#rainbow six x reader

[m-beloved]

Rook, Vigil, Echo, Tachanka, Fuze, KapKan, Jäger and Grim from R6S are so hot I want to get them pregnant with at minimum ten kids EACH and make them all my housewives god why is this fandom so dead I wish more people wrote for them oh wait I can ahahahhahahah

[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.

--

[fandomnerd9602]

May I request a rainbow six siege Hibana x Male wick reader plz🙏 (idk if you heard of the game before, no rush )

Hibana: you got my back Y/N?

Y/N: I got all of you.

Hibana: so what’s your secondary weapon?

Y/N: pencil

Hibana: I would normally question that but knowing you and your family…good choice.

[rightshoeonleftfoot]

Mechanic!Jäger AU where Jäger became a mechanic instead of being in the BPOL - He's such a wet dog for reader I swear to GOD. A little pathetic methinks.

Jäger x GN!Reader

Warnings: Maybe a little bit of obsessed!Jäger? Apart from that it's all SFW.

Jäger runs a humble little garage two blocks down from your apartment building. The garage is a little dingy, requiring maintenance. A few lights are flickering, there are boxes scattered around the place, some filled with trash and other scrap materials, some empty, and a couple of cars getting tended to. The garage has a distinct gasoline smell, a strong, pungent smell that seeps into your clothes ensuring that you walk out smelling like gas. The whole place is almost unwelcoming, the broken garage door windows replaced by planks of wood and a man roughly cleaning a spill nearby.

The employees are barely sparing you a glance as you stand next to your car awkwardly. You'd called in advance, you had to in order to make an appointment, and the garage had good reviews. Yet, even though you had written the date and time down and had read through the reviews anxiously, you still felt the pressure of the atmosphere of the garage weighing down on you.

However, as though it was your lucky day, an employee finally approaches you. He was the complete opposite of the rest of the employees, he seemed happy to see a new customer. The man introduced himself as Marius, the owner of the garage. He apologized for his employees not tending to you, before asking for your car keys. Marius is wearing a dirty, oil stained hoodie, with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows as well as jeans, with a few rips and more stains. His hands are stained black with oil, and some of it rubbed off on your keys and fingers when you hand them to him and accidentally touched his hand. He's wearing a balaclava, so the only thing you can see are his brown eyes. He assured you that he'll take care of it and you don't have to worry about it, and you left, anxious at the thought of getting scammed.

You came back the next day, ready for the potentially high bill that would come with the small issue your car had. But when Marius handed you the bill himself, it's cheap. Way cheaper than it should be. He explained he took some liberties, changing the oil and refilling your windshield fluid. He even gave you a discount and his business card. He looked proud of himself. Way too proud of himself. You paid and thank him quietly, taking your keys back which were slightly covered in oil. You feel relief from the whole situation, happy you might've found a mechanic for life. If only you knew how true that would be. After all, he wouldn't purposely sabotage your car so you need to see him again, right?

[garfields-nutz]

I’m a Rainbow 6 Siege fan so here are my fave memes (i made the last 5)

[melodygatesauthor]

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.

AO3 LINK

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)

[god-complex-12]

Could you do Fluff of Valkyrie from Rainbow 6 Siege with a civilian reader?

Eunoia

— Paring; Meghan “Valkyrie” Castellano x male reader. Fandom; Rainbow Six Siege

Eunoia: (n.) beautiful thinking; a well mind.

Quote; “I’ve missed you.”

Disclaimer; Meghan coming home, mentions of hardships, she’s a lovey-dover (which I wouldn’t usually write her like that ((I say that as if I write her a lot)).), kissing, mentions of the movie Dune, short story.

Word Count: 0.5k

Masterlist

A/N: I had to re-write this so many times, you have no idea. Wish I had a gif..

Meghan always felt a sense of both relief and melancholy when returning home. She was glad to be away from the violence and with her husband, but now she actually has time to think about all the hardships she just faced. She hoped that Y/N would do what he always did best and distract her from them.

Meghan opened the door to her home, dropping the duffle bag of equipment by the door and looking around for Y/N. Her mud coated boots make hard thuds against the hardwood floor. They would have been heavier if she was in uniform.

At the sound of someone entering, Y/N looks behind him from where he was seated. “Meghan?” He called out, his tone filled with hope. Hope because he wanted to see his wife, and hope because he didn’t know if he could take on a rober.

She smiled and rounded the corner. “How’d you know?” She asked sarcastically. She walked over to him, giving him a kiss. “How have you been?” She leaned on the back of the couch and wrapped her around his neck for a quick hug.

Y/N smiled widely at her, grabbing her and forcing her to lay on the couch with him. “Better now that you’re home.” He kissed her again. “I’ve missed you.” He muttered softly.

“I know,” she said confidently, which easily melted to match his tone. “I’ve missed you too.” Meghan laid on top of him with a dramatic sigh, looking at the TV. “What are you watching?”

“Dune,” he said, hugging her tight.

“Mm..” She hummed. “We’ve watched this movie a lot.”

“Like I said, ‘I missed you’.”

Meghan made a rare giddy smile, taking in her husband’s warmth. “God, some things you do are just adorable.” She laid her head down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and watching the movie. She started to feel the exhaustion of traveling take over her. Her eyes drooped and within about twenty minutes, she was out

Y/N gently ran his hand through her hair, brushing back the part above her ear. He knew she was asleep when he heard a sudden one-time snore. He kissed the top of her head, happy she was home and even more happy she was alive. Meghan wasn’t a clingy person by any means, but it was always the night when she came back or the night when she would leave when she would not let go.

Y/N watched his movie, listening to her steady breathing and the television, and soon he too fell asleep, hugging Meghan tight.

[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.

[amagoner]

Stuck under the mistletoe

A short one, to get back into writing. I think Blitz is a funny man, I like funny man.

“Liebling!”

You frown at the laundry on your bed listening closely for your husband calling from downstairs.

“Yes love?” you call back after a moment of silence.

“I need you downstairs, mein engel.”

You look down at the jeans in your hands and the massive load of clothing still needing folding. There was still so much left to do, after complaining about it to him he had assured you he could get dinner started without your help. “I am an adult,” he had said to you. “I can peels some potatoes and vegetables and roast them.” So you had left him in the kitchen, around 15 minutes ago, to make you two dinner.

“Is it an emergency?” you call out, quickly folding the jeans.

“Yes, well no. But I do need you downstairs for a bit.”

You sigh, dropping the now folded jeans on the bed. “You promised me you could get dinner started without me Elias.” You call back, walking around the bed and cutting across the landing to go down stairs.

“I did, I am. I just need you here liebling.”

Huffing on each step down you wonder what could be so important for Elias to need you in the kitchen. For a moment you doubt whether you took the chicken out of the freezer.

“Elias, what are you…” You stop in your tracks at the sight in front of you.

Elias, you husband, was standing under the small archway leading in the kitchen slightly hunched over, leaning again the wall.

“Ah, I am stuck.” He turn, putting his back again the arch and brings his hand to his forehead in dramatic flair. Above him, at the top of the archway hangs a mistletoe.

“What awful curse has trapped me here. If only there was someone here to kiss me and break this vile enchantment.”

You snort and make you way over closer to him. “Elias what are you doing?”

“Oh my love, have you come to free me?”

“Sure.” You reach up towards him, as he leans down and peppers you in kisses.

“Oh I’ve been freed.” He stands up straight suddenly and twirls away from you, back in to the kitchen.

You smile as you watch his back, busying himself with an oven tray full of potatoes, vegetable and chicken.

[r6-birthdays-daily]

If you can find a Rainbow Six Siege character with a birthday on the day you're reading this, send me a ask thingy about it if I don't have that character already posted! Will be trying to do this daily or whenever an operator has a birthday! I'm getting all of these from reddit, so please correct me if I'm wrong!!!.Take care <3

[m-beloved]

Me and my pookie talk about some R6s characters. Sorry this isn't a writing post, I really should start working on my requests

I want Tachanka to crush my head with any part of his body. Preferable his arms, but anywhere else will be fine

[eldritcmor]

☀︎ ☽ Eld's MasterList ☾ ☀︎

-INBOX OPEN - REQUEST OPEN - TAGLIST-

☀︎ ☽ Oneshots ☾ ☀︎

-They-

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-Cats and Dreams-

-Steve-

-Hungry-

-Drabble-

-Bar Scene-

-Recruitment-

☀︎ ☽ Incorrect Quotes ☾ ☀︎

-Incorrect Quotes-

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-I like Writing These-

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☀︎ ☽ Series ☾ ☀︎

-Jason Todd Their Ass-On Hiatus-

Clue 1 -(draft)-

Clue 2

-Demigods and Modern Warfare-

Ideas

Ideas 2

ideas 3

Right of Passage

Demigods and Moster!141 -Rainbow Six Siege and Modern Warfare-

Idea

Observations

Impressions

Tournament of champions

☀︎ ☽ Storm Au ☾ ☀︎

-The callsign-

-You knew it was coming-

-A Grave Mistake (TBRW)-

-An Off Day-

-Training-

-Training (Rewritten)-

-An Old Friend-

-Independent Sources (TBRW)-

-Crash-

-Snippet #1-

-Snippet #2-

-Jade Incident Ask-

[fandomnerd9602]

May I request another rainbow six siege fic. This time with a Bo “Ram” Choi x male wick reader plz🙏

Choi provides cover fire for Y/N…

Choi: you’re good Wick but we all need help every now and then

Y/N: that’s why I got you

Y/N shotgun blasts another bad guy…

Y/N: could really use the Ram right now

Choi: I’ll give you the Ram

Choi sends out her little mini tank and blasts several more guys away…

Choi: C’mere

Choi pulls Y/N into a kiss as explosions ring out around them…

[rightshoeonleftfoot]

Guys... What do I write?

[olivermcs]

Hello, World!

I'm....OLIVER!

This is my first post!

[connorsui]

First time reading for rainbow six and I fucking blame my bestie for it cuz this woman had me HOOKED ON DOPE FOR MY MANZ MUTE ...but let me say ...the other fuckers on here got me BENDING backwards and forwards on floors with hesistations needed and no ropes cuz I'm officially gone and hyper OBSSESSED 💀💀

Mute: ...ight let me stop for a second ...what was the name of that cat u hated again?

Reader: ....🧍‍♀️are u serious right now? ..imma force u to pull out if you keep playing like dis 💀

Mute: nah babes I'm serious I forgot

Reader: aaayyghgghhh I fOrGoT BITCH JUST CONTINIE ON 🤡

⏫️⏫️⏫️Reader in both situations like...⏫️⏫️

✨️I blame everything to my fucking beautiful friend for not only dragging me to ur blog but also starting an entire hyperfixation for these men ✨️

fraternization

sm: it started off work friendly with honest attempts … truly, but who could really blame you.

ft: mute, lion, jager, thermite

a/n: it started off with finally seeing lion’s face and spiraled to this. im sorry. (signed a spiteful lion main in ranked)

MUTE never liked you at first. you were too socially inclined, too friendly, too loud. sure you knew when to shut up during an operation, but off the field? he knew more than he wanted about your personal life.

where you vacationed as a kid.

your favorite color.

the name of the family cat who bit you-

actually what was its name again?

a rough, but firm hold takes grip of your hair, fisting you away from the sheets you’d ruined with your sobbing. the room was once again brought to life by the sounds of you. a beautiful symphony to the orchestra of his hips smacking against the back of your thighs and the bed creaking beneath your combined weight.

“that stupid cat you hated, what was his name again?”

your brow pinched, eyes barely visible between tight lids as you grit your teeth against the onslaught of his undulations.

poor thing.

a sharp hiss broke through your warbled cries as he jerked your head back again, lips heating your ear as he repeated the question. it was the most sensitive, sensual interrogation you’d ever experienced.

the worst part is, he knew how difficult of a task it was for you when you got so deliriously drunk on the feel of him. shame that such a trained operative could be reduced to such a mess.

the worse than that, was that you weren’t even sure what awaited you on the other side of his question.

would he reward you or was this just a taste of another game ?

the next thrust was so deep that it kissed your sanity.

“samson!”

who knew that damned cat would still haunt you in the afterlife.

mark released you and you fell back against the damp sheets. his hips slowed to an almost inquisitive pace as his calloused thumb caressed your back. his hardness remained uncaring to the sensitive stretch of your walls.

“you told me about the time you got lost in monaco once, remind me again. ”

if you’d known then how those mindless attempts to bridge the gap would have brought you to this head-

maybe you would have told simpler stories.

THERMITE had to have thought long and hard about this prior. practically planned the whole trip around this moment. you’d been to distracted to notice the signs, consumed with impressions and meeting his family. for what it was worth, jordan was an exceptional actor and organizer.

he disarmed your tension with light touches, slowly unraveled your nerves by guiding you from one conversation to the next.

at the end of the night, you were too grateful to notice the way he eagerly lead you to his childhood room after the talking settled. too wrapped up in kisses to acknowledge the way he had you stripped and bare before you’d even got his shirt off.

“fuck… been dreaming about this.”

jordan was a man possessed and drunk off the sight of you splayed out on his sheets. his parents had since transformed his old room into guest quarters. gone was the old furniture but the memorability and ambiance remained the same. he’d gotten you here and that was all that mattered.

he regretted that he couldn’t paint the walls with your cries of pleasure, but the visual of you twisting the sheets with both your mouth and fist- desperate not to ruin the moment by getting you caught.

well that would just have to be his prize.

what a settlement.

his thumbs eased circles onto the roundness of your hips, a loving caress before those same blotched fingers pinched and pulled against the fat to draw you back harder into his thrusts. your quiet whimpers really were nothing compared to the creaking bed and lewd smacks.

but jordan really couldn’t give a shit. he was home and he was going to enjoy it.

LION didn’t want to like you. he had enough on his plate, plenty of the past to still work out. so much of himself to evaluate and improve. and his son.

his mother may have moved on, introduced a new figure into their child’s life but that didn’t mean olivier was ready.

and neither were you to be honest.

you both lived lives that weren’t promised. today could be monday, but that didn’t mean you were guaranteed a tuesday. it was even harder to enjoy the ones that you did, or at least the parts that weren’t gunfire and claymores.

this wasn’t about love or it settling down.

it was a means to end to cut through the carnage.

so you don’t think about wedding bells and nights in front of the fireplace what the flat of his palm presses you down between your shoulder blades. the man knows he’s big, which is why he takes you this way, always leaning back to watch your thighs spasm and shake. you’ve caught him on more then one occasion watching entranced as he slowly slides into your sex.

it’s not emotional sex but there are a lot of print up ‘emotions’ driving the heat of it. you’ve convinced yourself that it’s completely normal to seek each other out blindly after a mission, utilizing any empty room or surface. despite denying the underlying whatever it was building, it was surprisingly easy to ignore the commonplace forming between you.

evident in the way the two of you stand comfortably side by side. shoulders brushing without acknowledgment. a few brows raise but no one says anything.

especially him when he holds you close in the early threads of the morning, sweat slicked and sticky with come. you’re drowsy and in no position to get up and leave. he slips his softening cock nestled within you, if only to remind himself of why he’s here.

JAGER believes in all or nothing. he lacks to social grace to risk tiptoeing through fragile ‘labels’. he’d make a terrible ballerina anyway. it’s not as if he’s looking to settle per say, but he’s old enough to appreciate living this long in his career. when he accepts you into his bed, only you know it’s warmth and the way one pillow is noticeably flatter than the others.

marius is a tentatively tender lover at first. learning where to touch and how to grab. he’s throughout, though, leaving you sated with just his fingers and cock.

but he’s a thinker, inquisitive on all the ways something can be improved and you’re no exception. the first time he puts his mouth on you? marius nearly had to tap out against your thighs as they constricted around him.

his tongue had no business being that good. and that boyish, knowing grin … he would be your premature death. he makes quite an effort to get you to be the one to tap out. waist squirming against his hold as he alternated between kitten licks and swipes of his thumb against your sensitive hole. the man had mapped you out entirely, aware of the slightest edge needed to make you crumble.

he isn’t a very vocal lover, but he grunts appreciatively whenever you tug his hair or meeting him just right on on a downward thrust. thoroughly enjoys kissing you, sliding his mouth from your lips to your neck and back again. never seems to lose breath despite his pace as he imprints his taste against your tongue.

for someone who holds his words, the man is very good with his mouth.