#Rick flag smut

[magicalqueennightmare]

Nothing Will Change

(Again a Takeshi gif cause Rick ones are in short demand)

Rick Flag X Meta!Marine Reader

What starts off as a friends with benefits situation between you and Rick becomes so much more

Violence, cursing, sexual situations

"Insubordinate" "Overbearing" 

"You disobeyed a direct order!" "Yeah because it was a stupid fuckin order!"

You and Rick stood in the center of the plane, glaring at each other as you argued while the remaining members of the team watched in amusement. He crossed his arms over his chest and you purposely mimicked his posture, hearing Harley bite back a giggle. "I'm your superior officer and over this team!" "Well good for you! I'm the mother fucker that got us out of there and back on this damn plane!" "You took a stupid risk, corporal!" you bristled at him at pulling rank . "Fuck you Flag! What you call stupid I call worth it. It got done, didn't it?" 

Contrary to how it would seem to a bystander you and Rick were actually damn good friends off the clock. He was a fucking sweetheart under that tough exterior and you trusted him with your life. You really did work well together just sometimes you butted heads on missions and he wanted to treat you like he did the squad which meant he expected to bitch you out with little to no push back. You turned to head towards the back of the plane, planning to sit right near the drop doors so you'd be first off. "Easy marine" he muttered and you spun on your heel.

"You may outrank me Colonel but don't think for a minute I am your subordinate on this fucking team" you waved a hand around the plane where Blackguard, Harley, Mongal and about a half dozen other residents of Belle Reeve sat "They answer to me as much as they answer to you, most of them answer faster to me than to you" you covered the few steps between the two of you to be standing right in front of him, never mind that you had to look up to meet his eyes "I respect you Rick, I really do but sometimes you're simply a fuckin asshole"

A beat of silence fell before one by one the squad started hooping and hollering knowing Rick would never tac more time onto them for something so trivial despite the glare he shot their way as you raised an eyebrow and lifted your arms out "See Colonel? You may outrank me but it appears they prefer the corporal" 

"Fuck Rick" you gasped, clutching to his shoulders as his hips snapped up into yours, driving himself deeper inside of you with every roll of his hips. Your fingernails dug into his flesh, head dropping over onto his neck as light sobs of his name mixed with praises and curses fell from you.

Your thighs tightened around his waist, one hand moving to brace yourself on the headboard behind him as another orgasm slammed into you. He didn't slow down, didn't give you time to adjust before he was pulling you tight to him and turning the two of you so his weight was pining you to the mattress, he hiked your left leg up further around his waist to give him a new angle as his fingers found your clit, intent on wringing another orgasm out of your already spent form.

"I can't Rick. Fuck, I can't" you pratically sobbed. He slowed his thrusts slightly, hand stilling but fingers staying in place as he leaned down to catch your lips in a kiss that was so damn gentle compared to how hard he was fucking you it made your head spin. He licked into your mouth almost playfully then moved to kiss down your jaw and to your neck before biting the soft flesh there "You can't take anymore baby?" you shook your head weakly and he laughed "But where's my little smartmouthed marine?" "Rick please" you moaned when he rolled his hips deeper into yours. "Where is she, sweetheart? The one who couldn't listen to orders? The one who loves calling me an asshole?" 

When you didn't respond he slammed his hips roughly into yours, accentuating every word with a snap of his hips "Where's.that.marine?"  you felt your eyes roll back in your head as another orgasm started to build and Rick chuckled darkly "Well I'm be damned honey looks like you had another one in you after all" 

When his fingers curled against your clit again the orgasm slammed into you fully causing your legs to lock around his waist and your walls to squeeze down on his cock. "God damn darlin" he growled, forehead pressed to your chest as he chased his own release. You felt his lips connect to your skin, sucking dark marks on your flesh just below where your clothes would fall so no one would see. Your nails dug into his back as he moved up to kiss you "Feel so fuckin good baby. You've been so good for me" he praised and you felt your walls clench around him. His eyes fluttered shut, a smirk forming on his lips "You like that sweetheart? Like hearing you're my good girl?" 

You could feel his thrusts start to falter and knew he was so damn close. You hadn't even felt another orgasm building so it took you by surprise when his teeth grazed your earlobe right as you fell over that edge. "Fuck, squeezin the hell out of me baby" he growled before burying himself inside of you with one final thrust. You felt when he came, thick spurts of cum coating your walls and dripping out of your overworked cunt.

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The only sound that filled the room was both of you working to get your breathing back to normal and the light kisses he was leaving across whatever patch of your skin he could reach. "Guess you were a little more pissed at me than you said?" you teased, running your fingers through his sweaty hair and down his broad back, tracing scars and the marks from your nails. 

He lifted his head to look at you and you could see the worry in his eyes "Did I hurt you?" you shook your head "No Rick but tell me the truth" he kissed the base of your throat and you knew he felt you swallow hard at the action "You could've gotten yourself killed" "We're called the suicide squad. Kind of our thing, isn't it?" you joked and was rewarded with those hazel eyes full of fire glaring up at you "Very fuckin funny. Next time just listen to me. I hate arguing with you and pulling rank" "Especially when you lose?" you joked and he dipped his head down to bite down on your breast just hard enough you gasped. "Dammit Flag!" He gave you a broad grin "You behave and I'll behave" 

You shook your head "I promise that as long as your orders doesn't mean I have to stand on the sidelines and see a mission go sideways for no good reason besides I may get killed I'll listen to them" he dropped his head back down to your chest "You're fuckin killing me. Your legs feel like showering yet?" you nudged at his chest "If a big asshole would get off me" he lifted his head and gave you a smile that made your heart flip "You weren't complaining a few minutes ago about me being on top of you"

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This thing between you and Rick had started as a way to blow off steam. Neither of you had energy or time to date and definitely not to keep up pretenses of a relationship outside of work. He was someone you trusted to not hurt you plus the added benefit that you knew each other was clean of diseases and he couldn't get you pregnant from documented precautions you'd taken.

It was enjoyable, Rick was fucking amazing in bed. You'd never had anyone like him before who actually seemed to draw as much, if not more pleasure from giving than receiving. You spent most of your time together anyways so the friends with benefits idea was easy to wrap your head around after a conversation that set ground rules.

If either of you found someone you wanted to pursue it was over. If you stayed overnight whoever's house it wasn't slept on the couch. You didn't let it bleed into your work relationship or your friendship because you were too important to each other. You were honest with each other and most importantly and the one you were having a harder and harder time with looking in the eye was if you started to catch feelings you needed to tell the other person.

You couldn't tell Rick you were starting to feel more for him than the friend that you had mind blowing sex with for numerous reasons. Hell he didn't know the biggest secret you carried and you could only imagine the betrayal in those hazel eyes you loved so much when the day came that he found out. 

You'd hold your heart close at hand so when that day came the crush would maybe be a little cushioned or so you hoped. 

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You were half asleep when you heard your bedroom door creak open and rolled over to see Rick leaning against the doorframe with a grin "Mornin" "Mornin" you repeated with a smile. He held up a coffee mug in his hand so you held your arm out which caused him to laugh "So damn independent until she just woke up and she wants coffee" he walked over to the bed and waited until you'd pushed yourself up into a seated position to hand you the mug. You took a tentative sip and damn near moaned, Rick always made the best coffee. 

He raised an eyebrow before a smirk slipped onto his face "I haven't even touched you this morning but I'll take the compliment" you rolled your eyes and stared at him over the brim of the mug "If you're waking me up, Waller called you and will be calling me.." before you could finish the sentence your phone started chiming. You cut your eyes at Rick and he nodded, mimicking locking his lips before sitting down on the edge of the bed while you answered the call.

You answered the phone on the second ring "There's a briefing at ten. I already spoke to Colonel Flag. I expect both of you to be in attendance, Corporal, understood?" "Yes ma'am" You replied then the phone went dead in your hand. You rolled your eyes "She's always such a fuckin peach" 

Rick laughed and leaned over to place a gentle kiss right over your pulse "I gotta get going. I don't wanna roll in with the same clothes I left in. I'll see you there?" You nodded "See you there. Thanks for the coffee" "Anytime sweetheart. Anytime" he replied before standing up and walking out of your bedroom. 

You sat there and listened to his footsteps as he grabbed his jacket and slipped his boots on then walked out your door, smiling to yourself when you heard him lock the handle lock before shutting it behind himself.  You let out a deep breath then kicked your blanket off. Best not to keep Waller waiting. She was a bitch on a good day, let alone when she'd gotten impatient.

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When you pulled into your parking spot Rick stood with a shoulder leaned against his truck waiting on you to park your jeep. While the two of you made sure to never come into work together you always seemed to unconsciously wait on the other to actually walk into the building.

Once you'd shut your door and started walking towards him he pushed off his truck and took a step towards you "So, any idea on what we're walking into?" you asked and he shrugged "With Waller? You and me both know there's no telling" a laugh fell from your lips because there had never been a truer sentence spoken. 

You fell in step next to him as you headed towards the front entrance. Whatever it was, you could handle it, right?

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You and Rick shared an office, it made sense considering you were at ARGUS very little and what time you were there it was either reporting to Waller or doing paperwork. Of course it was a little crowded with two desks shoved into it but it was better than either of you having to share space with anyone else or having to have a desk out in the bullpen with Waller's office flunkies.

The two of you managed to make it into the office, sit down your belongings and sign into your computers before Waller's secretary Christina knocked on the door "Colonel Flag? Corporal Y/L/N? Miss Waller wants to see the two of you in her office" you opened the door and smiled at her "Christina, We've both told you to just call us Rick and Y/N. You don't have to use ranks or our last names" she smiled "Yes ma'am." before scurrying away

You glanced over your shoulder at Rick "How the hell is she working here again?" he shrugged "No clue on that one sweetheart?" you narrowed your eyes and his own widened "Sorry Y/N" you shook your head but laughed "You southern men" he held the door open with one hand so you could walk open, a smirk slipping onto his face when you barely had to duck "Let's go see if we're in trouble"

Waller's office was at the far end of the building, away from everyone else's. Normally the door would be closed along with the blinds being drawn but Christina must have told her she was successful in summoning the two of you because the door stood open and you could hear Waller's voice along with another woman's. Rick must have clocked the other voice as well because he glanced down at you with a questioning look. You shrugged but continued walking, letting him take the lead since that's what Waller would expect.

When Rick knocked at the open door her voice drifted out "Come in" you followed Rick into the door, clocking another woman standing with Waller. She was probably around your age, long honey brown hair that was done up in a pretty updo with light makeup and the bluest eyes you'd ever seen.

Her pantsuit looked freshly freshed and more than likely tailored to her. She smiled broadly when she saw the two of you, even when you both unintentionally fell into standing at attention until Waller gave an almost imperceivable nod. Once you and Rick eased your posture Amanda introduced you both in turn before waving a hand towards the woman "This is Kristin Jameson. She's a leading scientist in meta and mutation studies"

You felt your heart stutter when Waller's eyes flickered towards you, only Rick's voice saying "Pleasure to meet you ma'am" keeping you grounded enough to manage "Nice to meet you ma'am" she smiled "Miss Waller has assured me Belle Reeve and ARGUS has a lot to offer to my studies and my upcoming lecture in DC"  You could see the amusement in Amanda's eyes when you swallowed hard as Rick asked "She studying prisoners?"

"Among others" Waller replied and you nodded sharply before she said "The two of you are to assist her in any way she needs as you have working relationships with a lot of Belle Reeve" "Yes ma'am" you spoke first, managing to keep your voice steady as you spoke, hoping like hell Rick wouldn't notice anything was off and quickly felt your heart fall when you realized his eyes were firmly on Kristin "You're dismissed for now. I'll let you know when she needs an escort or assistance"

You nodded and turned to walk out, hearing Kristin say it was nice to meet you both and Rick returning the sentiment. You couldn't be bothered to worry about it.You had to ignore the aching feeling in your chest at noticing how Rick's attention had been on her because of how Waller had been looking at you. Damn her. She'd do anything to prove she had the best tools at her disposal no matter who got hurt.

Rick caught up with you before you could get all the way back to your shared office which given how much longer his legs were there really wasn't a surprise there. "What do you think that's about?" he asked, watching you as you walked straight to your jacket and slipped it on despite having been warm just moments before. "Don't know" you spoke more to yourself than to him. 

He nodded towards your jacket "You good? I can turn the heat up?" you shook your head as you sat down in front of your computer. You had two stacks worth of paperwork to go through and your stacks were small compared to Rick's. "And heat you to death? No, I'll warm up in a few" you replied and he nodded slowly, a lazy smirk working its way onto his face "Unless you want body heat to warm you?" you cut your eyes up "I'll shoot you" and was rewarded with one of his laughs that made your entire body warm. You loved when he genuinely laughed, especially when considering most of the time only you were allowed to hear it. It felt like a part of him reserved only for you. "Just sayin" he shrugged.

So far Kristin had been around for a couple weeks and she'd yet to approach you about anything other than escorts to the prison. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad. Maybe you could get through this with your head and heart intact. You walked around a corner after delivering a stack of finished work to Christina and felt like you'd been dipped in ice water when you heard that same sound that normally warmed you to the core, Rick's laughter. This time it wasn't at your teasing or Boomer busting his ass falling off the ramp of a plane, no he was standing next to the coffee pot talking to Kristin. He was turned facing her and the way she was looking up at him made your stomach churn.

Why hadn't you seen it before? June. The one person Rick had let claim his heart. Genius, gorgeous and the exact same type of woman as Kristin Jameson. You'd been so concerned about her for other reasons you hadn't realized she was perfect for Rick but from looking at how they interacted there was a good chance they may have started to figure it out for themselves and that thought made you want to vomit. Fuck, you fucked up. If Rick got with Kristin, you'd have to be happy for him but you'd never be able to look him in the eyes again because he knew you too well. He'd know something was wrong and then you'd lose him for good.

You hadn't realized your attention had been so focused on them until you slammed into Anderson headed to the copy machine and papers went everywhere.

"Shit Anderson! I'm so sorry!" you muttered, crouching to help him collect the papers. He smiled at you "No problem but are you ok? I've never seen you so distracted besides that time Harley caught those squirrels and let em loose in Belle Reeve and you had to help catch em" you laughed at the memory of that chaos "Yeah, no I'm good. Maybe I'm going a little stir crazy? too much calm?" he shook his head "My dad always said marines were a different breed" you raised an eyebrow "Wasn't your dad a marine?" he nodded "Yeah" you laughed and handed him the papers you picked up "Sorry about that again. I'll watch where i'm going" 

You hadn't noticed your little debacle had earned Rick's attention because when you straightened up Kristin was gone and Rick was watching you. "You ok?" he mouthed and you nodded "Perfect" before turning on your heel, where you were going you weren't sure considering your office was a shared space but you needed to catch your breath without being within touching distance of Rick.

"You doing anything tonight?" Rick asked, perched on the edge of your desk. You barely glanced up from looking over the team list for the upcoming mission "Sleeping?" he reached for the file in your hand and took it before you could snatch it back. When you cut your eyes up at him the smile he gave you made your heart flip, god why had you ever thought you wouldn't fall for a man like Flag? The tact pants he wore hugged his thighs and legs beautifully and that damn black t shirt clung to his biceps and shoulders in a way that very well would've had any woman drooling and you were not exempt.  When he realized he had your attention on him he laughed "She does still have eyes! Been so long since I saw em I was startin to worry darlin" you rolled your eyes and held your hand out "Can I have that back Rick?"

He shook his head "Only when you tell me what I did to piss you off" you ran a hand across your face "Nothing Rick. It's just been a lot with babysittin the scientist, finding out we have an upcoming mission and oh yeah if we don't die on that mission we have to go play Waller's good little pets in D.C. nothing I love more than that" he nodded slowly "Then come over or let me come over. I miss spending time with you" 

You raised an eyebrow and saw a blush color his cheeks which considering the things the two of you had done, was short of comical "Not like that Y/N! Well I mean I wouldn't tell you no but I mean just spending time together, movie or dinner something like that. Catch our breath and talk without it being around files or team lists" oh boy this was it. Him telling you he wanted to pursue Kristin. Fuck, how were you gonna get out of this? "Maybe after the mission?" you offered and saw the way his shoulders dropped "The mission is still three days away" 

You nodded "We need to prep. Make sure we're as ready as we can be cause god knows Amanda isn't ever gonna tell us everything we need to know" he studied you for a second before finally saying "We promised to be honest with each other when we first became friends. I can tell when you're lying to me but I'm gonna pretend I can't and say ok sweetheart because that's what you want me to say. Whatever it is, you can tell me. You know I'm not gonna judge you and I'm always gonna have your back" "I know Rick and I will, I promise. This mission and everything just has my head a little crooked" he pushed himself up off your desk, standing to his full height before leaning over to place a kiss right under your right ear "I'll be here waiting to help you get it back straight whenever you'll let me" then passed you the file back before walking over to his own desk.

You looked up at him and he smiled before turning to his own work. You just had to get through this, right? 

Getting through it was easier said than done as it seemed. You were used to missions going a certain way or well what happened before missions. The suiting up, the debrief and the roll out to collect your team. 

You hadn't expected Kristin to still be at ARGUS. You hadn't known Waller had given her a desk or well maybe you had and buried the information but when you spotted her when you walked out of the debriefing you forced a smile onto your face. You were a lot of things but rude for no reason was not one of them.

You gave her a small nod and headed for transport telling Rick over your shoulder you'd meet him at the air strip. You looked back in just enough time to see her and him talking and felt your heart drop when he leaned down to say something in her ear. A mission was good. You could focus on something besides your heart breaking.

You slammed into the door leading outside and bit your cheek when the cold wind slammed into your face. Fuck, you'd forgot your jacket. No way were you going back inside. Maybe there would be an extra one in the squad's gear. You rubbed your hands across your arms and headed for the truck waiting to take you to pick up the team.

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You stepped out of the transport truck and locked the door into place so everyone could file out. Luckily it was the usual suspects so no one needed to hear the rundown about the implants in their necks or how much time they'd get off their sentences. 

No one had an extra jacket and you hadn't wanted to take Boomers bomber jacket or Harley's cropped leather one that they'd offered off their own back so you stood with your arms tightly crossed while they one by one unloaded from the truck then headed for the plane where Rick stood talking to the pilot. 

You hadn't looked his way since you stepped out of the truck. You were being childish. You'd known this day was coming. Rick Flag was a good man, anyone could see that. You couldn't hold it against Kristin even if you wanted nothing more than to.

Once the last member of the squad was off the truck and walking up the ramp of the plane you closed the door and slapped it "We're good!" The truck rumbled away so you took a deep breath before following the team.

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You tried to walk past Rick considering the pilot had even headed on-board to start the takeoff process but his hand shot out and wrapped around your right bicep.You cut your eyes at him and saw he was holding your jacket out with his other hand "You forgot this"

"Thanks" it was barely a mutter but you got it out. You took the jacket from him and he dropped your arm to allow you to slip it on. You could feel your arms start to thaw slightly as soon as the jacket was covering them. He nodded and looked up towards the plane then down towards his boots "Now's not the time. I know it but what is going on with us? We aren't ever this out of sync" 

You shrugged one shoulder "We're good Flag. Don't worry, please" you didn't want his focus to be split when you knew bullets would be flying in no time. He held your gaze and took a step closer, effectively eliminating what little distance had remained between the two of you and using his height over you to his advantage. His voice was deeper than usual when he spoke, his accent bleeding out "That right there is how I know we're not. Outside of joking you ain't called me Flag when we've been alone in years now"

You swallowed hard, ignoring how his voice made your entire body feel like a flame was licking across it. It was going to be hard to get over him. You raised your eyes to fully meet his and saw a bit of a smile threaten his face before it quickly fell when you asked "Did ya tell Kristin bye?" You saw the confusion spread across his face and used the opening to slip past him onto the plane. 

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"WHEELS UP IN FIVE" You hollered to the pilot as you took your seat next to Harley. "Yes ma'am" the pilot replied as Rick finally walked up the ramp and sat down across the walkway from you, his eyes drilling into you but you refused to look at him. You had to focus on this mission. 

Harley bumped your boot with her own and you looked at her "Where'd ya find ya jacket?" You nodded towards Rick "Our fearless leader brought it to me" you could see the muscles in his jaw clench at your words. You never referred to him as team leader because you ran the squad together but Waller had introduced him as leader to Kristin. 

"Awe that was sweet of ya Flag" she laughed and he nodded, eyes never leaving you "I'm less of an asshole than given credit for"  You didn't want to be the first to break eye contact but knew you had to. The squad would get restless if you and Rick were arguing before takeoff. When you let your eyes drift to Harley she struck up a conversation about getting you a jacket to match her own. You half heartedly listened because while normally you actually did enjoy her company your attention was currently on the set of eyes you could still feel on you. Yeah this was going to be a long mission.

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You were pinned down with Harley and two bodies of fallen squad members. This shitty mission had gone from bad to worse. "Corporal, report!" Waller's voice echoed through the com in your ear. You met Harley's eyes, both of your chests heaving with every breath "Sorry, kinda busy right now. Check on Colonel Flag and I'll report soon if I'm not dead" You clicked the button on your com so you could hear chatter but they couldn't hear you. A bullet whizzed right past Harley's ear causing you both to flinch. You eyed the doorway that was separating you from getting the hell out of this. The only problem? Someone had to get it open. Easier said than done when every time these assholes even thought they saw either of you they started shooting.

"Toots, you know I love ya but I think we may be screwed" you huffed out a breath, forming a plan that was really really bad but the only option you had. You dug the two computer drives out of the pocket of your pants and held them out to Harley "Keep these in one piece and when I say go, get that damn door open. That is your only focus, not me, not bullets. Understood?" She tucked the computer drives away but looked confused "How are you gonna block em?" You gave her a tight lipped smile "Just trust me Harls and if we get outta this I'll make sure this one is twenty off"

She nodded and slid to the edge of the half fallen wall you'd taken shelter behind. You checked the automatic rifle in your hands, along with the two 9mm you carried. All you had to do was buy her twenty seconds tops. "Now" you breathed, stepping out to draw their fire.

You heard Harley's boots hitting the floor as she ran and the sound of the chain on the door giving way but couldn't turn your attention from the hail of bullets. You thought you were clear and had gotten lucky. Three were down, two had been called back to pursue Rick's half of the team. You made the mistake of glancing back to ensure your footing was clear and felt a bullet tear through your right side, just above your hip. 

Harley screamed your name as you stumbled, hand clutching your side but you shook your head "Dammit move Quinn!" her eyes went wide when she saw how much blood was gushing from between your fingers. "Flag's gonna kill me" "Flag will be fine" you told her from between gritted teeth. You needed to get somewhere secure to dig into your med kit but with Harley here, there was no way she wouldn't want to help. "Just help me move, please" you begged and she moved to your left side, throwing your arm over her shoulder. 

The two of you ran sloppily through the halls, clearing the corners as best as you could until you came to what appeared to be a janitor's closet. "This'll work" "Work for what? You're gonna bleed to death!" she nearly squealed and you shook your head, feeling dizzy from the movement and blood you'd lost "No I wont. I just need you to trust me and to know I can trust you" "You can trust me" she helped you into the closet and down into a sitting position.

You fumbled twice for your med kit before her hands covered yours "Tell me what to do" you leaned back against the wall, closing your eyes against a rush of pain "We need bandages, forceps to dig out the bullet and a few of the pyro packs that are in there" "pyro packs?" she asked and your eyes flew open to glare at her "Ok ok" she dug out the metallic bags that read "Caution. Burn Risk" and looked them over "What now?" you swallowed twice "Open them up" she did as you asked, being careful to not let the material touch her skin before looking up at you. You smiled "Now's time to dig the bullet out" she shook her head "How about I go find Flag! Or we call him over the coms? That man would fight this whole place to get to you"

You shook your head "No time. You're who's here" she nodded and grabbed the forceps. You managed a smile "It's gonna hurt me but you're not. Dig in,find the bullet and snatch it out. The moment the bullet comes out, put the entire contents of both bags directly into the wound. Don't question it. Then bandage it up" She swallowed loudly then nodded "Fuck, I wish someone was here to hold your hand" you laughed "I got it Harley. Just do it" you leaned your head back and closed your eyes as you felt the cold forceps touch the edges of the wound followed by the excruciating pain of Harley trying to secure the bullet "You got it" you breathed and she pulled it out. 

You heard the metallic twang of it hitting the floor before she poured the heat pack into it. You let out a breath at the familiar warmth flooding your system. Your entire body relaxed into itself as that gene inherited from your grandmother kicked in. You could feel the muscles and flesh that had been shredded by the bullet begin to knit themselves back together as Harley taped a gauze over the wound that had already stopped bleeding. Her eyes widened at the lack of blood "Wanna tell me what that was?" you shook your head "And Rick doesn't find out I got shot" she held your gaze and a silent understanding passed. You smiled weakly "Give me a few breaths then I'll be able to get on my feet. Blood loss is a bitch" "Even to someone like you?" Harley guessed quietly and you nodded "Yeah, even to someone like me"

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By the time you were able to get your feet under you Rick was screaming across the coms "GOD DAMMIT Y/N. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?"  Harley winked at you and hit her com "Easy Flaggy. We got a little pinned down. We lost the two new kids" "Fuck. Are you two ok?" you hit your com "We're good Rick. Retrieved what we came for. See you at evac?" he took a deep breath after you spoke and his voice was a bit more gentle when he said "Yeah. See you at evac" 

When you and Harley burst out the building you made a run for the chopper where Flag stood outside of. He smiled slightly when he saw the two of you then his eyes trailed down to the blood soaking you and it quickly dropped. You stopped to let Harley get on board and he snatched you close enough you could hear him over the rotors "What happened to you not being hurt?" you glanced down and shrugged "Who said this is my blood? Now light this bitch up and let's go home" 

You squeezed into the chopper between Rick and the pilot, watching as the building beneath you all burnt to ash once you were high enough to detonate. You could feel sleep tugging at you, a side effect of healing a wound that would've killed any other human but you couldn't sleep yet. You still had to get to the plane home. You felt your eyelids flutter but shook your head to resist and knew Rick noticed when he moved close enough his shoulder was right in place with your head that all you had to do was barely lean over to be resting against it.

You wanted to resist but fuck you were tired and he was so warm, your body craved the extra heat to help replace the blood loss faster..before you knew it he was waking you up to move from the chopper to the plane and once again on the plane you let yourself fall asleep against him again...if he was ending the intimacy between the two of you once you made it home you could enjoy it now plus the added bonus that you would have replinished the lost blood and not be weak for the debrief with Waller.

Harley curled up to your back like a cat and for once you didn't try to stop her, whether she knew you needed to raise your core temp or she was just tired you didn't care. It was a cocoon of warmth that lulled your aching body to sleep.

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You followed Rick through the halls toward Waller's office. While he'd been signing everyone back in at Belle Reeve you'd managed to change your shirt at least, fuck your dry cleaner got half your salary at this point. He kept eyeing the blood that stained your pants and you hoped he hadn't figured out from the spill pattern that it had indeed come from you. The bandage itched like crazy which meant the skin was mended or almost. You had luckily found a dark enough colored shirt no one could tell the bandage was there.

Once you walked through the bullpen you were glad to see Kristin at least wasn't there. You weren't sure if you could keep up being polite. You followed Rick into Waller's office and stood back while he went through the basics of the missions and handed over the computer drives and other files that had been recovered. She listened, stoic as always then dismissed the both of you. 

You walked slowly behind Rick, fighting the urge to scratch at your side. You knew he would probably hold you to the whole getting together after the mission like you promised, but you hoped he'd let you off the hook for the time being.  When the two of you hit the parking lot before you ever had a chance to shiver his jacket was draped across your shoulders. You looked back at him and he shrugged "Yours was soaked in blood Darlin" you felt your heart flip at how gentle his voice was. "Rick, I don't want to talk tonight, please"

You headed for your jeep but before you could get the door open he caught your arm and spun you around so your back was to the side of the jeep and he was as close as he could get without invading your personal space, one hand resting just over your head on the jeep and the other hovering above your hip "No, I think we need to talk. Your choice whether it's here or your place" you swallowed hard at the warmth radiating off of him. How the fuck did this man smell so damn good after a mission like that? You wanted to bury yourself in him. "My place" you finally said after a moment and he smiled before leaning down to let his lips brush against your neck "Good girl" you shivered lightly before shoving against his chest "Go get your truck! We both need a shower!" he groaned "Damn, I can't shower with you after missions. You try to fuckin cook me" "Cry baby" you teased before gently shoving him again "Now go, I'll meet you there"

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You stood under the stream of the shower watching the pink tinged water spin down the drain. Damn, you'd had more blood on you than you'd thought. After washing your hair and body, your fingers found the new scar decorating your side. If it was on anyone else and you were asked how old the scar was you would say at least a couple weeks, old enough that the skin wasn't still soft and sensitive but still new enough it was a light pink color. Maybe it was better that Rick was ending things, at least you wouldn't have to explain weird scars anymore. If he touched you like this there's no way he wouldn't notice the scar and you weren't sure you could play it off as him just having never noticed it. 

You heard a knock at your door and knew it was Rick. You sighed and turned the water off before grabbing your robe. You'd let him in then get dressed. If he insisted on having this conversation tonight he could very damn well wait in your living room while you got dressed. 

When you unlocked the door and swung it open his eyes trailed down your body and a look passed over his face that made a different kind of heat roll through you. No, you weren't going there. "Well damn sweetheart, I'm overdressed" he teased and you rolled your eyes, running the towel in your hand over your hair "Very funny. I just got out of the shower. I was caked in blood" he nodded "Yeah, that's what took me so long to get here" he leaned down as if to kiss you but you side stepped. At his confused expression you pointed towards your bedroom "I'm gonna go get some clothes on. Want to pour some of that whiskey Simon sent me for my birthday?"  

If you were having your heart ripped out you needed something strong to keep up a front and god bless your sergeant he always sent you a bottle of the good shit every year. Rick nodded and headed for your kitchen while you made a beeline for your room. You could hear him opening cabinets but focused on finding comfortable clothes. After a while you decided on a tank and sleep shorts. The tank was tight enough no bra was required. After running a brush through your hair you took a final look in the mirror then took a step into the living room. Rick looked up from where he'd been leaning against your kitchen counter apparently watching your bedroom door. He'd kicked his shoes off and his jacket was across the back of your couch. The way he looked at you made your skin flush, you had to reel it in. He was too important to lose because he no longer wanted to sleep with you.

You walked across the floor to him and he held out a glass tumblr of the whiskey. "Thank you sir" you whispered before downing almost the entire thing in one gulp. His eyes widened slightly. "That kind of night?"  You scoffed "You could say that" he was still sipping on his glass and a part of you had an urge to grab his and down it just for the burn of it. You tapped your nails along your glass "What was so important Rick?" you asked looking up at him and he laughed "Always straight to the point with you"

You shrugged "Well I mean no point in beating around the bush here" you gulped down what was left in your glass then sat it down. He swallowed his then reached for your hip, pulling you closer to him "C'mere. I've missed being alone with you" you let him pull you against his chest but braced your palms against the hard muscles to keep some distance between you even as he tried yet again to kiss you and you turned your head "Did I do something wrong? I don't think I broke any of the rules" he asked, settling to kiss the top of your head as his hands settled on your hips.

You laughed lightly "You did nothing Rick but I know what you want to talk about" he pulled back to look down at you and he looked uncertain? "You do?" you nodded "You're my friend Rick, probably one of my closest friends if not closest anymore. You're important to me and I wouldn't want to lose you but I ain't really a fuck me goodbye type. You don't fuckin want me? cool. You want Kristin? I get it, she's your type but I don't have to like it nor do I have to see it flaunted in my face so if I'm distant for a while don't take it personal" He took a step back, untucking himself from around you. 

You watched as he shook his head, running a hand down his face before he looked at you and laughed. The noise still managing to wrap itself around you despite being at your expense "You've been jealous?" "No I haven't" you argued and he took a step closer, whispering your name. 

You shook your head "I knew what this was from the start" "Still not answering the question" he took another step and you unintentionally took a step backwards "She's a scientist and gorgeous" he nodded "Yeah" a flame of anger flickered through you at him admitting it that easily and to your face.  "I knew whatever this was wouldn't last from the moment we met her" you breathed and he took two steps towards you which caused you to take two steps backwards and you cursed when you felt your back hit the counter. He planted a hand on either side of you, palm flat down on the counter and leaned down to speak into the shell of your ear "Still avoiding the fact that you've been downright mean to me because you've been jealous"

You turned your head slightly to meet his eyes, trying to ignore how close your face was and how you'd barely have to lean in for your lips to find his "Yes! Ok? Fuck you Rick! I've been fucking jealous! For so long I've been at your side, leading the squad and dealing with Waller's bullshit, having your back and you having mine. I've been in your bed, you've been in mine and I fooled myself into thinking just because I wouldn't want anyone else that you wouldn't either and now I have to sit back and watch you be with her and pretend that it's not hurting me to not lose you completely so yes I am fucking jealous that she'll have you. Happy?"

His eyes studied your face for a heartbeat and you could feel your heart stutter. Normally you could read Rick's emotions fairly easily but this was once you had no clue what was going on in that head of his. After what felt like too long he laughed again, lighter this time before closing the distance between the two of you. The first brush of his lips against yours drove reason out of your mind. You knew it was a bad idea, a clean break healed easier but fuck you needed this man like you needed air.

His hands moved to your hips, easily picking you up and sitting you on the counter so he could step between your legs. His tongue slipped past your lips, teasing yours as he swallowed the moan that escaped you. Your hands tangled themselves in his hair, tugging gently. When the need for air forced the two of you apart he moved from your lips to kiss down your jaw then to your neck. One of his hands slipped between your thighs, cupping your clothed core as he bit down on your pulse point then sucked the skin into his mouth. a broken sob of a moan that was somewhere between a praise and a curse falling from your lips. 

When your brain caught up to the fact that he was marking you, visibly you shoved a hand against his chest "Rick, stop" he froze the moment the words left you,hands moving off your body and lips leaving your skin. His broad chest was heaving as he looked down at you through heavy lashes "What's wrong sweetheart?" it took you two times to manage to get enough air in your lungs to actually form coherent thoughts "What kind of fucking response is marking me?" he grinned "I thought a clear enough one" he leaned in again to brush a gentle kiss against your lips "I don't want Kristin. I haven't wanted to talk about her. I want you. I only agreed to these damn rules because you freaked after the first time we slept together and I couldn't stand the idea of you running away from me" 

You swallowed hard, this was Rick. The best man you'd ever met, the only man you'd ever truly could imagine something with. "You want me?" you asked in such a small voice you flinched. He pushed your hair back out of your face, hand cupping the back of your neck as he kissed your forehead then the tip of your nose then your cheek before his lips found yours, a lingering kiss full of every promise he couldn't put words to "Every part of you" you felt a twinge of guilt when you thought about the parts he didn't know about. "Rick, I.." he cut you off with another kiss before saying "Darlin, anything you want to tell me you can but please let me take you to bed. I've never got to go to sleep with you in my arms and wake up with you there" you nodded slowly and started to climb off the counter but instead he pulled you into his arms giving you no choice but to wrap your arms around his waist "I can walk Rick!" you squealed and he nipped at your throat "I prefer this" 

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You were half asleep with Rick's head laid on your bare stomach. Even after so many times of the two of you sleeping together he'd treated you like this was the first time, exploring every inch of skin. You were spent from how many times he'd pushed you to that brink and over so you were currently just enjoying the feeling of him exploring the body.

He kissed passed your navel and you felt him still right before his fingers grazed the new scar on your right side "Baby where'd this come from?" you tried to control your heart rate because you knew he could hear it from where he was laying. You leaned up slightly to look and shrugged "I'm not sure honestly" his lips trailed across it "It wasn't there the last time we had sex" You laid back against the pillow, trailing your fingers through his hair "Are you sure?" when you cut your eyes back down at him he was giving you that "Cut the bullshit" look "Fairly certain I've kissed every inch of you multiple times" you shrugged "I honestly don't know Rick" he finally nodded before making his way up your body.

When he got to your lips he kissed you gently before pulling you over to lay across his chest. Your fingers traced the mark he'd insisted you give him to match the one he'd planted on your neck "What about Waller?" you asked and he scoffed "That bitch sees us as tools, weapons. As long as we're effective she doesn't give a shit. Hell she'd probably he thrilled to have more shit to hold over our heads" 

You shook your head "Yeah, I don't like the idea of her using me to make you jump through hoops" he smiled before brushing his lips against yours "She's had the power to do that for a lot longer than you think" "Oh" you said quietly and he nodded "Don't worry, we'll handle it as it comes. Now let me hold you since I've never been allowed to" you laughed and turned to tuck your back against his chest. He pulled you as close to him as he could before placing a kiss to your bare shoulder "Get some sleep. We can handle the crazy tomorrow" 

If Waller noticed a shift between you and Rick she didn't comment on it. Your work dynamic didn't change, hell it shocked you to realize a lot of your dynamic didn't change. Had you and Rick been a couple and you were the last to realize?

You were finishing up paperwork when a knock at the office door made you look up to see Kristin standing there "Hey" you spoke and she smiled "Hey" she cut her eyes at Rick who looked busy at work but you knew he was listening to every word then back at you "Can I buy you a coffee so we can talk?" you felt your stomach knot but nodded nonetheless. You stood up and grabbed your jacket off the back of your chair, walking around your desk. You tapped Rick's on the way by "Want me to bring your usual back?" he looked from you to Kristin, a silent ask of if you were ok in his eyes. You gave him a smile so he nodded "Yeah. Thanks" 

You turned to Kristin and smiled "Your car or my jeep" she shrugged "Your jeep is fine by me" you waved a hand towards the exit "Then let's go. Any excuse to leave that Waller wont blow a coronary about is fine by me" when she laughed a part of you felt bad about how much you'd disliked her when you thought there was something between her and Rick "Can't blame you there. I'd offer for you to bring Colonel Flag but I think you'll want this conversation to just be the two of us" ok that made you nervous but you both knew she couldn't say anything further in the building so you nodded "Rick's a big boy. He can amuse himself while I'm gone"

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You sat across from Kristin, staring down into your coffee and trying to process what she'd just told you "So the military is doing what exactly? experiments with meta and mutation genes?" she nodded "They're trying to form better soldiers. Find better mutations to see if humans could develop them,from the medical records Amanda released on you, how your blood has healed the squad even without them knowing..they're going to want samples before the lectures in D.C" 

You nodded slowly "How much blood? Are they going to try to drain me here?" you could feel yourself start to panic, not for yourself as much as the fact that you knew if they came for you the three most important people to you would be willing to die to save you,Rick of course along with Sergeant Simon O'Reilly and Staff Sergeant Johnny Moore. Not to mention if they knew of your genes they may know of Johnny's.

"I've made a deal for one vial of bone marrow and that is it. That was the best I could do, I'm sorry. I never meant for my research to be bastardized like this" you could tell she meant every word so you reached across the table to gently take her hand in yours, squeezing it lightly "Thank you for fighting for me and for not exposing me to Rick before I'm ready" she nodded and in turn squeezed your hand "If it's any help, if it was me,no matter how bad of dealings I'd had in the past nothing could change my feelings for my wife. I've seen the way Rick looks at you. That man worships the ground you walk on. He won't be angry at you for who you are but he may be angry for you feeling like you had to hide who you are from him all this time" you knew she was right but you were so deep now how the hell were you supposed to get out of the hole?

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JM: Fuck the government 

SO: Video call asap luv

The moment you rolled over and checked your phone you knew that Johnny had been cornered about his genes as well. While you had a healing mutation he carried a different type, he found at a young age he could manipulate time around him. Slow it down or speed it up. Made him hell on the battlefield. "Fuck" you cursed under your breath, forgetting Rick was in the bed with you until his arm encircled your waist and his lips brushed the base of your spine "Somethin wrong?" his accent was always heavier when he just woke up. You turned to place a quick kiss on his lips "No baby. Johnny and Simon just got into some shit and need me to call em" he chuckled "Always pulling the men in your life outta the fire" you winked over your shoulder at him "Someone has to" before slipping out of his bedroom and out into the living room.

You hit the buttons on your phone and within a few seconds both Simon and Johnny's faces were on your screen "There she is" Simon spoke first, his irish accent making your lips quirk up. Johnny leaned closer to his phone "Hold on now. That isn't your place" you felt your face warm when both of their eyebrows shot up. "Has our little spitfire got herself a boyfriend?" Simon chuckled and you rolled your eyes "Wasn't there a reason for this call?" Johnny nodded with a grin "Yeah but we can get to that in a minute" you shook your head "No, now" they both laughed then went into telling you how Johnny had gotten the call about a vial of bone marrow having to be given. "Yeah, I did too," you whispered. "Are we fucked?" Johnny asked and you shrugged "I hope not? I've got to escort Waller and the leading scientist to DC for the lectures behind the science so maybe I can dig more" 

Simon grinned "Good, we'll be there too" "Really?" you asked with a  matching grin because you hadn't seen both of them together in person in years. "Yeah, someone has to represent the corps considering someone got pulled over to the redacted sides of things" Johnny teased and you shook your head "Please Moore, once a marine always a marine" "You better remember that" he laughed then he whistled to get Simon's attention and you knew what they were thinking before Simon ever asked "So, who is this mystery fella that got our little lassie to settle down?" 

Before you could say anything the bedroom door opened behind where you stood in the center of the living room and Rick walked out behind you, shirtless. Johnny and Simon both spoke over each other "Good morning Colonel Flag!" the shit eating grins on their faces made you want to stab the both of them considering you could just give them blood and heal them afterwards. He looked from you to the phone before nodding "Simon, Johnny" 

Rick stopped to kiss your cheek "I'm making coffee" then headed for the kitchen. You finally looked back to your phone screen to see Simon had his arms crossed and Johnny was shaking his head "We need to discuss a dowry" "I want to know his intentions!" "Goodbye boys! See you in D.C!" you laughed before hanging up the call.

Rick leaned against the counter when you looked up and motioned towards your phone "They're gonna be in D.C?" you nodded and he smiled "Might not be that bad then if you get to catch up with them" you shook your head with a laugh "Or may be worse, with them there is no way to tell" 

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The day you went to give the bone marrow you were grateful for the healing you possessed because that shit hurt. You were still limping slightly when you got back to the office but Rick was luckily at Belle Reeve handling something about someone trying to make an army of possums. When you walked into your office you realized it was warmer than normal and a coffee was sitting on your desk, still steaming. A box sat next to the cup of coffee and when you opened it there was a small thing of what looked like hand cream inside with a note from Kristin "This is a more diluted version of what's in your pyro packs. It'll help" you smiled and sat down gently in the chair, wishing like hell you could help Johnny because he'd be in pain for a few days from this shit at least.

By the time Rick got back your hip was a dull ache and you'd turned the heat down in the office. He closed the door behind him and shook his head "Twenty six" you laughed at how tired he looked from chasing giant rodents over how he normally looked after missions. He walked around your desk and leaned down to place a gentle kiss to your lips "Your physical go ok?" you nodded "All clear for another year" he smiled "Good to know" you hated lying to him but how the hell did you bring it up in conversation now?

D.C. was gorgeous as always. The lectures were being held in a nearby conference hall that was so far locked down you were surprised the guest list didn't require a dna scan to get in the front door. Day one was casual, meaning you and Rick were both in suits. The skirt you wore hit just above your knees and you'd caught Rick being distracted more than once and had to remind him that the two of you were supposed to be looking the part of guards for Waller, that was why she'd allowed your holsters to be worn in plain sight.

His hand skimmed your lower back and he whispered in your ear "Something about you in a skirt and armed is just beyond sexy" you shook your head with a laugh "Easy soldier. We have time for that later" you just hoped Waller had nothing else up her sleeve. Johnny and Simon had landed about an hour after your plane but you hadn't met up with them yet, you hoped to see them soon but Waller had to dismiss you and Rick for you to be able to socialize anyways.

The two of you walked in behind Waller, you on her left and Rick on her right. She headed for the front of the room so you trailed behind like good puppies. She greeted an older gentleman who eyed you "Amanda" she introduced both you and Rick by rank. the older gentleman nodded to you both "Colonel, Corporal" 

The next two hours went pretty much like that until the blessed time came that she disappeared into meetings that you nor Rick had clearance for so you were dismissed until summoned. Rick cut his eyes at you considering you were still in the conference hall "Well we got a couple hours" you felt a smirk pulling at your lips until you heard an accented voice say "Nope, if she's not busy you gotta share her" you turned to see Simon and Johnny walking towards you. 

"Simon!" you greeted, pulling him into a hug first then when Johnny pouted letting him go to pull the other man into one as well. You looked them over and couldn't help but laugh. Both were around Rick's height, Simon maybe had an inch on him. Johnny had dark black hair and bright blue eyes while Simon had honey brown hair and the darkest green eyes you'd ever seen. Both were decent looking men and despite the suits they were clearly being made for them they looked so damn uncomfortable it was pathetic.

Johnny held onto your waist and looked over your head at Rick "Flag. Treating our girl well?" he nodded "Of course" Simon winked at you before saying "I think we should all go to lunch while you two are free. Me and Johnny want to have a talk with Rick" you spun out of Johnny's arms to playfully glare at him and he laughed "C'mon lassie, think the colonel gonna scare off that easy?" Rick cleared his throat and when the three of you looked at him he waved towards the exit "Let's go get lunch" then reached for your hand. When you let him take it you heard Simon chuckle "oh he's gonna be fun"

They'd known Rick for a while now but knowing him as your partner versus knowing him as your boyfriend? That was two very different experiences. You shot a look over your shoulder at Simon "Behave Sergeant" he winked at you "Don't worry luv. If he can hold up under you me and Johnny wont phase him"  

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"Oh I absolutey did fuckin not!" you laughed, tossing a mozzarella stick at Johnny across the table. He was currently embellishing a story about one night when your unit had gone for drinks in Germany and a bar fight had ensued. Rick cut his eyes at you, a grin pulling at his lips "I don't know baby, sounds like something you'd do" you mock gasped then looked at Simon for backup "A little help here Sergeant?" he shook his head "You're on your own luv" you tsk tsked "Three men like yourselves ganging up on a defenseless woman" that made all of them bust out laughing "You're a lot of things, defenseless ain't one of em"  Rick teased pulling you closer so he could place a kiss on your temple.

Simon gave you a look at the action and you felt yourself warm even before he reached for your hand "C'mon Corporal, let's go pay the tabs" Rick passed you his card before you could ever reach for your own and Johnny made an approving sound before you glared at him and he raised his hands in defense "I said nothing!"

You followed Simon across the little bar and grill the four of you had chosen, waiting for him to ask. He managed to wait until the waitress came back with your receipts "Have ya told him?" "Told him what?" you decided on the innocent route but knew that would fall flat "About your.." he paused when someone passed by before deciding on "diagnosis" you didn't meet his eyes and that was answer enough "How the hell have you kept it from him this long?" you shrugged "It hasn't been easy believe me and that was before I started sleeping with him" 

He shook his head with a laugh "How did that come about anyways?" you shrugged again "Shit happens?" this time he was the one to shrug "Foundation of some of the most solid relationships right there. I may be overstepping but can I ask, do ya love him?" you opened your mouth to deny it then closed it back when no sound would immediately come out. Did you love Rick? When a few seconds passed with you neither confirming nor denying he put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed gently "If he cares about you as much as I believe he does it won't matter to him. Didn't matter to me when I found out about you or Johnny"  you nodded slowly "Thanks Si" he smiled "Anytime luv" before the two of you headed back to the table.

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For the next few days whenever you and Rick weren't at Waller's beck and call you ended up making sure to carve out time in your day for Simon and Johnny. You hadn't realized how much you'd missed them. You and Rick had just made it back to your room from a bar with them when you finally decided on having enough liquid courage to tell him the truth. 

You watched him close the door and lock it as you slipped your shoes off then walked over to where he stood, leaned back against the door, watching you with an unreadable expression "Rick?" he seemed to break out of whatever trance he'd been in and smiled before pulling you into his arms. "I'm glad to see you having fun catching up with your guys sweetheart. I can tell they missed you and you missed them: You nodded, letting your hand trail down the front of his shirt to begin working on the buttons of it "I want to talk to you about something important" His hands covered yours, stopping you from disrobing him any further "Are you transferring from ARGUS?" "What?" you froze at his question because even if you wanted to you couldn't for five more years and even then you'd want him to leave with you. 

He slipped his shirt off and tossed it onto the bed before crashing his lips against yours in a kiss that was hungry and rushed. You kissed him back, trying to pull him closer until he suddenly broke away from you "If you want to transfer I'll support you, it's just..:" he trailed off and leaned down to place a kiss on your neck before continuing "I love you and I want you to be happy but I can't pretend it won't hurt to be away from you"

You damn near stumbled back from him in shock and wanted to kick yourself for how defeated he looked "I'm sorry. It's too soon. I shouldn't have sprung that on you and I'm not wanting a response I just wanted to tell you" he ran a hand through his hand and moved to step around you "I'm gonna go shower" your hand moved to grab his before he could get too far past you "Rick, wait"

The moment he turned you pulled him into a kiss. He hesitated at first then gave in quickly, his hands moving down to grip your thighs and lift you into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist, breaking away from his lips to kiss across his jaw and down his neck before finally saying "I love you Rick and as much as I miss them I'm not leaving" the smile he gave you made your heart jump "Really?" you nodded and he leaned his head over on your neck "Thank god" then caught your lips in another kiss before walking you over to the bed and gently laying you down on it before climbing up your body, slipping your shirt off and leaving a trail of kisses as he did so.

When he got back to your lips he smiled "In that case can whatever you needed to tell me wait? Because the way these jeans fit has had my dick half hard all night" a laugh fell from you that quickly turned into a moan when he rutted his hips down into yours to prove a point "It can wait"

Unfortunately for you it seemed fate saw fit for Rick to find out one way or another.

You stood next to Rick, both of you studying the room around you. The highest value targets in the free world were currently in attendance so nerves were a bit high to say the least. Simon and Johnny were working the north exit while the two of you were covering the south. A few more teams were set up throughout but you didn't trust any of them the way you trusted your guys.

So far you'd heard three lecturers drone on and on along with a few people that were definitely on Waller's christmas card list. You would be glad for the next three hours to be over. You were just about to crack a joke to Rick about the man currently on stage when one of the other team's voices cut through your com "We've had a security breach. Level one evac" 

"Fuck" you and Rick both swore as you moved in unison. Each team of guards had been assigned four targets each to move. You had Waller, Kritstin and two more. Once they were secure you would come back and help as you were needed. You spotted Johnny and Simon herding their targets towards the stairwell leading up to the helipad as you grabbed Kristin and pushed her in front of you. "Move" Rick took point going up the stairwell with you guarding the rear.

Once your targets were loaded and gone you headed back down, meeting Simon and Johnny halfway. "What is this shit?" you asked and Johnny met your eyes "Extremists for humankind purity" Fuck. That was a hate group targeting anyone with mutant or meta genes and there were civilians here. "Fuckin assholes" Rick cursed and Simon smirked slighlty "Lets show em Flag" Rick nodded so Simon looked at you "You with Johnny, Flag with me"

Rick looked at you "Stay safe" you winked at him "Always" then bumped your shoulder to Johnny's "Like old times. Lets get it" 

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You fell into a rhythm with Johnny so damn easy it was like no time at all had passed. You could feel the pull of his power simply because you knew what to look for but it helped the two of you to clear civilians out faster and take enemies down easier. The banquet hall looked like a fuckin war zone and that description was a little too accurate for your liking. 

You saw Simon and Rick take another group out and was about to call an all clear when you saw a barrel blast half a second before a bullet tore through the air towards you. Johnny was too far away to slow it so you were helpless but to feel the consuming burn which was so different from the one that healed you as it ripped through your abdomen and came out the other side. Johnny took out the shooter and was to your side in a heartbeat pulling you into his lap. You saw a few grazes on his arms and what looked like a knife slash on his face. Your hand shakingly moved to your stomach, a gasp of pain leaving you when you touched the wound "Fuck, it hurts Johnny" "I know baby. I know" he was already stripping his shirt off to hold pressure. "SIMON" he screamed as Rick and Simon came running in. Rick screamed your name and fell to his knees at your side "What the fuck happened?"

Your eyes moved to Rick's face and you saw tears threatening to fall "It's ok Rick. I'm ok" he shook his head "Sweetheart" Simon shouldered him out of the way "Move Flag" Rick's eyes turned hard "I'm not leaving her" Simon moved to pull you out of Johnny's lap and into his arms "Then you'll be what kills her and I'm not losing her either. We know how to save her. Now on your feet and lead us to her luggage or get the hell out of the way" Rick looked to you, tears working their way down his face and you nodded, grimacing from pain "Trust them" "Follow me" Rick told Simon before heading towards the stairwell leading up towards the rooms, all three men taking three steps at a time.

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Rick argued you needed a hospital. Simon argued him and Johnny could help you just fine and you told him that they could so he was pacing the room, watching Johnny dig through your med kit and throw different things onto the bed next to where Simon had laid you. Simon ripped open four metallic bags and Rick watched as he poured them directly into your gunshot wound after ensuring there were no bullet fragments in, your screaming during that time had nearly made him kill both men. He could hear your teeth grit from where he stood, even when you whispered something to Johnny who whispered something back before finally sighing and leaned down to let you wipe your  blood soaked fingers across his face and the grazes on his arms. What the fuck was going on? 

You could imagine what was going through Rick's head but you were focusing on not dying at the moment, then arguing with Johnny to take enough blood for where he'd been grazed and sliced. Eventually Simon gingerly bandaged your stomach then looked over at Rick before looking back at you "We'll be nearby luv" You grabbed his hand "Thank you" he smiled "Always"

You tried to push yourself up into a sitting position and Rick moved to help you, being careful of your stomach. You noticed his hands shake slightly, "Y/N?" he was looking at your bandage. The bleeding had already stopped. You smiled slightly "I meant when I said I love you Rick, please know that" he sat down slowly on the side of the bed to not jostle you before taking your hand "And I meant it when I told you I love you but what's going on" You swallowed hard before saying "I have a meta mutation gene"

"Healing?" he asked and you nodded "The packs are called pyro packs, they force my core temperature to rise high enough to jumpstart the process. As long as it's not my heart or head and I get help fast enough I can heal from an injury" "The scar on your side" he spoke and you grimaced "I got shot on the last mission and talked Harley through the first aid"  

He nodded, running a hand over his head "So Harley knows?" you shrugged "Kind of?" "Who definitely knows?" he asked in a small voice so you took a breath before saying "Waller, Kristin, Johnny and Simon." he nodded slowly "Can I ask why you didn't trust me?" when you finally looked at him your heart crumpled "I didn't want you to look at me differently" 

He reached for your hand and when you let him take it his shoulder sagged slightly "You're still you. There's nothing that would change that to me. I just don't know why it took something like this for you to tell me" 

You felt tears start to slip free from your eyes and he quickly brushed them away "Don't cry darlin. Please don't cry" you leaned into his touch "Do you hate me Rick?" he shook his head "Never. You hear me? Nothing could ever make me hate me, especially not something like this" you smiled as he leaned closer and brushed a gentle kiss onto your lips before pausing "How many times have you healed me?" you grinned with your forehead against his "More times than you probably want to know" 

He laughed and pressed another kiss to your lips "You'll have to teach me how to take care of you" "I will" you promised and he smiled against your lips "Good, because you're not getting rid of me that easily Corporal" you laughed before saying "Nice to know because I kind of want to keep you Colonel" 

[drabbles-mc]

Hands All Over

Rick Flag x F!Reader

Based on the request from @beardburnsupersoldiers: could you do #11 (“I bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.”) with Rick Flag??? (Prompt is from This List)

Warnings: 18+, language, smut, jealous Rick

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: my requests are closed but i have been thinking about this in the best way ever since you sent it in and i finally finished it tonight so I'm sending it out into the universe. I'm forever unwell about this man but i hope you enjoy!!!! xo (as always this is unbeta'd af but it's made with love)

You were purposely ignoring the pissed off look on Rick’s face as he stared at you from across the lot. It was early still. The guards hadn’t even rounded up everyone that the two of you needed from Belle Reeve yet. The usual suspects had been brought out first, people they knew weren’t going to put up much of a fight even if they wanted to. It was a short list, and seemed to get shorter all the time whether it was because they kept shaving years off people’s sentences, or because there were almost always a couple team members who didn’t make it home at the end of a mission. Turnover was constant, but it wasn’t as though Belle Reeve was ever going to run out of inmates.

Regardless, it left you and Rick out in the lot with Harley, Peacemaker, and Captain Boomerang. Over the next few minutes you were sure that others would slowly start to trickle out, people with no real clue about what they were getting roped into.

The reason that Rick was giving you the glare was two-fold—he was pissed off about what he was seeing, and he was also pissed off that he couldn’t even try to say anything about it. The first part was your fault, really. But the second part? That was just as much on Rick as it was on you. Maybe if you two had taken the time to ever actually talk about what your deal was, situations like this wouldn’t have him reacting quite so obviously. As it stood, Rick was too stubborn to start the conversation and you enjoyed stirring the pot too much to start it yourself.

So, there you were, leaning back against the transport vehicle you and Rick would be loading everyone into soon enough. Your back was braced against it, one boot on the ground, the other resting back flat against the large tire. Your arms were crossed in front of you as you looked at Boomerang. He was closely mirroring your stance as he stood beside you. You might’ve been vaguely aware of how close he was standing, but judging by the clench in Rick’s jaw it was just about the only thing that he was aware of.

Boomerang had always been a little more comfortable around you than he should’ve been. You figured out pretty quickly after meeting him that trying to fight him on it all the time was not only exhausting, but it wasn’t effective. So along the way the two of you found your middle-ground. You were fine with it, the banter and jokes that definitely wouldn’t be workplace appropriate at any other job, but even without looking at Rick when it happened you knew that he wasn’t a fan.

“C’mon.” Boomer nudged his shoulder against yours. “How many more missions till I can take you out?”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Bold of you to assume that the only reason you can’t take me out is because you’re currently in prison.”

He pretended to be offended and hurt by the comment. “That ain’t very nice, now is it?” He paused as you laughed. “Got some boyfriend on the outside, then?”

Turning your head to look at him, you said, “Why would I have to—”

He held his hands up in mock surrender. “Or a girlfriend. Don’t matter.”

You chuckled. “I never said any of that.”

He stepped away from the truck. Turning on his heel, he stood so that he was facing you head-on. “By the time I’m outta here, sweetheart, I’ll win you over.”

Even though you knew it wasn’t ever going to happen, you still found yourself smirking at the concept of him trying to woo you. Whatever that meant to him. “Always good to have a goal.”

There were a few beats of silence as he looked around the lot. You could tell that he was starting to get a little antsy, Harley too from the sounds of it as she chattered away at one of the new recruits that had been brought out. This was always the longest part. Briefing everyone was quick, and the rides to the mission locations went by fast because of the commentary flying around amongst everyone. Waiting for everyone to get chipped and brought out got to be a drag after a while.

Boomer was feeling it, pulling out one of his boomerangs and fiddling with it passively in his hand the way a child would fuss with a toy. Arms crossed over your chest, you nodded towards the item in his hand. “Not getting that out just because I said you couldn’t take me out, right?”

His grin split wide enough to catch the glint off his gold tooth. “’Course not.” He fiddled with it for another second longer before pointing at you with it. “Ever used one’a these?” You shook your head and he switched so that it was laying flat in his upturned palm, hand out to you like a peace offering. “Wanna try?”

“Boomer—”

“Give it a shot! ‘s the worst that could happen? We’re the Suicide Squad anyway, right?”

No matter what your rebuttal was, it wasn’t going to be good enough for him. Using your foot that was braced against the tire, you pushed off the side of the truck. “Fine. Only because I know I’ll never hear the end of it from you.”

He was practically cackling as he set it in your hand. “Might make a bad guy outta you yet.”

The two of you weren’t even being all that loud but the words were grating against Rick’s ears halfway across the lot like he was trapped in an echo chamber. The internal conflict of enjoying the sound of your laughter versus knowing that you were laughing at something that Harkness said had him rooted to the spot. If he clenched his jaw any tighter he was liable to chip a tooth.

First it was listening to the two of you shooting comments back and forth, your indirect denial of having someone on the outside. He was frustrated with that even though deep down he knew that even if you’d said you were with someone, it wouldn’t have stopped Boomerang. Deeper down still, he knew that he’d never said anything to you about the relationship between the two of you, but it was easier for him in that moment to forget that small detail.

That was frustrating enough, but then he saw the way that Boomer was so quick to put his hands on yours, how comfortable he was shifting the two of you so that he was standing behind you. It didn’t matter that you wouldn’t take the man seriously in a million years, that no matter the innuendo or the offer he wasn’t ever going to win you over. In that moment, Harkness was closer to you at work than Rick ever would be. And you were smiling and laughing about it.

Not nearly soon enough, the last of this round’s Task Force X were brought out to the yard. You’d managed to get one mildly successful boomerang throw in, and Rick had stopped just short of giving himself an aneurysm.

“Alright,” he barked, more anger in his words than necessary as he walked towards the truck, “everyone load up. We’ll brief on the way.”

You stood back watching as they all filed in. There were murmurs, quick exchanges as everyone tried to get situated in the cramped space. You tried to stifle your chuckles as you heard Harley riling everyone up as they got strapped in.

Unsurprisingly, Boomerang was bringing up the back of the line. Before stepping up into the vehicle, he stopped right beside you. You could feel the humor dripping off his words as he motioned for you to get in before him. “Beauty befor—”

Rick gave him a harsh shove between his shoulder blades, cutting him off in the process. “Get in the fuckin’ truck,” he grit out.

Boomerang’s entire face contorted in annoyance and offense for a moment. He looked over his shoulder at you as he climbed into the vehicle. “When’re you gonna stop lettin’ that one tag along?” He gestured to Rick.

Rick’s brows were pinched together as tight as you’d ever seen them. “Harkness.”

It was all that had to be said. He slipped into the back of the transport with everyone else. You were still looking at the now-empty door, unaware of the look that Rick was now giving to you. There were plenty of things that he wanted to say to you, do to you, right there in that moment just to prove a point but he couldn’t.

You started to speak. “So how—”

All the words flew right out of your head as Rick’s hand clamped tightly down onto your shoulder. Catching you off-guard he easily pushed you, pinning you between him and the side of the truck. One of his legs was slotted between yours. He was leaning in close enough for you to feel his breath against your skin when he spoke.

His voice was painfully low. “I bet you think you’re real cute letting him put his hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.”

You were so off-kilter that you couldn’t even come up with the witty responses that you were in the habit of giving him. He’d never put himself in such a close position with you at work before. You knew him well enough to know that being friendly with Boomerang would get under his skin a little bit. If only you’d known how much—you would’ve done it a hell of a lot sooner.

The digging of his fingertips even through your shirt had you locked in place. It was exciting as it was nerve-wracking, especially since there was a truckload of prisoners just a mere flap of metal away from you. You and Rick had always had different definitions of the term reckless, and this was about as reckless as it got for him. He tried so hard not to let his personal life bleed into the job, and yet here he was. You loved knowing that you could have this effect on him if you tried, even if it was making your knees nearly knock together in the moment.

It could’ve only been a couple seconds that had passed, but you felt like the silence had been stretching on infinitely when you finally managed to try and speak up. “I don’t—”

“You do,” he cut you off. There was the slightest twitch in his hand on your shoulder, a clue that he wanted to put it somewhere else but he stopped himself. Not feeling quite reckless enough for that yet.

“I—”

His voice seemed to drop even lower in volume, not that it dulled the sharp edges of what he was saying to you. “Don’t play dumb now.” He finally released you and stepped back. A professional amount of space existed between you once more. “Let’s go.” He started to walk towards the driver’s side. “We got shit to do.”

You gave yourself until the door on the other side of the vehicle opened. Then you took a deep breath and got yourself swung up into the passenger seat. There were bigger things to worry about for now, and you decided that those bigger things were why you still felt a slight shaking in your legs.

There was never such a thing as a simple mission with Task Force X. Even when things were pitched to you and Rick as easy, or simple, or in-and-out missions, they never seemed to play out that way. You chalked it up to the squad, and also to Waller never giving anyone a straight answer about anything. That usually covered your bases.

This time you had the additional layer of problems stemming from Rick’s attitude for the day. He wasn’t ever warm and fuzzy with the team, but the last time you saw him walking around with such a noticeable chip on his shoulder was back in the days of Midway City. Only this time his frustration wasn’t about the whole team, it was about one team member in particular. Or two, if you included yourself in the count.

Your team didn’t have the luxury of ascribing to the, “no man left behind,” mentality. But even so, it didn’t mean that no one could try at all. And who knows, maybe if someone who wasn’t Harkness had taken a bullet to the thigh, Rick would’ve reacted differently. You didn’t get to find out.

Rick had brushed past him, determined to get to get everything over as quickly as possible. His lack of concern was met with a slew of angry, vulgar remarks from Boomerang, and perhaps rightfully so. You stopped to at least help the man get to his feet, even if you weren’t going to be carrying him or acting as a human crutch for the rest of the mission.

“Flag,” you chastised as you caught up to him.

“What?” he snapped back, matching your tone.

You let your voice drop to just above a whisper. Loud enough for him to hear over everything happening around the two of you, but not so loud that the rest of the team with you was going to catch it.

“You said we’ll sort it at home, so let’s sort it at home.”

He shook his head. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No? So you’re trying to tell me that there’s nothing different about—”

“That’s exactly what I’m tellin’ you.”

The sound of gunfire up ahead stopped your conversation then and there. You knew that once the chaos had died down, the two of you would get right back into it. There were just more pressing matters to deal with at the moment, like the people pointing their guns at you.

There were no other major injuries to anyone else on the team. A few bumps and scrapes but it looked like Boomerang was the only one who was going to be taking a trip to the medical wing. He would’ve been looking forward to that if it wasn’t currently being preceded by Peacemaker carrying him back to the transport vehicle. No matter how much he struggled and swore, he wasn’t able to break free. It was a comical sight, seeing him draped over Peacemaker’s shoulder—everyone else was getting a kick out of it even if Boomerang wasn’t. Him and Rick.

Rick didn’t say a single word to you the entire drive back. Even when everyone was getting unloaded and sent back to their cells, it felt like he hadn’t even done so much as look at you. It was something that any other day you wouldn’t have noticed, because that’s just how it was when you were both working. But it felt different this time, tense in a way that it didn’t used to be.

He only spoke to you in the parking lot by your cars because you asked him a question that he couldn’t give a yes or no answer to. He didn’t even look at you as he answered it, instead looking down as he dug his keys out of his pocket.

“Yours or mine?” you asked.

“Yours.”

You waited for follow-up commentary that never came. You waited for him to pick back up the argument from earlier, or for him to reignite the jealous streak that he’d had going earlier still. But he gave you nothing as he unlocked the doors to his pickup.

With a roll of your eyes, you followed suit and got into your own car as well. If he wanted to keep stewing on all of this until you both got back to your place, you’d let him. You didn’t bother waiting for him as you peeled out of the parking lot and made your way home. It wasn’t as though he would be lagging that far behind you.

You’d just stepped into the shower at your apartment when you heard the heavy sound of his boots on the floor. You heard them pause outside the bathroom door, and for a moment you found yourself holding your breath and waiting to see if he was going to come in with you. The hesitation had you thinking that he was thinking about doing just that. But then the footsteps continued. The breath you’d been holding came out as a disappointed sigh.

When you were done with your shower, you weren’t expecting to walk into your bedroom to find Rick sitting on the edge of the bed, still dressed in his work save for his boots that were set just off to the side of him, but there he was. His hands were wrapped around the edge of the mattress, head tilted down as he stared at the floor.

“Shower’s yours if you want it,” you said, letting it announce your presence in the process.

That got him to look up at you. His expression wasn’t giving much of anything away, but as his eyes raked up and down your body you caught the way that his jaw clenched. His fingers gripped onto the blanket that covered your mattress just a little tighter as he took in the sight of the stray droplets of water still clinging to your shoulders and neck. Your skin warmed at the realization.

Seeing that he made no move to get up, you walked over to him. You stood between his legs, the rough fabric of his cargo pants a stark contrast to the softness of you skin, legs left exposed by the towel wrapped around you that barely reached the tops of your thighs. He swallowed hard, eyes crawling their way up your body to your face. Now he was in the position of having to look up at you, a position he didn’t find himself in very often. Even though his eyes gave him away, he tried to keep his unbothered façade in place.

“Still not talking to me, then? Came over just to give me the silent treatment in my own home?”

He remained silent, and you were wondering if it was because he was stringing together what it was that he wanted to say, or if he just couldn’t get the words out. Either way, you were painfully curious as to what was going to happen next.

“C’mon,” there was a playful lilt to your tone as you went to cup his face with your hand, “don’t—”

You stopped yourself short when he reached up and grabbed tightly onto your wrist. It didn’t hurt. He’d never hurt you. But his grip was tight enough to prove a point. Your jaw snapped shut as he held onto you, preventing and continuing to keep you from being able to touch his face.

“He doesn’t get to touch you like that,” he finally said, each word spoken low and deep.

His voice, his words, the look on his face, it all sent a wave of chills over your body. The same feeling you had outside the transport earlier, that feeling of being rooted to the ground beneath you, came right back. You couldn’t even bring yourself to reach out and touch him with your other hand.

Your voice came out quieter than you planned. “It wasn’t…” You trailed off as he lowered your hand that he was holding, his grip loosening off your wrist as he started to slide his hand up the bare skin of your arm until it was on your shoulder.

His fingers curled over the curve of your shoulder. “No one gets to touch you like that.”

You took a breath, determined to get a full sentence out this time. “I guess I didn’t think it would bother you so much.”

Whatever snarky, angry response you had been gearing up for, he didn’t deliver. Instead, he pulled you closer, your small step turning into a stumble as your hands landed on his shoulders to brace yourself. His hands instantly went to your waist, fingers digging into the plush fabric of the towel that was wrapped around you. He didn’t break his gaze the entire time.

His tone was even, almost dangerously so. “It did.”

The stubborn part of you was drawing in a breath to tell him that you weren’t sorry, that you weren’t going to apologize, that maybe if he’d just taken the time to talk to you about how he felt or what all of this was maybe the two of you wouldn’t be in this situation. But before you could even get yourself to utter the first syllable, he tightened his grip on your hips and quickly turned the both of you so that you landed on your back on the bed with a surprised yelp.

It took him no time at all to move you both so that you were in the center of the bed. One hand firmly cupped your jaw as he pinned his lips to yours in a heated kiss, a kiss that had you all but melting into the comforter of your bed. Your palms flattened against the planes of muscle across his chest for the briefest moment before you balled the fabric of his shirt into your fists. You pulled him closer to you, as tight as you could manage as you laid beneath him.

He gave into it for a moment as his tongue slipped past your lips into your mouth. You moaned at the sensation, his tongue on yours, the way the tips of his fingers were starting to press harder into your jaw. You were about to loop your legs around his waist, lock yourself to him, when he pulled away from you.

You were gasping for breath, fingers still gripping his shirt as he pulled back. Bringing his hand away from your jaw, he brought both hands to the top edge of the towel you were wearing. His fingers wrapped around the hem of it, he finally pried his gaze away from your face. He peeled the towel open, letting both sides of it fall away from you, leaving you completely exposed. His tongue ran along his bottom lip as he drank in the sight of you lying beneath him.

The rise of his chest as he pulled in a deep breath was impossible to miss. Your hands moved from his chest up to the sides of his neck, fingers interlocking at the nape of it as you pulled him back down into another kiss. He gave in without a fight, leaning his body weight onto you as he kissed you, hands racing down your sides, of your hips and onto your thighs.

His lips strayed from yours, dragging along to your jaw and down to your neck, leaving small, quick nips along the way. He moved down to your chest, lips and tongue teasing as they traveled over your breasts, pulling one taut nipple into his mouth and sucking on it in a way that had you whimpering and squirming in pleasure beneath him before he moved and repeated the process with the other.

“Rick,” his name fell from your lips, needy and breathless as you tangled your fingers into his hair. It was the only thing you could get yourself to say as he sucked a mark into the plush skin of your breast.

He kissed his way down your stomach, peppering a trail of kisses across your hips before moving down to your thighs. His teeth grazed along the soft, sensitive skin on the insides of your legs, the sensation making you drape your legs over his shoulders out of pure instinct.

His lips grazed over your folds, enough to feel how wet you were, not enough to give you any relief because of it. You tried to lift your hips and he immediately slid his arms and placed his hands so that they were pinning your hips to the bed once more. You whined, hands tugging at his hair.

Then you felt his tongue running up your slit, teasing you in a way that had you shuddering beneath him. You tried to pull him closer with no success, resigning yourself to his whim now. He might not have been able to say or do anything before, but he was the one in control now.

He kissed your core, tongue darting out until he switched and wrapped his lips around your clit. You moaned as his tongue ran over the nerves, causing your thighs to clamp around either side of his head.

“Fuck, Rick,” you moaned, grip on his hair loosening just enough to lightly drag your fingernails along his scalp. “Don’t stop.”

You felt one of his hands move from your hip and for a moment you were worried that he was going to stop just because you had asked him not to. You lifted your head up off the mattress, looking down at the sight of him nestled between your thighs. The way he looked had the breath getting caught in the back of your throat. Then he opened his eyes, looking up at you with his mouth still pressed to your core. You opened your mouth to try and say something when you felt two of his fingers pressing lightly against your slit. He covered them with your slick before pushing them into you, not breaking his eye contact with you as he did. The moan you let out had him tightening his grip on your hip, sucking harder on your clit as you writhed beneath his touch.

When he felt the way your thighs began to tremble, starting to clench tighter around him, he picked up the pace even more. Even though it was muffled, he could still hear the string of curses you let out the closer you got to your climax, the desperate way you said his name as you begged him to make you cum.

Seconds later your walls tightened around his fingers, your hips bucking up off the bed as you came. He worked you through it, his fingers and lips coated in your release as he refused to let up. He kept going even when your hands were pushing his shoulders, whining from the overstimulation. Your legs trembled as they hung limply over his shoulders, unable to muster up the strength to pull him closer or push him away.

You let out a trembling breath when he pulled his fingers out of you. He pressed one more kiss to the inside of your thigh before crawling his way back up your body. Without a beat of hesitation he caught your lips with his, tongue instantly running over yours allowing you to taste yourself off of him.

The friction of the rough fabric of his pants against your sensitive, naked core had you whining into his mouth as he kissed you. Still, instead of pushing him away, you started to undo his belt buckle. The second he pressed his body flush to yours again you’d felt how hard he was. Now you just wanted him inside you.

Undoing the button and zipper on his pants, wasted no time pushing both his pants and his underwear down off his hips in one motion. Rick barely took the time to kick them the rest of the way off before pushing into you.

The low moan of pleasure that he let out turned into your name as he bottomed out inside you. He pressed a harsh, needy kiss to your lips before letting his head drop into the crook of your neck. He gave you a couple long, slow thrusts to adjust before picking up the pace in a way that communicated all of his desperation for you. Your nails sank into his shoulders as he pounded into you, just looking for something to keep you tethered as you started to see stars behind your eyes all over again.

He nipped at your neck and shoulder as he pulled your legs so that they were looped tighter around him. He buried himself inside you, coaxing you along when you whimpered out that you were going to cum again. He pressed a kiss right below your ear, the praise he was whispering to you, calling you his, was enough to send you tumbling over the edge. He fucked you through your orgasm, his thrusts beginning to falter as he felt your walls clenching around him. A few more sharp snaps of his hips had him spilling inside you.

He collapsed against you, fighting to catch his breath as his hear rested against your chest. He could hear the fast beat of your heart against his ear, and you could feel the quick breaths he was taking as he looped his arms around you. His touch was soft, gentle in a way it hadn’t been just moments before.

You rested one hand on the back of his head, the other between his shoulder blades. You idly toyed with strands of his hair as you let your eyes close. Neither of you said anything for a few minutes, instead choosing to revel in the silence and the closeness that came with it. It also gave you each a little while longer to catch your breath.

Eyes still closed, you spoke up, your voice soft but light. “So, you wanna talk about it?” you asked with a quiet laugh.

He was still laying on your chest. You didn’t know for sure but you were willing to bet that his eyes were closed too. “About what?” he replied in a half-mumble.

You dragged your fingers up and down his spine, pressing through his shirt. “Oh, so we’re just going to pretend you haven’t been angry and jealous all day? Gonna pretend that’s not where this came from?” You kept your tone upbeat enough so that it wouldn’t descend into an argument. That wasn’t what you were looking for.

It worked, too, because it got him to let out a laugh. “Wasn’t all day.”

You shook your head, would’ve rolled your eyes if they were open. “You’re such a pain.”

“And you’re not?” he joked right back. He lifted his head to look at you, which got you to open your eyes. “You gonna try and sit there and pretend you weren’t doing that shit to get under my skin?”

You smirked, giving a half-hearted shrug. “I didn’t think you’d care.”

“Why wouldn’t—”

“Oh, c’mon, Rick. We’ve been doing this song and dance for how long now? And we…you never…” You reached up to drag your hands down your face. “We’ve never talked about it. I figured that was your nice way of saying…you know.”

He frowned at that. “Oh.”

You laughed, letting your head drop back to the mattress again. “Good talk.”

He chuckled, pulling away from you just enough so that he could shift and lay beside you. It was easier to look at you that way as he propped his elbow and rested his head in the palm of his hand. “I never said anythin’ because I figured you knew.”

You rolled onto your side to face him. “Knew what?”

His other hand tenderly grazed along your cheek, the callouses on his fingers not feeling harsh in the slightest. “How I feel about you.”

You leaned into his touch. “I’m not a mind reader, you know,” you said with a small laugh. “And, you know,” you placed your hand over his, “you’re not exactly the most open book.”

He cracked a small grin. “No?”

You laughed. “No.”

He was still smiling as he dragged the pad of his thumb along your cheek. “Well, now you know.”

You nodded. “Now I know.”

He pulled you in close to him, tucking your head beneath his chin. You settled into him with ease, the way you had so many times before. He held you tight enough so that you could feel his heartbeat thudding against the side of your face.

He pressed a lazy kiss to the top of your head before saying, “Harkness ever puts a hand on you again though, I’m chopping the fuckin’ thing off.”

You laughed, patting his chest in a joking, reassuring manner. “Sure you are.”

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[moonpascaltoo]

RICK FLAG

╰┈➤ 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

MASTERLIST • DC MASTERLIST • 05/26/24

@foli-vora ⭒ 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

@lacontroller1991 ⭒ bull ride ⭒ husband for hire ⭒ you’re not bad

@loverhymeswith ⭒ nothing will ever be the same pt2 Jotunheim has fallen and Project Starfish is on the loose, but all you really care about is Rick.

@darling-i-read-it ⭒ already married Rick and the reader are secretly married

@drabbles-mc ⭒ all settled

@blackbat05 ⭒ different You were always at odds with a certain Colonel. Will Christmas change things?

@coweye ⭒ love hurts You and your lover Rick Flag do some squad conflict resolution.

@seancekitsch ⭒ hot to go 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.

@reveluving ⭒ request

@ohcaptains ⭒ pity me, i need you you’re not read to say goodbye, not yet.

[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

[riddikulus-writings]

Distracted

Chapter 8

Temporarily kidnapped. Escaping. Plotting. The works.

The three of them saw DuBois through the crowd, ushering the other three -- Cleo, Abner and Sebastian -- out through the dressing room with The Thinker in tow, a pistol to his ribs. As soon as they were out of sight, DuBois raised his hands up, “There’s no need to disturb everyone’s night,” he called out, causing an almost-silence to settle over the room, “I’m right here. I’m the one you’re looking for.”

Rick, Peacemaker -- what the fuck is his real name? -- and Nyx shared a look and shrugged. Rick finished his beer and stood. Nyx drained the rest of her glass and turned to face the rest of the room. Rick raised his arms, first, “Yep. Us too. We’re his American companions.”

“I’m actually from Wisconsin!” Nyx told them happily, pointing to her own head.

Is she? Rick shot her a confused look.

Peacemaker was confused too, “What?” meaning, I didn't agree to get arrested--

Even in the commotion of being bound, Rick didn't miss the Cheshire grin Nyx acquired when the cuffs slotted shut around her wrists. And even in the process of being marched through the bar, he didn't miss the way his cock grew just a tad stiff at the thought of Nyx in handcuffs for him.

Yeah, not the best time to be thinking of it. 

With the grin she had, though, Nyx had to be thinking almost the same thing.

“What the hell are you so happy about?” DuBois snapped at her the second they were seated in the back of an armoured police van. Four of them seated across from three guards. Two up front in the cab.

“I’m--” she cut herself off, side-eyeing Rick in the dark, “I like being cuffed, ever think’a that? Apparently you’re a fuckin’ bore in bed, yeah?”

Peacemaker and Rick snickered, but DuBois began seething. Rick was just happy Nyx hadn’t outright said she’d been thoroughly fucked not twenty minutes ago by the man sitting shoulder to shoulder with DuBois -- which is, he was pretty sure, anyway, what she’d been about to say.

She was blunt when she drank.

One of the guards suddenly grew a devilish smile, reaching his hand across the small space to slide it up one of her legs, “I’d much like to find out what else you like in bed.”

Before any of the men could move in her defense, Nyx’s leg suddenly flipped over the man’s arm and snatched it behind her knee at such a fast pace, that the resulting snap of several bones could be heard loud and clear over the ensuing ruckus. The team was half-shouting something, the remaining two guards had their weapons pointed at her. And Nyx was leaning over the man she’d maimed, “Keep your slimy paws off me.”

They didn’t lower their guns, but the one furthest from her spoke, “I’m sorry for you three,” he nodded at the men, “Not for her anymore. But soon you will be joining your deranged friend, Harley Quinn.”

Rick’s stomach dropped at the name, and he leaned towards the guard, “Is Harley alive?”

“Not for long,” was the smug response, “Mayor General Suarez can be rather harsh when extracting information.”

“Dim mak.” DuBois suddenly whispered, letting a guard place a cigarette in his lips. Death Touch. Rick’s heard of it -- maybe used it once or twice… Dubois continued, “That’s the Cantonese term for it. In Japan, it’s kyoshu jitsu. In English, it’s simply the Death Touch; how to kill a man with a single blow.”

“Kick him in the nuts,” Nyx whispered happily.

The three of them flinched. Peacemaker sighed, “Not quite.”

“I know, Dip,” she muttered.

“Of course,” DuBois interrupted quietly through teeth clenched around his now lit cigarette, “Of course it’s possible to kill a man with a single blow. But it’s a matter of chance, and cannot be wielded with certainty.”

“That’s what they say,” Rick squared his shoulders.

“They?” Peacemaker asked.

“Amatuers,” DuBois spat.

“On one?” DuBois asked.

Rick growled, “One.”

“One.” Peacemaker echoed.

The three men lurched forward, successfully taking out the three  guards in one blow – a punch, a headbutt, and a foot to the face. Nyx raised her foot to the middle one’s face, and Rick -- being the closest one -- raised his cuffed hands, “Please don’t. We don’t want to see that.”

“He touched me,” she bared her teeth at Rick.

DuBois arched a brow in her direction, “We don’t want to see brains.”

She reached over and plucked the cigarette from his lips, placing it between her own. Nyx took one long drag from it and promptly tossed it to the floor, “I don’t even smoke.”

“Me neither,” he slumped back in his seat while the other two rifled for the keys to the cuffs. 

Nyx slumped, too, looking over towards him through Rick’s now vacated spot, “Ya look tired, there, bud. Feelin’ okay? Old age catchin’ up to you?”

DuBois shook with dry laughter, “Fuck off.”

Rick’s deft fingers were suddenly working at her hands, “You good?”

She rubbed at her wrists once freed, “Little too tight for my liking. I’m keeping them, though,” She hooked them through her belt loop, “For science.”

“Science my ass,” Peacemaker picked up a sleek shotgun and aimed it at the camera that showed the driver who they were hauling.

After he shot, all hell broke loose, because apparently he’d shot the fucking driver. There was a lot of yelling. A lot of screaming. A shit ton of tires squealing and horns blaring. Peacemaker had his entire bulky arm through the shotgun hole he’d made, struggling to grab at something in the cab. Rick briefly assumed he’d been grabbing for the steering wheel, but the thought went flying when he did, tumbling and rolling around in the confines of the van. Peacemaker simply stood, arms bracketed on either wall as the other three rolled around like bingo balls on a Sunday morning, knocking heads and other appendages with each other in their attempts to brace themselves like Peacemaker had managed.

Fuckin’ lucky bastard.

When the van finally reached the bottom of whatever hill they’d been rolled down, it had landed on its roof. One by one they all stood, groaning about some part of them that hurt; mainly heads, “Flag, I always knew you had a thick skull,” DuBois cursed quietly.

Rick was rubbing his head, too, “I should say the same thing about you.”

Nyx stood on shaky legs, turning to face the door, “Ladies, you’re both thick-skulled. Now shut the fuck up.” In one movement she reached up and gripped the underside of the benches, hoisting her legs off the roof-turned-floor so she could kick the doors open and off their hinges. She let herself down and picked her wayward sword sheath from by her feet, “Follow me to freedom?”

“Lady, at this point, I’ll follow you anywhere,” Peacemaker shook his head as he followed her out.

Apparently, the police van was on fire. One by one they stepped from the wreckage, walking out into the road, weapons in hand. Nyx wished she could’ve taken a picture, because she was positive they probably looked pretty cool.

Disoriented. Possibly concussed. But cool.

And suddenly, rolling to a stop, was the small dusty van they'd rode to town in. Abner was in the open slider door, waving them in. DuBois puffed out his chest, "Alright. To Jotunheim."

"Not yet," Rick stopped him, "There's something else we need to do first."

"Stop standing like you have an American Flag waving behind you and get in the fucking mini bus, Flag."

Nyx's voice shook him out of his reverie; he was the last one outside. He jogged to catch the bus before it began moving faster, piling in the door and sliding it shut behind him. His eyes immediately found Nyx, seated in the very back. Rick beelined for her through the others and took up the space on her right. Peacemaker called to him from a seat up, "So, where are we going, now?"

"The Mayor's mansion in town," Rick told him, "We need to get Harley."

"Oh, I miss her," Nyx mused quietly.

Oh yeah. Rick cringed to himself, remembering the three missions he, Nyx and Harley had been on before he’d requested to Waller that Harley be benched more often than not. The first had gone by fine, minimal issues. The second was better. No deaths, no infighting amongst the Squad. Nyx had loosened up around other people by then and banter even happened. And the third--

Ain’t it normally the gal makin’ heart eyes at the guy and not the other way around, Ricky?

He’d shaken his head and given Harley a stern glare for assuming things. Harley had simply given him her smuggest million dollar grin and continued about her own business and not his.

“Suicide Squad to Mr. Flag,” a hand was waving in his eyes, slowly coming into focus. It was Nyx’s hand, but Cleo’s heavily accented voice, “What’s the plan?”

Rick cleared his throat, looking among his teammates, “Peacemaker high up, across the street. Sniper for any possible danger. Cleo,” he pointed at her, “Abner and, uh… Sebastian… are around back. Take out any guards back there. And keepin’ watch for traffic. DuBois, Nyx and I scale to the third floor, make it to the inner staircase and down to the cellar where they keep their detainees. Hopefully, Harley is still alive.”

“Question,” Nyx raised her hand up, “Why can’t we just walk in the front door?”

"That would give us away," Peacemaker told her blatantly, "Instant capture. Dumb idea."

"You're a dumb idea," she retorted, anger twisting her face for a moment before she snapped her mouth back shut.

Peacemaker turned his attention towards Rick, again, “You’ve got to be kidding me, Flag. You’re going to risk the whole mission for a mental defective dressed as a court jester?”

“She’s got better style than you do,” Nyx snapped.

“You wear a toilet seat on your head,” DuBois pointed out.

“It’s not a toilet seat, it's a beacon of freedom--!”

“We don’t leave one of our own behind,” Rick told them sharply.

“You’re okay with this?” Peacemaker’s tone was incredulous as he looked to DuBois for aid.

Bloodsport shrugged, “No, but I’ve been around Flag when he’s got a rag in his mouth. Best not to tug it.”

“Bad idea,” Peacemaker slapped his thighs, “Bad, bad idea.”

"A bad idea was bringing you along, Dickeater, now shut up before I make you shut up.”

Whoa. Rick’s eyebrows shot up, "Nyx, no infighting. Knock it off," Rick's voice was low but firm with authority.

"He's-- he's got bad vibes about him," Nyx's words slurred, "I-I just don't like him."

"No one does," DuBois told her, patting the very quiet Peacemaker on the shoulder, "Everyone try to get some rest before we get to town. It's going to be a while."

The rest of the team hunkered down in their seats, leaning against their respective windows or leaning forward with their heads against the seat ahead of them. Cleo snuggled into Nanaue's side, and Peacemaker went as far as laying completely flat on his back, his thick, splayed legs hanging in the aisle.

Rick reached over and tugged Nyx across the bench seat they were seated on, sliding her into his side, "What’s up between you and Peacemaker?" His voice was quiet, muffled against the hair at her temple.

She ducked away from him a little, tucking her head under his chin, "I've been with him a bit longer than you have. I just… can't explain it but I don't like him. He makes me uneasy."

Rick's thumb started rubbing circles in her hip, "So many trust issues."

"I have my reasonings," she yawned up at him, "Secret reasonings."

"Oh, I'm sure you do," he whispered, grabbing her chin with his free hand so he could look her in the eye. The dim moonlight through the window made her eyes seem almost black, "Extra secret reasonings, huh?"

Nyx leaned closer, staring at his mouth instead of his eyes, "Top secret."

[princessmisery666]

Hot as hell - the keeping score line

🤤 so damn good 😊

Storeroom Talk (Rick Flag x Reader)

Pairing(s): (Rick Flag x fem!Reader)

Characters: Rick Flag, Mentions of Amanda Waller, Blackguard, Digger Harkness. 

Rating: M; Smut (Oral, masturbation)

Word Count: 2K+

Warning(s): Smut, language, guns.

Summary: Pre-Suicide Squad (2021) Fem!Reader and Rick Flag get stuck in a very small supply closet together; things happen.

A/N: Wtf this was supposed to be like 800 words. I haven’t written smut in about five years tbh so forgive this lmao

Keep reading

[starsinmylatte]

We’re seeing the vision here right

[sweetfictionalworld]

Sweet Home

Pairing: Rick Flag SR x Female Reader

Summary: Rick comes home after a long mission and makes up for lost times.

Warnings: Nsfw, Smut.

"Fuck, I've missed you so much," Rick growled against your neck as he nipped on your exposed skin and grabbed a handful of your ass. You moaned and grabbed the back of his head, tilting your neck to give him more access. Rick had been on you the second he entered the apartment, his gaze feral as he saw you in your black negligée.

"I've missed you too," you replied through jagged breaths, giggled when he lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his hips. Teasingly, you bucked your clothed pussy against the large bulge beneath his cargo pants.

"You little tease," Rick grumbled and dug his fingers into the soft flesh of your ass, giving you a firm slap before dropping you down on the bed. You smirked up at him as he pulled his long sleeved t-shirt over his head. You bit down on your lip as your gaze traveled down his muscular chest and prominent abs. You'd never get used to how freaking good looking this man was. You stood up on your knees, pulling your negligée up over your head and dropping it to the floor, leaving you in nothing but your tiny tanga briefs. Rick smirked and started unbuttoning his pants.

The rest of your clothes were quickly discarded, both of you eager to feel the warmness of each other's bodies after being apart for months. Rick smirked at you as he pushed your legs apart, his soft beard tickling your inner thighs as he opened you up, licking along your inner lips. That first touch of his tongue sent sparks throughout your body and you moaned, your body jerking at the contact. Rick explored your pussy, running his tongue up and down, slowly and deliberately, leaving out the most sensitive parts.

Arousal kept building up in your core, your pussy clenching with need to be filled and satisfied. But Rick was going to take his sweet time tasting you.

Rick sucked your inner folds between his lips, tugging at them, teasing you slowly while working his way towards your clit. You grabbed his head, burying your fingers in his white hair begging him for more. But just when he was almost at your clit, he worked his way back again and you let out a desperate whine.

"Fuck, Rick, please...," you mewled, bucking your hips against him as his tongue swirled around the entrance of your pussy.

"You want to come?" he asked in a teasing tone and smirked up at you.

Glaring down, you met his amused gaze and bit your lip as you nodded, your pussy clenching as that handsome face of his smiled up at you. Rick chuckled and lowered his head, sucking your clit into his mouth and massaging it with his lips, rolling it gently, teasingly.

"Oh, yes!" you gasped and bucked your hips against him. Rick grabbed your waist and held you down as your squirming became more urgent. You puffed in frustration but knew he was too strong for you to do anything about it.

He circled the entrance in small, swirling motions, licking the juices leaking from it. Then, without warning, he pushed his tongue in as deeply as possible. You moaned, a combination of relief and anticipation of the coming pleasure. The low moans escaping from your throat spurred him on. He pulled away and licked his way up to your clit, closing his lips over it. You could feel his tongue swirl around in slow circles, with an occasional flick that caused your body to jerk at every time. It was becoming too much, every touch overwhelming your senses.

"Please, I can't take any more...," you whined with tears in your eyes. Rick's only response was to begin sucking your clit to push you over the edge. Your body tensed and your moans became louder, pleasure washing over you as you came against his mouth. Your orgasm was slowly subsiding when you felt Rick spreading you open and pushing two fingers inside you.

Rick looked up at you and met your lustful gaze as he turned his fingers upward with the thick pads towards your belly. Soon he found your g-spot and started to put pressure against it in circular motions, a smirk spreading on his lips as that spongy flesh began to swell.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!!!" you cried out as you came again, your pussy clenching around his fingers buried deep inside your pussy. You barely had time recover before Rick pushed inside you, all of his thick cock filling you up completely.

"Oh, fuck!" you gasped and grabbed his arms as his cock made your body quiver.

Rick groaned and pushed your legs up to your chest, his eyes feral as he started pounding into you at a ruthless pace that took you to your third orgasm within seconds. Rick continued to fuck you through your climax, his grunts filling the air, growing more erratic with each thrust.

"Fuck, I love how damn tight your pussy is," Rick mumbled as your squishy walls tightened around him. He clenched his jaw as he came, his gaze never leaving yours as he filled your womb with his seed. Leaning down, he caught your lips with his, kissing you softly as his cock continued to twitch inside you. You sighed contently against his lips and ran your fingers up his broad back.

"I love you, y/n," Rick whispered as he broke away from the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours.

"I love you too," you whispered back and looked deep into his eyes with a satisfied smile on your lips.

[starrydali]

hii i got a request for a luke castellan fic🤭

so i thought of it the other day.. what if its during a capture the flag game but reader and luke get carried away with yk.. making out or smth and they get caught !

do what you want with it, i just thought it could be cute😊

Friends With Benefits - Luke Castellan

∘°∘♡∘° Stoppp I love this so much♡

✧˖*°࿐*✧.┊You and Luke have always been close friends, but lately, things have been a little… complicated. You're not quite dating, but you're not just friends either. Stolen kisses here and there, moments where the line between friendship and something more starts to blur. ✧. ┊

The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. You were supposed to be patrolling—Luke was supposed to be patrolling—but instead, you were backed against the rough bark of a tree, his lips brushing against yours in a way that sent your thoughts spiraling into chaos.

“Luke,” you mumbled between kisses, though you made no effort to stop him. “We’re going to get caught.”

He pulled back slightly, his face so close that his breath warmed your skin. His smirk was maddeningly cocky, the kind that made you simultaneously want to shove him and kiss him again. “Relax,” he said, his voice low and full of amusement. “You worry too much.”

“You don’t worry enough,” you shot back, your hands resting awkwardly on his chest, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

Luke just chuckled, leaning in again, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth before moving to trail down your jaw. “It’s adorable how you think anyone’s paying attention to us right now.”

You were about to retort when—

“Luke Castellan.”

The sharp voice cut through the quiet of the woods like a blade. Your head snapped toward the source of the sound, and your stomach dropped. Annabeth.

She stood a few feet away, arms crossed and a look of utter disbelief etched on her face. For once, her calculating gaze wasn’t directed at some strategic move in Capture the Flag—it was pinned squarely on the two of you.

“Oh gods,” you muttered under your breath, stepping away from Luke so fast you nearly tripped over a root.

Luke, on the other hand, didn’t seem the least bit fazed. He leaned casually against the tree, his arms crossed over his chest, and gave Annabeth his most infuriating grin. “Hey, Annabeth,” he said, as if she’d just caught him skipping chores and not...well, this.

“‘Hey, Annabeth?’” she repeated, her voice rising slightly. Her eyes flicked between you and Luke, her expression a mix of shock, confusion, and something that looked suspiciously like secondhand embarrassment. “What the hell was that?”

You opened your mouth to explain—or maybe apologize—but no sound came out. Your face was burning so hot you were sure it could rival Apollo’s chariot.

“We were just...uh...” Luke began, his grin widening as he glanced at you.

“Don’t,” Annabeth interrupted, holding up a hand. “Don’t even try to explain.”

Luke shrugged, clearly enjoying himself. “Alright, if you insist.”

“Luke!” you hissed, swatting his arm.

“What?” he said, feigning innocence. “I’m not lying. She told me not to explain.”

Annabeth groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I cannot believe this. You two are supposed to be best friends.”

“We are,” Luke said, the casual tone in his voice almost convincing.

“Best friends don’t...” Annabeth gestured vaguely between the two of you, clearly at a loss for words.

You wanted to sink into the ground and disappear forever. “This isn’t—it’s not—”

“Not what it looked like?” Annabeth supplied, raising an eyebrow.

You nodded furiously, though you weren’t entirely sure what you were agreeing to.

Luke, ever the opportunist, slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. “Come on, Annabeth,” he said, his tone light and teasing. “Can’t two best friends share a kiss now and then without it being a big deal?”

“No!” Annabeth snapped, her face incredulous. “No, they can’t!”

“Well,” Luke said, his smirk practically glowing in the dark, “guess we missed the memo.”

Annabeth threw her hands up in frustration. “You’re both unbelievable.” She turned on her heel and stalked back toward the creek, muttering something about idiocy and never being able to unsee things.

As soon as she was out of earshot, you turned to Luke, your jaw dropping. “What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” he said, his expression far too pleased with himself. “That went better than I expected.”

“Better?” you repeated, your voice a mix of disbelief and mortification. “She’s never going to let us live this down.”

“Probably not,” Luke agreed, his grin softening into something almost fond as he looked at you. “But hey, at least now you know what you're dealing with.”

“And what exactly am dealing with?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

Luke’s gaze flicked briefly to your lips before meeting your eyes again. “A best friend who doesn’t play by the rules.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, here you are,” he teased, leaning in just enough that your noses brushed.

You shoved him lightly, though the smile tugging at your lips was impossible to hide. “Come on,” you said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him in the direction of the creek. “Let’s actually do our job before we get caught again.”

“Whatever you say, best friend,” he said, his laughter echoing through the trees as he followed you.

✧. ┊ Send requests! :)

[truedove]

stress relief

word count - 1,581

content warning - smut (minors dni), f!reader insert, somnophilia, established relationship, oral (f recieving), unprotected piv, dubious consent, a smidge of plot

synopsis - after a long day at work, he comes home to find you fast asleep. honestly, how could he possibly resist?

a heavy sigh escapes his lips, tense shoulders slumping in stark relief. he tosses his keys into the ceramic dish by the door - a gift from you - and kicks off his shoes, wincing as they skid across the linoleum. it's pitch black, save for the faint glow of the nightlight you left on for him and the apartment is dead silent aside from the soft hum of the refrigerator, the gentle ticking of the grandfather clock in the living room.

the warm air carries with it the faint scent of something delicious smelling and his stomach rumbles in response, reminding him that he hasn't eaten since this morning. you must have cooked dinner, and he feels a horrible pang of guilt for making you eat alone.

work has been…difficult lately, and he's been neglecting his personal life as a result. neglecting you.

his mind has been awhirl with thoughts of deadlines and spreadsheets and meetings, and it's a great fucking relief to finally be home.

he really should just hop in the shower, wash off the day's grime and stress. but the desperate urge to see you, the need to feel your touch and warmth, is too great.

silently, he pads across the hardwood floor, anticipation building with every step. you're most likely asleep - it's well past midnight, after all - but even just a glimpse of your pretty face would be enough to make him feel better, to wash away the impression of irksome employees and cold, pitiless bureaucracy.

he reaches the bedroom, the familiar scents of fabric softener and your body wash overwhelming his senses in a way he revels in. moonlight spills through the gauzy curtains, casting a pale glow across the bed, illuminating the tousled covers and pillows. a familiar shaped lump is visible beneath the duvet and he carefully makes his way over, kneeling beside the bed.

tentatively, he brushes aside a strand of hair from your cheek, feeling the softness of your skin beneath his coarse fingertips. your features are relaxed in sleep, your lips slightly parted and your breathing steady and deep. the moonlight plays across your face, casting shadows that dance across your cheeks and nose, emphasizing the delicate curve of your jawline and the arch of your brow.

drool has gathered at the corner of your mouth and he feels choked with fondness. he thumbs it away gently, marveling at the way your lips part just a fraction more at the touch.

leaning in, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, then another to your closed eyelid. you stir, but don't wake. another kiss, this one at the corner of your mouth, and you sigh softly, brows wrinkling in confusion. each kiss he presses against your skin is an apology, a promise, a plea for forgiveness. god knows how you put up with his constant late hours, but you always do; with a smile on your lovely face.

he trails his kisses down your jaw, pausing to suckle at the delicate skin below your ear. you sigh, mumbling something incoherent before you nestle closer, your body pressing against his kneeled form, subconsciously seeking his presence and warmth. he smiles against your skin and continues his slow journey, pausing to plant a series of tender kisses over the swell of your breasts.

you're so pretty like this, he thinks, trailing his fingers over your ribcage, feeling the warmth of your skin through the thin fabric of your - his - shirt. he's hard, so hard it's starting to ache, and he feels a surge of guilt, like some unwanted intruder has barged in on a private moment. he should stop, should leave you to your rest, hop in the shower and try to cool down.

but you're so sweet though, pliant and trusting beneath his touch, that he can't bring himself to pull away.

he nuzzles his face into the valley between your breasts, breathing in the sweet, familiar scent of your skin. his hands wander lower and slip beneath the fabric of your shirt, tracing the curve of your hipbone and the soft skin of your belly. he makes his way lower still, joining you on the bed and positioning himself between your legs.

as he parts your thighs, his mouth waters as he takes in the single scrap of fabric separating him from your cunt. the heat radiating from between your legs is almost overwhelming, and he groans lowly. he mouths at the damp fabric, tasting the sweetness that is you, and then he's pulling it down, baring you to him and the cool air of the bedroom.

not one to waste time; he presses his mouth against you, feeling the velvety softness of your cunt against his tongue. he'll never get over how good you taste.

he starts by licking, long, slow strokes that dip into your folds, lapping at your clit and sucking gently on the sensitive bundle of nerves. you whimper, still blissfully unaware, and he presses closer, hands cupping your hips to hold you steady as he works his tongue in deep, feeling you quiver and shudder beneath his touch. your thigh tremble, your hips arch, and he feels the slick heat of your desire coat his mouth.

he presses a finger inside, slowly at first, feeling the tightness of your entrance as he pushes deeper, curling his finger against the sensitive wall of your cunt. you whine, your hips arching of their own accord as you writhe beneath him, seeking more. he adds another finger, stretching you out and fucking you with his hand as he continues to lick and suck at your clit.

he can feel the way your body starts to tense, the way your muscles clench around his fingers and he grins.

you flood his mouth, your warmth and taste filling him up as you finally give in to the pleasure he gives you. your previously soft noises pitch higher before you cry out and your body draws tight. he helps you through it, feeling your pulsing cunt milking his fingers, sucking at your clit until you've finally gone limp.

this is where he should stop, where he should pull back and give you the space you need, but he's greedy, selfish. he can't bring himself to let you go just yet. so he pulls his fingers free from your slick heat - sucking the digits into his mouth just to taste more of you - and he kisses his way up your body, positioning himself between your plush thighs.

he unbuckles his work pants and pushes them down, freeing his aching cock. he doesn't put it in just yet, instead using it to tease and torment you as he kisses along your jaw, your neck, the slope of your shoulder. you arch into his touch, whimpering softly, and he knows you want it, want him inside you. fuck, you were just the sweetest thing, weren't you? all soft and warm and wet. just for him.

he pulls back, just enough to look down at your serene face, watch your closed lids flutter as he pushes his cock against your entrance. relaxed with sleep as you are, it barely takes any prodding before he feels you opening for him and he groans, thrusting forward slowly, feeling himself sink into the warmth of your body. you moan softly, stirring beneath him and he presses deeper, feeling you stretch to accommodate him. you're so perfect and he wants to bury himself in you, fuse your body to his until he can't tell where he ends and you begin.

tangling his fingers in your hair, he pulls gently as he fucks you in earnest, though he makes sure to not jostle you too much. you deserve your beauty sleep, after all.

"fuck, fuck." he groans when he feels you tighten around him as you come once again, this time with him buried deep inside. he can feel the walls of your cunt sucking at his cock as you ride out the wave of pleasure. your face scrunches and your hands feebly grasp at his forearms, consciousness beginning to seep back into you as you come down from your high. nuzzling his face into your neck, he feels himself start to lose control, the tightness of your cunt and the softness of your skin driving him wild. he begins to move faster, thrusting deeper, his hips slamming into yours in rhythm with the wild beat of his heart.

stars dance behind his eyes as he begins to come and he swears he blacks out for a second, just a second, but it feels like forever before he can focus again. sound and sensations come back to him in a rush. your breath is ragged against his neck and when he peaks over at you, your eyes are half-open, your lips parted, your gaze unfocused. shit, he really didn't want to wake you.

switching your positions, he now lays flat on his back with you splayed on his chest, your legs straddling his hips and his cock still firmly lodged inside you. he barely even remembers his shitty day now, doesn't even have the brain power to think about it. all he can focus on is you.

"go back to sleep." he murmurs against your temple when you stir, pressing a kiss to the tender skin. "i've got you."

you sigh, relaxing against him, and he smiles. what a dreamy, contented sound that is.

[magicalqueennightmare]

Always Us

(Always having to use a Takeshi gif cause they're ain't enough Rick ones)

Rick Flag X Reader

You and Rick have been best friends through so much but will an undercover mission change everything?

Warnings: normal suicide squad level of violence, cursing, NSFW happenings

It was a rare occasion that the suicide squad was called in to answer to anyone other than Waller on a mission. She was a greedy bitch and hated sharing her toys and loved everyone knowing that the squad was her attack dogs and hers only. The only exception was when she wanted to look good, make bigger connections so here you and Rick stood in a room filled with FBI agents, DEA agents and numerous other agencies from other countries and every single one of them had their eyes on the two of you.

There was a big time smuggler by the name of Ezekiel Morrison. Drugs, people...didn't matter. He was in the business for them. No one had managed to get close enough so far. Everyone who'd gotten close had ended up dead. That was where the idea to use the squad had come into the play, have a task that seems like a suicide mission? Who better to use? Besides the moment they mentioned that the last "shipment" of his that had been intercepted had been teenaged girls you and Rick hadn't hesitated to say you were in.

You listened as the agent in charge went over the floor plan for Morrison's club where the meet would go down. The working plan was Rick would go in as a buyer and Floyd as his business partner, you and Harley unfortunately had to play arm candy. All you had to really do was get close enough to the asshole long enough that the handy little device laying in the center of the table could clone his phone.

That would give you access to every account, password, location of his warehouses and holding units. "Lucky for us, he has a type" Waller spoke from her spot to your right and you raised an eyebrow "Underaged girls?" she shook her head "He sells them but doesn't touch that product. No he has a particular taste" the way her eyes were trailing over you made a pit form in the base of your stomach. She'd looked at Rick and June the same way when she'd figured out that the two of them had developed feelings for each other. You'd wanted to kill her for the pain that had caused Rick when he and June split even if that was years ago now.

"Let me guess..my hair color, body type and build?" she smiled brightly which was beyond creepy considering "and smart to boot, look at that" She opened a folder and laid out a stack of photos on the table. Every woman could've been your sister or at the very least a cousin given the similarities in looks. You felt a shiver run down your spine when you realized there were three photos of each woman. One was a driver's license or I.D. of some sort, one was a photo of them with Morrison and the last was a crime scene photo of their deaths.

"Rick is the lead agent on this but you're running point on getting his phone cloned. The device will be planted on you. It's up to you to get it done" you could feel so many eyes in the room on you and became acutely aware of how few women were in the room. You couldn't back down for a magnitude of reasons. One set of eyes in particular drew your gaze to them, the hazel hue of your best friend from where he stood with his arms crossed, listening to Waller and from the way the crease between his eyebrows was deepening, not liking a single word she was saying.

He started to open his mouth, no doubt to protest but you gave a subtle shake of your head. If he said something..Waller wouldn't let it go unpunished, not to mention there was no other agent here that matched the description of his type and you hated the idea of some rookie getting plucked to get sent into the lion's den and this benefited Floyd, Harley and the usual suspects of the squad along with you and Rick if it went well not to mention the potential victims you were saving.

You knew with Rick, Harley and Floyd at your back you'd be safe enough. "Then let's get on with it ma'am" You spoke, meeting her eyes with a smile that was nowhere near friendly. She nodded then turned to face the room "Colonel Flag and his second in command will get this done. They're the best there is" you cut your eyes at Rick and knew he was thinking the same thing you were just from the look you shared. Normally she talked about the two of you like you were well trained junkyard dogs at best. He tilted his head with the barest hint of a smile before turning his attention back to the room.

The plan would be set for when and where along with personas for everyone being laid in place then all that would be left would be to play the part and rip the asshole to shreds. You knew Harley would enjoy the undercover part, Floyd was a smooth talker and Rick was trained for this shit. You could handle your part. The facts at hand left you no choice but to handle it.

"Are you sure you're up to this?" Rick asked as he sat down next to you where you were currently curled up on his couch going over the files on Morrison again. The two of you along with Harley and Floyd would be flying out bright and early to meet up with the other agents working this joint op. That meant you'd spent the better part of the day with Harley and Floyd going over their personas. You cut your eyes up at him and you knew from the way his smile dropped you'd unintentionally glared at him "I'm not doubting your abilities sweetheart. I know you can handle this but Waller is waving you around like bait on a fucking hook. I goddamn hate it, I hated this guy before seeing those photos. After that? It's gonna take a lot for me to be civil"

You grabbed over your heart playfully "Oh Rick I didn't know you cared!" and fell over against his shoulder with a laugh. He shook his head and wrapped an arm around your shoulders "Bullshit on you not knowing I cared. You're my best friend, have been since before any of this shit ever fell into our laps" you laughed again "But damn isn't life so much more interesting than when you were just a grunt and me training to be a medic?"

He shook his head and reached for the file still in your hand before tossing it onto his coffee table "Enough of this asshole. Let's finish this movie we've been watching for the last two weeks so we can get some sleep" You had a habit of staying at each other's place the night before missions, especially ones like this. That was why Rick had picked out your couch and you his. Had to make sure your beds were comfortable.You turned to lean into the pile of pillows you had on the arm rest of the couch and Rick watched you with a raised eyebrow "What are you doing you fuckin gremlin?"

You shrugged "Getting comfortable. I always fall asleep before you and end up getting tossed around like a sack of potatoes so you can go to bed but.." you put your feet in his lap and tossed a blanket over your legs and his lap before continuing "this way maybe I don't end up feeling like a ragdoll when you want to go to bed you fuckin giant" he shrugged "Ain't my fault you're short. You never let that stop you on a mission. Hell you and Harley get twice the kill count of most of the guys" you winked at him "Never underestimate feminine rage"

This was the definition of your relationship with Rick. The two of you had met way back when and had hit it off, he needed chaos and you needed grounding and that's what you bought to each other. You met in the middle most days and when you did argue it normally never lasted long because you needed each other too much to stay mad. He was the one person you always counted on to be in your corner. You trusted him with your life and he trusted you with his.

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When you'd started seeing GQ it had been a little bit of a blow up. Something along the lines of "You can't seriously date one of my men!" but when Waller had launched the idea of the squad and drew your card for their combat medic he couldn't say too much considering you were both then "his men" he'd just given his blessing when he met June. The speed at which he'd fallen for her had made your head spin but if that was what made him happy you'd been happy for him but Midway city had blown a hole in your life in more than one way.

After losing GQ and the squad becoming a concrete thing you threw yourself into work while Rick threw himself into the relationship with June. There was one thing while you were with GQ you'd never done and that was ignore Rick. Hell you'd had more than one relationship implode due to the six foot two man sitting next to you, because you refused to lose him. He'd been there for you during some of the worst years of your life. Unfortunately it had seemed he hadn't felt the same.

For weeks the only time you'd seen or spoke to Rick was over briefings. You hadn't pushed. He'd said he loved June. You'd seen it in how hard he fought for her so you concentrated on training the squad, on training yourself more,traveled with Katana a while, even going back and forth between D.C. and Louisiana on errands for Waller. Anything to not sit still.

The startling realization that your feelings had somehow sank so much deeper than you'd ever intended snuck up on you. You'd been in D.C. when he texted you asking where you were. A part of you wanted to ignore it but it was Rick. Your heart could only take so much distance from him. Waller was making you want to smash your head against a wall, Katana was depressing at best most times and the squad...well Croc was the best behaved currently. When you'd told him you were in D.C. He'd asked when you'd be back in Louisiana so you'd told him and he asked if the two of you could have a movie night "like old times"

You hadn't meant to be snarky but before you thought about it you'd typed out "Are you sure June would be cool with you coming to my place?" "No but we're not together anymore" your heart broke for him in that moment. No matter how you'd felt about June or the entire situation you hated knowing Rick was hurting. You texted back to tell him you'd see him when you got home.

That night when he'd come over it was like any other night in a lot of ways but he'd been quiet until you pushed. "Rick, not that I'm not happy to see you outside of Belle Reeve or D.C. but you haven't said anything outside of hey and asking how I've been. Are you ok?" you'd turned on your couch to face him, drawing a leg up underneath you. He stared down at his hands as he spoke "I've been a really shitty best friend to you. I don't think you loved G not yet anyways but I know you cared about him and goddamn deadshot comforted you more than I did. Midway City was hard as hell and I left you high and fuckin dry after it. You've been running errands for Waller, been traveling with Katana and training the squad" "So just a recap of the last few months?" you teased before he raised his eyes and you saw the actual pain there "Oh Rick, I'm kidding"

You moved to pull him into a hug and he wrapped his larger frame around you, burying his face in your shoulder. "I know June isn't used to any of the crazy shit we are. She was possessed by an ancient meta.Thats huge and hard as hell! I was just trying to help so you had more time to help her adjust" "I fuckin left you" it was muffled but you caught his words. You had to put most of your strength into it to push him back to look him in the face as you said "I'm a big girl Rick. I can handle a few weeks. You don't have to put your life on hold to still be my best friend"

You couldn't stand seeing him in any pain, especially mental. You couldn't even attempt to fix that. He raised a hand and brushed your hair back "It's always been us" you felt your heart flip at his words but knew he meant it platonically which was fine, you loved Rick in every way there was to love a man. The recent distance from him had forced you to realize that. You covered his hand with yours "Nothing will change that Rick. You loved June. It's normal to bury yourself in a new relationship, especially when your girl has trauma like she did. Now what happened"

He ducked his eyes before laughing lightly "She wanted me to quit the army, get a job in North Carolina where she's from" your heart crumbled at the idea of losing him but if that's what made him happy "Do you love the army or her more?" he shrugged "Doesn't matter because she also told me I had to cut ties with you. That was the deal breaker. You're my best friend. I'm not losing you"

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You were drawn back to the present by Rick's hand squeezing your ankle lightly. When you flicked your eyes to him he smirked "Dozing off on me already?" you grinned "Maybe? Tomorrow is a whole new type of fucked up, even for us" he nodded then lifted your legs long enough to stand up before gently placing them back on the couch "Get some sleep. I'll wake you up when my alarm goes off then we'll head to meet transport"

You watched him walk across the floor to his bedroom, he was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and nothing else but you couldn't exactly say anything considering you were wearing one of his old shirts and a pair of his boxers because you'd forgotten to pack something to sleep in from your apartment. The ink on his biceps drew your eyes when he turned to look back at you and grinned when he saw you were already looking at him "We'll get it done like we always do. Those photos just threw me off a little" you laughed lightly "They didn't look like you" he nodded "True. Goodnight Y/N" "Night Rick"

The bedroom door closed so you rolled over to face the back of the couch and hoped sleep would come soon.

You were glad you never got roped into undercover work,wrangling a team of maniacs from Belle Reeve was easy compared to this. Wardrobe had been insane to say the least. The guys had the easy part, nice tailored suits and a shave for Floyd and they were good to go. You and Harley on the other hand, the two of you had to go through literal hair and makeup. After that you'd tried on several different outfits, damn near growling at a few of the choices because the vest you normally wore on missions would've covered more. You'd even been forced to wear a different style of bra and panties than you'd packed.

Eventually the choice was made with Harley deciding on a spaghetti strap dress that was gold with a plunging neckline and heels that hurt your feet just from looking at them. Your dress for the evening was black with sleeves that skimmed your arms, hiding the scar on your shoulder from a bullet a few years back. Where the sleeves should've cut down on the sexy factor the neckline made up for it considering it dipped down to mid sternum and hugged your body in all the right places. Harley, bless her for feeding into your comfort zone as much as possible, found a pair of knee high, heeled boots that went along with the dress beautifully.

You did a little spin for her and the two agents that had been helping the two of you get prepared. "Ya look delicious babe. No way is he not taking the bait" Agent O'Rourke who was probably a year or two older than you gave you a smile before leaning down to your left boot. You were about to question what she was doing until you felt a sheath slip into your boot and hook into the side of it. When she straightened up she winked at you before saying "It's a ceramic blade, even if they wand you it won't go off" An understanding look passed between the two of you before you nodded slowly "Thank you"

She tapped the com in her ear, listening to one of the other agents before looking back to you and Harley "Let's get you two mic'd up then we'll go meet the men of your team. A driver will take you to Morrison's club for the meet"

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You followed Harley and Agent O'Rourke out into the hall. Rick and Floyd were just waiting for the two of you. Your nerves were through the roof but that was normal for a mission, right? Besides, you'd feel better once Rick was at your side. You always did.

You were trying to not pick at your outfit, you stopped short when you heard the unmistakable sound of Floyd whistle. You cut your eyes up to see him and Rick standing with a few agents. He gave you and Harley both an appreciative once over before raising an eyebrow "You two out here looking like full course meals and I don't get a single damn taste...really gonna do me like that?"

You laughed, feeling the nerves fade a bit. Leave it up to your squad to cut jokes before undertaking something like this. "Easy deadshot, Harley is your girl for the night" Rick warned and for just a second you could've sworn he sounded jealous but he was probably just feeding into the personas set out. You turned your eyes towards him, trying and failing to not let your eyes linger on just how perfectly that suit hugged his shoulders. You felt a blush warm your face when he gave you a once over, his eyes following the neckline of your dress before he swallowed thickly and muttered "I fuckin hate Waller" you couldn't help the small laugh that escaped you.

He held a hand out so you took it and he pulled you into his side "Ready to do this Allison?" That was the name of your persona, the long term girlfriend to Rick's persona Jonathan Kenzie. When Waller had told you that you wouldn't just be playing arm candy but someone Rick's persona was actually supposed to be committed to you'd nearly flipped the damn table on her but it was too late to back out. "Ready as ever Jon" You replied, brushing a stray piece of hair back from his forehead.

Floyd's persona was Anthony Colton, Jon's business partner. Harley was Alexia Long, Anthony's most recent fling. You turned your attention from Rick to Harley and held your hand out "C'mon Alexia" She smiled and grabbed your hand. Rick held your gaze as he addressed the room "We get in, we get what we need then we get the hell out. Everyone goes home in one piece after we tear this mother fucker's entire enterprise down around him" Floyd slapped Rick on the shoulder and laughed "I'll be damned! You finally learned how to give a fuckin pep talk"

The heat from the club hit you the moment you stepped inside, whether it was from the heat of the lights or the amount of bodies shoved into the small space you weren't sure. You swallowed hard, without thinking your hand shot out for Rick's. He laced his fingers into yours and gently rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand. You felt the tension in your shoulders loosen at the touch. You could handle this. You'd handled a lot worse than one psycho.

Rick led your small group through the club, avoiding the overcrowded dance floor and heading for the V.I.P. section where a booth was reserved. Morrison had told "Jon" he wanted to meet in public to get a feel for each other before moving the meeting to his office. You knew the play was probably to get surveillance photos of all of you and run them to ensure you were who you said you were but considering the agencies behind you on this you were confident on that end.

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Rick's hand never left yours, even as he took a seat at the booth before pulling you down into his lap. Floyd sat across from Rick, pulling Harley down into his lap as well. The four of you were supposed to look like couples so you had to play the part because you knew from the moment you stepped into the club Morrison already had eyes on you. Harley and Floyd had no issue with falling right into flirting and even suggestively touching each other. To anyone else it looked like they were completely oblivious but you knew if you asked, Floyd could tell you what color the third person to the right of the Dj booth's shirt was and Harley could probably psychoanalyze someone from their body language where she sat with her face in the bend of Floyd's neck whispering something to him.

Rick's hand slid up into the hair at the base of your neck,nails lightly scraping your scalp and it took every ounce of self control you had to not let a soft moan escape you at the feelings that small touch evoked.He pulled you back against his chest, careful of how short your dress was before pressing his mouth to the shell of your ear and speaking barely above a whisper so the coms wouldn't pick it up "Sweetheart you've got to loosen up and act like you want me. We're supposed to have been together for eight years" You couldn't even attempt to hide the shiver that ran down your spine and he chuckled lightly. Nothing on earth would have prepared you though for Rick to gently graze his teeth across your neck right over the pulse point. "Oh fuck" you gasped, feeling heat roll through you as he shifted under you "Atta girl"

What the fuck was he doing? More importantly how the fuck was he making you fall apart with so little actions? Damn you were in the middle of a mission and those nerves you were feeling just moments before were long forgotten, replaced by the feeling of Rick's lips on your skin as he kissed the spot right behind your ear that made your legs tremble. You felt your body react to his touch even more and had to bite down on the inside of your cheek to keep from leaning into him even further.

You turned to look over your shoulder at him and he gave you the slightest of smiles before mouthing the word "Relax" about the time the feeling of eyes on you grew stronger and you had to fight the urge to not clock the bodyguard standing about four feet from where all of you sat. There were a few more posted around the club and if you were right from their formation it meant Morrison's office was behind the stage, near the very back of the building but at least it was on the base floor. You didn't feel like going out of a window wearing those boots.

You sucked in a breath of air, smoke and an abundance of different colognes and perfumes assaulted your senses but it still managed to ground you. Rick was playing a part. He was a trained soldier. This was nothing more than another mission, a different type of firefight.

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You cut your eyes over at Harley and Floyd as Floyd struck up a conversation with Rick about their "Most recent trades" Harley was comfortably wrapped around Floyd, her eyes lazily flickering around the club. When her gaze met yours they shifted to Rick then back to you before she raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"How long is the damn background on us gonna take?" You spoke low enough only they could hear you and O'Rourke's voice in your ear nearly made you jump off Rick's lap when she responded "Few more minutes. He's gone through Floyd and Harley. He's currently working on you and Rick"

A bodyguard near the stage looked toward your group so Rick slipped an arm around your waist, effectively locking you in place against him as his fingers trailed down your side "Always so damn impatient Allie. Enjoy a night out" Floyd waved a waitress down and ordered drinks when Rick gave him a nod.

"That one has always been a live wire Jon" Floyd spoke with a look towards Rick that felt a lot more loaded than it should've been. You shook your head and let a laugh fall from your lips "Easy Anthony. I've known you for how long now? I could tell Alexia some stories"

Harley perked up at the chance to play her part and honest to God giggled "Oh please do!" She looked past you to Rick "If I can manage to get you out of Jon's grasp I may have to drag you onto the dance floor with me so we get a little one on one time"

Rick looked up at you from where he was propped back against the seat with an arm up like he owned the entire place "Allie, you wanna go dance baby?" You looked towards Harley then pulled your bottom lip between your teeth for a second before nodding "Yeah" he smiled and leaned up to place a kiss on your neck, right along your jawline before saying "Go have fun baby. Just stay where I can see if any asshole tries to put his hands on you is all I ask"

That was Rick reminding you and Harley to stay where him and Floyd could back you up if need be. You nodded and placed a kiss on his neck, feeling his pulse under your lips and felt a little thrill at how much faster it was than normal "I promise love"

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Rick and Floyd watched you and Harley head to the dance floor. Rick's eyes never leave you even as the music started and Harley eased you into dancing, a broad grin on her face.

"She has you wrapped around her little finger doesn't she?" Floyd asked him and Rick was thrown off for a second because he wasn't sure if it was Floyd asking him or Anthony asking Jon or Floyd using the excuse of Anthony to be nosy and not get his head knocked off.

Rick turned his eyes back to you and couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face when you winked at him. That reaction was all Rick, no Jon required. "More than she knows" he answered without thinking and Floyd chuckled lightly.

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You were enjoying yourself actually. Harley was her usual wildness but you were used to it and her mood helped yours. The two of you had probably danced for two songs when you felt someone touch your back.

You knew Rick's touch well enough to know it wasn't him. You turned around to be face to face with Ezekiel Morrison. "Showtime" O'Rourke spoke over the coms and you could feel Rick's gaze even before you cut your eyes over at him and Floyd.

You'd seen Rick ecstatic, horrified, downright depressed and if someone had asked you before that moment you would've said you'd seen him angry but the look in his eyes made a shiver run down your spine of an entirely different kind and you knew for a fact he'd never hurt you. He looked enraged at the fact that Morrison had touched you even if that was the plan. You gave him a small smile, hoping that would calm him before turning your attention to the man in front of you.

"Excuse me?" You asked, making your voice sound as innocent as possible. Ezekiel would've been a decent looking man had you not known what he'd done. He was about an inch or two shorter than Rick, nice build and light brown hair with straight, extremely white teeth. "I'm sorry to interrupt you and your friend but I couldn't forgive myself if I didn't ask for a dance"

You forced a bashful laugh "Oh my. Well um I'm here with my boyfriend" you pointed towards Rick who had to school his features when Morrison smiled even broader "You're Mr Kenzie's significant other? My my he does have fine taste indeed. I'm sure he wouldn't mind one dance"

Yeah, you'd need four showers after this. You looked from him over to Rick, making sure to pull the whole doe eye act before nodding "You're right. One dance won't hurt"

Harley smiled "I'm gonna head over to Anthony" Morrison didn't take his eyes off you to acknowledge her. Yeah he was basically a serial killer on top of everything else and Waller had laid you on a silver platter.

You took Morrison's hand and allowed him to pull you back out onto the dance floor, focusing your mind on how Rick's touch had felt, on the teenaged girls this mother fucker trafficked, on anything but how oily his hand felt and how his eyes were glued to the flesh your dress showed "So miss..." "Allison..Allison Gore" he nodded "Allison. How did you meet Jon?"

You fed him the backstory that had been laid into place, all the while listening to O'Rourke's voice encouraging you to keep him talking. He nodded as if he was enthralled but you knew he hadn't heard a single word you said.

You felt his hand that had been on your lower back begin to slip lower as the two of you danced. You knew this was a possibility and could handle it gracefully or would've had you not heard "Goddammit Flag" over the coms right before you felt that familiar touch pulling you back against that toned chest you'd know anywhere "Mr Morrison! I see you've met my Allie"

Ezekiel winked at you "I did indeed. She's extraordinary" "stay within two feet of him Y/N. We just need three more minutes" you leaned up from Rick's embrace to lay a hand on Morrison's arm "This club is wonderful but I understand Jon and Anthony as here on business. Let's move this somewhere more private"

Morrison nodded "Mr Kenzie do you want to grab your partner and his girl. I'll gladly escort Ms Gore" you looked up into Rick's eyes and the look made your heart flip. "Jon, go get Tony and Alexia" he nodded stiffly then leaned down close to you. To anyone else, including Morrison it would look like he was kissing your neck but he whispered into your ear "If you say stop. This shit stops. Nothing matters more than you"

When he pulled back you knew your eyes were wide but you recovered fast enough "Love you too babe" then turned to Morrison and took his offered arm "Lead the way"

You swallowed hard and heard O'Rourke's voice "Two more minutes" as Morrion led you towards a darkened hallway at the far back of the club. You shifted your foot to feel the sheath in it as a comfort as you heard Rick growl across the com "Hurry the fuck up"

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Ezekiel was purposely invading your space, leaning in too close. You could smell his God awful cologne and the cigars he smoked. Rick, Floyd and Harley had yet to make it to the office but you imagined that was on purpose.

"Tell me miss Gore, are you happy with Mr Kenzie?" You nodded "Very. Jon's a good man to me" the bastard shrugged "Does he treat you like a queen? Because I could give you an empire" he put one hand on your hip and was leaning closer when you finally heard O'Rourke say "It's cloned. Teams are moving into position. When they hit the warehouses and holding units we have the all clear to take down Morrison and any guards. Hold positions. Ten minutes tops"

Where was Rick? You stepped back from Morrison "Where is Jon and Anthony?" You asked and he smirked "I wanted some alone time, ya know. Get to know each other better. They'll be here soon" "Find her now or I'll blow this whole damn op sideways" Rick's voice across the coms hit you square in the chest. He was pissed, worry evident in his tone laced with an underlying fear you'd seen in his eyes when he'd looked too close at those photos. You just hoped O'Rourke knew he meant every damn word.

"Where are they?" You asked and he smiled "Don't worry. I want their business. I'll be gentle" he brushed your hair back and spoke close enough to your neck you could feel his breath "Unless you want me to be rough"

O'Rourke and Rick's voices both drifted into your ear "Nine" "WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?"

Adrenaline flooded your system mixed with a little bit of relief. He hadn't figured out they were undercover, he still thought this was just a buyer who happened to have a girl who matched his fetish. That, you could handle"Yeah, No"

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You made a move to go around him and he tried to grab for you so you side stepped and slammed your knee into his crotch "No means no" "Fuckin bitch" he growled, hitting the floor. You stood over him and repeated yourself "Now do you want to act like a gentleman or continue to act like a neanderthal?"

He cupped his balls as he glared at you "I'll fucking kill you" "Wrong answer" you smiled, drawing back your foot and kicking him where you'd previously caught him with your knee. Harley's voice finally graced your ear "North end of the club Flag. I'll get the guards' attention. You go get our girl"

O'Rourke's voice followed "Colonel Flag, Harley we just need five minutes" "Better be a fast five minutes" Floyd's voice was clipped, he was pissed.

Morrison was beginning to recover so you backed up, crouching to slip the knife out of your boot because you had no idea what he was doing "You either give me what I want or I'll kill your man, his friend and your little whore friend while you watch"

"Those three can handle themselves," you replied with a shrug. "Three" O'Rourke's voice rang through your ears as Morrion moved to grab you again. You flipped the knife up and drove it into his left arm. You weren't trying to kill him. Not yet anyways.

He roared in pain and called you a few choice words before the door slammed open, barely hanging onto the hinges from the force and there stood Rick, anger rolling off him in waves. Morrison fell back from you "Your whore attacked me Kenzie"

Rick strode into the office and didn't say a word as he closed the space between himself and Morrison with few steps. He wrapped a hand around the other man's throat before looking over at you. You saw a few marks gracing his face that was evidence of a fight of some sort but he didn't look too injured.

Rick looked back at Morrison before snatching your blade free of his arm and putting it at his throat, the tip of the blade digging in enough you saw blood begin to trickle down Morrison's neck. "No, you're just a sorry excuse for a man that likes to put his hands places they don't belong"

The blade drove in further and you heard O'Rourke's voice "We're coming in. I repeat we're coming in. Start taking down who you can" "Rick!" You grabbed his arm and when he looked down at you his eyes trailed over your face "Did he touch you?" You shook your head "No. He tried but no"

He nodded slowly before smashing Morrison's head roughly into the wall. You watched the slimy mother fucker crumple before you heard gunfire break out and you both looked at each other "Got me a gun?" you asked with a hopeful grin.

He lifted the back of his jacket and you smiled when you realized he'd placed one where he'd have no chance of drawing it but it was the perfect position for you. "I knew you loved me" "More than you know" he muttered so low you barely heard him before pulling his own gun. You didn't have time to ask what he meant, the two of you taking one final look at each other before joining the mayhem in the remainder of the club.

Both yours and Harley's dresses had somehow gotten ripped in the fighting. The material wasn't exactly made to hold up to the two of you so the plane ride home consisted of the two of you wearing FBI sweatpants and the guys' suit jackets. You laughed from where you sat across from Floyd and he raised an eyebrow at you "Y/N? You finally flip your shit? I knew hanging out with Flag was gonna get to you"

You looked towards the front of the plane where Rick had been on the line with Waller since all of you had stepped on board "Naw, he's not that bad once you get past that wall he puts up" Floyd shook his head "You two and your puppy eyes are kinda sickening" Harley slapped his shoulder "Shut up! I think it's cute"

You looked from one to the other "What?" They exchanged a glance before Floyd said "Dollface, you nearly melted into a puddle in that man's lap from him doing very little" "Plus he looks at you like you hung the fuckin moon" Harley added. Floyd nodded then shrugged "Not to mention the entire reason they sent everyone in early is because he told em that was their only option if they wanted Morrison alive"

You looked back towards Rick, he had his back turned to you. You could tell from the set of his shoulders he was arguing with Waller. He glanced over his shoulder after a second as if he could feel your gaze and when he did his entire body seemed to relax when he looked at you. You smiled at him and he smiled in return before turning back to whatever Waller was saying "See?" Harley and Floyd spoke in unison.

You shook your head "Get some sleep. You two earned your walking papers with this one, I hope this is the last mission I work with either of you" they both grinned at you "You'll miss us" Floyd teased so you nodded "Yeah but I'll be glad to see you go home to your little girl" then looked at Harley "and you better stay out of trouble" She winked at you "I'll try"

You followed Rick out of Belle Reeve into the parking lot where both your car and his pickup were parked. He'd been silent the ride back and during the group debrief besides when asked a direct question but then Waller had asked to speak to him alone. You'd gone to the warden's office to finish up Harley and Floyd's paperwork while you waited on him. You'd changed into one of his extra shirts he kept in his office so it was a bit more comfortable than the suit jacket considering you were still wearing the boots. Hell you were considering seeing if Rick had any extra shoes stored anywhere even if they'd be too big.

He stopped when you got to your car and dug his truck keys out of his pocket before looking at you "Um..can I come over?" "Movie night?" you asked and he started to nod then stopped "No, not movie night. I want to talk to you but not here when I know every damn thing is gonna run back to that bitch" your eyes widened at his words but you nodded nonetheless "Ok"

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You stepped out of the shower and heard your front door open. It had to be Rick because outside of him only your brother had a key and he was currently states away. You'd ended up pulling one of his old shirts he'd left at your place out to sleep in and considering how long it was on you, nothing else but panties. He'd seen you in less when you'd been hurt.

You walked out of your bedroom into the living room and he was sitting on the couch with his head back and looked half asleep, from the looks of it he'd showered at his place when he'd grabbed his forgotten overnight bag. He was now wearing black sweatpants and a white t-shirt, his shoes were by the front door where he'd kicked them off time he walked in. You smiled when you realized he had locked all three locks behind himself. "Well that was insane" you spoke and his head shot up at your voice, a lazy smile slipping onto his face "Yeah, thats a word for it"

He patted the cushion next to him "C'mere" any time he was tired his accent slipped out so much thicker. You loved it. You walked over and sat down next to him, curling your feet underneath you so you could lean your head over on his shoulder "How pissed was Waller?" he shrugged "You and the team are in the clear. I think a part of her enjoys being right about having something to hold over my head" He slipped his arm around your shoulders as he spoke, head dipping down so he could place a kiss on top of your head "What does she have?" you asked, praying you were right but refusing to say it outloud.

He laughed lightly "You're gonna make me throw every damn card I got on the table, ain't ya?" You leaned up off his shoulder so you could look into his eyes "Yeah. I want to know what's going on in that head of yours. You know it's always been us and always will be but I need to know just what you mean" he leaned forward until his forehead was touching yours and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before saying "She knows I'm in love with my best friend and that I have been for a very long time" you gently cupped his jaw and waited until he slowly opened his eyes. He looked so damn uncertain. Where was that man that had you falling apart in Morrison's club just hours before? Was it that much easier when it was under the facade of a mission?

"Please say something," he nearly begged. you let your hand caress down his jaw, trying to collect your nerve before finally leaning in to let your lips connect to his. The kiss was gentle, hell chaste even but it lit a fire in you as you pulled back to look at him. a smile slipped onto his face "Please do that again" a laugh fell from you "Rick Flag, you had me squirming in the middle of a club! I think you're more than capable of taking control of a situation" "Do you want this? Want me?" he asked, reaching for your hand and placing it over his heart where you could feel it thundering even through his shirt. You rolled the soft material through your fingertips before nodding "For a very long time"

"C'mere" he repeated, pulling you across the couch. You gladly let him pick you up and put you in his lap, slipping your legs down on either side of his hips to be effectively straddling him "First time you've not complained about me picking you up" You shrugged "I like how big you are when I'm the one getting to take advantage of it" he smirked at your words "Darlin, I just ask two things of you" he dipped his head down to let his teeth tease across your pulse like he'd done earlier and you tried to muffle the moan that it caused by biting your lip but he moved one hand up, cupping the side of your head and using his thumb to gently coax your lip out from between your teeth "Tell me if you don't like something and don't try to be quiet baby. Please let me have every little sound I can pull from you because I'm gonna do everything I can to make sure you forget any man that was in your bed before me"

You nodded, unable to form words at the moment but he shook his head "Use your words sweetheart" "I will Rick, please just fuckin touch me" he raised an eyebrow and looked down to where his hands were touching your hips "I am touching you baby" "Rick!" you pratically whined and was rewarded with the rumble of his laughter when you tugged at his shirt. "Ok ok" he teased before pulling his shirt off and tossing it next to him on the couch "That what you wanted?" he asked and you answered him by letting your hands and lips trace the familiar scars that decorated his chest, the muscles shifting under your touch as little groans escaped him.

When your lips moved from his chest up to his neck his head fell back against the couch "Damn sweetheart that feels good" you moved across his neck, kissing and biting the smooth skin there. His hips jutted up against yours when you hit a certain spot and you gasped feeling how hard he was, fuck you'd always figured Rick was well endowed. Boxers and sweatpants didn't hide much but feeling it rubbing against your core with only thin layers of material separating it was an entirely different feeling.

Your lips found that spot again, rolling your hips against his as you sucked a dark mark over it. His grip on your hips tightened as he swore under his breath "That's it darlin. Mark me. Let everyone know I'm yours" you whimpered into his skin at his words. He slipped a hand between your body and you broke away from his skin to gasp when his fingers made the first swipe across your clothed center, the material not offering much of a barrier given that they were soaked.

"Fuck, you're soaking wet honey..that for me?" he teased, pushing your panties to the side and allowing one thick finger to tease past your folds before finally pushing it inside of you, grunting when he felt how your pussy squeezed just one of his fingers "Oh sweetheart" he curled his finger up, finding that spot inside of you that had you gripping his shoulders. "It's ok, I got ya" he kissed the side of your head as he added a second finger. "Fuck..Rick" he used his thumb to work your clit as his lips found your neck attacking the spots that had you shaking in his touch as he worked you towards an orgasm.

You felt that pressure building a half second before that wave crashed over you "Oh god" you moaned, burying your face in his neck as he used his fingers to work you through the orgasm. When your walls stopped tremoring around his fingers, he slowly pulled them out of you. When you lifted your head he winked at you before sucking his fingers into his mouth, humming in contentment at your taste "I need more than a tease of a taste" he spoke before moving you off his lap to lay you back across the couch.His hands went to the shirt you wore, eyes flickering to yours "Can I take this off?" you nodded then remembered he wanted more "Please"

He grinned, slipping the shirt off of you then tossed it "Fuck, look at you" he started at your panty line and left a trail of open mouthed kisses up your body until he got to your breasts. He rolled one nipple into his mouth and your back arched up when he let his teeth just barely graze the sensitive bud. "Fuck, just like that..feels so good" you praised and felt him grin against your flesh.

He moved to the other side giving it the same attention before moving up to catch your lips in a wet kiss that had you both gasping for air when you pulled away. "So damn gorgeous" he praised before moving back down your body leaving wet kisses everywhere he could reach. When he got to the top of your panties he looked up to meet your eyes, the request silent. "Please" you whispered and god the look he gave you in that moment damn near made you come undone "I fucking love you"

He slipped your panties down off your legs and tossed them before tapping your hips "Spread your legs for me beautiful. Let me love ya" you did as he asked and felt the first tentative flick of his tongue which had your eyes rolling back in your head. Your fingers buried themselves in his hair as he dove in like a starved man offered a four course meal. Your hips rocked against his face as he worked you closer and closer to that edge and when he slipped two fingers in to tease at that spot deep inside of you while barely letting his teeth graze against your clit your back arched off the couch and you came with a scream of his name on your lips.

Once you weakly pushed at his head from being oversensitive he started to kiss his way up your body, marking every inch of skin he could with his mouth along the way. When he got to your mouth he pulled you into a passionate kiss, rolling his tongue against yours, allowing you to taste yourself on him. Your hands were locked around his neck, holding him to you "Rick, I want to return the favor, I want to do so much but right now I need you inside me" you begged.

He kissed the tip of your nose before saying "It's ok baby" he leaned up far enough to slip his sweatpants off and kick them away. You felt the head of his cock teasing at your entrance and you felt yourself clench even before he started slowly easing in. When a loud gasp ripped from you he froze "Did I hurt you?" you shook your head "You feel so fucking amazing Rick, never been filled up so much"

He leaned his head over against your chest, kissing the few scars you also had before sliding the rest of the way into you until his hips rested against yours "So fuckin warm and tight and fuckin perfect" he groaned as he gave a tentaive thrust and when you responded by hooking your legs around his waist he lifted his head up to look at you "You're gonna be the death of me..but what a way to go"

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Your fingers dug into Rick's shoulders as his dug into your hips. Both of you desperate to pull each other closer as both of your highs drew near. He moved to kiss you but you could barely get your mouth to meet his from how fuckin amazing he had you feelin which resulted in you gasping into his mouth "So damn close Rick...fuck I love you" his hips faltered slightly at your words before regaining his pace, pushing you both towards as orgasm.

When he moved his fingers down to rub tight circles onto your clit your eyes tried to close but he spoke with his mouth right next to your ear "Open those eyes darlin. I wanna see you come apart" you opened your eyes and his hazel ones were inches from yours. You pulled him into a kiss just as your orgasm washed over you and when your walls clenched down hard around him it pulled him over the edge with you, he groaned loudly as you felt him coat your insides.

"Fuck that was amazing" you cursed and he looked down at you and smirked "Just what I was thinking" before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. When he pulled out of you,a small gasp left you so he apologized before asking "Wanna get another shower?" you raised an eyebrow "You carryin me Flag? Cause my legs are kinda jello after that" he couldn't have looked more proud of himself if he tried in that moment.

You laid across Rick's chest, one leg throw over his waist as his fingers traced imaginary patterns on your bare thigh "Did you mean what you said or was it an in the moment thing?" he asked and you were confused for a second then realized what he meant and shook your head "Rick, I've been in love with you for longer than I care to admit but I wasn't losing my best friend because of it"

He nodded slowly before using his other hand to tilt your head up to him "You'd never lose me and now you damn sure won't" you felt a blush warm your face. "Rick Flag, I'm yours. You don't have to keep being such a sweet talker" he laughed before shaking his head "Damn right you're mine and I'm yours but I will sweet talk you until the day they put me in the ground darlin" you laughed lightly "Lets get some sleep" he somehow managed to pull you closer before saying "I think I like sleeping in your bed even better than the couch" you grinned up at him "Good, cause tomorrow night we need to break in your place" "Yes ma'am"

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Radioactive Showers - Rick Flag Sr / Dr Phosphorus fanfic [Creature Commandos]

Phosphorus decides to take an excessively long shower after returning to the prison, to the point it gathers suspicion, and because of this, Flag is made to go check on him, as the doctor is now his responsibility.

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Three's a crowd

Adrian chase x reader slight Rick Flag x reader

Warnings: slightly smutty, swearing, stalking, voyeurism and I think that's it if there's anything else lmk.

Summary: Adrian's a stalker but maybe this time it's not completely unwanted.

A/N: I had a dream about this.

Where are you? We need to talk. Come to your place now.

Who the fuck did he think he was? Why the hell was he at your place? He’s not your boyfriend he had no right to order you about. Sure he was handsome tall, dark, conventionally attractive it was his personality that ruined it. Always wanting to be in your space, wanting to team up for missions. it was too much. You’d teamed with leota as much as you could which is why you’d grown so close. It was a little awkward at first given who your dad was but that soon melted away when she realised you were nothing like him.

Your shoulders tensed and your stomach twisted, how the hell those four little words had the power to bring every bad thing you’ve ever done flashing before your eyes you’d never understand. You weren’t a bad person, maybe a tad morally grey sometimes but that was to be expected being peacemakers little sister. Sometimes you had to make the hard choices because Chris just couldn’t.

You glance over at him on instinct laughing loudly as he not so subtly flexed leaning closer to Harcourt desperately trying to impress, she seemed more open to it than she did when the team first got together. She wore a relaxed smile and that black shirt that Chris said made her tits look ‘Stellar’ Adrian couldn’t make it busy patrolling, he’d been doing that a lot lately.

Your stomach flutters as an image of him in his vigilante costume comes to life especially his ass, God he was gifted.

And you were being a pervert.

You flex your fingers, eyes drinking in the room. As you down the rest of your drink chasing away all thoughts of Adrian as you type a quick ‘what’s up’ back to Rick. There was no point in but you asked anyway he was a face to face guy liked to watch your reaction before you had chance to rehearse it. Leota notices you picking up your jacket “leaving already?”

“got people to see places to be” you retort fingers tight around the now empty glass.

She cocks a brow  “and what people might they be” she sasses playfully. you gesture to your phone spinning it round so she can read across the table.

“Y/Ns in trouble ” she sings but it’s lost to the noise of the bar.

“grow up, think you’ll survive without me?” leaning back in her seat she cocks her head towards the others.

“hell yeah, Chris has been putting the moves on Harcourt all night and I want to see what happens. Good luck. ”

Shrugging on your jacket you throw your arms around Leota in a tight hug she easily returns with an enthusiasm you could only blame on the booze you’d both knocked back. “thank you. See you all later” you call to the others with a tight smile, you don’t wait for them to reply as your already spinning on your heels and rushing out the bar on your way home.

It’s quiet when you make it to your apartment block, has it always been this quiet or were you just paranoid?

 You sway still slightly drunk regretting not calling an uber. You pull out your keys letting yourself into the lobby passing the night security you give him a nod of acknowledgement as you head straight for the elevator. Nerves kicking in as you punch in the number for your floor, your fingers tingle as you press your fingers flat against your palms, bouncing on your feet trying to ease your anxiety you realise Rick never messaged you back.

You squint at the brightness of the lights as you make your way down the hallway to your door, your ears pick up what you think is faint arguing, which you brush off as your neighbours until you realise the closer you get to your door the louder it is. Rick never mentioned bringing anybody with him, your skin prickles as you reach the end of the long hallway putting your hand against the door as it squeaks noisily you realise it’s slightly open which in your slightly tipsy state you’d overlooked. You push it all the way surprised to find Adrian on one side of the room clad in full vigilante costume aside mask and Rick on the other in army pants and an almost too tight ridiculously orange shirt.

“what the fuck is going on?” both men’s gazes snap to you and for the first time all night Adrian thinks he might faint. Rick was a sneaky bastard, Adrian wishes he’d shot him as soon as he’d caught him snooping through your apartment. It was harmless of course Adrian wasn’t a creep, no he was a concerned friend who just happened to be passing by who had to make sure your apartment was secure.

And jerk off to your underwear, Okay so he was a pervert. Sue him, he couldn’t help it. You made him feel hot, dizzy to the point it was a miracle he could look you in the face at times.

 His skin was melting he was sure of it, his suit felt tighter, almost fused to his skin. Rick shifts slightly out of the corner of his eye and his gaze snaps back almost as if he’d forgotten he was there.

“I can explain” he begs, literally begs hands clasping in front of him as he pleads for you to understand with his eyes. You’re not sure you do but you could never be mad at him.

He was your friend, a fiercely loyal one at that. Whatever was happening you were sure it was a misunderstanding.

“like hell you can, you’re a pervert.” Rick snarls.

You shoot Rick a look “don’t call him that.” he looks taken aback.

“he’s a sicko Y/N”  Rick doesn’t let up before turning to Adrian. “I know exactly what you are, I know that you’ve been watching her that’s why I followed you. I fucking knew I’d catch you eventually.” Rick looks triumphant, smug and it bothered you to no end.

Who asked him to get involved, yes Adrian could be a bit much at times but you always found his enthusiasm sweet. There was something sexy about a man who wasn’t afraid to show he cared that you just couldn’t get enough of.

And now you’re all just awkwardly stood there in what appears to be the worst Mexican stand off ever. Rick’s staring holes through Adrian, Adrian’s looking between you both as you debate whether it’s worth having that bottle of red you’d been saving for a special occasion.

You need to de-escalate this and fast, Rick looks more ready to jump across the room as time goes on and the last thing you needed was another noise complaint.

“look I’m sure there’s a perfectly logical explanation to why he’s here” moving the hair stuck to the back of your neck you roll your shoulders.

That was a lie.

“bullshit” Rick snaps “I see the way he looks at you, following you like some puppy and he’s just always right fucking there Y/N open your eyes.”

Adrian stiffens he really didn’t think he was that obvious thought he was playing it cool.

“why does that bother you so much? Maybe I don’t mind it” both men stare at you and you wish you’d gone for that bottle.

“It is late I need to shower and go to sleep, I don’t have the energy for this right now. We can talk about this later. But for now you need to go.” You point to the door and wait.

 Rick’s face is less than pleased but he knows when he’s lost. He walks past you murmuring about how this was the last time he tried to help, shoulder brushing against yours slamming the door behind him.

Adrian moves to the window probably to go out the same way he got in “not you” you snap.

He balks stopping short hands dropping from the window.

Maybe he could run for it.

“so” you start after a few seconds of awkward silence.

The air is tense, you feel hot thinking of him watching you but maybe that’s the alcohol in your blood.

 Adrian straightens up half expecting you to tell him what an utter fucking creep he was. “what are you doing in my apartment?” you try to meet his gaze which he drags lazily around the room.

“was checking that your apartment was secure” even he doesn’t believe that lie.

You snort god he was such a bad liar.

 Making your way across your apartment throwing your phone down on the kitchen counter before turning and leaning against it in a way that draws his attention down to your chest making his cock twitch.

You don’t miss the way he shifts to arrange his pants.

You find Adrian closer than before but not as close as you’d like. Like he was still debating leaving.

You don’t want him to.

 What the hell wrong with you? He’d broken into your home and let’s face it was probably stalking you.

 And you wanted him closer.

 “do you break into all your friends apartments?”  you pull yourself up to sit on the counter legs swinging childishly.

Adrian drinks in your relaxed state, It almost seems you like this, almost.

I mean what was he supposed to say to that?

Hi yes I’m stalking you, I’m so in love with you I stand on the roof opposite your building, jerking off, watching you because you never close your fucking curtains. And if you don’t close them you must like it a little bit. I stole your underwear, lay on your bed when you’re not home just to be surrounded by your scent.  

You drive him insane.

No that was too much you’d definitely tell him to get out and he already feels like the ground he’s treading on is fragile.

“I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve seen. I like watching you.” And from anyone else that could be so innocent but with the way he’s looking at you, you know it’s anything but.

You fix him with a look but his gaze doesn’t falter doesn’t break under your own.

“so you’re a pervert then” his eyes flash and heat floods straight to your core.

 This was dangerous but he was past caring.

“yeah - yeah I’m a pervert” his voice strains, Adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallows, your eyes follow the movement.

“I don’t mind you watching me” he steps closer. This couldn’t be real.

You slide from the counter to move closer

“yeah?” he was going to explode.

“I still need to shower” hoping he gets the hint, he does.

“I could join you.”

“It would save water, good for the environment.” He agrees wordlessly his eyes don’t leave yours, you both stand there desire swirling making the air hot.

You drop your gaze to the floor.

Your hair is damp stuck to your face, Adrian reaches to push the stray hairs back into place.

Then reaches slowly behind you to cradle your head, you tilt it up to look at him.

And you just can’t fucking take it anymore.

Pulling him in lips meeting  in a less than graceful manner all teeth and tongue as he presses you back into the counter, hand turning to fist your hair. Your cunt pulses between your thighs as his fingers dig into your skin lifting you effortlessly, you hold on locking your legs around his waist.

Your back meets the wall, his hips roll against yours making you see stars. And it’s the first time you’ve really felt him and my god was he gifted.

You pull back as soon as air becomes a requirement taking in a gulp, as his lips move down your neck to your collar bone creating a blazing trail, his teeth graze your soft skin making you shiver.

Like he wants to bite but doesn’t.

“Shower.” You pant, wordlessly he carries you to where your bathroom is and you want to ask him how he knows but remember that’s a stupid question.

Of course he knows.

Yeah, you were definitely getting a noise complaint.

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rick flag idea - need your opinions!!

hey guys!!

over the past few days an idea for a rick flag fanfic has been brewing in my brain (courtesy of the random thoughts i get when i'm high) and i want your opinions about it.

it's an lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers fanfic, with lots of angst and anger and love and smut where f!reader and flag had a past relationship, ended bad and now they have to work together. it's a long idea so it may be a long fic, maybe around 10 pieces... not sure...

so i'd like to know if you'd be interested in reading it and giving feedback!!

but don't worry, OF COURSE i'm gonna finish Fortnight and post the other rick flag smut i started to write back in april and never finished lol university is kicking my ass, sorry.

i'd love to hear any ideas, suggestions or feedback you might have, i'm always open to chat <3

[ambassadortotrilliusprime]

Holy hot damn 🥵🔥🥵

When I saw the title i was like, hmmm 🤔 I'll give it a shot but Rick Flag? Idk man.

IT'S WORTH IT HOLY SHIT. THAT WAS SOOOO GOOD 😊 The writing was perfect and you captured the characters so well! I love it.

Kinks and All (Harley Quinn x F!Reader x Rick Flag)

Pairing(s): Harley Quinn x F!Reader; Harley Quinn x F!Reader x Rick Flag; Rick Flag x F!Reader; Harley Quinn x Rick Flag;

Word count: 19.5k

Rating: Nsfw, smut, fluff, some hurt/comfort. Drunk sex. Squirting. Strap-ons. f/f sex. m/f sex. Voyeurism. Praise kink. Face sitting. Riding in general. Fingering. Penetration. Massages. f/f/m sex.

Warning(s): Language, blood/violence/injury, guns, mentions of Harley's past toxic relationship with/brief appearance by the Joker. Post-The Suicide Squad (2021) spoilers. Major canon divergence.

[ A/N: Is it too much to ask to be railed by two beautiful beings?? Loosely inspired by the sentence prompt: "I'm either joining you or watching you. You pick." Takes place across Birds of Prey and The Suicide Squad. I really enjoyed writing something poly like this. At almost 20k, consider it my magnum opus lmao. If you have the time, please leave a comment on my ao3 or on here; I read all your comments and I love the feedback :) ]

The first time Harley shows up you want nothing to do with her.

The second time she shows up and helps you with your apartment problems, you think maybe you'll never get rid of her.

The third time... Well. The third time and all the times after, you were beginning to suspect a pattern.

Especially one day when she comes home with her boyfriend Rick.

"You have to take her."

Puzzled, you removed an earbud with a sudsy hand and asked your coworker to repeat what was going on.

“I’m not training her!”

You wiped yourself clean on a dry towel, hurrying to follow them out into the front of the store. You were greeted by the sight of a very pale woman with short pigtails dyed cotton candy pink and blue.

Harley Quinn is wrecking half your coffee shop before you can shout 'Put that pitcher down'.

She looked ridiculous in one of the brown aprons you all had to wear behind the counter— You couldn't fathom where she found a spare one. You weren't aware your boss had even hired anybody.

And she'd found the cupful of permanent markers meant for putting dates on the milks and went to town on her ‘uniform’. You immediately noticed happy faces, a crude illustration of a beaver, and even cruder words that were sending customers into fits. Your coworker had run to the back where you were finishing up midday dishes, not yet aware of the storm that had blown through the front door.

You weren't a trainer, but the other baristas didn't want to approach the criminal within ten feet. On the other side of the counter, patrons were quickly packing their things and leaving the shop.

You'd later learn that Harley had gotten the job by— well— telling your boss to give her one. You heard rumors of persuasion via cartoonishly a large mallet, a baseball bat, even a homemade bomb strapped to her chest. But Harley just shrugged, grinning wickedly. She was in dire straits at the moment, she explained. Something about a bad break up and an even worse financial situation. She had to lay low; You almost balked at her idea that threatening your boss's life to sling coffee made her a legit career woman now.

The bottom line was that Harley Quinn had decided to wreak havoc on your store, and nobody was going to do anything about it. You'd almost wished she would just rob your cash drawer and leave already.

But that wasn't how you operated. And you certainly weren't going to put up with it for less than minimum wage.

So you shoo'd her, even dared to smack her with the bristly end of a broom a few times.

"You can take your checks and leave. But I'm going to run this store like it needs running." You state firmly to the Crime Queen of Gotham (You definitely don't admit how you hid in the walk in freezer for a brisk five minutes to calm your nerves— You know, after doing something so fucking stupid).

But instead of coming out to the store on fire, you saw Harley at the bar, shaking up teas and pouring them out with the kind of experience you suspect might have come from bartending at one point in her life. She called out names, added way too much whipped cream to everything, and when she got bored—Which was a lot— She'd come to the back of the store and just— talk.

You learned a lot about Harley Quinn in just a week or so.

She wasn't chalk full of secrets. She was an extrovert through and through; she offered you pieces of her story without waiting for judgement, which you in turn offered none of. You didn't understand half of what she was saying, but it compelled you nonetheless. In between the bits about her carefree attitude and more interesting crimes, she’d slip in something that made you stop what you were doing. Stop pretending to half listen in order to give the moment the full attention it deserved.

“He what?” You say one day, making Harley stop mid sentence as she blazed on.

“Hm? Oh, well. After Batman showed up, Mr. J didn’t want to get caught so I stayed behind to distract ‘im, ya know?”

“No,” You said carefully, setting the damp drying towel in your hands down. Harley sat on top of the dishwasher as she dug her fingers through an open back of espresso beans, delighting in the feel of it. You had ignored how she just ruined five pounds of coffee— anything to keep her occupied. You watched her, your hands going to your hips. “You said… he left you there.”

“Oh!” The blonde shrugged. Shrugged like you weren't processing something so fucked up. “Well, yeah, he had to book it or we woulda both got caught, so.”

“What happened to you?”

Harley thought about it, popped her gum as she chewed it over. “Arkham. Six months, I think." Then she waggled her eyebrows at you. "Six months before I got out, anyway.”

She winked, tossing you another dirty jug to wash, which you miss and it goes clattering to the floor.

And so it went, for another week, her intensity an ebb and flow. You got a kick out of how she'd still decide to come in hungover, her make up from the night before an absolute mess. You found her in the freezer, asleep against the shelves.

Crouching down before her, you took one of her hair ties out of her tangle of a bun and redid it, securing all her messy stray hairs. She stirred, snorting a bit before her head dipped back down, returning to sleep.

Despite her penchant for talking, she never stuck around after her shift— always disappearing off to do what Harley usually did, you assumed. When she invited you to watch a roller derby game, you were unsure. You got the idea that maybe you’d like meeting her somewhere else— somewhere not full of screaming fans and violence. You tossed the thought immediately, as if indulging in some so banal was something Harley Quinn was capable of.

And you didn’t get the chance to ask anyway.

You woke up to the news of the Ace Chemicals factory explosion on the other side of town the next morning. And when you went into work, you're completely unsurprised when Harley doesn't return.

---

More weeks passed, and more news about activities that screamed Harley Quinn on the television. After more explosions and the fiasco at the pier, you figured she was back in full swing with her life of crime. Good riddance, the petty part of you thought. The part that didn't want her in your store in the first place.

But another part of you was sad to return back to normal. You did your dishes with your music in your ears again— Something you hadn't done in weeks thanks to your chats with Harley. You went through your days, your thoughts wondering about what life would be like if you just did whatever the fuck you wanted to do. Like her.

One day, you got the news that your landlord wanted to raise your rent. You're blindsided at the illegality of his asking price, and the way he leers when he says it. You could barely afford it now, he knew. So you tell him to give you two weeks— Two weeks to pack up and find somewhere new. He graciously acquiesced, and you want to take the baseball bat you kept by the front door and pummel his face in.

But you don't. You never would.

You go into work. You take orders. You do the dishes.

You closed up the shop that night with tears in your eyes. Wiping your snot on the bottom of your stupid apron, you jumped when you turned around and saw someone waiting for you there under the streetlight. You screamed.

"Hey, pumpkin!" Harley was beaming. Her hair was shaggier, down around her shoulders. She was wearing flared leather pants and platform boots— and a bedazzled blazer buttoned up with nothing else underneath.

She was about to say something else when she saw your red eyes and wet cheeks. "Hey, what the hell’s a matter?”

You wiped at your face hurriedly. "Nothing." You tried, "You uh, you look nice."

She bounced back, her grin returning. "Like it? Just did a big job— Got my own business goin' for me now."

You nodded, a bit of that jealousy returning. "Is that where you went?"

Harley lifted an arm, something beeping in her grasp. Another beep answered from beside her— A car, parked and apparently all hers. Jesus, you thought. You wondered if she lifted it or if it was really Harley's.

"You never showed up to the derby." Harley began. You were completely surprised she remembered. Frowning, you ran a hand through your sweaty hair, your scalp still aching from keeping it up in a lazy bun all day long.

"Yeah, I guess it just wasn't my speed, something like that." It wasn't a complete lie. You'd heard about how rough those games got— How many broken noses could happen in one night. The thought of blood and violence had always made you sweat a little.

But Harley seemed unperturbed. "Oh! Well, why didn't ya say somethin', dummy?" She approached you, slinging her arm around your shoulders. "We don't have to go to a match! We can do somethin' else."

"Something else?" You repeated, feeling your feet follow her to the car. You wanted to stop in your tracks. Maybe normally you would have. But the sooner this conversation ended, you realized, the sooner you'd have to go home and pack up your things and look for a new place to live. The thought alone made your stomach sink, and you found yourself letting Harley open the passenger side door for you.

"Yeah, whatever you wanna do! What do you get up to, [Y/n]?" She said, like you're the enigma. You shrugged as she hopped over your legs, plopping down in the driver's seat. The car roared to life. Your cheeks heated up as she flashed you a suggestive smile, her boot pressing down to rev the engine a few times.

"Well, maybe I— " Something that would take up time. Something you wouldn't normally do. You thought of what Harley would do. "Maybe we could go... drink a little? Get a drink and dance?"

Harley squealed, clapping excitedly. "Thought you'd never ask, sweetums. Where's your place? Let's get you all dolled up!"

"Uh —No." You said suddenly. "No. I... I don't want to go home."

The confession came out pitifully, the tears from earlier threatening to resurface. And as if Harley understood— Really understood the words I don't want to go home— She pulled out onto the street without asking anymore questions about it.

That was the most you remember clearly. From there, you remembered driving through the city in Harley's convertible. A stop somewhere with bottles and bottles of liquor. You could recall picking from a selection of clothes, just not where they came from.

But mostly you remembered letting go.

Harley took you to a nightclub in a part of Gotham you’ve never ventured. It was an old warehouse, the music echoing around the bare foundations.

And neither of you paid for any drinks. If she wasn't sneaking a tumbler away from some other person not paying attention, she was simply ordering them and walking away from the bar; You followed nervously as the bartender hollered for her to come back, but she paid them no mind. The two of you disappeared into the crowd. She did it all with a smile brighter than the lights around you.

You drank, you danced, you let Harley pull you toward her, her hands clamping down on your hips as she moved to the music. She had the kind of bliss on her face you thought you only saw in movies— And she was feeling it right here, with you.

You remembered the lights flashing around you. And then, her face— inches, then centimeters in fant of you, then no space at all. Harley was kissing you on the dance floor, your lipsticks mixing to form a new bruising shade across your lips and chins.

By four in the morning, there was no way the two of you were getting into a car. You couldn’t even remember where it was parked. Harley stumbled along, grabbing your hand as you wandered in the street— Three times you tried to look for the convertible, and three times you remembered you should be trying to call a ride share on your phone.

You reached the harbor on the edge of the warehouse district. You threw yourself on the rail, hanging there to feel the wind blowing through Gotham from the water, swaying and giggling. Harley draped herself over your back; Her platform heels made her a few inches taller than you.

After you both laughed at nothing for a while, Harley's breathing slowed, her mind drifting as you stood there.

"How come ‘y don't wanna go home?" She slurred. You hummed questioningly in reply, hoping if you leave it, she'll forget she even asked you. But Harley stayed strangely quiet, waiting.

You shrugged, feeling the weight of her chin on your shoulder. "Getting kicked out soon." You admitted. Then, "Landlord's kind of an asshole. All my shit... I don't even know if I can take it all with me —Where ever it is I'm gonna end up."

After a beat, you looked at each other. You saw Harley's dark lipstick smudged over her pale skin. Her mascara was runny, mingling with sweat from hours of dancing. You couldn’t imagine how you looked to her right now. The two of you bursted into laughter.

Eventually, you ended up in a loft that's not yours. Harley tried putting the key in the door and failed several times. She huffed and kicked, until you have to stop her and unlock it yourself. Harley ushered you into her place— Definitely a step up from that shithole she had described to you before she disappeared; Whatever 'business' she had started, it really was working.

But it still had all of Harley's oddball charm. There was a stirring in the kitchen, and she told you not to mind her sleeping dog. At least, you thought she said it was a dog. You heard a strange cackle echo through the room, and decided to leave it alone.

Because suddenly, Harley was kissing you again. You felt as she cupped your face in both hands, dragging you as she walked backwards toward her bed. You chuckled breathily as you both tumbled onto the fuzzy pink blanket laid unevenly over the mattress. Then, your chuckle turned into a moan as she nudged her knee between your thighs, her skin rubbing against yours beneath the hem of your borrowed skirt.

Harley flipped the two of you over, getting on top of you. You remembered the pleasant warmth of her hands on your hips, your waist. You played with the button on her blazer drunkenly until she's ripping it open, fabric falling away to expose her bare chest. You reached up, palm one of her breasts as the two of you kissed. Harley made a happy sound.

She bit and nipped you. Makes you yelp as she travels down your body, marking you along the way. You soon got your skirt off, your top. You couldn’t remember the last time you'd felt this good and not felt self conscious at the same time. Soon, your hips began to roll, your need for friction making you thrust yourself against Harley's thigh still between your legs.

You moaned when she slipped a hand down between you, her fingers sliding into your wet, waiting cunt. You buck when she presses down on your clit, and Harley pulls away to grin wickedly at you. You whined, your own hands still wandering her body.

"You're adorable, you know that, pumpkin?" She teased. You felt yourself blush as she watched you, her fingers working their way in and out of you, her thumb pressing and circling your clit.

For some reason, you liked the way she's watching you— The way it feels like she's playing with a toy she can't get enough of. You bucked again as you feel that tight coil of heat winding through your core. She curled her fingers inside you; You rut your clit against the flat of her hand wildly.

"Harley," You whimpered. You threw your head back, made yourself shut your eyes. But Harley's other hand was there, turning your chin back toward her.

"Wanna see that pretty face while you're comin', sweetums. You gonna come for me?"

You nodded your head, your lip quivering. You were going to come. You could feel the fullness inside you threatening to burst. You spread your legs wide for her, cupped your knees taut so she can angle her fingers right where you need— Right where you start seeing stars. Harley kept her eyes on you as you finally came, a wet gush from your pussy coating Harley's already wet fingers. She kept fucking you through your orgasm until you were shaking.

In your drunken daze, you heard the echo of your own voice in your head, remembering how you were moaning and writhing just now beneath her. You felt like you were there, on the bed, but also somewhere else, looking at the two of you from afar. Face flushed, you opened your eyes again to see Harley grinning.

"I was right— You're too fuckin' cute when you're comin'." She said, licking her fingers.

In the morning, you nearly forgot where you were.

At least, you thought it was still morning.

There weren’t any clocks around Harley's bed, and when you looked down to see yourself without a bra, you had to guess your phone was somewhere on the floor with the rest of all your clothes.

You also looked down to see— You blushed, ripping the covers off of yourself. Buckled to your hips was a leather strap-on set, a glittering blue dildo still attached to it. You looked up and around so quickly you almost gave yourself whiplash.

"Harley?" You called. You stood up from the bed, undoing the clasps of the toy from around yourself. You let the strap-on drop to the floor as you rubbed the bright red lines left on your waist and hips from wearing it all night. You tried her name again, only to be met with another one of those silly cackles from the kitchen.

Using the bedsheet as a wrap, you wandered over to the table— And screamed.

A hyena, nearly as tall as your waist, was lying on a dog bed beneath the kitchen table. It's tags jingled as it startled just as you had, grinning nervously. You backed away from the kitchen and stumbled over the sheet tangled around your ankles.

"Mornin'!" Harley called from the front door.

You groaned. Whatever you had to drink last night must have been 90% sugar, because your scream and tumble left you noticing a definite hangover.

Harley kicked the door closed with her foot, a white bag of bagels and a tray of coffees in either hand. "I got good news, sweetums!" She stepped over your pathetically crumpled body, hurrying over to the animal still in the kitchen. Was she talking to you or the hyena?

After some very affectionate kisses from her pet, she stood up again, turning to you with a wide grin. "That apartment of yours? Consider it yours yours."

You blinked. "My— What?"

"What! Your apartment! I took care of it. Trust me— You do not have to worry about that piece of shit slumlord'a yours anymore."

"How'd you even —How'd you know where I live?"

"You told me, genius." She said, like it was the most obviously thing in the world. Then she was giving you another one of her little eyebrow wiggles. "You know, after you fuckin' railed me last night."

The heat returned to your cheeks. Then another thought more pressing than your shyness made you sit up. "Wait, you didn't— You didn't kill him did you?" You whispered.

Harley crouched down, handing you a coffee. You ignored how it was from the rival shop a few blocks down from your own store. "Wow, you must'a been real gone last night, huh?"

You paled. "Did I kill him?"

She narrowed her eyes at you, then, as if changing her mind, she snorted, laughing. "Nah— I just roughed him up a little. Told 'im to leave ya alone. That's what you wanted, right?"

You cupped your hands around the warm paper cup thankfully, avoiding her gaze. Last night was still coming in flashes for you. To your embarrassment, you remembered tearing up a little when Harley finally got you to tell her about your problems.

Finally, you glanced back up at her. "Thank you, Harley. You didn't have to do that."

She surprised you with a resounding slap on your bare arm, standing back up.

"Consider it my pleasure, sweetums. Oh, and also consider it a thank you, because we are definitely doing that little trick you did last night again."

---

You don't know how— You thought maybe after that morning she would go back to her world of freedom and crime, that maybe she'd simply disappear again as she pleased, because she was Harley fucking Quinn, and you had the impression she didn't want to be tied down. Not after what happened with the clown who would not be named.

You don't know how, but you and Harley had turned into something. Friends? More? There were days when she would just turn up to the shop and order something absolutely stupid— An extra dry almond milk cappuccino with ten pumps of dark chocolate peppermint stupid.

"It's gonna taste like garbage." You warned, knowing her sweet tooth. Harley took a sip, and you laughed as she spit it out, even if it meant you had to clean up the counter now.

"That was fuckin' toothpaste." She blanched.

You dared to make fun of her— Always with affection, of course. Dared to tell her when you didn't want to do what she wanted to do. She managed to wrangle you into watching one of her derby matches, and you sat in the stands biting your nails as you worried about her getting too hurt— Or hurting someone else too badly. You chastised her for throwing too many elbows, and Harley relented from making you come to any more games if you were just gonna be a baby about it.

It's what she liked in you. You had a soft heart, but you didn’t lack fire or a sense of humor.

Harley played with the bath bubbles in the tub as you tended to a few scrapes on her face after the game. You made sure to use an antiseptic that didn't sting, and you bought bandaids to put in your medicine cabinet just for her— Cartoony bandaids that said 'pow', 'bang', and 'bop!' in bright colors. You sat on the toilet seat, content to watch her lay her head back and relax.

There were other days, though. Days when Harley would get in a spot of trouble and disappear for a week or two longer than you liked. You worried a line across your living room floor, reminding yourself that this is what she did. This wasn't something that was going to change. Don't stress over what you can't control. You wouldn't dream of controlling Harley Quinn.

Eventually, she'd return to you with a black eye or a fractured rib. You'd curse, knowing it didn't matter what kind of bandaids you had in your bathroom— There were parts of Harley's world you'd never be able to handle.

But instead of getting mad, instead of turning her away, you let Harley into your apartment every time. When months turn into a year, you think that maybe she'll never do anything to make you turn her away.

Until one day, she really does disappear.

"Harls?" You called. You pushed the door to her loft open, groceries in your arms. Your mind is half on what gross, expired food you expect to find in her fridge and half on not letting Bruce get out through the front door when you stop in your tracks, the bags of groceries falling to the floor.

The place is ransacked.

Furniture was turned over, glass broken. And by the silence, you know that Bruce is nowhere around. You swallowed thickly as you tried to stay calm. You couldn’t decide if you should walk around the apartment and make sure nobody's there, or run out and ask if they've seen a hyena anywhere in the hallway.

Later, when you came back to check on the loft for the fifth day in a row, the manager of the building told you what you didn’t want to hear: Harley was picked up by some cops downtown. She'd driven a car right into the front of a bank and they'd booked her for "armed auto robbery". They came by to see if they could get anything else on her, and were charging her with possession of an exotic animal too.

"Booked herself a one way trip back to Arkham, I bet."

And you wished that were true. You wished she'd be as easy to find as a small boat ride away to Arkham Asylum. For all the useless things you could do for her, at least you could visit her there. But when you get to the hospital for the criminally insane, they tell you Harley's not with them this time. Nobody seemed to know where Harley was this time.

Your lip quivered on the way back to your apartment, alone. The manager of the loft wouldn't even let you clean up her things; Now that she was incarcerated, they were happy to change the locks and toss out all of Harley's stuff.

It hit you harder than you expected. You had friends before Harley Quinn, but now they seemed like acquaintances compared to that burning, living thing you had with her. You couldn't even really tell them what you were going through, because the moment you explained that you were involved with Harley, their assumptions would spill out: That psycho’s ex-girlfriend? That court jester in a latex suit?

When your co-workers at the shop finally asked you what's going on, and you tried to explain it again— They rebuffed the idea that you— responsible, normal you (Boring you, they meant)— Could ever get along with her, you felt your fist clench unexpectedly. It shook there at your side, until you have to get up and excuse yourself from their conversation.

Weak. You felt weak, and people thought you were weak. Helpless. Weren't you just crying last year when you let your landlord walk right over you? Didn't you need Harley to swoop in and fix it? And what did you do for her?

You sat outside the back of the coffee shop with your head between your knees. You think of lipstick lips and that funny smile. How Harley was always tugging you along—

And it had to be for a reason, didn't it? Or were you just as naive as any sucker who walked in Harley Quinn's path.

When you exhaled, you sat back up, clarity washing over you.

The next day, you started with Bruce.

It took some time, but eventually, you tracked down a few stores in town that sold animals of the more exotic kind. When you made your way into a seedy shop a week later, you found not just Bruce, but another hyena, crammed in the same sad, cramped kennel. Bruce whimpered when he saw you, his nose nudging through the bars.

"Three grand each." The owner grumbled. And you smiled, letting him know that your boss would get back to him with the money soon.

You picked the back door of the store later that night, just like Harley showed you— By bashing it in as quickly as possible and nabbing whatever the fuck it is you gotta nab.

You leashed up Bruce, and hesitantly, you leashed up the other one too. You didn’t know what to call him for now, other than 'good boy', when they both trailed after you. You felt bad about the other animals; You had half a mind to uncage them all and set them free on Gotham— But besides eating each other and getting run over by cars, you figured you put a pin in it and come back with a better plan.

And despite the jail break, Bruce remained melancholy at his new home in your apartment. He let you cuddle him now, his big body taking up most of your little couch as the other one napped on the floor. "I know, Brucie. I miss her too."

---

Harley Quinn didn’t know what the fuck she was gonna do— All she knew was where the fuck she’s going next.

Rick is still in bad shape when they all get back to the U.S. They're all dirty, tired, and so over this fucking Suicide Squad. Milton— Robert, sorry— seems to know what he's doing next, and the rat girl— Ratcatcher the Second?— Seems content to follow him.

And the giant shark... Harley's tempted to keep him as a pet, but he wants to roll with the Ratcatcher girl too.

"Well, shit!" Harley said, kicking at the ground. That just left her with Colonel Boy Scout didn't it?

Ah, who was she kiddin'? There was a reason she went back to pull the big lughead out of the rubble. Aside from the fact that she really hoped he wasn't dead dead— He didn't leave her behind. So neither would she.

Rick can hardly stand when the helicopter leaves them to fend for themselves. They stabilized him on the trip home, but he still had a gaping, angry hole in his fucking chest. Harley's pretty sure he's already ripped a couple of stitches just standing up. Rick grunts as Harley gets under one of his arms, helping him stay on his feet.

"Harley." He insisted again. For the millionth time. She rolled her eyes. "I can make my own way. Y'don't need to let me drag you down."

"Can it, Flag." Harley retorted— She needed to think.

"...Don't s'pose you have a safe house in the Southeast corner of the United States." He picked the weirdest times to make idle conversation.

"Do you?" She quirked a brow.

"Think it's safe to say all my funded resources burned up with DuBois' Hail Mary back there. And any back-ups, for good measure."

"Fuckin' Waller."

Rick nodded his head faintly. "Fuckin' Waller."

"I gotta place." Harley finally offered. "We've just got about a thousand fucking miles to go."

You were asleep on the couch, the hyenas curled up in a pile in the corner, when the front door booms. You startled from sleep, yanking the covers over you. Ever since she’d disappeared, it had felt strange sleeping on the bed. Maybe because it was too far from the front door. At least here, you’d be ready to jump up when… when—

You almost don’t believe it when the door thumps again, Harley’s familiar four knocks rattling it on it’s hinges. Bruce laughs excitedly. You don’t even check the peephole as you felt yourself fly to the door.

“Jesus, you knock like a cop.” You say, your normal greeting. The grin plastered on your face dissipates when you see the state Harley is in. Harley— And someone else.

“What…?”

“Miss me, [y/n]?” Harley steps over the threshold in a pair of ballet flats and leggings, a terribly ruined red dress tucked into the hem. You suspected there was more to the dress before, but now it was more of a tattered blouse with some red frills at the bottom.

Harley is dragging a man— A very tall, big man— Into your apartment. He’s wearing a yellow t-shirt that’s mostly red now, reminding you of mustard and ketchup. He’s got a brown coat over his shoulders. The two of them together look like they rummaged the garbage bins behind a thrift shop (They had). He’s hardly walking straight, his head lolling forward to the point where you think he may fall face first onto your living room rug. You shut the door behind them, mouth gaping a little.

“What the hell happened?” You finally uttered.

Harley threw the man onto the couch unceremoniously, then reached for the ceiling in a big stretch. She’s covered in cuts and scrapes.

“Some government coup thingy. I got another stupid, freaking bomb in my neck— Hopefully it doesn’t kablooie before I can find someone to yank it out. Oh, and there was this giant starfish motherfucker. You didn’t see it on the news?”

“I— Bomb in your neck?” You followed her around the room as you followed her every word, trying to discern what was crazy talk and what was real. “I… haven’t been watching the news.”

You hadn’t been eating, you’d barely been sleeping. In the few months Harley was gone, you’d been trying to look for her. But apparently there was a reason she’d disappeared without a trace.

There was a pained groan from the couch, and the two of you looked over at the man lying there.

“Oh, this is Flag, by the way. Rick Flag. Certified ex-patriot now, I guess.” Harley introduced with a shrug. Before you can ask, she’s heading to your bathroom, the sounds of her digging around your stocked medicine cabinet as your first aid kit supplies toppled all over the place.

“Um, why is there some Flag guy here too?” You called after her.

“Uhhh, we’re— Friends.” Harley explains uncertainly, and you don’t love the way she’s dancing around it. She sticks her head out of the bathroom to finally look at you. “He saved my skin, now I’ve got his.”

“Oh.” You said quietly, glancing down at him. You saw the way his face contorted, even as he laid there, unconscious. His light brown hair stuck to his face, dirty and disheveled like Harley’s. “He looks like he’s in pain.”

A loud squeak, and the sound of your shower bursting to life. “Oh, big time.” Harley called back.

You worried your bottom lip between your teeth as Harley got to work scrubbing all the starfish guts off of herself— Finally. In the meantime, you joined her in the bathroom, grabbing a bottle of painkillers and a clean washcloth. You dampened it under some cold water and wring it out before returning to the living room, where Flag— Rick, didn’t stir.

Carefully, you pressed the folded towel to the man’s forehead, wiping away the blood and grime. A frown formed on his lips as you worked your way down his cheeks and chin, his eyes prying open to look at you.

You drew your hand away tentatively. “Am I hurting you?”

Rick shook his head slowly, struggling to swallow.

You frowned, hurrying to stand up. “Shit. Let me get you some water.” You said, excusing yourself.

A while later, Harley walks out of the bathroom, unsurprised to see you doting over her knock-off Captain America.

“How’s he lookin’, Nurse [y/n].” She quipped. She’s wrapped in your bathrobe, her hair wrapped up. You see that she’d given herself another dye job since you last saw her, the red and black pigment bleeding onto your white guest towel. You huffed, shaking your head. How many times have you told her that shit in a bottle would fry her blonde hair?

“I think he needs a hospital, Harley.”

She waved you off. “Hosptial-shmosptial. Once I go downtown tomorrow I’m gonna find a bone doctor who owes me a favor. Don’t worry your lil head.” She stopped short of the couch, gasping.

“And who is this!” She squealed. The sound seemed to summon the hyenas, who pattered up to her simultaneously. As if rehearsed, they cuddled up to either side of her, lapping at her cheeks in greeting. “Oh, Brucie! I thought I was gonna have to go spring ya from somewhere! Did you miss momma?”

You smiled at her voice as it raised in pitched, making the animals’ heads tilt back and forth. Harley looked up at you with a lip splitting grin. “How’d you find ‘im??”

You shrugged, trying your best to sound nonchalant. You busied yourself with dabbing ointment over the gashes on Rick’s arm. “I have my ways.”

Harley squealed again, scratching her new hyena under the chin. “I’m gonna call you… Wayne.”

“Bruce and Wayne?” You said, unimpressed. “What is with you and that guy?”

“That guy? Don’t cha think he’s Gotham’s hottest bachelor?” She teased.

“I guess anyone’s hot when they’ve got a bazillion dollars.”

“Exactly. He’s hot and he’s got a bazillion dollars.”

Harley skips to the kitchen and throws together a sandwich as you finish up with Rick. You wrangle off his shoes and belt, but there’s nothing much else you can give him in the way of comfortable clothes. The shirt he had on was tight, but it’d be nothing compared to trying to squeeze him into even your biggest sleep shirt. So, you adjust a pillow under his head, leaving a new glass of water and the bottle of painkillers on the coffee table for him.

Harley quickly brushes the crumbs from her sandwich off your bed while she thinks you’re not looking. You chuckle, shaking your head as you join her. You leave the shutter doors to your bedroom open, so that you can both keep an eye on Rick and the hyenas.

It takes every bit of willpower to let Harley finish eating the last of her food and not yank her into a hug. An I-thought-you-might-be-dead-for-three-months-straight hug. The moment she swallows the last bite, you take the plate from her and toss it onto the bedside table. When you turn back, she’s the one to clamp her arms around you.

“I missed you.” She says. You feel the discs in your back crack from her squeezing, and you squeeze her right back.

“I didn’t know what happened to you.” You whisper. “I didn’t know where you went.”

“I always weasel my way outta trouble, pumpkin.” She gives you a big kiss on the cheek. You snort when she blows a wet raspberry.

You both collapse back on the bed to hold each other for a while before Harley adds, quietly, “Thanks for opening the door.”

In the morning, you feel Harley detangle herself from you just as the sun crested your curtained windows. You grumbled, trying to cling to her, but she knew just where to tickle you under your arms to get you to relent.

She throws on one of your band t-shirts and a pair of jeans from a drawer you kept some of her things in. She doesn’t accessorize today, so you suspect she meant business. God help anyone in her way when she had serious errands to do. “Be back, sweetums. Keep an eye on meatball over there til I get back?”

You found yourself gulping as she kissed the hyenas goodbye and shut the front door behind her.

The sound of it’s slam startles Rick Flag awake.

Half delirious and sore from head to foot, he shoots up from the couch, eyes flying around in a kind of poorly contained panic.

You jump up. “Hey— Hey, you’re alright.”

Rick looks at you like he doesn’t remember stumbling through your threshold last night— And it’s true. He remembers lying down in the backseat of a pick up truck, something Harley must have hotwired back when they’d started heading North. He remembers a few stops for gas and being thrown a bag of fast food as Harley tore across state lines straight for Gotham.

He remembered climbing a set of stairs— Impossible stairs that took everything out of him— And then stopping at a front door. Your front door.

Rick glances at it behind you as you quickly take a seat on the coffee table in front of him. He remembers that too.

You give him the same unsure, worried expression as last night. And your hand is there again. Without a towel this time, you don’t hesitate as you press your cool hand to Rick’s forehead. His skin is searing. He had sweated through a fevered sleep last night, in and out of it for what seemed like hours.

“Fuck. You’re burning up.” You curse, pulling your hand away. He’d gotten worse, just like you feared.

“Shower.” He ground out—dazed— like he’s in shock. You reel back when he staggers to his feet. He searches your small apartment for the bathroom. You trail after him, flushing when he reaches over his head to yank his tattered shirt right off. You dart your eyes away.

“I— Harley said she was going to try to find you a doctor. Maybe we should wait until—”

“I’ve been wearing this fuckin’ filth for a week, Lady. I’m takin’ a damn shower.”

Fuck. His throat. Rick can hardly speak, his vocal chords still shredded from the yelling, the fighting— The nearly dying.

You worry your bottom lip. Whoever Rick was, he seemed like a man on a mission now. You sigh when the shower starts running— You supposed the least you could do was find some more towels.

You reach your arm into the bathroom when you find one, carefully putting it on the sink as you try to avert your gaze. But you can’t help when you peer through the steam. See the flashes of skin as Rick rubs himself down with the bar of soap in his hand. You swallow— He wasn’t kidding about the filth. He’s covered in blood and grime, and more wounds you couldn’t even see under his clothes.

You leave Rick to his own devices. Pacing around your kitchen, you wondered how long Harley was going to take.

She’d be back soon, right? She wouldn’t just leave you in your apartment with some strange, grumpy man if she didn’t think you couldn’t handle it. You looked at Bruce, knowing that if you called for help he would spring into action. You had that at least.

So, you do the only sensible thing you can manage— You start making breakfast.

With Harley back in your life, all you can think to make is something too sweet.

Chocolate chip pancakes. You make a few big ones with extra rainbow sprinkles added to the mix and set them aside for whenever Harley returned. When you run out of batter, you start scrambling some eggs. You tap the spatula against the pan nervously, glancing back at the bathroom once in a while. Bacon? Should you make some sausage links too? You dip your head into the fridge to see what you have left when you hear a huge clatter. And then a thud.

You ran to the bathroom.

Instead of Rick standing under the spray, you see his cloudy form from behind the frosted shower door, sitting down. In a flash, you slide the door open and shut the water off, prepared to see fresh blood somewhere.

But you don’t.

Rick is sitting there in the tub, staring ahead blankly. You keep your gaze on his face, trying to ignore the rest of his bare form. Which was tough, you’d never admit. Even sitting there, injured and catatonic, he was like a stoic sculpture. You shook your head, your face flushing.

“Rick,” You tried. When he doesn’t respond, you move the shower doors over again so that you can crouch directly near him on the other side. You move your hand to touch his shoulder, but falter in the end. You’re not even sure if you should move him.

You give him a moment. Watch him sit there and stare at the faucet.

“...The fuck am I gonna do now?” He suddenly mutters. He looks up at you then. It startles you, the way he seems more aware than you thought he was.

What the fuck had happened?

Harley didn’t tell you any details last night, and you didn’t ask. All you knew was that whatever took her away from you, it involved Rick Flag too. And now you think this state he’s in isn’t entirely because of his injuries. You’d never seen someone like him looking so lost. Looking at you— a stranger— for answers you couldn’t possibly have.

“I don’t know.” You finally manage, as honestly as you can. Taking the towel, you unfold it and gently pat it around his face still dripping with water. “But I think all you have to do right now is rest, Rick.”

Rick lets you stand him back up, lets you towel him off there in the bathroom. He watches you with an intensity that unnerves you, but you press on, coaxing him out of the tub until he’s wrapping the towel around his waist and following you closely out of the room in a haze.

“Here,” You instruct. You pull the blankets off the bed for him and wait for him to slip under the covers. When he hesitates, you muster a stern look that usually works on Harley. Apparently, it works on Rick Flags too. Towering over you, he brushes past to do as you say.

He settles into your bed awkwardly. You tell him not to move next, that you’ll be right back. From across the apartment, you feel his eyes continue to watch you.

You take a carton of broth out of your kitchen cabinet and pour it into a pot over a new fire. After it warms, you put it all in a big mug and bring it back over to the bed, sitting down on the edge. By the time you’re back, Rick has settled in more, his eyes fighting unconsciousness again as you set the mug on the bedside table.

You check his forehead with the back of your hand this time. Rick seems to stop fighting it then— You watch as he exhales deeply, finally slipping back into something like sleep.

You spend the rest of the morning quietly on your laptop in the living room. You fall down a rabbit hole; You start with searches about big news around the world. You search for anything involving Harley Quinn— Until you find the story about Corto Maltese.

You watch the footage. Read the comments. You follow links until you’re on a website that discusses metahuman conspiracy theories. You search for anything related to Harley again, because you can’t find a damn thing about Rick Flag. There’s clips of Harley hopping from building to building, wielding a giant weapon you don’t even recognize, but you don’t see anyone wearing that ridiculous yellow shirt and combat boots.

By the time your front door swings open again, you’re looking up, bleary-eyed. Golden, dusky light is flowing through your windows now. Jesus. How long had you been sitting in one spot?

Harley is dragging a terrified looking man by the collar into your apartment. She’s holding a gun— Something you have banned time and time again from your home.

You open your mouth, and Harley cuts you off. “Yeah, yeah— I know. It’s not loaded though! Promise.”

“It’s not??” The cowering man whimpers. Harley throws him inside, tossing a large medical bag onto his lap after him.

“Before you get mad, sweetums, I want you to know it took me forever to find this little piece a shit. You wouldn’t believe—”

“Tell me what the Suicide Squad is.” You say, cutting her off right back. You fold your arms as Harley blinks at you. You know you’ve hit the right cord, because she’s making that face— Cringing as she tries to spare you from the gory details of her life.

“Look, hun. You don’t wanna know about that stuff.” She tells you. “You almost fainted when I told you how I got Brucie.”

You huff stubbornly. Of course, she was right. But between the sobbing man on the floor and the comatose man in your bed, you wanted answers. “You got sentenced in Gotham and they sent you to a fucking island in South America. Tell me how that makes sense!”

Harley stares at you, then at the laptop still open on your coffee table. Suddenly, she’s slamming it shut and throwing it out the open window like a fucking frisbee. You hear it land in pieces three stories down on the sidewalk below.

“HARLEEN QUINZEL!” You shrieked.

“LOOK, [Y/N]— You don’t wanna know, alright!” Harley defended, throwing her hands up. “It’s not a big deal!”

“You eviscerated a monster-sized sea creature with a giant toothpick, Harley!”

“It was a javelin, okay!” And it wasn’t exactly from the sea, from what Harley was told after it had been slayed.

“Whatever!”

The two of you were hollering. As you feel the beginnings of a panic attack blooming, the three of you— Harley, you, and the doctor still on the floor— turn toward the bed when a broken groan interrupts your shouting match.

Rick shifts warily in his sleep, drawing his arms out from under the blankets to ease his fever-flushed skin. Harley’s attention whips to the doctor.

“You.” She snaps, pointing the gun at him. “That’s your patient, you got that? You better fix him by the time I get over there in a minute.”

“Fix him? I don’t even know what’s wrong with him yet! And you said that thing isn’t loaded!”

She narrows her eyes. “You think I need some lousy bullets to kill ya with a gun?”

He shutters, though a little confused, and scrambles to his feet. Dragging the medical bag behind him, he gets to work checking over Rick in the other room.

Harley turns back to you. She twists her lips as she tries to think, tries to ease your growing worry.

As much as she liked the look on your face when she told you about her escapades in the beginning, she’d grown to hate doing it now. You were kind— Stupidly kind. And patient. God, you were so nice to her, even when she was teasing the shit out of you. Sure, sometimes you put your foot down— And Harley loved that about you too. She loved you. And she knew that the look on your face right now was nothing compared to what it would be when you found out about the squad. About her stints in Belle Reve— Which she’d never mentioned before. Ever.

Harley approaches you, putting her hands on your shoulders gently. “I promise, [y/n]. You don’t wanna know. Just trust me on this one, okay? I know it’s weird with Flag here ‘n all, but once I get some stuff sorted, you don’t gotta worry about it, alright?”

You exhale, your breath shaking. You reach up to clasp your hands over hers, your head nodding up and down.

“Alright... Fine. Yeah, okay.” You relent. “But you are explaining him eventually.”

“Flag?” She says innocently.

You arch a brow. “I’m not dumb, Harley.”

“Hey, I know you ain’t!” Harley grins. “Alright— So we’ve fucked a few times. But I meant what I said about him savin’ my life and stuff! You know me, pumpkin.”

You did know her. And she was just about as fond of labels as you were. You glance over at Rick.

You and Harley had never been exclusive. Sure, you didn’t date much, even before her. But you never minded what Harley got up to when she wasn’t around you. Sometimes she’d even bring someone over— Someone she knew would get you all hot and bothered— Just to watch you open up and be the person you wanted to be. Harley brought out an adventurous side of you that would have remained untapped, otherwise. Her confidence was contagious. And she had yours, no questions.

So when you saw Rick Flag, giant and muscular and leaning on Harley in your doorway, you weren’t sure what Harley was aiming for. Was she really just helping him out? Or was there a reason she brought him to you in the first place?

“He’s a good guy.” She said beside you, as if reading your mind. “Like, a really good guy. Used to think he was just another rifle totin’ asshole. But it turns out he’s nicer than he thinks he is.”

You chuckled softly at her fond little look. The unease from your day of internet snooping began to unwind from your stomach. Over by the bed, the doctor stood up straight to look at the two of you.

“He’s got an infection.” He announced. “That’s what’s causing the fever. I can give him some antibiotics you’ll need to help him take. Whoever sewed him up did a rough job, but without some x-rays I wouldn’t suggest doing anything about the sutures on his chest until you know what happened.”

Harley rolled her eyes. Meanwhile, you felt like you just might throw up. You sit down while she makes a deal with the man to bring Rick into his practice when he can stand again— Without threatening the doctor’s life from now on. She shoo’d him out the door, shutting it firmly behind him on the way out.

Harley sighed as she plopped down beside you on the couch, her arm wrapping around your shoulders.

“There ya go. All sorted.”

You nodded tiredly. Leaning into her, you rested your head on the back of the couch. “Still have to keep an eye on your boy scout til the fever breaks.”

“Right. About that.” Harley started. You groaned. “Hear me out! They got my apartment when they nabbed me, but they didn’t find my stash of cash. Momma’s still rolling in it, as far as you’re concerned, sweetheart.”

“And?”

“And! I want you to take a few days off with me.” She explained. “A week, maybe two. I get my shit straight again, you stay home and take care of lil Ricky! I missed you, ya know.”

It’s not the plan you expected. Harley was always trying to get you to quit your job at the coffee shop ever since she scored with that group of women she called The Birds. But you always pushed back, always told her that she had her life and you had yours. You knew Harley got a thrill out of treating you to pretty things; So long as they weren’t too expensive, you didn’t mind it either. It’s just not why you loved being with Harley.

But ever since she disappeared, the thought of two weeks with her back was looking pretty nice right now.

Before you can even say yes, Harley can see by the look on your face that she’s won. She cheers gleefully, wrapping you up in another big hug. You shushed her— Reminded her that Flag was practically still in need of an ICU— And then you were silencing her with a deep kiss. Smoothing your thumbs over her cheeks as you kiss her, you make sure to smear some of her lipstick over your own mouth playfully.

When you pulled away, the crime queen was still smiling that smile. The one you were all too familiar with.

You blinked. “Oh no.”

“Heh heh.”

“Nope. Not when someone’s lying right there in my bed, Harley.”

She pushed you over, grinning against your neck as you stifled a laugh. “C’mon, pumpkin. You know you like when someone’s watchin’.”

Your cheeks burned. “Didn’t you steal your car back or something? I feel bad that he’s not even conscious.”

The two of you shoot a strained glance over at Rick as you embrace each other. If he was awake, he made no indication of it. Harley sat back up, her hand gliding up and down your thigh suggestively. You feel that familiar tingle make its way up your arms.

“Alright.” She gave in. “Ya had me at car sex.”

---

So you put in for a two week vacation, arguing with your boss that you’d never taken a day off since you started at that damn shop. You gave a huge finger to him as you walked out the door, just like you know Harley would— Except that you weren’t Harley, so the finger was 100% just in your mind.

With nowhere else to go, Harley shacked up with you when she came home at her odd hours. When she had to lay low, it meant she was more inclined to do the things you did, ie. staying in. You were almost glad to see her irregularly again. Anything was better than when she was gone.

Flag, however, remained on your bed for days. The first thing you set out to do was buy him some clothes— You weren’t going to try shimmying him back into his weird tactical pants and boots. You hoped he was a jeans and v-neck kind of guy.

You’re on your new laptop— Harley lifted you a new one as an apology for the other night— When he finally startles from another troubled dream. His fever had finally broken the day before.

“Shit.” He grumbled, his hand flying through his hair. You make your way over from the kitchen with a mug of water and a blister pack of pills in your hand.

Sitting down beside him, you push some more antibiotics out of the pack and offer them to Rick. He doesn’t move to take them. He stares at you, his brows pinched— Like he’s trying to figure out what he should do. You shake the handful of white pills at him.

“You’re doing a lot better, but you have to keep taking these til they’re out.” You explained gently.

Rick looked around the room, then down at himself. He was wearing a white shirt, and from the waist down under the covers, he could feel a pair of pajama pants on him. “...How long was I out?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. Two, three days.”

“Who dressed me?”

You pressed your lips together, embarrassed.

When Harley got back home the other night and saw what you got him to wear she patted you on the head and snickered.

“Hey, you got ‘im your favorite kinda undies!”

Your cheeks warmed; They’d been doing that a lot lately. You didn’t even notice you’d bought him a pack of black boxer briefs that yes, were the kind you liked to see on men. When she asked why you hadn’t dressed him yet, you got flustered— He’s… naked?

Harley had chortled all the way to the bed, ripping the covers off of Flag unceremoniously. You put your eyes everywhere else but him as you handed her each article of clothing. She slipped them over his sleeping form in a quick minute.

Harley patted your face when she was done as if to say You’re so dang precious, Pumpkin.

“Uh, Harley and I have been making sure you’re recovering alright.” You said now.

Rick eyed the pills for a moment more before that tired, detached expression returned to his face. He plucked them from your hand, dry swallowing them without reaching for the water.

Harley fucking Quinn.

Was she ever not surprising Rick? Perhaps in the fray, when she decided to do exactly the opposite of what he told her to do— That was a predictable brand of chaos Harley was always throwing at him. But going back for him?

It was a fucking miracle the rubble hadn’t crushed him. Harley had followed DuBois halfway to the helicraft before she’d stopped short. Her gut was telling her something. Or was it you? Caring, sympathetic you, talking to her from a million miles away.

He’s still down there, you would have said to Harley. Yeah, you didn’t know who the fuck Rick Flag was, but if you had known— This is how Harley’s brain jumped hoops to justify it— You would have reminded her that he would still be down there. When the other bodies were cleared up and the city tried to rebuild, they weren’t going to lay his remains in the ground. They were going to bulldoze right over him.

The harddrive had been his last legacy. And now that they needed it as leverage against Waller, even that wasn’t going to see the light of day.

Just like Rick. Down there. Alone.

He was half dead when Harley and DuBois topple the last piece of rubble from off of him. Rick was white as a ghost, blood loss and fine debris making him ashen. It takes some coaching from Cleo to get Nanaue to hoist him out of the rest of Jotenheim’s foundations. By the time they all take off from Corto Maltese, Harley’s still not sure it was all worth the effort. But sometimes you saw the bigger picture Harley just didn’t bother with. Sometimes.

It takes half the flight to recover him. And when he wakes he’s still asking about the mission. Through the anesthesia and the now closed up hole in his chest— Rick still wanted to know if the squad had prevailed. It was funny watching his expression as they all tried to explain their big showdown with Starro. But as the adrenaline died away and the reality of what next set in, Harley could see it in Rick’s eyes— He didn’t know yet. Didn’t realize that a mission accomplished wasn’t enough this time. They’d fucked Waller good and hard. And now Rick was in the shit with them.

“Don’t go back there, mate.” DuBois had confided in his friend. He had nothing else to offer the Colonel. He had to worry about getting his daughter out of Louisiana as quickly and quietly as possible the moment they returned. But he hoped it was enough to wake Rick up. “Just don’t.”

Fuck, Rick thinks now. Fucking shit show.

Rick sighs and takes the mug from your hands anyway, gulping it all down in a few swallows.

“So what’s your deal?” Rick asks you, setting it on the table beside you. “You were on a crew with Harley or somethin’?”

“Huh?”

“Harley.” He mutters. “Said she had a contact up here in Gotham. Kinda thought you must have ran together if you’re so willing to take us in.” Or you owed her one. Rick figured that was just as likely.

“No. I mean— I technically have a strike on my driving record for double parking in college... But I don’t have a car anymore so it’s kind of a moot point.” You replied. Babbled, really. You weren’t expecting a conversation. Taking the dirty dishes off the nightstand, you hurried over to the kitchen to put some distance between the two of you.

Rick lets you fret from the other side of the room. He glances around at your fluttering white curtains in the meantime, your bookshelves decorated with trinkets and baubles. He notes the pots and pots of house plants in every corner. If the pastel pink rug set he can see from the bathroom floor isn’t enough of an indication, the framed photo of you and Harley beside the nightstand clock is. He puts it all together.

This wasn’t a safehouse. This was your house.

Rick pulls the blankets off, biting back a grunt as the motion pulls at his chest. He’s searching for something to wear— Something that wasn’t what appeared to be Superman printed sweatpants currently hanging off his hips. He finds his boots tossed into a corner, bending down carefully to snatch them up. He sways when he stands, cursing under his breath.

“Hey, wait! What are you doing?”

“‘Preciate the hospitality. Think I’m good now.” He said to you curtly.

It was hard to take him seriously when he was literally winded just from trying to slip on the pair of jeans you’d laid out on the bed. You scowled. Meeting him at the door, you dared to put yourself between him and his exit.

“You’re joking, right?” You snapped. Rick straightened to his full height, glowering down at you.

“You got me on my feet. I can handle the rest from here.” It’s a shitty farewell, and not one you’re going to accept. You move in his way again as he reaches for the doorknob, folding your arms over your chest. Rick scoffs, arching a brow at your sudden attitude.

When he reaches for the door a third time, you bat his hand away, and Rick is placing his grasp on both of your arms firmly.

“Listen, Lady. I don’t know how much Harley told you, but I’ve got some shit to sort out.”

Your heart is in your throat. You don’t know how angry he’ll get when you push back again. But Harley left you in charge of this bonehead, and you weren’t going to let him walk out that door.

“I get it.” You shrugged, unmoving. Your eyes dart down pointedly to his shirt. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s more important than that.”

Rick’s bid at intimidation falters when he follows your gaze, another curse slipping out when he sees it— A blossom of red, slowly spreading from the dead middle of his chest. It soaks his shirt, unmistakable. He steps back and yanks the white cotton away from his skin. “Shit.”

“I know you people are all about getting the fuck out of town whenever you feel like it, but I don’t think you’re going anywhere til I take you to get that patched up.” You said.

It wasn’t checkmate, but it was enough to get Rick to stop moving around. He stares down at his own chest, that glassy look washing over him again. You almost expect him to collapse the way he’s staggering away from you, his legs backing into the sofa. He falls down into the cushion, his hands flopping onto his thighs.

You give him a moment. When he doesn’t move, you cross the room, sitting carefully beside him on the other half of the couch. Hesitantly, you reach out your arm, brushing your fingers over the hair above his ear to smooth the locks there.

Rick blinks up at you, his eyes widening. Because it’s not an unfamiliar touch. Far from it.

He recalls now, as sleep had come and went, how you’d been doing that all weekend. If he closed his eyes, he could remember the feeling of your weight dipping the bed beside him, your hand checking his forehead habitually again and again. It began to move after a while— Across his temples, down the back of his head. The feeling of finger nails combing the soft hairs patiently at the nape of his neck.

The skin around Rick’s throat and shoulders prickle at the sensation of your fingertips gently combing through his hair again now— The memory of a fever, and of being cared for. ‘All you have to do right now is rest.’

Rick sizes you up again there beside him. The scrutiny makes your touch shy away from him.

Still, you take a breath. You look at Rick squarely. “You’re not overstaying your welcome. I really don’t have any idea what it’s like.” You admit. “But I’ve known Harley long enough. If she says you’re safe here, then you’re safe here.”

“...Who are you?”

You shrugged then, extending your hand. “[Y/n] [Y/l/n]. Nice to meet you, Rick.”

Rick takes your grip firmly in his, calloused fingers grazing your soft ones. He cracks the hint of a smile then— The first expression you’ve ever seen on him that doesn’t leave those deep, worried lines around his face.

It thrills you to see it. You think about how you’d doubledown, say yes to this arrangement with Harley three times over just to see it again. You don’t know where the thought comes from, only that it’s the truth.

---

Rick doesn’t just need x-rays and a few more stitches. He needs corrective surgery and months to recover. You bite your nails while Harley argues— threatens— the malpracticing doctor some more at his skeevy little facility. You didn’t normally tag along with Harley on her criminal adventures, but she needed help getting Rick on his feet and staying on his feet.

His asking price is enough to make your eyes widen. And when he points out that making him nervous while he’s got a scalpel hovering over Rick’s heart might be a bad idea, you have to hold Harley back by the waist to keep her from pummeling the small man.

You take Harley aside, ask her what she’s willing to do for Rick’s sake. She sighs, annoyed. Like you two were budgeting for groceries and not bargaining for someone’s life. Crossing her arms, she went back to the doctor a little calmer now.

Fine, she’d pay a pretty penny to keep seeing Rick’s pretty face. At the rate she was bouncing back in Gotham, she’d be making enough dough to fund her own damn charity. Not that she would. (Although, the Harley Quinn Foundation for Hotties In Need of Surgery felt like a pretty solid untapped well of opportunity, in her opinion).

Rick comes back home a little weak again, but with his ticker intact and good as new. You feel overwhelmed that Rick seems to be back at square one; You go back to bringing him things to eat in bed, and Harley brings home a large inflatable pool float in the shape of an ice cream sandwich for the two of you to sleep on in the meantime. But she’s so damn happy about the way things turned out.

And okay, you’re pretty happy Rick’s recovering well too.

When you have to go back to work again, you make the decision to take less hours so you can be home for Harley and Rick. You start to feel comfortable whenever she leaves you with him. She was right. As apprehensive as he had been about taking over such a large space in your home, he was never rude about it again.

And Rick has a way of getting you to open up. His questions don’t feel like prying or pulling teeth. He’s bed-ridden, and still a little sullen about it. You realize he’s trying to keep his mind off of the shit that’s out of his hands at the moment. You set your tablet or book down to give him your full attention, and he listens. Like he’s really interested in all the coffee slinging and tv watching and Harley wrangling.

“So. You two are…?” He trails off one day, sitting up in your bed.

He got sick of watching the television after the first three or four days he could get up and move around. You offered him a few books, and he winds up reading some thrillers about government espionage and spy games. You bite back a smile as Rick reads them throughout his days, chuckling or snorting every once in a while— Like he’s reading something funny. It must seem funny to him, you think. His world laid out in inaccurate fiction.

You pause the show on your laptop this time, glancing up at him from your spot on the couch. He waits for you to answer without more preamble.

He’s got an idea. You and Harley don’t just share a bed whenever she’s home. You’re not just friends. He’s woken up before daybreak— His usual routine without any of the working out or working in general now. It’s a habit he can’t break. Not after years and years of never wasting daylight.

He’s seen the two of you. One big bundle under mounds of covers. Harley tends to hold you like a koala bear, and you like to fall asleep combing your hand through her long locks. And he’s heard the two of you; You’ve still insisted on not messing around with Rick in the apartment recovering. But the soft sound of a kiss every once in a while in the night doesn’t escape him.

Rick doesn’t have a problem with it of course. But he does wonder if you know— If you’re aware of Harley and him. He’s thought better than to mention it to his host, in case you somehow weren’t conscious of Harley’s more open nature.

You give it some thought, running your fingers over the keys without pressing down. You shrugged. “We’re together when we’re together.” It’s how you put it now; You’re tired of trying to explain it to other people. But Rick nods thoughtfully, considering your answer.

“You know how she is.” You add. And he quirks a brow, looking over at you again. You can’t stop the knowing smile from spreading.

He chuckles. “Can’t tie Harley Quinn down.”

“Unless she asks nicely.”

The look on Rick’s face sends you over the edge, your smile splitting into a wide grin.

In another week, Harley comes home again. She’s delighted to see Rick up and moving and aware again. She crashes into his lap, much to your horror for his health, and planted a big kiss in his hair.

As you cooked up some solid food for dinner, you giggled to yourself while Harley and Rick shot the shit— He had a sailor’s mouth just as terrible as Harley’s. And though you knew some of the things they skirted around, The squad, The mission— were left vague for your sake, you enjoyed the way they both seemed to cheer each other up.

Rick insists on taking the couch now that he’s not so ill. It’s far too small for him, comically so. Harley points out that the bed is big enough for all three of you, but when a dire look of uncertainty crosses your features, Rick waves her off.

“It’s no problem, [y/n].” He’s slept in far worse places.

You shake your head. “No way. I’d rather just bring another mattress in here if that’s what it takes.”

“Hey, that ain’t a bad idea! The sandwich was fun the first night but I think I jabbed a hole in it at some point.” Harley considered.

“You did. With that weird studded belt I told you to take off.” You chided her.

“Nag, nag, nag.” She stuck her tongue out at you and you rolled your eyes. Turning to Rick, Harley rested her head in her arm against the back of the couch. “What d’ya think, Colonel? Bunk beds?”

Rick humbly shook his head. “Whatever’s right for you.”

The blonde smirked, reaching up to take his chin in her hand. “You ever get tired of cowing that handsome head of yours down, Flag?”

You didn’t think it was an awful dig, but Rick doesn’t seem to see the humor in it. You purse your lips a little, nudging Harley with your foot. You’re on a chair beside the coffee table, with Rick and Harley on the couch.

“Play nice.” You scold.

Harley gives you a challenging look, still holding Rick’s chin. “Play nice, huh?”

And before you know it, she’s pressing her lips to Rick’s in a long, heated kiss. You watch Rick’s hands fly up, though they don’t rest anywhere on Harley. After a moment, he seems to realize where he is again, and abruptly pulls away.

“Harley.” He warns, eyes flashing over at you. And his tone sends a jolt up the crime queen’s spine. She beams diabolically. Taking her thumb, she smears some of her lipstick off his parted bottom lip.

You’re in your chair, watching as Harley shoots you a look from over her shoulder. Rick looks at you too, the warning bells that he’s crossed a line in your home seem to be going off behind his eyes. You suck in a sharp breath.

Christ. They’re waiting for you to say something, but all you can really think about is how Harley’s edged her way onto Rick’s lap again, that hand still gripping his chin. How Rick’s fingers hover just above Harley’s skin, when all you really want is to see them digging them into her hips.

“You know what!” Harley suddenly said, breaking the silence. She slaps Rick’s shoulders, bounding off of him. Rick grunts at the action, bewildered. She gives you a little pinch on the shoulder as she makes a beeline for the coat rack by your front door. “Just remembered I forgot to grab a carton of cigs on the way home.”

“You don’t smoke cigarettes.” You replied, a little dazed.

She shrugged herself into a denim jacket with a big iron-on patch of her derby team on the back, then she turned and aimed a shrug at you. “Back in a jiff.” She hollered, and plunged the apartment into silence.

“[Y/n],” Rick started. You ignore the beginnings of an explanation, stacking up the dinner plates on the coffee table and taking them over to the kitchen. You hear Rick ease off the couch and follow you.

“I don’t know how much Harley’s told you about her ‘n me...”

He trails off, stopping a few steps away. You’ve turned around at the sink, leaning back to get a good look at Rick Flag.

His brow furrows.

The look on your face doesn’t scream mad. Or even irritated. In fact, Rick watches your eyes drift downward, down the long hard lines of Rick’s chest and arms. You pull your bottom lip into your mouth as you bite it gently. And when you glance back up at Rick’s face, it’s clear he’s picking up what you’re putting down. What Harley put down a few moments ago, when she sealed your attraction to Rick Flag with a kiss.

You push off the counter and right into Rick, his arms catching you as you take his face in your hands. You make sure not to touch his chest as you lean up, crashing your lips to his hungrily, almost clumsily. A low sound leaves Rick’s throat. He slides his hands over your back, letting them come to rest on your waist as he kisses you back with same fervor.

You pull away abruptly. “Bed.”

“You sure you—?”

“Bed.”

You tug him by the arm, tug him until you’re pushing him down onto the blankets and crawling on top of him. As you shift to seat yourself on Rick’s upper thighs, you feel the hardening length that’s growing between his legs.

Because fuck— Rick’s been bored, anxious, and in pain for nearly two weeks. He’s been sleeping in your bed, smelling your pillow; He’s been hearing you and Harley under your sheets from across the room most nights, trying his best not to picture anything untoward. You’d taken him in, and he was still trying not to overstep.

But you’ve been wanting him to. Ever since he’d started speaking and moving around. You glimpsed him shuffling around your house— How fucking hot he looked just sitting there reading a damn book. Not to mention his past history with Harley. She’d already teased you about it.

“You picture the two of us together yet?” She’d asked a few nights ago as the two of you sat in her car drinking milkshakes. There was a third one melting in the cup holder for Rick as Harley painted the picture for you. Your panties had gotten wet just thinking about Harley and Rick out in the middle of some desert or jungle, rutting it out against a tree. You squeezed your thighs together, whimpering when Harley reached down and pushed her fingers between them.

Now, you felt slickness return. You moved on top of Rick— You weren’t going to let him get too physical with his heart. You frame his head with your elbows as you lean down to capture his lips again. Rick slips his strong hands beneath the hem of your shirt, drawing it up as he pulls the fabric over your head. You lean back to unclip your bra, slip it off in one motion as you stare down at him.

Rick’s cock twitches in his pants. Whatever your dynamic was with Harley, he was starting to see the appeal. You make easy work of the drawstring at his waist, your hand moving down to grasp his stiffening length from inside his briefs. Rick arches a little, inhaling sharply.

By the time Harley Quinn comes back from her ‘cigarette run’, you’re fucking Rick Flag like he hasn’t been fucked in a long time. — Which is the honest to god truth. You roll your hips atop him eagerly, meeting his hard thrusts as he fucks your soaked pussy. You throw your head back as he digs his nails into the flesh at your waist. You place your hands over his, keeping them there while you bounce on his cock.

“Fuck. Fuckin’ hell, [Y/n]. That’s it.” Rick picks up quickly how you keen at his words; His voice sends your pulse shooting straight up— That deep drawl that gets rougher the more he groans against your neck driving you crazy.

Harley flops onto the couch, all smiles. She’s got a twizzler hanging between her teeth, the plastic bag of candy and soda and chips making a sound as it hits the floor, but neither of you notice. Your ears are too full of the sound of Rick’s breathing, his ragged panting as he trails his lips across your breasts.

“Rick- Rick-,” You feel yourself tipping towards a climax. You’d do anything to come with Rick inside you like this, your pussy moulding around his girth, white hot.

“Shit, you’re gonna fuckin’ come for me aren’t you, baby?”

You whine as he picks up the pace, knees bending for more purchase over the sheets so he can fuck up into you harder. You jump when Rick’s hand comes up to slap your ass.

“I’m— I—” Your back bows taut as it washes over you, your walls clenching around Rick. Your hips snap on their own accord now, your grip on his hands tightening. You can tell by the way Rick’s hips are suddenly bucking and stuttering that he’s reached the same peak. He groans as he leans up to kiss your throat, hands prying themselves from yours to wrap around your middle as your breathing slows.

“Fuck...” Rick says, panting and spent. Then: “—Fuck! Shit, Harley!”

Harley bursts into her little cackle, bouncing happily. She was content to watch the two of you like she was watching two puppies at play. Sighing dreamily, she stood up, coming over to the bed. Rick doesn’t know what to do with himself as she plops down onto the mattress. His hands move to cover your bare back, but then he seems to realize that doesn’t make sense— It’s nothing Harley hasn’t seen before— But you smile at the gesture nonetheless.

You wrap your arms around Rick’s shoulders, your fingers smoothing back the tousled, sweaty hair that was pressed into the pillow a moment ago. Harley stretches out beside the two of you, propping her head up in her hand.

“This okay?” You ask Rick before Harley can tease him anymore.

Rick looks at the two of you, brows pinching together. He doesn’t know what the fuck he’s supposed to discern. But between his life being over and you just giving him a damn good ride, he supposed it could be worse.

“...Yeah.”  He finally says. “If it’s all good with you.”

“Good!” Harley grins. She shoots up to plant a kiss on his cheek bone, then moves to do the same to you. “‘Cuz somebody’s finishing me off next. I’m burnin’ up over here.”

---

You didn’t like to fret over labels, but as the months passed, you were beginning to wonder what this was.

Rick gets better. Some nights the three of you do end up sharing the same bed. And when Harley’s gone, you come to feel safe being in Rick’s arms at night too.

On good nights, you drifted off to sleep with the sound of two heartbeats and two breaths making you feel warm and safe on either side. On better nights you’d feel Rick’s big, rough hands, or Harley slender deft ones, slide over your hips and stir you pleasantly from slumber until they had you pinned and wanting more.

The dynamic between the three of you got more complex as the weeks went on. Harley and Rick had their history together, apparently dating back years. And you had your way of disarming them, of asking them with genuine curiosity about the things they hardly ever thought about anymore; Of childhoods and firsts and what life was like for them when it wasn’t all gunfire and smoke screens.

Rick couldn’t remember the last time he had a conversation that wasn’t briefings or comparing scars. It was… refreshing, the way Harley also seemed to leave shop talk at the door. It always eased the tension he held in his bones— The nagging thought in the back of his head that his old life was gone whenever he remembered what was outside these four walls.

So, Harley brought in the money, and you made the meals. Rick began to take care of the two of you in his own ways too— He found himself mediating when Harley was being too reckless, or when you became too beside yourself with worry when she got too reckless. Tie breakers were always a cinch now with three of you there.

He learned a lot about you intimately too. Harley was a wild card through and through, down for anything that the three of you put on the table. You were a little more shy about what you wanted to try; Rick found that you lost your inhibitions when he and Harley praised you in the bedroom, coaxing you into letting go a little more every time.

They both enjoyed making you fall apart into little, mewling pieces, your face flushing red hot as they both teased and worked you until you were an unraveled mess. And you liked to care for the two of them; When you topped one or both of them, your aftercare was sometimes more intimate than the fucking— Something neither Rick nor Harley ever seemed to get used to. To allow themselves to get used to.

Your coy nature had shown Harley that Rick was ever the gentleman in bed— Always a giver. She took it upon herself to push the boundary sometimes. Sometimes her brattiness would come forth, and a rougher, more dominant Rick would come out. Harley wasn’t content until Rick had her begging and screaming. It made you breathless, the way Rick would take control and order Harley around.

He wasn’t used to being with two people so often. But you and Harley never ran out of ideas. Or positions. When you had asked him if he was content with being included in this… circle of yours, Rick Flag didn’t expect to feel like such a major piece of it.

One night, after the three of you were finished and lying there, you drifted in and out of sleep to find Rick staring at you. Harley snored softly in your ear, her arms wrapped around you painfully tight, even in sleep.

“Where’d you come from?” He asks quietly, wrapping a lock of your hair around his finger. You nose at his palm until he’s cupping your face, smiling.

“I always meant to ask you the same thing.”

---

But eventually— Inevitably— Rick heals up well enough that you can tell what he’s thinking about: What he’s going to do now. He ventures out into Gotham once or twice, returning home sullen when he doesn’t seem to find the answers he’s looking for. You try to go about your days, try not to prod. You don’t have any advice for him. Not concerning this. Harley offers to give him something to do when she’s out and about; He’s ready for something— But he’s not ready for a life of crime.

Harley refuses to sit down when Rick asks the three of you to all have a seat at the table. He doesn’t have to say it. The three of you are synced enough to know what this is about. You’re sad about it, but you’re not going to stop someone who wants to be free. Harley on the other hand might just combust.

“You’re goin’ back.” She spits— Like Rick Flag is the dumbest fuckin’ moron who ever lived.

“I’ve got some contacts I have to touch base with down south. After that, don’t know what I’ll do.”

It doesn’t sound like a plan that involves you or Harley. You sit there quietly, feeling the tendrils of their dark, violent world muddying up the little home you’ve made with them.

“Say something, Pumpkin! Tell him he’s being a fuckin’ idiot.”

You lift one shoulder only to let it drop. Avoiding Rick’s gaze, you fiddle with the glass of water between your palms. “He didn’t exactly get a say in the way things ended.” You tried to reason. Harley scoffs. You do nothing when she kicks the table.

They had told you about what happened in Corto Maltese. In bed, tangled together, the two of them told you about Waller’s betrayal, about why Harley was there in the first place. You do your best to listen about the experiments. The Thinker’s thirty plus years of work. They try to sugarcoat it for you, but you shake your head— You need to know about this one. Rick stares at the ceiling as Harley fills in the blanks about Starro.

And as much awe as you feel, being sandwiched between two absolute badasses, you still have to keep from tearing up when Harley tells you she wanted to do good this time. Wanted to be good. They didn’t have to turn back and defend the city. They chose to. You wanted to meet the rest of this squad that banded together— who pulled Rick out of the rubble even when they thought it was too late.

You slept in a heap that night, unable to let each other go. You didn’t want to call the three of you something you weren’t, for reasons just like the one that was happening right now.

“Well here’s me sayin’ I told you so when Waller drags you back to her little base and puts a chip in your neck, Flag.” Harley says with a tone of finality. House meeting over. You flinch as she slams the front door on her way out.

The touch of Rick’s hand on your shoulder doesn’t give you the warmth you wished it would.

“I’ll be back.” Rick murmurs. But he’s packed a bag for the long haul. You stare ahead, feeling far away from yourself.

Then he’s gone too.

It feels like hours before you move from your seat. You curl up on the couch, alone, unable to lie down on the bed without anyone there with you. You listen to the hyenas snore at your feet until you drift off into troubled sleep, wondering how you could have let this broken feeling happen to you.

---

You were going to kill her.

You weren’t. But you were.

You were going to kill Harley Quinn because summer in Gotham turned you into a sweating, crazy mess— and Harley’s convertible top wasn’t just down. It was gone. Blown off somewhere on the city freeway during a car chase Harley forgot to mention. You mourn as you wait for her to get back to the car, the air conditioner pointless without a roof at the moment.

You drum your fingers on the wheel.

A season had passed since Rick disappeared. You reconciled with the way Harley had left you alone for about a week before she came back with a sincere apology. You apologized too, for not saying something when Harley had asked you to.

It had hit you harder than you expected, considering you’d only known Rick for a few months. But in that time, you had spent so much of it getting to know him, of getting to know Rick and Harley together that it felt like it was ripped from you when you didn’t know you were even holding it tight.

And you hated feeling helpless. Hated how Harley and Rick seemed so strong, while you weren’t.

So you’d gotten bolder since Rick left. You asked Harley if you could dip your toe in some of her more… daring hobbies. Harley lit up like a Christmas tree when she asked if you wanted to come with her to rough up some fuckers that tried to sabotage one of her recent freelance jobs. Sure, you told her you’d wait in the car— But it was a start. Especially for you.

You kept your eyes on your mirrors, and stayed vigilant about who passed by the building Harley was still inside of.

You can’t resist looking at the clock again; When Harley Quinn tells you she’ll be ten minutes, you know it’ll be anywhere between then and forty on a good day. But an hour was turning into an hour and a half, your shady parking spot on the street now exposed to the afternoon sun. You contemplate getting out of the car— the one thing she told you not to do.

Before you can make a decision, you hear the distant bang! of a door slamming open  and the hurried sprinting of Harley booking it down the back alley right for you. You gasp, putting the car into drive; You slam on the gas as Harley flings herself into the backseat telling you to go, go, go with glee.

You drive through the streets of Gotham a little better and a little faster everyday. Harley was teaching you how to drive— Not better per say— but certainly with less fear. You began anticipating the rush of losing whoever was on your tail, of flying through the streets with the reckless abandon you never thought you were capable of.

You park the car in a garage far away from prying eyes, walking back home arm in arm happily. When you get back home, you babble about how exciting it felt to get away again.

Harley plops down onto the sofa as you claw your way through the fridge, starving.

“I can find an auto shop to fix the roof next time, what do you think?” You say, sticking your head in the freezer to cool off for a second. When you don’t receive a reply, you arch a brow at her. “Harley?”

She’s looking at you, and not looking at you. You’ve come to understand that sometimes Harley hashed things out in her head— Something about her conscience at occasional odds with herself. She blinks, eyeing you with more scrutiny.

“Hey, sweetums?” She suddenly said. Uh oh.

Smiling a little, you made your way back over to her, handing her a cold can of soda. You popped the tab on your own as you took a seat. “Yeah, Harley?”

She shifted to face you, crossing her long legs. “You know I love you comin’ with me and all.”

Uh oh.

“But…?” You said.

“But… I was wonderin’, you know this stuff is illegal, right? I’m not havin’ business meetings with upstandin’ citizens, ya know?”

Harley never treated you like you were stupid, so you wondered what she was trying to hint at.

“I know that.” You frowned a little. “What about it?”

Harley sighs, smiling at you like you dropped outta heaven and right into her lap.

She’s had daydreams about the two of you rockin’ badass outfits, kicking ass and taking names together. But even those imaginary dreams slipped when Harley thought about who you really were. You were kind, and strong, and empathetic; When Harley tried to picture you with a gun or a tire iron in your hands, she found she didn’t want to. It was like imagining Batman’s suit in pastel pink. Not that Harley didn’t love that either. It just didn’t sit right.

“Are you sure you’re alright with this, pumpkin? Luck’s been good to me lately. But it ain’t always easy getaways. I know you know there’s a glock in the gun compartment—”

“— Glove compartment.”

“See! That’s what I’m talkin’ about. You can’t even talk about guns. What if I need you to pick one up one day? What are you gonna do about it, hun? What about when the bad guys come out shootin’?”

You feel your high from the day fizzle out.

“I… I don’t know...”

You definitely weren’t pouting now.

Harley’s face twists sympathetically as she sets the soda down. She reaches to grasp both your shoulders. “I love you, Pumpkin. And… you’re kinda the first person I’ve loved in awhile who isn’t already down to curb stomp someone when they need to, ya know?”

You want to protest, but the image of smashing someone’s teeth against a cement edge makes you turn a little green. Okay, fine. Maybe she had a point.

“So… You don’t want me coming with you anymore?”

Harley makes a grumbly sound as she presses her lips together, because she definitely does love you tagging along. But inside, the Dr. Harleen Quinnzel side of her—the side that pointed out that if you continued, you might be the one to wind up on a curb— was shaking her head firmly.

“Maybe we’ll just… lay low for a while, alright? Consider that the last job I have sorted this month.” She offered.

You can see she’s trying so hard to be delicate. You relent with a disappointed but understanding sigh.

“Okay. I guess that gives me time to get the car fixed.” Then, you frown again. “Wait— Lay low? Why lay low?”

Harley has already perked back up, taking the open can from your hand and slamming it back with a few glugs. She burps loudly.

“Don’t worry about it, pumpkin. It’s all taken care of.”

It’s a lie that comes back to bite both of you, hard.

The summer continued, and the two of you needed reasons to leave the apartment. The air conditioner did it’s best, but it was nothing against the rising temperature in the city. You found new ice cream and coffee places to try, bookstores to mingle in, and movie houses to rewatch old classics.

The heat also seemed to make Harley extra horny. —She loved pinching your asscheeks in your short denim shorts and light colored t-shirts. Harley was fond of crop tops, and you had to admit you loved how she embraced being half naked in the heat. The two of you shared a large soda and popcorn as you watched an old black and white film up in the balcony seats of a picture palace. You appreciated the story, but when Harley’s hand inches over your bare thigh, you had no problem turning your gaze away from the screen.

She’s unzipping her shorts teasingly, slipping down into her seat. You glance around, noting there’s not another soul around up in the bleeders. You bite back a grin and lean over, capturing her lips in yours, tasting the salty sweet mix of red vines and popcorn.

You have your hand halfway down her pants when a voice that wasn’t some old timey starlet suddenly fills the large room.

“Public displays of affection! Romantic.” Harley yanks away from you, nearly making you fall into her lap. You blink, seeing her sudden fury and a flash of fear.

“Pumpkin. I need you to get down and start crawlin’ okay?”

“I—”

You gasp as Harley shoves you onto the sticky floor, the rapid fire of an automated gun tearing through the theater. There are a few screams down below, but all the bullets seemed to be aimed right at the two of you. You see Harley do a backflip over the seats, drawing the fire away from where you just were. Without thinking, you do as she said, hurrying to from the center of the balcony to the far edge.

A flurry of cushion stuffing and smoke filled the air, and you wanted to call out to her. But she was moving, fast, disappearing up the stairs and back out through the upper lobby. From your hiding place, you peer down to look at who had ruined your day.

You startle silently when you see a head of acid green hair and a pale, tattooed face from all the way down in front of the screen.

“Bring her back to the pier.”

“Warm or cold, Boss?”

You shiver when his laugh echoes off the walls.

---

Shit, fuck, fucking, shit.

What were you doing?

This was really just a case of not getting to know Harley’s other friends like you kept telling yourself you would. If you had, you wouldn’t be here alone. You’d be here with the Birds, or with Poison Ivy or something. You crouched behind a wall just outside where they were keeping Harley, knowing full well you were about to do something so unbelievable stupid.

The gun in your hand is heavy, unnatural. It’s bizarre how real it feels. Harley bothered to show you how one works, but you still hold it like it might jump and bite you at any moment.

You really hoped you werent too late. You don’t know what you would do if you were too late.

Inside, Harley came to, her head spinning. She’s tied to a concrete pillar standing up, which is a lot better than hanging from the ceiling by her ankles over a shark tank— Or not waking up at all.

She’s already thinking six ways to Sunday how to get herself out of this one by the time the grunts around her realize she’s awake. Harley notes that one clown in particular is not present. She huffs when the others finally notice her looking around.

“Hiya, boys.”

“Harley.” One of them says gruffly.

“Is this about last month? I honestly didn’t know I was encroachin’ on your territory, fellas.” She says with a shrug. “Not that I give a shit.”

“Boss says you doin’ business anywhere in this city isn’t gonna happen anymore.”

“Good! Sounds like I’m finally bein’ taken seriously.” She grinned. The slap that meets her face rings out across the dilapidated building. Harley hears the twitter of birds around her head as she shakes herself back to reality. She sniffs. “Look, this was fun ‘n all, but ya kinda interrupted me in the middle of a date, so I’m gonna have to get back soon.”

Harley doesn’t like the laugh that passes between all of them.

“Your girlfriend?” One of them says. “I’m sure we’ll have to go out and look for her soon too.”

Harley takes a deep breath. Meanwhile, her arms twist minutely as she begins wriggling her way out of her bindings. “Wouldn’t do that. Really wouldn’t.” She grinds out.

The grunt who backhanded her steps away from a table full of shining, pretty tools. She’s almost flattered they’re going to use new ones to toture her and not the rusty ones she was expecting to catch another bout of tetanus from.

“Oh yeah?”

The ropes around Harley’s chest and arms are almost loose enough to slip out of when a figure steps from behind a distant pillar. Harley Quinn’s stomach drops when she sees you standing there.

“You don’t have to, anyway.” You say, holding the gun at your side.

It’s enough of a distraction. Harley drops out of her bindings, already tackling the nearest genius within spitting distance. She’s halfway to the table with sharp objects when a shot rings out. Harley looks up at you, only to see it’s not you who's fired.

Another shot, and another one of Joker’s men is downed.

Harley’s not complaining. She continues to the table, leaping over it and taking a heavy wrench with her. In a matter of minutes, between the gunshots and Harley pummeling every grunt she can, the entire room gets cleared.

You stand in the same spot you were in— Swaying a little dizzily now. You gladly drop the gun from your hand when Harley rushes over to you, lifting your feet off the ground in a big hug.

“Sweetums! You came to save me!” Not that she needed it, you want to point out. But you had made the gesture— You loved her too much not to.

You cleared your throat as she set you down. “We uh, we came to save you.” You finally correct. Harley’s brows pinch, her eyes narrowing. She whips around.

She doesn’t expect the mask. He’s wearing a coat with a hood, and in this sweltering heat, Harley hopes that Rick is burning up beneath it. The mask fully covers his face, leaving no trace of his identity. But the two of you can tell— By the way he’s walking toward you, the way he holds his rifle over his shoulder— Rick Flag is standing right in front of you.

“I called him.” You breathed, your heart still pounding.

She folds her arms, sizes the ex-Colonel up and down for a moment.

“Hmph.” Is all Harley says before she’s turning on her heel and leaving the hideout.

The Three of you return to the apartment in silence. Rick’s taken off his mask, the front locks of his hair indeed plastered to his forehead from the balmy Gotham weather. You drive the convertible, pretending to listen to the music playing. Of course, you’re more preoccupied with the tension that’s threatening to swallow you all whole. Your eyes flash beside you, to Harley in the passenger seat, and to Rick in the rearview, sitting in the backseat.

You enter the apartment the same way. Harley heads straight for the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Rick trails into the kitchen after you, opening up your fridge and knowing exactly where you kept the bottled water. He chugs it like he hasn’t had a drink in days, some of it spilling down his stubbled chin and the front of his kevlar vest.

You’d always had his number, taped there to the freezer door. You kept yourself from calling him everyday. He wanted space, so he got it. Rick picked up immediately when you called him in your panic, your hyperventilating driving him to drop what he was doing and head straight for Gotham.

What he had been doing… Well, you had an idea. His gear is clearly custom made— The exact opposite of what Harley tended to wear. He looked like a proper vigilante, like Huntress, or Nightwing.  And as much as you were dreading three of you having a talk, you had to admit, you didn’t mind the view right about now.

Rick arches a brow at you from across the kitchen. You rolled your eyes, a smile lifting the corners of your mouth.

“Didn’t have time to pack your summer suit?”

It’s Rick’s turn to crack a smile. It hangs there, a little lopsided, sending your stomach into flips. “Only got the one so far.”

So far.

So this was the path Rick was taking. You nod and accept the water bottle being passed to you. “You look good.”

When Harley’s done with her shower, she and Rick wordlessly switch places, Rick closing the bathroom door behind him while Harley hops to sit on the kitchen table. She kicks her legs sulkily, her mascara still clouding the rims of her eyes in smoky smears. You dab a little makeup remover onto a cotton pad and wedge yourself between Harley’s legs. Wiping the last of her makeup off, you tilt her chin over to look at you.

“What’cha thinking, Quinn?” You ask.

She shrugs.

You lean in, pressing a chaste kiss to Harley’s lips. She closes her eyes, though her own lips don’t move to meet yours. You shift, pressing another to her cheek, then another to the heart tattooed under her eye. You keep kissing her face until she’s cracking up, her shoulders shaking as she snorts.

“You scared me back there.” You whisper, taking her hands in yours. You marvel at the way Harley Quinn can do so much damage with her hands, and still hold yours so gently.

“What, with the silent treatment?”

You chuckle. “With the getting taken dead or alive.”

“I told ya. Your Harley’s got bad luck days too.”

You smile, shaking your head. She quirks a dark brow at you. “What?”

“My Harley.” You repeat.

She grins as you plant a kiss on her neck, your teeth snagging on her skin in a playful bite. Harley makes a happy sound, her arms finally reaching to draw you closer to her. You slot yourself flush to Harley.

“I think.” You start, still peppering kisses along her bare collarbone. The fluffy robe she’s wearing slips off her slender shoulder, allowing you to nip across her skin some more. “You could use a massage.”

Her pale skin is covered in bruises when you remove the rest of her robe on the bed. Between the theater and the pier, they must have walloped her good. You kiss each one you find, your tongue laving over each dark, purple welt. Harley moans when you suck at a particularly swollen mark just above her naval. You grin, blowing a raspberry on the skin there.

Harley’s laughter makes you feel better. You also feel a stroke of fire in your belly when her legs come up to clamp around your shoulders dexterously. You nuzzle at her inner thigh, biting her until she’s writhing and tugging at your hair with her fingers. You oblige her, moving further up to press an open-mouth kiss right to her clit until she’s sighing and falling back down onto the bed. You hollow your cheeks, sucking on the swelling nub until the wetness at her entrance spreads down her folds.

By the time Rick is exiting the bathroom, a towel running through his hair, he sees the two of you sitting up, both naked on the bed.

You’re sat behind Harley, your hands working out the kinks that always built up between her shoulders. Her head lolls around, raglike, moans leaving her in a constant string. Between her thighs, Harley is fingering herself, her hand moving in time with your careful ministrations at her back. Harley bites her lip and she finally pries her eyes open to look at Rick standing there, his clothes still on the bathroom floor in a pile next to Harley’s.

“You still mad at me?” He has the nerve to say with a smirk. Harley scowls.

“You’re lucky you looked so hot in that stupid get-up.” She grumbles, and it earns a giggle from you behind her.

The scar on his chest has healed over, the harsh redness when you first met him faded to something paler— something less painful. His hair has grown out a little more now too.

Rick finishes drying it, tossing the towel onto the floor.

“Well. I'm either joining you or watching you. You pick.” He declares. He’s already half hard, standing there naked just waiting for the two of you to say the word.

You look at Harley, waiting for her answer. She seems to mull it over, until she finally draws up the hand that was just inside her, crooking her finger at Rick to join you.

Rick puts a knee on the bed, getting on all fours on his way over to the two of you. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap his lips around Harley’s finger, his eyes falling closed as he sucks the taste of her clean off. You shiver at the sight of them, of Rick pushing Harley back into you, of Harley lying down between your legs until her back is pressed against your bare chest. You slip your arms around her front, your hands closing around both her breasts. Harley let’s her head fall back to rest on your shoulder.

You watch her eyes flutter shut as Rick slips two of his thick fingers into Harley’s pussy, a small ‘oh’ forming on her lips. You grin, giving her another smooch. “What do you want Rick to do, baby girl?”

Harley looks up at you, biting back a devilish smile. “Want him to fuck the shit out of me. Now, sweetums.”

Rick’s already stroking his cock, nudging his way between Harley’s legs. Tanned thighs tangled with milky white ones as you watch Rick plunge his length into Harley with one shove of his hips. Harley’s back arches off the bed, her eyes rolling with a strangled moan.

Rick inhaled sharply. A low growl leaves him as Harley’s slick walls pulse his cock.

You feel the drip of your own pussy soak into the sheets as Rick starts fucking Harley— Like he’s making up for months of not fucking Harley like this every single night. You tweak at her nipples some more, pinch them a little rougher until she’s twitching and making little sounds.

Harley bats at your hands, getting your attention. She tugs at your arms till you’re sitting up more, looking down at her again. “What is it, hun?” You ask. You lean down and drag your tongue along the shell of her ear.

“Get up here.” She pants, tapping her chin. You clench your cunt at the gesture, eyes lighting up.

You shift back, letting her lie down on top of the bed— She doesn’t need to tell you twice. Before you throw a leg over her, she shakes her head, breathing out a heady, “Nu-uh. Turn around.”

You turn so that you’re facing Rick. He watches you plant your knees on either side of Harley’s waiting face, your nipples stiffening just from the anticipation. When you lower yourself down onto her lips, you feel a jolt as a tongue laps up to swipe at your wet folds. Harley hums as she tastes you.

Rick curses under his breath at your expression, still drilling into Harley. “Fuck— Missed you— need you both. Christ.”

His panting’s feral now— Hot and fast as his hips rolling to pound into Harley. He’s got her by both thighs, digging his nails into her flesh. Her toes curl, heels digging red marking into his lower back.

As he thrusts into her, Harley knocks up and down the sheets, her breasts bouncing. It makes her head bob too, every fucking plunge of Rick’s cock driving Harley’s tongue into your pussy.

Your head falls back as she points it, trailing it up and down your slit. You have to reach back and tangle your fists into the pillows, your hips meeting the stroke of her tongue around your clit. You let out a whimper.

“Relax for me, [y/n].” Rick commands with a groan, glancing up to see your rigid, spread legs and arching back above Harley. Your muscles loosen as you do as he says.

The two of you look fucking beautiful. At his height, Rick can lean forward, adjust his hips so he’s fucking Harley relentlessly and taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You cry out, hand flying up to yank at his hair. He lets out a moan, the skin on the back of his neck raising.

You jump when you feel a finger enter you. You can almost feel Harley grinning against your thigh. She barely gives you a moment before she’s pushing in a second, her tongue joining them again as it flattens to press against your peak. Your mouth falls open as you let your eyes close.

“Oh, fuck— you feel so good.” You sob, your knees shaking. You gasp when Rick leans in to kiss you on the mouth, the taste of Harley still lingering on him. He bites your bottom lip with a sharp tug, making your thighs clench. Beneath you, Harley moans.

She’s sucking on your clit now, and the wet sounds make the heat in your cheeks rise. The sound competes with the way Rick’s cock is soaked and slipping in and out of Harley, their flesh slapping together as their hips meet.

You babble some more— Repeat their names as your hips begin to stutter and snap on their own. Harley drags fresh red lines across your thighs.

“Where do you want it?” Rick is asking Harley.

And she stops tongue fucking you just long enough to say, “You better pump me full of cum til I’m drippin’, Colonel.”

You and Rick both groan. The moment her tongue returns to your hot, throbbing clit, it only takes a few strokes before you’re doubling over, grasping at Harley’s waist as you come. The room tilts as you come back up dizzily.

She grabs you, makes sure you can’t shy away as your orgasm fades. Harley keeps laving at you well afterward, the overstimulation sending your hips into little circling thrusts. You press down onto Harley’s face until her nose is inching into you, your face twisting as you plead unintelligibly for her to keep fucking your pussy.

“Fuck me.” Rick grinds out. Your high, wanton cries are sending them both over the edge. And like the good soldier he is, Rick keeps keeping on, until he’s pressing the pad of his thumb down over Harley’s clit, circling and sliding over it until she’s cursing too. Until Harley is suddenly bucking uncontrollably under both of you, her own wails muffled between your legs.

Rick fucks Harley until he’s sure she’s done, and you watch with dazed eyes as he only takes one, two more thrusts before he’s coming deep into her cunt, a guttural moan finally tearing from his throat. He pulls out halfway, shoving himself back inside her roughly, her hips coming up off the bed. Harley feels his cock twitch inside her as her walls clamp down around him— Feels his cum fill her up to the brim.

You fall over to sit shakily beside Harley’s head, careful not to pull her hair. When you move to lie down and slot yourself beside her, she’s already lifting an arm to make sure your head is nestled on her chest.

Rick leans down to steal the taste of you off Harley’s lips, their tongues massaging one another until he pulls away again, a line of saliva trailing with him.

Rick pulls out of her slowly, his come already pulsing out of her wet cunt. He falls down on the other side of the bed. You prop your head up to take a good look at them both content and out of breath.

Harley is staring up at the ceiling, a wide, silly grin on her face.

You’re all a sweaty mess; The heat of the day is still high outside even with the sun low. You brush your thumb to catch a bead of sweat trailing down her cheek tenderly. When you glance over at Rick, he’s looking at the two of you, too.

You like the way there’s no thought, no trace of the idea of him leaving again on his face as he blinks at you slowly. You dare to imagine there’ll be more days like this in the future — With the three of you.

You yelp when Harley drags you out of your thoughts— by slapping you and Rick soundly on both your stomachs hard enough that some of the wind leaves your lungs.

She beamed. All was forgiven, it appeared.

“So.” Harley said, glancing between you two. “Are we gonna order a pizza tonight or what?”