#rainbow 6 siege x reader

[starliights-shining]

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

[burnedwriter]

dating ace headcannons

Warnings:none,gender neutral reader.

A/n:this is my first time writing sth about the r6 fandom,and since i havent see any ace fics going around so i decided to change that.

♠️you met through social media,with ace dming you the most cheesy pickup line of the century and someohow it got you to fall for him.

♠️it took you a lot of months to actually meet from up close since as we know ace is a busy man.

♠️before your irl meeting you have already bonded close enough via calls and messages.ace will send you funny pictures to start a conversetion and it only when down hill from there.

♠️speaking of pictures ace will send you random pictures of himself to locations hes currently in,for example if hes cooking he will send a picture of him with the pan on his hand.

♠️when you went to pick him up from the airport,you searched around for a while,looking at the crowd of the people passing by when all of a sudden you feel two hands rappig around your body into a tight hug.Suprised by this you quickly turned your head around to see who it was only to see no other than ace with a smile from one ear to the other,just like you,you were both so happy to finally meet face to face after so many calls and messages

♠️after your first meeting your relationship moved really quickly to the point where you moved together in Norway to a small appartment.living with ace has been interesting....to say the least.

♠️Ace has huge golden retriever boyfriend energy

♠️ace loves physical contact,from a full blown hug to wrapping one arm around your shoulder or waist at all times when you sit next to him or walk together.

♠️that also means hes a cuddlerer.he’s doesnt care if you are the one hugging him or its him,while the both of you cuddle he will start talking about his posts and followers and even ask about your opinion if you like it or not and how he can improve his posts.

♠️i hope you are a good listener because ace doesnt know what closing his mouth is.

♠️you help him in the background with editing or in other ways for his post,he will ty to convice you for you to post so you can match.

♠️expect a lot of outdoor activities and trips or even dates,he doesnt like sitting in one place or being inactive for long periods so he will drag you in all sorts events.

#rainbow 6 siege x reader #rainbow six siege x reader #ace x reader #r6s x reader #r6s ace #r6s ace x reader #rainbow six x reader #rainbow six siege #r6s #rainbow 6 siege

[plant-guy-writes]

Hayo names Plant !

I write stuff for fandoms that I’m in and like, including :

Device inc

COD

Dead island

Apex legends

Overwatch

PayDay 2

Rainbow six siege

Resident evil

ATSV

Bioshock

Things I will write:

Male/GN reader

Platonic ships

Yandere

Mild smut

One shots

Headcanons

AU content

I won’t write:

Female reader

Underage characters (excluding platonic)

Dark Smut

Gore

#gender neutral reader #male reader #deceive inc #dead island 2 #COD #overwatch #apex legends #rainbow 6 siege x reader #rainbow six siege #resident evil #payday x reader #dead island x reader #deceive inc x reader #overwatch x reader #resident evil x reader #apex legends x reader #reqeust #open requests #atsv #Spiderverse x reader #yandere x reader

[ruskizzo]

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

Smoke, Mute, Thatcher, Sledge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[itsohh]

AN: G/N reader, I really can't feel like things all about to go wrong in r6s.

Summary: Even though Rainbow was able to capture Deimos, you can't help but feel that things aren't quite right. Gustave is there to reassure you.

Word count: 582

Warnings: Spoilers?

Masterlist AO3

Stress had become a partner in your relationship: you, him and that debilitating pressure. Originally you had thought it would ease once Deimos was in custody but you soon found that wasn't the case. With Eliza now awake, everyone's hope seemed to be up. Sure there was a lot of anger throughout all the operators but ultimately moreal was up. 

Perhaps that's why you drew back and secluded yourself. Unable to bring down the mood, you stayed holed up in your joint bedroom with your focus on your gun. 

Your Barrett was treated like a child, cared and loved for. It took your mind off matters as you took it apart, cleaned it and then put it together. Again and again, the mindless task took your focus away from the stress. 

That was until the door clicked open. You didn't attempt to move nor did you lose your focus. A breath was exhaled from behind you and a few moments later you felt his gentle hands on your shoulders.

“I haven’t seen you all day.” He paused and you felt his lips brush against your cheek. “Almost all week.”

“We've both been busy.”

“Mmm, I know.” His lips pressed down into a kiss and your hands hesitated. “Tell me what's wrong.”

“Everything's fine. I'm alright.” 

Gustave's hands drifted from your shoulders down to your frozen hands and gently guided you to put the gun down. “We’re a team non? No need to start hiding from me now.”

His arms wrapped around you as he leaned over your body and hugged you from behind. Gustave's face settled into the crook of your neck and one of your hands settled on top of his. “We got Deimos…” 

“That we did.”

“I was terrified something was going to happen to you, watching the body cameras? Fuck.” 

Gustave pressed a kiss into your neck and grabbed your hand. He gave it a comforting squeeze before he raised it up to his face and kissed the top of it. “It can be scary sometimes. But our team did well. We worked well together. Elena, Julien, Sam and I all know how to look after each other.”

“I know, I know I just…” You let out a sigh in frustration. 

“I know. It's okay. Everything ended up okay. I'm here.”

Your head raised and slowly turned to look over your shoulder at him. He adjusted his and when your eyes made contact, his lips locked onto yours. 

The kiss was slow, careful but still full of desperation. As if he could disappear at any moment. Gustave rested his forehead against yours while his thumb gently rubbed your cheek. 

“He got him, we got Deimos.”

Your eyes cracked open and you grabbed his wrist, not to move it, just to hold it. “I know, I can't help but feel like we have given him exactly what he wants though. Like instead of us trapping him, we're trapped with him.”

Your voice turned to a whisper. “What if this was all part of his plan?”

“Then we put a stop to it. Together.” 

You opened your mouth to speak but promptly closed it and turned your body to fully face his. With a deep exhale you placed your head on his shoulder and welcomed his warm embrace. Gustave planted a light kiss on top of your head before he gently started to stroke your hair. 

You sighed into him and made a slight nod that rubbed against his chest. “Together.”

#r6s x reader #doc x reader #gustave kateb x reader #rainbow six siege #rainbow 6 siege #r6s

[garfields-nutz]

I’m a Rainbow 6 Siege fan so here are my fave memes (i made the last 5)

#rainbow six x reader #rainbow six siege #rainbow 6 siege #rsix #rainbow six memes #r6 tachanka #R6 bandit #R6 mozzie #R6 Jäger #R6 fuze #r6 kapkan #r6 glaz

[melodygatesauthor]

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.”

Birthday Celebration Masterlist

#kapkan/reader #r6s kapkan #kapkan #kapkan r6s #maxim basuda #maxim basuda x reader #maxim #basuda #maxim basuda x you #kapkan x you #kapkan x reader #rainbow 6 siege #rainbow six seige #rainbow six #rainbow six siege #rainbow six siege fanfiction #r6s fanfiction #r6s x reader #kapkan fluff

[konigsprinzessin]

Spetsnaz as dads

okay, i really like this prompt and i've seen it be done before but i wanted to add my own personal touch to it. i hope you enjoy this! these are also written in head cannon style.

timur glazkov;

he teaches your children about art from a young age, not exactly teaching about colours but rather lighting and shading techniques.

i imagine him to be a helicopter parent (sorry).

i head cannon him having two daughters and maybe one son and they all have his bright blue eyes.

ceo of stranger danger. "don't get in a stranger's car!". goes crazy if his kids' don't answer the phone after one ring.

scolds his children for swearing.

maxim basuda ;

camping trips (he's saving the skinning part until they're a bit older)

your children's first language is russian. english comes second. even if you don't speak russian. he doesn't care.

"your dad's scary. he's a scary man."

such a softie especially when it comes to his daughters but refuses to wear pink and dress up. might play with dolls but if you take a photo of him with the dolls it will be the end of that for a very long, long, long time.

expect moments of children running around with knives. maxim will laugh and then loose his mind when one of them trips (is not harmed)

shuhrat kessikbayev ;

shuhrat is very self conscious of himself as a parent. he worries that he's not raising them right. lot's of self doubt.

your children steal his ushanka especially in the winter.

bedtime stories galore, especially the ones from his childhood.

teaches them that rootbeer is real beer and water is vodka. it's a joke but the school your children attend worry for their safety at home.

"ice is just frozen vodka!" and such.

alexsandr senaviev ;

picks up his kids by the legs and swings them around in a circle or throws them over his shoulder and runs.

in the winter, he'll push them into the snow without winter gear on.

gives the biggest and warmest hugs.

he will spend all evening trying to teach his kids math or science, really anything just to help them better understand the content so they can do well on their exams.

nu pogodi every night before bed and will binge it for hours with your children on the weekend nights.

#r6s doc #r6s x reader #r6s #r6 x reader #rainbow 6 #rainbow six #rainbow six siege x reader #x reader #rainbow6 #rainbow #requests #r6s spetsnaz #glaz x reader #kapkan x reader #fuze x reader #tachanka x reader #timur glazkov #maxim basuda #shuhrat kessikbayev #alexsandr senaviev

[eldritcmor]

OBSERVATIONS

Featuring rainbow operator Blackbeard and Ash, discussing Laswell’s peace offering.

"So what do you think, craig?"

Craig glanced at Eliza from the corner of his eye. "About what, Eliza?"

"About Laswell's little peace offering."

Craig hummed a moment as he watched one of Laswell's operators sprint across the lobby.

"I think, that She's being genuine. At least a little bit."

eliza hummed. "So you dont think three squads is a bit over kill."

"Eliza, do you know how many operators are in Redhammer?"

"Fifteen, roughly. why?"

"Do you know how many are usually in Laswell's Squads?"

"I don't."

"Four to five operators. Laswell is probably trying to balance numbers by sending three of her best squads. Because her Squads run way smaller than Rainbow's."

"Do they not have any kind of support staff?"

"Laswell works closely with those outside her wheel house. Though the PMC squad is new."

"The PMC squad?"

"Yeah, 141 is former SAS and Dante is Former Marines. Sh6 is the odd man out."

"Odd man out in what sense?"

"They don't belong to any branch former or otherwise. They operate on a different level than the other two. They train their own from the ground up. You can leave basic and Join up with them, near immediately."

"That sounds risky."

"Not many make it through their selection though, at least from what I've heard. Even then, you have to pass their version of selection every year just to stay in."

“Sounds like their going for quality over quantity.”

“You would think but I don’t think that’s the whole story.”

“Why would it not be?”

“Their squads, for one. What do you think sh6 does?”

“They seem to be a combat squad, at least from what I’ve seen.”

“They’re not. They’re a medic squad first. Combat second.”

“Didn’t we just watch one of them take out sledge with his own hammer?”

“We did. They also presented a contract to harry for inspection. In case he wanted to hire a squad for rainbow.”

“They hire out on a squad by squad basis? That seems a little off.”

“It gets a little worse. Harry sent out copies to the rest of us. I read through it. Found something a little off putting.”

“Well don’t keep me in suspense. What did you find?”

“There’s a clause in there that in essence translates to if any member of the hired squad betrays the person hiring them. That person has full permission to shoot on sight.”

#cod mw2 #eld writes #storm au #rainbow 6 siege #r6s Blackbeard #r6s ash #call of duty x reader #rainbow six x reader

[smokedetected]

R6S Duolingo and language learning HCs

Stupid fluff/crack hcs for some of the r6s operators, inspired by a recent heated discussion in our research group about everyone’s Duolingo habits (lol).

Warnings/notes: none (unless you’re severely traumatized by the Duolingo owl, though if that’s the case, it’s probably already too late anyways) Slight romance and/or suggestiveness in some.

Sorted alphabetically under the cut—I wrote for everyone that popped into my mind at the time.

Ace: Will totally take the initial placement test for Norwegian, just for that cheap and easy XP-boost that will catapult him to the top of the leaderboard and allow him to flex his high score in front of the others. (Everyone knows what’s going on, but let’s let him have this.) Will be extra motivated should you decide to get the app as well and absolutely swoon over you should you decide to take up Norwegian (he still won’t take it well should you outcompete him on the leaderboard, though, so keep that in mind).

Bandit: Doesn’t really care for the app per se, but is more than happy to help expand your knowledge of German swear words and street slang should you decide to take it up, whether you want it or not. If you’re serious about learning the language, he will do his best to help you in earnest and make an effort to include you in the German banter between the GSG9 member (be careful, though, as he will absolutely take the opportunity to feed you wrong and/or offensive words every now and then so he can have a laugh when you cheerfully insult any of the other German operators, thinking you were merely throwing out some German slang). Will be more encouraged than ever to give you German pet names. He would also take the opportunity to introduce you to his favorite German bands and songs (just stay wary of the meaning of some of the lyrics you will inevitably pick up).

Blitz: This is his home turf—Elias doesn’t need to be convinced to download the app, he already has it (and every other language learning app out there) ready to go on his phone. He finds the questions and problems in Duolingo too easy to really challenge him, but he’ll use it to refresh his memory on grammar and vocabulary during breaks or look into the more exotic languages they offer just for fun. Gets very excited if you are interested in languages, too, and all the more so if the language you want to learn happens to be German! He will send you all kinds of materials and resources to help you study, from news articles to memes. When he sees you practicing using the app, he will come up to you and give you a kiss whenever you get an exercise right.

Doc: Gustave always encourages the people around him to try new things and stay flexible, physically and mentally, so he welcomes it when you introduce him to the app. Other operators might complain about the persistent reminders sent by the app, but Doc actually appreciates them—without them, he would quickly forget about the app again as he’s always caught up with work late into the night. Should you decide to learn French, he will gladly practice with you whenever you have a moment of time throughout the day, remaining patient and encouraging even as you torment him with the exhilarating questions about his name and profession that come with the early stages of learning a new language.

Dokkaebi: Will get super competitive and try to get as many of the other Rainbow members as possible into Duolingo as well. They don’t all have to learn the same language, but there will be an internal competition about who earns the most points every week. Will probably act casually about it, but then log into the app again at the last minute before the leaderboard closes, while her fellow operators are either already asleep or focused on something else and absolutely obliterate them and their scores. If you tell her that you want to learn Korean, she might be a bit surprised at first, but will quickly find it endearing when it becomes apparent that you’re serious about it. She loves it when you text her in Korean whenever you learned something new and will in turn send you Korean proverbs and other tidbits you might fight interesting.

Glaz: Not a huge fan of the app (maybe because he doesn’t think the interface is visually appealing?). Would maybe use it to gain a basic understanding of the language of a country he’s sent to on a mission + any themed lessons that catch his eye. If your native language isn’t English or Russian, he would use the app to check out the basics while he’s away from you, though he would much rather get the explanations directly from you. If you inform him that you’re trying to learn Russian, his heart will melt and he will shower you with sweet words of praise and encouragement to make you feel comfortable enough to speak to him in his native language. Will also buy you a premium subscription when you aren’t looking to make learning even more fun for you.

IQ: Monika is smart and a quick learner - you know it, I know it, it’s literally implied in her codename. Quickly uninstalls the app again because she finds the exercises too easy and doesn’t want to bother wasting time on having to unlock the few lessons she’d actually be interested in. If you or another operator were the ones getting her into the app, however, she’d keep it around just so she can keep doing the weekly challenges with you—she finds it cute when you get all competitive about it and it makes her happy that you want to participate in them with her. Her first reaction to you telling her that you want to learn German would be a blunt “Why?,” as she thinks you might get more use out of other languages. Tell her that you’re doing it for her and she becomes incredibly flustered (all the more so should you decide to call her by one or more German pet name(s)), yet happy at the same time.

Jäger: Marius quickly incorporated the app into his daily routine, usually getting his daily session in during breakfast or dinner. Will regularly remind his GSG9 colleagues to use the app by sharing his milestones to their group chat (*screenshot of perfect 2-week-streak* “Und bei euch so? 😏” (”what about you guys? 😏”) Will be very giddy should you decide to learn German—he’s very eager to practice with you and will constantly point out how certain things are called in German as well as give you additional info and expressions. He’ll probably get ahead of himself and it will be nearly impossible to remember everything he’s telling you, but he doesn’t expect you to and is glad to repeat it.

Kapkan: Hates it. Thinks the interface looks stupid, the sample conversations pointless, and was just about ready to ask Sledge to borrow his hammer to smash his phone and computer because he accidentally consented to receive all the reminders and push notifications and it’s driving him insane. If you’re using the app to learn a language and feel like its helping you, however, he is willing to put up with the eye sore that is the Duolingo owl and the noise pollution coming from the app, just for you (particularly if the language you are trying to learn is Russian—his adoration for your efforts outweighs any negative feelings he may have). If your native language is something different from Russian or English, he would make an effort to learn at least the basics in it when things start to get serious. While he’s a diligent student, he becomes surprisingly shy and easily flustered when attempting to speak to you in your native language, so stay patient and give him lots of encouragement.

Montagne: As his perceived lack of proficiency in foreign languages when compared to some of the other Rainbow operators is something that’s been bothering him on and off for some time, he was very happy and receptive when you introduced him to the app. He uses it to quietly practice by himself during moments of downtime as he goes about his day. I feel like he’d be the type of person to have a 500+ day streak that makes you go “damn! :0″ when you see it on their profile for the first time. Is over the moon when you reveal to him that you’ve been trying to learn some French for him and have nothing but praise for even your most awkward attempts at speaking to him in French. Naturally, he will want to repay the favor and take up your language in return, but it will take some verbal encouragement from you before he overcomes his shyness to actually talk to you in your native language.

Mute: would never resort to cheap exploits like raking in a massive number of points by acing the placement test in his native language (as others are rumored to have done), but would quickly figure out the little tricks, bonuses, and power-ups that allow him to continuously earn the highest score possible while learning. Finds the exercises too easy and doesn’t like how you have to unlock certain topics through progression, rather than being able to freely choose what you’re interested in learning right from the beginning. If your native language isn’t English, he will look for other better resources on it on his own. Even if English isn’t your first language, he doesn’t really see any concrete need for you to improve but will respect your desire to do so by providing you with recommendations for English books and movies, as well as the offer of discussing them with him once you’re done with them.

Smoke: While the gamification aspect does hold some appeal in his eyes, he doesn’t really feel the need to follow the path given by the app—he’s convinced that if you want to learn a new language, it should ideally come naturally to you by actively engaging with source materials in it (read: chemical safety data sheets, scientific papers, and online shitposts). Should his daughter discover her love for Duolingo-based language learning, however, you bet he would download and use the app, if only to keep her happy and connect with her (he would, however, be equally happy if you were to compete with her in the challenges in his stead—in fact, he would only adore you more for doing so). If your native language isn’t English, the first thing he would ask you to teach him are swearwords, if nothing else, so he can annoy his fellow operators even more effectively. If things get serious between the two of you, however, he will be more than eager to learn other things as well from you.

Tachanka: Would use the app to learn a few bits in your language as an icebreaker and to surprise you & show you how much he cares about you. Flirty and straightforward as he is, he would then quickly graduate to asking you for some one-on-one conversation training sessions, offering to teach you basic Russian (or flirting/swearwords, depending on how you roll). Should you decide to learn Russian, he will be all over you whenever you use your newly acquired, meager language skills on him — he will be incredibly happy and proud of you. In fact, he might get a little too excited and unintentionally embarrass you a little by boasting about your “skills” to his fellow Spetsnaz members, putting you on the spot when they subsequently demand a first-hand demonstration. He’s quick to pick up on the naughtiest, most suggestive expressions in your native language and will make good use of them behind closed doors with absolutely zero shame, causing your blood to flow to your face (as well as other places) whenever he does so.

Thatcher: Was most definitely pressured into getting the app by someone else on his team and only begrudgingly agreed to use it under the condition that that person would also set everything up for him. He will quickly get annoyed by it and delete it after Duo keeps counting typos he didn’t bother to correct as mistakes, subsequently providing you with ample opportunity to expand your vocabulary of British swearing. If English isn’t your native language, he would try to learn some phrases from your first language for you. He’s very serious about it and somehow selects rather lyrical source materials for this endeavor—on occasion he sounds like an old-timey gentleman plucked straight from a romance novel, causing a blush to appear on your cheeks every time he talks to you like that.

Thermite: Another one who would probably see Duolingo as a kind of dating app with extra steps. Would repeatedly come to you under the pretense of asking you how certain features of the app work, etc., just so he has an excuse to stay close to you. If you’re in an established relationship, he will ask you for a kiss for every exercise he gets right whenever he’s actually using it to practice. Will make an effort to remember the most random sample phrases to repeat them back to his fellow operators in their native language and think he’s hilarious for doing so. If you’re the type of person that gets discouraged whenever you accidentally miss a day, causing your streak to break (the type of person he is), he will briefly log into your account and do a quick and easy exercise just to keep your streak going when he sees you haven’t logged into the app after you’ve already gone to bed. Will also really work with the random, basic phrases he’s learned in your language so far to impress you or at least make you laugh.

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thank you for reading! <3  these were very fun to do! If you are missing a specific operator, I didn’t spontaneously have a scenario of them pop into my mind, but you are free to request them.

Next post (in a few days) will be less shitpost-y (I hope, lol)~!

#r6s #rainbow 6 siege #rainbow six siege #rainbow 6 #rainbow 6 hcs #rainbow 6 x reader #rainbow 6 headcanons #r6s ace #r6s bandit #r6s blitz #r6s doc #r6s dokkaebi #r6s glaz #r6s iq #r6s jäger #r6s jager #r6s kapkan #r6s montagne #r6s mute #r6s smoke #r6s tachanka #r6s thatcher #r6s thermite

[starliights-shining]

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

Paring: Gilles "Montagne" Touré x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NONE. SFW!!!!!!

“You’re married?” 

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

“I thought everyone knew.” 

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

“Olivier! Did you know Gilles’ married?” 

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

“Yeah, she’s not a big fan of me.” 

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

“What do you mean?” 

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

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

“She works here!!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, so she’s,” 

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

“I don’t wanna hear it, Gilles.” 

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

“Everyone, this is my wife, (Y/N).” 

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

“Duodou, wait.” 

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

“Do you even know what time it is?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“I can make it up to you.” 

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

“You wanna do it now?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You were not overreacting, Duodou.” 

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

“They're looking for you two.” 

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

“Don’t worry. We’re coming back.” 

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

[burnedwriter]

Updated fandom list!!

Resident evil

Genshin impact

Call of duty

Rainbow six siege

More will be added!

This is an updated list of the fandoms i will write for to clear any confusions

The rules are under the #asks

A/n:i will try my best to keep up with the requests since i will be busy with

College

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #rainbow 6 siege x reader #r6 x reader #r6s x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #rainbow six siege x reader #call of duty #genshim impact #genshin smut

[burstinn]

Have you heard of Rainbow 6 siege? The game is dogshit but the lore and characters are really interesting

Haha yeah but no

Someone requested to do hcs about male reader but with body of tachanka or tanchka I think, I searched who he was and it was from the game rainbow 6 seige, that's how I knew abt the game

(To who requested that sorry I'm lazy as fuck)

Never really researched hard abt the game or characters maybe soon or not

#rainbow 6 siege #maybe maybe not #im lazy #Rainbow 6 seige x male reader #HAHAHAHAH

[wfanfic56]

Hello, and have a good day. Would you write a story for R6S Lion x fem reader?

Hello to you too, Anon! I've been in a really bad mood today, but somehow I managed to write it. I made it as angst - sorry about that 😬 So here's your request.

Words | Lion x F!Reader

And there he was sitting and looking in the statues of church. You heard from others that you could only find him in church or at his apartment. They explained that he wants to be alone in silence, that he was fighting with himself.

He heard your heels, and slowly he got tensed, you could see it on his shoulders. "If you wanted to give me a lesson after that mission, I highly recommend to pass me." You sight. You understood why he was like that, after what he been through and what others like Kateb and Mike said after that rough mission, that's why you sat beside him.

"Are you always going to run away from me Olivier?" You asked in calm voice

"You think you can help me, but you don't know what are my problems, I'm trying to be a father to my son, but he doesn't look at me like on a father! He calls another man daddy and...and..." the tears just began flow down his cheeks, his sobs became louder. He grabbed your right hand and squeezed it, he was shaking. "Mon Dieu, qu'ai-je fait?"

You stayed silent, waiting for him to calm down. After a while he calmed down, and he wiped his leftover tears. "Je suis désolé, I didn't mean to make you listen to my problems." he giggled through small sobs. You smiled at him, not because he was made a joke, but because he opened to you.

"May I ask you something Y/N?" you nodded "How are you this calm? After everything people tell you about their problems, after everything they say to you. What have you been through to be this calm?" you decided to hide it this time

"I've been through tough period that I can't forget it. That day, broke me into half. And one part of me, died that day, and it would never be the same." you looked at him and gave him a little smile "But if you want, we could talk about that another day, maybe somewhere in Café."

"Oui, ce serait avec plaisir."

You stood up, wincing on the pain in your lower back that he noticed, but before he could ask you about it, you took his chin with your two fingers and lift it up. His eyes widened "You're a fighter Olivier, just like a lion. You would be a great father, just don't give up on him. He needs to know you care." and with that you left the church while he was looking at you widened eyes, and going through the words that have been engraved in the heart few moments ago.

#rainbow six siege #rainbow 6 siege #olivier flament #olivier lion flament #olivier flament x reader #r6s lion #r6s lion x reader #ask response #anon ask #ask box

[randofics]

OOC Mozzie r6s x reader

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

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

18+ under the cut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#rainbow 6 siege #mozzie #r6siege #r6s fanfic #fanfic #x reader #Mozzie x reader

[melodygatesauthor]

Corpse voice request anon here xD

But yeah just kapkan waking up to like very deep voiced reader and being an absolute simp for reader. If you do write kapkan as a bottom then maybe also have reader break kapkans back iyk

Atta Boy

bottom!Maxim "Kapkan" Basuda X m!Reader

NONNIEEEE This is my FIRST MLM fic EVER so it was very exciting for me to do :) I really hope I did it justice and hope you enjoyed it!

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, m/m, anal, anal fingering, anal creampie, bottom!Kapkan

Word Count: 818

Russian Terms:

Dobroye utro = good morning

Khoroshiy = Good

“Dobroye utro.” Maxim said, stirring against you.

“Mm good morning.” You said, voice deeper than usual in the morning haze.

Maxim’s first motive in the morning was to torture you by rubbing his rear against your hardened cock. You snaked your large hand over his waist and felt his abdomen ripple under your touch. You buried your face into the nape of the hunter’s neck, inhaling his musky scent.

“You’re such a fucking tease Maxim.” You groaned, rutting against him through your boxer-briefs.

“I don’t know what you mean.” He said, playing coy as always.

“You know exactly what I mean.” You said in a low growl.

That got his attention. Maxim was a sucker for your abnormally deep vocals. He turned to face you, eyes dark and full of lust. He was already hard, cock touching your thigh. The smirk over his lips was impossible for him to hide around you. If there was one thing that was true about Maxim, it was that he was good at keeping his composure, except when it came to you.

“Atta boy.” You teased, latching your lips onto his harshly, drawing soft moans from him every time your mouth melted over his.

You started tugging at the waist of his underwear, desperate to feel his cock in your hand. He helped you, pulling them down over his ankles and tossing them to the side of the bed. You took yours off too, keeping your mouth on his the entire time.

“Mm…Max.” You groaned in a deep tone past the hunter’s lips.

Your name sounded like a prayer coming from his mouth when he said it in return. You parted from him, making sure to grab the lube from the nightstand while Max got into position for you. He loved nothing more in the morning than a hot cup of black coffee, and your thick cock lodged deep in his ass.

You stroked your fist over yourself, coating your length in the slick substance. Maxim presented himself to you, face down into the mattress, rear out and ready for you. You climbed onto the bed behind him. With a lubed finger, you pushed past his tight ring of muscle, hearing him whine into the comforter.

“Relax, come on. I know you can do it.” You lulled gently.

His cock was leaking down onto the sheets when you pushed another finger in, scissoring your digits to prep him for your size. When you were sure he was ready, as ready as he could be, you lined your cock up with his hole. You grabbed his hip with one hand before pushing past the threshold, and feeling the warmth envelop your girth.

“Oh, Max…fuck.” You groaned, beginning to thrust into his tight hole.

You put a large hand on the strong back of the hunter, pushing him down as you started thrusting into him harder. Maxim’s tight ring contracted, squeezing over your length and drawing deep, raspy moans from you. You started fucking him faster, more ravenously.

You leaned forward and grabbed his weeping shaft in your firm hand, stroking him to the rhythm of your thrusts. His whimpers got louder as you did, though they were still muffled by the mattress. You looked down at him, his face was turned to the side, reddened from the assault on his rear. He was drooling a dark spot onto the sheets.

“Tell me how that feels.” You urged, knowing it would be difficult for him.

“Khoroshiy,” he muttered, followed by a deep groan.

You continued running your fist over his cock, running down the length and then back to the base. He was so needy, so whiny, and you loved every small sound the strong Russian made at your touch. You started fucking him harder, feeling yourself getting closer to climax. His body slid forward. You brought one hand to his hip, and the other to pull on his dark locks. You leaned forward, and pulled his ear to your mouth.

“I’m gonna fill you up Max, you ready for that?” You said in the deepest, darkest tone you could muster.

“D-da.” He managed to get out.

You kept his hair clenched in your fingers, enjoying seeing the way he was coming unraveled under your grasp. You felt the heat pooling in your lower abdomen, and your cock stiffened with your impending orgasm.

“Here we go, f-fuck.”

Even as you came, your gruff voice remained low. You felt your cock pulsating while you filled Maxim with your hot cum. He moaned, and his body trembled beneath you. When you were sure you were sufficiently spent, you pulled out of him and stepped off the bed.

“That’s my good boy.” You cooed, knowing that underneath him you’d find a cumstained sheet where he’d also found relief. “Now get yourself cleaned up, we have a busy day ahead.”

Melody's Birthday Celebration

Celebration Masterlist

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