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#IM SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING FENNEL FIELDS CHAPTER 4 YALL
lunaticsandidiots · 2 years
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z, "yes sir" must have had some kind of crack in it because oh my gOD it was amazing. it was so good, i was wondering if we could get like...a reverse of that in a sense? rather than rick being in charge, having the reader and adrian be in charge and tease rick and torture him like he did them? cause god i think rick would try and use that southern charm of his to take back control and the reader and adrian almost fall for it but then realize what he's doing and continue to dominate him in a sense.
DUDE I LITERALLY CANNOT STOP WRITING FOR THIS RANDOM-ASS SPECIFIC-ASS CRACK SHIP RIGHT NOW! YOU GUYS JUST KEEP GIVING ME THE MOST DELICIOUS PROMPTS THAT WOULD BE A CRIME IF DIDN’T THEN WRITE FOR THEM! THANK YOU ANON I LOVE YOU I KISS YOU ON THE HEAD MWAH
nice try [sub!rick flag x dom!reader x dom!adrian chase]
(gn!reader) (nsfw 18+)
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Rick’s head felt like it was melting into the feather down pillow in the centre of the bed, his vocal cords vibrating in a silent growl as you and Adrian each kept an arm pinned to the bed. 
Rick was not going to let the two of you break him.
You sucked and nipped at the smooth skin of Flag’s neck, starting at his clavicle, then working your way up to the taut skin behind his ear with a devious mewl. One of your hands was in charge of keeping Rick’s right arm in place, while the other was lost in the fabric of his boxer briefs, stroking his cock at an agonisingly slow pace. The fabric of Flag’s underwear brushed against his head every so often, making him tense his jaw so hard he could hear his eardrums rumbling as he stifled another grunt.
Rick was not going to let you break him.
Adrian was busy a little further down Flag’s body, tonguing and groping away at his toned chest while his free hand kept Rick’s left arm secured above him. Adrian was selfishly pleasuring himself while he did all this, hoping that neither of you would notice the subtle roll of his hips as he rutted his clothed cock against Flag’s bare thigh.
Rick was not going to let Adrian break him.
As you continued to mark up the skin of Flag’s throat, Rick noticed that his left hand wasn’t too far away from Adrian, who’s head was bobbing and undulating as he lightly grazed Flag’s nipple with his teeth. If Rick played his cards just right, he might’ve been able to gain back control.
Letting out a voiceless sigh of pleasure to sell his manoeuvre, Flag rolled his wrist to loosen Adrian’s grip just enough to be able to reach out and weave his fingers through Adrian’s curly, brown hair. Flag gently curled his fingers, knowing that just the right amount of tension would immediately have Adrian under his thumb.
And just like Flag had anticipated, Adrians head shot up with a breathy moan to ogle at Rick with red, swollen lips and dilated pupils half covered by lust-heavy eyelids. Your head was still buried in the crook of Flag’s neck, groaning as you yourself began to slowly grind your hips against Flag’s thigh, your deep kisses never stopping.
“Makin’ me feel so good, darlin’��� Flag dotingly murmured. Adrian just nodded from behind his love-sick gaze. Adrian’s hand was still uselessly wrapped around Flag’s wrist as Flag began to tighten his grip, slowly gaining back control.
“Bein’ such a good boy for me...” Rick uttered, beginning to pull Adrian towards his lips. Adrian was too mesmerised under Rick’s hungry stare to notice that Flag had easily begun to steal the reins.
“Y’know, it’d make me feel re-”
Flag’s persuasion was cut short by a boisterous smack, the new angle of his view and the sharp stinging of his right cheek quickly substantiating the guess that you had, in fact, slapped him. Hard. 
His head whipped back around to see you sitting up, still straddling his thigh, your chest rapidly rising and falling in exertion. Flag felt an intoxicating mix of bewilderment and dread grab ahold of him as a cold, calculating smirk washed over your features. Your hand cupped Flag’s cheek, condescendingly stroking at the red, angry handprint you’d left as Flag looked up at you in awe.
“Nice try, Flag.” you cooed, your tone laced with sarcasm.
“You know,” Adrian started, well since snapped out of his daze as he reached under the bed, “It looks like the Colonel tried to sweet talk his way outta this one. And he almost got me this time...”
Adrian pulled out a pair of steel handcuffs, the key jingling against the chain as Adrian pulled them tight in front of Flag’s face with a menacing laugh.
“But not quite.”
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