#Dominic brunsmeier x reader

[chadillacboseman]

You know our little ganster boy bandit? Right sooo i thought abt the gansgta song they used in suicide squad and him like it fits alot?!

[SEND ME A SONG OR LYRIC EXCERPT + YOUR CHARACTER OF CHOICE AND I'LL WRITE YOU A READER INSERT FICLET]

"I got secrets That nobody, nobody, nobody knows I'm good on, that pussy shit I don't want, what I can get I want someone, with secrets That nobody, nobody, nobody knows..."

Dominic watches you over the rim of his glass, quietly observing the way your eyes light up as you talk with Ela. He takes another swig of his whisky and tries to quell the sensation that’s building in his gut. Every inch of him feels tense, as if he’s prepared to leap from his chair and sprint away at any moment- it’s a feeling he used to get before undercover work, a kind of burning anticipation that laps at his muscles like a flame.

Dominic knows he shouldn’t feel like this around you- he should be just as calm and collected as he has been through every mission, every arms deal, every shoot out.-

But he’s not.

Something about you makes him pause, makes his breath catch in his throat when you brush against his shoulder. He doesn’t deserve someone like you, though, he knows that much. Dominic knows that you are something pure and wonderful, a ray of sunshine on the cracked sidewalk of RAINBOW.

He’d be lucky to be a fucking weed sprouting from the cracks.

You glance up from your conversation, and your eyes meet his; Dominic feels a lump form in his throat as he glances away quickly and sputters on his whisky. You grin and excuse yourself from Ela and Gridlock; Dominic is staring intently down at his worn hands on the surface of the bar, trying his level best to ignore your approach.

“Got something to say to me, Bandit?” you drop into a seat next to him and he swallows so hard he’s sure you could hear it.

“Nah,” Dominic leans back in his chair and feigns disinterest, “Just daydreaming.”

You grin and snatch his glass of whisky from the bar, ignoring his indignant scoff, and down it in one gulp. He traces the curve of your neck with his eyes as your throat bobs and you slam the glass down with a shiver.

“How do you drink that straight?” you cough and wipe your mouth on the back of your hand.

“Just built differently, I guess,” he shrugs and tries to keep his eyes somewhere neutral.

“Hmm, you can say that again.”

Dominic glances up at you; you’re grinning, eyes sparkling under the dim overhead lights like two polished gemstones. He wants so badly to tell you how he feels- to grab your arm and haul you outside to confess it to rid himself of the burning he feels in his throat.

But he can’t.

You could never feel the same way, he was sure of it. He’d done things while undercover that kept him up at night- things that he’d never tell another soul as long as he lived. You sat before him like a beacon of good, something untarnished that he was almost afraid to touch.

“Dominic?” your head is cocked as you watch him, engrossed in his own mind.

He looks up and your eyes are full of mischief, alight with a fire that he’s never seen before.

“Wanna get out of here?”

[solari-writes-things]

Reunion

requested by: @angelaiswriting

Prompts -

#9: “You really thought I was dead?”

#21: “I…I can’t do this without you.”

#23: “You weren’t there…why weren’t you there?”

Dominic Brunsmeier x Reader

WARNINGS: Language, alluded violence, alluded death, anxiety.

gif credit: mine.

R6 Tag List: @angelaiswriting​ :|: @kind-wolf​​ :|: @sazafraz​​ :|: @tsumethedrifter​ (if you wish to be added to this tag list, please comment or message below!)

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The screeching. That terrible, terrible screeching. It sounded like a set of nails, grinding into a chalkboard. The kind of noise that would send a shiver down your spine.

You could hear the skittering around you, even through the thumping in your chest. It almost sounded like rats, scuttling around in the orange haze that was only being broken by the respirator on your face. You were lucky that the unit had given you one before you had left; the amount of time that you had been sitting in the smoke would have been detrimental.

You would have lost whatever shred of humanity you had left. Whatever little of it remained, past this very moment.

You heard a clicking and a scream, causing you to jerk your arms and legs against yourself to condense your figure. You had to remain silent. Remain out of sight. You heard a huff of breath, causing your own to soundlessly hitch. Your soft huff fogged the bottom of the respirator screen, your eyes focusing on the debris straight ahead of you--the debris that hid you from the outside world.

There was the sound of a chopper. A sound that almost sent you into a panic of relief. You almost wanted to roll out of your hiding place, scream for help. However, if you were to, you would suffer just as much as your comrades.

They hadn’t been as fortunate as you, if you could even call your circumstances fortunate. 

You had bear witness to their untimely end, the sight of the zombified beings overwhelming each and every single one of them put a chill down your spine. You wanted to help them, so badly, but each and every second of your intense fight another man was lost to the bog.

You once had six men to back you.

Now it was only you.

The spotlight on the helicopter cut through the surrounding smoke with ease, and you could only watch as it jutted around.

The screams began to multiply, as the surrounding infected became disturbed. You could hear more scuttling, more crunching of debris around you that caused a lump to form in your throat. Your body shook, but not hard enough to shake what you had been leaning against to hide.

You almost gasped, as you witnessed one of them rush by you. It’s skin almost brushed against you, a mere inches as it followed the spotlight in a hurry. You wanted to run, to try to get the chopper’s attention. As soon as your instincts told you to run, another grunt was to sprint by.

You were stuck.

You could feel the tears of fear welling up in your eyes, the intense pounding in your chest making it feel like it was going to spring out. That you would end up just like the others. However, by your own force of will, you remained. Remained unmoving, even against the waves of shrieking enemies.

The chopper remained, but only for a few minutes, before the spotlight pulled away and left you in the uncomfortable darkness. You fought against your need to call out, you need to be found. This was a situation you had to get yourself out of.

So you wait. You’d wait for hours if you had to, for the silence to finally fall over Truth or Consequences, New Mexico.

And hours it was. Eventually, you were able to unfurl yourself from the ball of debris. You scurried from your hiding place soundlessly, to ensure that the grunts would not pull their attention to you.

Step by step, you stuck to the shadows, remaining low to the ground so that you could tuck away if something were to catch it’s attention. Step by step, you drew closer to where Rainbow had been setting up their quarantine tents.

It took hours, before you had finally arrived. The faces of those who had been there were shocked, at the sullied state of your blood-stained uniform. At the premise of you coming back, after several hours of your disappearance.

You let out a shaky breath, peeling the respirator off of your face with equally shaky hands. It rests in your palms, your eyes looking down at the scratched screen that had blocked your face.

It was only the sound of a voice that took you from your shocked trance, a familiar German accent falling upon your ears.

“[Y/N]... I thought I lost you,” Dominic spoke quietly, and you could tell he was fighting the urge to embrace you. You needed to get out of your uniform before he would, just to ensure that this would not spread.

“You weren’t there…why weren’t you there?” he finally asked. “At the pick up point?”

“Dominic... I was hiding away. I couldn’t move, you saw all of them!” you snapped. “They were everywhere! They killed everyone, Dominic, I-” your voice begins to crack, the weight of what you’ve experienced finally setting on your shoulders. “You really thought I was dead?”

“I wasn’t sure what to think, [Y/N]. All they saw were the bodies on the ground, all of those damn things circling around the area...” Dominic explained as he finally reaches out to you.

He puts a hand gently on your cheek. You hadn’t been paying much attention to yourself, he had wiped a tear from your face during your distressing state. “I’m... I’m just happy you survived... We have to get you cleaned up.”

You nod, ever so slightly in your shaken state. He keeps you at a distance, but remains at your side as he guides you into the tent.

“I’m sorry you went through those things,” he said quietly. “I can’t begin to imagine what you have seen.”

“Dominic, I... I don’t want to think about it right now...” you admit, the images of your comrades disappearing finally crawling back into your head.

“Okay,” he says simply, rubbing a hand on your shoulder.

“I…I can’t do this without you,” you practically choke out, turning your head to face him. “Promise me, you’ll try to come back to me... if they ship you out there.”

His eyes are soft as they stare at you, his hand gently caressing your shoulder blade. “I promise, [Y/N]. I’ll come back, even if I have to walk through hell to do it.”

[angelaiswriting]

Of Matches and Dates | Bandit x fem!reader

[video by rodnae productions from pexels]

✏️ Pairing: Bandit x fem!reader

✏️ Summary: with Valentine’s Day around the corner, Dominic’s friends have managed to convince him to download a dating app. (Not requested, but inspired by the lovely @kind-wolf​ as always)

✏️ A/N: this is just a lil something for Valentine’s day. I’m still working on my fluff skills :’) Domi’s dating profile is at the bottom of the fic: it took me forever to make but I’m so proud :’) enjoy 💛

✏️ Warnings: none :’)

✏️ Word-count: 5,274

OF MATCHES AND DATES

 The club is packed — and Dominic is too tired to even care, for once. His back is burning, and there’s a nasty gash on his left thigh that a doctor has stitched up too tightly and that’s constantly making him ground his teeth every time the muscle tenses up.

He’s forgotten whose stupid idea it was to go out clubbing not even three hours after coming back from a mission on the other face of the Earth, but he does remember he’s there to be Eli’s wingman just in case his date dumps him last minute. It won’t happen, of course, but the kid still worries when it comes to a pretty lady he’s matched with on Matcher.

Matcher is the latest novelty at the base, or so that’s the impression he’s had ever since his jet landed not so long ago. Even Monika has signed up for an account — It’s great to pass time, Domi! You should download it, it’s free, or that’s what she said the second before tearing his phone from his hands to download it herself.

“Here, I brought you drink!” Alexsandr tears him from his musings — and the dull soreness still crawling underneath his skin — and unceremoniously slaps a shot of vodka on the small, high table he’s been leaning against. By the time the glass is halfway to his lips, Dominic has the time to notice half of its contents have sloshed out onto the metal surface of that dingy thing; he doesn’t care: he simply tilts his head back, lets the alcohol wash down his throat and prays it’ll numb everything to a low hum.

“Where is everyone else?” he asks, hissing when someone bumps into his back in passing. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s felt like every single muscle in his body felt so pulled and tight, but he’s already set up his mind to barge into Harry’s office the next morning and ask for — or demand — the longest leave he’s ever thought of asking.

Alex shrugs and quickly empties the shot he has in his right hand, for the one in his left is already empty. The bar is right behind them, though, so they both know they’ll be making back and forth more times than one would rather know. “Somewhere in there,” he replies, jutting his chin in the general direction of the mess of bodies behind Dominic’s back. “Adriano has a date, too, so he ditched us.”

“So did Elias, Monika and Seamus.” He turns around briefly, throws a look around to try and see if he can get a glimpse of the friends they’ve come here with, but miserably fails.

“Stupid dating apps, making men our age third-wheel like this.” Alexsandr groans something in Russian then, but it’s under his breath and Dominic would never be able to tell what that was with the noise in there — he also doesn’t speak Russian, he finds himself realizing a minute too late. “But I met the French at the bar, they rented out a VIP room for the night.”

“We should gatecrash it.”

Ten minutes later, eight of which spent downing one drink after the other in the vain attempt to outdrink each other, both men walk into the French’s VIP room behind Gustave Kateb, whose English has already started slurring into French when he doesn’t focus enough.

The French aren’t the only people there: Marius sends Dominic a pleading look as Lion fills his head with his usual bullshit, and a bunch of recruits who’ve somehow had the chance to hang around the more seasoned operators sit on the couch on the far left of the room and listen to what Y/N and Finka are enlightening them with. The two women turn around to greet them and although Dominic’s eyes trail down the plummeting neckline of Y/N’s shimmery top, he still has enough attention to spare to notice how the rookies hang from her lips as she keeps on talking.

Alexsandr’s exclamation of jubilee, however, tears him from the sight of the only one he’s had a crush on for a long time now and there’s nothing he can do to stop the other from dragging him towards the couch Montagne is sitting on with not one, not two, but three bottles of vodka on the low table in front of him.

“What do a Russian, a French and a German have in common?” Gilles asks, raising a shot glass and chuckling drunkenly as icy droplets of alcohol trail down the glass and onto the still-bruised skin between his right thumb and forefinger.

“Their hatred for this goddamn dating app?”

But Alex slaps him up the back of his head as he takes the shot their tipsy friend is handing him. “Alcohol!” he booms, making more than a couple of heads turn around before drinking his glass dry as though it didn’t contain but water.

They end up sitting together, Dominic to the right and Alexsandr to the left of Montagne, their knees pressing into each other’s as they joke and drink. They’re the only three in the room that have just come back from a mission abroad, and no one comes to bother them for a long time as they try to relax and let go. The topic of discussion, however, quickly shifts back to the fucking dating app.

Matcher seems to be all the rage, and it somehow manages to sneak its way into even the most unassuming conversations. Neither of them would by now be able to assert with utmost certainty if there truly is someone at the base that doesn’t use it — apart from the people that have spent the last two weeks on a mission, completely detached from the civilian world, that is.

“I’ve heard Blitz has already had something like fifteen dates so far, in less than three weeks at that!” Gilles’ English is softened and slurred out by his French, the same French that always comes back every time he goes beyond a certain threshold when it comes to drinking.

“Fifteen?!” Alexsandr almost cries out, comically counting on his fingers until he’s reached the right number, almost as though by doing that, he’ll be able to fully comprehend the extent of Elias’ adventures.

“He’s fucked with only seven of them, though,” adds Dominic, tipping down another shot before leaning back against his seat, spreading his arms on the backrest and letting his hands hang against the cool faux leather.

Yet again, Alex counts on his fingers — up to seven, and then up to fifteen, just to see how big the difference between the two is. “Christ,” is his only comment just before he takes a long sip straight from the bottle, long enough to finish the two fingers of liquid that remain in it.

“Monique made me download it,” and it takes them a minute to put two and two together and realize Gilles is talking about IQ in his frenchified English. “Snatched mon portable from my hands and gave it back with that fucking app on my home screen.”

Dominic scoffs, the French’s experience with his colleague hitting closer to home than he would have thought possible before today. “Did the same to me. If you had given her five minutes more, she would’ve created an account for you like she did mine.”

They’re curious, both the French and the Russian, and while Gilles is chill, Dominic knows Alexsandr is not going to let him live this down. So, their quick Show us! turns into some rearranging on their seats so that Dominic ends up finding himself trapped between his two friends, looming over him like some vultures.

“Since when do you like cooking dates?” asks Alex when the app opens on Dominic’s personal profile page.

“Monika chose everything, said ‘pussy’ isn’t respectable enough as an interest. Cooking dates apparently work better at getting women, or so she says.”

“You sure she didn’t want you to match up with her?”

“Don’t listen to Frenchie, show us who it makes you match with!” Alex’s hand is quick at shooting out, but Dominic is quicker, pulling his phone away so that his now pouting friend can’t get a hold of it.

“I’ll use it. I don’t want you messing up my app.”

“I thought you didn’t like the idea of having it.”

“And I don’t! I’m just bored!”

But he still touches the search icon, and the other two almost hold their breaths as they wait for the shitty reception inside the club to allow the page to fully load and replace the pulsating hearts of the logo to leave their place to profile pictures.

The first is a 37-year-old woman with curly ginger hair and eyes of two different colors — they’re both brown, but there’s some blue in the left one, as well.

“Pretty,” says Gilles just as Dominic reads what her profession is — florist. “Match with her.”

But Dom is good — and he tells them that, pushing their hands away from his phone to prevent them from doing things with his app. “Make your own account and stop bugging me about mine,” he replies as his fingers tap the bubble with the golden star icon — not a match, more like a ‘save for later’ and although he’s had plenty of one-night stands, ‘saving’ someone ‘for later’ makes him feel fifty different shades of dirty.

The second woman is South African, a bit too far away, but with his job, he could end up anywhere in the world. So, he saves Bea for later before Alex makes him change his search parameters so that the system would find people closer to his actual location.

There’s a barista he’s seen plenty of times at the pub he and Marius often go to. She’s pretty, on the tall side, with hair cut chin-level short and a tattoo that snakes its way up the side of her neck and that he now sees trails down deeper underneath the low-cut tank top she’s wearing in her profile picture. Matcher says her name is Andrea, so he can now put his curiosity to sleep and stop wondering how he should call her.

Alexsandr taps the two-heart button to match him up with her before he can stop him, and the three of them sit there for a long time — or so at least it seems, with the rest of the party blatantly ignoring them as operators come and go as they please — checking out women and deciding what to do with them. And really, it sounds so bad in Dom’s mind when he puts it into those words — they’re judging someone based on one picture and literally three other facts about them — but that’s still the truth of the thing. Some women end up in the starred ‘save for later’ section — which they’ve found out is much nicer than it seems and it’s just a way to still be able to chat without necessarily match yet —, some get skipped, and Andrea is still the only one in his matches — she still has to match back with him, and deep down Dominic can’t help but wonder how their next encounter at the pub is going to feel like.

It’s endless profiles later, when Montagne stands up to ‘go piss’ — or so he says, kicking finesse out of the window — that a familiar face pops up on the app.

Alex chuckles, almost choking on his hundredth vodka, taken by the surprise of such a sight. “Hey! But that’s —” He’s cut off when Dominic elbows him in his left side, where he knows Alex is bruised — there’s no need to yell Y/N’s name in a room full of people drinking, talking and — he notices when he quickly looks around to make sure no one is paying them any mind — making out in the love-seat in a corner.

Dominic should have expected it, really, Monika did tell him everyone and their mother has downloaded Matcher at the base, and that includes Y/N, but he’s still taken aback because he’s had a crush on her for the longest time now and while he has balls of steel and he’s known for it, he still has… problems approaching her when it doesn’t come to missions or training.

But by God, is she pretty! Both in-person and in that picture still floating on his screen. There’s a sunflower field behind her and she’s sporting trekking boots, camo shorts, and a white tank top on a dusty, Ukrainian road. He was there, when the picture was taken — seven months ago, during the last mission they had been deployed to together — with a bunch of other operators, of course. They had taken a couple of days off when things had been wrapped and some of them had stayed behind before finally coming back to Hereford.

And there she is, grinning at him from up close — technologically speaking, that is —, dog tags disappearing between her breasts under her tank top and her head tilted to the side, eyes almost squinting against the late-morning sun. There’s everything on her profile bubble — less than ten miles away, her age, her country of origin, and then that vague ‘police’ typed out next to the white icon of a briefcase, a description Monika’s put into his profile as well.

“So?” But Alex is distracted by Gilles coming back and sitting down once again next to Dominic, and he doesn’t continue.

“Found anyone interesting while I was gone?”

“Y/N,” is Alex’s unsolicited reply. “But this chicken won’t do shit about it.”

Dominic groans. “Why do you have to be so annoying? Jesus! There, matched her. You happy now?” he complains, tapping the match! bubble with the two hearts before he has much time to overthink. “It’ll make for a good laugh when she opens her app.”

They’re all bored anyway, and he’s known for — almost — always choosing the fun way of doing something. She will match him, send him a haha domi gotcha! great to see u on this app — all lowercase, often with that ‘u’ instead of ‘you’ — through the chat feature, and then they’ll be able to laugh it off during training. It could make for a nice sort of inside joke, he muses as he puts his phone away for the night and reaches for the bottle of vodka.

By the time his friends drag him back to the dance floor to try and loosen up their sore muscles, he’s received some matching requests and more than just ‘a few’ messages in his chat from so many different people that he feels his head is spinning.

It’s early morning already when he, Alex and Gilles wait for their Uber to come and pick them up, all of them with more drinks in their body than there is water. The other two have downloaded Matcher for shits and giggles and are now busy sorting through their recommended profiles.

They’ve all warmed up to it — they’ve all used other dating apps in the past, so one more is not a problem, even more when they’re easily bored and with fewer and fewer ideas on how to pass the time they spend between missions.

It’s only when Alexsandr complains that Why am I not getting hot operators too? with a comic pout on his face that Dominic’s phone goes off vibrating in the back pocket of his pants for the millionth time. He picks it out to finally delete the stupid app — too many notifications in too little time, and he’s too tired to be patient.

The notification message reads It’s a match! with an obnoxious sparkling heart emoji, though, and that suddenly turns his mood around and makes him curious. He hasn’t got a real, mutual match yet, just lots of stars that are probably enough to light up the night sky. So he unlocks his phone, opens the app, and after the rather-cheesy explosion of hearts going off on the screen, he finally sees who’s matched him back and the name both knocks the wind out of him and makes him laugh, all at the same time.

*

He brings it up to her the next day. It’s just after his training session, when he’s walking around the grounds of the Base to take his mind off of things and Y/N is leaving the armory facility. She waves at him, and he can’t but jog up to her to walk with her for a bit.

There’s some small talk, stuff about plans for this next stretch of time before a mission, catching up like friends or colleagues do, and then he drops it — Now that we’ve matched on that dating app, we should go on a date! He says it with a smile in his eyes and laughter in his voice, but it all fades into silence when he realizes that what he’s seeing on her face is confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

He frowns. Maybe she doesn’t remember it. “We matched on Matcher last night. I got your notification when I left the club.” It comes off as a question — what could have been an attempt at shooting his shot in a best-case scenario or something done out of fun in any other case, seems to be quickly turning around to bite him in the ass.

The look on her face is of utter mortification as she looks up at him, realization slowly and then quickly catching up on her like some avalanche. ‘Mortified’ is the last thing he would have thought to see on her face, and he’s taken aback, for once he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do. Maybe she doesn’t do older. Or she doesn’t do colleagues. Or maybe she sees him as a big brother — most of the recruits seem to somehow see him that way for the first months, despite him never doing anything to even remotely prompt that kind of behavior.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” she finally says, hiding her face behind her hands. “I was shit-faced last night. Lera and I were fucking around with my app since she says I always get the hot ones, I must’ve done it at that moment. I didn’t think I’d get people from the Base, I’m so sorry. Forget about that, please: I didn’t want to make things weird.”

He’s… bummed, there’s no other way to put it. It kind of stings his pride, in a way, but he sees where she’s coming from. He just… didn’t expect for her to not take it jokingly — after all, they are similar in that, and their sense of humor always makes them find the fun side in almost anything.

“Nah, don’t worry.”

But he’s still thinking about it three days later, and both Marius and Elias, and then Monika, Gilles and Alex as well, have tried to come up with a way to fix it — they don’t exactly know what needs fixing, it’s just a stupid dating app, but the look in Y/N’s eyes is still mortified every time Dominic crosses her path.

It’s only when he’s chilling with Lera and Elias on Wednesday night, discussing possible plans for Valentine’s day, coming up on Sunday, that the topic of Matcher and the apparently dramatic match with Y/N crawls its way into the conversation once more. It’s just the three of them in the lounge room, feet up on the coffee table or on the long part of the L-shaped couch, legs crossed at the ankles.

And for a moment it’s like going back to stupid high school crushes when Lera lets it slip that Y/N is simply too embarrassed to admit that she squealed and giggled like a teenager when she got Domi’s match request over the weekend. That that is the reason why she’s so mortified and she — Lera — is tired of trying to convince her that there’s nothing wrong in finding a colleague hot. Brunsmeier is a handsome man, I’d be surprised if the thought had never crossed your mind! — that’s how she recounts it, glancing at Dominic and shrugging her shoulders.

“She’s just afraid the truth might come out,” she says. “To which I’m not opposed, I’m tired of hearing her babble about it every time she starts doubting herself.”

At first, Dominic’s only reply is a pensive hum as he brings the almost-empty beer bottle to his lips for a sip. “I didn’t think she’d somehow take it personally. I would’ve expected her to joke about it, that’s why I was confused.”

They end up thinking of a plan — send her flowers and chocolates, with a note attached, and then show up at her and Lera’s shared dorm room to take her out on a Valentine’s date. His playful crush isn’t that much of a secret when it comes to his friends, after all: he does get drunk — eventually — and he does let his tongue loose — loose enough to hint at stuff he wouldn’t exactly boast while sober.

So, the next day, they put their plan into motion. A delivery man delivers Y/N the biggest bouquet of roses Dominic has managed to find on the website of a nearby flower shop at almost one in the morning, and it’s not only a surprise to her, but to all the operators and recruits that have stayed behind in the mess hall after breakfast as well.

They watch as she eyes the bouquet, lips parted, a frown of almost suspicion on her face — and from that table, Lera sends him a knowing smirk and a raise of an eyebrow that seems to tell him that she was not expecting such an obnoxious thing.

The exchange doesn’t miss Monika’s eye, and the operator is quick at putting two and two together. She slaps his bicep, and when he turns around to glare at her, almost intimidating her to shut her mouth, she smirks. “Look at you, who would’ve thought?” Her German is hushed, and it makes their fellow German colleagues chuckle, too. “Decided to make a move?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“I told you that app wasn’t that bad!” she adds when Elias tells her how things have come to that.

The next day, Dominic makes sure Lera leaves his box of Swiss pralines on Y/N’s bed — and she promptly texts him back when her roommate and friend finds it after her monthly session in Harry’s office.

When Saturday comes around, Y/N’s confusion has taken the place of the mortified look in her eyes, and Lera has started trying to convince him to come forward before her friend would start thinking of some joke. Y/N’s not the type to get spooked out — a last-minute secret admirer just in time for Valentine’s day delivering gifts is the least dangerous thing she’s probably ever come across, but he knows it’s time to ask her out.

He finds her in the very lounge room Elias and Lera talked him into moving things forward. She’s sitting on the window bench, staring out at the park of the base and at the flour-like snowflakes coming down and twirling in the wind, before it turns into rain before nightfall.

“Hey,” she greets him before he has time to make a sound, seeing his reflection in the windowpane. “If you’re going to tease me for the ginormous bouquet I got the other day like everyone else did, please don’t.” She chuckles, though, and turns around when he sits at the other end of the bench.

“Nah, I won’t be childish this time.” There’s a grin on his face as he pulls his feet up and rests his arms on his bent knees, teasing her own leg with a foot for a moment just to make her laugh. “Have any clues on who the secret admirer is?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “I’m quite sure Lera knows who this is, but I haven’t been able to tear it out of her yet.”

It’s quiet for a while before Dominic starts saying Look, there’s something I— before he stops mid-sentence and looks up at her. She’s staring back at him almost expectantly, when someone dashes through the hall and distracts them for a moment.

“I’m sorry that match made you feel the way it did,” he says, “but I’m still glad I sent my request. And I know deep down you are too, you’re just afraid of things going the wrong way.” When she frowns, her lips parting, he scoots closed and lays a hand on her knee. “A little bird told me.”

“Yeah, a Russian one, maybe?” She covers her face with her hands, much like she did at the beginning of the week, before she sighs. “Lera likes to babble.”

“I don’t mind.” His hand gives her knee a gentle squeeze, and he waits for her to look at him again. “It finally gave me the excuse to ask you out on Valentine’s day. If you’re down for it, that is.”

*

On Sunday, he shows up at her door at half-past six, wearing fucking tux pants for once in his life. He’s cleaned up nice — trimmed his beard a bit, combed his hair back with some cream, stole a few drops of Alex’s perfume when he and Gilles made themselves at home in his room while he was getting ready. She’s begged him to skip the roses next time, and so he’s standing there with a bunch of wildflowers in one hand, wondering why the fuck there’s butterflies in his stomach.

She’s just as beautiful as ever when she opens the door, and Lera is nowhere to be found when she invites him in so that she can put his flowers in some water. Red dress, black coat, killer heels, painted lips — she almost takes his breath away.

“You’re stunning.” The honesty in his voice makes her stutter for a moment before he lets her give him a hug.

“You’re not any less,” she grins, pecking his cheek before following him outside and then to the garage level.

He makes her ride behind him on his bike, and the dinner at the overpriced fancy restaurant he’s managed to book last-minute passes in a flash. But even despite that, he doesn’t miss the way she warms up — and opens up — the more they chat: long gone is the mortification he knows she’s felt at the idea of possibly having made things awkward or of having given her crush on him away, and they actually find themselves getting to know each other better through tales from both missions and their civilian lives and childhood.

When they’re forced to leave the restaurant to leave their place to the second turn of patrons on such a busy February night, they walk around the center of the city arm in arm, both wrapped up tightly in their jackets and with their helmets in hand. They talk and talk, and the more they do, the more that faint shadow of embarrassment they felt throughout the week evaporates from their shoulders much like the condensation leaving their lips.

Neither of them is in the mood to return to Hereford just yet. It’s nice to be out and about, doing normal things, falling for what Dominic considers a well-thought-out marketing strategy — although he won’t lie by saying he’d rather be doing something else tonight, or spend time with someone else.

“I’m glad you matched me,” she suddenly confesses, the both of them hurrying up to cross the street before the traffic light turns red. “I would’ve never had the guts to. And I’m glad you did what you did and that we’re now here.”

He grins at her, pulling her closer into his side by wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Vodka is the best remedy against bullshitting instead of taking action,” he jokes, and she laughs.

He stares at her as she does, unable to keep in that chuckle.

“Yeah, I’m sure, Sanya always says the same bullshit,” she laughs, shaking her head before pointing at the bowling alley with her helmet, her other arm wrapped securely around his waist. “I don’t wanna go back yet. What do you think about some bowling?”

When they get back at the Base at around three in the morning, Dominic has a rip in the crotch of his pants and they’re both still giggling like kids at the memory of how comically loud the ripping sound seemed when he bent to throw his ball. They were joking around, in the bowling track further from the entrance, when it happened and she had to stand right behind him as he walked back to their booth, both of them laughing loudly, his cheeks burning red in an uncharacteristic moment of embarrassment.

“Bring me your pants when you wake up, I’ll fix them for you,” she chuckles, her hand still wrapped tightly in his.

“We should go bowling again,” he replies instead, looking down at her, now a bit shorter since she’s walking barefoot, her heels in his other hand. “With a proper attire this time, though.”

“Sure, why not?” Her excitement makes him smile, and even in the night lights always on throughout the Base during the night, he can see how her eyes seem to grin up at him. “I’d be ecstatic to watch you lose miserably a second time.”

“You only had luck!” But it’s not a real complaint — after all, he is shit at bowling, but he’s loved spending tonight with her and he’d be happy to replicate it more than just once. “And I let you win.”

“Of course.” Her chuckle is low now that they’re in the sleeping quarters.

And although they should go to bed and get ready for the day of training and simulations awaiting for them when they wake up, they still seem to linger, standing there, in front of the door of her dorm, still hand in hand, smiling at each other.

“Thank you for tonight,” she says eventually, taking a step closer to give him a quick good-night hug, and she grabs her heels when he hands them to her.

“Likewise. I really enjoyed it. We should do it again.” He puts the idea out there, but when she smiles sweetly at him all his doubts seem to sizzle and evaporate.

“We should,” she nods, her fingers playing with his. 

“Just ring me up when you’re free from your Matcher dates,” he grins, winking at her, hinting at the quite numerous dates she told him she had since downloading the app.

“Nah, I’m deleting it. I got the one match that matters most, so there’s no reason in keeping on looking.” She balances herself by putting both hands on his shoulders and pecks the corner of his mouth. “Good night, Domi.”

When he opens the door of his room, still grinning, the last thing he’s expecting to find is some of his friends waiting around for him just to know how his date has gone.

“So?” Monika asks, standing up from where she’s been sitting in his desk chair, eyes tired and hair tousled.

“We brought vodka,” Alex grins, raising an almost empty bottle while Gilles points at the empty glasses on the nightstand. “We’ve been waiting for this day for too long!”

“Sorry, man,” Marius says from his bed, both eyes closed and ankles crossed.

“We couldn’t stop them and shooting them dead wasn’t an option,” is what Elias aads, and Dominic knows it’s going to be a long night. But when he’s done talking, he knows he’s deleting that goddamn app, too.

[credits: psd (mine) | dominic | random guy #1 | random guy #2]

Feedback is always welcome if you want to drop old me a line 💛

[kind-wolf]

Kiss on a stick

Fandom: Rainbow Six Siege

Character:  Dominic  Brunsmeier 

Genre: general

Rating: T

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: ~1650

Note: This is just a little something for my lovely friend @angelaiswriting 💗

Merry Christmas!

Even before reaching the common room, she could hear the Christmas music. 

Usually she wouldn't mind someone trying to spread the holiday cheer for all the operators who would be spending Christmas on duty. And even those who don't celebrate Christmas, didn't seem to mind the music and the decorations. But she did.

Or more accurately, she minded ever since one particular colleague of hers, made it his mission to torment her.

Although torment might be a bit of a harsh description.

Dominic Brunsmeier wanted to be a little shit and use the general holiday spirit and especially one decorative item to steal a kiss from her.

The first time he smugly pointed at the mistletoe they were standing under, her quick combat reflexes helped her duck away before he could get a hold of her.

"Hey! That's cheating, " he had called after her, while her laugh echoed through the hallway as she ran away. 

She should've known that he wouldn't let it go that easily. 

That man had spent years upon years alone undercover. He knew how to play the long game. 

So for the past 3 weeks, she never walked through a door without checking for the treacherous little sprig and the german operator who never seemed too far away from it. 

She had even taken to carrying around a baton, so she could nudge the mistletoe off, whenever she encountered one. 

It didn't seem to deter Dominic though. 

He kept at it. Only grinning at her when he caught her destroying yet another trap. "I'll get you eventually Engelchen."

"In your dreams Brunsmeier," she had scoffed, even though she was sure he noticed the upwards twitch of her lips she failed to suppress. 

Another memorable moment in their game had been when she tried to throw him off with the help of Alexsandr. Everybody had already caught on to the special cat-and-mouse game, so when she asked the Russian operator for help, he immediately agreed with a big grin on his face. 

They walked to the common room together and just as expected, there was a mistletoe sneakily attached to the corner of the doorway, meaning Dominic wasn't far. 

Alex gestured for her to go first. So she did. And just when her eyes met Dom's who was leaning against a couch, she felt Alex grab her wrist to pull her back. "Not so fast Милашка. I think I get a kiss."

She didn't tear her eyes away from Dominic until she saw them widen in realization. 

She had to suppress a giggle, since Alex was already leaning down to her height.

Just as he planted a firm kiss on her lips, she heard the German in the background complain "That's not fair! That's my kiss."

When Alex released her, she was ready to reply, but the Russian beat her to it with a laugh in his voice. "I didn't know you wanted a kiss from me so badly. But don't worry. I got plenty to give."

"Fuck you, " came instantly from Dominic, who was grinning nonetheless. 

Their game went on until there weren't many days left until Christmas. 

And she could tell he was getting desperate, for the mistletoe now also appeared in random places like the stairwell or the inside of the kitchen cabinets. One was even placed so high above her locker that she had to get a ladder to get it off.

Despite the music playing, the common room was empty. Suspicious. 

She made sure it was really empty by immediately checking every corner and possible hiding place, just like she would in a combat situation. 

But then the arm around her waist and the whispered "Got you" made her stiffen. 

Damn that sneaky bastard!

She knew it was Dominic. It was hard to admit, but she had grown accustomed to the smell of him, to the sound of his voice, his barely noticeable accent, his presence in her daily life. 

The hold on her waist was strong enough for her to know she couldn't just wiggle away. Of course she could fight him off if she really wanted to, but hurting him really wasn't on her agenda for today. Or any other day if she was being honest. 

She slowly turned in his grasp and the first thing she spotted was his gleeful smile, before her eyes caught the greenery dangling right above their heads. 

"How the fuck..." she trailed off upon taking in the fact that he had really put a mistletoe on a stick so he could hold it up wherever. 

They both laughed before she bumped her head against his chest, relaxing into his embrace. "You're such a dork."

She looked back up into his face, expecting a smart retort, but was only met with his intense gaze that suddenly threatened to set her on fire. 

She shouldn't be feeling like this for her colleague. She shouldn't...

When his face slowly lowered to her own, time seemed to freeze. Not even the clattering of the mistletoe stick as it hit the ground registered in her brain, as his nose bumped against hers, his now free hand coming up to hold her chin in place. 

Her eyes fluttered shut as first his beard tickled against her skin, before he brushed his lips against hers. 

A shuddering breath left her lips, before it was cut off by his firm mouth pressed against hers. 

She responded tentatively, grasping the front of his uniform as she tilted back to meet his lips fully. He pushed closer, mouth parting slightly as he deepened the kiss. His hand slid down to her neck, still holding her in place. 

It was as if he was trying to devour her, to never let her get away again. 

The hand that was not at her waist wandered into her hair, gripping it gently. She couldn't stop herself from answering his passion with the same enthusiasm he was showing her. 

She slid her arms around his neck and pulled herself impossibly closer to him, almost moaning when her body felt his muscles even through the layers of clothes. 

The hand from her waist slid down to her backside and he cupped her ass eagerly.

Her heart was hammering against her rip cage as she tried getting enough air into her lungs between kisses while Dominic barely seemed to feel the need to breathe. 

"I'm not sleeping with my colleagues, " she managed to gasp out, after pushing herself away from him a few measly centimeters, fully aware that the willpower to stay true to her word was dwindling with every second. 

His mouth was back on hers with barely a "Mhmm," to signal he had indeed heard her words. 

"I also don't date my colleagues, " she insisted with the next gasp for air. 

Again Dominic only hummed, his hands squeezing her ass firmly to get her closer again. 

"It only gets messy, " she continued, yet not doing anything more to stop his kisses. 

She felt his grin against her lips when he mumbled a cheeky "I sure hope so."

Even she didn't know if the sound that left her in response was a groan or moan "I'm serious."

With visible effort Dom pulled himself away from her and sighed before gently bumping his forehead against hers. "Look, Engelchen... I really like you. Or I wouldn't have been that persistent about getting a kiss. And from your reaction just now, I would say you like me too."

Despite knowing he was right, she still tried to keep it together, get back to something that at least resembled professional behavior. "That doesn't chan-" 

Both hands now on her hips, he swayed them both to the rhythm of the slow music that played in the background. "Let me take you on a date. We can take it slow. And if it doesn't work out, I promise not to make it awkward."

Fuck. She wanted to say yes. She wanted to be in his arms, run her fingers along his beard, hear his goofy jokes. She knew she shouldn't though. "But..." 

The german cut her off with a quick peck on her lips. "Say yes," he whispered before pulling away again to look into her eyes. 

Her hands finally slid away from behind his neck, down to his chest. And she sighed before she playfully patted his stomach. "Alright. But I'm expecting something spectacular. You gotta blow my socks off." 

Dominic's grin put the shine of the Christmas lights around them to shame. "Trust me, it'll be so good, you'll be the one who wants to blow somethi- OWW."

Bonus:

"Eeekk! What..." before she could even get her question out, she burst out laughing, almost immediately gasping for air. 

She tried her best to see through the tears that were already gathering in her eyes, wiping furiously to get another look at Domi. 

He stood in front of her, in what was obviously supposed to be a sexy santa outfit. The red dress rimmed with white fluffy fabric way too short on his broad frame. She would almost be able to see his underwear. If he was wearing any, which she wasn't so sure about with him. To add some more flair to his outfit he had also put on a hat with blinking Christmas lights and red knee high socks. 

"I take it, I exceeded all your expectations," he asked, turning his back to her and shaking his barely covered ass. 

At first she could still only wheeze as a reaction, but she tried to get some words out anyway. "You… are… out...out… of… your mind!" 

"And you love it," he simply stated while walking up to her. 

While she was still calming down and wiping the rest of the tears off her face, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. "Does your sexy Santa get a kiss before we go and gift the others with the sight of my gorgeous legs?" 

She risked a glance down at said legs, and barely contained another laugh before looking back into his face. "Kissing Santa? I'm sure that'll put me on his naughty list," she teased. 

He was prevented from answering when she placed a hand on his bare thigh, sliding it upwards under his dress while the other gently grasped his beard to guide his lips to hers. 

[rainbowsixxreader]

If you're still taking prompts, Bandit and 19? :)

19) “I trust you.”

The middle of battle was always heated because you never knew if you’d be going home in a body bag or not that day. You were a shielded defense hero, pointless some thought, but your shield saved your life and your comrades many times.

You noticed Bandit fighting a battle he couldn’t possibly win and frowned from your stationed position at the door, you held your shield through bullet rain as you made your way to him, you positioned yourself in front of him and he smiled gratefully, reloading his gun as you held your ground against the shots.

“I trust you.” He nodded his head at you and you dropped your shield to a different angle, allowing him to shoot over it and at the terrorists flooding the room, you raised your own gun and shot over your shield, trying to block your head with your arm as best you could.

Bandit sighed in relief when enemy fire stopped and you dropped your shield, hissing in pain at the bullet would in your arm. “Are you okay, Dominic?” You asked him, and he nodded, sitting up to look at your wound, he frowned and ripped a piece of shirt, wrapping your wound tightly to stop the bleeding.

“I’m alright thanks to you.” He smiled. 

[vampsquerade]

Can I get a Bandit x reader where the reader goes into his shop while he's working and climbs into his lap and just holds him?

of course you can anon! thank you so much for your request, i appreciate it so so much c: this is so cute tho i wanna do this 😭

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Bandit x Reader: Loving Hold

Trigger Warnings: None, all fluff!

After your usual afternoon routine, you wondered why you didn’t see your boyfriend at all today. You stayed in his room in the barracks on base, so you decided to go looking around for him. You asked everyone where he was, and there was only one person who had seen him. “Dominic’s in the repair shop here on base right now. He’s at his bench like usual, testing his CED.” Marius said, giving you a pat on the head for going to him and asking. “Alright, thank you so much Marius!” you say cheerfully. You then make your way over to the repair shop, and see your lovely boyfriend hunched over his bench.

You stealthily and quietly sneak up on him, gently tapping his shoulder. Dominic quickly whirls around to see you, and the moment he did, you decided to take your rightful place in his lap. You hold onto him, not making a single noise as you bury your face into his chest before kissing his neck. “Liebe, I wasn’t expecting you to come looking for me. Sorry I didn’t say anything to wake you, I wanted you to get your rest.” Dominic said, apologizing for not waking you up. You simply look up at him and smile before resting your head back against his chest. Chuckling softly, Dominic simply wrapped his left arm around your waist and held onto you as he did what he was doing. He was simply writing down some notes for what he should try next to make his CED a bit more effective when it came to improving the range of the electricity once set up.

You just simply held onto him as he did this, listening to the steady beat of his heart as he worked diligently on what he could try next. Usually Dominic would have someone else with him as he experimented, but he figured doing it alone today would be best. “Hold on a bit tighter, ja? I’m going to move forward slightly so I can start disassembling my CED.” he said. You nodded and held onto him a bit tightly, and he moved the chair you two were in so he could be closer to his bench. “So, what exactly caused you to want to rework your device?” you ask. “Just feel like the electrical currents it can give could be stronger…” Dominic said softly as he focused on disassembling it.

You shifted your gaze slightly to watch as he did so, keeping yourself still and silently as he meticulously worked on his CED. As he was doing this, you felt the presence of another person beside the two of you. “Hey Dom, Y/N! How you goin’ you two?” a familiar voice asked. “We’re doing just fine, Max. How are you today?” Dominic asked, the both of you turning to look at Max. “Doin’ quite alright I reckon. Since when’d you get your hands on a koala, eh?” Max teased, laughing softly to himself afterwards. “A year and five months ago. How’s the missus? Have your twins yet?” Dominic asked. “Nah, not yet mate. She’s still got a couple more weeks to go before she’s ready to get them outta the oven. Can't wait to meet the little rascals.” Max said happily, sighing softly, before looking you right in the eye. “And when do you guys expect to have one of your own? Or do you just not plan on anything yet?”

You snort softly, rolling your eyes, “We gotta give ourselves time, we aren’t even married yet!” you exclaim. This causes both men to laugh, making you feel a bit flustered, “Well, to each their own time. Even if you did, who’d be caring for them? Surely one of you would have to give up your career.” Max said, frowning slightly. “We’ll just cross that bridge once Y/N and I get there.” Dominic said, gently rubbing your back to keep you calm. “Yeah, once we’re there…” you say. “Shit, soz about bringing it up…I hope you two figure everything out eventually. I’ll head out now, gotta get back home to the missus now.” Max said, patting your head before walking off.

That conversation you had with Max got you thinking, and Dominic noticed it. “So…would you ever want to marry me, and maybe have a kid..? We can always adopt or something…” you ask. “I would, it’s just…perhaps right now isn’t the best time. Plus, it’s a surprise if I do. I’m not going to spoil that for you.” Dominic said. “Does that mean you see a future for the both of us..?” you ask softly. “I always have. Nobody’s made me as happy as you did…and my last partner, well…that was a long time ago. Things didn’t end up working out once I did my undercover work back in 2010, as she didn’t like it. But you? We work in the same field basically. We know the risks we’re taking, so getting to be close and understand why we’re doing what we do makes it easier for us to be together.” Dominic said.

He then put down the screwdriver that was in his right hand, now tightly embracing you. “Oh Dominic…that’s so sweet…I honestly have also always seen the two of us together for a long time, even before we started dating.” you say, peppering his neck in kisses. He chuckled softly, moving his hands onto your hips, “How cute of you. Well then, how about I just finish up here, and we can go ahead and relax back in my room after. Does that sound good?” he asked. “If it means I could give you more kisses, yes.” you say, laughing softly. Dominic gave you a nod, getting back to what he was doing. Though you weren’t doing anything to contribute, just spending time with the man you loved made you happy.

[astheraa]

i havent seen enough bandit love :(

Bandit Relationship headcanon;

He enjoys being an uncle to his brother's kids and to be honest he can't wait to get his own.

Because he was an underground agent, he has a some sort of déja-vu, scared he will fall back into one of his personas he had for a long time. He wants to show you his "real-him" but due to his past its soemtimes pretty hard.

You notice that he sometimes just lays there beside you because the question: "Who are you?" would creep into his sleep, so he doesn't even try. You try to comfort him and it really helps, assuring him that you won't stop loving him, no matter what happens.

He loves visiting his brother with you, he wants that his favourite people get along really well. Dominic speaks about his brother a lot and you don't mind, his brother is on of his biggest supporters.

,,It's clear he had to be creative and strategic to stay alive", as harry has written in his Psychological report and his sense for Creativity is enormous, not only in surviving but also in building stuff.

He loves to build things for you, it's one of his favourite activities by now .Dominic loves to see your eyes lit up when he gives you the things he made.

He loves to show you Berlin, it's his Home and his childhood. He would love to be there often but since he's a Team Rainbow Operator and he's on many Missions, so he tries to be there a lot.

He loves cuddling, just laying there chillin, watching something or just talking, he could do this all day. He acts like a teenage boy when he kisses you in front of the others, he gets all shy and flustered.

Dominic talks about you a lot, when he's visiting his brother, drinking with the other members or even to a stray cat.

[wastedr00k]

bandit x jager | mini skirt [ smut ]

this too, was long over due, sorry.

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it was supposed to be a innocent dare, everyone else was cringing, covering their eyes or begging for Marius to stop and change back. but it left Dominic sitting on the floor with his hands covering his growing boner as he watched Marius do some cutesy actions with his face burning red. and no it wasn’t the actions that Marius was doing, instead it was the small skirt that hugged his boyfriend’s waist, thigh high socks with a tight collared crop top that made Marius chest pop out even more.

face palming, he thought out loud, “why do you even have this in your closet in the first place?”

Marius turned around, hands still fumbling to pull his skirt down to hide his underwear from every other operator in the room, “it was supposed to be for a prank! didn’t think it’ll ever see the light of day..” he mumbled and slowly made his way beside Dominic, struggling to sit down till Dominic took off his sweatshirt.

“use this to cover yourself, i’m sure everyone would rather see me than see your junk.” Dominic sighed, tearing his eyes away from Marius’s crotch, and with Marius continuous fiddling with the small skirt or crop top, he found it harder to keep his boner in check.

so he scooted closer to his boyfriend, pretending to lean his head on Marius shoulder then moving his hands down Marius’s back, tracing the hem of the tight skirt, making Marius jerk up in surprise, glaring at him to stop.

“keep quiet, you made me like this, so it’s your problem.” Dominic whispered into Marius ear, making sure to lick his earlobe quickly before pulling away and resuming his lewd actions.

Marius’s back arched as he felt his boyfriend’s hands slowly pull the short skirt up and trace down his ass crack, the familiar slender fingers purposely brushing over his hole over his underwear making his cock start to harden.

Dominic’s finger stretching the fabric Marius’s underwear, his eyes locked onto Marius’s harden nipples that were starting to push against the tight crop top. he smirked as he watched Marius try to hold back soft whines.

as Dominic continued to tease Marius, the bottle spinning on the floor start to slow down and the tip of the bottle coming to a stop in front of Dominic, making his fingers stop for a second and giving Marius time to catch his breath.

“Brunsmeier, it’s your turn, truth or dare.” James asked, his eyes wandering and a slow smirk started to surface, “actually, i think i know what’s going on.”

the other operators looking at both James and Dominic in confusion as Marius’s face heated up for the second time of the night.

“he’s feelin’ his man up in front of all of us.” James chirped as he started laughing, “get out of here, both of you.”

and with that, Dominic dragged Marius up from the ground and ushered the both of them towards the guest room as the other operators started to hoot and give smart comments.

“don’t be too loud!”

“stay safe you two!”

“pick up your own god damn shirt!”

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pushing Marius on the bed, Dominic stood back for a bit to admire the view, Marius’s hair messed up, crop top rolled up and his legs spread open, the skirt pooling around his waist and giving Dominic a perfect view of his half hard cock.

“damn, i should make you wear some panties next time.” Dominic commented as he wiped his lips and climbed on top of Marius, letting his lips hover over his boyfriend’s for a little while then leaning down to kiss Marius, grinding against Marius.

pulling away, Marius glared at Dominic but grinded back up against Dominic, “i’m not a girl, i don’t wear panties.”

“but aren’t you acting like one right now?” Dominic cooed, hands tugging at Marius’s skirt to pull his hips up towards his own as he leaned back up straight, moving his hips up against his boyfriend’s, “wearing such tight stuff, teasing me in front of everyone with this bubble butt.”

Marius looked away as he blushed, arms moving up to covering his face, making his crop top ride up even more.

“look at your huge pecs, they almost look like breasts and your nipples too, gosh. play with them for me, baby boy.” Dominic groaned as he watch Marius slowly start to fondle his own nipples, leaving his red and blushing face open for Dominic’s viewing pleasure, “fuck, i should take pictures.”

reaching into the pocket of his sweatpants, Dominic pulled out his phone and started snapping away, the flash from the phone making the pictures even more lewd, the shine from the layer of sweat on Marius’s skin glowing and the shadow that Marius’s hard cock bulging through the skirt.

“on all fours baby, gotta make more memories.” Dominic ordered and as soon as Marius was on all fours, he pulled Marius’s ass flush against his already hard cock, Dominic started to take pictures again and this time, taking a video of him grinding his cock through his sweatpants against Marius’s ass, hands rubbing his boyfriend’s plum ass, smacking the soft flesh every now and then to watch Marius’s ass jiggle.

“baby, tell me, do you want me to take off my sweatpants and your underwear then grind my hot cock against your tight hole, or rather shall i say, pussy?” he teased as he pointed the camera down to his own cock.

even though he heard Marius whimper out a soft, ‘yes’, that was muffled by the pillows, he decided to tease Marius a little more since this was all recorded.

“i can’t hear you baby, you gotta tell me what you want.” 

“please take off my underwear and fuck me.”

“woah, slow down baby, we have all night.” Dominic replied and pulled his sweatpants off and held his cock in one hand, smacking it against Marius’s underwear clad ass, “tell daddy where you want his fat cock to go.”

“please..”

“baby girl, tell daddy clearly.”

“my pussy! please stuff your cock into my pussy.” Marius moaned out and pushed his ass back against Dominic, and by this time, his cheeks were as red as they can get and he had his fingers in his mouth, biting down onto the finger tips and and licking the knuckles.

“aw, is my baby girl hungry for some of daddy’s cock?” Dominic purred, hands smacking Marius’s ass and with every smack, Marius’s body jerked forward with the force. 

Marius moaned in reply, hearing Dominic call him ‘baby girl’ was always enough to make him go putty for him boyfriend, and instead of replying, Marius grinded back against Dominic’s hard cock, staining his underwear with Dominic’s pre-cum.

"fuck, pull down your panties and show yourself to me and leave your skirt on," Dominic husked and moved away from Marius and sat down behind him, "show me how much you want me."

Marius nodded into the pillow and reached his hands back, starting to give Dominic a show. first, he traced his own hole through the underwear and pushing a little of his fingers into himself, moans of Dominic's name leaving his mouth. then he slowly pushed his underwear down, shaking his butt as the underwear dropped down and pooled around his ankle, his tight pucker open for Dominic's viewing.

"daddy, this hole is all for you."

"call it what daddy's wants to hear."

"my p-pussy is all for you, daddy." Marius groaned as he pulled his fat ass cheeks apart, Dominic then leaning down to lick a stripe up from his balls to his tight pucker and topping it off by biting down Marius ass cheeks.

"so fucking delicious, this pussy got daddy's cock so hard." Dominic growled and resumed to eat his boyfriends ass out.

as he went, his fingers would toy with the tight pucker, rubbing over it, pushing the tip in or placed his palm on Marius's balls and finger tips on Marius's hole and shaking his palms, making Marius start to plead for him to stuff him full of his fingers.

"d-daddy, deeper please, I want to feel you inside me. your tongue feels so good on my pussy." Marius pleaded but his pleas fell onto deaf ears as Dominic continued to tease him.

"look at you baby, so tight and ready for daddy, if you were a girl I'm sure you'll be dripping by now." Dominic cooed, still continuing to vibrate inside Marius, “i’m so lucky to have you as my fuck toy.”

“i’m lucky to have you as my daddy.” Marius groaned as he pushed backwards against Dominic.

“well, i’m gonna make you enjoy yourself tonight.” Dominic promised, “i’m going to ruin you for everyone else.”

[amagoner]

they find you in their jacket (with rook, buck and bandit)

idkifeltlikewritingathingsohereitisokbye

Rook sighs heavy while he jams his key into the lock of the door. The sigh perfectly embodies how Julien feels, heavy. He expected to have gotten home two days ago after field training was done. But the operators were called into action, on the last day of training no less.

None of that matter now though, he was home and that was all he wanted at the moment. He leans his shoulder against the door to open it and step inside. Standing in the hallway for a second, he sighs again.

Julien sets down his duffle bag on the ground, trying to be quiet knowing that you will already be asleep. He shrugs of his jacket while toeing at his boots, kicking everything in a corner of the hallway. He’ll clean it up tomorrow.

Walking into the living room he spots a large mountain of pillows and blankets with two legs sticking out. He walks over the couch and chuckles. Of course you fell asleep waiting for him.

God, you’re cute rolled up on one side, almost completely disappearing in one one of his large, warm jackets. His Jacket. He almost groans. Did you really choose for an extra layer over your top instead of putting on some pants. Julien sits down next to you, softly stroking some hair out of your face.

‘Mon chou,’ he leans in to whisper in your ear. ‘Wake up my love. You should be sleeping in bed, not on the couch.’ You start to rouse, rubbing your sleeve covered hands across your face. ‘Julien?’ You reach up to pull his face toward you, showering him with butterfly kisses. ‘I was waiting for you.’

Julien chuckles. ‘Je sais, mon amour.’ He looks at you lovingly, running a hand up and down your arm. ‘Were you cold?’ You nod.

‘You know,’ leans down to whisper against you neck, his hand gliding down your arm past your middle, your hips, to rub you exposes thigh. ‘Maybe next time,’ you mewl as his hand reaches behind you, squeezing one of you buns. ‘You should wear some pants.’

Sebastien huffs and straightens his back, hands on his hips, a light frown playing on his face. ‘The fuck did i put...’ His words trails of, racking a hand through his hair.

He makes his way through the house again, going back to the bedroom where he had initially started his search.

He spends the next 10 minutes going through your shared closet and drawers again, when he hears the front door open and close. ‘Boo?’ You call up the stairs. ‘I’m back.’ ‘Hey babe’ He calls back, scratching his beard. He makes his way down stairs to help you unpack the groceries. And maybe ask if you had seen his jacket.

On his way through  the hallway he picks up the heavy bag you had left there, rounds the corner into to the living room.

‘Baby, did you happen to know where my jacket is. I seem to have misplaced...’ Buck stops in his tracks, as you look at him from where you stand in the kitchen. You smile shyly at him and he can’t help but smile back.

‘You have your own jacket, you know.’ he puts the bag he is holding down on the dinner table and walks over to you. ‘I know,’ you whine playfully, grabbing his hands as he reaches to try and zip you out of his jacket. ‘But yours is so much nicer.’ Sebastien chuckles against your temple. ‘Just tell me next time you take it.’

Slowly drifting back to consciousness Dominic turns his face away for the harsh morning light streaming in through the half open curtains. He groans, dragging a hand across his face and cracks open an eye. He can’t but smile when he looks at your side of the bed. The sheets in disarray and the pillows clearly slept on. Dominic sighs contently while sitting up and pushes himself out of bed, searching for a pair of pants or some other piece of clothing.

He would never admit it in front of his colleagues but he missed you while he was away for a long time. After a full week of field training he was ready to get back to you know. But no, some smuck had to got get kidnapped and he and some other operators were called into action. But a job was a job and he had a hard time saying no to Six.

And so he found himself stumbling into your apartment late last night, or early in to morning….whatever. Grumbling something about terrorists and their timing. He was tired and in desperate need of a hot shower. Instead of taking a shower he ended up doing something completely different that was only going to end up making more tired, sweaty and probably sore in the morning. He didn’t care though, you were just to good to him.

Whistling to himself Bandit makes his way through the apartment, he smells eggs and beelines for the kitchen knowing that that is where you are. Dominic spots you and leans against the wall wondering what god he needs to thank for the blessing that was bestowed on him this morning. He eyes you for a good 10 seconds before you notice him. You sort of half turn, not wanting to abandon you pan of eggs. ‘What’s up?’

Somehow he pulls his eyes from you butt. Just panties and one of his jackets, what were you thinking? Dom smiles at the question. ‘Just marveling over the view.’ He pushes away from the wall and walks over to stand behind you. You squeak as he pushes his hands under the jacket. ‘One day you will be the death of me’ he groans against your neck.

[readerimagines]

can u write more bandit/reader.... that other one was so good and you wrote him perfectly u_u

It was just a long and absolutely boring turn for the man that had to drive around checking that the zone of Berlin that he had to take care of was calm. They chose him to do that job, with his experience in special public order he was such a precious operator in their squad. The point is that yes, it was too calm. With that temperature it was hard even to breath and only tourists were around at that time. For a place like Berlin, that has barely seen 30 degrees in summer, that sudden wave of terrible heat was so unexpected and destructive for the mood of the local people, used to cold air and not always too bright weathers. He adjusted his gear and hopped down the car to stop near the square and enjoy his break. Luckily a recent directive from “above” allowed them to wear something more casual, a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, both black to give it a somehow professional look, even though it was quite evident that it was a momentary set of clothing for circumstances like that, where anyone could even pass out from the high temperatures. He almost drank all the water in the little bottle, so he bought another one and, exiting the store, he noticed an apparently worried figure on a bench at the bus stop.

“ Sprichst du Deutsch?“He asked the girl, scaring her for the sudden speech that woke her up from her research for something in her bag, while she kept a luggage under her legs with a strange agitation. She raised her head to look at him and tilted it, confused. “Oh, Sir, did I do anything wrong? “The young woman asked panicking internally. “Have you lost something? “He then asked, receiving the answer to his previous question with her English reply. “Ah… Is it so obvious? “ She asked with a trembling voice, caused by her terrible embarrassment. “Actually yes, I must have dropped my purse somewhere and… Well, I can’t find that bloody thing! I’ve bumped onto someone while exiting the metro and now I’m without my ID, money and tickets and the damn keys to get back at the apartment I should live in… “The man massaged his temples with a hand and sighed with a slightly amused smile. “Isn’t it an universal not-said rule that you should hold your bag close to your body when you ride public vehicles? “ He asked jokingly, at least he found something to do in a boring, scorching day like that. “Well, yes, but… yes, I’m kind of distracted, but it’s okay, I can… Um… I can ask a friend to stay at their place, really! “ Y/n said, trying to appear like she had everything under control. “Well, you may give me the address so I can drive you there, then. Without a ticket you can’t ride anything and as you said, you don’t have any money either, with you. Am I right? “Was he trying to make her bury herself in embarrassment? Was it so obvious the fact that she just kicked herself out her own apartment and had no way to get in it, since it was her first day in Berlin and didn’t remember the address? Because yes, she wrote it down in a piece of paper inside that magic purse and thought that cleaning the phone memory was a good thing before going in a place she had never been in, deleting all the informations she needed to get at least at home.And yes, it was quite a weird day. “I… I don’t remember it, let me call her a second! “She said laughing nervously while calling her friend that, not knowing that she went there in Berlin a day before, turned off the phone because of some things she had to do. Y/n just grunted in frustration and turned back to the officer that was watching the scene laughing silently. “Let’s go check in the Metro’s offices, okay? Maybe someone returned it. “He offered and this time the other didn’t have any choices at her side.

It was weird, she was in a car with an officer that, let’s be honest, was quite a sight, that was just driving comfortably speaking trough the radio to a coworker that, as she could pick up through the German not-too-familiar language, was called… Jäger? Was it a real name? And… Bandit? What did she get herself into? As he closed the conversation with his fellow worker, he leaned his attenction back to her.“So, my coworker said that there at the Metro someone in fact brought a purse, but another agent has it and you will probably not see it until tomorrow, since she got a red code outside the city and didn’t get back at the station to go directly to take care of that. We need to see what to do with you since you could even be some kind of undercover terrorist or whatever. Let’s check if a everything is okay, ja? “He asked, even if it sounded more like a warning, while he parked the car and pulled out the digital database every officer kept during their roams around the city, starting to ask for her informations again, to check that at least in photo she could resemble the person described on the screen. “Well, it appears that even your fingerprints correspond to the ones here, so… I guess we’ll have to wait until tomorrow. “She nodded and sighed tiredly, looking away. “Where will I stay tonight, though? It’s not like I have any money or anything, so… Do you know a place where I can pass the night? “Her concern filled her words as she rubbed one of her eyes. “Try to sleep a bit now. I can do another trip around my zone before we get back at the station. I’ll see if anyone has an extra room at home. I’d let you sleep in a cell too, but that doesn’t look too nice and you look already scary enough with those dark circles and sweat all around the place. “ He was joking, but it hurt a bit, inside her mind. Not for the joke itself, but because she felt horrifying too, after hours of trip, stressed for the whole day and tormented by the high temperatures. It’s like the universe took her “what else could be wrong” as a challenge, when she started the day by getting on the train in public with her trousers inside out without even realizing. She just nodded and yawned covering her mouth, before falling rapidly asleep, with the police man turning the air conditioning in the car on, low, to keep them both cool and not evaporate with the sweat. ___

She somehow felt it would have ended like that, all the cards were on the table for her to see that she had no options: She should have slept at that agent’s place. It was so awkward, but at least she had her luggage and didn’t have to stink for any longer, but one problem was towering between her and her beloved shower. “I’m sleeping on the sofa, stop it. You need to rest properly. “The man insisted taking some covers for the night, just to make the sofa a little less hard. “I insist, please! I’ve alredy taken all your time and made your work hard, at least sleep decently! What if you don’t sleep well enough and you fall asleep at work? “ She said looking at him, the humiliation of stealing his bed after all he has done for her was too much for her to take. He turnes to face her, raising a brow while he ruffed his blond hair to let it breathe, after a day with the helmet on. “Who said I have to work tomorrow? And I’m not so soft that I can’t afford a day of work just because I didn’t sleep. Anyway, I’m Dominic, if you don’t stop whining about my bed it won’t be a pleasure to meet me and I’ll just let you sleep in a cell. “She sighed, puffing her cheeks for a second. “Well, thank you then! “ She finally gave up, looking around, trying to feel more comfortable in that situation. “Good, go take a shower or I’ll have to burn the blankets tomorrow. “He placed a hand on her shoulder and showed her the bathroom door, placing a towel in her arms.

Half an hour after, the woman was outside the bathroom with some clean clothes and a more acceptable aspect, at least she looked more relaxed than before, that had the face of a person on the verge of a breakdown. A delicious smell was the first thing that reached her nose when she walked into the hall, towards the small kitchen. “Woah, what are you cooking? ““I hope you’re not vegetarian. Meatballs and some salad. Nothing special, but I don’t feel like eating too much. “ The man explained turning off the stove and mixing the bowl’s content. “If you’re still hungry there is some garlic bread in the cupboard. Just take it and eat. “Y/n watched him curiously. Why was him so nice? Maybe it was because of some sort of sense of duty, but that Jäger, Marius as she learnt he was called at the station, offered to help too and Dominic just took her at his own place instead. That made her laugh a bit internally, but didn’t say anything. “Okay, thank you again, really.” She replied with a smile, stealing a meatball with his permission. ___

“So… How long did you say you will stay here in Berlin? “ The blond asked rubbing his face with his hands, trying to wake up a bit. “Actually… I’m here to find a job and if I see I can live here I’d like to… just stay here. “ They were awake from probably ten minutes and Dominic looked absolutely, stunningly terrifying. Not that he wasn’t handsome or anything, is just that he was the opposite of a morning person, with that grumpy face and groans he let out when he popped his bones stretching. She offered to make coffee and this time he was the one letting it go and accepting it.

-‘I’ve left you my bed after all. You owe me one. ‘ That’s what he said with his low pitched voice in a murmur, between yawns. -

“I see… Take this. And try not to lose it, thank you. “He took her phone and unlocked it by placing her finger on the button as she usually did, gaining a gasp from her.

“Wha-““Shut it a second, do you always complain like this? “ He scoffed the girl that just blushed and rolled her eyes. To be a police man he really was annoying! But, she had to admit that it was… fun. The athmosfere between them was so friendly and relaxed that she could almost get used to it… Not even the time to realize what actually happened that he placed her phone back in her hands.

“There you go. If you need anything, just call. If I have the time and the will, I’ll try to help. Don’t call Jäger, he’s an ass. “

She laughed and he stared at her for a second, smiling slightly. “Before going to take your purse back, do you want to have lunch together? I’m paying. Plus, without your money I can’t see how you can do it yourself, so, Ja, I’m doing it. Objections? “She smiled and poured them a nice cup of milk and coffee, shaking her head. “No, Sir. ““Good, or-““You’ll let me sleep in the cell, yeah, yeah.” She interrupted him, mocking that little joke he tormented her with, the day before, causing him to snort slightly.

(I know it’s not exactly a BanditxReader, but… YET! I got this idea and thought it could be cute, above all because it’s an evident start of something. May write a sequel one day, just to make it more clear, but yeah, I wanted to create this kind of affectionate but fun atmosphere with them teasing each other and stealing glances or smiles just because they have a sympathy for each other that they don’t have with others that later on can develop in something more! I hope you like it and feel free to ask again for something more specific if you want! )

[rainbow6siege-imagines]

[ GSG9 Boys ]

[ How They Act in A Relationship ]

Hey guys, Mod Mute here with my first post to this blog. I’m still figuring out how I’m going to be formatting my posts and stuff, so apologies if I end up reposting this or something like that. 

Anyways, on to the small snippets! I’ve based this off of their canon profiles and a lil bit on their voice lines as well. Hope you like it. :) 

Jäger - Streicher can be considered a troubling significant other at times, especially when he gets full of himself. He may be stubborn and prideful every now and then, but he will definitely hold you to a very high status (I mean, you’re in a relationship with him, and that is not an easy feat that anyone can accomplish). He likes to be the one to plan your dates and surprise you, and he can’t help but get smug when you’re amazed by his choices. He gets easily jealous, by the way, so be ready to deal with a huffy Streicher if you happen to get too friendly with any of the other guys.

Oh, and remember to be patient when you’re trying to indirectly tell him something; he’s a little bit oblivious to things. 

Bandit - Brunsmeier isn’t really one that’s big on fluffy romance like cuddling or hand-holding. He’ll show his love to you by picking on you and, weirdly enough, acting like a smug cat. (You know those friendships where you softcore, mutually bully each other? It’s like that but in a romantic relationship.) He has random spurts of needing excessive amounts of affection, and he will not leave you alone until he is satisfied. And at other times, he’s a lazy bum that doesn’t want to do anything other than laze around and tinker with his toys. You can easily distract him with a kiss though! He may not show it, but he cares very much for you and will protect you from literally anything he can.

Like Streicher, Brunsmeier gets jealous. But instead of complaining to you like Steicher, he’ll show you his frustrations in other ways. ;)

Blitz - Kötz is a very affectionate person and will go above and beyond for you. If you like puppy love, this is the guy for you! He loves to make you laugh and enjoys it when both of you are able to have fun. When you two are alone/when appropriate, he will hold you in his arms and rest his chin on yours. Fluff time is all the time with this guy. He constantly showers you in compliments, but becomes bashful when you do the same to him. He also wants to be with you every second possible! If you’re away for whatever reason, he will for sure keep in touch through texts and calls.  Kötz trusts you very, very much, so he doesn’t get as jealous the other two boys do.

You’ll randomly get small presents from Blitz, like chocolate or pastries. Where he gets them, you don’t know.

[kind-wolf]

😍

I’m not sure if you’re still doing the follower game or if there is a cut off date but if you are would you do 💖💫⚡️for Kapkan or Bandit? (I haven’t seen you write for him yet I think?) thank you! hope you are having a good day!

✨ Solari Says: GUESS WHO'S BACK BABY?! It's been far too long and I finally got my internet going in my portion of the house, so here I am posting again! I've written for Bandit before, but it was awhile ago. I hope you enjoy!

🛑 WARNINGS: Mentions of drugs and high intensity operations, (slight) mental health topics. 🛑

gif credit to the OP.

MORE BANDIT | MORE R6S | > MASTERLIST < |

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Dominic is one of the funniest people that you would come to meet. And not in a conventional way either, really, his sense of humor and sarcasm is not something just anyone can handle. So the fact that it didn't bother you, that you embraced it so easily means so much to him. It's been quite some time since Dominic got to be himself, and finally being able to is something he holds highly.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He's honestly not the cleanest of the GSG9, but he's not the worst. He has little things out--laundry hanging out of the basket, a couple water bottles on tables, a couple dishes in the sink, a couple things expired by a few days in the fridge. However, he's willing to sharpen up if he were to find the one. Settling down isn't something he's rushing, but it's definitely not out of the question should he find someone worth settling down for.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He feels completely fine with commitment after a couple of cautious speed bumps. He wants to vet out the individual if he feels like settling with them. Make sure they can handle his current job in Rainbow, the heavy history about being undercover, and the toll it took on his mentality (he's coping, he's found ways to do it, but it's more of making sure his s/o can handle it.)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Surprisingly. Dominic has spent most of his time running and hiding, being someone that he wasn't meant to be. Which mostly equates to him being a bit of a hard ass. So him finding something worth holding onto, he doesn't want to lose it. He's open and gentle, the truth the only thing on the table.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Yes, absolutely. Dominic will not object to a good hug from the right people, it grounds him much more than he would ever admit. Knowing that people care enough about him is something he treasures. So a hug from him is strong when casual, but when it's something right after a heart-to-heart, it lasts a long time. Almost like it's a final one, even though you know it never will be.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I don't think that Dominic gets jealous, but more insecure? He asks who said person you're speaking to is, and that's about it. It's more to reassure himself that you aren't leaving, a gentle reminder that he isn't going to lose you to someone else.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are sweet, and usually not just in one place. Your head, your hands, your lips, Dominic will not object to any sort of physical affection. He loves it when you're the same way with him, too.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Not at all. He learned to control his temper. He had to be resourceful during his operations in order to stay alive, and that means being calm and calculated in his choices.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Dominic's memory is not something to be underestimated. Be careful mentioning things that you want or need, he'll pass it off as something he wouldn't remember but sometime down the line he'll pull the card.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

How easily you accepted him. Sitting down in your apartment, with a movie in the background, while he speaks about his time undercover. His time in Rainbow, his family, the things he has to endure due to all the weight put onto his shoulders. It may have been before you got together, much before that, but it's something that he believed paved the way to what you both were bound to have.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Dominic is pretty protective in the right times. It's not a constant, he knows that you can handle yourself, but if he sees that you're in visible distress it's all hands on deck. And lord knows what he'd be willing to do. When it comes to Dominic and his demons, though, he doesn't expect much from you--and not because of his low expectations. He just knows that sometimes, it can be too much. So when you sit down and comfort him, talk him through the little things that whisper in his head, he's always pleasantly surprised and that much more in love.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

God, Dominic tries so hard to make you happy. It seems like he always goes whole nine in everything he does for you. All a part of the fact that he doesn't want to lose the connection he has.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He likes spooning. Knowing that you're there helps him sleep.

⚡ 4 HOBBIES DOMINIC SHARES WITH YOU ARE:

He enjoys days in. Watching movies, talking about nonsense while he holds you either in bed or on the sofa. He doesn't mind the peaceful quiet either, if you were to just scroll on your phone.

However, he does enjoy small trips. You hop on the back of his bike, take a ride along the coastline, enjoying the outside world and the sunset that you're both bound to see.

He likes doing work on his bike. It's lasted him some time, serving as a constant reminder of the person he's trying to avoid being. So he works on it, much like he works on himself--and it just makes it all the more heartwarming when you request to sit with him. Even if it's just passing the tools, the fact that you want to be involved means a lot.

He loves cooking for you. It's mostly because he loves doing things that make you happy, so surprising you with a meal at home is on the table.

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[angelaiswriting]

The Contest (1 of 7) | some R6S guys x fem!reader

✏️ Pairing: Bandit / Blitz / Glaz / Jäger / Tachanka x fem!reader

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

✏️ A/N: I... ehm, am a hoe, whoops 🙊 y’all, enjoy! Thank you, Alice, for always having great dreams and for letting me write about this. 🥰 The first actual part is coming soon, I just want to write a bit more of part four to avoid dishing everything out now and making you wait for the rest.

✏️ Warnings: nothing yet, but still 18+ only for sexual themes (oral sex f/r) being discussed.

✏️ Word-count: 1,937

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

THE CONTEST  |  >> part two: elias >>

When Y/N entered the lounge room, the conversation was already flowing and as she was already tired from the testosterone-filled day spent at the practically almost empty base, she didn’t make much of an effort to join it. She simply reached the alcohol cabinet, poured herself some whiskey, and sat down in one of the empty armchairs, ready to allow her drink and her friends’ voices in the background to fully relax her.

The day she had ahead was another one of those boring days. She was base-bound for the time being: other teams had been sent on various missions and only a bunch of operators had been left behind “on hold”. It wasn’t that bad: it meant having some days off, but those days often felt way too long and their emptiness brought up a heavy boredom she didn’t always know how to banish.

Her head had just leaned back against the cool faux leather of the armchair when her ears picked up bits of the conversation the boys were having and her eyebrows furrowed.

“Eating pussy is not a hobby,” Glaz was saying matter-of-factly.

Y/N’s eyes shot open, and the sip of whiskey that was halfway down her throat almost choked her.

“That’s something someone who doesn’t know how to eat pussy would say,” was Dominic’s reply. His eyebrows were knitted together and his lips almost pursed in disbelief at what his friend had just said. But then, when his gaze swept over and settled on Y/N, sitting right opposite him with the low coffee table separating them, his expression relaxed and his free hand, the one not holding his beer, came up to stroke his beard. “Have you ever eaten pussy so good you start considering learning how to breathe out of your ears?” he said and although he wasn’t talking directly to her, he was talking about her. He had told her just that a couple of weeks ago; he had groaned those words right against the chafed and tender skin of her inner thighs as she was still shivering with the aftershocks of her umpteenth orgasm, and she had breathlessly chuckled out loud at the mental picture that concept had painted in her mind.

At that, Marius laughed, a sound right from deep down his throat as Elias coughed in the attempt not to choke on his own drink. “You know no discretion.”

“Of course not! This motherfucker just said eating pussy can’t be considered a hobby!” Burning with disbelief, Dominic took a long sip of his beer and as he did so, he settled better in his armchair and allowed his ankles to cross as he rested his feet on the coffee table. “You learn how to eat delicious, juicy pussy, Glazkov,” he continued, the corners of his mouth curling upwards, “and then we’ll see if you still don’t change your mind.”

Timur groaned something in Russian and Alex cackled next to him. “I already know how to eat pussy, Christ. I bet I’m even better than you at it. You’re just boasting, but it’s all smoke in the eyes.”

Alexsandr proclaimed his agreement with a raise of his drink and before Dominic had the time to speak again, Y/N intervened, hoping to put an end to the discussion.

“Are you guys really arguing about your oral skills?” she scoffed, pulling her knees closer as her head leaned back against the headrest of the armchair. “How old are you, fifteen?”

“Listen, you know I’m right.” Dominic’s insistence threatened to make her smile, but hiding it was easy behind the rim of her tumbler. “You have to get down eye-level with your woman’s pussy and give it your fucking best. If you don’t go down on her like that’s the best thing you’ll ever do in your days, then you better leave the room to the pro.”

“Who, you?” Marius scoffed, eyeing his friend up and down before rolling his eyes at his Well, yeah, of course.

“Oh, fuck off. What are you, the self-proclaimed Cunnilingus Lord?”

“I don’t see anyone else worthy of that title here, so yeah, sure.”

There was a sudden uproar of “You clearly haven’t seen my women with me between their legs,” and “I’m sure you don’t even know where the clit is,” until Glaz’s voice seemed to drown out the others.

“You’re so full of bullshit, Brunsmeier.”

“I won’t let a child with his mom’s milk still on his upper lip insult me!” And while everyone’s words felt heavy and tense in the silence of the base, they all knew it was just a way to tease each other in the vain attempt to liven things up in these days’ placidity. Maybe an impromptu fight was just what they needed to have some fun.

But then, as Timur and Dominic stared each other down, Y/N’s soft laughter catalyzed the men’s attention onto something else. “I can’t believe you’re really about to fight over this. Why don’t you just sit in a circle and jerk each other off? The tension in here is palpable. When was the last time y’all had an orgasm?” She smirked and when she turned and caught Alex’s almost-shocked facial expression, something she never thought she’d one day see at the mention of sex, she chuckled some more. “You should place bets, and then come back and see who’s actually the best. The winner wins the money and the title of Cunnilingus Lord.” It was a joke, one she didn’t think would have a follow-up.

Silence ensued, and she would swear she could hear their brains work at maximum capacity as they mulled over her words. She knew how filthy-mouthed and filthy-minded these men could be — and she had spent more time with them than she had ever done before the past week — but it was still somewhat surprising to catch them red-handed as they fought about who had it bigger — or, in this case, who ate pussy out the best.

“What about a contest?” was Alexsandr’s proposal. He was sitting with his legs spread open and his hands in-between them, still holding onto his shot glass.

Everyone seemed to agree on his proposal and for a moment, as they spoke their minds, Y/N let her eyes close once more: if they wanted to challenge each other to a stupid contest, let them. The peace didn’t last long, though, because at some point, just as she was contemplating a nice bath instead of a shower before hitting the sack, someone called her name, and her eyes shot open just in time to see Dominic’s mischievous grin before it disappeared for good.

“I was saying,” he spoke up again, voice slow and measured as his feet came to rest on the floor and his legs spread a little wider, catching her eye, “that you would make an excellent judge.”

“And a partial one,” complained Marius, to which Dominic complained with a But she loves getting head! “We all know you two spend more time in the same bed than you do in separate rooms.”

She scoffed at that, more annoyed at the thought that someone would think she’d make someone else win on purpose than she was at the fact that she had just been brought into such a game. “Just because I’ve seen his dick more than I’ve seen yours doesn’t mean I don’t know how to judge good oral skills.” She frowned.

“It’s settled then.” Timur was grinning and his eyes seemed to twinkle under the lights of the room. “We eat you out, and you proclaim the winner.”

“Slow down, I never said I’d participate in your silly game.”

“But you also didn’t seem that opposed to it a second ago,” Dominic remarked. He was smirking again, and she knew he had something in mind. “You make the rules, and drop out if things start getting uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, no hard feelings,” Elias smiled, trying to look more innocent than she knew he was. “We care about you; you know we’d never push anything that could cause you discomfort.”

She eyed them all, one after the other, pondering the pros and cons of having these five men’s faces between her legs and not because of some chokehold during training. She had no problem saying yes to Dominic — she had been saying yes to him for longer than she could actually recall, and he had never disappointed. But it still felt rather weird to know that while it was just sex and they weren’t exclusive, that man was okay with that. He knew how to be possessive, but he wasn’t exactly jealous, and although they had never talked about it, she had never thought of him as someone who would share so willingly.

Unless his ego was at stake, though, apparently.

“There won’t be any dick involved,” she decided eventually. “I don’t know about clothes yet, but if I say you must keep them on, you will keep them on, understood?”

There followed a chorus of Yes, Ma’am and although her body relaxed against the leather of her armchair, she found herself squeezing her thighs together.

“No toys allowed, but fingers are fair game,” she added. “Scratch that, their use is highly encouraged. We can do it anywhere you want as long as it’s somewhere private. But absolutely no exhibitionism: there’s only going to be me and one of you in the room at a time. Only one person in a day, for God’s sake, I have other things to do other than being the judge for your stupid game.”

“Deal,” was Elias and Timur’s rushed reply and they exchanged a look at the simultaneity of the action.

“I’m not done,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “I’d say the rule is only one orgasm per participant but if you’re good at it — and you’ll understand it from my reaction —, you have free reign to give me another.” It was a plain attempt at riling Dominic up because it had been clear, just a few moments ago, that he thought he was the best, la crème de la fucking crème when it came to giving head to a woman, and a sick part of her wished she could be able to challenge him that tad bit more. “I don’t care about the order you decide to follow, that’s your business. I’d just like for you to let me know at least the day prior, so that if I’m busy with something Rainbow, we can reschedule.” She sat back for a moment, thinking of something else to add, but she came up empty-ended. “Now, if you accept these rules, you’re in, otherwise forget about getting close to my pussy.”

They all agreed, and they all promised they’d be good boys and behave.

“What’s the final prize?” Alexsandr inquired after a while, almost absent-mindedly.

“The knowledge that the winner is the best in this room at eating pussy? I thought that would be enough,” she laughed. “You can bet real money, that’s your business. But,” and she stared right in Dominic’s eyes as she prepared herself for what was to leave her lips, “another go between my legs could be put up for grabs.”

Dominic’s That’s out of discussion! put the others’ exclamations of jubilee to silence. “You go down on her only once, you fuckers. That’s it.”

Her grin at his reaction only widened when Timur spoke up again.

“What are you worried about?” And then, to the others, barely holding back his laughter, “Maybe the expert isn’t really that great after all.”

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Idk if it sent the first time so I’m trying again lol

Can we get a Bandit/Reader fic where the reader comforts him after one of his nightmares about his time undercover? I think he deserves someone to love and care for him <:3

thank the stars you tried a second time bc there was nothing for bandit in my inbox until you sent this in. thank you for requesting tho! i love bandit’s backstory a lot, so getting to write something like this has always been on my to-do list ^-^

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Bandit x Reader: Night Terrors

Trigger Warnings: angst with a happy ending, night terrors, self-hatred, comfort/hurt, mentions of a notorious biker gang, death

Night terrors were no new thing to Dominic, as he felt he had some sick deal with the Devil after he gave up a part of his soul to stay safe while undercover. The amount of things he did and had to do were the worst you could imagine, and he absolutely hated it. He wished he could make the flooding of those awful memories he sometimes got randomly in the night stop, but he knew he would never get that chance. And once he started dating you, it felt like they only ever got worse and worse. Dominic would always refuse to cuddle you or fall asleep next to you, as his terri’s never really stopped. It was awful, and he didn’t want you to see him like that. You were just a civilian, oblivious to the threats around them, and you never needed to learn of his past double life.

But you insisted, even crying over it because you just wanted to hold him like you had always seen other people hold their partners. And after all that, Dominic caved and decided to let you be with him in his bed for once. The German, who reinforced a wall that was already so impenetrable, let a single butterfly through. You were nuzzled up against him, gently stroking his hair and kissing his neck. Dominic sighed softly, closing his eyes a bit as he began to feel a bit drowsy. “Hey, Dominic?” you ask softly. Regaining his attention, he opened his eyes to look at you, “What is it?” he asked sharply. “Um…I love you…” you say softly. That was the first time either of you ever said those three words to one another at all, and it warmed Dominic’s uneasy heart. He just gave you a slow nod, before then falling asleep.

Dominic, at first, wasn’t restless. His dream, or possible night terror, wasn’t so bad just yet. He saw himself walking down the streets where the Hannover Chapter of the Hells Angels usually met, and he looked down at himself. Dominic was fully dressed in the same attire he usually wore when he was with them, and now he was convinced he was just reliving a memory in his dreamscape. As he walked further and further down the street, he turned to walk into an alleyway and met up with them. It was once he turned the corner where Dominic realized the memory he was currently living.

Dominic was about to kill a man that tried to stop an operation they were doing in the city.

The man in front of him was covered in his own blood, wheezing softly as they held him up. “Finally you’re here! Took you fucking long enough, now hurry up and put this man out of his misery.” one of the men holding him up said. Dominic nodded and walked over to a table nearby, grabbing a gun and loading it. The bloodied man began wheezing more, panicking as he was about to have his life abruptly taken from him by a man who was only doing it to take down this whole operation. Dominic then stood right in front of the man and aimed the pistol right at his face. “P-Please…” the man whimpered, staring up at him with his one good eye.

Dominic sighed and just shook his head, staring down at the man. Though his face was stone cold, his eyes held a pitiful warmth that he’d hoped would guide the man to wherever he would end up. He then clicked off the safety, causing the man to struggle more, then pulled the trigger. Upon the sound of the gunshot ringing out, Dominic woke up and sat up quickly. He put a hand to his chest, panting heavily as he needed to feel like he was himself in his current state. He turned to his side and then saw you staring at him with a worried expression on your face. “Dominic…” you say softly. “I-I’m sorry…I told you this was a bad idea…” Dominic said.

He got himself out of bed and walked towards the kitchen, with you following right behind him. “Dominic, you need to tell me what’s wrong…what did you see in your dreams..?” you ask, grabbing his wrist tightly enough to get him to stop walking, but gently enough to where it was more reassuring. “I…before I joined Rainbow, I was undercover in 2010. I did terrible things in my time, and sure, it got me where I am now, but I wish I never did those things.” Dominic said. “What kind of things..?” you ask softly. “ Anything terrible you could think of, I did most of it.”

Your eyes went wide, but not out of fear, out of pure shock. Dominic was in an organization where that was something he had ti do against enemy forces. But against innocent civilians? You couldn’t even begin to imagine the horrors that plagues his mind. You always had a feeling that the slight goofiness he put up was just a front, and you seemingly found yourself being the one thing that broke through. “You can break up with me if you want, it’s fine…” Dominic suddenly said, breaking the silence between you two. “Dom,” you say, now gently bringing him in for a hug, “I’m not breaking up with you over keeping that a secret. You were doing it to protect me, and I can understand that. But you can’t just bottle your emotions away. We’re partners, we should always be able to tell each other how we’re feeling. I’m not leaving you.”

Dominic sighed, holding onto you tightly. He was shaking like a leaf, terrified of opening up to you about the amount of things he did. “You don’t need to tell me now, but you can tell me when you’re ready. I love you, Dominic.” you reassure, gently rubbing circles into his back. “I love you too, Y/N…I’m so sorry…” he apologized. “Don’t be sorry, you don’t have any reason to be. I would have wished you told me sooner, but things take their time. If anyone should be sorry, it’s me.” you say. Dominic pulled away from your embrace, giving you a confused look, “But why?” he asked. “I was the one who insisted on sleeping next to you.” you say bluntly.

Dominic’s expression softened, bringing a hand up to gently caress your face, “Liebling, don’t worry about all that…you just wanted to spend more time with me a bit more intimately. I should have at least tried a bit more, rather than push you away.” he said. “I just…feel bad about it. Maybe I should’ve been a bit gentler…” you say sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. “Well…let me just drink some water before we go back to bed.” Dominic said, now walking away from you so he could get a glass of water. “If you wake up again, please be sure to wake me up as well. I want to help calm you down and comfort you when you have another night terror.” you say.

Dominic gave you a smile after drinking some water, cleaning his cup before then going and giving you a kiss on the forehead. You smiled, and the two of you went back to his room to sleep. Going under the sheets together, you had Dominic actually be the little spoon for once, and gently helped put him to sleep with words of reassurance and kisses. “Ich liebe dich…” Dominic mumbled sleepily. You let out a soft laugh, smiling, “I love you too.” you say, kissing the back of his neck before you both drifted off to sleep.

[wastedr00k]

bandit x blitz | kinktober [ smut ]

this was long overdue too, sorry

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Titfucking /  Sthenolagnia (Strength/Muscles)

“yeah baby, come on i know you can squeeze your tits tighter.” Dominic cooed as he traced the tips of his fingers along Elias’s jawline, his hips thrusting between Elias’s beefy chest.

“i don’t have tits..” Elias mumbled as he kept his eyes gazing away from his boyfriend, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around his waist as his biceps squeezes his pectoral together but as Dominic calls them, tits.

“keep lying to yourself baby boy, you know how fucking sexy you look when you wear a tight shirt, showing off your huge tits for everyone else to see, hhm?” Dominic replied, starting to speed up his thrusts, “but your body is mine, mine to play and do as i will.” his hands reaching down to grope his boyfriend’s chest muscles, keeping his eyes on Elias as he continued to fondle his body.

Dominic loves admiring Elias’s body, be it by running his hands up and down Elias’s buff arms when the both of them are cuddling or groping his boyfriend’s plum ass when he’s pounding into his boyfriend, his loves keeping his hands on Elias all the time.

and Elias wasn’t much different from Dominic as well, he on the other hand loves to be felt up by Dominic, both in private and in public. feeling his boyfriend’s big and rough hands on his muscles always made him turned on, leaning into Dominic’s embrace and begin grinding his bubble butt against Dominic’s crotch, getting them both of them riled up.

Elias whined as he felt Dominic squeeze his nipples between the pad of his fingers, chest arching up towards his boyfriend’s rough hands, “i want your mouth on my...” Elias trailed off and looked away with his cheeks bright red.

“say it baby, where do you want my mouth?” Dominic groaned and reached back to slowly jerk Elias’s cock off, gripping tightly on the shaft, fingertips grazing past Elias’s balls.

“my.. t- i can’t say it..” 

“hhmm? that’s fine with me, i’ll leave your nipples alone then.”

“no!”

“you gotta tell me where you want me to suck on, baby.” Dominic continued to tease.

“t-tits! i want your mouth on my tits!” Elias babbled, looking away from Dominic who was smirking at him.

“i’ll suck on your tits later,” Dominic growled, “after i cum on your beefy tits, then i’ll lick it off and fuck you slow and deep, you want that baby?”his hips thrusting faster and feeling Elias tighten around his cock.

Elias nodded as he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, ready to drink up Dominic’s cum, eyes locked with Dominic.

“yeah? you like that baby?” Dominic growled, “gonna fuck you so good when i’m done marking your tits with my cum.”

Bondage

“wanna tie you up baby.” Dominic mumbled against the back of Elias’s neck, his hands starting to roam around Elias’s body, pushing his hands under Elias’s shirt and starting to grope and pinch as his boyfriend’s chest.

“what’s this about all of a sudden?” Elias moaned and arched his back, pushing his ass against Dominic’s growing erection and slowly grinding against his boyfriend.

“yeah, wanna tie you up, edge you for hours and tease you till you’re crying. make you take all your favorite dildos in your tight asshole, make sure to stretch you out for my cock, make you my fuck toy for me to use as i please.” Dominic started to verbalize his fantasies out loud to Elias who was already softly moaning.

“i’ll then eat your bubble butt out, spank you and leave my hand prints on you. and once your ass pussy is loose and wet with my saliva, i’ll make you beg for my cock,” Dominic continued and moving his hands down and started to push Elias’s underwear aside and trace his fingers over Elias’s tight pucker, “then when i’m happy with your begging, i’ll push my cock deep into you.”

“please...” Elias moaned out and pushed his ass towards Dominic even more.

“feel that baby?” Dominic cooed as he rubbed the tip of his hard cock against Elias’s hole, making sure to push in by a little only to grind past Elias’s hole, “it’s all for you.”

just when Elias was ready for Dominic to start fucking him, he felt Dominic pull away and let his underwear snap back over his tight hole, making him whine and look back at Dominic and whined, “why did you stop?”

“i’ll only fuck you when you’re tied up, so get up, gonna get you ready to be my fuck toy for today.” Dominic grinned and gave a slap onto Elias’s ass.

Lingerie

as Elias twirled around in front of Dominic, all that was going through Dominic’s head was all the different positions that he’s going to fuck Elias in as he looked at the way that the black garter belt stretched over Elias’s thick and muscular thighs, black lacy panties hugging Elias’s beefy butt topped off with black stockings that went from his toes and covering his knees.

“come here baby.” Dominic purred and he gestured for Elias to come to the chair that he was on to sit on his lap by patting it lightly with his hands, “i wanna see how beautiful and sexy my baby boy looks and feel.”

smiling, Elias slowly walked over and threw his legs over Dominic’s thighs, making sure place his ass directly over Dominic’s already hard cock and slowly grinding against it, “do you like how i look, daddy?” Elias knew how much Dominic loves to hear that word come out from his mouth.

“so fucking slutty, and all for daddy.” Dominic mumbled, hands roaming all over Elias’s muscular body.

“all for you, only for my hot daddy.”

Dominic hummed and reached for his phone, “gonna keep a memory of you in this slutty outfit since i’m gonna rip if off you very soon.” and soon Dominic started to snap away at his boyfriend’s body.

from taking pictures of his hands around Elias’s neck as Elias’s tongue poked out from his mouth, Dominic’s hands around Elias’s cock that was straining against the black lacy panties to a short video of the both of them making out as Elias grinds down onto Dominic as Dominic kept his hands on Elias’s butt, squeezing and teasing Elias’s hole through the thin lace.

“fuck baby, i gotta be inside you, like right now.” Dominic growled and carried Elias up and throwing him onto their bed, “i’m gonna tear that ass apart.”