Ease Into It;

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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Jake Lockley NSFW Alphabet (Reposted)

A/N: This fic kept on glitching whenever I tried to post it and I just kept getting mad about it. I then forgot about it and decided I might as well post it now. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,374

Warning: This is Smut! Minors DNI!!

A = Aftercare (What They're Like After Sex)

Jake is pretty chill after sex. He likes to smoke and hardly ever covers his lower half with a sheet. He doesn't care for modesty in truth. Jake will hold you close and whispers sweet nothings in Spanish. Jake also licks you clean and tells you that he loves fucking you. Jake lowkey wants to tell you he loves you but can never voice it. 

B = Body Part (Their Body Of Theirs and Their Partner's that they like) 

Jake is very proud of his hands. He loves seeing them covered in blood, and he loves when that blood gets onto your tits. 

Jake loves your thighs and legs. He's always staring at them; given the chance, he will always have his hands on your thighs. Jake especially loves thick thighs. He can spend hours kissing your thighs before he decides to even attack your pussy. 

C = Cum (Anything to Do with Cum; basically, I'm Nasty)

FUCK! JAKE LOVES CUM! He can eat it all day. He loves to overstimulation you and just watches the come leak out of you. He can spend hours watching your beautiful cunt leak his come. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty Self Explanatory, A Dirty Secret of Theirs)

Jake wants to impregnate you. But he'll never admit it, and he pretends to hate kids. In reality, he does want kids and would love to see you bear his future children. 

E = Experience (How Experience are They? Do They Know What They're Doing?)

Hell yeah, Jake knows what he's doing. Jake practically invented sex! Jake has had a lot of sex. 

F = Favorite Positions (This Goes Without Saying)

Doggy style, sixty-nine, and reverse cowgirl. These are Jake Lockley's all-time favorite positions to fuck you in. 

Doggy style is unique because Jake feels so primal and feral that he will runt into your pussy like he's going to die in the morning. He will come all over your sheets and won't stop until y'all are completely soaked. 

Sixty-nine. He loves oral. Jake loves getting his cock sucked and eating your pussy out. It is a fucking wonderful experience. 

Reverse cowgirl. Jake loves watching your ass glide back and forward. He loves gripping onto your hips and telling you to go faster. 

G = Goofy (Are They More Serious In The Moment? Are They Humorous? Etc.)

Not really goofy. It's more like it's very serious. I don't think Jake can be goofy unless he's making a sex joke, not during sex. Jake is just usually very serious during the moment. 

H = Hair (How Well Groomed Are They? Does The Carpet Match The Drapes? Etc.)

Jake doesn't buy into that manscaping bullshit. He prefers to let his secret hairs grow out, and he loves when you pull on them. 

I = Intimacy (How Are They During the Moment? The Romantic Aspect)

Jake is almost always romantic during the moment. He's a flirt, and it's in his nature to pleasure his s/o with sweet words and physically. Jake usually lights candles for his beloved and rubs lotion on them after sex. He spends a lot of time rubbing lotion on your tits. It's his favorite place to put lotion. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Jake usually jacks off in his cab. It would be in private cause if he did that with someone in the back of the cab, that'd be shitty. He has this spot he usually stops at when he's feeling aroused. It's a parking lot that no one uses. He typically watches a video to get him in the mood. Or he facetime you and jacks off.  

K = Kink (One or More of Their Kinks)

Dom Daddy and little girl and teacher (him being the teacher) and student (you being the student) are his favorites. He's a very dominant guy in the bedroom, and he hates not being in control. He loves calling you baby girl and will constantly tease you. 

L = Location (Favorite Places to Do the Deed)

Mainly in his cab or at your apartment. Jake will fuck you wherever, whenever. But he does like some sort of privacy because he doesn't want to share you or have other men look at your naked body. Honestly, Jake wants to kill your exes because they've seen you naked, and that just pisses him off cause he doesn't like the idea of anyone knowing what you look like naked. That's for him to know and others to wonder about. He's pretty possessive. 

M = Motivation (What Gets them Turn on, What Gets Them Going)

Jake is always horny. He is just really good at hiding it. If you're horny, he's ready to get freaky. 

N = No (Something They Wouldn't do, Turn Offs)

Jake doesn't let people watch y'all fuck. If he finds out Steven was watching, he gets hella pissed. (I headcanon that Steven and Jake hate each other, but one day they become buddies. Kinda like what happened with Marc and Steven. But with more yelling and more Spanish swear words. Plus, more death.) 

O = Oral (Preferences in Giving and Receiving, Skill, Etc.)

Loves giving and receiving oral. Jake wants to die while eating you out. 

P = Pace (Are They Fast and Rough? Slow and Sensual? Etc.)

Jake doesn't have a speed. He'll go whatever speed you want. But he does love it rough. 

Q = Quickies (Their Opinion on Quickie, How Often, Etc.)

Y'all usually fuck before Jake goes to work. He typically sleeps in, so y'all usually fuck in the shower. It's always rushed, and for the most part, you're putting shampoo in his hair while he's pounding into you. 

R = Risk (Are They Game to Experiment? Do They Like Taking Risks? Etc.)

Jake fucks in his cab all the time; of course, he loves to experiment and take risks. He loves the idea of being caught but will be cautious to not get caught. 

S = Stamina (How Many Rounds Can They Go For? How Long Do They Last?)

Jake only gets tired after fighting. Otherwise, he'll be fucking you for as long as you want. I think he can last five rounds in a day. Maybe nine rounds. But he can't do nine again the next day because that pushing it. 

T = Toys (Do They Own Any Toys? Do They Use Them? On A Partner or Themselves?)

TOYS! JAKE LOVES THEM! He loves cuffing you, tying you up, and using vibes and dildos on you. He likes using toys more than having them be used on himself. 

U = Unfair (How Much Do They Like To Tease?)

JAKE LOVES TEASING! He typically ties you up and makes to come until you beg for him to stop. He's always putting his fingers in your pussy when y'all are watching Netflix. At family dinners, he'll fingerfuck you while telling your crazy aunt off about how her political opinion is incorrect. 

V = Volume (How Loud They Are, What Sounds They Make. Etc.)

Jake will grunt a lot during sex. He only speaks Spanish in the bedroom and will growl when you come around him. Everything about sex with Jake is loud. 

W = Wild Card (A Random Headcanon For The Character)

Jake probably asks Khonshu to watch y'all fuck. Even though Jake hates the idea of anyone watching you fuck he allows Khonshu to watch each time. This is because Khonshu is his buddy and wants to brag about how well he can dick you down. Khonshu is usually speechless while watching. Sometimes, he'll suggest to Jake that he should eat you out more. Or tell him to switch positions. 

X = X-ray (Let's See What's Going Under Those Clothes)

Jake is thick. He is very gritty, and his cock makes your mouth water each time you see it. 

Y = Yearning (How High Is There Sex Drive?)

VERY HIGH! Jake loves fucking and is ready whenever you are ready. 

Z = Zzz (How Quickly They Fall Asleep Afterwards)

Jake has terrible insomnia. He hardly sleeps; when he does, it's typically restless sleep full of nightmares. He just prefers to hold you and smoke for hours after sex. 

Library Appreciation : Clementinum, Prague (National Library of the Czech Republic)

Me after finishing a really good book: 

Me: *finishes book*

Me: *slowly closes book*

Me: *exhales slowly*

Me: *inhales slowly*

Me:

Me:

Me:

Me: *PTERODACTYL SCREECH*

Me: *DISTRESSED SOBBING*

Me: *DYING WHALE NOISES*

what the hell is going on in this country?!

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

-💗

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.

Can I live here?