#rick flag x female reader

[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?”

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

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

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[magicalqueennightmare]

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[deanwinchesterswitch]

Forever's a Long Time

Pairing: Rick Flag x Female Reader

Summary: Rick made a mistake. Before he has a chance to fix it, he’s called away on a mission.

Warnings: Flangst; Canon divergence

Word Count: 3,523

Beta: None. I have no idea why I decided to die a warrior writer on this one, but here we are. 

Author Notes: A long overdue ask and my first-ever Rick Flag fic. Once I got into the meat of this, I had a lot of fun writing it. Prompts were Rick Flag-Music-Making up

He fucked up big time.

He was supposed to meet you at the concert, but he’d run into some of his old army buddies. They’d persuaded him to join them for a drink at a nearby bar. One drink turned into two, two into three, and before he knew it, almost four hours had passed. 

It wasn’t that he’d forgotten the significance of the day or where he was supposed to be. It was that he had just lost track of time. When he finally makes it to the arena, your seat is empty. He waits for a bit, hoping you’ve simply gone to get a drink or to the bathroom. After several minutes, he admits defeat, stomach muscles rippling with tension, realizing you aren’t coming back.

Breaking every speed limit to race home, he worries that this time might be the proverbial straw and you will leave. He drops his bag at the front door and hurries down the hallway to find you sitting on the end of the bed, crying. The simultaneous hit of relief and guilt makes his heart painfully clench. “I’m sorry,” he exclaims, a lump forming in his throat when you flinch hearing his voice.

“Just… leave me alone.”. 

“Babe…”

“Go away!” you shout, turning away from him.

“Please, let me explain,” he begs.

“Go.” Your voice is thick and muffled, your body shaking as you sob.

Rick hesitates, wanting to go to you, fall to his knees, and beg your forgiveness, but the pain and anger in your tone is heartbreakingly clear. Any attempt to get you to listen to him now will only result in him screwing up further. He gently shuts the door behind him, making his way to the small bar in the living room.

He pours a hefty amount of scotch into a tumbler, gulping down half the contents in one go. Seconds after the smoky sweetness hits his taste buds, he turns and hefts the drink into the fireplace. “I’m a goddamn idiot,” he berates as glass shards and amber liquid reign down, sinking into cold ash.

The phone that vibrates in his pocket angers him further. He knows who’s calling before he even looks at the screen. She always has the worst possible timing. Turning to stare into the inky darkness beyond the window behind the bar, he answers the call with a fierce, “What do you want?”

Twenty minutes later, hands gripping the frame, he presses his forehead to the bedroom door …debating. He agreed to go on the mission. Honestly, he never has much of a choice with Waller, but this time, he called in—no, demanded—a favor in return. Even though she owes him, he knows he will end up paying for it in some way, but he doesn’t care if the outcome is what he’s hoping for.

The concern now is you. There are a couple of ways this will go, and he’s afraid of the worst.

While you have every right to be, you’ve never been this angry with him. If he tells you he’s leaving on a mission before things are settled between you, it could cause an even bigger fight. If he doesn’t tell you he’s leaving, the rift it causes could be irreparable.

What he’s hoping for is that by giving you some time and space, he’ll have a better chance of fixing the mess he’s made. Even though he knows that’s a chickenshit excuse he’s trying to convince himself with, he’s out of time. He has to leave.

“I’ll love you forever,” he whispers. The sentiment he voices every time he leaves on assignment, except this time, he won’t hear your reply.

After experiencing your first aftermath of a full-fledged mission, you made him promise that no matter what was going on in your relationship at the time, you would always let the other know how much you loved them before he left—an effort to assuage the unspoken fear of him possibly not coming back alive.

A couple of months later, he had to leave again. You weren’t speaking to him then, angry over a stupid comment he’d made. Just as he was ready to walk out the door, you grabbed him, pulling him into a passionate kiss. When you released the death grip on his jacket, lips parting from his, you’d whispered. “Do you know how much I love you? My heart is yours …always.”

He’d stroked your hair, held your face in his hands, kissed your forehead, and said, “I’ll love you forever.”

“Forever’s a long time,” you’d teased back, trying to hide the fear he knew you felt.

Getting caught up in the moment, he’d laughed, “And that’s how long I’ll love you,” but he knew then and there that he’d never said truer words.

After that, the little exchange had become a ritual before he would leave. Today will be the first time those promises won’t be shared.

Pushing off the frame, he steals his heart and closes his mind against the feelings with a deep breath. Grabbing the bag he’d left sitting unpacked in the foyer, he quietly closes the front door, a note left propped against an empty vase on the kitchen island.

Puffy, bloodshot eyes stare back at you, and salty tear tracks stain your cheeks. You’d fallen asleep infuriated but bereft. “How could he forget?” Your dejected reflection has no reply. The only person who can supply that information is him.

After doing your best to clear the remnants of heartbreak from your face, you pull on one of his hoodies and make your way out of the sanctuary of the bedroom. Expecting to find him passed out on the couch or sleeping in the spare bedroom, anxiety hits when you find he’s in neither location. 

Finding his note turns the fear to ire, and the vase angrily swept from the counter to shatter like your heart. 

After two days of unanswered calls and texts, your emotions running the gamut of rage to heartbreak to fear, then back to anger, you finally settle on remorse. Rick left, with you angry at him. You had each promised that he would never leave without talking first.

You want to continue to be angry with him, furious that he didn’t talk to you before he went out on assignment, but concern for his safety wars with your temper. You had refused to speak to him that night, kicking him out of your shared bedroom. Knowing him the way you do, you assume he felt it best to give you space. It doesn’t make it hurt any less or diminish the fear. If something happens to him during the mission … “NO,” you shout, reprimanding yourself. “He’ll come home safe.”

You know that trying to contact Waller will only increase your frustration—she won’t give you any answers. 

Clutching the pillow that still smells like him, you curl into a ball and breathe into the dark silence of the room, “My heart is yours,” crying yourself to sleep for the third night in a row.

With still no word from Rick the following morning, you know you need a distraction, or you will have a nervous breakdown. After calling work to tell them you are taking the week off—you want to be here when he comes home—you decide to clean the house. Having seen the broken glass in the fireplace, you opt to clean that as well, making a thorough mess of yourself and your clothes.

Shutting off the hair dryer, you step out of the bathroom in clean, comfy leggings and one of Rick’s sweatshirts, feeling refreshed and a little less stressed, until the doorbell rings.  

As you race to the entryway, your mind immediately latches onto the worst thought. You stop cold, hand hovering over the doorknob, picturing the uniformed men on the other side waiting to deliver that blow to your heart. “No, no, no,” you breathe, “it’s not that. It can’t be that.” You’d know before anyone told you. You would have felt it. 

With a deep breath, you turn the knob and yank the door open, startling the person holding a huge arrangement of flowers. 

“Oh, hello!” the young man exclaims, handing you the flowers, calling, “Have a good day,” as he rushes back to his delivery van.

Stunned by the size of the bouquet and the swiftness of the whole interaction, your belated “Thank you” is uttered to the rear of the vehicle as it pulls away from the curb.

Luckily, the flowers came in a vase as you’d broken the only one you had large enough to hold them. You shuffle into the kitchen, your nose buried in the fragrant bouquet, smiling as you think about Rick explaining to the florist exactly which flowers to include. Every stem was a species of flower you loved or held a special meaning for the two of you, and each blossom was your favorite color, accented by tiny white petals and greenery.

Setting the arrangement in the middle of the kitchen table, you grab the small envelope nestled in the blooms and sit as you open it. A laugh strangled by a sob catches in your throat at seeing Rick’s handwriting, I’ll love you forever, on the tiny card within.

The relief at knowing he’s alive tamps down the heartache and frustration still simmering within you. Flipping the card between your fingers, you find another message on the back. Pack a bag. A car will arrive in thirty. Glancing at the clock on the stove, you realize you have a little over twenty minutes if you go from the time the flowers arrived.

Jumping up from the chair, you race down the hallway. Yes, the two of you need to talk through what happened the other night, but excitement at seeing him pushes all other emotions aside. Tugging a small suitcase from your closet shelf, you laugh, realizing you have no idea where you’re going or what kind of weather you should pack for. 

A peek at the clock on your nightstand tells you that you’re down to fifteen minutes. After quickly changing into a comfortable pair of jeans and a top, you toss a few basics into the luggage, hurling curses at the framed picture of him on your dresser for not giving you more time. Shoving your toiletries, passport, and wallet in the bag, you zip it closed and take a look around the room. You’re out of time, so you hope you have what you need, and if not, then you guess you’ll buy it when you get wherever you’re going. 

With comfortable footwear in one hand, you roll your bag to the foyer. The doorbell rings just as you drop the shoes to the floor to slip them on. A smartly dressed woman is on the other side, holding a small bouquet of purple calla lilies. 

“Hello,” you say, slightly stunned by yet more flowers. Apprehension settles in that he’s trying to compensate for something, hoping to soften a blow not yet delivered.

She greets you with a nod and a smile, “Good morning,” and hands you the flowers as she reaches for your luggage. “Let me get your bag for you.” 

“Oh, sure.” You lock the door as she wheels the suitcase toward a large SUV. Asking reveals no destination other than the airport, where upon arrival, you are ushered onto a private plane …alone.

Rick is not aboard, but he seems to have ensured that the crew pampers you, and you wonder how he made this all happen and worry about what it will cost him with Waller. He may have some favors owed to him, but you’re pretty sure nothing of this caliber—another item to add to your growing list of questions.

Your final destination seems to be an off-limits topic. Either the crew genuinely doesn’t know or has been warned not to tell. So you decide to do the only thing you can do—relax and enjoy the luxury, sipping your favorite drink and nibbling on the fresh fruit, cheese, and chocolates from the platter set in front of you.

You hadn’t planned on falling asleep and are startled when the flight attendant taps your shoulder to let you know you’ll be landing in twenty. Looking at the time on your phone, you find it’s late afternoon and in a completely different time zone. A peek out the window reveals nothing but clear azure water below. Anticipation and anxiety kick your pulse up. Excitement at finally seeing him mixes with latent anger, so you take a few calming breaths. 

Another car awaits you as you exit the plane onto a small landing strip, but still no Rick. You’re heart plummets, and your gut churns. What if this is some elaborate hoax? What if you are being kidnapped and will be held hostage as leverage against Rick? The logical side of your brain knows that the thought is a bit far-fetched, but you dig in your heels anyway.

“Where are you taking me?” you ask the driver waiting for you. “Where’s Rick?”

“I am not at liberty to say, Miss.” You have received the same rehearsed reply from everyone you’ve asked.

Fisting your hands, you widen your stance as Rick taught you, tone demanding as you shout, “I am not going any further until you tell me where I am and where Rick is!”

The man is imposing, a mountain of muscle, so you have to give him credit when he doesn’t laugh, even though a corner of his mouth quirks up. He does stare you down, though, gauging your demeanor for a long moment. “Cute.” With a nod and a wink, he reaches for your suitcase sitting next to you on the tarmac, putting it in the vehicle as he chuckles, “Nice form, though. Flag teach you that?”

Sighing in defeat at the amusement spreading over his features, you unfurl your fists and huff, “At least tell me where we are.”

“Private island.” Opening the front passenger door, he gestures inside. “Now, get in. He’s waiting.”

With a roll of your eyes, you stomp over to the vehicle and climb in. Thankfully, the drive is short as your companion seems to be the strong, silent type—not offering any other information, no matter how annoying you make yourself.

Helping you out of the Jeep, he sets your bag beside you and points to a tree-lined path. “Through there,” are his vague, gruffly given directions before he hops back in the vehicle and speeds off down the road.

“Good thing I wasn’t planning on tipping you,” you yell at the taillights, grumbling as you drag your suitcase behind you, “Gonna file a complaint with customer service is what I’m gonna do.”

Rounding a curve in the path, your eyebrows shoot up as your eyes bulge. “WOW!” Before you is a large stone facade villa. A wood plank veranda seemingly wraps around the entire building, surrounded by palm trees and lush vegetation. Rick still hasn’t made an appearance, and your ire starts to overshadow the peacefulness of your surroundings. Once inside the open-air foyer, you spin in place, taking in the clean lines and understated beauty of the place.

“Gorgeous,” you murmur, staring at the intricately detailed design.

“I agree.”

You spin to face the direction his husky voice came from and drop your gaze from the inlaid teak ceiling to find him leaning against the doorjamb of what appears to be a bedroom. His hair is damp, and a towel slung low on his hips.

“I meant you, by the way.” Pushing himself upright with a shoulder, he smiles. “You’re earlier than I expected, but damn, you’re a sight.” Uncrossing his arms, he opens them wide. “I missed you.”

“Missed you, too,’ you state, fighting the emotions to keep the tremor from your voice when you catch sight of the large bruise now visible on his left side.

As you get closer, your eyes take stock of his other injuries—the bruised cheek, the cut on his temple almost hidden in his hairline, the split in his bottom lip—reminding you of how dangerous his missions can be. It makes you suspicious of how close you came to losing him this time. “How close?”

He tilts his head with a slight shrug. “Too close,” adding quickly, “but I’m here and only slightly damaged.” He knows better than to try and sugarcoat it because it only makes you angrier, but he still always tries to deflect from the seriousness of any injuries. 

Everything you’ve been feeling the past few days converges, driving you to swing your hand up and slap him hard when you’re within reach. Tears immediately well in your eyes, and your chest heaves with each intake of breath.

Rick drops his arms and flexes his jaw. He knows you. He knows how badly he hurt you, how scared you were when you couldn’t reach him, how angry you are for him leaving without talking to you first. His gaze never wavers from yours, but he doesn’t move, seemingly waiting for an onslaught of rage-fueled words or another hit.

But you can’t—the relief of seeing him alive and standing in front of you crests and consumes all other emotions. You bury your face in his chest and wrap your arms around him as you release all your feelings with your tears. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he rasps, cocooning you in his embrace. “So sorry.”

When you’ve calmed enough to look at him, you slip your hands around his neck and pull him down for a kiss, feeling the tension ease from him when you press up on your toes to get closer. When you pull away, he thumbs the remaining tears from your cheeks. “I-”

“No,” you shake your head, letting him know you don’t want to get into it right now. He nods in understanding and gives you a sexy little smirk as he spins the two of you around, backing you into the room. 

“So, we have this place to ourselves for the rest of the week.” He grabs something off the small table next to the door, and the room is filled with the low, sultry tune of one of your favorite songs. Next, the lights dim, and candlelit shadows dance on the walls as the sun sinks lower.

“Smooth, Flag.” You gasp when he spins you away from him and giggle when he twirls you back into his embrace. “Very smooth.”

You rest your head on his shoulder as he dances the two of you around the room, getting lost in the music, his scent, and the feeling of his skin against yours. Talking can wait until tomorrow. Forgiveness will be found. Tonight, you just want to feel. You’re about to tell him exactly that when he breaks the silence first.

“I know you don’t want to talk about it right now, but-”

“Then shut up.” Your tone is mostly teasing, but he stills, tracing the line of your jaw before gently tilting your head up.

“I want to make it up to you.” He steps back, slipping his hands under your shirt, and you don’t resist when he pushes it up and off your body. Large hands smooth down your sides, fingers deftly undoing your jeans, working them down your legs until you can kick free of them. “Show you how sorry I am.”

“Then show me,” you pout.

He runs a finger under your bra strap before hooking it around the elastic and tugging the fabric off your shoulder. “I think you’re still a little overdressed, darlin’.” He slips the other strap off your shoulder, kissing along your clavicle. 

Reaching behind your back, you unclasp the bra and let it fall to the floor. You don’t realize how close you are to the bed until he pushes a thigh between your legs and leans forward, falling with you onto the mattress. He lands on a forearm to keep from crushing you but grips your wrist with his free hand, pushing it above your head.

A salacious smile follows a sweet kiss to your forehead right before he nips your chin. Sliding over your body, he kisses a path between the valley of your breasts down to your belly button, the scruff on his chin tickling your flesh. Before he can go further, you grip the nape of his neck and tug. 

The twinkle in his adoring gaze when he rests his chin on your stomach momentarily steals the words from your lips. Breath hitches as you ghost a finger near the cut at his temple, tears well as the pads of your fingers gently glide over his bruised cheek, lips tremble when your thumb drifts lightly over his damaged lip. He releases your wrist, entwining his fingers with yours, and you find your voice again.

“I’ll love you forever,” you manage to breathe.

He arches a brow, a silent inquiry for stealing his line, but replies with a smile, “Forever’s a long time.”

You smile in return, squeezing his hand. “And that’s how long I’ll love you.”

@princessmisery666

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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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[witchygagirl]

Not to self promote but I wanted to share my favorite fanfic I've written

Always be Yours ----> Dean Winchester x Female Reader (Canon storyline except for adding her in)

Sins & Amends ----> Billy Russo x Female Reader (Canonish storyline but Billy is no where near Canon. Not an evil narcissistic sociopath)

The Solider and His Witch ------> Rick Flag x Female Reader (follows both suicide squad storylines and some time between)

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[sebsxphia]

i would like to be sandwiched in between hangman and rick flag and just be the biggest brat ever

THIS IS THE FUCKING ONE SHOW ME THE MONEY LETS GOOOOOOO

bro bro bro. i know for a fucking fact these two are the biggest brat tamers to grace god’s given earth. it runs in their blood.

they definitely pull rank, i mean ricks a fucking colonel and even though hangman is a lower rank, he still uses it against you.

“keep your legs open for me, darling.” hangman drawls as he presses his finger tips down onto your thighs so hard you know it’s going to bruise. the overstimulation from hangman’s other fingers inside of you and the small vibrator running on your clit is too much, and your legs push against his vice grip, closing in on him.

rick delivers a harsh smack to your cunt making you wail pathetically, squirming in his grasp as you rest against his chest. “fucking brat. listen to your lieutenant.” he grips your cheeks with his thumb and forefinger, squishing them slightly and turning your head back to face him. “your tears are no use. remember who you belong to.”

and when you continue to disobey their orders?????? my guys are pulling the weight behind their thrusts and their cocks down your throat 😵‍💫🥴

thank you so so so much for this dear anon!! 💌 i’m totally on board for anymore of these thots!!

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[beelicious-and-fictitious]

Joel Kinnaman Character Masterlist

Main Masterlist

This is a collection of my all of my fics written as pairings for Joel Kinnaman’s characters. All NSFW fics are marked as SMUT!

***all unfinished series/ fics are on hiatus***

Original Character Fics

Ruby Moon Sunflower Seeds (unfinished series) | Teaser One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Face Cast

Rick Flag X OC Kaia Castle. He’s a soldier, she has superpowers, and there’s something there between them. More than he knows: until one day he’s fucking around with a new job and alien tech and discovers that she had his baby... and his girls in danger.

Reader Insert Fics

Detective Stephen Holder from The Killing (tv show 2011-2014)

Royal Flush | 3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | you play strip poker with your buddy Stephen

Can’t Stay Mad At You | 3.3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | your boyfriend Stephen is late because of work (again) and he tries his best to make it up to you

Just Ask | 5.3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | your boyfriend Stephen thinks pussy eating is fake and you show him how wrong he is

Every Little Step (unfinished series) | [on old Masterlist]

Stephen Holder X Mom! POC! Reader. Stephen meets you, a fellow detective at Seattle Police Department and recovering alcoholic. He falls for you and your adorable daughter instantly.

Colonel Rick Flag from DCEU Suicide Squad (2019)/ The Suicide Squad (2020)

French Lace And Silk Stockings | 2k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | 1950′s AU where you try on some lingerie your husband Rick bought you

Safe Harbor | 6.5k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | Rick can’t seem to depressurize from the horrors of the latest mission but you can help with that

Silver Ghosts | Drabble Challenge: less than 1k word limit | Written for the March 2022 GFS Drabble Project

Tamagotchi | Drabble Challenge: less than 1k word limit | Written for the April 2022 GFS Drabble Project

Think You Can Handle That Much? | 1.4k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | My one and only fic request! You (can be read also as OC Kaia Castle) are freaking out about the wedding and your fiance Rick knows just how to calm you

Twelve of Thirty-One Kinktober 2021 Prompts | *word count is tagged at the beginning of every fic* 🔥SMUT🔥 | Prompts completed for Rick are as follows numerically: 5-10, 15-17, 20, 23, & 25. More info in Kinktober 2021 Masterlist (linked above)

Takeshi Kovacs (Ryker Sleeve) from Altered Carbon

Rose Venemum | 4.3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | You ask Tak to help you with a mission and discover a new kink or two

Two of Thirty-One Kinktober 2021 Prompts | 1.5k + 2k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | Prompts completed with Takeshi Kovacs were “Day Fourteen: Temperature Play/ Bath Shower Sex” and “Day Nineteen: Impact Play”

Erik Heller from Hanna (tv show 2019-2021)

A Southward Breeze | Drabble mode: less than 1k word limit | Written for the May 2022 GFS Drabble Project

\\Return to Main Masterlist for more fics by yours truly//

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[lacontroller1991]

KWF Day 9: Rick Flag x F!Reader

Main Master List KWF Master List

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 808

Day 9: Stripping / Tossing and Turning / Game Day (sports)

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“I can’t fucking believe he chose soccer.” Rick sulks in the driver seat as you look back to your 7 year old, game ready in his uniform and oblivious to his father’s irritation about the chosen sport. “I mean I was playing football at his age!”

“Now, now Richard, your father made you play football and you resented it. Didn’t you?”

Rick huffs but hangs his head in shame because you’re right, his father made him do many things, most of which he regrets doing. But still, “why soccer out of the rest? Why not baseball?”

You tug your teeth between your lips as you stifle a giggle at your husband’s antics because what the former Special Ops officer doesn’t know is that you managed to subconsciously point your son into the direction of soccer, whether that being by telling stories of soccer players like Messi or Ronaldo, or even sitting your son on your lap while you watched the world cup. Either way, Rick is none the wiser to your scheme. 

The closer the three of you get to the soccer field, the more you could feel the excitement bouncing off your seven year old, iPad and headphones long forgotten as he stares out the window with wide hazel eyes. “I hope we win!” You and Rick share a glance with each other before you look back at your son, a smile on your face. 

“I’m sure you will honey. I’m sure you will.”

“We’re here.”

Now Rick would never say it outloud, but he had always fantasized about getting up on Saturday mornings, getting his kids dressed for their games and spending the better part of a day outside in the fall weather. But the real deal far surpasses all his fantasies. 

“COME ON REF, THAT WAS A FOUL!” Rick jumps up from his lawn chair and screams at the top of his lungs, gathering the attention of everybody on and off the field.

“Rick, sit your ass down!” You yank his arm down as he scoffs and crosses his arms before looking at you.

“That was obviously offside!” You roll your eyes in amusement but bring his knuckles to your lips and press a gentle kiss to them causing him to blush underneath the brim of his baseball cap. 

“Rickie, they’re only 7 years old. Fouls aren’t really a thing. Besides, that’s not what offside means.”

“Well they should be.” You lightly punch his arm and turn your focus back to the game just in time for the opposing team to put the ball in the net. “Oh come on, that’s bullshit!” 

“Watch your language mister, there’s children present!” Some lady comments as the ref jogs over to you and Rick, causing you to sink further into the chair.

“Listen, sir, you need to watch your voice and calm down. This is a warning.” Rick nods his head and takes a seat back down as the game continues. 

“This is such bullshit, that team should’ve never gotten a goal.”

“Babe, it’s just a junior league game. It’s okay.”

“Sure it’s just a ‘junior league game’ but I want our son to win. I know I didn’t raise a loser.” You roll your eyes in response to his demeanor.

“Our kid would never be a loser. Winning/losing doesn’t matter, what matters is if he has fun.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Rick pouts, hazel eyes training on the field as he spots a mop of blonde hair supporting a blue jersey running with a ball between their feet. “Holy shit, look it’s our kid!”

You surge forward out of your seat and clutch onto Rick’s hand because yes, it is your son running toward the goal with the ball at his feet. “Go! Go! Go baby!”

“Come on, come on,” Rick utters underneath his breath before the ball goes into the net. “GOOOOOAAAAALLLLLL! THAT’S MY BOY!” Rick shoots up out of his chair as the rest of the team’s parents cheer in unison but your son tunes the rest out, only focused on his mom and dad cheering him on from the side lines.

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“I can’t believe we won!” You son comments from the top of Rick’s broad shoulders, swinging his short legs as he holds onto his father via Rick’s ash blonde locks. 

“You did really well, kiddo. Knew you’d win.” 

“We’re very proud of you, honey. You did so well!” 

“I overheard some other parents say that daddy was being mean. Is that true?”

“Daddy just got a little excited,” Rick comments with a smirk as you roll your eyes. Never did you think Rick would be more into the game than you are but he still proves you wrong on the daily. “Because you won, how about you, mommy and I go get some ice cream? How does that sound?”

“Yayyy ice cream!” 

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[maarriiii]

Breathless | Rick Flag

A/N: Sometimes I would take a look at my drafts, see one work, and wonder why the heck didn’t I post this. This is one of them. I don’t even know if there’s still people left that care about Rick Flag. I wrote this around the time The Suicide Squad came out. Anyways, enjoy.

Pairing(s): Rick Flag x female!reader (hopefully soon I’ll write for a gender neutral reader if only I could finish all of my unfinished fics)

Warning(s): None

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“Flag?” Rick Flag looked up from his boots and was met with the sight of a confused y/n l/n, standing in front of her apartment door. For a few seconds, the former colonel had to do a double take with how casual her appearance was. y/n was clad in a worn out T-shirt with some sort of stain on her chest and a pair of denim jeans. Her hair was tied up with strands of hair framing her face. If Rick didn’t recognize her from the times that they’ve worked together, then he would’ve thought that she was just a normal civilian living her life. But, y/n was anything but. A trained assassin wanted by every agencies possible for countless of political assassination domestically and internationally.

“Hello, um,” Rick shook his head and cleared his throat. “Hey.”

“Hi. What are you doing here?”

“I was just in town and thought I’d give you a visit.”

y/n squint, watching his movement. “I never told you where I live in Gotham.”

Rick gulped underneath her gaze and stuffed his hands inside his jacket pocket. Rick wasn’t a man that’s easily intimidated. He had fought many atrocious people during his time in the army and worked with the worst of the worst almost on a daily basis. He needed to grow a thicker skin because of it and he did. But, as y/n watched him intently, trying to decipher the meaning behind his sudden arrival, he couldn’t help but remember how deadly this woman in front of him. How she could kill him with a single touch, hide his body and returned to whatever she was doing without anyone noticing.

“Rick.” y/n snapped him out of his thoughts. “How did you know where I live?”

“Alright, I might’ve asked a couple of people to track you down. And I might’ve asked Dubois too. Since, you know, you both worked together before,” he explained, feeling ashamed for some reason.

“Wow, Rick, all that effort just to find me? I’m honored.” She smiled.

“Well, you’re a hard woman to find. Can’t blame me to ask for favors.”

Rick heard her genuinely laugh for the first time and he couldn’t resist the smile that slipped his lips. She was always so guarded during missions, a few quips here and there about him, Waller or the utter ridiculousness of whatever teammates she was assigned with. Even when Harley let out the most ridiculous things out of her mouth, y/n was always tight lipped. He was lucky if he saw a smirk from her. Rick won’t admit it out loud, but he was liking this side of her.

He was immediately engulfed with a delicious smell that almost made his stomach growl when he entered her apartment. It was a small apartment and from where he stood, Rick could see the kitchen with an array of ingredients on the counter and pans on the stovetop. The living room was to his right where the local news was playing on the tv and books were scattered on the coffee table. On his left was a hallway with three doors leading to what he assumed to be bedrooms.

“Bathroom is the second door on the left.” y/n looked at him over her shoulder. “You want anything to drink? I have beers, soda, water.”

“Beer would be fine. You got people comin' over? That’s a lot of food.” Rick nodded to the ingredients scattered on the counter.

“Harley’s gonna come over soon and she likes to eat a lot.” She shrugged, sipping her tea. “You hungry? I think I made enough for three people. Harley’s gonna have to share though.”

“No, no, that’s alright. I’m fine. Thanks.”

“Suits you then. But, for your information, I’ve been told I’m a phenomenal cook.” She winked at him. “So, to what do I owe you the pleasure, Colonel Flag?”

To say y/n was surprised when Flag showed up at her door was an understatement. After the mission in Corto Maltese—and blackmailing Waller—she never thought she’d see the rest of her remaining Task Force X teammates again, let alone her former Colonel. She did keep tabs on all of them, even Nanaue for some odd reason unknown to her, but that was it. The last she heard from the man in front of her was that he quit the task force and moved to D.C. That was five months ago.

Rick was silent for a moment before he spoke. “Just a casual visit to a friend. You know, just making sure you’re not getting into troubles.”

“Hm. And do you do this house calls to everyone?” y/n questioned, a playful glint on her eyes.

“You just so happened to be my first visit.”

y/n rolled her eyes. “If you wanted to see me, Flag, you know you could just say so. There’s no need to make up a reason. I won’t judge.”

“What makes you think that, l/n?” A smirk slipped his lips.

“Oh, please, I was always your favorite on the squad. You always make the effort to personally escort me from my cell—and don’t even deny it cause I overheard the guards once. You put an overwhelming amount of trust in me to watch your six and save your ass. And lastly, you stare too much.”

“Well, you were—you were the most competent and less likely to kill me if I turn my back on you. What do you mean I stare too much?” Rick frowned.

y/n leaned her elbow on the counter, her head tilted on her hand and a mischievous smile on her lips. She was dangerously close to his face even with the island counters separating the two of them. Rick could smell the spices she used on her and it overwhelmed his senses in the best possible way. The only time they were this close was on a mission where both of them were covered in mud and blood. He had to admit he did sometimes stare at her during mission. y/n would be checking her gear, incapacitating an enemy, or just talking to Harley and he would avert his eyes to her. Harley caught him doing it one time and he had to act like he didn’t know what the hell she was talking about. So much for subtlety.

“I mean, sometimes I could feel your eyes on me and when I turned around, you’re already looking away,” y/n whispered slowly.

“I was just checking to make sure you’re not planning something that could endanger the mission.”

“At first, I thought the same thing. I thought you were just doing your job. But, then it lingered just a few seconds too long and in places where you shouldn’t be staring.”

“I, uh, I didn’t mean to make you comfortable or anything like that.”

y/n smiled at his reaction and inched closer to his face that she could feel his breath on her face. “Don’t worry, soldier. I’m just glad the feelings mutual. I haven’t exactly been innocent on the staring too.”

She trailed feather light touches on his neck with both of her hands and she could feel him tense underneath her touch. She brushed his surprising soft lips with her own and was satisfied when Rick closed her eyes. He leaned his forehead on her and gripped his beer with a little too much force as if he was holding himself back. y/n could just end their waiting and kissed him hard like she always wanted to ever since she saw him shirtless in that hut in Corto Maltese. But, she thought it was fun to torture him like that.

“You’re gonna kiss me or just leave a man hangin' like this?” He breathed out, eyes still closed.

“I like seeing you like this. I don’t think many people could say they made Colonel Rick Flag so breathless.”

“You’re killin' me here, sweetheart.”

y/n shivered at the nickname. “Wouldn’t that be a good way to die.”

Without any warning, Rick pressed his lips against hers and cupped her jaw. His calloused thumbs gently brushed the apple of her cheeks and y/n couldn’t resist the urge to melt at the gesture. For years, all she ever focused on was vengeance to the people that stole her life and weaponized her. She didn’t imagine she would surrendered so easily to the foreign feelings, to Rick Flag of all people. But, as their lips molded like two pieces of a puzzle, all she could focus on was him. y/n held both of his hands and squeezed, a silent sign that she trust him. The man she used to despised with all her being. Her colleague, friend, and something more if the universe deemed her to be a good enough person despite her bloody past.

A small whimper escaped her lips when Rick pulled away, but they were still close enough to feel each other pants. y/n didn’t open her eyes, still too caught up in the euphoria that was his lips. Her mind was screaming at her for being so vulnerable and unguarded, but she couldn’t care less. All she wanted was him.

“Looks like I’m the one makin' you breathless this time, y/n.”

”Seems so.” She smiled. “I gotta say, Flag, you’re one helluva kisser.”

Rick chuckled. “I try not to disappoint.”

“Any more secret talent I need to know about?”

“I think I have a few tricks up my sleeve. Though, I’d rather take you out to dinner first.”

y/n finally opened her eyes and gazed at him. “I like the sound of that.”

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[violetmuses]

Kiss It Better (18+ Minors DNI) || A Rick Flag One Shot 

TITLE: Kiss It Better (18+ Minors DNI) || A Rick Flag One Shot 

FANDOM: “Suicide Squad” Film Universe

CHARACTER: Rick Flag

PAIRING: Rick Flag + Female Reader 

MAIN STORYLINE: After completing the Enchantress mission, Rick returns home and hopes to make up lost time with you. 

Author’s Note: As a warning, this One Shot includes SMUT content. (18+ Minors DNI) Adult themes, strong language, etc.

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2016

I’ve been waiting up all night.

Baby, tell me what’s wrong?

Gonna make it right. 

Make it all night long. 

“Kiss It Better” by Rihanna (2016)

“Darlin’?” One Southern accent echoed and keys jingle behind you as footsteps enter the house. Instead of squealing with joy and meeting with Rick for the first time in months, you continued washing dishes, rolling both eyes and not even facing him. 

“Hmm?” You mumbled, looking forward as suds ran along your hands. Only minutes later, you finish washing those dishes, rising that sink once the drain-holder is full. 

“Hey,” His voice rasps from behind you and he whispers by the crook of your neck, ghosting his lips and daring to smile. Even his arms loop around your waist, embracing gently with their hold. 

“What about June?” You clip the brief question and it is long before you shrug out of Rick’s touch. 

“It was fake.” He seems to lie. You know damn-well that he slipped off his wedding ring just days before the mission even started. “Caring about her was genuine, though.” 

“Uh huh.” You fold both arms, giving him one leftward but sided view of the wedding ring that you still wore right now. 

He steps closer, and by some miracle, you somehow allow him to kiss the top of your head. Despite anger, you still know that he returned home in one piece. Alive. 

“Nobody else but you.” His accent deepens, cutting down words and sounding just like his father. C’mere.” 

“What?” You tilt your head, smirking.

Your arms unfold and he earns the chance to hold you close now, ending space between you both. Your forehead bumps against his and he smiles towards underneath the brim of his Task Force X cap. His hazel eyes, while veiled, bore into your soul again. 

“Look.” That quick instruction falls from his lips, but still sounds oddly gentle. He carefully lifts his capable but veined hand, revealing the sight of his gold wedding band. 

In truth, you could have melted right there, feeling deliciously weak because of that damn voice alone. 

“You mine, is that what you’re saying?” You dare to tease back, clearing your throat and licking your lips towards him. 

“Yes, Ma’am.” He affirms that truth with the utmost respect, finally leaning inward to kiss you. 

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Both tattoos and scars line his lean but agile frame as he looms over you, trailing kisses all over your nude body. As of now, The bedroom is quite dark, but moonlight casts from the nearest window, shrouding you both in shadows later that evening. 

He plunges into your core, almost whimpering himself once he realizes how warm you feel while clutching around him. Even as the condom protects you both, your warmth feels exhilarating, much-needed, overdue. 

“Fuck.” You barely say. With each passing moment, his thrusts within prove torturous and slow, as if you would never allow him to touch you again after tonight. 

“I love you.” He reaches out and grasps your palm, squeezing your hand and moving even deeper inside of you. “I love you so much.” 

Before you can mention another sane word, his thrusts quicken, almost feeling otherworldly. To make matters he stares down at you with those perfect hazel eyes. 

“I’m close..” You whisper beneath him, moving closer and closer towards the edge. 

“Come on…Please.” He then asks, gently speaking by the shell of your ear once more. 

“Yes.” Your warmth finally spills, coating him without fail before he could even try first. 

“Damn.” His eyes roll back, shutting as his brows furrow in the name of his own ecstasy now. 

You can barely sit up before his lips return to your, quieting any upcoming words. This time, he moans into your mouth, desperate to make you comprehend that unspoken promise. 

“I love you.” Three words reveal themselves once you are finally allowed to speak, free from the clutch of his lips. 

“Tell me again. Please tell me.” He caresses your face. His voice nearly hitches, overwhelmed by forgiveness of a sin that never even happened. He was terrified of losing you and tonight almost felt undeserving until you answered him now. 

“I love you. I love you.” You repeat yourself, trying to cement the gravity of this moment.

“I love you too, Darlin.’” His accent returns and he falls asleep in your arms, still resting inside of you. 

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You wake up to kisses in the morning and earn breakfast in bed for the first time in months. Despite considering what happened last night, the gestures seemed surprising to you regardless. 

“What now? Are you just gonna spoil me up until the next deployment?” You sit up against pillows, eyeing Rick as he lays beside you. 

“Been wanting to do that, with or without the deployment.” Rick laughs between words and kisses your cheek. 

“Thank you.” You smirk anyway, 

“You’re welcome.” Rick says, halfway embracing your hip. In turn, you only end up landing on your back and softly hitting the sheets.

“Oh, no. Going for round two, Flag?” You chuckle as his shadow and tattooed armed cage you again, still looming.  

“Only if you want.” He asks for consent of course, kindly smiling down towards your face. 

“Sounds good to me.” You wink. 

#minors dni #smut warning #rick flag #2016 suicide squad #joel kinnaman #dc movies #movies #rick flag x f!reader #rick flag x female reader #rick flag x reader #my baby boy #that's my man #finally writing again #minors do not interact

[spooky-ghosts]

128. “You’re pretty” “you’re drunk” with boomer or rick! Your choice :) Babs 💕

Rick Flag x female!Reader

Word count: 555

Warnings: 18+, no minors. Drinking, hints towards the sexual relations that adults do.

Not beta’d.

Another mission complete, another job well done.

It’s not often that the team gets to sit down and relax. Rick even goes out and splurges on beer and pizza as you watch over “the kids”, as you two affectionately call them and, in turn, they have dubbed you both, appropriately, Mom and Dad.

You’re sitting on a rickety table in an abandoned warehouse you’re all shaked up in when he approaches you with two beers in hand. He stops when he reaches your parted legs, extends his offering with a silent raised brow. “No thanks,” you shake your head, “someone has to be the responsible one.”

He huffs and pushes the drink further still. “C’mon, a couple won’t hurt. And there’s not much trouble they’ll get up to here.” The two of you take a look at the group over his shoulder, finding them gathered around whatever hodgepodge of furniture they’ve found, content in their drinks and warm food.

You easily give in, swiping the bottle from him to take a swig, ignoring the smirk that dances on his lips. He moves, closing what little space there is between the two of you. It’s no secret that there’s chemistry in your partnership, raw and primal, but it goes beyond the bedroom. The two of you fit together like puzzle pieces, you work well together in the field and at home. You’ve tried to keep what you have private, but how little time the two of you get to spend together outside of work, it doesn’t surprise anyone when it bleeds into the job.

He runs his nose along your chin until his lips find yours. You lean forward to try to claim a kiss, but he playfully shys away. When you whine, he laughs. “You’re pretty,” he mumbles, lips brushing yours as he speaks before curling into an endearing smile.

“You’re drunk,” you quip back, but your skin heats up and you turn your head to hide your embarrassment with a swig of your beer.

Rick chuckles against your cheek. His drink sits abandoned nearby so that his hands can move up your thighs and dance at the hem of your shirt. “Maybe we should go somewhere a bit more secluded,” he suggests in that low husky drawl of his, slowed by three Mich Ultras.

“Yeah? And what would we do there?” Your head tilts, giving him room to mouth down your jaw to your neck where he scrapes his teeth before soothes it with his searing tongue, coaxing a moan from you.

The smile you feel against you this time is outright sinful. “We’re gonna go play Mommy and Daddy.” Laughter bubbles out of you and you push at his chest. He stumbles back a few steps but takes your hand as he does, pulling you off of your perch. In his grip, he tugs you into his warmth, wrapping his large arms around you and leers down at you. “Wanna make that baby we’ve been talkin’ about?”

A fire ignites within you, your eyes lock on his, seeing his lust blown stare as he nervously licks his lips. “C’mon, Colonel, time to make you a real daddy.” You slink away with a sway of your hips to find a nice quiet place and Rick is two steps behind you, lust drunk and excited.

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[reveluving]

I have another ideaaaa 👀 I imagine Santi and Benny being very flamboyant when it comes to showing their admiration for someone. Imagine Rick bringing lunch to reader’s unexpectedly just to see Santi bringing her flowers and Benny giving her the heart eyes. My poor flag baby might have a stroke just from the scene in front of hiiimmm!!

a/n: Aria, baby. it’s been a long ass time ✋🏼😔 BUT THE FIXATION IS BACK (kinda. largely because I’ve been reading fics after fics of Oscar & Pedro chars. RAAAAAH). so we’re here baby, after 1 ½? 2 years later???? ENJOY

warnings: humour & fluff; poor Rick just wants to love you in peace.

j.k. m.list (series under 'rick flag vs the triple frontier boys'), or check out my full m.list!

Oh, you know Rick’s eyes are TWITCHING. The paper bag in his hand, packed with lunch from your favourite stop, crumpling in his grasp, almost tearing at the top. Not the food though, he’s not trying to ruin his wife’s favourite. 

But he’s chill. Absolutely chill. He swears. 

Benny and Santi just had to stop by the same time he came home from work, both leaning against the white porch railing while you sat prettily on the bench. 

Benny was expressive in whatever he was talking about, likely his last boxing match from the way he was holding the air in a headlock before the three of you shared a laugh. As much of a troublemaker they were, they were your friends, after all. He’d chase them off his property or warn them with a glare any day if it meant cutting off any form of ‘allegiances’ with that horrible past, both yours and his.

Just when you were about to reply to God knows what they asked, you noticed Rick lingering by the mailbox. Your eyes lit up, and it didn’t take the duo any other hints to know that he was home.

“Rick!” You enthusiastically waved at your husband, beckoning him to sit on the bench next to you. Rick couldn’t help but smile back at you, walking over and ignoring the two until he reached the top step of the stairs.

“Boys.” He greeted them, going over to shake Santiago’s hand before Benny’s, flexing his hands as they shook to see if the other would break. None did, as usual, pulling away and somewhat putting the tension on hold in favour of you. Rick took a seat next to you, passing you the bag of food and a soft ‘there y’go, baby’ (but not really, he made sure the two would hear it). 

It took a few seconds, making sure he greeted you with a kiss before stretching his arm to lay on the backrest behind you.

“So, what’s the occasion?”

“The boys just came over to say hi. Gave me these flowers from the flower shop nearby,” You raised the calla lilies that were resting on your lap. Now, Rick was no flower specialist, but he has been to the shop countless times to buy you your own fix. 

And if he remembered correctly, they generally represented beauty.

Well played.

“And Santi was just telling me about this new Cuban restaurant just outside the neighbourhood.” You continued, turning to Santiago with an encouraging smile so he could tell Rick about it.

“Cuban restaurant, huh?” 

Santiago curtly nodded to his curiosity. 

“The best. Might even be your new favourite once you both try it.” He explained, only to glance at the paper bag Rick was holding—a look that was almost… Judgemental? Critical? All of the above? All Rick knew that the man before him was silently scoffing at his choice. 

And, well, Santi wouldn’t exactly deny that claim, either. 

Rick didn’t hide the scoff, only to pair it with a faux smile so you could take it as nothing more than a harmless banter, “Gotta be real good then. ‘Cause this here,” He cocked his head in the paper bag’s direction, “Is my wife’s favourite place. Our favourite place.”

Rick not only had to watch out for the bold claim Santi was making, but he also had to bear in mind the sight of Benny openly looking at you like a lovestruck puppy. The promising boxer didn’t even care about the passive-aggressive argument going on around him. He was just appreciating the beaut in front of him.

(Man’s just doesn’t give a shit atm).

“Hey, I’m not here to burst your bubble,” Santi huffed in amusement, raising his hands in a defensive way, “But I’m not trying to give the pretty girl any mediocre recommendations either. C’mon Flag, you, of all people, should know that we want the best for her.”

“Aw, Santi, you’re too kind.” You were touched and it showed, and Rick couldn’t argue with the statement. Without a doubt, he wants what was best for you, be it food, comfortable clothes, gourmet treats for the fucking neighbourhood cat you adore—anything. 

In the midst of their silent argument, you reached for Rick’s hand, holding his larger ones in between yours, “I’m sure Rick and I will enjoy it,” He mirrored the warm smile as you stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, only to break when you addressed the two, “And if it’s as good as you said it is, we might as well have a get together.”

Oh. 

You were growing concerned of the two’s silence, eyes darting back and forth and almost—almost asking what was wrong until Benny, as if snapped out of his trance, finally, spoke up. 

“Absolutely.” Benny raised his hand in a manner that a believer would in church. 

Abso-fucking-lutely.

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» gorgeous rose divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics ♡

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[ryangosking]

Body Count - Pt 1

Adrian Chase x female reader x Rick Flag

Summary: Adrian has some feelings when your ex turns up out of the blue.

Warnings: Swearing, sex talk, eventual smut.

Obviously AU because Rick lives!

tagging @a-reader-and-a-writer

It's Harcourt's birthday but you don't feel much like celebrating, and you can't imagine that she does either.

It was Chris's idea (of course) to gather the team and various colleagues at her favourite bar (in Evergreen anyway) to celebrate on this Friday night. It had been a gruelling week however, and you're exhausted, you would guess that everyone else is too.

You're sitting with Leota, waiting for Chris and Emilia to arrive. It's supposed to be a surprise but you doubt that Chris could manage keep a secret from her.

John sits down with your drinks and pushes a beer towards you.

"So where's Vigilante tonight?" He asks loudly, in order to be heard over the music.

"I don't know. I don't know who Vigilante is!" You yell across the table, staring at him.

"Whatever." John sighs, rolling his eyes. "Where's your boy toy tonight?"

"He picked up a shift at Fennel Fields, he's meeting me here." You reply, trying to hide your disappointment. You had only seen Adrian this morning but you missed him. You understand that the team needs to let off steam but you'd rather be at home with Adrian, 'letting off steam' your own way.

Emilia eventually arrives with Chris, and she actually seems pleased to see everyone, going around the room hugging and chatting with people.

"Wow, this is the most I've seen her smile, like, ever, I think." Leota says.

"Thanks to me." Chris announces, sitting next to John.

You raise your eyebrows at Leota.

"You still trying to wear her down huh, Chris?" She smirks.

"Hey, she likes me." Chris frowns.

You see a lull at the bar and take the opportunity to escape for a few minutes.

"I'll get a round." You offer, standing up.

"Get a drink for Emilia too." Chris instructs.

"Sure." You murmur, rolling your eyes.

The staff seem to have temporarily vanished so you lean on the bar, checking your phone. There's a message from Adrian, saying that he's on his way. You smile softly to yourself, knowing that you'll feel better when he's here.

You've just given your order to the bartender when you hear a familiar deep voice behind you.

"Howdy, stranger."

You turn to see Rick Flag smiling down at you. Despite yourself, your tummy does a somersault.

"Rick." You swallow, backing slightly away from him. "What are you doing here?"

He chuckles, his eyes raking over you. "I'm here for Harcourt's party, like everyone else."

God, he looks good. Reflexively you squeeze your thighs together.

"I mean, I thought you were in South America?"

"I was, the job finished. I'm just passing through here on my way home. Great timing huh?" He winks.

"You know, there was a rumour going around that you got yourself killed."

"Well I didn't, as you can see." He says lowly, leaning on the bar. "Boy, you look pretty tonight."

"Thank-you." You murmur, feeling flustered.

"Doing anything later?" Rick smiles, biting his lip.

"No. I mean yes! Actually, I'm going home with my BOYFRIEND."

Rick raises an eyebrow. "Boyfriend?"

As if by magic, Adrian appears at your side and kisses your cheek. "Hey baby."

He's still in his Fennel Fields uniform, cap and all. He smells of tomato sauce.

"Adrian, this is Rick Flag - Rick, this is Adrian Chase. My boyfriend." You smile, feeling yourself flush with pride.

Rick smiles and nods politely. "Hey man."

"Wait a sec, you're Rick Flag? THE Rick Flag?" Adrian asks, gawking.

Rick chuckles and looks at you. "I guess. Aw, you talked about me?"

You shake your head and try to suppress the laughter bubbling in your throat.

"Oh no, she's never even mentioned you." Adrian says with his usual bluntness. "Peacemaker talks about you sometimes. He doesn't like you. At all."

"Good to know." Rick deadpans, sucking on his beer.

"So, did you two work together?" Adrian asks, putting his arm around you.

"Yes." You answer quickly, looking at Rick. "We used to work together."

"Well, it wasn't just that." Rick murmurs, his hazel eyes piercing yours.

"Oh, were you BFFs like me and Peacemaker?" Adrian asks lightly.

"Hey fuck-face!" Chris suddenly booms from across the room. "I've been telling everyone you're dead!"

"Nice to see you too, Chris." Rick sighs. It clearly isn't his night.

Chris comes over and stands between you and Rick. "What are you dipshits talking about?"

"We're just catching up with RICK FLAG." Adrian beams, squeezing you.

"Yeah, I can see that shit-head." Chris says rolling his eyes. "Hey, are you guys telling Adrian that you used to fuck?"

You feel Adrian tense next to you. "What?" He asks, looking at you. "You guys dated?"

"No!" You and Rick say in unison.

"They didn't date, they fucked. There's a difference." Chris sniggers. "Right guys?"

"I'm actually really tired, I think were going to take off." You say quickly, grabbing Adrian's hand.

He stays quiet, pouting.

"It was good to see you." Rick says. "And good to meet you man." He pats Adrian awkwardly on the shoulder, who nods silently in return.

"Let's go honey." You say through gritted teeth, pulling Adrian away while giving the oblivious Chris a death stare.

x - x - x

Later that night you and Adrian are in bed, you're snuggled up to his side and about to drift off when he sits up suddenly, almost spinning you off the bed.

"Fuck, Adrian!"

"Why didn't you tell me about Rick Flag?" He asks quietly.

You had known this was coming but had hoped it would wait until morning. Adrian had been uncharacteristically quiet during the car ride home, and even during sex.

You sigh and adjust your pillows. "There's nothing to tell. We hooked up a couple of times, that's all."

Adrian turns to you, his face crumpled. "I bet he's good at sex, isn't he? Better than me."

"Adrian, you've got nothing to worry about." You say gently, rubbing his back.

"When Peacemaker talks about him, he only says what a douchebag he is. He didn't mention how big and handsome he is." Adrian frowns.

"I tell you how beautiful you are every day, don't I?" You sooth, stroking his hair.

"Do you think he's killed more people than I have?" He asks.

"I don't know honey. Probably not, actually."

"I'm going out." He grumbles, throwing the covers back.

"Please, Adrian..."

"I need to do a patrol anyway."

You watch as he pulls his Vigilante suit out of the wardrobe.

"Where's my sword?" He asks.

"The kitchen I think." You sigh, laying back down.

Adrian stomps off and you pull the covers over your head, cursing Chris Smith.

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[magicalqueennightmare]

Added a * to my masterlists so you know where spicy times are

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[sebsxphia]

adding onto the rick flag and hangman ask from before, i feel like they’d gradually get so competitive 🤭🤭 like maybe they try to play at cooler at the start but i feel like hangman would keep snatching your attention away from flag and flag tries to keep his cool but can’t help one upping hangman and then hangman tries to one up HIM and it just- ya

this is what i’m saying!! not only are they pulling rank on you, they’re also pulling rank on each other.

you’re riding jake in cowgirl (yee haw) and he pinches your chin to look at him as you turn around to gage where rick is. “focus on me, sweetheart. you’re taking me so well right now.”

you feel the weight taken off the bed behind you. “i said fuck her, seresin. not hog her.” rick gripes, his drawl getting deeper as he feels the jealously seep through him.

“too bad, flag. all these pretty noises she’s making right now say differently.” you hear rick grunt behind you. “lay her back out.” he demands.

jake tuts and you watch the way his lips turn upwards into his signature cocky grin. he wants to have you all to himself. he’s being selfish and it drives rick mad.

a beat and rick is round the side of the bed and pulling at your hair making you shift backwards with a wail and almost fall off jake’s cock. “that’s an order, lieutenant.”

oh you have no idea how obsessed i am with this. thank you so so so much for this dear anon!!! 💌💖

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[maarriiii]

Breathless | Rick Flag

A/N: In my world, Rick Flag is still alive and well.

Summary: An unexpected visit from the one and only, Colonel Rick Flag, let to a revelation

Pairing(s): Rick Flag x female!reader

Warning(s): None.

my masterlist :))

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"Flag?" Rick Flag looked up from his boots and was met with the sight of a confused y/n l/n, standing in front of her apartment door. For a few seconds, the former colonel had to do a double take with how casual her appearance was. y/n was clad in a worn out T-shirt with some sort of stain on her chest and a pair of denim jeans. Her hair was tied up with strands of hair framing her face. If Rick didn't recognize her from the times that they've worked together, then he would've thought that she was just a normal civilian living her life. But, y/n was anything but. A trained assassin wanted by every agencies possible for countless of political assassination domestically and internationally.

"Hello, um," Rick shook his head and cleared his throat. "Hey."

"Hi. What are you doing here?"

"I was just in town and thought I'd give you a visit."

y/n squint, watching his movement. "I never told you where I live in Gotham."

Rick gulped underneath her gaze and stuffed his hands inside his jacket pocket. Rick wasn't a man that's easily intimidated. He had fought many atrocious people during his time in the army and worked with the worst of the worst almost on a daily basis. He needed to grow a thicker skin because of it and he did. But, as y/n watched him intently, trying to decipher the meaning behind his sudden arrival, he couldn't help but remember how deadly this woman in front of him. How she could kill him with a single touch, hide his body and returned to whatever she was doing without anyone noticing.

"Rick." y/n snapped him out of his thoughts. "How did you know where I live?"

"Alright, I might've asked a couple of people to track you down. And I might've asked Dubois too. Since, you know, you both worked together before," he explained, feeling ashamed for some reason.

"Wow, Rick, all that effort just to find me? I'm honored." She smiled.

"Well, you're a hard woman to find. Can't blame me to ask for favors."

Rick heard her genuinely laugh for the first time and he couldn't resist the smile that slipped his lips. She was always so guarded during missions, a few quips here and there about him, Waller or the utter ridiculousness of whatever teammates she was assigned with. Even when Harley let out the most ridiculous things out of her mouth, y/n was always tight lipped. He was lucky if he saw a smirk from her. Rick won't admit it out loud, but he was liking this side of her.

He was immediately engulfed with a delicious smell that almost made his stomach growl when he entered her apartment. It was a small apartment and from where he stood, Rick could see the kitchen with an array of ingredients on the counter and pans on the stovetop. The living room was to his right where the local news was playing on the tv and books were scattered on the coffee table. On his left was a hallway with three doors leading to what he assumed to be bedrooms.

"Bathroom is the second door on the left." y/n looked at him over her shoulder. "You want anything to drink? I have beers, soda, water."

"Beer would be fine. You got people comin' over? That's a lot of food." Rick nodded to the ingredients scattered on the counter.

"Harley's gonna come over soon and she likes to eat a lot." She shrugged, sipping her tea. "You hungry? I think I made enough for three people. Harley's gonna have to share though."

"No, no, you don't have to. I'm fine. Thanks."

"Suits you then. But, for your information, I've been told I'm a phenomenal cook." She winked at him. "So, to what do I owe you the pleasure, Colonel Flag?"

To say y/n was surprised when Flag showed up at her door was an understatement. After the mission in Corto Maltese—and blackmailing Waller—she never thought she'd see the rest of her remaining Task Force X teammates again, let alone her former Colonel. She did keep tabs on all of them, even Nanaue for some odd reason unknown to her, but that was it. The last she heard from the man in front of her was that he quit the task force and moved to D.C. That was five months ago.

Rick was silent for a moment before he spoke. "Just a casual visit to a friend. You know, just making sure you're not getting into troubles."

"Hm. And do you do this house calls to everyone?" y/n questioned, a playful glint on her eyes.

"You just so happened to be my first visit."

y/n rolled her eyes. "If you wanted to see me, Flag, you know you could just say so. There's no need to make up a reason. I won't judge."

"What makes you think that, l/n?" A smirk slipped his lips.

"Oh, please, I was always your favorite on the squad. You always make the effort to personally escort me from my cell—and don't even deny it cause I overheard the guards once. You put an overwhelming amount of trust in me to watch your six and save your ass. And lastly, you stare too much."

"Well, you were—you were the most competent and less likely to kill me if I turn my back on you. What do you mean I stare too much?" Rick frowned.

y/n leaned her elbow on the counter, her head tilted on her hand and a mischievous smile on her lips. She was dangerously close to his face even with the island counters separating the two of them. Rick could smell the spices she used on her and it overwhelmed his senses in the best possible way. The only time they were this close was on a mission where both of them were covered in mud and blood. He had to admit he did sometimes stare at her during mission. y/n would be checking her gear, incapacitating an enemy, or just talking to Harley and he would avert his eyes to her. Harley caught him doing it one time and he had to act like he didn't know what the hell she was talking about. So much for subtlety.

"I mean, sometimes I could feel your eyes on me and when I turned around, you're already looking away," y/n whispered slowly.

"I was just checking to make sure you're not planning something that could endanger the mission."

"At first, I thought the same thing. I thought you were just doing your job. But, then it lingered just a few seconds too long and in places where you shouldn't be staring."

"I, uh, I didn't mean to make you comfortable or anything like that."

y/n smiled at his reaction and inched closer to his face that she could feel his breath on her face. "Don't worry, soldier. I'm just glad the feelings mutual. I haven't exactly been innocent on the staring too."

She trailed feather light touches on his neck with both of her hands and she could feel him tense underneath her touch. She brushed his surprising soft lips with her own and was satisfied when Rick closed her eyes. He leaned his forehead on her and gripped his beer with a little too much force as if he was holding himself back. y/n could just end their waiting and kissed him hard like she always wanted to ever since she saw him shirtless in that hut in Corto Maltese. But, she thought it was fun to torture him like that.

"You're gonna kiss me or just leave a man hangin' like this?" He breathed out, eyes still closed.

"I like seeing you like this. I don't think many people could say they made Colonel Rick Flag so breathless."

"You're killin' me here, sweetheart."

y/n shivered at the nickname. "Wouldn't this be a good way to die."

Without any warning, Rick pressed his lips against hers and cupped her jaw. His calloused thumbs gently brushed the apple of her cheeks and y/n couldn't resist the urge to melt at the gesture. For years, all she ever focused on was vengeance to the people that stole her life and weaponized her. She didn't imagine she would surrendered so easily to the foreign feelings, to Rick Flag of all people. But, as their lips molded like two pieces of a puzzle, all she could focus on was him. y/n held both of his hands and squeezed, a silent sign that she trust him. The man she used to despised with all her being. Her colleague, friend, and something more if the universe deemed her to be a good enough person despite her bloody past.

A small whimper escaped her lips when Rick pulled away, but they were still close enough to feel each other pants. y/n didn't open her eyes, still too caught up in the euphoria that was his lips. Her mind was screaming at her for being so vulnerable and unguarded, but she couldn't care less. All she wanted was him.

"Looks like I'm the one makin' you breathless this time, y/n."

"Seems so." She smiled. "I gotta say, Flag, you're one helluva kisser."

Rick chuckled. "I try not to disappoint."

"Any more secret talent I need to know about?"

"I think I have a few tricks up my sleeve. Though, I'd rather take you out to dinner first."

y/n finally opened her eyes and gazed at him. "I like the sound of that."

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