T/W: This is an ADULT story, so 18+ for sexual content. It's all smut. No real plot. Blindfolding. Blowjob. Vaginal Sex. Unprotected sex. Dirty Talk. Dom Talk. And a bit of cuddling after.
Word Count: 1k
Summary: Dom!August is in a mood to remind you where your place is and he's not going to be gentle about it.
A/N: Still testing the waters out for August Walker. This is terrible and I'm sorry. I haven't been writing as regularly as I used to, so I am expecting this to be a bit clunky and rusty. I make my own graphics. Requests are open. Anons are always welcome.
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Your naked body being forced down onto its knees could only mean one thing: August was in the mood to play rough. He towers over your helpless frame with his chest heaving up and down. His jaw clenched, and his palms twitched with the idea of busting your little ass and feeling your tender flesh under his fingers. He wanted you to know your place with him. He wanted to remind you who you belonged to.
The view of you right now sent him into overdrive. An animalistic instinct came out in him. He wants to devour you and to feel you wrap around him tightly. He wants to be the reason you moan and beg. You were August's little toy, and he was going to use you as such.
He starts to unbutton his cufflinks and rolls up his shirt sleeves. You nod your head confidently and lick at your lips, admiring the way his shirt clung to his large and toned frame. When August was in a mood, you were always more than happy to oblige him. There was something about him taking complete control of you that helped ease your days and your mind. And the way your body felt after, that was always just a bonus.
You couldn't help but eagerly smile and watch as August's large hands moved to take off his tie. He drapes it over your eyes and ties it behind your head, and your vision is blocked off. Your senses go into overdrive, and you can hear him breathing heavily. You can feel his presence towering over you still. Goosebumps spread over your body, causing your hair to stand on its ends.
August reaches down and undoes his belt. You can hear the buckle moving around, and the anticipation starts to get to you. He slides his belt off and holds it in his hand a moment as he undoes himself and frees his hard cock from the restricting clothing. The feeling of being free causes him to moan slightly, and he smirks, looking down at you. He's watching as your lips part instinctually, ready to take him into your mouth.
"You want to taste me, Kitten?" He asks you.
"Yes, Sir." You softly respond to him, nodding your head slightly.
August smirks as he takes a few steps forward and places a hand on the back of your head. You straighten out your back and open your lips in time to feel his soft head touching your bottom lip before it slides easily over your tongue and into your mouth. You close your lips around him and start to move your head into a back and forth motion. The smell of August's cologne, sweat, and natural scent hit your nose, and you can't help but commit it to your memory.
Your senses are overloaded. Every little move, grunt, or moan coming from August is heightened. His hand on the back of your head feels more powerful than usual as he roughly pulls at your hair and starts to guide your motions against his cock.
"That's right, Kitten. Just like that." He says emphatically, as his head hangs back, and he lets out a loud, deep-throated groan. Your lips around his cock gives him goosebumps. He pumps into your mouth with a steady pace as his mind focuses on the way your lips tightly wrap around him. Your hands moved to brace yourself as you rest them on his thighs, gently pulling at his dress slacks as you push him to the back of your throat a moment and hold him there.
August groans loudly as he feels you take in his entire length. He shivers a moment, his whole body trembling like you had given him a cold chill up his spine. "Oh good girl." He says as he quickly pulls himself out of your mouth and is quick to strip off his clothes. He looks down at you and smiles.
"Stand up." He commands you as he takes his free hand and helps you up. You smile and bite down on your bottom lip as August leans in and starts to kiss at your neck. He nips at you, bitting down slightly, leaving little marks against your skin. As if to mark his territory for a moment. He steps forward, pressing you against the wall. His free hand moves to your warm wet core, and his fingers start to play with your swollen bud.
The combination of his hot breath on your neck and his fingers playing with your parts, causes you to moan, and he responds with a smirk that you can't see. He removes his hand from your bud and lifts his head so that his lips graze against your ear.
"Look at you, you are so wet. Do you want my cock, baby?"
"Yes." You whimper.
"How badly do you want it?" He asks in return.
"So badly. Please? Please fuck me."
"Say it again, Kitten."
"Please fuck me." You start to beg him.
"Louder!" He growls at you.
"Please fuck me!"
With a quick motion, August lifts you up and wraps your legs around him. He slides his cock inside you, filling you up and already hitting your sweet spot. Your senses go into overdrive, and your start to move your hips with his motions.
"That's right, Kitten. Fuck me back." He commands you as he pumps up inside you. He moves one hand to your ass bracing you a moment as his other hand moves to the wall, and he braces his weight against it. He guides your motions as best he can, making sure they are rough and that you are taking every inch of him that you can possibly fit inside you. You whimper as he slams his cock into you, and you moan as he almost slides it out of you completely only to slam its entire length back into you.
"Don't stop, please." You start to beg him. "Harder."
He's happy to oblige, but first, he changes your position. He carries you to his bed and lays you down on the edge of it, his massive weight hovering over you as he slams himself back inside you. Your back arches against the bed, and you pull at the blankets under you.
"Oh fuck!" You scream for him.
"Who do you belong to Kitten?" He moans.
"You."
"You, what?" He corrects you, slamming roughly up into you, making you whimper a moment before you say the correct phrase.
"You, Sir!"
"Good Girl. Say it again.?
"I belong to you, Sir!"
"Oh fuck yes!" He moans at your response.
His hips crash into your roughly, and he pressed himself into you, pumping at a quick pace. He can feel the pressure start to build at the base of him and he knows he's going to fill you up if he keeps at this pace, but August can't stop himself, and he can't bring himself to slow down.
"Fuck Kitten. Fuck. Fuck." He moans repeatedly as he grips at the bedspread. Your hands move to his back scratching down, which causes him to only fuck you harder. "You are going to make me cum, Kitten..." He says in a breathy tone.
"Cum for me. Please. Please." You beg him, needing to feel his sweat release. You wrap your legs around him, your fingers dig into his back and shoulders. August's hips press up into you, and his body shakes as he releases inside of you. He moans loudly, his cock twitches several times, and thrust starts to slow down. And as he finishes you are quick to finish with him, pressing your hips up as your lower body trembles with your orgasm.
Both of you stop for a moment and catch your breath before August falls to the side of you. He reaches over and takes off his tie from around your eyes. Both of you smile at each other before your rollover and rest your head on his large chest. You take a moment to listen to the way his heartbeat sounds as his hand moves to plays with your hair a moment before he speaks again.
"You are such a good girl." He says softly as he pulls you in closer. You gaze up at August and smile. He smiles back down at you before closing his eyes a moment, simply holding your body as close to his as possible.
A little August Walker blurb, this is my first time working with this character… be nice lol.
I've neglected to give the Henry Cavill community some content for the past week and a half. So here is something to hold you all over for a little bit lol.
With August, you knew better. You knew not to push those buttons, to test his patience, but you did it anyway. You strained just enough to feel the swat across your ass, the pull of your hair, the hand around your throat, the sound of him clear his throat, or tap his finger against a hard surface. You pushed his patience just enough to be corrected but never too much, though the thought always crossed your mind. Today, today was that day.
"Why must you talk back?"
"Why must you be so bossy?"
"Are you getting sassy?"
"What if I am? What are you going to do about it?" You press mentally prepared for whatever comes your way.
"Do you really want to find out?" His jaw clenched.
"What? Are? You? Going? To? Do? About? It?" You tilted your head and looked over his face.
Licking his lips, he reached for your wrist, pulling you close to him; he spun you around and forced your hands on the counter.
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. August gave 3 solid smacks across your ass. His jaw clenched, thinking about your attitude and your sass. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK. He gave you six more, his breathing heavy, you winced, and a tear fell from your eyes. Looking over your face, he pulled you up and looked over your face wiping away a tear.
"Are you done?" He asks fixing his shirt sleeves and tucking some hair behind your ear.
Nodding your head, you let out a soft breath.
"You're pretty when you cry after a punishment. Now behave."
With a nod and a sniffle, you straighten your skirt and lean in and give him a kiss on his cheek.
Request: “Oh my, I need to recover from that angst August piece 🥺 I don't know if you are taking requests hun, but If you are, could I request August x Reader where she is his own private nurse at home after the accident? He is a little bit just like August in the beggining not giving much away (and now even more becausehe is ashamed of his scars) but after some time they fall in love for each other? Thank you hun ❤️”
@lovelycavills thank you for this lovely request. I absolutely adored this idea. This is a short little piece as its been sitting in my drafts for forever and a day. I will be continuing on this story though.
Warnings: swearing, mentions of injury
AU! - In which August survives Kashmir & you are his private nurse.
Buy Me a Coffee
“Are you afraid of me?” August startles you as you’re fluffing his pillows. Leaving the soft cushion in its rightful place, you turn to face him. There he stands in the doorway, his good arm resting against the frame, the arm concealed in a cast resting idly by his side.
“What?” You cannot conceal the surprise in your voice at his question, completely surprised by the vulnerability in his voice.
“You heard me, dove.” His gaze doesn’t quite meet yours, eyes cast downwards as his fingers play with a loose string from the stockinette beneath the shell of his cast. “Are you afraid of me?”
“No.” The single word leaves your mouth without hesitation as a soft sigh leaves his lips. Yes, you had heard him the first time and there was no denying your honesty to him. You could never be afraid of the man that stands before you, despite not being able to look at him directly as you admit to it.
“Dove?” His eyes are on you now, unwavering, yet they glisten with hope as you raise your head to face him. “If you really mean-“ He takes a steady steps towards you, so unsure of himself as he moves in your direction. August stops mere inches from where you stand, his stare fixed with yours, emotions running rampant in the blue of his eyes. “If you really mean that, look me in the eyes, and say it again.” His tone is demanding, strong with authority and you cannot deny that it sends a chill down your spine that travels through your body, right to your core. With a steadying breath, you refuse to meet his watchful gaze as you speak again. “No, August. I’m not afraid of you.” As you finish speaking, it seems that August regains some of his old confidence, as he surges forwards to press his mouth against yours. Albeit shocked, you immediately respond to his kiss, your own lips mirroring his own urgent actions.
His moustache scratches at the skin above your lip, but you welcome it gladly, tangling you fingers into his hair as you pull him against yourself. With a groan, August removes his mouth from yours, his good hand cradling your neck as his gaze drifts over each feature of your face, landing again on your lips.
“August.” You are breathless as you stare at him, trying to bring air into your lungs. Yet the fire that burns in the pit of your stomach makes you crave his kiss again. “That wa-“
“A mistake.” He moves away suddenly, turning his back to you as he smacks his hand into the wall. “Fuck!” You startle slightly at his outburst, feeling tears beginning to pool in your eyes as you gasp. August’s breathing is erratic. “A fucking mistake, I- I’m sorry, Y/N. I-I shouldn’t have done that, that was stupid of me.”
“August, please.” Hurt is laced within your voice, causing him to look at you once again. There are tears in his own eyes and it pains you to see him so vulnerable again. “Please don’t push me away. I can’t bare it. August, I’m in-“
“Don’t! Don’t lie to me. Please, don’t lie to me.” His voice is harsh at first, as he interrupts you, his emotions so clearly on his sleeve.
“I love you.” You say it firmly and confidently, tears running down your cheeks. “I love you.” The second time you say it with a smile on your face, a laugh of relief leaves you as you confess your feelings to him.
“No, you don’t. Please Y/N, do not torture me like this.”
“August Walker, I am in love with you.”
You watch him as the truth settles in and the expression on his face softens.
“You love me?” The way in which he speaks breaks your heart, an evident fear of rejection in his uncertainty to question you.
“Yes!”
As if on a mission, August moves towards you and pulls you against his body, crushing you in a hug. Sobs wracking through his body as he holds you tightly.
“I love you so much. Since the day you walked in here and told me ‘no’. I have loved you more each day, don’t leave me.”
Request: Ok so how about a scenario about how August would act around his crush? Like they are his new help after Sasha left and he caught feelings. From August's pov, please!
Fandom: Tales from the Borderlands
Genre: Fluff
Pov: August's
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My stomach felt weird again… What was wrong with me? Maybe it was something I ate?
“August? Are you listening?” I snapped out of my daydreaming when (y/n)’s voice brought me back to reality. Their voice was so pretty...
“What? I--uh, yeah?”
I saw that playful smirk cross their lips.
“Okay, then what did I say, Smart guy?”
Shit…
“Something about skags?” My answer wasn’t very convincing, but (y/n) took it anyway and leaned backward slightly.
“Yes, actually. Well, half right.”
Do I… Like (y/n)? I mean I was kinda with Sasha for a while, but… Ever since (y/n) started helping around the bar, I couldn’t think straight.
“Since you’re technically my boss, I needed to ask you whether it would be okay if I could check on something, it won’t take long, no longer than a day,” They convinced.
My face was red, I could feel it. Maybe having (y/n) away for a bit would help clear my head.
“You sure you can handle it?” I asked them.
(y/n) lightly scoffed at my words and stood to their feet.
“I’ll be fine. I’ll be back late tomorrow,” They reassured me.
I had an urge to kiss (y/n), but I knew I couldn’t. I watched from behind the bar as (y/n) quickly left the bar. I breathed a slow and steady sigh.
Everything seemed so quiet and still, now, this was really different. Not right.
What could (y/n) be doing right now? Maybe it was another mission from the vault hunters? God, I hoped they didn’t wanna be a vault hunter; that wouldn’t be good. (y/n)’s still young, I didn’t want them to dive into the life of a vault hunter.
I drummed my fingers against the bar lightly, watching the time slowly tick by; it was almost torturous. It had only been a few hours, but I couldn’t help but feel worried about their safety. Shit, I did like them, didn’t I? My eyes lazily shot to the door as it opened…
(y/n) fell into the bar, holding a hand to their side. I hopped over the counter to aid them. I slowly picked (y/n) up, careful to not touch the wound and placed them onto the counter.
“You gonna tell me why you’re bleeding on my counter?” I asked, my voice nonchalant but I, of course, did care.
I waited for a response while I grabbed the first aid kit to patched them up.
“Well, um, the mission was fine; it was on the way back here that I had trouble. I got jumped by a psycho. I’m fine, just--” (y/n) started to say but was cut off by me.
“Yeah, I got it. Don’t worry,” My head was filling with worries about doubts. I knew they’d be okay, but I was still worried. Stupid crush bullshit. My eyes narrowed slightly as I patched up the wound on (y/n)’s side, it was fine; they were fine. “I don’t know how I feel about you going off on missions like this. You always come back hurt, you know that? Something worse could happen to you, or I--” I breathed for a moment, my heart was slower, I could feel it rise into my throat. “I like you. Shit… I like you a lot.” (y/n) slowly sat up, still sitting on the counter of the bar to face me. Oh, shit. I couldn’t believe I said all of that.
“August, are you serious?” (y/n) almost whispered to me.
I felt my features contort into an expression of worry.
“I am, but… The last time I got into a serious relationship it turned out to be a scam. I don’t wanna go through that again… It’s hard finding people who actually wanna be with me,” I confessed.
My hands slowly trailed from (y/n)’s waist to meet their hands.
“August… I’d never hurt you like that. You’ve known me long enough, right?”
I felt my body stiffen as (y/n) quickly moved forward to crash their own lips into mine. For the first time, I felt sparks. Nothing compared to Sasha.
August: “I’m not perfect, (Y/N). I know I made a mistake. I know that! But I still love you and I’m trying to be better for you. I’m trying to change.. for you. Please conside that. Please.. forgive me for what I did.”
Imagine August Walker calling you while he's on his way home.
T/W: No real triggers, just a little bit of August, a pet name, and him threatening to bust your ass if you aren't ready on time. Super short and simple.
A/N: I have never written anything for August before, so please be nice. This is kind of just testing the waters. Lol. I DO NOT take credit for this gif, credit goes to the maker.
Your cell phone rings and you rush to answer it, fumbling over the stuff on the coffee table as you go to reach for it. Today had been a mostly lazy day for you, lounging around in something comfortable. You had forgotten that you were supposed to be dressed and ready by a specific time.
"He-hello?" You answer with a smile.
"Kitten, I am on my way home."
You couldn't help but smile, wiggling slightly in your seat. You were so excited to see him, he had been away on work for so long now. You look at the time and then it dawns on you: you were supposed to be ready already! You jump up off the couch and quickly walk to the bedroom.
"Are you ready for dinner?" He asks you.
"Um.."
"Kitten, you better be ready. I will be home very, very soon."
You let out a nervous chuckle and a small sigh. He knew you weren't ready by the sound of your response. Well, more like the lack of your response. He chuckles softly, shaking his head as he looks down and checks his watch.
"You have one hour to be ready, or when I get home, your ass is going to be busted."
"Yes Sir." You say as you quickly pull some clothes from the closet and toss them on your bed.
"Good Girl. I'll see you soon." He hangs up the phone and slides his phone into his pocket. You hang up the phone and toss it down on the bed next to the clothes. What are you going to wear?
Request: Please could I request August with a reader who looks intimidating/has difficulty showing their emotions, but is actually just a big softie and cares for him a lot? thank you! :3
Fandom: Tales from the Borderlands
Genre: Fluff
Pov: August's
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I stared at (y/n) from behind the bar as she cleaned up around the bar. I didn’t understand why she didn’t show her emotions very often. I could count how many times she had actually smiled on one hand. All those times we were alone. I worried about her. I should ask her why she was like this. I wanted to help her, but I didn’t know how. I honestly didn’t know if she actually--
“Jesus, It’s like a fuckin’ robot,” A patron grumbled under his breath.
I jumped out of my thoughts and looked over at (y/n) for her reaction, her knuckles were turning white, she was getting angry. I took long strides to her and cross my arms over my chest. Damn drunks. I know (y/n) wasn’t the most bubbly person around these parts, but… she was my girl. I had to protect her.
“There a problem here?” I asked the patrons.
I glanced to the side to check on (y/n), her shoulders were shaking. I hadn’t seen her like this in so long. (y/n) was able to hide her emotions too well. More than I wish she did.
“Yeah, she’s creepin’ me out with her monotone face. If ya want more business, then I’d suggest you get a girl that actually tends to smile more and showing some more skin couldn’t hurt,” One of the men said.
I could feel my jaw clenching with rage, I hadn’t been this angry since Fiona and Sasha screwed me over 10 million dollars. I turned to (y/n) to see her looking at me with wide eyes, watching my every action. God, those eyes…
“Sweetheart? Do you think you could go to the upstairs cellar and grab me a bottle of whiskey?” I asked her.
(y/n) stared at me for a moment, trying to read me.
“Sure.”
I gave her a small smile and watched as the corners of her lips twitched up for split second. I would’ve missed it if I were to blink. I waited until her body disappeared upstairs to confront the drunks.
“Now, I want you to think very carefully about what you just said about her,” I said, my voice dropped a few octaves to intimidate the men.
I beckoned Tector closer to me, this wasn’t the first time I’d have to kill someone in my bar, and it wouldn’t be the last. I slowly brought my gun into sight, resting it on the table. It’d only take a simple moment to shoot them both.
“Look, Man. It isn’t my fault if that girl you got can’t simply smile at people. It’s not a lot to ask for,” They said.
I took a deep breath before I shot one of these assholes in the leg, watching him let out an agonizing scream of pain. I kinda wanted to do this silently so (y/n) wouldn’t have to hear this, but… Oh, well.
“Don’t talk about her like that, you don’t know who she is or her past. You have absolutely no right to talk about any women like that, you don’t know them what their day was like, or any single speck of their past. Normally, I would just shoot you in a non-lethal area and send you on your merry way, but… You messed with my girl. So now you have to pay,” I growled out.
Tector took another step to be even with me. I’d need him to drag the bodies out in about a minute, maybe less. The room was silent for a minute, the only thing I could hear was the light footsteps upstairs. I needed to hurry.
“What do you wanna do, Boss?” Tector asked.
Without answering my employee, I shot both of the douchebags in the head, killing them instantly. I took a few deep breaths before I stepped back and turned toward the stairs, watching (y/n) slowing descending them.
“Shit… Get them out of here. I don’t care what you do with them, just… get them away,” I ordered.
Tector did what I say with ease, leaving me and (y/n) alone. I followed her movements with my eyes, she moved from the stairs to behind the bar, slowly pouring me a shot of whiskey.
“You didn’t have to that, you know,” She said.
I placed my gun back into my holster before sitting across (y/n), downing the shot.
“I did because they were wrong,” I said. (y/n) stopped moving, staring. Waiting for me to continue. I had her attention now. “I noticed. I’ve always noticed the small twitches of a smile or a laugh. I know you have trouble expressing emotions and that’s okay. I think you’re perfect,” My eyes trailed from my empty shot glass to her--she was crying, shit. Did I say something wrong? “Um, sorry… I-” I was terrible at this.
“You mean that?” She asked tearfully.
I carefully reached across the bar to hold one of her hands.
“Of course, I’d never lie to you,” I told her. I stood up to press a small peck to her forehead. “Never. You mean too much to me.”
