#rick flag Drabble

[princessmisery666]

For make up title game: "I Would Do Anything For Love.... Including That"

Rick Flag x Reader.

Not beta’d. posted from my phone sorry if formatting is off.

You're pouting, full on toddler pouting because you think it will help sway Rick’s decision.

Rick knows he’s going to agree, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you, including what you’ve asked of him, despite the shit he knows he’ll get from Task Force X. But it will be worth every joke he receives because he likes the way you beg. The imploring tone you use, pressing your body against his, running your hands up and down the exposed skin of his arm, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear. It sets him ablaze and he has to swallow down a groan.

If that weren’t enough to make him agree he especially loves that in order to get what you want you bribe him, offering him something he wants in exchange for something he’d do for free because he just wants to spend time with you.

“So I wear this to the movies?” Examining the multicoloured hoodie, “and you’ll come to the weapons seminar with me?” He asks, setting out the deal.

“Yes,” you say, looking up at him from under your lashes. “I promise.”

He’s getting the better half of the deal, spending eight hours giving lectures to rent a cops and then spending his evenings with you in exchange for him wearing a piece of clothing and sitting through a movie.

He sighs, faking that it’s an inconvenience but it’s really not. “Fine.”

“Yay,” you squeal, jumping up and kissing his cheek, “you're the best.” You skip toward the locker room, excitement not allowing you to keep your feet on the ground.

Rick watches you go, sighing sadly this time, “I love you.”

Though he’s not sure you haven’t already figured it out, maybe he’ll find the courage to tell you that soon. For now he’ll keep showing you, the best way he knows how.

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First, you feel him.

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

He always does.

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

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

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A Picture's Worth 1000 Words (Rick Flag Drabble)

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Summary: It was an accident, something you were never supposed to see. However, when you borrowed Rick's notebook, you never imagined what you would find inside it.

Word Count: 950

TW: Fluff, Love Confession

Alt. POV Rewrite

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sunset Over the Hill (Rick Flag x F!Reader)

Requested by @a-reader-and-a-writer :"It's pretty nice, this thing we've got going on."

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Warnings: maybe a couple of bits of language here and there, some light drinking, pregnancy

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The chair Rick sits in creaks against the floorboards as a soft breeze blows across his face. The glass of whiskey in his hand slightly drips with condensation against the porch. He finally did it. After years of his life dedicated to serving his country, he finally managed to escape the government and escape Amanda Waller. He finally managed to escape his soldier life and build a home with you.

And it feels damn good.

His blonde hair, now sparse with bits of grey, moves with him as he turns his head and faces you, two plates of food balancing in your hands. Rick quickly takes one out of your hand before you take a seat next to him and let out a sigh of content. A comfortable silence falls between the two of you as the food in your laps cools down slightly. Rick's eyes gaze over the land in front of him, wheat in the near distance glowing a bright gold from the setting sun and the grass that covers the hills now a topaz shade instead of its normal green hue. Overall, it's peaceful on the farm and Rick would not have it any other way.

"It's pretty nice, this thing we've got going on," he breaks the silence, grabbing his fork and pushing around the food before taking a mouthful and savoring the taste of your home made meals. "I think I could live forever here."

You let out a chuckle, rubbing your belly as you look out in the distance. You wanted to build your house away from the city. Away from people. Away from the life you both left behind. "I sure hope so, hon. I don't think I want to build another house. Not for a while."

Rick leans over and places a hand on your enlarged stomach and mindlessly rubs the clothed covered skin. "Yeah, I don't think I'd want to move either. I wanna raise our kids here." He presses a kiss against the bump before returning to his food. "I also don't wanna go back to prepackaged food."

"Don't worry, Rick. You won't have to. We'll stay here, forever."

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Congrats on 500 followers!! You deserve approximately a million more! I know I’m still new around here, but I’d love to request a drabble for your celebration! Rick Flag, fluff, one bed, hotel (I’m a basic hoe when it comes to him 😅)

Unfair | Rick Flag x F!Reader

500 Follower Celebration

Word Count: 728 words

Warnings: A touch of spice

A/N: Thank you so much @forever-a-night-owl ! I'm not sure how well I delivered on the fluff, but I had so much fun with this!

“This is so unfair,” you groan, following your commanding officer along the dimly lit corridor of the budget hotel’s seventh floor. “It’s like having to sit next to the teacher on a school trip.”

“Would you give it a goddamn rest,” Rick grunts, dragging both his luggage and yours across the ugly worn carpet. “This ain’t exactly what I imagined, either. But it’s just for one night. ‘Sides, would you rather be back in your cell?”

Harley’s shrill cackle fills the air. “Ya know sweetie, you could always smother him in his sleep. We promise not to tell.”

The rest of the squad trails behind you, similarly bickering about the sleeping arrangements for the night and debating who has drawn the shortest straw. As if ARGUS was really going to pay out for you all to enjoy individual rooms. Rick had already reminded you to be grateful to have a hotel room at all. In this line of work, you are rarely afforded such luxuries.

“Don’t tempt me, Harls." You smirk over your shoulder at the blonde villain. "Sure you don't wanna swap? Think I'd rather share a room with Boomer.”

Harley snorts. "No chance. Flag's such a drag. You'll be tucked up in bed and lights out at nine."

“This is us.” Ignoring Harley’s thinly veiled insult, Rick stops abruptly in front of Room 77 and reaches into his pocket. "The rest of your rooms are straight ahead. For the love of god, try not to break anythin'. We ship out at 0500 hours."

Leaning against the wall while Rick fumbles with the key, you fold your arms and shoot Harley a resigned grimace. "Have fun. Know I sure won't."

Harley offers you a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before sashaying away with Boomer and the others in tow.

Exhaling a long breath as your teammates disappear along the hallway, you turn your attention to Rick. He’s still having trouble with the door. “Give it here.” You snatch the key from his broad hands and jam it into the lock. A couple of twists and a well-placed shove with your shoulder has the door flying open. “Magic.” You flash him a grin and stride inside.

Like the rest of the building, the room is small and dated. A solitary queen-sized bed takes up most of the space. “Cosy,” you remark, flopping down onto the bed. A large brown watermark stains the corner of the ceiling; pretending not to notice, you close your eyes.

The door slams shut in Rick’s wake and a moment later you hear him drop the bags. “Think they bought it?” you wonder, cracking open one eye just in time to find him approaching the bed.

Rick’s tall figure looms above you, his customary frown melting into a soft smile before he sits down beside you. The bed sinks beneath his weight. “Oh, they bought it alright. You’re a pretty convincin’ actress.”

“I didn’t hurt your feelings, did I?” You reach out and squeeze his thick muscled thigh. “I was only joking about Boomer. I hear he snores worse than you do.”

“Careful, darlin’.” In the blink of an eye Rick shifts position so that his huge body is hovering over you, biceps straining under the tight black t-shirt as he cages you against the bed. That muscled thigh is now wedged firmly between your legs. “It’s not too late for me to assign you to a room with Blackguard.”

Biting your lip, you temper down the urge to laugh. This wouldn't be the first time you’d called his bluff. “We both know that’s not gonna happen.” 

Rick’s expression darkens, sending a familiar rush of heat straight to your core. “You’re right. I’m keepin’ you all to myself tonight.” He leans down further, until his lips brush your own, just the ghost of a kiss.

“Guess Harley was right when she said it would be lights out at nine,” you muse.

“Oh no, darlin’. The lights are stayin’ on. I wanna see all of you.”

It’s all you need to hear. Grabbing Rick by the collar of his shirt, you tug him down until you feel the delicious pressure of his hips against yours. 

Rick’s lips trail a path along your jaw, before he whispers into the shell of your ear. “Know you’re gonna have to be quiet, right?”

“I can be quiet, Flag. The question is, can you?”

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“I can’t believe I did this again.” / “I can’t believe we did this again.” With rick from the morning after prompts?

rick flag x argus agent!reader - smut - 680 words - warnings: nudity. kissing. touching. mentions of drunk sex. Post SS2016.

"Shit. Shit! Get up." Rick jolts as you smack his side, startling him awake. He strains to sit up slowly- much slower than you'd like him to be moving. In fact, you'd much prefer it if he were hauling ass.

"Where's the damn fire, lieutenant." He rumbles blearily. Rick grunts when his black t-shirt suddenly winds up covering his face. You make a flurry of the discarded clothes on the floor as you try to distinguish his fatigues from yours.

"New briefing. Just got the alert from Waller." You snap. You pause long enough to scrub the sleep from your face. Your head is pounding, and you can tell by the lethargic way the colonel drags his large frame out of bed he's a little worse for wear too. "Fuck! I can't believe we did this again. On base this time."

Rick has the audacity to smirk as he slips his shirt over his head.

"We weren't complainin' last night."

"I can hardly remember last night." You lie.

You can recall with certain albeit tipsy clarity of Rick Flag shoving open the door to your modest room- of his strong arms throwing you onto the bed as you tore at one another's clothes in between fevered kisses.

You were so firm on your stance about never winding up like this with Rick again before every mission. But the after—

Goosebumps raise across your forearms as flashes of last night come back to you. How full and stretched you felt with Rick's broad body thrusting heavily between your legs over and over. How he swallowed up every loud moan that ripped through you when he wasn't laving that damn tongue down your neck and over your sensitive breasts.

You clear your throat, shaking the image and the hot feelings away as best you can. Christ. Someone definitely heard the two of you last night.

Rick says nothing as he methodically puts one leg into his black uniform after the other, finally standing to cinch his belt into place.

You catch a quick glance of his solid back- every wedge of muscle moving sharply under his shirt as he reaches down to pick up his jacket. You swallow and finish tying your laces.

"You should leave first." You say. Rick huffs.

"Nobody cares if we're knockin' boots once in awhile, [y/n]. This operation ain't exactly above board." He reminds you. You frown as he puts his hands on his hips with the air of someone not at all bothered about workplace relations. You respond by crossing your arms firmly.

"Just. Out, alright?" You point to the door. "Meet in the comms room."

That damn smirk again. You turn away as the colonel heads for you instead of the door. Even so, you allow him to slip his arms around your waist, your face heating up as his lips brush your ear.

"You woke me up from a good dream about you, y'know." You gasp minutely as Rick's teeth catch on your earlobe. And when he presses his hips to yours, you feel the hard press of his arousal against you. Something inside you clenches, despite your feigned impatience. "Maybe we could meet up again, if Waller doesn't drag that briefing out."

He waits for your reply. When you don't, his calloused hand catches your chin and carefully draws your lips to his.

"Rick—"

The kiss is slow- tantalizingly slow. Any objection dies in your throat as the familiar wetness of his tongue breaches your lips without resistance, quieting the buzz of work and Argus and everything else in your head until all thats left is need. Rick's other hands drifts up to cup you through your jacket- finally snapping you out of it when an embarrassingly loud moan escapes you.

"Out!"

"Alright, alright I'm goin'." Rick chuckles as you shove him toward the door.

"And hands to yourself at the briefing."

"Yes, ma'am."

"And I want some damn breakfast before we meet back here, got that?"

You ignore the way Rick brightens at that, slamming the door behind him before he can distract you again.

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Home, Sweet Home - Rick Flag

TITLE: Home, Sweet Home || Rick Flag 

FANDOM: “Suicide Squad” Film Universe

CHARACTER: Colonel Richard “Rick” Flag 

PAIRING: Rick Flag + Female Reader 

MAIN STORYLINE: When Rick finally comes back home from another stressful mission, all he wants is to see you smile again. 

Author’s Note: Hi! This quick drabble is dedicated to @lacontroller1991. We love you and thanks for everything. - V. 💜

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2021 

You’re dancing in the bedroom alone while he stands in that door’s threshold. It isn’t long before he puts down his travel bag and crosses both arms, noticing you. 

“Partying without me? Where’s the cooler, darling?” He chuckles to himself as soon as you glance over one shoulder and gape. The biggest smile reaches your face. You then cut off the music, almost running towards him. 

As he embraces you for the first time in months, you’re short enough that your own face can only reach the middle of his clothed chest.

“Hey, Baby.” Smiling again, you look upward towards this beautiful man, hoping to notice those perfect hazel eyes once more. You’ve committed them to memory for the rest of your own life.  

“Missed you.” He clips his words and lifts you in the bridal-style way, no longer allowing your steps to even move along that bedroom’s carpeted floor. That Southern drawl first killed you. Not to mention that an old-time charm lined his manners, rare nowadays.  

“Missed you too.” You tell him right back. In an effort to keep holding him, you wrap both arms around his neck and lean inward, guiding his lips straight towards your own. 

He’s home. Safe and sound. You think to yourself. 

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The Suicide Squad drabble

Written on my phone quickly cause I’m thinking about Rick

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Sure, you got in some trouble…well, a lot of trouble. And going on a mission seemed like a good way to wipe your record clean or get a shorter sentence. Especially a mission led by the one and only Rick Flag. But for a successful mission you need a good team, a solid team, and right now you don’t feel so hopeful about what you see.

As look around the jet, you feel a rock in your stomach. You’ve never seen or heard of most of these people, except for Harley of course. This is one of the saddest Task Force teams you’ve even seen. Not that you thought too highly of yourself, you just didn’t feel so great about this group. Minus one or two of them who may have potential.

Even so, you trusted Rick, and worked under him once before, and Harley could make it out of anything. Maybe this mission would work out, or, if it went south, the three of you would likely be the last ones standing.

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Made Up Fic Titles Game

I posted this - and got loads of asks. It got the muses flowing so wanted to keep a record of them.

I'm leaving this open indefinitely cause it helped so much!!

Send me a made up fic title and I will tell you what I’d write for it/will write a little drabble.

Not beta read unless otherwise stated

Female reader inserts or unnamed female

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

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⭒ danger high voltage

⭒ lover

⭒ free ground

-You’d never known panic like this. You’d never known pain like this. “Rick? Eyes open. Please baby. Come on now.” ” He’s okay. He’s okay.

⭒ hear me

𖤓 @lacontroller1991

⭒ bull ride

⭒ husband for hire

⭒ you’re not bad

𖤓 nothing will ever be the same pt2 by @loverhymeswith

⭒ Jotunheim has fallen and Project Starfish is on the loose, but all you really care about is Rick.

𖤓 already married by @darling-i-read-it

⭒ Rick and the reader are secretly married

𖤓 all settled by @drabbles-mc

𖤓 different by @blackbat05

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

𖤓 love hurts by @coweye

⭒ You and your lover Rick Flag do some squad conflict resolution.

𖤓 hot to go by @seancekitsch

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

𖤓 request by @reveluving

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All I Ever Wanted Was For You to See Me (Rick Flag Drabble)

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag, gn!reader

Summary: Your whole life, all you wanted was for Rick Flag to see you. And you will do whatever it takes for that to happen.

Word Count: 643

TW: Angst, Gun, Gunshot, Reader Death

Growing up, Rick Flag had been your best friend. Up until high school, the two of you had been inseparable. He had been there for you when your parents died and you were forced to live with your aunt whom you despised. He had been there when you broke your arm and no one else cared enough to take you to the hospital. He had been there when you just needed someone to console and comfort you.

But starting in 10th grade everything changed when Rick got his growth spurt and joined the football team. He began pulling away until you felt like a ghost around him. Always there, but he never seemed to notice you anymore. Never seemed to care. And it broke something deep inside you. The one person who had always helped you, who had always cared, just…didn’t anymore. He didn’t even see you. And for the first time in your life, you were truly alone.

But now, for the first time in twenty years, you stood face to face with Rick Flag. And this time, you had made sure he couldn’t ignore you anymore. As soon as the rumors had started around your old hometown that the former football star was now the head of a special government task force taking down extreme threats to national security, you knew what you had to do.

And so, when Rick Flag and the Suicide Squad had arrived to take out the supervillain currently terrorizing New Orleans, he had been shocked to find out their target was his former best friend. Both sides fought hard, but the battle ended with the two of you facing off, one-on-one, just as you knew it would.

At the moment, his gun was pointed directly at your heart, but you could see a slight shake in his grip. He called out, pleading desperately to you, “Please! This isn’t you! Don’t make me do this!”

“You have to choose, Rick! Because I can’t stop, not now. Don’t you see? This is who I was always meant to be. Everybody sees me now! Everyone actually cares what I have to say! And now everyone will fina–” BANG.

You peered down to the hole that had just appeared in your chest. Watched as your blood began soaking your pristine costume. And as your lung began to give out, you stumbled into the wall trying to catch your breath. You looked up in disbelief at your former best friend, shocked that he actually went through with it.

But he looked just as stunned as you felt. He glanced down at the weapon in his hand then turned to look behind him, eyes growing wide at what he saw. “Deadshot! I ordered everyone to hold their fire! What the hell did you just do?”

As Rick and the man who had shot you argued back and forth, their voices faded away and your vision began to grow fuzzy and dark around the edges.

“Rick?” you called out just as you started to collapse to the floor. The colonel managed to catch you just before you hit the ground, pulling you into his lap.

“I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt anyone. All I've ever wanted was for you to see me,” you rasped unsteadily.

Rick ran his hand tenderly across your cheek, brushing away the sweat-drenched hair that clung to it. “But darlin’, I’ve always seen you.”

Your eyes grew wide. “Really?”

Rick nodded, and a radiant smile spread across your face. However, after a moment, the light in your face dimmed and slowly went dark. Rick bowed his head as he gently closed your eyes for the final time.

And as he looked down at your broken bloody body, Rick knew it was going to be a long time before he closed his eyes and saw anything but you.

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Drabbles-MC: Suicide Squad Fics

Fic list under the cut!

👀= smut, 💔= angst

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

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

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

- How It Goes (Rick Flag x Harley Quinn)

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

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

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“ of course i'm a little curious. i've heard great things about you. “ + “ your kiss already gave you away. “ with Rick Flag perhaps? :3 💕 Babs

Curious | Rick Flag x F!Reader

Summary: You cross paths with Rick during a mission, but it's not by chance.

Word Count: 551 words

Warnings: Reader has a nickname

A/N: Thank you for the request @babblydrabbly and thank you for the beta read @a-reader-and-a-writer. I love you guys <3

"So you're the infamous Rick Flag, huh?"

The sound of your voice, soft and sultry, tears Rick away from his vigil across the bar. His eyes land on you, a rapid flash of hazel sweeping along your body, but if he's surprised by your masked appearance, he doesn't let it show. 

Instead, he frowns. "Do I know you?" 

"You tell me."

His brow twitches in obvious annoyance. "Look, lady. I'm not in the mood to play games. If you know who I am, then you know why I'm here. This ain't pleasure. It's business. Move along."

Your own attention drifts to the mark, sprawled out in the booth immediately opposite. Oh, you know why he’s here, alright. Unfortunately for Rick, you've been ten steps ahead of him and Amanda Waller for months now, and you're loving every minute of it.

You smile wide, a Cheshire cat grin. "The question is, do you know why I'm here?"

"I really couldn't give a shit."

"You're not even slightly curious?" you purr, leaning closer towards him. Oh, but he's so much fun to tease.

"Not even slightly." He angles his body away from you, studiously attempting to refocus on the mark. 

Unfazed by the less than warm reception you're getting from Rick, you press on, sidling even closer - so close that the familiar scent of his cologne fills your lungs. When it comes to Rick Flag, some things never change.

"Of course, I'm a little curious," you inform him, matter-of-factly. "I've heard great things about you."

Exhaling heavily - wearily - Rick turns back to face you, just in time to catch your gaze dragging slowly over his body. "I don't know what you've heard, but you should know one thing. I won't hesitate to put scum like you behind bars. Whoever you work for and whatever it is you think you're doin', take my advice and get the fuck outta here, before I make you."

"Oh, come on now. That's no fun." You pout. "You should know, I'm not just one of those common criminals that you and your boss like to play soldier with. I'm not just some gun for hire. I'm so much more than that."

Before he can escape your reach, you surge up and plant your mouth over his, surprising him with a deep and claiming kiss. You can only assume he's startled, because he doesn't pull away instantly, not even when you press your hips against his and slip your fingers through the silky strands of his hair.

You're not in the habit of losing yourself to handsome men in bars, but for Rick Flag, it would be so easy to make an exception.

When you finally detach yourself from his lips, he catches you by the wrist, spinning you back around and tugging you firmly against his chest. His breath is hot against the nape of your neck as he murmurs, “Nice try, Lynx."

Pouting again, you twist your head to stare up at him, only mildly surprised to hear your name in that honey-sweet southern drawl of his. "So you did know it was me." You drop the sultry tone, returning to your usual timbre. "What gave me away? Was the mask not good enough? I liked this one."

"Your kiss gave you away, darlin'. It always does."

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Can I request "I love your bedhead" with Rick Flag? Please and thank you!

Bedhead

rick flag x reader - general - 540 words - warnings: nekkid rick and reader. smooching.

You stare in quiet awe at Rick's relaxed face just a few inches from yours.

It's oddly perfect— the morning light in the window. And the way it filters through the sandy golden hair growing longer on his head than you're used to. You still don't know what compelled him to stop slicking it back the way you've known him to do during your time at Argus. But you love every odd angle and tuft that juts out in his sleep nonetheless.

Rick's bare chest rises and falls steadily. You rest your face in the crook of your arm as you continue to watch the man, fascinated. Captured. He was so stoic when he was awake.

The thought occurs. Here beside you, Rick Flag looks at peace.

You keep yourself utterly still as you lie down on your belly, as if a single breath too loud might stir him.

Eventually, unfortunately, stir he does. Still you crack a smile as the colonel clears his throat softly in his sleep. His closed eyes squeeze together before finally prying open. His loud rumble of a sigh fills the quiet room.

Rick blinks at you.

"You're awake." He slurs groggily. True, it was usually him up much earlier than you most days. You watch as his sharp jawline works to unclench itself. "Was I saying anythin'?"

You shrug your shoulders. "Nope. I actually haven't heard you talk in your sleep in awhile, now that you mention it. You sleep okay?"

A wide smile spreads across his lips. The bed dips as Rick shifts over, gathering you up against his chest with one arm. "Always sleep good with you, darlin'."

You huff. Flipping over, you reach up and stick your fingers through his hair. Rick's shoulders seem to relax in response. His eyes already flitting shut again at your touch.

"You stopped buying hair gel. When did that happen?" You finally wonder aloud. It's a random question for so early in the morning. Still, Rick considers it patiently.

He hums. From somewhere between your shoulder and neck, Rick replies with a muffled voice. "Since you said yes to that first date."

You arch a brow. When your fingers stop scratching lightly across his scalp, the soldier makes a grunt of protest.

"What do you mean?" You press, a little surprised. Had you complained about it? Rick's hand reaches up to fold over yours. You feel a sleepy kiss plant itself onto the flesh of your palm.

"Y'said you didn't want to mess up my hair during that night together. Then we showered... Got into bed again..." You flush at the pointed way Rick's leg slips between yours, dredging up the memory of how much your hands had been all over him after that. You feel his sly smile press into your shoulder this time. "Figured you had a preference. Y'just didn't wanna say it."

You shove him lightly- it's hardly enough to budge the hard wall of his chest away. Rick grins this time as your hand returns to his temple and goes back to massaging lightly across his scalp. You scoot up and press your own kiss to the colonel's head, Letting it rest there against his hair.

"Mm. You're right. I love your bedhead."

morning after starters

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I will write headcanons or short drabbles for a specific scenario, or you can request a preference scenario for up to 3 characters from one fandom :)

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Our Flag Means Death (pre season 2): Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet, Izzy Hands.

Game of Thrones: Sandor Clegane, Jorah Mormont, Tormund Giantsbane, Sansa Stark, Brienne of Tarth.

The Hobbit: Thorin Oakenshield, Kili Durin, Fili Durin, Dwalin.

Lord of the Rings: Samwise Gamgee, Pippin Took, Aragorn, Legolas, Boromir, Faramir.

Hannibal (NBC): Will Graham, Hannibal Lecter.

Rick and Morty: Rick C-137, Doofus Rick (J19 Zeta 7).

Doctor Who: 9th Doctor, 10th Doctor, 11th Doctor, 12th Doctor.

Saw: Mark Hoffman, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm.