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itsohh · 8 months

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Proposing with the Spetsnaz’s

A/N: R6S is in a bad spot rn but at least the ops are still hot. Big thanks to my lovely beta lululandd who I would die for.

Warnings: None

Glaz

There was an anxious shift in your mind. One that had been like that the entire time you sat there. You were almost completely alone, the night sky shining a million diamonds above while you had curled up by the window. There was a little window seat that you always loved to read at, it was a peaceful little spot in your lover's apartment. What was different about this time was the fact that he sat parallel to you.

In front of him was a large canvas, one he had been working on for hours on end. It made you so anxious about your movements, so scared that you would interrupt and change his view if you moved. At first, when he brought it out, you had gone to move but he had insisted on you staying there. He’d even brought you a warm drink to coax you to stay there- even a blanket.

“Relax, if you were in my way I would have asked you to move two hours ago.” He placed down the brush and put it to the side. He stepped back, let out a breath and nodded. “But, doesn’t matter now. I’ve finished.”

“You’ve finished?” You cocked a brow, he was never usually that quick at painting and you couldn’t imagine a canvas that big would only take a few hours. His eyes flicked up with a smile and nodded.

“Ah, I’ve been working on it for a while now but finally got around to finishing it tonight.” There was a look in his eyes, one that you couldn’t quite place. Was there something off? Yet, he didn’t seem upset in any way. “Would you like to see?” At his question, you nodded and closed your book. You placed it to the side and sat up. Timur turned the stand around and the painting with it.

Your lips parted as you saw the entirety of the picture. It was far more zoomed out than you had originally thought. Instead of just the sky and buildings nearby, it was the direct view from where he stood. A frame of where you sat. Your head was turned towards the sky, while your book was open in your hands. The blanket covered your curled legs. “Timur…” Your breath hitched as you saw the night sky in the painting, it wasn’t the same as you spied outside. Instead, the stars spelt out ‘Marry me?’ Your head looked up and you made eye contact with you. “Do you mean it?”

“I wouldn’t have spent all this time painting it if I didn’t.”

The blanket fell to the ground and you leapt to your feet. It took you a couple of seconds to get around the canvas but you stretched your arms out around him with a laugh and a smile.

“Yes, Timur. Yes.” You pressed your hands against his face and leaned into him. The kiss you gave him was sweet. It was long and slow and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you and pull you into his lap. When the pair of you parted it was only barely, you couldn’t contain the grin that consumed your entire face.

“I didn’t even show you the ring.” He breathed while your forehead pressed against his.

“I didn’t need to see it to know my answer.”

Fuze

Light from the projected screen illuminated the room. You were rather cozied up next to Shuhrat, it wasn’t too often that the pair of you could go to the theatre without someone else joining you. How he had managed to pull it off remained unknown but you didn’t bother to ask into it. Sometimes things were better left unknown. In all honesty, you hadn’t been paying too much attention to the film. Instead, you were focused on the way you were snuggled against Shuhrat's arm. His hand had made its home on your knee where his thumb gently stroked. A blanket covered the pair of you while the movie continued all around you.

“This movie is bad,” Shuhrat mumbled and you couldn’t help but laugh at his monotone voice.

“You picked it.” You pointed out and his eyes turned to focus on you.

“I picked poorly.”

“Ah, not all of them can be winners. We can turn it off and put something else on if you like.”

“I don’t want to ruin you watching it.”

“I’m not gonna lie Shuhrat, I zoned out like half an hour ago.” He raised a brow at you and you shrugged. “I just like chilling with you. We’ll be back in the field tomorrow and it’s nice to have a calm before the storm.”

“You don’t like the storm?”

“Not recently with how many people we have lost to it recently.” You glanced away for a second. “She can be a cruel mistress but I don’t think I would trade it for the world. This is my place in the world and I’m happy with that. I think one day the storm will take me too but that's just part of life.”

Shuhrat stared at you and you couldn’t help the heat that formed on your face. You cleared your throat and unlatched from his arm. “Sorry, didn’t mean to get so morbid.”

“I have to ask you something.” His words demanded your attention and you turned to face him.

“What's up?”

“After last time I wasn’t sure I would ever want to ask this again but after some careful consideration, I think I am. You're by my side day after day, night after night and I want you covering my back for as long as you can.” His other hand escaped the blanket and you could see the small box in it that he opened with his thumb. There sat an engraved platinum ring. It didn’t have any rocks on it and was rather minimalistic, perfect for everyday use in your line of work. “Will you marry me?” He looked at you for your reaction.

You covered your mouth with your hand. The car explosion on the projector went unnoticed as you silently nodded towards you.

“I mean we already moved in together and everything I just thought you never wanted to actually like… get married.” You whispered.

“I didn’t, not for a long time.”

“What changed your mind?”

Shuhrat looked away from you at the question and you tilted your head to get a better look at him. “Something Timur said to me.”

“Timur? What did he say?”

“We were watching you take down Alexsandr and he said to me, ‘It seems fate really did have things in store for you when you broke off your engagement. I’m glad that you managed to find your one. Especially someone able to keep Alexsandr on his feet. Or the floor I suppose.’ He was right and I didn’t want to squander that.” He picked the ring from the box, took your hand from your face and slowly slipped the ring on. There was a warm smile on your face that was so extremely rare to see. Shuhrat brought your hand to his face and gently kissed just below the ring.

Kapkan

Sleep had long since taken control of you. It wasn't your fault though, it had been a long day and an even longer drive. With the music at a low level and a comfortable silence between the pair of you, it was rather easy to slip into your dozed form.

Maxim hadn't bothered to wake you, there was no reason to. Besides, he did like that relaxed face that spread across your face. It wasn't until he parked the car at the cabin and got settled did he go to disturb you. His attempt to pick you up without disrupting or waking you failed and soon you stirred from your sleep in his arms.

He had made sure to open the door before he picked you up so it was easy for him to carry you. A yawn left your lips and you blinked away. "Go back to sleep. I'll look after you."

You pressed your face into his chest slightly. "We're here?"

"Yeah, don't worry I'll sort everything out."

"Mmm, you’re too nice to me." That had him chuckle slightly. It wasn't very often he was called nice.

"I look after my own."

"Is that what I am?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm yours?" You asked and he cocked a brow.

"I had assumed so considering the nature of our relationship was I wrong?" He already knew the answer and exactly how you felt but humored your question regardless. You had piqued his interest.

"Make it offical then. In writing."

"In writing?"

You pressed your lips together and cleared your throat slightly. "I am formally asking you, Maxim Basuda, if you would like to marry me." Your voice had a slight joking tone. A performance tone. He chuckled and placed you on your side of the bed that he had already prepared before he got you.

"I'm serious. I wanna get hitched. I don't really care too much about how we do it or where really. Fuck it we could get eloped if you wanna. But I wanna marry you, Maxim. Really badly."

He stared down at you and then sat on the bed next to you. "How long have you thought about this?"

"A while, I've been waiting for you to ask for ages and finally got sick of waiting. Thought I'd bite the bullet and just ask, it wasn't hard to when I got to wake in your arms ."

He turned away with a tsk. The man seemed a little amused but annoyed. "I've been trying to decide on a ring for a while now." He pulled out a box from the inside of his jacket and snapped it on the table next to you. "Everyone has ideas. Personally, rings don't matter that much to me but I can't deny I like having a piece of me with you." You picked up the box and flicked it open where inside was a basic ring. It didn't have any customisation to it, completely uniform. It was rather dark and caught the small amount of light that streamed into the room from the hallway.

"Jordan suggested it. It's tungsten. I was planning to ask you sometime during this trip but you beat me to it."

You twirled the metal ring on your finger. "You went around asking everyone?"

"First it started with Alexsandr considering he's been married before then it grew from there. It was quite interesting to see the way that they talked. A lot of them said what they would want and then there were a few debates on what you would like."

"How did you decide?"

"Jordan discussed the properties of the metal. I wanted something that would remind you of me."

"...Something that shatters under a lot of pressure? One of the hardest things out there?"

"I was going for practice." He gave you a playful glare and you slipped it on with a grin. "If you don't like it I can-"

"No! It's mine." You clutched your hand to your chest for a second and leaned towards him. "And so are you."

Tachanka

The wind whipped past your face as you sprinted. Gunfire continued all around you. What seemed like a marathon was only about twenty meters, maybe thirty. “Hey come on, don’t tell me you're tapping out this early.” Your voice was a jest, a concerned but lighthearted smile on your face as you helped him up off the ground. The metal table acted as perfect cover while he shook off the bullets to his plate.

“Take a little more than that to keep me down.” He smiled with a groan and rolled his shoulders. You heard a decent popping crack from one and couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips. He raised a brow and gathered his gun where he reloaded the mag.

“Good, cooking duty wouldn’t be the same without you.” You peaked up from the table and your eyes went to the grenade that dropped just in front of it. Alexsandr started to rise and follow your lead just in time for you to snatch the strap on the front of his armor. His body moved with yours as you dived back down and dragged him along with you. “‘Nade!” The explosion went off only a second later and his eyes locked with yours. The pair of you stayed frozen, panting slightly.

“Marry me.”

“What?” Your mind restarted at the words and he smirked.

“You hear me, I died once, it would be a tragedy to die again knowing I didn’t marry you so-” He placed his dirty hand against your face. “-Marry me.”

“You thought now, of all times, would be a good time to ask? Alex we are in a gunfight.”

“You don’t want to get married?”

“I…I do, of course I do… Fuck, I’m going to marry you and then kill you for asking right now I swear to god.”

His face stretched out into a massive grin and he got off you and peaked the table. Alex turned back to face you as you got off the ground. Without hesitation, you felt his lips against yours. It was only for the quickest of seconds but it was enough for you to blink a few times and stutter to his booming laugh, only covered by the sound of gunfire.

“It would be worth it!”

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ruskizzo · 5 months

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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. :(

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darlingdarkly · 19 days

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Fates Worse Than Death part 3

Deimos x f!reader noncon Enemies to Lovers

5.6k words

CW: noncon!elements, dubcon!elements, electrocution (non sexual), bondage, unprotected climactic pnv intercourse, threats of forced impreg, breeding kink

Part: 1, 2, 4

It was early when he left, Reveille hadn’t even blared its siren song to give rise to the base and its inhabitants. It was almost dreamlike in the way he came to you, soft and sweet in pulling you from the depths of your slumber. He left your mask on and you were grateful for it, without your sight it was easier to let the roles slip, just take it as it presented itself without the clouded lenses of your predicament.

So when he leaned down and lightly shook you awake you came up gently as the cot dipped to accommodate his weight. “I’m going, sugarcane.” You groaned and when you spoke, voice sleep strained and groggy and he saw your arms strain against the straps as you attempted to lift up and touch him made him wish to call the whole thing off, who gave a shit about meetings when he could just undo your straps, pick you up bridal style and carry you over to his bed where you belonged, lay in bed all day and make love to you over and over and over.

But it’s easy to forget the kitten has claws when she’s like this, it’d do not to forget she’s not as docile as she presents. “What time is it?” His fingers trail up your arm, the gloved pads of his digits swirling nonsensical patterns on your warm skin. “Early. 4:30. You can go back to sleep, I’ve arranged for someone to come in and help you out of your restraints and feed you, you’ll be staying up here until I return. I’ve got a surprise lined up for you later today.” He stops speaking and you feel one glove come up and smooth your hair, his thumb sweeping back and forth over the errant strands on your forehead.

“Be good for me.” You almost wish you could be but you won’t and deep down you both know you have to play the game so he says it and he means it but it doesn’t mean he believes you when you say you will. He spends a few more fleeting moments lingering in this early morning light, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your temple, one that cut through all the bullshit and made its way to the core. It was a message, a last plea, stay, be good, I know this is fucked but it could work couldn’t it? We both feel this, behind the roles and twisted implications, who gives a fuck how it started?

Then he was gone and you drifted off until Reveille woke up an entirely different woman than Deimos had kissed on his way out the door. A few minutes later someone entered the room and pulled the mask from your eyes. It was short and stocky and he looked as pissed off to see you as you were to see him. Obviously though, Deimos had had some sort of chat with him about his manners because he was on his best behavior as he carefully undid your straps.

It wasn’t time yet so you stayed compliant, sitting up on the cot and waiting for him to back away before standing and heading for the bathroom. He didn’t watch you like Deimos had as you showered but he was right outside of the door and frisked you a bit too thoroughly as you stepped out, dressed and ready for the day.

He left the room and you alone in it as he went to get breakfast for you. It was the first time you really got a good look at your surroundings. The room was double big, like it was really two rooms where the wall separating them had been knocked down. The walls were papered in deep red scroll and his bed took up the center of his section of the room. There wasn’t much else to speak of, a few dressers and a wardrobe against the far wall, a desk with a few pens in a cup on its mahogany surface. Your section of the room was even barer, just your cot and four empty walls, though they were also papered in dark red scroll.

It wasn’t long before short and stocky came back, tray in hand as he plopped it unceremoniously on the desk in Deimos’s section of the room, it didn’t topple over but the contents spilled out of their sections into each other and the juice you were meant to drink knocked over and spilled out over the wood. He looked you dead in the eye before turning and leaving.

You were glad for the way things turned out later on. You stood from the cot and made your way over to the desk, while the juice was off the table (more like all over the table) the food was still edible and after retrieving a towel from the cabinet in the bathroom and cleaning up his mess, you ate everything eagerly, you’d need every bit of it to escape. When you’d finished you knocked on the door and he came back to retrieve the tray.

“Good, you cleaned up your mess. Good to know he’s teaching you something useful other than how to take his cock.” You don’t even bother with a response, let it sink into your skin, you’ll get your licks back and they’ll be far more rewarding as actions rather than words. He isn’t quite done yet though.

“What? Nothing to say? You’re no spitfire. Whatever he sees in you is bullshit and he’ll know it soon and when he does I hope he lets me pull the trigger on you. I wanna watch the life drain from your eyes as I’m the last thing you see.” That seems to satisfy him and he leaves believing he’s the one on the high note. That's fine, let him. The morning passes slow and you try to retrace the plan in your brain, check it once, twice, three times for flaws. There is no alternative, no plan B. If this didn’t pan out your way, if anything went wrong, your goose was cooked.

It wasn’t until after lunch that you decided Deimos was probably far enough away that if something went awry it would at least take him some time to get back, enough time for you to get far enough away to have a chance at disappearing. You could link back up with rainbow after you’d meshed into the closest population dense city. Short and stocky had just left with your empty lunch tray as you bent down and pulled your paper clip free from its shoe home and unbent it to turn it into a shabby but functional lock pick. The outer doors of the facility were far too heavy duty for your little makeshift tool, but the door out of this room was all you needed unlocked for your escape.

You got up off the bed and walked to the solid wooden door, pressing your ear up against it to hear any activity on the other side. It was silent and still as far as you could tell so you bent down and set to work, carefully raking the paper clip around inside the lock mechanism to try and jostle the tumblers. It was a slow, tedious process but after a few minutes work the lock clicked and the knob turned freely.

You stepped cautiously out of the doorway and out into the hall. Short and stocky stood at the top of the stairs with his back to you, this was your chance. You strode forward with careful purpose, trying to stay as quiet as possible while moving as quickly as you could, if he saw you now it’d be a fight and one you’d probably lose.

He started to turn and you took the last few strides in a run, the element of surprise nearly lost as you pushed him with all your body weight and watched almost in slow-mo as he careened over the edge of the stairs, arms pinwheeling to prevent his fall but it was no use.

His side made first contact with the concrete stairs, producing four audible, gut wrenching cracks that seared white hot pain up his spine and knocked the air from his lungs. He continued to tumble, rolling over once, twice, and landing awkwardly on his right forearm at an acute angle. It’s there he heard another pop as his arm took the brunt of the fall and he landed in an agitated heap, screaming mad and hell bent on killing you when he got to his feet.

But before he could you were on him, the last thing he saw was your fist coming down on his temple, ironically knocking him out the very same way he’d threatened on the night of your capture and then all went dark.

You had to act quickly now, it was possible someone could have heard the commotion or would come up here for anything at any time so you stepped over him and raced down the last three flights of stairs and carefully made your way across the sky deck, head once again bent between your knees.

Entering the main building you had to act quickly, it was imperative that you avoided being seen until you changed, you were the only person on base wearing a skin tight jumpsuit and everyone would know you’d escaped upon first glance. Ducking into a particular side room you’d eyed the last time you’d made this trek with Deimos, you found what you were looking for.

It was an old supply room, dusty and mostly unused it was full of stores of toilet paper and cleaning supplies, a stack of desks, a few empty filing cabinets and what you came here for. In a box on the floor, a sight you gazed upon by chance after a soldier stepped in for a rack of toilet paper as you were passing by and stored away for this particular moment, was a pile of old uniforms. They were musty and it took you three separate sets to find ones that weren’t either covered in mildew or faded and the ones you finally settled on were about two sizes too big but they’d do.

You slipped them on over your clothes, you couldn’t risk another soldier dipping in for toilet paper and wanted to leave as soon as possible to avoid either short and stocky waking up or someone coming across him. This was a mistake you came to regret later, but hindsight is always 20/20.

You strode out of the supply closet in no rush, a patrol cap pulled down low over your eyes as you casually but briskly made your way towards the doors of the facility. You depressed the bar on one of the heavy metal doors and pushed out into the warm air. You surveyed the outer compound with scrutiny and found everyone tucked into tight groups, no lone wolves, which meant if you were going to get out of here without being singled out immediately you had to blend.

You spotted a set of soldiers by the gate, rifles in hand and more than likely headed for the gun range you’d heard but never had seen. You walked out with purpose and snagged two empty ammo cans from a stack by the wall and stuck yourself in the group, making sure to linger around the back so as not to draw too much unwanted attention.

The platoon leader called attention and you snapped to, the action just as much instinct as it was disguise. When he calls forward march you begin to move, keeping pace with the group and keeping your head down. You pass under the gate with the weight of nervous anticipation balancing precariously on your shoulders, expecting at any moment the call to halt from above but it never came and you marched out past it and onto a trail through the woods without hiccup.

When the gates were too far back and concealed by foliage to see you dropped off from the group, simply sliding behind a tree until their footfalls became too distant to hear. You left the ammo cans behind and sprinted out into the trees. From what you could remember there was nothing for miles around, just endless forest but you knew there was a little town about twenty miles south and if you could keep up a relative jog you could make it there just after nightfall.

You took a few glances back to make sure you weren’t being trailed but all you could see was empty forest. Your heart pounded with excitement but you knew better than to let it get the better of you, there was still much danger ahead and endless-

Your muscles locked up violently, legs stopping mid step and freezing as white hot pain zapped down your neck, coursing through your spine and consuming you from within. You called out involuntarily, a guttural pained scream that started and seemed to never end until all your breath was expelled and it died out in a hoarse croak. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t stand, couldn’t move and you heard the wail of a siren sound back in the direction of the base.

You stretched an arm out in the direction of safety, willing your body to crawl towards it with the last of your might, but it stayed put in stubborn defiance. The sight of the pines swaying in the wind, their dark green needles seeming to reach out for you was the last thing you saw before darkness stole over you.

When you wake it’s like waking in a dream, a dream you've dreamt before, fundamentally the same but different slightly. The pain is back, though then it was head driven, a throb radiating almost solely from your cranium but this is different. This feels like static but everywhere. Your nerves are shot to shit, jittery and fried, your fingers and toes tingle and there’s a metallic taste in your mouth.

You try to take in your surroundings when the feeling finally subsides a bit, fading out from forefront surround sound until it’s just background noise at best, though it still roars in and out of focus. It’s the same room you’d woken up in the night you were captured, only this time instead of tied kneeling to a padded platform you’re tied to a table, face up and completely naked, arms hoisted up past your head and secured to the northern legs of the table. Your body is stretched out across the top, eyes up skyward looking at the dingy ceiling. Your legs are spread, each tied to a seperate southern table leg to keep them that way, your ass is pulled to the edge of the table and as you crane your head south you can see him watching you from between your spread legs.

It was you who broke the silence first. “We can’t keep meeting like this.” He comes up and stands between your legs and he makes it obvious by the crane of his head that his eyes are trailing up every inch of your body, taking in the sights and landmarks along the path to your eyes before he even speaks.

“Cute. You think now's the time for jokes, eh?” You try to not think about what comes next. You’re naked, which means you’re probably not going to die just yet but it doesn’t mean he won't cut you down at any time past this point, maybe he was just waiting for you to be awake. Your only solace is that short and stocky won’t get to pull the trigger on you, you made sure of that.

“Just couldn’t be good for me, could you?” You flinch as his hand glides up your thighs to palm your hip, the padding gripping the flesh rather roughly. “What did you expect?” And he can’t help but feel pride under all the disappointment because you’re still cocky and fierce as all hell even tied to a table and completely at his mercy, and there’s something in that that makes his combat pants just a bit too snug for his liking.

“Not for you to put Vasquez in the infirmary with four cracked ribs and a fractured ulna.” You scoffed. “If I disappointed you then I’m soooo sorry but one thing I’m not sorry for is anything that happened to that fucking asshole, he got what he deserved and you’re lucky he’s in the hospital and not the morgue.”

“Don’t be sarcastic with me. You’re already in deep fucking shit.” And his use of curse words make you flinch, you can only recall a handful of times he’d cursed and never had he done it in anger but it doesn’t change anything. If he was pissed off then good, so were you.

“The shock collar was a low blow. Kinda barbaric don’t you think?”

“Worked though, didn’t it? I knew you’d run eventually. It’s ok, I’m not mad. It’s only in your nature.” The way he says it piques something in the back of your mind but he glosses right over it, almost like he’s speaking to himself.

“It did cut my meeting short but that really could have been an email anyway. But you know terrorist organizations, always wary of the digital footprint. You’re not off the hook though. Violent outbursts, escape attempts, lies. Ohh you’ve got a lot to atone for.” He gave your hip a painful squeeze but you held your tongue against the groan it threatened to elicit. When he stopped you felt it safe to speak.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He moves away from you and somehow feel less secure with him wandering about the room than if he’d stood put beside you. You vaguely hear the shuffle of papers and your heart stops when you hear him call out your full name.

“Standard checkups, vaccination records, routine physicals, psych evals, two hospitalizations, one for an apparent appendectomy the other outpatient surgery for the removal of shrapnel from your abdomen and left thigh.” You tensed as he read you your medical file and your breath hitched as he called out the last procedure on the list.

“Ahhh and last but not least an IUD procedure completed just two months ago.” You started to get angry, the familiar heat of it almost comforting. Almost.

“You scalped my file?!”

“You’re not the only one with friends in low places, sweetheart.”

You considered it momentarily but was still unsure what it changed or why it mattered. “So what? It’s not a pill, I didn’t lie to you I just withheld some truth, what the fucks it matter?”

“So what is you didnt fucking tell me.” And there was the cursing again and this time it was punctuated with a loud bang as he drove his fist into the metal table your file had been resting on. You’re unsure why he’s angry, could he really believe you had some kind of rapport? It seemed like he did, and maybe that’s when it all snaps into place for you, this isn’t some elaborate psychological tactic, it’s not a ruse. He genuinely is keeping you just to have you for himself and it's then you realize you won’t die, there’s never been any danger of death. He’s not keeping you out of spite, you can’t annoy him enough to end you. It doesn’t matter how many times you run away he will drag you back to heel like some kind of wild dog because he’s just insane enough to try and tame you.

“So now.. I have to figure out what to do with you.” He walks back towards you and you can feel his eyes on you, making your skin erupt with gooseflesh, he walks up the side of the table and brushes the side of your face with the palm of his hand, lightly cupping it. You stare up into the obsidian lenses of his mask, unsure how to act. You can’t see his eyes but just know somehow past those black panes he’s staring down at you so tenderly and the weight of that fact sits uncomfortably on your chest.

After a moment he speaks again. “Since you’re so desperate for release, you’ll get none. I need you to understand your actions have consequences and I will see to it personally that you learn.”

After a moment you understand he means to fuck you again and shortly after that the innuendo dawns on you as well and you just laugh. “What the fuck makes you think I’ll do anything you say?”

“You want incentive? How about if you’re good and you take your punishment like a good girl, I’ll see to it that you get some training, opportunities to stretch your legs a bit? Obviously you’re restless, pent up animalistic tendencies, I can understand that. If you’re good, I’ll make it happen.”

The fucking audacity of him to think you’ll accept treats for parlor tricks. Like some kind of dog you’ll just roll over for belly pats. “Screw you! You bastard! Let me fucking go!”

And then his hand goes from stroking your cheek to gripping it, the thumb digging into the soft flesh of your cheek while the rest of his fingers line your jaw, pursing your lips together and preventing any more lip.

“Not enough for ya? You wanna act like a brat? Fine. How about this? Either you do as I say or I’ll take you down to the infirmary. The IUD procedure is simple enough and so is the removal.”

Your eyes widen and even through the grip he’s got on your maw you threaten him, eyes burning up at him like hot coals. He can feel the heat. “You wouldn’t fucking dare.”

“Ohh, I think you’d be surprised at the things I’d dare. If I feel you so much as twitch around my cock I’ll have them take it out and then we’ll see about starting our own little family together, huh? I’ve always wanted to be a dad but have just never found the time to get around to it, better late than never though, right? I mean, surely you’re confident enough in your fertility to justify the need for protection, I’m sure you’ll make a fine mother. Whaddaya say, sugarcane? How’s your maternal instincts?”

You struggle in the bonds and slip out of his grip, pulling viciously at the ropes but they just cut harder into your skin, the harsh woven fibers biting voraciously into your flesh. “No! Don’t you fucking dare!”

He regains purchase, this time around your throat and he can feel your pulse beating wildly, even through his glove. “Then do as I say.”

You stop struggling, for one because the ropes feel like they’re starting to draw blood and two because he’s let you go in favor of drawing down towards the southern end of the table. Fingers tracing lightly down your side and then back up the other until his fingers skim along the soft length of your inner thighs and you’re left hanging in anticipation as he spreads your thighs further apart to slot himself between them as they travel higher and higher.

The pads of his fingers find your clit and press ever so slightly over the bundle of nerves, drawing lazy circles over it and you can’t help the tensing of your muscles, the way your eyes squeeze shut as you fight the sensation. He plays with it, unrelenting until your arousal starts to well up around the edges of your slit, his fingers drawing down to gather it and spread it generously around.

You inhale sharply as your nipples pebble, hard and aching to be touched. He notices and brings the hand not driving you slowly into madness up to pinch one and roll it between his index and thumb. Your back arches and his fingers leave your breast to encircle your neck, squeezing the sides lightly to capture your attention.

When your eyes fall on him he speaks, and you can hear the apparent arousal in the gravel of his voice, hear the way his eagerness bleeds through, pining to have you again. “Show me you can practice restraint. Show me your self discipline. Don't disappoint me, soldier.”

His fingers push into you slightly for the first time and the edges of your vision blur as your mouth falls open at the dubiously welcomed intrusion. You didn’t need to see his eyes to know they were locked on yours watching your reactions with careful scrutiny. “Be good for me.”

He pulls out just as fast as he’d pushed in and then he’s gone for a moment, you hear him easing out of his tac pants just enough to pull his cock free and you close your eyes, willing your mind to relax and resist. But when he nudges up to you with the head of his cock, flicking it through the part of your sex and coating it in your slick heat you wonder just how much resolve you have in you.

He leans down over you as he pushes into you in one fluid thrust and you moan with him, unable to stifle it, the sweet ache intoxicating. “Fuck.”

He doesn’t give you time to adjust or catch your breath, just uses you with little to no care for how you fare it. His thrusts even out into a steady rhythm as his hands find purchase on the table you’re tied to and something about feeling him thrust up into you without any other contact, the push and pull of his cock without the feel of his hands on you has your eyes rolling back in your head until you have to squeeze them shut to try and regain the reins of your sanity.

You try and weather the storm, really try to focus on anything other than the devastating drive of his hips but it’s almost impossible. And then you feel his thumb over your clit again and your eyes fly open as the sensation makes you clench around him involuntarily, your arms pull at the ropes, desperate to push his hands away because if he keeps it up you’re not gonna make it.

And then he starts to speak. “You did this to us. Could’ve come back and taken my time with you, could’ve been good and I’d have spent all night just like this, fucked you good and raw til you screamed my name but you had to try. Had to test my patience.”

You try and block out the words, shake your head back and forth to try and not hear him but you can’t and it just adds fuel to the flame and he notices but doesn’t relent. He can tell by the shake of your thighs and the way you’re digging your nails into the palms of your own hands that you’re struggling to cope. He picks up speed a bit and your mouth drops open, prompting a sweet low moan to escape and he wishes he’d blindfolded you before he started because all he wants to do is drink up every single sound before it has a chance to leave your throat, swallow them down to keep them all to himself.

You’re gripping him so sweetly, the clutch of your pussy unlike anything he’d felt in a long, long time and he’d be damned if he’d give you up now. There’s not a thing on this planet that could separate the two of you, not even you. He’d love to see you try, really truly try to keep him from you. He’d never stop, never stop clawing his way back into your life no matter how hard you ran. He’d always find you, in this life and the next.

He can feel it too, the effect he’s having on you. He can feel it in the way your pussy clenches around him, can hear it in your back talk and banter, he knows you’re doomed, even if you don’t and he’s gonna enjoy every second of your downfall, every little slip of your grasp of sanity and reality until the only thing left is him.

His thrusts get particularly heavy, hips punctuating his point as he growls down from above you. “You will be mine.” You’ve lost, you know it. You try and fight it but he’s hitting it so good, cock dragging over that spot that makes your toes curl, there’s no escape and no relief and he knows just what he’s doing. Can feel your ruination coming to fruition and you’re so fucked.

You want to beg, beg him for forgviness, beg him for mercy but you can’t, it’ll just fall on deaf ears and something about it is just too compromising for your pride. Why should you let him know he’s getting to you? Why should you have to kneel at his feet? You’re supposed to be a warrior, a force to be reckoned with, an oddity among women and men for that matter but you’re so fucking close and he knows it and it’s killing you.

“Is it hard, sugarcane? Bet you’re so fucking close. Bet you wanna come for me don’t you?” And he leans in close, pelvis grinding down against you as he keeps up your ruination. His tall frame dwarfs yours and you sigh in relief as his hand finally ceases its assault on your clit to come up and seat itself against the back of your neck, pulling your head up and drawing your forehead against his as his other hand abandons the table for a grip on your hip, pulling you down against him as he thrusts up into you, making the sensation just that much more unbearable, making you cry out just that much louder. He dips down to whisper close against your lips, like he’s about to impart some great secret and he doesn’t want to risk allowing the rest of the room to hear it, empty or not, the shell of his mask so, so close.

“Do it. Let me make you mine in the most ultimate of ways. I’ll take such good care of you and the baby, I swear. Come for me and we’ll start all over.”

You’re quite nearly delirious, holding onto the last of your resolve with bloody fingers. It takes everything in you not to come around his cock, the way it fills you completely, hot and hard is going to be the death of you, or rather the birth of a new you but you can’t. You can’t bare this monsters offspring, he’s a goddamn terrorist for fucks sake and so you hold off until you feel you’re ripping apart at the seams.

You want to succeed but it’s slipping and you’d almost given in to the defeat when he finally comes, you feel it, thick and heavy in you and by god’s mercy he stills and you sob with relief. Chest heaving as your pussy spasms in protest around him. Sweat and tears streak your face as you let out shaky breaths to try and regain your composure. He pulls out and rubs his hands up your body, starting at your hips and gliding up your sides until he’s working at the knot holding your hands above your head.

You feel the ropes loosen but are too overwhelmed to do more than shift them down a bit to alleviate the ache in your shoulders. He says nothing as he comes around the side of the table and scoops you up off of it, pulling you into his chest and cradling you close. You can’t fight him, don’t have the strength so you just rest your head against him and let him carry you all the way out the door.

You shift to get comfortable in his arms as he makes two lefts, and then a right. Closing your eyes and breathing deeply as he climbs two flights of stairs and crosses the sky deck. Burying your head in his chest while he mounts the last four flights before you feel him gently deposit you onto a surface far too comfortable to be the cot.

Only then do you look up at your surroundings. “Bet you didn’t even stay long enough to see my surprise, did you?” His surprise is a queen sized bed, since you’ve been gone it’s been brought in, assembled and made. While it’s nothing fancy, having been carefully checked over with a fine toothed comb for anything that could aid you in another escape attempt, it was very lavish for someone being held prisoner, though you know he doesn’t exactly see you as that even if you still do.

There’s an awkward moment where neither of you knows quite what to say, for some bizarre reason you can’t explain there’s an apology waiting on the tip of your tongue. You won’t say it but it doesn’t mean it’s not there. He reaches up past your head to the metal headboard and pulls down a new set of restraints, they’re long and give you a bit of range as to how much you can move but they’re still restraints.

After you put on another white tee from the seemingly endless supply he has for you, he takes your hands and silently puts on the leather cuffs, securing them. His touch lingers on your wrists even after he’s finished and you feel like he’s about to say something but he doesn’t, just pulls your mask from its place and pulls it down over your eyes. You lie back and get comfortable as he moves away from the bed and undresses.

You listen to the familiar sounds of him sliding into bed and then the room stills and you drift off, until Reveille wakes you in the morn.

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This is not transformers, but I thought i'd put it on tumblr as well! This was written for @montyuh as a thank you for that wounderful Maverick phone sex post! this is also cross posted on ao3 (Relieving Some Stress) ENJOY : )

Pairing: Gustave "Doc" Kateb x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Afab Reader, uhhh

Words: 7.2k

You spent your entire day running around in meetings, meeting after meeting and you couldn’t get a break. You let out a deep sigh, eyes looking down at the reminder that lit your phone up. Your eyes reading “Last meeting”, you could feel your bones starting to ache, the pressure on your shoulder returning to your shoulders and feet as you stood from your office chair. Your hands are grabbing at your notebook and cup of water, and taking the last little sip of water out of the styrofoam cup and rolling your shoulders back before you take your leave. Slowly pulling the heavy metal door open, your eyes scanned the hall. There were a lot of people still here for it to be 5 pm on a Friday night.

Of course there were the people you normally see, operators, custodian workers, and the few office employees who worked overtime, But for some reason there were still multiple people walking around. The usually empty hallway had the whispery and soft chatter of a few people and the sound of boots, dress shoes and heels clicking across the fancy tiled floors. It was different, something that will make you almost late for the very important meeting. Your feet carrying you across the entire sixth floor to the elevator. Your finger pressing the button, the up arrow lighting up. The elevator area was almost empty, aside from the two or three people who walked past to get to the stairs or the other hallway. Your frame stood still between the two large metal doors. Waiting patiently for one to open, but it seemed as though the elevators did not wish to take you up. Your foot tapping on the tiles as you thought, you’re going to be late. Late to your last meeting of the day. The simple thought had you sighing, rolling your shoulders back one more time as you leaned your head back and closed your eyes.

It wasn't until you heard the ding of the elevator opening that you finally moved. Your head shooting up and looking over at the stainless steel door opening. Feet caring you in the direction without thought. Your eyes unfocused as you walked through the entrance. The blur of colors not fully registering in your brain. The normal wood colored walls of the elevator were visible, but in the middle of it was the blur of a figure. A mute blue top and khaki bottoms, moving closer to you until you two collided. Your arms pulling your notebook to your chest and your eyes closing tightly. Hands grabbing at your upper arms and a voice. You were shocked, upset with yourself for not seeing the fucking wall that your ran into, but then it hit you. Walls don’t talk, they don't have hands to grab at you, and the for sure dont stand in the middle of a fucking elevator.

“Are you alright?”

It was a simple question, one that normally someone would ask immediately. You thought you didn’t. Instead you looked up at the person. Your eyes locking with theirs. It’s just Gustave, His smile soft as he held onto you. You blinked at him, you felt like a deer in headlights. Watching as the operator looked over your face, his hands slowly left you as you got your footing back. You finally got the ability to answer his question. You nodded, letting out a sigh of relief. You were now standing on your own, staring up at the French operator in silence. The silence was loud, louder than you liked it to be. His hands moved from hovering over your arms to not resting on his hips. His chocolate eyes staring down at you, his stare was intense. It felt like he was seeing how long it'd take for you to feel the pressure. A close lipped smile on his face, you shifted, fingers tightening around your notebook.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting?”

He was right, a panic began to set in. You’re late. You looked up at him before narrowing your eyes.

“You’re supposed to be in that meeting.”

Is all you said back, He’s supposed to be in that meeting, so he’s late too. He lets out a low chuckle as he takes two steps backwards. You follow him into the elevator and watch as he presses the correct floor number. It's quite, leaving you with the thoughts and the question as to why he’s on your floor when he’s supposed to be in this meeting. You look over at him, his eyes seemed locked onto the digital number reader at the top of the doors. He looked tired, eyes sunken in. You could see a tad bit of the wrinkles he had developed from age, but what really caught your attention was the patch of gray hair next to his ear. It was interesting to you, he was only 39 but he already had two large patches of gray hair. It made him look older, wiser, but strangely it made him look better. Hotter if you would.

You could remember the first time you saw him without his head gear. Those same dark chocolate eyes peering back at you in your very first meeting. He walked into the room and placed that large and obviously heavy helmet on the table and smiled. Looking around the room and introducing himself. You two made eye contact a few times, which you chalked up to him just being a good public speaker. Ever since then you two have seemed to work together great in any and every topic.

He seemed to be a rock in your work life, a constant in your life and you enjoyed it, him. You two seemed to flock to one another every time you were free. He’d find his way into your office or you’d find your way to where he was. If an outsider was looking in, they’d think you two were a couple. A happy and fulfilled couple.

The doors to the elevator pinged your arrival on the floor. Sliding open in a matter of seconds . Gustave turned his head and caught you staring. That same warm smile on his face like always as he holds his head out in front of him.

“After you.”

You smiled, feet carrying you to the meeting room. Gustave following behind you quietly. You’ll both turn the corner and see Lion and Montange standing outside. Both whispered to each other as they looked around. Lion seemed to be distraught, but it wouldn’t matter to you. It’s when Lion finally sees you and Gustave that he finally stops his whaling of arms and loud talk in french. This will cause Montange to look. You can see both their faces clearly, no ski mask or helmet to block the view.

“You’re late, Ms. (L/N).”

Montange says, large bulky arms crossed over his black hoodie. You just shook your head. Walking up to the two men, but Lion stopped you. Yellow clothed arm stopping you from entering the room. You followed it, eyes meeting with Lions green ones. You sent him a mean glare, you just wanted this to be over with. You’re just hoping that's why he was stopping you, for wasting more of his, so called precious, time. You put on a fake smile, finger gripping your notebook tighter.

“Yes Olivier, Is there anything I can help you with?”

He was taken aback, your false smile seeming more sinister than he was expecting it to be. He backed down, swallowing as he fixed his mouth to say something.

“How long is this going to take?”

You smiled wider, teeth gritting as you configured what to say to the man.

“I don’t know.”

Your answer was on the edge of being an angry insult, and he knew it. He took this one, since there was no need to fight or talk back in front of both Montange and Doc. His arm lowered, taking your answer as final and waited to go first. You sighed, unable to believe that man has the nerve to ask you how long YOU’RE meeting was going to take. Considering you only had a handful of the Operators of Wolfguard present it shouldn’t take long, unless everyone has ten thousand questions to ask.

You were first to enter the room, walking in front of the projector and to the podium they insisted you used. Higher ups were so picky on how they wanted these meetings and debriefs to go. You placed your notebook on the podium and cleared your throat. Watching as the last two operators took their seats. You took one more look around, calculating who was here and who wasn’t. Your eyes landing on the three you already had interactions with and then seeing Twitch and Frost. The six were wearing a mix of field uniform and casual clothing. It was refreshing to see them wearing different clothing. You took this time to explain that you wouldn’t hold them for long, considering it was a Friday and everyone still had things to do before returning to their barracks or even going out with others or whatever they did in their free time.

The meeting was not short, not as short as you wanted it to be. You leaned on the podium, your head in your hands that were being propped up by your elbow. You could feel the weight of the day weighing on your eyelids. Watching as the two operators talk through the discussion. You had no knowledge in whatever they were talking about, but you could see the gears turning behind their eyes and it was fascinating. A simple sentence from you had them discuss their future moves and other military things. It wasn't until your phone rang that they stopped talking. All eyes landed on you as you looked down at your phone. You moved to answer it. Walking towards the door and standing outside. It wasn’t a saved number so you worried it might be some form of business. The voice you were met with was a robot, confirming a medication for your pet. You sighed, immediately hanging up the phone and walking back in. The door closed behind you, trying your hardest to ignore the multiple pairs of eyes watching you.

“Mrs. (L/N), You know your phone is supposed to be off.”

You looked up to the voice, meeting gustaves cocoa eye. That same smile he seems to flaunt around is present on his face. That same smile you would kill for. You rolled your eyes at him. Putting your phone in your butt pocket and smiling at the other operators.

“I think this is a good stopping point. We’ll have another meeting soon. Hopefully everyone will be here.”

Your voice carried in the empty room. It was louder than you expected it to be, you could hear the sleepiness in it. Your eyes felt even heavier as you closed out the meeting. They left, leaving you to stand in the room of silence. Your hands found your temps and started to rub them. Eyes closed as you attempted to think, trying to think about anything other than the sleepiness and the small and low pound of your head. Every time you tried to open your eyes it increased the small pounding in your head. You just needed to get back to your office, grab your things and go home. You sighed, deciding that now was your chance to go. You took off, finding your way back to your regular floor and your office. It was dark, the light turned off as you entered and it was so enjoyable. No bright white fluorescent light burning your eyes. The weight on your shoulders lifts as you feel the comfort of your office. You stood there for a while. Taking in the now quiet floor, no loud shoes or chatter or talking, just pure silence and the occasional buzz from those god forsaken lights. You crossed it out of your mind, attempting to find comfort in the slight buzz that normally would irritate you. Your hand finding the light switch and flipping it. That same buzz became louder.

Your feet carrying you behind your desk, bending down to get your bag from its hiding spot. You moved far too quickly. Standing up straight, your head started to spin. A simple sign that your body was once again telling you the limits. Limits that you can easily cure with some tylenol. Your hand reached into your bag, searching for the small little bottle you keep for instances like this one. Your fingers grazing it until finally pulling it out. You shook it, and it had no rattle, not a single sign that there were pills in there. Your 15th sigh was let out, your brain trying to figure out a new game plan. The thought of just stopping at a store on your way home was a good one. Why do that when you just stop by Doc’s office, or whatever he calls it, and then go home with no headache and maybe a bottle of cold water.

You decided that's what you’ll do, just go check if he was there, get your medicine and then take you leave until Monday. You once again found your way in the hallway. Closing your door behind you and locking it. You walked to that same elevator, pressed the button and then waited. The door opened with no problem this time, the familiar wood colored wall meeting your eyes, no figure of a man or a man shaped wall. You smiled to yourself, stepping into the elevator and pressing the button to the Medical floor. The doors opened and you were met with almost darkness. Most of the overhead lights were turned off, every three or four had one singular bar on them. Giving the hallway and side rooms a creepy glow to them. You turned the last corner to get to the door labeled “Dr. Kateb”. The door was left open, the lights off leaving only the light from his desk lamp to illuminate the floor and desk. You peaked your head in, he sat in his chair. A pen in hand, and a confused but pleased look on his face.

“I thought I heard someone.”

His voice is quiet, almost a whisper. He looks down at the paper he’s writing on. Finishing his sentence before putting the pen down. He returned his gaze to you.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to bother you.”

“You’re not, Can I help you with something?”

He smiles up at you. You almost melted, a simple smile is causing you to feel butterflies and almost make you feel like your back in high school. You let out a small ‘oh’ before speaking again.

“I came to get some medicine. Like Tylenol, I was going to take some before leaving but I don’t have anymore.”

You kinda just stood there, awkwardly. Your headache is proving to be more of a problem than you thought. You felt awkward standing in front of the operator. Your eyes almost squinting as you tried to not let the light from his desk lamp fuck with you. He stood, humming as he walked to a medicine cabinet on the wall. His back was facing you, hands up as he picked up different orange and white colored bottles. He seemed to be taking a bit longer than you thought hd’s normally take. Maybe he couldn’t see. You looked for the overhead light switch. If he had light, he’d be able to find the correct medicine to help your headache. The switch was on the wall closest to his desk, a bit farther into the room. Your hand reached for it and the overhead light shined brightly.

“Oh, Merci.”

You hummed. Now stood between his desk and a wall. His chair is a little less than a foot away from you. Your bag found it a nice place on his desk as you waited patiently for him to turn around.

“Mon plaisir quotidien, what kind of headache are you feeling?”

You sighed, placing your hands on your hips as you thought.

“I think it’s just a basic headache, but I wanted to stop it before it got out of hand.”

He hummed, picking through a few bottles before deciding on a simple one. He finally turns around with two different paper cups, a small and a large one. He hands them to you. Taking them you thanked him. Watching as he stood in the space between you and his desk. Casually leaning back into it with his arms crossed over his chest. He watched you throw your head back and take the pills. You turned back to him, the powder from the pills tainted the water. Causing you to make a face as you handed him the two paper cups.

“Stay here for a while. In case you have some sort of reaction to the medicine and just to make sure your headache dies down. Also, I just want to make sure you don't fall asleep while driving.”

He kept that same soft voice. Tilting his head every now and then to get his point across. He was silly. His actions cause you to smile, even let out a soft chuckle. He’s sweet, well he has to be sweet. Most doctors have to be sweet, but he’s more than just a doctor. He carries a gun and wears a bulletproof vest, so of course he’s more than just a doctor. He’s a soldier, a soldier that looks a little too good to constantly be hidden by masks and heavy gear. Gear that probably weighs a quarter of his body weight. He’s a different kind of doctor and a different kind of soldier.

He catches you staring, he doesn’t seem bothered though. He’s caught you staring at him a few times today. It’s interesting watching you get distracted by just simply looking at him, watching as your pupils dilate and even watching as you take a deep breath in with unfocused eyes. He hasn’t done anything about it, no thought, just let you stare until you finally get a grip on yourself. He could do anything, walk away, grab your arm or hand, he could pull your face to finally meet him but he doesn’t. He just stares back at you, chocolate eyes observing every detail, from the way your hair falls to the way you hold your hands when thinking about something deep. He just can’t help himself when it comes to staring at certain things, your lips are a constant feature he loves. Wishing he could just place his own lips on your with no consequences to his actions. Wishing he could just run his thumb over your bottom lip. It was a wish and wishes don’t come true. At least he thinks so.

You are too lost in thought to recognize his movement. Hands moving to grab at your arms. Pulling you closer to him, where you now stand between his legs as he is leaned and almost sitting on his desk. One of his hands comes up to grab your chin, pulling your head up to meet his gaze.

“What’s on that mind of yours, Mon plaisir quotidien.”

You blinked, your mind finally coming to you. Your eyes focused on his face. The way he smirks at you and has a look of want in his eyes. Those same cocoa orbs that you constantly find watching you, thick eyebrows knitting together as he’d listen to you talk about god fucking knows what. It doesn’t matter, he’d listen to you talk about anything if it meant he’d have free rain to just stare at you.

You have no idea who to respond to him. Attentive eyes watching you for any signs that you didn’t want this. It was intimidating, but not unwanted. A constant thought in the back of your head that you’d let this man do anything to you. A thought that you should not have for a coworker, let alone someone in this field of work, but things happen. Humans are humans and feelings are bound to happen when you two work so close. So close that outsiders think you two are already fucking on the downlow and just won’t say anything. But people know you two hold far too high standards for yourselves, so nothing will come from your lingering touches and longing stares. At least that's what they think.

This line of work is hard, so higher ups constantly recommend that field operators, and those on the field, regularly see someone for their thoughts. In other words, this field is bound to have emotional constipated workers and operators. After long and hard days like these, constant in and out of meetings, briefings and even the field. So this could just be seen as relieving some stress, yeah.

You seem to have found your confidence, your brain running all the possible way this could go. Treating it like a diplomatic problem that can ruin careers, friendships, trust and even field operations. Of course you wanted to think about it before acting on such actions that would potentially tear you two apart. You’re no longer a teenager, who can make a mistake sleeping with someone and then run away and act like it didn’t happen. You are an adult, a full grown adult, someone who would like to think about her options and actions before acting. You’re treating this moment with the utmost care. You like this coworker, have seen dreams of living a fulfilling life with, but is it worth it?

You pause, blinking your eyes into focus at the doctor. You own voice ringing in your brain ‘Oh fuck it’. Your arms snaking around his neck as you smile at him.

“You’re on my mind, Dr. Kateb.”

The name has a nice ring to it coming from your mouth. It’s almost like he’s never heard it. You’ve called all types of names, playful ones, joking ones, professional ones, but this one. It just sounds so heavenly coming from you. He needs to hear it again. His hands find their place on your hips, it’s almost like they were made to be here.

“Is that so?”

You hum, nodding. His hands start to run up your sides. The actions tickling, a soft giggle is followed after. Your fingers finding their way into the hairs on the nape of his neck. Slowly sliding up into them a little farther. Your index fingers playing with the short and long hairs there. He raised his head a bit. That same melting smile came across his face as he let out his own little chuckle.

“Took you long enough. Thought you were to just stare the entire time.”

His jokes caused you to smile, which soon became a giggle. Your body leaned into him a bit more as you tilted your head at him.

“Maybe I should, that seems to be the only thing you do.”

“That’s different, you my corporate ambassador.”

You fake gasps at him.

“How dare you, I am more than just your corporate ambassador.”

He let out that rumbly low chuckle again. The one you can feel travel from his arms and down to your torso. Send vibrations all over your body in a fuzzy feeling, it was too nice.

“Oh my apologies. My corporate plaything. Is that better?”

You threw your head back, sighing before you laughed again.

“Of course, I’m a plaything yet we havn;t even kissed yet. Quite Interesting Dr. Kateb.”

There it was, the use of his doctorate degree. One of the only few prominent people in his life that uses it. Patients do it all the time, but you’re just doing it for fun. Fun that might get his gears turning, that’s if they haven't been turning already.

“Oh no! I do have the greatest remedy for this.”

He says, faux urgency in his voice. He puts on his best dreamy smile as he moves one hand from your hip and back to your chin. He takes this opportunity to run his thumb over your bottom lip. Your jaw goes slack for a second there. Watching as you attempted to hold yourself back from licking his thumb. It's a sight, a sight that he’s constantly thought about, a sight that is finally becoming a reality. He pulls his thumb down, draggin your lip with it. He held it for a second, before lifting a bit to let go. He was now back to holding your chin. His eyes flickering between your lips and dilated pupils. He didn’t hold back, lips clashing onto your own in a matter of seconds. Your lips slotted together like a perfect puzzle piece, a puzzle piece that turned into one kiss and then another. Which led his lips to trial down, moving from the side of your lips, to your cheek, which soon ran to your jaw and finally finding the soft and plush skin on your neck. Your fingers find their way further into his hair. Your own head leaning back to give the doctor more room to work with. His own hands finding their way down, holding your hips and pulling you further into him. He has to have you as close as possible and the next step was to have you in his lap, but he wasn’t there yet.

His hands no longer found your hips to be entertaining enough, they traveled up, pulling your shirt out of your pants in the process. Finally finding a resting spot a little bit under your chest. His kisses moved to your collarbone, planting one kiss before his hands started to move again. He pulled back, placing a kiss on your lips to distract you. Fingers finding the small white buttons of your button up shirt, starting from the bottom and moving up. He occasionally looked down to make sure he didn't skip any buttons. Leaning back to get a better look at you, your chest on full display for him. His eyes staring holes into you, he just wants to remember this moment.

“My my, you’ve been hiding yourself from me for far too long.”

You smiled, a giggly feeling bubbling in you at his words. Your hands fell from his shoulders, moving to take the flimsy white fabric off. Your hands bawling the fabric up before throwing it on the desk. In your free moment, your hands found their way to his thighs, leaning onto your arms softly as you leaned into him.

“Enough about me,”

You’re out of words, out of thoughts that aren’t about him bending you over a desk and fucking you senseless. All you could think about was him. Your hands ran up his thighs, fingers grabbing at the leather belt. Slowly your hands make their way to the buckle, slowly undoing it. Its rattling echoing off the pale walls, it's loud in your ears. Sounding along with your own heartbeat, a constant reminder that what you were doing was not work appropriate, so inappropriate. Inappropriate enough to give you the idea of getting on your knees. Your fingers move to undo the pants button, stopping before actually doing it. The very visible, and growing, outline of his cock showing. You ran a finger over it, earning a slight hitch in his breathing. His hands resting on the edge of the desk. His hands work their way through his clothing. He’d occasionally look up at you, almost like he was giving you a ‘are you sure’ look, but you didn’t and weren’t going to stop. You are 100% sure about this and nothing was going to change that.

You dropped to your knees, the cold from the tiles seeping through your pants fabric. It sent chills up your spine. Your fingers quickly undo his pants, dipping into them and pulling a bit. A desire to just have him in your mouth came over you. Your fingers moved faster than you were expecting. Dipping into his boxers and pulling his dick out. Your hand still wrapped around it. You leaned in, giving the tip a small kiss. He took a deep breath in, hands balled into fist on the desktop.

You did the same action again, but not leaving, giving small kitten licks. You repeated this action a few more times. Your eyes looking up at him through your lashes. His eyes were half lidded, lips parted a bit, and those same chocolate eyes watching your every move. You went further, lips wrapping around the head and giving a slight suck. Slowly, you inch the entire thing into your mouth and down your throat. The male in front of you now lets out low moans in between huffs and gasps. His hands jumble up in your hair, running your ‘work’ hair, pushing and pulling your head up and down in order to have some control over the pace. A pace that seemed to be wreaking the normal well-configured doctor. Your hands were placed on his knees, an attempt to steady yourself on the cold and slippery flooring. Your eyes found their way up, looking at the man enjoying himself above you. His head thrown back, his fingers giving your hair a slight tug. A hand moved from his knee, wrapping around the base of his cock. Your hand moving with your head, twisting and squeezing when he least was expecting it. You had the man moaning, almost losing himself in that very moment. His grip in your hair tightening as he pulls up and off him. A little chuckle coming from him.

“Oh no, not yet belle.”

Voice breathy as he tries to get you up on your feet again. You weren’t listening to him, hand still wrapped around his cock, generously pumping it. A devious look in your eyes as you smiled up at him.

“Why not, one won’t hurt.”

You knew he was close. You could feel his thigh muscles tensing under your fingertips. He knew he wouldn’t last long if you continued, he wished for you to stop and let him last a little longer for the session. You two would have many more sessions after this, hopefully, so there was plenty of time for you to get him off with your mouth. Your hand was at a slow pace, batting your eyelashes up at him.

“It’s just to relieve some stress, yeah? It won't hurt your baby.”

The pet name had him twitching in your hand. Your smile grows wider, you pace picking up slightly as you speak again.

“See, your friend thinks so too.”

Your mouth is going to meet the tip of his cock. Giving it a nice long strip down and then back up again before continuing to suck and jerk him off. A string of french curse words left his mouth. His falling back on the desk again, his head tilted up a bit as he lets out a heavenly mix of groans and moans. Your hand gives him a few more twists before tightening and bobbing with your head. His breathing became uneven as he head fell back. His orgasmhitting him in a big wave. The feeling of him coming down your throat causing you to hum. The vibrations traveling down to him, a breathy and unsteady moan leaving him. You finally let go of him, sitting up and whipping your mouth with the back of your hand. His head fell forward, eyes still closed. A sigh leaving him after a curse.

“See my love, that didn’t hurt now it did.”

Your voice soft in the beginning before turning into a mock. Hands finding their way to cup his cheeks, angling his head up to look at you.

“No”

Half lidded chocolate eyes looking even more tired than before. You wondered if this was the end of the inappropriate exchange, a payment for giving you medicine and fixing that ache you had in your head. He looked tired, too tired to even return the favor right now. You smiled at him, thumbs rubbing the skin under his eyes. He grabbed at your wrist with one hand, pulling you into a kiss. You went to pull back, almost stepping away fully when he grabbed at you again.

“I’m not done. It’s your turn.”

Hands pulling you back towards you. His fingers played with the fabric of your pants.

“Take these off.”

It was a command, his voice almost sounding harsh. A sharp contrast to how he had spoken earlier. You obeyed, fingers unbinding you from the dress pants you wore. You quickly pulled them off from around your ankles. He exhaled, eyes taking in your body with nothing but your undergarments on. He fully stood up, hands grabbing at your jaw and pulling you up for an intoxicating kiss. Lips moving in a synchronized motion as he moves you grab at your thighs, pulling you up to his waist as he walks backwards. He sat down in his office chair. Your knees on either side of his hips. You try to pull back for air, only getting a few seconds before you push your back towards him. He quickly gave your multiple kisses. You're grabbing at the collar of his shirt. All of a sudden you were reminded that he still had all his clothes on, while you sat almost naked in his lap. Your hands trailing down to undo his shirt. The movement wasn’t unnoticed. His hands leave you to grab at the bottom of the fabric and pull up, your lips detaching for only a second before he returns his back to yours.

A hand found its way down, cupping your clothed cunt. His middle finger rubbing the growing damp spot on your pantie. A whimper leaving you as he pulled the finger up to your clit. Moving in circles, you started grinding your hip on his hand. You were in desperate need of friction, you need more than just friction you need him. Fingers getting tired of rubbing over the same spots on your, now soaked, panties. He pulled them aside, dipping his fingertips into your wet slit and dragging them back and forth. Giving circles to your clit and your entrance. You let go of the kiss for a second, taking the time to get air and let out small whimpers. Soft pants and huffs leaving you, He was simply just rubbing, moving his finger back and forth. He soon gave into temptation and pushed a finger into your pussy. Earning him a louder whimper. God he couldn’t get enough of you, slowly pumping his one finger in and out. You were wet and sensitive, unable to help the noises coming from you as he fingered you. It was only one and you already sounded heavenly, which only leads to the thought of how good you sound with more than one finger, and then how would you sound with his cock in you.

He pushes another finger in, slowing in pace to let you get adjusted to the stretch. Your teeth are gritted and your eyes closed, you were trying to not be loud. Afraid of getting caught by someone cleaning the floors, or an overtime worker. Your hands were resting on his shoulders. You're grinding your hips down, trying to meet with his fingers in a desperate attempt to reach a high. He picks up his pace, fingers curving at a certain point that sends shivers down your spine. Your mouth is left agape, allowing for low moans and whimpers to come from you.

“There you go. That’s my girl, enjoy yourself.”

You cunt tightened around his fingers, his words have far more of an affect then he thought they would. Your grinding picked up pace, your moans picking up in pitch as you got closer. Orgasm right around the corner, you could feel it. That familiar knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter. He moved his hand, positioning it just right so he can give you clit light circles, an action that you would soon find out to be your downfall. It didn’t take long for you to collapse, eyes squeezing shut and legs trying their hardest to close around his hand. Your orgasm hitting you harder than you were expecting it. An extreme consequence for not tending to your sexual needs. Your shoulders slump, muscles relaxing as you swallow. You lean in, resting your head on his shoulder. He lets you rest for a second, unaware of the next turn of events.

“You took ‘enjoy yourself’ seriously, belle.”

You let out almost a chuckle.

“I just obey my commands.”

He laughs, planting a kiss on your shoulder. You sat up when you caught your breath. Hands finding their way to the side of his head, giving him a long and deserving kiss after fingering you that good. You feel like a kiss isn’t enough, an unbalanced payment system. You lean in to kiss him, hand reaching between you two for his cock. Lifting your hips to align you above him. You’ll slowly sink down onto him, A moan leaving you as your cunt is still sensitive, while a low rumbly groan leaves Gustave. You feel so full, your cunt stretched as far as it could go. You’ll stay still after he bottom outs in you. His eyes squeezed shut, your cunt tighter than he could have ever imagined. He lets out a quite fuck, hands pulling and pushing on your hips to get you to move. He was dying over there, cock being squeezed like he’s never felt before.

You’ll slowly start to move, picking up your hips and lowering them. His hands provide assistance in holding you up. Allowing you to not use all your stamina in the beginning, but with how it's looking you two won’t be lasting long like this. You’re starting to get a pace, hands sliding from his shoulders and into his hair. Locking tightly onto his hair and giving it slight tugs, He seemed to be enjoying having his hair pulled. His groans turn into a moan every time you pull. The image was giving you a power high, the feeling of his cock hitting the right stops and just having so much power over his pleasure was getting to your head. The Dr. Kateb enjoys being a freak in his free time, who truly would have thought. You open your mouth to speak, but only letting out a string of moans in place of words. You just whimpered, smiling down at the man as you bounced on his cock.

“Enjoying,”

You pause, letting out a few moans as you gather the rest of the words.

“Yourself Dr. Kateb.”

His cock twitching inside of you as he whimpered. A sound you haven't heard. You smiled wider, a boost of confidence coming over you.

“Using your ambassador for stress relief, baby.”

He tried nodding his head, a failed attempt causing him to let out more moans and groans. His hands started pulling you down to meet his bucking hips. Fucking the words out of you in a second. You cursed, unprepared to be met with such pleasure. Maybe it was a bad idea to tease a military man. His sheer size and mass was enough to man handle you, and that's what he’ll do. He’ll sit there and manhandle your orgasm out of you. Hands now just holding you up, thrusting up into you. The burn in your muscle turned into more pleasure as you no longer had to do most of the work. His pace is hard enough to send vibrations to your clit, furthering your own pleasure in the process. You let out a long moan. The familiar knott from before returning with a vengeance. The same vengeance that is seeming to be your downfall. You curse, pornographic moans coming from your mouth.

“Close,”

Is all you’re able to stutter out, hands letting go of his hair. You angled his head up at you for a kiss, a desperate kiss. He returned it, feeling the desperation in it. He won’t let up his pace, hips smacking up into you. Your pull away from the kiss, unable to keep it going, unable to use it to muffle your loud moans. You rest your forehead against his, eyes squeezed shut. Your jaw loose as you let out high pitched noises in places of moans. The knot in your stomach snapping. A high pitched moan leaves you as you orgasm shakes through your body. He harshly brings your hips back down on him one last time, before letting out a loud groan as he finishes inside you. He continues to hip your hips for you, allowing you to ride out that shaking orgasm. Slowing down until you were just slightly grinding on him. Nothing but the sound of you two breathing could be heard. You slumped into his shoulder, hands leaving the sides of his head. You can almost hear his heartbeat. The fast paced rhythm matching your own, causing you to smile to yourself.

You two stay that way for a while, unable to move from the fatigue of your activities and the week finally hitting. Seeping into your bones like a cold wind. It’s comforting being in his arms. Large arms linked around you to secure you to him, almost like if he lets go you’ll disappear.

“That’s one way to let out frustrations and stress.”

He hums, a large hand finding its way to rub you back.

“We should do it again sometime. Mon plaisir quotidien.”

You laugh, humming in agreement. You should get dressed, clean up the office and then head home, but you know the moment you move you’ll regret it. Miss the feeling of his arms around you.

“Let's get you cleaned up.” He sits up with you, an arm reaching for your dress shirt on the desk. You sit up and allow him to put it on you, your own fingers moving to do the buttons. He follows suit, fixing his own shirt. You’re soon faced with the problem of having to get your pants on, which means leaving his warm and cock behind until next time. He can see you thinking about it, deciding if getting dressed was really worth it.

“I’ll always be here, Belle.”

You sighed, eyes meeting him. He’s not lying, this was an enjoyable experience for him too. You nodded, he was right, an ‘until next time moment’. You moved, both groaning at the loss of warmth. You fix your panties and then grab at your pants. Sliding them on. You move to grab your things, fix your hair and put on your coat. You wait at the door. Watching as he fixes himself and then starts to move. Putting things back into order. He soon joins you, turning off the light and smiling down at you.

“Maybe dinner before? Next time, of course. A proper date.”

He’s not asking, he’s telling you. Which makes you smile, agreeing with the idea.

#stars writings #r6s #r6 doc #doc x reader #gustave kateb #gustave kateb x reader #r6s x reader #rainbow 6 siege x reader #rainbow 6 siege #rainbow six siege

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kult6 · 1 year

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Everyone talks about babygirl this baby girl that, but when it comes down to it no one does it. I need one shots where the reader is an absolute unit and puts men in their place<3

#albert wesker x reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #leon kennedy x reader #r6s x reader #parker talks

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rightshoeonleftfoot · 1 month

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How the flowers bloom

Pairing: Marius "Jäger" Streicher x GN!reader

Summary: This is part 1 of my smitten!Jäger x oblivious!reader. Reader has a mental breakdown and Jäger helps you feel better.

Warning: Slight warning, reader has a big breakdown questioning their life. Apart from that it's all fluff. This series is a slow burn (somewhat lol).

Words: 2.3k

Part 1 - Part 2

This not proofread! Criticism is welcome and encouraged. I also do take requests for this fic :)

Today feels dull. Work takes longer than usual, your coworkers' voices grate your nerves more than usual. You have less patience for the customers yelling at you, less tolerance when your boss yells at you for the nth time to do something you haven't had the time for yet. After all, she gave you a never ending list of tasks to do, from mundane to tedious. You were getting to it.

Now, your boss asks you to be at the cash register, whilst also berating you for not going through the to-do list she gave you fast enough. The vase is filling up, one drop at a time. Now, you’re standing at the cash register trying to keep it together. It's excruciating, smiling at the customers like the stress of your job isn't starting to weigh on you.

Your vision starts to get blurry as you speak to the customer. It's been five years and you're still just an assistant in the bakery. You wanted to start your own business. Now here you are, acting as some sous-chef for an ungrateful baker, not a step closer to having your own bakery. What am I doing with my life? The thought rings loudly in your head, as a drop of water falls on the receipt you were gonna hand the woman.

You look down at it for a second, as more droplets fall on the receipt. The vase has overflown, and you're crying. The realization hits you as you wipe the tears off your cheeks and smile at the woman awkwardly.

"I'm so sorry." You chuckle in hopes of making the awkwardness of the situation go away. The lady surprisingly doesn't seem to take it badly. Instead, she looks almost.. concerned. "It's okay love. Everyone needs time off every once in a while." Her british accent is thick, yet it really seems like she cares. You nod in agreement and print out another receipt for her before handing it to her and heading to the break room.

You swallow the lump in your throat, mentally preparing to talk to your boss. You've decided, you're going home. You finally spot your boss, and she stares you down. Her gaze is piercing, like she's reading your every move.

"What the fuck are you doing back here? You're supposed to be out front." Her arms are crossed over her chest. An uncomfortable silence settles as you get the courage to speak up. "I'm heading home. I'm taking time off for the rest of the day." Your boss's face hardens, though she notices your teary eyes and she sighs. "Fine, take the rest of the day off. I don't need you today anyway." She doesn't seem genuine as she storms out of the break room, going to take care of the customers waiting for their order.

You pack your stuff up, almost relieved to be going home. Though the stress of losing your job seems to hit you as you put on your shoes to leave. It's a good paying job after all, right? The only downside is it's not exactly what you want to do for the rest of your life, but it's better than nothing you suppose. You sigh as you step out of the break room, the tears won't stop flowing. It's a never ending stream as you sniffle quietly, trying to bring the least amount of attention to yourself.

You glance at the line as you leave the bakery. It's the lunch rush, the line goes out the door. As you go to open the door to leave, you make eye contact with a customer. A smile appears on the man's face. You know him. He excuses himself from the front of the line and walks quickly towards you, before trapping you in a tight hug.

"Marius, wha- why are you here?" Your tone is laced with laughter as his hug lengthens. He doesn't answer for a few seconds, choosing to hold you in his arms a bit longer. He finally pulls back, putting his hands on each side of your arms. He's ecstatic to see you and it shows. "My op ended early, things got done a lot quicker than we expected." His smile falters a little when he sees your puffy eyes and red cheeks.

"Herzblatt, what happened? Are you crying?" The worry in his tone is obvious. He leans forward, as though to get a better look at your face to make sure you aren't injured. He backs off quickly, his cheeks now tinted red. What was he even trying to do? Confusion takes over as you're not quite sure why he reacted like that. He quickly reaches for a tissue in his pocket to hand you. "I'm okay Marius." You try to reassure him, chuckling to ease some of his worry.

He completely disregards your comment about being okay. "Did someone hurt you?" Instead of handing you the tissue, he goes to wipe off the tears off your cheeks himself. However, he stops himself and awkwardly looks away before handing you the tissue. You take the tissue from his hand, wiping your tears away. "Thanks." You take a deep breath. "No one did this, I'm just.. stressed." You feel a bit bad, complaining about your stressful job to a man who defends people's lives for a living.

"You were heading home, right? Why don't I make you dinner?" Marius proposes confidently. He seems almost too excited to be at your house again. He's fiddling with his belt loop on his pants, you notice he looks almost.. nervous. Granted, he's been like that around you for a bit, you just kind of assume it's how he is. "I couldn't ask that of you, I'd feel bad taking up your time like that." You really just feel like you're taking up space. Not that you don't want to spend time with him, you just don't want to feel like you're bothering him.

His confidence falters ever so slightly. He feels a bit rejected, almost like you're making an excuse to let him down easy. "Well, I don't have anything else to do and uhm, I missed you so..." He looks away awkwardly for a second, before looking back at you and smiling confidently once again. His cheeks seem a bit more flushed than usual. "Okay, yeah, if you're really okay with it, it'd be really nice." You feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. It's nice to have a friend who cares.

"I missed you too, by the way. Let's go." You sniffle as you wipe the last of your tears. His heart flutters at your words. Marius puts his hand out for you to take, but you don't notice as you've already started to walk. He quickly follows you, walking side by side with you.

The walk back to your house is... animated to say the least. Marius has a lot of energy, and a lot to talk about. The entire time you have your hands tucked away in your pockets, to Marius' great disappointment. He's talking your ear off about stuff he's recently watched and read, and he never seems to run out of talking material. His laugh is contagious, and you find yourself forgetting about all the stressful things that happened today.

You finally get back to your house and open the door for him. You take off your shoes and lock the door behind you both. He takes off his shoes and heads to the kitchen, going over to your fridge and opening it with you hot on his trail. You sneak behind him, peeking above his shoulder to see what he's looking at. "What do you want me to make for you, Schatzi?" His tone wavers a bit due to your proximity. He starts to pick stuff up from the fridge and puts it back in an effort to distract himself from you.

"Pasta would be nice." You mumbled, your hand coming to rest on his side to stabilize yourself as you look at what you have in your fridge with him. He freezes, the thoughts in his brain becoming a bit scrambled. "I uhm, I suppose I could." His tone was a bit hesitant as he looked back at you, not realizing just how close you were to him. He looked away immediately, taking a few things out of the fridge and walking away from you and towards the counter.

Marius gets to work. He seems to know what to make with what you have. He's expertly navigating your kitchen, he knows exactly where everything is. You get out of his way, resorting to watching him cook. You're leaning on the counter, looking at his every move, not saying a word. Then, he drops a glass and freezes. He's never done that before. Especially not around you.

"Scheiße." He mumbles under his breath. He's avoiding your gaze, he seems embarrassed. "It's okay, I got it." You stand up straight and head over to the mess he made to clean it up. His palms are sweaty as he tries to help you clean the mess, though he seems to keep dropping everything. You clean up the raw egg that fell on the floor, but accidentally cut yourself on the glass. "Tsk, shit." Marius immediately grabs your hand to look at the cut. He inspects your cut and helps you up.

"Let's get this cleaned up, Liebling." He leads you to the washroom but you stop him. You never understand the names he gives you, you never bother to ask since they seem innocent enough. "I'm okay, Marius. I just need to rinse it." You smile reassuringly at him, and he seems to relax, his grip on your hand loosening. He doubles down regardless. "No, I don't want any glass in your cut." He pulls you towards him and into the washroom.

He drags you over to the sink, and cleans your wound for you. His hands are sweaty and you can feel it. He's nervous, but it's nothing out of the ordinary so you don't question it. You lean towards him to see what he was doing better. He's cleaning it up, putting your hand under warm water, rinsing your cut to make sure there's no glass. He puts some polysporin on it and covers it with a bandaid, making sure it's nice and snug. He finally looks up to see you. "There, it's all-" He stops talking abruptly as his eyes meet yours.

You're confused as to why he stopped talking. His face is very close to yours, but it's not bothering you, you're usually this close to him. He clears his throat and looks away. "Uhm, yeah, it's cleaned and you're good to go." He smiles awkwardly, and leaves to go back to the kitchen to finish making you food. You can't deny his help is making all your stress vanish.

You walk back into the kitchen, and smile when you notice he cleaned up the glass. "Marius." You call out to him as he turns on the stove to make the sauce. "Ja?" He doesn't turn to look at you. "Thank you for helping me with all of this." You sit at the counter realizing he'd put his sleeves up to his elbows now. "Any time, do you wanna talk about what's bothering you?" You contemplate it for a second before speaking. "I don't like my work." Marius is stunned for a second as he looks at you.

"I thought you loved baking?" He checked the sauce before leaning over the counter to pay more attention to you. "Well, yeah. I just-" You sigh, trying to find your words. "I want to have my own bakery, you know? I'm tired of being some- some sous chef to my boss." You clench your fists. "She treats me like shit, Marius. I've been there for five years and she's not any closer to letting me have a little bit of freedom when it comes to designing the menu."

Marius seems to think for a second. "Why don't you take out a loan? I'll help you find a good spot for your bakery, I can help with the renovation. You'll make that money back quickly." His positive nature is contagious. "You think I could do it?" You don't want to get into debt, it's worrying. "You have the experience and the passion. Besides, I can be your taste tester, ja?" He smiles, trying to lighten the mood. "But for now, focus on getting food and relaxing, Schatzi. I can set something up on the TV for us."

You nod, feeling relieved to have someone there for you. He focuses back on making you a good meal, occasionally spilling some things and bumping into dining chairs and counters as he navigates the kitchen. After a few minutes, he plates the food and presents it to you. Pomodoro pasta, and it looks mouthwatering. "Living room?" He asks as he holds both bowls in his hands, looking at you eagerly.

"Yeah." You hurry to your living room, sitting on the couch, and he puts the pasta bowls on the coffee table. Before you can grab the remote to turn on the TV, he snags it from you. He sits on the couch next to you and sets up a documentary on quantum computers. You lean back on the couch, leaning into him since he's so warm. He freezes but doesn't move. As you both watch and eat, you're hit with a strange sense of calmness.

You focus on the documentary, and though you don't understand everything, you don't mind. He loves explaining it to you anyway. You, however, never notice all the looks he gives you to make absolutely sure you like what you're watching. After all, he'd give you the world if you'd only just accept it.

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gloomiebearwritings · 1 month

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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

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ghostiex0 · 2 years

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Spetsnaz with a secret admirer

Cut only due to length. I choose all different items for the boys to receive just to shake things up a little bit

Kapkan

- This lone wolf would definitely be taken off guard by the appearance of a gift left for him.

-After getting over his initial confusion, it wouldn’t take him long to slip away from people for some privacy as he tries to open the little wrapped gift without getting the wrapping everywhere.

- He’s the type to double check if anyone is around before actually looking at the gift. In his defense, this feels like it was meant just for him, so he should be the only one seeing it.

- Beneath all the wrapping was a cool steel knife. Made in a similar fashion to a buck knife with a wooden handle.

- Upon further inspection, he’d notice the initials carved onto the wood. His own boldly stood out to him, but the other one… he was unsure.

- He put together quickly that it was probably the one who gifted him the polished blade.

-The initials weren’t much to go off of, and he didn’t want to have to ask around too much. People would get curious as to what he’s up too. Especially his comrades.

- Luckily, Maxim’s a respectable hunter who likes a good chase.

Glaz

- A true artist like himself is pretty in touch with his emotions and has a deep appreciation for anything that can speak to them.

- So when he finds a nice leather notebook left on the bench in his locker (one that is definitely not his, as the one he keeps in his locker is typically much smaller), he’s immediately reaching for it out of curiosity.

- Feeling the firm leather, Timur could tell it was pretty high quality. Someone must have wanted it to be nice.

- He doesn’t go to hide away with it, but he keeps it on the down low.

- Gracefully, he opens the notebook to see handwriting on the cover’s inside, a detection to himself from a mystery lover.

- He couldn’t help but give a little smile at the thought of someone taking the time for him. And getting him something he would definitely be using at that.

- He was going to find out who they were, but he found himself liking the mystery lover’s unknown identity.

Fuze

- Left right in his locker was a bundle of white tulips.

- Shuhrat is overcome with confusion at them, slipping off some of his heavier gear as he sat down next to the flowers, before gently picking them up to look for any reason why they would be here.

- The thought of a secret admirer probably doesn’t even cross his mind.

- But when he finds a little note attached to it with words such as “With love” he suddenly becomes aware that he’s holding a gift. One sent with love at that.

- His brain stops functioning for a second, just holding the flowers and staring at them blankly. A meek attempt to process that someone was gifting him flowers.

- His spacing out is swiftly replaced by a sense of panic when he hears his comrades voices drawing near. He knows that Alexsandr would give him the teasing of his life if he found out Shuhrat was being fancied by someone.

- He didn’t know why but he felt a tug on his heartstrings as he went to throw them somewhere randomly hidden. Causing him to change his mind last minute, opting to have them gently placed back in his locker instead.

Tachanka

- Alexsandr is a charming show-off so having people admire him isn’t exactly a new thing, but a real admirer?

- Working out with his fellow Spetsnaz Ops is a regular suggestion from Alex. And it leaves his locker free reign for leaving him a little something.

- So when they started to settle down and head up for some drinks and a rest. He almost doesn’t notice the letter left for him. The part that catches his eye is the little red scribbled heart against the white paper.

- He doesn’t hesitate to pick it up, looking it over with a gleam in his eyes.

- Even with his comrades around, Alex opens the hearted paper, a very different texture than the work out equipment he was using before.

- Seeing it’s a lovely love letter, he’s instantly reading it through. He’s smirking and gives a few laughs at some of the letter.

- Not laughing at who this secret admirer is, more of he’s flattered and laughing is his natural reaction.

- Alexsandr thinks the letter is adorable and is dying to know who his admirer is. Unlike many of the others, he’s absolutely and shamelessly asking around to figure out who they are.

#r6s #r6s x reader #rainbow six siege #r6 #R6S Spetsnaz #Kapkan x reader #glaz x reader #fuze x reader #tachanka x reader #headcanons #r6 glaz #r6 Kapkan #r6 fuze #r6 tachanka

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frogchiro · 2 months

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To add onto to R6S thirst fuze and Kapkan are some men you would wanna check out !

Kapkan is so large and heavy build for what?? Like,, his shoulders are so fucking broad I want him to put me in a headlock ;;

Also his voice and the line about being a real hunter? I immediately imagined him liking a little bit of predator play where he'll chase after you through the cold woods deep in Russia in the dead of the night, giving you a slight ahead jump 'because he's not that cruel' :((

Just imagine running, your heart beating out of your chest in a mix of excitement and fear as you can basically feel the huge, burly man being hot on your heels even if you don't see or hear him and the darkness in the barely illuminated wood aren't helping you at all.

Imagine Kapkan eventually catching you, because of course he does, and wrangles you to the ground, his heavy body covering you as he mounts you, mating with you like two animals in heat right then and there in the middle of the dark wood, your sounds of mutual pleasure echoing through the night <3

In the end you'll end up cuddling by a small fire Kapkan put together in the opening of a small cave he found, his large, warm body warming you up as you sit in his lap, wrapped tightly in his cloak and a fur he brought along, nuzzling into the large male's neck while he murmurs into your ear sweet nothings in russian, calling you his best, lovely girl and how thankful he is that you did this for him <3

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #rainbow six siege x reader #kapkan x reader #kapkan #r6s kapkan #r6s x reader #rainbow six siege

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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Nothing Like Home

Maxim "Kapkan" Basuda X gn!Reader

Original Request: Happy early birthday to you! May I request a Kapkan x Reader with the romantic line, "You remembered my favorite food?" It's the little things that count-

Nonnie YES, I love soft!Kapkan so much. Thanks for the prompt. I wrote this so corny but...I don't care teehee.

Tags/Warnings: SFW, food mentioned, comfort, fluff, romance, just a cute fluffy fic.

Word Count: 390

You were standing in the entryway of the house, waiting anxiously for Maxim to walk through the door. The moment you’d heard he was coming back home from another dangerous Rainbow Six mission, you’d been planning his meal. You knew he would be back early in the morning, so you’d been up since 6:30am just trying to make it perfect.

You knew his favorites, eggs sunny side up, French toast with cinnamon and fresh strawberries, and sausage links. You smirked thinking about the time you gave him patties instead.

“Krasivaya, what is this?” He picked up the patty in his fingers before slapping it into the plate.

“Sausage, why?”

“I will eat it, because you made it, but this is not right.” He did eat it, and every time you made sausage since, you thought back to that day with fondness.

The table was made, orange juice in the fancy glass bottle in the center; you normally only used it for special occasions and this one was as special as any. Your heart leapt when he walked through the door right at eight, tall and broad as you remembered. He wasted no time dropping his bags and grabbing you in his huge arms.

“Krasivaya, I missed you.” He said, squeezing you so hard you thought you might suffocate.

“Max, I missed you too but I can’t breathe.” You managed to choke out before he put you down.

He leaned in and kissed you deeply, you imagined he must’ve been a little touch deprived after having been gone for so long. When he stopped, his sharp eyes narrowed and he took in a deep inhale.

“Is that…” he looked at you with an affectionate smile, “you made breakfast.”

You nodded, “yes I did.”

Other than his obvious excitement to see you, Maxim was excited to finally be able to eat some real food. He made his way to the dining room where you’d put the meal out on display for him. You stood there proudly at your accomplishment.

“You remembered my favorite food…” he sounded a little surprised, “spasibo.”

“I’m glad you’re happy, and I’m glad you’re home.” You felt warm knowing he was there with you, and having a good hot meal.

“I love you.” He said softly, kissing you once more.

“I love you too, Max. Welcome home.”

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vampsquerade · 10 months

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Can I just have soft general relationship fluff with my cutie patootie Vigil? 🥺🥺

yis of course!! we gotta give our sweet man Vigil some good and tender loving 🥹 thank you so much for your request elias!! hope you’re doing well 🩵💕

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Vigil x GN!Reader: Restoring a Statue

Trigger warnings: none, all fluff!

For weeks, Chul would wait patiently just to get back home to you. He understands how important his work is, yet he can’t begin to believe how much more he finds your relationship with him to be just as important. He didn’t care how long it would take just to see you again, as long as it happened, he would be happy with his life. Chul spent so much of his life with the face of a stone; an unchanging statue, haunted by the blood that surrounded it. Personally he felt he still couldn’t speak of his emotions, let alone acknowledge that they existed after all he’s been through. But the moment he joined Team Rainbow in 2017 and met you, that stone-cold face slowly changed.

Only in private however, as it was the only time Chul knew nobody else could see what had changed him. He had only ever relied on Harry before when it came to a peek into his psyche, and even then he was shocked to learn of so many things he hadn’t realized he suppressed. You would do the same for Chul; letting him know that he doesn’t have to stay that way forever. It’s clearly not healthy, and you just want to help him feel like he can live a life for himself. So the second he came back through the door of your shared apartment, Chul was greeted by the sight of you slumped on his couch. It seemed like you had a rough day at work, and was getting some rest in as you waited for him.

Chul, smiling softly to himself, closes and locks his apartment door behind him before setting down his bag on the floor. He takes his boots off before stepping onto the carpeting he’s come to love so much. Chul’s ballistic mask is next as he places it down on the coffee table, and doesn’t even bother to worry about the black eye paint that smears against his face once he moves himself into your arms. “Wake up…I’m home…” Chul whispers softly against your lips once he gets closer to your face. A soft and gentle peck is pressed against your own lips, stirring you awake. Opening your eyes, a soft smile graces your face as Chul rests right in your arms. “Chul…when did you get home, hm…?” The question is genuine, filled with a domesticity the operator was still trying to get used to.

“I’d say about a good two minutes ago…you’ve been taking care of yourself, right?” Chul asks in a hushed tone, giving you an actual kiss this time around. Laughing softly, you speak in between each kiss, gently massaging the nape of his neck. “I’ve been taking good care of myself…what about you?” You ask. Your voice, while as sleepy as it sounds, is sweet like honey. It envelops all of his thoughts with a silk sheet, and makes him fall in love with you more than he already was. Chul couldn’t help but give a content sigh, pulling away from you and resting his head against your shoulder a bit. “I did get banged up pretty bad out there, but I promise you that I was taking good care of myself,” he says in a gentle tone.

You smile sweetly at him, yawning and rubbing away the sleep and fatigue you felt. “Good…you hungry? I can make you something,” you offer, sitting up a bit. “No, not right now…can we go to our room? I’ve…missed you so much—I just want to hold you in my arms…” Chul asks softly. The slight desperation for comfort and love from his beloved is clear in his voice, and you can’t even begin to think how it makes you fall for your loving partner even more. The way Chul just looks asking you is desperate as well, and it makes your heart skip a beat. “Alright then—let’s get to our room. It is a little late already…some cuddles sound great right about now,” you agree, laughing softly when you see the sparkle in his eyes.

Much to your surprise, you make a startled squeal once Chul lifts you up into his arms in a bridal carry. He then carries you to your shared room safely, laying you down onto the plush mattress once he’s right at the edge of it. Chul goes and turns off all the lights in your apartment, and once he flips the switch, his eyes are filled with so much love as he looks at you. The moonlight casted its silver veil upon your form, making you look like something that was far out of reach; you were a valuable treasure to him. An ethereal glow seemed to radiate from you, and it only beckoned Chul closer to you. He approached you like a curious tiger, before eventually crawling into bed next to you.

His arms wrapped around you securely and safely, and his love enveloped you with so much warmth that it could’ve kept you warm for an entire winter. Chul’s face is inches from yours, his brown eyes staring into you affectionately. You look back at him with that same gaze, a smile gracing your lips once more. He could just stay here and stare at you for hours, and would do so for all time just so he can lose himself in the glimmer in your eyes. “You have no idea just how much I love you, 자기야…you’re much sweeter to me than anything else is in this world, and I’m so glad you’re mine…” Chul whispers softly against your lips. His breath is gentle and soft, as he then captures your sweet lips in his.

Chul’s got a good sense of control over him, so you don’t have to feel afraid of him going too far or anything, so you’re not all too worried once you start to reciprocate the kiss. It remains soft and gentle, as his hands gently stroke the back of your head and your lower back. Your own hands have come up to gently hold the sides of his face, thumbs carefully caressing his cheekbones. Eventually Chul pulls away, moving the hand that was stroking the back of your head to caress his thumb against your lips. “You’re obsessed with my lips, you know that? It’s so cute…” you whisper softly to him. He smiles when he can practically feel your voice as you whisper. “Can you blame me? I can’t help myself…”

Chul then pulls you closer to him, and you nuzzle yourself into the crook of his neck. You don’t care if he tries to push you away because he’s dirty or anything still due to just having come home, only making you want to be closer to him. You inhale his scent, the musk you had missed so much, deeply before sighing contentedly. It flusters Chul up a lot, his body becoming warm as a result; his heart races in his chest and thunders in his ears loudly. The way you make him feel was something he didn’t want from anyone else in the entire world. “Not really…just wanted to tell you that it’s cute. In fact, I’d like it a lot more if you were even more obsessed with them—my lips are always ready for your kisses.” you say.

The way you speak is so nonchalant sometimes, and that’s what keeps Chul close to you. “Good, because now I will. I promise you that,” he says, chuckling softly, “now then, how about you tell me what I’ve missed since I was gone.” You sigh in slight agitation, “God I wish I was doing cool stuff like you when you’re in the field—I spend almost all of my days doing paperwork and I hope you know just how tiring and stupid it is. Do you have any idea how many reports I’ve had to look over and correct so they corresponded? Way too much!” you explain. The river of words flows from you with so much irritation it makes Chul chuckle softly. “Then how about I make up for all that stress you had to deal with when I was gone—sound good?” he asks you softly.

You plant a gentle kiss to Chul’s neck, relaxing once his touch starts to gently rub and massage against your back. It’s as if that momentary lapse of self control you usually have when it comes to your work frustrations is quickly covered up the moment Chul starts comforting the way you always do. “Sounds very good to me…as long as I can reciprocate it? I can’t just have myself be the only one to receive some tender treatment from you,” the suggestion to keep equal grounds falls upon his open ears. With an eager nod and a tired sigh, Chul nods, “Great…now let’s get ourselves some sleep, okay? I always feel so comfortable in your arms, and it makes me so tired…” he suggests. You nod, closing your own eyes and clinging to him a bit more.

Sleep quickly takes the two of you away together, the exhaustions of no longer having someone to hold at night now gone.

#r6s #rainbow six siege #r6s x reader #rainbow six siege x reader #r6s vigil #chul kyung hwa #chul kyung vigil hwa #x reader #x reader fluff #gender neutral reader #fluff #fluff fic #r6s 707th

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itsohh · 29 days

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Flying Too Close to the Sun

AN: Female reader, I wrote this before the comic came out but made some adjustments for it to kinda fit.

Summary: After leaving Rainbow years prior, Sam brings you back to help with the Deimos situation. As as warden your there to make sure he stays contained but things end up far messier than you exspect when he takes an intrest in you.

Word count: 6746

Warnings: Dubcon, noncon bondage, smut

Masterlist AO3

Greece 2020

“All I ask is that you give it a go-”

“No!” You threw our hands up into the air. Sam's eyes remained on you as he watched from the corner of the room. His arms were folded and he leaned against the wall. Your relationship with the man was rather new and fresh. Sam had only known you for a short while whereas Harry had known you since you arrived at Rainbow years prior.

Harry's face seemed rather controlled but there was a certain edge to his voice. He was aware that one wrong move could affect everything. Usually, you were so open-minded, he had expected this resilience from someone like Taina but not you.

“This is too much Harry. Our job was never made for an audience, to be blasted over huge screens. It wasn't made for civilians to see. How many thousands would know us?” You pointed out the window to the rest of the stadium. “Our enemies get a perfect view into our skills, our weaknesses, our numbers, our faces- everything.”

“I assure you, all of that has been accounted for. Every person that comes through those gates will have been background checked but if it would make you more comfortable perhaps we could change your uniform and name.”

“No. I've made my mind up here. I think it's time that I head home. Rainbow’s been a great place for me and I've learnt a lot but I think it's better that I put this information to good use back home.” You pulled some paper from inside your jacket and placed it on the table.

It was now clear that you had made your mind up before speaking to Harry.

“I understand.” Harry nodded and took the paper from you.

“If you ever need me in the future for something proper, don't hesitate to call.” You looked towards Sam for a moment. “But something tells me you shouldn't need to. You have quite the team here.”

England 2024

The umbrella above you protected you from the sun's harsh rays. In front of you was a glass of juice and a bowl of hot chips. Your sunglasses helped with the sun and you didn't look up when someone sat down from across you.

Sam Fisher.

“Long time no see.” You pushed the chips towards him and he promptly took one. “Heard about Harry, my condolences.”

“Yeah, thanks. Saw you're doing well.”

“Well for this kind of work but I assume you didn't call me all this way just for small talk.”

Sam placed a folder on the table and slid it over to you. You wiped the salt from your fingers and picked it up.

“Gerald Morris…” You muttered the name under your breath, only loud enough for Sam to barely hear.

Your eyes absorbed all the information in front of you as you leaned back on your chair. All the meanwhile Sam dug into the food.

“So you got him, sounds like it took a lot but you did. Why call me?” You slapped the folder shut and placed it back on the table.

“Aside from our newer operators, you're more detached from the situation. I imagine he knows less about you than anyone else.” Sam leaned back and your brows narrowed.

“I'm your wildcard?”

“So to speak. Harry always knew you would have your part to play one day and I believe it's this.”

“And what is this Sam?”

“...Rainbow is split about his presence. There's a very real possibility that someone may take justice into their own hands which is exactly what he wants.” He let out a sigh and rubbed his face.

“I want to assign him to your care.”

“My care? I'm not going to be babysitting a terrorist.” Your eyes cast down for a second. “Besides, he could easily overpower me.”

“Not like that.” He placed another folder on the table that you took.

“Azami. She joined after you left-”

“-Private sector? I didn’t realize you guys were hiring mercs…” You muttered, your disapproval obvious.

“Rainbow's purpose has changed over the years. When did you join?” It was an answer Sam already knew but you answered him regardless.

“2018. Amelia brought me along due to my marksmanship experience in urban settings.”

“Integral skills to have when the outbreak claimed more territory. Skills you shared with the rest of the team and in turn, they shared their skills with you. The same can go with cases like Azami in the private sector. She has her own unique experience.”

“Alright alright, I get it. Why do you bring her up then?”

“She's one of the people we are concerned about. She's been going to the holding facility more and more.”

“You're worried she will kill him in custody?”

“Her and several other operatives. I don't think they will but I can't discredit the possibility. I want you to make sure that never happens. Gustave feels the same.”

“What makes you think I won't just kill him? I mean I wasn't super close to Harry but he was still a friend.”

He tossed a chip in his mouth and sat there for a moment. “You won't.”

Rainbow had changed a lot since you left which meant you received a completely different dorm room than you used to have. Not that it really mattered, you had taken everything personal with you. The new room you received was one of the ones in the holding facility. It wasn't a dorm room but its own special room. You had one job and that was clear. In a way, you were like a warden to Gerald and Gerald only.

You had to admit, the room was rather secure. It was a safe room in a sense. Sure you didn't have the best views or anything but that hardly mattered when you were so close to a man that would most definitely kill you at any opportunity.

In all honesty, you didn't bring much with you. While you knew that Sam might need your help for a while you figured eventually you leave again and it was best not to get too attached. A knock at the door had you stand up from the bed.

You opened it to find Sam standing there with clothes in his hands. They were neatly folded and had a couple of things balanced on top.

“What's this?” You asked.

He placed the pile on your desk. “New ID.” He waved it and snapped it on the table.

“Uniform.”

You looked towards the Ghosteyes uniform and cocked a brow.

“Thought I was just going on guard duty.”

“Need an excuse to be here officially, wear it or don't at least have the ID with you. “

You took the ID and clipped it to your current shirt. It was a slightly faded black shirt with NZSAS printed across. The shirt didn't have any pockets so you clipped it to your slightly stretched collar.

Sam carried a sort of understanding look with you. The pair of you hadn't known each other very long before you left Rainbow but there was a sort of mutual understanding that was shared. Trust. Why he trusted you was beyond your understanding, perhaps it was something that Harry said to him before he died.

“This here is your pager.”

“Pager?”

“No one's to go into Deimos’s holding without you there to supervise. That includes team leaders. Your job is to make sure that Deimos is there and alive.”

“Alright.”

“All the team leaders know your back but not everyone else does.”

Just as you were about to reply the pager started to beep and Sam tilted his head to the side for a second.

“Better get moving then.”

Sam briefed you on how interrogations were still ongoing even if they admittedly didn't get very far. The room that Deimos was restricted to was rather large but rather empty. It was by no means a great place to stay but it wasn't inhumane. “Eliza, long time no see.”

“Icarus.” She didn't quite smile but there was a level of familiarity that the pair of you shared. “I'm glad that out of everyone Sam brought you back.”

“Well, when he begged me how could I say no?” You walked up to the door and flashed your ID against the reader and the door opened with a click.

“Interrogation?”

“Yeah, doing it here.”

You opened the door for her and nodded. “Be my guest. The door closed behind you and you leaned against it. Eliza was the one to approach the man who was lying on his bed. Through the glass, you could see everything. His legs were leisurely up and he had a book in his hand. By the sight of it, it seemed he only had one book and had most definitely read it a few times already.

He wasn't quick to talk to Eliza but there was a pause in his movement when his face turned towards you.

“Well, now there's a face I didn't expect to see. Here I thought you were the one person who had managed to escape Rainbow.” He scoffed and sat up. “Just another one of Harry's puppets then.”

“I get why Sam brought me on board.” You muttered to Eliza.

“Sam bring you on board? And why is that sweetheart?”

“To make sure I don't kill you.” Eliza loomed over the man but he just let out a laugh.

“Can't trust your own people? Can't say I blame him.”

So became the rhythm of your babysitting job. It didn't end up being too bad, as Deimos was often let out of his cage for training. A weird thing but it seemed to get a few results even if it was at the cost of morale.

Then it happened. The alarm. A blaring alarm that rang halfway through the night. You bolted awake and grabbed what you deemed necessary. Your ID and your guns. Your usual Barrett on your shoulder and a revolver on your side. The cold concrete floor did little to hinder your speed as you made your way towards Deimos’s room.

To your relief when you arrived he was still there, the same way he always was. On that damn bed. You clicked the door open and grabbed a pair of cuffs from outside of his room. “On your knees Gerald.”

“First name basis are we?” He scoffed and turned to you. Not one for his games, you aimed the gun at his leg.

“I was told to keep you alive- not in healthy shape. Now be a good boy and follow instructions.”

“You’re playing with fire girl.” He finally swung his legs over the side of the bed.

“Hands behind your back.” He followed your instructions and you were quick to cuff him.

“Going somewhere?” He asked.

“No.” You locked the door from the inside and found your spot behind him. You pulled the gun from your back and he made a small sound.

“Nice pyjamas girly. We should swap sometime.”

“They say you never talk much in interrogations and yet ever since I've been here I can never get you to shut up.” You hissed.

He let out a laugh. “You? Oh you I like. Such a fire, never afraid to say it how it is. A real shame you came back to Rainbow. Here I thought I wouldn't have to put you in the ground like the rest of your group.”

“For starters-” You locked your gun in place and steadied it over his shoulder. “I'm not part of Rainbow. I'm doing this as a favour. And secondly, you think you're ever leaving this hell hole your dead wrong.”

“Oh sweetheart, I don't have to leave here to watch you all die. It's already begun.”

“Yes yes, your going to kill us all. Cool story, now don't move.”

The pair of you stayed like that for five minutes before you heard it. The massive explosion that burst the door into smithereens but done in a way that would protect anyone inside.

Out from the dust, someone appeared- someone you didn't recognise. Without hesitation, you pulled the trigger and Deimos deliberately bumped his shoulder up. It was something you had predicted.

“I told you not to move.”

“Your aim was off.” He spoke innocently with a nonchalant voice.

“Yes because I figured you would pull some shit like that.”

His chuckle vibrated next to you and he slightly leaned his head towards you. “I swear to god Deimos…”

“Have I been anything but the model prisoner?” His voice was mocking and came out as a purr.

Even though it wasn't necessary, you removed the mag and reloaded. The movements were intentionally harsh to jolt around Deimos before you slammed the gun down on his shoulder again.

The small grunt he made when you did so didn't go unnoticed and the corner of your lips curled up. The great thing about the design of the holding area was that in order for someone to reach you they would be forced to come down the very long hallway.

You cursed when a bunch of smoke rolled into the hallway and filled the room. Unlike Timur, you were unable to see through it and your jaw clenched.

Thankfully Deimos stayed quiet and allowed you to focus. Any movement you saw you were to shoot on, your ears listened for the movement in the smoke but just as they neared you a familiar suppressed gun went off.

The smoke started to clear and you were quick to start your fire. Precise singular shots were all you needed. The bodies dropped to the ground and a moment passed. The smoke fully cleared and you started to stand up from your spot behind Deimos. “Do hurry back.”

You rolled your eyes and met your savoir at the door. “Taina. Good to see you on your feet.”

“Icarus.” She nodded your way and approached the open door.

“Thanks for the backup, you did a good flank.”

“Not that you needed it huh?” Deimos mouthed off behind you. Strangely, it was a little flattering he thought so highly of you but then again perhaps he was being sarcastic. It was hard to know with a man like him.

“How's the rest of the base?”

“On high alert, they broke through the east side as a distraction but things are quickly coming under control. I can handle him if you need a moment.” Taina offered as her eyes scanned your rather under-dressed outfit.

“I'm good, you stay up ahead.” You politely smiled.

“Are you sure? Deimos is… be careful around him.”

“I always am.” Despite your refusal, you noticed her foot still crept into the room.

“He's a bastard and a liar. Don't trust a word he says.”

At her tone, your hand went to the side arm that you had strapped on your hip. Immediately Taina noticed how you went for the revolver and her brows narrowed.

Still, your hand hovered there. “Taina just go.”

“Are you planning to do something?” She accused.

“No- I'm not. But your hesitancy to leave is making me worried. I appreciate the help I do but please just go up ahead.”

“No.”

At her refusal, you pulled the revolver out and aimed it at her. “Don't make this harder.”

“Why are you so protective of him?”

“Because it's my job. Sam's orders, shoot anyone who may kill Deimos. He wants him alive and gods above help me. Don't back me into a corner here Cav.”

Then she took a step back and put her hands up. “I understand. I just wanted to see where your loyalty lay.” She nodded your way and disappeared away from the room.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you found your way back to behind Deimos and ran a hand through your hair.

“All this fuss for little ol’ me…”

“Shut the fuck up, Gerald.”

After Taina left you didn't see anyone else for about half an hour. Not until Eliza showed up with Sam in tow. “Didn't secure him down?” She cocked a brow at you.

“If he runs I shoot out his ankles.” You could feel Deimos’s gaze on you. “Jobs to keep him alive not keep him walking.”

“Heard that you had an altercation with Taina.”

“I don't take chances.”

Eliza gave you a single nod and looked towards Sam for a moment.

A silent conversation took place between the pair of them before Sam spoke up. “Go get some rest. We can take care from here.”

Your tense shoulders dropped slightly and you nodded in response. “Will do.”

A week later you lay in your bed, eyes trained on the ceiling. Each breath was long and drawn out. Despite your clock reading three in the morning you couldn't help but lie there completely awake.

There wasn't any logical reason to back up that gut feeling that formed and festered in your chest. A tightness that had your entire body tense. Something wasn't right. After giving up and finally getting to your feet you snatched your phone off the side table.

You pulled on an old hoodie and dumped your phone in the pocket. A torch and your revolver were the next two things on the agenda. Mentally you promised yourself, just one check-up on the man and then you would go back to sleep.

There hadn't been any alarms and Deimos had seemed the same annoying self when you had last seen him. It was beyond any logic that something would be going on.

Your slippers made little sound on the polished floor as you made your way by torchlight. The way to Deimos’s room had long since been ingrained in your mind even though he changed rooms.

Yet when you neared you weren't met with the darkness of his asleep. The door that spanned the long hallway was open and a small crack of light escaped it. You turned off the light from your torch and slipped out of your slippers. Slowly you crept down it, your hand flexed and curled around the hammer of the revolver.

Then you saw them. Jessica, you believed her name was. She was part of IT staff. There was something connected to the electronic card reader and his door was open. Their voices were hushed to the point where you couldn't hear them. Without hesitation, you pressed the silent alarm on the wall.

The door behind you swung closed and locked. The sound drew their attention and the first thing you saw was Jessica's face, then it was the pistol in her hand.

A large bang echoed through the rooms and she fell to the ground with a hiss. There wasn't a single hesitation in your movement. The shot had caught her directly between the eyes and her body crumbled to the ground instantly.

Deimos ducked behind the thick doorframe out of view. “You never should have got out of bed sweetheart.” His voice was a mocking purr.

“Stay in your room, Gerald.”

“Room? This cell? I don't think so.”

Something flew from the inside of his room and you swore out and covered your eyes as the flashbang went off. Disorientated, you stumbled when you felt a sudden impact. His hand wrapped around your wrist and slammed it against the wall. Despite the pain that had you gasp out, your tightened and your finger pulled the trigger.

You slammed your head forward against his and went to knee him. Yet when your knee made contact one of his hands grabbed your thigh while he used your off balance and the weight of his body to force you onto the ground.

Again he slammed your wrist but this time against the ground. Two more times and your grip loosened enough to fall from your grasp. Deimos snatched your gun and you went deathly still when the barrel pressed against the bottom of your jaw.

“Nice gun you got here. LFP586, one shot from this and there's no coming back from it. Can't help but wonder where you got this.”

Silence stayed between the pair of you when you didn't answer him. He let out a small chuckle and you could practically hear the rolls in his eyes as he spoke.

“You can talk I won't bite. Where'd you get the gun girly?”

“A bunch of operators use it. I don't know why you're surprised.”

He let out a tut. “Now it's rather a standard issue in GIGN but you're not GIGN are you? I can't recall such a weapon being on NZSAS’s artillery.”

You swallowed and pressed your lips together. It was actually rather good that he was talking, perhaps you could stall enough time for someone to show up.

“Now, last time- because I hate repeating myself, why does a girl like you have a gun like this?”

“It was a gift. I've always preferred accuracy over quantity.”

“A gift huh?” You felt him twist the gun against your skin as he looked at it. “It seen a lot of combat hasn't it? Who gifted it to you?”

“Gustave did.” The words were a whisper on your lips.

“Why?”

“A thank you from when we worked together in New Mexico.”

“Oh, I heard all about that. Viral outbreak wasn't it? So much fuss.”

Your eyes shot to his and your lips sealed. It was classified information. He could be bluffing about it but the thought that he had such classified information has your heartbeat quicken.

“Well I'm not one to steal a gift so let's say thank you for letting me borrow it.”

“Mind the kick. I'm sure the recoil is something new for you.” You spat the words out with venom but that just seemed to make the man happier.

“ Now there's that fire I love. ” He grabbed you by the middle of your hoodie and pulled you off the ground. With the gun pressed against your head, you didn't dare try to get out of his grasp. Anyone else you might had but not Deimos. He was far too unpredictable and you couldn't lie that he was far better at hand-to-hand combat than you were.

The door cracked open and you looked towards the silhouette. “Looks like someone else came to play. Nap time birdy.” Deimos voice was barely a warning before the hammer of your gun slammed against your head.

Would have it been better if you stayed in bed?

A groan left your lips as you woke up. Despite your arms being restricted behind your back you were able to sit up from your lain form. “Perfect timing to wake up.”

Slowly you blinked a few times and turned toward the voice. Deimos placed a tray on the ground next to you. In a surprising amount of gentleness, he pressed his fingers against your head. It was directed where he had hit you. The flash of pain had a hiss escape from your lips as you pulled it away from his touch.

“It's bruised but you can handle that.”

You glared at the man as he crouched in front of you. “I'd like my gun back now thanks.” The words were gritted from your teeth and while you knew he wouldn't return the gun it was more of an expression of how you felt more than anything.

“I'm afraid your colleagues dealt with that when I decided to stretch my legs. You're lucky you got out in one piece.”

He sat down on the floor properly and leaned in. “Trust me, I thought you would be a good little hostage but they were rather determined to stop me even if it meant taking you down with me.”

He picked up a chip from the plate and brought it to your lips. “You should be thanking me really.”

“Fuck you. Bastard. They were right to try and kill you.”

“Even if it meant killing you in the process?”

“Yes.” Your lips snapped shut as he held it there.

“Open up sweetheart.”

You glared at the man in response. With a huff, he removed the mask from his face and placed it on the ground next to him. His lips parted and he slipped the chip between them. All the while he kept eye contact. He bit into it and slowly chewed before he swallowed.

“See, I wouldn't try and poison you.”

“Who said I thought it was poisoned? Maybe I'm not hungry.”

“It's been two days. Eat.”

“You knocked me out for two days?!”

“No. I sedated you for easier handling and now it's finally worn off.” His voice was rather nonchalant and it wasn't until you jerked your head away that his stance tensed.

“I don't know why you bothered. I'm not going to tell you squat even if I did know anything.” You hissed.

Deimos chuckled and his hand reached for your face. His thumb gently stroked your cheek while his eyes roamed over the rest of your face.

“Oh, I know you won't. There's not a thing in this world that you could say about Rainbow that I don't already know.”

“Then why bother at all? Why not just leave me there or kill me?”

“I'll tell you a secret little birdy.” He leaned in closer and his voice grew quiet. Not that it changed much, it was only the pair of you in the room. “I've grown rather fond of you and I think I'll keep you.”

Blood drained from your face as your lips grew dry. The realization hit you that you had no type of leverage against the man. If he wanted information at least you could hold out on that.

“The feelings not mutual. I'd rather die.”

Again he laughed and tutted at you. “Now sweetheart I don't think that's entirely true. If there's one thing I can do it's read someone and you’re an open book. You can deny it all you like but I think the feeling is rather mutual even if you can't say it.”

“Fuck you!” You slammed your head forward against him. He let out a grunt and fell back. In his dazed state, you were quick to move. You rocked your body and jumped to your feet. With your hands secured around your back there wasn't much you would be able to do. Lucky enough the cuffs were just long enough for you to jump over them like a backwards skipping rope.

You pounced on the man and used the chain to strangle him. To stop him from flipping you over, you leaned back and let gravity control your body. Deimos clawed at the chain for a second before his head suddenly flicked back and he went prone on the ground. The movement was quick enough for him to slip from your chain and recover.

You stumbled back and readied yourself for his retaliation as he got to his feet. Deimos clicked his neck side to side but he didn't seem overly upset, instead, he seemed rather amused.

A knife flashed from him and you took a step back to create a gap between the pair of you. “That wasn't very nice.” He clicked his tongue.

The knife swiped down and you used the joint of the cuffs to parry it. It collided with a loud metallic sound that had your eyes go wide as he pushed down. A grunt left your lips, the man was far stronger than he looked.

The bastard had the nerve to wink at you before he twisted the blade. It coiled the chain around it and he yanked you towards him. Anticipating your forced movement towards him, he tapped the back of your neck and forced you against the wall. He untangled the knife and slipped it up so it rested against your neck.

He stood behind you and sandwiched you between the wall. The warmth of his chest pressed against your back and you could feel his breath against your ear. “They'll come for you Gerald.” You cursed his name.

“Rainbow?” He laughed and pressed against you harder. “How long did it take them the first time? Your presence changes nothing. Well, for them anyway.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“To me, your presence changes everything. ”

His knife trailed down against your throat until it reached your chest. It was pressed just hard enough to cut into the fabric.

“You're sick.” Your teeth were glued together and you didn't dare to move. Deimos’s lips brushed against your ear and for a moment you swore he kissed just beneath it.

“No, no, no. You see, I'm very good at picking up people's micro-expressions and I know you. In the last few weeks, I've learnt to know you very well. Like I said, I don't think you hate this as much as you say. I reckon if I were to dip my fingers into that cunt of yours it would be soaking-”

“Fuck you!”

The knife suddenly tore through the rest of your shirt and you managed to clutch your shirt together.

“As I was saying. If I found you before they did you would have been singing my praise long ago birdy.”

This time when he kissed you, it was far more prevalent. His lips slowly pressed against the side of your neck and slightly sucked on it as he enjoyed the taste of you.

He pulled the knife away and tucked it back into his sheath before you felt his large hand cover one of yours. It curled around your hand and forced you to grope your breast with him.

“Don't worry sweetheart. I won't force you to admit it.”

Your breath hitched and he paused his movement.

“But I'm nothing but a man of honour. You tell me to stop and I will.”

“I've read what you've done. You wouldn't know what honour is if you looked it up in a dictionary.”

“You're probably right but I'm still a man of my word. Stay stop and I will.”

“You're a bastard.”

His hand pushed yours upward and he replaced them. The inside of his fingers punched your nipple while he continued to palm it. Gerald's hips ground against your ass.

“I'm not hearing a no.”

You could practically hear his smirk against your skin and when you went to open your mouth all that escaped was a small moan that only egged on him more.

“Yeah? Do you feel that? Mmm, this is where a girl like you belongs. Pressed against me not worry 'bout anything.” His hand travelled down and didn't hesitate when it reached your pyjama pants. Gerald's hand slipped beyond the waistband and found the prize that was your wet cunt. His fingers slipped against the entrance with ease and started to tease your entrance.

“Fuckin’ soaked. Was it just me or does being manhandled get you that worked up?”

“I…”

“Shh shh shh. I've got you. you don't have to pretend. It's just us here. Just us.”

Two fingers curled inside of you but didn't move anymore. For a moment the pair of you just stood there completely still. The gravity of the situation started to dawn on you but you couldn't help the way that your head started to feel dizzy from his scent alone.

He was such a man who commanded control of every situation. That natural scent was almost overpowering. You hadn't ever really noticed it even when you were in his room but now he was slow close it was impossible to escape.

Would it stay on you long after his touch was gone? Would it claim you as his? Gerald's fingers retreated from you and you wondered if he had changed his mind. Had he sensed some type of hesitation from you? He pulled back slightly and turned you to face him.

From there his eyes made contact with yours and he cupped your cheek with his palm. This time it was you who moved. Slowly you moved your hands up and his head tilted ever so slightly. It was obvious that he was interested in what you were doing and didn't make any attempt to stop you. His hand slipped from your face and allowed you to continue raising your hands up.

You hooked your wrists over his head and rested them on the back of his neck. Carefully, you pulled him into you and his lips Glady made contact with yours. The floodgates opened as Gerald early kissed you.

His mouth consumed yours in opened mouth gasps and he bent down slightly before he grabbed your thighs and picked you up with ease. Automatically you wrapped your legs around his waist as you lost yourself in his lips.

Gerald held you there with ease, his hands feeling up your ass as he did so. When your lips parted for air he bit down slightly on your bottom lip and dragged it for a second. That smirk was still on his face.

Your eyes kept contact while you let out small pants. He shifted your weight so it was more against the wall and allowed himself to hold you up with only one hand. Gerald pulled out that knife again and before you could say a word he sliced through the seams of your crotch.

“The fact you came to me with no underwear on. Naughty girl.”

“I'm in my pyjamas- ”

He cut your voice off as he placed the flat blade against your cunt. The coolness had your brain rewire and you let out a small strained sound. His tongue flicked over his teeth and the blade was gone. Gerald paused for a moment and pulled open his belt with ease.

Then you felt it. You looked down to see his thick cock press against your entrance. The head strained for a second but then it slid in with ease. A shiver spread across your body and you griped onto his shoulders for dear life. You couldn't separate your hands very much and so they brushed against his neck as your nails dug in.

Your eyes squeezed shut and you threw your head back against the wall as he continued to push in.

“Uh uh ah.” His thumb pushed on your chin. “Look at it. Eyes open sweetheart.” His voice wasn't mocking but one full of authority. It was a command that you obeyed without question. Your eyes looked down to see your cunt swallow his cock up. It took everything he pushed in until he was completely sheathed inside.

All thoughts had long since left your head as he slightly readjusted himself and grabbed you with both hands again. With his grip secured he pulled you slightly away from the wall so that when he started to move you, your back didn't scrape against the concrete wall.

There wasn't any warning. One moment you were filled stretched to the brim and then the next moment he was gone only for him to slam back in as he bounced you on his dick. A cry left your mouth and you pulled on his neck with the link. Your face buried in his shoulder as he continued that brutal pace.

Sure you had been fucked before but this was something different. Every bone in your body had turned into putty that he could meld by his will alone. Each time he re-entered it felt as overwhelming and consuming as the first. You swore you could feel him to your very core, all the way up to your chest.

“I've got you birdy. That's it.” He purred in your ear and continued to praise you but you couldn't hear much due to the pounds of blood that echoed in your ears.

The pair of you stayed there for god knows how long. Just him fucking you on his cock like a toy. He didn't stop even when you clenched down around him. He didn't stop when tears fell from your eyes and he didn't stop as you gushed around him.

Gerald successfully managed to drain all energy from you by the time your cunt drained his cock. The kisses he placed on your head afterwards felt distant like he was on another planet. You didn't have the time nor the energy to think about the situation. All you could do was collapse fully limp in his arms.

Slowly you opened your eyes. Instead of the cell you had been subjected to, you found yourself rather cozied up in a large bed. For a brief second, you thought it was only a dream but as you blinked and looked around the room you realized you weren't familiar with your surroundings.

You looked to the side only to see your reflection in a mirror that decorated the wall. In the reflection, you were met with the image of yourself. No longer were you in your pyjamas, instead you had a black shirt on and a pair of sweatpants. The shirt didn't fit quite right and you wondered if it was one of Gerald's. It certainly smelt like it.

The gears turned in your head and your eyes went wide. You saw the figure at the bed next to you and you spun around to see him asleep. The gravity of the situation crushed down on you and you swallowed. Slowly you got up out of the bed and your eyes went to his gun that was placed on his bedside table.

No way he would leave it out right? It was surely a trap. It would at least be empty right? Either way, it was a weapon. His knife would be better. Yet as you looked on the floor you couldn't find it.

You tiptoed over to the other side of the bed and silently picked it up. He didn't stir. You flicked open the chamber and your heart raced as you found that there were in fact bullets in there. Just to make sure you pulled back one bullet to check they weren't blanks.

They weren't.

“What are you planning to do with that birdy?”

Your eyes snapped to Gerald. He was propped against the headboard and leaned back against one hand. With the blanket no longer covering him, you could now see his shirtless form.

You aimed the gun at him and he didn't seem surprised.

“I should kill you.” You hissed but couldn't stop the slight shake of your hands. Most people wouldn't notice it but he wasn't most people.

“And why’s that?”

“You killed people.”

“And you haven't?”

“You killed innocents, you killed your own people. You killed Harry.”

“Harry was a cancer to this world. Even you should understand. After all, you left him.”

“Yeah, I left! I didn't fucking kill him for it. You were already gone- hell you killed your own team. You of all people don't have any right to lecture.”

“I did what was right to stop-”

“-You became the very thing you were supposed to stop.”

Gerald weighed his head and pulled back the blankets from the bed. You took a step back and watched as he got to his feet.

“Don't move.”

He ignored your command and continued forward until his chest met with the barrel of the gun. He grabbed your hand and instead of pushing your hand away, he pulled it up. The barrel rested against his forehead and he stared intensely into your eyes.

“If you're going to shoot, you better not miss.”

His hand didn't leave yours though. His thumb rubbed over your knuckles as if he were comforting you. The soft gentle touch was such a contradiction to the rough merciless man he was.

Seconds ticked by until you suddenly pulled back your hand as if his touch burnt you. The corner of his lips curled up and you took a couple of steps back.

“Not going to shoot?”

“Rainbow wants you alive.”

He laughed and you fled towards the door. “Keep telling yourself that sweetheart.”

“Don't call me that. D-dont follow me.” You yanked the door open and ran out the door. Silently you went down the hallways, careful not to bump into any of his men. Eventually, you found a bathroom and jimmied open the window. You had no idea where you were but anywhere was better than being by his overwhelming presence.

You only looked over your shoulder once as you fled into the woods. He hadn't followed.

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