#youre just going to feed luthers daddy issues

[in-tua-deep]

tua s1 rewatch with my roommate

episode one (I forgot for the first episode oops):

I have been treated to pictures of a lovely cosplay of Klaus who won a cosplay contest my roommate was in !!

Klaus putting his arm in front of Five during the funeral fight is good shit

“I have heard like nothing about Vanya” “yeah that’s pretty much how she’s treated in show as well”

“I can see why he’s the fandom favorite” - about Klaus

“Istanbul is in the firST EPISODE?”

I forGOT about the “rapists can climb” line when he breaks into Vanya’s apartment omg but also like,, his dumb arm wound

Episode two:

HERR CARLSON

Aww baby fives first time travel his little smile. Baby. Baby boy. And the dawning horror in the apocalypse baby nO

Five: you got anything stronger

Also five: takes one sip and then fills up more, takes another sip, and then immediately puts it down ?????

The motel dude for hazel and cha cha just looks at them like “yeah these are serial killers” and just rolls with it

Also actually why tf doesn’t the commission spring for better stuff?? Why would they cut costs?? They time travel? They could game the stock market so hard ?????? Give the assassins their own rooms omg

Also why didn’t five like. Crush his tracker. Why did he just leave it whole and intact outside of the Griddys.

Forgot how much I love Agnes

(Oh man it is storming bad here it just BOOMED)

Also idk if Diego actually deserved that taser hmmmmm but also like,, communication lads five was literally right there killing people and Diego is like “hmm something is up here” like. Yeah Diego ur big brother “I can get my sibling in trouble for something” senses are tingling

Wow I really did repress all these Allison and Luther scenes huh. Also it’s still super cute that Allison read Claire moon books

Allison: dads heart gave out, which wasn’t how I was expecting to find out dad had a heart but it tracks

“SHUT YOUR PIEHOLE BEN... said with love 😘”

Did five actually sleep at Vanyas?? The sofa looks undisturbed but he had to wait for work hours to interrogate the meritech people,, five,, please sleep. The whole “IF YOU CALL ME YOUNG MAN ONE MORE TIME” interaction makes more sense with five on. Zero sleep.

I didn’t remember that Patch straight up knows about the umbrella academy oops. Like she clocks Diego as overcompensating for his childhood. Queen

Is that an umbrella adademy Diego cross stitch on Diego’s wall?? Did he buy that? Make it?? Did grace make it?

Vanya, walking into the academy: five??? five? pspspspspsps

Also like. Who was Vanyas therapist??? Clearly they did not help her

Aww the tow truck driver :(

I know the show wants me to dislike Patrick I KNOW,, and I think her fathers funeral is extenuating circumstance?? But still Patrick is valid for not giving an inch regarding his ex who mind controlled his child. Vanya didn’t really deserve Allison snapping at her but like. She had some good points. Allison arguably would have had to deal with vanyas book more than anyone else

Five smiling proudly at Klaus’s drama at meritech bless but also KLAUS DONT BREAK GLASS ON YOURSELF

Me, spotting Leonard: BASTARD

Love how everyone greets Diego in the gym and don’t question all his knives or anything like “yeah that’s Diego he lives here and loves knives :)”

Why could Leonard have not been like. A normal ass guy. Vanya needs friends who sympathize with her holy shit get this person some socialization

Pogo really did have to lead these kids by hand to the recording rooms because literally no one was super invested in reginalds ~murder mystery~

ahafahJAGSJWGAI MY ROOMMATE JUST SAID POGO IS THE BEST CHARACTER SO FAR,,,, I will probably never include pogo in my fics because I do Not Care About Him lmaoooo

Aww five does to see Dolores and being like “it’s been a rough couple of days :(“,,,,, baby,,,, but also tag yourself I’m hazel going “elastic wrist splint yesssssss”

Five I am begging you PLEASE get some sleep

OH FIVE SHAKING DIEGO IN THE APOCALYPSE TO TRY AND WAKE HIM UP OHHHHH OH :(

Episode 3:

my roommate is super faceblind which is an issue bc she identifies people mainly by hairstyle so seeing the s2 stuff on tumblr is tripping her over bc she keeps seeing diego and going ??? who is that again? bc she’s seen his longer hair

okay there is no way that the eggs that grace put in that pan are the ones that ended up on the smiley face breakfast plate,,, but also grace that whole scene was a mood honestly i would be like “okay maybe mom killed dad BUT he deserved it sooooo”

“what the FUCK” - my roommate about cha-cha’s shitty wound care where she holds a curling iron against her arm

i didn’t remember that five got shOT AT THE DEPARTMENT STORE did i just erase that from my memory?? i mean yeah it’s a graze but he stitches it up and then slaps a bandaid on it so he has a wound that needed stitches on his shoulder for the entire show ??????? is he okay???? that would make moving your arm,,, painful,,,,,

a bandaid just slapped over it i’m actively yelling

“Sometimes when I see a million gifs of a show before I watch I get really surprised when they talk but he is exactly what I expected” - my roommate, about five

“I noticed they’ve only really showed diego in really badly lit scenes so far” - my roommate defending her lack of ability to recognize diego

i’m still laughing about pogo literally having to point out the murder tapes and now allison and luther are investigating and just. allison is lowkey defending grace and i’m laughing

“why is he saying woodwork is embarrassing that’s like one of the most middle of the wood hobbies to have. you’re respectable to grandpas who used to carve wooden ducks AND twenty-year-olds who can’t make anything to save their lives” - my roommate on leonard peabody

“i think he’s already crossing some lines he’s met this lady ONCE” - roommate on leonard/vanya

five having flashbacks in the car :(

did allison and luther draw straws for who went to fetch which sibling?? allison was like “dibs on vanya” and luther was just like “aww :(”

five luther and klaus in the van - BOYS NIGHT BOYS NIGHT let’s go pick up diego

“the coat he’s wearing does have a nice swish to it” - roommate about klaus’s coat

luther being like “you’re just as messed up as the rest of us and we’re all you have” like luther,,, baby,,,,, you literally ARE all he has,,,,,, his family is the only thing he’s really cared about since he was thirteen and maybe before then :(

“I can’t tell if those are supposed to be cake or yeast donuts... i think extruded donuts are cake donuts but she said she lets them rise so maybe they’re yeast?” - my roommate focusing on all the things that i do not

sometimes i forget that hazel and cha-cha pretended to be private detectives trying to find a lost child in a potentially dangerous situation,,, five would be disgusted

“she shouldn’t get a vote” “i was gonna say i agree with you” “she should get a vote!!” this is peak sibling energy honestly i think i’ve had that exact interaction with my siblings voting for a movie or something

“hashtag android rights” 

“I want to be the tailor who gets a call one day that says ‘i want you to make clothes for a chimpanzee”

is it telling that only luther in the flashback didn’t really talk to grace at all,, i mean five didn’t either but i think he was gone by that point in the flashback ???? 

wait diego tells grace that she worked for him for thirty years,,, the kids are 29 and later it’s implied she was built bc vanya kept killing nannies when they were like four but maybe s2 clarifies that some more?? or diego just is rounding up

“that’s an interesting fabric to her skirt” - my roommate about grace’s outfit

forgot that hazel and cha cha broke the door to the manor busting in,, do they ever fix that?? we’re only at episode three do they spend the rest of the season with their door open to anyone on the streets

okay that bathtub is WAY too small to allow for klaus to be moving his elbows about like that underwater smh

“how is HE useful on mission??” my roommate about klaus

where is the SECURITY SYSTEM??? luther LITERALLY said that reggie was more paranoid and yet some assassin can just bust down the door and have unrestricted access????? he built a whole ROBOT but no security system????????

“maybe it was like,, practice for the kids? someone breaks in and they take care of it? wait no that doesn’t explain the thirteen years they’ve been gone?”

“why WAS he on the moon?” - about luther

“I want to see what she’s embroidering!!” about grace during the gunfight in the living room she’s absolutely ignoring diego getting shot at

what is a rope-a-dope,,,, diego yells “EVER HEARD OF A ROPE-A-DOPE???” at luther but like. no i haven’t. what does that MEAN diego

aww i forgot they played sinnerman, love that song

“what are you doing dude, rumor has it you’re not shooting at me that’s all you need to do” i mean. the roommate is not wrong. allison could just end the fight with a yell. i understand she’s pissed off and has rumor trauma but like cha cha is actively trying to murder them

how is luther not winning he literally has super strength. does hazel have super strength? just punch the man and knock him out jesus y’all suck at this smh

why is there such intense music we all been knew about luther’s strength - oH HIS BODY

forgot about that

is it allison’s fault that klaus got kidnapped because she didn’t literally just rumor them to give up?? like she literally has that power. she could have been like “i heard a rumor you left and forgot about us” it didn’t even need to be violent?? i understand she has rumor trauma but this i feel is allowable circumstances

diego showing his worry about vanya by getting angry which honestly i think all the siblings do that rip none of these idiots have even heard of healthy communication in their LIVES

you know,, i don’t think vanya can drive. she takes the bus. she took a taxi to leonard’s house. we see her walking a lot. does she know how to drive?? i imagine that the umbrella academy were taught bc of mission related stuff but,,, vanya wasn’t?? that’s just depressing tbh

#tua rewatch #i cannot beliEVE she likes pogo so much #pogo was complicit in the hargreeves abuse no i wont change my mind #i would be more likely to forgive him if he didnt keep mentioning how much reginald loved them #pogo fam dont say that #youre just going to feed luthers daddy issues #more to come #i cannot BELIEVE i forgot five got shot/grazed in the arm by a bullet #he slaps a BANDAID OVER IT #right after i said five is better at woundcare than cha cha with the curling iron #he just #slaps a bandaid on it #not even a big bandaid #that motherfucker

[quietmyfearswith]

trip of my life ; kinktober day 3 ; mob!august walker x fem!reader

status — completed one shot

word count —  4,878 words

kink - car sex

warnings — DARK FIC WITH SMUT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE, sugardaddy, smut, unprotected penetrative sex, mean!daddy!august, stalker!august, hacking into someone’s cctv and watching the live feed, mentions of beating someone up, car sex, possessive!august, mentions of illegal activities (like drug/weapons trafficking), that’s all i think??

pairing — sugardaddy!ceo!soft!dark!andy barber x fem!reader

a/n — MINORS (UNDER 18) DO NOT INTERACT

tagging — @la-cey​ @melancholyy-hill​ @pedropcl​ @beck07990​ @simpingbutch​ @doozywoozy​ @kebabgirl67​ @sohosteve @pettyjayy​

masterlist | series masterlist | kinktober masterlist

“Solomon, go down to the bar on 6th Avenue — I’m gonna go check if Robert finally came around to accept my offer,” August barked out to his long-time driver who nodded and began to change his route.

One of the many reasons as to why August wanted the Golden Gopher was for it’s perfect location — just a few minutes from the major freeways and the neighbourhood near it was his target consumers. The spacious basement it contained was just the area he was looking for to host some of the underground activities he would be hosting.

“We’re here, boss.” At Solomon’s declaration, he nodded while he buttoned the suit he was wearing and made his way out of the car. Upon stepping foot by the entryway of the rustic-themed bar, the man dubbed the Hammer could smell the overwhelming scent of cigarettes mixed with liquor. Approaching the bouncer, he eyed him down before huskily telling him, “Show me your idiot of an owner.”

The wrestler-like bouncer rose both eyebrows at him before turning around and relaying the message that August Walker was here through his two-way radio; after getting a message from the higher ups, he turned to face the well-known mob boss, “Hunt’s in his office,” Luther crossed his arms as he watched the man enter the bar.

As he trudged his way up the stairs, confidence was obvious with the way he had his back straight and a smug smirk; three raps into the glass portion of the door and the ambitious owner of the bar huskily welcomed August, “For someone who’s so powerful, you sure are hellbent on getting this bar.”

Wordlessly, August entered the office and sat down on the cheap leather couch Hunt had, “And for someone who claims to be a businessman, you sure are not thinking straight, Hunt.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not interested in selling this place? I worked my ass off to get this up and running?”

“And with the money I’m willing to give you, you can open five more,” August reminded him. Money was never an issue to him; since he was born into an affluent family, he never had to get his hands dirty — not counting blood as dirt — in order to earn money. But that didn’t mean he was one of those trust fund pricks who would spend money on things without thinking of how to maintain their wealth, status, and title for the long term.

“Why are you even so hellbent on this establishment anyway? Don’t you have a plethora of options?”

“Easy access to this site since your less than ten minutes away from three major highways, you have plenty of storage area — and I’m not just talking about your basement —, I surveyed my customers and majority of them has stated that the location is just right, while I personally like the whole,” August twirled a finger in a circular motion to refer to the way the interior and exterior of the bar has been styled, “Exposed brick decor you’ve got going around.”

“I don’t know, August,” Hunt crosses his arms and slumps into his leather chair, “I just can’t seem to let this bar go.” His eyes showed how much the establishment meant to him and August pointed it out, “Seems like you have a soft spot for this huh. I wonder if you can push aside sentimental value for an additional $100,000 to my original offer.”

“You’d pay $500,000 for this bar? How rich are you, really?” Hunt exclaimed in shock, August simply shrugs his shoulders as he decided to not answer both his questions; instead he opted to part him with a simple, “Just let me know when you decided to accept it; but don’t take too long or else my offer will go down.”

Despite having not been granted the sweet yes he was yearning for, August walked out of the office feeling confident that Hunt will sooner or later come around and agree with his terms — for who could ever turn down that much money to start another business venture?

Before heading back to his car, August decided to visit the bar’s main lounge and silently draw up plans for what the future layout would be once he acquired the place. The chairs and booths would have to go since they were all worn out — granted the aesthetic of the premise is rustic and homey.

Heading for the bar, he frowned upon seeing how crowded the bar area was — he suddenly had a thirst for a drink but was not really in the mood for waiting in lines.

“Oy! I’ve been waiting for at least five minutes now and you haven’t given me my order yet!” A man snapped his fingers as he tried to capture the female bartender’s attention.

“I’m making yours already,” She said as she lifted the cocktail mixer and hastily poured it on the glass. “Too bad a pretty face can’t help a dumb girl like her make all the drinks huh?” He snickers towards the other patrons who were waiting by the bar for their drinks.

“Here you go, sir; I’m sorry for the wait,” She meekly handed to the man, head low since her confidence slightly deflated after hearing the insult he spewed out while the other guests agreed with him.

“Fucking finally,” The man grabebd the try of drinks and rolled his eyes. August watched the whole thing unfold and his blood was boiling. He cast one last glance on the pretty woman before chasing over the rude man.

“Ow what the hell, man?” August gripped his shoulders tightly, making the rude man spill the drinks all over the tray and his shirt, as he dragged him off to the back entrance of the bar, “You owe me a lot of drinks, pal!”

“Let’s see if you can still drink after what I’ll do to you,” August roughly shoved his back against the brick wall, “What you said and did earlier is no way to treat a lady.” The man simply shrugs his shoulder, “A lady does what a man tells her to do, and does it quickly.”

August saw red and immediately connected his fist to the man’s face, instantly knocking him out as his head also hit the wall on the recoil. Letting go of his surprisingly frail body and letting it slump down on the ground.

Reaching down for his phone, he called for Solomon, “I need you here at the back entrance. There’s something I need you to clean up for me. Do it quickly and then we’re off to my penthouse.”

After ending the call, August returned to the bar and shot a picture of the bartender; once he got a decent portrait of her taken he swiftly exited the building and entered his car where Solomon is wiping off his knuckles as he waited for his boss, “All ready, sir?”

“Let’s go now, Solomon,” He then looks back on the picture he took of the bartender and smiles wickedly, “Time to get to know you better, honey.”

*

“Fucking finally,” Y/N moaned out after her shift ended. Hunt helped her stack up the chairs on the table so as to not cause the mopped floors to create a muddy mess, “I’ll have your salary sent directly into your bank account.”

“Thanks Ethan,” She quickly put on her backpack and raised her secondhand textbooks and sarcastically bid goodbye, “Now I have a long-awaited date with my books.”

Luckily, she didn’t have any class today but the day after, Wednesday, she had three midterm exams along with having to finalize two essays that were already long overdue since she had to beg for an extension since she had just been attending shift after shift at the bar. “Come on now, don’t act up now,” She muttered repeatedly as she twisted the key in the ignition, the stuttering sound remaining as her least favorite sound — yet something she frequently heard, unfortunately —, “Oh thank God, yes,” She cheered happily when it started without any hassle.

As she was driving her car down to her ratty apartment, she was already making a list of the expenses she would have to fit in her salary; it’s not like Hunt didn’t pay her well, he did, but there were a lot of payments she had to fill out — like car insurance, future car payments, rent, groceries, tuition, textbooks, groceries, and a whole lot more.

Once she entered her apartment, her back slid down against the wooden door with a long, exasperated exhale. “Just a few more months before graduation,” She silently cheered herself on as she slumped down on her fusty couch and immediately fished her phone out of her pink backpack and checked her bank account through the app.

“What?” Her earlier droopy eyes were now wide eyes as she stared at the amount of money that was in her savings account, “How on Earth do I have half a million dollars in my account?”

Her fingers tapped on the history of her card’s transactions; she was so damn used with the  color red which indicates she has spent money that seeing the color green — let alone one that indicated she obtained an insane amount of money was terrifying just as much as it was satisfying.

There was a note left by the person, who seemingly had authority to approve the money to go into her account, which read, “Hello, precious. It seems as if you have been struggling for quite a while, no? Luckily for you, your guardian angel has finally arrived. To some I may be a heartless demon, but for you I will be the most virtuous man alive. See you soon, precious.”

As ominous as the message was, it radiated a certain sense of comfort to her. Deciding not to question it, she decided to instead not touch the money and instead only spend the $2500 Hunt had paid her with.

*

“Seems like my precious resisted the gift I gave her,” August voiced out his observation as he was looking on his phone, monitoring her bank transactions in which she limited herself to spending only what Hunt had paid her.

“Boss, the snitch is in the basement waiting for you,” Solomon reminded him of his remaining appointment for the day; sliding his phone on the back pocket of his dress pants, he then made a mental note to tend to her next need.

“And the equipment I asked for is ready?”

“They have been sharpened and polished, sir,” Solomon then opened the door leading to the dimly lit room where the person who was caught embezzling was currently tied up and waiting the cruel punishment August will hand them. And with a wicked smile, August happily went down the flight of stairs as he craved a release to the stress he has been carrying for a long time.

*

“Seems like you have a guardian angel then,” Hunt replied after downing in one gulp the drink his best bartender had prepared.  Scoffing, Y/N threw her face towel over shoulder as she placed her hands on her hips, “As generous as this guardian angel seems, Lucifer was good too before he was bad.”

Sliding the empty glass to her, Hunt stood up from the elevated stool, “Well if this Lucifer of yours disturbs you, just let me or Luther know and we’ll handle them for you.”

“Aw, is this because I was employee of the month last and this month?”

Shaking his head just before he heads back into his office, Hunt playfully smirks at her, “God no, if it weren’t for you our customers wouldn’t be coming in.”

Once her boss left her presence, Y/N didn’t have time to ponder more on who her Lucifer was as she was swamped with customers who were ordering their liquor as if their life depended on it.

“Oh you poor thing,” August hummed lowly as he watched the camera footage of the bar, watching how she was running around as she strived to give everyone their orders; he rolled his eyes when his gaze shifted from his computer screen to the mountain of paperwork that was awaiting his signal, “Looks like I need to save you, my precious.”

Ignoring the pile of work that was calling for his attention,  he put on his brown suit jacket and was already hollering orders at Solomon to once again go to the bar on 6th Avenue.

“Are you alright to close up? Julia will kick my ass once again if she wakes up and I’m still not at home,” Hunt asked of her, causing the bartender to look at the clock that was hanging on the brick walls, eyes widening upon seeing that it was getting close to five in the morning.

“I can do it, don’t worry. Tell Julia I said hi,” Hunt nodded at her request and briskly made his way out of the establishment and made his way home. Once every other staff member and the owner of the establishment was gone — leaving her all alone in the main floor of the bar — she then opened her book and was trying her best to absorb the information on the readings she had for her Marketing class while stacking up the chairs and wiping off the tables.

Concentrating deep in the confusing words that were splayed out all over the paper that she didn’t hear August stealthily come inside the bar. The sound of the chair creaking once it was placed back down on the floor that she had mopped a few moments before.

“I’m sorry but we’re closed already; we open once again at five pm,” August had to chuckle lightly at the way she said the rehearsed statement sounding so drained.

“Good thing I’m not here for the drinks then.”

Was it too ambitious to hope that the customer would take the cue for them to leave the bar and just come back once they’re open? Apparently not. With the full intention of telling the persistent customer to piss off when she found herself biting her tongue to prevent herself from doing so once she caught a glimpse of the handsome customer who wouldn't bug off.

One of the many traits that August possessed was ability to read people well — and that came in handy when he saw how taken aback his precious was when she finally graced him by showing her beautiful face. “Taken aback aren’t you, precious?”

Unsure why, Y/N felt uneasy at  first but she swallowed it back down and shook head as she unconvincingly said, “Not at the slightest. But I mean what I said, we’re closed and I’m asking you calmly to please leave our premises.”

August stood up, undoing the sole button that was keeping his jacket from being clasped, “And I meant what I said as well — I’m not here for the drinks or whatever crisps you guys have to offer,” She was about to interject when the powerful man cleared her confusion, “I’m here for you, precious.”

Drawing her eyebrows together in confusion, she placed her stapled papers down on the nearest surface and placed a hand on her hip as she was confused, “What do you mean? Are you here to kill me?”

Chuckling as he shook his head no, August could feel himself getting aroused at the thought of his precious looking at him that way once he came home to her after a long day at work, scolding him about how he came home late to her and now he has to make it up to him by having to eat her out so good.

“That’s the last thing I want to do or to happen to you, precious,” He reveals to her as he walked over to her and towered over her smaller frame, the warmth of his hands spreading over the skin of her hips, searing through the denim of her jeans.

“Then what exactly is it you want? I don’t know about you but I do need to close up,” She lifted the bunch of papers that were still waiting for her attention, “I have midterms this coming week and there are still so many things I have not fully understood.”

“I want you to come home with me, I’ll show you the life you deserve to live. That you are worth more than just half a million dollars,” He mentioned the deposited, untouched money in her back account; and upon hearing that her eyes widened as she concluded, “You gave me the money! Why did you do it though?”

Grabbing the stack of papers from the surface and heading over by the bar where her shabby backpack was, he tilted to the door as a small smirk rested on his face, “If you close up right now I’ll answer all questions you might have.”

Seeing as he had gathered all her belongings, she quickly threw the grimy rag somewhere behind the bar and turned all of the lights off. August held  the front door of the bar open and stood closely behind her as she was locking the front door.

Upon turning around, her front collided with his firm chest, “Oh I’m sorry about that.” As a massive, warm hand pushed her gently towards his limousine, August replied, “I wouldn’t mind it at all if you brushed up against me like that more frequently.”

Once they were both comfortably seated in the car, August’s deep voice ordered Solomon, “Take the long way home, and put the divider up as well.”  Normally, Y/N would have felt nervous at the thought of having to spend some time alone with a stranger, with seemingly no way out; but there was something about the man who was rubbing her knee soothingly that reassured her that nothing bad would come out of her spending time with her generous Lucifer.

“I forgot to ask, what was your name again?” Her neck was craned up to get a better look of his features — she had to bite her lip back from grinning upon realizing how attractive he was. “Name’s August Walker, precious. Who knows? That just might be your last name in the future.”

His confidence took her aback, but she tilted her head in realization, “You’re the one Hunt’s been complaining about a lot recently.” A satisfied chuckle vibrated off his throat, “Well he is one stubborn man who doesn’t recognize a great opportunity unless it hits him in the face.”

“Why do you want to buy the bar anyway? Do you want to own a bar as well?” Already interested in business? Really the perfect one for me. “Let’s just say that the bar is perfect for my business.”

“What business do you have? A limousine rental one?”

Chuckling, he shook his head and moved his hand higher up her until it rested mid-thigh and he looked at her with desire clear on his facial features, “I don’t think you should trouble your pretty head about that, precious. Why don’t we talk about how you didn’t touch the money I gave you?”

She shrugged her shoulders as she found herself unconsciously playing with his hand, “It felt wrong, I didn’t work for the money so I didn’t spend it,” Upon realizing that she was probably invading his personal space, she retracted his grip in hers before pouting at him a bit confused, “Why did you even give me that much money in the first place?”

“Because I want to take care of you,” He bluntly admitted as both of his hands were now placed on her hips, reaching over to lift her up and place her down his lap, “I want to be able to give you everything you need and want.”

Her nervous wiggling around his lap was something the businessman greatly appreciated, his hands digging into her hips deeper and sliding her back further into his chest, “Would you let me do that, my precious?”

“Why me though?” Her voice lacked the earlier sass it had when she was asking him to leave the bar; instead it was replaced with a shaky exhale. His rough fingertips unbuttoned her denim jeans, dragging the zipper down and another smirk found its way on his lips upon seeing the pink, cotton panties that was hiding the one thing August never realized he needed.

“Because you’re perfect for me,” The way his breath hit the back of her ears caused shivers to come down her spine; his fingers made quick work of removing her jeans as well as her panties, sneakily placing the cotton in his pocket before sliding his pointer and middle finger inside her pussy, “You need someone to take care of your every single need,” Shallow pants were all that escaped her lips as his fingers gained speed, “Don’t you think you deserve someone who can tend to every need and want you have?”

A broken moan came out of her lips as she rested her head to his chest, blissed out eyes taking in how she was smirking at her as he he felt the tips of his fingers poke her untouched sweet spot, causing her to cry out, “Fuck me!”

“That desperate for me already?” Removing his fingers from her wet cavern, she trashed around slightly — her way of asking for him to place his fingers back inside her. Instead of tending to her needs, he quickly fisted the material of her shirt and ripped it into two, exposing her braless breasts. Pinching her nipples and pulling on them until they hardened due to his touch, “Would you let me?”

One hand continued to toy with her nipple, the other making quick work of his own pants and frees his cock that was now red and rock hard in arousal for her. The hand that was on her nipple lowered to rest on her hip, raising her slightly so he can slide his cock in her. With just his tip being inside her warm walls, Y/N could feel how thick he was; her hands clutched on his thick thighs as she lifted herself up from his cock.

Displeased with that, August clicks his tongue and ignores her wordless pleas to slow down and instead forces her to take the entirety of his cock by placing his firm hands on her hips, sliding her wet cunt down his cock, “Take all of it, my precious.”

Astonished with how thick his cock was, she failed to understand the double entendre laced with his statement; it didn’t also help that August began to pick up rhythm as he lifted her until only the tip was left before dragging her right back down until his tip met her sweet spot once again. The backs of her thighs were also sure to be sore with how loud they were slapping against his toned thighs.

“Please, August,” He loved the way she brokenly cried out for him, turning around to show him how there were a few tears running down her cheeks, “Please slow down.”

Tired of her appeals to slow down, she forced her to lay down on her stomach, her cheek pressing against the leather seat as his hands moved her to move against his cock by latching his hands onto her hips, until he was sure that his handprints would be evident on her skin.

“So fucking tired of you not taking what I give,” He spits out with venom even though in his mind he meant well; he was grunts upon feeling her tighten around him, causing her to bite down against the leather as she became even more wet. One of his hands trailed down to her clit, rubbing and pinching it as he pistoned in and out of her, the struggle of forcing it deep in her was becoming harder with the way her walls enveloped his cock.

“From now on you take what I give to you,” He declares as he smacks her ass, suddenly feeling possessive and protective over her, “I’ll look after you and give you what you need and want,” Slowing down his thrusts he pulled her up by her shoulders and looked over at her face that was teary eyed and biting on her bottom lip to prevent her from crying out loud, “Let me hear you answer me, precious. Are you gonna let me take care of you?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, August,” She cried out just as he repeatedly touched her sweet spot and felt something stirring up inside her with the way he was looking at her with such desire — too intense that it caused her to be feeble in his grasp and the businessman showed mercy on her by laying her back down on her stomach. “Cum for me, my precious,” August demanded, his hot breath tickling her ear as tripled his effort to rail her with all his might and strength, “If you really do accept, you’re gonna obey my orders and cum for me.”

It could have been the domineering tone in which he commanded her, or the way his cock was impaling her with no mercy, or simply the way the polished leather brushed against her already erect nipples — no, it was the way he laid his claim on her and was proving it by etching every ridge and vein of his cock deep in her pussy that made her spasm and cum around his cock.

“Oh fuck, fuck,” She moaned out as she trashed around slightly, only to be calmed down as he peppered kisses all over the back of her shoulders and neck; his thrusts losed their speed despite retaining the vigor he had — a sign that he too was reaching his climax.

Turning ever so slightly so she could catch a glimpse of his sweaty face and had a dumbfounded smile on her face as she reached for his hands that were on her hips, and rubbed the back of his palms softly as she spoke, “You can cum in me, daddy.”

And just to prove how she had him wrapped around her dainty finger, August thrust deep into her pussy one last time, bumping against her cervix before spilling his load deep in her, “Fuck, my precious, take all of my cum.”

Nodding against the leather as she blinked her eyes continuously, as if to remind her brain to exit the pleasure-filled haze she was currently in, and took in how handsome he looked as he was panting slowly while he carefully pulled his cock out of her pussy, admiring the way she was clenching her walls to keep the mixture of their juices in her pussy.

After stuffing his half-hard cock back in his pants, August then worked to clean his precious up and dress her in what remains of the clothes he had ripped off. Deciding that her shirt was of no use, he draped his suit jacket around her frame before sitting her on his lap.

“Do you understand your place now, my precious?”

Nodding firmly as she hummed upon feeling his warm hand cup her cheek, she leaned her down on his shoulder as a pleased chuckle vibrated through August’s chest.

They began pulling up to August’s property, his mansion coming into view and Y/N couldn’t help but ogle at the breathtaking house. “This is where you live?”

“This is where we’ll both live, precious,” He clarified after kissing her forehead softly. Smiling once the limousine has to a halt by the stairs leading to the abode’s main entrance. “I could get used to living here, daddy.”

“Now where did that name come from, hm?” August playfully asked her as he tickled her sides, his precious leaning into his touch instead of the usual reaction of pulling away, “You don’t like it, daddy?”

“I love it, my precious,” He countered once they were now in the foyer of the house,” Welcome home, my precious.” And to welcome her into their home, he leaned to kiss her as his hands settled on the globes of her ass, deepening their kiss until he felt her moan out in pleasure against their tongues tangling.

“I know I’ll have a great time living her, daddy! Especially since I get to live with you!” Once their kiss ended, August let his hand rest on her ass while he guided her to their bedroom. “There are two things daddy has to ask of you, precious.”

“Anything, daddy!”

“First, convince Hunt to sell his bar to me,” They paused just as they were infront of the door to bedroom Y/N pouted a little but nodded as she had a determined look on her face, “I’ll do it, daddy.”

“Very good,” She whimpered upon hearing those words and when his hand left her ass to open the double doors that led to their bedroom, “What’s the second thing, daddy?”

“I want you to get on your knees and suck me off; I’ve been fantasizing about those pretty lips of yours for a while now, precious.”

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