Details Blyat

30F, R6S Nerd, Loves Cosplay, Loves my friends

[justflycasual]

Canon: the Havoc Marauder is an attack shuttle with no bunks and maybe a toilet but no shower

Fanon: lol the Marauder has between 2 and 6 individual bedrooms with doors that lock and a full refresher with water shower in space bc sex

[212thincorrectcanonquotes-deact]

WHHAT THE FUCJKSKS LMAKSKSKS

I looked up “Obi-Wan costume” to get some ideas for Halloween and—KSKSKDKSKAJJSKSK

👆

What in the Sith-blazing-hells is this—?!

Guys, someone has to draw Obi-Wan casually going into battle in this outfit.

Imagine—

Cody, shouting: I said more armor! What in the Sith-blazing-hells is this shit?

Obi-Wan, arms crossed: My body is my own, Commander Cody, and I will wear what I wish.

Cody: No due respect whatsoever, General Kenobi, but if you so much as sneeze in that outfit, your ass is going to be plastered all over the holonet.

Anakin smirking with a holocamera out: A little late for that, Commander.

[piepeloe]

@forcearama I believe this could be of interest to you?

[forcearama]

*screams*

[gawayne]

couldn’t resist 

[kvwviiju]

First up in my Bad Batch pinup series: Tech! Come get yall juice

Yes Tech has a receding hairline but I can and will continue to draw him with an undercut and no one can stop me

Who should I do next?

Bonus:

[yukipri]

RIP Rex...

Rex meets Omega and he's not expecting what she's got to say to him.

This is so stupid I'm so sorry

Bonus:

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[crosshairslongasslegs]

Omega: What’s it like being tall?

Omega: Is it nice?

Omega: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Tech: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want.

Hunter: That was one time!

[stardust-kenobi]

Hunter x Reader Drabble

a/n: just a quick little smutty drabble because I am too horny for this man

warnings: smut

There was little sound to fill in the hollow space of the Marauder aside from the delicate whimpers escaping your own lips and the low groans Hunter was emitting.

“Yeah, that’s it, y/n” Hunter encouraged. His eyes shot daggers into you as he focused on your pleasure. “Look at how gorgeous you look taking my cock”

You crumble beneath him, his towering figure overpowering your fragile structure. He pumped in and out of you so rhythmically, moving in sync with the signals of your body.

You'd dreamed of this for so long, and now here you were, letting Hunter completely destroy you. He was dominant, yet somehow so gentle with your body. His cock stretched you open, as he was bigger than you'd ever imagined.

Hunter took your breast into one hand and massaged it while he leaned back to get a better look at you underneath him. The way in which his gaze travelled the length of your body, taking you in like you were a piece of fine art, made you melt.

"So beautiful" He muttered. "So good for me, aren't you, little one? Letting me fuck you like this?"

His words shoot a warm, fiery sensation through your veins.

You look down at his cock sliding gracefully inside of you, being coated with your moisture with every euphoric thrust. The dim white light from the control panel casted a soft illumination onto the sweat forming upon your skin, and allowing you a better view of his the tattooed side of his face.

He curled his hips into you harder now, reaching a most sensitive spot within you that elicited an unexpected gasp from your lips.

"Oh my gods, Hunter" You moaned loudly into his ear. He growled in response to you crying his name.

"You feel so good wrapped around my cock, princess" he groaned breathlessly. Looking back into his captivating gaze, you see a soft and intimate smile on his lips.

You pulsate around his length, and his moans grow heavier and deeper. You never expected him to be so vocal, but gods he sounded so beautiful.

[womeedoodles]

I’ve been dying these past few days because of the final of the Bad Batch…so I thought why not and draw out my feelings. Lonely Crosshair watching Kamino burn….

I wanna cry now…

[neko-chaaan]

I'll just keep the pain within me like you seem to want me to do..

[dualrainbow]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

SIEGE-O-WEEN DAY 4

Written by @gray-jay-aro-ace​!! Thank you for participating.

Warning to readers: This is a poly Spetsnaz fic with sexually explicit and contains consensual BDSM. Reader’s discretion is advised.

I enjoyed the story and what a twist on the prompt!! It certainly took a different turn than what Kapkan had anticipated, and thank you for bringing me back the memories of in-game Halloween event mode. Now I need to go and uhhh cool myself down hehe ;)

-Mod Grunkle

[breakingspines]

the page was gonna have more doodles but dear god i feel like i havent colored in ages so this took longer than anticipated. (i also want doc to wear weeb face masks for a day or two. or have someone replace them)

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Gustave “Doc” Kateb in the cinematic “The Tournament of Champions” - Six Invitational 2020

[neko-chaaan]

Giefs meeee ❤️

[diimaria]

Hi hello I yam new to R6S so here are some boys c:

[neko-chaaan]

We're back! Stronger than ever! My lovely friend @j1gsawen filmed and edited this masterpiece!! Enjoy!

[jion-2d]

I just have to got him

[o-abandoned-deactivated20230603]

Gustave “Doc” Kateb in the cinematic “The Tournament of Champions” - Six Invitational 2020

[dantesunbreaker]

Doc x Reader

Gosh, I love Doc so much! I’ve got a bunch of other requests I’m working on, but the next one posted will be a NSFW part 2 to the Thatcher post I made a while ago. Well, at least if everything goes according to plan.

For once, it is actually peaceful and quite at the Rainbow Six headquarters, seeing as all the operators currently present are enjoying their tine not away on missions by relaxing. All expect of Doc, who is cooped up in his office, slaving away over mounds of paperwork. Y/n walks past the doorway, spying him hunched over his desk as he works all alone. They hate to see him being swamped in work while everyone else, including themself are free to relax and do as they please. Making a decision, Y/n gently taps against the wooden door frame with their knuckles. Surprised, Doc sits up straight and turns to investigate.

“Oh, it is just you Y/n,” he sighs in relief, giving them a small smile as he turns slightly back towards his work. “Is there something you need? Or did you just stop by for a visit? Unfortunately, I’m a bit busy, so I’m not sure I’d be great company if that is the case.”

“Actually,” Y/n steps further into the room, “I came to see if you could use any help. You shouldn’t have to be the only one on the base that is working. Plus l enjoy your company, Gustave,” This seems to further surprise him, and causes a slight blush to spread across his cheeks, but he gives an appreciative sigh. All the work puts constant strain on him, so he is glad to receive any assistance.

“Merci. Your help would be very appreciated,” Doc clears a spot on his desk for them to work, pulling up another chair that was resting in the corner of the room.

Y/n quickly reassures him it is alright, happily accepting the paperwork Doc hands them, ready to get to work. Briefly, he explains what information needs to go on each form, but reassures them that it is mostly self explanatory. He made sure to give them the easier documents. Thanking Y/n once again, the French man sits back down to work on his now smaller stack of papers.

Together, both operators get through everything rather quickly, although it is still several hours later when they finally finish. It is almost evening, and soon everyone will head to the mess hall for dinner. Sighing, Doc pushes his chair away from his desk and opens up one of the lower drawers. Y/n is a bit surprised when he pulls out a bottle a wine, which they notice is nearly three fourths empty, and two glasses.

“What?” Doc asks in a teasing tone as he sees the expression on their face. “A little wine doesn’t hurt anyone. Sometimes it helps me get through the long nights of paperwork just like this.” He tilts one glass towards Y/n, silently asking if they would like some as well. They nod.

Filling both glasses nearly to the brim, Doc hands one to Y/n as he turns his chair to face them, sitting down with his own drink in hand. They each take a small sip. Y/n hopes that perhaps the alcohol will calm their nerves. For a long time, Y/n has secretly been in love with the French doctor, but has always been too afraid to mention it. A rejection would break their heart, and perhaps change the way Doc looked at them.

“So, Y/n, how is life treating you? Is there anything interesting that you would like to discuss?” Doc doesn’t realize that Y/n is struggling with whether or not they should confess their feelings towards him. Taking a large gulp of their wine, they make their decision.

“I haven’t ever really thanked you, have I?” Y/n asks after a few moments of contemplation, staring down at the drink in their hand as they casually stir it with their fingertip, eyes cast downwards to avoid the French man’s gaze.

Doc gives them a curious look as he looks up from his own drink. “Thanked me for what, mon amie?” He turns his chair so that he can better face them, failing to miss their slight cringe at being referred to as a friend. Y/n continues to stare down at their drink. “It should be I that is thanking you, seeing as you were the one to help me this evening.”

“No, it is not about today,” Y/n sighs and looks up into his soft brown eyes, searching for the courage to spill their guts. It feels as if their throat is seizing up, constricting with the fear of being emotionally vulnerable in front of the man they are in love with. “I want to thank you for everything really. Without you, Gustave, I wouldn’t even be here today. I want to thank  you for everyday that I am still here.” Y/n lowers their gaze again, throat tight with the pain of recalling traumatic memories. “You changed everything in my life that day we first met in the field. I will never forget it, and I’ll never be able to pay you back for the kindness you showed me.”

Many years had come and past since the first time Y/n ever encountered the empathetic, charming doctor. It had been during a high priority mission, involving an unknown number of terrorists, over a hundred civilians, and bombs that were rigged to explode at a moment’s notice. There hadn’t been any time for introductions before all the operators were thrown out into the fray, so it was in the field when Y/n managed to interact with Doc. Unfortunately, it was not under the best of circumstances.

Things quickly turned south, one of the bombs had exploded before the team could defuse it, and it caused a chain reaction of hazardous panic. Bodies of the dead and dying littered the ground surrounding the warehouse where the bomb had been located, many belonging to civilians and terrorists while a few were fellow operators. Y/n was among the numbers resting in the dirt, waiting for death as they attempted  to practically hold themself together. A decent part of the ordeal had been blocked from Y/n’s memory, unable to handle the trauma. Y/n almost wishes that it had been completely blocked just so they wouldn’t have to relive the experience in their nightmares every so often.

For what felt like hours Y/n sat half propped up against a large slab of stone in the dirt of some foreign country. Everything below the waist was numb, lacking all feeling, and their head felt ready to burst as they could hear the muffled screams of those still dying around them. Tears stung Y/n’s eyes, realizing that they were waiting to die alone and afraid. It didn’t even register for a while that somebody was approaching. At first, as hands gently rested against Y/n’s trembling shoulders, they thought that they were looking up at angel bathed in  blinding white light. It was the most beautiful and reassuring sight they had ever seen, and it gave them a moment of comfort in their time of anguish.

“Everything will be alright, mon cher,” the angel had spoke with such a thick French accent, but Y/n had not questioned it at the time. Y/n was just relieved to have company during what they thought to be their final moments. Deep brown eyes stared directly into Y/n’s eyes as they tried to control their crying, and the angel said more firmly, “I’ll take care of you.” And he did. Doc didn’t leave Y/n’s side, working desperately to keep them breathing and comfortable, until back up had arrived to transport Y/n via helicopter for immediate medical treatment. It was only later, while recovering in the hospital that Y/n learned the true identity of the angel they thought they had seen.

“It wasn’t just what you did for me out in the field,” Y/n momentarily pulls out of their memories, still facing towards their glass, but they look up at Doc through their lashes. Their heart is beating rapidly in their chest, and they hope that Doc isn’t able to hear it thudding against their ribs. “Afterwards, when I was in the hospital for all that time, you still stuck by me. You were so invested in making sure that I got better. Nobody has ever cared so much for me.”

It was true. Many months were spent in the hospital after the accident as Y/n struggled to overcome their injuries, but Doc was there for every step along the way. Trauma to Y/n’s legs and spine required several surgeries, and they were left unable to walk without assistance. Physical therapy became essential so Y/n could regain the use of their legs and various other muscles. But it was a long and painful process, that often ended with Y/n lying on the floor in tears. Doc was always there to pick them back up though. He would hold Y/n in his arms until their crying stopped, and his words of comfort would encourage them to keep trying until they would finally succeed. Over time, Y/n realized that they had been slowly falling in love with the French doctor, and it was too late to stop their growing affection.

“I’ve always admired you since then, Gustave. In fact, I even love you,” Y/n continues as Doc has still remained silent  throughout Y/n’s confession. Y/n is almost glad. They aren’t sure if they would have the strength to finish if he were to cut them off. “You are the most caring, compassionate person that I have ever known. I know that you may not feel the same towards me, or may not wish to pursue a relationship with a former patient and fellow operator. I just want you to know how much you and what you did for me means to me. The world would be a better place with more people like you.”

For a long while Doc is completely silent, staring down at the red liquid in his glass with an unreadable expression. An intense weight may have been lifted from Y/n’s shoulders at their confession, but they still feel the cold, hard fear of rejection clawing at their insides. Slowly, he lifts his gaze to rest on Y/n.  Without uttering a single word, Doc leans ever so closer to Y/n until they are only inches apart and Y/n can feel his breath against their cheeks.

“May I?” Doc’s gaze flicks down to Y/n’s lips before going back to their eyes. Their cheeks flush a furious shade of scarlet red. With a breathless sigh, Y/n nods their head almost a tad too eagerly.

Lips gently press against Y/n’s with a feather light touch that sends a tingling feeling through Y/n’s entire body and butterflies soaring through their stomach. Doc presses their foreheads together as he pulls back, parting their lips from each other. A smile is still gracing the French man’s gentle features, and it is infectious, causing Y/n to match his expression.

“I remember that day, when I saw you sitting out their amidst the bodies of so many others, covered in blood and various debris,” Doc pulls back slightly to sit straight up, one hand going to rest on Y/n’s shoulder gently. But the smile remains, although slightly somber. “At first, I thought you were already dead, but then you began to speak, although I’m sure you don’t remember it. You looked me straight in the eyes, tears streaming down your face, and begged me to stay with you until it was over. It didn’t appear that you would survive your wounds, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave you. So I stayed, at the time I wasn’t exactly sure why, and I did what I could for you.”

Doc pauses in his speech to gently brush aside a strand of Y/n’s hair that has fallen in their face, taking the time to admire the face of somebody he thought would have died that day in the field. He still believes that it was just short of a miracle that they survived, but he is eternally grateful.

“When I heard a few days later that you had survived, I was so relieved,” he continues, voice soft and soothing. “Immediately I offered to be the one to oversee your care, wanting to see your care through to the end after that encounter in the field. It was never my intention to grow affection for one of my patients, but it happened with you over time. Each time I held you as you tried to regain the use of your legs, every time I consoled you after you awoke from a night terror involving the ordeal, I found my feelings growing stronger towards you.”

Gripping Y/n’s chin lightly with one hand, Doc pulls them closer to place other kiss against their lips, this one lingering for a long while before he pulls away. The smile on his face is full of pure bliss, and Y/n is feeling the same. For so long they had longed to do the same thing. It almost seems unreal that their dreams are finally becoming reality.

“I love you, and I’d like nothing more than to kiss you again right now,” Y/n states as they cup Doc’s cheek gently in one hand.

“Je t'aime,” Doc whispers back softly, grabbing both their glasses of wine and setting them aside on his desk, away from the edge where they were in danger of being knocked over. It is a smart move, because the next thing he does is pull Y/n practically into his lap as they lock lips once again. This kiss is unlike the others, being hot and fiery, full of uncontrolled passion. Both operators are glad they finished their paperwork already, because they know it may be awhile before they are done with each other.

[neko-chaaan]

Shitty night

Having a really fucking shitty night..

Our oldest cat, Calima, hasn't responded to the treatment for red and inflammed gum. So now we have to wait for an appointment with a mouth and tooth specialist Who can hope fully shed som Light what is wrong..

I'm just so scared that we will loose her. She was one of our first rescue cats. She was so scared of everything and everyone. Until she met my boyfriend.

Now she is almost back at square one except she is also very tired and drawn back. I don't know if she's eating properly either..

I'm just so sad and scared right now..