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frogchiro · 2 months

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I hear it is time to spread the word of our lord and savior Tachanka? 👀

link: (https://rainbowsix.fandom.com/wiki/Tachanka_(Siege) Context of link: Just the wiki page of R6 operator Tachanka.

But I wanna highlight a few things!!!

Alexsandr Senaviev was born on November 3rd in Leningrad, Russia to a military family. At the age of eighteen, Senaviev was conscripted into military service just as the Soviet Union was ending its operations in Afghanistan. Upon the dissolution of his draft, Senaviev opted to enlist full time. He was part of the wrestling league, where his formidable frame and match strategy earned him accolades.

Alexsandr Senaviev has a boisterous sense of humor with a booming laugh. He can be quite blunt, but without the intent to offend

Senaviev's younger sister is a doctor and our discussion had barely started when he was showing me pictures of her in her doctor's smock, along with a dozen more photos of his nieces and nephews and his own kids. […] He and his sister grew up in a strict household without many things, which is why he makes a great effort to enjoy life. They both make sure that their kids are loved and raised with laughter. At the same time, he doesn't like to buy or accumulate physical objects and emphasizes this with his children, much to their consternation. I suspect that's also partly to do with his divorce. […]

(Also the main reason why we refer to Tachanka as 'lord'/godly is mainly 'cause his weapons/loadout is shit.)

Ladies and gentlemen, we got ourselves a REAL LIFE DILF <33

From what I gathered on his wiki he has at least two children, one of them a son and an ex-wife! Also him being an ex wrestler because of his size and strength...

Imagine being a babysitter for his kids, a 6 year old boy and a sweet 3 year old girl who absolutely adore their nanny who spends the majority of their time with them since their father is still a busy man and their mother is using her newfound freedom as a divorced woman so you're babysitting the little ones for a hefty sum from their dad whenever you're free from college.

But you have to admit, while the kids are literal angels and a delight to babysit, they nor the money are the sole reason for you being so eager to babysit and their father, Alexsandr, played a huge part in it too.

He was so large and heavily build, no doubt from his years in the military but his charming, boisterous attitude combined with his broad, toothy grin that almost seemed boyish on his mature face was what really made you fall for him :(( Whenever the kids were playing or napping, you two had a little time with each other to just talk and spend time together, get to know each other better because 'Let's not make this one of those stick-in-the-ass rigid employer-employee relationships, yes?' as Alexsandr put it himself.

The connection between you deepened but you were still so shy under his clear blue eyes :(( You couldn't possibly do the first move, what if he doesn't return your feelings? He's much older than you, he has a military career, two kids and a divorce, surely he wouldn't ever be interested in someone like you...right?

Ofc little did you know that Alexsandr was tugging his lengthy, heavy cock every night after sending you off with a thick wad of cash and a loud, happy thank you for taking care of his kids, though in reality he was everything but happy :(( Like it or not but the burly male fell for you, the most cliche thing on earth, the young, sweet babysitter that visited him home almost every day to care for his little ones with a gentle smile towards them and him too, such a stark contrast from his ex wife...

He was cumming every night multiple times to the thought of you right here beside him, in his bed, all nice and naked, sated and warm after a night of passionate love making. He came on his hairy tummy with a displeased growl, once the post nut clarity set in and realized that he wasted so much precious seed when it could be inside you >:(

Alexsandr knew he had to have you, had to confess to you how he felt but didn't know how; his loud, charismatic attitude failing him for the first time in years but these thoughts were for the time being pushed back once again to the back of his mind. He could think of a better solution on how to win you over once he wasn't so terribly horny, testosterone clouding his mind as his heavy cock jumped to life once again, thick potent sperm oozing from his swollen tip and Alexsandr could only think about how well he could breed you, he was a real stud despite his age y'know? Plus he always wanted another kid anyway <33

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #rainbow six siege x reader #lord tachanka #tachanka #tachanka x reader #i can't with the fact that the 'lord' part is sarcastic bc his weapons are shit😭#rainbow six siege #r6s x reader

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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✨Rainbow Six characters as parents✨

#Rainbow Six #Rainbow Six Siege #rainbow six siege x reader #rainbow six x reader #rainbow six ace #Rainbow six Glaz #rainbow six memes #Rainbow six Kapkan #Rainbow six Tachanka #Rainbow Six Doc #Rainbow six Fuze #Rainbow six Jäger #Rainbow six Jackal #Rainbow six Montagne #Relationship dynamics

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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The Spetsnaz with a Breeding Kink

Spetz Boys X f!Reader

I just couldn't help myself with this one y'all. I had to do it.

Summary: Headcanons for the Spetz boys and they want to put a baby in you...BAD.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, breeding kink, reader is not on birth control, Spetz boys do not care and will not be using condoms, p in v creampie, rough sex, cum as lube, pregnancy, reader is smol, lactation kink (minor mention)

Word Count: 1.1k

Russian Terms Used:

Printsessa = Princess

Krasivaya = Beautiful

Shuhrat "Fuze" Kessikbayev

Shuhrat is on the quieter side, so the way he enjoys this kink is a bit more subtle than others.

At first he just likes to think about what it would be like to have you carrying his baby, but he won't talk about it yet, he doesn't want to scare you away

When you start having sex, he isn't pushy, but he won't hesitate to fuck you when you even so much as mention it.

He loves to be able to see your face while he does it. He wants to see your eyes roll back and your lips parted in breathy moans while your cunt gushes over his cock.

Even more, he wants to look at you while he comes.

He's frozen when his cock is buried completely to the hilt, shooting hot ropes into you, pumping you full with every drop until he's completely drained.

He wants to make sure his dick is in as far as it can go so you don't lose a single drop.

"Look at how well you take me," he says while he thrusts up into you some more, pushing his seed further inside.

He won't pull out of you until he's fully soft and has no choice. He revels in the way you look on your back with cum dripping out of your pussy.

"I can't wait to see what you look like with a big pregnant belly." He'd say in a low tone, touching your abdomen with a large hand.

He's not done either, he's going to fuck you every night for several nights until you get a positive test, and then he isn't going to stop telling you how happy he is to know you're carrying his child.

Alexsandr "Tachanka" Senaviev

Alexsandr is a big man, and he's always loved the idea of fucking into your small frame and breeding you with his babies. When the time finally came, he was not shy about it.

His favorite way to take you is bent over, face in the mattress, with his cock buried deep inside your soaked cunt. You cried the first time, but told him to keep going anyway. Secretly he was glad you cried...he kinda liked the way it sounded.

He enjoys looking down and seeing your pussy split over his dick while he pushes in deeper and harder.

When he comes, filling you to the brim with his white heat, he loves the wet sound it makes when he fucks it into you the second he gets hard again, using it instead of lube.

It takes several hours of breeding you until he's satisfied, and you're nearly passed out from exhaustion and overstimulation.

He knows it's not likely to happen, but he's secretly hoping you'll be pregnant with quadruplets. He wants you to be as big and round as possible.

He also cannot wait for you to start lactating. The idea of replacing the crap at the store with your breast milk is what gives Alexsandr life these days.

When you do get pregnant, he's on his knees worshipping the ground you walk on, and he tells you constantly how beautiful you look all big and round with his baby in you.

Timur "Glaz" Glazkov

Timur is anything but a selfish lover, but when the thought of you carrying his child enters his mind, he can't stop thinking about it, and all the things he wants to do to you to make it happen.

It becomes almost an obsession for him, he's painting it, drawing it, it's always running through his thoughts. So when he finally gets to fuck you, you can imagine it's messy.

His mouth is all over you while he stuffs you with his cock. He's kissing you, sucking on your neck, and nipping at each breast until you're whining through each orgasm.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk, printsessa." He would say with his face buried in your neck.

He meant what he said, and he would fuck you relentlessly, taking his usually selfless nature out of the equation. He wants you good and used up, pussy dripping with excess cum.

When he's finished inside of you for the third time, and is frustrated, unable to get himself hard again, he demands that you stay on your back while he draws you like that.

"You look so good, do not move." He'll say. "Keep it inside, don't let anymore fall out."

As he draws you, he gets hard again, but won't fuck you until he's done with his work.

Maxim "Kapkan" Basuda

The usual quiet, calm, and collected Maxim goes completely feral at the thought of breeding you. The moment you mention wanting to have a kid, he's already thinking about all the ways he wants to split you open.

He always wanted to be a dad, and thinking about how good you'll look carrying his child...oh he can hardly stand it.

Like an animal in the wild he's mounting you, face down into the bed. He likes the way you sound whimpering underneath him.

When he's done bending you over every surface in your house, he then likes to take his fingers and shove the cum back into you. Any bit that's dribbled down your thighs is getting stuffed back in there.

"You have such a cute little pussy, krasivaya, so good at taking my cum." He'd tell you while pumping his thick digits in and out of you.

He's also going to have you naked as much as possible, so he can take you any time he's good and ready. You spend most of your time at home either filled with Maxim's cock, or filled with his spend.

When you are pregnant, his hands are on you almost at all times. If he can touch you, then he can protect you. He becomes very overprotective, to a point that drives you a little crazy.

He also can't stop fucking you while you're pregnant though. The feeling of sucking on your swollen tits while your cunt crushes his cock in orgasm has no comparison.

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Don't know what came over me with this one. Just had to get it out of my system. Let me know if you want me to do the other groups! I don't mind writing m!Reader if one of the groups has a woman in it (GSG9 for instance)

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puff0o0 · 3 months

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Thinking of writing for kapkan from Rainbow six siege (specifically doing the self aware au with him just let me do research hehehe)

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wastedr00k · 4 months

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Ahhhh you’re back!!! I’m so happy to see you again! 🖤🖤 not sure if you will write for Fenrir from r6s? Some people are ok with him and others not so much. But if so could I please request either some nsfw headcanons or just a nsfw one shot of him and either a gender neutral or afab reader? Thank you so so much!

fenrir x reader (rainbow six siege)

synopsis; nsfw headcannons

genre; nsfw / 18+

words: 419

× on contrary to popular belief, fenrir leans more towards vanilla/loving sexual preference ; and he does not have much, if any, experiences with anyone else

× always eager to please his partner

× but that doesn't mean he won't use punishment as a teacher, if he deems fit, be prepared for a long night ;

sometimes he'll throw in some chemicals that act as a sex pollen, to either heighten your senses or/and increase your sexual desires, with consent of course

sensory deprivation for sure, blindfolded being his favorite among all for sure

× not an exhibitionist, he rather keep your body for his own private viewing and enjoyment

× a very verbal man during sex, either praises or degrading, sometimes he's feral side comes through and mixes both together, but it's always a good mix ;

"you're taking me so well, my darling. keep squeezing around me and i'll make sure to reward you well." Fenrir growls, his thrusts and pace unrelenting.

with your hands tied behind your back, cheeks pressed into the bed, there really wasn't much that you could say in response. all you could focus on was the feeling of Emil filling you up over and over again, his heat piercing you over and over again, pressing against all of your sweet spots.

"am i pleasuring you so well you can't even speak out a simple sentence? such a well behaved darling, letting me use your body like this." he chuckles and landed a slap on your ass cheeks, "keep still my darling, we still got a long night ahead.".

"you taste so sweet, give me more, use me to feel good." Emil breathed out, then pulling you down into his face by holding your thighs down. having you sit on his face has always been his favorite position. your hot flesh pressed against him while his tongue works in wonders on your heat, with his fingers digging into your skin, sure to leave marks but he'll kiss it later anyway. as moans of his name leaves your mouth, you can't help but to notice his very erect cock, it's head covered in pre-cum. with your blurry vision, you leaned down to reach your mouth onto his dick, taking him into your mouth.

feeling the heat of your mouth warped around him, Fenrir lets out a deep growl, then letting go of your heat, moving his fingers takes his tongue's place, thrusting inside and out slowly while stretching you out, "such a good darling, pleasing me so good.".

× will be romantic during special occasions, and he'll pull up all the stops, all the way from rose petals to candles and anything he feels will help set the mood

× plenty of aftercare, during both romantic and punishment sessions, he may bully you once in a while but he still loves and cherishes you very much

× for sure ties up his hair during sex

#rainbow six siege x reader #r6 x reader #fenrir x reader #rainbow six siege #rainbow six siege imagines #Emil “Fenrir” Svensson #Emil Svensson x reader

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vampsquerade · 10 months

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

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

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Vigil x GN!Reader: Restoring a Statue

Trigger warnings: none, all fluff!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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konigsprinzessin · 2 years

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Spetsnaz as dads

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

timur glazkov;

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

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

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

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

scolds his children for swearing.

maxim basuda ;

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

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

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

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

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

shuhrat kessikbayev ;

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

your children steal his ushanka especially in the winter.

bedtime stories galore, especially the ones from his childhood.

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

"ice is just frozen vodka!" and such.

alexsandr senaviev ;

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

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

gives the biggest and warmest hugs.

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

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

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rekas-writes · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 1: Claiming

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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astheraa · 1 year

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HI! I really love your writing, it's just *mwah* exquisite! And I wanted to get some headcannons abt Kapkan having an Gn s/o who loves to tease Maxim, like they can and will find anything to tease him about.

Bonus points if his s/o has a southern accent

Thank you! Have a nice day!

- Cowboy anon

Kapkan headcannons ; Teasing eachother

Despite the constant teasing, Kapkan secretly enjoys his partner's lightheartedness. It reminds him often times to not take himself too seriously.

You are always finding ways to mess with him during missions. You'll sneak up behind him and make loud noises just to see him jump or replace his tactical gear with silly items like a toy gun or a rubber chicken.

Even though he acts annoyed the whole time, he's really grateful to have someone like you.

Maxim initially had a hard time adjusting to his partner's sense of humor. He was used to working with more serious operators and found their antics distracting, especially their accents sometimes. However, he now loves to tease you back, imitating your accents making you pout. But that doesn't keep you from teasing him with a russian accents. You can say that you both love to tease each other about anything.

- Despite their differences in personality, Maxim and his partner make a great team. Maxim's strategic mind and combat skills are complemented by his partner's quick thinking, ability to improvise and stay composed in the field. During a lull in the action during a long stakeout, Kapkan's partner pulls out a deck of cards and suggests a game of poker. He is initially reluctant, but eventually agrees to play. As the game goes on, you start making playful jabs at him about his "poker face" and his strategy. He just flipps you off and you continue playing. -

You and Maxim are taking a break during a mission, sitting in a dark corner of a room and catching your breath. You: "You know what's weird, Kap? We've been through so much together, but I don't think I've ever seen you smile." "What are you talking about? I smile plenty.", he says with a serious face. "Really? Show me."

Maxim pauses for a moment, then cracks a small smile "Ha! I knew it! You do have a sense of humor after all!", you say pocking his cheeks

Maxim just rolls his eyes but can't help but chuckles a little. ,,You love me", you say resting your head on his lap. ,,Well maybe", he says smirking. With that you make an offended face while he just chuckles.

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Hope you like it! I tried to keep a funny atmosphere not focusing to hard on his serious personality :)

#x reader #reader insert #r6s #rainbow six #rainbow six siege x reader #rainbow six ff #rainbow kapkan #r6 kapkan #r6s kapkan #kapkan #kapkan x reader

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burnedwriter · 1 year

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dating ace headcannons

Warnings:none,gender neutral reader.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

♠️Ace has huge golden retriever boyfriend energy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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dearest-painter · 1 year

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Two faced or two sided?(PT.1)

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,canon injuries,crossovers like Payday 2 & Rainbow six siege,Y/N works for both rainbow six siege and with the Payday gang,Y/N is named Boogie man with R6s while is named Wolf with the payday gang,male reader,getting shot at,being hit,being kicked,being tased,bombs,robbing banks,cussing,Y/N is dating Doc/Gustave,Y/N speaks Swedish,Y/N IS WOLF FROM PAYDAY GANG,Dilf reader/Reader has a daughter who is 4 years old,google translate

“WOLF! CAN YOU HEAR ME!?” Where were you? Who was yelling at you. Shaking your head you saw that it was Dallas. “Yeah! I’m okay!” “Good! Thought I almost lost you today,you still got a daughter to take care of!” “Let’s get to work!” He pulled you up as you went to get back to work which was robbing a bank as usual but this one was different they got rainbow six siege your other team. The payday gang knew you worked with rainbow six siege because they make fun of your name ‘Boogie Man’ but hey is it your fault that you can camouflage really well,track things down,and be as silent as a mouse when hunting something?

Chains was yelling at the saw so you went up and kicked them which fixed them. “HOW DO YOU ALWAYS FUCKING DO IT!?” “50/50 chance” “NAH THAT IS SOME BULL FUCKING SHIT! THAT AIN’T 50/50 CHANCE ITS AN 100 CHANCE WITH YOU!” You just chuckled as you left to go fend off the police. “KOM HIT DU LILLA TICK!!” You started shooting at the cloakers,medics,and tasers and oh so much more! Soon you saw a familiar person,your boyfriend Gustave. You sighed knowing he’s about to find out that his boyfriend is also a bank robber. “WOLF WE NEED YOU OVER HERE!” “ALRIGHT DALLAS IM ON MY WAY!” “Mon ange?”you looked at him but under your mask your face was sympathy and regret. “Hello min älskade” you saw Gustave’s face it was of shock and betrayal you couldn’t look at him anymore as you ran towards Dallas.

Gustave couldn’t believe it his boyfriend was a bank robber. No no Y/N wouldn’t do it willingly! Y/N must’ve been forced into this yes yes! That’s the answer his lover was forced to do this horrendous crime and he’s going to make sure that Y/N will be taken away into a safer place with just him. He started to chase you but as you knew him and also have been chased by a lot of people you knew how to get away. Slide under the table,throw down some book cases,jumping around,going through the police,and lastly climbing something you were good at. “GET IT WOLF! WE GOTTA BOUNCE!” “I KNOW FUCKER IM ON MY WAY! KINDA BEING CHASED!” You and the others ran to the car. As soon as you all got in you started to speed away.

Everyone was pissed off that they list the payday gang again! But Gustave was plotting something,he was plotting how to save his boyfriend from those fucking heathens of criminals. He’s going to save his boyfriend one way or another even if he has to take a life.

#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #romantic yandere #male reader #yandere x male reader #yandere x reader #yandere rainbow six siege #yandere r6s #yandere payday 2 #r6s x reader #rainbow six siege x reader #payday 2 x reader

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frogchiro · 2 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Y/N, runs to Ace : Hey, I need you to hold my hand. ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚

Ace, inspects their body for wounds but found none : Why?

Y/N : I’m scared. (｡ •́︿•̀｡ )

Ace, gets close to them : Scared of what?

Y/N, looks into his eyes : The dark.

Ace, tilted his head : It’s daytime……

Y/N, shakes head : The darkness of my soul.

Y/N, points at their chest area :

Ace, with a reassuring smile & grabs their hand tightly yet comforting : I gotcha. 😊

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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A Little Disappointed

Deimos X f!Reader

Requested by Anon

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

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

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

Word Count: 1.6k

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

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

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

“Where am I?”

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, thought you might say that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“F-fuck I’m gonna…oh…I’m gonna…”

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

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

“There you go…not bad.” He said.

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

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

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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.”

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