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[princessmisery666]

Whisper all the words to me and I’ll listen forever 😜

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

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

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

Imagine Reader with a praise kink around Rick Flag

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#5

Male reader w/ vigilante "I don't care what others say, I want to be with you and that's all that matters to me."

adrian chase x m!reader; mature - kissing, suggestive touching

You open your eyes when you feel Adrian stop drawing patterns across your bare shoulder with his thumb gently. You glance at your shared reflection in the mirror hanging from your closet door. Adrian lays behind you, still spooning you like he did when you'd fallen asleep.

His brow is furrowed, an uncharacteristic frown pulling all his other features down as he stares at something out the window. When you turn onto your back, the look vanishes, replaced with that bright smile again.

"Is something wrong?" You ask him. Adrian sits up on one elbow. He puffs out his bottom lip, feigning confusion with the shake of his head.

"What do you mean?"

You lift a hand to trace his bottom lip idly. "You were upset just now."

"How'd you..." He lets go of any pretense and drops his gaze away from you. "I was thinking about your friends."

"My friends? What about them?"

Adrian falls onto his own back with a soft whump, drawing the covers to his chest.

"They don't like me much, do they?" He says, and the tight-lipped smile he shoots over at you breaks your heart a little. "A few of them were at Fennels the other day and I-"

Adrian sighs, shooting up suddenly. He turns to sit toward you with his legs crossed as he levels you with a guilty look- like he's about to confess something dire.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop. But I overheard that you mentioned me to them and their opinions were... less than spectacular. They were really vocal, actually."

You frown, sitting up. "They were making fun of you?"

It was true- you had finally told your work friends about your relationship with Adrian. You expected some judgement; some of them had gone to high school with him. They had 'warned' you about how odd and unpopular he was, to which you'd promptly shut them down for it. Apparently it didn't take.

"Well, they're gonna get use to it, or else. I don't care what others say, I want to be with you and that's all that matters to me." You tell him firmly. Taking his face in both your hands you make him look at you.

Adrian blinks, surprised by your sudden conviction.

"Well, that was emphatic." He chuckles, grinning.

You lean in swiftly and Adrian's eyebrows shoot up as he catches your sudden kiss, his eyes squeezing shut.

You yank the covers off and shift around until you're straddling his naked lap, all the while never breaking the kiss. Adrian nearly falls off the edge of the bed behind him, catching you around the waist with a stifled groan.

You slip your hand between the two of you, your grasp wrapping around Adrian's stiffening length. "I'll show you emphatic, Chase."

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305 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

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344 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

#3

The Crazy is Mutual || Vigilante x Reader || Oneshot

Pairing: Adrian Chase x gn!reader

Warnings: Language. Canon-typical violence. Blood. Kissing. Some frottage.

Wordcount: 1k+

[ A/N: Spoilers for Peacemaker S1E5! My first Vigilante fic, technically. This one's mostly just silliness with a little spice. ]

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459 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

#2

there for you || mcu!peter parker x reader || oneshot

A/N: A simple face sitting prompt with Peter that got a little out of hand! Alas, I regret nothing. @biracialdisaster @spooky-ghosts

Smut - hurt/comfort - 3k words - Warnings: Friends/Roomies with benefits. Bruises/injuries. Post-NWH. NWH Spoilers. Peter and f!reader are in their mid-20’s. Kissing. Drug usage (marijuana). High sex. Oral (f/m). Sixty-nining, heyoo.

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496 notes - Posted March 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Can we have drabble with "Whatever you do, do not turn around!" Prompt with Vigilante. The world needs it. #vigilantexreader

vigilante x gn!reader; general

You cough through the dust and debris, your hands extended to keep from bumping into anything.

The warehouse above you rumbles as more of the structure threatens to fall. You do your best to stand where nothing might topple over onto you.

Behind you, you hear movement in the rubble.

"Vee?!" You shout, "are you okay?"

"Y/n!" Vigilante exclaims, and relief floods you. He sounds okay. But then: "Just- stay right there! Whatever you do, do not turn around!"

"What?" Your body acts without thinking, but you stop yourself before you do exactly the opposite of what he asks. "Why? What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" He's using that tone you know by now means he's trying to make light of something.

Finally, you hear him approach you, and then he's by your side, looking just fine. Your eyes scan his suit as best you can in all this dust; he really did look okay.

"What happened?"

"My, um." Vigilante sags a bit. He didn't like lying to you, as important as his oath was. As close as the two of you were, he never slipped up when it concerned his real identity. ...But maybe it wouldn't hurt to tell you, since you hadn't seen anyway.

"My mask got knocked off my head a little. No biggie!"

You blink, finally noticing the space between his neck and collar bone is exposed, the base of his mask still slightly askew.

Your stomach does a little dance. It's the first peek of skin you've ever seen on him- the first peek of any part of him really. You can see flushed skin and a light dusting of freckles.

You reach out without thinking. Vigilante stills.

You slip the last bit of his suit back into place, covering up his neck properly.

"There." You say as you smooth your fingers over the fabric. You offer him a bright smile- you're just happy he's okay.

And Adrian's breath hitches under the mask at your touch. Even obscured by his red visor, your grin can make him lose his train of thought. He doesn't even notice the way the cool air of the warehouse suddenly disappears from his skin.

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Hihihohi! May I request “My clothes look better on you than they do on me.” with Rooster and his silly Hawaiian shirts? :ismine: uwu. Thank you, bb! ❤️

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x f!reader - smut - 600 words - warnings: touching. kissing. food mention.

My first top gun drabble ♡♡♡ Yayay! I know this prompt is supposed to be the morning after in bed but hear me out.

Brad catches the sound of the stereo in your kitchen blasting loudly as he approaches.

He slides the glass door to your little beach house open before shaking the sand and salt off from his morning swim, pausing there in the door frame.

The corner of his mouth ticks up at the sound of ABBA filling the house. And the sight of you, dancing in place, as you chop up something at the kitchen counter. Even with your back to the pilot, there's no mistaking the large shirt loosely hanging off your body as you sway and bob to the upbeat tempo. Brad chuckles and closes the door behind himself. He lets its slam firmly into place to let you know he's there.

You glance over your shoulder. "Just in time."

"What do you have for us today, chef?" Brad makes his way to the stereo first to turn the music down before saddling up behind you. You feel a large pair of hands rest over your hips comfortably- over the soft fabric of his worn button up shirt. His palms follow your hips as you continue to sway.

You suck the juice of something off your thumb and you catch the way the action catches his attention. You press back against him and crane your neck expectantly. Brad steals the taste of something herbal and rich from your lips in a swift kiss. Your pilot, on the other hand, tastes of salt and sunscreen- just like his warm, golden skin always does.

"Caprese eggs benedict with a side of roasted rosemary potatoes. How's that sound?"

The man whistles, glancing around the spotless kitchen. "How the hell do you get all that done in a couple of hours, huh?"

You shrug. Placing your smaller hands over his, you slide them both up your hips. "You've had your years of training, I've had mine."

Brad's smirk disappears, replaced by a look of quiet realization as you guide his touch up higher- slipping them over the bare skin of your breasts. You had dawned his shirt and only his shirt all morning while he was out. Brad's eyes flick up to meet yours already staring at him knowingly. He gives each breast a firm squeeze before surging to capture your waiting lips.

"Hungry?" You tease. Brad gives you a moment to turn around before scooping you up by the back of your thighs. You wrap your legs around his thick waist on instinct, your hands pulling his face toward you for another searing kiss. He groans when your bare core presses against the thin layer of his swim shorts.

Brad seats you on the counter and you laugh lightly as you push the plates way just in time. Your breath turns into a gasp, however, as the pilot pushes the fabric off your shoulders and exposes you completely. Brad ducks his head and wraps his lips around one of your breasts. You squeeze your thighs as his tongue flicks over the hardening nipple between his teeth. A moan tumbles out of you when you feel a sharp nip.

He draws up again with a roll of his hips. One of his hands presses into the small of your back, pinning your wet heat to the bulge you're seated against. Bradley's eyes flick over you- your neck, your chest- his brown eyes blown.

"Shit. My clothes look better on you than they do on me."

You grin, reaching between you. You pull the drawstring on his shorts loose and slip two fingers into the elastic, tugging Brad toward your again.

"Then lets take these off and see how I look in them after too hm."

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“I can’t believe I did this again.” / “I can’t believe we did this again.” With rick from the morning after prompts?

rick flag x argus agent!reader - smut - 680 words - warnings: nudity. kissing. touching. mentions of drunk sex. Post SS2016.

"Shit. Shit! Get up." Rick jolts as you smack his side, startling him awake. He strains to sit up slowly- much slower than you'd like him to be moving. In fact, you'd much prefer it if he were hauling ass.

"Where's the damn fire, lieutenant." He rumbles blearily. Rick grunts when his black t-shirt suddenly winds up covering his face. You make a flurry of the discarded clothes on the floor as you try to distinguish his fatigues from yours.

"New briefing. Just got the alert from Waller." You snap. You pause long enough to scrub the sleep from your face. Your head is pounding, and you can tell by the lethargic way the colonel drags his large frame out of bed he's a little worse for wear too. "Fuck! I can't believe we did this again. On base this time."

Rick has the audacity to smirk as he slips his shirt over his head.

"We weren't complainin' last night."

"I can hardly remember last night." You lie.

You can recall with certain albeit tipsy clarity of Rick Flag shoving open the door to your modest room- of his strong arms throwing you onto the bed as you tore at one another's clothes in between fevered kisses.

You were so firm on your stance about never winding up like this with Rick again before every mission. But the after—

Goosebumps raise across your forearms as flashes of last night come back to you. How full and stretched you felt with Rick's broad body thrusting heavily between your legs over and over. How he swallowed up every loud moan that ripped through you when he wasn't laving that damn tongue down your neck and over your sensitive breasts.

You clear your throat, shaking the image and the hot feelings away as best you can. Christ. Someone definitely heard the two of you last night.

Rick says nothing as he methodically puts one leg into his black uniform after the other, finally standing to cinch his belt into place.

You catch a quick glance of his solid back- every wedge of muscle moving sharply under his shirt as he reaches down to pick up his jacket. You swallow and finish tying your laces.

"You should leave first." You say. Rick huffs.

"Nobody cares if we're knockin' boots once in awhile, [y/n]. This operation ain't exactly above board." He reminds you. You frown as he puts his hands on his hips with the air of someone not at all bothered about workplace relations. You respond by crossing your arms firmly.

"Just. Out, alright?" You point to the door. "Meet in the comms room."

That damn smirk again. You turn away as the colonel heads for you instead of the door. Even so, you allow him to slip his arms around your waist, your face heating up as his lips brush your ear.

"You woke me up from a good dream about you, y'know." You gasp minutely as Rick's teeth catch on your earlobe. And when he presses his hips to yours, you feel the hard press of his arousal against you. Something inside you clenches, despite your feigned impatience. "Maybe we could meet up again, if Waller doesn't drag that briefing out."

He waits for your reply. When you don't, his calloused hand catches your chin and carefully draws your lips to his.

"Rick—"

The kiss is slow- tantalizingly slow. Any objection dies in your throat as the familiar wetness of his tongue breaches your lips without resistance, quieting the buzz of work and Argus and everything else in your head until all thats left is need. Rick's other hands drifts up to cup you through your jacket- finally snapping you out of it when an embarrassingly loud moan escapes you.

"Out!"

"Alright, alright I'm goin'." Rick chuckles as you shove him toward the door.

"And hands to yourself at the briefing."

"Yes, ma'am."

"And I want some damn breakfast before we meet back here, got that?"

You ignore the way Rick brightens at that, slamming the door behind him before he can distract you again.

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142 with jealous rick??

142. “Could he make you feel as good as i do?”

rick flag x reader - general - 570 words - warnings: angst. language. suggestive. canon divergence maybe? Rick and reader have worked with argus for awhile before SS2016.

A large, muscular arm darts out before you can enter the elevator. Rick takes a heavy-booted step in front of you, effectively blocking your path.

"What's this I'm hearin' about you 'n GQ?"

You arch a brow up at him.

"I don't know." You retort. "What did you hear?"

"Some a Waller's desk jockeys sayin' you and Edwards were at the bar last night. Said you were going out again. Tonight."

"I thought we didn't care about office gossip?" You quip. You coyly reach under the man's arm and push the button again now that your last lift has gone without you.

Rick's huff sounds more strung out than you expect. In your defense, Rick Flag has always emphasized that this thing between the two of you was... casual. It is casual, you remind yourself. Perhaps a few months ago you had only wanted casual too.

But those months had passed with unrelenting hellfire in the field and the kind of passion you'd never felt with anyone else off of it. Maybe Rick Flag can handle that. Maybe that was all he was capable of while the two of you were both argus agents. But it was clear to you now after a night with someone less like- Like Rick- Now you needed more.

It pained you. But if you couldn't have it with Rick, then you'd just have to find someone else.

The elevator door pings again. Rick crosses his arms squarely over his wide chest but doesn't budge. Not in the slightest. He aims his heated gaze down at you- a familiar look.

He's reading you, just like you're trying not to read him this time.

"Saturday night's our night." He reminds you in that deep baritone.

That makes you laugh.

"Yeah? Well if I spend all my weekends with you I'll never find something real."

Your sobering tone seems to cut through to the colonel. Hurtfully. The way you wish it had sooner.

Rick's hand wraps around your wrist as you duck past him. And when you finally glance up at his face, that searching look is still there. Real and raw.

"You gonna find that with him?" Rick grits out. "Think he could give you something better? Could he really get you like I get you, darlin'? Could he make you feel as good as I do?"

You flush, despite yourself. Rick draws you back out of the elevator carefully. Tenderly. His touch makes you want to burn up and throw a punch all at once.

"GQ's a good brother... But he ain't your type." Rick murmurs quietly.

You wrench your hand away. "So what? I drop everyone else when you decide you wanna play boyfriend for a change?"

"Darlin', I'm not anyone's boyfriend. But you stick with me this Saturday. Every Saturday. Let me be your man."

He's ghosting a thumb along your jaw, and before you can realize it, Rick cups your face and leans down swiftly, blinding you with a daze-inducing kiss. A soft moan falls from your mouth as he pulls away- just when his tongue was licking past your lower lip. Insnaring you again.

You blink, his hold on you gone. Rick heads back down the hall.

"You 'n me. Tonight. Wear that little black slip of yours." He calls back to you.

"W-Where are we going?"

You catch the flash of a smirk as he rounds the opposite corner without skipping a beat.

"Eight o' clock, darlin'. You 'n me."

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Can I request "I love your bedhead" with Rick Flag? Please and thank you!

Bedhead

rick flag x reader - general - 540 words - warnings: nekkid rick and reader. smooching.

You stare in quiet awe at Rick's relaxed face just a few inches from yours.

It's oddly perfect— the morning light in the window. And the way it filters through the sandy golden hair growing longer on his head than you're used to. You still don't know what compelled him to stop slicking it back the way you've known him to do during your time at Argus. But you love every odd angle and tuft that juts out in his sleep nonetheless.

Rick's bare chest rises and falls steadily. You rest your face in the crook of your arm as you continue to watch the man, fascinated. Captured. He was so stoic when he was awake.

The thought occurs. Here beside you, Rick Flag looks at peace.

You keep yourself utterly still as you lie down on your belly, as if a single breath too loud might stir him.

Eventually, unfortunately, stir he does. Still you crack a smile as the colonel clears his throat softly in his sleep. His closed eyes squeeze together before finally prying open. His loud rumble of a sigh fills the quiet room.

Rick blinks at you.

"You're awake." He slurs groggily. True, it was usually him up much earlier than you most days. You watch as his sharp jawline works to unclench itself. "Was I saying anythin'?"

You shrug your shoulders. "Nope. I actually haven't heard you talk in your sleep in awhile, now that you mention it. You sleep okay?"

A wide smile spreads across his lips. The bed dips as Rick shifts over, gathering you up against his chest with one arm. "Always sleep good with you, darlin'."

You huff. Flipping over, you reach up and stick your fingers through his hair. Rick's shoulders seem to relax in response. His eyes already flitting shut again at your touch.

"You stopped buying hair gel. When did that happen?" You finally wonder aloud. It's a random question for so early in the morning. Still, Rick considers it patiently.

He hums. From somewhere between your shoulder and neck, Rick replies with a muffled voice. "Since you said yes to that first date."

You arch a brow. When your fingers stop scratching lightly across his scalp, the soldier makes a grunt of protest.

"What do you mean?" You press, a little surprised. Had you complained about it? Rick's hand reaches up to fold over yours. You feel a sleepy kiss plant itself onto the flesh of your palm.

"Y'said you didn't want to mess up my hair during that night together. Then we showered... Got into bed again..." You flush at the pointed way Rick's leg slips between yours, dredging up the memory of how much your hands had been all over him after that. You feel his sly smile press into your shoulder this time. "Figured you had a preference. Y'just didn't wanna say it."

You shove him lightly- it's hardly enough to budge the hard wall of his chest away. Rick grins this time as your hand returns to his temple and goes back to massaging lightly across his scalp. You scoot up and press your own kiss to the colonel's head, Letting it rest there against his hair.

"Mm. You're right. I love your bedhead."

morning after starters

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Hiiiiiii! I haven’t asked for one of these in a while but… would you consider “You look so good with my hands wrapped around your neck” with our baby Boomie?

❤️ Lore

digger harkness x squad member f!reader - 720 words - smut - warnings: language. choking. fingering. Dom!Digger ♡ The briefest mention of Harley Quinn x Rick Flag.

You whimper as Digger hooks an ankle around your own and forces your legs to spread wider.

Your eyes dance over the shapes in the mirror sitting in front of the bed, but you can't bring yourself to let them linger long enough to see your full reflection.

Digger sits behind you as you squirm between his knees. The fingers wrapped around your neck tighten and you gasp, seeing stars for a moment. Your head shifts back to the mirror.

His other hand slides over your thigh until it finds your hot center. He makes you watch as he sinks a finger inside you without any resistance. Behind you, his cock twitches where it presses thick against your lower back.

"Look at you, sweetness." He teases. Digger's beard tickles at the side of your face, his puffs of breath sending a shiver through you. Your bare nipples peak stiffly from so much stimulation. You want to reach up and tug at both of them, but you keep your palms flat on the bed as he's told you to do.

You look at the man behind you in the glass. The pose forces you to keep your back straight. A poised rag doll for the thief to shift around as he pleases.

Digger Harkness had patience in spades when it came to undoing you. It was a surprise, considering your time on the squad rarely left you these moments alone together. There were the quickies in the dead of night- the fumble of clothes and fingers most of the time.

But there was the occasional mission that lended the oppurtunity for you to see what he was like when he had you all to himself.

The dingy roadside motel room had the essentials. And it seemed that Digger had convinced Harley to distract the task force's colonel with their own fun. That just left you at the Aussie's mercy, and the wetness enveloping Digger told him just how much you were enjoying it.

“Y'look so good with my hands wrapped around your neck.” He murmurs, nosing at your ear again. Your eyes flutter as he pushes a second digit into your pussy. The slow, wet sound of pumping fingers makes you flush.

But the hand on your neck squeezes you in warning again. Keeps you from looking away or closing your eyes.

"Gonna look even better when I make you watch yourself sink down onto my cock, huh?" He grins. You whine and can't your hips with desperation.

"Please, George." You whimper. He chuckles.

From the room next door, you hear the sounds of sex, faster and rougher than what you were experiencing now. Digger sees the crease in your brow as you listen to Flag and Quinn on the other side of the wall. Feels the way your own walls clench around his knuckles with want.

"Sounds like I've got you all to myself tonight, lovely."

He shifts the hand inside you until this palm splay flat against your clit. Your eyes light up at the friction, hips rolling to chase it. Digger indulges with a wicked grin as your breath flutters under his grip. He watches you rut against his palm in the mirror and groans as your ass rolls against his cock.

Your bare chest bounces as you ride his hand, but you feel your self-conscious pull loosen it's hold on you.

He gives you a few more thrusts before patience runs out. You cry out as he pulls out of you and flips you onto the bet with that strength that makes you want to press your weak knees together. Digger pries them open again.

He leans back to take in the sight of you, languidly stroking his cock as he does so. His fingers come to rest at the base, curling around his shaft before he lines himself up with your dripping sex.

Digger's free hand doesn't wrap itself around your throat as you expect, but tangles into your hair. He gives you a sharp tug, wrenching a high-pitched whine from your trembling lips. His voice is deep and intoxicating in your ear. A hot warning of the pleasure to come.

"I'm gonna make this whole place hear that pretty little voice, love."

[princessmisery666]

Okay now I’m crying 😭 this is so freaking beautiful 😍 and he deserves it all (cause fuck that ending!!).

I need all of this, lazy mornings, long nights, talks that cover everything and nothing 💜🥰

Thanks you @femalefilmaker too 💕💋💜

It’s time for another

✨ Late Night Thought ✨

(I need an official name for this bc I bombard ur box wayyy too much & bc *sighs* reality is absolute garbage. Plus, I enjoy chatting & thinking with cool people 😎) So, *claps hands together* on to it then. Ok, *clears throat* here goes:

Domestic!Rick x the Reader

(I feel that should be a thing, btw)

Takes place after Rick’s officially retired from his Squad days [& after he survived death, helped take down Waller by anonymously ratting her out to the public, & “came back from the dead.” But, that’s another concept for another day…. ]

It’s just him & the reader & their 2 large fur babies. 🐾 🐶

Every morning consists of kisses & hugs & delicious breakfast & warm coffee. But on weekends & holidays, it’s even better.

The reader has her own busy career & hobbies going on while, despite being retired, Rick does his own thing. It’s either desk jobs (but that might be too boring for him) or lucrative hobbies. Or maybe he teaches. Maybe he went back to school to teach. (Not gonna lie, I can see that. History, specifically, bc the boy’s probably a big ol’ nerd is secret.) 🤷🏽‍♀️ The boy is just doing something that’s calming, enjoyable, & keeps his mind, body, & spirit going while also making money.

Bc of their busyness, both absolutely cherish the days/time they have off & with each other.

That means staying in bed. Enjoying coffee outside while admiring nature. Walking the dogs together. Taking their own long walks together. Cooking & baking & dancing. Just being together & at peace.

When it’s cold, they both bundle up. Rick’ll just wear sweatpants & either his quarter zip or one of his old hoodies to brave the cold. He doesn’t care for a jacket or socks while hanging out on the deck with the dogs. The Reader thinks he’s nuts for this.

They love to stay in & chill out. Watch movies or freak out about their favorite show for the billionth time (they’ve seen all the seasons at least 50 times already but it’s still their favorite). Sometimes, one or both will fall asleep. If it’s the Reader, Rick carries her upstairs & crawls into bed with her. He watches as she breathes, in & out, brushes a hair to the side, & kisses her head before wrapping himself around her & letting his eyes shutter for the night.

Rick loves this. He loves all of it. He couldn’t have asked for anything more. It always feels like a second chance for him. But, that’s because it is. A chance to start over, start fresh. A chance to have the life he always wanted but never thought he could have. A life of pure peace.

Good night… ✌🏽😘😴

Oh my god 🥺 this is just so damn perfect 💞💖💓 the tenderness. I think you pretty much created perfection, so here’s just some emphasis on your beautiful idea:

Domestic!Rick Headcanons || Rick Flag x Reader

You and Rick Flag really wonder if he’ll ever adjust in the beginning. He never planned for it really. After Corto Maltese, his ‘resignation’ is so sudden he worries who he’ll be without the purpose he’s been given all these years.

It’s you who suggests the hobbies. You made enough money for the both of you, but Rick fear the aimlessness. He was tempted to use his experience to delve into less legal jobs if that’s what it took to not feel like such a fish out of water in a civilian world.

But he spends a few months recovering with you at home, and the way he acclimates to it surprises the both of you. There’s so many things Rick forgot about.

Breakfast from scratch. Taking care of the front and backyard. “Someone’s gotta do the laundry and walk the dogs.” He tells you when you ask him if he’s thought of what he wants to do again. You’re a busy spouse. You’ve got an administrative position you’ve been working for ages, and when you get ready in the morning nowadays, you never thought Rick would be there everyday to kiss you goodbye.

Your house is his house now, and you always sigh about how you wish you had the time or patience to really make it a home. Rick starts spending his days fixing things— He hires professionals in the beginning, but then he starts learning how to fix the place up himself; installing new hardwood, building the shed in the back. His little touches take over the house.

Rick discovers fulfilling ways to keep his hands occupied that don’t involve taking a life, but of creation instead.

Rick loves reader’s golden lab, but you suggests maybe he should get one of his own. He ventures to pound one day and spots a young Newfoundland dog in the corner of one cell, saliva pooling at its mouth and its haunches drawn— its careless owners gave him up after a biting mishap and left it outside the pound without so much as a note. At two years old and 130 pounds, the staff didn’t even get a name. Rick signs the papers the same day.

Rick Flag is a disciplined man, entirely set on making sure his pet is just as controlled. That idea gets scraped after about a month. Everyday Rick spent training Charlie to be an obedient guard dog could be spent soaking in the sun out on the deck, or laying on the couch watching television together instead. Rick can’t even stick to calling him by his real name— you always hear Rick calling for Bud or Bub or My guy around the house.

Rick doesn’t expect to have the patience for watch television either. You dissolve into the laugh-crying kind of tears when Rick, whose been so out of the loop he hasn’t even heard any spoilers for most major shows, shoots up off the couch after a particularly dismal season finale of a show one night. You watches him pace the living room at 11PM, ranting about how the show runners completely disrespected the time of anyone watching to just end it like that.

His conviction is ridiculous, given the subject, and you smile sleepily, head in the crook of your arm as you watch Rick care about sometime so funny, so not important. It’s says everything about where he is now. Where he’s finally allowed himself to be.

Rick used to be a light sleeper. An operative can’t snore or sleep through danger and make it out alive in his line of work. But as time passes, the tense notion of rest changes for Rick. There’s still the terrors— the subconscious, terrible things that will never truly leave him. But there’s also you, there, in the middle of the night, and more importantly in the morning, when a new day brings another chance at life with you. Rick begins to embrace nights of restful sleep, and the idea of all this being the kind of paradise he deserves.

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Can I please request “i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.” for Vigilante? Thanks!

adrian chase x gn!reader - smut - warning: some suggestive talk/touching

You give yourself a pair of finger guns in the mirror, making little blast sounds as you pose this way and that.

The sleeves of Adrian's Vigilante suit extend far past your wrists, the cuffs at the bottom doing the same. You nearly trip as you try a roundhouse kick on for size.

Adrian steps out of the bathroom with one of your towels around his lithe waist. When you finally notice him watching you, you flop down onto the bed and do your best to pose seductively.

"Like what you see, citizen?" You say deeply with a waggle of your eyebrows.

Adrian breaks into a large grin and pads over.

"Is that what you think I sound like?" He wonders aloud.

You expect him to come take a seat beside you, but instead, Adrian moves to straddle your thighs. Your cheeks flush with delight as he takes both your hands and pins them over your head and down onto the comforter. You can feel the heat from his hot shower still radiating off his skin.

He's not used to handling you roughly. But ever since the two of you shared your secret identities, he's certainly opened up to it. He especially enjoys how you seem to melt under his touch whenever he handles you like this now. How you submit to him, when normally he's the one always happy to submit to you. This newfound power over you is just as exhilarating for him.

“I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.” He muses happily.

You shrug and point your head over to the other suit on the floor- black and red and smaller than Vigilante's.

"You should try squeezing into mine. We can swap suits while we swap orgasms." You quip. And Adrian lets out a startled moan as you run your fingers down his pink chest and give his nipples a tweak.

You slip your knees out from between his own deftly, hooking your legs around his middle. You giggle when the towel falls off of him, exposing his ass in the mirror.

Adrian nods, his eyes fluttering when you roll your hips.

"We- we could definitely do that."

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Hihiho! May I have: [  KITTEN  ] ;  the sender calls the receiver ‘kitten’ with Eddie Munson, please and thank you?! P.S. iluiluilu. 😘

Eddie Munson x f!reader - smut - 840 words - warnings: Language. Kissing. Fingering (f receiving). Thighfucking.

Nononono iluiluiilu uwuwuwu

“Fuck. Please?”

It’s his breathless, messy kisses across the nape of your neck. The squeeze of every finger into your soft skin as he roams over every inch. 

Eddie is the first guy who doesn’t actually pester or barrel through to get his pleasure out of you. No, there’s a patience you suspect he’s more than happy to bask in— especially on nights like tonight. No D&D, no band, no deals— just you tonight, princess. 

He knows there’s nothing that gets you wetter than your little red light, green light act. The way you let him push the boundaries before reeling him back. And tonight you want to savor every minute.

A needy whine against the shell of your ear makes you shiver. 

Through his coarse denim jeans, you feel the press of his arousal against your panties. Your legs, still twisted up in your own pants, entwine with his as the two of you let the radio play a Saturday night mix. 

For all his curated tastes in music, he’ll let you play anything when you've got him wound up so delectably tight.

“Not yet.” You tease with a sly smile. When you glance over your shoulder, you catch the way his eyelashes flutter beneath his curls; feel the puff of air as he huffs at your cheek. You rock back against him as you reach your hand for his hip. 

Eddie’s lips capture yours in a hungry kiss. You reward him with another roll of your hips, eliciting a deep groan from the guitarist as he licks and sucks at your bottom lip. You can’t help the way your fingers slip over his zipper, dragging over the line of his ready cock. Eddie reaches down and grasps your hand.

“Now?” He tries again eagerly. You grin and hold back a giggle. 

“Uh uh.” You tsk.

Still, you let out a faint little whine of your own when he unzips himself. He pulls length from his boxers with ease as his lips return to your neck, fist pumping himself a few times as he laves just under your earlobe. The feeling of his hot arousal against your rear and his mouth on your skin makes you light-headed.

“Wanna make you feel good.” Eddie murmurs quietly. A soft tone reserved just for you.  

He nuzzles into your neck. Presses his chest to your back. You let Eddie break your resolve with every grind of his hips. 

“Maybe you could-” A gasp catches in your throat when his length pushes between your thighs. Heat builds unbearably between your legs just from the way the tip of his cock presses against your underwear. You squeeze your thighs together.

“Shit.” Eddie moans. He thrusts his hips, knocking you forward a little. “Fuck, kitten. Fuck, you’re so wet.”

You flush. Your slick mixes with his precum as he glides between your soft thighs; drags himself across your damp panties. You squeeze his hip wordlessly and crane back to find his face once more. 

“Eddie.” You whimper.

His hand slips under your shirt greedily. He cups and kneads where he’s already taken off your bra before the two of you lied down. Tweaking your nipple between his ringed fingers, he coaxes a steady stream of whines and gasps from you as he continues to fuck your thighs. The familiar sound of his skin slapping against yours turns the heat up inside you so much it nearly burns. 

You whine his name again between sloppy kisses; reach up and grip a fistful of his hair. Eddie hisses at the sharp tug, his hand flying down to slip into the thin fabric of your underwear. You buck when his middle finger makes contact with your clit, mewling his name again.

“You like that, kitten?” He slips two fingers down further and presses them into your entrance. You grind yourself down on his palm as he keeps up his own pace, meeting your hips hurriedly as he pants against your lips. You nod up at him with glazed eyes. 

“You’re so goddamn pretty.” He grins. “You gonna come for me?”

He cuts off your eager nod with another kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips without hesitation. Adding a third finger, Eddie thrusts, more swears tumbling from his lips and past yours.

“Don’t stop,” You plead. 

Your vision fuzzes around the edges as the fire builds in your lower belly. Your hands fly to his when it finally crests, and your loud moan fills the quiet room. And it sounds better than any song playing on your small radio now, if you ask Eddie. 

You snap your hips against his palm again and again, legs still pressed tight around his cock. When you still, however, so does he- his hard length giving a throb when you finally slip off of him. 

“How was that, baby?” He prods. Heavy lidded eyes watch you maneuver your way down his body, his hand reaching for you. You take his fingers into your mouth and taste yourself on him. 

You hum. “Wanna taste you next.”

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Ok, ok, challenge:

✨ This gif. That hip swag. ✨

Whatever comes to mind. Whatever your magical brain will allow your magical fingers to create…

Okay but imagine if you will:

rick flag x lieutenant gn!reader | massages+grinding

You and Rick are holed up in a motel after a recon mission gets rough. The two of you were compromised, but after a lot of fighting and a long chase you found a place to stay the night.

Rick takes a call from argus for an update while you take the first shower. And when you switch, you plop on your bed, wincing as you try to rotate your shoulders without hurting yourself.

You think you pulled something while you were trying to escape. You tell Rick as much when he steps out of the bathroom, but you cut yourself off- because he's walking around in just a towel hanging low around his waist, his hair still damp.

Rick comes over without another word and slots himself behind you on the bed, telling you to stay still while he inspects your shoulder blades.

He asks if it's alright if he tries massaging out the knot he finds along your trape muscle. "Be easier if you weren't wearing this." He adds, tugging the sleeve of your shirt. Hesitantly, you pull the back of it over your head and keep it around your arms, just so your front can remain covered.

Rick's calloused hands go to work down your exposed neck and across your shoulders carefully.

You melt under his touch. He works out your tension, his thumbs digging into you causing a little pain at first, but then giving way to pleasure.

Every press of his fingers makes your eyes fall further shut and your head loll down til it rests on your chest.

You hear a chuckle behind you and realize you've let out a contented groan.

Rick's voice reaches you closer than you expect, his breath puffing across the shell of your ear. "That better?" He murmurs in his deep tone.

You don't even want to break the spell by speaking, and Rick continues until he's massaging your lower back. Your spine feels like jelly by the time he's done.

And when he finishes, you stir as you feel Rick Flag sliding his hands around your hips- feel them slip under your arms to wrap around you.

When you press your back to his bare chest, you find he's still flushed and warm from his shower- among other reasons.

Your head falls back over the colonel's shoulder when he gives his hips a languid roll. A soft moans leaves you when you feel his hard length grind against your rear.

He grins against your jawline, stubble dragging across your skin. "How good d'you want me to make you feel tonight, lieutenant?"

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Can I request “don’t raise your fucking voice at me.” with Rick Flag please? Thanks!

happy hour

rick flag x argus agent!reader - general - warnings: alcohol. language. implied/attempted domestic abuse, canon-typical violence. buzzed Rick. kissing.

750 words. this got a little long because bffs to lovers w/ rick flag is my drug.

"Don't raise your fucking voice at me." The rough grab comes as a shock to you.

You look up at your date, a little taken aback when you were heated just moments ago. One last argument to spoil the night.

You're opening your mouth calmly to warn him just what will happen if he doesn't let go of your arm, when a hand flies across your vision. It strikes your significant other in the chest swiftly, shoving him away.

"Rick." You quickly step in front of the colonel before he cocks his fist back and goes for a knock out. You've seen what your best friend looks like when he's 'seeing red', and you know you're staring at it right now.

Rick throws the back exit door to the bar open a few moments later, letting the two of you out into the cool Louisiana air. It hits the brick wall with a bang, bouncing back behind you as you follow him.

"Fucker thinks he can manhandle you like that. Manhandle anyone like that infronna me." He grits through his clenched jaw. His southern drawl is thicker when he's angry.

You watch him pace back and forth, his hands low on his hips as he tries to let the steam off. Rick turns around and walks right up to you, and you arch a brow in faint amusement.

"Knew he was trouble." Rick accuses as he points back inside.

"Mhm." You agree.

"Always talkin'. Can't even take a punch." He scoffs.

"To be fair, you know how to land 'em well."

"I shoulda let you knock that asshole out. Can't believe you're datin' him." He continues warily. But you grasp both his elbows before he can start pacing again.

Rick stills immediately, blinking down at you.

"If I hadn't just broken up with him, I certainly would have done it after a display like that." You assure him. Rick takes a moment to process the news before it clicks.

"You- you're done with him?"

"Rick, that was entirely inappropriate in there! He showed his colors, and I'm done." You huff.

The colonel opens his mouth, then closes it. Then he opens it again after straightening his shoulders. "Well good, 'cuz I need to tell you somethin' and- and I'm not gonna wait til it's too late again."

Again? You wonder.

"You..." Rick trails off uncharacteristically. "I'm sick of you gettin' treated like that. I know you can handle yourself out there but I-"

"...Yes, Rick?"

Your stomach flutters when Rick moves a step forward and takes your face in both his hands gently. You remain still, gazing up at his flash of hesitation- at the soft pang of nervousness you so rarely witnessed when it came to your best friend.

"I... I wouldn't treat you like that. You know I wouldn't. You kick my ass when I'm outta line and I'm fuckin' in love with you for it, darlin'. I- I- love-"

Rick stills when he realizes he's already admitted it. His tongue darts between his lips anxiously before he rips his hands away.

The two of you let the confession hang there for a moment in silence.

"Rick..." You finally say.

He steps back. "No, you don't have to-"

"Jesus! Can I get a word in edgewise with anyone tonight?" You cry, nearly bursting into laughter.

Rick swallows, looking dejectedly at you.

"I... gosh, I've been waiting for so long to hear you say that. Kind of wish I was more prepared." You remark.

You decide against any further words and close the space between you and Rick. His eyes search yours wildly til the last moment, almost unready to kiss you as you pull him down to you by the front of his shirt.

Everything familiar about him- his brand of beer, his cologne and the sweet tang of sweat after a night of drinks in a packed bar. Even the soft sound of his breath as it hitches against your lips- all hit you in a way you've never experienced.

You could compare the thrill to an airdrop, or the moment before a grenade goes off. And Rick Flag would understand exactly what you mean, because no one knows you more inside out than the man standing in front of you.

When you pull away, Rick appears to be having a similar revelation. His eyes open again slowly as the crease between his brows softens, disappearing.

The two of you stand there in each other's arms, both familiar and entirely different now all at once.

"You really should've let me knock his lights out." You murmur. "I was looking forward to it all night."

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Somebody writing for Chris!!! I think #10, “Next time we get into an argument, I’m reminding you that I took your virginity.” would be incredible. Bonus points if it’s Chris’ virginity.

chris smith/peacemaker x gn!reader - general - warnings: lots o' language

I'm really loving these childhood/adolescent friend x Chris vibes (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

"Are you fucking stupid? It's this way." You chastise.

Chris shoots you a smug look, and even from under his dumb helmet it makes your blood boil. "I'm pretty sure we came from this door, L/n."

"If you open that door I'm gonna beat your ass." You warn him through gritted teeth.

You throw your hands in the air when he does just that, kicking it open and firing without warning.

You pull both your pistols out of your holders and follow suit, covering him as he leads the two of you into a room infested with moronic grunts.

"What the fuck did I say!" You holler over the din of gunfire and fighting.

But you feel the same rush as Peacemaker, firing away as you hit target after target. In fact, you're so zealous that you get to mow so many assholes down, you don't notice one of them trying to sneak up behind you with a crowbar.

Christopher grabs the henchman mid-wind up, just as you turn around, and you watch as he throws him halfway across the room. He hits his head against a support pillar with a loud crunch, the room falling silent now that everyone is dead.

Almost silent.

You glance over and see the dove on Chris' chest rise and fall as he catches his breath the same as you.

And when the two of you lock eyes, you clamp your mouth shut at the faint, sultry way he looks at you without even knowing it. You really do hate how much you love the way he looks splattered in blood.

You point your emptied Glock at him.

"The next time we get into an argument, I'm reminding you that I took your fucking virginity, Christopher Robin."

"Fuck!" He shouts, reddening. "Don't call me that over the comms!"

You roll your eyes. "Comms are dead, genius. This lair is like, half a mile down."

"Yeah, well. Don't go tellin' everybody all that shit."

You grin. "Don't piss me off, then, Pissmaker."

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“You would risk letting all those people die for one person? Why?” “Because it’s not just one person…it’s you.” With Adrian chase

Male or gn reader

vigilante x gn!reader; general - gun warning. canon typical violence.

It's the first time you've ever experienced something terrifying like this. The gunmen on the other side of the bulletproof glass had taken a hostage, forcing the manager of your bank to open the employee door. They hurried in and began collecting the money as you hid far in the back, by the safety deposit room.

You muffle your cry when someone touches your shoulder and you recognize them instantly.

Well, you recognize their costume instantly.

Vigilante puts a finger to his mouth, miming you to be silent. You'd heard about the masked 'hero' around town, and you really weren't sure if his presence was a good thing or a bad thing.

"I'm gonna open the back door and get you out of here no problemo, okay?" He assures you. You latch on to his arm, shaking your head furiously.

"They said if we open any of the doors they'll start shooting." You hiss.

It isn’t ideal. Normally Adrian would have boldly entered through the front door to catch the robbers' attention. But this wasn't just any bank. He knew the moment it was announced on his police scanner that it was your bank.

"I want you out of here first before anything else." He says.

Somehow, his muffled voice is comforting. Familiar. You narrow your eyes at the red visor in front of you, trying to discern what was so safe about this vigilante you always assumed was insane.

He responds with the slightest flinch as you reach up and grasp the side of his face.

"Why are you helping me first? You would risk letting all those people die for one person? Why?” You ask the stranger.

Adrian gulps. He has many rules about his work, but when it concerns you, there are none. Whether you knew it or not. Grasping your wrist, he pulls your fingertips away.

"Because it’s not just one person…it’s you." He says quietly.

His voice clicks into place. But before you can react, Adrian is spinning around and kicking the back door open in one swift movement, the alarms throughout the building suddenly blaring. He pushes you out and tells you to run.

"Wait- wait!" You rush back to him, swearing as he shuts the door in your face.

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have you considered: when either rick or stephen are feeling like being the sub, they LOVE LOVE L O V E when you pay special attention to them afterwards, like getting them something to eat or drink, maybe washing up with them, and then letting them lay on your chest while you play with their hair 🥺 the boys will straight up fall in love if you do all three and they’ll look at you like you personally hung the stars in the sky.

on the other hand, i see takashi as a hard dom, and he doesn’t sigh or make any soft noises when he finishes. he snarls.

OHOHOHO, ANON. I love this.

Rick and/or Holder, who want more attention then they ever know how to ask for. Who secretly hope you pry and prod, because they're waiting for you to find out how much they want you to stay. Just stay.

Imagine staying up all night after several rounds with Colonel Flag. You wander back over to him when he thought you were off freshening up in the bathroom, and you're standing there with two mugs of tea. Not beers or wine like the two of you have been fueling the night with. You hand him something warm- something gentle. And when you slot yourself beside him, you curl your arm around his head with a smile. Thread your fingers into his soft hair and massage his scalp until the tea is gone and his eyes can't stay open any longer. Tonight you've shown him he can let his guard down. You've lulled him. Years of counter interrogation training, and you soften him with a single, tender gesture. You remind him there's peace in sleep.

Imagine getting into the shower with Stephen, who makes eyes at you like he knows you wanna have some more fun under the hot spray. You've done it plenty of times before. But tonight, he's shown you a vulnerable side of him he doesn't even want to talk about. He makes the usual jokes, makes you laugh as your hands roam. But then you're lathering up some soap as the two of you kiss- run it through his hair and down neck with gentle strokes til he's resting his forehead on your shoulder. He's over six feet tall, just swaying there under the patter of water while you massage the nape of his neck and kiss the spot below his ear over and over. You're there til the water runs cold and you're draping a towel over him, coaxing him back to bed.

MEANWHILE

Dom!Takeshi wants to make you scream. Because the harder you come, the harder he comes.

There's very little snark when he's got his mouth pressed directly to your ear all night long. Just rough promises of pleasure he delivers in spades. He doesn't stop until you're a quivering, mindless mess. No thoughts. Just the filth he's talking as he takes you apart. He uses his intuition to gauge every whimper, every moan, til he knows exactly how to make you come- and he doesn't stop at one or two orgasms. You're going to come for him until he says you're done. You're his. For however long he wants. He only stops speaking when he crests his own climax- when the need to fill you up overtakes him and all reserve leaves him. He's like a wild animal the way he buries himself inside and claims you; he leaves his marks for all to see, even as you wash away all the sex afterward. Every bruise and bite will remind you who you belong to.

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100. "I forgot my towel." with Peacemaker please

Peacemaker/Chris Smith x Squad!Reader - gn!reader - smuttish - 500 words - warnings: Language. Nudity.

“Turn around.”

“What? Why?” Chris throws you a stubborn glance as he flips through channels on the motel screen.

Your excitement for sleeping somewhere with a queen bed, a hot shower, and a diner across the street for the first time since you were sentenced to the squad was somewhat dulled by the news you’d be sharing your room. Peacemaker, however, seem unperturbed.

You huff. Using the bathroom door to block his view, you try to poke your head out some more. “Would you just close your eyes or something? I forgot my towel.”

“Not my problamo.” He kicks back further against his headboard. “Use the little hand towel on the sink.”

Your death glare goes unseen. You wait for him to relent, but all you receive is a few oblivious chuckles with the laugh track playing on screen.

“Asshole.” You murmur under you breath.

Its one thing to put up with his shit in the field. But tonight, you decide your fucks had run out. Swinging the bathroom door open, a waft of steam follows you out of the bathroom as you stride out.

“You better have left me some hot wa-“ Chris’ eyes snap to you, then immediately dart away. “What the fuck!”

You take your time, stopping in front of the tv- right in his line of vision- as you reach over and grab your towel on the arm chair beside it. You know from the angle you’ve just given him a good glimpse of all your glory from behind.

You shrug and towel off your hair first. Biting back a small smile, you watch Chris get up in a huff, muttering about how you better not have used up all the complimentary soaps.

You don’t know why, but you didn’t expect the man to stifle a cough and glance away awkwardly as he shuffles around you. In fact, your time in Belle Reve had left you expecting a lot more jeering.

The bathroom door swings almost-shut behind him. You fall back onto your bed and let the sound of the shower running once more soothe you as the cold motel AC cools your damp skin.

Chris doesn’t look too shocked when you push open the bathroom door a few minutes later. You lean on the door frame with a curious smirk.

“Could have just asked, instead of sexually harassing me.” He quips in that annoying, matter-of-fact way of his. You roll you eyes and slide the glass shower door open, letting yourself slot in beside the large man. He moves so the spray can hit your skin again.

You hum. “You want me to buy you dinner first too?”

Chris grins as he grips both your hips in his strong hands. You make a surprised sound when he pulls your body flush with his- a wall of muscle colliding hotly with yours.

His eyes finally flit over you- over the water riveting down your bare chest. He arches a brow. “I could eat.” He smirks. And for the first time, you don’t mind the cocky attitude.