#Rick flag imagine

[reveluving]

the bump in the night ; rick flag x reader

summary: someone made Mrs Flag cry, and her family is not having it.

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, shadow-magic f!reader, reverse comfort & humour!

a/n: this AU is based on this piece I made a while back, 'cause you already know I can't do this special without hubby Rick and the kids! hope you enjoy it & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» wanna know what I have in store this fall? come & check out my m.list for 'reve's quirky reverie 🕷️'!

'For now, they had a plan, hoping it could bring a smile to your face.' ;

Coming home to his daughter's hugs had become an everyday thing if Rick didn't have to work overtime, but if the flicker of sadness in her eyes was anything to go by, something had to have happened while he was away.

“Mrs Bedford was saying bad stuff to mama while we were at the park.” 

It was the same thing she told her brothers when they got home from school, and just like them, it was enough for Rick to get the whole picture.

Ah, Mrs Bedford. Or as the neighbourhood youngsters, children and teenagers alike, like to call her 'the modern witch of the road', and not in the cool way. Her husband was no better, always bugging you at any given opportunity. The worst part was Mrs Bedford always antagonized you for it, even if she knew you didn’t entertain her husband’s behaviour. It was also extremely hypocritical of her, considering she herself has tried to make her move on Rick. A lot. Only to be met with disappointment each time. 

Her children were just as bad, too, to put it lightly.

“What did she say?” It was the green light Irene needed before she explained what had happened to a T, courtesy of her father’s eagle eye. Unlike most days, it was just you and Irene visiting the park since your sons had football practice. 

The two of you were feeding the ducks when Mrs Bedford came up to you.

“You on your own?” Was the first thing she asked you before you questionably said ‘yes’, despite Irene being there too, and the little girl realized Mrs Bedford wouldn’t have gone off on a tangent about you and your ‘possibly tainted history’ if her father or brothers were around in the first place.

“I don’t know what you did but I can see it in your eyes, Flag. You’re no saint. You can fool the others with your little flower shop and your so-called angelic kids, but not me.”

Though Mrs Bedford knew nothing about your powers or your time in Belle Reve, instead, spewing hate out of jealousy and hatred for you for being the favourable neighbour, she wasn’t completely wrong. You have hurt people, you’ve even killed some, but they were for the greater good. Since your freedom from hell on earth, you’ve barely used your umbrakineses. It wasn’t until the birth of your children, to which all three of them gained your abilities did you realized you couldn’t run from who you really were—it wasn’t right nor fair to them.

Then, telling them your story as a criminal and how their dad was once your enemy was another thing. You weren’t sure what reaction you were expecting, but it was certainly not amazement and sparkles in their eyes. As they grew older, they began to make sense of how their parents somehow knew people like Aunt Harley, Uncle Robert and hell, even Nanaue.

And at that point in time, Mrs Bedford reminded you of Waller, turning you into submission as you could do nothing but listen to her make a mockery out of you for turning over a new leaf. Irene had to watch your face drop as the woman insulted you, and she knew she had to tell her family about it. 

Irene insisted that she was fine about heading home early, even if you tried to convince her otherwise. She wanted nothing more than to do something about that glazed look in your eyes.

As soon as you stepped foot into the living room, a tear rolled down your cheek. You couldn't help but apologize to her, to everyone if they were with you then. You weren’t entirely sure if it was because you seemed weak over a bunch of words or their fate of ending up with you as the wife and a mother of their family.

Irene shook her head, hugging you with her face in your tummy.

"You're not a mean person, mama. You're the nicest and coolest mama we could ever ask for, and we love you." 

It was simple, something you've heard of thousands of times in your lifetime, but you very much needed it today.

Ever the sweet girl, she accompanied you as you lay in your bed, telling you random stories about what she painted during art class or what she ate at lunch, anything but the time Mrs Bedford’s son, Kyle pushed her off the swing while his older brother, Blake laughed and praised him for doing so. You didn’t need to know that. 

Not yet.

You listened with a warm smile, embarrassed but nonetheless thankful for how observant she was of your feelings before eventually dozing off. 

Irene was careful yet quick to jump off the bed, running downstairs to shush Richie and Ethan as they returned home. 

The more she explained, the brighter their eyes unnaturally glowed. Richie was starting to look like their father as he crossed his arms, listening to her like a police officer, while Ethan seemed like he was already thinking of ways to counter the Bedford’s undignified acts.

Basically, the Bedfords were not the greatest people. Each and every one of them. 

Though they had a myriad of ideas, they weren’t sure how much their father would appreciate it, even if it was for your sake. Still, they thanked Irene for being there for you, promising that something would be done, no matter what it would be.

For now, they had a plan, hoping it could bring a smile to your face.

After an unexpected nap, you came down to find your kids huddled on the couch, whispering and hushing each other. Curious, you approached them.

Ethan was the first to notice you, offering you a grin before showing you what was in their hands, “Look, ma, I think we got it.” 

You leaned in to take a closer look, only for your breath to hitch at the sight of life on their palms. There, they showed you the differing mass of shadows they conjured, a tougher one you just taught them about a week ago. You have always loved this trick as a kid, and it only aided your sanity when you were by your lonesome in the penitentiary. In a way, you were replacing what life truly was by making your own, even if they were temporary because there was no telling when or if you’d ever be free. 

Yet, here they were, prompting joy and pride as they held the wispy animals of their choice; Richie with what seemed to be an adorable little puppy, Ethan creatively emulated a bioluminescent jellyfish and Irene…

Oh, Irene.

She scarcely remembered how much you loved making her laugh by conjuring butterflies when she was still very little if not for the twins confirming it. 

The butterfly was as small as her hand, but the wings were majestic, idly flapping before flying over to you, leaving cloudy black trails and landing on your outstretched finger. 

You stared at their creations ever so lovingly, already on the brink of tears. You were just as mad at yourself for doubting your worth, and your potential, just because of the things you had to do in the past, for the sake of the person you were now.

You embraced Irene in a tight hug before pulling your boys in as well. You sniffled, absolutely joyous and blessed to be surrounded by the most loving people. Nothing could deter you from this, not even as the shadow puppy yipped and chased the jellyfish and butterfly in excitement. Your cat, Tofu, must’ve heard the commotion, too, as she came from the kitchen to check, only to be frightened and jump on the couch with you as the puppy came running to her.

Rick finally arrived about two hours later, coming home to hear laughter before he saw Irene running across the room, followed by Tofu and the shadow puppy in tow. The jellyfish laid on Richie’s head like a nest whereas the butterfly decided to make Ethan’s shoulder its home as they hung out with you on the couch.

“Daddy!” Irene greeted him before running over to him. He didn’t question the questioning look she gave him just yet and instead, hoisted her up, laughing as Tofu and the puppy pawed at his bootlaces.

“What’s going on here?” He raised his brows, amused by what could be described as a fever dream of a sight.

“The kids learnt how to make little lives.” You giggled, allowing Rick to sit next to you as you scooted over.

“And I got a new hat,” Richie gestured to the jellyfish, who he has now dubbed as Jelly. As if it understood, Jelly immediately floated away, leaving Richie’s hair flattened, “Never mind.”

You shared a laugh as he deadpanned before you turned to Rick, “Was work okay?”

“Yeah, the usual. Decorated the place today, actually.” He took his phone out of his pocket, opening his gallery and showing you and the kids the spookily tacky decor that furnished his workplace.

“Did you really paint ‘dead inside, don’t open’ on the entrance door?” The twins gawked.

“Fitting, ain't it?” Rick joked, prompting smiles and chuckles from you once more before falling back on the couch, “But at least I’m off tomorrow, so I was thinking we could eat out for dinner.”

“Oh! We should head to Pop’s since they’re also offering their apple betty.” Ethan suggested.

“Well, I think that’s a good idea, so,” Richie trailed off, raising anticipation from the rest of you before jumping off the couch and running up the stairs. Ethan and Irene simultaneously gasped before the former took his sister out of Rick’s arms to chase their brother together. You and Rick could only watch with delight as Tofu and the shadow creatures followed them too.

“Everything okay?” He wanted to know, but he wouldn’t pry if you weren’t ready to tell him.

“Yeah,” You nodded, gazing down for a moment before continuing, “Something happened earlier but…”

“Richie! You better not lock the door or I swear to God!” Ethan’s voice rang out from upstairs, followed by Irene’s ‘language!’, and you couldn’t help but shake your head in amusement. 

“It’s all good now.” You reassured him. You knew you could’ve told him, but it wasn’t worth dwelling on. You had children to nurture and a husband to take on the world with.

“The Bedfords?” He guessed. If it wasn’t them, then it had to be Mr Walker.

“The Bedfords,” You confirmed with a tight smile, “I’m just more upset that Irene was there to hear it.”

You didn’t explain any further and Rick took it as a sign to drop it. If they were able to make you this upset, then it was best to ask the kids instead. 

“I’m sorry,” He pulled you to his chest, planting a slow and gentle kiss on your forehead. He rubbed your back, sighing at the very mention of that family. Rick loathed that they were influential enough to be one of the higher-ups of the school’s PTA, though he was confident that money was involved in it too. He hated that they were reasons why you’d come home ranting about how Mrs Bedford bugged you again, or when he had to make sure Mr Bedford knew he was making a promise and not an empty threat whenever it involved their kids and his, "You know I can talk to them." 

It would do no good, but it was worth trying. 

"No, you know how the Bedfords are. Don’t worry, okay? Not now,” You kissed the inside of his palm before pressing your lips against his, soft, sensual and safe. Rick moved forward, deepening the kiss as held the nape of your neck. You pulled away but not before nuzzling his nose, “We should be celebrating.”

He nodded, though he knew it would only linger in his mind for a while. Still, he adhered to your wishes, standing up before offering you his hand to get ready, “Right, right. Shall we?”

You snorted, placing your hand in his the way a princess would when a prince asks for a dance. Unexpectedly, he twirled you around, wrapping his arms around you he pulled you in, chest to chest. You playfully smacked him, though it did very little to wipe off the pleased look on his face as the two of you headed to your room. 

You and the boys were the first to head out to the front yard, chatting and evaluating the decors of the houses while waiting for Rick and Irene. 

“What happened today?” He asked his daughter quietly as they stood at the front door, helping with her shoes while she slid on a jacket. 

“Mrs Bedford was saying bad stuff to mama while we were at the park.” She whispered back, swinging her arms as she watched her father tie her shoelace, “Like, really mean stuff. No one was around except us so she was kinda loud, too.”

Rick fumed, clenching his jaw as he could already hear and picture whatever nonsense she loved to spit out. 

“Mama got kinda quiet when we came home, and then she started crying. About how she’s sorry she was a criminal and how we’re ‘stuck’ with her powers.” She added. If anything, she and the boys thought your abilities were the coolest thing to have ever happened to them. 

He shook his head—who wouldn't crack after being subjected to their ways for so long? He hummed, hiding the seething resentment by ruffling Irene's hair.

"Can you help me distract your mother while I talk to the boys for a bit?" She nodded diligently, skipping over to you before Rick called out to his sons, "Need some help, boys." 

They rushed over, glancing at you before Ethan spoke up first, "She told you?" 

"Yeah." Rick replied as he locked the door.

"Can't we do something about it?" Richie asked with a frown.

"You boys are not punching Blake again." Rick reminded them with a small smile. 

"You didn't seem to mind it," Ethan mirrored his father's amusement, "He was yelling at our teammate and encouraged his troll brother to push Irene off a swing." 

"I'm mad, too," Rick was more than mad, but he couldn't let his emotions run wild, "Look, we'll think of something, alright? For now, just make sure she's happy." 

That's all they ever wanted.

The drive to Pop's was a lively one, and so was the dinner itself. Though you knew you'd be thinking about Mrs Bedford's words every once in a while, the smiles and laughter of your family were already a welcoming distraction as it is. 

Midnight rolled around, and everyone had returned to their rooms with sore cheeks and a full stomach. You were the first to slip under the covers after a shower, hoping you wouldn't be too tired as you waited for Rick, though it didn't work.

By the time Rick got out of the bathroom, you were peacefully asleep, your face just a breath away from your husband's pillow as his scent soothed you like no other. 

Rick smiled to himself, changing into his PJs before sitting on your side of the bed. The dip roused you from your slumber just a little.

"Rick?" You murmured, fluttering your lashes tiredly.

"Forgot to get some water," He caressed your cheek before bending down to kiss it, "I'll be back." 

You mustered a closed-eye smile and before you knew it, you drifted off once again, lulled by the way he patted your back.

Once the coast was clear, he moved off the bed, silently slipping out and closing the door before heading over to the twins' room. He knocked on the door, just enough for them to hear before doing the same with Irene's door and headed downstairs.

Rick sat down at the dining table with a glass of cold water, arms crossed and lost in his own thoughts before hearing light footsteps approaching.

Richie, Ethan and Irene carefully pulled their chairs back before taking a seat, and just like that, the discussion began.

But it didn't seem like they were getting anywhere and at some point, they just started shit-talking.

"Man, I wish coach would just kick Blake out." Ethan groaned, his head falling back. 

"Tell me about it. He's shit at quarterback." Richie clicked his tongue.

"Boys." Rick warned them, partially because his youngest was listening.

"Sorry." They apologized but Irene didn't seem to mind.

"How about…" She chimed in, tapping her finger on her chin, "We scare them?" 

"Like…?" Richie cocked his head, hoping she'd say more than just that.

"I don't know, I just thought it'd be cool since it's Halloween and stuff. And, well, maybe we could use our powers, but I know mama and daddy wouldn't want that." She shrugged, pouting because she hadn't thought it far enough.

"It would be a miracle to scare them without using our powers in the first place," Richie sighed, looking over to his father, "What do you think, dad?" 

No reply.

"Dad?" Ethan followed suit as the three of them raised their brows.

“How far are you in your shadow puppet practice?” Rick asked out of the blue, staring ahead as though imagining whatever idea he had played out. 

“Uh, pretty far, I think? Ma taught us how to merge our shadows into one if we wanted to make a bigger animal.” Richie answered, earning affirmative nods from his siblings. 

“How big?” 

“Like, this big!” Irene opened her arms wide to let him know just how big of a monster they would be able to make if they wanted to. They haven’t, there was no reason to, but the more their father asked, the more it piqued their interest.

Rick thought it through for a moment. It has been a while since he has seen you make that one particular lifeform, but it was worth a shot. If it were able to render Waller speechless, then it’ll definitely make the Bedfords piss their pants. 

No actual attacks, and definitely no killings. But he’ll make sure they shudder at the mere thought of Halloween. Put the fear of God in them. They had it coming, too, stomping on other neighbours’ happiness for years just for the fun of it. 

He just had to play it safe. 

He slowly broke into a sinister smile.

“You three ever heard of a hellhound?”

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

[moonpascaltoo]

RICK FLAG

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all rick flag stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

MASTERLIST • DC MASTERLIST • 05/26/24

@foli-vora ⭒ danger high voltage ⭒ lover ⭒ free ground You’d never known panic like this. You’d never known pain like this. “Rick? Eyes open. Please baby. Come on now.” ” He’s okay. He’s okay. ⭒ hear me

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

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

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

@drabbles-mc ⭒ all settled

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

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

@seancekitsch ⭒ hot to go Rick knows he shouldn't shit where he eats. Rick knows Waller would demote him in a second if she knew he was letting you and your de facto guard dog have special privileges on this mission. Rick knows he shouldn't take you up on your offer to play a game.

@reveluving ⭒ request

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

[foli-vora]

Congratulations on your follower milestone! That is amazing! 💖

May I please request a Rick Flag fic with “The first time you smiled it felt like the universe aligned.” and I would love for you to rip my heart out (since that is an option 😊)

Thanks and I am so excited to read all of these upcoming fics!

My sweet angel, thank you for your never ending support and love, and thank you for the request! I'm sorry for the major delay getting this done, but I hope you enjoy me ripping your heart out and squishing it under my slipper 💖

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rick flag x suicidesquadf!reader

word count: 1k warnings: ANGST SUPREME. sad ending. swearing, blood, bullet wounds, death, sad sad sad. rick is cheesy & sad. SAD. ANGST. genuinely teared up writing this bye.

They lied. Everyone who had toed that line between life and death, they fucking lied. There was no bittersweet flash of memories before your eyes. You didn’t have a lot, but shit—there’s gotta be something worth showing you, worth reliving, before you close your eyes forever.

The minutes pass, you feel the growing chill along your limbs from the steady flow of blood from the various bullet holes in your torso, and still—nothing. Not a goddamn thing. 

Just Rick.

Rick bolting across the sand with your name falling from his lips. You can’t hear it, there’s a distinct shrill ringing in your ears that seems to be drowning out the chaos around you, but you see the movement of his mouth, the strain of his throat as he yells.

He comes to land on his knees next to you, a shower of cool sandy grains flicking up and dusting your black tac shirt. It glistens under the light of explosions and gunfire, and you briefly wonder in morbid curiosity how much of your blood stains the beach beneath you.

“Jesus. Oh, oh darlin’—”

You hear him then, his broken and strained mutter cutting through the surrounding ambush.

“Hey Colonel,” you rasp with a barely there smile, a sticky hot trail of liquid leaking from the edge of your lips, “how’s it lookin’?”

Those pretty doe eyes dart over the destruction of your body, his hands ghosting over your wounds in what feels like hesitation, anxiety. Which ones can be smothered with a cheap and easy dressing? What one needs the most pressure applied?

Going by the rate your body seems to be numbing, cooling in the breezy night air, they’re all pretty shit. At least there's no pain. Shock, adrenaline - whatever the fuck it is, you're thankful for it.

“Fine,” he mutters, rough gloved hands instead coming to rest on your cheeks, thumbs brushing away the coarse sand and half dried blood splatters covering your skin, “you’re gonna be just fine.”

“Damn,” you breathe heavily, brows briefly coming together, “I never thought I’d hear you lie to me. None of that shit. No, no.... you gotta make it something good, Colonel.”

Confusion pinches his pretty face through the pain, and you give another strained smile.

“The last words I’ll ever hear—make ‘em… they gotta be good.”

“Don’t talk like that, you hear me? You’ll be fine. Backup’s comin’. They’re comin’, and we’ll get you patched up, and you’ll be right to back to bein’ a pain in my ass, okay?”

Oh, sweet soldier.

No.

It doesn't work like that.

They don’t send help for people like you. Suicide Squad, remember? It’s in the name. You knew what you were signing up for. He knew what you were signing up for. This is it. You’re just another classified file thrown through the shredder at the end of the day.

You blink tiredly up at him, “No one’s coming, Flag.”

He shakes his head in firm denial, strong jaw rolling in an effort to remain cool and collected.

“No, they... they have to.” 

“Somethin’ good, Flag,” you remind him quietly, a heaviness now seemingly coming to rest along your limbs.

Is this it? Can’t you just have one more minute? One more minute of him crowding your vision? You don’t need a last minute life montage, not when he’s here, not when he’s carefully dragging you further into his warm embrace.

Please, just a little longer in his arms.

“Okay… okay. The—the first time you smiled, it felt like the universe aligned.”

“Oh, fuck me,” you splutter with a sudden roll of remaining energy, chest heaving and lungs screaming as you choke on a weak chuckle, “that’s a… a new low, even for… f’your s-soft self.”

“Thought you’d like that,” he drawls quietly with a grin.

It’s brief, tainted with agony stricken tears, and falls from his face the second it stretches his lips. No, sweet soldier. Smile. It’s okay.

Maybe… maybe this is why your life isn’t flashing before your eyes. It’s because it’s here—he’s here. You didn’t really have anything before this, before the Squad, before Rick. You were merely a shell of a person in your cell, angry with the unfair world and the hand you’d been dealt from childhood, but when he came along?

He gave you a chance, saw something in you no one had before. He provided you with the Squad, with friends. He got you out of your cell and into the fresh air with a new outlook. He trained you, laughed with you, ate with you in the crappy mess hall despite the frowns from his co-workers.

He saw you.

He saw you for everything you were, not for what people thought you to be.

“Think you’re the… the closest thing I’ve e-ever felt to love, Colonel. Thank you.”

It’s a decent goodbye, you decide with the final beat of your heart, slackening in relief and embracing the call of the abyss with a leftover curl still tugging at your lips. Better than you’d been led to believe you deserved, better than what Waller threatened you with.

You got a good ending.

He feels the weight of you in his arms, sees how unnaturally still your chest has fallen and how your eyes seem to stare just past his shoulder. It shakes him to the core. His heart beats at the base of his throat and he can’t help but call out to you one more time, despite knowing you’d never answer.

“Darlin’?”

You can’t be gone—not yet.

You can’t be gone, because you didn’t get to hear him say it back. He needs to say it, he needs you to hear it. He murmurs those three little words over and over, breathing them into your skin wherever he can reach, willing you to stay just long enough to hear them, long enough to know you were loved.

You need to know you’re loved.

Bile builds in his throat at the thought, but he has to leave you behind; alone, broken and bled out on the sandy beach for a sweep team to deal with later. He wonders as he runs through the dense jungle, but he’ll never know if you did manage to hear his broken, tear filled I love you’s.

He hopes with everything in him that you did.

[magicalqueennightmare]

The Soldier and His Witch

Just Us

Safe Enough

I Lied

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[giowritess]

thinkin about rick flag.

people!! there’s this (+18) rick flag fic that i recently started working on. it’s gonna be finished maybe by mid-next week, and i was thinking about it…

it might turn out longer than i expected but with different scenes, so i was wondering what you prefer:

lemme know your thoughts ❤️‍🔥

our favorite cowboy just for clarification purposes

[lacontroller1991]

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus (Rick Flag x F!Reader)

Main Master List       DC Master List

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

Original Idea by @neon-supernova and in honor of it being December I decided to post this on the first to set off a month of festive fics (and others)

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Rick lets out a giggle as you hush him, nervously looking around the downstairs of your house. If your kids saw their dad as Santa Claus, it would ruin Christmas for them, and you are not about to let your big goof of a husband ruin it for them. “You gotta be quiet honey.”

“Don’t worry, darlin’. Quiet is my middle name.” You roll your eyes at your husband before returning to your task of laying down a light dusting of powdered sugar by the fireplace and leaving a trail towards the tree while Rick rocks on his heels, wearing a full Santa outfit, pot belly and beard included, though Santa probably wouldn’t have a wide shoulder frame, let alone be 6’2.

“Ok, so you’re going to step one by one and make a trail leading towards the Christmas tree, then you’re going to have to take a sip or two of milk and eat some of the cookies.” Rick goes from mockingly saluting you to falling pale in an instance, the thought of eating his kids’ cookies already upsetting his stomach. It’s not that they taste bad, as a matter of fact the dough tasted rather good, it’s the fact that you and your kids forgot to set an alarm and then got distracted with making decorations that the cookies burnt in the oven and if it wasn’t for Rick’s attentiveness, they probably would’ve burnt the house down. “They’re not gonna be that bad, chill out.”

“I don’t know, baby, they look like lumps of coal that Santa would give to a person who’s been naughty.” He jokes, moving toward the fireplace and stepping in the powdered sugar, looking down at his feet. “Is this good enough?”

“Yes Mr. Claus.” Rick offers you a smirk as he takes one step at a time, making sure to leave visible boot prints in the faux snow as he makes his way over to the lit tree with seemingly endless presents underneath. If there is one thing for certain, it’s the fact that Rick loves to spoil his kids. Coming to a stop in front of the tree, he looks at the cookies before looking back to you, a look of despair on his face as you stifle a laugh, unaware of a pair of eyes watching the interaction. “Go ahead, Santa, eat the cookies those sweet kids made for you.”

Rick visibly gulps and picks up one cookie in his gloved hand, inspecting it through cut out glasses before dipping it into the milk and taking a big bite, grimacing at the taste of burnt sugar before swallowing. If he’s being honest, he’s had worse. “Is that good enough?”

“Mmhmm, would you like your Christmas present now, or later?” Your arms wrap around his expanded torso, looking up at the former colonel with love as he adjusts his gray beard, impure thoughts running through his head.

“Depends, is it a naughty gift or a nice gift?”

“A nice gift.” You release one arm and reach behind you, pulling out two sticks as Rick’s eyes widen, glowing a soft gold from the light of the Christmas tree.

“Are you?”

“It’s not confirmed yet. I have a doc appointment on Wednesday, but according to this, yeah, I am.” Rick doesn’t hesitate to lift you into his arms and spin you around as you laugh in joy. When you and Rick had started dating and eventually got serious, you knew he always wanted a big family and now that he has time for it, you’re more than willing to give it to him.

“Oh sweetheart, this is the best Christmas gift ever.” Rick sets you down and drags you into him, pressing a soft but passionate kiss to your lips as you melt into him, a soft gasp causing you to break away and look to the stairs where a pair of feet can be seen running up the steps as you mentally curse yourself. You should have known John would be sneaking around, but Rick’s lips on your forehead stirs you from your thoughts.

“Hey, it’s okay. As far as he knows, I‘m just Santa. Now how about we get to bed? What says you, Mrs. Claus?”

“I think that sounds good. I love you, Rick.”

“I love you too, honey.”

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The next morning you wake up at the first peep of light through your bedroom window, only to see John standing at the foot of your bed, a stuffed animal in his hand and in his dinosaur Christmas pajamas.

“Hey baby, what are you doing up?” He doesn’t answer you, instead, he rushes over to Rick’s side of the bed and climbs on top of his dad, waking the retired soldier.

“Hey buddy, what are you doing up?” Comes Rick’s tired question, reaching up to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Judging by how dark it is still in the room, he probably guesses it's around 6 am.

“I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus.”

“Is that so?” John nods, clutching his rhino stuffie to his chest as Rick looks over to you with a knowing smile, one which you return. “Well, mommy was probably just thanking Mr. Claus for bringing you and Sophie all those cool gifts,” Rick sits up and tickles John’s side as the kid collapses into heaps of giggles in Rick’s lap, curling into his father as you roll out of bed and put on your robe, a soft smile forming on your face before heading toward the door.

“Okay you two, let’s go wake your sister and go open those presents and drink some hot chocolate. How does that sound?” John simply nods his head before bolting out the door and into his sister’s room, most likely bouncing on the bed as Rick stretches out while you raise an eyebrow at him. “You almost blew it.”

“Relax, will ya? Go set Sophie and John down by the tree and I’ll make us some coffee and them some hot chocolate.”

“Alrighty and Rick?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For sucking up and doing the whole Santa Claus get up.” Rick chuckles before making his way over to you, pulling you into his arms and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“No, I should be thanking you. You’ve given me a family and it’s something I never thought I would have until I met you, so thank you.” And maybe it’s your pregnancy hormones, but the genuinity of his words has tears welling in your eyes.

“I love you so so much.”

“I love you too.”

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[heavenlydevine]

Just 8 more weeks left. Starting to get back into the groove of writing again, so whatcha feral kitties in the mood for? Some Soldier Boy action, cause goodness I gotta get my head outta the gutter. Send in them requests and I shall either bless you with a blurb, headcannon, or a lengthy one-shot.

[ohcaptains]

!!! congrats for ur 10k!!! so happy for u:)

I was just thinking about rick flag + touch starved. like if he comes back from a mission or something and he almost didn't come back to you and he just Wants You😭

slay omg i love rick sm thank u for this

First, you feel him.

Feel a warmth begin to build at your back, followed by the familiar feel of two hands slipping around your waist. “Rick?” you whisper, already knowing it’s him. Smelling him. Already heard the familiar pads of his footsteps as he tried to be quiet, but his body was dead tired, and it was tiresome to tense – to keep his weight distributed, as to not step on the creaky floorboards of your bedroom floor. But still, he tried.

He always does.

“Mm,” he hums into your neck, nuzzling his nose into your skin, and your body immediately responds to his touch. To his hot breath under your ear, followed by his mouth as he kisses you. “Hi baby,” you whisper, reaching down to cover his hand with yours. You relax back into him, pushing your ass into his middle, trying to get comfy, and he groans, deep before the sound twists off into a whimper.

“You okay?” you ask, but you’re twisting around to face him before he can answer. You find him, immediately clasping your palms over his cheeks, checking for marks and bruises. He holds your hands, closing his eyes for a brief second. “I’m okay,” he sighs, not telling you that it nearly wasn’t. “Just – just need to hold you for a second.”  

[lafantasiaworld]

can someone send me their fav rick flag fic pls

[reveluving]

hold me closely ; rick flag x reader

summary: 'cool, calm & collected' is how many describe the Flags, and they're right. to a certain degree, at least. (a.k.a some of your & Rick's favourite convos in the family group chat)

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff & humour (ft twin sons Ethan & Richie, daughter Irene & Tofu the cat!)

a/n: made sumn for my rick babes (+ s/o to my girl @lacontroller1991​ for the cutest hubby rick ask??? ily) so enjoyed imagining what it’s like to be his wifey and mother of kids eeee <33 love y’all!! don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

disclaimer!! despite the face claims (joy from rv btw) & running theme here, you are highly encouraged to imagine yourself or your oc as the MC however you see fit!

» wanna read more rick flag fics or anyone by joel kinnaman? check out my j.k. m.list!

↳ january 19th ༉‧₊˚✧

me 🌸 : how's Tofu, kids?

richie : [ sent 3 photos ]

mister e : pretty gud mom

me 🌸 : ??? the last photo??

my beloved ❤️ : @.mister e what did we tell you about putting Tofu on your head

mister e : i told richie it was a bad idea but he didn’t listen 😔

richie : ??? u literally suggested the idea??? 🤨

↳ march 21st ༉‧₊˚✧

me 🌸 : have u guys seen the package i brought in this morning? i ordered a pillow for your sister

richie : [ sent 3 photos ]

richie : dw we gave it to her already

mister e : Tofu also conquered the box just so you guys know

↳ june 5th ༉‧₊˚✧

my beloved ❤️ : store’s got vanilla ice cream but it’s not the one you asked for. is it still okay @.me 🌸?

me 🌸 : more than okay! tq ❤❤

mister e : nvm we bought like, 9 different kinds

mister e : [ sent 3 photos ]

me 🌸 : ? how???

richie : dad drove us to four different stores lol

my beloved ❤️ : i still don't think it's enough

↳ july 4th ༉‧₊˚✧

richie: [ sent 3 photos ]

[ my beloved ❤️ reacted with a ‘ ❤️ ’ ]

[ mister e reacted with a ‘ 🎉 ’ ]

[ you reacted with a ‘ 🥰 ’ ]

↳ july 22nd ༉‧₊˚✧

richie : what do you guys call a fake noodle?

me 🌸 : what?

richie : an impasta

[ my beloved ❤️ has removed richie from the group ]

me 🌸 : RICK

my beloved ❤️ : it’s a little funny, i admit

mister e : heh

my beloved ❤️ : you wanna join your brother, too?

mister e : no sir 🚶

↳ august 6th ༉‧₊˚✧

mister e : [ sent 3 photos ]

mister e : richie, irene and i @ the aquarium + ice-cream and bookstore after

[ you and my beloved ❤️ reacted with a ‘ ❤️ ’ ]

richie : hope the dinner’s going well!

me 🌸 : [ sent 2 photos ]

my beloved ❤️ : [ sent 2 photos ]

my beloved ❤️ : it's going amazing. thank you boys 😌

» juuust in case you're still confused: 'my beloved ❤' is Rick, 'mr e' is Ethan & 'richie' is, well, Richie!

» ❛ fun lil’ trivia about the flags ༉‧₊˚

Irene and the twins have an eight-year age gap!

Richie’s full name is Richard Flag the Third.

Although identical, Richie has certain mannerisms that resemble his father. The same case applies to Ethan, the younger twin, who picks up more of your quirks. Despite that, Richie, usually the photographer of the group, encourages (and even adds to) Ethan’s odd photo ideas.

Sporty ahh kids. All three of them. Need I say more?

» gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[busylickingsatansballs]

Three's a crowd

Adrian chase x reader slight Rick Flag x reader

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

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

A/N: I had a dream about this.

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

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

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

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

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

And you were being a pervert.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was a lie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He balks stopping short hands dropping from the window.

Maybe he could run for it.

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

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

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

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

You snort god he was such a bad liar.

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

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

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

You don’t want him to.

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

 And you wanted him closer.

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

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

I mean what was he supposed to say to that?

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

You drive him insane.

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

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

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

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

 This was dangerous but he was past caring.

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

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

You slide from the counter to move closer

“yeah?” he was going to explode.

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

“I could join you.”

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

You drop your gaze to the floor.

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

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

And you just can’t fucking take it anymore.

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

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

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

Like he wants to bite but doesn’t.

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

Of course he knows.

Yeah, you were definitely getting a noise complaint.

[foli-vora]

day 7: bath sex - rick flag.

warnings: f!reader. 18+ ONLY. i mean... the obvious - bath sex, unprotected p in v, the way this man physically makes me clench

a/n: 747 words. obviously not day 7 but we're rolling with the punches coz life. haven't written for ricky in a long while so this was nice. enjoy! x

The floor is probably flooded by now, but you can’t bring yourself to care. How can you? He feels too fucking good, all thick muscle and hot, slick skin sliding against yours with every move of his body.

His broad frame covers you and pushes you back into the side of the tub, each heavy thrust into you causing the remaining warm water to slosh up against the edges and spill out onto the tile floor. God, there's barely any water left—

He shifts your leg, hitches it higher on his hips and thrusts deeper, his cock hitting somewhere so deliciously deep within you it physically tears the breath from your lungs.

You don’t fucking care about the water.

All that matters is the way he fills you, stretches you; the way he feels, muscles rippling under your hands and the way his groans melt into your tongue.

“Yeah, this really isn’t workin', darlin’,” Rick breathes into your mouth, teeth tapping lightly against yours as an indulgent grin spreads across his lips.

It’s not the most comfortable of positions, and he’s damn sure your back will have something to say about the way you’re laying in a few hours. The tub barely fits him, let alone the both of you…

You make a noise of denial, your brows coming together as your nails drag along his shoulders in an effort to bring him closer, swallowing down the pleased groan that falls from his throat.

“It’s—fuck, baby—it’s fine,” you babble, lost in the way his cock rubs against your walls and desperate to keep him right where he is. “This is fine –”

“‘Fine’?” He teases in a low growl, nipping at the tender skin of your throat and pinning you firmer against the ceramic, his hands curling around the icy cool edges in an attempt to find purchase.

He drags his hips against yours with an upward thrust, his pubic bone rubbing along your aching clit and bringing a flood of fire along your nerves.

“Good,” you spit through a moan, the unforgiving pressure against the swollen nerve causing your walls to clench and flutter around him. “So good, so fucking good—”

“Yeah?”

The gruff rumble of the word dissolves against your lips as his mouth captures your own, his tongue sweeping along your lower lip and sliding languidly along yours before something hungrier takes hold.

He consumes you, practically drinks you down like a man starved and the ferocity of it settles hot and heavy in the pit of your stomach, increasing the already out of control fire raging through your system.

"God I've missed you, missed this—" he groans roughly, breaking away from your mouth to look at the way you writhe and moan with each drive of his hips.

You nod along to his words despite being barely coherent, your fingers grasping at the slick skin of his back as his large, calloused hand splays at the base of your throat. There's power behind his touch as it moves up along your skin, his fingers briefly flexing around the width of it before it meets your jaw.

He smooths a thumb over your mouth, rolling the soft flesh of your lips beneath his touch, almost to commit the plush feel of them to memory.

Lips soon replace the rough pad and you lose yourself to another earth shattering kiss, relishing in the feel of his tongue dragging along yours and how it has your cunt tightening around him as he slams into you.

"M-missed you... gone so long—"

"I know," he soothes into your mouth, his deep tone like molten honey. "You've got me all weekend... will you let me make it up to you, darlin'?"

He's already doing a damn good job of that.

With a mastered precision only your focused Colonel could have, every thrust he focuses on your throbbing clit and hitting that wickedly sweet spot deep within your walls until stars start to frame your vision and the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh starts to bounce off the tile walls.

You're so fucking close and he knows it, his lips turning up against your throat.

"Gon—fu—ck... gonna make you work for it, Flag," you moan brokenly, each and every muscle winding and tightening in anticipation as he drags you further and further towards your blissful end.

His chuckle melts into your ear, "Is that right? Well you know I like a challenge. Come on, baby—show me what I've been missin'."

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[deliciousangelfestival]

Kill My Ex (?) Chap 1 - dark!Lloyd Hansen

Character: dark!Lloyd Hansen x Ex-girlfriend , Rick Flag x Fem!Reader (slightly)

Warning: Manipulation, betrayal, delusional character.

Words Count: 1549

Summary: The reader meets a disaster with her fiance, and the team gets into a death trap while on their mission. Her boss told her to get revenge. After finding out who the mastermind turned out to be, her ex-boyfriend, will she kill him or not?

Reblog and feedback are really appreciated. It will make me more motivated and got more people to read the story. Thank you so much 💓 💗 💓 Have a great day and enjoy the story.

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2,-

‘Beep, beep.’

That’s the only sound surrounding the patient room. It could be annoying if someone keeps hearing repeatedly, but for you, it's an assurance that your fiance is still breathing. 

You held his hand closer to your face, hoping and praying the patient in a coma would open his eyes.

You wanted to cry your heart out, but your tears already dried. You pray that even though he's in a deep sleep, he’s fighting to wake up.

You should've known the mission was a set-up. While you were with the other team on the other side, the team leader, Colonel Rick Flag, your fiance, got shot through his heart. It's a miracle he still breathing.

You wish this is just an awful nightmare. 

While grieving, you could hear high heels echoing around the hallway and getting closer to the patient room. 

The new guest was staring at the patient. She’s wearing her usual outfit and her pearl necklace. 

“He didn't deserve this."

You lifted your head and turned around. In the shadow, she appears like the angel of death, Amanda Waller. 

But she didn’t come here to see your fiance. She came here for you because she knew the mastermind of this chaos.

Even in this situation, you couldn't read her face. Is she mad because her team died, or is she mad because the mission failed that got her fired?

You put down Rick's hand and approached your boss. You grabbed and clenched Amanda's collar then pushed her to the wall. “You gave the mission. We almost died because of the false information you got.”

Once again, the mission Amanda gave to the team was to clean off the government secret. 

You and Rick's teams were separated when they arrived at the enemy base. Your team lost consciousness because of the hidden bomb, but Rick lost half of the team members. After three days, you woke up and learned from the doctor that Rick got it worse.

They said it’s a small chance if he ever wakes up. 

Amanda looked at you and said, “That’s why I want revenge, just like you. I became a laughing stock." 

You released your hand grip and stepped away from Amanda. “Who are they?”

Amanda fixed her collar. “They are experts at making chaos. Hansen Security.”

"What did you say?" Your body froze when you heard that name again. 

"It was your ex who created this mess." You could feel Amanda's eyes judging her. You couldn’t hide any secret from her. She knew the past you had left behind.

The biggest mistake you have made in life is knowing Lloyd Hansen. 

Amanda, grab your hand and give you a gun. "Get rid of him."

Your hands tremble when the gun touches your hand. You have erased him from your heart and now have to erase him from this world. 

At an unknown location. 

A man is looking at the big French Window inside an old mansion. He stared at the woman who he’s been waiting for. He doesn’t even mind an explosive sound from the gun surrounding the place. 

“Sir, she’s on the first floor.” One of the mercenaries, who looked like his face had just got beaten up, was breathless from running to tell his boss. 

His boss's face filled with smiles, and he stopped at the mirror to fix his hair and outfit. “Don’t let anyone hurt her.”

“Yes, sir.”

After his subordinate left, he looked at the watch, counting every second because he was getting impatient. 

“Lloyd !!!” A scream came from behind the door, and she opened it by kicking the door. 

He opened his arms and said, “Y/N, I miss you.” 

You clenched your fist and threw an object toward him. He ducked and grabbed the bloody glasses you threw. He was silent for a while. 

That’s what you were looking for, despair. You want to know how it felt like losing a best friend. 

You thought he would get mad, but instead, he was laughing. 

‘What the fuck!’

You pulled out a gun and placed it on Lloyd's forehead. “What did we ever do to you? Tell me!!! 

Lloyd put his hand to your gun; you thought he would shove it away instead; he pressed to his forehead, “Do it, Y/N, kill me. I would rather die than seeing you with someone else.”

You gasped when he said that. What kind of nonsense is he talking about?

Three years ago, when your world was all about him, he didn’t even notice you. But now, after you meet someone else who respects and appreciates you, he won’t let you be happy. 

You clenched your teeth while staring at him with bloody eyes. “Crazy bastard.” 

“But if you killed me…” His one hand held her waist while the other rubbed her stomach. “Who’s going to be your husband and become the father figure of your child?”

Your breath hitched, only stared at Lloyd, thinking he had lost his mind. 

Lloyd giggled for a bit. “Oh honey, you didn’t know? I read the blood test when you were unconscious for three days.” He shook his head. “That was on me. They didn’t tell me you were on the team.” 

You gasped and stepped back from him. No wonder why the doctor told you not to take another dangerous mission and to take care of your body. That means inside you, there’s a child with you and Rick. 

You didn’t notice there was a hidden door behind you. A group of men dragged you to the chair and tied your arm to the armrest. Suddenly you felt a sting on your neck. Someone gave you an injection. 

“Lloyd, what the fuck?!”

He was crossing his arms and tapping his fingers. “Relax, it will help you relax in 10 minutes. While waiting, we will have a conversation.”

Lloyd pulled another chair to sit in front of you. He leaned closer to you and touched your hand. “I will never hurt you and….” His hand gently rubbed your stomach again. Your body trembled because you felt disgusted, but it was nothing compared to what he said next.

“Our child.”

You snapped back at him, “Enough with your jokes Lloyd.” 

He shook his head. “I’m not joking. This child will need a father figure since there’s no chance his father will ever wake up.”

Your lips quiver, and your vision gets blurry because of the tears you have holding back. “What do you want? You have taken everything I had.”

“That’s what I was aiming for.” Lloyd holds your chin. “I want to get rid of everything that is related to you, that loser and start a new beginning with me.”

You felt throbbing veins in your neck, wanting to burst out. “It’s impossible.” 

“I would say the same three years ago, but now it is different. After I woke up from my deathbed, I realized the only thing that matters is you. The image of us and our future kids at our suburban house.”

As he said, if he had said these words three years ago, you would believe it. But now you were hoping this was just a bad nightmare. 

You can’t believe your old self loves this man and would give anything to get his attention. 

When you have started a new chapter, he wanted you back?

You spitted at his feet. “Fuck you Lloyd.”

“No, mama, it's not good to curse our baby.”

You gritted your teeth. “This child is not even yours.”

“Oh I will. Since the real father presumably died without the machine support.”

“What?”

“With just one call I could hold a funeral for your fiance tomorrow.”

“You…”

“Shhh…shhh…” He rested his pointed finger on your lips. “To apologize, I won’t turn off the machine that supports him.”

His offer doesn't make you feel relieved.

“You could walk away from here. But who’s going to pay the bills for Rick, since the President gave a direct order to close the agencies?”

Another reveal from his lips, it turns out Amanda picked the wrong guy.

“If you were looking for someone to blame, blame him. The order was from him to get rid of Waller's team. He hates her because she tried to get him under her feet.”

“Amanda…”

“While you are here, she’s running away.”

That bitch, you thought. Now she's saving herself and leaving you alone. What can you do? You have no backup anymore. And your lunatic ex-boyfriend is holding the life of your fiance. 

You want to scream and kick your feet to free yourself from this nightmare. But you start to get sleepy because the effect of the drug from the injection has worked. Your head is getting heavier and moving left and right. 

Lloyd shushed you again; he knew the drug had taken effect. He released you from the chair and brought you into his arms. He looked at your side face and smiled. "Welcome home Y/N."

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rick flag idea - need your opinions!!

hey guys!!

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

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

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

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

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

[lacontroller1991]

KWF Day 3: Rick Flag x F!Reader

Main Master List KWF Master List

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Lead up to smut, explicit dialogue, language

Word Count: 581

Day 3: Sweat / Gun to Temple / Thick as Thieves

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With each grunt you release, the more Rick loses his concentration. He typically doesn’t mind sharing the gym with people, in fact he prefers it, but not when it’s you. He doesn’t have an issue with you, in fact it’s the opposite and he’s so desperately in love with you, but you don’t know it. In either case, the groans you release has Rick hardening underneath his sweats and painfully. 

“(Y/N)! Can you stop that?” Rick asks from across the room as you set your weight down, your chest heaving with each intake of oxygen as sweat drips down your chest and between your boobs and despite Rick being feet away, it’s almost like he can see the bead of sweat disappear between your breasts.

You prop your hands on your hips as you walk toward him, subconsciously eyeing the tall soldier up and down. “Why Rick? Am I distracting you?” You stop the minute your chest touches his as he looks down, blush blooming across his cheeks as you smirk. You caught him. “I am. Aren’t I? Little ole me distracting the Colonel,” Rick visibly gulps as you trace a nail along his sweaty arm, sending goosebumps down his spine. “Don’t think I haven’t seen the way you look at me, like I’m some piece of raw meat,” Rick shakes his head as you stretch yourself up, using his frame to steady yourself while your lips brush the outside of his ear. “Then what is it, Colonel?”

“I, I-,” he hangs his head, his cock throbbing, especially while your hands are on his body. “I like you is all,” he comments as you rub your body against his frame, intentionally adding pressure to his aching member. 

“What do you want to do about it?” Rick’s hazel eyes darken slightly as he watches the way the sweat drips down your body. Noticing his fixation, you smirk and pull your shirt over your head, exposing your glistening body. “Is this what you’re looking at?”

Something inside Rick snaps. He does not want to be the sub in this situation, he wants you to be begging for him. “What are you comfortable with?”

“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” your hands fiddle with the hem of his shirt as his hands find a way to your hips.

“What makes you think you’re in charge sweetheart?” He dips his head to your neck, running his nose along your pulse point, a mix of your sweat and pheromones invading his senses. “I’ve been wanting you for a while now. If you’ll have me.” You guide his face to yours, his breath mixing with yours. 

“Honestly?” Your lips brush against his, neither of you making the move to connect yourselves together. “I’ll have you anyway you give me.” He closes the gap between your bodies, pulling you into him as his lips capture yours, tongues fighting for dominance until he pulls away and rests his damp forehead against yours. 

“What if I give you everything?” You break out into a smile, your hands finding a way into his hair and tug at the strands, nudging his nose with yours. 

“I think I’d like that.” With no further comment, Rick hoists you up in his arms as you wrap your legs around his waist, his erection pressing into your butt as he reattaches his lips to yours, carrying you to the back room.

“Good, because now that I got you, I have no intention of letting you go.” 

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