#Jordan trace

[l3r40l]

By the way Extraction existed

[deleteddewewted]

Do you have any more R6S headcanons. Please 🙏🏻 I’ll take anything atp there’s nothing out there and yours have been sooo good 😘✨

Oral Headcanons: R6S Operator Edition

Doc, Lion, Maverick, Sam Fisher, Thermite

MDNI

W: Gn! Reader, Can be Read as AMAB or AFAB, Oral, Snowballing, Overstimulation, Breeding Kink, Wax play

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Doc

Man eats you out like you're the only thing he ever needs.

Loves the taste of you, of your skin, of the way you shake and moan under him.

Or on top of him. He doesn't care what position you're in, he wants to taste your skin and suck on it.

He loves to leave bite marks on the inner part of your thighs.

Loves it if you don't shave or wax. Something about body hair is attractive to him, so don't try to hide it.

Has such an amazing gag reflex.

He can be tongue deep in you and he's savoring and making sure you feel his tongue move inside you.

Pulls out all the tricks like pushing his fingers in and out from your hole, curling his fingers into you while he has you sit on his face or stand as he kneels below you.

Dont be afraid to pull on his hair or choke him. He loves the lack of oxygen and the pain.

Lion

He's such a pain slut he's begging you to finger his ass and pull on his hair.

Scratch his back as much as you can. He won't mind. He likes knowing that after this there will be traces of what you both did.

Also has an impeccable gag reflex. Fuck the back his throat or just ride him for however long, he's not letting you leave.

Likes to bite and leave hickeys.

Dudes pussy/cock drink and he'll start babbling about the most random shit.

Breeding kink king, he's always talking about getting you pregnant or you getting him pregnant.

Maverick

He knows his bear can sometimes be an issue when he's going down on a partner but he's thrilled that you don't mind it.

Cock/pussy drunk. His eyes roll back the more and more he spends eating you out.

Likes the smell of you, so if he stops moving his mouth or tongue, he's just enjoying the scent of you.

He's also a master at using his hands, rough but it works for fucking you.

His hands are rough and they feel good when he's rubbing your clit/jerking you off and fingering you open.

Nothing beats watching him lap up your cum from your sex and then licking his lips clean.

Likes wax play. He'll light a candle and let the wax drip down on your legs all to just watch you squirm.

Sam

Expert at oral.

Be it that his marriage didn't last, he and his ex wife always had some kinky sex and if you think age would affect that, you're wrong.

He eats you out like you're a full course meal.

Dont be filled by his age. He can still be rough or gentle.

I think because of his work he would lean more to wanting oral to be something relaxed rather than hasty or quick to finish.

He whispers sweet nothing to you as he laps his tongue over and over again.

He's always using his fingers to fuck you open while sucking on your sex.

The man sometimes bites you just to get your attention.

He likes eye contact, he needs you too at him as he eats you out.

Thermite

Man is a fiend for tasting you.

Nasty mf, loves snowballing and spitting on your sex just to go back down on you.

He's licking you, biting you, he wants you and everyone else on base to know that your his.

He's possessive and wants to mark his lover so that everyone knows he's the only one that can give you the best head.

He wishes you'd let him go down on you during field training or missions.

It's risky, but the danger mixed in with the adrenaline makes him hard and he wants to cum while tasting your skin.

Theres no getting him off of you. He wants to see you squirm and overwhelmed.

[clarke-mason]

i miss extraction thermite SO MUCH i will always remember him even tho ubisoft forgot about him smh

[rm14hitman]

Pulse : Miles isn't answering his phone

Ash : I'll call

Thermite : Jack and I both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Castle : Hello ?

[that---one---kid]

Thermite x Neighbor! Reader

Sorry for the long hiatus y'all, I started college and shit has been ROUGH, this story is a bit more raunchy, more of my own fantasies so if you have issues with an older guy or a younger girl I'd sit this one out. And I apologize for the writing. It's kind of all over the place and weirdly written, but it'll get better as I get back into writing. N/N-nickname ex-Megan, meg

It was wrong, Jordan knew that, he didn't need that pestering devil on his shoulder reminding him, but God, did it feel right. Coming home from a long-way mission to his empty house in a quiet, perfectly cookie-cutter suburban neighborhood. An otherwise boring home to come back to, if it wasn't for you.

Summer in Texas isn't usually something to be excited about, but ever since he actually met his neighbors last June, Jordan can't help but fantasize about summer all year long. It started when he came home and actually stayed for a while. Harry had been killed, Deimos was on the loose and Rainbow was in shambles, but for the time being it was disbanded until Gustave, Eliza, Yuniko, Taiana, and himself could figure out what to do with their respective squadron. Stepping out in the morning to get the paper instead of coming home to it being piled up, same with the mail, was strange, and seeing neighbors he'd lived next to for years that he knew nothing about was even stranger. Little did he know, the people across from his house would soon be his favorite neighbors, a nice perfectly cookie-cutter couple, a dad with a high-paying corporate job, a wife who did menial work and spent most of her time gardening or out with friends, a son in his twenty-somethings starting a family close by, and a daughter in her sophomore year of college. Jordan obviously didn't see either of the two kids much, only in passing did he hear of the daughter, Y/N, when your mom would complain about you or praise you, or both.  But summer had rolled around faster than he had noticed since you came home from college.

In hindsight it was a bad idea, weird on his part to even talk to some 19 year old, but, God, were you hard to resist wanting to talk to. Young, smart, full of life and beautiful by all means. Innocent conversations when you'd walk out to your car, small talk when you'd water the front yard turned into longer talks. He knew it was wrong, God, it was wrong, but damn it all if it wasn't worth it.

It started out with him inviting you into his house on a hot day, offering sweet tea to cool off when he caught sight of you on a run.  "Oh, um, yeah, thank you, Mr. Trace." 'Mr. Trace. Jordan always hated being called 'Mr. Trace'. It made him feel old, a reminder he'd rather go without, but something about it coming from your plush lips, your smooth youthful voice made him like it. You take the glass from him, the condensation running down your hand as you bring it up to your mouth, plush lips parting for it, small water droplets falling onto your chest and sliding into your sports bra. Jordan takes a gulp, his mouth having gone dry suddenly as he rips his stare from following any further. You sigh as you finish your tea, flushed face looking at him so sweetly. "Thank you, Mr. Trace. I really appreciate it." The way your tongue darts out to lick your lips and the way you look at him is enough to make him shift uncomfortably in his seat. "Of course, N/N." And that was the beginning of his downfall. He knew it was creepy and bordering-no, WAS, stalking, but he made a point to take note and memorize your running schedule. And like clock work he'd coincidentally be outside to chat with you, either watering his lawn or reading. He didn't only get closer with you, though, he got much closer with your family. "Well, we were planning on going to the beach house in South Carolina for awhile," Your mom says, motioning to your dad. "And we were wondering if you'd be willing to keep an eye on the house while we're gone." Your mom asks almost sheepishly and it takes Jordan by surprise for a moment. "Yeah that shouldn't be a problem, is Y/N going to be gone most of the time? Or going with y'all?" Your mother almost sighs, "No, she has her sports conditioning this summer, but I just don't want her sneaking in her little boyfriend or friends. I know it's short notice but we'll be leaving next week and if you could just shoot me a text if you see anyone who isn't her i'd really appreciate it." Boyfriend? You had never mentioned one. The slight sting of jealousy Jordan feels rising in his stomach is completely unfounded, but not completely foreign to him. The same feeling arising when he'd see you chat with some neighbor boys that seemed to also be home from college. "Of course, it'd be no problem really."

The next day on your run you actually stopped and initiated conversation for once. "I hear you're my new babysitter." You say sarcastically while taking off your headphones. Jordan looks up from his book, his breath briefly catching in his throat as he takes in sight of you. It was an unusually hot day and you were dressed for it. Tinier spandex shorts than normal that perfectly outlined your hips and a tight sports bra contrasted beautifully against your sweat shinned skin that looked more tantalizing than usual. "You don't have to actually watch me, Mr. Trace, I don't know why they treat me like a kid." A slight smile graced your lips, afterall it was somewhat endearing. Jordan peeled his eyes away from your body only to get lost in your face, fantasies running wild as he can't help but do a once over of all of you.  "Aw, it's really no problem. Your mom just told me to keep an eye out for a boyfriend." Jordan teases. Your face turns more red than it already is. "Haha, I wouldn't call him that, but fair enough-" You're cut off when you trip on an uneven pavement while walking up towards jordan. With his cat-like trained reflexes he jumps up from his seat to grab you. Jordan catches you, one hand lands on your lower hip, thumb resting oh-so-close to your bikini lines. His other hand wrapped around your back, pulling you sweat slicked body as close as it could get to him. "You okay?" Jordan says, concern evident in his voice, his mouth so close to your ear that you can feel his hot breath tickle the skin. A shiver runs down your spine and suddenly your knees feel weak and you feel the sudden urge to kiss him. "Uh, yea, sorry." You say somewhat breathlessly. Jordan makes sure you're alright before his brain processes where his hands had just been. "Sorry, I didn't mean to uh," Jordan gestures his hands vaguely towards you. "Oh no! It's totally fine! Sorry I didn't mean to put you in that position." You laugh awkwardly while finding your footing.  Before Jordan could tell you that it was completely fine and that he'd love to let his hands wander your beautifully sculpted body again you were already on your way back to your house. "I'll see you later, Mr. Trace!" You yell before turning back to your jog. Jordan was thankful that you didn't notice the hard on he was sporting, your absence leaving his mind to wander as much as he desired. Turning heel he quickly retreated inside his home to relieve himself.

    Quickly, he walked into his house, shutting the door with urgency behind him. Making his way to his bedroom, he slips off his shoes and unbuckles his pants, shimming them off just enough to slip them half way down his thigh before falling back into bed, releasing his throbbing cock from his boxers. Rough and calloused hands tease the tip of his weeping cock, his thumb swiping over the sensitive tip, smearing his precum with it. Grabbing his length whole, he lets out a shuddering breath. His thoughts wander back to you, the way your skin felt in his touch, soft and smooth. How smooth your toned legs looked, how they would feel wrapped around his waist as he pounded into you. Your pillowy lips spilling out sweet ecstasy as you beg for him to fuck you. Jordan quickened his pace, feeling his pulse in his throat. Imagining what you would look like underneath your tight sports bra, how your perky breasts would look as he slammed you into the mattress as you moaned his name. Thinking back to how you said his name, Mr. Trace, you begging for his cum, the way your flushed face looked and how it would look while you choke on him. Jordan's grip tightened as he released with a soft moan of your name. Lying on his bed he lets his shallow breaths fill the silent room, the sound of rushing blood and his own heartbeat is all he hears. After some time Jordan throws his legs over the side of the bed, sliding off his pants the rest of the way off and walks towards his bathroom. Wiping off his stomach Jordan splashed the warm water in his face, staring at his reflection and sighing. "Ughh, Y/N, you're going to be the death of me."

    The day your parents left came and evening came sooner. Jordan had been pacing patiently waiting for you to get back from swimming at 7. He never paced. You had sent him a text asking him to come over for dinner earlier that day, telling your parents that it was a nice way to thank him for watching over the house and you while they're away, of course your mother agreed, thinking it was a lovely idea. Jordan glances at his phone again, checking the time, 6:42 glared back at him. Groaning, Jordan walked back to his bathroom to stare at himself in the mirror. Looking at his trimmed stubble Jordan fiddles with his hair, despite slicking it back with his usual gel it doesn't seem to want to stay, small hairs falling into his face, finally deciding just to leave it. After swishing mouthwash for the 4th time that night Jordan feels his phone vibrate. Quickly fishing it out of his pocket he reads your message. "Back from swim come over whenever🏊‍♀️" Jordan smiles nervously, God, he felt like he was in high school all over again. Why oh why was he so nervous over this? Taking one last look in the mirror he grabs his phone and sends a quick, "Coming" text. Jordan grabs his keys and heads out the door, hitting a light jog across the street.

Walking up the stairs Jordan takes a deep breath, settling his nerves before knocking twice. The solid wood door feels heavy even as he knocks and it's not before he hears footsteps running downstairs. The door opens quickly, revealing you, a tight tank top, sports shorts and wet hair. Jordan takes a sharp inhale, hiding it with a smile. Your cheery face greets him, the soft smell of chlorine is noticeable even at the distance he's at, not an unpleasant aroma. "Hey! C'mon in!" You say while leading him in, closing the door behind you. Walking through the living room you guide him to the kitchen. "Sorry, I just started making the spaghetti-it's the only thing I really know how to make, haha," Jordan smiles, taking a seat at the bar seats across the kitchen counter. " So what do you survive off of in the dorms?" He asks, feeling somewhat awkward and unsure of what to talk about. "Mostly redbarrens, it's kinda a goated dinner. Especially the supreme pizza." There's more light banter until you declare that the clearly overcooked pasta is done. After serving you both a plate you excuse yourself. "Oh, one second," You say while walking across the kitchen and out of sight into the butlers pantry. "Do you like Pinot Noir or Chianti?" You call out. Jordan stands up, walks over to the kitchen sink area, and rests his back against the counter. "Are you even old enough to drink?" He asks in a playful tone, a smirk pulling at his lips. You pop your head from around the corner, smiling and holding a bottle of wine. "Depends. Are you a snitch?" You say in a half-joking tone. "Do me a favor and grab some glasses from that cabinet closest to you." Jordan does as told and grabs two wine glasses, setting them on the counter. You open the bottle and pour you both a generous glass. "Is this a normal pour back at school?" He asks, half laughing. You smirk, leaning over the counter. "Usually, yeah. It's not common to have such nice wine, I've grown accustomed to Coors banquet." Jordan's eyes trail down your sternum. Eyes half lidded you give him a sly smirk.  "Well, I wouldn't want the food to get cold." You say, grabbing your glass and heading to the kitchen table, Jordan following close behind.

After dinner and a bottle of wine later you're both on the living room sofa, watching some hallmark movie. The wine was really setting in now, a warm fuzzy feeling filling both of you as you sit next to Jordan, feet propped up on the coffee table. You take another sip from your glass, slurring your words slightly as you suddenly sit up, leaning dangerously close to him. "Do you want another glass?" You ask, a small laugh follows. Jordan smiles lazily, feeling the effects of the wine himself. "I think I'm all good, thank you." His voice comes out smooth, it sends chills down your spine.Jordan can't help but look at your parted lips, the alcohol flushing your cheeks and swelling slightly parted your lips. The way you look at him is almost predatory. "Y'know, Mr. Trace," You say, shifting so that you're on your knees facing towards him. Jordan shifts his body slightly to face towards you, his heartbeat beginning to quicken and cheeks feeling impossibly hot. "I've alwaaays thought you looked so gooood when you're doing yard work." You're clearly drunk but Jordan can't bring himself to think of anything other than your pretty words and how your nipples are hard beneath that thin, low cut tank top. "Yeah? You think so?" He says, "Yeeeaah," You smile, putting both your hands on his chest, you push him against the soft cushions, throwing right your leg over his thighs, straddling him you pull your face close to his, lips brushing against his. Jordan's breath hitches at the sudden closeness. "Y/N..."He breathes out. This is wrong. So wrong. But, God, does it feel so good. "I've seen the way you look at me, Jordan," He shudders at your words, his cock growing achingly hard underneath you. Part of him hoped you wouldn't notice and the other part wanted to bend you over the coffee table and destroy you. "We shouldn't.." He says, mentally kicking himself for doing the moral thing. It's too late though because you're already taking off that tight little tank top and jordans grabbing your waist for a heated kiss. You slam your lips into his in a frenzied kiss. Gasping as you pull away wrapping your hands around his neck, standing up you pull him up with you without breaking the kiss. The height difference now an inconvenience, you hitch your leg onto Jordan's waist. Taking this as a sign, Jordan reaches down and grabs your ass, giving it a squeeze before lifting your weight. Jumping up, you wrap your other leg around his waist. Jordan trails his kisses down your neck as you throw your head back in a gasp. "Th-the room around the cornerrr-" You cut yourself off with a whine when Jordan hits the sweet spot on your neck. He readjusts you and carries you to the bedroom. Letting you down, you break the kiss, taking his hand and leading him  to the large, cushy canopy bed. Jordan takes a second to look around. "Is this your parent's room?" He asked while you pull him down into the bed with you. "Don't tell me you want to stop." You pout, saying it so sweetly that it almost absolves him of the sin he's about to commit. As if he could care less.

Jordan quickly rips off his shirt, hastily unbuckling his belt while you slip off your shorts, revealing a lacey red thong that barely covers anything. Jordan's mouth water at the sight. "God, you are a minx." He says, his voice dripping with lust. You bat your eyes at him, "less talky, please," You say, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him back in. Jordans' hands trail down your body, thumbs caressing your lower stomach before trailing lower, hooking them around the hem of your panties. You moan into his mouth, feeling your own desire building in your stomach. "Please, Jordan, I need you," You say breathlessly into the kiss. Jordan groans at your words, feeling his own hardness,  rutting his hips against your clothed cunt, the wetness evident. "You want it, baby.." He asks, pulling away to drink in the sight of you completely undone below him. "Please, Jordan, I need you to fuck me." With a final plea, Jordan pulls down your panties, rubbing the head of his cock against your heat. "Fuck..are you sure?'" he asks a final time, barely able to contain himself from ramming into you. Silence follows, slight concern settling into his stomach. You shift nervously under him. "I've just never...gone this far with a guy before..." You mumble, embarrassment heating up your face. Jordan was taken by surprise. "Oh, did you want to-" "No! Uhh, no, just..be gentle, please." You quickly cut him off. Jordan's gaze softens, hands caressing your face. "I don't think your first time should be with-" "But I want it to be you!" You whine. "All I hear about guys my age is how much it sucks, I really want someone hot and who knows what they're doing and..." You trail off, hands roaming Jordans' toned torso. "Someone who..?" He continues, eyes locked on your lips.  "Someone older.."  Jordan smirks. "Hmm, you want someone who knows what they're doing?" You nod sheepishly. Jordan captures you in another kiss. Slowly, he brings the head of his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing in his head into your tight hole. You let out a whine, squirming from the foreign sensation. "J-Jordan, mmgh, you're so-ugh-big!" Jordan groans as he pushes in. "You're doing so good, baby," He coos into your ear. After a moment to adjust he pushes the rest of his length in. Jordan lets out a moan, your tightness feeling heavenly. "Plea-please! Keep moving!" You let out a whine. Jordan obeys almost immediately, slowly at first, the sound of wetness and your moans filling the room. Jordan leans down, his breath hot against your ear as he continues to pump into you. "Ah-I think, i'm gonna-mmmmmff-" Jordan kisses your neck, sucking on your sweet spot. "Yeah? You gonna cum for me, baby?" Your panting tells him all he needs to know as he feels your muscles contract around him. "Ugh-Jordan!" You let out a yelp as you cum. "Oh, God!" Jordan grits out through clenched teeth as he holds your body close, his thrusts becoming erratic as he finishes.

    Panting, Jordan pulls out, collapsing next to you. Holding you close, he props himself up on one shoulder, taking in your fucked out expression. Sweat shinned and flushed face, you look at him and give a weak smile. "That was amazing, Mr. Trace." You say softly. "Please, call me Jordan." He chuckles and smiles back.  Your phone ringing cuts off the intimate moment, you scramble across the bed to grab it from your shorts. "Hey mom! Yeah everything went great! Yeah, I'm going to bed soon, it's been a loooong night!"

[shegetsburned]

Jordan “Thermite” Trace - Rainbow Six Siege anime trailer

[thatgoblin]

You know what? Fuck it. Here's these things. I made collages cause brain no work. I will make more and sort these into a prettier post later.

[s1layeron1on]

I love them so much my gay military men

[l3r40l]

[deleteddewewted]

Rainbow Six Siege Masterlist

Gustave "Doc" Kateb

Olivier "Lion" Flament

Samuel "Zero" Fisher

Jordan "Thermite" Trace

Julien "Rook" Nizan

Marius "Jäger" Streicher

Taina "Caveira" Pereira

Elias "Blitz" Kötz

[sinclxirx]

Christmas Day:

John Clark: Who is that Sonya?

Sonya: A friend from work! His name Jordan.

John Clark: A friend from work...

Sonya:

Her Twin:

Her father:

Her mother:

Her siblings:

Her friends:

John Clark: I will kill you if you hurt her! Are we clear?

Thermite: Yes sir!

[thatgoblin]

R6 crack drabble 2

YN: *carries a jug of water, crazy straws, and several puppies pads as they march through the commons room to the dorms* Listen up bitches! This is your one and only warning! I am sleep deprived, over worked, and underpaid and about about to start my weekend. I will be unavailable the WHOLE weekend. Starting five minutes from now to Monday morning. I don't care what the FUCK you think you need to tell me, write a damn letter and put it in the mailbox. I just took six 10mg melatonin, a 10mg edible gummy, 10mg of anxiety meds AND two ibuprofen. I am going to not wake up till Monday. Don't. Fucking. Try. It.

Thermite: Why do you have a jug of water and puppy pee pads.

YN: Because Jordan. *gets in real close to his face*

Thermite: *softly* Please don't hurt me.

YN: I will be asleep. If I am asleep I cannot relieve myself. So I am going to sleep with my tits and ducklips out on puppy pads so I don't have to get up. Comprendé?

Mozzie: The fuck are ducklips?

Thermite: Sí.

YN: Good. Now, I have one minute to spare before I lock myself in my room for 48 hours. So, I'm going to chug some water, turn on ocean noises and a fan, and make sure I have a good mouth guard so I don't grind my teeth to dust in my sleep. Bye! *walks away, slamming and locking their door behind them*

Everyone else: *sits there quietly as sounds of whales come from YN's room*

Mozzie: Oh! Ducklips! They mean their gennies!

Masterlist

Taglist: @sebbytheraccoon

[avianii]

Don't work with your parents- they have blackmail material in their wallets

this but with Top Gun (1986)

[true1ight]

Ma maaaaan 😍💕

The beauty of Jordan Trace aka Thermite - Rainbow Six Extraction

[thrushforreal]

Green Lantern(Hal): Get you fucking birds, Spooky!

Batman: They don't bite Green Lantern

*rabid bird noises*

GL: Yes the fuck they do!

~an hour later~

Nightingale: They do bite

GL: *hovering just out of reach* Well, I know that! Why would Spooky lie about it, though?!

Nightingale: *looks behind GL to Robin crawling up the wall to jump down on him* It wouldn't have mattered. They'll get you anyway. He doesn't have rabies, though so plus.

GL: Wha- *strangled cry as he falls to the ground with Robin biting his arm*

Nightingale: I think, I should probably check he doesn't have rabies. Who knows where those teeth have been.

[l3r40l]

So, Deimos, how was your first week with your new colleagues?