#colonel rick flag fanfic

[blackbat05]

Different

Rick Flag x Reader

Plot: You were always at odds with a certain Colonel. Will Christmas change things?

Genre: PG-13, Colleagues/Neighbors/Enemies to Lovers (wow so many tropes in one haha) Christmas theme (again)

A/N: Big thanks to @the-slumberparty for letting me not forget my writing roots in times of writer’s slump/block! 2nd piece for sleepover event to hopefully end the year right. Enjoy and please reblog/comment!❤️

Prompt: “I never hated you. I just didn’t want you to know how much I liked you.”

***

“Motherfu-”

You yell in pain as the infirmary doctor at Belle Reve patches up your injuries. “Sorry, I wasn’t-”

The doctor waves away your apology nonchalantly. He brushes a strand of grey hair off his face before applying more iodine to the angry looking flesh on your knee. Hats off to him, he does quick and efficient work. The doctor sends you on your way with a month’s worth of painkillers and advice to rest.

“Thanks doc, but I don’t think that’s in Waller’s dictionary. At least not for us.”

He doesn’t refute your statement and simply prepares to see his next patient. Bag of medicine in hand, you limp to the office as quickly as you can. You want to get out of the penitentiary and lay in the comfort of your own bed.

You acknowledge Emilia and John who congratulate you on another successful mission. Even Amanda Waller, who you had to submit your report to despite being on the brink of death gives a subtle nod to the quick thinking that you displayed on the field. But knowing her, she probably was just happy that she could continue using her soldiers.

Including the ridiculously handsome Colonel who had marched into the shared office space, not sparing you a glance. He shoves his belongings into his bag and he is gone as quickly as he came.

You frown. You have no idea what’s his problem. Ever since your first day, it felt as if like he’s had it out for you. And the best part? For no good reason. He was civil with everyone. Everyone but you. He was downright rude and a jerk.

Emilia gives you an empathetic smile. The two of you leaned on each other, being one of the few females in an environment that wasn’t exactly sunshine and rainbows. She comforted you after Rick blew your head off for almost ruining the mission when all you did was to rescue two innocent children in the crossfire.

“Cheer up! At least it’ll be Christmas soon. Things will be different.” She says. “Any plans?”

You shake your head. “Not that I can think of. I’m just lucky that I survived this mission.” You sling your bag over your shoulder and bid them goodbye. Emilia was right, at least it was that time of the year. Maybe things will be different.

***

It looks like the doctor had clearly outdone himself. Your injuries were healing nicely and you could even step outside your house for a jog. Dressed in your running gear, you leave your apartment and step into the pleasantly cold weather.

Making your way round the block, you arrive back at your apartment. You think about what you wanted to do next with the treasured free time that you have. Perhaps you’ll order in from that Korean restaurant, pull out a Disney movie and be a couch potato for the rest of the day.

Yeah, that sounded excellent.

Deep in thought about what you should pick from the menu, you don’t notice that one of the stitches from your more severe wounds snap, causing a patch of red to blossom at the side of your stomach. The lift dings, signaling that this is your floor. Thank god no one saw you. They knew who you were but most of your neighbors were under the impression that you were an outdoor educator.

Clutching the side of your stomach, you willed yourself to take the steps forward needed to get to your door. Easy does it, you think. Unfortunately, your vision starts to spot and the floor starts to shake. This unnerves your usually calm demeanor as your breathing quickens. As if it was an eternity, you reach the door. All you needed to do was to get the keys, unlock the door and-

And…

***

You blink, shifting uncomfortably on the sofa. To be exact, your sofa.

How did you get inside? You can’t remember anything after the jog.

“You’re awake.” A familiar voice can be heard and a flop of messy blonde hair comes into vision. You don’t know how Rick Flag got into your house, let alone knew that you lived here.

“Rick?”

“Yeah, it’s me darlin.”

The name somehow wakes you up and you attempt to sit upright only for Rick to gently push you back down. “I just did your stitches for you. You don’t want to burst them again.” He tells you and your cheeks heat up. Rick did your stitches, which means he saw you- Stop it!

“How did you know where I lived? How did you even know I was coming back home?” You focus your attention on the important moments. “Are you stalking me? I could sue you for workplace harassment.”

Rick lets out a deep chuckle that has butterflies bursting in the pit of your stomach. “Yeah, you do that. Though I don’t think there’s any issue with me coming to this building seeing as it’s my home too.”

You let yourself process this. “Wait… you’re the neighbor from five-oh-two?” You wanted to mentally slap yourself in the face. No wonder Mrs Jenkins told you that neighbor five-oh-two was supposedly a private contractor. That he had weird, odd hours. That apparently you should have met him since you and him leave around the same time in the morning for work.

Rick smiles. “That’s me.”

You almost let your defenses down until you realized that it’s been eight months since you moved in here and you’ve met everyone on your level except one. Until now.

This reaffirms the fact that Rick Flag hates you for no good reason and has wants nothing to do with you outside work. Even if he is your neighbor. Fine. Two people can play that game.

“Thanks for fixing me up. I’m not sure why the stitch burst open but I’ll let Doctor Shaw know when I get back to work.”

Rick catches on to your sudden frostiness. His expression softens for a moment before it is replaced by the brooding look that you have grown so accustomed to. “Sure. Uh… have a good Christmas.”

That was oddly civil.

You nod stiffly, closing the door as he steps out your house.

You really need a glass of water.

***

Christmas. The time of jolly good cheer.

You walk down the shops that are adorned with bright lights and Christmas decorations, mood improving significantly.

Okay, the steak that you had for dinner also played a part in the great day that you had. You also decided to treat yourself, purchasing a lovely sweater. Bag in hand, you continue down the pavement. If only every day could be like this. Not throwing yourself into life or death situations, not having criminals as your field members, not having to deal with a tyrannical boss at work and most importantly…

Not having to see Rick Flag twenty-four seven.

Even if he may be disarmingly handsome and everything that you wanted.

A loud honk and bright flights come flashing at you and instead of ducking for cover, you stand there like a deer in headlights, as if waiting for the truck to hit you.

A hand reaches out and grabs you by the arm, pulling you back to safety where pedestrians continue on their way. You find yourself staring into the sea foam eyes of the Colonel who does not look pleased one bit. In fact, he looks positively seething with rage. Rage that was about to be directed at you.

“What were you thinking? Are you trying to get yourself killed?” He grips you by the shoulder tightly and you would have swatted his hands away if you weren’t still recovering from the shock of it all. “Are you injured anywhere? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?”

You shake your head slowly and Rick sighs with relief. Apparently, he only just realizes what he is doing and removes his hands as if like he had touched something that he shouldn’t have. This annoys you and is also enough to tip you over the edge.

“What’s your problem?”

Rick’s brows furrow in confusion before his face twists in disgust. “Is this how you thank someone for saving you from almost being hit by a one ton truck?”

“No, this is me asking if you have a problem with me.” You refuse to back down. “Because it’s either you pretend to be worried or save me from a ‘rookie’ mistake I made on the field and proceed to humiliate me publicly!” You raised your voice. “If you hate me, make it clear. I can’t do anything about work but I can make myself disappear when we’re outside.”

You proceed to turn around to be on your way when Rick holds you by the wrist. He hangs his head, surprisingly defeated by your words. You want to twist yourself out of his grasp, but his sad golden retriever appearance is making it very hard for you to be the villain here.

“Please,” Rick pleads. “Stay.”

An internal you battle, you relent and let him take you to a nearby cafe. He insists on getting you something, so you order a simple hot chocolate to calm your nerves. You remain silent, waiting for what the Colonel has to say.

“I’m sorry.”

You cock your head to the side, unsure if you were hearing things after that truck almost ran you over.

“I didn’t mean to do all of that.” Rick starts. “It was unprofessional and very unlike me. It was just that-” He inhales deeply.

“When I see you throwing yourself in danger or being in danger… my mind stops working. I’m so scared that one day, things will go wrong and I’m left alone again.” He grips the handle of his mug tightly.

“Remember when you saved those two children?”

“How could I forget?”

“You were amazing for that. You were fearless and brave. That’s what I wanted to tell you. But my fear became the better of me and I hurt you instead.” Rick recounts bitterly.

“I never hated you. I just didn’t want you to know how much I liked you.”

Rick can’t bring himself to look at your reaction. Perhaps a peek and he sees that your mouth is hanging open slightly. Oh, he’s done it. He’s really blown this to bits. Perhaps he can file in a transfer when he gets to work - yeah, as if Waller would allow that. Perhaps death would be the best option.

“Then say it.”

Rick stares at you, dumbfounded. A small smile is etched on your lips. “Say it you big dummy.” You laugh this time and his heart skips a beat.

“Okay, maybe I’ll say it first. Get the ball rolling hm?” You add playfully, enjoying the look on his face. “I lo- oof!”

Rick knocks his chair over from standing up to fast as he makes his way to you, engulfing you in a big and warm embrace. You freeze but only momentarily before melting into his hug that smelled like cinnamon.

“I love you Y/N Y/S/N.” He says breathlessly before giving you what was possibly the most mind shattering kisses that you ever had.

The Christmas lights start to dance around each other and the music in the cafe plays a slow jazz song. People trickle in and out for a nice warm drink and you are content with how Christmas has played out today.

Christmas could be different after all.

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[loverhymeswith]

Say You Want Me and I'm Yours

Pairing: Rick Flag x F!Reader

Summary: A prequel to Nothing Will Ever be the Same

Word Count: 3.6K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You should get that checked out."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Because you don't listen."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That makes two of you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What you really mean is don't stop now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Touch me, Rick."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Darlin'..."

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

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

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[giowritess]

thinkin about rick flag.

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

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

lemme know your thoughts ❤️‍🔥

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[scandinavianfairytale]

In my mind

Pairing: Rick Flag x Reader

Warnings: 18+, cursing, alcohol consumption, horniness all around 🙈, mastrubation (m & f), mentions of oral (f receiving), bodily fluids, toys, overstimulation, squirting, description of fantasies (oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (please wear a condom - STDs are no joke!!), rough sex, groping, teasing, creampie)

The room of the pizza place was filled to the brim. The cheery and funny waiter had some issues getting around the tables to gather the orders. Rick was enjoying his well deserved beer and catching up with his friends after the long and final mission. He was unaware of who was sitting a feet away from him.

You've been working for the company around 6 months and the renewal of your contract was coming up. When your coworkers invited you for a "team-building" you gladly accepted, as you were already quite fond of them. They picked the famous pizza place in the center of the city, since they had the best pizza in town.

After drinking the first two rounds of double whiskeys and separate lemonades while waiting for the pizza, you walked to the toilets when in the window reflection you noticed none other than your ex-friend.

"Rick fucking Flag." You yelled as you spun around, making him choke on his beer.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." Rick stood up from his seat, marching up to you and pulling you into a bear hug, holding you so strongly and lifting you off the ground.

"What brings you home?" He asked as he finally let you go.

"A job." You said looking at the big table full of the people you've grown close to in the past half a year. "I think I might stay this time." You smiled as you met his eyes again.

"I find that hard to believe." He murmured and smirked.

"Well we'll see, I still have three days to decide. What about you? Back from another mission?"

"The last one. I'm retiring."

"Now that's what I find hard to believe." You giggled.

"Best believe it. I made Colonel and I'm done with it."

"Congrats, I know that's the rank you wanted since I met you years ago. But what do you plan to do now?"

"I don't know. We'll see." Rick met your eyes and suddenly you realized how stuffy the room was and how good Rick smelled and how close he was to you. Excusing yourself and finally going to the bathroom you fanned yourself and hoped you didn't sweat too much.

After returning to the table you mingled a little with your coworkers and Rick throughout the night, before finally deciding to call it quits. Rick saw you off and just as you turned away, you turned back to him planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

"It was really good seeing you again, Rick." Smiling you slipped him your business card and walked away.

~Rick~

As the front door closed behind him, Rick let out a big exhale. He couldn't get you off his mind. He fished your business card out of his front jeans pocket and remembered how your hand grazed his thigh. His body twitched.

"I think I'm going to stay this time." Replayed in his mind as he stripped out of his clothes. What was the reason for this? He wanted to ask you so many things.

The water hit his chest and he sighed in content. He was hoping the cold shower might cool him down, but he couldn't get you out of his head and the more he thought about you the more the urge was growing. He wanted to touch you, to feel you, to hear you. His cock twitched as he remembered your red lips, the way your hand clasped his bicep as you laughed - a trait that seemed to have stuck with you. Rick sighed as he gave into his urge and his hand wrapped around his standing member, tugging at it.

"Fuck." He cursed, slamming his hand on the tiles as he shuddered, thinking about you on your knees or on his bed...anywhere, as long as he could unwrap you, explore you and worship you just as you deserved.

His hand sped up, his wet hair stuck to his forehead, teasing at the corners of his eyes, but all he could focus on was his fantasy of you. He groaned as he remembered how you threw your head back as you laughed. And he could picture you, on top of him, throwing your head back, pleading him for your release as his hands explored your curves.

"God...I wanna feel you so fucking bad..." Rick cursed again, smearing the precum all over his length, providing extra lubrication. He imagined the stains your lipstick would leave on his cock as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft. How your hair would feel in his fist as he forced your head down his cock, feeling your throat constricting around him as you struggled to breathe. How you'd sound with your mouth full of cock as he breached your throat.

"Shit." He moaned. He could almost hear you.

His cock was begging for release, but Rick wasn't done daydreaming and he released himself, panting heavily and laughed at himself for robbing himself of that high. Even though his hands weren't gripping his member anymore, his hips still moved as his body hasn't caught up to his mind and chased the sweet promised orgasm. His while body was shuddering from being denied that bliss. But he imagined your mischievous smirk, the one you always somehow tended to carry on your lips, and he knew if you'd have him in your mouth you'd take the peak away from him.

Leaning his forehead on the cool tile, panting his fantasy continued playing - he could still remember how your pussy tasted even after so many years. How you threw your head back as you came in his mouth. He still beat himself up for stopping the progression of the interaction, but at the time all he wanted was to show you how you should be treated. He didn't think either of you had the capacity for long distance relationship.

His cock throbbed as he thought about being in between your legs, his guiding your hand to his hair and you taking rains - bucking your hips, tugging at his hair. His hand returned to his cock, his fingers playing at the tip, stroking himself, imagining how deep he'd be able to reach you. The sounds you'd make as he fucked you as you're supposed to be fucked. He'd be rougher, especially after you'd deny his his peak. He started fisting himself quicker, squeezing a bit more as he pictured you nearing your release, how your walls would squeeze him and he groaned, his eyes slamming shut as he thought about the euphoria you'd both feel when you'd cum.

His load shot at the shower wall, oozing down the tiles and he panted deeply, his whole body shaking in pleasure. He pictured how your puffy pussy would look after a thorough fucking, leaking his seed as he came in you.

As Rick calmed down, he chuckled to himself and shut off the shower. Toweling his hair he walked to the business card he left on the bed and sent you a message, throwing his phone on the bed and inhaled deeply.

It was now or never.

~The other side of the city~

Your coworker and new friend pointed out the chemistry you shared with the mysterious man, the Colonel Rick Flag. You honestly thought you were over the crush you had on him, but then you saw him tonight and you were back in your dorm, with Rick between your legs after that truth or dare party that fot out of hand and you confessed that none of your exes ever went down on you.

You shook your head, as if trying to shake the thought of him. But it was so good to talk to him, he still smelled the same...closing your eyes you remembered the closeness of him in the restaurant. There was nowhere else to go, but his warmness radiated from him, wrapping around you, intoxicating you.

You couldn't resist it any longer, your heart was beating fast, your body was too hot and there was a need burning inside of you. Climbing in the shower to wash away the day, your thighs rubbed together, as your body tried finding some sort of friction. The second your soap covered hand came into contact with your sex, your resolve crumpled and you grabbed the shower head. Upping the pressure of the water, you positioned the head where you needed it the most and at first contact of the pressured water stream with your engorged clit you moaned loudly, slamming back at the tile, seeking support. Your other hand grabbed at your right nipple as you thought back to Rick eating you out. How he maneuvered your hand in his hair and one of his hands pawed at your tits.

"Fuck..." You cursed as you came, but weren't satisfied. Your hips bucked into the shower head, but you got no reprieve from the insatiable need that was driving you insane.

But then you remembered your rabbit vibrator...

Rushing out of the shower, you dried your skin and made a beeline to your bedside table where you fished out your trusted pleasure companion. Your pussy clenched as you awaited that first touch. Sitting on your knees and opening them you turned on the vibrator and breached your walls.

"Oh God..." You moaned as your hips took over and you started humping the vibrator. You haven't felt so needy in a long time.

You remembered when you touched him, how hard his muscles are and you imagined how good he'd feel as you'd climb on top of him, slamming him back on the bed. The groan he'd definitely let out when you'd finally sunk down on his cock. Throwing your head back as another orgasm washed over you.

"Good girl." Rick said as you came in his mouth so many years ago.

"Fuck...Rick, why?" You whined as you felt the vibrations deep inside of yourself. You just knew Rick would let you take control at least in the beginning. Gyrating your hips you thought about how his hands would wander and squeeze around your body. Simulating his wandering hands your free hand explored your body. You shivered as your fingertips gently traced your skin, moaning his name again.

You imagined how Rick would lose his patience as your bouncing turned to rocking and he'd bend his knees, getting the upper hand on you, taking over control. Leaning back on your hand, stepping on your toes to have better access, you started slamming the vibrator in and out of your slick.

"Oh God, I can't..." You whined as your poor pussy clenched around the vibrator, your clit abused as never before, yet the desire for completion was still there and you were so so so close.

You could feel your heartbeat thumping in your sex as the blood rushed to that spot. You thought about how he would flip you around and push your head into the pillows, grip your hips with bruising strength and bring you both to orgasm. His hand would sneak around your hips and rubbed at your clit, his hips speeding up and they'd falter as he'd cum in you, shooting his load into you, never letting go of your clit, until you'd explode around him, clenching around him.

Yelling out your release, the liquid shot out of you as you squirted right on your bedsheets. You fell back on the bed, your abdomen muscles trembled as the vibrator still buzzed inside of you and you panted completely exhausted, your body literally shaking from the aftershocks of the mind blowing orgasm.

After turning off the vibrator, cleaning yourself and changing the bed, you changed into your PJs and went to set the alarm for tomorrow.

It was good seeing you again. Can I buy you a drink tomorrow and catch up properly? - Rick

Embarrassment enveloped you, as you thought about what you were doing when he texted you. Face palming, you wanted the Earth to swallow you full...

Would 8pm work for you?

You shut off your phone and immediately felt the need rising again and you knew you'd need another session like this again if you were going to make it through drinks without pouncing on him in the middle of a bar.

Thank you for reading! 🙈🙈🙈

The GIF is not mine belongs to the amazing creator 🙏😊

I said to myself I wouldn't write smut as I'm not really good at it and yet here we are, my third smut fic 😅🙈

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Admittance Is the First Step (Rick Flag x F!Reader)

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Requested by @11thstreetvigilante : “What you see in me is what I want to see in myself” with Rick? ❤️

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, language, talk of death ideation, Rick is depressed, reader is in love, angst with happy ending

Word Count: 1.4k

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Rick grimaces as he chugs the drink down, setting the empty glass on the bar and signaling for the tender to fill it up for the fifth time. It’s nine o'clock on a Tuesday and he could swear that he’s the only one in the bar save for the local prostitute hanging out in the back.

“Thought I would find you here,” you set your bag down on the counter as you slide into the seat next to Rick, placing an order for a gin and tonic to the bartender who immediately gets to work on the drink. “Thought you would be heading home by now.”

“Can’t.” Rick doesn’t miss the way you cock your head to the side, confusion written all over your face but with him not providing any more details you decide not to press the issue. It’s always like this whenever he comes home from a mission. He will put the prisoners back in their cell, finish up whatever report he needed to do for Waller and then drink away his sorrows immediately after, which has led to many late night phone calls for you to pick him up, except this time he didn’t call, it was a gut feeling.

Sighing, you scroll through your phone in silence. On the nights like tonight where he’s locked himself up in a bar, he typically doesn’t do much talking and you know he would rather drink in quietness than in noise and you can’t say you blame him, after all, some down time is definitely needed after dealing with people like Digger Harkness and Harley Quinn.

Rick will never admit it, but he doesn’t want to be sitting in silence. He wants to be able to talk to you, tell you all about the mission as you lend an ear where he can talk to you honestly and without the ears of Waller and her lackeys. He doesn’t know why he trusts you as much as he does, afterall, anybody who works for Waller obviously does not care for their life, but for some reason, Rick feels like he can trust you with anything. Maybe it’s because you’re always there to patch him up after a mission gone south, or maybe it’s the way that you’ll stay with him in the darkest parts of the night when he can’t sleep, or maybe it’s the way you have always said positive things to him in an attempt to soothe him.

“Lost 4 people today.” The words are quiet and if the bar was noisy, you probably wouldn’t have heard them, but you did and your heart drops. One of the many things that you love about Rick is that even though all those felons have committed several heinous crimes against humanity, he still showed them human kindness despite the rest of the prison staff treating them like scum. “Could’ve been avoided if I had only listened to Waller instead of my own gut.” Rick picks up the glass and drinks the amber liquid in a second. If it burned going down, he made no notion of it. “I should’ve listened.”

“You took a risk, Rick. Not all of them are going to pay off, but you got the remainder of the team back to safety and you got yourself to safety and that’s the most important thing.”

Rick scoffs as he leans forward on the bar counter top, turning his head to the side and eyeing you up and down, dressed in your normal clothes. “You know, sometimes I wish I don’t make it back at all. I sometimes wish that I’ll die or be kidnapped on a mission just so I don’t have to face everybody after another failed mission.” The admittance stops your heart. Sure Rick gets depressed after missions, it’s hard not to, but you have never heard him say that he “wishes to die”, not once, not ever.

“You take those words back. You have no clue how much you mean to these prisoners.” To me, you think to yourself as he rolls his eyes and glances down at the empty glass, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth as he muses over his words.

“What would even happen if I die? Pretty sure Waller would find someone to cover my spot and that’s that. Would anyone even shed a tear? I work day and night, I go home to an empty apartment, I have no one in my life that I care to share joy with. I mean I have been living at the prison so much that the only thing in my fridge is a case of beer and pizza from two weeks ago.”

Holding the tears at bay, you slip out of your seat and slip your arms around his waist, nuzzling your face into his back as you sniffle. How can he really not notice the way you care for him? How can he not notice the way he makes life for the prisoners so much better? “You’re so fucking stupid, Richard.”

Rick freezes in his chair. “Excuse me?” He turns around in your grasp as you let go of him, crossing your arms across your chest as if you’re hugging yourself. 

“How the fuck can you not notice how much you mean to the squad?”

“They don’t care about me. They only care about getting time off their sentences.” You shake your head in disagreement, wiping tears out of your eyes as Rick raises an eyebrow. Why is she crying?

“Rick, stop kidding yourself, you know that’s not true. Think about all the times they have gone back for you because they know you would go back for them. Even though they’re assholes, they adore you. But beside the point, how the fuck can you not notice how much you mean to me?” All is quiet in the bar as the bartender and prostitute watch on in entertainment and in curiosity as to what’s going on. “I love you, Rick. I love your smile, I love your eyes, I love your voice, I love the way you command people, I love your terrible terrible jokes, I love the way you doodle on my notebook periodically even if I can’t make out what it is sometimes. I love the way you help others, I love the way you put yourself on the line for innocents, I love the way you don’t let people talk shit about your squad, I love the way you trust me enough to open up about your day, I love the way you allow yourself to be vulnerable around me, and I really love the way you’re yourself when you’re around me. I love you, Rick Flag, and I am not going to let you talk about wanting to ‘die’ or wanting to be ‘kidnapped’ because if something happened to you, I just know I would not survive.”

Rick doesn’t make a comment on your monologue and a little part of your mind is eating away in denial that he’ll return the feelings. Rick’s lip twitches upward for a second as he looks to the floor, finding his shoes all of the sudden fascinating as he takes in your words. He supposes he’s always known about your feelings, but now with them out in the open, he knows that he feels the same way about you. “What you see in me is what I want to see in myself.”

Your eyes soften as you take a step forward, unlocking your arms as they fall to your side awkwardly, not knowing really what to do with them as a thought pops into your mind. “Then let me show you. Move in with me.”

“What?”

“Move in with me. I have plenty of space at my house. That way you will always be able to come home to a warm, inviting house with a warm meal cooked for you, so that you’re not living off cheap beer and stale pizza. Let me show you just how much I adore you. Let me help you start to believe that about yourself, because Rick, you are so much more than you think. Please let me show you that.”

“I’d take her up on her offer,” the bar tender quips, polishing a glass as the prostitute listens in with eagerness as Rick hangs his head. She does have a point, you could use somebody like her in your life. You could use a companion outside the office.”

“Ok. I’ll move in with you, and (Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

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Author’s Note: Basically just a love letter to our Colonel.

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Rick Flag in TF universe

* Rick replaces Tom for me, but uses his own name, he’s in Toms place.

Drabbles

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Just don’t let go (featured)

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[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Some people think that a movie can’t change your life. I say it can and, sometimes, not how you would expect.

Exactly one year ago today, a movie was released that changed my life in immeasurable ways. To most people, it was just another of the countless superhero movies that had been released over the last 20 years or so. And at the time, I thought so too. As entertaining, funny, and surprisingly heartfelt as it was, The Suicide Squad probably would have soon faded from the forefront of my mind except for one thing: Colonel Rick Flag.

Having just seen the original Suicide Squad for the first time the night before, I had pretty much written him off in my mind as a character. Yet from the moment he stepped onto the screen in that black tact suit and charming smile, I was smitten. And every scene with him just made my love for the character grow. Until…..

At the time, it was still in the middle of lockdown so I had watched the movie in my living room alone instead of seeing it in theaters with friends like I normally would. But I wanted so badly to talk to others about the film and to get more Rick content that I knew was never going to come. So, I did something I had never done before. I went looking for fanfics. Before that moment, I had never given reading fanfic a chance. Instead, I was usually content with just making up my own stories with canon characters in my head (the irony of which is not lost on me).  But I needed more than that this time, so I ventured into the hellscape known as tumblr. And I have never looked back.

Soon I was devouring fics, drabbles, HCs, anything I could get my hands on for this movie. Then, I quickly expanded my search to other characters, other movies, other fandoms. But Rick never left my mind. And about a month later, I got the idea for my first fic (which would eventually become Bleeding Heart (Part One)). It wasn’t the first fic I wrote out nor the first fic I posted. Yet it was the one that sparked the fire in me to actually give this a try myself. And I am so glad I did.

One fic turned into two which turned into five which turned into countless more. And while there were many characters I was writing for, Rick always remained a constant. And writing for Rick soon led me to the biggest change of all. It led me to those who I now consider some of the most important people in my life. People who love me flaws and all. People who are there for me on my bad days just as much as they are there for me on my good days. People who I sadly don’t know if I will ever get to meet in person, but who mean more to me than some people I have known irl for years. I have grown as a person, as a writer, and as a friend because of these people and I can never accurately thank them or tell them what they mean to me, though I will never stop trying.

My life changed forever exactly one year ago today all because of a movie. A stupid, gory, hilarious, heartfelt comic book movie with a man in a yellow bunny t-shirt and a cowboy hat. And I will never forget it.

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The Monster Inside Me

Pairing: Rick Flag x Reader 

Summary: Rick doesn’t see you as the monster you think you are and he makes sure to prove it to you.  

Warnings: angst/fluff, weapons, violence, cursing 

A/N: This is my very first Rick Flag fic and to say I’m nervous to post it, is an understatement. I’ve been eager to write something for him as soon as I saw the movie, but too scared to actually do it. This is a completely new universe for me to be writing for (I usually do Marvel), but I’ve loved DC for a long time, so I’m excited to see where it leads! 

I hope this fic isn’t complete trash and any feedback is appreciated :)

Your life wasn’t always this way. Stuck in prison, meeting friends through the bars of your cell, sacrificing your life on suicidal missions only to reduce your sentence by ten years. 

You’re sick of this shit and yet, you find yourself in another mess with none other than Task Force X, or more crudely, The Suicide Squad. You’d never admit it out loud, but the only reason you continue to sign up for these death wishes is to look out for the Colonel himself, Mr. Rick Flag. 

If only he could look at you as something other than the monster you’re destined to always be. 

“Y/N? You with us?” 

That southern drawl pulls you from your thoughts and you’re met with the sight of the man in question, dressed in that laughable, a size too small, excuse of a shirt. 

A fake smile is all you give him before downing your drink. He watches you intently over the rim of his own glass of beer, ripping you open with each second that passes. 

“I got ‘em.” DuBois stands suddenly, his drink long forgotten as he struts over to your soon to be prisoner: The Thinker. 

You watch as Rick focuses on DuBois, more than likely waiting to see if any backup is needed. 

A minute goes by and you’re still watching Rick, until his gaze focuses back on you. His long fingers curl around the front of his cowboy hat as he tips it in your direction. “Wanna dance?” 

For you? I’d do anything. 

But instead of saying what you’re really thinking, you grab his outstretched hand. “I thought you’d never ask.” 

Rick grins as you guide him towards the dance floor. You’re unsure if he even knows how to dance and-

Oh.

His arms snake around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. His hips rotate into yours, each thrust a shot to your aching core. 

“You know I begged Waller to ask you on this mission.” His mouth is dangerously close to your ear, his words running through your head and taking claim of your mind. 

Turning around, you rest your palms on his wide chest. “What? Why?” 

His face turns serious as he looks down at you, his large frame towering over you, hiding you from everyone else. Protecting you. 

“I had a feeling this one was going to go downhill fast. Didn’t wanna leave this world without having you by my side one last time.” 

You go numb to everything around you. Maybe you had a little too much to drink. Or, maybe you’re dreaming, asleep back on the bus. Whatever it is, there’s no possible way for this man to mean what he just said. There has to be an explanation for it. There-

“Everyone stop what you’re doing! We have reason to believe there are wanted Americans here, so we need you all to pull out your passports. Now!” 

You look past Rick’s arm to see a small army of Corto Maltese guards in front of the entrance. Rick shares a look with DuBois from across the room, before pulling you up next to him. 

“Just follow my lead,” he whispers to you, his eyes searching yours for confirmation. As you watch Cleo and Polka-Dot man exit through the back with The Thinker, you slowly nod your head. 

“I’m the one you’re looking for!” DuBois announces, his voice booming over the crowd. Immediately, the guards are on him, guiding him outside. 

“Me too!” Rick yells before gesturing towards you and Peacemaker. “The three of us are!” 

As you wait for the guards to reach you, Rick sends you a quick wink. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I won’t let anything happen to you.” 

You hold onto his words as you’re dragged outside and thrown into a heavily armed truck. 

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Sandwiched between Rick and DuBois, you stare blankly ahead at the guard sitting across from you. He smiles at you and goosebumps form on your skin, the fear of the unknown settling in. 

What the fuck is the plan? And, why is Rick’s hand reaching for mine?

Handcuffed behind your back, you can’t see Rick’s hand, but you feel it settle against yours, his warm skin soothing you as his thumb rubs circles into your palm.

He shoots you a look, trying to tell you not to worry. Your heart beat slows instantly, relieved that they must at least have a plan. 

Next to you, DuBois leans over for a cigarette, a guard placing it in his mouth and lighting it for him. 

Settling back against the wall, DuBois scans over the faces of the four guards in the truck. 

“Death’s Touch.” 

The guard across from him raises an eyebrow. “What?” 

DuBois glances at the rest of you before explaining. “The one move takedown. Kills someone in seconds.” 

Oh. You see where this is going now. 

The guard laughs while rolling his eyes. “You’d have to have perfect timing and-

The four of you launch forward, each of you slamming your head into your respective guard. You groan, the impact creating a steady throb in your forehead. Rick grabs your hands, using a key to unlock your handcuffs. When they fall to the floor, you rub your wrists. 

“What now?” 

Peacemaker answers your question as he picks up one of the guard’s guns, using the butt of it to smash the dividing window. Shooting the driver, you feel the truck swerve under your feet, causing you to sway to the side. Rick grabs your waist before you can fall to the floor, securing you tightly against his chest. 

“I’ve got you.” 

The truck moves all over the road as Peacemaker slams the other driver’s head against the divider, the sound of breaking bones echoing in the back. 

A loud horn erupts in the distance and when you peek through the smashed glass, you see a tractor trailer heading your way. 

“Peacemaker!” 

Your scream snaps him out of his kill stupor and he looks up, hurriedly trying to grab the steering wheel and turn you to safety. 

It’s too late though. 

The left doors slam into the trailer, sending your truck over the guardrail and tumbling down the hill.  

Rick keeps a harsh grip on you as you’re all thrown into the wall, over and over again. 

When the truck finally comes to a stop at the bottom of the hill, you’re on top of Rick, his hand securely placed against the back of your head. 

His eyes slowly open, raking over your body to check for injuries. After only seeing a few cuts and bruises, his attention focuses back on your face. “You okay?” 

You give him a reassuring smile. “Never better.” 

His smile matches yours as one of his hands caresses your cheek. “That’s what I like to hear.”

Above you is DuBois, his arms crossed over his chest as he stares down at you. “You two done now?” 

Clearing your throat, you and Rick quickly jump up, avoiding each other’s eyes. 

“Yup,” you squeak out. 

“All ready,” Rick says, scratching the back of his neck. 

DuBois looks at the both of you before grunting. “For fuck’s sake,” he mumbles, walking away to open up the truck’s back doors. 

Rick grins at you before turning around and following DuBois outside. 

You wait a couple seconds for your heartbeat to settle. This is going to be a long mission.

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Next stop, operation save Harley. It’s a solid plan, involving Cleo and Polka-Dot man to keep watch, while you, Rick, and DuBois scale the inside. Peacemaker is nestled in a nearby bell tower, gun positioned to kill any possible threat. 

Once inside, the nearby gunshots urge you to break into a sprint, desperate to get to the person you consider your best friend. 

Rick and DuBois are right behind you, watching your back as you focus on the stretch in front of you. 

Reaching the main room, you’re met with a bloodbath, Harley fighting off five guards with fifteen others closing in on her. There’s already six dead guards lining the floor. 

“Harley!” You yell as you pull out your weapons, a gun in one hand, knife in the other. 

“Y/N!” Harley yells back, a wide smile gracing her face. “So happy to see ya! Wouldn’t wanna kill these idiots with anyone else!” As she stabs a guard in the throat, she laughs. “This is going to be so fun!” She dodges a bullet before gesturing towards you. “That one’s crazier than I am. Better watch out!”

Stealing a quick look at Rick over your shoulder, you silently communicate that him and DuBois aren’t needed for this. But, you also plead. 

Please go away. I don’t want you to see me like this. 

Letting out a deep breath, you rush forward and from there, it’s full mayhem. The same chaos as when you were an assassin, killing anything and everything for a wad of cash. 

This time is the same, except now, there’s no money waiting for you at the end. Just a disappointed man who you so desperately want to have as your lover. 

Shooting off a few bullets, you successfully strike three guards in the head, instantly killing them. You throw the gun to the floor, not bothering to use the remaining four bullets. 

Instead, you grip your knife tightly in your hand. Two guards rush to your right side and you swipe out, slashing both of them in the throats. As another guard heads towards you from the left, you throw the knife, the sharp end of it finding a home in the center of his forehead. 

Out of weapons, you look to Harley, who gestures towards a spear that’s resting against a nearby wall. “It’s all yours, puddin’!”

Running towards it, you snatch it up and jump onto the wall, pushing off of it to drive the spear into three oncoming guard’s chests in one motion. 

Pulling the spear back out, you smash the blunt end of it into another guard, his head bursting upon contact. 

Five more to go. 

Tired of the spear, you throw it onto the ground and rush at a guard, jumping up at the last second to wrap your thighs around his throat. As the guard claws at your thighs, you snap his neck, forcing his body backwards to knock into another guard. 

As they fall, you jump off the guard’s shoulders to roll onto the floor, quickly regaining your footing. Spotting a nearby bow, you run to pick it up before aiming it at the three remaining guards. You shoot off three arrows in quick succession, hitting each one square in the chest. 

After they fall down, you toss the bow onto the floor. Doing a quick sweep of the area, you finally notice all the bodies. All the blood. 

Harley’s standing across the room, a proud smile present on her face. But you… you want to cry. 

I can’t turn around and look at him. Not now. Not after all this. 

A comforting hand rests on your shoulder and you don’t even have to check to know it’s the man you’re scared of confronting. 

“Out of all my years with you on this team, that’s gotta be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

What the fuck?

Whipping around, you stare at the small grin on his face. “You think that was… hot?”

Shrugging his shoulders, he gestures towards the bodies on the floor. “All these men have killed hundreds. Men. Women. Children. They deserved what was coming to ‘em.”

“I’ve killed hundreds.” Your voice is barely a whisper. 

“I know. You forget I’ve looked over your file.” 

Nodding your head, you look towards the ground in defeat. Of course he knows. 

He cups your chin, tilting your face back up to look at him. “And every kill was well deserved.” 

You can’t help but gasp in shock, disbelief coursing through you. “You think my actions were justified?” 

He leans down until his face is only a few inches from yours. “Every damn one.” 

You search his eyes, looking for any ounce of a lie. You find none. “How can you say that?” 

“Y/N, they were all awful. Abusive towards their wives and children. Murdered more people than you can imagine. You did everyone a favor.” 

You’ve never wanted to kiss anyone more in your entire life. “I thought you saw me as a monster.”

“I could never.” He moves his hand to your cheek, his other hand on your waist. “Quite the opposite, actually. You’re my angel.”

His words settle deep in your stomach, blossoming out like a tree. Affecting you everywhere. 

“I am?” 

“Always. You’re my light in this fucking shit hole.” 

A laugh escapes you as you grab his arm, squeezing his bicep. “I only go on these missions to make sure you get back alive.”

And, there it is. The one honest truth that you’ve been hiding for years. Out in the open. 

Rick smiles, a full smile that reaches up to his eyes. “I’d say we’re both crazy for each other then.” 

Leaning in further, your lips brush lightly against his. “Looks to be that way.” 

“Then I guess you won’t mind me doing this.”

As his lips meet yours in a bruising kiss, you hear Harley gasp behind you. 

“Aw, my two favorite people! Y’all are so fuckin’ cute, I wanna just rip your faces off!” 

You and Rick pull apart, both chuckling at Harley.

“Thanks, Harls,” you say, grinning over at her. 

In the corner, DuBois scoffs. “Fuckin’ finally.” Looking over at him, you see the faintest hint of a smile on his face. 

“Appreciate it, DuBois,” Rick says, pulling you into his side. He looks down at you, nothing but adoration in his eyes. “We can pick this up later.” 

“Can’t wait.” You wink at him and DuBois groans, walking out of the room while shaking his head.

Rick laughs and gestures towards the exit with a tilt of his head. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s get out of here.” 

You grab his hand, interlocking your fingers as you walk out of the building. 

Harley skips behind the two of you, humming to herself the entire way. “My new favorite couple! How exciting!” 

You and Rick share a look as he gives your hand a small squeeze. 

DuBois was right. Fucking finally. 

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[loverhymeswith]

Nothing Will Ever Be the Same

Pairing: Rick Flag x F!Reader

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

Word Count: 1.4K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"If it's Pissmaker-"

"It isn't."

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

"Rick."

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

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

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

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

"It can wait." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[samantha-rae-velcher]

Soldier boy

Rick Flag x reader

Requested by: @the-ice-frozen-ground-red-rose

Warnings: fluff, smut, swearing, violence.

A/n: (700+)....🤝🤜🤛🤙

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Behold the voice of God, he said....

We're going to do something that'll get you killed, he said....

Cut and run and I'll blow your head off, he said....

IT'LL BE DANGEROUS, HE SAID....

Y/n couldn't keep her thoughts to herself anymore..

"We're walking down fuckin main street! Where is the action!? You said we'd get killed!?" She yelled. "I don't see us getting killed, Flag!"

Rick pointed a gun at her head, she glared in response..."You wanna die? It'll come sooner than you think."

A big crash came from the building behind her, about thirty black creatures came barreling out in attack mode.

"Here's your action, baby girl."

She turned and ran right into the hurd of monsters, everyone stopped shooting and watched Y/n take them all out.

"Fuckin witch." One of the soldiers said.

"Hex." Y/n corrected.

Rick smirked and rubbed the back of his neck, they continued on down the street. Flag and Y/n occasionally glancing at each other. Finally he grabbed her arm and let everyone go ahead of them. He crashed his lips to hers and slammed her into a car.

"You're gonna be a good girl aren't you?" He asked.

"Y-yes, Colonel."

He gripped the back of her neck and captured her lips again. Y/n hooked her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

"Yeah you need this don't you?" He whispered.

She could feel his hardened cock through his trousers. He held her hips and ground into her, she let out a soft moan and trailed kisses down his neck.

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Digger and Chato looked back...

"Oi, where's Soldier boy and Y/n?" Boomer asked.

Everybody turned, there was no sign of them.

"Oh they probably went off to take care of more of these things." DQ said.

He pulled out his walkie, clicking the button he said...

"Hey Rick? Where did you and Hex-agon go?"

There was at first static then Ricks voice came on...

"All good, Y/n thought she saw something. We're checking it out. Go on ahead, we'll catch up."

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Rick thrusted hard into her gripping her hair, she looked deep into his brown eyes and saw nothing but pure lust.

"I'm gonna cum, Rick." She whimpered.

"Cum for me baby, cum for your colonel."

She let go and spread her juices over his cock, Rick thrusted into one last time hard, and covered her mouth to silence her moans as best he could.

"Holy fuck." He groaned into her shoulder. "We gotta catch up to them, but I ain't done with you yet."

THE END ❤️

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[scandinavianfairytale]

Flames

Pairing: Rick Flag x Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, namely unprotected sex (use protection because STDs are no joke), shower sex, creampie, feeling up, groping, fingering, bit of roughness I guess, little spoilers for the movie Suicide squad 2, implied injuries, Rick breaks down, mentions of dark elements (related to the movie), implied teammates deaths 😬

You were trying not to panic as another day turned into night and Rick was still missing. The situation was normal, but your gut was telling you that something was askew.

As the steam from the shower started fogging the mirror you entered it and sighed happily as the hot water hit your tense muscles. This was a sure way to relax you and you took full advantage the little secluded shower offered. You have always been like this - water calmed you down.

The sound of the shower opening and closing softly pulled you out of your trans.

"You're back." You hummed softly and were about to turn around, but Rick's hands stopped you.

"Please don't." You barely recognized your boyfriend's voice. He sounded defeated, broken. The urge to turn around and console him was that much bigger, but he leaned his increasingly wet hair on top of yours. "I don't want you to see me like this." He whispered into your hair. You reached for his hand and squeezed in assurance.

"I just need to feel you." Rick's hands traced your curves and even with the hot shower a shiver ran through you. He was never much of a talker, but this lack of words worried you. All you wanted to do was to touch him...

His rough fingers grabbed at your soft skin, touching everything they could and when you finally felt his body press into you, you felt his lips as well.

A moan escaped you as he finally touched you where you missed his the most. Putting your hands in front of yourself for leverage, you leaned yourself into his hands and body, feeling him again after three long weeks.

"Fuck, I missed you, baby." You threw your head onto his shoulder as Rick plunged two fingers into you. His other hand wss around your belly, holding you up as your hips started gyrating into his hand, but you couldn't help yourself, you missed his touch, his smell...him.

Rick observed and listened to your unraveling and just as you were about to explode for the first time in three weeks, he pulled his fingers out. The frustrated and disappointed whine that left your mouth made him chuckle. You're not empty for too long and as he finally plunged into you in one quick and hard thrust you both moaned.

"I'm home, baby." Rick kissed your pulse point and kept still, relishing in you, but all you wanted was for him to just fuck you raw.

"Rick, please...please move. I need-need to feel you." You reached behind you, grabbing his ass and that's all he really needed before he was bending your torso so your head rested on the cold tiles and gripped your hips so hard you let out a little squeak.

You could feel your heartbeat in your ears and Rick's spend slowly ooze out of your hole. His hand was still planted just next to yours and he watched your puffy center he was just balls deep in a mere two minutes ago.

You moved once more to turn around and once again Rick stopped you. "Rick...please I just want to see you." You sobbed. This was the first time in five years he had been like this - the first time he actually scared you. He let you go and you finally saw his face.

His head hung low, but you could see how much damage was done as you took in his whole body. But...

He was still your Rick.

You carefully cupped his face, softly tracing the unharmed areas. Rick watched you worryingly, you could see how scared he was, but you didn't know of what. Slowly you brought your lips to his and planted one soft, loving kiss on his lips. Just as you were about to leave him, Rick grabbed the back of your head and brought you back in, kissing you deeply.

After a proper shower you made your chamomile tea and you sat next to him on your shared bed. Rick was slumped into himself, but he accepted the hot tea from you, kissing your hand in the process.

"What happened out there?" You asked and ran your fingers over his back in a soothing manner.

"We were ambushed - someone gave away our plan. Only me and Harley got out." Rick summed up his latest mission.

"I'm so sorry, honey." You said sadly, leaning your forehead onto his shoulder blade.

"The other team found us and we infiltrated the experimental facility..." Rick's voice broke. Quickly climbing over him and straddling his hips, you pulled him into a hug. He clung to you, as if clinging to life itself.

"The things we saw there..." His tears were stronger than him and they started falling freely. All you could do was just hold him and run your fingers through his damp hair. "It was all us. Our-My government. They experimented on children!" Rick yelled, clenching his fists behind your back. You could feel how his muscles strained at his rage.

"And I worked for them..." He whispered after a few moments of silence. His embrace faltered and his arms fell onto your thighs, lifeless. You carefully pulled away from him, to observe his face. The amount of sadness, betrayal, anger and defeat made your heart wrench.

"Will you do something for me?" Rick asked, not meeting your eyes.

"Anything." Tapping your thighs, you got off of him and Rick went to grab his discarded pants, pulling a red drive out of them.

"Can you publish this?" He threw you the drive.

"Evidence of what was happening?" You asked, even though you already knew the answer. Rick nodded.

"What happens after I publish it?"

"Everything goes up in flames."

"Including us?"

"Including us." Rick verified. After a few seconds, you grabbed his hand, firmly squeezing it.

"I fucking love you."

Thank you for reading! 💙🙏

The GIF doesn't belong to me - belongs to the amazing creator 🙏😊

What can I say - I'm back with my dark stories 😅

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[green-socks]

Through His Eyes

Pairing: Rick Flag x (plus size)F!reader

Summary: You're feeling insecure about the way you look, but Rick is having none of that.

Words: ~1050

Warnings: insecurity, reader feeling bad about her body, some suggestive stuff at the end, me writing a new character

Notes: This got kicked off by a request from @lacontroller1991 but turned out very self-indulgent too lol. Hope you still like it! I put the 'plus size' in parentheses because the request was for that, but I feel like this doesn't focus on that aspect that much. I've been feeling a bit down lately so I let that fly a little, sorry for the wallowing :D

And to my usual tagged people: idk how you feel about colonel flag so you can totally ignore this!!

MASTERLIST

You have been feeling a little insecure for a few weeks now. These things came and went, you knew that, but this time it was lasting a bit longer. Usually you felt pretty good about yourself, but for a while now it was like all you could see were the flaws. It wasn’t a constant thought, just something that got you a little down sometimes when something prompted the feeling.

Like today, when your friend had taken a picture of you without you knowing, and you had just felt so ugly in it. They tried to tell you that you looked fine, but somehow you only saw something absolutely hideous - how did your boyfriend even stand to look at you every day if that’s how you look? And then when you got home and went to take a shower, you passed a mirror, which you normally barely even register, but this time it made you stop to stare at your reflection, disgust churning in your gut. You felt that you weren’t sexy like other women, you weren’t beautiful like other women. You knew it didn’t always feel like this; sometimes you looked at your reflection thinking damnn, nice. But at that moment it was hard to remember what it was that had made you compliment yourself before.

You kept going back to the photo your friend had taken, too stubborn to ask them to take it down, but it made you feel horrible. You sat on your bedroom floor with tears in your eyes, looking at the photo and thinking that if you stare at it long enough you would come to accept the ugliness you felt and live with it.

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All those thoughts weigh heavy on your mind the rest of the evening as you’re getting ready for date night, and Rick notices your mood, of course.

“Sweetheart, is there something wrong?” he asks, looking at you a little worried.

“Not really. It’s stupid.”

“But somethin’ is botherin’ you?” he persists.

“I just- Won’t I look ugly in this? It probably doesn’t even fit,” you say, showing him the dress you were thinking of wearing that night.

“Well, it’s hard to tell until you put it on,” he points out. “But you could never look ugly, darlin’.”

“But what about my tummy? It just looks awful in everything. And my arms are too big! And I don’t think I even look feminine enough to pull this off, I don’t have the sexy body, and look at my hips, too - they just look weird,” you ramble on, facing the mirror in your closet door, pointing out different parts of yourself and telling him what was wrong with each of them.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna stop you now. There is nothing wrong with you. You don’t actually realize how perfect you are, do you?” he asks, getting up to come stand behind you.

“This “weird” part you pointed out? That’s because you have muscle there, and that just proves you’ve worked hard. I love seeing how strong your body is. And then about not looking feminine enough? What even is that? Look at yourself, honey. You are nothin’ but soft womanly curves everywhere,” he says firmly but gently.

You’re starting to tear up from his words, thinking how amazing it is that this incredible man thinks that way about you.

“You complain about your tummy? That’s just another soft curve of yours that I love. To me you are the whole package, everything I’ve ever wanted.”

You’re fully crying now, but smiling shyly, amazed at how different you look through Rick’s eyes. Maybe he has a point.

You turn around to wrap your arms around him, sniffling into his shirt, “Thank you, baby.”

He kisses your temple, stroking your back soothingly with his broad palms.

You know you’ll get these thoughts from time to time - everyone does, insecurities are a normal part of being human. But you hope you’ll remember Rick’s words next time you feel that way.

“Do you still feel like going out?” Rick asks softly.

“Yeah, we can go,” you nod.

“Go on then, show me the dress,” he urges.

You put it on but have to ask Rick for help to zip it up. The dress really is very pretty, and you remember thinking of Rick when you bought it, hoping he would like it. Once you have the dress on, you give a shy twirl in front of him, asking for his opinion (not quite trusting your own judgement of the mirror yet).

Rick makes a sound, something between a moan and a groan. “Damn, honey, you look.. real fuckin’ good.”

“Really? You’re not just saying that because of my meltdown earlier?” you ask, grimacing slightly.

“No, I’m not just sayin’ that,” he assures you, but doesn’t lift his gaze to meet your eyes, too busy letting his eyes roam all over your body.

You feel yourself get hot under the stare of his intense hazel eyes, but you know those eyes aren’t judging you for the faults you yourself see - they’re appreciating the shit out of every part of you.

“C’mon Rick, it isn’t that good,” you say, feeling flustered but pleased.

“Oh yeah?” He moves to stand behind you, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him - and his erection.

“Feel that?” he asks, pushing his hips against you. “Still think I’m exaggeratin’?”

Your head feels fuzzy, and you can only shake your head a little.

“You don’t believe you make me want to rip this dress off you right now? You don’t believe you drive me crazy every damn day with the way you look?” he growls softly in your ear, nipping your earlobe between his teeth.

“I- I believe you, Rick,” you whisper, your breath picking up.

He cups your breasts in his hands, slowly starting to peel the dress off you.

“Weren’t we supposed to be leaving soon?” you pant, leaning your head against his broad chest, giving him better access.

“We can eat later, right now I wanna get you out of this dress and show you how much I love your body,” he murmurs, leading you to the bed.

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[princessmisery666-library]

Slip Of The Tongue

Summary: The adrenaline of your first big argument with Rick sparks a change in your relationship that you couldn’t be happier about.

Warnings: argument, jealousy, insecurities, love confessions, smut, thigh riding, dom/sub, dom!Rick, oral sex (female receiving), light choking.

W/C: 3k

Rating: E (explicit - 18+)

Characters: Rick Flag, reader, OC.

Pairing: Rick Flag x fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

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