suicide squad imagines

rick flag | 048

imagine: you and rick are at home when someone breaks in but he helps/protects you.

you giggled as rick pressed kisses all over your face as he hovered over you. you squirmed underneath him, your hands trying to push him away but you were unsurprisingly failing. he chuckled at your attempts before falling down next to you as you caught your breath. he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer to him as you both laid on the bed.

"what do you wanna do?" he asked you, as he played with your hair.

it was one of the rare nights he had to do nothing, so he chose to spend it with you at home doing whatever you wished.

"how about we order takeout, put on a film and get fat?" you asked, "we can always work it off later"

his eyes widened slightly at your statement but he soon recovered with a smile, "of course"

you smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before you got out of bed earning a groan from him.

"i'll go get all the menu's we have, won't be long" you told him, before leaving the room.

you sped down the hallway and down the stairs. you were too busy thinking about what type of food you wanted to order that you didn't even notice someone was in your kitchen holding a sharp knife. that was until you bumped into a rock hard chest which made you gasp and let out a shocked scream. you looked up in fear to see a man, who's eyes were bloodshot red making it look like he was either on some sort of drugs or he hadn't slept in a long time. he had a skinny face, accompanied with a beard and a scar on his cheek. he was very pale and muscular which scared you more.

he grabbed you by your hair making you wince as he spun you around, so that he could hold the knife to your neck. you were shaking in fear as you felt the cold metal being pushed more and more against your skin. his other arm was used to keep you from running away as he wrapped it tightly around your waist, tight enough to give you bruises.

"where's your money?" the man asked in a gruff voice, it sent chills down your spine.

"i-i don't have any" you managed to get out through your whimpers.

"you're lying!" the man spat, pressing the knife deeper into your neck causing it cut slightly, a little bit of blood slipping down your neck.

you cried out in pain as you scrunched your eyes together. all you wanted was rick to come down and save you from the man who didn't seem to care he was nearly about to kill you. your wish seemed to come true as you heard your boyfriends footsteps quickly make their way into the kitchen where you were. his eyes widened at the sight of you, and he quickly pulled out the gun from his back pocket which he always kept there for emergencies. you always thought it was stupid but now you were glad he did it.

"get off her!" he shouted at the man, whilst watching you cautiously.

"not until i get money" the man replied, not budging.

"you can have all the money you want but first you need to let her go" rick ordered the man, his gun still raised.

the man didn't reply, it seemed as though he was thinking about the offer. you let out a sigh of relief when he lowered his hand with the knife, and his arm left your waist. you ran straight behind rick, knowing he would protect you.

"the money" the man said, holding out his knife in a threatening way.

"you ain't getting no money" rick spat before running towards the man and tackling him to the ground.

the man didn't expect it, meaning rick had the upper hand as he quickly knocked the man unconscious. he then made his way back towards you and pulled you into his arms where he held you for a good two minutes or longer.

"are you okay? oh my god of course you're not you're bleeding, and your shaking! you don't have to be scared anymore y/n, i'm here and nobody is ever gonna hurt you ag-"

you cut him off with a kiss, which was filled with passion. your arms wrapped around his neck as his made their way to your hips.

"i love you rick, thank you for protecting me"

"always"