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Bedtimes Stories pt.2

Digger Harkness x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2046 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Your encounter with Digger not really going to plan

Part One

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“You really wanna be alone with me, don’t ya darlin?” Digger grinned, once the guard was gone, leaning up against the bar.

You should have known sending the guard off straight away was going to give the man in front of you the wrong impression, but you didn’t care about that right now.

All you really cared about was making sure that he got the message, and that he stopped causing problems for the guards and other inmates.

Maybe then, you’d be able to get back to your sabbatical that you’d been waiting six years for.

“I really want you to behave yourself” you countered, not surprised that the man didn’t waste any time getting to what you knew was coming. At this point, it was almost comical how well you could read him.

It was just about what you’d been expecting but still you couldn’t help but scoff at the implication.

Not that something like that was enough to stop him.

Digger had always been convinced you had feelings for him, like Harley had with the Joker, and that you just didn’t realize it yet. Besides, from where he was sitting, there was no reason for you to not be together.

There was clearly a connection between the two of you and now that you were back, and he knew for sure that he didn’t have anything to actually worry about, there was even less reason to avoid that.

“Come on, you know you missed me” he hummed, both large arms bracing his side of the door above him as he got as close to the small window separating you as he could, reminding you of just how big he was.

Actually, if you stopped to think about it, you wondered if maybe he’d gotten even larger since you’d been gone.

It was likely, considering the fact that he didn’t have anything to do in his cell other than scream and do push ups.

“You know what Digger? That’s right, I just couldn’t stay away” you teased, your delivery as dry and sarcastic as humanly possible.

Sure, it may not have been the most professional approach, but you knew how to get results from the man in front of you.

You were the only psychiatrist he’d see at Belle Reve, and you’d gotten really good at communicating with him, even though he was out of his mind.

The soft spot he had for you was why it worked.

He liked you and in all honesty, you cared about him too. You just wanted him to be as healthy and content as possible for the rest of his stay in this place. He didn’t deserve to be miserable for the rest of his life.

As odd as it may have seemed, you knew what you were doing.

Digger was a flirt and to get what you wanted, you had to be too.

“See? I missed this” he laughed, the sort of deep, throaty chuckle that came from his belly. In his mind, this was little more than the little dance you two had been doing around one another, like dating.

Though, it wasn’t.

You knew it.

If he wasn’t so delusional, he would have seen it too.

It would be a lie to say that you hadn't thought about it, how handsome he was, and how drawn to one another you seemed to be. Perhaps it's another life, you could have been something, if he wasn’t what he was.

A criminal.

Unfortunately for him, three life sentences was hardly where you liked to begin your romantic relationships.

“You know the drill, back against the wall” you suggested, waiting until he complied before unlocking his cell door and letting yourself in.

Usually, you had these sessions in your office, but not while he was in solitary.

For those special cases, you had to make house calls.

Digger did as you asked, not even bothering to move until he heard the cell door close behind you, consequently locking you in with him. By all accounts, it was a terrible idea, but you weren’t worried.

You both knew you weren't in any real danger here.

Not only were you confident that Digger wouldn’t lay a hand on you anyway, but if he did, they would put him down before he even made it out of this wing.

The only way he got what he wanted was if he went through you, the right way.

“Hands” you hummed, holding up a single handcuff on the edge of the bed which you used to secure the man to his place once he complied, his hand only gingerly grazing your wrist before it locked.

Of course, the action and the cuffs earned a childish joke from the male, which you decided to ignore in favor of the actual reason for your visit.

After all, you weren’t here to get hit on, you were here to do your job.

“The guards told me that you aren’t eating? What’s going on?” you asked, using your therapy voice without even meaning to, sitting down on the chair opposite him.

You couldn’t imagine Digger ever being the kind to skip a meal, and when you heard that he wasn’t accepting his dinner, you got a little worried.

It wasn’t like him and even if no one else in this place cared about what happened to him, you weren’t interested in letting him starve to death.

One thing was for sure, whatever it was he thought he was doing, he couldn’t keep it up forever.

It would be much better if he’d just let you help him get whatever issue resolved so that he could go back to how it was before Amanda Waller decided to use him as some kind of social experiment.

However, if attention was what he was looking for, he’d gotten it. You wouldn’t be here if he didn’t do what he did, that was for sure.

“Don’t feel like it” he shrugged, not even bothering to hide his displeasure at having moved on to business already.

After all this time, this was what you wanted to talk about?

You hadn’t seen him in weeks.

“I don’t think that’s it” you interjected, sure that there was more to it than this. Digger may have been a little out there, but he definitely wasn’t the kind of person to pull something like that because he didn’t feel like it.

It wasn’t in his nature.

“What is it then, sweetface?” he asked, leaning forward just enough to prop his elbows on his knees, looking at you with that look on his face that he always wore when he looked at you. He really was having a great time with this.

...and of course he was, in coming here, you had given him just what he wanted.

“ Personally, I think you’re pouting cause you’re back in here” you allowed, leaning up against the wall with a smirk of your own playing on your lips.

This wasn’t your first day on the job, and it certainly wasn’t your first day dealing with Digger.

He didn’t do anything for nothing and while the rest of the guards and authorities in this place might have seen him as nothing more than an erratic nutcase, you knew the truth.

Digger was clever, and knew exactly what he was doing.

Plus, you had a pretty good idea of what he was after when you came in here, and nothing he said or did was going to surprise you. Still, you knowing the truth didn’t do anything if he couldn’t come to terms with it himself.

It wasn’t like you could just let him out of here, so he’d have to compromise on some things.

“Look around sweetness, can you blame me?” he countered, gesturing gingerly to the concrete walls of his cell, which were hardly homey.

The warmest it had been in all the time he’d been here was right now, with you here.

Normally, it was bleak and miserable.

“I told her I wasn’t gonna do it unless they let me out. I feel like a caged animal” he sighed, striking you with the raw emotion there, which was the first thing you’d ever heard from him that you fully believed.

There was normally a confident delusion in his voice, sure that he was right and everyone else was wrong, but you stopped when he said that.

There was a vulnerable quality to it, something you hadn’t been expecting.

In his mind, it was the truth.

In agreeing to what Waller and the rest of the suits had told him, Digger thought he was buying his freedom. As diluted as it was, you could only imagine how hard it was to be locked back up.

“I understand that, but you have to know starving isn’t going to get them to let you out” you tried, sure that he was thinking if he made himself sick enough, they would have no choice but to let him be free.

Little did he know, they would sooner let him waste away in here than do that.

He sighed, considering that for a second before he chuckled again.

It was kind of impressive how well you knew him, and you didn’t even need a degree to do so.

“No, but I got to see you, so it got me something” he grinned, turning on the charm again just as quickly as he’d shut it off. That was one thing that was as easy as breathing for him, which you should have seen coming.

Digger was easy to read, if you were paying attention.

Though, it wasn't until now that you realized what this was really about. It was never about getting out at all, this was about you.

That was why he’d started acting out so much more, and why he asked for you specifically.

In fact, now that you realized it, it was hard to ignore the glaring truth about this whole thing. Perhaps you didn’t know him as well as you thought.

“I was only going to be gone for a month, then I’d be back for our weekly sessions” you reminded, an almost accusatory edge to your words. It had been a few weeks, and after a few more, you’d be back.

Was that really too long for him to wait?

Evidently it was.

“You figured me out, huh?” he shrugged, finding it a little hard not to be proud of himself. It worked, after all, because you were here, just the two of you for however long you stayed.

It was like heaven considering how he’d been living lately.

As it would turn out, getting to see you was the only other thing he could think about, other than getting out all this time.

He really did miss you since you’d left, out of the blue, adn the longer you were gone, the worse it got.

By this point, he was starting to worry that you were never coming back at all, which was why it was so bad.

It was too much for him to handle.

“Did you ever consider that being less of a pain in the ass would get you what you want?” You questioned, hoping that would somehow shake something loose in his head. Though you knew that you wouldn’t be so lucky.

Digger was who Digger was and nothing was going to stop him in his ways now, especially when it kept working for him.

“If I did that, you’d stop coming to see me” he grinned, a wink following shortly after.

He was being cocky again, just as he always was, but deep down, he was sort of nervous you wouldn’t come back. For some reason, there was something about this visit that felt different than all the others.

Like something had changed.

“You’re going to have to eat. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll come back to say goodbye before the end of the day” you hummed, matching his earlier action and winking before turning away.

It was all you could do for now, but you knew that this wasn’t the last time you’d be in here.

If Digger got his way, you’d be back in your office by the end of the week.  

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Dreamin'

Digger Harkness (Captain Boomerang) x plus size reader

Summary: In his cell, Digger fantasizes about the reader.

Warnings: cursing and smut (NSFW)

a/n: I may write more Captain Boomerang stuff in the future ;p

Digger laid in his bunk hand creeping down to the front of his boxers. He imagined soft skin, desperate moans, and his hands on that big round ass.

His cock twitched in his hand in response.

Wetness dripping down those thick thighs, tits jiggling, and obscene words coming from that pretty little mouth. An image flashed through his mind of those lips wrapped around his cock and slowly taking all of him in, down to the base.

He hissed, as his hand steadily worked up and down the shaft.

Fuck, he would bet all of the gold teeth in his mouth, that you would give the best blowjob. Your tongue would lick around the tip at first then hungrily suck on it, bobbing your head up and down without pause.

Then he’d finish in your mouth and like a good girl you’d swallow every drop.

Damn, he almost came already.

By chance, Digger had seen a picture of you on the cover of a catalog in the mailroom at Belle Reve. Apparently, you were an upcoming plus-size model. He stared long and hard at your image, you were absolutely beautiful.

You were his ideal woman in every way, body with luscious curves with plenty of flesh for his large hands and tongue to explore. Plus you had a beautiful and innocent face that made him just want to dirty it up with his cum.

He managed to snag the catalog, and to his delight, there were more photos of you modeling a variety of outfits, including one with you in lace panties and a matching strapless bra.

He also discovered your name, printed in small text at the bottom of the cover, ‘y/n l/n.’ A beautiful name for a beautiful Sheila.

“Y/n,” he muttered to himself. He loved saying your name. But still, he would probably give you several little pet names too like darlin’, baby girl, kitten, and sweetness.

Sadly, pictures gave no indication of what your voice sounds like, but he was convinced that however, you said his name, that it would be music to his ears. You’d probably purr his name seductively, wearing sexy lingerie, and a cute little pout as you begged for him to come and take care of you.

God, If he could just be alone with you for a night, hell even for an hour, he’d fuck you sore.

His hands would roam your body, his thumbs flicking over your erect nipples and his palms massaging each of your breasts. He’d cover the nape of your neck and the middle of your chest with little red bite marks and hickeys.

His hands would move down the sides of your waist, while his kissed his way down your tender tummy.

Laying on your back, his beard would tickle the inside of your thighs.

Digger would make sure he was loud, growling and slurping as he licked and sucked on your clit and his fingers pumped in and out of your cunt.

Your walls would clench hard around his fingers as you came. Your toes would curl and your body would go stiff. You’d scream his name as you orgasmed. Using his tongue he’d lap up your mess.

Once he knew that you were ready, he would take you from behind with you on all fours, ass in the air. His fingers would clutch tightly around your hips as he’d ram his cock into your tight wet pussy.

You’d cry out in ecstasy, feeling each thrust in and out of your tight cunt. His thick cock would stretch and fill you like never before.

Digger would grab a fist full of your hair yanking it hard as his thrusts would become more erratic.

Feeling your vaginal walls tightening around his cock, he would order you to cum again in a demanding voice.

“Cum for me! Cum for me, baby girl!” he’d command you. Then give your ass a hard smack, leaving a big red handprint.

And at the very last moment, he would flip you over and cum all over your soft tits and stomach. Digger wanted nothing more than to mark you as his own.

Fuck, not only did his love the idea of cumming on you, but he also wanted to cum inside of you just to watch his cum leak out of your cunt.

Images of you in other positions, begging for him to fuck you, continued to play in his mind.

His hand gripped his cock harder, as it moved up and down, faster and faster. Alone in his dark cell, Digger grunted loudly as he came, covering the inside of his boxers and the top of his hand with his semen.

Closing his eyes, he imagined your head resting against his chest, your fingers playing with his chest hair, your warm breath hitting his skin as you slowly started to fall asleep. His arm would wrap around your back protectively, as he lovingly placed a kiss on top of your head.

Digger vowed that when he finally makes his escape from Belle Reve, that he will find you and try his damnedest to make this fantasy into reality.

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Masterlist (will update)

I mainly write for the suicide squad so here's all of the shit i've written so far so you don't have to find it in my tags, and if there's anything you want me to write for any characters (within reason lmao) then be sure to drop a request!

New rule: I'll only write up to three characters per request :)

Another thing: Unless anything is specifically requested, I try to keep my description of the reader as vague as possible, this is so everyone can enjoy all the dumb shit I write lol

Rick Flag

Enemies to lovers

Shower smut (NSFW)

Putting up with the squad's bullshit

Rick x plus size reader (part one and two) (part one has some suggestive themes)

Reuniting after a dangerous mission

Rick being a father

Morning off with rick

Holiday troubles

With an adorably nice s/o

Getting back together with him

Slow dancing with rick

Cuddling with him

Laying low (suggestive)

Getting pegged (NSFW)

Comfort hcs

Bloodsport (Robert Dubois)

Bloodsport and Ratcatcher 2 being an iconic duo

Getting back together with him

Leading the squad

Harley quinn (Harleen Quinzel)

Going on a shopping spree

Having a sleepover

Comfort hcs

Going out partying

Peacemaker (Christopher Smith)

Peacemaker x reader headcanons

Falling for a fellow teammate

First time sleeping with him

Slow dancing with Peacemaker

Meeting Peacemaker's father

Catching the bouquet

Celebrating new years

With an adorably nice s/o

Polka dot man (Abner Krill)

Getting the love he deserves

Abner being a father

Abner x plus size reader

Accidental hard-ons (suggestive)

Having his virus cured

Jealousy hcs

Cuddling with him

Comfort hcs

With a flirty s/o

Falling for a fellow teammate

Ratcatcher 2 (Cleo Cazo)

Bloodsport and Ratcatcher 2 being an iconic duo

Cleo x plus size reader

Going on a shopping spree

Cuddling with her

King shark (Nanaue)

Platonic headcanons

Having a sleepover

Trick or treating

Captain boomerang (Digger Harkness)

Fun at a bar (NSFW)

Jealousy hcs

Being a dumbass in love

Digger being a father

Catching the bouquet

Javelin (Gunter Braun)

Javelin x reader headcanons (SFW and NSFW)

Accidental hard-ons (suggestive)

Flirting on the job (suggestive)

Kicking ass during a date

Enemies to lovers

Comfort hcs

Slow dancing with Javelin

Enemies to lovers (continued)

Reuniting after a dangerous mission

Blackguard (Dick Hertz)

Blackguard x reader headcanons (SFW and NSFW)

Going out partying

Flirting on the job

Platonic headcanons

Dating a fellow teammate

Comfort hcs

Being a dumbass in love

Getting pegged (NSFW)

Vigilante (Adrian Chase)

Jealousy hcs

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Bedtime Stories

Digger Harkness x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2046 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Getting a call from Belle Reve for a reason you would never expect

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You sighed, entering the cold, clinical building again, not even bothering to address anything else other than what you’d come here for. 

Frankly, you weren’t happy about having to be here. 

While you agreed for the benefit of everyone involved, you were sure that if Amanda had only listened to you in the beginning, you wouldn’t be standing here right now. 

She had made the decision to avoid all of your professional advice, including him in her little circus anyway. 

It was wholly unprofessional.

If she had only listened to you at the start of this, none of you would be in this position, having to fret over some unruly inmate or horrific threat. 

You were on sabbatical.

After all the work you’d done at Belle Reve in the time you’d been there, you deserved a break. It was hard work that took a huge toll on someone after years and years of constant exposure, having to process the most psychologically damaged that society had to offer. 

As much as you enjoyed being a psychiatrist, it wasn’t the sort of career that was carefree and easy to do.It took a lot out of you, and some time off was sure to do you some good.

You had been working in Gotham City for years at this point, and you were really good at what you did. 

The least the city owed you was a few weeks off the clock, but of course, that was too much to ask. From the second you opened your eyes this morning, your vacation was already over. 

Your phone was buzzing on the side table by your bed, alerting you to the fact that Colonel Rick Flag was attempting to contact you. It wasn’t altogether strange, as you had spoken in the past, but it wasn’t commonplace either. 

You had only dealt with one another on a few occasions, in the deciding meetings and calls over the so-called Suicide Squad. 

In the early days of discussion and the decision making, they wanted to consult you to make sure it would be safe. 

Which, for the record, you knew that it wasn’t. 

The eclectic group of ‘bad guys’ Amanda Waller had decided on were impossible to control and unpredictable. There would be no way to make sure they wouldn’t go off the rails. 

Though, when it came down to it, there was nothing you could do to stop them even though it was obviously foolish. In the grand scheme of things, you were a shrink, and nothing more.

They didn’t have to listen to you. 

Not that they actually acted as if you were so low on their priorities list, as evidenced by your standing here now. 

“Flag? What is it?” you hummed, not bothering with formalities or meaningless pleasantries. You had always found those sorts of things to be pointless, especially in a place like this. 

Whatever it was he needed from you, it wasn’t small talk or to check in with you. 

Naturally you assumed something terrible had happened, and in Gotham City, that wasn’t too bad a bet to make. 

There was always something on fire. 

...And that wasn’t necessarily wrong today either. 

Flag hadn’t given you a ton of information on the phone before you arrived this morning, but you knew enough to make your guesses. 

What Waller had proposed was more or less releasing a ticking time bomb into the public and while it seemed to have gone off without a hitch at first, you were sure that this had something to do with it. 

It had to. 

The members of the ‘Suicide squad’ were the biggest thing to happen to Belle Reve since it opened, and if they needed to call you back from your break, it was surely about that. 

You weren’t an idiot, even if they sometimes acted as if you were. 

All you could do was hope that whatever it was, you would be able to go back to your nice relaxing leave before too long.

A few hours weren’t going to kill you. 

“Captain Boomerang is acting out, causing problems for the guards, and refuses to eat” he allowed, getting down to the purpose of this meeting just as quickly as you had, confirming what you already knew. 

If it was going to be any one of your patients, you weren’t shocked it was him. 

Digger Harkness had been a patient of yours since you began working here, one you explicitly advised Amanda Waller to avoid recruiting. You knew better than anyone that he didn’t play well with others. 

He was prone to violent outbursts, childish behavior and overall insubordination. All in all, she couldn't have picked a worse adjusted, combative individual. 

Unfortunately for you, you weren’t surprised he would be the one to pull you away from all your rest and relaxation. 

“As I’m sure you’re aware, that’s going to be a problem”  

You were painfully aware. 

While most of the other inmates involved in the foolish adventure Captain Waller manned had been cooperative about their reincarceration, there was nothing they could do to buy his silence. 

More than anything, he wanted his freedom and a coffee machine and some supervised visits wasn’t going to cut it. She’d given him a taste of freedom and you knew that he wasn’t going to adjust well to being back in a cell. 

Really, you didn’t know a single person that would. 

Of course he was acting out. 

What you were less sure of was why they thought you would be able to do anything about it. There was nothing you could say or do that was going to be any different whatever they had already tried. 

“And what do you want me to do? Read him bedtime stories? I seem to recall telling you all to leave him locked up” you huffed, sort of upset that he would ever suggest it. 

You didn’t want to clean up the mess they’d made when you had been telling them from day one that it was a bad idea. However, you knew no matter how much you argued, you’d be doing it anyway. 

There wasn’t anyone else that Digger would listen to, even you understood that. 

“He’s been asking for you since they brought him back” Flag shrugged, not interested in anything more than getting the rest of the higher ups off his back. They had sort of put him in charge of this after everything. 

He treated the inmates as equals, and in general, they acted better under his watchful eye. 

With the ever growing exception of Digger, who Flag still referred to as ‘Captain Boomerang’ something you couldn’t have been more tired of. Something like that would only further feed into his delusions of how important and grand he was. 

Besides, it was incredibly immature. 

“Fine, I’ll talk to him, but no guards. If there are guards, he won’t even talk to me” you suggested, knowing that he wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you. 

No matter how desperate Digger was, you both understood that he’d have no chance of getting out in this lifetime if he killed you. So, it was a safe bet that if they wanted any kind of result, they had to do what you said. 

If they had any other options, they wouldn’t have called you out of your much deserved vacation. Clearly, You were their only hope if they wanted him to stop being such a huge pain in the ass.

“No guards, if you’re sure?” Flag agreed finally, hoping that you would be able to do something about him. 

The man in front of you was already on the verge of putting a bullet through the former’s skull, which wouldn't look good for him. Even if it would be easier than having to listen to him. 

If only it would be as easy for you as just having to decide on whether or not you needed guards. 

Dealing with Digger was never that simple. 

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The sound was practically deafening as you approached his cell, that constant yelling and cackling you could have done without hearing today. 

He’d gotten bad. 

In the time since you’d last seen him, he was going downhill, no doubt brought on by the small taste of freedom he’d been granted at the hands of Agent Waller. She had given him just enough for him to spiral. 

Which meant that this visit was going to be even more unpredictable than normal. 

“You know you can’t keep me locked up here forever, eventually, I’m gonna get out!” he rambled on, throwing out as many empty threats as he could, as soon as he could think them up. 

It wasn’t like he had anything to lose. 

Though, constantly threatening to break out of a maximum security prison wasn’t necessarily the healthiest coping mechanism he could have chosen.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that” you called, just far enough away from the small slat in the cell door for him to see who it was who’d come to see him, not that he had to see your face to know. 

Digger would have recognized that voice anywhere. 

He hadn’t had the privilege of seeing too many people since his incarceration, and he certainly wasn’t going to forget a face as pretty as yours.

“I didn’t know you were coming to see me today, sweetface” he countered, immediately changing his approach now that he knew you weren’t just some nameless guard coming to spit insults at him. 

That was normally what they did in response to his tantrums. Though, if that was what brought you here, he definitely didn’t regret being such a royal prick about it. 

He’d missed you. 

He hadn’t been expecting a visitor, as Flag assumed this would be handled better as a surprise, but he knew it was you nonetheless. 

You were his favorite shrink, if nothing else, something Digger told you frequently on your weekly visits. It was a pleasant surprise, even just getting to hear you. 

“You didn’t give the guards much choice. Flag here was gonna have you hosed down until you stopped your yammering” you sighed, finally closing the space between where you were standing and his cell door. 

You could only imagine how tired both Flagg and the guards were of the Aussie’s mindless small talk and babbling. 

“Hello Digger” you greeted, looking between him and the armed guard at your side, still heavily debating this whole thing. 

Looking him in the face was different from speaking to him from across the room, where he couldn’t see you. Now, there was no telling how much further he would push this. 

You knew how much Digger liked to flirt with you, tossing compliments and remarks at you like he wasn’t a noted criminal. Every week, he always had some other romantic and likely vulgar thing to tell you.

It was hardly appropriate, given your standing, but it wasn’t as if it could be avoided, especially now. 

You hadn’t seen him in months, and there was no telling what sort of state he was in. 

Though, you knew that If you wanted results, he responded much better to honey than vinegar. 

“There she is. How’re you doing beautiful?” he cooed, once he got a good look at you through the bars of his cell. You looked just as stunning as you had last time he’d seen you, if not better.

Clearly, even the few days you’d gotten away had done you good. 

You ignored him for a moment, turning your attention back to the guard. Whatever it was they thought you’d be able to do to convince Duggar to stop being insufferable, you knew he wasn’t going to talk to you with a guard around. 

It just wasn’t his style. 

“You can go ahead and take a break. I’ll call if I need anything” you decided, you knew Digger well enough to know you weren’t going to get anywhere with the guards supervision. 

This was just going to go much smoother if you didn’t have to worry about anyone else being involved. 

The man looked unsure for a moment before nodding, deciding that ultimately it wasn't his job to babysit you and whatever happened, it wasn’t his problem either.