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day 7: bath sex - rick flag.

warnings: f!reader. 18+ ONLY. i mean... the obvious - bath sex, unprotected p in v, the way this man physically makes me clench

a/n: 747 words. obviously not day 7 but we're rolling with the punches coz life. haven't written for ricky in a long while so this was nice. enjoy! x

The floor is probably flooded by now, but you can’t bring yourself to care. How can you? He feels too fucking good, all thick muscle and hot, slick skin sliding against yours with every move of his body.

His broad frame covers you and pushes you back into the side of the tub, each heavy thrust into you causing the remaining warm water to slosh up against the edges and spill out onto the tile floor. God, there's barely any water left—

He shifts your leg, hitches it higher on his hips and thrusts deeper, his cock hitting somewhere so deliciously deep within you it physically tears the breath from your lungs.

You don’t fucking care about the water.

All that matters is the way he fills you, stretches you; the way he feels, muscles rippling under your hands and the way his groans melt into your tongue.

“Yeah, this really isn’t workin', darlin’,” Rick breathes into your mouth, teeth tapping lightly against yours as an indulgent grin spreads across his lips.

It’s not the most comfortable of positions, and he’s damn sure your back will have something to say about the way you’re laying in a few hours. The tub barely fits him, let alone the both of you…

You make a noise of denial, your brows coming together as your nails drag along his shoulders in an effort to bring him closer, swallowing down the pleased groan that falls from his throat.

“It’s—fuck, baby—it’s fine,” you babble, lost in the way his cock rubs against your walls and desperate to keep him right where he is. “This is fine –”

“‘Fine’?” He teases in a low growl, nipping at the tender skin of your throat and pinning you firmer against the ceramic, his hands curling around the icy cool edges in an attempt to find purchase.

He drags his hips against yours with an upward thrust, his pubic bone rubbing along your aching clit and bringing a flood of fire along your nerves.

“Good,” you spit through a moan, the unforgiving pressure against the swollen nerve causing your walls to clench and flutter around him. “So good, so fucking good—”

“Yeah?”

The gruff rumble of the word dissolves against your lips as his mouth captures your own, his tongue sweeping along your lower lip and sliding languidly along yours before something hungrier takes hold.

He consumes you, practically drinks you down like a man starved and the ferocity of it settles hot and heavy in the pit of your stomach, increasing the already out of control fire raging through your system.

"God I've missed you, missed this—" he groans roughly, breaking away from your mouth to look at the way you writhe and moan with each drive of his hips.

You nod along to his words despite being barely coherent, your fingers grasping at the slick skin of his back as his large, calloused hand splays at the base of your throat. There's power behind his touch as it moves up along your skin, his fingers briefly flexing around the width of it before it meets your jaw.

He smooths a thumb over your mouth, rolling the soft flesh of your lips beneath his touch, almost to commit the plush feel of them to memory.

Lips soon replace the rough pad and you lose yourself to another earth shattering kiss, relishing in the feel of his tongue dragging along yours and how it has your cunt tightening around him as he slams into you.

"M-missed you... gone so long—"

"I know," he soothes into your mouth, his deep tone like molten honey. "You've got me all weekend... will you let me make it up to you, darlin'?"

He's already doing a damn good job of that.

With a mastered precision only your focused Colonel could have, every thrust he focuses on your throbbing clit and hitting that wickedly sweet spot deep within your walls until stars start to frame your vision and the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh starts to bounce off the tile walls.

You're so fucking close and he knows it, his lips turning up against your throat.

"Gon—fu—ck... gonna make you work for it, Flag," you moan brokenly, each and every muscle winding and tightening in anticipation as he drags you further and further towards your blissful end.

His chuckle melts into your ear, "Is that right? Well you know I like a challenge. Come on, baby—show me what I've been missin'."

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Good Boy

Pairing: Steven Grant x F!Reader

Request: What if reader edged Steven until he was nothing but a whimpering begging mess.

Author's notes: thank you so much @noodlecupcakes for this request! I usually don't write a dom!reader, so this was a challenge I thoroughly enjoyed :3

Word count: 902

Warnings: Nsfw, smut, sub!steven, dom!reader, teasing, edging, orgasm denial, sex toys, facesitting, oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected sex.

"P-Please, darling..."

"What's that?" You looked up from your position between Steven's legs, your tongue teasing the tip of his cock as your hand tightened around the penis ring adorning the base of his erect, dripping length. Steven gasped, his hips bucking against your hand.

"Please, I-I can't...I can take anymore," Steven begged, his voice raspy and his breath coming out in shaky groans.

"Aww...well, that's too bad, baby. Cause you're gonna have to take it until you've made me come. Besides, I'm not done playing with you yet," you said, smirking as you took him into your mouth, gently sucking on the head of his cock while looking up into his frantic eyes.

Steven gasped, drops of sweat glistening on his forehead as he stared down at you, his eyes wide and fluttering. You worked him slowly into your mouth, taking him deeper and deeper until the tip of his cock pushed against the back of your throat. Steven bit his lip, his hands clenching into the sheets as he watched your plump lips glide up and down his swollen, veiny cock. He'd never been this hard before, the use of the ring was an agonizing pleasure he knew he could get addicted to. The same with giving up his control to you. There was something particularly arousing with letting you be in charge, to completely surrender his body and mind to you and just be in the moment.

Steven whimpered when you sucked one of his balls into your mouth while you stroked his cock slowly in your hand, used your tongue with perfection to make him a shaky, sweaty mess beneath you.

"F-Fuck, p-please," Steven puffed out and you glanced up, saw his red face and clenching jaw, and decided to let him rest for now.

Kissing your way up his muscular stomach and hard chest, you straddled his face and smirked down at him.

"Be a good boy and make me come."

Steven stared up at your waiting sex, face flushed at the thought of tasting you. He grabbed your ass, gently spreading your cheeks and admiring your swollen folds parting to reveal your damp, pink interior.

Steven pulled you down to his waiting mouth, instantly feeling his lips covered in your warm wetness and his cock twitched with anticipation to be buried inside your tight, wet pussy. He pushed out his tongue and started licking your swollen pussy lips in long, lingering strokes, then brought his tongue up to your throbbing clit. You moaned as he slid his tongue across your clit, pleasure shooting through your core as he flicked it lightly before flattening his tongue and pulling it through your folds. Steven pulled your sex down on his face, buried his mouth in your dripping pussy, extending his tongue inside your opening before licking his way back up to your clit, where he began to focus his attention. He pulled you closer against his flattened tongue and rotated his mouth in small circles, grinding his tongue against your clit.

"Oh," you moaned. "Oh fuck, baby. Ohhh fuck! You're gonna make me come."

"Mmm," Steven groaned into your pussy as you moved your hips and pressed yourself down against his face.

You moaned deeply, your back arching and body trembling as your climax tore through you. Steven grunted, held your hips down as you shook, and came hard on his mouth, soaking his face with your juices.

"Fuck, you're such a good boy, Steven," you panted as you climbed off his face and crawled down his body, wrapped your hand around his cock, and lowered yourself onto him.

"Oh, bloody hell!" Steven gasped when his overly swollen, leaking cock slid into your tight, wet pussy. He grabbed your waist, biting his lips as he watched your breasts bounce while you rode him. His fingers dug into your flesh as pleasure kept rising in his core while the ring around the base held back his orgasm. It was the most exquisite, agonizing pleasure he'd ever experienced.

Steven was a panting, writhing mess underneath you, his face red and sweaty and you knew he couldn't take much more. Climbing off of him, you pulled the ring of his twitching cock.

Steven cried out, his eyes flying open as he had the most intense orgasm of his life. Pleasure erupted through his core, his cum spurting out of his cock like a fountain the second you removed the ring. Steven collapsed on the bed, panting heavily as he stared up at the ceiling, unable to perform a single coherent word.

Giggling, you laid down next to him, wrapping your arm around his waist.

"I told you it would be amazing," you mused, smiling up at him.

"Oh, it was. It really, really was," Steven panted and let out a breathy, joyful laugh before turning his head to look at you. "I love you, y/n."

"I love you too, Steven," you replied and looked up at him to meet his gaze, both of you smiling as he leaned down and kissed you. The deep kind of kisses that left little room for thoughts. There was only feeling and wanting. It was so easy to get lost in him, in those kind, brown eyes of his. It was only you and him, lost in this connection between the two of you where the world, the universe, ceased to exist.

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acts of service.

Rick Flag x F!Reader

SUMMARY: Trapped inside an underground bunker during a snowstorm, the supply of Omega suppressants is running out. Your heat is coming fast, and with three Alphas around, things can go from bad to worse. To save the situation, Rick makes a call. 

To satiate your heat himself.

Explicit Sex. Alpha!Rick. Omega!Reader. A/B/O/Dynamics.

WARNINGS: Explicit Sexual Content. A/B/O. Vaginal Sex. Rough Sex. Vaginal Fingering. Oral Sex (Female Receiving). Use of the word ‘cunt.’ Choking. Biting and Scratching.Creampie. Blood. Use of Suppressants. Mentions of Contaception. Slight Breeding Kink Elements. Not Beta Read.

Word Count: 5.4k

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A/N: I’m struggling to figure out if this is the dirtiest thing that I’ve ever written.

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ALRIGHT ALRIGHT

Rick has a praise kink, but for when his person is praising him.

like when when he’s balls deep, you tell him how good of a job he’s doing and how good he’s making you feel.

that makes him damn near blow his load right then and there.

but when he’s taken his person on a date night and they tell him he’s real pretty when he smiles like that…well that just makes his insides go gooey

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Praise Kink Drabble

Pairing(s): Rick Flag x Neutral!Reader

Warning(s): Language, smut, cum

[ A/N: Anon do you have the keys to my heart because all my switch!rick fantasies are informed by this beautiful thought from now on. ]

You've found that Rick reacts better when you're murmuring your praises directly in his ear.

"You look gorgeous smiling like that." You pull away to see the corners of his mouth quirk up further, his head dipping down to tuck that smile away, there in public. But you mean it— "So fucking pretty." And you run the pad of your thumb along his lower lip. Watch them part for you.

At home, you tell him to rest on his knees at the foot of the bed, while you sit there and run your hands through his hair.

He wants to please you more, to earn your praise some more, so he's inevitably nuzzling at your lap, and you tell him he's so good for knowing just what you need. So good for you. You tug at his hair and make sure to tell him what he wants to hear: "Yes, just like that. Fuck, yes, yes—" You vocalize what he's making you feel— How he knows just how to make you come.

He's nearly in pieces by the time he's entering you. His breathing is shaky, his hips stuttering as you shower him with affirmation; he tries to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

You moan in Rick's ear instead, "So good. You know just how to make me feel good." He thrusts into you faster, desperate for you to carry him over the edge with your voice.

Rick has been built and broken to take orders— He's made a life of taking orders from everyone, and of knowing only the reward of a mission accomplished— There aren't any thank you's when there's no record of what you've done. He doesn't need a thank you. It's not why he does what he does.

But he needs this. To hear you moan, and to know that it's him that's pleasuring you, making you come. To please you. You tell him how he's so perfect for you— How he's the one for you. Rick shutters.

You feel how enflamed his skin is to the touch now, how your words have flushed him hot and pink from his glistening chest all the way up his throat.

The sounds of him coming apart at your ministrations, how you wrap your arms around his head and scatter kisses along his jaw, leave him in ragged breaths against your neck.

He'd do this all night if you told him to— But he's so gorgeous like this, so close to the edge and so soon. You think he could come with just a little more talking.

He asks you— Begs you— To tell him where you want it. You grin. You tell him you love it when he paints your stomach; And he's pulling out of you, planting down a knee to run his hand up and down his cock eagerly. So close. You tell him you love seeing him so undone like this.

"That's it. You're my good soldier, aren't you, baby?" And he's groaning, coming onto your skin— thick white ribbons marking you from your belly up to your chest. His cum mixes with your beading sweat.

Rick Flag is panting slowly, his half-lidded eyes, taking in the sight of you. You draw him back down after you wipe his seed from your stomach.

You wrap your arms around his large body, pulling him to yours as he lies beside you. You stroke Rick's hair as he comes down from his high, that subspace of his own pleasure where he's allowing your words to wash over him in earnest.

You run your fingertips lightly over his chest, over the smile still on his face as he drifts, spent. Its the kind of sleepy, open expression he hardly ever shares— One you consider you've earned, in a way.

He really is pretty like this.

Songs that remind me of the Dutch van der Linde Gang:

(The ones in bold are the ones that are closer to the country/western/campfire/folk-ish style - some of them complete with harmonica - if that’s what you’re looking for!)

Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked by Cage the Elephant

All American Nightmare by Hinder

Amen by Halestorm

Another Night on Mars by The Maine

Bad Mutha Fucka by Hinder

A Change Is Gonna Come by Shawn James & the Shapeshifters

Chapter II: Hunger by Shawn James & the Shapeshifters

Chapter III: Freedom by Shawn James & the Shapeshifters

Dead and Gone by State Champs

Deliverance by Shawn James

Desert Song by My Chemical Romance

Destroya by My Chemical Romance

Does Your Mother Know by ABBA

Don’t Wait by Neck Deep (feat. Sam Carter)

English Girls by The Maine

Escape Route by Paramore

Franklin by Paramore

In The Mourning by Paramore

King for a Day by Pierce the Veil (feat. Kellin Quinn)

Mama by My Chemical Romance

Na na na by My Chemical Romance

Pressure by Paramore

Renegade by Paramore

The River by Blues Saraceno 

Room 21 by Hinder

Savages by Marina and The Diamonds

See You In Hell by Hinder

Short Change Hero by The Heavy

Smack Down by Thousand Foot Krutch

Son of the Wolf by Shawn James & the Shapeshifters 

The Thief and the Moon by Shawn James

Through the Valley by Shawn James

Til the Casket Drops by ZZ Ward

(Un)Lost by The Maine

Up All Night by Hinder

Waking Up the Devil by Hinder

Whiskey In Hell by Anarbor

The Wild One by Shawn Jame & the Shapeshifters

Wish You Were Here by Neck Deep

The World Is Ugly by My Chemical Romance

You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison by My Chemical Romance

Young Volcanoes by Fall Out Boy

2 Sides of Me by Hinder