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Oral Headcanons: R6S Operator Edition
Doc, Lion, Maverick, Sam Fisher, Thermite
MDNI
W: Gn! Reader, Can be Read as AMAB or AFAB, Oral, Snowballing, Overstimulation, Breeding Kink, Wax play
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Doc
Man eats you out like you're the only thing he ever needs.
Loves the taste of you, of your skin, of the way you shake and moan under him.
Or on top of him. He doesn't care what position you're in, he wants to taste your skin and suck on it.
He loves to leave bite marks on the inner part of your thighs.
Loves it if you don't shave or wax. Something about body hair is attractive to him, so don't try to hide it.
Has such an amazing gag reflex.
He can be tongue deep in you and he's savoring and making sure you feel his tongue move inside you.
Pulls out all the tricks like pushing his fingers in and out from your hole, curling his fingers into you while he has you sit on his face or stand as he kneels below you.
Dont be afraid to pull on his hair or choke him. He loves the lack of oxygen and the pain.
Lion
He's such a pain slut he's begging you to finger his ass and pull on his hair.
Scratch his back as much as you can. He won't mind. He likes knowing that after this there will be traces of what you both did.
Also has an impeccable gag reflex. Fuck the back his throat or just ride him for however long, he's not letting you leave.
Likes to bite and leave hickeys.
Dudes pussy/cock drink and he'll start babbling about the most random shit.
Breeding kink king, he's always talking about getting you pregnant or you getting him pregnant.
Maverick
He knows his bear can sometimes be an issue when he's going down on a partner but he's thrilled that you don't mind it.
Cock/pussy drunk. His eyes roll back the more and more he spends eating you out.
Likes the smell of you, so if he stops moving his mouth or tongue, he's just enjoying the scent of you.
He's also a master at using his hands, rough but it works for fucking you.
His hands are rough and they feel good when he's rubbing your clit/jerking you off and fingering you open.
Nothing beats watching him lap up your cum from your sex and then licking his lips clean.
Likes wax play. He'll light a candle and let the wax drip down on your legs all to just watch you squirm.
Sam
Expert at oral.
Be it that his marriage didn't last, he and his ex wife always had some kinky sex and if you think age would affect that, you're wrong.
He eats you out like you're a full course meal.
Dont be filled by his age. He can still be rough or gentle.
I think because of his work he would lean more to wanting oral to be something relaxed rather than hasty or quick to finish.
He whispers sweet nothing to you as he laps his tongue over and over again.
He's always using his fingers to fuck you open while sucking on your sex.
The man sometimes bites you just to get your attention.
He likes eye contact, he needs you too at him as he eats you out.
Thermite
Man is a fiend for tasting you.
Nasty mf, loves snowballing and spitting on your sex just to go back down on you.
He's licking you, biting you, he wants you and everyone else on base to know that your his.
He's possessive and wants to mark his lover so that everyone knows he's the only one that can give you the best head.
He wishes you'd let him go down on you during field training or missions.
It's risky, but the danger mixed in with the adrenaline makes him hard and he wants to cum while tasting your skin.
Theres no getting him off of you. He wants to see you squirm and overwhelmed.
Sorry for the long hiatus y'all, I started college and shit has been ROUGH, this story is a bit more raunchy, more of my own fantasies so if you have issues with an older guy or a younger girl I'd sit this one out. And I apologize for the writing. It's kind of all over the place and weirdly written, but it'll get better as I get back into writing. N/N-nickname ex-Megan, meg
It was wrong, Jordan knew that, he didn't need that pestering devil on his shoulder reminding him, but God, did it feel right. Coming home from a long-way mission to his empty house in a quiet, perfectly cookie-cutter suburban neighborhood. An otherwise boring home to come back to, if it wasn't for you.
Summer in Texas isn't usually something to be excited about, but ever since he actually met his neighbors last June, Jordan can't help but fantasize about summer all year long. It started when he came home and actually stayed for a while. Harry had been killed, Deimos was on the loose and Rainbow was in shambles, but for the time being it was disbanded until Gustave, Eliza, Yuniko, Taiana, and himself could figure out what to do with their respective squadron. Stepping out in the morning to get the paper instead of coming home to it being piled up, same with the mail, was strange, and seeing neighbors he'd lived next to for years that he knew nothing about was even stranger. Little did he know, the people across from his house would soon be his favorite neighbors, a nice perfectly cookie-cutter couple, a dad with a high-paying corporate job, a wife who did menial work and spent most of her time gardening or out with friends, a son in his twenty-somethings starting a family close by, and a daughter in her sophomore year of college. Jordan obviously didn't see either of the two kids much, only in passing did he hear of the daughter, Y/N, when your mom would complain about you or praise you, or both. But summer had rolled around faster than he had noticed since you came home from college.
In hindsight it was a bad idea, weird on his part to even talk to some 19 year old, but, God, were you hard to resist wanting to talk to. Young, smart, full of life and beautiful by all means. Innocent conversations when you'd walk out to your car, small talk when you'd water the front yard turned into longer talks. He knew it was wrong, God, it was wrong, but damn it all if it wasn't worth it.
It started out with him inviting you into his house on a hot day, offering sweet tea to cool off when he caught sight of you on a run. "Oh, um, yeah, thank you, Mr. Trace." 'Mr. Trace. Jordan always hated being called 'Mr. Trace'. It made him feel old, a reminder he'd rather go without, but something about it coming from your plush lips, your smooth youthful voice made him like it. You take the glass from him, the condensation running down your hand as you bring it up to your mouth, plush lips parting for it, small water droplets falling onto your chest and sliding into your sports bra. Jordan takes a gulp, his mouth having gone dry suddenly as he rips his stare from following any further. You sigh as you finish your tea, flushed face looking at him so sweetly. "Thank you, Mr. Trace. I really appreciate it." The way your tongue darts out to lick your lips and the way you look at him is enough to make him shift uncomfortably in his seat. "Of course, N/N." And that was the beginning of his downfall. He knew it was creepy and bordering-no, WAS, stalking, but he made a point to take note and memorize your running schedule. And like clock work he'd coincidentally be outside to chat with you, either watering his lawn or reading. He didn't only get closer with you, though, he got much closer with your family. "Well, we were planning on going to the beach house in South Carolina for awhile," Your mom says, motioning to your dad. "And we were wondering if you'd be willing to keep an eye on the house while we're gone." Your mom asks almost sheepishly and it takes Jordan by surprise for a moment. "Yeah that shouldn't be a problem, is Y/N going to be gone most of the time? Or going with y'all?" Your mother almost sighs, "No, she has her sports conditioning this summer, but I just don't want her sneaking in her little boyfriend or friends. I know it's short notice but we'll be leaving next week and if you could just shoot me a text if you see anyone who isn't her i'd really appreciate it." Boyfriend? You had never mentioned one. The slight sting of jealousy Jordan feels rising in his stomach is completely unfounded, but not completely foreign to him. The same feeling arising when he'd see you chat with some neighbor boys that seemed to also be home from college. "Of course, it'd be no problem really."
The next day on your run you actually stopped and initiated conversation for once. "I hear you're my new babysitter." You say sarcastically while taking off your headphones. Jordan looks up from his book, his breath briefly catching in his throat as he takes in sight of you. It was an unusually hot day and you were dressed for it. Tinier spandex shorts than normal that perfectly outlined your hips and a tight sports bra contrasted beautifully against your sweat shinned skin that looked more tantalizing than usual. "You don't have to actually watch me, Mr. Trace, I don't know why they treat me like a kid." A slight smile graced your lips, afterall it was somewhat endearing. Jordan peeled his eyes away from your body only to get lost in your face, fantasies running wild as he can't help but do a once over of all of you. "Aw, it's really no problem. Your mom just told me to keep an eye out for a boyfriend." Jordan teases. Your face turns more red than it already is. "Haha, I wouldn't call him that, but fair enough-" You're cut off when you trip on an uneven pavement while walking up towards jordan. With his cat-like trained reflexes he jumps up from his seat to grab you. Jordan catches you, one hand lands on your lower hip, thumb resting oh-so-close to your bikini lines. His other hand wrapped around your back, pulling you sweat slicked body as close as it could get to him. "You okay?" Jordan says, concern evident in his voice, his mouth so close to your ear that you can feel his hot breath tickle the skin. A shiver runs down your spine and suddenly your knees feel weak and you feel the sudden urge to kiss him. "Uh, yea, sorry." You say somewhat breathlessly. Jordan makes sure you're alright before his brain processes where his hands had just been. "Sorry, I didn't mean to uh," Jordan gestures his hands vaguely towards you. "Oh no! It's totally fine! Sorry I didn't mean to put you in that position." You laugh awkwardly while finding your footing. Before Jordan could tell you that it was completely fine and that he'd love to let his hands wander your beautifully sculpted body again you were already on your way back to your house. "I'll see you later, Mr. Trace!" You yell before turning back to your jog. Jordan was thankful that you didn't notice the hard on he was sporting, your absence leaving his mind to wander as much as he desired. Turning heel he quickly retreated inside his home to relieve himself.
Quickly, he walked into his house, shutting the door with urgency behind him. Making his way to his bedroom, he slips off his shoes and unbuckles his pants, shimming them off just enough to slip them half way down his thigh before falling back into bed, releasing his throbbing cock from his boxers. Rough and calloused hands tease the tip of his weeping cock, his thumb swiping over the sensitive tip, smearing his precum with it. Grabbing his length whole, he lets out a shuddering breath. His thoughts wander back to you, the way your skin felt in his touch, soft and smooth. How smooth your toned legs looked, how they would feel wrapped around his waist as he pounded into you. Your pillowy lips spilling out sweet ecstasy as you beg for him to fuck you. Jordan quickened his pace, feeling his pulse in his throat. Imagining what you would look like underneath your tight sports bra, how your perky breasts would look as he slammed you into the mattress as you moaned his name. Thinking back to how you said his name, Mr. Trace, you begging for his cum, the way your flushed face looked and how it would look while you choke on him. Jordan's grip tightened as he released with a soft moan of your name. Lying on his bed he lets his shallow breaths fill the silent room, the sound of rushing blood and his own heartbeat is all he hears. After some time Jordan throws his legs over the side of the bed, sliding off his pants the rest of the way off and walks towards his bathroom. Wiping off his stomach Jordan splashed the warm water in his face, staring at his reflection and sighing. "Ughh, Y/N, you're going to be the death of me."
The day your parents left came and evening came sooner. Jordan had been pacing patiently waiting for you to get back from swimming at 7. He never paced. You had sent him a text asking him to come over for dinner earlier that day, telling your parents that it was a nice way to thank him for watching over the house and you while they're away, of course your mother agreed, thinking it was a lovely idea. Jordan glances at his phone again, checking the time, 6:42 glared back at him. Groaning, Jordan walked back to his bathroom to stare at himself in the mirror. Looking at his trimmed stubble Jordan fiddles with his hair, despite slicking it back with his usual gel it doesn't seem to want to stay, small hairs falling into his face, finally deciding just to leave it. After swishing mouthwash for the 4th time that night Jordan feels his phone vibrate. Quickly fishing it out of his pocket he reads your message. "Back from swim come over whenever🏊♀️" Jordan smiles nervously, God, he felt like he was in high school all over again. Why oh why was he so nervous over this? Taking one last look in the mirror he grabs his phone and sends a quick, "Coming" text. Jordan grabs his keys and heads out the door, hitting a light jog across the street.
Walking up the stairs Jordan takes a deep breath, settling his nerves before knocking twice. The solid wood door feels heavy even as he knocks and it's not before he hears footsteps running downstairs. The door opens quickly, revealing you, a tight tank top, sports shorts and wet hair. Jordan takes a sharp inhale, hiding it with a smile. Your cheery face greets him, the soft smell of chlorine is noticeable even at the distance he's at, not an unpleasant aroma. "Hey! C'mon in!" You say while leading him in, closing the door behind you. Walking through the living room you guide him to the kitchen. "Sorry, I just started making the spaghetti-it's the only thing I really know how to make, haha," Jordan smiles, taking a seat at the bar seats across the kitchen counter. " So what do you survive off of in the dorms?" He asks, feeling somewhat awkward and unsure of what to talk about. "Mostly redbarrens, it's kinda a goated dinner. Especially the supreme pizza." There's more light banter until you declare that the clearly overcooked pasta is done. After serving you both a plate you excuse yourself. "Oh, one second," You say while walking across the kitchen and out of sight into the butlers pantry. "Do you like Pinot Noir or Chianti?" You call out. Jordan stands up, walks over to the kitchen sink area, and rests his back against the counter. "Are you even old enough to drink?" He asks in a playful tone, a smirk pulling at his lips. You pop your head from around the corner, smiling and holding a bottle of wine. "Depends. Are you a snitch?" You say in a half-joking tone. "Do me a favor and grab some glasses from that cabinet closest to you." Jordan does as told and grabs two wine glasses, setting them on the counter. You open the bottle and pour you both a generous glass. "Is this a normal pour back at school?" He asks, half laughing. You smirk, leaning over the counter. "Usually, yeah. It's not common to have such nice wine, I've grown accustomed to Coors banquet." Jordan's eyes trail down your sternum. Eyes half lidded you give him a sly smirk. "Well, I wouldn't want the food to get cold." You say, grabbing your glass and heading to the kitchen table, Jordan following close behind.
After dinner and a bottle of wine later you're both on the living room sofa, watching some hallmark movie. The wine was really setting in now, a warm fuzzy feeling filling both of you as you sit next to Jordan, feet propped up on the coffee table. You take another sip from your glass, slurring your words slightly as you suddenly sit up, leaning dangerously close to him. "Do you want another glass?" You ask, a small laugh follows. Jordan smiles lazily, feeling the effects of the wine himself. "I think I'm all good, thank you." His voice comes out smooth, it sends chills down your spine.Jordan can't help but look at your parted lips, the alcohol flushing your cheeks and swelling slightly parted your lips. The way you look at him is almost predatory. "Y'know, Mr. Trace," You say, shifting so that you're on your knees facing towards him. Jordan shifts his body slightly to face towards you, his heartbeat beginning to quicken and cheeks feeling impossibly hot. "I've alwaaays thought you looked so gooood when you're doing yard work." You're clearly drunk but Jordan can't bring himself to think of anything other than your pretty words and how your nipples are hard beneath that thin, low cut tank top. "Yeah? You think so?" He says, "Yeeeaah," You smile, putting both your hands on his chest, you push him against the soft cushions, throwing right your leg over his thighs, straddling him you pull your face close to his, lips brushing against his. Jordan's breath hitches at the sudden closeness. "Y/N..."He breathes out. This is wrong. So wrong. But, God, does it feel so good. "I've seen the way you look at me, Jordan," He shudders at your words, his cock growing achingly hard underneath you. Part of him hoped you wouldn't notice and the other part wanted to bend you over the coffee table and destroy you. "We shouldn't.." He says, mentally kicking himself for doing the moral thing. It's too late though because you're already taking off that tight little tank top and jordans grabbing your waist for a heated kiss. You slam your lips into his in a frenzied kiss. Gasping as you pull away wrapping your hands around his neck, standing up you pull him up with you without breaking the kiss. The height difference now an inconvenience, you hitch your leg onto Jordan's waist. Taking this as a sign, Jordan reaches down and grabs your ass, giving it a squeeze before lifting your weight. Jumping up, you wrap your other leg around his waist. Jordan trails his kisses down your neck as you throw your head back in a gasp. "Th-the room around the cornerrr-" You cut yourself off with a whine when Jordan hits the sweet spot on your neck. He readjusts you and carries you to the bedroom. Letting you down, you break the kiss, taking his hand and leading him to the large, cushy canopy bed. Jordan takes a second to look around. "Is this your parent's room?" He asked while you pull him down into the bed with you. "Don't tell me you want to stop." You pout, saying it so sweetly that it almost absolves him of the sin he's about to commit. As if he could care less.
Jordan quickly rips off his shirt, hastily unbuckling his belt while you slip off your shorts, revealing a lacey red thong that barely covers anything. Jordan's mouth water at the sight. "God, you are a minx." He says, his voice dripping with lust. You bat your eyes at him, "less talky, please," You say, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him back in. Jordans' hands trail down your body, thumbs caressing your lower stomach before trailing lower, hooking them around the hem of your panties. You moan into his mouth, feeling your own desire building in your stomach. "Please, Jordan, I need you," You say breathlessly into the kiss. Jordan groans at your words, feeling his own hardness, rutting his hips against your clothed cunt, the wetness evident. "You want it, baby.." He asks, pulling away to drink in the sight of you completely undone below him. "Please, Jordan, I need you to fuck me." With a final plea, Jordan pulls down your panties, rubbing the head of his cock against your heat. "Fuck..are you sure?'" he asks a final time, barely able to contain himself from ramming into you. Silence follows, slight concern settling into his stomach. You shift nervously under him. "I've just never...gone this far with a guy before..." You mumble, embarrassment heating up your face. Jordan was taken by surprise. "Oh, did you want to-" "No! Uhh, no, just..be gentle, please." You quickly cut him off. Jordan's gaze softens, hands caressing your face. "I don't think your first time should be with-" "But I want it to be you!" You whine. "All I hear about guys my age is how much it sucks, I really want someone hot and who knows what they're doing and..." You trail off, hands roaming Jordans' toned torso. "Someone who..?" He continues, eyes locked on your lips. "Someone older.." Jordan smirks. "Hmm, you want someone who knows what they're doing?" You nod sheepishly. Jordan captures you in another kiss. Slowly, he brings the head of his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing in his head into your tight hole. You let out a whine, squirming from the foreign sensation. "J-Jordan, mmgh, you're so-ugh-big!" Jordan groans as he pushes in. "You're doing so good, baby," He coos into your ear. After a moment to adjust he pushes the rest of his length in. Jordan lets out a moan, your tightness feeling heavenly. "Plea-please! Keep moving!" You let out a whine. Jordan obeys almost immediately, slowly at first, the sound of wetness and your moans filling the room. Jordan leans down, his breath hot against your ear as he continues to pump into you. "Ah-I think, i'm gonna-mmmmmff-" Jordan kisses your neck, sucking on your sweet spot. "Yeah? You gonna cum for me, baby?" Your panting tells him all he needs to know as he feels your muscles contract around him. "Ugh-Jordan!" You let out a yelp as you cum. "Oh, God!" Jordan grits out through clenched teeth as he holds your body close, his thrusts becoming erratic as he finishes.
Panting, Jordan pulls out, collapsing next to you. Holding you close, he props himself up on one shoulder, taking in your fucked out expression. Sweat shinned and flushed face, you look at him and give a weak smile. "That was amazing, Mr. Trace." You say softly. "Please, call me Jordan." He chuckles and smiles back. Your phone ringing cuts off the intimate moment, you scramble across the bed to grab it from your shorts. "Hey mom! Yeah everything went great! Yeah, I'm going to bed soon, it's been a loooong night!"
Hello ! Can I have a SFW headcanon or alphabet for Thermite please ? xoxo
was in the mood to write for Jordan and I've always wanted to try doing an alphabet for someone before
Thermite SFW Alphabet
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) This man is suuuppper affectionate to the max. He loves to praise and maybe throw a joke in. Loves hugs and spending time with you. He's never afraid to show affection.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) Honestly, he's a great best friend. He's pretty open to those around him. Being in his team in Rainbow forces him around you, not that he's complaining. He takes the opportunity to really bond with you and get to know you. Always one to keep the mood rather light and is extremely dependable. If you need him for anything he's always the friend who's willing to help… including situations that can get you in trouble.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) This man loves a good cuddle, he more of hangs about with his arm around you more than anything. Jordan's quick to hug especially when he's happy. If you manage to pull something off or win something he'd always going to hug you with a pat on the back. Yet he's not against quieting down and chilling. Sharing a bean bag with you partially in his lap, it's a perfect way for him to show affection.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) There are two sides to him. When he goes home he has a pretty chill typical lifestyle when he's away from the base. Perfectly fine at cooking and cleaning. He's an adult, he can adult when he tries. Makes a mean burger on the BBQ. He's a bit unsure if he will ever fully settle down with a desk job. It's something that's in the back of his mind as a 'one day' but realistically he's very aware and very expectant that one day his luck will run out. Jordan will never say it out loud but he believes he will most likely keep working until the job kills him. He's just had too many close calls to think otherwise.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) Jordan tries to do it the right way. Sits down and says it straight. Does try to soften the blow and will put it on himself. Doesn't say 'it's not you, it's me' but very on the lines. Tries to be empathic and kind about the situation. Has big sad eyes the entire time.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Jordan is fine with commitment, he's happy to get married whenever it feels natural. He loves the idea of being connected even if you don't spend all your time with him. It has a warm little spot in his heart even if the pair of you haven't actually moved in.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) When it comes to being gentle he's right in the middle. Even though he's loud and hard-hitting, he can be gentle when need be. In tender moments his face will soften up and he's almost afraid to touch you in case he will break you. There are certain levels of emotional vulnerability that he has which can often be hidden by his humourous exterior. Some matters he offers up rather freely, such as how he feels and how much he cares. Yet things such as his concerns or deeper fears he's a lot less likely to bring forth.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) His hugs are pretty frequent. Big pick-you-up hugs or hugs of relief after a mission. Jordan hugs with his entire body rather tightly and loves to just hold you there with his head on your shoulder.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) Depending on the situation is how quick he is. When he realizes it he will say it quickly if he believes you feel, well, at least positively or you're in a relationship. Sometimes he's a little hesitant to let people close, even though he doesn't show this. Purely just because he's lost so many sometimes he just doesn't want to lose anymore. Jordan's sick of mourning but he doesn't want that to control his life. The good times are worth it and he's going to tell you he loves you god help him.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Jordan can get a little jealous. Never shows it though. Ultimately he trusts you and believes that you wouldn't go behind his back as he would never go behind yours. The pair of you are a team. Yet sometimes emotions can get control of him, he is never jealous of people you know rather random people. It's less that he's afraid of someone taking you away from him but more of anger on your behalf. Say someone's chatting you up at a bar, that's what makes him jealous. You're his and he doesn't want them annoying you.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Loves to kiss, his go-to right before hugs. Firm kisses on your check, against your lips
Can't get enough of your face and will pepper your face with them. He doesn't mind so much where you kiss him, it's more about the meaning to him so he loves it no matter where you kiss him so long it's him your kissing.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?) Fantastic around kids, he's a fun guy and he knows how to be fun around kids but also cool enough that older kids like him as well. A lot of kids like explosives.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Aside from working, morning is one of the best times to be around him. At night he's always fiddling around with some explosive or gadget but in the morning he's still half asleep. Likes to trap you in his arms first thing and sleep in when possible. He looovves to sleep in.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Admittedly it can be a little bit hard to get Jordan to unwind. His mind is always so active, he needs to be doing something. He needs to be doing something with his hand. So nights you can distract him but he might get a little restless if the pair of you just shove a movie on. Even just holding his hands is enough, then he can run his thumb over your knuckles.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) He's pretty open about most things except for his concerns and the more sadder side of him. Jordan's parents is something he might mention but for him to actually dive into how he feels? Probably not going to happen at least until a very long time. He barely accepts it himself let alone can talk about it.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Very hard to genuinely anger. You can rile him up a little or perhaps even annoy him but this man doesn't anger. He doesn't lose his cool. It would take something horrible for him to get truly angry.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) Tries to remember as much as he can, the small things. Sometimes he does forget certain things but he remembers some small really important matters that you assume he would have forgotten. Might forget a date or something if he's swept up with work but remembers that one super specific brand of food that has to be imported that you like.
R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?) His favourite memory…Things had gone, not great. Left unconscious and rather injured, Jordan was transported to emergency care for the bullets he managed to catch in his chest. Rather lucky it managed to miss any organs but that still hadn’t changed the fact that he almost bleed to death. You had been on a mission on your own on the other side of the world. So when Jordan woke up he hadn’t expected you to be there. The unfortunately familiar scent of medicine and beeping of medical equipment wasn’t something he was new to. Right away he knew he was in the hospital and due to the lack of aching in his body, he presumed he was on some heavy painkillers.
Yet there you were, still covered in sweat and dirt from your mission, you sat in a nearby chair. Completely asleep, your head leaned against the wall while a blanket had been draped over your shoulders. As per his usual situation, he pressed the call button next to him. He was a little surprised to see Gustave eventually answer with a slightly tired but kind smile on his face. “Good to see you awake.”
“Ah, my throat feels like ass.” Jordan attempted to speak but cringed at his dry throat. “How long was I out?
“A couple of days. Do you feel any other pain or discomfort?”
“Nah, I’m fine thanks doc. How long have they been here?” He nodded to your still-sleeping form. At first, Gustave let out a small sigh, you had been rather stubborn with the situation. Gustave wanted you to go sleep in your own bed and get rest but you protested.
“The second they found out.” That sigh of annoyance turned into a small smile. You cared, Gustave admired that. It also helped that while you refused to go back to your room, you had made sure to stay out of everyone's way. “Would you like to wake them up?”
“I’ll let them rest.”
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Jordan is pretty in the middle when it comes to being protective. He likes the idea of protecting you but he knows you can look after yourself. Unless you ever indicate that you want him to he's going to be in the background. When it comes to the field he has to try to keep a level head. It is something that pains him but he's smart about his decisions. You getting injured makes him so desperately want to look after you but he won’t forsake his team. Too many people are relying on him. He feels the same about being protected, he can handle it but the thought counts. Thinks it's adorable if you get protective so long as it's not out of hand.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) If he has the time he tries a lot. Not over the top though. Jordan prefers quality time more than anything and just hanging out. So he might do something special for valentines day or something but it's going to be a more at-home dinner situation. Will take you out to do fun things on your birthday and is not objective to a surprise party if you're comfortable with that.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Not looking after himself. He puts everyone else above himself quite often which doesn’t leave him in the best state. Jordan brushes off concern about himself until you get serious. It can be a really frustrating matter to deal with.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Not overly concerned with his appearance, sure he takes care of himself and grooms but he's not trying to be a model out here.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Jordan is his own person without you, he knows how to be rather healthy in a relationship and give you the space you need. Sure he misses you and there's a small tug on his heart when he's not around you but he's long since accepted it. So long as your happy somewhere in the world, he's happy, Jordan knows eventually you will return to him. He's happy to wait no matter how long it takes.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) One day he avoided you like the plague and when he did see you he had the saddest expression on his face. It left you rather confused but the next day he was back to his usual self. He spent that day recording a video in case something happened to him. Jordan is very aware of the life he lives and wanted to give you something for closure if he never had the opportunity to say goodbye.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Jordan is a pretty emphatic person, he cares a lot about the people around him. Anyone whos genuinely apathetic isn’t someone he would get along with. People who are unnecessarily mean to kids also rub him the wrong way.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) This dude can fall asleep legit anywhere. Often you can find him asleep in his chair or even on the couch during a movie. When he sleeps in the bed he's a bit of a cuddler when it comes to sleeping. Might not start the night with an arm around you but it does happen during the night. If he hasn’t had a lot of sleep recently he snores but only when he's reached a deep sleep.
yooo i found your blog awhile ago and everything is just *chef's kiss* would it be alright if i request some headcannons for Doc, Blitz, Thermite, Jager, and Caveira about what they would do if their S/O was kidnapped by the White Masks/a terrorist organization? how do you think they would react to the news?
Thank you hun <3 I’m excited someone requested a female op, I love rainbows’ girls, I also really enjoyed writing this whole ask!
TW: kidnapping, terrorists and light mentions of torture.
Doc
- Always stressed and always working, now he won’t even leave any of the working stations. If he’s forced to he just brings all the work with him. Gustave is constantly looking over the folder they’ve put together for your rescue.
- He knows the information they have isn’t enough yet, but he also knows that the love of his life is in the hands of some disgusting and cruel people.
- Truly, he doesn’t want to think about the horrible things you could be going through yet it’s all that his mind seems to wander too.
- Sure, Gustave has always been the type to get short with people, but now there’s no warnings for when that happens. He sounds so spiteful and hurt to everyone who interacts with him.
- Harry starts to get worried if Doc being on the mission is even a good thing and pulls him aside to talk about it a few times.
- Gustave needs this though. And states his case that he’s the most experienced medical personal they have here. You’ll need medical care when they get you.
- “What if we can’t get them Gustave?”
- His stomach caves in on itself at that one sentence.
- “I won’t accept that failure.”
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Blitz
- A sunshine that absolutely loves you and makes sure everyone knows. And trust me, everyone knows about you two.
- So when receiving news and confirmation that you were kidnap and currently being held hostage, no one wanted to be the one to tell him.
- When Elias did find out, he was crushed. It was like his world stoppped. He couldn’t process it for at least the first five minutes. He just kept looking at them, nervous laughter and eyes pleading, praying for them to all the sudden say “just kidding!”
- But they never did. “I’m sorry”, is all they said before leaving him alone.
- Apart if him is in such shock he just lays for a while. He wishes he could just lay forever but it doesn’t take too long for it to click that you’re kidnapped. He has to get up and go on the mission. The longer he lays the more danger you’re in.
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Thermite
- Jordan’s lost almost everyone close to him. His mother, his sister, comrades… He sometimes feels like Rainbow is all the has left.
- When you arrived though, he had something else to live for. He had someone to call when he had a break or when his co workers talked about their families, he could brag about you.
- The news just absolutely kills him. He wants to lay down and wake up with you in the morning, telling him how silly he was and that it was all a bad dream.
- Already, he has troubles bringing down his stress levels. Yumiko has had to step in a bit and help her friend. Especially once he receives this news. Yumiko is doing what she can to help Jordan get through this.
- At night he sits over the planners and case file and maps and notes- all of it, his eyes never close for longer than 30 minutes. He’s very well liked among his peers, so everyone’s at least a little concerned about the Texan.
- “Jordan, you want to be able to get them home don’t you? Then take care of yourself so when we go in, you’re in top shape. They’d want you too.”
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Jäger
- Oh my dear Marius. His childhood was lonely and he’s always been at least a bit too out of everyone’s box it feels like.
- Then you came along and he’s never cared for anyone the way he does you. Now he’s wondering if that’s a bad thing. With a job like his maybe he’s not meant to be with someone.
- He was informed of your kidnapping while watching the latest documentary about biomedical engineering. He remembers pausing it on 1:15:17. After that nothing felt real.
- Marius immediately jumped up to get to work to find you. Anything and everything he was doing it.
- He tried to keep a level head through it. But his cracks showed through to the others. His normal abrasive optimism of “It’s our job, of course we can do this.” Doesn’t feel as natural as it used too.
- He wants to be straight in the action of your rescue. He wants to be able to hold you again, soothe your wounds and make sure you’re okay.
- Marius isn’t an aggressive person and the GSG9 has trained him to hurt the least amount of people possible during his missions. Seeing any of the horrible people who were involved with taking you away though, it fills him with an unusual amount of anger.
- His goal will still remain the same throughout everything. He won’t let any of these bubbling emotions tear him away from that. He needs you home.
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Caveria
- Taina always been afraid of letting people in. She’s seen all the messed up things people can do. But she loved you and you loved her. She was honestly happy with something so soft. And the world took that away once again.
- She’s shattered by this but she only shows it around others with her anger. They can’t know how she’s cried when she found out.
- But her close comrades notice, even if she doesn’t want them too.
- She’s known to be more of a hostile person. Blame it on the years of learning the art of how to properly (and legally) torture someone. Or maybe even the crippling poverty she watched her family suffer from.
- Harry can understand Tainas frustration. But letting her on the mission could leave some major problems on Rainbows hands. Knowing that Ash is one of the only operators that Taina can get along with, he asks her to deliver the news.
- “ Taina. We’re removing you from the mission. At least the frontlines. You can still help with background work. But that’s all… I’m sorry.”
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.
Oh oh oh! Imagine this, Thermite offers to help pet sit but takes a nap and can’t find the pet after waking up…only to find it hours later gnawing on one of his shoes xD
i have imagined it and i have found that it was very very cute 😭 just him freaking out after he realizes he lost it but then finding it in the most obvious spot after spending all day looking for it is funny to me LMAO i hope you like it! u get a whole lil fic too bc i love u
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Thermite x Reader: Tiny Rascal
Trigger Warnings: Slight panic attack
Before you and Jordan started dating, he would usually come to crash at your place after a stressful operation. It happened so often that you even gave him his own key should he ever come to your house and you weren’t home. He also usually came to see your pet, a cute little rabbit you had rescued from the side of the road a couple years back. Jordan adored the little guy, you’d even named him after his callsign, Thermite, because it was the first name that came to mind.
Plus, he reminded you of Jordan a bit, and that honestly made him flustered.
At the moment, Jordan was currently sitting on your couch, keeping his eyes on Thermite for you. You had a meeting that was going to be hours away, and you wouldn’t be back home until practically midnight. Not wanting the little guy to go hungry the entire day, Jordan offered to take care of him. You agreed, of course, as Jordan was the person you trusted the most with him. Upon agreement, he also told you to stay overnight at a hotel over there so you didn’t drive home alone at night, but you reassured him you’d be fine to make it back home.
So, as he sat there and waited, Jordan watched as little Thermite messed around with a tiny little ball. He was pushing it forward with his face, and occasionally hopped around. Jordan made sure to feed him the regular things you fed him, and kept alarms on his phone whenever he needed to feed Thermite. Looking at the time, Jordan saw he had about 4 hours to wait before feeding Thermite again. “Hm, I can get myself some sleep…I’ve been awake for an entire day before getting here. Surely little Thermite won’t move away from his spot.” Jordan said to himself, now laying down on your couch so he could sleep more comfortably. He stared at Thermite for a bit before his eyes slowly hooded over, and the last thing Jordan saw before knocking out was Thermite bouncing away.
As he slept, Jordan envisioned a life with you for some reason. He dreamed of the two of you outside in your backyard, playing with Thermite and a German Shepherd pup Jordan hadn’t seen before. It was a heartwarming sight, don’t get him wrong, but why was he now seeing such a peculiar dream? Had the Texan man himself been hiding feelings from you deep within, one’s he wasn’t even aware of? I mean, you were Jordan’s ideal type. A hard worker, but didn’t mind a bit of help here and there, affectionate and gentle, but not afraid to be distant and harsh. You were everything he could have dreamed of, and he can’t believe he’s just now realizing it.
Suddenly being stripped away from the domestic dream he had of you, Jordan was awoken by the sound of his phone’s alarm going off. He sat himself up and rubbed his eyes before stretching, yawning in the process. “Alright little guy! Let’s get you some food before your other parent comes back home!” Jordan called out, standing up and getting Thermite’s food bowl. He then walked to the kitchen, washing his hands before he prepared the food. Overwhelmed by a feeling of dread, one Jordan didn’t even feel when the safety of the world was at stake, he turned around and saw that Thermite wasn’t even in the living room. “You’ve gotta be kidding me…” Jordan said, covering up the food and leaving it where it was.
“Thermite?! Come out little guy!” Jordan yelled as he carefully walked throughout your home. He kept his eyes on the floor, just in case Thermite decided to pop back up. Jordan checked under every bed, behind every door, and in between every shelf and dresser you owned but couldn’t find him anywhere. “Y/N’s gonna kill me if I don’t find him…” Jordan muttered. He would then come to spend a good 4 hours looking for Thermite, and it was at this point where he noticed something other than Thermite was missing.
Jordan was actually missing one of his shoes.
Deciding now to look for the major hint in finding Thermite, Jordan was now on the hunt for his missing shoe. He checked all corners of the house one final time, and he almost damn near slammed his fucking forehead on the wall. “God dammit!” he exclaimed, reaching down and gently lifting Thermite up from behind the couch. “You took my shoe and hid with it just so you could eat it!” he scolded, scowling at Thermite. Thermite didn’t do much while in Jordan’s hands, merely sniffing and licking both of them. “You’re lucky you’re cute. Now come on, it’s time for you to eat.” Jordan said.
He walked over to Thermite’s food bowl, and decided to hold him in one arm so he could prepare his food properly now. As Jordan was doing this, your front door opened. He turned to see you and smiled as he watched you take your shoes off and put your bag down on the floor, “Welcome back, Y/N. How was that meeting?” he asked. “Grueling. Too many people arguing for no reason.” you say softly, locking your front door. “Thermite gave you no trouble, I hope?” you ask.
Jordan sighing heavily, he shakes his head, “Oh no, this little man is a menace. He hid from me for 4 whole hours and I felt stupid the moment I found him.” he said, handing Thermite over to you once you walked over. “Aw, I’m sorry about that…I promise I’ll make it up to you.” you say, taking Thermite’s food bowl from Jordan and putting him into his cage. “There. Now he won’t cause any more trouble.” you say, walking back over to Jordan. You embraced him from behind, burying your face into his back. “Hey, you mind if I talk to you a bit seriously?” Jordan asked. “Mhm…go ahead…” you say sleepily, holding onto his waist a bit tighter.
Jordan began flustering, and he cleared his throat. “I had a dream about you…about us, more like it…” he said softly. “And..?” you ask softly. “We were living together, and we were playing with Thermite and a little German Shepherd pup. It felt…nice…just feeling like I had a permanent person to spend time with…” he scoffed softly, “But why would you want to spend your time with me? I’m constantly away on missions, and probably always on my last one where I don’t know if I’ll be coming home to you.” he finished. “Jordan…” you say, a somber song coming through with your tone. “What is it? Gonna outright reject me as well, huh?” he asked.
Taking your arms off him, you turned him to face you, “I spend my time with you every single time you come over and sleep on my couch. I love spending my time with you, and I don’t care if I have to wait for you to come back, you always do no matter what.” you say, putting your hands gently on his face. “And if I don’t?” Jordan asked, looking you directly in the eye.
There it was, that look of determination he loved so much.
“Then I live on for you. Keep you in my memories, cherish every moment the two of us had together. You’re the greatest friend I’ve ever had, Jordan. And hell, with a romantic fucking confession like that, I can’t help but admit I had dreams like that too. Ones where we lived our lives happily ‘til we got old and croaked.” you say. Jordan gave you a soft smile, “So…does that mean you want to go out with me?” he asked. “Does this answer your question?” you tease, then pull Jordan into a quick yet passionate kiss.
Upon pulling away, you saw Jordan’s eyes widened immensely, and it made you laugh. “Why are you laughing? Didn’t expect me to be shocked at the fact we both confessed to each other, and you solidified what could be the very beginning of our now romantic relationship?” Jordan said, frowning at you. “It’s just super cute! I love your shocked expressions. Well, all of them really.” you say, caressing his face. “You haven’t seen all of them. There’s a couple you haven’t gotten to look at yet.” Jordan suggested, winking at you. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, “Well, I’m gonna go take a shower. Feel free to join if you want, just no roaming hands from you.” you say, winking back at him.
You let him go and walked over to grab your bag that had some extra clothes, walking upstairs to your bathroom. “Well I’ll be damned, now we’re showering together? What’s next, huh?” Jordan asked, following you upstairs. “Not sure yet, let’s take it nice and slow, Tex.” you say as you slip into the bathroom. “Oh Y/N, always so hard to get.” Jordan joked, causing you to laugh. All it took was one day of pet sitting and a few years of crashing on your couch for Jordan to finally muster up the courage to confess his true feelings for you. Who would’ve known?
how does Thermite act with a woman operator (rather shy/discreet) who interests him? thanks for ur work xx
Thank you for the request! I'm sorry it took so long, but I ended up wanting to perfect this story as much as I could, then I got stuck at the ending. Luckily my dear friend @inkerdinker came through and helped me. So special thanks to one of the best artists I know here on Tumblr!❤
Thermite is often described as an 'evil mastermind', someone just as loud and fiery as his exothermic charges. Which is exactly why Hibana had to stifle a snort when he looked just like a scolded schoolboy sat before his principal; eyes cast to the ground in an open refusal to meet hers, or perhaps he was just too abashed to. There was something so... Odd about seeing this well known and respected operator, a specialist on his field like no other, so utterly disarmed. Kinda cute, almost. (Not that she'd ever admit that though.)
There's innocence in love is what she believed, and now bore witness to, as the soldier who taught her about combat and warfare struggled to talk to a woman. It's... Pitiful, to say the least. How he struggles to find the right words in a voice that drops to a baritone as he tries to keep it steady, thinks it makes him seem more confident. He believes he's playing it cool, leaning against that wall, yet his eyes never leave her. Even when she turned away, when her eyes wavered and his never did. The intensity of his stare makes her shy away even more, but he can't help it, the way his eyes stick to her whenever she passes by, whenever he hears her voice from across the room. Perhaps she won't even notice how he looks at her like no other woman existed. She probably won't even notice how he's flirting with her, because he does it all the time, tries to read into her cues and dance at her pace when it's clear just how frustrated he's getting with himself.
There's this... Fear of his that she'll be bound to some other guy before he even mustered up the courage to open about his feelings. Thermite knows he's not the only one she draws the attention of: The stares she gets that ignite his reflexes to punch a whole in the wall, the obvious flirting and invites to the nearby cafè that they promise to pay for- It gets to him. But he's not someone to want to restrict her in any way either, doesn't have the right to.
"So... Let me get this straight.", Hibana looks at him with a smirk edging at her lip corners, "You've been flirting with her basically non-stop. You're frustrated with yourself that you haven't asked her out yet, and you're absolutely, hopelessly in love."
A nod. Blows some air, rubs his neck.
"And you think she's into it, but you're not 100 percent sure. Well, what's keeping you from asking her out then? It's simple. She can say yes or no, and if it's not a clear yes, it's a no."
Thermite huffs.
"That's the thing. It's not that simple. We're like polar opposites. What if she's just polite and I've made a fool of myself this whole time? She's got plenty of choices here, that's for sure."
"Which is exactly why you gotta make a move," Hibana's head shook ever so disapprovingly, "or else you'll miss your chance and hole yourself up in your lab, sulking and burning your hands even more than usual, and Ash will get annoyed again and-", she gasped for air, ready to continue her tirade until Thermite's hands rose in defence.
"Okay, okay. I get it. I'll ask her. As you said, she can say either yes or no. Or maybe she'll take a good look at me, grimace and say 'ew, why would I'-", a smack followed by an "ouch!" that had passerby's raise eyebrows.
"Alright everyone, that's it. Any questions? Ask now or regret later."
Jordan let his eyes wander over every single operator before him, watching their determined gazes and ready stances. A tiring debriefing it had been, robbed him of more sleep that he hoped his face showed. Always the dependable one, wasn't he? A leader as confident as him needs but a nod to signal the others to go and prepare for the upcoming mission. Boots shuffled, murmurs carried out the door that he waited at.
"Sorry to keep you", hand gently laid on her shoulder when it really wanted to squeeze tight for she felt hot to the touch, as if daring him to reach out to her again.
Where was that confidence now, oh big leader?
"I don't mean to keep you long." Shoulders rolled back and straight as a pole did he put on his most award selling, most casual yet charming smirk - somewhere behind his eyes he saw Yumiko giving him a thumbs up. "But I was just wondering if you'd like to go out once all of this is over?"
He lets his words sit, carefully watches her expression. "You don't have to answer now, of course." See if that chance paid off.
A sigh he'd been holding for way too long left him after she went off to her duty. One full of relief as he combed his hair, eyes wandering in the cold debriefing room; so cold it must've been that he seemed to sweat bullets, pulling at the collar of his shirt for some fresh air, trying to get that gear in his chest to stop rattling so.
"See? I told you she'd say yes", a voice rung behind him, smug yet proud all the same. Hibana patted him on the shoulder in blissful ignorance at his wide eyes.
"Yumiko? Have you been listening to us?",a giggle had his head turn towards the door, "Oh c'mon. Not you too, Grace."
This is my main masterlist to all my one-shots or series I’ve made or plan to make. If you have any requests, be sure to ask away, I don’t have much limitations besides Nsfw one-shots and things I barely know anything about. I won’t do Disney either because it feels wrong to me to write about child hood things LOL.
