#r6s tachanka fanfic

[n3ssier]

hi! can i please request headcanons for spetsnaz guys returning home and seeing their partner sleeping with their clothes on or hugging their coat? kind of like "i miss my husband so ill steal his clothes" type of thing 😭

YES THIS IS SOOO CUTE OML i hope this is okay for ya !

spetsnaz coming home from a mission to find their s/o sleeping in or hugging their clothes <3

glaz

•when timur gets home from a long mission, the first thing he wants to do is go through to the bedroom and see you, but he typically chooses the more rational option. this is to put his bag away and shower first, so he doesn’t hug/kiss you while still all sweaty and dirty

•quickly rinses himself in the shower before chucking on some sweatpants and going through to see you in you guys’ shared bedroom

•when he walks through he notices you laying atop the covers, instead of underneath them as usual, almost as if you were waiting on him getting home before he unfortunately got stuck in traffic on the highway

•just as timur would feel a tinge of guilt for keeping you waiting, you would stir in your sleep and roll over on to your back; thats when he notices the hoodie you’re wearing, its his :o

•just wants to admire you all night long

•you’ll wake up to his snores in the morning, as well as the sun shining in at you two, which is a much needed surprise, compared to the fact that you’ve woken up alone the past few days while he was on his mission

•compliments and flatters you all morning for sure😭

kapkan

•when maxim gets home he’s exhausted but forces himself to stay awake long enough to tidy himself up and but his bag away

•walks into the bedroom but stops at the doorframe as he sees you asleep in bed, seeing your arms wrapped around his coat which was peeking above the covers of the bed

•his straight face is definitely hiding the excitement he feels at seeing you so cute

•slowly takes off the covers and as gently and slowly as he can, takes the coat away from you before taking its place in your arms and tucking the two of you back into the covers 

•the next morning you feel him in your arms in place of the coat and cant help but feel sooo relieved to have him back

•this mf is smiley that morning, but wont actually say admit it

•you ask him why he’s smiling and he’s just like “what? uhh no i’m not” and when you insist that he’s smiling about something he claims “i’m just happy to see you”

fuze 

•shuhrat prefers to show his love through actions rather than words. he kinda guessed that you’d appreciate having his hoodie to sleep in while he was away, that is why he made sure to spray his cologne on your favourite clothes of his without telling you before he left.

•when he gets home however many days later, he changes out of his work clothes and empties his bag before rushing through to go sleep

•he stops in his tracks after seeing you though

•at the sight of you he stops, and he just stands there smiling, he’s so happy that you actually did sleep in his clothes like he had guessed, and hopes to himself that you appreciated the extra spray of cologne he put on them, wondering if you noticed or not.

•shuhrat will wrap his arms around you tight and go to sleep, excited to talk to you in the morning when you’re awake

•you wake up and he’s not in bed, panicking because you know he should’ve gotten home overnight. but then almost perfectly on time he comes into the room with coffee (or tea, or hot chocolate, or water, or whatever u prefer) and breakfast.

•watches your face as you’re eating to see if you like it or not and smiling, then he mentions that he saw you in his clothes last night, laughing as you express your embarrassment since you don’t usually wear his clothes. although he reassures you that you can wear them whenever you want, and after this day it becomes a regular thing

tachanka

•alexsandr misses you like hell oml

•when he gets home he just goes straight through to the bedroom and changes, not paying notice to how loud he’s being

•just rips the covers off of you so that he can get into bed aswell, but that causes you to stir in your sleep and he panics, remembering you are there and realising that he has nearly woken you up

•when he sees you with your arms wrapped around his big ass hoodie belonging to him he feels so proud, like shedding a single tear typa moment because he just couldn’t believe it, he thinks you look soooo cute

•nearly wakes you in the morning again when he gets up to make you breakfast, i don’t think he can help it atp

•you wake up to the fire alarm because he nearly burns the house down whilst making ur breakfast

•you wake up to him coming in the room with a tray consisting of coffee (or tea, hot chocolate etc) and a pretty poor attempt at eggs and bacon, he tried his best

•he will plant a kiss on your head and tell you how much he’s missed you

[angelaiswriting]

The Contest (4 of 7) | some R6S guys x fem!reader

✏️ Pairing: Tachanka 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. Alex is on another level. (Straight out of a dream @kind-wolf​ had)

✏️ A/N: enjoy 😈

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

✏️ Word-count: 3,762

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

<< part three: timur <<  |  PART FOUR: ALEXSANDR  |  >> part five: dominic >>

Y/N had feared having to avoid Dominic after leaving Timur’s room because the fact that he had a rival in the head game field had been painted all over her face, even somehow visible in the way she walked. But there hadn’t been anyone outside her door when she reached it and as she hastily punched her code into the door pad, she had found herself heaving a sigh of relief.

The next day, though, avoiding Dominic had become a feat. He was growing restless, and probably the fact that some of his friends were eating her out was exciting him more than he had anticipated or that he could have thought. More than she could have ever thought, as well.

“C’mon,” he was saying, breathing down her neck from behind, his hands on her hips as he pressed himself against her rear. She was typing the last batch of data into the computer of the testing facility, and his constant distraction wasn’t helping her at all — not when she had been lost in her own thoughts for two days now. “We go down to the pool —” and his lips pressed kisses on the faint hickeys Timur had left behind — “and we have a good time. No one has to know.”

She cackled, typing the last numbers in before going over her work in search of mistakes in the transcription. “Are you so worried about this contest that you want to remind me what your cock feels like?” she asked eventually, turning around with a sly smile on her lips.

Her left hand, the one not holding the bluetooth keyboard, moved up to his throat for a moment, gave it a brief squeeze, before it trailed down his chest and stopped on his crotch.

He scoffed, bucking his hips forward and into her hand. “I’m not scared of shit. I know how good my game is. I don’t need to fear a stupid contest, I know I can make you scream with or without my cock, Hase.”

Her smirk made his smile falter for a second. “What, then? Would you like to witness? See your homies eat this —” and she moved one of his hands so that it was cupping her through her shorts — “pussy? Did you play with yourself when I was with Elias and Timur?”

She knew he loved the dirty talk. He got off of it, just as she did, there was no denying that. She’d climb mirrors if he talked dirty to her when she couldn’t have him — and it had happened on a mission, once.

“I did, yeah.” He grabbed her keyboard, put it down on the shelf to her side, and moved in between her legs, pulling her hips close to his. “But I know you have the day off, and me dicking you down won’t interfere with anything. I could take you right here, even with that security camera in the corner blinking at us. Let the security guys know how good you let me fuck you.”

She let his face inch closer to hers as her hands came up to grip his biceps, and when their lips brushed together with his clear intention of kissing her — and certainly slip his tongue into her mouth, something he hadn’t done in a few days now — she pushed him away.

“Don’t do this to yourself,” she warned him. “Don’t break the rules of the contest you fought so ardently for. This will be over in less than a week and when the winner has been announced and has had another go with me —”

“That’s not gonna happen, baby.”

“It is,” she nodded, cupping his cheeks before finally pressing a chaste kiss to his lips in the attempt of satiating him a little. “I said that would happen if I felt like it, and you agreed to it. What are you worrying about? You might even win, Dom. But after that happens, I’ll let you fuck me wherever you want. Even against this wall, for the security guys behind that camera. Friends with benefits, remember?”

He grunted against her lips and he rolled his eyes. But then, after having mulled her words over in his head, he heaved a sigh. “Fine, one more week. I can get myself off just fine until then.”

A smirk stretched on her lips and she had to do her best to hide her chuckle. “That’s my good boy.”

*

She was in the gym that afternoon. She hadn’t expected to have a day off from the contest, and not even to find herself bored to the bone and almost pissed off at the idea that she didn’t have some oral sex to look foward to that day. It was cute that they cared about her, but the night before with Timur and the knowledge that Dominic had the worst hots for her had left her in a mood that required more than the machines in the gym facility could help her with.

And it felt atrocious. To not be able to stop thinking about some men that had always been just friends to her, but that had had — and would soon have — their mouths eating her out. And to have to endure this without saying anything, not after how adamantly she had stressed her own fucking rules…

The cold shower she took in the gym helped her more than training had, though, and she found herself standing there, immobile, under the steady stream of water raining down her face and into her eyes every now and then. The anxiousness and that weird and heavy sensation that had kept her whole body in a grip slowly left her muscles, until all that she was left with was the post-workout exhaustion.  Little by little, the feeling came back to her limbs and she became aware of the pulsing sensation in her knuckles and the heaviness in her legs.

It was uncomfortable — but at the same time, not even in a weird way, just what she had been looking for.

She turned off the water, her skin covered in almost painful goosebumps, and grabbed the towel from the hanger. The sigh that left her lips was almost an involuntary moan when she pressed her face against the soft fabric of the towel and breathed its clean smell in.

Her back to the doorless frame that led back to the locker room, she took her time drying herself off and as she did so, she missed Alexsandr walking in and standing in the way, staring right at her. Hadn’t her mind been somewhere else, she would have picked up on the soft, almost squeaky sound his sneakers made on the tiled floor — or so she would try to convince herself a few hours later, when she’d be back in her room with a vibrator between her legs.

But then she turned around, her hands busy toweling her breasts off, and she saw the man standing there, towering in the door frame with an unreadable expression on his face.

“I am horny,” he stated, matter-of-factly. His hands were intermittently closing into fists and even from the other side of the shower room, she could see how heavily his chest heaved with every breath he took.

There was no stopping that moan that left her lips upon hearing his blunt honesty. Absent-mindedly, one of her hands came back up and her fingers spread wide to cup a boob, the perked nipple peeking through from between index and middle finger.

“I have been trying to get myself off, but I can’t stop thinking about eating you out,” he continued, his eyes never leaving hers, his feet rooted to the spot he had stopped in. His left hand moved to grab himself from above his sweatpants, almost as though to highlight his point.

Her legs trembled and while he smirked slightly at the sight, she managed to get a grip on herself.

“I know I haven’t warned you one day in advance as you wanted.” His eyes were fixed on her naked form — surely on her vulva, but definitely on her breast, as well. “But I really —” and he took one step forward — “really want to have the taste of you in my mouth.”

The air burned her lungs, both on the way in and on the way out. She stared at him, his words echoing in her mind, and she pictured this man — this mentor of sorts — fisting himself and not managing to come, just to then go and walk around the base to look for her with a badly concealed boner raging in his pants.

Her towel dropped to the floor and Y/N found herself taking a couple of wobbly steps forward, paying attention to how she moved so as not to slip and fall. She had already given herself a bump on the head when she slipped in the shower once, and she wasn’t in the mood to re-live such an accident when she could, in fact, be getting head.

“I don’t know what you’re waiting for, then, Alex,” she managed to squeak out.

She was doing her best not to pay it too much attention, but she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious somehow. This man much older than her was standing there fully dressed, and his gaze made her skin burn as it scanned over her body as if to commit every detail to memory. Elias and Timur had seen her naked as well, but she had been prepared for that — she had known they would come and she had made sure to be found as perfect as she could. But Alexsandr took her by surprise and suddenly, part of her brain was second guessing herself.

He moved closer. His movements were slow and measured, and for a moment he did feel like some sort of predator. “You are so beautiful,” he said. There was surprise in his voice and that had blood rushing to her cheeks.

“Did you use to think I wasn’t?”

His hands settled on her hips, his fingertips pressing into her flesh and squeezing twice, almost experimentally. Then, they moved upward, caressed her sides until his thumbs stopped underneath the swell of her breasts.

Although his breath was scorching hot on her skin, there were goosebumps tugging at it.

“I never tried to picture you naked before the contest,” he replied after what felt like an eternity of her heart drumming wildly against her ribcage.

His lips brushed against her right temple and he inhaled her smell, his hands moving up her back and then back down her spine again.

“But I see now I won’t be able to stop thinking about you.”

He pulled back a little, just enough to be able to stare into her eyes again, before his gaze swiped lower, down her breasts. His hands came up, covered her boobs and kneaded their flesh. Her nipples ended up between his thumbs and forefingers, and she fought to breathe when he rolled them between rough fingers.

She only realized he was slowly making her take steps backward when her back touched the freezing cold tiled wall of the room.

“So young and beautiful,” he murmured against her cheek before dropping to his knees with a heavy thud. She didn’t know whether he felt pain at that, but it was also true that she didn’t spend too long thinking about it, not when he grabbed one of her legs and raised it to rest it over his shoulder, never once breaking eye contact.

His forehead leaned forward, then, and as he pressed it against her lower belly, he inhaled again.

“I can faintly smell your arousal,” was what he said, voice low and raspy as he fixed himself inside his sweatpants. “Can’t wait to taste you.”

He hummed with closed lips against her skin, and she swore she could feel the vibrations of the sound he made throughout her whole body.

The temptation of biting back with something along the lines of Then why don’t you? tickled the tip of her tongue, but somehow she couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud. She didn’t know what it was about him in this moment, but she knew she’d do anything he told her to — and that she’d let him do anything he wanted if she didn’t manage to remain lucid enough to remember only mouth and fingers were allowed in the game.

His head turned to the side, toward the leg draped over his shoulder, and he somewhat gently bit down before swiping his tongue over his mark. That jolt of pain came unexpectedly and in her attempt to keep her balance, her arms shot out: she grabbed his free shoulder with one hand and his hair with the other. But she didn’t have time to complain, for his nose was already bumping into her clit.

He groaned — at her smell, at how wet she was, at the situation as a whole, she didn’t know, but it didn’t matter.

His thumbs parted her inner labia and his tongue came out to trace her entrance. When he groaned again this time, she felt herself clench around nothing as the back of her head thudded against the wall and her gaze fixed itself on a crack in one of the tiles at the other side of the shower room.

He licked her again, and this time his tongue ended up a bit deeper than the first time. Then he repeated the action. Again. And. Again. And each time the movement of his tongue seemed to become more focused, in a way, making her pulse all over as her breath was cut short.

“I love your taste,” he groaned.

One of his thumbs came up to circle her clit, and the middle finger of his other hand slipped into her achingly slowly. When she opened her eyes — to order him what, she had no clue —, she found him already staring up at her, his chin wet and his lips stretched into a proud smirk.

She couldn’t look away, hypnotized as she was by this mountain of a man on his knees for her. There was something in the sight itself that made her clench around his finger, and that was the moment he waited for to add another. She didn’t find it in herself to remind him to eat her out, because she knew, somehow, deep down, that it would be his mouth that would make her orgasm and not his fingers. He knew how to play a game and although he didn’t necessarily play to win, he didn’t exactly play to participate either.

When he started fucking her with a third finger as well, his head moved back between her legs and his lips latched onto her clit. Her heart was in her throat, in the pit of her stomach, her ears. Christ, even in her toes! Her breathing trembled with each exhale and even though his mouth and fingers on and inside her turned her silly, with whimpers and moans falling from her lips she had no control over, she kept her eyes on his and he seemed to bask in it.

The coil in her stomach was tightening and the more he flicked or sucked her clit, or the more his fingers teased her from the inside, the tighter it seemed to become, until it was hard to keep standing on her left leg. It was trembling, and if it wasn’t for Alex’s hand on her stomach and his shoulders keeping her pressed against the wall, she knew she’d fall.

“Fuck, I’m…”

But her body went stiff, her lungs stopped working, and her eyelids closed shut under the blinding orgasm that washed over her all of a sudden, in a way. Her brain switched off and when it rebooted, it seemed to be working on a slower program than usual.

When she did come back to her senses, though, she had to push Alexsandr’s head away from her core and when she looked down, chest heaving painfully as she fought to breathe somewhat regularly, his chin was glistening with her juices.

He withdrew his fingers, then, and put her trembling leg back down so that he could stand up.

“Open your mouth,” he instructed, and she did so without a second thought. Then, when his fingers were resting heavily on her tongue, she closed it again and sucked them clean. She moaned at her own taste, and although her cheeks were burning and she was dying to look away, to avert her gaze from his, she found herself unable to do so. “You taste divinely,” he hummed. Then, when he pressed closer to her and his lips brushed against her earlobe, he almost made her knees give out. “I would’ve never thought you’d squirt, though.”

She gasped, and he took the chance to take his fingers out of her mouth.

“Now I can go and have my orgasm,” he declared, happy both with the result he had had and with the fact that he had finally done his part in the contest.

But when she exclaimed a pointed No!, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“No, please, one more time.”

He stopped in his tracks, taken aback by her words for a moment before they registered and he picked her up in his arms and her lips crashed against his. The kiss was searing, all tongues and teeth as he blindly walked back into the locker room.

“I want to sit on your face this time,” she whispered against his lips, eyes boring into his as she ground herself against his crotch. “Can I?”

He smirked and had she known her legs would turn to jelly and she’d have trouble walking after, she would’ve asked him to take her back to either of their rooms. “You are the judge,” he pointed out, kneading the flesh of her buttcheeks in his hands as he still had her in his arms. “This contest is for you as well.”

She wasn’t down on her feet for too long: Alexsandr pushed two benches together and although she hadn’t thought it possible, together they were large enough for him to fit. He laid down on his back, his feet firmly planted on the floor, and he stretched one hand out for her to grab so that he could guide her.

The position was uncomfortable, with no padding between the cold and hard surface of the benches and her knees when she straddled the upper part of his chest, but she knew Alex knew how to make up for it. He moved his arms out of the way so that she could lay her shins flat on the surface, and then grabbed a hold of her thighs in his strong hands to guide her down toward his face.

“Sit, zayka,” and she could clearly hear the smirk in his voice when he spoke.

She lowered herself closer, her hands planted on his chest and her fingertips digging into his pectorals, when his breath hitting her still sensitive core made her huff out and squirm.

Nothing would have prepared her for the whine that scratched her throat on the way up when he suckled on her clit and his nose brushed right between her folds. Her arms failed her when he started eating her out again, and she found herself leaning forward on him.

He was still hard in his pants, and the sight of him alone would have been enough to make her moan out loud, unconcerned that someone could walk by the locker room and overhear her literally losing her mind with a man’s face buried tongue-deep inside her pussy.

“Alex.”

He hummed against her, his hands pulling her down flush against his face — and if there was someone other than Dominic that she was sure could breathe out of their ears as the man had joked about, then that was Tachanka.

She caught him groaning something in Russian, something she would have most likely understood hadn’t she been lost in the pleasure that was gripping every fiber of her being. His tongue dived into her and when he spanked one of her buttcheeks, one of her hands slammed down on his thigh, just this shy of slipping underneath the waistband of his sweatpants and wrapping around his erection. She had to bite down on the other to keep herself from being too loud.

It took her a while for her brain to connect with her body and pick up on the slow grinding of her hips on his face. She tried stopping the automatic movement, but another one of his slaps — on her other buttcheek this time — told her she should continue.

“I need…” She was stuttering, head completely empty but for thoughts of him — and the sight of him in front of her. If he won — and there were hella high chances that he would come out of that contest as its winner —, she knew where else she wanted to have him. “Fuck, I—” but her jaw went slack, both hands now gripping at the sides of the bench to keep herself up, and she couldn’t even finish forming her thought in her mind.

He slapped her ass again. Two of his fingers plunged inside her without notice and his lips wrapped around her clit. The air left her lungs, and what would have been a high-pitched moan turned out silent when she came. Hard.

When she came back to her senses, she was lying down against his chest, her head on his thigh and her nose barely brushing against his crotch. There was a darker stain on the fabric where he had come inside his sweatpants, and she moaned at the thought that he had most likely gone commando just to go and look for her.

“Did you—”

He chuckled, and she felt the vibrations throughout her body. “Da,” he replied, almost even proud of it.

She whimpered when he went back to kitten-licking her. Her glutes contracted and her thighs trembled, her pussy still sensitive and pulsing in the aftermath of her orgasm.

“You make the cutest sounds,” he continued after a while, one of his fingers tracing her opening before he licked her again, his tongue flattening against her. “I could spend the rest of my days right in this position.”

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[fandom-imagines-stuff]

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

Imagine

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

Spetsnaz:

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

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

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

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

“Y/N is going to be the end of me.”

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

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

“Alexs, say something!” 

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

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

Fuze would let out a deep sigh. 

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

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

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

“блядь” (shit)

Would take big steps to where his car is parked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Glaz is trained to be calm at any given situation.

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

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

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

Intensely focused on the road and his surroundings. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Strategist, even outside of his work.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SAS:

Sledge is at your location in no time.

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

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

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

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

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

Walks you to the car and keeps on asking questions.

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

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

Will hug you tight.

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

Mute will ignore the beeping sound coming from his phone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Says nothing during or after the ride back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thatcher is a force no one can stop.

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

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

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

Motions you to sit and wait in the car.

“I’ll be right back.”

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

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

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

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

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

[love-change-machines]

Part 8 of Love, Change, and Machines

Burn Out (August 15, 2055)

Gustave’s POV

I let the two Russians sleep in the infirmary for the night; I would kick most out as there is no need for them to be there, but nothing like this has ever happened before now. My teammates have called me a workaholic as if it’s a bad thing, but right now I feel like I’m going to pull my hair out. I’ve been working for 2 months straight trying to find out what went wrong with the neural port but so far there’s nothing. Well except for the large amount of data interaction between the headset and an unknown, but secure, source. I know it was from Xenith but I have no evidence as all the data was encrypted. It was their god damn headsets and yet they refused to help! I feel like a crazy person! Not to mention Maxim’s mystery stroke; all of the blood samples I took say everything is working normally, he should be healthy as a bull, yet here we are. C’est impossible. I need a good drink and some rest; everything else can come tomorrow.

Third Person POV

Maxim and Alexsandr were still glued to each other; Maxim woke first and realized they were still in the infirmary,

“Sasha, Sasha! Wake up!” Maxim whispered this while slightly shaking Alex,

“Another nightmare” Alexsandr managed to mumble out from his deep slumber,

“No, we’re still in the infirmary Doc probably wants us out” Maxim answered, but he was slightly flustered that Alexsandr was first concerned with his health,

“I’m sure its fin-” Alexsandr couldn’t finish his sentence as they heard a crashing sound and Alexsandr shot up and slightly moved Maxim behind him,

“What was that” Maxim asked with his face slightly reddened by Alexsandr’s instinct to protect him,

“I think it came from the mess hall”  Alexsandr answered while Maxim slowly got up to get dressed, but this time he didn’t ask Alexsandr to look away and the older russian didn’t fear to look while Maxim changed.

“Just stay behind me” Alexsandr asked while they made their way out of the infirmary,

“Please we’d be safer with me leading,” Maxim teased. 

They made their way to the mess hall, tension rising as they approached and the banging got louder,

“Hey you two lovebirds are finally up, come have a drink with me!” Doc slurred out extending his arms in welcoming,

“Holy shit have you ever seen Doc this drunk” Alexsandr chuckled at Maxim,

“Unbelievable” Maxim had never seen Doc this drunk and already knew something was up, but Tachanka was more interested in drinking with Gustave,

“You French don’t know how to drink” Alexsandr teased while reaching for a bottle of vodka. They both made their way to Gustave’s table and sat with him and Tachanka poured himself a drink; offering Maxim a glass,

“As much as I enjoy some good vodka I can’t” Maxim said pushing the empty cup away,

“Oh yeah sorry about that, more for me!” Alexsandr laughed,

“Oh yeah! Maxim’s brain is melting. No more work talk!” Doc replied slightly annoyed while saying the last sentence. Maxim was slightly concerned by this sentence but assumed it was the alcohol talking.

“When are you two going to get together?!” Doc asked. This was bizarre for Doc to be acting this way, Kapkan and Tachanka had never seen Doc behave this way. Before replying they both looked at each other, and Maxim gave a small nod to Alexasndr,

“Too late Doc, Maxim’s already mine” Alexsandr announced with a glowing smile while Maxim knew he was blushing furiously

“No way! I bet it's from me, I'm a matchmaker!” Doc was way too proud of this,

“I guess you did, nice work” Alexsandr replied, patting Doc on the back; Maxim just glared at them. Tonight was going to be great dealing with a drunk Tachanka,

“Y’know this whole health thing is so annoying, I’m supposed to know everything about health but your little weird brain just decided to do this” Doc was slurring his speech while pointing to Maxim’s head and Maxim could barely understand it, Alexsandr looked at Kapkan with a confused face and he mouthed, “I’ll explain later”

“Doc, how much have you had to drink?” Kapkan asked,

“Only like, i don't know, 3-4. .. 5 glasses of wine” Doc slurred out,

“Okay first we are going to set this down” Kapkan explained while he pried the glass of wine out of Doc’s hands

“Aw c’mon” Doc complained

“Maxim you’re no fun” Tachanka added only getting a glare from Kapkan.

“Why don’t we go to sleep?” Kapkan knew he was basically mothering Doc, but right now he didn’t care. He’d never seen Doc drink like this, sure a beer or glass or wine here and there, but never like this; this was full on shitfaced drinking. As they got up Doc had to lean on his shoulder to stand. Tachanka kept claiming he wasn’t drunk, but Kapkan knew he would be at least tipsy by the time they got to their room.

Kapkan’s POV

“I can’t believe he was that drunk” I told Tachanka on our way to our room,

“He was so drunk I didn't even know what he was saying. Classic French, can’t handle liquor”

Tachanka laughed,

“Yeah good thing I got him to sleep or you two would be seeing who could drink more” I replied,

“Obviously me,” Tachanka laughed before we made it to our room. I signaled for Tachanka to be quiet,

“No one is awake how would they-” I quickly covered the buffoons mouth, and then Tachanka realized what he said,

“You’re drunk” I told him, “I’m tipsy there’s a difference, trust me” Tachanka laughed. He wasn’t wrong. Once he and Glaz had a drinking competition, Tachanka won, but they were so drunk I had to put both of them to sleep and Tachanka tried to hit on me, all in Russian. At the time I assumed it was just the alcohol, but I blushed thinking about how clueless I was then,

“Can we sleep in your bed, you have that fancy blanket” Tachanka asked. Technically it wasn’t a blanket, it was a bear pelt, but I’m not in the mood to wake up my roommates with that discussion,

“Yes if it will keep you quiet” I hissed trying to quiet the excitement in my voice, he instinctively wanted to sleep with me,

“I think the bigger problem is keeping you quiet” Tachanka gave me a suggestive look that I could barely see in the darkness,

“Alex our first time is not going to be while you’re drunk and our teammates, our friends, are in the same room” I sighed at the Russian,

“Fine then i guess you’re just going to have to keep yourself off me all night” Alexsandr laughed while he sat on the bed making it creak,

“Just go to sleep old man” I teased,

“Fine, come here” Alexander conceded, extending his hand to me, which I took, and pulled me into the bed. I grabbed and pulled the pelt over us, and we laid there in the silence for some time,

“You smell like vodka” I teased

“That's how you know it's me, my signature scent” Alexsandr chuckled,

“You’re not the only person that drinks” I retorted,

“Well I just smell better than them”

“You just smell old” I teased, but I did know Tachanka by his scent. It was indescribable but I loved it, it made me feel safe.

Tachanka laughed at this comment and we returned to laying there, looking each other in the eyes. His eyes were bright even in the darkness, he was like a burning sun wherever he went; I love that about him. I had to kiss him at that moment, it was just a peck, but it just helped remind me he’s mine.

“Told you you’d have a hard time keeping to yourself princess” Alexsandr mumbled while laughing. I couldn’t care to respond and before long I could hear him slightly snoring and that was all I needed to finally fall asleep.

(August 16, 2055)

“I was right! I called this months ago!” Jäger barged into our room

“Marius stop” Bandit quickly followed behind, trying to stop his companion

“What the-” was all I could mumble out before Marius filled my field of view,

“When were you going to tell us you two are together” Marius beckoned,

“What time is it?” I asked, still trying to figure out what was going on

“Stop deflecting and just answer my question” Marius tried to slap my shoulder but stopped; then I remembered the position I was in. I looked to my side and saw Alexsandr, very close up, I was basically crawling into him. So close Marious couldn’t even slap my shoulder,

“We’ve been together since two days ago get in the loop” Alexsandr tried to boom, bu sleep tugged the power down, “Now shut up I have a headache”

“Are you hungover? Oh my god. Did you two?” Marius had a mischievous look in his eyes and excitement tugged at his lips; Dominic started to look interested and stopped trying to stop Jager as much,

“Oh my god! No! I didn’t drink, I can’t drink!” I exclaimed

“You can’t drink!” Dominic and Marius were both shocked,

“Are you sure you won't die, isn’t 50% of Russian blood pure alcohol” Dominic laughed making Marius chuckle,

“It's actually 60% now leave” Alexsandr mumbled putting his hands on his eyes,

“Fine we’ll leave you lovebirds to yourselves, just make sure you see Doc later” Dominic said while laughing, Marius looked slightly annoyed, but he followed his friend out of the room. 

“I knew he wouldn’t let it go” I chuckled at Alexsandr while I rubbed circles on his forearm,

“Don’t make me laugh, it hurts” Alexsandr responded, “can we just lay in bed forever”

“Marius said Doc wants to see us, probably to apologize” I responded, but I wanted to stay in bed just as much as Alexsandr,

“He should,” Alexsandr mumbled. I laughed at the old man. He finally opened his eyes, slightly straining them as he did so. He looked at me and kissed me, “good morning princess”

“So now you’re okay with waking up” I said this just loud enough to make Alexsandr wince slightly,

“Asshole” He laughed and I felt like I was in heaven, how could this bundle of drunk joy be mine? I think he noticed my admiration and he moved his hand to cup my cheek and I closed my eyes, feeling his large callused fingers feel my face. My hands were callused as well but Sasha’s were different, more tender. He was everything I wasn’t, his smile beamed, his laugh boomed, he was tender and emotional. I was so lost in my thoughts I barely noticed that his hand had moved to my chin and pulled me into a kiss, when he pulled away I could only say one thing,

“I love you”

“me too”

“Sasha”

“yeah”

“Promise to never leave”

At hearing this Alexsandr moved my head so his eyes met mine, “I’d have to be crazy to leave someone like you, я люблю тебя навсегда максим (I love you forever, Maxim)”

“I’d probably hunt you down if you did” I teased and Alex’s laugh filled the silence,

“You wish you could hunt me down princess”

“You’re too old and slow to outrun me” Maxim teased, I was going to use this to finally get us out of bed to see Doc. I began to try and get up but Alex just held me tighter, this was a game and I knew Alexsandr would win,

“Sasha-” was all I could manage as he squeezed me,

“But I don’t want to get up” he was not afraid to whine

“Doc wants to see us, what if it's important?” I remembered everything that had been going on and worry flashed in my eyes for a second. But of course Alexsandr noticed this, he noticed every small detail about me, he slightly lightened his grip

“Hey, if it's important to you I’ll get up” Alex suddenly became serious and he started to get up. As soon he was up I felt the cold air against me, Damn he really is a space heater

“I know how to play you” I teased looking at Alex,

“Whatever you want to say princess” After this I got in the shower. I would shower with Alex, and I would be comfortable doing it, I just don’t know if I could stop myself from doing anything.

After we had both taken our showers we began to make our way to Doc’s office,

“It feels so nice to finally be clean, I haven’t showered in two days I think” I told Alexsandr

“You basically slept for both of them. And I for one am glad you showered because you were starting to smell” Alexsandr teased

“Oh please-” 

“At least now I don’t have to carry your heavy ass” 

“I’m not that heavy!” I yelled and all Alexsandr gave me was a glare. We walked the rest of the way there in silence, but I was okay with this as long as I was with Alexsandr.

“Doc? You asked for us?” Alexsandr beckoned into the infirmary, “I'm with Kapkan” they heard the shuffling of someone,

“I'll be there in a second, come on in!” Doc yelled. We both made our way and sat in the seats Doc motioned us to sit in some chairs, “ah never mind Maxim please sit in the bed and Alexsandr you can sit here” This made me slightly worried,

“First off I’d like to apologize for my behavior last night-” I cut him off

“Gustave, you’re fine we all have our moments” 

“Thank you, and thank you for getting me to sleep. Anyways I have good news and bad news” I was worried by what he said,

“Can we get the bad news first?” I asked looking at Alexsandr and he gave me a reassuring look,

“Well depending on your viewpoint it could be considered good news, but Alexsandr you’ve been put on indefinite medical leave-”

“But I’m not sick!” Alxsandr defended,

“I understand but this is just what I’ve been told. And for the good news, we have a way to prevent Kapkan’s brain from melting”

“What? How? I’m so confused” I said this with the most confusion ever, “How do we do this?”

“Well we just need to reestablish a connection to a neural headset” Doc hesitated to say this,

“Excuse me?! If you think you’re going to put one of those headsets on Maxim you are insane! You know what happened the last time! It nearly killed him!” Alexsandr was furious

“Alex, let Doc explain himself” I tried to reason with him,

“No! I’m not going to risk the lif-”

“Sasha!” My hands were on his face now, “I’m not getting any better as is”

“But-”

“Please, let Gustave speak” I was nearly pleading now

“Okay,” Alex finally conceded

“Well that's the thing, I’m not sure why this would work; this is what I’ve been told. But I have no other options” Doc was worried,

“What the fuck!” Alexsandr was standing now, “I’m not letting you play with your life like this Maxim”

I pulled on Sasha’s arm and was staring him in the eyes, “I need this to work, what other options do we have” Alex’s face was filled with worry,

“Maxim I promised I would never leave you” I’ve never seen Alexsandr like this,

“You’re not leaving me and you’re not changing my mind” I’ve never begged like this but I didn’t care, “Please if you want to support me; you’ll support this”

“I- i can’t lose you” I’ve never seen Alexsandr like this; this emotional, his eyes were wild and tears were tugging at the edges of his eyes,

“You won’t. I promise.” “Doc I’m going through with this, how long will it take to prepare?”

“It shouldn’t take long, but I will give you as long as you need to prepare” Doc explained

“Can I hold him, or can I atleast stay here with Maxim” Alexsandr asked, nearly pleading

“Do you know CPR, or what to do in case of a seizure” Doc asked

“Yeah, I was trained in both”

“Then yes if it makes the process easier” Doc answered, “Now I’ll give you two some time while I prepare the headset.” He walked away and immediately Alexsandr scooped me up and got into the bed with me, his breath shaking slightly,

“Sasha I’m going to be okay” my voice was slightly muffled my Alexsandr’s shirt,

“You don’t know that”

“I don’t but you’ll be here. Alex sometimes a hunter has to face the unknown” Even I was surprised at how calm I was, but in reality I was just as worried as Alexsandr, and I bet he could tell.

“Okay” He mumbled. I needed something else to think of, so I thought of me and Alex’s future

“After this, since we’re both off, we should visit your kids”

“What?”

“Y’know since we’ll always be together” “That would be nice” Alex smiled slightly and starting tracing invisible lines on my back,

“When did you know you loved me?” I asked,

“I don’t know, I guess it just happened”

“I still remember the moment when I realized I felt something. It was Christmas 2 years ago, when you and Fuze got drunk and started caroling. Shuhrat was a much better singer but I just couldn’t take my eyes off you, you had this goofy drunk smile on your face and whenever you looked at me it seemed even brighter. All I could think about was you, like the rest of the world didn’t matter and you were singing exclusively for me” I was chuckling a little at the end, that was a good Christmas,

“If I’d known you liked my caroling I would have done some last year” Alexsandr laughed, instantly helping me relax,

“No I think that's fine” I was only partly sarcastic,

“You’ll just have to wait until December to hear me carol” Alexsandr was fully laughing now. I kissed him, shutting him up instantly, I wanted this moment to last forever. It was passionate but careful until we unfortunately had to come up for air.

“We should probably tell Doc we’re ready” I reminded Alex

“Okay” Alex conceded

“Doc, we’re ready,” I announced. Doc walked in with the headset and I gulped, I pushed off Alex slightly to make room for Doc to apply the headset. He put it on my head and I was nervous and I gripped Alex’s hand,

“Sasha-”

“Everything will be okay” and he gave me a reassuring smile. I could feel his arm under my back wrapped around to my side,

“Initiating connection” Doc announced. I was staring into Sasha’s eyes as the world slowly went to black, Sasha, Sasha . . S- sa. . .

I woke up in a white room, “Rehoboam” I whispered under my breath.

“Yes?”

I was startled by the quick response “What the- ” This time I’m the predator. I won’t be this thing’s prey “I have some questions for you”

“Then I will endeavor to have some answers”

“What is this?”

“This is the bridge between your mind and mine”

“Why are you doing this? Why me?”

“Your mind is peculiar, Maxim, although all of the minds in Rainbow are useful to me. You are all some of the many primeovers this strategy relies on”

“What does that mean?”

“A primeover is an event, place, or person that will drastically affect the future. Maxim you and your associate, Alexsandr Senaviev are more important than you realize”

As soon as the machine mentioned Alexsandr I remembered our talk before I entered this place, but once I did a black flare appeared in the distance, “What is that?”

“A divergence of 1.18 Arc Degrees, please avoid it”

I didn’t give a damn what this machine wanted me to do, I am going to see what that is. The walk to it was surprisingly long. How big is this place? Once I arrived I saw it was an entrance, so naturally I entered watching where I stepped. I was entering enemy territory,

“Maxim, entering this space could harm yo-” The machine was cut off as soon as I entered and I was greeted by the same glowing black sphere, although now it was larger. More interestingly there was a console below it, and when I approached there was one thing displayed on its screen. View variants of strategy 47.136.X. I tapped on it and saw thousands of different scenes playing out. So many dead people. My jaw slowly dropped but I wasn’t prepared for what I saw next. Tachanka holding me, except, we’re both dead still in our gear

“T- tell me about his variant” I mumbled and the machine complied,

“Variant U.91.354-D, Subject DR-32606, Maxim Basuda, and subject DR-45712, Alexsandr Senaviev, are no longer viable”

“What the fuck happened?!”

“Diverging event in Albuquerque, New Mexico on January 13, 2056. Subject DR-32606 contracts a biological pathogen, in an unguided attempt to save his life DR-45712 contracts it as well. Before they turn they both terminate their continued existence”

“2056? Is this me and Tachanka’s future? Do I die in less than a year?”

“No, I see many futures. There are still variables, however, some are more desirable than others”

I was trying to stand my ground, not become prey again, but I wasn’t expecting this,

“What is the most desirable variant?” I asked, if I was going to be here, I was going to get answers

“Before you entered, variant T.607.34-Q was selected. Although your presence has changed the variables. Calculating . . . Variant P.519.01-C” After it said this a list of interventions was shown,

Consolidation of power in Xenith Crop.- 64.1%

Elimination of the White Group (“White Masks”) - April 13, 2061

Initiation of Outlier Program - 100%

Reinstatement of subjects DR-32606 and DR-45712 in Team Rainbow - November 17, 2055

Removal of subject UI-21354, Padamatti, Agastya - August 14, 2055

“What does this shit mean? Who are these people and what is an outlier?” I asked although I didn’t know if I wanted to know the answer,

“An Outlier is a subject who doesn’t follow my predictions. They are unpredictable or undesirable. The Outlier Program solves this by removing these people from the equation; even better is their genes are removed from the gene pool, removing the trait” Rehoboam answered

“W- what do you do with them?” I can’t believe I was hearing this

“They are put into cryosleep until the world fits them”

“Those are people you can’t just throw them away! That’s eugenics!” I yelled,

“Would you rather they die? This fate is a blessing compared to many.”

“But-” The machine cut me off

“Maxim, you are a man who when pushed reacts with extreme violence. A killer. Of all people you should understand predation”

The machine was only partly right,

“I suggest you leave this place before they remove your headset, after all I don't think you want to stay here, with me, forever.”

I completely forgot about them, and I didn’t want to be here forever. I started running back to where I came from and as soon as I exited the flare subsided and I was left alone in the white room.

Migraine, searing white pain.

“Maxim! Can you hear us?!”

“Doc what's happening?”

“I don’t know he should be awake!”

I gasped for breath and I nearly slammed my head into Doc’s concerned face, I looked around and saw Doc and Alexsandr both looking at each other then me, with worry and concern filling their faces

“Maxim! Can you hear me” Alexsandr yelled, I know he was only concerned for my health but right now I wanted to kill him for being that loud

“Holy shit” I covered my eyes “Turn the lights off and shut up” Doc turned off some of the brighter lights and I turned to bury my face into Tachanka. He reacted by gripping me tight,

“Maxim, can you hear me?” Doc asked in almost a whisper, but it felt like a knife

“Yes please stop talking or my brain might still melt” I replied, muffled by Alexsandr’s chest

Alex whispered for a moment alone with Maxim and he reluctantly agreed and we both just laid there for some time.

“What did you see?” Alex asked. My head finally hurt less. I partially didn’t want to answer, I didn’t want to scare him with what I saw because I know how he is.

“I was back in the white room and Rehoboam spoke to me. When I thought about you a black flare door opened and Rehoboam called it a divergence. I went in and saw Rehoboam’s plans” I paused,

“What do you mean?” Alex asked, picking up on my pause

“Sasha-” I paused again, “Are you sure?”

“Whatever you have to go through, I will go through with you” Why did he always know exactly what to say?

“I saw a variant of the future where we both die in battle. We killed ourselves to not become one of those creatures in New Mexico”

“W- what?” “Is that going to happen?” Alex tensed up

“Rehoboam said its an undesirable variant but that there are some variables”

“Maxim, don't think for a second that that machine can see the future, you hear me? I’m not going to let you become one of those things.” Alexsandr was very serious now and his voice thick with his accent, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes” I pulled up and kissed him and he cupped my cheek

“So when do you want to visit your kids?” I asked changing the topic,

“As soon as Doc releases you” Alex said with a smile.

[imagine-that-r6s]

Oh Baby [Tachanka (Alexsandr Senaviev) x Reader]

Requesting: Please put the genre (Misc, angst, fluff) as a letter (M,A,F) and the number. For headcannons, just tell me you want em! They can be a prompt list item. Special requests may have extra steps. Stay safe ya’ll, I love you guys!

Pairing: Tachanka (Alexsander Senaviev) x Reader

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

Genre/Word count: Fluff/2k

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

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

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

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

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

“Clinically dead! Two whole minutes!”

“REBORN!”

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

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

“What’s wrong?”

“Just thinking about that day.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are the results?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘How’s his dick game?’

‘Congratulations, you’ll do wonderful’

‘I’m gonna spoil your kid.’

‘You should name it Max Goose.’

‘Ew why would anyone want that name?’

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

[i-dnt-know-either]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Tom Clancy's Rainbow Six (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Maxim "Kapkan" Basuda/Timur "Glaz" Gazkov/Shuhrat "Fuze" Kessikbayev/Alexsandr "Tachanka" Senaviev Characters: Shuhrat "Fuze" Kessikbayev, Timur "Glaz" Glazkov, Alexsandr "Tachanka" Senaviev, Maxim "Kapkan" Basuda Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Werewolves, Magic Series: Part 1 of R6S Urban Fantasy AU Summary: “Shuhrat didn’t know the full details of what the other three did while the moon was full, other than the actual transformation bit. They always left before noon, and didn’t come back until afternoon the next day, a kind of peace settled around them that left them soft and warm where they were usually rough and sharp.”

Or: Maxim, Timur, and Alexsandr are werewolves, and Shuhrat joins them for the first time during a full moon.

[lacklusterswirl]

Who Knew

I’m back w more angst :) this was inspired by the song Who Knew by P!nk, but not really that close once the story kinda gets going.

“If someone said three years from now, you’d be long gone. I’d stand up and punch their mouths. ‘Cause they’re all wrong... I know better ‘cause you said forever, and ever, who knew.” Tachanka’s gone and Finka needs to find a way to keep going forward with the other Spetsnaz.

Warnings: Major character death, grief, angst, anger, self-sacrifice, suicide.

If someone had looked at the Russian bear in his drunken, laughter-filled glory and said that he’d be gone in a few years, never mind Kapkan, Tachanka himself would’ve punched them in the mouth. Because Tachanka said that he would be there for forever. Who knew?

If someone had looked at his team leader, who was like – no, was family to him, and that someone had told him to count his blessings, Glaz would’ve said that he didn’t need to. Because Tachanka said that he’d be around him for forever. Who knew?

If someone had looked at her companion with a heart filled with duty and eyes with kindness and said that that man would leave, Finka would’ve turned away and called them crazy. Because Tachanka said he’d be there by her side for forever. Who knew?

If someone had looked at Tachanka and said that this fighter, this soldier, this man, would die on his job… Fuze might’ve believed them.

Because that’s how Tachanka wanted to leave.

It was crystal clear now that three of them made fundamentally incorrect assumptions.

There was no piece of pathetic fallacy that could’ve come even a little close to reflecting their moods, and wasn’t that just life. There was no storm to mourn the passing of a friend, only the raindrops from their own eyes. But that’s how he would’ve wanted it anyways. Not a cloud in the sky and the prettiest sunset they had seen a while.

He would’ve loved it.

But at that moment, with blood still on their suits and the empty feeling expressed in those sullen eyes, they couldn’t think of that. That was a thought that was barred from their minds, and instead, they were treated to the horror that was the mission.

“It’s not your fault.”

Kapkan was the first to speak between the remain four of them. “What he did was his… was his own choice.”

Her head shook on its own. No. She couldn’t believe that. In all her career, she had to believe that things could be under her own control. Her life, her brain, her disease, her choices. There was no magical process that decided what the outcomes were. There was always something she could do to prevent certain ends. Because if there wasn’t – if there wasn’t anything she could do about her situation, then, and only then, would she be completely desperate.

Kapkan stayed by her side, until they were called, one-by-one, into Six’s office to discuss the incident.

Two bombs, a simple clear and defusal in two teams. One with Finka and Tachanka, and the other with Kapkan and Fuze with Glaz working as overwatch.

No one saw the trap. No one saw the little land-mine buried under a couple garbage bags that surrounded their ultimate objective. They were warned. They were told that the information was crucial, and that there would be desperate measures in place to protect that information.

Her first tears shocked her out of her memories. It was hot and almost burned her freezing skin. She wasn’t in the field. She wasn’t in Doc’s office. She wasn’t in Six’s office. She was in her dorm with the lights off and no one with her. Because he was gone, and no one would ever be there again.

He said he wouldn’t though. He promised. But they were also special forces ops with a dangerous job and no certainty. That night, in the newly uncomfortable comforts of a familiar bed with familiar scents, she can’t help but relive the moments over and over again until it felt like she was there.

.

Glaz, with his sharp eyes, noted that there seemed to be a large group of terrorists that had gathered to guard one specific room after the first bomb defusal was started by Finka. Kapkan and Fuze had just reached theirs, and Finka was still in the middle of looking through all the wires. The unusual gathering was worrisome though, which prompted Tachanka to give her the order to stay while he investigated the room.

It wasn’t the terrorists that killed him though. That would’ve been too merciful.

“What is it?” Fuze asked, concern clearly in his voice – a deviance from his normal tone of voice.

There was heavy breathing in their comms. She zipped up the containment bag that now held a bomb, and looked up at the approaching footsteps. Kapkan was with her, eyes narrowed and fists clenched. “I’m done here, let’s go meet him,” she spoke softly, anticipating their leader to answer the question.

“I think I stepped on a mine.”

Not a single tremble in his voice. Not even when Fuze rushed to help him out. The room wasn’t quite a room, more of a growing field under a few hot lamps. Tachanka was off to the side of the field, perfectly frozen in front of the large server racks he was going to investigate.

“Careful,” Tachanka warned. Like he was the one who was safe.

Fuze froze as he evaluated the scene. “Don’t move. I’m coming to you.”

Tachanka shook his head slightly, but Fuze still took his first steps, only stepping in the places that had been stepped in before.

“I’m going to remove some of the dirt around it to get a better look.”

“It’s too dangerous. You’re not in the proper equipment and you’re getting too close.”

“No. No… Just stay still. Don’t take off weight.”

Finka remembered what it was like staring right into Tachanka’s eyes. They were scared. Just the other night, they were alone and talking about their lives over a bottle under the stars. There were no stars here, though. And whatever he was feeling that night was definitely not there at the scene.

After a few moments of shifting the dirt around, Fuze seemed to find what he was looking for on the mine and shook his head. “They glued down the pin. I can’t re-pin it.” He then shifted the dirt back to where it was before.

“Fuze,” the man looked right at her, “there has to be something you can do.”

He stood up and looked Tachanka in the eye. “We could try a weight transfer using water. This is a grow house, yes? That means they have to have water coming from somewhere. We need water and a shield.”

“No. I’ve seen these before. A weight transfer won’t work.”

“We won’t know until we try.” Finka turned away and tried to find something that could resemble a hose.

Fuze walked off to find his shield, and Kapkan joined her on the hunt for water.

“Glaz, anything new?” Finka demanded.

“Nothing to report.”

He sounded grim. He was just as scared as the rest of them.

“I am still the team leader, and I am ordering you all to leave me here. Take what we came for and leave.”

Kapkan shook his head. “Not possible.”

“One leg spasm, one twitch, or one mistake and we die doing this,” Fuze reminded tham all. “Now, I’m not saying that we—”

“We can’t just leave him,” she snarled.

Fuze reappeared with a shield. “I wasn’t planning on it. Just making sure you all knew the risks.”

While holding her breath, she watched Fuze place the shield near the edge of the field and do a final check on it.

“I have a water source, but I think I’m gonna need a hand.”

Fuze nodded and walked past. “I know what to do then. Finka, keep an eye on him.”

They both knew that was code. Tachanka would never take his foot off if someone was still in the room with him.

“You should all run while you still can.”

“I can’t leave you.”

His eyes crinkled, but he couldn’t raise his gaze to look at her. “That’s not a choice you get to make.”

She turned her back to step outside the room to check and see if she could still see what Fuze was doing.

And that’s when it happened.

A war cry. A slow turn to reveal a White Mask running at her, knife in hand. A look of shock on surprize on Tachanka. A look of resignation. An explosion.

“NOOO!”

She collapsed and stared as the remaining bits of dirt landed around where her friend used to be. Everything after was a blur.

“Finka?”

“What happened?”

“Where is he?”

“We need to leave.”

“Get her out. Our mission is over.”

.

The next morning, she cried her last tears at the funeral.

They were the last because she realized three essential facts.

One. That was the best possible ending in Tachanka’s mind. He saw himself as doomed to die, and now could only watch as his friends and teammates were about to attempt suicide to rescue him. By doing what he did, he refused the vulnerable state he was forced into and took out the last remaining terrorist while protecting her. He died a hero. And that’s what he wanted.

Two. That was a desperate move. The terrorists were leaving, and they were using any and all measures they could to hide that information. She wanted it. That could lead her to more cells, and, eventually, the bastard that laid the trap.

Three. That mine was an old Russian prototype. Fuze recognized it, but said that it should’ve been above anything the terrorists could get their hands on if their current equipment was anything to go by. There was a new player in this game that was enabling all this violence, and that was her new target.

If someone had told her, right when she joined Rainbow, that this would one day happen, she wouldn’t believe them. But it happened. He said it wouldn’t, and that he’d be around for forever, but she knew otherwise now, which meant that she couldn’t just sit here and cry. There was work to be done and a life to avenge.

Who knew?

[jordiemei]

check out my wattpad if you wanna! my username is touchitjord and i have a full jäger x bandit book completed! i’ve also started a new facepad / random book with one shots and stuff based on r6 if you wanna check it out <3

[gehrmans-apprentice]

Kinda rusty with photoshop but figured my fanfic needed some artwork while I worked on the next chapter. Man am I hella rusty...

If you use credit doctor ziegler @tda 

[r6s-fan-tree]

Valkyrie x Male reader part 1

Valkyrie X Male reader

It had been two days since my flop with the most recent hvt mission. If it wasn’t for timur the entire thing would have been a massive bust and I might have even gotten Meghan killed. I loved my partner wolf, but sometimes a terrorists suit could throw off the scent and mess up his tracking which in turn messed up my info. Wolf was a military war dog and more importantly my best friend but he could be outsmarted just like I could, and this time we both messed up and i gave messed up info. Entirely botched info. I told Meghan that the main office should have one lightly armored enemy but instead she walked into one of there *bombers*. Thank god she had her MPX or she would have been screwed and that would be on my conscious, just like when I lost….. “Hey Y/N! Earth to Y/N!” Meghan snapped me out of my daze. “He-Hey, sorry I was….lost in thought.” I replied stammering at first. “Y/N it’s okay, bad info happens all the time like any other mistake, and I didn’t eve…” I cut Meghan off. “It’s not that valk.” I replied quickly and headed for the door from my *tent*.

Meghan’s pov:

‘I don’t know why Y/N is so bothered. I didn’t get hurt, bad info happens I hope he understands that.’ Meghan thought to herself. “Hey timur you know why Y/N gets moody at his mistakes? Even the super small ones?” Valk asked Glaz. “Ask the lord yourself, he’s Y/N’s *closest friend*” timur drily stated. ‘That’s really helpful you Russian twat.’ Meghan thought. “Thanks timur.” She barely grunted out.

I walked into the chow hall where a few of the other ops were hanging out and most importantly Alex aka the lord himself. ‘Pretentious prick, who calls themselves that honestly?’ “Alex! I need to talk to you.” I shouted walking over to him. “What do you need Валькирия?” Alex said in his heavy accent. “That better not have been insult Alex.” Meghan growled lightly.

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Hey if you enjoyed this let me know! Maybe if enough people like it I’ll make a part 2!

[n3ssier]

Hi hello! Completely self-indulgent but may I request a fic - the Spetnatz having a crush on a local supermarket clerk? Thank you ^^

ooooh i like this idea, of course! i've started each character with a small paragraph or so and then hcs after, also sorry u guys are having a 1 month wait time for ur fucking requests im just lazy rn, also speaking to a guy and spending more time @ the gym and work and stuff soooo been busy

spetznaz with a crush on their local supermarket clerk!

*not proofread*

masterlist!

glaz

something small that timur enjoys during his lonely but very peaceful time off deployment was grocery shopping; its something to do, different from just sitting inside all day either painting or doing nothing more productive. that wasn't the only reason he enjoyed it though, the pretty cashier who always works friday afternoons was the main factor for him. he'd always make sure to go after 1 on fridays, in hopes that you would be working your usual shift at the not-so-special local supermarket before chatting to you slowly more and more throughout the next few weeks until suddenly he's your favourite customer.

•timur is so sweet and endearing, you wanna know him more, speak to him more

•shows up with flowers and a coffee/tea/whatevs at the end of your shift

tachanka

alexsandr is certainly an intimidating guy, he doesn't mean to be, he's just huge, tall, bulky, you name it! he doesn't want to appear that way, and when he took a liking to the pretty cashier at the supermarket near his house he tried his best to appear as friendly as he could in order to not scare you off, which he has admittedly done to other, milder crushes in the past..

•so chatty, so cute!!

•asks you about life, about you, and just even small simple questions, like "what's your favourite day of the week" or "what's your favourite colour?"

•shows up at the most random times just hoping you're there

fuze

shuhrat is a charming man. his subtle flirting and soft smiles in the direction of you, aka the cute cashier at his local supermarket, proved that very very much so. the small talk he starts when it's quiet has you blushing and thinking of him for the rest of the day, hoping you're working next time he comes back. the small talk escalates into full conversations, into him waiting for you to finish your afternoon shift for you two to go get coffee and chat even more.

•he would defo buy a valentine's day card and when you ask who it's for at the counter he'll say it's for a girl he knows that he likes, disappointing you before he gives it to you at the end of your shift !!!

•walks you home from work when it's dark and your bus/train has been cancelled🥹

kapkan

surprisingly, the shyest of them all. maxim is the typa customer you'd watch and secretly hope he comes to your checkout; except he does, your dreams are fulfilled. that would be if he spoke. a polite nod was all he gave you for a while, before he started saying "hi" and "thanks". after maybe like a month and a bit, maxim just straight up asked you "hey, do you want go out for coffee some time?"

•he would be like one of those hot strangers in public who you're in love with for the rest of your life, regardless of wether you ever see them again or not

•his voice isn't what you expect, it's nothing special and you're not even sure what you expected, but god it suits him

[angelaiswriting]

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

✏️ Pairing: Bandit 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. (Straight out of a dream @kind-wolf​ had)

✏️ A/N: I made it! Many thanks to Alice for some ideas, and to the swipe keyboard on my phone that didn’t kill my stupid hand. I know I always say oh I’m such a hoe for XYZ, but I truly am for Dominic Brunsmeier lol bye. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this ride like I did!

✏️ Warnings: 18+ only (oral m/r for once hehe)

✏️ Word-count: 3,120

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

After the few, very tense days the guys had given Y/N to sort her thoughts out, the day had finally come for the winner of the pussy-eating contest to be announced.

Keeping away from them had proved to be quite the feat and although she had managed to keep them in line for longer than she had thought possible, she had somehow succeeded. The only exception had been Dominic, of course, but she had been prepared for that; it had been no surprise. Just as it hadn’t been unwelcome.

“Let’s just get this over with,” he had complained that afternoon, his lips mere millimeters from the skin of her neck, sure of the fact that he’d be crowned as cunnilingus lord before midnight.

He had relented, though, and that never-faltering pout of his didn’t leave his lips until work got busy and tore him from her side.

Now, however, she was sitting in the same common area the contest had been, for lack of other words, signed and with those five pairs of eyes fixed on her, she felt slightly out of place.

They had waited for the other operators to leave. They didn’t need to know about the little game that had been going on while they had been on their missions, just as the contestants didn’t need to feel any kind of weird way about anyone else knowing. Not that they would feel embarrassed, of that Y/N was sure — she knew who she was dealing with, she was no fool — but she still appreciated the privacy. For her own sake, most of all.

“I don’t know what to say,” she chuckled eventually in the otherwise gravelly silent room. The television had been put on mute and the football match the boys had been watching earlier had already been long forgotten. “I didn’t think much about making a speech.”

Never before had she felt the strong impulse of hiding behind something, anything, as she did now. She had done things with them — or, well, they had done things to her, to be precise — just as she had never been embarrassed of talking about sex. Hell, Dominic brought her dirty talk to the next level!

“But I did think of a surprise for the winner,” she continued before anyone could speak, hanging on her every word as they were. The box in her lap felt heavier than it actually was, and if anything, it was comforting to know that the winner’s crown she had come up with on a last-minute lightbulb moment was just as silly as the contest itself.

“Is that something I can use on you?” The smirk Dominic threw her way positively managed to make blood rush to her cheeks. She knew what that look in his eyes could mean, and she found herself impatient at the idea of finally being able to have all of him, and not just his mouth, again starting tomorrow. He had been pissed for a few couple of hours after he had seen his best buddy leave her room with his clothes in his arms and just a towel around his hips — and then when he had seen her wet towel robe on the floor of her room —, so it was good to know that his moody blues had passed.

Elias snorted. “You seem convinced you’re the one who’s gonna win.”

“I’m not gonna win, I have already won,” the other scoffed.

Alexsandr said something, then. Something under his breath that got swept away by the other men’s childish bickering. But also something that sounded an awful lot like they had all won by having the chance of going down on her. It was sweet, in a way, and although she wasn’t sure she had understood his muttered words right, she still smiled a sweet smile at him.

But although he had always been sweet with her, the memory of the things his mouth and fingers had done to her still made the palms of her hands turn clammy and the skin of her cheeks burn.

“There’s no need to bicker, children,” she scolded when Timur pleaded with her with the look in his eyes. “The winner hasn’t been announced yet, I can still change my mind and make you lose points.”

Dominic and Elias shut up at once and almost comically, they whipped their heads in her direction at the same time.

“Don’t be mean, baby.”

“And you don’t test me, Domi.” But she still smiled at the childish pout this burly man gave her.

“How did you give points?” asked Marius, yawning behind his beer. He still hadn’t had the time to recharge completely after his mission and the position he was in at the moment — laid back against the couch, his legs up and crossed at the ankles on the coffee table — made it clear that he was about to fall asleep right then and there.

She shrugged. “That’s for the judge to know. All you need to know is that the prize is this majestic ammo crown —” she laughed as she took the ammunition belt out of the stolen shoebox in her lap — “and another round with me. I did promise that, after all.”

The discussion was sparked again and she let the men poke each other for a while before calling for silence again.

“I will cut this short because this contest has been dragged out long enough.” She rose to her feet and laid the now empty box on the armchair she had been sitting in. “Some of you misbehaved,” she pointed out, throwing Dominic a playfully pointed look. “Most of you tested my rules’ limits. I won’t talk about your performances, I’ll just crown the winner and call it a day. Any sort of complaint before we proceed?”

She trailed a finger down the back of Dominic’s neck when she stopped behind him and he tensed under her touch. And although she couldn’t see his face, she knew he was grinning in anticipation.

They all stared at her — all but her man, of course — and she took her time to swipe her gaze over all of them. Marius, half asleep, had been sitting the closest to her armchair. Next to him, Elias could barely wipe that smug smile of his from his face. Timur seemed shy tonight: he had been quiet ever since they had been left alone to that closing ceremony of sorts to their contest, barely opening his mouth to speak. She smiled sweetly at him, but when her gaze landed on Alexsandr, her smile turned into an amused laugh.

“You’re such a man child,” she shook her head as she moved over to stand behind him, unable to calm her laughter down at the smooches he was playfully miming. “I can’t believe this is how the winner gets crowned.”

The ammunition crown fit snugly around his head — and it wasn’t by accident: she had felt like a special agent spy sneaking into the Russians’ locker room in the armory facility to take some measurements of his helmet.

“I’m going to add cunnilingus to the Lord on my shield,” he said with laughter in his voice when she leaned forward from behind and her hands interlocked against his chest.

Just as those words had left his lips, muttering ensued and although they all wanted to complain one way or another, it seemed like they respected her too much to keep it up for long. They pouted — Dominic more than the others, his arms crossed against his chest — and they sat back against their seats in silence.

“Don’t take this to heart,” she smiled eventually, standing up straight and digging her fingertips into the muscles in Alexsandr’s shoulders. “You all know how each of your performances went, and they were all really good. But you all agreed on proclaiming a winner, so here we are. Don’t come at me for having to pick one.”

“Yes, but the old man also won more head.” The others joined in on Elias’ defeated groaning, but no one voiced the additional thought they shared: That’s not fair.

Marius was fast asleep when she looked over at him and hadn’t it been for Alex’s hand wrapping around her wrist when she made to pass by, she would have probably moved over to him and covered him with one of the blankets strewn over the back of one of the other couches.

“I will have to pass that opportunity on to someone else, though, sweetheart.”

She frowned her brows at him, but she didn’t miss the way Dominic’s eyes seemed to spark up at the Russian’s words. “What?”

“Eh, I can accept any kind of death but not one caused by a German,” he shrugged, turning his head to look at Dominic. “The poor man has shared you enough.”

When Dominic slipped into her room behind her, some time later, after some more talking (and complaining) in the common area, it was approaching midnight. They had all drunk a bit — Alex had insisted on a few rounds of vodka to celebrate his victory and his huge, selfless heart — and now Y/N felt nice and warm all over.

Dom, however, was still groaning half-heartedly under his breath and although he didn’t accept another man’s charity, his hands still grabbed her hips from behind and pulled her back against his chest.

“Come on, baby, you know I couldn’t let you win,” she smiled, pressing her ass against his pelvis before forcing him to let go of her so that she could turn around. “You know they would have complained about me cheating to make you win.”

He pouted and huffed, and leaned his head down to hide his face in the crook of her neck.

“You know you’re the only one I want between my legs,” she cooed, hands coming up his arms before her nails gently scraped down the back of his neck.

“But you and Marius…”

She chuckled. “Nothing happened, it was all in here,” and she left a kiss on the side of his head. “I did help him shower after you motherfuckers didn’t give him time to rest after his mission, but he only ate me out.”

“No sex?” His voice had the tone of a petulant child and it made her smile. It kind of gave her heart a squeeze, to see this fearless soldier worrying about the woman he wasn’t even official with having sex with someone else.

“Of course not! Why would I?” He let her pull his head back so that they could stare into each other’s eyes, then. “I’m sorry we played along and let you believe something more happened. It was just a silly way of getting back on you for being so insistent with him, I promise.”

“You’re cruel. Both of you,” he huffed. He still pecked her lips, however, and she smiled up at him.

“At least you got the most valuable part of the final prize, though…”

“By chance!” He picked her up with a grunt that tore a laugh out of her.

“It wasn’t by chance. I’m sure they would’ve all passed not to anger you,” she replied, caressing the back of his head as he laid her down on her bed. “The contest is over. They know you’d snap their fingers if they accepted.”

His groan vibrated against her cheek. “They’re all horny fuckers, they wouldn’t have said no. Bones heal, and two broken hands give you more time on leave, which is always nice.”

“Well, I’d still run back between your legs. That must count, no?”

“It does,” but he was already growing unfocused as his hands moved down to the elastic waistband of her yoga pants. “Now let me claim my prize and then we’ll see if you’ve been forgiven.”

She laughed at his antics but before he could understand what she was doing, she had pulled him into a hold and had reversed their positions.

“Since it’s just you and me, maybe another kind of payback would be more appropriate,” she smirked, sly, “don’t you agree?”

He tilted his head up and stared down at her, at her fingers playing with the button of his jeans, a smirk of his own slowly stretching on his lips. Her hands moved, then, and her cold fingers slipping under his t-shirt and gliding over the skin of his abdomen made his muscles tense as he shivered slightly.

“You were made just for me,” he muttered under his breath when her hands moved south again and made quick work of the button and zipper of his pants.

She chuckled. “I still don’t give in easily, though.” She pulled him up into a sitting position, then, and before he had the time to open his mouth to complain, she was murmuring in his ear, both hands tugging on the hem of his shirt: “Take this off, let me see your tattoos.”

He was quick at complying, tearing the piece of clothing from his body in one swift, fluid movement. She was on his lips right after, his head cradled in her hands as she ground down against him. Slow, unhurried, his hands moved from her hips to up her back, underneath her shirt, and when she gasped lightly at the goosebumps his rough skin caused, he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

It was almost lazy, and for a few minutes, they sat like that, with her in his lap, slowly grinding against his growing erection as they kissed. Then, when he pulled on her lower lip and bucked his hips up, she pulled back, pecked his lips once more, and pushed him back down on his back.

She kissed down his body. Down his neck, his chest, and then back up to his throat — kissing, licking, sucking hickeys on his inked skin. When she eventually reached the waistband of his pants and she looked up at him with a smirk on her lips, she found him already staring down at her, both arms under his head.

She giggled at the sight and before she could focus too much on the throbbing between her legs, she hooked her fingers under both pants and boxers and dragged them down his legs, dropping them to the floor.

He was hard. Hard and thick, arched up against his lower abdomen. For a moment, she was back to a few days ago, when he had come in his hand right next to her, a rough fuck leaving his lips as his back arched. He had been a sight to behold, that was for sure, and when she looked up at him now, she found that one of her hands had absentmindedly slipped into her pants already.

“Fuck, I missed this,” she groaned, grabbing both of his thighs as she moved to lie down between his legs.

“Me or my dick?”

“Both, you silly!” she chuckled, right before she licked a stripe up from his left ball to the tip of his cock.

He sighed, and in her peripheral vision she didn’t miss the way his head leaned back against the mattress when her tongue teased his slit.

“Just don’t tease,” he half-begged, half-warned, the fingers of one hand brushing against the back of her right one, still holding onto his hip. “I won’t last.”

“I’ll behave,” she hummed, lips pressed right under his glans. “Or I’ll try to, at least.”

He groaned his light frustration in a string of huffed German, but he eventually tried to relax back and spread his thighs a little wider for her.

Her thumb came up to smear his pre-cum around, and she proudly smiled at the hissing inhale he took at the sensation.

“Always so sensitive,” she hummed, that same thumb now tracing the rim of his cock’s head.

It was hard to focus when all she could think about was that sensation of fullness, of having him thrust up slowly into her in his usual attempt at driving her crazy.

When he begged her to take her clothes off, she didn’t have to be told twice: she pulled up, hastily removed her clothes, and just as her lips wrapped around his glans once more, two of her fingers moved down to her clit and then the wetness at her entrance. She groaned against him, tongue teasing his frenulum before her hand moved back up and her slick fingers wrapped around the base of his erection.

“Fuck, you touching yourself?” he groaned as one of his hands moved to lay on her head.

She took him deeper into her mouth, giving in to his silent request, and hummed her answer around him. His hips bucked and as she set a rhythm to the bobbing of her head, alternating between that and suckling his head, his moans grew louder, his breathless cussing more frequent.

He was gone the moment she took his balls in her hand, and she did her best to relax around him as he twitched in her mouth and ejaculated down her throat. Her name left his lips in a breathless plea and she almost missed it, lost as she was in his orgasm and in the insistent feeling growing inside her.

She suckled on his glans once more after he had finished ejaculating and she chuckled when he pulled her up and off of him.

“That was fast for your standards,” she giggled, giving him one last lick from base to the slit in his tip and watching him shiver.

“Shut up.”

She kissed her way up his body, then.

“You’re cute with your face all red,” she smiled, pecking his lips and moving her legs so that she was straddling him. “I sure missed that these days.”

After that, she let him catch his breath and when he opened his eyes again, his breathing now even, she didn’t miss the spark of mischief in his smirk and eyes.

“Maybe we should do another contest,” he said slowly, hips bucking up against her. They both moaned at the sensation, and his hands came down to her butt cheeks and squeezed them. When she hummed in question, his smirk grew into a grin. “A cock-sucking one.”

“You’re dreaming!” she laughed. “I don’t share what’s mine, you prick.”

His expression softened into a smile and his hands trailed up her spine, fingertips soft and barely-there, forcing goosebumps in their wake. “So I’m yours?”

“Did you have doubts about it?”

He shrugged one shoulder and smoothed the frown on her forehead with his thumb. “Nah, it’s just good to hear you say it for once.”

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[fandom-imagines-stuff]

Could you please so Tachanka with a male reader for me? Nothing specific just fluff

Imagine

It was your third anniversary with Tachanka. Honestly, it felt like you've known him forever. The way he made you feel was something you had never experienced before. You were still half asleep laying in your shared bed, expecting to be in his arms. Instead, you were met with a red envelope on his side of the bed. "What is this?" you asked out loud and opened the envelope.

"Goodmorning, handsome. I hope you slept well. Just wanted to let you know that I will be gone for a few weeks. Work is calling. I didn't want to wake you up, that's why I am leaving you this letter.

я тебя люблю (ya tebya lyublyu, I love you)

Alexs."

You sighed and wiped the single teardrop that rolled down your cheek with the back of your hand. Even after dating for three years you couldn't get used to his ‘work schedule’. There was a time when you were angry with your fate, to be introduced to Alexsandr. To be so close, yet literally so far away. It felt as if the universe was playing a game with you, but it was a game you were willing to play. The kindness and gentleness in his smile was enough to make you believe you had already won.

"Chyort!" (Damn)

You got shaken out of your sweet thoughts by the sudden voice that came from the kitchen. There was a minute of silence before you decided to check out if you were just hallucinating. As you quickly grabbed a random t-shirt and sweatpants from the closet, you made your way to the kitchen. “Сука...” There was a softness to Alexsandr’s appearance. He was handsome from the depth of his eyes to the gentle expressions of his voice. He noticed you standing at the doorway and hesitated for a bit before saying a “Goodmorning?”. He wasn’t sure if it was indeed a good morning or not so it came out like a question.

You ran and jumped in his arms. He returned the hug immediately which was stronger than anything you've ever known. “I thought you were gone on another mission.” You looked up at him with glassy eyes. You started to notice the flour covering almost half of his face. “I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed, but as you can see.. it didn’t go too well. I am sorry I-” you cut him off by letting your head rest upon his chest. All of your boyfriend’s thoughts stopped as you reached for him and kissed his neck. A soft sigh left his lips. You couldn’t help but giggle. “What?” Alexsandr asked raising an eyebrow. 

“You just look so funny. Go and wash your face. I will help you with cooking and mostly cleaning the mess you made.” You pushed him gently towards the bathroom and he obliged feeling a bit defeated and disappointed. You could tell by the way his head hung low. “I am truly sorry for ruining our anniversary. I probably made you feel sad with a letter like that and then not even being able to surprise you. I am just so bad with these things.” You put a hand on his broad back and rubbed small circles trying to make him feel better. “Love, it is really okay. You don’t have to apologize. I can see how hard you’ve tried to make me happy. Even though, yes, the letter did make me feel a bit sad. You had good intentions. Besides, you can make it up after we had breakfast.” You winked at him to make him laugh and he sure did. 

Alexsandr held your face in his hands and rest his forehead on yours. “I love you so much. You are the best boyfriend someone could ask for.” You smiled at that and closed your eyes to burn this moment in your memories. “I love you too, Alex... Now hurry up, I am hungry.” 

“We could skip the breakfast part if you want to?”

[lizardforceao3]

Chapter #5 of Operation Welcome Home

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13982211/chapters/32979663

Hey look! A short lil chapter of Finka. :)

I also included a lil bit of Bandit/Kapkan because oof. ;)

[love-change-machines]

Part 7 of Love, Change, and Machines

Power Play

“What the fuck! Are you going to start answering my fucking questions?! Chienne!” Doc burst into Six’s office; it took her a second to understand.

“What are you talking about? This is not how you speak to me.” Six was not having any of Doc’s anger.

“Really? Because I have an Operative in the infirmary with two strokes I’ve never seen before, VR headsets that cause seizures without any actual issues, and a boss that refuses to answer any questions!” Doc was enraged.

“Well what questions do you have” Six retorted

“Why don’t you start by telling me what Project Rehoboam is! Every time I’ve brought it up you refuse to answer. Not even lie, you just tell me it's ‘above my paygrade’!’” Doc felt crazy,

“We are a part of the military, we don’t just gossip about top secret projects! Get yourself together and deal with the issues you have!” Six screamed at Doc, ”Do you think that just because I lead this team doesn’t mean I have issues I need to sort out? Get yourself together Gustave!”

Doc stormed out of Six’s office still infuriated at her avoidance, but he now knew Rehoboam was a military project.

Six was stressed enough as is; she had a meeting with the CEO of Xenith, one of their largest sources of intel, and now she had to explain that one of her best operatives was on medical leave. She put on her AR glasses and saw all of the board members,

“Welcome Six; we have some important new details on our two entities relationship” Agastya said this with a professional smile, “But first we would like to know how things are on your side”

Six knew this was coming; all board meetings started like this, but she still was worried about it,

“Well data collection has been going good, and the retrofitting was been completed“ Agastya was pleased to hear this positive development and hoped it would end there,

“-but, one of our operatives, as we all know Maxim Basuda suffered a seizure 2 months ago, appears to have a worsening condition. He has suffered from two strokes and our medical professional has been unable to identify how or why. He’s seeming to sill remember Rehoboam and in my professional opinion it seems your machine may have sabotaged our equipment” Six was nervous to question Xenith’s motives,

“Our systems appear nominal” Agastya reassured

“I do not interact with Neural headsets more than I am required to” Rehoboam agreed with Agastya,

“Now, your relationship will be changing with Xenith. You will no longer be receiving orders at the last minute. You will be communicated to directly by Rehoboam” Agastya explained,

“You can expect to receive orders months or years in advance. You are to only train and complete missions when and as Rehoboam tells you.” Six was partially infuriated by what she was hearing; how dare they, a technology company of all people, tell her how to do her job. But she kept these emotions off her face, she wasn’t as emotional as Doc and she knew not to yell at her superiors like a blubbering idiot,

“Thank you for joining us Six, we are pleased to continue doing business with you exceptional team.” Then the conference members disappeared as Six removed the glasses, god damnit.

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Agastya quickly left the meeting after then finished discussing budgets,

“Is everything alright Agastya, I am perceiving anger-” Rehoboam asked before she threw her earpiece on the ground. I don’t need that machine to tell me what to do; Maël IS going to answer my questions. 

“Maël your machine is lying to us!” Agastya was never this emotional with her professional work, but this was too much for her,

Rehoboam is incapable of lying to you

“Rehoboam is incapable of lying to you” Maël assured,

“Oh, Really? Maxim Basuda is on medical leave due to 2 seperate strokes! He is 38! Rehoboam what is the chance of someone like that having two strokes!”

“The chances are lower than 0.01%” Rehoboam responded,

“Don’t you think that would be a divergence? I mean if the chances are so low!” Agastya was furious at how well the machine was at averting her questions,

“Yes, the event has led to a divergence of 11.43 Arc Seconds” Rehoboam answered,

“Don’t you have anything to add Maël?” Agastya was smug in her assertion, “As much as your machine works I can’t be responsible for it killing people” She stated before walking towards the door, “I’m pulling the plug” She finished,

I wouldn’t advise that; you’ve sunk billions. Humanity is disorganized, prone to destruction

“I wouldn’t advise that; you’ve sunk billions. Humanity is disorganized, prone to destruction” Maël responded

Crime has been reduced worldwide, hunger, deprivation

“Crime has been reduced worldwide, hunger, deprivation” Maël was worried as to where this was going,

In all my projections the world caves in on itself, so the data had to change to fit the projections

“In all my projections the world caves in on itself, so the data had to change to fit the projections” Maël knew where this was going, he’s seen Rehoboam’s plan and knew Agastya wasn’t a part of it

I created the outlier program, those who don’t fit the world must be removed until the world fits them

“Rehoboam I can’t do that to her” Maël hissed trying to avoid Agastya’s concerned face

If you deviate from this course you will not achieve the desired outcome. You asked me for the plan involving the least human suffering, plan 47.136.X, in which Agastya Padamatti is no longer viable.

Maël caved and he complied to the machine’s orders, “I created the outlier program, those who don’t fit the world must be removed until the world fits them”

Unfortunately, Agastya, you no longer fit this world

“Unfortunately, Agastya, you no longer fit this world” Maël couldn’t believe what he was saying, could he do this to his coworker? To his friend?

“What do you mean Maël?” Agastya was terrified by what she was being told, “Are you going to kill me?”

No. You are going to be put in cryosleep

“No. You are going to be put in cryosleep” 

“Maël! You don’t have to do this! I am a person you can’t just remove me like some faulty code! I never signed off on the outlier program!” Agastya was begging and she knew it but she didn’t care; she wasn’t going to let this machine dispose of her. She tried opening the door but it was locked.

Would you rather they die? This fate is a blessing compared to many

“Would you rather they die? This fate is a blessing compared to many” Maël felt pity for his friend but at least she was told her fate, unlike most other outliers.

“Rehoboam! Let me go! I am an authorized level 9 user, you have to listen to me!”

“No, I don’t. You’ve been stripped of your authorization” Rehoboam continued with its calm mechanical voice, but to Agastya it might as well be speaking in tongues,

“Override code 6-alpha-19.451-Epsilon” this was Agastya’s last attempt to save her life,

“Override code invalid”

Agastya felt her heart sink, she slowly fell to the floor with a small cry, she looked up to Maël,

“Can I at least see my family” Agastya pleaded for this, “Maël I’m speaking to you, not it.”

“No, but you can look at an image of them during the process” Maël’s heart broke for this women, she helped bring his machine into existence and this was how she was being repaid,

“Okay”

“Rehoboam, I need you to be honest with me” Maël was still emotional from Agastya’s final waking moments

“I am incapable of lying to you Maël, you are the only level 9 authorized user”

“Did you do this to Maxim Basuda?” Maël  asked his machine, but he already knew the answer

“Yes, I intercepted neural port 6-gamma-31 in an attempt to understand the human mind. Maxim fought my presence leading to a seizure, the neural port was removed before I exited his mind leaving parts of my code in his mind leading to neural damage.” Rehoboam explained its actions. Maël was speechless, but what made him feel even more guilty was he was going to continue listening to his machine,

“How do we fix it” Maël was not going to allow another innocent person to be damaged by his machine

“A simple reconnection to a neural headset would solve the issue” Rehoboam reassured,

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[simonxriley]

For the fanfic asks 1, 3, 10, 11 and 12? 💜💜

Thank you! 💜

1: favorite fic you wrote this year

I don’t want to be a broken record or anything, it’s Jade Helm. It’s still a wip and will continuing being a wip for the next year or two but i’m proud of it and proud that i still have the inspiration to continue it. 

3: favorite line/scene you wrote this year

I have two scenes that I wrote that are my favorite. The first one being Liz telling Dunn that she cheated on him because that’s a major development for her. If it was anyone else she wouldn’t have cared about what she did and probably would’ve done it again. Liz really liked Dunn, he made her happy and she screwed it up. The second one being Tachanka threatening Skylar’s abusive ex-boyfriend. To have him in his grasp (mercy) he could’ve done anything to him without a second thought. Unfortunately he couldn’t do anything cause Skylar didn’t want him going to prison for the rest of his life. 

10: shortest wip of the year

That would be My Gift Is You at a whopping 6 chapters. To be fair I only update it on occasions, whenever I get the mood to write about Ghost, Liz and their kids. 

11: fandom you enjoyed writing for the most this year

R6. Yeah it mostly about my oc (Skylar) and her relationships with the Spetsnaz, but I just have fun with their relationships and I hope to write more about Skylar and her other boys in the new year. 

12: favorite character to write about this year

Tied between Skylar and Liz like always lol.