a collection of fics i’ve read and thoroughly enjoyed all in one spot! read each warning before diving in and please give writers some appreciation for all their hard work by reblogging and/or commenting! ꨄ
free ground I @/foli-vora I S + A I 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 I @/foli-vora I A
bull ride I @lacontroller1991 I S
husband for hire I @/lancontroller1991 I F
you’re not bad I @/lancintroller1991 I C
nothing will ever be the same prequel I @loverhymeswith I S + A I Jotunheim has fallen and Project Starfish is on the loose, but all you really care about is Rick.
for the longest time I @/loverhymeswith I A + C I You find Rick in the ruins of Jotunheim.
i feel you in these walls I @/loverhymeswith I A I A figure from your past reappears.
you can leave your hat on I @/loverhymeswith I F + ~S I Strip poker with the Colonel.
i need you right now I @/lovershymeswith I S
what happens next pt2 I @/lovershymeswith I F + S
call it what you want I @/loverhymeswith I S
‘tis the season pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 I @/loverhymeswith I F I As a nurse, you're not supposed to have favourite patients. But for Rick Flag, you make an exception.
till i see you again I @/loverhymeswith I A I Rick doesn't call you during missions
the business of misery I @/loverhymeswith I F
already married I @darling-i-read-it I F I Rick and the reader are secretly married
all settled I @drabbles-mc I A + F
different I @blackbat05 I F I You were always at odds with a certain Colonel. Will Christmas change things?
love hurts I @coweye I S I You and your lover Rick do some squad conflict resolution.
hot to go I @seancekitsch I S I Rick Flag knows he shouldn't shit where he eats. He 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. He knows he shouldn't take you up on your offer to play a game.
request I @reveluving I F
drown in your body I @/reveluving I S I Benny knows he can only appreciate you from afar for so long, and despite his biggest threats, specifically, your husband and Benny’s own questionable morals, he can’t help but take a quick peek.
closer, closer, closer I @/reveluving I F
pity me, i need you I @ohcaptains I A I you’re not read to say goodbye, not yet.
memory loss I @xu-ren I A
grocery shopping I @/xu-ren I F
twenty four hours I @sebsxphia I S + A I rick has a lay over and meets you in a hotel room.
orders I @fantasylandloser I F + A
drabble I @babblydrabbly I F
stay decent I @drjohncarters I F I keeping your relationship hidden from the team can lead to arguments--fun, staged arguments.
always us I @magicalqueennightmare I F I You and Rick have been best friends through so much but will an undercover mission change everything?
nothing will change I @/magicalqueennightmare I A + F + ~S I What starts off as a friends with benefits situation between you and Rick becomes so much more
i lied I @/magicalqueennightmare I A
feelings I @charnelhouse I A + S
ready or not I @/charnelhouse I A + F + S I It's a mother fucking time loop.
and the high won’t fade here I @/charnelhouse I S I she saves bucky. she saves Rick. there's always a cost though.
all manner of devotion I @/charnelhouse I A + F + S I “I thought you liked nice girls, Flag.”
like the last and the first I @/charnelhouse I S I He fucks like Will.
jealousy I @/charnelhouse I S
home I @/charnelhouse I S
night in I @/charnelhouse I F + S
rescue I @/charnelhouse I A
sex pollen I @/charnelhouse I S
save me pt2 I @/charnelhouse I A + C + S
i’m not sentimental, but I @babblydrabbly I A + F + S I You tried your best not to hold your breath over Rick Flag; This wasn't that sort of relationship. But after one mission in particular you realize that whatever it is you've built with him has meant just as much to Rick as it has to you.
more time I @thatonewastelander I A I Rick Flag Sr finally meets his son's fiancée, unfortunately it wasn't the way either it them had imagined it
you know i’ll always come through for you I @doveypearls I S I after a particularly bad week, the office throws you a birthday party.
heavy skies above I @htchnr I F I Rick orders a Hurricane shot, gets the daylights smacked out of him and decides right then and there that you're the love of his life.
i’m horrendous at finishing fics but this rick fic is turning into a monster!! i’m steadily approaching 10k and i don’t know if the end is in sight… there are just so many scenes i could write and the world building i could do omg (except i’m unfortunately not so creative when it comes to coming up with missions) and the fact that i wanna write a part 2 where reader meets and falls in love with bullseye gahh but here’s an excerpt for now <3
Despite the warm, humid tropical climate, the small bus happens to be a bit drafty back where you are sitting. The window in the row ahead of you is cracked open just annoyingly enough to keep blowing air into your face. You rest one knee against the hard seat and your foot on the floor, hands coming up to press in the locks of the window, but you realize it must be broken after the fifth attempt.
You tried laying your head on the window, falling half-way into the land of dreams, when the ride got bumpy and your head knocked against the hard window. Ouch. So now you’re staring out at the beautiful South American city’s landscape, imagining you’re on some cushy beach holiday instead of a top-secret, American-funded mission you might not return home from.
The odds of survival grow lower in your head each day you wake up. Maybe it should be the opposite, but it seems like everything has been a cake walk up until now. It all feels just a little too foreboding for your liking.
“Can’t sleep?” comes a low, warm voice, attached to the only person that matters here.
You shake your head, laying back onto the leather seat to look up at him. “Almost; my head hit the window when the road got rocky.”
“Poor thing,” he teases, taking his rightful place next to you. He immediately wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling your head onto his chest. “You need your rest. Big day coming up.”
“So do you.”
“I’ll rest when you rest,” he answers pointedly, tightening his hold on you. But despite ten whole minutes passing by, Rick can tell you’re still awake because your breathing hadn’t evened out any. He’s always had a hard time falling asleep before you. “Thinking too hard, darlin’?”
You snort quietly, gently scratching the knuckles trapping you against his torso. “What’s new?”
“What are you thinkin’ then?”
You lick your chapped lips before saying, “I’m thinking we go on a nice vacation after this bullshit. Just the two of us, away from work and any responsibility for the foreseeable future.”
He chuckles, running his free hand along the line of your cheek. “Yeah? Where’d you wanna go?”
“It doesn’t really matter, as long as it’s away and with you.”
He makes a satisfied hum at that answer.
“Where would you wanna go?”
“Somewhere warm,” he starts, lowering his mouth to the shell of your ear, “somewhere with a nice bed.”
“Always thinking with your dick, aren’t you, Colonel?”
Peacemaker chimes in from the seat adjacent to yours, “I don’t think this is the time to be discussing an orgy, while I myself do really enjoy them, but we’ve got a kid and a virgin on board.” Chris leans in with a thoughtful look, lowering his voice. “You know, I actually host great orgies.”
You frown. “Who said anything about an—“
Rick’s face hardens when he turns to look at the offending man. “Say another word, Smith, and I’ll put a bullet in that idiotic brain of yours.”
A/N: Seb (@sebsxphia) sent me song recommendations whilst talking about Rick Flag and inspiration struck me. This is inspired by the song I Know Places by Lykee Li. All mistakes are mine. I enjoyed writing this. I know it’s not perfect, but I’m proud that I’ve gotten back into the writing seat once more. This is for you Seb 💚.
YOU DO NOT HAVE THE PERMISSION TO REPOST/TRANSLATE/FEED MY WORKS INTO AI.
Word Count: 1321
Trigger Warnings: No smut but my blog is 18+ so MDI. Swearing, GN! Reader ( he calls you darlin’), this is description heavy so my bad.
Rick seemed off. His usual laid-back, slightly cocky attitude was gone, replaced with a storm cloud of emotions. The smile he reserved for you wasn’t meeting his eyes. Your heart sank as you approached him.
“Hi, my love.”
His brown eyes met yours, slightly crinkling out of fondness. Your heart warmed at the small sign.
“Hi, darlin’.”
You were sitting next to each other in a dingy bar post mission that went absolutely sideways: civilian casualties that should not have occurred, and a sloppy cleanup job from Waller's crew. Whilst the mission was complete, it was hard to feel accomplished. You knew that Rick was taking it the hardest. He was the team leader; he took every mistake onto his shoulders, whether it was his fault or not. He felt like they were his cross to bear and drag with him. You knew today's events were going to haunt him tonight because you knew it would haunt you, too. You both needed to get out of your heads, out of this space. From the loud crowd and smell of stale beer.
“Let’s get out of here, babe. I know a place.”
Rick quirked an eyebrow. You were in a place that you had never been before. The mission went on longer than it should have, which allowed you to explore during your brief off time. You had heard the locals talk about a lesser-known beach that didn’t get tourist traffic. You thought that sitting by the ocean and smelling the air might help you both feel more grounded.
“Are you takin’ me somewhere to finally off me?”
Slight amusement bled into his tone as he put money on the table to cover your drinks and stood from his seat. You gave him a mischievous grin.
“Maybe. There’s a road and there’s a way.”
You winked and extended your hand out to him to lead him out of the bar. The other members of your team had either gone back to the safe house or were out partying before having to leave in the morning. Once out of the bar, you lead him to a motorcycle that you had “borrowed” from one of the bases you infiltrated. It was the least they could do for the inconvenience they caused by trading in weapons of mass destruction. You handed him a helmet as you climbed on. Rick joined you on the bike, sliding behind you. It was a comical sight with a man who was probably a head taller than you, curling his body around yours as you pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road.
The drive wasn’t long. It was nice to feel the wind wiping past your body and even nicer to feel Rick's large hands wrapped around your torso. His hands were warm and steady, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your torso. You turned onto a road that was more gravel than pavement. You slowed to a stop as you arrived at a makeshift parking lot. It was more of a patch of gravel that had been worn down by locals coming out over the years. You shut the bike off, and Rick dismounted first, with you following after, your hand in his as he steadied you. You could clearly hear waves crashing against the shore, and the smell of salt water filled your nose. Your shoulders relaxed a little as you bent down to take off your shoes, and you gestured to Rick to do the same. No one wanted sandy shoes.
“How’d you find this place?”
Rick slowly took a deep breath and released it. The tension started to drain from his tired body. He loved the beach. He loved the sound of the crashing waves and dug his toes into the sand; it was grounding. He soaked in the feeling whenever he could go.
“Some locals mentioned it, and I thought if I was going to check it out, you had to come with me. This whole mission was a shit show, and I just want to be in a bubble with you before we go back to our reality.”
Rick hummed and linked your hands together, following as you led him down a path to the beach. You felt your feet dig into the sand, and a small smile graced your face. Like Rick, you too enjoyed the beach. The sun was setting over the ocean, casting a deep orange glow over the water. It looked like a painting. You walked closer to the water and sat down far enough away that the waves wouldn’t reach.
Rick gave a low whistle. “This place is beautiful.”
“It is.”
You weren’t really looking out at the ocean; your focus was more on Rick’s profile. His strong jawline, soft lips, slightly crooked nose, and eyes you could lose yourself in. He turned to you, catching your eyes. He looked less world-weary now that he was away from the bar, away from the reality you live in.
“Wish we could stay here forever.”
“We could run away, we’re just pawns in a game that we don’t have to play.”
Rick hummed. “That sounds nice. Seeing you in a swimsuit every day would be a bonus.”
You both laughed. You leaned into him, your shoulders bumping.
“For real, though, have you thought about retiring? Leaving this bullshit behind?”
You had worked for Waller for several years, mission after mission, and you thought more about what life could be like outside of the cage you’re kept in. You were exhausted. You wanted peace. With Rick. In a home to call your own, roots that could grow, no threat of not being alive to see the next day.
“More and more every day. Especially since you came into my life. I think about slow mornings and quiet days. All that domestic shit that I’m sure we’d get bored with but never want to leave.”
You huff a laugh.
“I think it would suit you quite well. Besides, I’m sure we could think of plenty of things to keep our lives interesting. We could get a pet, work our way through a Kama Sutra book, the possibilities are endless babe.”
Giggles overtook you as you thought about what a quiet life could look like with him. You know the high of it would fill you for life. You wouldn’t have to look over your shoulder every second; you could go to a coffee shop or the grocery store without searching for potential threats. You could be you and Rick, two people in love.
Rick’s face finally broke out into a grin at what you said. Yeah, he could absolutely see you both flourishing under a domestic life. He could build you a home to set roots in, and he could have a garden. Do all the things he’s yearned for since meeting you, since loving you.
He wrapped his arm around you, tucking you into his side.
“Let’s do it.”
You blinked at him, shocked. While you were serious, you didn’t think he actually wanted to break free of Waller yet. His sense of duty has always been strong; it’s something you cherished about him.
“I’m serious. I don’t care where we go, how it happens, or what roads we take. I know a guy who can take the chips out, and we can be free.”
Rick’s tone was almost pleading. He was sick of playing soldier; he had done enough for several lifetimes. He was sick of taking orders. Sick of wondering if you both would make it through a mission. He wanted out. He wanted the taste of freedom, being on this beach with you, and talking about your future was giving him. You knew he was serious. You’d follow him until the ends of the earth, so it was easy to say.
“Okay, I’m in.”
You’d find a place to come home to, to unfold to. Together.
summary: 'cool, calm & collected' is how many describe the Flags, and they're right. to a certain degree, at least. (a.k.a some of your & Rick's favourite convos in the family group chat)
warnings: tooth-rotting fluff & humour (ft twin sons Ethan & Richie, daughter Irene & Tofu the cat!)
a/n: made sumn for my rick babes (+ s/o to my girl @lacontroller1991 for the cutest hubby rick ask??? ily) so enjoyed imagining what it’s like to be his wifey and mother of kids eeee <33 love y’all!! don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ
disclaimer!! despite the face claims (joy from rv btw) & running theme here, you are highly encouraged to imagine yourself or your oc as the MC however you see fit!
» wanna read more rick flag fics or anyone by joel kinnaman? check out my j.k. m.list!
↳ january 19th ༉‧₊˚✧
me 🌸 : how's Tofu, kids?
richie : [ sent 3 photos ]
mister e : pretty gud mom
me 🌸 : ??? the last photo??
my beloved ❤️ : @.mister e what did we tell you about putting Tofu on your head
mister e : i told richie it was a bad idea but he didn’t listen 😔
richie : ??? u literally suggested the idea??? 🤨
↳ march 21st ༉‧₊˚✧
me 🌸 : have u guys seen the package i brought in this morning? i ordered a pillow for your sister
richie : [ sent 3 photos ]
richie : dw we gave it to her already
mister e : Tofu also conquered the box just so you guys know
↳ june 5th ༉‧₊˚✧
my beloved ❤️ : store’s got vanilla ice cream but it’s not the one you asked for. is it still okay @.me 🌸?
me 🌸 : more than okay! tq ❤❤
mister e : nvm we bought like, 9 different kinds
mister e : [ sent 3 photos ]
me 🌸 : ? how???
richie : dad drove us to four different stores lol
my beloved ❤️ : i still don't think it's enough
↳ july 4th ༉‧₊˚✧
richie: [ sent 3 photos ]
[ my beloved ❤️ reacted with a ‘ ❤️ ’ ]
[ mister e reacted with a ‘ 🎉 ’ ]
[ you reacted with a ‘ 🥰 ’ ]
↳ july 22nd ༉‧₊˚✧
richie : what do you guys call a fake noodle?
me 🌸 : what?
richie : an impasta
[ my beloved ❤️ has removed richie from the group ]
me 🌸 : RICK
my beloved ❤️ : it’s a little funny, i admit
mister e : heh
my beloved ❤️ : you wanna join your brother, too?
mister e : no sir 🚶
↳ august 6th ༉‧₊˚✧
mister e : [ sent 3 photos ]
mister e : richie, irene and i @ the aquarium + ice-cream and bookstore after
[ you and my beloved ❤️ reacted with a ‘ ❤️ ’ ]
richie : hope the dinner’s going well!
me 🌸 : [ sent 2 photos ]
my beloved ❤️ : [ sent 2 photos ]
my beloved ❤️ : it's going amazing. thank you boys 😌
» juuust in case you're still confused: 'my beloved ❤' is Rick, 'mr e' is Ethan & 'richie' is, well, Richie!
» ❛ fun lil’ trivia about the flags ༉‧₊˚
Irene and the twins have an eight-year age gap!
Richie’s full name is Richard Flag the Third.
Although identical, Richie has certain mannerisms that resemble his father. The same case applies to Ethan, the younger twin, who picks up more of your quirks. Despite that, Richie, usually the photographer of the group, encourages (and even adds to) Ethan’s odd photo ideas.
Sporty ahh kids. All three of them. Need I say more?
Plot: Rick comes back from another assignment at work and makes a big decision.
Genre: Fluff, PG-13
A/N: This can be read as a standalone or a continuation from <Exploring>! Actually, if you visit my Rick Flag masterlist, if you're looking for Dad Rick Flag, I'll recommend reading <Fresh Start> first and go in order until <Exploring>! Feel free to ask me any questions and reblogs are always appreciated!
Tags: @the-slumberparty
Blinking the sleep away from his eyes, Rick reaches out for the familiar body warmth only to be met with an empty bed.
He turns to check the time. 11.40am. Looks like he slept longer than usual. Entering the private contract business wasn’t easy. The week was filled with endless schedules that seemed to never end.
Rick hears a clang from the kitchen and decides that it was time to get out of the comfort of the sheets. Walking down the hallway, he could hear your whisper followed by an outbreak of giggles from his lovely daughter.
He peeks into the living room to see his two boys, Daniel and Robin Flag playing with their figurines. The former teaching his younger brother how to make them stand. Rick smiles and couldn’t be prouder of Daniel. It felt as if like it Daniel was just a baby just yesterday.
Rick continues further towards the kitchen undetected, heart growing at the beautiful sight of his two favorite girls cooking up a storm in the kitchen.
“We don’t want to wake Papa up yet do we?” Rick sees you carefully plating the eggs onto the plate of toast and bacon.
Freya Flag, the oldest of the three shakes her head. She grabs a cup, pouring orange juice into it. “We’re going to surprise Papa!”
“Consider me surprised pumpkin.”
Freya turns around to see Rick standing at the entrance of the kitchen, arms extended. “How about a hug?”
“Papa!” She squeals, attracting the attention of her siblings from the living room. A patter of footsteps could be heard, before all three bodies converge onto Rick.
“Papa! Papa! We missed you!” Freya clings onto Rick like a koala, not wanting to let go anytime soon. “Mama said you were supposed to be back on Tuesday but you didn’t back and I was sad.” Her pout made Rick’s heart melt. Bringing his daughter close, he attacks her with kisses.
“I know, the flight was late so I came back late.” Rick apologizes. His current job was anytime better than being the leader of the suicide squad but if he had a choice, he wouldn’t want to leave his family forever. “I’m sorry pumpkin.”
The children seem to accept his apology as they drag him to the living room. You follow behind with the tray of food that you and Freya had meant to surprise him with.
“Papa! Did you know, Miss Wilson gave me this pencil case as a present because I got the highest marks in spelling?” Freya whips out her prized possession, showing it to Rick who was impressed.
“Did you now? I didn’t know my little girl was a genius!”
Freya beams, satisfied at the compliment. Daniel then lays out his newest figurine collection gifted to him by your parents, telling him about each figurine in detail while your youngest climbs all over Rick.
“All right lightning McQueens,” you chuckle. “How about we let Papa eat first before we continue?”
You settle with Rick at the dining table, watching over your children play with the figurines and toys that were scattered on the sofa.
“Why aren’t you eating?” You see Rick looking at you, plate yet to be touched.
He smiles at you, unable to form words at that moment. But there weren't any words that need to be exchanged between the two of you.
"Maybe I should quit."
"Quit? Did something happen?" After Robin's birth, Rick had bought up the conversation with you, that he was prepared to go back and do what he did best. Minus the superhuman threats he had to face on a frequent basis. You were concerned, but who were you to stop him?
Rick takes a deep breath, looking at his children playing noisily in the living room. Sure, he was used to being away for long periods of time. But this time he wasn't alone. He finally had a family to come back to.
"I just don't want to miss our little ones growing up. I want to be there for them, no matter how big or small. I want to be there for you."
You lean forward, taking his hands into yours. "And you are. You are always there for us. You have no idea how proud the kids are of you. Should have seen Freya telling her friends and teachers all about her daddy. But if you must, whatever decision you make, you have our support."
At this moment, Daniel runs to the table with a ball in his hand. "Daddy! Come and play catch with us!" He takes Rick by the arm, dragging him towards the garden where his older sister and younger brother await excitedly to finally play with their dad.
Rick turns back and you make a shooing movement. "Go! You have been summoned, Mister."
These moments remind Rick that he was so blessed. His children, were so full of life, always giving him the energy that he needed. And you...
You were his rock all these years. When he first met you while volunteering at the children's center, stumbling back after months - away from the clutches of Amanda Waller and created a family that he always wanted.
Focusing his attention back on the kids, Rick puts on the glove.
"Alright, let's play!"
As the kids scramble to their position, he sees you washing the dishes in the kitchen and catches your eye. You can't hear him, but he's sure you know what he's saying exactly.
Summary: you’re on Task Force X, you’re on a mission with Col. Flag when things go wrong, leading him to take you to a safe house. In that alone time some feelings get revealed, and one thing leads to another…
A/N: my first time writing for Rick!! I’m still not over my Rick Flag phase from watching The Suicide Squad so I needed an outlet, here’s what I came up with, hope you like it! Also this kind of trope has definitely been done before and I in no way take credit for that, this is just my spin on it! Hope you enjoy!!✨🖤🥰
This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. If you click ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.
Another day, another mission. This time, however, your team was small. Very small. Just you and Colonel Flag in fact. This mission was more about stealth and strategy rather than heading in somewhere guns a-blazing, as was Harley and Boomer's usual tactics. You and Flag were to break into an abandoned enemy facility and attempt to retrieve any data or info they may have left.
Unfortunately once you got there it turned out that said facility was, in fact, not so abandoned after all. You and Flag were pinned down under a desk, the enemies blocking the hallway and the only way out. There were at least five of them, all with loaded guns, whilst the pair of you were fast running out of bullets and of options.
"Shit" you hear Flag curse to himself as he reloads his gun with his last round of bullets. You knew there was no way you were getting out of this with your guns alone, you needed something else.
"Hey Flag!" you hear one of the men shout. "Tell Waller we're coming for her. We'll kill her and her little band of freaks, starting the pretty one you've brought with you here. There's more where this came from" you hear the man laugh. Shit. They knew who were. And who you were working for, even if it was technically against your will.
You look over to Flag whose face is the perfect picture of rage. You needed to get out of here, time was running out.
An idea strikes you suddenly. It's risky, but would likely give you the break you need to get you and Flag out of here. You knew he wasn't going to like your plan so you decided to just run with it and get it done quickly before he has the opportunity to stop you.
You reach for Flag and grab two grenades from his utility belt. You have just enough time to register the look of confusion and concern before you duck round the desk. You do a quick forward roll to the wall just next to the hallway where the five men were.
"Y/n, what the hell-?" Flag shouts. You don't hear the end of his sentence as you roll forward again, across the hallway gap, throwing the grenades as you go.
Just as you duck into cover behind the opposite wall you feel a sharp pain sting in your shoulder and know you've been hit. Your yelp of pain is cut off as the grenades go off, obliterating the hallway and all five men inside it. You sit stunned, leaning against the wall, your right arm clutching at the wound in your left shoulder. You blink dizzy and confused, the blast from the grenades leaving your ears ringing and your vision blurry.
You see a shape appear in front of you, the blurry outline of a face. You can hear a voice but it sounds distorted and far away. You suddenly feel two hands grab your face, shaking you slightly. You blink several more times and the face in front of you slowly comes into focus. Flag. And it hits you that it's his voice that you can hear, calling your name over and over again. You can see concern and something like anguish plastered on his face.
"Y/n? Y/n? Can your hear me? Hey, hey look at me. Focus on me" he urges you. He sees your eyes start to register the scene, your mind slowly coming back into focus.
"There we go, you can hear me now?" you nod slightly, your face contorting as the movement sends a jolt of pain from your shoulder.
Flag looks down to where your hand is limply holding onto your shoulder, seeing the blood soak through your fingers.
"Fuck" he spits. "Fuck sake y/n." Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as anger spreads across his face again.
He sighs in frustration, grabbing your hand and pushing it harder into the wound, applying more pressure. You yelp in pain again.
"What the hell were you thinking? That was a stupidly risky move" he growls.
"I was thinking it was our only option" you say defiantly.
"It was stupid" he repeats harshly.
"It was pretty much guaranteed we'd die if we did nothing. What I did at least gave us a chance!" You scoff incredulously.
"You shouldn't have done it regardless. I would've come up with something. It's my job. It's my job to protect you. I have to protect you. I can't- I can't imagine..." he rambles quickly, the words seeming to spill out of him almost involuntarily. He ends his ramble with a deep sigh, as if stopping himself from saying anything more.
You're about to prod him, ask what exactly he was going to say when he cuts you off. "Keep pressure on that" he nods towards your bullet wound. Flag rips the hem of his shirt, tearing off a strip which he then wraps tightly around your shoulder in an effort to slow the bleeding. You inhale sharply as he pulls the knot tight.
"That will have to do for now, we need to get out of here before any reinforcements arrive" he huffs. Clearly his anger at you wasn't going to dissipate any time soon. You decided at this point it was probably best to just keep quiet and do as instructed. He was right, you did need to get out of here. You can argue about what you did later. You nod in agreement.
"Can you stand? You're alright to move?" the sudden tenderness in the question takes you by surprise.
"Yeah I think so."
Flag places an arm under your armpit, the arm that did not have a bullet hole in it, and helps lift you to your feet. You grunt in pain as you do so.
"You good?" he checks again, his hands just barely touching the sides of your waist, just making sure you were okay to stand by yourself. You swallow the butterflies blooming in your stomach from his touch. You nod again.
"Yeah, let's just get out of here" you reply. He nods affirmative before heading towards the hallway, making sure you were tucked in close behind him. He grabs one of the guns from the enemy men on the way, taking his military stance, both hands on gun, carefully peaking around each corner before continuing.
You eventually make it out of the facility with no problems. It seems if they did have reinforcements coming they were taking their sweet time. Flag finds a random parked car and jimmies the lock open. You slide into the passenger seat as he hotwires the engine. Within the next minute Flag is speeding down the road, getting you both as far away from the facility as possible.
You didn't even realise you'd fallen asleep until you suddenly blink your eyes open and it's pitch black outside. You can just make out that you're driving down an empty road, completely surrounded by forest on either side.
"Yes ma'am. *pause* I don't think it's a good idea for us to head back to base just yet. *pause* Yes I'm taking her to Safe House J. *pause* Yes of course. I will keep you updated ma'am" you hear Flag talking quietly on the phone.
"Safe House J?" you ask once he's hung up.
"I thought you were still asleep. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you" he responds. You shake your head slightly. "Yeah I'm taking you to Safe House J, it was the closest to our location. We're almost there actually, ETA 20 minutes." You nod again. You try to cover the sharp intake of breath as you feel the pain shoot through your shoulder again. Of course your sound does not escape Flag.
"How you feeling?" he asks.
"I don't know" you answer honestly. "It hurts, but mostly I just feel dizzy and weak."
"You've lost a lot of blood" he sighs and you can hear the genuine concern and frustration in his voice. "Just hold on, we're almost there. We're almost there." You're not sure if he's trying to comfort you or himself.
You start to feel consciousness slip from your grasp again, the world beginning to go blurry as sleep beckons you.
"You'll be okay. You have to be okay" you think you hear Flag mumble to himself. "I won't lose you, I can't lose you..." the whispers swim around your head and you can't tell what's real and what's not. Then suddenly everything is black and silent.
Your eyes start to open, taking a second to adjust to your dark surroundings. You blink a few times before you realise you're staring at an old wooden ceiling. You can feel that you're lying on a bed. You move to sit up when a wave of pain rolls through your shoulder.
"Shit" you whisper to yourself as you finally manage to pull yourself into a seated position, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. Looking over at your shoulder you see that it's been cleaned and wrapped up properly in bandages. It hurt like a bitch but it felt better then before, and so did your head. Slightly.
"You okay?" you hear a quiet voice speak. You look up to see Flag squatting whilst he tended to the fireplace in front of the bed. His gaze is trained so intensely on the fire, as if he was actively trying not to look over at you.
"Yeah I think so" you answer. Flag stands up and nods curtly but doesn't turn around, he simply remains with his back to you, staring into the fire. You notice he's changed into a tight black tee and tac pants. You can see the tension sitting in his shoulders through the thin material of his shirt, his balled fists, a rage that's barely contained. You feel suddenly awkward, a strange tension simmering in the air.
You clear your throat quietly. "Uh, so where exactly are we?" you venture, trying to break some of this palpable tension.
"Safe House J" Flag answers bluntly.
"Okay... And where exactly is that?"
"It's need to know and you don't need to know. All you do need to know is that we'll be safe here until the rest of those guys can tracked down and dealt with" his voice is as sharp as a knife.
"So like how long exactly do you think we'll be here then?" you push your luck by questioning him further but you simply couldn't stand the deafening silence that was eating away at the room.
"I don't know!" His voice raising slightly as he answers. The sudden small outburst makes you jump slightly. "It'll probably be longer now you've specifically pissed them off" you hear him grumble under his breath.
"What? So this is my fault?" you ask almost outraged. He still refuses to look at you. You scoff loudly in disbelief.
"Those men were after us anyway. All I did was provide a way out. They were gonna kill us! What else was I supposed to do?" You rant at him.
"You should've let me handle it" he states simply. Oh now you could feel yourself boiling into a rage.
"Oh yeah? And what would you have done differently Flag? Huh? How would you have gotten us out of there? I guarantee it doesn't even matter, they were clearly going to hunt us down regardless!!"
He continues to stand silently, staring intently into the fire. A sigh his only acknowledgment that he's heard you.
"Why are you so mad about this?!" You shout now, severely pissed off that he's somehow trying to pin all this on your actions. "I got us out of there, I gave us the opportunity to escape!" He spins around suddenly, his eyes finally meeting yours. His eyes are afire with rage, and yet glossy with what almost look like tears...
"Yeah you got us out of there" his voice suddenly alarmingly quiet and controlled, like glass that's seconds away from shattering.
"And then almost didn't make it much further than that because you recklessly endangered yourself and ended up getting shot for God's sake!!" his voice raising, breaking, the glass cracking.
You're taken aback slightly by his sudden shift in attitude. The rage was most definitely still there, but it was shadowed by something else, something hidden deeper in his emotions.
"Why do you even care huh? What am I to you other than some perfectly replaceable soldier? You know, Suicide Squad?" You emphasise the last two words. "Isn't that kinda our thing? You're the only one that Waller really cares to see return after missions" you spit, standing up at last, your own anger almost getting the better of you.
"This isn't about Waller" he growls, his gaze shifting to the floor.
"Then what is it about huh? What's really the issue? Honestly I don't see what the big deal is. So what if I die? It's not like I'm really living in that prison anyway."
The look on Flag's face instantly makes you regret your words. He looks somehow livid and heartbroken all at once.
"So what if you die?" he whispers, a slight crack returning to his voice. "So what if you die?" he repeats incredulously.
"Yeah. What do I matter?"
Flag's eyes abruptly lock with yours again, a kind of ferocity shining in them. You swallow, suddenly nervous.
Then he's stepping towards you, grabbing your face in his hands roughly.
"You matter" he breathes harshly. "You matter to me" he growls. You can see the sincerity and seriousness in his eyes. That anger that's just softened by something else.
You don't even have a chance to take in what he's just said before his lips are crashing into yours. His hands hold your face firmly in place as he kisses you roughly, teeth clashing. A surprised moan escapes you and Flag takes the opportunity to open up your mouth with his own, letting his tongue slide against your own. You'd be lying if you said this isn't exactly what you'd been wanting for months now. After constantly being sent on missions together your feelings for Rick had only grown. You knew a relationship between the two of you would be forbidden, and you figured that he, a polished military man, would never be interested in someone like you, and so you had bottled your feelings. No need to set yourself up for disappointment.
And yet now you here were. His lips moulded against yours, his hands cupping your face so tightly as if he's afraid you'll pull away. The kiss is sloppy and messy, a feeling of desperation and urgency conveyed through his lips.
And yet suddenly he does pull back, releasing you completely. You stand looking at each other, both of you breathing rapidly.
"I- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Sorry" he pants quietly.
"Shut up Flag" you say just before attaching your lips to his again. He stiffens for a second before finally relaxing and melting into the kiss again, a moan escaping him this time. You reach up with your uninjured arm to hold onto the nape of his neck, tugging gently at the short hair there, your other arm rests gently on his waist. You use this hand to fist his t-shirt, tugging it gently. Rick gets the hint and steps back slightly to pull his shirt over his head and throw it to the floor.
For a second you're in awe at his spectacular physique. You instinctively reach your hands outs to run your fingers over his impressive chest and stomach. Your lips meet briefly again before you feel him pull lightly at the hem of your own vest shirt, as if asking for permission. You nod once, signalling to him that it was okay. You break the kiss again as he delicately lifts your shirt up and over your uninjured arm, manoeuvring the material so he could slide it down your injured arm with as little movement as possible. You grimace slightly as the shirt brushes past your wound before being tossed to the floor to join Rick's.
"You okay?" his eyebrows furrow with concern.
"I'm okay" you reassure him leaning up to kiss him again, the both of you moaning as your lips make contact. Rick begins to walk you backwards, towards the bed.
"Are you sure about this?" he breathes just as the back of your legs connect with the edge of the bed, resting his forehead on yours.
"Yes. I want this. I want you, Rick" you emphasise calling him by his first name. To further prove your point you reach your right arm behind you and unhook your bra. Rick looks down at you intently. His fingers trace your skin as he slowly drags each bra strap down your shoulder, extra careful to be gentle on your left side. The moment is so painfully intimate, the only sounds your heavy breathing mixing and the light crackling of the fire. Once the straps are down you let the bra fall to the ground between you. Rick's gaze flickers down to your breasts, his eyes lighting up at the view, the tiniest of smirks tugging at his lips.
His eyes meet yours again and his lips latch onto your own. His arms snake around your body, pulling you tightly against him, your bare chests colliding, his dog tags digging into your skin. Your shoulder throbs with the movement but you don't care anymore. You lift both your arms so they can wrap around his neck, ignoring the pain again, you just wanted to keep him close. The urgency from before returns and you're both suddenly frantic for each other, afraid this moment might somehow slip away from you.
Your tongues find each other again as Rick holds you tightly, lowering you onto the bed. Your mouths never part as he shifts to lie on top of you, his hips slotting against yours, finding a home between your legs. You buck your hips up into his, feeling how hard he is even through the fabric of both your pants. Rick responds by rocking his hips against you, grinding his length against your clothed core, applying just enough pressure to tease you. You can feel the cold of his dog tags against your chest again, only adding to the sensations.
"Rick" you moan into his mouth. You pull sharply at his hair, silently asking for more. He groans in response and shifts his hands down to undo your jeans. You wiggle your hips slightly as he pulls them off your legs, leaving you just in your underwear. Your mouths continue to devour each other as you feel him drag a hand down your body, tantalisingly slow, his fingers gently brushing the skin from your neck all the way down to your hips. As he drags his hand down your body his lips move across your jaw and down to your neck. He nips and pulls at your skin roughly before sucking your skin harshly, ensuring to form a bruise later.
His fingers toy with the hem of your pants, teasing you again. You push your hips again, encouraging him. But he doesn't. Not yet. He just continues to trace the skin on your lower belly, following the waistband of your underwear. Your groan in frustration and deliberately dig your nails into his back. You can feel a small chuckle rumble in his chest.
Then, finally, his hand slips under your waistband. His fingers delve lower and, at last, brush against your clit. You're already wet from the teasing when he was just barely grinding into you. Rick swipes his fingers up and down your slit a few times, gathering the wetness there. Before long his fingers are returning to your clit, circling slowly. You moan again at the contact. Rick lifts his head from your neck to watch you as you squirm under his touch. He watches you intently, observing your reactions as he speeds up his circles, applying just a touch more pressure to your sensitive bud.
The intensity of the day, the adrenaline, the fact that this situation was actually happening, all these thoughts and feelings flow through you as you rock against Rick's hand. You were desperate for relief; after today, you needed it. Your moans begin to get louder and more frequent as Rick's movements push your body into a state of euphoria, your release so close...
And then Rick is pulling his hand away from you, leaving you rocking against nothing, your climax retreating. You moan in frustration, looking at him incredulously. You're about to complain when he cuts you off.
"Uh no. You don't deserve to cum just yet. Not after the shit you pulled today" Rick glowers down at you. Okay so despite all this it appeared he was still pretty mad at you.
Rick is then climbing off you, moving to stand in front of you at the foot of the bed. You push yourself up on your elbows to look at him, unsure what exactly he was up to.
"Take off your underwear" he commands in a low tone. You stare at him blankly.
"I said" he grabs your ankle and pulls you to the edge of the bed. "Take off your underwear" he emphasises and enunciates each individual word. He keeps his eyes trained on yours as you reach to slowly work your underwear down your legs before throwing them to the floor. You're leaning back on your elbows again but you have you knees touching so you're not completely exposed to him just yet.
He just barely gives you a nod of approval, that tiniest of smirks returning. He keeps his eyes on you again as he unbuttons his tac pants, shacking them off. He's then pulling of his own underwear, freeing his aching cock. You eyes flick quickly to his cock, it's just as spectacular as his broad chest and torso.
He takes a step forward so he is right at the edge of the bed. He grabs your ankles again, this time to force your legs open, situating himself between them. He looks down at your aching cunt for a second. Rick surprises you by suddenly spitting right onto your waiting pussy. He takes the head of his cock and uses it to spread his spit up and down your folds. He does this for only a few seconds before he's pushing inside you.
Rick gives you no time to prepare for his impressive length as he thrusts inside you right to the hilt. You gasp in shock, a slight sharp pain ringing through your cunt. He pulls almost all the way out again, this time moving slowly, before slamming right back into you again. He quickly sets a ruthless pace, fucking himself harshly into you. It hurts slightly at first, nothing in comparison to the way your shoulder is crying out as you're pounded into the mattress. It doesn't take long, however, for the pain in your cunt to turn to pleasure. The same could not be said for your shoulder, unfortunately. But again, right now, you just didn't care, your focus solely remaining on Rick Flag fucking you mercilessly. He slides his hand down one of your legs, grabbing at your thigh, hoisting your leg up until it was flush against his chest. He leans forward slightly, pushing against your leg and reaching a whole new angle inside you. He was impossibly deep, his cock meeting the most sensitive spot inside you with almost every thrust.
His grunts and breathing get louder as he continues to fuck you hard. Your body is trembling in response, your thighs shaking already, your moans jolting with each slam of his cock inside you.
"Don't ever do something reckless like that again" he suddenly commands, ruthlessly pounding into you. You're barely able to acknowledge his words as your head spins from combined sensations of pain and pleasure.
"Hey" he growls, gripping your jaw in his other hand, his fingers pushing roughly into your cheek. He forces you to look at him. "I said, don't ever do something like that again" he almost shouts in your face, that rage returning to his features.
You just about manage a nod, his grip on your jaw like a vice. He returns an affirmative nod, his face softening the slightest bit before his crushes his lips to yours again in a bruising kiss, still keeping you firmly in place with his hand on your jaw. You moan loudly into the kiss, your orgasm fast approaching. The kiss turns sloppy and uncoordinated as you both feel the pleasure start to take over your bodies.
Knowing that you’re close Rick moves his hand from your jaw to your throat and squeezes gently, applying just the right amount of pressure.
"Oh fuck" you barely choke out as Rick applies just a bit more pressure around your neck. He's pounding into you so hard you're sure he's actually going to split you in two. You drag your hands down his broad back, leaving angry red scratches in your wake.
Your strangled moans just top the sound of your bodies slapping together. Rick can feel how close you are, your cunt starting to tighten around his cock. He shows no mercy, continuing his relentless pace as you're about to tip over the edge and your climax seconds away. Just as you're about to cum Rick releases your neck, allowing the oxygen to flow properly through you again. This added relief timed perfectly with your orgasm has you seeing stars, your vision blurring for a second as your pussy clenches repeatedly around Rick.
"Oh fuck. Yes" you hear Rick groan quietly into your ear as you cum, your clenching pussy causing his relentless pace to falter. His pace becomes sloppy and stuttered, only a few more thrusts before he's stilling and finishing inside you. He collapses forwards as he does so, his huge frame towering over you. He keeps you in place as you both revel in your highs, attempting to regain control of your breath.
After only a couple of seconds Rick pulls of you and walks off to the bathroom. You feel oddly hurt by his abrupt departure, your heart sinking slightly.
Your spirits lift again though when he returns momentarily with a damp cloth in hand which he silently hands over to you. You take it and begin to clean yourself off whilst he searches the floor before pulling his boxers back on. Rick pads back over to you giving you your underwear and his black shirt to put on. You hand him back the cloth and he runs it back to the bathroom again as you pull on your underwear and his shirt, your shoulder protesting the movements. As Rick returns from the bathroom you head over to the fire to feed it a couple more logs. When you turn around Rick is sat on the bed.
You go to walk past him, to climb into the other side of the bed, when you feel his hands grab your waist. He turns you slightly and pulls you into him, slotting you between his legs. You look down at him in confusion, your hands resting on his chest, fingers toying with his dog tags. His eyes look up at you, all the rage and anger from earlier completely gone, replaced with what looked like a sadness laced with worry.
"Is your shoulder okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asks softly.
Damn this man's change in attitudes were gonna give you whiplash. You smile at him reassuringly, placing your hands on his face, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.
"It's nothing I can't handle" you tell him gently. "Someone patched me up pretty well so I reckon I'll live" you tease him lightly, placing a soft kiss to his forehead. He leans his head forward, losing himself in your chest as he pulls you even tighter to him, locking his arms behind you. You reach to hug around his head tenderly with your good arm, your chin resting on the top of his head. Your injured arm rests lightly on his shoulders, stroking his back absent-mindedly as you remain in this position for a while.
"Seriously. Don't do something like that again" you hear him whisper into your chest. "Please" he adds, his grip on you tightening briefly.
You squeeze his shoulders in response, placing a soft kiss to the top of his head.
"I won't."
Masterlist
A/N: I actually really like how this turned out, it was definitely fun to write so I hope it was fun to read too!! Fun fact: this was actually like the third thing I ever wrote, it’s just been sat in my drafts for that long😂
summary: rick is very relieved that you always make the right move.
warnings: none lols
a/n: in love w/ rick flag no shame
You sat next to Flag, mimicking his stance. You sat forward, elbows resting on spread legs, fiddling with your gun. Rick sat still as a statue listening to the constant, monotonous clicking of your weapon in your hands. He savoured the moment, he savoured the closeness, knowing full well this could be the last moment he'd ever get.
You screamed for Rick as you both scrambled for shelter behind a large rock face. You collapsed against each other, listening to the loud and near constant explosions happening behind you. You looked over at Rick and smiled. You let out a desperate laugh and Rick smiled back.
"I think we're shit outta luck, Flag," you laughed. "At least I'm dying with you."
"You are not getting rid of me that easily," he laughed, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. "How many bullets you have left?"
"One."
Rick took a peak over the rock. He pointed. You knew what to do. You slipped out from behind your cover. Rick didn't see what happened next. He shut his eyes and prayed to whoever would listen that you got out of this alive. Next thing Rick remembered fully was laughing out of sheer relief with you and Harley by his side, waiting for a helicopter home. He remembers emerging from his cover just in time to see you and Harley leap into each other's arms, safe as could be. He remembered your breath against his neck as you nearly strangled him in a hug. He remembered you smiling despite the knife wound gushing blood in your side while you lay on the floor of a helicopter, ready to go back home.
You don't know what led you to Rick's door. All you know that an aimless walk to clear your head had ended here. You had already knocked, there was no stopping now. The sun had just set and darkness was beginning to settle. Rick smiled when he opened the door, his smile only grew when he realised it was you. He stepped aside wordlessly and as soon as the door shut you flung yourself into his arms.
You hugged for a long minute. His hand trailed up your spine to cradle the back of your head, the other arm wrapped tightly around your waist. You pressed a soft kiss against his shoulder, and then trailed kisses up his neck and across his jaw. You couldn't help yourself.
"Stop, stopstopstop," he mumbled against your skin.
You pulled away and stared at him. He still held you tight, your noses still brushed together. Rick's eyes fluttered shut as he gasped for breath.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, just didn't expect it."
"Is it okay"
Rick grinned and pulled you tighter against his chest. He brought his lips close to yours, brushing against them when he spoke.
