#r6siege x reader

[gloomiebearwritings]

He missed you...

CW: Smut w/ no plot, Minors DNI, reader is GN but mentions of AFAB anatomy. Word count: 600+

A little uhhhh gift for @chadillacboseman (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

He was acting like he was starving having been away for so long, leaving small bruises along your hips and thighs as his hands gripped your bare skin like you’d slip away. The sound of your breathing and his own heart beating were the only two things he could hear, and all he could feel was your warm skin under his palms and lips. 

“Such a sweet thing…”

His voice is wispy and soft, barely audible to you- his lips barely inches away from the tender skin of your inner thigh, having slung your legs over his shoulders. Your mind barely has time to react before you feel his tongue slip between your folds, gently pressing against your clit. His movements were slow against your bundle of nerves as if he was savoring it. 

He wasn’t slowing down, even as you started squirming at his relentless motion- instead holding your hips firmly in place with firm hands. And the more your body moved under his palms he only hummed, quite content with continuing as is.

“Gustave!” Your voice barely breaks through the ringing in your ears as the knot tightens in your gut, your legs quivering against him. Yet his motions continued, your clit tender and sensitive- his motions being just enough to feel good but not enough to make the knot snap. You reached down to run your fingers through his hair, to pull his head up to look at him just to see his love-drunk eyes looking at you- utterly lost in you. He gave you a drunken grin, his hair now a mess in your hand.

“Let me continue, y/n…” 

He breathlessly chuckled, hands gripping your hips, fingertips digging into the soft flesh, “Please let me continue, y/n.”

His voice sounded almost pathetic, like you’d just taken away his most prized possession. After a nod from you, without breaking eye contact he inches closer to your cunt- some of his hair falling to his face again, eyes only slightly obscured as he returns to feasting. 

Returning to the pace he had before he feasted away, still acting like he had been starved for days. Carefully bringing one hand down from your hip and gently running his fingers along your folds under his tongue, letting them get slick before pushing two into your entrance. 

The sounds that fell from your mouth made his cock ache, and it felt just oh so good. It was such a perfect torture to him, feeling your walls squeeze around his fingers as the knot tightened again in your gut- the way your hips shifted and squirmed under his hand, and the way your thighs held his head so firmly in place. 

His persistence led to your knot getting tighter and tighter until he pressed against just the right spot, the knot snapping as he increased his speed to help you ride it out before he dared move away. 

As your pleasure melted into a cloud of fuzzy feelings he stood up, pushing you further up the bed enough to bring himself onto it. Leaning over you, his hair still a mess, he smiled- slowing your breath quickly coming to a halt as he brought the head of his cock to your folds. The sudden yet slight over-stimulation makes your haze clear enough to see his face clearly.

His eyes were heavy lidded, locked onto how easily his tip slid between your folds, and just how your entrance swallowed his tip. The sensation of being inside you luring a long, soft groan from him.

As he pushes deeper he leans over you and whispers as softly as he can despite the shaking in his voice, “I just want to hear you sing just a little bit more…”

#my works #x reader #x gn reader #r6s doc #r6s x reader #doc x reader #ns/fw #r6siege #r6siege x reader

[rightshoeonleftfoot]

Marius "Jäger" Streicher headcanons, I may or may not be completely in love with him...

🥃 Jäger is a whisky drinker. It's his drink of choice, no ice needed. He still does drink beer but he'd rather have a glass of whisky than a bottle of beer. (His favourite whiskey is Yellowstone, yes it's absolutely self-indulgent)

🚗 He drives a shitbox. I'm talking like an old ass 80's Buick, or something similar. Though he's definitely partial to German cars (he's a patriot, what can I say), def has a Volkswagen or an Audi. He definitely knows which Audi models are the most reliable. (He drives a Volkswagen Scirocco Mk 2, it's his pride and joy, I don't make the rules)

🎶 Listens to mainly German rock/rock in general. Here's a playlist that I find accurate to my headcanon of his music taste: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/29N16n6eHU6P2hExqaa4xY?si=FFtI6gEKSqW9ZPF36OZINg

🪛 This is based off of canon, but he's 100% a workaholic. His work is his hobby. He literally mentions that spending his time off in the lab is like a dream vacation to him. He feels he needs to be productive all the time, he doesn't really like "relaxing" that much. His time to relax is when he's either learning something new or working.

🖌️ He is insanely good at drawing machinery. He doesn't consider himself to be an artist, but he is really really good at drawing anything mechanical. He draws cars and car engines for fun, he draws his own prototypes and inventions for his patents and blueprints. Expect him to have a notebook full of messy and clean drawings of cars, helicopters, random parts he just felt like drawing. He mainly draws to see things from a different perspective and to learn.

🌯 He doesn't cook for himself often, but when he does it's absolutely delicious. Jäger knows how to cook! He's a banger cook, too. He only has a solid few cookbooks at home that he uses, he always tries something different but it's always from those three books.

#rainbow six #jager rainbow six #jäger #jäger r6 #marius streicher siege #marius streicher #marius streicher x reader #jager x reader #jager r6 #jager siege #r6s #r6siege #r6community #rainbow six siege fanfic #rainbow six siege

[ruskizzo]

How I imagine the SAS team would react to finding a white mask child.

Smoke, Mute, Thatcher, Sledge

They weren’t exactly pleased to find a white mask— specifically a poor child, cowering into a corner with blood smeared over the white suit.

Thatcher instantly called over coms to know what to do about a child white mask, his eyes not once leaving you or the others.

Sledge was the first to talk to you, kneeling and allowing you to trust him at your own pace. He only asked a few questions, “you hurt?”, “there any more of you?”

He mainly made sure you were okay. It tore his heart seeing such a young child standing in a fighting zone with blood all over them, not to mention on a terrorist team.

Thatcher was the second to talk to you, coaxing you to calm down and talking about how they would transport you somewhere safe and cozy.

Mute and Smoke were the ones to stay quiet, not really sure what to do or what was going on. They really only kept guard, looking for any more white masks or any possible threats.

It broke Mutes heart seeing the child so frightened. He mentioned to take the gas masks off. Seeing how you screamed when they first appeared; four humans with guns and a massive hunk carrying a sledge hammer, scary. But overall he kept quiet, not sure what to do or say.

Sledge and Thatcher were the ones talking, Smoke kept close to you. He made sure you completely comfortable with them, smiling at you and attempting to cheer you up with cheesy jokes he made up randomly.

Mute just watched, his grip on his gun not once loosening. He eventually crouched near you and Smoke and ruffled your hair in attempt to make you smile.

Once Ash had commanded them to lead the child towards the medic and truck, Smoke was the first to lead you— a gentle but firm grip on your hand as he slowly led you out. Mute on the side, covering your eyes or attempting to block your view the best he could when you passed a dead white mask.

So sorry it’s not the best, school night and I was just really bored. :(

#r6siege #r6s #rainbow six siege #rainbow 6 siege #r6s x reader #r6s sledge #r6s thatcher #r6s smoke #r6s mute #r6s SAS #rainbowsix

[fandomnerd9602]

May I request another rainbow six siege fic. This time with a Bo “Ram” Choi x male wick reader plz🙏

Choi provides cover fire for Y/N…

Choi: you’re good Wick but we all need help every now and then

Y/N: that’s why I got you

Y/N shotgun blasts another bad guy…

Y/N: could really use the Ram right now

Choi: I’ll give you the Ram

Choi sends out her little mini tank and blasts several more guys away…

Choi: C’mere

Choi pulls Y/N into a kiss as explosions ring out around them…

#rainbow six siege #rainbow six fanart #bo ram choi #wick reader #the continental #john wick #tom clancy #r6siege #rainbow six x reader

[starliights-shining]

I wrote another thing so why not post it here too. This is cross posted on Ao3(You're Married?)

Paring: Gilles "Montagne" Touré x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NONE. SFW!!!!!!

“You’re married?” 

A surprised look plastered on everyone's face at the table. They were frozen, eyes watching the large French man as they waited for an answer. He thought it was a given, The ring was always there. His eyes glance down to his gloveless left hand, expecting to see the shiny wedding band. It was bare, most likely left in that shell dish you kept your own in. He doesn’t wear it for his morning workout and it must have just slipped his mind. He’d hate to lose the sentimental jewelry, so he doesn’t wear it often. 

“I thought everyone knew.” 

He was trying to not show his own surprise. He’s spoken about you multiple times, but now that he recalls it. He’s only ever brought you up to Doc and a few other workers, but never his teammates. He heard another person into the room, taking a seat at the table after greeting everyone. 

“Olivier! Did you know Gilles’ married?” 

He looked over at Olivier, an evil looking smirk on his face. 

“Yeah, she’s not a big fan of me.” 

They were less shocked with this new finding, knowing a lot of the Ops didn’t get along with Olivier. Still though, Olivier and Gilles are close, like going out drinking close. They kinda thought you’d get along with him. 

“What do you mean?” 

They were now pestering Olivier for answers about you, and you not even his wife. Now Olivier is going to tell them everything he knows about you. How does he explain that the very women they’re all surprised about existing works in the same building as them. Your own feet carrying you down the same halls they walk, that you’ve even read their files and practically know everything about them. 

“She’s seen my history, not a huge fan of it.” 

“She works here!!” 

There was their surprise again. Gilles leans back in his chair, thumb rubbing over the bare spot on his ring finger. He’s interested now, watching how everyone is finally finding out about you. He’s smiling, eyes darting between the group as they speak. 

“Yeah, I don’t think I’m allowed to say where. She’s here though, probably walking around right now.” 

Gilles knows where you are, you’re on your way to lunch. Probably wrapped up in a thick coat as you make your way out to your car. You like going to get food and then send him a text to come have lunch with you. What he doesn’t know is that you’re not walking out to your car, your three turns down the hall from the meeting room he’s in. You're upset, he hasn’t answered your text, his food is now cold, and the most important thing, he’s not wearing his wedding ring. His eyes land back on the man in yellow, quickly and swiftly answering those random ‘how’d you know but we didn’t’ questions, he’s avoiding the real meaningful ones. The ones he knows Gilles should be answering. 

“Gilles. What does she do? I mean, she’s gotta be pretty good to be working for Rainbow.” 

He smiled slightly, attempting to hide how excited he was to talk about his wonderful and lovely Wife. He moves his legs, fixing the way he’s sitting as he thinks about what to say. Did he want to fuck with his teammates, to tell the truth. He decided it could be good to mess around with them, but he couldn’t think of anything that was good enough. He also was taught not to lie.

“She’s just an office worker for GhostEyes.” 

He’s not wrong, but he is also severely down playing what you do. He’s hoping they don’t ask about how you read Oliviers files, he’s just hoping that maybe it’ll be enough to satisfy their curiosity. It does, they don’t seem to ask too many questions about your work. Instead they ask about your looks and trying to see if they’ve ran into you before. He answers their questions carefully, picking his words purposefully. 

“Oh, so she’s,” 

The person is cut off. You round the corner with a bag in your hand before freezing. Looking at all the people who stared back at you. Gilles notices everyone looking behind him, quietly observing the person standing there. He turns around, arms over the back of the chair as he makes eye contact with you. A smile on his face as goes to greet you, your voice swiftly cutting him off. 

“I don’t wanna hear it, Gilles.” 

Your eyes looking at the other people around him, trying to find someone who you could recognize. You only knew Olivier and that made you roll your eyes. You looked back at your husband, watching as his mouth opened and closed trying to find something. You gave him an angry look, cocking your head forward and to the side. You were waiting for him to say something, especially since he can tell you are upset. He stood up, looking at the group of people. 

“Everyone, this is my wife, (Y/N).” 

He walked over to you, his hand resting on your lower back. He watched as you gave everyone a small wave. You didn’t wanna be rude, but you were absolutely upset with the large man next to you. It only made your blood boil more when you saw the shit eating grin on Oliviers face, he’s done nothing but sat there and it was annoying. You smiled as sweetly as you could, before pushing the bag into his chest and turning and walking away. A small ‘ooh’ coming from Olivier as he watched. Gilles gave him a pointed glare before following after you. 

“Duodou, wait.” 

His voice is soft, a hand reaching out to grab at your arm. You stopped, spinning around at him causing him to abruptly stop. 

“Do you even know what time it is?” 

  You paused, not even giving him a chance to speak. 

“Far past lunch. I sent you two whole texts AND a call, Gilles!” 

You don’t even know why this was upsetting you, but it was. It took to rooting deep in your bones and it was getting to you. Him not answering the text wasn’t even what truth got to you. It was the simple fact that he wasn’t wearing his ring, but then again you can’t even fully be mad at him for that either. He sighed, putting a hand into a pocket to fish out his phone but it wasn’t there, he checked his other pockets but it wasn’t there either. He looked up at you, watching as you stared him down waiting for an answer. 

“Chérie, I do believe, I don’t have my phone.” 

He almost let out a little nervous laugh, trying his hardest to not let your angry face get to him. You gave out a huff. He doesn’t even know, is all you say to yourself. 

“I can make it up to you.” 

You’re now trying to talk yourself down from being angry at him, his almost disappointed sigh broke you. You moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Your head laying on his chest, his arms wrapping around your shoulders.  

“You wanna do it now?” 

He hummed in response. Pulling back a bit as he watched you reach into your coat pocket and pulling out a colored snack size ziplock bag. Opening it and presenting the item to him with a bright smile. 

“You can wear this again and all the time, actually.” 

He laughs, fingers coming to pluck the ring from your hands. You watch as he slips it onto his finger. Your hands grab at his large hands and smile at the jewelry. 

“Is it this simple to make you not angry at me?” 

You hummed nodding as you looked up at him. You smiled, almost feeling bad for how you felt earlier. Your thumbs rubbing of his knuckles as you thought of what to say next. 

“I was just overreacting, I’m sorry.” 

His free hand going under your chin and pushing your head up to look at him. That same smile you fell in love with placed oh so perfectly on his face.  

“You were not overreacting, Duodou.” 

He bent down to kiss you, he planned on giving you a small little peck, but that didn’t happen. One peck turned into a kiss and then another. Not stopping until you heard someone clearing their throat. Your eyes looked over to see Olivier, what a mood dampener.

“They're looking for you two.” 

You shook your eyes, giving Gilles a soft oh well smile before interlocking your hands together. 

“Don’t worry. We’re coming back.” 

#stars writings #r6s #r6s x reader #r6siege #montagne #Montagne x reader #Gilles Touré x reader #Gilles Touré #rainbow 6 siege x reader #rainbow 6 siege #rainbow six siege

[dewydovahkiin]

Weird rq but spets when their s/o has a wardrobe malfunction with their Halloween costume and pops a tit/sexy massive man boob

the free milk radar goes off 😩🍼

Tachanka-

God. He’s the first one to see it because chances are he’s already staring at your chest.

Alexsandr just kinda…bluescreens, before he realizes he should block other people from seeing your booba. Stands in front of you and cracks a joke but it’s half hearted because he’s still watching you stuff that mischievous thing back in.

He spends the rest of the time hoping it’ll happen again and daydreams about tit-fucking you. It may or may not happen when y’all get home

Glaz-

Timur notices before y’all go out that your costume is a little tight around the chest, and points out that some *ahem* issues might arise with that. You tell him to shut up because you know he’s right but you’re confident in your abilities to corral your calcium cannons.

When it happens he’s smug but also horny. He tells you “I told you so.” but makes sure you’re not too embarrassed about the damn thing escaping

Kapkan-

Oh noooo he short circuits. Maxim is like “no thoughts, only boobie” the entire duration while you’re trying to stuff it back in. It’s a feedback loop of half-panicking and half being “oh shit that’s hot”

Don’t be surprised if he’s all over your chest as soon as the two of you are alone. It looks like you survived a vampire attack

Fuze-

He’s the definition of the ‘Inappropriate Erections’ tag on ao3. Poor Shuhrat is crossing his legs and trying to not stare but it’s hard (and so is his cock). It’s honestly a miracle how he managed to maintain an expression of inner peace while making eye contact with your tiddy.

It’s on the second you get home. He’s slobbering all over your tits and there’s nothing that can stop him

#x reader #r6siege #r6s x reader #rainbow six siege #tachanka x reader #fuze x reader #kapkan x reader #glaz x reader

[konigsluvr]

MASTERLIST

Simon Riley

★ sweet (a series between a popular school girl and a quiet nerd Simon)

part: 『one』 『two』 『three』 『four』

König

★ headcanons

★ headcanons part two

#simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost #ghost modern warfare #ghost mw2 #konig call of duty #konig mw2 #konig x reader #konig #call of duty mw2 #call of duty x reader #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #avatar #avatar twow #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #avatar 2009 #jake sully x reader #jake sully #neteyam sully #neteyam #loak #loak sully #arcane #rainbow six siege #r6siege #arcane league of legends

[astheraa]

•- —ACE relationship headcannons—-•

Håvard is a natural charmer and is known for being a ladies' man. However, when he is in a committed relationship, he is loyal and devoted to his partner. He values honesty, trust, and open communication and expects the same from his partner.

He is a romantic at heart and enjoys grand gestures of affection. He likes to surprise his partner with romantic dates, thoughtful gifts, and spontaneous trips. He's not afraid to express his feelings and enjoys showering his partner with love and attention.

Ace is also a good listener and is always there for his partner when they need someone to talk to. He is patient, understanding, and empathetic, and will do his best to support his partner through their struggles. He's not afraid to be vulnerable with his partner and values emotional intimacy in a relationship.

He can be a bit of a risk-taker and enjoys trying new things with his partner. Whether it's skydiving or trying a new cuisine, he's always up for an adventure. He enjoys living in the moment and making memories with his partner.

håvard values his independence and understands that his partner needs space and freedom as well. He is not the type to be possessive or jealous and trusts his partner completely. However, he also values spending quality time with his partner and will make an effort to prioritize their relationship.

Håvard is a bit of a flirt by nature, but he is always respectful of his partner's boundaries. He knows where to draw the line and will never make his partner feel uncomfortable or disrespected. He values consent and communication in all aspects of a relationship.

Ace is a natural optimist and tries to see the best in people. He's not one to hold grudges and is quick to forgive and move on from conflicts. He values harmony in his relationships and will do his best to work through any issues that may arise

#rainbow six siege x reader #r6s x reader #r6 scenario #r6siege #x reader #r6s fanart #rainbowsixgame #rainbow six fanart #r6s oc #r6s montagne #r6 ace #rainbow six ff #rainbow six #rainbow six siege

[wastedr00k]

“private but never a secret” - SAS

- in which they make your private relationship feel like a secret -

genre: angst

bad liar - imagine dragons

───── ❝  ❞ ─────

Mute /  Mark R. Chandar

mark oh, mark. why must you hold your tongue so much? when will you see that it’s not your personality that makes others avoid you, but rather, it’s your unwillingness to open up.

everyone knew that Mark was a man of few words, that is on the rare occasions that he chooses to speak, short and concise replies. and that’s one of the qualities that you loved him for, even without words, Mark never fails to show you the untouchable spot that you hold in his heart and his loyalty to you was never questioned.

but some days, you wished that he uses his words instead. some days where everything is a blur, where everyone’s action doesn’t seem to reach your hazy mind, some days where the world seems to be against you and only you.

on the days where you reached for his hands or even his pinky in silence, only for him to push it away as everyone continued chatting in the canteen and gave you a side eye of disapproval. when you leaned on his shoulder after a particularly tiring mission, only for him to jerk his shoulders up and lightly shook his head as he kept his gaze forward.

you understood, you really did. being in the military, love wasn’t frowned upon but everyone knew the baggage that love would bring, you knew that love would only complicate things on the battlefield and get in the way of operations. but was it so hard for Mark to give you even a little reassurance, if everyone was okay with it, why wasn’t he? 

so as you watched everyone pick names from the cup for this ‘7 minutes in heaven’ challenge, fear started to fester in your heart, what if Mark picked another name that isn’t yours? would he reject and let everyone know about the two of you, or go with it. 

everyone knew what this challenge was, pick a random piece of paper, read the name on it, get into the room for 7 minutes and whatever happens in there, stays in that room and between the two.

“oi mate, who did cha’ get?” Porter asked as he nudged Mark’s shoulder, peering over to see the name written on the tiny piece of paper, “i’m hoping ta’ get **, i’ve been wanting ta’ ask them out for so darn long.”

you watched as Mark slowly opened the paper and Porter’s reaction anything but reassuring, and as the chemical engineer started to nudge Mark and started to bounce in his spot and chanting, “no way, no fuckin way mate!” .

Mark shook his head and folded the paper, then looking down at his phone.

“alright guys! let’s start with ** , who you got?” Grace beamed as she turned to the person on her right as they looked up slowly then your partner’s name left their mouth.

everyone hoots and yells filled the room, as you watched your partner stood up. maybe it was wishful thinking on your end to think that Mark would announce to everyone that the both of you were dating. but your heart dropped as he looked towards them and nodded silently. there was no way you could stay quiet this time and let this slide.

“Mark.” 

your voice made everyone quiet down, their curiosity peaked.

“you’re going through with this, this game?” you asked, hands slightly balled up.

he stood and looked at you, quietly as usual.

“i wasn't planning on doing anything.” as usual, short replies and straight to the point, only this time you couldn’t tell if he was being honest.

you could only stare at him, speechless. did he really think that going though with it and no doing anything was a better option that just letting everyone know?

Porter watched as the pieces began to click in his head, “the both of you together or somethin' ?”

now, more than ever, you wished Mark used his words instead. but he stood quiet, just standing there as he always does.

** spoke up as they felt the tension between the two of you, “hey... let’s move on to the next person alright?” as they slowly made their way back to their seat.

“no.” you whispered, “no, its fine,” louder this time, “if this is how Mark wants to be, then so be it.” you aired as you turn your gaze to Mark who was still rooted in the same spot, 

“have fun doing nothing in that room.”

as you made your way out of the room, Mark never head footstep so loud and for the first time in his life,

he wished he said something. 

this is the sound of walking away.

───── ❝  ❞ ─────

Sledge /  Seamus Cowden

seamus oh, seamus. why must you always be the life of the party? there’s nothing wrong with being a wallflower. when will you see that it’s okay to lay low and be the one laughing at jokes and not be the one telling it.

true to the opening that Elena wrote in his biography, “coming through!” would be enough to describe Seamus. his kindness and loud personality is what makes Seamus uniquely him. there isn’t a single person in the base that hasn’t heard his voice, everyone knew who Seamus Cowden is, the life of the party, the hammer in Rainbow. always the one to break out, create a path for others to take, the one to lead the way.

and tonight, it was truly the time for his personality to shine. Harry held a celebration, a party if you would call it that, after the victory that Team Rainbow clutched, a warm get together is only right. not to mention the new blood and talent that Harry recruited, this was a good opportunity for them to integrate themselves and get to know their future teammates.

Seamus, being himself. was the life of the party, ushering in new operators and familiar faces. shaking hands and heartfelt hugs to everyone and you were no exclusion. 

hugging you tightly against his chest, he gave you a soft kiss on the top of your head, “darlin, i’ll be right with you, tonight is going to be so fun! i would love to spend the night with you but there are VIPs and new faces that i have to bring in.” and just like that, you felt his warmth leave your body as he made his way though the crowd and soon your eyes lost track of him among the people.

the night went on even without Seamus by your side but the company that your fellow operators gave you was enough. but the longer you pushed into the night, the louder the crowd seemed to be and the more you longed for the safety of your partner’s arms.

but whenever you managed to find him among the crowd, the same excuse would always leave his mouth.

“i’d love to keep your company but i have some things to settle, i’ll be right with you okay?”

and just like that, you’re on your own. 

here’s the thing about Seamus, he’d rather have the spotlight alone than be around others in the audience. there’s nothing wrong with that, but when you wanted his company, he’d rather run around and keep others warm and welcomed than you.

and right now, you’re trying your best to persuade him to not do this stand up set and come relax with you for the night.

“babe, listen i promised Harry that i would, and plus i already have the materials ready!” he replied as he kept his eyes on the cars in his hands, “and no one knows about us, it’ll be weird for me to be all up on you.”

and you’d be lying if you said that his statement didn’t hurt you.

“then let’s use this time to let everyone know, i don’t like this hiding game we’re playing,” you pleaded with him, the tiredness of the night starting to settle in, “and wouldn’t Porter and Craig also be having their own sets tonight? i’m sure Harry wouldn’t mind if you sat this one out.”

“ we talked about this before.’ he gritted through his teeth, “i’ll be with you when this night ends okay. i gotta make everyone feel at home.” he sighed. 

and just on time, Harry called his name from the stage, “it’s my time to shine, see you later.” 

and without waiting for your response, he left and took his solo spotlight on the small stage.

retreating to your spot among the audience, you dropped down onto the seat in defeat, looking up at Seamus, it almost seemed like it’s a little too lonely on the stage.

his words and jokes were all a blur to you, all you knew is that if he’s going to choose everything over you, then so be it. 

standing up to leave for the night, and uber already booked. you spared one last look at Seamus, who still was soaking in the glow of the spotlight before leaving the chalet. this is defeat for you, he can have the spotlight alone.

Seamus watched from his peripheral version, and he couldn’t ignore the clenching of his heart. he knew what he said was wrong but in his mind, the show must go on.

and finally he knew the meaning of what you would always tell him,

the bottom is lonely, and so is the top.

───── ❝  ❞ ─────

smoke /  James Porter

james oh, james. why must you be so reckless? being cautious is never a bad thing, it’s okay to have a plan, life isn’t always meant to be filled with surprises. when will you see that a little thought, planning, thinking before talking will lead you further than reckless adventures ever will.

keeping your relationship a thing between the both of is something that the both of you agreed on. you both agreed that it was going to be a private thing, but never a secret, if someone were to ask the both of you agreed to tell.

it wasn’t a bad thing, but some days you wish that the two of you could just act like a normal and open couple and today was one such day. 

turning your head from the sounds of the clinic’s door slam open only to watch James limp into room while keeping his arm around Mark for support made your heart ache, but made your body move even faster as you rushed to your partner’s side.

“what happened?” you rushed, quickly holding James’s hands in yours as you examined his face then body for wounds as Mark slowly sat James down, looking up at him for an answer.

“he detonated a smoke canister, blocking his view from an oncoming R4C.” Mark explained, then looked at Santiago stood at the door who had his head down.

you nodded as you started to undress James to better access his wounds.

“you need to take better care of yourself.” you said, eyes on the wounds and mentally counting them.

“less talkin’, more fixing yeah?” James grunted, his arms going up to cover his eyes.

clicking your tongue, you began fixing your partner up, “i am your-”

“nurse, doctor. i get it.” James cut you off before you could finish your sentence as he looked around the room, hands waving you off and shutting his eyes once more, “whatever”. he knew that that wasn’t what you originally was going to say. 

“still being stubborn even with a gash this big?” you bit back at your partner, typical James.

continuing to sterilize his wounds, you looked around the room to see if the other operators are still there. yeap, Mark was sitting in silence, watching from the corner of the room while Santiago stayed leaned against the door, still thinking of an apology.

“James, please look after yourself more, i won’t always be around to patch you up.”

“there are other doctors and nurses here, you’re not the only one.” James groaned as he felt the alcohol start to sting into his skin.

maybe it was the pain or the frustration making him behave like this but either ways, you weren't going to let him speak to you like that.

 “well,” you grit as you applied more pressure to his wound, making him hiss in pain, “i wouldn’t talk to the person who’s treating you in that manner.”

here’s the thing about James, his bark is worse than his bite. always talking to cause the most damage as possible without thinking of the repercussions, he’ll deal with it when it comes. 

“you’re just a doctor to me, just do your job.”

the silence that followed brought tension along with it, your movement stopped as you turned to look at your partner who has a scowl on his face. you knew that he was just saying it in the moment and it was just his reckless behavior coming through, but it sure did hurt. plus, this wasn’t the first time he had snapped at you.

the rest of the patching up was done in silence, all the fight you had in you had left, as you’re going to do exactly what he asked you to. just do your job, since you’re just his doctor to him and not a lover that would bend backwards for him, a lover that would do anything for him, a lover that was his lover.

placing down the bandage, you took off your gloves and turned away from James as you wrote his prescription form,

“bring this to the pharmacy, they’ll dispense the necessary medication to you. take care.” you stated as you passed the form to him.

and for once, James could feel the coldness coming from you. every time in the past where he snapped at you, you would just let it slide, using his personality as an excuse. letting him weasel his way back to you with sweet nothings and little punishment but this time was different.

“come on James, let’s go. i’ll let you use me as a crutch.”  Santiago joked, trying to lighten the mood.

but James shook his head, “i think i got an std, i’m gonna use this opportunity to get it checked out.” as he turned to you, “privacy please.”

Mark just nodded and stood up to leave while Santiago was trying his best to hold in his laughter, “ppft ,sure thing man. could have told me this before i let you tap it last week.” and quickly making his way out before James could give him a good smack.

ignoring the banter, you continued your work at your station.

“love, i’m in pain. could i get some extra tender loving care?” James whimpered as he limped to your side.

but the response he got anything but tender.

“don’t call me that and it would be out of the scope of my duty as a doctor to do that.” you stated, standing up to leave the room, “but if you feel like the steel surgery bed gives you what you need, be my guest to sleep on it.”

before you left the room, leaving James on his own, you spoke once more with your back faced towards him,

“i’m just your doctor, i’m just here to do my job.” 

as James stood alone in the room, he started to remember the moment where the both of you would hang out here, eating together and chatting while the both of you were still lovers, the room was nothing but home to him.

and now this room was nothing but a room to him. he never knew that he could find home in someone, sadly he had to learn this way.

the same recklessness of his that brought him so far could only carry him for so long before it turned on him.

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thatcher /  Mike Baker

mike oh mike. why do you always hold grudges? people do us wrong and sometimes, they never meant to do so, even if they did, it isn’t always your job to even the playing field and get even with them. when will you see that the grudges that you’re holding onto is only hold you down.

one thing that was clear to everyone about Mike was that he held grudges. no matter how far away from the future it was or how small it was, Mike had to get even. being born from a place of expectations where his real dreams were stripped away from him at a young age, he knew nothing but grudges against those who made him where he is today. 

however, the grudges he carry also played a part in landing him the position he is today, highly respected and even envied by many. Mike is able to channel his anger to make it work for him and to those who have wronged him or anyone he loves.

but it doesn’t always work in his favor, this is where his grudge becomes a double edged sword, his habit does not discriminate. despite his love for you, you’re not spared against it.

“Mike!” you yelled as you chased after your partner after the stunt he just pulled, and when you finally catch up to him, you yanked him by his sleeve to make him face you.

“hands off,” Mike ruffed as he shrugged your hold off of him, “what do you want from me?”

baffled by his response, you furrowed your brows, “what do i want from you? i want you to explain what the hell you just said just now!”

Mike just started to straightened his sleeve, “i meant it when i said that having you on my team is a terrible decision.” without looking back at you, he stretched his back and arms before continuing his sentence, “and i’m not apologizing for not telling anyone that we’re together.”

“what’s so wrong with letting others know about us?” you gasped, “why do i always have to be kept as a secret?”

keeping his silence, Mike just turned away and started to walk away from you, “and you started it first.”

now he's really pushing it too far, as you wreck your brain for a possible reason that 'you started it' , thinking back on the times where you perhaps had stepped on his tail, be it knowingly or unknowingly.

"Mike! is it the time where I called you old fashioned in front of your friends?"

when he kept his silence and gaze forwards but stopped in his tracks, you knew you had hit the nail square on the head.

"that was so long ago! and I have already apologised for it mulitple times!" you stated as you walked in front of him to face him, "but if you want me to apologise again, I will. I'm sorry Mike, it was really rude of me to say that and embarass you like that in front of your friends."

taking his hands in yours, you hoped that it was enough to get through to your partner and his nature.

"fine." he grumbled as he pushed your hands off his and continued to walk back to the canteen, "I'm tired, let me go and rest."

as he walked further and further, leaving you behind, still rooted into the ground,

"I said I'm sorry Mike!", hoping that he'll turn around and take you along with him.

he just nodded and waved you off.

even though he had got more apologies than needed from you and the score had already been more than settled, and he won.

yet the same weight still weighs his heart down. the weight of holding a grudge way past it's expiry date, this is the loneliness only he knows, the loneliness only he can get rid of.

he won the battle but lost the war, the battle being his pride and grudges, and the war?

you.

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[writingmydelusions]

Mission Retrieval: Dead or Alive

Flashback (takes place after Deimos betrays Daniel.)

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You gripped the rope as you slid down from the helicopter to the ruined warehouse.

Both of your cohorts slid down with you, one losing his balance slightly as he touched the ground and the other landing on his heels. You signaled them to approach the building.

Up ahead of your group, you could see that the door was caved in by some sort of blast. The walls were partially collapsed, revealing the metal wiring as smoke flooded out from the destroyed walls.

"Masks." You barked as you retrieved your mask from your kit and signaled your cohorts to do the same.

You advanced with your team into the destroyed complex, being careful as you stepped over shrapnel and debris in search of your target, Daniel Bogart. A loving father of two, trapped underneath the rubble, dead or alive.

"Jesus...what the hell happened here?" The man beside you piped up.

"An "accident", it looks like." You replied as you shifted your gaze around your surroundings to search for any clue as to where Daniel might be laying. Any hint of a hand sticking out from the rubble. Any blood amongst the smoke and debris...

You saw a broken helmet several feet away.

"Over here." You signaled your cohorts to follow you. Your group stepped over broken glass and collapsed railing as they made their way to the broken helmet and goggles.

It took your group almost half an hour too long to dig up any trace of the operative. What you saw of his body was terrible, given the bleeding and open gash, but nothing you haven't seen before. Perhaps he could still be revived. With some amount of effort, you stripped his vest off of him and threw it aside.

You handed your weapon over to one of your men as you attempted CPR on him.

You weren't too optimistic.

You took off your gas mask and touched your lips with his, breathing air into his mouth as best as you could. Relief flooded your heart like a wayward train as Daniel started to sputter and cough.

"Get me the spare mask. He's alive!" You barked.

You strapped the mask over his head.

"He's alive?" One of your cohorts asked in surprise.

You nodded as you put your mask back on and picked the injured operative up. You noted how heavy he was as you carried him over your shoulders and the warmth that ran down your back as Daniel bled from his leg onto your clothing.

"Randy, radio the helicopter. Our newest detainee needs medical attention before we send him to the CIA for questioning." You knew where he was going. You knew he was probably going to disappear forever after your superiors got what they wanted out of him. You didn't know what Daniel did wrong, exactly, but you assumed this was to cover up Gerald's betrayal. Perhaps his boss blamed him for it.

After all, You were here to retrieve him, dead or alive. Once he was medevac'd, his fate was no longer in your hands.

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[konigsprinzessin]

when the fuck is ubisoft gonna give us ukrainian operators and what happened to RUBY?! do y'all remember ruby? our little polish man?!

#seriously where the fuck is ruby #VLODOMYR #i hope they don't name one of them oleg #r6 #r6s #rainbow 6 siege #r6s x reader #r6 x reader #rainbow 6 #rainbow six #rainbow six siege x reader #x reader #rainbow6 #rainbow #requests #rainbow six siege #r6siege

[gloomiebearwritings]

any headcanons for how doc would react to someone flirting with him?

+_+ Absolutely!! I went a little far and added a small blurb to it too! Hope ya like 'em!! ❤❤❤

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He honestly wouldn’t really notice at first, coming off as a bit dense and/or aloof about the situation- but really, he just doesn’t realize your motives 

Sometimes it seemed like he was too distracted to really understand the more subtle attempts at flirting, often taking it as just being playful- even sometimes returning the playfulness with his own

It’s not until you start being more straight forward with it that it finally hit him, the tips of his ears darkening as he’d stumble over himself

He sat there, looking up at you with widened eyes, twisting the pen between his index finger and thumb- his cheeks and tips of the ears were darkened as he quickly averted his eyes. Setting the pen down next to the papers he’d been trying to organize he finally spoke up…“Y/N… you’re a bit bolder than I thought.” he said, attempting to sound professional considering you were sitting on the exam table next to him. His handsome eyes bounced between you and just about anything else in the room that he could pretend was more interesting- though it was quite obvious he was flustered. 

At first it seemed like he was agitated, maybe even huffy while his back was turned to you- but the moment he turned to face you his eyes were soft and his overall expression being calmer than his voice let on. Removing his gloves, he stepped closer, placing his hands on either side of your legs…”Is this alright?” he questions, waiting for your approval before moving closer between your knees. He broke the moment silence between the two of you with a light chuckle, saying he felt stupid for not understanding your more subtle hints before…”It’s a shame you had to be so blunt about it but… if it makes you feel any better- the feeling’s mutual.”

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[rightshoeonleftfoot]

How the flowers bloom

Pairing: Marius "Jäger" Streicher x GN!reader

Summary: This is part 2 of my smitten!Jäger x oblivious!reader series. Jäger explains a bit of his work to you.

Warnings: None, this is all just wholesome fluff!

Words: 1.6k

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

This is still not proofread! Criticism is welcome, and I do take requests for this fic :)

Your front door opens, the creaking of the hinges resonating through your house. The sounds of a person taking their shoes off can be heard from upstairs. You peek over the railing of the first floor, only to spot Marius. He has his bag slung over his shoulder, and a tool case and a big black unmarked case on the floor.

He lets his bag fall to the floor, and with everything else he's brought, you realise he's come here to work. He sighs and looks around the kitchen, before picking his things back up and heading to his office, a spare room you had let him set up shop in since he was over so often.

He closes the door behind him, without even saying hello to you. Your curiosity is piqued as you slowly go down the stairs and through the kitchen to get to his office. You sneak your way to his door, not wanting to alert him to your presence, and carefully lean your ear up against it.

You can hear him unpacking his work, the metal of his tools clanging on the wooden desk and the small, ambient music coming from his bluetooth speaker. He sighs as he starts to work, or you assume so as you can hear the soft sounds of him putting his screwdriver down to pick up something else, something that sounds heavier. You've always loved watching him work. It's one of the things in life you find calming.

You wonder if he'll mind. He didn't say "hi" like he usually does, and that worries you. You push those thoughts away and head to the kitchen to make him some coffee, assuming he's tired. The coffee machine starts with a soothing hum, and you take out a mug for him.

The machine fills the cup with coffee, and you add cream and sugar to his liking. You pick up the cup and carefully head back to his office, making sure not to spill anything. You open the door slowly, to find Marius completely engrossed in his work.

He doesn't notice you, keeping his head down and biting the end of his pen. He is focused as he leaves the pen in his mouth and adjusts a few screws on his project. He takes the pen out of his mouth and writes down a few notes, before sighing and stretching. He taps his pen on his desk twice before flipping his project around.

"Marius." You call out softly, approaching him from behind. He tenses up before immediately relaxing and turning to look at you. "Schatzi! I didn't know you were home." He fidgets with his pen, twirling it in his hand absentmindedly. He puts his hands on his thighs, discreetly wiping them before clearing his throat. "The house was so quiet so I wasn't sure..."

You hand him his coffee and he quickly takes it, avoiding touching your hands with his as he does so. "Yeah, I was just reading upstairs." You explained as you leaned forward on his desk. He leans back against his chair, putting some distance between the both of you. "Can I watch you work?" Your question makes him hesitate, and he looks behind him for a second before looking back at you.

"Uhm. Okay, just, don't get too much in my personal space, ja?" He jokes as he drops his pen on the floor. He sighs and slowly bends over to pick it up. As he goes to pick it up, he accidentally pushes it away from him and just looks at it for a solid few seconds. He bends over to pick it up, but you've already beaten him to it.

You swipe it from right under his nose and for a second, your face is so close to his he thinks you might put him out of his misery and kiss him. But you don't. Of course you don't. Instead, you back up after putting his pen back on his desk and smile at him. You turn away to drag a chair next to him so you can watch him work.

The silence is tense, at least to him, and the only thing filling the silence being the soft music playing in the background. He should not be blushing like that around you. He's pushing 40 for fuck's sake. Why is his body reacting to you like he's in high school again? His heart is beating hard when he feels you lean in close to him to see his work better and he hates it.

He decides to act like you're not there, like your presence doesn't bother him. Like every time you smile at him or touch him it doesn't make him a little more scared of dying on the job. It's beyond frustrating for you to always be so god damned close to him, for it to not affect you like it affects him.

He's so focused on ignoring you, he doesn't realize he hasn't been working for five minutes. You don't know why he's just frozen in place like this, his screwdriver just hovering over his personal project, even though he doesn't even need to screw anything in. "Marius." You call out softly, trying to keep yourself from chuckling at just how distracted he is. He nearly jumps out of his skin as his grip tightens on the screwdriver and he seems to notice he hasn't been working.

"Ja?" He doesn't look back at you, and you think he's just trying to focus up, not noticing the fact that his cheeks are bright red. "Explain what you're doing right now. I'm confused." Oh God. You're smiling when you ask that, and you don't realize he can hear it even though he's not looking at you. "Oh, ja, I can do that." He takes a deep breath and finally starts explaining. His words are a bit rushed, not the usual calm, passionate cadence you're used to.

"Essentially, I'm trying to lessen the resistance so it takes a minimal amount of power to work. I'm worried I might have wired the circuit wrong though." He explains as he puts his screwdriver down with the rest of his tools and starts looking at the different wires on the circuit board. "So, see, here the power should be of 110 watts but it doesn't seem to output enough to turn on my test bulb."

The more he explains, the more you can see his shoulders relax and hear his cadence slow. You admire him really, the expertise with which he navigates around his circuit, the confidence he has working with such complicated objects. His passion for his work is palpable, and he gets so into his work he's not realising you've slowly been getting closer and closer to him to get a better angle on what he's been doing.

His hands work expertly with the small wires as he explains everything to you. He talks a little fast, making it tough for you to understand everything he says but you enjoy listening to him regardless. He always waits for you to confirm you've heard what he said before he continues. You miss small cues. Like how his grip seems to tighten on the tool he's using every time he feels your breath on the back of his neck. How every time he notices your closeness, he trips over his words.

You watch him attentively, absorbing whatever information you can understand. He starts to trail off, focusing more on the equations he's trying to solve. He taps his pen on his desk as he thinks, and you try to solve it in your head to see if you can help him.

"Liebe." He calls out suddenly as he looks at you. He's still tapping his pen on the desk absentmindedly as you hum in response. "Hm?" You tilt your head slightly to actually look at him. He looks away for a second, before you hear him sigh and he looks back at you. "You wanna go to the museum later this week? There's a, uhm, cool exhibit they've just added on planets, you might like it."

You don't answer as you try to think of when you're free, but your lack of answer seems to make him follow up on his question quickly. "You know, just uhm, you and me.." His voice trails off awkwardly. It's nothing out of the ordinary for the two of you to do things one on one. He's your best friend after all. You pull your phone out to check your calendar. "Friday?" You ask him curiously.

His face lights up immediately. "Ja, ja, I can pick you up too." He seems almost too eager that you have accepted his offer. You're not sure why, but you're happy he's not so tense anymore. You miss how his pen tapping on the desk has gotten quicker, how he now seems to have a smile plastered on his face, the way he completely relaxes now that you've said yes.

Your phone rings, breaking the moment. "I have to take this." You grimaced at the sight of your boss calling you. "Of course of course." Marius replies, and you finally notice how brightly he's smiling. You leave his office, answering your phone, and he closes his office door after you exit. You've just missed how he celebrated quietly in his office, and how he nearly knocked his project off his desk because of his celebration.

His happiness is contagious, you think. You yourself feel giddy and you're not sure why. You briefly look back at his office door as you talk to your boss, before focusing back on the heated conversation over the phone, still completely unaware of how he'd travel to the ends of the universe if it meant he could just be with you.

Sorry for a slightly shorter chapter! I'm really busy with college so I haven't had as much time which is why I took so long (also had writer's block haha) I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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[infinitewhore]

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[randofics]

OOC Mozzie r6s x reader

I've never played r6s, nor do I know much of the storyline. I honestly just find Mozzie attractive.😅

Also, I looked up how tall he is, and he's literally just 2 inches taller than me at 5'4"! Like I knew, he was short, but I didn't expect him to be that short.

18+ under the cut

It was late when your friend Mozzie knocked on your door. He was still wearing his kit, having been too lazy to remove it after his slow day. You had been in the middle of cleaning still in your work clothes as well when you let him inside.

"Mozzie, I'm a bit busy at the moment."

"It's alright. I'll wait for you." You let out an incredulous laugh as you continued your cleaning. "What? You don't think I can wait for you?"

"No, I've never seen you sit still without a distraction for more than three minutes." He sits in your wooden chair, crossing his arms. "You wanna bet?"

"Mozz, I'll be done with this in a few minutes anyway, so just play on your phone or something."

"You're no fun, y/n!" He shakes his head with a grin under his helmet as he slumps in the chair. His phone chiming with notifications when he turns it on. You place your clean clothes in their respective drawers as his green eyes flicker across the screen.

A smile crossed your face when you heard the music from his game. Another minute or so, and he'd be completely distracted by it. You continued tidying your room, making sure everything was in its place.

The itchy tag on your shirt kept bugging you whenever you moved, and you needed to get changed anyway, so looking over at Mozzie, you made sure he was focused on the game. You took out your old oversized shirt along with your baggy shorts and faced away from him just in case he glanced up.

The movement of you pulling your hair down caught his attention. When you pulled up the hem of your work shirt, his eyes widened. He tried to focus on his screen, but his gaze kept moving back to you. He watched you unclasp your bra, breathing a sigh of relief at the released pressure.

You roll your shoulders in an attempt to loosen the tension and grab your clean shirt, tugging it over your head and arms. Subconsciously, you feel his gaze on you but choose to ignore it.

He slips down further in the chair as he observes you, phone still in his hands. The chair creaks with his movements, and you look back at him. He's still focused on his phone tapping the screen as he plays. You turn back, bending over as you pull down your pants.

Looking up at you again, he swallows, taking in the sight of your covered nethers, as his leg starts to bounce nervously. He can't help the dirty thoughts that cross his mind and the things he's been wanting to do to you for a while, which comes flooding back to him.

You glance at him again, and this time, he doesn't look away quickly enough. You knew it was a gamble whether he'd look or not. With your shorts pulled up, you cross the room towards him. He watches as you get closer, his heart rate spiking in anticipation.

You step between his legs, placing a hand on the back of the chair over his shoulder and leaning over him to cut off the main light. Your chest in his face makes him blush, and as you try to leave him, he grips your waist. "Where do you think you're going little magpie? You don't just do that and expect me to ignore it."

He unbuckles the clasp of his helmet, pulling it off with one hand and sitting it on the floor. "Help me take off my vest, will ya?" You work together to undo the buckles and velcro, and he lifts it over his head, laying it with his helmet.

"C'mere." He pats his lap, beckoning you to sit, and you oblige. He grips your rear, pulling you flush to him. Your hands pressed into his chest as you come nose to nose with him. He gives you a devilish grin, placing one hand on your thigh, the other moving to caress your jaw.

This had been coming for a while now. You two were clearly no longer "just friends," as you and Mozz liked to put it.

Your eyes flutter closed as he pulls you in. He kisses you gently at first, relaxing into the chair as your hands move to card through his hair. Rough hands gripping your flesh make heat spread over your face as he runs them up your sides to your chest. "I could tell that bra was rough on ya, baby. Let me help with that tension."

Gently, he starts to massage your breasts, easing the dull ache you had gotten so used to over the years. You let out a content sigh, laying your forhead in the crook of his neck and gripping the back of his shirt. "I bet that feels better, doesn't it?" You practically purr in agreement, adjusting your hips in his lap.

The soft bulge forming in his pants presses into your thigh, and you get a mischievous idea. Adjusting again, you sit right on him, making him suck in a breath. Your lips attack his neck as your hands run over his abs beneath his shirt. A breathy chuckle escapes his lips. "You sure are excited, magpie. Mmh, easy on the neck. It's a tad sensitive."

You lightly nip his jaw, trailing kisses down his throat. Your hips grind down into him, and he tilts his head back in pleasure. Pulling his shirt up, you nudge him to lift his arms. "I don't wanna be the only one without a shirt here." You tug your own shirt off, tossing it with his. His lips press into the Y of your chest as he leans forward, holding you up with his strong arms.

His green eyes, half lidded, meet yours as you stretch, arching your back. When you wrap your arms around him again, he abruptly stands, lifting you up by the thighs. A squeak escapes your throat at the quick movement.

You bounce as he falls forward onto your bed. This time, it's his lips on your neck as you lock your legs around his hips. His hand slips under your waistband and into your underwear. Rough fingertips graze your sensitive button, and your breath hitches in your throat. He swipes his fingers through your folds, causing a moan to tumble from your lips.

You feel them dip inside you, and you grip his shoulders. He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you scissoring them inside you, adding to your pleasure. Moans escape your throat as he adds another finger meticulously, rubbing them along your walls in an attempt to find your g-spot. When you arch your back, scratching your nails across his skin, letting out pitiful whines, he knows he's found it.

He presses the pad of his finger there, rubbing it in small circles as you shake a little beneath him. "Mozz, please! I need you!"

"Ok, shh, you'll have me lovely. Are you on the pill?" You nod gripping the wrist, still shoved in your shorts. Ever so gently, he pulls his fingers from you, leaving you empty. He unceremoniously pulls down your shorts, tossing them with the shirts and produces his knife, cutting the cheap underwear from your body.

Discarding the knife with his belt, he unzips his pants, letting them fall to the floor along with his briefs. You're both naked now as he climbs back on top of you, slotting himself between your legs. Grabbing his face, you pull him in for a kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair.

His member prodds your folds as he lowers himself onto you, and subconsciously, your legs lock around his waist again. Rocking his hips, he lubricates himself with your slick. "You ready, Magpie?"

"Yeah, go ahead, Mozz." Gently and slowly, he pierces your ring of muscles which quiver around him. You hug him tight as he sinks deeper inside you, reaching deeper than his fingers had earlier. Once he's hilted inside you, he lets you relax around him. Eventually, though, the long wait becomes too much for him, and he pulls out a bit, plunging right back in a second later.

Your moans and mewls grow louder as you feel your coil is close to snapping. He grips your shoulder and thigh, pulling you into his thrusts. "You feel amazing, love!" His words come out in breathy panting, hips ramming into yours.

"Mozzie! Harder!" Without a second thought, he does as asked, thrusting harder into you. His mouth on your neck and chest leaves behind red marks, and his nails dig into your thigh at his own pleasure. He can feel himself twitching inside you as his coil gets tighter.

When you finally release around him, your muscles tighten, squeezing him like a vice. Your voice moaning his name tips him over the edge, and he feels himself release inside you like a water gun. Chills flow over him at the intense pleasure.

You feel hot liquid fill your insides as his member twitches hard against your walls. Your nails dig into his back, leaving angry red lines in their wake.

He kisses you again, uncoordinated and sloppy with his sudden drained energy. When he attempts to pull out of you, your legs tighten around him, keeping him there. "Lovely, what are you doing?"

"Don't go. At least not yet." He chuckles into your hair, placing a kiss to your forhead. "You're like my little koala."

With a sigh, he relents relaxing in your embrace. "I love you, y/n."

"I love you too, Mozzie." Sleep quickly overtakes the two of you, and you rest peacefully the entire night.

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[n3ssier]

hi! i noticed your taking requests! could you write a glaz x reader fic where the reader collects vintage slavic collectibles? maybe soviet things if that helps spark some ideas! what would glaz's reaction be to this?1

OF COURSE!! TYSM FOR REQUESTING

okay this might be terrible, its like my first post here and also bc i dont know glaz too well, so if theres something wrong pls let me know and ill gladly rewrite for ya!!! also i hope this is what u meant by the vintage items n stuff 😭😭💞💞

the clock reads 2am, and for some reason beyond your restless mind, you just cant sleep. you roll over in your shared bed to see timur asleep beside you, maybe his soft snores were the culprit to your lack of sleep, or maybe you just shouldn’t have had so much sugar only 2 hours before.

after admiring your sleeping boyfriend enough to make you feel warm, you decide to get up and find something to do. walking over to the desk and drawers not far from the bed, turning on the dim lamp as you reach into a drawer and pull a small box lined with protective bubble wrap. you open the box with a small sense of pride, talking out the contents to admire and thinking about what to spend time finding and acquiring next. 

by now, timur has noticed your lack of presence in the previously warm bed. you turn slightly and look over your shoulder to see him getting up to approach you. “what are you up to at this time, любимая?” he asks in that groggy sleep-ridden voice that you love. he stands behind you as he rests his hands on your shoulders and looks over you at your collection on the table, revealing a group of vintage slavic collectables, the first few he notices are a trinket/jewellery box, a military compass, a small group of russian dolls (CUTEE) and a watch.

“do you like it?” you ask slowly, while watching his face unsurely as he studies the objects on the table. “i like it very much, do you collect these, любимая?” to which you reply “yep!”. timur tilts his head to look over at you and smiles softy, before asking “in that case, would you like me to take you out this weekend and find more to grow this collection? on the one condition that you go to sleep with me just now, as it’s very late and i’d rather you not be tired at work.” you agree to him and he places a gentle kiss on your temple before leading you back to bed.

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