#tachanka imagine

[melodygatesauthor]

The Spetsnaz with a Breeding Kink

Spetz Boys X f!Reader

I just couldn't help myself with this one y'all. I had to do it.

Summary: Headcanons for the Spetz boys and they want to put a baby in you...BAD.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, breeding kink, reader is not on birth control, Spetz boys do not care and will not be using condoms, p in v creampie, rough sex, cum as lube, pregnancy, reader is smol, lactation kink (minor mention)

Word Count: 1.1k

Russian Terms Used:

Printsessa = Princess

Krasivaya = Beautiful

Shuhrat "Fuze" Kessikbayev

Shuhrat is on the quieter side, so the way he enjoys this kink is a bit more subtle than others.

At first he just likes to think about what it would be like to have you carrying his baby, but he won't talk about it yet, he doesn't want to scare you away

When you start having sex, he isn't pushy, but he won't hesitate to fuck you when you even so much as mention it.

He loves to be able to see your face while he does it. He wants to see your eyes roll back and your lips parted in breathy moans while your cunt gushes over his cock.

Even more, he wants to look at you while he comes.

He's frozen when his cock is buried completely to the hilt, shooting hot ropes into you, pumping you full with every drop until he's completely drained.

He wants to make sure his dick is in as far as it can go so you don't lose a single drop.

"Look at how well you take me," he says while he thrusts up into you some more, pushing his seed further inside.

He won't pull out of you until he's fully soft and has no choice. He revels in the way you look on your back with cum dripping out of your pussy.

"I can't wait to see what you look like with a big pregnant belly." He'd say in a low tone, touching your abdomen with a large hand.

He's not done either, he's going to fuck you every night for several nights until you get a positive test, and then he isn't going to stop telling you how happy he is to know you're carrying his child.

Alexsandr "Tachanka" Senaviev

Alexsandr is a big man, and he's always loved the idea of fucking into your small frame and breeding you with his babies. When the time finally came, he was not shy about it.

His favorite way to take you is bent over, face in the mattress, with his cock buried deep inside your soaked cunt. You cried the first time, but told him to keep going anyway. Secretly he was glad you cried...he kinda liked the way it sounded.

He enjoys looking down and seeing your pussy split over his dick while he pushes in deeper and harder.

When he comes, filling you to the brim with his white heat, he loves the wet sound it makes when he fucks it into you the second he gets hard again, using it instead of lube.

It takes several hours of breeding you until he's satisfied, and you're nearly passed out from exhaustion and overstimulation.

He knows it's not likely to happen, but he's secretly hoping you'll be pregnant with quadruplets. He wants you to be as big and round as possible.

He also cannot wait for you to start lactating. The idea of replacing the crap at the store with your breast milk is what gives Alexsandr life these days.

When you do get pregnant, he's on his knees worshipping the ground you walk on, and he tells you constantly how beautiful you look all big and round with his baby in you.

Timur "Glaz" Glazkov

Timur is anything but a selfish lover, but when the thought of you carrying his child enters his mind, he can't stop thinking about it, and all the things he wants to do to you to make it happen.

It becomes almost an obsession for him, he's painting it, drawing it, it's always running through his thoughts. So when he finally gets to fuck you, you can imagine it's messy.

His mouth is all over you while he stuffs you with his cock. He's kissing you, sucking on your neck, and nipping at each breast until you're whining through each orgasm.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk, printsessa." He would say with his face buried in your neck.

He meant what he said, and he would fuck you relentlessly, taking his usually selfless nature out of the equation. He wants you good and used up, pussy dripping with excess cum.

When he's finished inside of you for the third time, and is frustrated, unable to get himself hard again, he demands that you stay on your back while he draws you like that.

"You look so good, do not move." He'll say. "Keep it inside, don't let anymore fall out."

As he draws you, he gets hard again, but won't fuck you until he's done with his work.

Maxim "Kapkan" Basuda

The usual quiet, calm, and collected Maxim goes completely feral at the thought of breeding you. The moment you mention wanting to have a kid, he's already thinking about all the ways he wants to split you open.

He always wanted to be a dad, and thinking about how good you'll look carrying his child...oh he can hardly stand it.

Like an animal in the wild he's mounting you, face down into the bed. He likes the way you sound whimpering underneath him.

When he's done bending you over every surface in your house, he then likes to take his fingers and shove the cum back into you. Any bit that's dribbled down your thighs is getting stuffed back in there.

"You have such a cute little pussy, krasivaya, so good at taking my cum." He'd tell you while pumping his thick digits in and out of you.

He's also going to have you naked as much as possible, so he can take you any time he's good and ready. You spend most of your time at home either filled with Maxim's cock, or filled with his spend.

When you are pregnant, his hands are on you almost at all times. If he can touch you, then he can protect you. He becomes very overprotective, to a point that drives you a little crazy.

He also can't stop fucking you while you're pregnant though. The feeling of sucking on your swollen tits while your cunt crushes his cock in orgasm has no comparison.

AO3 LINK

Don't know what came over me with this one. Just had to get it out of my system. Let me know if you want me to do the other groups! I don't mind writing m!Reader if one of the groups has a woman in it (GSG9 for instance)

[krya-unv]

I saw this trend of gym bros asking their partners how much they weigh so that they could practice hipthrusting that much weight. Figuring out the reason is left to the imagination of the reader. 

Anyway, this is how this picture came to me. You can imagine that later on Tachanka will surely show Kapkan, privately, how much weight he can hold with his hips. For science. 

[parragone]

I'm at work. So. More actual canon interactions; Extraction edition

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Tachanka: for the umpteenth time, IMPACT GRENADES THROW ME OFF THE TURRET, PORTER

Smoke: ITS NOT ME

Finka, who brought the grenades specifically to fuck with him; maybe there's a new variant?

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Doc: I never thought I'd get the chance to say this

Lion: don't.

Doc: I fucking told you so

Lion: HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THERE WAS A SMASHER ABOUT TO MOW DOWN THAT WALL, GUSTAVE???

Doc: YOUR ENTIRE GADGET.

Lion: BULLSHIT

Doc: EVEN FUZE KNOWS TO DRONE FIRST

Fuze, who's been vibing with headphones in for two hours: what

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Sledge: so. No medkits, no ammo, and no REACT gear.

Pulse: right.

IQ: correct.

Sledge: and you want to fight a Protean.

Pulse: there's gear in the singularity!

IQ: enough for a medkit each.

Sledge: I don't know if you realize how fucking insane you sound

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Jäger: Nizan, buddy, I love you

Rook: but?

Jäger: but that was a dumbfuck idea

Rook: yeah I know

Alibi: I'm glad we accept that playing ring around the rosie with a Smasher when we're all very damaged already was the stupidest thing imaginable, but can we also discuss the fact it WORKED?

Rook: nah, let's just vibe with it

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Fuze: WHO DID IT

Smoke: did wh- OH MY GOD THE ABERRANTS ARE ACTIVE

Vigil: NONE OF US ARE NEAR THEM?

Fuze: HOW.

Smoke:

Smoke: I think one of the breachers... popped themselves. On the nests.

Vigil: EXCUSE ME?

Fuze: every day, God tests me.

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Hibana: Hey, Enatsu. Clear this room for me.

Echo: what - you have a gun!

Hibana: and you have a fancy annihilation drone, just do it.

Echo: you can't be serious

Gridlock: just do it, robot boy.

Echo: what if my drone's broke, huh?

Hibana: bullshit. They would have heard your cry of despair from the Pioneer.

Gridlock: maybe even the moon.

Echo:

Echo, pulling out his drone: fine, fuck you

[itsohh]

If you could marry any of the R6 operators, who would It be? (You can marry one or multiple) If you had to chose a squad to be in, which one and why? And finally, out of all of the operators which ten would you chose to be you friends and why?

Oooo this is an interesting one cause there's a lot of operators that I love for real but realistically would probably not be the best to marry.

The first that comes to mind is probably Alexsandr, but then again we haven't actually ever seen his face and then my age gap is really large so hmm. While I love Kali to bits I feel like getting in an argument with her would be the worst thing in the world. Lion's super catholic and I feel like long term I wouldn't be compatible.

I think I would probably want to marry Elias, he genuially seems like someone who would just be the most compatible as a person. Hes fun, chill but caring. While he's still like almost double my age, its far better than Alex. Probably after Elias would be Jordan, again he's a chill funny guy. Both perfect husband material. Maybe Gustave, he's very down to Earth and emphatic but also realistic.

Maybe Eliza? I prefer males more with my bisexuality but I do like Eliza a lot. While she's pretty shut in at time her determination and care for her teammates is really admirable and frankly shes certainly someone I would not exactly overlook her flaws but they're not deal breakers.

So list:

Elias (Blitz)

Jordan (Thermite)

Eliza (Ash)

Gustave (Doc)

Alexsandr? (Tachanka)

Friends are a lot different and I decided to opt out the ones I would marry. Max and Tori, top of the list. Those two are so damn funny and cultural wise I feel like I could vibe with them even realistically I'm not really an active person. I would say I'd love to get to know Yumiko, she seems pretty damn cool. Grace, as someone whos into gaming I'd like to chill with her. Ooo certainly Tina, that woman is the biggest nerd in R6S and damn I'd love to hear that woman rant. Miles is always described in lore at being super chill and just great to be around so enough said.

Sam is old as balls but I think he would be a cool dad friend, he seems to be able to see things seriously but also the humour in things. Certainly would give good advice. Jack is a lil nerd and I actually have a friend similar to him. I'm into music a lot while I'm not into a huge amount of like hardcore metal like he is, I listen to a lot of Jmetal (I like a huge amount of different genres) so I think I could bond well with him on music and stuff. Marius is a hard one, he's also a super big nerd (we already know he's into Star Trek) so I imagine I would like him a bunch as a friend or just wouldn't get along with him at all. No in-between.

Max (Mozzie)

Tori (Gridlock)

Yumiko (Hibana)

Grace (Dokkaebi)

Tina (Frost)

Miles (Castle)

Sam (Zero)

Jack (Pulse)

Olivier (Lion)

Marius (Jäger)

I'm open to what everyone else feels and what other people would pick cause on the bottom line everyone interrupts all the operators differently (and I certainly lean more to operators I play more often and therefore hear more voice lines) There was a couple of people up on the chopping block like Seamus cause I like argumentative but honestly I don't know if he's right wing or left and that could def be a friendship dealbreaker. But yeah feel free to put your own preferences in the comments or whatever. 🤙

[simonxriley]

22, 24, 35 and 49 for Skylar!

Thank you! 💜

50 Questions For Your Characters

22: What regrets do they have, if any? (From any part of the story, not just exposition.)

Skylar isn't one to keep regrets, to her she made a choice whether it was good or not and she's gonna stand by that. However, she does regret dating Henry. He acted so nice and caring at first, someone she could open up too. After they started dating for a few weeks that facade came off and she very quickly found out how much of a highly abusive asshole he is.

24: From childhood to their current age, how has your character changed?

Besides maturing, she's more wary of people thanks to her past, but she also has gotten stronger; both mentally and physically. Her life has had a lot of ups and downs, and each of them has changed her in some way, shape or form.

35: Imagine the ideal home for your character. Where would it be located? What type of housing would it be? Who/what would be there?

It's kind of hard to pick an ideal location for her house because her and Tachanka switch between where they're stationed, the states and Russia. As for the house, Sky would love to live in a regular family home with a nice big yard for the kids. She's not really picky when it comes to what kind of house she lives in.

49: In the end, what is your character grateful for?

Her friends, family and most of all her children!

[solari-writes-things]

Welcome Surprises

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

✨ requested by: @kind-wolf

✨ pairing: Tachanka x Reader

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

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

Prompt(s) -

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

#50: "Why are you naked?"

gif credit: to the OP.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[r6s-imagines]

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

y’all really love spetsnaz huh

actually yknow what nevermind i understand the appeal

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spetsnaz preference >> prized possessions

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MASTERLIST

warnings: fluff, cursing

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

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kapkan

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

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

the handle had delicate carvings into the silver casing

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

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

“what’s this?”

without looking up from his book, he flatly replied.

“mine.”

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

“oh.”

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

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

“let me tell you a story of a man.”

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

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

it was his father’s knife

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

maxim paused, watching you with a sincere look

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

“i wish to pass it to our children.”

you began to cry

glaz

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

the papers were yellowed, corners folded randomly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he steps beside you, scratching his beard and sincerely grinning

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

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

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

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

“yes,” he quietly replied. “she was.”

fuze

shuhrat never spoke of his family much

he didn’t speak about anything before rainbow, actually

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

you asked him about it, and he shrugged.

“nothing important happened before.”

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

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

you decide to do some snooping

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

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

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

piles upon piles of photos and documents were found

curious, you unfolded the paper on top

“ — y/n 2/14/19XX”

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

you went for the second paper

“to my love, shuhrat,”

your one year anniversary card!

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

anything of you from your operator portrait to your wedding photo

you were his prized possession...?

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

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

he reacted to the noise, whipping around.

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

“y/n.”

“shuhrat.”

you had this knowing smirk on your face

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

tachanka

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

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

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

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

the most shocking interest of his was probably collecting vinyls

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

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

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

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

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

“you like this one?”

shocked, you attempt to play it off, blushing

“come here.”

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

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

you rocked side to side as he began to speak.

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

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

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

for birthdays and anniversaries, you find vinyls to add

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

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

[lil-lilac-penguin]

🔺IMAGINE🔺

Being close to Tachanka and Glaz, and the three of you always messing around with Kapkan.

[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. 

[johannstutt413]

(requested by wealmostaneckbeard) Tachanka becomes the USSGG’s surrogate dad

Tachanka had had a family at home - at least, he had an ex and a couple of kids, and they’d made it work better than quite a few of the homes his coworkers had come from or kept - so the idea of being a father figure wasn’t new to him. What had been new to him, shortly after arriving at Rhodes Island HQ on special request from the Doctor herself (which was...well, a story in its own right), was a small group of Ursus girls that brought out the Papa Bear in him like nothing else.

“I’m not asking for a miracle,” the petite woman in a long coat explained, looking up at him from behind a mask, “but I think you could do them a lot of good.”

“...They were in Chernobog.” It wasn’t a question. The weight in his words nearly matched that of his own helm.

She nodded. “More than that, they were in a middle school where...Ever read ‘Lord of the Flies’ when you were studying English?”

“Yes.” He cocked his head. “Not Columbian?”

“Let’s not get into that right now; suffice to say, you’re not the only one from Earth.”

The ‘mercenary’ relented; he had a feeling they’d have more chances to talk later. “Later, then. How old are they?”

“They were attending middle school at the time of the incident-” Tachanka’s fist clenched, “-but it’s been some time since we got them out of there. 15, 16 or so?”

“Fifteen? And you send them on missions?” What kind of irresponsible-

The Doctor reached into a desk drawer behind her, pulled out a folder, and handed it to him. “Look at these.”

“I don’t see how-” Looking at the pictures in said folder, however, the four-war veteran had other concerns. “So much blood...Too young to be forced to see it. I didn’t know.”

“You already know them, don’t you?” She didn’t need to see his face to notice the change in attitude.

He looked her dead in the eye. “We did shots together last night. They drink even younger than I did.”

“That’s Ursus for you - those bear ears aren’t just for show.” She sighed. “They also are practically immune to alcohol, which I think is a bit more than even a grizzly back home could do. You’ll help them out, though?”

“I don’t know if I can help them, Doctor. What I will be is there for them. I go to them now. Keep the folder.”

That’d been the plan, but it was good to know he agreed with it. “Thanks. How’s your Ursine?”

“Я уже давно говорил по-урсийски, Доктор [I’ve spoken Ursine for a long time, Doctor],” he replied in his mother tongue. “Спасибо [Thanks].”

“Для чего? [Thanks for what?]” She replied, almost casually.

Tachanka didn’t turn back around as he replied, “For a chance to make this right.”

----------

It wasn’t hard to find Istina’s room, thanks to the handheld RI had given him to navigate around the base, but the mercenary didn’t go there directly from the Doctor’s office. There were customs to observe, after all.

“General, can you get that?” Rada called from the kitchen. “I have to watch these pierogies like a hawk right now!”

“Da, da, I’ve got it.” Sonya got up from the couch, which left a void between Anna and Rosalind they filled of their own accord, in order to do that.

There was Tachanka, helmet on his head even now, with a brown bag of vodka bottles in his hand. “How’s it going, сестренка [lil sis]?”

“Rada!” Zima called back to the kitchen. [Going forward, everything’s in Russian/Ursine] “Got enough stuff for one more at the table?”

“Sure!”

Sonya smiled back at her guest. “Doing great. Wanna come in?”

“I didn’t come here to stand in the door.” He rustled her hair with his free hand and stepped inside, beelining for the kitchen table to set down the alcohol. “Pierogies tonight, Radachka?”

“Oh, Tachanka! Good thing there’s plenty here! Yep, more than enough for you to have seconds!” She stepped away from the stove for a moment...in time to watch him take off his helmet.

Unlike Ash, he didn’t have anything to hide the lack of animal ears on his head, but that didn’t matter. She needed to see his smile. “Glad to hear it. I brought enough vodka to match.”

“Thanks.” Gummy was momentarily stunned, as if she’d hit herself with her third strike. Thankfully, she recovered as her boiling water was just about to boil over. “Ah!”

“Heh. Careful with that pot, lil sis.” The Sapiens looked back over at Zima, who’d similarly watched him remove his face-shield.

Unfortunately, she didn’t have an easy excuse to stop staring. “And I thought you were squishing your ears in that helmet of yours, bratan [brother].”

“What the Doctor doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” The mercenary took his helmet to a coat rack by the door and set it on a high spot. “Alright, Razz, Annechka, I know you heard me come in.”

“There’s a fight on, Big T, give us a break!” Leto leaned her head over the back of the couch, a bright smile on her face quickly turning to a gasp looking at him.

Istina followed suit, managing to keep her reaction to herself for the most part. “We still have some time before Rada finishes dinner, if you want to join us.”

“No thanks, lil sis.” The smile faded slightly, seeing the red spatter on the screen. “Combat is a life-and-death matter. Now wrestling, that’s different.”

“Oh, then we’ll turn on UFC, then! Hey, Anna, where’d you put the-” The halberdier began glancing around for the all-powerful device-

The TV turned off as the advisor hit the power button on the remote in her hand. “It’s not a good match, Razz. We have cards if you’d like to play, Tachanka.”

“Call me Aleksandr, Annechka. Cards would be perfect.” He looked around the open-format dorm, looking for where they kept their drinking glasses but finding them in Natalya’s arms as she rounded a corner. “Good evening, Tasha.”

“Good evening, Sasha. To what do we owe the honor of your presence?” Despite using formal pronouns, Rosa could easily say her relationship with the mercenary was one of her most casual. She wasn’t even that surprised at seeing him without his helmet on, after the other night.

The Sapiens shrugged. “Just wanted to visit.”

“Mmm. Anna, do you know where we put the cards? No, I’ll get them, I just can’t remember which drawer they’re in...”

Gummy had been closer to finishing dinner than the group expected, but that simply meant they could eat and drink along with their card game and the full gang ready to play. Even his Soviet veteran status wasn’t enough to let Tachanka keep up with the girls on the drinking front, but he held his own at cards to make up for it. At some point, Leto pulled out a gift from her friend Beehunter - a flask of mead, which the girls passed around - and the night steadily dissolved as they forgot they were playing cards.

“So if you’re not an Ursus, or from Ursus, how come you speak the language?” Razz asked, having long forgotten it was her turn to play a card in the center. “You’ve got an accent, but it’s better than the Doctor’s at least.”

“Ursine and Russian are basically the same, lil sis, and I’ve spoken Russian my entire life.” The mercenary threw a card in the pile, not as a play but simply to get it out of his hand.

Sonya, somber even somewhat intoxicated, followed up with, “How long have you been a soldier?”

“Thirty years. I’m not an active soldier now, though; I’m an Operator.” Not in the Rhodes sense, but there was convenient overlap in the terms. “The motherland is safe, even without me there protecting her, and going home isn’t possible yet.”

“Because of the Watchtower thing?” Rada added.

He nodded. “Yes. Whatever happened means me and my team can’t go home, so we’ll make the most of our time here. This world...This world needs us.”

“We certainly do,” Natalya whispered, setting her head on his shoulder. “Anna, what time is it?”

“Time to find the clock...There it is. Twenty-three forty...something.”

The heiress yawned. “As good a time to go to bed as any.”

“I agree.” Tachanka stood up and then plucked Rosa from her chair. “I’ll clean up.”

“Ya don’t hafta do that, Big T,” Leto said as the group followed the mercenary and cradled Sniper.

He walked through the open door to Natalya’s room and tucked her in bed. “It’s not about what I have to do, Razz. Peaceful night to you, Tasha.”

“Likewise, Sasha.” She pulled a stuffed Originum Slug plush to her chest as the procession left to continue down the line. “Peaceful night, indeed...”

Rosalind climbed into bed herself, but she waited for the Sapiens to toss the wad of sheets on it onto her to ambush him with a hug. Anna and Rada settled into the chef’s room, nightlight on and cuddling to keep the nightmares at bay, which left Sonya and Tachanka to themselves as they opened the door to her room.

“Peaceful night to you, Sonya,” the mercenary said, intending to depart once she was in bed, but a hand reaching for his stopped him.’

“Do the nightmares stop?” She asked, for a moment not the General she’d had to become, but the girl who’d simply wanted to live. “After thirty years, is it easier?”

Tachanka settled into a squat by her head, taking her hand as he did. “I can’t promise that. What made it easier for me was being with the people I care about. You have good friends, sestrenka.”

“Yeah...but I...” The words caught in Zima’s throat.

“Do you want me to stay?” Her eyes lit up, but she simply nodded. “Alright, make some room.”

An hour later, the mercenary opened one eye as the door creaked open; four sets of Ursine ears and eyes peaked through the crack. He wordlessly beckoned with his free hand, the other gently holding Sonya to his chest, and the cuddle pile arranged itself.

Finally, a good night’s sleep for the USSGG.

[kind-wolf]

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

If that ain't me! 🤣

"...being d*cked down by Alexsandr.” 

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

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

Yes please! 

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

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

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

Lyudmyla | Blitz x fem!OC x Tachanka

[link with credits below]

✏️ Pairing: Blitz x fem!OC x Tachanka

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

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

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

✏️ Word-count: 10,075 (sorry?)

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

LYUDMYLA

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

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

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

Weiterlesen

[wastedr00k]

hi! can you please do k, n and x for tachanka?

k : kink ;

temperature play and knife play (goes both ways). he loves it when you slowly drag the knife along his skin and sometimes leave small cuts on his body but that okay since it’ll heal and he’s going to be ready for the new cuts soon

n : no ;

anything that you or him are uncomfortable with, anything that passes personal boundaries is a no from him. 

x : x-ray ;

thick and long, you better hold on for a long and rough ride, along with thick veins ;-)

[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.

[shes-claws-deep]

Kinda wondering how much Rook,Glaz,Tachanka,and Kapkan enjoy being subs? Any thoughts? [My apologies if this is a repeat ask.]

I think they fairly enjoy being submissive to the right dominant. Like most men who have a high rank in their life, they only want to bow their head to someone they respect and want to follow. 

Rook has the easiest time following the orders of his dominant and submitting entirely. He’s used to being the beta dog and he likes the feeling of belonging to something bigger than himself. As capable as he is of doing things on his own, he really does like being told to do something, especially by someone a whole lot more attractive than his CO.

Glaz is a bit more independent, but that makes his submission that much sweeter. He wants someone to keep him safe, someone who will watch over him. Someone who will give him a target to reach, who will tell him when enough is enough and to return to them. Your smile when he obeys perfectly is an additional bonus.

Tachanka is more on the unexpected side. No one really thought he’d be the sort to submit, but he’s just a tad too old to be worried about what people think. He will do what he wants to do, and if he wants to wear a collar around his neck and kneel down on all fours for you, that’s what he’ll do, damn what anyone else says. In any case, he’s been the big bad in the bedroom for so long that he just wants to give up control for a while.

Kapkan, now that’s someone who doesn’t seem the type to submit. He’s proud, he’s in control, and he’s very private about what he does in the bedroom. No one really knows he doesn’t wear the pants in the relationship, but they do see that he never questions you, that he merely nods his head and does as you say. He needs the authority to keep him in line, to keep him on track. Why else do you think he can hold his head up high?

[harvardhaugland]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write headcanons (separately please) about cuddling with Kapkan, Glaz, and Tachanka?

I saw the other cuddling ones and they were so cute!!! 😭🥺

(Also your writing is amazing, keep up the wonderful work)

˗ˏˋcuddling!ˎˊ˗

kapkan, glaz & tachanka (reader is gn!)

a/n: (oh thank u so much 😭😭BTW i love ur vasily pfp!!!!)

lubov moya = my love

⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♥︎ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

kapkan ♡

he gets super touch-starved when he’s away from you, although not much of a cuddle-bug he still enjoys cuddling with you from time to time.

maxim is always busy with training, hunting and what other manly russian things there are, he’s all focused and serious when it comes to that, but when he’s back home he turns super sweet and affectionate!! when you ask him to cuddle with you he will pull you onto the couch with him to snuggle in a blanket.

“lubov moya, i missed your touch more than you can even imagine.”

when you cuddle, he’ll have his hands around your back and he’d trail his fingers up behind your head to lightly scratch and ruffle your hair, telling you about how his training or hunting today went out, maxim resting his forehead against yours, pressing a tiny kiss to the bridge of your nose.

⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♥︎ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

glaz ♡

timur is usually so used to laying on his belly in the cold with layers of clothing and gear on, awaiting his next target as his eye is focused on nothing but the scope of his rifle.

that being said, it’s no surprise that this man loves cuddling, anything having to do with hugs and what not are his favorite. timur gets so cold easily, he’ll be wrapped in a heavy blanket all day and ask if you’d like to lay down with him.

“oh, you make this cold heart of mine all warm, my beloved.”

cuddling with you is one of timur’s favorite things in the world, he’d tuck two blankets over the both of you, arms wrapped tightly around you to pull you close to him, long kisses along your shoulder and neck.

⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♥︎ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

tachanka ♡

alexsandr will always and forever be cuddly. when he’s around he will always ask if you’re comfortable enough to cuddle with him.

the lord isn’t weighed down by stress, work or whatever— he just likes physical affection in all forms, but cuddling is one of his favorites in particular. he’ll signal for you to come lay beside him when he wants a hug or kiss.

“your arms feel so cold, you need a good hug from your king?”

when cuddling with alexsandr, he’ll pull you to his side, pressing your head closely against his chest with his other arm around your waist. he has his chin resting on top your head.

[kind-wolf]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He's NEVER jealous.

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

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

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

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

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🌟 6 THINGS ABOUT A RELATIONSHIP WITH TACHANKA INCLUDE:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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