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rekas-writes · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 1: Claiming

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ruskizzo · 5 months

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

Smoke, Mute, Thatcher, Sledge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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itsohh · 7 months

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Part of the Club

A/N: Female reader, heres to the first day of kinktober! I'll be working throughout the entire month so lets see how this goes :3

Day 1: Pegging

Word count: 1101

Warnings: smut

AO3 Kinktober Masterlist

His back pressed against your chest. You had one hand steady on his hip as your face leaned into his shoulder. "You know darling, it's not too late to back out. It never is." There was an air of playfulness to your voice with just a hint of seriousness that joined alongside it. James knew that you would stop any time he asked.

"Ah, this isn't my first time at this club babe. You’re gonna have to try a lot harder than that to scare me off." His head turned to face you and you could see that fire in his eyes.

"Oh I can tell, you prepare yourself well, Porter." Your voice was practically a purr as your hand brushed against the side of his bare hip. Your eyes went to the silicone lube that you had used only moments earlier. The nip of a kiss he grazed against your jaw brought your attention back to him and you raised a brow.

"You know…" The side of your hand dragged across his skin and your three dry fingers found the center of his back. You suddenly pushed him forward onto the bed so his ass was perfectly bent over.

"I reckon I could slip these fingers right in."

The coolness of the lubrication on your fingers had him jolt slightly when they touched his hole. "You alright there Porter?"

"Fuckin' cold."

"Don't worry, you'll warm them up." True to your word, when you pushed the two fingers in they slid in with ease. Already relaxed around you he let out a strangled moan. James's head fell forward and he went from being proper up on his hand to his forearms.

He squeezed around you slightly but was still rather relaxed. Slowly, you started to scissor him apart and hummed simultaneously. "Tell me how you're doing." There was an edge to your voice, one that let him know you were serious but not so much as to break the mood.

"F-fuck that feels good. If you curl your fingers a little to the-" Before he could finish his sentence you stopped scissoring and curled your fingers. James let out a loud curse. He panted out and pushed himself against your hand.

"You think you can handle more?"

"You gotta give me more credit, Love, you know I can."

You rolled your eyes with a smile and retreated your fingers from inside him. He would let out a little whine from the absence and you scoffed out. "Have to take out my fingers to put this inside of you." You rest the tip of the strap on against his ass. "Can't want more and then complain when I have to remove it to give it to you."

"Come on and shove it in already."

"You are the absolute worst." You gave him a slight smack on the back of his thigh for his impatience. It was hard enough to hurt and it just had him let out a little laugh.

"You really gonna make me beg for it? Or is this revenge for when I make you wait for it? Thought you were better than-"

You cut off his words with a quick sheath of the cock into him. He gasped out and his fingers curled into the bedsheets. You adjusted yourself better with the strap-on and leaned over his back. With your lips next his ear, he could certainly hear the smugness in your voice as you spoke.

"How's that ‘Beauty’?"

"Gonna get you back just you wait." He puffed out, you grinned into him and pressed a kiss just below his ear. Your hip retreated back before you snapping back into him.

"Fuckin' hell. Just like that."

You rose from against his back and put both hands on the side of his hips so that you had a good stable grip on him. For once James didn't utter a word when you started your relentless pace of fucking into him. He did make sounds though, loud needy groans that certainly weren't of any real language.

You placed a hand on his back and he completely faltered like water. His forearms buckled down and his face found comfort directly into the side of the bed. His sounds now muffled he met you halfway each time you thrust in and out.

Completely without restraint, you don't think you had ever seen him like this. So cock drunk. Normally so smug and cheeky, it was a delight to see him like this. Or at least hear him. Mentally you made a note that next time you would have to get a mirror just so you could see that look on his face. Or perhaps have him on his back. Then you could also bully his weeping dick.

At the thought of it, you slowed ever so slightly and wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. A loud muffled sound came from him and he turned his head to the side. "God you're such a cunt." He managed to get out and you couldn't help but laugh at his moaning insult.

"Don't like me touching you?"

"Fuckin' wanking me while you ah- fuck don't fuckin' stop." His cock throbbed in your hand and you could feel the force he pushed back into you but also forward into your hand.

His voice heightened for a second and you heard the way his breath hitched. "Please." It was quiet, uncharacteristically quiet and needy. Intimate in a way you hadn't expected from the night.

You grip the tip of his cock hard and lean back over so your bare chest pressed against his bare back once more. "Cum for me James. Cum for me." He let out a whimper and moved back and forth a few more times before his seed came shooting out.

It coated your hand as he fucked into it. Your hand was completely painted, you couldn't keep it all and it started to dribble down your wrist. Slowly you pulled out of him and his hole gaped for a second from the absence. Small pants continued to echo the room and his ass stayed up in the air. With your clean hand, you gave it a slight nudge and he fell onto his side.

"Fuuuuuck." He drew the word out and buried his face into a pillow he had grabbed. You went for a nearby towel and he eventually peeked his blissful face at you.

"You know, you know a lot about how to do this." He spoke with a smile, a genuine one.

"I'm not new to this club either."

#r6s #r6s x reader #james porter x reader #smoke x reader

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smokedetected · 2 years

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R6S Duolingo and language learning HCs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ghostiex0 · 2 years

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catch me becoming a daily on this blog lol but if i may: how about some angst/comfort headcannons where Caviera, Lion, Rook, Doc, and Smoke have their memories of their S/O wiped, but they manage to recover them and seek their S/O out? i imagine it was out of the blue, so they werent warned of it beforehand, hope this makes sense!

I think I understand. I made the scenario that they lost their memory due to being in the field, hope that’s alright! I also included Smokes daughter for his and there are mentions of Lions son in his section.

Caveria

- It was just supposed to be training. Which in Taina’s opinion made this all the worse. She didn’t even get hurt out in battle, but during training.

- Apparently if you hit your head with just enough force at just the right angle, it can seriously fuck you up. Thankfully, Gustave says she’s still functioning properly besides her memory.

- Seeing her in such a state, it was normal to worry was it not? She looked at you like it wasn’t.

- When Gustave pulled you aside and informed you she had some short term memory loss due to the impact, it all made more sense. It hurt a lot more too.

- It didn’t take long for you to head out after that. You had worked so hard to get Taina open to trust you and build an open and loving relationship. You didn’t know how you even did it, never mind do it all over again.

- You at least needed some time alone.

- … You didn’t mean this much. It’s been almost a month with barely any contact with Taina. Some bittersweet check ups that she was still so guarded about, even when you tried to explain that you loved her so.

- It was late. You were snuggled up in your couch, the bed feeling so uncomfortable ever since the thought that Taina might never lay in it again came up.

- But ever at this hour, there she was, at your door, dressed in a some lay around attire… but at your door. You hesitated, then opened it.

- “Coração, I’m sorry it’s taken me this long. I hope… we haven’t lost anything here.”

Smoke

- James is always itching for excitement. He lives for the gunfire and smoke… and his weird chemicals he throws in.

- It finally came to stab him in the back.

- In the hospital bed of the clinic, his daughter and a woman, stress written across their faces, were sitting in the chairs along the wall.

- As soon as he shuffled, they were up on their feet, moving towards him, gently hugs and questions of “are you alright?”

- It took him a minute to fully process what was happening and why he’s ended up here. He then looked at his daughter then you, then his daughter, then you.

- “Heh… yeah I’m alright’.. I’m glad my daughter wasn’t alone during this but… who are ya?”

- Puzzled, you were looking over him for any signs of joking or teasing… but there were none. He genuinely didn’t know who you were anymore.

- His daughter seemed just as confused as you, looking at her dad before explaining that you two were together and of the such.

- You just needed to take a leave for a minute, patting her shoulder gently before you did so.

- his daughter was the one to smack some sense into him eventually. She knew her father needed to rest, but she knew that he’d also let someone good for him walk away.

- She would help him feel more himself again, then force him to go out and get you some pretty flowers and finally, send him your address. She would make sure you two at least stayed in each other’s lives.

- James would thank her later.

Lion

- Oliver didn’t have much family to visit him if he would ever fall ill or have a tragedy happen on the field. Apart of him doesn’t know if he’d even want them to visit him.

- But he has you and his son. He’s created a better life for himself and hopes to make it with you.

- Yet he had forgotten all about you. There were some missed phone calls from over a month ago in his phone. Only a few more recently. What had happened?

- Upon losing his memory, you got to see him a few times. He never remembered. He was skeptical, now in the same state he was before you two got together of feeling overwhelmed with his son, his job, his life, and struggles of his past. He didn’t believe he would add another thing on top of that.

- After eight visits it was just too painful and you decided for the better of yourself to keep contact minimal. Some calls here and there. Eventually another visit. Soon, it felt hopeless.

- Three months is how long it took for Olivier to show up at your door, holding his breath and biting his tongue. Just looking at you. You just looking at him, in utter shock.

- “I… I don’t even know what happened still.”

- Those were the first words he uttered to you. A desperation in his tone.

- How were you supposed to be mad at him when he was like this. So torn and confused about everything.

- You couldn’t help but just let the tears flow. He definitely teared up as well. Bringing him into your arms again felt like your world had finally been pieced back together again.

Rook

- Julien is one of the youngest and most optimistic operators on the team. His state made many on the force feel guilty in some capacity. Especially his fellow GIGN operators.

- It only got worse when they realized he forgot about the one he loved. Julien liked to talk about you quite a lot. He had many hopes of what his life could become with you. He even talked about getting married to you a few times with his coworkers.

- Now, Gustave had to talk to you as Dr.Kateb, it sucked.

- You took your time to mourn, sitting there in the clinical office chair. But none of it would make him remember you. Looking over at him and back to the floor. It was hard. Yet, you agreed and walked out.

- He was a solider before anything else wasn’t he? You had to respect that.

- You two had a small apartment in Tours together. You stayed there practically 24/7. It wasn’t the same anymore and it got to the point where you thought about moving. If he forgot everything you would just have to try to.

- Your phone rang out. It was too far away. You’d just call them back later.

- Your phone rang out again. Really? Calling again?

- Fine! You were getting up now!

- Going over to the phone, you snatched it off the counter, annoyed and ready to sassily tell them to leave a message next time,

- “But I missed you a lot.”

- You swear your whole stomach did a backflip. You started asking a million questions, getting answers felt like a weight off your chest finally.

- “I’m sorry, I didn’t know!… I finally remembered again though… what do you think about marriage?”

Doc

- One of the most valuable operators, fallen down with a type of memory loss wasn’t good at all.

- So though it sucks, it wasn’t that much of a surprise when Harry put some strict guidelines in place for how things would go with Gustave.

- You would be kept mostly in the dark.

- It was heartbreaking. It felt like you were leaving him when you could help him the most. You knew he would never leave you if you had suffered the same. It felt so wrong. But Harry assured you this needed to happen.

- Working on the frontlines is what he loved. He hated being tied to a desk and such. He had his passions and who were you to get in the way of that?

- You agreed. You wouldn’t have contact with Gustave while he was recovering. You could only hope he would remember again.

- Soon, he’d be on his feet in the field again, training or working from the sidelines as he got better.

- And at the dead of night before going to sleep,

- “Goodnight, mon ange.”

- He leaned down and closed his eyes without thinking, then registered what he had said and threw the covers off himself like a madman.

- Gustave had forgotten about you. How?! Oh god why?! At the speed of light he started looking for your number in his phone, he did, pressing call. It went straight to voicemail. He did it again. Straight to voicemail.

- Pissed, concerned and confused, he stomped his way up to Harry’s office.

- soon the office was filled with aggressive arguing (mainly from Gustave) and long sighs. Harry called you up himself, asking you if you’d like to come see Gustave. That he finally remembered.

- You didn’t need to be told twice and arrived as fast as you could. Practically running up to Harry’s office and slamming the door open to see your gorgeous lover again.

- “Mon ange.. oh I should’ve known, I should’ve remembered..”

- a few bittersweet laughs and kisses made it all better eventually. You’d find a way to work through this.

#r6s #r6s x reader #rainbow six siege #headcanons #r6 #doc x reader #caveria x reader #smoke x reader #rook x reader #lion x reader #doc #Caveria #smoke #rook #lion

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dantesunbreaker · 11 months

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Smoke x Reader

I haven’t written for this fandom in a long while. That being said, I still probably won’t get back to regularly writing for the fandom. At this point there are only a few operators that I feel comfortable writing for so I may periodically do them(Glaz, Smoke, Kapkan, Bandit, Blitz).

Reader is in an established relationship with James “Smoke” Porter and is trusted with the task of taking care of his daughter when he is away. But what happens when a terrorist attack happens and they are faced with protecting Smoke’s daughter?

It is late in the night, the sky a deep azure blue speckled with a sheet of a million brightly twinkling stars. James “Smoke” Porter once again is away from home, away for some uncertain amount of time to assist his new employers. Back at home, Y/N walks beside Smoke’s teenage daughter, Olivia, as they make their way back from a late dinner and movie at the local theater.

When Smoke had first gotten together with Y/N he remained incredibly tight lipped when it came to sharing details of his adopted daughter. Months passed before a level of trust was established. But as soon as it was there, Smoke took the very first opportunity to welcome them into his home, into his family. At Y/N’s and Olivia’s first introduction all possible worries melted away. Smoke knew he made the right choice. A connection between the two was nearly immediate, falling effortlessly into a pseudo step-parent-child relationship. Most of all was that Smoke could have peace of mind that someone would be looking out for his daughter whenever his work took him away from home.

After their movie ends, Olivia and Y/N stroll casually down the street, hands shoved deep into the pockets of their overcoats. Though such a sweet and innocent soul, Y/N still seems the same intense fire that they see burning within her father driving the young girl. Y/N is so proud of her, always encouraging her to do her best and take pride in her academic capabilities. Where Smoke never could succeed within the educational system, Olivia thrives and achieves greatness. Olivia is every bit as quick witted as Smoke.

Y/N throws their head back with laughter at a comment made by Oliva about the film just before they happen to glance across the road. Their laughter is caught dead in their throat like a heavy fog. A stranger is staring right back at Y/N. Something is far too familiar. While it takes only mere seconds for Y/N to recall where they had seen the man, it feels like time has slowed and hours have passed. He was there. At the restaurant Y/N saw him sitting a few tables away. When entering the theater lobby they saw him standing at the edge of the concession stand. Immediately on high alert, Y/N turns back to look at Olivia, who none the wiser is still smiling happily as she enthusiastically remarks on details of the film. Looking back, the man is gone.

“Stay calm, Olivia, but I think -” Y/N puts a firm yet gentle hand round the young girl’s forearm in warning, but is abruptly cut off by the sound of glass shattering above them. A rainfall of glass shards fall down around them. Instantly Y/N is around Olivia, arms a cage around the girl as they attempt to use their body as a shield.

An initial scream at the sound of breaking glass is all that Olivia lets out before she collects herself, utilizing the breathing technique her father had taught to keep her calm when faced with dangerous situations. She matches Y/N’s sudden brisk pace as they try to escape whatever dangers lie behind them. But it isn’t fast enough. Gunfire surrounds them, bullets whistling past them at unbelievable speed. Y/N still positions themselves around Olivia as best as they are able to prevent her from being clipped by any bullets. In the heat of the moment, Y/N doesn’t even make a sound as they feel the burning of their flesh as a bullet glances off their arm.

Above them there is a loud and sudden explosion, followed by a ringing of Y/N’s ear and then deafening silence. Looking up, Y/N sees the stone wall of the building beside them rattle before it begins to crumble. As pieces begin to fall towards them, Y/N knows that there isn’t enough time to get out of the way. So, not seeing another way out, Y/N shoves Olivia down into a kneeling position as far from the building as they can get and throw themself over top of her.

“Y/N! No, please,” Olivia can’t help but let the tears escape as she looks up at her guardian as they brace themself above her.

Rubble pelts Y/N’s back, ripping at their clothes and shredding the flesh of their back until they can no longer bear the weight. The air is cold and silent as Y/N drops, only just able to brace enough to keep their full weight from crashing down on Olivia. For what seems like an eternity, Olivia’s teary eyes stare into Y/N’s. Her lips are moving, words obviously flowing from her, but all that Y/N can hear is a faint ringing that echoes in their ears.

Y/N isn’t sure how much longer they can take before losing the battle. Debris surrounds them, piled on top of them and pinning them in place. But insistent hands are suddenly upon them. Releasing the last bit of energy Y/N has left, they let out a yell and attempt to take a swing at the unknown assailant. Yet, a firm grip at their wrists stops them midair. An unfamiliar man stands upon them.

“I am here to help you,” the stranger says, giving a firm tug at Y/N’s wrist in an attempt to coax them to move in his direction. His words fade in and out of Y/N’s coherence as they struggle to maintain consciousness. “-work with Mr. Porter-,” they miss his next few words. “-moving you and Ms. Porter to a secure location.”

Several other men are suddenly all around them. A few of them stand on sentry duty as two others begin pulling at the rubble to free Y/N and Olivia. Y/N glances back at Olivia, whose eyes are still filled with fresh tears. But she is scrambling to move as she is pulled free. All that Y/N can do is give an empty nod as they watch the young girl being shuffled into the backseat of a black car that pulls up alongside them. The man still gripping Y/N’s wrist stoops down and lifts them effortlessly into his arms. Before the world goes dark, the last thing Y/N remembers is the world spinning before hitting the leather seats of the same car they had just seen Olivia being ushered into.

An uncertain amount of time passes before Y/N groggily drifts back into the realm of consciousness. It feels as though a strange and heavy weight has settled down across their entire body. Taking a sharp inhale of breath, Y/N focuses on gathering the strength to open their eyes.

“-didn’t extract them sooner?” a faint and far away voice rich with anger echoes through Y/N’s ears, followed by the harsh slamming of a door.

When Y/N’s eyelids finally decide to cooperate, their eyes are assaulted by a blurry white flood of light. Blinking, they try to clear up their vision. In the corner of their field of vision, Y/N sees a large black mass moving towards their bed. As the filter of haze fades Y/N recognizes a very familiar gas mask staring back at them. The figure stands at the foot of the bed, hands strangling the frame. Nothing is said for several long moments. Y/N then realizes the man in the mask is looking at their face, but rather staring down at their feet.

Opening their mouth, Y/N tries to speak. But all that comes is a faint wheezing cough that has them desperate for the cup of water they spy on the table beside them. It does the job though. Those masked eyes flick up to Y/N’s face at the sound.

“Yer awake!” Smoke breathes the words out like some unseen weight off of his shoulders is suddenly lifted off his shoulders. As Y/N gives another dry wheeze, Smoke moves to the side table and grabs the paper cup full of water. “Here, let me get that for ya.”

He doesn’t even wait to see if Y/N can lift their own arms to grab the cup themselves. Instead, he carefully slips a hand behind their head for support as he rests the cup against their lips. Tilting the cup, Smoke only allows Y/N to take small sips at a time. When the cup is about half empty he finally pulls back and places the cup back on the table.

“Ya gave me a bloody scare there, darling,” Smokes pulls the gas mask off his head and rests it on the foot of the bed as he drags a chair across the floor to sit beside the Y/N. He drops into the chair as if his limbs suddenly weighed a thousand pounds.

A deep set tiredness seems to have worn its way into the features of his face. Yet not the type of tired you would expect from lack of sleep. Rather Smoke looked worn down, as if the emotional stress was just a few hairs shy of breaking his resolve. As if a single word of further bad news would shatter him.With a huff of breath, Smoke spreads his legs wide and leans back against the chair, arms above his head as he threads his fingers through his own hair.

“Ol-oliva?” The girl’s name is the thing that Y/N manages to croak out of their aching throat. At the sound of their voice, Smoke leans forward and takes their hand into his own. “How is sh-? Is she sa-safe?” Speaking makes the dull ache in their throat throb, but their mind races at the thought of what could have happened to the young girl. Memory of the time between being stuffed into the back of a car and waking up in a medical bed is filled with nothing other than a void of black.

“Oh hush, love,” a small half smirk forms on his lips as he squeezes Y/N’s hand, thumb stroking the back of their palm. “Not a scratch on that lovely head of hers thanks to what ya did for her. Just a bit of scare. Yer the one that ya should worry about.” Smoke lifts Y/N’s hand to rest against the scarred side of his face.

“It’s kind of hard to hear,” Y/N hums, relaxing as the familiar texture against their hand. They have long since memorized every detail and texture of Smoke’s face. “Sort of muffled on my right side. Am I dying?” While said wistfully with a hint of humor, there is a hidden thread of fear laced in their tone.

“The doc said ya might have some hearing loss,” as he speaks, Smoke leans further into Y/N’s touch. “Lucky ya made it out without any spinal damage. Worst of it is a cracked shoulder blade, but otherwise yer just cut up and black and blue all over. So no, yer not dying, love. Ya just might feel like it.”

Boy is Smoke right. Y/N definitely feels as if they have been drug through the mud and wrung out like a wet towel. The aching pain in their back seeps bone deep. All things considered though, things could have turned out far worse. Y/N feels lucky to even be alive.

“Y/N, ya always have done right by me and Olivia,” Smoke moves to now hold Y/N’s hand in both of his own, pulling it towards his lips. Y/N is surprised by the sudden serious tone in his voice. It isn’t often to hear him like that. “Ya put yer own life at risk to protect my girl, even when ya had no obligation to do so. Has me thinking about a lot of things, and has me feeling absolutely gutted. If it weren’t for me ya wouldn’t have been put in this position.”

“James, you can’t blame yourself,” Y/N frowns, wincing as they try to sit themselves further up in the bed. “Olivia may not be my own daughter, but I more than think of her that way. Of course I would do anything to keep her safe. She is important to you, and anything that is important to you is important to me.”

“This new group I’m with, well I know they have enemies,” it's hard hearing the pain that barely flows through Smoke’s voice. “I could have done more. Should have taken steps sooner to make sure both of ya were protected and taken care of. There is also something I should have done for ya a while ago.”

There is a long moment of silence as Smoke lifts his head and stares deep into Y/N’s eyes. A mischievous grin creeps onto his lips while there is a certain glint that reaches his eyes. What could be going through that mind of his?

“I’d like ya to marry me,” Smoke doesn’t skip and beat and seems so calm as he says the words, as if he wasn’t mentioning something that could be life altering. Though, the man is always known for being cool and collected in the face of stress. “Olivia would be just as much yer daughter as she is mine. Wouldn’t have to feel like yer risking yer life for a family that’s not yers. I’d also be able to move ya both somewhere else, somewhere safer.”

Y/N’s mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, absolutely stunned for words. Sure, they have always hoped and suspected their relationship would evolve over time into marriage. Just they...weren’t expecting it to be so sudden? So nonchalant?

“I know, yer absolutely gobsmacked at the thought of being married to this handsome mug,” Smoke teases after nearly a minute has passed without Y/N uttering a single sound. But they can hear the faintest of nerves creeping up into his voice. He is just itching for an answer. “Cat got your tongue, love?”

“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you, James,” Y/N snaps out of their daze. “Honestly, I was beginning to think you would never ask. You both are already my family, marriage just makes it official on paper.”

Excited, Smoke nearly leaps up as he leans over to press a kiss onto Y/N’s lips, only drawing back with a sheepish look when they wince.

“Sorry, love, got a bit too excited,” Smoke sits back in his chair, resting back with a look of beaming pride across his handsome features. “Ya make me one happy bastard.”

#smoke x reader #r6s smoke #smoke #rainbow six siege #rainbow six siege fanfic #rainbow six siege x reader #gender neutral

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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Holiday SAS Headcanons

You guys seem to enjoy these, and I'm enjoying writing them! These are gifts that I think the members of SAS would get their SO and how they would treat their SO in cold weather (warming them up, what food they'd make them, e.t.c.)

Mute - Mute would surprise you with a thoughtful gift...days before Christmas. He wouldn't admit it was because he was impatient and excited to see what you thought of it. He would also be the last one to want to help decorate. He enjoys the holidays, but doesn't really have the ambition to spend time hanging lights and whatnot. He might help you put ornaments on the tree if you give him the puppy dog look that melts his heart every time. If you begged him, he would be inclined to go to your best friend's ugly Christmas sweater party. As long as he puts a smile on your face, he's down for anything at the end of the day.

When it's cold out, Mute will love spending time curled up watching TV with you. As a bit of a history buff, he would enjoy seeing some of the local sights while covered in snow. Surprisingly he is oddly really good at making snowpeople, and you don't judge him for the five he built in the yard after a big snow storm. He even puts little scarves and hats on them.

Smoke - He is always going to make sure you are spoiled. He's the kind of guy to give you love coupons for Christmas and actually follow through with the items on said coupons, particularly the ones that are hands on. He would love to see you and his daughter getting along on Christmas morning, and the look on both of your faces when he surprises you both with your very thoughtful gifts. He also has a cookie recipe that honestly yields the best cookies you've ever tasted, and would love nothing more than for you to decorate them with him.

He really likes going to do things as a family with the two of you. It doesn't matter if it's ice skating, sledding, or just walking downtown and sipping hot cocoa. Of course he would be down for some really cozy cuddling on the couch. His favorite pass time would be silently laying on the couch with your head on his chest while you admire the tree you decorated all together. He wouldn't even complain in the morning when he woke up and his back hurt because you both fell asleep on the couch.

Sledge - Sledge is going to lose his mind trying to figure out what to get you. He would be stressing last minute because his mother will have him second guessing every gift he bought you, despite deep down him knowing that he got you something you will probably like. He prefers Christmas morning to be just the two of you, but will be happy to visit respective families after your personal festivities are done. He's also the type to propose on Christmas morning. You could literally buy him anything and he would be thrilled.

Sledge really likes shoveling, for no good reason other than it's good exercise, and he loves his shovel. He refuses to buy a snowblower even when you tell him he should. He made his own shovel, it looks oddly familiar...Caber 2.0? He will also insist on snowball fighting with you outside after every snow storm, and then he will make it a full time job to warm you up when you lose and your body is nearly frozen and drowned under snowballs that he pelted you with.

Thatcher - He knows how to spoil his SO to the moon and back. Whatever you like, there will be lots of it under the tree. He will also remember one jewelry store you said you liked four years ago and he will continue buying you a new piece of jewelry from that store for every occasion, even if you don't care for the store anymore. You just don' t have the heart to tell him to stop when you see how happy he is to give you the gift. He actually, surprisingly, has a thing for Christmas crafts. He will enjoy working on them together and using them to decorate rather than going to the store to buy decorations.

Thatcher won't admit it, but he loves peppermint hot cocoa and you smirk when you see empty cups in the trash can from his little secret. He will make sure your car is always cleaned off and that there's always a fire in the fireplace on exceptionally cold evenings. While not particularly fond of tech, he secretly appreciates the smart home thermostat so that he doesn't have to get off the couch and stop cuddling with you in order to turn up the heat. Really big fan of classic Christmas movies.

Who should I do next? Christmas is right around the corner and I may not have time to do more beforehand, so maybe we can look at New Year's, or who cares, Christmas headcanons are fine with me any time of year honestly.

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amagoner · 1 year

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Valentine’s day with Smoke

A short domestic blurb about Smoke, because I love him. -------------

The hallway leading into your shared apartment is dark, the door to the living room closed.

“James,” you call out, confused by the seeming emptiness of you home. He had told you he was free today and his adopted daughter was away for a week on a school trip. “I’m home.”

Walking into the living room you’re greeted by a scene you only ever saw in rom com movies.

The light were dimmed, the RGM smart light behind the TV set to an orange red tone to bring a warmth to the room.

The dinner table was set with just about every plate, wine glass and piece of cutlery you owned between the two of you. An enormous bouquet of flowers the centrepiece of the table. Roses and carnations in deep red shades accompanied with peonies and little sprigs of greenery. High white candles lighting the room is a warm yellow glow.

Smoke stands in the kitchen, just closing the oven again. A large glass oven dish on the stove, the content red and white layered. “is that…lasagna?” He looks back at the oven dish, then back at you and smiles. “yes, I made it from scratch. I also made crème brûlée for dessert.”

“Flowers and a candlelit dinner?! Have I swallowed a romance novel? Did you?” “Oh come on now,” James shrugs his shoulder is defeat, sauntering over to where you stand. “You make it sound like I don’t have romantic bone in my body.” He extends his arms you, an invitation for an embrace.

You smile brightly up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, his own hands resting on your hips holding you close to his body. “You didn’t have to do this.” James leans down, kissing you softly, lingering near you. “Yeah, but I wanted to.” “What did I even do to deserve this?” You ask him, he smiles again. “Nothing special, but you’ve been really understanding about my work and my adopted daughter. Who threatened me by the way, that if I wasn’t going to ask you to marry me she would never talk to me again.”

Laughing you bury you face in his chest. “She did not.” He arms wrap around you, hugging you into him. “She did,” he puts his chin on you head. “and when I told her I don’t even have a ring she told me that is a bad excuse.”

Twisting you neck to rest your chin against his chest, reaching up to kiss him again. Eyes still closed you murmur. “You know I don’t need a ring.” “I know.” He hums against you, his lips ghosting over your own while he speaks. “I don’t need one either. All I need is you.” Unraveling himself from you he steps back, keeping you hands in his as he sits down on the chair behind him. “I know life with me can be very hectic, I live on spontaneous decisions and working for Rainbow…” he waves his one hand then grabs you other hand with is. “it’s dangerous and you’re putting up with me like champ.”

He pulls you in so you’re standing between his legs, you hands resting on his shoulders his own hands reaching around to rest on the back of you thighs.

“James, I love you. And my answer is always yes.” Looking up at you there is worry in his eyes. “Even if I don’t have a ring right now…” Whatever he was planning on saying next was lost between your lips. A sign escapes him and he rests his head against you shoulder.

“James? Let’s eat, your cooking actually smells really nice and I’m a little hungry.” Almost on cue you stomach grumbles.

#james smoke porter #smoke #r6s smoke #smoke x reader #r6s x reader #rainbow six siege x reader #rainbow six siege #gonerwords

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wastedr00k · 2 years

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“private but never a secret” - SAS

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

genre: angst

bad liar - imagine dragons

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Mute / Mark R. Chandar

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mark.”

your voice made everyone quiet down, their curiosity peaked.

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

he stood and looked at you, quietly as usual.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“have fun doing nothing in that room.”

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

he wished he said something.

this is the sound of walking away.

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Sledge / Seamus Cowden

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the bottom is lonely, and so is the top.

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smoke / James Porter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but the response he got anything but tender.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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thatcher / Mike Baker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he just nodded and waved you off.

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

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

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

you.

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fandom-imagines-stuff · 2 years

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Spetsnaz and SAS ops on a scale of immediately to never if their friend (the reader) shot them a text saying “Please come pick me up! Location yadayadayada”. How fast would they drive, what are they thinking, etc. (like- Rate them)

Imagine

Extra: You got into a fight (with strangers) over something very dumb.

Spetsnaz:

Tachanka wouldn’t even text back to ask if there was an emergency. He is the type of person to sprint to his car and drive to the location you sent him.

He is definitely the most caring one out of the other ops.

“Please be safe.” His eyebrows would be furrowed the entire ride.

Gets speeding tickets, but won’t care. As long as you haven’t put yourself in a sticky situation, he is willing to pay multiple of ‘em.

“Y/N is going to be the end of me.”

Hearing the tires screeching multiple blocks away, you knew it was Alexs.

Got yourself in trouble over something stupid? Better get ready for the silent treatment he’s going to give.

“Alexs, say something!”

Don’t even try to get this stubborn man talking when he is annoyed. Tachanka would eventually give you an earful, but not until you two reached the parking lot.

10/10 would recommend to text him first. He has always his phone near him and is the quickest to arrive to the location. No matter how often you text him to pick you up, or what the reasoning behind it is. He drives fast and furious to wherever you want him.

Fuze would let out a deep sigh.

Would read your message, but ignore it for a couple of minutes.

Shuhrat would wait until you called him. If it’s an emergency, you would call him instead of send a text.. right?

His mind would start to imagine the worst as he’s still waiting for another text message or a call.

“блядь” (shit)

Would take big steps to where his car is parked.

He would grip the steering wheel a bit too tight and hit the curb as his mind wanders to your safety.

“You better have a good reason to ignore my calls.”

Breaks just in time for the pedestrians to cross the street. Is too much in his head and can’t even remember how he drove to your location. Probably ignored a traffic sign or two.

“It’s not too big of a deal.” Is what you would say wiping the small cut on your cheek. Shuhrat wouldn’t be too upset like Tachanka, but he would still get angry for not informing him enough.

“Why do you even have a phone if you are not gonna use it properly!” Would raise his voice a bit, but cool down pretty quickly.

“Don’t ever text me something vague like that again.”

Be more specific with him, otherwise frustration will be the end of him

7/10 would recommend, but not if there is an emergency emergency. Will ignore your message for a while, until his nerves and imagination gets the best of him.

Glaz is trained to be calm at any given situation.

Timur is not going to freak himself out like the other ops.

Would call you once to ask what’s going on. If he gets no answer in half an hour, that’s when he will pick you up.

Is still worried, but can handle his emotions very well.

Intensely focused on the road and his surroundings.

Glaz possesses a unique and creative approach to problem solving. He would observe your movement and behavior, before getting out of the car.

“Got yourself into trouble again I see. You remind me of myself. Only difference is that I can get myself out of trouble I caused. Unlike you.” Glaz subconsciously rubs the scar on his right eye as he lets out a quick laugh.

Won’t judge you and make sure you feel safe and happy again by joking about the situation.

9/10 would recommend, especially if you need someone to lift up your bad mood. Is not the quickest to arrive, but it is worth the wait.

Kapkan is the type to try and figure out what happened to you.

“Why would Y/N text me something like that? Hmm… I remember them saying this morning-“ etc.

Strategist, even outside of his work.

Doesn’t really worry all too much, but there is a voice in his head telling him to hurry up.

Takes his trusty ol’ knife with him. Just in case.

Talks to himself while driving and follows the traffic rules. “I wonder why Y/N said it that way…”

For Basuda, life is harsh. But level headedness is what matters to him the most.

After seeing you with a bloody lip, he would lose his cool and calm posture for a second.

“What happened and give me the details.” Maxim will listen to every word you have to say. Won’t interrupt even once.

The silence afterwards is what would freak you out. There’s no way guessing what he’s thinking.

6/10 would recommend, but the tension would probably get to you. He gives an unsettling vibe because of his calm aura. He’s too much in his head thinking about why and how. However, he will help cleaning up your small wound.

SAS:

Sledge is at your location in no time.

Big guy is probably the fastest one to come get you.

“Y/N won’t text me in this tone. Must be something wrong.”

He is trying not to get hotheaded, but will curse and push a couple of people out of the way.

“What’s wrong?” Will grab and examine your face. “Who hurt you?”

Makes you feel instantly save and puts an arm around your shoulder.

Walks you to the car and keeps on asking questions.

He understands why you would fight over something dumb, because he does the same thing.

Makes you promise to not do something that’s going to put you in danger again.

Will hug you tight.

10/10 would recommend, is a very caring and easy going friend. Will understand your irrational decision making, but will make you promise a thousand times to not get in trouble again.

Mute will ignore the beeping sound coming from his phone.

Chandar is very reserved and can be cold towards people. Including you.

He experiences a lot of social agitation and therefore not check the message for as long as he can. (1 hour max.)

“Can’t they just be more specific?” Gets annoyed but still manages to drag himself to his car.

Drives very relaxed and even enjoys the view on his way.

“Why would they text me?” He asks himself.

Does get a little worried after seeing a bit of blood on your shirt, but won’t push you into the topic.

Says nothing during or after the ride back.

3/10 would actually not recommend. You need to be his best friend since childhood for him to take you seriously. He just gets uncomfortable with expressing himself or ask personal questions. Chandar will judge you silently.

Smoke will run out of the house without grabbing a jacket.

James is a thrill seeker and he enjoys chaos. But not when it comes to his friends. Then he is more cautious and serious.

He drives like he is going to miss an important appointment. Like he has no care in the world.. or traffic. But will still turn on the radio for some music to calm his nerves.

Your phone will read ’50 missed calls from James.”

Won’t like seeing you hurt and you will need a little bit of force to keep him out of trouble.

“It’s fine, James. Let’s just go please. Don’t start a fight.” You will have to drag him out of the place.

Will demand to hear the entire story and eventually pat your back and say “it takes courage to stand up for yourself. Just be more careful the next time.”

8/10 would recommend, because he is a little reckless himself and will stand up for you no matter what. Very supportive and fast. Only thing is that you will have to drag him out before he gets himself in trouble.

Thatcher is a force no one can stop.

He is driving aggressively because he thinks of the worst case scenario.

If there is no real emergency, please don’t text him like that. Thatcher has a hell of a temper and get’s triggered very easily.

Will walk fast towards you and ask you where they hurt you.

Motions you to sit and wait in the car.

“I’ll be right back.”

There is no way you can stop him from ‘paying them back’.

After waiting for a couple of minutes, you can see his shirt wrinkled and sweat forming on his forehead. Hands still shaking.

“Mike, what are you-“ “I don’t want to hear anything right now.”

Is quiet and radiates anger. Anything that reminds him of his loved ones getting hurt, makes him see red. Even if it is over something stupid.

0/10 would not recommend, because of the anger and also making you feel bad about the situation. Better choose someone else to text if you don’t want Thatcher to get hurt. Emotionally and physically.

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astheraa · 2 years

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Wanna date? Smoke x Reader

Hehe

,,Yo Y/N wanna date?“ , James asked you while literally shooting white masks into their heads. ,,We‘re literally in the middle of something and you have nothing better to ask than that“, you shouted at him across the room, sitting on the floor reloading your weapon.

,, I‘m bored, sorry“ ,,You‘re bored, how is that possible?“ , you look at him confused. He comes over to you after checking if everything’s clear, sitting ride beside you. ,, You know this is getting boring, always fighting against those guys and they aren‘t getting better, I‘m embarrassed for them. They even lose against Mozzie and he‘s only like 1,60 tall ?“, he‘s reloading his gun and takes care of his sore.

,, I don’t know, but isn’t this like kind of our job?“ ,,Your job should be my Girlfriend sweetie“, he says while taking his mask of and looking at you.

Well he‘s handsome, fuck. ,, You know, that I don‘t really got time for all of this relationship stuff.“ , you said while looking over your cover. Seems like no ones left, so you cannot escape this situation. You get back into your position starring of into the distance thinking about James

You have a tiny crush on him but it‘s nothing serious, it‘s like those Highschool Hallway crushes, tiny but never with the intention of getting serious. ,, Thinking of me?“ , he said now with his head on your lap grinning at you slightly. ,, Actually yeah, but just how this position is really unfortunate if someone is coming around that corner any second“

He pouts and gets up. ,, Wow and I thought you thought about how hot I am.“, He says while going thru his hair. ,, Come one, let‘s get out of here. I‘ll call Harry“, he says slightly moody. ,,Is he really being pissy now ?‘‘, you thought to yourself, but didn’t want to ask him now. He‘s going in front of you not saying a word, normally he would talk your ear off after a mission.

Back at the Headquarters your paths splitted, you got into your room and he got into his. You didn’t see him the rest of the day and even mark shrugged his shoulders as you asked him. Not even Mark knew what was wrong with James. And that should be concerning alone.

So In the Evening you went to his room just to check up on him, you even brought him some leftovers form eating earlier, just to be sure he eats something. You knock and seconds later he opens the door, looking moody like in the morning. ,, What‘s up?“, he asks.

,, what’s wrong with you?“, you ask him straight. ,, A lot thanks for asking“, he wanted to close the door but you put your foot between the door.

,, What’s wrong James?“, you ask him almost whispering. ,, You know, I think I like you and you don‘ even think I‘m hot, but you’re hot and if you don‘t think I‘m hot I don’t know, I don‘t feel so hot anymore“, he said thru the half closed door. You just couldn’t contain yourself anymore and just burst out laughing. He just stands there confused.

,,You‘re cute for saying that“, you say inbetween laughs. ,, You think that?“, he says while opening the door fully again. ,, Yeah I do, you know I just had a tiny crush on you but now standing in front of you, I realise it might not be as tiny as I thought.“

He looks at you for a good second before pulling you into his arms. ,, So you think that I‘m hot“ ,, Yeah I do dummy“

,, So you wanna be my girlfriend?“ ,, Yeah,I‘d kinda love to“

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I‘m kind of back lol. Might not be my best story but we‘re getting somewhere

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vampsquerade · 2 years

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Could I please ask for Smoke comforting the reader? Thank you!

of course you can, anon! thank you so much for your request! can we talk about how fucking hot smoke looks in the game? like…whole face revealed in the game’s engine…that card oh my god…WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE RAINBOW FOR NIGHTHAVEN YOU PIECE OF SHI- dies

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Smoke x GN!Reader: A Better Option

Trigger Warnings: angst with a happy ending, comfort/hurt, really bad breakups, physical altercations, confessions of love

Sitting outside on the porch of your now ex-partner’s home, you wait patiently in tears for the person you were calling to pick up. After one more ring, there was a click, “Y/N, you never call at this hour. What’s wrong mate?” It was James. “Are…Are you busy? I need somebody to come pick me up, and you were the first person that came to mind…” you say. “You’re in luck, I’m driving right now. Tell me where you are and I’ll go get you.” James asked. “I’m at my ex’s house…I’m sorry for bothering you while you were driving…” you apologize. “Oi, don’t you go apologizing for anything. You can never bother me.” James reassured, voice now firm. “O-Okay…I’ll see you soon…” you say softly. “Grand.” James said before you hung up on him.

You continue to wait patiently for him, continuing to cry into your knees on the front porch. After a bit of alone time outside, your ex’s front door opens the same time a car pulls up in front of their house, “Y/N…please listen to me. It was just an accident! We were drunk, a-and it didn’t mean anything!” your ex yells behind you. You quickly stand and walk off their porch, storming towards James who had now stepped out of his car. “What the bloody hell did you do to them, hm? The fuck’s the reason why they’re standing outside in the cold at this fucking hour of the night?” James asked angrily. “And who are you? Did…did this dumb fucking idiot really get mad at me for cheating? Ha! For all I know, Y/N’s probably been cheating on me this whole time.” your ex stated matter of factly.

A painful twist in your heart causes more tears to well in your eyes, and that’s when things get physical. James quickly throws a punch at your ex, causing them to stagger backwards. “The name’s James Fucking Porter, and you’ll do damn well to remember it. Arms up, prick. I ain’t leaving ‘til I punch your teeth in, or ‘til you apologize to Y/N for even thinking they would cheat on some sack of shit like you.” he says. Your ex shakes their head and steady themself before throwing a slightly disoriented punch back. James quickly ducks before standing back up, delivering a right hook to his jaw hard and knocking him out. The person your ex cheated on you with comes outside after hearing the commotion and storms over to James, only for him to raise his fist at them.

“Clear off or get snookered,” he warned, causing them to completely freeze up and stare at James like a deer in headlights. “Take that bloody prick inside. And start packing all of Y/N’s things soon, we’ll be back tomorrow for it all. If there’s anything missing, you’re paying for it. In full.” The other person froze in place and nodded, reaching down and dragging your ex back inside the house. You just stare at the situation that unfolded in front of you, wondering why James had gotten so aggressively protective like that.

James then turns around and motions for you to get into the passenger’s seat of his car and you do so, buckling yourself in quietly. He gets into the driver’s seat and slams the car door shut before buckling himself in and starting the car again. The atmosphere is tense, and you do your best not to make a single sound as James begins to drive away. You didn’t want to bother him further, already hating yourself for looking absolutely pathetic in front of him. But he didn’t say anything at all. James was deathly silent for once, and you knew it was because of your current situation. Seeing you in a state like this made him feel terrible, it practically killed him.

After a bit of driving, James pulled into a nearly forgotten pathway before stopping his car and getting out. You don’t hesitate but to follow suit and get out, watching James for his next move. He then went to the trunk of his car and grabbed a blanket, walking to you and draping said blanket over your shoulders. “Stick close to me, I’ll get you sorted.” he commands gently, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You nod silently, and the two of you begin walking down another path that went to the left. The fresh autumn air breezes through you, making you shiver slightly and pull the blanket closer to yourself. James feels you moving a bit, and he wraps his arm around you a bit tighter to try and keep you warm.

Soon enough, the two of you reach a lone bench underneath a giant, beautiful tree and sit down together on it. Once you’ve been sat, your body begins trembling as your emotions begin to consume you like the waves of a dark and violent ocean again. You’re crying again, except this time, much more audibly and way harder than before. James turns you to face him and he holds you tightly, gently rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you. He lets you cry for as long as you need to before you feel a bit more relieved, gently pushing away from him so you could explain everything. “I…found them cheating on me when I got home from a late shift at the hospital…they said it was an accident, blaming it on the fact that they were drunk…” you say.

James wipes your tears from your face gently, moving his oxygen mask down for a moment to give you a kiss on the forehead before putting it back in place. “The fact that they left you out there all alone for so long without even waiting outside for someone to get you was proof enough they didn’t care at all.” he said. “I just get tunnel vision sometimes, you know..? I never would have thought they did this and…what if this isn’t the first time, and it’s just been the time I caught them?” you ask. “Don’t overthink about that wanker. There’s other people out there who will treat you like you’re their most prized possession.” James said, looking you directly in the eye. You see something hiding beneath the sharp anger and darkness he was feeling towards your ex right now, but you couldn’t quite decipher it. “What do you mean by that specifically..?” you ask. James’ eyes now soften, revealing a shine in them you’d never seen before.

It was love.

“I would never treat you like that. You don’t deserve to be sad over some sorry excuse of a person who didn’t love you enough. You deserve to be loved and cared for. And…I reckon I wouldn’t mind if I was the one who gave that to you.” James confessed. Your eyes widened, and before you could speak, James moved his oxygen mask once more and leaned forward to kiss you. Body frozen as if the universe itself had paused all functions, you’re shocked he even had feelings like this for you. Once he pulled away, James gave you a hopeful look, “Please let me be the one to do that for you. Let me be the one who treats you right. I’ve never quite felt like this for anybody in my life.” he said. “Wh-What if your daughter doesn’t like this idea..?” you ask. “You know how much she cares about you. She wouldn’t mind it one bit.” he said.

You contemplate it for a moment, before coming to another realization about yourself. This whole time, before your ex cheated on you, you had always felt something for James beneath the surface. He was so much more fun than your ex, life was refreshing with him every time he was around before a mission. “I’ll have to take you up on that…thank you, and I’m sorry I didn’t realize how you felt about me sooner…I would have left that idiot long ago if you just told me…” you say. “No worries. I didn’t understand these feelings I had for you, just knew I had ‘em. But tonight, thinking of these feelings, it’s much different from what I thought it was. I love you.” he said right off the bat. You smile softly, “I love you too…you’re the best.”

#r6s #rainbow six siege #r6s x reader #rainbow six siege x reader #r6s smoke #james porter #smoke x reader #angst #angst fic #angst with a happy ending #eventual fluff #fluff #confessions #x reader #x reader angst #x reader fluff #r6s x reader angst #r6s x reader fluff #r6s SAS

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

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itsohh · 2 years

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Sprained

A/N: I always wanted to try writing for Maxim, this is kinda soft!Kapkan but I think it’s also my intepretation of him as a character. I think hes a really neat but sorta complex character which I wish we had more lore / interactions with. I tried to make this gn / ambiguous to challenge myself in something new by design.

Summary: After an injury forces Maxim to need your medical help, you go to check up on him later in his bedroom.

Word count: 3023

Warnings: NSFT, smut, patient / doctor relationship (I guess??), praise knk

AO3

"Come on sweetheart just you and me. One night."

"No thanks, James." Not once did you look up from your work, continuing to type away at the computer. "I'm not sure if you noticed but I have a decent amount of paperwork to do."

"Which is why you should take a break, and have some fun."

"And let Gustave work himself to the bone in my absence? Uh, uh. How he managed to before I arrived amazes me." You mumbled the second part under your breath.

"Come on doll, it's just one night. One date that's all I ask."

"Unless you have some type of injury I'm going to ask you to leave the med bay."

"I do." You narrowed your eyes as you finally looked up from the computer and at him.

"It's a broken heart." He gave you a shit-eating grin. "And there's only one way to cure it."

"Goodbye James." There was a sudden knock at the door and your eyes fluttered up to see Elias holding up Maxim while Alexandr held open the door.

"Ah what happened? Carry him over to the table." You asked Alexandr before instructing Elias. Your eyes snapped to James as he opened his mouth. "You, out. I need space." A defeated sigh left him but he did as you asked, squeezing past the other three men.

"Ah well I pushed him through a soft wall but then there was a stairway next to it. He fell kinda weird and his leg got trapped under his body on impact." Elias explained, a guilty look spread across his face.

"Hmm, Alexandr can you get Gustave I shouldn't be…"

"It's fine, just work," Maxim grumbled out before his words turned into a light hiss when you touched his ankle. Elias looked a little confused by your hesitation to treat him but Alexandr didn’t, for he knew about the conflict of interest.

"May those two stay?" Your eyes glanced up at him and he nodded. "When you fell did you hear anything? Does it only hurt when I touch it?"

"Didn't hear anything, was too focused on Elias, constantly hurting."

"On a scale?"

"Four."

"I thought I heard like a pop sound when it happened but it's hard to hear with so much going on." Elias spoke from behind you, sitting in one of the spare chairs.

"Alright, can you carry him over to the x-ray room? I think it might be a sprain, nasty one at that but I do want to just check for a fracture."

It had been a grade 2 sprain. Which ended up with you icing the ankle before you ordered him to sit out of any combat for about a month. It was an order he hadn't been glad to hear about but didn't protest. He of all people knew the importance of letting something heal. You had Gustave look over your work and sign off on it before you headed out for the night. For once James hadn't appeared again.

There was a low response when you knocked on the door allowing you to come in. You opened and closed the door behind you, Maxim lay on his bed, book in hand while his foot was stretched out; the air cast visible for you to see.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

"Better now I've had time to rest. It's not hurting like it was thank you." You came and sat down on the eye eyeing his ankle before he suddenly wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you against him into a side cuddle.

"Stop worrying about it. You did what was necessary now we have to let it heal. You're a good doctor, don't doubt yourself." His eyes squinted for a second. His book was shut, bookmarker in place as he tilted your head towards him and placed his lips against his. Slowly he mouthed his mouth again yours. The light taste of alcohol mixed with his natural taste flooded your senses as he gript onto the back of your neck. His other hand drifted down your ass before he gave it a hard squeeze. You hummed as your lips moved faster and he used the grip on your behind to pull you from your side to on top of him.

"Maxim." You breathed out as you broke from the kiss, his pelvis grinding up against your own. You sat up on top of him and looked down at the man. "You should be taking this easy I told you no rigorous activity.”

"It's a good thing you are here then, my own personal doctor to look after me." Eyes ran up and down your body and he gave your ass a light slap which moulded into a grab. The action had you fall forward against his chest which he accepted with his free arm. "My good little doctor." His voice growled in your ear, full of lust. "Taking care of me so well hmm?”

"Maxim…" Your voice cut off as his lips roughly pressed against yours, your hips rolled down against his. With one hand still groping your ass, he snaked his hand under your shirt, feeling from the bottom of your stomach up to your chest. A light tug on your nipple had you gasping against his lips. "Such a pretty doctor in these tight fucking pants." Another slap to your rear had you moaning against him. He used both hands to pull up your shirt, only breaking the contact between your lips for a moment before he tossed it on the ground next to you. "My doctor." There was a small grin that formed on your face as you suddenly hopped off of him. He didn't say anything right away but narrowed his eyes as you walked towards the door. "Now how good of a doctor would I be…" You shut the lock on his door. "If I let someone come in and interrupt us." You bent over while pulling your pants and underwear down, giving the Russian a perfect view.

There was the light sound of his zip being opened and now fully naked, you turned to see his dick in his hand, slowly pleasuring himself as he took in your form.

Step by step you walked back to the man, one of his hands lightly brushed against your leg as you mounted him once again, the bed did well not to shake much under your combined weight. You learnt over so your lips were millimetres from his own, your hand reached next to his head. Right when your lips were about to meet his, your hand curled around the unmarked bottle of lube and pulled away from him. His hand gript onto your thigh and you could see the lust in his blown pupils. "Ah, gentle Maxim, I wouldn't want you to do anything strenuous while your healing hmm?"

"You will need to watch your back from now on." His gruff voice warned, his hand let off himself and snatched the bottle from your hand. His eyes fluttered closed with a hiss when your hips lowered over his pelvis, finally making contact with his own.

Ever so slowly, you rubbed down against the man as he coated his fingers. "Hmm was that a threat? Perhaps my services aren't needed here after all." You lifted your body off of his and his hand found its mark on your hip, a tight grip that was sure to leave a light bruise in the morning. His eyes found yours as his lubricated fingers found their destination in your hole. Bit by bit he pushed them inside, a shaky breath left your mouth at the action which turned into a swear when they were both fully inside. "Mmm so fucking tight aren't you?" His voice was quiet, determined and completely focused on you. Your hands found the bottle that he had discarded on his chest and you generously applied some to your hand before you wrapped it around his uncut cock. A curse left his lips as you spread the lube across him, moving your hand slowly that had him pause his actions. No longer did he scissor your hole, his eyes shut.

Your impatience got the better of you, your hips started to lift up and down on his fingers, fucking them. His eyes suddenly snapped open and he yanked his finger away from you, an action that let a pathetic wine leave your lips. Now completely empty. With both hands, he picked you up by the hips and pulled you forward so you were once again sitting directly above him. The action forced you to let go of his cock and spread your hands on his chest for balance. His slightly wet hand let go of your side, the other still there for balance, then used it to direct his dick at your entrance. A breathy moan left your mouth as he slowly inched his impossibly large length inside of you. Your back arched and your head tilted back as your pelvis finally met his. The pair of you panted as all movements were completely still. Your head tilted forward to face his. His eyes stared into your own and his tattooed hands found their resting spot on your hips.

"Thank you for looking after me, my love." His voice was soft and caring. A vulnerability only a few had seen before. A laugh bubbled in your chest.

"It's my job, Maxim. Of course, I'll look after you." A tsk left his mouth as he rephrased.

"It is not your job to love me, no? I thank you for loving me as much as I love you." The confession caused your face to flush even more.

"Maxim, I…" You were momentarily stunned, your heart throbbing in your ear, almost as loud as his cock throbbing inside of you. "I love you so fucking much Maxim." You growled as you bent over and pressed your lips against his. "And I hate seeing you hurt. Even if it is our job. I can't even ask you to be more careful because I know you’re already the most careful of us." You spoke against his lips. "And I know you will treat your wound well." His arm wrapped around your back and pulled you close. "So you never have to thank me for loving you, because you look after yourself and that's all I could ever ask for." With one arm still wrapped around you, his right hand came to caress your cheek.

"Mmm." He hummed before he kissed you again. His right arm tightened around you, and he pulled you flush against his chest. The action cause your angle to change and he slipped an inch out of you. "Fuck." You swore before his hand let go of your face and placed it under your ass. It gave him the perfect position to raise you off him and then immediately pulled you back down in a sudden motion. "Fuck!" You swore as broke away from his lips, the fire ignited in his eyes as he started to continue the movement. "Just like that Maxim, holy shit." Your words fueled his actions and he unwrapped his arm from you so that hand mirrored his other in order to help fuck you. You leaned forward against his cock, liquid shushing sounds joining the sound of your flesh slapping against each other as you sprayed your hands on his chest again, fucking yourself down on him.

His hair started to get wet from sweat slightly as he growled out, your bodies moving in perfect sync. "When I get better, I am going to ruin your perfect body. Going to bend you over and fuck you till your raw."

"Promise?" His eyebrows narrowed at your answer and his hips started to fuck up into you. Any pain from his sprain was completely forgotten.

"Your mine. My perfect doctor." Slammed his hips around you, his voice resolved into pants as he lost rhythm. His hand found its way to your front and started to pleasure you, adding to your tightening core. "Shit- Maxim."

"Hmm going to cum for me, little doctor?" His voice was quiet as his eyes bore into yours. "Go on then, let loose. Let loose for me." He let go of you and your core finally snapped. Pleasure shot through your body as reality faded away from you, a pleasant calm and relation consuming your body moments before Maxim's seed filled you up. He continued to fuck you through your orgasm at a messy pace, his seed overflowed from your inside and made a mess between the pair of you. With a couple of final thirsts, he pulled you down against his chest. The only sound in the room was your joint pants as you set your head against his chest. Your eyes fluttered closed and he started to lightly stroke your hair.

The pair of you stayed there for a moment before you rolled off him, his dick slipping loose causing the both of you to let out a small groan as his seed spilled out ever so slowly. "Here, let's get you to the bathroom. Do you need a hand standing up?"

"No need."

With shaky legs, you wandered into the small bathroom. Each operator had their own private bathroom at the base, just big enough for a sink, toilet and bath shower hybrid. Considering the role of being such an experienced and skilled operator Harry believed everyone was entitled to such luxuries as well as his belief that privacy would help with morale, considering this was your normally permanent residence.

Water started to fill up the bathtub rather quickly which you watched before testing the temperature with your elbow. You turned to see Maxim, his shirt on the ground with his pants and underwear. There was a mix of his and your own cum around his pelvis which would have no doubt covered his pants. His steps were slow and careful, making sure not to put too much weight on his foot. "Keep it out of the water." You instructed him as you held out an arm to help him get in the warm water. There was the loud splosh of him sitting down before you joined him at the other end of the tub. It wasn't big enough for you two to fully lay down but it still managed to fit the pair of you. Gently you directed his sprained ankle to rest elevated to the side of you. "If you feel it start swelling again we will need to ice it more." You hummed as you cleaned the pair of you.

"Mmm." Your eyes fluttered up to see him laying back, relaxed with his eyes shut.

"Perhaps I need to look after you more often? I highly doubt you pamper yourself very often."

"I enjoy the simplicity of the outdoors."

"Uh huh, is that why you're melting beneath my hands right now?"

"I never said I wasn't one for a little change on the odd occasion."

"Hmm, one day I should take you out to a spa." A single eye of his opened and you continued. "Mm maybe convince Harry to let a few groups of us go. Doctors' recommendation for relaxation. Help loosen up everyone's stiff muscles, god knows everyone could use it with the tension arising."

"With Rainbow and Nighthaven?"

"Mhmm, Gustave's going to go crazy from it. Tch, then the recent seasonal didn't help. Especially with what Kali pulled." Your voice trailed off as you looked away from your lover.

"You didn't approve of her actions?" Your eyes snapped to his in response to his question.

"You perfect what you practice, despite was she said about it being a game I can't help but wonder if she would be just as quick to use her own team as bait. Tch, I may not always agree with the one hundred per cent by-the-book vibe that Eliza has but what Kali did rub me the wrong way. How can you do your job properly if you have to look over your shoulder for enemies and allies both?"

His eyes were both open and he sat forward to run his hands up and down your leg. "I agree. We would get nowhere if there's a rabbit dog waiting to bite in your pack."

"There's no I in team." You summarised.

"But there is in win."

"As well as die." He chuckled at the response as his fingers started to make light circles on your skin. "I am worried about rainbow six though. All the infighting will bubble over sooner or later and rather not spend hours on end fixing people's wounds. Especially if it's our friends and teammates that cause them."

"If it's our teammates and friends that deliberately cause us harm they are foe not friend wouldn't you agree?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"If it comes to it, do not hesitate for your enemy will not show you the same kindness."

"Ah, Maxim that almost sounds like concern."

"Does that surprise you? That I care? Too often have I seen good soldiers like you lose their life to a split hesitation. I would prefer it if you were alive when I returned."

Your face flushed at his words as you looked away. "I forget that you can be so…"

"So?" He seemed almost amused by the situation.

"Ah intense, straightforward so… you." He laughed in response as you threw your hands in the air.

"Would you prefer I sugar-coated my words? Dodging around the matter at hand?"

Your hand rubbed your own face in exacerbation. "No of course not, that w-would be changing who you are and t-that-" You cut your spluttering off with a sigh which turned into a smile when Maxim grinned in amusement. "You are having far too much enjoyment teasing me."

"I assure you I have no idea what your speaking of, my dear." You slapped him lightly on his normal leg.

"You are just the worst."

"And yet you love me all the same?"

"I do, Maxim yeah I do."

#r6s #rainbow six siege #kapkan x reader #r6s kapkan #maxim basuda #the gif is my own #oh yeah james porter is there for like the all of five minutes #because i think smoke is pretty hot but at the same time I would be very happy #smashing his face into a wall for betraying r6 #which gives me this fantasy of wanting to reject him

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