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kiruuuuu · 6 years

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@magehir, my muse as well as the devil on my shoulder, requested I write about Bandit/Jäger with Bandit using ... a certain euphemism for come and being a remorseless hyena about it. So I did. (Rating E, explicit sex/humour, ~2k words)

Bandit blinks once, twice, the beer halfway to his lips forgotten and Jäger is basically cringing in his seat at the dubious look on his face. He regrets mentioning it and thinking it was a good idea and ever being born because chances are that Bandit is going to choke him and not even in the fun way. “You want to do what now?”

“Look, I just thought we’d – it’d be –” He’s fidgeting and averting his gaze now, unwilling to repeat himself even though the mere idea makes his crotch throb. “Ah, forget it, I -”

“I have one condition”, Bandit interrupts him and does this mean he’s basically agreeing because if yes, they’re going to do it right now, Jäger is just going to rip their clothes off and - “You let me talk dirty.”

This is ominous. Jäger frowns, trying to remember a single instance where Bandit’s mouth wasn’t filled with profanity and promises of all the depraved things he’s going to do to him and only comes up with the times when his mouth was otherwise occupied, rendering him physically incapable of cursing. “What’s that supposed to mean?”, he demands to know, cautious, and feels suspicion rise in him at Bandit’s broad grin.

“You’re not allowed to shut me up. That’s all I ask.”

It seems uncomplicated enough, which undoubtedly means it’s a trap. “But you’ll let me -”

“Yeah. You can even go raw if you want, shoot it all up in my gut.” At this, Jäger’s eyes widen in disbelief. “Just let me finish my beer first, alright?”

No chance. Not after he’s – not after that, the images flooding Jäger’s mind are entirely too powerful and so he decides to waste no time. Bandit merely chuckles as he’s being pulled to his feet and dragged inside the house all the way to their bedroom; they’re kissing and groping each other in between making sure they don’t stumble over anything and Jäger’s already panting and more than half hard by the time he’s got his lover in a horizontal position on the sheets. For some reason, Bandit’s presence sometimes is enough to get him all hot and bothered already, there’s just something about him that’s undeniably erotic, whether it’s his lazy smile or the fact that he’s pretty much always up for a quick romp, no matter where they are.

He’s humming into their kisses now and when Jäger shoves his hands under his t-shirt, Bandit flips them around effortlessly and grins against his lips. “Are you this eager to plant your seed in my backyard, babycakes?”, he murmurs and this is when Jäger realises his mistake. He freezes and is about to protest vehemently when a hand slides into his crotch, feeling out his dick through his trousers and making it jump. Okay. It’s probably still worth it, regardless of the outrageous things that will definitely spawn from Bandit’s cursed imagination. “So? Does Princess Sophia want to come out and play?”

“Oh my God”, he says and Bandit’s face lights up proportionally to Jäger’s reddening cheeks. “Could you – could you not?”

“How about you let me do the work, hm, cuddlebug? You just lean back and relax while I ride you like that bicycle I got in first grade.”

The worst thing is… it’s still hot. Despite everything, Jäger’s arousal is unwavering even though his embarrassment is fighting against it, mostly due to the downright filthy things Bandit’s tongue is currently performing on his own, as well as the prospect of balancing Bandit on his cock – it’s too tempting. He might laugh about the absurdity of his words after they’re done yet right now, he’s focusing on undressing them both, exposing more and more of Bandit’s slim body and teasing his nipples along the way, something that never fails to coax a few genuine groans out of him.

“So, you want to creampie me, hot stuff?” The way he utters these… terms with an impressively straight face does have a certain allure to it, even though Jäger would prefer it if he stopped this instant. Meekly, he nods and tries to concentrates on what they’re about to do rather than what Bandit is saying. “You want to frost my flakes? Sure, studmuffin, just let me get us both buttered up.”

“Dom, what the fuck”, he can’t help but reply and Bandit’s poker face cracks as he cackles delightedly while rummaging around in the drawer that holds not even the majority of their dirty little secrets. He’s enjoying this entirely too much and Jäger befalls the sneaking suspicion that Bandit would’ve agreed to letting Jäger top him regardless though now it’s too late to call him out on it. He makes a mental note to try and be more assertive in the future – an impossible undertaking if he keeps allowing Bandit to steamroll him.

He’s granted a grace period of blissful silence during which Bandit worships his cock, as always. There’s just no other word for how he licks, sucks and strokes it until Jäger’s thighs are trembling, especially since he knows all the sensitive spots, takes him apart with his tongue and nimble fingers, blows him with abandon and swallows him whole. Jäger is dizzy when he releases him again, leaving him rock hard and aching for more, and he thinks it’s finally over, now that they’re nearing the proper act. Bandit herds him further up the bed so he can sit upright and lean against the headboard and climbs on top of him, kisses him deeply and yes, it seems he’s done with his antics. It’s lovely and intimate, just like what they’re about to do, therefore Jäger whispers the words he’s only allowed to use in the bedroom for fear of physical harm were he ever to say them out loud in public.

“Me too, honey bunny”, Bandit responds softly and it’s unexpectedly sweet, makes him smile and pull him closer, almost distracts him from the fact that the tip of his erection is lined up perfectly and then, of course, of course, he adds: “Now enter me like I’m the lottery.”

This one is actually ludicrous to such an extent that Jäger would’ve laughed had Bandit not made use of that exact moment to sink down onto his dick. As it is, he only manages a chortle that’s cut off by his head slipping into the unbearable heat and then it’s nothing but a pleasured groan up to the point where he bottoms out. It feels exactly as heavenly as he’s hoped, Bandit is tight and scorching and magnificent.

“Your gigglestick feels amazing.”

He opens his eyes that fell shut by themselves somewhere along the way and glares. “I swear you’re going to kill my boner, Dom, not even you feel good enough to – oh God do that again!”

Bandit studies him with a smug expression as he clenches around Jäger’s shaft once more, making him arch his back and grind his hips up even though he’s already all the way inside. “You were saying, peachy pie?”

“Just shut up, alright?”, Jäger grits out and manages a first tentative thrust that’s met with a satisfyingly loud moan – only when he does it again, the reaction is the same and when Bandit eventually starts moving, it becomes clear that he’s nowhere near done because now he’s actively trying to imitate a porn star, judging by the noises, and Jäger is getting tired of it fast. He drags him closer and forces him into a kiss just to silence him which only yields moderate success as Bandit is now moaning into his mouth while bouncing on his cock but it’s a small victory at least.

Disregarding all the shenanigans going on, it’s fantastic, Bandit’s tempo just right, his insides gripping Jäger’s erection tightly and the movements are thorough, there’s nothing half-hearted about it. For how long he’s dreamed about doing this, he almost expected to end up disappointed yet the whole thing somehow lives up to the hype – he sincerely hopes they’ll repeat this. Bandit seems content with making out sloppily for right now, so Jäger does his best to keep his mouth occupied as they move against each other, build up their pleasure.

He’s losing himself in the sensations, in Bandit, in his slowly approaching climax, so he wraps one hand around Bandit’s leaking flesh, strokes him in time with his short thrusts and, for the duration of several minutes, it’s nothing short of breathtaking. Bandit is cradling his face in his hands and peppers it with kisses, sucks on his lower lip and traces his jaw with his tongue while they move in unison, chasing their release, relishing the shocks of lust in their groins. And Jäger makes the mistake of being lulled in by the pleasurable, repetitive movements because when Bandit comes up for air and looks him straight in the face, he expects him to start with his usual barrage of filth and swearwords and not -

“Give it to me, sugar lips”, Bandit tells him in between pants, “come on, give me your baby batter.”

Jäger halts. He watches as Bandit’s anticipatory smile slowly changes into a shit eating grin that makes him want to slap it off. They’ve both stopped now, breathing hard, only where he stares at his lover in mute horror, Bandit looks this close to breaking out into a full-bellied laughter. “I don’t – are you fucking serious?” This tips Bandit over into hysterics, in turn convincing Jäger to try and shove him off, face burning and speechless because what in the world.

And like a dog that bit a little too hard during play fighting, Bandit immediately switches to reassuring him with gentle licks into his mouth, smoothing his palms down Jäger’s chest and purring. “Babe, shhh, come on, let’s finish and then you can beat me up, alright? I promise I’ll stop. You feel fucking great and the next time I’ll let you bend me over whatever you want. Okay?”

His smirk persists but he seems reasonably sincere, not to mention Jäger is still deep inside him, so he relents with a sigh and an eye-roll, allows Bandit to keep moving. They need a while to find a proper rhythm again because Bandit won’t stop giggling for a bit but then they’re back to passionate kisses and equally as passionate fucking. Jäger focuses on the heat surrounding him, the way Bandit stretches unconsciously whenever he brushes over his sweet spot, the fact that they are going to do this again and -

When he comes, it’s thorough bliss rushing through him, encompassing his entire body and lifting his hips off the bed. The knowledge that he’s spilling into Bandit, marking him as his just like he’s been marked so many times before amplifies the satisfaction coursing through him – he barely had any time to consider it but Bandit letting him do this is an impressive display of trust. His lover follows suit, paints Jäger’s chest white as they ride out their orgasm, breath mingling and hands gripping tightly, holding on to each other.

They enjoy the aftershocks in silence, their foreheads leaning against each other and fingers lazily drawing patterns on sweaty skin. Then, something occurs to Jäger, he remembers Bandit saying something just as he came. “Did you…”, he frowns, “did you say ball barf?” The snort he receives in response is enough of an answer. “Jesus Christ, Dom. I want a divorce.”

“We’re not even married, you asshat”, Bandit laughs and awkwardly climbs off him to flop down on the bed. “That was fun. We should do it again.”

“Absolutely not. It’s not worth it.”

This seems to intrigue Bandit, which is an extremely bad sign. “What if I make it worth it? You get the best blowjob of your life but you have to call me daddy the entire time?”

And Jäger just buries his face in his hands.

#rainbow six siege #bandit #jäger #bandit/jäger #fanfic #oneshot #galloping abs #baby batter sounds like you blended a child #thank lindsay jones for this one

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sapphiel · 4 years

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A bunch of OCs that I collab’d with friends, @etheralavarice and @cosmicfails. Meet the Zanni Troupe, a bunch of jester/harlequin/clown people who sorta act like mercs or soldiers. They have their own unique, specialized roles to contribute to the Troupe. More info under the cut:

Mordre is the Zanni Menor, a small, unassuming character, who speaks almost always in rhyme, however he tends to mess up his own rhyming very often and break character by a loud swear. At first glance, he seems nothing out of the ordinary, but he is actually an automaton, a doll brought to life by magic. As the Zanni Menor, his role is stealth and espionage, his small size and quick, nimble movements enable him to sneak past defenses and evade attacks. His sleeves function like a strange hammerspace, containing a seemingly endless amount of bladed weaponry of all types, no matter how large. He can also store anything within them, he can even fit his fellow Zannis inside for quick, concealed transportation.

Hyena is the Zanni Grande, a tall, slender, looming figure who seems to be a mockery of a proud, boastful icon, for he is anything but. Wracked by crippling trauma and depression, Hyena hides his emotional pain with a helmet he crafted himself, self-depreciating jokes, wickedly dark humor, and a deceptively “proud” and “joyful” tone of voice, paired with giggles that may start to resemble sobbing from time to time. Prone to saying too much about himself, he frequently brings up his severe emotional and mental damage to anyone within earshot, without being asked prior. His legs had been amputated and replaced with pogo stick-like prosthesis that let him leap to higher places, for he is actually an excellent sniper. Wielding a custom made rifle with great accuracy, he picks off his unsuspecting targets before leaping away, the only sign of his presence was a faint, echoing cackle.

Maddison is the Zanni Ambulas. The Ambulas role is not a direct combatant, but rather prefers to support their team or act as a messenger. Maddison is more than happy to fill that role. Maddison is a proud city girl, infatuated with the night life of the Big Apple, and desires nothing more but to bring the magical time of celebration to anyone she can deem a friend. Wielding her trusty golden baton, she marches into the battlefield not to spill blood, but to boost the morale and stamina of her allies with her uplifting Rockefeller Groove to keep them moving. Rhythm and music is a big part of her life, one will always see her bouncing, swaying, and tapping to the beat of her groove. If you let her, she’ll gladly offer you a trip down the funky streets of Rockefeller.

Anathema is the Zanni Latron, the harbinger of war and conflict, at least what she claims to be. She boasts the largest arsenal among her Zanni peers, and knowledge on how to use all of them to go along with it. She is also decorated in what appears to be remains of fallen warriors, but not of her foes. Rather, she collects the remains of her fallen friends, and “honors” them by displaying their bones on her body as a sign of respect. She has a grim outlook on the world, a bit of a nihilist, and really takes her role as the soldier zanni very seriously, but she knows how to have some form of “fun” from time to time.

Twilight is the Zanni Jubilant, the most peppy, joyful, and the fiery of the Zannis. She is easily excited, very playful, and play tricks on anyone, friend or foe. But of course, it’s only her friends that get the little harmless pranks. Her foes, however, get a much more pyromantic treatment: Bombardments of blinding flashes of light, disorienting explosions of brightly colored flame, and a finale of a blazing inferno that can incinerate everything within her immediate vicinity to ashes. Quite the arsonist, Twilight just wants to watch the world burn in colorful fire, with a content grin on her face.

Nadia is the Zanni Superbia. She stands from the sidelines, pulling strings from the battle and manipulator all the players on the field. Nadia loves to toy with both her friends and foes, using psychic threads of fate to string up any person and turn them into her own personal marionettes. Nadia considers herself the most elegant and fine in regards to personal taste, being an avid collector of high quality items of leisure and ornaments... and anyone who falls in her vicinity in the battlefield will find themselves unlucky enough to actually be included in her collection.

#rayOCs #OCs: Zanni #zanni #FOC: Mordre #FOC: Hyena #OC: Maddison #FOC: Anathema #OC: Twilight #FOC: Nadia #rayart

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