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samantha-rae-velcher · 1 year

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Joker x Fem reader

Requested by: anon

Warnings: swearing, threats, violence, joker being joker.

A/n: if you don't like the warnings, please don't read

Request: Can I request a Leto!Joker where the reader is Harley’s younger sister (she is telekinetic) and she is a pyschiatrist and she secretly loves J. One day the reader is in one of J’s sessions with Harley but J keeps looking at the reader until J breaks out and does everything that he did to Harley to the reader. J and the reader go to Ace Chemicals to make their relationship offical (you can add the rest) thank u :)

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Joker sat across from the sisters in a straitjacket. Y/n felt a chill roll down her spine every time he looked her way, but there was something about him that intrigued her. He was handsome, and there was something she saw in his eyes everytime they locked with hers, it wasn't crazy. He knew what he wanted, he knew what he was doing. No amount of therapy was gonna help him, he was perfectly sane. He just wasn't normal, he had a dark side and he chooses to live in his own shadows, behind the mask that is the Joker.

"So who is this?" He asked, nodding towards Y/n.

Harley looked over at her younger sister and smiled.

"Oh, this is my sister, Y/n. She's training to be a psychiatrist, so I thought it would be a great learning experience if she sat in on our session."

The Joker just nodded and kept staring, the session went on and Y/n didn't pay any attention. She at there sketching him on her note pad.

"I'm curious." She said. "Do you feel anger towards anyone here?"

Joker slowly looked over at her. Fuck this man was terrifying, she didn't know how Harley couldn't get up and bolt for the door.

"No."

"Okay, just asking." Y/n went back to sketching the man.

Over the next few weeks Harley and Y/n went back and forth with the sessions, they made a schedule on which one of them would be evaluating him on this day and that day. Harley began noticing changes between the two, y/n had even told him the secret that only the two of them knew about.

"I like your sister." Joker said. "She's innocent."

Harley looked up from her papers, she knew what this man could do to y/n, he could brainwash her and get her to do his bidding. Joker could play the "I was framed! Poor me!" Act to make her feel bad and let him out. Or worse she could fall in love with him.

"Yeah well, she's not coming here anymore."

"Why is that?" He asked.

"I don't want you using her. She's not who you think."

Harley got up to leave, she got to the door and stopped when she heard The joker speak.

"Telekinesis is a new one in Gotham. You think I'd use her to get to her ability?"

Harley felt rage as she flung the door open and stormed out of the room. She wanted a transfer, she was done with this psychotic clown.

Y/n entered Arkham and walked down the hall towards Jokers cell. She ducked behind a filing cabinet when she saw Harley come plowing by.

Y/n had one of the guards unlock his cell and let her in, Joker smiled and leaned against the wall.

"I thought your sister didn't want you near me?"

"Harley doesn't know I'm here."

They sat down, she didn't ask the normal questions. Instead, they had a real conversation.

"I need a machine gun." He said while leaning over the table.

"A machine gun?"

Joker smiled. "You can get it for me can't you?"

"But-"

The Joker stood and came to her side of the table. He gently touched her cheek and leaned in, whispering in her ear. This man made her feel scared, but she wanted more. She was addicted to this man and she didn't know why. Was this love?

"I need a machine gun, Y/n. Can you get it for me?"

"I...yes."

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Y/n was in her office at Arkham when the gunshots could be heard, the screams rang through the hall as running feet fleeing for the exits came flying passed her door.

Two men busted it down and came at her, she struggled but they had her in a tight grip. The brought her into another room and slammed her down on a table. She felt them strap her down, the room when quiet all but the screams that could be heard outside.

"What do we have here?" Joker yelled.

He walked into the room, he was wearing nothing but pants, shoes, and rubber purple gloves. Joker came closer and aggressively lowered the lamp, blasting her in the eyes with the light.

"What the fuck!?" Y/n pulled at the straps. "I helped you!"

"You helped me?" He asked. "By erasing my mind? No you left me in a black hole of rage and confusion. You and your spiteful bitch sister."

Joker smiled and turned to the table beside him, he began rummaging through items.

"The sister who tried to keep you from me." He moved his head back and forth, cracking his neck. "like she could ever keep us apart."

He picked up two metal things attached to cords. Fear struck Y/n, she started pulling at the straps again, trying to get away.

"What are you planning?" She asked. "You gonna kill me?"

"No, I'm not gonna kill ya, Sweetheart. I'm just gonna hurt ya, really really bad."

"Yeah? You don't know me that well then. Cuz I can take it."

Joker smiled and took off his belt, the sound clanking of the metal going right to her core. He straighted it and had her bite it.

"This is gonna hurt, so I suggest you don't spit this out. We don't want you breaking your teeth now do we?"

J turned in the machine and pressed the metal devices to both sides of her head. Pain shot through her making her bite the belt so hard it hurt her jaw.

All she could hear was the screech if the machine, gun shots ringing through the halls and the joker laughing.

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Y/n was looking down at the giant barrels of bubbling chemicals. Joker paced back and forth behind her, he gently gripped her hips and turned her to face him.

"Would you die for me?" He asked.

"I-"

"That's too easy....would you...would you live for me?"

Y/n looked him in the eyes as she answered, she wanted him to know she ment it.

"Yes."

"Careful, my dear." Joker circled her. "Don't say this oath thoughtlessly."

He leaned in close, their lips nearly touching.

"Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power." He gently places a kiss on her lips. He stayed close. "Are you ready to surrender to your fate? To me?"

She slowly backed up towards the edge, Y/n could see he didn't believe she's do it. He thought she was too weak. Y/n smile and blew him as kiss before letting herself fall over the edge.

Joker watched her sink into the green liquid. He turned and began slowly walking away before he stopped. Joker tilted his head side to side, cracking his neck before he pulled his leather jacket off and jumped over after her.

Y/n felt the air being forced back into her lungs as her eyes shot open, Joker was holding her close and looking at her with hunger in his eyes. He leaned in and closed the gap between them, the kiss was passionate. He pulled away slowly, he smiled and whispered.

"Pretty pretty pretty pretty."

THE END ❤️

I'm gonna make a part 2

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playbucky · 3 months

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Squad Death.

You used to be part of the Suicide Squad, running it alongside Rick Flag but now you’ve joined the 141. Characters – Reader, Ghost, Soap, Rick, Harley, Deadshot, mentions of Waller and Laswell. Word Count – 2.4k

‘For this job you’ll be meeting another team on the ground, sixteen hundred at the local pub.’ Laswell said. ‘They got names?’ Price asked, Laswell nodded and pulled the folder out, her blue eyes flirted to you. ‘Admiral Rick Flag, Harley Quinn and Dead Shot or better known as -,’ Laswell listed them off, you blinked away. ‘The Suicide Squad.’ You finished for her, they turned and looked at you. ‘You know them?’ Price asked, you hummed. ‘Worked with them for just under five years before I joined you.’ You informed him. ‘Why Suicide Squad?’ Soap asked, you leaned back in your seat as their files were set on the table. ‘You don’t get hired onto that team and make it out alive.’ You said, arms crossed in front of you. ‘You did.’ Soap commented but noticed the way your eyes glossed over as you clenched you jaw and nodded. ‘Yeah, I made it out.’ You replied, Ghost watched as you lifted your head and you scoffed. ‘Looks like you're meeting my old team fellas.’ You commented, a small wrinkle between Price’s eyebrows appeared at the cold tone of your voice, you pushed out your seat and walked away.

‘Y/N!’ Harley practically screamed, she wrapped her arms around your neck, legs over your hips. You caught her, hand on her thigh as she gave you an exaggerated kiss before she jumped off you. ‘Harley.’ You greeted her, happy to see her after five years. ‘Who’s the hotshots with you?’ She quizzed and looked over your shoulder. ‘My team.’ You told her, her eyes widened and took a step back from you. ‘Your team, you replaced us.’ She sounded offended but you rolled your eyes. ‘Harley, Deadshot, Colonel, I would like you to meet Ghost, Soap and Price.’ You introduced your teams, knowing that it was going to be an interesting couple of days. ‘Soap, why you called Soap?’ Harley asked, Soap glanced to you as you arched an eyebrow. ‘Good at cleaning up.’ He said, Harley’s face dropped and everyone fell silent. ‘Oh! I get it!’ She almost screamed, you took a step away before she smiled widely and laughed, almost manically. ‘Admiral Rick Flag.’ Rick introduced himself to Ghost, you could see them sizing one and another up. ‘Lieutenant Riley.’ Ghost responded, his voice deeper than normal. ‘Are you done measuring your dicks?’ You appeared beside them, Rick’s head snapped to you. ‘Just trying to -,’ He started, you tilted your head.

‘Be a pain in the ass?’ You asked rhetorically, ‘You both are, don’t need to test it. We’re waiting for you for the rundown.’ You told the pair before you turned and walked away, Harley joined your side as Deadshot and Soap were talking to each other, quickly talking like old teammates. ‘What’s Waller looking into this case for?’ You asked, Rick turned and looked at you. ‘Why’s the British looking into it?’ Rick asked, you furrowed your brows. ‘Rick.’ You hissed. ‘Meant to be an ex-colleague of Wallers.’ He said, you briefly closed your eyes. ‘Colleague or employee?’ You quizzed. ‘Employee.’ He said, you scoffed and shook your head, you had a gut feeling. ‘Do they know?’ Rick asked, you rubbed your lips together and shook your head. ‘No.’ ‘You haven’t told them?’ He quizzed, you shook your head before you made eye contact with him. ‘No, how do you bring it up in a conversation?’ ‘What about the injuries, scars and the amount of times you’ve escaped death?’ ‘Funny enough I don’t parade around in my underwear when in the huts or even in the field.’ You told him. ‘Y/N.’ Rick said, you shook your head as you scoffed at yourself. ‘I know okay, trust me I know but I can’t tell them.’ You told him. ‘What’s with the mask?’ Rick asked, the subject had been changed now but your shoulders still dropped. ‘Rick.’ You hissed. ‘What, you’re telling me he doesn’t take it off?’ He asked, you narrowed your eyes at him. ‘We’ve worked with all creatures and you’re picky about a mask?’ You hissed, he shrugged his shoulders.

‘I’m not picky about the mask, I just want to know if you’re being treated well.’ He said, you clenched your jaw as you looked at your old partner.

‘Rick, go be with Harley and others.’ You told him, his eyes widened as he looked at you.

‘What did I do?’ He asked, you arched your eyebrow before you shook your head. ‘You’re getting in my last nerve,’ you told him, ‘so please before I show the team my true potential. Leave.’ You nearly snarled at him, his mouth dropped open. ‘Y/N-,’ ‘Go away Rick.’ You said.

‘The parcel is on the plane.’ Harley said, everyone looked defeated, Ghost looked around. ‘Where’s Y/N?’ Ghost questioned, Harley raised her shoulders in a shrug. ‘Don’t know she went radio silent.’ Deadshot told them, Ghost and Rick looked at each other before they turned back to ‘She went radio silent?’ Ghost and Rick repeated, both their brows dropped. ‘Guys.’ Harley said, the group looked at her before they followed her pointed arm. ‘Please don’t -,” ‘Thought you guys knew how to get it?’ Your strained voice came through the comms as you sprinted across the grass covered mound. ‘What are you doing?’ Soap quizzed, they watched as you ran across the grass, your muscles screamed out at you. ‘Trying to get the parcel that you all lost.’ You commented, your breath staggered. ‘You’re insane.’ Soap and Bloodshot replied, you gave out a strangled chuckle. ‘Known that for a while.’ They watched as you leapt onto the wing of the plane. ‘Y/N?’ ‘Kinda busy Harley.’ You grunted out, you pulled yourself as upright as you could with the increasing wind. ‘Oh, I know but how you gonna get in?’ She asked, you dropped your head as the wind picked up before you grunted. ‘I’m hoping spending majority of my life on these things has let me learn something.’ You told her, your brows furrowed as you climbed along the wing, the wind attacked you. With a deep breath you slid down and landed on the small ledge next to the door, you ran your hand over the smooth surface before the small hatch popped open. Silently you cheered and slid in the opening and closed the door behind you. Cautiously you walked over to the crates that were secured with thick straps. ‘Can you see them?’ Harley asked, you ignored her as booted footsteps sounded to your right. Quickly you hid behind a crate, the writing informed you that it was the one you were looking for, you pressed yourself close to it as you carefully removed the straps, the footsteps walked away before you stretched to the side and pulled the lever, the large door opened. Air rapidly filled the area and the men turned to you, their eyes wide. ‘Sorry fellas.’ You commented and pulled the parachute cord before they could fire. Your entire body was yanked backwards, your head connected with the missiles, and you grunted. The cold air wrapped around you as you dropped through the air before the parachute opened and you slowed down.

‘So, this is the famous Y/N, the one that managed to leave the suicide squad without being in a body bag.’ Andrew said, you arched an eyebrow, ‘Waller always talked about you as if you created the world.’ He said, his arm appeared from his back, the silver device held securely. ‘That’s me.’ You announced. ‘How’d you get out?’ You asked him, he tilted his head to the side as he looked at the others that lingered at the door. ‘You haven’t, you still have the implant?’ You corrected yourself, the corner of his lips jumped before he glanced to the group that stood behind you, some faces familiar to him. ‘Still got it but stopped it from sending a signal.’ He stated proudly, your brows furrowed as you looked at him, your focus was pulled to the burn marks either side of his head, just at his temples. ‘You electrocuted yourself?’ You asked, shocked that he had managed to survive the current it took to stop the transmission. ‘Only way that bitch would leave me alone.’ Andrew hissed out, you were still focused on the red blistered area. ‘It won’t stop her for long.’ You said, he nodded. ‘Oh I know, but it will delay her long enough.’ ‘For what?’ You quizzed, his lips pulled up into a lopsided smile. ‘I needed to find away to get rid of Waller’s prize project.’ He reached into his pocket, you tensed before he pulled out a small device. The button on the top flashed red, he kept his finger hoovering over it, your stomach dropped, your eyes snapped around in before you noticed the wires that ran along the walls. ‘Shit.’ You cursed, Andrew looked pleased that you had spotted them. ‘The buildings going to collapse, get out.’ You whipped around to the team, Ghost and Soap’s head snapped around to you. ‘Y/N?’ Simon said, you ignored him and looked at Deadshot and Rick, Deadshot started to move instantly. ‘Rick get them out now.’ You said, you directed your attention to Rick and Harley, who looked conflicted but nodded. ‘Y/N?’ ‘Just go, I'll be behind you.’ You lied, Rick didn’t give him a chance to say anything before he started backing him up, herding him out the door.

‘Y/N.’ Simon and Soap called out, the cloud of dust had subsided enough now that they could see the rubble. There were mangled body parts that were far too damaged to be identified, the boys started to go towards the building in hopes that they could get you before a bit of rubble moved. They froze and watched as the rubble moved to the side, you stood up and wobbled, dirt and blood covered you along with new bruises. You looked around the area, taking in everyone before you shakily stepped forward. ‘How the fuck did you survive that?’ Soap asked, you looked at him blankly and blinked a few times. ‘I have powers.’ You breathed out, you lifted an arm and they all took in the very obvious bone that was protruding through the skin. ‘Shit, Y/N, you need to get that seen to.’ Soap stepped forward but you took a step back and turned to Harley. ‘Do me a favour?’ You asked her, she grimaced but nodded. She wrapped a hand around your wrist and took a step back, to steady herself. You looked at her and she nodded before she lifted a leg up and rested it against your hip, both of you pulled away from each other and it popped. Harley quickly dropped it and gagged at the sound as you exhaled, the pain was quick to subside before you twisted your arm to look at the closing wound. ‘I’m all good.’ You said, the pain had disappeared now, ‘We need to get going.’ You said, you bent down and pulled out your second weapon from your ankle holster, you checked it. ‘No.’ Ghost said, you turned and looked at him. ‘What the fuck have I just seen?’ He asked angrily, he stepped closer in an attempt to intimidate him but it didn’t work. ‘You want to know?’. You questioned, you stepped closer as you held eye contact with him. ‘Yeah.’ ‘I have powers, just like…’ you trailed off, none of the squad just now had any, ‘I don’t think I can be killed, at least not situations like these.’ You gestured to the crumbled building, that no one should’ve survived. ‘The suicide squad are a team, a task force but a lot of them have unique powers like mine.’ You continued, Soap and Ghost lifted their heads to looked at Harley, Rick and Deadshot. ‘Not us.’ The three of them said together. ‘They are all extremely talented but they don’t have powers, well we’re not too sure about Harley but you get it.’ ‘No, no we don’t get it.’ Ghost snarled, he grabbed your good wrist, ‘you kept this from us.’ ‘You didn’t ask about it.’ You retorted just as harshly, he stopped and glared at you, ‘I also haven’t hid it from you either.’ You yanked your hand from his grip. ‘What?’ ‘I can bench press more than Price almost more than you,’ you gestured to him, ‘the scars that decorate my body quite literally from head to toe, where’d you think I got them?’ You quizzed, they fell silent. ‘I understand that you are angry at me. We need to keep moving, they will be back and when they don’t find anybody it’ll be a hunt.’ You said, you twisted on your heel before you marched away, not waiting for anyone to join you.

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ Ghost asked, he broke the silence that had been going between the two of you for the last four hours, you turned and looked at him. ‘Because I know how the majority of people react.’ You said before you looked away.‘You know I’m not like them.’ He said, you shrugged and kept your attention on the chair across from you. ‘Yeah, I also know you don’t like liars.’ You reminded him. ‘Y/N.’ He breathed out, you quickly looked at him before you focused back on the chair. ‘Can you lift more than me?’ He quizzed, his elbows rested on his knees, he was far enough forward to see the corner of your lips quirk up. ‘If I wanted to.’ You told him as you turned. ‘Can you tell me how you got the powers?’ ‘Long story short?’ You asked, he nodded, ‘I was sold when I was seven, for a whopping total of a thousand pounds before I was shoved in a cage for the next three years.’ You explained, your fingers gripped at the side of your trousers. ‘Soap you can come in.’ You announced, Ghost turned to the door as it was pushed open to reveal his guilty face. ‘You’re not very sneaky.’ ‘Sorry.’ He said, he dipped low. ‘Don’t apologise, it should be me that does that.’ You shook your head at him. ‘How ‘bout everything is forgiven and we’re even?’ Soap suggested, you raised an eyebrow before the pair of you looked to Ghost who nodded, you exhaled as relief washed over you. ‘So, what else can you do?’ Soap questioned. ‘Soap?’ Ghost warned him. ‘Right, shutting up.’

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va-3 · 3 months

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Confessions

Masterlist

Joker:

Mr. J had taken notice of the music you seemed to dance a little to when you accompanied him to his club for business meetings, so he put a little something together for you. Late into the night, when the club's crowd was rowdiest, Joker invited you out onto the dance floor. Your favourite music blasted over the speakers and you couldn't help but drop your guard down and let loose. For hours you danced, but when you had grown tired and wished to return home, Joker caught you by the waist and kissed you like he was drowning and you were oxygen.

Captain Boomerang:

Digger and y/n had established a mutual liking for each other within a month and decided to "hang out" more often, as Digger had put it. Both persons, although they didn't openly admit, were crushing on one another and frequently looked forward to the weekly meetings. For y/n, it was a great breather after a long week of working beneath her feisty mafia boss. Arriving, for once, later than Digger, y/n spotted her drinking buddy sitting on the other side of the bar and decided to see how long it'd take him to notice her. Slipping into a seat, she caught some of his conversation with the bartender.

"Mate, you ever been in love?" The bartender nodded his head and laughed, "Yes, and it's one hell of a ride. You got your eyes on someone?"

Digger laughed and stared dreamily across the bar, stiffening a little when he saw y/n. Sucking in a breath and muttering "fuck it" under his breath, he pointed across the bar at y/n, "Right there."

Deadshot:

Another day, another mission to kill the infamous ass-hat that was y/n. Floyd sighed when his scope rested against his eye and he watched y/n slide her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose and take a sip out of her drink, delivering a devious wink to him. Deciding against killing y/n for the thousandth time, he dropped his gun and shot a grapple above him to swing onto her porch. He landed without grace, but barely disturbed y/n's tanning. Greeting him quietly, y/n patted the second chair beside him. A recently made mojito sat on the table, like she'd been waiting for him(not that he doubted it). Floyd took a seat, and only a moment later y/n spoke up.

"Deadshot, I believe I've done something bad, but I'm not sure I care." He raised a questioning brow and turned his attention towards her and away from his mojito. "And what might that be?"

"I fell in love with you."

Diablo:

The gunfire in the air was getting thicker: hiding from the fight stopped being an option for the silent y/n. Chato watched as she stood and exhaled, her shoulders dropping. Darkness swirled around her feet slowly, becoming a shapeless creature behind her. Chato's panic began to rise the longer she stood in the open, in the middle of the gunfire drowning out his yells. Unable to sit any longer, he hopped up and yanked her back by her shoulder. She turned with a shocked expression that softened when she saw the concern in his eyes.

"Chato, I love you, but you have to let me be a monster for a second."

Killer Croc:

y/n had been thrown across the plaza multiple times by Enchantress's larger brother, but every time she seemed to stand up with more energy than before. But when Waylon saw her go down, something in him broke a little. Why isn't she getting up? Barely avoiding being hit by the larger god, he slid through his legs and scooped y/n into his arms and ducked into the shadows. She was clearly unconscious, the large slash across her forehead ensuring that. Frantically he patted her face, trying but failing at waking her. Instead he cradled her face and put his forehead to her damaged one.

"Come on girl, don't go now..." Almost like she was listening, her eyes moved under her eyelids, and then opened, glistening with tears. She smiled happily and put her hand to his cheek, "Do you really care?"

"You're damn right I do."

Harley Quinn:

Harleen had stopped coming in for sessions with y/n two weeks ago, and now she was giving up hope. Several other psychiatrists had been sent in to treat her, and every single one had left with their tail between their legs. y/n, for the first time in a long time, was genuinely upset. She missed Harleen's smile, and her ability to listen to her rambling. Now, she lie awake, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring across her room at the wall. Everything felt empty. You wanted to leave, and one way or another, you were going to. Ballpoint pen in hand, you raised it above your wrist...but the door opened. Your head snapped around and you beamed. In the doorway was Harleen—sure she looked more beat down and was clearly off her rocker, but your Harleen was back.

"You're back!"

"Of course, I could never leave my girl behind."

June Moone:

Days with June never stopped being fun, but sometimes she just wanted out of the hotel room(as did you, but that is besides the point). The previous night you had suggested a classic movie to watch, but failed to mention that staying awake for the entire duration was almost impossible. Not even halfway through, June found you had slumped over the arm of the couch in a deep sleep. Not wanting to watch the movie without you, she took to sleeping as well, leaning against you.

You were the first to awake, but it was not of natural cause. June was whimpering in her sleep, tears seeping through the fabric of your shirt where her face was rested. You instantly shook her awake, and cupped her face in your hands. Her eyes opened and gazed into yours, the room silent aside from sniffles.

"What was it about?"

June didn't answer, she only pressed her lips against yours like you were going somewhere, anywhere, at any second. When she pulled away she rested her forehead against your shoulder.

"Never leave me, y/n..."

"It'll never be an option, I promise."

Enchantress:

From the start, Enchantress had been unable to stop staring at y/n's ethereality. And Enchantress's brother could see it. The way she stared when y/n took out human troops with the most beautiful display of power; it simply took her breath away. It wasn't until you were the one that needed help that she acted upon her crush.

Helicopters, idiotically, had been consistently appearing in the sky, only to be struck down like gnats by y/n. But this time there were too many arriving to keep an eye on all at once. y/n was frantically casting beams of destruction at ships, but dodging their firing was getting far to difficult. Enchantress could see y/n's obvious exhaustion, and began to silently panic. Would her y/n be struck down? She shook the thought from her head and darted from the bottom of the building to the roof where y/n was attacking from. She arrived just in time to see y/n get hit in the side and cast to the ground. Screaming in fury and worry, Enchantress frantically shot down the remaining helicopters and scooped y/n up in her arms.

"You're okay, you're okay," she whimpered, tracing you lips with her fingers. Golden blood seeped through her fingers, but in the opposite direction. y/n eyes opened and she smiled that dreamy smile of hers.

"Yes, yes I am."

Enchantress could do nothing but kiss her in that moment, because for once, she was speechless with gratitude.

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your-averagewriter · 10 months

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"I thought they killed you."

Summary: (y/n) is isolated after the disaster on the beach but luckily she's found just in time but just the right people. (Rick Flag x reader)

Word count: 1.0K

Warnings: Blood, injury, violence, weapons, swearing, (usual Suicide Squad things)

I stumble through the forest patting the fire out on my arm, the burnt cloth scratching against my wounds. The mission wasn’t meant to go like this - I can’t believe Blackguard sold us out. Actually I can believe it because I don’t know him, barely any of us know each other which is one of our problems, you can’t just trust strangers on a suicide mission.

So far, I imagine most of the squad is dead and those that aren’t are isolated waiting to be picked off by the soldiers hunting us through the forest.

But I keep going in the hopes that someone is alive or finding anyone at this rate would be good, friend or enemy.

Holding onto the branch above I steady myself as I try to make my way down a hill but I trip falling. I can feel my stomach reeling and despite my head feeling heavier than ever I pull myself up off the ground and continue, desperately, not knowing what’s ahead. It would be nice if next time (if there is a next time) Waller would come up with a plan B or an evacuation tactic but she doesn’t care about what happens to us so I doubt she will.

Soon after I realize that I’m bleeding from my arm, a cut, not deep but not shallow either so I rip off some cloth from my dirtied trousers and tie it around the wound, making sure there’s adequate pressure. At this rate I could bleed out from my wounds before I even get anywhere.

I hear footsteps and voices, although my head is pounding so badly that I can’t hear properly and can’t bring myself to care. Maybe if it’s some soldiers they can finish me off.

Turning the corner I can barely hold myself up but I see a familiar face I certainly didn’t expect to see.

“DuBois?” I question quietly, wondering whether I’ve lost enough blood to start hallucinating. But before I can even take another step I feel my body go limp and I collapse on myself, falling to the ground. All I hear is DuBois saying my name, worriedly before I feel my consciousness leave me.

I feel my eyelids flutter open as I’m met with a pale canopy roof. My head is killing me and my mind is fogged over with confusion and questions. I look down at my body and see all my wounds have been properly dressed and some stitched up. My skin is still dirty along with my clothes but all traces of my blood have been removed. I question why I’m here but that’s when I remember what happened before I must have passed out.

“DuBois?” I say again, quietly as I sit up. I instantly regret it as all the blood rushes to my head and I feel myself becoming faint again but it passes after a few moments.

Looking around the room, there are a couple of wooden chairs and the floor is planked - I can see through the slither of the entrance to the canopy that we’re still in a forest.

Suddenly I hear footsteps from outside the canopy and I instantly reach for my weapons but they’ve been removed so I look for the closest, best option which ends up being a syringe - it hasn’t got any liquid in it but any object in my hand becomes a weapon. I realize my shoes have been removed as I place my bare feet onto the planks, it takes me a second to stand up but after, I manage to limp quietly to the entrance.

My back is pressed up against the fabric of the canopy as I await the impending footsteps, ready with the syringe in hand.

Someone pushes the fabric aside and walks in but as soon as they do I throw my arm around their neck, effectively choking them and placing the needle so it presses against the skin of their neck, not quite piercing it but could easily be if needed.

They don’t struggle and I notice by their uniform that they’re not a civilian but whether they’re friend or foe remains unknown.

Another figure walks in behind the uniformed stranger.

Rick Flag.

My face is a painting of confusion as I look at him and then to the stranger. He walks slowly towards me.

“(y/n).” He says gently. “Put the needle down.” He says again in a soft tone as he walks towards me, hands reaching for mine. “You’re okay.”

“Rick?” I question, not entirely sure he’s there or why. “What are you-What are you doing here? I thought you…” Tears start to brim my eyes as I look at him. “I thought they killed you.” I say, my voice wavering, unable to stop the trembling.

“Put the needle down.” He’commands’ but it’s still gentle. I lower the needle slowly and release the person from my grip. Dropping the needle to the ground, Rick immediately wraps me in his arms.

“You’re okay, you’re safe here.” He reassures me, his hand stroking the back of my head as I bury my face in his chest.

“I don’t understand, I saw them, they had you!” I say. “I saw it with my own eyes!” I exclaim, tears flowing from my eyes now. “I tried to help you but they- they.”

“It’s okay. It doesn’t matter now. I escaped, you escaped. That’s all that matters.”

“And DuBois? I saw him! I swear.”

“He brought you back here, he said you fainted just after he saw you. You were hurt pretty badly.”

“Why is DuBois here?” I ask and all the confusion is only making my head hurt more.

“Waller went behind our backs and set up a second team. We were a distraction.”

“A distraction? Fucking brilliant.” I mumble, shocked but not surprised at Waller’s actions. “We were sent to die?” He sighs but nods.

“I’m just glad you’re alive.”

“Waller can’t get rid of me that easily.” I say with a small smirk and I can tell that he’s glad I’ve kept my humour throughout this shit show.

AN: First piece of writing I've done in a while!

I've been doing exams and working so I haven't posted much but I've finished my exams now so you can expect me to post more (hopefully more Suicide Squad content because I LOVE the movies).

Hope you enjoyed reading and requests are open!

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jar-of-something-else · 8 months

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Ectoplasm's Kinktober Prompt List 2023

Just a disclaimer: I AM TURNING 18 IN OCTOBER!!! If you are under 18, please don't interact with my posts on this blog! My main blog, @jar-of-ectoplasm, is the place for you to freely interact with everything! If you are a minor and have your age in your bio, I will ask you to please not follow this account; thank you for understanding!!

Everything will be under the cut, certain prompts I haven't assigned characters to yet but you guys are free to request certain characters for certain prompts and I'll take those into account!!

I will be doing this in the form of headcanons, with two characters per prompt (with some exceptions)! Any day with an asterisk (* <this thing for those who don't know) i need characters for!

I'm pulling inspiration from several different prompt lists, but this is is an original list!

I am going to try to do everyday of this, but please don't be surprised if I don't, I have a lot of stuff going on in October this year!

Prompts and characters are under the cut!

Day 1: Threesome w/ Coop and Remer from BASEketball and Sniper and Scout from Team Fortress 2

Day 2: Medical/Lab kink w/ Medic from Team Fortress 2 and Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow) from Batman

*Day 3: Mirror sex w/ Illuso from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure and a requested character!

Day 4: Accent kink w/ Tex Sawyer from Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3 and Sniper from Team Fortress 2

Day 5: Strap-on w/ Ms. Pauling and Zhanna from Team Fortress 2

Day 6: Temperature play w/ Ghiaccio from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Pyro from Team Fortress 2, and Victor Fries (Mr. Freeze) from Batman

Day 7: Sensory Deprivation w/ Demoman from Team Fortress 2 and Edward Nygma (The Riddler) from Batman

Day 8: Fearplay w/ Billy Loomis from Scream and Leslie Vernon from Behind the Mask

Day 9: Language kink w/ Spy from Team Fortress 2 and Eduardo Dorrance (Bane) from Batman

*Day 10: Bloodplay w/ Risotto Nero from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure and Sniper from Team Fortress 2 (but he's crazy!!)

Day 11: Size kink w/ Heavy from Team Fortress 2 and Formaggio from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Day 12: Work sex w/ Egon Spengler, Ray Stanz, Peter Venkman, Winston Zeddemore and Janine Melnitz from The Ghostbusters

*Day 13: Sex pollen w/ Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy) from Batman and a requested character!

Day 14: Body worship w/ Vincent Sinclair from House of Wax and Melone from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Day 15: Degradation w/ Harvey Dent (Two Face) from Batman and Herbert West from Re-Animator

Day 16: Professor/Student (PURELY CONSENSUAL, BOTH PARTIES 18+) w/ Egon Spengler from Ghostbusters and Engineer from Team Fortress 2

Day 17: Dirty talk w/ Prosciutto from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure and Stu Macher from Scream

Day 18: Dumbification w/ Bo Sinclair from House of Wax and Sellout!Remer from BASEketball

Day 19: Praise kink w/ Ray Stanz from The Ghostbusters, Coop from BASEketball, and Engineer from Team Fortress 2

Day 20: Volume control w/ Harleen Quinzel (Harley Quinn) from Batman and Spy from Team Fortress 2

Day 21: Public sex w/ Randy Meeks from Scream and Scout from Team Fortress 2

Day 22: Face sitting w/ Melone from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure and Peter Venkman from The Ghostbusters

Day 23: Hypnosis w/ Jervis Tetch (The Mad Hatter) and Dennis Prowell (The Music Meister) from Batman

Day 24: Mask kink w/ Adrian Chase (Vigilante) from Peacemaker and Pyro from Team Fortress 2

*Day 25: Predator/Prey w/ Tex Sawyer from Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3 and a requested character!

Day 26: Teasing w/ Remer from BASEketball and Leslie Vernon from Behind the Mask

Day 27: Manhandling w/ Chris Smith (Peacemaker) from Peacemaker/The Suicide Squad and Soldier from Team Fortress 2

Day 28: Passionate/Loving sex w/ Winston Zeddemore from Ghostbusters and Abner Krill from The Suicide Squad

*Day 29: Food play w/ Engineer from Team Fortress 2 and a requested character!

Day 30: Lingerie w/ Melone from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure and Ms. Pauling from Team Fortress 2

*Day 31: Costume sex w/ Selina Kyle (Catwoman) from Batman and a requested character!

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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───── ❝ so what are we. some kind of suicide squad? ❞ ─────

suicide squad drabbles:

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fucknixx · 2 months

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❛⠀⠀💙﹔masterlist

⟢ 　 ﹒ 　 KPOP 　 .

﹒ nct , enha , txt , exo , &team。(soon)

﹒ bp , itzy , nwjns , lsrfm 。(soon)

⟢ 　 ﹒ 　 Movies 　 .

﹒ marvel , dc , maze runner , hp 。(soon)

﹒ suicide squad 。(soon)

⟢ 　 ﹒ 　 Series 　 .

﹒ sp , true beauty ,we are all dead , my demon 。(soon)

﹒ stranger things , The Uncanny Counter ,my name , sweet home 。(soon)

﹒percy jackson 。(soon)

⟢ 　 ﹒ 　Horror 　 .

﹒creepypastas 。(soon)

#kpop smut #andteam #movies #marvel x reader #dc x reader #maze runner x reader #harry potter x reader #suicide squad x reader #south park x reader #kdramas x reader #stranger things x reader #creepypasta x reader #nix.#masterlist #percy jackson x reader

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thecrystalquill · 1 year

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Lux ~ Part Five

Peter Parker x Santana!Reader - Diablo’s Daughter

Marvel/DC Crossover

A/N: A bit of angsty feels here, all Chato being a good dad :’) Also a bit of Peter’s POV at the end of this one. Let me know what you think.

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Chapter Five ~ Aftermath

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She’d managed to stay low until she reached her apartment, drawing no attention to herself and keeping her head low. The second she saw her home in sight, she ran to safety. Fumbling for her keys, she unlocked the front door with shakey hands and sprinted up the stairs to her door at 8B. Throwing open the door and slamming it behind her, (Y/N) slumped against the cool, mahogany-stained wood and tried to breathe.

Footsteps came from the hallway and she looked up to see her dad looking ready for a fight. She probably should have let him know it was only her and not some sort of FBI organised attack. “(Y/N).” He sighed, loosening his shoulders in relief. “You scared me there.” Only then did he notice her short, shallow breaths and the undeniable smell of smoke. His stomach dropped, hoping to god he was imagining it. “What happened?”

With just those two words, it was like a dam wall breaking.

Hot tears ran down her cheeks as her shoulders shook with sobs. She tried to wipe the tears away, but they dropped to the floor despite her efforts, making little ‘tss’ sounds as they hit the tile, like candles snuffed out between damp fingers. Immediately, she was cradled in her father’s tight grip; holding her to his chest in the way he did when she had a nightmare. “I- I- I- d-didn’t mean to…” She spluttered out between gasped cries, clinging to his shirt.

Shushing her softly, Chato did his best to remain calm, despite the fear in his nerves. “Calm down, mija. Just breathe. It’s okay, you can tell me in a minute.” He kissed the top of her head as she bawled, pushing all his other worries aside as he focused on her. “Estás bien, nena. Calma. No pasa nada…”

It felt like hours had passed by the time (Y/N) had cried all her tears. Her lungs still shook when she tried to take a deep breath, and she felt weak from all the energy she’d used, but she could finally look up to meet her father’s eyes.

By now they’d already moved to the sofa in the living room, a good thing too; she was sure she might have collapsed if she’d stood too long. Chato dried her tears with the corner of the red, orange, and pink granny square blanket he’d wrapped around her shoulders; they found in a thrift store a few years ago, flower-patterned squares sewn together by hand – it was her favourite. She bunched the fabric up to her chest as she leaned on him, breathing in the fabric softener to calm the last of her nerves some.

“What happened, mija?” Chato patiently waited, letting her gather her thoughts.

She tried for a deep breath, still shakey but stable. “I-I… some guy tried to mug me a-and… he had a gun ‘nd…” she sniffled, wiping away another tear as the man’s screams echoed in her ears, “h-he tried to attack m-me and I… I lost control…” Her voice shook, a new rush of tears spilling from her eyes.

Chato’s eyes darkened at the thought of some low-life hurting his daughter, just for a second, before they softened at her crying. He assumed the guy got what he deserved, sure – but the weight on (Y/N)’s chest was a burden she didn’t deserve to carry. He didn’t need to ask, he knew what happened just by her reaction and the brief explanation she’d given him; he remembers the first time this sort of thing happened to him – losing control in a fight, letting the demon within take the reigns, the fire and destruction that followed – the first death he was responsible for. Though, unfortunately, he couldn’t say it was the last.

Pulling back to wipe her tears, her father did his best to sound calm. “It’s alright, you’re fine.” He said, watching her take another unsteady breath. “Did anyone see?”

(Y/N) shook her head, fiddling with the blanket in her fingers. “No I- I don’t think so. I didn’t see anyone.”

“Okay,” He nodded, a look of determination crossing his face. “Here’s what we’re gonna do, everything you’ve got on you – you’re clothes, your shoes, your jacket – we put it all in the sink and destroy it. Okay?”

“What? Why?”

Chato got up to clear some plates from the sink. “Just in case, okay? We don’t want anything leading back to you.”

It made sense, she’d have to admit. But somehow, even in all this chaos, a thought crossed her mind that she didn’t really want to get rid of her things. Though in all fairness, she was overdue some new shoes.

What the hell did she get herself into?

Sliding his I.D. card across the screen, Peter opened the door as it clicked open for him. Tony Stark’s lab was probably his favourite place; the whole floor was like a nerd’s wonderland, and every time he entered it gave him a weird, exciting buzz. He had every part of the room mapped out to the smallest details, every machine from the numerous super computers to the coffee machine. The rest of the building, however, was still a maze. And he could come and go as he pleased.

“Mr Stark?” He called out, wandering further in.

“Over here, kid.” Tony replied from somewhere to his left.

Peter followed in its direction until he came to the long, curved desk displaying Tony’s numerous computers. Tony beckoned him over with a wave of his hand, staring intently at his computer screen. “Hey, Mr Stark. Sorry I’m late, I got lost again and I had to ask Mr B for directions but he said--”

“Yeah yeah, doesn’t matter.” Tony dismissed, taking off his glasses to face Peter completely. He was going to remind Peter to just call him Tony, but he might as well give up on that for now. Instead he moved the computer screen to angle between them. “I wanted to show you something.” He clicked the space-bar and a grainy video started to play. Tony muttered something about enhancing the quality the best he could, but Peter paid little attention as he watched. A mugger dragged someone into an alley, a figure in plain black and a hoodie. There was no audio, but the angle of the camera showed the man’s blurry face, obviously shouting something as he waved the gun about. All they could see was the back of the hooded victim, backing up in fear. “This was uploaded to Youtube last night,” Tony explained, as the victim finally started to fight back – obviously someone who knew what they were doing. “Someone leaked it from the store’s security camera.” It was hard to see exactly what happened, but the mysterious person’s hands lit up and a burst of fire sent the mugger back, hitting his head on the dumpster and falling in a limp, fiery heap. The whole alley started to catch fire, and the other person ran backwards, out of shot.

“Where was this?” Peter asked, staring in shock at the scene as Tony paused it.

Tony sighed. “Queens. About ten minutes from… uh… what’s it called? That deli you always talk about?”

“Delmar’s?” Peter gasped, a guilty expression on his face. He should’ve been there, if he hadn’t got detention for falling asleep in English. He really needed to stop going on patrol so late.

“Yeah, that.” Tony answered, pointing back to the screen. “It’s gone viral already. Now we gotta figure out if Hot Head over here is a threat.”

“And you want me to…?” Peter asked, staring at the burning corpse in front of him; the lines were kinda blurry, but it was in self defence, right? Even if it was a horrific attack.

Leaning back in his seat, Tony patted Peter on the back, coaxing him to look his way. “I want you to keep an eye out. Anything at all that you think is relevant, I want you to call me.”

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shiggys-chapstick · 2 months

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do y’all think i should write a part 2 of Get In The Water? cause i figured the ending was pretty cut and dry. right now im kind of trying to figure out a little series i could write. it’s between a yandere x reader, another drabble based off Stacy’s Brother by Mad Tsai, or a series from hazbin hotel or suicide squad. i need help deciding.

plus, any fic i write, if requested, can be written in male, female, or gender neutral pronouns. just ask babez

#yandere #ror x reader #ror poseidon #record of ragnorak #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #poll time #polls #suicide squad #suicide squad x reader

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rodolfoparras · 2 months

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Content tags: 18+, top male reader , dom male reader, friends to lovers, digger is a yapper basically

It’s no secret that Digger has a mouth on him, and you’d been acquainted with that very same mouth ever since you joined the squad, with Digger throwing flirty remarks your way or making comments that made you straight up laugh, even sometimes getting a bit loose lipped after a couple of shots, and dancing his way into your heart.

So it came as no surprise when you found out he was just as vocal in bed, matter of fact you found out about it before you even got to doing anything, with his chapped lips pressed against yours, tasting liquor on his tongue as he confessed how he couldn’t believe this was happening, asking you if you’re sure you want to do this, swiftly followed up with a “never mind please don’t regret this”

It’s with your head between his thighs that you find out just how vocal he can be, endless praises and nonsensical words rolling off of his tongue despite only having kissed his thighs and when you finally put your mouth on him he’s drooling all over the sheets accent getting thicker and words becoming more incomprehensible as he tells you how good he feels but it doesn’t take much before his praises turn into pleas and he’s begging for you to “please please fuck me”

And who are you to deny his wish? little whines and whimpers slip past his lips as your cockhead pushes past his puckered rim, with him making an off hand comment about the sting that comes with the stretch even though he’d been the one in a hurry to prep himself.

He only mellows down when you bottom out, shaky breaths escaping his lips as he gets used to the feeling of practically being skewed onto your dick

However it doesn’t take much before he’s wiggling under your grip, telling you to move move move please and when you finally do so he doesn't waste a second to let you know how good he feels, telling you to go harder, faster- to give him more please! getting so loud you’ll have to put a hand over his mouth to quiet him down or shove fingers down his throat to muffle the sounds but even that isn’t enough to silence him.

And after going for multiple rounds, you’ll hear his voice, low and hoarse muttering the words “come on, one more time”

#captain boomerang #captain boomerang x reader #captain boomerang x male reader #top male reader #dom male reader #male reader #x male reader #digger harkness #digger harkness x reader #digger harkness x male reader #suicide squad game

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va-3 · 3 months

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They're Injured

Masterlist

Joker:

Joker was always being hunted, shot at, and chased in car chases. Yes, you were always with him, and it technically was your job to sacrifice your life for his if it eventually came to such a point, but Mr. J had switched the roles. A gunfight had broken out in Mr. J's club. You'd repeated yourself at least ten times, yelling at Mr. J to get him to either leave or get down. Instead, he managed to switch roles and send you rolling under a table to watch him get shot in the shoulder. It goes to say that you were as pissed as you were worried, seeing that your greeting to him later was a sharp punch to the stomach followed by a passionate kiss.

Captain Boomerang:

Digger was used to being in the line of fire, and was less than worried when he took a shot to the leg in a less than pleasant robbery. You, on the other hand, upon discovery of his wild adventure and injury, panicked in the most subtle way possible. Unfortunately, subtle in your dictionary was drive over to his house at 2am, kick down the door, scold him, and then proceed to break down crying.

Deadshot:

In his line of work it was not unusual for him to be hunted in return, as was the occasional "battle-wound". You, on the other hand, found yourself worrying more than you should've. Death was a difficult enemy of mortals, not you, therefore you were entitled to the worry and fear that accompanied the blossoming of your relationship. Needless to say, you had him on a house lock-in for quite some time after his shoulder had been shot clean through. (snuggles were very much included)

El Diablo:

Injuries in battle were hard to avoid, as were near death experiences. You watched in horror as Chato shoved the ancient being towards the location of a lethally powerful charge. When it went off, you were nowhere to be found for a good few seconds. The team was confused until they heard you sobbing from behind the blasted ground, cradling an unconscious, severely injured, but alive Chato.

Killer Croc:

Waylon, bruised an battered after the battle with Enchantress, was pleasantly surprised when you body-slammed/bear-hugged him to near death. You'd never been so worried in your entire life, and although the injuries he sustained were little, your entire being was telling you he was gonna die. It was hard to explain that he was okay through your mix of blubbering and cursing.

Harley Quinn:

When Harleen freed you from your solitary-confinement room, she was not herself. You were happy to see her, but the joy was quickly overrun with worry when you spotted the two burn marks on either side of her temple left behind by what you knew was electroshock. Concerned, you questioned her like an officer would a criminal until she gave out and let you tend to her wounds before fleeing the cursed institution(no regrets there).

June Moone:

June's well being meant everything to you, any moment you felt she was in danger you try your hardest to keep her from it. But mental damage was something you could not fight, or shoot. June was tormented nightly by the dangerous being using her as a vessel, and it broke you to know that you could not do anything about it. Instead, you did your best to comfort her: held her close, calmed her with kisses, and gave her the love she needed to mend her broken soul. With your love, June felt the power to face anything.

Enchantress:

The mortal soldier held your love's heart in his hands, threatening to crush everything you loved for something he loved. When she refused, your eyes flashed with panic. The soldier began to crush her heart, causing her to shriek with unbelievable pain. Terrified of losing the only person who saw you as a blessing, you snatched the heart from the soldier in a bolt of light. In the flash of light, time slowed around you, giving you just enough time to sway Enchantress' spirit from the human girls body and into one you summoned from your own power. You and your lover backed away from the mortal and his human lover, happy to be safe.

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your-averagewriter · 10 months

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"It’s the only goddamn hat you’re gonna get.”

Summary: At the bar, everyone's drunk and dancing but DuBois finally decides to do something about Rick's hands around her waist (Robert DuBois x fem!reader).

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, drinking, kissing, making out

We enter the bar and immediately we’re met with bright lights and strippers, sounds like a good time is what I think. The music isn’t too loud so we can actually hear each other. I’m reminded as we sit down that we’re not here for fun, we’re here for the Thinker. Of course, the first time I’ve been to a bar in months is for a mission and not fun.

I’m cheered up though when Peacemaker beacons over a waiter and orders a round of drinks.

“Hey, piss maker, you’re on a mission.” I chuckle at the nickname.

“Easy, Inspector Gadget.” He moves mockingly. “A little drink never hurt nobody.”

“Except for the 1000s of people killed in drunk driving accidents every year.” Polka-Dot man pipes up, depressingly.

“C’mon Robert, I hate to agree with this guy.” I say, indicating to Peacemaker. “But you should let loose a little. Who knows, this could be our last drink?” I say as the waitress brings the drinks over.

“Fine, one drink.” DuBois gives in.

“You’re gonna be that guy?” Peacemaker mocks.

“Yeah, I’m gonna be that guy.”

“Hey, it’s progress.” I say with a smile, throwing my arm around Robert before downing my drink.

After that one round comes another then another and suddenly we’re all on the dance floor. I’m dancing with Cleo, Peacemaker’s dancing too. Although I’m trying to stay clear of him, Rick and Robert are hanging by the side of the dance floor, laughing, looking very tipsy.

I giggle, the alcohol feels great in my system after a while of not being able to drink and dancing with Cleo is the most fun I’ve had in a while. Not that either of us are particularly good dancers but we might not even be alive tomorrow so who cares what we look like.

After a while I head back over to Rick and Robert in the corner as I grasp onto a new glass from the waitress.

“Hey guys.” I say to the two of them, giggling as I go. “Do you guys wanna dance?” I say with a massive smile on my face.

They look at each other then Rick turns back to me with a smile, a silly cowboy hat on.

“I’m down.” He says, leaving his glass on the side after he swallowed the rest of it. “DuBois?” He asks.

“I’m gonna hang back at the bar.”

“Suit yourself.” I say, dragging Rick by the hand onto the dance floor. “C’mon cowboy.” I say with a smirk.

We dance under the bright lights, the colours illuminating our bodies as we dance with each other, Rick’s hands on my hips. I tip Rick’s hat with a smile.

“I’ve always loved your Southern accent, the hat with it is just too much for me to handle.” I giggle as I drunkenly flirt with him. This happens everytime we’re drunk together, the flirting commences but we both know that it means nothing. There’s always a bar trip on the Suicide Squad missions that almost makes up for the traumatic experiences, well not quite but it’s fun.

“I didn’t know you had a thing for cowboys.” He says.

“Neither did I.” I chuckle before resting my head on his chest as a slower song starts playing - nothing too romantic but a bit more slow tempo.

After a while, Robert walks over to us and I pull myself off Rick ready to welcome him to the dance floor.

“Robert, you finally dancing?” I ask as I continue to move to the beat of the music.

“Thought it was about time.” He says with a small smirk, placing his hands on my hips like Rick did although it didn’t feel like this with Rick. And I certainly didn’t miss the dirty look from him to Rick. “So you and Flag, huh?” He asks over the music and I start laughing again. “What? What’s so funny?” He questions, confused.

“We’re not together.”

“It certainly sounded like it.” He sighs.

“Well, it isn’t. You jealous? Do you not like Rick?”

“No and it’s complicated.”

“Why? Rick’s great.” I say with a beaming smile - I’ve always loved my friends and kept them very close to my heart and I still do despite these conditions.

“He was dancing with you and touching you.”

“Okay?” I say, confused on what the problem is. “I asked you to dance with me and you didn’t want to.” I say with a frown.

“Oh, trust me I did. There are very few things I would’ve wanted more.”

“Why didn’t you do anything?”

“I’m trying to now.”

“Then do something.” I say and he grabs my hand, I follow him to the toilets. Once inside he locks the door and presses me against it.

His lips are on mine in a second and quickly I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him closer. I can feel the wood of the door rubbing against my back but all I care about are his lips, how they so fervently move against mine like a starved man.

After a few moments he pulls away from me and I chase his lips only to be met with a chuckle.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asks.

“Yes. Are you?” I say, quickly.

“Fuck yeah. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

He taps my leg then his waist signalling for me to wrap my legs around him. I yelp, surprised when he hoists me up and moves to sit me on top of the sinks. He laughs against my lips at my reaction.

“You said you weren’t jealous of Rick.” I smirk.

“I lied. I was jealous because every man in the room was looking at you, watching your body as you danced to the music with Cleo then when you danced with Rick. I had to watch as his hands rested on your hips where mine should’ve been. I watched him flirt with you like I wanted to.”

“You should’ve got a cowboy hat then.” I say, chuckling as I watch Robert’s reaction, his eyebrows creasing. “I’m just joking.” I say and his lips seem to melt against mine as his tongue licks across my bottom lip requesting entry which I grant willingly.

I release one of my arms from around his neck and reach to his head where a navy beret lies undisturbed. Gripping onto it, I hoist from his head and dangle it in front of his face before dropping it gently on my head.

I giggle as I turn to see my reflection in the mirror. It looks a little silly and it’s too big for me but I can’t complain.

“Get back here.” Robert beacons as I turn back away from the mirror to reunite with his lips.

“Don’t worry, I like your hat plenty.” I say, unable to stop giggling against his lips.

“Good because it’s the only goddamn hat you’re gonna get.” He says, his voice rough.

AN: Hope you enjoyed reading!

Also I might write another Rick Flag fic using the speech from this fic so keep an eye out.

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⋆.˚☀︎٠ ࣪⭑ A KNOCK AWAY

synopsis: returning packages and a broken washing machine lead you to spend the night with your hot neighbour, digger harkness.

tags: smut - minors dni. fem!reader. age difference (early 20s x late 30s). domestic elements. reader described as "shy" but not really. sexual tension. alcohol use. drinking games. awkward moments. oral (f receiving). couch sex. big dick (it's canon it's out of my control!!!). p in v. creampie. 4.4k words.

Your neighbour had a habit of ordering ludicrous amounts of packages but is never at home to collect them. It was almost every day they arrived and piled at your front door. The last few days you’ve knocked on his door to give them, but met by silence. Your small apartment is running out of room if any more decide to show up. You had been going in the afternoons once you came off work, but he either didn’t answer or wasn’t in. This time, on Saturday morning, you decided to knock on his door. Who cares if it’s the weekend, or it’s too early, you were determined to get those packages out of your house.

You knock gently at first and wait for a minute. No answer. A week. A whole week of this bullshit. Impatience clouds your sympathy, and you knock on the door harder. You hear a thud, a clank of glass, and a curse on the other side of the door. You knock again, calling up a groan of annoyance and an “I’m coming!”

The door opens, and you’re greeted by your neighbour for the first time since you moved here. He is shirtless, showing off a collection of tattoos. His mop of hair hadn’t met a comb yet; still scuffled by sleep. You could tell he was older, and you were taken aback by how attractive he was. Given in a rugged way. You half-expected a balding divorcee with a beer belly.

“You’re George, right? I live next door,” You introduce.

Eyes squint and bloodshot, he looks you up and down before nodding. “You know what time it is, sunshine? Too bloody early to be knocking on people’s doors.” He said, fighting through a hangover to communicate. The twang of an Aussie accent was the second thing to surprise you. Even with the twang of annoyance in his tone, you bite your cheek to fight off a flattered smile.

Your bashfulness forces you to ditch the defiant speech you prepared. “I’m aware of that- but I’ve tried to get a hold of you all week, but you seem to not be in during the afternoon.” You shuffle to your open door, grab one of the packages and gesture it to George, “There’s a ton of packages here for you.”

George’s annoyed face began to soften, and he let out an idle chuckle. “Shiiiiit, I forgot about those!”

He opened his door wider and began collecting the parcels from you. You got a peek inside his apartment. Your suspicions of his home were accurate, resembling what all men living alone succumb themself to; their own squaller.

“Thanks for holding onto them for me. And sorry for being cranky, hangovers, y’know?” George said, his tone now different, one more pleasant. You smile, feeling pleased that you have the chance to converse with a neighbour and know who lives next door.

“Hope you had a good night so it’s worth it,” you chuckle, taking a stack of the packages and shuffling to his door. George takes them from your hands swiftly. This left you standing by his door, looking around the living room, stumped on the small talk. You were never really good at this.

“I mean- it was alright. They just hit you more when you get older,” he dropped the remaining boxes by his door, rubbing his temples as he stretched. His abdomen extended, shifting the waistband of his pants, making you look away and stand in silence. George scratches the back of his neck as he looks at you, feeling the interaction fade to a farewell.

“I better get going, you’ve got a lot to unbox,” you say, slowly backing away.

George gets to the door, nodding and shooting you a smile. “Thanks again for keeping them safe.” You could have sworn he looked you up and down, in a different way this time. Sizing you up, for other means. Maybe it was your imagination.

You meekly wave before retreating to your apartment. With the packages gone, your eyes adjust to the clear space, and the lingering images of your neighbour hot in your thoughts.

The washing machine was stuck again, and no matter how hard you hit it, it was still broken. Today is not going well, and you were on the edge, especially since the only other machine in the block has an ‘out of order’ sign on it. You rub your hands along your face, the skin already flushed from anger. A shuffle of footsteps approaches the entrance, and you reveal yourself to see who is witnessing your self-pity.

“Useless fucking thing, ain’t it?” It was George, the first time you’ve seen him in clothes that weren’t pyjama pants with socks and slides. He looks like he’s back from work, or the gym, it is hard to tell. You did wonder what he did for a living.

“I’m lucky it broke before I put my laundry in,” You look at the bright side with heavy eyes and a half-assed smile.

“Well, I don’t wanna brag, but I do have a machine. Wouldn’t mind ya using it until they fix it,” George shrugs with a ‘no big deal’ attitude. Suddenly your neighbour was a beacon of hope, and the stress left you with a sigh of relief.

“That would be really helpful, thanks,” you pick up your laundry basket, following up the stairs. He hunched the duffle bags over his shoulder. Reaching the top of the stairs, he unlocks his front door and lets you in first, taking a look at his living room and huffing. “Sorry about the mess.”

Beer bottles and cans littering the coffee table, clothes on the floor or hanging from the couch and chairs. You take one breath and smell the stale air, keeping a straight face. “It’s okay,” You smile through it, not wanting to place judgment. Maybe he’s just a busy guy.

George quickly shows you the settings on the machine (which he wasn’t so sure about) before excusing himself to the shower. Before you could ask questions, he was dashing to the bathroom, leaving you to your own devices. You load the machine, press the button and hope for the best.

Alone in his apartment was daunting and you begin to explore. Mostly focused on the messiness, the environment nagging at your senses. Clean space, clean mind, as they say. You pick up the trash and throw it out, starting with the beer cans. Luckily you didn’t find anything too disgusting, with the odd dirty plate you could place in the sink. You open the curtains, coughing from the dust and open the window to release the smell of stale pizza and beer. Your mind is clearer, you go to wash your hands until you spot George standing by the entrance of the living room in awe. He is still in his towel, his right hand clenching the side to keep it in place, his hair wet and slicked back. You turn away immediately, looking anywhere but him, a kick of adrenaline overtaking your insides.

“Wasn’t aware I ordered room service,” he joked, amused by your embarrassment.

“I’m sorry- I should have just left and come back later for the laundry. But- I don’t know- your place looked like it needed a tidy-up. I can’t help myself, it’s a habit. God- I’m so stupid-”

“Don’t get your undies in a twist, it’s fine. I appreciate it,” George reassures, rubbing the back of his neck, “As you can see, I don’t get many visitors.”

When he closes the bedroom door to change, it’s safe for you to look again. That feeling in your stomach didn’t go away, it still brewed in the pit and crawled its way up your core. It makes you think about him again, like those sleepless nights after your first encounter, and your cheeks grow hot. Maybe this is a good time to slip out and avoid him like the plague. But what else would you be doing? Watching TV? Playing video games? All alone in your apartment, like you always are. That’s how your life has been, work, home, bed; absent of social life, of anything remotely adventurous. You keep your feet firmly on the ground, chewing your lip in thought. There was a time when you lived life on the edge, out every weekend, hooked up with people. Letting your old self come out to play wouldn’t be so bad, would it?

“Where do you keep your cleaning supplies? I could do the rest for you if you want,” you call, inching towards the bedroom door so he can hear you. He opens the door quickly, startling you, wearing casual grey sweatpants and a white tee.

“Are you like a freelance maid or something? This how you get clients?” He leaned an arm on the door frame, looking down at you. He becomes the only thing in eyesight and you freeze, giving a shy smile.

“No, I just like cleaning, that's all. You seem like you need it, being a busy guy and all.” You study his eyes, wondering if he sees right through you.

George slowly nods, then snaps his fingers, heading towards the front door and sliding his shoes on. “Tell you what, love. I have to run a few errands, while I’m out I’ll leave you to it.”

You frown, crossing your arms. “You’re just gonna leave me, your neighbour you’ve met like once, in your house alone? You trust me like that?”

He shrugs, taking one of the duffle bags full of… something. “I’ve got many weapons I can pull on you if you try anything. Plus, you’re young and don’t look that strong, so I think I can take you on.” You weren’t sure if he was joking, but there was a cheeky look in his eye that allowed you to chuckle.

“That would do it. You can trust me.”

George gives a little salute, exiting the door. “Stuff’s under the kitchen sink. Good luck!”

You look at his limited supply, an empty bottle of bleach and a mysterious liquid in a spray bottle. You decide to use your supplies, grab them from your apartment, and come back to start the work.

You collapse on the couch gasping for air. People underestimate how much energy it takes to clean, especially when cleaning George’s house. Within an hour you cleaned the living room and kitchen and hung up your laundry to dry in your apartment. The worst part was the vacuuming, as like not owning cleaning supplies, he also didn’t have a vacuum. Go figure.

George eventually returned, greeted by your efforts and your limp body sprawled on his couch. You quickly got up, hoping he didn’t mind. Heck, this guy doesn’t have a vacuum, he can’t be the judge. “So, what do you think?” You anticipate.

“You did a bloody good job, I’ll tell ya that,” a smile on his face, making you smile too. “And since ya the best neighbour on this side of Metropolis, I got ya a lil payment to say thanks.”

George pulls out a crate of beers and takeaway pizza, presenting them to you. Your eyebrows knit in confusion, but you smile at the thought. “Thanks, George.”

“Please, call me Digger, everyone calls me that,” he said, “Thought we could have a couple of beers and I’d feed ya, but I’m no chef, hence the pizza.”

“So, Digger… is this you inviting me over for dinner?” You ask, pursing your lips. He thought about it and then nodded his head. “I guess I am,” he smirks.

Pizza crusts and beer cans decorate the coffee table, the television musing low music. You laugh at a joke Digger told you, hiding your mouth to not spit all over the place. He sits low on the couch, his hands resting between his legs with a beer. With your legs close to your chest, you take a sip of beer when a silence falls between you.

“Thanks for having me, I’m having a lovely time.” You confess, a little tipsy. You get shy admitting that, focusing on the music, unaware of Digger’s eyes not leaving your sight.

“I didn’t have a college kid cleaning my house on my bingo card,” he muses teasingly, smirking at your bashful smile.

“I am not a college kid! I graduated ages ago.”

“And by ages ago you mean in the last five years?”

He chuckles at your look of defeat. “Says the guy who’s five years off getting a pension,” you tease in defence.

“I’m not that old!” He defended back, “Nowhere near it!”

“Well, you’re at least old enough to clean your own house and have a vacuum.”

“You got me there…” he says into his beer.

The silence fell between you once again, but surprisingly it was not awkward. The air was thick, and not with stale air like before. You convince yourself it’s one-sided, keeping yourself together. You had an idea, but it was juvenile. When he doesn't say anything to keep the conversation going, you go on and suggest it.

“How about we play truth or drink?”

“How old are you? Five?” He scoffs.

“We already established my age, remember? C’mon, it’ll be a good icebreaker. Don’t you wanna get to know your friendly neighbour?” You nudge his arm playfully, realising you’ve been going that a lot since you had a drink. Mostly when he told a joke. You try not to cringe, realising your inferiority. He probably thinks you’re immature, and you suddenly see yourself as a fool. But when he turns his body towards you, giving you his full attention while cracking open another beer, you feel a little better about yourself.

“Who’s asking first?” He asks.

You volunteered since you suggested playing. You turn towards him, fighting through a fit of giggles, liking the way his eyes smile at you. He has nice eyes, light in colour, a mix of blue and grey with crow's feet winging the sides.

“Okay, let’s start easy. How long have you lived on the block?” You ask.

“‘Bout five months, I’d say,” he says.

“Do you move around a lot?”

“Oi, thought you ask one question at a time?”

“Yeah, sorry. Just curious,” you dart your eyes to his smirking lips before looking away.

“To answer your other question, I do move around a bit. It’s a job thing.”

You look back at him, catching his stare, the one that never seems to fade from you. You like the way he stares at you, so attentive like he refuses to have you out of his sight. It’s the type of stare that makes someone feel special.

“My turn,” he chirps, “are you always this shy around people?”

“What? I’m not shy,” you scoff.

“Really? You’re not shy?”

“What happened to starting easy?”

“No, you said that. I didn’t. I never start easy,” he says haughtily.

You roll your eyes, taking the beer can to your lips and taking a sip. Digger scoffs in shock, “No way are you drinking to that.”

“It’s a ridiculous question, plus I technically did answer the question. I’m not shy.”

Digger shakes his head in disappointment, breaking eye contact to chuckle into his hand. You narrow your eyes, readying the next question.

“Do you have a wife and kids?” You ask.

Digger didn’t act like you struck a nerve, but he wasn’t laughing anymore. He shook his head, and you take that as an answer, not wanting to press further. Yet, he begins to speak, in a tone softer than the one you’ve been getting used to;

“I know at my age I probably should, but it’s never worked out, y’know? The whole love thing I’ve never gotten the hang of.”

You resonate with him, meekly returning a smile. “Me either.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Digger said.

“Really?”

“Yeah, you’re good-looking. Woulda bet somebody snagged ya by now.”

You can’t help but chuckle, hearing how wrong his words are. “I guess I’ve gotten close before, but it was never meant to be.”

Digger nods in agreement like he is in the same boat. You had a strong urge to move closer to him, but resort to fidgeting with a thread on the coach. “Who’s turn is it?”

“Mine,” Digger returns his gaze to you. It was more intense, and you feel him all over you. As you grow the courage to meet his eyes, you see them trailing from your lips to meet you, his icy eyes darkening and lips parting as he readies his words.

“How would you feel about kissing me?”

Your stillness speaks volumes to him, and from the look of shock in your eyes, Digger’s smile fades and turns sour. He hides his face in his hands, cursing under his breath.

“Fuck- Just drink to that, it was bloody stupid,” his self-depreciation eats at you and you try and find the words to explain yourself. He was right, you were shy, and it got in the way of your feelings. So much for being the big flirt like you planned.

“No, it’s fine, honestly-”

He cuts you off, “I just thought- why else would wanna hang out with an old fuck like me? Keep my packages, clean my house,” he groans out a sigh, “and the way you look at me, fuck, it’s been driving me insane all day.”

“Digger-” you catch his attention, softening your face, and placing your beer on the coffee table. You shift your body closer to his, your movement swift but gentle. “I’d like it if you kissed me.”

He blinks, adjusting his eyes to the proximity, noticing the small details of your features, the softness of your lips. He swallows back his nerves, “Nah- you’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

There is only one way to prove him wrong, and you did it by making the first move. You press your lips against him, and you're struck with his immediate touch as he engulfs you in his arms. Your hands snake up his chest to the back of his neck, deepening the kiss as he beckons you to press your body against him with his firm hold. He grins into the kiss at the sound of your whimpers, holding the small of your waist and guiding you to his lap. You go with the motion, swinging your leg around and straddling him, enamoured by the hold he has on you. The makeout was sloppy, tipsy on beer and getting more drunk on each other’s lips. Digger’s kisses were firm and deep, his chapped lips coated in your sweet spot as he glided his tongue along yours. His hands lay haven on your asses, rubbing his callous palm around the fabric of your pants, enchanting your hips to move ever so slightly.

“Ain’t so shy now, are ya?” He grunts into your ear, migrating his lips down your neck, sucking and nibbling on your faint skin. You see stars, closing your eyes in bliss, your fingers tugging at his shirt and fighting off the urge to rip it off. He takes the time to remove his t-shirt with your eager assistance, latching onto you once you discard it.

“Please, I need you,” you plead. You gaze down at him, your stare both close and far. His bucking hips invite your crotch to feel his length, the tip of his bulge grinding against your thigh.

He whispers to you, “Tell me what you want.”

“Use me, I know you want to,” you taunt, enjoying the light that ignites in his eyes, his grip tighter on your skin.

“You’ll regret saying that, but I bet you can handle it,” he jesters, pulling your hair to expose your neck, his lips latching back onto your sweet skin. His other hand pushes your top over your breasts, exposing your hardening nipples. Licking towards your nipples, sucking on them gently and cupping your tits in his hands, grazing his teeth when you grind down on his erection.

Digger, hungry for more of you, lays you down on the couch. His eyes demand your attention, taking time to pull down your pants and underwear, drenched in your arousal. He lowers his head to your cunt, prying your legs open as you try to hide how wet you were.

“Don’t hide from me, love, show me how pretty you are,” he muses, admiring your glistening walls, lapping them tenderly with the tip of his fingers. Relishing in your squirms, he gazes at you under his lashes. “Fuck, you’re drenched.”

Your hands grip his hair when his tongue makes contact with your sensitive walls, his prominent nose snug on your clit as he eats you out. His movements are deep and steady, keeping himself in place between your quivering thighs, refusing to come up for breath as a rising feeling of release fills your insides. Shifting his tongue from your walls to your clit, his nose taking place not to neglect your pleasure, his eyes checking your reactions as his pride swelled from your raptured state. He takes a breath to tease you in between, his hoarse voice wavering against your heat, “Look at you, getting so worked up for me.”

“’m so close,” that was music to Digger’s ears, egging him on to keep up the pace.

Your whimpers rise into moans, and your thighs shiver under his grip and come undone. Digger doesn’t stop, pressing a firm hand on your stomach, keeping you in place so he rides out your high. You’re flushed in humility, but fuck it feels amazing. You break a sweat, shivering at the cooling of your hot skin, sighing in relief when Digger finally relaxes his hold on you. His face meets yours, your arousal coating the stubble on his chin and spreading to his chops. He is ferocious and light-headed – as if drunk on the taste of you.

“Hope you’ve still got some spunk in ya,” he pants, “I’m as stiff as a board here.”

Digger invites your hand to feel his erection. You didn’t think he could be harder than he was before, but he comes full of surprises. He slings the waistband of his trousers down and his cock springs free, twitching at the touch of your flinching fingers.

“Jesus fucking Christ-” Blessed by the man himself, his size was insane. You straighten in intimidation.

“I’ll go slow, okay? Just- fuck- I’m bursting at the seams here,” he begs, cupping your cheek with a reassuring hand.

You nod with a morbid curiosity, unable to deny the instinct to have him inside you, to feel every inch of him. Digger litters you in kisses, sloppy and idle as he dampens your cheeks and lips. Opening your legs wide, sucking in a breath, you watch as he lines his cock to your entrance. There was no fuss in sliding inside you, your dripping cunt lubing his tip and coating his shaft, the feeling of him inside you more filling than painful. It sets a spark in your mind, your eyes distant, the twitch of his cock against your walls melting your senses.

An unexpected moan escapes Digger’s lips, but he is attentive enough to coo for your attention, holding your face and bringing you back to earth.

“You still with me, hun?” He chuckles at your dazed look, trying to keep himself together as you tighten around him. You blink back to reality and wrap your legs around him, mewling at the slow thrusts coming into you. You eventually nod a reply, straining your neck to witness his cock buried inside you to train your hole for his massive size. He takes advantage of your position, locking a hand behind your head and picking up the pace. He is smitten by your squeaks. His rough hand clenches your hip, setting out to fuck you good. As you will soon learn, Digger has a habit of getting carried away. You learn a lot of dirty things about him that both shock you and fill you with sweetly sick lust.

Digger has you bent over the arm of the couch, his cock pummelling in and out of your abused cunt, muffling your feral moans with a hand clasped over your mouth. He arches your back and presses his lips against your ear, reminding you that he can see right through you.

“Is this what you wanted? To fuck you; get you drunk on my fat dick. Bet you didn’t think I had it in me.”

“You’re so good, so ‘fucking good,” you moan, your eyes glued to him with lust, a sly smile across your face. Digger sticks two fingers into your mouth, teasing your tongue to swirl around them, smirking at your eagerness.

“Shit, that’s enough to make me finish,” he says in a low voice, “And you wouldn’t want me cumming inside you, would ya?”

The way you clench around his dick and the sidious look in the dim light suggest the opposite. “No, come inside me,” you seal the deal.

“You’re so bloody dirty.” Digger’s eyes turn dark, his hand wrapping around your neck, rutting into you faster and harder than before. You see stars, giving into the numbing pleasure you succumb to. A dumbfound smile stretches across your lips once you feel the warmth of Digger’s seed filling your cunt, hitting against your womb. His weight falls on you momentarily, leaving kisses along your back while his energy is slowly sucked out of him. His cock slips out and before his heavy eyes close over, he gazes at the cum dripping from your slit, groping your ass for a better view.

Digger gathers his senses, only noticing you struggling to get up from your stiff knees. He brings you onto his lap, soothing your legs and resting your head on his shoulder.

“Well, that was something…” He chuckles, “Ya think we got a little carried away?”

“I think I’ll never be able to walk again,” you joke, yet anticipated the next few days entailing leg pain.

He felt guilty, knowing to make up for it he would need more than pizza and beer. He continues to sooth your legs, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“How’s about I run you a bath?” He suggests.

There he is again, that beacon of hope. He is going to find it hard to get rid of you now. “That’d be amazing.”

#digger harkness x reader #captain boomerang x reader #the suicide squad #kill the justice league #ssktjl #smut #dc fanfic #ehhh might be a lil ooc it's my first time writing him sorryyy

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