Ragdoll | Dark August Walker Smut One-Shot
Apparently I’m on a Henry Cavill kick. This one is dark and has some Daddy kink in it so steer clear if that’s not your thing. It’s rough and could be interpreted as dubcon. Fair warning to anyone who finds that triggering. I understand that this fic might not be everyone’s thing.
Dark August Walker x reader (written inclusively)
Word Count: 1,496
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI. Smut, Dub con, Daddy kink, degradation, female masturbation, p in v, anal, spanking, sub/dom
You promised you wouldn’t-- it was a rule after all-- but as you scrolled through your camera roll, you felt your body ignite with desire. Picture after picture of August’s behemoth cock, sent to you from afar with a promise of destroying you when he returned. You had waited 10 days, 10 LONG days, but were near breaking. If August ever found out he’d be livid. You weren’t to touch yourself in his absence-- Daddy didn’t like that-- but he would never know.
You settled into the bed, shimmying your panties off and removing your t-shirt, your breasts already free from a bra (that was another rule, no bras in the house). You started rubbing your tender clit in small circles with your manicured finger. It was achey from throbbing and the pressure was an instant release. It only took moments for familiar pressure to build but you were desperate to be filled. You kept a dildo, one that reminded you of August, tucked under the corner of the mattress but never actually used it. It was one thing to touch yourself while he was away, it was another thing entirely for anyone- or anything- to fill you up while he was gone. You shuddered at imagining his reaction if he ever found out.
You reached for the dildo with trepidation, almost pausing to return it to its hiding spot but you were nearly whimpering with need. Against your better judgement, you slide the dildo into your weeping hole, clenching it instantly and imagining August. You find a rhythm, one you’d been craving since the moment he walked out the door ten days ago, as your face grows flushed and you begin to make a mess on the bed.
August was meant to return in 3 more days but he cut the trip short when his business contact proved to be useless. He had duties at home and grew frustrated at the fruitless trip. His blood was near boiling by the time his long plane ride concluded and he wearily climbed the front steps to the immense home where he kept his princess.
It was instant. The familiar sound of your moan from upstairs. His eyes shoot to the stairs and the tips of ears grow flame red with rage. This was forbidden - his princess touching herself in his absence. After that fucking useless trip. After that fucking long flight. He comes home to find disobedience. He drops his bags where he’s standing and makes for the stairs, a controlled and menacing march. He hears it again - the whimpers and moans tumbling from your lips. Those were his to claim and his alone. As he climbs the steps, is rage grows exponentially, his jaw clenched and his lips contorted into a snarl. He unbuckles his belt as he takes the steps and frees his cock, hard with menace, straining painfully against his trousers. His pace continues unaltered as he reaches the top floor and rounds the corner to the bedroom.
You’re splayed out on the bed, legs spread wide, your wetness covering your slit when he sees it-- the dildo, stuffing your whole and spearing you deep and something within him snaps. His mind goes black as he’s consumed with a cocktail of unbridled fury and menacing lust.
In three strides he’s in front of you, your eyes still closed in ecstasy, as he yanks the dildo from your hole and hurls it across the room, shattering the bedside lamp. Your eyes pop open in terror, your heart racing at the sight of him and the absence in your core instant.
“Aug -” you begin but with near instant speed he slams his steel cock into you. You gasp for breath at his depth, his rage stunningly apparent. August did everything with anger, this wasn’t new, but this time there was a haunting blackness in his eyes, a primal rage you hadn’t known before. He pummels you mercilessly with a force that feels unsustainable. Every thrust is a ram up the length of the bed, your tits slamming hard up your body and a bruise blooming on your ass as he slams it with his form. Your slit stings, his deepness tearing new space with every thrust. Tears prick in your eyes - fear and pain flooding you, competing for your attention with your growing arousal.
“Daddy I’m sorry,” you weep, your body being wrecked with his savagery.
“You’ll learn your lesson,” he grunts, his movements undeterred. He leans the weight of his form deeper onto your prone body, folding your body in half so that your calves nearly rest beside your ears on either side. His angle is so deep you feel the sting in the pit of your core, almost a tugging sensation each time he thrusts, intent on destruction. Your tears flow in earnest but you receive your punishment -- your safe word floating in the back of your mind but never crossing your lips.
His pace quickens, bucking into you with abandon, smashing his body above yours and constricting your breath. You feel it nearing, the first time an impending orgasm frightened you. The tightening in your core felt new - a terrifying sense of release clawing at you.
“Daddy,” you moan, tears still streaming down your cheeks.
“Cum now slut. Fucking cum like the slut you are,“ he growls, the words nearly spat in your face. You obey the order, letting out a primal scream as an orgasm crashes through you, your body convulsing and bucking beneath him. You squirt, the force of it nearly forcing his shaft from your cavern but he only continues with more rage.
“Daddy please,” you manage to choke out, convulsing, his cock feeling too thick in your hole. You’ve hit overstimulation, desperate for him to slow his pace.
“I’ll stop when I’m done,” he snarls without compassion. He briefly pulls his cock from your slit and grabs your hips to flip you face down. He yanks your ass in the air and enters you from behind in one swift movement. He pumps savagely three times and again withdraws. You feel the searing sting of his slap as he spanks your ass. He enters agains and rams three times, the force nearly knocking you forward. Again he withdraws and spanks your ass, already red and aching. He repeats this pattern 5 times, his cock only growing harder with every repetition.
He withdraws again and teases your puckered hole with the tip of his engorged cock. You gasp when you realize his intentions. “Daddy no,” you whimper, turning your head to watch him. You feared his savagery in your tightest hole. August commonly liked to fuck your ass but never when he was fueled by rage, an absence behind his eyes.
“You want to be a slut, so you’ll take it like a slut,” he grunts as he presses deeply to enter you. The sting is immediate, his thickness punching you in your core, deeper than he’d ever been. Despite the sting, you feel an immense sense of pleasure as his cock massages your walls from his unconventional angle. The tightness of your hole is nearly strangling him, bringing him close to climax. He turns savage at the impending release, gripping the swell of your ass tightly and ramming so violently that you cum again, trembling so unstoppably that you collapse flat onto the bed as he finishes his work. Sweat drips from him as he works your hole, barely gaining movement in the tightness until he release a thick stream of his seed into you.
He stops, his cock still buried in you, the sound of your mutual panting the only thing filling the room. The smell of sex hangs in the air. He grips cock by the base and glides it out of your hole, his sticky cum following the trail. You feel the edge of the bed sink as he sits and hauls your form like a ragdoll over the expanse of his thighs. He lands a stinging blow on your tender ass, stickiness covering his hand and he returns for another slap. Your sniffles return as he completes ten brutal slaps to your tender cheeks, each one landing with a grunt.
Once he’s finished, he collects you upright in his lap and brushes the hair out of your sweat and tear-stained face. He holds your head to his chest and rocks slightly back and forth, his form still stiff with residual rage. “Why did Daddy punish you?” he asks, his voice contained but with less of the darkness than before.
“Because I broke the rules” you say, barely above a whisper.
“Because you broke the rules,” he confirms with barely any tenderness. His hand slips low, landing between your legs and cupping your center with propriety. “This pussy belongs to Daddy. Only Daddy. You understand that now?” he asks. You nod your head silently. He kisses the top of your head. “Good, don’t make Daddy angry again.”
