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DILF! Gustave "Doc" Kateb Headcanon Part 2

A/n: Another version of Dilf! Gustave but this time its him who has kids

MDNI

W: Dilf! Gustave, He's a girl dad, Possible age gap relationship (Can be read as same age or age gap), He's a Gentleman, GN! Reader (No genitalia described), Slightly Kinky, Creampie, Mentions of Breeding, Cock Cage, Snowballing

This man had a kid after a one night fling.

He only found out he had a daughter when the mother contacted him asking him if he wanted to be involved.

He didn't know what he was expecting parenthood to be but he was glad that he agreed to be part of his daughters life.

The mother of his child and hiim shared custody, very 50/50 until she passed away from an illness.

He's thankful for her and all of the positive memories she gave to other daughter and thankful for giving him his child.

He made sure to take care of all of her affairs such as debt, bills, and her funeral. It was a final thank you for everything.

He contemplated buying his own home in Paris so he and his child could be close to his family but his parents convinced him to just have his daughter stay with them while he's at work so that they could help with child care but also spend time with her.

Bought his child all the toys she wanted.

He spoiled her rotten and it got to the point his mother started to scold him because he was setting his daughter up to expect "high standards".

He doesn't think its bad but who knows, she's just a baby after all.

As she reaches toddlerhood, the changes to his personality are more noticeable.

He's more fatherly to his teammates, his colleagues notice he randomly has new stickers on his briefcase.

Once he joins Rainbow his colleagues are met with a full-fledged father who will constantly pressure them and have them take care of themselves.

He's perfected the art of multitasking. You can find him talking on the phone, cooking, and lecturing someone all at the same time.

When he asks for leave he makes sure to emphasize that no one is allowed to call him unless someone is dead and only if someone is dead. His time with his daughter is precious.

If he meets someone, aka you, he is making his child his first topic because he needs you to know what you're getting into.

NSFW Under Cut

If you two get serious he will be as romantic as any other man his age. Very.

He likes to seduce you. Comments about how good you look, how he likes your perfume, the way you carry yourself, everything really.

He likes it when people think you're his daughters other parent. Makes him want to have another child but with you.

He doesn't take you to bed even if you're both hot and heated. He likes to tempt you with the idea that the next date will lead to you both sleeping together.

Has a robe just for you and even leaves space in his room so you can move in with him.

Tells his parents that he's planning on proposing to you soon and would like time with you alone. They happily agree to take care of his daughter so he can have alone time with you.

He takes you on a date and then invites you back to his place.

You both don't make it back before your fucking in the back seat of his car.

Heated kisses, biting, and him pushing his cock in and out of you leads to a multiple round and multiple creampies.

He's crying and he cant help how good you make him feel.

He knows that the way he's gripping your hips will leave behind his handprints.

Has you get off of him and lay on the back seats just so he can climb on top and eat you out.

Likes to snowball as he likes the taste of himself and you on his lips.

Tells you he cant wait to make you a parent.

He only gets kinkier the longer you two are together. He eventually has you put him in a cock cage just cause he wants to pent up went he fucks you.

Leaves you shaking like a leaf once he's done giving you the best 8 inches of your life.

[chadillacboseman]

day 21 of smutember with lion or doc please?

Smutember Day 21 - Balcony Scene

Warnings: Unprotected sex, jealously, semi-public, some risk of getting caught.

Kept promising myself the Smutember requests would be short, but this one got away from me.

For best effect, listen to something like this while reading :)

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You hate fancy parties.

Sure, the free drinks and food on golden plates are a nice touch, but you can't help but feel that you don't belong here. Not here among these French upper-class and politicians, all clinking their glasses and laughing at jokes you will never understand.

The dress you're wearing is unbearably "not you", a black lace number you had picked from the store Gustave had taken you to. Beside you, he's wearing a a three piece suit in jet black to compliment your outfit; his hair is pushed back, tucked behind his ears, a stark contrast to the usual fringe that hangs across his forehead.

Gustave rests a reassuring hand on the small of your back and leans in close to your ear, "You look miserable, ma cherie, what's wrong?" he asks and you sigh.

"Just a little overwhelmed, I'm sorry."

He hums and runs a thumb along your spine, "Do not be sorry, just stay close to me."

Gustave leads you through the throng of people in the ballroom, pushing past people who don't even offer you a second glance. Toward the front of the decadent room, a string quartet plays a song that's vaguely familiar and your heart races in time with the violinists fervent playing.

The event is honoring Médecins Sans Frontière, a group Gustave volunteered with during his time with the French Army. Whenever donations ran low, the politicians would throw an extravagant ball and plead for money to "continue the greater good" where it was needed.

Gustave feels compelled to attend every one, as his face is that of a true success story, an altruist who had saved hundreds of lives with the MSF before joining Rainbow.

"Oh Gustave!" a shrill voice calls across the ballroom and he sighs in exasperation. You recognize the voice's owner as one of the obnoxious daughter's of a French millionaire. She trots over to him, her pearl-colored silken dress hiked high above her knees.

"Oh, how good it is to see you!" she kisses his cheeks and you feel your already short temper flare just below the surface, "How have you been?"

"I've been fine, Celeste. You remember my-" his attempt to introduce you is lost as she grabs his hand and drags him to her group.

Gustave catches your eye and offers a silent apology as you stand, defeated, in the center of the ballroom.

--

"More champagne, miss?" a man in a pinstriped suit with coattails offers you a tray filled with glass flutes as you seethe silently against the far wall.

"Yes," you snatch a glass from the tray and the server nods curtly before offering you a pitying look and departing.

Gustave is still in the center of the group of fawning women, all cooing over his suit and his physique, giggling and running their hands over him until you feel as if you're going to crush the glass you clutch in your hand.

Why did he bring you here?

You tear your eyes away from the spectacle and make your way to a set of french doors that lead to a balcony overlooking the garden. The cool air hits you like a freight train as you lean over the railing at watch the water in the fountain below dance, reflecting the light of the moon.

This was a stupid idea. You should have told him to him come alone.

Tears threaten to well up into your eyes as you finish the champagne and toss the flute into the bushes below. You couldn't care less if anyone sees you do it.

You hear the set of doors swing open behind you and you quickly straighten, wiping the tears on the back of your hand before turning to find Gustave standing, framed by the bright golden lights of the ballroom behind him.

Your attempts to hide the tears are futile- he knows when even the smallest thing is wrong with you.

He also knows when he's fucked up.

Gustave closes the small distance between the two of you and you move to turn back to the railing, white-knuckled fingers grasping at the fine marble accents until they ache.

"Had enough of being fawned over?" you snap.

"You think I liked that?" he sounds hurt, and for a moment the fire in your chest subsides.

"You didn't exactly make an attempt to stop them," you turn to face him and he cocks his head, his finely-coiffed hair has finally come loose, the fringe taking its rightful place in a splash across his forehead.

He looks strikingly handsome standing there in the moonlight.

"You think I want one of them?" Gustave closes the remaining gap and cups your face with his hand, forcing your eyes to his.

"I...maybe," you're still angry. Still hurt. Still willing to go scorched earth in your wounded state.

"You really think that?" Gustave's voice is husky as he tilts your face up to his, "When I have you?"

His dark eyes are intense as he stares down at you, gaze boring into yours; "Every one of those rich connards is worthless compared to you."

"That's not really an apology...." you trail off with a smirk that he returns.

"Would you prefer something like this instead?" Gustave cups your cheek and brings his mouth to yours, swallowing up your protests in a kiss full of heat and apologies.

"Gustave!" you push him away playfully and he grins.

"What? Don't you want my apology?"

He grabs you around the waist and pulls you roughly against him, his smirk growing wider and more sinister.

"Gustave..." you lean back over the railing and he follows, kissing along your exposed neck until you're giggling like a schoolgirl, "We might get caught!"

"So?"

"So, I don't want that!" You swat at him and he catches your hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing down your wrist.

Gustave abandons his efforts at your wrist and moves his hands to your hips, roughly turning you so you're bent over the railing, staring down into the garden where other party-goers mingle obliviously.

The fiery protests welling in your throat are extinguished when he hikes your dress up to your waist and takes in the sight before him with a lustful groan.

It's not like him to act like this, not when the two of you could so easily be caught by anyone wandering outside at the wrong moment.

You hear him fumble for a moment behind you, fabric rustling as he works to free himself.

"Suits," he mutters in frustration.

A small "ha!" of triumph falls from his lips when he's successful, and you feel him grasp your hips roughly, lining you up with him and shoving your panties down your legs in one swift motion.

"Were you jealous, ma cherie?" he whispers as he drags himself lazily up and down your slit, sending a ripple of shivers up your spine, "When you do this to me?" he exhales shakily, hot breath fanning over you as he tries to hold himself back.

Gustave grips your hips and pushes inside you slowly, agonizingly, hissing as he restrains himself from thrusting wildly.

You can't even answer, too overwhelmed by the way he fills you so well, stretches you to almost unbearable limits, shoving you forward against the railing.

You let out a small moan and he chuckles, "Quiet now, wouldn't want someone to look up," he punctuates the last word with a hard thrust and you bite your lip to hold back a moan.

"You feel so good," Gustave is babbling now, barely able to string together words anymore, punchdrunk as he fucks you on the balcony, "So tight."

The fear of being caught dissipates from your mind, shoved aside by the feeling of him hammering away at the white hot core of you, building tension like a rubber band that threatens to snap at any moment.

You are so painfully close, gripping the marble of the railing as you bite back the curses that threaten to tumble out of your mouth, careful to keep your eyes on the garden below in case one of them looks up.

You wonder for a moment what they might think if they do.

The thought is pushed from your mind as the tension snaps and you feel your legs grow weak; Gustave follows, grunting as he digs his fingers into the meat of your hips.

"Don't want to ruin your pretty dress, hm?" Gustave's words come between pants as he bucks into you erratically until he is sated and your legs feel as if they are made of a wobbling gelatin.

"Does that make it better, mon amour?" He purrs the words in your ear as he pulls out slowly and lets the length of your dress fall back to your ankles as he adjusts his own clothing.

"A little," you admit with a smile.

"Let's go home," Gustave grabs your hand and you cock your head.

"Don't you have to stay for the event?"

He waves a dismissive hand at the ballroom and turns to you with bright eyes, "I'd much rather spend my night with you."

[eldritcmor]

I like writing these.

Gaz: I feel like dying.

Storm: you'll have to go to the hangar then.

Gaz: why?

Ghost: eight to ten feet doesn't kill on impact.

Gaz: you've thought about this.

Storm and ghost: of course.

--

Price: why is Storm hanging from the ceiling?

Soap: I think they're trying to move their stash.

Price: Their stash?

Soap: if they don't want to bother anyone, they have stashes of food all over the base. They also have some really cozy spots tucked up in here.

Price: why?

Soap: they hide from people.

--

Graves: Hey doll.

Storm: Ever call me that again and I will knit a sweater from your nervous system.

Soap: Now that. That is a horrifying feeling.

--

Soap: what do we say when someone breaks our heart?

Storm: thank you for the trauma. I need it for my art.

Gaz: no.

Storm: uh I was never good enough to begin with.

Soap: NO!

--

Soap: So storm just walked into the infirmary. Uh willingly.

Gaz: well that's alarming.

Ghost: and concerning. Are you absolutely sure it was willingly?

Soap: no one was with them and they were not restrained in anyway.

Gaz: we should probably call Price, something is wrong with Storm.

--

Storm meeting up with their old squad

Storm: SPOON! FORK!

Spoon and fork: KNIVES!

Storm: where's Alex, rin, and lucid?

Gaz: why do you all call yourselves outside of missions?

Storm: easier to remember than our own names most of the time, also doesn't trigger the oh shit response.

Soap: the oh shit response?

Storm: John Mactsvish!

Soap: *freezes and ducks his head*

Storm: that response.

Ghost: that was rude, Sargeant.

Storm: *freezes and ducks their head* sorry sir.

Gaz: ha!

--

Alejandro: Price, come get your child! *A zoomed in picture of Storm in with a bunch of r6 operators.*

Price: how in the fuck? When did they get to Mexico!

--

Doc: *watching as Storm quietly and efficiently patches and stitches themselves back together.* Why?!

Storm: *shrugging as they tie off the last stitch* no point in goin' if I can do it myself. No need to bother the medics on a simple cut.

Doc: that is not how this relationship should work! At least let me do the bandages!

Storm: no, ya got other folks to tend to doc. Don' worry bout me.

--

[gloomiebearwritings]

He missed you...

CW: Smut w/ no plot, Minors DNI, reader is GN but mentions of AFAB anatomy. Word count: 600+

A little uhhhh gift for @chadillacboseman (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

He was acting like he was starving having been away for so long, leaving small bruises along your hips and thighs as his hands gripped your bare skin like you’d slip away. The sound of your breathing and his own heart beating were the only two things he could hear, and all he could feel was your warm skin under his palms and lips. 

“Such a sweet thing…”

His voice is wispy and soft, barely audible to you- his lips barely inches away from the tender skin of your inner thigh, having slung your legs over his shoulders. Your mind barely has time to react before you feel his tongue slip between your folds, gently pressing against your clit. His movements were slow against your bundle of nerves as if he was savoring it. 

He wasn’t slowing down, even as you started squirming at his relentless motion- instead holding your hips firmly in place with firm hands. And the more your body moved under his palms he only hummed, quite content with continuing as is.

“Gustave!” Your voice barely breaks through the ringing in your ears as the knot tightens in your gut, your legs quivering against him. Yet his motions continued, your clit tender and sensitive- his motions being just enough to feel good but not enough to make the knot snap. You reached down to run your fingers through his hair, to pull his head up to look at him just to see his love-drunk eyes looking at you- utterly lost in you. He gave you a drunken grin, his hair now a mess in your hand.

“Let me continue, y/n…” 

He breathlessly chuckled, hands gripping your hips, fingertips digging into the soft flesh, “Please let me continue, y/n.”

His voice sounded almost pathetic, like you’d just taken away his most prized possession. After a nod from you, without breaking eye contact he inches closer to your cunt- some of his hair falling to his face again, eyes only slightly obscured as he returns to feasting. 

Returning to the pace he had before he feasted away, still acting like he had been starved for days. Carefully bringing one hand down from your hip and gently running his fingers along your folds under his tongue, letting them get slick before pushing two into your entrance. 

The sounds that fell from your mouth made his cock ache, and it felt just oh so good. It was such a perfect torture to him, feeling your walls squeeze around his fingers as the knot tightened again in your gut- the way your hips shifted and squirmed under his hand, and the way your thighs held his head so firmly in place. 

His persistence led to your knot getting tighter and tighter until he pressed against just the right spot, the knot snapping as he increased his speed to help you ride it out before he dared move away. 

As your pleasure melted into a cloud of fuzzy feelings he stood up, pushing you further up the bed enough to bring himself onto it. Leaning over you, his hair still a mess, he smiled- slowing your breath quickly coming to a halt as he brought the head of his cock to your folds. The sudden yet slight over-stimulation makes your haze clear enough to see his face clearly.

His eyes were heavy lidded, locked onto how easily his tip slid between your folds, and just how your entrance swallowed his tip. The sensation of being inside you luring a long, soft groan from him.

As he pushes deeper he leans over you and whispers as softly as he can despite the shaking in his voice, “I just want to hear you sing just a little bit more…”

[itsohh]

AN: G/N reader, I really can't feel like things all about to go wrong in r6s.

Summary: Even though Rainbow was able to capture Deimos, you can't help but feel that things aren't quite right. Gustave is there to reassure you.

Word count: 582

Warnings: Spoilers?

Masterlist AO3

Stress had become a partner in your relationship: you, him and that debilitating pressure. Originally you had thought it would ease once Deimos was in custody but you soon found that wasn't the case. With Eliza now awake, everyone's hope seemed to be up. Sure there was a lot of anger throughout all the operators but ultimately moreal was up. 

Perhaps that's why you drew back and secluded yourself. Unable to bring down the mood, you stayed holed up in your joint bedroom with your focus on your gun. 

Your Barrett was treated like a child, cared and loved for. It took your mind off matters as you took it apart, cleaned it and then put it together. Again and again, the mindless task took your focus away from the stress. 

That was until the door clicked open. You didn't attempt to move nor did you lose your focus. A breath was exhaled from behind you and a few moments later you felt his gentle hands on your shoulders.

“I haven’t seen you all day.” He paused and you felt his lips brush against your cheek. “Almost all week.”

“We've both been busy.”

“Mmm, I know.” His lips pressed down into a kiss and your hands hesitated. “Tell me what's wrong.”

“Everything's fine. I'm alright.” 

Gustave's hands drifted from your shoulders down to your frozen hands and gently guided you to put the gun down. “We’re a team non? No need to start hiding from me now.”

His arms wrapped around you as he leaned over your body and hugged you from behind. Gustave's face settled into the crook of your neck and one of your hands settled on top of his. “We got Deimos…” 

“That we did.”

“I was terrified something was going to happen to you, watching the body cameras? Fuck.” 

Gustave pressed a kiss into your neck and grabbed your hand. He gave it a comforting squeeze before he raised it up to his face and kissed the top of it. “It can be scary sometimes. But our team did well. We worked well together. Elena, Julien, Sam and I all know how to look after each other.”

“I know, I know I just…” You let out a sigh in frustration. 

“I know. It's okay. Everything ended up okay. I'm here.”

Your head raised and slowly turned to look over your shoulder at him. He adjusted his and when your eyes made contact, his lips locked onto yours. 

The kiss was slow, careful but still full of desperation. As if he could disappear at any moment. Gustave rested his forehead against yours while his thumb gently rubbed your cheek. 

“He got him, we got Deimos.”

Your eyes cracked open and you grabbed his wrist, not to move it, just to hold it. “I know, I can't help but feel like we have given him exactly what he wants though. Like instead of us trapping him, we're trapped with him.”

Your voice turned to a whisper. “What if this was all part of his plan?”

“Then we put a stop to it. Together.” 

You opened your mouth to speak but promptly closed it and turned your body to fully face his. With a deep exhale you placed your head on his shoulder and welcomed his warm embrace. Gustave planted a light kiss on top of your head before he gently started to stroke your hair. 

You sighed into him and made a slight nod that rubbed against his chest. “Together.”

[starliights-shining]

This is not transformers, but I thought i'd put it on tumblr as well! This was written for @montyuh as a thank you for that wounderful Maverick phone sex post! this is also cross posted on ao3 (Relieving Some Stress) ENJOY : )

Pairing: Gustave "Doc" Kateb x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Afab Reader, uhhh

Words: 7.2k

You spent your entire day running around in meetings, meeting after meeting and you couldn’t get a break. You let out a deep sigh, eyes looking down at the reminder that lit your phone up. Your eyes reading “Last meeting”, you could feel your bones starting to ache, the pressure on your shoulder returning to your shoulders and feet as you stood from your office chair. Your hands are grabbing at your notebook and cup of water, and taking the last little sip of water out of the styrofoam cup and rolling your shoulders back before you take your leave. Slowly pulling the heavy metal door open, your eyes scanned the hall. There were a lot of people still here for it to be 5 pm on a Friday night. 

Of course there were the people you normally see, operators, custodian workers, and the few office employees who worked overtime, But for some reason there were still multiple people walking around. The usually empty hallway had the whispery and soft chatter of a few people and the sound of boots, dress shoes and heels clicking across the fancy tiled floors. It was different, something that will make you almost late for the very important meeting. Your feet carrying you across the entire sixth floor to the elevator. Your finger pressing the button, the up arrow lighting up. The elevator area was almost empty, aside from the two or three people who walked past to get to the stairs or the other hallway. Your frame stood still between the two large metal doors. Waiting patiently for one to open, but it seemed as though the elevators did not wish to take you up. Your foot tapping on the tiles as you thought, you’re going to be late. Late to your last meeting of the day. The simple thought had you sighing, rolling your shoulders back one more time as you leaned your head back and closed your eyes. 

It wasn't until you heard the ding of the elevator opening that you finally moved. Your head shooting up and looking over at the stainless steel door opening. Feet caring you in the direction without thought. Your eyes unfocused as you walked through the entrance. The blur of colors not fully registering in your brain. The normal wood colored walls of the elevator were visible, but in the middle of it was the blur of a figure. A mute blue top and khaki bottoms, moving closer to you until you two collided. Your arms pulling your notebook to your chest and your eyes closing tightly. Hands grabbing at your upper arms and a voice. You were shocked, upset with yourself for not seeing the fucking wall that your ran into, but then it hit you. Walls don’t talk, they don't have hands to grab at you, and the for sure dont stand in the middle of a fucking elevator. 

“Are you alright?” 

It was a simple question, one that normally someone would ask immediately. You thought you didn’t. Instead you looked up at the person. Your eyes locking with theirs. It’s just Gustave, His smile soft as he held onto you. You blinked at him, you felt like a deer in headlights. Watching as the operator looked over your face, his hands slowly left you as you got your footing back. You finally got the ability to answer his question. You nodded, letting out a sigh of relief. You were now standing on your own, staring up at the French operator in silence. The silence was loud, louder than you liked it to be. His hands moved from hovering over your arms to not resting on his hips. His chocolate eyes staring down at you, his stare was intense. It felt like he was seeing how long it'd take for you to feel the pressure. A close lipped smile on his face, you shifted, fingers tightening around your notebook. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting?” 

He was right, a panic began to set in. You’re late. You looked up at him before narrowing your eyes. 

“You’re supposed to be in that meeting.”

Is all you said back, He’s supposed to be in that meeting, so he’s late too. He lets out a low chuckle as he takes two steps backwards. You follow him into the elevator and watch as he presses the correct floor number. It's quite, leaving you with the thoughts and the question as to why he’s on your floor when he’s supposed to be in this meeting. You look over at him, his eyes seemed locked onto the digital number reader at the top of the doors. He looked tired, eyes sunken in. You could see a tad bit of the wrinkles he had developed from age, but what really caught your attention was the patch of gray hair next to his ear. It was interesting to you, he was only 39 but he already had two large patches of gray hair. It made him look older, wiser, but strangely it made him look better. Hotter if you would. 

You could remember the first time you saw him without his head gear. Those same dark chocolate eyes peering back at you in your very first meeting. He walked into the room and placed that large and obviously heavy helmet on the table and smiled. Looking around the room and introducing himself. You two made eye contact a few times, which you chalked up to him just being a good public speaker. Ever since then you two have seemed to work together great in any and every topic. 

He seemed to be a rock in your work life, a constant in your life and you enjoyed it, him. You two seemed to flock to one another every time you were free. He’d find his way into your office or you’d find your way to where he was. If an outsider was looking in, they’d think you two were a couple. A happy and fulfilled couple. 

The doors to the elevator pinged your arrival on the floor. Sliding open in a matter of seconds . Gustave turned his head and caught you staring. That same warm smile on his face like always as he holds his head out in front of him. 

“After you.” 

You smiled, feet carrying you to the meeting room. Gustave following behind you quietly. You’ll both turn the corner and see Lion and Montange standing outside. Both whispered to each other as they looked around. Lion seemed to be distraught, but it wouldn’t matter to you. It’s when Lion finally sees you and Gustave that he finally stops his whaling of arms and loud talk in french. This will cause Montange to look. You can see both their faces clearly, no ski mask or helmet to block the view. 

“You’re late, Ms. (L/N).” 

Montange says, large bulky arms crossed over his black hoodie. You just shook your head. Walking up to the two men, but Lion stopped you. Yellow clothed arm stopping you from entering the room. You followed it, eyes meeting with Lions green ones. You sent him a mean glare, you just wanted this to be over with. You’re just hoping that's why he was stopping you, for wasting more of his, so called precious, time. You put on a fake smile, finger gripping your notebook tighter. 

“Yes Olivier, Is there anything I can help you with?”

He was taken aback, your false smile seeming more sinister than he was expecting it to be. He backed down, swallowing as he fixed his mouth to say something. 

“How long is this going to take?” 

You smiled wider, teeth gritting as you configured what to say to the man. 

“I don’t know.” 

Your answer was on the edge of being an angry insult, and he knew it. He took this one, since there was no need to fight or talk back in front of both Montange and Doc. His arm lowered, taking your answer as final and waited to go first. You sighed, unable to believe that man has the nerve to ask you how long YOU’RE meeting was going to take. Considering you only had a handful of the Operators of Wolfguard present it shouldn’t take long, unless everyone has ten thousand questions to ask. 

You were first to enter the room, walking in front of the projector and to the podium they insisted you used. Higher ups were so picky on how they wanted these meetings and debriefs to go. You placed your notebook on the podium and cleared your throat. Watching as the last two operators took their seats. You took one more look around, calculating who was here and who wasn’t. Your eyes landing on the three you already had interactions with and then seeing Twitch and Frost. The six were wearing a mix of field uniform and casual clothing. It was refreshing to see them wearing different clothing. You took this time to explain that you wouldn’t hold them for long, considering it was a Friday and everyone still had things to do before returning to their barracks or even going out with others or whatever they did in their free time. 

The meeting was not short, not as short as you wanted it to be. You leaned on the podium, your head in your hands that were being propped up by your elbow. You could feel the weight of the day weighing on your eyelids. Watching as the two operators talk through the discussion. You had no knowledge in whatever they were talking about, but you could see the gears turning behind their eyes and it was fascinating. A simple sentence from you had them discuss their future moves and other military things. It wasn't until your phone rang that they stopped talking. All eyes landed on you as you looked down at your phone. You moved to answer it. Walking towards the door and standing outside. It wasn’t a saved number so you worried it might be some form of business. The voice you were met with was a robot, confirming a medication for your pet. You sighed, immediately hanging up the phone and walking back in. The door closed behind you, trying your hardest to ignore the multiple pairs of eyes watching you. 

“Mrs. (L/N), You know your phone is supposed to be off.” 

You looked up to the voice, meeting gustaves cocoa eye. That same smile he seems to flaunt around is present on his face. That same smile you would kill for. You rolled your eyes at him. Putting your phone in your butt pocket and smiling at the other operators. 

“I think this is a good stopping point. We’ll have another meeting soon. Hopefully everyone will be here.”  

Your voice carried in the empty room. It was louder than you expected it to be, you could hear the sleepiness in it. Your eyes felt even heavier as you closed out the meeting. They left, leaving you to stand in the room of silence. Your hands found your temps and started to rub them. Eyes closed as you attempted to think, trying to think about anything other than the sleepiness and the small and low pound of your head. Every time you tried to open your eyes it increased the small pounding in your head. You just needed to get back to your office, grab your things and go home. You sighed, deciding that now was your chance to go. You took off, finding your way back to your regular floor and your office. It was dark, the light turned off as you entered and it was so enjoyable. No bright white fluorescent light burning your eyes. The weight on your shoulders lifts as you feel the comfort of your office. You stood there for a while. Taking in the now quiet floor, no loud shoes or chatter or talking, just pure silence and the occasional buzz from those god forsaken lights. You crossed it out of your mind, attempting to find comfort in the slight buzz that normally would irritate you. Your hand finding the light switch and flipping it. That same buzz became louder. 

Your feet carrying you behind your desk, bending down to get your bag from its hiding spot. You moved far too quickly. Standing up straight, your head started to spin. A simple sign that your body was once again telling you the limits. Limits that you can easily cure with some tylenol. Your hand reached into your bag, searching for the small little bottle you keep for instances like this one. Your fingers grazing it until finally pulling it out. You shook it, and it had no rattle, not a single sign that there were pills in there. Your 15th sigh was let out, your brain trying to figure out a new game plan. The thought of just stopping at a store on your way home was a good one. Why do that when you just stop by Doc’s office, or whatever he calls it, and then go home with no headache and maybe a bottle of cold water. 

You decided that's what you’ll do, just go check if he was there, get your medicine and then take you leave until Monday. You once again found your way in the hallway. Closing your door behind you and locking it. You walked to that same elevator, pressed the button and then waited. The door opened with no problem this time, the familiar wood colored wall meeting your eyes, no figure of a man or a man shaped wall. You smiled to yourself, stepping into the elevator and pressing the button to the Medical floor. The doors opened and you were met with almost darkness. Most of the overhead lights were turned off, every three or four had one singular bar on them. Giving the hallway and side rooms a creepy glow to them. You turned the last corner to get to the door labeled “Dr. Kateb”. The door was left open, the lights off leaving only the light from his desk lamp to illuminate the floor and desk. You peaked your head in, he sat in his chair. A pen in hand, and a confused but pleased look on his face. 

“I thought I heard someone.” 

His voice is quiet, almost a whisper. He looks down at the paper he’s writing on. Finishing his sentence before putting the pen down. He returned his gaze to you. 

“Sorry, I don’t mean to bother you.” 

“You’re not, Can I help you with something?” 

He smiles up at you. You almost melted, a simple smile is causing you to feel butterflies and almost make you feel like your back in high school. You let out a small ‘oh’ before speaking again. 

“I came to get some medicine. Like Tylenol, I was going to take some before leaving but I don’t have anymore.” 

You kinda just stood there, awkwardly. Your headache is proving to be more of a problem than you thought. You felt awkward standing in front of the operator. Your eyes almost squinting as you tried to not let the light from his desk lamp fuck with you. He stood, humming as he walked to a medicine cabinet on the wall. His back was facing you, hands up as he picked up different orange and white colored bottles. He seemed to be taking a bit longer than you thought hd’s normally take. Maybe he couldn’t see. You looked for the overhead light switch. If he had light, he’d be able to find the correct medicine to help your headache. The switch was on the wall closest to his desk, a bit farther into the room. Your hand reached for it and the overhead light shined brightly. 

“Oh, Merci.” 

You hummed. Now stood between his desk and a wall. His chair is a little less than a foot away from you. Your bag found it a nice place on his desk as you waited patiently for him to turn around. 

“Mon plaisir quotidien, what kind of headache are you feeling?” 

You sighed, placing your hands on your hips as you thought. 

“I think it’s just a basic headache, but I wanted to stop it before it got out of hand.” 

He hummed, picking through a few bottles before deciding on a simple one. He finally turns around with two different paper cups, a small and a large one. He hands them to you. Taking them you thanked him. Watching as he stood in the space between you and his desk. Casually leaning back into it with his arms crossed over his chest. He watched you throw your head back and take the pills. You turned back to him, the powder from the pills tainted the water. Causing you to make a face as you handed him the two paper cups. 

“Stay here for a while. In case you have some sort of reaction to the medicine and just to make sure your headache dies down. Also, I just want to make sure you don't fall asleep while driving.”

He kept that same soft voice. Tilting his head every now and then to get his point across. He was silly. His actions cause you to smile, even let out a soft chuckle. He’s sweet, well he has to be sweet. Most doctors have to be sweet, but he’s more than just a doctor. He carries a gun and wears a bulletproof vest, so of course he’s more than just a doctor. He’s a soldier, a soldier that looks a little too good to constantly be hidden by masks and heavy gear. Gear that probably weighs a quarter of his body weight. He’s a different kind of doctor and a different kind of soldier. 

He catches you staring, he doesn’t seem bothered though. He’s caught you staring at him a few times today. It’s interesting watching you get distracted by just simply looking at him, watching as your pupils dilate and even watching as you take a deep breath in with unfocused eyes. He hasn’t done anything about it, no thought, just let you stare until you finally get a grip on yourself. He could do anything, walk away, grab your arm or hand, he could pull your face to finally meet him but he doesn’t. He just stares back at you, chocolate eyes observing every detail, from the way your hair falls to the way you hold your hands when thinking about something deep. He just can’t help himself when it comes to staring at certain things, your lips are a constant feature he loves. Wishing he could just place his own lips on your with no consequences to his actions. Wishing he could just run his thumb over your bottom lip. It was a wish and wishes don’t come true. At least he thinks so. 

You are too lost in thought to recognize his movement. Hands moving to grab at your arms. Pulling you closer to him, where you now stand between his legs as he is leaned and almost sitting on his desk. One of his hands comes up to grab your chin, pulling your head up to meet his gaze. 

“What’s on that mind of yours, Mon plaisir quotidien.” 

You blinked, your mind finally coming to you. Your eyes focused on his face. The way he smirks at you and has a look of want in his eyes. Those same cocoa orbs that you constantly find watching you, thick eyebrows knitting together as he’d listen to you talk about god fucking knows what. It doesn’t matter, he’d listen to you talk about anything if it meant he’d have free rain to just stare at you. 

You have no idea who to respond to him. Attentive eyes watching you for any signs that you didn’t want this. It was intimidating, but not unwanted. A constant thought in the back of your head that you’d let this man do anything to you. A thought that you should not have for a coworker, let alone someone in this field of work, but things happen. Humans are humans and feelings are bound to happen when you two work so close. So close that outsiders think you two are already fucking on the downlow and just won’t say anything. But people know you two hold far too high standards for yourselves, so nothing will come from your lingering touches and longing stares. At least that's what they think. 

This line of work is hard, so higher ups constantly recommend that field operators, and those on the field, regularly see someone for their thoughts. In other words, this field is bound to have emotional constipated workers and operators.  After long and hard days like these, constant in and out of meetings, briefings and even the field. So this could just be seen as relieving some stress, yeah.

You seem to have found your confidence, your brain running all the possible way this could go. Treating it like a diplomatic problem that can ruin careers, friendships, trust and even field operations. Of course you wanted to think about it before acting on such actions that would potentially tear you two apart. You’re no longer a teenager, who can make a mistake sleeping with someone and then run away and act like it didn’t happen. You are an adult, a full grown adult, someone who would like to think about her options and actions before acting. You’re treating this moment with the utmost care. You like this coworker, have seen dreams of living a fulfilling life with, but is it worth it? 

You pause, blinking your eyes into focus at the doctor. You own voice ringing in your brain ‘Oh fuck it’. Your arms snaking around his neck as you smile at him. 

“You’re on my mind, Dr. Kateb.” 

The name has a nice ring to it coming from your mouth. It’s almost like he’s never heard it. You’ve called all types of names, playful ones, joking ones, professional ones, but this one. It just sounds so heavenly coming from you. He needs to hear it again. His hands find their place on your hips, it’s almost like they were made to be here. 

“Is that so?” 

You hum, nodding. His hands start to run up your sides. The actions tickling, a soft giggle is followed after. Your fingers finding their way into the hairs on the nape of his neck. Slowly sliding up into them a little farther. Your index fingers playing with the short and long hairs there. He raised his head a bit. That same melting smile came across his face as he let out his own little chuckle. 

“Took you long enough. Thought you were to just stare the entire time.” 

His jokes caused you to smile, which soon became a giggle. Your body leaned into him a bit more as you tilted your head at him. 

“Maybe I should, that seems to be the only thing you do.” 

“That’s different, you my corporate ambassador.” 

You fake gasps at him. 

“How dare you, I am more than just your corporate ambassador.” 

He let out that rumbly low chuckle again. The one you can feel travel from his arms and down to your torso. Send vibrations all over your body in a fuzzy feeling, it was too nice. 

“Oh my apologies. My corporate plaything. Is that better?” 

You threw your head back, sighing before you laughed again. 

“Of course, I’m a plaything yet we havn;t even kissed yet. Quite Interesting Dr. Kateb.” 

There it was, the use of his doctorate degree. One of the only few prominent people in his life that uses it. Patients do it all the time, but you’re just doing it for fun. Fun that might get his gears turning, that’s if they haven't been turning already. 

“Oh no! I do have the greatest remedy for this.” 

He says, faux urgency in his voice. He puts on his best dreamy smile as he moves one hand from your hip and back to your chin. He takes this opportunity to run his thumb over your bottom lip. Your jaw goes slack for a second there. Watching as you attempted to hold yourself back from licking his thumb. It's a sight, a sight that he’s constantly thought about, a sight that is finally becoming a reality. He pulls his thumb down, draggin your lip with it. He held it for a second, before lifting a bit to let go. He was now back to holding your chin. His eyes flickering between your lips and dilated pupils. He didn’t hold back, lips clashing onto your own in a matter of seconds. Your lips slotted together like a perfect puzzle piece, a puzzle piece that turned into one kiss and then another. Which led his lips to trial down, moving from the side of your lips, to your cheek, which soon ran to your jaw and finally finding the soft and plush skin on your neck. Your fingers find their way further into his hair. Your own head leaning back to give the doctor more room to work with. His own hands finding their way down, holding your hips and pulling you further into him. He has to have you as close as possible and the next step was to have you in his lap, but he wasn’t there yet. 

His hands no longer found your hips to be entertaining enough, they traveled up, pulling your shirt out of your pants in the process. Finally finding a resting spot a little bit under your chest. His kisses moved to your collarbone, planting one kiss before his hands started to move again. He pulled back, placing a kiss on your lips to distract you. Fingers finding the small white buttons of your button up shirt, starting from the bottom and moving up. He occasionally looked down to make sure he didn't skip any buttons. Leaning back to get a better look at you, your chest on full display for him. His eyes staring holes into you, he just wants to remember this moment. 

“My my, you’ve been hiding yourself from me for far too long.” 

You smiled, a giggly feeling bubbling in you at his words. Your hands fell from his shoulders, moving to take the flimsy white fabric off. Your hands bawling the fabric up before throwing it on the desk. In your free moment, your hands found their way to his thighs, leaning onto your arms softly as you leaned into him. 

“Enough about me,” 

You’re out of words, out of thoughts that aren’t about him bending you over a desk and fucking you senseless. All you could think about was him. Your hands ran up his thighs, fingers grabbing at the leather belt. Slowly your hands make their way to the buckle, slowly undoing it. Its rattling echoing off the pale walls, it's loud in your ears. Sounding along with your own heartbeat, a constant reminder that what you were doing was not work appropriate, so inappropriate. Inappropriate enough to give you the idea of getting on your knees. Your fingers move to undo the pants button, stopping before actually doing it. The very visible, and growing, outline of his cock showing. You ran a finger over it, earning a slight hitch in his breathing. His hands resting on the edge of the desk. His hands work their way through his clothing. He’d occasionally look up at you, almost like he was giving you a ‘are you sure’ look, but you didn’t and weren’t going to stop. You are 100% sure about this and nothing was going to change that. 

You dropped to your knees, the cold from the tiles seeping through your pants fabric. It sent chills up your spine. Your fingers quickly undo his pants, dipping into them and pulling a bit. A desire to just have him in your mouth came over you. Your fingers moved faster than you were expecting. Dipping into his boxers and pulling his dick out. Your hand still wrapped around it. You leaned in, giving the tip a small kiss. He took a deep breath in, hands balled into fist on the desktop. 

You did the same action again, but not leaving, giving small kitten licks. You repeated this action a few more times. Your eyes looking up at him through your lashes. His eyes were half lidded, lips parted a bit, and those same chocolate eyes watching your every move. You went further, lips wrapping around the head and giving a slight suck. Slowly, you inch the entire thing into your mouth and down your throat. The male in front of you now lets out low moans in between huffs and gasps. His hands jumble up in your hair, running your ‘work’ hair, pushing and pulling your head up and down in order to have some control over the pace. A pace that seemed to be wreaking the normal well-configured doctor. Your hands were placed on his knees, an attempt to steady yourself on the cold and slippery flooring. Your eyes found their way up, looking at the man enjoying himself above you. His head thrown back, his fingers giving your hair a slight tug. A hand moved from his knee, wrapping around the base of his cock. Your hand moving with your head, twisting and squeezing when he least was expecting it. You had the man moaning, almost losing himself in that very moment. His grip in your hair tightening as he pulls up and off him. A little chuckle coming from him. 

“Oh no, not yet belle.” 

Voice breathy as he tries to get you up on your feet again. You weren’t listening to him, hand still wrapped around his cock, generously pumping it. A devious look in your eyes as you smiled up at him. 

“Why not, one won’t hurt.” 

You knew he was close. You could feel his thigh muscles tensing under your fingertips. He knew he wouldn’t last long if you continued, he wished for you to stop and let him last a little longer for the session. You two would have many more sessions after this, hopefully, so there was plenty of time for you to get him off with your mouth. Your hand was at a slow pace, batting your eyelashes up at him. 

“It’s just to relieve some stress, yeah? It won't hurt your baby.” 

The pet name had him twitching in your hand. Your smile grows wider, you pace picking up slightly as you speak again.

“See, your friend thinks so too.” 

Your mouth is going to meet the tip of his cock. Giving it a nice long strip down and then back up again before continuing to suck and jerk him off. A string of french curse words left his mouth. His falling back on the desk again, his head tilted up a bit as he lets out a heavenly mix of groans and moans. Your hand gives him a few more twists before tightening and bobbing with your head. His breathing became uneven as he head fell back. His orgasmhitting him in a big wave. The feeling of him coming down your throat causing you to hum. The vibrations traveling down to him, a breathy and unsteady moan leaving him. You finally let go of him, sitting up and whipping your mouth with the back of your hand. His head fell forward, eyes still closed. A sigh leaving him after a curse. 

“See my love, that didn’t hurt now it did.”

Your voice soft in the beginning before turning into a mock. Hands finding their way to cup his cheeks, angling his head up to look at you.

“No” 

 Half lidded chocolate eyes looking even more tired than before. You wondered if this was the end of the inappropriate exchange, a payment for giving you medicine and fixing that ache you had in your head. He looked tired, too tired to even return the favor right now. You smiled at him, thumbs rubbing the skin under his eyes. He grabbed at your wrist with one hand, pulling you into a kiss. You went to pull back, almost stepping away fully when he grabbed at you again. 

“I’m not done. It’s your turn.” 

Hands pulling you back towards you. His fingers played with the fabric of your pants.

“Take these off.” 

It was a command, his voice almost sounding harsh. A sharp contrast to how he had spoken earlier. You obeyed, fingers unbinding you from the dress pants you wore. You quickly pulled them off from around your ankles. He exhaled, eyes taking in your body with nothing but your undergarments on. He fully stood up, hands grabbing at your jaw and pulling you up for an intoxicating kiss. Lips moving in a synchronized motion as he moves you grab at your thighs, pulling you up to his waist as he walks backwards. He sat down in his office chair. Your knees on either side of his hips. You try to pull back for air, only getting a few seconds before you push your back towards him. He quickly gave your multiple kisses. You're grabbing at the collar of his shirt. All of a sudden you were reminded that he still had all his clothes on, while you sat almost naked in his lap. Your hands trailing down to undo his shirt. The movement wasn’t unnoticed. His hands leave you to grab at the bottom of the fabric and pull up, your lips detaching for only a second before he returns his back to yours. 

A hand found its way down, cupping your clothed cunt. His middle finger rubbing the growing damp spot on your pantie. A whimper leaving you as he pulled the finger up to your clit. Moving in circles, you started grinding your hip on his hand. You were in desperate need of friction, you need more than just friction you need him. Fingers getting tired of rubbing over the same spots on your, now soaked, panties. He pulled them aside, dipping his fingertips into your wet slit and dragging them back and forth. Giving circles to your clit and your entrance. You let go of the kiss for a second, taking the time to get air and let out small whimpers. Soft pants and huffs leaving you, He was simply just rubbing, moving his finger back and forth. He soon gave into temptation and pushed a finger into your pussy. Earning him a louder whimper. God he couldn’t get enough of you, slowly pumping his one finger in and out. You were wet and sensitive, unable to help the noises coming from you as he fingered you. It was only one and you already sounded heavenly, which only leads to the thought of how good you sound with more than one finger, and then how would you sound with his cock in you. 

He pushes another finger in, slowing in pace to let you get adjusted to the stretch. Your teeth are gritted and your eyes closed, you were trying to not be loud. Afraid of getting caught by someone cleaning the floors, or an overtime worker. Your hands were resting on his shoulders. You're grinding your hips down, trying to meet with his fingers in a desperate attempt to reach a high. He picks up his pace, fingers curving at a certain point that sends shivers down your spine. Your mouth is left agape, allowing for low moans and whimpers to come from you. 

“There you go. That’s my girl, enjoy yourself.” 

You cunt tightened around his fingers, his words have far more of an affect then he thought they would. Your grinding picked up pace, your moans picking up in pitch as you got closer. Orgasm right around the corner, you could feel it. That familiar knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter. He moved his hand, positioning it just right so he can give you clit light circles, an action that you would soon find out to be your downfall. It didn’t take long for you to collapse, eyes squeezing shut and legs trying their hardest to close around his hand. Your orgasm hitting you harder than you were expecting it. An extreme consequence for not tending to your sexual needs. Your shoulders slump, muscles relaxing as you swallow. You lean in, resting your head on his shoulder. He lets you rest for a second, unaware of the next turn of events. 

“You took ‘enjoy yourself’ seriously, belle.” 

You let out almost a chuckle. 

“I just obey my commands.” 

He laughs, planting a kiss on your shoulder. You sat up when you caught your breath. Hands finding their way to the side of his head, giving him a long and deserving kiss after fingering you that good. You feel like a kiss isn’t enough, an unbalanced payment system. You lean in to kiss him, hand reaching between you two for his cock. Lifting your hips to align you above him. You’ll slowly sink down onto him, A moan leaving you as your cunt is still sensitive, while a low rumbly groan leaves Gustave. You feel so full, your cunt stretched as far as it could go. You’ll stay still after he bottom outs in you. His eyes squeezed shut, your cunt tighter than he could have ever imagined. He lets out a quite fuck, hands pulling and pushing on your hips to get you to move. He was dying over there, cock being squeezed like he’s never felt before.

You’ll slowly start to move, picking up your hips and lowering them. His hands provide assistance in holding you up. Allowing you to not use all your stamina in the beginning, but with how it's looking you two won’t be lasting long like this. You’re starting to get a pace, hands sliding from his shoulders and into his hair. Locking tightly onto his hair and giving it slight tugs, He seemed to be enjoying having his hair pulled. His groans turn into a moan every time you pull. The image was giving you a power high, the feeling of his cock hitting the right stops and just having so much power over his pleasure was getting to your head. The Dr. Kateb enjoys being a freak in his free time, who truly would have thought. You open your mouth to speak, but only letting out a string of moans in place of words. You just whimpered, smiling down at the man as you bounced on his cock. 

“Enjoying,” 

You pause, letting out a few moans as you gather the rest of the words. 

“Yourself Dr. Kateb.” 

His cock twitching inside of you as he whimpered. A sound you haven't heard. You smiled wider, a boost of confidence coming over you. 

“Using your ambassador for stress relief, baby.” 

He tried nodding his head, a failed attempt causing him to let out more moans and groans. His hands started pulling you down to meet his bucking hips. Fucking the words out of you in a second. You cursed, unprepared to be met with such pleasure. Maybe it was a bad idea to tease a military man. His sheer size and mass was enough to man handle you, and that's what he’ll do. He’ll sit there and manhandle your orgasm out of you. Hands now just holding you up, thrusting up into you. The burn in your muscle turned into more pleasure as you no longer had to do most of the work. His pace is hard enough to send vibrations to your clit, furthering your own pleasure in the process. You let out a long moan. The familiar knott from before returning with a vengeance. The same vengeance that is seeming to be your downfall. You curse, pornographic moans coming from your mouth. 

“Close,” 

Is all you’re able to stutter out, hands letting go of his hair. You angled his head up at you for a kiss, a desperate kiss. He returned it, feeling the desperation in it. He won’t let up his pace, hips smacking up into you. Your pull away from the kiss, unable to keep it going, unable to use it to muffle your loud moans. You rest your forehead against his, eyes squeezed shut. Your jaw loose as you let out high pitched noises in places of moans. The knot in your stomach snapping. A high pitched moan leaves you as you orgasm shakes through your body. He harshly brings your hips back down on him one last time, before letting out a loud groan as he finishes inside you. He continues to hip your hips for you, allowing you to ride out that shaking orgasm. Slowing down until you were just slightly grinding on him. Nothing but the sound of you two breathing could be heard. You slumped into his shoulder, hands leaving the sides of his head. You can almost hear his heartbeat. The fast paced rhythm matching your own, causing you to smile to yourself. 

You two stay that way for a while, unable to move from the fatigue of your activities and the week finally hitting. Seeping into your bones like a cold wind. It’s comforting being in his arms. Large arms linked around you to secure you to him, almost like if he lets go you’ll disappear. 

“That’s one way to let out frustrations and stress.” 

He hums, a large hand finding its way to rub you back.

“We should do it again sometime. Mon plaisir quotidien.” 

You laugh, humming in agreement. You should get dressed, clean up the office and then head home, but you know the moment you move you’ll regret it. Miss the feeling of his arms around you. 

“Let's get you cleaned up.” He sits up with you, an arm reaching for your dress shirt on the desk. You sit up and allow him to put it on you, your own fingers moving to do the buttons. He follows suit, fixing his own shirt. You’re soon faced with the problem of having to get your pants on, which means leaving his warm and cock behind until next time. He can see you thinking about it, deciding if getting dressed was really worth it. 

“I’ll always be here, Belle.” 

You sighed, eyes meeting him. He’s not lying, this was an enjoyable experience for him too. You nodded, he was right, an ‘until next time moment’. You moved, both groaning at the loss of warmth. You fix your panties and then grab at your pants. Sliding them on. You move to grab your things, fix your hair and put on your coat. You wait at the door. Watching as he fixes himself and then starts to move. Putting things back into order. He soon joins you, turning off the light and smiling down at you. 

“Maybe dinner before? Next time, of course. A proper date.”

He’s not asking, he’s telling you. Which makes you smile, agreeing with the idea. 

[writingmydelusions]

Flirting with Gustave “Doc” Kateb

-He’s not thrown off or flustered by your random acts of kindness, it seemed like. But he was willing to spend more time with you, viewing you as a trustworthy person.

-Over time, you ask for permission to touch him on the shoulder, arm, you ask to hold his hand..

-This would require some patience on your part.

-You do this more and more often. Eventually, he has to ask you why exactly you liked touching him so much and what you saw in him.

-You reply by kissing his cheek. It takes a while for him to realize what this meant and blush hard at your kiss.

-you weren’t expecting much in return. You were an lovebug who freely gave out affection to anyone you liked.

-You end up hugging.

-He falls asleep in your office not long after, having slumped into your arms after a long day and a nice kiss.

[vampsquerade]

Doc helping a reader with ptsd headcanons?

yes of course! i hope you don’t mind but i’ll be using a few things that some of my therapists have given me to handle my own symptoms of PTSD (they’re kinda sprinkled in there via the way i am treated for it as well by family members and friends)

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Doc Headcanons: Reader with PTSD

Trigger Warnings: PTSD, crying, mentions of episodes, slight implication to self-harm (no real reference, but there is reference to treatment of it), insomnia, nightmares, unwanted memories

☆ Gustave has dealt with people who have suffered most of the intense effects of PTSD, many of which being his own colleagues

☆ When he found out you had PTSD, he had asked you what symptoms you had and what effects you’d gotten from it

☆ He does his best to try and help understand your situation, he and Harry making sure you’re monitored and taken care of in the case that your effects are on the more extreme side

☆ Gustave also does his best to comfort you, giving you first words of reassurance before then evolving into the friendship you two now have

☆ He’s slept next to you from time to time, urging you to wake him in case you had severe nightmares and unwanted memories of the event that caused your PTSD

☆ Gustave is aware PTSD could never really be cured, but it can be treated with patience and proper care

☆ He would have to gently get you to at least try and sleep, as you would go through bouts of insomnia in order to avoid the nightmares and memories in your sleep

☆ If he couldn’t get you to sleep, Gustave would just have you lay in the infirmary with him while he did some work

☆ Whenever he finds you crying after an episode, Gustave will sit next to you and pull you into an embrace, promising you that you’ve escaped that event

☆ Makes sure you don’t harm yourself in any way, and if you have, Gustave always patches you up

☆ Gustave often also has you exercise with him, and he always makes sure that he doesn’t stress you out this way

☆ Frequently reminds you to take your medication, keep yourself hydrated, and rested as well as you can despite the circumstances

☆ Gustave has most definitely also bought you a weighted stuffed animal, just in case he wasn’t here to keep you company

[konigsprinzessin]

Spetsnaz as dads

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

timur glazkov;

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

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

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

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

scolds his children for swearing.

maxim basuda ;

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

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

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

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

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

shuhrat kessikbayev ;

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

your children steal his ushanka especially in the winter.

bedtime stories galore, especially the ones from his childhood.

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

"ice is just frozen vodka!" and such.

alexsandr senaviev ;

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

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

gives the biggest and warmest hugs.

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

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

[chaotic-am]

HI!! i was wondering, if your requests are open ofc, for some hcs for jager, doc, and smoke with a s/o who is mourning the passing of a friend who took their life ! maybe things like first finding out/ seeing the news of it online together, the funeral etc. please and tysm!!! (just bc i kinda need some comfort lol :') )

Am I so sorry I took a long break from this app.

Hope you enjoy.

You sat on the couch, staring blankly at the wall in front of you. The phone call you had just received was still ringing in your ears. Your friend, someone you had known since childhood, had taken their own life. You were in shock, unable to process what had happened.

As you sat there, tears streaming down your face, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked up to see Doc, your boyfriend, looking at you with concern in his eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked gently.

You could barely get the words out. "M-my friend...they're gone. They...took their own life."

Doc's expression softened, and he pulled you into a tight embrace. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. "I'm here for you, whatever you need."

You clung to him, feeling a sense of comfort in his arms. You had always been grateful for his support, but never more than in this moment.

As the days went by, Doc was a constant presence by your side. He helped you plan the funeral, listened as you talked about your memories of your friend, and held you as you cried.

But as the shock began to wear off, the grief set in. You couldn't help but feel a deep sense of guilt, wondering if there was anything you could have done to prevent your friend's death.

Doc noticed the change in your demeanor, and he tried to reassure you. "You couldn't have known," he said. "You were a good friend to them, and you did everything you could."

But the words didn't seem to make a difference. You felt lost in a sea of sadness, unable to find your way back to shore.

Doc, ever the problem-solver, began researching ways to help you cope with your grief. He suggested therapy, and even went with you to your first few sessions.

Slowly but surely, you began to find your way out of the darkness. Doc was there every step of the way, supporting you and loving you through it all.

You knew that your friend would never truly be gone, as long as you held their memory close to your heart. And with Doc by your side, you felt confident that you could navigate any storm that came your way.

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DILF! Gustave "Doc" Kateb Headcanon

Gustave "Doc" Kateb x Gn! Reader

MDNI W: Fluff, Slight Angst, Adoptive parent, Single Parent Reader, Divorced Reader

Gustave had never put too much thought in having children even though he grew up in a big family with children always running around the family home.

He's dated people who have discussed wanting to be parents but he's broken up those relationships as he has never felt like he needed to be a parent or wanted to go through that journey.

Once he joined Rainbow he fully prepared himself to spend the rest of his life single. There was no time nor need for him to be with someone anymore as his work took most of his time.

Gustave is the first to greet you when you join Rainbow and is the first to ask you if you'd like to join him and his team.

Gustave is smitten with you and the more he spends time with you, the more his heart tells him he needs to be yours.

He's a gentleman, never once pushing you to accept his offers to dates and respecting that you were somewhat private.

When you both start dating, he finds out that you have children. You explain that they're your priority and that if he doesn't want to be with you because that's a deal breaker it's completely fine.

He thinks about it. Children should be every parent's priority and be it he has never had children or planned to have kids, you were someone he deeply loved and wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

You explained that you were divorced, your kids were the only family you had. He watched you as you wiped away tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes. He didn't understand the fear of possibly not being there for your children but he understood it in the same way he feared not being able to see his family again.

When he met your kids he was ecstatic. He never thought meeting your family would have him internally jittering with anxiety and joy.

Your kids were grand. They had their own thoughts, opinions, they were aware of what you did for work and how dedicated you were to them.

Your children embraced him over time and started asking for his presence when they did things.

Their hobbies were ones that he participated in mainly so he could learn more about them but also because they requested for him specifically.

It took little effort for him to also love your children like you did. They were amazing, they were young intelligent people with their own ambitions.

Gustave felt like his heart was filled to the brim for love for you and your family and it only managed to implode when your children called him "Dad".

This was the new him. A father chosen by his now children.

He wears the dad shorts, the slides with the long socks.

Decides to wake up early and ask everyone in the house if they want to get up and workout with him.

You and your children had to deal with dad jokes at every moment and at all hours.

This was peaceful even if you were both still working for Rainbow.

Gustave now had a new reason to work harder. He had kids to look forward to seeing again, kids who held him to a standard, and young kids who wanted his presence.

He regretted nothing in his life if it meant it would lead him to eventually have this family.

[chadillacboseman]

Saw the reblog, and I figured I'd indulge you XD

🔞 for Doc?

>:)

Doc likes when you take control- he's used to being the lead in the field and in training all day long. There's no better view, in his eyes, than you on top of him, riding and telling him to keep his hands to himself.

[itznox]

I was really busy so this is all I got haha

Just some general HCs I got about few r6s characters

Blitz

Would place small kisses all over your face when proud about something you did

WILL ruffle your hair

If you ask him to help you learn German, he'll laugh joke around if you're learning it for him, after all that teasing and joking, he'll actually help you. As a mentor he's very laid back, gives you notes on how to remember something and when your german is good enough he'll make you watch some german tv shows he's grown up with

Doc

Gives the best hugs I swear

Will scold you if you don't take care of yourself

Mom friend™

If you ask him to help you learn French, he'll be a patient mentor and be happy you're trying to improve your knowledge. Will recommend literature as well as randomly ask you something in French for you to refresh your memory with

Will be extremely thankful if you help him with his work

That can vary from not getting injured to bringing him coffee to helping him clean up or finish paperwork

Kapkan

Pretty cold and distant, however if you do manage to get close enough, he'll turn into an older brother haha. I wouldn't be surprised if he liked poetry, he strikes me as a person who finds emotion-lead literature intriguing and relaxing. Should you pick up on learning Russian and asking for help, he's a bit surprised as of why would you do this, but agrees. (you can't have too many skills hehe) Will test you at random times to keep your skills sharp as well

Glaz

As for Glaz, if you happen to be an artist you two would spend so much time painting/drawing random things for fun, observing what styles and techniques the other uses. (as an artist myself, I'm really curious about Glaz's paintings) And if you're not an artist but interested in art he'll gladly teach you :D

[gloomiebearwritings]

any headcanons for how doc would react to someone flirting with him?

+_+ Absolutely!! I went a little far and added a small blurb to it too! Hope ya like 'em!! ❤❤❤

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He honestly wouldn’t really notice at first, coming off as a bit dense and/or aloof about the situation- but really, he just doesn’t realize your motives 

Sometimes it seemed like he was too distracted to really understand the more subtle attempts at flirting, often taking it as just being playful- even sometimes returning the playfulness with his own

It’s not until you start being more straight forward with it that it finally hit him, the tips of his ears darkening as he’d stumble over himself

He sat there, looking up at you with widened eyes, twisting the pen between his index finger and thumb- his cheeks and tips of the ears were darkened as he quickly averted his eyes. Setting the pen down next to the papers he’d been trying to organize he finally spoke up…“Y/N… you’re a bit bolder than I thought.” he said, attempting to sound professional considering you were sitting on the exam table next to him. His handsome eyes bounced between you and just about anything else in the room that he could pretend was more interesting- though it was quite obvious he was flustered. 

At first it seemed like he was agitated, maybe even huffy while his back was turned to you- but the moment he turned to face you his eyes were soft and his overall expression being calmer than his voice let on. Removing his gloves, he stepped closer, placing his hands on either side of your legs…”Is this alright?” he questions, waiting for your approval before moving closer between your knees. He broke the moment silence between the two of you with a light chuckle, saying he felt stupid for not understanding your more subtle hints before…”It’s a shame you had to be so blunt about it but… if it makes you feel any better- the feeling’s mutual.”

[itsohh]

Reuniting with Isekaied R6S Operators

A/N: Female reader, for Doc, Fuze, Tachanka, Fuze and Ash. Takes place at the end of CR-8.

Word count: 2664

Warnings: None

Doc

It had been a long time since you saw such a sight on your teammates' faces. Not quite hope but pure happiness. To see Ela was nothing short of a miracle, you could still remember the message coming through. As glad as you were to see her, your eyes searched the scene behind her. 

The gallery hadn't been spared any kindness, destruction crumbled the scene and people littered the area but no one seemed to be too hurt. Smiles of relief were upon them and your eyes finally found what you had been searching for. Of course, he was helping someone. A person who looked like they had passed out, but by his actions it didn't seem like your lover seemed too concerned. 

“Gustave!” You called out his name and cut off Alexsandr who had been talking to Ela. Their heads turned towards you and watched when Gustave’s head snapped towards the sound of your voice. His eyes locked onto your face and his face softened. He stood from his crouched position and he spoke your name. You couldn't hear it, but you could recognise the shape on his lips. 

The pair of you stared at each other for a moment, as if one of you moved the other would disappear. He was the one to break the staring competition and approach you. Casually he walked up to the group and joined you all. “I finally found you.” He smiled and didn't stop his approach until he was directly in front of you. His hand reached for your face and you felt the familiar latex gloves on your face. Gustave frowned for a moment and removed his hand much to your own confusion. 

With the snap of his glove, he removed it with his other hand and once again that hand was on your face. This time his warmth from his hand had you hum and press into his touch. “Much better.”

Your hand raised and covered his, not to push it away but to hold onto when you leaned into his touch. His thumb brushed out and pushed away the tear that had started to roll down your face and you let out a choked laugh. “You're trapped here now…”

“Perhaps but there's no one else I'd rather be trapped with, mon chère.”

A bittersweet smile formed on your face and Gustave’s hand slipped down with yours. His fingers turned and tangled between yours. The distant but never quite forgotten feel of his lips pressed against yours. Slow and gentle. You didn't rush the man and savoured the feel of his soft lips against your own. 

Slowly he pulled back just so your lips were parted, noses still touching. “Je ne peux pas vivre sans toi.” His voice was a whisper against yours, each word he spoke had his lips brush against yours while his grip on your hand tightened, he didn't want to let you go.

“I can't live without you either.” 

A shout pulled you from your own little world, it wasn't one of agency but Alexsandr greeting Shuhrat. The pair of you parted and Gustave looked over his shoulder to see Alexsandr wrap an arm around the man. 

A chuckle lit up Gustave’s face as he watched them. His hand pulled your hand up to his face where he planted a kiss against it. For a second he glanced towards you. A calm look was settled on his face and he looked back towards the scene. For a moment you could enjoy the peace. 

-

Fuze

Next to you, Elias had a big grin on his face, after Ela, Gustave was the first that you came across. There was a level of tiredness in his eyes. A different look from Ela who had a genuinely pissed look on her face only mitigated by the joy of seeing your group. Next was Iana. She had an almost child like wonder to her eyes. Every moment she looked about you could see the questions form in her eyes. 

If anyone was perfect for the situation they had joined you in, it was her. Shuhrat was the last to appear. His face was hidden by his usual helmet but right away you knew he spotted you when his hand dropped to his side and he froze. 

“Shuhrat!” You called his name with a big grin. Meanwhile, your heart throbbed inside. Even though you had read the reports, you didn't quite believe it. You slung your rifle over your shoulder and jogged up to the man. Despite his dislike for public affection, you couldn't help yourself. 

You wrapped your arms around him and he reacted surprisingly fast. Shuhrat instantly accepted the hug and pulled you into his chest. The action was mutual. “I missed you so much.” You mumbled into his chest. 

“When I said I would follow you anywhere this wasn't what I meant.” He huffed in your ear and you couldn't help but laugh at his reference to his wedding vow. 

“Mmm forgive me?” There was a cheeky look on your face and he squeezed you tighter. 

“Make it up to me and I'll think about it.”

The smile fell from your face and you started to pull back from him. “Shuhrat I don’t know how long it will take us to go back, we've tried and been searching. How you guys got here is kinda amazing but I can't-”

He swore quietly under his breath in Russian. “That's not what I meant.” There was a pause before he elaborated. “Stay by my side. I finally got you back I would hate to lose you again.”

“Oh!” Heat rose to your cheeks and you went to cover your face when his hand stopped you. 

“I want to see my girl.”

“Well, that's hardly fair.” You had a lighthearted tone to your voice and you gestured to his helmet.

“Go on then.” With his permission, you started to pull the helmet off his head. Shuhrat helped you with it until his head was finally clear. His brown hair was a little bit of a mess which put a smile onto your face. “Better?”

“Much.”

-

Tachanka

With the bomb threat disabled and people at a safe distance, you were free to speak your concerns. With a hushed voice, you spoke to Shuhrat as the pair of you headed to regroup with Gustave and hopefully Ela. “Pharmaceutical companies don't have the best rep.”

“Doc seemed to get along with them.” You knew who was talking about, Tequila and Catapult. 

“I don't know. They're a bit disorganised no? Even if they do have the best intentions they seem like armatures.” 

“Everyone we have encountered are armatures.” Shuhrat huffed and you couldn't help the laugh that rumbled in your throat. 

“I mean they have the biological advantage above us, imagine if they were properly organised.” You continued the conversation only for it to be interrupted by the loud echo of your name. It had your mouth snap shut and you frowned. It sounded almost like-

Your thoughts were cut off when a pair of large arms wrapped around you and lifted you in the air. Shuhrat didn't say a word but you could tell he was grinning under his helmet.  A shriek of delight left your lips as your mind caught up. “Alex!” Your wriggled in his grip and he put you down for a moment. 

The second your feet met the floor, you spun to face him and wrapped your arms over the back of his neck. You pulled him down with ease and the cool metal feel of his helmet pressed against your forehead.  “You're here… you're okay.” There was a choke from your voice as you tried to prevent yourself from crying. 

“Oh, my sweet little dear I should be the one saying that.”

“What on Earth are doing on Terra?”

“Looking for you and your squad! You guys up and vanished of course I would go after you.”

He pulled his head up and your big wet eyes followed him. Alexandr removed his glove and you soon felt his rough hand capture the tears on your cheeks. 

“Well since you’re here, I'm never letting you go again.” 

Alexsandr let go of your face and pulled off his helmet. Under it was his usual balaclava and you could properly see his warm eyes. In the corner of them, you could see how his skin creased giving away the massive grin that was covered. His helmet ungracefully fell to the floor and you couldn’t wait for him to remove the fabric. Again you pulled him down by the back of his neck.

Your lips connected with his with only the balaclava as a barrier. Alexsandr’s arms wrapped around you and picked you up again. This time he spun the pair of you around and you couldn't help but break from the kiss to let out a laugh of delight. 

Alexsandr laughed along with you, an echo that drowned out your voice with ease. “My little minx.”

-

Blitz

“These communicators don't have a long battery life.” You voiced your irritation to Iana. Anxiety about Ela’s prolonged silence gnawed at your skin, you hoped she was okay. 

“I don't know, I think she's okay and found a couple of friends.” At first, you were slightly confused at her words but she then gestured for you to stop looking at her and see what was in the distance in front of you. There was the missing squad you had all been looking for. 

Your eyes made contact with his at the same time. As you called out his, he called out yours at the exact same time. Like a Hollywood movie, the pair of you sprinted towards each other where his arms scooped you up with ease. “Elias it's really you.” 

He didn't reply but instead started to plant kisses all over your face. A laugh escaped your lips but he didn't stop. Every since piece had to be kissed. 

“Elias!” You laughed with a pathetic effort to stop him. Your attempts only encouraged the man more as his lips found your jaw and neck. “Elias-” His name cut off as you couldn't help but laugh. 

“Missed you so much.” He managed to mumble out between kisses.

“I can see that.”

“My beautiful girl, my precious little Liebling.” He pulled back suddenly and started to size you up. If it was a search for injury or just to look at you, you were unsure. The distance allowed you to briefly look behind him and see your squad mates not so subtly laughing at your expense. Even Eliza was having a good time. 

Your attention was quickly stolen once again when Elias pulled you back into his arms with his head over your shoulder. His body tensed up for a second and your pressed your lips together.

“Marry me.”

“What?!”  You pulled back from him with wide eyes and held onto his shoulders. 

Even though he was still a little tense, there was a grin on his face. A calm, loving grin and somehow even if you said no he would still be happy. 

“I was planning to ask you before all this happened.” He pulled out not a box but a small padded bag from the inside of his vest pouch. “But I couldn't find that right moment. I wanted it to be special but natural.” Elias opened the bag and pulled the ring out. “But when all this happened I couldn't help but promise myself if I ever saw you again I wouldn't waste a moment.” 

He started to lower his body and you grabbed his wrist. “I'll marry you. Of course, I'll fucking- don't go on one knee.”

“Mm?” 

“I think I'm having trouble standing and if you go down I think I'll fall.” 

That side smile on his face somehow got wider and he immediately went to stabilise you in the form of grabbing your face and pulling you into a kiss. All the tenseness left his body. 

Cheering came from behind Elias and you now realised why there was so much focus on you. Elias pulled back and wrapped an arm around your waist. “They knew?” You asked. He glanced at your hand and you rose it up so he could slide the ring on. With his free hand, he pushed away the tears that had formed under your eyes, you hadn't even realised you were crying. 

“It might have come up once or twice when I was thinking out loud.” 

“Can we even get married?”

“If your question is about Terra’s marriages, who cares? We can get Alexsandr to officiate if we have to. Then when we go back to Earth we can do all the big stuff if you want. Or we could do it Vegas style. You, me and the first Elvis we see.” He wiggled his brows and you lightly slapped his chest which only gained you a laugh from him. 

-

Ash

The dust had settled all around you but you were the last to rejoin your team. A groan left your lips as you rolled your shoulder. “Is it hurting?” Gustave asked, disapproval in his voice. He had told you countless times to hold yourself back and refrain from using your gun. 

“A little, I think it's just the muscle.” You admitted. 

Gustave freed his hands and approached you. Right away he started to feel at your shoulder. After a few moments and he nodded and his face relaxed. 

“Your discomfort is from the bruised muscles, you didn't dislocate it again.”

“Ah see I told you I'd be fine Doc.” 

The man wasn't impressed with your lack of care for the injury and sighed. 

“What are you doing here?!” A normally focused and headstrong voice interrupted your conversation. It was slightly panicked but loud. Right away your head snapped towards the voice and Gustave took a step back away from you. A few people around you looked your way but didn't dare interfere. 

“Eliza-” Your surprise was cut off when she grabbed your shoulder.

“You followed us here? We can't get back yet, you should have stayed home. You can’t-” 

A wince left your mouth at her contact on your shoulder and she immediately let go. Her eyes were hidden behind her glasses but you could imagine the look in her eyes. “And you're injured?!”

“It's just a bruise ‘Liza I'll be fine. Gustave patched me up.”

“You-

“-No, you listen here ‘Liza. You lot vanished without a fucking trace and you don't expect me to immediately jump in the first squad that goes to investigate? You're insane. Of course I followed you. You're my entire world. What would I do without you?”

Eliza went silent. Her lips parted slightly like she was going to speak only for them to close again. 

“If I have to travel across time and space to find you again, so be it. There's not a force out there that could stop me from following you.”

Seconds ticked by and she didn't say anything. She never was good with heart-to-heart situations that didn't involve anger. You took a step towards her and grabbed her hand. It was a slow and gentle action that she could easily break from at any moment. Both your hand enclosed her hand and brought it up to your lips where you placed a small kiss on her knuckles. 

“Be as mad as you like at me, I won't apologise. Not when I have you here in front of me again.”

Eliza glanced away but took a step towards you. Right away you knew what she wanted, an unspoken request. You let go of her hand and accepted her into a big hug where her head rested on your shoulder. Despite the confident leader she was, her hands trembled slightly when she grasped onto your clothing. 

“I missed you.” Her confession was quiet but you knew it meant a million words. 

“I missed you too.”

[melodygatesauthor]

Rainbow Six Siege

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Kapkan - regular

Maybe I Will See You Tomorrow? - ❤️

Kapkan - dark

Let Them Come - 😈📖✨

Fuze - dark

Enough Talk - 😈📖

All Spetz Boys - dark

A Spetsnaz Initiation - 😈📖

Jager - dark

Expect a Smooth Ride - 😈📖

Doc - dark

Always a Pleasure - 😈📖✨

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