#rainbow six siege x reader

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R6s fandom im literally gonna like haunt you guys THERE IS BARELY ANY FANFICS OF THESE MEN IN AO3 AND HECK EVEN WATTPAD?? MASKED MEN THIS MASKED MEN THAT “omg did you see cod ghos-“ HAVE YOU SEEN SPETSNAZ?? THERE ARE SO MANY HOT MILITARY MASKED MEN IN R6S TOO PLEASE IM BEGGINGG

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r6 spetsnaz head canons (SLIGHT NSFW)

my 4 favorite beefy Russian men... Just little head canons i have about how they look (for tachanka and kapkan mainly, but glaz and fuze included anyway)

CREDIT TO ALL ARTISTS WHOS ART I HAVE USED IN THIS !!

TACHANKA / ALEXSANDR SENAVIEV

He most likely has graying hair, being in his 50s I believe?? Late 40s to early 50s, this man is graying, he's been through a divorce and has like 3 kids i think. His hair is a dark brown/black with gray streaks and roots, his eyebrows having already grayed with bits of black in them still. Very salt and peppered. He definitely isn't all muscle anymore in his older age, having a bit of pudge around his stomach, hips, chest and arms. Pretty much a super fucking muscular dad bod but better cause its our lord. He might have a few stretch marks hidden in the scars from battle on his body, but isn't ashamed if you point them out. I don't see him as the type to have a beard, maybe a mustache if you think about it too hard, but I'd guess clean cut just very stubbly. but LAWD he is most definitely hairy as hell everywhere else if we ignore the animation for his elite skin and how oiled up he looks... hnnggg.... BUT he most def has very hairy legs, some chest hair but not much, gotta show off the tats, and a happy trial. He is most def packing a monster and keeps his pubes slightly trimmed, just enough to be bearable, he's getting older, he cant be bothered to be as smooth shaven as when he was young.

10/10 would chew on him like a teething toy.

KAPKAN / MAXIM BUSADA

love of my life, apple of my eye, can do no wrong, babygirl... Okay so, he's in his late 30s, not so much graying yet but def getting there. He's got dark roots and light brown ends, most likely no beard just very long stubble. 5 o'clock shadow king. He's still quite fit, not as much squish as tachanka but most def still a bit squishable. he might have slight stretch marks around his arms or thighs. HE ALSO IS SO HAIRY. Literal Russian bear, okay?? This man is a hunter, he def stays hairy because quote, "A true hunter can be an animal himself." or some mystical quote about being a true hunter like that. But he's got hairy arms and legs, chest hair and a thick happy trail leading down to barely even trimmed pubes and again an absolute monster schlong. he seems like the type to go all natural with his shaving habits, only trimming it a bit if you ask. He most definitely has lots of scars around his body, and isn't afraid to tell you about them whenever you ask.

11/10, would put him in a jar and shake it around like he was a little bug.

GLAZ / TIMUR GLAZKOV

He's 30, and DAYUM does he look good.. his hair is black, you can tell that be looking at the obvious beard thing he's got. He doesn't seem like he'd be very hairy, being i think the youngest of the 4, he stays pretty clean shaven besides the beard. Not much body hair besides legs, arms, and a thin happy trail leading down to a medium monster and very well trimmed pubes. they aren't completely shaven, but are very short. He seems like he is mostly made of lean muscle, so he isn't the squishiest but is still very soft. I don't think he's really started to get stretch marks yet, but definitely has loads of scars, considers his body a canvas and the scars the art on it that tell the story, and of those stories he will only share a few with you if you ask cause most of them he doesn't really remember how he got either. Considering he's an artist, I like to think that he'll just have mystery stains on him. Like dude, why are your fingers lime green today?? He doesn't know either, he was just simply painting.

10/10, would tape a picture of him to my pillow and hump it. (only jk guys i swear...)

FUZE / SHUHRAT KESSIKBAYEV

My favorite partially mute, weirdly closed off, awkward and most likely autistic bbg. Based off the skin where you can see his face, he is clean shaven but is another 5 o'clock shadow KING. I think he'd either have very light brown hair, or black hair, no in between. He's in his early 30s but is most def getting squishy like tachanka already. he is a big boy guys. He doesn't have the dad bod type squish like tachanka does, maybe more like a bit of a tummy and THICCCKKKKK thighs and bulky arms. He has a few stretch marks, hates them, and also hates most of the scars he has. To him, they are only a reminder that his job involves a lot of pain, some of it permanant.. *cough cough* accidentally cluster charging that hostage *cough cough*.. but he wouldn't mind telling you about a few if you were close enough with him and asked nicely (bribed him while he was drunk). Considering his face is pretty clean shaven, he probably doesn't have much body hair but definitely enough. Hairy legs, arms, a little bit of chest hair and a somewhat thick hair but thin shaped happy trail leading down to a medium but THICK LIKE THE REST OF HIM monster and an absolute mess of pubes. He seems like a lonely man, he's got no real reason to shave em, so why should he?

12/10, is autistic like me, we would go nonverbal together and do some wicked shit like have a staring contest.

[harthazard]

Stepping into the living room, you mindlessly scrolled through your phone. Ramming your foot into the corner of the couch you yelped and fell to the ground and whimpered at the aching pains. “Damn, what toe was it.” Timur asked, looking away from the tv to ensure you were badly injured. “The.. pinkie..” you cried out, climbing up the couch meekly and resting the victim foot on his lap.

“Lemme see-“ he leaned forward to examine your foot closely before looking up with a sorry expression. “Em em em..” he tutted, “looks bad. We’re gonna need to amputate.”

Your worry left at his obvious joke and giggle as he began to tingle the bottom of your foot. “Stay still lady, it’s gonna get ugly!” He called, using the remote as a bone saw.

“Sooo stupid.” You laughed off, retracting your foot from him.

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Ahhhh you’re back!!! I’m so happy to see you again! 🖤🖤 not sure if you will write for Fenrir from r6s? Some people are ok with him and others not so much. But if so could I please request either some nsfw headcanons or just a nsfw one shot of him and either a gender neutral or afab reader? Thank you so so much!

fenrir x reader (rainbow six siege)

synopsis; nsfw headcannons

genre; nsfw / 18+

words: 419

× on contrary to popular belief, fenrir leans more towards vanilla/loving sexual preference ; and he does not have much, if any, experiences with anyone else

× always eager to please his partner

× but that doesn't mean he won't use punishment as a teacher, if he deems fit, be prepared for a long night ;

sometimes he'll throw in some chemicals that act as a sex pollen, to either heighten your senses or/and increase your sexual desires, with consent of course

sensory deprivation for sure, blindfolded being his favorite among all for sure

× not an exhibitionist, he rather keep your body for his own private viewing and enjoyment

× a very verbal man during sex, either praises or degrading, sometimes he's feral side comes through and mixes both together, but it's always a good mix ;

"you're taking me so well, my darling. keep squeezing around me and i'll make sure to reward you well." Fenrir growls, his thrusts and pace unrelenting.

with your hands tied behind your back, cheeks pressed into the bed, there really wasn't much that you could say in response. all you could focus on was the feeling of Emil filling you up over and over again, his heat piercing you over and over again, pressing against all of your sweet spots.

"am i pleasuring you so well you can't even speak out a simple sentence? such a well behaved darling, letting me use your body like this." he chuckles and landed a slap on your ass cheeks, "keep still my darling, we still got a long night ahead.".

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"you taste so sweet, give me more, use me to feel good." Emil breathed out, then pulling you down into his face by holding your thighs down. having you sit on his face has always been his favorite position. your hot flesh pressed against him while his tongue works in wonders on your heat, with his fingers digging into your skin, sure to leave marks but he'll kiss it later anyway. as moans of his name leaves your mouth, you can't help but to notice his very erect cock, it's head covered in pre-cum. with your blurry vision, you leaned down to reach your mouth onto his dick, taking him into your mouth.

feeling the heat of your mouth warped around him, Fenrir lets out a deep growl, then letting go of your heat, moving his fingers takes his tongue's place, thrusting inside and out slowly while stretching you out, "such a good darling, pleasing me so good.".

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× will be romantic during special occasions, and he'll pull up all the stops, all the way from rose petals to candles and anything he feels will help set the mood

× plenty of aftercare, during both romantic and punishment sessions, he may bully you once in a while but he still loves and cherishes you very much

× for sure ties up his hair during sex

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Can I request a Jäger x reader where the reader is experiencing burnout and Marius takes care of them? Also glad to see you back :)

YES OF COURSE YOU CAN BESTIE!! i love seeing your name in my inbox it brightens my day up so much, i really hope you enjoy this one elias! 💕

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Jäger x GN!Reader: An Engineer’s Blown Fuse

Trigger warnings: burnout, mostly comfort, slight suggestive behavior

Marius is a very careful and cautious person when it comes to romance, as he becomes deeply attached to his partner. His ability to love so much for those he cares about has caused his image to be that of a clingy and mischievous man—something a good amount of people wouldn’t really appreciate. But for you? It’s everything you could ever need. Your job causes you stress all the time as you spend hours meticulously checking and making sure every single punch of a number correlates to what’s been reported. It burned you out fast with how much you had to do it over and over, often frustrating you to tears.

Tonight was one of those particularly frustrating days, causing you to yell out and push all of your paperwork over the floor. You don’t even care; neither for the papers that scatter gently across the floor, nor for the pens and pencils that a speed so fast physics causes its force to increase. Marius hears this from the living room where he’s watching a documentary on aviation. He promptly pauses it and carefully enters your room, walking as if he’s approaching a terrified animal that could bite its savior's hand at any second. “Liebling..? It’s another stressful night, ja? Come and join me in the living room—we can watch something else together to help calm you.” Marius says softly.

His hand is outstretched to you as you sit at your desk, face buried in your hands as you silently cry out your frustrations. Staring at his hand for a moment, you gently uncross your arms and carefully take hold of it. Marius gives you an affectionate and loving smile, holding onto your hand as he helps you stand on your feet. He then wraps an arm around you and walks you to sit with him on the couch. You look up at him curiously, as if you’re asking if he’s truly okay with constantly having to do this—but Marius is already giving you that reassuring and loving smile, telling you he’s okay doing anything to make you happy.

You can’t help but smile softly, sitting onto the couch first. Marius sits next to you and pulls you close to him, wrapping his arm around you. “Now then, what do you want to watch Y/N? The choice is always yours, liebling.” he says tenderly. “Um…is it okay if we just sit here in silence instead?” you ask softly. “Of course, anything for my lovely Y/N.” Marius says cheerfully. He completely turns off the TV, pulling you into his lap now. He rests your head against his chest so you could listen to the gentle beating of his heart. You fluster, eyes slightly going wide as he holds you right against him once he wrapped his arms around your lower back. Marius chuckles softly at this and you could feel his chest rumble against your ear.

“I saw that look in your eyes earlier—do you think having to comfort you when you’re burned out annoys me?” Marius asks. You sigh deeply, “Yeah…I just get so burned out easily you know? I have to do this every single day of my life because of these people doing everything wrong—I don’t even get a break on the weekends because of how long I take.” you say, irritation clear in your voice. “I don’t mind having to care for you. You know I love you a lot and nothing you could do will irritate me.” Marius reassures you. “I guess I’ll have to give them a stern scolding, then, and have them find more people to work so you’re not the one having to do this alone. Thanks to Harry’s connections, they’ll have to listen to my request.”

You laugh softly, shaking your head against his chest, “That means a lot, Marius…but couldn’t you have done that sooner?” you tease. Marius blushes furiously at this, looking away from you, “M-Maybe I should have…haha.” His laugh makes you smile; you feel completely relaxed and comforted. “And don’t worry about having to go in tomorrow. I’ll call in sick and have Harry send that request.” he says as he begins to softly rub your back. “Thank you so much…I love how kind and patient you are with me. Nobody’s ever made me as happy as you make me.” you say, joy emanating from you like rays from the sun. You lean up and trail kisses up his neck, on his jaw, and then on his lips.

Marius tenses slightly at this, his grip on you becoming instinctively tighter on you. The rest of his body then relaxes as he kisses you back, passion and affection clear in the way he does so. You then pull away from him and sigh softly. The silence is enjoyable, even more so when you’re cuddled up to Marius. He strikes the back of your hair, rubbing gentle circles into your lower back. “I love you, Marius. Thank you for being so sweet and patient with me.” You say softly, leaning up and kissing his neck and jaw. Marius sighs shakily, his grip slightly tightening on you once again. You giggle softly, nuzzling against his neck now; his breathing becomes slightly heavier when you do this and it makes you smile widely at how easy it is to tease him.

“L-Liebling, stop…please…I don’t want to get overstimulated…” Marius moans softly. You then pull away from his neck and rest against his chest again, “Whatever you say~ Just wanted to show you some of my affection—I’m so sorry.” You say playfully. “It…It’s fine, liebling…” Marius says. The two of you just relax there for a while, not even realizing you’ve fallen asleep against his chest. The way he just held you tightly, stroked your head and rubbed your back soothed you; it eased your mind and put you to sleep. Gently wrapping your legs around him, he carefully lifts you up and walks to your shared bed. Marius lays you down, taking off his hoodie so he was just in his hoodie and a pair of shorts.

Pulling you close to him, he protectively wraps his arms around your sleeping form. The movement makes you stir slightly, smiling as you realize you’re laying in bed together. “Love you…” you whisper sleepily. Marius gives you a gentle chaste kiss, before pulling away, “Ich liebe lich…” he whispers softly before closing his eyes. You instinctively hook your leg around his hip, falling asleep this way. Marius’ free hand holds onto your leg securely now, falling asleep happily as you hold onto each other in peaceful and blissful harmony together. The stresses of life can’t get you whenever Marius is around—he’ll never let it happen ever again now.

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The Spetsnaz with a Breeding Kink

Spetz Boys X f!Reader

I just couldn't help myself with this one y'all. I had to do it.

Summary: Headcanons for the Spetz boys and they want to put a baby in you...BAD.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, breeding kink, reader is not on birth control, Spetz boys do not care and will not be using condoms, p in v creampie, rough sex, cum as lube, pregnancy, reader is smol, lactation kink (minor mention)

Word Count: 1.1k

Russian Terms Used:

Printsessa = Princess

Krasivaya = Beautiful

Shuhrat "Fuze" Kessikbayev

Shuhrat is on the quieter side, so the way he enjoys this kink is a bit more subtle than others.

At first he just likes to think about what it would be like to have you carrying his baby, but he won't talk about it yet, he doesn't want to scare you away

When you start having sex, he isn't pushy, but he won't hesitate to fuck you when you even so much as mention it.

He loves to be able to see your face while he does it. He wants to see your eyes roll back and your lips parted in breathy moans while your cunt gushes over his cock.

Even more, he wants to look at you while he comes.

He's frozen when his cock is buried completely to the hilt, shooting hot ropes into you, pumping you full with every drop until he's completely drained.

He wants to make sure his dick is in as far as it can go so you don't lose a single drop.

"Look at how well you take me," he says while he thrusts up into you some more, pushing his seed further inside.

He won't pull out of you until he's fully soft and has no choice. He revels in the way you look on your back with cum dripping out of your pussy.

"I can't wait to see what you look like with a big pregnant belly." He'd say in a low tone, touching your abdomen with a large hand.

He's not done either, he's going to fuck you every night for several nights until you get a positive test, and then he isn't going to stop telling you how happy he is to know you're carrying his child.

Alexsandr "Tachanka" Senaviev

Alexsandr is a big man, and he's always loved the idea of fucking into your small frame and breeding you with his babies. When the time finally came, he was not shy about it.

His favorite way to take you is bent over, face in the mattress, with his cock buried deep inside your soaked cunt. You cried the first time, but told him to keep going anyway. Secretly he was glad you cried...he kinda liked the way it sounded.

He enjoys looking down and seeing your pussy split over his dick while he pushes in deeper and harder.

When he comes, filling you to the brim with his white heat, he loves the wet sound it makes when he fucks it into you the second he gets hard again, using it instead of lube.

It takes several hours of breeding you until he's satisfied, and you're nearly passed out from exhaustion and overstimulation.

He knows it's not likely to happen, but he's secretly hoping you'll be pregnant with quadruplets. He wants you to be as big and round as possible.

He also cannot wait for you to start lactating. The idea of replacing the crap at the store with your breast milk is what gives Alexsandr life these days.

When you do get pregnant, he's on his knees worshipping the ground you walk on, and he tells you constantly how beautiful you look all big and round with his baby in you.

Timur "Glaz" Glazkov

Timur is anything but a selfish lover, but when the thought of you carrying his child enters his mind, he can't stop thinking about it, and all the things he wants to do to you to make it happen.

It becomes almost an obsession for him, he's painting it, drawing it, it's always running through his thoughts. So when he finally gets to fuck you, you can imagine it's messy.

His mouth is all over you while he stuffs you with his cock. He's kissing you, sucking on your neck, and nipping at each breast until you're whining through each orgasm.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk, printsessa." He would say with his face buried in your neck.

He meant what he said, and he would fuck you relentlessly, taking his usually selfless nature out of the equation. He wants you good and used up, pussy dripping with excess cum.

When he's finished inside of you for the third time, and is frustrated, unable to get himself hard again, he demands that you stay on your back while he draws you like that.

"You look so good, do not move." He'll say. "Keep it inside, don't let anymore fall out."

As he draws you, he gets hard again, but won't fuck you until he's done with his work.

Maxim "Kapkan" Basuda

The usual quiet, calm, and collected Maxim goes completely feral at the thought of breeding you. The moment you mention wanting to have a kid, he's already thinking about all the ways he wants to split you open.

He always wanted to be a dad, and thinking about how good you'll look carrying his child...oh he can hardly stand it.

Like an animal in the wild he's mounting you, face down into the bed. He likes the way you sound whimpering underneath him.

When he's done bending you over every surface in your house, he then likes to take his fingers and shove the cum back into you. Any bit that's dribbled down your thighs is getting stuffed back in there.

"You have such a cute little pussy, krasivaya, so good at taking my cum." He'd tell you while pumping his thick digits in and out of you.

He's also going to have you naked as much as possible, so he can take you any time he's good and ready. You spend most of your time at home either filled with Maxim's cock, or filled with his spend.

When you are pregnant, his hands are on you almost at all times. If he can touch you, then he can protect you. He becomes very overprotective, to a point that drives you a little crazy.

He also can't stop fucking you while you're pregnant though. The feeling of sucking on your swollen tits while your cunt crushes his cock in orgasm has no comparison.

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Don't know what came over me with this one. Just had to get it out of my system. Let me know if you want me to do the other groups! I don't mind writing m!Reader if one of the groups has a woman in it (GSG9 for instance)

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Thinking of writing for kapkan from Rainbow six siege (specifically doing the self aware au with him just let me do research hehehe)

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Smoke x Reader

I haven’t written for this fandom in a long while. That being said, I still probably won’t get back to regularly writing for the fandom. At this point there are only a few operators that I feel comfortable writing for so I may periodically do them(Glaz, Smoke, Kapkan, Bandit, Blitz). 

Reader is in an established relationship with James “Smoke” Porter and is trusted with the task of taking care of his daughter when he is away. But what happens when a terrorist attack happens and they are faced with protecting Smoke’s daughter?

It is late in the night, the sky a deep azure blue speckled with a sheet of a million brightly twinkling stars.  James “Smoke” Porter once again is away from home, away for some uncertain amount of time to assist his new employers. Back at home, Y/N walks beside Smoke’s teenage daughter, Olivia, as they make their way back from a late dinner and movie at the local theater. 

When Smoke had first gotten together with Y/N he remained incredibly tight lipped when it came to sharing details of his adopted daughter. Months passed before a level of trust was established. But as soon as it was there, Smoke took the very first opportunity to welcome them into his home, into his family. At Y/N’s and Olivia’s first introduction all possible worries melted away. Smoke knew he made the right choice. A connection between the two was nearly immediate, falling effortlessly into a pseudo step-parent-child relationship. Most of all was that Smoke could have peace of mind that someone would be looking out for his daughter whenever his work took him away from home.

After their movie ends, Olivia and Y/N stroll casually down the street, hands shoved deep into the pockets of their overcoats. Though such a sweet and innocent soul, Y/N still seems the same intense fire that they see burning within her father driving the young girl. Y/N is so proud of her, always encouraging her to do her best and take pride in her academic capabilities. Where Smoke never could succeed within the educational system, Olivia thrives and achieves greatness. Olivia is every bit as quick witted as Smoke.

Y/N throws their head back with laughter at a comment made by Oliva about the film just before they happen to glance across the road. Their laughter is caught dead in their throat like a heavy fog. A stranger is staring right back at Y/N. Something is far too familiar. While it takes only mere seconds for Y/N to recall where they had seen the man, it feels like time has slowed and hours have passed. He was there. At the restaurant Y/N saw him sitting a few tables away. When entering the theater lobby they saw him standing at the edge of the concession stand. Immediately on high alert, Y/N turns back to look at Olivia, who none the wiser is still smiling happily as she enthusiastically remarks on details of the film. Looking back, the man is gone.

“Stay calm, Olivia, but I think -” Y/N puts a firm yet gentle hand round the young girl’s forearm in warning, but is abruptly cut off by the sound of glass shattering above them. A rainfall of glass shards fall down around them. Instantly Y/N is around Olivia, arms a cage around the girl as they attempt to use their body as a shield.

An initial scream at the sound of breaking glass is all that Olivia lets out before she collects herself, utilizing the breathing technique her father had taught to keep her calm when faced with dangerous situations. She matches Y/N’s sudden brisk pace as they try to escape whatever dangers lie behind them. But it isn’t fast enough. Gunfire surrounds them, bullets whistling past them at unbelievable speed. Y/N still positions themselves around Olivia as best as they are able to prevent her from being clipped by any bullets. In the heat of the moment, Y/N doesn’t even make a sound as they feel the burning of their flesh as a bullet glances off their arm.

Above them there is a loud and sudden explosion, followed by a ringing of Y/N’s ear and then deafening silence. Looking up, Y/N sees the stone wall of the building beside them rattle before it begins to crumble. As pieces begin to fall towards them, Y/N knows that there isn’t enough time to get out of the way. So, not seeing another way out, Y/N shoves Olivia down into a kneeling position as far from the building as they can get and throw themself over top of her.

“Y/N! No, please,” Olivia can’t help but let the tears escape as she looks up at her guardian as they brace themself above her. 

Rubble pelts Y/N’s back, ripping at their clothes and shredding the flesh of their back until they can no longer bear the weight. The air is cold and silent as Y/N drops, only just able to brace enough to keep their full weight from crashing down on Olivia. For what seems like an eternity, Olivia’s teary eyes stare into Y/N’s. Her lips are moving, words obviously flowing from her, but all that Y/N can hear is a faint ringing that echoes in their ears.

Y/N isn’t sure how much longer they can take before losing the battle. Debris surrounds them, piled on top of them and pinning them in place. But insistent hands are suddenly upon them. Releasing the last bit of energy Y/N has left, they let out a yell and attempt to take a swing at the unknown assailant. Yet, a firm grip at their wrists stops them midair. An unfamiliar man stands upon them.

“I am here to help you,” the stranger says, giving a firm tug at Y/N’s wrist in an attempt to coax them to move in his direction. His words fade in and out of Y/N’s coherence as they struggle to maintain consciousness. “-work with Mr. Porter-,” they miss his next few words. “-moving you and Ms. Porter to a secure location.”

Several other men are suddenly all around them. A few of them stand on sentry duty as two others begin pulling at the rubble to free Y/N and Olivia. Y/N glances back at Olivia, whose eyes are still filled with fresh tears. But she is scrambling to move as she is pulled free. All that Y/N can do is give an empty nod as they watch the young girl being shuffled into the backseat of a black car that pulls up alongside them. The man still gripping Y/N’s wrist stoops down and lifts them effortlessly into his arms. Before the world goes dark, the last thing Y/N remembers is the world spinning before hitting the leather seats of the same car they had just seen Olivia being ushered into.

An uncertain amount of time passes before Y/N groggily drifts back into the realm of consciousness. It feels as though a strange and heavy weight has settled down across their entire body. Taking a sharp inhale of breath, Y/N focuses on gathering the strength to open their eyes.

“-didn’t extract them sooner?” a faint and far away voice rich with anger echoes through Y/N’s ears, followed by the harsh slamming of a door. 

When Y/N’s eyelids finally decide to cooperate, their eyes are assaulted by a blurry white flood of light. Blinking, they try to clear up their vision. In the corner of their field of vision, Y/N sees a large black mass moving towards their bed. As the filter of haze fades Y/N recognizes a very familiar gas mask staring back at them. The figure stands at the foot of the bed, hands strangling the frame. Nothing is said for several long moments. Y/N then realizes the man in the mask is looking at their face, but rather staring down at their feet.

Opening their mouth, Y/N tries to speak. But all that comes is a faint wheezing cough that has them desperate for the cup of water they spy on the table beside them. It does the job though. Those masked eyes flick up to Y/N’s face at the sound.

“Yer awake!” Smoke breathes the words out like some unseen weight off of his shoulders is suddenly lifted off his shoulders. As Y/N gives another dry wheeze, Smoke moves to the side table and grabs the paper cup full of water. “Here, let me get that for ya.”

He doesn’t even wait to see if Y/N can lift their own arms to grab the cup themselves. Instead, he carefully slips a hand behind their head for support as he rests the cup against their lips. Tilting the cup, Smoke only allows Y/N to take small sips at a time. When the cup is about half empty he finally pulls back and places the cup back on the table.

“Ya gave me a bloody scare there, darling,” Smokes pulls the gas mask off his head and rests it on the foot of the bed as he drags a chair across the floor to sit beside the Y/N. He drops into the chair as if his limbs suddenly weighed a thousand pounds. 

A deep set tiredness seems to have worn its way into the features of his face. Yet not the type of tired you would expect from lack of sleep. Rather Smoke looked worn down, as if the emotional stress was just a few hairs shy of breaking his resolve. As if a single word of further bad news would shatter him.With a huff of breath, Smoke spreads his legs wide and leans back against the chair, arms above his head as he threads his fingers through his own hair.

“Ol-oliva?” The girl’s name is the thing that Y/N manages to croak out of their aching throat. At the sound of their voice, Smoke leans forward and takes their hand into his own. “How is sh-? Is she sa-safe?” Speaking makes the dull ache in their throat throb, but their mind races at the thought of what could have happened to the young girl. Memory of the time between being stuffed into the back of a car and waking up in a medical bed is filled with nothing other than a void of black.

“Oh hush, love,” a small half smirk forms on his lips as he squeezes Y/N’s hand, thumb stroking the back of their palm. “Not a scratch on that lovely head of hers thanks to what ya did for her. Just a bit of scare. Yer the one that ya should worry about.” Smoke lifts Y/N’s hand to rest against the scarred side of his face.

“It’s kind of hard to hear,” Y/N hums, relaxing as the familiar texture against their hand. They have long since memorized every detail and texture of Smoke’s face. “Sort of muffled on my right side. Am I dying?” While said wistfully with a hint of humor, there is a hidden thread of fear laced in their tone.

“The doc said ya might have some hearing loss,” as he speaks, Smoke leans further into Y/N’s touch. “Lucky ya made it out without any spinal damage. Worst of it is a cracked shoulder blade, but otherwise yer just cut up and black and blue all over. So no, yer not dying, love. Ya just might feel like it.”

Boy is Smoke right. Y/N definitely feels as if they have been drug through the mud and wrung out like a wet towel. The aching pain in their back seeps bone deep. All things considered though, things could have turned out far worse. Y/N feels lucky to even be alive.

“Y/N, ya always have done right by me and Olivia,” Smoke moves to now hold Y/N’s hand in both of his own, pulling it towards his lips. Y/N is surprised by the sudden serious tone in his voice. It isn’t often to hear him like that. “Ya put yer own life at risk to protect my girl, even when ya had no obligation to do so. Has me thinking about a lot of things, and has me feeling absolutely gutted. If it weren’t for me ya wouldn’t have been put in this position.”

“James, you can’t blame yourself,” Y/N frowns, wincing as they try to sit themselves further up in the bed. “Olivia may not be my own daughter, but I more than think of her that way. Of course I would do anything to keep her safe. She is important to you, and anything that is important to you is important to me.”

“This new group I’m with, well I know they have enemies,” it's hard hearing the pain that barely flows through Smoke’s voice. “I could have done more. Should have taken steps sooner to make sure both of ya were protected and taken care of. There is also something I should have done for ya a while ago.”

There is a long moment of silence as Smoke lifts his head and stares deep into Y/N’s eyes. A mischievous grin creeps onto his lips while there is a certain glint that reaches his eyes. What could be going through that mind of his?

“I’d like ya to marry me,” Smoke doesn’t skip and beat and seems so calm as he says the words, as if he wasn’t mentioning something that could be life altering. Though, the man is always known for being cool and collected in the face of stress. “Olivia would be just as much yer daughter as she is mine. Wouldn’t have to feel like yer risking yer life for a family that’s not yers. I’d also be able to move ya both somewhere else, somewhere safer.”

Y/N’s mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, absolutely stunned for words. Sure, they have always hoped and suspected their relationship would evolve over time into marriage. Just they...weren’t expecting it to be so sudden? So nonchalant?

“I know, yer absolutely gobsmacked at the thought of being married to this handsome mug,” Smoke teases after nearly a minute has passed without Y/N uttering a single sound. But they can hear the faintest of nerves creeping up into his voice. He is just itching for an answer. “Cat got your tongue, love?”

“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you, James,” Y/N snaps out of their daze. “Honestly, I was beginning to think you would never ask. You both are already my family, marriage just makes it official on paper.”

Excited, Smoke nearly leaps up as he leans over to press a kiss onto Y/N’s lips, only drawing back with a sheepish look when they wince.

“Sorry, love, got a bit too excited,” Smoke sits back in his chair, resting back with a look of beaming pride across his handsome features. “Ya make me one happy bastard.”

[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.

[astheraa]

•- —ACE relationship headcannons—-•

Håvard is a natural charmer and is known for being a ladies' man. However, when he is in a committed relationship, he is loyal and devoted to his partner. He values honesty, trust, and open communication and expects the same from his partner.

He is a romantic at heart and enjoys grand gestures of affection. He likes to surprise his partner with romantic dates, thoughtful gifts, and spontaneous trips. He's not afraid to express his feelings and enjoys showering his partner with love and attention.

Ace is also a good listener and is always there for his partner when they need someone to talk to. He is patient, understanding, and empathetic, and will do his best to support his partner through their struggles. He's not afraid to be vulnerable with his partner and values emotional intimacy in a relationship.

He can be a bit of a risk-taker and enjoys trying new things with his partner. Whether it's skydiving or trying a new cuisine, he's always up for an adventure. He enjoys living in the moment and making memories with his partner.

håvard values his independence and understands that his partner needs space and freedom as well. He is not the type to be possessive or jealous and trusts his partner completely. However, he also values spending quality time with his partner and will make an effort to prioritize their relationship.

Håvard is a bit of a flirt by nature, but he is always respectful of his partner's boundaries. He knows where to draw the line and will never make his partner feel uncomfortable or disrespected. He values consent and communication in all aspects of a relationship.

Ace is a natural optimist and tries to see the best in people. He's not one to hold grudges and is quick to forgive and move on from conflicts. He values harmony in his relationships and will do his best to work through any issues that may arise

[konigsprinzessin]

Hi🥺💕 I’m in dire need of some fluff for my bois Kapkan and Fuze if that’s alright with you💕 Or perhaps the the whole Spetsnaz if you’re feeling it🥰 Perhaps sleeping positions with their s/o? Like who tends to radiate heat, who likes to sleep facing their partner, weird little habits they have when they sleep. Anything is fine really💕 Much love and thank you🥺💕💕

hi there! sorry for taking forever to write this. school has been kicking my ass recently. hope you enjoy! reposts and likes are greatly appreciated!

timur glazkov ; timur definitely likes to unwind the night by reading something. i personally feel like timur would enjoy old russian poetry, steven king, or a magazine collection of different global artworks. anything that doesn't involve too much violence (such as any tom clancy novel). he likes when you cuddle up into his chest while under the covers while he reads. he makes sure he dims the bedside light as low as he can while still being able being able to read his book.

maxim basuda ; in the start of your relationship maxim wouldn't show much physical affection now when he feels more secure and comfortable he turns into a cuddle bear. maxim will always be big spoon. no matter how bad his day was he will never be little spoon. it's too feminine for him. he lays his hand either over your thigh or your chest (squeezes your titty too and chuckles about it.)

shuhrat kessikbayev ; he has a hard time separating memories from you from his ex fiancé, especially into the first few months of your relationship. he tries to differentiate between the past and the present so therefore it might take him a while to warm up to you physically but particularly emotionally. he really likes cuddling. put on a older film from the mid-century and he's all yours. he enjoys being the big spoon but he does enjoy having your body weight and warmth on top of him. will occasionally be little spoon when he's having a difficult day and harsh memories, but not often

alexsandr senaviev ; alex is nine times out of ten the big spoon. if you have titties he will lay his head on your chest and pretend he's falling asleep on actual pillows. when spooning he will wrap his arm around your torso and one hand under your shirt. he doesn't care if you complain if his hand is cold.

[burnedwriter]

dating ace headcannons

Warnings:none,gender neutral reader.

A/n:this is my first time writing sth about the r6 fandom,and since i havent see any ace fics going around so i decided to change that.

♠️you met through social media,with ace dming you the most cheesy pickup line of the century and someohow it got you to fall for him.

♠️it took you a lot of months to actually meet from up close since as we know ace is a busy man.

♠️before your irl meeting you have already bonded close enough via calls and messages.ace will send you funny pictures to start a conversetion and it only when down hill from there.

♠️speaking of pictures ace will send you random pictures of himself to locations hes currently in,for example if hes cooking he will send a picture of him with the pan on his hand.

♠️when you went to pick him up from the airport,you searched around for a while,looking at the crowd of the people passing by when all of a sudden you feel two hands rappig around your body into a tight hug.Suprised by this you quickly turned your head around to see who it was only to see no other than ace with a smile from one ear to the other,just like you,you were both so happy to finally meet face to face after so many calls and messages

♠️after your first meeting your relationship moved really quickly to the point where you moved together in Norway to a small appartment.living with ace has been interesting....to say the least.

♠️Ace has huge golden retriever boyfriend energy

♠️ace loves physical contact,from a full blown hug to wrapping one arm around your shoulder or waist at all times when you sit next to him or walk together.

♠️that also means hes a cuddlerer.he’s doesnt care if you are the one hugging him or its him,while the both of you cuddle he will start talking about his posts and followers and even ask about your opinion if you like it or not and how he can improve his posts.

♠️i hope you are a good listener because ace doesnt know what closing his mouth is.

♠️you help him in the background with editing or in other ways for his post,he will ty to convice you for you to post so you can match.

♠️expect a lot of outdoor activities and trips or even dates,he doesnt like sitting in one place or being inactive for long periods so he will drag you in all sorts events.

[slamsuckingslut]

the lack of rainbow six siege stuff on here makes me insane.

GUESS YOU COULD SAY IM OOOOOGLYYY GOOOO...

GSGRGRGEGGE HAHRHEH GEGRGRGEA EGEHAHR ABAHAHAHHHHHHHH EGGRRR

[harthazard]

Homie Hopper! Reader

Maxim is jealous. He’s the jealous type. Alex on the other hand is not. He’s confident that you’ll come running back to him.

There you were nipping at your bottom lip and squirming around in the sheets of Timur’s bed, holding back as many moans as you could as he went to work on your desperate clit. His lewd slurping sounds distracted you from yourself for a moment.

Finally after a long days work you can let go and relax into his eager tongue.

But meanwhile, Maxim was on the other side of the wall sharpening a blade to the sound of your pleasure. His eyes twitched and muscles tensed in green hot jealousy. But then again.. he’s the one who started this whole thing in the first place.

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New Year Eve party. Everyone had cleaned up nicely and gathered in a venue with rainbows top supporters, patrons and some of your coworkers’ ‘plus ones’.

Yeah, get a load of Jordans new girlfriend 😒 Eugh.

But after all the small talk and chatter, maybe it was time to wrap it up and head home before the classy event turned to a raunchy party like last time. You did your last rounds and finally made it out the door and into the cold quiet streets. “Leaving without saying goodbye?” A familiar gruff voice asked from behind, the sound of heavy exhaling following close after. You turned to the shadowy corners of the entrance to see Maxim, also known as ‘Kapkan’, your coworker and fairly good friend. You were a new operator to rainbow and Maxim was one of your mentors in close hand combat. He took another drag of a cigarette that he had held between his coarse fingers, flashing you a small smile.

You had created close bonds with most of the others but the Spetsnaz were only welcoming due to their leader, Tachanka. He was very fond of you and even more forward. Once even asking your breast size in the middle of lunch.

“Well how could I say goodbye if you’re lurking out here like a creep.” You replied back with a playful jab.

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You had began to look for your car while walking and talking with Max. He kept his narrow eyes trained on you and listened to your night intently. “This is me.” You stopped, turning to face him head on. “It’s nice.” He complimented dryly, finishing the cigarette and smashing it out onto the pavement. He spoke even though he didn’t bother to look past you at the car.

“How about I give you a ride.” You offered, motioning to the vehicle behind you.

The rest was history. That was almost 2 months ago and you two had kept up your occasional dalliances. And after Maxim reluctantly agreed to letting Tachanka join you both for a night, soon the whole team was in on it. Maxim became sick of it and started declining the offers from the others and hoarding you to himself. He became rougher and animalistic with you, often leaving obvious marks on your body and even sending you back to work or to one of his teammates with his cum still dripping out of you.

The whole situation was very.. don’t ask, don’t tell. They know exactly how good shuhrat attended to you. They know exactly how hard alexsandr was pounding you. They all know exactly how good timur was making your feel. They know exactly how hard Maxim was claiming you.

But no one really.. says anything. Besides a couple fist bumps, head nods or death glares.

But here you are now, getting feasted upon by the Russian sniper. But little did he know he was also feasting on Fuze from earlier that day. You had teased him long enough during a briefing to which he had had enough and pulled you into a family bathroom.

But for some reason..

The way Glaz scooped the excrement from you almost felt like he knew. Maybe they all knew and recognized the leftovers the others left on and in you and still took you in, hoping to leave theirs next. You have no idea what it is but the whole team couldn’t get enough of you.

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Hopefully this can be some kinda AU or Drabble prompt. I’m all about monogamy but homie hopping is a guilty pleasure. Especially with all these fine ass Russians.

[wastedr00k]

twitch x reader ; a to i [smut]

a : aftercare ;

Pichon isn't one for aftercare, she's more of a done and done person. Often choosing to stretch then head back to her desk to continue tinkering with her toys. You can choose to either take a nap or sit beside her and watch her.

But if you ask her to stay with you after, she's comply, just not one to initiate aftercare.

b : body part ;

She loves your hands, both with how they look and what they do to her. Pichon enjoyed both licking and sucking on your fingertips, guiding your hands to where she wants it. She isn't shy to take what she wants from you, often taking more than she gives.

Like when she pulled your hands to cup her clothed pussy while the both of you were out for dinner, as she whispers into your ears,

"I need you to do your magic with your hands, love. You knew what you were doing when you chose to wear this outfit, making me so damn hot and bothered."

Despite being outside, her love for your hands does not stop.

c : cum ;

if you're a female:

Pichon loves when you cum as she rubs against you. Your hands interlocked as she continues to slide against you. Occasionally leaning down to spit on the both of you.

Sometimes sharing a dildo with a vibrator pressed against the both of you, her hands controlling the intensity of the vibrator, and as you verbalize to her that you're going to cum, she'll pull you in for a kiss and start moving faster against you,

"That's it baby, cum against my pussy. You know i love it when you cover me in your squirt." then purposely turning up the vibrator to make sure you make a mess on the both of you.

if you're a male:

Pichon would love when you cum in her mouth, straight to the point. She loved to feel the texture and even the taste of your cum, since she's the one to suggest food for you to eat that would change the taste of your cum.

With her hands around your shaft and the cutthroat pace that she is is using, her lips wrapped around your tip as her tongue move in circles around your slit, eyes locked with you.

Removing her lips just to demand that you cum down her throat, "Come on mon amour, give it to me.". As she placed her lips back onto your cock, her hands move to your thighs as she swallows your length whole till her nose touched your lower belly.

For sure loves it when you cum down her throat, even better for her if you hold her head down flush against your pubic bone, making sure everything stays down into her.

As for her cumming, she would without a doubt be sitting on your face, grinding down into your face relentlessly till she cums. And on the rare occasions that she does squirt as you play with her clit, she'll be blabbering stuff like, "Oh my god, feels so good!", "More, give me mon amour."

d : dirty talk ;

Only when either of you are going to cum, then will her dirty mouth make an appearance. She'll say things like, "Come on, give it to you me." or "Yes, yes, yes I'm gonna make a mess on your baby.", that's the most she'll say.

Definitely not one who's very verbally nasty, more of a deep breaths and moans. Same for her expectations, you can be verbal if you're that by nature and even if you're more of a quiet lover, she's okay with both.

e : experience ;

I would say not much, due to her busy nature and preference to stick to machines. But she for sure has a large collection of toys, that she likes to use on the both of you.

Always down to learn from you and what your kinks are, despite her selfish nature, she's always willing to please you just like how you please her.

f : favorite position ;

Face sitting. With her on top of you, it gives her enough control to reach out to touch you as she grinds into your face, your nose occasionally catching onto the tight rings of your pussy, making her let out a quick moan of your name. That's her favorite thing that could happen.

With one of her hands splayed out on your chest and the other holding your hands against her breast, toying and pinching at her nipple. She kept the pace as your tongue struggled to keep up, licking and prodding her her tight hole, eager to finally penetrate her in any way.

Your other hand holding and guiding her hips to keep the same brutal pace on your face, there was no other position that the both of you would rather be in.

g : goofy ;

Not goofy at all in bed :(

h : hair ;

Well trimmed, with a strip of Brazilian wax. Pichon prefers to keep workspace neat and tidy, same goes for her personal health. And with how often that she rides your face, having too much hair isn't ideal, so she keeps it tidy with a strip of Brazilian wax, also gives her pussy as much contact to your face as possible.

i : intimacy ;

Even though Pichon doesn't initiate after care, doesn't mean she doesn't love you deeply. There are so many nights where the two of you just go slow, often declaring your feelings for each other.

Her hands on your face as he rubs against you as she stays on top. "I love you so much." Your bodies flush against each other. This is probably love in it's truest form.

[vampsquerade]

Can I just have soft general relationship fluff with my cutie patootie Vigil? 🥺🥺

yis of course!! we gotta give our sweet man Vigil some good and tender loving 🥹 thank you so much for your request elias!! hope you’re doing well 🩵💕

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Vigil x GN!Reader: Restoring a Statue

Trigger warnings: none, all fluff!

For weeks, Chul would wait patiently just to get back home to you. He understands how important his work is, yet he can’t begin to believe how much more he finds your relationship with him to be just as important. He didn’t care how long it would take just to see you again, as long as it happened, he would be happy with his life. Chul spent so much of his life with the face of a stone; an unchanging statue, haunted by the blood that surrounded it. Personally he felt he still couldn’t speak of his emotions, let alone acknowledge that they existed after all he’s been through. But the moment he joined Team Rainbow in 2017 and met you, that stone-cold face slowly changed.

Only in private however, as it was the only time Chul knew nobody else could see what had changed him. He had only ever relied on Harry before when it came to a peek into his psyche, and even then he was shocked to learn of so many things he hadn’t realized he suppressed. You would do the same for Chul; letting him know that he doesn’t have to stay that way forever. It’s clearly not healthy, and you just want to help him feel like he can live a life for himself. So the second he came back through the door of your shared apartment, Chul was greeted by the sight of you slumped on his couch. It seemed like you had a rough day at work, and was getting some rest in as you waited for him.

Chul, smiling softly to himself, closes and locks his apartment door behind him before setting down his bag on the floor. He takes his boots off before stepping onto the carpeting he’s come to love so much. Chul’s ballistic mask is next as he places it down on the coffee table, and doesn’t even bother to worry about the black eye paint that smears against his face once he moves himself into your arms. “Wake up…I’m home…” Chul whispers softly against your lips once he gets closer to your face. A soft and gentle peck is pressed against your own lips, stirring you awake. Opening your eyes, a soft smile graces your face as Chul rests right in your arms. “Chul…when did you get home, hm…?” The question is genuine, filled with a domesticity the operator was still trying to get used to.

“I’d say about a good two minutes ago…you’ve been taking care of yourself, right?” Chul asks in a hushed tone, giving you an actual kiss this time around. Laughing softly, you speak in between each kiss, gently massaging the nape of his neck. “I’ve been taking good care of myself…what about you?” You ask. Your voice, while as sleepy as it sounds, is sweet like honey. It envelops all of his thoughts with a silk sheet, and makes him fall in love with you more than he already was. Chul couldn’t help but give a content sigh, pulling away from you and resting his head against your shoulder a bit. “I did get banged up pretty bad out there, but I promise you that I was taking good care of myself,” he says in a gentle tone.

You smile sweetly at him, yawning and rubbing away the sleep and fatigue you felt. “Good…you hungry? I can make you something,” you offer, sitting up a bit. “No, not right now…can we go to our room? I’ve…missed you so much—I just want to hold you in my arms…” Chul asks softly. The slight desperation for comfort and love from his beloved is clear in his voice, and you can’t even begin to think how it makes you fall for your loving partner even more. The way Chul just looks asking you is desperate as well, and it makes your heart skip a beat. “Alright then—let’s get to our room. It is a little late already…some cuddles sound great right about now,” you agree, laughing softly when you see the sparkle in his eyes.

Much to your surprise, you make a startled squeal once Chul lifts you up into his arms in a bridal carry. He then carries you to your shared room safely, laying you down onto the plush mattress once he’s right at the edge of it. Chul goes and turns off all the lights in your apartment, and once he flips the switch, his eyes are filled with so much love as he looks at you. The moonlight casted its silver veil upon your form, making you look like something that was far out of reach; you were a valuable treasure to him. An ethereal glow seemed to radiate from you, and it only beckoned Chul closer to you. He approached you like a curious tiger, before eventually crawling into bed next to you.

His arms wrapped around you securely and safely, and his love enveloped you with so much warmth that it could’ve kept you warm for an entire winter. Chul’s face is inches from yours, his brown eyes staring into you affectionately. You look back at him with that same gaze, a smile gracing your lips once more. He could just stay here and stare at you for hours, and would do so for all time just so he can lose himself in the glimmer in your eyes. “You have no idea just how much I love you, 자기야…you’re much sweeter to me than anything else is in this world, and I’m so glad you’re mine…” Chul whispers softly against your lips. His breath is gentle and soft, as he then captures your sweet lips in his.

Chul’s got a good sense of control over him, so you don’t have to feel afraid of him going too far or anything, so you’re not all too worried once you start to reciprocate the kiss. It remains soft and gentle, as his hands gently stroke the back of your head and your lower back. Your own hands have come up to gently hold the sides of his face, thumbs carefully caressing his cheekbones. Eventually Chul pulls away, moving the hand that was stroking the back of your head to caress his thumb against your lips. “You’re obsessed with my lips, you know that? It’s so cute…” you whisper softly to him. He smiles when he can practically feel your voice as you whisper. “Can you blame me? I can’t help myself…”

Chul then pulls you closer to him, and you nuzzle yourself into the crook of his neck. You don’t care if he tries to push you away because he’s dirty or anything still due to just having come home, only making you want to be closer to him. You inhale his scent, the musk you had missed so much, deeply before sighing contentedly. It flusters Chul up a lot, his body becoming warm as a result; his heart races in his chest and thunders in his ears loudly. The way you make him feel was something he didn’t want from anyone else in the entire world. “Not really…just wanted to tell you that it’s cute. In fact, I’d like it a lot more if you were even more obsessed with them—my lips are always ready for your kisses.” you say.

The way you speak is so nonchalant sometimes, and that’s what keeps Chul close to you. “Good, because now I will. I promise you that,” he says, chuckling softly, “now then, how about you tell me what I’ve missed since I was gone.” You sigh in slight agitation, “God I wish I was doing cool stuff like you when you’re in the field—I spend almost all of my days doing paperwork and I hope you know just how tiring and stupid it is. Do you have any idea how many reports I’ve had to look over and correct so they corresponded? Way too much!” you explain. The river of words flows from you with so much irritation it makes Chul chuckle softly. “Then how about I make up for all that stress you had to deal with when I was gone—sound good?” he asks you softly.

You plant a gentle kiss to Chul’s neck, relaxing once his touch starts to gently rub and massage against your back. It’s as if that momentary lapse of self control you usually have when it comes to your work frustrations is quickly covered up the moment Chul starts comforting the way you always do. “Sounds very good to me…as long as I can reciprocate it? I can’t just have myself be the only one to receive some tender treatment from you,” the suggestion to keep equal grounds falls upon his open ears. With an eager nod and a tired sigh, Chul nods, “Great…now let’s get ourselves some sleep, okay? I always feel so comfortable in your arms, and it makes me so tired…” he suggests. You nod, closing your own eyes and clinging to him a bit more.

Sleep quickly takes the two of you away together, the exhaustions of no longer having someone to hold at night now gone.