Abba (Alfie Solomons X Reader)

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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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.

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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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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