#rick smolan/reader

[jynzandtonic]

Ooooo how would any/all of the boys react to turning 40???

*Sigh* 40 is a damn fine age. Please accept these snaccs:

Charlie Barber: Henry's all set up to stay with his cousins for the week so you two can get away to the little villa he's booked in Tuscany for the two of you. You'll have the whole time to drink red wine, make homemade pasta, and fuck in the sunshine on the deck off the master bedroom.

Clyde Logan: He feels so damn lucky to be alive, to be with you. Growin' up with Jimmy, two tours in Iraq, all his adventures and misadventures, and he's finally settled down with you and happy as can be. All he wants is to sit with ya on the porch swing and watch the sunset with a beer in hand—but he won't say no to the butterscotch cake ya baked him.

Adam Sackler: Can't really believe he's fuckin' forty. He promises to put some of his commercial money in an IRA and take enough of a break from acting for a little staycation to fuck on every surface of your apartment together.

Flip Zimmerman: You sure you don't want to have a baby, sugar?

Phillip Altman: Perpetual man child. He offers to get matching cougar tattoos with you.

Rick Smolan: Motorcycle tour of Vietnam together, letting you take photos on his DSLR while you ride on the back of his bike.

Ronnie Peterson: Cabo San Lucas with you and all your friends. He wants to drink daiquiris, sing karaoke, and maybe get a sunburn at a nude beach!

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Hi! Here is where all of my older work and characters I no longer write for will be linked! Note, that I DO NOT write for some of these characters any longer but I wanted to keep them up to share! For characters I do write, check out my writing rules page!

This content is 18+— Smut is indicated with *

**as of 03.27.23 this list is still being updated**

( CLYDE LOGAN X F!READER )

Valentine

Dad!Clyde // one , two , three , four

Kiss Me Again

Help Me Get Rid of This Asshole

All Day, All Night*

Wedding Date*

After Shower Special*

See You at Home*

Ohio Bound*

Mother’s Day

There Ain’t No Skiin’ in West Virginia

Kitty Eatin’ at the Duck Tape*

Mama Bear’s Spa Day

Homecoming

A Quick Dip

Just a Gallon of Milk

Someone Borrowed*

Hey Bartender

Do You Mind?

Showering in Adoration*

( ADAM SACKLER X F!READER )

As You Grew, So Did We*

Talking Body*

Tongue Tied

Becoming a Dad

Pretty Please?*

Banana Pudding*

Earn It*

( FLIP ZIMMERMAN X F!READER )

Call Me That Again*

I Want to Spend My Life with You

What Do You Think?*

Actirasty*

Holiday Party*

Mark You Mine*

Truth or Dare*

My Girl*

Daddy’s Good Girl*

“I’m Sorry, Sugar.”*

Hiking to the Falls*

Your Parents’ House*

Our Marriage Story

Did You Eat?

Marlboro*

Happy Holidays

( DANIEL JONES X F!READER )

( PHILLIP ALTMAN X F!READER )

( CHARLIE BARBER X F!READER )

( RONNIE PETERSON X F!READER )

( BEN SOLO/KYLO REN X F!READER )

( RICK SMOLAN X F!READER )

( JUDE X F!READER )

( PAUL SEVIER X F!READER )

( HENRY MCHENRY X F!READER )

( JASON ROBERTS X F!READER )

( AL CODY X F!READER )

( ADAM X F!READER )

( ALLAN X F!READER )

( PATERSON X F!READER )

( MAURIZIO GUCCI X F!READER )

( MATT SOLO X F!READER)

[ktellmeastory]

Hello! Im not sure if you're doing ships right now but here I go anyways (sorry) i am 5'7 with brown eyes and hair, I have an athletic build. I can be mischevious, stubborn and Chaotic. I really like Queen and Elton John, I play piano and guitar. I love the rain, but one of my favorite places is the desert. Thank you in advance!

So I wasn’t actually sure I’d ever write for him (the whole him being a real person thing always gives me pause) but my heart and soul said Rick Smolan. He would love taking you on all his adventures, he’d love going on hikes and there would be picture after picture of you in different beautiful places. You guys would sit around the campfire and play your guitar and come up with ridiculous would you rather scenarios and he’d love making love to you under all the stars.

[hopeamarsu]

ADCU

* = Smut

** = Stories that might have triggering content. Please read the tags and keep safe.

Flip Zimmerman

Ember of a dying flame

Can’t wait to see you glow

Sunday morning

Silence - Loquacity

Hit The Slopes - White on White

Cinnamon rolls

Little fella

Robbie series: Piece of Heaven - Building Trust

Eating Out (In) *

Hurt No More *

Hurt

Clyde Logan

Beautiful eyes

Burns

The Proposal - masterlist (12 chapters)

Thoughts - Fantasies - Conversations

Body Work

Night Moves (collaboration with @clydesducktape) *: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Midnight Sun 

Skin on Skin 

What Are You Waiting For

Chicken Wings

River Lea - Part 2 **

Mixing Sessions * : Whisper of Desire - In-Ear Monitor - Stereo Love - Loudspeakers - (Bonus track: The drinks)

Walk With Me:  No Sleep -  5 hours, 32 minutes -  I Don’t Know - Patience 

Alone

Healing Hands

Kindness of a Stranger

Calla lilies

Leather and Lace

Ronnie Peterson

A Moment of Calm

Escape

Invisible

Words

Date Night Disasters 

The Rooftop

Titanium

Keep it Safe *

Sweetie Pie 

Night light **

Rick Smolan

When You Know

The Dam 

Senses: Touch -  Listen -  Scent -  Watch - Taste 

Kylo Ren

Man or Monster

Seeing double

The Gift

My treasure

Training Mat 

Adam Sackler

Bring on the Men - Phillip Altman x Adam Sackler

Snow Angel 

Stripped Bare 

Misc

I want this  - Paul Sevier *

Come Alive - Toby Grummett **

[swiss-mrs]

listen...

I love Rick.

[in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather]

Five Plus One Prompts Masterpost

The prompts

~ Five times Phillip Altman couldn't keep his mouth shut and one time he was left speechless ~

~  Five times Rick Smolan woke up without you and one time he woke up with you ~

~ Five times Flip Zimmerman thought he was in love and the one time he was (serial killer!RC) ~

~ Five times Francisco Garupe woke up without you, and one time you woke up together ~

~ Five times Jacques Le Gris stayed calm and one time he lost his temper ~

~ Five times Clyde Logan and you correct people about your relationship status, and one time you just accept it ~

~ Five times Paul Sevier woke up without you, and one time you woke up together ~

~ Five times Flip Zimmerman wanted to tell you he loved you and the one time he finally did ~

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Impatience

Characters: Rick Smolan x Female Reader

Words: 2.6k

Warnings/Tags: Explicit sexual content (18+), a very subby Rick/dominant female dynamic, heavy talk of masturbation (male and female), praise kink (there’s lots of sweet/good boy, don’t say I didn’t warn you), edging?, very minor verbal degradation, masturbation (male), oral sex (male receiving), unprotected P in V, creampie

Author’s Note: This... is not a place I go very often. Which is a shame because I fucking love writing submissive men, I just don’t post a lot of it for various reasons. But, I went a little feral yesterday and this was the result. 

I’m going to throw a dedication to @paterson-blue​, who is the domme queen and inspired a few moments of this little scene. Thank you for being the most amazing soundboard for ideas and screaming about punishing men with me.

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“Rick?”

This wasn’t exactly how you thought the night would go. You’d risen from your resting position on his lap at the sound of his first muted snore, seeing Rick blissfully unconscious while the movie played out on your TV screen. Your fingers traced at his hairline as he snoozed away, smiling to yourself. Poor, sweet Rick, obviously still jet-lagged from his 14 hour flight the day before.

A part of you didn’t want to wake him, looking so peaceful. However, a stronger, more selfish part had been waiting too long to be satiated. You and Rick had been friends for a long time, lovers on one single occasion just before he left for his most recent expedition. 18 months had been and gone since his last visit to your sector of the world, and you’d waited so patiently.

Now, that patience had run out.

“Hey, wake up sleepy head,” you said softly, a hand now on his shoulder to gently shake him. Rick’s lids fluttered under his glasses, eyebrows creasing as he roused from his slumber. There were a few erratic inhales and exhales as his face turned to you, eyes slowly opening.

“Shit…” he breathed, his expression adorably remorseful. “How long was I out?”

“10 minutes, maybe 15.”

Rick’s face screwed up at the answer, irritated at himself. “I’m sorry. Shit. This jet lag is killing me.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you soothed. “The movie wasn’t that interesting.”

“I didn’t care about the movie.” He was suddenly serious, stifling a yawn to look at you with purpose. “I just didn’t want to waste any time with you.”

Oh, you were hoping he would say that.

You shifted closer, leaning in with your noses almost touching. “Then let’s not waste any more.”

Rick couldn’t help but be flustered by your ensuing kiss, recoiling slightly into the sofa as your lips collided, both your palms at his bearded jaw. It took him a few more seconds to fully relax into the sudden passion you were showing him, actually a little disbelieving of your boldness. Although, you’d always been the confident one in this friendship turned more, with you finally making the move to fuck him senseless those many months ago. It made him excited, to think you might be on the precipice of doing the same now.

So, he began to return your heated kiss, hands feeling down your back as your torso’s became flush together. A shiver ran across his skin when your fingers moved to the hair at the nape of his neck, your lips disconnecting to instead be set at his ear.

“Did you think about me when you were away?”

Rick quickly nodded. “A lot.”

“Yeah?” you hummed. “Did you stroke that big cock thinking about me?”

He didn’t have to lie. “All the time. When… Whenever I had time alone.”

“Mmm, good boy.” Rick’s breath hitched as a set of fingers slid down his front, dangerously close to the hardened erection already straining at your term of endearment. You loved feeling him become tense at your movement, continuing to place small kissed at his neck. “I thought about you too, you know. Fucked myself with my fingers, wishing it was you.”

“Jesus fucking christ,” Rick blurted, his breaths harsh. A whimper soon followed as your palm slid over his bulge, rutting up on instinct to your touch. It was so overwhelming, in a way he relished more than you’d ever know. He wanted more, but was too restrained by his own shyness to ask for it. Luckily, with you he didn’t have to.

You slid downwards off the couch cushions to the floor, kneeling between Rick’s spread legs, beginning to loosen the buttons of his shirt. With each one undone, the tension grew, his eyes darting between where his chest was being revealed and the wildness of your expression. It was at his abdomen you started to leave lingering kisses, brushing your nose against the hair trailing down from his bellybutton. Rick’s hips impulsively bucked at the sensation, your mouth so close to the rising pressure below.

“Oh you really want it bad, don’t you?” you mused, your voice somewhat tormenting. “Need me to suck your cock like I did the last time we were together?”

A stuttered sound of surprise left him when you didn’t wait for an answer and instead swiped your tongue over the swollen inseam. It was hard to collect his thoughts, purging a quick reply from his chest. “F-fuck. Oh fuck, I do. Please. Please suck my cock.”

The wicked smirk you responded with set his skin on fire, as you revelled in the relief he hadn’t lost this endearingly desperate nature in the time you’d been apart.

“So needy, Rick. Aren’t you? Such a needy boy.”

Again, he immediately nodded, conceding openly to the statement. As eager as his impatience was, he didn’t dare move, forcing himself still as you unlatched his belt buckle and shimmied down both his pants and underwear. He noticed how you bit your lip as his dick sprung free from the coverings, pupils expanding at the sight of him, flushed a delicious pink, veins weaving proudly around the shaft.

A rumbling whine broke out when you circled a hand around the hilt, your breath skimming over the heated skin. “Oh you’ve got such a pretty cock.” Once more you let an exhale out, making Rick jolt. “I’ve thought about this cock so much while you were gone. How it tasted. How it felt on my tongue. How it filled me so perfectly.”

Rick’s nails scratched into the sofa beneath him when you dipped down only to kiss at the inner portion of his thighs, taking the seemingly long seconds to press your lips to the sensitive skin all around where he craved you most. Every connection made his balls tense, his legs twitch, and you felt every single movement, gratified at the way he could barely seem to hold himself together.

“I thought you didn’t want to waste time!” he rushed out, exasperated.

You receded, all links to his body lost, resting back on your heels. Oh no, this wouldn’t go without punishment. “Excuse me?”  

The face looking back to you was every shade of distraught. “I- I didn’t mean-”

“You think you can leave me for a year and a half and come back to call the shots?”

“N-no! That’s not what-”

“You think you can get what you want so easily? Get me to suck you off and fuck you just like that? Huh?”

In reality, it would have been this simple. But… this was too much fun. Seeing Rick frantic and anxious at the thought of going without.

“Of course not. I don’t… I didn’t expect anything, I swear.”

“You didn’t? Didn’t think I’ve been waiting for you all this time? Didn’t want me to fuck you again? Once was enough?”

The fear in Rick’s face was glaring, cornered and frightened of what you were implying. “No- Of course I wanted you to fuck me again. It’s… FUCK, it’s all I’ve thought about but-”

“Shhh,” you hushed, almost chuckling, your hand slipping up his thigh. “It’s okay sweet boy. I know.”

Rick swallowed hard, exhaling with a shaking breath. He fucking loved when you called him that. And you knew too, with the way his length spasmed in front of you.

“I know you were just impatient. And greedy. Weren’t you?” Another quick succession of nods, Rick staring down at you with a wide-eyed repentance. “Do you want to try and make up for it?”

“I’ll do anything. Please. What is it? Tell me what to do.”

“Touch yourself,” you said succinctly. “Show me how much you missed me.”

At first, he was frozen, unsure at the proposition. He’d never done that for someone before. Had someone watch him. Yet when he fully comprehended your expecting appearance, giving no room for misinterpretation, Rick moved to obey, gripping around the thickness of his shaft and slowly moving his fist up and down.

You became transfixed by his motions, seeing the skin glide over the hardened centre, hearing rumbling whimpers fill the air at each rotation of his wrist. Leaning onto your knees, you had your faces meet again, noting how Rick struggled to keep his eyes open and focused on yours, jaw becoming slack as the low moans seeped out.

“Such a good boy for me.” You gently pushed away some of the mussed hair over his forehead. “Is this what you did when you were alone? Fisted your cock at the thought of me there with you?”

“Mm-hm,” he panted, not slowing his pace. “Even… Took some videos…”

“Did you now?”

“Uh huh.” A loud groan slipped out, his concentration broken momentarily. “But I… I was too afraid to send them.”

You could have chastised him, made him feel shameful over this significant lack of communication. Instead, you wanted to reward him for being so honest, so vulnerable. “It’s alright, I’m getting the live showing now. And it was well worth the wait.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh definitely.” Your shifted yourself back in front of where his motion became harsher, a droplet of moisture dribbling from the tip. It made you lose some of your composure, dying to know his salted taste after so long with it only sparked from your memories. “You do such a good job of fucking yourself but… Do you know what might feel even better?”

Rick grunted, low and hard. “Fuck. Yes. I do know. Please. Please let me have it.”

“Okay sweet boy, I’ll give you what you want.”

You guided his hand away, replacing it with your own, gazing up as you finally sunk your mouth onto his tip, swirling your tongue around it. The vibration of his subsequent moan could be felt on your lips, your contented smile difficult to contain as you slithered further down.

The thing you’d always remembered about Rick, what had kept your one night together haunting you even after the other men you’d taken to your bed to relieve the restless itch of lust, was how vocal he was. Every moment was filled with a gasping moan or loud whine, something your occasional partners kept in a bizarre secrecy.

So, during time too many times to count, you’d imagined Rick helpless and delirious like he was now, groaning deeply every time you filled your throat with him. His mouth quivered open with pleasured awe as you let a ball of spit drop down, using a hand and tongue in tandem to bring him the pleasure he deserved. Even his glasses began to fog from the heat of his quickened breaths, hips squirming with your every descent, knowing he was creeping closer to his peak by the pitiful sounds he made.

Sensing he was teetering too near to the edge, you retreated. “I hope your not going to cum before I’ve had my chance to fuck you.”

He remained heaving, eyes frenzied from the high he’d fallen from. “Fuck me. Please fuck me. I need… I need to be inside you.”

Toying with him a little more wouldn’t hurt. You stood, reaching at the hem of your skirt to reveal the soaked panties underneath. “You need this? Hm? Is this what you need? You need my cunt?”

“Oh god please,” he begged, seeing the tremble of his lips at the plea.

You smiled, hooking a finger under the lace at each side and slipped the material down your legs. Rick observed in silent amazement as you perched yourself onto the sofa over his lap, settling down with your pussy lips bonding to his hardness. He whimpered as you thrust over the top of it, your slick pronounced and smooth, a precise indication of what his vulnerability did to you.

“This is how wet you made me, being such a good boy,” you purred, adding another advance of your pelvis, having Rick speechless and dumbstruck by the action. “Do you know how many times I’ve been like this? Thinking about what it feels like with your cock inside me?”

In a rare show of confidence, he countered your question. “You don’t have to imagine it now. It’s right here.”

Nestling your cheek against his, you silently agreed, gripping onto his dick to guide it to your entrance, having it split you down the middle. Your moans were synchronised, clinging to each other as you felt Rick complete you, fleetingly lost to the ecstasy of how he filled you like this. But a raging urge took over, wanting to be the one completely in control.

You coiled a hand at his neck, shoving him back into the pillows, looking down while you started to force yourself onto his cock, over and over, savouring the way he whined and moaned under you. “You like it, don’t you? Being fucked like this? You’ve missed it, haven’t you?”

“Yes!” he wailed, the volume dampened by your vice around his throat. “Oh god yes.”

“I want you to cum inside me Rick.” You pressed harder, noting the throb of his cock within, having his nails dig into your rear as your bounced atop of him. “Want it dripping out of me. Can you do that sweet boy? Fill me up?”

He could barely handle it, the thought of thick, white liquid seeping out of your core nearly too much to bear. But you continued, struck by your own desires, grabbing at his idle hand to place two fingers at your clit and move at exactly the tempo you needed.

“Keep this going and you… You’ll make me cum,” you heaved, your voice losing its power as you pressed your body closer to Rick, winding your fingers through his hair as your fucked him harder, deeper, hearing the sobs of his pleasure right at your ear. He didn’t dare defy your demand, swirling over your pleasure point while you impaled yourself. And so suddenly it was out of your influence, crumbling under the nuanced nature of his touch, finding yourself clenching and moaning as the ecstasy overcame you.

While you movements slowed briefly, Rick’s voice broke into balmy air. “Did… Did I do that?”

“Yes, sweet boy,” you panted, gradually descending from your high. “You made me feel so good. And I want to make you feel the same…” You began to rock back and forth, sliding over him with ease, your release coating every inch.

You knew it wouldn’t take long, but Rick was closer to the edge than you’d presumed, his breaths faltering to an uneven beat.

“F-fuck, I can’t hold it.”

With a few vigorous thrusts, Rick was barreling into an explosive climax, pleasure rippling outwards through his long limbs. His thunderous groan was muffled into your neck as he clutched at you, feeling the sweat of his brow swipe across your skin.

“I’m s-sorry,” he puffed, timidly looking to you. “I couldn’t stop it.”

You smiled, fixing his glasses to sit properly at the bridge of his nose. “You don’t have to be sorry, you did exactly what I asked.” Gently you pushed a few moistened strands away to settle a kiss at his temple. “Filled me all the way up.”

Rick let out a softened sigh of relief, a toothy grin spreading across his face. “You keep fucking me like that, I’ll never leave you empty again.”

“Again?” you asked playfully. “What makes you think you’ll get another chance to?”

You almost wanted to laugh at the heartbroken frown that met your question. “Don’t make me beg.”

“But Rick, you already know how much I love it when you beg.”

~

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Clyde Logan

Fics:

Honey, You're Familiar (Like My Mirror Years Ago)

Clyde x Female!OC

AO3 I 3.6k + 4k + 4k + 4k + 4k

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 * I Part 4 * I Part 5*

One-Shots:

Cinnamon & Chocolate*

A/B/O Dynamics & MMF Relationship; Beta!Clyde x Alpha!Paterson x Omega!fem!AFAB!Reader

AO3 I 7.6k

Charlie Barber

Fics:

Deep End Distractions

Charlie x Fem!AFAB Reader

AO3 I 4.2k + 4.6k + 4.9k

Part 1 I Part 2* I Part 3*

Ficlets:

Wildest Dreams

Charlie x Fem!Reader (can be read as Gender-Neutral!Reader)

AO3 I 1.6k

Henry McHenry

Series:

A Study in Henry

The Night, The Flame*

~~~~~ Henry x Fem!AFAB Reader

~~~~~ AO3 I 2.1k

Fine Line*

~~~~~ Henry x Fem!AFAB Reader

~~~~~ AO3 I 2.3k

Maurizio Gucci

Fics:

Gold Rush

Maurizio x Fem!AFAB Reader

AO3 I 5.5k + ?

Part 1* I Part 2

Kylo Ren / Ben Solo

Fics:

Shadow of the Sea

Merman!Kylo x fem!AFAB Reader

AO3 I 4.3k + ? + ? + ?

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I ?

Ficlets:

A Shrike to Your Sharp & Glorious Thorn *

Kylo x Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I 1k

Paterson

One-Shots:

Cinnamon & Chocolate*

A/B/O Dynamics & MMF Relationship; Alpha!Paterson x Beta!Clyde x Omega!fem!AFAB!Reader

AO3 I 7.6k

Adam Sackler

One-Shots:

Fever Pitch*

A/B/O Dyanmics; Alpha!Sackler x Omega!Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I 5.9k

Impulse Control* - ADCU Summer Fic Exchange

Adam Sackler x fem!AFAB!reader

AO3 I 8.4k

Nervous Energy* - Marie Sackler Giveaway

Adam Sackler x fem!AFAB!reader

AO3 I 3.7k

Flip Zimmerman

Ficlets:

Likes, Loves

Flip x Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I < 1k

Paul Sevier

One-Shots:

Dreamscape*

Paul Sevier x Gender-Neutral!Reader

AO3 I 3.1k

Rick Smolan

Ficlets:

A Night at Home*

Rick Smolan x SoftDomme!Reader

1.1k

Father Francisco Garupe (Francis)

One-Shots:

Moment's Silence*

Francis Garupe x afab!plus size!Reader

AO3 I 2.6k

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Clyde: Clyde loved the boudoir photo book you’d given him for your anniversary. Every page just made him harder and harder, especially when the last few pages were just you. He loved the photos of you in those strappy heels he’s learned to love so much. The matching black panties. He couldn’t contain himself when he got that book out to look at.

Flip: Flip had a few photos he’d taken of you on his phone early in the mornings. You’d fallen asleep the night before, his flannel dangling off of your shoulders. Your chest is usually out of it and maybe you weren’t under the blanket. He loves those sleepy little photos. They were so natural and so unposed.

Sackler: titty pics, titty pics, titty pics. When you wanted to give Adam an extra good day, you’d pull your shirt up— with a bra or not— and snap a picture to send to him. He’d usually tell you to be ready for him when he got home. And you always were.

Daniel: Daniel loved the photos you took with him. When he was buried deep inside of you and you’d reach over, grab your phone, and snap a photo of where your two bodies met. He loved when you took photos of his mouth on you, of the marks he made. He loved the silly little selfies together after. The ones you’d be kissing in and you could see a little bit of your boobs. He loved the pictures you let him grab your ass for. He loved seeing his hands on you. Because he was your good boy and he wanted to know it.

Rick: Rick loved Polaroids. He loved when you got yourself all done up for him. Bare skin, fixed up hair, your makeup done for the Gods— or for him— he loved when you took them yourself. The angles you’d take them at, drawing attention to your chest, ass, and thighs. Especially your thighs.

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Rick Smolan x f!Reader

Word Count: 521

Warnings: breasts

Notes: here’s another @writer-wednesday blurb! i hope it’s enjoyable!

He’s bundled up, turtle neck to his ears and coat pulled close over top. Snowflakes are settling into strands of his hair as one gloved hand squeezes yours. Rick is happy to be here. Happy that you begged him to take a break, to go with you somewhere new, somewhere fun. Just the two of you. He’s got his camera bag attached to his hip— just in case something strikes his fancy.

this walk is what you needed. you needed the time to reconnect with him, he’s gone so often these days. It seems as if you can’t even enjoy the time he is home. He spends it spread out on the sofa, finding the best images from his recent voyages. Or he spends it developing photos of you, the photos he’ll more than likely tuck into his suitcases to remember you by. But he’s here now, his hand tucked tightly into yours. Rick flashes the prettiest smile at you, pushes his glasses up on his nose just a bit. “it’s a bit cold out here.” you mumble to him, his hand leaving yours to wrap an arm around your waist.

Rick loves you, he always has. ever since he’s met you. You’ve given him a reason to keep going, to treasure every moment of his life. He can hardly wait each day to close the lid on his laptop and curl you close to his body and hold you in his arms for as long as you’ll let him. and now he gets to love you here, on a trip for just the two of you. he gets to love you in this small little town in Europe that you will treasure for years to come. He’ll get to think of the days you spent here, sitting by the fire in the room of your bed and breakfast. he’ll get to think of the morning kisses you shared. he’ll think of your bare skin pressed against his, too hot for clothing even if there’s a chill settling into your bones from the open window. and he’ll have that photo of you stashed into his bags. your body draped in swaths of sheets and a thick duvet over your calves. he’ll have that photo of the swells of your breasts, the dimples in your back, the curves of your spine— he’ll have these memories of you, whether you keep them or not.

There’s a cafe not too far from where you’re walking, it’s covered in a thin layer of snow— wreaths holding snowflake after snowflake as he pushes the door open for you. “order us some hot chocolate?” he asks as he grabs out his camera, “just give me one second.” he kisses your cheek and watches you walk up to the counter. and maybe he steps out into the street to snap a photo of the view. the storefronts he’ll always wants to treasure. and he can see you in the corner, through the window of the cafe. you’re ordering for the both of you and he doesn’t know if he’s been more in love than he is right now.

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[hopeamarsu]

Kinktober 2021 - Masterlist

Here it is, my masterlist for Kinktober 2021 which starts this week. 

I won’t be using the taglist for these, purely because it’s going to be a lot and I don’t want to clog anything. If you want, you can follow the tag ‘hopeamarsu kinktober 2021′ or you can filter it to keep them out of sight. 

Please also note that all fics in this masterlist are 18+ only as they contain smut/nsfw writing. Please also check individual fics for separate warnings.

The list I’m using is this one by @buckyownsmylife , thank you so much for putting all these lists together! 

Day 1 - Dry Humping (Adam Sackler x fem!reader)

Day 2 - Face Fucking (Pero Tovar x reader)

Day 3 - Begging (Ronnie Peterson x reader)

Day 4 - Masturbation (Rick Smolan x reader)

Day 5 - Daddy kink (Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x fem!reader)

Day 6 - Overstimulation (Will Miller x fem!reader)

Day 7 - Praising (Clyde Logan x reader)

Day 8 - Sound kink (Frankie Morales x fem!reader)

Day 9 - Mirror sex (Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x fem!reader)

Day 10 - Orgasm control (Ronnie Peterson x reader)

Day 11 - Face sitting (Santiago Garcia x fem!reader)

Day 12 - Lingerie kink (Benny Miller x fem!reader)

Day 13 - Deep throating (Adam Sackler x reader)

Day 14 - Role play (Clyde Logan x fem!reader)

Day 15 - Food play (Pero Tovar x reader)

Day 16 - Car sex (Frankie Morales x fem!reader)

Day 17 - Toys (Will Miller x fem!reader)

Day 18 - Uniform kink (Ronnie Peterson x fem!reader)

Day 19 - Morning sex (Rick Smolan x reader)

Day 20 - Phone sex (Santiago Garcia x reader)

Day 21 - Unprotected sex (Frankie Morales x fem!reader)

Day 22 - Clothed sex (Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x fem!reader)

Day 23 - Sensation play (Flip Zimmerman x fem!reader)

Day 24 - Dirty talk (Adam Sackler x reader)

Day 25 - Fingerfucking (Pero Tovar x fem!reader)

Day 26 - Thigh riding (Rick Smolan x reader)

Day 27 - Sensory deprivation (Clyde Logan x reader)

Day 28 - Semi-public sex (Will Miller x fem!reader)

Day 29 - Hair-pulling (Flip Zimmerman x reader)

Day 30 - Accidental stimulation (Santiago Garcia x fem!reader)

Day 31 - Pool/sea sex (Frankie Morales x fem!reader x Will Miller)

[anessthesiaa]

Would you please do N-Nicknames for all the guys??? Thank you for being so generous with your writing!

You are most welcome, dear anon! 

CW/TW: Some NSFW content throughout

Kylo

Kylo’s nickname for you is angel. He can’t think of a better word to describe you, such a calm, reassuring, and warm presence. He sprinkles the word throughout all conversations with you, with a soft tone in his voice, his eyes glued to you. “You look so beautiful angel.” He tells you, everyday. eyes gleaming with adoration as he scans your body. “Come here and let me see you, my sweet angel.” 

Ben

Ben’s nickname for you is princess. You are nothing less to him, the brightest light in his life, bringing him the most comfort, of anything else. To him, you are warmth and hope, and to you, he is the strong and secure comforting presence, and he always remains your sweet prince. He says the name to you as you’re near sleep, head rested on his chest, his arms strong you; “sweet dreams, my princess.”

Flip

Flip’s nickname for you is kitten. It is not always meant to be dominant, well not quite like that. He says it to you, in day-to-day discussions. “What sounds good for dinner, kitten?” or “Do you need anything, kitten?” ranging all the way to “That’s it, kitten, just like that, you feel so good like that.” 

Clyde

Clyde’s nickname for you is darlin’. And he can not keep from saying it, almost every sentence, every time he speaks to you. “Look at my sweet darlin’, so beautiful.” Or as simple as: “Dinner was so wonderful, darlin.” Planting soft kisses on your foreheads, hands gentle through your hair. “I love you so much, darlin’.”

Charlie

Charlie’s nickname for you is simple, just a sweet, short honey. The word spills smooth from his lips as he talks to you, voice always in the most calm and reassuring tone. “Are you alright, honey?” He will ask, hands soft on your cheeks, cupping your face in his hands. “Are you sure, you know you can tell me anything you need, to honey.” “I’ve got you, honey.” His gentle voice reassures, making you feel at ease on even your worst days.

Paterson

   Paterson’s nickname for you is my love. As he rests his head in your lap, letting you toy with his hair after a long day, his voice is calm as he unwinds under your touch. “Thank you, my love, that feels so nice.”  His voice brings instant comfort after your bad days, letting you rest with your head on his chest- “let me take you care of my love.” 

Jamie Massey

Jamie’s nickname for you is sweet pea. Walking the streets of the city with you, his eyes as bright on you as they are the places around him, you bring him the ambition to feel excited, to look forward to life. “How about we go dance, sweet pea?” He asks you, hand tugging on your, pulling your wine-drunk body to the dance floor, interlocking his fingers with you. “My sweet pea is so damn beautiful.” 

Adam Sackler

Adam’s nickname for you is sweetheart. Teasing you with kisses all along your collarbone, and your neck, the scruff of his beard sending shivers down your spine. “Is that what you want, sweetheart?” He asks you playfully. “Well I guess I’m just going to have to give you what you want when we get home, sweetheart.” And he does, leaving bite marks along your inner thigh, spelling the word sweetheart out, letter by letter with his head between your thighs.

Ronnie Peterson

 Ronnie’s nickname for you is doll. He is a strong, protective presence to you, the feeling of his arm around you, making you feel instantly at ease. “I’ve got you doll, you’re alright.” He smiles softly at you- pulling you into him for a kiss. “I’m gonna keep you safe here with me, doll.” 

Dan Jones

Dan’s nickname for you is babygirl. He finds comfort and tranquility in your voice, in your touch. After long days that end with throbbing headaches, he finds himself near-collapsed in your arms. “Today was so long, babygirl.” You take him in with joy, to take care of him, soothe the stress of the day, sitting behind him, knuckles kneading deep into his shoulder blades, letting him cry if needed, knowing that he feels bad to, during other times of the day, but you kiss away the tears, stroking his hair, letting him know what a fantastic job he doing. “Thank you, babygirl” he tells you, head resting on you, until he falls asleep on your chest.

Rick Smolan

Rick’s nickname for you is sunshine. You are bright to him, beautiful in every photograph he takes, his eyes gleaming as he talks to you, spending his days with you, as much as possible, on hikes, and runs, snapping pictures that he will line up along his office wall. “You are so wonderful, sunshine.” He praises, holding your hands in his. “You are all the light in this world, my beautiful sunshine.” 

Phillip Altman

Phillip’s nickname for you is a simple babe. He does try his best to sound as affectionate as possible, and has every intention of it, but sometimes it just comes out so Phillip Altman-esque. “God, babe, your ass is so beautiful like this, c’mere and let me see a little closer.” It makes you laugh every time, hearing him fluster to sound sentimental. “Look at those pretty little lips of yours, babe, I know exactly where they would look perfect.” And you have to admit, you don’t mind the blatant praise so much.

Toby Grisoni

Toby’s nickname for you is beauty. He simply cannot fathom you not knowing how much he absolutely adores you, his hands all over you, as he’s kissing you. “That’s my beauty, so pretty and perfect just like this.” He tells you, making you blush. “I can’t wait til we’re home, my wonderful beauty, so I can show you just how much I adore you.”

Francisco Garupe

Father Garupe’s nickname for you is my dear. He towers above you, hands delicately placed on either side of your face, stroking the hair out of your eyes with a gentle, sweeping thumb, as he kisses you. “My dear, you never fail to amaze me.” He tells you, sharing your warmth. “I cannot put into words, what you mean to me, you are my whole world.”

[paterson-blue]

hey! if I'm wrong, I do apologise, but I just noticed that your requests were open and I was wondering if I could request a lil subby!rick smolan smut?

Oh yes you can, Nonny! And it’s one of my favorite flavors, too 😌 Delicious. I love Rick, but I'm new to writing him, so I hope this is alright. It really, uh, got away from me what can I say. Oop! This isn't beta read so... read at your own risk. Cheers!

A Night at Home

Word Count: 1,128

Warnings: femme!reader, soft domme!reader, sub!Rick, off screen orgasm denial, touch starved!Rick, super brief ass play (if you squint) (m receiving), teasing, use of "good boy," it's smut but it's soft, one (1) L-Bomb, unprotected PIV sex (no chance of pregnancy)–let me know if I need to add anything else!

“Tell me about your trip.”

Rick’s head lolls to the side to look at you, his plush mouth hanging open. You stroke your hand up his long, hard cock, rubbing your thumb over his slit—he rewards you with a breathy moan. You shift your body where you’re reclining next to him on the bed, waiting for him to speak.

“Now?” He manages, the littlest hint of a whine in his voice. You hum, playing with his spongy tip; it was turning the prettiest shade of purple. Rick whimpers, chewing on his bottom lip—he was touch starved, always was after being gone. It’d only been two weeks, but you’d asked him not to touch himself the entire time.

You’d honestly expected a call from him saying he couldn’t wait any longer, asking you if he could get off, if you would let him cum. He was a good boy for you more often than not, and if he asked you politely, you were usually inclined to allow it. But this time, no call. He’d gotten home and jumped you—all eager, lanky limbs and large, wandering hands.

“I didn’t touch myself. I swear I didn’t, I was good, I was good. Please let me cum baby, please, please, please.”

You almost wanted to scold him for being so impatient, but you let it slide. You were just as starved for him; you’d missed him—you could give him this.

… But not without a little teasing along the way.

“C’mon, Ricky, tell me.” You cajole him, your hand slipping down to his heavy balls, squeezing them gently. He shudders, blinking up at you owlishly from under his glasses, no thoughts in his normally bright eyes. Such a sweet boy.

“I—“ he starts, jaw working as he nestles his head back into the pillow.

You arch your brows, stopping the movement of your hand and letting it rest on the pale expanse of his inner thigh. “You need me to stop so you can focus?”

Rick keens, shaking his head frantically, his long hair falling into his face. “No, no, please, please don’t stop, I’ll—I’ll be good, I promise.” His hands twitch at his sides where they were clutching at the sheets. He wants to touch, but he won’t let himself, not without permission.

You brush the pads of your fingers over the soft crease of his thigh, making him spread his legs further. His throat clicks with a harsh swallow as you dip your fingertips down, down, down, rubbing against the pale, taut skin of his ass.

Rick’s hips jerk up, and suddenly he’s babbling, his usual chattiness taking on an edge of desperation. “It was good, it was long hours and I hate interacting with other members of the press, you know, but it was fine. Louisiana’s hot, it was so muggy, but—but, everything went a-according to plan for o-once—“ His voice cracks when you take his cock back into your hand, tracing the pronounced vein running from top to bottom.

You stroke him languidly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. He sighs into your mouth, nuzzling into you, the wire frames of his glasses pressing into your cheeks. You savor the soft, needy noises he makes as he sucks gently at your bottom lip, his hips canting up once more as he attempts to quicken your pace. It makes you pull away from him, giving him the slightest frown. “Baby.” You warn him, though you keep your tone mild.

Rick looks up at you with those big brown puppy-dog eyes, arching his neck back, a subconscious sign of submission. “M’sorry, I--I missed you so much. Missed you every single second, wanted you so bad. But I didn’t touch myself, even when--” he pauses, a pretty pink blush spreading over his freckled cheeks and pronounced nose,”--even when I woke up so hard I was leaking everywhere, just the way you like.”

“Hmm, I do like that.” You tell him, because you know he needs you to say something, to acknowledge his words. He nods quickly, eyes flicking over your face, landing on your lips more than once.

“I waited. I was good. I’m a good boy.” He murmurs, and it's verging on a question. He needs it confirmed, needs to hear it after being away for so long. So you nod, sitting up and maneuvering yourself to straddle his slim hips, taking time to rub your slick cunt over the hot length of his cock. Rick sucks in a sharp breath borderlining on a sob, and you smile.

“You are a good boy, baby. The best boy. My best boy.” You croon at him, rolling your hips, sighing happily whenever the thick head of his cock bumps against your clit. You keep a slow, even pressure, hands resting on his chest. Rick watches you, mouth hanging open, eyes shiny. He looks so fucking beautiful.

“Ask nicely for what you want, honey.” Your words are calm as you shift your weight, adjusting your hands on his pecs so you can pinch at his small, dusky nipples. He lets out a guttural noise from deep in his throat, arching up into your touch. Fuck, you were dripping, and you know he can feel it, too.

“W-Want inside. Please, let me inside. I don’t--I don’t even have to cum, you can just u-use me to get off, okay? I just need you, need your pussy so bad, s’been so fucking long.” He’s babbling again, going on and on the way only he can. He’s a talkative one, your Rick. You really only know of a few sure-fire ways to, affectionately, shut him up. Might as well use one now.

You lift up on your knees, giving him a nod. “Go ahead, then. Don’t make me do all the work.”

Rick jumps into motion, hands moving now that he has permission, immediately smoothing one large palm up your thigh to hold you steady as he nudges his tip against your opening. “Thank you, thank you, oh fuck, I love you so much, you’re so--” His words are lost as he presses himself into you, and you take it upon yourself to do the rest--sliding down, savoring the feeling of him splitting you open. Rick groans long and low, eyes rolling back in his head, hands holding your hips in a bruising grip. “Yes--” he hitches out, heaving in a breath, “--yes, oh, please, fuck me.”

You can only grin at him, breathless. You missed him when he was gone for work, but having him like this each time he came back? It was worth it. You wait until he’s got his bleary gaze trained back on you to speak again.

“Alright baby, let’s see how long you can last.”

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[glassbxttles]

♡ You met Rick walking a trail in Northern California. You’d stepped away from your friends— and hiking group— to admire the scene in front of you.

♡ You saw Rick shooting photos of the canyon a few yards away from where you were and you cocked your head to the side. Those were some awfully short shorts for a man that tall. 

♡ You walked over to him. Maybe he wanted to be left alone, but that hair and those eyes with that confused smile— you couldn’t stop yourself.

♡ “Hi. Nice shorts.” You smile as you stand beside him. He lowered his camera and let out a low laugh, pushing back his hair. 

♡ “Thank you.” His laugh faded into a happy smile as he looked at you. “Enjoying the view?”

♡ “Mhm. Both of them.” You wink, Rick seemingly liked that answer as he raised his camera and snapped a photo of you. “Wanna catch dinner?” You asked him happily. 

♡ He just checked the photo quietly and smiled, “I’d love to. I’ll bring this too.” He refers to the photo. “Tuesday work?”

♡ Tuesday’s an odd day for a date, but you just nod. Must be his day off. You exchange numbers and nod your head at him as you see Rick (: with his number underneath in your phone.

♡ You see your friends waving at you and you have Rick one more look, “go on, I have work to do.” He laughed. “I’ll see you Tuesday.” 

[thepilotanon]

Heart of the Beast ix

ix. rectitude {masterlist}

warnings: None.

I'm not having a whole lot of free time to focus directly on this, but I'm pretty glad how it turned out! I find it interesting trying to write in the perspective of sisters (I don't have any), so if anyone know what it's like, please let me know your thoughts! I promise next chapter will have FLUFF.

Read chapter ix here on ao3! If you would like to be added to a tag list here on Tumblr, please feel free to PM me or go into my askbox. Any comments or feedback is always appreciated. I hope you enjoy!

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[jynzandtonic]

I'm entrusting your beautiful mind and writing (that I adore) with this very special ask: HCs for what it's be like to be with our nerdy photographer Rick on a road trip?

Hey, sweet thang! Thank you so much; what a wonderful ask! I’m so glad you love our resident photo boy. Because I’m recontextualizing Rick into a modern AU character (just to steer clear of RPF), you’ll be hearing a bit more about him when his Meet the Boys segment comes out—let’s just say road-tripping is a big part of his life. ;)

So as not to spoil your appetite, here are some light road-trip snaccs.

For Rick, all things are about the journey, not just the destination—road trips included. If there’s a scenic byway, he’ll take it. If there’s a waterfall or scenic overlook or secret swimming hole an hour out of the way, you better bet you’re detouring.

Even though he’s updated his stereo with a Bluetooth connection, he still has a slot for tapes. No, not CDs—tapes. If you stop in a town with a good record store, the two of you love rifling through the 25¢ boxes of tapes looking for old-school faves and things you’ve never even heard of before. Last time, you spent a whopping dollar to pick up some Paul Simon, Fela Kuti, A Tribe Called Quest, and Les Surfs to hold you over till the next state.

You’re always stocked up on road trip snacks, and you’ve got a little camp stove for times when you want to brew a cup of coffee or tea on the go. Oh, and the two of you don’t ever stay in hotels on multi-day trips—did I mention his ride is this VW Westfalia?

Here are some tunes you’ve been jammin’ to: