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Rainbow Six Siege

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Kapkan - regular

Maybe I Will See You Tomorrow? - ❤️

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Let Them Come - 😈📖✨

Fuze - dark

Enough Talk - 😈📖

All Spetz Boys - dark

A Spetsnaz Initiation - 😈📖

Jager - dark

Expect a Smooth Ride - 😈📖

Doc - dark

Always a Pleasure - 😈📖✨

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[itsohh]

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

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

Spetsnaz Taking Virginity NSFT Headcanons

Glaz

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

Secretly he likes the thought of being your first

In a somewhat possessive but also romantic way

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

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

A switch flicks inside of him and he just activates.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His hands continue to roam as you adjust to him. 

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

Fuze

Kapkan

Tachanka

He's surprised at first about the situation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Partially with words but also his hands

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kisses you nonstop, just peppers your face with them

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

[lifelongdiscount]

…Uncovered Austrian, would you believe that this doe eyed beauty committed numerous war crimes? ;)

[harthazard]

Homie Hopper! Reader

Maxim is jealous. He’s the jealous type. Alex on the other hand is not. He’s confident that you’ll come running back to him.

There you were nipping at your bottom lip and squirming around in the sheets of Timur’s bed, holding back as many moans as you could as he went to work on your desperate clit. His lewd slurping sounds distracted you from yourself for a moment.

Finally after a long days work you can let go and relax into his eager tongue.

But meanwhile, Maxim was on the other side of the wall sharpening a blade to the sound of your pleasure. His eyes twitched and muscles tensed in green hot jealousy. But then again.. he’s the one who started this whole thing in the first place.

-

New Year Eve party. Everyone had cleaned up nicely and gathered in a venue with rainbows top supporters, patrons and some of your coworkers’ ‘plus ones’.

Yeah, get a load of Jordans new girlfriend 😒 Eugh.

But after all the small talk and chatter, maybe it was time to wrap it up and head home before the classy event turned to a raunchy party like last time. You did your last rounds and finally made it out the door and into the cold quiet streets. “Leaving without saying goodbye?” A familiar gruff voice asked from behind, the sound of heavy exhaling following close after. You turned to the shadowy corners of the entrance to see Maxim, also known as ‘Kapkan’, your coworker and fairly good friend. You were a new operator to rainbow and Maxim was one of your mentors in close hand combat. He took another drag of a cigarette that he had held between his coarse fingers, flashing you a small smile.

You had created close bonds with most of the others but the Spetsnaz were only welcoming due to their leader, Tachanka. He was very fond of you and even more forward. Once even asking your breast size in the middle of lunch.

“Well how could I say goodbye if you’re lurking out here like a creep.” You replied back with a playful jab.

-

You had began to look for your car while walking and talking with Max. He kept his narrow eyes trained on you and listened to your night intently. “This is me.” You stopped, turning to face him head on. “It’s nice.” He complimented dryly, finishing the cigarette and smashing it out onto the pavement. He spoke even though he didn’t bother to look past you at the car.

“How about I give you a ride.” You offered, motioning to the vehicle behind you.

The rest was history. That was almost 2 months ago and you two had kept up your occasional dalliances. And after Maxim reluctantly agreed to letting Tachanka join you both for a night, soon the whole team was in on it. Maxim became sick of it and started declining the offers from the others and hoarding you to himself. He became rougher and animalistic with you, often leaving obvious marks on your body and even sending you back to work or to one of his teammates with his cum still dripping out of you.

The whole situation was very.. don’t ask, don’t tell. They know exactly how good shuhrat attended to you. They know exactly how hard alexsandr was pounding you. They all know exactly how good timur was making your feel. They know exactly how hard Maxim was claiming you.

But no one really.. says anything. Besides a couple fist bumps, head nods or death glares.

But here you are now, getting feasted upon by the Russian sniper. But little did he know he was also feasting on Fuze from earlier that day. You had teased him long enough during a briefing to which he had had enough and pulled you into a family bathroom.

But for some reason..

The way Glaz scooped the excrement from you almost felt like he knew. Maybe they all knew and recognized the leftovers the others left on and in you and still took you in, hoping to leave theirs next. You have no idea what it is but the whole team couldn’t get enough of you.

————-

Hopefully this can be some kinda AU or Drabble prompt. I’m all about monogamy but homie hopping is a guilty pleasure. Especially with all these fine ass Russians.

[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

[fixfoxnox]

I Know You Didn't Take Requests But Just Curiosity... What Would Happen If Makarov Was Obsessed With A Nervous Russian Woman?

Kissing you (with your permission) for asking about Makarov I've been wanting to write with him so much since the newest trailer dropped AHHHH also I'm gonna take this as an x reader Makarov headcanon request if thats alright

Makarov Obsessed with Nervous Russian Fem! Reader

Warnings: Dub-con, loosely implied non-con, kidnapping, stalking, obsession, knife kink and blood kink, jealousy, murder

Makarov and reader meet before his time as an ultranationalist, when he's still at least a little good.

He's Spetsnaz and you're just a secretary trying to stay under the radar and make a living for yourself. Being around hungry men, men constantly away from their respective families or partners, never quite allows you to settle into peace.

You're one of the only women working on the base, and the men laugh when you jump at their sudden arrivals or hands on your shoulder. You don't find it funny, but they assure you that you have no reason to be nervous. You don't believe them, you're nervous all the time in a place like that.

There's one man who doesn't laugh at you. He's a captain and any time he makes you jump, he apologizes. He's kind and charming and, honestly, the only man on base you're able to find any sort of comfort in.

Makarov isn't sure what it is that starts his obsession with you. Perhaps its the amusement he feels when you stutter over yourself as you speak. Maybe its just that he enjoys having someone kind around. Maybe he just latched on to someone and you happened to be the unlucky victim.

Either way, it didn't matter. After a week of knowing you, Makarov is enamored. He's interested.

When Makarov is interested it means research. Research means watching you even when you think you're alone. Sneaking into your home or desk and snooping to understand more about you. He watches and learns all of your little quirks, everything that makes you tick. And Makarov is good at his job, so it's not surprising that you never realize.

Then the papers are sent. Makarov is discharged and the rumor floating around base is that it was an order by the UN after his cruel and inhumane treatment during war.

You don't believe its true, you don't believe Makarov is capable. Still, you're only a woman on a base surrounded by men, you can't voice your thoughts to anyone.

To you, Makarov dissapears. In reality, he's still around.

He joins the ultranationalists and stops trying to hide who he really is. With them, he's appreciated. His bloodlust is praised. He thrives under the guiding hand of Imran Zhakaev.

As he thrives, he doesn't forget you. He watches from the shadows, keeping tabs on your every move as he works himself up the totem pole of Ultranationalists. He keeps you as close as he can without you ever knowing.

And, in the shadows, he pushes and prods reader exactly how he wants her. He keeps men away from you, many of them never showing for plans you made. He encourages activities and learning about certain topics with hidden items for you to find.

And, when Makarov is made Zhakaev's second (only behind his son) and given more control and power, he takes no time in claiming his obsession.

He wouldn't be gentle about it. You'd been out of his grasp for far too long and now he had you here? Well the idea of bruises or bleeding skin only lit him up with excitement.

Now he isn't violent when he kidnaps you. Only disciplinary, as he says. You struggle and he corrects that action. And, as he settles you in to the base he's been staying at, you understand this is your new future.

Makarov is obsessed with you, he wants to own you, he wants every piece of you to be his. And that desire involves you giving yourself to him, giving in to his own wicked desires and playing along.

Maybe you resist at first, but at the end of the day you're a nervous person and you can do nothing but cower behind him. You're in deep, a madman is obsessed with you, and you're trapped behind enemy lines. What choice do you have but to give in and become Makarov's play thing.

Now, once you do give in, Makarov treats you like a queen. You are his after all, and what belongs to him gets taken care of.

I think Makarov is the type to shower his partner in gifts. Jewelry and silk. Anything that he would be able to physically see on his partner like a mark of his ownership over them.

He's an overprotective and jealous man. God help any ultranationalist who tries to flirt with you or insult you. After Makarov is done dealing with them in the only way he knows how, his ire often falls to you.

He takes his anger out in the bedroom in those moments. Making you beg and declare his ownership over you repeatedly.

Now, this doesn't define your more intimate moments with him. As much as Makarov loves having control, he's more than willing to let you take over and do what you will to him until he orders you to stop. He likes to let his inhibitions go under your touch.

Makarov likes to play domesticity. He likes it when you make him breakfast and see him off for the day with a kiss to his lips. He likes to have you waiting in the room for him, ready to cater to his needs. He likes playing house, pretending to be the perfect husband of a normal family.

He doesn't succeed most of the time. Meetings upon meetings often bleed into the sanctuary he wants with you and, more often then not, you find Makarov entering the room speaking in a quiet and clipped voice with other men, future plans for the Ultranationalists being discussed between them.

And finally, I think Makarov enjoys showing you off, to an extent. He's obsessed with you and he has you, of course he wants everyone to know it. Of course he wants to show you off.

But, at the same time, Makarov hates the ideas of others looking at you, of anyone else even possibly thinking that they could hold you and have you like he did

This often results in meetings or casual sit downs where you're pulled onto his lap or tucked against his side. You keep your eyes down and Makarov watches like a shark, ready to attack anyone who would so much as look at you.

Also knives in the bedroom and you should probably get used to blood, because you'll be helping clean it off of him most days, whether that's running him a bath and scrubbing it from his skin, or joining him in a shower for a much more intimate approach to ridding him of the blood.

[yawnderu]

Lamb of God — Nikto x Medic!Reader | Part I

Shot, stabbed, beaten... Mikhail has been through hell countless times, yet no amount of training or experience from years in Spetsnaz could ever prepare him for what Victor Zakhaev did to him. 8 missing nails, multiple new wounds on his already scarred body, and a face so disfigured he could no longer recognize himself— not only was his body broken, but so was his psyche.

His first visit was with the medics, wounds in desperate need of cleaning even with infection starting to set in most of them, the chemical burns on his face already blistering and itching despite being scolded by the medic multiple times for scratching himself. He was a difficult patient to say the least— not wanting anyone to touch his injuries or even look at him, only accepting treatment from the only person who dared confront him.

“'Stop that.” Your request comes in a sharp tone, not wanting him to itch his blistering injuries and make the scarring worse than what you knew it would be. A mumbled ''don't tell me what to do'' makes its way to your ears, though you decide to ignore it when he puts his hands way, adhesive bandages decorating his fingers where the nails had been ripped off.

“Sit up for me.” The man is an aggressive dog that defends himself with fangs bared, yet he somehow listens to your commands— even when he scoffs or grumbles before finally doing what you ask. Your gloved hand goes to his chin as you examine the red skin on his face, noting it was washed when he was first rescued, no residue of the acid left. He mumbles something and you raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to repeat himself.

“Is it gross?” His deep voice asks, accent even rougher with the raw emotion he's feeling. He knows for a fact it's gross, he saw it himself— he has blisters covering over half of his face, still remembering the acid dripping down his face from Zakhaev simply wanting to cause him pain.

“I've seen worse— at least you still have a face.” Being a medic for the military allowed you to see both human cruelty, and the extends injuries could go. You've seen multiple soldiers missing their face, skin pulled and bones poking out of their bodies— Mikhail's injuries aren't the worst you've seen, not even close.

“Your nose doesn't look too weird either, even when I was told it was broken. Your eyes still work, all your limbs are still attached... you'll recover from everything in no time.” You try to keep a positive attitude despite the way his baby blue eyes are staring holes into your head, pupils looking tiny despite the dim light in the room.

“I'm mostly worried about what's going on here.” You tap his head softly and he doesn't take long on pushing your hand away softly, a small smile making way to your lips when you notice how he avoids eye contact for a second before he's back to staring at you. You stare back for a while, trying to decipher what he's feeling before going to grab a cloth, filling a small bucket with cold water and making your way back to him.

“This might hurt a little bit, let me know if you want me to stop and we can take a break.” He looks down at the bucket of water and the cloth you're dipping in, squeezing the excess water as you wait for his approval. He gives you a nod in affirmation, flinching slightly as the cold cloth makes contact with his face. It doesn't hurt as much as he imagined— if anything, it feels almost soothing, the previous ache and itchiness disappearing even if only for a very short while.

“Заканчивай быстрее с этой хернëй.” He mutters under his breath despite how good it actually feels on his injuries, not wanting to get any pity from you.

“Be patient.” It almost feels like he's getting scolded by his nana, faint memories of the old woman cleaning his scrapped knees come to mind, holding onto them to try and stop the bad thoughts from flooding his damaged brain.

“Mikhail.” Your soft voice slowly brings him back to reality, feeling an odd sensation all over his face. His hand goes up to feel his cheeks, only now realizing that you already dressed his wounds. He looks utterly confused, not even remembering you getting gauze, everything happening too suddenly. Now that he thinks about it, he doesn't remember most of the heli flight back home, too busy thinking about... what was he even thinking about?

“Mikhail.” You repeat, one of your gloved hands going to his shoulder in attempts to make him look at you. He's still staring blankly at the floor, just as he has been doing for the past 20 minutes, not responding to his own name.

“Quiet, I hear enough voices.” He brushes you off, finally getting up from the medical bed and quickly leaving your office despite the small limp from the beatings he took for days.

He hears voices? His next stop will have to be with the provided psychiatrist once his body recovers a little bit to test if he's still fit to be part of Spetsnaz, leaving your heart filled with worry until you move onto the next patient, making a mental note to check on him later.

A/N: Mikhail is Nikto's name in this fic, the person he used to be before turning into Никто.

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Ravishing Allure Masterlist

SOULMATE COLORBLINDNESS AU || NAVIGATION || TAGLIST

PAIRING: Nikto x F!Reader

OVERALL WARNINGS: Stalking, intense gore, smut, dark themes such as: obsession, paranoia, and misogyny, beauty standards in the modeling (reader's) career, violence, weapons, mental illness, etc. (More specific warnings in every chapter)(18+).

DISCLAIMERS: All images found on Pinterest.

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

"You met the man your mother hired for you two mornings after the death of your last security detail, shrouded in so much black that you wondered if he might create a void of energy around him—a cloud of gruff and grueling seriousness stuck at his head. A crown of brutal commitment.

Nikto, you learned he was called. Employed under some PMC group called KorTac. Former Russian Spetsnaz.

Nikto. 

Yes, you quite liked how that rolled off the tongue."

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER I : Cake for a Dead Man

CHAPTER II : Flowers for the Sick and Gone

CHAPTER III : A Noose To Hang Onto

CHAPTER IV : My Three Dead, Little Doves

CHAPTER V : As Tainted and as Flawed as You

CHAPTER VI : Nobody's Son, Nobody's Daughter

CHAPTER VII : Tower of Babel

CHAPTER VIII : All the Things We Said We Wouldn't Do

CHAPTER IX : Little Deaths

CHAPTER X : The Sound of Silent Graves

CHAPTER XI : Icarus

CHAPTER XII : Her Blackthorn Tree

CHAPTER XIII : Doth Its Rugged Jaws Expand

CHAPTER XIV : Baying Hounds; Pale Fangs

CHAPTER XV : For The Snakes And Who They Bite

CHAPTER XVI : The Color of Their Souls

CHAPTER XVII : Craftsmanship of Bones

CHAPTER XVIII : Talk With The Devil

CHAPTER XIX : Speaking Through Forked Tongues

CHAPTER XX : Consequences

CHAPTER XXI : The Love We Choose

FANART:

Nikto & Seraph

Nikto w. Cat

Nikto Portrait

[quimera-cami]

Hello i am obsessed with your art 🌻💛🌻💛

I saw ur requests are open for cod spetsnaz art! would love to see my babyboy dmitry bale; suggesting a few options to pick one from (also feel free to do none if you have too much on your plate too)

-dmitry x reader grocery shopping

-dmitry addicted to computer games while he recovers from his spinal injury (bg here: https://callofduty.fandom.com/wiki/Dmitry_Bale)

-dmitry learning maxim has four kids lol

-dmitry playing with maxim’s kids

-these “bachelor party” and “ruined my vacation” dialogues between dmitry/maxim - https://youtu.be/_x-BDqxbmYU?si=FKMCvfXvHYz9luEX

-dmitry confessing to reader

-dmitry trying to rizz up reader/drop shitty pickup lines

-dmitry cooking

-dmitry anything tbh you could probably draw him taking a dump and id be like 🥹🥹🥹🥹 my babyboy lol i love him so much

References: https://youtu.be/oYnPpeUraZY?si=EF05Yc8KadR4Ui2S

Hi! I love all of your ideas, I want to do them all. I definitive do them in a future.

I just love this man sm 😭

Anyways, hope you like this one!

[andreas-river]

Idk if this is something your comfortable writing if not I understand but could you write a gang bang with the spetsnaz I mean ig exclude one of the bale brothers cus it could be kinda weird idk but if your comfortable writing it I’d really appreciate it

CHRISTMAS BREAKS ARE MEANT TO BE REMEMBERED

TW: gangbang, established relationship, everything is consensual, protected and unprotected p-in-v, blowjobs, fingering, a bit of voyeurism and exhibitionism, cunnilingus, slight femdom at some point, double penetration, mutual orgasms, aftercare.

PAIRING: F!Reader x Nikto x Nikodim "Rodion" Egorov x Dmitry Bale

A/N: I'm so sorry it took ages to do this, it's longer than the usual but I hope you will like it, Anon!

For the past few days, you noticed something different in your teammates. Something on a deeper level, the way their gaze lingered more on you, and no one else noticed this since the base was exceptionally empty—the Christmas break started right two days ago, and you couldn’t be happier. You could eat even better with all the silence around you, enjoying the presence of the few people you were closer to. Doing your morning laps with Rodion was far more fun, or stargazing during the night with Nikto was something you could do without repercussion.

And right while you were doing this with him, he proposed the idea to you. You could never expect that such words would leave his mouth—well, fuck, you were in a secret relationship with him, and only the team knew about this, and you always tried your best to not let the secret slip out. So, when he talked about the idea, he quickly clarified to you who was going to be involved, when and how would happen, and especially, that he would make sure that no boundaries were going to be crossed. You gave him a smile and a slow nod, never expecting that a fantasy of yours could become reality.

You were sitting on Nikto’s lap already, his gloved hand touching the plump flesh of your breast. His touch was firm, a hint of gentleness as he removed your shirt under their gaze. Rodion’s face was already flushed, his breath slightly heavy. Dmitry was less obvious, but since he removed his usual balaclava, you clearly noticed the shift in his expression. Nikto made you lay back on the couch, noticing the momentary absence of Rodion as he locked the door. Everything you were doing was wrong, illegal, so forbidden that made your heart jump in your throat, your breath hitching only for a fraction of a second, before Rodion sat next to your head, lowering his body so he could reach your belly with his lips, his bare chest right at your face. You let your instinct guide you, your hands reaching for his skin and the numerous scars that littered his body.

With half-lidded eyes, you let out a sigh as Dmitry took place between your legs, spreading them so he could reach the most intimate part of you, your face heating up in a deep shade of red. From the corner of your eye, you could see Nikto sitting on the wooden coffee table, just watching the scene unfold in front of him. He was doing exactly what he promised, making sure that his teammates respected your limits and that they wouldn’t cross his rules. You gave him a nod, reassuring him that you liked what was happening.

From the way Rodion was lavishing the soft skin of your neck, his tongue dragging down to your chest, while Dmitry tentatively unbuttoned your trousers, that made your spine tingle. Not even a minute later, you were already half-naked, only your panties and your sports bra still on. “That’s unfair,” you whined, making Nikto chuckle: for tonight, he was the one in control, and that meant in control of everyone, Dmitry and Rodion included. Flicking his gaze to Dmitry, the latter proceeded to obediently brush the palm of his hand against the soft fabric of your panties, as he felt the wet spot caused by your arousal.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Rodion’s murmur against your ear gave you chills, nodding at him, the words stuck in your throat as Dmitry rubbed your sensitive clit through your panties, not even thinking when you tried to close your legs. Nikto reached to your knee, forcing your legs open again as he got up, standing right next to you as the other two finally shed their clothes, both remaining bare right in front of your hungry eyes. Nikto helped you remove the remnants of your underwear, your breath heavy at the unfolding scene.

With a last nod from your boyfriend, it was as if he let go of the leashes that held Dmitry and Rodion, both of them feasting on you with everything they had: their warm hands explored any reachable inch on your skin, their lips hot like lava as you arched your back for them, an open invite for them to devour you.

And the most exciting thing was having Nikto, your lover, watching everything as if it was a show crafted just for him, sitting in the front row as Rodion made his first move, positioning his hips next to your head, gently inviting you to taste his hardness. You could feel your blood boiling as you tasted on your tongue the salty precum that leaked from the tip, while he played with your exposed breast as you sucked him, focusing on your hardening nipples as he made you squirm, a sly smile on his face as he enjoyed the predicament you were in.

You slowly wrapped your lips around his length, feeling with your tongue the warmth coming for the skin, slurping sounds coming from your mouth as Rodion groaned loudly, his fingers tangling in your hair as you arched your back when you felt hot lips latching on your sensitive folds, the sensation making your toes curl in ecstasy. Two of his fingers already found your slick opening, pushing them inside and deep enough for him to quickly find your sweet spot, groaning eagerly as you continued to suck onto Rodion’s length, his tip angry red from your incessant stimulation.

Right when you, Rodion, and Dmitry were all immersed in this bubble of pleasure, that’s when Nikto stopped both of them, leaving you on the edge of what you knew could be a shattering orgasm. Denied of your climax, Nikto made you rise, making you rest on your knees as he pushed your face straight to his groin, the tent caused by his erection pronounced from his trousers.

“Show them how good you are, dorogaya,” He invited you with a gentle pat on your cheek, his gloves warm on your skin as you unbutton his pants, lowering them just enough to pull out his cock, the veins pulsing and throbbing as you grabbed the base. Your tongue skillfully circled the tip before sliding it inside your mouth, working around his length and trying to take the full length.

Behind you and sitting obediently on the couch, you could hear both Dmitry and Rodion groaning, the slick sound of their hands sliding up and down their cocks echoing in the room. You couldn’t see them, but you knew what game was playing Nikto, forcing them to watch instead of touch, making them stay on the edge, and not letting them cum if they went too close to their orgasm. As Nikto took control of your movements, you let him grab the side of your head firmly enough to move his hips faster, gagging around his cock as his movements became frantic, feeling the tip hitting the back of your throat over and over. The sound of your gags and sputters only stirred him on, groaning and holding your head firmly as he loses himself to the pleasure.

Only when he finally filled your throat with his salty seed, he finally stepped back to let you recover your breath, your chest burning from the prolonged lack of time without oxygen. Despite this, his touch became delicate in your hair, helping you back onto the couch and finally letting Dmitry and Rodion touch you again. But it was only the beginning, as you pushed Rodion on his back under the amused gaze of the others, as Rodion groaned in annoyance and murmured some curses behind gritted teeth, not that you cared anyway. You waited for him as he put a condom on before straddling him and lowering yourself on his length, a breathed moan escaping your lips once he was fully inside. At the sight, Dmitry couldn’t hold back anymore, his fingers traveling down your spine, his pupils wide as he looked at the way you took control of your thrusts, your hips bucking steadily as Rodion moaned under your stimulation.

He groaned as Nikto walked towards him, grabbing his wrists once he was close enough, his member slowly hardening again as he held Rodion, his chest heaving under the torture you and Nikto were subjecting him. Dmitry touched you from behind, his hand placed on your hips as he guided your movements, grinning at the mess Rodion was becoming, with droplets of sweat from his brows and his hair sticking to his forehead. The more you bounced up and down, the more you could feel his length throbbing against your walls, his orgasm followed by a whimper that made Nikto chuckle at his submission.

But Dmitry had other plans, pulling you up and letting Rodion regain his breath alone, holding your arms behind your back and spreading your legs. The grip of his hands was firm, his shaft from behind probing and your puffy lips, hearing him groaning at the way your walls squeezed him tight. Your heart leaped in your throat as Nikto positioned himself in front of you, pulling you upright as you met his gaze: he was enjoying every moment, your gasps filling the room when he tried to enter your slick hole, your hands grabbing his shirt as your jaw fell slack at the stretch your walls were forced to endure.

“Relax, dorogaya,” Nikto’s voice was so far away as you tucked your head under the crook of his neck, even feeling the blood pumping in your ears as your legs trembled from the strain your pussy was enduring. “You can take us both. I know you can.”

Dmitry reached from behind, his hand sneaking to your swollen clit to help you relax, rubbing circles with two fingers as Nikto managed to slip inside, your walls squeezing them at every heartbeat. And when they started to move and alternate each thrust you almost thought you were going to lose your mind, the pain of being stretched so open mixing with the arousal coursing inside your veins turning into a dangerous blend, gasping for oxygen as their hips slapped against your skin, the sound echoing around the room almost in a pornographic way.

“You look even better like this, all red and moaning for us,” Dmitry murmured at your ear, the breath on your ear making you shiver, a whimper escaping your throat. A slap on your left ass cheek made you jump in surprise. “How many times you dreamed about this, mh?”

You mumbled something incoherently, hiding your face in Nikto’s neck as you struggled to hold your orgasm. Your mind was empty except for the pleasure, your wetness drenching both of their cocks as they thrusted inside you mercilessly, amused by your reaction. Everything that came after happened in a blur, your hands grabbing Nikto’s shoulders like a lifeline as your body trembled like a leaf, coming around them and milking both of them for all they were worth. That’s when you closed your eyes and leaned against your boyfriend, your consciousness hanging on a thread.

“That was incredible,” Rodion muttered: he was still sprawled over the couch, his stamina long gone after his orgasm. Nikto glared at him in silence, fixing the blanket over your body that still leaned on him. Your weight wasn’t a problem for him, his gloved hand tracing pattern on the soft skin of your thighs as he controlled you for the umpteenth time in a row. “She’ll be fine, right?”

“Well, she had a safe word.” Dmitry stated matter-of-factly, fixing his sweatpants before giving a quick glance over you, his features softening as he looked at your flushed face.

The rest of their words blurred with the rhythm of you heavy breathing, falling into a light slumber until the voices died down, silence filling the room. Only when your eyes fluttered open you noticed that Nikto took you to his room, holding you a bit more tightly, his strong arm around your slumped shoulders. His other arm stretched to grab something next to him, unscrewing the cap of the bottle before nudging it to your dried lips, humming at the relief it gave on your sore throat.

“You told me you were going to fuck my brain out, not my soul—” He grinned at your words, playfully pinching your inner thighs with his fingers, making you jump in surprise.

“Just rest, lyubimaya moya.” You rolled your eyes, but you gladly leaned against his chest to rest a bit more, his touch soothing your strained muscles until you fell asleep again, knowing that you’ll never forget this Christmas break.

[melodygatesauthor]

"it catches him a little off guard how much he needs you when he finally puts his cock in." - This, this right here? That's some GOOD SHIT

"Afterwards hes running you a bath and makes sure that you're carrying out proper post-sex safety." - We love a good aftercare King!

"Cuddles :)" Mhm yesssss.

This was amazing.

Can we get some hcs of dom Fuze with a virgin s/o and it’s their first time? 👀

You sure can buddio, admittedly I supposed I projected a littttttllle bit how I wished my first time was, but that being said this man is 10/10 one of the best people to lose the V card to like bro got patience.

Fuze Taking Virginity NSFT Headcanons

For the first time, he's going to be extremely careful

Shuhrats quite a logical man and he's going to apply that to this situation, he's going to have it all mentally planned out, he already takes typically things slow but this time it's less to draw it out and more for caution.

The last thing he wants is for you to be caused pain or not enjoy it, he knows you only have your first time once.

You really don’t need to worry or think about anything because ever single step hes going to walk you through it, if he wants you to move or do anything he will instruct you how.

Good luck trying to put any focus on him, he's not going to take it, the night is all about you and nothing you say will change that.

Shuhrat doesn’t bring out any bindings or anything, it's going to be pretty vanilla. He does however bring a few smaller toys 

The pair of you can figure out if you enjoy more kinker things later on, for the moment he wants you to experience the ‘basics’.

Which means missionary in the comfort of his bedroom.

There's at least two water bottles next to the bed, he's not going to let you get dehydrated and is prepared to put aircon on if the room gets too hot. He doesn’t mind stopping to give you a break- even if it means ruining his own orgasm (not that he cares too much for it for that night)

Dudes going to spend ages prepping you- so much foreplay

He's very vocal that night, he knows how important it is for him to communicate with you in that situation and knows how nerve-racking it can be.

So he constantly gives you praise, and kisses on whatever skin he's closest to

At first, he starts with his hands, making sure his fingers are well lubricated (there's going to be so much lube used that night, good thing he uses water-based else good luck to his sheets)

Then he uses his mouth, lightly teasing your entrances with his fingers before they penetrate you.

Almost frustratingly slow, but slowly enters you with his fingers. 

Once you’re used to them he's going to switch over to some toys, smaller ones at that. He doesn’t want to immediately move to his own cock in fear that it could be too big.

Your cumming on that toy if its the last thing he does.

After you come down from your high he's going to make you drink some water, then lay you flat on the bed.

Dudes been hard all night and it catches him a little off guard how much he needs you when he finally puts his cock in.

Shuhrat goes slow but also has to pause for a moment to prevent himself from just shoving his entire dick in like he so desperately wants to. 

When he's fully inside the pair of you just stare at each other for a bit, him getting used to being side you while you getting used to being so full.

Once you get used to him he starts a steady pace but eventually, he starts to lose himself just a tad. Dudes gonna be fucking. 

For once he cums relatively fast- for him anyway- it’s been a long night for a pair of you

But he's still happy to continue if you wish to. 

Afterwards hes running you a bath and makes sure that you're carrying out proper post-sex safety. 

Shuhrat doesn’t say too much except for quiet praises as he washes you, he will shower after your bath.

Afterwards, he crawls into bed with you, he's will do almost a debriefing with you. Normally he hates debriefings at work but is happy to talk about it afterwards, how you feel, what you like ect

Cuddles :) 

[jiyansthesis]

ROOKIE ☆ MISTAKE

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

x reader

summary: you and ghost are on a mission to take out a diamond dealer, but something obviously just had to go wrong. "the objective is complete. that means that price will be happy, even if we're not."

note: heavily based off of this asmr vid i came across lmao. just thought i had to put it into writing and add a bit more (i was rolling around giggling listening to it when i was trying to sleep). so if it seems similar to my other post, i had to keep most of the events in here similar to the video so i didn't have much room to work with. ty for the love on my other post! this will have 2 parts :) i just wanted to make pt.1 the whole vid

not proofread // gender neutral

pt. 2

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"all right rookie, listen up," price's voice came from your radio. "you'll rendezvous with ghost. the mission itself is simple, you're taking out a diamond dealer, who's been causing no end of trouble for the local community."

you glanced out the opening that was supposed to be a window, but had no glass. the sun was quickly setting, and you knew once it got dark your job was going to be a lot more harder.

"-so, it's important that you take him out as quietly, and as quickly, as possible." you didn't get to hear what he said before that, but you knew it wasn't that important in terms of the mission. you weren't that experienced when it came to working in the field, but you guessed that taking out one man wouldn't be very hard.

"the only thing is," price sighed, "uh, well, he's a highly decorated sniper from spetsnaz."

oh. fucking fantastic. you groaned, rubbing a hand up and down your face.

"i just had to fucking jinx it," you mumbled.

after a momentary pause, as if he had heard you, price continued.

"he's most likely on the hunt for you as well, so when you meet up with ghost, make sure you spend some time to survey the area."

the fact you had ghost with you made you more hopeful. he's one hell of a good shot, and there's no way you weren't completing this mission with him at your side. you basically have to sit back and relax.

"do everything you can, to protect yourself, and whenever you're ready, take out the target. this is your first test rookie. i've got expectations for you."

you got ready to press the button on the radio to reply that you understood, but price continued.

"and, about simon. he can be a little. . . off. but don't let that put you off. if he insults you, he's sarcastic. or he'll always make your life hell." the man on the other side chuckled. "that means he likes you."

waiting for the confirmation to speak, you were cut off by, "alright rookie, price out." and nothing else was said.

you slipped your radio away, waiting for ghost to appear. you've heard a lot about him, but mostly from other rookies, who feared and respected him. you didn't know what to expect.

it was a few moments of silence before you heard the footsteps of someone coming, you held your gun ready just in case it wasn't ghost, but quickly lowered it once you saw his telltale mask.

he made his way over to you in silence, all the way to where you were standing near the window. you slightly scooted back on instinct, and before you realized what you even did, ghost noticed.

"what's the matter?" he said in his accented voice. "don't believe in ghost stories?"

"what?" you replied.

"have i got something on my fucking face?" he probably said that in response to your wide eyes.

you bit back the snarky and know-it-all response of "that fucking mask", and instead quickly replied no.

he turned his head away from you, looking back outside.

"i've been here for 45 fucking minutes," he paused. "and you- you didn't even fucking clock me once. not once."

you stayed quiet.

"my conclusion, my calculation, my epiphany, is that you, must be the rookie that price has been fucking banging on about for the past few weeks. i would've asked but, only a rookie would not be able to clock that they was being stalked, followed, or otherwise, shadowed."

it was true, you hadn't noticed him until he purposefully made his presence known with the way he stomped over to you. you didn't even know he was here for as long as you had been.

"only a absolutely fucking numpty could be the rookie. and only an absolute rookie would make that mistake." he continued on.

price was right. this guy practically shits out insults.

"you are the rookie," he pointed at you as if you wouldn't know who he was talking about. "that i've been sent to fucking babysit."

"simon, i-"

"no, no, no, no," he cut you off. "listen here gorgeous, you don't get to call me that, yeah?"

you nodded. why is he all worked up at you using his real name? you knew better than to ask him that and pushed the thought to the back of your mind.

"lieutenant, or ghost. you understand?"

"yes," you replied.

"copy, or affirmative, or that yankee doodle jargon, you know. tell you what though, they're fucking good soldiers. so, now that you and i are, acquainted, what's on the menu?"

you raised your eyebrow in confusion and question.

"what's the op? or have you uh, lost track?

"no lieutenant." you began to fill him in on the mission, basically replaying everything price had said to you.

he didn't reply, which seems like something he likes to do. leave you in utter and awkward silence while you think of how to not anger this towering man.

"so, where are you from? you have an accent." you made a pitiful attempt at restarting the conversation as ghost tapped on the side of his gun, still surveying the outside.

"you always ask your superiors personal questions like that all the time, do ya? you must be a real fucking heat at the barracks."

price really did not prepare you for ghost's insults.

"they fucking love me at the barracks." the corner of your mouth downturned. you couldn't see the expression he had, which has been bothering you this whole time. he barely shows emotions in his eyes, and you can't even see the rest of his face.

"i'm from manchester, i've just uh, spent too much time with that southern softie, price. but uh, your small talk is wearing thin my even smaller patience. so why don't you do us a little por favor, shut the fuck up."

you almost burst out laughing when he said that, but quickly turned away so he wouldn't see. didn't need him to have something else to reprimand you for.

"alright rookie, you have a look around?"

"no, sir." you didn't even think about it.

"no. of course you fucking haven't. i guess you fucking youngsters think that due diligence is a hollywood actor. do you fucking do your job at all, twat?" he scoffed.

"fear fucking not, as abrasive i might be, i'm at least, organized." he pulled out something that looked like a piece of metal that reflected the sunlight. "do you know what this is, rookie?"

"what? is this a fucking trick question?" it was such a random object, and you don't remember seeing something with that specific shape before.

"it's not a trick question, the fuck do you think it is?"

"a mirror?" you got ready for him to make fun of you or groan that you were such a rookie, but instead he nodded.

"that's right. 10 points for hufflepuff. it's a mirror. i use it for my makeup, so i look pretty in the morning."

"well, i bet you do a good ass job every morning, lieutenant. under the mask, i bet? you should show me." you weren't gonna lie, you have been thinking about what's under the mask ever since you first saw him, and this was the perfect moment to ask.

he angled his head towards you and let out a breath of air that you were going to consider a laugh.

"negative. the mask doesn't come off."

"are you ugly, sir?"

"on the contrary. it's not because i'm ugly. quite the opposite, actually. i don't wanna dazzle the enemy by my beauty." he gestured towards his face.

"anyways, this mirror has a different purpose, yeah?. i place the mirror, ever so delicately, on the shelf, just there." he did as he said, and you locked eyes with him. "i angled this specific one, at 46 degrees. do you know why?"

"no, i don't." what type of questions was he asking you? you let out a sigh. price gave you two challenges. the diamond dealer, and then ghost.

"it's my lucky number- no. because, while you were, daydreaming, like a lovestruck teen, i was out there hopping from different key points, putting up mirrors. no, i'm vain. i like to check myself out before i go to fight. what the fuck do you think?" he then told you to hold your gun up and aim your scope at the mirror, telling you to adjust it.

he proceeded to teach you about how you could use these mirrors to create an effect like a camera obscurer, and how it gave you a bird's eye view of the field.

"just a trick of the light. reflections." he explained to you, knowing the look of amazement in your eyes. "not magic."

you frowned. "well, thanks for ruining that for me."

the sun was quickly setting, and you didn't know how long it would take for you to make contact with the target. you've actually become comfortable with ghost, although he was constantly cursing you for being new. but you believed price when it came to the fact that it's because he's being sarcastic, not because he truly hates you.

"now , what's your name? don't want to have to call you rookie all the time."

"you don't know? i would've guessed price would've told you."

"of course i know," he growled. "i'm being polite. you can't walk up to someone already knowing their name, can you?"

"same could be said for you," you narrowed your eyes. didn't he just say small talk pisses him off?

"well, i'm called ghost. but i ain't that fucking spooky, mate." he chuckled.

you were about to introduce yourself, the way you would as if you had met him in a bar, but something shot past your face, causing your ears to ring.

"holy fuck, what was that?" you looked to see a hole in the wall to the side of you, a bullet lodged in it.

"well, that's obviously a fucking bullet. and neither of us shot anything, so it's an enemy sniper."

you rolled your eyes. "i know that, lieutenant."

"go on, have a look."

you moved over to the window, looking through the scope of your gun. you knew that he was definitely not on the floor, given the fact he was a sniper, so you focused all your attention on the rooftops and high points that he could be shooting from.

"you see anything?"

"not yet. he's hiding fucking good."

another high-pitched noise flew right by.

"well you better hurry up. they almost hit me."

you looked at him in worry, expecting to see him grazed.

"oh, i don't mind. take your time." he sarcastically urged you to continue.

after a few seconds of trying to find the source of the bullets, you heard the next bullet before you barely felt it. it made contact with you, but thankfully, it wasn't deep. you let out a cry, and ghost glanced sideways at you.

"guess i better stop playing around," he lifted his gun up, and he almost immediately found the sniper, letting out two shots, but not before the dealer could hit him in the arm.

"ah, fuck," he said. "fucker really got me. at least, our mission is completed."

"does that shit not hurt for you or something?" you questioned his lack of notice to his wound.

"of course if fucking hurts, rookie. you think i'm actually some type of ghost? can't feel pain?"

"fucking christ, you know what i mean, lieutenant." you frowned.

ghost let his gun fall to the floor, and he began examining you for where you got shot.

"it's bleeding quite a bit. but while you've got, a concerning gash, i would appreciate your help in dealing with mine first. then i, pinkie promise, i will help you, rookie."

"what should i do?" you also stranded your gun, walking over to ghost.

"i just need you to hold the torch. it's too dark for me to see shit out here. now listen, don't get any ideas but i've got to take a few layers off, so, no fucking peeking."

you spun around quickly, but there was an urge inside you to turn around and see what was going on. you heard the rustling of clothes and gear and the light sound of them falling to the floor. you got too curious, and couldn't help yourself.

you angled your head a little bit to at least see what was happening in your peripheral vision, but you got caught.

"do you want a fucking second bullet hole?"

"no thanks," you went back to staring at the wall in front of you, wondering how you got to this point. being shot on your first mission with ghost has got to be something no one has ever done.

"all right, fuck," he breathed out.

you decided that that was your que to turn back around, and you gaped at the big hole in his arm, and not over his built body or

"jesus christ, ghost. you're telling me that shit doesn't hurt?"

"no. this hurts quite a lot, but i'm just not crying like a baby about it." he held his arm in front of him, examining the wound.

he then proceeded to pick up some things from his pile of clothes and gear, holding up a flashlight for you to take.

"here. hold this torch." you took it and turned it on, resisting another impulsive urge to shine the light in ghost's eyes just to see what color they were.

he got a pair of tweezers and began attempting to get the bullet out, with him groaning and making other noises that you would've felt uncomfortable hearing if it wasn't for the fact that it was ghost with a whole piece of metal in his arm.

"shit, can you hold the fucking torch still?" you fixed your grip on the flashlight but couldn't help your shaky hands.

after a while, he finally drops the tweezers and instead switches it for a pocket knife.

"you're not much help," he flips the knife open and uses it only for a little bit, hissing through his teeth.

you can see the bullet, and ghost goes back to the tweezers. he continues the rotation between the two for minutes, and you're starting to think he won't be able to get it out himself here.

"if it don't come out, it don't come out. but i would prefer if i didn't have to macerate my whole fucking arm in the process," he sighed.

a few moments with only his heavy breathing filled the room, before he finally had the bullet in his tweezers.

"fucking finally," it took him a bit for him to calm down his breathing, and after a bit it was almost like he was good as new.

during this whole ordeal, your whole body has been throbbing. given the fact that this was your first time getting shot, though, you're going to consider yourself lucky that a bullet didn't lodge itself into you.

ghost suddenly had tissues in his hand, from who knows where, and began cleaning up around his wound.

"sorry if this isn't the most. . . hygienic field surgery. but soldiers, can't be choosers, can they?" he grabbed a roll of bandages and began wrapping it around his arm tightly. he still was letting out little sounds, trying to get used to the hole in his arm. he began lifting it up and down, and flexing it, and you watched as his veins became more prominent.

"maybe if i just fucking saw him before he shot you, this wouldn't have happened." you didn't know why it took so long for you to even find him, with how quick ghost spotted him and took him down.

"it's not your fault, it's mine. i was acting like a knob. trying to show off, impress you. but, if you fucking tell anyone that i got shot, acting like a twat, you'll be the ghost." you watched as he wiped the blood from his arm, and you shut off the flashlight.

"you didn't have to do anything during this mission to impress me, lieutenant." you shook your head, smiling. "i've heard enough about you to think you're one of the coolest motherfuckers i've met."

he stared at you, and once again, you couldn't tell what was going on with him. was he smirking? was he unamused by your compliment?

"enough kissing up to me, gorgeous," he pointed at your laceration. "a promise is a promise."

you followed his command to hold out your arm.

"look, we're twinsies." he held up his injured arm. "it's cute, right?"

"we're basically best friends now," you responded with a wink.

"what are you fucking on," he sighed. you still had that shit eating grin on your face.

he took the flashlight from you, and held it up, along with his pocket knife.

"it's a clean cut. you're very lucky, mate. but don't get too cocky. there's a bit of debris in there." to your relief, instead of using the knife, he decided to use the tweezers.

you tried ignoring the discomfort of him quite literally digging in your arm.

"price is going to fucking love this," he muttered under his breath.

you being flinching every time the cold tool made contact with you, and ghost was fed up about it.

"hold still. you're fidgeting." you used your other arm to hold the one he was working on still.

finally, after what felt like hours of you sweating, trying to be still, he finally pulled away and wiped the tweezers off, then began to wipe you off.

"they're never gonna leave me alone about this. they're always gonna remind me of that time i got shot with a rookie on a simple mission."

"a new experience, huh?" you bandaged up your arm yourself and the two of you got ready to leave, gearing back up and putting everything away.

"alright, you did, okay. not fucking amazing. you're not gonna win any medals or rewards or prizes. but you did alright, rookie. i'm proud of you."

you flushed at the praise, sheepishly putting your hand behind your neck.

"here. there's one thing you can do from now on, if you want. if you want, you can call me, simon."

"really?" you exclaimed. you're probably one of the only rookies he's allowed call him anything but lieutenant or ghost. you mentally high-fived yourself.

"don't get to excited. c'mon, let's go see the captain before he thinks that we have. . . eloped." he turned his back to you and began making his exit. you were slow to hear what he said, and he stopped, looking back at you.

"fucking c'mon then. jesus christ." he said as you ran after him.

you hoped that you would be able to work with simon a lot more after this.

☆☆.

part 2? when i feel romantical

[harthazard]

Stepping into the living room, you mindlessly scrolled through your phone. Ramming your foot into the corner of the couch you yelped and fell to the ground and whimpered at the aching pains. “Damn, what toe was it.” Timur asked, looking away from the tv to ensure you were badly injured. “The.. pinkie..” you cried out, climbing up the couch meekly and resting the victim foot on his lap.

“Lemme see-“ he leaned forward to examine your foot closely before looking up with a sorry expression. “Em em em..” he tutted, “looks bad. We’re gonna need to amputate.”

Your worry left at his obvious joke and giggle as he began to tingle the bottom of your foot. “Stay still lady, it’s gonna get ugly!” He called, using the remote as a bone saw.

“Sooo stupid.” You laughed off, retracting your foot from him.

[sporadic-gremlin]

Nøkk is the best, I only really read fics now if she’s in them! There are some on wattpad that are x reader, but they’re mostly smut ;) there’s a really good one on AO3 where she’s one of the main characters called keep the wolves away (rewrite), there’s a writer on here called itsohh too that does Nøkk x reader fics, they post them on AO3 too. The fandom for her is not dead, we were just never big to begin with and over shadowed by all the spetsnaz and doc lion shippers

That’s one of the reasons I don’t even venture into the r6s fandom anymore because it’s all just doc/lion or bandit/jaeger or some other ship I’m not interested in. I’ll most definitely check out these creators though so thanks! 🛐🛐

[vampsquerade]

Hi!

A thought has been stuck in my head for some time now. Fuze/Reader: Enemies to Lovers. Anything about love/hate? I'm sorry I can't express it more precisely, it's hard to get it out of my head.

PS. Welcome back! I hope you're doing well. I wish you a great weekend and a good mood! Love you <3

hello anon!! thank you for the lovely welcome back, you’re so kind and i love you too!! i hope you’re doing well yourself my dear :,) i can definitely write this up for you! enemies to lovers is my favorite i love this so much…but also i’m sorry this may not turn out the way you might have liked, it’s been a while

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Fuze x GN!Reader: Breaking Points

Trigger Warnings: angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, physical altercations (punching, glass breaking over head), emotional distress, heavy drinking, infirmary visits

For years after joining Rainbow, you would’ve thought you’d figure out why Shuhrat had such an undying hatred for you. You didn’t know if it was from the way you introduced yourself to him, the way you acted, or the way you trained. All you knew was that he absolutely hates your guts. But what hurts most from this is the fact that you’ve found yourself falling in love with him. You tried your absolute hardest to be as nice as possible to him, apologizing promptly if he told you to shut up or just go away. In being pretty close to Aleksandr, the eldest Russian pretty much told you everything about Shuhrat, making it much easier to know about the things he liked. How was it that you managed to fall in love with a man that never even got along with you? It was impossible to even reach an understanding as to why you have such emotions for him.

It was like the day fell in love with the night—except the day was lukewarm and the night was freezing.

“Is everything okay, малыш? You are staring at the drink like you want to cry.” Aleksandr asks softly, putting a hand on your shoulder. Blinking a few times, you just sigh and shake your head, “I’m fine.” you lie, giving him a smile before downing your drink. “If you do not feel comfortable drinking with us because of Shuhrat it’s okay. We will not judge you for it.” Timur chimes in quietly, pouring you another drink once you beckon for him to do so. “I want to hang out with you guys though. You guys are at least fun.” you say. “Do not worry, it is still as much of a mystery to us as it is you.” Aleksandr reassures. You just shrug and down your drink once again, making sure to keep yourself separate from Maxim and Shuhrat, both of which were keeping to themselves. You’d been hanging out with Timur a lot more, happy that you knew at least 2 of the 4 Spetsnaz operators didn’t hate you.

Two hours would then come to pass and you’d be practically drunk enough to start a fight—and that’s exactly what you did. Aleksandr and Timur were off doing who knows what in the other corner of the room, laughing their asses off with a few of the other operators that decided to join in. This meant you were completely alone with Shuhrat, and you gripped your glass tightly. “What did I ever do to you?” you say, voice completely monotonous. “Who do you speak to?” Shuhrat asks, voice normally as cold as possible. “You, idiot. What did I ever do to you?” you repeat, keeping your eyes on your glass. “That is for me to know, not you” Shuhrat says, looking at you. “That’s such…bullshit, Shuhrat.” you spit, venom and malice now lacing your tone. “What?” he says, completely taken aback by the word that just left your mouth. His eyes quickly widened once he saw you had raised the arm you were holding your glass high in the air above his head, “Let me make it simpler for you—bullshit!’” you exclaim.

In an instant, the glass made contact with Shuhrat’s head and shattered. Shards flew everywhere and the commotion caused everyone, no matter how drunk they were, to rush over to try and stop the fight you just started. Shuhrat quickly stood despite the disorientation and blood getting into his eyes, swinging a left hook right against your nose. Becoming disoriented with a heavily bleeding nose, you were about to jump at him but you were swiftly held back by Timur and Aleksandr with the same being done with Shuhrat by Maxim and Elias. “What the hell happened?” Miles asks calmly, looking at you. You just stare at him for a moment, before looking back at Shuhrat and managing to push yourself out of the vice grip Aleksandr and Timur had on you.

Drunk and heavily bleeding, you simply turn and walk yourself away from everyone else. Nobody attempts to make a move to follow or stop you for any reason; it would be hell if they tried it upon seeing you snap for the very first time. At this point you’re convinced that nothing would be resolved, so you might as well just reciprocate the energy to him. “Idiot…who did you think you were fooling..?” you mumble drunkenly. Stumbling all the way to the infirmary, you open the door slowly and are met with Mina. “Hey…care to help me with my ninety-nine percent broken nose please..?” you ask. “Damn…who got you this hard?” Mina asked, helping you sit down on one of the beds there. “Shuhrat gave me a damn good one. I deserved it, though…smashed a glass over his head.” you say. “Two of you seem to be getting along much better.” Mina jokes, making sure you keep your head still so she could safely check if your nose was even broken in the first place. “Consider yourself lucky—you’re the 1% that didn’t get their nose broken.”

Feeling relieved, you continue to keep yourself still as Mina treats the injury you sustained. Eventually the bleeding from your nose stops but just in the case of you potentially breaking it, a splint is placed on it carefully. “Go ahead and lay down for a bit. I’m gonna go get you some water.” Mina says as she disposes of her gloves. You do as you’re told and position yourself to lay down, making sure to lay on the right side to avoid Shuhrat if he was to come in. And you would find it to be a good idea, because Shuhrat walked in and mumbled what he needed to Mina. You could only tell it was him by the way he mumbled, and just hearing him made your heart jump a bit in your chest. “God dammit…”

The amount of liquor you drank was making you extremely tired at this point, so you were starting to doze off. A few minutes pass, and as you’re nearly asleep, you feel a dip in the mattress of your bed. You groan at the person, trying to kick them off, only to have both your legs grabbed. “Let…go…” you say. “No. It is time we talked.” the person said. “Shuhrat..?” you mumble, opening your eyes and attempting to sit up. “Remain laid down. You will get yourself dizzy and throw up.” Shuhrat said. “Shut up…don’t tell me what to do…” you say sleepily, continuing to sit yourself up. He sighs softly at this, letting go of your legs but keeping himself ready in the case you decide you want to kick him. “Why do you suddenly want to talk to me?” you ask coldly.

Shuhrat visibly winces before sighing once again, “Because…I need to tell you about everything. None of it really excuses how I treated you—being rude and telling you I hated you—because in reality I was trying to hide other feelings.” he speaks. Your eyes widen, and you’re almost certain you want to kick the shit out of him. But for whatever reason, you can’t seem to bring yourself to do it. It’s as if you’re just…waiting to hear him out and explain himself before resorting to any further violence. “And what were those other feelings that you couldn’t just express to me?” you spit, crossing your arms. “It’s hard for me to show emotion. I used to have a fiancée but…I broke our wedding off because she wasn’t the one for me in the end. Ever since I lost my brother, I have been shut off from others for so long. And then…” he begins before trailing off.

Your previous face of annoyance became one of somber, as you had remembered Aleksandr mentioning that to you. “‘And then,’ what?” you ask. Shuhrat looked you dead in the eyes, and you could see he was sincere with what he spoke of. “And then you came along. It had been years since I broke off my engagement that I forgot how to express emotion. It is not normal for me to even speak as much as I am now. But you…you did something to me, and I did nothing but bring pain.” he said. “Why did it take me breaking a fucking glass over your head to get you to talk with me like a normal human being?” you ask. “I spoke to Harry earlier today about it. I needed proper advice and he said to look for a window of opportunity. That glass over my head was enough.” You laugh bitterly, “You’ve got a lot of fixing to do if you think I’ll just take you so easily…I was in love with you for so long…”

Shuhrat sighed, “Was? Are you no longer in love with me?” he asks. “I think I still am…but by the time we were separated I was thinking it was foolish to even be in love with you for so long…” you say. “Then…perhaps we can start anew.” Shuhrat said, sticking his hand out to you. “What are you doing..?” you ask. “I am Shuhrat, who are you?” he asked almost playfully. You give him a smile, realizing what he truly meant, “I’m Y/N. Nice to meet the real you, Shuhrat.” you say. Giving him your hand, the both of you shake before Shuhrat gently pulls you towards him into an embrace. A gentle kiss is planted onto the top of your head, making you smile.

[fixfoxnox]

How about 141 boys with a S/O who used to date Makarov, but like before he started his career as a terrorist

Oooh I've always wanted to do one of these

141 With a S/O Who Used To Date Makarov

Pairings: 141 x Male Reader (btw guys this is my default but I will write fem reader if you request it!) (No use of Y/N)

Notes: You'll get a bit of background, but essentially we're using my headcanons for Makarov's backstory in this, so if you don't understand after reading you may want to take a moment to read that! Also wasn't sure if Alejandro and Farah were included in this cause I think they're 141 but also they may just be like temporary members for whenever needed so??? I left them out.

Warnings: Possessiveness, implied abuse/kidnapping

Price:

Silence hung around the room for several moments, everyone standing tense as the offending video stood paused on the last frame, clicking over itself. No one knew quite what to say or do and most of the members of the 141 were looking between their captain and one of their lieutenants. The entire team knew about their relationship.

"Everyone out," Price's voice was harsh and it only took a few moments for the room to fully clear out, Gaz and Soap practically tripping over one another in an attempt to escape the stifling tension that had filled the room. Ghost and Roach were at least a bit more subtle with their rush to leave.

There was a moment of silence when it was finally just the two of them. Price was staring hard but his boyfriend was doing his best to avoid his gaze. "So," Price started carefully, "Do you want to tell me?"

"There's nothing to tell," his boyfriend responded carefully, still avoiding his gaze. His eyes trailed back over toward the small screen, frozen on the face of a familiar figure. He looked much the same and yet so different from the boy that he'd followed into the military. It broke his heart in an odd way.

"You," Price took in a calming breath, pushing himself away from the table and turning away, "You can't lie about this. Tell me, please."

There was another moment of quiet between them. "I don't love him anymore," his boyfriend spoke quietly, "if that's what you're worried about."

Price wheeled around to face him, his eyes hard, "That's what you think I'm worried about?" He moved around the table to him in several quick strides. Despite the hard look on his face, his hands were soft as he tilted his face toward him, forcing their eyes to connect, "That isn't what this is about. I'm worried about you. I'm worried about what he might have done to you. I'm worried about what he might want to do to you."

He turned away, unable to hold Price's gaze any longer. The man was so intense with his affection and care at times. It could be overwhelming for him. It was hard for him to talk about these things. His past wasn't exactly his favorite thing to discuss. He preferred to leave his past where it was. Where it couldn't hurt him anymore.

After a moment, Price gave a deep sigh. "Listen," his voice was soft, "you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I just...I need you to know that I won't judge you. I need you to know that at the end of the day, all I want is to know that you're alright."

"Makarov," he started quietly, his eyes moving back to the image on the screen, "We were raised together." He spoke carefully trying not to wince at the memories of that cold orphanage where they spent their childhood. "We were close. He was...different then. Sweeter, not obsessed with power and revenge. When he went into Spetsnaz, I followed."

He shook his head at himself, remembering the two's secretive relationship, the shared kisses when they would see each other between work with their squads. He remembered the way that Makarov had started to change as well. The little things, little things that were probably only noticeable to him.

"When he was discharged, when I found out what he'd done, I broke things off." He looked to Price, "I swear that was it. I broke things off and I haven't seen him since. I don't know what he was talking about," he pointed at the little screen, "I promise I have no idea what he was talking about."

Price grabbed his hand tugging him closer to press them together. He leaned their foreheads together, just sharing the space between them for a moment before nodding, "I believe you." He pressed closer, wrapping his arms around his boyfriends waist. "I believe you. Just," he seemed to hesitate for a moment, his face twisting up with something akin to rage, "if he tries anything," his voice was much harsher, "I'll fucking hang him."

"He's a terrorist," he reminded Price with a low voice, "We're going to bring him in and, no matter what sort of feelings he thinks he still has for me, nothing is going to happen." He tugged Price closer to him, pressing their lips together for a moment in a sweet kiss.

With the sweet slide of their lips together, he could feel Price relaxing in his touch. His relationship with Makarov was long over and, no matter what his former lover wanted, he knew that Price never let the terrorist even get close. He knew that Price was all that he wanted.

Ghost

"Simon, this is ridiculous," he sighed, turning his head to watch his boyfriend pace across the floor of the safe house, "I will be fine."

"Makarov sent you roses," Ghost shot back lowly, still pacing around. His mask was still on, something rare for when it was just the two of them alone. It let his boyfriend know how serious he was, how on edge he was. "He knows you. He's managed to find something out about my personal life and now he's targeting you."

His boyfriend could feel guilt eating at his chest and he was quick to look away. He knew about Ghost's past, he knew what happened to his boyfriend's family. He knew how much this was stressing Ghost out. "It isn't because of you," he spoke quietly, shame tinting his words.

He'd never told Ghost, he'd never told anyone. Running away was the most he'd been able to do. When things got tough, when he realized what the man he loved had become, he'd taken the coward's way out. He'd run and hidden and changed who he was in an attempt to avoid his past. Now it was back to haunt him.

Ghost continued pacing, "We have to keep you somewhere safe. If Makarov gets his hands on you, he'll kill you."

"I don't think he wants to kill me. Simon, I need to-"

"I need to get you a gun," he muttered, "I'll show you how to use it. You shouldn't have to use it, you aren't meant to get mixed up in this." He tugged at the edge of his mask aggressively, as though he wanted to tear at the material.

"Simon," he tried again. He had to tell him, "Come sit down, there's something-"

"We'll need to move locations too. The more we move the harder it will be for Makarov to take you. We can-"

"Simon!" He didn't like to yell, but his boyfriend wouldn't listen. He was so lost in his mind, so lost in his stress that he needed something to bring him back. His sudden shout seemed to do the job.

Ghost stopped in his place, frozen with wide eyes as he looked at his boyfriend. His boyfriend gave him an apologetic smile before patting the spot on the couch next to him and slowly motioning for Ghost to join him. There was a moment of silence that passed before Ghost hesitantly moved, sitting close enough that their legs were pressed together.

He took a moment, taking in a deep calming breath before speaking, "Makarov isn't after me because he figured out who you are." He held a hand up, stopping Ghost from speaking. He took another moment, trying to work up the courage to say what he wanted to. "Makarov knows me because we were together, years ago."

There was a long pause. "When you say together?"

"We dated," he looked away from Ghost, feeling heat run through him. "Before he was a terrorist. When I found out what he'd done, that he was working with the ultranationalists, I broke things off and ran." Hesitantly, he reached out to take one of Ghost's hands in his own, "I'm sorry I never told you. But this, him sending me those flowers, coming after me, it isn't because of you." He looked away from Ghost's blank gaze, nerves and shame eating at him. He wasn't quite sure how the man would react, but he understood that this could be too much for the man that he loved. "I understand if you-"

He didn't get a chance to finish as he was tugged into his boyfriend's chest and wrapped up in his arms. He was quick to relax against Ghost's chest, burying his face in his warmth as a kiss was pressed against the top of his head. "Thank you for telling me," Ghost's voice was still serious. He pulled back and took his boyfriend's face in his hands, pulling him close. There was a hint of something new in his eyes, something low and possessive, "He won't lay a finger on you. I'll tear him apart before he can."

Gaz

"C'mon, say something," he begged, watching Gaz's face closely. His boyfriend was frozen in place, his expression frozen in shock and horror. He should have expected this. "Gaz, please."

Gaz still didn't speak, he just blinked at him, eyes wide. His boyfriend could feel anxiety clawing at his chest and creeping up his throat. He started to pace around, rubbing at his face as he waited for the verdict from the man that he loved. He should have expected this. He should have known that he couldn't just explain things and expect everything to be fine.

He had to explain though, he just had to. He couldn't tell Gaz and have it come up during a mission. He couldn't let Makarov use it against him. His team needed to know, Gaz needed to know. He'd thought it would be easiest to start with Gaz, but now he wasn't too sure. Maybe he should have started with Price instead.

"You," Gaz's voice was high, but his sudden words stopped his boyfriend in his tracks, "You used to date Makarov? The terrorist?"

"It was before he was a terrorist!" His boyfriend rushed to explain, his voice nervous. "Listen he was still Spetsnaz and he was so nice! He hadn't done anything then but I swear when he did start doing things and I found out I broke it off! I haven't seen him since!" He stepped closer to Gaz, trying to plead his case. "I promise that I'm not-"

Laughter interrupted his speech and he found himself frozen in his place. Gaz was laughing? His shoulders were shaking and one of his hands was covering his mouth, but his laughter and the amusement in his eyes was clear to see. It sent a flush over his skin. His boyfriend was laughing about this?

"I'm sorry," Gaz held a hand out to him, his laughter growing louder and louder, "I'm, oh my god, I'm sorry." He doubled over, his hands on his knees to support him as he continued laughing, "You used to date Makarov," the words seemed to only add to his amusement.

"Stop laughing!" He complained, his cheeks a bright red as Gaz nearly fell to the ground with the force of his laughter, "It isn't funny!" His words didn't stop his boyfriend's laughter and he could do nothing but stand with embarrassment running through him as Gaz continued laughing. "I expected you to be mad," he grumbled out after a few minutes as Gaz's laughter started to finally calm down.

"Would," Gaz wiped tears from his eyes, "Would you prefer me to be mad?"

"I guess not," his boyfriend looked away from him with a huff, "I would prefer it if you hadn't laughed at me though."

"Baby," Gaz had a grin on his face as he stepped forward and wrapped his boyfriend up in his arms, "I wasn't laughing at you I just," he paused for a moment, chuckling again, "You have to admit that it's funny."

"How is it funny?" He leaned his head against Gaz's chest with a grumpy pout.

"My boyfriend," Gaz started with a grin, "Who is so overly cautious about everyone that he interacts with, and he of all people ended up dating a terrorist. An ugly terrorist too, in my opinion."

"You're certainly a step up from him," his boyfriend couldn't help but grin and tuck himself closer to Gaz's chest.

"Only a step up?" Gaz complained. Still, he had a grin on his face as he pulled back to press their lips together. The kiss was sweet, as most of the kisses that he and Gaz shared were. After a moment they pulled back, just enough that Gaz could mutter, "You know we have to tell the team about this right?"

"I'm already dreading it," his boyfriend pulled him back into a kiss.

Soap

"Why didn't you tell me!" Soap followed close behind him, both of them storming into the locker room in quick strides. His boyfriend had a scowl on his face but was trying desperately to ignore the clawing guilt and anxiety in his chest.

"It wasn't important," he shot back, starting to strip himself of his gear with shakey hands. "It still isn't important."

"Not important?" Soap stopped next to him, tossing his bag on the bench next to his boyfriend's discarded tac vest. "If you don't consider that important, I hate to see what you do."

He gave a deep sigh before turning to face Soap, crossing his arms over his chest with an indignant huff. "What do you want me to say?" He met his boyfriend's eyes, wincing at the anger that was so clearly there.

"I want you to explain," Soap stepped closer to him, taking one of his hands in his own and tugging him closer. He avoided Soap's gaze, looking away from him as things grew too intense. When he was so close he could see the worry that was so clearly undercutting his boyfriend's anger. It was much easier to handle when he could only see the anger, it was so much more familiar.

Soap wasn't like his past relationships. Soap was sweeter and more excitable and he'd never let his anger or his rage paint him into something that he wasn't. It was much easier to separate himself though. To justify his desire to push away if Soap was angry.

"You already know everything," he muttered, allowing himself to be pulled even closer until he and Soap were chest to chest.

"I don't think I do," Soap spoke carefully, "All I know is that you used to be with him and that apparently that," he seemed to struggle for a moment to contain the venom he was feeling, "bastard wants you back."

His boyfriend shrugged hesitantly, shame creeping up his spine as he remembered the last time that he'd seen Makarov, when he'd realized that a man that he'd trusted all his life had been lying to him. "I was raised with him," he spoke carefully, "I trusted him, he broke that trust, so I ended things."

"Did you," Soap seemed to hesitate for a moment, "Did you know that he was..."

His boyfriend gave a humorless chuckle, "When he was discharged, he told me it was all false accusations. That they needed a fall guy and chose him. I believed him." He looked up at Soap with wide pleading eyes, "When I found out that he'd joined the ultranationalists, I knew that he'd lied to me. I swear to god that I broke things off then."

"So what Makarov said," Soap's hands began to slowly rub up and down his arms, trying to comfort him even when he was worried himself. "You're not going to-"

"I'd never join him." He spoke seriously, stepping closer to Soap to whisper softly, "I'd never betray you. I swear."

Soap gave a relieved sigh, like that was all that he needed to hear. "Thank fuck," his whisper was muffled toward the end as he pressed closer to his boyfriend, connecting their mouths in a passionate kiss. All he needed was the reassurance that his boyfriend was his.

Roach

"You are not doing this, absolutely not," Roach's voice was harsh and he was giving a hard glare to the general who'd suggested it.

"Roach-"

"No," Roach shook his head, "This is crazy. I am not letting you do this. Makarov would kill you!"

Laswell looked between Roach and his boyfriend for several moments, a knowing look on her face. "You haven't told him," she guessed, pulling a wince from him and a confused look from Roach.

"Told me what?" Roach looked between them carefully, "What's going on?"

"We'll step out," Laswell motioned for the general to follow her and, though he looked grumpy about it, he begrudgingly stood to follow her out of the room. "Take your time," she gave him a small, supporting smile before fully leaving the room.

Silence hung around them for several moments. He did his best to avoid Roach's gaze, his hands tightening in his clothes for support. "What was Laswell talking about?" Roach's voice was quiet.

The words hung in the air for a few moments, sitting between them heavily. Finally, he worked up the courage to respond, "They didn't choose me randomly."

Roach moved around the couch he'd been standing behind, taking a quick seat beside his boyfriend before taking his hands in his own. "What do I need to know," he asked quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles onto the back of his boyfriend's hands.

Even in this moment, even when he thought that his boyfriend was hiding something from him, he was trying to provide him with some form of comfort.

"Makarov and I...we were together. Years ago." He moved closer to Roach, looking up at him seriously as he continued, "When I found out that he was working with the untranationalists, I tried to break things off."

"Tried?" Roach spoke carefully, but his boyfriend could hear the deep concern in his voice.

"He'd changed too much at that point," his boyfriend looked away, avoiding his gaze, "He, uh, well, he refused to let me leave. Tried to lock me up. Soon as I got the chance I ran, came to the US Embassy for help. Laswell is the one who helped me dissappear."

Roach was silent for a long moment, just taking in the information he'd just been given. He hid his reaction well, keeping his face politely neutral. His boyfriend knew him well though, he could read all of the microexpressions that he tried to conceal. He could read the barely contained rage that Roach was trying to hide. "I'm sorry," he muttered after a moment, "I should have told you."

That seemed to bring Roach back into the moment and his hands clenched around his boyfriend's. "I'm not mad at you," he spoke quickly, already knowing where his boyfriend's mind had gone. He tugged himself closer, wrapping him up against his chest with loving strokes of his hands. "You aren't going undercover," he spoke quietly, "You aren't going near Makarov ever again. I'll never let him get anywhere close to you again."