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Oh Baby [Tachanka (Alexsandr Senaviev) x Reader]

Requesting: Please put the genre (Misc, angst, fluff) as a letter (M,A,F) and the number. For headcannons, just tell me you want em! They can be a prompt list item. Special requests may have extra steps. Stay safe ya’ll, I love you guys!

Pairing: Tachanka (Alexsander Senaviev) x Reader

Warnings: Minor angst at the start (death mention), mentions of vomit, swearing, Tachanka is EXCITED

Genre/Word count: Fluff/2k

“They told me I’d died. They were wrong. I was reborn”

Your eyes instinctively rolled as he retold his famous line to the newly recruited rookies, who’s eyes widened in wonder and fascination.

“How many times must you tell this story, Alexsandr?”

His booming laughter flooded the room as he draped his heavy arm around your shoulders. His helmet was tucked under his other arm, allowing him to place a small kiss against your cheek. He said his goodbyes to his new companions as he dragged you away with him.

“You love the story, you just won’t admit it!”

“Clinically dead! Two whole minutes!”

“REBORN!”

You shook your head, looking down so he couldn’t see your small smile. You wrapped your significantly smaller hand into his as you walked together. You came to a stop at a walkway that connects two major sections of the complex. It didn’t have walls, just a small safety guard and a roof supported by metal poles.

You felt the raindrops whip around you, occasionally wetting your face and clothes while the deep rumbling of thunder in the distance indicated the worsening of the storm. The weather was putting you in a somber mood. You grasped his hand harder. His face contorted into a worried expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just thinking about that day.”

He waved it off, “A mission gone wrong, it can happen at all times.”

“That’s what worries me. The frequency of accidents and wrong calls. One day you might die and not come back.”

He sighed, pulling you close and wrapping his thick arms around you, suffocating you in a bear hug. “Do not think like that, Y/N,” he attempted to brighten the mood, “I won’t go down without a fight!”

You chuckled, feeling yourself relax. He pressed his lips against your forehead as he spoke again, “The same goes for you! You best be fighting with all you can in the field!”

You nodded, letting the sounds of rain and thunder comfort you. You both headed back into your shared room, where your stomach let out a roar of strange noises. He set down the heavy helmet onto the wooden dresser before turning back to you with a smirk.

“Did someone get sick? We were only outside for a second, how did you get sick that fast?!”

You shook your head, denying that you were sick. “Alexsandr, how could I have gotten sick? It wasn’t cold outside or anything.” You took off your shoes, heading to the bathroom to start your usual routine. You stared at yourself in the mirror. Your skin seemed to practically glow in the dim lighting.

You suddenly felt dizzy, you could tell something was wrong. As Alexsandr waited patiently outside, he heard a small thud, followed by your gagging. His eyebrows furrowed. He knocked lightly with his knuckles, “Y/N, are you okay?”

The only response he got was the contents of your stomach emptying into the toilet. He did not wait for you to let him in. He twisted the knob and pushed against the door, soaking in the image of you hunched over, eyes red and teary.

He quickly rushed over, patting your back and asking if you were okay. You covered your mouth with the tips of your fingers, replying in a trembling voice, “Yes, dear. I guess the food messed me up, it didn’t seem good to me anyways.”

You gave him a reassuring smile, hoping he would drop the situation. But he stared back with sadness in his eyes, “Maybe we should go to the medbay.” You shook your head, repeating once again that you were fine.

He told you to lay back in bed for a minute, telling you to wait as he set something up. You stood on shaky legs, heading back to the warm and inviting mattress. Your eyes drooped the moment your head hit the pillow.

You awoke to Alexsandr’s heavy hand shaking your shoulder. You squinted up at him, letting out a confused hum. He chuckled at the look of your messy hair and drool trickling from your mouth.

He put his arms underneath you, one on your back and the other underneath your knees. You wrapped your arms around his neck, taking in his scent as he carried you back into the bathroom.

He sat you on the edge of the tub, and you were able to see his work. He had gathered some odd candles and placed them around the room, he had drawn a bath, pouring in some bubblebath solution. You chuckled at the effort.

“I threw up once!” You didn’t think the situation was as dramatic as he thought. He pressed a small kiss on your forehead, He helped you undress, tossing the garments in a hamper nearby. He told you to step in the tub as he turned back into the bedroom.

You did as told, relaxing as he came back with a small chair. He grabbed your brush and started to work on your hair, at quite an odd angle. A contempt hum escaped your throat as he continued his loving touches.

“I’ll go to the medbay tomorrow, since you’re actually worried. It’ll probably be nothing.”

“You always worry so much about me, but you never take the time to worry about yourself, Y/N.”

You didn’t respond while you let yourself sink deeper into the tub, letting the sweet aromas fill your nose. He played some Tchaikovsky, a composer you had learned to love when you started dating the Russian operator.

Once the bath had run cold and you were all cleaned up, he had dressed you into one of his old shirts which was clearly several times bigger than your frame. He carried you back into bed, letting you rest your head on him. He pulled the blanket over the both of you. His lips met yours before you went into a deep slumber.

The following day, as you had previously told your husband, you went to the medbay. You greeted Doc as you waited patiently for him to examine you. You explained how you were feeling, and how worried your boyfriend was.

As Doc continued to listen, he seemed to become a little paler. At the end of your little rant of symptomes, he nodded and stepped over to a drawer. He pulled out a slim white box. He sat down in front of you, a small clipboard in hand.

“It may seem like a simple illness, but just to be sure, I want you to take this test. I’m sorry if I have caused an embarrassment. But I just want to make sure that you’re at the top of your game.”

He passed you the small white box, the bolded words caused your face to burst into a dark blush. Pregnancy test. Your eyes avoided Gustave’s. “Well-I mean… Is it possible I will be? Like what are the chances, huh? C-Can I really actually be…”

Your face stayed cherry red as you finished up your visit. You thanked Doc for the check up, telling him you would notify him once you had the results from the test. Your head was busy as you walked back to your room. What about your job? Will Alexsandr be happy? Or mad? Were you ready to be a mother?

Alexsandr. He was out for the next hour or so as he had a meeting for the next mission he was assigned to. You would have the results before he came back. You pondered about which result he would want…

The instructions on the box were simple. Pee on the end and wait twenty minutes. Okay, first step, done. Now for the hardest part. Just waiting. You sighed as you set the test down on the bathroom’s counter. You put a timer on your phone as you waited, scrolling through Instagram on your bed.

The ringing of your phone startled you. You stared at the contact name, it was Monika. Fuck. Last week you had promised her you would help test some modifications on her device. You stared nervously at the bathroom’s door. He’d be back in an hour, so you’d have time to help Monika.

You answered the call, saying that you were on your way and apologized for the tardiness. You tossed your phone on the bedside table and began your journey to the concrete room that Elena used to test all devices.

Alexsandr’s meeting ended early. The briefing had gone exceptional, for once everyone was in agreement of the plan. He was hopeful your meeting with Doc had gone well, that you were perfectly fine.

As he stepped into the cold and empty room, he was saddened to see you haven’t returned. He decided to shower before you came back, but he was stuck in place as he saw what was on the counter.

Should he pick it up? No, what if you wanted to know first? But you left it unattended. Did you want him to see? Where were you now? You left your phone here, so he couldn’t call you to ask.

His curiosity got the better of him. He picked up the test with shaky hands, letting his eyes scan over the results. He could practically feel his heart beat out of his chest.

He dropped the test, the clattering of the test onto the cold tile floors had brought him out of his stunned state. ‘Oh shit. Oh fuck. Holy fucking shit.’

His mind raced. He had to find you now. He bolted out of the room, looking around everywhere to see if there was any trace of you. He stopped at the medbay, cafeteria, even the meeting rooms. He was growing impatient of having to stop and ask if anyone had seen you.

But eventually, someone gave him an answer. They had seen you walking with Monika, visibly shaken up. Alexsandr’s panicked state had caused him to forget your promise to Monika. He gave them a quick thank you, scurrying to catch you at the testing rooms.

He eventually spotted you as you had tossed one of Maghan’s spare cameras up for Monika to later detect. Monika was nowhere in sight, he assumed she left to go talk to Elena about her electronics detector.

Without warning, he sprinted towards you, but his heavy footsteps alerted you. You turned in time for you to balance yourself into the tight hug he embraced you in. You let out a laugh as you hugged back, “Well you’re out early-”

You tightened up. If he was out early, he came to the room earlier. He had found the test. You released him, pushing back his shoulders to look him in the eyes.

“What are the results?”

He gave you a smile as his eyes let out some tears, “Two lines.”

Your own eyes started to leak. You bit down harshly on your lip, “You’re not mad?”

“Why would I ever be mad? WE’RE HAVING A BABY! Oh my god, I have to call off my mission, I have to stay with you!”

You laughed as you embraced him once again, your previous negative thoughts were washed away. They were replaced by new, exciting thoughts about the future.

You dismissed yourself from the testing with Monika after a few more runs. Alexsandr had waited patiently for you in a nearby chair. Once you were allowed to go, he simply could not let you go. He was over-the-top excited.

As you began walking back together, he couldn’t help but to place his hand over your stomach. “I want a girl.”

You looked at him with a playfulness in your eyes, “I want a boy.”

You stopped at the medbay once again, this time while holding your husband’s hand. Doc could easily assume the results, “I’ll start on some paperwork and help you the best I can. These times can be rough, but I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

After picking up some basic tips and plans from the hard worker, you and the Russian operator left. The day was beginning to end. It was 9:59, according to the digital clock that hung in your room. You both changed into more comfortable clothing.

You picked up the test that was forgotten on the bathroom floor. You snapped a quick picture of it, sending it to the Team Rainbow groupchat. The replies came in fast, varying in responses.

‘How’s his dick game?’

‘Congratulations, you’ll do wonderful’

‘I’m gonna spoil your kid.’

‘You should name it Max Goose.’

‘Ew why would anyone want that name?’

You chuckled at the texts before shutting down your phone, cuddling into your husband’s side.

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imagine-that-r6s · 5 years ago

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Think you can do a tachanka x reader ?

Thank you for the request! The fic will be posted soon after I add the tags!

(Coming soon: Maverick fluff fic, and Maverick hc)

For others who wish to request:

-I have posted a prompt list you can request from

-I do all and any requests

-I will write for any operator

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imagine-that-r6s · 5 years ago

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not a request or anything but elite skin doc can eat me out any day

PHAT FACTS but, Operative Status Doc? He could step on me and I'd say sorry

Those arms.

Pure heaven.

#mish says a thing

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imagine-that-r6s · 5 years ago

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Doc headcanons? Your blog is amazing btw :D

Aww thank you so much! Very sweet for you to say, sorry for the slow updates, I hope to speed up the writing while social distancing for the next few weeks. Please be safe out there guys! Love y’all! (Coming soon: Tachanka x Reader, and some Maverick headcannons, also someone requested a good Dokkaebi headcannons and I’m very excited to do those!”

Doc is very cuddly, he loves being able to have alone time with you. Cuddles at every possible second!

Did someone say nicknames? Gustave loves giving you several hundreds of pet names, his favorites are darling, my love, and belle.

He is always willing to learn something new with you, from a new language to a new recipe!

He takes his work very seriously, and when you’re on a mission with him, you are his number one priority.

When he’s not on a mission with you? Expect a sting of calls and worried texts.

Your relationship began 2 years after your acceptance into the Rainbow team. Surprisingly, you asked him out first. He happily accepted.

He loves sending you some music he discovers during his long shifts. You always listen to the music with a smile on your face.

He is somewhat possessive. Not in a creepy way, though. But he swears if Jordan keeps touching your shoulder like that-

He would do anything for you. Everyone knows it. Just maybe not you.

“He would literally walk around with a Hello Kitty purse if you asked him too.”

“Elena! That’s silly! He wouldn’t do that!”

You decided to test it out. He did in fact do it for you. No questions asked, he was happy to carry the purse with him.

“Nice purse, Gustave” was a joke around the base for a good few months.

What? You didn’t expect him to do it!

Very good in bed. 10/10

He was pretty experienced already, so he knew what he was doing.

Favorite position? Any, as long as you’re underneath him.

He is always willing to try new things, as long as you’re comfortable with him.

Depending on how tired you both are, he may set up a bubble bath after you’ve done the deed.

He’s practically planned both your marriage and life together away from work.

He’s actually kind of scared.

Definitely no kids until the work becomes either safer, or you both quit.

Which makes him kind of sad, he really likes kids.

He thinks it may be time for him to whip out that engagement ring that's been passed down though his family.

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Frustrating [Doc (Gustave Kateb) x Reader]

(Hi! A little A/N before the story! I will write for any operator! I will do all and any request, for the prompt list, please put the genre (Misc, angst, fluff) as a letter (M,A,F) and the number, for headcannons, just tell me you want em! Special requests may have extra steps.)

Pairing: Doc (Gustave Kateb) x Reader

Warnings: Smut, bondage, orgasm denial (M&F), Doc’s a rough boi, sort of humiliation kink?, unprotected sex (WRAP YOUR TOOLS, FOOLS!!!)

Genre/Word Count: Smut/2.5k

Now, neither of you were getting bored. No, actually it was quite the opposite. You were both in a relationship long enough to trust each other and figure out what you could do next in bed. Both of you had offered suggestions as to what you two could compromise on.

So far, you both agreed on bondage.

You had practically set a date on it. Tonight, you would be tied up and left to the will of the sweet French man. You were a little nervous, which was perfectly fine. Gustave had tried his best to comfort you throughout the day, promising he would stop the moment you wanted to back out.

How did you end up with such a sweet man?

“Thank you Gustave. I trust you enough, don’t ever doubt that, my love.”

He pressed a soft kiss on your knuckles and pulled you into a hug. “And I wouldn’t ever risk losing that trust, ma chérie.”

Tonight was also Ryad’s birthday celebration, which definitely meant alcohol would be present during the event. You and Gustave had already drank about two beers each. You were both tipsy. When Gustave got tipsy, he was prone to laughter significantly. He had already giggled as he noticed that your eyeshadow had been smeared to the side.

“What?”

He laughed more as he licked his thumb, going in to clean off the tiny mistake. You slapped his hand away, “I’ll shove the neck of this bottle up your booty hole!”

Your outburst caused the both of you to double over laughing for the next couple of minutes. Ryad and Elena had been watching and listening in the whole time, “Ni siquiera fue tan gracioso!” She said in confusion to the already heavily intoxicated man beside her, who just mumbled incoherent sentences.

By the time the night reached its end, you and your partner were singing and dancing in the dimly lit and empty halls. The few that had gone to sleep earlier had already come out to hush you both several times. You had pouted at them, but complied nonetheless.

Elena, who had managed to stay sober enough, had handed you both two glasses of water a while ago, in attempts to sober you both up so you could head to your rooms without somehow ending up with a broken wrist. But alas, the cups had been long forgotten on the hall floors.

Elena had stepped out, watching as you and Gustave were bumping into the walls, tossing soft hushes at the other before bursting into soft giggles. She rolled her eyes, grabbing onto the collars of your shirts, dragging you into the cafeteria.

She sat you both down, slamming down the glasses that had previously been discarded. You both groaned, “But Elena, it’s too much!”

“No, it is not. Now if I come back to two full cups, I’m waking the both of you up at 5 A.M to do chores. The sanitation staff would enjoy the two extra pairs of helping hands.” She strutted out, leaving you and Gustave to stare at the two big glasses of water

“Jokes on her. I already help the staff on Sundays!”

“You do?”

“We’ve been dating for two years and you’ve don’t paid attention to when I disappeared for like 3 hours???”

“I just thought you were doing something else!”

“Gustave, you’ve certainly have a Big Brain™.”

“Thank.”

You both giggled before putting your attention back onto the water placed before you. With a sigh, you picked up your glass and took a long sip. Your pouty lips returned as the water obviously held none of the fun drinks you previously drank.

You closed your eyes, determined to drink the cold drink in just a couple of seconds. You leaned your head back, letting the cool water slip past your throat. You had finished about half of the contents before you paused to take a break. By the time you opened your eyes, you saw Gustave’s empty glass, and him on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

“How did you finish before me? Why are you on the ground?”

“I dunno, I think some water is in my ear somehow though.”

You shook your head and downed the rest of the water, leaving the empty glass on the table for Elena to see. You rubbed your eyes and outstretched your hand for the operator resting on the floor. He reached up, grabbing your hand but making no effort to pick himself up.

You had to practically drag your boyfriend back to his room, only when he got hit on the corner of the hallway had he decided to get up. He made his voice high pitched as he held on tightly to your arm, “Oh my god, babe! You're so strong!”

You slapped his hands away and put in the 4-number password to enter his room, “You’re lucky I love you, Kateb!”

He shut the door behind him, and without warning, dragged you back to the door, pinning you against it as he attacked your lips. You kissed back with the same intensity. His hand skillfully snuck under your shirt, prying at the only material between his hand and your breast.

With a frustrated groan, he broke the kiss, pulling up your shirt and tossing it behind him. He went back to kissing you, trailing down your skin as his hand snuck behind your back, unlatching the hook. He kissed and bit at your neckline as he discarded the newly removed article of clothing.

He kept his attention to your sounds as he continued to wrap his mouth around your left breast, keeping the other occupied with his hand. Your moans and other little sounds encouraged him to continue. ‘How did I get so lucky?’ He questioned himself as he tugged slightly at your skin with his teeth.

“N-Now, Gustave, I don’t t-think it’s fair you haven’t removed a-anything!”

“How right you are, my love.”

He backed away, taking in the sight of the blushing mess he made of you. With one swift movement, he grabbed the back collar of his shirt, easily pulling off the shirt over his head. He dropped it at his feet.

“Is that better?” He teasingly asked, approaching you once again. You hid your face with your hands, covering your red face. He chuckled, “We’ve been together for two years, how does my sweetheart still get so embarrassed?”

You whined, burying your face deeper into your hands. He tsked, gripping your wrists and pinning them to the door. He lifted one hand, using his fingers to tilt your head to look up at him, a wave of arousal rushed through you as you were forced to stare at his dark eyes.

“Don’t hide your face. You’re too adorable.”

He bit down harshly on your neck, surely leaving a hickey for you to see in the morning. He preoccupied his hands by unbuttoning your jeans, pulling them down, leaving you just in just your panties. He picked you up by your thighs, letting you wrap your legs around him for stability before he tossed you down on the bed.

He kneeled down, opening up your legs. Your panties clung uncomfortably to you, due to how wet you had gotten. He chuckled at your eagerness. He slowly removed them, teasing you yet again. You groaned.

“C’mon, please Gustave hurry up!”

“So needy.”

But regardless, he complied, running his tongue up against your wet slit. You shivered at the contact, lightly jerking up your hips. He laughed again and pressed his hand down on you, preventing you from moving like that again. He continued his slow and meticulous work, angering you even more.

Everytime you tried to move against his mouth, he would push down harder, to the point you couldn’t move your hips at all. You let out a desperate whine. He kept working his tongue on you, pushing in and out slowly, but never increasing his pace.

Then, suddenly, he pulled away. He ran a hand through his graying hair, “Now, Y/N, I don’t think it’s fair that you haven’t done anything.”

What. The. Fuck. He had used your own line against him. A smirk painted his face as he stared at your stunned and angry expression. He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, removing his last two pieces of clothing at the same time. He motioned you to get out of the bed.

You huffed but did what you were told to do. Beads of precum had begun to roll down his lengthy cock. You dropped to your knees, lifting up your hand to begin. You stuck your tongue out, running across the underside of his shaft before nudging the tip into your mouth.

He let out a deep grunt, grabbing your hair and creating a makeshift ponytail in his fist. As you continued your work, you used your hand on what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. His sounds of pleasure continued as he used your hair to pull your mouth further down.

Despite his tight grip you pulled away, regaining the breath you lost before continuing with your hand. He drank in your look. Your face had a dark blush, and you had begun to sweat, allowing your hair to stick to your face. A thin trail of saliva ran from your swollen lips to his tip.

“You’re so beautiful…”

You shook your head, licking your lips and breaking the strand that connected you both. “You’re only saying that cause I’m the only one willing to suck your dick.”

“Such a dirty mouth. I love you.”

“Love you too!” You said cheerfully before opening your mouth and repeating your previous activities. You decided to get him back. The moment you knew he would cum, you wouldn’t allow it. Just as you planned your revenge, his cock had begun to twitch in your mouth. Your eyes held a dangerous glint. His breathing became heavier, he was close.

You pulled away, pushing back on his thighs and landing on your butt. You leaned back on one hand and stared up at him. He held the same confused and aggravated face you previously held. You smirked as he did to you. Revenge was sweet.

Your playful expression was not matched. He was nodding slightly, biting down harshly on his lip.

“Is that how it’s gonna be? Get up.”

You tilted your head in confusion, you obeyed and picked yourself up, suddenly feeling intimidated by the older man. He pulled you close, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Do you remember our safeword?”

Your eyes widened, you had forgotten about your new experiment today. Gustave said he would find something small to start with. You nodded, remembering the safeword as ‘fishsticks’. A silly but meaningful word for the both of you.

He gently laid you on your back onto the bed. He told you not to move as he went over to the drawer that was next to his bed. You heard the sound of metal against metal. From his drawer he withdrew a pair of handcuffs.

You bit down nervously on your bottom lip. He moved on top of you, gently picking your wrists and placing them above your head. You shivered as the cold metal was clasped around each wrist.

He watched you with dark eyes as you tried to tug your hands apart, causing the short strand of chains to go taunt. At that moment, you knew Gustave had complete control over you.

Your breathing became labored, he scooped down for another kiss, forcing his tongue in your mouth. Your back arched significantly, pressing your breasts up against his chest, causing his hands to slip down and fondle you.

He pulled his mouth away from you, causing a whimper to escape your mouth. He gave you a look, casually asking for permission without words. You gave him a short and eager nod, excited for him to start.

He positioned himself against you, pushing in rather quickly. Your urge to dig your nails into his back were resisted by the bindings on your wrists. You cried out softly as he quickly pulled out and thrusted in with a harsh pace.

You slowly lowered your hands from their place above your head, but Gustave was quick to place them above you again. “Not yet, my love, you’re still being punished for your little stunt!”

“Gustave-Fuck, I’m sorry!”

He chuckled at your desperate form but didn’t release your wrists. His thrusts increased significantly, obviously turned on from your frustration of not being able to grab on to him.

He moved a free hand to caress your face, “You’re so cute, Y/N.”

Your lips parted slightly, wanting to retort with a witty response, but all that came out was a high-pitched moan. The slapping of sweaty skin and the pleasant noises coming from the both of you had flooded the room.

He released your wrists, letting his fingers come in contact with your clit, rubbing slow and small circles. You shook your head, knowing you were close. You let out a lengthy string of curses, something you always did before you came.

Gustave knew this trait of yours, he loved how free you acted, breaking from your typical formal appearance you maintained in work and public. He loved that you were free around him.

You could sense the familiar twitching of his cock inside you. Both of you were close. His thrusts were getting sloppier, but his work with his hand was still going steady.

“Y/N-”

“Me too…”

Your release triggered his. He slowed down, but kept moving to milk out his orgasm as much as possible. He pulled out once he was finished.

With a happy sigh, he planted a kiss on your cheek and forehead. He laid back, resting one hand behind his head and closing his eyes

“Uhh… Gustave?”

“Yes, my love?”

“I think you forgot something,” He heard you tugging your hands apart, the clicking of the metal causing his eyes to shoot open. Quick apologies left his mouth as he stood and searched for the key kept in the drawer.

You laughed as he unclasped the cuffs. You rubbed lightly at the red marks the cuffs had left you. He lifted your arms, placing kisses on the red marks.

“Why didn’t you tell me they were too tight?” Worry laced his voice.

“Gustave, you worry too much.”

He gave you a nervous smile as you gestured for him to lay back down. You peppered his face in kisses as you both finally tired out.

You both slept peacefully that night. The following nights you two would spend together would feature those metal restraints pretty often.

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imagine-that-r6s · 5 years ago

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Important-ish

HELLO!

It’s ya girl, Mish!

SO as I’ve stated before, ya’ll can request, but I wanted to say, if you want one of your previous requests to become a headcannon, I can post them faster than a fic. A fic would take me usually around a week or two, but a list of headcannons will be easier for me to produce. Just an FYI!

This is allowed for past/future requests, just say you want them as HC or something so I know!

Thanks for reading! Posting that Doc smut in a second!

#mish says stuff

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imagine-that-r6s · 5 years ago

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Sentence Starters

“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!

ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

MISC

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.”

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

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imagine-that-r6s · 5 years ago

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Can you do some smut for doc, like just trying new things idk but make it hot🤤

Finishing up the final bits! It will be posted within the next hour or less! Thank you for the request.

(My next fic will be a Tachanka x Reader!)

For others who wish to request:

-I have posted a prompt list you can request from

-I do all and any requests

-I will write for any operator

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(2/2) Personality wise, she's surprisingly easygoing, never getting involved in conflict with her team if she can help it, and often takes up a supportive role both on and off the battlefield. To sum it up, she's quick, clever, and relies on the fact that she is, in many ways, completely unexpected. Gender of the matchup doesn't really matter. Appearence wise, I'm thinking that she'll have a small, lean build that lends itself to agility, with pale olive skin, short black hair, and hazel eyes.

DEFENDERS:

(Romance)

I feel like a good (female romantic) match for Roulette would be Alibi. Their works in undercover missions would allow for a connection between the two, understanding what each other have sacrificed for the safety of others. This goes along with both operators availability to easily gather important intel, Alibi with her holograms, and Roulette with her specialized work. There is also a friendly minor clash between the two, as Alibi is more professional while Roulette would try to get Alibi to ease up and live life while having fun.

A male romantic match I believe would pair with Roulette well would be Smoke. They both have easy going and fun personalities. I can already imagine them playing small, harmless pranks on each other. He is described as vital, but reckless by his team. Roulette’s luck would match similarly to his recklessness, as neither can be certain of their outcomes. After a high risk mission, however, I believe they would start to take things with more calculated measures. His ability to easily grasp new languages would cause and interest between them, even growing to the point where they

(Friendships)

-Lesion

-Mira

-Mozzie

(Dislikes)

-Mute

-Echo

-Kapkan

ATTACKERS:

(Romance)

I believe a good (female romantic) match for Roulette would be Ying! I believe her ability to make her teammates feel comfortable and secure would pair along nicely with Roulette’s personality. However, Ying is calculated, as her interest in hostage situations require her to. As Roulette depends on her luck, this causes a spot of distrust for Ying, who would prefer to do things with as little casualties as possible and gathering the most intel as possible. But as Roulette’s recon and intel abilities were heightened from their frequent partnership, Ying would grow to like her. Which was a good breakthrough, as Ying would prefer to focus more on her work than personal relationships.

I believe a male romantic interest for Roulette would be Blitz. He can joke around at times, but when it comes down to getting serious, Blitz will take care of his teammates when necessary. His easy going childhood would show in his adulthood, he would joke around with Roulette whenever possible. Their gameplay would be spontaneous, as no one would prepare for a blinding shield and an operator with incredible luck to rush them. His determination to protect her would clearly show, as he always made sure it would be safe for her to pass. In the field, they are always testing out their physical abilities, eager to see what they can accomplish.

(Friendships)

-Dokkaebi

-Twitch

-Iana

(Dislikes)

-Ash

-Fuze

-Zofia

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imagine-that-r6s · 5 years ago

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(1/2) Thanks so much for doing this! She's a work in progress, but at the moment, I'm calling her "Roulette" because frankly, she's had an insane amount of luck. She's in her mid to late twenties, a quick, lively person who specializes in information and recon. She has several undercover operations to her name, all successful thanks to her talent for adapting and innovating. Her interests span a huge range of subjects, but they primarily lie in literature and linguistics.

I’m going to provide my choices in the second ask!

But I love your idea and the thought and creativity behind your OC. I am sorry if you do not agree with my choices, I tried my best and I hope they your OC works out well! I feel honored for you asking me, as I am a small, new blog.

Thank you so much! I hope you and everyone else have a wonderful day!

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imagine-that-r6s · 5 years ago

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Hey! Bit of a different ask than usual. I've got an R6 OC that I'm working on. I'm really excited about them, but I'm having trouble deciding who they would work best with romantically and platonically. If I sent you some info about them, would you be able to help me match them up?

Of course! Send me the info at any time! This is actually a very interesting ask. Thank you for sending this in! I'll be happy to help. 💖

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imagine-that-r6s · 5 years ago

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Date? [Maverick (Erik Thorn) x Reader]

(Hi! A little A/N before the story! I know the Rainbow fan population here is short, but I do take requests! I will write for any operator! I will do all and any request, for the prompt list, please put the genre (Misc, angst, fluff) as a letter (M,A,F) and the number)

Pairing: Maverick (Erick Thorn) x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, it’s my first, pls be gentle, cursing

Genre/Word Count: Fluff/Smut/2.1k

You and Erik were an amazing combination. Almost as good as fuel, metal oxide, metal powder, and a little C4. Now, this week you were occupied with an important upcoming assignment. For the past couple of days, you were very unsocial. You were in and out of meetings each day, and practically had no time to hang out with your favorite operator.

And Erik had begun to miss you, each day he tried to talk to you, you had to rush to meet up again with your team for the mission briefing. Even at meal times, you could only stay for a couple of minutes. So, he decided to kill two birds with one stone. His plan was to clear your schedule for the day before you departed, and take you to a nice dinner. He wanted you to de-stress and have fun. And he wanted to finally ask you out.

He discovered his crush for you, after the first time you had saved his life. It touched his heart having someone care so much about him. He started to get to know you as you recovered in the medical bay. Ever since then, his affection for you had grown.

He got his plan approved by the leader of your mission. He was actually glad that Erik had asked, as he too noticed how stressed out you were. Now it was time for the hard part. Actually asking you out for dinner. Should he just casually ask? Or should he make it special? Would you even say yes? These questions ran through his head as he built up the courage to even knock on your door.

Just as he raised his fist, you opened the door. You stepped back, staring at his balled up hand. “Uhhh… I mean I’m ready for a friendly fight any day Erik, but right now is not the best time. Excuse me.” You were heading to meet with Eliza, who was accompanying you on the long trip.

“Oh wait-No! I wasn’t gonna hit you! I’m so sorry!”

You chuckled, “I know Erik, I was just joking.”

“Yeah…right, so, um I wanted to know if…”

Preoccupied with the documents in your hands, you squinted at the several errors. Damnit. That meant more time in with Eliza. But thankfully, you had tomorrow off, for some reason. The leader of the assignment had allowed you to have a free day tomorrow, saying a pleasant surprise would be awaiting you. You didn’t know what he was referring to, but at this point you were just excited to have a free day.

You fumbled with the rest of the papers, ‘Who wrote these? A blind turtle?’ Erick continued to stutter and blush as your face contorted into goofy, exasperated faces. This paperwork was maybe the worst you’ve ever seen! Your head snapped up, realizing your head had only grasped a few words from Erik’s talk. He was watching you with nervous eyes, awaiting your response. Your eyes widened. ‘Did he ask a yes or no question? Is he waiting for me to make a joke? WHAT DO I DO?’

“Haha, yeah buddy!”

“Oh! Thank god, I thought you would say no! Okay, wanna meet outside your favorite restaurant around 8 P.M tomorrow?”

“Of course!”

He gave you a smile and gave you a goodbye hug as you reached Eliza’s office. You hugged back and gave a short goodbye. You knocked on her door the moment he was out of sight. Eliza poked her head out, “Did Erik just leave?”

“Yeah, I feel so bad! I think he invited me out to a group dinner, I wasn’t paying attention at all!”

“Aww, he’s sweet. Now come here, I need to show you a picture of Jordan sleeping in a pile of his own puke!”

The following day passed rather quickly, at 7, you had already showered and done your hair. As you looked through your closet, you wore some simple light blue jeans and a tight hugging shirt. You were satisfied with your outfit choice. For the remainder of the time you just sat on your bed, scrolling through Twitter.

On the other side of the base, Erik had panicked at the lack of more formal fitting clothes. He had, what? Maybe like 2 shirts that weren’t wrinkly? He had resorted to asking Marius for a nice, black, button-up shirt. It fit him pretty well, and went nicely with the rest of his outfit.

When 8 rolled around, Erik had already reserved a table for the both of you, and was waiting outside. When you showed up, he was… rather surprised at your choice of clothing. Maybe you weren’t taking this as seriously as he was? Was he just a tad bit too nervous? But the nerves washed away as you shone a bright smile to him. In the moment, he was happy you showed up.

You both were seated and after a couple of minutes, he asked if you were ready to pick your food. “But shouldn’t we wait for the others?” Oh, the dear sweet innocent smile on your face was so different from Eriks confused face.

“I’m… I’m sorry, who?”

“The others. I’m really sorry, but yesterday I was a bit distracted… Is this not a group outing?”

“No. I asked you-”

“Wait, are we on a date right now???”

Erik practically felt his soul get crushed.

“Wait no, that came out wrong okay let me try again. Erik, I am so sorry. I should’ve paid more attention. I’d love to go on a date with you! Well I mean we are right now, so, I love this date!”

Erik chuckled, “Y’know, I’m starting to regret asking you out.”

“Take that back, or this fork will go somewhere the sun don’t shine!”

The next thing Erik whispered had caused you to spit out your food, and make blood rush to your face. “Oh, I got something I’m gonna stick where the sun don’t shine.”

“Erik! Pervert!”

The both of you spent the rest of the night laughing and talking away. By 10, you suggested you should both head back, as you had to wake up early tomorrow to leave for the mission. He escorted you to your room when you both reached the base.

“Thank you for tonight Erik, and I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I know you were stressed.”

You bit your lip as the intensity in Erik’s eyes grew. He lifted his hand and cupped your cheek. He stooped down, pressing his lips firmly against yours. After the shock faded, you began to kiss back. Your lips missed his the moment he had pulled away.

“Well, I guess I should head to my room, I can’t be keeping you awake for too long.” He gave you a long embrace and started walking away. As he turned the corner, he could hear the sound of your shoes tapping against the cold tiles.

He whipped around the moment you pressed your lips against him again. Oh boy. Tonight would last a little longer than expected. He picked you up, grabbing your thighs and began to kiss you with more hunger. Without dropping you, he walked back to your room. He kicked the door closed when he was in.

He tossed you down on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt as he stared you down. You moved yourself to sit at the edge of the bed, facing him as you reached up to unbuckle his jeans. But before you could pull them down, he gripped down tightly on your wrists,

“Tonight is about you, you have to relax.” You nodded slowly. He pushed you back down, climbing on top. He began kissing your lips, travelling down to your neck as his kisses became sloppier.

He tugged at the bottom of your shirt. You arched your back to help him remove the tight article of clothing. His sloppy kisses became nips and bites, which would leave marks that littered your neck and chest the following day. He took off your bra with ease, sucking and biting on your left breast. After a minute he trailed down, stopping just above where your jeans touched your skin.

“Y/N, are you sure you wanna continue? What if you’re late tomorrow?”

“Erik, you’re amazing and super caring but if you don’t put your mouth on me right now, I swear-”

“What, what are you gonna do, huh?” His demeanor had changed, an evil smirk danced across his face. The look in his eye was anything but innocent. He unbuttoned your jeans, yanking them down forcefully. You gasped as the cold air touched your now exposed parts. He ran his hands up your thighs. With a simple tug he managed to spread open your legs.

The following moments were pure euphoria. He skillfully ran his tongue through your wet slit. You cried out and tangled your hands into his dirty blond hair. The more arousal that leaked from you, he happily cleaned up with his tongue.

Your hips jerked upwards, accompanied by growing moans. Erik moved back, biting down on your thigh as you attempted to calm down.

“Erik… please…” Your eyes were filled with lust for the man that towered over you.

He placed one hand down on your stomach. The other hand had travelled to your wet core. He started off with one finger, pushing into you gently and allowing you to adjust. His second finger followed shortly after. You dug your nails into his tattooed arm, letting out soft moans and gasps.

You’re overwhelmed with pleasure, a thin sheet of sweat was covering you. Your moans grew louder and more frequent. You could begin to feel yourself come undone. You reached up for his shoulder, pulling him down for a messy kiss as you came on his fingers. You pulled back with a loud gasp. He chuckled at your red, flustered face.

“Are you ready?”

You gave a cute weak nod. He removed the rest of his clothing, stroking himself for a second before guiding himself at your entrance. He pushed in rather slowly, letting you adjust to his size before quickening his pace.

After a while, a sheen of sweat coated his body too. He leaned down, keeping a steady pace as he went back to biting and pulling at your skin.

“E-Erik,” Your pleased moans encouraged him to move even faster. You were quickly muffled by Erik pushing his lips against your mouth, drinking you in. Your hands found their way to his back, dragging against his skin. You left bright red streaks, so immersed that you didn’t notice the minor damage you caused.

He grunted out your name over and over again as he pulled away from your lips. Compliments spilled from his mouth, telling you how pretty you looked under him. He pushed away the stray hairs that stuck to your face and caressed your cheek, chuckling at the sensual expression that coated your face.

“I-I’m gonna…” You could barely form a sentence as his thrusts became sloppier and less frequent.

“Me too…Fuck you feel so good.”

Your moans melted together, his eyes seemed distant, absolutely loving how warm and tight you felt around him. To him, you were perfect. He felt lucky to be able to expose you. He loved how easily you submitted to him.

He once again moved down, this time kissing at the valley between your breasts and moved up, stopping at your lips. His tongue pushed past, tangling with yours. He could feel your walls tightening up against him. He knew you were about to finish. He was close too.

As you came around his cock, you cried out his name as if it was the only word you knew. He followed shortly after you, coating your insides with his cum.

He pulled out slowly, collapsing beside you. The both of you were breathing heavily, enjoying the last couple seconds of euphoria. He tangled his hand with yours after he caught his breath, “That was the best night of my life.”

You were hardcore blushing. The realization of your nakedness had you wanting to wrap up in the blankets, “Y-Yeah, thanks for the date and… that.”

He chuckled at your shyness. He turned his head to the side, watching as your face grew brighter than a Christmas light.

“You’re adorable, Y/N.”

“Shut up!”

He turned to face the clock on your bedside table. An hour had blown by, he cursed at himself for keeping you up so late. He turned back over to see your eyes drooping significantly. He laughed lightly at your sleepy form. He pressed a kiss against your forehead before curling up with you.

The next day, you were rushing late to the helicopter that would take you to your mission. Eliza was waiting outside with her arms crossed. Your marked up neck had left enough for the imagination.

“So I’m guessing it wasn’t a group outing?”

A light tinge of red coated your cheeks as you pulled yourself up into the helicopter. “Uh-No it definitely was not.”

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