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[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)

[kind-wolf]

Hewwo? Can please get Tachanka for the follower game, with 💖💫🌟? Also I love this idea for a game! I’ve never seen one using emojis before and this looks like a lot of fun! But also please take care of yourself and take breaks 😉 I know sometimes writers can get a little overwhelmed with follower celebrations and I don’t want you to get stressed out! Anyway take care and thank you!!!

✨ Solari Says: THANK YOU SO MUCH! I try to make things interesting every follower milestone. I'm glad to hear its received well! Don't worry, I've gotten plenty breaks from writing with my vacation and new job position lined up the way they were. I think it's about time to come back.

🛑 WARNINGS: none! 🛑

gif credit: to the OP.

MORE TACHANKA | MORE R6S | > MASTERLIST < |

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Aggravatingly uplifting. That's how Tachanka is when he's decided he likes you enough to become your friend. And honestly, he doesn't dislike anyone too often. As for how the friendship starts, he's the one who walks up and speaks to you. Let it be complimenting your skills and gadget, or just noticing that you're kind of hanging alone. He doesn't shy away at ALL.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Nah. Tachanka had his chance to settle down, had a few kids and a divorce. He's just there to feel some form of love and affection from somebody special, even though marriage might not be the thing for him. However, that does not stop him from being great at cooking and cleaning (for some things).

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Back when he was younger? Pretty quick, but at the same time he believes that that was the reason his marriage came to fail. He feels fine being in a committed relationship, but not jumping to marriage since he's had his chance at life with it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Very gentle, when it comes to more intimate scenarios. He's very easy to lean onto for support, and knows what lines that he can and can't push. He's paid attention and made a mental note of everything.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Is that even a question? YES. There is nothing stopping this man from giving a good ol' backbreaker when he's excited, which is pretty damn often.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He's NEVER jealous.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are deep and sweet, something that tells you how much he loves you--no matter how many times he says it out loud. He prefers to kiss you anywhere he can, and giving you kisses is the exact same. He just wants to show you physical affection in any way he can.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Depends on what for. Not at all when it comes to things you do, but if anyone were to lay hands or insult you or his friends, he's fierce and protective.

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?)

He remembers everything, speak with caution if you don't want to be showered in gifts.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorites are a spectrum. He remembers when you first met, all the way to where you both are now. Seeping with happiness and love for one another that he can feel. The progression warms his heart.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Tachanka is protective in the sense of wanting you to be safe and healthy. Asking you if you've ate, drank water. Small things. If someone were to cross you, he'd honestly be the first to throw the punch should things get too far. He'd rather taint his own reputation defending yours, rather than you ruin your own. He believes he doesn't need protecting, since nothing seems to bother him when it's directed at him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

The effort that he decides to put into dates is always at 100. If there isn't a date where you're spilling out your heart or not swept away by infatuation, something is wrong with either him or you. At that point, there's a bit of cause for concern.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

You always end up laid on top of him throughout the night. He enjoys the weight of you keeping him grounded.

🌟 6 THINGS ABOUT A RELATIONSHIP WITH TACHANKA INCLUDE:

He's always gonna have his arms around you. Always touching you, just to feel that you're there. He's very physically and verbally affectionate.

There's nicknames based off of Russian desserts for you. Buckle up, he's gonna keep calling you "pirozhki".

Bar trips. Pool hustling, drinking, darts, everything included. He wants to have fun.

When you two are by yourselves, that's when he's the quietest. He's the most vulnerable when you're alone, letting you into his innermost soul.

He enjoys sparring with you. If it'll help him train, he wants to do it. Don't worry, though, he won't hurt you at all. He pulls a lot of his strength.

He spoils you, in all ways of the sense. He gives you gifts, showers you with affection, makes you feel like a queen in every way that he can. He worships you.

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[imagine-that-r6s]

Oh Baby [Tachanka (Alexsandr Senaviev) x Reader]

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Pairing: Tachanka (Alexsander Senaviev) x Reader

Warnings: Minor angst at the start (death mention), mentions of vomit, swearing, Tachanka is EXCITED

Genre/Word count: Fluff/2k

“They told me I’d died. They were wrong. I was reborn”

Your eyes instinctively rolled as he retold his famous line to the newly recruited rookies, who’s eyes widened in wonder and fascination.

 “How many times must you tell this story, Alexsandr?”

His booming laughter flooded the room as he draped his heavy arm around your shoulders. His helmet was tucked under his other arm, allowing him to place a small kiss against your cheek. He said his goodbyes to his new companions as he dragged you away with him.

“You love the story, you just won’t admit it!”

“Clinically dead! Two whole minutes!”

“REBORN!”

You shook your head, looking down so he couldn’t see your small smile. You wrapped your significantly smaller hand into his as you walked together. You came to a stop at a walkway that connects two major sections of the complex. It didn’t have walls, just a small safety guard and a roof supported by metal poles.

You felt the raindrops whip around you, occasionally wetting your face and clothes while the deep rumbling of thunder in the distance indicated the worsening of the storm. The weather was putting you in a somber mood. You grasped his hand harder. His face contorted into a worried expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just thinking about that day.”

He waved it off, “A mission gone wrong, it can happen at all times.”

“That’s what worries me. The frequency of accidents and wrong calls. One day you might die and not come back.”

He sighed, pulling you close and wrapping his thick arms around you, suffocating you in a bear hug. “Do not think like that, Y/N,” he attempted to brighten the mood, “I won’t go down without a fight!”

You chuckled, feeling yourself relax. He pressed his lips against your forehead as he spoke again, “The same goes for you! You best be fighting with all you can in the field!”

You nodded, letting the sounds of rain and thunder comfort you. You both headed back into your shared room, where your stomach let out a roar of strange noises. He set down the heavy helmet onto the wooden dresser before turning back to you with a smirk.

“Did someone get sick? We were only outside for a second, how did you get sick that fast?!”

You shook your head, denying that you were sick. “Alexsandr, how could I have gotten sick? It wasn’t cold outside or anything.” You took off your shoes, heading to the bathroom to start your usual routine. You stared at yourself in the mirror. Your skin seemed to practically glow in the dim lighting.

You suddenly felt dizzy, you could tell something was wrong. As Alexsandr waited patiently outside, he heard a small thud, followed by your gagging. His eyebrows furrowed. He knocked lightly with his knuckles, “Y/N, are you okay?”

The only response he got was the contents of your stomach emptying into the toilet. He did not wait for you to let him in. He twisted the knob and pushed against the door, soaking in the image of you hunched over, eyes red and teary. 

He quickly rushed over, patting your back and asking if you were okay. You covered your mouth with the tips of your fingers, replying in a trembling voice, “Yes, dear. I guess the food messed me up, it didn’t seem good to me anyways.”

You gave him a reassuring smile, hoping he would drop the situation. But he stared back with sadness in his eyes, “Maybe we should go to the medbay.” You shook your head, repeating once again that you were fine.

He told you to lay back in bed for a minute, telling you to wait as he set something up. You stood on shaky legs, heading back to the warm and inviting mattress. Your eyes drooped the moment your head hit the pillow. 

You awoke to Alexsandr’s heavy hand shaking your shoulder. You squinted up at him, letting out a confused hum. He chuckled at the look of your messy hair and drool trickling from your mouth. 

He put his arms underneath you, one on your back and the other underneath your knees. You wrapped your arms around his neck, taking in his scent as he carried you back into the bathroom. 

He sat you on the edge of the tub, and you were able to see his work. He had gathered some odd candles and placed them around the room, he had drawn a bath, pouring in some bubblebath solution. You chuckled at the effort.

“I threw up once!” You didn’t think the situation was as dramatic as he thought. He pressed a small kiss on your forehead, He helped you undress, tossing the garments in a hamper nearby. He told you to step in the tub as he turned back into the bedroom.

You did as told, relaxing as he came back with a small chair. He grabbed your brush and started to work on your hair, at quite an odd angle. A contempt hum escaped your throat as he continued his loving touches. 

“I’ll go to the medbay tomorrow, since you’re actually worried. It’ll probably be nothing.”

“You always worry so much about me, but you never take the time to worry about yourself, Y/N.”

You didn’t respond while you let yourself sink deeper into the tub, letting the sweet aromas fill your nose. He played some Tchaikovsky, a composer you had learned to love when you started dating the Russian operator. 

Once the bath had run cold and you were all cleaned up, he had dressed you into one of his old shirts which was clearly several times bigger than your frame. He carried you back into bed, letting you rest your head on him. He pulled the blanket over the both of you. His lips met yours before you went into a deep slumber. 

The following day, as you had previously told your husband, you went to the medbay. You greeted Doc as you waited patiently for him to examine you. You explained how you were feeling, and how worried your boyfriend was.

As Doc continued to listen, he seemed to become a little paler. At the end of your little rant of symptomes, he nodded and stepped over to a drawer. He pulled out a slim white box. He sat down in front of you, a small clipboard in hand.

“It may seem like a simple illness, but just to be sure, I want you to take this test. I’m sorry if I have caused an embarrassment. But I just want to make sure that you’re at the top of your game.”

He passed you the small white box, the bolded words caused your face to burst into a dark blush. Pregnancy test. Your eyes avoided Gustave’s. “Well-I mean… Is it possible I will be? Like what are the chances, huh? C-Can I really actually be…”

Your face stayed cherry red as you finished up your visit. You thanked Doc for the check up, telling him you would notify him once you had the results from the test. Your head was busy as you walked back to your room. What about your job? Will Alexsandr be happy? Or mad? Were you ready to be a mother? 

Alexsandr. He was out for the next hour or so as he had a meeting for the next mission he was assigned to. You would have the results before he came back. You pondered about which result he would want… 

The instructions on the box were simple. Pee on the end and wait twenty minutes. Okay, first step, done. Now for the hardest part. Just waiting. You sighed as you set the test down on the bathroom’s counter. You put a timer on your phone as you waited, scrolling through Instagram on your bed.

The ringing of your phone startled you. You stared at the contact name, it was Monika. Fuck. Last week you had promised her you would help test some modifications on her device. You stared nervously at the bathroom’s door. He’d be back in an hour, so you’d have time to help Monika. 

You answered the call, saying that you were on your way and apologized for the tardiness. You tossed your phone on the bedside table and began your journey to the concrete room that Elena used to test all devices. 

Alexsandr’s meeting ended early. The briefing had gone exceptional, for once everyone was in agreement of the plan. He was hopeful your meeting with Doc had gone well, that you were perfectly fine. 

As he stepped into the cold and empty room, he was saddened to see you haven’t returned. He decided to shower before you came back, but he was stuck in place as he saw what was on the counter.

Should he pick it up? No, what if you wanted to know first? But you left it unattended. Did you want him to see? Where were you now? You left your phone here, so he couldn’t call you to ask. 

His curiosity got the better of him. He picked up the test with shaky hands, letting his eyes scan over the results. He could practically feel his heart beat out of his chest. 

He dropped the test, the clattering of the test onto the cold tile floors had brought him out of his stunned state. ‘Oh shit. Oh fuck. Holy fucking shit.’

His mind raced. He had to find you now. He bolted out of the room, looking around everywhere to see if there was any trace of you. He stopped at the medbay, cafeteria, even the meeting rooms. He was growing impatient of having to stop and ask if anyone had seen you.

But eventually, someone gave him an answer. They had seen you walking with Monika, visibly shaken up. Alexsandr’s panicked state had caused him to forget your promise to Monika. He gave them a quick thank you, scurrying to catch you at the testing rooms. 

He eventually spotted you as you had tossed one of Maghan’s spare cameras up for Monika to later detect. Monika was nowhere in sight, he assumed she left to go talk to Elena about her electronics detector. 

Without warning, he sprinted towards you, but his heavy footsteps alerted you. You turned in time for you to balance yourself into the tight hug he embraced you in. You let out a laugh as you hugged back, “Well you’re out early-”

You tightened up. If he was out early, he came to the room earlier. He had found the test. You released him, pushing back his shoulders to look him in the eyes.

“What are the results?”

He gave you a smile as his eyes let out some tears, “Two lines.”

Your own eyes started to leak. You bit down harshly on your lip, “You’re not mad?”

“Why would I ever be mad? WE’RE HAVING A BABY! Oh my god, I have to call off my mission, I have to stay with you!”

You laughed as you embraced him once again, your previous negative thoughts were washed away. They were replaced by new, exciting thoughts about the future. 

You dismissed yourself from the testing with Monika after a few more runs. Alexsandr had waited patiently for you in a nearby chair. Once you were allowed to go, he simply could not let you go. He was over-the-top excited. 

As you began walking back together, he couldn’t help but to place his hand over your stomach. “I want a girl.”

You looked at him with a playfulness in your eyes, “I want a boy.”

You stopped at the medbay once again, this time while holding your husband’s hand. Doc could easily assume the results, “I’ll start on some paperwork and help you the best I can. These times can be rough, but I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

After picking up some basic tips and plans from the hard worker, you and the Russian operator left. The day was beginning to end. It was 9:59, according to the digital clock that hung in your room. You both changed into more comfortable clothing. 

You picked up the test that was forgotten on the bathroom floor. You snapped a quick picture of it, sending it to the Team Rainbow groupchat. The replies came in fast, varying in responses. 

‘How’s his dick game?’

‘Congratulations, you’ll do wonderful’

‘I’m gonna spoil your kid.’

‘You should name it Max Goose.’

‘Ew why would anyone want that name?’

You chuckled at the texts before shutting down your phone, cuddling into your husband’s side.

[konigsprinzessin]

Spetsnaz as dads

okay, i really like this prompt and i've seen it be done before but i wanted to add my own personal touch to it. i hope you enjoy this! these are also written in head cannon style.

timur glazkov;

he teaches your children about art from a young age, not exactly teaching about colours but rather lighting and shading techniques.

i imagine him to be a helicopter parent (sorry).

i head cannon him having two daughters and maybe one son and they all have his bright blue eyes.

ceo of stranger danger. "don't get in a stranger's car!". goes crazy if his kids' don't answer the phone after one ring.

scolds his children for swearing.

maxim basuda ;

camping trips (he's saving the skinning part until they're a bit older)

your children's first language is russian. english comes second. even if you don't speak russian. he doesn't care.

"your dad's scary. he's a scary man."

such a softie especially when it comes to his daughters but refuses to wear pink and dress up. might play with dolls but if you take a photo of him with the dolls it will be the end of that for a very long, long, long time.

expect moments of children running around with knives. maxim will laugh and then loose his mind when one of them trips (is not harmed)

shuhrat kessikbayev ;

shuhrat is very self conscious of himself as a parent. he worries that he's not raising them right. lot's of self doubt.

your children steal his ushanka especially in the winter.

bedtime stories galore, especially the ones from his childhood.

teaches them that rootbeer is real beer and water is vodka. it's a joke but the school your children attend worry for their safety at home.

"ice is just frozen vodka!" and such.

alexsandr senaviev ;

picks up his kids by the legs and swings them around in a circle or throws them over his shoulder and runs.

in the winter, he'll push them into the snow without winter gear on.

gives the biggest and warmest hugs.

he will spend all evening trying to teach his kids math or science, really anything just to help them better understand the content so they can do well on their exams.

nu pogodi every night before bed and will binge it for hours with your children on the weekend nights.

[r6shippingdelivery]

A small one-shot I wrote for @ojiisan01! The Spetsnaz are on vacation from Rainbow and go back to their families. Kapkan is helping his cousin with his flower shop and Tachanka keeps coming to spend time with him. 

As always, you can read it on AO3 too!

Free time, Maxim mused, was both a blessing and a curse. After being in the military for so many years, he was more than used to the unpredictable flow of work and down time that lifestyle entailed. What he wasn’t used to was having nothing to do.

When Harry informed the Spetsnaz of their impending month-long vacation, Maxim immediately booked a ticket back to Russia. It had been so long since the last time he went home for a visit, and he missed seeing his family. However, just because he was on vacation didn’t mean the rest of the family was too. His brothers had work, his niece and nephew had to go to school, and Maxim remained alone in the old apartment for most of the day. Boredom was inevitable, and after a few days Maxim was already sick of spending his days doing nothing.

He was antsy and missed his homely little cabin in the woods, or at least the freedom that living in the middle of nowhere afforded. Maxim was already thinking of how to leave a few days early without upsetting the kids too much, when the message arrived: cousin Boris broke his knee.

Apparently a bicycle accident smashed his knee badly enough to need surgery, and he was looking for someone to baby-sit his dog and take care of his business while he was in the hospital. It was all they talked about during dinner: poor cousin Boris, all alone in St. Petersburg. And then Maxim’s sister-in-law suggested that he could go help Boris, and everyone agreed it was a fantastic idea and started acting like it was already decided.

While Maxim was a little irritated they all just assumed he would do it, he knew it was a good idea. After all, hadn’t he been complaining about having nothing to do? And it would be nice to see his cousin again, they used to be really close as kids before Boris’ family moved out. But it still stung that nobody asked his opinion before giving him the task.

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St. Petersburg was exactly like any other big city Maxim had seen: noisy, full of people, and severely lacking fresh air. It was a curious sensation of never being truly alone, yet feeling strangely isolated.

Maxim enjoyed the opportunity to catch up with his cousin, even though it was awkward at first, but soon they found common ground in their love of the outdoors. It certainly explained why his cousin’s apartment was full of plants, to the point it resembled an interior garden, almost. Or his choice of business that Maxim was supposed to oversee for a few days: a flower shop.

Despite his vast experience fending off for himself in the wilderness, Maxim didn’t know the first thing about flowers. Perhaps growing plants wouldn’t have been so daunting, Maxim was used to hard physical work and getting dirty. However, arranging flowers in bouquets, or worse, giving advice on which paired best together? He was utterly lost.

Cousin Boris didn’t seem too concerned, though, assuring Maxim that most customers already knew what they wanted or chose arrangements from a catalogue. In fact, he joked that the hardest part of Maxim’s new duties would be keeping Zoya, his little dog, out of the couch and bed. Still, he took time to show Maxim around the flower shop and how things worked, the basics, so he wouldn’t be completely clueless. And the next day he bid them goodbye, both to Maxim and Zoya, before heading to the hospital and leaving Maxim in charge of the shop.

It was strange, as if he was playing a role in an elaborate play, wholly unlike Maxim’s life. But it was bearable. For the most part, clients were sparse, allowing him time to get familiar with the new environment. And yet through the whole first day he was nervous, needing to remind himself why he was here: because his brother’s wife thought it was a grand idea. And because family helped each other, and Maxim literally had all the time in the world for the next few weeks.

That night, lying on an unfamiliar bed, he realised how accurate Boris was when he said keeping the dog out of the bed would be the hardest job. She was relentless, jumping on his legs despite Maxim’s scoldings, yipping piteously at him. He was almost asleep when he felt the mattress dip again and a small weight settled next to his feet. Sighing, Maxim decided he was tired of kicking her out uselessly, and what Boris didn’t see would hurt no one.

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The people seeking the services of the flower shop were more varied than Maxim first imagined. Lovers wanting to impress their sweethearts, gifts for mothers, presents for bosses about to retire, funerals, brides-to-be seeking their favorite blossoms… And even his comrade, Sasha. Alexsandr fucking Senaviev.

Maxim knew that Sasha’s family -ex wife and kids, as well as his sister- lived here, and that he used every chance he had to visit his children. With the city being as big as it was, the chance of stumbling into each other like this was astronomically slim, yet here they were.

At first Maxim didn’t realise who the customer was. He heard the door and barely directed a quick glance at it, knowing that people liked to look around the shop before coming to the counter. It was only when he heard a loud “Maxim, is that you?” that he looked at the person in question. Sasha looked different in civilian clothes. Maxim had almost expected him to wear a balaclava here too, and he couldn’t help but stare in disbelief at him.

“What are you doing here?” It sounded vaguely accusing and suspicious, yet Alexsandr laughed at Maxim’s borderline rude attitude and came to lean against the counter, as if he was in the bar rather than a flower shop.

“Is this your retirement plan, a secret life outside of Rainbow?” Alexsandr was grinning at him in that way that made Maxim feel like he was important and noticed. It was an absurd notion, and he hated feeling foolish. “Maxim the flower boy, who would have thought.”

“Are you going to buy something or not?” Maxim crossed his arms, annoyed.

“I saw you have this small potted cactus, and I think my little girl will love it.”

That was… reasonable. It could even be called cute, he supposed. Maxim nodded briskly and went to fetch a handful of the cacti. In the end Sasha picked the one with the shortest and softest spikes. So his ex wouldn’t yell at him for giving something that could hurt their daughter, he said.

“This is not my shop,” Maxim confessed while Sasha paid. “I’m helping my cousin for a few days, that’s it.”

He didn’t want any stupid rumours to spread, or worse, Alexsandr calling him flower boy again.

_

Maxim thought it was a one off thing. A coincidence, an isolated curiosity. He should have known better.

Alexsandr became a regular visitor at the shop, but not a customer. No, he was there to drive Maxim up the walls with his closeness and easy banter and acting like Maxim was an integral part of his life even now. Every day, he would invite Maxim out for lunch, or if he declined, to a few drinks after the flower shop closed. He stayed by Maxim’s side for the greater part of the day, and it was both familiar and comforting as it was exasperating. That mix of emotions was normal when it came to Sasha. He was an expert on eliciting fondness and irritation in Maxim’s heart, as well as something more dangerous that he avoided thinking about.

At his temporary home, when Zoya was the only witness to his wistful thoughts, Maxim allowed himself the truth of why Sasha’s presence during the day made him feel so lonely at night. He hated how he started to anticipate Sasha’s visits to the shop, how his heart would skip a beat when his comrade smiled at him in greeting. Maxim refused to set himself up for heartbreak, it was a stupid thing to do.

Thankfully, his interactions with Sasha didn’t carry any awkwardness despite Maxim’s private moments of weakness. Still, some conversations were harder to go through than others.

“What flowers would you use to tell someone you like them?”

He regarded Sasha as if he’d grown a second head, but the man was busy inspecting the daisies and didn’t notice.

“The flowers alone are usually clue enough,” Maxim deadpanned, because really, people didn’t go around giving flowers to others regularly, did they?

“Yes, but in the movies they use this or that flower because it means ‘I love you’, or some other contrived message. Has nobody asked you about that before?”

“What movies do you watch?” Maxim chuckled, because that sounded like old-fashioned romance movies, and picturing Sasha watching those was hilarious. Alexsandr remained serious, discounting the amused glint in his eyes, so Maxim shrugged. “No fucking idea. Red roses are always popular. But I would get a bouquet of whatever is your girl’s favorite flower.”

“And if I don’t know that?” Sasha appeared pensive, and Maxim swallowed the bitterness he felt when considering who might be the person motivating these questions. Lera deserved the best, and he had no right to feel jealous.

“Then picking flowers in her favorite color might be a good idea? I don’t know! I know shit about romantic advice, maybe the roses are popular for a reason.” Maxim shrugged, uncomfortable with the direction the conversation had taken.

To his relief, Sasha nodded as he got closer to the counter. “I like red. Red is a good, strong color.”

“Of course you think that, Mr. Red Army family.” Maxim couldn’t help teasing him, because Sasha did it to him all the time and payback was only fair.

“Red is a color suited for hunters too! Or do you prefer green?” Sasha literally poked him, and Maxim swatted his hand away, fighting to hide a smile.

“I don’t care about colors.” His declaration was met with a scoff of incredulity, and Maxim suddenly felt the urge to defend his position. “Colors are all a distraction, a way to either blend in the surroundings or give yourself away. Especially when it snows. When white covers everything you can see, colors are either meaningless or your death sentence.”

Alexsandr grunted. “I think red would make a nice contrast on white, like blood on the snow.”

He didn’t disagree. It was a vivid image, one that was alluring not despite its sense of danger, but because of it.

_

A couple of days later, cousin Boris was back home, and Maxim knew his time as a florist was ending. It wasn’t the worst experience ever, but it was also something he couldn’t see himself doing regularly.

He notified Sasha of the impending end to their new routine, and how he wasn’t sure what he would do now. They still had another week of free time, and Maxim didn’t think he would go back to Kovrov, but he wasn’t sure if he’d stay in the city either, or if Boris would even welcome him for a longer stay. Maxim wanted to say Sasha looked disappointed at the news, but it was a momentary thing.

Alexsandr promised him that tomorrow, his last day as a flower boy, they’d celebrate by going drinking. Getting properly wasted as a way of celebrating was a time honored tradition between them, something they used to do after every successful mission.

There was a strange energy between them for the entire day, which Maxim blamed on Sasha, who was acting weird. The man was usually calm and at ease, but today he kept glancing at his phone, checking the time, and Maxim didn’t believe for a second he was that eager to go drinking. He even disappeared for a time while Maxim closed the shop, and Maxim started considering that maybe something happened and they should postpone their little outing.

However, before he was even done locking the front door, Sasha was back, acting all suspicious and holding something behind his back. Maxim frowned at him. “What are you doing?”

As all answer, Alexsandr smirked and revealed what he’d been hiding. A bouquet where most of the flowers were white, except for a few striking touches of red. Maxim stared at it, stunned, and not realising it was meant for him until Sasha gestured at him twice to grab it. Up close, he could identify white camellias and red chrysanthemums, along with the sweet fragrance of jasmine. The yellow ones he thought were irises, but he wasn’t sure. It was lovely, and Maxim still couldn’t believe that Sasha actually meant this gesture. Surely not in the same way Maxim wanted to interpret it.

“What’s the meaning of this?” He scowled, eyeing the bouquet with unveiled suspicion.

“I thought the flowers alone would be clue enough,” Sasha said, and he could hit him for using Maxim’s own words against him in such a way.

He wondered if there was any meaning to the flowers, if there was a subtle message he was missing. After the conversation from a few days ago, he wouldn’t put it past Sasha to do something like that just to mess with him. “If this is a joke, it’s not a funny one.”

“A joke? I don’t joke about things that matter.” Sasha seemed a bit offended, and Maxim wanted to believe him. He really did. But he still doubted. Sensing his hesitation, Sasha sighed. “I know I said we’d go drinking, but I thought we could go to my apartment, have dinner and drinks there.”

The way he said it made it sound like a dare, and Maxim couldn’t resist a challenge. “I never say no to food.”

Alexsandr’s answering grin was so radiant that it could have melted Antarctica, and Maxim suddenly realised he’d agreed to what sounded like a home date. The revelation made him nervous in an exciting way, similar to what he felt during hunts. Except he was pretty sure he was the one who had fallen into a trap this time. It was fine. Maxim loved the allure of danger, after all, and this particular danger was one he’d wanted to explore for so long.

This would be one of the worst mistakes of his life, or the best decision Maxim ever made. There was only one way to find out, and judging by Sasha’s pleased expression and the warmth in his chest as they walked side by side, Maxim was content with his decision.

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About the bouquet Sasha gives Maxim, I like to imagine he went to another florist who wasn't phased by the request, they made Sasha talk about what he wanted to say and then put a bouquet together. According to my quick research, the flowers used there mean:

White camellia: You are adorable Red chrysanthemum: I love you (Spanish) jasmine: Sensualtiy Yellow iris: Passion

So what do you think Sasha was trying to say with that? 😉

[kind-wolf]

From the corner of her eye, she could see Blitz trying to contain his laughter, barely able to hide a chuckle behind a closed fist in a mock and poorly failed attempt at coughing again.

If that ain't me! 🤣

"...being d*cked down by Alexsandr.” 

I don't have to say anything about that! 😂

She had hoped he’d join her, that he’d moan dirty German she couldn’t understand right against her skin, and then maybe throw her over his shoulder and carry her someplace quiet, show her a good time. 

Yes please! 

Can't quote any of the hotness because it's too n*fw...but...whew

... You have nothing to worry about of his seemed to linger in the hot air around them for a little longer, until someone knocked on the door ...

Nawww! 😍 And you wanna tell me there's nothing more between them? I call bullshit! 😛

Lyudmyla | Blitz x fem!OC x Tachanka

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✏️ Pairing: Blitz x fem!OC x Tachanka

✏️ Summary: in which Lyudmyla is no lady, despite what people might think, and she’s always down for some casual good times.

✏️ A/N: I… don’t know what happened haha apart from @kind-wolf​ throwing all kinds of new crushes at me 😈 the important disclaimer is: I’ve never played this game, I’ll most likely never have the chance to, either, but I was hit hard when I least expected it, so here I am. Let me know if anything is OOC: I read these people’s Wikia, but that’s it.

✏️ Warnings: 18+ ONLY (some language, mentions of weed and alcohol + sex: fingering, oral m/r and f/r, public sex (I have no shame), sex with quite the age difference, unprotected sex)

✏️ Word-count: 10,075 (sorry?)

✏️ Translations: tesoro (Italian) = darling // mudak (Russian), stronzo (Italian) = dick/asshole/jerk // ptichka (Russian) = birdie

LYUDMYLA

“Lady.” Slightly taller than her, bald, confined inside an anonymous black suit, the man was smiling at her one of those smiles that could mean nothing and anything at the same time. “That’s quite the delicate codename around here.”

Someone coughed when passing behind her and when Lyuda turned her head to the side, Elias shot her a look. Need help? or so the look in his eyes seemed to ask. She shook her head once, though, the movement short and almost tense and even though she was more than capable of handling a ‘Bureau man’, as she called them, on her own, her German colleague stopped at her side.

“If she had a penny for every time she heard that line…” he chuckled, posture composed and almost standing at attention. Despite the chuckle, there wasn’t a single trace of amusement in his stance, nor on his face, at what he had just heard.

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[ask-team-rainbow]

R6 2020 New Year Motivational Messages (Defender’s Edition)

//Sorry this is a little late! Tumblr hated me for a little bit during New Years, but I still managed to get this all done!! Here’s the other half of the operator motivational messages for 2020~ I hope that all of you achieve your goals during the new year! I love you all so much, and I want to thank each and every one of you for supporting this blog and giving me a space to creatively write and enjoy the fandom in a new but fun environment.

-Writer for AskTeamRainbow

“If there’s a will, there’s a way. You’ll find yours.” -James Porter

“Find something you’re good at, something you like. Stick with it, and who knows? Maybe you can make a career out of it.” -Mark Chandar

“The easiest mistake anyone can make is underestimating themselves. Don’t ever doubt your own abilities.” -Miles Campbell

“Don’t stress about not knowing what you want to do. Sometimes the best thing you can do is step back, take a break, and come back to a situation with fresh eyes.” -Jack Estrada

“Don’t ever forget who you are, or change yourself for the sake of someone else. Nothing is more important than staying true to yourself.” -Dominic Brunsmeier

“Don’t forget to take care of yourself before you take care of others. You can’t help anyone if you aren’t at your best.” -Marius Streicher

“Be the keeper of peace. Don’t resort to violence, and show others a better path. Let us build bridges, not burn them to the ground.” -Gustave Kateb

“Trust in yourself. Trust that you can do whatever you set your mind to. Trust that no matter what happens, you’ll always get back up and stand tall. Trust that in the end, you’ll thrive.” -Julien Nizan

“Don’t just watch. Listen, touch, feel, use all of resources to understand what is before you. Then, use that to conquer any challenge.” -Maxim Basuda

“Mastery of anything comes from lots of experience. The more you practice, the more you evolve.” -Alexsandr Senaviev

“Patience yields focus. Never rush in any endeavor, or else you may miss an important key to your success.” -Tina Lin Tsang

“Keep your eyes on the prize. You’’ll get to your goal as long as you keep pushing forward.” -Meghan J. Castellano

“Stand proud and don’t take anyone’s bullshit.” -Taina Pereira

“Be proactive, always search for new ways to solve problems. Keeps the mind sharp and makes you intriguing to those around you.” -Masaru Enatsu

“Look in the mirror and smile bright! You’ll see the true meaning of beautiful.” -Elena Alvarez

“Do not let anyone’s words hurt you. Show them that they will never get the best of you and beat them at their own game.” -Liu Tze Long

“Open your mind to new possibilities. Let your imagination flow.” -Elżbieta Bosak

“Others may not see you, but that does not make you invisible. You just haven’t found the perfect person who can see you for you. Don’t try to force relationships, whatever they may be. It may end up changing you for the worst.” -Chul Kyung Hwa

“Don’t stress yourself out and feel like you have to be in three places at once. That’s how you get yourself hurt.” -Aria de Luca

“You are a shining star, the brightest out of any of the ones in the sky. You are brilliant, unique, and beautiful in your own ways. Don’t ever let anyone take that spark of life from you.” -Adriano Martello

“If you want to fight for something you believe in, the first step is to be confident in yourself. If you aren’t confident in what you’re fighting for, how can others follow?” -Morowa Evans

“Be the strongest by knowing when to stand your ground and when to back down. Every single one of you has the potential to lead others down a more peaceful path. Let us change the world together.” -Jalal El Fassi

“If you’re always cooped up indoors, try taking a trip outside! Go around your neighborhood, take a little drive, go explore! Life’s too short to be inside 24/7. Always outside and adventuring alone? Find a friend to join you! Take them out and show them the fun in the world.” -Max Goose

“You’ve all got spirit. You may not see it, but believe me when I say it’s there. Your spirits are incredible. Share your spark with others, and you might be surprised to see who else may share that same spark you have.” -Collinn McKinley

“With each new year comes new possibilities for change. Should something be changed? Will it? Let’s all make changes together, and better the world one step at a time.” -César Ruiz Hernández

“Don’t be afraid to take the plunge into something new. You may very well like it more than you thought.” -Ngũgĩ Muchoki Furaha

[solari-writes-things]

Welcome Surprises

🛑 WARNINGS: Very brief descriptions of NSFW, slight nudity, language 🛑

✨ requested by: @kind-wolf

✨ pairing: Tachanka x Reader

✨ summary: Reader has a hard time remembering the fun night before, and is in for a bit of a surprise.

✨ Solari Says: I absolutely adore this prompt, mostly because I wouldn't mind being a part of it so enjoy!

Prompt(s) -

#5: "You finally woke up. Good dream?"

#50: "Why are you naked?"

gif credit: to the OP.

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You slept better than usual, which was something you were thankful for.

Usually most of your night consisted of tossing and turning, the memories of mistakes and do-overs circling around in your head tauntingly.

Maybe it was because Alexsandr had come by to visit you. They hadn't happened often, but he managed to squeeze in some time to ensure that you were okay. He enjoyed taking care of you, putting work into a relationship that he felt worked out.

Maybe it was because you didn't run and hide at the mention of a divorce and kids. You were actually quite accepting of it, and listened to all of his stories that he took the time to tell you.

About his sister, the children. Hell, even his previous marriage should the conversation call for it (but usually, it didn't).

You slumber was also assisted by the drinks you had last night. You and Alex decided to stay indoors this time around, drinking whatever liquor that you had stashed inside of your cabinets. Frankly, you've been with him long enough to trust him with your life. Should anything happen, you knew that no harm would befall you.

You hum a bit as your brain begins to wake you up. The first thing that you notice is that your arm is slung around something warm and comforting, and you smile.

Alex. It had to be, he stayed with you through the night from what you could (very faintly) recall.

When your arm moves against him, you could feel him shift his neck so that he was looking at you. You felt the rumble of a chuckle in his chest, and you felt one of his large hands caress against the skin of your shoulder. "You finally woke up. Good dream?"

Your eyes begin to flutter open, greeted by the black ink of his tattoos strewn about his chest. Your fingertips drowsily trace the shaded skin, your leg shifting so that you would spoon the side of him and comfortably cuddle into his side.

However, when your own skin brushed comfortably against his, something seemed to have gone off in your head.

"Why are you naked?" you ask him at first, but quickly follow up. "Why am I naked?"

His hand clasped your upper arm gently so his own arm was holding you close. "Do you remember? You were feeling quite a bit frisky after we decided to drink."

It began to recollect once he reminded you. He hadn't been picky about the drinking, he practically inhaled everything you had hidden away. But he did try to remind you to not overdo it, so you didn't wake up with a regret. You had reminded him that there was nothing that you both could do that you could regret, and even in your sober state you could agree with that line of thinking.

Somehow, someway, liquid confidence had ended up with you bent over ever plausible surface in the house.

And suddenly, with the memory of how you spent about an hour and a half across every inch of your home, your legs felt sore.

There was a bit of pink that had spread across your face at that notion, wanting to slink underneath the blankets that hid your bodies. "Now that you mention it... I do."

He studied your expression, his eyebrows knitting together just a bit. "I didn't go too far, did I?"

"No! No," you say to him immediately, leaning up so that you pressed a kiss against his jaw. You laid your head down against his shoulder, eyes losing focus against the tattoo that stretched on his neck. "I don't think you ever could. I'd rather it be you that I drunk fuck."

The laugh that left your lips at that notion made him smile, a sight that you enjoyed quite a bit. Alexsandr was a jovial man, that much you knew, but seeing a smile so genuine made your heart skip a beat.

"I take you enjoyed yourself, then?" he asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"My body definitely did. I haven't moved and I can already feel the soreness," you admitted.

He laughed. One of his signature, loud laughs that you have grown to adore so much. "Ah, good. When you feel better, don't be surprised if you end up a decoration on your table again."

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[kind-wolf]

Ayeee! 

Welcome Surprises

🛑 WARNINGS: Very brief descriptions of NSFW, slight nudity, language 🛑

✨ requested by: @kind-wolf

✨ pairing: Tachanka x Reader

✨ summary: Reader has a hard time remembering the fun night before, and is in for a bit of a surprise.

✨ Solari Says: I absolutely adore this prompt, mostly because I wouldn't mind being a part of it so enjoy!

Prompt(s) -

#5: "You finally woke up. Good dream?"

#50: "Why are you naked?"

gif credit: to the OP.

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You slept better than usual, which was something you were thankful for.

Usually most of your night consisted of tossing and turning, the memories of mistakes and do-overs circling around in your head tauntingly.

Maybe it was because Alexsandr had come by to visit you. They hadn't happened often, but he managed to squeeze in some time to ensure that you were okay. He enjoyed taking care of you, putting work into a relationship that he felt worked out.

Maybe it was because you didn't run and hide at the mention of a divorce and kids. You were actually quite accepting of it, and listened to all of his stories that he took the time to tell you.

About his sister, the children. Hell, even his previous marriage should the conversation call for it (but usually, it didn't).

You slumber was also assisted by the drinks you had last night. You and Alex decided to stay indoors this time around, drinking whatever liquor that you had stashed inside of your cabinets. Frankly, you've been with him long enough to trust him with your life. Should anything happen, you knew that no harm would befall you.

You hum a bit as your brain begins to wake you up. The first thing that you notice is that your arm is slung around something warm and comforting, and you smile.

Alex. It had to be, he stayed with you through the night from what you could (very faintly) recall.

When your arm moves against him, you could feel him shift his neck so that he was looking at you. You felt the rumble of a chuckle in his chest, and you felt one of his large hands caress against the skin of your shoulder. "You finally woke up. Good dream?"

Your eyes begin to flutter open, greeted by the black ink of his tattoos strewn about his chest. Your fingertips drowsily trace the shaded skin, your leg shifting so that you would spoon the side of him and comfortably cuddle into his side.

However, when your own skin brushed comfortably against his, something seemed to have gone off in your head.

"Why are you naked?" you ask him at first, but quickly follow up. "Why am I naked?"

His hand clasped your upper arm gently so his own arm was holding you close. "Do you remember? You were feeling quite a bit frisky after we decided to drink."

It began to recollect once he reminded you. He hadn't been picky about the drinking, he practically inhaled everything you had hidden away. But he did try to remind you to not overdo it, so you didn't wake up with a regret. You had reminded him that there was nothing that you both could do that you could regret, and even in your sober state you could agree with that line of thinking.

Somehow, someway, liquid confidence had ended up with you bent over ever plausible surface in the house.

And suddenly, with the memory of how you spent about an hour and a half across every inch of your home, your legs felt sore.

There was a bit of pink that had spread across your face at that notion, wanting to slink underneath the blankets that hid your bodies. "Now that you mention it... I do."

He studied your expression, his eyebrows knitting together just a bit. "I didn't go too far, did I?"

"No! No," you say to him immediately, leaning up so that you pressed a kiss against his jaw. You laid your head down against his shoulder, eyes losing focus against the tattoo that stretched on his neck. "I don't think you ever could. I'd rather it be you that I drunk fuck."

The laugh that left your lips at that notion made him smile, a sight that you enjoyed quite a bit. Alexsandr was a jovial man, that much you knew, but seeing a smile so genuine made your heart skip a beat.

"I take you enjoyed yourself, then?" he asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"My body definitely did. I haven't moved and I can already feel the soreness," you admitted.

He laughed. One of his signature, loud laughs that you have grown to adore so much. "Ah, good. When you feel better, don't be surprised if you end up a decoration on your table again."

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[kind-wolf]

I'm crying! 😂

You really painted a picture there!

Imagining him in the dress and cape is funny, but what really got me, were the socks! 😀

Halloween

requested by: @kind-wolf​

Prompt -

The Spetsnaz are having a Halloween party at a bar, and Alexsandr has decided on a couple’s costume.

Alexsandr Senaviev x Reader

WARNINGS: language

translations below! Russian was just put into google translate, and I apologize if it’s incorrect. If anyone wishes to correct me, please dm me the corrections and I will edit them in.

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You couldn’t help but snort when Alexandr held up his choice in attire for the Halloween get together at a bar nearby. Of course, he wanted to coordinate with you on a couple’s costume. That aspect didn’t surprise you, and when you both couldn’t come to something conclusive, you decided to put your choices on a wheel and spin it.

What it landed on was something extremely tame, and actually quite classical in terms of Halloween costumes. Leave it to Alexandr, however, to make it take a turn that even you didn’t expect.

So here you were, perusing the shelves of a local pop-up, trying to find something in his size that would correlate with the choice that the fates had given you.

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