#glaz imagine

[itsohh]

Proposing with the Spetsnaz’s

A/N: R6S is in a bad spot rn but at least the ops are still hot. Big thanks to my lovely beta lululandd who I would die for.

Warnings: None

Glaz

There was an anxious shift in your mind. One that had been like that the entire time you sat there. You were almost completely alone, the night sky shining a million diamonds above while you had curled up by the window. There was a little window seat that you always loved to read at, it was a peaceful little spot in your lover's apartment. What was different about this time was the fact that he sat parallel to you. 

In front of him was a large canvas, one he had been working on for hours on end. It made you so anxious about your movements, so scared that you would interrupt and change his view if you moved. At first, when he brought it out, you had gone to move but he had insisted on you staying there. He’d even brought you a warm drink to coax you to stay there- even a blanket. 

“Relax, if you were in my way I would have asked you to move two hours ago.” He placed down the brush and put it to the side. He stepped back, let out a breath and nodded. “But, doesn’t matter now. I’ve finished.”

“You’ve finished?” You cocked a brow, he was never usually that quick at painting and you couldn’t imagine a canvas that big would only take a few hours. His eyes flicked up with a smile and nodded.

“Ah, I’ve been working on it for a while now but finally got around to finishing it tonight.” There was a look in his eyes, one that you couldn’t quite place. Was there something off? Yet, he didn’t seem upset in any way. “Would you like to see?” At his question, you nodded and closed your book. You placed it to the side and sat up. Timur turned the stand around and the painting with it.

Your lips parted as you saw the entirety of the picture. It was far more zoomed out than you had originally thought. Instead of just the sky and buildings nearby, it was the direct view from where he stood. A frame of where you sat. Your head was turned towards the sky, while your book was open in your hands. The blanket covered your curled legs. “Timur…” Your breath hitched as you saw the night sky in the painting, it wasn’t the same as you spied outside. Instead, the stars spelt out ‘Marry me?’ Your head looked up and you made eye contact with you. “Do you mean it?”

“I wouldn’t have spent all this time painting it if I didn’t.” 

The blanket fell to the ground and you leapt to your feet. It took you a couple of seconds to get around the canvas but you stretched your arms out around him with a laugh and a smile. 

“Yes, Timur. Yes.” You pressed your hands against his face and leaned into him. The kiss you gave him was sweet. It was long and slow and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you and pull you into his lap. When the pair of you parted it was only barely, you couldn’t contain the grin that consumed your entire face. 

“I didn’t even show you the ring.” He breathed while your forehead pressed against his.

“I didn’t need to see it to know my answer.”

Fuze

Light from the projected screen illuminated the room. You were rather cozied up next to Shuhrat, it wasn’t too often that the pair of you could go to the theatre without someone else joining you. How he had managed to pull it off remained unknown but you didn’t bother to ask into it. Sometimes things were better left unknown. In all honesty, you hadn’t been paying too much attention to the film. Instead, you were focused on the way you were snuggled against Shuhrat's arm. His hand had made its home on your knee where his thumb gently stroked. A blanket covered the pair of you while the movie continued all around you. 

“This movie is bad,” Shuhrat mumbled and you couldn’t help but laugh at his monotone voice. 

“You picked it.” You pointed out and his eyes turned to focus on you.

“I picked poorly.”

“Ah, not all of them can be winners. We can turn it off and put something else on if you like.”

“I don’t want to ruin you watching it.”

“I’m not gonna lie Shuhrat, I zoned out like half an hour ago.” He raised a brow at you and you shrugged. “I just like chilling with you. We’ll be back in the field tomorrow and it’s nice to have a calm before the storm.”

“You don’t like the storm?”

“Not recently with how many people we have lost to it recently.” You glanced away for a second. “She can be a cruel mistress but I don’t think I would trade it for the world. This is my place in the world and I’m happy with that. I think one day the storm will take me too but that's just part of life.” 

Shuhrat stared at you and you couldn’t help the heat that formed on your face. You cleared your throat and unlatched from his arm. “Sorry, didn’t mean to get so morbid.”

“I have to ask you something.” His words demanded your attention and you turned to face him.

“What's up?”

“After last time I wasn’t sure I would ever want to ask this again but after some careful consideration, I think I am. You're by my side day after day, night after night and I want you covering my back for as long as you can.” His other hand escaped the blanket and you could see the small box in it that he opened with his thumb. There sat an engraved platinum ring. It didn’t have any rocks on it and was rather minimalistic, perfect for everyday use in your line of work. “Will you marry me?” He looked at you for your reaction. 

You covered your mouth with your hand. The car explosion on the projector went unnoticed as you silently nodded towards you. 

“I mean we already moved in together and everything I just thought you never wanted to actually like… get married.” You whispered. 

“I didn’t, not for a long time.”

“What changed your mind?” 

Shuhrat looked away from you at the question and you tilted your head to get a better look at him. “Something Timur said to me.”

“Timur? What did he say?”

“We were watching you take down Alexsandr and he said to me, ‘It seems fate really did have things in store for you when you broke off your engagement. I’m glad that you managed to find your one. Especially someone able to keep Alexsandr on his feet. Or the floor I suppose.’ He was right and I didn’t want to squander that.” He picked the ring from the box, took your hand from your face and slowly slipped the ring on. There was a warm smile on your face that was so extremely rare to see. Shuhrat brought your hand to his face and gently kissed just below the ring. 

Kapkan

Sleep had long since taken control of you. It wasn't your fault though, it had been a long day and an even longer drive. With the music at a low level and a comfortable silence between the pair of you, it was rather easy to slip into your dozed form. 

Maxim hadn't bothered to wake you, there was no reason to. Besides, he did like that relaxed face that spread across your face. It wasn't until he parked the car at the cabin and got settled did he go to disturb you. His attempt to pick you up without disrupting or waking you failed and soon you stirred from your sleep in his arms. 

He had made sure to open the door before he picked you up so it was easy for him to carry you. A yawn left your lips and you blinked away. "Go back to sleep. I'll look after you." 

You pressed your face into his chest slightly. "We're here?"

"Yeah, don't worry I'll sort everything out." 

"Mmm, you’re too nice to me." That had him chuckle slightly. It wasn't very often he was called nice. 

"I look after my own."

"Is that what I am?" 

"Hmm?"

"I'm yours?" You asked and he cocked a brow. 

"I had assumed so considering the nature of our relationship was I wrong?" He already knew the answer and exactly how you felt but humored your question regardless. You had piqued his interest. 

"Make it offical then. In writing."

"In writing?" 

You pressed your lips together and cleared your throat slightly. "I am formally asking you, Maxim Basuda, if you would like to marry me." Your voice had a slight joking tone. A performance tone. He chuckled and placed you on your side of the bed that he had already prepared before he got you. 

"I'm serious. I wanna get hitched. I don't really care too much about how we do it or where really. Fuck it we could get eloped if you wanna. But I wanna marry you, Maxim. Really badly." 

He stared down at you and then sat on the bed next to you. "How long have you thought about this?"

"A while, I've been waiting for you to ask for ages and finally got sick of waiting. Thought I'd bite the bullet and just ask, it wasn't hard to when I got to wake in your arms ." 

He turned away with a tsk. The man seemed a little amused but annoyed. "I've been trying to decide on a ring for a while now." He pulled out a box from the inside of his jacket and snapped it on the table next to you. "Everyone has ideas. Personally, rings don't matter that much to me but I can't deny I like having a piece of me with you." You picked up the box and flicked it open where inside was a  basic ring. It didn't have any customisation to it, completely uniform. It was rather dark and caught the small amount of light that streamed into the room from the hallway. 

"Jordan suggested it. It's tungsten. I was planning to ask you sometime during this trip but you beat me to it."

You twirled the metal ring on your finger. "You went around asking everyone?"

"First it started with Alexsandr considering he's been married before then it grew from there. It was quite interesting to see the way that they talked. A lot of them said what they would want and then there were a few debates on what you would like."

"How did you decide?"

"Jordan discussed the properties of the metal. I wanted something that would remind you of me."

"...Something that shatters under a lot of pressure? One of the hardest things out there?"

"I was going for practice." He gave you a playful glare and you slipped it on with a grin. "If you don't like it I can-"

"No! It's mine." You clutched your hand to your chest for a second and leaned towards him. "And so are you."

Tachanka

The wind whipped past your face as you sprinted. Gunfire continued all around you. What seemed like a marathon was only about twenty meters, maybe thirty. “Hey come on, don’t tell me you're tapping out this early.” Your voice was a jest, a concerned but lighthearted smile on your face as you helped him up off the ground. The metal table acted as perfect cover while he shook off the bullets to his plate. 

“Take a little more than that to keep me down.” He smiled with a groan and rolled his shoulders. You heard a decent popping crack from one and couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips. He raised a brow and gathered his gun where he reloaded the mag. 

“Good, cooking duty wouldn’t be the same without you.” You peaked up from the table and your eyes went to the grenade that dropped just in front of it. Alexsandr started to rise and follow your lead just in time for you to snatch the strap on the front of his armor. His body moved with yours as you dived back down and dragged him along with you. “‘Nade!” The explosion went off only a second later and his eyes locked with yours. The pair of you stayed frozen, panting slightly. 

“Marry me.”

“What?” Your mind restarted at the words and he smirked.

“You hear me, I died once, it would be a tragedy to die again knowing I didn’t marry you so-” He placed his dirty hand against your face. “-Marry me.”

“You thought now, of all times, would be a good time to ask? Alex we are in a gunfight.”

“You don’t want to get married?”

“I…I do, of course I do… Fuck, I’m going to marry you and then kill you for asking right now I swear to god.” 

His face stretched out into a massive grin and he got off you and peaked the table. Alex turned back to face you as you got off the ground. Without hesitation, you felt his lips against yours. It was only for the quickest of seconds but it was enough for you to blink a few times and stutter to his booming laugh, only covered by the sound of gunfire.

“It would be worth it!”

[melodygatesauthor]

The Spetsnaz with a Breeding Kink

Spetz Boys X f!Reader

I just couldn't help myself with this one y'all. I had to do it.

Summary: Headcanons for the Spetz boys and they want to put a baby in you...BAD.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, breeding kink, reader is not on birth control, Spetz boys do not care and will not be using condoms, p in v creampie, rough sex, cum as lube, pregnancy, reader is smol, lactation kink (minor mention)

Word Count: 1.1k

Russian Terms Used:

Printsessa = Princess

Krasivaya = Beautiful

Shuhrat "Fuze" Kessikbayev

Shuhrat is on the quieter side, so the way he enjoys this kink is a bit more subtle than others.

At first he just likes to think about what it would be like to have you carrying his baby, but he won't talk about it yet, he doesn't want to scare you away

When you start having sex, he isn't pushy, but he won't hesitate to fuck you when you even so much as mention it.

He loves to be able to see your face while he does it. He wants to see your eyes roll back and your lips parted in breathy moans while your cunt gushes over his cock.

Even more, he wants to look at you while he comes.

He's frozen when his cock is buried completely to the hilt, shooting hot ropes into you, pumping you full with every drop until he's completely drained.

He wants to make sure his dick is in as far as it can go so you don't lose a single drop.

"Look at how well you take me," he says while he thrusts up into you some more, pushing his seed further inside.

He won't pull out of you until he's fully soft and has no choice. He revels in the way you look on your back with cum dripping out of your pussy.

"I can't wait to see what you look like with a big pregnant belly." He'd say in a low tone, touching your abdomen with a large hand.

He's not done either, he's going to fuck you every night for several nights until you get a positive test, and then he isn't going to stop telling you how happy he is to know you're carrying his child.

Alexsandr "Tachanka" Senaviev

Alexsandr is a big man, and he's always loved the idea of fucking into your small frame and breeding you with his babies. When the time finally came, he was not shy about it.

His favorite way to take you is bent over, face in the mattress, with his cock buried deep inside your soaked cunt. You cried the first time, but told him to keep going anyway. Secretly he was glad you cried...he kinda liked the way it sounded.

He enjoys looking down and seeing your pussy split over his dick while he pushes in deeper and harder.

When he comes, filling you to the brim with his white heat, he loves the wet sound it makes when he fucks it into you the second he gets hard again, using it instead of lube.

It takes several hours of breeding you until he's satisfied, and you're nearly passed out from exhaustion and overstimulation.

He knows it's not likely to happen, but he's secretly hoping you'll be pregnant with quadruplets. He wants you to be as big and round as possible.

He also cannot wait for you to start lactating. The idea of replacing the crap at the store with your breast milk is what gives Alexsandr life these days.

When you do get pregnant, he's on his knees worshipping the ground you walk on, and he tells you constantly how beautiful you look all big and round with his baby in you.

Timur "Glaz" Glazkov

Timur is anything but a selfish lover, but when the thought of you carrying his child enters his mind, he can't stop thinking about it, and all the things he wants to do to you to make it happen.

It becomes almost an obsession for him, he's painting it, drawing it, it's always running through his thoughts. So when he finally gets to fuck you, you can imagine it's messy.

His mouth is all over you while he stuffs you with his cock. He's kissing you, sucking on your neck, and nipping at each breast until you're whining through each orgasm.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk, printsessa." He would say with his face buried in your neck.

He meant what he said, and he would fuck you relentlessly, taking his usually selfless nature out of the equation. He wants you good and used up, pussy dripping with excess cum.

When he's finished inside of you for the third time, and is frustrated, unable to get himself hard again, he demands that you stay on your back while he draws you like that.

"You look so good, do not move." He'll say. "Keep it inside, don't let anymore fall out."

As he draws you, he gets hard again, but won't fuck you until he's done with his work.

Maxim "Kapkan" Basuda

The usual quiet, calm, and collected Maxim goes completely feral at the thought of breeding you. The moment you mention wanting to have a kid, he's already thinking about all the ways he wants to split you open.

He always wanted to be a dad, and thinking about how good you'll look carrying his child...oh he can hardly stand it.

Like an animal in the wild he's mounting you, face down into the bed. He likes the way you sound whimpering underneath him.

When he's done bending you over every surface in your house, he then likes to take his fingers and shove the cum back into you. Any bit that's dribbled down your thighs is getting stuffed back in there.

"You have such a cute little pussy, krasivaya, so good at taking my cum." He'd tell you while pumping his thick digits in and out of you.

He's also going to have you naked as much as possible, so he can take you any time he's good and ready. You spend most of your time at home either filled with Maxim's cock, or filled with his spend.

When you are pregnant, his hands are on you almost at all times. If he can touch you, then he can protect you. He becomes very overprotective, to a point that drives you a little crazy.

He also can't stop fucking you while you're pregnant though. The feeling of sucking on your swollen tits while your cunt crushes his cock in orgasm has no comparison.

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Don't know what came over me with this one. Just had to get it out of my system. Let me know if you want me to do the other groups! I don't mind writing m!Reader if one of the groups has a woman in it (GSG9 for instance)

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[dewydovahkiin]

what if their s/o suprises the spetz boys wearing a sexy costume like playboy bunny?? how would be their reaction?

plus: I love your posts!!! <3

*cha cha slide beat* now it’s time to get fucked. To the left. throw it back now y’all.

Tachanka:

You’ve summoned his horny. Alex can never keep his hands off of you as is but this is just… he wants to glue his hands to your ass just so he can forever have that good squeeze. His hand is on your thigh at all times you’re near him, feeling your skin through the fishnets and occasionally twanging it against your leg to tease you.

He stares the entire time, drinking in your form. He’s totally distracted (and hard) for god knows how long. All he can think about is ruining you. Very handsy even in public- everyone needs to know that

Prepare to be railed like no other. The bed will probably move like 5 ft from where it originally was due to the force of his thrusts. That’s if he even has the patience to make it home.

Glaz:

You can feel the second his eyes zero in on your ass. He bluescreens for a good minute, actually blushing. It takes every ounce of willpower for Timur to not drop to his knees and worship you right then and there. Normally he hates those cheesy costumes but you in one? His mind is rewired into craving it.

He tries to not stare but it’s a near impossible task, and then he notices others staring and gets possessive. He can keep his hands to himself…but he doesn’t. Consider Timur glued to you for the rest of the night.

Fuze:

The definition of “lord forgive me I’m boutta bust”. Shuhrat has a sudden primal urge to fuck your thighs. Like, it hit him like a train. His imagination goes wild and he feels like a horny teenager again.

It’s all he thinks about the entire night. He’s noticeably distracted and more handsy than normal. Almost considers dragging you away to some private area away from everyone else to get rid of his raging boner but he also hates public sex and would rather take his time at home. So he waits, ignoring his dick crying for help

Kapkan:

Maxim is internally yelling at himself WE MUST STAY FOCUSED FOCUS ON THE TASK AT HAND. Driving to and fro the party, his knuckles are white on the steering wheel 😭

He’s the most composed. Sure he’s stealing glances at you constantly, and sure his dick is trying to crawl out of his pants, but at least he’s not a public slut like Tachanka. It’s an entirely different story the second you get back home.

[rainytieflingssword]

Glaz and Kapkan playing Warhammer, anyone? Or maybe collecting at least. Imagine Maxim one day entering Timur's room and seeing him painting something so small, that he can't see what exactly it is. He just knows it's way different against great canvases his man normally uses.

Maxim comes closer and gives his lover a hug from behind, while he rests his head upon Tim's shoulder, watching what he's doing.

[cerosin-bis]

If a may ask for some saucy KapGlaz HCs???

Gosh how I miss these two 🥺 HELL yeah. Here are a couple nsfw headcanons for Kapkan/Glaz. I have a shitton of AUs with them so I'll just compile the "default" nsfw headcanons I have around their dynamic.

* these are all headcanons, not opinions, they're just my own/preferred views of them and their dynamic, and I don't want anyone to think I'm pretending to be one to be "right" about them

Glaz is pretty much the enabler of the two. He has more experience, LOVES to experiment, he's more open and more aware of his kinks so he's usually the one nudging Kap like hey.... we could try this... :)c

It's rarer but sometimes it's Kapkan who says the wildest, nastiest shit imaginable and Glaz is like on all fours in .4 sec it gets him going like NOTHING else does.

Most of the time it's pretty vanilla between them though they like a little bit of playful roughhousing. glaz IS a power bottom and very much likes to relinquish control.

Kapkan is a hard top that for the most part still deals with the years he spent repressed. (I cannot stress this enough this is just my preferred dynamic and view of them since 2019). This fic is absolutely major in the way I envision this relationship between Maxim and his own sexuality.

Glaz is really Really REALLY into being manhandled. Their strength match each other's so let me tell you their sparring sessions are fun (like in this pwp fic.)

[gloomiebearwritings]

hii anon from yesterday that asked about characters you write for c:

may i please request some SFW headcanons of glaz comforting his S/O after having a really bad day? take your time btw ^-^ don’t wanna stress you out heehee

Absolutely, anon!! Hope it's to your liking! u.u Thank you for your patience!! ❤❤❤

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Whenever he notices you’ve been fairly down, he questions you about it, but doesn’t press too hard in case you don’t want to talk about it 

Your privacy matters the most to him, so if you’re not comfortable sharing what it was that was bothering you, he won’t press- but tells you he’s always there if you wanted to talk about it

Opening up to him is easy though, as even if he appears busy with a painting, he’s listening intently to what you have to say

He’ll always try to find a way to cheer you up, even wrapping you up in a blanket and watching funny videos with you to help you laugh again

He’d set his brushes down, leaning back in his seat as he listened to what you had to deal with, occasionally pitching in a quiet comment. What you go through sounds exhausting, and he can’t imagine having to deal with it like you do- it’s what made you strong in his eyes. But he could tell you were wearing thin after dealing with so much; your frame still tense despite being at home with him. 

Carefully he brought you closer once he was on the couch with you, pressing gentle but firm kisses to your forehead, promising it’d be alright now- reminding you that he was there and that he wasn’t letting go until he saw you smile. After he got you comfortable against him with a blanket draped over your lower half, he brought out his phone, scrolling through various little videos until he found the perfect ones to make you laugh until the pain of the day melted away.

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[sylvaridreams]

Mentioned for a minute in the guild server regarding halloweeen, but like. I love Bourbon for not knowing shit about human culture. Glaz saw a child reared by the dredge and was like ok fantastic! I will not teach him anything about his actual heritage or what humans are like basically. Thumbsup.

So a couple decades later you end up with a thirty-something who kind of "gets" what a queen is but doesn't agree that you HAVE to be respectful and polite to her for no reason, and he's been informed that you're "not supposed to" do certain things in cities like race around on roller beetles and such, and hes like ohhhh okay. ^_^ well that sounds like more of a suggestion.... and not MY problem... Someone says "may melandru guide you" to him and he's like "I don't even know her...🧍‍♂️how could i even trust her to guide me anywhere." Basically, when you let a dozen bandits raise a previously unsocialized, "feral" teenager to adulthood you end up with him. I know the Commander was supposed to be Rama’s paperwork nightmare but I can only imagine Bourbon was Worse than Alba. Alba at least put a findable name on his transit docs and tried to abide by Canthan laws. Bourbon "doesn't like authority figures" "no legal name or documents" "technically doesn't exist in the eyes of Tyrian governments" "no last name whatsoever" "thinks he's funny for lying to the guy with the big goofy hat" "all his history is criminal history" surname-nonexistent (as previously mentioned) is his TRUE worst nightmare. I think Rama would throw up. A lot.

[vampsquerade]

Vamp my love tell me your thots, since it’s spooky season, on what monster the spetz boys would be? For scientific purposes, ykyk. Completely innocent and not for monster fucking purpose I promise

:0 ah yes i love contributing to science heehee…here’s my thoughts on which monsters and why

i see Tachanka honestly being a cambion but not like the biblical ones, the Devil May Cry kind (specifically Dante’s devil form):

my reasoning for this is, well, because he’s a big man. Imagine DMC V devil form Dante, but w Tachanka

now that’s hot (pun not intended)

plus he’s huge. imagine him looking like that and just being absolutely shocked to see that he’s not really as he said he was? but still being okay with it because he’s nice to be around?

i see Kapkan being a werewolf, and here’s that reasoning:

he’s a hunter, the man knows exactly where to go if he ever needs to transform

he’s observant and knows better than to engage in something that’ll rile him up and expose his secret

he’s also a big burly man…so…take that with what you will (he will get a lot bigger, and i do not mean that in a sexual way honestly lmao)

i see Fuze being a vampire and here’s why:

a silent man keeping his distance from everyone else? i wonder why? maybe he’s got something biting at him (i’m sorry-)

he probably only asks his closest friends in rainbow for some help, or straight up goes to the infirmary and steals bags without a trace

he also stays away from everyone else to make sure he doesn’t give into any urges

and finally, i see Glaz as a benevolent spirit with a slight bit of mischief in him:

he could go anywhere he wants without a trace, and draw things he probably wouldn’t be able to (this does not mean he spies on anyone or breached anyone’s privacy)

if he feels like giving himself a laugh? he’ll just mess with someone until he gives himself away before disappearing again

floaty boi gets to live out his dream of being a bird too

[r6shippingdelivery]

What Ops do you think have tattoos, besides the ones we already know about like Tachanka, Valk, and Thunderbird

Canon tattos:

Tachanka Bandit Valkyrie Thunderbird Maverick Osa Lion (stated in the lore) *Kapkan (if you take the r6 mobile game as canon? Dubious, I know, but I love this tattoos so I'm counting those as canon :D)

I think I'm not missing anyone? As for who else I imagine has tattoos: Fuze and Glaz, I'm pretty sure all the Spetsnaz are tattooed. Jäger too, I HC his arms are more ink than skin. Blackbeard also seems the type to have some tattoo, same as Nokk. Ela too, you can't convince me that Ms. Rebellious wouldn't love the idea of getting some artistic tat and pissing of her sister and dad at the same time, lol.

[infinitewhore]

A small one-shot abt achlys past since i am sick and am NOT in the mood to continue the marrige fic or Arcas fic so yup<3

Also warning?

Italics are thoughts

"Hey Mike!"

"Ah Jordan, Everything alright?" Spoke the older operator turning around go look at the FBI Op, "Ah yeah, i just cannot find Achlys!" He chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck, "I need her for some Testing. Since Elena is busy doin stuff!"

"For elena stuff meaning Doc.."

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" As jordan was readjusting the bandages on his forearm, Mike pointed down the hallway towards the Gym, "Last time i heard 'er was the Gym" he spoke turning his back towards the younger OP again, "Thanks Mike!" Spoke jordan walking off, not before Mike spoke again, "Careful would ya? The Lass lost the plot last time i heard 'er" Jordan turned his head over his shoulder to look at mike "Lost the plot?" Mike just Chuckled, "it Means Angry" Jordan just nodded and walked off toward the gym.

A Shout was heard comming from the gym bathrooms. None would know i just eavesdrop. Right? Jordan slowly put his ear against the bathroom door, "Я не вернусь домой Папа!" Achlys shouted. Russian?! Seriously Achlys! Let me text glaz.

J.T: Hey Glazkov!

T.G: what is it Trace?

J.T: just wondering if you'd like to play translator

T.G: depends..

J.T: Achlys is on a phone call at the gym and i cannot understand what she's saying?

T.G: You do know if she finds out you're eavesdropping she will kill you. And me if i help you

J.T: I'll order you new drawing stuff?

T.G: Gym you said да?

glaz head jerked away from the door after eavesdroppingand translating for jordan for about half a hour, "you good?" Jordan whisperd to him, "Shes talking to her father. I dont know if its smart to continue." He looked at jordan, glaz's eyes showing a bit of sadness, "Why?" Glaz sighs, "If we leave her alone, and i tell you apart of her story. Do i still get the Art stuff you promised?" Jordan nodded at the russian, "Definitely."

"Her Father is... A very Abusive man." Glaz readjusted his beanie before continuing, "Last time i talked with her about it she said that-

'I joined the Spetsnaz program for 2 reasons. 1 to get away from my dad and 2, so i can train better' "

"Abusive, how?"

"The most common injuries he'd give her were broken arm's, gun- and Stab wounds she'd even pass out from exhaustion from time to time." While Glaz looked at the floor of the cafeteria, jordan put a hand on his shoulder, "you said the most common injuries, whats the worst?" Glaz balled his hands into a fist, knuckles going white, "When she was 16 he..

*Flashback *

(Just imagine everything said is in russian)

"Wake up, bitch!" Her father grabbed achlys by her ankle dragging her out of the bed, "Wh-Whats wrong dad?" Achlys just now waking up, realized what she said, "I- i meant sir! Im so sorry!" Her fear from the older man was noticeable, through her stuttering, "Shut it! Good for nothing slut!" He let go of her ankle, Now grabbing her arm instead to lift her up and tie her to a metal chair, "Sir? What are you doing?!" She tried to pull her arms and ankles free from the chains, unsuccessfully. "You are going to learn how to torture someone now, And your going to learn through pain" Hooking up a car battery to the metall chair he stroked her cheek, "you can only learn through pain dear~" and with that he stepped away, turning on the car battery. Achlys screams beaing heard through the whole compound.

After a hour of being shocked, with breaks in between, her father took away the battery, "have you had enough?~" he moved a strand of hair out of her face as the younger girl nodded, "Too bad" turning his back to the younger Girl he walked up to a table, "whats next.." he whisperd to himself. "Thats it.." grabbing a pair of tongs and a carton box he turned towards the girl, "this is going to hurt. "He chuckled, "but you know that of course" he pulled of her shoes and started to pull her toenails out with the tongs. "come on, you can handle this. Or are you Weak?", Achlys bit down on her lip shaking her head No, through a strained voice and gritted theeth she spoke quietly, "No-Not weak!", he chuckled. "And were done! Wasn't that bad hm deary?" He put a hand on her head, as he stood up from the kneeling position. "Ready for more?" he opend the box, The female started crying, "No.. please no" her please falling on empty ears as he lifts her ankels enough to put them in the box. "These are all of my broken glass bottles are you excited?" he laughed, "Yo-Your a Maniac!" She screamed at him, the words falling on deaf ears again as he applies pressure to her knees so the soles of her feet get cut by the glass. After 10 minutes he lets go of her knees, "No..No more please... i beg you." He head hung low, "fine. You'll clean yourself up tho." He untied her restrains and left.

*end if Flashback*

"What the fuck.." glaz just chuckled, "Yes, and that happend maybe three times per month" Jordan's mouth was agape, "the next day Sasha, Visited her base since he was supposed go pick a recruit up for the spetsnaz program" he Chuckled, "Слава Богу he picked her"(thank god) Jordan's broes furrowed, "Is he still a General?.." he looked at glaz in fear of other recruits he might torture like that. Glaz sighs and nodds, "No.." he coverd his mouth in a shock, "He hasn't been reported yet?!" Jordan slammed his fits into his lap, "Russia is... kinda wierd when jt comes to that stuff.." glaz rubbs the back of his neck, "But atleast shes free of his grasp?"

A pair of hands snaked themselves to Thermite and Glaz's Throats, "Where you pretty boys talking about me?"

[solari-writes-things]

hi! i absolutely LOVE you! the aesthetic and your writing is absolutely perfect. i was wondering if you could write some glaz x reader headcannons? it's entirely up to you! thank you <3

✨ Solari Says: Awwww thank you so much!! Reading that made me really happy, I'm glad that you enjoy my stuff! I would love to do some Glaz headcannons, I am in love with that man. Period.

🛑 WARNINGS: NONE! 🛑

✨ Pairing: Glaz x Reader

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First things first, you both met on a complete whim.

You aren't sure whether to thank luck, or Tachanka's forward nature.

But regardless, you were thankful for it.

He ended up being one of the sweetest individuals you had come to know.

Quiet in groups but lively in one on one situations, he was always the one to start conversations with you.

At first you thought it was due to him being nice.

But then you noticed his expressions and body language change the more he got to know you.

Sooner, his interest was apparent, and yours were no secret to begin with.

He shows his affection in any way that he can.

Touch, action, you name it, he's done it.

He is attentive and makes it very apparent. He looks for signs the longer you are together, trying to find what makes you tick.

Once he figures it out, he knows how to make your heart float.

And every day is a goddamn love song, practically.

You frequently find him paying close attention to you.

Usually with his sketchbook in hand.

At first you thought it was due to him wanting to keep an eye on you.

That he enjoyed watching you operate, doing what you love.

Hobbies, sitting and scrolling on your phone.

Anything, really.

And while that was mostly true, he left his sketchbook behind on accident one day.

You'd be a liar if you didn't admit that you were curious.

You opened it just to calm the curiosity.

You found a lot of different sketches. Scenery, objects, you name it, he had it.

And then you got to the section of sketches that he had of you.

Sitting on your bed reading, on your phone. You recall finding one of you in an outfit that you wore on a date in Herefordshire.

The fact that he could recall it from memory left you unbelievably happy.

He isn't shy about your relationship.

Hand holding, holding your waist while you walk.

He frequently gives you a kiss on your temple.

Should you want to learn how to create art, or improve, he would happily guide you along.

Give you tips and tricks.

Should you work on a canvas, which is his expertise, he'd actually guide your hands if you should find trouble.

If you're comfortable, he's happy to show off your work too.

Naturally, when you go to the mess hall, the other Spetsnaz give him guff.

Never you, not that you would mind.

But they lovingly make fun of him, they predicted you two would get together from the start.

So, as per tradition, you just make fun of them right back.

They all love it. Timur loves it the most, it makes him extremely happy that you're adapting to his friends.

It makes him extremely happy that you're happy with him.

And honestly? He wouldn't change it for the world. __

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[r6s-imagines]

Can we get some little headcanons for Spetsnaz where the reader finds their most prized possessions?

y’all really love spetsnaz huh

actually yknow what nevermind i understand the appeal

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spetsnaz preference >> prized possessions

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MASTERLIST

warnings: fluff, cursing

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summary: how do the members of spetsnaz react when you find their prized possessions?

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kapkan

you found it while looking for another item maxim requested for you to retrieve on his desk

the blade itself was still sharp, as if it was new

the handle had delicate carvings into the silver casing

it was clean, yet vintage. you never saw it in combat, and figured it was more of a decorative item.

it was too beautiful to handle, so you gestured to it which grabbed his attention.

“what’s this?”

without looking up from his book, he flatly replied.

“mine.”

displeased with the answer, you snapped to get his full attention, making him look up from the noise and trail his eyes to the weapon.

“oh.”

he closed his book slowly, sitting up from his bed.

as if you were his grandchild, he patted his leg, offering you enough space to comfortably lay on his thigh.

“let me tell you a story of a man.”

his story seemed infinite, starting at the beginning of his family timeline

you weren’t complaining, his stories were always intriguing and engaging, even if he wasn’t loud and wildly gesturing like another russian you knew

it was his father’s knife

“he escaped to the west. used this to get him out of some lethal situations. he wanted to help america during the cold war. i follow in his steps; fighting for what is right, not the most popular choice.”

maxim paused, watching you with a sincere look

he grabbed your waist and pulled you in, your face buried in his neck as he looked ahead.

“i wish to pass it to our children.”

you began to cry

glaz

you were flipping through his sketchbook while he was away (he gave you permission beforehand, don’t worry, fellow artists!)

the papers were yellowed, corners folded randomly

there were various pieces; landscapes, people, animals...

your eyes stopped at a page tucked between others, smaller and worn around the edges

paper clipped to the work was a photo, almost identical to the drawing

a woman not much older than timur looked into the camera with a straight face, posing as one usually would in the past

the sketch was textured and layered perfectly; you would have guessed it was a photo copy if you hadn’t known of your love’s hobby

you smile, assuming it’s someone he must have lost years ago

sure enough, glaz is against the doorframe, a small smile on his lips

he steps beside you, scratching his beard and sincerely grinning

“you two would have gotten along,” he said, peering past your shoulder to join you in admiring the work

you asked who it was, and you could see the pain in his eyes

“my mother.” his gaze drops, seemingly analyzing his shoelaces. timur said her first name as if she was an angel.

“she’s very beautiful,” you complimented softly. timur’s nose was pink as he stared ahead.

“yes,” he quietly replied. “she was.”

fuze

shuhrat never spoke of his family much

he didn’t speak about anything before rainbow, actually

no photos, no accessories, not a single piece of familial memorabilia.

you asked him about it, and he shrugged.

“nothing important happened before.”

there’s no way shuhrat only sticks close to his cluster charges, right?

of course, you were married to him, but you still worried about his social connections.

you decide to do some snooping

you slid open drawers, cabinets, anything that could keep something moderately important

sure enough, on his shelf was a spruce box, no larger than that used for jewelry

suspecting something significant, you removed the box from the shelf and unclamped the gold latch

piles upon piles of photos and documents were found

curious, you unfolded the paper on top

“ — y/n 2/14/19XX”

the signed letter you used to confess to him ages ago...!

you went for the second paper

“to my love, shuhrat,”

your one year anniversary card!

turning the photos right side up, you found them to be entirely of you

anything of you from your operator portrait to your wedding photo

you were his prized possession...?

you whip around at the sound of footsteps, watching fuze shrug off his coat without the knowledge of your presence.

in a panic, you shut the box and tried to shove it back where you found it

he reacted to the noise, whipping around.

he’s very red when he notices the box still in your hands

“y/n.”

“shuhrat.”

you had this knowing smirk on your face

you thought i wouldn’t find your soft spot, you teased internally.

tachanka

alex isn’t ancient, but he definitely has memories of an older world

he’s a prime example of “when i was your age—“

you were relatively younger than him, so you loved hearing his tales of a time before you

sure, sometimes they can be unwanted, but it was still fascinating to see what he went through

the most shocking interest of his was probably collecting vinyls

he takes great pride in his collection, taking every opportunity to give you facts about each record.

you more so listened to his music rather than finding it yourself

he was humming along in his office as he typed away, a slower song in a language you were not familiar with.

you paused as you walked along the hallway, seemingly entranced by the tune

alex paused as well, laughing at the sight of you silently jamming out

“you like this one?”

shocked, you attempt to play it off, blushing

“come here.”

alex reached out to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you inside

instinctively, you wrapped your hands around his neck and his around your waist

you rocked side to side as he began to speak.

“tchaikovsky,” he explained, chuckling. “one of my favorites too.”

he fluttered his eyes shut, taking in the sound waves with a peaceful smile

you’ve never seen tachanka, of all people, be genuinely at peace

for birthdays and anniversaries, you find vinyls to add

after you find out, he calls it “our collection.”

he’s glad he can share his passions with you.

[dewydovahkiin]

OK THIS HAS PROBABLY ALREADY BEEN ASKED BUT LIKE COME ON…

THE SPET GHOSTS/DEMONS BUT THEY’VE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH THE NEW OWNER OF THE HOUSE/THEY’RE PREVIOUS LOVERS BEFORE THEY DIED

I feel like Glaz would fuck them in their dreams until they died of low body fluid-

it hasn’t been req yet so you’re a genius and I’m giving you a juicy oral kiss for this big brain idea. Also NFIDJ “new homeowner dies in their house mysteriously. Cause of death: cumming too much. More at 11”

Tachanka:

Alexsandr’s house had long been empty since the last family moved out. He was bored, and when you moved in he immediately started causing chaos as soon as he heard the door open. Floating casually downstairs to see his new victims, he stopped and swore if he had a heartbeat it would be racing. You were so fucking hot.

That doesn’t mean he’s still not going to torment you. Especially in a way that would definitely grab your attention. Your first night in the house he opened your underwear drawer while you were almost asleep and flung out all of its contents, then slammed it shut. You were scared shitlessfor a while. Then he appeared behind you in the mirror while you were brushing your teeth.

Truthfully you should’ve questioned your morals and taste when you immediately thought “why this ghost kinda…” but you never did. In fact, you bought an ouija board the next day and set up a mirror in your room to try and see him more often.

The fact you went out of your way to try and make contact warms Alexsandr’s non-existent heart. He can’t help but fall for you even though it’s going to be a (hopefully) long time before you can actually be with him.

Kapkan:

Making his usual rounds of stalking the perimeter of his forest, he comes across a Wild Hot Person. Maxim half-expected another annoying family setting up camp and their screaming kids to be scaring off his wildlife but Maxim is pleasantly surprised to see you’re alone and respecting of the silence.

He watches you. It’s a bit creepy and you can definitely feel you’re not alone if the dead-silence is anything to go by, but you’re still not deterred. You’re not about to let a little eerie quiet ruin your camping trip. Maxim creeps closer and closer as the days go on and eventually you catch a glimpse of him at the tree line. Making eye contact with his death-paled blue eyes you startle a little but was distracted by how oddly beautiful he was.

After the incident, you kept coming back to the woods to find the mysterious figure again. Maxim decided to show himself. He wanted to make contact for the first time, and lead you to the old cabin his ritual was tucked away in. It was a little gross and took a few tries, but eventually your hard work payed off; Maxim in all his deathly pale glory was in front of you in the flesh (sort of). One of his cold and dirty hands grabbed your warm one curiously. You kept returning after that.

Glaz:

Timur’s usual method of finding people to fuck is searching for energy of those who need to get laid. You needed to get laid, desperately, dare he say. His sinfully sexy self had waltzed into your dream and did a double-take. Unholy shit you were hot.

He became a regular intruder and a very welcome guest in your nightly activities. And then he started hanging around your house. You found the demon was great company when he wasn’t fucking you cross-eyed, though that was a bonus too.

He may be a sex demon, but he’s still a romantic. Timur showed up as usual one night perched on your dresser, legs crossed and tail flicking lazily. He handed you a paper and simply told you he wanted to see more of you outside of the dream realm before disappearing into a dramatic plume of smoke. When you woke up the next morning the ritual paper was still there.

Fuze:

You become his number one daydream material. He knows it’s unrealistic from the start to like a human when he’s a fucking ghost but it doesn’t mean he can’t have a little fun with his imagination.

As he’s done with previous homeowners, he plays with your fire. Candle wax will melt onto tabletops in the shape of a heart and if you’re lucky he’ll let you grab a glimpse of him. But it won’t go any further than that; he only hopes that once your time comes that you’ll meet again.

[fandom-imagines-stuff]

Spetsnaz and SAS ops on a scale of immediately to never if their friend (the reader) shot them a text saying “Please come pick me up! Location yadayadayada”. How fast would they drive, what are they thinking, etc. (like- Rate them)

Imagine

Extra: You got into a fight (with strangers) over something very dumb. 

Spetsnaz:

Tachanka wouldn’t even text back to ask if there was an emergency. He is the type of person to sprint to his car and drive to the location you sent him. 

He is definitely the most caring one out of the other ops.

“Please be safe.” His eyebrows would be furrowed the entire ride.

Gets speeding tickets, but won’t care. As long as you haven’t put yourself in a sticky situation, he is willing to pay multiple of ‘em.

“Y/N is going to be the end of me.”

Hearing the tires screeching multiple blocks away, you knew it was Alexs. 

Got yourself in trouble over something stupid? Better get ready for the silent treatment he’s going to give.

“Alexs, say something!” 

Don’t even try to get this stubborn man talking when he is annoyed. Tachanka would eventually give you an earful, but not until you two reached the parking lot.

10/10 would recommend to text him first. He has always his phone near him and is the quickest to arrive to the location. No matter how often you text him to pick you up, or what the reasoning behind it is. He drives fast and furious to wherever you want him.

Fuze would let out a deep sigh. 

Would read your message, but ignore it for a couple of minutes.

Shuhrat would wait until you called him. If it’s an emergency, you would call him instead of send a text.. right?

His mind would start to imagine the worst as he’s still waiting for another text message or a call.

“блядь” (shit)

Would take big steps to where his car is parked.

He would grip the steering wheel a bit too tight and hit the curb as his mind wanders to your safety.

“You better have a good reason to ignore my calls.”

Breaks just in time for the pedestrians to cross the street. Is too much in his head and can’t even remember how he drove to your location. Probably ignored a traffic sign or two.

“It’s not too big of a deal.” Is what you would say wiping the small cut on your cheek. Shuhrat wouldn’t be too upset like Tachanka, but he would still get angry for not informing him enough.

“Why do you even have a phone if you are not gonna use it properly!” Would raise his voice a bit, but cool down pretty quickly.

“Don’t ever text me something vague like that again.”

Be more specific with him, otherwise frustration will be the end of him

7/10 would recommend, but not if there is an emergency emergency. Will ignore your message for a while, until his nerves and imagination gets the best of him.

Glaz is trained to be calm at any given situation.

Timur is not going to freak himself out like the other ops. 

Would call you once to ask what’s going on. If he gets no answer in half an hour, that’s when he will pick you up.

Is still worried, but can handle his emotions very well. 

Intensely focused on the road and his surroundings. 

Glaz possesses a unique and creative approach to problem solving. He would observe your movement and behavior, before getting out of the car. 

“Got yourself into trouble again I see. You remind me of myself. Only difference is that I can get myself out of trouble I caused. Unlike you.” Glaz subconsciously rubs the scar on his right eye as he lets out a quick laugh.

Won’t judge you and make sure you feel safe and happy again by joking about the situation.

9/10 would recommend, especially if you need someone to lift up your bad mood. Is not the quickest to arrive, but it is worth the wait.

Kapkan is the type to try and figure out what happened to you.

“Why would Y/N text me something like that? Hmm… I remember them saying this morning-“ etc.

Strategist, even outside of his work.

Doesn’t really worry all too much, but there is a voice in his head telling him to hurry up.

Takes his trusty ol’ knife with him. Just in case.

Talks to himself while driving and follows the traffic rules. “I wonder why Y/N said it that way…” 

For Basuda, life is harsh. But level headedness is what matters to him the most.

After seeing you with a bloody lip, he would lose his cool and calm posture for a second.

“What happened and give me the details.” Maxim will listen to every word you have to say. Won’t interrupt even once. 

The silence afterwards is what would freak you out. There’s no way guessing what he’s thinking.

6/10 would recommend, but the tension would probably get to you. He gives an unsettling vibe because of his calm aura. He’s too much in his head thinking about why and how. However, he will help cleaning up your small wound.

SAS:

Sledge is at your location in no time.

Big guy is probably the fastest one to come get you.

“Y/N won’t text me in this tone. Must be something wrong.”

He is trying not to get hotheaded, but will curse and push a couple of people out of the way.

“What’s wrong?” Will grab and examine your face. “Who hurt you?”

Makes you feel instantly save and puts an arm around your shoulder.

Walks you to the car and keeps on asking questions.

He understands why you would fight over something dumb, because he does the same thing.

Makes you promise to not do something that’s going to put you in danger again.

Will hug you tight.

10/10 would recommend, is a very caring and easy going friend. Will understand your irrational decision making, but will make you promise a thousand times to not get in trouble again.

Mute will ignore the beeping sound coming from his phone.

Chandar is very reserved and can be cold towards people. Including you.

He experiences a lot of social agitation and therefore not check the message for as long as he can. (1 hour max.)

“Can’t they just be more specific?” Gets annoyed but still manages to drag himself to his car.

Drives very relaxed and even enjoys the view on his way.

“Why would they text me?” He asks himself.

Does get a little worried after seeing a bit of blood on your shirt, but won’t push you into the topic.

Says nothing during or after the ride back.

3/10 would actually not recommend. You need to be his best friend since childhood for him to take you seriously. He just gets uncomfortable with expressing himself or ask personal questions. Chandar will judge you silently.

Smoke will run out of the house without grabbing a jacket.

James is a thrill seeker and he enjoys chaos. But not when it comes to his friends. Then he is more cautious and serious.

He drives like he is going to miss an important appointment. Like he has no care in the world.. or traffic. But will still turn on the radio for some music to calm his nerves.

Your phone will read ’50 missed calls from James.”

Won’t like seeing you hurt and you will need a little bit of force to keep him out of trouble.

“It’s fine, James. Let’s just go please. Don’t start a fight.” You will have to drag him out of the place.

Will demand to hear the entire story and eventually pat your back and say “it takes courage to stand up for yourself. Just be more careful the next time.”

8/10 would recommend, because he is a little reckless himself and will stand up for you no matter what. Very supportive and fast. Only thing is that you will have to drag him out before he gets himself in trouble.

Thatcher is a force no one can stop.

He is driving aggressively because he thinks of the worst case scenario.

If there is no real emergency, please don’t text him like that. Thatcher has a hell of a temper and get’s triggered very easily.

Will walk fast towards you and ask you where they hurt you.

Motions you to sit and wait in the car.

“I’ll be right back.”

There is no way you can stop him from ‘paying them back’.

After waiting for a couple of minutes, you can see his shirt wrinkled and sweat forming on his forehead. Hands still shaking.

“Mike, what are you-“ “I don’t want to hear anything right now.”

Is quiet and radiates anger. Anything that reminds him of his loved ones getting hurt, makes him see red. Even if it is over something stupid.

0/10 would not recommend, because of the anger and also making you feel bad about the situation. Better choose someone else to text if you don’t want Thatcher to get hurt. Emotionally and physically. 

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[angelaiswriting]

The Contest (3 of 7) | some R6S guys x fem!reader

✏️ Pairing: Glaz x fem!reader

✏️ Summary: Dominic Brunsmeier can’t keep his goddamn mouth shut when it comes to eating pussy, and that’s how Y/N finds herself being drafted to be the judge of this pussy-eating contest. It’s Timur’s turn. (Straight out of a dream @kind-wolf​ had)

✏️ A/N: this man is so sweet :’) I hope I did him justice lmk 

✏️ Warnings: 18+ only (oral f/r, fingering)

✏️ Word-count: 2,585

✏️ The links to the other parts are in the masterlist linked in my bio.

<< part two: elias <<  |  PART THREE: TIMUR  |  >> part four: alexsandr >>

When she woke up the next morning, Y/N barely had the time to think back about the afternoon before, that she got pulled into a meeting with Harry right after breakfast. He had wanted to know how she was doing after one year in the organization, if she felt she needed or wanted more space for improvement; in general: update her file with new pieces of information and chat a bit before he sent her off to do some weapon testing of her own.

Weapon testing had taken up more time than she had anticipated, with some of the mechanisms malfunctioning and causing her more cussing than she was used to. She had had to spend the second half of the morning in the weapon-testing facility, fixing things here and there and modifying the blueprints before Alexsandr’s voice boomed through the speakers unexpectedly and sent the screwdriver she had in one hand flying behind her.

Y/N, LUNCH IS READY. WE’RE SUPPOSED TO BE TRAINING TOGETHER TODAY. DON’T BE LATE OR YOU’LL PAY THE CONSEQUENCES!

Alex was fun. He had been the first person she had bonded with when she had joined Rainbow and he had taken her under his wing, and she knew that that you’ll pay the consequences of his didn’t involve anything negative. Slaving off after him for a day or two, sure, but she had been through it already and it wasn’t that bad a thing — and she knew he was too smart to make a false step now that his pride as a pussy eater could be at stake.

Still, she laughed at his antics and hurried to finish her task. Inputting the data on her tablet didn’t take much but just as she was about to switch it off, Timur popped up in her mind and she cussed under her breath. He had texted her the night before, as it had become custom for the contest, and she had told him she had her afternoon free, but things had changed when Alex had had to reschedule their training and she had been so caught up in everything she had had to do that morning that she… forgot.

It made her feel bad, even if so for just a split moment, because Timur was a really sweet man that deserved better than that. But when she met him as she was hurrying towards the mess hall to have a quick lunch, he met her halfway there, he himself on his way to his duties, and told her Sanya had already notified him for her.

But then, more testing came up after lunch and that kept her busy until almost halfway through the afternoon, when Alexsandr had barged into the room and had physically dragged her to the gym for their training session.

Now, what felt like twenty years later, she found herself sore all over in Glaz’s dorm room as he painted something with his watercolors.

It was a very peaceful night and although part of her was dying to know who the next contestant would be, she was glad none of the guys had sent her a text scheduling an appointment between her legs. She was as ready for Timur as she could be, after the truly endless day she had had, but that was it: after the man was done, all she wanted to do was sleep for twelve hours straight and say to hell with any duties she had the following day.

“What are you painting?” she asked at some point, when he stood up to go take some clean water for his brushes. From her position on his bed, although she was sitting up against his pillow and the wall with her legs crossed in front of her, she couldn’t see what was on the sketchbook laying out open on his desk.

“A bird,” he hummed with a smile when he came back. “I enjoy painting them,” he continued, voice soft and soothing as she listened with a smile of her own on her face. “Their plumage helps me relax and destress.” Then, when she didn’t answer, he turned back toward her, one arm wrapped around the back of his chair, and asked her whether she wanted him to hurry up, or to just stop and switch to what she was there for.

But she really enjoyed watching him paint; she found peace in the silence of the room as she stared at how delicately he seemed to swipe the brush over the paper, and so he continued. By the time he was done, she had wrapped herself in the towel she had stolen from him when she had marched into his room declaring she needed a shower. right. fucking. now and the stress of the day seemed entire lifetimes from her, relaxed as she was on his bed.

He smiled when he saw her there like that, eyelids heavy as she seemed on the verge of dozing off. And exactly like that she felt, her limbs loose and heavy at the same time, with a soft smile slowly stretching on her lips when she noticed him staring.

“Do you want to postpone it?” he asked, standing up to put his tools away before grabbing the plastic cups with now colored water in his hands. “No problem for me. We can do it whenever you feel like it.”

She considered it for a moment, her tongue too heavy and almost asleep to be able to form sounds just yet. But then she shook her head no, told him she was more than happy to proceed, and he disappeared into the bathroom for a couple of minutes before coming back into the room.

He sat on the edge of the mattress, then, and turned back to look at her. “How do you want to do it?”

He seemed so considerate, she thought. So sweet, in a way, and for a second, she wondered whether he was okay with all that or if he had just joined the challenge because Dominic Brunsmeier knew how to be a pain in the ass, when it came to sex most of all. But then, fuck it, she thought: Timur Glazkov was just as adult a man as she was a woman and if he had preferred not to join, then he would have done just that.

“This is up to you,” she replied, sitting back up and pulling her knees into her chest. She rested her chin on them and looked at him with a smirk on her face. “It’s your time to play. Woo me! You really have free range, just follow the rules.”

He walked the fingers of one hand on the dark blue bedding covering his mattress and a sly smile stretched on his lips. “So I can do anything I want?” he wondered out loud, fingers wrapping around her left ankle to give it a light tug.

The gesture made her chuckle lowly. “Almost anything, yeah.”

“Then I want to kiss you,” he deadpanned, even though for just a split second, before giving her ankle another tug, almost as if to prompt her to come closer.

She complied with his silent demand and pulled up just enough to move to him on her knees and when she was close enough, he picked her up and pulled her onto his lap.

“I like the sound of your laughter.”

He was smiling down at her, both with his lips and with his eyes, and her fingers came up to trace the line of his stubbled jaw as she smiled back. The blue of his eyes seemed to tend towards gray tones in the lights of his bedroom and she found herself unable to look away as she wondered how the fuck someone like him could still be single.

Then, before she even had the time to answer back with a pun or something, his hands moved over her buttcheeks through her towel, pulled her flush against his chest and bent his head down to kiss her.

The kiss was soft and sweet, and she could taste the minty aftertaste of his toothpaste on his tongue as it glided over hers. His light stubble tickled the skin of her face, but she could barely focus on that feeling when he was kissing her sanity away little by little, one hand cupping the back of her head and the fingers of the other splayed on her low back, almost as if to prevent her from moving away.

He was a good kisser. She had always thought Dominic knew his way around lips and tongues, but Timur’s gentle ways had her squirming in his lap much quicker than she would ever be willing to admit. The blood seemed to thrum and boil underneath her skin and when she pulled her head back to breathe, her mind now dizzy both from the kiss itself and the lack of oxygen, his lips moved along the line of her jaw and then started suckling on the skin of her neck. And the more he proceeded, painfully slowly, the more her neck tilted to the side, granting him access.

Then, his lips latched onto that sweet spot on her neck and as he suckled a gentle hickey into it, she wasn’t able to stop that whiny moan from crawling up her throat, nor was she able to help the bucking of her hips as that heavy sensation of something building up spread through her body.

He was half-hard against her as her bare pussy dragged along the front of his pants, and the knowledge that he was probably enjoying this just as much as she was made her head spin.

“Can I take the towel off of you?” He had to repeat his question a few times before her mind registered it, and each time his lips and his murmuring moved closer to her ear and his right hand moved lower down her thigh.

“Rip it off, do whatever you want,” and she pulled him back for a kiss, his lips soft and pliant against hers as she kissed him less gently this time, her hands on either side of his face. There was no need to hide the hunger burning through her veins, nor was there a point in doing so, not when he had to end up with her legs wrapped around his head anyway.

She didn’t even have time to acknowledge the somewhat cold air of the room making her skin tingle when the towel came off, that he had moved a hand over one of her breasts to give it an almost experimental squeeze before he rolled the nipple between two fingers. Blood rushed to her cheeks when her last conscious brain cells realized she was a moaning mess before he had even put his hands between her legs.

He leaned her back a bit, then, and those last strands of consciousness faded further away the more his lips trailed down her neck and then her chest before settling on a nipple. Both of his hands had moved to her back to keep her up, and while her hands were in his hair, her pelvis had ended up closer to him than before, now pressed up against the crotch of his pants and the erection they were so bad at concealing.

“Mouth. Pussy.” Much like her thoughts, her words came out disconnected when she reluctantly remembered those same stupid rules she had come up with. Because who was she to stop a man from driving her delirious with just his mouth on her tits and his hard cock just a pair of jeans away from being pressed against her pussy?

She was barely aware of him chuckling deep in his throat, but her senses did zero in on that hand of his moving across her abdomen until his thumb was circling her clit.

“Now, please,” was all she managed to let out before he turned to lay her down on the mattress and he kneeled on the floor with her legs hiked over his shoulders.

He still teased her, though, kissed the inside of one thigh before moving to the other, avoiding her throbbing core. He growled something, then, something she didn’t quite catch through the haze that had taken over her mind, and he traced her entrance with two fingers before slightly pulling the skin of her prepuce up and giving her clit a lick.

She whined, a sound so deep in her throat — and probably in her soul as well — that she barely recognized it. Both of her hands blindly reached out for his head and when her fingers combed through his hair, she pulled closer to her and it was then that he started eating her out.

His tongue flicked her clit and although for just a minute, two of his fingers fucked her in a come-here motion before he slipped both hands under he buttcheeks, pulled her forward and started his relentless work towards her orgasm.

He was loud — well, louder than she had expected him to be, at least, and her mind was swimming in his moaning and grunting when he pushed one finger back inside her. And then two.

Her skin was burning and when he moved one hand to grab her tit, she barely realized how painfully her fingers must have been tugging at his hair.

“Y/N.” His voice sounded faint and distant and the more he called her name to make her focus on him, the more aware of the tensing in her thighs she became. “Look at me.”

She did her best to do as she was told, and although her head felt as heavy as a rock when she raised it to trail her gaze down her body, she still ended up locking eyes with him. They crinkled when he smiled, the blue of his irises darker than it had been earlier, and then she was gone. Her head fell back, hit the bedsheets, and her butt arched into the mattress almost in the attempt of pulling back from his mouth, only a drawled-out moan falling from her lips.

He kept going, albeit more gently and with less intensity, until she came down from her high and her eyes put the ceiling of his room back into focus. Her fingers were still gripping strands of his hair, but he didn’t seem to complain.

When he moved away and she looked down at him, she caught him just in time to see him suck his fingers clean before her eyes rolled into her skull at the sight.

“Not bad for someone with his mom’s milk still on his upper lip, eh?” he joked, referring back to what Dom had said the night the contest was born.

She laughed breathlessly at that while with a hand she motioned for him to move up her body. “Yeah, not bad at all,” she chuckled, cupping his face in her hands and pulling him down for another kiss.

He tasted of her — something she should have expected, really, but it still made her moan deep in her chest and buck her hips against his.

“I gotta go now, though,” she warned, his forehead pressed against hers. “Before I end up fucking you and breaking my own rules.”

“That good?” he smirked, pelvis nestling between her legs and pressing up against her.

A chuckle. “Don’t flatter yourself too much, though, Glazkov.”

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