orv drinking game
take a shot every time kim dokja says something bad about himself
take a shot every time kim dokja compares himself to another character in a way that makes him look lesser
take a shot every time kim dokja gushes over something related to yoo joonghyuk (action, appearance, past, etc. etc.)
take a shot every time there's well placed and amazingly executed foreshadowing
take a shot every time kim dokja dies (obviously)
take a shot every time kim dokja knows the solution to the scenario/problem presented, down your whole drink any time he doesn't
take a shot every time uriel comments something relating to her shipping yjh & kdj
take a shot every single time you see secretive plotter being oddly goofy for someone who's supposed to be so secretive
take a shot every time han sooyoung is accused of being a plagiarist and down your whole drink any time she argues back
and finally take a shot every time kimcom is worried over kdj's mental/physical state &/or whether he's going to kill himself
and a small bonus for the orv side story:
take a shot every time lee hakhyun lies
and feel free to dm me if you need the alcohol poisoning hotline :) help is always available
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Safe Till Tomorrow - Flag (18+ MINORS DNI)
TITLE: “Safe Till Tomorrow ” (18+ MINORS DNI) || Rick Flag
FANDOM: “Suicide Squad” Film Universe
CHARACTER: Rick Flag
PAIRING: Rick Flag + Female Reader
MAIN STORYLINE: Seeing Colonel Rick Flag again leads to unexpected feelings…
Author’s Note: Hey! Feedback would be greatly appreciated. Also, I’m crediting this idea to my bestie @lacontroller1991. Thanks so much for your continued support! As a warning, the One Shot includes SMUT content. (18+ Minors DNI) Adult themes, strong language, etc. - V. 💜
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2021
Tonight wasn’t supposed to end up like this. All you planned to do was blow off steam, enjoy a few drinks, and use some communal ride to safely go home.
No, no. no. That main plan failed before you could order your next drink.
You’re in the middle of laughing with your friends at one grouped table when one of them points near this bar’s entrance.
“Shit.” Your pals whisper all around this table. Some of them nudge you almost frantically. You then squint both eyes in the name of confusion until a familiar silhouette passes through.
Rick Flag. You never believed that he would show up here five years ago. Rumors swirled nowadays that he gave up military service and returned home, leaving you to deal with moments like these.
A cowboy hat shields his eyes from dim lights that cast overhead. One bright yellow t-shirt looks far too big while clothing his broad chest. You even notice his surprisingly tattooed arms, remembering how often he sported windbreakers despite Louisiana heat.
He looks good. In fact, he looks much better than last time, for damn sure.
For the first time in years, he grins while acknowledging the bartender and orders his drink quickly, opting to sit alone. Many other patrons, tispy, or not want to probe him with questions, but he refuses almost everyone until you catch him.
You excuse yourself from the table and ignore how your friend gape, shock that you’re even willing to see him. Not you and Rick fell off, but his deployments weren’t exactly great, either.
“Hey,” You clear your throat, watching slyly as Rick takes sips of his own drink. His Adam’s Apple bobs and you try not to lose composure, already intrigued.
“Oh, excuse me. I didn’t realize that somebody was…” Rick trails off his words after noticing you and almost freezes. He doesn’t even want to break the glass.
“Hi,” You repeat yourself and smile. Underneath the wide brim of this cowboy hat, Rick smiles back, clearly happy.
“Hi, Darling.” His smooth Southern drawl returns and you’re thankful to only have one drink in your system right now.
Damn. I’ll remember that voice forever. You think to yourself.
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Of course, your original plans change. You said goodbye to friends and stayed with Rick, chatting into the night.
Catching up leads to small talk. Small talk leads to memories. Spending many years apart no longer made a difference tonight.
Just before closing, it’s not enough for both of you to sit across from each other anymore, and Rick knows it. He then offers to pay the bill and takes your hand, leading you out of this bar.
***
He takes off that cowboy hat to reveal short blondish hair and kisses you in the nearest alley first, shadowed by darkness or dim street lights. All he wants to do is hold your face. He wants to your smile,
Every single time that your lips meet his, safety is his only goal. His strong arms protect you from the dangers of the night.
Even as shadows hide you both, he can’t risk taking you right here in public. There were too many people around. He knows better as well. You deserve more. You’ve always deserved more.
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At the house, in his bedroom, he takes off your clothes first and strains within the center of his jeans as you lay naked on the bed without him.
“Do you want me to take your clothes off too?” You tease, sitting up for just a moment and waiting for Rick to participate.
“No. No, Ma’am.” Rick takes off his shirt and tosses it to the side, revealing this immaculate puzzle of inked tattoos and battlefield scars that run along his body. You almost gape, aroused even further.
Flag then zips those jeans down next and you bite your lip. His bulge might be harder than anticipated this time.
Before he can even think of taking off his underwear, Rick is smart enough to grab a condom first and you smile when the nightstand drawer opens or closes.
“Are you ready? We can stop if you want.” Perching the bed with you, Rick smiles once more. looms over your body. He lines up with your soaked entrance after responsibly putting that condom on and you’ve wrapped both legs around his bare waist.
“Yes, Rick.” You consent with a grin of your own, wanting nothing more but for him to rest inside you.
“Okay.” Rick vows, staring into your eyes. Those hazels still pierce your soul right now.
Flag then reaches out and grips your hand, sliding into your core moments later. You’re thankful as pillows soften the way your hair falls back. Your own brows furrow in the name of bliss, overtaken by this moment in the dark with him now.
Even Rick nearly whimpers because of you. You clutch so tightly around his pulsing erection. He only held from taking you down at the bar as a gentleman. In and out. In and out. You cry, scream and pant, seemingly wanting him more and more
“Shit! You cry out loud once more and break first, spilling for him as sweat trickles down your perfect body. You’ve always looked beautiful to him, but tonight was different.
No hesitation. No anger. Just passion.
Rick follows your climax soon after, holding your hand even tighter than before and as his own warmth soon shoots into the condom.
His jaw slackens and those hazel eyes close right away because he can’t look at you again. Not yet.
“Hey,” Rick opens both eyes and looks downward to check in with you, whispering by the shell of your ear or smoothing back tresses of your own hair. “It’s me. It’s me. Are you all right, Darling?”
“Yeah. I’m okay.” You smile and look up towards him, still wrapping your legs around his waist.
Rick’s heart can settle down, even if you might not feel the same by morning.
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