#glazs sketchbook

[astropeachy]

some doodles from my sketchbook

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[glazly]

Nuclear Throne doodles 

Mainly of @doodledrawsthings NT Noir AU

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G L A Z

A glazed Russian boi

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Movie Night with the Spets Bois HCs

Tachanka:

doesn’t have a strong preference as to what you’ll be watching, he’s fine with whatever you choose

while he does pay attention to the movie, his favorite part of your movie nights is holding you in his strong arms while you are snuggled up on the couch together

if you want him to pick a movie, he’ll usually go either for a rom-com for you to laugh at or take this as an opportunity to introduce you to some of his favorite old-school movies (most of them Russian)

when a romantic scene comes on in whatever movie you’re watching together, he’ll give you little forehead kisses or imitate the cheesy pick-up lines from the film

lately, he thinks he’s being sneaky by choosing horror movies, just so you’ll snuggle up even closer to him (and while you see right through this little charade, you think it’s adorable and certainly aren’t opposed to being held even closer by the lord)

popcorn, chocolates, gummy bears? he has it all (be careful to move the snacks within arm’s reach before you start the movie though - Tachanka will be very reluctant to let go of you once you’ve gotten comfy, so don’t forget any candy you might crave in the pantry!)

might fall asleep with you in his arms if he has had a particularly long day (and start snoring like a hibernating bear)

♡o。+..:*♡o。+..:*♡o。+..:*

Glaz:

his go-to picks for movie nights are nature documentaries: taking in the beautiful sceneries from faraway places helps him unwind and sometimes inspires a new painting of his

speaking of inspiration: more often than not he will feel inspired by you rather than the movie that’s playing - no matter how many nights you spend like this, he will never get tired of you seeing you next to him, wrapped in your favorite blanket and with a soft smile on your lips whenever a particular scene catches your attention (like when your favorite animal appears on screen)

will definitely have a sketchbook and some pencils ready on the nightstand or coffee table for moments like these - he’ll still be listening to the movie and glance at the screen periodically, but his focus will be on you and your features - to him, there’s no sight that could be more beautiful and interesting

he has a weakness for sweet pastries and loves to spoil you, so unless you spontaneously decide to have a movie night, he’ll pick up some cakes or french pastries from a cafe on the way home for you to enjoy together

however, he also cares a lot about your health and will make sure to always cut up some fresh fruit for you to snack on as well <3

♡o。+..:*♡o。+..:*♡o。+..:*

Kapkan:

he usually goes for action movies

similar to Tachanka, he’s more than happy to introduce you to Russian cinema (and secretly feels very accomplished whenever you tell him you particularly liked one of his movie picks)

will critique any scenes pertaining to military operations or hunting that come on screen - he will be borderline ranting whenever a scene is too unrealistic for his standards (something he initially worried would annoy you (Fuze always scolds him when he does it), but you were quick to reassure him that his ramblings are far more entertaining than any movie could be)

he prefers salty snacks or roasted nuts over the more sugary variety, but will happily pick up anything you request on his way home from work

the only thing he’s surprisingly strict about is no more chocolaty snacks on the couch or in bed, ever since that one time you accidentally dropped a piece of chocolate onto him and neither of you noticed until you went to end your cuddling session once the credits started rolling & found yourself covered in a sticky mess (and not the sexy variety...)

loves to rest his head in your lap and for you to stroke his hair during movie nights

 ♡o。+..:*♡o。+..:*♡o。+..:*

Fuze:

to him, the movie is really just background noise - cuddling up with you in his arms, the two of you wrapped in a blanket, is really the main attraction to him

therefore, unless you explicitly want to share one of your favorite movies with him, he won’t pay too much attention to what’s on screen

occasionally though, a movie will unexpectedly captivate him and you’ll see him looking it up online afterward

whenever this happens, he’ll tell you about any interesting trivia he came across, and if there’s a sequel to it, he’ll insist on watching that next

will gladly lend you one of his shirts or hoodies to put on so you can get extra comfortable (also I totally support the HC of Fuze having a pair of ultra comfy fuzzy socks, but don’t tell anyone about it)

in terms of snacks, he doesn’t need anything special and is happy with whatever you happen to have at home

secretly loves it when you occasionally feed him a piece of whatever you are snacking on while he’s hugging you from behind on the couch

will offer to make tea or hot cocoa for you both before you get comfortable for the movie

he’ll periodically lean down to plant a soft kiss on the top of your head and inhale the scent of your shampoo

[astheraa]

can we get some glaz relationship hcs? Also i love your writing! doing gods work making stuff for us r6 simps 😩

Glaz (Timur) - Relationship HC

Timur loves anything related to art, so he loves you. In his eyes you're the most beautiful person he's ever met and he hopes that you will be the last one.

He loves drawing you when you're around him or even when he's not at home. He has a whole sketchbook only with photos, sketches and drawings of you. He keeps it with him any possible second and defends it with his life.

Taking you out into fancy restaurants isn't his usual type, he likes cooking with you and eating together while talking and laughing, more than just waiting to get your food and eat in silence.

He believes cooking together is the best thing to do in a relationship. While cooking he loves hugging you from behind, tasting the food by dipping his finger into the sauce for example.

Cuddling with you, hugging you and kissing you out of the blue is his personal love language.

Timur isn't really a man of words in a fight, he listens to you first and tells you his side of the story. Communication is key, even though he isn't talk active.

On missions he calls you mostly daily, telling you what he did today -which will be probably just laying around and scoping- but he just needs to talk to you. It's good for his mental health and keeps him sane.

He loves listening to you ranting about your day , who annoyed you the most and gossips with you about them like they annoyed him aswell.

Timur always wants you to be happy, he gets you flowers once every two weeks, comparing you to them, that you're as beautiful as them or even prettier

He introduced you to his fellow Spetsnaz colleagues and they welcomed you like family. They're happy for you two and shuhrat always tells you how happy Timur is all the time.

He wants to be with you for the rest of his life.

On his sketchbook cover is written "Every picture shows a spot with which the artist has fallen in love" , referencing to you, he draws his favourite body parts from you and he can't just seem to get enough of it.

“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”, will forever be his favourite quotes and he will always thinking about you.

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

The start of your friendship is the most conventional. He was the quiet Russian in a group of boisterous bodies, but not in the same fashion of quiet as Maxim. He didn't seem scary, just not one to engage without having reason to do so. But somehow, you managed to break the ice and found that he is one of the most loyal and supportive friends that you could have in your corner. Trust and honor mean a lot to Timur, therefore he is one of the most dedicated bodies that you could have met.

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

Settling down with someone that he appreciates and loves is one of Timur's lifelong goals. He wants to feel at home with someone who supports him and his hobbies. That appreciates him, even when he's feeling a little more reclusive. Timur is exceptional at cleaning--his home is spotless aside from his corner that he paints in. He makes due with his cooking, though, not being the most talented but not being awful at it either.

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

Timur would absolutely want to get married. Commitment is something he isn't scared of, next.

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

He is the most gentle soul out of all the Russians and I think this speaks levels about how he acts, next question.

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

Hugs are what fuels him throughout the day, really, so he's always coming to you for one. He also accepts Tachanka's back breaking hugs on a particularly good day, as much as his body regrets it afterwards.

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

He doesn't. Next.

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

His kisses are very sweet and comforting. Should they be in your private time, they're very passionate and kind. He doesn't mind wherever he's kissed, as long as he's getting them. He won't mind at all. Head kisses are the most common in public settings, though.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Not easily angered at all unless it involved you.

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 absolutely everything and it's kind of scary.

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

His favorite memory was a time out with him near a lake. You brought a blanket, and you both sat there for hours talking. You didn't even notice the sketchbook in his hands, and it's the first time he really saw you. He ultimately decided to immortalize you once you distracted him enough, and you keep the piece close to heart but don't have the guts to ask him for it.

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

Timur is very protective in his own, sweet way. Always checking in, but not being unbearable. If it came down to someone insulting you or trying to harass you, though, then his ugly side begins to show--and it's not something that someone would want to see again.

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

When it comes to dates and gifts, he always keeps you in mind. He tries to include something he absolutely knows you love, and gives his utmost attempt to keep you entertained and loved.

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

He spoons, somehow, someway. His subconsciousness with always find a way to wrap his arms around you. Or vise versa.

❄️ 6 HEADCANNONS ABOUT MARRYING TIMUR INCLUDE:

Your wedding is rather small, reserved for only family and close friends of you both. He'd rather not be too flashy with it, as quiet of a man as he normally is. He's absolutely elated that you agreed though, because it was absolutely him that popped the question when he takes you back to the lake where he fell in love--just so he could fall in love again.

He is crying, no doubt. Timur isn't that much of a crier to begin with, but seeing you clad in your wedding attire makes him choke up. And it's not because this is the most beautiful you look--you always look beautiful to him. It's because what you decided to don was decided with him in mind, that it's the outfit where you both agree to take another leap of faith into something greater.

His vows are poetic and emotional, and even though he has tears on his cheeks he is saying them with such grace and form. It's probably going to make you cry, really, because his vows paint such a vivid image of an unbreakable bond.

First speech? He's teasing you, absolutely. Nothing embarrassing, promise, but he's still laying it on thick with jokes and making the room light up in laughter. For someone who's so quiet, you didn't peg him for a comedian. However, the more emotional bits of it about him falling in love with you? You're a blubbering mess again.

First dance is seeping with romance and it's so palpable that you could cut it with a butter knife. Are you surprised? Absolutely not.

Since wedding photos are a must, candid photos are the best because all of them are of Timur smiling proudly. The ones with you, though, he's never looking at the camera. He's always looking at you, and you can see every single bit of love he holds in the color of his bright blue eyes.

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

✏️ Pairing: Glaz x fem!reader

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

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

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

✏️ Word-count: 2,585

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I like the sound of your laughter.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Glaz/Kapkan headcannons with some +18

I’m very bored so i decided to do headcannons for these to dorks c:

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Glaz dude

Glaz sketches kapkan so much he has a sketchbook exclusively to sketch him.

Glaz isn’t a fan of hunting with Maxim, because Maxim will demand him to cover himself in dirt and sometimes poo to erase his smell of human. But he does go hunting with him now and then. Maxim understands his reasons and doesn’t mind.

Glaz just loves to tease Maxim in public, even more if the place is crowded. His personal favorite is to press his crotch against Maxim’s butt in front of everyone. He’s gotten punched in the sides more than once but it was totally worth it.

Glaz is a little jealous, he tends to get sassy if any of the boys in the base start to act nice towards his hunter.

Glaz hates going against his lover in the simulator because he knows Maxim will do everything in his power to pick on him, and it’s not something he can avoid, his position as the sniper of the team leaves him very exposed.

Glaz is the big spoon, he likes pressing his body with Maxim as close as possible, making the hunter his personal body pillow.

Kapkan dude

Kapkan enjoys being Glaz’ sketch model, his patience is often regarded at their bed.

God only knows how touched starved Kapkan is. He loves when Timur perches his hands over his hips or shoulders so much he can’t help but snuggle into his hands either if they are in public or not.

Kapkan is very likely to catch a cold because of the time he spends in the cold, and whenever he catches one, Glaz attends him and cares for him a lot, he always acts as if he doesn’t need any help and constantly declines Glaz’ help but lowkey loves when Glaz is hovering over him.

Kapkan is always looking over the sniper whenever they’re deployed together, even if those are not his direct orders, he’s always making sure to keep an eye on the one who’s supposed to keep an eye on him

Kapkan tried to teach Glaz how to hunt with the excuse of if ‘you ever need to, now you know’ but got his hand crushed accidentally with one of the rabbit traps and swore he will never get near them, because well, it caught the hand he draws with. 

Kapkan has hanged every single portrait Glaz has made for him in his personal room at the central base except for the explicit ones, those are at their shared cabin.

Kapkan likes to leave flowers and scent herbs he finds when he is outdoors hunting and leaves them in Glaz’ desk. Glaz will put them in his breast pocket to show the world what his hunter brought him.

[r6s-imagines]

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

y’all really love spetsnaz huh

actually yknow what nevermind i understand the appeal

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spetsnaz preference >> prized possessions

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MASTERLIST

warnings: fluff, cursing

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

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kapkan

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

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

the handle had delicate carvings into the silver casing

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

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

“what’s this?”

without looking up from his book, he flatly replied.

“mine.”

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

“oh.”

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

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

“let me tell you a story of a man.”

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

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

it was his father’s knife

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

maxim paused, watching you with a sincere look

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

“i wish to pass it to our children.”

you began to cry

glaz

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

the papers were yellowed, corners folded randomly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he steps beside you, scratching his beard and sincerely grinning

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

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

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

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

“yes,” he quietly replied. “she was.”

fuze

shuhrat never spoke of his family much

he didn’t speak about anything before rainbow, actually

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

you asked him about it, and he shrugged.

“nothing important happened before.”

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

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

you decide to do some snooping

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

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

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

piles upon piles of photos and documents were found

curious, you unfolded the paper on top

“ — y/n 2/14/19XX”

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

you went for the second paper

“to my love, shuhrat,”

your one year anniversary card!

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

anything of you from your operator portrait to your wedding photo

you were his prized possession...?

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

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

he reacted to the noise, whipping around.

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

“y/n.”

“shuhrat.”

you had this knowing smirk on your face

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

tachanka

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

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

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

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

the most shocking interest of his was probably collecting vinyls

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

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

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

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

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

“you like this one?”

shocked, you attempt to play it off, blushing

“come here.”

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

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

you rocked side to side as he began to speak.

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

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

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

for birthdays and anniversaries, you find vinyls to add

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

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

[nutbrain]

Sharpen

Fic trade for @r6shippingdelivery. Kapkan/Glaz in which Kapkan attempts to sharpen his knives while Glaz sketches

Kapkan sat, leaning forward on an old stool, running one of his many knives across whetstone, the blade making harsh sounds as it moved. Whenever he stopped to wipe off his blade and rewet his tools, he could hear the quiet sound of pencil scratching at paper. Kapkan’s eye flicked over briefly, eyeing the man nestled in the corner of his room. Glaz was watching him, eyes peaking above his sketchbook, only to look pack to his work when Kapkan made eye contact. 

This routine had been going on for almost an hour, and it was making Kapkan self conscious. He’d talked to his boyfriend about his sharp gaze, how naked it made him feel when Glaz stared at him with such intensity. He found himself subconsciously flexing his muscles, taking more measured movements; putting on a show for the other man. When he finished one knife, he moved on to the next, taking his time in in order to give Glaz the model he needed.

“Are any of those sharpened yet?” Glaz asked after a while longer, voiced amused. The sudden sound caused Kapkan to tense briefly. A small smile pulled at the other’s lips.

“Handful are done. Why? Bored?” Kapkan quirked an eyebrow suggestively at which Glaz snorted and shook his head.

“Lead broke on shading pencil.” He responded, waving the object in question before leaning forward to grab the hilt of the knife Kapkan was offering. Wood curls drifted to the floor, something to be dealt with later. A few more quick strokes with the blade and his pencil was sharpened to his satisfaction. 

“Very sharp, though slower today.” Glaz mused, setting the knife on the table already crowded with his art pencils.

“Figured could use good model.” Kapkan flexed, grinning as Glaz stared at the muscle that strained beneath his tight shirt.

“Oh I could use a good model, that’s for sure. Though I would hardly describe you as a model for this particular work.” Glaz flipped his sketchbook around. On it was a terrified rabbit captured in the flight of its midrun stance, fur slicked back against the wind; a sight they’d seen on a quick hunting trip this morning. With the exception of a few unrefined areas, it looked incredibly realistic.

“Looks very nice. Should hang on wall. Liven up cinderblock.” Glaz beamed at him. Rarely did Kapkan find something he deigned worthy to grace his walls, committed as he was to his Spartan lifestyle (with the exception of hunting gear and weapons). He would have to set about finding a way to protect and hang it.

“Did you think I was sketching you?” Glaz asked, continuing to add details to the piece, filling in the sections of shading he’d failed to do when his lead had broken. Kapkan made a noncommittal sound.

“Were staring. Look you get as if seeing through clothes to sketch muscles.” 

“Would love to see under clothes. Not sketching. Just enjoying gun show.” Glaz winked as Kapkan groaned, rolling his eyes. All the same, he kept the same pace, flexing his muscles every chance he got.

[glazly]

Smokey 

Smokey is a soot/smoke spirit that takes the shape of a fox. They have an innocent, curious and sweet personality but can also lead them to wonder off, be naive at times or be somewhat annoying but with no malicious intent. They   travel around the world exploring and helping people

[simonxriley]

Hey, just a question. Skylar Bio says hat she paint/draw or is an artist. So, how tachanka react seeing his kotyonok painting?  I'm really curious. I really love both of them!

Awe thank you! 💜 I’m always up for random questions about them!

At first he’s kinda blown away about her artistic abilities, even saying she was better than Glaz. All she did was roll her eyes and say not really, but she did enjoy that compliment. She does a lot more portraits that are pretty realistic than she does with painting landscapes. The first time he saw her finishing a portrait, he spent a good twenty minutes looking at her sketchbook of all the people she had drawn. 

When she’s painting on a canvas and not sketching in a journal he’ll either stand by or sit down and watch her. In silence or they’ll talk while she paints, and no matter what he’ll always have a loving look on his face. Anything that brings her happiness, brings him happiness! And vice versa. 

[kiruuuuu]

Kapkan/Glaz sequel in which the Spetsnaz go swimming and some... get wetter than others. (Rating E, explicit, ~4.2k words) - The sequel to this oneshot!

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Glaz’ pencil travels over the thick paper, leaving behind graphite traces which form a whole not yet, but soon. His mind’s eye is closed as he draws exclusively with his physical ones, captures shadows as he sees them and dips and valleys the way they appear before him. Over the soothing practice, he forgets all about the oppressing heat reigning unchecked once more – a few weeks, they were graced with respite from this British record summer, but now it’s returned full force and with a vengeance. Still, it’s easy to leave it behind when he can focus on his favourite hobby. Even if his teammates make it mighty difficult to concentrate.

“Make sure to get me from my best side”, Tachanka rumbles, self-satisfied with the attention he’s receiving.

“Bird’s eye view?”, Fuze guesses from the pool, shit-eating grin immediately extinguished by getting dunked underwater by Kapkan.

“One more unqualified comment like that and I’ll demonstrate why my nickname during training was freight train.”

Their bickering has been going on all day, fuelled by frustration over the heatwave – not even the trip to the SAS-owned pool has managed to lift their spirits significantly. They’re more prickly than usual instead of just lethargic and Glaz knows exactly why. “In German, they’d call your best side your ‘chocolate side’. Marius told me when I sketched his Magpie”, he informs the other three, hoping to defuse the situation somewhat and maybe even switch topics.

“Any side of his is his chocolate side”, states Kapkan, deadpan, and finally allows Fuze to breathe again. “If you didn’t get it – I’m talking about your lovehandles.”

“Shut up or I’ll shove that pool noodle where the sun doesn’t shine.”

Glaz sighs inwardly. He’d been looking forward to lounging by the pool in peace, dip in and out to cool off and get some exercise without ending up panting like he’d just run a marathon, and maybe catch a few glimpses. Just a few. He asked about sketching and stormy eyes locked with his for a split second which felt like forever, and Glaz’ mind already provided ample inspiration, excuses for a specific pose, daydreams and a whole lot more unbidden imagery… but then those grey irises slid away again in disinterest. Whether feigned or not, Glaz couldn’t tell.

Tachanka was the one who volunteered eventually, and instead of relaxing around the people he knows best in this passionless country, Glaz is now stretched out on a chair by the side of the pool, studying the old man’s physique and listening to the other three bicker.

“You can try. I’ve seen you in the water once, and you swim the way you fight – like a tank.”

Kapkan probably thinks his derision comes across as good-natured mockery instead of biting venom. He’s lucky they all have thick skin or one of them would’ve retaliated much more harshly than they tend to do, and a pissed-off Spetsnaz is nothing to scoff at. He has these days when he sharpens his claws on them, like an animal: honing his fangs on his kin, and though he recoils upon a pained sound, he’s planning his next attack nonetheless. Glaz has noticed this since day one – Kapkan carries himself like a predator, watching, assessing, waiting.

He takes himself much too seriously, but a personal jab with no harm intended only would serve to rile him up further instead of prompting a relieved smile.

“I was carrying all my gear. I’d like to see you try to continue your water ballet with Glaz on your shoulders.”

“Hey, you don’t get to watch the show and complain about it!”, Fuze protests. He’s been vainly attempting to gain the upper hand for half an hour now and really should’ve known better than to ask Kapkan of all people to help him improve his hand to hand in water. They all know Kapkan is merciless and not above humiliating his opponent, as showcased by the fact that Kapkan’s hair isn’t even wet and Fuze must’ve swallowed a litre of chlorinated water by now.

“No one would pay money to watch you drown for an hour, don’t flatter yourself.”

“Don’t move so much”, Glaz mutters and instantly regrets drawing attention to himself, because even Fuze and Kapkan cease their wet struggling to regard him curiously.

Tachanka is the one who seems to say what everyone’s thinking: “You’re suspiciously quiet today, lad.”

That’s just my seething fury coupled with the frustration of being disappointed every day, no worries, Glaz thinks and unconsciously glances over at Kapkan, who returns his gaze calmly. “I’m concentrating. Besides, shouldn’t we go back? Our hide-and-seek excuse won’t buy us another hour.”

It’s become an inside joke at Rainbow at this point – an unspoken yet silently agreed upon rule states that once a month, each team is allowed the claim to wanting to improve their navigational skills and sense of perception by utilising the natural terrain of the English countryside. In short: they tell Six they’re basically playing hide and seek so they can go out and do whatever for a few hours. The GIGN have used it to bake a surprise cake for Harry (whose vegan lifestyle makes it difficult to buy cakes for him), the Americans snuck off to Skype with their families on Thanksgiving, and the Germans prepared a barbecue plus an improvised bouncy castle for the 15th of October, when Rainbow celebrates six birthdays all falling into the same week. And today, the Spetsnaz used it to splash around in the SAS-owned pool on base.

Time well spent.

“You’re right. Don’t forget to clean up or it’ll draw suspicion”, Tachanka reminds them and rises from his sunbed like a corpse from a stretcher, complete with groans of the dead and joints popping. “I’ll even help, that’s how refreshed I feel.”

“And the fighting was my idea”, Fuze chimes in between coughs, cheeks reddened and looking wholly miserable, “so I’ll do it.”

Next to him, Kapkan is unfazed by their tussle and surfaces from the pool not even out of breath, rivulets of water running down his torso and making his skin glisten in the indirect sun beams falling in from the skylights. He’s… distracting, and therefore Glaz reacts entirely too late to his teammate joining him and pointing at the sketchbook in his lap. “Can I see?”

Unfortunately, he’s dripping all over it or else Glaz might’ve considered his question, but he’s had one too many books with him out in the rain or the snow and knows how ugly the damage looks on the pages afterwards, so he nearly flings it off into the distance with how vehemently he yanks it aside, and merely hisses a curse in preparation of telling Kapkan off for being this careless.

It’s just -

The only thing that leaves Glaz’ lips is an English: “Fuck me.”

And, well. He overheard someone else use it, probably Twitch or IQ when they burnt their hands, and then he noticed others saying it and though it’s been dancing on his tongue for days, apparently now his brain decided it was time to finally birth it.

Kapkan looks like he slapped him.

“Watch the fucking language”, Tachanka admonishes him with a wide grin. “Someone might think you’re an actual adult, Glazkov.”

His cheeks are killing him, they’re hotter than the air outside and getting flustered now will certainly look suspicious. “Just be more careful. Okay?”, he mumbles into his beard, directed at a thunderstruck Kapkan whose expression is inscrutable.

“You two can go ahead, we got this”, Fuze informs them and this seems to tear the very wet and almost-naked man in front of Glaz out of his stupor.

“Oh, I – I can take over for you. I’ll clean. You go.”

And now Glaz really wishes he had slapped him. What a perfectly obvious excuse to not end up alone with him. Before he gets a chance to drop a cutting remark of his own, Tachanka voices what everyone’s thinking: “You shit in somebody’s cereal, or why don’t you want to go back to base? You need to be forced to tidy usually.”

Fishing for justifications, Kapkan lamely defends himself by claiming he still has something to make up to Fuze – which is likely, yet no reason for him to choose cleaning over lazing about some more – and Glaz has to fight the urge to strangle him. That is, until he realises two can play this game.

“I’ll stay, too”, he announces and suppresses a laugh at how quickly Kapkan’s head snaps in his direction. “I can let my pages dry out in the sun. We’ll see you in half an hour.”

“And this why you’ve always been my favourite. Show me your masterpiece in a bit, alright?” Tachanka slaps him on the back approvingly and then heads off in Fuze’s company, the two of them discussing actual strategies about fighting underwater instead of beating the Uzbek up unhelpfully.

A stony silence settles in, making Glaz’ stomach cramp. The other Russian towels himself dry while he puts the chairs away and gathers the supplies they’ll need – there’s not much to do, the pool is being used daily and as long as they mop up all the splashed water, they should be good. Everything is done wordlessly, fuelling the awkwardness causing Glaz to drop whatever he’s holding twice, and it keeps getting worse.

Why have you been avoiding me, he doesn’t say, though he really wants to. We can pretend nothing happened. We can go back.

He could. With difficulty, but he could. If only he knew what was up. But working up the courage is impossible, he’s failed for weeks already and with a friendship on the line, with possibly more -

Kapkan chuckles. The low sound manages to pierce the spiral Glaz is sending himself down and interrupts his thoughts. “They really do have fucking pool noodles here. What on earth do they do with these?”

The supply closet indeed provides a variety of colourful foam noodles, even a deflated alligator and a beach ball. It seems they aren’t the only ones to use this facility for purely recreational purposes. “All I’m picturing now is Seamus wearing floaties.”

His comment earns him an amused snort and the ice is finally broken. They share a grin and Glaz’ relief must show on his face. “I almost want to go back in and ride this crocodile.”

“Or go dive for some of these rings.” Suddenly, Glaz gets an idea when he spots a hoop, reminding him of a dolphin show he once saw. “Hey, you think I could jump through this one?”

“No way. You’re too fat.”

Hilarious. He rolls his eyes. “You wanna bet?”

“Easy. Take a running start and jump through without touching the edges, you win. Otherwise, I win. I’ll even hold it up for you.”

“What are the stakes?”

This is where he wanted to land and Kapkan gladly followed him, possibly knowing full well where this was headed. They eye each other up. “A favour”, Kapkan suggests and couldn’t have been more vague.

Even so. Glaz likes where this is going. “Sounds good. Let’s do it.” He rids himself of his shirt and places all valuable belongings safely out of reach, encouraging Kapkan to do the same, and then walks a good distance away from the pool where Kapkan is standing, holding up the hoop expectantly. And it’d be so easy to win the bet and be owed a favour – so many possibilities. He’d be hard pressed to choose and already, his imagination is providing idea after idea, one more tempting than the next…

Then a whole other prospect enters his mind. It’d be even easier to lose. And end up at Kapkan’s mercy.

He starts jogging, building up speed, gaze fixed on the hoop until Kapkan’s is as well, the other man waiting to see whether the object will wobble from impact, no matter how small, ready to pass judgement on whether he won or lost -

- and then Glaz collides with him and shoves him into the pool.

The splash is extremely satisfying, almost as good as Kapkan’s brief grimace of surprise, shock, and betrayal as he sails through the air, flailing. Glaz almost laughs, gets out a bird-like noise of entertainment before it devolves into a shriek as Kapkan shoots back out of the pool like a crocodile himself, having spotted his prey by the shore, and the next thing Glaz knows are hands around his calves – no, one hand, the other somehow manages to land on his ass but the result is the same, they yank him in together with his previous victim.

Compared to the suffocating humidity outside, the water is refreshingly cool and punches through his consciousness like a shot of caffeine injected directly into his bloodstream, yet what makes the experience all the more powerful are the strong arms enveloping him in a tight embrace. Too tight, he was half on an exhale when going under and wants to swim up but Kapkan doesn’t let him, cradles him close and makes no move to swim to the surface, so Glaz starts struggling. Panic sets in and when he reaches down to pinch Kapkan’s inner thigh as hard as he can, large air bubbles escape the other man’s mouth. At least it’s successful: they rise.

“Fuck”, he spits out when he can breathe can, coughs and coughs into Kapkan’s face because suddenly, he’s too close and did he just try to kiss Glaz while he’s still recovering from nearly drowning? “What are you -”

It was a mistake putting his hand anywhere between Kapkan’s legs. The iron grip around his wrist hurts, even underwater, and his hand is uncomfortably pressed against the other Russian’s swimming trunks. Glaz moves his fingers to not cramp up and oh, hello. At least this time Kapkan’s dick isn’t being shoved into his face. The next attempt is successful and cold lips move against his, hurried, forceful, and then Glaz’ back hits the side of the pool with Kapkan’s body caging him in.

He should’ve known it would be unceremonious like this, the byproduct of a struggle, a line crossed stumbling instead of deliberately stepping over it. “Ask me”, he gasps and gives in, obliges: his fingers wrap around the flesh swelling despite the coolness of the water and he deepens the kiss. But not for long. He won’t be the passive party in this, and he demonstrates it by biting down on a lower lip.

“Like that”, Kapkan purrs against his chest and begins moving his hips against Glaz’ hand, the motion slow and almost sensual. He’s in a world of his own, thinking he’s won a prize of, well, something, thinking he’ll finally get… what? An awkward handjob by someone he was too cowardly to ask outright?

“Ask me”, Glaz repeats with more emphasis and feels his own body react. And how could it not, with a body mirroring his own in strength and build, with Kapkan panting in his ear and forcing his fist to remain where it is so he can fuck it. His fury has evaporated, was probably fed by the underlying anxiousness of quietly getting rejected, but now that it’s quite obvious Kapkan wants the same thing he does, all that’s left is stubbornness. That, and the desire to make Kapkan admit it.

He’s a match, though. Just as pig-headed.

And so, when he still hasn’t said anything else after more aborted kisses, Glaz tightens his grip, tightens it until Kapkan goes very, very still. His eyes are gorgeous up close. Glaz wants to feel him inside so badly, he momentarily forgets what he was doing and revels in the fantasy until a tongue dragging over his mouth catapults him back into the present.

“Suck me”, Kapkan whispers amid the soft gurgling of the waves they’re producing

Jesus fucking Christ. Glaz twirls them around with an annoyed sigh and, while wrestling the other man out of his shorts, hisses: “Why’d it take so fucking long?” All that Kapkan offers is an uncertain look as if he had mild doubts about what he just demanded, but they seem to dissipate as soon as Glaz lifts him out of the water. “Lie back.”

Wordlessly, Kapkan obeys, sits down on the edge, lower legs still dangling in the water, and leans backwards, propping himself up on his elbows so he can watch. His cock is proudly jutting straight up into the air, wet and dark and delicious, and in one fell swoop, Glaz captures its head between his lips.

They don’t have much time. He’ll have to make this quick.

Under the taste of chlorine, there’s skin and Kapkan, and he savours the taste on his tongue as he swirls it around the tip generously. Having draped himself over his friend’s thighs, his weight holds Kapkan down which turns out to be necessary as he’s pushy. His hips twitch and tilt, try to thrust upwards further into Glaz’ mouth and as if that wasn’t bad enough, there’s a hand on his head pushing down.

Somehow, he manages to free himself and glare at his dishevelled friend, flushed and beautiful and flustered – and if it was any other situation, one where time wasn’t of the essence, he’d let Kapkan do whatever he wants. But not now. “I’ll bite”, he warns him seriously, “stop that shit. Behave.”

A curse is his response, but Kapkan obliges and withdraws his arm, and then throws his head back with another swear as Glaz swallows him whole. The flesh is piping hot and rock hard, just like Glaz’ own, and he sucks it down like it’s made of sugar, opens his throat, lets the tip hit the back of it. It pains him that he can’t relish in finally doing this, but hearing all these surprised grunts and sharp breaths has its own merit – not even the cool water can calm the vicious pulsing between Glaz’ legs and he idly tongues the ridge of Kapkan’s glans, wondering what it’d feel like inside him.

When he gets down to business, he can feel Kapkan’s muscles twitching and drinks in every hiss whenever he sucks hard. He’s not teasing anymore, instead bobbing his head in a relatively fast rhythm, using his tongue to exploit that sensitive spot on the underside and massaging the balls with one hand, squeezing out moan after moan. Kapkan is loud, much louder than he expected, and very appreciative. He seems to melt under Glaz’ ministrations and actually relaxes into the stimulation which is, well, lovely, but not goal-oriented. They need to be back in twenty, maybe fifteen minutes. And thanks to Glaz’ stunt earlier, they’ll need to clean up a second time.

He pulls off the cock in his mouth with a wet noise and once again addresses his friend: “Come on. I want to feel you pulsing in my throat.”

It’s more forthright than he’d normally be, but circumstances necessitate it. Not like Kapkan seems to mind, if the scandalised yet intrigued expression is anything to go by – he also tenses up noticeably as Glaz takes him back in to the hilt, stomach muscles fluttering and contracting when Glaz reaches up to gently rub over an erect nipple. “Filthy mouth”, Kapkan rumbles and lets out an echoing moan when his nipple is twisted between two fingers. He’s so hot. Glaz wishes he could blow him for hours, but alas. “Never would’ve guessed you’re that perverted. Go deeper. Yes.”

Glaz nearly chokes himself on Kapkan’s dick with no regrets and increases the tempo, sucks even harder and deprives himself of oxygen, and the pay-off is worth it. With another loud groan, Kapkan shudders, his entire body going taut, and his cock throbs in Glaz’ mouth, shooting out bitter liquid in spurts, in time with soft rolls of his hips. He finally made him come, finally blew him to completion and it was everything he hoped for. Watching Kapkan’s expression slip from need to utter bliss is as satisfying as he’d hoped, and he gladly swallows around the erection clogging his throat.

When he pulls free again, his friend is lying flat on the tiles, breathing hard and contemplating existence. He looks shattered, more spent than after a training session and Glaz would really like to hug him. Instead, he instinctively reaches down and grabs his neglected cock, harder than it’s been for weeks (since the day he made an implicit bet with Kapkan and went to bed early, dreaming up scenarios similar to this one). Right in front of him, a naked Kapkan is recovering from what looks like to have been a mind-blowing orgasm, and as Glaz takes him all in, marvels at his form, the softening dick gives a last feeble twitch.

Shit.

Okay, he’ll be quick.

He discards his own swimwear, just leaves it floating away, and lifts himself out of the water. Kapkan has barely time to react before Glaz is straddling him, trying not to cream himself from the skin contact alone, and as revenge for all the shoving previously, Glaz guides one of his friend’s hands between their naked bodies. “Do it”, he prompts quietly, desperation colouring his voice and Kapkan must’ve noticed or else he might not have complied so fast. Calloused fingers close around Glaz’ shaft and dear god, this will be an embarrassingly quick affair.

Kapkan wastes no time and jerks him fast from the get-go, almost brutal (probably how he himself likes it and the thought causes Glaz’ knees to go weak), and it’s not only water droplets hitting Kapkan’s flat belly now. The sudden intense stimulation has Glaz whimpering and fighting it, wanting more or maybe less, who’s to say – certainly not his short-circuited mind. He barely has the brain capacity left to suck Kapkan’s other middle finger into his mouth but he does notice his friend’s eyes darkening upon the realisation.

When the finger enters him, he buries his face in the crook of Kapkan’s neck and moans. He imagines it’s Kapkan himself, pictures them rolling around on a mattress with all the time in the world, harsh thrusts and nails raking over his back and Kapkan stares into his soul as he pumps load after load into him, and Glaz is moving his hips now, grinding down against Kapkan’s hand and he doesn’t care how fucking needy he must seem because he wants this. The hand on his cock is merciless, the speed unwavering and it’s flirting with being too much – there’s vague pain there but isn’t that normal, where Kapkan is concerned?

The digit inside buries itself even deeper and brushes over his sweet spot which he rewards with a whine, so Kapkan does it again and again, and with several weeks’ worth of anticipation, with the memory of a hard dick poking his cheek, with Kapkan’s taste still on his tongue, Glaz is shoved over the edge. He shivers violently, isn’t even sure what kind of noise escapes his lips as his climax shakes him to the core, traps him in ecstasy for half an eternity during which he’s hardly aware of anything around him – and when he realises he’s coming all over Kapkan’s chest while his friend is milking him expertly enough to prolong his orgasm, it’s another half. Kapkan lets him ride it out and brings him down gently, doesn’t overdo it and withdraws when Glaz puts a hand on his wrist.

Glaz’ relief is overwhelming and lasts throughout his afterglow: a minute or two during which he sits up, calms his racing heartbeat and inspects the mess he made on pale skin before him. They finally did it. And Kapkan doesn’t even look like he regrets it. He… looks like nothing, really, expression empty as he doesn’t even move to wipe the semen off him, and doubts slowly begin to overtake the pleasant exhaustion in Glaz’ bones.

“Can I kiss you?”, he asks meekly and feels silly, perched on top of another man who had his finger inside him mere minutes ago, and yet he’s not confident enough to just lean down and do it.

Kapkan examines him attentively. “Don’t make this weird.”

“You made it weird a long time ago.”

Visibly uncomfortable with the topic, Kapkan drags him down with enough force to make their teeth click, and though the angle is odd and their noses are in the way, the gesture counts. Glaz feels his muscles relax during the brief kiss and smiles as he comes back for air. When Kapkan smiles back, the fact that they still have to clean everything, including themselves, and that they’ll be really late with no excuse at all loses its threat.

They shower together, joking some more about the SAS operators’ pool habits, and then quickly sweep the floor once again. Stepping out into the blinding sunshine is like running into a wall, the heat is unbearable and tiring. Glaz almost wants to fall asleep standing up.

“Just so we’re clear, you lost that bet”, Kapkan tells him, blinking into the brightness instead of looking him in the eyes. “So you owe me a favour.”

Glaz’ lips curl into a grin. “Of course. You only need to ask.”

And while Kapkan doesn’t respond, there’s a certain glint in his eye which is full of promises and reassurance.

[incorrect-r6s]

will you do cute fluffy hc's on Glaz? c:

- big fan of drawing his partner. not even in an artistic setting, they'll be eating dinner and he'll pull out his sketchbook just to draw them.

- he loves hot cocoa. especially at night, or early in the morning. he likes to make some just for him and his partner, and fuze is annoyed when he goes to drink some and there's none left.

- actually prefers to be the little spoon.

- he's fine with his partner stealing the blankets, as he's used to cooler temps.

- fond of bringing them little gifts. especially mechanical pencils, that's his go too thing.

- loves forehead kisses. he finds them romantic and gentle, an act of trust, he calls it.

[solari-writes-things]

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

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

🛑 WARNINGS: NONE! 🛑

✨ Pairing: Glaz x Reader

gif credit to the OP.

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

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

But regardless, you were thankful for it.

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

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

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

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

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

He shows his affection in any way that he can.

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

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

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

And every day is a goddamn love song, practically.

You frequently find him paying close attention to you.

Usually with his sketchbook in hand.

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

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

Hobbies, sitting and scrolling on your phone.

Anything, really.

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

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

You opened it just to calm the curiosity.

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

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

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

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

He isn't shy about your relationship.

Hand holding, holding your waist while you walk.

He frequently gives you a kiss on your temple.

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

Give you tips and tricks.

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

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

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

Never you, not that you would mind.

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

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

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

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

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

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