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Fates Worse Than Death

A Deimos x f!reader Series

Chapter 1

Word count: 5k

Part: 2

OG A/N: Hey, hi! So, tomorrow is my birthday. And for my birthday I decided to write a hugely self indulgent smutty fic for myself and instead of writing one for cod like I’ve been doing and contributing to an already super saturated fandom I have decided to write it for my r6s fandom, which admittedly keeps looking deader and deader, but I know that if I’m scouring the tags for fics then maybe someone else is too and so I’m gonna share my gift to myself in hopes that someone else who’s desperate for content will find it and be glad it’s there.

Second A/N: Hey! So I decided to make this a series actually. This will stand as chapter 1 💕

Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Listen to me 👁️👁️ I need you to heed the tags. I am going to tag the hell out of this thing and if you don’t read the tags then you’re throwing yourself into a mixed bag of whatever the hell and that’s on you. The tags are there for your benefit. Not mine. You have been warned.

CW: non con elements, dub con elements, interrogation, belt spanking, bondage, unprotected climactic p in v intercourse, oral (f!receiving), abduction, hair pulling, fingering, death, blood, mild game spoilers 🤷‍♀️

This is the point of no return, you click this button and you consent to the content on the other side.

This takes place after Deimos has killed Harry but before Rainbow has captured him, if you give a shit about canon events and timeline. Enjoy 💕

The chilly night wind whipped through the leaves, rattling them noisily and aiding in concealing your stealthy movements. You and three other operatives cut through the wooded terrain like silent wraiths as you sought out the hidden compound due north, said to be home to his lair. The mission was simple, get in, extract Deimos and exfil.

You moved quickly and quietly bringing up the rear of the squad. Rifle locked and loaded, the muzzle pointed out ahead of you, strafing for contact. You heard your squad leader over the comms, gruff and clear as he spoke to your contact back on base.

“Rainbow, this is O1, we are two clicks due south of the compound. ETA 15 for contact, are we a go?”

After a moment of measured silence he got a response. “Rainbow to O1, you’re green lit. Standby for evac.”

O1 came back moments later. “Copy that. Over.” There was an audible cut through the radio before O1 addressed your squad. “Alright, squad. You heard the man. On your toes.” Each of you responded in turn. “O2 copy.” A pause. “O3 copy.” You depressed the button on your headset and responded. “O4 copy.”

Soon after, the four of you crested a hill and fanned out over the top of it, laying eyes upon the brilliant glow cutting through the velvet of night like a knife. O1 came through your ear piece and gave curt instruction. “O2, follow me to the east. O3 and O4 you take west. Stick close to the perimeter, plant the charge and fall back. We detonate on my count and breach simultaneously. Do you understand?”

The three of you responded in unison. “Sir, yes sir.” You saw him motion forward and your group began to move, splitting into your assigned pairs and descending upon the compound. You lost sight of your squad mates in the thick of the trees but kept close to O3 as you neared the far west walls of the hidden base. Just as you made the bottom of the hill there was a panicked cry over the comms from O2. “What the fuck is that? O1 we have a disturbance.” There’s a break in his speech, a long drawn out eerie quiet that unnerves you.

“Sir, we’re not alone! I repeat, not alone.” There was a faint scuffle in the distance and a single gunshot before O1 came over the comms, frantic. “O1 to Rainbow, we’re made! Requesting evac. It’s him.”

You and O3 stopped and turned towards the commotion, unsure of how to proceed. There was a heart stopping, pained scream in the distance and you heard Rainbow call to the pair of you over the comms. “O3, O4, this is Rainbow. Get out of there, you’re compromised. Get to evac. I repeat, Get to evac!”

The pair of you took off in the woods, abandoning mission and headed west towards the evac point. You could feel your heartbeat in your chest and had to focus to calm your breathing. At this point it was about survival as you followed close behind O3 and cut through the woodlands for the helo just eight clicks west.

There’s a flutter in the air, a woosh of displaced air as something whizzes by and you hear O3 ahead of you begin to panic. “Christ it’s him! Run for it, now!” O3 bolts forward and you’re sprinting to catch up but soon he’s lost in the copse of pines and all you have left of him is his panicked yells and heavy breathing over the radio. “O3, where are you? O3!?!” You hear the deafening discharge of a heavy caliber ring out in the still night and it’s too close for comfort.

You veer away from it and towards the evac. Splitting off on your own as the blood of your last remaining squad member drains from the brand new vent hole in his head and begins to quickly cool in the night air. You can hardly hear yourself crash through the woods, boots scaling over rocks and fallen logs as your breath quickens and terror begins to set in.

You miss the whirring of the foreign object the second time around but there’s no mistaking the calm, collected voice in your ear as he hacks through your comms and makes himself known. “There you are. There’s no hiding. Not for you. Not for me.”

Rainbow comes in low and static-y though the comms and you struggle to make him out clearly. “O4 do you… in O4… Get out! I rep-… Deimos is tra-…. On your posit-….” And then everything cuts. Your comms go dark and you’re officially alone, the last of a nearly dead and shattered squad in the dead of night in the thick of the sticks.

Determined not to die in the midst of these pines you beeline for the green blip on your gps. If you could just make it to the helo you’d survive but as you took a final glance at your position a second blip pinged. A dark red skull just twenty meters back. His deathMARK. You felt a lump in your throat as you realized you’d been made and triple timed it, arms pumping at your sides as you tore through the woods in fear. Pure terror coursed through your veins and nipped at your heels, promising death if caught. There was no capture, Deimos wasn’t known for taking prisoners.

You mounted a hill and pushed out between two huge oaks as you practically slid down the other side. You made huge strides, legs driving you towards salvation as you pushed them to the limit in hopes of escape. You were only four clicks out when you tripped, stumbling over something hard and unseen as you crashed ungracefully to the ground and tumbled in the leaf litter. You scrambled to regain your footing, clawing at the earth and struggling to your feet.

You had just made it up when he hit you like a freight train, violently tackling you and knocking you on your back. The pair of you rolled in the foliage, tumbling over one another in the night and sprawling apart as you came to a jolting stop.

This was it, it was fight or die so you grabbed for the push daggers secured to the straps of your tac vest and faced your adversary. He came up ready to fight, charging forward and lunging for you. You drove forward with a fist, spearheaded leathily by the edge of the knife and swung out to bite at his throat. He pulled back and you sliced through air instead, he followed through with an arm on your elbow and brought your arm down over one thick thigh, breaking your hold and successfully disarming you.

With one knife left you pushed back at his chest and swung forward to attack, hoping to aggressively close the distance and quickly end him but he grabbed your arm with his strong gloved hands and twisted it around until your back was socketed into his chest. He pulled on your limb and brought it down hard over his knee, breaking your hold for a second time and disarming you completely.

You struggled out of his grip and tried to make a break for it, a last ditch effort to stay alive and bolt but he caught a grip on your ankle and you once more went sprawling to the ground, ass over teapot. When you turned around to face death you caught sight of his ballistic mask towering over you, he held the magnum in a tight grip in his right hand and you knew it was over. At least you’d die with your squad, knowing you’d done your best and been outplayed.

But instead of staring down the unblinking black eye that was the bore of his barrel you felt the butt of the .44 Vendetta crash down on your temple before the night stole over you and blocked out all thought.

It wasn’t til much later that you awoke, sluggish, confused and in tremendous pain. The room was bright but cold and when you tried to alleviate the pain in your head by bringing your hand up to soothe it you realized you were bound and secured to some kind of padded platform. Your arms were stretched out and down in front of you, bound together by something strong and without give. Your legs were similarly bound but tucked up beneath you on the padded bench. It was then you realized you were also naked from the waist down. Your chest was covered but had been stripped of your tac gear and uniform and replaced with a stark white tee, your bra was also missing.

You weren’t blindfolded or gagged but when you tried to whip your head around you found it hard to maneuver, only about five degrees of field of view to see on either side and all you could see of that was dingy white tile from floor to ceiling. You struggled in your bonds but stopped as you heard the slow, methodical blows of his boots on the concrete steadily drawing nearer. You stiffened and tried not to think about the view he no doubt was privy to from this angle. He broke the silence first.

“Well she’s finally awake. Don’t struggle, the knots won’t give, I tied them myself.” He sounds smug and confident as he strides up behind you, voice low and clear, not quite deep but thoroughly resolute, the draw of a southern twang peeking out subtly but sophisticated. The venom in you begins to well up in your throat, your teeth grit and body tensing as your anger builds and your hate gestates.

You let loose on him, anger burning a hole in your chest as you feel robbed of your rightful death, you shouldn’t be here still breathing, you should be dead in the woods with your squad, not tied up and captured like some kind of prized war spoil. “Fuck you! Kill me, you bastard!” He let himself come into view, circling around you with his arms clasped behind his back. He was still fully clad in his black tac gear and ballistic helmet, the dark, obsidian lenses of his eyes gleamed deviously in the fluorescent light.

“Can’t get information out of you if you’re dead, now can we?” You ground your teeth in your skull, body trembling in half fear, half seething rage. “You won’t get a damn word out of me, motherfucker! You’ll have to kill me, I won’t talk!”

His head tilted slightly as he tisked, chiding you calmly. “Such a nasty mouth.” He disappeared from view, the dark drape of his cape flowing out behind him, returning to his position behind you as you heard a rustle and the soft tink of metal on metal as he lifted something off of a table. “My godfather was a stern but loving man. He taught me at an early age about duty and responsibility. About discipline and respect. I loved and respected him dearly but as all boys are, I had a tendency to be rowdy and disrespectful at times. He taught me these values with a firm and unyielding hand. Something I think you could use a good helping of.”

You heard the crack of the belt as he brought the two looped ends taut in his hands and immediately stiffened, the hairs on the back of your neck standing straight up. “You’re going to tell me everything I want to know, including the details of your mission, the intel you received and who you received it from along with the coordinates of the Rainbow base.” He stopped and waited for your response, you sat still and silent, mentally preparing yourself for the coming onslaught.

“Nothing to share?” You shifted in place but spat out at him, tongue in cheek. “Fuck you.” Shortly after you felt the first lick of the belt as it cut through the air and cracked across your bare ass, making you jump and yelp. It may have been a far cry from conventional interrogation methods but it was still painful and humiliating. You heard the leather slide in his fist before you felt the second blow, just parallel to the first, aimed and executed with precision to land just beside it on the same cheek. “Fuck!”

He hummed contently. “Tell me what your mission objective was.” He languidly paced behind you as he waited for your answer, when none came he brought the belt down on the other cheek twice in rapid succession, giving you no time to recover. You tried shifting away from the blows but had about a half an inch of clearance for wiggle room, there was no evading it.

He kept it up, pausing and then attacking ruthlessly, periodically stopping before doling it out again, fat, opaque lines began to criss cross on the smooth surface, marking his progress. He questioned you again and you held silent, preferring to suffer through the consequences rather than give in and endanger an entire base of your colleagues for the quicker respite of death. He’d kill you in time either way, it was better to hold out and die honorably than relent for a swifter end.

“You’re resilient, tough little spit fire, I’ll give you that. But you should know your silence has consequences.”

You sneered at him where he couldn’t see. “I don’t give a fuck about me. Beat me, torture me, cut my toes off one by one, I don’t care. You’ll kill me when you figure out I’ve got nothing to say to you and I will die honorably.”

He laughs and it makes a sliver of uncertainty worm through you. “I’m not going to kill you, sweetheart.” The pet name makes you queasy but his response only confuses you. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“When our little talk ends, the door closes. If you don’t tell me what I wanna know by the time we’re through here your life as you know it ceases to exist.”

“I already told you to just go ahead and kill me. I’ll die before I tell you anything that would put Rainbow at risk.” Instead of punching you in the ribs or breaking a finger he just leaned in til you could feel the warmth of his chest settle over the top of your bare ass and it felt much more sinister than any strike or blow.

“Oh sweetheart, there are fates much worse than death.” You still don’t quite understand and he senses you struggling to grasp the full scope of the threat so he takes a break from the spanking and explains it to you in full detail.

You hear him set the belt down on something before you feel his gloved hands caressing your ass, running the covered fingertips over his handiwork and down the swell of your cheeks before dipping lower and skimming the slit of your sex. His fingers come away slick and he smirks behind the mask where you can’t see.

“If you don’t tell me what I want to hear then I’m going to take these-“ You hear a jingle from behind you and know they’re your dog tags, probably scalped from your neck as he undressed you no doubt. “-and I’m going to throw them out in the woods with your dead squad mates. They’ll think one of two things. Either you died out there like a good soldier and some animal, pack of coyotes perhaps, carted your body away or, I finally caught up with you, gave you an ultimatum, and you sold them out from under the rug. Either way they’ll come to the conclusion that you’re beyond saving and they’ll bury you in an empty casket and move on.”

You felt it all coming to a head and the audacity of it came to be too much. “You’re wrong! They’ll never stop looking for me! You think they’ll give up so easily! They won’t stop until they find me! Ohhhh and they will find me! You are so fucked! You are sooo-“

The crack of the belt against your ass cut off your angry rant, the words dying in a pained yelp as he brought the leather down on your ass in an angry torrent. SMACK. SMACK. SMACKSMACKSMACK.

You clenched against the pain, trying to curl up on yourself but of course it was no use, you could only sit and take it. When the onslaught ended he continued.

“You didn’t let me finish. Either way… no one is going to come looking for you. And I think I’m starting to like you so instead of killing you, like you’re dying to have me do-“ You feel the return of his fingers, the cool leather of his glove soothing against the heated stinging welts already swelling on your cheeks. Then they glided down and you felt his fingers spread your lips and when he spoke this time he sounded different somehow, louder and clearer.

“-I’m going to keep you all to myself. I’ll house you, clean you, feed you. During the day I’ll keep you tied up in here, my own sweet little stress relief, make the walls of this room echo with screams of a different caliber for a change.”

It wasn’t until you felt the flat of his tongue glide up the length of your sex that you realized why he sounded so much clearer, he’d taken his mask off and now he was casually eating your pussy, tongue dipping in between his fingers spreading you apart so gently, a stark contrast from the harsh belt treatment he’d been afflicting upon you moments before.

He hummed into your pussy and you squirmed against the heat of him, simultaneously freaking out yet undeniably turned on as his tongue probed you and his hands caressed the cheeks of your ass. He pulled away and you weren’t sure if it was a sigh of relief or a whine of protest that built a home in your throat, kept at bay only by the last mustering of your will.

“So sweet. When I was a boy growing up in Birmingham, I used to play in the sugar cane fields for hours. Me and my friends would cut away stalks from the edges of the field for a taste. You taste just like that, fresh cut sugar cane.” You shuddered in his hold and told yourself it was all psychological warfare, it changed nothing. When he had the information he seeked he would cut you down just like he did all the rest.

You felt him step away from behind you and come up to your side, his hands trailing like fire along the length of your body as he did so. He reached under the platform you were tied to and suddenly your arms pulled forward in front of you, forcing your chest to pull forward and press against the bench. Your ass raised up high and unshielded as you felt the collective wetness of his saliva and your slick coating your lips, chilly exposed like this, but it doesn’t take long before he’s resumed the position and you feel his hot breath fanning against it, rewarming his meal.

“We’re gonna have a lot fun, sugar cane.”

“So.” Lick. “Much.” Lick. “Fun.” Lick.

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped, at this new angle he had access to the fulty of you and his tongue dipped down and swiped at your clit on the last lick making you momentarily lose yourself in the white hot pleasure of it. “Fuck!”

“I intend to.” You don’t grasp until much later the meaning of that, lost to the way he eats you so slow and sensual. He chuckles behind you and you know now, without a shadow of a doubt, that he intends to keep true to his word because he’s stopped questioning you, stopped beating you, just content to sample his new toy. Your life is over, because you won’t give up Rainbow and you won’t tell him a goddamn thing and your stubborn honor has damned you in a way that was worse than death and now you’ll spend the rest of your days keeping his cock warm until you’ve gone insane from it.

Taking his time and savoring the taste of you on his tongue, you feel the first press of his padded fingers prodding your entrance. Gently pushing forward til he was in just up to the first knuckle, sawing them in and out slowly and twisting them in your heat as his tongue stayed latched to your clit, suckling it.

“Deimos!” He rewarded you with an open mouthed kiss to your clit as he pushed his gloved fingers further into your depths, exploring them as your back arched nice and pretty for him as far as your binds would allow.

He pulled his tongue away to your dismay but kept his fingers buried in you, stilling their movement but curling them inside you to press teasingly against your sweet spot. “Got some new insights for me, sugar cane?”

Your lips were sealed shut as far as that was concerned but your resolve was waning, you recognized the point of no return you were quickly approaching and despite the horrible implications of your future, there were just too many good men and women with their lives on the line for you to justify the alternative.

So you shifted shamelessly to push back on his fingers, eyes squeezing shut as you tried to focus on the pleasure and not the humiliating position you were quickly failing to resist against. He recognized the move as you made it and gave you what was to be his last warning.

“Let me put it in no uncertain terms for you. When I come right in here-“ He flexed his fingers inside you to demonstrate his point, eliciting a high whine from you. “-your time is up. You can sing all you want but past that point you’re no longer your own woman. You’re mine, do you understand?”

You didn’t even consider your freedom for the briefest of seconds, just nodded solemnly as you accepted his terms, though little they mattered. Although he’d seen your nod it mustn’t have been good enough as you felt the all too familiar crack of the leather, jolting you from your thoughts and bringing you back to the present. You clenched down on his fingers, eyes rolling in their sockets at the euphoric sensation.

“I need a verbal answer.” Your grit your teeth for not the first and certainly not the last time dealing with him. “Screw you!”

He laughed, it was easy and carefree. “All in good time, sweetheart. I’m gonna enjoy my meal first.” With that he seemed to be done speaking, leaving you to stew over a decision you’d already made and ruminate in the consequences of it. He dove eagerly back into the heat of your sex, plunging his fingers enthusiastically in and out of your pussy while his tongue lapped at the juices that seeped out around them.

He watched as your toes curled in on themselves, mouth dropping open where he couldn’t see and expelling breath in a silent moan. He proved to be skillful in a manner of ways and this seemed to be no exception to the rule, making light work of bringing your pleasure to a head and threatening to throw you over the edge quicker than you’d like to admit.

You fought for control of your body but it was a battle you were unavoidably losing as he pulled his fingers free and replaced them with his tongue, pushing it deep into you and occupying his hands by rubbing circles over your clit with his thumb. It was a devastating sensation that pulled your muscles taut, your head raised up off the padding and tipped back as far as your restraints would allow as you suddenly came violently.

He spurred it on, lapping at your sopping wet slit and never ceasing the movements of his thumb, making you shake and really test the strength of your ties. He drove you through your orgasm, not even slowing as you began to plead with him to stop, it was too much. When you thought you’d tumble head first into a second one he finally relented, leaving you gasping and panting as you vaguely heard him shucking his pants behind you.

You felt something hard and blunt at your entrance as he slid his cock up to you and rifled it up and down your slit, wetting the tip and enjoying the light springy jump that coursed through you every time his head hit your clit.

“Last chance, sweetheart. As much as I’d hate to lose your company, you’re running out of chances to secure your freedom.” You could hardly focus on his words, still caught between struggling to catch up from your first mind blowing orgasm and steeling yourself against the promise of a second one if the way your pussy was trying and failing to catch his tip and suck it in was any indicator.

He lined himself up and pushed forward, causing you both to moan out together as he stretched you open on his girth. “Fuck me, you are sweet.” He slid home, hips pushing flush with yours as you adjusted to the way he seemed to fill you out perfectly. Your head dipped as he began a steady, unrushed rhythm, slapping his hips to yours every time he drove it home.

You had stopped breathing since he’d entered you and suddenly took one huge sucking breath in, filling your lungs just to immediately expel it as a broken but pleasured moan. He growled behind you and you could feel it vibrate through you in a whole new sensation, overloading your senses, coursing white and blinding in its intensity.

“Please!” You had no idea what you were begging for but it just felt so right, losing your sense of self, reduced to nothing more than nerve endings. He reached forward and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling back and taking out the slack as your back arched to accommodate his hold.

“Oh god!” You could hardly imagine how you must look, head cocked back and slack-jawed as he split you open from behind. Each thrust was precise and calculated, wringing you for every last drop of pleasure until your mind went blank and your whole being submitted to the fucking.

He leaned forward, breath hot and heavy right behind your ear as he spoke and he must’ve known you were a goner because instead of trying to extract information he just spoke of the future. All the ways he’d bend you to his will, how he’d break you and build you back better in his image.

“It’s truly a shame we met under these circumstances. Under a different light I’d have enjoyed training you, honing your skills instead of wasting all this potential such as it is. Under me you’d have made an unstoppable operator. Now you’ll never see combat again.”

For some reason this truth had only now dawned on you, some deep part of your brain had held out hope of escape or retaliation or vengeance but cock drunk beneath him you knew it was hopeless, he was absolutely right and you were ultimately fucked.

As if he’d been holding back he renewed his vigor and began to pound into you from behind with abandon. Your mouth was dry and your knees were screeching at you from below, despite the padding, but all you could focus on was the pool of pleasure building heavy in your gut. There was no turning back from this, your mind screamed for you to do something but any other thoughts were beyond you and so you expelled them with the rest and took your fate as it sealed, securing a chokehold around your throat and brought you to heel.

You came around his cock, the second world shattering orgasm of the evening and much more all encompassing in its magnitude. You were certain you felt your heart stop, lungs burning for air as you clenched down around him. Seconds later he followed, coming with a half moan, half growl as you squeezed him for all he was worth. White hot spend filled you from the inside out and it was as blissful as it was damning.

The game was up, you were his. You stayed like that, riding the bliss and eyeing up the defeat that swelled up to take its place as it faded. He pulled out of you slowly and you felt his seed drip from you, slide down your thighs and puddle on the bench below you. You hardly heard him as he cleaned himself up and redressed. There was a click as the door to the room opened for the first time you were aware to hear it and two men stepped into the room.

There was a moment of nothing before you felt two firm hands wrap themselves around your arms and loosen your binds. They held you up til the tips of your feet hardly grazed the cool concrete floor and stationed on either side of you, held you up for inspection. You lifted your head to see him standing before you, dog tags dangling from one fist and the belt folded over on itself held tight in the other.

“I can’t say I’m disappointed in you, soldier. You stood your ground and that commands immense bravery. But you knew the rules and now you’ll reap what you’ve sown. You mustered up enough strength to gather saliva in between your lips and spit at his face. It didn’t quite make it and landed at his feet but you could hear a smile in his voice as he commanded the men at your side to carry you up to his quarters. He’d be seeing you again very soon.

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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A Little Disappointed

Deimos X f!Reader

Requested by Anon

Disclaimer: I've never written Deimos before (hope I wrote him well!) Additionally, this story contains EXTREMELY dubious-consent and themes of non-con (emphasis on the NON-con). Please do not read if you are under 18 or are sensitive to these kinds of topics, please and thank you.

Summary: You are a Rainbow Six Operator and you have been captured by Deimos. He tries to intimidate you with his usual methods, but when he can see that isn't working, he tries something different.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, dub/non-con, reader is smol, Deimos isn't nice (duh), rough sex, interrogation, clothed male/naked female, a little dacryphilia if you squint

Word Count: 1.6k

Seriously if you read beyond this point and don't like the content then that's on you. Final warning.

You wriggled in your seat, trying desperately to free yourself from the ties that held you in place. Taking in your surroundings, you could see that you were in a small room, with a fluorescent light above your head, and only one door on the far end of the room. There was a chair in front of you. It was at that moment you realized that you were naked.

When the door opened, you jumped. A masked man stalked forward. He was tall and frightening…intimidating enough to make your heart stop. You gulped, wishing that you’d stayed on base like your superior officer told you to. The man sat across from you casually, leaning back and legs spread out.

“Where am I?”

“Now, now, that’s classified. But I was thinking, before I came in here, about how I wanted to get the information out of you that I need.” He leaned forward. You could see your reflection in the eyes of the mask. “You’re a good lookin’ girl, no need to harm that pretty face. How about you tell me where the Rainbow Six base is, and I’ll let you walk out of here free and clear? Hm?”

You furrowed your brow. You had friends in Rainbow. You had people counting on you to keep your mouth shut. There was no way you were just going to give up that information willingly. If it came down to it, you were better off dead than giving up your squadmates.

“Just kill me, I’m not going to tell you anything.”

You were trying to keep yourself from crying. You were a soldier, how embarrassing would it be to cry in front of your enemy? You couldn’t deny the terror building inside of you though.

“Yeah, thought you might say that.”

He stood up. His height alone was enough to send a chill down your spine as he stepped forward and knelt in front of you on one knee.

You couldn’t tell if he was looking you in the eyes, or looking at your body. You felt a warm trickling tear fall down your cheek. Damn it, you thought.

“Yeah, now that’s a good look for you sweetheart. Go ahead and cry it out.”

“I’m not telling you anything!” You said, venom laced in your tone.

Once again you tried to wriggle free, but your hands were bound together and your feet were tied to the chair tightly. You weren’t going anywhere unless he let you go.

“Well, I have to say I’m a little disappointed you’re not going to give up the information to me so willingly.” He stood up again. You felt so small in comparison to him. He cupped your breast in his gloved hand, “perhaps you’d like to make it up to me somehow?”

“You’re disgusting.” You said as he brushed over your nipple with his thumb.

Your body deceived your mind though. His touch felt good. You looked away from him, embarrassed that you felt that way. It wasn’t like you saw much…action being in the Rainbow base all the time. You didn’t want to admit that you were…sort of into the idea of a big guy like him having his way with you.

“Heh, looks like maybe you would like to make it up to me, huh?”

Another tear fell down your face, and you wished you could wipe it away.

“You call me disgusting and yet…” He brought his fingers down to the wet pool formed on the wooden chair underneath you. He collected some of the juices you’d expelled there and brought them to your lips. “You’re so wet.”

He ran his soaked and gloved fingers over your bottom lip.

“C’mon sweetheart, open up.” You begrudgingly obeyed, fearful of what he may do if you didn’t.

The taste of leather combined with your own juices filled your mouth. You felt tears continuing down your cheeks, though you weren’t necessarily in distress, you were still frightened.

“If you’re good for me, I might even make sure you enjoy yourself.” He pulled his fingers free from your lips.

In a swift motion he pulled out his knife and snapped the ties off your feet, though your hands still remained bound to each other. You didn’t move though. You weren’t sure where you would go even if you did make a run for it. There was no telling where you were being held, and if there were others waiting to catch you or kill you just beyond the door. Not to mention, you could see the revolver resting on his hip, just waiting for a target to fire at.

“You’re smart, I like that.” He chuckled, “Now, I want you to get up and kneel on the chair, keep your back to me honey.”

“No.” You shook your head. “No I won’t.”

He sighed heavily, “I’m not going to be nice if I have to repeat myself. Come on.”

You sensed the truth in his words and decided to stand and turn. You got on the chair again, one leg at a time and let your breasts hang over the back of it. One of his hands, now gloveless, rubbed your asscheek, placing small taps on it as though he were testing its resistance.

“You know when I found you, I thought to myself, ‘there’s no way this girl is actually a Rainbow Six Operator, she’s far too pretty to work for someone like that.’ But…here you are.”

You heard the clanking of what you assumed was him removing his belt. He tossed it on the floor, confirming your suspicions. You gulped.

“I-I didn’t know you guys did stuff like this during your interrogations.” You said, somehow hoping that it would make him stop.

You felt the head of his cock as he ran it up and down over your folds, coating it in your wet slick.

“We don’t…but I didn’t know Rainbow had girls there that look like you either. Just relax, it’ll be over soon.” He grunted, pushing himself into you.

He was big…bigger than you were expecting and you gasped. You were glad he was holding your hips in place, otherwise you would’ve tipped forward face-first in the chair. He reached an arm around your small waist and found your clit with one of his rough fingers.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m not cruel. I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself.” He cooed, circling around your swollen nub, made slick by your wet cunt.

You moaned, hating yourself for it, but it felt so good. You felt your walls flutter around his girth while he slid into you. His pace was even, strong, and relentless. You whined into the concrete room, feeling nothing but waves of numbness washing over your body. As more tears fell down your cheeks, you damned yourself for making audible sobbing sounds.

“That’s it, cry for me pretty girl, I like the way you sound.” He said in a gruff tone.

“You’re…mm…you’re disgusting.” You said to him once again.

He chuckled, “and yet I make you so fucking wet, what’s that say about you?”

His finger continued teasing your clit while his length was driving into you harshly. He made you feel so full from wall to wall you could hardly stand it. You shouldn’t have been enjoying yourself, you should’ve been screaming, kicking, and fighting, but you weren’t. In fact, you hadn’t even tried to put up a fight. Were you so desperate that you were ok with something like this? Maybe he was right…maybe you were just as disgusting as he was.

“Mm, I can feel your tight little pussy clenching around me…you getting close there sweetheart? You gonna come for me?” He asked, never slowing his rhythm.

“N-never.” You said, which you knew was a downright lie. There was no way you could stop your impending orgasm, it felt too good.

You let out a loud moan into the room, you could hardly contain it anymore no matter how much you didn’t want him to have the satisfaction. You were trying so hard to stop yourself, so hard to stop the feeling that pooled in your abdomen at his touch. It was there, building, getting stronger with every thrust of his powerful cock.

“F-fuck I’m gonna…oh…I’m gonna…”

“Do it, come on, just let it out for me.” He urged, circling his fingers faster.

No matter how badly you didn’t want to, your cunt started contracting over his girth while you screamed out in your climax. You felt him too, his hips stuttering as he filled you with his hot ropes of cum. The sound was wet and messy as he kept fucking you even after filling you up. Finally, his movements ceased, and he pulled out of you with a groan.

“There you go…not bad.” He said.

He grabbed his belt off the floor and replaced it around his pants. While he did that, you turned back over and sat in your chair. His cum was seeping out of you, coating your thighs and rear. He sat down in the chair across from you again. Even with the mask, you could tell he was amused.

“Heh, you know, I should kill you, but where’s the fun in that? Maybe I’ll just keep you instead.”

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rekas-writes · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 1: Claiming

Pair: James “Smoke” Porter/GN! Reader Source: Rainbow Six Siege

Type: One-shot - 1485 words Genre: Non-graphic Smut/18+ Perspective: Second-Person (You/Your)

Summary: Separated from your team during training, you find yourself cornered by the ruthless Smoke. Only, he seems very intrigued by your precarious position stuck between him and a brick wall (Set before his move to Nighthaven!)

TW: Steamy but no actual sex, just a lot of grinding, making out and biting. There’s a few swear words and he lovingly calls you a whore. As always, this is 18+ only!

A/N: I feel like I’ve been neglecting the other categories of my blog so I’ll be doing my best to touch every base haha. I made Smoke kinda mean + I kinda ran rogue with this and forgot the word counter- Enjoy!

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Nothing could’ve prepared you for your impending fate when simulated rubble blocked your path. Your breath hitches as you call to your team, reassuring them that you’d make your way back to them somehow. Ash nods an affirmative but there’s a concerned look that crosses your close friend’s face… But there’s not much you can do with the amount of bits and pieces in the way.

Quick and eager to regroup due to your nervousness on your own, you cautiously clear your way through some rooms, prepared to fight at any moment. You end up in a rather quiet area, far from the objective as you try and make your way back to your squad. There’s a certain looseness, feeling confident that most of them were at the firefight; covered in powder and aching from plastic blanks.

Though, it would seem you were rather too loose and didn’t look too closely at one corner as you felt the harness of your uniform get grabbed harshly- knocking you off kilter. The surprise left you open and easy to defend against, and much harder for you to fight back. You stumble and flail, cursing your lack of flashbangs while trying to shove your gun behind you to hit your attacker better than shooting blindly and possibly hitting yourself with the spray. There’s a pained grunt signifying success before you yelp, hand flexing at the twist of your wrist before you hear your weapon clatter uselessly to the ground. You’re spun- back shoved against the unyielding wall and your hands pinned in an iron grip above your reeling head. Determined, you struggle again but nothing gives in enough for you to break free, especially with your entire lower body trapped, making you sigh, ready to announce an embarrassing surrender before you hear a familiar chuckle,

“Nice try, love,” you can hear the smile in a certain chemist’s rough voice as he leans in close, his free hand unmasking himself to help calm you down from your adrenaline- showing himself as a vulnerable friendly rather than a pretend-enemy, “Pay more attention next time. Don’t let your guard down; no matter how quiet it is there could always be someone lurkin',” Smoke chides sternly, “Your real enemy ain't gonna hold you close like this either, and they certainly won’t be as drop-dead handsome,” he breaks into a grin, already dismissing the scolding tone in his naturally husky voice and you roll your eyes, almost so hard they strain.

Though, you are grateful for him taking it slightly easy on you, he could’ve just shot and tagged you out of the round. Plus, it was a good lesson better served here than in real battle. You were so close to being a proper operator, this simulated training match with and against proper, experienced operators being used to provide more realistic combat/ on the field experience as well as acting as a final test of sorts for each recruit on the cusp of being an official Rainbow Six Operator. It was a high honour you wanted more than anything with how much you dedicated to this path.

A large part of you felt so disappointed at being caught out so soon however, even if it was by your boyfriend, but it was soon replaced by a surprised gasp and hiss. He’d bitten your damn neck! James gives you a cheeky smile with a not so innocent tilt of his head, “Sorry,” he really wasn’t sorry. His hands wrapped around your wrists loosen, a quiet way to let you go if you wanted. You stay put, coy as you rub a thigh between his legs- pleased at the noise you pulled from his lips. There’s a glint in the SAS officer's eyes as he holds you firmly, biting again with a slight bit more force in rebuttal, making you whine and squirm in his grasp, “You just look so good in your new uniform, sweetheart,” he purrs lowly, the deep, more seductive tone replacing his playful one making you squirm a little more at the warmth that simmered beneath your skin.

You’d received your very own specialised uniform a few days before the skirmish, and you’d be a fool if you didn’t notice the way Smoke stared at the way you filled out the new gear. It was rather tight in certain areas, leaving little to the imagination, and he’d taken great notice given the way he squeezed your thigh with his free hand- appreciating the raw strength and muscle you’d built over your training, “And with the way you’re pinned and moaning so nicely for me… I don’t think I can resist claiming you,” he almost growls, and you have to stop yourself from so eagerly nodding your head,

“You want that, huh? Make you mine right here, right now? Want the others to hear you be a whore for me during training?” and you’re pleading with the way you grind so adorably against the thigh he so kindly shoved between your legs. His ego is instantly inflated at how needy you were for him already, biting his bottom lip as the edges of his lips turn up into a cruel smirk, “Or do you want me to leave you here? You look desperate enough to let anyone try to satisfy you,” he laughs under his breath at how quickly you shake your head, making barely quiet, little noises of protest- your mind still well aware of the danger of someone walking in, “Ah, ah, use your words, sweetheart,” he tutts with feign-disappointment,

“N-No! Mmn, ah, no, o-only you, p-please... Oh...! Only you c-can,” you cry and plead, rewarded generously with a hard yet sweet kiss and more appreciative squeezes and grabs to your form as you rock back and forth on his thigh. Smoke's hand strokes your inner thigh, so close yet so far from where you wanted him, your needy hips grinding the best you can against the sweet relief he offered so graciously. You don’t have it in you to argue with where his hand is, not when he had taken control of your mouth already- tongue curling expertly against yours. He tilts his head, letting every whine and moan fall into his own experienced lips. When he finally parts, there’s a string still connecting you and your eyes are half-lidded and hazy with desire. You crave more, need more with all your heart and soul. It isn’t enough, but you know you shouldn’t keep going if you want to keep your dignity.

Smoke bites a little harder when his lips trail from your own pair back to your already reddened neck, licking soothingly over the abused flesh. He kisses trail after trail to different spots, sucking and biting at each new patch of heated skin. You swear you almost hear a "mine" muttered under his breath at every angry, red mark. Each feeling of his teeth against your very pulse, of his warm tongue laving against every loving, deliciously sore bruise, of his soft lips against every inch of his canvas made you keen and arch into his embrace- dizzy with growing thirst and need. His insistent, thorough ritual of making sure every visible piece of you was noticeably his made your legs jelly and the throbbing between your legs intense. Yet relief was seldom as you could only sob at the lack of direct friction and touch.

Your mind was fuzzy; positively lost in your own yearning and his grip as the chemist’s hands travelled and grasped every sensitive, erogenous zone of your body- harsh enough to surely form bruises beneath your uniform. Your wrists kept themselves against the wall, unwilling to move and displease your boyfriend as he rewarded you with such pleasurable pain. James pulls back, a proud smile on his lips as he admires his handiwork: Your heaving chest as you panted through swollen lips. Your exposed neck littered with his hickeys with tired, red wrists hanging uselessly above you. Your unfocused, lust-clouded eyes and make-out-ruffled uniform ties the whole masterpiece together for him. His wonderful masterpiece.

You blink, disorientated and breath very much stolen as he simply straightens himself out- a simple brush of his hand fixing up his assault vest that was only slightly askew. The innocent, confused frown on your face at his departure makes him chuckle, smirking,

“I do believe we have a straggler left untagged in this round,” he reminds you of your current training with a wink, granting you a second chance at the fight, before leaning in once more and whispering into your ear, “If I were them, I wouldn’t let myself get caught,” Smoke flashes you a wolfish smile when he faces you fully once more, before clasping his mask back over his flushed face. It almost feels like he’s warning you about himself, more so than his teammates. You attempt to lean up slowly from the wall as you try and recollect your bearings, until you start hearing rogue footsteps nearing you rather quickly. Shit.

You take off with a wobbly sprint, shaky legs and clumsy feet trying to find purchase on the cement as you scramble off. James has to stop himself from laughing at the very awkward dash as he grabs and adjusts his weapon to make it look less like he just let you go. His other hand rests on an obstacle in front of him as he looks in the direction you’d fled, panting softly to feign catching his breath. Thank the gods for his baggy uniform pants, he was unbelievably hard after that.

It didn’t matter. He was going to catch you tonight, no matter where you ran. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#rainbow six siege #rainbow six siege x reader #r6s x reader #rainbow six x reader #smoke x reader #x gender neutral reader #r6s smoke x reader #r6s smoke #james porter #reader insert #x gn reader #x ftm reader #x male reader #x trans male reader #smut #nsft #kinktober 2022

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tauruscookie · 6 months

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Day 1: The starter of a wonderful siege-o-ween event! 🥹🥹This fic was made possible thanks to the MoDs working at @dualrainbow . Thank you for giving me the chance to participate once again! And a huge thanks to my beta reader @r6shippingdelivery

Prompt: "Is this costume too revealing?"

2k words, Mute/Vigil smut

#rainbow6 #r6community #rainbowsixsiege #rainbow6siege #r6 #siege o ween #DualRainbow event #fanfic #smut

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burnedwriter · 1 year

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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

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kryptonian-puppy · 1 year

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Keep The Wolves Away (Rewrite) has been updated with not one, but two chapters, in honour of the pieces of shit who suffer from loseritis and can’t read 😔 Get well soon bitches

#rainbow six siege #rainbow six #lmao #r6s #keep the wolves away #you know I’m #something of a shithead myself #enjoy the deep dive into crows broke ass brain and some smut as a treat #also #why when I search for rainbow six gifs nothing shows up???#I gotta make my own from my clips #and I only have a few good ones #the rest are me getting shit on

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r6shippingdelivery · 2 years

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WIP day

Tagged by @rejected-beater, thank you! 💜

Working VERY SLOWLY on a couple things. so you get two teasers:

Last chapter of Chemical Delirium

Mira took a long gulp of her drink before asking, "So! How was your meeting with Six?"

"Same as always, short." Ash shrugged, leaving the bag of snacks on the table. "Did Sam give y'all a hard time?"

It was cute how she picked up some of Thermite's mannerisms. Mira knew they were close, so it made sense, but it was still shocking to hear miss formal & professional use y'all. She sat on the corner of the table, taking care to not crush or kick out of the way anything important.

"You know how he is," Mira said. She shifted, trying to find a comfortable position, and the flat wood pressed against her pussy lips, making her gasp. Good lord, what was wrong with her?

Ash nodded in agreement, absentmindedly patting her leg before she started telling Mira about the plans Six was already making for the next Invitational. Yet Mira couldn't concentrate on it. The brief contact of Ash's hand on her left a searing imprint in her mind. She didn't even have to concentrate much to feel a tingling on his skin, right on the same spot Ash touched, which felt oddly nice. Imagining how that would have felt just slightly higher, on her inner thigh, made Mira so wet that she was sure her panties were drenched.

WIP for the language event at DualRainbow

El ambiente en su pequeña cabina compartida era gélido, y sus movimientos eran bruscos, como si apenas pudiera contener su enojo. Glaz hacía esfuerzos para ignorarlo, mientras se preparaba para ir a la cama. Sus doloridas costillas protestaron el intento de quitarse la camiseta, por muy holgada y cómoda de poner y quitar que fuese. Al final desistió con un gruñido y decidió tragarse el orgullo.

— Necesito ayuda para quitarme esto, — Glaz admitió, irritado por tener que depender de otra persona para algo tan nimio.

Al igual que había sucedido a lo largo del día, Fuze ya estaba a su lado, esperando solícito. Y, al igual que el resto del día, su expresión era de clara desaprobación mientras le asistía. Lo más curioso era que, a pesar de su evidente enojo, Fuze se había pegado a él como una sombra, tratándolo casi como si fuese inválido. Glaz suspiró, harto de esas miradas y largos e incómodos silencios. Le dolía todo el cuerpo y no estaba de humor para tonterías

— Si tienes algo que decir, dilo, en lugar de poner cara de estar chupando limones cada vez que me miras.

Tagging time! @sugarbeandude @grain-crain-drain @dagoth-menthol @simonxriley @an-2809 @love-change-machines and anyone else who has a WIP and wants to share a teaser!

#rainbow six siege #r6s #rainbow 6 siege #why is writing f/f smut so hard ;-;#I always fumble so much with words when I try to get it going #also sorry for the spanish stuff #you'll get a translation once the story is done and posted :P

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ghostiex0 · 2 years

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Ooo Hiya!!!<333

I slid back into your request because i love ur writing obviously and well bc..

May i request Kapkans s/o confessing to him that they think that his comrades (The rest of the spetznas) are hit and they'd like to start smth with them too?? NSFW if possible?

(Idk why i just love the idea of the spetsnaz sharing a s/o)

I totally forgot about this ask so I’m sorry it’s so late!! I made it kinda lengthy and rushed some parts for plot. No gender specifics so I tried to keep reader GN (vague on anatomy as well) Warnings: N/SFW content below! Minors DNI Unprotected fivesome. Mostly focused on reader. Messy attempts of Russian

At the start, you were sure it was normal. Your gorgeous lover had gorgeous friends, it made sense you wouldn’t be able to help yourself be at least a little imaginative. You also harbored much more guilt over it at the start. But now, six months into dating Maxim, you had gaslit yourself into the fact that their was nothing truly there. That fantasizing about them was completely normal, it was just a fantasy wasn’t it? It was just… a natural reaction you presumed.

It was common for all of the men to hang out outside of their work. Drinks, working out, hunts, anything really was a great excuse for them to banter about with one another. Today you were supposed to be heading up to the lodge. It was basically a tradition at this point and you were more than happy to agree, but maybe you should have thought about this a little more. You didn’t know how much longer you would be able to keep your mouth shut about these feelings, or your legs for that matter.

“лисичка,” Maxims voice interrupted your thoughts, his footsteps walking towards you to pull you close. From this distance, you could hear the subtle beats of his heart, thumping in a rhythm that’s become so known to you. “have you been able to finish up the rest of your packing?” Thats right, packing. Jesus, you were getting so sidetracked thinking about all of that again.. about all of them again.

“Is something bothering you?” Shit. Maxim must have caught wind that something was up. Who were you kidding? Of course he did. He always knows that stuff. “No, no, it’s nothing really,” you lied through your teeth, “Just thinking about what we’re going to do at the lodge.” So, not a full lie.

He gave a small grin, “Glad you’re excited.” Moving to the other side of the bed, he looked over the suitcase you were finishing up stuffing, “Do you want any help?”

“No it’s fine honey, thank you.” As he walked past you to leave the room he was sure to plant a gentle kiss on your cheek, leaving you with a smile. You were definitely lucky.

As noon arrived, you could see all four of the men through your bedroom window, getting all of the luggage into the vehicle. You didn’t know exactly what time they had arrived, but it was recently. Your heart practically leapt out of your chest when Shuhrat looked up, making direct eye contact with you. You were so stupid, it would have been so easy to play that off as normal. Give him a small wave and then walk away, instead you acted like you were guilty. Slinking away and shutting the curtains. Whatever, you weren’t guilty of anything. What would he say? It’s not illegal to stare.

With an annoyed sigh, you left the bedroom finally, down to the house entrance, grabbing your coat off the rack, slipping it around your shoulders, and walked out.

“Ah! принцесса finally come to join us?” Alexsandrs voice was instantly recognizable, “seems so, hah.” He grinned at your response, moving to bring you in for a hearty hug. Your cheeks flushed, you knew they did. It made you swallow as quietly as possible.

“Good, because we should be heading out in a minute.” Timur spoke up, lifting an arm to pull the trunk down with a clink. Alex let you go to turn towards his Shuhrat and Timur who were closer to the car, leaving you to go to talk over things you only assumed would be frugal such as seating placements.

At 16:00 pm you all had finally arrived. The car ride was fun, but got stuffy after longer than 3 hours, thank god these men had to have patience in their line of work. Getting out felt like the stretch of a lifetime, a bit of crackling and some groans. Unpacking would be quite the trip in itself. You didn’t think you had brought a lot, but there were five of you. It made sense it would add up quickly.

The lodge was still struggling to warm up, some warm air every now and then stopping you from shivering. You were situated on the top floor, no where near the fire, so you supposed that was your fault. You kinda blamed Maxim for insisting that natural heat was the best way and Timur backing him up with how it made the place feel more magical than artificial heat. You weren’t feeling very magical right now that’s for sure.

If anything, you were getting overwhelmed. The car ride got stuffy sure, but underneath it you might have been making yourself feel that way. Recently, second guessing everything was the norm and overthinking about your lovers friends was constant. This was the guilt again wasn’t it?

Booms of laughter and mens voices rising made you settle with the lot of items already out, gently closing the door with your exit. “Знаешь, я бы с удовольствием заставил-“ “быть осторожным..” More laughter and chatter ensued. Whatever they were talking about, they seemed to be plenty entertained.

“Come to join us?” Once again, caught watching by Shuhrat. At least he didn’t seem bothered. The men surrounded the downstairs table. A sleek modern look on some old wood Maxim had cut down a year back. By sleek modern you meant it had been sanded and sealed of course… that’s really all.

“About time, you’ve been hogging yourself!” Alexsandr gave a laugh at his own tease. “Come sit.” He gave the couch a small pat, a seat right between him and Maxim. Your partner nodded in return, showing silent support.

Shooting Alex a small smile, you made yourself comfortable in between them. This was perfectly normal, but when you faced Shuhrat and Timur again, there was a certain glimmer in their eyes, like they were communicating with the two you sat between about something. But just as quickly as you saw it, it was gone.

Night crawled up quickly. Board games and fun might of had something to do with it, though you believed most of the credit had to go to the booze. They had brought some strong stuff, you knew to limit yourself and that you did. Just enough to make you feel lighter and not out of your mind. Apparently, it made you jumpy as well. You felt it almost immediately, Alexsandr’s big hand clasp down your thigh. A pure reaction, you jumped. Straight off the couch. There was only a second of silence, yet it felt like 5 minutes. All of their eyes just staring at you, a type of wonder you couldn’t possibly describe lay in them.

“Ahaha! Sorry- I just um- … I’ll be right back.”

You had thought about all their hands on you before. Maybe that’s exactly why your reaction was as dramatic as it was. It was like you had been caught. Like they knew you had been fantasizing about how their hands would feel. You needed a drink. Not alcohol this time either. Just a fresh glass of water, hopefully calm you down. The sound of the water running was enough to have you taking a deep breath, the water washing down your throat was even better.

“лисичка, what was that?” You hadn’t even heard him approach. Yet there Max was, standing only a few feet away from you, concern and confusion written all over his face. “I..” God you didn’t even know. How would you be able to say anything without sounding crazy about what happened? “I’m really attracted to your friends!” That sounds bad! Explain yourself! “- Then he touched me and I just panicked-! This is sounding bad, I’m so sorry”

Laughter. That’s right. You spilled your guts about liking his friends and he laughed. You were stunned. You stared at your lover in awe as he slowly regained himself, the laughter simmering into a low chuckle before he made eye contact with you again. “Huh?”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“What?”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Did you think I would be mad?”

Silence fell over the kitchen as you looked for any sarcasm in what he was saying. There was none. Maxim was being genuine about all of this. “You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“Uhm, maybe because I just admitted I would fuck your friends..?”

“You would? Then why are we still just playing board games?”

You were speechless. Your mind was completely boggled, at everything! You knew they were all very close, but what guy would be okay with this sort of thing? His friends fucking his partner?

“I wouldn’t make you do something you don’t want too, but they like you.” Reassurance. That was something. You didn’t really need reassurance right now about if they all liked you or not, just about the seriousness of the situation. “I guess I’m a little shocked, aren’t you worried about ruining your friendship with them?”

“нет, I don’t think anything could ruin it.” Maxim was being fully open and honest with you about this, you could see, despite him being a rather protective partner, he genuinely didn’t seem that bothered with this. It made you wonder if this was the first time this idea had been thrown on the table.

“If everyone is up for it..” It felt embarrassing to say out loud. You couldn’t help but feel like at least a bit of a whore. Wanting four guys all to yourself. Jeez, how would this even go?

“Why don’t we head back to everyone?” the weight of his arm on your waist was a gravitation out of your thoughts. Your tongue felt heavy, so you gave a simple nod to his question, letting him guide you back to the living room.

When you entered the living room, all eyes snapped towards you, their gazes felt more raw and intense than they ever had before. Did they overhear what you both were talking about in the kitchen? You hadn’t been that loud…

“Я говорил с ней об обмене.” Their eyes left you and stared hard at Maxim instead. “в самом деле?” “да.” “So, are we all on the same page then?” The switch to English was seamless, almost a little too so. What did he mean ‘on the same page’? There was no shock on any of their faces, just patience as they had directed themselves back towards you.

“I think so…” you took a glance at Maxim, looking for any sign of discomfort, but their was none from him. Taking a deep breath you gave a little laugh. “Be honest, did you all already know?” Any anxiety that was resting in the air, disappeared as smiles showed and you could hear some chuckles.

“Well, we were hoping, is a better way to put it.”

You felt their answer was good enough, you didn’t really want to embarrass yourself anymore and decided to shrug it off. Something in your had warmed up to this quickly. No one was being awkward about it. It felt normal. Was this an agreement you all were a thing now?

“Why don’t we celebrate a bit?” Alexsandr spoke up, “I think everyone would benefit from a little bit of fun, help us all get more comfortable?”

“Ever the opportunist huh?” Timur quipped back at the older man, “but as long as everyone else is ready, I’m in.” Shuhrat nodded in agreement, “Maxim?”

Maxim didn’t hesitate to give his nod of approval as well.

Maxim now stepped up, taking the opportunity and easily shifting you up into his lap, his hands rested at your side, a stabilizing grip, but loose enough for you to shake him off if you needed. It felt comfortable and safe, even as your head spun with the thoughts of what was going to happen with these four men looking down on you.

Before you knew it, they all had at least one hand on your body. Respectful places, yet it was enough to let all your days or yearning for them to finally show through. Slightly sinking down on your lovers lap, causing one of their hands to slide a little further up your thigh. You couldn’t really tell who.

Maxim leaned as far back as the couch would allow, his hips rising up to push against your ass that now rested his lap. You were made acutely aware of the slow hardening pressed against you through his pants. On your left side, Timur made himself known, his lips gently pressing against your shoulder, giving you the chance to shrug him off if you wanted. You didn’t. You couldn’t. Not with the tension and light touches from all of them that’s made you feel so delirious already. His lips danced along your neck, going from as soft as a feather, to causing you to take shape breaths of air in an attempt to stop your racing heart. You could only imagine the marks his attacks were going to leave.

“Do you mind?” The whisper from Shuhrat, positioned on your right, made you tense. You caught yourself in time to make sure you wouldn’t moan out loud. You still felt a bit of embarrassment burning on your cheeks, worsening when you realized his hands were positioned to slip off your top. Were you really going to have sex with your lover and his friends all at once? Yeah. You were.

Giving him a nod of approval, he shot a glance at Timur who gave your neck a break as your shirt was lifted up and over your head. Your bare chest on pure display for them. Rough and calloused hands rubbed over your hips, Maxim slyly rubbing his erection against you. You don’t know how, but you had failed to notice the older man get down on his knees in front of you until you felt his fingers hook onto your bottoms, swiftly pulling them down. So quickly, you had become fully bare for the men surrounding you. You could feel the need for more bubbling inside you.

Alexsandr’s scarred hands rubbed against the soft skin of your thighs, blue eyes watching your every move. You felt like you couldn’t look away from them. You could feel the pulsing between your legs, wondering if he could in the spasms of your leg muscles.

“Strip.” The order came out of your mouth like a whine. It caught them off guard almost as much as you. There was a tense silence, their eyes darting from you, to one another. “I- Please…?” Finally, the silence broke as Alexsandr gave a hearty laugh, Timur joining him but at a quieter volume.

“Вы слышали её,” Maxim piped up from behind you, you could hear the soft rustle of his clothing being slipped off. “делайте то, что она сказала.” The others seemed to take to what he said, a hum or a nod of approval as they all chose their easiest clothing articles to discard of. It wasn’t the first time you had seen this much of their skin, but it was the first time you were close enough to feel the burning warmth of it.

Your legs were pulled up and forwards due to Alexsandr. Maxim’s hands on your sides having saved you from loosing your balance. Another silent exchange seemed to happen between the four men. A part of you might have felt a little hurt at your exclusion, but there were much more prevalent things happening. Alexsandr moved his body back, giving Shuhrat access to in between your legs. The Uzbek naturally took his place, hands smoothing over your legs to slowly spread them open. All of them practically fucking you with their eyes for forever now had made any embarrassment nonexistent. Shuhrat’s chest slowly rise and fell with impeccably steady breaths. You couldn’t help but stare at his erection, prodding against the fabric of his baggy pants. Your hips started to slowly roll against Maxims, shallow breaths starting to sound like whines the more desperate you became. You could see through the fabric Shuhrat’s cock twitch. His grip on your legs tightened in preparation as he closed to gap between you two. Shuffling down his pants just enough to let him slip into you as he rocked his hips forward into yours. A whimper left your lips, leaning fully backwards onto your lover, Maxim, in defeat. The ache between your legs finally getting some release.

With the graze of a hand over your bare chest, you became aware of Timur’s presence, sat on the couch next to Maxim. The only thing stopping him from being fully nude were a pair of underwear that, like Shuhrat’s pants, did their best to keep the hardened cock he had secure within them. You couldn’t stop yourself before your palm rubbed against his crotch, causing him to let out a gorgeous groan. “Take them off..” you were able to breathe out, Timur listened, pulling down his last coverings and sucking in a breath when your hand trailed along him, eventually wrapping around his cock and slowly moving up and down, abusing the precum dribbling from his tip for lube.

Alexsandr sat calmly on the chair to the upper right of you, his blue eyes locked onto yours, causing a shiver to run through your body. Something about it was so intense and intimate despite the fact he had touched you the least out of any of them. He always had such a presence anyway. You couldn’t help but want him so bad. Especially since he was the one you haven’t been able to get any of yet.

Your eyes were ripped away from Alexsandr when the speed and strength of Shuhrat’s thrusting increased tenfold, a huffy groan coming from him as you felt your whole body rock with the next thrust. Your eyes naturally feel closed with hushed moans of pleasure coming from you. Your body felt like it was on fire. The rocking that Shuhrat’s thrusting caused made Maxim give a groan of his own, his cock being repeatedly rubbed up against. The mismatched choir of pleasure noises they all produced was music to your ears, urging you to dive deeper in. You did, snapping your hips up to meet Shuhrat’s as his cock sunk deeper inside you, hitting the place that made your eyes roll back. Your free hand gripped onto Maxims tousled pants that hung far below his waist, a meek attempt to ground yourself.

The tension in your core finally snapped, relief crashing onto your now sweaty skin as you came. Shuhrat gave a loud groan at that, leaning his head back slightly as his thrusts stuttered in their pace before he slipped out, leaving you feeling empty. You could feel small bits of Maxim’s cum drip down your back, Maxim’s rugged breathing on your neck as he came down from his high as well. You felt a pressure on your numb hand, Timur gently moving it away from his crotch. You wanted to know if he came as well, but felt so tired and dazed that it was hard to really do anything but lay where you were weakly.

Your eyes fluttered open, the first thing you noticed was the darkness, only a small light illuminated barely half of the room. He was sitting above you, a fond smile on his face, a little intimidating with how wrecked you were. You didn’t know how you got here, but you were in the room you had originally unpacked in when you first arrived, hence the bed having an abundance of blankets already. Did he carry you all the way up here? You felt kinda bad, “Rest, дорогая.” it was as if he read your mind. “we have plenty of time to talk tomorrow.” He gave a gentle pat on your thigh if reassurance, leaning back on the pillows he stacked up against the wooden headboard of the bed to rest, himself.

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Fates Worse Than Death part 3

Deimos x f!reader noncon Enemies to Lovers

5.6k words

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

Part: 1, 2, 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You scalped my file?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #darkfic #tw dark themes #tw noncon #tw dark content #twdubcon #deimos x reader #r6s deimos #Deimos smut #r6s deimos x you #r6s deimos smut #r6s x reader #rainbow six siege

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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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.”

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Pretty little thing

Pairings: R6! Leon X Fem! Reader

Summary: You always were so curious if old guys actually do it better. Well, Leon's here to prove it to you.

Wc:2.3k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, implied age gap(not specified), a bit of mean Leon, creampie.

God forgive what he was doing, but it was a far cry from Leon's self-control, you managed to make this old man lose his temper so easily.

"Pretty little fucking thing, you're going to get what you need." Leon purred, his blue eyes penetrating yours, his thumb fondling your clit as you arched under him.

He'd already made you come twice, while he just massaged your clit, nothing more. He didn't finger you, he didn't fuck you, he managed to make you cum twice with minimal effort.

You had asked him if it was true that older guys were better at sex, that they had more experience. You were a bit incredulous in that respect, and he was determined to prove it to you. And he had the time and patience for it.

And if he still had a shred of honesty left, he was eager to get his hands on a girl as beautiful as you. He may be old, but he has everything it takes to drive you crazy with his advances.

"Uhm - can you, please..." You plead, trying to push your hips up to meet his thigh, where you had plans to hump him, just like a bitch in heat.

What a good man, you thought, as he began to rub your clit more fervently, one of his fingers sliding down your wet slit, opening the lips of your pussy. It looked like he was going to finger you, but then he stopped doing that, suddenly stopped.

He abruptly took his fingers away from you, giving you nothing more.

The sensation was enough to make you whimper, and you just looked at him with red cheeks and a pout on your lips. Only to see that he had that shit-eating grin on his face. Cocky son of a bitch.

"My pace, you should learn to respect your elders." He says in a mocking tone, this time he's mounted you, pinning your arms above your head, preventing any movement from you.

"Honestly-" Silly of you to think that he would allow you to say anything, he soon pressed his lips against yours.

His tongue emerged to meet yours, his lips moving in sync with yours, his fingers wickedly tugging at your clit, smiling against your mouth every time you squirmed beneath him.

Dripping wet, your pussy clenching against the wind every time, you could feel your head spinning every time he continued with these non-stop circular movements.

"Open up." He said in an authoritative whisper, biting your lower lip and giving it a gentle pull.

It wasn't long before you felt his hands leave your clit, finding their way to the back of your thighs, holding your legs wide open. You could say it was embarrassing, but you were already so overwhelmed by the sensations of the moment. By now you were holding your legs open the way he wanted.

"Dirty little thing, look at that." Leon purrs, sliding his fingers along the lips of your slit, getting his fingers wet in the process.

The sly whimper that came out of you was the perfect response for him. Without letting you think, he slid one of his fingers into you, sinking the thick digit into your wet pussy.

"I bet none of the boys your age have done that to you, mh?" he says in a naughty tone, curving his fingers around your g-spot and making you see little stars.

"Mhmhm." You nod in a moan mixed with an attempt at speech, so fixated on the way he put his fingers in you, in and out, as if he was so experienced at it.

And he was, for your fortune or misfortune.

You were almost going crazy with the way his lips were attached to your neck, licking and nibbling, his tongue making patterns that made you roll your eyes every time. It was so erotic and so delicious, you tightened around his fingers every time.

He smiled when he noticed you buck your hips against his fingers, pushing his digits faster against you, so fast and deep that all you could do was squirm and moan his name. It felt so good, your wet cunt wrapping around him, you were almost at the point of letting out all your sweet liquids.

"Are you going to cum again, sweetie?" Leon asked in mockery, giving your neck a firm suck, leaving a mark there.

It was all too much, you watching Leon humping the bed in a way to relieve the growing erection in his pants, or the way he fingered you so well while keeping an eye on your reactions. He was doing it like no one else, making you see the sky and the stars with just his hand.

"Oh- Shit-" You whimper, squirming and trying to hold on to his fists to make him stop.

This only added more gasoline to the fire, he began to shove his fingers deeper into you, reaching all your spongy spots, not even letting you breathe properly.

All you felt was your eyes rolling back in your head, all your fluids being expelled from your body as you collapsed under him, your body in a hot mixture of sweat and ecstasy.

You felt as if the world was spinning, your orgasm washing over you as you still tried to situate yourself. Only for you to open your eyes and see the image of Leon, smiling like the cocky bastard he was.

He knew very well that he had you wrapped around his finger at that moment.

"Did you feel good?" He asked in a purr, pressing his teeth against your jaw, then lifting his face and looking at you in a naughty way.

And damn, the look was enough to make you even wetter, if that was possible at all.

You just nodded dumbly, feeling your pussy clench around nothing.

You could have sworn to God that you'd never felt as excited as you did right now.

"Good, good." He hummed, slapping your clit twice.

For some reason, every time he made any movements with those muscular arms of his, you felt even more aroused. The veins in his arm all showing, the muscles jumping out with every movement he made. How could you not act like that?

"Keep them open." Leon says, his hands leaving you and heading for his belt.

If there was one thing he was, it was cunning, because it didn't take him more than a few seconds to undo his belt, his pants hanging open while you could already see his cock begging to come out of the confining fabric.

Soon you found yourself salivating, drooling at the wet spot that was forming in his pants. He might even have had all the control in the world, but he couldn't fool his body, surely he was as turned on as you were.

You then sat down on the bed, putting your hands on his muscular thighs and letting yourself run your lips along the underside of his stomach, dragging your tongue across his hard muscles, and he grunted and moaned in response.

The next thing you felt was his hand on the back of your head, urging you on. You quickly pulled down his pants, your eyes going wide when you saw his cock throbbing inside his underwear.

"Don't tell me your little eyes are shining like that because of me?" He says, pulling your hair to make you look up and see him smiling at you in a dirty way.

It was the final push for you to pull down his underpants, making his cock jump out, touching your cheek lightly. His pre-cum sticking to your skin, his tip dripping as his cock throbbed and ached, waiting for any touch from you.

When you took the tip and guided it into your mouth, he stopped you before you could do anything, your hand still wrapped around his member as he held your chin tightly.

"That's not why you called me here, is it?" he purred, pushing you back onto the bed, making you lie on your back.

You could feel the palpitation forming in your body, your sly eyes meeting his as he looked at you with a hungry gaze, his cock throbbing, leaking even more.

"I'll show you exactly what you want to know, sweetheart." Without warning he pushed his lips against yours, pulling you into a sloppy, hot kiss.

You soon felt him grasp the back of your thighs, putting you in a mating press, your legs so open that he could see whatever he wanted to.

His tip bumped against your clit, and he began to slowly grind against your twitching limb, which left you moaning into his mouth, moving your hips in sync with his.

His grunts mingled with your moans, his breathing mingled with yours, and you soon felt him humping you like a dog in heat.

"I'll show you why experience matters."

And he slid into you, his thick cock making you stretch in such a good way, your toes curling at the sensation. You were fucking wet, warm, jelly-like walls that accommodated him so well.

"Fucking tight. I can barely fit." Leon said as he thrust into you, deeper and deeper, to the point where you wondered if his cock had gone all the way in.

Seeing your sly expression, he smiled, moving his lips down to your neck, grabbing your sensitive skin and placing it between his teeth. Making you shiver with a certain discomfort, only for him to lick and soothe the area.

"Can't you loosen up, mh? So tight you can't stretch any further?" He purrs, thrusting slowly and methodically into you.

"That's it.... It's too much-" You whimper, putting your hands on his chest in an attempt to make him take the slightest pity on you.

All he did was sneer, giving you a very sharp smack of his hips, hitting your sweet spots in such a delicious way.

"Don't tell me you're trying to tap out? Mh, I'm sure you can handle it." He whispered to you, biting your earlobe as he fucked you quietly, sensually, rolling his hips to slide into you.

You felt your pussy stretching more and more to accommodate him, and yet you felt your walls clenching around him so hard. His tip was buried so deep in you that you didn't even know it was possible.

Your toes curling as he rammed into you, the wet noises along with the moans you both let out was the only thing that reached your ears now.

"I bet little boys your age can't do that, huh?" he says with a matching smile, pulling his cock out of you, only to shove it in all at once.

At that moment a strangled whimper came from your throat, as you closed your eyes tightly, finding the sensation too much for you to bear.

So close, you were so close to the edge that you couldn't hold on for long, all you did was stare at him with your sly little eyes, looking at his expression. His hair stuck to his forehead, his lips parted as he fucked you, his sweat dripping and mixing with yours, his muscles contracting with his every move.

When Leon became aware of the murmurs you were trying to say, the way you were drooling as he fucked you dumb, he controlled himself with everything he had not to cum here and now.

"Tight little pussy never been fucked like this, mh?" he taunts once more, pulling you into a languid, heated kiss, his hands squeezing the back of your thigh once more, but this time he pushes your legs against your chest, giving him the perfect intention to do what he was already doing.

His hips pounding brutally against you, his heavy balls slapping against you to the point of leaving a red mark on you, your fluids dripping down your body and onto the sheets.

His free hand went to your clit, massaging you slowly, adding even more to your pleasure.

When he detached his lips from yours, he even opened his lips to speak, but preferred to watch the erotic image in front of him. You with your lips parted, your eyes rolling back as you came, so drunk on his cock that you didn't even let him know you were close.

"That old cock still does the job, doesn't it?" Leon says with that damn smug grin, looking down to watch the scene.

White cream oozing out of you, your little hole still wrapped around him as he slowly grinded against you.

"Fucking good." You say under your breath, looking at him with glassy eyes.

For once you were recovering, but he jerked his hips forward, giving you another deep thrust, and then another and another. To the point where he was fucking you in a frenzied way, simply leaving you in a mess, a whimpering mess.

"I'll show you what's really good." He growls in your ear, biting your lobe as he plunges into you.

Even with your mind in shambles, you felt his hot spurt inside you, his cum flooding out of you. You'd never done it before, but it was so good, so raw. He finished while moaning some loud swear word, which you didn't understand because you were too focused on the moment.

You couldn't even think straight, and neither could he, so he just lay on top of you and waited for you both to come down from the heights. At this point, you could barely keep your eyes open, the sensation was too much for you.

Surely, this old man has made you feel like you're in paradise, and if you still don't believe him, he has all night to prove it to you.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy #leon x reader #leon x y/n #leon x you #leon resident evil #leon scott kennedy x reader #re leon #resident evil leon #leon scott kennedy x you #leon s kennedy smut #leon smut #resident evil 6 leon #resident evil x reader

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tauruscookie · 10 months

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WIP Wednesday Day! (But we ignore the fact that it’s Sunday, shut your mouths)

Been tagged my the amazing @r6shippingdelivery as always, thank you bestie 👊🏾☺️

Tagging anyone else who wants to share their wips cause you’ve tagged the ones I was going to tag. But it doesn’t have to be just stories! Anyways! This is what I’ve been cooking up 😉 (it’s spicy werewolf smut, and I’m still working, nearly 3k-ish words now 😅)

Keep looking at me like that and I just might eat you up सुंदर (beautiful)"

"M-Mark-"

"Indulge me for a few hours aye?"

"Hours?!" Vigil panicked as he was eventually pushed to the ground. And Mute wasted no time to free up the belts against Vigil's waste. But the thought of having to continue for hours was both compelling and at the same time, terrifying, "Wait! Mark! Can- can we-"

"If you stop me one more time, I won't be so gentle," Mute hissed and grabbed Vigil's wrists, holding them beside his head.

Vigil's spine tingled as he heard that authoritative tone. It made him quiver since he knew Mute could rip out anyone's neck if he so desired. But he wouldn't harm Vigil to that extent. But there was a snarl behind his words and a hint of desperation. Something was wrong. He couldn't have been drugged, could he?

"Be a good boy, and sit still for me~" Mute cooed as he returned to his belts.

Pulling them off and tossing them aside. Once they were gone, it was finally time for his pants to which Mute wasted no time tearing them open and apart. Like a beast starving for its prey. Vigil gasped as he felt the restriction in his pants disappearing. Alongside his briefs and soon, the cool breeze welcomed his mild erection.

"I knew you would've wanted this also, look at you. So excited ~" Mute huffed pressing his fingers against Vigil's erection.

The contact made the Korean tremble. He was surprised by the texture of his latex glove. It's slick, yet it's rough. It felt uncomfortable on Vigil's skin, yet it was thrilling. His body was shivering from the experience, and he desperately tried to keep his voice quiet. He didn't want to be caught. But Mute's attention had wandered off from his erection to Vigil's hands as they tried to muffle the sounds escaping his lips. In response, Mute grasped his wrists and pinned them over his head. Moving around so that Vigil could sit perfectly against his groin.

"You don't get to muffle your voice. I want to hear every little squeal you make~" Mute cooed as he went down against Vigil's neck.

His mask, however, was preventing him from savoring the sweetness of Vigil's neck. It prevented him from piercing the softness and staining his neck with love bites. It stopped him from marking his partner. Vigil shuddered as he felt something in his crotch. It was mind-numbing to feel the latex rub his erection up and down.

Worst of all, he could feel Mute prodding him through his clothing. It had an immense feeling about it. Even with the obstruction from his shorts and uniform, it shouldn't be this big. Something was wrong. But Vigil's mind was having difficulty making rational choices. His brain was whirling from the barrage of sensations that had flooded his consciousness.

"Do-do you feel how worked up I'm gettin' for you?" Mute huffed tightly squeezing Vigil's wrists, "How riled up you make me is insane. You should fix your mess."

#r6community #rainbowsixsiege #r6 #r6 mute x vigil #this is just flat out smut #my wips #I wanted to make a werewolf Mute and here it is #still working on it 😅#ignore the grammar issues #😤🫣

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Speed | CS55

Summary: In a chance encounter at a gas station, a mysterious woman on a Yamaha YZF R6 catches the attention of Carlos, a charming Ferrari driver. Little did they know the journey they would both go on.

Warning: Smut, fluff

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x OC (Lola)

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Chapter 1

As she stood there, the thrumming pulse of the Ferrari reverberated through the asphalt, sending subtle vibrations up through the soles of her shoes. It was a sensory experience, feeling the raw power of the sports car resonate in the ground beneath her, almost as if it were alive.

Impulsively, she turned her head to the side, her curiosity piqued by the familiar rumble. Her gaze landed on the sleek lines of the Ferrari, its glossy exterior catching the sunlight in a dazzling display. And there, behind the wheel, was a figure that exuded an air of confidence and charisma.

The Spaniard seemed engrossed in inspecting her motorcycle, his keen eyes scanning over every detail with a discerning gaze. It was a moment of unexpected connection, two individuals brought together by their mutual appreciation for the machines they rode.

With a casual wave, she acknowledged his presence, the gesture a simple yet genuine expression of goodwill. In that moment, she didn't dwell on the significance of the encounter, merely allowing herself to be swept up in the rhythm of the city streets.

As the light finally shifted to green, she smoothly accelerated, the engine of her motorcycle roaring to life as she merged onto the highway. Unbeknownst to her, Carlos, drawn by the allure of the chase, followed suit, his Ferrari seamlessly blending into the flow of traffic as he pursued her.

What ensued was a thrilling game of cat and mouse, each manoeuvring through lanes with precision and skill, their vehicles dancing in harmony with the rhythm of the road. With every twist and turn, they pushed the limits of speed and control, the adrenaline coursing through their veins fueling their determination.

In her mirrors, she caught glimpses of the sleek Ferrari gaining ground, the distance between them shrinking with each passing moment. It was an exhilarating pursuit, the thrill of the chase igniting a competitive fire within her.

And then, in a daring move, Carlos surged ahead, the Ferrari darting past her with effortless grace. In that moment, a surge of determination washed over her, igniting a fierce resolve to reclaim the lead.

With unwavering focus, she pushed her motorcycle to its limits, the wind whipping against her as she chased after him, the highway stretching out before them like an endless ribbon of asphalt.

After a heart-pounding ten-minute exchange of speed and strategy, she made the split-second decision to veer off the highway, her sights set on the nearest gas station. It was a calculated move, a chance to catch her breath and regroup after the exhilarating pursuit.

As Carlos pursued her off the highway, the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins was unlike anything he had experienced on the racetrack. As a seasoned Formula 1 driver, he was accustomed to the thrill of high-speed races, the precision of every turn and manoeuvre ingrained in his muscle memory.

But this... this was different. The chase, the unpredictability, the sheer exhilaration of the moment stirred something deep within him, reigniting a passion that had lain dormant for far too long. Behind the wheel of his Ferrari, he felt alive, every twist and turn of the road awakening his senses in a way that no race ever could.

Gone was the familiar routine of the racetrack, replaced instead by the raw excitement of the open road. Here, there were no rules, no boundaries—just the exhilarating rush of speed and the thrill of the chase.

As he followed her into the unknown, a sense of liberation washed over him, the weight of expectations and obligations fading into the background. In this moment, there was only him, the road, and the enigmatic figure ahead—a tantalising mystery waiting to be unravelled.

For Carlos, this impromptu pursuit was a welcome departure from the structured world of Formula 1, a reminder of the pure joy that came from simply letting go and embracing the thrill of the ride.

As she sat astride her motorcycle, preparing to refuel, the familiar hum of the gas station's pumps reverberated through the ground beneath her. Turning slightly, she caught sight of the sleek Ferrari gliding into the station, pulling up to the pump behind her with a quiet confidence.

With practised ease, she dismounted her bike, the rumble of the engine fading into the background as she focused on the task at hand. As she began to pump gas into her tank, she felt his eyes on her, the weight of his gaze lingering like a tangible presence.

Carlos, unable to resist the magnetic pull of curiosity, stepped out of his Ferrari, his movements graceful and deliberate. Though he tried to appear nonchalant, his stolen glances betrayed a deep-seated intrigue, an unspoken desire to learn more about the enigmatic figure before him.

As she continued with the task of refuelling, she sensed his presence lingering nearby, his gaze never straying far from her. And then, in a moment of quiet confidence, she reached up and removed her helmet, revealing the face that had captured his attention.

With a fluid motion, she released her two plaits from beneath her jacket, the cascading strands of hair framing her features like a halo in the soft light of the gas station. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes—revealing not just her physical appearance, but also a glimpse of the person behind the helmet, the individual beneath the facade.

A playful smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she casually placed her helmet on the seat of her motorcycle, her gaze meeting Carlos's with a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes.

“Hey.” She greeted him, the word laced with an easygoing charm that seemed to dissolve the tension between them.

“Hey.” He replied, his voice soft, almost tentative, as he returned her greeting with a shy smile, his eyes lingering on her with a mixture of curiosity and admiration.

A comfortable silence settled between them for a moment, the air tinged with a palpable sense of anticipation. And then, with a casual observation, she broke the ice, her words light and playful.

“Nice car.” She remarked, nodding towards the sleek Ferrari parked behind him, her tone casual yet appreciative.

Carlos's smile widened at her compliment, a faint blush colouring his cheeks as he returned the gesture.

“Nice bike.” He countered, his eyes flickering briefly to the motorcycle beside her with genuine admiration.

With the teasing glint in her eyes, she extended an invitation that hung in the air like an irresistible dare.

“I could take you for a ride.” She teased, her words laced with a playful challenge that dared him to seize the opportunity for adventure.

Carlos chuckled at her teasing remark, a warm smile gracing his lips as he shook his head lightly.

“I'm happy with my four wheels.” He replied, his tone light and playful, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

She chuckled in response, her laughter a melodic sound that filled the air between them with a sense of camaraderie.

“Too bad, then.” She teased, her words carrying a playful undertone as she finished pumping gas into her motorcycle.

As she replaced the nozzle and secured the gas cap, the moment lingered, suspended in the air like a shared secret between them.

Carlos's curiosity piqued as he took a step closer, his eyes scanning over the sleek lines of her motorcycle with genuine interest.

“What type of bike is it?” He wondered aloud, his curiosity evident in the way he lingered over each detail.

Her heart skipped a beat at the unexpected question, a flush of flustered surprise colouring her cheeks as she fumbled for an answer.

“Oh, this is a Yamaha YZF R6.” She replied, her voice slightly breathless as she struggled to compose herself in the face of his scrutiny. Carlos chuckled at her response, a knowing glint in his eyes as he took in the information.

“Sounds fast.” He remarked with a playful grin, his admiration for her motorcycle evident in his tone.

As he stepped closer to inspect her all-black motorbike, she couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at his genuine interest. It was a rare moment of connection, a shared appreciation for the machines that fueled their passion for the open road.

“I wasn't expecting to see a Ferrari Roma today.” He stated, changing the subject as she removed her gloves, the gesture a subtle invitation to continue their conversation.

Carlos's bafflement at the woman's unexpected knowledge of cars was evident in his tone as he posed the question.

“You know cars, too?” He asked, his curiosity tinged with a hint of admiration for the intellectually captivating woman dressed in full riding gear.

“I like pretty things.” She countered, her words carrying a hint of mystery that only served to deepen Carlos's curiosity. She responded with a sly smile, her eyes sparkling with playful mischief as she offered a simple yet intriguing explanation.

His laughter filled the air, a warm and genuine sound that echoed in the space between them.

“Good to know.” He replied with a grin, his amusement evident as he marvelled at the enigmatic woman before him.

A comfortable silence settled between them for a moment, the air charged with unspoken tension as they lingered in the aftermath of their playful banter. And then, with a boldness that surprised even himself, he seized the opportunity to extend an invitation of his own.

“You don't perhaps fancy going for dinner sometime to tell me more about your... Yamaha XYZ?” He proposed, his tone teasing yet genuine as he met her gaze with a mixture of anticipation and curiosity.

“YZF R6.” She corrected him with a breathy chuckle, her amusement evident as she clarified the name of her motorcycle. Carlos chuckled in response, his tone light and teasing as he acknowledged his lack of knowledge.

“Precisely. I have so much to learn.” He teased, his eyes dancing with playful banter.

But she wasn't one to back down from a challenge, and with a quick-witted retort, she turned the tables on him.

“Depends. Will the nameless man with the Ferrari pick me up too?” She countered, her words laced with a hint of mischief as she playfully tested his manners. Carlos, caught off guard by her boldness, felt a flush of embarrassment colour his cheeks at his oversight.

“The man with the Ferrari most certainly can. His name is Carlos.” He replied, determined to make amends for his earlier oversight. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she met his gaze, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Well, Carlos, it sounds like you have a date with Lola.” She remarked with a playful grin, her tone light and inviting.

“Lola?” Carlos repeated, a note of curiosity in his voice as he echoed the name she had given him.

“Technically, it's Louise, but everyone calls me Lola.” She explained, her smile widening at the revelation. Carlos nodded as he retrieved his phone from his pocket and handed it to her.

“Your number, please, Miss Lola.” He insisted.

Carlos's insistence drew a warm smile from Lola as she typed her number into his phone, taking a moment to add a playful touch by including the full descriptor of her bike beside her name. With a chuckle, Carlos accepted his phone back, the corners of his lips perking up at her playful gesture.

“Now you have to remember what kind of bike I ride.” She joked, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she watched him lock his screen and tuck the phone away in his pocket.

“It was lovely meeting you, Lola.” Carlos greeted her warmly, his voice tinged with genuine sincerity. “I'd love to stay and chat, but I need to get to a meeting.”

“Nice meeting you too, Carlos.” Lola nodded in acknowledgment, her smile lingering as she watched him climb into his Ferrari.

With a wink, he pulled out from behind her, the sleek sports car purring to life as it rolled past her, leaving her with a sense of anticipation for the adventure that lay ahead.

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