#caveira r6

[gabsterdabster]

Some Twitch x Caveira Headcanons!

(Pretty much just general. I don’t see them too much more nowadays :( nsfw under the cut)

SFW:

Twitch and Caveira were in some sort of situationship before Wildlands. Friends that went to friends with benefits and then started teetering that line of getting “too intimate” to be “just friends”. When Caveira was exfiltrated and sent back to base, she ended up confessing. Twitch was angry at her going AWOL, but accepted the confession and they started a relationship :)

Twitch bakes, Cav cooks. They are two very separate things and they love giving eachother little food items to keep them energized :)

Twitch is a very romantic lover. She constantly showers Cav with affection and gifts (money permitting)

Twitch was absolutely focused on Cav during the invitational. She originally went to support Doc but her girlfriend was way too pretty 😭

Cav isn’t very visibly jealous, as she is very confident in the relationship. Twitch can get a bit more jealous, since she has self doubts (including bouts of impostor syndrome) which make her insecure about the relationship at times. Cav is always there to reassure Twitch that her eyes and heart are only for her :))

Twitch calls Caveira “Ma chérie” and “Mon Amour” as affectionate pet names.

Caveira only calls Twitch “Meu amor”, but always follows up with a little kiss

They cuddle all the time. Public or private, Twitch is always cuddling with Cav if they’re together. If someone tries to say anything, Cav gives them the death stare. And if anyone goes to wake Twitch up, she makes the nice silent threat of “get the fuck out before I show you how I really interrogate people”

There is a cat Twitch always feeds. His name is Speedy and he is very orange. At first, Cav didn’t like him, but he liked her so she started putting up with it. Now they have unofficially adopted the cat as their own

Caveira always takes time to admire the small scars on Twitch’s hands. They come from small cuts when working at the lab, or surface-level electrical burns that create small spiderwebs on her skin. Nonetheless, Caveira has memorized each and every one of them and loves to plant kisses on them.

Caveira is not one to show alot of affection in public. But Twitch is. So when Cav does something in public, it flusters the French woman to no end

Twitch likes to dress a bit more masculine (see nimozie2’s art of Twitch!) and Cav loves it. When Twitch got her hair cut Cav couldn’t keep her hands off of it or her

When Twitch is dealing with things like self doubt or insecurity, Caveira reminds her that she had to be the best of the best to be here, and that in reality her skills were extremely coveted. And then of course Cavy gives her small kisses on her freckles

Oh, Caveira loves Twitch’s freckles. And her eyes. She thinks they’re stunning. No joke she has spent a good few minutes just staring at them (Twitch is very okay with this)

Twitch is the resident furnace, having grown up in a colder environment, she’s always found ways to keep warm; so has her body.

NSFW:

Their sex life is fairly busy. Taina is usually the dominant one, no matter who tops. If she’s on the bottom, she’s telling Emmanuelle what to do, period. If she’s on top, all Emma can do is moan and scream in pleasure.

If Emma goes on a dominant streak, she’s taking the strap out. And this girl has godly hip game. She loves slowly and roughly thrusting into Taina, making her either grab at Emmanuelle’s back, shoulders, or the sheets.

Emma likes to suck on the strap. Taina mentioned that the mental image had always been a turn on, even if it didn’t bring any physical pleasure. Being in power was what gets her going.

Emmanuelle is a dirty talker. If she’s on the bottom or top she’s constantly praising Taina for doing such a good job.

“Oh chérie- Ah-! Doing such a good job for me, fucking into me like a- mmph! Bitch in heat. Fuck, your cock makes me such a slut for you, Hah-~!”

If Taina is any bit submissive she’s bratty, which is fine because it ticks off Emmanuelle to rail her and Emmanuelle likes railing her :).

Taina leaves marks on Emmanuelle’s boobs. She loves them. She adores them. She just loves massaging them and running her hands down Emmanuelle’s abdomen.

Emma loves kissing Taina’s abs, especially on her way down to eat her out. It’s one of the only things that makes Taina blush, besides seeing Emma squirm underneath her.

Emmanuelle is a kinky bastard. She loves bondage, dom/sub, whipped cream, and choking. Taina is more than happy to oblige, and it helps her discover what type of kinks she’s into.

Taina has always had a fantasy of fucking Emmanuelle against a table or desk, in front of everyone. She’s very proud of her girlfriend, and wants to show anyone interested in her that she is Taina’s and no one else’s.

They have tried anal (with the strap) and they enjoyed it. Nothing too fancy but they do it sometimes.

When Taina is bottoming, she sits on Emmanuelle’s lap and lets her finger her. Emma loves the sight of her girlfriend coming undone on top of her.

Emma leaves scratches on Taina’s back. As well as alot of marks. Oh she loves marking Taina.

Emma loves Taina’s legs. She could spend all day kissing them, worshipping them. When she’s fucking Tai, she likes to slap her ass.

Taina likes spanking Emmanuelle more though, especially if she’s been a damn tease that day.

If Taina is bottoming, she leaves scratches too! No one’s gonna ask Emmanuelle about it, because they know who it is and how that person can brutalize them. 🤐

People just get a little surprised when they learn Emmanuelle FUCKS.

Their first time was before Operation Archangel, and it was mainly just them releasing stress with eachother. Emma ended up sitting on Taina’s face and she knew she was done in.

Emma has a but more experience than Taina. She had fooled around with some girls in high school and GIGN, which made her a pretty good lay in Taina’s opinion.

Taina spent her days as an informant, and then joined BOPE. With her rather ‘anti-social’ nature, she didn’t get into many flings. Moreso one night stands with people she would never see again.

[l3r40l]

[empadraws]

they're besties now bc I said so and I love them

[tacticalover]

well now that twitter has decided to shit itself, i'm going to post my art on this account sporadically. here's caveira my beloved that i drew over a tiktok

[juiceboxdotcom]

Twitch and Caveira :3 (they're gay asf)

[hudaddraws]

[cattem]

Happy birthday to my little precious sociopath pupper fairy

sadly I'm not sure if I can bring any content.

[clownveira]

CW: SUGGESTIVE

I had to make this you don’t understand

[amajacobss]

NORMAL Cav

;)

[gabsterdabster]

Twitch x Caveira Christmas fanfiction!

It’s smut. Be warned

[speebledorp]

back again w a small collection of twt doodles :D

they mean the world to me :,)

[l3r40l]

Siegetober 2024: days 13-16

[retrodisaster]

Ik it’s kind of cheating since some of these aren’t actually the “primary” color in the design but I was too far into it to stop 🫣

[pop-six-squish]

Deimos is not ready for Team Rainbow*

*I know Ace is NH and that's not how Mozzie counters Flores but I chose not to care, xoxo

[eldritcmor]

Tournament of champions

Chapter 1

“What’s this?” John squinted at the Computer screen. An email from Laswell had been waiting for him today, something that actually required his attention if the subject line was anything to go by. He slowly mouthed the words of the email to himself, deciphering the code and language used. He pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a sigh as he grabbed the phone on his desk. A soft click as the line connected near immediately after he dialed a long memorized number. “Really, Kate? What’s your play here?” “What’s wrong, John? Thought you, of all people, would be jumping at the gun for this one.” “We just got back, Laswell. Apologizes if we need a break.” “Good thing you’re not tackling this alone then, John.” John felt a prickle crawl down his spine. “Who else, Laswell?” “Relax, John. They’re trustworthy. Dug them up myself.” “Who, Kate?” John heard Laswell sigh. “Taskforce Dante and a PMC squad from S.H.C. Don't bother looking up that last one. They really don’t like it, besides they have a familiar player.” “Wilson and his group are familiar, Laswell. No PMCs Kate, you know this. Not after the Las Almas Incident.” “Not even for an old squad member?” John huffed a breath as he weighed his gut against his head. “Fine, but if this even shows one sign of going like Las Almas did, I’m kicking their head in myself.” “Agreed.”

Joseph jerked awake as the plane touched down. Gods, they should be used to this by now. Long plane rides weren’t exactly uncommon in their line of work but still, it sucked. They stretched as The plane taxied down the little runway, shoving Avery’s head off their shoulder. They glanced around the cabin realizing they were the only one awake at the moment. Well that needed to change. They still had a couple hours drive after this to the actual event grounds for this mission. Apparently a week of military games with some of the best in the business, sponsored by some of the biggest names to boot. Lots of eyes on this apparently. Not that Joseph cared at the moment, as they shook Avery awake. Avery jerked up and Joseph dodged the fist aimed for his throat. “Easy, Storm cloud. We just hit the gate. We’re officially in Greece.” Avery groaned as they waved Joseph off. Joseph nodded and went around the cabin waking the others. Dodging fists and sleepy mumbles in a variety of languages. After that, everything was mostly smooth as they gathered up their gear and disembarked. Joys of being partnered with one of the most damn secretive PMC’s, deep pockets and private travel.

Joseph jogged to keep up with O’Neil and Wilson’s longer strides. “So, who’s our contact? The brief said we weren’t the only two on this assignment.” “Some old friends of Avery’s. An SAS squad that works closely with Kate.” Wilson hummed as followed the signs to the exit. “SAS? We got a name for them?” “One Four One. That’s all Kate really gave us.” O’Neil paused. “Oh! I’m an idiot. We can ask Avery for information. Though it might be a few months out of date. Go grill Scott, Ferret.” Joseph grinned and nodded. Any excuse to go annoy their Pseudo Sibling is a good excuse. Joseph dropped back to Avery. “Hey Avery. I have questions.” Avery hummed as they kept pace with Joseph. “Who are the one four one?” Avery’s eyes widened before they relaxed as if realizing something. “British, SAS, and Legends in their own right. Why?” Joseph grinned, a feral thing. “Does that make you a legend too, storm cloud?” Avery immediately shook their head. “Nope.” Joseph briefly pouted as Avery didn’t take the bait. “Alright, so what makes them legends? Cause You worked with them before Six, surely you must know the truth better than some recruits.” Avery snorted. “I was just a recruit myself. Don't know why in the fuck I ended up in their squad. History aside, there’s four main members. Captain Price, Lieutenant Riley, Sergeant Garrick, and Sergeant MacTavish. They run the same wheel house we do, though their missions are infamous for going fucking sideways.” Joseph raised an eyebrow. “Fucking sideways?” “You remember the clean up for Las almas, right?” “Yeah sure. We got quite a few new friends out of that.” Avery clicked their tongue. “Well guess who was heavily involved?” “No, no fucking way!” “Yup.” “Were you there for that?” Avery shook their head. “No, I was in hospice at the time.” Joseph made an ah noise. “The reason you left, I’m assuming.” Avery nodded. “Not doing any good from a hospital bed, Jo.” “Think We’ll meet them? At this weird tournament, I mean.” “It’s possible, but we’ll see.” Joseph nodded as they lapsed into silence.

Ghost leaned against the front of the SUV, a lit cigarette between his lips. Price had him on pick up duty. Something about needing some goddamn peace after the flight from London to Greece. Everyone else had grumbled their agreements. Ghost snuffed his cigarette under his boot as his target wandered out from the airport. A tired looking bunch of soldiers. Ghost pressed two fingers and whistled. A high shrill sound. The group’s heads all snapped to him and damn if it wasn't unnerving. He cursed as the group moved in his direction. There was a familiar face among them alright. Sergeant Scott. Someone who left without so much as a goodbye, and barely a word since then. Ghost wanted to be pissed, but right now he needed to at least put up a good front. “Lieutenant Riley of One Four One. I’m your pick up.” He held his hand for a shake to the man before him. The man smiled. “Captain Wilson of Dante, and this is Captain O’Neil of SH6.” The man gestured to his fellow captain who was overseeing getting everyone’s gear in the car. “Pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant.” Ghost mentally shivered. Captain Wilson’s accent was incredibly close to Graves and it did not bring back good memories. “Pleasure’s all mine, sir. We’re staying at a hotel nearby. We’ll be heading out to the actual location tomorrow, if that’s alright by you sir?”

Captain Wilson looked relieved. “That’s the best plan I’ve heard all day. I’m assuming The second SUV is also ours.” Ghost nodded. “Yes sir.” Captain Wilson nodded before turning to the others in his group. “Listen Up! We Got Two Vehicles! Split Up And Get Ready To move!” A chorus of “Yes Sir!” met Wilson’s shout. Ghost nodded as he slipped into the driver seat of his own vehicle. He barely paid attention when others piled in as he started the vehicle. Cursing up a blue streak when he turned and found Scott had taken the passenger seat. “Bloody Fuckin Hell! Storm!” Ghost hissed. Avery just raised an eyebrow. “Hey Lieutenant.” “Don’t “Hey!” Me Sergeant. Haven’t heard from you in a long time. Where the fuck have you been?” Avery shrugged. “I’m not a Sergeant anymore, Ghost. As for your question, around.” “Around? Around?! Avery Storm Scott! You vanish without so much as a goodbye and all you can say is around! And what do you mean you’re not a Sergeant anymore?” Ghost narrowed his eyes at Avery after his hissed exclamations. Avery shifted uncomfortably in their seat. “SHC functions a little differently, I’m technically a corporal now.” Avery sighed. “Look, Ghost. I felt like I was doing the right thing, alright? I wasn't exactly being useful from a hospital bed while you guys went through hell. I thought it would be better if I didn’t make a big deal out of leaving, okay?” Ghost pinched the bridge of his nose as he merged onto the highway leaving the airport. “Avery, Avery, Avery. We had just dug you out of the ground after weeks of torture. You weren’t useless. You were recovering.” Avery snorted. “I still stand by my decision to leave, Ghost.” “And I doubt anything I say would change your mind, so I’m not going to Avery.” Avery curled a little on themselves. “Does Price know?” Ghost hummed. “He knows we're working with a PMC and another Task-Force, Not who’s who. Which one are you playing for anyways?” “PMC.” Ghost nodded. “Are they good to you?” Avery nodded. “We were the clean up crew for Las Almas. Captain O’Neil swore up a blue streak when he saw the damage Philip had brought. We helped where we could.” “Good. Try not to get slapped at breakfast, Storm. Though expect to get Tackled by Johnny. He’s been worried about you.” Avery chuckled as the SUV pulled to stop in the hotel parking garage. “No guarantees Lieutenant.”

Taina flipped through the stack of papers handed in her hand. “Are we sure about this?” Her eyes flicked over to Jordan as he spoke. Harry sighed as he set his own list on his desk. “Yes, Trace. Rainbow can’t be everywhere at once. This is a good way to scout out new recruits and allies.” “But It also paints a huge target on our backs, Harry! Especially if we let the public in.” “It would draw attention even if we didn’t Jordan. An abandoned stadium suddenly being in active use. This way we control what they see.” Taina continued to flip through the list of names in her hand, ignoring the argument between Red hammer’s Captain and Six. Multiple Militaries, PMCs, and Specialized law enforcement agencies were attending this apparently, including but not limited to her own, BOPE. On the Surface, Harry was correct. Rainbow couldn’t be everywhere at once. But Jordan did bring up some very compelling points. This whole tournament of champions seemed like a poor way to handle it. Especially since Harry seemed dead set on televising it.

Taina huffed a breath as she looked closer at the roster of names, Three especially popping out to her. “Excuse me! Six, I have a question.” Taina hummed as Harry and Jordan’s heads snapped to her. They were barely inches from each other’s throats. Harry backed away first. “Yes, Caveira?” “Why are three of Laswell’s Squads involved with this?” “Laswell’s squads?” “Yes, Task-Force 141, Task-Force Dante, And SH6. One is responsible for the events at Las Almas. The other Two for the cover up of Las Almas.” Taina had lost a lot of good intel with the whole incident. El Sin Nombre might be considered small in the grand scheme of global drug rings but they were an incredibly powerful trafficking ring and well connected. “What’s your question, Cav?” Jordan hummed as he settled in his chair again. “Why are they participating in this event? This does not seem like them considering the events at Las Almas.” Harry Pushed his glasses up his nose. “They’re here as a peace offering. They will be participating in the events. Not in the deals that may take place around the events. Does that satisfy your curiosities, Caveira?” Taina hummed for a moment. “For now, sir.”

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monty’s lap is the best pillow