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kennysmomstan-blog · 5 years

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I Wanna Hear You Beg - Shane/Rick

Summary: Set in the second season. Rick has been treating Shane differently after he found out about him and Lori. Shane tries drinking his troubles away and happens upon his best friend while he’s drunk and horny.

Chapter: 1/? if anyone likes this I’ll see about posting another chapter

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, sub/dom vibes, light choking, basically just filthy smut. don’t @ me xD

Shane sat in his tent at the farm, guzzling whiskey and thinking about how things had gotten so fucked up. He’d tried so hard to get Rick out of that hospital, but he wouldn’t move and he couldn’t carry him, not to mention all the wires he was hooked up to. The military had come in and he’d barely had time to get out of there himself. He’d felt so guilty about it, that he figured the best thing he could do for Rick would be to take care of his family. When Lori had first started to sneak into his tent at night, he told himself, he was just going to be there for her as a friend. Rick would have wanted that. When she started coming onto him, he’d thought about putting a stop to it, but in some sick way, being with Lori was as close as he would ever get to being with his best friend again.

But then, Rick had come back, and Lori had told him they’d been sleeping together and now he was looking at him differently. Rick had started taking Daryl on runs instead of him, and going to Dale to talk about security breeches, all because he thought he was in love with Lori. Shane couldn’t bring himself to tell him he was wrong. It had been Rick all along. He finished off his bottle, tossing it into the corner of his tent, and stumbling outside to smoke a cigarette. He figured he’d do a brief check of the grounds, because he had a bad feeling about this place, heading down to the barns and almost running head first into his best friend. “Sorry.” He mumbled, taking a long drag of his cigarette.

“S’okay.” Rick mumbled, making a face when he saw the cigarette in Shane’s hand. He’d never approved of his habits, but he’d venture to bet he wasn’t going to live long enough to die from lung cancer so why should it matter? “You smell like a brewery.”

Shane smirked at that. Even now, he could tell Rick was being cautious around him and it fucking hurt. “You running patrol with your new pal?” He asked him, aware of how sulky his voice sounded, but he was bordering drunk enough that he wouldn’t remember this in the morning, so he couldn’t be bothered enough to care.

Rick practically rolled his eyes at Shane’s tone, leaning against the barn, his hands on his hips. “What the hell are you talking about, Shane?,” he asked, remembering how Shane only did two things when he was drunk: fucked or fought, and it seemed that tonight he was in the mood for the latter. “Think you’ve had too much to drink.”

“Don’t act like I ain’t noticed you askin Daryl to go on every run with you.” Shane spat back, stubbing his cigarette out underneath his boot and reaching for another, just to piss Rick off. He was fully aware he sounded like a child, but he didn’t care.

“Just figured I’d give you and Lori some alone time,” Rick spat back, and he practically winced at his own words. “Look, he’s good. He can track and he’s quiet. That’s all I can ask for,” he muttered, moving to go around Shane and finish his perimeter walk.

He wasn’t sure which part of what Rick had said hurt him more, but he knew he wasn’t going to let him walk away from him after saying shit like that. He slammed his fist into the side of the barn and grabbed Rick’s arm, swinging him back around to face him. “We thought you were dead.” He said angrily, wanting to tell Rick that it was Lori who had started it, but somehow it didn’t feel like the right thing to do to pass the buck to his wife.

Rick swung around wildly, pulling out of Shane’s grip. “That’s mighty considerate of you, Shane. How long did you wait? A week? Two weeks? Was I lucky enough that you waited a month?!,” he snapped at him, breathing heavily as he stared at him.

“It wasn’t like that!” Shane yelled back at him, puffing out his chest and shouldering up to his old partner. He hated talking about his feelings, especially when he was drunk, he’d rather just throw a few punches, say some mean shit and get over it the next day like usual, but Rick wasn’t that kinda guy. When he felt him turning to walk away once more, he grabbed him again, this time by the throat, and pushed him up against the wall. “Don’t fuckin walk away from me.” He snarled in his best friend’s face, close enough that he could feel his cool breath against his face.

Rick let out a noise like all the breath was knocked out of him, glaring at Shane with defiant eyes. “Or what?,” he growled, twisting slightly in his grasp. His cock twitched slightly, and Rick tried not to think about all the times he’d imagined a scenario similar to this one, Shane pinning him to the wall.

Shane’s brain was working at about half speed with all the liquor that he’d consumed, but there was one of two ways this could go down. He could punch Rick, hard, right in the face, which wouldn’t be the first time. He had always been a huge fucking mess when he was drunk, especially in high school. Or, he could stop acting like a scared little bitch and show Rick exactly why he was so upset that he’d been ignoring him. He tightened his hand around his friend’s throat, fully intending to go the first route, when he saw something in Rick’s eyes that almost seemed like he wanted him to kiss him. At the last second, he crashed his lips into Rick’s, his hand moving from his neck up to his face to hold him in place as he kissed him, hot and sloppy and passionately.

Rick froze for a second, his brain not comprehending what was happening. He had fully expected Shane to deck him, so when instead he felt lips against his own, he had to blink a few times. Fuck it, he thought to himself, kissing him back, his hands going to Shane’s face as he kept him there, roughing licking his way into his mouth.

Shane was honestly a little surprised when he felt Rick's tongue against his lips. He'd expected him to punch him or at least push him off, he was married to Lori after all, but when he didn't a mix of emotions crossed Shane. First relief, then elation, and finally hunger as he pressed Rick up against the wall, covering every inch of his body with his own and pulling him into a filthy kiss, completely uncaring that they were in a public space where anyone could walk by and see them.

“Fuck, Shane,” he gasped, his fingers tangling into Shane’s curls, keeping him pressed hotly to his mouth. He rocked his hips forward, allowing himself to just enjoy these few moments of pleasure, the way their bodies fit together and not worry about the consequences of these actions.

The way Rick moaned out his name had his cock hard in 2 seconds flat and all he could think about was getting inside his best friend and fucking him until he came all over the wall while he was moaning his name. If he was sober, he wasn’t sure if he’d have the balls to make that happen, but as it was, he pulled back long enough to undo Rick’s pants, pushing them down to his knees and flipping him around so his front was pressed up against the rough, wooden wall. His left hand splayed between his shoulder blades, keeping him in place, the other bringing two fingers up to Rick’s mouth. “Suck.” He growled into his ear, leaving a biting kiss in the skin of his neck just below.

Rick’s cock was already hard and leaking, trapped between his stomach and the wall. He whimpered when Shane commanded him, eagerly opening his mouth and beginning to suck on his best friend’s fingers, swirling his tongue around the digits and taking them as deep as he could into his mouth, trying to put on a bit of a show for him.

Shane watched as Rick sucked on his fingers like he was a 20 something twink in a porno and he let out a growl from deep in his chest, pulling his fingers out of his mouth and circling them around the tight ring of muscle at his entrance. “How long have you wanted me to fuck you?” He whispered into Rick’s ear, voice low and gravelly.

Rick knew he should lie. He knew he should walk away right now, but instead he found himself arching his back and practically whimpering when Shane teased his entrance. “Since the first day of Academy,” he told him truthfully, cock twitching slightly against the wall as he remember a younger Shane coming out from the showers, wearing just a towel.

Shane smirked at that, pressing his middle finger inside of Rick slowly and biting down on his shoulder, wanting to mark him up, but he didn't want to scare Rick away just yet. Maybe he'd wait until he was actually inside of him. "Yeah?" He asked as he pushed the digit deeper into him, angling it and trying to find the little bundle of nerves that would make him jerk underneath him. "Me too." He admitted, kissing back up the side of his neck to his ear so he could nibble at his earlobe. "I'd lay awake and think about what you'd sound like while I was fucking you into your mattress." Shane growled out, slipping his second finger inside of him.

Rick let out a chorus of sinful moans, gasping and rocking back on his finger when he felt Shane hit that spot inside of him, his whole body erupting into goosebumps. “Fuck. Always wanted to feel you, to know what it would be like to have your cock inside me,” he panted, turning to let Shane kiss along his neck, encouraging him to be a little rougher as he fucked him with his fingers.

The smirk on Shane's lips grew wider the more debauched Rick sounded. He pulled his hand out of him and spit on his third finger, trying to add a little more lube before he lined them up and pushed them inside of him. "Why didn't you ever ask, darlin?" He purred into his skin, his voice turning sickly sweet as he started to finger him harder and faster, aiming for that spot every time. "I'da been more than happy to oblige."

“Oh, fuck,” Rick cried out, his voice going up an octave as Shane fingered him harder and harder, his fingers curling inside of him. “Didn’t think you’d want me.” He managed to get out, groaning as he clenched around the digits inside of him, rocking his hips back and whining when his own hard cock slid against the wall.

“That’s ridiculous.” Shane chided him gently, watching as he moaned out for him, thinking that this had been better than he’d ever dreamt it could be. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered, pulling his fingers out of him again and letting up the hand that’d been holding him against the wall so he could get his own pants open just enough to pull his dripping cock out. “You ready for my cock, baby?” He asked him, his voice getting rougher and deeper as he stroked himself, spreading his precum down his length for lubricant.

Rick’s cheeks turned a soft shade of pink at Shane’s words, trying not to put too much thought into them. This was just a quick fuck for Shane, he was sure of it. “Please,” Rick whined, pushing his ass back against Shane, hole clenching when his fingers were removed. “I need it, need you,” he was babbling.

Rick's words were spurring Shane's ego and even though he'd been dying to fuck Rick for years now, he could wait a little longer just to hear him beg. He grabbed the side of his friend's face, pushing it against the wall and running his thumb along his bottom lip, pressing the tip of his cock up against Rick's entrance, teasing him. "I wanna hear you beg for my cock, you little slut." He growled, pushing his hips into Rick's and applying enough pressure that he pushed the tip in just barely before pulling it right back out.

Rick was whimpering and writhing like a whore, practically having tears in his eyes at the thought of being so close to have Shane’s cock, just to have it taken away again. “Please. Give me your cock, Shane.” He groaned, trying to rock his hips back against him. “I need your cock so fucking bad, please, wanna feel you inside me, want you to fuck me.” He whimpered obscenely.

"My good boy." Shane purred, not wasting any time as he thrusted up into Rick, cursing when his cock was immersed in Rick's tight, wet heat. "Fuck, baby. You're so tight." He moaned out, watching his face carefully, wanting to see exactly what he looked like when he was filled up.

Rick just gasped when he was filled so suddenly, leaning his head back so it was resting on Shane’s shoulder. He just whimpered, clenching experimentally around the cock inside of him before groaning. “Fuck me. Please.” He begged, rolling his hips to try and give his poor neglected cock some attention.

Shane moved his hand from Rick's face up to his throat, tightening it a little as he began to fuck him, placing his free hand on the wall beside them to brace himself. "God, you're so fuckin' pretty when you beg, sweetheart." He told him, his voice strained with the effort it was taking to fuck his best friend, trying not to think about all the time they wasted when they could have been doing this.

Jesus, Shane’s words were going straight to his cock. It was leaking steadily, smearing precome across his stomach as he rocked his hips slowly, not bothering to try and keep speed with Shane’s thrusts. He grunted slightly at the pressure on his throat, biting down on his bottom lip as he screwed his eyes shut, focusing on the pleasure that came with each thrust.

"Don't get shy on me now, darlin." Shane smirked, turning Rick's head so he was looking at him over his shoulder. "Tell me how my cock feels inside of you." He demanded, biting at his earlobe and moving down to leave a sloppy hickey just beneath his ear, tasting the salty sweat that had dripped down his neck from the Georgia heat.

“Feels so fucking good,” he whined, gasping when Shane sucked hard at his neck. “God, m’so fucking full, you’re so fucking big,” he was panting now, trying to grab onto something, to no avail, so he just pressed his palms against the concrete, allowing himself to get fucked into next week.

Shane tried to fuck Rick harder, but he didn't have the right grip on him so he took a step back, pulling Rick with him and putting his free hand on his back. He pushed him down so that Rick was bent over, still bracing himself against the wall, both of Shane's hands going to Rick's hips, gripping them tight and using his grip to pull his hips back as he slammed into him. The sound of their skin slapping against eachother filled the silence in the air, along with both of their grunts in pleasure.

Rick arched his back and lifted his hips slightly, crying out at the new angle. Shane was so deep inside of him, hitting his prostate with every other thrust. “Fuck,” he moaned, reaching down to start stroking himself, clenching tightly around Shane’s cock as he did so. “I’m gonna cum soon.” He whimpered, mouth hanging open slightly.

Shane liked this new angle, but he also was craving Rick's lips on his. Not to mention, he wanted to be the one stroking that pretty cock when he came. He reached up to knock his hand away from his cock, his hand going right back to Rick's hip as he continued to fuck him as hard as he could. "Don't cum until I tell you you can." He ordered, leaning over Rick and trying to push his cock deeper into him, practically able to feel the strength leaving Rick's arms as they gave more and more with each stroke.

Rick honest to God whined when Shane moved his hand away and told him he couldn’t cum just yet. He just nodded his head, rocking back against Shane’s thrusts and trying to keep himself upright, hands against the wall. “Please,” he breathed out, not even sure what he was begging for at this point.

Shane fucked him for another couple minutes, waiting until he was on the edge himself before reaching down to take a handful of Rick's hair and dragging him back up so his back was pressed flush against his chest. He wrapped his free hand around his best friend's cock, starting to stroke it in time with his punishing thrusts, sliding the hand that was in his hair around to hold him up by his chest and pinching playfully at his nipples. "Cum for me, my sweet boy." Shane purred, kissing down his chin to his lips and pressing his tongue into his mouth.

The second the words left Shane’s mouth, Rick was cumming. His release painted the walls of the barn, covering Shane’s hand as well as he clenched impossibly hard around the cock inside of him. “Shane,” he sobbed against his lips, kissing him messily, wanting to feel his best friend come inside of him.

The way Rick clenched around his cock when he came mixed with the way he was practically sobbing his name sent Shane over the edge faster than he'd expected and he came with a grunt inside of Rick. His hips finally slowed as he pressed him back up against the wall, reaching up to grab Rick's face with the hand covered in his cum, pulling him into a sloppy, exhausted kiss and pulling back to slip one of his fingers into his best friend's mouth, watching with an almost sick fascination.

Rick was completely fucked out. He sucked lazily at the fingers in his mouth, swirling his tongue around them so he could clean them off completely. He reached back with one hand to grab at Shane’s hip, keeping him close. “Don’t pull out yet,” he whimpered, taking his fingers back into his mouth with a soft hum, eyes fluttering closed.

Shane could feel his length twitch with interest inside of Rick when he sucked on his fingers like that, imagining what those lips would look like wrapped around his cock. He followed instructions, though, staying seated deep inside of Rick's ass and starting to finger his mouth when the other man closed his eyes, watching them sliding in and out slowly and eventually pulling them out to catch his lips in a deep kiss, tasting Rick's cum on his tongue. "God, you're fucking perfect you know that? My good little slut." He hummed, reaching down to stroke Rick's spent cock a couple more times, wanting to feel him squirm against him.

Rick gasped against his lips, writhing under his touch and feeling his cock twitch slightly in Shane’s hand. “Fuck. All yours,” he muttered, too blissed out to care about the words he was saying. He pressed up against Shane, giving him a few more rounds of messy kisses, not wanting to pull away even to breathe. He just needed Shane.

Shane laughed bitterly, the harsh reality coming crashing back down when Rick said he was 'his'. He was about to open his mouth to debate that fact when he heard footsteps coming their way. He pulled out of Rick quickly, stuffing himself back into his pants and hissing for Rick to pull his pants up, barely turning the corner before they saw Dale heading their way. "Hey fellas. I heard some noise over here, so I thought I'd come check it out. Everythin okay?" He asked and Shane had never wanted to punch someone more in his life so he figured he'd let Rick take the lead on this one.

Rick visibly winced when Shane pulled out of him so quickly, but he pulled his pants up nonetheless, thankful he was clothed when they saw Dale. “Yeah, Dale. We’re fine. Just doin’ a perimeter check.” He chuckled softly, hoping that was a good enough excuse for the older man.

"Guess we all got that same idea." Dale laughed and Shane clenched his fists hard at his side, trying to keep a straight face and not yell at him for breaking the spell between them. He was sure that Rick would wisen up and regret what they'd done now that he had a clear head, so he just ducked his head and nodded at both of them and headed off with nothing more than a "Night."

“Yeah. Night.” Rick said as he watched him go, wondering where they were supposed to go from there.

#sharick #shane walsh #rick grimes #the walking dead #twd #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #my fics #cockslut!Rick #dom!Shane #smut #dom/sub

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threeminutesoflife · 3 years

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Sandwiched

Ran up the Flagpole

Pairings: Rick Flag x Reader x Ransom Summary: Rick and Ransom acquired you. Warnings: 18+, noncon- mentions of: human auction, explosive device, knife play, Rick grabbing his flagpole, fingering Word Count: 350

Prompts: auction/sale, knife kink, “Do you need me to stretch you out first?” and “Who would've guessed you’re into this.” a/n: entry for @cockslut-padalecki Kinktober Eleven Sentence Challenge. Check out her words❣️ Happy October and Thank You for hosting. 🎃🧡

Gluing his chest to your lingerie-covered back, Rick tapped his knife over the freshly implanted explosive in your neck before refocusing on Ransom, “Remember the deal, Drysdale, 50/50 for my connections and procurement.”

Ransom thumbed the small detonator as he raked his eyes over your body, cataloging the goosebumps and coveting what squirmed in Rick's possession, “Don’t need a reminder on what I paid for, Flag.”

Smirking, Rick teased the knife’s tip across their new toy; a slow twist over your glowing mark, a harsh drag around the collar of your throat, a steady descent of sharp silver between your breasts.

“I tagged her- I go first,” Rick skewered the bow on your bra, slowly peeling back the flimsy material with his blade.

Pocketing the remote, Ransom stepped closer; the wool of his sweater barely ghosted your chest when he suddenly hooked your garter belt and tugged you forward, “I funded the auction- leave the dick measuring up to our girl for when we’re both inside her.”

“Careful, asshole,” Rick quickly flicked the knife away as you stumbled into Ransom, leaving behind a welted line of ownership and a sob of surprise when Rick advanced, painfully sandwiching you between the two men.

“Eat shit, Flag,” Ransom slotted his thigh between your legs, purposely knocking Rick’s knee as he leaned in to whisper, “Now kitten, let’s hear how well you purr my name.”

Rick ignored the taunt and passed the knife over your shoulder, brushing his fingers along your cheek in the exchange, “Treat her nice, I like this one.”

Humming hungrily in agreement, Ransom pressed his lips to your temple and brandished the steel over your lace-covered core, “Do you need me to stretch you out first, cupcake?”

Anchoring his legs further apart, Rick palmed his pants faster; his erection hardening under his touch as he echoed Ransom’s needy groans when you whimpered between them, “Who would've guessed you’re into this, Drysdale.”

“One more cut and I’ll be even more into this,” Ransom promised darkly, roughly slicing the binding of your panties and slipping two thick fingers deep inside.

#dark!ransom x reader #dark!rick flag x reader #the eleven sentence challenge: kinktober edition #ransom x reader #rick flag x reader #dark!fic

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hoewkeye · 3 years

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pretty when you cry.

Pairing || Rick Flag x fem!Reader

Summary || Flag loves it when you cry, especially when he wants to show you who you belong to.

Warnings || dom!Flag, spanking, rough sex, is there a crying kink???

Word count || 315

Notes || written for @cockslut-padalecki’s Eleven Sentence Challenge! I’m obsessed with Rick Flag and saw he was on the list, so grabbed the opportunity - prompt is in bold. I hope it stayed on eleven sentences. Also, for the purposes of this story, Rick and you have a pre-stablished safeword.

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Tears rolled down your face as he smacked his hand against your ass once again, harder this time, and you watched through the bathroom mirror as he grinned to himself in satisfaction when he saw your buttcheeks turning red.

“That”, he slapped you again, “is what you receive when you bend over for some fucking criminals to look at your body.”

His hands were quickly on his pants, unzipping it fast and freeing his already hard cock. You gasped, scratching your broken nails in the sink counter, anticipating what was to come.

He stroked himself a little bit and, with no warning, buried himself deep inside you, his length almost shredding you open and provoking more tears.

“Rick”, you cried out. “It hurts!”

He slapped your ass again, harder than he ever did, and your vision blurred. “Not Rick, doll, you call me master”, he took himself off you only to fill you up again, which made you scream in pleasure and pain and he sighed in satisfaction by the sound. “I want it to hurt. You know you deserve it, besides, I gotta say, you look so pretty when you cry for me.”

He grabbed your waist and pulled your body so your back was against his still dressed chest. One of his hands grabbed your left tit, twitching your nipple while his lips ghosted over your ear. “When we’re back there, I want them to know how I’ve destroyed you. And I want them to know how much you loved every second of it, doll. Aren’t you loving it?”

Looking at your bodies together through the mirror reflex, you moaned loudly, laying your head on his shoulder. “I am, master.”

He grinned, satisfied, and then pushed you back over the counter, “Now I’m gonna fill that pretty pussy of yours with my cum and I want you to keep it inside after leaving.”

#blue writes #blue writes for dceu #how am I supposed to write something in just elevensentences?!#rick flag x reader #rick flag x you #rick flag #rick flag drabble #rick flag smut #rick flag fanfic #rick flag oneshot #smut

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babblydrabbly · 3 years

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I'm by no means organized enough for something like this, but I thought I'd give it a shot. 2021 has been a lot for me, like I know it's been for a lot of you. I started this blog a few years ago and left it untouched because I didn't think my stories were interesting enough to post. Fast forward to August of this year, when I found some truly amazing pieces of fiction and a community of writers that post such amazing fuckin' shit it's crazy. I spent so much time lurking in fandom, and it wasn't until now that all these beautiful works encouraged me to start posting too. Now there's more than 600 of you putting up with the shit that I write? Preposterous. So here's to all the writers/readers/friends who've kept me sane, and a dollop of fics that have brought me oodles of joy. This list isn't everything I've read this year, but it's a lot of rad fics I recommend anybody read if you haven't already. ILY ♥ My Rec Tag || * = Indicates darkfic/dubcon warning

DCEU/Suicide Squad

♦ Rick Flag ♦ ♦ Jealousy by @fearthespork || rick flag x f!reader ♦ "Friends? I don't think so..." by @cockslut-padalecki || rick flag x reader ♦ Venus Fly Trap by @hxbbit || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Distant Heartbeat by @sweetfictionalworld || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Sleepy I Love You by @lorecraft || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Please by lorecraft || rick flag x f!reader* ♦ Panties by lorecraft || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Love Me Now by @greymoonfeelings || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Just Be by @softmamawrites || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Lurk by @spidershmider || rick flag x f!reader* ♦ Break the Ice by @a-reader-and-a-writer || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Disciplinary Action by @foli-vora || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Sex Pollen by @charnelhouse || rick flag x f!reader* ♦ Cafe Desires by @fairchildflag || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Facade by fairchildflag || rick flag x f!freader ♦ Kinktober Day 28 by @lacontroller1991 || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Thawing of a Heart by @mistycreativelilacs || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Lonely This Christmas? by @loverhymeswith || rick flag x f!freader ♦ Happy New Year by loverhymeswith || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Pledge Allegiance by @klmurr || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Pity Me, I need You by @ohcaptains || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Fire and Ice by @blackbat05 || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Made to Heal Series by @priceof-freedom || rick flag x f!reader ♦ A Sharp Reprimand by @clints-lucky-arrow || rick flag x f!reader ♦ C.M. Ceasefire by clints-lucky-arrow || rick flag x f!reader ♦ It's Something Along the Way by @velocibeewords || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Embrace What I Cannot Control by @lady-of-glass-and-bone || rick flag x f!reader ♦ Ten Out of Ten by fearthespork || Special shout out for this fic, for inspiring me to write rick flag fanfiction in the first place. All of their Rick fics are amazing ♥♥♥ ♦ Digger Harkness ♦ ♦ Dreamin' by @floral-and-fine || digger harkness x f!reader ♦ Robert DuBois ♦ ♦ Kinktober Day 5 by lacontroller1991 || robert dubois x f!reader ♦ Reckless by blackbat05 || robert dubois x f!reader ♦ A Good Show by clints-lucky-arrow || robert dubois x f!reader ♦ Harley Quinn ♦ ♦ Imagine Harley and you doing couple costumes for Halloween by @sserpente || harley quinn x f!reader ♦ One day I just wanna hear you say, "I like you" by @rabesbabe || harley quinn x f!reader ♦ Don't Mind by @thewitchandtheassassin || harley quinn x f!reader ♦ She's One of a Kind by @harleen-isleyy || harley quinn x f!reader ♦ Crazy In Love by @forever-more-never-again || harley quinn x f!reader ♦ Poly!Squad ♦ ♦ Bionic Exile Series by lacontroller1991 & @yelenas-lova || rick flag x f!reader x takeshi kovacs (altered carbon) ♦ Kitty by lorecraft || rick flag x f!reader x robert dubois ♦ More Sharing by lorecraft || rick flag x f!reader x bucky barnes (mcu) ♦ Poison Ivy x f!reader x Harley Quinn by @babyjordy ♦ A Work of Art Series by lorecraft || suicide squad x f!reader* ♦ Kinktober Day 8 by lacontroller1991 || rick flag x f!reader x digger harkness ♦ Within and Without by @rosemaremembrance || rick flag x f!reader x harley quinn ♦ Rick Flag x F!Reader x Harley by charnelhouse

The Killing (Stephen Holder)

♦ Enough series by loverhymeswith || stephen holder x f!reader ♦ Addiction by @belovasupremacy || stephen holder x f!reader ♦ Girlfriend by belovasupremacy || stephen holder x f!reader ♦ Nasty Habits by klmurr || stephen holder x f!reader ♦ Blue Pill by greymoonfeelings || stephen holder x f!reader ♦ Someone Always Gets Hurt by a-reader-and-a-writer || stephen holder x f!reader ♦ Can't Stay Mad At You by @heresathreebee || stephen holder x f!reader ♦ Caught In Between by @yespolkadotkitty || stephen holder x f!reader x erik heller (hanna)

Marvel/MCU

♦ Along Came a Spider by a-reader-and-a-writer || peter parker x f!reader ♦ I Want to Kill You Like They Do in the Movies by @boop-le-snoot || dr. octavis x f!reader ♦ Hot Cocoa Kissing by clints-lucky-arrow || clint barton x f!reader ♦ "It's the day of Anne's wedding" by charnelhouse || eddie brock x f!reader x Venom ♦ Need by @yourbucky084 || matt murdock x f!reader*

The Mandolorian

♦ Take a Bath by @green-socks || din djarin x f!reader ♦ Face Sitting with Din Djarin by @autumnleaves1991 || din djarin x f!reader ♦ Do As I Say by @arahxdjarin || din djarin x f!reader x cobb vanth ♦ This is the Tea by yespolkadotkitty || din djarin x f!reader* ♦ A World that We Design Series by lorecraft || cobb vanth x f!reader x original male character

And lastly, just a Happy New Year shout out to all the people who I see on my dash or on my posts, or who just brighten my day around here. Hello friends, ILY ♥

@reysorigins || @nerdysuperchick || @nikixie || @marvelousmermaid || @knivesareout || @deadangeluniverse || @dangelus || @femalefilmaker || @riddikulus-obsessions || @t-i-n-y-d-i-n-o || @weallhaveadestiny || beardburnsupersoldiers || aestheticallywinchester || princessmisery666 || lawfulgranola || rrtxmct || rexorangecouny || a-girl-who-loves-disney || billhaderginsberg || spookyssidepiece || natashawhinterar || laprvphette || girlnred ||

#babs' reading list 2021 #reading list #2021 #recs #babblybabbles #I have abused the mentions feature and cannot continue #but know that I am three margaritas deeP #and I see u and I love u guys #♥♥♥♥♥♥♥#I have so many more fics drafted with comments that have not made it on this list #but they will be posted to my recs tag...in 2022...

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deanwinchesterswitch · 3 years

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Weekly Fic Recs

graphic by @tumbler-tidbits

Enjoy!

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors and heed the warnings for each fic.

All fics are from the SPN fandom unless otherwise noted.

-Drabbles-

The Lie in the Lyric ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: Y/N is gone, leaving Dean alone with only her memory.

She Will Be Loved ~ @queen-of-deans-booty. Author's Summary: You never had any luck in relationships because they always seem to go wrong whether it be your fault or not. You’re broken after every single one of them, but the only constant person in your life is Dean, whether you see it or not.

Love From Nothing-1/5 ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Dean makes you feel his love, but it doesn’t last long.

Last Thursday-2/5 ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Dean wants to make you his last.

Something Stupid-3/5 ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Dean says something stupid that he thinks you’ll regret.

Every Breath-4/5 ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Dean’s not sorry for what he said, but it doesn’t mean what you think it does.

Coming Back-5/5 ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Dean is back.

On A Hunt ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None

Amazed ~ @apocalypseornaw. Author's Summary: None

I've Got You ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: Dean won’t let go.

-One-shots-

The First Time ~ @teresa-67. Author's Summary: Dean’s charm helps him to get a lot in life, but there was always one thing he was too scared of doing to actually follow through. Will Y/N’s experience and reassurement be enough to help him overcome his fear?

The Challenge ~ @eevvvaa. Author's Summary: Dean offers you a new challenge and you can’t say no.

Too Many Matches ~ @fictional-affairs. Author's Summary: AU! Where Dean is a boxer.

Carry You ~ @jawritter. Author's Summary: The reader gets injured on a hunt, and Dean take a little time to pamper his girl.

-Series Chapters-

Replay Life-Prologue ~ @waywardnerd67. Author's Summary: Jensen arrives home in Austin after filming in Toronto for almost a year. After a few days back with his roommate and best friend, he asks her to take a trip down memory lane.

Fight For Me-Chapter 13 (Final) ~ @jawritter. Author’s Summary: He found you in his darkest hour. There was something about this man that just wouldn’t let you leave him alone. He needed you, almost as much as you needed him. Sometimes, even the strongest people out there need someone to fight for them too.

Home To You-Thirty-Nine (FIN) ~ @smol-and-grumpy. Author’s Summary: Dean enlisted in the hopes to help secure enough money for Sam to be able to go to college. Of course he didn’t tell Sam. Why would he? Sam would understand, right? Turns out, Sam didn’t get it, and is giving Dean the silent treatment for over a year. In Dean’s desperation to reconnect with Sam, Dean reaches out to his brother’s best friend. Little does he know that the hurricane named Y/N will turn out to be the reason he wants to stay alive and go back home for.

-Miscellaneous-

A DC/MCU crossover

Two Against One ~ @cockslut-padalecki. Author's Summary: None (Drabble) Rick Flag x F!Reader x Steve Rogers

#weekly ric recs #fabulous writers #fic recs #020622

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bi4bihankking · 10 months

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Hec and Rick have made it their goal to top Alan. Al wasn't even planning on it and beat them out for first

Alan turned into too much of a cockslut and had to go for the giant cock.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Well, my Rick Flag obsession has been awoken.

@cockslut-padalecki @lokislastlove

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oh-katsuki · 3 years

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YESS ,,, heavy on the i'd call him anything he wanted bcos absolutely. suddenly i'm about 2 go look for rick sanchez smut to feed this festering brain rot

also ty for being a rick simp like i feel so valid rn lol

I'm with you, bae. master, daddy, sir, literally anything he wants is what i'll call him no questions asked. i'd literally be his little cockslut no questions asked. IN FACT, the idea that he'd LITERALLY just appear in my room bc he wants a quick and dirty fuck is SO HOT to me that it drives me out of my mind.

god fucking dammit imagine... imagine he's degrading the absolute fucking shit out of you but when he gets close he gives you that disgusting fucking praise. dirty-mouthed mother fucker I want him so bad

#can y'all tell im passionate #this is degenerate hours rn frl #[ 🏩 – chatting ]

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ocegion · 6 years

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Bottom Negan is so underrated tbh, give me more sub Neegs and top Ricky Dicky Doo Da Grimes

I feel you, anon, I feel you so much. I miss cockslut Negan so much that it physically hurts. Hot shit-wannabe brought down by A Man like Rick Grimes, dayum what’s there not to like about it?

I’m afraid lately I’ve been kinda blocked, uninspired, sort of burnt out and on top of that my exams are nearing menacingly jaws-style, but believe-you-me when I tell you Imma come with with full force and materialize some bottom Negan for all our sakes. Also, between you and me, a (hopefully not so far-off!) future project involves a maybe not so submissive Negan, but bottom Negan? Oh boy. It will. Possibly the longest fic I’ll do and bottom Negan is a big part of it. Shhhhh, let it be our secret ;)

(In the meantime, though, you should think about Negan pressing his ass between his jail bars and telling Rick that, if he’s gonna punish him, he might as well do it in a way that gives both of them some fun.

He does end up with his ass smacked cherry red. Maybe with less dirty talk than he expected and without sexy follow-up, but Negan ain’t complaning. He got Rick to grab his ass, after all.)

#anon #I want that cockslut daddy as much as you do #regan

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spookymeninblack-blog · 7 years

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A message to the creators of Rick and Morty (part 2)

YOU KNOW THAT WERE COCKSLUTS FOR EVIL MORTY HOW DARE YOU PLAY US LIKE THIS?!

#rick and morty #rick and morty spoilers #kill me #Dan Harmon #justin roiland #rick sanchez #morty smith

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livingvicariouslythroughphan · 8 years

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Too Far

Prompt: Something with hardcore hate sex /// Can you do a fic where it’s Pastel!Dan and Punk!Phil and they have hate sex or something? /// Can you do one where it’s Pastel!Dan and Punk!Phil and they can’t stand each other and they are partnered up for a school project (like college or high school) and they have hate sex /// Can you do Punk!Phil and Pastel!Dan and the have hate sex /// CAN YOU DO PUNK!PHIL AND PASTEL!DAN AND THEY HATE EACH OTHER BUT THEY ARE ASSIGNED AS PARTNERS IN A SCHOOL PROJECT AND END UP FIGHTING AND HAVING HATE SEX

Author’s Note: this fic is dedicated to what appears to be one anon that just really really wants some hate sex. the capital letters really put me in a writing mood! tbh i wanted so badly to rick roll you but i can’t find the malice………… (You could stand to relax a little though lmao) (1.3k words)

“Oh, fuck you… You think you’re so original. You look like an asshole,” Dan spat, his cheeks reddening in anger. The cause of this anger was Phil, or, more specifically, the teasing comments he’d been throwing moments earlier. Phil was largely unaffected by Dan’s insult and smirked, answering, “And you look like a prepubescent girl. Do we really have to bring appearances into this? There’s so many better reasons for me to hate you.” Dan scoffed, “Oh trust me, I’m not running out of ideas.” Phil raised an eyebrow, speaking, “Really? You sure about that? We’ve been here for an hour and haven’t gotten a fucking thing done. I’m starting to think you enjoy spending time with me.” Dan rolled his eyes, “You wish. Maybe we could we could focus if you’d stop making fun of me for 3 seconds.” “But you’ve given me so much material,” Phil snickered. “And I think it’s your constant rambling that’s distracting us. I honestly don’t know what it’d take to shut you up.” Dan could feel his cheeks heating and turing blotchily pink with anger and he narrowed his eyes, seething, “Well why don’t you try and find out.” He watched as Phil’s eyebrows shot up and only then registered how sexual that sounded. “Is that an Invitation? So the rumors are true, sweet little Dan Howell is a slut,” Phil taunted. And, though anger coursed through his veins, Dan could barely hide his reaction to the insult. He’d never known exactly why he wanted to be called a slut but it didn’t really matter to him in that moment. He smirked, “Maybe they are.” Phil pushed the textbook he’d been reading off his lap and kneeled over Dan, cupping his jaw, “Well if they aren’t already, they will be after this,” he muttered before connecting their lips, kissing the boy roughly. Dan whimpered into the kiss and Phil pulled back, chuckling at how sensitive he was. “You’re so easy,” Phil gibed, guiding Dan’s head to the side so he could kiss down the side of his neck. “Am not.”, Dan denied, trying desperately to hide how much the feeling of Phil’s mouth on his neck was affecting him. Phil moved away from his neck and shook his head, “You are though. You’re going to let me fuck you, aren’t you? It’s probably what you wanted all along.” Dan rolled his eyes, and bucked his hips up into Phil’s, “Just get on with it. Your ego’s unbelievable,” he breathed, full on grinding up into Phil now. “You’re one to talk. Lube?”, Phil asked, sitting back on his knees in between Dan’s legs. “Mm, bedside table. There’s condoms there too. Hurry.”, Dan brought his hands down to unbutton his jeans and he pushed them down and off, sitting up momentarily to tug his shirt over his head. Phil rummaged through the drawer and procured a small bottle of lube and a condom, tossing them on the bed next to Dan and pulling his own shirt off. “You make quick work of it,” Phil snickered, reaching out to palm Dan through his pants. The pressure on his cock caused Dan to whine and he pushed Phil’s hand away and lifted his hips, tugging his pants off. “Come on…”, he whined, spreading his legs. Phil couldn’t even think of an insult with Dan naked and squirming under him like that and he just swallowed, unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans and pants off, letting them fall to the floor with a metallic clatter. He picked up the bottle of lube and poured some over his fingers, warming it up. “How many fingers do you want, Dan? It probably hasn’t been long for you…”, he trailed off sarcastically. Dan huffed out a frustrated breath, he wanted to put Phil in his place but couldn’t very well do that seeing as he’d gotten off that morning. “Two, twatface,” he jeered, spreading his legs further and reaching down to stroke his cock. Phil laughed and brought his hand to the boy’s rim, carefully sliding in two slick fingers and beginning to stretch him. “Aww, pet names already?”, he patronized, scissoring his fingers and giving Dan a particularly rough thrust. Dan could barely hold his noises back now and he moaned, “Another…” wanting Phil in him as soon as possible. Phil finished prepping him and slid the condom over his own cock before slicking it up with the lube on his other hand. He shuffled on his knees until he was flush with Dan’s ass and positioned himself at the boy’s rim, pausing and looking to him for approval. Dan quickly nodded, hooking his legs and around Phil’s waist and urging him forward. As he began to thrust in, Phil grabbed hold of Dan’s cock and rubbed gently through the slit. “Fuck me….”, Dan whined, trying desperately to fuck back on Phil’s cock and sighing in frustration when Phil held his hips down. “Say please, Dan. Be a good little whore and beg for my cock,” Phil demanded, smirking. “I fucking hate you,” Dan ground out, biting his lip to prevent the whiny sounds he knew would eventually come wether he liked it or not. Phil just laughed, mocking the boy, “Yeah, nothing says “I hate you” like letting someone fuck you.” He squeezed around the base of Dan’s cock. “That’s just a sign of how big a slut you are, though, isn’t it? You’d let anyone fuck you. What a whore.” Dan couldn’t help but whine a little at that, his cheeks flushing at the high pitched sound. Phil spoke again, “Come on, Dan. Beg.” Dan shut his eyes in humiliation and started begging, “Please, Phil… ‘m sorry. Fuck me please… I’ll be good.” He was more humiliated than he’d ever been in his life and he couldn’t believe how much that was turning him on. “Wow you can behave,” Phil teased, pulling out slightly and slamming back in, pushing Dan’s legs further apart as he created a quick rhythm. Dan was clawing at his shoulder, trying to find some way to ground himself when Phil changed angles a bit and brushed his prostate, causing him to jerk and let out a girly moan. “Fuck… fuck, Phil! Right there… Please…”, he rambled. “Such a needy whore, Dan. No wonder you get passed around,” Phil belittled him, keeping his hips at that angle. Soon, Dan was close and he trailed his hand down to fist over his cock. “That’s it, cockslut. Make yourself come,” Phil spat, spanking the inside of the boy’s thigh. “Please, Phil…”, Dan begged. “What do you want, whore?”, Phil asked, speeding up his thrusts. “Choke me…”, Dan requested, leaning his head back to bare his neck. when Phil hesitated, Dan taunted him, “Come on. What are you, scared? I thought you wanted to shut me up.” Phil snarled and wrapped a hand around Dan’s throat applying pressure and killing Dan’s voice in his throat, cutting off his mockery. “You kinky whore. You can only come when someone treats you like a little bitch,” Phil leered, fucking into him. Dan was making stilted whimpers now and he worked the hand over his cock even faster as his back arched and he came over his stomach. Phil pulled his hand away from Dan’s neck but kept fucking into him, relishing in Dan’s overstimulated moans. Phil let out a strained grunt and a few more thrusts had him coming too, into the condom, and he fucked Dan through his orgasm before pulling out and disposing of the condom. He flopped down next to Dan. “Well fuck,” he breathed, processing what’d just happened. Dan let out a content sigh, “I still hate you,” he murmured, his voice sounding entirely too fond for the words. Phil chuckled, “I hate you too.”

#phan smut #phanfiction #phan hc #phanfic #mine

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princessmisery666 · 3 years

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Nobody But You, Forever.

Summary: Rick wants kids; you don’t. It’s a deal-breaker for Rick, so the relationship ends. Until Rick realizes he can have everything he wants, even if he has to take it by force.

Warnings: dark themes, implied forced pregnancy, smut, stalking, language, kidnapping, deception, imprisonment, threat of harm.

W/C: 1.8k

Rating: E (explicit - 18+)

Characters: Rick Flag

Pairing: Rick Flag x fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Bingo: Rick Flag Square Filled: Free - Dark!Rick // Stalking

Notes: Set after The Suicide Squad movie - spoilers for the ending. I do not accept the ending, so I fixed it - or made it worse 🤷🏻‍♀️

A/N: This has been sitting in my WIPS too long, and I’ve been nervous about posting as it isn’t my usual stuff. This is my attempt at dark themes; there’s darker out there, though.

Betas: @writercole - read through to make sure it wasn't total bollocks // @cockslut-padalecki checked the smut cause I require her validation // @deanwinchesterswitch made sure I was using all the oxford commas 🤣 // thanks to all of them but all mistakes remain my own.

Graphics: title card images google and canva

Master Lists: Main // Rick Flag Bingo

Smut from the jump so fic is under the cut.

Nobody But You, Forever.

The wet heat of your pussy was like nothing he’d ever had. You always fucked him so good he felt like he should pay you. You told him all you wanted was his love and affection, but it wasn’t enough. Not for Rick.

“I wanna put a baby in you,” Rick says, using your hips to steer you back onto his cock. “Fill you up with my cum. Would you like that, darlin’?”

“Rick,” you growl, crumpling the bedsheets in your fists. “Shut up and fuck me.”

You clench around him and scream his name in the song that he knew meant you’d cum, and he releases himself inside of you, snapping his hips sharply to make sure it goes as deep as it can. Hoping this is the time that will get you pregnant.

Once you’ve caught your breaths and cleaned up, Rick lays on his back and pulls you close to his side, your head resting on his chest.

“I love you,” he sighs contently.

“I love you too,” you say, placing a kiss over his heart.

He smooths his hand over your stomach, “maybe in nine months, they’ll be another one we can love too.”

You laugh and scoff at the same time. “Oh god, I hope not.”

“What do you mean you hope not?” he scrambles to sit up, effectively pushing you off him. “Don’t you want my baby?”

“I don’t want anyone’s baby. I don’t want kids.”

“What do you mean you don’t want kids?” Rick asks, completely bewildered. “You love your nephew, and you're so good with him.”

“Yeah, cause I can give him back,” you chuckle, “but I don’t want my own, I never have.”

“But why?”

“I don’t want children,” you repeat, climbing out of bed and grabbing his crumpled shirt from the floor. “Why does there have to be a reason beyond that I just don’t want them?”

“Cause it doesn’t make sense.”

“Rick, we had this conversation when you asked me to move in here, like two years ago,” you remind him, stomping into the bathroom. “I told you then I didn’t want any, so why is it suddenly an issue?”

“Cause I thought you’d change your mind, and I thought you loved me?”

“I do love you!”

Rick shakes his head. “Obviously not enough.”

Anything for a buck. Humans are diabolical. Vile even. But Rick doesn’t see the irony. The ‘pharmacist’ hands over the blister pack, and Rick has to admit that the guy who probably samples more of his merchandise than he dispenses it has done a fantastic job. It’s more than passable. If he didn’t know any better and hadn’t just handed over two thousand dollars for them, he’d believe they were the real deal.

“You sure it isn’t harmful?” Rick asks one more time to be sure. Again the irony goes completely over his head.

“It’s just vitamins, man.”

Vitamins packaged to simulate birth control. Finally, Rick’s plan is in motion.

Rick’s been watching you every day, following you to work, fading into the background of your social events, stalking your social media accounts. It’s a game to him; he thrives on it, especially when you notice him. He’ll let you see him for a fraction of a second and then disappear, watching as you frantically search for him. Since he decided he wanted you back, he’s been planting the seed of his reappearance for weeks.

He’s not worried that you won’t be home when he shows up unexpectedly because he knows your schedule like he knows every scar on his own body. He wonders, sometimes, if that’s what tipped him over the edge. Peacemaker gave him the worst of them, and Waller, not ready to give up her dutiful soldier, had somehow brought him back. Fuck knows how, but he never questioned it.

He understands some of his thoughts, and, most recently, his actions aren’t those of a mentally stable person. However, his morals and emotional stability were the price paid for whatever voodoo deals with the devil Waller had to make to bring him back. Waller gave him his revenge against the asshole Peacemaker, and since then, all he feels is anger and that the world owes him. So he’ll take whatever he wants from whomever he wants, and Waller can deal with the consequences. That didn’t change when he found you.

For a while, he thought he’d found a light, something to bring him out of the darkness. However, like all good things in Rick’s life, it didn’t last, two years later, it was all over. He wanted kids; you didn’t. There was no compromise to be made, so Rick decided to leave.

Fast forward one year, and Rick tried to find a new woman. He’d had two relationships, actually, but it was as transparent as glass that you were the one for him. He wanted children; that hadn’t changed, but he wanted you to have his children. No one else would do.

He knocks on the red door, a bottle of your favorite wine and a bouquet of yellow roses in hand.

“Rick,” you say, surprised but not necessarily unhappy to see him.

“Hey,” he replies, charm and sincerity pushed to the max. “I know this is out of the blue, but…”

“It’s been a year,” you nod, “to the day, actually.”

He grins - you've been thinking about him too then. This won’t be hard at all; he’ll have you eating out of the palm of his hand before sunrise.

“I made a mistake,” he implores, “I’m sorry. It shouldn’t have taken me this long to figure it out. Can we try again?”

The smallest of smug smiles crosses your lips, and he’s not sure he’ll even need to use the crocodile tears he was totally prepared to shed to convince you.

You step back, pulling the door open further. “Come in; we can talk.”

Two drinks, a few sweet words, and a fierce kiss were all it took to get you naked and on your knees.

“Fuck,” Rick whines as you suck his cock as if you’re trying to suck the soul from his body.

Good luck with that - he thinks with a devilish smirk. You’ve let him into your home and your mouth; there’s no escaping him now. You let him pop from your mouth and lick a line from base to tip before he helps you to your feet.

“I’ve missed you,” you say, drawing him to your mouth.

“I’ve missed you too,” he tells you, “but you’ll never have to miss me again. I’m not going anywhere.”

The blister pack of your pills is on the nightstand to the left of the bed; replacing them will be easier than taking candy from a baby.

A month later.

You look so peaceful when you're sleeping, no worry lines or pursed lips, and Rick, caught up in the mastery of his plan paying off, perhaps watched you too long. He’d moved you to his desired location, a secluded cabin far from civilization under the guise of a vacation. Last night he laced your non-alcoholic wine with a sedative and waited until you’d fallen asleep. He should have done it then, but he’d been too enraptured under the realization that he’d won.

He doesn’t want to disturb your sleep, but when Rick pierces the needle into the vein of your arm, you flinch and wake. The vial is full before your grogginess wears off and he places it on the nightstand. He pulls the needle out and puts a cotton ball on the small wound.

“Rick, what’re-” you start, your eyes widening when you see the tube of your blood, “what’s going on?”

“You should be pregnant by now,” he says, matter of factly. “I need to send your blood for some tests.”

You laugh nervously. “What’re you talking about?”

“We’ve had sex every day for the last month, you haven’t got your period yet, so I think you’re pregnant.”

“I’m just a little late, that’s all. Besides, I’m on birth control, and we talked about this. You said you’d changed your mind, that you could live without kids as long as you had me.”

He puts a gentle hand on your cheek, “I want it all, baby. And you’re going to give it to me, whether you like it or not.” A whole range of emotions crosses your face; worry, panic, fear, confusion. He rolls his eyes. How are you not getting it? “I swapped out your birth control for vitamins that night I showed up at your door a month ago. I brought you here so we can be together, happy, away from the world. Just me and you and, in nine months, our child.”

You scramble off the bed and run out of the room. He’s disappointed but not surprised. He leisurely follows; you're trapped, you have nowhere to go, only you don't seem to understand that.

Slowly he strolls down the stairs, watching as you frantically try to open the front door. A step creaks under his foot, and you spin to face him.

“You’re wasting your time,” he explains, “this place is locked up tighter than Alcatraz.”

You run again anyway, toward the back of the cabin. But he knows unless you have climbing equipment, you will plummet to your death off a hundred-foot cliff face.

“Not that way either, sweetheart,” Rick calls, lazily following after you.

You bolt toward him, and he grabs you around the waist as you try to run past him. He swings you around and plants you flat on your feet but pushes you against the nearest wall, his arm pressed against your throat.

“All this stress is bad for the baby,” he sneers in your ear, “now be a good girl and just accept your fate. I don’t want to hurt you. That’s the last thing I want, but don’t think I won’t if you fight back.”

“Rick, this isn’t you,” you say, “this is crazy.”

His fist crumbles the weak plaster of the wall a millimeter from your ear. “I don’t like that word!”

“I’m sorry,” you console, and he digs his arm in deeper, enough to make breathing difficult. “I’m sorry.”

“Why can’t you see I just want to make you happy?”

“Then let me go,” you choke out, tears pricking your eyes. “Please.”

He wets his lips, grabs your hand, and forces you to grope his growing erection. “I like it when you beg,” he admits, “you really know how to make me happy, don’t you darlin’.” he presses his mouth to yours, and when you don't respond, he pulls back. “Don’t make me teach you a lesson.”

“Please, Rick, I…” The words fade as a sob wells in your throat.

He licks into your mouth and you respond. Playing along, you willingly stroke his hardening cock, and he moves his hand to cup your cunt.

“I love you, baby,” he says, pulling back to look into your eyes. “And I’m going to take care of you,” he promises, “forever.”

Master Lists: Main // Rick Flag Bingo

#rickflagbingo #rickflag #rickflagsmut #rickflagxyou #rick flag x you #rick flag x reader #rick flag #smut #angst #dark!rick flag #dc #the suicide squad #suicide squad #SS #TSS

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princessmisery666 · 3 years

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Take A Shot

Summary: Ginuwine’s Pony, promiscuity, and poor decisions lead to a night neither you nor Rick will forget.

Warnings: smut, fingering, p in v, oral (female receiving), angst, Rick is a slut, best friends to lovers, comfort fic.

W/C: 3.5k

Rating: E (explicit - 18+).

Characters: Rick Flag, fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Pairing: Rick Flag x fem!reader.

Bingos: @rickflagbingo // @anyfandomangstbingo Squares Filled:

Rick Flag - comfort fic // first time // best friends to lovers

Angst - “I told you it was a bad idea.”

Betas: @cockslut-padalecki // @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: from Canva.

Master Lists: DC // Main

Your couch has never looked so welcoming. The idea of leaving it for any reason other than swapping it for your bed makes you sigh heavily. But you will, tomorrow when responsibility calls again, you’ll get off your exhausted ass and go to work.

The last few months have been tough; a bad breakup after a three-year relationship was just the tip of the iceberg. A colleague retired, and your boss is too cheap and lazy to hire someone new, so you’ve had to take up the slack. You had the flu; Aunt Flow decided to make her appearance and give you the worst cramps you’ve had since you were a teenager and didn’t have the luxury of spending a few days in bed; then, this morning, your car broke down. The final straw was the truck that splashed a tsunami of a puddle over you while walking to work.

Luckily your best friend, Rick, picked you up after a horrendous shift that you spent damp and cold and on the verge of tears. You took a hot bath when you got home while Rick cooked dinner, and he refused to let you help him clear up after, forcing you to sit on the couch.

If it weren’t for Rick, you’d have lost your mind a long time ago. Just as you decide that 2022 can suck it, music blares from your sound system, making you jump.

Great, now that's broken too.

Before you can get up to turn the stupid thing off, Rick saunters in, hips swaying to the beat, bottom lip caught between his teeth as Ginuwine announces he’s just a bachelor looking for a partner.

“Dance with me,” Rick calls over the loud song. The neighbors are sure to complain soon.

You smile, motioning up and down his body with a wave of your hand. “That is not dancing, and no, I’m too tired.”

“Come on,” he coaxes, sliding closer. “You love this song.”

“I do, but usually it's accompanied by some hot ass dudes taking their clothes off.”

He stills, long enough to look offended, and then he whips his t-shirt off, waving it over his head. “Am I not a hot ass dude?” he asks, flexing his muscles like a bodybuilder on stage.

You laugh, unable to contain it; he always did know how to make you feel better. “Yes, Rick, you are one hot ass dude.”

He crosses the distance between you shaking his ass before he straddles your lap, rolling his hips and grinding his crotch an inch from your face. Singing along, badly, with the song - “if you’re horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony.”

Fuck it!

You sing along with him, shouting as loud as you can, almost drowning out the smooth alluring tones of the popular 90s singer. You run your hands up Rick’s thighs, dancing as much as you can while caged under him.

Rick’s lap dance continues. You play along, running your hands up his legs, over his hips, and when you reach his stomach, he slaps them away, scowling down at you comically. “Oi, keep your hands to yourself, little lady. This is not that kind of establishment.”

You bark out another laugh, and he tuts, disappointment in his eyes. He can’t hold it for long, though, and then he’s laughing while he tickles you.

You're breathless by the time you manage to wrestle him off, and he slumps onto the sofa beside you just as the song finishes.

“Feel better?” he asks, smiling at you.

“Yes, thank you,” you say. You genuinely do, even though you know tomorrow will suck again. “And after that performance, I also feel for whoever your flavor of the week is. Remind me to buy you some dance lessons for Christmas.”

“That’s fair,” he nods, chuckling. “But to be honest, my flavor of the week,” eyes rolling at your alluding to his promiscuity, “is in my bed before the issue of my dancing skills becomes a topic.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Translation, you fuck ‘em and ghost ‘em,” you say, standing up to go to the kitchen.

Rick scoffs and follows you, “I refute that statement.”

“Give me your phone.”

He takes it from his pocket without question and hands it over. “My code is-”

“I know your code.”

“What’re you doing?” he asks, watching you take two glasses from the cupboard and the three-quarters full bottle of vodka from the freezer.

“We’re gonna play a game,” you explain, putting the glasses on the table. “I’m going to go through your contacts, and for every girl you fucked and ghosted, we drink.”

Taking a seat at the table, Rick grimaces, “we might need more vodka.”

“Slut!” you laugh, joining him, “and put your shirt back on, casanova!”

“Why? Is all this,” he leans back and motions to his tanned torso, “distracting for you?”

“You're not my type.”

“I forgot, beards and broad shoulders,” he says, pouring a shot into each glass.

“Ah, you know me so well, pretty boy.” you swoon sarcastically. “Okay, ready?” he nods, and you open his contacts, reading the first name. “Amy D.”

Rick sighs and shoots back a shot while you smirk around the lip of your glass. “Shut up,” he sneers, around a smile.

The game continues, Rick retelling some of his sexapades when a name ignites a memory. It’s nothing you haven’t heard before. You’ve been friends for a long time, and there’s no subject that's been off-limits. But he recounts a few tales in explicit detail, the alcohol loosening his tongue to describe things in a way he might not necessarily have done so before. His stories range from mediocre missionary to sex swings, domineering women, orgies, and submissive women with kinks you’ve never heard of, but all of them have one common denominator. Rick. A few times, you catch yourself biting your lip and clenching your thighs, watching his animated body ripple and flex.

He hasn’t put his shirt back on, and the alcohol has flushed his skin somewhat. Okay, he hasn’t got a beard, and he’s not as broad-shouldered as you like, but to hear him tell it, he’d make up for those things in other ways.

“Y/N,” Rick snaps his fingers in front of your face. “You spaced out there for a second,” he says, “where’d you go?”

You clear your throat and the thoughts of fucking your best friend from your mind, sitting up a little straighter. “Sorry,” you say and scramble to pick his phone back up to look at the next name.

“Who we got next?” he asks, with an excited clap of his hands.

You smile wickedly, and you see an opportunity, so you take it. “Me.”

Rick laughs. You know you’ve never slept with each other. “We’ve never.”

You shrug, “why have we never?”

“I tried,” Rick exclaims, “more than once.”

“Yeah, but we were in high school. I was inexperienced and shy. Why have you never tried again?”

“Cause I’m the fuck ‘em and ghost ‘em type,” he mimics your voice. Then he sobers fast, his eyes showing a level of affection that he seems to reserve only for you. “You deserve better than that.”

“Who says I want anything more than that?” you ask, “relationships are overrated.”

“Y/N,” he cautions, a slight frown on his brow as he tries to decipher if you're serious or not.

The confused look is adorable, and as his features soften, you can't help yourself. With vodka and imagination running wild through your veins, you push up enough to lean over and kiss him. A gentle press of your lips against his. Once. Twice. The third time you tease your tongue against his bottom lip, the fact that he doesn’t pull away makes you bolder.

His palm is warm against your cheek for a second before he uses it to push you back a little. His eyes remain closed even after you’ve broken apart. “You’re drunk,” he whispers, but he sounds almost regretful.

“I’m not that drunk,” you say but drop back into your seat.

“Then what was that?”

You sigh, shaking your head. “I want to be reckless, be the irresponsible one for a while. And who better to let my inhibitions go with than my best friend?”

“Reckless?”

“Yes, reckless! If you haven’t noticed, my life is a bit of shit show right now, and I think getting railed to within an inch of my life on the kitchen table would make me feel immensely better.”

Rick watches you for a moment, and you can see he’s considering it. You take another shot and then realize you perhaps shouldn’t have. That will only fuel his ‘you’re drunk’ argument. You shove the glass away across the table.

After a long silence, you ask, “do I need to pass a sobriety test to prove to you I’m not drunk?”

His grin spreads quickly across his face. “Yes,” he says, “walk up and down, in a straight line, no stumbling.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” you smile, grabbing his phone and hitting play. Pony starts playing through the speakers again, and you get to your feet.

You take two small steps toward him, and he wets his lips as he pushes his chair back away from the table. You run a finger around his lips and down his throat. He swallows hard under your touch, and you smirk. You dip to ghost your mouth against his, and he chases your lips when you pull back without making a connection.

You throw your leg over his and grind down on his thigh, straightening your back to make your breasts brush against him. This time when you kiss him, he lets you dip your tongue into his mouth. He kisses you back, but you can feel his hesitation to do more.

You pull back and taunt, “This is that kind of establishment. You can use your hands.”

He needs no further invitation, and he grabs your hips, pushing you down harder on his leg. You whine, closing your eyes, enjoying the friction against your clothed core.

Rick kisses your exposed neck, teeth scraping over your pulse point. “This is a bad idea,” he mumbles against your throat, hands slipping under your shirt to grope your breasts. “But fuck it!”

He kisses you, hard and hungrily, lifting you with him as he stands up. “We’re not doing this down here,” he tells you, and the authority in his voice is mouth-watering.

The stories he told were true. Every single one of them. Rick’s dominant but attentive. He gets you both naked between passionate kisses and grinding bodies. As soon as he’s got you undressed and on your bed, he’s lying between your legs.

Long, soft strokes with the flat of his tongue on your inner thigh set your skin aflame. He teases for a moment, fingers pressing and gripping but never in the places you want it most.

He kneads your breasts, and your back arches when he runs a finger through your folds. “Tell me what you want,” he says, sucking at the flesh on your thigh.

“Your fingers, inside me.”

He coats his fingers in your slick and then slowly inches them inside, crooking them to find your g-spot. You squirm and whimper his name when he hits it, and he plays you like a delicate instrument. He seems to know every chord to make you sing a string of profanities. His tongue teases you, licking a strip from your entrance to circle your clit, slowly sweeping over it and humming as if you taste like heaven.

“Don’t stop,” you moan, a hand on the back of his head, holding him in place as you push your hips up.

You feel him smile against your pulsing nub just before he wraps his mouth around it and sucks it between his plush lips, the tip of his tongue flicking over it.

“Fuck,” you yell as you cum and feel it dampen your legs. You try crawling up the bed away from him, the overstimulation meaning you need a break, but Rick isn’t finished with you yet.

“Nuh-uh,” he whispers, gripping your thigh to hold you in place. He doesn’t stop, fingers still hooked onto your g-spot, tongue lapping up as much of your climax as he can. “Damn, you taste good,” he says, crawling up your body. “Here, try some.”

There’s something exhilarating about your flavor on your best friend's lip that sends you into a frenzy. You try to rise up, wanting to take control, but his weight pressing you into the mattress makes it impossible.

You push at his shoulders, and he releases your mouth, kissing your jaw, moving down your neck. “It’s my turn to taste you,” you say.

“Nope,” Rick says, sucking your nipple into his mouth while he pinches the other. You hiss, and your back arches off the bed, only pushing the sensitive skin deeper into his mouth.

“Please,” you beg needily.

He kneels between your legs, butt resting on his heels. “We’ve got all night.” He grabs your legs, dragging you down the bed to hook your knees over his hips. You watch him palm his leaking cock, sliding the dome through your aching pussy lips. “You can do whatever you want to me later. Right now, I wanna focus on you.”

He sets his dick at your entrance, and for a moment, the lust in his eyes is replaced by worry. “Before we do this, are you sure? There’s no going back after.”

“I’m more than sure.” You smirk, devilish and sex drunk, pressing your heels into his ass. You use your strength to pull him closer as you push forward, both of you sharply exhaling as he glides effortlessly through your wet heat.

Rick’s eyes roll closed. “Fuck Y/N, you’re so tight and warm.”

“Damn, you’re so big,” you moan.

He falls forward, palms flat on either side of your head, and he smiles down at you. He pulls back an inch and drives forward again, slow and steady. You expect him to be a fiend, ravage you like an animal, but he doesn’t.

Rick looms over you, a sweet smile on his face, and he dips to kiss you. Hard but meaningful thrusts snap his hips against yours, and for a minute, it feels like lovemaking.

Maybe it is. Maybe your friendship is what makes it so much more than sex, but right now, all you care about is how good he feels. He fits perfectly, filling you so completely that it’s almost painful when he’s buried to the hilt, but it’s a good sensation— a completion that you’ve never felt before, and even before your climax starts to build, you know you want to do this again and again.

Your alarm violently wakes you up at six, and you fumble around on the nightstand to find the off switch. Two hours was not enough sleep, but the reason for the lack of sleep makes you smile. You roll onto your back and stretch out in a star shape; your legs hurt, and your pussy stings, but it's a welcome ache.

You realize you shouldn’t be able to stretch out without hitting Rick and open your eyes to find his side of the bed vacant.

You silently pray that he’s making breakfast or taking a shower, but something in your gut tells you he’s gone.

“Asshole,” you say aloud once you’ve searched the house and checked your phone for messages.

You will not allow him to ghost you. You call him, not expecting him to answer, but he does after the third ring.

“Hey,” he says.

You can hear the excuse in his tone, and you don’t give him a chance to air it. “Seriously?” you ask. “You’re ghosting me? I can’t believe you! I know it was just a casual thing, but you couldn’t even stick around to give me a ride to work. You're an asshole.”

“One, I'm not ghosting you; I answered your call. And two, are you mad cause I left before you woke up or cause you need a ride to work?”

“Both! And another damn thing...”

“Turn around.”

You turn to see him walking through your front door, juggling two coffees in a holder, a brown paper bag, and his phone.

“I went to get breakfast,” he says, smirking as he approaches you. You can imagine the look of thunder that's on your face, and his smug smile only adds to the annoyance you're not ready to let go of. He could have left a note or something.

You hang up the call and take the bag from him. Rick hovers close to you for a second as if he’s contemplating if he should kiss you or hug you or something. He groans slightly, taking the bag back from you, then sets about emptying it. Silently, Rick hands you a bagel, and you thank him with a small smile. Then you sit in awkward silence, eating and sipping the lava hot coffee.

You take a deep breath, trying to rid yourself of the guilt you feel. “Sorry I called you an asshole.”

“Apology accepted.”

Silence returns, the sound of you both chewing the only noise. You chance a few glances over at him, and each time he catches your eye, you look away. Which is ridiculous, but you feel too exposed, too seen.

Rick sighs, heavy and laden with remorse. “I told you it was a bad idea.”

Shit. You knew you’d have to have this conversation but didn’t think it would happen so soon, and you hoped you’d have more of an idea of how he was feeling before the inevitable ‘what happens now’ talk.

“Do you regret it?” you ask.

“If it’s fucked up our friendship, then yeah,” he says, “that’s the last thing I wanted.”

“That’s just it. I’m cool with being friends still. I don’t want that to change.” You shrug, anxious that you’re about to say the wrong thing, but you have to put it out there. You don’t want any awkwardness between the two of you. “I’m just wondering, well, more like hoping that we can do it again, sometime.”

“Yes, fuck yes! Absolutely.” Rick quickly replies. “Fuck, I was hoping you’d say that.” He gets up from his seat and kisses you, the relief he feels clear in his lack of hesitation. “I think I’ve been holding back from falling in love with you, but after last night, I can’t pretend anymore.” He rambles, “That’s why all the women that came before you were only good for a night or two. I didn’t know it then, but I do now. You’ve been right in front of me this whole time, but it’s like I couldn’t see you.”

“Woo, Rick. What’re you saying?”

He panics, eyes widening as his hands drop from your face. You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. “Nothing. Forget it. I’m just sex drunk still.” He hastily kisses your cheek as he grabs his keys from the countertop and leaves in a whoosh of air as he strides away, heading for the front door. “I need to go shower. I’ll be back to take you to work.”

“Rick, wait,” you call after him. “Let’s talk about this. If this was something more to you, then I want to know.”

He stops with his hand wrapped around the door handle, but he doesn’t turn to look at you. You stand a few feet behind him, frozen to the spot. His head drops, chin resting on his chest. His head shakes and whispers, more to himself than you, “I knew this was a bad idea.”

“You keep saying that,” you groan, “but you seemed fine with it last night.”

“I was, I am. You didn’t do anything wrong,” he assures you quickly.

You watch almost in slow motion as he turns the handle. You're scared that if he leaves, things will never be the same between the two of you.

“Please, don’t leave.” He must recognize the hurt and fear in your voice and slowly spins to face you. “I don’t want you to walk out of here, and us never be the same again, so please don’t. Can you just give me a minute?”

“A minute for what?”

“To let it sink in that we’re both fucking idiots and that we should’ve done this a long time ago.” You step forward and run your hands up his chest, locking your arms around his neck. You tiptoe to reach his eye level and smile softly. “I want you, Rick. I want this, us.”

He captures your mouth in a fervent kiss.

He pulls back way sooner than you’re ready for the kiss to end. “Take off your clothes,” he demands, pulling his own shirt over his head.

You chuckle, “I can’t. I have to go to work.”

“Fuck work, you hate your job anyway.” He bends and throws you over his shoulder, and you let out a squeak of protest. “I have some money saved up. I can take care of you until you find something you love doing more than me.”

Laughing, you grip his ass to keep from sliding off his shoulder as he sprints up the stairs. “Well, then I hope you have a lot of money saved because I don’t think I’ll ever find something I like doing more than you.”

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Breaking Point

Summary: Rick Flag is uptight and it’s abundantly clear he hates you. But loose lips, a mission gone awry and Rick having to save you leads to unexpected confessions that have consequences the morning after.

Warnings: mainly fluff, language, drink spiking, tiny bit of angst, enemies to lovers, bold/flirty reader.

W/C: 4.5k

Characters: Rick Flag, you (no descriptions of body type or ethnicity)

Pairing: Rick Flag x You.

Bingos: @anyfandomfluffbingo // @rickflagbingo Squares Filled:

Fluff - only one bed // “I dare you to kiss me.”

Rick Flag - Mechanic!Rick // “Good to know.”

Notes: Lyrics from Etta James - Breaking Point (I Just Wanna Make Love To You.) For the young'uns I've linked the ad below 😋.

Betas: @cockslut-padalecki - love ya babes // and @lacontroller1991 was kind enough to read through to give some feedback.

Graphics: pic found on google, title card and dividers made by me.

Master Lists: Main // AF Fluff Bingo // Rick Flag

The late afternoon Georgia sun blares down on the black asphalt, causing heat waves on the desolate back road with no sign of any other people as far as the eye can see. Of course that’s where your government issued SUV had broken down. You’d tried to convince Rick to take your flat top, but no he followed the rules, as usual.

But now here you were, smoke billowing out of the exhaust, even after the engine had been shut off and Rick bent over the hood attempting to fix it.

It was like a damn Diet Coke commercial. Sweat made his skin glisten, grease smeared his cheek and every time he swallowed a mouthful of water you’d watch a bead of sweat trickle down his throat into his shirt. The white t-shirt he wore was soaked through, it clung to him in all the right places and the sweat made it practically transparent. You wished he’d just take it off already, but he wouldn’t, because Rick Flag is wound too tight.

For as long as you’ve worked together he’s always been uptight. Never broke any rules, never deviated from the plan unless absolutely necessary and even then he grumbles about it all the fucking while. So when the black SUV broke down a hundred miles from your destination, you knew you’d never hear the end of it.

He straightens and puts his hands on his hips, lips pursed while he glares at the uncooperative vehicle as if his scowl will jump start it to life once again. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t. He tilts his head back, and the sun shines down on him making the beads of sweat look like tiny diamonds are dancing on his skin, he brings the water bottle to his lips and the song from the commercial starts playing in your head.

I don't want you to be no slave

I don't want you to work all day

But I want you to be true

And I just wanna make…

“Hey, Colonel Y/L/N,” he calls out, interrupting your perfectly good fantasy.

You’d lost interest in helping a while ago and wandered into the line of trees to find some shade and a better angle to ogle your colleague. He lifts the hem of his t-shirt and bends to wipe his brow, giving you the quickest glimpse of his abs.

“Are you not an engineer?” Rick asks as if reminding you.

You were indeed the engineer, but you knew, even if you found what the problem was, you’d never get the hybrid vehicle working without the specific computer programme you didn't have with you.

“That’s what they pay me for,” you smile.

“So why am I the one sweating my ass off in the Georgia heat trying to get us back on the road?”

“‘Cause,” you say, strolling toward him, “you’d have made one fine ass mechanic in another lifetime,” you wink. “And I like to see you sweat.”

“Don’t make me write you up for inappropriate conduct,” he warns, wiping his dirty hands on a rag.

You roll your eyes. “Jesus you’re extra uptight today!”

“Ah fuck off,” he groans, throwing the rag onto the engine, “we’re screwed and you know it! We’re a hundred miles away from where we need to be and Waller is gonna have my ass ‘cause of it.”

“She understands cars break down, Rick,” you say, “if anything she’ll blame the tech guys for not running a full diagnostic check before they gave us the keys.”

He nods, but his annoyance is evident. “Answer for everything, right?”

You shrug, “pretty much.”

He smirks, fully knowing his remark will get under your skin, “except that time in Quebec.”

It has the desired effect and you want to slap him for bringing it up but that’s what he wants. A reaction. So you give him your own sardonic smirk. “It worked out in the end.”

“I forgot, you're laid back, don’t give a crap, go with the flow, Y/N.” It's not a compliment, it's a sarcastic assessment of your attitude.

“Better than being the highly strung teacher's pet.”

It’s not the first time you’ve had this particular fight and it always ends with Rick giving you the silent treatment, which is fine cause it means you won’t have to listen to him grumble about the plan going awry.

“It’s too hot for this shit!” you say and walk to the trunk.

“Where’re you going?” he asks, watching you grab your bag and head off in the direction you’d come from.

“We passed a town about five miles back,” you call over your shoulder. “I’m going to find a motel.”

“We need to wait here for evac.”

“Seriously, Flag?” you ask, spinning to face him. “We’re on a recon mission, the idea is to be stealthy, stay under the radar. The guys that are already there will have to do a double shift cause I’m not walking a hundred miles to get there, and it’s not like Waller can fly a chopper in and drop us off. I’m sure there’s a garage or a car rental place, we can get going again at first light tomorrow.”

He ponders for a moment and you can see he doesn’t want to agree with the plan, simply because you thought of it. But you don’t wait for him to agree, he doesn’t have to, you’re going whether he follows or not. He can explain to Waller why the team split up.

You're maybe fifty feet from the car by the time he jogs to your side, bag slung over his shoulder.

“Oh-five-hundred start,” he demands, lips set in a straight line.

“Sir, yes, sir,” you salute unnecessary, he doesn’t out rank you. In fact you have more field hours logged than him, a fact you like to rub in whenever the opportunity arises and you always make sure it does.

The motel isn’t exactly the Ritz but you haven’t seen any rodents or cockroaches so it could be worse, you guess. The clerk, obviously reading Rick’s hostile body language, explained, “there’s a cowboy convention over in the next town, so we only have one room left with one bed.”

You’d flashed Rick a look over your shoulder and he looked hella pissed, “you can always go sleep in the car,” you suggested.

“Whatever,” he said and left the office. You handed your card over to the clerk and offered an apologetic smile.

“I’ll flip you for it,” you said to Rick as soon as you entered the room.

“You can take the bed, if I can have the first shower,” he’d countered. It was more than fair trade so you’d agreed. But regimented as he is, he was in and done within ten minutes.

The water was hot and the pressure was adequate so you feel surprisingly refreshed after your walk back into town.

Rick’s at the small kitchen table when you exit the bathroom after your indulgent - longer than ten minutes - shower. He looks up at you but doesn’t comment on the tight jeans and simple white t-shirt you’re wearing.

Finally, the Diet Coke commercial fantasy is complete and you thank the Georgia heat for being unbearable enough that he’s not wearing a shirt. But as relaxed as he looks, shirtless and sockless feet kicked up on the table, he’s still in work mode studying surveillance photos. You shake your head but bite your tongue about reporting him for inappropriate attire while on a mission.

You go back and forth from the bathroom, repacking your stuff so you can sleep in as late as possible and not have to worry about packing in the morning when you feel his eyes stalking your back and forth.

It’s not until you’ve put your boots on and slip into your favorite leather jacket he finally asks, “where’re you going?”

“The bar across the street,” you tell him, putting some cash and your card in your back pocket.

“We’re working.”

“Our job was to watch the Michaelson’s house,” you spread your arms wide and spin in a full circle, “I don’t know if you noticed, but this isn’t the Michaelson’s house! So I'm taking a few hours off and going to get a drink. I’m buying if you’re brave enough to join me.”

He chews the inside of his cheek, and for half a second you think you may have goaded him into joining you but he shakes his head, “I’m good.” and he goes back to studying.

“Don’t you ever let loose, Flag?”

He sighs, frustration and a hint of disbelief you’d even ask the question. “Yeah, of course I do, when I’m back home with my buddies.”

“And when do you ever take time off to go home?”

Rick holds your gaze for the longest moment, doing the mental math of the last time he was home. He looks down at his lap and you pity him. “It’s been a while.”

You know why it’s been a while. He broke up with June. Rumours flew around headquarters around about the same time his demeanour changed and it solidified the gossip. After that, he kept himself occupied with work, taking mission after mission without a break. It’s that thought that makes you realize you don’t want to be that person. All about the job.

“Y’know what,” you say, “you can take the bed.” He looks up at you confused and you continue with a wink, “I’ll find someone else to bunk with.”

“Y/N, we’re on a mission.”

“Don’t worry, Flagster, I’ll be sure to sneak out and be back by five.”

He grits his teeth at the use of the nickname he hates and you take that victory with you as you head for the door.

“Y/N, that’s a dumb move,” he warns, “what happened to being under the radar?”

“I can be under the radar and under someone at the same time,” you wink over your shoulder, “I’m talented like that.”

“Y/N,” he calls.

“Either come with me and keep me out of trouble or rat me out to Waller, those are your choices.”

“You’re really fucking annoying, you know that?”

You roll your eyes, “and you’re really fucking boring. Don’t wait up, Dad.” And with that you breeze out the door.

Forty minutes later Rick walks into the bar, grumbling to himself about it being a bad idea. He spots you immediately, front and centre in the five rows of line dancers doing a simple square dance to a catchy country pop song. You’re wearing a brown leather looking stetson and he wonders which cowboy you’ve chatted up to get it.

He ignores the jolt of jealousy the thought invokes and finds a seat at the end of the bar.

“Club soda,” he tells the barman and settles in for a long night. He knows you’re not going to leave until you’ve had your fun, but he’s not going to let you have enough to be hung over tomorrow. And yes, okay, he wants to make sure you don’t go home with someone else. He tells himself it's for the good of the mission, he’s doing his duty by having his partners back but it’s a lie. After you left the motel room, the idea of you screwing someone buzzed around his head like a swarm of bees and the sting of envy grew too much to ignore.

He’s disappointed but isn’t surprised you don’t notice his presence right away. You're too busy having a good time, dancing and singing and you think he’s boring. So why would you even bother scanning the room for him when you never expect him to show up?

A woman you’ve befriended hands you a shot of something; tequila from what he can gather in the poor lighting and you shoot it back without a second thought. Your face scrunches when the bitter taste hits and you shake your head, tongue sticking out once you’ve swallowed.

Rick can’t help but laugh at the gesture and while he continues to chuckle, your new friend leans closer to whisper something in your ear.

Suddenly your gaze finds him and he raises his glass to you with a small nod of his head. You do a little excited skip and your face breaks into a smile before you rush toward him and his stomach flips that you seem genuinely pleased to see him.

He laughs watching you navigate the tables and people, a little unsteady on your feet and he questions how much you’ve had to drink in the forty minutes before he arrived.

You wrap your arms around his neck and smosh his face against your chest as soon as you reach him. “Yay, Rick is here,” you sing.

He laughs and manages to free himself from your too tight grip but it confirms his suspicion that you’ve definitely had your fill of booze and it’s time to rain on your parade. Then he sees the adorable goofy smile you have for him and it gives him pause. You’ve never looked at him like this before. It’s rare you even genuinely smile in his direction let alone look at him as if he’s just hung the moon.

“Y/N,” he says and watches as you sway unsteadily. He cups your face and dips to look directly into your eyes. Your pupils are blown wide, barely any color left and now he understands the dopey smile. “Fuck, have you taken something?” Even as he asks he knows the answer, you’re carefree and don’t give a shit but you’re not stupid. Before you can answer he continues, “who brought you the drinks?”

He scans the room to see if anyone is watching and he notices a hatless cowboy averting his attention elsewhere when Rick catches his eye.

“Motherfucker,” he spits. He throws some cash on the bar, and knocks the dumb fucking hat off your head before wrapping an arm around your waist. “C’mon, it’s time to go.”

You don’t put up a fight as he marches, part carries you back to the motel and he realizes it's the first time you’ve never fought him on something. You're always clashing over seemingly trivial stuff and he admits it's mostly down to him, but it’s easier that way.

“You awake, Y/N?” he asks as you stumble up the curb outside the room.

You mumble something incoherent and he scoops you up, bridal style for the last twenty feet or so.

You wrap your arms around his neck and lean your head on his shoulder. “Woo, where’d the floor go?” you ask in a sleepy whisper.

He laughs. It’s not funny that some asshole spiked you but the danger has passed. He’s got you and he just needs to keep an eye on you while you sober up.

“You have a nice laugh, Flag. It’s all floaty and sweet.”

“Oh someone’s floating, alright, but it ain’t me,” he says, managing to wrestle the door open without putting you down. He places you gently on the bed and kneels in front of you, checking your eyes again. The fresh air has knocked some sense back into you, your pupils aren’t as big as they were.

“You have really pretty,” you stare into his eyes and it seems the word evades you so you wave a hand around their general area.

He catches your hand and offers a suggestion, “eyes?”

You snap your fingers and smile, “eyes! You have really pretty eyes.”

“Good to know,” he smirks. Whatever they used to spike your drink has given you loose lips and Rick can’t say he minds this version of you.

“Well you have really pretty everything, eyes, nose, arms, abs.”

“Please stop talking,” he begs but his cheeks are tainted pink.

“Okay, well that’s wrong, not everything cause I haven't seen everything cause you won’t let me, but my imagination is pretty good, and oh boy have I imagined it.”

“Y/N,” he cautions and quickly clamps a hand over your mouth, “you gotta stop.” You mumble something he doesn’t quite catch and reluctantly he releases you.

“I’ve imagined that too, you gagging me…”

“Y/N!” he shouts and stands up. You stare up at him like a little lost puppy he just kicked and he hates that he gave you the expression, but he really can’t take your flirting anymore. “Stop it, seriously!”

He waits a beat to make sure you’re not going to fall then goes to the fridge and grabs a bottle of water.

“Why’d you hate me Rick?”

He doesn’t acknowledge he heard you, instead unscrews the lid, picks up your hand and pushes the bottle into it to make sure you have a good grip. “I need you to drink this,” he says.

You shake your head softly. “But it’s so much hotter when you do it.”

He feels his brow crease and you seem to have enough sense left to understand he’s confused.

“Earlier today, when you were fixin’ the car,” you elaborate, “or at least trying to fix the car.” he rolls his eyes, even under the influence of god knows what you can’t help but tease him. “You were all sweaty and had grease stains on your face and every time you swallowed…” your gaze filters down to his throat and he watches you swallow and bite your lip before you seem to remember you had been talking. “I was jealous of every drop of sweat that got to touch your skin and I so desperately wanted to lick…”

Your hand reaches out and your fingers follow the same trail down his neck to the collar of his t-shirt but before you can go any further he catches your hand and holds it still.

“Stop,” he demands.

“You really do hate me, don’t you?” you decide.

He shakes his head, very slowly to make sure the message registers and pronounces each syllable perfectly. “I don’t hate you.”

“Really?” you ask, brow raised high, “cause you’re always on my ass, arguing with me, undermining me, and don’t think I don’t know you asked Waller to replace me on this mission. You didn’t want me here.”

“That's true,” he nods in agreement and he feels guilty that you know that detail, “but it’s not ‘cause I hate you.”

“Then what is it?”

He sighs. “I’m not doing this, can you just trust that I don’t hate you?”

“Nope,” you pop the p, shaking your head and pouting like a toddler. “You hate me, I know it. I can feel it in my bones, and other places but that’s inappropriate conduct,” you sneer in a terrible rendition of his voice.

“Y/N, this isn’t the time or place and even if it were, what does it matter? You're so high, you probably won’t remember.”

“Then this is the puuuuurfect time and place,” you sneer, “cause if I don't remember you can go back to hating me.”

“Fine,” he growls. He hates that you're so stubborn and won’t let it go but as much as he hates to admit it, your logic is spot on. If you won’t remember tomorrow what difference does it make if he tells you? “I’ll tell you but I need you to lay down for me.”

You eye him suspiciously but concede because you really do feel sleepy. “I’m not letting you get away with this Flag.”

“I know,” he nods and unzips your boot, “I promise as soon as your head hits that pillow, I’ll explain everything.”

You slowly lower yourself to lay flat, “Okay, I’m down. Go.”

He chuckles but unzips your other boot and pulls it off. “I don’t hate you, it’s the opposite of hate actually. I like you, more than I should. But I’ve been down that road, office romances don’t work,” he says, gently tugging the sheets from under you. “But you flirt with me so much it’s getting harder to resist. That’s why I asked Waller to put someone else with me for this mission.” He readjusts your legs so they're tucked under the covers. “I didn’t want to be stuck in a small room with you for forty-eight hours with no one to distract me. So no, Y/N, I don’t hate you,” he admits, smoothing a hand down your cheek. “But I’m trying my damn hardest too.”

“That’s dumb,” you say, “you like me so you make out like you don’t cause you’re trying to hate me.”

“Exactly,” he laughs and shrugs his shoulders, “I didn’t say it makes sense. I’m just trying to protect myself.”

“Protect yourself from what?”

He drops to a seat on the edge of the bed beside you and gives a pitiful smile. “Heartbreak, I guess.”

“I’m not June,” you say and he’s not so sure he likes your loose lips anymore. “It’s not fair of you to tar me with the same brush just cause she broke your heart.”

“I know,” he sighs but doesn’t say anymore. Your eyes droop closed and finally he thinks you’re going to fall asleep and that this will just be a hazy memory tomorrow that hopefully you won’t be brave enough to mention.

“So in conclusion,” you start, voice riddled with the tiredness that you're fighting, “you don’t hate me?”

“I do not hate you.”

“Prove it.” You ponder for a moment, your drug-addled brain trying to think of a logical way he can prove himself. Then it’s like a light pings on and you open your eyes to challenge him. “I dare you to kiss me.”

He stares at you for the longest time, and he hates that he contemplates doing it. It wouldn’t be right. Not in the state you’re in. He knows it’s not what you meant, but he leans in and kisses your cheek. “I’ll kiss you tomorrow, I promise,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, “if you still want me to.”

You sigh heavily through your nose, “so boring, Flagster.” but your eyes are already slipping closed and you shiver.

“Are you cold?” he asks, ignoring the nickname he hates.

“Yeah, cold,” you say softly. “Keep me warm.”

That’s something he can do, so he walks around the bed to get under the covers on the other side and drags you back to rest against his chest, squeezing you as tightly as he can.

You can tell from the light seeping in at the edges of the curtains that it’s way past five when you wake up. But Rick’s arm is draped over your stomach and you can feel the rhythm of his steady breathing against your back. Why did he let you sleep in? There’s no way in hell Rick Flag forgot to set an alarm so why do the red digits on the clock on the nightstand read a little after seven thirty?

As gently as you can you turn over onto your back and Rick’s slumber is picturesque. It's the most relaxed you’ve ever seen him and it's an image you want to hold onto for as long as possible. His lips are slightly parted, no wrinkles of a furrowed brow mar his features or crinkle his eyes at the corners and it takes all of your willpower not to reach out and stroke a hand down his cheek just to make sure he’s real.

You're curious to know why he’s in the bed with you, not that you mind, but answers can wait. You can’t resist smoothing your hand down his arm that’s still over your stomach, but when your fingertips reach his knuckles you feel the broken skin and he stirs at the sting your touch must produce.

His eyes flutter open and god damn he’s pretty. No man has any right being that pretty and the song plays in your head again.

I don't want you to be no slave.

That’s a lie, you’d happily let Rick be your slave.

“Morning,” he mumbles and his slight smile seems hesitant.

“Morning to you,” you say. “Why are we still in bed?”

He shrugs one shoulder, “I told Waller you had food poisoning and that she’d have to send someone else to cover us. Figured you could use the sleep.”

He’s covered your asses with Waller and he’s not pissed about it. Curious. The dots still haven’t quite connected so you lift his hand to look at the injury. Bruised knuckles and broken skin, he’s clearly been in a fight. “What happened?”

“I had a bit of unfinished business with a cowboy.”

Cowboy. The name ignites a flurry of memories that flash through your mind like a lightning storm and everything makes sense now.

Rick must have left after you’d fallen asleep, you recall hearing a door close but it’s fuzzy, the memory feeling like a dream. However, it clearly wasn’t, Rick left to track down the cowboy and beat some manners into him.

“Flag, you could get in serious trouble for that.”

“I know,” he sighs as if he doesn’t care, “but he deserved it.”

You nod. The asshole one hundred percent deserved it and you dread to think what would have happened if Rick hadn’t shown up. You lift his hand to your lips and kiss each bruise and cut. He hisses at the worst one on his middle knuckle and you blow gently on it to dull the sting.

“So,” you say after a quiet moment. Keeping your focus on his hand you point out, “it’s morning.”

“So it is,” he agrees.

You turn your head enough to look at him. “You made me a promise.”

The air gets sucked from the room and all you can hear is the hammering of your own heart against your chest. Rick studies your face, perhaps wondering how much you truly remember or if you're still under the influence. The longer the silence prevails and Rick contemplates whatever it is he’s thinking, panic sets in that he’s going to brush it all off and tell you to forget everything he said. You can’t and you won’t.

“Ask me again,” he says so softly you’d have missed it if you hadn’t seen his lips move.

Relief floods you, it’s not that he doesn’t want it, he wants consent. He needs to know you really want it and it wasn’t some drug induced blunder. So you repeat your same words from the night before, “I dare you to kiss me.”

He props himself up on his elbow and he’s still hesitant as he leans over you. He presses his lips to yours softly and you wrap a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He deepens the kiss, sweeping his tongue over your bottom lip. He lets out a throaty moan when your tongues meet and his hesitation disappears. Rick pulls your body beneath him and he swirls his hips so you can feel how aroused he is.

He breaks the kiss way sooner than you’d have liked but he’s smirking down at you, “does this prove I don’t hate you?”

You hum and copy his teasing smirk, “maybe, but keep going just so I can be sure.”

“Yes ma’am,” he laughs and dips to kiss you again.

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