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reveluving · 1 month

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I have another ideaaaa 👀 I imagine Santi and Benny being very flamboyant when it comes to showing their admiration for someone. Imagine Rick bringing lunch to reader’s unexpectedly just to see Santi bringing her flowers and Benny giving her the heart eyes. My poor flag baby might have a stroke just from the scene in front of hiiimmm!!

a/n: Aria, baby. it’s been a long ass time ✋🏼😔 BUT THE FIXATION IS BACK (kinda. largely because I’ve been reading fics after fics of Oscar & Pedro chars. RAAAAAH). so we’re here baby, after 1 ½? 2 years later???? ENJOY

warnings: humour & fluff; poor Rick just wants to love you in peace.

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Oh, you know Rick’s eyes are TWITCHING. The paper bag in his hand, packed with lunch from your favourite stop, crumpling in his grasp, almost tearing at the top. Not the food though, he’s not trying to ruin his wife’s favourite.

But he’s chill. Absolutely chill. He swears.

Benny and Santi just had to stop by the same time he came home from work, both leaning against the white porch railing while you sat prettily on the bench.

Benny was expressive in whatever he was talking about, likely his last boxing match from the way he was holding the air in a headlock before the three of you shared a laugh. As much of a troublemaker they were, they were your friends, after all. He’d chase them off his property or warn them with a glare any day if it meant cutting off any form of ‘allegiances’ with that horrible past, both yours and his.

Just when you were about to reply to God knows what they asked, you noticed Rick lingering by the mailbox. Your eyes lit up, and it didn’t take the duo any other hints to know that he was home.

“Rick!” You enthusiastically waved at your husband, beckoning him to sit on the bench next to you. Rick couldn’t help but smile back at you, walking over and ignoring the two until he reached the top step of the stairs.

“Boys.” He greeted them, going over to shake Santiago’s hand before Benny’s, flexing his hands as they shook to see if the other would break. None did, as usual, pulling away and somewhat putting the tension on hold in favour of you. Rick took a seat next to you, passing you the bag of food and a soft ‘there y’go, baby’ (but not really, he made sure the two would hear it).

It took a few seconds, making sure he greeted you with a kiss before stretching his arm to lay on the backrest behind you.

“So, what’s the occasion?”

“The boys just came over to say hi. Gave me these flowers from the flower shop nearby,” You raised the calla lilies that were resting on your lap. Now, Rick was no flower specialist, but he has been to the shop countless times to buy you your own fix.

And if he remembered correctly, they generally represented beauty.

Well played.

“And Santi was just telling me about this new Cuban restaurant just outside the neighbourhood.” You continued, turning to Santiago with an encouraging smile so he could tell Rick about it.

“Cuban restaurant, huh?”

Santiago curtly nodded to his curiosity.

“The best. Might even be your new favourite once you both try it.” He explained, only to glance at the paper bag Rick was holding—a look that was almost… Judgemental? Critical? All of the above? All Rick knew that the man before him was silently scoffing at his choice.

And, well, Santi wouldn’t exactly deny that claim, either.

Rick didn’t hide the scoff, only to pair it with a faux smile so you could take it as nothing more than a harmless banter, “Gotta be real good then. ‘Cause this here,” He cocked his head in the paper bag’s direction, “Is my wife’s favourite place. Our favourite place.”

Rick not only had to watch out for the bold claim Santi was making, but he also had to bear in mind the sight of Benny openly looking at you like a lovestruck puppy. The promising boxer didn’t even care about the passive-aggressive argument going on around him. He was just appreciating the beaut in front of him.

(Man’s just doesn’t give a shit atm).

“Hey, I’m not here to burst your bubble,” Santi huffed in amusement, raising his hands in a defensive way, “But I’m not trying to give the pretty girl any mediocre recommendations either. C’mon Flag, you, of all people, should know that we want the best for her.”

“Aw, Santi, you’re too kind.” You were touched and it showed, and Rick couldn’t argue with the statement. Without a doubt, he wants what was best for you, be it food, comfortable clothes, gourmet treats for the fucking neighbourhood cat you adore—anything.

In the midst of their silent argument, you reached for Rick’s hand, holding his larger ones in between yours, “I’m sure Rick and I will enjoy it,” He mirrored the warm smile as you stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, only to break when you addressed the two, “And if it’s as good as you said it is, we might as well have a get together.”

Oh.

You were growing concerned of the two’s silence, eyes darting back and forth and almost—almost asking what was wrong until Benny, as if snapped out of his trance, finally, spoke up.

“Absolutely.” Benny raised his hand in a manner that a believer would in church.

Abso-fucking-lutely.

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oncasette · 2 years

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I JUST WANT RICK TO THROW MY LEGS OVER HIS BROAD SHOULDERS AND KEEP MY LEGS APART WHILE HE EATS ME OUT

anyway hi sweet pea!! i hope you’re feeling better!! mwah!!!🫶🏼💖

nsfw!

he would be sooooooooo good at it. just wanna hear that southern drawl between my thighs.

“that feel good sweetheart?” he’d ask as he plunges two of his fingers in. “oh, i know it does. all those sweet noises you keep letting me hear.”

your fingers are locked tight in his cropped hair as he laps at your clit with his tongue. he was always so good with his mouth, always so eager to please.

“oh, rick,” you groan. if he wasn’t using his free arm to keep your knee locked, you’re sure your thighs would’ve been ear muffs already.

“that’s right, baby. say my name,” he says against you.

#rick flag #rick flag x reader #rick flag smut #joel kinnaman #joel kinnaman x reader #the suicide squad

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theartofimagining13 · 1 year

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Imagine:

You and your ex-husband Chris get along pretty well even after the divorce, so he’s always checking in on you, and one day, he learns that you’re dating a man named Joel and it’s gotten serious. Joel does not like that you and Chris still talk, so he’s suddenly always around. Chris picks up on it, and the fact that Joel is a bit of a dick to him makes him want to get on his nerves even more, so Chris begins to treat you even better. In the end, he realizes that he wants you back but doesn’t know where you stand since you seem to really like this Joel guy.

#Joel's all like 'i am watching you prick'#Imagine Chris Evans #Chris Evans #Imagine Joel Kinnaman #Joel Kinnaman #Chris Evans x reader #Joel Kinnaman x reader #Imagine

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endmeprettyplease · 2 years

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Heartbeat

AN: So I’ve been debating on posting this absolute filth for months but fuck it. Title is based off of Childish Gambino’s song. Also big TW. I’m so sorry. The idea behind this is Tak working through his virtual torture trauma.

Takeshi Kovacs/afab!reader

Warnings: Consensual non-con, smut, p in v sex, afab reader, feminine pet names, breath play, mild knife play, bondage, no y/n.

Summary: You have information that Takeshi wants, you refuse, he gets creative.

Cold. Okay, sore, alright.

Alive. You were alive, yeah, you could work with that. Panic scrambled all memories of how you had even woken here, wherever here was. Doing your best to focus on all of your training you continued to take stock of yourself. Slowly opening your eyes you saw ugly, dim fluorescent lights and a cracked cement ceiling. Basement maybe? You lifted your arms, the clanking of chains following, pulling tight against your wrists before you could touch your face.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

Your chest seized, sure you could handle a hell of alot but this was bad. Inhaling slowly and deeply you reminded yourself that all the years of work had prepared you for a situation like this. Shifting your legs you found them just as stiff and chained as your arms. Twisting back and forth on what seemed to be a metal table, your clammy skin sticking to the surface. It was then you finally noticed a blindingly obvious fact. You were naked, completely bare, vulnerable in an unknown location.

Fear shattered any remaining resolve and you frantically lifted your head, eyes scanning the barren room. It was dark, dilapidated. A tray of… instruments to your left only heightened your distress. The sound of someone rising from a chair and the distinct flick of a lighter caused you to jolt.

You tilted your head back as far as you could, your view of the man distorted with tears and upside down but you knew instantly you were done. Absolutely fucked. His face was unreadable, cigarette perched between his lips, black shirt pulled tight across his broad chest and tall. Towering over you as you trembled on the table.

“W-who are you?” Your voice cracked, your mouth felt dry, tongue heavy.

The man tutted as he stalked around the table coming to your side. “It’s always the same, ‘Who are you?’, ‘What do you want?’. ‘Please don’t hurt me.’” He sneered, raising a hand and swiping a tear from your face even as you flinched away.

“It doesn’t matter who I am, I know who you are. I want Amari Donahvin’s stack.” His calloused fingers trailed down to your chin, “And I will hurt you. You can cry, you can scream, you can beg. I won’t be listening unless it’s what I want to hear.”

A jolt of adrenaline hit you like a train and you thrashed in your binds again. No, no, no this can’t be happening. It’s not real. The man stepped back, smirk on his face, allowing you to tire yourself out as he searched for a tool of his liking.

Painting, you dropped back onto the table. Your wrists and ankles already feeling raw and sore. Turning to see the man watching you, as he spun a small switchblade. “I have no idea what you’re talking about! I-I have no idea who that is, please, you have the wrong person! I’m Ari-”

The man cut you off, stating your name. A name you hadn’t used in so long, a name you were pretty sure you had almost forgotten. Your real name, and your blood turned to ice. As he watched you process his face darkened, leaning in closer.

“Like I said, I know who you are, baby. And I know that you have what I want. Look,” He sighed with mock sympathy. “This is a real fuckin’ pretty sleeve. Your original? You know what, it doesn't matter. I’d really hate to have to tear it to shreds, rip your stack out and do this all again, worse, in virtual. So, just tell me and I promise I’ll drop you back off at that shithole motel.”

Any other time this situation would be a fantasy. Tied up and used by some tall, dark and handsome stranger, with a voice so deep that you swore you could feel it in your bones? Sounds like an ideal Saturday night. As much as your brain panicked your body heated, like a fucking pavlonion response to all those nights of daydreaming. Drawing your knees up as far as the chains allowed and pressing your thighs together, you hoped your change in demenor came off as terror more than reluctant arousal.

“Please, I-I told you I don’t know anything! I’ve never heard that name before in my life, please let me go.” You sobed, twisting and the cold air of the room made you shiver and your nipples pebble. Hard and sore already. Any training, any and all preparation you had done to tolerate torture and now when you finally needed to put it to use you were a mess. It was embarrassing, all of it absolutely humiliating. If he had to torture you did you have to be naked? Did he have to be so undeniably attractive? While you tried to figure out what wires had gotten crossed your head he clicked open the switchblade and pressed it to your sternum.

You jumped in response, the man’s expertise the only thing that prevented the blade from slicing you open. “Still, sweetheart.” His tone unnerving you more than the blade. Soft, contemplative and you watched as his eyes scanned you from head to toe before finally meeting yours. Slowly a small smile spread on his face, a chuckle laced with disbelief filling the room.

“Holy fuck, you’re enjoying this.” The man pulled back a bit, rolling his head up towards the ceiling, running his tongue across his teeth. The knife never leaving your skin.

You flushed further at being caught, somehow feeling even more exposed than before. A sob escaping your lips in response to the deep throb in your core. You considered just begging him for real death, crying out to any and all gods to allow the floor to swallow you whole. You squeezed your eyes shut and turned away from him, shaking your head in denial. Wishing he would just drive that blade into your chest. “P-please, I’m not, just let me go! Please, sir!”

Mercilessly the man just laughed again, wrenching your face back to his. Forcing you to meet his gaze as he squeezed your jaw tighter.

“You’re telling me that if I pull apart your thighs right now, you won’t be fuckin’ soaked? Hm?” You shook your head again uselessly as he stepped away from you. Tossing the knife away carelessly with a clatter. The man moved so slowly around the table, like a predator. And you sure as hell felt like easy prey, served up on an almost literal silver platter. You tried to draw your feet up more when he reached them, the chains digging painfully into your skin an afterthought as you cowered.

“I’m not! Please, I’m not! Don’t-”

He barely seemed to notice your cries as he gripped your knees and spread them easily in spite of your struggles. The display of strength making your head spin, who the hell is this guy? A shiver ran through you at the rush of cold air on your heated core. Feeling exactly how wet you were, how wet this whole situation had made you.

The man laughed again, holding your legs apart effortlessly as he inspected you. “Fucking knew it, you’re dripping. I thought I was fucked up, but this is a whole other level of sick, kitten.”

“P-please, stop! Sir, I-”

The man pulled his hand back, smacking your inner thigh, hard. A moan left your lips before you could stop it. “Are you going to tell me where her stack is?” His face was neutral but his eyes were amused, challenging you.

“I told you I don’t-'' Your words seemed to be his breaking point as he hooked his hands into your hips, roughly pulling you down the table. Skin squeaking harshly across the metallic surface until your arms were staining above your head.

“I think there’s a much more… fun way I can make you talk.” The man wet his lips, hungrily eating up your helpless form. “If you won’t tell me, I’ll just have to fuck it out of you. Takeshi, by the way, as cute as that ‘sir’ shit is, I wanna hear my name.” With a wink he leaned toward your exposed sex, paying no mind to you wriggling and struggling against his grip. Nor the various pleas leaving your lips.

Shocked and aroused you watched Takeshi absolutely smother himself in your sex. The stimulation so overwhelming and sudden you nearly screamed. A strangled cry ripping from your throat as his forearm pinned your hips, pressing his weight almost painfully onto you. Forcing you to feel every hot swipe of his tongue on your sensitive clit.

The clanking of chains nearly drowned out the filthy groans leaving Takeshi. You had barely formulated another desperate attempt for mercy when he slipped a finger into your sex. Quickly followed by a second. “Fuck, you’ve got a tight cunt. Relax, kitten, or I’ll never be able to fuck you.”

The impact of your skull against the table barely registered when your head dropped back, the world spinning, consumed by the feeling and the sounds emitting from between your thighs. Takeshi groaned low as you clenched around his fingers, the heat of all of it creeping past your breasts and swallowing you whole. “P-please,” Your thighs shuttered and burned, jolting when he chuckled against your already overstimulated sex and thrust another finger inside you.

The tension rising from your cunt, radiating into your gut felt like nothing ever had before. The world spun around you and you felt dizzy with it, too much, not enough. You would’ve screamed if you had enough air in your lungs for it. All it took to send you over the edge was a brutal smack on your outer thigh. Your high rushing through you like rapids, each wave forcing you to strain against your restraints. Takeshi just dug his nails into your flesh, holding you steady and you rode through the most intense orgasm of your life.

Regaining your bearings felt like resurfacing from a dive, slow and disorienting. You felt rough fabric against your thighs, tremors still running though you, the clink of a belt finally prompting to open your eyes. Takeshi kneeled between your legs, looming over you as he freed himself, face still wet with you slick he hadn’t bothered to wipe away. Somewhere far away a voice pleaded with you, telling you he’d released your ankles, that you should kick him but you locked onto his cock your mind went blank. Thick, long, reddened and fucking throbbing.

“Oh god.” Slipped out without your permission and he laughed.

“Yeah, angel, I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.” With his hands hooked on your hips he yanked you into his lap. Cock slapping onto your sex and your weight resting on your shoulders.

“Wait! Please! You’re too-” He slammed into you without warning, all the air leaving you in a great woosh.

“You know what I want to hear, unless it's that then shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Takeshi punctuated each word of the demand with a thrust, having given you nearly no time to adjust. Your cunt ached and throbbed, each time he bottomed out it sent a sharp jolt through your gut as he met your cervix.

“Fuck you’re so goddamn tight, so warm.” He groaned, for the first time seeming phased as his face twisted with determined pleasure. You wanted to tell him to stop, to go harder, faster, to swipe that blade back off the floor and split your jugular but words seemed to refuse to leave your lips. You just gasped and moaned brokenly as each thrust rocked your body up the table with a metallic squeak.

You tasted blood as his open palm met your cheek, the sting shooting to your clit like there was a direct line. “Say my name.” He panted, lips curled in a snarl. Over top of you he looked everything like the killer he was, merciless and guiltless.

“T-Takeshi, Tak-” You chanted as his pace increased with a guttural growl. His hand slipped down your face to your throat. Closing unforgivingly around your windpipe as your climax neared.

“I can’t, please,” You choked out past the pressure on your throat. You were terrified of cumming again, already too overwhelmed and raw. Your head buzzed from the lack of oxygen and blood flow, feeling bruises forming from his grip.

Takeshi did the opposite of relenting, dropping himself over you, putting more pressure on your neck and panting into your face. “You’re going to cum for me again, kitten, and then I’m going to fill up this little cunt. C’mon, cum like the whore you are.”

Your climax hurt, muscles clenching hard and painfully. Your thighs locked around his waist, unintentionally pulling him even deeper as you wailed. Takeshi moaned, thrusts stuttered and irregular as his own high was forced from him far sooner than he intended. Walls milking his cock, he spurted his release with as close to a sob as you’d ever heard from him.

Takeshi moaned your name, releasing your throat and resting his face onto your chest as his release slowly subsided.

“Shit, hey baby, let’s get you out of these cuffs.” Takeshi’s words drifted past your ears like a breeze as you enjoyed the endorphins still flooding your body. Once your hands were freed he gently massaged your skin, cooing at you quietly.

“There she is,” He murmured when you finally opened your eyes to meet his.

“Hey,” You whispered, voice hoarse, brain still feeling fuzzy.

Takeshi smiled sweetly, seeming uncharacteristically vulnerable. “I’m gonna pull out and clean you up okay?”

You hummed, honestly just ready to curl up and sleep if it weren’t for how hard and uncomfortable the table was. “Yeah,”

You grimaced when he pulled away and whined as he went to grab a wipe. He cleaned you gently, kindly avoiding your raw clit, pressing a kiss to your hip bone. “You did so fucking well, angel, I’m so proud of you.”

“You came so fast,” You snorted, dazed and so euphoric.

Takeshi huffed, the sound of wipe hitting the floor graced your ears as he gathered you into his arms.

“Not my fault your cunt is fucking magic.” His words held no venom and you relished in his warmth and scent.

You drifted quietly as Takeshi walked to the elevator until he spoke again.

“Thank you for doing this, I-” He trailed off, the silence heavy.

“Anytime Tak.” You hummed, settling in again as the elevator doors opened.

#takeshi kovacs x reader #takeshi kovacs #takeshi kovacs x you #again im sorry #consensual noncon #this is gross #altered carbon #joel kinnaman #joel kinnaman x reader

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floralcyanide · 9 months

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𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 - 𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐧

ed baldwin x gn!reader

In which your husband, Ed, returns home to Earth from the Jamestown Base on the Moon after being stranded.

warnings: none, just fluff (:

word count: 525

author’s note: I'm back from my hiatus, except it's for my new hyperfixation, the Apple TV original For All Mankind. if you haven't seen it, I definitely recommend it! especially if you love history, alternate history, space, etc. this is a little fic for a moment that isn't shown between Ed and Karen on the show. reader is gender neutral!

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Your heart is thumping rapidly in your chest as you stand with the welcoming crew of NASA. Today is your first time seeing your husband, Ed, in over six months. Even in the South, it’s a bitterly cold December, so you pull yourself further into your coat. You cross your arms to keep in some warmth as you giddily bounce on the balls of your heels. Gordo and Danielle are close by, waiting to welcome their friend and colleague home as well. You can’t imagine what they went through together up there, but you know better than to ask.

Ed has to be cleared by NASA before making his first appearance since splashdown, so everyone is waiting as patiently as possible despite the tedious process. The press is everywhere, and you’ve been asked several questions. You never minded answering harmless questions to the media but still kept to yourself quite a bit. You and Ed liked your lives to be kept somewhat private.

The sound of clapping begins at the start of the crowd to your left, mission control coming out of their pit, and the landing crew to shake hands with Ed. You scan the area, waiting to spot your husband. You finally do, but he doesn’t see you yet. You swear your heart feels like it’s going to explode. Ed finally finishes shaking hands with the crew and isn’t too far from you now. His eyes dart across the crowd, looking for someone- looking for you. His eyes meet yours, and for a second, everything stops.

You start walking over to him, then begin briskly picking up your pace until you’re running over to Ed. You can hear the sounds of cameras popping as you dart to your husband, who looks over to you and opens his arms just in time to catch you mid-run. He spins you around in his arms as you bury your face into his neck. Your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck as you’re afraid to let go as if he’d vanish at any second, like this was all a dream. But it’s not; it’s real, and you can feel Ed’s strong arms supporting you. You take your time breathing in his scent that had long since disappeared from his pillow and clothes at home. You pull away from his neck, tears streaming down your cheeks as you grab ahold of Ed’s face, looking him closely in the eyes for the first time in ages.

“I love you,” you choke out, “so much.”

“I love you too,” Ed grins, leaning in to give you the kiss you’ve been waiting so long for.

Everyone cheers and claps as you and Ed laugh into the kiss. He lets you back down onto the ground, his arm immediately snaking around your waist protectively as he leads both of you over to Gordo, Danielle, and the rest of the astronauts waiting. The entire time Ed speaks to them, you can’t help but beam up at him, watching as his face contorts into a laugh before he hugs Gordo and his other friends. Ed is finally back, and you couldn’t be happier.

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lovearne · 2 years

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Colonel

Rick flag x afab reader

All of my fics and my whole page is 18+ only, if you are a child leave. I deserve a safe space to express myself, all blogs under 18 or no age will be blocked. Let me enjoy my experience safely on the internet, thank you.

Warnings: Brat reader, sex themes, dirty talk (mild), oral (male receiving), vaginal fingering, masturbation, nude picture descriptions, masturbation on camera, sexually frustrated rick flag, jealous rick flag

Word count: 2.2K+

I meshed two requests for this fic, I hope ya’ll enjoy reading <3

I’m humbly begging for “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!” With Rick flag

making eye-contact with your partner from across the room, gesturing at them to follow you outside and this with rick???

Hey babe, when do you come home? You texted Rick, he'd been gone all day and it was starting to annoy you. It was supposed to be his day off but it's currently 18:00 and he hasn't even texted you.

Sorry darling, I'll be heading home within the next two hours, Waller just has me slammed today.

You sigh, he'd just gotten back from a 2 week long mission and you haven't even seen him yet. You know he slept beside you because his side was messy, but you hadn't actually spent time with him for more than 2 weeks. You haven't been intimate for 3 weeks, much too long for your liking, life has just been very hectic. The both of you had decided that when you two were going to be apart that you wanted to spend time with each other, sex wasnt a need in your relationship, besides you were babysitting that week, so you had two little cock blockers.

I miss you though :( You had sent back. Followed by a few crying face emojis. He always breaks when you get pouty with him, that bleeding heart of his. God you love that man.

I’m sorry darling but I’m really tied up here, I want to come home to you badly but just need to wait it out sweetheart.

Your frown had deepend on your face. Pulling down to your chin. Can’t you just do it faster? I really need my colonel to report to duty. An idea born into your brain, you smirk. Walking over to where Rick's military issue uniform was kept quite neatly hanging in a bag in the closet. You unzip the bag, grabbing out his decorated colonels jacket out of it. Turning to grab his beige ball cap with the American flag out of his top drawer. Returning to your phone you see several messages.

Babe I know. Fuck, don’t call me that, you know what that does, and I’m at work.

Babe?

Oh, so you’re fucking with me? You’ll pay for that later daring.

The last one sent a shiver down your spine. Sending a message of your own. Oh hush up colonel, I’m right here baby. Gotta make you worry every once in a while. make s the heart grow fonder.

Yeah, whatever the fuck thats supposed to mean.

You scoff into the room at his response. Taking your clothes off one at a time, taking a picture of each piece, after taking a picture of yourself. Dressing in just his jacket and hat afterwards.

Colonel?

Fuck babe, your gonna get me hard at my desk, stop that. You laugh.

“Jesus am I evil,” You laugh into your, no ricks jacket sleeve. Bet I could make you super hard without much effort baby boy. You bite your lip hitting the send button. You can imagine Rick's face as he reads that line, watching as the three typing bubbles appear.

What? What did you just call me. Got him. You smile wide, sending the first picture you took, dressed in your regular clothes. Seeing the read status right underneath as soon as it was sent. You had the man on the edge of his seat.

Oh darling, you're so beautiful. Your heart skips, everytime without fail, everytime he compliments you, he makes you feel like the only person in the world.

You send him a picture of your shirt thrown on the floor.

Doing laundry sweetheart? You chuckle at his reply, sending the pic of your pants also in the pile. All he sent this time was a single question mark. You send him the pic of your bra joining the pile.

Don’t you fucking dare. Your spine sends a shiver down your body getting a true thrill from this, from teasing him. Sending a picture of your damp panties. Watching again as the bubbles pop up and disappear four times before his message comes through.

This is your warning, stop or you will pay for it when I get home. You smile very cheekily.

What if that's exactly what I want, Colonel Flag? Gonna spank me for insubordination? That's kinky sir. You smile, pretty proud of yourself and the comeback you sent. Wow, sometimes you surprise yourself with your sassiness and attitude.

I’m beginning to think you need to be reminded of your place. Do you need to be put back in your place? You smirk, leaving the text on read, posing for the camera, taking a few sensual pictures in his hat and coat. Sending him one first of you on your knees set slightly apart, hands reaching into your hair head back and back arched. The lapels of his coat barely hanging covering your nipples, showing him the curves of your breasts, the apex of your thighs and your throat exposed.

Hmm, I dunno sir, looks like I’m the colonel now, no?

Oh fuck You laugh at his short response, it had been sent five minutes later than when it was opened. You need to take that off. Babydoll you’re really distracting me at my workplace. C’mon have some mercy on an old man. You scoff, deciding to play with him a little more.

No mercy for the opposing soldiers. Don't you think I look hot in your jacket? You wait patiently for his response.

God, you're killing me today. I think you look beautiful in my jacket darling, you look amazing baby, I promise. Biting your lips, you send him one where his jacket is slipped off one shoulder, one breast uncovered, and your smooth thigh being completely uncovered.

How about this? Is this good for you?

Holy fuck. You can almost see Rick's eyes bulging at that comment. Yes darling, take it off.

You send him another of your top half with no more coat.

Good, so good darling. Now, can you please put that back?

Instead you send him a picture of the tops of your thighs, your panties on the floor visible in the frame.

You have no idea how hard it is.

What? Your cock? Because good, come home now I’ll be waiting on my knees. Your boldness on that comment made your cheeks red.

How to keep it together in this meeting right now. You smile mischievously.

You prop your camera to angle towards the apex of your legs, pressing record on your phone. You start by rubbing slowly up and down vertically, catching your clit a couple of times, Sweet moans escaping your mouth, being picked up by your camera. Sending a minute-long video. Almost immediately after you sent the video, Rick had replied.

I’m warning you. You send back a frowny face. Setting the camera up again, pressing record and getting to work. Thinking back to the time Rick had drug you out of a charity event to blow him in the alleyway.

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Rick always gets invited to these places, fancy charity parties. Where the rich sit around pretending that they give a shit. It's not like Rick makes a lot of money either. He's just a highly decorated Colonel in the United states army, a hero of the people. He had been dragged away by different officers and the general as soon as the two of you arrived.

You were currently dancing with one of the wealthier men at the event, deciding that since Rick ditched you, you were going to have fun instead of standing and waiting like an obedient dog. The man's hands were resting on your waist and around your back, much too close for Rick's liking, he had been standing watching you from across the room. A lady had cut into the dance, wanting a new partner, which was when you locked eyes with rick.

He gestures his head to the side, toward the exit door, walking over to it, and then out. You followed, closing the door softly as you exit.

“Jus’ what the fuck did ya think you were doin’ little lady?” You gulp, hearing his tone, he was not happy.

“I was dancing Ricky. You know what dancing is, yeah?” He crosses his arms, bobbing his head once, agreeing.

“And who were ya dancing with? Hmm?” His eyes weren’t angry, voice firm and face pulled in displeasure, creating his handsome skin.

“Just some-” He cuts you off.

“With not fuckin’ me. That's who. I am your only dance partner, understand?” His eyes reflected his feelings.

“Oh Rick, are you jealous?” You feel his hand grab at your jacket sleeve.

“Maybe I just need to show you who you belong to then?” He pushes you to your knees, you willingly kneeling on the pavement for him. “Now, I’m gonna fuck your mouth, if ya need to tap out, just push or hit my thigh, ok pretty baby?” You nod, watching as he unbuckles his belt, and undoes his button, pulling his pants and boxers to just below the swell of his ass.

Your eyes watch his hard cock bounce free, licking your lips at the event in your very near future. Rick pumps his shaft a few times, making a show of his body shivering and his satisfied groan.

Stepping closer to your body, you sit up, opening your mouth wide, you patiently wait for his cock to enter. Instead, Rick traced his tip against your top and bottom lips, you moaning as he does.

“Oh fuck babe, you are already doing so good.” Rick gasps at you.

You lean forward, leaving a wet kiss on his tip, sucking softly at the reddened skin there. Rick grunts, leaning against the wall for support.

He pushes the first few inches of his cock into your mouth, he knows you have to build up to the whole thing, go at your own pace. You set the pace to start, even when he was upset, Rick was still loving and respectful. Fisting the rest of his cock, you hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head along his cock.

“Oh fuck darlin’,” Ricks head falls back against the concrete wall. “Fuck baby so good.” You move your head further down, moving you hands to place them neatly on the backs of his thighs, telling him he could start fucking your throat. His hips immediately rocking against your face, pushing deeper each time. When he starts to pick up the pace, you trail your hand to his ball sack, lightly squeezing and massaging it.

Rick grunts above you, fucking your mouth harder than before, his balls slapping against you chin and spit dribbling out of your mouth obnoxisly. Ricks grunts getting more frequent and more desperate, slamming his cock right down your throat, pistoning in and out. “Oh fuck, fuck darling gonna cum, of fuck!” Rick tries to pull out and shoot his load on the ground, but you firmly plant your hands on his ass cheeks, sucking on just his tip, bringing him to a body shaking intense orgasm, his cum spurting into your mouth, and you swallowing it down, showing the man your clean tongue. His head spinning as you talk to him, eventually just pulling his pants back up for him ,sitting him against the building.

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Playing that day back in your memory, you focus on the faces and sounds rick had made, moaning as you now have your fingers in your pussy, fucking in and out with vigor. Moaning out Rick's name as you get closer and closer, thinking about the sounds he made when he was cumming, bringing yourself to the edge as well.

“Oh fuck! Fuck! Rick, oh my god,” You pant as your pleasure cuts off your intelligent words, mumble screaming how pretty he sounds, how good he looks. “Oh rick! I’m cumimng, oh, oh Rick! Fuck!” You feel your release leak between your fingers, your hand bringing you down from your high, stroking gently and slowly. Stopping, your legs both fall to one side, your hand resting between your thighs, waiting for your brain to start working again.

When you calm down enough, you reach back for your phone. Saving the whole video, and then editing a copy so it's just your release, sending it to Rick and reading your missed messages.

Babe? Then a few minutes later.

Baby? Are you upset? I love you

Darling? Are you ok?

Hey sweetheart, I’m heading home soon.

The read receipt shows on your latest video, the dots popping up again, this time it took a few seconds for him to respond.

I’m coming home right fucking now.

You have enough time to clean yourself up, and put the coat back on by the time he opens the door downstairs.

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!” Rick's booming voice crashes through the house, so loud it reverberates off the walls. You head his hurried footsteps up the stairs, his shoes squeaking as he books it into your room.

“Oh, and impersonating a US army soldier. Double the punishment darlin’, hope it was fucking worth it.” He dives into bed, biting and grabbing at your showing skin and levelling to attach his lips to yours, giving you a deep kiss. You were a moaning mess beneath him in no time.

“Damn darlin’ missin’ me that much?” You whine and nod.

You just knew you were going to be up most of the night.

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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??

💫 Love Smoke 💫

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

come and join the 100 followers celebration here

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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lacontroller1991 · 2 years

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Happier Than Ever (Ed Baldwin x F!Reader)

Gif by @edwardbaldwin

Story Plot (and love letter) by @edwardbaldwin

Main Master List Misc Master List

Warnings: Minor Spoilers for Season 3, language, self deprecation, age gap relationship, slight mention of ED, slight mention of sexual activity

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Ed watches you with an amused smile as you twirl around on the dance floor, a smile painted across your face while Ed tilts his drink back, polishing off his glass. Feeling a presence next to him, he looks over and spots Karen, watching you like a hawk.

"How much younger is she?"

"I beg your pardon?" Ed gawks at his ex wife as she watches the way you enjoy yourself.

"She looks like she's a good 20 years younger than you."

"Don't remind me," Ed comments bitterly, looking down at his hands, lined with various scars and tons of wrinkles from years of life. He chokes back the sinking feeling in his gut, because he thinks the same thing every day. How is someone like you, 20 some odd years younger than him, with him? He can no longer keep up with your walking pace when you and him go for evening walks around the block, he struggles to get out of bed in the morning - his joints often being the culprit, and hell, he even has to occasionally take the happy little blue pill when he just can't get it up, and thats probably the worst thing about getting old.

He's always quick to apologize when you and him have to stop activities for him to take the medicine, but you're equally as quick to reassure him that it's ok and he believes it. But now? Hearing what his ex wife, and probably many others, think, it has him questioning why you're still with him. So why are you still with him?

"Do you love her, Ed?" Karen asks, tilting her head to the side as Ed slowly nods, standing up from the stool and grabbing his jacket.

"I do. I really do. If you'll excuse me," he leaves the bar and quickly pulls you to the side, your hands finding the back of his short cropped hair while you look up at him like he hung the moon.

"Hello Admiral. Enjoying yourself?" His hands fall to your hips as he presses a tender kiss to your forehead.

"No. I'm ready to go." He mumbles into your neat up do as you look up, suddenly somber, and nod your head.

"Alright, yeah. Let's go."

Leading you out of the room, he guides you through a series of halls, an uncomfortable silence hanging over the two of you as you fiddle with your hands. Had you done something wrong? Have you somehow embarrassed him? Either way, the halls seem endless as the two of you walk down the corridors to your assigned room.

Upon entering the room, he plops on the bed and stares out the window, his face unreadable. You haven't seen him this quiet before, and to be honest, it makes you nervous. Walking over to him, you plant yourself within feet of his body. He doesn't turn to look at you. "Do you love me?"

The question takes you back, not having expected such a question. The gears in your head turn. "Ed? What? What makes you think I don't love you?"

"You're just after me for my money, waiting for the day 'The Great Astronaut Ed Baldwin' bites the dust," the words spew out of his mouth causing your eyes to widen. What in the? Moving to stand in front of him, you take his face in your hands, but eyes remain forward.

"Ed, where is all this coming from? None of that is true!" His hazel eyes rim with unshed tears as he looks up at you, committing your face to memory.

"I'm old. You're young. Why the hell are you with me?" Your face softens before pulling yourself into him, cradling his head to your chest.

"Oh Eddy, what makes you think I care about that? I love you for you." You sink to the bed, taking his hands in yours and tracing the carious lines in his hands. He looks down before turning away.

"It's just," he sighs, taking one hand and wiping away the tears that threaten to fall down his cheeks. "I'm not who I used to be, I'm not someone who can be your hero." As you watch him tear himself down, your heart breaks. How can someone as magnificent as Ed Baldwin think so low of themselves?

"Ed, look at me," you grab his chin softly before pulling his head to the side. "Look at me." His hazel eyes meet yours. "You, Edward Baldwin, are everything to me. You are the first thought I have when I wake up in the morning and the last when I go to sleep. You are who I dream about, who I've always dreamed about. I look forward to those moments when I get to listen to you talk about your passions, or even when you need to vent. I love the way you squeeze my hands before you let it go. The way you hold me, the way you look at me, it makes me feel like I'm the most loved woman in the universe." You take a second to gain your breath, watching the way his features soften as they morph into love. "You are not only a hero to so many but you are my hero and you don't need to do anything to prove that. You are more than you used to be and I love you with my entire mind, body, and soul. You've been through so much loss, pain, and frustration in your life and you've experienced so many things that so many people can only dream of and yet you're still the most gorgeous, caring man who makes me weak in my knees every damn time. So stop talking about yourself like this, because it won't change how I feel about you."

"And how do you feel about me?" He leans in closer to you before resting his forehead against yours, your hearts beating in unison.

"I love you, Ed Baldwin. I love you so much more than words could ever say. You make me the happiest I've ever been. You are my hero, my husband, my lover, and I will spend every day for the rest of our lives proving to you how much I love you." You press your lips to his, love pouring between the two of you before you pull away. "How about I show you just how much I love you?" You press a kiss to his cheek as the blood flows just underneath the surface of his skin and down south.

"I think I'd like that very much." You smirk, pushing against his chest before climbing onto his lap.

"Good, because you are not gonna leave this bed until you know just how much I love you."

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blackbat05 · 1 year

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Thief

Rick Flag x Reader

Plot: The weather hasn’t done any favors, leaving you out of clothes. Thankfully, you know where you could grab some in case of an emergency.

Genre: PG-13 (Shared clothes trope)

A/N: I’m sorry if this was so brief and not as well written🥲 I realized I haven’t wrote Rick in a while and it proves because this was sitting in my draft for a good 3 weeks? Final semester so many things were going on. Still hope you enjoy it!

Yes, the yellow shirt makes an appearance😩

Sweating buckets, you stumbled into the shared apartment. Making a beeline for the fridge, you grab a bottle of water, gulping down the liquid like it’s your lifeline.

Curse the fickle minded weather. You swore the weather forecast saying something about breezy winds. It didn’t say anything about a blistering hot morning.

You immediately made your way to the showers once you were sure you could properly stand and not collapse midway.

Shortly after, you stepped out of the shower, satisfied with the cooling sensation lingering on your skin. Opening your closet to retrieve fresh clothes, you realize one problem…

You were out of tops.

Of course. With the unpredictable weather, you finally managed to get your clothes out to dry without having to worry about the torrential rain. Your friends around you convinced you to just get a dryer or head to the laundromat but you were dead set on not having to spend more money than you already were. So natural drying it was.

You racked your head for a solution. Sure, you would have been contended lounging around naked but the windows were too close to the building opposite your apartment and you had intention of jeopardizing you modesty with creeps these days.

An idea lights in your head. Of course! Why didn’t you think of that. You opened Rick’s part of the cabinet, pulling out a yellow shirt. Slipping it through your head, you were glad for the new soap powder you had bought just last week for the smell had mixed nicely with Rick’s scent. As his shirt had covered you nicely, you decided to opt for no shorts enjoying the cool air on your legs.

It felt as if like he was hugging you from behind while you went around your daily tasks. Heat long forgotten, you started to hum your favorite tunes, time ticking away.

The door rattles slightly before revealing Rick with a couple of brown bags in each hand. You don’t seem to notice him as you focused on making breakfast for the two of you.

His eyes can’t help but to roam your figure, specifically what you were wearing. Rick recognized that blindingly bright yellow shirt from anywhere. Honestly, it only reminded him of unsavory memories but when you wore it, the distaste for it somehow disappeared.

“Hey baby.” Rick gently calls out so as to not alarm you. You turn around, spatula in one hand and an infectious smile on your face. Now that you were facing him, Rick feels a flutter in his chest seeing how effortlessly elegant you looked despite the casual home wear.

“You’re back!” You made sure the stove was switched off before making a beeline to the counter where Rick was sitting. “Did you get everything on the list?”

Rick nods proudly. “And I figured you could do with some ice cream especially after that run.”

His brain momentarily short circuits as you give a bone crushing hug, feeling your skin exposed by the lack of shorts press against his own.

“You’re the best! What would I do without you.” An arm around Rick’s neck, you rummage the shopping bags with your free hand only to be stopped abruptly by him. You give him a puzzled look. Rick takes a few steady breaths.

“Is that my shirt you’re wearing?”

You glanced down, holding the piece of fabric between your two fingers. “Oh… this?” You carefully scanned his unreadable expression.

“Yeah, I didn’t have any fresh clothes so I kinda grabbed one from you… if you don’t like it I can change! I’m sure one of mine would have dried in this heat by now.”

Before you could ramble any further, Rick nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “Don’t, I love it.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him. “In fact, take this shirt. I want to see you wear it more often.”

Rick’s sudden straightforwardness leaves you blushing. Despite how long you had been together, Rick always made you feel like you were the prettiest woman in the world.

You gently pry yourself away from him, looking at his gaze that was dripping with honey. “Alright then,” you decided to feel a little cheeky today, “I’ll keep it! Don’t say that I’m a thief or something!”

He laughs. “Darlin? That’s exactly what you are. A thief to my clothes and my heart.”

Rick turns away from you, preparing to help you with breakfast. He can’t help but to grin, knowing very well that you were left agape at his smooth delivery.

You barely managed to pull yourself together, mumbling how you were going to fold the clean laundry since he was at the stove. As you leave the kitchen, Rick can’t help but to stare at your thin underwear that was covered by his large shirt.

Yeah, he’ll get more of those darned shirts if he had to.

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loverhymeswith · 9 months

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'Cause I'd Rather Feel Pain Than Nothing at All

Pairing: Rick Flag x GN!Reader

Summary: Inspired by the Three Days Grace song of the same name, this is an angsty little drabble that has been sitting in my drafts for a few months.

Word Count: 829

Warnings: Description of injury, angst

“It’s not as bad as it looks.”

Despite your clenched jaw, the lie slips out easily. Still, you avoid eye contact with Rick as he examines your bruised and swollen hand; his uncanny ability to read your emotions won’t serve you well right now. If he thinks for one minute that you’re badly injured, you’ll wind up on desk duty faster than you can say Bloodsport. That is, if either of you make it out of here alive.

“Really?” The word stretches out into the darkness, filling what little space there is between you. “Because it looks pretty damn bad to me.”

With so much cynicism lacing the colonel’s tone, your eyes involuntarily flicker upwards, landing on his familiar worry-worn face, illuminated as it is by the weak orange glow of your twin torches. Shadows dance across his battle-scarred features, eerily emphasising all his sharp curves and edges – a Picasso painting brought to life, albeit temporarily.

Thanks to the explosion rocking the building only minutes earlier, the two of you are trapped in what had once been the ground-floor comms-room, a mountain of rubble outside the door now separating you - somewhat ironically - from your squad of deadly prisoners. Those prisoners are undoubtedly enjoying their fleeting moment of freedom at your expense. If this situation doesn’t kill you, Amanda Waller surely will.

“Really. It’s probably just a sprain.” You tap the cracked GPS device somehow still strapped to your injured wrist and send out a silent prayer that Harley and the others will try to find you. And soon. Much like your ongoing attempt to convince Rick that you’re ok, the signal -- and your hope -- is weak.

The second lie draws Rick’s attention away from your hand, his hazel eyes finding you effortlessly even in the darkness. You quickly subvert your own gaze from the sweat beading across his filthy brow. It’s unfair that in such rotten conditions he still manages to look handsome.

“Let’s leave the diagnosis to the doctors, huh?” Calloused fingers brush across your knuckles. While it’s the ghost of a touch, you still find yourself gritting your teeth against the pain. Something is almost certainly fractured, but your hand is far from the only part of you that is wounded in Rick’s presence.

“If you say so.”

Spite tempts you to point out that hospitals and doctors seem like a distant fantasy when the pair of you might be lost down here forever. After all, any potential rescue attempt rides solely on Harley’s twisted moral compass. Between the two of you, have you shown her enough kindness? Perhaps she’ll leave you here to rot – and who could blame her?

But Rick is an optimist; he sees the good in people while you only see all the ways they can let you down. The colonel is no exception.

Careful not to jostle your hurting wrist, you snatch up one of the torches and aim the beam towards the door. The force of the fallen debris from the floors above has warped the metal in such a fashion that nothing short of another explosion is likely to free it from the frame. And you’re fresh out of nitro.

“Where was your head at?” Rick’s deep voice shatters the cloying silence descending over the room.

“Huh?” For the briefest of moments, you’d forgotten he was here. No easy feat considering his proximity, propped up beside you against the wall.

“Exactly. You’re somewhere else today. Distracted.”

He could be referring to any number of events: how you almost missed wheels-up because you couldn’t drag yourself out of bed; how you forget to check-out Harley’s weapons cache, leading to a meltdown of epic proportions from the princess of crime; how easily the guards got the drop on you.

Rick presses on. “You can talk to me, you know. If something is bothering you-”

“I’m fine.” You cut him off decidedly, your tone leaving no room for argument.

Fine…

Has anyone ever said that four letter word and truly meant it?

From the flash of his eyes, it’s clear Rick doesn’t believe you.

You want to tell him the truth. You want to tell him that yes, your hand might be bad, but you’ve experienced far worse. That the pain you carry around with you every day has dulled your other senses, so much so that a knife to the gut would probably hurt less. But you don’t. Instead, ignoring the familiar and constant hurt throbbing deep in the cavern of your chest, you subtly shuffle away from him.

All things considered, the pain of your injury is a welcome relief, allowing you to focus on something other than the truth.

Because Rick Flag broke your heart without even knowing it. And now you’re stuck here beside him, waiting for almost inevitable death together in this dank, dark room.

Perhaps this was how it was always meant to be.

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reveluving · 10 months

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hold me closely ; rick flag x reader

summary: 'cool, calm & collected' is how many describe the Flags, and they're right. to a certain degree, at least. (a.k.a some of your & Rick's favourite convos in the family group chat)

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff & humour (ft twin sons Ethan & Richie, daughter Irene & Tofu the cat!)

a/n: made sumn for my rick babes (+ s/o to my girl @lacontroller1991 for the cutest hubby rick ask??? ily) so enjoyed imagining what it’s like to be his wifey and mother of kids eeee <33 love y’all!! don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

disclaimer!! despite the face claims (joy from rv btw) & running theme here, you are highly encouraged to imagine yourself or your oc as the MC however you see fit!

» wanna read more rick flag fics or anyone by joel kinnaman? check out my j.k. m.list!

↳ january 19th ༉‧₊˚✧

me 🌸 : how's Tofu, kids?

richie : [ sent 3 photos ]

mister e : pretty gud mom

me 🌸 : ??? the last photo??

my beloved ❤️ : @.mister e what did we tell you about putting Tofu on your head

mister e : i told richie it was a bad idea but he didn’t listen 😔

richie : ??? u literally suggested the idea??? 🤨

↳ march 21st ༉‧₊˚✧

me 🌸 : have u guys seen the package i brought in this morning? i ordered a pillow for your sister

richie : [ sent 3 photos ]

richie : dw we gave it to her already

mister e : Tofu also conquered the box just so you guys know

↳ june 5th ༉‧₊˚✧

my beloved ❤️ : store’s got vanilla ice cream but it’s not the one you asked for. is it still okay @.me 🌸?

me 🌸 : more than okay! tq ❤❤

mister e : nvm we bought like, 9 different kinds

mister e : [ sent 3 photos ]

me 🌸 : ? how???

richie : dad drove us to four different stores lol

my beloved ❤️ : i still don't think it's enough

↳ july 4th ༉‧₊˚✧

richie: [ sent 3 photos ]

[ my beloved ❤️ reacted with a ‘ ❤️ ’ ]

[ mister e reacted with a ‘ 🎉 ’ ]

[ you reacted with a ‘ 🥰 ’ ]

↳ july 22nd ༉‧₊˚✧

richie : what do you guys call a fake noodle?

me 🌸 : what?

richie : an impasta

[ my beloved ❤️ has removed richie from the group ]

me 🌸 : RICK

my beloved ❤️ : it’s a little funny, i admit

mister e : heh

my beloved ❤️ : you wanna join your brother, too?

mister e : no sir 🚶

↳ august 6th ༉‧₊˚✧

mister e : [ sent 3 photos ]

mister e : richie, irene and i @ the aquarium + ice-cream and bookstore after

[ you and my beloved ❤️ reacted with a ‘ ❤️ ’ ]

richie : hope the dinner’s going well!

me 🌸 : [ sent 2 photos ]

my beloved ❤️ : [ sent 2 photos ]

my beloved ❤️ : it's going amazing. thank you boys 😌

» juuust in case you're still confused: 'my beloved ❤' is Rick, 'mr e' is Ethan & 'richie' is, well, Richie!

» ❛ fun lil’ trivia about the flags ༉‧₊˚

Irene and the twins have an eight-year age gap!

Richie’s full name is Richard Flag the Third.

Although identical, Richie has certain mannerisms that resemble his father. The same case applies to Ethan, the younger twin, who picks up more of your quirks. Despite that, Richie, usually the photographer of the group, encourages (and even adds to) Ethan’s odd photo ideas.

Sporty ahh kids. All three of them. Need I say more?

» gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

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oncasette · 1 year

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𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐆 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒…

𝗪𝗘 𝗙𝗔𝗜𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡…

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What Went Wrong

AI-Less Whumptober 2023: 1. Poisoned, 8. Seizure, 14. Bleeding Through the Bandage, 21. Near-Death Experience, 30. Coma, Alt. Prompt: Bloody Knuckles Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag, f!reader Summary: After a mission goes spectacularly wrong, Rick is forced to relay what happened, no matter how painful it is for him to relive it. Word Count: 5033 TW: Poison, Mentions of Death, Blood/Bleeding, Seizure, Hospital, Language, Rick is taller than Reader Note: Written for @ailesswhumptober's event. Thank you to the anon who requested Bloody Knuckled with Rick! It was really a wonderful inspiration! And thank you to @loverhymeswith for all the support and beta reading for me! 💖

Colonel Rick Flag sat in the small break room—now a makeshift interrogation room—oblivious to the world around him. All he could do was stare blankly down at his busted, swollen knuckles and watch as his blood slowly reddened the gauze he couldn’t remember someone wrapping them in. Apparently, someone had also given him something for the pain, but it was doing little to stop the throbbing ache that seemed to intensify with every beat of his heart. Yet, he sort of liked it. It gave him something to focus on, to ground him, even as everything else around him lay in ruins.

Gritting his teeth, he balled his left hand into as much of a fist as the swelling and bandaging would allow, and almost blacked out as every nerve running from his hand up his arm screamed out in excruciating agony. Squeezing his eyes together tightly, he stifled a groan of pain as he forced himself to maintain the fist.

Focus on the physical pain. Just focus on the physical pain. Let everythin’ else slip away until there is nothin’ but this pain.

“Colonel Flag….Colonel….Sir—”

“Flag!”

Waller’s sharp tone cut through his fog and Rick’s fist instinctively uncurled, lessening the pain to a point where he once again became aware of his surroundings. Blinking, he looked up to stare at the pair in front of him in a slight daze. “W-what?”

Waller nodded at the other man who shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he cleared his throat and glanced down at the stack of papers in front of him. “Uh, yes, well, I understand this may be difficult for you but we need to get your official statement on what happened for the record.”

Rick sighed as he scratched at the gauze on his hand. “Do we really have to do this right now? I got better places to be.”

The man shot him an apologetic smile. “I understand that but the less time that passes between the event and the report, the more accurate it is. And considering there were numerous asset casualties, we need this to be as accurate as possible to avoid any liabilities.”

“Assets and liabilities,” Rick spat, the words like ash in his mouth. “That’s all any of them are to you, isn’t it? Numbers on a page to use how you want. But the members of Task Force X are people. Yeah, people who made some wrong choices or did horrible things, but that doesn’t mean they are just fodder you can throw at your problems.”

“It wasn’t so long ago that you too viewed your squad members as nothing more than that,” Waller said coldly, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes completely devoid of all emotion. “I wonder, did your view on them change before or after you started crawling into one of their beds?”

Rick leaped to his feet, his metal chair clanging loudly on the hard tile as it toppled over. The man jumped and cowered back in surprise, but Waller didn’t even flinch. Instead, she continued to stare Rick down, daring him to try and make a move against her. But they both knew what would happen if he did….

Recognizing he was in an impossible situation, Rick could only point at Waller and snarl, “You leave her out of this. Whatever relationship we might have didn’t affect what happened on the mission. And what I do on my own time is my own business.”

“Maybe, but you fucked her while she was my prisoner, which makes it my business.”

Before Rick could snap back, the man cleared his throat, his face bright red behind his glasses, and he reached for one of his papers. Scanning it, he asked, “Excuse me but are you confirming you had an intimate relationship with Belle Reve prisoner 0806?”

Rick turned his attention to the man, anger gleaming in his hazel eyes. This just proved his point. To them, you were nothing more than a faceless number, something to be used when convenient then tossed back into a cell like the other thousand inmates of Belle Reve.

“Yes,” Rick said through gritted teeth as the man began to write something on his papers. “After several assignments together, a connection developed and we became romantically then intimately involved.”

The man paused his scribbling and glanced up as Waller began slowly walking around to stand behind Rick. “‘Romantically’...so this relationship between you and this inmate was more than just physical?”

A thousand moments with you unwillingly flashed through Rick’s mind: your head resting on his shoulder as you slept on the flight home from a mission; the determined glare on your face as you fought off a swarm of enemies all by yourself; the way he didn't need to say a word for you to know exactly what he needed; the pure adoration in your eyes as he settled between your legs on your tiny prison cot. How could he not have fallen in love with you?

Rick once again tightened his hand into a loose fist as he growled, “Why the fuck does it matter right now? However you define it, it didn’t affect the mission at all.”

“Given how the evacuation team found you, sir, one might say differently.” Rick began to rise up out of his seat but the man put up his hands. “I’m sorry. I have to ask these kinds of questions so we can get the full picture of what went on in that lab. It’s in your best interest as well as ours if you can be as honest and detailed as possible so we have all the information when presenting our findings. Right now, the depth of your relationship with this inmate only matters to me if it caused some sort of misconduct during the mission that led to its failure. Otherwise, I don’t care what the two of you have been up to or how you feel about each other, I promise.”

Rick could feel Waller’s eyes burning a hole in the back of his head and he knew that she felt very differently. If she had her way, he would be court-martialed immediately. Not because he had been sleeping with you or because he loved you—no, he was certain she already knew about that. But now that it was public knowledge the head of her pride-and-joy task force was sleeping with one of its criminal assets presumedly right under her nose, it would put a black mark not only on the squad but on her as well. And that was not something Waller took lightly.

But for now, she wasn’t his main concern. He needed to get out of this room and upstairs as soon as possible. So, he nodded to the man and motioned for him to continue with his questions.

“Thank you.” The man gave Rick a small smile and looked back down at his papers. After scanning them for a minute, he looked at Rick and said, “Now then, Colonel, to the best of your recollection, can you tell us what happened? What went wrong?”

What went wrong….. It was the thought that had been plaguing Rick for the past twenty-four hours. He had replayed the entire mission over and over in his head trying to figure out what he could have done differently to save his team…..to save you.

It was supposed to be a textbook in-and-out mission with no foreseeable complications. An underground lab was developing a new weapon that could be catastrophic in the wrong hands—which included the scientists developing it. Though hidden, the lab didn’t appear to have more than the most basic levels of security and it seemed like a cakewalk for a small team to go in, destroy the research and weapon, and secure any scientists on site.

Because of this, it was determined this would be a good chance to break in the newest recruits to Task Force X and Rick found himself leading a team comprised almost entirely of untrained, terrified ex-criminals who wouldn’t shut up or fall into line. Before they even got off the plane, he was ready to detonate every last one of their nanite bombs.

Luckily, you had been allowed to tag along to help keep everyone under control….including Rick. Even if no one realized how deeply the connection between the two of you went, it was obvious that you had a way of calming him down and centering him even in the most dangerous or stressful of situations. Rick pretended to hate the idea that he needed someone to manage him but honestly, he didn’t mind as long as it meant he got to spend more time with you.

On your very first mission with Task Force X, Rick noticed you were special and unlike anyone he had met before. And by the third mission, he had you pressed against a wall in a dark alley as you shoved your tongue down his throat. Since then, he would do whatever he could to be near you, including bribing the guards to turn off the cameras in your cell for a few hours once or twice a month—and still it wasn’t enough. He was counting down the missions until you earned your freedom and he could have you in his bed every night without having to leave.

And this mission would bring that dream one step closer to a reality.

Once inside the building, Rick sent the rest of the Squad to destroy everything in the labs (he figured they could handle unbridled destruction without needing supervision) while you went with him to find the mainframe and extract any information you could before wiping it.

The plan seemed to be going perfectly until you and Rick finished your assignment and were heading back to the rendezvous point. Just as you reached the lab’s exit, there was a whirring sound and a pair of thick, metal doors slammed shut inches in front of Rick’s face. You spun around to try to rush back the way you came, but another door slid shut, blocking your retreat.

“Damn it!” Rick yelled as he slammed his fist against the thick metal door. Sighing, he picked up his radio to call into headquarters. Usually, they would all be on earpieces, but since it was supposed to be such a simple mission, they had forgone them this time. “Control, this is Flag. Do you copy?”

The radio crackled to life. “We copy, Flag. Did you complete your mission?”

“Affirmative, Harcourt. But on the way to the rendezvous, we got cut off. We are trapped between two metal doors and I can’t see a way out. Requestin’ an extraction team to come get us.”

“Launching extraction team now. ETA is approximately fifteen minutes. Stand by.”

“Copy.” Rick slipped the radio back into his cargo pocket and shrugged at you. “Well, I guess we just wait. At least we have a few minutes alone together until they show up.”

Looking around at the tight space you were now trapped in, you took a step closer, pressed your palms against Rick’s back, and leaned against him as you whispered, “Rick…I have a bad feeling about this.”

“Ah hell, darlin’,” Rick muttered. “Now why’d you have to say somethin’ like that?”

Suddenly, the sprinkler heads on the ceiling sprang to life, and a mysterious liquid sprayed down on you. It was clear like water but had an oily consistency and a bitter, acidic smell to it. Rick spun around, grabbed your arm, and pulled you tight against his chest trying to use his large form to shield you from as much of it as possible but it was of little use. Soon, you were both drenched from head to toe.

It lasted for less than a minute before the sprinklers turned off once again. Lifting your head from where you had buried it in Rick’s chest, you glanced around before muttering, “What the fuck was that about?”

“I don’t know. But I think we should get outta here before we find out.” Rick turned back to the metal door and began examining it for any sort of weak point or hidden switch.

From behind him, he heard you audibly shiver and he glanced back to see you rubbing your hands over your still dripping arms trying to warm yourself up. He wished he had something to give you but he doubted his soaked tact jacket would provide you any warmth. Either the extraction team needed to hurry up or he needed to get you both out of here as soon as possible.

However, just as he began to turn back to the door, there was a burst of static from above you, and a voice called out from a hidden speaker, “So, this must be the current iteration of Task Force X. Welcome!” You and Rick exchanged a nervous glance as the voice continued. “I had a feeling Waller would track me down eventually, and it looks like I was right. Good thing I took precautions.”

“Who the hell are you?” Rick called out as his eyes scanned the ceiling trying to locate where the voice was coming from.

“She didn’t tell you? She just sent you out on a mission without briefing you on what you were walking into?” The voice scoffed. “Why am I not surprised? Well, let me introduce myself. I used to be one of the head research and developers at ARGUS before Waller got everything she wanted from me and tried to have me arrested despite the fact everything I did was under her orders. You see, I’m the guy who developed the technology that made the nanite bombs possible, including that one currently residing in your girlfriend’s head.”

You gasped as your eyes grew wide and your hand flew to the side of your neck, your finger tracing the small bump just under your skin that Rick knew was there. His eyes met yours and he knew you were both thinking the same thing: If this maniac invented the bombs then chances were….

Rick glared up at the ceiling and roared, “Now listen here you bastard—”

“I can’t detonate it if that’s what you’re worried about,” the voice calmly interrupted. “Waller is smart enough to change the frequency for every mission which means I, unfortunately, can’t access them. However, I had a feeling she would kick me to the curb once she had my technology so I neglected to tell her about the one flaw in my design. The unintended way to weaponize them. The one I just set in motion.”

A chill ran down Rick’s spine. “What are you talkin’ about? What did you do!”

“Rick…” Your fingers dug into his arm as you reached for him, your shivering intensifying—but whether that was from cold or fear, Rick didn’t know.

“The bombs are not the only thing injected into the subjects,” the voice continued. “A small amount of a typically harmless chemical surrounds it to help the body not reject the foreign object or start breaking it down. I say ‘typically harmless’ because it only becomes toxic when mixed with another rare compound….the same compound that was just released from the sprinkler system moments ago.”

“What did you do to me?” you asked, addressing the voice directly for the first time. “What’s going to happen?”

“Oh, not just you, my dear. Those sprinklers went off all over the building so I’m sorry to say your entire team is about to suffer the same fate as you…except for the Colonel that is. Or did Waller implant a bomb into you as well? It wouldn’t surprise me if she did.”

“Shut the fuck up and just tell us how to stop this!”

“Yeah, I’m not going to do that. I need Waller to pay for what she did to me and show her she was wrong for ever doubting my abilities. And the best way to do that is by eliminating part of her precious Task Force X. I am sorry you had to be a casualty of our war but just like any game of chess, pawns get sacrificed. I would hurry up and say your goodbyes if I were you. The toxin forming in her blood should begin to take effect any time now and her body will destroy itself before your backup arrives. But Colonel….tell Waller I said hello.”

The speaker crackled out, leaving the two of you standing in a horrified silence. Rick’s mind was spinning with everything he had just heard. What the voice said couldn’t be true, it just couldn’t be. After all, Waller would have known about it.

“Rick?”

Waller was the one who came up with Task Force X and she oversaw every single detail as it came to fruition. She couldn’t have overlooked something like this….could she?

“Rick.”

But then again, what if she had? She wasn’t a scientist and wouldn’t understand all the uses of the different chemicals they were using with the technology. So what if the voice wasn’t lying and you only had a few minutes before—

“Rick!”

He whirled around to see you slumped against the far wall, your eyes wide as you wiped your fingers under your nose and watched them come away bloody, a bright smear still left on your face as more began to trickle out of your nose.

“No….”

He closed the distance between you in two long strides and took your face between his large hands. Your body was shaking slightly as you looked up at him with tears in your eyes and your voice broke as you said, “Rick, I can feel it. It’s already happening. Oh God—” you frantically grabbed onto his wrists as his hands still cupped your face “—I’m scared. I’m not ready to die. Not now. Not when I’ve found—” The rest of your words were lost as you broke down sobbing.

Rick pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you tightly. Resting his chin on the top of your head and rubbing soothing circles across your back, he whispered, “It’s okay, darlin’. You’re gonna be okay. I’m gonna get you outta here and get you help, you hear me? I can’t lose you either so I need you to fight. Fight and just hold on, for as long as you can. We’re gonna get outta here…together.”

He felt you nod into his chest and gently moved you away to look at you. Red-tinted tears trailed down your cheeks and more blood was smeared under your nose. Rick glanced down and saw some of it had wiped off on his jacket, but it didn’t matter. He bent down and pressed his lips furiously against yours—trying to ignore the metallic taste of blood coating your lips— then turned back towards the exit door.

He had already searched every inch of it for some sort of switch but maybe he could pry it open. Rick tried to get his fingernails to dig into the seam where the two doors met, but the seal was just too strong. Maybe if he could find something to wedge between them….

As he quickly scanned the room for something—anything—he could use, he saw you clutch your chest as you began to cough. It started out small, like just clearing your throat. However, within what seemed like seconds, it had evolved into a wheezy, rattling hack that wracked your entire body. Rick watched helplessly as fresh blood sprayed across the floor as a particularly deep cough forced you to double over.

As it subsided and you looked up at him, he inhaled sharply as he saw blood now not only trickling from your nose but from your eyes and mouth too. You tried to say something—it seemed like his name—however, from your rasping gasps, it was clear you weren’t getting enough air to breathe properly, let alone speak.

“No…” Rick couldn’t believe he was being forced to stand here and watch you die with no way to save you. “No!”

Throwing his entire weight behind it, Rick smashed his fist into the metal door. Logically deep down he knew there was no way he would ever be able to punch his way through it, but right now, logic was the furthest thing from his mind. Instead, he wound back and drove his other fist into the door.

Over and over again, he pounded at the metal, ignoring the pain as he felt his skin split and bones crack. The door was now smeared with the blood from his ruined knuckles but it was nothing compared to the blood that was spilling from you just behind him. Hearing you struggling and in pain yet knowing he was helpless to stop it was too much for him and he increased the strength of each blow.

It was only when he saw you collapse to the floor as your body began thrashing and convulsing that Rick abandoned his fruitless attempts at breaking through the door and he dropped to his knees beside you. Pulling your writhing body into his lap, he held you tightly against him and pressed his lips against your ear, muttering empty promises that everything was going to be alright.

As you continued to seize, blood began to flow more steadily from your eyes, nose, and mouth. Your eyes rolled back into your head as your back arched and your entire body went rigid. You seemed to hold that pose for a moment, the entire room suddenly dead silent. Then, slowly and with one extended exhale, your body relaxed against his and your head lolled to the side.

Ice spread through Rick’s veins as he stared at your motionless form. No. This couldn’t be happenin’. Not to you. Please God, not you.

He gently took your face between his hands and turned it so he could see you better. Several trails of blood streaked down your face and though your eyes were mostly closed, he could just make out the dulled, faded color beneath your lids. And though you were lying on his chest, all he felt was an unnatural stillness—no heartbeat, no intake of breath. You were gone.

Tears began to stream down Rick’s cheeks as he buried his face in the top of your head. And though he knew you couldn’t hear him, he softly whispered, “Please, darlin’, come back to me. I need you and I love you and I can’t do this without you. So, please….come back.”

And that’s how Waller’s extraction team found the two of you moments later: Colonel Rick Flag with tears in his eyes as he clung to the limp body of one of the Belle Reve inmates.

Since that moment, Rick had been going on some sort of autopilot, letting himself be shuffled from place to place and doing what he was told. But now that his official statement had been taken and he had been released, there was only one place he needed to be. So, taking the hospital elevator up to the third floor, he stepped out onto the intensive care unit and followed the signs towards his destination.

When he reached the end of the hall, Rick stared through the window into the hospital room, his forehead pressed against the glass as he struggled to maintain some sort of composure. He could barely see your face past the countless machines and equipment hooked up to you in an effort to keep you alive.

By the time Waller’s extraction team had shown up and somehow managed to revive you, the poison had done its job and destroyed or seriously damaged most of your internal organs. It was a miracle the doctors were able to keep you alive this long, even if machines now controlled every aspect of your life support. The rest of the Task Force who had been in a different area of the building hadn’t been so lucky. The two of you were the only survivors—if you could call it that.

The doctors had done everything they could to save you and now the rest was up to you. Rick had heard the full spectrum of possible prognoses ranging from you making a full recovery to you being incapable of cognitive thought or movement—and all of it was dependent on you waking up which was an uncertainty on its own.

But for now, you lay motionless in your hospital bed just as you had for the past twenty-four hours.

Fury boiled in his gut as Rick’s eyes landed on the pair of handcuffs chaining you to the bed. Did they seriously expect you to jump up and sneak out of the hospital? Your heart was struggling to beat without assistance and air was constantly having to be forced into your lungs yet they had to make sure you wouldn’t miraculously make a daring escape. It made Rick sick. As did the fact he wasn’t permitted to be in the room with you. All he wanted was to hold your hand or press a soft kiss to your forehead, but Waller made sure no one except for her and the doctors were allowed in. Just another one of her attempts to punish him.

As if summoned by the very thought of her name, footsteps echoed off the tiles behind him growing louder and louder until Waller stepped into Rick’s peripheral vision. He ignored her, instead keeping his gaze firmly locked on you, and Waller seemed to do the same.

For several minutes, they stood in complete silence, the sounds of your rasping breathing and the beeping of machines the only sound in the dim hallway. Finally, without turning, Rick asked, “Did you know?”

“I know a lot of things, Flag, but you’re going to have to be more specific.”

“Did you know the chemicals in the nanites could be used like that?”

Waller was silent for a moment before she answered curtly, “No. We knew about the chemical surrounding the bombs of course, but we were not aware it could be turned into a weapon. Our lab is already researching alternatives.”

“Yeah, well, I’m sure my team would be thrilled to hear that if they weren’t all currently down in the morgue.”

“Mistakes happen, people die. But that’s why we formed Task Force X. Nobody cares when those dying are criminals.” Waller’s eyes shifted slightly from the window to Rick and back again. “With a few exceptions.”

Rick clenched his fist at her words then immediately regretted it as a sharp bolt of pain ran up his arm from his busted knuckles. He wanted nothing more than to make Waller feel the pain he was feeling. For her to understand how much he cared about you. But he knew nothing he did would make a difference. If anything, it would only make it worse.

Taking a deep breath to try and calm himself, he asked, “So…what happens now?”

Folding her arms over her chest, Waller said, “Despite my objections, the board determined you did nothing wrong on the mission. They said there was nothing you could have done differently to save your team and you are not responsible for their deaths and thus will not receive any formal reprimand or punishment. However–” Waller raised one eyebrow as she glared at Rick “–I have not forgotten your…indiscretion with her and it will not be overlooked.”

“Don’t act like you haven’t known about us since the very start. You’ve just been waitin’ for the moment it best suited your interests to bring it up,” Rick growled. “I don’t care what you do to me but when she’s better I want her released from Belle Reve. She only had thirty years left on her sentence—twenty after this mission. And this….this more than makes up for the rest of her time.”

“Possibly,” Waller said thoughtfully. “First, we have to wait and see if she even pulls through, then we can have that discussion. But until that happens, I expect you to do your job.” She slapped a file down on the ledge of the window. “Your next assignment. You leave tomorrow and you better be on the tarmac on time. Otherwise all of this–” she gestured to the hospital equipment surrounding them “–goes away. Do we understand each other?”

Rick clenched his jaw tightly as he just barely managed to hold back the slew of curses he wanted to direct at his boss but he knew that was exactly what she was hoping for. So instead, he gritted his teeth and in his most Southern twang said, “Yes, Ma’am.”

The “fuck you” was loud and clear in his tone but Waller thankfully ignored it. Shooting him one last glare, she turned sharply and began marching back down the hall. However, Rick called after her, “And I want those cuffs taken off of her. Now.”

Without turning or breaking her stride, Waller replied, “When are you going to learn, Flag? You don’t call the shots around here. I do.” Then she turned down another hall and disappeared from sight.

Sighing, Rick gazed back at your unconscious form. Pressing his hand against the glass, he whispered, “It’ll be alright, darlin’, I promise you that. You don’t worry about anythin’ except gettin’ better and wakin’ up. You do that, and I’ll take care of the rest. And no matter what happens or how bad things are when you do wake up, I’ll be right by your side for all of it, Waller be damned. ‘Cause I love you, now and forever.”

He waited, hoping beyond hope you had heard his words and they helped rouse you from your sleep. But this wasn’t some feel-good movie or romance novel where his bedside pleas would make everything better and you would wake up to fall into his arms once again. No, this was real life and in real life, people didn’t get their happily-ever-afters.

At least…..not yet. As long as your heart was still beating—artificially or not— there was hope. And for now, hope was going to have to be enough.

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HC for Joel characters (which ever ones your comfortable with) taking care of sick reader????

Ahh! thank you for the ask! I hope you enjoy! Also I’m sorry I haven’t seen For All Mankind:( or else I would have included Ed.

Taking Care of Sick!Reader (Rick Flag, Takeshi Kovacs, Stephen Holder)

Rick:

With Rick gone on missions so often I believe he values the time he does get with you greatly. The first time he comes back from an OP and sees an “I’m sick:/” text, he forgets about how awful he smells from a week in the jungle. As well as how sore and tired he is. He’s immediately rushing to the pharmacy by your apartment, purchasing everything anyone would need for a cold or flu. Not even bothering to give you a call to ask what you meant by ‘sick’. When he finally arrives at your door he practically barges in, much to your amusement, dumping two bags of medications, canned soup and a jug of orange juice on your counter. I don’t think Rick would ever hesitate to kiss or cuddle you when you’re ill, in fact he’d encourage it. Loving the quiet and cozy domesticity of it all, loving feeling useful and needed. He’d heat up the soup, apologize, and comment on how it's “Not as good as his mom’s, but it’ll do the job.” He’s also completely un-phased by the idea of catching what you have.

I think the next time he leaves for a mission he’ll sniffle with a smile, bushing off a comment from Harley about how he’s looking even paler than her.

Takeshi:

When Takeshi is worried he gets defensive and irritable. When he’s worried about you? He’s borderline neurotic. So when he wakes to the sound of your choked off coughs coming from the bathroom he nearly takes the door off the hinges. Seeing you looking so pale, eyes and nose red he’s pissed. Angry that you're sick, but more angry that he can’t do anything about it. He reprimands you like it’s somehow your fault and yet tells Poe to have medication delivered to your room in the same breath. Takeshi will make you take whatever pills Poe says is best and tuck you into bed with a frown like a grumpy dad. He’ll press his lips to your temple under the guise of checking your temperature, telling you he knows this is just to avoid the stake out you were supposed to accompany him on. If you show any concern about him catching what you have Takeshi will roll his eyes and grumble that ‘Envoy’s don’t get sick’. When he goes out he totally won’t be watching the live feed of his room to make sure you’re resting, and he absolutely won’t forbid Poe from allowing you to leave the hotel if you try.

When he inevitably catches what you had, definitely don’t laugh or comment when he coughs. Just leave a glass of water and two cold tablets on his end table and pretend you didn’t notice he took them.

Stephen:

I recently re-watched The Killing, and for some reason I feel like Stephen would be terrified of catching your cold too. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still great support and help. Just definitely ‘I’ve got your back…..from right over here’ vibes. You send him out for cough syrup and he’s coming back with 3 different kinds, trying to talk you into using a neti pot with some weird herbs he’s sure will cure you. Stephen is absolutely making homemade chicken noodle soup with extra chili flakes and lemon to ‘clear’ your sinuses. Good luck asking for a snuggle and don’t even think about a kiss. He shows his love in so many other ways you don’t really mind though. Fawning over you, fluffing pillows and tracking your temperature. Anything you need, he’s on it.

If he does get sick? Let’s say that the whole “no kiss, no cuddle” rule goes out the window. He’s like a big whiny cat who wants to live on your lap. You might need to take a day or two off work.

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floralcyanide · 3 months

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lovearne · 2 years

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Snapshots of his chain

Stephen holder x fem! Reader

Rating: E for explicit, do not read if under 18

Warnings: talks of drugs, PiV sex, lots of foreplay, porn with plot, Stephen is a simp

Word count: 5k+

Thank you to the absolutely amazing @mayhem24-7forever, THANK YOU FOR BETAING JO!!! ILY

"Yo mama, ya man's on his way home, let me know when you get this. I'm dog tired and I just wanna spend my time with ma girl.” Stephen flipped his phone shut after leaving the voicemail, a smile adorning his face.

He throws his phone to the passenger side of his car. Drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, and lighting his next cigarette, Stephen does all he can to not think about the case he just left at work. His mind goes straight to you, how you felt laying against him late at night. How you would clutch onto him in your sleep.

Your tired mumbles into his shoulder when he came in late and got in the bed. How you would talk in your sleep. Your sweet words as you settle against him. Telling him all the compliments, that although make no sense at the time, he still loves more than you'd ever understand. The half assed ‘ey handsome’s and the breathy 'baby?'s in the middle of the night. That's what he thinks about on the road home.

You waiting for him in bed, tucked into a blanket, with one of his shirts on, pair of his boxers underneath. Since the first time you spent the night, they had become your designated pj's. All he wants is you, your soft skin, your hair tickling his nose, your hands grabbing at his sweatshirt, trying to get comfortable. He's cursing the fact that humans haven't come up with teleportation devices yet. He doesn't want to be patient for the rest of the drive home, he wants to put his foot all the way to the floor and blast his way to you. Wanting to just have you in his arms. Take care of you. The way he knows he can.

Hes hitting every red light, swearing at the stop signs, and taking it slow. He wishes in this moment that he had chose racecar driver instead of detective as a career, because at least they can bring their significant others to work with them.

Stephen is only a block away, he has to stop though, he can't just come home empty handed. Pulling up at the store on the corner, he runs in quickly, barely locking the door to his car. He waits anxiously in the lineup for the checkout, pretty yellow daffodils in one hand, and a box of your favorite cookies in the other.

As soon as he can, Stephen takes off and pulls his car to your shared parking spot. Gathering the items and heading into your apartment. You had moved in with him a while ago, not even in a relationship with him yet, you had wanted to support him during his drug addiction recovery. The two of you were taking things slow, he was recovering, and also your first real boyfriend. If that's what you'd call you two. All you know is that he is your man, and you are his girl. That thought alone is enough to male your heart flutter on a bad day.

Stephen had met you a long while ago, you two were friends for a few years before his struggles with sobriety. He had protected you time and time again, and no matter how high he was, he never missed a call from you, and whenever you needed him, he was there. And when he was getting sober, you were there. You would hold him when the temptations mounted, and you'd pull him back when he couldn't do anything but think about his next fix. The two of you relied on each other, and there were no secrets kept between the two of you. You knew everything about him, and him about you.

His smile intensifies as he unlocks the door, a nice smell welcoming his nose. A fresh baked apple pie. Thinking of his girl making a nice treat all day, god he loves you so much. You always had some sort of a surprise waiting for him, whether it be food, a book, a movie paused on the tv. You always found a way to make him fall even harder for you. And he never minded all that much, having you present in his mind wasn’t a bad thing.

When he reaches the living room, he sets his coat on the couch, laying it over the arm. Seeing that the living room is set up for movie night, a gathering of pillows and blankets spilling from the couch onto the floor. He smiles seeing the clean bowl for popcorn sitting on the coffee table.

Neatly tucking his boots into the bottom of the island, your designated shoe spot. And placing your treats next to the bowl. He takes his sweater off, slipping the hoodie onto the cushions if the couch, knowing you would likely want to cuddle into it later.

"Hey babe? You home?" He calls out.

He walks down closer to the bedroom, hearing your music playing softly. Quirking a smile, he opens the door. Walking in with the flowers in his hand. Only to stop in utter shock, his mind going haywire at the sight in front of him. His jaw hitting the floor and his brain going numb.

You were propped on the bed, a camera situated in front of you. You had your back arched, hands over your head, hips tilted one way to the side, sitting up on your knees leant back. Posing for the camera, adorned in pretty baby blue lingerie. The camera clicking every few seconds, you moving your pose slightly.

"What the fuck?" His voice was breathy and broken, his mind racing from the sight in front of him.

You jump at his voice, head coming up, finding his eyes immediately. Dropping your stance, you cover up with your blanket. Sitting shocked and scared on your shared bed. Despite you two being together for so long, you have yet to have sex.

"Stephen, you're home earlier than expected." The man's eyes openly roamed the room, seeing a 'boudoir for dummies' book sitting on the bed. He breathes a small laugh, his mind too preoccupied playing what you looked like when he walked in over and over.

"What," he breathes, gathering his thoughts, pushing the scene far back in his mind. "What are you doing?" His mouth watering more as the image turned in his head, trying to fight down his surprise arousal by finding you in such position.

"It was supposed to be a surprise," you pout, shoulders falling as you are disappointed.

"Well mama, it did surprise me. Almost gave me a heart attack looking that good. Give ya man a warnin' next time, damn." He joked with you a little, trying to make you more comfortable. You laugh a little as Stephen sits on the bed next to you, hitting his broad shoulder.

"No you asshat, it was supposed to be for your 6 month clean anniversary." You hang your head. "I'm proud of you, but I didn't want you seeing this until 6 months, special you know?"

With your head hung low, you can't see the way that Stephen is looking at you. His eyes were shining with awe. His face displaying his shock at your admittance. Neither of you realized but, the camera was still clicking a photo every few seconds. It was capturing your whole conversation. His hand comes up to the top of the blanket, softly tugging it down to grasp on your hand. His large rough hand placed on top of yours, rubbing softly. Attempting to comfort you.

"If you want, I can walk out of here and pretend I didn't see this." He makes a little joke.

"Or?" He laughs a little nervously.

"Or we could take them together." Your eyes shoot to meet his, seeing the genuine love and adoration in them.

"I think I wanna take some together," You reply. The smile that he gives you makes any nervousness disappear from your mind. You smile back an equal amount, it was hurting your face with how hard you smiled.

"OK, but like how do you wanna do this?" He questions.

You smirk

"Strip to your boxers, your tattoos are so pretty, it'd be a shame not to showcase them." He grins michiveslously at you, pulling his layers off, throwing them to the ground. His serenity tattoo looking exceptionally amazing right this moment.

You let go of the blanket and approach where he stands, still in perfect frame of the camera, placing your hand on the middle of his chest, looking him.in the eyes, your head leant back. He grips onto your waist, pulling you up over his shoulder, and tossing you on the bed, giving the camera every angle as you fall onto it.

Propped up on your elbows, you watch as he takes his pants off, the slow slide of his jeans coming down, exposing the tight black boxers he wears. Smirking at him and you know the camera just got an amazing shot of his ass.

"You ready for me babe?" He asks, standing at the ready.

You nod vicariously, standing on your knees, and pulling him behind you.

You pose several times in several positions with him. Eventually landing on his chest as you roll around, play fighting. The camera facing the sides of your bodies. You reach out and lick the tip of his nose, his entire face scrunching up.

"Oh, you're gonna get it now." He joked. He flips you back so he is over top of you. His fingers attack the sides of your neck, and ribs. Your body scrunched up as you spasmed, trying to get away from his dexterous fingers.

"Steve! Stop it," he laughs and tickles you more, begging him your words mash together more and more. He finally relents, taking a break from attacking you with tickles.

"Mama? Wanna know something? You are very beautiful, I ever tell you that?" The awestruck look is back in his eyes, he looks at you as if you're the only reason he breathes, as if you are his purpose. Maybe that was true, maybe that wasn't, but one thing you knew for sure? You love him, and he loves you right back.

You smile before saying, "And have I ever told you the you are the most handsome man I've ever met? My own little slim shady, lurking you working at Burger King now?" He laughs pushing your face away from him.

"Gotta deal with this at the station, at home now too? What's a guy gotta do to not be mistaken for a rapper?" You pout your lip at him, reaching up to kiss him. Whispering in his ear, "Just don't eat your mom's spaghetti and you won't throw up." He fully heartily laughs this time.

"Mama, that didn't even make sense." He says, the camera was still clicking away. "How much film you got on that now?" You giggle.

"Plugged it into the external harddrive, wanted to get as many pics as possible for you." His eyes shine even more.

"This was really important to you?" You nod. "OK, what do you wanna click next?" You smirk.

"Stand behind me." You say standing on your knees, him standing with his knees on either side of yours. You pull his front flush with your back. "Don't freak out please." He nods, trusting you completely. You bring his big hands to rest on top of your chest. Each hand holding a globe of flesh. You hear and feel his breath catch.

He's never touched you like this before. The two of you pose for a few photos like that. Before you reach back and unhook the bralette, letting the strap snap away. His hands holding it more securely against your skin.

"What are you doin?" You said as you laugh at his small panic. Rubbing his hands.

"It's ok, I trust you. I wanna take some pics that claim me as yours." You inform him as you continue to massage his hands.

He nods, gently releasing his hands from your clothing, helping you to remove it, with kisses left on your neck. The camera captured a few pictures of the man showing you how much he loves you, kiss after kiss. Slowly taking his hands in yours, and dragging them back to their original position. You hear a hitched breath fall from his lips, his head tucking so his mouth is at the side of your face, his lips close to your ear.

"You are absolutely gorgeous mama." The tone of his voice made you blush. It was low and gravely, the same type of voice he got in the morning when he first wakes up. His hands gently squeezing your breasts as you lean back into him. He readjusts his hands on your skin, dragging his rough fingers and palms across your nipples. Your top half caves into him, leaning heavily against his chest. He smirks as he starts to kiss your jawline.

"This ok?"

You nod against his head, turning yours to capture his lips in a kiss, full of passion and adoration.

You loved him with your whole being. The kiss was soft and sweet, he didn't want to deepen the kiss to show you he wasn't going to pressure you into anything. His tongue swiped on your lips a few times and you parted them, allowing him access. His tongue plunged into your mouth, exploring all corners and thoroughly tasting every part of you. Pulling away to take a breather, you once again grab one of his hands.

"What you doin' mama?" His eyes following the movements of your hand on his.

You smile gently at him, kissing his nose once.

"You trust me?" You ask, he nods so fast you can feel the air movement.

You continue to pull his hand down your body, down your stomach and past your naval. Resting on the top of your panty line, you pause.

"Is this ok?" You question, Stephen's head snaps up, his eyes meeting yours.

"Is this really what you want?" He asks, your heart hammers in your chest.

"I'm ready, I want you Stevie." His eyes darken at your revelation. Almost all the hazel colouring in his eyes are taken over by his iris.

"I'm gonna take it slow for you, ok?" You nod, looking into his eyes.

"I know you will take care of me." Those words were enough to bring tears to his eyes because they held so much meaning in them. "But first I want a picture, just one. Is that OK?" He nods.

You rest your weight back onto Stephen, lifting your hips as you pull the little blue panties down your legs. Stephen's eyes go around the room. He knows you two are completely alone in the comfort of your own home, but he doesn't want anybody else seeing you so vulnerable.

One of Stephen's hands remain on your chest, the other holding your lower stomach, rubbing comforting circles on it with his thumb. Silently telling you that you are safe with him. As you get your panties all the way off, you sit yourself back to your original position.

"Mama, Imma be honest, gonna cum in my pants. You're so hot." You flush at his words, spurred on by them.

You take the hand on your stomach and slide it down lower. Until his hand is cupping your mound. He moans audibly at the contact, you yourself gasping as he flexes his hand against it.

He moves his other hand to be across your chest, gripping the breast on the opposite side. He groans into your ear, nipping the shell of it.

"You feelin' good just from me holdin' you here, can' imagine how good you'll feel when I'm playing with you."

"Well, maybe you're only good at being a holder," you say with a stride of confidence. Adding the pun in with his last name. He smiles against you ear.

"Maybe you wanna be a good holder." He responds as his fingers start to move against your folds, dragging them slowly up and down, not hitting your clit, just teasing. "Be a good girl and maybe I'll give you a ring."

He didn't want to tell you yet, but he had purchased a ring for you. Albeit small, it's the thought that counts. He knows the ring wouldn't affect your answer, you'd only just want him.

You moan his name several times, moving your hips on his hand, trying to get his fingers on your clit. He easily moves them each time you try. Laughing gently at your ministrations.

"Oh mama, gonna have to sit still for me. Don' wanna have them blurry."

You realize that he's still posing your body for the camera, he wants to capture you in one of your most vulnerable moments.

"Stephen, please, I need you." Your hips start moving around his hand, rolling into it and finally his fingers hit your clit. Arching your back fully into his chest, he has to push and equal force onto you in order to not fall back.

He starts moving his dexterous fingers at a slow pace around your clit. Biting and sucking marks into the side of your neck. You melt under his touch. Already reduced to a whimpering mess.

"Oh c'mon baby, 'm barely touchin' you." One of your hands was clothing his wrist, holding his hand right where you wanted it, the other was clutched onto the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

"Oh my god, Stephen more please," the way you said his name almost made him cum right there and then. Your voice so airy and broken.

"OK mama, gotta open you up first, don' wanna hurt ya."

Stephen gently moves you out of position, laying you against the bed, on your back. You propped up on your elbows again, watching him with hungry eyes as he lowers himself.

"Is this ok?" He asks, his face level with your pussy. You nod your head excitedly. Placing your legs on either of his shoulders, he brings his fave closer to your core, mouth watering at the veiw in front of him.

Licking his lips and looking into your eyes, he lowers his mouth. Teasing you a little, he kisses just around where you need him. Then trailing the kisses up to your thighs, he does this a few times, your hands in his hair.

Finally he relents and licks a long strip up your slit, all the way to your clit. When he makes contact with your bundle of nerves, your hips buck against his face. Grinding yourself against his mouth and nose. He chuckles into you and places his arm across your hips. The vibrations from his voice making you moan his name.

He focuses his attention on your clit, circling it with his tounge and sucking it into his mouth. You squrim above him, pushing down into his face, and gripping his short hair in your hands. Holding him right there, exactly where you want him.

"Oh don't stop, please please don't stop!" You cry as he pushes you further to orgasm.

You can feel his smile as he releases your clit, giving it a gentle nip. You start to whine in protest, but the feeling of a digit at your hole has you biting your lip. Looking down to Stephen, you find him looking up at you, silently asking if you were ok with this change. Nodding at him, he pushes his middle finger into you.

Groaning at the feeling of you around his finger, "You're so wet, god I'm so in love with you." His voice was horse and raspy.

He curls his finger inside you. Your hands gripping hard on his hair. "Oh Stephen, more please, I want you inside me." You beg, Stephen pulling his head back up, from watching your pussy swallow his finger.

"Gotta stretch you first mama, I don' wanna hurt you." You nod, biting your lip, and relaxing your hold on his hair.

"OK, stretch me up officer." Stephen laughs at your attempt for dirty talk. Resting his forehead on the top of your mound, letting out full body laughs. You rub the back of his head, trying to help him calm down, smiling at him and his humor. When he calms down enough, he pulls his head back up.

"I'm sorry beautiful, that was just too adorable." His chin now resting on your skin as he looks up at you, pure love in his eyes.

"Did I ruin the mood?" You ask, a nervous pit in your stomach. He shakes his head.

"Nah mama, laughin' during sex is very normal. Means we love each other." His eyes were looking deep into yours, his finger still deep within you. He smirks at you and dives his face back into your folds.

He adds another finger into your core, his tounge lashing at your clit, sucking it into his mouth. Your body reacts violently, your arms and legs going stiff, shaking under the pleasure you are recieving.

He pumps his fingers in a fast pace, scissoring you open, as you cry out your pleasure.

"Stephen, oh my god!" Your walls clamping down on his fingers, feeling that pit in your stomach growing tighter. "Oh Stephen! I'm.so close," you push back into him, your whines growing louder as you get closer. He groans into your cunt, he himself getting pleasure from your reactions.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum, I'm.right there!" Stephen growls, shaking his head back and forth, adding to your stimulation, working his fingers faster as well. Pushing you over the edge.

With a scream of his name, and an almost impossible arch in your back, you cum around his fingers and in his mouth. Stephen brings you down from your climax, slowing his movements until you are pushing his head away in overstimulation.

His face comes back into veiw, his face shining with your juices, and a prpud smile, his eyes as he removes his fingers from your pussy. Bringing them.to his mouth, and sucking on them. Humming around his fingers.

"You taste amazing mama, here, try." Pulling his fingers from his mouth and bringing them to yours, he prompts your mouth open. You innocently wrap your lips around his fingertips, running your tounge on them, and between them, softly tasting yourself. Stephen bites his lip, throwing his head back.

"Fuck sake mama, can't wait to see what that mouth can do." He adds a wink onto the end of his statement, assuring you that he wasn't gonna ask that of you. He pulls his fingers from your mouth, instead opting to run them through your hair. Leaving a kiss on your temple.

"You know mama, we can be done for tonight if that's what you want, I ain't gonna pressure you." His soft hazel eyes looking right into yours. And his clean hand resting around your shoulders.You cuddle into his embrace, rubbing your cheek into his shoulder.

"I want to go all the way with you, just, can we go slow?" The look in your eye down near broke his heart.

"course we can go slow mama, I'll even stay here with you, I ain't going anywhere." He positions himself above you, resting his forehead on yours. One of his hands undoing the chain on the back of his neck. Bringing one end around your neck, he clasps the chain shut, the two of you connected with it.

"This ok mama?" You nod at him, happy at the fact that his face will stay level with yours. He kisses you softly, holding the side of your face. Wrapping your hands around his neck, you pull him into a much deeper kiss. Your teeth clashing, and tongues dancing together.

His hard cock was resting against your thigh, you barely realized he had taken his boxers off. You wrap your legs around his waist, seeking the friction he can provide.

"Oh snap, mama, you mean business." You laugh lightly at his comment. Rolling your hips up to meet his. He let's out a moan, grasping your hip, preventing you from moving.

"Don't tease me, you won't like me when I'm angry." Your laugh cuts into the air, the laugh that plays on repeat in his head, the one he strives to hear all day.

"Who the fuck are you? The incredible hulk? Dr. Banner?" He laughs along with you, the two of smiling so big that it hurt your faces.

"For you, I can be anybody mama." His voice was fond, a nice warm tone that you wished he'd use more.

Reaching up and bringing him back down into your kiss, parting your mouth right away for him. His hands roamed your body, the kiss quickly turning hot and heavy, your hips grinding up into his. He groans into the kiss as you catch his cock on your folds. Grabbing your arms and pinning them down.

He reaches down for his cock, dragging the tip up and down on your folds, catching your button of pleasure on each drag. Kissing your lips one more time before pushing into your cunt.

Your face twists as he goes deeper. The stretch almost unbearable, arching your back as you adjust to his member inside you. Slowly pushing fully in, his pelvic bone meeting yours, you claw at his back, grabbing onto him and gasping into his face.

He can see the pain in your face as he pushes all the way in, moving his hand to work your clit, hoping to relieve some of the pain, and slowly it does seem to get better. You roll your hips into his, letting him know he can move.

"You sure mama?" You nod against his head, whispering a barely there yes.

He pulls his hips back and you whine at the empty feeling, only for him to snap them back into yours. He starts up a brutal pace, quickly moving in and out of you.

Your face goes slack as all you can feel is Stephen's cock dragging against your walls, your mind blank, the only thing you can think of is Stephen's name, clawing tightly onto his shoulders.

"Oh fuck, Stephen, you feel so good!" You were gasping for air, already drunk off his cock. Your mouth being so close to his own, he can feel your every breath, and your every sound.

"God damn, your killing me here, I ain't gonna last long with you squeezin' me like that." You rake a hand through his hair, the other still clutching on his back.

"The do it coward, fill me up." Your teasing tone making him breath a tiny laugh. More spurred on by your words, he thrusts harder into you, his fingers picking up the pace on your clit.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. He can feel your about to cum, and he puts a little more pressure onto your clit, you Cummings shouting his name over and over, him pounding you through your orgasm. His thrusts start to become irregular, his own climax not far. You grip onto his head, your foreheads flush as his open mouth leaves kisses everywhere in its wake.

"Do it baby, cum in me, please." You beg him, grinding your hips into his, mouthing at his cheek as he burrys his face next to yours, his body stuttering.

You feel him twitch inside you, and then a flood of warmth, his hips driving into you to ride out his high. His moans filling the air around you, the sounds he's making are so delicious, you make a silent vow to hear them as often as possible.

His hips stop shortly after he filled you up, your ankles still locked around his waist. Slumping against you, his arms around your waist, his face pressed against the side of your cheek you two share a couple deep breaths. Trying to slow your racing heartbeats.

He runs his nose along your jawline, leaving kuniks on your cheek as well. He's heavy against you, but you've grown accustomed to that feeling over time, he's become your very own weighted blanket.

His post nut haze must've wore off, because the next thing you know, he's peppering your face with kisses from his lips, mumbling how perfect you are in between each.

"Fuck me, that was so good." His voice raw from the fucking session the two of you just had. You rub his neck, right where his cross tattoo resides.

"Baby?" He lifts his head, following your voice. "Do you want to get married?" His face perks up, and the smile he gives you will live rent free in your head from that day on.

"Thought you'd want a ring?" You smile softly at his question.

"Baby, I'd marry you with a piece of string on our fingers."

"OK, then let's go to the courthouse and sign the papers." He moves to get up, but you lock him.back in your embrace.

"Not so fast slim, that will be the present on your 6 months clean anniversary." He laughs heartily at your joke. Giving you a big smile.

"OK, ok. It's really special to you, isn't it?" You nod at his words.

"Of course it is! I'm so proud of you and how far you've come. You are so strong and resilient. And not to mention the man of my dreams."

"Man of your dreams?" You nod.

"Man of my dreams." Your face goes red, "my wet dreams too." His eyes dart to yours.

"Now how long you been having wet dreams about me mama?" You pretend to think.

"Since the week I met you." His eyes go wide.

"Oh snap, where was I better, your dreams or for real?" You smile cheerily at him.

"You were bett-"

Stephen cut you off with a bruising kiss, not wanting to hear the end of your sentence. Instead pulling you into another very satisfying round.

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