#nanaue fic

[hanasnx]

positions.

MINORS DNI 18+

NANAUE is so much larger than you, in every sense of the word. There's not a time where his size is not obvious to you. He's not shy in abusing it too, and he doesn't let you forget he's a predator first.

Pinned to your stomach, you're further nailed down with his massive hand on the back of your head, keeping your cheek on the floor as you grit your teeth. You flinch and you grunt as he fucks you from the back, grating growls spilling from his parted jaws as he takes what he wants from you. There's no plausible way for you to overpower him, unable to physically lift your head even if you writhe and muster all your strength. He's infallible, silently demanding you take it while he's snapping his hips into yours, limp body rippling like liquid from the impact.

You can't handle it, collapsing. Only for his harsh hand to yank you back up by your torso, nearly encompassing its entirety with the length of his massive hand. "Can't run from me." he grunts out.

[finniestoncrane]

hate to have like the biggest brain on the planet but i'm starting a fic with reader and boomer sucking both of nanaue's dicks and i feel like the fuckin tchaikovsky of smut

[practically-an-x-man]

🐑hiding medical issues, hostage situations, character study, good intentions

Ooooh now THAT'S an interesting lineup! Let's see...

Character Study + Hostage Situation is neat, and makes sense from a writing perspective since it puts the characters in a very controlled space to explore their emotions and reactions.

I think I'm gonna go back to my old friends the Suicide Squad, at least a few of them. I'd stick to the canon characters, since it's a character study, and I'd approach them all separately. They've been betrayed and kidnapped as hostages/bait for Amanda Waller - the kidnappers don't realize she'll just let them die, but the Squad themselves do and have to either accept their deaths or fight to escape. They're each in separate rooms, isolated, and have different reactions to the situation.

Rick is where we get "good intentions". He assumes it's a sort of misunderstanding, not an outright betrayal, and his first move is to remain calm and try to work the situation through. As competent a fighter as he is, coming out the gate with that is only going to get him killed.

DuBois is in a similar situation, at first keeping calm and assessing the situation. This would be an interesting point of character study, compare and contrast: both are military men and would approach the situation similarly, but DuBois always expects to have been betrayed while Rick has more trust in his team.

Harley is... Harley. She, of course, is chatty and delightfully obnoxious towards her captors, but she's also the first to spot an escape and actually work towards it. This part of the study would be about her worldview, how she sees it all as a game but still is incredibly intelligent at the core of it.

Abner is where we get "hiding medical issues". They took his gauntlets off him (assuming the gauntlets made the dots rather than channeling them), and he doesn't have a power dampener, so the dots are slowly worsening inside him and he's doing his best to hide them from his captors. He's also oddly emotionless about it all, fallen back into his old passively-suicidal ways, and the only time we see any of the other characters interact is when the others go back to rescue him.

Cleo is the foil to Abner's emotionlessness - she's never been kidnapped before, she's barely even used to being a member of the Squad, they took her tech away from her (and Sebastian is nowhere to be found), and she's not doing well. She's also the only one to think of the others in addition to herself: not only her own escape, but if the others are alright too.

Lastly... we're gonna cut the tension by shifting to Nanaue, who is sitting in an empty cell, playing Tic-Tac-Toe with what appears to be the kidnappers' blood. He's sitting on the floor, on a pile of loose wood, having crushed his chair underneath him when they tried to tie him up.

[ao3feed-sladedick]

Taking Whats Mine

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/yDvL1Ub by MidFallCrowley Backstory and explanations in first 3 chapters. Starts as a getting together fic for Slade and Lex, mostly focuses on them and their families. Becomes established relationship I’m bad at summaries, everything is in the first three chapters, which aren’t actual story chapters. Words: 998, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Fandoms: DCU, Deathstroke the Terminator (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: M/M Characters: Slade Wilson, Lex Luthor, Adeline Kane Wilson, Bruce Wayne, Oliver Queen, Barry Allen, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Jonathon Lane Kent, Wally West, Roy Harper, Alfred Pennyworth, Ra's al Ghul, Talia al Ghul, Diana (Wonder Woman), John Constantine, Nanaue Sha'ark, Grant Wilson (DCU), Rose Wilson, Joseph Wilson (DCU), Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Joker Relationships: Lex Luthor/Slade Wilson, Adeline Kane Wilson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Ra's al Ghul/Slade Wilson, Clark Kent/Lex Luthor, Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne, John Constantine/Nanaue Sha'ark, Poison Ivy/Harley Quinn Additional Tags: Mpreg, Getting Together, Abuse, AU, Good Person Lex Luthor, Good Slade Wilson, Mer Slade Wilson, Sirens, Omegaverse, Omega Slade Wilson, Alpha Lex Luthor, Omega Lex Luthor, Omega Dick Grayson, Omega Jason Todd, Beta Tim Drake, Alpha Damian Wayne, Omega Damian Wayne, Alpha Bruce Wayne, Alpha Clark Kent, Alpha Jon Lane Kent, Alpha Kon-El | Conner Kent, Omega Kon-El | Conner Kent, Omega John Constantine, Alpha King Shark, Other Additional Tags to Be Added read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/yDvL1Ub

[ao3feed-harleyquinn]

Missing Person Case: From Mamas Boy to MIA

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/iKsLA4E by Icey5105 “What are you doing?” They pointed the gun at Harley from the sidewalk, “You can’t-“ “Making a call.” Harley pulled a lever and a bat signal lit up the sky. The officer’s jaw dropped, “Wha-“ “Go inside, officer.” Harley advised, “And tell Gordon to get up here: I have an offer.” The officer did as told. A pair of boots thudded behind her just as the door slammed open. Gordon gasped. “Quinn?” Gordon asked, bewildered, “Wha-“ “An offer?” Batman growled, “You pulled my emergency signal for-“ “My son is missing.” Harley’s serious tone made them both silence, “Find him alive and I’ll turn myself in. If you don’t, I’ll blow the entire city up - including myself. Understood?” — A Sequel to Arkham’s Fallen Angel. Read that first. This is part 2 of a series and won’t make sense otherwise. Also, full disclosure, this probably won’t be my best work. I’m… ah, dealing with medical issues. Sorry. Words: 1179, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English Series: Part 2 of To Arkham to Angel to Allen: A PJO x DCU Crossover Featuring Nico Di Angelo Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, DCU, Young Justice (Cartoon), Justice League - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, Harley Quinn (Cartoon 2019), Young Justice - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Nico di Angelo, Pamela Isley, Poison Ivy, Harleen Quinzel, Harley Quinn, Clayface, Nanaue Sha'ark, King Shark, Edgar Cizko, Dr. Psycho, Rogues Gallery (Batman), Justice League (DCU), Cadmus (DCU) Relationships: Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel, Nico Di Angelo & Pamela Isley, Nico di Angelo & Harleen Quinzel, Nico Di Angelo & Harleen Quinzel & Pamela Isley, Nico di Angelo & Justice League (DCU) Additional Tags: Team as Family, Project Cadmus, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Villains, Nico di Angelo Needs a Hug, Nico di Angelo Needs Therapy, Harley’s Crew, part two of a series, Almost everyone in this needs therapy, and some of them will get therapy!, Arkham Asylum, Insane Nico Di Angelo, Insanity, Morally Ambiguous Character, Nico di Angelo-centric, Villains with Morals, Anti-Hero, Anti-Villain, Everyone Needs A Hug, Murderer Nico Di Angelo, Child Soldiers, Violence, Dead Thalia Grace, Dead Jason Grace, Mad Scientists, Human Experimentation, Experimentation, Unethical Experimentation, Kidnapping, Injured children, Dead child, Child Death, Spoiler: No One Dies in this Fic, But Bodies Of characters are found, dead bodies read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/iKsLA4E

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Taking Whats Mine

by MidFallCrowley Backstory and explanations in first 3 chapters. Starts as a getting together fic for Slade and Lex, mostly focuses on them and their families. Becomes established relationship I’m bad at summaries, everything is in the first three chapters, which aren’t actual story chapters. Words: 998, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Fandoms: DCU, Deathstroke the Terminator (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: M/M Characters: Slade Wilson, Lex Luthor, Adeline Kane Wilson, Bruce Wayne, Oliver Queen, Barry Allen, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Jonathon Lane Kent, Wally West, Roy Harper, Alfred Pennyworth, Ra's al Ghul, Talia al Ghul, Diana (Wonder Woman), John Constantine, Nanaue Sha'ark, Grant Wilson (DCU), Rose Wilson, Joseph Wilson (DCU), Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Joker Relationships: Lex Luthor/Slade Wilson, Adeline Kane Wilson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Ra's al Ghul/Slade Wilson, Clark Kent/Lex Luthor, Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne, John Constantine/Nanaue Sha'ark, Poison Ivy/Harley Quinn Additional Tags: Mpreg, Getting Together, Abuse, AU, Good Person Lex Luthor, Good Slade Wilson, Mer Slade Wilson, Sirens, Omegaverse, Omega Slade Wilson, Alpha Lex Luthor, Omega Lex Luthor, Omega Dick Grayson, Omega Jason Todd, Beta Tim Drake, Alpha Damian Wayne, Omega Damian Wayne, Alpha Bruce Wayne, Alpha Clark Kent, Alpha Jon Lane Kent, Alpha Kon-El | Conner Kent, Omega Kon-El | Conner Kent, Omega John Constantine, Alpha King Shark, Other Additional Tags to Be Added via https://ift.tt/MfJQ3kc

[suicidesquadexchange]

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[missmitchieg]

Cleo smiled as she sat on the hard, lumpy couch next to Robert, who was currently awkwardly petting Sebastian in his lap. Since the Squad had taken up residence in their old, abandoned house, they had sort of settled into a somewhat domestic routine: Wake up in the morning to the smell of Harley badly making eggs and bacon, eat breakfast together while joking and laughing about each other's most embarrassing stories, get briefed by Waller on their next mission, complete it, go home and shower, bond with each other, retreat to everyone's bedrooms to fall asleep. Cleo loved every minute of it. Of course she missed the friends she had lost, but her still living friends made it easier to deal with her grief.

Cleo chuckled as Robert flinched at Sebastian's attempt to nuzzle into his large hand, followed by Sebastian's gentle squeaked apologies. "Sebastian says he's sorry he frightened you and he'll stay still longer next time." She translated for the sweet rat, patting his head.

Robert nodded, his eyes slightly wide and his jaw stressed. "I appreciate that." He assured the rat, looking up when he heard the doorbell ring in that garbled, scratchy tone.

Cleo looked up as well and stood up to get the door, Sebastian scurrying to climb onto her shoulder. She smiled and nuzzled the rat's head, pulling the door open to see none other than Christopher Smith. Peacemaker himself. "Peacemaker?!" She cried out in shock.

"What?!" Harley screeched from her chair, stopping her latest knitting project. "He's alive?!"

"Peacemaker?" Nanaue said in confusion and looked up.

"The fuck are you doing here, mate?" Robert deadpanned as he stood from the couch, gun in hand.

"Woah! I'm not looking for trouble, guys!" Christopher vowed, his hands up in surrender.

"Easy, Robert." Cleo soothed gently, keeping her eyes on Christopher. "Then what are you doing here?"

"Waller told me you all were living here now, and as part of the Squad, I feel like I deserve to live here, too." Christopher said simply.

Cleo studied the man for a moment in silence. "You know," she started, a small smile on her face. "you may have killed Flag, and you tried to kill me, and you tried to kill Robert, and you insulted Nanaue, but..." she shrugged. "Ehh, I am willing to give you a second chance." She granted.

"I appreciate that." Christopher nodded his thanks, about to step inside before Cleo slapped a hand over the wall to stop him, her kind smile replaced by a serious scowl. "Cleo?"

"I may be giving you a second chance," She started. "but I swear to God if you hurt Nanaue, or you try to kill Robert again, I will not hesitate to sic a dozen angry rodents up your ass." She threatened. "Understood?"

Christopher blinked and nodded quickly. "Yes, ma'am." He confirmed.

"Good. Hey, Harley." Cleo turned to Harley, grinning brightly at the blonde. "You want to get tacos?"

Harley perked up at that, clapping giddily. "OOH, let's get wine drunk together, too, and watch some chick flicks!"

"Let's!" Cleo nodded and stepped aside to let Christopher inside.

"Fuck, yeah! I'll bring some nom nom back for you in case you get hungry, Nanaue." Harley promised and patted the shark king's nose as she stood up and put her shoes back on, walking to the door.

"Yeah!" Nanaue's excited roar echoed off of the walls, webbed fists clenched as he celebrated having a snack later.

Cleo giggled and shook her head at her weird ass found family, crossing her arms. "Robert, Christopher, there is alphabet soup on the stove to heat up if you get hungry. Nanaue, make sure these two don't kill each other while we're gone." She instructed with a smile and she and Harley walked out with a wave, content to get some tacos, wine and girly movies with her friend.

[aidaran-alha]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DC's Legends of Tomorrow (TV), Constantine (TV), Harley Quinn (Cartoon 2019) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John Constantine/Nanaue Sha'ark Characters: John Constantine, Nanaue Sha'ark Additional Tags: Fluff, Pillow Talk, Opening Up, Childhood Memories, Self-Esteem Issues, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff Series: Part 5 of Of Shark and Men Summary:

John Constantine has always ran away from getting too involved with people. So why he's just cuddling at the side of King Shark, talking about their past and their friends, he has no idea. But it's a bit terrifying.

----- Now Nanaue's smile was so wide it seemed to be over 3 feet long. Probably it was, after all. It had a thousand teeth, that for sure. "So you're planning on introducing me?" “I — yeah, but I got ta’ warn you, they’re all kind of ... strange.”  Nanaue gave him a flat look. "My crew has a clay man, a psycho clown and a plant lady, how worse can yours be?"

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

LOUISE LINCOLN didn’t know how it happened. The first time they met— her and NANAUE— he’d dragged her by her ankle with the intent to maintenance his low blood sugar, and she knocked him around to teach him a lesson. “You’re feisty.” the second phrase he’d ever spoken to her, the first being, “Time for meat.” It wasn’t time then but it certainly is now. Every inch of his thick meat standing at attention while she slowly sinks down on it. His metal jaw hangs open, a trap of jagged teeth she’s fantasized about getting her tongue stuck in.

“You ever had human like this before?” she asks, a sinister curl to her lips as she stoops lower and lower. She heard that when he was picked up for Task Force X, they’d found him in a pool of human blood and remains, no doubt his dinner.

“Uh-uh.” he answers dumbly, shaking his head with each syllable. Her hand braces on his massive chest, the sheer size difference dwarfing her in a way that makes her slick with need. “Nev-er.” That curl to her lips increases at the notion that he’s some kind of virgin.

“What? Really? Big guy like you?” she goads, her breath hitches in her throat, and she flinches from the stretch. He's huge, way bigger than anyone she's ever taken, even a strap. Audibly his grip tightens on the arms of the chair he's sitting on, claws piercing the leather material.

"Don't like- my teeth." he confesses through grunts of effort, fighting to stay focused. The phrase causes Louise to meet his gaze, subtly wide out of shock. The shark merely stares at her, as if he's said something wrong.

That smirk returns to her lips, and she bottoms out, fully seated onto him, and a low groan resounds from deep in his throat, vibrating her as it trembles through his body. A sense of pure relief washes over him, eyes glazing over, in and out of consciousness. "There it is... that's it, Sharkie." she praises, drawling out words as she watches his virtuous reactions with interest until a powerful shudder wracks through her.

She searches his face as it tips back, glancing at his tongue, and his jaws full of carnivorous shark teeth. Raising herself tentatively, a ring of mauve tissue glides up his shaft, and he purrs as he's massaged with her pussy.

"Feels- good." he manages to admit, eyes rolling into the back of his head as a shiver travels up his spine.

"Yeah, Sharkie," Her hand slides up, hooking into the hem of his chestpiece to guide him down. Obediently, his relaxed body curls towards her, and halfway up his dick she's able to kneel over his lap comfortably to press her lips to his jaws. Smooth, pearly white canines slip against her mouth, and he makes a noise of surprise when her tongue licks up the length of one. She traces them with the tip of her muscle, especially careful near the jagged edges. His lips remain parted, eyes wide as he takes in her fearlessness.

He learns from her example, a massive hand coming up behind her to cup the back of her neck, a thumb wrapping around her chin to force her to tilt her head and face the side. Unceremoniously, she's interrupted in her endeavor so his much larger and slightly deformed tongue can stretch out. From her collarbone, up the length of her neck, is dampened by the flat of his tongue running over it. At the same time, he brings her closer to him as he lifts his hips, chasing that feeling of cunt. She snickers at his enthusiasm, quickly cut off by a strangled moan of pain and pleasure caused by his girthy cock inviting its way into her tightened space.

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

"A finding a hand-sketched photo of them on B's desk." w/ Rick Flag! - Babs

Thanks Babs! I'm not sure when a piece can no longer be called a drabble and is just considered a full fic, but here you go!

POV Rewrite: A Hand-Sketched Photo (Alternate POV)

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Waller had been running everyone so ragged the last few weeks, was it really that surprising you had fallen asleep during the briefing? Luckily, she hadn’t seemed to notice, but Flag sure had. When you finally woke up at the conclusion of the meeting, you found half a dozen pens shoved in your hair. Glaring over at your fellow officer, he just chuckled behind his hand and shrugged. But then he smartly darted out of the meeting before you could confront him.

It took you nearly twenty minutes to finally track him down outside the cafeteria and as soon as you did, you threw the handful of pens at his head. Dodging most of them, he gave you a charming half-smile. “Hey, serves you right. You know the rules. Anyone who falls asleep durin’ a briefing is free game to mess with.”

“Yeah, but could you have been more obvious! If I hadn’t been sitting behind Nanaue, Waller would have noticed in seconds!”

Rick shrugged, “I don’t make the rules, I just follow them.”

“No, you and I did make the rules! It’s our game, you jackass.” You punched him playfully on the arm so he knows you’re not really mad. “However, to make it up to me, can I borrow your notes? I obviously missed everything she said in there.”

“Sure, but I already dropped my notebook back in my office. I can get it for you after lunch.”

“Do you mind if I just go get them now? I’m not really hungry and I want to get caught up in case Waller wants to discuss it more later.”

Rick shrugged again as he headed into the cafeteria. “Whatever works for you. It should just be layin’ on top of my desk.”

You find his notebook exactly where he said it would be. But as you began flipping through his notes, you suddenly froze. There, right in between a page listing the squad members for this mission and a page detailing the extraction plan, was a drawing. You had seen Rick doodling in his free time before (usually violent depictions of what he would like to do to Waller given the chance) but you had never seen one of his pictures like this.

The sleeping person in the drawing was you. It was obvious from the clothes and the hair, but you had never seen yourself look this beautiful before. Long eyelashes that brushed your cheeks, full lips parted just ever so slightly, neck elegantly extended to the side as your head tilted in sleep. The shading accentuated and highlighted each area to perfection, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of it. This was not just another doodle during a long meeting. This was a work of art that was filled with love and devotion. But this couldn’t be how Rick saw you….could it?

“No! Wait!” Rick suddenly burst through the door breathlessly, the remains of his tacos all over the front of his jacket. It must have finally dawned on him what else that notebook contained besides just notes. When he saw what you were looking at, he glanced back and forth between you and the book a few times before finally settling his gaze on you.

“What is this, Rick?” You asked softly as you held up the drawing.

“It’s nothing,” he muttered as he stormed over and tried to rip it from your hands.

But you dodged out of the way, clutching the notebook tight against your chest. “This isn’t nothing. This is…...I’ve never even imagined I could look like this…But-but why did you draw it? Why like that?”

“Just drop it, okay? I was bored and I just wanted to draw something. I saw you asleep and….”

“And what? Rick, why did you draw me looking so…so beautiful?”

Rick shrugged and in a low voice that was almost inaudible said, “I just drew what I saw.”

A new thought occurred to you, and you began flipping through the rest of the notebook. Rick dove at the book, trying to stop you from seeing anything else. But it was too late. Near the back of the book, you saw page after page of sketches of you. In uniform, in your covert ops gear, in your workout clothes, laughing, scowling, smirking, smiling. Each one was as detailed and as beautiful as the last.

Looking up at your partner, you whispered, “Rick?

His face had gone a deep red and his jaw was clenched as his gaze bored holes into the floor. You walked over to him, only stopping when you were practically touching. You stared at his chiseled chest for a moment, gathering your courage. Then, reaching up, you placed one hand behind his neck and pull him down to your lips.

He didn’t fight back like you expected. Instead, he surged into you, immediately lifting you up as his arms wrapped around your waist. Instinctually, you wrapped your legs around his hips as he carried you over and placed you on his desk. He tore off your jacket, exposing your thin tank top underneath. His lips left yours with a moan as he began peppering kisses across your jaw and down your throat.

However, as much as you had always dreamed of this and as much pleasure that was currently flooding your system, something still nagged at the back of your mind. “Rick, there is one thing I need to know.” He hummed in acknowledgment as he continued to trail kisses down your throat and onto your collarbone, causing your eyes to flutter with desire. “That picture you drew in the meeting today was so detailed, so beautifully sketched and shaded……How long was I asleep?”

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[riddikulus-writings]

Take A Nap

A/N: So yeah. I have a long, in depth fic for these two that's chock full of secrets and fluff and Actual Backstory but for some reason all I can write is smut. This is part two to Escapades and takes place just after the police van rolled down that hill. Also, can someone let me know if that link I tried doesn’t work? I’m still new to writing on this blue hellsite

Word Count: 1734

Pairing: Rick Flag x Female Reader [Codename Nyx, after the Greek Goddess]

Warnings: Still not really any plot, sorry guys. The plot for this is hidden elsewhere. Vaginal fingering. Semi-public sex. Dirty talk. Rick still won't shut up but he really should, though, people are trying to sleep. Choking. Uh, nothing makes sense, really? Movie innacuracies due to the fact this is now a bigger vehicle than the hippie van they were cruising around in, but the same concept still applies. 

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

Disoriented. Possibly concust. But cool.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rick cleared his throat, looking among his teammates, “Peacemaker high up, across the street. Sniper for any possible danger. Cleo,” he pointed at her, “Abner and, uh… Sebastian… are around back. Take out any guards back there. DuBois scales the wall to the top, Nyx and I keep watch.”

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

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

"You're a dumb idea," she retorted, "Actually, a bad idea was bringing you along."

Whoa. Everyone's eyebrows shot up, "Nyx, what the fuck? No infighting. Knock it off," Rick's voice was low but firm with authority.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rick hummed in agreement and closed the gap, sealing his mouth over hers. He wasted no time dipping his tongue into her mouth, drinking in her moans before they could get too loud. He gently pushed on her, laying her down across the length of the seat. Rick followed her down, nestling himself between her legs. Nyx planted a foot on the seat beside Rick’s thigh as he hitched the other into the crook of his elbow, “Gonna be quiet?” he asked quietly, lightly peppering kisses down her neck. Sucking on her now-exposed collarbone.

She whined, a breathless whisper as she nodded desperately, trying to grind her hips against something. Rick moved back up, his free hand moving around her neck, “Quiet.”

He slowly lowered her leg, her boot softly hitting the floor. Rick sent a sidelong glance through the rest of the dark bus, and so far no one had moved from their previous positions. Thank God for that. What a sight they’d wake up to; Nyx spread over the only bench seat here, Rick looming over her, a hand around her throat. They’d either think he was trying to kill her, or get very uncomfortable very fast and ask him to stop.

Which, he wasn’t about to do whether someone woke up or not.

He turned his attention back to the panting woman beneath him, raising an eyebrow at the grin spread over her face. The more pressure he applied to her throat, the wider her lips spread. His right hand worked at the buttons of her black pants, “Filthy little thing,” he muttered, “There’s other people on this bus.” Rick snaked his hand down the front of her pants, stroking down her dripping sex, “All for me?”

“That is you,” she panted out, grabbing the back of his head to pull him down for another searing kiss. When he scooped his cum back up with two fingers and pushed them inside, Nyx bit his bottom lip so hard he was sure she’d drawn blood. He leaned into it, pushing his tongue on her mouth again as he worked his fingers and scissored her open.

“Quiet,” he admonished, again, pressing his free hand against her throat once more. He pinned her to the seat, squeezing his hand as tight as he’d let himself, “Gonna wake everyone up,” he breathed out, his nose brushing against hers.

Again, Nyx’s grin grew, her pearly teeth glowing in the shards of moonlight passing through the windows, “Good.”

Rick almost growled but couldn’t without fear of waking someone up. Instead he buried his face in her shoulder, “Fuckin’ filthy little thing,” he repeated, curling his fingers against that certain spongy spot he’d found that made her grind hard into the palm of his hand, “Gonna be a good girl and keep me in there?” She whined out a high pitched yes but otherwise stayed breathless, quiet pants crawling up her throat and Rick wanted nothing more than to shove his cock in her open mouth. He pulled up from her neck, almost sneering with the strain of trying to stay quiet as he worked his thumb up to the peak of her cunt, “Want you to cum all over my hand, sweetheart. Gonna do that for me? See if you can stay quiet.”

“Bastard,” was the whimper he got.

“That’s not very nice,” he told her, pressing his thumb hard on her clit. Her arm suddenly flew up to cover her face, Nyx burying her face in the crook of her elbow as Rick buried a third finger deep in her cunt, his thumb rubbing fast circles. He moved his hand from her throat, sliding it instead to her hip to hold her down as she bucked into his hand, “C’mon, almost there. I got you,” he muttered.

Her hips stuttered, low whines coming muffled by her elbow. She was choking his fingers and he had to remove one so he could keep them moving, working her through her orgasm. Rick’s hand got soaked suddenly and she went limp, her only movement coming from her chest that moved with rapid breaths, “Bitch.”

Rick tugged her arm from her face as he slid his hand from her pants, “What’s the matter, Nyx?”

“I--” she panted out, “hate being-- quiet.”

He flashed her a bright grin and tugged her pants back into place, giving her stomach a gentle pat, “You didn’t have to,” a quick peck on the lips, “But it would’ve been a bit awkward for the others. Especially when I wouldn’t stop.” Another whimper, and he raised an eyebrow at her, but simply stuck his fingers in his mouth.

“I’m going to sleep,” she whispered, dropping her hand off the side of the seat. Her knuckles brushed the floor. The other arm folded behind her head.

“I sure fuckin’ hope so,” DuBois grumbled from somewhere up front. “You two are disgusting.”

"No one told you to listen," Rick shot back, his whisper loud enough for DuBois to hear over Nyx's stifled giggles. Rick was grinning, though; thankfully Bloodsport couldn't see it.

"Someone needs to nap," Nyx murmured, a small smirk plastered over her mouth, "He sounds cranky."

“You ain't laying down there,” Rick suddenly tugged her back up to snuggle into his side, his arm draped over her shoulders as he scooted them both to the end of the seat, “Leanin’ or layin’?”

“Lay,” she yawned.

He turned and pressed his back to the window, head lolling to the side to lean on the seat. After some shuffling, she was between his legs, back to his chest. HIs arms wrapped around her, one leg from each of them on the seat and the other leg on the floor. They looked like they had the same boots on. Nyx nuzzled her head into his shoulder, “Y’smell nice…”

“I smell like jungle and sweat,” he chuckled, his laugh vibrating through her, “And blood. Go to sleep.”

And they both dozed off like that, just as they had several times before on Nyx’s couch. Their breathing evened, Nyx drooling a little onto Rick’s bicep. Rick shifted in his sleep and snugged her closer to his chest.

[babblydrabbly]

A fic where Abner meets Y/N's younger sister (and he his super nervous) but when they meet, she tells him he is her favorite super hero

A Welcome Home (Abner Krill x Reader)

Pairing: Abner Krill x Neutral!Reader

Warnings: Language. Injury mention. Kissing. Pure fluff again! Loving it <3 Canon divergence obvs.

Wordcount: 1k+

[ A/N: Whoa! This turn into a lil fic of its own! Like I've said. It's a good thing no one on the squad died and everyone lived happily ever after :) Metahuman!Reader. ]

Fic Wishes Meme

Abner is smoothing his hair down again as you both wait for the door to open. You arch a brow at him and quirk a smile.

"What are you doing?"

He swallows. "Just...wished I looked a little more presentable."

You look at the pair of you in the front door window. Between you and Abner, there's plenty of blood, debris and rips in your uniforms that make you stick out like sore thumbs standing there on the neighborhood stoop.

You didn't think first— When Starro's arm came down, you had flung yourself at Abner with all your strength, slamming him out of the way of the creature. When the rats had stopped scurrying over you, when the smoke had cleared, you breathed a sigh of relief that Abner was beside you, alive.

He stood there, looking a little lost when DuBois, Cleo, Harley, and even Nanaue had parted ways, all with their own journeys ahead of them now that you were free. He avoided your gazed, his arms folded over his chest until you finally stepped toward him, taking his chin between your fingers.

"I don't have anywhere to go." He murmured, still not looking at you.

You sighed sadly in agreement, nodding your head.

"Looks like you're just gonna have to come home with me."

Home is a two story in Gotham City, sandwiched between a dilapidated apartment complex and liquor store that's been open longer than you've been alive. You have to kick the plastic toys and things away from the door in order to stand before it properly, the doorbell still so rusty you have to push it extra hard just hear it ring once.

"You're nervous." You note with a sly smile. The expression draws his attention, his face flushing as he pulls away from your tender gaze.

"Don't be." You say, just as the door flings open. Abner doesn't have time to startle before a pair of short, small arms are wrapping themselves around his middle, a tiny face peering up at him with big eyes.

"It's you!" Your little sister cries. "You're the popadot man!"

"Polka Dot Man. And where's my hug, you little cretin?" You snatch her up, tossing her over one shoulder as you step inside the house. You watch Abner hesitate in the threshold, his body half in and half out of your home.

"Did you... tell her about me?" He wonders as he gazes around at the messy foyer. There's stomping upstairs, the rush of children at play. In the kitchen, something strong and comforting wafts over to the pair of you, and your stomach growls.

You set your sister down, shrugging. "Nope."

"You were on the tv!" She explains. She reaches out and jabs a finger at one of the dots on Abner's uniform. "You were all woosh! With the dots— And then [Y/n] was all bam bam bam with her punching! You looked cooler though."

You wiggle a finger in her ear, making her squirm away. "Thanks a lot."

Your sister moves over to Abner again. There's a sincerity to her face that sudden makes him want to shy away. But he stands there, polite as ever, his hands cupped together in an awkward, patient stance.

"You're my favorite superhero now." She declares, and your eyes flicker over to Abner just in time to see his widen, a flush creeping back into his cheeks.

"Alright, little brat. Tell everyone else we're home." You instruct, scooting her along.

In total, the house had seven kids now, two more than when you left it for your sentence at Belle Reve. You'd been gone two years, and now you were back— With a boy, no less. The collective teasing left Abner embarrassed to no end, but you shrugged with confidence, telling them that you don't just bring any boys home.

"You've never brought anyone home, ever." You adoptive mother points out with a knowing smile. She asks no questions about prison, about the mission that had been broadcast for the world to see— Doesn't need to know. She tells the two of you to wash up before dinner; If anything, you kind of wished she would ask about the squad just so you didn't have to hear her tell you that they must not have had a good cook at Belle Reve— You and Abner were far too gaunt for her liking.

"It's prison, Ma." You mutter, rolling your eyes.

She ignores you, setting a plate heavy with rice and meat and vegetables in front of Abner. "Hope you like to eat." She tells him.

Abner gets about two bites in before stopping, the rest of the table scarfing down their food as he gets up to excuse himself suddenly.

You debate on whether on not you should give him a moment, before you glance at your mother, who nods encouragingly.

You find Abner in your old room, on the bottom bunk where you used to share your bed with your sister. He fidgets at his bare wrists, his gauntlets set down beside him. You move them carefully before taking a seat.

"Is this okay?" You ask softly. "I... probably should have warned you how crazy it is here."

Abner smiles faintly. He looks around the messy room, shaking his head. "It's alright." He begins. "I— ...I just didn't expect it to remind me so much of my own house. The one I grew up in, I mean."

You blink, frowning. "I'm so sorry, Abner, I didn't think—"

"In a good way." He clarifies, looking at you. Abner turns to you, his knee nudging yours. "In the best ways, I mean. My house... was like this one, some days."

He'd told you the worst parts. Parts he never told the others while you were still trekking through the jungle. For a horrified moment, you think this was all a bad idea— Throwing him into something that reminded him of his own family.

You're surprised when he takes your hand carefully, like you might vanish if he grasps it too solidly. You turn your palm up, lacing your fingers with his.

"You didn't have to bring me." He murmurs.

You revel in the way you can make Abner's breath hitch with just the faintest brush of your lips to his. You press them more firmly to him again when he sighs contentedly, his eyes fluttering shut. You hum in approval when his other hand comes up to cup your cheek, his touch feather light.

"Gross! [Y/n] and Pompado are being gross!"

Abner tears away from you, his face redder than one of his polka dots. You growl at the door as you throw a squishy pillow out into the hall, missing the little heads that retreat.

"Get outta here, you monsters! Before I feed you to the giant starfish!"

Fic Wishes Meme

[fanficsandfluff]

A Polka Dot Drabble

Fandom: The Suicide Squad (2021), DCEU

Characters: Harley Quinn, Abner Krill (Polka Dot Man)

Completely stolen inspiration from @fluffy-lee-boa and their post ! I'm so sorry, I had to, the idea was SO FRICKIN CUTE!!! First fic in a while, and it's short and super fluffy, so I hope y'all like!

Abner Krill did not look people in the eyes. Anyone: humans, animals, monsters... no one.

"How many you got on there?"

Abner lifted his eyes to the general direction of Harley Quinn, seated beside him on the flight back home.

"How many what?" his soft voice asked back.

"Polka dots," Harley poked one on his arm.

"Oh, um.. I don't know."

Switching perspectives here for a second; Harley was always one to please. If she felt the love, she gave the love. Abner needed a little. He was looking real low to her. So, she sat next to him on the plane on purpose and kept shooting him smiles and glances in hopes he'd look back. No such luck, so she then had to ask.

"Let's find out together. I'm sure you're dyin' to know!" Harley pressed, teeth in full show with an eager smile. She turned herself towards the Polka Dot Man, tucking one leg beneath her opposite thigh to more comfortably sit.

"N-No, I don't really-- I don't like being-- Harley!"

"1 2 3 4 5 -- What?" she inquired, high-pitch in tone. Her eyes were wide to feign innocence. She had started veering her fingers down towards the dots on Abner's side and stomach when he called her name.

"It--," he gulped down any further words he was planning on spouting.

"You ticklish or somethin', Abby?" Harley leaned in a bit closer to Abner's ear when she asked, a squeak of giddy energy following her question. She started poking again, this time watching his face more closely as opposed to focusing on the dots.

"Noho!" Abner choked out and his arm cinched to his side.

"No??" Harley gasped, "Uh ohhhh," she drew out, now switching to pinches, "Liar liar pants on fire!"

Abner was... a bit stunned, to say the least. Why did he invite such playfulness? What was he doing different from normal that Harley picked up on? Why was he laughing? Why did his insides want to crawl to his outsides?

"Whoops! Gotta restart the count! Geez, Abby, pull yourself together or we're never gonna crack this case," Harley used a few fingers now to press and wiggle into every polka dot she set her sights on, even a few spaces in between.

"Stop!" Abner whispered, "W-Wait-- HA!"

His arms were frozen at his sides, unable to make much use out of them. His laughs were coming out in giggles and in breathy gasps and hissing.

"Okay okay, ya big baby," Harley lifted her fingers from the fabric of Polka Dot Man's suit but kept them poised an inch above his sides, ready to strike again.

Abner had wound up rotating himself so he was facing Harley, in the midst of his shuffling and laughter. Probably not the best position if he wanted the tickling to stop. But something in him told him that was his best chance at his defense.

"Nohoho no--Noho!" Abner jumped in his seat when he saw Harley's arms move in. Harley herself was chuckling away, finding Abner's childlike laughter extremely endearing.

"You two gonna get it over with or what?" Bloodsport over on the other side of the plane semi-shouted.

"I'mmmmm gonna getcha!" Harley teased Abner, flexing her fingers and rotating her wrists to mimic another tickle attack.

Abner raised his hands on instinct to cover his reddening face and smiling mouth. He couldn't handle the teasing, nuh-uh, no way, no how.

Harley took the lead and she shot her hands to Abner's now exposed belly. Both hands, fingers digging in wildly. Her thumbs even found their way towards the small man's dips in his hips while the rest of her fingers kept working their magic.

Abner lost it. He fell forward into his own lap, effectively trapping Harley's hands right where they were. His snickers shook his whole body. Loose pleads were gushing from his lips, largely silenced by his budding laughter.

"Someone's a little tickle bug," Harley cooed, wrestling her hands free but not without landing some more pokes along the dots covering Abner's back as he recovered.

Abner remained totally hunched over, catching his breath. His insides were bubbly again. And he knew it wasn't from the parasite eating him alive.

Blinking his teary-from-laughter eyes open, Abner slowly righted himself in his seat. His deep brown eyes were trained on Harley's knee but he slowly lifted them up. He shut them once more with a prepping wince before opening them again. He looked right at Harley's brilliantly beaming face and he found himself smiling no longer from the tickling she inflicted on him. He then looked towards Bloodsport, then Nanaue, then Cleo. They were all smiling at him in one way or another.

"Heh," he let out a happy breath, sucking it back in when he glanced Harley's way again.

"Thank you," he mumbled, bashful again but happy.

"Anytime, Abby," Harley pinched his cheek affectionately.

No more mother for right now. Not one of them was. His friends were all beautiful and handsome and cool. He could look them in the eyes now, that's for sure.

[ao3feed-harleyquinn]

Missing Person Case: From Mamas Boy to MIA

by Icey5105 “What are you doing?” They pointed the gun at Harley from the sidewalk, “You can’t-“ “Making a call.” Harley pulled a lever and a bat signal lit up the sky. The officer’s jaw dropped, “Wha-“ “Go inside, officer.” Harley advised, “And tell Gordon to get up here: I have an offer.” The officer did as told. A pair of boots thudded behind her just as the door slammed open. Gordon gasped. “Quinn?” Gordon asked, bewildered, “Wha-“ “An offer?” Batman growled, “You pulled my emergency signal for-“ “My son is missing.” Harley’s serious tone made them both silence, “Find him alive and I’ll turn myself in. If you don’t, I’ll blow the entire city up - including myself. Understood?” — A Sequel to Arkham’s Fallen Angel. Read that first. This is part 2 of a series and won’t make sense otherwise. Also, full disclosure, this probably won’t be my best work. I’m… ah, dealing with medical issues. Sorry. Words: 1179, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English Series: Part 2 of To Arkham to Angel to Allen: A PJO x DCU Crossover Featuring Nico Di Angelo Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, DCU, Young Justice (Cartoon), Justice League - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, Harley Quinn (Cartoon 2019), Young Justice - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Nico di Angelo, Pamela Isley, Poison Ivy, Harleen Quinzel, Harley Quinn, Clayface, Nanaue Sha'ark, King Shark, Edgar Cizko, Dr. Psycho, Rogues Gallery (Batman), Justice League (DCU), Cadmus (DCU) Relationships: Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel, Nico Di Angelo & Pamela Isley, Nico di Angelo & Harleen Quinzel, Nico Di Angelo & Harleen Quinzel & Pamela Isley, Nico di Angelo & Justice League (DCU) Additional Tags: Team as Family, Project Cadmus, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Villains, Nico di Angelo Needs a Hug, Nico di Angelo Needs Therapy, Harley’s Crew, part two of a series, Almost everyone in this needs therapy, and some of them will get therapy!, Arkham Asylum, Insane Nico Di Angelo, Insanity, Morally Ambiguous Character, Nico di Angelo-centric, Villains with Morals, Anti-Hero, Anti-Villain, Everyone Needs A Hug, Murderer Nico Di Angelo, Child Soldiers, Violence, Dead Thalia Grace, Dead Jason Grace, Mad Scientists, Human Experimentation, Experimentation, Unethical Experimentation, Kidnapping, Injured children, Dead child, Child Death, Spoiler: No One Dies in this Fic, But Bodies Of characters are found, dead bodies via https://ift.tt/iKsLA4E