#rick flag imagine

[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

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'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?”

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

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Congratulations on your follower milestone! That is amazing! 💖

May I please request a Rick Flag fic with “The first time you smiled it felt like the universe aligned.” and I would love for you to rip my heart out (since that is an option 😊)

Thanks and I am so excited to read all of these upcoming fics!

My sweet angel, thank you for your never ending support and love, and thank you for the request! I'm sorry for the major delay getting this done, but I hope you enjoy me ripping your heart out and squishing it under my slipper 💖

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rick flag x suicidesquadf!reader

word count: 1k warnings: ANGST SUPREME. sad ending. swearing, blood, bullet wounds, death, sad sad sad. rick is cheesy & sad. SAD. ANGST. genuinely teared up writing this bye.

They lied. Everyone who had toed that line between life and death, they fucking lied. There was no bittersweet flash of memories before your eyes. You didn’t have a lot, but shit—there’s gotta be something worth showing you, worth reliving, before you close your eyes forever.

The minutes pass, you feel the growing chill along your limbs from the steady flow of blood from the various bullet holes in your torso, and still—nothing. Not a goddamn thing. 

Just Rick.

Rick bolting across the sand with your name falling from his lips. You can’t hear it, there’s a distinct shrill ringing in your ears that seems to be drowning out the chaos around you, but you see the movement of his mouth, the strain of his throat as he yells.

He comes to land on his knees next to you, a shower of cool sandy grains flicking up and dusting your black tac shirt. It glistens under the light of explosions and gunfire, and you briefly wonder in morbid curiosity how much of your blood stains the beach beneath you.

“Jesus. Oh, oh darlin’—”

You hear him then, his broken and strained mutter cutting through the surrounding ambush.

“Hey Colonel,” you rasp with a barely there smile, a sticky hot trail of liquid leaking from the edge of your lips, “how’s it lookin’?”

Those pretty doe eyes dart over the destruction of your body, his hands ghosting over your wounds in what feels like hesitation, anxiety. Which ones can be smothered with a cheap and easy dressing? What one needs the most pressure applied?

Going by the rate your body seems to be numbing, cooling in the breezy night air, they’re all pretty shit. At least there's no pain. Shock, adrenaline - whatever the fuck it is, you're thankful for it.

“Fine,” he mutters, rough gloved hands instead coming to rest on your cheeks, thumbs brushing away the coarse sand and half dried blood splatters covering your skin, “you’re gonna be just fine.”

“Damn,” you breathe heavily, brows briefly coming together, “I never thought I’d hear you lie to me. None of that shit. No, no.... you gotta make it something good, Colonel.”

Confusion pinches his pretty face through the pain, and you give another strained smile.

“The last words I’ll ever hear—make ‘em… they gotta be good.”

“Don’t talk like that, you hear me? You’ll be fine. Backup’s comin’. They’re comin’, and we’ll get you patched up, and you’ll be right to back to bein’ a pain in my ass, okay?”

Oh, sweet soldier.

No.

It doesn't work like that.

They don’t send help for people like you. Suicide Squad, remember? It’s in the name. You knew what you were signing up for. He knew what you were signing up for. This is it. You’re just another classified file thrown through the shredder at the end of the day.

You blink tiredly up at him, “No one’s coming, Flag.”

He shakes his head in firm denial, strong jaw rolling in an effort to remain cool and collected.

“No, they... they have to.” 

“Somethin’ good, Flag,” you remind him quietly, a heaviness now seemingly coming to rest along your limbs.

Is this it? Can’t you just have one more minute? One more minute of him crowding your vision? You don’t need a last minute life montage, not when he’s here, not when he’s carefully dragging you further into his warm embrace.

Please, just a little longer in his arms.

“Okay… okay. The—the first time you smiled, it felt like the universe aligned.”

“Oh, fuck me,” you splutter with a sudden roll of remaining energy, chest heaving and lungs screaming as you choke on a weak chuckle, “that’s a… a new low, even for… f’your s-soft self.”

“Thought you’d like that,” he drawls quietly with a grin.

It’s brief, tainted with agony stricken tears, and falls from his face the second it stretches his lips. No, sweet soldier. Smile. It’s okay.

Maybe… maybe this is why your life isn’t flashing before your eyes. It’s because it’s here—he’s here. You didn’t really have anything before this, before the Squad, before Rick. You were merely a shell of a person in your cell, angry with the unfair world and the hand you’d been dealt from childhood, but when he came along?

He gave you a chance, saw something in you no one had before. He provided you with the Squad, with friends. He got you out of your cell and into the fresh air with a new outlook. He trained you, laughed with you, ate with you in the crappy mess hall despite the frowns from his co-workers.

He saw you.

He saw you for everything you were, not for what people thought you to be.

“Think you’re the… the closest thing I’ve e-ever felt to love, Colonel. Thank you.”

It’s a decent goodbye, you decide with the final beat of your heart, slackening in relief and embracing the call of the abyss with a leftover curl still tugging at your lips. Better than you’d been led to believe you deserved, better than what Waller threatened you with.

You got a good ending.

He feels the weight of you in his arms, sees how unnaturally still your chest has fallen and how your eyes seem to stare just past his shoulder. It shakes him to the core. His heart beats at the base of his throat and he can’t help but call out to you one more time, despite knowing you’d never answer.

“Darlin’?”

You can’t be gone—not yet.

You can’t be gone, because you didn’t get to hear him say it back. He needs to say it, he needs you to hear it. He murmurs those three little words over and over, breathing them into your skin wherever he can reach, willing you to stay just long enough to hear them, long enough to know you were loved.

You need to know you’re loved.

Bile builds in his throat at the thought, but he has to leave you behind; alone, broken and bled out on the sandy beach for a sweep team to deal with later. He wonders as he runs through the dense jungle, but he’ll never know if you did manage to hear his broken, tear filled I love you’s.

He hopes with everything in him that you did.

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╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all rick flag stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

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⭒ danger high voltage

⭒ lover

⭒ free ground

-You’d never known panic like this. You’d never known pain like this. “Rick? Eyes open. Please baby. Come on now.” ” He’s okay. He’s okay.

⭒ hear me

𖤓 @lacontroller1991

⭒ bull ride

⭒ husband for hire

⭒ you’re not bad

𖤓 nothing will ever be the same pt2 by @loverhymeswith

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

𖤓 already married by @darling-i-read-it

⭒ Rick and the reader are secretly married

𖤓 all settled by @drabbles-mc

𖤓 different by @blackbat05

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

𖤓 love hurts by @coweye

⭒ You and your lover Rick Flag do some squad conflict resolution.

𖤓 hot to go by @seancekitsch

⭒ Rick knows he shouldn't shit where he eats. Rick knows Waller would demote him in a second if she knew he was letting you and your de facto guard dog have special privileges on this mission. Rick knows he shouldn't take you up on your offer to play a game.

𖤓 request by @reveluving

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last updated april 4, 2024

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The Soldier and His Witch

Just Us

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I Lied

Come Home

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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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[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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[ohcaptains]

!!! congrats for ur 10k!!! so happy for u:)

I was just thinking about rick flag + touch starved. like if he comes back from a mission or something and he almost didn't come back to you and he just Wants You😭

slay omg i love rick sm thank u for this

First, you feel him.

Feel a warmth begin to build at your back, followed by the familiar feel of two hands slipping around your waist. “Rick?” you whisper, already knowing it’s him. Smelling him. Already heard the familiar pads of his footsteps as he tried to be quiet, but his body was dead tired, and it was tiresome to tense – to keep his weight distributed, as to not step on the creaky floorboards of your bedroom floor. But still, he tried.

He always does.

“Mm,” he hums into your neck, nuzzling his nose into your skin, and your body immediately responds to his touch. To his hot breath under your ear, followed by his mouth as he kisses you. “Hi baby,” you whisper, reaching down to cover his hand with yours. You relax back into him, pushing your ass into his middle, trying to get comfy, and he groans, deep before the sound twists off into a whimper.

“You okay?” you ask, but you’re twisting around to face him before he can answer. You find him, immediately clasping your palms over his cheeks, checking for marks and bruises. He holds your hands, closing his eyes for a brief second. “I’m okay,” he sighs, not telling you that it nearly wasn’t. “Just – just need to hold you for a second.”  

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[scandinavianfairytale]

In my mind

Pairing: Rick Flag x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The last one. I'm retiring."

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Rick~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was now or never.

~The other side of the city~

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

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

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

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

But then you remembered your rabbit vibrator...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Would 8pm work for you?

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

Thank you for reading! 🙈🙈🙈

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

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

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[blackbat05]

Mismatched Family

Rick Flag x Reader

A/N: I’m on a Rick Roll😬 Dad!Rick fic! Can be read as a continuation from <Fresh Start> or alone.

Genre: PG-13, fluff explosion?

Notes: A normal routine in the Flag family.

“Woah mate, you looked like you just came out of a hurricane.”

Rick opens the door, his signature golden hair sticking in all different directions. Ducking out into the driveway, he checks that no nosy neighbors are around before pulling the man into the house.

“Where did your lady go?” Robert leads the pack, trailing behind his old friend.

“Cleo and Harley took her for a ‘girl’s night’ out. I thought it was a good idea. She clearly deserves it - baby’s gonna come any day soon.” Rick starts to pick up lego blocks scattered across the living room, tossing them into a red container.

“So I’m backup.”

“Yes, you’re backup.” Rick sighs in defeat much to Robert’s amusement.

Robert knew he wouldn’t be winning father of the year award anytime soon. But the little girl sitting in front of him playing with her dollhouse clearly thought differently.

“Uncle Robert!” She stands up, barreling into him like a mini rocket launcher. He lifts her, much to little Freya Flag’s delight.

“What you doing up so late little Miss?” Robert has Freya in his arms.

“I can’t sleep!” She protests, feeling the stubble on his chin before breaking out into giggles. Robert can smell the breath of skittles a mile away.

“Did you eat any candies?”

Freya nods enthusiastically. “Me and Daniel! We had a secret mission together. We ate it when Daddy wasn’t looking.”

It took great willpower for Robert not to laugh at the sheer thought of the children of a former commander getting past his nose.

At this moment, another pair of footsteps could be heard, revealing the exact carbon copy of Freya poking his head out of the wall - Daniel Flag.

“She’s gonna kill me when she comes back.” Rick mumbles as he picked up his son, giving a kiss on his chubby cheek.

At the mention of his mama, Daniel snuggles into Rick further. “Mama home?”

“Yeah buddy, Mama’s coming home soon.” He peers over to Robert, eyes pleading for help. Two kids, high on sugar.

Looks like the marksman had his work cut out for him.

***

“Honey! I’m home!” You entered with the two women who were helping to carry shopping bags.

“HEY FLAG! YA LADY IS HOME!” Harley tries a second time, but louder this time. You were still greeted with silence.

Cleo puts a hand out, beckoning you to stay behind her and Harley. You weren’t sure what was the fuss, but you knew better than to argue.

As Cleo turns into the living room, you hear a squeak from her pet rat, Sebastian.

“Everything’s alright!” Cleo gives a sigh of relief. “You might want to see this though.”

On the sofa was possibly the most heart-wrenchingly adorable sight you saw. Or maybe it was just the hormones raging inside you.

The two man are splayed beside each other, each of them with one twin.

Daniel is knocked out as he sleeps soundly on Robert’s thighs, not even budging at the sudden intrusion of Harley’s voice.

Freya, who was always a daddy’s girl leans against her father’s wide chest, snuggling further into him while Rick unconsciously adjusts his hold on her small frame.

It’s only then do you see the pink glitter that is painted over Rick’s fingernails. You can’t help but to take a quick photo for future keepsake.

“I knew there was good in Robert.” You see Cleo smiling as she does the very same. “Sebastian can see good in people you know.”

Just then, the rat jumps off her shoulder, scampering towards Rick. Nudging him slightly, Rick stirs, opening his eyes blearily. He doesn’t move from his position, least Freya wakes again.

“Heya buddy,” Rick pets Sebastian clumsily.

“Lemme get them to bed.” You started to move forward but was stopped by him.

“Nah, you rest darlin. I got this. Sides, princess here is out for the count.” Rick politely excuses himself as he trudges up the stairs with your family’s golden retriever, Champ following behind dutifully.

Rick comes down shortly after to repeat the same procedure, prying a sleepy Daniel from Robert who realizes the weight lifted off him.

“Good night Uncle Robert.” Your little boy waves sleepily before being carried away by his father.

“Now you just sit down here!” Harley quickly shoots down your protests to help with the bags as she brings them to the kitchen. Robert tags along, mumbling about the need for fresh air and a good stretch.

Sitting down, you decide to take the control to flip through the channels. Once you decided you were bored out of your mind, you realized that your husband had yet to come down. That wasn’t like him.

Slowly getting up, you reassure the young woman who was looking anxiously at you that you were simply going to check on Rick.

Padding down the hallway, you see from a far that the night light was visible from Freya’s room. Approaching the room quietly as possible, you peek inside.

Rick sits at the edge of her purple mattress, tapping her back in a rhythmic manner to send her back to dreamland.

You don’t go undetected for long as he sees you standing at the door. Kissing her cheek, he slips out of the room to join you in the hallway.

“The kids almost woke up again. Had to make sure they went back to sleep.” Rick tells you. As if you didn’t know the real reason.

“They really got you wrapped around their fingers huh?” You wrap your arms around your husband, smelling the coconut scented cream you had bought for him as a birthday gift.

Rick chuckles, “You have no idea baby.”

And he meant every word he said. All this while, military life meant everything to Rick. He didn’t think that the domestic life would ever suit him.

Until he was on the verge of death.

From being pulled out of the rubble by good samaritans, to a dingy operation room on the small island, all he could think about was the life he envisioned.

His hand gently caresses your stomach. “Thank you for being with me darlin. Thank you for giving me all of this.”

“Hey,” you urge him to look at you in the eyes. “None of that alright. I’m here with you. All the way.” You affirmed.

Rick takes a deep breath, leaning into your touch. He finally breaks away as Cleo comes into view, unsure if she was interrupting.

“Colonel Fl- I mean, Rick. Robert asked me to check on the both of you. He’s making ribs for supper.”

“Ribs!” You clapped your hands in enthusiasm making Rick chuckle. “Robert’s a lifesaver ya know that? Maybe I’ll name our little guy after him.” You pat your stomach. Rick could almost see you salivating.

“Don’t get too far ahead darlin.”

Setting foot at the bottom of the stairs, you see Robert begrudgingly wearing a “kiss the cook” apron that Harley had gotten her hands on earlier, flipping the tantalizing steaks and ribs.

“There you are ya lot!” Harley comes up behind the three of you, a tray of drinks in her hands. “Drinks for everyone- don’t worry I got it for Sebby too!” She gleefully passes a much smaller bottle to Cleo.

“As for you Missy,” Harley passes you a pink lemonade topped off with a lemon slice. “With compliments from yours truly.”

You gratefully accept it, making your way to the table with the help of your husband.

“You are amazing Robert,” you gush as he places the plate of steak in front of you. The man chuckles.

“Just don’t let your husband hear that.”

“Too late DuBois. You gotta teach me how to make that steak one day.” Rick stands beside him, clasping him on the back.

“And what, help you put those little cannonballs to sleep again?

“You know you love them.” Rick counters back. A moment of silence passes amongst all of you before the marksman breaks it.

“Yeah, I love those little firecrackers.”

The group bursts out laughing, clinking the glasses together.

The night deepens and conversations are filled with raucous laughter. Always attentive, Rick pulls you closer to his side while Harley rambles on about her pet hyenas to a slightly tipsy Cleo.

“Some night huh?”

“Well, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You lean into him, enjoying the starry view that the night had to offer from the patio with the rest of your mismatched but very lovable family.

Can be read as continuation: A beardful

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[lovearne]

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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[bludhavents]

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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[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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[foli-vora]

day 7: bath sex - rick flag.

warnings: f!reader. 18+ ONLY. i mean... the obvious - bath sex, unprotected p in v, the way this man physically makes me clench

a/n: 747 words. obviously not day 7 but we're rolling with the punches coz life. haven't written for ricky in a long while so this was nice. enjoy! x

The floor is probably flooded by now, but you can’t bring yourself to care. How can you? He feels too fucking good, all thick muscle and hot, slick skin sliding against yours with every move of his body.

His broad frame covers you and pushes you back into the side of the tub, each heavy thrust into you causing the remaining warm water to slosh up against the edges and spill out onto the tile floor. God, there's barely any water left—

He shifts your leg, hitches it higher on his hips and thrusts deeper, his cock hitting somewhere so deliciously deep within you it physically tears the breath from your lungs.

You don’t fucking care about the water.

All that matters is the way he fills you, stretches you; the way he feels, muscles rippling under your hands and the way his groans melt into your tongue.

“Yeah, this really isn’t workin', darlin’,” Rick breathes into your mouth, teeth tapping lightly against yours as an indulgent grin spreads across his lips.

It’s not the most comfortable of positions, and he’s damn sure your back will have something to say about the way you’re laying in a few hours. The tub barely fits him, let alone the both of you…

You make a noise of denial, your brows coming together as your nails drag along his shoulders in an effort to bring him closer, swallowing down the pleased groan that falls from his throat.

“It’s—fuck, baby—it’s fine,” you babble, lost in the way his cock rubs against your walls and desperate to keep him right where he is. “This is fine –”

“‘Fine’?” He teases in a low growl, nipping at the tender skin of your throat and pinning you firmer against the ceramic, his hands curling around the icy cool edges in an attempt to find purchase.

He drags his hips against yours with an upward thrust, his pubic bone rubbing along your aching clit and bringing a flood of fire along your nerves.

“Good,” you spit through a moan, the unforgiving pressure against the swollen nerve causing your walls to clench and flutter around him. “So good, so fucking good—”

“Yeah?”

The gruff rumble of the word dissolves against your lips as his mouth captures your own, his tongue sweeping along your lower lip and sliding languidly along yours before something hungrier takes hold.

He consumes you, practically drinks you down like a man starved and the ferocity of it settles hot and heavy in the pit of your stomach, increasing the already out of control fire raging through your system.

"God I've missed you, missed this—" he groans roughly, breaking away from your mouth to look at the way you writhe and moan with each drive of his hips.

You nod along to his words despite being barely coherent, your fingers grasping at the slick skin of his back as his large, calloused hand splays at the base of your throat. There's power behind his touch as it moves up along your skin, his fingers briefly flexing around the width of it before it meets your jaw.

He smooths a thumb over your mouth, rolling the soft flesh of your lips beneath his touch, almost to commit the plush feel of them to memory.

Lips soon replace the rough pad and you lose yourself to another earth shattering kiss, relishing in the feel of his tongue dragging along yours and how it has your cunt tightening around him as he slams into you.

"M-missed you... gone so long—"

"I know," he soothes into your mouth, his deep tone like molten honey. "You've got me all weekend... will you let me make it up to you, darlin'?"

He's already doing a damn good job of that.

With a mastered precision only your focused Colonel could have, every thrust he focuses on your throbbing clit and hitting that wickedly sweet spot deep within your walls until stars start to frame your vision and the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh starts to bounce off the tile walls.

You're so fucking close and he knows it, his lips turning up against your throat.

"Gon—fu—ck... gonna make you work for it, Flag," you moan brokenly, each and every muscle winding and tightening in anticipation as he drags you further and further towards your blissful end.

His chuckle melts into your ear, "Is that right? Well you know I like a challenge. Come on, baby—show me what I've been missin'."

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[ghostofskywalker]

Plus One

Rick Flag/Fem!Reader

Words: 2,993

Summary: After lying to your friend about dating someone for so long, she practically demands that you bring your “perfect boyfriend” to her wedding, no matter how much you try to get out of it. Thankfully, another of your friends comes to the rescue, but now you wish things were real.

Warnings: some sexual humor and references

Note: this is my entry to @that-sarcastic-writer​’s 1300 follower writing challenge! i really hope you enjoy this :) 

there is a flashback in this fic, and that whole scene is in italics. 

Rick Flag Masterlist

“So what exactly have you told your friend about me?” Rick asked, his voice pulling you out of your daydream. The car shook slightly as he drove down the highway, and he spoke again when it became clear you weren’t really listening. “Is there any story I have to stick to?”

You paused for a moment before shaking your head. “Not really. I only said that we worked together, and I didn’t tell her anything about you in particular.”

“But you said you had a boyfriend.”

“Yes, because I wanted her to stop setting me up with people,” you said. “You have no idea the amount of terrible dates I’ve been on just because June thought they would be ‘good for me,’ so I said I was seeing someone to get her off my back. I didn’t even give her a name because I never expected this would come up again.”

“So why are you dragging me to this wedding and making me drive?”

You scoffed. “First of all, you offered to drive, so don’t twist that on me. And second, if I remember correctly, this whole fake date thing was your idea too.”

“I’m so excited to see you!” June had said into the phone, so loudly that you held the receiver a little farther away from your ear. “And I’m even more excited to meet this perfect boyfriend you’ve been telling me about! You better be bringing him Y/N, because I’m not sure he actually exists and I think I need to see this man with my own two eyes.”

You had been sitting in your office when she called with the details for the wedding, and you were incredibly excited for an excuse to see her again. Originally you were supposed to be a bridesmaid, but the three hour distance between you and June, in addition to the way that your job worked made it clear that you couldn’t handle everything at once. She had understood, but just wanted to make sure you were still coming to the ceremony and reception. “I don’t know June,” you started to say. “We work together, and I don’t know if he’ll be able to take off at the same time.”

She groaned on the other end. “Ugh, your job is once again making my life difficult. Seriously Y/N, I want to meet this man, not only so you can prove he’s real, so I can give him the scary best friend talk.”

The door to your office opened right as you started to respond, and you looked up to see Rick Flag enter and sit down in one of the chairs across from your desk. “I’ll see what I can do. If he can’t make it I’ll let you know before I leave, okay?”

“Fine,” June said. “But you definitely better be there, or I’ll break into the base myself and kidnap you!”

You laughed. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, don’t worry. Boyfriend or no boyfriend, I’ll be there.” That last sentence felt strange to say in front of Rick, because you knew he was going to ask you about it (and he knew that you didn’t actually have a boyfriend) but right now the goal was to get June off the line.

Once you had hung up the phone, you turned to the man sitting in front of you. If June was your best friend, you considered Rick Flag to be a close second. You didn’t know if he would rank you that high on a list, but out of everyone at work he was the only person you really trusted. On the outside he was surly and guarded, but once you broke down that wall, he became almost an entirely different person. You were also a little in love with him, but he didn’t need to know that.

“What was that about?” Rick asked. “And why didn’t you tell me you had a boyfriend?”

You sighed. “Because technically, I don’t. But I’ve been lying to my best friend for the past month so she would stop trying to set me up on dates with random people.”

Rick laughed. “Seems like a handful.”

“She means well, I promise. Except she’s getting married in two weeks and is now demanding that I bring my nonexistent boyfriend to her wedding so she could meet him.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

Secretly, you were hoping you could drag him along and get him to play the part. He was sweet, he was attractive, and you knew each other well enough that you could probably pull this off. But you would rather eat glass than suggest that to him. “Honestly? I have no idea.”

“I could go with you.” There they were, the words you had wanted to hear, but now it felt weird to accept the proposal.

Instead of jumping over your desk and kissing him right there, you cocked your head to the side. “You’d want to go to a wedding where you don’t know anyone to help me not get caught in a lie?”

“Y/N, we’re friends.” Yeah, you were friends, but the problem was that you wanted more. “I’m sure you would do the same for me if the tables were turned.”

You nodded. “I would.” Your reasoning would definitely be a lot more selfish than he’s implying, but it’s true, you would offer to go to a wedding as his plus one if he needed it, so the statement wasn’t a lie.

“Exactly. I want to help you, and besides, a night away from here and with some free food sounds great.”

“Okay fine, I admit that I was the one who said I would go, but you would have asked me anyway.”

He was right, but you didn’t want to admit that. “I don’t think so.”

“So what would you have done?”

“Honestly? I probably would have made up some excuse about him not getting approved for the time off and then just suffered the torture.”

“Well, now you don’t have to suffer.” He smiled as he spoke, but you weren’t so sure about that. It was going to be just as torturous pretending to be Rick Flag’s girlfriend, especially when you knew that at the end of the night, you had to go back to just being his friend.

June was standing in her front lawn when Rick pulled into the driveway, and she had a huge smile on her face as you got out of the car. “Y/N, you’re here!” she said, rushing over to give you a huge hug. “And you brought the boyfriend I wasn’t sure existed!” That last part was said quietly, and you really hoped Rick didn’t hear it.

You couldn’t tell if he had heard the remark or not, but he smiled at June and held his hand out for her to shake. “I’m Rick.”

“June,” she said, and then turned back to you. “Damn Y/N, how did you get one so hot?”

Well, he definitely heard that remark. In fact, his cheeks were dusted with a tinge of blush, and you really wished you could be anywhere else but here right now. “June-”

Thankfully, you heard someone call June’s name and cut you off, because you honestly didn’t know what you would say at this point. You smiled at June’s sister April standing in the doorway, silently thanking her for getting you out of that line of questioning. “The caterer is on the phone for you,” she called out.

“Okay, I’ll be right there,” June responded, and then turned back to you. “You have the same bedroom you usually stay in, and you’re more than welcome to come to the rehearsal dinner tonight.”

You went to speak, but was once again cut off by April. “June! Hurry up!”

“I’ll be there in a second, relax!”

You laughed. “Go talk to the caterer. We’ll bring in our stuff.”

Once June had disappeared back into the house, you and Rick grabbed your bags and he allowed you to lead him to the room where you two would be staying. “I didn’t even think about it, but there’s only one bed in the room,” you said. Actually, that was a big fucking lie. You had been thinking about it, for the entire drive down, but you didn’t want to give away your true feelings because you were almost positive that he didn’t reciprocate them.

“That’s fine,” he said. “I’ve slept over at your apartment, and it’s not like you snore.”

This was a lot different than him crashing on your couch after a night of bar hopping, but you weren’t going to argue. When you pulled open the door to the room June had come to call “yours” (even though you only visited a few times a year), you dropped your bags and laid down face first on the bed.

It was already too much, this fake dating thing. You could handle June being embarrassing, but just the thought of holding Rick’s hand or kissing him, even if it was just for show, was enough to set your body on fire. This was going to be hell, except with a significant lack of pitchforks and fire, just you and your sexual frustration living a lie you would sell your soul to make real.

You felt him gently touch your arm, and you picked your head up off the bed. “I’m so sorry about June,” you said, before he could even open his mouth.

His laughter was bright, and you hung onto every moment. “It wasn’t that bad,” he said, a smile on his face. “My family would have been much worse.”

“Still, I didn’t think she would be so forward about objectifying you.”

“Y/N, you’re acting like I didn’t know what I was getting into,” he said. “Like you pointed out in the car, I was the one who suggested this, so I was prepared for a few comments. And you’re one of my closest friends, so it’s not hard to pretend to be in love with you.”

His words didn’t even register in your brain until it was too late, and just as you were about to ask him to elaborate, the door came busting open and June came marching in, her hands covering her eyes. “Stop the funny business! Innocent lady walking in!” she said loudly.

“June, nothing was going on,” you said. “You can open your eyes.”

“I was just making sure! Because you’re totally welcome to fuck like rabbits while you’re here, but I just don’t want to see it.”

You loved June, but she was going to be the death of you. “We’re not-”

You weren’t sure what to say, but luckily Rick came to your rescue. “We’re not really at that stage of the relationship yet,” he supplied. “This wedding would be the first really big event we attend.”

Not a single lie had come out of his mouth, but obviously June took the statement a little differently than you did (she believed you two were dating after all, and you knew the truth). “What did you need?” you asked, quickly changing the subject.

She paused for a moment, but then snapped back into wedding mode. “Can you help me and April finish the centerpieces?” she asked. “The wedding planner is going to pick them up at the rehearsal dinner, and we’re a little behind schedule.”

“Do you need me to do anything?” Rick asked.

June smiled, and you knew that she had plans to put him to work too. “How are you with a hot glue gun?”

So that’s how you ended up making floral centerpieces with April and June while Rick glued black and blue bows onto the wedding favors. The two sisters pelted you with all kinds of questions about your “relationship,” and you tried to keep all your stories as close to the truth as you could. Rick acted like the perfect boyfriend the whole time, and it genuinely felt like a punch in the gut. Your feelings for him were only growing, and you couldn’t let yourself get too comfortable in this lie, because it was going to be over before you knew it.

But letting him put his arm around you and kiss you on the cheek was just keeping up your cover, right? And you would have to sleep in the same bed tonight anyway. Nothing that had happened today was making you regret bringing Rick with you, but you sure as hell were regretting the fact that you weren’t together for real.

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The ceremony was beautiful, and it was held at a park a few minutes away from June’s house. So far the reception was proving to be an enjoyable time as well, except for one big issue. Well, it wasn’t really an issue, but it was painful. Rick had taken the sentiment of “doting boyfriend” and ran with it. He held your hand during the ceremony, let you rest your head on his shoulder when you were trying to hide your tears (weddings could be emotional, damn it), and walked with you everywhere, his hand usually on your lower back. Even now, just sitting at your table, his chair was pulled directly next to yours. But the worst thing by far was the fact that he seemed completely nonchalant about the way that you had woken up that morning.

The spare bedroom at June’s house had a double bed, but it wasn’t particularly large, so you had fantasized about something like this happening, but you never thought it actually would come to pass. When you opened your eyes to the sound of the alarm clock, it had become immediately obvious that you were cuddling with Rick Flag. Or more specifically, he was spooning you. His arm was thrown over your middle, and his fingertips were just ghosting the bare skin of your stomach where your shirt had pulled up during the night.

But as much as you were mortified about crossing some kind of invisible friendship boundary (though, let’s be real, you really wanted to feel his arms around you again), Rick just brushed it off. It was like nothing had changed between you two, and you were genuinely wondering how he managed to be normal about this. And to make matters worse, he had been especially affectionate with you at breakfast, something that you knew was just because June had been watching, but you desperately wished could have been real.

A slow beat started to come from the DJ’s speakers, and Rick took your hand. “You wanna dance with me?”

“I don’t know-”

“You really don’t want to dance with your fake boyfriend?” his voice was soft, but thankfully there was no one else sitting at the table with you yet, so no one heard the truth about your relationship.

“Be quiet!” you hissed, even though you knew your secret was safe. “Someone will hear you!”

“Do you want me to shout it from the rooftops?”

“No!”

“Then dance with me for this one song.” There was a no-nonsense expression on his face, and you knew there was no getting out of this one.

“Fine.” You huffed, but secretly your feelings were a lot more positive.

You allowed him to lead you out on the dance floor, where you began to sway in time with the other couples. At one point he even pulled you closer to him, and the hand that was resting on your waist gently tightened around you for a moment. After looking up at him (and seeing a smile on his face you were sure was completely fake), you really wanted to kiss him.

What you never would have expected was for that to actually happen. You kept moving your head so you were staring at anything but his face, trying to remember that this was only going to be the reality for about twelve more hours, until you felt a gentle tap on your hip. “Are you going to look at me?” Rick asked playfully, with a smile that made you want to melt right there.

This is fake. This is fake. This is fake. Pull yourself together, damn it!

“Why?” you asked, trying to play it cool. “Do you want me to look at you?”

“Well I’d really like to kiss you right now, and it would be way easier if I could see your face.”

You stumbled at his words, but his hands were there to steady you. “No one is paying any attention to us right now,” you said. “We don’t need to keep the act up.”

“Who said this was all an act? Y/N, I’m crazy about you, and I have been ever since we met.” This could not be happening, it had to be either a dream or some elaborate practical joke. Maybe Rick spilled the beans to June and she’s conspiring with him to play a joke on you. “And I can see you don’t really believe me, but trust me, I didn’t just offer to be your fake boyfriend out of friendly obligation.”

You didn’t even care if he had more to say, you just didn’t want to wait another second. When you pressed your lips to his, he immediately kissed back. But since the middle of the dance floor at your best friend’s wedding wasn’t really the place to start making out with him, it was over much too soon for your liking. “You’re serious about this?’ you asked quietly. “About us?”

“More serious than I have ever been about anything,” he said, gently tilting your head so he could kiss you again. “And I knew for sure when I woke up this morning to see you cuddled up to me.”

You would have to thank June and her slightly-too-small bed later, but right now, you just wanted to kiss him again.

- the end -

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May I request “Yeah, it’s nighttime here. But it’s daytime where you are.” with Rick please? Thanks! 💖

Til I See You Again | Rick Flag x G/N!Reader

Summary: Rick doesn't call you during missions

Warnings: Mention of anxiety

Word Count: 831 words

Your seat in the reception area up on the twelfth story gives you the perfect view of the midday sun reflecting off the windows of the surrounding buildings.

It’s early August; your favourite time of the year. There’s not a cloud in the sky and you’d give just about anything to be outside, basking in the heat. Instead, you’re anxiously waiting to be called in to give your presentation to the board.

These meetings might be a regular aspect of your marketing job, but it doesn’t matter how often you attend them; the nerves never fade. Those butterflies in your stomach and the tightness in your chest have become part of daily life.

While you wait and battle your mounting anxiety, you try to focus on the sound of the receptionist’s voice. The phones have been ringing off the hook since you arrived and the poor woman can’t seem to catch a break.

You’re musing over who has the worst deal when you swear you hear her say your name. Heart racing even faster, you look over at the desk and find her soft blue eyes staring at you. She lowers the handset and repeats your name uncertainly.

“There’s a call for you.”

Her tone and expression suggest she is just as perplexed as you are right now. Who could possibly be calling you at your customer’s head office? In England, no less. This was an international trip, taking you thousands of miles away from your Louisiana home. Thankfully, such trips are few and far between.

Rising cautiously and conscious that your meeting will soon begin, you approach the desk and accept the phone. You hands shake around the receiver, but you affect a confident voice, channelling the energy you’re going to need inside the board room.

“Hello?”

There’s a beat of static filled silence, before the voice on the other line answers. “Darlin’, is that you?”

“R-Rick?” Your voice falters, barely daring to believe it could be true.

“Yep.” You hear him laugh, taking obvious delight at your surprise.

Surprise would be one way of putting it. The two of you have an unspoken rule. He doesn’t call during a mission. And right now, you know he’s in the middle of one on the other side of the Atlantic.

“Is everything OK? What are you doing calling me here? It must be the middle of the night?”

You’re conscious that the receptionist is clearly eavesdropping, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when the rugged sound of your fiancé's voice fills the line once more.

“Yeah, it’s night-time here. But it’s daytime where you are. I remembered today was your important pitch. I wanted to tell you good luck.”

The fact that he would remember not only the day of your meeting but also the time and place makes your heart flutter.

“You didn’t have to call. You could have text. You must be busy.”

“Lost my cell the other day. Was easier to find you here. And we’re havin’ a little... downtime right now.”

In the background you can hear music and shouting. “Rick, are you in a bar?”

“S'part of the mission, but yeah.” He sounds a little sheepish. “We mighta had a few beers. But what Waller don’t know can’t hurt her.”

“Well, enjoy I guess.”

You know Rick’s boss works him and the rest of the task force to the bone. You also know that they’re dubbed The Suicide Squad. A fact that means you’re filled with dread every time Rick leaves for a mission. Often your own job is the only thing that takes your mind off your fear for Rick.

“Fuck, I miss you, baby.”

Down the line you hear someone calling Rick’s name.

“Damnit. I gotta go. Look, the reason I really called you was... this mission has been a shit show from the start. Nothin’s goin’ to plan. I dunno what the hell’s goin’ on back home but I need you to know I’m gonna do everythin’ I can to make it back to you, alright? But if anythin’ happens to me... know that I love you. So much. So fuckin’ much.”

His words are rushed. More serious than you’re used to hearing.

Tears prick the corners of your eyes. You don’t like the way he’s talking. This is precisely why he doesn’t call you on missions. Because now you’re stuck here, imagining the worst. What has gone so wrong that he feels the need to call?

“Rick?” You need more time. You need to know everything.

“I’m sorry darlin’, I really do have to go.”

There’s no use fighting it. The job always comes first. You swallow your tears. “I love you too, Rick. Come home to me.”

The line goes dead.

Hands still shaking, you return the phone to the receptionist. Before you can even take a breath to regain your composure, you hear your name being called from the other side of the room.

“We’re ready for you.”

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KWF Day 3: Rick Flag x F!Reader

Main Master List KWF Master List

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Lead up to smut, explicit dialogue, language

Word Count: 581

Day 3: Sweat / Gun to Temple / Thick as Thieves

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With each grunt you release, the more Rick loses his concentration. He typically doesn’t mind sharing the gym with people, in fact he prefers it, but not when it’s you. He doesn’t have an issue with you, in fact it’s the opposite and he’s so desperately in love with you, but you don’t know it. In either case, the groans you release has Rick hardening underneath his sweats and painfully. 

“(Y/N)! Can you stop that?” Rick asks from across the room as you set your weight down, your chest heaving with each intake of oxygen as sweat drips down your chest and between your boobs and despite Rick being feet away, it’s almost like he can see the bead of sweat disappear between your breasts.

You prop your hands on your hips as you walk toward him, subconsciously eyeing the tall soldier up and down. “Why Rick? Am I distracting you?” You stop the minute your chest touches his as he looks down, blush blooming across his cheeks as you smirk. You caught him. “I am. Aren’t I? Little ole me distracting the Colonel,” Rick visibly gulps as you trace a nail along his sweaty arm, sending goosebumps down his spine. “Don’t think I haven’t seen the way you look at me, like I’m some piece of raw meat,” Rick shakes his head as you stretch yourself up, using his frame to steady yourself while your lips brush the outside of his ear. “Then what is it, Colonel?”

“I, I-,” he hangs his head, his cock throbbing, especially while your hands are on his body. “I like you is all,” he comments as you rub your body against his frame, intentionally adding pressure to his aching member. 

“What do you want to do about it?” Rick’s hazel eyes darken slightly as he watches the way the sweat drips down your body. Noticing his fixation, you smirk and pull your shirt over your head, exposing your glistening body. “Is this what you’re looking at?”

Something inside Rick snaps. He does not want to be the sub in this situation, he wants you to be begging for him. “What are you comfortable with?”

“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” your hands fiddle with the hem of his shirt as his hands find a way to your hips.

“What makes you think you’re in charge sweetheart?” He dips his head to your neck, running his nose along your pulse point, a mix of your sweat and pheromones invading his senses. “I’ve been wanting you for a while now. If you’ll have me.” You guide his face to yours, his breath mixing with yours. 

“Honestly?” Your lips brush against his, neither of you making the move to connect yourselves together. “I’ll have you anyway you give me.” He closes the gap between your bodies, pulling you into him as his lips capture yours, tongues fighting for dominance until he pulls away and rests his damp forehead against yours. 

“What if I give you everything?” You break out into a smile, your hands finding a way into his hair and tug at the strands, nudging his nose with yours. 

“I think I’d like that.” With no further comment, Rick hoists you up in his arms as you wrap your legs around his waist, his erection pressing into your butt as he reattaches his lips to yours, carrying you to the back room.

“Good, because now that I got you, I have no intention of letting you go.” 

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