#colonel rick flag imagine

[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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[reveluving]

the bump in the night ; rick flag x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not yet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, Irene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's all they ever wanted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No reply.

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

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

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

“How big?” 

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

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

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

He just had to play it safe. 

He slowly broke into a sinister smile.

“You three ever heard of a hellhound?”

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

» a/n: ahh hubby rick <3 ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

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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 ❤️‍🔥

our favorite cowboy just for clarification purposes

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[loverhymeswith]

Summer Lovin' | Rick Flag x Nurse!Reader

Summary: The summer edition of 'Tis the Season.

Warnings: Language, Rick Flag in swim shorts, Harley and Boomer are a warning in themselves...

Word Count: 5,717 words

A/N: Thank you to @babblydrabbly for the prompt, and @a-reader-and-a-writer for beta-reading! <3

Masterlist

Standing at the bow of the catamaran, watching as the sun begins its slow descent below the horizon of the crystal blue Aegean Sea, you take a sip of champagne and lean back into the warmth of the firm body behind you.

You’d never believed in perfect moments until you met Rick Flag. That sort of thing was reserved for Hallmark movies and other people’s lives. Certainly not your own. But everything changed on that fateful day when Rick was wheeled onto your ward, and you’ve never looked back.

Since then, the two of you have enjoyed plenty of your very own perfect moments. Sneaking out to watch the New Year’s Eve fireworks together on the hospital roof; reuniting in that same spot three months later and sharing your first kiss; the day Rick finally moved into your tiny apartment, where you celebrated with take-out and cheap wine, and he told you he loved you for the very first time.

And of then course, there’s right now.

“It’s so beautiful,” you marvel as Rick’s hand finds its way to your waist. Surrounded by the seemingly endless ocean, the view belongs on a postcard. It’s hard to believe this sliver of paradise is real. Sometimes, it’s hard to believe that Rick is real.

The trip to Greece had been Rick’s idea. An old friend of his owns a property on one of the small islands and he had whisked you away as a surprise. After taking extra shifts at the hospital to help save up for a bigger place, God knows you were in need of a break. A week away from work, with nothing but the sun, sea and Rick for company sounded like your idea of heaven and so far, it hasn’t disappointed.

You feel Rick lean forward, brushing his lips against the column of your throat. His breath is warm and sweet from the sparkling wine. “I hadn’t noticed.”

You can’t help the smile that tugs at your mouth as he pulls you closer, his broad hand applying the slightest amount of pressure to your waist.

“Don’t tell me this view is boring you?” you tease softly at his not-so-subtle move.

As content as you would be to stand here and admire the breath-taking view all evening, one thing during this trip has become painfully clear: while the slower pace of life has been a welcome change for you, Rick Flag was never built to relax.

You noticed it earlier today whilst watching him from the comfort of your sun lounger, sunglasses hiding the fact that you couldn’t take your eyes away from his body. And who could blame you? It had taken some gentle encouragement on your part before Rick was comfortable removing his shirt away from the privacy of your villa. Almost a year has passed since his injury and the operation that followed, but the scar across his chest has yet to fade. To ease his mind, you’d found a secluded spot on the beach, away from prying eyes and curious gazes, assuring him that scars or no, he is perfect to you. With a shy smile he'd allowed you to unbutton his shirt.

If you had your way, it would have remained off for the rest of the vacation.

Especially now that three days into the trip, his supple skin has turned golden in the sun. Combined with the muscle that’s gradually returning since he left the hospital, he looks more and more like one of the ancient Greek statues with each passing day. He’d laughed when you told him this, the sound like music to your ears.

But today, as your gaze travelled over his tanned, muscular thighs on display beneath his swim shorts, you realised his legs were bobbing anxiously, the paperback you brought along for him lying unopened by his feet.

Having been hospital bound for the best part of four months, you realised you could hardly blame him for feeling restless. In his position, the last thing you'd want to do is spend your free time on a bed of any description. Your suggestion of taking a walk to the marina was met with a grateful smile and when his face lit up at the poster advertising a sunset champagne cruise this very evening, you resolved to find more exciting ways to fill your vacation.

Carefully, Rick spins you around to face him. His hazel eyes are sparkling as they catch the last of the sun’s warm rays.  Running your hand along his white button-down shirt and feeling the steady, reassuring beat of his heart, your own chest tightens with love for the beautiful man beside you. You wish you could capture this moment and bottle it forever.

“I’m not bored,” he assures you with a wry smile, covering your wandering hand with his own. “Just wonderin’.”

Intrigued, you arch an eyebrow, prompting him to continue.

“What did I do to deserve you, darlin’?”

Your heart flutters, even as you try to rein in the huge smile blooming across your face. “I guess some things are just meant to be.”

“Couldn’t have put it better myself.”

Rick takes your drink and places it beside his own on the side of the boat. A flicker of nervousness crosses his face, and he clears his throat, but before he can say another word the sound of a motor, loud and startling, shatters the tranquillity of the otherwise perfect evening.

Twisting in Rick’s arms, you look out once more across the vast expanse of sea and spot a small speedboat rapidly heading towards your larger vessel. Some of your fellow passengers are similarly staring at the cause of the sudden commotion. There hasn’t been another boat in sight for hours.

You feel Rick’s hand tighten around your waist again and when you return to meet his gaze, his handsome face is drawn into a grimace. “You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.”

Confused, and more than a little concerned by Rick’s reaction, you glance back at the speedboat just in time to hear a whoop and a high-pitched cackle over the obnoxiously loud engine. As the smaller boat continues its fast approach, you’re finally able to make out the passengers, oddly familiar despite their current appearance. A tall, bearded man in a vibrantly coloured Hawaiian shirt stands at the helm, accompanied by a pale, bikini-clad woman with bright blonde pigtails. The reason for their familiarity suddenly dawns on you.

Although you only met them the once on Christmas Eve, you weren’t likely to forget the faces of Harley Quinn and Digger Harkness in a hurry.

“What the hell are they doin’ here?” Rick mutters from behind you as their boat pulls up next to your catamaran and Boomer kills the engine.

“Hey Flag!” Harley yells excitedly, standing up to wave and nearly losing her balance in the process. “Whoops! Long time, no see. How ya doin’?”

“Is it still Colonel, or should we call you Captain now, mate?” Boomer laughs, grabbing Harley’s arm to steady her as the boat bobs about in the water.

“Oh, hey there sweet'ums!” Harley’s attention drifts from Rick, landing on you instead. “I remember you. Looks like ya did a great job nursin’ old Flag back to health.” She nudges Boomer, clearly pleased with her joke.

“I don’t even want to know what you two are doin’ here,” Rick grumbles, having to shout to make himself heard. “Get yourselves back on dry land, then we’ll talk.”

“Aye, aye, Cap’n.” Both Harley and Boomer offer him a mock salute before the latter restarts the engine and the speedboat takes off across the waves once more.

Once they’re safely out of sight, you turn to Rick. The other passengers shoot a few bemused glances your way but otherwise continue to mind their own business. It doesn’t seem to assuage Rick’s embarrassment though.

“I’m so sorry about that,” he grinds out. “I have no idea what-”

You cut him off, rising onto your tiptoes to press your lips against his. He catches you in his arms, surprised.

“Don’t worry about them,” you urge, brushing your lips over the sweet spot below his ear. “We have another hour before we make it back to shore.” You kiss him again, tasting the salt of the ocean on his skin. “Enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasts.”

To Rick’s irritation and your curiosity, Harley and Boomer are indeed waiting for you back at the marina when your boat docks. Rick has barely helped you onto dry land when Harley tackles him with a rib crushing hug.

“What’s this for, Quinn?” He grunts, offering you an awkward grimace over her shoulder.

The blonde eventually steps back, holding him at arm’s length for examination. “Do I gotta have a reason? Can’t I just be happy to see you in one piece?”

“You gave us a scare, y’know,” Boomer pipes up from beside you. He flashes you a toothy grin, a flash of silver gleaming under the floodlights of the marina.

Releasing himself from Harley, Rick takes a protective step towards you and links his fingers with yours. The gesture does not go unnoticed by his friends, who shoot one another a knowing smirk.

“Are we interruptin’ a romantic getaway?” Harley grins, hands flying to her painted red lips in mock surprise.

With his free hand, Rick pinches the bridge of his nose. “What do you want? You know I left ARGUS, right? Whatever trouble you got yourselves into now, I can’t help.”

“Oh, we’re not in trouble.” Harley pokes him in the chest. “We’re on vacation!”

“Vacation?��  Rick repeats, not bothering to hide the scepticism from his voice. “Bit of a coincidence, don’t you think?”

“Hey, when Milton told us he was lettin’ you stay here for free, we figured it was only fair we got to come along, too.”

“Dubois told you where we were goin’?” Rick stares at Harley in disbelief.

“Not in so many words.” She twirls the end of one pigtail. “Boomer might’a looked at his messages.”

Her companion grins. “Guilty as charged.”

A weary sigh escapes from Rick’s lips. “Here’s what you’re gonna do. Your gonna march your asses straight back to the airport and catch the next flight back to who the hell cares.”

Harley’s face falls and you tug on Rick's hand sharply, wondering whether you can persuade him to reconsider.

Boomer beats you to it.

“Ay listen mate, we ain’t your skivvies no more. You can’t tell us what to do. Harls wanted to check on you, but you moved away without tellin’ anyone. Had to track you down through Dubois.”

“It’s OK Boomer, he don’t want us here. Let’s go.” Harley links her arm through her friend’s and starts to pull him away.

“Wait!” You surprise everyone by raising your voice before turning to Rick. “Perhaps they could stay for a little while? It was a long way to come and there’s plenty of room in the villa.”

Harley’s crestfallen expression shifts into one of hope as she stares at Rick. “You won’t even know we’re here. Pinkie swear!”

Meanwhile, Rick clenches his jaw in obvious discomfort. “You sure about this? These guys are fuckin’ idiots.”

Unaffected by such a scathing assessment, Harley bounces on the balls of her feet. “Yeah, but we’re your fuckin’ idiots.”

Rick wakes you the next morning before the sun has fully risen. You shoot him a questioning look as he presses a finger to your lips, but the intention is clear. Even with Harley and Boomer installed at the opposite end of the villa, he doesn’t want them to hear; his plans for today only extend to the two of you.

After disembarking from the sunset cruise last night with two extra guests in tow, you had suggested drinks at one of the beach bars, figuring that Rick likely needed some liquid courage to deal with such an unexpected visit, or at the very least, something to ease the shock.

Between them, Harley and Boomer managed to relieve the bar of two bottles of Ouzo and plenty of colourful cocktails, so it’s safe to assume they won’t be waking up any time soon. Still, amused by Rick’s attempt at stealth, you dress in silence and find yourself strapped into the passenger seat of the hired jeep just as the sun finally emerges over the crest of the hills.

“Where are we going?”

Rick flashes you a disarming smile, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. “Somewhere they can’t find us.”

Somewhere turns out to be a stunning cove on the opposite side of the island, almost two hours’ drive from the villa. The beautiful stretch of white sand is completely deserted except for the two of you - your very own slice of paradise for the day.

Rick helps you out of your floral sundress, not missing the opportunity to gently caress your skin with his calloused fingers as he slips the thin straps over your shoulders. Then, once you’re both stripped down to your bathing suits, he lifts you into his strong arms.

Wrapping your legs tightly around his broad waist, you cling to him tightly as he begins to wade out into the sea. To your amusement, his expression rapidly shifts from one of thinly veiled lust to sudden shock when the icy water reaches his thighs.

“Fuck! Brace yourself, darlin’.”

It’s still early, so the sun has not yet had time to warm the sea and even though you’re expecting it, you can’t help but let out a yelp when the waves lap against your own skin for the first time.

Rick laughs, tightening his grip around you as he continues to move away from the shoreline. Once again, the sound tugs at your heartstrings, especially when you think of how far he’s come since those dark days when the two of you first met. You know with certainty you’ll never take that sound for granted.

As you find yourself submerging deeper under the surface of the water, you start to acclimatise to the temperature. Relaxing in his arms, you tilt your head forwards and press a kiss to Rick’s temple.

“Thank you for bringing me here.”

His eyes shutter and when he opens them, concern lines his face. “I’m sorry about last night. You sure you want those two idiots stayin’ with us?”

You lean forwards again, this time pressing your lips to the crease that has formed between his brows. “I know what they did for you, Rick. I know if it weren’t for them, you wouldn’t be here. We never would have met. The least I can do is to let them stay with us for a couple of days. They obviously care about you in their own... unique way.”

He pulls a face but doesn’t argue. “You’re too damn good, you know that?”

You spend the rest of the morning swimming in the crystalline blue sea. When Rick is finally able to coax you out of the water, he lays you down on the beach towel and hovers above you, a soft smile playing on his handsome face. Your eyes are immediately drawn to his chest, where a mouth-watering amount of golden skin glistens in the midday sun. Biting your lip, you meet his gaze. There’s not a soul around, and Rick is staring back at you with hunger in his beautiful hazel eyes. But there’s something else there, too. Something you can’t quite put a label on.

Reaching up, you clutch his shoulder and pull him into a kiss. His lips are warm and soft and as he gently eases his weight down, covering you with his huge body, your lower belly stirs with the beginnings of desire.

Rick deepens the kiss, groaning softly as you run your fingers through the damp lengths of his hair, but just before you can wonder if this is really going to happen, he withdraws, coming to kneel in front of you.

“I wanna talk to you about somethin’,” he begins. The same wavering note of tension is evident in his voice, just as it was last night on the boat.

You allow him to pull you into a seated position, but before he can continue, a speck on the horizon catches your eye, pulling your attention away from Rick.

He follows your line of sight across the expanse of white sand and as the two of you watch, the dark speck gets closer and closer, until you realise just exactly what it is; a person is hurtling towards the ocean – towards you. But it’s not just any person. It’s Boomer. And he’s completely naked.

“Oh my God!” Your hands fly to your face, covering your eyes as Boomer reaches your spot on the sand, but not before you see the abject horror in Rick’s expression.

“What the hell!? HARKNESS!” Rick launches himself up and starts storming towards the shoreline, where Boomer is thankfully now submerged beneath the surface of the gleaming water.

Climbing tentatively to your own feet, you wander over to Rick’s side and observe warily as the Australian thief bobs about beneath the waves.

“Crikey mate, s’a bit nippy, ain’t it!” Boomer exclaims, mischief sparkling in his eyes as he grins at the pair of you.

“What are you doin’ here?” Rick demands.

“Heard it was the ideal place for a swim.”

“Get out.”

Hearing Rick bark orders at Boomer, it’s not a stretch to picture him in the role of colonel.  Your chest flutters, and the desire from moments ago swiftly and surprisingly returns.  But when you remember the fact that Boomer, in all his naked glory, is barely a few metres away, the desire just as quickly dies.

Lacing your fingers with Rick’s, you squeeze his hand.  “Do we really want him to get out?” you mutter under your breath.

A flicker of understanding crosses Rick’s face. “On second thoughts-”

But it’s too late. Boomer is already wading back to the shoreline, heading straight for your vacated beach towel.

You avert your gaze, turning into the safety of Rick’s chest. His arms wrap around you protectively. You can feel his heart hammering against your cheek, a mixture of anger and frustration coursing through his body.

“Knew lettin' them stay was a bad idea,” he grunts.

If Rick was annoyed about being interrupted on the beach, it’s nothing compared to his mood by the end of the week. Despite Harley and Boomer’s persistent presence, you’ve tried to arrange activities that will keep Rick and his restless body active. Unfortunately, everything you plan - from hiking through the island’s lush green hills, to rollerblading along the picturesque seafront - ends up being gate-crashed by the two ex-criminals.

Rick, already less than amused by the prospect of rollerblading, was left furious when Harley rocked up, somehow mistaking the activity for roller-derby. She had promptly proceeded to body slam into him at full speed, resulting in cuts and bruises all round, not to mention the greatest casualty of all: Rick’s wounded ego.

You find him later that evening, sulking in the bedroom. The soft orange glow of the setting sun illuminates the hard planes of his body, bare from the waist up, and you swallow the lump of desire forming in your throat.

He glances up when you enter, a frown creasing his handsome face. “I just want us to have one hour alone, is that really too much to ask for?”

Offering a sympathetic smile, you crawl onto the bed behind him and wrap your arms around his thick waist. His body is scorching against your own bare skin, still damp from the pool where you’ve been cooling off for the last few hours. “I’m sorry, babe. I was really trying to think outside the box. I had no idea Harley liked rollerblading. How’s your knee holding up?”

Rick merely grunts in response, but you feel him soften in your arms. Resting your chin on his shoulder and pressing a kiss to his jaw, you continue. “Tomorrow’s our last night. Let’s go out to dinner. We’ll invite the two of them, as well -” Rick stiffens at the suggestion, but he lets you continue. “-that way, at least we won’t have any nasty surprises if they do show up.”

After a moment to consider, Rick relents. “Not exactly what I had in mind for our last night, but sure.”

You brush your mouth over his jaw again, but this time he turns his head, causing your lips to meet, and what was intended to be a chaste kiss swiftly heats up. Before you can catch a breath, Rick is deftly manoeuvring you into his lap, and in a matter of seconds, he’s expertly drawing soft moans from you, his hands caressing every inch of available skin.

“Where are they now?” he asks roughly, between open mouthed kisses to your neck and chest.

Aside from sleep, this is one of the first moments you’ve had to yourselves since Harley and Boomer showed up on their speedboat, and you’re pretty sure Rick is thinking the same as you. It’s been a struggle to keep your hands off him, and while somehow you doubt his friends would care, you’ve tried to minimise public displays of affection.

“They’re out.” Your response turns into a gasp as his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your bikini bottoms, leaving you in no doubt of where he intends this to make-out session to lead.

Rick plucks at the strings of your bikini top, and it quickly falls away from your body. “For how long?”

“Who knows?” Who cares, you think, as he replaces the item of clothing with his hand, softly cupping and kneading your sensitive flesh. When he touches you like this, you don’t even know your own name.

“We’ll have to be quick.” His voice is a growl, deep and rumbling; you feel it in the pit of your stomach.

“I don’t mind.”

You’ve barely freed Rick from the constraints of his swim shorts when the villa door slams open and high-pitched giggling echoes down the hallway.

“Fuck!”

The restaurant is beautiful. The food is delicious. Even the company, Rick has to concede, is uncharacteristically well-behaved. If he’s completely honest he had been disappointed by your suggestion of going out to dinner with Harley and Boomer because it had been his intention to finally get you alone. But the night is still young, and maybe, just maybe, his efforts won’t go to waste.

After the main course, Rick makes his excuses and slips into the bathroom. He doesn’t like leaving you unattended with those two idiots for long, but he needs a minute to gather his thoughts. He wants this to be perfect; it’s the least you deserve.

Scrutinising his reflection in the mirror, he takes a deep breath. There isn’t a single doubt in his mind that this is the right thing to do. Still, it doesn’t make it any less terrifying. Before meeting you, he never had to worry about rejection, never gave much thought to how others perceived him. But now, just like that evening on the roof of the hospital, he’s been rehearsing what he wants to say. And ever since the plane touched down on the island, he’s been waiting for the right moment. He just hopes he hasn’t waited too long.

Rick scrubs a hand over his jaw. He wonders if you see what he does. The shadow of fear that still follows him around. Because he knows just how precious every moment is, just how fleeting life can be. By some small miracle he was given a second chance and he doesn’t want to spend another second of that without you.

Squaring his shoulders, he gives his reflection a final frown. Man up, Flag.

He's barely opened the bathroom door when the sound of shattering porcelain causes his stomach to drop.  God, how he wishes he had the option to run. To turn on his heel and flee the restaurant without having to deal with whatever the hell he’s about to walk into. He’s tired. So goddamn tired of having to babysit those two idiots, but the knowledge that you’re out there, fielding the chaos alone, is enough to make him see red.

He strides back into the restaurant. For the briefest of moments, Rick wishes he had run.

Harley is now standing atop the dining table, an armful of plates in her possession. Cheered on by Boomer, she’s dropping the plates onto the floor and stomping her feet in time to the music. A crowd of restaurant staff have gathered around, waving their arms and shouting in Greek, but amidst the commotion, Rick’s gaze quickly lands on you.

Face creased in embarrassment, you’re tugging at the hem of Harley’s floral dress, trying to coax her down from the table. Your anxious eyes meet Rick’s across the room, and he doesn’t miss the way your shoulders sag with relief. He’s quick to join your side, cursing himself for ever leaving you in the first place.

“Get down. Now,” he barks over the shouting and the music and the smashing.

Harley pauses. In her outstretched hand she clutches another plate. She’s holding it out over the floor, where it’s ready to drop. Her pale face stretches into a wide grin as Rick snatches the delicate china from her grip. “Don’t be such a spoilt sport, Flag. We’re just havin’ a bit of fun! And it’s tradition, ain’t it?”

Rick offers the plate to one of the many disgruntled staff members, before rescuing the remaining dishes from Harley’s dangerous embrace. At the back of his mind, he’s calculating how much the damage is going to cost him. “This ain’t that kinda place, Harley. And I ain’t tellin’ you again. Get. Down.”

Boomer pulls a face across the table. “Lighten’ up, boss. The locals are lovin’ it.”

If you ask Rick, the locals are most certainly not ‘lovin’ it’. If anything, their fellow restaurant guests look terrified. And who could blame them?

Once the plates are safely out of Harley’s possession, Rick grabs her by the waist and lifts her off the table, before seizing Boomer by the scruff of his collar. He flashes you an apologetic grimace. “Excuse us for a minute, darlin’.” Then, without waiting for your response, he hauls his ex-squad mates out of the dining area.

With Harley and Boomer reluctantly in tow, Rick soon finds himself on the rooftop of the restaurant. The sun has almost set, the sky turning a brilliant shade of burnt orange, but he doesn’t have time to appreciate the view, nor his surroundings. The small area seems to be some special kind of dining area, complete with fairy lights and flower-covered trellis, but it’s currently abandoned. Perfect. He doesn’t want an audience for this.

“That’s it,” he tells the two criminals, coming to a halt beside one of the long wooden tables. “I’m done playin’ nice. The two of you need to leave. Now.”

“Why?” Harley pouts, arms folded across her chest as she stares Rick down.

Boomer slings his arm around her, presenting a united front. “Yeah, it’s a free country, ain’t it?”

“Why?” Rick pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. “Cos you’ve ruined this entire trip. Every single moment we get alone, the two of you appear. And don’t get me started on whatever the hell that was back there. I can’t take it anymore. This was supposed to be perfect.”

“Perfect?” Harley scrunches her face in distaste. “Who wants perfect? If you ask me, that sounds kinda borin’-”

“I’ve been tryin’ to propose,” Rick blurts out, his shoulders slumping as he realises what he’s just revealed.

From the look on Harley’s face – eyes bright and teeth bared in glee - it’s clear there’s no taking it back. “You’re gonna ask her to marry you?”

“I’ve been tryin’ all damn week,” he grumbles. “But you guys are constantly interuptin’. Startin’ to think it was a bad idea.” Because clearly, with these two showing up, he still has baggage. Does he really want to subject you to this again? He might have left Waller and ARGUS in the dust, but he’s beginning to suspect that along with the lingering nightmares, he’ll never quite shake off the squad.

“Don’t be such a pessimist, Flag,” Harley chastises. “I think it’s a brilliant idea. Never had you down as such a romantic, tho’.”

Rick frowns. “Yeah well, I think the moment has passed.” Why on earth would you want to marry him after the performance back there?

“Never had you down as a quitter either, mate.” Boomer is clearly enjoying every moment of this. “But if you really are throwin’ in the towel, mind if I cut in?”

Rick no longer has the energy to respond. Revealing his true intention has taken the wind from his sails. He just wants to go home, hopefully with you in tow, and forget about this nightmare. Something tells him it’s not going to be easy, though. Because Harley’s cocking her head now, and Rick can practically see the cogs turning. A sure sign of trouble.

“Don’t go anywhere.” She grins at him, grabbing Boomer by the hand. “We’ll take care of this.”

Rick’s stomach churns. “No, wait. Harls. I don’t want you to do anythin’.”

But it’s too late. Short of chasing after them, his only choice is to continue hiding out here, or go back inside and face you. To try and salvage as much of this evening as he can. Tomorrow, you’ll be on the plane home. He wanted this trip to be perfect, but he realises this was just wishful thinking. Maybe there’s no such thing as perfect.

“Rick? Is everything ok?”

He spins around to find you standing at the top of the stairs, your brow pinched in confusion as you take in the quaint surroundings, and in stark contrast, his flustered expression.

“Where did those two go in such a hurry?”

He starts to close the distance, his chest already feeling lighter at the sight of you. “I am so fuckin’ sorry about them, I-”

“Stop.” You cut him off, your gentle fingers covering his lips. “You’re not responsible for them. Not anymore. And I managed to smooth things over with the owner. Just as long as they never come back here, we should be fine.”

As you stroke his cheek, your lips brushing over his own, Rick softens beneath your touch. The weight of the evening starts to fall away, and his hands find your waist, drawing you closer. It’s a struggle not to bury his head against your shoulder, to lose himself to the feeling of your soft, warm body. How many nights have you held him close like this? Chasing away the demons and the nightmares.

“It’s beautiful out here,” you remark, finally pulling away. But Rick has barely noticed. He only has eyes for you. “Do you think if I slipped them an extra-large tip, they’d let us have dessert out here?”

“I somehow doubt that, darlin’. Think we’re lucky they haven’t hauled our asses outta here yet.”

“True.” Taking Rick’s hand, you lead him towards the edge of the roof and gesture towards the horizon. “But it’s kind of perfect, don’t you think?”

Following your gaze as you look out across the town, Rick puts himself in your shoes; allowing himself a moment to appreciate the beauty of the blue and white buildings bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, of the dark blue ocean sparkling in the distance. It’s one of the many things he loves about you. Your ability to look beyond. To see the good in people. To see the good in him. You know all of his secrets, all the terrible things he’s done, and yet you’ve never once judged him.

A comfortable silence wraps itself around the two of you. It’s almost a shame to break the spell, but the words are threatening to burst right out of Rick’s chest, and he wants to make sure he gets them right.

Slowly, he turns to face you. “I’ve spent this entire trip tryin’ to find the perfect moment. Maybe if I’d got outta my own head for just a second I would’a realised. It don’t matter what we’re doin’, or who’s around. As long as you’re by my side, everythin’s already perfect. So, I ain’t gonna wait any longer.”

Before you can ask what the hell he’s talking about, Rick drops to one knee and slips his hand into his pocket - thank god the small velvet box is still in there. He opens it up, revealing the delicate diamond ring he picked out months ago, that he’s been carrying around this entire trip. “Will you marry me?”

Your eyes instantly water, but Rick’s heart leaps. He knows it’s the good kind of tears, because you’re biting your lip and nodding your head, a huge smile brightening your beautiful face. “Yes. Yes, of course. Yes!”

With shaking hands, Rick slips the ring onto your finger. It’s a perfect fit.

Still grinning, you pull him to his feet, but before your impatient lips can meet, a thunderous boom fills the air. The two of you freeze, your eyes wide and mouths only inches apart, and then the night sky erupts in a burst of colours.  

“Fireworks?” You look to Rick, your expression full of wonder.

He’s about to explain - this has nothing to do with him, but a high-pitched giggle can be heard from the street below. Rick shakes his head. Despite everything they’ve put him through over the last few days, he has to hand it to Harley and Boomer. Their timing is exceptional.

With your lips still only inches apart, you raise your brow to Rick. “I guess this means they’re off the hook?”

Words will be exchanged later, he has no doubt about that, but for now the only thing on Rick’s mind is you. Closing the distance, he presses his lips to yours just as the next round of fireworks lights up the sky. Maybe he was wrong earlier. Maybe the perfect moment does exist.

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Stay Decent

pairing: rick flag x reader

warnings: none.

word count: 1.2k

summary: keeping your relationship hidden from the team can lead to arguments--fun, staged arguments.

"Pardon me," You exclaimed, reaching out to lay a hand on Mrs Abrasio's upper back as you passed her, slyly snaking the other into her purse. In the crowd of rich donors chatting amongst themselves, you managed to snag both her cash and her notepad from her purse in a second without being caught.

"Excuse me," She replied sweetly. "I shouldn't have been standing there, my apologies."

"No worries, ma'am. I really like your dress by the way!" You complimented her with a smile before continuing your walk outside to the van where Rick and the Squad were waiting for you.

Before Task Force X left Belle Reve, Waller decided that the best bet would be to send you in alone, not to draw suspicion. Events like these were dangerous--full of shady, wealthy people who may easily recognize somebody like Harley or Blackguard from previous encounters. You, on the other hand, wore a mask when you committed your crimes before Belle Reve, making you the sole candidate for this mission.

"Y/n, if I don't hear an update in the next three minutes, I'm coming in," Rick's voice cut in over the comms. He was in the front of the van, tightening the black tie around his neck as he prepared to rescue you when there was no reply to his warning. Just as he began opening the door, though, you stepped out with a deep sigh.

"Sorry I couldn't answer. Too crowded in there--someone would've noticed me talking to myself," You said as soon as the door shut and it was just the two of you outside, chatter from within the ballroom muffled now.

"Thank god," He muttered, loosening the tie before removing it completely. "You got what we needed?" The two of you walked back to the van, Rick standing unusually close to you.

"Yes, Colonel." You held out the notebook for him to examine. The cash stuffed in your handbag was yours, he didn't need to know about that. "Christ, this fabric is itchy." Your hands tugged at the fabric of the linen dress, trying to keep it from rubbing against your neck.

Rick looked up from the notebook and surveyed you up and down before shrugging off his suit jacket and tossing it to you.

"Here," He said plainly, turning his back to you so that you could change into it. You caught it and stared at it blankly for a long moment, alternating glances between the back of Rick's head and the jacket.

"That's very sweet, Rick, but I don't think this is going to cover me," You spoke to the back of his head, watching as he turned around to face you. You were holding the jacket up to your neck, showing him that it would barely brush the waist band of your underwear, nonetheless cover your ass.

"Just put it on and get in the front seat, I'll find a blanket or something to put on your legs," He said, pushing himself off of the hood of the van and moving to the opposite side to rummage through the glovebox in search of a way to salvage your decency before another member of the squad decided to take a peek.

You smirked to yourself as you put the coat on and then awkwardly tried to shimmy out of the dress while staying covered. The zipper in the back was tricky, but you managed to get it undone and slipped the dress into a pool at your feet, stepping out of it and leaving it on the ground. No way were you going to touch that fabric again. You followed Rick's orders and went to sit in the passenger's seat of the van where he waited outside the door with a loading tarp in his hands and an embarrassed blush on his cheeks.

"This was all I could find," He muttered, motioning for you to sit down as he tucked the tarp in around you.

"Thank you, Rick," You smiled, patting him on the head playfully. He opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by Harley's voice from the back cabin.

"Are we leavin' or what?" She banged on the divider. "I got plans, bozos!"

"What plans, Quinn? You're in prison," You shouted back, Rick's face still close to yours.

"I'm itchin to get a looksie at what you promised to bring me earlier," She called teasingly, earning you a questionable stare from Rick. Your eyes grew slightly and you let out a nervous chuckle.

"Alright, Quinn, don't get your panties in a twist!" You pounded back on the divider.

"You're the only one who makes me feel that way, dollface!" She snorted. You rolled your eyes and smiled widely, but it went away at the feeling of Rick's hand on your leg.

"You doing something I need to know about?" He asked sternly, but the glint in his eye told you that he already knew about the cash. Of course he did, how could you have assumed any differently?

"Of course not," You fiend innocence. "How could I ever betray my sweet, sweet Colonel Flag?" He watched closely as you moved to place your hands on either side of his face, arms otherwise lost in the fabric of his coat.

"I can't be serious with you," He sighed out, leaning into your touch minutely. You smiled and rubbed a thumb mindlessly over his cheekbone.

"Guess I shouldn't kiss you then, huh? Wouldn't want you to laugh in my face or anything," You said, searching his eyes despite your carefree tone.

"I think it'd be good practice," Rick whispered before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. He pulled away after a moment and leaned his forehead against yours, eyes trailing down the skin of your neck and chest.

"Eyes up here, Flag," You teased before grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling him in for another kiss. You broke it this time, pushing him away dramatically. He stumbled back from the van and furrowed his brows at you, concern painting his face. "We gotta get back to Belle Reve, Flag. Unless we want one of them seeing us," You whispered the last part.

"Y/n, are you doing something I should know about or not?" Rick shouted in his Colonel's voice, but the smile you saw on his lips betrayed him. He was putting on a show for the others, making them think that the two of you have been arguing this whole time.

"I said that's none of your business, Flag!" You kissed him one last time, grinning giddily against his lips. "If you want to know so badly then ask Waller, she's had eyes on me like a fucking hawk since I got here!"

"Maybe it's cause you're trouble, idiot!" Rick yelled back at you once he was in his seat.

"I miss regular prison," You said as you bit back a smile, slumping into your seat in case Harley or the others decided to open the view window.

"If you were in regular prison you'd have never met me," Blackguard called from the cabin and slid open the view window to face you with an offended expression. "I thought we were closer than this, Y/l/n."

"We met in high school, Hertz," You reminded him. "Go sit back down and let me yell at the Colonel."

"Roger that," He said as he shut the door.

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[ghostofskywalker]

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

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

words: 1,547

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

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Such a Tease

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But what about you?”

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

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

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

“But Captain-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- the end - 

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[ladyvillainous]

Midway City: Rules are Made for Breaking

Inclusion of my OC Suzanna Walker AKA Fade into the Suicide Squad. She is a former colleague of Rick Flag, a childhood friend of Harley Quinn, a former member of the Joker's gang after his escape from Arkham and Harley’s transformation and now a member of the Task Force X team. She will also be getting up close and very personal with our favourite Aussie, Captain Boomerang.

Description

After the events of the 2016 movie what comes next for Fade  

Midway City Part 4 of 4

Warnings

I think every member of the Suicide Squad is a warning all by themselves but to be clear there will be violence, swearing, a complete lack of morals or ethics of any kind at times.Spoilers!... and finally SMUT

Word Count: 6603

“Rise and shine!”

Fade groaned, the noise muffled by her face pressing tightly against the thin mattress of her cot, her one slightly pathetic and stained pillow clamped over her head. It was a vain attempt to block out the steady stream of deafening obscenities spewing from next cell block over without much luck.

Removing her head from under the pillow, her dishevelled hair falling across her face she stared bleary eyed across the room, attempting to discern the source of the voice that had spoken.

A clearly amused Rick stood in the open doorway to her cell, the guards hadn’t bothered to lock it since they’d returned from midway, no point when she could just walk through it any time she liked.

With a deep aggravated sigh of the sleep deprived, Fade rolled over onto her back and swung her legs out to meet the dirty concrete floor with her bare feet, hands reaching up to rub her eyes tiredly as she responded.

“You’re back here quick, world gone to shit already? It’s only been a week”

Rick shrugged and offered a sigh that told her he was no happier about his quick return than she was, no doubt he’d hoped to spend more time with June now she’d been de-witched, courtesy of the Squad.

“World’s always in the shit, but the Squads not being assembled if that’s what you meant. Just a situation here to be dealt with” Rick muttered.

Fade chuckled in response, looking up to his face an amused smirk across her own “You mean Harley’s escape?”

Rick shifted to lean against the door frame, a grumpy look on his face though he eyed her thoughtfully “So you do know about that then? I had wondered”

Fade stretched making all the vertebrae along her back pop with a small wince of relief “I mean that was quite the bang, you think anyone doesn’t know about it?”

He conceded the point with a nod of his head and a thinning of his lips, cocking his head he paused to listen to the jabbering from the next cell block “That Boomerang?” he asked unnecessarily. The man was so loud you could instantly tell it was the Aussie from the accent, and the vibrantly colourful language.

Fade nodded, slumping back against the wall with a yawn “Yeah, he’s been raging since they brought us back and tossed him in solitary”

Rick arched a single eyebrow “That was a week ago”

“I’m well aware” Fade bit out testily “We’re the ones that have been sat here listening to him carrying on”

“He needs to calm down” Rick mused with a shake of his head “It was a mistake to square up to Waller like that”

“You think?” She responded with a snort of derision “Some people just don’t take to captivity that well”

Pulling himself upright again he jerked his head back towards the cellblock through the open door “Walk with me”

“Is that allowed?” Fade teased with another smirk and a raised eyebrow, though she nonetheless rose and slipped her feet into the ugly black crocs that were part of their delightful uniform.

Rick grinned, they both knew full well she could and did just get up and wander around wherever she pleased never mind getting permission “I’m allowing it” he stated unnecessarily.

Shuffling after the soldier with a chuckle, they walked in silence down corridor after corridor until they finally made their way out into the sunshine, Fade blinking back the sting from the harsh light.

Looking around her she realised they were in one of the smaller unused yards, though there had been some additions since she’d last wandered through here. Most notable was the dark green camouflage covered structure in the corner, containing a couple of chairs and a desk of some sort, looking rather like a temporary command tent. Sparing a glance for the rest of the yard she noted the new yet rusty, as all things were in this humidity, basketball hoop set up against the wall, a few weight benches, and some tiered seating across from where they stood, opposite the tent.

“What’s all this Flag?” she murmured, not sure why she was here.

“This is now your exercise yard, just for the task force” Rick announced arms wide as he indicated the new equipment.

Fade scoffed “We prefer Suicide Squad to that task force bullshit. How’d you get Waller to agree anyway?” correctly deducing that it would have been Rick’s idea. After the Squad stepped up and protected him, the city and saved June he’d softened towards them somewhat. He hadn’t forgotten that each one of them were dangerous criminals, nor was he stupid enough to believe he could trust them. He now simply recognised they were people and was treating them as such, Waller would have been content to shut them in solitary and throw away the key until they were needed. As a seasoned CO Rick knew having the squad interact with each other would build that comradery they’d all felt back in Midway, making the team more effective and he’d argued as such until she caved.

“I simply pointed out that a team functions better if they get to know one another a little. She came around after a little coaxing” he responded with a shrug, downplaying how hard he’d had to argue his case on this one.

Fade pursed her lips “So that’s why you’re back so soon, she wouldn’t allow it without your supervision I’m guessing?”

Rick snorted as she got right to the root of the problem “Spending Twenty-Four hours alone locked in a seven by eight concrete box would send anyone crazy and most of you lot are already questionable”

“Look at you Mr Boy Scout America going all soft on a bunch of scumbags” Fade smirked, but behind it she was genuinely pleased to see he was trying to do the right thing by the squad.

“Scumbags yes, but you’re my scumbags” He murmured, smirking at her as he added “Whether I like it or not”

She chuckled at that, turning her attention back to the yard at large asking, “So what’s the thinking we gonna have supervised playdates out here or something?”

Rick nodded thoughtfully “There’s an idea, maybe all he needs is a playmate”

“Who?” Fade frowned turning back to the smirking man at her side “Digger?” she asked eyebrows flying up as he nodded once “Where are you going with this Flag?” she challenged, arms folded across her chest, eyes narrowed to suspicious slits.

“I saw the way you two were looking at each other during Midway” Rick clarified with an incline of his head and wiggle of his eyebrow “GQ said you looked a little flustered when you came out of that alleyway by the bar and then there was the fact he came back when he didn’t have to. I assume you had a little something to do with that”

Fade snorted, here was the Flag she remembered during her time under his command, nothing ever seemed to escape his notice “Think you’re giving me too much credit there”

Fixing him with a teasing look she scoffed “Oh I see how it is, one walk on the wild side with the witch and the boy scout badge goes out the window huh?”

Chuckling he nudged her shoulder with his own “You’re hardly one to talk, lusting after a murdering, foul mouthed thief”

Fade snickered “He’s easy enough on the eyes, and fairly entertaining but it hardly matters. Can’t do anything when we’re locked in here”

“Remind me, can’t you walk through walls?” Rick pointed out, dismissing her argument.  

Fade snorted “Voyeurism isn’t my thing” pointing to the cameras around the yard as she spoke.

“Just an obstacle to overcome” Rick responded conversationally with a shrug.

The tone of his voice told her he was up to something, frowning she side eyed the man “Not one I could overcome by myself though is it”  

“I noticed you didn’t request a privilege after the mission” Rick murmured changing the subject and leaving Fade confused.

Shrugging she made her way to the bench nearby, sinking down onto it and stretching out her legs in front of her “What was the point, just not being put back under was good enough for me”

“Yeah, well they can’t now anyway as it turns out” he responded, dropping down onto the bench next to her, piquing her curiosity.

“What do you mean?”

“So that explosion was rather bigger than was really necessary” he explained, leaning his head back against the wall and closing his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his upturned face.

“Joker’s not known for being understated, go big or go home is probably somewhere on his tattooed hide” She snarked, irritated to be thinking about the man.

Looking round and opening his eyes at her tone Rick eyed her thoughtfully “Why didn’t you go with them?”

Fade glowered into the distance thinking of the last time she’d seen the acidic man before Midway “Joker and I have parted ways, you know that”

“Yeah, but you and Harley are still tight” Rick persisted.

Sighing deeply Fade ran a hand through her messy hair “Can’t always protect your friends from the dumb decisions they’re determined to make. Anyway, what’s this got to do with the explosion?”

Rick nodded remembering his original point “Oh yeah, so the device denoted right above some of the storage rooms downstairs and the roof caved in”

“So?” She muttered with an irritated frown, was he taking the scenic route to his point for a reason.

“It was the room they were keeping the neurotoxin in” he supplied with a small smile, waiting for her to catch on to what this meant which didn’t take long.

“So, it’s gone? All of it?” she whispered, not allowing herself to believe it until he said it himself

“All of it, except for the darts the guards already had made up but they seem to have been misplaced as it happens” he confirmed with a swift nod, a wide grin growing on her face “Nice!”

Her smiled dipped when Rick pointed out that it was possible to get more, they just needed to talk to the bat which left her frowning and confused “So why haven’t they?”

“Convinced them it wasn’t necessary” he shrugged still smiling.

“You did that?” she asked incredulous.

Slightly offended he frowned at her “I got some influence you know…” trailing off when Fade merely raised an eyebrow at him “Alright I convinced Lester not to record the loss, he owed me”

She twisted her body towards him curiously “What did you do?”

“Protected him against some people that would have otherwise hurt him” he smirked “Man likes to gamble with the wrong people”

Belatedly realising how this winding tangent had taken them quite far off course Fade attempted to steer him back “So what’s all this got to do with my lack of privilege request?”

Rick practically grinned at her now “I brought you something” reaching down to pick up the box she hadn’t even noticed he’d been carrying he passed it over. Watching her reaction as she opened the lid and stared confused at its contents, her eyes lifting back to his after a long pause “It’s remote-control car” She intoned dully.

“Something to play with” he stated each word carefully with a smirk on his face, only serving to confuse her further “Gee Flag you shouldn’t have” she muttered without enthusiasm.

Chuckling at her response Rick got heavily to his feet and retrieved something from his pocket tossing it to her as he turned to walk away “Here’s the batteries, enjoy”

He was halfway across the yard before Fade realised that they were completely the wrong type of batteries for the toy based on the box. Exasperatedly she called after him, but he just shrugged “My bad” offered her a shit eating grin and strolled back inside without a backwards glance.

With a roll of her eyes Fade considered heading back inside but when no one appeared to usher her away she decided to remain outside in the peace and quiet, rather than to have listen to Digger carrying on for another minute. She felt bad for the guy she did, some people just didn’t cope well to being cooped up and he’d been on solitary confinement for a week. Not even allowed out for his meals after he pissed of Waller royally back at Midway. It was his own fault and the rest of them were more than suffering for it too but still she wished she could do something about it.

She’d considered going to see him more than once but whatever that flaming witch had done to her had left her flickering for days.

Abruptly she held her hands out in front of her, realising she hadn’t flickered once since she’d woken, experimentally she phased in and out fully in control of her powers for the first time in a week.

Gleefully she leapt to her feet grabbing up her new toy and making for the door, pausing only to snatch the battery pack from the floor where she’d dropped it in her haste, only to sit back down and inspect the pack more closely than she had before. Not only where they the wrong type of batteries they weren’t batteries at all.

Glancing up and around Fade noted the location of the camera’s, carefully angling her body so the pack was shielded from view but slowly so no one would suspect she was up to something. Ripping the pack open two objects tumbled into her open hand, turning them over slowly a small smile bloomed on her face when she recognised them.

The first object was no bigger than a lighter, and closely resembled one, a cylindrical metal tube with a button on top that she recognised to be a small electromagnet device that would disrupt electrical equipment in a localised area. She judged by the size of this one it would cover a ten-foot square area at most but that would more than cover the square footage of a Belle Reve cell.

The second object was a simply two strong magnets stuck together which left her frowning, unsure of what use they would this be and then it hit her. The cell doors were steel, a extra strong magnet would be more than enough to either pull the locking mechanism open or more importantly hold it closed.

Jumping to her feet she stowed the contraband in her jumpsuit pocket, snatched up her new toy and returned to her cell via her personal shortcut straight though the nearest wall.

***

“Come on love, please, lemme out” Digger shouted, practically wailing at the guard stood outside his cell. He’d tried to befriend the bitch purely because she was the only human being he’d seen for a week, but she wouldn’t even give him the time of day let alone her name. She was wilfully ignoring him now, he even thought he saw her put in earplugs not long before she slammed shut the viewing slot in his door. He was going out of his mind with boredom staring at the same four bare concrete walls day after day with no one to talk to and nothing to keep him occupied. He wasn’t even sure how long they’d kept him in here or how much longer they intended to keep him locked in. More than once he’d railed about how this wasn’t the way to treat someone that just saved the world and demanded to see Waller. It did no good though, no one came, dropping onto his cot with a heavy flump he leaned forward head in his hands, elbows supported on his knees with a loud groan. Which is why he didn’t notice the new arrival not that he wouldn’t expected anyone to step through the wall of his cell.

“I’ve had a weeklong headache thanks to you” Fade declared as she stepped through the wall an aggravated but amused expression on her face, resolidifying she leant back against the wall, arms crossed over her chest.

“The fuck?” Digger yelped startled, flying up and off his cot he took two quick steps towards the door before he recognised his teammate and relaxed somewhat. Though he still clutched his hand to his chest over his heart with wide eyes dramatically “Jesus Christ Love! You tryin ta gimme a heart attack”

Fade rolled her eyes, but her smile widened despite his antics, it was good to see him “Firstly you don’t have a heart Digger so don’t make out you do, and secondly do you ever stop bellyaching?” she grumbled.

Calming Digger shrugged, ignoring the slight against him as if she hadn’t spoken, turning to look at the door and then back to her with a frown “How didya get in ere?”

She snorted sneering without any real bite “I can walk through walls, remember?”

He nodded like he had forgotten momentarily and then glared at her furiously “So why didnya make an appearance sooner then?” irritated that she’d left him alone when she could have made however long he’d been stuck in here more bearable.

“Only just stopped flickering after whatever that bitch did to me, didn’t want to get stuck in a wall” Fade explained with an ugly look on her face as she referenced the events of last week “Besides…” she smirked niggling him “Didn’t seem to be any point making trouble for myself, figured you’d eventually shut up” she rolled her eyes pointedly but only earned a scowled.

“Surprised ya decided I’m worth the trouble now” he spat glaring at her, becoming more incensed by the moment as she continued to smile serenely at him.

“Well…” she announced slipping off her crocs and dropping onto his cot crossing her legs underneath her “No one knows I’m here”

He snorted derisively and pointed to the camera above her head “We’re bein’ watched sweetheart, member?”

Answering him with a wide grin she glanced up and then back to him “See a red-light genius?”

His eyes snapped up at once, only now realising the tell-tale red light was indeed missing, returning his gaze to her gleeful face he raised an eyebrow in question.

“Seems they’re having some problems with their equipment today” she explained offhandedly the weight of the electromagnet in her pocket comforting against her leg.

“Can ya mess with electrical equipment now too?” he enquired, moving to sit on the cot next to her, letting go of his anger as quickly as it flared now he finally had someone to talk to and knew they weren’t going to be hurried away by the guards.

“No but this can” she shook her head and produced the electromagnet; he recognised the small device immediately having used them once or twice himself on various security systems.

“Where didya get that?” he asked at once curious.

“Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies” she shrugged but continued to grin at him as she popped the device back in her pocket. Allowing her eyes to rake over him for the first time since she’d entered his space her eyes lingering on his bulging muscles and the tattoos she’d not noticed back at Midway. As suspected the man was solid muscle and she was very much enjoying the eyeful he was giving her right now clad only in his grubby tank top, jumpsuit tied at the waist.

He didn’t mind her ogling him in the slightest, the fact that she was being so blatant came as a pleasant surprise but otherwise he didn’t react beyond a raised eyebrow and a snarky comment “Only the first looks free love… What ya doin ere anyway? Not that I’m complainin”

Tearing her eyes away from the very male snack in front of her she caught and held his gaze as she answered “Thought maybe you needed some company, and a better outlet for your… stress” pulling her bottom lip between her teeth she allowed her gaze to drop pointedly to his crotch, bringing them slowly back up to his face.

A slow grin stretched his face as he leered at her but remained sceptical “Ya offerin to help… relieve some tension princess?” After days alone in his cell he wasn’t entirely sure he wasn’t hallucinating or if she was just messing with him, neither prospect was appealing.

“Well…” Fade stood with a smile and a shrug, making as if to leave through the opposite wall “If you’d rather continue sulking, that’s your choice. I can leave you be”

“Nah love don’ go” He all but shouted, leaping up to follow her to the wall. Crowding her against it and placing his hands either side of her head, pinning her with his body, looming over her with lust in his eyes.

Reaching up she wrapped a hand around the back of his neck the other wrapping around his bicep, pulling his lips down to hers, meeting in a feverish kiss that robbed them of breath. Digger’s hands left the wall to wrap around her body as the kiss deepened, one arm snaking around her ribs to slide up her back, palm between her shoulder blades locking her in place against his muscled form. The other skimming over her lower back and coming to rest upon her pert backside, squeezing her flesh harshly in a way that made her whimper into his mouth.  

Taking the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth he groaned at the sweet taste of her, reigniting the already dimming memory from their brief Midway interlude. Despite being barely a week ago it already felt more like a dream than something that had really happened, but here she was in his arms again and he couldn’t believe his luck. When the need to breath became overwhelming, they reluctantly broke apart, both dizzy and lightheaded but unwilling to break away from one another, their foreheads meeting as they panted.

Dropping her hand from his arm she fished in her pocket for the magnets, pushing him back from her as she retrieved them with a firm hand on his chest. Approaching the door as he stumbled backwards, his evident arousal tenting the heavy material of his jumpsuit in a way that left Fade’s mouth dry and caused an overwhelming need to rub her thighs together.

The confusion was evident on his face “What’s that?”

Snapping the powerful magnets into place over the lock and viewing slot, she turned back to him with a small smirk “Just ensuring no one interrupts us”

“Ya really are serious, aren’ ya?” He asked, still not entirely convinced she wasn’t having him on.

Arching an eyebrow at him she stalked slowly towards him “What’s the matter? Is Captain Boomerang all mouth and no trousers?” she smirked, eyes flicking downwards once more.

Stepping forward he hauled the woman in front of him back into his arms crushing her to him , pressing his groin against hers, eliciting a small moan of pleasure from her that left him grinning “I’m both princess”

“I seem to remember someone promising me a real good time back at Midway” she purred, eyes alight with mischief but dark with lust, finally convincing Digger she wasn’t playing with him.

“Best hold on sweetheart, ya not goin ta know what hit ya”

Reaching up to wind her arms around his broad shoulders she teased him “Oh is the flash here?”

He growled lowly “Shut up woman”

“Make me” she challenged.

“Oh ya askin for it now sweetheart” he whispered lowly, as he claimed her already reddened mouth once more in a searing and rough kiss.

All at once they were back in that Midway City alley, caught between freedom and certain death, clutching at one another’s clothes as if they were the only thing anchoring the other to the world.

Wrapping his large hands around her upper arms, fingers digging into her flesh almost painfully he walked her backwards towards his cot. A sly grin across his face no doubt mirrored by her own expression.

Fade’s knees hit cold steel and then she was falling, thrust backwards from Digger’s arms a small squeal leaving her lips as gravity pulled her down onto the cot with a creaky thump, the rusty old springs objecting to the additional weight.

Recovering herself she looked up into Digger’s thoroughly amused face a low chuckle leaving him “That was a cute little noise darl, wonder what other sounds I can pull from ya before we’re done?”

Fade pulled her bottom lip between her teeth even as she rubbed her thighs together enjoying the sight of him looming over her, a small groan leaving her lips when he tore the tank over his head and flung it away, his broad chest now on full display.

He merely grinned lazily at her reaction when she rapidly pulled herself to her knees, settling in front of him and reaching for him once more. Wrapping his arms around her he pressed her to his bare torso bringing his mouth down to claim hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth aggressively a low rumbling noise ripped from his throat. Fade’s hands skated over his overheated flesh, short nails gently scraping through the dark hair on his chest drawing rumbled noises of approval from the big man, her hands dropping ever lower, moulding to his abs, fingertips skating over the sensitive flesh topping his boxers under his knotted jumpsuit.

A small noise of aggravation left Fade when he dropped his hands from her body to grab her own, pulling them away from the sleeves of his jumpsuit that she’d just started to pull apart, chuckling at her reaction lightly he mumbled a teasing disproval “So eager for the Captain, aren’ ya Darl?”

If her eyes had been open Fade would have rolled them at him, there was no denying she was impatient. It had been sometime since she’d had anything more than her hands to keep her warm at night and she wasn’t even willing to do that right now with the pigs watching her every move on the ever present cameras.    

When he dropped her hands, she reached for him again only to find herself suddenly constricted as Digger wrenched her own jumpsuit down her arms. The poppers holding it closed giving easily as he tugged the offending material down her body.

Twisting her arms free of the rough orange fabric, Fade’s hands closed around his biceps to steady herself as he ripped the garment down her body as far as he could, considering her position on her knees in front of him.

With a frustrated growl Digger broke away to frown down at her legs when he couldn’t remove the material completely, simply shoving her backwards her legs flipping out from under. Aiding him by lifting her hips he yanked the clothing from her body completely, chucking it over his shoulder into the same dark corner as his tank top.

Fade didn’t squeal at the sudden movement this time, but it did force a surprised giggle from her, his frown clearing now she was laid before him in only her own prison issue tank top and knickers. Digger licked his lips appreciatively, winking at her seductively as he knelt.

Rising onto her elbows with a questioning eyebrow arched at the man. Fade guessed his intent a second before he grabbed her legs and hauled her sharply towards him. Her body bouncing on the rusty cot, a surprised squeal issued from her matched by the springs protesting squeaks, until she came to a stop with her legs hanging over the end, feet now flat on the floor.

Placing his warm palms atop her knees he skated them upwards, leaving goosebumps in their wake, stopping only when his fingertips nudged at the elastic of her knickers. Thumbs hooking underneath the fabric to rub gentle circles over her sensitive flesh, so close and yet so far from where she wanted them. Fade clenched her hands into fists at her sides biting back a groan of annoyance, unwilling to give him the satisfaction, but he chuckled nonetheless. He could feel the tension in her muscles, see the way she shook as she prevented her back from arching off the thin mattress, the stress on her face as she fought to remain calm. He may have appeared calm, hands moving at a leisurely pace as he teased her, a man with all the time in the world but it had been some time for him too. Longer still since he’d had his hands on someone so responsive to his every touch, even as he teased her to distraction his control was being sapped, held in check only by sheer bloody mindedness and a stubborn refusal to be the one to break first.

Fade attempted to relax into his touches but the sparks shooting through her body with his every movement were proving hard to ignore, finally expelling a huff and a quiet whine “Stop being such a bloody tease!”

A triumphant grin played across his face, even as she glared down at him, once again propped up on her elbows though she too was smiling slightly. She was so touched starved every nerve ending was on fire with the tiniest movement, but she craved more.

Taking pity on them both Digger at last wrapped his fingertips around the side of her underwear bunching the material and pulling them swiftly down her legs. Once again lifting her hips and feet to help him, they too were tossed into the corner without a further thought.    

With the barrier removed he pressed his bulk between her legs, forcing them apart with a hand on each knee, leering at her in a way that would make most women run for the hills, but Fade wasn’t most women, only finding his expression thrilling.

Still holding himself in check Digger leant forward slowly, bright eyes dark with lust boring into hers as she watched him. Turning his face at the last moment he deposited a chase kiss to her inner thigh, inadvertently brushing the hair of his mutton chops across her core pulling a delighted shudder from her with the contact.

Another dark chuckle rumbled from him as he repeated the action receiving the same reaction. Only when she huffed impatiently once more did he finally place his mouth exactly where she needed it. Licking a wide stripe through her folds pulling a high whimper from her with the motion.

Digger groaned repeating the action “Ya taste even sweeter than I expected Darl”

A metallic clanging from the door snapped them both out of their lust fuelled trance, the female guard stationed outside the man’s cell demanding attention.

Rearing back on his knees Digger glared the door barking a terse “What!” hands once against resting on fade’s knees.

Slumping back onto the bed with a quiet huff Fade attempted to stop her legs from quivering and control her breathing, resolved to do something nasty to the woman on the other side of the door at the next opportunity.

“What’s going on in there Harkness?” she barked through the metal.

“Talkin to me now are ya love? Thought you pigs just liked to watch the cameras?” Digger hollered back, turning his head slightly to wink at Fade, chuckling lightly at her murderous expression thought feeling no less annoyed by the interruption.

“The camera doesn’t seem to be working at the moment” Came the reply, the woman ignoring the insult.

“So, open the bloody door and look for yourself then! Ya don’ usually stand on ceremony do ya!”

There was a scuffling from the other side of the door and some muffled cursing that had Fade shaking with silent laughter hand clamped over her mouth to not give away her presence to the guards.

“The doors stuck!” the guard responded irritably.

“Well, what do ya want me to do about it? Don’t open from this side member, call maintenance or somethin” the man was starting to enjoy himself now pleased the woman was as frustrated as he was earlier.

The guard could be heard talking into her radio, unable to make out the exact words they could both tell she was repeating herself, getting more and more aggravated by the second. Digger looked round a wide grin on his face and he realised at the same time Fade did that the signal jammer must have taken out her radio as well.

“Dammit the radio’s out too” the woman shouted through the door “Stay put I’m going to have to go get Maintenance myself”

Digger snorted “Where the fuck dya think I’m gonna go?”

The was a pause followed by string of obscenities and the sound of boots as she stomped away down the corridor, leaving them alone in relative privacy.

“That was a bonus” Fade giggled, silently thanking Rick for making sure the jammer would cover just outside the cell as well, not doubting for one second it was deliberate.

“How long ya reckon we got till she gets back?” Digger questioned squeezing her tender flesh with his fingers, eyes locked on her exposed core as he licked his lips, the action making Fade Squirm in front of him.

“A good forty-five minutes I reckon. Maintenance is on the other side of the prison and they’re not quick as a general rule” she responded breathlessly.

“Good enough” he muttered, dropping back between her legs, and thrusting his tongue between her folds without preamble, lapping at her clit like a starving man.

“Fuck” Fade all but screamed, falling back onto the bed her back arching in pleasure as he licked and nibbled, sending sparks of pleasure and pain shooting through her body.

Slipping a finger into her core, her walls clenching at the intrusion, Digger groaned the vibrations against her sensitive core making Fade whimper even louder. Adding a second finger he plunged them into her over and over, immediately setting a frantic pace with his mouth firmly attached to her clit. Clutching at his unruly curls with one hand fingers wrapped tightly around his tresses she pulled another groan from the man with the painful yet pleasurable pressure she was exerting on his scalp.

It took almost no time at all for Fade to fall apart, crying name all traces of tension wiped from her body by his surprising skill. Through hooded eyes she watched Digger rise from the floor a satisfied smirk on his mouth along with her release. Swiping a hand across his mouth he made short work of his jumpsuit, pulling it down his muscular legs along with his boxers and stepping out of it towards her. Forcing her up the cost he followed her the spring objecting to the additional weight as he positioned between her legs above her.

Fade had barely had time to get an eyeful of his impressive length standing proud against his belly before he was on top of her, hands pushing her tank up and over her head, ripping her bra from her body with practised skill.

Palming a breast in his large hand, the other arm wrapped around her holding her tightly against his chest, lips falling to hers with a newfound urgency.

Fade whimpered at the onslaught to her senses, still dizzy from her previous climax and overwhelmed by the man above her in the most delicious way, her own hands clutching him to her as he invaded mouth with his tongue.

Releasing her breast Digger reached down between them, positioning himself so that the tip of his cock was pressed against her still quivering core.

Stilling suddenly, he wrenched their mouths apart with a disbelieving groan, Fade whined at the delay clutching at his shoulders and rolling her hips against him in encouragement.    

“What’s the matter?” She murmured opening her eyes to see him frowning down at her.

“I don’ want to get ya into any trouble” he muttered, Fade’s lust drunk brain racing to catch his meaning, a mirthless chuckle bursting from her when she caught on.

Capturing his face in between her hands she smiled at him clarifying “You honestly think this didn’t occur to me before I came in here? How cruel do you think I am?... I have been so firmly irradiated I glow blue and walk-through walls. Trust me pregnancy is not an issue”    

Both eyebrows shot up at her words but he then he nodded and grinned “Thank god for small mercy’s” slamming his length into her he drew a long-drawn-out moan of pleasure from them both as he filled her.

“Finally” Fade hissed relishing the feeling of being full of him, something she’d been daydreaming of since the moment she’d laid eyes on him outside Midway.

Clenching around him involuntarily she squeezed him so tightly that he groaned, forehead falling against hers, eyes shut tight as he went rigid in her arms “If you keep doin that, I’m not gonna last long love”

She chuckled in response and clenched around him deliberately, even harder than before rewarded with another groan from him “Best make it hard and fast then, I can always come back tomorrow for round two”

Leaning back slightly he opened his eyes, a smile spreading across his face as he realised there was nothing stopping them from doing this whenever they wanted, now they had the tools “Alright then darl, hold on ta somethin”

Drawing back, he pulled himself from her body and then slammed back into her hard enough to shift her up the protesting cot a little.

“You can do better than that” She challenged even as she whimpered.

With another dark chuckle he drew back and thrust into her even harder, hips snapping against hers harshly. Not pausing to let her recover he repeated the motion again, over and over until he was pounding her into the thin mattress.

The vulgar sounds of skin slapping against skin mixed with his grunts of pleasure serving to push Fade rapidly to the brink. Her back arching into him, breasts pressed against his chest, hands clutching at any part of him she could reach, a litany of prayers to deities she didn’t believe in falling from her lips.

A sharp gasp was the only warning either of them had when she reached the precipice and toppled over the edge. Waves of pleasure crashing over her body leaving her shaking in his arms, his own body reacting to her climax as he came deep inside her with a guttural groan, slamming his mouth onto hers to swallow her continuing moans as he pulsed within her.

They remained like that for as long as they darted risk, bodies intertwined, kissing gently, hands skating over the others overheated skin soothingly. Only separating reluctantly when they heard voices coming down the corridor towards Digger’s Cell.

Dressing quickly Digger pulled her back into his arms for another scorching kiss as the new arrivals started messing with the door.

Leaving him to discreetly remove the magnets from the door and keep them safe Fade murmured “See you tomorrow” as she slipped through the wall. Leaving the good Captain with a smug satisfied smile on his face humming a little tune to himself.  

Hurrying through several walls she didn’t turn the signal jammer off until she was a good distance away, then returned to her own cell with a broad smile on her own face thinking of tomorrow.

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i know the rick flag hype died monthssss ago but can i get an imagine where he’s the readers superior, the reader is super confident and skilled on the field but as soon as someone praises them they get extremely bashful and flustered?? and rick notices??? i would sell my dog for you to write this thank you babe xoxo

Hello, anon! No smut, but some implied spice :) Also- so long as I live and breathe- rick flag will forever live on D:<

rick flag x f!reader - side robert Dubois x f!reader - general - warnings: praisekink. canon typical mentions of violence.

Imagine Reader with a praise kink around Rick Flag

Imagine you're able to convince Robert DuBois to join taskforce x long before Corto Maltese.

You get along well because DuBois isn't just competent. His dry humor genuinely cracks you up.

It also doesn't hurt that he's an old friend of Flag's.

Your secret affection for the Colonel was what made you curious about DuBois as an asset in the first place. When you learned they had a shared history, you made it your mission to get DuBois a deal with Waller.

Unbeknownst to you, Rick Flag is conflicted about this new arrangement.

He'd long accepted that a strong, professional agent like you would never reciprocate his feelings, nor cross that line with him.

But when he sees you and DuBois click so well, he ignores the way he sees a bit of green every time you're all assigned together. You did his friend Robert a solid by convincing Waller to leave his daughter alone. And Rick trusts Robert with his life out in the field.

One day, Rick clocks you acting strange. It's only a fraction of a second, but Rick Flag knows you well enough by now to see it.

DuBois passes by you as the rest of the squad packs up and heads back to base. You had taken down the last sniper before they could kill anyone else, saving quite a few teammates.

He clasps a hand on your shoulder, his touch lingering as Rick hears the sultry words leave DuBois' mouth teasingly. "That's a good girl."

Rick sees you tense up. Not with agitation, but the kind of look between two people who know something private.

And for the first time, Rick Flag witnesses your face turn beet red at the phrase. He's never seen you look so bashful. You can't even reply.

DuBois keeps walking with a smirk. He gives Rick a pointed glance in the process- as if he intended Rick to hear it in the first place.

You clear your throat and pat yourself down as if you've forgotten something, quickly dismissing yourself from the area without looking at the Colonel.

Rick blinks after you. He doesn't know what to think. What was DuBois playing at?

The realization clicks into place. Perhaps Rick doesn't know what's going on between the two of you, but he does know now you've always had an affinity this sort of thing.

"Good girl. Good girl. Good Girl." DuBois' voice rings in his ears as the image of you blushing burns itself into Rick's mind.

He thinks back to all the times he's shown appreciation for your hard work on the squad. And while more subtle than Dubois' bold compliment, Rick knows now with hindsight that you've always stiffened at words of praise- however slightly.

Would you redden like that if Rick said the same to you? What if he said something even more brazen?

Maybe it was the typical post-suicide mission high. Maybe it was the way Robert challenged him with a knowing look.

Quickly dismissing himself from the group, Rick wanders off in your direction, curiosity getting the better of him.

He's had a few things he's wanted to say to you for awhile now. Rick wonders if whispering them to you in private will persuade you to listen.

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Colonel

Rick flag x afab reader

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

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

Word count: 2.2K+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Babe?

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

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

Yeah, whatever the fuck thats supposed to mean. 

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

Colonel?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How about this? Is this good for you? 

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

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

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

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

You have no idea how hard it is.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just some-” He cuts you off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Babe? Then a few minutes later.

Baby? Are you upset? I love you

Darling? Are you ok?

Hey sweetheart, I’m heading home soon.

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

I’m coming home right fucking now.

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

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

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

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

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

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Eternally Yours: The Sweet Taste of Revenge

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

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

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

If only they knew the truth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is he…?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stopped just inches in front of you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Let Me Teach You

Fandom: DC, Suicide Squad, Rick Flag, gn!reader

Summary: When Rick finds out he has to go to a big military ball, he is horrified. Dancing is definitely not one of his many skills. So, you offer to teach him.

Word Count: 1081

Rick stormed into your shared office and threw a pile of paperwork angrily on his desk. You startled awake from where you had been dozing off in your chair in the corner. He shot you a quick apologetic glance before shifting back into full pissed off mode. You yawned and stretched before asking, “So what’s got you in such a bad mood?”

“Waller just told me I have to go to this banquet for some of the top military bigwigs up in DC.” He crossed his arms across his broad chest and pouted slightly.

You smirked at his expression as you leaned back in your chair. “So? She’s always showing you off at these sorts of events as the commander of Task Force X. What’s new?”

He shifted uncomfortably. “This one is more formal than usual. It’s less of a banquet and more of a….. ball.”

“Oh.” You understood his concern immediately. You had seen Rick try to dance before and if it was anything more than gently swaying to the music, he was completely hopeless. The man could sneak silently through any terrain imaginable but place him on the dance floor, and he became an uncoordinated idiot. To say he had two left feet would be a compliment.

“I don’t know what to do!” he said frustratedly as rubbing his hand over his face.

You shrugged nonchalantly. “Let me teach you.”

His head shot up. “What?”

“I’ve offered before. Maybe now this will be enough of a motivation to actually let me show you a thing or two.”

“I don’t need you to teach me-”

“Yes, you do.” He looked miserably down at the floor as you cut him off. “Listen, it doesn’t have to be anything fancy. Just a simple slow dance. I’m sure you can pick that up in no time!”

He hesitated then mumbled, “When would we do this?”

“How about now?” you said. “It’s either this or I go back to my nap.”

“But we don’t have any music.”

You chuckled as you stood up from your chair. “One step at a time, Colonel. Let’s just see what I’m working with.”

You grabbed his hands and placed one on your hip. Rick immediately slid it up so it rested on your waist, but you rolled your eyes at him before repositioning it back at your hip. Then you placed one hand on his shoulder and linked your other hand with his.

For the next hour, you did your best to teach Rick the most basic of moves, but it was pretty much a disaster. Whether you had him try leading or you lead, he was constantly stomping on your toes. He refused to look at you, instead leaving his eyes glued to the floor. And the one time you attempted a dip, you ended up flat on your back.

Groaning, you took his hand as he sheepishly offered it to you and pulled you back to your feet. “Stop getting in your head, Flag! You are so focused on what you are supposed to be doing, you overthink it and screw everything up. I’ve seen you dodge bullets, dive for cover, and move as lightly and gracefully on your feet as any dancer. You can do this!” He blushed deep red as you thought for a second. Finally, you came up with a different approach.

“Close your eyes.” Rick started to protest but you glared at him so fiercely, he shut up and did what he was told. You returned to your starting position before saying, “Now, I’m going to lead. While I do, I want you to mentally take apart your gun and reassemble it as quickly as you can.”

He opened his eyes to stare at you in confusion. “What?”

You slapped his shoulder roughly. “Just do what I say!”

Reluctantly, he closed his eyes. As soon as you saw his brow start to furrow as he began thinking about his assigned task, you started moving. Gracefully and elegantly, you lead him all around the small office. Without Rick being in his head and worrying he was going to mess up, he followed your lead perfectly. And just as you saw his face start to relax and his eyes begin to open, you leaned back into a low dip so the perfectly executed move was the first thing he saw.

As you straightened up, you pulled him into a tight hug. “That was great! I knew you could do it! You just need to stop focusing so much and just go with the flow of things!”

Rick chuckled as he returned your embrace. “I don’t know if I can spend all night at the event with my eyes closed, thinking about disassembling my gun, but I get your point. Thank you. I… I do strangely feel better about this.”

You both stood in each other’s arms for a moment before Rick pulled away and glanced at his watch. “Well, that killed the rest of the day. Looks like it’s time to head home.” You both started to gather your belongings but just as you were headed to the door of the office, Rick called after you. “Hey, do you want to get a drink? I’ll buy. It’ll be my way of saying thank you for today.”

You smiled at him. “Thanks, but I’ve already got a date with Emilia tonight.”

Rick groaned. “I still don’t know what you see in her. Harcourt’s a bitch.”

“And maybe that’s my type.” You teased playfully. “Besides, I could be saying the same thing about you and June.”

“Hey! She’s not that bad!” Rick countered. “You’ve never really given her a chance after the whole Enchantress thing.”

“Yeah, well, that tends to happen when someone tries to kill you, possessed or not.”

“So, agree to disagree. Neither of us can stand each other’s girlfriend, but we’re both happy. Right?” He asked.

“Right.” You nudged him as he joined you at the door. “And that’s all I want for you. So, if that means you’re going to keep dating that witch, fine by me.”

“And if you’re happy dating that bitch, then I’m happy for you.” Rick nudged you back.

The two of you laughed and continued playfully shoving each other as you walked down the hall, reveling in the fact that at the end of the day, no matter who you were dating, at least you each had a best friend who would always have your back.

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[lacontroller1991]

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus (Rick Flag x F!Reader)

Main Master List       DC Master List

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

Original Idea by @neon-supernova and in honor of it being December I decided to post this on the first to set off a month of festive fics (and others)

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Rick lets out a giggle as you hush him, nervously looking around the downstairs of your house. If your kids saw their dad as Santa Claus, it would ruin Christmas for them, and you are not about to let your big goof of a husband ruin it for them. “You gotta be quiet honey.”

“Don’t worry, darlin’. Quiet is my middle name.” You roll your eyes at your husband before returning to your task of laying down a light dusting of powdered sugar by the fireplace and leaving a trail towards the tree while Rick rocks on his heels, wearing a full Santa outfit, pot belly and beard included, though Santa probably wouldn’t have a wide shoulder frame, let alone be 6’2.

“Ok, so you’re going to step one by one and make a trail leading towards the Christmas tree, then you’re going to have to take a sip or two of milk and eat some of the cookies.” Rick goes from mockingly saluting you to falling pale in an instance, the thought of eating his kids’ cookies already upsetting his stomach. It’s not that they taste bad, as a matter of fact the dough tasted rather good, it’s the fact that you and your kids forgot to set an alarm and then got distracted with making decorations that the cookies burnt in the oven and if it wasn’t for Rick’s attentiveness, they probably would’ve burnt the house down. “They’re not gonna be that bad, chill out.”

“I don’t know, baby, they look like lumps of coal that Santa would give to a person who’s been naughty.” He jokes, moving toward the fireplace and stepping in the powdered sugar, looking down at his feet. “Is this good enough?”

“Yes Mr. Claus.” Rick offers you a smirk as he takes one step at a time, making sure to leave visible boot prints in the faux snow as he makes his way over to the lit tree with seemingly endless presents underneath. If there is one thing for certain, it’s the fact that Rick loves to spoil his kids. Coming to a stop in front of the tree, he looks at the cookies before looking back to you, a look of despair on his face as you stifle a laugh, unaware of a pair of eyes watching the interaction. “Go ahead, Santa, eat the cookies those sweet kids made for you.”

Rick visibly gulps and picks up one cookie in his gloved hand, inspecting it through cut out glasses before dipping it into the milk and taking a big bite, grimacing at the taste of burnt sugar before swallowing. If he’s being honest, he’s had worse. “Is that good enough?”

“Mmhmm, would you like your Christmas present now, or later?” Your arms wrap around his expanded torso, looking up at the former colonel with love as he adjusts his gray beard, impure thoughts running through his head.

“Depends, is it a naughty gift or a nice gift?”

“A nice gift.” You release one arm and reach behind you, pulling out two sticks as Rick’s eyes widen, glowing a soft gold from the light of the Christmas tree.

“Are you?”

“It’s not confirmed yet. I have a doc appointment on Wednesday, but according to this, yeah, I am.” Rick doesn’t hesitate to lift you into his arms and spin you around as you laugh in joy. When you and Rick had started dating and eventually got serious, you knew he always wanted a big family and now that he has time for it, you’re more than willing to give it to him.

“Oh sweetheart, this is the best Christmas gift ever.” Rick sets you down and drags you into him, pressing a soft but passionate kiss to your lips as you melt into him, a soft gasp causing you to break away and look to the stairs where a pair of feet can be seen running up the steps as you mentally curse yourself. You should have known John would be sneaking around, but Rick’s lips on your forehead stirs you from your thoughts.

“Hey, it’s okay. As far as he knows, I‘m just Santa. Now how about we get to bed? What says you, Mrs. Claus?”

“I think that sounds good. I love you, Rick.”

“I love you too, honey.”

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The next morning you wake up at the first peep of light through your bedroom window, only to see John standing at the foot of your bed, a stuffed animal in his hand and in his dinosaur Christmas pajamas.

“Hey baby, what are you doing up?” He doesn’t answer you, instead, he rushes over to Rick’s side of the bed and climbs on top of his dad, waking the retired soldier.

“Hey buddy, what are you doing up?” Comes Rick’s tired question, reaching up to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Judging by how dark it is still in the room, he probably guesses it's around 6 am.

“I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus.”

“Is that so?” John nods, clutching his rhino stuffie to his chest as Rick looks over to you with a knowing smile, one which you return. “Well, mommy was probably just thanking Mr. Claus for bringing you and Sophie all those cool gifts,” Rick sits up and tickles John’s side as the kid collapses into heaps of giggles in Rick’s lap, curling into his father as you roll out of bed and put on your robe, a soft smile forming on your face before heading toward the door.

“Okay you two, let’s go wake your sister and go open those presents and drink some hot chocolate. How does that sound?” John simply nods his head before bolting out the door and into his sister’s room, most likely bouncing on the bed as Rick stretches out while you raise an eyebrow at him. “You almost blew it.”

“Relax, will ya? Go set Sophie and John down by the tree and I’ll make us some coffee and them some hot chocolate.”

“Alrighty and Rick?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For sucking up and doing the whole Santa Claus get up.” Rick chuckles before making his way over to you, pulling you into his arms and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“No, I should be thanking you. You’ve given me a family and it’s something I never thought I would have until I met you, so thank you.” And maybe it’s your pregnancy hormones, but the genuinity of his words has tears welling in your eyes.

“I love you so so much.”

“I love you too.”

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[reveluving]

hold me closely ; rick flag x reader

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

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

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

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

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

↳ january 19th ༉‧₊˚✧

me 🌸 : how's Tofu, kids?

richie : [ sent 3 photos ]

mister e : pretty gud mom

me 🌸 : ??? the last photo??

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

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

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

↳ march 21st ༉‧₊˚✧

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

richie : [ sent 3 photos ]

richie : dw we gave it to her already

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

↳ june 5th ༉‧₊˚✧

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

me 🌸 : more than okay! tq ❤❤

mister e : nvm we bought like, 9 different kinds

mister e : [ sent 3 photos ]

me 🌸 : ? how???

richie : dad drove us to four different stores lol

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

↳ july 4th ༉‧₊˚✧

richie: [ sent 3 photos ]

[ my beloved ❤️ reacted with a ‘ ❤️ ’ ]

[ mister e reacted with a ‘ 🎉 ’ ]

[ you reacted with a ‘ 🥰 ’ ]

↳ july 22nd ༉‧₊˚✧

richie : what do you guys call a fake noodle?

me 🌸 : what?

richie : an impasta

[ my beloved ❤️ has removed richie from the group ]

me 🌸 : RICK

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

mister e : heh

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

mister e : no sir 🚶

↳ august 6th ༉‧₊˚✧

mister e : [ sent 3 photos ]

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

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

richie : hope the dinner’s going well!

me 🌸 : [ sent 2 photos ]

my beloved ❤️ : [ sent 2 photos ]

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

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

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

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

Richie’s full name is Richard Flag the Third.

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

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

» gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

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[giowritess]

its currently 2:35

i gotta be up at 6:30

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

i seriously cant wait to finish it and post it

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[loverhymeswith]

Anticipatory Grief | Rick Flag x F!Reader

673 words | TW: Grief. | A short drabble about anticipatory grief, inspired by personal experience and the song "Fear of Dying" by Alison Wonderland.

And I'm never gonna make you choose

Don't you know you're someone that I just can't lose?

Thank you @a-reader-and-a-writer for beta-reading.

She hadn’t known there was a term for it. 

That two simple words could sum up the sense of impending loss consuming her every waking moment. Even when he was home, her chest felt too tight, her heart too heavy; the hours they spent together tainted by the knowledge that any day could be their last. 

Lately, the dread had started creeping into her nightmares, too. In the smallest hours, somewhere between late night and sunrise, she would wake with worry, unable to imagine how she could possibly go on without him. 

Rick Flag was her entire world.

She hadn’t been looking for love the night their paths first crossed, but it had tripped her up and sent her falling straight into the colonel’s arms all the same. He was a contradiction: strong and tough and fearless, but with the gentlest of hearts. One lingering glance into those caramel eyes was all it had taken. She was hooked.

Perhaps it would have been better if he had hidden the truth about his work, but he was an honest man and he’d laid out all his cards from the very start. Leading the secret task force came with an expiry date. 

“One day, darlin’, I won’t be comin’ home.” 

For that very reason, he had tried pushing her away. Over and over again he would plead with her to leave him; to find someone better  - someone permanent. It broke her heart at the time, but finally, she understood. He was trying to spare her from this. The anxiety. The overwhelming sense of helplessness. The Anticipatory Grief.

It was exhausting, missing Rick before he was even gone.

She often wondered if he experienced it too. Was he plagued by the same sleepless nights she suffered? Did he lie awake, committing her face to memory, as he listened to her softly breathe beside him? He’d tried convincing her that it was easier for him; he said he wasn’t afraid to die. But the crease between his eyes and his strained smile told a different story. He was sparing her from further heartache.

She felt it most keenly when he returned home from a mission and held her that bit tighter, his large, warm body wrapped around her as if he might shelter her from their brutal reality. It might be a relief to have him back in her arms, but it was only a temporary bliss. Each minute that ticked by was another minute closer to the end. 

What little time they had left together was precious. Every second needed to be perfect. From picnics on the beach to cross-country drives and everything in between, they planned it all. She was probably trying too hard, but Rick humoured her anyway. If they spent every moment occupied, they didn’t have time to think about him being gone.

It wasn’t easy.

She had grown to despise their cell phones. She found herself forever listening out for those terrible sounds that could steal the breath from her lungs and cause her knees to weaken. Every incoming message was a potential request for Rick to ship out. Every late-night call might be the one that finally shattered her.

Often, the fear and hopelessness of their situation robbed them of speech. They would lie tangled in the sheets, overcome with emotion. Knowing they should be grateful for another small reprieve, a stay of the executioner’s hand. But that’s all it was. A delay of the inevitable. The missions were growing both in length and in danger. Rick’s scars were rapidly multiplying, but she catalogued as she had always done, her fingers tracing every red, pink and silver line that marred his skin. 

She wished she could burn the image of him into the back of her mind so she would never have to picture life without him.

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[selfindulgentfandomstuff]

OKAY, actual canon timeline for Abner x Elliot in the Suicide Squad movie

-Elliot and Abner are shown to be on the surviving team in the Corto Maltese jungle

-prior to that, in the flashback that shows how each member was recruited, it is shown that Waller is aware of Elliot and Abner’s friendship and uses each of them to bait the other into joining Task Force X, knowing neither is willing to leave the other to die alone

-all goes according to canon, they infiltrate the country of Corto Maltese undetected thanks to the first team’s sacrificial diversion and are ordered to find Colonel Rick Flag and kill the people holding him

-on their way to finding Flag, Cleo trips and falls on a rock, hitting her head and causing life threatening bleeding

-it is then that Elliot’s powers are revealed when they manipulate the blood coming from Cleo’s wound to clot faster, thus allowing her to heal and not bleed out

-later, as they approach the base camp where Flag is supposedly being held, the group comes across their first gunman and Elliot lunges and latches onto his neck like a starving animal; they are just that, in a way, having gone for awhile without blood sustenance

-the rest of the group (save for Abner, who has more heart eyes than anything) looks unsettled but go about killing the rest of the guards as ordered until they find Flag

-much to their surprise, Flag is fine, having been rescued by the rebels- the rebels that they just massacred

-nonetheless, rebel leader Sol Soria agrees to help the team find The Thinker so that the team can infiltrate Jotunheim

-they arrive at the club that The Thinker frequents and change into their borrowed civilian clothes

-while they wait for The Thinker to arrive, they have a good time

-intoxicated by the alcohol, the heat and the atmosphere, Abner finds himself admitting that he cares for Elliot in a different way than just friendship

-Elliot confesses that they feel the same way

-the two promise that when they get through this they’ll do all sorts of things and go on dates and watch movies together and dance in the rain

-they just have to get through this

-the team uses The Thinker to break into Jotunheim and begin rigging it with explosives

-all goes according to canon and Jotunheim crumbles, freeing Starro to begin its destruction

-Waller signals that the team has completed its mission, destroying Jotunheim and that they were coming home now

-Bloodsport disobeys, at the risk of Waller detonating the bomb inside his head; he’s going to stop Starro and save innocent lives

-the others follow him too

-Abner and Elliot are the last to make that decision

-Elliot goes before Abner and Abner hesitates but ultimately decides, “I’ll follow wherever you go”

-thankfully back at control, Waller’s subordinates knock her out so she can’t kill the team while they save Corto Maltese

-all proceeds as canon and Abner is crushed by Starro, the force of the impact causing his powers to implode and sending him hurtling into the dimension from which his virus originated

-not that any of the others know he is alive

-after Starro is defeated and dead, Elliot sends its and the blood of its victims swirling into the sky in an epic fountain of red before collapsing, the result being blood, raining down all over Corto Maltese

-the sky is red with blood

-so is the ground

-so are the people

-its a profound and perhaps morbid show of grief

-just as the team are about to board the helicopter to take them home after Robert negotiated their freedom, Elliot hears something

-rumbling

-then they see a soft glow coming from the crater in which Abner had been crushed into

-the glow gets brighter and brighter until it is a scorching neon light

-then come the polka dots

-red, blue, yellow, every color imaginable and then some

-the light coalesces to form the shape of a man

-Abner

-Elliot rushes to clear the twisted rebar and debris away from him and as soon as he’s free he tackles Elliot into a hug and kisses them, hard

-eventually they notice that the whole team has returned and is watching them

-Cleo comes forward and takes Abner and Elliot into her arms in a hug

-Harley, sensing the beginnings of a group hug, joins in

-soon enough, every member of the team has joined in on the group hug

-they part eventually to walk to the helicopter and as they do so there is one last shot of Abner and Elliot holding hands

-the sky is blue again

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