#Dominic Brunsmeier

[l3r40l]

[nouveaullo]

just give me one chance dominic

[grezzirossi]

My interminable list of R6 ships, crack/popular/rare lmao

Ship 02:  Bandit/Jäger Süß : Cute/Sweet

[askjager]

I’m making my own waffles from now on. ~ Marius

[itsohh]

R6S VALENTINES DAY CARDS: GSG 9

[vampsquerade]

Can I get a Bandit x reader where the reader goes into his shop while he's working and climbs into his lap and just holds him?

of course you can anon! thank you so much for your request, i appreciate it so so much c: this is so cute tho i wanna do this 😭

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Bandit x Reader: Loving Hold

Trigger Warnings: None, all fluff!

After your usual afternoon routine, you wondered why you didn’t see your boyfriend at all today. You stayed in his room in the barracks on base, so you decided to go looking around for him. You asked everyone where he was, and there was only one person who had seen him. “Dominic’s in the repair shop here on base right now. He’s at his bench like usual, testing his CED.” Marius said, giving you a pat on the head for going to him and asking. “Alright, thank you so much Marius!” you say cheerfully. You then make your way over to the repair shop, and see your lovely boyfriend hunched over his bench.

You stealthily and quietly sneak up on him, gently tapping his shoulder. Dominic quickly whirls around to see you, and the moment he did, you decided to take your rightful place in his lap. You hold onto him, not making a single noise as you bury your face into his chest before kissing his neck. “Liebe, I wasn’t expecting you to come looking for me. Sorry I didn’t say anything to wake you, I wanted you to get your rest.” Dominic said, apologizing for not waking you up. You simply look up at him and smile before resting your head back against his chest. Chuckling softly, Dominic simply wrapped his left arm around your waist and held onto you as he did what he was doing. He was simply writing down some notes for what he should try next to make his CED a bit more effective when it came to improving the range of the electricity once set up.

You just simply held onto him as he did this, listening to the steady beat of his heart as he worked diligently on what he could try next. Usually Dominic would have someone else with him as he experimented, but he figured doing it alone today would be best. “Hold on a bit tighter, ja? I’m going to move forward slightly so I can start disassembling my CED.” he said. You nodded and held onto him a bit tightly, and he moved the chair you two were in so he could be closer to his bench. “So, what exactly caused you to want to rework your device?” you ask. “Just feel like the electrical currents it can give could be stronger…” Dominic said softly as he focused on disassembling it.

You shifted your gaze slightly to watch as he did so, keeping yourself still and silently as he meticulously worked on his CED. As he was doing this, you felt the presence of another person beside the two of you. “Hey Dom, Y/N! How you goin’ you two?” a familiar voice asked. “We’re doing just fine, Max. How are you today?” Dominic asked, the both of you turning to look at Max. “Doin’ quite alright I reckon. Since when’d you get your hands on a koala, eh?” Max teased, laughing softly to himself afterwards. “A year and five months ago. How’s the missus? Have your twins yet?” Dominic asked. “Nah, not yet mate. She’s still got a couple more weeks to go before she’s ready to get them outta the oven. Can't wait to meet the little rascals.” Max said happily, sighing softly, before looking you right in the eye. “And when do you guys expect to have one of your own? Or do you just not plan on anything yet?”

You snort softly, rolling your eyes, “We gotta give ourselves time, we aren’t even married yet!” you exclaim. This causes both men to laugh, making you feel a bit flustered, “Well, to each their own time. Even if you did, who’d be caring for them? Surely one of you would have to give up your career.” Max said, frowning slightly. “We’ll just cross that bridge once Y/N and I get there.” Dominic said, gently rubbing your back to keep you calm. “Yeah, once we’re there…” you say. “Shit, soz about bringing it up…I hope you two figure everything out eventually. I’ll head out now, gotta get back home to the missus now.” Max said, patting your head before walking off.

That conversation you had with Max got you thinking, and Dominic noticed it. “So…would you ever want to marry me, and maybe have a kid..? We can always adopt or something…” you ask. “I would, it’s just…perhaps right now isn’t the best time. Plus, it’s a surprise if I do. I’m not going to spoil that for you.” Dominic said. “Does that mean you see a future for the both of us..?” you ask softly. “I always have. Nobody’s made me as happy as you did…and my last partner, well…that was a long time ago. Things didn’t end up working out once I did my undercover work back in 2010, as she didn’t like it. But you? We work in the same field basically. We know the risks we’re taking, so getting to be close and understand why we’re doing what we do makes it easier for us to be together.” Dominic said.

He then put down the screwdriver that was in his right hand, now tightly embracing you. “Oh Dominic…that’s so sweet…I honestly have also always seen the two of us together for a long time, even before we started dating.” you say, peppering his neck in kisses. He chuckled softly, moving his hands onto your hips, “How cute of you. Well then, how about I just finish up here, and we can go ahead and relax back in my room after. Does that sound good?” he asked. “If it means I could give you more kisses, yes.” you say, laughing softly. Dominic gave you a nod, getting back to what he was doing. Though you weren’t doing anything to contribute, just spending time with the man you loved made you happy.

[astheraa]

i havent seen enough bandit love :(

Bandit Relationship headcanon;

He enjoys being an uncle to his brother's kids and to be honest he can't wait to get his own.

Because he was an underground agent, he has a some sort of déja-vu, scared he will fall back into one of his personas he had for a long time. He wants to show you his "real-him" but due to his past its soemtimes pretty hard.

You notice that he sometimes just lays there beside you because the question: "Who are you?" would creep into his sleep, so he doesn't even try. You try to comfort him and it really helps, assuring him that you won't stop loving him, no matter what happens.

He loves visiting his brother with you, he wants that his favourite people get along really well. Dominic speaks about his brother a lot and you don't mind, his brother is on of his biggest supporters.

,,It's clear he had to be creative and strategic to stay alive", as harry has written in his Psychological report and his sense for Creativity is enormous, not only in surviving but also in building stuff.

He loves to build things for you, it's one of his favourite activities by now .Dominic loves to see your eyes lit up when he gives you the things he made.

He loves to show you Berlin, it's his Home and his childhood. He would love to be there often but since he's a Team Rainbow Operator and he's on many Missions, so he tries to be there a lot.

He loves cuddling, just laying there chillin, watching something or just talking, he could do this all day. He acts like a teenage boy when he kisses you in front of the others, he gets all shy and flustered.

Dominic talks about you a lot, when he's visiting his brother, drinking with the other members or even to a stray cat.

[justanotherfanartist]

bandit wip

this has consumed several hours of my life and its still just in the sketch phase oof

[rm14hitman]

Smoke : What did you guys get in your yearbook ?

Ela : "Prettiest smile"

Mozzie : "Nicest personality"

Bandit : "Most likely to start a bar fight"

Jäger : "Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one"

[l3r40l]

Siegetober: days 9-12

[askjager]

Marius, ever heard of Fahrradsattel? :0

His hoodie is comfortable, can you really blame me? ~ 🕸️Marius🕸️

[dagoth-menthol]

Der Weg zurück

Notes:

Vielen Dank an @dualrainbow , dass ihr wieder das Siege The Day Event veranstaltet! :D 

Und auch vielen Dank an meinen Korrekturleser! :3

Dominic stieg aus dem Flugzeug am Flughafen BER, seine Beine waren vom engen Fußraum ganz verkrampft und er musste sich bemühen, wie ein anständiger Mensch zu laufen. Auf sein Gepäck musste er nicht so lange warten und als er endlich aus dem Gebäude heraustrat, schlug ihm die Hitze des Tages förmlich entgegen. Die Luft war trocken und stickig, die vielen Fahrzeuge, die mit angelassenem Motor auf weitere Insassen warteten, trugen ihren Teil dazu bei, dem Berliner einen stinkenden Willkommensgruß an seine Nase zu schicken. Früher hätte er diesen Geruch gar nicht wahrgenommen, war er doch schließlich ein Großstadtkind, das viel in anderen Städten gelebt hatte. Jetzt jedoch, als er von der isolierten Basis in Griechenland kam, die in einem idyllischen Einöd lag, musste er die Nase rümpfen. 

Dennoch gab es keinen Grund, sein Gemüt zu trüben, ganz im Gegenteil: Das war seine Heimat. Jetzt war er zuhause. Hereford war nicht mehr der Ort, an dem er sich am wohlsten fühlte, und obwohl sie schon seit einer Weile in Griechenland lebten, hatte er noch immer nicht die Verbindung, wie sie es damals in Hereford fast sofort gegeben hatte. Auf dem Weg zum Bahnhof Schöneberg konnte er sich wenigstens die Beine vertreten. Zwar hat es einen Zwischenstopp in München gegeben, unglücklicherweise hatte er es nicht geschafft, viel zu gehen zu können. 

Just in dem Moment, als er das Gleis betrat, fuhr auch schon sein Zug vor seiner Nase weg. Entnervt setzte er sich auf die nächstgelegene Bank und legte seinen Rucksack neben sich. Viel hatte Dominic nicht gepackt, schließlich war er nur auf einen kurzen Besuch eingeladen. Und bei der jetzigen Spannung in Griechenland, missbilligte er es für eine längere Zeit nicht vor Ort zu sein. Nichtsdestotrotz freute er sich auf seine Neffen und natürlich darauf, seinen Bruder und dessen Frau wiederzusehen. Auf seine Eltern zu treffen, versetzte ihn nur in eine gewagte neutrale Gemütsstimmung.

Mit einer Verspätung von nur wenigen Minuten gab er sich zufrieden und erreichte die Berliner Innenstadt, um schließlich in einer völlig überfüllten U-Bahn zu seinem Bruder zu fahren, bei dem er auch herzlich eingeladen war zu übernachten. Als Gastgeschenke hatte er Olivenöl, Wein und ein paar handgemachte und bunt verzierte Tonuntersetzer dabei. Das größte Geschenk war natürlich seine Anwesenheit, die in den Jahren seiner Undercoverarbeit selten geworden war und danach umso mehr geschätzt wurde.

Mit einem lauten “Dominiiiiic!” wurde er von den Kindern schon im Treppenhaus begrüßt und musste sich prompt am Geländer festhalten, als diese ihn förmlich ansprangen und umarmten. Keuchend wuchtete er sich die Stufen hoch, als die beiden Kinder ihn in sämtliche Richtungen zogen und ihn mehrmals mit dem schweren Rucksack aus dem Gleichgewicht brachten. Als er endlich durch die Wohnungstür trat, wurde er von dem Geruch eines frisch gekochten Chili con Carne begrüßt. Aber ohne sich richtig umsehen zu können, schoben ihn die Kleinen die Kinder auch schon in das winzige Gästezimmer, das nur ein Bett, Kleiderschrank und Nachtschränkchen beinhaltete. Dort legte er auch seinen Rucksack ab, um endlich seinen Bruder und dessen Ehefrau zu begrüßen.

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“Ach, leckt mich doch echt am Arsch”, entfuhr es Dominic. Der Stuhl quietschte über den Boden, als er plötzlich aufstand.

“Wisst ihr, ich habe es langsam echt satt mit euch! Ich komme hierher, um in Frieden den Geburtstag meines Neffen zu feiern und ihr besitzt die Dreistigkeit, mit eurem Drecksgezeter anzufangen! Ich habe da einfach keinen Bock mehr drauf. Ich geh’ jetzt.”

"Ja, dann verpiss dich doch ins scheiß Ausland und zieh deinen Schwanz vor deinen Pflichten ein!”, rief ihm sein Vater hinterher, bevor ihn irgendwer aufhalten konnte.

Dominic hatte  seinen Rucksack bereits gepackt, in der leisen Ahnung, dass womöglich eben dieses Szenario eintraf. Zum Glück war der Tag schon fast vorbei und somit konnte sein Neffe doch den Hauptteil genießen. 

Gerade so, hatte er es noch geschafft in den Flieger zu steigen, welcher auch schon alsbald aufbrach, um schließlich um kurz nach 1 Uhr nachts in Athen anzukommen. Etwas verloren stand er an der Gepäckabholung. Alles kam langsam in ihm zu Tage. Er war ratlos. Hals über Kopf war er in Berlin aufgebrochen und erst jetzt kam ihm der Gedanke, dass er ein bisschen zu spontan gewesen war in seiner Entscheidung. Wie sollte er denn um diese Uhrzeit zurück zur Basis kommen? Er begann an der Haut an seinen Fingernägeln nervös zu zupfen. Es ärgerte ihn, dass er so unüberlegt gehandelt hatte, er hat nicht einmal einem seiner Freunde in Griechenland erzählt, dass er wieder zurück war.

Verstimmt trat er aus dem Gebäude und die kühle Nachtluft strich ihm in einer sanften Brise entgegen. Ein bisschen weiter weg waren die typischen Geräusche einer Großstadt zu vernehmen. Hier und dort hörte man einen Autoposer mit seinem Auto lautstark durch die Stadt preschen, in der Ferne die Sirene eines Krankenwagens, die Geräusche eines noch immer aktiven Straßenverkehrs und vereinzelte Stimmen. Leute, die sich in die Arme fielen, oder auch nur gediegen über den Flug redeten.

Langsam trat er an die Straße und schaute, ob noch irgendwo ein Taxi bereit stand. Es würde verdammt teuer werden, aber er hatte schlicht weg keine Geduld noch Ewigkeiten nach einer Herberge in Athen zu suchen, oder irgendwo an einem Bahnhof herumlungern zu müssen, bis endlich ein Zug, oder Bus, ankam.

Zähneknirschend lief er die Straße weiter ab und fand ein paar vereinzelte Taxen. Er winkte und hoffte, dass einer der Fahrer ihn sieht und das Auto startet. Er wollte einfach nur weg von hier.

In einer Mischung von Englisch und Griechisch – ein paar Fetzen hatte er sich beigebracht – versuchte er dem Fahrer zu erklären, dass es eine etwas weitere Fahrt werden würde und ob dieser bereit wäre, ihn zu fahren. Mit einer hereinwinkenden Geste bat er ihn ins Auto.

Ein leichter Hauch von Glück machte sich in ihm breit und er schrieb in einem noch immer leicht gereizten Ton in der Freundesgruppe, dass er jetzt schon auf dem – und da musste er  kurz innehalten – Heimweg sei. Er sendete die Nachricht, doch eben jenes kleine Wort brachte ihm einen ganz neuen Ausbruch an Gefühlen, die er erst einmal ordnen musste. Unterdessen kam ein “hab ich dir doch gleich gesagt, hättest dir besser ein Hotelzimmer buchen solln" von Marius. Es war wenig hilfreich. Oder vielleicht doch? Noch mehr Grübeleien.

Da hatte Marius natürlich recht und es verwunderte ihn, dass er nicht selbst auf diese Idee gekommen war. Aber zu groß war der Drang, aus der Stadt zu fliehen. Er hätte überall hingehen können und doch hatte er sich für Griechenland entschieden. Ein Seufzer entfuhr ihm und plötzlich fühlte er sich ein wenig leichter und weniger unwohl in seiner Haut. Trotz allem hatte er seiner Meinung nach die richtige Entscheidung getroffen. Sie war die teurere, aber dennoch die, die ihn am glücklichsten machte. Schließlich hätte er, wenn er früher daran gedacht hätte, noch in Deutschland ein Hotel suchen können. Entspannt sah er aus dem Fenster und ab und zu unterhielt er sich mit dem Fahrer über Gott und die Welt. Schlafen konnte er ohnehin nicht.

Als sie allmählich am Ende der Fahrt angelangt waren, wurde der Himmel dunkel, der Mond und ein Großteil der Sterne verschwanden und wichen dem zarten Morgengrauen, das die bergige Landschaft in eine dunkle Silhouette verwandelte, die sich langsam vom erhellenden Himmel absetzte. 

In dem Moment, als sie den letzten Hügel überquerten, machte sich ein wohlig warmes Gefühl in ihm breit, das ihn in Vorfreude versetzte. Jetzt, da er die bekannte Anreihung der kleinen Straßenlichter des benachbarten Dorfes sah, das sich am Fuße des Hügels befand, konnte er es kaum erwarten anzukommen. Er beugte sich vor, um besser durch die Windschutzscheibe einen Blick auf die Beleuchtung der Baracken in der Ferne zu erhaschen.

Der Taxifahrer spürte seine Unruhe und begann ein bisschen zu witzeln. 

Anschließend stand er endlich an der Wegkreuzung, sein Portemonnaie um einiges schmaler, aber das war in Ordnung. Dem Fahrer hatte er einiges an Trinkgeld gegeben. Der Fahrzeugführer hatte ihn hier rauslassen müssen, weil es vor den Toren zur Basis keine Wendemöglichkeit gab, so musste er also die letzten knapp 500 Meter zu Fuß zurücklegen.

Das war ihm recht. Jetzt, da die Luft frisch vom Meer hergetragen wurde und sich die Landschaft im Morgenrot langsam erhellte, konnte er sich keinen besseren Ort vorstellen, an dem er in diesem Moment sein konnte.

Jetzt verstand er. Getrübt von der Sehnsucht nach Hereford, hatte er es zunächst nicht bemerkt, aber der Ort war ihm doch ans Herz gewachsen.

Hier fühlte er sich wohl. Hier sind Erinnerungen entstanden, die nicht immer von froher Natur waren und sich trotzdem immer zum Guten gewendet haben. Hier war eine Welt, die ihn immer mit offenen Armen empfing. Alles wird gut.

Hier sind seine Freunde.

Notes:

Ich musste lange überlegen, aber ich bin froh über dieses Thema. Ich mag dieses wohlige, warme Gefühl, wenn man von einer Reise zurückkommt. 

Ich hatte wirklich viel Spaß ein bisschen mit der Sprache zu spielen, meine Freude über die Arbeit an einer Übersetzung hält sich deshalb in Grenzen. Ich hoffe nur, dass ich sie so schnell und originalgetreu diesem Kapitel beifügen kann! 

Liebe Grüße an alle Reisenden und Heimkehrer, ich hoffe der Weg war nicht zu anstrengend! 

[vampsquerade]

Idk if it sent the first time so I’m trying again lol

Can we get a Bandit/Reader fic where the reader comforts him after one of his nightmares about his time undercover? I think he deserves someone to love and care for him <:3

thank the stars you tried a second time bc there was nothing for bandit in my inbox until you sent this in. thank you for requesting tho! i love bandit’s backstory a lot, so getting to write something like this has always been on my to-do list ^-^

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Bandit x Reader: Night Terrors

Trigger Warnings: angst with a happy ending, night terrors, self-hatred, comfort/hurt, mentions of a notorious biker gang, death

Night terrors were no new thing to Dominic, as he felt he had some sick deal with the Devil after he gave up a part of his soul to stay safe while undercover. The amount of things he did and had to do were the worst you could imagine, and he absolutely hated it. He wished he could make the flooding of those awful memories he sometimes got randomly in the night stop, but he knew he would never get that chance. And once he started dating you, it felt like they only ever got worse and worse. Dominic would always refuse to cuddle you or fall asleep next to you, as his terri’s never really stopped. It was awful, and he didn’t want you to see him like that. You were just a civilian, oblivious to the threats around them, and you never needed to learn of his past double life.

But you insisted, even crying over it because you just wanted to hold him like you had always seen other people hold their partners. And after all that, Dominic caved and decided to let you be with him in his bed for once. The German, who reinforced a wall that was already so impenetrable, let a single butterfly through. You were nuzzled up against him, gently stroking his hair and kissing his neck. Dominic sighed softly, closing his eyes a bit as he began to feel a bit drowsy. “Hey, Dominic?” you ask softly. Regaining his attention, he opened his eyes to look at you, “What is it?” he asked sharply. “Um…I love you…” you say softly. That was the first time either of you ever said those three words to one another at all, and it warmed Dominic’s uneasy heart. He just gave you a slow nod, before then falling asleep.

Dominic, at first, wasn’t restless. His dream, or possible night terror, wasn’t so bad just yet. He saw himself walking down the streets where the Hannover Chapter of the Hells Angels usually met, and he looked down at himself. Dominic was fully dressed in the same attire he usually wore when he was with them, and now he was convinced he was just reliving a memory in his dreamscape. As he walked further and further down the street, he turned to walk into an alleyway and met up with them. It was once he turned the corner where Dominic realized the memory he was currently living.

Dominic was about to kill a man that tried to stop an operation they were doing in the city.

The man in front of him was covered in his own blood, wheezing softly as they held him up. “Finally you’re here! Took you fucking long enough, now hurry up and put this man out of his misery.” one of the men holding him up said. Dominic nodded and walked over to a table nearby, grabbing a gun and loading it. The bloodied man began wheezing more, panicking as he was about to have his life abruptly taken from him by a man who was only doing it to take down this whole operation. Dominic then stood right in front of the man and aimed the pistol right at his face. “P-Please…” the man whimpered, staring up at him with his one good eye.

Dominic sighed and just shook his head, staring down at the man. Though his face was stone cold, his eyes held a pitiful warmth that he’d hoped would guide the man to wherever he would end up. He then clicked off the safety, causing the man to struggle more, then pulled the trigger. Upon the sound of the gunshot ringing out, Dominic woke up and sat up quickly. He put a hand to his chest, panting heavily as he needed to feel like he was himself in his current state. He turned to his side and then saw you staring at him with a worried expression on your face. “Dominic…” you say softly. “I-I’m sorry…I told you this was a bad idea…” Dominic said.

He got himself out of bed and walked towards the kitchen, with you following right behind him. “Dominic, you need to tell me what’s wrong…what did you see in your dreams..?” you ask, grabbing his wrist tightly enough to get him to stop walking, but gently enough to where it was more reassuring. “I…before I joined Rainbow, I was undercover in 2010. I did terrible things in my time, and sure, it got me where I am now, but I wish I never did those things.” Dominic said. “What kind of things..?” you ask softly. “ Anything terrible you could think of, I did most of it.”

Your eyes went wide, but not out of fear, out of pure shock. Dominic was in an organization where that was something he had ti do against enemy forces. But against innocent civilians? You couldn’t even begin to imagine the horrors that plagues his mind. You always had a feeling that the slight goofiness he put up was just a front, and you seemingly found yourself being the one thing that broke through. “You can break up with me if you want, it’s fine…” Dominic suddenly said, breaking the silence between you two. “Dom,” you say, now gently bringing him in for a hug, “I’m not breaking up with you over keeping that a secret. You were doing it to protect me, and I can understand that. But you can’t just bottle your emotions away. We’re partners, we should always be able to tell each other how we’re feeling. I’m not leaving you.”

Dominic sighed, holding onto you tightly. He was shaking like a leaf, terrified of opening up to you about the amount of things he did. “You don’t need to tell me now, but you can tell me when you’re ready. I love you, Dominic.” you reassure, gently rubbing circles into his back. “I love you too, Y/N…I’m so sorry…” he apologized. “Don’t be sorry, you don’t have any reason to be. I would have wished you told me sooner, but things take their time. If anyone should be sorry, it’s me.” you say. Dominic pulled away from your embrace, giving you a confused look, “But why?” he asked. “I was the one who insisted on sleeping next to you.” you say bluntly.

Dominic’s expression softened, bringing a hand up to gently caress your face, “Liebling, don’t worry about all that…you just wanted to spend more time with me a bit more intimately. I should have at least tried a bit more, rather than push you away.” he said. “I just…feel bad about it. Maybe I should’ve been a bit gentler…” you say sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. “Well…let me just drink some water before we go back to bed.” Dominic said, now walking away from you so he could get a glass of water. “If you wake up again, please be sure to wake me up as well. I want to help calm you down and comfort you when you have another night terror.” you say.

Dominic gave you a smile after drinking some water, cleaning his cup before then going and giving you a kiss on the forehead. You smiled, and the two of you went back to his room to sleep. Going under the sheets together, you had Dominic actually be the little spoon for once, and gently helped put him to sleep with words of reassurance and kisses. “Ich liebe dich…” Dominic mumbled sleepily. You let out a soft laugh, smiling, “I love you too.” you say, kissing the back of his neck before you both drifted off to sleep.

[goldenlaquer]

(Nsfw) Golden king & queen, I raise you: reader with oral fixation + Bandit. Gotta wanna will ah suck on hm. Fingers yeah? :))))))))) suppressing my shame

I concede, you genius.

Dominic "Bandit" Brunsmeier NSFW Headcanons:

You've always been a bit of a snark.

Always got something to say, you. Never without your trigger finger on a ready quip. No terrible, groan-worthy pun is ever left unturned on your watch. Sarcastic witticisms galore tucked in your belt right next to your gun. Some can appreciate it, and some think—

You have a smart mouth, Schatzi. He tells you, a dark gaze boring into you, first holding your eyes, then flicking down to your lips, lingering. Be careful with that.

But it's more than an attitude problem, you just can't help it, like an itch. Your mouth, you have to use it, else you go crazy. When you're not verbally running it off, you need to keep it busy, constantly chewing gum, biting your hangnail into a bleeding mess, sucking on the insides of your cheeks like candy, or gnawing the rubber-covered wires of your coms to near destruction, or bringing your hand up to your quivering bottom lip, caressing… imagining… imagining…

the memory of a glove being shucked off, exposing trimmed nails and rough inked skin. you watching in a dumbed stupor as he brought his other gloved hand to wrap around an uncovered wrist, flexing those big fingers, tendons and strong veins a stark relief.

Longing breeds strange actions. Alone in the short hours that you have to yourself, your own hands have become a poor substitute of what you recall. Your fingers, so much smaller and not as rough hewn, tracing the shape of your mouth, nails dipping in the parted seam, feeling the boundaries between dry skin and soft warm wetness, drunk to the imagination that it's his finger instead.

What would he do? What would he say? If he knew how bad you want to put your smart mouth on him, so bad that it hurts. That you got off on it, to the mere thought of him inside your mouth. That it didn't matter where— his hands, or his lips, or his cock– anywhere he lets you. Anywhere.

Bandit knows. Of course, he does. Your longing is such a plain thing to sniff out. The need in your stares so visceral, it would take a complete fool to miss it. Even in the midst of sassing him—you know that he knows, when he reaches over and plucks your smiling bottom lip from the worry of teeth, and holds it between in a firm pinch, scruffing you into a paralyzed state, a deer caught in headlights. 

Ah. Bandit's slow, unblinking study of your flustered face and trembling lip is akin to a triumphant victory lap. So this is how I make you behave.

Behaving can only mean that your mouth is being lazily fucked by two of his thick fingers while you’re kneeling between his legs, his half-lidded eyes meeting the tears brewing underneath your lashes and the saliva running down your neck as he fits himself knuckle-deep in, the lewd squelch of your throat working to accommodate him, and your tongue soothingly lapping around the worn leather of his gloves.

How nice and agreeable you become, his little troublemaker, at the mere touch of his gloved thumb on your presented tongue. Oh, but what a good girl you are.

Good girl. Good girl. Good girl. The praise does something to you, hurtling straight to the unintelligent goo in your primitive brain, takes deep root and festers. makes you mewl and suck on him harder, wanting to please him, like a good girl.

Sometimes you're sweet as sweet can be, preening with his rumbling chuckles, laced with amusement and hot with want, when you slowly suck in his bottom lip, or when you pepper kisses up his neck to take the lobe of his ear and drag it lightly through your blunt teeth. Or when worshipping his hands— so beautiful in their dangerous masculinity— tugging his gloves off with your mouth and finding purpose in kissing every hardened callous and licking the pathways of his scars and tattoos with care.

And sometimes, you don't really care about being a good girl for him, smartass comments rolling off your tongue until he's had enough of it, snapping, close your mouth.

And good girls certainly do not try to unsuccessfully hold back their excited grins and exacerbate their grave situations by purring, thought you liked it wide open.

For that, he's making you warm his hard cock in your throat for hours, unconcerned with the whimpers coming from below the work bench as he takes his time cleaning out his guns and mending his CED, periodically reaching down to pinch your nose shut, uncaring that his fingers are filthy with grease, until you're frantically gagging on the thickness for air— or thrusting his hips deeper in your mouth when he feels like there's not enough drool leaking down his balls.

Maybe Bandit might regret what a little fiend you’re turning out to be from all this. Because punishments don't really mean much if you enjoy what he does to you, and the proof is right there in the pudding when he finally sets aside his CED and checks under the bench, tenderly brushing out the hairs from your soaked cheeks—and look, look at the mess, the sobbing, the saliva, the grease marks. Look, how utterly wreaked you are, and yet, still how you glow with such enraptured bliss, as if there's no place you'd rather be then there on the floor, sucking on his cock.

Oh, Schatzi. What will I do with you.

[viktorviolettaenterprises]

Rainbow Six:Siege "Bandit" Outfit

@sssvitlanz @cctreasuretrove

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Dominic Brunsmeier and his twin brother Cedrick were born in Berlin, East Germany. Both were raised in a working class district near the Berlin Wall. Their father worked in the police force and strongly encouraged them to join. In 1992, the day after their eighteenth birthday, both brothers joined the Bundesgrenzschutz (BGS). Stationed with border patrol, Brunsmeier spent his first year getting accustomed to taking orders and filing paperwork. Brunsmeier excelled in crisis situations. He transferred to the Aviation Group long enough to obtain his helicopter license but his adaptability and experience with border surveillance flagged him for undercover operations.

In 1994, he was assigned to a joint task force aimed at quelling the growing threat of the Red Army Faction (RAF). In 2006 he was recruited by the GSG-9 to go undercover, where he would spend four years embedded with the Hannover Chapter of the Hells Angels. In both operations Brunsmeier's contribution was critical in seeing key members arrested and providing valuable information. While undercover, Brunsmeier honed skills in guerrilla tactics and improvised explosive devices. He developed prototypes of his electrified barricade and deployable shield.

Brunsmeier was later recruited into Rainbow in 2015 and participated in various operations against the White Masks terrorist organization. Following Rainbow's reorganization in 2022, he was added to the unit's new humanitarian squad, Wolfguard. 

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Every known Rainbow operator past and present (and NIGHTHAVEN operators)

GIS

Adriano “Maestro” Martello (2018-Present)

Antonio Maldini (1999-2012)

Aria “Alibi” de Luca (2018-Present)

GIGN

Alain DuBarry (1999-2012)

Emmanuelle “Twitch” Pichon (2015-Present)

Gilles “Montagne” Touré (2015-Present)

Gustav “Doc” Kateb (2015-Present)

Julian “Rook” Nizan (2015-Present)

Olivier “Lion” Flament (2018-Present)

1º Batalhão de Forças Especiais

Alejandro Noronha (1999-2012)

Spetzgruppa “A”

Aleksandr “Tachanka” Senaviev (2015-Present)

Genedy Filatov (1999-2012)

Lera “Finka” Melnikova (2018-2022 (defected to NIGHTHAVEN), rejoined in or before 2025)

Maxim “Kapkan” Basuda (2015-Present)

Shuhrat “Fuze” Kessikbayev (2015-Present)

Timur “Glaz” Glazkov (2015-Present)

AFEAU

Ana “Solis” Valentina Díaz (2022-Present) 

Special Air Service

Andrew Burke (1999-2012)

Eddie Price (1999-2012)

Geoff Bates (1999-2012)

James “Smoke” Porter (2015-2022) (Defected to NIGHTHAVEN)

Mark R. “Mute” Chandar (2015-Present)

Michael Walter (2008-2012)

Mike “Thatcher” Baker (2015-Present)

Paddy Connelly (1999-2012)

Peter Covington (1999-2012)

Scotty McTyler (1999-2012)

Seamus “Sledge” Cowden (2015-Present)

Steve Lincoln (1999-2012)

National Task Force

Annika Lofquist (1999-2012) (Under ONI)

NIGHTHAVEN

Anja Katarina “Osa” Janković (2021-2022)

Apha “Aruni” Tawanroong (2020-2022)

Charlie Tho Keng “Grim” Boon (2022-Present) (NIGHTHAVEN only)

Håvard “Ace” Haugland (2020-2022)

Jaimini Kalimohan “Kali” Shah (2019-2022)

Ngũgĩ Muchoki “Wamai” Furaha (2019-Present)

Belarusian Ground Forces

Arkadi Novikov (2001-2012)

Mossad

Ayana Yacoby (1999-2012)

David Peled (1999-2012)

Sharon Judd (2010-2012)

APCA

Azucena Rocío “Amaru” Quispe (2019-Present)

United States Army Rangers

“Bishop” (Unknown-2012)

United States Navy SEALs

Brian Armstrong (Unknown-2012)

Craig “Blackbeard” Jensen (2016-Present)

Meghan J. “Valkyrie” Castellano (2016-Present)

Miguel “Mike” Chin (1999-2012)

Garda Emergency Response Unit

Brianna “Thorn” Skehan (2021-Present)

FES

César Ruiz “Goyo” Hernández (2019-Present)

707th Special Mission Group

Choi Byoung-Ryang (2003-2012)

Choi Jae-Hoon (2003-2012)

Choi Youn-Suk (2003-2012)

Chul “Vigil” Kyung Hwa (2017-Present)

Grace “Dokkaebi” Nam (2017-Present)

Hong Min-Hyun (2003-2012)

Jung Park (2009-2012)

Jung Sang-Yub (2003-2012)

Kim Jae-Ho (2003-2012)

Kim Sung-Gun (2003-2012)

Kim Yu-Jin (2003-2012)

Lee Won-Ho (2003-2012)

Lee Youn-Jung (2003-2012)

Pak Suo-Won (2001-2012)

Seo Young-Lan (2003-2012)

United States Secret Service

Collinn “Warden” McKinley (2019-Present)

FBI Hostage Rescue Team

Daniel Bogart (1999-2012)

United States Marine Corps

Daniel "Bear" Malloy (1999-2012)

GSG 9

Dieter Weber (2001-2012)

Dominic “Bandit” Brunsmeier (2015-Present)

Elias “Blitz” Kötz (2015-Present)

Jorg Walther (1999-2012)

Marius “Jäger” Streicher (2015-Present)

Monika “IQ” Weiss (2015-2022) (Defected to NIGHTHAVEN)

CIA

Domingo “Ding” Chavez (1999-2012)

John Clark (1999-2000 (as operator))

Beredskapstroppen

Einar Petersen (2001-2012)

GEO

Elena María “Mira” Álvarez (2017-Present)

Ryad Ramírez “Jackal” Al-Hassar (2017-Present)

FBI SWAT

Eliza “Ash” Cohen (2015-Present)

Jack “Pulse” Estrada (2015-2022) (Defected to NIGHTHAVEN)

Jordan “Thermite” Trace (2015-Present)

Miles “Castle” Campbell (2015-Present)

JW GROM

Elżbieta "Ela" Bosak (2017-2022)  (Defected to NIGHTHAVEN)

Kazimiera Rakuzanka (1999-2012)

Zofia Bosak (2017-Present)

Delta Force

Erik “Maverick” Thorn (2018-Present)

George Tomlison (1999-2012)

Hank Patterson (1999-2012)

Homer Johnston (1999-2012)

Julio “Oso” Vega (1999-2012)

Logan Keller (2005-2012)

Mike Pierce (1999-2012)

Renee Raymond (1999-2012)

United States Army

Fred “Freddy” Franklin (1999-2012)

Mortimer “Sam” Houston (1999-2012)

Royal New Zealand Air Force

Gary Kenyon (2010-2012)

BATF International Response Team

Gerald Morris (1999-2012)

1st Special Operations Wing

Harrison (1999-2012)

Royal Air Force

Jack Nance (1999-2012)

GSIGR

Jalal “Kaid” El Fassi (2018-Present)

Sanaa “Nomad” El Maktoub (2018-Present)

Unit 777

Jamal Murad (2001-2012)

CSIS

Joanna Torres (2010-2012)

Jaeger Corps

Karina “Nøkk” Gaarddhøje (2019-Present)

EKO Cobra

Karl Haider (1999-2012) (under GEK Cobra)

MI5

Kevin Sweeney (1999-2012)

ELDYK

Kure Galanos (2001-2012)

Pyrotechno GmbH

Lars Breckenbauer (1999-2012)

Special Duties Unit

Liu “Lesion” Tze Long (2017-Present)

Siu “Ying” Mei Ling (2017-Present)

DGSE

Louis Loiselle (2001-2012)

Special Assault Team

Masaru “Echo” Enatsu (2016-Present)

Yumiko “Hibana” Imagawa (2016-Present)

STAR-NET Aviation

Mina “Thunderbird” Sky (2021-Present)

Metropolitan Police Service

Morowa “Clash” Evans (2018-Present)

COT

Nayara “Brava” Cardoso (2023-Present)

REU

Neinke Meijer (2020-Present)

Special Forces Group (Belgium)

Néon “Sens” Ngoma Mutombo (2022-Present)

Joint Task Force 2

Roger McAllen (1999-2012)

Sébastien “Buck” Côté (2016-Present)

Tina “Frost” Lin Tsang (2016-Present)

NSA

Sam Bennett (1999-2012)

Fourth Echelon

Samuel Leo “Sam” Fisher (2020-Present)

UEI

Santiago Arnavisca (1999-2012)

40 Commando

Shawn Rivers (2010) (KIA)

BOPE

Taina “Caveira” Pereira (2016-Present)

Vicente “Capitão” Souza (2016-Present)

Inkaba Task Force

Thandiwe “Melusi” Ndlovu (2020-Present)

FBI

Tim Noonan (1999-2012)

Paul Bellow (1999-2012)

SASR

Max “Mozzie” Goose (2019-Present)

Timothy Hanley (1999-2012)

Tori Tallyo “Gridlock” Fairous (2019-Present)

LAPD SWAT

Tracy Woo (1999-2012)

MI6

William “Billy” Tawney (1999-2012)

Unaffiliated

Kana “Azami” Fujiwara (2022-Present)

Saif “Oryx” Al Hadid (2020-Present)

Santiago Miguel “Flores” Lucero (2021-Present)

Unspecified

Brody Lukin (2010-2012)

“Deimos” (Unknown-On or Before 2012)

Emilio Narino (2001-2012)

Gabriel Nowak (2005-2010) (Defected/KIA)

Harry (1999-2012)

Kan Akahashi (2010) (KIA)

Monroe (2005) (KIA)

Directors

John Clark (1999-2010)

Domingo “Ding” Chavez (2010-2012)

Aurelia Arnot (2015-2019)

Harishva “Harry” Pandey (2019-2023) (KIA)

Unknown (2023-)