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Upping the Ante

Rick Flag (DCEU) x Reader

Summary: Rick keeps his promise. Follow-up to A Betting Man.

Word count: 2,129

A/N: This fic is dedicated to one of my beta readers, good friends, and fellow CEO of Simps, Inc. whose birthday is tomorrow. Happy birthday!

Warnings: Vaginal sex, rough sex, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering, hand job, masturbation (male), overstimulation, dirty talk, a bit o’ praise kink

While you adjust your dress, Rick tosses the condom into the nearest dumpster and refastens his pants. He grabs you by the hips and pulls your pelvis flush against his. “Wanna make another bet?” he asks.

You narrow your stare at him, intrigued. “Depends on the bet.”

He tightens his grasp. “Come home with me tonight and I’ll fuck you ‘til you can’t see straight.”

“That’s not a bet, Rick.”

“No,” he drawls, stroking his thumbs over the dip of your waist. “But it is a promise.”

You stumble over the threshold and into Rick’s apartment, tongues twisting, breaths exchanging, and hands a blur as you tear at each other’s clothes. It’s a flurry of fabric, garment after garment dropping unceremoniously to the ground.

The front door slams. The lock automatically slides home as it shuts. Rick flicks on the light switch to the left of the door, and a standing lamp posted at the opposite side of the door frame blinks on.

“I swear, I never do this,” you mumble against Rick’s lips, walking backward as he leads you deeper into the apartment. You kick off your shoes and unzip your dress as you go. “I’m not usually the sleeping-with-strangers type.”

“Me neither,” he says. “Tell me something about you.”

Your words fall into his mouth as you prattle off a few facts about yourself: your last name, where you’re from, what you do, and so on. Rick unbuttons his shirt and strips it off his broad shoulders while he tells you a similar set of facts about himself.

“Flag,” he says. “Actually, Colonel Richard Flag, Jr., if you wanna get specific. Born in D.C., but I spend most of my time in Louisiana these days. Don’t ask me what I’m doing there, though, because if I told ya, I’d have to kill ya, and that’d be a real fucking shame because you are so fucking hot.”

“You flatter me,” you snicker.

“I’m not saying anything that isn’t true.”

Rick brands the shape of his mouth across your neck, his lips hot and wanton on your skin. He bends slightly at the knee to tug off his jeans and boxer briefs, then straightens to his full, towering height and punts the clothes across the room.

He stalls and breaks the kiss.

Rick’s movements are slow as he grazes his short fingernails over your back, following the V-shape of the open zipper cascading down your spine. He hooks the tips of his fingers under the parted seam and drags the dress down over your shoulders, middle, and hips so it falls in a heap around your bare feet.

The light from the standing lamp near the door washes tantalizingly over your nearly naked figure. You reach behind your back, flick open the clasp tight against your upper back, and drop your bra to the floor.

You take a staggering step backward.

You salaciously scan Rick’s body: sculpted, carved, chiseled. He gleams under the warm lamplight, his skin kissed by sunset. Shadows shade the defined ridges of his muscles. Shoulders pulled back and chin raised, he holds himself with confidence, with strength, with power. His toned stomach shudders as he sucks in a breath.

His pupils expand the longer he stares at you. He trails his eyes over every curve, every edge, and every dimple of your body. He stares and stares and stares, until he can’t resist it any longer. He charges toward you, cups your cheeks, and draws you into another passionate kiss.

Your hands mirror the other’s as you skim your fingertips lightly down each other’s abdomens to the apex of your respective thighs. Rick dips his fingers between your folds and you wrap your palm around his stiff cock.

You exchange sighs, mimicking movements. You pump your fist in time with the steady pace of Rick’s fingers furling and unfurling in your pussy. Then, his thumb brushes against your clit. Your head tips back. You moan.

“Oh, fuck, Rick.” You bring your head back to center. “Will you please fuck me already?”

“Ma’am,” he drawls, “it’d be my pleasure.”

Rick coils his palms around the backs of your thighs and lifts you into his arms. As he carries you toward his bedroom, you claw at his shoulders. You rake your fingernails across his scalp and nip at his neck. A growl thunders in his chest as he kicks open his bedroom door and sits on the side of his bed, straddling you across his lap.

Rick turns on the lamp and blindly rifles through the drawer in the bedside table beside him. He pulls out an unopened box of condoms. He yanks open the box, rips one from the chain, tosses the box back into the bedside table, and shuts the drawer. His nimble fingers move quickly as he opens the wrapper and rolls the condom down his shaft. His eyes meet yours.

“Ride me, sweetheart,” he says.

With one hand, Rick lines the tip of his cock up with your entrance, and with the other, he guides you up onto your kneecaps, then down onto his shaft. You groan in unison as he bottoms out.

You start slowly, allowing yourself to feel every inch of the man inside of you—rock hard and demanding attention. You link your arms firmly around his neck and pin yourself even closer to him, welding your bodies together with the sheen of sweat dampening your chests.

Rick helps you ride him. His hand stays anchored at your waist while the other roves over your shoulder and around to your collar, his thumb brushing across your clavicle. He braids his fingers in your hair and pushes it out of your face so he can see you.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he says.

Fucking hell.

You slam your lips against his and knot your fingers in the mop of sandy hair at the back of his skull. You hasten the drop of your hips.

“Oh, fuck,” Rick groans as you clench around him. “Jesus fucking Christ. You gotta… You gotta stop that, sweetheart, or I’m gonna come too soon.”

“Maybe that’s what I want,” you tease.

“Yeah, but I told you I’d fuck you ‘til you can’t see straight,” he says. “Can’t do that if I come before you do. At least…” He pauses, a sly smirk gracing his face. “The first time.”

Your lighthearted laugh rings through the thick air around you. “Well, you sure seem like a man with a plan. So, why don’t you show me what you got in mind, Boy Scout?”

Grinning, Rick snaps upright and pivots. He lands you on your hands and knees at the edge of the mattress. You feel his calloused palm smooth over your ass and ghost down the ladder of your spine. You shiver under his surprisingly light touch, and cry out at the contrast to the harsh thrust he delivers seconds later.

His skin slaps loudly against yours as he rails into you. The obscene, percussive sound mixes with your high-pitched whines and chiming whimpers, in harmony with Rick’s guttural groans. He tangles his fingers in your hair and pulls it taut at the root, adding just a little bit of delicious pain to your overwhelming pleasure.

Rick snakes his other hand around your hip and between your legs. Still plowing into you, he strums your clit feverishly. You feel your orgasm stir in your core. Burning bright, hot, and insistent, it grows as Rick maintains his frantic pace. He can tell you’re nearing the edge, on the cusp of release, and he speeds the motion of his fingers on the center of your pleasure to get you there.

The orgasm crashes through you in tidal waves of ecstasy, a monsoon of bliss. It floods your senses, washes away all tension, and cleanses you of the worry and anxiety that you usually carry in your muscles.

Your cunt flutters around Rick and he comes moments after you do, emptying himself into the condom. He lays his chest over your back. You listen to the heavy sound of his panting breath in your ear.

He inks a soft kiss into your shoulder, straightens his spine again, and pulls his softening cock from your pussy. You expect him to collapse onto the bed next to you, but instead, you feel his palm running down your calf to your ankle.

He yanks your leg out from under you and flips you onto your back. In shock at the magnitude of his bodily power, you meet his ravenous stare.

Rick slides down your body, eyes shining with hunger. He stamps winding kisses into your abdomen as he goes. Then, he lowers to his knees, spreads your thighs, and brings his face to your cunt.

You prop yourself up on your elbows to gawk at the head of the man buried between your legs. His shoulder blades roll, ropes of muscle sliding over the harsh angles of his bones that comprise his rugged frame: a rippling sea of raw masculinity.

The bedside lamp’s yellowish glow casts over Rick’s head, dyeing his brownish-blond strands pure gold. You comb your fingers through it and let the shimmering locks tickle your knuckles. Rick hums pleasantly against you, enjoying your touch as much as you’re enjoying his.

Rick takes his time, unrushed in the privacy of his own home. He moves his tongue languidly, savoring the taste of you and the sweet noises flowing past your lips. Your elbows buckle beneath you when he sucks your clit into his mouth, and you crash flat on your back into the mattress again.

You’re unaware of the words coming from your mouth, ignorant to everything other than the unwavering heat of Rick’s tongue on your pussy.

“So good,” you pant. “Rick… so… so good.”

“I know, baby. I know,” he says.

Rick urges the orgasm from you with the slide of his tongue and urgency of his mouth. He doesn’t subside after the first; he continues, just as he had earlier that evening outside the bar.

Arms spread wide—a sacrificial pose—your fists tighten in the sheets. Your head lolls from side to side. Your eyes flutter shut and your jaw drops. It’s overwhelming, the pleasure, white-hot and unrelenting. It consumes you, controls you, crushes you. You are at its will, and the will of the man delivering it.

With each lap and lick, feeling wanes from your limbs. It starts in your fingertips, a noticeable tingling, then moves up your legs, leaving them gelatinous, useless, and weak.

“Rick,” you slur, “I can’t. I… It’s too much.”

Rick glimpses up at your slackened face.

“I made you a promise,” he says, “and I intend to keep it.”

Gone is his lethargy. He returns with an insistent vigor that strikes through your limbs like an electric shock, and rips one last climax from your boneless body.

White flashes across your vision, then black, before Rick’s ceiling comes back into focus.

“Holy shit,” you wheeze. “Holy shit, Rick.”

Rick stands, one palm pumping his cock, hard again. He wipes the back of his other hand across his wet mouth.

“How was that, sweetheart?” he asks. You wheeze a laugh and bob your chin lazily in response. Rick speeds the pace of his fist around his shaft and takes a step toward you.

His eyes flash. “Tell me how good I made you feel.”

“You made me feel so good, Rick,” you say. “Never felt that good before.”

Rick’s chest heaves as the praises tumble freely off your tongue.

“You made me come so hard. God, you’re so good.”

His hand hastens. His abdomen contracts. His breath shortens. You watch his cock pulse under his grip.

He comes with a loud grunt, splattering streaks of cum across your tits.

Wracked by his orgasm, Rick keels forward, but catches himself with his palm, rooted to the mattress beside your head. His panting breath wafts over your face. He smears his fingertip through the warm lines and brings it to your lips. You taste him, hot and bitter, on your tongue.

With his gaze glued yours, Rick curls his free hand around the nape of your neck, tilts your head, and kisses you once more.

+ + +

On Sunday, you’re greeted at brunch with a squealing chorus of your name and a round of bone-crushing hugs from your friends. As you settle into the remaining vacant seat, someone thrusts a mimosa into your hand.

The former birthday girl says, “We missed you after we left the bar.”

“I know,” you apologize. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come over.”

“Tell me you had a good rest of your night at least,” she says.

You smirk against the lip of your glass.

“Don’t worry,” you assure her, “I did.”

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omg it’d be so hot teaching Steven Grant how you like your 🐱 eaten. He’d be so subby and eager to hear you moan for him. I imagine he’d be the type to hump the bed while going down on you and he’d LOVE getting his hair pulled 🙈🙈

you know this man would UNDERSTAND the assignment completely, he would show up ready for class eagerly ok!

desirous.

pairing: steven grant x (f)reader

word count: 733

warnings: sub!steven, cunnilingus, fingering, slight hair pulling, bed humping, cuming in one’s pants (boxers in this case). 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI.

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“Fuck, Steven,” you moan, “just like that.” Your fingers are in his hair, the dark strands spread through your fingers damp from sweat from how long he’s been down there; determination and vigor laced in each movement of his tongue, each command, as you guide him. With each flick of his tongue you can feel him become more daring, more accustomed, more needy. 

You can feel his fingers digging into the flesh behind your thighs as he devours you, as the flat of his tongue runs up your wet folds before the tip of his tongue dives between them to run against your clit, over and over, slow, almost timid until you push the back of his head. Steven getting the hint as to what you want, how this went before; his lips wrapping around your the sensitive nerve sucking on it. 

Your back arching from the mattress, your legs shaking around him at the slow suck that turns hungrier, at the noises his mouth is making against you, your fingers tugging the strands of his hair; the moan he lets out from it vibrating across your clit. 

You can feel the way his hips are moving against the mattress, can feel the heavy puffs of breath he’s letting out as the tip of his nose hits the places his tongue hasn’t reached just yet—adding to the burning pleasure in your lower belly. 

It’s so good, he’s so good to you—for you.

“Can I..” he’s looking up at you, his lips are swollen and wet. His eyes are big and needy, “can I put my fingers inside of you? Is that alright?” His accent thicker when he’s aroused like this.

You can't help the smile that pulls up the corner of your lips, “yes,” you respond, let your hand run from his hair to his cheek. Your thumb skating along his jawline until you get to his chin, his bottom lip. You slip the pad of your finger past his lips and press it to his tongue, “You’re doing so good, Steven.” The whimper he lets out as he closes his mouth around your thumb, sucking it gently—makes your pussy clench. Your stomach fluttering. 

There’s a small “thank you” that falls from his lips as his mouth reattaches to your cunt, his tongue once again exploring your folds, your hole, the tip of his nose rubbing against your clit until you feel two of his fingers press in you; leaving you breathless at how thick they feel inside of you, the filthy squelching noise of him fingering you—first slow, then faster once he gets the hang of it-making your cheeks burn, making your hips gyrate against his face, your moans more frequent and breathy. 

“You taste so good,” He groans weakly against your clit, his eyes rolling back, his fingers only stuttering slightly as he completely loses himself in you, devours you, brings you so close to that edge. You can feel his hips stuttering where they continue to rub against the mattress, you know if you were to look there would be a wet spot on his boxers and the sheets. His cock just as throbbing, weeping, and needy as your cunt. “I wanna make you come.” He’s whimpering between licks. 

You open your mouth to respond, to tell him he’s going to, to keep doing what he’s doing, but then you feel his fingers curve just right at the same time his lips wrap around your clit; your thighs locking around his head as that delirious white hot heat consumes your entire being as you finally reach that precipice, as Steven makes you come undone, a string of moans and profanities slipping out.

Steven letting out his own slew of groans, deep and shaky against your aching clit, his entire body shivering against the bed—and you know without having to ask him, without having to look down and see the large wet patch on his boxer once he’s sat back on his knees, that he came too.

“Was that–did I–do good?” His mouth is still slick, a flush taking over his body. 

You reach for him, pull him down so he’s on top of you, press a kiss to his mouth, slipping your tongue past his lips to taste yourself on him. The both of you moaning, “I loved it,” you press another kiss to his lips, “you were so good.”

ease into it;

pairing: rick flag x female reader warnings: sexually explicit lang (oral sex, female and male receiving, fingering) swearing, ummmm, it’s smut<3  wc: 3.4k

an: He’s got you in his bed now, might as well do something to pass the time! (this acts as a part two to easy does it, but can be read separately!) 

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wednesday mornings and graduation flowers.

Abba (Alfie Solomons x Reader)

Request: Definitely in the mood for something with a Daddy Dom Alfie and a Little, obedient reader who’s always trying to please her Daddy 🤤😍  ; As the anon who requested Daddy Dom Alfie, I suggest the scenario be Alfie having the reader tied up and just using her to blow off some steam 🤤 she’s not allowed to cum, and when she does by accident, he punishes her with the overstimulation and has her orgasming repeatedly and she just has to lie there and take it for her Daddy omgggg 😍

Warnings: Smut; Mentions of cancer (First paragraphs only.)

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble, but I got carried and now it’s almost 4k words  (almost exclusively smut)😂😂 Hope you enjoy it! (I’m not a smut writer, but I tried.) Let me know what you think!

  Abba

Everybody knew Alfie was sick. A couple close people told him to have a break, advising him to quit working so hard and make an effort to take care of himself, but he just wouldn’t listen. At least when he was swamped with work, he wouldn’t think about his deteriorating health as much as when he was home alone.

Cooking was difficult for him and his house was a complete mess, but honestly he no longer cared if he was living on a shit-hole, or about himself; he’d always refuse to let any of his sisters help him, considering they had their own families to worry about. He never wanted to be a burden, especially when he was sick; it would only make him feel even more powerless, which was something he frankly hated.

His sisters were, however, deeply worried about his condition and whether he would be well enough; if he kept dragging himself to his own circle of self-pity and self-condemnation, trying to keep everyone away from him, he probably wouldn’t. Whether Alfie liked it or not, they had come to a decision: they would hire a housekeeper to help them keep an eye on him.

In the beginning, it hadn’t been easy at all. You had to be extremely careful when dealing to him; not only he had a filthy temper, his trust was hard to earn and he would rarely let someone see the man inside. He didn’t get involved with people, he wouldn’t want to; that was only until you walked into his life. When you came into his life, it changed for the better; somehow, you brought him hope.

It wasn’t long before your relationship was beyond the professional realm; you both maintained an unusual physical and emotional bond that provided him all the comfort he could ask for, making him feel rejuvenated. You cared for each other on a genuine way.

Alfie saw you as his little girl and that was the only reason that kept him going. It had two sides; he loved to pamper you, make you feel special, protect you… But within four walls it was a complete different story, as he also loved to be strict and punish you, having the dominance he craved for.

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