#soft august walker

[littlefreya]

Hi Freya! If you have the time, I was wondering if you had any recommendations for some August Walker fics, whether by you or another writer, it doesn’t matter to me. Most of the fics I’m finding recently make him out to be rough, animalistic, and cruel (which makes sense cause he was the villain after all lol). But they also include non-con, degradation, etc, which I’m not comfortable with. Don’t get me wrong! Stories with those elements are fine! It’s just not my cup of tea, personally. And I do like rough August, but I guess it’s more in the sense of him being rough to his enemies and being soft, sweet, and super protective of his sweet and innocent girl. Does that make sense? I’m sorry if it doesn’t, and for the rambling, to this day I still get nervous and panicky whenever I write an ask. 😅 Hope you have a great day! 🥰

Hey love, no need to be nervous about sending an ask. We are all just humans here :) 💖

I have several August stories where August is a pure softy - smut and non smut included.

List below the cut

Smut 🔥🔥🔥

Velvet Chains - Soft!August x Reader (smut. August Walker as a sex-worker, sexual intercourse, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, a depiction of bodily fluids, soft!August themes, a tinge of angst and August’s monster c… ) - For a generous fee, August Walker is yours. A man devout to pleasure, who will worship you for an entire night and make sure your first time is more than memorable. 

Whiskers and Wet Silk - August comes home to find his princess watching Shadow and Bone and simping for the General and gets a bit insecure…

A Perfect Day - August Walker x Reader (smut to heavy fluff. Mentions of oral sex performed on a woman, male masturbation, and bodily fluids.) A perfect day in rural italy with the most dangerous CIA agent on earth. 

Pink Umbrella - August x Reader (Fluff to smut, soft!August Walker, DD/LG, thigh riding, gloves fetish (it’s a thing now), dirty talk, a tint of angst and slight twist ending.) August is on a mission in beautiful Paris and had you join the ride, but while he wants you to stay safe at the hotel, you have other ideas.

Gentle Monsters - August x Reader (smut, vaginal fingering, groping, grinding, cock grabbing, virginity. SoftDom vibes. August is the big bad wolf, but he can be soft for the right woman) It’s your first date with agent Walker, and things get a little too raunchy, but you are not ready to go all the way… 

One more touch before we die August x OFC (Explicit smut, romance) Set in a cabin on the mountain, August and his woman make passionate, desperate love. Sense Challange - Touch

Bourbon and Candy August x OFC (Explicit Smut, size kink, daddy kink) After a frustrating day at work, August just wants to sit down and enjoy his princess, in any way possible.

Poison Honey - August Walker x Reader ( Passion, romance, sexual innuendo, a “thrill of the chase” if this may trigger anyone and mild alcohol use.) Everyone around you is too busy getting drunk and making out, while you are just dying for this dreadful Christmas party to be over. But just as you plan to leave, you catch the eye of a very hungry August Walker. 

Fluff 🌈🍧🧁

Kiss it Better - August Walker x OFC (3rd person POV Fluffy, sticky, gooey fluff and floof with a tint of naughty suggestion)  August takes care of his girl after she fell

Monster August Walker x OFC (Romance) They call him a monster, but he is your monster    

Eivor - August Walker x ofc (Fluff)   August Walker wore many masks and had done horrible things but never in his life he imagined he would become someone’s father.

Shelter - August x Reader (Strictly soft sticky fluff) Lazy morning cuddles with August 

Something Wicked - August Walker x Reader (Fluff) August sleeps tightly and you decide to exploit the situation. 

Angel, can you hold me? - Soft!August x ofc (Angst to fluff) Bad guys need to be held as well

No More Tears - August Walker x OFC (August’s POV, Angst) On a cold autumn night, August muses over the girl he lost.

Behind Blue Eyes - August Walker x OFC (August’s POV,  angst, bad language, mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, mentions of a breakup, longing, love, heartache. August being poetic AF and August being a prick and stealing candy. ) Beaten and broken, August Walker walks the streets of an unnamed city while he is taken by sudden longing.

Some drabbles

August doesn’t like it when his princess is sad (fluff)

Soft Tender August - August x Reader (Fluff, aftercare)

August singing Sinatra to you - August x Reader (Fluff)

Watching porn with August - August x Reader (mutual masturbation)

Forever Yours - August loves his cuddly princess

[gummydummy19]

Sometimes I just crave slow, soft, gentle… nothing extra, nothing special, no spanking, no choking, no slapping or teasing, no games…

Just you and me...

Soft kisses and loving smile’s….sweet words while we just feel each other…

Your hands gently touching everywhere they can reach…fingertips tracing goosebumps up my skin…you whispering my name as I whisper yours…

I love you so much…

[joelslegalwhre]

Stay with me, okay?

pairing⁀➷ august walker x reader

word count⁀➷ 570+ (just a short drabble)

summary⁀➷ you get shot by the men that want Ethan in Paris. What no one knows is that you and Walker have a past together and he would do quite literally anything for you.

warnings⁀➷ use of y/n, spoilers obvs, soft!august (just for the reader), violence (people getting shot including the reader), angst, no mentions of gender or physical appearance, use of nickname (angel)

a/n ⁀➷ tell me if I missed a warning pls! And I’ve got some requests for a part 2 so if you have any wishes that I should add, let me know x

You felt like going on a walk today. Normally you would just stroll around the neighbourhood but today you felt like changing things up a little. You haven't been to this part of town, it was just a feeling that dragged you towards it.

Apparently, this part wasn't as crowded as the other places, which was quite nice. Ever since you moved to Paris, your mind didn't really settle. There was always something going on, not quite as romantic as some would think the city was. So to find a place this quiet, even if it wasn't the most beautiful, you enjoyed it.

As you walked across the street, a large garage was being opened. You glanced at the door out of pure curiosity. But you didn't look away after you'd seen his face. One that was way too familiar to you.

You stopped in your tracks and inhaled sharply. What on earth was he doing in Paris?

But then, why wouldn't he be in Paris. He did god knows what, things you only knew so much about as to not be endangered by it. You shouldn't be surprised.

You still stood there, visible surprise on your face that mirrored the others faces, as you looked back and forth between them.

How you weren’t even wondering why there was a, most probably, kidnapped man about to be sat on the backseat, you didn't quite know yourself. It just fitted the whole situation.

August stood there, slowly letting go of the door, his eyes fixed on yours. But before he could do anything, you heard a gunshot. You didn’t only hear it, you felt it. What on earth? You thought as you dropped onto the pavement. It felt like someone had punched you in the ribs, and you couldn't comprehend that the bullet actually hit you.

„Walker!" you could hear one of the guys at the car yell.

August was raging with anger, how would they dare to harm you, to harm what's his.

The next thing you heard were more shots. You couldn't see much, but what you saw was August, in front of you, and a gun in his hand. He had shot the men, all three of them. They had said something directed at one of the guys August was with, but you couldn't hear it, for you were groaning in pain.

„Y/N!" August called out name. „Y/N, Angel please…" he repeated your name over and over, turning to you.

As he kneeled down, his large hands cupped your face and his fingers lightly brushed your cheek. The angry expression on his face changed and he looked as if his worst nightmare just happened. „August.." you whispered, panting heavily. You were about to pass out and he knew it. „Stay with me, okay?" he whispered.

His voice was raspy. You could just nod in pain.

August slipped his arms under your knees and your neck, as he lifted you up. Still watched by the others in shock of his actions.

His strong hold made you feel safe. The way he carried you but looked at your face every few seconds to make sure you still had your eyes open.

„You're going to be fine, you hear me? I won't let anything happen to you. I won't leave you ever again." The moment you looked into his eyes, filled with worry and sincerity, you knew he would keep his word this time.

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[oddduckthatgirl]

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.”

Tags: @littlefreya @viking-raider @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @inlovewithhisblueeyes @mary-ann84

[buckyshusband0]

𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

pairing; DarkProfessor!August Walker x M!Reader

☬— nsfw content. dark themes. body worship. degrading/praising. jealous themes. mentions of past trauma. rough sex. descriptions of violence/murder. daddy kink. knife play. verbal insults.

summary; After having a first glance at you, professor August knew he wanted to make you his. The only thing stopping him was that you were a forbidden obsession. Not only an obsession, but you were his student.

THE brightness of the sun seeped through the jet-black curtains as the morning day came to a beginning for August Walker. A slight groan escaped his lips as he pushed himself up and leaned his muscular back against the dark bed frame.

His hooded eyes looked around the bedroom as a — quiet but still audible — sigh left his mouth. His hand gestured over his beard as he got up from his bed to get ready for the day.

Once he was ready, he made his way into his jet-black car with a black hot coffee in his hand. After a 10-minute drive towards the university, August slammed his car door shut and marched his six-foot frame towards his classroom.

Attending a university when your professor is August Walker, of course, he would get all the lust-filled eyes from the girls as he walked through the halls with his slightly unbuttoned shirt and his sleeves rolled up on his muscular arms.

Why wouldn't he?

He walked around the place like he owned it. He knew he had this hold of power over everyone in the university, and he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. The girls worshipped the ground he walked upon, wanting every but of him. But he didn't care for them.

But August only cared for one person. A person who was so naive as to not even recognize the thoughtful acts he would do for him every day. Someone he would secretly protect without his knowledge.

That person was you...

His beautiful sweet angel. You looked shy when you were not with the right people, but when you were, a beautiful smile would break out on your face. As soon as he saw you enter his classroom, August lost his breath as he knew you were going to cause him problems. He was clear that you caused him to have an obsession with wanting you.

They say "love at first sight" doesn't exist, but with August, he felt that love for you blossom out of his stone-cold heart. You were like a plague, something which invaded his mind 24/7.

He couldn't stop thinking about you.. he felt compelled to have you underneath him, to feel your soft skin under his touch. To hear your sweet moans as he gave you the pleasure you most desired. August needed you...

As time goes by, the hallway that was once flooded by people begins to become empty from people going to their lectures. Your soft lips pressed against Zayn, your boyfriend as he forcefully kissed you hard. His hands went to your arms—where bruises covered—and let his mouth form into a smirk.

Zayn was your boyfriend of 2 years.

He wasn't always like this, he was once a loving man. But something inside of him switched. Something to cause you harm. You were too naïve to notice any of his wrongs.

"We're going out tonight, baby," Zayn ordered. He never asked you, just ordered. He never asked why you would cry yourself to sleep, why you would feel like something was holding you down. Your heart clenched and your eyes would cry until they couldn't no more from the way Zayn wouldn't even reassure you.

Reassurance was all you needed...

As he spoke, you nodded before walking away to enter your lecture. When you walked into the room, your professor, August Walker, was talking to a student until his words came to a stop. Without your knowledge, your presence made August happier.

One thing ran through his wretched mind the whole time he taught everyone who stayed sat the whole time, paying attention to the words that flowed out of his mouth. You...

August couldn't help himself but picture what your beautiful body would look like under his. Your sweet angelic moans would escape your lips from the pleasure that he knew you desired — That he desired. He wanted you and only you.

The sinful thoughts that would pop up in his mind caused him to stutter while he was teaching the class that you were sitting in. How could he not? Your (e/c) eyes connected with his every time he would talk, and just by making eye contact with you, his pants tightened.

August knew that he couldn't breathe without you… You were the main cause of his morning awakening. He was aware that this forbidden obsession with you would get him into trouble, yet he didn't care. He was only aware that you were going to be his.

No matter what.

✰ -- --- --- -- ✰

The terrible smell of alcohol reeked through the club.

August felt the — almost silent — wooden floor creak under his heavy feet as he entered the place. The sight of people letting their bodies lose to the music and chugging alcohol into their system made August grimace with a scowl on his face the whole time.

He walked over to the bar — which was crowded with many slouchy men— with his broad shoulders and towering stance. He gives a sharp nod to the bartender whose eyes were glued onto him, waiting for his order and hurried to get a beer at his command.

The sound of unfunny jokes could be heard being thrown around from man to man as August's blue eyes observed the crowded place. He was here for one thing only—well someone...

August knew you would be here.

That is what he loves to believe—that he wasn't stalking or following you. He wasn't, He was protecting you. Protecting you in any way from the risks that this world might pose to you. He was aware that he had to keep his beautiful angel safe from harm.

Because if something were to happen to you at the hands of someone else, they would have seen the devil himself, only God knows. August would happily cover his hands in the blood of the person who had the audacity to harm what was rightfully his with a smile on his damn face.

His hand gestured gently to his pocket to feel for the pocket knife he always carried with him just in case someone ever tried anything with you. He knew no one would try to attack him because of his threatening build and hovering height.

And then, his eyes connected to your figure.

He felt a muscle in his jaw ticks from the scene that was happening in front of him. You were—drunkenly dancing—with another student of his from another class, Zayn.

August couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. His face turned into a dark red and his knuckles turned white. The sudden sound of glass breaking caused him to step out of his trance and look down at his bloodied hand.

"Fuck." August whispers as his vision darkened at the sight of seeing the—used to be fixed—beer bottle now broken into little pieces in his hand. But, he could care less about his wound. What he really cared about was the anger that he had never felt when he watched you grind onto another man.

Another man who isn't him...

Jealousy hasn't been so clear before, but it was painted like a perfect picture on a canvas on August's face. His brows furrow when he could see Zayn forcefully pull you into a hallway where no one was in and that makes him stand up harshly.

He steps into the — lightly dimmed — hallway and hides behind a wall to observe what is happening. His nostrils flare with anger and envy coursing through his veins from the thought of you being with someone else. Someone who isn't him...

"C'mon, baby... stop being scared and let me touch you..." Zayn whispered drunkenly into your ear as his hands caressed your body. He had you pushed against the wall and even though you were drunk, you clearly didn't want this.

"Zayn, I-I don't want this." You muttered under your breath as you felt his slimy hands make their way under your shirt. You felt an uneasy feeling in your stomach from his touch.

You didn't like it.

You wanted this to stop. "Baby quit bitching and let your boyfriend fuck you," Zayn said with anger and impatience as you didn't let him touch you the way he wanted to. He could see that you were uncomfortable, but he didn't care.

Zayn always loved that feeling he had with you. The feeling of power. He had knowledge about how you're childhood was and why you're this naïve now — which is why he loves to take advantage of you. He loves having a sense of power over you.

But you were done with it.

"I said, stop!" You shout and roughly push Zayn off to get him far away as possible and march your way out of the exit with tears trying to fight their way to escape your eyes.

August's eyebrows lower as he sees you walk out and debates whether or not he should follow you, but he can't just let Zayn walk away feeling happy with himself. He couldn't let Zayn walk away freely after hurting his angel mentally and physically.

And with that, August steps out from behind the wall and marches his heavy feet towards Zayn whose brows furrow from seeing his professor. "Professor Walk-" His words are cut off when a straight punch connects to his jaw, sending him to the rough ground.

His face starts to get covered in crimson-red blood as August continues laying punch after punch onto this fuckers face for touching and disrespecting his sweet angel.

He was going to pay for what he did...

"If I ever hear you talk to y/n or touch him like that again, I will not hesitate to hurt you again. And so God help me, if I find out you were to hurt him again—" August lets out a low evil chuckle and lays another punch onto his broken rib. "I'll kill you with a smile on my face." He seethes through his teeth as he starts to stand up.

"F-Fuck you man!" Blood covers his ugly teeth and a smirk makes its way onto August face as Zayn coughed up more blood.

"Just know this, Zayn, and hear me clearly..." August reaches for the knife in his pocket and retracts it. He roughly injects the cold metal blade into Zayn's stomach and leans in toward his ear. He licked his soft pink lips before speaking.

"He's mine."

Zayn's brown eyes widen from the blood that was rushing out of his body. His skin turning pale, and his eyes fighting to stay open. His vision slowly turning black as the last thing he saw was August's dark shadow walk away from him. He was left there to die. Left alone.

✰ -- --- --- -- ✰

Darkness was all you could see.

The sound of crickets could be heard as you walked on the rough concrete with your arms crossed. The chilling breeze caused your body to shiver and bumps to grow on your skin.

Your thoughts were running wild as you walked to get back home. You couldn't believe what just happened. You actually stood up for yourself... sort of. The sudden sound of a loud honk and beaming lights came behind you and you started walking faster.

"No, no, no, no."

You whispered under your breath hoping the person in the jet-black car would just surpass you and not think to look back. That was until it stopped right by your side and the window rolled down and you felt your eyes widen from who you saw.

"Professor August?" You questioned the knowing face. Worry covered your professor's face as he observed the unsafe environment that you and he were currently in.

"y/n? What are you doing out here walking alone at this time? It's not safe." August said sternly with concern laced in his husky deep voice. You frown not wanting to tell him what happen, but he already knew. Hell.. he even dealt with the problem.

August could still see the way how your body didn't stand up straight, so he knew you were still drunk. "Get in, I'm taking you to my place." You were too drunk to even comprehend what he was really saying, so with that you got into his car and felt how soft the passenger seat was. His face was lightly lit up from the street lights and you couldn't help yourself but think how attractive August is. You feel your body grow with heat and your eyes widen slightly with the sinful forbidden thoughts that rush through your mind. 'Stop it y/n... he's your professor.' You thought to yourself as he drove to his apartment.

Now you were sitting on the end of his bed waiting for him to come back with a glass of water he said he would get. August let a gentle smile come onto his face at the thought of him taking care of you.

This is how it should be...

Him making sure you're safe, well-fed, cleaned, and loved. He needed to love on you like no one else could. He wanted to be yours as much as he wanted you to be his. He couldn't help the feeling of butterflies crawling their way into his stomach at the thought.

He brings the glass of water and lays it down gently on the desk. "Are you okay, angel?" August asked with a soft tone he would only use with you. You are so special to him and you don't even realize... Too blind to see the acts he has act upon for you to notice him.

He let out a soft breath as he looked down at you and saw an unfamiliar look in your (e/c) eyes. "Angel are you-" August's words were cut off when he felt a pair of lips connect with his. A bright pink shade reached his cheeks as you kissed him, and God did he love the feeling. The feeling of your soft lips on his...

He soon returned the passionate kiss and felt the butterflies he once felt, come rushing back in. Fuck he needed you so bad... Your tongues soon started to dance with each other—fighting for dominance. He backed away from the kiss to connect his lips to the soft skin of your body and gestured over every mark on your body.

"You're so beautiful..."

His tall muscular body leans in towards your ear, his hot breath exhaled towards your (s/c) skin which made unwanted goosebumps arrive. His next words left you to let out a soft whine escape your lips.

"I'm gonna fucking ruin you angel.."

August's words made a smile reach onto your face as you leaned back onto the silky sheets of the bed and reached your hands out for him to take. He threads his rough fingers into your soft-like ones and puts them over your head. He leans in for another kiss until you have to pull away—which causes a string of salvia to form—to catch the loss of breath.

Your body was in bliss as you felt nervous under his touch. His blue dilated eyes held nothing but lust and love. As you feel his hands gesture over your thighs, you look away but instantly feel a finger under your chin to reconnect your hungry gaze to his.

"Look me in my eyes as I fuck you, angel."

You swallow a growing lump in your throat and nod to the six-foot man's order. Without warning, you felt a soft pair of plump lips against your hole and your eyes widen from the euphoric feeling that made its way towards your stomach.

It was all happening so fast. Soft moans escape from your lips and your eyes roll to the back of your head as your toes curl. Your fingers thread through August's brown hair and you pull at it roughly which causes a muffled grunt to leave him.

The eye contact August was making was so real. His eyes filled with—nothing but lust and love— never stopped looking at you as he ate you out like you were his last meal. "Fuck, that feels so good!" You moaned out loud, not holding back any noises. Your body jolts up when you feel three fingers curl up inside of you and penetrate your hole roughly. Your cock leaking as you felt your orgasm rushing in already.

"Shit, I'm so close, keep going-" Your words were cut off when he yanks his fingers away from you to your wet tongue, leading them. As he forces you to suck on the fingers that are already within you, he inserts another finger. He moves them into scissor motions as he removes them from your lips to show how wet they have become.

"You're not gonna fucking cum till I say so, understand?" August growled out and all you could do was nod until you felt his thick cock push itself into you. Your eyes widen from the size of it and sweet moans escaped your lips.

"A-August..." You mumble a whisper as he thrusts deep inside of you over and over. You couldn't believe what was happening. This felt so... so real. August hands caressed your body, worshipping every part of it. Like the beauty you are. Your touch, your moans, your fucking sweet scent. August couldn't hold back any longer. He felt his cock twitch inside your pulsing hole—which signaled he was about to cum.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum! Cum with me, angel... cum with me like the good boy you are." He moaned out. The scratches that you caused on his back start to turn a dark shade of red and his eyes roll to the back of his head as he felt his sticky, white cum paint the inside of your walls— like a blank canvas waiting for its artist to perfect a masterpiece.

A masterpiece is what you are...

Letting out a huge sigh of relief, August pulls out of you and falls down onto the soft sheets. You fall onto his chest and lay a gentle kiss on his chest as you look up at him. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight, as if you could disappear at any second.

He couldn't let that happen.

You were finally in his arms, exactly where he wanted you. The butterflies started to flutter once more as soon as he felt your presence next to him. You were, after all, his to hold, feed, care for, and protect—his beautiful forbidden obsession.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───  

[nickfowlerrr]

🦋: “Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?” with August Walker 🙏🫠💕 (hope this gets through, stupid tumblr!)

desperate times, desperate measures

pairing: august walker x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. smut. fluff. pet names. some dom/sub vibes. spanking. dirty talk. reader calls august sir. if i’m missing something lmk.

words: 2,222

notes: ten thousand years later lol 😭 thank you for sending this prompt in!! apologies that it’s taken so long to get to it, but i hope you enjoy!

thank you in advance for reading, and as always, comments and reblogs are more than welcomed and so appreciated. 🖤

You bat your lashes, playing innocent as August fumes down at you.

“I don’t understand why you’re so upset,” you say, “you said if I had a problem that I needed to figure it out for myself and not bother you, that’s exactly what I did.”

He takes another step closer and now your back is completely to the wall. You swallow thickly as he closes in, his eyes dark as he glares at you.

“This isn’t a fucking joke, kitten,” he growls.

“With all due respect, I’m not laughing, sir.”

He scoffs at the honorific. “Now you want to recall your place.”

“I haven’t forgotten it, sir,” you shake your head with a pout. “But you told me to solve my problems on my own so, I don’t know,” you shrug, musing aloud before looking into his heady eyes, “maybe you’ve forgotten yours?”

That’s it. You’ve pushed his last button. You can see the fire as it flares in his gaze and fight your smile at finally having his attention again.

You gasp as his hand circles your throat and he shoves you harder against the wall, his nostrils flaring in his irritation.

“This your way of saying you missed me, angel?”

You don’t respond as he squeezes your throat just so.

“Because if it is, you’ve gone about it all wrong.” His tone softens as he tilts his head at you, your hand gripping his wrist as he keeps you in place, “I know you like it soft and sweet, princess, but if that’s what you wanted, you should’ve been patient and asked nicely, like a good kitten. Instead,” he smirks wryly, “you’ve gone ahead and earned yourself not one, but two punishments now.”

“Two?” you squeak out in question.

“One for talking back, and one for touching what doesn’t belong to you.”

You pout up at him but it does nothing to help your case.

“You know better, princess. You don’t bother me when I’m working-“

“But I didn-“ you try to argue before he squeezes your throat again, eliciting a whimper from you as you absentmindedly squeeze your thighs together.

“And you don’t touch yourself while I’m gone. You sure as hell don’t get yourself off while I’m away without my permission either. Now don’t get yourself into any more trouble, and tell me the truth.”

You fingers dance along his thick forearm as you wait for him to ask what you know he’s going to.

“How many times did you come without me?”

You start to open your mouth but he stops you before you can voice your answer.

“Do not lie to me,” he warns darkly.

“Twice,” you wisp out, looking down at his chest as you avoid his glare.

“Twice,” he hums. “10 for each time, that sounds fair, doesn’t it, princess?”

You slowly look up to his blazing blue eyes and with your pout still fixed on your face, you nod softly.

“Yes, sir. That sounds fair.”

He leans in, kissing your cheek before whispering in your ear, “Good girl. Now step out of your panties and get your ass on the couch.”

He lets you go and takes only a single step back from you, watching as you slip your hands under your skirt and pull your underwear down your thick, plush thighs.

He licks his lips just thinking about getting you on his face again. He knows you love the way his mustache tickles you as he eats you out and he loves the way you taste on his tongue, the weight of you on his face, those soft thighs around his head, threatening to suffocate him. It’s intoxicating and he can feel his cock growing in his pants as he imagines it.

He knows you’ve missed him and he knows he’s been too focused, too preoccupied on things that don’t mean anywhere near as much to him as you do.

And he’s gonna make it up to you. But you did break the rules, so you’re gonna make it up to him first.

-

Your ass is hot and stinging from the nineteen strikes of August’s heavy palm coming down hard on your bottom.

You’re bent over his lap as he sits on the couch and soothes his latest strike as you whimper and whine at the feeling. The mix of pain and pleasure has you wanting and on edge.

“You’ve taken your first punishment well, princess. Maybe now you deserve a little treat,” he speaks lowly, letting his fingers delve lower as he brushes against your wetness.

You moan at his touch but you know all his little tricks. You’ve learned the hard way.

“Thank you, sir,” you begin, “but I have one more spanking left to make it up to you.”

He laughs darkly at your words, amused by your catching on.

“You’re right, kitten,” he rumbles, sliding his hand back up to your bottom. “One more, and then you can have a treat.”

He rubs your hot cheek, deliberately taking his time before you feel him raise his hand.

You try hard not to stiffen too much, you know he doesn’t like that, as you wait for the sting.

It’s hard and fast as he spanks you one final time, jolting you on his lap as you cry out, your hands clawing at his thighs as the pang radiates. In nearly the same moment, his hand is once again rubbing softly at your bottom, soothing the sharp sting.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, “so good for me.”

You murmur as he kneads your ass, spreading your cheeks and urging your thighs apart too. You’re dripping with your arousal and he loves it.

He shoves you forward, and you catch yourself on the cushion before you as he moves around your backside.

You’re on your hands and knees on the couch, barely registering what just happened, as August wastes no time in getting behind you and shoving his face between your legs.

You squeak in your surprise before moan after moan tumbles out of you. August holds you by your hips as he buries himself in your wet pussy, his mustache adding that peculiarly delightful sensation to his tendings.

Your eyes are screwed shut as you make the most sinfully beautiful sounds for him. Your wetness on his tongue has his cock throbbing and as much as he wants to feel you come just like this, he can’t wait any longer to get his dick inside you.

You whine in disappointment as he parts from your cunt but then you hear the sound of his zipper as he pulls down his pants and your walls clench around nothing in your excitement.

You haven’t felt him in days and it’s been driving you crazy. You’ve needed this. You’ve needed him. So if you had to break a rule or two to break his trance on his work - especially after he’d been gone for nearly a week - you were gonna do what you had to do.

You can feel the tip of him as he lines himself up to your waiting hole. One strong hand on your hip and the other tight on his cock as he plays with you for a long, torturous moment, and then with one sharp thrust, he’s fully inside of you.

You moan at the feeling as he slides back out and then slams right back in, fucking you hard and deep. He makes sure you feel each and every inch of his thick cock as he fills your pussy.

Every thrust has you crying out as his hips slap against your still sore ass and his hand grips your hip tight. His other slides up your soft body, feeling your belly and your grab-able curves through your clothes. He squeezes your covered breast and growls as he thrusts into you harder.

You can’t help yourself as you push back on him, meeting his thrusts in perfect time as your slick walls squeeze his length.

“Feels so good, sir,” you moan. “Ahh,” you cry, “so good!”

“I know, princess,” he smirks, breathing heavy, “I feel you squeezing my cock,” he grunts, “you gonna come for me, angel? Huh?” He punctuates his question with a particularly deep thrust, pulling you back by your hips as he keeps you still against him. His movements get sharper and harder as he begins to use you the way you like in this position, like you’re just a fuck toy for him to use whenever he wants. His groans and grunts filling your ears as the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter as he fucks you.

He’s so strong and his thrusts are so powerful that he knocks you off your arms as he uses you and you let your head fall to the cushion as your back arches further.

You can’t do anything but moan and gasp through the intense pleasure building and building until you feel his thick fingers on your sensitive clit. You cry out as he works you closer to your high.

“Oh, god, August, I’m - I’m fuck, I’m gonna come! Please please please let me come, sir, please,” you cry pathetically, a part of you praying to anyone who might be listening that he’s too preoccupied with fucking you to remember he still owes you one more punishment.

“Yeah?” He growls, “Gonna come on my cock, baby? Fuck,” he snarls as your walls squeeze him tighter and you moan your affirmation. “Go ahead,” he pants in your ear as he leans over you, somehow hitting your most sensitive spot even more as he gets deeper inside of you. “Come on my fat cock. Wanna feel your pussy squeeze me so tight you get every last drop of my fucking cum out. Gonna fuckin’ fill you up,” he grunts. “You want that, don’t you, baby? Want my cum dripping out of you like the dirty little slut you are.”

Thank fuck.

“Want it, wanna feel you, sir. Want your cum,” you whimper, “please. come inside me, I want it so bad, sir, please.” You sound debauched and pathetic and it has August right on edge with you.

Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave as he speaks so dirty in your ear, your belly clenching, toes curling, eyes screwed shut, as you cry out and your tight pussy milks his cock. The second he felt you start to come, he didn’t bother holding himself back any longer either, his thick cum spilling against your walls as he slowed his thrusts.

You’re out of breath as you crumple beneath him and you gasp at the loss of him as he gently pulls his cock out of you. He spreads your pussy and watches as his cum spills out of you, his big hands massaging your thighs until he drags his touch up to your ass, again kneading your softness before he leans down and kisses your cheeks.

His hands go to your hips as he moves his touch and his body up your own until his chest is against your back and his lips are against cheek. He kisses you again gently as his arms wrap around your middle.

He turns you over so you’re facing him as you lay on the couch, bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck and pull him closer.

“I’ve missed you,” you murmur, fighting a pout as you peer up at him.

“I know,” he responds, “I’ve missed you, too.” He leans closer and kisses you softly as your fingers play in his hair. “I didn’t mean to be gone so long, then I got caught up in work and I -,” he cuts himself off. “I’m sorry, angel.”

You smile softly and pull him close again to give him a kiss of your own.

“You gonna make it up to me?” You question playfully.

He smirks, “was what we just did not enough?”

“Not nearly,” you shake your head. “You haven’t even taken my clothes off, yet.”

August chortles at your frown, pushing himself to sit up on the couch and pulling you with him, seating you on his lap.

“You’re right,” he smirks wickedly, “I’ve got a lot I wanna do with you tonight, so why don’t we start with you giving me a little show. Remind me what I’ve been missing?”

You smile coyly and nod, slipping off his lap. Before you can turn from him though, he stops you with his hand on your wrist.

“And don’t think I’ve forgotten about your second punishment. It’s coming,” he promises, blue eyes burning into your own, the excitement there sending a new thrill through you.

“Yes, sir,” you reply demurely, slowly pulling your hand from his - the longing between you both for one another more than evident in the touch.

You’re excited for what’s to come, but most for the end of the night - the one predictable part of your reunion where you know you’ll find yourself cleaned, fed, and cozy in August’s arms as he holds you and murmurs praises, sweet nothings and confessions of his love for you until you fall asleep together.

And then, if you ask real nice, the morning will bring you August’s special blueberry pancakes, and a whole lotta loving. Soft and sweet, just the way he knows you like.

[sunshinehaze1]

Walking on Sunshine

Pairing: dog walker!Frankie x f!reader

Summary: Fortunately for you, Frankie sticks to a consistent schedule when walking the neighbor’s dog.

Warnings: Mature. meet-cute, fluff, Frankie with dogs

a/n: This was written for @punkshort AU August Writing Challenge. I was given the prompt of a dog walker Frankie AU. Thank you to @80ssong for the beta read and @ak-vintage for letting me bounce around title ideas. 🫶🏻

word count: 1,597

ao3 | ml

Frankie found himself in a fortunate position where his cut of Lorea’s money could sustain him for multiple lifetimes. Despite this financial security, Frankie was a man who couldn’t stand idleness. It was in his nature to keep himself occupied, so he’d visit the hangar to help his friends with repairs and pilot helicopter tours to keep up with his flight hours. Despite his busy schedule, Frankie still managed to find time during the week. Ever since he was young, he has had a strong love for dogs, and the feeling is mutual. To fill his schedule, he started working as a dog walker. It got him outside in the fresh air, with the added benefit of exercise, and allowed him to spend time with a variety of dogs. Frankie has always wanted a dog of his own, especially now that he has retired from the Army and could dedicate the time to train and bond with a new companion. He wanted to wait until his daughter was older, and now that she’s just turned six, he feels ready to commit. Until then, dog walking has helped fill the void.

You were confused when you first saw Frankie walking your neighbor’s dog in front of your house. Having moved into the neighborhood just a couple of months ago, you knew the other dog owners in the area and would have remembered Frankie. Your move started a new chapter in your life following the end of a tumultuous relationship that had run its course. From your desk, you had an unobstructed view of him—his broad shoulders visibly stretching the fabric of a fitted grey shirt, soft brown curls peeking out from under his ball cap, and the cutest butt as he walked past your house. You noticed over the following days that he walked by at the same time—a man with a consistent schedule, which you appreciate. With the hope of a chance encounter, you adjusted your schedule slightly for your mid-day walks with your dog. In the following weeks, you and Frankie exchange polite head nods and waves as you pass each other on opposite sides of the street. 

Your last morning meeting ran long, causing you to start today’s walk late, and you were worried you’d miss seeing Frankie. You put in your AirPods, queued up the latest episode of your favorite podcast, locked up, and headed out. It’s a hot day with the sun blazing, so you encourage your dog to do their business quickly as you feel sweat beading on your back. As you walked, immersed in your podcast, you were distracted by something across the street and didn’t notice Frankie heading your way. It took you a minute to realize Frankie’s charge had gotten loose from its leash and was making a beeline to greet your dog. Frankie runs after the dog, calling its name, and stops short right before you. You barely manage to catch your breath seeing him this close. Seeing him from afar did not prepare you for how handsome he was up close. You take in his bright smile, soft eyes, angled nose, and chiseled jaw patched with a scruffy beard. Frankie apologizes for his charge getting off the leash, but you assure him it isn’t a big deal as the dogs were getting along just fine, as evidenced by their friendly sniffing and wagging tails. You and Frankie introduce yourselves and exchange the dogs’ names. Frankie squats down to say ‘hello’ to your dog, who greets him with relaxed ears, an excited tail wag, and an eagerness to lick Frankie’s face—a promising sign since your dog tends to be more reactive towards unfamiliar men. Frankie chuckles as he stands up, knees creaking. 

He mentions that after seeing you for the past couple of weeks, he’s happy to put a name to the face finally. You feel his gaze slowly drifting up and down your body, admiring you. His smile grows wider when he notices you look down, trying to avoid his gaze. The heat of the sun and Frankie’s eyes burning into you have become too much. You suggest moving out of the sun and invite Frankie for a refreshing lemonade on your covered porch. You still have half an hour before your next meeting. He graciously accepts and follows you back to your place. He takes a seat while you head inside to get the drinks. You are pleasantly surprised that your dog stays with Frankie, which makes you think he must be a good person since dogs are pretty good judges of character.

Thankful to be out of the direct sun, you learn more about Frankie and why he decided to start dog walking. You discuss your work and how you appreciate the flexibility of working from home, allowing you to spend time with your dog and take midday walks. The thirty minutes pass quickly, and you’re disappointed that you have to cut your conversation short. Frankie has a sweet and funny personality, is charming and confident, and you find his voice captivating. You could listen to him read the phonebook. 

Frankie thanks you for the drink, and you exchange goodbyes. As he retreats from your porch down your driveway, you try not to stare for too long, admiring his figure and how he carries himself. Suddenly, he pauses and turns around. You’re worried that you've been caught staring, only to confirm it when you look up and see a smirk on Frankie’s face. Encouraged by your admiration, he steps closer and asks, “I’ve enjoyed this, and I’d love to continue talking. Could I have your number?” 

You can't help but smile brightly as you answer with a resounding "yes." You ask for his phone to add your number to his contacts. When Frankie takes his phone from you, his fingers brush over yours. The contact flusters you, and you attempt to compose yourself, hoping Frankie didn't notice. With a smile that reaches his eyes, he descends the porch stairs with a second goodbye and a promise that he'll be in touch. You watch as Frankie returns to your neighbor's house, and you head back inside to finish your workday.

A few weeks passed, and Frankie started joining you on your walks. You find yourself at ease with Frankie. He’s told you about his time in the army, what inspired him to become a pilot, and his daughter. You loved to see the twinkle in his eyes when he talked fondly of his daughter and told you about their latest adventure or funny things she said. He mentions his desire for a dog, that he’s ready to look at adoptable dogs, and plans to surprise his daughter. Despite going on many walks together, he hadn't made any moves to ask you out. Feeling frustrated, you decide to take matters into your own hands and make a suggestion.

“Frankie, the animal shelter where I adopted my dog, has several currently available. Would you like to meet them and grab a drink afterward?”

Frankie was impressed by your confidence and thrilled that one of you had finally made a move to shift this relationship beyond these walks. Not that he minded them; quite the opposite, he’s had a great time getting to know you and enjoys being in your presence. But it was time to see if things could progress. 

“That would be great! I would love that. My daughter is with her mom this weekend; how about Saturday? I can come by to pick you up.”

You smile demurely and reply, “Saturday would be perfect. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Awesome, it’s a date!”

You’re surprised by how quickly the week has passed, with Saturday arriving in the blink of an eye. It's been hard to contain your excitement. You've dressed casually in a pair of jeans that hug your curves and a scoop-neck top that is low enough to offer a peek of your cleavage. You wanted something practical yet still made an effort to look good, especially considering you'll go from playing with dogs to a bar afterward.

It had been some time since your last first date, and you anxiously waited for Frankie to arrive. Thankfully, his truck pulled into your driveway right on time. You appreciate his punctuality, as you were on the verge of letting your nerves get the best of you. Frankie is a good guy, and you’re excited about the potential, especially after your last relationship. You swing the front door open just as Frankie begins to knock, his tightly clenched hand frozen midair. You both smiled, caught each other's eyes, and let your gaze wander. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked up at you, “U-uh, WOW, you look great!” Your cheeks warmed as you heard his sincere compliment, feeling flattered to receive it while wearing such a casual ensemble. Imagine what his reaction would be when you’re dressed up. You thank him sweetly. 

After you lock up, Frankie leads you to his truck with his hand lightly touching the small of your back. He opens the door and helps you into the car as you lift yourself onto the running board and into the truck. Frankie finds it hard to look away from the sight of your figure in your tight jeans. He hopes that this date goes well and that he will meet a dog that strikes him with the same lightning bolts he felt when he first saw you. He’s excited to discover what the future has in store for him. 

Thank you for reading! I'd love to know what you think. Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. 🫶🏻

[sillyrabbit81]

Cold

Prompt: Slow & Romantic, Cock Warming from @florxdexcerezo (x) Thank you so much for sending the prompt in. Sorry its taken so long.

Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 600

Warnings: Smut, cock warming, p in v sex

Authors Note: I wrote this a few weeks ago, but wasn't feeling up to posting it. I'm still on semi-hiatus, going to be a couple of months more at least, but here is a thingy I did. Hope you like it. Thanks to @nashibirne for reading.

Edited by me, there will be errors

Dividers by me.

Masterlist

Celebration Masterlist

Your eyes fly open. A heady rush of adrenaline pumps through your veins as your hand slips under the pillow on the empty side of the bed and curls around cold steel. You keep your breath slow and even as if you're still asleep and listen carefully.

But you’re too late.

A firm hand covers yours and a heavy, hard body traps you beneath it.

“Don’t scream,” he says, “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

You loosen your grip on the pistol and allow the hand to take it away. In the dark, you hear the thunk of the gun being placed on the nightstand.

“You could knock,” you point out.

“I didn’t want to wake you.”

“And yet, here we are.”

The weight on top of you shifts and you think you can just make out a small smile on his moustached face. You reach for the lamp, but he stops you.

“Leave it off,” he says.

“August, please,” you whisper. Your hands cover his whiskered cheeks briefly before he shakes you off.

“Leave it.”

He stands. You vaguely see his outline as he removes his clothes. He’s moving stiffly, slowly and breathing in soft grunts and rough exhales.

“How badly are you hurt?” you ask.

“Nothing so bad that a good night's sleep won’t heal,” he says, dismissively. Sometimes it scares you how easily and smoothly he lies to you.

“Then why are you here?” you ask with a rueful laugh. “The last thing you ever do here is sleep.”

You see his shape pause. You stare at where you assume his eyes would be, he needs to know you aren’t stupid; that you know this thing between you won’t result in a ring on your finger or a pretty white dress.

The longer he stands there unmoving, the harder it is to keep looking into the darkness. What is he thinking? You open your mouth to ask, but close it with a small shake of your head. It's not like he’d be honest anyway.

He starts to undress again. You lay back in bed. Does it really matter if he’s here to fuck you or sleep next to you? You’ll give him what he wants, you always do. You can’t help yourself.

He slips into bed, curling himself around your naked form. His hands begin a long exploration along your hip to your ribs and back again while his face is buried into your neck. You can hear him draw rough, ragged breaths, his mouth is so close to your ear, his lips graze along its edge.

Driven by a primal instinct, you arch your back, lean against him and open your legs in an invitation that needs no explanation. He doesn’t hesitate and quickly you feel the smooth, warm head of his cock sliding over your folds, gathering your wetness before sinking deep inside.

By the same instinct, you begin to roll your hips, relishing the feel of his length as your pussy glides over him. But his hand clasps your hip and holds you still, your ass and back pressed firmly against his chest.

“When I’m gone, I dream of this,” August whispers, “of being inside you.”

“Then please move.”

“No,” he growls, “I need to be inside you. All night.”

You moan and he throbs deep within you. His nose presses into your hair, his arms wrap around your chest, holding you tighter and tighter until you think he’ll crush you. 

“You’re so warm,” he whispers as he softens his hold on you. “I need you to keep me warm. I’m so fucking cold without you.”

[seresinhangmanjake]

Stolen Angel - Part 5

Demon!Jake Seresin x reader

Summary: You thought you were having a one-night stand with some random, normal guy. Turns out he’s a winged, demon-like stalker who has been obsessed with you for years.

Warnings/Notes: Jake is a little dark. Kidnapping. Manipulation. Obsessive behavior. Eventual smut and happy stuff. I’m sure there are typos. This used to be a different fic for August Walker, so if you see it, it’s fine. I wrote that one too.

Words: 3550

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

JAKE POV

Jake sighs at the knock on his door and sits up in his bed. It’s too early. Last night was long, watching you struggle to not verbally defy his every attempt to help you. But your wing was inflamed, which would soon lead to your back becoming inflamed, and he knows you’re intelligent but is it so hard to understand that not taking care of the injury could mean infection? Being here does not make you immune to such ailments and yet you puffed and huffed and barely held your tongue at his cleaning the area and applying a bandage with ointment. And just when you’d had a conversation with him about you being good. Terribly disappointing. You better shape up if you intend to get what you want. 

“What, Javy?” Jake calls at the second knock. 

Javy enters Jake’s room and leans against the door after closing it behind him. “So? You taking her?” he asks. 

“Possibly,” Jake says, throwing his legs over the side of the bed. “There are stipulations, but she’s determined. She’ll do whatever she has to to get there.”

Javy raises a brow. “Does that explain her cozying up to you yesterday?”

A slight smirk sneaks onto Jake’s face. ‘Cozying up’ is definitely one way to describe what you were doing the day before, although your actions were nowhere close to how affectionate you’re capable of being. There is plenty of passion in that body of yours that a few soft touches don’t do justice, but for now Jake will take what he can get. 

“It does,” Jake confirms with a nod. “She’s my clever little angel, but manipulative attempt or not, it’s not like I’m going to push her away.”

“Oh no, of course not,” Javy snorts. “You? Do the respectful thing?” With a shake of his head, he lets out a low whistle to which Jake rolls his eyes. The sarcasm in his friend’s tone is wildly unappreciated.

“Do you honestly expect any better of me?”

“Not these days,” Javy says, “but is it so horrible of me to want you to see the error of your decisions and change? When I offered you a life here you were a different man.”

A different man. A weaker man. A man who had nothing left to live for. 

Losing everything he once cared about—that is what changed him, but who’s to say the man he is today isn’t who he was always meant to be? Maybe it burrowed inside of him long ago and was waiting for the encouragement to expose itself. And what is so wrong about that? That doesn't make him a bad man. 

He was a man who was missing the drive and purpose he needed. But then—despite being under the cruelest of circumstances—he found it. And when you find purpose you have to take hold of it and claim it any way you can before it’s ripped away from you. If Javy still can’t understand that then it must be the type of thing you have to live for yourself in order to grasp how it feels.

Jake’s eyes contain a challenge against his friend’s stare as he leans forward to brace his elbows on his knees and clasp his hands. “You try having Fate fuck you over, and then we’ll see the kind of man you become,” he says.

Javy sighs and crosses his arms. “I’m not denying the poor timing of your first meeting, but you coped with that for years, and now that you’ve snapped–”

“I haven’t snapped,” Jake snaps.

“Yes, you have. She was moving up in her life, finding some happiness, trying to make some friends at a new job, and then you took her,” Javy tells him, but not to chastise. That lecture was one Jake received weeks ago and Javy knows another won’t alter what has been done. “And you can’t keep her in The Tower forever. When this catches up with you—because it will—what do you intend to do?”

“She will love me by then.”

“You’re hoping she will love you by then,” Javy counters, “And you’re hoping when questioned, she’ll lie for you.”

Jake groans and shoots to his feet, running a hand through his hair. Gesturing in the general direction of your room, he says, “If she loves me then she’ll be lying for both of us because she’ll know it’s the only way we can be together.”

“And if she doesn't?”

“I'm not entertaining ‘if she doesn't’,” Jake says harshly. “She will. I’ll get rid of that stubbornness and she’ll remember why she wanted me in the first place.”

Javy pushes up from his leaned position, nearing the blond. “She wanted you because the two of you had some kind of carnal pull to one another, but–”

“It’s more than that,” Jake stops him. “We share more than that. She just refuses to see it.”

But you will. You’ll come to your senses. He knows that it’s more than sex, but it’s because of that sex that he believes something in you felt him over the years even though you did not see him. That’s why it was so easy to come together that night. You don’t sleep with just anyone. You’re picky and careful, as you should be, but you showed no reservations when giving yourself to him. You weren’t timid when he stripped you of your clothes; you were too focused on ripping him out of his. You weren’t embarrassed by your sweet moans and pretty cries. You were comfortable around him, and you will be again. 

When Jake realizes Javy hasn’t spoken, he shoves his thoughts aside and pays closer attention to the look directed his way. It’s a medley of emotions. Skepticism and concern. Cautious hope and pity and acceptance. Acceptance of what, it’s hard to determine. Impending doom, likely, since Javy’s so sure of its inevitability.

Finally, Javy blinks. His lips stretch into a thin line, then he says, “Be smart about this, Jake.” 

And Jake replies, “I’m always smart.”

“You're not,” Javy has no shame in telling him. “That's the problem.”

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READER POV

“You can’t speak to anyone from your past, you can’t be seen by anyone from your past, you have to stay in my sight at all times, and you can’t do anything that would jeopardize our ability to return here on time,” Jake says. “You break any of these rules and I drag you back before midnight.”

Raising a brow, you cross your arms over your chest. “You think I can’t manage that? I’ve complied with everything you’ve asked of me for two whole weeks.” 

Everything down to accepting his cupping of your cheek one night as he nearly kissed you. He hadn’t though, and his reasons for pulling back instead of taking what he wanted as he’s so used to doing robbed you of four hours of sleep.

“I wouldn’t put it past you to go rogue,” he says. “But you can’t. There are actual consequences I can’t protect you from.”

Yes, you know. He has mentioned that often. “Consequences, Angel. There are consequences to not following the rules.” For the last couple of weeks, it has felt like hours upon hours of the same droning on, the same lesson as if your short-term memory is flawed. But then he’d thrown in “It's your first time, and there’s a chance you’ll forget everything I’ve told you the minute you touch foot down there. You’ll be tempted to break them.” 

That was what finally struck a cord of concern.

Of course, it had crossed your mind to break them, even though you’d known of Jake’s fate when he had done the same, but if he had to warn you of the temptation, you wondered how tempting it would really be. Would you be spending your precious, limited time there miserable because of the invisible chains on your wrists and ankles and the gag in your mouth as you try to resist the desperation to bond with the life you left behind?

“How tempted?” you had asked. 

You were taken aback by one look from him. A harshness was in the green, but you are no fool, and you could see exactly what it was concealing. A memory—pain. 

“Incredibly,” he’d told you. “At least, I was. And I paid for it.”

You hadn’t responded, but you kept his words in the back of your mind, ultimately deciding to trust in your strength. It was either that or risk never seeing home again, and that wasn't, and isn’t, an option for you. 

“I’m not going to do anything, Jake,” you swear. 

He peers into your eyes a little too long, but you let him search for the lie that isn’t there until he’s satisfied. He blinks and then gives a sharp nod. “Good,” he says. “Then close your eyes.”

“What?”

“Close them,” he repeats. “You don’t need to know how to get where we’re going.”

Another thing to comply with. Rolling your eyes, you drop your arms to your sides. Jake pulls a blindfold out of his jeans pocket and folds it in thirds. 

“Seriously?”

He looks up and steps closer. “Close, your, eyes,” he instructs again.

With a sigh you do as he says, then he wraps the fabric around your head, tying a little knot in the back. 

“This is–” Stupid, you were going to say, but you’re cut off by the yelp that escapes your throat when you’re suddenly lifted into his arms, your legs and wings draped over his forearms. 

“Hold on Angel,” he says. 

Your hands clasp behind his neck. “Yea, no kidding.”

When he shoots up into the air, you have to tuck your head against his t-shirt to block out the rush and whirl of wind that’s quickly encompassing you. It’s all too fast, the pressure much too extreme that you feel as if you’ve gained thirty pounds in ten seconds. It’s the initial take-off of the rollercoasters at the theme park you went to as a child. The kind of feeling that locks your limbs in place. 

However, it’s not long that you’re going up before you begin to fall back down at a speed that suggests the man holding you can’t fly and you’re about to greet the end of your life. The sharp change in movement twists and curls your insides. Your lungs are confused, unsure whether inhaling or exhaling would better suit you at the moment. You don’t know, so you don’t breathe. 

Jake lands with a thud and sets you down on wobbly legs. One large hand wraps around your upper arm; the other slips the blindfold over your head and back into his pocket. You’re well-hidden behind a large tree as your eyes adjust to the bright neon lights that bleed from the city night.

Home. You’re home. You’re at the far end of a sidewalk by the docks that no one visits after six o’clock in the evening, but it’s still home, and you already feel yourself being sucked in by the central bustle of bodies and cars. 

You take a step forward, much weaker than you intended, and Jake’s grip on you tightens. 

“Not yet,” he says. “You need to shed your wings.” 

That detail had escaped you, the excitement too overpowering. But you keep that excitement from showing on the outside, just as you had when he’d told you a few days ago that removing the wings was possible for you, too.

Standing taller, you prepare yourself for more instructions.

“Close your eyes again,” he begins, his voice a deep vibration in your ear. “Clear your mind. Create an image of your wings and the feathers plucking free, falling to the ground one at a time until you have no more. Picture the bone and cartilage crumbling,” he says. “And keep doing that until you feel the loss of the weight.”

It takes at least a full minute, but you’re lighter. When you look down, your feathers coat the ground, a few layered with his. Like ash and snow. 

“Good,” he says, but his tone doesn’t match the praise. It’s the slightest bit wounded as if he’s grieving something he held dear. 

You turn your head. Your eyes flick to his and you find them glued to your back—your back which is now bare of the one thing that shows the world you’re something other than human. 

His Adam's apple bobs. “Let’s go,” he says. 

“Where can we?”

“Anywhere that keeps you from running into someone that would recognize you or would’ve been concerned about your sudden absence.”

That definitely knocks out work, the old late-night cafe you used to frequent, the park on third—too small. But as far as you know, everything else is fair game. And if it’s not, you’re sure Jake won’t hesitate to inform you.

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The temptation he’d warned you about isn’t as aggressive as you anticipated. It’s there, for sure, but you don’t find yourself itching to be bold. There’s no one you wish to see, and you skirt the perimeters of the locations you choose because of the thought that you might fuck up and give him reasons not to bring you back in the future.

He should be thrilled with your behavior. He should be riding one of his ego trips from getting you to do what he wants without additional scolding, but that’s not what’s happening. Instead, he’s worse by the hour. 

Occasionally his eyes light up when you smile or chuckle at the places and things you haven’t seen for the month that has felt like a year, but between your grins and laughs, his face hasn’t once failed to fall. 

He has taken to trailing behind you. If both hands are not in his pockets it is because one is running through his hair or down his face. To your statements, he hums. To your questions, he mutters answers. He hates it, you realize. All of it. Almost as much as you hate the place he has forced you to exist in ever since he took you.

His mood is only exacerbated by your desire to go to your apartment.

“Can you hold this?” you ask as you raise the window. “Won’t stay up, and maintenance ignored all of my requests.”

Jake nods, placing his hand on the base of the sill so you can ease yourself through the opening. You do the same for him as he steps off the fire escape onto the ragged carpet of your living room floor. 

You take in the space, and it’s so…weird. Not a thing has shifted from the place you left it. The only additions left out of the memory you’ve kept in your mind are the layer of dust coating every surface and the slip of paper under your front door with Eviction Warning written in red lettering. And the smell. It doesn’t smell like you remember. You’re not immediately soaked in the scent of lavender essence left over from the half-burnt candle on the side table.

“Feels like I’ve been gone forever,” you say. You look over your shoulder at Jake. “Does time move differently there and I just didn’t notice?”

His hands are back in his pockets. His eyes are tired. “No, Angel,” he says.

Your sigh fades into a hum. 

As you move about the room, you measure it all with your eyes.

Your couch. You always sat on the right. That cushion is more worn than the other two. 

The lampshade is still crooked from when you last changed the lightbulb. Its poor alignment had caused a slight burn mark in the material from the shade leaning against the heat of the bulb, and yet, rather than straighten it out, you had twisted it on its diagonal axis so the mark faced the wall.

The TV remote is nowhere in sight, of course, because you were never the best at remembering where you put it down; a habit so frustrating you’re tempted to hunt for it now. 

Your coffee table still has the scratch in the middle from when you’d dropped your mug onto the wood, shattering it to pieces. That had pissed you off. You’d just bought it from the flea market.

A mug—you’d left one out that morning. You turn your head to your kitchen where it still sits on the counter. 

You walk over and grab it. There’s a coffee ring in the bottom, so you take it to the sink and wash it out, then flip it over to dry on a dishcloth. You weren’t a fan of leaving dishes scattered about, even for half a day, but you don’t know why it ever mattered. Since moving in, no one had entered this place but you, and well…him. 

Suddenly, something deep and thick descends upon you. Though the space around you appears to have frozen in time from the moment you disappeared, there are things that did not freeze along with it that you can’t ignore.

Like the food in your fridge and the special chocolate cookies in your cabinet that the grocery store rarely had in stock. Rotten and stale. What a waste. 

There’s a plant in your bathroom—a little one that relied on your sense of responsibility to keep it alive. It sits on a shelf in a dark purple pot you’d found on sale and now brittle leaves surely litter the tiles. 

And, oh god, the cat. You used to leave a bowl of tuna out for the stray cat that climbed the stairs to paw at your window. What about him? Is he ok? Did he give up after being ignored? How long did that take? Did he feel abandoned? Does he miss you?

Bracing your hands on the counter, your head falls forward. You close your eyes and take a breath, and then you open them and—Fuck, there’s a cheerio on the floor. You forgot the damn cheerio; that tiny ring of processed wheat from breakfast that has been hanging out here in limbo wondering if it’ll be trashed or devoured by ants because you were running late that morning and told yourself you’d throw it out later but you didn’t and so there’s a fucking cheerio on your floor. 

You can’t look at it, but then you don’t know where to look, or what to do. You don’t dare go into your bedroom. The sheets will be rumpled. Your underwear will be wherever it landed when it was taken off your body and tossed aside.

Shit, the laundry! You forgot to take it out of the washing machine. Mildew probably grew in the creases and folds. They'll have to go through the cycle again. You'll need detergent. You're out of detergent—used the last of it on the load that needs to be rewashed. Your favorite t-shirts are mixed in there somewhere. But it’s fine. You’ll do a quick wash, quick dry, quick fold, and put them in the drawer where they belong. How long could that take? An hour? Two? You have enough time, right? And while you're at it you really should set some tuna out and get rid of the spoiled food and fix the lampshade and find the remote and apologize to the plant and–

“We can pretend, Angel,” Jake whispers from behind you, making you jolt in your spot. You didn’t hear his approach—he keeps doing that—and he’s so close that his breath flutters wisps of your hair. “Forget everything, for a bit. Be the way we were that night.”

His disruption sidetracks you from the laundry, the cheerio, the cat, the plant, the food. For a second, you can barely process his words, but it doesn’t take long for the confusion to sort itself out.

You swallow. “I thought I wasn’t allowed to be human anymore,” you whisper, reminding him of what he has drilled into your brain again and again and again.

“You’re not,” he says. Then his arms are flanking your sides, palms pressing into the edge of the countertop. “But we look the part, don’t we?” Hot air is on your neck. You think you can hear his heart thumping. “Just tonight. Just here.”

Just here. Here, the last place you were before he made you into the creature you are. Here, the last place you can say that you were entirely you. Here, the last place you spent a happy moment. Your final happy moment. A moment that included him, back when you believed you were bringing home some guy. Just some guy. A beautiful guy. A human guy. 

You liked that human guy.

You miss that human guy.

Sometimes you wish he'd show up again. Save you and promise you it was all a nightmare.

“Why?” you ask.

“Don’t ask why,” he answers. “Just tell me yes.”

And because you don’t want to go back to thinking about what you’ve lost; because you’re uneasy and overwhelmed and numb and weak now that you're realizing home really isn’t home anymore but a ghostly echo of who you were, you don’t possess the mental wherewithal to care about your decisions. All you want is a memory—a good memory—within your reach. 

So you turn yourself right around, and you kiss him.

[joelslegalwhre]

Softy on the inside

Even if i’m “just reposting” this for the new main… again, thanks sm for your request @f1-hoff 🤎

paring⁀➷ dad!august walker x (fem!)mom!reader

word count ⁀➷ 1.1k

summary ⁀➷ up in the ask

warnings ⁀➷ soft!august (for his family only), swearing, kinda questionable morals, kissing, fluff

a/n ⁀➷ (tell me if I missed a warning pls!) soft!august but only for his family?? yes pleasee! Thanks for the request love!

You knew who August Walker was, better than anyone. What he had in mind. And yet, you couldn't feel anything but love for him.

You didn't support his actions, and he was well aware of it. But you knew that you couldn't stop him if he wanted something. You were just like him when it came to being stubborn.

August may have had some very questionable morals and worldviews, but when he was with you, nothing of that mattered. He was the most loving, caring and respectful man you have ever met.

The moment he laid his eyes on you, August knew you were his one in a million, his future wife and the mother of his children.

And now, almost four years later, that's exactly what you were. His wife, the love of his life, and the mother of his son.

Your phone rang in your pocket, and you fished it out of your jeans. „Hi Walker." you teased him, using his, your, last name. A game you loved to play. „Hey, Y/N.” he teased you back using your full name.

"Dad, dadda!" your son excitedly babbled, seated on your hip.

He could sense his daddy from a mile.

You giggled and nudged his nose with yours.

„Hey mister." August grinned at the other end of the phone. The two have had a special bond ever since they first looked at each other the day your baby was born. That day, in the small hospital room with just the three of you, August's eyes changed. Into the ones of a father, one that would do anything, literally anything, to keep his family safe.

Changing to a more serious tone, you asked,

„ls everything okay?".

"I'm good, baby. Uhm, I just forgot the other phone at home.." his voice lowered at the last part of his sentence. „Could you maybe bring it? Just if that's fitting for you, I don't wanna boss you around, peaches."

„Don't worry, where are you right now?" you asked while looking for the phone.

Finding it laying on the dresser, just as he described, you put it in your pocket.

„I'll send you the address. I love you, peaches." August softly said.

„I love you." you returned with a smile.

"Let's bring Daddy his phone, shall we?" you smiled at the little man on your arm. He smiled up at you, his eyes - which looked just like your own - shining with joy. You chuckled and kissed his hairline.

August was heading for the safe house in London and you knew he needed the phone, he wouldn't have called you if it wasn't truly important. And you knew it was safe, August would never risk having you, nor your child, in danger.

You were just going to combine this with a visit to the playground, a win-win situation, since August would have his phone and you could go on a swing with your little man and maybe even wear him out, so he'd be fast asleep for his nap time.

The address August sent you wasn't far away. Pushing the stroller in front of you, you had a glance at your phone from time to time, just to make sure you were walking in the right direction. „Dada!" your eyes followed the direction of the little hand pointing at his daddy. August must've heard it, because he did the same. A smile crept up his face as he saw the two of you, and you waved a hand as you returned his smile.

He was still standing a few meters away from you when you stopped. There was no need to get any closer to the group he was standing with.

The name to which August reacted seemed to draw the attention of his bystanders. A woman turned around to look at you, and you gave her a small smile, which she returned.

„Who's that?" One of them asked as he watched the interaction between you and your husband. „None of your business, Hunt." August spat out with a look that could kill, clearly showing that he couldn't stand the man in front of him one bit.

He made his way to you with heavy steps, anyone else would run if a man his size came towards them like he did, but his gaze softened with every step he took until he finally stood in front of you.

„Hi handsome." you smiled up at him as you handed August his phone.

„Hey peaches," he put it in his suit pocket, kissing your cheek, „Thank you.".

„Be careful please." Your smile was now replaced with worry. August nodded, and a smile crept up at the corner of his lips, his large hand at your chin tilting your head slightly up to look at him „I promise." he said in a low voice.

August kissed the top of your nose, and you closed your eyes at his loving gesture, while the group he left behind couldn't believe their eyes at August Walker's sudden change. It was as if he was someone else. Instead of the cold and often rude behaviour, he seemed loving and protective.

August bent down to your son, who was still in his stroller, looking up at his parents. „Hey little man," August grinned at him, „Take care of mommy until I'm back, alright?"

With bright eyes, your mini me shook his head yes and babbled some incomprehensible words at his dad. August tousled through his dark hair with a smile.

"Don't go anywhere until I'm back." he looked back at you with a hint of concern in his eyes. He tried to hide it, but you could see right through it. „Promise" you smiled. August bent down a little to connect your lips with his. Your eyes shut close, savoring the moment and the scent radiating from him.

His lips were soft, and you quickly opened yours for him. August didn't waste another second and deepened the kiss, cupping your face with his strong hands. Yours were already wrapped around his neck, lightly tugging at his hair. A soft moan escaped your lips as he gently bit your lip. August planted one more kiss on your lips before his hands wandered down to your hips, pulling you even closer.

„I love you, peaches." he whispered. „I love you too." Your arms wrapped around his torso, your head nuzzling into his muscular chest. August's hands wandered up your back, and he just held you close for some time.

„Now, aren't you going to introduce us to your lady and the little Walker?" Hunt asked him once August returned to them.

„No." was all he coldly said, the August they all knew being back.

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[changenameno]

Wild Ride PART 2

(Complete, link to the first and third part, down below)

Summary:
Having to share a car with your friends Sy and August, you and Walter make do. They won’t catch on, to what you’re doing in the backseat, right?

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Fem. Reader (Sy and August)

Warnings: 18+, cursing, unsafe driving, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, finger-fucking, dirty talk, MDNI

Word count: 1.2 K

A/N: It’s not proofread, any mistakes are my own. Please be kind, comments/reblogs are much appreciated…Thank you, hope you enjoy!❤️✨

! Neither Nomis, nor Walter Marshall, Syverson or August Walker are my creation!

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(In case you’ve missed PART 1)

PART 2

 Leaning back as far as you could, you rested your head below Walter’s bearded chin, placing a soft kiss below. Now that you were pressed up to him that close, you felt a bulge forming against your ass. Grinning in triumph because he needed this just as much as you did.

Walter grunted lowly, as you purposely pushed back your rear, making his cock jump. “You little tease.” Then his large hand landed on your thigh once more, this time hoisting it up, over his knee. Spreading your legs, for better access.

Feeling his long fingers caressing your inner thigh, had you worked up already, suppressing a small whimper as they ascended. Inching closer and closer to your sullied panties. Finally he touched where you needed it most, beginning to stroke one finger up and down your still covered pussy.

That had you bite your lip in a desperate attempt to stay quiet, but you couldn’t stop the muffled mewl from slipping out anyway. Making you go rigid, fearfully staring at Sy and August. Thankfully they were still so caught up in their discussion, that they hadn’t heard you, not even glancing in your direction.

Walter whispered, “Darling, you’ve got to be quiet, unless you want to be watched.” Just the thought of being watched by your two best friends, had your cunt pulsing in excitement.

You didn’t see his face, but knew he’d be on board with this. One of the amazing qualities your boyfriend possessed, was, that he wasn’t jealous. Because he knew he’d nothing to worry about, you were his. And he was yours.

Another stroke, brought you back from your musings. Without warning he let his fingers slip below your panties, making the fabric stretch as he began moving them through your slick folds. Your eyes flew shut, arching your back. Head turned to the right, to muffle a moan against Walter’s neck.

“So needy and wet. All for me?” The best you could do was nod your head.

“Mmmh yeah, now that’s a good girl.”

Obviously he’d rather sink his cock into your tight, hot cavern but for now he had to make do with you clenching on his fingers. Maybe he’d even stretching you for later, so you could take him more easily.

Walter chuckled darkly, then he pushed two of his fingers inside, sliding them in to the last knuckle. That had you buck your hips forward, chasing the delicious feeling, body getting incredibly hot, and breaths coming faster. “That’s it. Gonna stretch your little pussy so wide, later my cock will slide right in.”

Tiny whimpers escaped you, just thinking about his massive cock that kept twitching against your ass. “Fuck yeah, please need- need more.”

He curled his fingers, stimulating the spongy area near the front, feeling you clench around them. Gasping, when he brushed his thumb over your clit, your hands dug into his meaty thighs. Tiny moans leaving you, not caring anymore if someone would hear. Only wanting your release.

Walter felt your walls tighten around his index and middle finger, he knew you were close, having been so pent up. So he doubled his effort, rubbing circles into your clit while moving in and out faster.

Because his movement was restricted, he grabbed and lifted the hem of your dress with the other then pulled your panties to the side.

Right then he’d hit something in your core, that had you surrender to him completely, spreading your legs even wider, so you could ride his fingers.

Earning a deep growl, that sounded nothing like him. But it didn’t really register in your mind, too lost in the pursuit of your orgasm.

Not even the loud squelching sound of Walter’s fingers entering your pussy over and over again, deterred you from your goal. Nearly bouncing up and down on his hand.

“Fu-uck, that’s so hot”, a male voice grunted.

Walter eased his ring finger in, spreading your weeping hole even more and letting your juices run down his hand. The tension within kept building the longer he trust into you. Then his strained voice sounded; “Wait! Before you cum, open your eyes.”

All thoughts left your lust addled brain, just wanting to be good for him, you did as you were told. Eyes snapping open, as your pussy convulsed around him.

Locking eyes with gleaming blue one’s through the rear mirror, before the force of your orgasm, made you close them again, falling over the edge whimpering, “Fuuu-ck!”

Your walls worked his fingers, still clenching down rhythmically. Panting heavily, you slowly came back down, from one of the most intense orgasm you’d ever experienced. Thick fingers unhurriedly slipping out of your cunt.

Walter was just about to put them in his mouth, when a rough voice interjected, making your eyes fly open at once, “Wait I want a taste.”

Sy’s hand had shot out, holding onto your boyfriend’s wrist, gaze fixed on your uncovered pussy, licking his lips. “May I sugar’?” His equally lustful sapphires now on your face.

Swallowing thickly, you shook your head yes.

The captain promptly pulled Walter’s arm forward, closing his lips around his fingers.

Moaning as he tasted the first drops of your sweet nectar, all the while maintaining eye contact with you. Humming further as he cleaned them thoroughly with his tongue, clearly enjoying your juices.

Simply gawking at the erotic scene that played out in front of you, would’ve had you coming again if there had been any strength left in you.

Once Sy was finished, he winked at you, smacking his lips together, as if he’d just eaten the most delicious dessert.

Then another rumble sounded from the driver’s seat, “How does it taste?”

As you were slowly catching up with what was happening, you were a little mortified, at what you’d just done. You swiftly pulled your black panties back in place and your dress down.

Sy’s answer had you clenching some more though, “Fuckin’ fantastic. You should try it sometime.” The resounding groan from August, made you shiver with anticipation.

Walter’s hands held onto your hips, slotting your body perfectly against his broad chest, then he chuckled, “That was quite a show there. Pretty sure we enjoyed it just as much as you did, love.”

August growled, own knuckles having turned white from holding the steering wheel too tightly, “Agree to disagree.” He gestured down at his lap then at Sy’s, both trousers showing a telltale bulge.

Heat continuously shot through your body, not even getting a chance of cooling down, with all this sexual tension and in the guy’s case, sexual frustration, floating around.

Your boyfriend’s kind eyes twinkled at you, before uttering the next heat inducing sentence, “I’m sure you’ll make it up to us later, won’t you darling?”

PART 3

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Obedience

Synopsis: After finally getting the object of Professor Walker’s desires, he has her warm him under his desk.

Warnings: au August Walker, Professor!August, oral, cock warming, exhibition/public, StudentxProfessor, choking, presumed age gap, August’s pov

Note: This is part two to Examination and I highly recommend reading it first!!

The sounds of keys clicking echoed throughout the auditorium. It was the day of a major exam; one that took up a large percentage of my students' final grade for my class. I expected excellence out of them. Nothing less than perfection.

A soft slurp filled my ears.

That wouldn’t do.

I gave a quick tug on the belt in my left fist, pulling her forward and forcing even more of my cock past her lush lips.

My beautiful little angel.

Her bright eyes held mine as I cocked a brow. I felt myself twitch against the back of her throat. The feel of her was euphoric, but she had one job. One measly little task.

After months of watching her, cumming to the images of her in my brain, I finally had her. She was still so innocent. I was going to claim that- in every way. Starting with putting her beneath my desk, my dick down her throat and belt squeezing against her neck.

She was to only take me deep and keep still. Couldn’t have an auditorium full of hundreds of students hearing the suction of her cheeks or the dirty little moans she makes when my tip continually hits the back of her throat. She had to follow my orders.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as I stroked her hair. She was doing so well for me. I stroked her cheek and brought my thumb down to the side of her mouth, catching the drool that inevitably began to pool. As discreetly as I could, I brought my thumb to my lips, savoring the sweet taste of her.

I resumed grading the exams that had already been submitted, bringing my attention back up to my students. All of their heads were down, none the wiser. I couldn’t help the smirk of satisfaction I wore.

Her tongue gently moved on the underside of my cock, causing me to halt and take in a sharp breath. I looked down to see her pleading eyes, head trying to pull away. I slowly pulled on the belt, bringing her lips back up my length. I needed the warmth of her mouth.

A ring of pink lipgloss stained the base, little flecks of glitter shining up at me. Fuck, she was so cute. I’d make her wear it everytime.

Be a good little girl, I mouthed to her.

I didn’t dignify her with my attention for the rest of the allotted exam period. Not a glance. Just a tight hold on the belt that pressed against her lovely throat. I looked over to the seat she usually occupied, now left empty.

Now that I had my angel, I was not letting her go.

Fuck that. And fuck the consequences.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Blind Offer 7

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, manipulation, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: After a leak causes you to evacuate your apartment, your landlord offers a vacant unit that’s too good to be true. (short!plus!reader)

Character: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Lloyd Hansen, and August Walker

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Steve lets out a long breath and shuts the book. He lays it on the bath desk and nods. You stay where you, mashing your palms together by the door, longing to run away.  

“Take this away,” he demands curtly without looking at you. 

“Yes, sir,” you trip forward and clack your heels on the tile before you can steady yourself. 

You remove the empty glass, streaked with moisture, and put it on the counter. Then you lift the lap desk, balancing the book atop it, and rest it further back on the marble. The water shifts noisily behind you and reluctantly, you face him again. 

“I prefer the sage and peppermint soap,” he says as he leans back against the side of the tub, his head tilted back with a sigh, “ugh, long day...” 

You let his words hang. Is he mocking you? Yes. This is all at your expense. 

You near the tub again and look at the bath shelf. There’s several bottles that weren’t there before. You bend to reach over him as he waits expectantly. You take the black silicon body scrubber along with the sage soap and stand straight. You squeeze out a dollop onto the soft bristles and dare to look down on Steve. 

Oh. You try not to see, only try to do what he wants. You set the soap aside and dip the scrubber into the water then lather. You grip the edge of the tub as you lean over him. Your hand shakes as you reach to touch his broad chest. The tension eases as you drag across his firm muscle. 

He’s watching you. You feel his gaze and are caught glancing up by his crystal blue eyes. You blanch and he smirks. 

“When you use that toy, do you think of me?” He growls. 

You flinch but don’t recoil. You look down as you focus on washing his chest and shoulders. You swallow and bite down on your humiliation.  

“Honey, I know you’re not blind. Neither am I. You’re a gorgeous girl and well, look at me...” he purrs and brings his hand above the surface to tickle your other hand. “You wanna play with that toy tonight? Want someone to play with?” 

You quiver and dip your hand in the water again. He snickers and sits up, bracing the sides of the tub, and stands. The water slakes off of his thick form. 

“Why am I asking?” He faces you, “you’ll do whatever I want, honey.” He stands before you staunchly, “continue.” 

You continue to wash him. You push the suds down his stomach and he sucks it in as his muscles contract. You gets his sides then his back as he turns. The lower you get, the less diligent you are.  

When he faces you again, he catches your hand, and you let out a squeak. He’s hard. He slips the scrubber from your hand and replaces it with a cloth. He closes your grasp around his rigid length. 

“Gotta get it all,” he purrs. 

You tremble and he pumps your hand once, up, then down. 

“Be thorough, honey.” 

You stare at the lines of his torso, just above your hand. You move mechanically, stroking him firmly, gripping tighter just to keep from disassembling. He chuffs and shakes, grunting through his nose as he latches onto your chest. 

“Little more,” he grits between his teeth. 

You close your eyes and keep the motion. This is disgusting. He’s disgusting. And you have no choice. As he squeezes your tit, kneading it, you can only think of that woman in her smeared make up. Is she still around or are you merely a replacement? 

“Ah, god,” he spasms and warmth spurts up your forearm and down the washcloth’s edge. You open your eyes with immediate regret. His cum strings in glistening ribbons, the smell cutting through the scent of sage. “Mmm,” he fondles you a little more before he pulls away, “bad girls make messes, good girls clean them up.” 

You open your hand and let go of him. Before you can use it to wipe clean your arm, he snatches it. He holds it above you, dripping onto the tile in front of you. 

“No,” he sneers “not like that.” 

You frown in confusion. 

“Clean it up,” he repeats with punctuation and taps your mouth with his thick finger. 

His meaning sinks into your stomach and churns. You shudder and lift your arm. Your lip curls as you bring it up and poke out your tongue. The taste nearly makes your wretch. Your body racks as you make yourself lick up his cup. 

He hums as he watches you, “such a good girl, keeping me clean.” 

Your eyes sting with tears as your stomach and chest contract. You’re repulsed by yourself as much as him. How fucking weak are you just going along with it. What else can you do? The flashes of the woman’s pretty face streaked with tears and fear keep you from letting out the surge of self-hatred and rage. 

“Yes, sir,” you whisper. 

“Finish.” He demands. 

You swallow down the order and the taste of him. Humiliation roils around you, adding to the heat fed into the air by the bath water. He takes the washcloth and tosses it, returning the scrubber to your hand. You continue on the task, pretending as if you were merely washing a counter or a tabletop. 

When at last he’s content, he lowers himself back into the water. You cling to the scrubbie, unsure. He growls. You go rigid. 

“Hair.” 

The order is clear. You put the soap back on the shelf, trading it for shampoo in a similar scent. You use the small plastic jug to wet his hair, using your hand to block the pour from his face. You lather, scrubbing his scalp, the act made awkward as your thoughts race. You’ve never had to wash another person’s hair.  

His groans taint the innocent deed as he leans his head back. You try not to show your uncertainty. Your bottom continues to pulse each time you think of resisting. You can even recall exactly how the table felt against you with each heartless strike. 

You rinse out the soap, dragging your fingers through his hair, pouring until the water is clear and free of bubbles. You set the thing back as you found them and Steve stretches his neck with a choked grunt. He Pushes himself to his feet again, careless of the water that drips onto the floor. 

He steps over the edge and you back up. You search and grab the towel. The little things are your last attempt at appeasing him. You might just make it through the night. Does it matter? What about tomorrow? 

You dry him off as he drips onto the bath mat and around it. He lets you, bending for you to get his hair. Even naked, his size and strength is stark against your own. You don’t miss the twitching lower down either. 

“Did you lay my pajamas out for me?” He asks. 

You cringe. Of course, you’re missing something. You let him claim the towel as he wraps it around his waist.  

“Sorry, sir, I didn’t have the chance--” 

“Go, do it,” he commands. 

“Yes, sir.” 

You are happy enough to get some space. As demeaning as his tone is, it’s better than lingering. You turn and flit off to figure out the pajamas. 

You head down the hall and slow. Steve clears his throat from behind you and you turn back to find him peeking around the door frame. 

“The main bedroom. At the end,” he instructs. 

You nod and carry on. You’d almost gone into the room you’d been occupying. You deign to call it your own room. This place is not your home. It’s a prison and you hate yourself for not realising it sooner. Every single red flag waves in your memory and makes you want to tear your own eyes out. 

You go into the larger bedroom. You flick the light on and peer around. The overhead light has a simplistic white glass shade that casts over the space brightly. There are sconces on either side of the king bed, a switch beside each for their control, and nightstands that match the sleek black bed frame. Beneath the grand bed, a plush white rug across the dark hardwood. Like the rest of the house, it’s pristine. 

There’s a large closet nearly the expanse of a whole wall and two tall dressers, one to either corner as if to bookend the door you’ve come through. Another door stands opposite the closet through which you can only see shadows and the glean of the overhead light. It must be another bathroom. 

You step further inside and stop short as movement catches your eye. You didn’t notice your reflection before, there above the headboard of the bed. Your heart drops and you look up. The bed is mirrored perfectly by the reflective panel above. You shiver and turn to the dresser. 

You put your hand around the knob and pause. You squint as you bend to read the label and notice one on every drawer; each a single letter. You notice only four variations in initials; S, B, L, and A. That’s what they must be; S is Steve. Your blood simmers to a boil. There are more of them. That man on the speaker must be one of them. 

You pull open the top drawer marked S. You pull out a pair of pajamas; plain blue cotton, a tee and matching pants. You shut the drawer with your hip and carry the armful to the bed. 

You hear him coming down the hall. You lay the pajamas on the mattress and back up. He marches through and stops at the foot of the bed. He swipes the towel from around his waist and hurls it at you. You catch it with a gasp. 

“There’s a mess in there.” 

“Yes, sir,” you force out and keep the towel in hand. 

“Towel goes in the laundry tomorrow. With my clothes. Hamper at the end of the hall.” 

You repeat your acquiescence and carry on. The heels click incessantly beneath your strained arches. You enter the bathroom and gather up his disposed clothing. You ball it all up with the towel and dump it all in the standing hamper.  

You drain the tub and wipe down the sides. You take the washcloth from the sink and add it to the laundry. You’d rather burn it. You wash your hand before you finish sopping up the little puddles of water on the tile. You hang the bathmat over the edge of the tub to dry out. You even flush the yellow piss he left in the toilet. That feels especially deliberate of him. 

You return to him, click, click, click. You stop in the doorway as he pulls back the bedcovers. He glances over and narrows his eyes. Great, what cryptic order have you missed. 

“You don’t look ready for bed.” 

“Sorry, sir--” 

“Get changed,” he interrupts you, “come back here.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

Off again. You’re irked by how he orders you around. You feel like a dog. 

The room is barren of your things. It isn’t yours, that’s why. It’s made for the doll they’re trying to make you into. You go to the dresser and pull it open. It’s full of lace and silk and sheer fabrics. None of it meant for practicality. 

You pull out a jade green nightly and shake your head. You retreat to the bed and sit, clutching the silk. This isn’t right. For once in your life, you’d rather be stocking shelves amidst the greedy customers and crow-like managers. You hate this all. You hate yourself for not being strong enough to get out. 

“Never keep your man waiting,” the woman’s voice returns and makes you wince. You look around and find one of the picture frames has dissolved its usual image of a bicycle wheel and bucket. Her eyes is swollen and bruised despite her efforts to cover it with makeup, “men do not like to wait. You not only disrespect their time but them—Ah!” 

She throws her hand up to shield herself before the screen goes black. You whimper and slump your shoulders. Your lip trembles as tears threaten to spill over. You can’t do this. Eventually, you’ll slip up again. You don’t want to be like her. A hollow shell of fear and yet what else can you do? 

“Doll,” the man’s voice ripples through the air, “don’t make me repeat myself.” 

You look up at the ceiling defiantly. You scowl and the bodiless voice laughs.  

“Keep on,” he goads, “I’ll remember every single one.” 

You stand and put your chin down. His threat is clear. Tonight, it’s Steve, one night, it will be him. You strip down and as you pull the silk over your head, the man’s low timbre roll in the air. 

“Can’t wait, doll,” he taunts and the microphone clicks decisively. 

You collect the clothes and put those in the hamper as well. You come back down the hall and make certain the lights are all off. You make your death walk towards the main room and peek inside as you approach. Steve lays across the bed, his pants tented without shame. He has one light on at his side of the bed. 

“Turn that off,” he demands as you enter. 

You flick off the overhead and come forward. He lifts his head to watch you. You approach the side of the bed and he stretches his arm across to rub the space beside him. He flips back the covers and winks. 

“You look good but... green’s not my colour.” 

You furrow your brows as you warily touch the mattress, pressing one knee to the edge, “sorry, sir, should I change?” 

“No,” he rolls onto his side and grabs your arm, hauling you up impatiently, “I like the way your tits look in that.” 

You clamp your lips tight to keep form showing your repulsion. He forces you against him so you feel his need against you. He growls in his throat as his hand trails up your arm. He frames your chin and forces you to look at him. His nose brushes yours. 

“I knew you were perfect the day you signed the lease, honey,” he snarls as he rubs the tip of his nose against yours. “So sweet and soft--” 

You press your hand to his chest and whimper. The idea that he’s been planning this, that it was all manufactured, a trap, is worse than the reality itself. Was the washer made to break or was it just a perfect opportunity? 

“It’s really too bad no one’s seen you around the building in days...” he purrs, “and once you fail to turn up for work... well... they’ll replace you but who will really think to look. Another missing girl in the city. Forgotten with yesterday’s headlines.” 

“Please, stop,” you beg as you curl your fingers against the light cotton across his chest. 

“You should be thanking me, baby,” he pulls you with him as he falls onto his back, keeping you nestled in his thick arm, “a girl like you shouldn’t be stocking shelves and smiling at strange men.” He reaches with his other hand to flip off the light, “you should know your place. You need a good man, maybe more, to show you.” 

The darkness sets in with the ominous tilt of his words. There is no way out of it. And even if someone were to look for you, how could they even know you would be here? You never mentioned it to your coworkers, never thought to say anything to your mother’s sparse texts. She never answered anyhow. 

You were stupid. You trusted him. A fucking landlord. You should know better than that. 

[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.” 

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[mattmurdock42]

Henry's special night.

Summary: Henry's had a stressful week and you help him relax

Warnings: MASSAGES, BATHTUB, COCKWARMING, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

WC: +- 2k

It´s been three months since Henry started to work out for his new role, August Walker. He´d wake early and go to the gym, then, he´d go straight to the set´s gym to train for his fight scenes. He usually´d be home by 7 pm, but latelly, he was arriving at 9 pm, always sanding you picutes and videos of him training when he was late, apologizing and stuff. You didn´t knew how he could manage this schedule.

This has been his routine for a while now. However, this week you noticed he was a little different. He´d get home and go straight to the shower and bed, falling asleep in seconds. He used to always dine with you and talk and cuddle in bed, so this new behaviour of his shocked you. One day, while he was showering, you passed in front of the bathroom, which was with the door open, and you saw him leaned against the wall while the water ran against his back. You couldn't´t stand this situation anymore, not when, one day, his meals that he took to the trainig secions, came untouched. You knew all his diet, he needed to eat, and a lot, otherwise he wouldn´t even be able to stand still. You decided to do something, and it would be this weekend.

This friday he made home by 7 pm, then bath and bed as always. At weekends he would always just go to the gym and for a walk on the evening. He needed to go to the gym for his job, so you didn´t intervined in that, but tonight, he was not going out. You decided to accompany him in the gym, going 7 am, instead of your usual time, 5pm. You could tell he was tired, always yawning, sitting whenever possible, and making some exercises limited.

Getting home, you both went to have your morning snacks. "Henry, i´m worried about you." He looked confused at you. "You can barely stand still for to long. This days, your food came untouched. You need to obey strictly to your diet."

"Oh, that day i just forgot to eat, darling. It´s okay." He quietly says.

You knew he wouldn´t admit he was tired, he always wanted to pass an impression of being always strong, healthy and excited, rarelly letting his guard down. Moreover, you knew you were the only one he´d confess if something was bothering him. He trusted you with his life and didn´t know how he could love you so much.

"I won´t admit this situation to keep going. So, today i planned a special day for you." You say with a smile. He tries to say something but you cut him, already knowing he would say something against it, but in his heart, he really wanted it. "This saturday will begin with you taking a shower and doing whatever you want until i make luch, then, you´ll take a nap until down. During evening, i have a surprise for you."

"Baby girl, you know i don´t like surprises, even if they are nice, so tell me what it is." He pleaded.

"No baby girl today. Now, you are my baby boy, and will do as you are told. About the surprise, you´ll like it, don´t worry. Still, i´m not telling you." You winked.

He rolled his eyes and went to the bathroom. A few hours later lunch was ready. "Darling, do you have remedy for headache?" He asked you, because you were the one who usually had then, so his question was unexpected.

"Yes, i´m gonna get it." You go to your purse and reache him a pill. After lunch he was going to do the dishes but you sent him straight to bed, with a kiss on his lips and a soft smack on his ass, making him smile teasingly at you.

It was 4pm when you went to wake him. As you entered the bedroom you saw him shirtless tangled in your giant duvet. In your hands, you had a tray with boiled eggs, orange juice, and a sandwich of chicken with gratted carrot. The part of waking him, you left for Kal, who was standing by your side, waiting for your signal to wake his best friend. He patted the way through the bed, sniffing Henry´s feet who was out of the duvet. Henry sighed groggy, shifting in the bed. Kal got on the bed and went to lick Henry´s back. He turned to face Kal, opening his eyes and softly petting the dog´s head. Then, he turned to you. "Hello, my world." He says. You sat by his side on the bed and placed the tray on his lap. He kisses you on the cheek. "What i did to deserve this special treatment, may i know?" He asked. "Well, you worship me in every single way i could be worshiped, you give me love i didn´t know i deserved, and, the most important thing, you make me cum every week." He chuckled loud, smiling at you and saying "Well, maybe i should make you cum more, so i can always have special weekends." You grin and place your hand on his thigh, going up and down teasingly. "Maybe you should. You know, four times a week is enough for me." You joke. "Carefull with what you wish, my love. So, now it´s night, what is the surprise?"

You kissed him and gave a knowing smile, making him groan. " Now rest, dinner will be ready in a couple of hours, and you need to eat, my baby boy. Oh! And by the way, no going for a walk tonight. I´ll go with Kal to the park, but when i get home, i wanna see you doing nothing stressful, understood?"

"Yes, ma'am". He said with a pout.

After your walk, you put the lasagna in the oven and go to prepare things for the night. As you passed through the living room, you see your husband playing his video game. "Did your headache got better?" You asked as you seated by his side hugging his bicep. "Yes, that nap was heaven." He said as he didn´t took his eyes from the game. You untengled yourself from his arm and when you went to get up, you feel one giant arm embrace your waist and pull you backwards. You fall on Henry´s lap. With his other arm, he leans you to the side for a kiss. "Is this surprise anything that involves, i don´t know... my body? Since you comanded me to sleep all day."

"Yes, it does involve your body. But not in that way." You managed to say before your lips smashed togheter. "You are mine" he whispers as he lets you go. As you prepared the bedroom and the bathtub, you went to set the table. You both ate and did the dishes, Henry pestering you all the time, like a curious child.

"Now that everything is set on it´s place, can we go to the surprise part? It´s killing me!" He whined.

"Well, if you want it so much, lets go." He suddenly pulled you to a passionate kiss, sliding his hands with hunger to your ass, placing one between you legs, massaging your core. You break the kiss and push him away, one hand on his chest. "What have i told you? This is not the surprise." You grab his hand and guides him to the bedroom.

As he entered he saw candles everywhere and a chair by the bed. "Darling, if the surprise is not sex, then i really don´t know what it is." He says as he looked confused at you. You push him to seat on the bed. "My baby boy, i watched you on those videos that you send me of you training and i saw how stiff you were, you are to stressed. So, i´ll make you relax this night." You explain as you cup his cheek and with the pad of your thumb you massage his cheek. "Now, get naked." You command. He does as he is told. "Seat on the chair, but with your back turned to me." He straddles the chair. "hug the chair and straight your posture." As he does, you start to massage his shoulders. He flinches and let a pain sigh scape. He was too stiff. "My baby, so many knots. I can´t let you get to this state again." You start to work on it, making his shoulders go down slowly. When you were done, he inclines his head back, lips slightly parted. You grab both sides of his head and inclines it to expose his neck. You start to massage it, giving soft squeezes. You can feel his Adam´s apple. After you finish you say "Now, lay on the bad, back´s up." You straddle him and starts to work on his tensioned low back muscles, where he kept all his weight. After many minutes scrubbing and undoing knots, you went to his chest, feeling his defined abdominal muscles under your hands. You loved his broad chest, it made you feel safe and cozy. After he was entirely relaxed, you gave squeezes to his legs to release the accumulated tension.

The massage part was over. You sat beside his head on the bed and quietly says. "My baby, i´m finished." You say as you pet his head. "It´s my special night, so i demand more." He whispers, eyes still close. "Darling, your muscles are completely soft now, and the night is still not over." You took his hand and lead him to the bathroom. You had prepared the bathtub full of bubbles and soaps. "Get in there and seats in the middle." After he did, you seat behind him. Each of your legs on each side of his body. You pull him to lean on your chest. He hummes silently. "You are my favorite person on this universe. I must have been an angel in some other life to deserve you." He whispers.

"Well, i can´t say if you were or were not, but i certainlly was, because i got the most gentleman, loving, funny, smart, worshiping, prestative and handsome husband ever." You say as you place a kiss on his hair.

You both just stay there for a considerable time. After, you take a shower and go to bed.

"This was the best night of my life, dove."

"I´m glad you enjoyed it." You say as he pulls you closer, cuddling you. "You know how you were suggesting something before, then i started thinking..." You didn't finish your sentence with words, letting your actions take control. Your fingers went through his short's waistband and you grabbed his cock, already semi-hard, giving it gentle strokes. "Let me cockwarm you. I missed you these days, we didn't cuddled for so long!" You whisper, your lips hovering his. Before you could tell,he had already turned you over, back pulled to chest. You took off your pajamas and he entered you, making you gasp. Gosh, how you missed his giant cock. You both fall asleep in each other arms. The next day, you would give even more care to your baby boy.

[nickfowlerrr]

baby, all night.

GIF by demivampirew

pairing: august walker x curvy!reader

words: 1.3k

warnings: 18+ only. cockwarming. teasing. literally just smut lol.

notes: first time posting for august...we'll see how this is received lol. he's got three fics in my docs atm but none are finished quite yet. i couldn't resist writing something for him for these little smutty xmas drabbles though.

inspired by this txt post, this is one of seven characters i’m writing this prompt of sorts for. thank you in advance for reading and as always, reblogs and comments and welcome and so appreciated.

Your eyelids flutter shut, eyes threatening to roll back as his large hands move you to sink down once more onto his throbbing length. When you’re fully seated on his lap, his cock snug inside of you, you lean your back against him, your head resting on his shoulder as you fight the urge to move.

You really have no clue how he manages to last as long as he does, how he can keep this torturous game up for what feels like hours and hours on end. You don’t have the restraint, the self control that Walker does - he knows that well enough.

It’s why he loves this so much; seeing the pathetic look in your eyes the moment you can’t take any more, when you shatter around him, finally giving in to him entirely.

He’ll take care of you during the comedown but as soon as he knows you’re good to go, that’s when his real fun begins. All of this preamble is nothing more than foreplay for him. You both know the night hasn’t even really started.

You don’t know why tonight of all nights you agreed to this game again, but you did - and now you’re trying your best to win. There’s a first time for everything, maybe you’ll pull off a Christmas Eve miracle.

There’s a deep rumble that sounds from the man behind you, and a glimmer of hope lights in you that just maybe he’s closer to his end than he wants you to believe. You both know you’re hanging on by a thread.

But you can hold out a little longer.

You think.

Just as you begin to level out your breathing, your focus returning to the black and white Christmas movie still playing on the screen, the hands on your hips hold you tighter as August scoots back on the couch, jostling you atop him as he gets more comfortable. The moan that leaves you as his cock moves along your walls, rubbing against that perfect spot just right, is almost embarrassing. But you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when it feels that good.

August spreads his thick legs, causing yours to do the same as they are resting on the outside of his. His manspreading leaves you completely open and exposed and as he relaxes into the couch, you slump further into him, a soft whimper passing your lips as he brings one hand to rest on the top of your thigh, squeezing your plushness there before he spreads his hand, his long fingers against your inner thigh, his thumb dangerously close to your clit. He “innocently” rubs his thumb up and down your skin - not touching your pussy, but just along it, and with the pressure he’s using, and how sensitive you already are, you feel tingles as he stokes your fire. You’re breathless as your eyes squeeze shut,

“You’re cheating,” you nearly whine. He laughs, turning his head to kiss your temple, not stopping his movements.

“I’m not breaking any rules. I’m not touching anywhere I’m not allowed to,” he defends himself.

“Close enough,” you argue. He’s less than an inch away from actually rubbing your pussy and you’re less than two seconds away from moving his hand closer so he can play with your aching clit and finally give you what you really want.

You groan feebly as you begin to writhe atop him, arching your back as your walls clench around his cock. August hisses and grips your thigh tight, his other hand coming up to grip your jaw as he forces you to be still against him. His lips are against your ear as he breathes a little heavier.

“No. Moving,” he reminds you gruffly. “And open those pretty eyes for me, baby. You’re gonna miss the climax.” You can feel his smirk against your cheek and you huff at his taunting. He thinks he’s so fucking funny.

You settle once more into his hold and he kisses your cheek, his thumb rubbing the soft skin of your face before he slides his hand down, slyly over your chest where he squeezes you.

“August!” you yell in irritation as your walls squeeze around him in turn. “You’re such a fucking cheat,” you complain, head pressing back once again.

“That was an accident,” he says nonchalantly.

“God, and you’re a liar. Remind me again why I put up with you?”

He laughs darkly and speaks confidently,

“No one else could ever make you feel this good. You know your pussy was made for my cock," he gloats, "just look how well she takes it.” August nuzzles your cheek as he continues taunting you. "There's about thirty minutes left of the movie. I know I can last, what about you?" He leans closer as his lips brush your ear, "I can see the tremble in your legs, pretty girl. Why don't you just give in, huh?"

"Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you. I'm not losing this time. I've had tonight planned all week," you remind him breathily. "That blindfold has your name written all over it. I'm in charge tonight, you agreed. You can't just get home and change the rules on me," you pout, your hand gripping his thick thigh as you try to calm yourself down, once again teetering embarrassingly on the edge of ecstasy.

"I didn't change the rules, angel. I proposed a game, which you agreed to. Can't back out now that you're losing."

"'M not," you argue. "I just- argh fuck!" you throw your head back again, moaning as the pressure builds, August shaking his leg, and thus you, up and down. "Feels so good," you moan through clenched teeth, fingernails digging into his thighs.

"Open your eyes," he demands huskily, and you obey without thought, your eyes looking up into his as he holds you tight around your waist, keeping you against him as your legs really begin to shake. He smiles beautifully when he sees it - that look in your eye that says you're done for. "There it is, sweetheart," he speaks quietly, voice low and gravelly, "that's it, let it happen. Let go for me."

You fall apart all together at his words, feeling like putty as he lets his fingers graze over your cunt, rubbing your clit with just the right amount of pressure as he kisses your face, your head back on his shoulder as you let your orgasm overwhelm you. It's wave after wave of pleasure until you finally ease in his hold, coming down from the drawn out high.

As your breathing starts to regulate, you pout once more as the realization of your loss hits you.

August chuckles as he holds you, still. "You put up a good fight, baby, I have to admit... Look," he says, tilting and turning your face to face him, "I know you put a lot into tonight, and it's Christmas Eve, so I'll be nice." He leans in and you let him kiss you once before you give in and return it, deepening the kiss before pulling away.

"Yeah?" you ask, voice hopeful.

He nods and you bite your lip in excitement, nearly preening before leaning over to grab the silk black blindfold from where you had placed it on the table - both of you effected by the movement, August's dick still hard and throbbing inside you. He groans under his breath; his hands massage your hips as you lean back and settle against him again for a second.

"I'm in charge?" you ask for clarity's sake, wanting his confirmation.

"Yes, sweetheart, you're in charge."

"Okay," you grin, "then let's start with this," you say as you dangle the blindfold in front of his face. August raises a brow at you and you laugh mischievously, "I have a game in mind, too."