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lacontroller1991 · 1 year

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Bull Ride (Rick Flag x F!Reader)

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Warnings: SMUT 18+, language, dirty talk, sexual suggestions, drinking, innuendos, girl on top, unestablished relationship, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), creampie, uncovered feelings, tipsy sex with consent

Inspired by a conversation with @a-reader-and-a-writer a long time ago.

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Rick looks over his shoulder for the ninth time in a row, his hands gripping his mug a little tighter each time as he watches you laugh in amusement, a smile never leaving your face as you watch man after man get tossed from the mechanical bull. Rick grumbles at the sight, swirling his beer around before downing it and making his way over to the crowd.

Tapping on the announcer's shoulder, Rick asks to be next as he catches your eyes from the arena, a perfect brow raised in question.

"Alright folks, our next contestant is Rick!" The crowd cheers around him but his ears tune out all the others, only focusing on the way you cheer his name. The man places a worn cowboy hat on Rick's parted hair before giving him a slap on the back. "Good luck." Rick nods as he hops over the barricade and straddles the mechanical bull. Gripping onto the handle with one hand, Rick holds onto the hat as the bull slowly begins to move. After picking up pace, Rick's body flows with each rough thrust of the bull. People around him cheering and screaming in support as Rick manages to stay on the bull longer than most of the previous riders.

You, on the other hand, can't help the way the blush slowly blooms under your skin as your eyes fixate on his posture and how it moves in tandem. And his hips. His damn hips. "Hot damn." A girl next to you mutters as she twirls a finger in her hair, her heated gaze watching Rick's body. You roll your eyes in annoyance as jealousy creeps in. It's not like he's yours. He's merely a friend, a coworker, but damn you wish he was yours. You take another sip of the drink in your hand as the bull starts to slow down.

"Alright, easy there cowboy. Don't wanna show up everybody now," the announcer jokes as the bull comes to a complete stop, allowing Rick to slip off with grace and make his way over to you, a shit eating grin on his face, but before he can make a comment, the girl from earlier steps in.

"Howdy cowboy. Wanna take me for a ride?" You have to resist the urge to kick her ass into the floor as Rick lightly places his hands on her arms and pushes her to the side, unveiling you.

"Enjoy the show?"

"Oh for sure. You were definitely entertaining," you comment, plucking the hat off his head and placing it on yours, a sudden surge of confidence flowing through you. "Though I'd like to see what else those hips could do, Colonel."

Rick chuckles, taking the drink out of your hand, the adrenaline from the ride and alcohol coursing through his veins and giving him the courage to flirt back. "Well darlin', that's if you can handle the ride."

"What makes you think I can't, Colonel?" Rick blushes as your manicured hand traces down his covered abdomen. "I don't think you could handle the rider."

Rick takes a step closer, walking into your touch and you can't deny the pure energy that flows between the contact. "Why don't we get outta here and find out?" Your previously hooded eyes shoot wide open as you take in the meaning of his words and for a second you can see the regret in Rick's eyes at the bold suggestion. "I mean, we don't actually have to. I was just flirtin'. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable." He mentally beats himself up as his eyes roam the room, finding interest in a random hole on the wall. He knows he shouldn't have said anything. He knows he should've stuck to just keeping things professional but a hand on his forearm stirs him from his thoughts as he looks down at you, sporting a soft smile.

"No, no." You're quick to reassure him. "I could go for a ride."

You and Rick kiss each other with a blind passion, teeth clanging against each other as he backs you and him through the door to his apartment. Falling onto the couch, Rick's hands fall to your hips and drag you on top, your legs straddling either side of his legs as his hands roam around your body.

Breaking away, the two of you pant as you hastily get undressed, dying to have full skin on skin contact. Slipping off his lap, you shove your pants and underwear off before yanking your shirt off, sitting naked on his couch as he shoves his pants down enough for his cock to spring out and slap against his stomach, precum leaking out of the tip. He immediately grabs his member and gives himself a couple of pumps as you reposition yourself over his lap.

"Are you sure about this, we can stop." You shake your head, pushing his hand away and grabbing his member, running the tip over your wet folds.

"1000%. You have no clue how many times I've thought of this." Rick smirks at your comment, his hands falling to your hips.

"Is that so? You think about this? About us?" You nod, jolting forward slightly when his tips nudges your clit. "How often?"

You don't know if now is the time to be admitting your feelings for the colonel, but judging by the way he's looking at you with hope in his lustful eyes. Might as well. "Every night."

Rick resists the urge to break out in a big grin and hop from his chair in excitement at your proclamation of attraction, after all, it means that he has a 99.9% chance that you would say yes to a date if he would ask and he likes those odds. Instead, he hangs his head and smiles softly, a perfect ash blond lock falling to his forehead and you immediately push it back, causing him to look up at you from his position. "How about we take this to the bed?"

"I think I'd like that." Rick nods his head before standing up and carrying you to his bedroom as your hands mess with his short cropped hair. It doesn't take long before he is laying you out on the bed and slotting himself between your legs, his large frame covering yours.

"Are you absolutely sure?" His normal hazel eyes now seem a dark brown in the dark of the night as he stares down at you, looking for any sign of hesitation.

Smirking, you wrap your legs around his waist and flip him over to where you situate yourself on top, breasts heaving with each breath causing Rick to drool. He always knew you like to be in charge, in fact it sometimes causes arguments between the two of you, but now? Rick doesn't think he minds you in control. "I did say I was gonna ride you, didn't I?"

Taking control of the situation, you grab ahold of his member before lining him up with your sex and slip him in as the both of you groan at the sensation. You had always fantasized about how Rick would feel buried in you, fantasized about how big he is, but in comparison to the real thing, your fantasies severely underestimated how it would actually feel. "Fuck darlin'. You're so tight."

Blush blooms underneath your cheeks as you hesitantly roll your hips, watching his face and gauging for a reaction. Much like on the field and in the office, Rick shows little to no expression at the movement of your hips. Normally you would pass off his stoic behavior as just him keeping to himself, but you really don't think now is the time for him to be silent. Stilling yourself, you place your hands on his chest, being very careful to avoid the angry scar down his left pec. "Y'know Rick, my job would be easier if you gave me some sort of clue as to how you feel."

Rick honestly didn't realize his stoic behavior. If he's being honest with himself, he's just trying to keep his cool and to not cum in you. If he did, he doesn't think he would be able to forgive himself for embarrassing him in front of you, especially during sex. Instead, Rick's large hands place themselves on your hips as he guides you along his member, sitting up and sliding deeper into you, the tip of his member hitting your cervix, causing you to gasp while Rick smirks. "Trust me darlin', I feel amazing." He captures your lips against his, your hips moving in tandem with each other as he slides in and out of you with ease. "Don't think I'll be able to last much longer with the way you rock those hips."

If you thought he already had a southern accent, the alcohol and the lust make it ten fold and if you didn't know who you were with, you would probably assume that you weren't with Rick. Still, his accent, his scent, the way he feels in you, the heat of his skin, and the way he holds you in his grasp has your orgasm approaching. Knotting your hands in his hair, you let mindless fingers pull at soft tufts as your pants get louder, spurring the colonel on. "That's it, darlin'. Use my cock to make you cum."

One more thrust is all you need before you're letting out broken moan into the night as your orgasm crashes over you, waves of pleasure radiating down from your head to your toes as Rick continues to thrust up into you with the sole intent of bringing his orgasm. Noticing how his hips start to falter, you grab his chin and turn it towards you, a different kind of ferocity in your eyes. "I want you to cum. I want you to cum in me, Rick. Make me yours."

"Fuck." Rick's eyes roll back in his head as he spurts his hot cum in you while you rock your hips against his to coax him through his orgasm. After a minute of collective breathing, he gently picks you off his lap and sets you down beside him on his bed as his hand finds yours. "I want to do that again."

"Right now?" You question with a giggle as he brings your had up to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles that sends butterflies to your stomach.

"Well, I'll need a couple of minutes before round two, but I'm talking about permanently. Would you like to go on a date with me?"

Smiling, you roll onto your stomach and rest your chin on his chest. "I think I'd love to. But now," you drag a finger down his chest, twirling a strand of his happy trail between your fingers, sporting a grin that has Rick's cock twitching, "I wanna do that again."

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Author's Note: So this is the first full length Rick fic I've posted in a while but I hope you guys enjoy!!!!!!

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giowritess · 22 days

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thinkin about rick flag.

people!! there’s this (+18) rick flag fic that i recently started working on. it’s gonna be finished maybe by mid-next week, and i was thinking about it…

it might turn out longer than i expected but with different scenes, so i was wondering what you prefer:

lemme know your thoughts ❤️‍🔥

our favorite cowboy just for clarification purposes

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 1 year

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Surprise!

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Summary: Rick loves sneaking up and scaring you when you least expect it. But turn about is fair play….

Word Count: 1371

(Fic is 100% inspired by this GIF)

You loved your boyfriend, but sometimes he could be a real jerk. Lately, Rick had gotten it into his head that his new favorite thing to do was to scare you. Well, more like surprise you. He would wait until you were coming out of the bedroom or walking down the hall, then he would use his Special Force stealth training to sneak up behind you and kiss your cheek, causing you to jump nearly through the ceiling. Or he would get home early from a mission and slide his arms around your waist while you were doing dishes, resulting in more than one broken glass. Or his latest endeavor had been tapping on your car window while you were checking emails on your phone, leading to you glaring back at his delighted face.

But the final straw came when you had arrived home after a really rough day at work. Throwing your keys onto the counter, you start searching through the refrigerator for any leftovers that might have been forgotten. You found an old container of Chinese food that still looked edible, so you grabbed a fork and started walking to the bedroom.

“Welcome home, darlin’.”

You jumped a foot into the air as you lost your grip on the container of food, shrimp and noodles spilling across the floor. You glared at the relaxed, grinning form of your boyfriend splayed out on the couch with a beer in his hand.

“Damn it, Rick! How many times do I have to tell you not to scare me like that! Now what I’m I supposed to eat?”

Rick held up his hands in self-defense. “Hey, I’ve been laying here for the past twenty minutes. It’s not my fault you’re not very observant. Besides, that stuff had been in there for over a week. I did you a favor.”

“You could have at least cleared your throat or given me some sort of sign you were there. We’ve talked about this!”

“I know, but you keep giving me the perfect opportunities. How am I supposed to just pass that up?”

You crossed your arms in annoyance. “Well, how would you like it if I scared you like that?”

He chuckled as he took another sip of his beer. “You could try, but I don’t get scared. Plus, I’ve been trained too well to let you get the drop on me.”

“Well, we’ll just see about that!” Turning around in a huff, you stormed off to the bedroom with Rick’s snickering following you down the hall.

For the first few days after the challenge had been issued, Rick was extra on edge, coiled like a spring just waiting for you to try something. But you were no idiot. You knew that if you wanted even the slightest chance to scare Rick, you needed to bide your time and wait until it wasn’t on the forefront of his mind. And slowly but surely, Rick began to relax again. He was no longer peeking around corners or entering a room as if scanning for armed gunmen. But it wasn’t until three weeks later that you finally got your perfect opportunity.

Your boss had given everyone an unexpected half-day so the IT Department could install updates on the office computers. This meant that you arrived back at the apartment early, but you didn’t think much of it until you opened the door and heard the shower running. A smile slowly stretched across your lips. Rick was expecting to have the apartment to himself for at least another four hours which meant…..

You heard the shower turn off and you quickly dove behind the couch, phone at the ready. There was no way you were going to miss the opportunity to catch this on film. You listened as the bathroom door opened and Rick’s feet padded down the hallway. Just as it sounded like he was at the edge of the living room, you burst up from your hiding spot and yelled, “Boo!”

It was even better than you had hoped. Rick was wearing nothing but his multicolored towel wrapped loosely around his waist. As you popped up, he jolted wildly, arms flailing and a surprisingly high-pitched scream coming from his lips. “Ahhh!!!...... Fuck!”

At this point, you were bent over, cackling in triumph and joy. You glanced up and were happy to see a small smile on Rick’s face.

“What? You think that was funny? Well, you got me good.”

Tears streaming from your eyes, you managed to choke out, “Oh my god! I’m sending this to everyone! Wait until Harley sees it! She’ll never show you any respect ever again! And DuBois! Has your old military buddy ever heard you screech like that?”

“Don’t. You. Dare.” Rick growled, but you could still see the twinkle in his eyes. He rushed over and tried to grab the phone from your hands, but you dodged, twirling just out of his reach. A wide shit-eating grin spread across your face as you hit the send button and then tossed Rick the phone. “Here you go!”

He stared dumbfounded at your phone now in his hand. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

A small ding could be heard as Rick’s phone alerted him to a new message. Picking it up off the counter where he had left it charging, he glanced at the screen and then rolled his eyes in your direction. Turning it to face you, you could see the video you had just sent him with the bold message “GOT YOU” right above it.

“We both know you were going to try to downplay the fact I actually scared you. Just say you were startled, or your instincts kicked in. So, I wanted to make sure you saw the proof because there’s no denying that! I got the drop on and scared the great Rick Flag!” You smugly crossed your arms over your chest, daring him to refute the evidence.

Rick sighed sadly. “No, you’re right, darlin’. A man’s got to know when he’s been beaten. You scared me.”

You walked over and wrapped your arms around his neck. “That’s right I did. Doesn’t feel so good, does it?”

“No. I understand why it bothers you. I’m sorry, and I’ll stop.”

“Thank you, babe. That’s all that I ask.”

Rick ducked his head so it hovered just a few inches above yours. “You know…. That could have been pretty dangerous. I am a highly trained soldier. If I had my gun on me, I might have seriously hurt you.”

“I thought about that, but I figured the chances of you having your gun just after coming out of the shower were very low. And it’s not like you could really hide it in that towel.” You leaned in closer to kiss him, but something stopped you. Trying to hide your smirk, you said, “Well, maybe I was wrong…. It seems like you’re packing something under there.”

Blushing slightly, Rick murmured, “Wouldn’t you like to find out?” He closed the distance between you as his lips crushed into yours. You ran one hand through the damp hair on the back of his head as the other hand ran along the top of the towel, right where the material met his skin. Just as your hand started to ease it lower, Rick’s work phone began to ring. He sighed annoyedly as he stepped away from you to grab it. Growling at the terrible timing, he answered, “Flag here.”

“Oh. My. God.” You could hear Harley’s voice squeaking through the phone even without it being on speaker. “I can’t believe she did it! She got you so good!.... And speaking of so good, I really like what I’m seeing here, Colonel. How ‘bout you wear just that towel on the next mission?”

Rick glared daggers at you as you shrugged sheepishly. “I might have sent it to a few other people besides just you.”

Hanging up the phone, Rick took a few steps towards you, a mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh, you are so dead.” You squealed as you rushed down the hall towards the bedroom, Rick close on your heels as he slammed the door behind him, his towel dropping to the floor.

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reveluving · 7 months

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the bump in the night ; rick flag x reader

summary: someone made Mrs Flag cry, and her family is not having it.

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, shadow-magic f!reader, reverse comfort & humour!

a/n: this AU is based on this piece I made a while back, 'cause you already know I can't do this special without hubby Rick and the kids! hope you enjoy it & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» wanna know what I have in store this fall? come & check out my m.list for 'reve's quirky reverie 🕷️'!

'For now, they had a plan, hoping it could bring a smile to your face.' ;

Coming home to his daughter's hugs had become an everyday thing if Rick didn't have to work overtime, but if the flicker of sadness in her eyes was anything to go by, something had to have happened while he was away.

“Mrs Bedford was saying bad stuff to mama while we were at the park.”

It was the same thing she told her brothers when they got home from school, and just like them, it was enough for Rick to get the whole picture.

Ah, Mrs Bedford. Or as the neighbourhood youngsters, children and teenagers alike, like to call her 'the modern witch of the road', and not in the cool way. Her husband was no better, always bugging you at any given opportunity. The worst part was Mrs Bedford always antagonized you for it, even if she knew you didn’t entertain her husband’s behaviour. It was also extremely hypocritical of her, considering she herself has tried to make her move on Rick. A lot. Only to be met with disappointment each time.

Her children were just as bad, too, to put it lightly.

“What did she say?” It was the green light Irene needed before she explained what had happened to a T, courtesy of her father’s eagle eye. Unlike most days, it was just you and Irene visiting the park since your sons had football practice.

The two of you were feeding the ducks when Mrs Bedford came up to you.

“You on your own?” Was the first thing she asked you before you questionably said ‘yes’, despite Irene being there too, and the little girl realized Mrs Bedford wouldn’t have gone off on a tangent about you and your ‘possibly tainted history’ if her father or brothers were around in the first place.

“I don’t know what you did but I can see it in your eyes, Flag. You’re no saint. You can fool the others with your little flower shop and your so-called angelic kids, but not me.”

Though Mrs Bedford knew nothing about your powers or your time in Belle Reve, instead, spewing hate out of jealousy and hatred for you for being the favourable neighbour, she wasn’t completely wrong. You have hurt people, you’ve even killed some, but they were for the greater good. Since your freedom from hell on earth, you’ve barely used your umbrakineses. It wasn’t until the birth of your children, to which all three of them gained your abilities did you realized you couldn’t run from who you really were—it wasn’t right nor fair to them.

Then, telling them your story as a criminal and how their dad was once your enemy was another thing. You weren’t sure what reaction you were expecting, but it was certainly not amazement and sparkles in their eyes. As they grew older, they began to make sense of how their parents somehow knew people like Aunt Harley, Uncle Robert and hell, even Nanaue.

And at that point in time, Mrs Bedford reminded you of Waller, turning you into submission as you could do nothing but listen to her make a mockery out of you for turning over a new leaf. Irene had to watch your face drop as the woman insulted you, and she knew she had to tell her family about it.

Irene insisted that she was fine about heading home early, even if you tried to convince her otherwise. She wanted nothing more than to do something about that glazed look in your eyes.

As soon as you stepped foot into the living room, a tear rolled down your cheek. You couldn't help but apologize to her, to everyone if they were with you then. You weren’t entirely sure if it was because you seemed weak over a bunch of words or their fate of ending up with you as the wife and a mother of their family.

Irene shook her head, hugging you with her face in your tummy.

"You're not a mean person, mama. You're the nicest and coolest mama we could ever ask for, and we love you."

It was simple, something you've heard of thousands of times in your lifetime, but you very much needed it today.

Ever the sweet girl, she accompanied you as you lay in your bed, telling you random stories about what she painted during art class or what she ate at lunch, anything but the time Mrs Bedford’s son, Kyle pushed her off the swing while his older brother, Blake laughed and praised him for doing so. You didn’t need to know that.

Not yet.

You listened with a warm smile, embarrassed but nonetheless thankful for how observant she was of your feelings before eventually dozing off.

Irene was careful yet quick to jump off the bed, running downstairs to shush Richie and Ethan as they returned home.

The more she explained, the brighter their eyes unnaturally glowed. Richie was starting to look like their father as he crossed his arms, listening to her like a police officer, while Ethan seemed like he was already thinking of ways to counter the Bedford’s undignified acts.

Basically, the Bedfords were not the greatest people. Each and every one of them.

Though they had a myriad of ideas, they weren’t sure how much their father would appreciate it, even if it was for your sake. Still, they thanked Irene for being there for you, promising that something would be done, no matter what it would be.

For now, they had a plan, hoping it could bring a smile to your face.

After an unexpected nap, you came down to find your kids huddled on the couch, whispering and hushing each other. Curious, you approached them.

Ethan was the first to notice you, offering you a grin before showing you what was in their hands, “Look, ma, I think we got it.”

You leaned in to take a closer look, only for your breath to hitch at the sight of life on their palms. There, they showed you the differing mass of shadows they conjured, a tougher one you just taught them about a week ago. You have always loved this trick as a kid, and it only aided your sanity when you were by your lonesome in the penitentiary. In a way, you were replacing what life truly was by making your own, even if they were temporary because there was no telling when or if you’d ever be free.

Yet, here they were, prompting joy and pride as they held the wispy animals of their choice; Richie with what seemed to be an adorable little puppy, Ethan creatively emulated a bioluminescent jellyfish and Irene…

Oh, Irene.

She scarcely remembered how much you loved making her laugh by conjuring butterflies when she was still very little if not for the twins confirming it.

The butterfly was as small as her hand, but the wings were majestic, idly flapping before flying over to you, leaving cloudy black trails and landing on your outstretched finger.

You stared at their creations ever so lovingly, already on the brink of tears. You were just as mad at yourself for doubting your worth, and your potential, just because of the things you had to do in the past, for the sake of the person you were now.

You embraced Irene in a tight hug before pulling your boys in as well. You sniffled, absolutely joyous and blessed to be surrounded by the most loving people. Nothing could deter you from this, not even as the shadow puppy yipped and chased the jellyfish and butterfly in excitement. Your cat, Tofu, must’ve heard the commotion, too, as she came from the kitchen to check, only to be frightened and jump on the couch with you as the puppy came running to her.

Rick finally arrived about two hours later, coming home to hear laughter before he saw Irene running across the room, followed by Tofu and the shadow puppy in tow. The jellyfish laid on Richie’s head like a nest whereas the butterfly decided to make Ethan’s shoulder its home as they hung out with you on the couch.

“Daddy!” Irene greeted him before running over to him. He didn’t question the questioning look she gave him just yet and instead, hoisted her up, laughing as Tofu and the puppy pawed at his bootlaces.

“What’s going on here?” He raised his brows, amused by what could be described as a fever dream of a sight.

“The kids learnt how to make little lives.” You giggled, allowing Rick to sit next to you as you scooted over.

“And I got a new hat,” Richie gestured to the jellyfish, who he has now dubbed as Jelly. As if it understood, Jelly immediately floated away, leaving Richie’s hair flattened, “Never mind.”

You shared a laugh as he deadpanned before you turned to Rick, “Was work okay?”

“Yeah, the usual. Decorated the place today, actually.” He took his phone out of his pocket, opening his gallery and showing you and the kids the spookily tacky decor that furnished his workplace.

“Did you really paint ‘dead inside, don’t open’ on the entrance door?” The twins gawked.

“Fitting, ain't it?” Rick joked, prompting smiles and chuckles from you once more before falling back on the couch, “But at least I’m off tomorrow, so I was thinking we could eat out for dinner.”

“Oh! We should head to Pop’s since they’re also offering their apple betty.” Ethan suggested.

“Well, I think that’s a good idea, so,” Richie trailed off, raising anticipation from the rest of you before jumping off the couch and running up the stairs. Ethan and Irene simultaneously gasped before the former took his sister out of Rick’s arms to chase their brother together. You and Rick could only watch with delight as Tofu and the shadow creatures followed them too.

“Everything okay?” He wanted to know, but he wouldn’t pry if you weren’t ready to tell him.

“Yeah,” You nodded, gazing down for a moment before continuing, “Something happened earlier but…”

“Richie! You better not lock the door or I swear to God!” Ethan’s voice rang out from upstairs, followed by Irene’s ‘language!’, and you couldn’t help but shake your head in amusement.

“It’s all good now.” You reassured him. You knew you could’ve told him, but it wasn’t worth dwelling on. You had children to nurture and a husband to take on the world with.

“The Bedfords?” He guessed. If it wasn’t them, then it had to be Mr Walker.

“The Bedfords,” You confirmed with a tight smile, “I’m just more upset that Irene was there to hear it.”

You didn’t explain any further and Rick took it as a sign to drop it. If they were able to make you this upset, then it was best to ask the kids instead.

“I’m sorry,” He pulled you to his chest, planting a slow and gentle kiss on your forehead. He rubbed your back, sighing at the very mention of that family. Rick loathed that they were influential enough to be one of the higher-ups of the school’s PTA, though he was confident that money was involved in it too. He hated that they were reasons why you’d come home ranting about how Mrs Bedford bugged you again, or when he had to make sure Mr Bedford knew he was making a promise and not an empty threat whenever it involved their kids and his, "You know I can talk to them."

It would do no good, but it was worth trying.

"No, you know how the Bedfords are. Don’t worry, okay? Not now,” You kissed the inside of his palm before pressing your lips against his, soft, sensual and safe. Rick moved forward, deepening the kiss as held the nape of your neck. You pulled away but not before nuzzling his nose, “We should be celebrating.”

He nodded, though he knew it would only linger in his mind for a while. Still, he adhered to your wishes, standing up before offering you his hand to get ready, “Right, right. Shall we?”

You snorted, placing your hand in his the way a princess would when a prince asks for a dance. Unexpectedly, he twirled you around, wrapping his arms around you he pulled you in, chest to chest. You playfully smacked him, though it did very little to wipe off the pleased look on his face as the two of you headed to your room.

You and the boys were the first to head out to the front yard, chatting and evaluating the decors of the houses while waiting for Rick and Irene.

“What happened today?” He asked his daughter quietly as they stood at the front door, helping with her shoes while she slid on a jacket.

“Mrs Bedford was saying bad stuff to mama while we were at the park.” She whispered back, swinging her arms as she watched her father tie her shoelace, “Like, really mean stuff. No one was around except us so she was kinda loud, too.”

Rick fumed, clenching his jaw as he could already hear and picture whatever nonsense she loved to spit out.

“Mama got kinda quiet when we came home, and then she started crying. About how she’s sorry she was a criminal and how we’re ‘stuck’ with her powers.” She added. If anything, she and the boys thought your abilities were the coolest thing to have ever happened to them.

He shook his head—who wouldn't crack after being subjected to their ways for so long? He hummed, hiding the seething resentment by ruffling Irene's hair.

"Can you help me distract your mother while I talk to the boys for a bit?" She nodded diligently, skipping over to you before Rick called out to his sons, "Need some help, boys."

They rushed over, glancing at you before Ethan spoke up first, "She told you?"

"Yeah." Rick replied as he locked the door.

"Can't we do something about it?" Richie asked with a frown.

"You boys are not punching Blake again." Rick reminded them with a small smile.

"You didn't seem to mind it," Ethan mirrored his father's amusement, "He was yelling at our teammate and encouraged his troll brother to push Irene off a swing."

"I'm mad, too," Rick was more than mad, but he couldn't let his emotions run wild, "Look, we'll think of something, alright? For now, just make sure she's happy."

That's all they ever wanted.

The drive to Pop's was a lively one, and so was the dinner itself. Though you knew you'd be thinking about Mrs Bedford's words every once in a while, the smiles and laughter of your family were already a welcoming distraction as it is.

Midnight rolled around, and everyone had returned to their rooms with sore cheeks and a full stomach. You were the first to slip under the covers after a shower, hoping you wouldn't be too tired as you waited for Rick, though it didn't work.

By the time Rick got out of the bathroom, you were peacefully asleep, your face just a breath away from your husband's pillow as his scent soothed you like no other.

Rick smiled to himself, changing into his PJs before sitting on your side of the bed. The dip roused you from your slumber just a little.

"Rick?" You murmured, fluttering your lashes tiredly.

"Forgot to get some water," He caressed your cheek before bending down to kiss it, "I'll be back."

You mustered a closed-eye smile and before you knew it, you drifted off once again, lulled by the way he patted your back.

Once the coast was clear, he moved off the bed, silently slipping out and closing the door before heading over to the twins' room. He knocked on the door, just enough for them to hear before doing the same with Irene's door and headed downstairs.

Rick sat down at the dining table with a glass of cold water, arms crossed and lost in his own thoughts before hearing light footsteps approaching.

Richie, Ethan and Irene carefully pulled their chairs back before taking a seat, and just like that, the discussion began.

But it didn't seem like they were getting anywhere and at some point, they just started shit-talking.

"Man, I wish coach would just kick Blake out." Ethan groaned, his head falling back.

"Tell me about it. He's shit at quarterback." Richie clicked his tongue.

"Boys." Rick warned them, partially because his youngest was listening.

"Sorry." They apologized but Irene didn't seem to mind.

"How about…" She chimed in, tapping her finger on her chin, "We scare them?"

"Like…?" Richie cocked his head, hoping she'd say more than just that.

"I don't know, I just thought it'd be cool since it's Halloween and stuff. And, well, maybe we could use our powers, but I know mama and daddy wouldn't want that." She shrugged, pouting because she hadn't thought it far enough.

"It would be a miracle to scare them without using our powers in the first place," Richie sighed, looking over to his father, "What do you think, dad?"

No reply.

"Dad?" Ethan followed suit as the three of them raised their brows.

“How far are you in your shadow puppet practice?” Rick asked out of the blue, staring ahead as though imagining whatever idea he had played out.

“Uh, pretty far, I think? Ma taught us how to merge our shadows into one if we wanted to make a bigger animal.” Richie answered, earning affirmative nods from his siblings.

“How big?”

“Like, this big!” Irene opened her arms wide to let him know just how big of a monster they would be able to make if they wanted to. They haven’t, there was no reason to, but the more their father asked, the more it piqued their interest.

Rick thought it through for a moment. It has been a while since he has seen you make that one particular lifeform, but it was worth a shot. If it were able to render Waller speechless, then it’ll definitely make the Bedfords piss their pants.

No actual attacks, and definitely no killings. But he’ll make sure they shudder at the mere thought of Halloween. Put the fear of God in them. They had it coming, too, stomping on other neighbours’ happiness for years just for the fun of it.

He just had to play it safe.

He slowly broke into a sinister smile.

“You three ever heard of a hellhound?”

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Say You Want Me and I'm Yours

Pairing: Rick Flag x F!Reader

Summary: A prequel to Nothing Will Ever be the Same

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, language, p in v sex

A/N: Thank you so much @a-reader-and-a-writer for the prompt, and for beta reading 💖

Rick follows you into the staff locker room but you pretend not to notice. He’s barely exchanged two words with you since your argument onboard the helo and judging by the steely scowl you just caught a glimpse of in the mirror, that isn’t likely to change anytime soon.

This suits you just fine. You’re too tired and sore to engage with him right now anyway, and besides, you've said all you needed to. The mission was a success; who cares if you went a little off-script to get the result?

Certainly not Amanda Waller. You could practically hear her glee over the comms when Rick had informed her the asset had been retrieved. That was all thanks to you – a fact that Rick had deliberately failed to mention.

While you might consider yourself the hero of the hour, Rick hadn't seen it quite the same way. Stupid and rash, he'd called you. A liability.

None of this is new. In fact, lately most of your missions have ended in a similar fashion: the two of you embroiled in a blazing row while the rest of the squad watches on in bemusement. Rick accuses you of being sloppy and undisciplined; you tell him he's a control freak and too tightly wound, that perhaps he needs to get laid.

The sparse facilities of Belle Reve along with the life-or-death nature of the job leave little room for modesty and you can hear Rick moving behind you – the sound of his tact vest and t-shirt hitting the floor. As tempting as it might be to poke the colonel-shaped bear further now that you find yourselves in the privacy of the locker room, you truly don't have the energy. Instead, you strip out of your own filthy vest and shirt and start to examine the extent of your injuries.

It could have been much worse. There’s a dark bruise forming around your left bicep where Boomer had pulled you out of the way of a grenade, and an array of scratches and scrapes across your forearms and knuckles, but nothing to write home about. The only thing bothering you is your ankle. You suspect you must have landed badly jumping off the roof of the compound, though it's probably just a sprain.

Continuing to ignore Rick’s presence, you sink onto one of the benches and start to unlace your boots, until eventually you sense the weight of his gaze settling between your shoulder blades.

"You should get that checked out."

You twist around and spare him a cursory glance. A rapid assessment reveals no new injuries to his thick, muscular body. All differences aside, you're relieved he seems to be in one piece. Not that you let it show. “So you’re speaking to me again?”

Your words appear to find their mark as usual, the large vein on the side of Rick’s neck bulging as he works his jaw and grunts. "Who says I wasn't speakin' to you?"

You shrug, kicking off your boots and gingerly rolling up your pant leg to assess the damage. Sure enough, the skin around your ankle is swollen and inflamed. Hopefully nothing that aspirin and a few days rest won't fix.

When you don't respond, Rick places himself in front of you.

"What?" You snap at his feet, hoping he isn't planning for round two. A faint headache is beginning to bloom at your temple and you want nothing more than to go home and collapse into bed.

"Why have you always gotta be so goddamn confrontational?" You can hear the exasperation in his voice and when you tilt your head to meet his eye, his lips are turned down into a customary frown.

"Why do you always have to be such a jerk?"

Rick folds his arms across the expanse of his bare chest. A thin sheen of sweat is glistening on his tanned skin. He'll be heading for the showers any moment now. You know his routine like the back of your hand. Straight-laced, predictable Rick Flag.

"That is exactly what I'm talkin' about." He sighs audibly, nostrils flaring. "Straight in there with the childish insults. Why can't we ever talk things out like grown adults?"

"Because you don't listen."

"Like hell I don't." Rick shifts his weight from one foot to the other, drawing his lips into a thin line. It's his default expression; you can't remember the last time you saw him smile. "You're the one never listenin'. You're the one ignorin' orders and tryin' to get yourself killed."

Your rise from the bench, planting yourself squarely before him. A pulse of anger flares through your chest. "Don't act like you give a fuck about me, Flag. All you care about is bossing the squad around. You'd rather fail the mission than let anyone else take the lead."

"You got no idea what you're talkin' about," he growls, hazel eyes flashing with a fury to match your own.

"Don't I?" You take a step closer until you're standing toe to toe. With barely any space between you, Rick’s scar-flecked chest is directly in your line of vision, rising and falling with each heavy breath. You’ve never noticed the latticework of thin silver lines marring his skin before. That one man could walk away from battle so many times is nothing short of a miracle.

But you don't tell him this. Instead, you fold your arms to match his stance and continue. “Why didn't you let me take the credit with Waller today? You know we never would have succeeded if Boomer and I hadn't gone up on that roof."

A muscle in Rick’s jaw ticks. "Is that what you really think? That I give a damn about who gets the credit?"

You shrug half-heartedly. It certainly seems that way lately. Constantly down-playing your achievements and speaking over you in briefings with Waller, it’s like Rick wants you to fail. "Prove me wrong."

"Prove you wrong?" He's barely a hair's breadth away from you now. So close that when he huffs out the last remaining whisper of his anger, his warm breath flutters across your cheek.

"I'm tryin' to protect you," he mutters quietly, as if he's suddenly worried about being overheard. "If Waller learns the truth… if she learns just how fuckin' fearless and capable you are, she'll take you away from me."

"I'm not a possession." You bristle at the implication, fingernails digging painfully into the flesh of your arms so he can’t see just how much his words are affecting you. "You can't keep me all to yourself."

"I don't want to own you," he grumbles, unjustly annoyed that you can't seem to decipher the inner workings of his mind. "I'm tryin' to keep you free from Waller. She'll set you up with your own squad. I won't be -"

"I don't need you around to save me all the time, Flag." You cut him off before he can do further damage to your already precarious relationship. "Didn't I make that clear today?"

"Fuck. Darlin', that's not what I'm tryin' to say."

In Rick's honey-coated southern drawl, the pet name causes you to falter. He's never called you by anything other than your last name before. He seems to notice his mistake too, because he's scrubbing a hand over his jaw, gaze focused anywhere but you.

"Darlin'?" You repeat with the arch of a brow. You'd intended for it to sound condescending, but even you can't deny the surprise in your tone. "That's a new one."

"You just…" Rick stumbles over his words like he’s been knocked off course by an invisible force. "I can't think straight when I'm around you."

If you were on top of your game, you'd have snapped back with a cutting remark, teasing him for showing even a hint of weakness, but something about the sincerity of his words leaves no room for mockery. "What?"

Rick's eyes shutter, dark lashes kissing golden skin, and suddenly you’ve lost all direction too – can barely remember why you were so pissed at him in the first place.

Recovering from some internal conflict, Rick pins you with a heated gaze. "You heard me."

When your back hits metal you realise he's stepped even closer, his large body looming over you as a pair of tattooed arms reach out to keep you caged against the lockers. You read the hunger in his eyes a split second before he leans in.

His lips have barely brushed your own when your hands fly to his glistening chest, pushing against the solid wall of muscle. He staggers back instantly, wide-eyed and panic-stricken, like he can't believe what he's done.

That makes two of you.

"What the hell was that for?" you demand, heartbeat racing furiously while your brain fights to catch up.

"I…I'm…" You can sense him stumbling again, grasping blindly for any kind of excuse he can offer you, anything that might justify trying to kiss you.

Ultimately though, it doesn’t matter; he's too slow to respond. Because in that moment, he's breathtaking. So beautifully flustered and unlike the Rick you thought you knew that you have no choice but to grab his dogtags and drag his mouth back down to meet your own.

Your action awakens something in Rick, or at the very least it chases away his doubts, because he seals his soft pink lips to yours and he's really kissing you now.

It’s angry and it's messy and your teeth clack together as you tug him closer, fingers rising to thread through the lengths of his golden hair. His battle-worn hands have dropped to your waist, burning against your bare skin as he squeezes you tightly, pulling you flush against the hard planes of his body.

If you were still of sound mind it might have occurred to you to question whether this was wise: a colonel and his lieutenant overstepping every boundary in the book. But all sensible thoughts are driven from your head when Rick wedges one of his legs between your own. The insistent pressure of his muscled thigh against your centre forces all the heat in your body to rush south, stirring some long dormant desire you'd thought had been buried by the battlefields and bloodshed.

As your fingernails rake over the sweat-slick skin of his impossibly wide shoulders, Rick grabs your ass and drags you roughly along the length of his thigh. The friction against your core is so delicious that you find yourself whimpering into his mouth.

His tight hold on you falters and he pauses, seemingly startled by the sound.

"What are you waiting for?" you hiss, pulling back to find wariness written in the fine lines of his brow.

What you really mean is don't stop now.

Rick’s eyes have turned almost-black with lust, but there's an edge to his rasping voice that forces you to listen. Even now he commands your begrudging attention. "I don't want you havin' any regrets."

Your fingers head south, tracing the path of silver scars along the ridge of his abdomen, causing him to tense beneath your touch. "No mistakes, no regrets," you murmur, echoing the wisdom he'd shared before your first mission together two years earlier – wisdom that has served you well up to now.

Rick huffs out a laugh, a sound so foreign that it's hard to believe he is the source. "Beautiful sentiment, darlin'." But it seems to satisfy him, because he's closing the distance again, his lips finding your jaw.

Trapped between the press of Rick’s warm body and the cool metal lockers against your spine, your nerves are set alight. All the anger you were carrying around has faded now, giving way to pure, unfiltered desire.

His large hand replaces his thigh, swiftly parting your legs and cupping your covered core. "Been dreamin' about this," he admits roughly, dragging his fingers along your aching centre. "Dreamin' about all the ways I could stop that pretty mind of yours from racin' for a while. All the ways I could make you feel good."

Your head falls back, clanging against the metal, and all sense of reason abandons you. "Make me feel good, Rick."

Your breathless command unleashes him. He has you out of your sports bra and pants in a matter of seconds, that military efficiency apparent even in moments like this. “Should’a known,” he growls, as he palms a large hand over your breast. “Everythin' about you is so fuckin’ perfect.”

As you stand utterly naked before him, Rick's calloused thumb brushes over your peaked nipple, sending another pulse of heat straight between your legs. The white-hot need for him to touch you is almost unbearable, but instinct tells you that he's going to make you wait.

"Even better than I imagined." He continues in earnest, lowering his head and sealing his lips around your delicate pebbled flesh.

You barely recognise the sounds leaving your mouth as he worships your breasts with his wicked tongue; licking and sucking and teeth grazing until you start to come undone. He's expertly breaking you into pieces, leaving behind nothing but a flustered, needy mess.

When he pauses his ministrations to capture you in another claiming kiss, you seize the opportunity to reach for his belt. Your attention is centred on his arousal, which is visibly straining against the rough material of his tact pants. "Take them off,” you whine against his mouth, fingers frantically fumbling at his buckle.

Rick withdraws from your lips and steps back, flashing you an uncharacteristic smirk that has your thighs clenching tightly. "Still as impatient as ever."

Any quick-fire retort you might have planned dies on your lips as he complies with your wishes. His thick, capable fingers swiftly unfasten the silver belt buckle and you're left to stare unashamedly as his pants and boots join your own in a heap on the floor.

You can't believe it's taken so long for you to notice: Rick Flag is a study in perfection. You shouldn't be surprised to find that every part of his body is as long and thick and beautiful as the rest, as if he'd been carved by the gods themselves. You drink in the sight of him like you've been dying of thirst since the day you first met, your mouth watering when you try to imagine how good he'll feel buried inside you.

Because that's where this is going to end. The fuse has been lit and there's no choice now but to let the sparks fly.

Standing on tiptoes, you loop your arms around his neck and pull yourself closer, until you can feel his scorching length pressed against your stomach. He's bigger than you could have possibly imagined.

As his hands rise to cup your jaw, Rick’s dark gaze meets yours and tension crackles in the air. "Kiss me," he rumbles.

For the first time since you met him, your colonel doesn't have to tell you twice. You kiss him deeply and thoroughly, running your nails through the short hair at the back of his neck and revelling in the soft groans you're able to elicit from him. This new side of Rick steals your breath; his harsh lines and stern frown melt away beneath your touch, causing you to question everything you thought you knew.

It should scare you. It should fill you with doubt – how you've already crossed so many lines in such a small amount of time. But your brain has been short-circuited. The only thing you know with any certainty is how good it feels to be right here in the moment, wrapped up in Rick’s all-encompassing embrace.

But if Rick thinks he's solely in control here, he's very much mistaken. Catching his bottom lip between your teeth, you tug playfully. It earns you a deep growl, the sound vibrating through your chest as dampness continues to pool between your thighs.

"Touch me, Rick."

Rick proves himself just as capable of following orders as he is at dishing them out. His hand slides between your two bodies and when he finally reaches your centre, deft fingers glide along your wetness. The intensity of the pleasure catches you by surprise and you cry out desperately, legs buckling as you clutch at his shoulders.

He repeats the action, over and over, gathering up your slick until suddenly he pushes a finger inside you and lets out a string of filthy curses that makes your head spin. "Oh fuck, darlin'. Think this pussy's gonna destroy me."

If he carries on like this, he might just destroy you first.

In true Rick-fashion, he's diligent and methodical in his actions, carefully working you open until you can take two of his fingers, then three. He curls them up inside you, hitting that sweet, sweet spot over and over again, until the sounds of your desperate pants and moans rapidly fill the locker room.

Rick brushes his lips over your jaw. His breath is hot and his words are laced with a molten desire that surely matches your own. "If I knew it was this easy to get you to quit bitchin' at me, I wouldn't have waited so long."

Prickling at such a comment despite your building pleasure, you drop your hand and wrap your fingers around his shaft, squeezing tightly. Rick curses again, and when you run your thumb along his weeping tip he bucks his hips into your hand, shuddering beneath your touch.

"I think I like you better like this too," you smirk against his lips.

Deciding you're ready, that he's prepared you just enough, Rick spins you around roughly, pushing your chest into the lockers. Your nipples pebble against the cool metal and a surprised yelp bursts from your lips.

Rick doesn't seem to notice. He's too busy squeezing your waist with a bruising grip whilst his other hand forces your legs apart. Despite the forceful nature of his actions, he pauses for a moment to press a wet kiss between your shoulder blades. "Say you want me, darlin'," he rasps against your skin. "Say you want me and I'm yours."

Your palms hit the lockers, readying yourself for what's to come. "I want you."

Rick guides his cock between your folds once, twice, three times before he breaches you, filling you with a single stroke. The pressure is almost overwhelming but you take everything he gives you. In that respect, he has you well trained.

"Perfect," he grunts, buried to the hilt inside your pussy. "How could you not be?"

You bite down on your lip as he drags his hips back slowly before slamming into you again. The lockers rattle from the force.

"Don't go easy on me, Flag," you tease breathlessly, feeling your walls flutter around his throbbing length. "I'm a big girl. I can take it."

"I know you can, darlin'. You're gonna take it so fuckin' well."

The hand not gripping your waist traces the curve of your spine, rising higher until his fingers wrap around the delicate column of your throat. He applies just the whisper of pressure as his hips snap into you again, but it's enough to have you crying out for more.

In credit to Rick, he doesn't hold back. As he plunges into you at a relentless pace, you’re reduced to strangled sobs and moans, your fragile relationship with him breaking and reforming with every drag of his cock through your soaked channel.

You're not too far gone to understand that this might simply be an outlet for Rick's anger. A way to disperse whatever fear he felt towards your reckless behaviour on the mission. You are, however, too far gone to worry about that for now. You tuck the thought away, saving it for examination much later, focusing instead on the way he stretches and fills you so exquisitely.

"You're doin' so well, baby." Usually, Rick’s compliments are tinged with condescension, but not today. With each stroke of his cock he offers soothing praise that causes your cunt to convulse around him. "You look so fuckin' good like this."

You've always believed it a weakness to show emotion on the battlefield, but any thoughts about saving face in front of Rick are swiftly dissolved as he chases after your relief and his own. You cry out loudly when he tightens his grip on your throat, his other hand reaching down to strum your clit.

"Need you to come for me now, darlin'. I know you can do it. You're so good. So perfect."

He continues to coax you towards your climax, never faltering with his rhythm or his praise. Just like the countless missions he's led you on over the years, he's singularly focused on the outcome. You should have guessed he would make an attentive lover.

"Never gonna get over how fuckin' amazin' this pussy feels, baby. You've ruined me."

The band inside you suddenly snaps and your hands fly from the locker, fingernails digging into the flesh of his forearms as you ride the wave of your release. "Oh god, Rick."

As his name leaves your lips, his hips stutter violently and you feel him spill inside you, coating your walls with his spend. As he falls forward, his head tips against the curve of your neck and he presses another open-mouthed kiss to your skin.

"Darlin'..."

All at once, it's a promise and a plea. A prayer and a curse. There's so much to unpack in that one little word. But maybe it doesn't matter. At least not right now.

Maybe, like the kerosene and cloth of Harley’s beloved Molotov cocktails, you and Rick were always destined to ignite.

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Eternally Yours: The Sweet Taste of Revenge

Whumptober 2022: Alt Prompt for Day 28. Protective Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Vampire!Rick Flag, f!reader Word Count: 3299 TW: Angst, Whump, Vampire Related Violence, Blood, Character Death, Language Notes: Thank you so incredibly much to @loverhymeswith for not only looking this over for me but also for being so supportive from the beginning! 💖

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Despite the screaming and gunfire outside, you strolled casually through the remains of the building completely unfazed. From the moment you reentered Jotunheim alone, you had dropped all pretenses. There were only two other people left in the building and there was no need to put on a show for either of them anymore.

DuBois had hauled you from the building screaming and crying as you feigned fighting against him so you could stay with Rick’s body. The mercenary was surprisingly strong, though he would have been no match for you if you had actually wanted out of his grasp. However, you had played the part of the grieving partner and lover just as was expected of you and allowed him to drag you away. Then when Starro burst from the building, it was just the distraction you needed to break free and charge back in while everyone else watched as you ran to your apparent death.

If only they knew the truth.

You made a quick trip to pick something up on the ground floor before heading down to what was left of the basement. It took you a few moments to find a way to navigate the collapsed stairwell and blocked passages, but you soon made it back to the bathroom. Rick was still lying where you had last seen him amongst the debris and rubble created from his fight.

Crouching down next to his body, your eyes trailed over the blood that had stained his once bright yellow shirt. And as your gaze settled on the cause of the damage, you sighed. “When I witnessed him stab you, it did give me pause for a moment. A piece of porcelain is not the same as a wooden stake, yet an object through the heart is still an object through the heart. Imagine my delight to discover you still alive and well… so to speak.”

For a moment, nothing happened. But then, Rick’s blank, staring eyes shifted towards you, flashing red in the dim light. “I thought I sold it pretty well.”

You smiled softly as you brushed some dirt from his cheek. “Oh, you did, my actor extraordinaire. Everyone believed it and as far as the world will be concerned, Colonel Richard Flag, Jr. died on Corto Maltese, his body forever lost in the rubble of Jotunheim. And with him, his lieutenant who ran back inside because she was too broken-hearted to leave him behind.”

“Good thing they were both already dead to start with,” Rick chuckled softly.

“Yes. Otherwise, that wound would have been fatal, instead of just a minor inconvenience.”

Slowly reaching up, Rick wrapped his fingers around the shard still jutting from his chest before yanking it out. His face contorted in agony as he snarled, “Still hurts like a bitch.”

“So it would seem.” His usually tanned skin looked pallid in the dim light and his eyes still shone a deep red. He had already lost a lot of blood and now that the shard had been removed, his wound was bleeding once again. While it was not something that would end his existence, you could see it had made him incredibly weak and it pained you to see him in such a state.

Silently, you allowed your fingernails to grow into razor-sharp points and you sliced one across your wrist. In seconds, dark red blood began to bubble up and stream down your arm. You held out your wrist to Rick and he hesitated for just a second before he lunged forward, his lips locking onto your arm as he greedily began to suck at the wound.

As he drank, you ran your free hand slowly through his sweat-matted hair, cleaning out small pieces of rock and debris as you did. Rick hummed with pleasure at the feeling and the vibrations on your wrist sent a pleasant buzz up your arm. You could already see him regaining some of his strength and color as the wound in his chest began to heal. He would have eventually healed completely without your blood, but you hated seeing him in pain when he didn’t have to be.

As much as you brushed it off when you first returned to him, you would never reveal how terrified you had actually been to see that shard be driven into his heart. For just a moment, your world had ended. In all of the millennia you had been alive, nothing had ever torn your heart to pieces as that moment had. Even the pain of your transformation– the memory still as painful and fresh as the day it happened– could not compare to thinking Rick was about to be taken from you. Meeting him had given your monotonous, never-ending existence meaning again and there was no doubt in your mind that you would no longer have the will to carry on in this life without him by your side.

When you felt yourself growing weak, you tapped on his jaw and Rick reluctantly released you. He slowly slid his tongue over the cut in your wrist, his saliva closing the wound in seconds. Then he pressed his lips against the faint scar, leaving a perfect bloody imprint when he pulled away. Smiling, you ran your finger across his lips, collecting the remaining blood there before slipping your finger between his lips. He coyly sucked on it as he stared deeply into your eyes, the red in his already starting to fade as he grew stronger. Soon you were left staring into the same deep hazel pools that had enchanted you all those years ago.

“Better?” you asked as you slid your finger from his mouth, resting it on his chin.

He smiled back at you, flashing his fangs. “Much. Thank you, darlin’.”

“Of course, my love.” You trailed your fingernail down his throat and across his broad chest until it settled on the center of the red stain on his shirt. “It is such a shame so much of this had to go to waste. You know how I adore the taste of your blood. Although, it would not have been good if you hadn’t bled. We wouldn’t want questions we have no answers for. That would have turned out very badly for the Squad.”

If Rick hadn’t been able to convince Cleo with his performance that the shard had ended his life, you would have had to silence the girl and that would have led to…. complications. The likes of which may have required the elimination of the entire Squad. No one could learn your secret and live. It was an unfortunate necessity for your survival and one that had allowed you to outlast nearly every other one of your kind.

“Did… did they all make it out?” Rick asked hesitantly. He was still young enough to genuinely care for these mortals. You on the other hand – for whom time no longer held any meaning – had lost interest in the outcome of their insignificant lives. Certainly, you still enjoyed the company of others and truly viewed some as close companions. However, even if they survived today, they would still be dust in the time it took you to blink your eye so their deaths would have meant little to you.

But you smiled. “Yes, the Squad made it out of Jotunheim. All except one. And that is where I have brought you a gift.”

Rising to your feet, you walked to the edge of the room where you had dumped what you had retrieved from upstairs. Easily dragging it over to where Rick was sitting, you dropped it next to him. Rick’s eyes grew wide as he saw what it was. Or rather who it was.

“Is he…?”

You nodded. “Yes, he is still alive, though only just. DuBois nearly severed his artery with a bullet but I closed the wound before he completely bled out. I figured we would give this vermin a chance to be useful for once in his miserable life before he dies. After all, I knew you would be thirsty.”

The blood of his sire may have been useful in healing him, but only the blood of the living would truly help Rick to regain his strength. And considering there was only one living human left in the building, this was the logical option. Besides, you wanted to personally watch as the light left his eyes, a wide smile on your face as it did.

Walking over to one of the broken pipes, you grabbed a small container you found on the floor and filled it with water. Then returning to the two men, you dumped it on over the unconscious man’s face.

He jerked up, suddenly awake as he sputtered and looked around frantically. You bend down until you were eye-to-eye with him, flashing your fangs and red eyes as you purred, “Hello, Peacemaker. Glad you could join us.”

“Fuck!” he yelled as he tried to scramble backward away from you. As his head snapped around looking for a way to escape, his eyes landed on Rick sitting up a few feet away from him, and all the blood drained from his face. “Fuck! But, I-I killed you.”

Rick tilted his head slightly with a lopsided grin that only revealed one of his fangs, still tinged red from your blood. “Sorry to disappoint, but you can’t kill what’s already dead.”

Peacemaker’s head whipped frantically back and forth between the two of you, unsure of who to focus on. Finally, his eyes settled on you and he asked, “What the fuck are you people?”

“Haven’t you guessed? We are creatures of the night, the immortal ones, nightwalkers, Strigoi, the living dead!” you exclaimed, holding out your arms for dramatic effect.

But Peacemaker just continued to stare at you blankly. Then he glanced over at Rick who gave him a half-hearted shrug. “We’re vampires.”

You dropped your arms and rolled your eyes. “You try to have just a touch of elegance or grandeur…”

“Darlin’, remember who you’re talkin’ to.”

“True.” you said flatly before sighing, “But yes, we are vampires.”

Peacemaker’s eye darted back and forth between you and Rick once more. “Wh-what do you want from me? Are you going to turn me into one of you? Induct me into your weird sex cult or whatever it is? I mean, I’m not saying no, but I just need to know what sort of stuff we’re talking about. Even I have my limits.”

You scoffed in disgust. “You? As if we would ever have any desire to allow you to join us. Especially after what you attempted to do.”

Peacemaker held up his hands. “Look, lady. I was just doing my job. My orders were to destroy the evidence no matter what the cost and that’s what I did. Sorry if that meant stabbing your friend.”

“I do not care whose orders you follow. They mean nothing to me,” you hissed. “I have been alive since before recorded history. I have seen civilizations rise and fall. I have known Egyptian Pharaohs and Greek Gods. I have feasted on peasants and royalty alike. But never have I met another like him.”

You gazed lovingly into Rick’s eyes, everything else momentarily fading away as you basked in the intense passion and devotion that you saw there. And you knew he saw the same thing reflected in your eyes. “He is the only one I have ever deemed worthy to join me in this life, the only one I could never bear to lose.” You reached out your hand which Rick accepted, dipping his head to place a long kiss on the back of it.

Suddenly, you whirled around to face Peacemaker, your hand darting out and tightening around his throat like a vice. As easy as picking up a toy, you lifted him off the ground until his eyes were level with yours. He clawed at your hand, gasping for air but you ignored him as you growled, “And yet, you tried to take him from me. For that, you will pay with your life.”

Peacemaker’s eyes grew wide as he doubled his efforts to escape, but it made no difference to you even in your slightly compromised state. Instead, you continued to stare at him stone-faced until he began to go limp in your grasp from lack of oxygen. Only then did you loosen your grip just enough to allow him to take a large, gulping breath and you continued.

“Yet, you will be shown mercy, not because you deserve it, but out of necessity. If I had my way, I would make it take hours as I tore the very flesh from your bones, and only once you had been driven mad from the pain would I end your miserable life.” You cocked your head to the side. “However, seeing as my beloved needs his strength, he will have the honors instead.”

You turned to face Rick who was still staring up at you from the floor.

“Are you sure?” His brow was furrowed as he gazed at you. He must have noticed that you were feeling the effects from the amount of blood he had taken from you earlier and, despite needing the blood himself, he was still willing to share his already depleted meal.

Touched that he would offer, you cooed gently, “Yes, my love. Drink. He is all yours.” Turning to Peacemaker, your eyes flashed red and you growled, “Just make it hurt.”

Rick nodded as he rose unsteadily to his feet. As soon as he was ready, you released your hold on Peacemaker’s neck. He dropped to the floor, gasping for air, yet quickly scrambled to his feet and attempted to take off running. However, Rick was on him in an instant. He slammed his palm into the center of Peacemaker’s chest and you heard the simultaneous snap of multiple bones. Peacemaker howled as Rick drove him backward, quickly pinning him against the wall.

Gurgling and moaning in pain, Peacemaker feebly tried to push Rick’s hand off of his chest, yet even at his full strength, he would have been no match for the vampire. Rick grinned as he slowly extended his fangs. Then, he lunged forward, plunging his teeth into Peacemaker’s neck.

The man tried to scream but Rick’s teeth dug deeper, ripping into his throat and severing his vocal cords. Peacemaker continued to silently howl as he attempted to fight back. The only sound coming from his ruined throat was a low guttural grunting that was barely audible over the sounds of Rick drinking

At this point, Peacemaker stopped struggling. Though you could still hear his heart fighting to continue beating, his body was slumped limply with Rick’s hand on his chest the only thing keeping him vertical. Without pausing his drinking, Rick glanced up at you, his eyes radiant and full of life. You smiled coyly at him and he winked at you in return. Then, as he took one last long sip, he quickly grabbed Peacemaker’s head and twisted it almost a full 180°. Instantly, his faint, struggling heartbeat fell silent.

Rick released the body and it clattered to the floor in a heap. Then he turned to face you. Even when he was still human, back before you turned him, Rick Flag was one of the most alluring men you had ever encountered in your thousands of years of walking this Earth. And since the change, in moments like these where he was fresh from a feed, it almost hurt to look at him.

Though still coated in blood, sweat, and dirt, Rick’s bronzed skin seemed to glow as he walked toward you. The muscles in his arms and chest strained against his tight, soiled t-shirt, his biceps bulging from the rush of fresh blood in his system. A few strands of hair had fallen across his face and you longed to reach out and brush them aside.

He stopped just inches in front of you.

His lips still shone with blood yet instead of licking it off, he pressed them against yours. The second a drop of blood hit your tongue, your body came alive. Moaning softly, you pulled him deeper into you as just that little taste of blood had given you a jolt of energy. You slipped your tongue past his lips, savoring the fresh blood that still coated the inside of his mouth. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make all of your senses go into overdrive.

Rick trailed his fingers down your side until he reached your hips and with one hand, he lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. You knew that with his strength, all he needed was a single finger to hold a person aloft, and yet, his arm was wrapped tightly around you as if he might lose hold at any moment. Suddenly you realized that you may not have been the only one frightened that Rick was almost taken from you.

Forcing yourself to break contact with his lips, you leaned your forehead against his for a moment and then nudged his nose with yours. “I am very pleased that you are alright.”

“I am too.” He leaned into you, his forehead pressing even harder against yours. “Thank you for comin’ back and takin’ care of me.”

You chuckled softly as you cupped his face, your eyes shining brightly as you gazed at him. “You, silly, silly man. As if I could ever bear to leave you behind.” Then you pressed your lips against his once more.

It was a kiss that could have lasted an eternity (especially considering neither one of you needed to pause to take a breath), but soon the sounds of people entering what was left of the building above shattered the moment. Exchanging a quick look, you both nodded, and Rick set you down. It was doubtful anyone else could make it down to the basement anytime soon without clearing out a pathway first, but it was not a chance either of you was willing to make.

Rick took your hand and began leading you from the room. However, you paused when you got to the doorway and glanced back. Peacemaker’s broken mangled body lay at the base of the far wall near where Rick had once laid. If anyone discovered him, it would be obvious that he had not been killed by DuBois’s bullet.

Slipping your hand from Rick’s, you placed your palms against the concrete wall and pushed. It didn’t take much effort for the already weakened material to come crashing down, leading to a domino effect that collapsed most of the remaining infrastructure around you.

As rubble and dust fell from the ceiling, Rick pulled you into his chest to protect you though most of the damage was being done in the room you had just left. When everything finally settled once more, you peeked out from Rick’s arms to assess the damage.

Just as you had hoped, the bathroom had been obliterated and reduced to a massive pile of concrete. Buried under it was Peacemaker’s body along with the fact that Rick’s body was no longer there. Your secret was safe for now.

It was true that Richard Flag Jr. perished in the basement of Jotunheim along with his lieutenant. The two figures who quietly slipped from the ruins of the building, disappearing into a nearby crowd as they walked hand-in-hand, were no longer those people. Just as you had countless times before, you would need to become someone else. And while it would be a challenge, as long as you had the love of your life by your side, everything was going to be alright.

Thank you for reading! I have completely fallen in love with these two and I am planning to write more one-shot fics set in the same universe. The series will be called Eternally Yours. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged!

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ghostofskywalker · 2 years

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Hello!! For your celebration I would love to request a Rick Flag Fic with the title "Such A Tease" if that's possible! Thank you and congrats!

thank you so much for the prompt!! i really like this one and i hope you do too :) there is now a second part to this fic, available here!!

words: 1,547

summary: When you disobey direct orders on a mission, Rick makes his displeasure known in a slightly unconventional way.

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Such a Tease

“Captain, come in!” the voice of Rick Flag came through your radio as you approached the outside gates of the enemy base with your squadron. “Are your troops in position?”

“We’re approaching the outer gates on the north side now Colonel,” you said, and the other men all looked to you for direction. “So far we haven’t run into any hostiles.”

“There’s been a change of plan,” Rick said, and you could hear the sound of fighting and chaos in the background. “We were ambushed on the south side of the building, and we need backup.”

“Copy that,” you said. “I’ll send my men around to help you and then I’ll continue with the original plan.”

“No!” you heard him shout. “It’s too dangerous to go forward by yourself-”

But you cut him off. “Colonel, if one of us doesn’t make it into the building to get the intel we came for, this entire mission will be a complete waste of our time.”

“Y/N!” he said, and the use of your name during a mission shocked you. “It’s too risky to try and do this by yourself, you won’t make it.”

“Rick, I need to do this,” you said before turning the radio off, and you knew that Rick was probably incredibly annoyed, wherever he was. You then handed your radio off to one of the other soldiers you were with, and he looked at you with a confused look on his face.

“Captain?” What are you doing?” he asked

You kept your gaze even as you addressed him. “Lieutenant, take the rest of the troops down to the south entrance and help Colonel Flag. You’re in charge from now until you meet up with him and the rest of his troops.”

“But what about you?”

You took a deep breath. “From what I just heard, a majority of the hostiles are at the South entrance of the building, which means that this entrance is likely unguarded.”

“With all due respect Captain,” the lieutenant said, and you knew what was coming out of his mouth next. “The Colonel said to meet him down at the other entrance.”

“The Colonel may mean well, but he’s kidding himself if he thinks we can get out of here on time with this ambush,” you said. “If he asks, tell him what I said, and if you can get Flag and his troops back to the jet safely and I’m not there, don’t worry about coming back for me.”

“But Captain-”

“That’s an order, Lieutenant,” you said, your voice firm. “Now go, we don’t have much time.” He gave you one last look before calling the rest of the men to follow him, and you were left with the task of breaking into the looming building in front of you.

The one advantage you had with this plan was the fact that one person was a lot quieter than an entire squad, and you managed to take out the two guards stationed at the entry point. The halls of the base were empty as you ran through then, trying to keep your footsteps as quiet as possible. It seemed that the rest of the people stationed here were dealing with Rick and the other men at the south entrance of the building, so you didn’t run into any trouble.

You were thankful that the command room only had two men inside, and you took care of them with ease as you headed to the control desk and plugged in the device you had brought. You weren’t picky in the intel you saved onto the drive, because you didn’t have time to review every single file on the database. It would be better to have more information than needed anyway.

It was the loading time that killed you, and you kept an ear out for any more hostiles as you watched the bar on the screen slowly fill up. You wondered how Flag was doing, and you hoped that you would be able to get the information you needed before the rest of the team left. You knew he was probably fuming at your decision to attempt to do this by yourself, and you would have to answer to that when you made it back, but you knew this was the right thing to do.

Right as you pulled the drive from the computer, you heard the door open and you were suddenly faced with five men, guns all pointed at you. “Gentlemen,” you said, tipping an imaginary hat in their direction before pulling out your own gun and pointing it at them. “I think this is all a big misunderstanding.”

But your adversaries didn’t seem to share the same inclinations as you, and soon you were sprinting through the halls of the base, all of them chasing after you. It was incredibly helpful that the control room had two entrances, or you would have been forced to fight.

Gunshots could be heard all through the building as you continued to run, hoping that they weren’t gaining on you. And when you felt someone grab your arm and pull, you almost screamed.

“Shut up!” Rick’s voice hissed, and he pulled you along.

You had no choice but to follow, and as the two of you raced down the hall in the direction that Rick had come in, you had a realization. “I told the lieutenant-”

“He told me about your stupid little idea,” he said venomously as he ran. “And it’s bad enough that you weren’t following my orders!”

“I got the data, so what’s the big deal?”

He didn’t even bother to respond as the two of you continued to run, and eventually you made it back to the jet safely. Your chest heaved as you collapsed onto the floor of the plane and tried to catch your breath, eyes closed as you were sure the other men stared at you. But you didn’t care what they all thought, because you had the data you had come for.

***

You had given your report to Waller and handed over the drive, so you really wanted to just be done with this mission, but you knew that wasn’t the case. Rick would be here any minute, ready to scold you about your dangerous decision and threaten to remove you from future missions entirely. This was not the first time this happened, but you knew he worried about you.

The exact nature of your relationship with Rick was hard to define. You flirted shamelessly with him and he often flirted right back, but neither of you had ever made a move. To you, that was a clear indicator that he was not interested in pursuing a relationship with you, and although you might have liked to be something more with him, you weren’t angry or resentful. You knew that he cared about you, which is why you often ended up on the other end of his lectures when he thought you acted recklessly, but it was never too bad.

When the door to your office opened and Rick stepped in, you immediately stood up and walked over to him. “I know you’re mad right now,” you said quickly. “But if I hadn’t gone off on my own we wouldn’t have the intel we so desperately needed, and-”

The look on his face silenced you, and he drew closer and closer before you really started to wonder what he was doing. You rarely kept the lights in your office on, preferring the natural light that came in through the windows, so the room was already slightly dark as he stared at you, gaze flickering down to your lips.

Your breath hitched as you stared right back at him, and your mind started to wander. In all your flirting, you had never kissed before, and right now you were really thinking about what it would be like to feel his lips on yours. “Y/N,” he said softly, and you were barely inches apart at this point. “Stop talking.”

You shrank slightly under his gaze, and it got a lot harder to keep your more salacious thoughts at bay, especially with the way his hands were resting on your waist. “Sorry.”

“What I wanted to say,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Is that what you did out there was-”

Was he going to kiss you right now? You had been expecting a lecture (not a make out session), but you definitely weren’t complaining. You could hear the voice in your head finish his sentence, filling in words like “heroic,” and “commendable.” You instinctively closed your eyes, waiting for the final moment when his lips would land on yours.

Instead, you could feel him pull away. “Incredibly stupid and reckless,” he said, and you opened your eyes to see him standing there, a devilish smirk on his face. He knew what you were thinking, and this was cruel, even for him.

You didn’t even know what to say in response, but that didn’t matter, because all he did was offer you a wink and then walk back out the door, leaving you standing in the middle of the room, mouth still open in shock. You would definitely be getting him back for that.

- the end -

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maarriiii · 2 years

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Breathless | Rick Flag

A/N: Sometimes I would take a look at my drafts, see one work, and wonder why the heck didn’t I post this. This is one of them. I don’t even know if there’s still people left that care about Rick Flag. I wrote this around the time The Suicide Squad came out. Anyways, enjoy.

Pairing(s): Rick Flag x female!reader (hopefully soon I’ll write for a gender neutral reader if only I could finish all of my unfinished fics)

Warning(s): None

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“Flag?” Rick Flag looked up from his boots and was met with the sight of a confused y/n l/n, standing in front of her apartment door. For a few seconds, the former colonel had to do a double take with how casual her appearance was. y/n was clad in a worn out T-shirt with some sort of stain on her chest and a pair of denim jeans. Her hair was tied up with strands of hair framing her face. If Rick didn’t recognize her from the times that they’ve worked together, then he would’ve thought that she was just a normal civilian living her life. But, y/n was anything but. A trained assassin wanted by every agencies possible for countless of political assassination domestically and internationally.

“Hello, um,” Rick shook his head and cleared his throat. “Hey.”

“Hi. What are you doing here?”

“I was just in town and thought I’d give you a visit.”

y/n squint, watching his movement. “I never told you where I live in Gotham.”

Rick gulped underneath her gaze and stuffed his hands inside his jacket pocket. Rick wasn’t a man that’s easily intimidated. He had fought many atrocious people during his time in the army and worked with the worst of the worst almost on a daily basis. He needed to grow a thicker skin because of it and he did. But, as y/n watched him intently, trying to decipher the meaning behind his sudden arrival, he couldn’t help but remember how deadly this woman in front of him. How she could kill him with a single touch, hide his body and returned to whatever she was doing without anyone noticing.

“Rick.” y/n snapped him out of his thoughts. “How did you know where I live?”

“Alright, I might’ve asked a couple of people to track you down. And I might’ve asked Dubois too. Since, you know, you both worked together before,” he explained, feeling ashamed for some reason.

“Wow, Rick, all that effort just to find me? I’m honored.” She smiled.

“Well, you’re a hard woman to find. Can’t blame me to ask for favors.”

Rick heard her genuinely laugh for the first time and he couldn’t resist the smile that slipped his lips. She was always so guarded during missions, a few quips here and there about him, Waller or the utter ridiculousness of whatever teammates she was assigned with. Even when Harley let out the most ridiculous things out of her mouth, y/n was always tight lipped. He was lucky if he saw a smirk from her. Rick won’t admit it out loud, but he was liking this side of her.

He was immediately engulfed with a delicious smell that almost made his stomach growl when he entered her apartment. It was a small apartment and from where he stood, Rick could see the kitchen with an array of ingredients on the counter and pans on the stovetop. The living room was to his right where the local news was playing on the tv and books were scattered on the coffee table. On his left was a hallway with three doors leading to what he assumed to be bedrooms.

“Bathroom is the second door on the left.” y/n looked at him over her shoulder. “You want anything to drink? I have beers, soda, water.”

“Beer would be fine. You got people comin' over? That’s a lot of food.” Rick nodded to the ingredients scattered on the counter.

“Harley’s gonna come over soon and she likes to eat a lot.” She shrugged, sipping her tea. “You hungry? I think I made enough for three people. Harley’s gonna have to share though.”

“No, no, that’s alright. I’m fine. Thanks.”

“Suits you then. But, for your information, I’ve been told I’m a phenomenal cook.” She winked at him. “So, to what do I owe you the pleasure, Colonel Flag?”

To say y/n was surprised when Flag showed up at her door was an understatement. After the mission in Corto Maltese—and blackmailing Waller—she never thought she’d see the rest of her remaining Task Force X teammates again, let alone her former Colonel. She did keep tabs on all of them, even Nanaue for some odd reason unknown to her, but that was it. The last she heard from the man in front of her was that he quit the task force and moved to D.C. That was five months ago.

Rick was silent for a moment before he spoke. “Just a casual visit to a friend. You know, just making sure you’re not getting into troubles.”

“Hm. And do you do this house calls to everyone?” y/n questioned, a playful glint on her eyes.

“You just so happened to be my first visit.”

y/n rolled her eyes. “If you wanted to see me, Flag, you know you could just say so. There’s no need to make up a reason. I won’t judge.”

“What makes you think that, l/n?” A smirk slipped his lips.

“Oh, please, I was always your favorite on the squad. You always make the effort to personally escort me from my cell—and don’t even deny it cause I overheard the guards once. You put an overwhelming amount of trust in me to watch your six and save your ass. And lastly, you stare too much.”

“Well, you were—you were the most competent and less likely to kill me if I turn my back on you. What do you mean I stare too much?” Rick frowned.

y/n leaned her elbow on the counter, her head tilted on her hand and a mischievous smile on her lips. She was dangerously close to his face even with the island counters separating the two of them. Rick could smell the spices she used on her and it overwhelmed his senses in the best possible way. The only time they were this close was on a mission where both of them were covered in mud and blood. He had to admit he did sometimes stare at her during mission. y/n would be checking her gear, incapacitating an enemy, or just talking to Harley and he would avert his eyes to her. Harley caught him doing it one time and he had to act like he didn’t know what the hell she was talking about. So much for subtlety.

“I mean, sometimes I could feel your eyes on me and when I turned around, you’re already looking away,” y/n whispered slowly.

“I was just checking to make sure you’re not planning something that could endanger the mission.”

“At first, I thought the same thing. I thought you were just doing your job. But, then it lingered just a few seconds too long and in places where you shouldn’t be staring.”

“I, uh, I didn’t mean to make you comfortable or anything like that.”

y/n smiled at his reaction and inched closer to his face that she could feel his breath on her face. “Don’t worry, soldier. I’m just glad the feelings mutual. I haven’t exactly been innocent on the staring too.”

She trailed feather light touches on his neck with both of her hands and she could feel him tense underneath her touch. She brushed his surprising soft lips with her own and was satisfied when Rick closed her eyes. He leaned his forehead on her and gripped his beer with a little too much force as if he was holding himself back. y/n could just end their waiting and kissed him hard like she always wanted to ever since she saw him shirtless in that hut in Corto Maltese. But, she thought it was fun to torture him like that.

“You’re gonna kiss me or just leave a man hangin' like this?” He breathed out, eyes still closed.

“I like seeing you like this. I don’t think many people could say they made Colonel Rick Flag so breathless.”

“You’re killin' me here, sweetheart.”

y/n shivered at the nickname. “Wouldn’t that be a good way to die.”

Without any warning, Rick pressed his lips against hers and cupped her jaw. His calloused thumbs gently brushed the apple of her cheeks and y/n couldn’t resist the urge to melt at the gesture. For years, all she ever focused on was vengeance to the people that stole her life and weaponized her. She didn’t imagine she would surrendered so easily to the foreign feelings, to Rick Flag of all people. But, as their lips molded like two pieces of a puzzle, all she could focus on was him. y/n held both of his hands and squeezed, a silent sign that she trust him. The man she used to despised with all her being. Her colleague, friend, and something more if the universe deemed her to be a good enough person despite her bloody past.

A small whimper escaped her lips when Rick pulled away, but they were still close enough to feel each other pants. y/n didn’t open her eyes, still too caught up in the euphoria that was his lips. Her mind was screaming at her for being so vulnerable and unguarded, but she couldn’t care less. All she wanted was him.

“Looks like I’m the one makin' you breathless this time, y/n.”

”Seems so.” She smiled. “I gotta say, Flag, you’re one helluva kisser.”

Rick chuckled. “I try not to disappoint.”

“Any more secret talent I need to know about?”

“I think I have a few tricks up my sleeve. Though, I’d rather take you out to dinner first.”

y/n finally opened her eyes and gazed at him. “I like the sound of that.”

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maddu-oliveira · 2 years

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Congrats on 100 followers!!!! For prompt request

“Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.” With rick??

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warnings: fluff and suggestive talk

word count: 331

A/N: thanks and sorry for taking too long just got my new phone so I can go back to normal activities! This is a short one but I hope you like it

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Rick moved around in bed realizing that you were no longer there, heard a noise in the kitchen that made him sit up in bed and stretch, but quickly jumped out as soon as the fire alarm went off. The Colonel came running downstairs, prepared for an attack or something, only to find smoke coming out of the kitchen and you saying some insults. He walked into the kitchen, turning off the burning and opening the windows, then turned off the alarm.

"What happened, Y/n?" He asked rubbing his eyes to finally wake up.

"I- I was just trying to make breakfast… Sorry for waking you up" You said coughing while taking the pan off the oven.

"Oh darling, you didn't need to" Rick scoffed, involving his arms on your waist.

"I wanted to make a surprise, Rick…You've been working so hard lately" You hug him by the neck.

"You surprised me anyway, darling" He kissed your forehead pulling off the hug.

"Let me try doing the eggs again, Rick… One more time!" You said hands together and pouted at him.

"Darling, I love you and all but please step out of the kitchen" He laughs seeing you pout and stomp out of the kitchen. "Hey hey, I'm protecting you and avoiding the house being set on fire"

"Don't be this cruel to me, Rick" You turned to look at him. "Let's go to a coffee shop, okay?"

Rick walked to you, carrying you to the room as you chuckled, when he entered the bedroom he laid you down. He let soft kisses all the way down from your neck to your chest.

"For now I just want to have you, darling" He murmurs close to your ear.

"Sounds better to me, Colonel" You managed to change position and now you were straddling him. "I know how to disarm you"

"I let you do it, darling" Rick smirks looking at you. "Cause I know you can take care of me"

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violetmuses · 2 years

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Home, Sweet Home - Rick Flag

TITLE: Home, Sweet Home || Rick Flag

FANDOM: “Suicide Squad” Film Universe

CHARACTER: Colonel Richard “Rick” Flag

PAIRING: Rick Flag + Female Reader

MAIN STORYLINE: When Rick finally comes back home from another stressful mission, all he wants is to see you smile again.

Author’s Note: Hi! This quick drabble is dedicated to @lacontroller1991. We love you and thanks for everything. - V. 💜

"Parachute" Universe Masterlist 💛

Main Masterlist 💜

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2021

You’re dancing in the bedroom alone while he stands in that door’s threshold. It isn’t long before he puts down his travel bag and crosses both arms, noticing you.

“Partying without me? Where’s the cooler, darling?” He chuckles to himself as soon as you glance over one shoulder and gape. The biggest smile reaches your face. You then cut off the music, almost running towards him.

As he embraces you for the first time in months, you’re short enough that your own face can only reach the middle of his clothed chest.

“Hey, Baby.” Smiling again, you look upward towards this beautiful man, hoping to notice those perfect hazel eyes once more. You’ve committed them to memory for the rest of your own life.

“Missed you.” He clips his words and lifts you in the bridal-style way, no longer allowing your steps to even move along that bedroom’s carpeted floor. That Southern drawl first killed you. Not to mention that an old-time charm lined his manners, rare nowadays.

“Missed you too.” You tell him right back. In an effort to keep holding him, you wrap both arms around his neck and lean inward, guiding his lips straight towards your own.

He’s home. Safe and sound. You think to yourself.

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lacontroller1991 · 7 months

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Branded (Rick Flag x GN!Reader)

Main Master List || DC Master List

Requested by @witchygagirl - If you're still doing them can I request

You have a tattoo where your soulmate first touches you for Rick Flag

from this prompt list

Warnings: Heavy gun usage, gun fire, battle, blood, language, battle wounds

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The gunfire rings out around you as sand flies everywhere. If it wasn’t for the light of the continuous gunfire, you definitely wouldn’t be able to see. You shouldn’t even be here. You should be back in Spain, sipping on your sangria on the beach with men waiting for your beck and call. Instead, you’re in the middle of a gunfight on a random ass beach in South America, all because you killed a few people. Ok. Maybe a lot of people. Thus began your time in Belle Reve.

When Waller had initially come to you with the proposition, you had shunned her away, openly mocking her for ever assuming that you would join her little Task Force. With the more days that passed and the more people you saw leaving, you soon changed your mind, leading you to now. Hands wrapped tightly around your gun as you hide behind a rock, trying to cancel out the screams of your comrades.

Now you know why it’s called the Suicide Squad.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Your commander yells at you, crashing beside you and catching his breath. “We need your help out there!”

You look over to him, eyes wide in panic as your lips slightly tremble. “I can’t. My power can’t activate under stress.”

“You’ve got to be fucking me.” Rick groans from beside you, reloading his gun as he shakes his head in disbelief. When he looks back at you, terrified, he realizes that you’re not joking. “Look at me. Look at me!” He grabs your face with his dirty hands and turns you to him. “This is life and death. Either you fight or you die and I don’t intend on letting any more of my people die. Understand?” You nod your head as he nods his head. “Ok good, on my mark, we’re going to make a run for some better cover. Ready?” He asks, getting into a crouching position as you follow suit, gripping onto your gun like your life depends on it. “Go!” You and him run through the gunfire, firing your own weapons back as you watch men fall to the ground. You feel a rush of pride but it’s short lived when you feel a searing hot pain rip through your leg, causing you to fall to the ground. You try to stand up, but fall short, your leg burning in pain causing you to let out a sharp cry of pain as you look down, the sand underneath your leg getting darker and darker. Just like your vision.

Hearing your cry of pain, Rick’s head whips back until he spots you lying on the sand, clutching your leg. He’s already clear of the gunfire and he could proceed with his mission, but there’s something about you that is preventing him from going forward. “Oh for fuck’s sake.” He grumbles to himself before fixing his gun and running back into the line of fire, making quick work to grab your ankle and drag you towards the bushes. “I hope I’m right about this.”

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You wake up to birds chirping at people talking though you don’t know where you are. You remember being shot, and then dragged through the woods by Rick, but besides that, you have no clue what’s going on. Moving to sit up, a warm hand places itself on your shoulder, not letting your rise any higher than that. “Woah there, just relax, you’re safe.” You turn your head to the voice and see your commander sitting there with a soft smile on his face.

“Colonel Flag? What’s going on? Where are we?” He removes his hand from your shoulder and places it in his lap, but something is off about it. Did he always have that tattoo on his hand?

“We’re safe, that’s all that matters. We’re waiting for an evac off this hell hole,” he murmurs, looking around the makeshift tent as you nod, turning to look into the mirror on the desk across from you, confusion all over your face.

“What the hell is on my face?” You try to inspect it a little closer, but again, Rick’s hand pushes you back down, a blush on his face.

“Well, uh, you know how some people get tattoos where their soulmate touches them for the first time,” he comments as you nod your head. Of course you do. Everyone in the world knows that. And only some are lucky enough to have that. “I think we’re soulmates.”

“I must have a concussion because this can’t be real,” you comment, but he shakes his head, grabbing the mirror and holding up to your face, placing his hand next to the mirror. In the mirror you can see the exact same symbol on your face that’s on his hand.

“Concussion or not, it’s real.” He comments as the sound of a helicopter echoes in the distance, causing his head to look outside. “That sounds like our ride. We’ll discuss this later, ok?” You nod your head in confirmation as he gives you an awkward pat on the back, not really sure where to go, but at least you guys will have each other.

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giowritess · 7 days

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its currently 2:35

i gotta be up at 6:30

what am i doing? of course im writing that rick flag fic i talked about here some time ago, and guys… its filthy

i seriously cant wait to finish it and post it

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 1 year

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Christmas is for Friends and Family

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Summary: When you tell Rick that you don’t do Christmas because it is a time for family and friends, neither of which you have, he makes it his mission to prove you wrong.

Word Count: 1510

TW: Fluff, Alone for Christmas, Found Family, Language

“Hey, Flag. Whatcha working on?” you asked as you casually sauntered into your partner’s office.

He glanced up momentarily from his computer then refocused on the screen. “Tryin’ to get these reports done so I can go home. I can’t believe Waller is making us work late on Christmas Eve.”

You plopped down heavily on the edge of his desk and grabbed a handful of candy out of the dish just next to your knee. “Seriously? That really surprise you? She’s like the Grinch, Scrooge, and Krampus all rolled into one.”

“Better be careful, if she hears you talking like that, she’ll never let you leave.”

“I don’t care. It’s not like I have plans.”

“Oh, come on, darlin’. It’s Christmas Eve! You can’t tell me you don’t have something planned.”

You tried to look as nonchalant as possible as you said, “Nope. I don’t do Christmas. Christmas is for friends and family. And I don’t have either.”

Rick looked slightly hurt. “I’m your friend.”

You popped another candy into your mouth. “No, you’re my coworker. You have to like me for the sake of the team. I meant people who I hang out with outside of work. Who actually thinks about me once they walk out those doors at night.”

You thought you heard Rick mumble something that sounded suspiciously like “I do think about you…all the time” but you brushed it off as wishful thinking. “No, I’m going to do the same thing I do every Christmas. Sleep in, spend the entire day in my pajamas, and eat three day old leftovers while I binge some crappy tv.”

“So, is that why you’re still hanging out around here even though it’s pretty obvious you are done with work?” Rick scoffed. “You just don’t want to go home to an empty apartment all alone? That’s just sad, darlin’.”

You knew he was kidding around, but the retort hit closer to home than you wanted to admit. You stood up abruptly from the desk. “Listen, I was going to offer to help you finish your paperwork in the spirit of holidays and all that, but just forget it.” You stalked to the door as Rick tried to sputter some sort of apology, but you ignored him. Just before you left the room, you spun around to face him.

“Merry Christmas, Colonel Flag.” Then you slammed his door shut loudly.

As you stalked down the hall to your office, you mentally kicked yourself for overreacting. Rick was probably the closest thing you had to a friend either inside or outside the walls of the prison. And the playful back and forth banter was just how the two of you joked around. But ever since your mom died, it had just been you on your own. And you liked it that way. However, sometimes on nights like tonight, the loneliness and isolation hit you like a truck. You had dedicated all your time and energy into your career but what did that leave you with at the end of the day? A one-bedroom apartment and some leftover Chinese take-out.

You sighed as you grabbed your keys and bag from your desk. Turning to leave, you were startled to see Rick standing in your doorway. Part of you wanted to rush over and give him a huge hug, to say how sorry you were for being a brat and storming off. But the part of you that was still hurt by his words was stronger. You pushed past him, jerking your arm out of his grasp when he went to stop you. He tried calling after you, but you just yelled, “I’ll see you on Monday” and kept going.

When you got to your car, you threw everything into the back seat and climbed in. It was only then that you let the first tears stream silently down your cheeks. Once again, you had been given the chance to make things right, and you had thrown it all away. And you wonder why you don’t have any friends.

A knock at your door woke you from your deep slumber. Groaning, you rolled over to see the clock showing 5:48. What the hell! Even on workdays, I don’t have to get up before 6. Whoever that is better just fuck off.

You didn’t hear anything else for a moment, so you snuggled back under the covers and tried to fall back asleep.

BAM, BAM, BAM. You shot up in bed as your front door rattled from the force of the knocking. Grabbing your bathrobe off your chair and your gun from under your pillow, you hurried down the hall. Reaching the front door, you peered cautiously through the peephole, gun raised. But you lowered it with an aggravated sigh as you saw the familiar Colonel on the other side.

“What the fuck do you want, Flag?” you yelled through the wood.

He pressed his face against the other side of the peephole, smiling broadly. “Merry Christmas to you too! Let us in, this hallway is freezing!”

“Then leave! I told you I don’t do Christmas!”

“Well, you do this year. Now let us in!”

You finally realize what he just said. “Wait…. who’s ‘us’?”

Unlocking the door and cracking it slightly, you were promptly shoved out of the way as it suddenly slammed open, and Rick and the entire squad burst into your apartment. You stared openmouthed as each of them filed in with armloads of decorations, food, presents, and lights.

You turn to Rick in astonishment, “How…What…?”

He beamed back brightly, throwing one arm around your shoulder. “Waller’s out of town so I was able to pull a few strings. Everyone’s got to be back by tonight, but I figured none of us should be alone for the holidays. Especially not when there are people who care about us that would love to spend them together.”

You watched as Harley organized the presents, Boomer frantically struggled with a box of tangled lights, Abner fiddled with your oven, DuBois and Lawton argued over the best spot to set the tree, and Cleo controlled a hoard of rats into stringing garland from the ceiling.

You were speechless. The tense ache that had been throbbing in your chest since last night slowly began to fade. You looked up at Rick through misty eyes, “I don’t know what to say. Especially after how I stormed out last night.”

“Ah, it’s okay, darlin’. I took it too far and I shouldn’t have teased you about being by yourself. I mean, I’m one to talk! Before I thought of this, my plans for today were eating a microwavable pizza while I reorganized my gun safe!”

You could feel his deep laugh reverberating throughout your body. It felt so comforting and safe, that you couldn’t help but lean your head into his chest. He glanced down at you and smiled, before murmuring in a softy voice so only you could hear, “Hey, I know this job can be tough. And there are times when you feel alone or isolated. But I’m here for you, always. You are so much more to me than just a coworker. You are the best partner and friend a guy could ask for. And I’m sorry if I never said that before.”

“No, I feel the same way about you. I don’t know why I said that last night. You’ve always been an amazing friend, Rick. And I’m sorry if I made you feel otherwise. And this?” You motioned to the chaotic merriment throughout your apartment. “This is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.” You rolled out from under his arm to stand chest-to-chest facing one another. Then you wrapped your arms around his waist, looking up at his face. “But I do have one question for you.”

He ducked his head lower until it hovered just above yours. “And what’s that?”

Lowering your voice, you whispered, “Did Cleo bring those rats with her or were they already in my apartment?....You know what, I don’t want to know.”

Rick chuckled again as he pulled you closer against his chest, wrapping his strong arms around your back. You opened your mouth, but before you could say anything else, Harley popped up holding a wilted piece of parsley over your heads.

You eyed her curiously. “Uh, Harls…. What are you doing?”

She shrugged. “I couldn’t find any mistletoe. And I figured neither one of you would ever make a move on your own so…” She shook the pathetic plant for emphasis.

Rick and you quickly exchanged an embarrassed look but then he stared deep into your eyes. “It might not be the real thing, but it is a tradition.”

You smiled coyly back at him. “Colonel Flag, are you asking if you can kiss me?”

He blushed slightly as he muttered, “Well, you know… the mistletoe... and only if you want to.”

Grabbing his chin, you pulled him down towards your lips. “You never needed an excuse to do this.”

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reveluving · 1 year

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drown in your body ; rick flag x reader (ft benny miller)

summary: Benny knows he can only appreciate you from afar for so long, and despite his biggest threats, specifically, your husband and Benny’s own questionable morals, he can’t help but take a quick peek.

warnings: smut (minors DNI!), possessive af!Rick vs pervy af!Benny (whew)

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» smut includes; unprotected & kinda rough sex, spanking, voyeurism, dirty talking, possessive & kinky Rick vs pervy & kinky Benny 🧎🏻‍♀️, kinda dark but not really?? they just really kinky fr fr

'Then again, what's the harm in just a quick peek and run, right?' ;

Benny knew he had reached a different kind of low just by doing this.

He didn't mean to, at first.

All he tried to do was pass you the mail that had been mistakenly sent to their house. The package looked pretty important, judging by the sheer size of it, so he thought to give it to you directly rather than leaving it on your porch.

He knocked, and knocked, and knocked, but no one answered. Not you, not Rick, not even the cat that loves to visit your house every other day. He had no reason to try and turn the doorknob, but he definitely wasn't expecting it to be unlocked. Whether his reason for trespassing had anything to do with stubbornness or worry, the latter because he feared something had happened to you, was uncertain, but the package in his hands was no longer his priority at the moment.

No, it was the distant moan coming from upstairs.

It should've been his cue to scram, to pray that you or Rick had forgotten about whether or not one of you brought the mail in, to control his sick curiousity and avoid getting killed.

Literally.

But, oh, those noises were so tempting, so melodious, so needy. He only realized his feet were moving on their own when he reached the bottom of the stairs. He didn't move for a hot minute, mentally arguing with his inner demons for being so depraved for you the way he is. Or maybe, it was the fact that he could hear Rick's grunts in between your yelps.

Will would have his head for this.

But, who's to say Santi and Frankie wouldn't do the same either?

Then again, what's the harm in just a quick peek and run, right?

Well, everything. He could be dead on the spot.

He's seen the displays of affection you two have for each other, Rick doing so to spite the group as well but as much as Benny hated to admit it, he could see the true love both of you shared. He was grateful you found happiness just as he was disheartened that that happiness wasn't him.

But, as long as your husband was treating you well, then why should he complain? And judging by the sounds you're making upstairs, he definitely was.

He sighed, knowing he was a lost cause when he slowly ascended the stairs, testing any parts of the thread that could give him away with unnecessary creaks. He even held onto the handrails like a lifeline, but

The sight in the hallway brought him to a halt— eyeing the dress that lay on the floor slowly filled him with anticipation. Rick's suit jacket was barely hanging on the console table but what caught his eyes was the flimsy material peeking out of the pocket.

Your lacey panties.

Oh, Benny knew he was done for.

He quickly tried to navigate the room before he could even think about the idea of snatching for future use, his only guide was the noises coming from the bedroom, which was at the other end of the floor. Benny had no one to blame but himself, giving in to his curiousity and investigating like an airheaded character in a horror movie.

The closer he got to the door, the smaller his steps became, fearing that one bold movie would give his position away and have his funeral right then and there. And yet, his possible fate didn't steer him from his goal, his cock growing harder since his less-than-welcomed arrival.

And lo and behold, he reached the jackpot. His heart was racing faster than he thought was healthy, but just as he was thinking with his dick, he peeked. Despite the pep talks he gave himself, he could've given himself away when he nearly choked at the sight he was blessed with.

With your face nuzzling the blankets and ass up, Rick relentlessly thrust his hips into yours. He threw his head back, sliding his hand up and down the perfect curve of your spine before smacking your pretty ass. Hard. Each spank he presented drew little yelps out of you, the man above towering over you chuckling darkly every time you did.

Oh, what he wouldn't do to have you underneath him.

The dazed look on your face as you bite into the sheets was hypnotizing. Those sweet red lips that he wants to both kiss and see wrapped around his cock. Just as Benny began palming his cock over his sweatpants, he then noticed your bounded hands, the silky royal blue material was likely Rick's tie. He patted himself on the back, his speculation of you and Rick celebrating what was likely your anniversary was brief when his attention reverted back to your fists, flexing helplessly as Rick picked up the pace.

And to think he once found you intimidating. But just like the first time he met you all those years ago, he still found you very, very hot.

"Rick..!" His name and whatever incoherent nonsense you were trying to tell him were all you could say, as if your brain had into mush, which, frankly, it had. He cooed almost condescendingly dipping his head next to yours. Though his wet hair gave Benny little to know information about what he was whispering about but judging by your little whimpers, it was probably just as obscene as the sounds of his hips slamming against yours.

"Fuck," He growled, snapping his hips when you bucked yours, "You know exactly what you're doing to me, clenching on my cock like that. Dirty girl, aren't ya?"

"I-I am!" You whined, releasing the sheets out of your lips with the lewdest expression Benny's ever seen, "Y-Your dirty girl!"

Fuck.

To have you react in such a way, to be the one to pull himself back just enough to surprise you when he trusts back into you, feeling those tight walls flex around him.

That wet pussy of yours was practically calling him in like a siren.

He could imagine how soaked you were. He’d go as far as licking the sheets if he had to. All for just a taste. Fucker probably gets to taste you every day, Benny thought with great displeasure, and who was he kidding, he probably did.

Benny bit down on the collar of his shirt at the same time your pitch grew higher. He wanted to scream—he couldn’t groan in your ears the way he wanted to, he couldn’t cum all over your beautiful body the way he needed, and he most certainly couldn’t have you the way he yearned for. He couldn’t get too lost in the moment and yet, he was glued to the spot. You were close, and so was Benny, and he knew he couldn’t stay for long. No, it was too risky to stay till the very end.

Just as he questioned his chances yet again, something, or rather, someone threw all of his thoughts out of the window.

“Ain’t she a sight for sore eyes?”

Benny stilled, the heartbeat in his ears was suddenly the loudest it's ever been. He should’ve just run, but being the typical stubborn man he was, he slowly looked back, seeing not just Rick, but you look up at the half-opened door. Through your tears of pleasure, you stared back at the man with wide eyes, but your husband, on the other hand, looked like he was ready to commit a murder, like a bull seeing red and wanted nothing more than to hunt the poor fuckers down. You gasped, teeth grazing the sensitive part of your shoulder before angling his thrusts, effortlessly hitting your sweet spot.

"Better close the door on your way out, kid."

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loverhymeswith · 2 years

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Nothing Will Ever Be the Same

Pairing: Rick Flag x F!Reader

Summary: Jotunheim has fallen and Project Starfish is on the loose, but all you really care about is Rick.

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, presumed character death, language, mention of blood and injury

A/N: Thank you to @a-reader-and-a-writer for the prompt and for reminding me that today is in fact the anniversary of a very special film being released. Happy anniversary Rick Flag <3 This was supposed to be a smutty drabble, but it turned into something else.

Pain, the likes of which you’ve never felt before, sears through every cell in your body. Your heart feels as if it’s been ripped from your chest. Death and destruction might be your bread and butter, but this… this was never part of the plan.

Before you, dust settles over the ruins of Jotunheim. “We need to go back,” you scream, struggling furiously against the tight grip that Dubois has around your waist.

“Don’t be stupid," he growls over the distant rumbling of a city being destroyed. "You wanna get yourself killed, too?”

You continue to thrash against his hold, fingernails scratching uselessly at the tough leather of his suit. "Let me go," you screech. "Let. Me. Go."

The assassin tightens his grip, his head bent low to ensure you hear every word he's about to say. Like you, he is coated in blood and regret. "It's over. He's gone." The blunt tone isn't enough to hide his sorrow, those four words clearly weighing heavily on his tongue.

And just like that, the fight leaves you. In Dubois' arms, you go limp. He's gone. Tears stain your filthy cheeks and your knees buckle, but your friend doesn't let you fall.

"C'mon." Dubois turns you away from the rubble. "You know he'd want you to keep going. We've still got to stop that thing."

The sound of your violent sobbing masks the distant noise of destruction as the unleashed "Project Starfish" wreaks havoc on the streets of Valle de Mar. Dubois grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his steely gaze. "Pull yourself together Lieutenant."

Technically, you're the commanding officer now, but you don't want to pull yourself together. You don't want to be strong. Rick is gone and nothing will ever be the same again.

It had been a clash of personalities in the beginning. Disagreements on the battlefield that gave way to heated arguments back at base. But you had quickly discovered your passion and temper was better suited to the bedroom. Rick was the gasoline that fueled your flames and when he fucked you for the first time, it felt like the two of you might set the world alight.

Post-mission trysts started bleeding into early mornings, fighting over who was going to use the shower first and how you probably shouldn't turn up to work at the same time. But despite your best attempts at subtlety and discretion, the shift in your relationship from colleagues to something more did not go by unnoticed by the rest of the squad. Over time it had become an accepted fact. Even if there wasn't quite a label for what you meant to one another, it was clear enough for everyone to see this was more than just friendship with benefits.

"I can't do this without him, Robert." Your body trembles under the crushing weight of your loss.

"You can. You will.” Dubois' hand drops to your shoulder, softly squeezing. “Now let’s go. We need to move out."

Before you can argue, before you can tell him he'll never understand, movement on the periphery of your vision sends you whirling around. Dust is rising from the ruins and you watch, frozen in terror, as the pile of bricks and debris begins to shift.

Dubois is already reaching for his gun. It's an unconscious reaction, the way your arm stretches out to stop him. "Wait," you murmur hesitantly. Fear has given way and something like hope now stirs in the pit of your stomach.

"If it's Pissmaker-"

"It isn't."

The two of you wait on bated breath until eventually out of the rubble a figure emerges. The t-shirt is more crimson than yellow and it looks like he's crawled through hell to get here, but there's no mistaking the figure now staggering towards you.

"Rick."

Dubois starts to curse, but you don't hear the rest of his statement because you’re already sprinting through the wreckage to reach your battered and bloody soldier.

Rick spots you approaching and his jaw slackens. The relief you find in his expression is undoubtedly a twin to your own. You can barely dare to believe your eyes. When you finally close the distance, throwing yourself into his arms, you weep against his chest. “I thought I lost you.”

“Can’t get rid of me that easily, sweetheart," he grunts against the shell of your ear.

A half-laugh, half-sob escapes your trembling lips, but you feel Rick stiffen in your embrace. Quickly pulling back to study him, you find his face drawn in pain. "You're hurt."

"It can wait."

Regardless of your audience, Rick cups your jaw in his filthy hands, pulling you swiftly towards his lips. His kiss is fierce and claiming. A promise – you hope – that he's never going to leave you again. He tastes of blood and sweat and tears, but you don't care. He's alive. Nothing else matters. Not Waller or Project Starfish, not Dubois or the rest of the squad. As his warm tongue slips across the seam of your lips, your fingers trace the lines of his face, mapping every curve, every scar. Committing him to memory. You came too close to losing him today.

Suddenly from behind you, there’s an exasperated groan. Dubois. “Alright you two, get a room.”

Several hours later, that’s exactly what you do. After the city has been saved from the giant starfish and the island has been liberated from military control, you and Rick find yourselves alone in the bedroom of an abandoned apartment, the owners either deceased or they have fled.

The remaining squad members are similarly scattered throughout the building, seeking shelter and rest while you await extraction back to home soil. Although judging by how things went down with Waller, you probably shouldn't hold your breath. Maybe she’ll leave you out here to rot.

Rick sits on the bed before you, stripped down to his boxers. He's fidgeting impatiently as you finish wrapping a clean bandage around his waist. There’s barely a square inch of his body that isn't wounded in some way. "Hold still," you grumble, bending over his seated form. "I'm almost done."

As you might have predicted, Rick had refused to sit out the final battle, despite his host of injuries requiring immediate attention. You'd patched him up as quickly and efficiently as possible before the fighting started, but most of the dressings have since needed to be replaced. The moment you tie off the final bandage, Rick’s hands land on your waist and he tugs you gently into his lap.

"You should really get some rest," you admonish as his lips start to trail a path of soft kisses along the column of your neck.

"Don't wanna rest, darlin'." His warm breath tickles as he nuzzles the sensitive spot just below your ear.

By all rights you should both be exhausted, but the adrenaline of the mission still courses through your veins. The terror of coming so close to losing him has yet to fully relinquish it's tight grip around your throat, and though you can see for yourself that he's alive and breathing, it's somehow not quite enough.

Judging by the heated expression darkening his hazel eyes as Rick watched you work, he feels it too, and now with only a thin layer of cotton between the two of you, there's no hiding where his thoughts are headed. Your fingers skim over his stubbled jaw, tilting his head and forcing him to meet your concerned gaze. "What if I hurt you?"

"You won't." Rick’s voice is rough before he lowers his head again, sharp teeth grazing your throat. "I just need to feel you,” he mutters. “To remember that this is real. It's not a dream. We made it out. We're gonna be ok."

You make love to Rick on the edge of a stranger's bed. It's clumsy and sweaty and he's grunting in pain but he won't let you stop. His face is buried against your neck, wet lips whispering words of almost incoherent praise. Broad hands are splayed across the curve of your spine, a burning brand keeping your body firmly moulded to his own. Your fingers dig into the flesh of his wide shoulders as you roll your hips over the length of him, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"We're gonna be ok," you repeat breathlessly as you feel him reach his climax. “We’re gonna be ok.”

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I Got You

Whumpuary 2023: Prompt 2. Infection Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Summary: The mission went from bad to worse. After you are injured, Rick manages to get you to the safe house. However, after an infection sets in, is there anything else he can do?

Word Count: 1203

TW: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Stab Wound, Blood, Infection, Fever, Chills, Tourniquet, Ambiguous Ending

Note: Thank you to @mayhem24-7forever for the request for some Rick hurt/comfort! Sorry if this isn't exactly what you were hoping for 😬 Written as part of @whumpuary's event.

Rick ripped out the remaining pages from the last book and tossed them into the dwindling fire. It wasn’t much but the flames did flare just a little bit brighter for a moment. Yet he knew the fire couldn’t last much longer, and with nothing else to burn, it would soon go out.

When he turned his back on the fireplace and faced the couch, he could see the pile of blankets shaking even from this distance. The only visible part of you was the small patch of skin from your eyebrows down to your mouth, and yet, it was obvious you were still freezing.

Rick ran his hand over the back of his neck as he desperately tried to think of some other way to keep you warm. But there was nothing left in the cabin. With a sigh, he thought about how disastrous this mission had gone…

It was a stealth mission which meant it was just the two of you this time. Once you had managed to infiltrate the building, you split up to each take care of your own individual tasks. However, once Rick finished his part and made it to the rendezvous spot, you weren’t there. He waited for almost five minutes, but when you still didn’t appear, he knew something was wrong. So, despite his orders regarding this sort of situation, he headed down the hall in the direction he had last seen you disappear.

When he found you, you were on the floor, half slumped over, half propped against the wall. Immediately, Rick noticed a large, bloody knife wound on your upper thigh. A sloppily applied tourniquet was wrapped around your leg, but you hadn’t had the angle or strength left to tighten it as much as necessary. Despite your best attempts, blood was still trickling from the wound into a growing pool beneath you.

As you heard him approach, your eyes flickered towards him, and you smiled. “Hey, Colonel. Am I glad to see you.”

Rick knelt down beside you and allowed his fingers to ghost over your injury. You flinched but didn’t make a sound. As he examined it, he asked, “What happened?”

You gestured towards the body of a guard lying on the other side of the room. “I thought he just had a gun. I disarmed him, but the next thing I knew, he had a knife buried to the hilt in my leg. Once I took him down, I managed to crawl over here, but I couldn’t stop the bleeding.”

Rick sighed heavily, as he placed his hands on the tourniquet. “I have to tighten this and it’s gonna hurt like hell. You good?”

You nodded. Your fingers curled weakly into the fabric on the arm of his tact jacket, and you squeezed your eyes shut. Without any sort of warning, Rick pulled the tourniquet as tight as possible. Your eyes shot open, and your fingers clawed frantically at his arm, yet, luckily, you were able to keep yourself from screaming and alerting others to your presence. You collapsed back against the wall, panting but giving him a small nod to let him know you were alright.

Once Rick made sure the tourniquet was holding, he helped ease you to your feet. Then, he slung your arm over his shoulder and half carried, half dragged you out of the building. Luckily, there was a safehouse only half a mile or so away from your location. However, it soon became clear you could never make the trek. So, Rick lifted you into his arms and carried you the rest of the way.

The shivering didn’t start until he was approaching the cabin. It was only then that he began to feel you shaking in his arms and hear the slight chattering of your teeth. He hurried inside and laid you down on the couch. Slicing open the side of your pants to give him a better view of your injury, his heart sank. The skin around your wound was hot and swollen, a clear first sign of an infection. And when he applied some pressure to it, a strange fluid leaked out of the cut. It was not a good sign. You needed antibiotics and stitches and soon. Yet as he looked around, Rick saw nothing but a few threadbare blankets and a small stack of books.

Grabbing the blankets, he wrapped them around you as carefully as he could. Then, he tossed a few books into the fireplace and managed to get a small flame burning. For the next two hours, he continued to stoke the fire while your shivering continued to grow worse, despite his best efforts. And now, he was out of options.

Walking back to the couch, he tried to gauge how bad your condition was. Your face was covered with a thick layer of sweat and your eyes looked glassy under your heavy lids. Despite the fire and the layer of blankets, your entire body continued to shiver uncontrollably, and your blue-tinted lips quivered in the firelight.

Kneeling down next to you, Rick placed his hand on your forehead and wasn’t surprised to find that it was scalding hot to the touch. If he didn’t get you help soon–

“Rick…”

The single word caused him to snap out of his musing as his eyes darted to your face. You were still shaking just as much, but your eyes were opened wider, and they looked slightly clearer than before.

Resting his hand on your head, Rick whispered, “Hey, darlin’. How ya feelin’?”

“I’m s-so cold,” you stuttered, trying to draw the thin blankets tighter around you.

“I know. The fire’s goin’ out but I’m gonna try to find somethin’ else to burn.”

“Don’t. Just go… please. S-sooner or later, they’ll f-find us here. J-just leave me and s-save yourself before it’s t-too late.”

Rick shook his head as he stroked your scalding cheek. “Never. I’m not goin’ anywhere without you. Waller will send an extraction team soon and we’ll get you patched up. Until then, we just have to wait it out.”

“B-but Rick–”

“I’m the commandin’ officer and I make the decisions. And I’m stayin’ by your side ‘til the end.”

You nod slightly, tears forming in your eyes. “I’m afraid th-that may be s-sooner than we think.”

“No. You’re gonna beat this, we just need to get you warmer.” He looked around the room one more time for anything that they could possibly burn, but there was nothing. Sighing, he tapped your shoulder. “Scoot over.”

Your face scrunched in confusion, but you did as he said, carefully easing yourself tightly against the back of the couch. Once a small area in front of you had been created, Rick climbed onto the couch and pulled you into his arms, all the while mindful of your leg. You buried your face into the warmth of his neck and he felt your quaking all along the full length of his body.

Pulling you in even closer so you could take full advantage of his body heat, he ran his hand over the back of your head as he whispered, “It’s okay. I got you, darlin’, I got you.”

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