#glaz sfw

[vampsquerade]

Can I get some Glaz and Kapkan head cannons about the reader learning how to enjoy ice baths?

hi anon, of course i can!! so sorry for taking so long, as much as i wish things were chillin for me behind the scenes they were not. but as always thank you so much for your request!!

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Glaz and Kapkan Headcanons: Ice Baths

Warnings: injury mentions, ice baths, playful taunting and teasing, pretty much SFW c:

Kapkan

♡ Maxim always loves himself a good ice bath whenever he can get one, seeing as how he’s so used to the cold

♡ So once you come to him one day asking him if you could help him set one up after an injury that Gustave had recommended you take a few ice baths alongside your treatments, Maxim was more than happy for you to come to him for it

♡ He helps you by setting it up and recommends you wear something with longer sleeves for your upper body

♡ Maxim teaches you breathing exercises as well, teaching you how to handle the initial cold shock that comes from taking a plunge in freezing water

♡ Literally goes about it the old-fashioned way despite certain pools being created for athletes

♡ Confuses the hell out of everyone when he buys mountains of ice bags just to do this for you

♡ By the time the day comes, you’re practically dreading this whole thing, already shivering the few minutes it takes for the ice bath itself to get down to the level it needed to while also still being safe

♡ “So you’re sure it’s going to be okay for me? Just two minutes for this session and then we’re done?” You ask as you attempt to dip a finger into the water

♡ “Trust me. It won’t be as bad as you think it will be. I’ll help you in, okay?” He says calmly before then gently having you move down into the water

♡ He will then have you sit there and watch you shiver, helping you relax by taking your mind off the cold with conversation

♡ Every single time the timer rings out, he helps you stand up carefully and wraps you up in a thicker than usual towel, wanting to help your body gradually warm up

♡ “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he’ll muse, a smirk on his face as you look at him and frown

Glaz

☆ Timur never expected you to want to use an ice bath

☆ He himself wasn’t one to use them too often but he always did whenever Gustave recommended it for his own injuries

☆ Always tells you he’ll take it slow, knowing you’re not used to a chilling ice bath the way he was

☆ As a very patient man, he was quite the gentleman when it came to it, asking if you’d truly be okay to let him touch you and guide you in

☆ Timur would do the same as Maxim, gently holding onto you and guiding you down

☆ He’d even join you from time to time, telling you how good you were doing

☆ “Control your breaths, make sure they’re slow so you don’t send your body into shock.” he’ll warn

☆ After you step out, he always helps you warm back up by wrapping you in a large towel

☆ As much as physical touch wouldn’t be something he would engage with when it came to warming someone else up, he was more than happy to wrap himself around you

☆ Timur would notice how you would constantly look at him each time that the little ice bath sessions ended, raising a brow

☆ “A warm embrace must really be what you need right now, eh, кролик?” he’ll question, watching the way you’d just nod nervously

☆ He would simply chuckle at you as he wraps his arms around you, rubbing your arms up and down to help you slowly warm back up

[itsohh]

hiii <3 can i pls request hcs for spetsnaz guys (or just maxim, whichever option you're more comfortable with)? i wonder how they would react to their s/o being a virgin and also very ashamed of it? sfw and nsfw are both ok 💞

not exactly what the ask was for (I don't write for any negative mindsets) but thought I'd use this opportunity to finish off the Spetsnaz with a virgin s/o

Spetsnaz Taking Virginity NSFT Headcanons

Glaz

When you first tell him, he's a little stunned

Secretly he likes the thought of being your first

In a somewhat possessive but also romantic way

On one hand, your his to ruin. To claim. 

On the other hand, your his to cherish and love and treat like an angel.

A switch flicks inside of him and he just activates.

He’s normally a super horny guy but for this, his romantic side completely takes over.

He plans out the entire situation, low lighting, the soft background sound of music

But he also knows not to overdo it, the last thing he wants is for you to have pressure or get spooked

Is very big into asking you what you would like to do if you have any desires.

It's something that comes out while the pair of you are together. 

Everyone's body is different and he will be constantly asking if you when he does something and will stop the second he sees any discomfort

Sets you in the centre of the bed and tests out where you first like to be touched

Runs those hands of his over your body, your thighs, your arms, your side

Just looking for those small reactions and soft moans that escaped your lips

Eventually preps you with a strawberry-flavoured lube, one that makes the air smell nice around you

Fucks you with his fingers first, scissoring you apart until you eventually cum around him

Timur doesn't want your legs to hurt from being apart for too long so you end up with them pushed together lying on your side when he finally enters you for the first kind

His hands continue to roam as you adjust to him. 

He's patient. So incredibly patient and he plans to set the bar as high as he possibly can. 

Fuze

Kapkan

Tachanka

He's surprised at first about the situation.

It’s been a very long time since he was one himself and so it was something that just never really occurred to him.

It’s also been a very long time since he's actually taken someone's virginity.

Alex is very nice about the situation, very doting but careful.

He's a big man and knows it, a really big man.

So he just plays around with you for a while in actions that are honestly a lot more sweet than sexy.

He wants you to be comfortable for the first time and ends up guiding you through the situation

Partially with words but also his hands

To put you on equal grounds he starts by stripping the pair of you down but keeps sheets around for if you get shy.

He’s not going to push you out of your comfort zone, even if he does love to look at your body.

Ends up taking your hand and teaching you how to make him feel but also how to make yourself feel good. 

Alexsandr is a big believer that half of sex is making your partner feel good and he wishes for you to experience the joy of 

Has you seated between his legs with his head on your shoulder where he masturbates you.

If you weren't naked someone could almost mistake the scene for pottery

Encourages you to become inquisitive, to touch where you wish to. Try out what you want to.

Has you put his cock inside of you, lets you control the pace. 

Kisses you nonstop, just peppers your face with them

He wants to make you laugh, he wants you to be enjoying yourself, he's going to make you feel good.

[chadillacboseman]

You and (character) are play fighting.youre sat ontop of them and you try to grab your phone out of they're hand when you accidentally grind on them and they let out a groan

GREAT PROMPT FRIEND---

I used Glaz because I know u love him :B

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"Timur, give it back!" you made a grab for your phone and Timur reeled backward, toppling to the carpet, never releasing your phone from his grasp.

"No! It's going to be funny-" he pulled up Maxim's contact and began to type when you made a move to tackle him.

The phone flew from his grip and skidded to a stop under the book shelf across the room. You tried to rise to your feet, but Timur dragged you back down. The two of you grappled and he landed on his back with you straddled atop his waist.

"Let me GO!" you pushed back and the motion made your pelvis grind down against him.

"Ебать-" Timur groaned and you froze in place, your eyes wide; you glanced down and his face slowly turned a bright shade of crimson.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" the operator squirmed in an attempt to wriggle out from under you.

"No, it wasn't," you planted your hands on his broad chest and pushed down against him once more, suddenly becoming acutely aware of the growing bulge beneath you.

"Please-" Timur gasped and moved his hands to your hips, digging his fingers roughly into the flesh to still your movements, "Don't."

You leaned down and put your mouth to his ear, "Why?"

"Because I'd hate to have to teach you a lesson."

[miriena]

Furry Spetsnaz masterpost for your convenience 🐾💕

[r6shippingdelivery]

Ok but imagine kapkan amd glaz trying to have quiet sex in the spetzsnas shared dorm, while fuze and chanka are sleeping ;)))

Oh trust me, I imagined several scenarios with that premise 👀 I could have turned it into a threesome, but I settled on this (arguably more plausible one) for now. Under a cut cause it’s almost 1k and smut, so… 😄

Glaz couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t just a matter of him not being tired, something was keeping him awake. In the midst of his teammate’s snores, he could hear the measured rustling of the sheets, giving away Kapkan’s every movement; and if he paid enough attention, he could hear the hunter’s uneven breathing and deep exhales. 

In the half shadows of the Spetsnaz shared dorm, Glaz’s sharp eyes could even pick up the small movements going on beneath the blankets. Kapkan was jerking off, he was sure. It was so easy to imagine Kapkan touching himself, fingers sliding over his own hard dick as he fucked his fist. He was going slow, his movements barely perceptible unless one was paying attention, like Glaz. It made sense, nobody would want to wake up their teammates while masturbating, but it had to be torture to go this slow and careful, he knew the hunter liked it best hard and fast. 

The quiet and restrained growl sent Glaz’s imagination for a wild spin, as he remembered in which situations he usually heard Kapkan make that sound. The memories of heated skin sliding together, tumbling on top of each other as their passion consumed them… It was no surprise that Glaz grew hard, his cock filling up quickly while he strained to hear the sweet noises Kapkan made. The temptation to jerk off while Kapkan did too a couple of beds away was strong, but Glaz also had other ideas, ones that seemed even more pleasurable.

He got out of bed as stealthily as he could, wanting to surprise Kapkan. However, the hunter stilled immediately when Glaz stepped out of his bed. The sniper padded quickly towards his lover’s bed, and while it was hard to tell in the near darkness of the room, he could have sworn Kapkan looked mildly annoyed. He still rolled to the side to leave some space for Glaz, who wasted no time getting beneath the blanket.

“What are you doing?” Kapkan hissed at him, and Glaz just kissed the side of his face.

In the reduced space of the single bed, they had to be lying on their sides, spooning. It was impossible for Kapkan to not notice Glaz’s hard dick pressing against his ass. He even pressed back against it, making Glaz suck in a breath. God, that felt good. The hand that he had settled over Kapkan’s waist dragged his pants away, then caressed a path from the hip bone down to the groin, until his hand wrapped around Kapkan’s hot length.

Glaz soon found a good pace for both stroking his partner’s cock, fingers tight around him and thumb playing with the head, spreading around the droplets of precum. He had to stop for a moment to take out his own erection, giving it a few tugs to relieve the tension before taking Kapkan’s cock in his hand again. At the same time, Glaz grinded against Kapkan’s naked ass, precum and sweat easing the slide when his shaft slid between those plump buttcheeks.

When the tip of his cock pushed against his lover’s tight entrance, the ensuing moan from the hunter took Glaz’s breath away. It was clear Kapkan wanted it, he was pushing back as if he wanted to take his cock in right now, preparation be damned.

And it was a tempting idea, Glaz knew how amazing it would be to thrust into Kapkan, feel his walls clenching around the sniper’s cock as he fucked him slowly, to not make much noise. They rarely got to indulge in slow sex, Kapkan always urging Glaz to take him fast and hard. However, Glaz knew there’s no way they could have penetrative sex without waking their teammates. A shame, really, but they still could have some fun like this. He kissed Kapkan’s neck and then bit on the tender skin, leaving a mark the hunter would have to hide tomorrow.

“You are so thirsty for it, aren’t you?” Glaz whispered against his ear, stroking him faster. Kapkan made a low “mmm” sound that went straight to the sniper’s dick, making him push their bodies even closer and grind harder against his lover’s backside.

Their panting and uneven breathing was smothered by Tachanka’s loud snoring, masking their occasionally louder sighs as they race towards completion. Kapkan turned his head, hiding his face on the pillow to muffle his groan. Glaz felt his lover’s cock throb in his hold, sticky warmth spilling over his fist and landing on the sheets. Fuck, he was close too. However, it wasn’t until Kapkan brought Glaz’s hand up to lick his finger clean that he didn’t reach his own peak, painting the hunter’s ass and thighs with white strands.

Checking that their teammates still seemed to be asleep and snoring away peacefully, they both went to the bathroom to clean up properly. Acting as a gentleman, Glaz helped Kapkan wipe the cum off of him, and for his trouble the hunter left as soon as he was done, leaving Glaz on his own. When the sniper came back to the room, he immediately saw the reason of Kapkan’s haste: the hunter was on Glaz’s bed.

“Do you want cuddles?” Glaz asked in a whisper, nudging him aside to let him get on his own bed.

Kapkan grunted and rolled over only after Glaz nearly shoved him off the bed. “I’m not sleeping on the wet spot, and your bed was free.”

Biting his lip to avoid laughing, Glaz didn’t comment on Kapkan’s poor excuse for coming to his bed. Instead, he pulled the hunter close, ignoring his half-assed complaints. Falling asleep hugging each other was a necessity in such a small bed, and yet neither of them really minded. At least not until morning, when they woke up to their teammate’s whistling and playful jokes.

[stimpistolboost]

Details - a GlazKan Fanfic

Tags: Timur "Glaz" Glazkov/Maxim "Kapkan" Basuda , Fluff , SFW , GlazKan , +1000 words

Word Count: 1,182

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     Timur sat in silence, painting the picture. It contained a scene of darkness, lit with orange and scarlet strokes, simulating fire. He focused on the canvas before him, taking all of his emotions out on the artwork before him. Today's emotion of focus was anger. He just felt frustrated at the world today, and wanted to vent out his feelings through the bristles of his paintbrush. It annoyed him even further that he would constantly rub his eye since he was bothered so much, it only fueled his anger further. He was trying his best to be alone, not wanting to snap at Alexsandr, Shuhrat, and Maxim. Especially not Maxim. 

     He looked at the art piece, and groaned. He had even now became upset with the only thing that make him felt better. He just cleaned all of his brushes off, and lazily tossed them back into his little drawer, and let the easel sit there, the canvas sitting on it, and he stomped out of the room. He went to reach to open his room's door, but his face met with a soft, but firm frame, as he backed up and glanced towards who was standing before him, to see the face of Maxim, stoic as ever. 

     "What's the matter?" Maxim asked him, cocking an eyebrow. Timur looked him straight in the eyes. "It...it doesn't matter, don't worry about it, Maxim." Timur reassured lazily, and went to push past his friend, to enter his abode, but Maxim grabbed his shoulder firmly. "I know something's up when you stomp out of your little art room with a pouty face." He mused, a small grin on his face, trying to humor Timur a bit, in hopes to bring up his dreary mood.

     "Oh, and how would you know that, Mr. Who-Knows-Me-So-Well?" Timur asked sassily, now glaring Maxim. Maxim leaned down to him, and looked him straight in the eyes. "Because snipers and hunters have a thing in common: we notice all the details." Maxim replied. Timur tried to think of a response that would make Maxim leave him alone, to just let him be in peace. But alas, he couldn't think of anything. Maxim grinned, knowing Timur was out of plans. He tugged the fellow Russian along, to the kitchen, and sat him down. Timur went to get up, but Maxim placed a firm hand on his shoulder, keeping Timur in place. He sighed in defeat, and stayed in the chair. Maxim grinned in triumph, and began to hum a Russian folk song as he made a sandwich for Timur. He figured that if he filled his grumpy artist tummy, that he wouldn't be so...well, grumpy.

     "What do you want on it?" Maxim questioned, looking over his shoulder to Timur, who was slumping in his chair, pouting. "Mayo and mustard, please…" he mumbled. Maxim nodded, and put the top piece of bread to the side, and squirted on some mayo, and then, deciding to be a little funny, drew a smiley face with the mustard, and put the topping bread back on, and went over to Timur, and set the plate in front of him. "Eat up, darling." Maxim humored. Timur's cheeks dusted a light shade of pink, as he shot a sharp glare at Maxim, but proceeded to eat the sandwich. He noticed the odd pattern of the mustard. "Did you draw a smiley face with the mustard?" Timur asked, slightly muffled due to the bite of sandwich in his mouth. Maxim chuckled, as he made a sandwich for himself.

     "And how did you notice that?" Maxim asked, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. Timur stared at him for a moment, and laughed a bit. "Like you said before, friend: an artist and a hunter notice details." Maxim sighed softly. "I could care less, I'm glad you're smiling. You should more often. It really suits you." He commented. Timur blushed more a shade of red this time, flustered a little by Maxim's comment. He brushed it off as a joke, since Maxim was, after all, a little comedian. 

     "Well, tell me what happened. What caused today's mood?" Maxim inquired, as he sat across from Timur, beginning to munch on his sandwich. Timur paused to think, and replied with a shrug. "Just one of those random moods people get. Like how people get sad out nowhere, with no cause." Maxim nodded, and took a bite. "Let me guess, painting didn't work in venting out your emotions?" Timur shook his head softly, letting out a huff of air. "Nope."

     Maxim then set down his meal, and leaned forward, his nose almost touching Timur's which Maxim being so close made him feel a little awkward. "Maybe you're frustrated over someone, you just don't know who." Maxim suggested, and Timur scoffed. "Frustrated? Over someone? Who would I have quarrels with?" Maxim shook his head softly. "You're not getting my drift, friend. I meant you're frustrated because you might have feelings for someone." Timur never considered that for a moment. It seemed like an absurd proposition at first, but the more he thought about it, the more he made sense. Why else would he feel like he was more touch-starved lately? Why else would he have a craving for kisses, or sweet nothings whispered in his ear? But, even if then, who would he even have feelings for? 

     As much as he liked to pretend he didn't, he already knew the answer to the last question. He knew he loved Maxim. Maxim was always there for him, always at his side, holding him close when Timur got injured, or when Maxim always would take a bullet for him, and he'd be getting patched up, reassuring him that it was "only a few little scratches". 

     He heard faint snapping, as he should his head to find Maxim snapping his fingers in front of Timur's face. "Heeeeey, hey!" Maxim said firmly, and Timur snapped back to reality. "I think I might know who you're frustrated over." Maxim declared. Timur raised an eyebrow, curious to what Maxim theorized who his little crush was. "Me!" Maxim boasted, a hand on his chest, standing proudly. Timur snorted, trying not to laugh. "And why would I like you?" He asked, trying not to busy out laughing again. Maxim huffed, pretending to be offended for a moment. "Well, you always seem so warm towards me, I'm usually the one who makes you smile, annnnnd you're blushing." He listed off. Timur let out a soft squeak and turned his head away. However, Maxim grabbed the sniper by the chin, and turned his face back towards him, and placed his lips on Timur's softly. Timur didn't know how to react at first, but slowly melted into his, his lips moving in sync with his, Maxim and Timur's kiss one of lips moving together passionately, in sync. 

     Maxim soon pulled away for air, as Timur practically gasped for it, looking at Maxim, her face cherry red. Maxim smirked, and leaned closer to Timur, and whispered, 

     "A hunter always notices details, even the small ones."

[demilitarised-zone]

Aw, thanks love! I call this one 'Inspired by the vodka I had last night'

Enjoy

Maybe it was the vodka. Maybe it was the bottled up frustration. Maybe it was a combination of both. He didn't know.

His mind was long made muzzy by the alcoholic beverage, muzzy enough to gift him the momentary privilege of not giving a single fuck about what his drunk self did. At least until the morning came and he'd wake up feeling that last nights alcohol had been too much alcohol; but for now he couldn't care less. Let tomorrows regrets be tomorrows regrets and let tonights drunken rambling be what he couldn't say sober.

The very same moment Timur walked out into the hallway, Maxim turned his back, only held back by the drunken mans hand around his wrist.

"Do you really think I wouldn't notice? The way you leave the room every time I enter, the way your eyes avoid mine. Even now you won't even look at me."

"You reek of alcohol." Shrugging the other mans hand off, Maxim sighed, letting his eyes wander; the grey wall in front of him seemed much more interesting now. Silence enveloped the two. Blue eyes bore into his skull, and he knew his silence would only delay the inevitable. Still, he couldn't bring himself to look at Timur.

"You can't avoid me forever."

Maybe it was the newfound courage . Maybe it were his feelings. Maybe it was a combination of both.

He didn't know.

But Timur knew what he felt wasn't one sided.

Maxims lips told him so.

[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.

[simonxriley]

Here are my Spetsnaz headcanons that no one asked for. Both SFW and NSFW (kinda). And yes they are more canon wise for Tachanka, I know I’m shocked as well 😅 but more of him and Skylar HCs to come. 

Tachanka 

Talks to his kids at least once a day and if he’s busy with work than it’s once or twice a week. 

Has a decent relationship with his ex wife for his kids sake. They still some times meet up if one of the kids has an event and he can take time off from work. 

Only lets Kapkan touch his LMG unsupervised, everyone else (which is very slim) he’s hovering over them like a hawk. 

Has wrestling competitions with Sledge. 

He may be loud while working, but he’s quite laid back and quieter. 

A very supportive dad, no matter what his kids want to do he’ll support them and be there as much as possible. 

Has introduced his kids to the rest of the Spetsnaz and they all get along for the most part. 

Very adamant that his kids don’t join the military, but at the end of the day he knows when they’re of age to join and they do he’ll still support them. 

Has a very close relationship with his sister and they get together as much as possible with all the kids. Those days are some of his favorites. 

He didn’t want to join the Red Army and was pretty devastated when he was drafted at 18. Later learned to love his job. 

Received his first Degtyaryov from his father when he was drafted, the same one he modified throughout the years.  

Decent cook, sucks at baking. 

A loud and quite humorous drunk, that make Glaz, Kapkan and Fuze a little embarrassed to know him. 

Protective of his sister growing up. He was ready to throw hands with anyone who messed with her. 

He’s closer to his mom than his dad and checks up on her every chance that he gets. 

Closeted Bisexual until he joined Rainbow. 

Glaz 

Being an artist was going to be his career until the Beslan School Siege when he switched over to the Cadets for his career. 

Humorous with his friends. 

Recognized Kapkan from the Beslan School Siege but never mentioned it to him until later into their friendship. Not wanting to make things awkward for him. 

Carries a journal with him everywhere he goes and sketches down things he wants to paint later on. 

Still owns all his bootlegged stuff he got from his dad, still listens to the music to this day. 

Can become moody from time to time. 

Has to keep hiding his own stash of vodka because Tachanka keeps finding it and drinking it in intervals. 

Quite introverted but does love spending time with the right people. 

The scar he harbors on his eye came from a training accident from early on in his career, he’ll never admit it because he’s embarrassed by how he got it. 

Goes hunting with Kapkan a lot, it gives him the opportunity to paint some beautiful landscapes. 

Likes to go on long runs in the morning around town before his workout with the rest of the boys. 

Likes to be in the water and uses swimming as a workout from time to time. 

He’s nice to everyone until you give him a reason not to be. 

His parents sends care packages of his favorite snacks every few weeks or so when he’s away for work. 

Kapkan:  

Likes being outside more than inside. The fresh air makes him feel more free than being cooped up inside. 

I like bottom Kap as the next person but to me he’s a switch. You can’t tell me a hunter wouldn’t pounce and dominate his ‘prey’ every now and then. 

Has thought about going back to school to get a psychology degree, but as the years go by and the more he works, he wouldn’t have the time. So he likes to read about it as a hobby. 

Considers the rest of the Spetsnaz his family and enjoys his time with them. 

Goes hunting/camping as much as possible. He loves the serenity of being out there in the wilderness. 

Owns a cabin in the middle of the Russian wilderness, away from civilization. 

He’s efficient in knife throwing and has made a few bets with the rest of the Spetsnaz on who can get a bulls-eye. 98% of the time he wins. One time they did it drunk and Tachanka put a decent size hole in the wall. 

Up at the break of dawn to start his day. Would rather get his workout at the gym done before it gets packed with others on base. Then trains with his CTU. 

He’s Glaz’s spotter for sniper training. 

Really good cook and cooks a lot, if not all of what he hunts. 

Reads more than watching TV. 

Close with his family and tries to talk with his younger brothers’ at least once a week. 

Fuze: 

Ended his engagement because he didn’t want to leave them as a widow in case he never came back. It would be easier on them in the end to just end it. 

Secretly looks for clues to see if his brother is alive or not. Deep down he thinks he is and he’s out there somewhere. 

Even though he joined Rainbow at the same time with Tachanka, Glaz and Kapkan. He became close to Glaz first. 

Always tinkering with his cluster charges. You’ll find him in the workshop throughout the day. 

Cooks both Russian and Uzbek dishes. 

Very reserved and only talks about himself if he fully trusts you. 

Doesn’t like when people holds that hostage causality over his head. Yes he knows that he made a mistake years ago, but he’s learned from it and is trying to be/do better. 

He’s still proud of his Uzbek heritage, even though his parents encouraged him to embrace everything Russian growing up. 

Has tunnel vision when out on missions, which is why he has a hard time keeping in contact with his team. 

Joined the military at 18, straight out of high school. 

[short-yandere-stories]

could you please do headcanons for yandere spetsnaz guys(or just kapkan or glaz) and their small and extremely sensitive fem s/o? (both sfw and nsfw if possible?)

Ooh hi, Tea anon! I finally got around to this heheh. I’m doing both Kapkan and Glaz just for you

I noticed after posting that I completely forgot about the NSFW so if you still want me to write that you can send in another ask hahah

Content Warnings: yandere behavior, mentions of physical and mental harm, isolation, noncon/dubcon touching, manipulation, trauma response, mention of mindbreak, possessive behavior, kidnapping, usage of collar, being seen as a “possession”/”pet” 

This is a yandere work. Proceed with caution and please be mindful of your triggers.

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Kapkan

Oh boy

If you think about his fascination with the psychological, it’s not odd that he goes yandere.

He has always seen himself as the hunter, and when he meets you, such a small and scared girl, he knows that you will be his prey.

Kapkan doesn’t like to physically hurt you.

Mostly because you react almost twice as much to pain as others by being so sensitive. 

He learns this quickly and realizes that if he keeps up physical punishment, you will break.

It’s much more fun to break your mind.

A punishment could be to be locked in a room for three days with no social interaction at all (he would still deliver food, but not pay any heed to you) until you were practically screaming and begging for him to talk to you and touch you.

He would love to slowly manipulate and mold you into growing completely dependent on him.

The fun begins when you’ve stopped resisting, mind already crumbling.

Then it’s time for Kapkan to start to use himself as the glue keeping your sanity together.

He loves the height difference between the pair of you. More often than not, he has you in his lap, lazily trailing patterns and letters on your arms or back, enjoying the feeling of you squirming from the gentle touch.

You being very sensitive only makes everything easier for him.

A soft pat on your cheek after a punishment, and you will soon start to lean into his touch, craving it, associating pleasure with touch.

You will turn into his perfect little obedient doll, not daring to even look at anyone else but him.

He’s made you scared of touching others as well, so if someone would touch your shoulder when you walk with Kapkan in the hallway, you would start screaming and hide behind Kapkan, body pressed up against him.

He’s made sure to do the mental punishment and breaking in a way you can’t associate with him.

He’ll always be there to help afterward, kind, soothing touches, and whispers about the horrible people wanting to do bad things to you.

It doesn’t take long for his “treatment” of you to work, and for you to grow dependent on him.

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Glaz

He spots you and your uniqueness immediately. It stands out more than a shadow out of place, and you unconsciously draw him in.

Glaz sees you as a perfect piece of art he needs to display and own.

When you’ve broken and safely in his possession, he loves to walk around the base with you (collared with a leash of course) to flaunt you and proudly show you off to the others.

Oh and don’t worry. Glaz makes sure that everyone knows you’re off-limits.

He’s patient with you and your breakdowns for the first weeks. 

Glaz manipulates you differently than Kapkan would. He lets you “escape” and some soldier to attack you (under STRICT rules) so that he can save you from the horror.

He makes you feel smaller than you are and defenseless. 

You NEED Glaz to keep you safe.

He’s the only one who’s gentle with you, and he’s saved you several times.

He can’t be all too bad, right?

In this manner, both Kapkan and Glaz are similar. 

They take advantage of your uniqueness to manipulate you (even though their tactics are different.)

Glaz is very partial to your face, eyes, and hands. Your eyes show so much emotion and how vulnerable you are. Your face is sensitive, and he loves how you lean into his touch when you’re tired. 

Feeling your hands trace his scars and body is the best thing, however. You’re always so soft and careful, touching him the way you want to be touched to not jump out of your skin. 

Glaz loves it when you trail your hands softly, softly down his chest, and he loves to look at you while you do it.

Seeing your focused face and how you are careful to not hurt him while not going past your own borders for touching just makes him fall more in love.

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[vampsquerade]

Requests Rules (Current Status: Open)

Characters Per Request for headcanons: Maximum of 2.

Characters Per Story: Maximum of 4 (all characters will be partners with the reader; exceptions can and will be made if i like it enough).

Characters Per NSFW Alphabet: Maximum of 1

Characters Per SFW Alphabet: Maximum of 1

Please be as specific as you can when requesting as it helps me with my writing

Please specify whether you want headcanons or an x reader, so I don’t accidentally write something you didn’t want

Requests are now open for a short time! Please just read my rules and request accordingly!

Characters I’ll Write For: Rainbow Six Siege/Extraction and Call of Duty. This may change later on, however, once I feel like branching out!

Rainbow Six Siege/Extraction:

Chul Kyung “Vigil” Hwa

Olivier “Lion” Flament

Erik “Maverick” Thorn

Jordan “Thermite” Trace

Miles “Castle” Campbell

Gustave “Doc” Kateb

Gilles “Montagne” Touré

Julien “Rook” Nizan

Saif “Oryx” Al Hadid

Dominic “Bandit” Brunsmeier

Elias “Blitz” Kötz

Marius “Jäger” Streicher

Sébastien “Buck” Côte

Håvard “Ace” Haugland

Mark “Mute” Chandar

Mike “Thatcher” Baker

James “Smoke” Porter

Seamus “Sledge” Cowden

César “Goyo” Ruiz Hernández

Masaru “Echo” Enatsu

Liu Tze “Lesion” Long

Collinn “Warden” McKinley

Aleksandr “Tachanka” Senaviev

Maxim “Kapkan” Basuda

Timur “Glaz” Glazkov

Shuhrat “Fuze” Kessikbayev

Ryad “Jackal” Ramírez Al-Hassar

Call of Duty:

John “Soap” MacTavish

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Captain John Price

Phillip Graves

Talon

König

Hong-jin “Horangi” Kim

Zhiqiang “Zimo” Wong

Jesus “Chuy” Ordaz

Enzo Reyes

Sobieslaw “Gromsko” Kościuszko

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra

Sebastian “Krueger” Krueger

Hans “Golem” Blaustein

Benjamin “Otter” Lee

Jackson Wyatt

Valeria “El Sin Nombre” Garza

Alejandro Vargas

Alex Keller

Gary “Roach” Sanderson

Sergio “Morte” Sulla

Vladimir Makarov

Thibault “Riptide” Lefebre

Roland “Swagger” Kaminski

What I Will Write:

Fluff

Light Smut (Vanilla)

Heavy Smut (Hardcore: dubcon, consensual non-con, and somnophilia are allowed under the circumstances that you explicitly specify that reader in the scenario will be consenting to it. if you aren’t comfortable requesting or reading that there will be time for you to scroll away. Doing this has helped me with my trauma.)

Angst (good, neutral, and bad endings)

NSFW Alphabets

SFW Alphabets

Character/Reader: Friends to Lovers

Character/Reader: Enemies to Lovers

Sick Character or Sick Reader

Gender Neutral, Female, and Male Readers

Mental Health (c-PTSD, Depression, Insomnia, and Anxiety will be the only ones I write about because those are of the few things I have been diagnosed with. I am not romanticizing these at all, keep that in mind)

Omegaverse (Alpha/Beta/Omega Character or Alpha/Beta/Omega Reader)

Monsterfucking

Multiple Partners (Exceptions will sometimes be made if I like the prompt enough)

Substance Use (only weed and alcohol)

Cheating and Toxic Relationships (My therapist has recommended I try to write stuff that helps ease off the trauma I’ve gotten from these)

Stalking

What I Will NOT Write:

Incest

Blatant Rape

Domestic Abuse

Child Abuse

Animal Abuse

Racism

Transphobia

Homophobia

Torture

Comforting Self-Harm (I used to allow this one but I’ve been in therapy for this for a good while now and it will trigger a relapse if I ever write for it again. Very slim chances of me writing for prompts like these ever again)

Suicide (Very, very, very slim chances of me ever making an exception for it)

Any obscure or gross fetishes/kinks

Character/Character (Exceptions can be made for this though!)

Pregnancy (I never properly addressed or clarified any of this and would like to apologize for what it was previously listed as. I am avoiding fetishization of anybody who can get pregnant because I have received 2 asks by the same person back in August and as you can tell, I never wrote them because they were offensive fetish prompts centered around stereotypes. There are no exceptions for this one)

Thank you very much for requesting!!

[dorodoroart]

the sfw part of the Glaz x Mav commission I did for @erikthorn  hohoho

I can’t post the NSFW stuff on my sideblog anymore but I’ve moved to Twitter, just haven’t reuploaded my entire smutember series yet, so I’ll get right on that!

[chadillacboseman]

Could you please do the Russians Bois™ finding out their s/o went MIA?

Everyone is always trying to break the poor Spetz bois HEARTS!!

Шухрат Кессикбаев / Fuze

Fuze is still quiet, but there's something boiling beneath it now. Glaz is the only one he's ever been "talkative" with if you can call it that. He confides in Glaz about his own brother who is MIA, and now you. Timur tells him to trust Rainbow, that they will get you back.

Fuze says fuck that.

He's lost, he doesn't know what to do. He becomes reckless in his mission to track you down. No White Mask is safe, no hostage, and no civilian can stand in his way until he finds you.

Everybody's getting Fuze'd

💗 If you are found, Fuze is ripping off his mask, tossing his shield, and holding you. "I szot I lost you-" he's whispering it over and over.

💀 If you aren't found or you die, Fuze stays reckless. He is eventually discharged from Rainbow on poor terms but continues a personal vendetta against the White Masks.

Максим Дмитриевич Басудa / Kapkan

Kapkan goes full Rambo: First Blood, and I will not take questions on this.

TRAPS, TRAPS EVERYWHERE! The White Masks are in for a world of hurt. Kapkan is bending the rules to find intel on where you might be, always teetering on the edge of outright insubordination.

Tachanka is worried but lets him continue. He could not imagine losing a loved one himself. Kapkan is a hunter first and foremost- he tracks, he finds leads, and he traps.

💗 If you are found, Kapkan is carrying you away, held to his chest. He doesn't stop until you're home. He's willing to leave Rainbow at that point.

💀 If you are not found, or you die, Kapkan becomes even more withdrawn. Depressed. He takes a leave of absence and stays in a cabin in the mountains. He may or may not come back.

Тимур Глазков / Glaz

Glaz is smart, he knows how to look at details. He puts all the pieces together from the day you go missing, retracing steps and gathering intel.

He stakes out locations and watches movements- writing down their routines in his notebook.

Glaz is patient. He waits. He keeps a picture of you in his rucksack on stakeouts to remind him of why he's doing it.

💗 If you are found, Glaz is all joyous hugs and telling you he loves you. He and the boys take you out to the bar when you've recovered.

💀 If you are not found, or you die, Glaz's art turns dark. He no longer jokes with the squad or plays poker with the others. He is withdrawn and Tachanka insists he takes a break.

Александр Михайлович Сенавьев / Tachanka

Tachanka knows how to enjoy life, and you are one of the good things he has. He pulls his team together and asks them for a favor.

To help him find you.

He's willing to bend, if not break, the rules at this point. The White Masks are going to taste hot lead and he's going to be the one to spoon feed it to them.

Tachanka is 48- he's nearing the end of his military career anyway.

💗 If you are found alive, Tachanka is LOUDLY calling your name after ripping the throat out of a White Mask footsoldier. He pulls his helmet off and trails so many Russian words of endearment you can't understand a single one.

💀 If you are not found, or you die, Tachanka leaves Rainbow. He keeps your picture in his wallet.

[miriena]

🍓Strawberry!Glaz 🍓 Y'all can blame my brother for this :/

[demilitarised-zone]

Took me literal ages to write and complete, but! It is here, a short story based on Kiki the Devil's dream. Enjoy!

Another round of drinks, another unwanted touch.

Kapkan had long lost count over the times a foreign hand had slipped where it shouldn't be, surprised himself anew with his own patience. The sickly sweet voices calling out to him did not ease the disgust churning his stomach; emotions locked away in a container he thought none could pierce, and yet it had its weakness, one those scumbags had been ramming a knife into ever since he first served them.

Jordan's calm tone and reassuring words were but drips of water on a burning desire to demonstrate his combat qualifications in full detail. But Six had elected him for this particular mission, and who was he to object? An order is an order.

And Kapkan never defies orders.

"Is it just me or are you getting sexier by the second?," The man's voice was but oil on water - Kapkan just /wishes/ he could light it on fire.

A strained smile graced his lips as he placed their drinks before them, holding his tongue, for anything that could've slipped off its tip would have that cheeky grin turn into a dark frown. Didn't even realise how his teeth bore into it; a minuscule pain he took without so much as realising and yet his nostrils flared so when he knew he should be asking them if everything was alright, if there was anything he could do for their comfort, if they were having a good time.

Oh, they sure as hell were.

One that would end just as abruptly as it had started.

But it wasn't just Kapkan who preached patience - no, the very same virtue could be found in another, one whose jaw tightened as teeth grit.

There was little that escaped Glaz's eyes and it wasn't the subtle etch in Kapkan's brow or the guttural tint of anger in his voice; as diminutive as such hints were, he was quick to pick up on them, and even quicker to align his crosshairs with heads. Oh, how easy it would be to make those heads burst like the little yellow plates they put on to test new armour...

The winter surrounding him may have been bitterly cold, but the blood pumping in his veins was hot enough to deter it as those baby blues saw red. It strained his jaw so, wouldn't surprise him if it was sore later. He didn't mind. He didn't mind how his own breaths grew strained when all air was squeezed from his lungs or how his heart pressed against ribs so woefully as he's a witness to everything happening behind that thin glass, underneath warm lights and colourful christmas decorations. A perfect contrast, that jolly scenery filled with laughter and warmth when his own emotions were anything but-

Glaz was hesitant to admit that he, he who could chastise himself when needed, he who half mastered the art of pokerface, felt his string of patience thin out as knives split its threads.

"Alright guys, that's it, we got all we need. Feel free to beat 'em up, Kap-"

And yet there was a suspicious lack of hesitation when his finger came down on the trigger.

He could see eyes widen in horror and mouths open in screams. Not that he could hear, lying on his position in the snow, far away from it all and blending into the night sky with only a scope to look through. Yet he didn't need to, for the sound of his gun was music enough to his ears; had that jaw unclench, had the weight on his chest lighten when bodies dropped like flies.

There may have been a "holy fuckin' 'ell" on Thermite's end of the line. Perhaps even some mutters about him and having cat like reflexes.

The blood pumping in his ears must've drowned it out, for all he could hear were his own shortened breaths.

Glass clunk on the tray Kapkan gently positioned on his hand, eyeing the colourful liquids carefully whilst doing so. A grumble got stuck in his throat as the drinks slid a tad; as skilled as he was with those hands knowing their way around screwdrivers and metal, balancing feeble drinks was not one of his strengths; but it seemed his prayers had been heard, or rather, those quiet complaints he'd been making to himself, for Thermite's voice rang in his ear and with it the unmistakable sound of Glaz' rifle. Couldn't even hear Thermite addressing him for the shot cut it off, rang so loud.

Kapkan’s eyes merely trailed off the corpses like they did with dirt on the ground. A nostril twitched at the cacophony of shrill screams, breaking glass and hurried footsteps of civilians in panic; never liked crowds, but for once it served a purpose to be amidst one. Easy to sneak out during all the commotion, out and away from it all.

Had him sigh silently as the cold washed over him, carried off the heat of his anger and soothed his nerves all the same. The backdoor fell shut behind him, dulled and muffled all noises until he could no longer hear them inside his head he cleared out. Lids shut to soak up the sudden calm enveloping him. Muscles relaxed. Hands that once clenched and had veins poke out now eased. One found its way to the apron swaying in a soft breeze at his hips, ripped it off without hesitation and discarded it to the ground below where it was covered by fresh snow falling.

"Ey Kapkan, you there? We're waitin' at the van for ya."

Thermite's voice cut through the serenity, had him almost groan at the unwelcome interruption. But his teammate was right, he better hurry. No use waiting for the ambulances to arrive when he could already hear those screeching sirens in the distance.

A deep breath, snow crunched underneath his boots as he walked to where his team waited for him, where his beloved waited for him. Kapkan had to say his thanks, didn't he. Wasn't it grotesque how his chest grew light knowing that it had been Glaz who shot those men? Perhaps it was, but for Kapkan that meant that Glaz was always there, always watching over him, even if he couldn't see.

Had even his features soften when the van came into sight, and with it, that pull of hearts he knew all too well.

Alrighty, I have some time now to write down about the bomb-ass dream I had tonight, which was basically my brain acting up fanfic while I slept 😅

Basically it was about Kapkan as a waiter in Kafe Dostoyevstky, spying a group of crime lords and suspected terrorists. Thermite monitored everything from a van on the street and told him to get closer or what to do through a hidden microphone. And the leader of the bad guys wouldn’t stop harassing Kapkan, openly groping and flirting with him, Kapkan was *this* close to snapping the guy’s neck and mission be damned. In the end, when Thermite said they had enough information and Kapkan could beat them up if he wanted, and then there’s a gunshot and the guy drops to the floor wounded. Glaz had been keeping an eye on them and he was incredibly angry at what he’d seen, 100% in “hands off my bf you bastard” mode. Not very professional maybe, but oof

[chadillacboseman]

I loved it! C-can I have the other 2?

You're writing is just so good!

-🌾(wheat not corn)

OKAY SO IT IS WHEAT. And I call myself a county girl, smh.

Fuze and Kapkan

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Alexsandr Senaviev/Tachanka

"You're getting reckless," Alexsandr's voice is calm, measured, as if he's stating a fact rather than chastising you. His broad hand is clasped on the leather of the steering wheel cover as he glances up at the red glare of the traffic light.

"You know what they were doing, right? They were throwing teargas into a crowd. There were children."

"I meant getting caught."

You blink in surprise and cock your head, "What do you mean?"

He chuckles and leans back in his seat, hand still at the 12 o'clock position on the steering wheel as he waits for the red light to change, "You should have run faster."

The light turns green and the vehicle lurches forward through the intersection. You stare out of the window into the twilight, watching as the streetlights blink to life.

"I'm not mad," Alexsandr's voice is quiet, "They could have charged you with something if it hadn't been for Rainbow."

You sigh and round your shoulders; he's right, and you hate that. He has a way of making you feel guilty in a way no one else can.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't be," he waves a hand dismissively, "I might have done the same thing."

You return his smile and lean back into your seat, "I'll make it up to you when we get home."

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Timur Glazkov/Glaz

"Yes officer," Timur is speaking, his voice calm, to a uniformed cop in the street, "I understand that."

He glances at you, cuffed and sitting on the curb dejectedly.

"Yes- that's correct-" you can only make out parts of their conversation, "Yes, an agent with Rainbow. Undercover."

You furrow your brows at those words and try to get Timur's attention.

He ignores you. He's good at that.

The cop seems satisfied with whatever Timur has told him, and approaches you with the handcuff keys brandished.

"Sorry, didn't realize you were undercover. Should'a said something," the officer mumbles as he unlocks your cuffs.

You glance at Timur, who is examining his own fingernails intensely.

"It's alright- I uh, I had to be convincing."

The officer nods and waves you away before going to interrogate the other protestors.

"Did you just lie to the cops?" you fold your arms and tap your foot impatiently.

Timur finally looks up at you and shrugs, "Better than you being hauled off to jail, isn't it?"

"I suppose-"

"How about 'thank you, Timur'?"

You roll your eyes and shove him toward the car.

"What were you protesting this time?" he drops into the driver's seat and you pull the seatbelt across your chest.

"Pipeline- runs through indigenous land."

Timur nods in understanding and pulls away from the curb. The two of you ride in silence for what seems like ages before he speaks again.

"Next time," he glances at you with a small smile, "Just be more careful."