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:

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.

@deanwinchesterswitch mentioned the Diet Coke ads in a chat and it reminded me of this fic 🥰🤤

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.

READ IT NOW: Tumblr // AO3

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.

READ IT NOW: Tumblr // AO3

Say My Name - A DC Mini Series (4 Parts)

Summary: Rick goes undercover to put an end to a crime syndicate. He makes the rookie mistake of falling for his mark, Ally. Will he go through with it and arrest her along with her family? Or does Amanda Waller have ulterior motives, as always?

Warnings: 🥰Fluff // 💔Angst // 🤬Language // 🔞Smut // 💋Cheating // 👊🏻canon type violence // 🍺Alcoholism // lovers to enemies // enemies to lovers // betrayal // manipulation //

W/C: 12.7k

Characters: Rick Flag, metahuman!OFC, Amanda Waller, Bruce Wayne (Batfleck).

Pairing: Rick Flag x OFC (Ally), brief Bruce Wayne (Batfleck) x OFC (Ally).

READ IT NOW: Tumblr // AO3 // FFNet

Disclosure

Summary: How did Rick end up locked in a closet handcuffed to Rylee? How did the simple recon mission take a nosedive off a cliff?

TRIGGER WARNING: sexual assault described, thoughts and feelings surrounding the assault discussed. I am not glorifying/romanticizing sexual assault; the events described are from life experience.

Warnings: canon type injuries, field triage, sexual assault described, bullying described, frenemies to lovers.

W/C: 3.9k

Rating: E (explicit - 18+) - simply for the described sexual assault.

Characters: Rick Flag, OFC. Small Part: Harley Quinn

Pairing: Rick Flag x OFC.

READ IT NOW: Tumblr // AO3

Say My Name - A DC Mini Series (4 Parts)

Summary: Rick goes undercover to put an end to a crime syndicate. He makes the rookie mistake of falling for his mark, Ally. Will he go through with it and arrest her along with her family? Or does Amanda Waller have ulterior motives, as always?

Warnings: 🥰Fluff // 💔Angst // 🤬Language // 🔞Smut // 💋Cheating // 👊🏻canon type violence // 🍺Alcoholism // lovers to enemies // enemies to lovers // betrayal // manipulation //

W/C: 12.7k

Characters: Rick Flag, metahuman!OFC, Amanda Waller, Bruce Wayne (Batfleck).

Pairing: Rick Flag x OFC (Ally), brief Bruce Wayne (Batfleck) x OFC (Ally).

READ IT NOW: Tumblr // AO3 // FFNet

Slip Of The Tongue

Summary: The adrenaline of your first big argument with Rick sparks a change in your relationship that you couldn’t be happier about.

Warnings: argument, jealousy, insecurities, love confessions, smut, thigh riding, dom/sub, dom!Rick, oral sex (female receiving), light choking.

W/C: 3k

Rating: E (explicit - 18+)

Characters: Rick Flag, reader, OC.

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

READ IT NOW: Tumblr // AO3

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:

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.

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:

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.

Disclosure

Summary: How did Rick end up locked in a closet handcuffed to Rylee? How did the simple recon mission take a nosedive off a cliff?

TRIGGER WARNING: sexual assault described, thoughts and feelings surrounding the assault discussed. I am not glorifying/romanticizing sexual assault; the events described are from life experience.

Warnings: canon type injuries, field triage, sexual assault described, bullying described, frenemies to lovers.

W/C: 3.9k

Rating: E (explicit - 18+) - simply for the described sexual assault.

Characters: Rick Flag, OFC. Small Part: Harley Quinn

Pairing: Rick Flag x OFC.

Notes: I came across this Dialogue Prompts List by @skriveting, and some of them were pure gold, and this fic kinda wrote itself. I used 20 of the prompts and adjusted a few to make them fit.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // @cockslut-padalecki - all mistakes belong to me.

Graphics: pics found on google, dividers by me.

Master Lists: Main // DC

Disclosure

“What’s going on?” Rick asked, coming to. His mind was foggy, and his body ached from the earlier fight. The cold seeped through his thin suit pants from the concrete beneath him. He didn’t know where he was, but he did know he’d be sore tomorrow. Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the musty-smelling room, which consisted of metal shelving that held nothing much but dust, filling three walls and the door.

“Be quiet,” Rylee answered, panting for breath. Without seeing her, he knew she’d rolled her eyes closed in the way he was sure would give her an Aneurysm one day.

“Why?”

“I’m grieving.”

“Grieving what?”

“My dignity.” She sighed, and Rick felt her weight droop against his back. She hissed, and through gritted teeth, she said, “I need your help.”

“No shit!” He scoffed. She had always been so bloody dramatic, but today took the fucking cake. “What the hell was that out there? We’re supposed to be low-key. Stealth operations mean anything to you?”

“I was at the debriefing; I have some idea.”

“Apparently not.”

Her fingers brushed his hand, but she wasn’t seeking them; she was picking the lock of the cuffs that tethered them together behind their backs. “Keep talking, Flag, and maybe one day you’ll blurt out something intelligent.”

Re-read this and I kinda dig it!! So shameless reblog time.

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:

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.

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:

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.

Omg Stacey, I love this 😍😍😍

I haven't read Rick Flag in ages and this hit the spot! Her flirty behaviour was perfect, getting him all riled up ♥️

Thanks Daisy ❤️ glad I could fulfil your Rick needs for a minute 😍🥰

And seeing this had made me miss him 😢

Say My Name - A DC Mini Series

Summary: Rick goes undercover to put an end to a crime syndicate. He makes the rookie mistake of falling for his mark, Ally. Will he go through with it and arrest her along with her family? Or does Amanda Waller have ulterior motives, as always?

Warnings: 🥰Fluff // 💔Angst // 🤬Language // 🔞Smut // 💋Cheating // 👊🏻canon type violence // 🍺Alcoholism // lovers to enemies // enemies to lovers // betrayal // manipulation //

W/C: 12.7k

Characters: Rick Flag, metahuman!OFC, Amanda Waller, Bruce Wayne (Batfleck).

Pairing: Rick Flag x OFC (Ally), brief Bruce Wayne (Batfleck) x OFC (Ally).

Bingos: @anyfandomgoesbingo // @anyfandomangstbingo // @rickflagbingo // Squares Filled:

Part 1 - Say My Name

Rick has to make a decision; protect the woman he loves or do his job.

Part 2 - Two Birds One Stone

Rick discovers where Ally was during the takedown but he doesn’t like it. Waller gets her claws firmly in Ally and tests her powers.

Part 3 - Honey Trap

It seems Ally is no longer useful and Waller needs to get rid of her. Can Rick save her?

Part 4 - Shitty Rom-Com

Are Rick and Ally safe? Are they together?

Master Lists: Main // DC

Bingos: Any Fandom Goes // Any Fandom Angst // Rick Flag

Read this again and the comments, it made me swoon and proud so sharing again.

Disclosure

Summary: How did Rick end up locked in a closet handcuffed to Rylee? How did the simple recon mission take a nosedive off a cliff?

TRIGGER WARNING: sexual assault described, thoughts and feelings surrounding the assault discussed. I am not glorifying/romanticizing sexual assault; the events described are from life experience.

Warnings: canon type injuries, field triage, sexual assault described, bullying described, frenemies to lovers.

W/C: 3.9k

Rating: E (explicit - 18+) - simply for the described sexual assault.

Characters: Rick Flag, OFC. Small Part: Harley Quinn

Pairing: Rick Flag x OFC.

Notes: I came across this Dialogue Prompts List by @skriveting, and some of them were pure gold, and this fic kinda wrote itself. I used 20 of the prompts and adjusted a few to make them fit.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // @cockslut-padalecki - all mistakes belong to me.

Graphics: pics found on google, dividers by me.

Master Lists: Main // DC

Disclosure

“What’s going on?” Rick asked, coming to. His mind was foggy, and his body ached from the earlier fight. The cold seeped through his thin suit pants from the concrete beneath him. He didn’t know where he was, but he did know he’d be sore tomorrow. Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the musty-smelling room, which consisted of metal shelving that held nothing much but dust, filling three walls and the door.

“Be quiet,” Rylee answered, panting for breath. Without seeing her, he knew she’d rolled her eyes closed in the way he was sure would give her an Aneurysm one day.

“Why?”

“I’m grieving.”

“Grieving what?”

“My dignity.” She sighed, and Rick felt her weight droop against his back. She hissed, and through gritted teeth, she said, “I need your help.”

“No shit!” He scoffed. She had always been so bloody dramatic, but today took the fucking cake. “What the hell was that out there? We’re supposed to be low-key. Stealth operations mean anything to you?”

“I was at the debriefing; I have some idea.”

“Apparently not.”

Her fingers brushed his hand, but she wasn’t seeking them; she was picking the lock of the cuffs that tethered them together behind their backs. “Keep talking, Flag, and maybe one day you’ll blurt out something intelligent.”

UGH Idiots in love.

My favorite.

Comments Reblog

Thank you babes 🥰

Disclosure

Summary: How did Rick end up locked in a closet handcuffed to Rylee? How did the simple recon mission take a nosedive off a cliff?

TRIGGER WARNING: sexual assault described, thoughts and feelings surrounding the assault discussed. I am not glorifying/romanticizing sexual assault; the events described are from life experience.

Warnings: canon type injuries, field triage, sexual assault described, bullying described, frenemies to lovers.

W/C: 3.8k

Rating: E (explicit - 18+) - simply for the described sexual assault.

Characters: Rick Flag, OFC. Small Part: Harley Quinn

Pairing: Rick Flag x OFC.

Notes: I came across this Dialogue Prompts List by @skriveting, and some of them were pure gold, and this fic kinda wrote itself. I used 20 of the prompts and adjusted a few to make them fit.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // @cockslut-padalecki - all mistakes belong to me.

Graphics: pics found on google, dividers by me.

Master Lists: Main // DC

Disclosure

“What’s going on?” Rick asked, coming to. His mind was foggy, and his body ached from the earlier fight. The cold seeped through his thin suit pants from the concrete beneath him. He didn’t know where he was, but he did know he’d be sore tomorrow. Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the musty-smelling room, which consisted of metal shelving that held nothing much but dust, filling three walls and the door.

“Be quiet,” Rylee answered, panting for breath. Without seeing her, he knew she’d rolled her eyes closed in the way he was sure would give her an Aneurysm one day.

“Why?”

“I’m grieving.”

“Grieving what?”

“My dignity.” She sighed, and Rick felt her weight droop against his back. She hissed, and through gritted teeth, she said, “I need your help.”

“No shit!” He scoffed. She had always been so bloody dramatic, but today took the fucking cake. “What the hell was that out there? We’re supposed to be low-key. Stealth operations mean anything to you?”

“I was at the debriefing; I have some idea.”

“Apparently not.”

Her fingers brushed his hand, but she wasn’t seeking them; she was picking the lock of the cuffs that tethered them together behind their backs. “Keep talking, Flag, and maybe one day you’ll blurt out something intelligent.”

Next Day Reblog

Disclosure

Summary: How did Rick end up locked in a closet handcuffed to Rylee? How did the simple recon mission take a nosedive off a cliff?

TRIGGER WARNING: sexual assault described, thoughts and feelings surrounding the assault discussed. I am not glorifying/romanticizing sexual assault; the events described are from life experience.

Warnings: canon type injuries, field triage, sexual assault described, bullying described, frenemies to lovers.

W/C: 3.9k

Rating: E (explicit - 18+) - simply for the described sexual assault.

Characters: Rick Flag, OFC. Small Part: Harley Quinn

Pairing: Rick Flag x OFC.

Notes: I came across this Dialogue Prompts List by @skriveting, and some of them were pure gold, and this fic kinda wrote itself. I used 20 of the prompts and adjusted a few to make them fit.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // @cockslut-padalecki - all mistakes belong to me.

Graphics: pics found on google, dividers by me.

Master Lists: Main // DC

Disclosure

“What’s going on?” Rick asked, coming to. His mind was foggy, and his body ached from the earlier fight. The cold seeped through his thin suit pants from the concrete beneath him. He didn’t know where he was, but he did know he’d be sore tomorrow. Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the musty-smelling room, which consisted of metal shelving that held nothing much but dust, filling three walls and the door.

“Be quiet,” Rylee answered, panting for breath. Without seeing her, he knew she’d rolled her eyes closed in the way he was sure would give her an Aneurysm one day.

“Why?”

“I’m grieving.”

“Grieving what?”

“My dignity.” She sighed, and Rick felt her weight droop against his back. She hissed, and through gritted teeth, she said, “I need your help.”

“No shit!” He scoffed. She had always been so bloody dramatic, but today took the fucking cake. “What the hell was that out there? We’re supposed to be low-key. Stealth operations mean anything to you?”

“I was at the debriefing; I have some idea.”

“Apparently not.”

Her fingers brushed his hand, but she wasn’t seeking them; she was picking the lock of the cuffs that tethered them together behind their backs. “Keep talking, Flag, and maybe one day you’ll blurt out something intelligent.”

This is so good!! & it’s awesome to see so many of the prompts used in one go! Thank you so much for using them and for tagging me so I got to read this! ❤️ Much love

Comments Reblog

Thank you for compiling such an awesome list 😘

Disclosure

Summary: How did Rick end up locked in a closet handcuffed to Rylee? How did the simple recon mission take a nosedive off a cliff?

TRIGGER WARNING: sexual assault described, thoughts and feelings surrounding the assault discussed. I am not glorifying/romanticizing sexual assault; the events described are from life experience.

Warnings: canon type injuries, field triage, sexual assault described, bullying described, frenemies to lovers.

W/C: 3.8k

Rating: E (explicit - 18+) - simply for the described sexual assault.

Characters: Rick Flag, OFC. Small Part: Harley Quinn

Pairing: Rick Flag x OFC.

Notes: I came across this Dialogue Prompts List by @skriveting, and some of them were pure gold, and this fic kinda wrote itself. I used 20 of the prompts and adjusted a few to make them fit.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // @cockslut-padalecki - all mistakes belong to me.

Graphics: pics found on google, dividers by me.

Master Lists: Main // DC

Disclosure

“What’s going on?” Rick asked, coming to. His mind was foggy, and his body ached from the earlier fight. The cold seeped through his thin suit pants from the concrete beneath him. He didn’t know where he was, but he did know he’d be sore tomorrow. Slowly, his eyes adjusted to the musty-smelling room, which consisted of metal shelving that held nothing much but dust, filling three walls and the door.

“Be quiet,” Rylee answered, panting for breath. Without seeing her, he knew she’d rolled her eyes closed in the way he was sure would give her an Aneurysm one day.

“Why?”

“I’m grieving.”

“Grieving what?”

“My dignity.” She sighed, and Rick felt her weight droop against his back. She hissed, and through gritted teeth, she said, “I need your help.”

“No shit!” He scoffed. She had always been so bloody dramatic, but today took the fucking cake. “What the hell was that out there? We’re supposed to be low-key. Stealth operations mean anything to you?”

“I was at the debriefing; I have some idea.”

“Apparently not.”

Her fingers brushed his hand, but she wasn’t seeking them; she was picking the lock of the cuffs that tethered them together behind their backs. “Keep talking, Flag, and maybe one day you’ll blurt out something intelligent.”

Time zone reblog