#august walker x y/n

[dungeonpuppykai]

|| Liability ||

Summary: When you nearly compromise The Organization on a job because of your impulsiveness, your boss August Walker decides it's time for a demotion; since you clearly still have much training ahead of you.

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own August Walker or any of the other Henry Cavill characters mentioned. This is a mature and morally gray story so browse at your own discretion. Minors do not interact.

Pairing: Mafia Boss!August Walker | Hench(wo)man!You.

Warning(s): D/s dynamics, m!dom, f!sub, the relationship is probably morally gray, slapping, throat fucking, power imbalance, pet names, hair pulling, deep throating, gun play, smut with plot (I am sorry I just couldn't stop), humiliation, degradation, camera play.

Note: Oh, my God! It's finally here, first Auggie fic go boom~ 

MASTERLIST

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"You're out, do not call again." You sighed into the phone and momentarily shut your eyes in frustration as you kept an eye out through the window of the dingy motel that you crouched next to, trying to stay one with the darkness of the room. 

"Boss…" It had taken you risking your life to buy a new sim card just to get him to pick up your call. "Come on, the whole thing would have gone south–"

"You have been told more times than can be counted to not take matters into your own hands" your form stiffened when you noticed a man from a rival gang casually stroll by the motel as he pretended to be a passerby. Fuck. As your eyes scanned the area you realized that you were slowly getting surrounded. "If anything goes against the plans it is protocol for the team to regroup and–"

"Boss… The Angels…" Had it not been August on the line, you would have masked the panic in your voice with not much effort or hesitation. "T- They're here…" There was a brief silence.

And then;

"That's your problem now, Y/n" your throat tightened when he did not use your gang alias. "I told you" there was shuffling on his side. Sweat broke out on your skin. That meant he was done with the conversation. "You're out." 

The line went dead.

Your tongue felt swollen as you glanced at the briefcase you had put everything on the line for. 

Just to lose anyways. 

Yes, alright. Maybe you had ignored Marshall's order to abort the mission and fought off Shaw because Kent had been incompetent enough to mess up hacking the target car's engine in time. And yes, maybe you had risked exposure by following the vehicle. But the fact of the matter was, no one had died and the asset was recovered all the same. The mask that you wore on missions had ensured the protection of your identity and though anyone from your line of work could tell it was Walker's notorious Wraith, no identifiable features meant no evidence.

But no. 

How could things ever end that easily? 

Solo being the asshole that he was just had to rat about the entire ordeal to Walker. 

Okay sure, maybe you had to shake off cops because one of the men inside the car had noticed you following them. And maybe you had had to wait for the streets to cool off for the rest of the day but that did not mean you had betrayed them by running away with the asset or something! 

Even if you had gotten caught -which you never did; hence your alias-, your boss should have known that you would sooner die tortured in a shithole slammer cell than rat.

You bit your tongue as you tossed the phone on the table after breaking the sim card, watching the inevitable unfold before you with vigilant eyes that stung from the moisture accumulating behind them as you readied what little weapons that you had on hand. 

The growing tightness in your throat was tugging at the back of your oral muscle and your jaw was aching from the strength it took you not to cave into emotion. But you held your nose high and snorted at the rivals– enemies before rolling your moist eyes at them. You could not help but critique them even then because if they were trying to blend in, they were frankly doing a shit job. 

"Of course" you snickered as you got up and went to stash the briefcase in the best spot you could find. 

The Diablos had teamed up with The Angels and the irony of that was not lost on you. 

So it took the State's top two gangs -that were arch rivals under usual circumstances- to bring The Wraith down, huh?

Being young and impulsive as you were, you had pissed all the wrong people off under August's wing.  You had earned it through your knack for casual brutality which was so devastating and sickening in nature that it seemed something innate for you. 

But now that the affiliation was gone, it seemed everyone wanted a piece of the once mighty Wraith. 

You burst into a cold chuckle again. 

All these men just to try to take down one girl, huh?

Crouching behind the bed with your gun aimed at the door after you had successfully hidden the cause of your demise in the most secure spot you could find -not wanting your foes to succeed even now-, you sucked in an icy breath and braced yourself for what was coming. "Here goes" you whispered to yourself as you pushed your airpods in your ears and blasted your music through them probably one last time. 

For if these were the last minutes of your life, you wanted to go out guns blazing with your favorite tunes blocking the ugly out.

That, and the emotions that were trying to dominate your mind and crawl down your eyes in your body's attempt to deal with the overwhelming sentiments surging through your body like electricity. 

No. 

August Walker's Wraith didn't do emotions– 

Wait. 

Fuck. 

You bit your tongue as you cussed at yourself. You did not belong to anyone. 

Especially not an asshole who had the audacity to doubt your intentions even after you had submitted to him everything you had had to offer. 

Service, body, mind, soul… heart. 

Your true drive behind striving to always get the job done was only to please him. It had been for a long time at this point. And so yes, you sometimes resorted to undesirable, disobedient means to achieve the goal but it was all only to make him happy. 

Richer. 

Contrary to the popular belief which had been spread around The Organization by Solo, you did not do it to move up the hierarchy. At least, not anymore. Sure, ambition had been your initial motivation before everything but nothing in the world mattered except for Master anymore. 

… The same Master that had abandoned you when you needed him most.

A humorless snicker escaped you at the thought and you couldn't help but shake your head. At the end, you were just like all those foolish girls that had come before you in different shapes and forms, belonging to different times and contexts; discarded cold and teary eyed at a crossroads for anyone willing in the end.

You had gotten lost in your thoughts, eyes focused on the door but peripherals ignorant to your surroundings; the flashes bouncing off the windows and the smoke of dust and gas permeating the air outside. 

You lost track of the minutes and songs that passed in mere fleeting moments to you as you forced yourself to recall basically everything despite the agony that you felt. You deserved the torture. A reflection on your entire life and how futile it had turned out to be in the end was important. It was only fair.

A man had been your undoing, this sentence wasn't enough. But it was all you knew in the moment. 

You were so completely focused on denying yourself any tears that you failed to take notice of a member of The Angels slamming into the glass of one of the windows as he was obliterated with some 7mm bullets.

It was only when the door shook by getting kicked that your heart and body jumped alike; pulling you back to the present, your heart strings tugging. Your hand tightened around your weapon. This is it. Clenching your jaw tight, you stabilized your breathing and waited for the enemy to kick the door in. The thought of just how pathetically you were cornered made you snicker as you shook your head.

Only, when the door swung free and you went to press the trigger did your chuckle die in your throat. 

Thump. Thump. Thump. 

Your heart weighed down in your chest until it was too much for your chest to hold and it let the organ fall into your stomach. 

Your breaths tightened.

The strength from your lungs drained.

Your fingers yanked the melodies away from your ears faster than you could register. 

Almost as though your body was suddenly on autopilot.

"B- Boss…?" 

The silhouette of a seething August blocked the doorway, his broad shoulders rising and falling with each pant of his breaths as his lungs churned. When his fingers roughly clawed at the switchboard to turn the lights on, his dark, glossy eyes came into your view before the rest of him did. 

The man was covered in blood as his pistol that held a metallic hue glinted in one of his hands. If you didn't know any better you would have said it seemed as though brief relief washed over his otherwise furious face when his bulging eyes finally located you in the room. Though his face instantly hardened of any emotion the moment it happened. His jaw clenched tighter as his eyebrows drew apart from each other, the cold blue of his eyes that were livid with chaos somewhat calming down while you gaped at him in shock.

The Boss never came down to the field himself. 

You had heard it had been a long time since he had last done it.

… All you had asked was for some backup.

What were you to make of this?

How–

"Kneel" oh.

But Master could. 

And he had. 

A ghost of a smile played on your lips as you rose and walked over to the middle of the room quicker than you could think, eyes wide and glassy. Your weapon slipped through your fingers the same time as when you collapsed on your knees in front of him; awaiting his next command with all the self-respect and ego you had conjured up in the last few minutes long forgotten. 

Nothing else mattered anymore. 

For Master was here.

There was no need for you to think anymore.

All that needed to be done now was to sit back and obey without question. 

August calmly walked over to you and stopped when he was towering over you, letting out an intentionally exaggerated sigh as he propped the tip of his weapon under your chin. "Liability" he had called you that the day Gus -your mentor and guardian figure in the whole organization- had finally presented you to him; The Boss, after months of trials. 

Your bottom lip wobbled with all that was cycloning through your head but you dared not speak. 

He had a way of making you feel so small and vulnerable it melted away your resolve every time.  

"Impulsive" the back of August's free hand that was covered in splatters of blood struck across your face and your head lolled to the side. "Stubborn" now your other cheek was caught in his fingers and you let your face swing free in the direction of the slap. Master was the only man who could treat you that way and you were nothing to deny him of his wishes. 

The barrel of his gun brought your chin back to the center again. "Headstrong" as another strike caused your face to sway in the same humiliating way, the knowledge that were he some other man you would have torn your revenge for treating you like this out of him sent tremors down your abdomen. 

You could but you wouldn't. 

Because it was August; the sole proprietor of your entire existence. 

The tip of his Sig Sauer brought you back in idle position again. "Non-compliant" as you received another harsh strike, you bit back your rising ire for though you submitted to him wholeheartedly, getting pushed around had never been your forte. 

But Master can do whatever he wants, you're his for treating however he desires. 

He was worthy of being worshiped.

Maybe he was the only man who deserved such service. 

And perhaps that was the reason why your hips clenched as hard as they did each time he treated you like you were nothing but part of the dirt under his shoe.

Like right now.

August centered you again and your insides threatened to boil over when you noticed that the broken door was open wide as it swayed with the gentle breeze of the night, the gap helping the guys to a perfect view of the inside of the room. 

You. 

And Master.

Whilst Syverson and Phillips had the decency -the latter probably only because you were a daughter figure to him- to look away, Solo, Shaw and Kent watched on shamelessly as they stood clutching their rifles, ready to shoot down any potential threat. 

"Disobedient" as your head lolled aside again, you felt your cheek sting just a bit harder than the other one due to the way your teeth dug in it, the gazes from outside only making it all the more worse. 

Your eyes traveled back to Master's darker, much stern ones. Fuck. You felt hot slick pool in your underwear. "Amateur" a whimper escaped you as the realization that the others could see you so vulnerable and submissive pricked the skin of your ears. "Overconfident" besides, this very personal dynamic you shared with your boss was private and none of your colleagues knew about it. So either August was ignorant of the door or he was so serious about whatever he was about to do to you, he didn't care. 

Although, since the man had an extremely vigilant nature, you doubted the former was the case. 

Which only left you with the latter conclusion… 

This time around, your face was recentered -you were never to do that yourself unless ordered to do so- not with the Sauer but with a harsh grip on your hair. "Seems to me you were not trained well enough to know your place, little girl" he had bent down to put his face in close proximity to yours, pulling you up by the grip he had on your head to meet him halfway.

Your lips fell agape as your knees burned, shaking just a little as you tried to triumph the induced Parkinson's. It was not easy to make the Wraith tremble. But championing impossibilities had always been August Walker's specialty. "Y- Yes, Master…" Cold, shaky breaths left you as you trembled under his glare. Your loins ignited to life and you couldn't help but subconsciously rock your hips against empty air. "P- Please t- teach me, Master…" You risked speaking out of turn, determined to win him back no matter what for you no longer remembered how it was like to function without him.

Without the sense of sanity and balance his commands created for you. 

And you were not willing to relearn it.

Ever. 

"Hm" August mused with obvious sarcasm. "Or," he let go of your hair and stood back up to his full height, raising the gun before pressing the cold, bloody tip to your forehead, "I could save us all a whole lot of time and just put you out of everyone's misery." His thumb moved to click the safety off, the sound flipping your stomach in the most vile of ways, none of which were concern for your wellbeing. 

"Whatever you deem fit, Master" keeping your eyes trained on him, you went on a limb and slowly moved to crane your head backwards and let the barrel crown trail between your eyebrows and down your nose. "Thank you, Master" the silent yet bright rage in his cold blue orbs caused for a shiver to run down your spine. 

Suddenly, the certainty that you were now sure to survive the night that had kindled after his arrival was extinguished just like that.

And yet, you parted your lips when the beginning of the barrel reached your mouth, sheathing it in your oral cavity and between your cheeks, the length causing them to hollow as you looked up at him. The metallic taste of the blood spatters that the Sauer was covered in caused your taste buds to sting as it further invaded your balmy cavern and the apex scratched against your throat. You tried not to cough, breathing through the nose as your hips helplessly rocked again with a mind of their own, the discomfort in the back of your mouth bringing tears to your eyes.

You were too far gone for this man. 

And there was no rationalizing or denying it.

"Now that's more like the pet I raised" your pussy clenched and you whined softly, wanting nothing more for the still seething man to take you against every surface available in the most depraved of ways. Each one that you were familiar with. "Remembering your place already, aren't you?" His now eased up breathing slowly started to clamber again as he reached for his fly with his free hand, pistoning the weapon in and out of your mouth to demonstrate how his cock was about to defile your mouth. Though you were to never move a single muscle out of turn, you could not help but bob your head along the Sauer in a horizontal fashion while your holes clenched again. 

You had come too close today. 

It could never happen again… if your boss would even allow there to be another time, that was. 

But for now, there were amends that needed making.

"Now then, what do we say?" August nearly slithered as he pulled the Sauer out of your mouth but didn't holster it, instead letting it dangle by one hand whilst the other tangled in your hair to pull you closer to his cock. 

"Want you in me, Master…" You resisted the urge to just open your mouth and move up on it.

You had angered him enough for a while. 

"Want me?" You cowered at his faux amusement that came out as a growl due to how enraged he was. 

"N- No…"

"No?" You gulped to yourself before trying again.  

"No–" you shook your head in panic, raking your mind to come up with an appropriate response. "I- I mean… N- Need you, Master…" Yes, that was certainly better. "Please…" Your bottom lip quivered as your words wavered with a pleading wanton in them. "N- Need you."

"And where do you need me?" The lack of contempt in his manner indicated that you were on the right track. Or at least somewhere near it.

"M- Mouth, M- Master…" Your nails dug into your thighs as you tried your best to hold back from touching him.

Disobedient girls didn't deserve to touch their Masters.

"And why do you need me in your mouth?" He let go of your hair to pump his monstrous girth a couple times as he stroked your cheek with the barrel of the Sauer. 

"T- To fuck my face, Master." You answered honestly, completely ignorant of how shocked Kent was at what was unfolding. 

Usually you were much more vigilant than this single minded mess you had become, but this was just the effect August had on you. 

"Is that right?" A twisted smirk made its way on his face. "And why do you need me to do such a humiliating thing to you, little girl?" You hadn't realized that your heart was thumping until its erratic beating began to put strain on your chest. 

"To be reminded of my place, Master." That seemed to finally create at least a semblance of satisfaction and your Master allowed you the tip of his cock at last. 

"And where is your place?" He waited patiently even though his body was clearly having a hard time holding back now that your warm lips circled his leaking tip. 

"Under you" you spoke through a mouthful of dick. "On my knees" you tried to kiss it to show your devotion but the puckering of your lips caused a loud suckling sound. His features twitched. "At your service, always" something else, a hungry dark, now mixed in with the bright lividness of his cold blue eyes and he grunted before pulling you closer by your hair, trailing the gun all the way down to your chest now. 

"That's right" he let go of your hair to slap your cheek before resuming his hold on the strands, grunting at the way his cock felt the vibration of his own palm from when he had struck you. "And you better remember that the next time you want to break protocol" your eyes widened in realization and hope flashed in your eyes. 

A chance. 

You tried to respond but his cock was too far into your mouth for you to be able to let out a coherent answer. Ao you chose to hum and unintentionally sent waves of pleasure all the way down to his balls. Well, all's well that ends well, right? You began to bob your head up and down with a newfound optimism, peeking up at his humongous form with pure adoration in your eyes. 

August cursed under his breath at the sight of you so submissive and comfortable in your humility. The sheer love and devotion in your eyes as your warm cavity clung to his cock, the mass of your lashes fluttering each time your face slid all the way down his length and the way his tip brushed your gag reflex with each movement, the stubble on his crotch tickling your nose as you did, it was all too much for him to handle with civility. 

"Use your hands" so he finally allowed you what you had been craving for. You felt your pussy throb when his thick veins twitched against your grainy tongue. "Go ahead, show me what you are good for" his voice was gravelly as the Sauer slipped into the neckline of your shirt and he let you feel the cold metal against your skin. 

You gladly complied, moaning at the feeling of the weapon against you, hoisting yourself further upwards on your heels as you reached for his balls with one hand and palmed them generously. Your head rotated each time you moved in on his cock, other hand working fast to pump him each time you pulled back until you were only sucking on his tip. 

"Look at you" August hooked one foot against your knee and pushed it apart to create more distance between your legs. "Maybe you should retire as solely my toy for the rest of your days, huh?" Leaving the weapon hanging from your shirt and tucked tightly in your bra, the older man clicked the safety on before clasping his fist around your throat. "You're much better at it than the job, anyway" the corners of your shoulders jutted upwards when his cock finally breached your swallow tract and tears fell from your eyes at last in thick drops at last.

Glancing up at August with your bloodshot eyes, you darted your tongue out to trace as much the circumference of his ballsack as you possibly could. He cursed heavily. "Just like that… good girl" the back of your throat was warm and even more inviting, enveloping him in such a way that an imprint of his cock appeared on your delicate skin, the ridges grazing against August's palm that pressed against it. 

Your head was now dizzy due to the lack of air but you did not care as you unplugged your mouth just enough to wheeze in as much air as you possibly could, releasing a fat wad of hot spit down the intimidating length of his cock that you pumped messily with your hand. There was a dull ache in your scalp because of the taut grip that he had on your hair. Your lungs burned. Your ears were on the verge of melting along your brain. Your jaw ticked due to his size. Your throat stretched each time he violated its inner cavity. Your pussy throbbed for attention and your abdomen pulsated painfully.

But none of it mattered. 

So long as you got to satisfy your Master, everything was bearable.  

"Fucking hell" August groused as he stilled your head in one place to reach as low as he could possibly go down the back of your oral cavity, pistoning short-paced thrusts up and down the space to fuck his orgasm out. Your trembling hands gripped his knees as you felt a strain in your jaw due to how his sack was widening it, obediently licking and sucking at his balls to the best of your ability. 

Somewhere amidst the thrusting and swallowing, your windpipe catched a drop and you coughed, further intensifying the man's pleasure as the turbulence caused a mix of your spit and his cum to spray out of your nose before it trailed down to your lips. 

August fished his phone out of his jacket and quickly snapped a shot of your state. 

Hair disheveled, mouth full of cock, red eyes full of tears that stained your flush cheeks, thick strings of drool and his seed dripping down your chin. 

"Make yourself look pretty for me" he nodded at you with a brief glance to his cock and where it connected with you. 

The camera was still trained at you when you obediently pulled him out with a gag and cough while pumping the rest of his cum out and onto your face. The flash of the lenses nearly blinded you as you looked up in the video that he was recording now, your tongue and swollen lips glistening as you painted yourself pearlescent. 

"Now, what do we say?" August panted once you were done. 

"Thank you so much f- for giving me a chance a- and fucking my face, Master" your voice was hoarse and a near whisper as you forced it out through your worked out mouth, licking your lips to collect as much of him as possible. 

"That's fucking right" he ended the video by squeezing your cheeks in his grip until your cum covered features scrunched in the most humiliating way before he landed a last slap to your cheek. 

August fixed himself up professionally like he didn't just fuck your throat into oblivion and you submissively waited on your knees, awaiting his next command. After he was satisfied with his appearance, the man wiped his hands on your jacket before he took his gun out from between your boobs and holstered it. 

"Up" raising one of his hands above his head, he snapped his fingers and allowed you the privilege of leaning on one of his arms as you scrambled up to your feet. 

A very stunned Shaw was by his side within the next second, his ears a deep, almost embarrassed red. "Retrieve the asset" the younger male awkwardly looked at your obscene state as you wordlessly nodded in the direction of the briefcase stash. "Now," August's fingers snaked around your hair again as he glanced down at you, "let's get my estranged Wraith home" your head lolled in his direction as he began to walk towards one of the many sleek black SUVs parked outside. 

"You have been demoted" he informed you once you had both settled in the backseat of one of the vehicles. August thrusted his phone in your hand. It displayed the picture that he had taken just a few minutes ago. "We will begin right from the start; the basement" your heart dropped. Oh, fuck. You had only been down there once and it was not a place where August was pleasant in any sense. And your sadistic lover was never much agreeable in the affectionate sense anyways. You definitely still had a lot to atone for. "Keep looking at this picture. I don't want your eyes off it for a second" the menace in his tone made you gulp as the humiliating picture burnt its way into your eyesockets.

A few seconds passed before you felt August's hands slip around your ass but you dared not look up to express your wonder. "Now… about that weeping little pussy of yours…" Honestly, it was hard not to notice. The stain you had made for yourself was too dark and wide for anyone to miss.  

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[imyourbratzdoll]

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

“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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[holylulusworld]

Walkered (1): Frustration

Summary: You’re getting on is nerves. Right?

Pairing: August Walker x fem!Reader

Warnings: grumpy August, sub/dom undertones, implied mentions of subspace

A/N: This is the first part of my sub/dom drabble collection with Dom!August Walker.

Walkered masterlist

“You think you’re funny, huh?” He growls in your direction.

You don’t know what you did to deserve August’s wrath today, but that’s all you get from him. A cold glare in your direction, and snarl as you don’t give him a reaction.

“No. I think I’m cute,” you give him your sweetest smile and bat your eyelashes. If you want to survive in this world, especially at your working place, you cannot let a man walk all over you.

He releases a frustrated huff. Most of the women he met in his life would’ve cried when he barks at them.

But you. You are a whole new level of frustration to him. “You’re neither cute nor funny. Do you think it’s funny to mess with my report?”

You bend down to open the drawer of your rolling file cabinet to get a lollipop from your secret stash. If you must face August Walker today, you’ll not do it without something sweet to make him more bearable.

He’s the epitome of a grumpy bear with an attitude.

You sit back up, looking around your small cubicle to calm your nerves. There’s a fake sunflower next to a unicorn plushie. You smile as you remember the day you got it.

“Did you even listen?” He grunts and snaps his fingers in front of your face. August steps into your personal space to stare down at you. “Where is my report?”

“It’s not my job to take care of your reports, Sir.” You dare not to tell August what's on your mind. He’s fucking tall and beefy and the way he squares his jaw makes you whimper.

He dips his head to look at all the nick-nacks on your desk. “What’s all of this?” He asks. “Plushies, toys…sweets.” August nods thoughtfully. “Do you like surrounding yourself with fluffy things, princess?”

You swallow thickly.

His hand. That large paw is suddenly on your face, and it’s surprisingly gentle and warm. Your eyes flutter shut as you bask in his warmth.

“Hmm…you don’t belong here.” He murmurs. “You hate this job, and you’re not good at it. I see the way you dreamily look out of the window.”

Usually, you would protest, but his hand is so warm, and you feel yourself drifting away. “What is it that you want, princess?” His breath fans over your face, making you whine.

“Hmm…” you’re so sleepy and just want to curl into a ball on your bed, wrapped in a warm blanket. “Warm.”

He chuckles at your reaction. August never took his time to get to know more about you. Now he found your weak spot. You’re a natural sub and love giving up control.

“You want to be safe and warm, huh?” He furrows his brows. It’s been a long time since he found a natural sub. Most of the girls he spent his time with lately wanted to try new things to spice up their sex life.

They never lasted long. Not with a dominant man like August. “How about I take you home tonight? We could talk about my report too.”

“Hmm…Julie took care of it,” you murmur, afraid to be any louder. “I don’t know what happened to it.”

“Good girl,” he lowers himself to whisper in your ear. “I want you to get off work earlier today. Meet me at the garage. We have a lot of things to discuss.”

You blink your eyes open the moment he takes his hand off your cheek.

“I—” you don’t know how to react, or what to say. August was nothing but vile towards you, and now he made you feel things you haven’t felt in a long time. “I can’t. You’re so mean.”

“No when it comes to my girl,” he brushes his lips over your forehead. “If only I knew you’re looking for someone like me to take care of you.”

Walkered (2): Revelation

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[fallenangelkitten]

You Never Learn

Synopsis: You belong to August Walker. You know his rules and requirements, but you’re too much of a brat to listen.

Warnings: dom!august, brat taming, sub!reader, choking, nipple clamps, possessive, overstimulation, cream pie.

Note: I used to be fallenangelbb here on the Henry Cavill side of tumblr but deleted my account and have regretted it ever since. So here I am reposting my work :)

“The fuck are you doing?” August snarled as he walked into the bedroom. You had been so unbelievably needy and wanting. The overwhelming desire for him killing you. But he wasn’t there, and you were left with no idea when he would return. “I thought I told you only I could touch you. That includes you.”

You knew this, but you had no idea you would get caught. Your face flushed with fright, body stilling in place, leaving your little finger still connected to your sweet bundle of nerves. But somehow, your mouth watered in anticipation.

The glare he gazed at you with was poisonous, but you knew he was just as excited as you felt. You saw the gleam in his eyes and a smirk was dangerously tugging on the corner of his mouth. You felt your stomach clench as he took long strides towards you. “Stand,” he commanded. You knew better than to disobey.

As you rose to your feet, he grabbed something out of his closet- the closet. You heard the metal hitting leather, informing you before your sight had the opportunity. He stuck his hand above your knee, forcing your thighs apart.

August began putting his favorite set on you. It was black and silver, and never failed to make the room smell like leather conditioner and lust. He closed the latches around each of your legs, the soft strip sitting just below your bum and gently squeezed you. He closed the one around your waist that now connected to the ones around your thighs. The calloused pads of his fingers lingered on your skin, teasing you enough to earn a whimper.

“Hold out your wrists.” He wrapped the individual cuffs onto you; a clasp dangled from each one. You kept your wrists outward, unsure as to what else he wanted from you.

Without warning, he softly slapped each of your breasts and pinched your nipples, bringing both to a perky mound. He didn’t make a sound, but you took in a sharp breath and flinched under the sudden touch. He brought a clamp to your nipples, sliding the adjuster to whatever tightness he saw fit. It was painful, but it was the type of pain that could not exist without pleasure. You mewled, tears springing to your eyes and your arousal beginning to seep down your thighs.

“Stomach to the table,” he motioned to the coffee table by the small sitting area in your bedroom. With each step you took, the leather garter gripped at your skin.

The edge of the table reached perfectly to your hips. As you leaned over, you could feel his steel eyes burning into you. The wood was cool against your skin, making the metal pulling on your throbbing nipples even colder. He took his time coming over to you. He wanted you to lay there in agony. He wanted you to suffer.

You finally heard his footsteps nearing you. You realized he had ridden of his clothing when you felt his hard member brush against your exposed core- even the smallest touch causing you to cry out. He struck your right ass cheek with the whip you didn’t even notice he was holding, making you gasp. “Next time you forget who you belong to, you’ll have this to think back on.”

August struck you four more times before dropping it to the ground. He rubbed circles into your surely red, irritated skin. He reached for your wrists, grabbing ahold of the clasps on the cuffs and attaching each to the metal loop that connected all of the leather straps. You were bound. Now that he finally had you how he liked you, he plunged into you.

Beautiful groans left his body as he rammed into you with all of his force. His hands found your hips; he latched on to them, gripping you so hard you felt them beginning to bruise. You wailed as he continually hit your sweet spot. He held your legs shut together with his own, making the sensation of him completely pulling out and shoving back in unbearable.

He could feel you constricting around his girth. He let one of his hands abandon your hip and snake up to your throat, forcing you to look back at him. “You will not fucking cum unless I say, got it?” He barked, tightening his grip around your pretty little neck.

“Y-Yes, sir,” you choked out, your voice rough and muffled from the pressure against your windpipe. He kept your eyes on his, his assault on your body only growing rougher but the second. The sweat on his brow made his usually neat hair stick to his forehead.

Your vision was beginning to blur and your body was shaking. You came without even realizing it. You convulsed beneath him, making you receive a loud smack against your ass. “You never fucking learn, (Y/N),” he snarled, not stopping his thrusts. It was becoming too much. Your body was overly sensitive, and the shaking wouldn’t subside.

“I’m- I’m sorry, s-sir. I didn't mean to!” You pleaded, but he didn’t listen. He released your neck, only to return his hand to your hip. You cried out every time his tip hit your throbbing cervix. A sigh left you as he finally released his hot cum inside of you, but he didn’t stop slowly pumping in and out of you.

He growled when he eventually exited your body. You felt the mixture of your arousals dripping down your folds, but he quickly scooped it back up onto his fingers and shoved it back inside of you. He left you lying on the table as he watched from the other side of the room, ensuring that not a single drop went to waste.

[drmaddict]

Take that as a threat

Summary: Reader is insecure about her body. August makes shure she forgets about it.

Word count: 432

Warnings: SoftDom!August Walker, princess, no smut, just foreplay, body insecurites

August had shown patience. Insane patience. He had waited and earned my trust. I felt all the worse when I noticed how my body twitched when he wanted to pull my shirt over my head. He had waited three long months, reading my every wish from my eyes, until now he was kneeling in front of me, setting me down on the edge of the bed and still towering over me as his hands stroked my stomach under my shirt.

"What's wrong?" asked August with warm severity, pausing in his movement.

I looked up at him with my best puppy eyes. "What's supposed to be wrong?"

"You're stiff as a board. You tell me." he returned dryly.

I shook my head.

August put his big hand around my neck and lifted my jaw with his pointer and index fingers. Forced me to look deep into his eyes. "Don't lie to me princess. I can tell."

My skin crawled. "It's nothing. Really."

He tightened his grip. "No lies." he commanded forcefully.

I exhaled a shaky breath. Taken in by his domineering manner.

"If you want to stop, that's fine." He stroked his thumb along my jawbone more gently now. "Because you should know one thing about me princess. I'm an insanely bad person, but I'm not a rapist."

I shook my head. "I don't want to stop... It's just..." i faltered. It was childish.

"Words princess!"

"I'm not a particularly big fan of how I look." I said hesitantly, looking intently at his cheek so I wouldn't have to look him in the eye.

August's eyebrows drew together. "Why?"

"Well you look like Aphrodite chiseled you as a graduation piece and I'm just me," I muttered as I looked over his shoulder.

August emphatically turned my face back toward him. His eyes bored into my soul. "Who made you think that way?"

"Some people.", I tried to laugh with a shrug, but August's grip tightened again. "I need names." he growled, like the animal he always said he was.

It took my breath away for a moment. "What would that change?", I breathed.

August took a controlled breath in and out before literally flinging me all the way onto the bed, trapping me beneath him. "When I'm done with you, you'll never think like that again." He kissed me so hard and deep it made me dizzy. "Take that as a threat." He said, sliding down my body.

And if one thing was clear in this grotesque world, it was that August Walker was making good on every single one of his threats. 

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[ktficworld]

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[pascaloverx]

DANGEROUS

CHAPTER FOUR (+18)

Summary: You are a retired spy trying to live a normal life. Some time ago, a hired assassin named Tangerine tried to kill you. In response, you sought the help of an old acquaintance who could fake any death, August Walker. However, now your false identity is in jeopardy, along with your life.

Warnings: This chapter will have inappropriate language, explicit content. Readers are warned. The characters August Walker and Tangerine do not belong to me but to their respective creators. Some other characters that belong to both Mission: Impossible (2018) and Bullet Train (2022) may appear in this fanfic. Other characters who are not part of these movies will be of my own creation. I hope you enjoy the reading. Chapter with scenes intended for adults, if you are not an adult, do not read.

chapter three chapter five

August looks uncomfortable. Ever since he agreed to work alongside Tangerine. You know the fact that you had a brief romance with Tangerine doesn't help. As you prepare the bed so that August Walker can sleep, you feel him watching you. Tangerine was too tired to do anything so he just passed out on your bed.

"So after years of partnership, you ditched me for a cheap, less pretty version?" August says while watching you. You tense up, knowing you don't have much to say.You tense up, knowing you don't have much to say.

"I would like to remind you that after our partnership ended, you disappeared from my life. It was as if it didn't matter how many nights we spent together. You can't demand loyalty when you abandon someone." You say arranging the blanket on the bed. August is still standing with his arms crossed in the guest room door.

"I didn't abandon you. We made a deal, Y/N. Feelings were out of the question. And then you put my life ahead of the mission. Damn it, what did you think would happen?" Walker speaks with his authoritative tone, asserting his belief that he's right. But how could putting him above the mission be such a bad thing?

"I should have let you die, Walker. I should have let Ethan kill you on that damn mission, you ungrateful bastard." You say, staring at Walker, growing increasingly irritated. Walker approaches, getting inches away from you. His eyes devouring you as if he's thirsty for something.

"How desperate did you have to be to go from fucking me to fucking Tangerine?" August speaks in a mocking tone. You however laughed blatantly trying to make you feel inferior.

"Honey, you must have a really bruised ego. Tangerine and you are almost the same. And if you're wondering if in every way, yes is the answer." You say looking down, leaving no doubt you are talking about sizes. August seems more excited than angry at this moment, which confuses you a little. You expect a bad reaction, but it doesn't come. On the contrary, he grabs you by the waist and kisses you. At first, his lips touch yours softly. Afterwards it's as if you're missing each other's taste. Slowly exploring each other's mouth.

"You should never have come back into my life, you know that right?" August Walker speaks with his mouth almost glued to yours yet.

"Shut up." You respond, holding the hem of his shirt with both hands and then taking it off his body. He, in turn, lifts you a little off the floor, guiding you to the bed. It was almost as if his body had no weight at all. His hand quickly cupping your ass.

"You're still as hot as I remember." Walker whispers in your ear. You then kiss his neck, as if to say you liked the compliment. In the next second, August Walker is taking off the dress you're wearing and throwing it in some corner of the room. His fingers roam your face, and when his fingers pass your lip, you lick them lightly. Walker's reaction was to hold her face firmly but without hurting her and then devour her mouth with a kiss.

"I want you now." That's all you can say before you completely lose your lucidity as you watch Walker take off the rest of his clothes. You're obviously excited about the fact that you're going touch him again. Your hand passes lightly under Walker's cock, making him moan softly as you kiss his body.

"Lay down." He says dominant as he removes your bra. His fingers press against his breasts, causing a pleasant sensation of pain and pleasure. You let out a grunt when Walker's lips touch yours. He continues pressing the tops of your breasts with his hands while he is on top of you. Already your hands are busy holding his hair tightly. You then remember to grab a condom from the bedside. He watches you and seconds later he already puts the condom that was previously in your hand on his penis. He puts two fingers in your mouth and you suck on them, while looking directly at him. It's been so long since you two have been this close that you feel like you're going to explode. His fingers that were previously in your mouth are now in your pussy, almost causing a pleasant friction. His fingers enter you without delay, and you let out a few noises as you feel the pleasure of having at least a part of him in you. His fingers press into your pussy which is wet enough that he has no problem moving in and out of you.

"You...fuck me. Please." You sputter as you feel your body start to shake a little more. Walker smiles, kissing you next.

"Good girl." He says, taking his fingers out of you and pushing his cock into you. The feeling of having him like this was almost driving you crazy. You increased the pace of his thrusts and into you, as you held his ass to feel him more. His hands held Walker's ass so tightly that you could feel it would leave a mark later. But he didn't seem to care. He just thrust deeper and deeper inside you, as he kissed every detail of you, including your lips and mostly your neck. His kisses got deeper and deeper, as if he really needed you.

"Fuck. I'm going to go crazy with you." Walker says as you become a mixture of sex, moans and sweat. You can only smile, while mumbling disjointed words. You're reconnecting so easily that you don't even notice when you cum. But when he cums right away you smile. A smile of satisfaction.

"I can't lie. You're still one of the few fuckers who know how to fuck well." You speak while Walker is still beneath you. He then kisses you, getting off of you and throwing the condom in the trash. You weakly rest your head on Walker's chest as soon as he returns to bed. And at least at this moment, you allow yourself to sleep with a man who you don't even know if you can fully trust.

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[viking-raider]

When In Rome...

Summary: You've been dating August Walker for several months and things are wonderful. Until one date night, August shows you a new side of him, and yourself.

Pairing: August Walker/Reader

Word Count: 8.5k

Warning: NC-17 - SMUT with a pinch of fluff! Soft Dom!August, inexperienced sub!Reader, Teeniest Switch!Reader, Multiple Orgasms, BDSM, Dirty Talk, Shower Masturbation, Body Fluids, Teasing, Fingering, Restraints, P in V, Cream Pie, Toys, Scratching, Spanking, Stimulation, Hand Job, Sensation play, Cock Warming, Blindfolds, minor Subspace, Soft!August, Aftercare

Inspiration: Netflix's How to Build a Sex Room. The title is a reference to the quote: "When in Rome, do as the Roman's do." which means; Go with the flow!

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy it! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

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You had been seeing August for several months, the two of you had met in Rome, where you were on vacation and August was on a work trip. You were admiring the magnificent Trevi fountain, when this, absolute, hulk of human being stepped up beside you, wearing a button down, plaid shirt and tight blue jeans with a dark and faded, Kansas City, Chiefs ball cap. You instantly tensed, and not because you were frightened by him, though he did have an intimidating edge about him. He was so damned handsome, that sharp jaw dusted with stubble and his upper lip crowned with a thick, but meticulously groomed, mustache. He towered above you and his muscles filled out his clothing in a way that you wondered how he wasn't popping buttons and seams.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” He purred in a deep, American accent, tilting his chin towards the fountain.

You blinked up at him several times, then finally glanced back at the piece of art. “Yeah, it's gorgeous.” You squeaked, throat tight.

“Almost three million cubic feet of water runs through the fountain, every day.” He said, rather nonchalantly.

“That's rather impressive!” You replied, looking at the fountain with surprise.

The strange man turned towards you, extending his hand. “I'm August.” He said, flashing a million dollar smile at you, that had your knees turning into jelly.

“Nice to meet you, August.” You replied, shaking his hand and introducing yourself.

“I couldn't help but notice you, and hope you don't find this too forward.” August began, holding your eyes, his deep and mysterious. “But would you like to grab lunch with me?” He asked, cocking his head at you.

You gasped softly, taken aback by his request, and stared up at him, your hand still ever-so-gently clutched in his hand, you felt enchanted by him. “I'd love to.”

From that lunch onward, being with August was always an adventure, globe-trotting, expensive dinners and gifts, and the sex was amazing! But you were about to learn about a whole new side of August Walker and experience a different adventure.

“I had a great night, August.” You sighed, relaxing in the passenger seat of his matte black, Bugatti Chiron.

“It's not over yet, love.” He smirked, resting his hand on your thigh, stroking the fabric of your black, cap sleeve dress with lace detail.

“Oh, is that so?” You grinned back at him.

“It definitely is.” August nodded, a mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes.

You were excited to find out what August had in store for the rest of the night, as you looked out the window, the cityscape twinkling against the blackness of the night sky. But as you stared at the city, you realized you and August weren't on the right side of the city to be going back to August's apartment. You looked over at him, a small spark of suspicion and concern blooming in the pit of your stomach.

“Gus, I thought we were going back to your place.” You pointed it out.

“We are, sweetheart.” He replied, patting your thigh reassuringly. “Don't you worry.”

You nodded, trusting August.

The drive was quiet the rest of the way to your destination, where you eventually left the city behind, turning off of the highway and into an industrial section of town. You looked at August dubiously, but he just chuckled at you, brushing the back of his fingers against your cheek. He turned onto a short, gravel driveway of a gated property, entered the pass code and drove on towards a medium sized and unassuming, black painted, cinder-block warehouse.

“Is this where I find out you're really a serial killer?” You quipped, dryly.

August laughed, pulling into a single parking spot. “No, babe, it's not. If I was going to kill you, I would have done it after our first date.” He teased back, opening his door and stepping out, then moved around and opened your door, extending his hand to you.

You took August's hand and got out of the car, following him towards the main door of the warehouse, he punched in another pass code and swung the door open, before extending your hand forward and moving out of your way, indicating he wanted you to go inside first. You glanced up at him, before going through the dark portal, almost instantly blinded by bright lights that flickered on with the help of motion sensors. Once your eyes adjusted to the light, you gasped at what laid before you, it looked nothing like a warehouse, it looked more like a house!

The walls were covered in dark red and black, grass-cloth damask wallpaper with charcoal gray Kentucky Rose Crown molding and matching baseboard, the ceiling was painted black with small flecks of gold, lined with recess lighting and the concrete floor was high gloss and so polished, you could see your own reflection in it. The main room you stood in had a long leather couch, a low coffee table, a mini fridge and a flat screen tv, with two closed doors, one in front of you and one to your left. You jumped slightly, feeling August's hands suddenly on the zipper at your nape, but he calmed you with a gentle kiss to the nook of your neck, slowly pulling the zipper down, before slipping a hand inside the loose fabric, soothing a palm over your back and side, until he cupped your hip.

“Do you trust me?” He whispered into your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

You drew in a soft breath, your mouth working for a moment. “I-I do, August.” You whimpered, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Are you willing to have some fun with me?” He asked, tracing the rim of your ear with the tip of his nose, before lightly tugging on it with his teeth.

Your stomach flipped. “I can give it a try, for you, Gus.” You gulped, starting to breathe heavy.

“Excellent.” August smirked, gliding his hand up from your hip to your shoulder and pushed your dress off of it, followed by the other, allowing your dress to cascade down your body, like the trickle of water, and pool around your high heels. “Your safe word is: Rome.” He rumbled into your neck, wrapping an arm around your waist and hugging you back against him, allowing you to feel his growing arousal.

“A safe word?” You echoed, turning your face into the side of his and lifted a brow.

“Mmhm.” August nodded, smoothing his palm up your stomach and cupped your breast through the lace fabric of your bra, kneading and squeezing it. “Just in case you need a break or I do something you don't like, my sweet Lamb.”

“What would you do that I might not like?” You asked, frowning at him.

August chuckled at you, lifting his head and kissed you delicately on the lips. “All in due time, Lamb, all in due time.” He cooed against your mouth, nibbling on your bottom lip for a second. “First things first though.” He said, moving away slightly, to unclasp your bra. “Finish getting undressed and go through that door over there.” He instructed you, pointing out the door straight ahead of you.

“What's over there?” You inquired, taking off your heels, removing your bra and slipping out of your panties, but gasped as August lightly smacked you on the ass. “What was that for!” You demanded, turning towards him.

“You're asking too many questions, Lamb.” He grinned at you, thoroughly amused by your inexperienced innocence. “Just be a good girl and do as I say.” He said, resting his hands on your shoulders and turned you back around to face the door, giving you a much more gentle pat on the bum, to get you going in its direction.

You shot August a look over your shoulder, but did as he asked, going up to the door and turned the black, curved lever knob, to reveal a well equipped bathroom on the other side. The walls and flooring were the same as the first room, but the ceiling was nothing but bright, high quality lighting panels, there was an enormous, acrylic, freestanding, overflow soaking tub to one side, the outside of it wrapped in copper accent. A metal and walnut shelf ran the length of the wall behind the tub, holding towels, wash clothes and loofahs, body washes, shampoos and conditioners, as well as all manners of bath salts. On the other side of the bathroom was a glass encased shower, with a rainfall shower head and jets coming out of the walls. You noticed metal grab bars bolted into the gray, transparent subway tile, at varying heights.

There were candles of all thickness and heights positioned about the room, on the floor, on shelves and around the tub, unlit. The bathroom had the most romantic feeling, which was odd for a bathroom, but you felt it encouraging your mood. What startled you though, were the things hanging on the wall on the other side of the tub, thick leather cuffs, with connectors, and a few things you hadn't a clue to their identity.

The door to the bathroom opened and August joined you, smiling at you sweetly, but his blue eyes held mischief and arousal. He was naked now himself, and he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against him, kissed you deeply and with a heated passion. You moaned into his mouth, flicking your tongue against his as it slipped into your mouth, hungry and dominant.

“God, you are gorgeous.” He growled, breaking the kiss and looking you over, like a hungry wolf.

“I would say the feeling is mutual.” You smirked back at him, hugging your arms around his waist. “So, what are we doing, Gus?” You asked, lifting a brow at him.

“Showering.” He told you, unlocking your arms from around his waist and went over to the table against the wall, taking a loofah, wash cloth, bottle of body wash, shampoo and condition, then pulled you over to the shower and stepped inside with you.

“But I took a shower before our date.” You protested, softly. “Four hours ago.”

“Yes, I know.” August replied, closing the shower door and turned to the shower controls. “But I have standards for play time, so we'll wash again.” He told you, setting the water temperature and turning on the shower head, causing pleasantly warm water to rain down over your head, drawing out a moan.

“Are you going to tell me, what kind of play we're doing?” You asked, looking up at him.

“You're in the middle of it now, Lamb.” August smirked, wetting the wash cloth and wiped your makeup off, before popping open the shampoo and squeezed it into your hair.

“Wait a second, I can bath myself, good sir!” You protested, as August started to work the shampoo into a lather, batting his hands away.

August pressed his lips together, drawing in a long, deep breath and letting it out just the same, before rinsing his hands and stepped out of the shower, going over to the wall of cuffs and took a pair off, bringing them back to you.

“Oh no.” You shook your head, backing away from him.

“You're being a complicated Brat.” He said, still advancing on you, trapping you in the far corner. “I'm not going to put up with that.” He told you, reaching out and spun you around, pinning your arms behind you and shackled the soft, but strong, leather cuffs around your wrists and clipped them together with the small silver ring attached to them. “Mmm, you're even prettier in cuffs than I thought you would be, Lamb.” He cooed at you, biting his lip as he stared at your bound hands resting on the small of your back.

You twisted and tugged on them, but found they had no give.

“Are you ready to behave for me now?” He asked, grabbing you by the elbow and pulled you away from the wall, seeing the streaks of sudsy shampoo dripping down your face.

You pressed your lips together, eyes squeezed shut against the soap in your eyes, but didn't answer him, which only made him chuckle.

“Good girl.” He smiled, threading his fingers back into your hair and started working the shampoo into your scalp, gently wiping away the bits that trickled down your forehead, before more got into your eyes.

“Still don't get why you're bathing me.” You commented, even though it felt really good to have his strong fingers and hand to massage the conditioner into your hair.

“I told you, I have standards, and I know they're met, when I do them.” He explained, glancing down at you. “Plus, brownie points for me, I get to touch your nude body all over.” He smirked triumphantly, rinsing the conditioner out and picking up the loofah and unscented body wash.

You hummed, considering his words as he started to rub the soapy loofah over your chest and collarbone, his touch and attention was gentle, but thorough, working in even circles across your skin. You had to admit, this was rather nice, having someone else bath you, it wasn't degrading or childish, the look August gave you as he moved the sponge over your breasts, making you shiver from the sensation of the rough texture on your sensitive and hardening nipples, drawing out a loud moan that mixed in with the patter of droplets from the showerhead. August smirked at you, watching your push your chest forward against his hand and the loofah, clearly wanting more from the contact, but he continued on, caressing over your sides, watching you squirm as he touched the ticklish skin he knew was there, making you giggle involuntarily, a much different sound from the one you had made a moment before.

“August.” You whimpered, breathless, peering up at him.

“Mmhm.” He hummed back at you, nodding his head and smirking, smugly. “I think you'll enjoy play time a lot more now.” He said, turning you around, washing your arms and back. “That you're relaxed and clean.” He whispered, moving lower with the loofah, massaging your butt and slipping between your legs.

You whimpered, feeling him wash your privates, and found you couldn't hold yourself back, rocking against the length of the sponge gently. August laughed, seeing you rut against the loofah, working the soap into a frenzied lather between your clenched legs, whimpering and moaning as you stimulated your pussy on the coarse sponge. He was loving this little show, how unexpected it was, how much it turned him on. August held the loofah still, allowing you to rub yourself off on it, your eyes squeezed shut and lip clamped between your teeth. You pressed your forehead to August's chest to steady yourself, feeling your legs shake and the building of your orgasm in the pit of your belly.

“August!” You moaned, pressing your face harder into his wet body, tugging on your restraints. “Fuck, Gus!” You cried out, hugging your legs around the loofah and his hand.

“You going to come for me, Lamb?” August growled back at you, wrapping his free arm around you, helping to keep you up right, and feeling the thick droplets of your come wash over his hand and down your legs with the shower water. “Are you going to drench my hand, so I have to wash you again?” He huffed, his cock heavy between his thick thighs, twitched.

“God, yes!” You mewled, trembling as your climax came to a head.

“Look at me, then!” He snapped, but not harshly. “I want to watch you come, my love.” He cooed, slipping his hand under your chin and pushed your head back, so you looked him in the face. “Let me see that beautiful face, while you orgasm.”

You whined, breathing unevenly as you finally surrendered and gushed all over August's hand and the loofah, your knees going weak and folding together, thankfully August held you up as you continued to be rocked by the power of your pleasure, before falling forward against him, feeling like putty. August pressed a kiss to your forehead, grinning like a madman as he pulled the sponge from between your legs and dropped it to the floor, gently lifting you and setting you down on a wooden bench that was in the shower.

“That was quite the treat, Lamb.” He purred at you, then stepped back out of the shower to grab another clean loofah, and finished washing you, before showering himself.

You watched him wash, soaping that body not even the most skilled Greek sculptor could pull off with marble. A question popped into your mind, as you watched him clean between his legs, a soft smirk pulling across your lips. “I understand your standards now. But we're going to get messy again. So, what's the point of getting clean, only to get dirty again?” You inquired, as he carded his fingers through his curls, rinsing the conditioner out of them, while also washing the soap off his body.

August shot a sideways look at you, a little smirk pulling up one corner of his own mouth, amused you had clearly caught on to what was going on. “Who said we wouldn't be showering again, afterwards?” He asked, shaking his head, sending droplets flying and making you giggle at him.

“Fair enough, Walker. Fair enough.” You retorted, lifting your heavy foot to run it up and down the length of his thigh and the back of his knee.

“Someone's in a mood now.” August teased, turning the shower off and scooping you up, carrying you out of the shower and setting you down in the middle of the bathroom, so he could grab a towel.

“Are you going to take these off of me?” You asked, twisting your upper back to show him the cuffs you were still in.

“I will.” He nodded, unfolding a high thread count, black towel and started drying you off. “To put you in dry ones.” He added, smirking at you slyly.

“Ugh, of course!” You huffed, rolling your eyes at him.

August laughed, securing the towel around you, but paused for a moment to wrap his hand around your left bicep and felt the small, thin plastic implant that was under the skin of the inside of your upper arm, before crossing the room, to the black door of a small closet. He reached inside and removed a hanger off the rack, then turned back to you. Showing you what was on the hanger, a deep and shiny emerald green, silk nightie with spaghetti straps and black lace that decorated the breasts and bottom hem, he draped it over the edge of the tub for a moment, to remove your cuffs, tossing those aside, he took the nightie off the hanger and helped you slip into it, the garment just barely fell past your hips.

“Hm.” August hummed, grinning down at you, licking his lips and nodding his head. “I've imagined you in this, many times.” He whispered, letting out a low moan.

“Took you long enough to dare introduce me to it.” You quipped back, stroking the exposed skin of your chest, just above the v-neckline of the garment.

August touched his finger underneath your chin. “We'll see, once we get into the playroom.” He smirked, taking your hand and led you through the door you'd originally come through.

“Playroom?” You repeated, squeezing his hand, and sneaking a peek at his butt. “You didn't strike me as a man that played with toys.” You teased him, nervously, daring to give his rump a pinch with your free hand, making him snap a narrow eyed glance over his shoulder at you.

“Imp.” He huffed, shaking his head. “But you saw a prelude to the toys I play with, Lamb.” He said, stopping at the second door in the main room.

“I did indeed, can't be much worse.” You commented, before he opened the door.

A grin stretched across August's lips as he pushed the door open, revealing his coveted playroom. You took a step forward, poking your head inside and letting your mouth fall open at the space, filled with all sorts of equipment, implements and pieces of furniture.

“I stand corrected.” You gulped, mouth hanging open.

August stroked the back of your hair. “I'll be gentle with you.” He promised, moving around you and into the room. “You remember your safe word?” He asked, lifting a brow at you.

“Rome.” You replied, nodding at him feeling a nervous flutter in your stomach.

“Do you want to use it?” He inquired, chewing on the inside of his cheek, his skilled and observant eyes detecting your nerves, but also a hint of curiosity.

You licked your lips and looked around the room one more time, before settling your eyes back on August. “No.” You shook your head. “Not yet, at least.”

“Very well, then.” August nodded, reaching out and taking your hand, slowly leading you further into the room that took up most of the rest of the square footage of the warehouse. “Well, I know my Lamb can take being cuffed.” He smirked, massaging his thumb over the top of your hand. “So, let's start with that again.” He said, letting go of your hand and approached the wall of neatly organized implements, picking a pair of cuffs off a hook.

“These cuffs will be gentler on your wrists.” He said, having noticed the red marks on your skin, from twisting and pulling on the other set of leather cuffs. “They are lined with padded velvet.” He explained, coming back to you and motioned for you to hold your hands out to him.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you did as you were instructed, holding your arms out to August, allowing him to slip the soft and comfortable restraints around your wrists and pull the strap taut, securing them together with the buckle clip. He probed his fingers inside the cuffs, making sure they weren't too tight, as to cut off the circulation in your hands, then nodded with satisfaction, before grabbing the makeshift leash that dangled between them. He used it to pull you over to a strange contraption.

It was like an over-sized, step stool, made of metal and the two steps were thickly padded.

“Knees on the bottom step, torso on the top one.” August explained to you, letting go of the leash.

“All right.” You gulped, moving up to it, bracing your hands on the top the best you could, with them being bound together, and planted your knees on the bottom, steadying yourself for a moment, even casting August a look, but he just lifted his brows at you, his head dropping forward slightly, making it clear for you to keep it up.

So, you shifted until you found a comfortable spot for your knees, then leaned forward, pressing your chest to the top step, your nightie pulling up to the small of your back and exposing your bare bum to August, who reached out to caress it with his palm, for a moment, then lifted it away and brought it back, the slap echoing in the vast room with your surprised yelp. You started to turn around and protest, but August grabbed the leash attached to your cuffs and pulled you back down onto the padded step.

“No, you don't.” He chided you, shaking his head, disapprovingly. “Naughty girl.” He chuckled, releasing the buckle of your cuffs, before leaning over and grabbed one of the black chain hard points that were attached to each leg of the bench, clipping it to the loop on your right cuff, then did the same with the left. “There, that'll keep you in place, Lamb.” He cooed, licking his lips and moving to stand beside you, running his fingertips along the length of your spine, stopping just short of your rump, watching your shiver at the contact.

“You like that, Lamb?” He asked, lifting a brow at you, taking note, as he glided his fingers back up towards your neck, smiling as you nodded. “Sensation. Hmm, let's see where this goes, sweet girl.” He hummed, moving away from you.

“August.” You gulped, fidgeting and gently tugging on your restraints, making them rattle against the metal legs.

“Sir.” August corrected you, bluntly. “While we're in this section of the building, you'll call me; Sir.” He explained to you, opening a drawer. “Understood, Lamb?”

You blinked at him, biting your lip. “Sir.” You squeaked, then cleared your throat. “What are you going to do to me?” You asked, worried.

“We're going to play with your sensation, Lamb.” He answered, smirking at you. “I also told you, I would be gentle with you. So, you have nothing to be afraid of.” He reminded you, taking out a weird looking object, it had a long handle with a wheel of spikes on it, then moved over to another drawer, grabbing several various types of bottles.

August set those items on a table in front of you, then disappeared for a few minutes, coming back with a bowl of steaming water and set it on the table with them. He moved back to the drawers, picking a couple things out. He stared into one drawer, debating if he should take out the toy he had his eyes on, but worried you might not be ready for it yet. So, August closed the drawer and returned to the table, leaving the toy for another possible time. He put the object in his hand into the warm water, then turned to you.

“Leave that to warm up first, then we'll play with it.” He said to you, picking up a red, silk blindfold and delicately tying it over your eyes, before grabbing one of the bottles, a bottle of lubrication, and popped the cap open, single handed.

You shifted and wiggled on the bench, now that you were blindfolded, your other senses were on high alert. Your ears twitched to every sound August made around you, the sharp pop of something opening and the squirt of something thick, you tilted your head side to side, trying to identify what it was you were hearing. The air in the room wasn't cold on your bare skin, but it wasn't warm either, it was almost perfect. You felt the way the fabric of your nightie rode up on your back and bunched between you and the seat of the bench, the metal of the legs were cool against your skin as you gripped them, finding it was easier and more comfortable to lay almost limp on the top step.

You felt the shift of air as August stepped in front of you, the warmth of his naked body heat, the scent of his clean skin. Moaning softly and tilting your head up, you took a deeper breath in of his scent, having never noticed just the natural smell of his skin before. It was usually masked by his normal body wash and cologne, but since he washed it all away with the unscented soap, it gave you free access to his true scent, and you couldn't get enough of it. It was alluring, dusky and raced straight between your legs.

Tugging up the back of your nightie, to expose your back, August squeezed a teeny bit of lube onto your left shoulder-blade, then rubbed it in. “Tell me, what you feel.” He whispered to you, brushing his fingers through the back of your hair.

You focused on that spot on your shoulder, there was no feeling, at first, then it began to feel quite strange, like the beginning of your fingers or toes falling asleep, after laying in an awkward position for too long. It was numbing—no, it was tingling!

“It tingles.”

“Very good.” August praised you, patting the back of your head. “It's tingling lube.” He said, putting the bottle on the table and picking up another one, applying it to your right shoulder-blade.

At first, you started at the cold of the lube touching your otherwise warm skin, after a few moments though, the heat grew in intensity, however it wasn't unpleasant or overbearing. “It's warm! Very warm, Sir.” You answered, rubbing your thighs together, the sensation of the tingle and intense heat on your shoulders were starting to make you wet.

August smirked, watching you rut, then moved on, squeezing a line of lube down the length of your spine, making you gasp with shock, instantly knowing what this sensation was.

“Cold, like an ice cube!” You quivered, the interchanging of heat, tingle and cold battling each other to be the main sensation you felt on your back was intoxicating and maddening.

“Open your mouth, Lamb.” August instructed you, holding his fingers up to your lips.

Obeying, you parted your lips and August slipped his coated fingers inside your mouth, resting them heavily on your tongue.

“Close and suck.”

Moaning, you sealed your lips around his two thick digits and sucked, until you had a vacuum seal around them. You tasted the sticky substance on his fingers, it made you frown, it wasn't anything you had tasted before. Shaking your head, you probed his fingers with your tongue, trying to place what you were tasting on them, sucking them deeper into your mouth, until it struck you. You pulled your head back, August's fingers popping out of your mouth with thick strings of drool.

“Chocolate.” You moan, your voice sultry.

“Mmhm.” August nodded, his eyes heavily hooded. “You didn't get dessert during our date at the restaurant.” He quipped, saucily, coating his fingers with a different lube. “Last one, Lamb.” He cooed, stuffing your mouth with his fingers once again.

The flavor of this lube exploded in your mouth, and you chuckled, August was purposely teasing you with this one, it was your favorite flavor. You didn't pull away from his fingers this time, suckling on them, cleaning off every bit of the delicious lube, before August removed his own digits, thumbing away the drool from your lips.

“I liked that one, Sir.” You purred at him, licking your lips.

“I'm positive you did, Lamb.” August chuckled, lightly caressing your back, before picking up the strange instrument and touching it to your chilled spine, making you start as he rolled the pointy spikes, gently up and down your back.

“Wh-what is...th-that?” You moaned, wiggling, it felt so odd and so good at the same time, especially on your cold vertebra.

“Wartenberg wheel.” He replied, moving to the heated area of your shoulder. “It's a medical device that doctors typically use to test nerve reactions.” He explained to you, applying a small amount of pressure, and watched your skin jump. “Did that hurt?” He asked, pulling the wheel away from your back.

“No, it felt...it felt--” You panted, swallowing hard, as you tried to find a way to explain to August how it felt. “Like little, heat filled, tickle bombs.” You said, knowing it made absolutely no sense. “I liked it, a lot.” You assured him.

August nodded, but moved the wheel to the tingle patch of your other shoulder, doing the same thing, you squirmed and giggled, it tickled there more than either of the other two spots, that felt sensual. “I think you're warmed up now.” He said softly, pressing his palm down to the small of your back. “You seem relaxed and to be enjoying yourself.” He cooed, curving his hand slowly between your legs, and slotted his fingers in against the back of your pussy.

“Oh.” He rasped, feeling your wet folds. “You're more than warmed up, sweetheart.” He chuckled, slipping half a finger inside of you, finding you were even wetter, still.

You moaned loudly, pushing back on August's hand, wanting to take all of his finger, wanting more than his finger inside of you. “Please, Sir. Please!” You whimpered and begged, rocking against your restraints.

“Wet and needy, just how I love my Lamb.” August growled, removing his hand.

“Please!” You begged again, whining at the loss of his digit inside of you.

“Oh, I'll satisfy you yet, minx.” He replied, chuckling, and dipping his hand into the bowl of warm water, pulling out a sleek, eight inch, metal dildo, warmed by the water he put it in, in order to play a little more with your discovered Sensation kink.

He picked up one of the lubes, one the two of you hadn't played with, and coated the dildo with it, before moving behind you. Resting a hand on the small of your back, August guided it home and made you start. Even though the two of you had only been together for a few months, your sex life was one of the most active parts of your relationship, so you knew August's manhood better than you knew your own hand, and knew what he was pushing inside of your core, was not his cock.

“Aug—SIR!” You gasped, pushing yourself forward, the little you could.

“Relax, Lamb.” He murmured, grasping your hip and pulling you back. “You can take it. You take my cock all the time, love.” He coaxed you, all the while, inching it further and further inside of you. “Such a beautiful pussy you have.” He sighed, sliding the last of the warmed toy inside of you.

“I love when it's all full up with my cock or a toy.” He smirked, gently twisting the dildo.

You cried out, throwing your head back, the warm metal stretched you open and pressed the length of your core, the sensation of the lube was cold, but oddly, with every movement, there were bursts of tingles. Your toes curled and you rutted down on the bench, managing to rub the edge of your clit against the red padding, going cross eyed beneath the blindfold, but you hissed as August spanked you.

“None of that!” He chastised you. “You'll come, when I say.”

“That's not fair!” You protested, jerking on your cuffs.

“I'm the master in this building, Lamb!” August scolded you, catching your chin in his fingers and pushing your head back, even though you couldn't see him, you could feel his gaze. “I'll be fair, but you'll still do as you're told.” He lectured you, while lifting his other hand close to your face, grinning smugly since you couldn't see the device he had in it, pressing the red button on it.

“Oh, good lord!” You gasped, tensing against your bounds, as a profound vibration started to hum inside of your core. “Oh, Jesus.” You mewled, squirming against it, but August only turned it up, leaving you withering. “August, fuck!” You babbled, trembling.

“Is that what you're supposed to call me, right now, little Lamb?” He smirked, relenting on the intensity of the vibration, just for a moment.

“No, I'm sorry, sir.” You sighed, shaking your head in his hand, breathing through your open mouth.

“That's a good girl.” He purred, his voice a deep timber, as he kissed your sweaty forehead, then cranked the power back up.

You whimpered, feeling the strength race up your back and disrupt all coherent thought inside your brain, leaving you a bumbling mess. August smirked, setting the control down on the table and picked up another device, slipping it onto his middle finger, before going to stand behind you. He knew you probably wouldn't last long like this, as he reached beneath you, pressing a switch in the underside of the device, a vibrating finger wand, while pressing it to your swollen clit. You bucked against his hand, shaking your head and crying out, tears soaking the fabric of the blindfold as you became overwhelmed.

“I can't!” You sobbed, biting down on your lip as the orgasm inside you threatened to shred you into pieces. “I can't! Please, I need to come, sir!” You implored August, kicking your feet.

“I know you do, doll.” He answered, seeing you drench the dildo and rubbed your oversensitive nub with the teeny vibrator. “But you can last a little bit longer. That sweet release will feel so much sweeter in a few moments, I promise.” He cooed, leaning over you to press kisses along the length of your back, the hairs of his mustache and beard tickling and scrapping your skin, adding to your senses.

“Come.” He whispered in your ear, nudging his hard cock against your ass. “Let it all out.”

“August!” You called out, letting go and squirting around the toy with an intensity that pushed it out some, then fell limp over the bench.

August kneaded your hips and kissed the base of your neck, as he removed the toy from your core, dripping with your juices and dropped it back into the bowl, then turned back and took off your blindfold, seeing your damp and heavy eyes for the first time.

“Are you fucked out, princess?” He teased you, smirking, lifting your heavy head and kissed your lips. “Oh, you are thoroughly fucked out, Lamb.” He chuckled, stroking your cheek with his thumb, then removed your cuffs, gently pushing you up to your rubber legs and scooped you up, carrying you over to a black leather, tantra chaise.

He lowered himself down onto it, still holding you against his chest, while he got comfortable in the deep valley in the middle of the long and wide chair, before reclining against the high back, his head resting on the attached headrest. Your own head rested heavily on August's chest and your hands were tucked into the nooks of his armpits, elbows hugged against his ribs and straddling his waist, numbed and spent. Whimpering pathetically, as his strong and calloused hands massaged up and down your back for a long few minutes, before reaching underneath to his throbbing and needy cock, slick pearls of come, dripping down his shaft.

August stroked himself for a moment, rubbing and occasionally tapping his thick head against your sticky and sensitive pussy, drawing out soft, deep moans from you, as you rubbed your cheek and face against his collarbone. August teased his tip between your folds, caressing its length and circled your clit, before withdrawing again, to stroke himself some more, squeezing his base. He pressed his tip inside of you again, thrusting just inside the ring of your entrance, hissing as he felt your nails dig into the skin of his armpits, and snapped completely inside of you, stuffing you with his mighty manhood. You gasped, planting your hands on the chaise and pushed yourself up, arching your back as the burn of August's cock spread through you like a wildfire, your head thrown back and eyes rolled into your skull.

“Brat.” August hissed at you, popping you on the bum, then gripped your hips and kept you seated in his lap, positioning his feet on the floor at either side of the tantra, using the leverage to rock into you, pushing you up a little bit with each upwards thrust. “You like that, Lamb?” He purred at you, hearing your almost silent gasp and watched you gently sway above him, smirking as he realized you'd dropped into a low level of subspace.

“Yes, Sir.” You sighed, pressing your hands to August's chest, feeling his heart pounding against your palms. “Your cock feels so much better than the toy does.” You confessed, looking at him with glassy and hooded eyes, pupils dilated with your heightened emotions and sensations. “It's so much bigger and hotter.” You told him, smoothly rolling your hips.

The feeling of August throbbing and twitching inside of your tight core was amazing, fat veins rubbing against your velvety walls, filling you up, so he always hit your sweet spots. You never wanted another cock or man inside of you as long as you lived! You felt so spoiled on August's and thanked the Gods that graced him with it. You felt the muscles of August's stomach flex against yours and heard his breathing become rough, his tell-tale sign, while his ordinarily smooth thrusts became jerky and irregular. August ran a hand up your back and squeezed your neck, pulling you into a hungry and sultry kiss, feeling his balls start to grow taut, blood pounding in his ears and a sheen of sweat breaking out over his forehead, plastering his curls to his damp skin, as a rush of heat washed over him, head to toe.

He grunted into your mouth, letting go of your neck and wrapped his muscular arms around you, trapping yours against your sides, while practically crushing you against his chest, hammering wildly into you, laser focused on pumping you full of his seed, to feel it gush out around his frenzied cock and drip over his swollen sack, which only maddened him even more. You moaned and grunted, bouncing your hips to ride his cock the best you could with each powerful thrust, his hold on you the only thing that stopped you from being shoved up August's body, with their strength. You pressed your forehead to his hairy chest, legs trembling as you pushed up on your tippy toes, feeling the build of a new orgasm in the pit of your stomach.

“Oh god.” August huffed, hot breath stirring the hair on the top of your head as he ejaculated, spurting hot and fast loads of milky come into your core, stimulating you into your third orgasm of the night. “How I wish I could keep your sweet, little hole filled up with my come all day and all night long.” He rasped, coming down off his high enough to form sensible words.

“I have no doubt you would, August James Walker.” You chuckled, turning your head and resting your chin in the center of his chest, smirking up at him, sleepily.

August chuckled, breathily, at you, brushing strands of your hair out of your warm face, and lifted his head to press a tender kiss to your brow, then glanced at the clock that hung on the far wall. “Hmm.” He hummed, seeing the late hour. “I should get you home, Lamb, you have work in the morning after all.” He said, sitting up with you in his lap, before slowly lifting you off his softened cock, watching your combined releases slowly seep out of you, dripping onto the leather of the chair below you as he sat you on the bottom, so he could stand up.

You watched August walk away, sliding down the chaise and into the spot he vacated, curling up and moaning at the heat of the material, warmed by his body. August disappeared into the main room for a time, coming back to find you had fallen into a light sleep in his absence, making his smile down at you. He squatted beside you, stroking your hair, the side of your face and neck, drinking in your relaxed and unassuming beauty, and smiled brighter as your eyes gently fluttered open and settled on him.

“I have a nice, relaxing bath waiting for you, Lamb.” He cooed, rubbing your arm, sweetly.

“Mmm.” You hummed, brow furrowing at the thought of the luxurious warm water. “That sounds magnificent, Gus.” You mumbled, eyes falling shut again, but managed to pull yourself into an upright position.

“Would you like some assistance, my lady?” August teased you, looking over your limp body.

“Yes, please.” You nodded, not opening your eyes, just lifting your arms, so he could pick you up.

You felt his chest rumble with a chuckle as he hoisted you up into his arms, planting a kiss to your temple, and carried you back into the bathroom. This time the lights were down low, and the candles were lit, great, thick tentacles of hot steam rose from the fragrant bath water, filling the room with the misty scent of sandalwood and cardamom from the expensive Himalayan bath salts he sprinkled in.

“I feel so spoiled.” You commented, as August helped you out of your nightie and then stepped in the tub with you, your toes curled in the warm water.

“Oh?” He replied, resting back against the edge of the tub. “By being bound to a spanking bench, blindfolded, and having a vibrating dildo inside of you, while I played with your sensitive skin and made you hold in your orgasm?” He quipped, amused and teasing. “Then fucked you senseless on the tantra chair.”

You smirked into his neck, shaking your head. “It's always a treat to be fucked by you, August.” You chuckled back. “But I meant the bath.” You clarified, lifting a hand and sailed your fingers over the surface. “We could have just gotten back into the shower, or gotten dressed and you could've taken me home, where I would have just shower myself before bed.” You explained, shifting between his legs. “Instead, you drew me a fancy bath, with candle light.”

“So romantic.”

The slightest of blushes crossed August's scruffy cheeks. “I figured it would be more beneficial to you, than a shower would be. Allow you to sit and soak in hot water, because you're going to be sore tomorrow.” He told you, massaging your hips and back.

“I don't doubt that.” You nodded, turning to kneel between his legs.

“What are you doing, little Lamb?” He inquired, a smug and knowing smirk pulling across his lips.

“I feel bad, Gus.” You cooed at him, caressing your fingertips over his thick thighs, water swirling between the two of you. “I've come three times tonight, while you've only come once.” You told him, one hand dipping between his legs.

“That doesn't seem very far to me, Sir.”

August growled at you, his smirk broadening. “I've corrupted you.”

“Corrupted?” You pouted, a soft and innocent look crossing your face. “No, never.” You assured him, hand inching closer to his awakening member. “Instigated something inside of me? Very much so.” You nodded, lightly dragging your nails up his length, making him hiss and squirm with pleasure. “It's only nice to give you one more orgasm, before the night ends.” You whispered, leaning forward to kiss him, raking your nails downwards, chuckling as August growled and nipped at your bottom lip.

“And, maybe, a wee bit of revenge.” You laughed, closing your hand around his base.

“Hmm, of course.” He nodded, letting his head fall back and closed his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy your attention. “I'll take it as you'll be willing to play here with me again?” He asked, gripping the edge of the tub as you started to stroke his length.

“I'd take it into deep consideration, yes.” You nodded, rubbing your thumb over the deep groove that split the head of August's cock, watching strands of pre-come weep out as you set them free from his slit. “I'm sure you'd want to step it up a level, judging by the amount and types of toys you have.”

“I would.” August groaned, thumping the heel of his foot on the bottom of the tub. “But, just like tonight, I would gradually introduce you to it. I know you're a novice at being a submissive.”

“Do you want me to be your submissive, Bear?” You cooed, gently tugging on his shaft.

August lifted his head, looking at you with dark, azure eyes. “Very much, Lamb.” He rasped, licking his lips. “But it wouldn't upset me, if you didn't want to be.” He admitted, eyes flaring as he watched you dip your head, submerging your face for a long moment to suck on the head of his cock, before coming back up, face dripping.

“So far, so good.” You smirked at him, seeing how you were affecting him.

“Noted.” He nodded, locking his eyes on your task, your thumb rubbing and pressing into the major vein underneath his shaft, making his toes curl and his eyes almost cross.

Your strokes grew firmer, free hand cupping his heavy sack, rolling them and giving them careful squeezes. The throb of August's member increased against your palm, swelling and its tip turning purple as he began to reach his zenith, moans echoing in the bathroom. You watched August's flushed face twist in his climax, beads of sweat dripping from his nose with the mixture of warm bath water and the rush of his orgasm spreading through his body, sending ropes of come sailing through the water.

“You're damned handsome, August Walker.” You cooed, moving forward to press a kiss to the damp skin of his neck, feeling the slowing thud of his pulse against your lips as you kissed your way up the column of his throat, over his stubbly chin to his slightly parted lips, cutting off his harsh and labored pants for air.

“Who's fucked out now?” You teased, sitting back on his thighs.

August cracked an eye open at you. “I won't be taking you home tonight, Lamb.” He replied, voice rough. “You also won't be going into work tomorrow.” He added.

“Is that so?” You answered, lifting a brow at him.

“Then, where will we be, Gus?”

“Here.” He said, pulling the drain and stood up with you, setting you down outside the tub.

The two of you dried off and August showed you back through the warehouse, to the back where he revealed a bedroom, a massive, king sized bed, covered in insanely expensive cotton, black and silver sheets and blankets. August pulled down the thick comforter and sheet, before looking over at you and patted the Nectar mattress. You chuckled, smirking at him and joined him, shaking your head as the mattress came to just above your hip. August grinned back at you, resting his hands on your hips and hoisted you up onto the mattress. With you in bed, August turned the lights out and joined you under the blankets, pulling you against his body, before slipping his hand between you, to pump his cock for a moment, then curved his legs into yours and pushed his semi-hard cock into your core.

“Mmm, August.” You moaned, wiggling your hips and pressing your back against his chest, feeling him slowly harden completely inside of you.

“Sweet dream, little Lamb.” August rumbled back into your ear, locking his arms around your waist, keeping you in place, and drifted off, a sinful smile on his lips.

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Is That a Deal?

Summary:  August needed to show you patience

Pairings:  August Walker X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  light bondage, thigh riding, finger sucking, taunting, dirty talk, D/s vibes, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  350

August Walker Masterlist

for @tis-thedamn-season​

August circles around your body, stopping at your back as he wraps a ribbon around your wrists. Roughly pulling it taut when he finishes. He strolls back to the couch. His legs spread wide, making you whine at the sight of him.  You know he wants it just as much as you do. Those mitt sized hands rub over his toned leg; up and down. The pants and his calloused skin making a delightful sound.

He gives you a little smirk before patting his thigh, beckoning you over, but you shake your head no, “It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.”

“But Auggie…”

“Get your pretty little ass on my fucking thigh. You know you like it. I just want to make sure you’re good and wet for when I fuck you in the mattress.”

You start to give a pitiful protest, but he slaps his thigh that, his brows furrowed as he glares at you. A low growl echoes down in his chest, and you know it’s best to listen. When you get closer to him, he all but pulls you down on his thigh.

Hands on your hips as he guides you to grind over his muscular legs. You emit a lewd moan, and he gives you a condescending smile, “Don’t I know what’s best for my girl? Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Mhm,” you pant out, but it isn’t good enough, and you quickly back track, “It feels so good, sir. I just want your cock.”

“Needy little thing. You want to mumble out your answers,” he starts, stuffing his fingers into your mouth. “Now your words won’t matter. I may leave that pussy empty and just fuck your pathetic little mouth since you want to test me.”

You stare wide eyed up at him, but the added fullness to your mouth is doing the trick. Grinding down on this thighs, you let out a moan, “See? I always know what’s best for my sweet girl. Make my pants a mess and I’ll think about fucking you later. And if you’ve fallen asleep, I’ll wake you up by pounding into you, is that a deal?” you nod your head excitedly, and he smiles at you.

“My pretty little whore. You’ll have to show me what other things this whore mouth can suck.”

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Words Are Power

Pairing: Daddy!August Walker x Fem!reader

Warnings: little pet names, degradation, praise, cock warming, mentions of bad relationships

Ratings: Mature

Summary: Books aren’t the only things he can read. You are no different.

A/N: not beta’d. We die with our mistakes like men.

He can’t describe it but he knows something is off. Not in a huge way but even the way she’s sitting seems wrong. Even though she had said many times that she’s “fine” he can sense something just beneath the surface.

If it’s one thing he’s glad he’s learned from his job it’s how to get people to open up and talk. He makes you a cup of tea and brings it to you by your perch on the couch.

You smile up at him and he caresses your cheek. He sits opposite of you and you continue trying to read the book in your hands. The smell of the warm liquid calls to you and you give in. Finally reaching over to let the first drops of it warm your body it feels like a warm blanket being pulled around you.

“How did you know I needed some tea,” sighing as you place the mug back down on the table.

“It helps you to relax.”

“What makes you think I’m not?”

“Angel,” his fingers stroke your bare thigh, “you’ve not turned the page on that book in over thirty minutes. So you’re either distracted or tense.”

You shrug as a way of conceding defeat.

“Come here. I want to hold you.”

You hesitate for a split second but crawl your way onto his lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you close your eyes and fight off the fountain of words threatening to bubble out.

“I know you insist that you’re fine after last night,” whispering as he runs his hands over your back, “but I think I’ve hurt you and you’re not telling me.”

You shake your head.

“Sweetie, please don’t lie to me about anything like this. Remember you must always be honest with me. Especially if I’ve crossed a line.”

“You didn’t. Not on purpose,” sniffles swallowed up by his chest.

He sweeps your hair off your forehead and places a gentle kiss on your forehead, “just tell me. I want to fix it.”

You take a shuddering breath, “at the time I liked it. It was a turn on. I’ve never been degraded before. But…”

“Go on.”

“It’s….just one word. I don’t like it. It makes me feel wrong. Even if I only act like one for you. And I’m yours that way. I don’t like it.”

“Can you say it? Or do you need to write it down?”

“I don’t think I can say it without getting upset.”

He opens up a note in his phone and hands it to you. He watches as you type the word “whore.” He felt a stab in his chest when he thought about you hurting over this. He quickly erased the typing and tucks his phone back into his pocket.

He squeezes you tightly in his grip, “I’m sorry. I should have been more specific.”

“To be fair I said you could call me anything you like and I knew my safe words. At that moment I was okay. Just sitting with it ....”

“You don’t need to give me any more reason than you don’t like it. It will never leave my lips again. Were there more that you didn’t like after?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Perhaps we should have a longer talk about what words you do like for that play.”

Your skin heats and you wiggle in his lap, “well I really liked when you said I was your needy girl or that my body was needy. And,” swallowing down your desire, “how you said it was pathetic the way I begged for you.”

He raises an eyebrow, “I’ll keep that in mind. What’s going on in that head of yours.”

“Just that,” sitting up slightly to meet his gaze, “I just think that even when I’m open and honest you’ll be mad at me or you won’t want this. I know it’s just putting my bullshit on you….”

“Easy now. When I asked for you to be with me and for us to do this, I would have to see the hurt and damage left by someone else. I knew I would have to face it with you,” wiping unshed tears from your eyes, “nothing you ever say that is open and honest will make me want you less. Now I might have to adjust things but it would be important especially then to tell me how you’re feeling. The last thing in the world I ever want is to cause you pain and make you feel abandoned. I can’t do that to you. I can’t ever let you feel that again.”

You snuggled into him again and sighed. You let yourself be held. His words felt like a warm blanket over you because you knew he meant it. In all your time with him, no matter what, you knew he cared for you and he was there.

“Would it be okay if I held you and told you what I’m thinking?”

You nod and wrap your arms tightly around him.

“You’re so brave and I’m so proud of you. You put your trust in me. I know it scares you because of your past. In spite of that, you trust me. You submit to me in ways I’m sure you’d never even thought about. It’s beautiful, just like you inside and out. It nearly brings me to tears when I think about how far you’ve come. Seeing you come into a more confident version of yourself, it draws me to you even more.”

Your cheeks heat, “August, you’re embarrassing me.”

“I’m going to do it more. Do you have any idea what you do to me? I pride myself on control and one little pout from you and I’m broken. Or even one little phrase and I’m a mad man. One little text, one sentence, that’s all it takes.”

“Like what,” your skin is warm all over.

“Tease,” he growls into your ear, “but I’ll play along. Hmm, let me see. Begging for anything, even if you're just politely asking, never fails to make my train of thought go to all the ways I can make you say please,” his fingers dig into your hips as he whispers, “my very good girl.”

You rock your hips forward and groan at feeling him harden beneath you.

“You like what you do to me Angel,” you frantically nod at him, “it’s because you’re such a good girl. Obedient and shy but willing to be dirty just for me. Isn’t that right, pumpkin?”

Gasping as his hips rise to meet yours, “yes Daddy. Only for you.”

His lips crash against yours and you’re lost. He hadn’t intended to be this aroused but praising you also makes his list of things he becomes a mad man for. Pulling away he gazes at your face, “I got carried away. Forgive me. I’m supposed to make you feel better and not force anything.”

You shake your head, “you’re not. But I need to… I mean, could,” you huff in frustration as embarrassment steals your words.

He holds you even tighter to him, “darling girl, don’t be ashamed. Nothing you need is wrong. I will never look down on you for using your words and telling me what you need. Now, take a breath and just ask.”

You close your eyes and breathe deeply. You know he wouldn’t think anything of it, “I need to feel you close to me. Inside me. Please Daddy.”

Even though you’ve never asked for it, he swells with pride at how you were able to say it aloud, “good girl.”

He reaches between you to free himself. Your eyes dip to watch so he strokes himself a few times just to hear the little gasps that come from you.

Rising up on your knees, he slides his fingers over the front of your shorts. He smiles as he moves the fabric to the side and finds your bare slit. His fingers glide over the wetness that has gathered, “very good girl.”

He lines himself up with your entrance, “go on. Sit.”

You sink down on his length and exhale. It’s wonderful and right. Your eyes meet his.

“Lay against me princess.”

You do as you’re told but a small groan passes your lips as his thick length presses against your cervix.

“I know. You’re so full. Be a good girl and don’t move now,” he picks up your discarded book, “I’m going to read to you.”

“But Daddy,” whining aloud.

He spanks you sharply, “I said be a good girl. No whining. No moving. Just feel me inside you. Listen to me read to you,” he kisses your temple, “then maybe when you’re so needy you can hardly bear it Daddy will give you more. Can you do that, be Daddy’s good girl?”

Nodding, “yes Daddy. Please.”

“Tease.”

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Give Yourself To Me

August Walker x Black Female Reader

A/n: As promised I have provided a toe-gripping story (according to me) please read the warnings below, enjoy and don’t be shy to leave some love on this post

Warnings: Manipulation, Gaslighting, Consensual Non Consent, Cry Fetish, Fear Kink, Rough Sex, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Foul Language, Name Calling, Stalker Behavior, Kidnapping

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You don’t remember. You can’t even if you tried. You simply woke up in his house one night. Your life, if you even had one, was all a blur. “Who are you?” You hesitated your words as you watched him from your corner. “I’m your boyfriend.” He said and you questioned it. “My boyfriend?” You took a deep breath and moved out of the corner, little by little. “I can’t remember you.” You frown. “I’m sorry…” Taking some steps closer to you, he sighs. “It’s okay.” His deep voice echoing around the room, he makes sure not to touch you. “What’s your name?” You ask him, wanting to rekindle what you once had. “August.” He replies, looking down to you. “I like your name.” You smile at him and he opens the door for you. Walking out the room with him, he walks you through his house. Showing you the living room, kitchen, bathrooms, his room and everything you needed to see. It was all one story so it shouldn’t be too hard to remember where everything is. “I’m not going to make you sleep with me. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He says to you as you both look at his room through the door frame. You smile to yourself at his thoughtfulness.

A few nights in and you get to know him more each night. “Its probably annoying to hear me ask the same things over again.” You say, leaning your head on the couch. He shakes his head. “Its…” He paused, looking for the right word. “Refreshing.” Your eyebrows, scrunch together and you scoot closer to him. “How?” He turns off the tv so you both can talk without background noise. “Hard to say. It feels nice is all I’m saying.” He says, towering over you even while sitting. Sitting in each others invisible bubbles, you feel so close and warm. Your hand rested on his arm, easing your busy mind. His blue eyes captivating as you stare into them. The silence prompts him to hold your cheek. His hand rough and cold, yet you still leaned into his touch. Leaning down, he kisses you. Tenderly, his lips peck yours. Probably not wanting to rush you into anything, but you showed him otherwise. Moving your hands to hold his face and open your mouth to carry on the kiss.

That kiss was the only one you both shared for weeks. In the moment it felt right. It didn’t lead to anything, just a cute kiss and you functioned as normal. But when you would fall asleep in his presence, whether that be on the couch or in your room, he would be in your dreams. It was weird and you told him about it. He looked a little surprised when you would describe it to him in great detail. “That’s some dream.” He says and that would remind you thats all it was, a dream. Even when he would get rough and rowdy with you and not in a sexual way. Him pushing you around in your dream, made you distance yourself from him a bit. What if it was your memories coming back in the form of a dream? He noticed and you expressed your concerns to him. “Y/n, baby, do you hear yourself?” He leans on the kitchen counter and you shrug. “How am I supposed to compete with a dream? Your imagination is getting the best of you.” He shakes his head at you. “But August, its scaring me.” You fold your hands in front of you. “You’re being too sensitive. Its just a dream, there’s nothing to be scared about.” He picks up your chin as you begin to look down. “I’m offended that you’re painting me as someone who’d hurt you.”

“I..It wasn’t me, its the dream-“ He interrupts you as you try to justify your thoughts. “And that dream was yours. Unbelievable.” He moves to the other side of the kitchen to continue looking for food to eat. You stand there on the verge of tears. He was right, you were being too sensitive about a dream. A fabrication of your mind. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” You smile through a few tears as he ignores you. “August?” Tapping his shoulder hesitantly. “I’m sorry about the dream, it was insensitive of me.” You look at him and he kisses you on the cheek, smiling back at you. “I’m glad that you realized your mistake.” Its crazy how you didn’t recognize anything wrong with this conversation. Things only got worse from here. As more and more dreams flooded your mind every night as you went to sleep, you pieced things together. “Tell me!” He raised his voice at you and you flinched, refusing to speak anymore. Clearing his throat, he takes a deep breath. “You’re getting me upset but I’m calm now.” He says and your lip quivers. “I…you kidnapped me.” You whisper softly. His face oozes with frustration as he moves to get off the bed, you run. As quickly as your legs can possibly take you, your hands shake uncontrollably as you try to open the front door. “I tried to be nice but you don’t want that.” He says, grabbing you by the neck and dragging you.

“But I am pretty relieved because my patience was running so thin with you.” Your struggling is drowned out by his words as he walked you to the kitchen. Letting you go, you take a much needed breath and he pushes you against the counter. Caressing your shoulder, he yanks off your shirt. “August!” You yell, your hands racing to cover your exposed chest. He’s nowhere near stopping as he tugs on your shorts. Ripping it with his hastiness as he pulls them down your waist. Pooling at your ankles. You huff in frustration. Doing everything in your power to look away from him, he grabs your chin and with the straightest face. “Look at me.” He states, pulling your panties aside and sticking two fingers in. A shuddered breath leaving your lips. Your hands shifting from covering your breasts to unknowingly squeezing them. Even as its so wrong it feels dangerously right.

You’re so embarrassed, the wetness in between your legs all over his fingers. You looked to one side and then the other, even the ceiling. Anything to distract yourself from his fingers curling, moving in and out your cunt like nobody’s business. “no.” You weakly repeat, moving your hands from your breasts and doing your best to close your legs. He lets go of your chin and forces open your legs. Leaning down to your ear, he whispers. “Keep your legs open yourself or I’ll tie them.” You look at him as he leans back and open your legs. Taking out his fingers, you muffle a whimper. He glances at you as he lifts you onto the counter and spreads your legs. Plunging his hands in you once more, he puts his hand on your upper inner thigh and squeezes inhumanely hard. Looking down to his hands, you trap a moan in your throat. Breathing heavily as he fingers you faster and to add to the unbearable sexual acts of this man, he uses his thumb on the hand that was gripping onto your thigh to rub small circles on your clit.

No denying that he hit the spot as you held his arm to stop, whining and squeezing on his fingers. “s..stop” You uttered, barely being heard by him. Your unsteady breathing, turned to low moans as you came on his fingers for the first time. He kept going, not stopping or slowing down. Your sensitive core becoming even more sensitive as his circles on your clit become more harsh. “stop…no” You find your voice and warn him as if he isn’t getting what he wanted from you. “Shut up.” He states, annoyed as he stops rubbing your clit and covers your mouth. Leaning you back on the counter. Allowing him to keep you down, you moan into his palm as his fingers violently make you cum for the second time. Uncovering your mouth, you get a grip and he takes his fingers out of you. Pulling you up by your arm, he takes off your panties and wipes off your juices with it.

Putting it aside for now, he slides your shirt to you on the counter. “Put on the shirt.” He didn’t have to tell you twice as you quickly threw it over your body. Taking you off the counter, he bends you over it as your legs shook under you. “Every time, you put on this shirt. I want you to remember what I did to you in it.” He exclaims to you lowly. You gasp as his dick enters you. He uses your panties and puts them in your mouth to gag you. Putting both his hands on your waist as he makes you feel him, every inch of him. Moving one hand up to your neck, he gets a firm grip and squeezes. Making your back arch. You couldn’t help but spit them out when you began to feel light headed. Panting like an animal and when you finally caught your breath, noticing that your words do nothing. You fall apart, crying as his hands cradle your body. It was hard to tell if you were crying because of the force or the pleasure. He groans above you, your sobs arousing him. He didn’t want the sensual feeling to over power his unmanageable urge to hear you cry.

Moving his other hand down to your clit, he rubs on it again. In the little amount of time he’s fucked you, he’s already found one of your sweet spots. Something it would take other men ages to find. Your leg was shaking next to his as you came on his cock, slowly going in and out of you. One moment your squeezing on his whole dick, the next your barely touching the tip. The pleasure it brings to him when you do that, you make it challenging to stay inside of you and he can’t help but like it. Like the way your hole closes so tightly when he slides out of you and makes him have to practically rip you open to get back inside. Your squealing and screaming adding to the sensation. He’s pushing up against one spot inside you, that made you moan to the top of your lungs. It confused you how he found it when you didn’t even know it was there. “didn’t think that was in you” He teases, referring to your moan. “I’d be worried if I had neighbors.” He says as he pulls you up off the counter and flush against his bare chest.

You shake your head, whining as he turns your head by the neck to look at him. You really realize the size difference between the two of you. Your eyes roll back as he fucks you standing up, his arms hugging around your waist and stomach. His hands holding onto the sides of your body. Moving your hands to hold onto the counter, you both look into each others eyes at the same time. Something burns in your chest and intimidates you. Turning your head back, he puts his head beside yours to see you struggle. He watches how your legs shake, making him hold you up as you grip the counter for dear life. At this point, you couldn’t refrain from panting and moaning. He made it nearly impossible for you to keep quiet. Leaning your head back on his chest as you cum again, breathing against his skin. The senseless contact that you made with him, made him groan noisily. You snickered in the slightest, noticing how touch starved he is. Attempting to move a little in his grip but your feet were barely touching the ground, he was genuinely holding you up. Leaning you both over, he slams into you and you exhale, winded. His stroke knocking the little air out of your lungs.

He scrunches up your shirt, holding onto it as he continues to fuck the shit out of you. He grumbles in your ear, growing accustom to how you squeeze around him. Feeling him twitch inside you, you hope that he’ll pull out. You’d rather not be knocked up by a man that trapped you in his home. Moving your hips against him, your moans get louder as you rub your clit. Having one more climax in you. “fuck…no more.” You plead, sighing as he shoves himself on that spot. Pulling out of you and a wave of relief washes over you. A little too soon, as he lifts up, pushing your shirt up and his hot fluids fall along your spine. You didn’t realize you were holding in a breath as you collapsed. Gripping on the counter to stabilize yourself, you glared at him. Putting on his pants, he looks at your shirt sticking to your back then your eyes. The heat of the sex, made it so you didn’t notice that he was naked, totally skin to skin with you. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.” His words triggering your tears. Resting your head on the counter as you sob into your hands. You felt so brittle, weak and used. At least now he might cast you aside and put you out your misery.

“You’re making me want to fuck you again.” He walks over to you, caressing your butt. You jump, squatting his hand away. “Now you want to act scared.” He grabs his shirt from off the floor. You watch his moves carefully and he smirks. “I’m not done with you yet.” He speaks to you in a hushed tone, his hand dusting over your shoulder. Sniffling as he walks away from you. He makes you so much more anxious then he ever did. Now, you anticipated when he would try to have sex with you again. Even when he wasn’t home. The next few weeks was hell on earth. He stuck you in his room to sleep while he was gone. Locking all the doors as per usual, not like you could go anywhere. Being bed written because of how shaky your legs were and when you were able to walk around, you were bored out of your mind. Doing the same routine day in and day out. Your body betraying you some nights as it longed for him. You cursed yourself for the mere fact you were horny for that man.

After six weeks of being away, he came home and to your dismay, still made you sleep in his room. You sat in the living room chair closest to the window, watching the grass grow. Not knowing how to pass the time that feels so endless. He calls your name, angrily in fact. As hurriedly as you can, you go to the bedroom. Standing by the door and walking in slowly, you see him sitting on the bed. Silent as he’ll ever be. You dared not say a word as anything could trigger an outrageous reaction. Lifting up from the bed, he circles around you like a predator would prey. Closing the door in the process. Your lip quivers, eyes glistening as the thoughts of what he’ll do to you enters your brain. “I didn’t touch you yet and you’re all ready to cry.” Fighting to keep your tears from falling, you watch his every move. Feeling him stop behind you, his chest directly against your back. You don’t know what’s going to happen. In your peripheral vision, he leans down and you close your eyes. Two tears falling to your chest and your breath hitching. He kissed you, on your jawline, trailing down to your neck and collar bone. Your tense shoulders slouch, hoping this is all he’ll do with you.

“Close the curtains.” He says. Doing a double take to his words, you make a steady pace to the window. Looking out to the gloomy scenery and drawing the blinds. Making the room darker but light still seeping in. Forcing you against the wall, he pulls down your underwear from underneath your skirt and traces his dick along your slit. Both your hands on the wall as you brace yourself, you realize something. “Not dry.” You plead and repeat. “please not dry.” His silence always scares you. Neglecting your words as he pushes into your pussy dry. You cry out in pain. “no please no.” You wail. He rolls up the skirt and grips on it to fuck you. His hips touching your ass with every stroke he makes. “it hurts!” You put your hand against his chest to stop him. Turning to him full on balling, you look in his eyes. “please, it hurts. so bad.” You shake your head, speaking to him through the tears. He pulls out and you smile in relief.

“I love it when you cry.” He says, examining your face from afar. “When you beg.” His finger glides along your jawline. “Open.” He demands, shoving his fingers down your throat. Making you gag, your saliva piling up on his fingers. Taking them out your mouth, you watch as he rubs your spit all over his cock. “please, not again.” You turn your head to him and plead. He watches as your tears stream down your face. “I would’ve thought you’d be wet already, with the amount of times you masturbated while I was gone.” He turns you around fully and kisses the tears on your cheeks. Your jaw drops. How did he know? “please, I don’t want to.” You sob as he takes off your shirt. He kisses your neck, his hair tickling your chin. Lifting your leg up, he pushes himself inside you. “it wasn’t the same, hm?” He repeats your hushed words to you as he stops kissing your neck to look at you. His hand gripping onto your thigh, giving you more support. His pace starting slow. You huff. “Answer.” He slaps you on the ass and you yelp. “it was.” His smug look deteriorates. Shaking his head to your response, he takes you by the throat. With no regard of your air consumption and speeds up his pace. Slamming into you over and over again.

Whining at different pitches, you hold his shoulder as you feel your grounded leg being lifted up. Taking his hand off your throat and putting your back against the wall, he holds both your legs by his waist. Never stopping. Having no choice but to look him in the eyes, you zone out. Folding your arms around his neck, you moan as he takes you off the wall and holds you chest to chest. Pounding your pussy and stretching you out. Breathing heavily, you hit him on the back. “Put me down!” You exclaim between gasps. He ignores you and slaps you on the ass for being outspoken. Making you whimper and your skin sting. “You like this.” He says to you and you try to ignore it, shaking your head viciously. “I’ll give you one more chance to answer correctly.” He says, letting you figure out the question yourself. With moments of hesitation, you answer him. “it wasn’t the same.” Surprisingly with the truth. You swallow anxiously at his silence, because you know its never anything good.

Gazing at him as he stopped. “are…are we done?” You ask skeptically, if this is all it took for him to stop then you would’ve done it sooner. He sat and laid back on the bed, his feet firmly planted on the ground. Laying on his clothed chest, he let go of you. Sitting up, you look down to him. Slowly you lift yourself off of him, kneeling to get off the bed and with quickness he grabs your wrist. “please…” You tug at your wrist. “Since, it wasn’t the same. I want you to…” He pauses at your sudden array of tears. Your soft sobs and breaths the only noise in the room. “Calm down. Relax, I’m not going to hurt you.” He exclaims, his tone matching the circumstance. “Stop crying.” He says sitting up and you try your best to wipe away the tears. “I want you to show me.” As he let go of your wrist it flops by your side. You understand what he’s saying but you don’t want to do it. “August. why? you had no problem doing it before.” You push your body up to his, your hands resting on the neckline of his shirt. He shakes his head as he looks at you. “Either you pleasure yourself on my cock or I’ll use you and I promise I won’t be gentle.” He smirks smugly. Exhaling heavily, you hide your head in your hands. Tears falling through your fingers, your chest heaving up and down. You needed to shed a few tears to accept the situation.

“what…do I do?” You wipe the wet stains with the back of your hand. “Well, for starters, sit.” He demands, moving a braid behind your ear and lying back down. Sliding the skirt off your body you position yourself in his lap. Taking your time to insert him in again. A moan moving past your lips. He stares at your fully naked body as you bounce on his cock. “Thats it.” He hums, his hands resting on your thighs. As you looked into his eyes, you saw tenderness. Something odd, like he’s been craving this moment. You shrieked, your climax biting at you. The eye contact made you feel soft but you looked away, the feeling overwhelming you. Leaning forward with your hands on his chest, you look at the wall and try to keep your hips moving. Seeing your struggle, he puts his hands on your hips and moves them in a rocking motion. “Get up.” You stop, taking a moment before getting up and sitting next to him.

“What’s it going to take for you to stop acting like you don’t want to be fucked.” Curling your legs to your chest, you rest your chin on your knees. “I’m not acting.” You say a straight-faced lie. “If you lie to me one more time, I’ll overstimulate you to the point of tears.” He sits up, looking down to you and you feel smaller. “You get so wet and needy for me. Stop lying to yourself.” Your heart beats out of your chest with his threat of a good time. “August…” You breath out as his hands move up and between your legs. The way he spoke, the fear he placed inside you made you feel hot. Its unsure if its the urge to cum talking or your normal urges. Opening your legs, he automatically laid you down. Eyelids growing heavy as you watch him lower his lips to your clit. A simple kiss sent electricity surging through your body. Licking a line up your slit as a tease, he goes down on you fully. Slipping his tongue inside you and swirling it in devious ways. “mm, fuck.” He knows what he’s doing, he has to in order for it to be this good. Your knuckles whitening from the grip you have on the sheets. He watches as you unravel and he revels in it. Feeling your hips jerk into his mouth, clearly begging for more.

He keeps his slow pace regardless. Seeing as you suffered enough, he sticks two fingers in and it sends you over the edge in seconds. Swallowing all your wetness, he licks you clean. As he sits up over you and his mustache glistens. You moaned as he licked his upper lip. Reaching up, you rub his hair. Its soft nature welcomed you with open arms, rubbing his scalp and attempting to push back the hair thats fallen out of place. No other words needed to be exchanged as he leaned down and kissed you. Hungrily intertwining his tongue with yours. Inevitably tasting yourself. Your arm hooks around his neck and his hand grabs your waist. Leaving no space between you, unlike before. Slithering his dick inside you, you hum into the kiss. Squeezing on him. Breaking the kiss, a string of curses leaves his mouth and you take a much needed breath. “wait..” You put your hands on his chest, hesitantly he stops but still staying inside you. “You won’t hurt me?” You asked him this question in a context that only he would understand. If I love you, you won’t hurt me? He takes a breath, leaning down again. “I won’t…I won’t hurt you.” He kissed your neck sweetly.

Moving his hips into you gently, probably for the first time. “please, don’t hurt me.” You moan and say lowly. You’re taking his word for once, you finally give in. He finally has you for good. No more fighting, no more denying, just loving each other. And all he had to do was eat you out.

You little slut.

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summary - your married to august walker, and he finally comes home and greets you and your kids.

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[holylulusworld]

Walkered (2): Revelation

Summary: You’re getting on his nerves. Right?

Pairing: August Walker x fem!Reader

Warnings: sub/dom, implied mentions of subspace, light spanking, groping, possessive August, pet names, sir kink, tension, teasing, pre-smut, dirty talk

Catch up here: Walkered (1): Frustration

Walkered masterlist

The underground garage seems to be miles away when you slowly make your way toward your destination. Or is it fate? 

You always had this odd feeling close to Walker. He made you feel uneasy but aroused you at the same time. He’s breathing dominance and you were naturally drawn to him.

Until he spoke it out loud, you didn’t have a word to describe what you wanted from him. Walker is what you have been craving for years.

Most of the guys you had sex with tried to show off dominance but were weaklings or inexperienced in the end.

No one was able to fulfill your wish to give up control. You didn’t trust these men to not use their power over you against you or to ignore your needs.

Walker seems to be different. He’s a calculated risk. A professional with perfect impulse control. August won’t lose control and hurt you or go too far. You just know it.

“There you are, princess,” Walker walks toward you, eyes trained on your face as you clutch your bag to your chest. “I made sure that you got the rest of the week off.” He casually declares. “I don’t want you to hobble to work after I’m done with you.”

That fucker grins like the devil while you shrink into yourself. Damn him, he turned you into a puddle of insecurities and want.

“Speak your mind as long as you can,” he cups your face with one big hand and tilts it to force you to hold his gaze. “I expect you to thank me for being so thoughtful, princess.”

“Thank you,” you knit your brows together. “Sir.” You try.

“Hmm…I like it when you call me Sir, princess.” His face is only inches from yours when he looks at you. You’re not sure what he’s up to. Does he want to kiss, or taunt you? You never know when it came to August Walker. “We will talk about a few things on our way to my home. But first things first. You’ll tell me where you live, and we will grab a few things.”

“What?” You swallow thickly when a deep guttural growl escapes his throat. “Uh-yes Sir.”

“I won’t accept any lapse from now on, princess,” he whispers in your ear. “I know having someone to take care of you is new to you, but you’ll follow my orders without questioning me from now on. Got it?” 

He quirks a brow. “Yes…Sir,” you shudder and press your thighs together. “I just don’t know why you want me to grab some things…”

“Well, you are mine from now on,” he presses a searing kiss to your lips, taking your breath away. “I want you to grab everything you will need for the next few days. We will get the rest later.”

“I-“ You blink, dumbfounded. Did he just tell you that he wants you to move into his home? No…this is impossible. August Walker is not the man settling down. 

“No overthinking things, Y/N,” he sternly says. “You agreed to become mine by following my first order. You could’ve said no or stayed away. So, what will it be?” 

August steps away stealing his warmth and safety. He’s surveilling your wrecked state with pride as you stand on wobbling legs, and whimper at the loss of his closeness.

“I…” You don’t know what to do. He’s all you ever wanted in a man to fulfill your desires and kinks. But does that mean you want to submit to him completely and let him rule your life?

“Princess, it’s easy,” he steps closer again to hold out his hand. “You will submit to me in any way, and I’ll give you what you need and protect you from this world. I promise to not hurt you.” He smirks when you whimper. “Unless you want me to make it hurt…”

“Can we talk about the rules first?” you take his offered hand and bask in his attention. Walker wraps his arms around you to nuzzle his face in your hair. “I never had a real dom…”

“I know, princess,” August murmurs soft words. “I’ll go easy on you during our first session.” He taunts you with a deep chuckle. August grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing hard. You squirm and whimper, already on the edge. “Or not. You seem to be a needy little thing.”

“I’m not needy,” you whine.

“Rule number one,” he slaps your ass hard. “You never lie to me. NEVER! What will it be? Are you going to tell me the truth or do you want your first spanking right here for everyone to see?”

“I’m…needy…” You try.

“You can do better,” he grunts and slaps your ass again, with a little less force. “NOW!”

“I’m needy for you, Sir.”

“Again,” he pats your ass. 

“I’m a needy slut for you, Sir. I need your cock so bad and for you to take control,” you gasp at your admission. 

“Perfect,” he hums while rubbing the pain out of your ass. “See, that wasn’t too hard. Was it?”

“No, Sir,” you murmur and hide your face in his chest to calm down. 

“Good.” He kisses your hair. “I’m proud of you. That was the first step on the road to submission. We will get you where we both want you to be soon.”

He allows you to nuzzle your face in his chest for a moment and pats your head. 

August can’t believe his luck. Within a day he turned the annoying thorn in his side into a sweet submissive princess. His princess. And he’ll be damned if anyone gets the chance to take you away from him. 

“Here it is,” you whisper and point at the building. “My apartment is A5.”

“I don’t like the neighborhood, princess,” August says while unbuckling his seat belt. “You’ll come with me. I won’t leave you alone in this area.”

“It’s a friendly neighborhood,” you argue. “My neighbors are nice.”

“Yeah, because they want a taste of my princess. I bet all of them are lusting over you.” August gets out of the car to open the door to the passenger seat for you. He holds out his hand and helps you get out of the car.

You don’t argue. August seems to be adamant about his opinion, and you don’t want to get your ass slapped in front of your neighbors.

He possessively slings one strong arm around your shoulders and guides you toward the building.

“You’ll need clothes and toiletries for the rest of the week. If you have a favorite plushie,” he pecks your ear and smirks, “grab it too. I want to watch you ride it like you always do.”

Swallowing thickly, you try to find your voice but fail. How can he know you love to ride your plushie or a pillow? 

“Oh and leave your toys at home. I got all the nice toys to use on my princess,” he kisses your temple. “I can’t wait to watch you squirm and moan for me.”

“This one, and the red one,” August thumbs through your underwear. “Only the cute and naughty ones for the next days.” He dips his head to watch you sit on your bed, your favorite plushie clutched to your chest. “No pouting. If you are a bad girl, you’ll run around naked.”

“Why are you so different now?” You cock your head. “Not hours ago, you yelled at me.”

“Aw, my sweet princess,” he throws the panties into one of the suitcases he placed on the bed and crouches down in front of you. 

August moves one hand up your leg, slowly creeping between your slightly parted legs. “I didn’t know you could be so sweet for me. Now that I know, I’ll always be nice to you.”

He smirks darkly, making you shudder. His fingertips reach your soaked panties to toy with you some more. “This sweet pussy is mine from now on. You are mine.”

“You said something about rules,” you breathlessly moan and spread your legs wider when he quirks a brow. “I-I don’t know if this will work out. We barely know each other and…”

“Stop thinking,” he grunts while running his index finger up and down your panties. “Just give up control and let me have you in any way. You won’t regret it.”

“I-for now,” you lick your lips and watch August get a knife out to cut your panties open. “If I don’t want this, I’ll just go.”

“Of course, princess,” he murmurs while burying his face between your legs. He sniffs at your pussy, humming as your fingers itch to tug at his hair. 

August doesn’t touch you; he only inhales the scent of your cunt to expand the anticipation. He cannot wait to sink his massive cock into you, and make you scream his name.

“After I’m done with you for the first time, you will never think of leaving me again princess...” 

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[fallenangelkitten]

Domestic Daddy

Synopsis: Daddy August is finally back in town and wants nothing more than to spoil you.

Warnings: SoftDom!August, Sub!Reader, more fluff than smut… but still smutty, daddy kink

Note: I used to be fallenangelbb here on the Henry Cavill side of tumblr but deleted my account and have regretted it ever since. So here I am reposting my work :)

I watched as hips swayed along to some new song he couldn’t seem to get enough of. August’s arm slightly flexed each time he stirred the contents in the pot around. As he turned his head to flash me a smile, a honeyed curl fell to graze his forehead.

I’m sure I was drooling.

How could I not be?

I hopped down from the counter and padded over to him by the stove. I brought my hand to his rear and gently squeezed, earning a grunt in protest. But there was no masking the smile on his face- that dimple in August’s cheek that only seemed to come out for me.

I toyed with the strings of his favorite ‘Kiss the Chef’ apron and planted one to the side of his arm. I remember giggling the first time I saw this seemingly stoic, all too serious man in the attire. He had surprised me by cooking me dinner for the first time; I was honestly more shocked by him knowing how to wield the utensils more than anything. He had scowled at the amusement plastered across my face and took the opportunity to take me over his dining table.

My thighs involuntary squeezing together at the memory.

I let the sweet aroma of garlic and tomatoes distract me from my thoughts. It wasn’t often that the two of us had an evening together; he was often working late or out of town on a trip he couldn’t give me the details on. But he always insisted on spoiling me in the moments he could.

“Darling,” August warned before abruptly scooping me into his arms, making me squeal and giggle into his warm neck. He carried me back to the counter across his kitchen, leaving the stove behind us.

He sat me onto the cool granite and planted a kiss on my forehead. “I thought I told you to stay over here, hmm?” His thumb stroked my cheek. “I’d hate for my kitten to get burned. Sauce tends to splatter.”

He stood between my legs, and I couldn’t help but spread them wider for him. “I’m sorry. I just can’t stand being so far from you,” I whined, scooting closer to the edge to press my body against his. I could feel the heat building in my core as my cunt brushed against him.

He chucked and pushed a fallen piece of hair behind my ear. His thumb brushed against my lip. “Stay here for daddy, okay?”

I nodded as he bent down to lay a soft kiss against my lips. By the time August had made it back to the stove, it seemed the sauce was done. He shut the burner off and gave it a final stir before pouring it over the pasta. His movements were graceful and precise- always calculated.

He spooned two bowls full and set them on the table before making his way back to me. As he helped me down from the high counter and into my seat, his lips brushed against my ear, the hairs of his mustache rubbing against it as he spoke.

“I’m wondering just how wet you are for me. If your stomach is wound tight with desire. You think I haven’t noticed? Please, kitten… correct me if I’m wrong.”

Though, he knew he wasn’t. The smirk plastered to his face when he made his way to his own seat said enough. I swallowed.

“You know you’re not.”

He only arched a brow.

“Please, August,” I begged.

He motioned to the dinner he had taken the time to prepare for me, his smug gaze never leaving mine. “Eat, darling.”

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August couldn’t believe that you were really bratting like in front of everyone. But your tears were going to be sweet later when he turned your ass nice and hot.

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