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angelaiswriting · 3 years

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The Contest (7 of 7) | some R6S guys x fem!reader

✏️ Pairing: Bandit x fem!reader

✏️ Summary: Dominic Brunsmeier can’t keep his goddamn mouth shut when it comes to eating pussy, and that’s how Y/N finds herself being drafted to be the judge of this pussy-eating contest. (Straight out of a dream @kind-wolf had)

✏️ A/N: I made it! Many thanks to Alice for some ideas, and to the swipe keyboard on my phone that didn’t kill my stupid hand. I know I always say oh I’m such a hoe for XYZ, but I truly am for Dominic Brunsmeier lol bye. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this ride like I did!

✏️ Warnings: 18+ only (oral m/r for once hehe)

✏️ Word-count: 3,120

✏️ The links to the other parts are in the masterlist linked in my bio.

After the few, very tense days the guys had given Y/N to sort her thoughts out, the day had finally come for the winner of the pussy-eating contest to be announced.

Keeping away from them had proved to be quite the feat and although she had managed to keep them in line for longer than she had thought possible, she had somehow succeeded. The only exception had been Dominic, of course, but she had been prepared for that; it had been no surprise. Just as it hadn’t been unwelcome.

“Let’s just get this over with,” he had complained that afternoon, his lips mere millimeters from the skin of her neck, sure of the fact that he’d be crowned as cunnilingus lord before midnight.

He had relented, though, and that never-faltering pout of his didn’t leave his lips until work got busy and tore him from her side.

Now, however, she was sitting in the same common area the contest had been, for lack of other words, signed and with those five pairs of eyes fixed on her, she felt slightly out of place.

They had waited for the other operators to leave. They didn’t need to know about the little game that had been going on while they had been on their missions, just as the contestants didn’t need to feel any kind of weird way about anyone else knowing. Not that they would feel embarrassed, of that Y/N was sure — she knew who she was dealing with, she was no fool — but she still appreciated the privacy. For her own sake, most of all.

“I don’t know what to say,” she chuckled eventually in the otherwise gravelly silent room. The television had been put on mute and the football match the boys had been watching earlier had already been long forgotten. “I didn’t think much about making a speech.”

Never before had she felt the strong impulse of hiding behind something, anything, as she did now. She had done things with them — or, well, they had done things to her, to be precise — just as she had never been embarrassed of talking about sex. Hell, Dominic brought her dirty talk to the next level!

“But I did think of a surprise for the winner,” she continued before anyone could speak, hanging on her every word as they were. The box in her lap felt heavier than it actually was, and if anything, it was comforting to know that the winner’s crown she had come up with on a last-minute lightbulb moment was just as silly as the contest itself.

“Is that something I can use on you?” The smirk Dominic threw her way positively managed to make blood rush to her cheeks. She knew what that look in his eyes could mean, and she found herself impatient at the idea of finally being able to have all of him, and not just his mouth, again starting tomorrow. He had been pissed for a few couple of hours after he had seen his best buddy leave her room with his clothes in his arms and just a towel around his hips — and then when he had seen her wet towel robe on the floor of her room —, so it was good to know that his moody blues had passed.

Elias snorted. “You seem convinced you’re the one who’s gonna win.”

“I’m not gonna win, I have already won,” the other scoffed.

Alexsandr said something, then. Something under his breath that got swept away by the other men’s childish bickering. But also something that sounded an awful lot like they had all won by having the chance of going down on her. It was sweet, in a way, and although she wasn’t sure she had understood his muttered words right, she still smiled a sweet smile at him.

But although he had always been sweet with her, the memory of the things his mouth and fingers had done to her still made the palms of her hands turn clammy and the skin of her cheeks burn.

“There’s no need to bicker, children,” she scolded when Timur pleaded with her with the look in his eyes. “The winner hasn’t been announced yet, I can still change my mind and make you lose points.”

Dominic and Elias shut up at once and almost comically, they whipped their heads in her direction at the same time.

“Don’t be mean, baby.”

“And you don’t test me, Domi.” But she still smiled at the childish pout this burly man gave her.

“How did you give points?” asked Marius, yawning behind his beer. He still hadn’t had the time to recharge completely after his mission and the position he was in at the moment — laid back against the couch, his legs up and crossed at the ankles on the coffee table — made it clear that he was about to fall asleep right then and there.

She shrugged. “That’s for the judge to know. All you need to know is that the prize is this majestic ammo crown —” she laughed as she took the ammunition belt out of the stolen shoebox in her lap — “and another round with me. I did promise that, after all.”

The discussion was sparked again and she let the men poke each other for a while before calling for silence again.

“I will cut this short because this contest has been dragged out long enough.” She rose to her feet and laid the now empty box on the armchair she had been sitting in. “Some of you misbehaved,” she pointed out, throwing Dominic a playfully pointed look. “Most of you tested my rules’ limits. I won’t talk about your performances, I’ll just crown the winner and call it a day. Any sort of complaint before we proceed?”

She trailed a finger down the back of Dominic’s neck when she stopped behind him and he tensed under her touch. And although she couldn’t see his face, she knew he was grinning in anticipation.

They all stared at her — all but her man, of course — and she took her time to swipe her gaze over all of them. Marius, half asleep, had been sitting the closest to her armchair. Next to him, Elias could barely wipe that smug smile of his from his face. Timur seemed shy tonight: he had been quiet ever since they had been left alone to that closing ceremony of sorts to their contest, barely opening his mouth to speak. She smiled sweetly at him, but when her gaze landed on Alexsandr, her smile turned into an amused laugh.

“You’re such a man child,” she shook her head as she moved over to stand behind him, unable to calm her laughter down at the smooches he was playfully miming. “I can’t believe this is how the winner gets crowned.”

The ammunition crown fit snugly around his head — and it wasn’t by accident: she had felt like a special agent spy sneaking into the Russians’ locker room in the armory facility to take some measurements of his helmet.

“I’m going to add cunnilingus to the Lord on my shield,” he said with laughter in his voice when she leaned forward from behind and her hands interlocked against his chest.

Just as those words had left his lips, muttering ensued and although they all wanted to complain one way or another, it seemed like they respected her too much to keep it up for long. They pouted — Dominic more than the others, his arms crossed against his chest — and they sat back against their seats in silence.

“Don’t take this to heart,” she smiled eventually, standing up straight and digging her fingertips into the muscles in Alexsandr’s shoulders. “You all know how each of your performances went, and they were all really good. But you all agreed on proclaiming a winner, so here we are. Don’t come at me for having to pick one.”

“Yes, but the old man also won more head.” The others joined in on Elias’ defeated groaning, but no one voiced the additional thought they shared: That’s not fair.

Marius was fast asleep when she looked over at him and hadn’t it been for Alex’s hand wrapping around her wrist when she made to pass by, she would have probably moved over to him and covered him with one of the blankets strewn over the back of one of the other couches.

“I will have to pass that opportunity on to someone else, though, sweetheart.”

She frowned her brows at him, but she didn’t miss the way Dominic’s eyes seemed to spark up at the Russian’s words. “What?”

“Eh, I can accept any kind of death but not one caused by a German,” he shrugged, turning his head to look at Dominic. “The poor man has shared you enough.”

When Dominic slipped into her room behind her, some time later, after some more talking (and complaining) in the common area, it was approaching midnight. They had all drunk a bit — Alex had insisted on a few rounds of vodka to celebrate his victory and his huge, selfless heart — and now Y/N felt nice and warm all over.

Dom, however, was still groaning half-heartedly under his breath and although he didn’t accept another man’s charity, his hands still grabbed her hips from behind and pulled her back against his chest.

“Come on, baby, you know I couldn’t let you win,” she smiled, pressing her ass against his pelvis before forcing him to let go of her so that she could turn around. “You know they would have complained about me cheating to make you win.”

He pouted and huffed, and leaned his head down to hide his face in the crook of her neck.

“You know you’re the only one I want between my legs,” she cooed, hands coming up his arms before her nails gently scraped down the back of his neck.

“But you and Marius…”

She chuckled. “Nothing happened, it was all in here,” and she left a kiss on the side of his head. “I did help him shower after you motherfuckers didn’t give him time to rest after his mission, but he only ate me out.”

“No sex?” His voice had the tone of a petulant child and it made her smile. It kind of gave her heart a squeeze, to see this fearless soldier worrying about the woman he wasn’t even official with having sex with someone else.

“Of course not! Why would I?” He let her pull his head back so that they could stare into each other’s eyes, then. “I’m sorry we played along and let you believe something more happened. It was just a silly way of getting back on you for being so insistent with him, I promise.”

“You’re cruel. Both of you,” he huffed. He still pecked her lips, however, and she smiled up at him.

“At least you got the most valuable part of the final prize, though…”

“By chance!” He picked her up with a grunt that tore a laugh out of her.

“It wasn’t by chance. I’m sure they would’ve all passed not to anger you,” she replied, caressing the back of his head as he laid her down on her bed. “The contest is over. They know you’d snap their fingers if they accepted.”

His groan vibrated against her cheek. “They’re all horny fuckers, they wouldn’t have said no. Bones heal, and two broken hands give you more time on leave, which is always nice.”

“Well, I’d still run back between your legs. That must count, no?”

“It does,” but he was already growing unfocused as his hands moved down to the elastic waistband of her yoga pants. “Now let me claim my prize and then we’ll see if you’ve been forgiven.”

She laughed at his antics but before he could understand what she was doing, she had pulled him into a hold and had reversed their positions.

“Since it’s just you and me, maybe another kind of payback would be more appropriate,” she smirked, sly, “don’t you agree?”

He tilted his head up and stared down at her, at her fingers playing with the button of his jeans, a smirk of his own slowly stretching on his lips. Her hands moved, then, and her cold fingers slipping under his t-shirt and gliding over the skin of his abdomen made his muscles tense as he shivered slightly.

“You were made just for me,” he muttered under his breath when her hands moved south again and made quick work of the button and zipper of his pants.

She chuckled. “I still don’t give in easily, though.” She pulled him up into a sitting position, then, and before he had the time to open his mouth to complain, she was murmuring in his ear, both hands tugging on the hem of his shirt: “Take this off, let me see your tattoos.”

He was quick at complying, tearing the piece of clothing from his body in one swift, fluid movement. She was on his lips right after, his head cradled in her hands as she ground down against him. Slow, unhurried, his hands moved from her hips to up her back, underneath her shirt, and when she gasped lightly at the goosebumps his rough skin caused, he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

It was almost lazy, and for a few minutes, they sat like that, with her in his lap, slowly grinding against his growing erection as they kissed. Then, when he pulled on her lower lip and bucked his hips up, she pulled back, pecked his lips once more, and pushed him back down on his back.

She kissed down his body. Down his neck, his chest, and then back up to his throat — kissing, licking, sucking hickeys on his inked skin. When she eventually reached the waistband of his pants and she looked up at him with a smirk on her lips, she found him already staring down at her, both arms under his head.

She giggled at the sight and before she could focus too much on the throbbing between her legs, she hooked her fingers under both pants and boxers and dragged them down his legs, dropping them to the floor.

He was hard. Hard and thick, arched up against his lower abdomen. For a moment, she was back to a few days ago, when he had come in his hand right next to her, a rough fuck leaving his lips as his back arched. He had been a sight to behold, that was for sure, and when she looked up at him now, she found that one of her hands had absentmindedly slipped into her pants already.

“Fuck, I missed this,” she groaned, grabbing both of his thighs as she moved to lie down between his legs.

“Me or my dick?”

“Both, you silly!” she chuckled, right before she licked a stripe up from his left ball to the tip of his cock.

He sighed, and in her peripheral vision she didn’t miss the way his head leaned back against the mattress when her tongue teased his slit.

“Just don’t tease,” he half-begged, half-warned, the fingers of one hand brushing against the back of her right one, still holding onto his hip. “I won’t last.”

“I’ll behave,” she hummed, lips pressed right under his glans. “Or I’ll try to, at least.”

He groaned his light frustration in a string of huffed German, but he eventually tried to relax back and spread his thighs a little wider for her.

Her thumb came up to smear his pre-cum around, and she proudly smiled at the hissing inhale he took at the sensation.

“Always so sensitive,” she hummed, that same thumb now tracing the rim of his cock’s head.

It was hard to focus when all she could think about was that sensation of fullness, of having him thrust up slowly into her in his usual attempt at driving her crazy.

When he begged her to take her clothes off, she didn’t have to be told twice: she pulled up, hastily removed her clothes, and just as her lips wrapped around his glans once more, two of her fingers moved down to her clit and then the wetness at her entrance. She groaned against him, tongue teasing his frenulum before her hand moved back up and her slick fingers wrapped around the base of his erection.

“Fuck, you touching yourself?” he groaned as one of his hands moved to lay on her head.

She took him deeper into her mouth, giving in to his silent request, and hummed her answer around him. His hips bucked and as she set a rhythm to the bobbing of her head, alternating between that and suckling his head, his moans grew louder, his breathless cussing more frequent.

He was gone the moment she took his balls in her hand, and she did her best to relax around him as he twitched in her mouth and ejaculated down her throat. Her name left his lips in a breathless plea and she almost missed it, lost as she was in his orgasm and in the insistent feeling growing inside her.

She suckled on his glans once more after he had finished ejaculating and she chuckled when he pulled her up and off of him.

“That was fast for your standards,” she giggled, giving him one last lick from base to the slit in his tip and watching him shiver.

“Shut up.”

She kissed her way up his body, then.

“You’re cute with your face all red,” she smiled, pecking his lips and moving her legs so that she was straddling him. “I sure missed that these days.”

After that, she let him catch his breath and when he opened his eyes again, his breathing now even, she didn’t miss the spark of mischief in his smirk and eyes.

“Maybe we should do another contest,” he said slowly, hips bucking up against her. They both moaned at the sensation, and his hands came down to her butt cheeks and squeezed them. When she hummed in question, his smirk grew into a grin. “A cock-sucking one.”

“You’re dreaming!” she laughed. “I don’t share what’s mine, you prick.”

His expression softened into a smile and his hands trailed up her spine, fingertips soft and barely-there, forcing goosebumps in their wake. “So I’m yours?”

“Did you have doubts about it?”

He shrugged one shoulder and smoothed the frown on her forehead with his thumb. “Nah, it’s just good to hear you say it for once.”

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stixxxy · 3 years

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Merry Siegemas All! Day 12.

Sorry for posting so late, but I finally got home- thank you so much to @dualrainbow for allowing me to take part in Day 12 of this fun r6s writing event. :D

And apologies in advance incase there’s any grammar errors- I write and grammar check myself.

Fun Short Story; about 1.5k words.

Promt: Unexpectedly spending the holidays together

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"You'd recon these people have at least some families for Christmas," James 'Smoke' Porter sighed, rubbing his hands together in trying to warm up to the cold Northern British atmosphere.

The north was never actively warm, which actively meant that late December would (as James would say) cause you to "Freeze your tits off", it got cold and dark quickly with wind and rain but alas no snow, snow was rare to see despite the country's cold atmosphere. It was a few days before Christmas as well; so instead of being home or in the base with friends- Porter, Mark 'Mute' Chandlar, Dominic ‘Bandit’ Brunsmeier, and Sébastien ‘Buck’ Côté had been sent to the Shetland isles in hope that they could work on developing a secret base so to speak just as a last resort. The place wasn't so bad- it was just extremely freezing but at least the town was quite nice. At the centre there were bright lights hanging from the olden wind beating buildings, a large festively decorated tree sat in the opening besides the shore. Moods were high throughout the few townsfolk they saw- 2 days before Christmas always brought either stress or glee, which you clearly could tell by how the people commuted.

"They're terrorists," Mute responded, "they hate happiness. Be thankful we're just sorting out a base."

Mark spoke in a tone that was almost as bitter as the northern air which prickled at James’ skin. ‘Even if the white masks didn’t kill us before we get to the base, the cold sure would have’ the Londoner thought. James didn’t get why they needed yet another base- they already had England and Greece, they were about to colonise an island in north Scotland next. Harry had insisted that the base was meant for training in ‘harsher environments’, and since Russia probably would say no to a military group that wasn’t theirs, the next best thing was Scotland.

“I still think we could have bribed Jordan to come,” The voice of the German operator piped up, as he and their Canadian coworker, Sébastian, jogged up the small hill with their kit.

Smoke turned his head towards the duo approaching, “And have him complaining nonstop?”

“Source of entertainment I call it.”

Buck looked at the three other operators, “what did I do wrong to be picked with you people?”

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The trip was originally scheduled for the 4 operators to camp overnight, get a feel for the place and then decide whether it would make a decent enough area for training with harsher/colder environments. The harsher and colder had already been challenging before the group even reached their site- there was no denying that fact. Sébastian had been the only one who hadn’t complained yet, that was until a certain shorter than average Brit accidentally got his clothes wet.. which lead to Mark reluctantly lending Buck one of his hoodies. So the trip was going swell.

“If i give you £20 will you let me share your sleeping bag?”

“Piss off.”

After the request, James received an elbow to the his side- a smile growing oh his face but again they returned back to their quiet. Sounds of the ocean they sat lulled the silence, distant talking and cars came and went as the minutes went by.

“How’s lily?” For a change Mark initiated a conversation, putting his phone down on the grass besides him.

James let out a sigh, bringing a hand to go through his hair. He paused.

“I promised her this year I’d be with her for Christmas, like- the whole 2 weeks she gets off,” he started, turned to his hands which he was fiddling with his sleeves with. “I don’t know how Zofia can do it- do this and then be a mother. What kind of parent am I if I barely even see my kid?”

Silence once again filled the air, Mute leaned back- his arms supporting his body as he thought. He was never one for emotional conversations, he could ramble about computer science for hours but the second it gets touchy and feely- his brain shuts off. Mark turned to James who’s face was the opposite of how he usually was, a frown plastered on his lips and his normally bright eyes were tinted dimly.

“I’m sure she understands, it is your job after all. She’s 16; when I w-“

“-She’s not like you Mark,” James snapped, turning to face the younger, “You’re practically a child genius who has no manners socially, Lily’s... you know what the kid’s like.”

James nuzzled his chin into his scarf, in a way to both shut himself off and to try warm himself up before he started to cry and freeze his cheeks off. He never felt homesick, James loved his job, but he just hated that he couldn’t keep a promise.

“At least you’ll be with her for Christmas Day.”

The only response was a small breath and a nod.

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Sharing a tent with 3 other men was not Sébastians initial plan for Christmas eve’s eve- likewise having to borrow one of the others’ clothes because his own got soaked by a prank. He knew he wouldn’t get to visit home this year but spending Christmas with his friends wasn’t so bad, Sébastian was just lucky he had managed to visit Canada for his birthday a few months prior.

“Fucking freezing out here,” the words of Dominic alerted Séb from his book, a hint of tiredness in his voice.

“It’s not too cold,” Buck smiled, moving in his seat besides the small campfire.

The German scoffed, “because you have a hoodie which is too big, a beanie and gloves. My gloves to be exact.”

“You offered.”

Dominic pushed Sébastian’s beanie over Séb’s face as he walked by to sit on the seat besides his teammate. A small laugh coming from him while he watched the Canadian huff when he reorganised his beanie.

“Before I forget; Harry called- there’s a storm coming to welcome us a merry Christmas,” Séb knew where this was going. Bandit dipped his head and then leaned back, “he thinks we’re going to be stuck here for a few days longer than expected.”

“Typical.”

Dominic kicked his legs up onto the stand besides the fire, “he did say we could stay at a friend of his rather than risk being killed by the high winds of Scotland.”

“How thoughtful.”

It wasn’t long until Mark and James returned, the news hit James hard; being in the middle of nowhere for Christmas was never ideal- at least they weren’t alone in the middle of nowhere.

James sighed, sitting up in his sleeping bag- the wind was already starting to pick up and the rain was battering the tens thin material. Silent breathing from the sleeping people continued, unfazed by the storm brewing. Smoke lay back down, staring at the green above him. Butterflies fluttered around in his stomach- anxiety from both Christmas being the next day and the fact he couldn’t keep a single promise towards his daughter. If only it wasn’t raining he could at least walk the nerves off.

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“For professionals you all like to sleep in.”

A Scottish man let out a laugh, watching the four Rainbow operators crawl out of the tent in dampened clothes as the tent got ripped after something bumped into it due to the high winds the previous night.

“You try sleeping in a leaking tent,” The pleasant morning voice of Mute spoke, “then we can talk about ‘sleep in’.”

A hearty laugh came from the man, “well if it means anything, I’m sorry about your situation.”

Sébastian stepped up, apologising for the other three’s attitude- making some small chat to the Scottsman who was called Duncan.

—

“Hey Lilypad,” James stood in the hallway- looking around at the tinsel wrapped around the staircase, “so plans changed, I’m sorry.”

“You promised dad-“

“I know.. I know- there’s a storm and the boats been cancelled-“

Dominic appeared from the doorway, “Porter?”

“I’m coming,” James mouthed then turned to the phone,” I’ll hopefully be back for Boxing Day- we can get Gramps and everyone over. I’ll, I’ll make it up to you Lils.”

“It’s... Sorry’s not good enough okay?”

Before he could even mutter another ‘sorry’, the line went dead.

James sat on the staircase, letting his head fall into his hands. It was the one thing he and Lily had been looking forward too, 2 weeks together for Christmas and having the family over; god how he missed his own parents. A person slid down to sit a stair above, resting a comforting hand on James’ shoulder.

“Coming from someone who’s been through the same thing as Lily, she knows it’s not your fault,” the Quebec man let out a small laugh, “of course she’s hurt, but you’re her dad; she loves you and as long as you both have each other- she’ll forgive you. Just let her process.”

James nodded, inhaling a shaky breath. He patted the hand on his shoulder and stood up.

“Let’s make this a good Christmas from what we have,” he turned to Séb who promptly followed him down.

“You gehirnverweigerer! Just tell me what the fucking thing is! The zucker! STOP LAUGHING JUST TELL ME WHAT IT IS!” The voice of a very angry Dominic came from the kitchen.

Buck smiled and wrapped an arm around the English man, “Merry Christmas James.”

“Merry Christmas to you too.”

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todragonsart · 4 years

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The taste of wine - Chapter 1 - Siege-O-Ween Oct 29th

Prompt: “I suppose, my secret’s out”

I welcome everybody back! It’s been such a long-long-long time, since I actually enjoyed writing something. I mean, times like that happen to any kind of writer or artist, and I’m just so happy to be out of it. This was so much fun, and why would we stop at just 6000 words? Come on!

Okay, honestly, I wanted to stop. I wanted to write a shorter one, but it kept going and going and going and now I’m planning like... 4 more chapters and a prologue :’) DoN’t HuRt Me PlEaSe <3

As always, I can’t thank @r6shippingdelivery and @freedert95 enough for helping me with the beta-reading. You two are absolutely life-and-sanity-saving and I love you both very much.

Oh and also, this is for @dualrainbow‘s Halloween event, so thank you guys too, for resurrecting me from the dead!

I hope you enjoy!!

“I want you to help me die.”

Mike turned towards the man standing on his right, eyes wide with shock. He let his gaze wander, just for a second, on the other. His tall, proud posture, his handsome face, basking in the dim candle light, his gentle, green eyes now looking at him full with hope, expecting help. How could a so-called monster look this innocent, the soldier couldn’t fathom. Why would he want to die? And more importantly, why would he want to be killed by somebody like Mike?

In his wondering, he almost missed the way the other’s lips pulled into a small smile. “You won’t help me, will you?”

Lifting his chin a bit, Mike looked the other in the eyes and he couldn’t help, but think ‘what a waste’, but shook his head anyway. “I will.”

The man seemed caught off guard- almost surprised for a second, but his smile widened as hope filled him even more.

Mike shook his head, looking away. What a waste.

But how did he get into this situation in the first place?

The Boogie-man. Zombies. Ghosts. Mummies. Werewolves. Monsters . Mike Baker had never really understood them. He understood the concept, and the literature, but he didn’t understand the need. It was just the need to be scared. Or even more, the need to force the fear of darkness into the shape of something understandable. Because that is what all these so-called supernatural monsters were, weren’t they? Just images made by scared children on a moonless night. A howl? A wolf! A growl? A zombie! A mug falling down? Definitely the leftovers of a dead person. Not the wind. Obviously not the wind.

Mike never said that he didn’t believe that something was hiding in the dark, far from it - being a soldier, facing new threats every other day made him learn that in fact there was always something around the corner, ready to attack. But nonetheless, he was sceptical of the supernatural.

Living in this world for 54 years he never met any kind of supernatural monster that could have been killed with only silver, salt or fire. In fact the only monsters he met were people. People acted way worse then any animal or entity ever could, hurting others and themselves, acting selfish and rude, being agressive and stupid. Obviously not every person, but he was facing terrorists, he believed he had seen the worst of worsts. He had seen men murdering innocent people, he had seen organizations turn children into mindless soldiers and he had seen mothers killing their loved ones and then themselves for the ‘greater good’. He had seen a lot. Like a lot . But he had never met any kind of supernatural monster, so yeah.

He had every right to be sceptical, and ironical, because he did not understand the fear of the unknown and darkness like a normal person did. Howls? There was no werewolf able to sound as a friend dying from an open wound. A growl? The unhappy sound of a terrorist being cuffed. A mug falling down? The reaction to a newly found biochemical weapon. No monsters, just people. Bad-people.

He started to feel bad for the monsters in books, tv shows and poems at one point. All that screaming, shouting and wanting to capture or kill them… Why were they the ones being chased? That was the other question. Why were the monsters always bad? Why would a werewolf or zombie or mummy or anything attack the human beings, like they did in the stories? To hunt them, taste their blood and eat them and their brains? Oh come on.

The fact that sharks don’t even like the taste of human meat must mean something!

But it could be the blood... All animals had blood, why would a vampire attack that one human being, when they could hunt a calm cow, or something. Much less screaming, much less effort, much easier target.

And don’t even start with the brain bullshit. Why would anything try to eat the brain?! The people mindlessly attacking others for being a little bit different than they are were empty anyway!

And also, why would a demon or spirit or whatever the fuck attack humans after their life? What if they are stuck and just need help? What if they just want to be friends?!

He believed in ghosts, tho, he did. But not the… ‘the white sheet with two holes for the eyes on it’ kind, obviously. He believed the ghosts of the past. The screaming in his nightmares about the wars, the eyeless people standing behind him in the mirror, the feeling of his mother’s gentle hand on his shoulder.

Ghosts.

But not the hollywood ghosts scaring innocent people. His own ghosts. Some of them were bad, some of them were good, even soothing. Mementos of his childhood, his first love, his daughter. Good ghosts, who never wanted to hurt him, in fact most of the time, they helped him in their own way.

And after all… everything started with a ghost.

The ghost of his father.

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When he first noticed the familiar figure, he was in the middle of buying baked beans in the supermarket. He was all alone, thinking about calling Penelope after dinner, to ask where would his grandson want to go this year for a little Trick-or-treating during Halloween, minding his own business with the cans, when he noticed a tall, dark figure just outside the shop’s front window.

He didn’t even notice it first, but when he felt the unmistakable feeling of being watched, he looked up, right at the dark figure. The long coat, the old hat, the wide shoulders; he caught himself thinking, Dad…? But his father died at least thirty years ago, so yeah. It was kinda suspicious.

He looked around, trying to find out if anybody could see the figure, and as he looked back, the window was empty.

Strange.

But the ghost of his father had never been a bad omen. Maybe he should visit his grave. Or perhaps it was a reminder that he forgot to put on his watch this morning, the one that once belonged to his father.

Shrugging, he went back to pick the beans and that was it.

Or so he thought.

Because, not long after this, he noticed the figure again. He was just arriving to his boat after a disgustingly long day of work, ready to open a beer and crash on his couch, when he saw the familiar silhouette from his peripheral vision. He turned his head, but as the last time, the figure was gone.

Mike lifted an eyebrow. It was his father’s birthday coming up soon. Heh. Motherfucker never missed a chance to make people wish him happy birthday after all.

Shrugging it off again, he entered the boat, and did as he planned with his beer and couch.

But obviously, it happened again. The tall figure standing patiently, just looking at him from afar when he arrived home, bought his supplies, walked down the streets. The well known shadow never moving, never looking like it was alive, never changing.

He once even noticed the figure standing at the docks, as if waiting for him to get home. It was strange and the feeling of being watched never seemed to disappear.

The last straw was when he noticed the shadow during the night he was with his daughter and grandson, Trick or treating, having fun. He almost missed it again, the silhouette standing in a dark alleyway just the other side of the road. As he saw the shadow there, Mike got furious all of a sudden. Hanging around, waiting for him was one thing, but bugging him during family times? A real jerk move.

As he noticed, he immediately stopped in his track and turned towards the figure, stepping down the pathway. His gaze was fixed on the figure that looked like its usual, frozen self, but as it noticed his attempt of getting closer, it did the strangest thing: it moved.

It wasn’t a scared wince or anything a normal human would do when they were discovered doing something bad, it was just a surprised lift of shoulders and a slight tilt of hat, but it was something . And as Mike took one more step forward, the figure did the same thing backward. And that was when the good omen of his father turned into a human monster, because who else would follow him around every night just standing still and watching. He had a stalker. One of the most disgusting kind of monsters.

His instincts kicking in, he reached for his gun, but the second he touched it an ear-rippingly loud car honk pushed him out of his state of mind. He was standing in the middle of the road and a very angry driver just honked at him again.

Looking at the man behind the wheel, Mike sniffed and let his gun slip back into its holster. He glanced back at the figure, but that motherfucker was gone. Of fucking course.

Great.

Not caring for the loud honking at all, he turned back and stepped on the pathway again.

A stalker.

Glancing back at the other side of the road, he lifted his chin, looking around.

A ghost? A stalker? A monster, maybe. A human one, who was apparently afraid of him.

It didn’t matter. It was time to end their relationship.

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Except the figure disappeared.

Not in the term a ghost would, because Mike still felt like he was being watched, but he didn’t see the silhouette again. It pissed him off, but he was smarter than giving up. Instead, he turned to his team.

He asked Marius - one of the best tinkerers the world has ever seen in his opinion - to install a few cameras around his boat, so that he can monitor every movement from within his home, and Marius - although a little bit weirded out - delivered. Mike was satisfied, he finally got a chance to get ahead of the mysterious staker, now all he needed to was to be patient and he never had a problem with that.

He waited for three weeks without seeing the shadow again, but on the fourth Friday, he finally caught it on record. Since the cameras were recording live, and he spent his nights sitting in front of them, he just caught a glimpse of the figure’s coat. It was fucking four in the morning, and he was doozing off before, but the second he saw the movement, he got on his feet and reaching for his gun, he rushed to the exit of his boat, all tiredness forgotten.

The adrenaline was rushing in his ears as he burst out of the door, gun in hand. It took him just half a second to find the figure in the darkness, then he was already charging towards it, running like he never ran before.

“Stop right there!” he shouted and again, he caught the figure off guard; it winced from the sudden sound in the otherwise peaceful night. It looked around, trying to find a place to hide, clearly trying to escape, but the old soldier was fast. The moment the figure turned away in an attempt to run, it made a mistake and Mike caught it’s arm in his iron grip. The force of him tugging at the figure efficiently knocked it’s hat off just to reveal a patch of sweaty, ginger hair. He lifted an eyebrow, tugging at the arm again, trying to get a better look, but the figure just seemed to have more than enough of this abuse.

Knowing all too well that trying to slip from Mike’s grip was a useless motion, it instead planted its feet and turning on its heels it kicked the soldier on his side, efficiently knocking the air out of his lungs. Wheezing, Mike immediately let go of the arm, gasping for air. Growling swears he looked at the figure, but it was on the run already, making distance between the two of them.

Spitting, Mike got himself together, and rushed after the figure. He had been waiting for this fight since Halloween and he wasn’t going to let that motherfucker run away once more. The figure was fast, but Mike was angry, and it made him more dangerous and reckless. He had no problem keeping up with the pace, in fact, he was catching up to the shadow step by step. He was ready to finish this.

In their chase, Mike kind of forgot to look where he was going, but it didn’t really matter. The only thing in front of his eyes was the prize of finally catching this motherfucking stalker, the changing of landscape around them didn’t matter at all-

Until it did.

Mike had no idea how, but they ended up in the more abandoned corner of Hereford. There were mostly suburban areas or empty factories on this side of the town. How did they even get here!? He looked around in concern, taking deep breaths. He had no idea, he only started to notice everything around him just now.

He still had the figure right in front of him, but their distance started to grow as his legs got tired of the running. The adrenaline in his blood slowly faded away, and with that, his energy did too.

He soon noticed himself gasping for air, his sight getting a bit blurry, slowing down, which was- not a problem namely because the figure was heading towards the last building in the line, which turned out to be a… a church? Really? A church.

Before he could ridicule the shadow in his head, he saw it run straight up the front stairs of the building, and the next thing reaching his mind was the loud band of the door being shut.

Taking big gulps of air, Mike let himself collapse on the ground, eyes fixed on the building. This might have been the strangest night of his entire life, and it was far from over. Giving himself a few minutes, he just sat there, watching the building, kind of waiting for the figure to escape again, but there was no movement around the church. Odd.

He wiped the sweat off of his forehead and stretched as he stood up. Twisting, he popped his spine and with a low groan he approached the church. He couldn’t see any movement around the door, but as he stepped on the first stair, he noticed how a light had been lit in the window of the church tower. So, there was somebody home.

He pulled his gun out - just in case - and stepped to the door, slowly pushing it in; it wasn’t even properly closed. Holding his weapon as steady as possible, Mike stepped in. It was pitch black. Grimacing, he fished his small flashlight out of his pocket, turning it on. The narthex was empty, only a few old benches left, waiting since god-knows how long, for people who never came.

Mike looked around and noticed a smaller entrance door. Stepping there, he glanced inside the nave and seeing no movement, he entered. Looking around, he lowered his gun a little. Rows of benches, hand-made pillars, a few old, wooden sculptures of Saints here and there, with their additional little plaques of info. Mike hummed, directing his flashlight at each of them. There was nothing unusual, really just a worn down little church. He didn’t even know that there was a church in this part of the town and he has been living here for a good 10 years now.

Getting deeper into the building, he started to measure the space in his head, trying to find the stairs into the attic. It was a small church so it was not many places where they could hide the way up. His hard guess was behind the main altar, so he made his way there, making sure he was as silent as possible.

As he arrived into the crossing, he stopped to take a quick look into both of the transept sides, that was when he noticed it. It wasn’t a big thing to notice, but it was strange on its own. On one side he saw an old Virgin Mary, the other held an equally old St. Joseph. Squinting, he glanced back at the other sculptures in the nave. All of them were old, but otherwise clean. The benches were left to rot, but every statue was in the best shape, not a single part missing or paint being spotty.

“What the fuck?” Mike heard himself whisper, but glanced in the direction of the main altar. The Jesus there was in the best shape possible. Mike shook his head, and stepped up to the main altar. He glanced at the sculpture, tilting his head a little. “Listen, if he is just a strange fan of mine I won’t hurt him, but otherwise… I can’t promise you anything. Don’t come after me later, okay?” with a smirk, he shook his head. Always an atheist.

Behind the altar, he noticed a small door, hidden from even the front rows. Getting more and more relaxed in this very strange situation, he lowered his gun completely as he entered the small door and there he found it. The stairs to the attic! According to the soft lights at the top of the stairs, he found what he was looking for.

He switched off his flashlight and started to climb still as silent as possible. He was about… 99,9% sure the stalker knew about him, but still. This time, he wanted to be the one hiding in the dark.

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He was around half of the stair when he heard some kind of a rustling under his boots. He froze in the middle of his movement - not wanting to be heard -, and looked down in a slight panic. Squinting, he leant down; a plastic bag? Okay, what now?!

He gently stepped off the bag and lifted it up in the weak light of the staircase. Mike’s eyes rounded as he recognized the object in his hand. It was a very strong bag with rows and rows of writing printed on it, informing the handler about the date, the place and the type of blood. 0-. Mike closed his eyes and opened them again, hoping that the plastic bag would… maybe miraculously turn into fairy dust and butterflies, but the plastic bag remained. Normally he was okay to see this bag, it was a useful little object, you know, saving lives here and there, but- this one was empty. Why the fuck was it emtpy, it was clearly used before. He glanced up at the top of the stairs. Okay what the fuck.

Taking a gulp of air, he stuffed the bag in his pocket and continued his way up. As he got to the last few steps, he first noticed a door on top of the stairs, and it being slightly open, he heard a soft sound. Stopping yet again, he tried to concentrate, and soon could make out the sound of fabric rustling and gentle tones of a piano.

Getting more and more confused, he finished his journey up, lifted his gun in front of himself, and without knocking or giving any warning, he burst into the attic, just to be greeted by a pair of green eyes fixed on him. He lifted his eyebrows. He has seen this look somewhere, but he couldn’t, for the love of god, tell where.

The eyes belonged to a - very - handsome face of a young man. He had elegant and sharp features, with a bit of arrogance hidden in his posture. He was without a doubt attractive, but Mike couldn’t care, because the young man had locks of ginger hair on his head, and who had that as well? His dear stalker. So he pointed the gun at the other, who was annoyingly calm.

“It took you long enough to get up the stairs. Might be the age,” said the stranger, with an amused little smirk. He looked away, down to the table and reaching out he poked on the phone laying on the surface. The soft piano stopped. “I started to get worried.”

Anger building in him, Mike gritted his teeth. “Who are you? Why are you following me? What do you want? What the fuck is this?!”

The stranger smiled at that, looking back at him, never noticing the gun. “My name is Olivier Flament. I have been following you, because I need to ask you a favour. I would like to ask for your help in an important matter. As for what… I believe this is my home.”

Struck by the strange honesty of the other Mike blinked a few, lowering his gun just a tiny bit. “What matter? Why were you following me?”

“I told you, I need your hel-”

Mike cut in. “Why were you following me everywhere for almost three months?”

The man fell silent, he glanced at the table. He almost seemed… shy?

“Spit it out!” Mike grumbled, making the other look up. His posture might have been calm, but his eyes were like the sea before the storm.

“I didn’t know how to approach you, see my lifesty-”

“So you decided to follow me, even with my family and when I try to catch you, you run? Almost not suspicious.”

Olivier looked at him for a few long seconds, trying to figure him out. It has been harder than he planned so far, and if he didn’t play it cool, he would get into a deep problem. “Look, I didn’t mean to scare you, but-”

“Oh you didn’t scare me.” Mike lifted his gun, pointing straight to the other’s head. “You made me angry. ”

The young man turned his head down, now looking guilty. “I didn’t mean to. I would never hurt you or your family, I swear to God. I need your help. Please, just listen-!”

Mike watched him, standing there, one hand on the table, leaning there a bit, trying to move away from him. He noticed something… inhuman in this man, something otherworldly. The posture, the face, the eyes… It was so strange. Not unpleasant, far from it, just odd.

The soldier lowered his gun a little, and took the plastic bag out of his pocket, throwing it in front of the other. “What is this crap?”

Looking down, Olivier hummed. “That’s my favourite. I probably had the same type back in the Dark Ages, and now I find it delicious.”

Mike’s grip on the gun tightened. “Quit the jokes, mate!”

The young man didn’t answer, he just glanced to the left. Following his eyes, Mike looked away, just to see a little fridge. It had an open cooler bag in front of it, what had about 10-15 similar blood packs in it. He looked at the man again, grimacing in disgust. “You are sick.”

The other shook his head. “I am really not. Don’t think that I enjoy drinking human blood in particular. It is not a very exciting diet after 800 years, but it does what it needs to, and still better than starving, or hunting and hurting the innocent.”

Mike glanced at the bags again, and then back at the man standing in front of him. “If you tell me, you are a fucking vampire, I will vomit.”

The sides of Olivier’s mouth pulled up into a gentle smile, and crossing his arms in front of him, he nodded. “I suppose… my secret’s out.”

“You are joking!” Mike blinked.

Olivier shook his head with that amused little smile. “No. And you didn’t vomit. Surprising.”

The soldier shook his head. “You are crazy!”

“Says the man who chased another through a town, gun held high, ready to murder.”

With an unamused grimace Mike rolled his eyes. “You should be happy that I’m just holding my gun and not using it.”

“Not to sound too smart, but that wouldn’t do too much harm on my body. See, this is the problem. As far as I know, I’m pretty undestroyable.”

Mike lifted an eyebrow. “Huh?”

Olivier nodded. “If you would like, I can show you,” before finishing, he already reached for a letter opener on his table. It looked sharp, and he held it out for Mike to see, then without a heartbeat, he pressed the edge into his own palm.

For reasons unknown, Mike immediately reached out, to catch his hands before he could hurt himself, but confusion hit him even more, when there was not a single drop of blood coming out of the wound. In fact, the raw flesh - or at least what was supposed to be the raw flesh - did not look the way it was supposed to look like. It was not red and healthy, but grey and… there wasn’t any blood. Not a single drop.

Mike slapped his palm across his mouth, and shutting his eyes, he took two steps back, turning his face away. There was no blood, there was no smell, there was nothing . Nothing human. What the fuck. Now he felt like vomiting. He looked up at Olivier. “What the fuck is… What!?”

The man looked at him and humming, he put down the letter opener. He picked up a piece of fabric, wrapped it around his hand. It didn’t really serve any purpose other than hiding the disturbing wound from Mike out of pure sympathy. It wasn’t an easy thing to see. “You seemed very confident in yourself just a second ago.”

“Fuck.” With a huge sigh, Mike held back his dinner, and taking a deep breath he adjusted his posture. “Okay. Okay. Let’s pretend, for a second, that I believe you. What do you really want? What kind of help do you need from me ? Do you want to eat me, or something? That is why am I here?”

Hearing this, Olivier suddenly seemed annoyed. “If you would just calm down a little, I would tell you everything!”

“Get on with it!” Mike shouted suddenly, with his gun held up again.

The man- or vampire- or what the fuck stood there, mouth slightly open, eyes helpless. He bit his bottom lip and turned his head down again, lifting both his hands in a soothing motion. “Please... “ he glanced up at him again, almost scared. “I know exactly how this sounds, alright? But I… I don’t want to cause harm to you, I swear. I wanted to introduce myself to you, but I have spent the last… forty-something years of my life being in- being alone, and I had no idea how to approach you! This is the truth, I don’t- I don’t want to hurt you, you are not my type! I do not even enjoy hunting humans, all that screaming and blood and waste…” Olivier shook his head slowly, looking Mike in the eyes. “I swear. I don’t want to eat you, I don’t want to harm you, I’m more than happy with those bags. I genuinely need your help!”

With jaws clenched, Mike watched his every move, considering his options. He slowly lowered his gun, and side-eyeing the vampire, he turned around to observe the surroundings. It was a way of getting used to the situation, and also it was a test of the other. He wanted to see how Olivier reacts to him in his own home, if it could even be called that. With a frown, he looked around.

The attic was spacious, with a few smaller windows built into the roof. It was divided into two, a smaller room, which reminded him of an office, that was where they were standing. It had a heavy, old table - Olivier waiting patiently beside that - pushed under a window, close to the wall, an equally old leather chair, a few cabinets with papers, candles, smaller and bigger containers, a small, locked chest, and other unusual stuff piled on them and the fridge with the fantastic blood bags in it.

The other half of the attic was just behind Olivier. Not knowing what to expect, Mike looked around. He didn’t see a bed or a coffin or anything where somebody would be able to rest comfortably, but he had a hard guess that Oliver - if he was truly what he said to be - didn’t really need sleep. However he saw an old couch and two nice armchairs in front of a- a- a bookshelf. Well. A bookshelf was a very, very weak expression. It wasn’t just one bookshelf, he saw at least three or four of them, and each one was stacked with books. And not just the shelves, no, there were books everywhere. Everywhere. It looked like a motherfucking library over there. Piles of books behind the couch, around the armchairs, stuffed into the window slots, put on the beams and around the columns. It was so messy, yet amazing, Mike couldn’t help but let an amused little snort out.

He looked back at Olivier, who was still standing next to the table, waiting for him, without a single movement. He didn’t take a breath, he didn’t blink. Sniffing, Mike lowered his gun completely. “A vampire?”

Olivier nodded.

“How old are you?”

“As far as I remember, I have been turned-” he hummed. “ around AD 750-850.”

Mike lifted an eyebrow. “What do you mean ‘around’?”

Olivier cleared his throat, looked away as if he was embarrassed. “We didn’t really have birth certificates back then and my memory is kind of blurry from a 1200 years of perspective, don’t judge me.”

Mike hummed. “Is this your real name?”

“I have been called many names over the years, I don’t know if you have noticed, but it’s sort of suspicious if somebody uses a name for 1200 years, but don’t worry. For those who I wish to get close to myself I am Olivier Flament, yes.”

“Why are you talking like this…? I’m a simple man.”

“Then you might know that old habits die hard.”

Not being able to hold back, Mike smirked at that. “Touché.”

Olivier nodded gently. “Would you like to ask anything else?”

“Who turned you? Are there more of you?”

Looking away, Olivier started to fidget with the phone - actually an iPhone - on his table. “I don’t really know who turned me and I don’t know about the others. To be honest, I don’t wish to have any connection with them anymore. I have had enough, especially since the so-called “Dracula” figure ruined our reputation in popular culture.”

Lifting his eyebrows, Mike almost burst out laughing. “You are- you are hurt by the movies?”

“Since they tell false facts, obviously yes.”

“Why don’t you correct them, then?”

Now it was Olivier’s turn to lift his eyebrow. “And how do you expect me to do that? March over, knock on the silver gates of Hollywood and say ‘Excuse me, we do not actually sparkle under the sunlight, says me, an actual vampire!’ or what? I’m not a fool. As soon as I tell the humans what I am, there would be one of these two options: one, they would want me to turn them into vampires as well, for the fun of living forever, or the second, they would panic as the herd of animals they are and chase me until they either catch or kill me. Not like they would succeed in any of these options, but it’s easier for me to just lay back in silence and busy myself with the old knowledge of the early ages.”

Mike, taken aback, just shut up for a few seconds, lifting his palms in a protective gesture, but it was for the looks only. He somehow did not feel the need to protect himself anymore, in fact, Oivier reacting so seriously to a simple joke put him at ease. He liked it here, and he found himself being interested in the other. It was still a far-fetched idea, and he was still 60% sure that he will wake up on the ground in his boat, with a few empty bottles of whiskey around him, but this wasn’t so bad after all. The vampire seemed almost nice, and he was never really down to judge at the first glance, so why not wait and hear him out?

Noticing his own rambling, Olivier fake-cleared his throat again and turned down his head. “I’m sorry.”

“I assume you have been saving this up since a very long time.”

“Indeed.”

With a small, amused smile Mike shrugged. “It’s okay. But if you don’t want to tell people what you are, why tell me?”

“I have heard about you before, and I trust that you won’t tell my secret to anybody. I believe you could help me with my problem. I know it is very hard for you to understand my reasons and drive, but I put my trust into you.”

Mike narrowed his eyes. “What do you need my help for?”

“I want you to help me die.”

In his wandering, he almost missed the way the other’s lips pulled into a small smile. “You won’t help me, will you?”

Lifting his chin a bit, Mike looked the other in the eyes and he couldn’t help, but think ‘what a waste’, but shook his head anyway. “I don’t enjoy murdering people, but if you have a good enough reason I will. But you have lots and lots of explaining to do before we get to it.”

The man seemed caught off guard- almost surprised for a second, but his smile widened as hope filled him even more.

Mike shook his head, looking away. What a waste. He didn’t like the idea of killing the other. He kind of started to like him in a very twisted way, but he understood why somebody would want to die after 1200 years of living in the dark.

Olivier stepped closer to him, offering his hand gently, a smile as bright as the sun.

Mike glanced away with a low sigh. “What have I gotten myself into? Mike Baker, by the way.”

“I know!” with a soft laugh, the vampire shook his hand. “I told you, I have heard about you. And as for what… Let’s just sit down, and let me tell you my story first, okay?”

Stepping back a little, Mike looked him in the eyes. After a long pause, he nodded. “Okay. You can start with how you know me.”

Olivier nodded, and stepped into the other part of the attic, gesturing towards one of the armchairs. “Have a seat.”

Mike put his gun on the big table and followed Olivier into the ‘living-room’. He looked around a bit, observing the piles of books here and there and with an amused smirk, he sat down. The armchair creaked under his weight and he frowned. “How long since you invited anybody here?”

Olivier looked at him, sitting down on the couch. “This is a fairly new place for me, truth to be told, I have only lived here for about ten years. But in the term of having interaction with humans and other vampires… It’s been just about thirty years or so. I prefer being alone.”

Nodding, Mike kicked off his shoes and put his legs on top of a strong pile of books. Olivier rolled his eyes with a smile, but he didn’t say anything. “So,” Mike began. “Why me?”

Fidgeting with his fingers, the vampire looked away, and then back at Mike. “I knew your grandfather, and also your dad.”

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Doktor’s Curse

Happy Halloween!!!

I really wanted to write a short story based off of the special event going on in R6 right now and I’m glad I managed to get it done in time before spooky season ends. This is my first R6 fic so hope you all enjoy!

Thud.

The creature fell to the dust covered floor. With a grunt, Olivier pulled his weapon out of its head. Bits of brain and hair clung to his hammer and blood dripped down the handle. As he straightened up, he took a good look at the motionless body.

“Merde.”

Its skull was almost completely smashed in, leaving the creature nearly unrecognizable except for its eyes. They were pale and unseeing, but were still, very distinctly, the eyes of JTF2 specialist, Tina. Tightening his grasp on his hammer, he sighed and moved farther into the darkness.

Of all the missions he had ever been on since enlisting as a soldier, this was the most difficult. Each kill, each death that was on his hands had deeply affected him. All the time he spent praying for forgiveness could never abolish him of his sins.

Yet here he was. Creeping around in an old abandoned amusement park in Hong Kong, tasked with the responsibility of destroying all the monsters that were roaming this god forsaken place. The thing that made this mission so difficult for Olivier was that these creatures were once his teammates - his friends. Unfortunately, there was no saving them from what misfortune had befallen them. He’d like to think that killing them was merciful and that he was putting them out of their misery. But no matter how hard he tried, the only thoughts that ran through his head were the memories he had shared with these people.

A flash of movement to the left pulled Olivier from his thoughts. Better stay focused on the mission than risk becoming one of those things. Olivier moved softly and swiftly. Following the monster, he was led to a dimly lit room. Candle light flickered gently and caused shadows to dance across the walls. The creature was hunched beside a hospital gurney in the far corner of the room.

It stroked the forehead of the man strapped to the gurney and quietly hissed, “Shhh... shhh... Tais-toi! Stop withering, you fool! I’ll just remove part of your prefrontal cortex and you’ll be much easier to handle.”

Olivier crept along the wall slowly approaching the figure. He could see the blood stained lab coat and the scalpel in its hand. He could also head the muffled cries of agony from its victim. Lifting his hammer over his head, he began to charge towards the monster.

“Olivier, what a surprise.”

He halted in his tracks, lowering the hammer back down to his side. He should’ve been prepared for this encounter. He knew this moment was coming, but hearing his voice left him defenseless. He could barely hear his own voice over the erratic beating of his heart in his ears as he whispered a response, “Gustave, what have you done?”

“I’m making history!” The doctor gestured wildly around the room as if it justified his horrific actions. “I’m making everyone stronger, faster, better than they once were! Imagine all the incredible things that are possible because of the experiments that took place in this castle. It’s magnificent, n’est pas?

“You’re supposed to be a humanitarian. Je ne comprends.... What happened to you?”

“Humanitarian? Think of all the death and destruction we’ve caused. All for humanity.” He let out a maniacal laugh, “What bullshit. Why bother with guns and bombs when I can create something stronger?”

Olivier took a step closer, “Please, mon ami, don’t do this.”

“You think you’re better than this? You think Six is better than this? Rainbow has ruined everything for everyone. Put down your weapon and join me. I will make you stronger, faster, better. Viens!”

Closing his eyes, he could see all the blood and bodies he left behind. How could Rainbow be good if all they did was cause more violence and misery? Perhaps Gustave was right. The doctor could make him better. Olivier approached his side and was prepared to agree. A pained groan came from the man strapped to the gurney. Looking down, his eyes met those of Dominic’s. A metal helmet was clamped to his head and wires were attached to his entire body. He let out another groan and thrashed violently against his constraints. The doctor flipped a switch beside the gurney and Dominic twitched as the machines sent electric shocks through his muscles. Gustave cackled and turned back towards Olivier. All Olivier could do was shake his head. Rainbow acted in the defense of innocent civilians. They did good for the world, it was nothing like this.

“No.... I can’t join you. This... this isn’t right. It’s inhumane and you’ve become insane! We’ve had our differences, but this is unforgivable. To do this to your comrades...”

He heaved his hammer over his head and, before the doctor could even react, swung it hard down into his skull. A sickening crack echoed throughout the room. Letting out a shaky breath, Olivier approached the gurney. After making sure Dominic hadn’t turned into one of those monsters yet, he unstrapped him and helped him stand up. He supported Dominic’s body to walk and two operatives made their way towards the exits. Dominic was barely conscious, but Olivier was much too aware of everything that had transpired here today. Taking one last glance at Gustave’s body, Olivier said another silent prayer for his fallen teammates’ souls.

“Je suis désolé, mon ami.”

#r6s #r6 #rainbow six #rainbow six siege #rainbow six siege fanfic #r6s fanfic #fanfic #gaming #writings #lion #doc #bandit #frost #r6s lion #r6s doc #nixy

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dimethief · 4 years

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I’ve been having this idea for a while and today I finally did the outline. Just wanna post this(not the whole outline cuz don’t wanna spoil) to see if anyone can offer me some opinions. So the whole fanfic is about how bandit fucked other people just to fuck up his “relationship” with Kapkan.

The more I think about it, the more I feel like this is so cheesy but why not hehe

Tbh I just wanna see heartbroken Kapkan..

The thing is, this is supposed to have a lot nsfw content but my English is not gonna allow me to do it, which upsets me a LOT😔

And also, I wanna meet some new people and make some friends with people so I can share my ideas, and having fun talk with you about r6s💕 I’m new here, and if anyone wanna make friends, pls don’t hesitate to talk to me!!! (Pls I’m lonely 😂

I’m gonna posted it soon here, cuz I’m still working getting my ao3 account. I used to write a lot fanfic but they are all in my mother language (Chinese duh), and all of them are not r6s related. So this is gonna be my first r6s fanfic yaay

Anyway, back to the fic, I always think Kapkan is quiet, but fierce and low key obessesive with certain things. And bandit is reckless and asshole-ish. I can see their relationship being very intensive.

Another thing about this fic is the factor: cheating. I found cheating is a very rare theme in r6s fanfic, but I’d like to see that happen, and I’ll figure out how these people handle and fix it.

So yeah, I’ll try my best to write it, and pls forgive me for grammar mistakes.. much love for all of you and the amazing community 💕💕💕

P.s. anyone knows any discoed I can join?

#rainbow six siege #r6s #glaz #kapkan #bandit #fuze #jager #fanfic

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i-dnt-know-either · 5 years

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Seamus "Sledge" Cowden/Elias "Blitz" Kötz, Dominic "Bandit" Brunsmeier/Marius "Jäger" Streicher, Mark "Mute" Chandar/James "Smoke" Porter Characters: Elias "Blitz" Kötz, Marius "Jäger" Streicher, Dominic "Bandit" Brunsmeier, Jordan "Thermite" Trace, Julien "Rook" Nizan, Mark "Mute" Chandar, James "Smoke" Porter, Seamus "Sledge" Cowden Additional Tags: Halloween Costumes, Collars, Fluff and Smut, Mirror Sex, Dirty Talk, Crossdressing Summary: The ops get together to hold their annual Halloween party. It goes pretty much how’d you expect.

Featuring: Blitz pining from a distance, Jäger wearing Bandit’s jacket, and Mute in a bunny costume.

#sledge/blitz #bandit/jager #mute/smoke #blitz #jager #bandit #thermite #rook #mute #smoke #sledge #r6s #my stuff #my fanfic

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fuckyeahrainbowsix · 5 years

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Operation Consent: Day #27 - Bandit x Lion

A massive thank you to the incredible @fireaura08 for delivering one of the sexiest and well-written BDSM dynamics we’ve seen so far in this fandom! With hints of a budding D/s and some steamy spice to get the heart (among other things) going, this piece gives a wonderfully nuanced take on dom/sub play while also mixing in some super yummy visuals ❤.

To anyone who reads and enjoys this fic, please remember to drop Kudos or Comment to show your support! And please note that this work is Explicit.

#rainbow six siege fanfiction #r6s fanfiction #r6 fanfiction #r6s fanfic #fic rec #r6s #r6 #rainbow six siege #rainbow six siege fanfic #bandit #r6s bandit #r6 bandit #lion #r6s lion #r6 lion #ship: bandit / lion #operation: consent #fyr6: event

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painfulstitches17 · 5 years

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CED-1

"Dominic, why is your gadget called CED-1 ?"

The man in question looked up from his laptop, his piercing gaze falling on the engineer before him. Both Elias and Monika, sat on the other side of the room, looked at them like all hell was about to break lose. Again.

"Why the fuck not ?"

"It's a long name for something so... Simple. Crude Electrical Device ? You could've just called it a battery, way easier." Jäger answered back.

"I've got my reasons." Bandit barked, a frown forming.

"So it's done on purpose ? Is the acronym supposed to be something else ?"

The oldest operator suddenly looked taken aback, like he hadn't expected Jäger to ever ask the question. The room fell silent, the youngest ones bracing themselves for impact.

"Actually, yeah, it does." Bandit finally said in his usual monotone voice.

"What is it ?" Jäger suddenly became excited.

"Fuck off, I'm not telling you." He started rubbing at the scar running across his scalp.

"Alright, give me a week, I'm sure I'll manage to find out."

The group was unsure which one of Monika or Elias laughed the hardest at the idea. After all, nobody knew for certain what was going on in Dominic's head.

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He had asked nearly all of the operators on base, tried to recall anything Bandit could've said, begged both Ash and Doc to look at his file, just for a minute, Harry would never tell, he swore ! But...

Nothing, he was at a dead end.

The sun was setting on Hereford base, no matter how hard he tried to focus, he just couldn't. The small piece of paper with the inscription "CED-1" sat in front of him, taunting him, calling his name while he worked on the device in his hands. Jäger became almost certain this had turned into another one of Bandit's pranks, there was no way it meant anything else. He was fucking with him like so many times before.

He got up, ready to admit defeat. It was a week later and Monika was right, if a secret there was in this, Dominic was probably taking it right to his tomb. He picked up the piece of paper before making his way to the dorms, he needed a shower and he still had time before dinner. As he opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of Bandit hard at work sewing shut a tear in his signature jacket, a pile of other several pieces of clothing at his side. He was the go to man when it came to fixing their belongings, Jäger himself would frequently ask him to help out, sewing had never been his forte, especially knots which Bandit was doing right now.

Before he could say anything, Bandit got up and pulled him inside, closing the door behind them.

"Here, put this on." He turned Jäger around, holding his jacket up in an attempt to make him wear it.

"Why ?"

"Because it's easier than trying to look at my back in the mirror. C'mon, hurry up."

Jäger put it on, the soft fabric felt nice, he got why it was Bandit's favorite. The jacket was being thoroughly inspected making sure nothing looked wonky. He seemed pleased, a small smile forming.

"Thanks." Bandit sat back down, picking up a top which looked like one of Monika's training shirts.

"I can't figure out your stupid acronym. Are you sure you're not just fucking with me Brunsmeier ?" Jäger didn't even realised he had kept the jacket on in his haste.

"Nope. Keep searching." He looked amused.

"Why are you smiling ?" All the while Jäger was getting annoyed.

"You're just closer to the answer than you think, is all."

God was this annoying. He was giving up, that was it, Bandit was doing it on purpose.

Before he could say anything else, Bandit left in a hurry as his phone started to ring, leaving Jäger frustrated and still wearing his clothes. Great.

He put down the piece of paper he had been holding on the lone desk.

"CED-1"

Closer than he thought ? Yeah, right. He removed the jacket, looking closely at the holes that had long since been patched, impeccable stitches running all around inside the fabric, some colored some not. He didn't get Bandit but this jacket looked closest to what must be going in his small head of his. As he was about to put it gently back down on the bed, something caught his eye. There were two tags. One read "Dominic Brunsmeier", clearly hand stitched to the side of the jacket. The other ? "Cedrick Brunsmeier", right at the neck. After a few seconds, it suddenly dawned on him.

Dominic was wearing his brother's jacket. His very much dead twin brother's jacket.

Why hadn't he thought about this before ? How could he had missed the possibility ? Bandit never mentioned him by name, ever, but it made sense.

He looked back at the paper sitting on the desk, picking up a pen and soon starting filling the blanks. The door opened back behind him.

"You were right, it was closer than I thought." Jäger handed him the paper.

"CEDr1ck"

Dominic smiled before looking at him again. "See ? You're a smart one Schnecke."

"Oh shut up." Jäger jokingly shoved him a bit.

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Thank you for reading <3

This is a quick oneshot of this idea I like... I've read another fic where Dominic is said to wear his brother's jacket and it's a big YES ! One idea I hope would be canon... Maybe one day.

Schnecke = snail

#rainbow six siege #r6s #r6s bandit #r6s jager #fanfiction #fanfic #painfulstitches17 #i'm kind of ashamed but fuck it

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phandomtaleweaver · 3 months

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“Meet the Crew”

No pairings, fluff, 700+ words

Thunderbird is new to the team and eager to make friends, Rainbow’s main pilot seems to be a good place to start

Mina headed out to go look over her helo. It was only a few days into her second week at Hereford, and she didn’t quite know everyone. It was also only six in the morning, so no one was likely awake to hang out or spar. At least she knew that Sanaa would not be, she wasn’t a morning person. That all said, the last thing Mina expected when she walked into the hanger was for the lights to be on and someone playing music.

She was pretty sure the music was German and the song sounded like it was saying something about an “Aüslander” whatever that was. She was a fan of rock music so she didn’t mind, but she did wonder who was up this early listening to something energetic.

“Hello?” She called out. There was no response.

“Hello, is someone in here?” She called again louder. This time the music turned down and then off. On the far side of the hanger, where the music had been coming from, she heard a voice.

“Hallo? Mina Sky?”

She walked over and saw a blond man sitting on the floor working on some machine part with a radio next to him. He had twisted around to slightly face her and was smiling brightly.

“Yeah, uh, how did you know it was me?” She returned the smile.

“Oh, I’m just weird like that,” he smiled even bigger for a moment.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know if we’ve officially met.”

“Marius Striecher.” He stood but didn’t offer his hand for her to shake. Without missing a beat he continued. “Sorry, I don’t really shake hands.”

“That’s alright. You’re very chipper for the early hour.”

“Early?” Marius looked confused. He checked his watch and looked sheepish.

“Oops,” He turned to clean up his workspace. “I promised Dom I wouldn’t stay up all night. S’alright though.” Marius looked over his shoulder and smiled.

Mina smiled back and looked over his shoulder to see what he had been doing.

“What was that song you were listening to?”

“Oh that was Rammsien- that’s the band actually. The song is Aüslander. It means outsider.”

“Outsider?”

“Yeah, it’s not really that deep. It’s kinda about a guy who sleeps around I think…least that’s what Dom said. It just kinda makes my brain calm when I listen to loud music. Do you feel like an outsider?”

“What?”

“You’re new to the team. Some people take some time to feel at home.”

“I don’t think so because I know Sanaa, and Tina and Sebastian are nice.”

“Oh yeah they are.” He looked down and murmured something. “I have to send that documentary about Dahmer to ‘Bastion” then he looked up again. “I saw you were a pilot, I mean I read your file- the declassified bit that is- and I like your chopper.”

“So you’re the other pilot?”

“Yep,” Marius nodded proudly. “Well the main one.”

“Do you want a tour?” She gestured to her helo. Marius nodded emphatically.

Half an hour later the tour was done and Marius was yawning. Mina had learned a few things about the other pilot in that time. For one he was very sweet and very intelligent and a bit straightforward. He bid her a good night, or good day? and wandered out of the hanger.

She stood in the hanger smiling to herself. What an odd fellow this Marius Stretcher was. A voice interrupted her thoughts.

“What’s got you smiling so early?”

Mina opened her eyes to see a bearded man leaning on the door frame smoking a cigarette. He raised his eyebrows at her.

“The other pilot is a character.”

“I see you met Marius then,” the man chucked. “He didn’t talk your ears off I hope.”

“Not in the slightest. I don’t think we’ve met.”

“Nein, I just got back late last night.” He put his cigarette out, walked over and stuck his hand out. “Dominic Brunsmeir, resident troublemaker, and don’t tell Gustave I was smoking.”

“Mina Sky,” she shook his hand. “Hiding bad habits from Dr. Kateb?”

“Always, but he’ll figure it out on his own soon enough,” Dominic smiled.

Mina knew she’d fit in with this bunch of misfits quite well.

#r6s #rainbow six siege #video games #r6 bandit #r6 jäger #thunderbird r6 #Mina sky #Dominic brunsmier #marius streicher #r6 fanfiction #video game fanfic #Jäger is autistic #sue me #fanfic

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lacklusterswirl · 5 years

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do you write ships? can you write something for bandit/jager? if you still want songs maybe based off leave a light on, tom walker

I can write ships (I mean, I’ve written Mute/Rook before…). Whether or not you like it, I’ll leave it to you. As for the song, wow yea, that’s… a song… that’s kinda sad. So enjoy a stressed-out Jäger and a sad Bandit sometime right after Bandit finishes his undercover work. And for how closely I followed the song… I hope that’s enough? I assumed (and hc) thatJäger and Bandit were together before undercover. (I personally didn’t see them getting back together after.) Thanks for sending that over though, I actually really enjoyed the song.

Mostly angst/hurt, misunderstandings, and a little, tiny piece of comfort at the end. Warnings: Mentions drug abuse, hints at self-harm, and perhaps has a bit of internalized insecurity.

The most troubling thing about the sentence was the fact thatit brought to light a series of facts that had been previously ignored orunnoticed by Jäger.

One. Bandit was a user. Maybe not by his own volition, but hewas at the very least an ex user nonetheless. His time undercover was not abreeze - no one expected it to be, but he made it. And since then, Jäger couldonly assume that he hadn’t touched anything since. But the fact that he onceused was cause for concern.

Two. The outbursts from that week made sense. No, Bandit wasn’tevolving into a bigger asshole. He was struggling with something. Somethinginvisible to every one of Jäger’s senses except that one tugged at his stomach.And that was the one he ignored. Bandit was sneaky, cunning, able to useanything to his advantage, yet he was not in control of whatever this was.

Three. The phone calls from that evening. They were ignoredin favour of the meeting between Jäger and a co-worker, and the only time hecalled back, Bandit didn’t answer. While Jäger brushed it off as somethingunimportant, or even a prank, it was made very clear to him now that whateverit was… was life changing. And goddamnit! If only he could’ve turned back time, if only he had picked up thephone, and if only he could talk him down from whatever it was…

If only…

Four. He still had some feelings leftover from 2006. Four yearsor so later, and he still remembered – remembers – the laughter, the teasing,the feeling of joy that came from being around Bandit. He was always ready toadapt, and it led to many spontaneous outings. What he loved most about him andwhat Bandit’s abilities relied on, in the end, destroyed him. He adapted toowell. Took on the feelings and emotions required of him to the point whereJäger no longer saw him as the same person. To the point where Bandit doesn’tseem to remember who he was.

Five. No matter what he said, how he acted, or what he did toJäger, Bandit still had leftover feelings for him too. It was never spoken outloud. Just through the smallest actions only someone who really knew him wouldnotice. And Jäger really knew him it seemed. When he got angry, which seemedlike every moment Jäger was with him nowadays, he always had this smallsection on the inside of his cheek he liked to chew and lick. The action itselfwas unnoticeable, but the pause before he started speaking generally gave away hisactions prior. And beyond just the angry little habits, there were the softtouches. When Jäger wasn’t paying attention to the road, and nearly walked intoa pole, Bandit’s arm was there, tugging him to the side. The hold was alwaysfirm, yet never failed to soften into a small massage, as if he was scared thathe pulled too hard. He used to do that a lot to Jäger, and in their firstouting together afterwards, it happened again. Except it was followed by aforced frown and a rough push forward to get them walking again.

“Hewas nice. Just has other priorities, you know?”

Bandithad brought it up. What was all the talk about Jäger’s new relationship? Whowas he? When did they meet? What did he like about him? Why was he worth allthe uncertainty?

“Hisdaughter’s adorable. Clever too. I’d like a kid like that one day.”

Banditwas nodding along, not saying a word between questions when suddenly, his handwrapped around Jäger’s and pulled him away. There was an awkward shuffle as Jägernearly collided with Bandit, instead getting held up against the other man. Itwas weirdly reminiscent. Both of them felt it too. They had to. “Watch whereyou’re going.”

Just likethat, the moment was over, and Jäger was pushed forward. “For what it’s worth,”he started, trying to see if he could get Bandit to admit that he felt it too, “hewas always just a little too distracted. He had a child, a job, and a millionother things, and I could never be a priority for him. I miss when you wouldkiss me like I was the only one who existed in this world.”

Thatdid the trick. Bandit pulled him into a dark alley and kissed him drunk beforepulling away. The rest of the night only got better too.

And then he ignored Jäger until tonight. But because ofannoyance, frustration, and a little bit of vindication, Jäger let all the callsgo to voicemail. See, he could ignore his presence too, if he wanted. But damndid he choose the wrong night to do so.

“You should go see Dom…” The most recent caller was uncertain. “He’s been stuck in his apartmentall day, and no one’s seen him since mission debrief yesterday.”

Jäger was torn between the fear coursing through his veins,and the feeling of trouble that was no doubt going through Bandit’s. Just outof pure desperation, Jäger called Bandit again, now just a few minutes awayfrom the apartment. The fifth unanswered call had Jäger’s mind sparking in alldifferent directions, and all he could do was hope and pray.

Don’tlet go. Not yet.

He still had the spare key. That, he never returned. Alwaysmeant to, and always forgot. The entire apartment was pitch black, and silent. Hereached for the light, but froze when he heard a shuffling come from thebedroom. Instead of the light switch, he reached for the emergency flashlight.

“Dom?”

No answer. Then arms from out of nowhere wrapped around hischest and squeezed him tight. It took all of Jäger’s reflexes not to hit theperson, but instead identify them as Dom.

“I need you so badly it hurts.”

“What have you been doing?” It was hard not to sound angry. Butthe rush of emotions was enough for Jäger to pull away and examine the tiredbody in front of him.

What was said seemed to be true. Bandit was still in the sameclothes from yesterday, and looked like he hadn’t eaten since then. There was aragged rhythm to his breathing, and his hands gripped Jäger’s shoulders like hewas afraid that this was all a dream.

“Why have you been hiding like this?” He tried again to getBandit to talk. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“I might not, but you will. And I can try.”

Bandit chuckled into Jäger’s neck, causing soft tingles totravel up and down his body from the warm breath. “I didn’t think I would bethat lonely. But when I left you, I didn’t realize that it would hurt so much.And then I came back and heard of another man, and… and what was I supposed todo? I wish I meant something more to you, and I’m sorry if I’m ruining yourcurrent relationship – I am – but I want you for myself.”

As predicted, Jäger wasn’t understanding some part of this. “Butyou kissed me last—”

“I know, and I shouldn’t have. It was selfish, it was self-indulgent,I was projecting, I…”

“Stop. Dom.” Just like that, the arms and the man himselfshuffled into the darkness. “Are you high? Did you use anything?”

A bitter scoff. “No.” It was pathetic. A voice crack renderedthe answer weak, so Bandit followed it up with “I haven’t touched that shitsince I came back. I promise.”

“Good.” And it really is. Jäger now chooses to wrap his armsaround the other and secretly vows to hug tight enough so that one day, thesetrembles will stop again. “It’s ok to hide and all, but don’t ignore me likethat again. I want to help if I can.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that.”

Shaky hands reach out and grab fistfuls of Jäger’s shirt. “Iwant you to kiss me like before I left. I know things change, but I wish wedidn’t.”

“Dom—”

“Please.”

Jäger remembers how to make him tremble from pleasure insteadof fear. He remembers how to make him moan like it’s his first time. Heremembers everything that Bandit likes. But something wasn’t right.

“Marius, please. I promise I only need one night, and then I’lllet you go back to him.”

“You idiot.” He started off too harsh. Bandit’s hold falters,and threatens to drop completely had it not been for Jäger’s arms around himonly getting tighter. “You haven’t even listened to me all this time, have you?He’s gone. Out of my life. I didn’t want to ruin his family, and he had to puthis daughter’s needs over his own life.”

Bandit froze on the bed, then sighed in relief. “Stay with methen. Please. I can’t stop thinking about all my mistakes from… from…”

Jäger lets himself get pulled onto his side, still holding ontoBandit who has calmed down a little. “Should I turn off the—”

“Leave the light on.”

#r6s #rainbow six siege #r6s jager #r6s bandit #bandit/jager #fanfic #anon #angst #tw

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angelaiswriting · 3 years

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The Contest (5 of 7) | some R6S guys x fem!reader

✏️ Pairing: Bandit x fem!reader

✏️ A/N: enjoy 😈

✏️ Warnings: 18+ only (oral f/r, fingering)

✏️ Word-count: 3,398

✏️ The links to the other parts are in the masterlist linked in my bio.

<< part four: alexsandr << | PART FIVE: DOMINIC | >> part six: marius >>

Luckily for her, the next day ended up being as busy as the day of Timur’s turn. Thatcher had requested Marius’ intervention in Malta, where he had been deployed with Sledge and other operators, and Y/N had spent the morning helping the man getting ready to leave. Help check his equipment, brief him quickly about the kind of mission he was about to leave on for a few days, keep an eye on the other guys as they loaded said equipment on the aircraft that would fly him to his destination.

By the time she was done and the man had been flown out, she was as exhausted as one can be. Having woken up at four in the morning wasn’t of help; add that to her thoughts (and soul) still being in that locker room with Alexsandr, and it was no surprise that she crashed out in the matter of a few minutes when she reached her room again.

She had asked Dominic to speed it up, though; she had told him Alex had already had his turn and she wanted to continue fast — or as fast as possible now that the fifth and last man wasn’t at the base anymore. The only thing she could do was hope that he’d be back before she could start missing his presence.

And Dominic had been nice. He had agreed on staying with her until she’d fall asleep, and more importantly, he had agreed to give it his best that day. He had done so quietly, almost uncharacteristically quietly, but the excitement in his eyes and in his grin had been all but subtle.

When she woke up, sometime after noon, it took her a hot minute to come back down to Earth. Slumber was still heavily laced with her thoughts — and with her tongue, for it felt heavy and asleep in her mouth. She blinked against the too-bright light of the lamp on the bedside table; a stupid idea of hers to tell Dom to leave it on before closing her eyes, almost in the hopes that she would not oversleep. And although she had slept in and he hadn’t switched the light off, it was almost disappointing to see him gone.

The other side of the bed was empty, and while he had left his sweatshirt behind, hanging behind the door of her room, she knew she wouldn’t find him in the bathroom. Some meeting with Harry, or so she seemed to recall him saying in the very few minutes she had spent awake after returning to her room at nine.

When she eventually managed to wash her face and leave her dorm, the corridor she walked into when she closed the door behind her back was silent. One of the drafted teams had been supposed to return to the base at ten — she had read the papers in the hangar when she had signed Marius’ modules for him — but not a sound reached her ears as she made her way to the mess hall.

It was better that way, she thought. It felt selfish, for a moment, because no one wanted to stay on mission longer than necessary, but if someone else were to know about the contest she had found herself being the judge of, it would be easier to dig herself a grave with her own hands than to face the incessant teasing she would get from some of her colleagues.

“Decided to join us for lunch?”

It was Elias’ chuckle that welcomed her back to civilization — or as much of a civilization as it could be when these men were involved. He was sitting at a table with Alexsandr, who was looking at something on his phone before he lifted his head and greeted her with a knowing smirk.

“Is there anything left for me?” she yawned, pointing at the empty plates still sitting on the table before them.

“There’s some delicious doctor’s sausage for you if you follow me to the kitchen.” Alex was on his feet in a heartbeat, balancing his and Elias’ glasses on their dirty dishes as he still held his phone in the other.

She almost choked on air at that, before the other man said something about going easy on her before he hurried out of the room, her slap already dangerously close to his shoulder.

“No cocks involved, remember?” she said, catching up with Alex just as he was stepping through the kitchen doors. “You made me come twice, but don’t think I wouldn’t disqualify you if you whip it out.”

He turned around with a grin on his face and a sausage in one hand. “Zayka, I don’t need to show you my cock to win this game.”

She had spent the afternoon thinking about his cock, though. Saying the opposite would be a lie. She had paired up with him again to train — to let out some steam had been her exact words, but she knew training wouldn’t help her this time — and by the time she had showered (alone, this time) and had left the gym, Dominic had already had his hands on her.

“Where are we going?”

“We put great responsibility on you,” he said instead of giving an answer to her question. “I thought a surprise would do you good.”

His lips brushing against her ear, she had expected for the surprise to be something else — or somewhere else, right between his legs, for example — but what she found left her pleasantly surprised. When he typed in the code to unlock her door, there was an impromptu dinner waiting for her on her bed.

“I was too busy to actually cook you something.” He grabbed her gym bag and dropped it against the wall as he closed the door. “But it’s still early anyway, so I thought some fruit and chocolate couldn’t be that bad.”

She gave herself a moment to take the sight in. He had laid out a checkered tea towel on her bed, almost as though it were a picnic of sorts, with a tray full of fruit he had already washed and cut. Next to it, somehow balanced against a bottle of bubbly, was a box of her favorite liquor-filled chocolates.

“That’s very thoughtful of you, Dom. Thank you.” She took a deep breath before turning around and facing him — more to swallow down a chuckle than anything else.

He was much closer than she had expected him to be, his chest almost pressed against hers when she turned around. His hands came to rest on her hips, and he pulled her closer with a smile on his lips, his nose bumping jokingly against hers.

“Don’t count on this to buy you points, though,” she whispered against his lips, eyes open and staring into his. “More tongue, less planning, yeah?”

“If you weren’t my judge, I’d call you a party pooper,” he pouted. “Let me set the mood at least! I’m ready to bet what’s between my legs that those motherfuckers didn’t even spend the time to do it.”

She smiled at that, and this time it was a genuine smile as she pressed herself against him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Then you’re free to proceed with your plan, Contestant number four.”

He picked her up then, didn’t even wait for her to say another word before pushing her to wrap her legs around his waist as he walked her to the bed.

“What do you want to start with?” He didn’t say it out loud, but she knew his dick was part of the choice range when he sat down and thrust his hips against hers.

“We can have fruit later, I want to start with the real deal.” And before he could come up with some pun, she was already tearing the thin plastic wrapping off of the chocolate box.

“Only you can consider chocolate ‘the real deal’ in a situation like this,” he laughed.

She shut him up with a quick peck on the lips before she fed him chocolate. “Just eat,” she hummed, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “That’s what you’re supposed to be doing tonight anyway.”

The sound that left his lips was halfway between a groan and a chuckle, something so inexplicably ‘Dominic’ that she found herself unable to stop that smile from stretching her lips.

“I wanted to be romantic,” he said less than a minute later. He tasted of chocolate and liquor, only faintly of the cherry hidden inside the praline. “And here you are, making innuendos like someone who can’t wait to have her panties torn off of her.”

She chuckled, popping a chocolate into her mouth and smirking at him. One of her hands came up to absent-mindedly stroke his beard before her thumb brushed against his lower lip. “Well, that’s also true, Mr. Isn’t that why we’re here, now?”

“I came here to be romantic,” he reiterated, left hand stretching out blindly for the bottle of wine. “To feed you fruit and chocolate, dance a bit, maybe make out for a while before I kneel for you.”

“Who are you trying to fool?” She leaned back a bit to give him space to uncork the bottle, before one hand slipped down to his crotch and the other up to his throat. The freedom she was taking with him in the confines of the contest was more than she had taken with the others — probably more than she should be taking in the first place —, but it didn’t seem to matter. The others knew she and Dominic fucked, and by joining the contest, they had accepted whatever risk that brought along. “We both know that that mouth of yours doesn’t do ‘romantic’ between my legs.”

“I might’ve had a trick up my sleeve,” he shrugged, taking a sip of bubbly straight from the bottle before tilting it towards her lips. “But now you’ll never know…”

Smirking, she shook her head before taking the bottle from his hand and tilting her head back, eyes always on his. Bubbly was never her first choice — if it wasn’t the kind she liked, then it ruined the moment — but Dom knew what she liked and what she didn’t, and had brought just the right bottle up to her room. “You are something else,” she scoffed, the corners of her mouth tilting upward as she leaned to the side to put the bottle down onto her bedside table.

When she stood up, he grabbed the hand she was presenting him and in a heartbeat, he was back on his feet.

“C’mon, Brunsmeier. I didn’t wanna ruin your plans. Seduce me with your dancing.”

Right when she was starting to think he had forgotten about the music, he whipped his phone out of the front pocket of his pants and put on a slow.

They didn’t move much, it was more like an oscillating movement than anything else, with her standing with her chest to his, the side of her face pressed against his shoulder, her hands on his shoulder blades. And although his hands were palming her ass, it still felt sweet and as she stood there, listening in closely more to his slow breathing than the music he had chosen, she realized that that was probably the first time they were doing something like that. Everything always felt fast-paced and excited between them, and the world seemed to spin that tab bit faster when they were together, so it was a pleasant surprise to be experiencing the other face of the coin for once, at last.

“Are you catching feelings?” she hummed, lips pressed against the side of his neck.

His chuckle seemed to reverberate and sound in her own body when it made him tremble in her arms for a moment. “I wouldn’t mind catching feelings for you, nah.” He moved his head to look down at her, and when his chin bumped against her forehead, she pulled back just enough to look up at him. “But don’t confuse tonight’s tactic with a declaration of endless love, babe.”

She laughed, part of her relieved that he hadn’t said anything right as he was about to play his cards for the contest, and shook her head. “You’re poking me,” she said instead, teasingly, her hips pressing just a fraction closer to his.

“Yeah, I can’t help it,” he shrugged with a smirk, giving her ass a slap when the song came to an end and his YouTube app turned silent. “Can I be naked as well?” he asked as he helped her out of her shirt.

The pleading look in his eyes made her chuckle, but it still made her resolve falter. “You must keep at least your boxers on.”

He pouted for a moment as his fingers undid the button and then the zipper of her jeans, but then there was a flash of something in his features that she didn’t miss and she knew, then and there, that he’d try to have his underwear to come off as well.

“You’re cruel,” he whined, lips barely brushing against hers, beard tickling the skin of her chin. His fingers slipped inside her panties and when they found her wet and hot, his expression turned more mischievous.

“Yeah well, rules are rules.”

“These are your rules, though,” he pointed out, pushing her pants down her thighs until they’d drop to the floor on their own. His hands trailed then up her spine, making her shiver, until his fingers slipped underneath the band of her bra and stopped there.

“That you accepted to follow, yes,” she grinned at his pout.

He whispered a please in her ear when he unclasped her bra and pushed the straps down her arms.

“Behave,” she hummed, slipping out of her shoes and her pants and pushing him a step back. “And then I might decide to do something about this.” With her hand cupping him between his legs, there was no mistaking what she was implying.

He settled with a playful huff, but then let her unbuckle his belt and undo his pants without complaining. She was quicker at undressing him than he had been, which was probably more than what he deserved after trying to tease his way between her legs more times than she could recall since the start of the contest, and before long, he stood in front of her with just a pair of gray boxers on.

“Look at you,” she smirked. Her stomach and the walls of her vagina alike clenched for a moment at the sight of him and she thought that if she truly did manage to follow through with her own rules, then she had one fucking strong willpower. “What got you so hard?”

He picked her up and when he turned around with her in his arms, they both fell onto the bed in a bundle of giggles. “‘The goddess lying naked underneath me’ is as good an answer as any.” His lips attached to the side of her neck and the giggles that were still spilling from her lips left their place to a soft moan as he ground himself between her legs.

“You are so silly,” she whispered, the fingers of one hand caressing down his shaved head to the back of his neck.

“And I shouldn’t have left this fucking tray of fruit on the bed,” he groaned, before she managed to stop him from sending everything to the floor.

“Kneel between my legs,” she said instead, interlacing her fingers with his. “Don’t think about food. Think about eating me out.”

He was more than happy to oblige. She giggled, and the happy groaning he did when he unwrapped her legs from around his waist and kissed his way down her body made her smile widen. He lavished her neck, and then her chest, spent some good minutes making her nipples bead and turn sensitive before kissing and licking his way down her abdomen before finally settling between her legs.

“I missed this pussy so much.” He breathed his whisper out against her slick folds, making her shiver. “So wet and tight…” And as if to test his own words, he sucked on two fingers and slowly inched them into her.

Her chuckle was breathless as she moved a pillow underneath her head so that she could look down at him comfortably if she felt like it. “Sometimes I think you love my pussy more than you like me,” she joked, dragging a heel up his tattooed side.

She almost missed his muttered Nonsense, before he licked at her.

He was slow, this time. Slow but determined, with that come-here motion of his middle finger making the insides of her thighs start shivering already. Under his burning gaze, with his tongue hot and lazy licking up from his fingers to her lick, she was barely aware of the low whimpers brushing past her lips.

“Play with your tits,” he hummed, a second before his lips wrapped around her clit and she hissed in a breath. “I love it when you do it.”

“So I should work for the orgasm you have to give me?”

It was a joke, one that still earned a low groan from him. His free hand trailed up her body, the callouses lightly scratching her skin, and she whimpered louder when he pinched her right nipple between two fingers. “I can’t wait to put that smart mouth of yours to good use,” he warned, before his hand turned gentle on her boob.

Breathing out a laugh proved hard when he went back to eating her out and she felt herself clench around his fingers. Her eyes blinked slowly a couple of times before they eventually closed, and a frown settled on her forehead. “Less talking,” she egged him on, “more eating.”

He came up one last time to say, “You’ve become insatiable,” before he proceeded undeterred, zeroing in on his goal of making her come.

Before long, she picked up his moaning above the almost-buzzing sound of her blood in her ears, and when she fought to open her eyes to look down at him, she found him lazily rutting his hips against the mattress, the muscles in his back rippling with every moment.

Her breathing was hard and labored, and she felt like her whole body was shivering; and the sight of him barely holding himself in check was almost enough to make her come. It was the moment he moved his head just right, though, and his beard brushed against her sensitive skin, that she came with a low cry of his name and the world seemed to explode and go silent at the same time behind her closed eyelids.

He kept on going, and she was barely aware of him still eating her out — this time slipping his fingers out of and his tongue into her spasming core — to help her prolong her orgasm as she fought to ride it out.

When the shivering in her thighs calmed down and all that left her lips were the whimpers she couldn’t control, her automatic reaction to his beard teasing her overstimulated vulva, he playfully licked his way up her body before throwing the pillows across the room and laying down next to her.

His cock was still hard against the side of her thigh and for a brief, quick moment, she thought back to when Alexsandr had come in his pants and she let out an involuntary, soft moan. Her hand automatically reached out to touch it, but she stopped herself just in time and instead of slipping it into his boxers, she cupped him from above them, teasing his balls for a second as he breathed hard in her ear.

“I won’t make you break your rules,” he said and the tone of his voice sounded almost pained against the skin of her cheek. He gently turned her head to the side, pecked her lips, and when she finally opened her eyes, she smiled at him. “But I’ll let you watch me come,” he continued with a smirk on his lips when his hand pushed his boxers low enough to wrap around the base of his dick.

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