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seancekitsch · 1 year ago

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HOT TO GO: an Adrian Chase x Reader x Rick Flag fic

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.

Warnings: threesome smut, drinking, smoking, slight knife kink, rick is a good man, reader and adrian are nuts, villain!reader, non canon compliant i like to play god and make people kiss, this is filthy, dirty talk, task force x neck bomb jokes, slight daddy kink, spitting, choking, reader is a little mean, its not poly but its certainly something

You know exactly what the file in ARGUS says about you. A boring little dossier about the full extents of your powers, your record, all of your known aliases (even the embarrassing ones), your allies, and even the common ways you’ve tried to escape capture. Nothing in the little folder says anything about your observation skills.

Nothing about how easily you pick up on phone conversations, how easily you commit to memory a glance of words on a screen over someone’s shoulder. Nothing about how you take in the tiny details, changes in expression or exactly how many things you can use in a room to kill someone in increasingly resourceful and creative ways.

Thats how you figured out Rick Flag has a type; a type that you fit into well. You didn’t mean to overhear his phone call with Waller, but you would be using it to your advantage.

You know about June Moone, about your dear friend Harley, and now his blue eyes settling on you as you try to get in and get out of this mission without fucking about too much. He likes his girls a little messed up. You figure trying to unseat Green Arrow as mayor through completely legal means and then forcibly reforming the prison system does it for him. It helps for you that he’s attractive; that means you don’t have to just use him, you can enjoy him too. Who knows, you might even get to know him enough to admire him as much as you admire the man who named himself your personal protector.

Adrian Chase had apparently put himself into prison in order to talk to you, inspired by your idea of justice and progress or something. He offered protection and you’re not one to turn down a free advantage. You didn’t exactly expect to like him though, knowing the reputation he has and the awkward way he approached you at first. But Adrian was quick to win you over, and you'd spent countless nights talking to each other through the bars of your cells. You even one night tried to "go on a date" in the mess hall. His humor turns you on though, his protection lets you run your mouth without consequences. He's killed for you before, and you damn well know he'll do it again. Waller even seems to know you're a package deal, seeing as she let the two of you be on this mission together. You don’t say it, but you hope this mission gives both of you enough time off your sentences to get out around the same time. You’d love to hang out with him free, even if you refuse to say it. Belle Reve doesn’t exactly allow conjugal visits, though.

You watch your peripherals, Adrian on one side sipping his Corona and keeping the men of Task Force X away from you, Rick on the other side with his eyes tracing your curves as you sway to the music. Adrian to the naked eye looks like he’s not paying attention to you, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. He sways awkwardly and scans the crowd, one eye always on you and his fingers every so often brushing against your leg. His way of checking in. Rick is more stiff, Rick is more obvious about watching you. You notice his fist clench when you brush your knuckles against Adrian’s arms. You notice how tight he holds his beer. You notice the fit of his pants.

You catch on to the fact that Rick knows what Adrian is to you, because he only decides to make his move towards you when Adrian moves away to make two more drinks for you.

You nod to the bar stool next to you, eyes not leaving the small crowd. Funny, you'd heard these missions are some kind of Suicide Squad, but here you were with the crew of sixteen still hanging on strong.

“Great party, thanks for hosting,” you say, your voice dripping with sarcasm, although maybe you shouldn’t be too harsh on the guy. He’s not the guy that put a bomb in your neck.

“Sure,” he laughs, low and under his breath, and he clinks his beer bottle against your empty glass.

“Can I ask you something?” Rick slides up next to you at the bar, looking past you instead of at you. It’s clear he’s trying to sus out Vig, who is dancing back towards you with his two signature concoctions. You roll your eyes at the Colonel, but lean in anyway, pushing your chest closer.

“I don’t know why I’d talk to you, unless thats an order,” you snark at him, and maybe thats unfair, but it’s part of the game.

“It’s not… don’t do that,”Rick dismisses your wide smile, the game of cat and mouse begun. You know exactly what he’s about to ask, but you have to make him work for it.

“Why him?” he asks, eyes darting from you to the man behind you briefly. You smirk, of course he asks that. Probing, looking to see if he has a chance; thinking he’s being slick about it. Adrian turns back towards you as if summoned, his weird ability to just know making him come back as if the leash around his neck were tightened. He has another drink for you, pink and fizzy.

You roll your eyes and grab the drink Adrian made for you from his hand, lifting it to your lips.

“Well, it was either him or Animal-Vegetable-Mineral Man,” you joke, voice deadpan as you punctuate your statement with a swig from the glass. You grimace. It’s almost all rum. Adrian is handsome but, my god, is he bad at ratios.

“Yeah…” Adrian joins the conversation eagerly, ready to agree with whatever you say before actually processing it. His eyes widen behind his thick glasses as he turns to fully look at you. He finally figured out what you were implying, and a smile slowly forms on your lips hidden by the rim of the glass.

“Wait really? But he’s got that, like, tree hand!”

You snort with laughter, and Rick cautiously laughs too. Like he’s in on the joke, you think.

“It would be like that scene in Evil Dead, but consensual,” Adrian continues, his voice rising just like his concern. You roll your eyes at him, already expecting this reaction. Adrian talks big game about being unshakeable but you find it so easy to rile him up.

“Calm down, Spaghetti Squash. You’re much sweeter than he is,” you pat Adrian’s cheek and he beams at you, wide mouthed and toothy and tipsy. You drag your hand slowly down his face, tracing his jaw before you let your hand fall back into your lap.

“And Handsomer?” he fishes for the compliment, and you playfully frown at him.

“You always ask questions you know the answer to,” you tease, and Adrian’s smile never fades.

Rick must be feeling pretty voyeuristic right now, you think, watching two people who just plainly adore each other flirt and touch in front of him; but Rick also doesn’t flinch away from this, you notice. Maybe he likes watching.

“He makes me laugh,” you answer your commanding officer, turning back to him finally.

“Is that a Who Framed Roger Rabbit quote?” He asks, brows furrowed, but a smirk on his face. Okay, play ball, Colonel Flag.

“See, Adrian? I told you Goody Two Shoes was a man of taste,” you glance up at Adrian again before focusing your attention back on Rick Flag. Zero in, Aim, Kill.

“Is that how you see me?” he asks, a challenge.

You tilt your head, a non-answer. Yes, kind of. He himself is good. Maybe too good. Thats probably why he does this silly little Icarus dance and gets too close to people who can and will burn him when they kiss. You glance down at his drink, then back at him and the light glistening of the residue of beer on his bottom lip, the way it shimmers in the light.

Rick is handsome in a way Adrian isn’t. While Adrian is THE choice when it comes to general compatibility and attraction and survival, Rick is A choice. He’s serious, kind, and genuinely tries to see the good in everyone, even if there isn’t any to be found. He’s a gamble, mostly because he’s more willing to gamble. He would put his faith in you and hope you would be by his side even without a bomb in your neck. He’s built like Magic Mike.

“Let Adrian make your next drink,” You tell him, lying, “He’s a master mixologist.”

Rick’s eyes move from you to your protector, whose gloved hand is now possessively on the back of your neck, right where the bomb was placed.

“And why should I do that?” he counters. Adrian tenses.

“Because maybe,” you grab Adrian’s hand and clasp it within yours, “We’ll let you keep drinking with us. You have my vote, you need to earn his.”

Rick laughs, and slumps back from you; his eyebrow twitches in curiosity. Hook, line, sinker. You squeeze Adrian’s hand.

“And how would I do that?” Rick asks.

You laugh as you take his free hand, leading both him and Adrian to another room.

Rick doesn’t understand this game.

All he knows is that he seems to lose every card he pulls, and at least half of the cards you pull. He went to college enough to know this is some deranged version of King’s Cup, but he doesn’t remember a rule that lets Adrian lick rum off of your chest or a rule that means you have to pop off a round when you pull the King.

After his third seemingly bad card, he realized you were lying about the Vigilante’s mixing abilities. He’s a heavy pour with no eye for ratios, not unlike his heavy handed and uneven idea of justice. Rick figures thats why you and that maniac fit well, both twisted and curious and reckless in the same ways. It’s attractive in you though, as much as it is off-putting about Adrian.

Ricks eyes follow Adrian’s tongue though, wet and flat and lavishing the liquor between your breasts, watching how he leaves goosebumps on your skin in his wake. He watches as Adrian shamelessly dips his face into the opening of your vest, realizing that he would push the younger man out of the way for his own turn if you gave him permission. 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 have taken you up on your offer to play any game, let alone one involving alcohol.

You seem to whisper something to Adrian, his rum soaked chin between your nimble fingers and he moves away to take his seat again.

“My turn,” you smirk as you pull the next card from the deck, flipping it to show Rick instead of yourself.

“Jack of Spades,” he tells you. Your eyes dart to Adrian before you smile at him. That can’t be good.

“Never have I ever,” Adrian clarifies. Rick squints in confusion.

“I thought Jacks were categories,” he says, challenging the younger man.

“Well now they’re not,” you chime in, something sweetly venomous in your tone, daring him to keep pressing the issue. Rick is a man that knows when to back down.

He sighs as he puts up his hand, three fingers ready to go. You and Adrian both put up a hand as well, and you start as the card puller.

“Never have I ever… fucked Harley Quinn,” you stare him down as you wiggle your fingers, a cheap shot at him. Rick will remember that.

It’s his turn.

“Never have I ever… been arrested,” Rick admits, and you narrow your eyes at him as you and Adrian both put down a finger.

There’s a bit of pride in Rick’s posture as he settles in, all of you now on equal footing.

“Never have I ever,” Adrian starts, then pauses, biting his tongue between his straight teeth, “Worked for a government that lies.”

It’s clear that was supposed to be a dig at Rick, competition between the two.

“Ade, baby, you’re doing that right now,” you whisper to him in a soothing voice, husky but gentle. His shoulders immediately drop in disappointment.

“So you drink,” you tell him, nudging his hand holding the glass with your knuckle. He drinks, and puts another finger down, his admittance to defeat this round.

“Okay, okay,” you draw the attention back to yourself, despite your eyes watching the way Adrian’s adams apple bobs as he swallows.

“Never have I ever gotten a promotion.”

Again, Rick is the only one to put down a finger. Now he and Adrian have one finger up, and you still have your two. They’re on the same level, something they both have to be painfully aware of as you eye them up like you’ll catch and cook them.

“Never have I ever gone to prom,” Rick offers quickly, shutting up any giggle that might be on your lips as you put a finger down, now tied with the men.

“You poor things,” you muse, but Rick can tell you don’t mean it. There’s sarcasm on your tone that makes him think maybe the movie Carrie wasn’t too far off.

“Never have I ever been an only child,” Adrian says, quickly, like hes trying to throw the whole game away. There’s something about how he shifts in his seat that looks like he’s starting to get antsy of it.

Only you put your finger down. You’re out first, a fact that surprises you as much as it probably surprises the others as well.

“Shit,” you swear under your breath, and take a quick swig of your drink.

“What do you want me to do?” you ask, refusing to look at either of them, your scowl settling into your features. Right, the loser has to do something for the winners.

Your file comes to mind for Rick, and your reactions to the failed mayoral race.

Adrian wordlessly pulls you onto his lap, and your smile returns, if only briefly.

“Dunno about Rick, but I want you right here,” Adrian tells you, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Well, we can keep playing if you want,” Rick offers, “Y’know, we can all lose… learn a little bit more about each other.”

Anything so he doesn’t have to see that pout again.

Fuck, Waller’s gonna skin him.

You shrug, and he figures thats all he’s gonna get.

“Never have I ever had a secret identity,” Rick offers, and Adrian happily puts his finger down. He’s out too.

“Never have I ever,” you glance between the two men, and for the first time you look like you didn’t have one loaded in the barrel, “Had… a threesome.”

Rick’s eyebrows shoot up as he too puts a finger down, finally out as well.

“No way, who?” Adrian asks, and this is maybe the first time Adrian has addressed him personally.

“A good man doesn’t kiss and tell,” Rick replies.

“Boring,” Adrian says.

And then he pulls a card, as if the air in the room had not just crackled with tension.

Queen.

“So its questions?” Rick asks, hoping the rules haven’t changed again.

“Do you finally get it?” you reply, jumping right back into the game.

“Why did it take you so long?” asks Adrian.

“How was I supposed to know?”

“Aren’t you military trained?”

“Didn’t you say you knew we were crazy like an hour ago?”

“Hasn’t… ugh… shit,” Rick runs out of steam the questions firing too quickly.

“Take your shirt off,” you don’t miss a beat, shrugging, “because you lost.”

If you had thought earlier that tonight would have gone as well this, you would have really thought you lost your mind. Adrian twitches, thrusting a little harder into you, an attempt at a poker face forced onto his face. Rick’s eyes trained on you, maybe the same way he trains his eye on a target.

Rick leans back in his chair, in only his boxers, sweat coating his chest as he does nothing to hide the fact that he’s hard watching this display.

Adrian lazily rolls his hips into you, your jacket partially obscuring what’s happening, but you know Rick isn’t stupid. He knows Adrian is fucking you, knows your skirt is pushed up in just the right way and your underwear pushed to the side.

Adrian was barely subtle when he did it, rearranging you on his lap after the latest round of mini games had him losing his own gear and pants. You'd managed to be winning, your jacket and your skirt still on, your boots and vest tossed somewhere behind the chairs. He got handsy, big and warm and calloused against your skin. They traveled under your jacket, down your body, down your skirt. He hitched up. his knee, pushing you further back onto his lap, using his adjusting as an excuse to maneuver himself out of his boxers and under your skirt. You know you faltered, eyes fluttering as his length pushed against you, a shuddering gasp as you felt his hand pull your underwear to the side.

Adrian, however, acted nonchalant. He joked and took swigs of his drink and talked with you and Rick as if he wasn't playing you like a fiddle, as if he was not positioning you to sit pretty on his cock.

This is actually only the second time you’ve fucked Adrian. You don’t count hand stuff between the bars or weird touching in the mess hall when you have time out of your cell. You know his cock, but you’re still surprised at how amazing it feels when he fills you, sat on his lap and filled to the brim with him, the only movement his little thrusts pushing even deeper than you thought possible.

Rick watches like a hawk, and you wink at him as he pulls another card.

“Eight,” He reveals.

“Pick a date,” You explain.

He points at you, and you lean over to grab your drink. The change in angle makes you moan, and you do so shamelessly.

“Ade, want me to grab one for you while I’m down here?” you ask, knowing another moan will escape you when you lean back again.

“Fuckin… Yeah,” Adrian gasps. He’s so cute.

You grab a card and pull yourself back up, attempting to bite back this moan. You fail as you lock eyes with Rick, something animalistic in his gaze. You shiver. Fuck. You want him too. You tear your eyes away from him to look at the playing card.

“Ten,” you tell him.

“Truth or dare! Alright!” Adrian is enthusiastic.

“Okay, babe, truth or dare?” He asks you.

“Truth,” you respond, deciding to play it safe at first.

“Boring!” he exclaims, “ But, are you loving this right now?”

You nod, laughing as you lean into him. Again, Rick is a voyeur.

“Rick,” you address him, still in Adrian world, still curled into him.

“Yeah?”

“You jealous?” You ask.

He’s silent for a moment, long enough for you to turn and look at him again, this time with hunger in your eyes.

“Yeah, kinda.”

You laugh, a little too dark to be a giggle, a little too light to have malicious intent.

“Truth or dare, Adrian?” Rick asks, which surprises you.

“Truth,” he declares, and punctuates it by rolling his hips up into you again, dragging himself against you, and you bite your lip. A show.

“Do you consider me a challenge?” he asks. Oh, it’s a dick measuring contest, you realize.

He contemplates it, and then moves his hand to your face, his thumb on your lip. You open your mouth, taking the digit between your lips, sucking.

“I don’t know how I could even think of you as a challenge. I mean…” He trails off, his index finger tapping your cheek.

“Fair enough,” Rick concedes.

“Truth or dare?” Adrian responds, to Rick, which surprises you. You look between the two men, stilling any motion, like the freeze frame before a fight.

“Dare,” Rick all but snarls, clearly calling Adrian’s challenge. It's interesting, being fought over like this. People have fought over your resources, your power, your alliance, but never yourself. It's a bit of an ego trip, one that strokes you better than any cock could.

“I dare you to try and show her a better time than I could,” Adrian says, and then looks to you.

His hips still as his eyes meet yours, a silent as if this is okay? You want this? And maybe, will you still pick me after all of this? His eyes are bright behind his glasses, not shying away from the fact that he’s watching you, his thumb still between your kiss swollen lips. You lead the charge, you let Adrian follow. Strangely loyal, awfully endearing. How is it that you spent your entire life in the Pacific Northwest without passing him earlier?

You nod, giving him the okay, and take his hand into yours, pulling his thumb from your lips. You swivel your hips, quietly moaning as you resettle yourself in his lap, and let him press a possessive kiss on your neck.

“You sure?” you whisper to him, and he shrugs nonchalantly. Adrian doesn't really seem like the kind of guy that would be okay with this, but if he says so, you cannot deny it.

Wordlessly, you motion for Rick to approach, and he crosses the room slowly. He gives you a show, his underwear leaving little to the imagination, the light layer of sweat making his muscles shine in the light. Rick smirks at you, easygoing despite how you can see his hand twitching. Is he sure he’s had a threesome before?

You lick your lips as he stops in front of you, and Adrian grabs for your jacket. You stare up at Rick expectantly as Adrian pulls the leather down your arms, baring your chest to the Colonel. His eyes travel down your body shamelessly, committing your body to memory, painting your portrait in his mind.

“So how should we…?” he trails off, not sure how to proceed. Adrian makes a decision for him, though, and puts his hands firmly on your hips. You’re not going anywhere, especially as he fucks up into you, the chair below him creaking. He snaps his hips to claim his place and also yours. You’re not going to fucking move. You gasp, hand reaching back to steady yourself against his firm chest, fingers flexing against his muscles. This doesn't deter Rick, however, who takes another step towards you, stopping just in front of your knees.

“Well?” you ask, expectantly, and his smirk turns into a smile as he huffs out a small laugh. Rick unceremoniously yanks down his boxers, already leaving little to the imagination but still you cannot hide the shock in your eyes when you finally see his cock.

Rick’s cock is long, handsome as he is, and a delicious shade of pink. You reach out, fingers curling around the base of his cock as you smile up at him. If Rick didn't know better, he’d think you were an angel. Good thing he knows better.

You pump his cock at the same rythm Adrian fucks you, his thrusts and your fist moving in tandem. You’re mesmerized by the way Rick’s brows scrunch up, as if you've unlocked his kryptonite, attention being the thing to break through his attempted cool exterior. Its beautiful. He’s beautiful.

You laugh, lips breaking into a smile, and you bend forward, Adrians grip on your hips changing his angle inside you shifting. He groans behind you appreciatively, and one of his hands gives your ass a slap. Rick flexes, and rolls his shoulders back.

“Do you like that?” you ask him, your voice a seductive whisper. You don't slow your rhythm, you don't look away; Adrian doesnt slow his rhythm, Rick doesnt look away.

“I like you,” Rick responds, just as flirty. You laugh, breathy and light, never breaking eye contact with your commanding officer. You roll your hips, feeling Adrian’s hands tightening on you.

“Of course you do,” you say with a roll of your eyes, finally breaking the contact. Your hand moves slowly, concentrating on running your thumb up and down the vein on the underside of his cock.

“Want some more?” he asks, stepping between yours and Adrian’s legs, his hand coming up to cup your jaw.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you hear from behind you, Adrian cursing as his hands loosen their grip on your hips.

You sigh, you should have known this would happen. Adrian doesnt seem like the sharing type, even if Rick is. You release your grip on Rick’s cock, leaning away until you back touches Adrian’s chest. You look up at him, and he doesn't look at you.

“Adrian?” you coo, voice venomously sweet.

He grunts.

“Adrian?” you call to him again, voice like a song as you reach up and run a finger along his jawline.

“What?” he practically spits the word.

“Honey, where is your cock right now?” you ask him gently as if you don’t both know, continuing to run your finger along his jawline, a comforting gesture.

Finally, Adrian leans into your touch, and his arms wrap around your waist. One hand dips down, and he teases your clit. You gasp, moan turning into a giggle.

“In this sweet pussy,” he answers.

“Uh huh, so let Rick play a little. His presence here is an unethical power imbalance and I think he knows that. He’s gonna play nice with me,” you tell him, scrunching your nose at him cutely. You turn your attention back to Rick, raising an eyebrow to silently ask him if he agrees. He smiles slowly, and you reach out for him again.

Rick guides your hand back to his cock, letting you grasp him once more.

Your teamwork resumes: Adrian You Rick, Adrian You Rick. Adrian setting the speed, the pace, leaning back in the chair for leverage to fuck up into you. Grunt, moan, gasp. Groan, gasp, moan. For the first time since the game started, you can actually hear the music floating through the air from the little radio. Some crooner sets the background for this devil’s threesome unfolding.

You speed up your movements, breaking the rhythm, and Rick inhales sharply between his teeth, a loud and discordant noise that seems to break the spell. Adrian’s hands seize your hips roughly again, seeking to possess you.

Fuck.

“Listen, Man,” Rick addresses Adrian awkwardly, his jaw twitching as you speed up your movements even more, your wrist working him over.

“What, man?” Adrian asks, petulant and sarcastic. You didn't know he knew how to do that. He’s full of surprises, you think.

“Don't you think I know what's happening here?”

Okay, that makes you pause. Maybe Rick is more perceptive than you originally thought.

“Your girl here is trying to honey pot me,” he explains, his hand reaching down to adjust your grasp on him, tighter, “Am I right?”

You nod up at him, nervous for once.

“She figures if she shows me a good time I’ll pull some strings to give you time enough off your sentences so you can be released together,” he explains, and Adrian’s grip on you softens, only to have his rough hand run up and down your side.

“Are you gonna?” Adrian asks, his desire to be out with you overtaking his desire to comment on an unethical exchange of sexual favors.

Rick only shrugs.

“Why not?”

That seems to be the only answer both men need, and you breathe a sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding.

Adrian’s hand dips forward again to find your clit, and your next breath is a shuddering gasp.

“You wanna be a honey pot?” he asks you, his pressure on your clit increasing, almost painfully. You nod, a needy whine escaping your lips.

“Then show Colonel Flag how sweet you are,” he commands you, his lips now against the shell of your ear. He speeds up his fingers, panting into your ear as he shallowly thrusts into you, your bodies flush. You feel helpless, a moaning mess losing yourself to your own pleasure, almost embarrassingly so. Your head rolls back onto Adrian’s shoulder, and your over kissed lips part into a dazed smile. You meet Rick’s eyes as Adrian’s movements start to make your body jolt and shake. Your orgasm, rapidly approaching, evident to everyone.

“C’mon baby,” Adrian encourages you, his fingers digging into your thigh, holding you open as he continues his onslaught, pleasure and pain now one in the same, white heat beginning to seep into the corners of your vision.

Until the dam breaks. Adrian holds you in place, only slowing down to give you slight mercy. Rick watches intensely, his eyes never leaving your face, even as your eyes roll back and your mouth opens in a silent scream, your body wracked with tremors as your orgasm hits you like a flooding storm. Adrian holds you tightly through it all, bringing you back to earth slowly. Your chest heaves, and your eyes meet Rick’s again.

Sweet enough? You silently ask him, and he smiles, understanding fully. Adrian seems to understand too, as he pulls you up off his lap, hissing at the air hitting his cock, cold compared to the heat of your cunt.

You stand unsteadily, almost dizzy as you use your legs for the first time in over an hour. Rick reaches out for you, pulling you into his arms as you steady yourself, his warmth radiating over you.

“Wanna lay down?” he asks, as if he already knows what you want. Yes, yes of course you do, you nod your head and he leads you over to the little table, pushing all of the discarded deck onto the floor as he gently lays you down. Adrian gets up and joins Rick, standing on the opposite end of the table. You lay back, face to face with Adrian as your spine flattens out against the formica. He smiles at you sweetly, and you return it, before he winks. As if you read his mind, you open your mouth for him, and he leans down and spits between your lips. You smile up at him, eyes full of nothing but adoration.

“You want my mouth?” you ask him, and he shakes his head no. Rick the voyeur switches places with him, rounding the table until he’s standing next to your head.

“Stay still,” Rick warns you, his hands gently tilting your head back to lean off the edge of the table.

“Yes, Daddy,” you obey.

“Don’t,” Rick pauses, grimaces, blushes red as a tomato, “Don’t say that.”

You immediately tilt your head back up, looking for Adrian with wild amusement painted on your features.

“Did you hear that?” you giggle, snapping your fingers at Adrian from his spot between your legs. He laughs along with you, pointing at Rick, who rolls his eyes.

“Colonel’s got a Daddy kink!” you laugh, only stopped when Rick pulls your back down, bringing your attention back on him to shut you up.

“You want a taste?” he asks, grasping his cock by the base, and stepping closer to your bruised lips.

You nod, eagerly. The tip of his cock touches your lips, and you gladly part them to let Rick push his cock between them. You push your tongue out to taste him, salty and hot against you, your tongue massaging him as you take him fully into your mouth. Fuck, he feels good in your mouth, just as good as you thought he would. He pushes slowly, whether hes testing the waters or afraid to hurt you, you arent sure. But you want more, no, need it even. He takes a few more shallow thrusts, slow and even and safe.

We can’t have that, now can we?

You grab his hips, thumbs dipping right against his v-line as you pull him closer to you, taking him as deep as you can. Rick gasps, then groans in surprise, his voice strained as he gets used to the sensation of his cock down your throat.

Adrian, not one to be outdone, only watches the show for a moment before focusing his attention back to your cunt. Which, in his opinion, is only too clothed.

Adrian pushes your skirt up around your waist, bunching the fabric up ungracefully. His fingers rake down the front of your underwear, wet and twisted and useless now that Adrian had already made a previous mess of them. Impatient to a fault, repositioning you to pull them off smoothly would take too long.

Your focus is pulled from the heat of Rick’s cock by cool steel against your hip, and without pulling yourself off of Rick you hum, trying to get attention as you ask what the fuck is going on. Rick reaches down to rub his thumb along your chin in comfort.

“Adrian’s got a knife,” Rick explains, and as you feel the elastic of your underwear break, you relax once more. You had told Adrian one night in your cell that you wanted him to do that to you once he got his knives back. He’s a good listener.

You swivel your tongue along Rick’s cock, the hot velvet soft skin and salty sweat. You hollow out your cheeks, pride blooming in your chest as the commanding officer groans like a much more desperate man.

Adrian’s cock once again presses against your entrance, a key into a lock, and he sinks into you slowly, a loud and blissful moan spilling from his lips. You can only imagine the smile on his face. The same smooth drag, the fullness of him returns to you, and you moan around Rick’s shaft. You feel the shiver up his spine from here. He likes that, you notice, and file it away in your mind to use against him.

Adrian is not slow and gentle for long, though, quickly picking up speed now that he has the freedom to have you spead out below him like this.

His hips slamming into you shakes the table, rocking your mouth farther onto Rick’s cock. You gag, sharply inhaling through your nose to try to keep control. You reach out to him, your fingers wrapping around his forearms to stabalize you, so that maybe next time Adrian decides to be rough it wont end with Rick bruising your vocal cords. Rick moves his hands, gripping the edge of the table to keep you in place. Adrian hammers into you, fucking you onto Rick, once again a tandem rhythm between the three of you.

“Jesus, Colonel, is that your dick?” you hear Adrian ask as he presses your thighs farther apart.

“Yep,” You hear Rick confirm, his hand coming off the edge of table to brush his fingertips across your neck, “Pretty little throat your girl’s got.”

“Don’t I know it?” Adrian asks, and that effectively ends their conversation again. You’re glad

theyre starting to get along. You feel Adrian’s hands running up and down your thighs, massaging his thumbs into the muscles, but you can only be so pliant beneath him when tension builds and pools in your stomach, threatening to bring you over the edge again.

You try to focus on one or the other. Try to focus on keeping your cheeks hollow and your tongue moving for Rick. Try to focus on not coming again on Adrian’s cock while he teases and manipulates your body. You feel like you're failing though, and falling all the same, your muscles feel weak against both of them, hard and strong, your body filled with white-hot heat like molten lava.

Adrian breaks your thoughts by yanking both of your legs together, your knees knocking together roughly. Heat turning supernova, you moan loud around Rick’s cock, and he himself moans in response.

“That gonna get you to come for me again?” Adrian asks, laughter in his voice as he places both of your ankles on one shoulder, hugging your legs to his chest. The angle is… divine. Your eyes screw shut tightly, stars bursting behind your eyelids. He’s such a little shit.

You hum affirmatively again around Rick’s cock, and his hips stutter against your face, knocking into your chin.

“Fuck, Doll, you gotta stop doing that,” he sighs, but you can barely hear him. No, you’re focusing to holding onto your sanity. Everything feels so so so much, everything is Adrian and Rick, Adrian and Rick, and you melting between them. Fuckfuckfuckfuck.

A strangled cry fights its way from your mouth, and a cord snaps within you. You shudder, and Adrian leans down to pin you down even further, slowing down this time to give you a little mercy. He is sweet. He works you through your orgasm slowly, gently pulling it from you, gently letting you back down to earth, gently letting the pleasure crash over you in waves. He thrusts slowly, dragging himself from you before every slow thrust in, taking you apart and putting you back together. You float back down into yourself slowly, held by both of them. Adrian pressed against you and Rick now running his fingers through your hair.

Rick pulls out slowly, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and finally you can swallow properly, your sore jaw slack and tired. Adrian presses a kiss to the back of your knee, pulling out as well. You groan at the loss of him, at the heat leaving your body. Then again, at the feeling of goosebumps covering your skin. He lets your legs down gently, your heels coming to rest on the edge of the table as he holds you lazily.

Rick leans down, eyes dark and lustful, handsome and fully focused on you. He is dangerous.

“Can I have that honey pot, gorgeous?” Rick asks you, face close enough to kiss. You lean up, craning your neck to do just that. He tastes like rum and vanilla, sickeningly sweet. Your hand reaches up to pull him even closer, your nails raking through his soft hair. Rick’s hand quickly finds your chest, his thumb brushing over your nipple. What a tease, you think.

He parts his lips from you slowly, eyes staying closed as if savoring the moment to commit to memory.

“You can have whatever you want,” you whisper, and Rick seems to preen at that. He stands tall again and moves to take Adrian’s place. Adrian doesn't budge though.

“You gonna…?” Rick trails off, holding out his hand to gesture Adrian to the side. Adrian still doesn't budge, his feet planted to the floor. You roll your eyes, bored of the competition. Men.

“I think I’m good here,” Adrian shrugs, his fingers idly running up and down the side of your leg.

“Don’t act like she’s not the one that holds your leash, Vig,” Rick shoots back, pointing out a truth, “Everyone sees how you protect her. She's a big girl.”

Adrian visibly deflates, his shoulders drooping. If you didn’t know better, you would think Rick’s gaze is softening in guilt. But you do know better.

“Don’t worry, babe, you’re the only one that gets to come inside,” you stage whisper to him, looking at Rick the whole time. He gets it and nods instantly in reassurance.

“Better be,” Adrian pouts, “And maybe he should only get you from behind.”

It’s a little petty on Adrian’s part, but you have a bond. The Colonel is an interloper at the end of the night, and Adrian’s comfort is important.

“I can work with that,” Rick pipes up, slapping a reassuring hand on the younger man’s shoulder, which surprisingly is not shrugged off. Adrian even looks a little surprised at the turn of events, as if he’s used to others making him put up more of a fight to get what he wants.

You turn yourself over, ignoring the ache in your core, dropping onto your feet off the edge of the table to bend over. The cool air hits you, and finally you realize just how wet you are. Fuck.

Adrian is reluctant as he moves in front of you, but he seems thankful of the shitty table, and the ability to kiss you before he grabs your head to lower it on his shaft. He kisses you softly, holding both sides of your face in his big hands. You press your lips to his eagerly, a salve to whatever hurt his ego feels in this whole situation. You know you’ll hear an earful when you go to sleep next to him later, but you don’t mind. Not when he looks like that.

You’re broken from your thoughts by the feeling of another pair of rough hands; this time finding purchase on your hips. Adrian breaks the kiss somewhat reluctantly, licking the seam of your lips before he pulls away.

You smile up at him again, and he grabs his shaft, pumping from the base to the tip twice. Like a fucking pornstar.

“Open up?” he asks, and you oblige, dramatically parting your lips and sticking your tongue out for show. His nose scrunches, his glasses fogging slightly as he laughs through his nose, and he inches closer to you, teasing you with the tip just out of reach. You pout, and then smile as he gives in, resting the fat head of his cock against your tongue.

Rick’s cock brushes against your entrance, only for a moment, and then he pushes his entire length into you with one thrust, filling you entirely.

You moan, loud and wanton, pushed further onto Adrian’s shaft as well. Both of them fill you, completely.

Rick lingers, savoring the feeling of being fully inside you, holding your hips and your bodies flush together. He pulls himself out again slowly, almost completely, dragging against you, friction that makes you whine, open mouthed and loud around Adrian’s shaft, and his grip on your head only becomes tighter. Rick takes the opportunity to land a hard smack against your ass, hard enough to bruise. Hard enough to make his mark on you the way that Adrian has, hard enough to lay claim to you.

He then begins thrusting in earnest; long, savoring strokes you're sure he will remember later, fucking his fist in the shower.

The edge of the table digs into the flesh of your thighs, you can imagine the indents they'll leave, a sweet reminder as you're sure it'll be sore to walk tomorrow. He presses into you deep, each thrust harder than the last, each thrust earning him a moan.

You push back against him, arching your back into each of his movements. Adrian moves differently, barely thrusting his hips, small movements while he keeps himself deep in your mouth, his tip kissing the back of your throat with every little push of his hips.

The room fills with moans, all three of you together harmoniously, hitting your stride.

“Fucking amazing,” Rick sighs, beginning to speed up his thrusts, his hip bones bumping against your ass.

“Right?” Adrian agrees, his thumb swiping against your cheek. Wet, like the rest of you.

“You’re a lucky man, Vigilante.”

And without warning Rick changes his angle, hips now connecting with the bottom of your ass, and you nearly scream. This new angle… this is… excruciating pleasure.

He reaches a part of you that your hadn't already known, the tip of his cock brushing against a spot that makes your vision blur. He hits it over and over, your eyes rolling back into your head as your orgasm rushes almost embarrassingly.

You feel yourself tightening around him, feel all of your muscles seizing. You try as hard as you can to keep your jaw where it is for Adrian despite the fact that Rick has the rest of your body curling in on itself.

He speeds up, continuing to hit that spot, hit that place in you. Your toes curl, and you lose your composure quickly, now moaning every time he fills you to the hilt.

You moan on Adrian’s cock, your throat vibrating around his cock, and at some point he just stops thrusting, enjoying the feeling of you on him in your current state too much.

Rick keeps thrusting, your back arching to the point where your body almost comes off the table, your hips rising almost uncomfortably to meet the angle he has set to make you come beneath him, and expertly so. You're barrelling towards that high, bracing yourself to let yourself go, to go limp around Rick Flag, to show him…

“Fuck,” Rick curses, pulling out harshly. He taps the tip of his cock against your ass a few times, and then sighs deeply.

“You are something else,” he laughs, his free hand running down your hip. Adrian takes this as his cue, and pulls himself out of your mouth too. Unlike with Rick, you whine at the loss of Adrian. You look up at him through your lashes, his smile cocky and excited.

“You wanna finish the job?” you ask your protector, and he nods eagerly, the smile never slipping.

You turn your attention back to the older man.

“It’s okay, Colonel,” you coo, your voice once again sweet with that venom, taunting, “You can have my mouth again.”

Rick isn’t going to think twice about it, and he switches places with Adrian to stand in front of you again, gathering your hair in his fist. You lock eyes with him as your tongue darts out of your mouth, a gentle lick to the head of his cock. He shudders, clearly ready. Well, you’re not one to waste time. You pull him in closer by the hips, taking his length back into your mouth.

He groans appreciatively when the back of your throat meets the tip of his cock again, kissing it. Quick, shallow thrusts this time, less about exploring you and more about an eagerness to meet his end, and to watch you meet your end once again. He holds your head still, fucking your mouth, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have cards to deal as well.

You swivel your tongue along the vein on the underside of his shaft, mapping it like hills and valleys.

He’s quick, head thrown back in pleasure and chest heaving. Adrian is not one to be outdone though, and enters you equally as quickly, no show or frills or gentleness this time. He enters you as a means to an end as well.

Both men thrust into you hungrily, chasing a high only given by you. Adrian reaches down, bending his body over you until his fingers reach your clit again, moving with a pace and desperation to make you scream around Rick’s cock. His arm will probably be as bruised as your thighs will be tomorrow morning, but it’s clear he doesn’t care, hammering into you again.

The tension you felt under Rick comes back almost immediately, your body tensing and curling for Adrian now as he puts himself deep inside you. Rick has to almost work against Adrian, his own thrusts having to fit in the waves and crashes of Adrian’s hips.

Adrian works you over, your body constricting and tensing under Adrian’s generous moans, watches you as you start to lose it.

“That's it babe, show the Colonel how good you are,” Adrian encourages, the pressure of his finger on your clit now almost violent, knowing how ready you are.

“Let go,” Adrian urges, his voice so low and wanting. Instead of you, its Rick that lets go, filling your throat with his release, salty and hot, but easy to swallow. He tastes good, not too much not too little. You swallow him down eagerly, making eye contact the entire time, and you're almost sure he sheds a tear.

It's seconds later that Adrian makes you come again.

You shudder, hard and unsexy under him, and entire loss of control, but you hide none of it from Rick. He knows you, or at least he should. Adrian comes shortly after, his release with a groan, and the two of you sink to the floor as a unit, connected, held together. Adrian keeps you close.

Your head shoots up from Rick’s shoulder as if you’ve been burned, your eyes wide as you turn your face towards the pile of his clothes. The Colonel unravels himself from you and the Vigilante, a pile of limbs doused in sweat and spit and salt. His phone vibrates; the case clattering against his belt buckle, the screen a bright intrusion to the dim lights, reflecting off of the rum bottles like christmas lights. Rick stumbles towards it, pulled by duty. Adrian pulls at you by the handful, fully enveloping you in his embrace. One so new and yet already so comforting. You picked right when you set your sights on him.

Rick bends down to pick up his phone, showing you a great view of that ass of his. You rake your fingernails over Adrian’s bicep, tracing the scar tissue lines across soft freckled skin while you watch what the other man does.

Rick’s screen illuminates a grimace on his face. Your brows furrow in confusion, and then realization.

“Waller?” you ask, voice partially muffled by how Adrian has himself wrapped around you.

“Yup,” Rick confirms, knowing he’s probably a dead man.

You and Adrian burst into laughter.

He’s so fucking dead.

Rick slips on his underwear and leaves the room to take the call.

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drabbles-mc · 1 year ago

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All Settled

Rick Flag x F!Reader (past: Rick Flag x June Moone)

For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo square: caught in a storm

Warnings: 18+, language, pining, arguing, light angst

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: They're aruging, they're pining, they're stuck in an airport together. We love to see it! also idk i might write more for these two eventually I'm not sure i just don't know but there are Vibes i might explore later lmao

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It was perfect, really. Not in the way that it was good, but in the way that it happened and all you could do was laugh, shake your head, and think to yourself, “Of fucking course.”

“This funny to you?” Rick asked, clearly not as amused as you as he dropped his bag to the floor with a loud thud. It wasn’t nearly as loud as the clap of thunder that sounded right before he’d spoken to you, though.

“I mean,” you said with a shrug, also letting your bag slip down off your shoulders, albeit with less drama, “it’s a little funny to me, yeah.”

He shook his head, scuffing the toe of his boot along the tiled floor. You could tell by that and the tightness of his jaw alone that he was fighting the urge to punt his own bag across the floor. “Glad you think so.”

You didn’t let it faze you—Rick and his short fuse weren’t anything new to you at this point. “Yeah, because getting mad about it like you are seems to be so much better.”

He opened his mouth to fire back at you, but he stopped himself when he saw the traces of amusement on your face, that you were just going to take whatever he said to you in that moment and flip it right back onto him. You were one of the few people in the world that he would request time and time again to assist with Task Force X whenever he could, whenever he got enough leash to bring in an extra body on his side of things. But it didn’t make him any less annoyed with you in moments like this.

“Don’t get your panties in a knot, Flag,” you said as you dropped into one of the many empty chairs behind you. Lightning flashed outside, bright light coming through all the airport windows for a split second. “We’ll be outta here first thing in the morning.”

He shook his head, trying to figure out if he wanted to pace and be angry about the situation, or sit down next to you and be angry about it instead. His exhaustion won out just enough to get him to sink down into the chair beside yours.

“Made it through all that shit, and we get stuck on the layover. That’s,” he shook his head, “that’s just…”

“Perfect,” you finished for him with a laugh. You looked over at him, watching as he shook his head and tried not to look like he wanted to laugh right along with you. “Look at the bright side,” you stretched your legs out in front of you, crossing one over the other, “least we didn’t get stuck in this storm with the rest of the team.”

The sigh he puffed out turned into a laugh, shaking his head as he thought about the scenario you’d just put into his head. “Fuckin’ A.”

“Exactly.” You let your head drop back to rest against the top of the seat. You stared up at the ceiling for a few seconds in silence before saying, “We should’ve gotten a hotel room.”

Now it was his turn to laugh at you. “Seriously? We’ve been stuck out,” he gestured vaguely, not wanting to say exactly where even though there weren’t many people around, “you know, and you’re gonna bitch about sleeping in an airport?”

Turning your head to look at him, you raised your eyebrows and replied, “I’m off the clock, Rick—I’d like to sleep in a real bed if at all possible.”

He chuckled, shaking his head at you. “Poor thing,” he mocked.

You laughed, elbowing his arm off the rest that separated your chair from his. Like he had any right to give you grief about complaining at this point. “Fuck you.”

Neither of you said anything for a bit after that. The two of you sat there in your insanely uncomfortable airport chairs, with posture that wasn’t fit at all for the caliber of soldier that the both of you were. Both of you were watching the few people who were stuck at the airport with you. Your flight had been one of the last, but it seemed like a couple others that were scheduled to leave late got pushed off until the morning. No one was dedicated enough to getting a hotel room to go outside in the rain and wind to get a cab. So you watched everyone putting together makeshift beds of their own out of their luggage, draping themselves across chairs. Whatever it took to be at least mildly comfortable.

You’d been still and quiet for so long that Rick thought that you might’ve fallen asleep. Tilting his head, he glanced over at you to find you very much awake. Your eyes were fixed on the small cluster of people who were at the gate across from yours. Among them was a woman with two children, young enough that they thought this was all so fun and exciting.

“Why do you always say yes?” he asked you, watching you as you watched everything around you.

Your face contorted in confusion but you still didn’t turn to face him. “Hm?”

“When I put in the request for you, why do you always say yes?”

You chuckled, finally facing him. “Why do you keep requesting me?”

“’Cause I know you won’t let me get shot.”

You laughed at that, trying not to be too loud as everyone continued to hunker down to go to sleep. “Yea, I guess that’s fair.” You pulled your legs up, feet resting on the edge of your seat as you wrapped your arms so that your hands interlocked and rested on your shins. “Maybe I just like making sure you don’t get shot.”

He smiled, a tiny grin that was briefly illuminated by another strike of lightning. “Can’t like it that much.”

You arched your brow. “Want me to start saying no? Leave the big bad Colonel all on his own?”

He shook his head at you. “Not what I said. I just, I don’t know.” He crossed his arms, letting them rest over his stomach as he looked at the same place you’d just been looking. “You always seemed like you were looking to settle down. This,” he laughed, “this shit ain’t settled.”

You hummed in amusement as you nodded. “It’s not.” You paused. “I’m just, I don’t know, guess I haven’t really found someone to settle with yet. Not gonna give this up with no reason to.” You waited for him to look at you. “Lucky for you, though, huh?”

He nodded, gave you a quick smirk, but he didn’t say anything else in response. You couldn’t tell if there was more that he wanted to say. Either way, it didn’t matter much. He sunk down a little farther in his chair, long legs stretched out in front of him. The heel of his boots rested just on the far side of his ridiculously large duffle bag, ensuring that no one would be able to try and snatch it without him noticing. You shook your head at the precaution—it didn’t seem like anyone in present company was going to want any of his fatigues and t-shirts that hadn’t been washed in a week. You let him have that, though. You watched as his chin dropped and tucked towards his chest, eyes falling closed even though he probably wouldn’t actually fall asleep for a long time.

“Think you’re ever going to?” you asked, propping your chin on your knees as you did.

His eyes were still shut as he asked, “Ever gonna what?”

“Settle down?”

His eyes slowly opened, muscles tensing as he processed the two-word question. “I don’t know.”

You were nearly kicking yourself for ruining the moment. Things were fine. You didn’t have to pry, but you did it anyway. You just couldn’t let things lie—it was a habit you always meant to work on and never got around to it.

“Sorry,” you said, your voice tentative in a way that it hardly ever was with anyone, least of all with Rick.

He looked at you, brows meeting in confusion. “For what?”

You knew that answering the question was just going to dig a deeper hole, but you also knew that you weren’t going to be able to ignore the question, either. Stubbornness was one of the traits that you and Rick shared.

You shrugged, wishing that you could pull your legs in farther, make yourself smaller and disappear out of this conversation. “It’s not my business. I know that…it’s just…I know since June you sorta just—”

“Got it,” he cut you off.

You fought the urge to sigh with everything in you. You were annoyed with yourself, but you were annoyed with him too. “Right.”

There was just enough of a shift in your tone to keep him hooked into the conversation, even though it was evident that neither of you wanted to continue it. “What?”

You shook your head. “I’m not doing this with you, Rick.” He went to try and argue but you kept talking before he could. “You don’t wanna talk about it so we’re just, we’re not gonna talk about it. Forget I fuckin’ said anything.” There was a long stretch of silence and before you could use any impulse control you said, “But to be fair, you asked me first.”

He sighed. “We doin’ this right now?”

“What this are you referring to, exactly?” you snapped, voice hushed. The rain beating down and echoing against the roof helped to hide some of your conversation.

“Since when do you wanna talk about that? About all my shit? About, about June?” He hesitated on it but he still managed to get the question out. You couldn’t remember the last time he actually said her name.

You were too caught up in your frustration to empathize about it though. “Are you serious?” You let your feet drop back to the floor, adjusting yourself in your chair so that your entire torso was turned and facing him. “You’re gonna sit there and pretend that I’m the one who never wanted to talk about it?” You scoffed. “Fuck’s sake, Rick. The only reason I found out the two of you broke up in the first place was because Boomer made some asshole comment and you nearly tossed him out of the helicopter. You have never wanted to talk to me about all of that. About anything, really.”

Rick’s fists were clenched at his sides, trying to keep himself from getting too defensive but you weren’t making it easy for him. You never did. He didn’t make it easy for himself, either. “Hey—”

“Actually, now that I think about it,” you cut him off, “you never talk to me about anything outside of work. You know all about me, but I don’t know shit about—”

“That’s not true,” he interjected, voice firm enough to give you pause. “That’s bullshit and you know it.”

Your shoulders slumped in defeat at that. He wasn’t wrong. But you weren’t completely wrong either. You both knew plenty about each other but there were always a series of walls that Rick kept up, ones that you never got around to building for yourself. Moments like that made it hard not to feel the distance.

“Whatever,” you finally said, not wanting to give in and actually tell him that he was right.

He was still shaking his head at you as he went back to staring at his boots. “Don’t know why you care so much anyway—not like you ever liked her.”

“What? I,” you sputtered as you shook your head, “I had no problem with June. What are you talking about? I barely even knew her.”

It was true. Outside of the events of Midway City, you had next to no contact with June. Rick was pretty much her sole protective detail, hence how the rest of their entire situation played out. You were part of his team that time around too, although despite being his right hand, you were far from the top of his priority list the way that you were all the times after that when you guys handled ops together. But that was the only time you ever really spent around June, and to say that you really spent it with her would’ve been a stretch even under the most forgiving circumstances. But still, you never had a problem with her.

He let out a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a chuckle—either way it was full of attitude. “Right.”

You huffed, shaking your head. “Fuck you.”

You angled yourself away from him, turning your body so that you were facing forward again. Part of you wanted to get up and walk to another part of the airport. It would’ve been pointless, though. In just a few more hours the two of you would be sitting next to each other on the plane anyway. There was no escaping him until the trip was over. For a split second, you let yourself indulge in the thought that maybe next time you’d say no when he asked you to tag in.

“Should’ve gotten out when she did,” you mumbled.

You heard the sound of his clothes rustling as he turned to look at you. “What was that?”

You didn’t hesitate, not looking at him but speaking just a little louder, and a whole lot clearer. “I said you should’ve gotten out when she did.” You turned and looked at him, wanting to hit him with the full weight of what you were going to say next. “Maybe then you’d still—”

“Don’t fuckin’ go there,” he said, tone low but brimming with anger.

You rolled your eyes, slumping back against the chair. “Yes, sir.”

There were only about ten seconds between your response and him speaking up again, but those seconds felt like hours to Rick as he tried to force himself to just be honest instead of angry for once. Or at least be honest while he was being angry.

“It was because I wouldn’t give it up,” he finally said, bitterness coating his voice.

Your face scrunched in confusion for a moment before you turned your head to look at him. “What?”

“She left because I wouldn’t give it up. She wanted nothing to do with any of it after everything that happened. I got that. She was just waiting for me to walk away from it too.”

“You got into this shit for her—why didn’t you walk away?”

“Think Waller was just gonna let me walk?”

You shrugged. “Not at first. But she’d get tired of fighting you eventually.” You paused. “She probably would’ve ended your entire military career though.”

“Yeah,” he scoffed, “no thanks.”

“How long did it take her to realize you weren’t gonna quit?” you asked, figuring that if he was gonna open the door you might as well take a peek inside.

He shook his head. “Longer than it should’ve for someone as smart as she is.”

“Love makes you stupid.”

He let out a laugh, one that was one part sadness, one part humor. “Yeah, it does.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t be. Not on you.”

“You really love this shit, huh?” you asked, really processing the full weight of what he was telling you. Rick had turned his whole life on its head to save June. He said it himself that she was the only woman he’d ever really cared about. From the way he was acting during everything leading up to what happened at Midway City, you were certain that he would’ve done anything for her. But apparently not.

If he laughed you couldn’t hear it over the rumbles of thunder. “’Bout as much as I hate it.” He looked over at the windows for a moment, able to see the rain pelting down in the dark, then he looked back at you. “Stupid, right?”

You chuckled quietly. “That’s how you know you love it.”

“What’s your excuse, then?” he asked. “Because I know you sure as shit don’t love this.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling in the hopes that it would hide all of the thoughts that were racing through your brain because of his question. “Just an adrenaline junkie now, I guess.” You looked over at him. “Regular military ops just don’t do it for me anymore.”

He was slowly starting to let the tension drop out of his shoulders, his guard slowly coming back down as the both of you began to get back to some sort of common ground. “That’s it, huh?”

It wasn’t the time to get into it. It probably wouldn’t ever be the time to get into it. “That and, like you said, someone’s gotta keep you from getting shot.”

He was shaking his head at you, but at least this time he was almost smiling while he did it. The two of you had always had that going for you—no matter how quickly things tensed up between you, you usually managed to cool back down almost as quickly. Some of that was from all the years and hours you’d spent together, some of it was because in the situations you found yourselves in out in the field, there was no time for grudges so it was best to just let shit go if you could. But for yourself, you also knew that there was an element of not wanting to hang onto that, not with him. It’s why you’d always say yes when he asked you.

For a few seconds it was quieter than it had been. The rain lightened enough to not be echoing as it fell against the roof. The thunder and lightning subsided, and the conversation between you hit a lull. So when Rick cleared his throat, it seemed louder than it really was.

You turned to look at him and found him already staring at you. You raised your eyebrows, silently prompting him to say whatever it was that he was gearing up for. His brows scrunched for a split second, a final hesitation but he was still going to go through with it.

“We’re…?” he trailed off, his tone enough to fill in the rest of the question for him.

You smiled, nodding. “We’re good. Don’t worry,” you shifted in your chair so that you were leaning against his side, your head resting on his shoulder, “I won’t leave you hanging next time you call.”

He chuckled, wanting to shake his head and come back with a snarky remark, but he didn’t have it in him. Tilting his head, he looked over at you and for the first time in a long time, he felt a pull of something deep in his chest. A feeling that he wasn’t sure he could afford to put too much stock in. He let his head drop to rest against yours. “Thanks.”

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ilariyalavorowrites · 3 years ago

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Hope and Fear (Part two)

Imagine: Imagine being unaware that your shared lover June Moone had invited Rick Flag to join in with your conjugal visit, knowing that he had developed feelings for you. You believed that he wanted you gone

Warnings: Canon and non-canon pairings, angst, reader with powers!

Pairings: June Moone x F!Reader, June Moone x Rick Flag, June Moone x F!Reader x Rick Flag?

Word count: 1,916 words

Reader gender: Female

Author: Ilariya_Lavoro writes

Part 2 of 2

Their muffled voices had long since fallen silent, almost in a mournful acceptance that they were falling upon deaf ears. Not knowing whether they had left you to pick up the pieces of your broken heart. The strength of your despair caused your abilities to lash out, your surroundings shook with each new wave washing over you.

It held the door in place, jamming it firmly in the frame preventing anyone from entering the bathroom. You knew that it wouldn’t be long before the switch was flipped. The guards would have to subdue you by rendering you unconscious. It was hard to forget the pain that would consume every inch of your being but the darkness that came after, that would be more than welcomed.

Yet nothing came, the sound of hammering boots rushing in your direction was absent. It seemed that the alarm had been raised. Strange. You lifted your head, sniffling as you tried to make sense of the unfurling situation. Confusion washed over you. If they had left the pod then naturally the guards would follow suit.

Had they left? Were you alone? You couldn’t answer these questions as they sprung forth. You could leave the bathroom to find the answers but then again, if you physically left then you would have to deal with them directly. Deal with the agony at seeing the woman who you loved and the man who would never love you back. You had long since held steadfast to the notion of not violating their trust by reading their thoughts. Yet it held promise, a loophole in getting the answers to the many burning questions buzzing around in your head. Using one hand to brush away the tears that still continue to silently fall, as your eyelids slide shut as you start to focus your mind for the task at hand. As you slowly lowered the mental walls to open your mind, allowing the numerous voices to filter in, letting their thoughts be heard. Some were louder than others, some screamed at the world, whilst others were quiet like a mouse.

You pushed through the storm, searching for June and Rick. It didn’t take you too long to locate the pair. As June’s melodic inner voice was a soothing balm against your burning skin, a loving tune to your burning ears. Something that you truly longed to hear, to drown out the mundane drone of the masses and drown yourself in. Her inner voice was soft and quiet like a fine satin, forever lingering in the background much like she would. It drew you in, calling you home. It felt light, free of the sticky, thick heavy tar that had been the Enchantress chaining your lover down. Trapping her and ultimately overpowering her as they struggled for control over and over again. No more, for she was finally and truly free.

A contented smile spread across your lips. This had been almost impossible to hold back. June would always have such an effect upon you, even now. She was a calming, positive influence that made you want to be better, for her, no for both of them even if that was no longer a possibility. It would be something that you would most definitely miss in your long days and lonely nights in your box of a cell. It was all that you envision, awaiting you now that the choice had been made, one without your input. Unfairly so, but life was a bitch. A sentiment that rang true now more than ever.

His voice was brisk, louder but it did not linger far from June’s. It reflected Rick’s inherently protective nature, wanting nothing more than to keep her safe, away from the evils of the world. You were likely lumped in with the latter. He would never see you out of this harsh light. Tarred forever as one of the many villains in his lover’s story. Regardless of this fact, you would miss him, his very presence that you wished to get lost in. A hopeless dream of a romantic soul. One that longed to be loved. June had loved you but Rick would never. This was a fact that you were certain of. Still you would miss both of them.

It did not take much force to push deeper into their minds, it was much like pushing a pencil through paper. There was no resistance, no push back. As you brought their inner thoughts up to the surface. For neither of them had much more than a flimsy barrier to keep you and like minded beings out. You had planned to help them build a stronger one, to try and protect them against mental assaults that could easily come their way but this would no longer be possible with you trapped within Belle Reve’s almost impenetrable high walls and thrown out of this relationship. Your head shot up, as a surprised gasp escaped your lips. This was not what you expected. Far from it, if you were being completely honest.

June’s thoughts rush through first, for your mind had long since been finely tuned with hers. Linking with an ease that came with time, a bond that you hoped still hummed as brightly as before. It was still there, that thread that you believed had been destroyed with the death of the parasitic goddess. In her final act of cruelty but yet it still lingered on. It had survived, was this a sign? Had June been the one to cling onto the threads as they were pulled apart, refusing to let go of you, out of love for you.

After the many long nights trying to hold Enchantress back, waging psionic warfare with an entity stronger than yourself but your resolve had never waned. Your life had depended upon your success back then.

‘Please let me in, don’t push me aside. I want nothing more than to hold you, chase away those fears that consume your every waking thought. I love you, how can you not see that?’

The words were engulfed with sheer terror, concern but underneath all of that anxiety and agony was devotion, compassion and love. June was firing on all cylinders, aimed squarely in your direction. You had been wrong, wholly and completely in the wrong. Misreading the room, when that first thought had trickled through. There was more to what you had heard.

June was the sun in your sky, always had been. You had longed to lay under her warming rays once again. Maybe there was a chance after all for some semblance of a happy ending, even for one such as you. It was hard not to fight back the next wave of tears as they broke free, cascading down your already reddening cheeks. These were joyful, happy compared to the previously bitter, mournful ones that had fallen.

You suddenly felt lighter, calmer with your impending sentence. It didn’t perceive the same bleakness when contemplating the years that you would spend behind bars, in those tiny four walls for you were no longer alone. You had her, that would be enough for you.

The smoky tones of one Colonel Rick Flag broke through the silence that had settled, as his thoughts emerged from the shadows. They had been patiently waiting in the wings for their moment. Here it was, taking you off guard, like he had done many times before. He was an enigma, forever hiding behind a mask of cold professionalism. Especially when it comes to you. A marble statue would be an easier read than the tightly lipped colonel but now, he was letting you see behind the velvet curtain.

‘Can’t you see the truth? Then hear it darling, I have tried not to care but I cannot help it. I need you, one day as much as I need and love June. Only if you let me’

You were finally seeing the man that had been hesitant in revealing himself, leaving him an open book. The vulnerability bled through, as you finally saw the truth, the depths of his being. His walls had come tumbling down, as the thread between your mind and his strengthened. The connection was forming, he was letting in. This simple fact took what breath you had been holding. It was a moment that you had longed for, one that you had deemed impossible time after time.

Yet here you were, on the edge of a new beginning trapped in the bathroom and they on the other side mentally calling for you. You would answer that summons, with a renewed zeal that had been in the mess that had occurred in the hours prior. With a singular thought, you pulled your mind up and out of their collective mind space.

You gasped as if you were breaking through the surface from a long dive down in the depths of the ocean. You would never truly get used to such a sensation, for prolonged time within another’s mindscape without consent was dangerous, more so for the one whose internal, mental world that you were travelling through. You could easily cause irreparable damage if you were not careful.

You rose off the ground, using the solid base of the toilet to steady yourself. It was a tiny room with barely enough floor for you to sit on in the first place. The muscles in your legs cried out as blood rushed back into them. You took a moment, breathing in then out as you readied yourself for what lay on the other side of the bathroom door. However, you needed to let down the barrier. The one that you had raised to prevent anyone from getting through the threshold and getting to you.

You had lashed out, wanting nothing more than to protect yourself and hide away. You had refused to stand your ground, fight your corner like a brave soldier. No more. With a flick of your wrist the barrier dissolved away, as if it had never been there in the first place. No more hiding. There was no need for it as your fears had been quelled and firmly chased away.

You only need one thing, to face June and Rick. To explain the cause of your tears and confinement. It was your turn to soothe their worries and fears like any good partner would when the time arose. Not that you felt like an exceptional partner right now. You had to make up for your actions, one that had not been thought through. If you had then you’d be in the other room right now thoroughly enjoying the time that had been wasted. You only had a limited amount of time left and you were planning to use every single second that remained. Not one more would be spent in this forsaken bathroom. You thrust your dominant hand forward, grasping and then pushing the door handle down and open.

You were wrong, there was hope for a brighter future with Rick and June by yourself. Fear had clouded your mind, filled it with a doubt that had festered and turned you away. No-more, this was just the beginning of your story with them. A start of a new chapter. A smile re-emerged from ear to ear brighter than any that had come before.

There was only hope, as you abandoned fear to linger in the bathroom without you as you crossed the threshold, slamming the door behind you one last time.

#june moon x reader #june moon x reader x rick flag #rick flag x reader #suicide squad #poly relationships #poly triad #poly love #June x rick #angst heavy #angst with a happy ending

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lacontroller1991 · 3 years ago

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Satisfied (Rick Flag x F!Reader)

Main Master List || DC Master List

Summary: You make a speech at Rick's wedding.

Warnings: Language, angst, drinking

Author's Note: Partially inspired by "Satisfied" from Hamilton

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The rain drizzles down on the pavement outside of your father's house. It's the light kind of spring rain that once it passes, it casts a beautiful hue that makes the green trees and grass their most vibrant shade. But instead of paying attention to the emerald green landscape, you look up at the murky, cloudy, sky and selfishly hope that it doesn't stop raining. After all, today is the day. Today is Rick Flag and June Moone's wonderful wedding. Today is the day you lose Rick for good.

It's springtime in DC and everything is in full bloom, including the flowers that Rick had sent you. He had sent you a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses with a 'thank you' card attached. What for, you don't know. Maybe to thank you for agreeing to give a speech? Attend his wedding? But then again, he wouldn't send flowers to just anyone. Despite the beautiful arrangement on the stand, you only seem to note the thick thorns that stick out from the green stem.

Gently, you pick one of the roses up, inspecting it from every angle. The flower itself it beautiful; it's bright yellow petals wrapped delicately around each other in a tight hug as you twirl it around, getting lost in your thoughts.

"Are you ready?" You accidentally drop the flower on the floor and turn around to see your brother standing in the doorway with his suit jacket laying on his arm. "It's time to go."

"Do I have to?" You make your way over to John who offers you a sentimental smile.

"I don't like her either, but she makes him happy. And that's it. Let's just do our thing, socialize, and then leave. Deal?" He extends his unused arm for you to take to which you immediately loop your arm through his.

"Deal."

The venue is beautiful. Except for the daffodils that decorate every table. You don't know what June was thinking when she chose daffodils as her accessory flower, but you do know that Rick hates them. You take one of the flowers into the palm of your hand and crush it between your fist before dropping it onto the ground beneath you.

"Wow, someone must have gotten you angry," Alice comments, handing you a flute of champagne as she takes a place by your side, eyeing everyone in range, probably looking for John.

"What gave it away?" She motions down to the crushed flower as you let out a sigh before downing your drink, thankful for the alcohol. "I don't want to be here."

"Hey, it's Rick's wedding. He specifically asked you to be here. Try to act ok? I know this is hard, but try for Rick?" She raises her glass as you tap yours against it.

"For Rick."

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Everybody is seated by the time Rick walks down the aisle with John at his side, quietly talking amongst themselves. The pair stop at the top of the altar and turn around, both standing in similar stances and if it wasn't for the scenario, you would have thought it humorous.

You can tell Rick is nervous by the way he stands. Whenever he gets nervous, his posture is always a tight militant stance and he looks like a shiny new solider straight out of the Academy. You manage to catch his gaze and offer him a quick thumbs up to which he responds with the corner of his mouth quirking upwards into a smile as the band starts playing.

The whole group of people collectively stand up in unison and face the rear, waiting for the bride to walk down the aisle, except you. You don't care what June looks like, hell you don't want to know what June looks like. All you want right now is to be the one walking down the aisle towards Rick. Glancing back to where Rick stands, you desperately want him to catch your gaze but instead he's stoic, not daring to move a single inch and it makes you wonder, does he really want this?

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Dinner is served by rows, the first obviously being June and Rick, and you watch in a certain sadness the way she laughs and clings onto him, her eyes shining under the string light as her best friend tells tales from their youth about all the trouble the would get into. Rick plays along with the charade; keeping a polite smile, throwing in the occasional chuckle, and holding June to his side and it pains you to see it.

"Alright, I believe (Y/N) Tavner has a speech for the man of the hour. (Y/N), why don't you come up here?" You gulp thickly and look over to your brother by Rick's side who gives you a slight nod while Alice's hand squeezes your arm in comfort.

"You got this, honey."

"Thanks," you return the gesture before making your way through the crowd of people with your heart thumping in your ears. The man on the stage helps you up and toward the microphone, giving you the floor. Setting your bag down, you shakily take the microphone and reposition yourself to stand in direct view of the bride and groom. Taking a deep breath, your hands itch toward the note you have in your pocket, feeling the weight of the words dragging you down. You had written a lovely speech about love and cherishing one another, but you know it's all fake, that the speech didn't come from you and Rick would know it.

"First of all, I would like to thank the Moone family for throwing this lovely wedding. How about a round of applause for the bride's family?" The crowd claps in tandem as June's parents brush it off. Once it quiets down, you continue again. "Second of all, thank you Rick for choosing me to be your speech person. Out of everyone you know, you chose me. And I don't think I will forgive you for this," everyone laughs at your joke, though you and Rick know it's not a joke.

"Anyways, when I first met Rick at the Academy, I thought 'no way in hell is this guy getting married'. Rick was a studious, dedicated, loyal, and stubborn cadet, traits he carries with him to this very day. It's these traits in Rick that I think June sees as well and realizes 'hey, if he's a dedicated and a loyal soldier, he would probably be those things as a husband too' and while I'll never get to experience it, I know Rick will pull through. Never in my life have I met anyone like Rick. Sure, he has his flaws, but those flaws make him him. Expect for the fact that he doesn't like olives, or daffodils, or even cats. I mean who doesn't like cats?"

"Alright, Tavner, lets move along," Rick calls out from his spot at the table and your heart begins to race again. Thoughts come rushing in as you see June and Rick cuddling together and dotting on one another and you can't handle it.

"Right, ehm. Sorry. June, you don't realize how lucky you are right now to have Rick as your husband. He is protective, loyal, supportive, loving, generous, kind and more. Everything a husband needs, Rick has and it makes it impossible to not fall in lo-" you catch yourself before it's too late, but with all your words, it's very obvious where it was heading.

The courtyard is filled with an awkward silence and in the distance you can see June fuming and Rick clenching his jaw. Taking a quick peek over to your brother, you see him shaking his head in denial and everything floods in.

Dropping the microphone, you bolt off the stage and into the garden, unaware of Rick leaving his table and following you.

"(Y/N)! Wait! Wait up!" You skid in your tracks and face him, tears welling in your eyes. "What the fuck was that back there?"

"I'm sorry, Rick. I didn't mean for me to say that. It just slipped out."

"No, I don't care about what happened. I care about your words. What do you mean 'impossible not to fall in love'. What do you mean, (Y/N)?"

"It's nothing. I think it's best if I leave," you move to walk away but his hand grabs your arm and keeps no in place.

"No, you're not running away. Tell me what you mean."

"I love you Rick. I've always loved you, and it slipped out. Happy?"

Rick hangs his head while placing his hands on his hips. "Why'd you never say anything? All this time?"

"Because you would never accept it, Rick. You always thought of me as your best friend, nothing mo-,"

"Shut up, you have no clue what you're talking about," Rick shouts more loud than he intends to before he lowers his. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Then tell me?"

"I love you, (Y/N). I really do. I just wish you would've said something sooner," he steps closer to you, remaining a comfortable distance away.

"Run away with me, Rick. We can move down to New Orleans for your job. We can start a life there. Start over if you'd want."

"I can't. I'm married to June."

"But do you love her?" Silence. "Do you love her, Richard?"

"I'm married to her. She's my wife," his response doesn't answer your question and you know in that moment, he doesn't love June Moone, he loves you. June and John appear from around the corner as do some other guests, eager to know what's going on.

"Everything ok over here?" June gives you a slight glare but turns her focus onto Rick. "Are you ok, baby?"

"Yeah honey, I'm fine. Right Tavner?" You nod, taking a place next to your brother who wraps an arm around your waist, giving you a light squeeze.

"Yeah, everything is fine. Sorry for my slip up, had one too many drinks." June turns to John without looking at you.

"Control your drunk of a sister before she ruins my wedding more."

"June, that's not nice."

"I don't care, Rick. She almost ruined my wedding."

"You mean, our wedding." June rolls her eyes and drags Rick by the arm.

"Let's go back before more people raise speculations," June shoves right past you and Rick quickly offers you an apology before putting on a happy face and wrapping his arm around June while you and John watch.

"Well, that's bullshit." You look over to your brother's taut face and nod, breaking away from his hold.

"I think I'm just going to leave. I already caused enough distress. I have to get ready for that mission anyways."

"You're never gonna be satisfied, (Y/N)." You look back and offer a small smile.

"He'll never be satisfied."

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prettyxlittlexwriter · 7 years ago

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Rick Flag Fan Fic

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pedrosbish · 3 years ago

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loverboy

summary: rick gets caught staring at you by his teammates and gets picked at for it

pairing: rick flag x lieutenant!reader

It’s so humid in Corto Maltese it’s suffocating, the night air not enough to cool down the sweat that forms underneath Rick Flag’s hairline. The stupid yellow shirt with a random bunny on it sticks uncomfortably to his skin and he heaves out a heavy breath as he reloads one of the guns that rebel soldiers had to spare.

And they had a lot to spare after his stupid fucking team, the second and unknown Suicide Squad wiped out the ones guarding the camp from the local government.

He should have expected them to do something this idiotic but he was hoping, somewhere deep in his heart that hasn’t been awake since his relationship with Dr. June Moone, that maybe you would stop them from crossing over that line.

Rick can tell you tried in the way you had momentarily closed your eyes in what can only be described as utter exasperation when the team burst into the tent only to find him laughing at something Sol Soria had said, the question of how you had all managed to make your way through her defences stopping everyone in their tracks and mumbling excuses under their breaths.

You had dragged him out of the tent to explain that Harley had been captured by the Corto Maltese government and the worry in his eyes had made you pause, drag him into a tight hug and whisper into his chest that you thought he was being tortured or had been killed after the complete fuck-up at the beach.

He had squeezed you tightly and whispered back into your hair that he had thought the same, holding out hope that he was wrong. You had looked up at him at that moment, glancing at his lips before looking into his eyes again and damn did he want to kiss you right then and there.

But the two of you had separated from each other when the others exited the tent, Dubois making eye contact with Rick and sending a smirk his way when he noticed that both of your faces were flushed from almost being caught.

He looks up at you from his gun and the corner of his lip twitches at the sight before him: you’re sitting on one of the crates of supplies for the camp, warily eyeing the rat, Sebastian, who sits atop Ratcatcher’s shoulder, his tiny paw held out towards you as he lets out little squeaks.

She nods encouragingly at you and you hesitantly raise a finger out to him, a gleeful grin on your face when you manage to shake his paw. When you let go, the rat scurries down Ratcatcher’s arm and slowly crawls over to you, one paw on your thigh until you nod your head at it, gently scooping it up onto your lap.

He nestles into your stomach and you scratch small circles onto his head much to the delight of the rat who further snuggles into you.

Its at that moment you look up, making eye contact with him from across the makeshift camp they had all set up in the dying sunlight. The van’s headlights shine onto you and even in the poor lighting you look beautiful, almost ethereal when you shoot him a wide smile as you softly stroke at the strange rat on your lap.

He allows himself to smile back at you, showing a softness that he doesn't show many people these days and it has Dubois and Peacemaker chuckling to each other as they stand beside him.

“Well, you see Dubios, I would ask what the plan is but our dear Colonel Flag is too busy making lovey-dovey eyes at our Lieutenant.”

Flag rolls his eyes and looks away from you to the two who stand on either side of him. “I was not.” He continues fiddling with the gun in his hand, avoiding looking at them. “I was just, y’know, checking on ‘em. The fight on the beach was tough.”

“Sure,” Dubois smirks and Peacemaker nudges him in the ribs with his elbow when you move to stand up and come towards them.

“Hey boys,” you lazily salute the two Suicide Squad members, an amused grin on your face when you see the way Rick’s cheeks glow. “You picking on our leader over here?”

Flag glances at them over his shoulder, squinting his eyes in what he hopes is threatening enough to keep them quiet. Dubois sends a smirk his way before throwing an arm over the man’s shoulders, winking at you.

“Nah.” He claps Rick on the chest hard and an ‘oomph’ sounds escapes his lungs. “He was just going to tell us the plan. Weren't you, loverboy?”

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babblydrabbly · 3 years ago

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Dinner and a Movie (Sub!Rick Flag x Reader) Smut

𝚁𝙵𝙱 𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝙵𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍: Nervous First Date 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Rick Flag x Plus-sized F!Reader; Reference to past Rick Flag x June Moone 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 5k 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: Language. Alcohol. Food. Smut. Kissing. Touching. Hand job. Auralism. Praisekink. Fingering (f recieving). Penetration (m/f). Sub!Rick :) 𝙰/𝙽: Oneshot. I'm on a fluff kick and really proud of this one. Somehow, I'm even softer for this man when I'm full of rosé. And if you saw my post from the other day, you know why I had his silly little hat on the brain now. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Thank you to the lovely @loverhymeswith for beta reading. Anyway, sit back and have a soft date with Rick Flag <3 𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐: Lemon My Rick Flag Bingo Masterlist || My Masterlist

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Rick hasn't done this in awhile.

It’s never happened to Rick before.

But he knows it’s your cadence, your calm demeanor. It’s how you ground the others in the face of danger all around them, especially Rick. Your voice comes through the comms with a level command that puts him at ease and distracts him all at once.

You’re one of Argus’s operations coordinators. When it’s not Amanda Waller herself taking charge of the more pertinent missions, it’s you and a select few who step up to the plate. But you in particular- your level-headedness that never breaks or slips into a hollering fury- it’s hypnotic. At this point it’s almost Pavlovian the way you take over the comms when the mission shifts over to your expertise and Rick knows he’s in good hands. He feels comfort and support and your steady guidance all at once.

And it had started to become a major problem, workplace wise. Because after a while, Rick knows he wants you more than a colleague should.

But with a demanding agency like Argus. There was never any time. You were just as busy as Rick before and after an operation. And he didn’t just want a fling. He needed more of you, outside the war room walls, and he needed you badly.

He’s up in comms often enough. He’s caught your glances. Catches them with his own tentative smiles when no one else is looking. He knows it’s not just in his head. You speak in his ear with distinction on missions. Not just because he’s team leader. They’re extra words of comfort. And they draw Rick Flag like a siren song.

You confirm his theory one day as all the analysts talk shop around the operations table. You move toward Rick’s chair silently, until finally he glances down at his elbow and sees you’ve slid a folded Argus memo slip over to his coffee mug without a word. You keep your eyes on the meeting with patient ease. Afterward, Rick pulls the slip out of his windbreaker while he’s alone in the elevator. He bites back a smirk. In your neat scrawl, your personal number.

You couldn’t meet in person, but the two of you could start the conversation.

Rick soon learns there’s a different side to you over text. Where your interactions in person are always professional and to the point, your messages to Rick were sharp, witty, and gave him everything he’d hoped for. He hopes that he, too, gets his own point across. He doesn’t have your way with words, but you never seem to mind it.

[You]

I need a drink.

You send during a particularly rowdy pre-ops meeting. John and Emilia are beginning to shout about the best point of infiltration, while the other minor analysts cower with information at the ready. Across the room, you look neutral, but he can tell. You’re bored at the back and forth; Rick’s learned you’ve got a poker face to rival his own. He sniffs idly, reaching to rub his brow as he sneaks a glance down at his phone under his desk.

[Rick] If these two stop hollerin any time soon I might actually be able to take you out one of these days.

He hits send with bated breath. In fact, he spares himself from a glance in your direction where he hopes you’re typing from behind your clipboard.

Rick’s break up with June had been rough. Shortly after Midway, or rather, despite everything that they'd gone through together in Midway, June blindsides Rick Flag with the talk. It wasn’t him, it was her. He keeps a tight lid on his devastation for months. It had been more than a year since then. But although you joined Argus after the Suicide Squad had developed into a permanent operation, he knows you’ve heard the rumors.

Colonel Rick Flag kicks ass in the field. But keeping his woman happy? The score was widely known. Rick sighs through his nose and flicks his eyes over the room full of desk jockeys. Gossipy fucks.

Rick swallows thickly after the meeting when Waller pulls you and the other coordinators into her office.

He furrows his brow when he looks down at his phone again.

You don’t shoot him back a text, but a file. Rick opens it and sees the operations schedule for everyone over the next month or so. You’ve highlighted the rows with your name and his. It’s clear to see you’ve figured out where your rare and fleeting days off have matched.

Next weekend.

The whole weekend, actually.

Rick sits up in his seat, a little too eagerly, and a little nervous all of a sudden to boot.

Shit- you were lining it right the hell up, weren’t you? A real date night. With drinks in town and maybe dinner. Well he’ll be damned.

Friday night it is.

Rick drags his fingers through his hair, brows knitted together at his reflection in the driver's side window of his truck. He puts his baseball cap back on, then takes it off again, repeating the swipe of light brown locks from his forehead. No, that doesn’t seem right either. Rick considers moving his hair down to the side rather than straight back.

Aw, hell.

When he yanks the cap on and off a third time he huffs, finally tossing it back inside the vehicle all together.

He swears under his breath when his phone buzzes in his back pocket. Rick makes his way to the large garage elevator as he checks your text.

[You] Here. By the fountains.

He'd arrived thirty minutes early, and somehow he was already making you wait.

The Promenade in town is always busy on Friday nights. The storefronts glittered and trees flickered with lights, the tables and chairs outside of each restaurant packed with people. Rick never had a reason to find himself here, but it was mutual ground for the two of you to approach each other for the first time outside of work. It's easy to find the large fountain pools the two of you are meant to meet at.

Rick's got on a plain crew shirt and a bomber jacket, his black jeans new and still pressed straight from when he bought them earlier that week— Just for this. You'd both decided to keep it casual— Keep it real— Much to his relief.

How many weeks would this make it? Nine? Ten? Nearly three months of your back and forths over your phones. Tonight’s new territory for Rick Flag.

Rick had moved on since June, of course. Even downloaded a dating app with only slight apprehension. His first three real matches had ended up being single dates— Hook-ups to be exact. Hook ups he could handle. But this?

Ah shit. Shit shit shit. There you were- you weren’t in your normal comms room attire. You pull a cardigan over yourself against the evening chill, and your blouse flutters a little when you turn. Rick looks you up and down and swallows.

You're standing by the fountain's edge, your eyes searching the people passing by your vicinity. Rick doesn't even have to wave to catch your attention. When you meet his eye, he inhales sharply, the reality of tonight with you finally concrete in front of him.

You brighten. "Hey," you greet first.

Rick stops before you, his hands slipping into his jacket pockets for a moment before he quickly takes them back out. For some bizarre reason, like he’s about to formally meet a peer, his first instinct is to shake your hand. He catches himself before he raises his arm. What was he, stupid?

"Hey." Rick remembers to say with a nod.

You chuckle. "No flag hat?" Your eyes flit over his hair and face. You can hardly see the top of his head from where you stand close to him. Before he can answer, you reach forward and take his torso in a firm hug, ripping the bandaid off. You immediately note the way he smells and feels— Clean and warm and firm.

Rick jerks his hands out of his pockets— Which had nervously retreated— again. He returns the gesture with some surprise.

He envelopes you in his arms, and when he leans down his voice is right beside your ear when he smiles back, "Figured you hated it so much I should just leave it at home."

You pull back with a grin now. Rick sported his American flag cap inside HQ like a second skin. You brought it up often, encouraging that he shouldn't hide his head of pretty hair underneath it all the time. Well, teased it, was more apt.

[You] What is it with 40 year old men and baseball caps?

[Rick] Hey. What's my age got to do with it?

[You] Nothing :) You just really take the whole 'Flag' thing to heart, huh

"I don't hate it." You say, rolling your eyes. And Rick wants to breathe a sigh of relief at how easily the two of you slip into the banter you’ve come to exchange. But it’s one thing to text. It’s another to hear your voice, relinquished from your duties in the comm room, your smile as bright and light to match. You make it obvious you’re in a good mood, and the tension in Rick’s broad shoulders ease.

Now, if only he could hear you better in this damn bar he picked out.

It’s just a short stroll away. The area is warm and vibrant and relaxed. You take a seat at a tall table, the cool night air drifting in through the wide open windows. Your feet dangle on the seat while Rick sits with one foot on a rung, one foot on the ground. Together you order several tapas plates and a pair of drinks to start, and you chuckle when Rick orders himself a Bourbon and Branch.

“What?” He says above the din. You take a sip of a margarita glass rimmed with salt, and Rick watches your pink tongue dart out softly over your lip to catch a piece of it on the rim.

“I’m surprised you order them with water.” You snort. Rick smiles. You loved to tease him.

But on a weekend, the bar is so packed and only gets louder. Finally, after another drink, Rick picks up his stool and moves it closer, perpendicular to you. You grin.

“That better?” He murmurs at you, no longer needing to shout. You feel warmth spread through you from your chest to your toes- partly because of the tequila, but mostly because of the way Rick’s knee presses into yours. The two of you conspire together this way, your cheeks nearly pushing together. Goosebumps spread under his collar at the way you turn to speak directly into his ear, your breath like citrus and mischief at once. You can’t know how much he wants you in his ear in and out of work.

“Here.” You encourage Rick to try something else besides straight liquor tonight. Moving the straw out of his way, you make to pass the glass to him. But instead of taking it, Rick folds his large hand over yours and brings the rim to him. His bottom lip is warm as he presses it to the edge of your thumb. He takes a long pull of the drink and you watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs with each swallow. In return, Rick Flag watches you flush. A thrill passes through him. At the way he can capture your full attention with a simple, physical gesture.

“Not bad.” He muses.

At the movies, the two of you have more luck. He picked the bar, but you picked the flick. When you reach the empty theater Rick wonders if you’ve done it on purpose. It’s an older movie, nearly completely cycled out of showings, and when you get to the top row, there’s no one there to bother the two of you way in back. In your defense, you point out that the two of you never had time to see movies, and maybe you were in luck, catching this last showing.

Except that to Rick’s smug satisfaction, it’s a complete and utter dud.

The artsy display on screen is more… interpretative than you anticipated. And in between the long stretches of silence and droning dialogue, you find your eyes drifting back over to Rick after thirty minutes or so.

He leans into you, chin in hand. Before he can ask if he can make fun of one of the dullest things he’s ever seen, you’re beating him to the punch. You overestimate the distance, and when you whisper into Rick’s ear, your lips brush over the shell, sending a shiver up the Colonel’s spine. “Okay if we talk through this one?”

Christ was it ever. He smirks, a little more alert now. Rick sits up and lifts the arm rest between the two of you, slipping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. You go back and forth, making fun of the dramatic characters with champagne problems. But Rick’s mostly focused on your breath in his ear and your hand on his as he squeezes your waist until the very end.

Finally, the Promenade clears more by the time you’re let out. You and Rick stroll slowly to the end, past a few other couples keeping the night going. Rick can’t help but feel his chest puff out a little when you slip your arm boldly into his, moving closer as the two of you come to a stop by the fountain from earlier.

“You parked in the garage?” He nods over the building across the street, hoping to extend your stroll even further. That and he wasn’t gonna let you walk back to your car alone, that was for sure. But you shake your head. “The street actually. Free overnight.”

Rick cocks a brow, a sly smirk forming. “And why’s that?” He murmurs, playing dumb.

You grin up at Rick. When you tug at the edges of his open jacket he leans down without resistance, meeting you halfway as you push up on your toes. You slot your lips against Rick’s in a warm, chaste kiss, a hum escaping you as he slips both his strong arms around your waist. He pulls you flush to him with ease. The two of you stand there, learning the new sensation of each other’s mouths. Rick had gotten so familiar with the words that left yours over the months, and now he was eager to entice all the sounds out of you left unexplored.

You both agree on Rick’s truck. He’s sobered up- especially after such a sobering movie, he teases you. You’re getting there but, ever the strategist, you know it’s safer to pick the towering soldier over yourself and your little coupe.

When you slip into the passenger side of the truck, you let out a small ‘oop’ when you accidentally sit on something.

Rick glances over when you yank the offending object out from under you.

“Aha! You did bring it!” You burst, waving the flag cap at him. Rick snatches it from you sheepishly.

“Yeah, yeah, alright.” He mutters through his teeth, smothering his grin. He tosses it in the back, and in one fluid motion, Rick reaches up to take your face in both his hands, pulling you in for another kiss. It’s deeper and filled with more passion, now that Rick has no doubt in his mind that you want this as much as he does.

There’s no middle console. Just the smooth upholstery. You both slide over the space until you’re pressed together again, your hands moving to explore one another with a little more privacy. You rake your fingers over his chest and abdomen, humming as you appreciate every hard line. Rick too, wanders your curves. And your heart flutters at the way he runs his touch along your soft sides, fingers making contact with the skin beneath the hem of your blouse.

In truth, Rick isn’t the only one who hasn’t done this in awhile. You, like him and nearly everyone at Argus, pour most of your life into its demanding operation. You had been content with evening drinks in groups and the occasional lunch with some of the other agents; But your eyes and ears had always been on the lookout for Rick Flag. He was a solemn, polite man around you, despite the fact you knew he was more gruff with the squad and other operatives. His tentativeness caught your attention after just a few missions. But what you appreciate most was that he seemed to truly listen to you. On the field, and off.

You chuckle breathlessly when you realize all these months of flirting have led up to not much talking now. Rick hums deeply in question as his hands slip under your shirt, his rough fingers scratching pleasantly against the small of your back. He busies himself with kisses along your neck and you gasp at the way his lashes flutter along your jaw.

“You trying to get me to fool around in your little pick up truck, Flag?” You tease in his ear. He grins against your pulse. A heat rises in Rick’s cheeks, out of your view, and he knows he can’t blame it on the alcohol anymore. Your timbre runs right through him, warm and smooth like honey.

“You don’t think it’s little.” He goads.

You scoff, pushing at his shoulder as he chuckles. But it soon dissolves into a moan when you nip at his earlobe, and Rick’s hold on you stiffens. You marvel in the deep sound you elicit so easily from such a large man. It goes straight to your core, and you curiously do it again as your hand wanders down between his thighs. You run your finger along his inseam until you’re met with what you’re looking for. Rick’s length is thick and straining under your light grasp. – Not little was right. He pauses from kissing your collar bone.

“That for me?” You purr.

Rick’s forehead falls atop your shoulder. “Been needing you all night, darlin’.”

You keep your mouth on the shell of his ear, feeling how hot it’s growing between your lips as you lick and kiss him languidly there. All the while, you stroke Rick through the fabric of his jeans, your own sex hot and wet and wanting. “The night’s not over, Colonel.”

Rick captures your lips with his with more fervor than ever, his fingers pushing through your hair to cup the back of your head to his. You squeeze your thighs together in your seat with a soft moan.

It takes everything he’s got to tear away from you. You buckle up with amusement as Rick puts his hand on the back of your headrest and reverses out of the garage without wasting another minute.

It’s his truck, but it’s your apartment. Your place is much closer than base, just a few blocks away from the Promenade. And Rick will be damned if he’s waiting to roll through two sets of security checkpoints and a long walk up to the barracks to make you his.

You don’t bother with the living room lights, stumbling backwards into your apartment as Rick pulls you in close again. He breaks apart long enough to nod to the couch, “Here?” He murmurs down at you. Your knees hit the edge of the seat but you shake your head, your noses brushing. Your head spins with the way his hard length is pressing into your waist, the scent of your familiar apartment mixing with the utterly unfamiliar and intoxicating scent of Rick Flag. You grin as you continue your walk backward to your bedroom. You slip your hands around Rick’s belt and deftly begin relieving him of it.

“Easy there, cowboy.” You tease him as he fumbles for the doorknob.

The yellow glow of the street lamp outside is enough light. Rick slips his jacket off and lets it fall to the floor as you do the same with your cardigan. You yank the hem of his shirt out of his pants eagerly, and you both tumble onto your comforter before it’s up and over his head. Rick tosses it aside.

He takes a moment to look at you laid out and breathless, your legs wedge between his thighs. Rick then leans down, takes the moment to trail kiss after kiss up your body, and you watch as the sharp geography of his back muscles flex under your touch in the low light. When he reaches the swell of your breasts, you cup his face in your hands and drag him up to meet yours, the need to taste him again overwhelming.

When your name leaves his lips like a plea, Rick drops his hips down to roll against yours. You moan when you feel his cock twitch through all your bottom layers.

“We’ve still got too many clothes on.” You point out astutely. And Rick Flag can’t agree more. He buries his face between your breasts once again, mouthing at your cleavage as he reaches down to yank your button blouse open in one simple tug between his fists. The buttons fall onto the hardwood floor off to the side with a stunning clatter.

“Rick!”

He’s pulling your bra down, taking a nipple into his mouth with ravenous abandon as he thrusts against your thigh again. “‘Said I need you, darlin’. I’m burnin’ up.” He growls.

Your hands find the button on his pants. When you pull his waistband down, his cock springs free, falling heavily in your grasp.

“Mm need you too,” You whisper in his ear. “I need you, Rick.”

The man groans, peppering your neck with kisses. You pump your hand around his hot length once and he rolls his hips into your palm without hesitation.

Rick falls back on his knees and guides your legs up. He makes quick work of your pants, a happy smirk evident as he slides them up off your legs. He kisses your calf slowly, your knee, each open-mouthed kiss sending a shiver through you. Rick puts himself between your legs until your knees are hitched over his strong arms, and he leans back down over you to capture your lips once more. You keep stroking him as he shucks the last of his clothes off, leaving you both bare and ready. Finally, you line him up with your entrance, already so wet with want. You both shudder as he slides into your cunt.

“Oh, fuck, Rick.” You grab his broad shoulder as he sinks into you, your other arm wrapping around the back of his head. You press your cheek to his, your breath hot in his ear and in his head. “Oh, please, I need it. Need you to fuck me.”

Rick whines, his deep voice hitching when he pushes the last of himself inside. You think you almost can’t take all of him, until he slowly presses down and bottoms out. You wrap your legs around his waist, dragging your nails down his back. You stretch around him, your hips eagerly moving to feel that hot slide of friction. He gives you another long moment, until you’re rolling your hips again. You thrust yourself on Rick’s cock with a whimper, and the move ignites the fire you know is lying in wait. Rick swears into the pillow beneath your head.

“Feel so good.” You croon. Rick begins thrusting, mouth latching onto your neck as he braces his arms on either side of the bed. You’re soft and warm and heavenly beneath him, your core molding around him with every thrust so tightly Rick quickly finds himself lost in you.

Despite the fact he can’t seem to keep his eyes open, his breath heavy and gone against your skin, you marvel at his stamina. You continue to whisper in his ear, extracting one desperate, helpless sound from the Colonel after the other. He’d last forever if you told him to. Come right then and there with a single word, if that’s the command you poured into his ear. Rick slips a forearm under your lower back and hikes you up as he keeps fucking you. As if drawing you closer could let him possess you even more- every inch of skin sliding against skin bringing him undone. You moan. You arch your back now, meeting his thrusts at a new angle that hits you til you’re crying out with every breath. “Yes- Just like that. Yes- yes- yes–”

You scramble to keep your hold on his shoulder. “Touch me,” You beg him, “Touch me, Rick, please?’ Rick nods frantically, reaching down between you. You cry out when his thumb meets your swollen clit. Quick, slick circles glide over you. Heat blooms across your cheeks. “Rick, Rick, oh please make me come.”

Rick obeys. His only reply is his breathless, blissed-filled panting. He’d do fucking anything for you in this moment. Follow any command. It’s just as he’s out in the field, in the dark, and your voice is the only thing that’s gonna save him. Your walls squeeze him tight as you come, your mouth right in his ear as you scream lightly, your arms clinging to him in ecstasy– everything he’s needed since he knew he needed you.

Rick comes before you’re even done, joining your breathless pleas with a combination of a shudder and a groan. He punches his hips, once, twice, as you come down, his spend filling you up with a delicious heat.

Rick nearly collapses onto you. Careful not to crush you at the last second with one arm, he props himself up over your prone body, his legs slotting with yours.

“Jesus Christ,” He pants. His face disappears into the crook of your neck again. You take a moment to catch your breath, your fingers pushing through Rick’s hair gently with a smile. Rick nuzzles your neck before placing a kiss on your jaw.

You capture his lips softly, the kiss a slow and tender thing. You relish the silence of the bedroom- how the only sounds are the ones you’re orchestrating with the man above you. Music in the ether you’ve been waiting to hear ever since you laid eyes on him. You stay like that until you’re drifting; you open your eyes when you didn’t know you closed them, and you know it’s time to sit up a little, move around a little. You crane your neck at the glowing red numbers on your nightstand clock. You can’t remember the last time you stayed up this late without Argus or Amanda goddamn Waller being the sole reason. The action stirs the resting man in your arms as well, and you’re sorry you’ve disturbed Rick from such a blissful slumber.

When he sits up, Rick seems to blink around the dark room, taking in his surroundings for the first time.

It’s an out of place feeling. Rick’s the man to find every entry point and exit in any given room. But here, with you, his attention was wholly enveloped. That’s what you did to him. You watch him curiously as he searches around the floor. When he finds his shirt by the nightstand and picks it up, you raise yourself up on an elbow and arch a brow at the soldier.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You inquire curiously.

Rick pauses with his shirt halfway on. It dangles around his neck loosely, and you laugh at how it’s clear Rick Flag does things a certain way- his muscle memory driving him to get dressed promptly. Efficiently. And with unnecessary haste.

But you’re not insulted. In fact, you’re a little amused. Because you’re confident when you hitch your leg around the back of his thigh that it’s all it will take to make him stay put. Rick is nearly two hundred and twenty pounds of muscle and you delight in the way every single one stills beneath your touch.

You know the uncertainty in his eyes isn’t a reflection on you. You know it from hours of texting. Of the careful, deliberate unguarding of Rick’s thoughts. He’d been hurt, like many people. Like you have, more than once or twice in your own life. You knew about his routine with lesser flings just as he knew about your aversion to the ominous idea of dating in the first place. It’s unfamiliar territory for you both. You level him with hooded eyes, inviting and patient.

“You’re not going anywhere, Rick Flag.”

“I– no?” He tries.

“We’ve finally both got a weekend off. I’m not done with you yet, Colonel.” You reach for the shirt bunched up around his neck and pull him forward. Rick crawls back over you, his small, pleased smirk returning. “That so?”

“That’s an order, actually.” You purr, tossing the shirt off his head.

Rick’s arms wrap around you tightly, the goosebumps along his tattooed biceps making his pleasure at the idea loud and clear. He lies back down with you, slotting himself beside you. His form dwarfs your body as your fingers find that sandy blonde hair you’ve come to adore. The tension eases. In his muscles, in his worries. For the first time in a while, Rick’s not worried about a damn thing.

The habitual thoughts of tomorrow, tomorrow disappear at your behest, replaced with the sound of your gentle breaths. Rick sighs against your jaw.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

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lunasdream · 3 years ago

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sugar & crumbs // rick flag

rick flag x f!reader

summary: set after the events of the first Suicide Squad we follow Rick Flag in his so called vacation.

a/n: my obsession with rick flag started again after watching the new suicide squad! this is my first ever fan fiction thing. i hope you like it whoever reads it :)

wc: 1.6k

warnings: a couple of curse words but that's it really and mention of food.

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All Rick knew in his life was work. Ever since he enlisted in the army that's all he ever knew which saddened him to the fullest. But he obviously never showed it. He would rather die than to show any “weakness” to anyone let alone his teammates. After the first suicide squad mission succeeded he needed a break from everything. From having his now ex girlfriend be freed from the ancient witch to fighting with the worst of the worst criminals he planned for a month's vacation after that mess. That’s all Waller would give him anyways. He decided leaving Louisiana was his best choice as there was a lot of baggage left there. Metropolis seemed like his best bet, go figure. He didn’t know why he decided to go there exactly because it was the center of disaster but felt somewhat secure about his choice.

Upon entering the apartment he rented for the month he noticed the emptiness which he actually liked about it. He was a simple man all he needed was a bed to sleep on and somewhere to eat. “This is my life,” Rick thought to himself as he sat his luggage down taking off his army jacket. Back in Louisiana and back at the base he had a strict schedule he followed daily and memorized to a t but now he realized he didn’t have to take any orders from anyone which felt a bit strange.

When he was with June Moone he felt as if he had to protect her at all times and didn’t mind. It's like his life had an actual purpose but it really wasn’t when he actually took the time to think about his relationship before he broke up with her. He constantly had to bring her back to herself because the witch wanted out almost all of the time. The conversations he had with her were always about work or the witch, never about silly little things like what’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done. He then realized the love he had for her was only a part of the job. He also realized he wanted something he’s seen in movies he used to watch as a kid when his mother would force him to join in on her movie nights. He did care about her but only as a colleague not even as a friend really. He didn’t have friends, only colleagues.

After getting dressed after his really long shower his stomach ached for some substance. He didn’t know the city like he knew back home but in retrospect nothing felt like home to him. As he set off exploring his new city looking for somewhere to eat he noticed a sandwich shop. He likes sandwiches. Nothing can go wrong with a sandwich, it's just bread and different types of meat in the middle. He was going with the safe choice. Once he got his turkey sandwich he thanked the worker and started walking back to his place but decided to go the long way because he thought it was a nice day to be walking.

After what seemed like ten minutes going around in circles he finally admitted to himself that he was lost. He was usually really good with directions, having memorized coordinates that a normal person would find hard when he was in the army but alas he found himself lost in this big city. “Fucks sake,” mumbled Rick to himself as he looked around to see if he remembered any familiar places he might’ve passed by on the way. He didn’t. It would help if he opened up his phone to look for directions but he was so stubborn that he refused to even take a glimpse at the maps app.

As he was looking around he found himself staring at a quaint little shop across from him that was the only building painted pink and had the words “Sugar & Crumbs” in white bolded letters. He thought that was his best bet. As he opened the door, the sound of bells ringing signaling a customer coming in, he was instantly hit with the smell of sugar and bread which made Flag grimace as it was too strong for his liking.

“Hi! Welcome to Sugar & Crumbs, I'll be with you in a second!” he heard a woman shout from the back classical music playing softly in the background. He felt really awkward standing there as he was the only person there. He could’ve gone to the liquor store a couple buildings down but something about this place made him stay there. After about two minutes of waiting a young woman approached up to the counter as she was putting on her gloves. “Hi I’m so sorry about the wait I was actually washing dishes and putting them away and prepping for tomorrow morning,” she rambled to him as she finished putting them on and smiling at him getting ready to help him with his order.

At that moment Rick started analyzing her using his military skills which came handy at all times. Why was she even apologizing to him? There was nothing to apologize for as it seemed like she was the only person there working. “Oh I actually.. I’m not gonna get anything. I was just going to ask for directions if you could do that for me?” he replied respectfully, feeling bad that he wasn’t going to be buying anything. He noticed the way her eyes saddened as he said he wasn’t going to be buying anything. He thought it was cute. She was cute, he thought to himself. “Oh no it’s okay I’m happy to help either way don’t even worry about it!” she quickly replied smiling having been used to tourists coming in only asking to use the bathroom or for directions. They only ever came for Metropolis’s one and only. If only Superman came in here then my shop would be blooming, thought to herself trying not to sigh loudly. “So what do you need help with exactly?,” she asked eagerly hoping he didn’t catch on to her disappointment. He did.

“I’m new…to the city I just need directions to get to The Roosevelt Hotel & I’ll be on my way,” Rick replied with ease because he had been reciting those exact words before he came. Confused as to why he needed directions when he had a phone with him she gladly gave him directions while holding in some giggles while also directing him. He stared at her with amusement. First day in a new environment and an attractive woman is already making fun of him. He didn’t mind at all. He knew it was a ridiculous request and even replied with a laugh agreeing ,“I guess it is a weird thing to ask my apologies ma'am.” jokingly.

With a ‘good luck’ and a wave goodbye (y/n) sent him on his way back to his place which ended up being only five minutes away. He had only taken a slight wrong turn and could’ve gotten himself back easily. After he left he couldn’t help but contemplate whether going back to leave a tip or offering to buy her a drink. “No, that's too upfront, that's no way to treat a lady you asshole,” he scoffed at himself turning around to go back to the store.

Hearing the bell ring, (y/n) manually announced that they’re almost closed and would not be taking any orders. With her back towards the customer, register in hand getting ready to count it in the back she turned around to see who the inconsiderate person was ready to tell them again. As she turned around she stopped in surprise. She didn’t expect him to come back. “Oh my god no I gave you the wrong directions!,” she came to the conclusion turning red in embarrassment as she hid her face with her hands. “No, no, no”, Rick reassuringly sputtered out as to not make her feel bad. “I'm actually here as a customer,” he added. She looked up at him with an attempt at a serious face and replied,”Okay then…well we’re closed, sorry can’t help you.”

He looked at her eyes gleaming with amusement. You’re so bad at it he thought to himself hiding a smirk. “I’m totally kidding, what can I get for you….um you”, she responded as she pointed her hands to the baked goods on display. “It’s Rick by the way if you were wondering,” he inquired, unsure if she wanted to know. Resulting in swiftly staring at the desserts trying to change the subject. “Short for Richard?,” she asked him following his moves. It is actually he admitted to her. “I’m (y/n), it’s not short for anything but that’s my name,'' she said softly to him with a small smile. Returning the smile he told her that her name was sweet and was fitting.

He ended up getting a chocolate muffin that had 8g of protein which he found intriguing. He had never imagined that that kind of muffin existed. He also learned that it was her own bakery and she opened it right after college said it was her biggest dream since she was a little girl. Realizing it was almost midnight he insisted on helping her close up the shop as it was the least he could do. She reluctantly agreed to that, soon offering him the rest of the muffins as a welcome gift and not taking no for an answer. Walking back to his place with a long forgotten cold sandwich in one hand and a basket filled with protein muffins Rick smiles to himself. A genuine smile that hasn’t appeared on his face for ages.

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va-3 · 11 months ago

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You

Masterlist

Joker:

y/n l/n, the newest of Joker's "army" was known for her: stealth, ferocity, trigger-happy attitude, aggression, and loyalty. An aspect, unknown by several, was her ability to regenerate anything lost on her own being.

Captain Boomerang:

y/n l/n, official human-hunter to Raven Kikason, was infamous for her impeccable tracking skills: those of which were inhuman, and on purpose. Men who heard her name dare not anger her, for her short temper and arsenal are enough to make a grown man cry.

Deadshot:

y/n l/n was the biggest troublemaker in Gotham, or so it was said. The woman herself had no problem screwing her clients over in a weapon trade if it meant she got the better half of the deal, but in doing so she was digging her grave deeper and deeper. y/n found pleasure in pissing of powerful enemies, just getting them angry enough to hire guns, those of which she did not fear. For a contracting demon, she put on a good show.

Diablo:

y/n l/n was scum on the streets. She had no problem killing for money, picking pockets, or kidnapping strangers, as long as she benefited. y/n was incredibly good at abusing her "god given" power, one that made nightmares a reality. Those nightmares were frequently brought into reality so bodies could be destroyed, but when people go missing, the police tend to come looking. y/n, deep in trouble and drowning in power, was captured by a clearly illegal organisation. Locked away, she came to terms on what a monster she was...she had no intention of doing what she had again.

Killer Croc

y/n l/n was considered a demonic powerhouse to the victims that made it out with their lives. Her strength was not something to be messed with and neither was her personal space. Being chased for her power was not an activity she enjoyed, but she tried her best to get a kick out of the bodies that piled. y/n was anything but peaceful seeing as her ability to become any weapon made her quite the target. And being a target, it only took a single second of distraction to bring her down.

Harley Quinn

y/n l/n, a true mental case, had burnt down several homes that had fostered her, but with good reason only known to her. When arson becomes the only solution to fixing your home life, any outsider can tell that there are internal problems. Her pyromaniac tendencies got her locked away in Arkham. Knowing she'd never be left alone, she scared off as many psychiatrists as humanly possible, but when a pretty blonde walked in, her mindset changed.

June Moone

y/n l/n was a strong soldier. Obedient, controlled, everything you'd need for a battlefront ready troop. In her training camps she'd be taught what to do in the circumstances of a terrorist attack, but never had she been prepared enough to face a dark power involved situation.

Enchantress

y/n l/n was just another face in the crowd on the surface, but in reality she was an aged being of power who fit in anywhere, anytime. y/n had nothing to motivate a use of her power, so she lived humbly awaiting the day another like her would appear, and it did. Relieved and happy, she left her host and unleashed her dark power, fueling the new goddess she'd serve beside.

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suicide-squad-imagines-blog · 8 years ago

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Imagine...

Being small {and chubby, your choice}. You just so happen to be friends with the squad and unfortunately… {part two}

Digger Harkness:

UGH

JUST UGH???

He’s tHE WORST

THE WORST

okay so this dude teases u a lot

obviously lmao??

he randomly likes to put his elbow on ur head

just to get on ur nerves

hecc sometimes he’ll probably even pick u up or smth

probably make some stupid excuse like

“i was jus’ helpin’ ya, that punch woulda hurt.”

“my punch is gonna hurt”

“haha, cute. can ya reach me?”

PPL WOULD HOLD U BACK BUT ITS DIGGER

SO NO ONE’S REALLY ARGUING

Tatsu Yamashiro:

okay she’s the most understanding one

as far as i know, she’s the smallest gal in the squad

5′5″ {thanks harley}

so she knows how it feels to look down upon

if ur shorter than her then

it’s kind of hard for her to take u seriously

bUT THAT’S OKAY

AT LEAST SHE DOESN’T TEASE U??

she barely even pays attention to ur height tho

“more important things to think of”

sometimes if ur in danger ur all she can think abt

........................................

i’ll go home

Enchantress/June Moone:

if ur shorter than her june will definitely tease u

i mean she HAS to

she insists anyway

she’ll rest her chin on ur head

most of the time, she’ll be the big spoon

bc if u are its awkward trying to wrap ur legs around her

ENCHANTRESS ON THE OTHER HAND

actually really likes how tiny u are

she likes to feel tall, the one on the higher ground

the one with power

she doesn’t tease u at all abt it

she barely acknowledges it

c’mon she barely gives u any nicknames

{which are mostly just “pet” btw}

if you REALLY convince her maybe she’ll

pet ur head or smth

Rick Flag:

he privately teases u

he’s definitely the big spoon,, lol

he likes to rest a chin on ur head

or maybe just pet u

altho if he does its mostly rubbing of the cheeks

he can’t exactly tease u anywhere else

gotta keep up that rep my man

as,,,

a mom

lololol

nah jk

but anyway, he really likes how smol u are

besides sometimes when he tries to reach for ur hand

he misses

bc ur sHORT

so yeah there’s that

that’s why u do the hand-holding first

bc he most of the time can’t reach u

fella has bad aim apparently

finally, right? lol

#mod bunny #imagines #suicide squad imagines #digger harkness x reader #captain boomerang x reader #tatsu yamashiro x reader #katana x reader #enchantress x reader #june moone x reader #rick flag x reader

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valkkyrja · 8 years ago

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Saying They Love You (Suicide Squad x Reader)

Summary: Members of the Squad express their love for you.

Floyd Lawton (Deadshot): It’s when you’re agonising over something, probably. Whether you’re lacking in confidence on that particular day, or Zoe’s mother makes you feel inferior, Floyd won’t stand for someone he loves thinking badly of themselves.

He’ll tell you flat out that he loves you in the middle of one of your self-hating rants, and catches you by surprise. All you can do is grin.

Rick Flag: It’ll be first thing in the morning, when you get up and haven’t really awoken to the day.

You’ll be doing something trivial, like brushing your hair or pouring orange juice, and he’ll just be leaning against the counter or door-frame staring at you.

You’ll laugh at him and ask is there something wrong, and then you notice he’s a bit teary. Genuinely worried you stop whatever you’re doing when the “God I love you” kinda falls out of his mouth.

George Harkness (Captain Boomerang):

Boomer has a particular talent of attracting trouble, so when your life is threatened, he freaks out a lot. He comes home to find you there, half expecting you to be gone.

But instead you’re sitting there, really still, and he’s frankly terrified. He’s so afraid; he’ll sit in front of you and pretty much sob about how much he loves you. It’s really cute, but you just need a moment to calm down after the day’s adventures.

Chato Santana (El Diablo): Chato thinks you’re beautiful, and has no problem telling you he loves you. It’ll probably be after he tells you what happened to his last wife and family, and you (instead of calling him a murderer) accept it’s in the past. He’ll know he loves you for that.

Joker: Joker would never explicitly say he loves you. He can’t entirely comprehend the idea, but you can tell in the way he treats you. You’re his Queen, his Goddess, and god knows he’s a jealous and possessive type.

Anyone who even looks at you funny or even tries to flirt with you will be immediately dispatched.

That’s how he shows his version of love: possessiveness and adoration.

Waylon Jones (Killer Croc):

Waylon, who has been called a monster his entire life, has always found you an enigma. He never understood why you didn’t cringe away from him, and why you seemed to love him so much. I think the phrase “you’re beautiful” will become your version of I love you.

Tatsu Yamashiro (Katana):

Tatsu is a woman of little words. Still heartbroken over her husband, it would take a long time to break down her walls let alone say I love you.

It’ll be just before a battle, and she’ll vow to protect you. She’ll be true to her word, and from that day forth will protect you.

It’s an “I love you” shown through action.

Harleen Quinzel (Harley Quinn): Harley wouldn’t be shy to tell you she loves you. Harley is very liberal with how she feels and has no problem expressing them.

Once she falls for someone she falls hard, and once you get a pet name you’re definitely up there in the love books. But she will happily say I love you, too.

June Moone (Enchantress):

There is a time and place for everything, and June will know when that time comes. It’ll probably be just after you’ve dealt with Enchantress for the first time, and instead of packing up and calling her a freak, you nurse her through a nightmare. She’ll whisper that she loves you, and you’ll just rock her back and forward. She knows how you feel.

#suicide squad #deadshot x reader #rick flag x reader #el diablo x reader #joker x reader #harley quinn x reader #enchantress x reader #katana x reader #killer croc x reader #captain boomerang x reader #prev. nyyteowl

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drabbles-mc · 1 year ago

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Drabbles-MC: Suicide Squad Fics

Fic list under the cut!

👀= smut, 💔= angst

- Nobody's Business (Rick Flag & Harley Quinn, past Rick Flag x June Moone) 💔

- Get Me Outta Here (Rick Flag x Harley Quinn)

- A Bet's A Bet (Rick Flag x F!Reader)

- How It Goes (Rick Flag x Harley Quinn)

- All Settled (Rick Flag x Reader, past Rick Flag x June Moone)

- Family Reunion (Rick Flag & Steve Murphy, Narcos & Suicide Squad Crossover)

- Hands All Over (Rick Flag x F!Reader) 👀

#the suicide squad fanfic #suicide squad fanfic #the suicide squad #suicide squad #rick flag fanfiction #rick flag #rick flag x harley quinn #harley quinn fanfiction #harley quinn x rick flag #harley quinn #quinnflag #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc #masterlist #rick flag x reader #rick flag x you #x reader #x reader fic

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ilariyalavorowrites · 4 years ago

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I've come back to this as it needs editing before I start part two

Hope and Fear (Part one) Suicide Squad

Warnings: Canon and non-canon pairings, angst, reader with powers!

Pairings: June Moone x F!Reader, June Moone x Rick Flag, June Moone x F!Reader x Rick Flag?

Word count: 2156 words

Reader gender:Female

Author: Ilariya_Lavoro writes

Tagged: @thetherianthropydaily

Life without June Moone was unthinkable but you weren’t the only one to think that way. Rick Flag, the soldier who had been assigned to Dr Moone loved her just as much as you did. He had been there from the beginning, you had only been brought into help when Amanda Waller she decided that it was time. With your abilities, you were able to help June more often than not sleep through the night.

Calming Enchantress just enough that she would allow the good doctor to catch up with the hours that she had previously missed. It didn’t always worked for the Enchantress could easily overpower you with a flick of her fingers. She just wanted to be kept entertained until she deemed it no longer amusing but an annoyance. She had threatened you more often than you would have liked but you welcomed her into your dreams, knowing that as long as you kept her busy than June wasn’t suffering.

June had been your friend first, a soothing balm compared to prickly reception of Colonel Flag who had not trusted you, a meta-human with Dr Moone’s safety from the moment he clapped his eyes upon you. However you hadn’t let that affect your budding friendship with either of them. June had been more welcoming than Rick had, he had been standoffish and overly formal even when speaking alone. To him, you were still nothing but a criminal regardless your positive progress with June.

This task had started your path to redemption in your eyes but not in his. June enjoyed the company, as had you. Your feelings for her had developed first, she was kind and considerate, thinking of you even if you were only there to aid her. It was intelligence that shone through brightest that made your heart swell. Her mind was beautiful and she was more than willing to share with you. It was hard not to find yourself falling in love with her more so with each and every day that you were allowed to remain by her side.

By the time you had realized the true depths of your feelings for June, it was already too late. Your heart thumped against your chest, it was almost like a butterfly was flicking around trying to escape whenever you were alone together which were moments few and far between as Colonel Flag wasn’t letting you or her out of his sight. Fear bubbled up, knowing that if it was discovered then you would be sent away or worse had your feelings used against you.

You had watched her love another, watch the spark of desire burn into life. It had hurt terribly but still you carried on for the sake of June. You wanted her to be happy even it wasn’t with you. Eventually it had worked out after several long conversation with June, locked in both the bathroom and the bedroom of her apartment.

You felt bad for leaving her alone with Flag once you had learnt that her feelings weren’t one sided but the pair needed to talk this development through. It had felt wrong at first, you had felt as if it were causing June to emotionally cheat but she was like you.

She was polyamorous but had struggled with the knowledge that her heart would always belong to more than one person but the moment you had walked into her life, everything had settled into place. You still have no idea what was said as you were in the bedroom whilst they spoke in the lounge. The words were loud but not clear, muffled by the walls that were between you and the lovers.

Upon reflection, you wouldn’t have changed what had happened, just how certain events had played out. To feel her lips against yours each morning you woke by her side kept you going, it got you through the day knowing that she was with you, that she loved you. The little touches here and there, the smile that spread across her lips when her eyes connected with yours and that loving look in her eyes that shone so brightly made everything worth it. June Moone was the sun in your sky and you won’t change that for all the tea in china. (I’m British, I love tea :3)

Your feelings for Rick Flag on the other hand had been an altogether surprise. They had developed more slowly after one particularly difficult evening with Enchantress. She had managed to pick away at the walls you had placed within June’s mind. She had grown tired for the games. Her powers were greater than yours but without her heart there were always opportunities to strike. Enchantress had thrown you like a rag doll in the nearest wall.

You had crumpled into a heap but you weren’t out for the count. Colonel Flag had been out of the apartment, for no more than twenty minutes. However he had saved your life that night, distracted the Enchantress enough for you to be able to fix the damage she had done and pushed her back behind those walls to let June take back control.

The dynamics had switched after that night, unknowingly for the better. He had allowed you closer, let you know the man beneath the kevlar vest. See Rick not the Colonel for the first time. It was strange how your almost death had made him see what had always been there. You were trying to help June, not hurt her. You were not that the bad guy even if your record stated otherwise. Every crime you had committed was born from the need to survive, there had been no malicious intent or murderous rage that pushed you into a life of crime.

You needed to survive life on the streets and you did what you could with the limited resources you had and no family to lean on when times were more than just difficult. You had been able to tell your story, not the one that had been stretched out of proportion upon your arrest. The tale which had been spun was wildly fantastical and most of it had never happened but still people believed it. He had been able to finally see the person behind the curtain and not just assume you were bad to the core.

There was more to you than your less than palatable past. You were someone who wanted a better future, someone who wanted to have a life but you knew that you wouldn’t have one outside of the bars of Belle Reve once June and The Enchantress were finally separated. It was a sad reality to behold but it was yours. You had accepted your fate and would enjoy these precious moments you shared. As you went through the same emotional motions with Rick as you had with June but unlikely with your loving doctor, you fought tooth and nail against this emerging attraction.

You had watched him fall deeper in love with June, you had been hopeful that the signs, the tells that he was starting to feel the same way as you but no, there had been none. He kept you at a distance, a comfortable distance but still he made no indication of that ever changing. He had begrudgingly accepted the development in his girlfriend’s love life, that you were apart of June’s life and you were not going anywhere soon unless Amanda Waller changed her mind. There was another possibility, one that you couldn’t bring yourself to even consider happening, for it would mean that you had failed June.

It made you sick to your stomach, the chance that Enchantress could consume your lover, take command and become the dominant, walking and talking personality in control. It kept you awake at night, it was something that the witch liked to manipulate in your dreams when she seeped through the telepathic bond you had created with June. You had created a door into your own mind and Enchantress wanted to wear you down, destroy you.

You were her enemy and an obstacle in her destructive path. It was hard not to notice the darkening, heavy bags beneath your eyes. June was worried about you and Rick had vocally expressed his concern several times, mostly as if it was unable to do your job then it would impact upon June.“I can do this, I’m not going to let this little set back stop me helping June”

ONE MONTH LATER

Returning to Belle Reve hadn’t be easy but you still had the remainder of your serve to see out. Your mission had ended with the death of the Enchantress. Dr June Moone was free and you and your abilities were no longer required. You hadn’t even been able to say goodbye as before you knew it, you were back in cuffs and escorted back to that lonely cell in a corner of the isolation block for women.

You had taken to pacing around your cell, waiting was never your strong suit. Amanda Waller had promised to arrange visits, private visits with June. You’d never truly been alone with your lover. Yes, you had held her at night but still Rick still had been there lightly sleeping on the other side of the bed. Colonel Rick Flag had taken a piece of your heart but he had shattered it without even being aware of your deepening affection for him.

In a few words, he had shown his true colors, the only person in his heart was June, would always be June. It had hurt you, cut you to the core but you still had your lady love at the end of the day. It had only been a dream but still it had been a beautiful dream that had broken. You had waited for the right moment, a moment that never came into fruition.

You had to accept that you’d never have a the polyamorous relationship that had plagued your dreams of late. Instead you had to focus on what you did have, the lovely Doctor June Moone. you shook your head trying to chase away the negativity that had played on your mind. The sound of your cell door opening brought you back to reality, to the here and now.

Your negative thoughts were chased away with the realization that June was here, here to see you, here to hold and love you after being separated for the longest month of your life or so it felt like. It felt like a lifetime since you had even seen your lady love and the man you’d never have. It was strained at best whenever Rick was around. There were times when you were sorely tempted to listen in to his thoughts but it was a line you wouldn’t cross not now nor ever. Your gift or cursed depending on how you looked at it had always been a struggle when the voices in your head were in everyone else’s and you could hear every word they thought.

You had taught yourself how to block them out, build up a mental wall to keep your mind quiet. It hadn’t been easy but it helped you sleep at night. You had wanted to express how you felt for him but each time you had opened your mouth to confess, you shut it right back up. You were scared of being rejected and causing a rift, causing further, deeper tension between the three of you than what was already there.

You needed to find a way to make this work This was your moment to celebrate after everything you had gone through in those terrible eight hours with the Suicide Squad, you were glad that your love, well the one that was known and returned was safe and sound.

You had waited a month for everything to be arranged and now here it was and everything wasn’t going to plan! “How I could I be so blind?” You questioned yourself, your face buried into your knees. Fear creeping through your veins, it was over. June had made her choice and it wasn’t you.

You lent back against the locked bathroom door, tears rushing down your face. June had come here to end it all. She hadn’t said a word but her thoughts were screaming at you, you tried not to listen it but it had been hard not to. It can’t go on like this June wouldn’t meet your eyes, neither could Rick. The lack of eye contact spoke volumes to you, you had to get out of there.

The cabin reserved for conjugal visits allowed for limited privacy but now you were trapped in this confined space nursing a broken heart. June on the other side of door, tears streamed down her cheeks with Rick standing by her side, silent with his gaze fixed upon the locked door.

To be continued

#suicide squad #june moon x reader x rick flag #june moon x reader #angst #editing #this mess needs editing #part one

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