#timur glazkov

[rm14hitman]

Fuze : *screams*

Tachanka : *screams louder to assert dominance*

Glaz : Should we do something ?

Kapkan : No, I want to see who wins

[vampsquerade]

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

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

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Glaz and Kapkan Headcanons: Ice Baths

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

Kapkan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Glaz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ojiisan01]

The idea of Glaz being a rat by @agasmask

[luciifernn]

spetsnaz

[redd956]

Glaz in his native language

[l3r40l]

👁️

Dad and I made another polymer figurine!

He sculpted, I painted

Format 1/30  (70 mm)

I hope I will learn how to sculpt like this someday😔

Our previous works:

Azami - Maverick

[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.

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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)

[tuxedo-hero]

Summoning all the furries in the siege community with werewolf glaz. I care him

[itsohh]

would glaz still love reader if they were a worm? i bet he would have an interesting response to the question

"Hmm? You want to be a worm for halloween? I didn't know thats a thing you wanted to do."

"No? Not for halloween? If you were turned into one... are you the same size? What type of a worm?"

"An odinary earthworm? Hmm."

"Well, I would bring you to Gustave then carry out hope that one day they could bring you back to me, whole and beautiful as the day I last saw you. Until that hope is gone I would be there waiting. If he or anyone else can't turn you back then I would mourn your loss and always have a piece of my heart dedicated to you."

[n3ssier]

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

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

spetznaz with a crush on their local supermarket clerk!

*not proofread*

masterlist!

glaz

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

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

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

tachanka

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

•so chatty, so cute!!

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

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

fuze

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

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

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

kapkan

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

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

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

[luciifernn]

sketching tonight

[chadillacboseman]

Sniper's Nest II

Pairing: Timur "Glaz" Glazkov x Enemy Combatant/Sniper F!Reader Warnings: Mentions of combat/violence, angst, enemies to lovers eventually, but no real pairing in this chapter. Explicit language. Summary: Glaz finally gets the upper hand on the sniper who's had him pinned down. Reader is GN at the moment, no descriptions of build, gender, or race (though reader is mentioned to have a 'pallor' about them from bloodloss.

Word Count: 2.5k

PART ONE

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The shot hurtled through the hole in the brick and connected with your shoulder. You cried out and dropped to the floor, letting your rifle drop alongside you with a clatter.

"Son of a bitch-" the bullet had gone right through you; blood was blooming onto your fatigues as you scrambled for your med-kit and jammed a length of gauze into the hole with a hiss.

You sat up and edged your way backward, dragging your rifle along with you until you were hidden behind a cabinet.

The bastard had finally wised up. His muzzle flare had come from one floor below and far back into the room.

Fuck.

It just had to be your trigger arm.

You gritted your teeth as you shoved the gauze further into the bullet hole until the blood flow stopped. You needed to get out of there and fast before the other sniper figured out how badly he had injured you.

You reached for your discarded binoculars and peered around the filing cabinet carefully. You activated the night vision and scanned the room one floor below where the soldier had been before.

He was gone.

You let your head loll back against the cold metal and sighed before tossing your binoculars back into your bag. You'd have to wait through the day and into the next nightfall before moving out.

--

Timur peered through his scope and watched for any sign of movement across the street.

Nothing.

He had retreated to the kitchen area of his new post and bunkered down to try and sleep- he hadn't rested in what felt like days, waiting for the other sniper to make a move. The sun was beginning to paint the faded wallpaper in the apartment in a bloody orange glow and he knew dawn was rapidly approaching.

Timur clutched his mangled hand to his chest and winced as he examined the bloodied bandages. He couldn't even be sure he had hit the other sniper- he had taken a wild potshot on a gamble after seeing the scope flare.

His eyes were so heavy.

"Only for a minute-" he mumbled to himself. He set the timer on his watch and closed his eyes, "Only...a minute."

You changed out the bloodied gauze in your wound and swallowed a half tab of hydrocodone from your trauma pack. The wound ached, spreading a dull pain down your arm and into your chest.

It was now or never.

Your radio had been dead air since day two, and you were betting the other sniper's was as well. You paused to count the windows across the street once more and jotted the floor and number onto the back of your hand.

--

Across the street, Timur twitched in his sleep as the alarm on his watch beeped faintly, jammed under the rucksack in his lap.

For so long, he had been without sleep, that when it finally overtook him, it was deep and uninterrupted.

You sprinted across the street through the darkness, recounting the windows again and again.

If he saw you...

Outside the door to the apartment, you slunk, catlike, and tried the handle. It was unlocked. It seemed too easy- surely he wouldn't have let his guard down this thoroughly.

You turned the handle as quietly as you could and pressed the door open into the pitch black apartment. Your arm throbbed, the dull ache surging down into your fingers that were slowly becoming pins and needles as the hours ticked by.

You flipped your night-vision goggles down over your eyes and with a high-pitched whine they came to life, illuminating the room in green light. To your disbelief, the other sniper was fast asleep, his injured hand pulled close to his chest and his rifle at least three feet away.

You were his enemy, but you weren't a monster- killing him now would be like shooting a man dangling from a parachute. You unsheathed your knife and crept slowly toward him, silent as a predator on the hunt.

If you woke him up and he was quick on his feet, you'd be at a disadvantage- your dominant arm was beginning to feel like a leaden weight, and every movement was agony.

You hovered over him for a moment, still in awe of his ability to sleep so soundly. Cautiously, you tapped his thigh with your boot and he grunted, his face twitching. He muttered something in Russian and you rolled your eyes.

"Wake up," you said it loudly enough that he jolted awake and rolled away from you, scrambling for his sidearm. You were faster, more well-rested, and kicked it from his hand before he had a chance to train the sights on you.

He swore in Russian and reached for his knife, shuffling quickly to put some distance between the two of you. A bright glow stick flared to life in his hands and he tossed it to the floor to illuminate the space.

"Why did you wake me?" he spoke with a heavy Russian accent; his eyes wandered to your bloodied arm and you thought you saw the ghost of a satisfied smirk flit across his features.

"Should I have cut your throat while you slept?"

"Thought that was what your people did," he spat.

"I'm not a savage."

"The Masks aren't known for their mercy," the other soldier began to circle and you did the same, each of you poised to leap if the other made a move.

"Then be glad that rumor isn't true of me," your arm was now entirely numb from the elbow down, and it felt cold and limp as it dangled at your side.

Timur was smart, he knew you weren't in fighting condition- your arm hung like a leaden weight, and your face had a pallor that suggested significant blood loss.

Perhaps this was more like two men dangling from parachutes, knives brandished.

"You're in no shape to fight" Timur gestured at your wounded arm.

Your gaze narrowed, trying to read his expression through his dark eyes, all that peeked out from above his balaclava. The grease paint around them had been smudged in some places and completely wiped off in others.

He had a kind face.

"I'll make you a deal, Russkie," you lowered your blade and he followed suit hesitantly, "we go our separate ways right now. I don't shoot if you don't."

"Will you stab me instead?" Timur asked and you laughed bitterly, nodding to your bloodied fatigues.

"Wouldn't be very effective if I did."

You backed away slowly and he watched you with caution, eyes darting furtively between you and the door.

"Wait-" he cleared his throat awkwardly and you paused, cocking your head to hear what he had to say, "do you have any water?"

"What?"

"...water," he repeated rather stupidly, "mine is gone."

You contemplated for a moment. Your canteen was still half full, but your first aid kit was depleted.

"I do. What's left in your trauma pack?"

Timur turned to fish through his rucksack and pulled a hard metal case from inside. He hadn't even dressed his own wound properly.

But he was so fucking thirsty.

"Couple of rolls of gauze, antibiotics -"

"Antibiotics!" You cut him off a little too eagerly, but you didn't care. Shame wasn't going to kill you, but gangrene would.

Cautiously, he slid the case toward you across the wooden floor, and in exchange, you rolled the canteen in his direction. You knelt and rifled through the contents until you landed on the bottle labeled 'moxifloxacin, 400mg'.

You swallowed a tablet dry and rocked back on your heels as you watched him guzzle the water as if he'd been without for some time.

"What's your name?" He asked when he'd exhausted the water supply.

You told him and he repeated it back, once, twice, and then a third time, his thick accent sometimes stumbling over he consonants.

When he was satisfied with his own pronunciation, he offered you his own, "Timur. But they call me 'Glaz' at Rainbow."

The two of you sat in silence for a moment before you spoke again.

"Quite the move you pulled on me, moving units," you nodded to the gaping hole in the exterior wall, "I would have never guessed."

Timur chuckled and gestured to his shredded hand, "How did you do the curtain trick?"

"Some shitty old war movie I watched as a kid, never thought I'd get it to work. Guessing you saw my scope flare?"

He nodded and fell back into a seated position, letting his back rest against the dilapidated fridge, "You're a good shot. You could have had me plenty of times."

"I was having fun," you admitted, suddenly feeling a wave of white hot shame as it zippered down your torso.

"I could tell," Timur didn't sound judgemental, "had you been as reckless as I was, I might have done the same."

There was a pregnant pause as you contemplated whether to depart and return to your own post.

"Has your radio been dead air?" You weren't sure he'd answer truthfully- after all, you'd effectively just revealed that yours had been.

"Since day two."

"Maybe they think we're dead," you offered, and he shrugged.

"Maybe."

"We'll survive a lot longer if we pool our resources," you gestured through the hole in the exterior wall to your post across the street, "I've got more supplies."

"What you're suggesting would have me strung up at Rainbow," Glaz cocked an eyebrow, "and I don't think the White Masks would approve."

"I don't think they're coming for us, friend," you tapped your watch, "by my count, my people moved out over 32 hours ago."

"Quick to call me friend," Timur mused. His eyes were soft as he said it.

"As far as I'm concerned, we're two comrades in a foxhole right now, but it's your loss."

You rose to your feet and retrieved the antibiotics, from the floor, offering him one final glance. He watched you, his still-soft eyes following your every move as you made for the door.

"Have any vodka over there?" Timur asked before you hit the threshold, only half-joking. He could use a swig, or twenty, to ease the pain and take the edge off.

You paused in the doorway and offered him a Cheshire grin.

"No, but the previous tenants did."

--

The streets below were, indeed, deserted, as Timur prowled beside you, eyes flitting from window to window as if expecting an ambush.

"I was the only one posted, so you can relax," you offered.

He said nothing in return.

An uneasy alliance, tiptoeing on the high wire of a promise of cheap vodka in some long-abandoned liquor cabinet. Truly, even the old war movies couldn't dream up something like this.

Your post was in better shape than his had been; the lathe and plaster was mostly intact, but there was a gaping hole in the floor that you could view the apartment below from while in the kitchen.

It was how you'd tricked him with the moving curtain. You showed him the rope rigged up and he chuckled, amused at the simplicity that had almost cost him his life.

The liquor cabinet was in the dining room, a faded old wooden hutch covered in a thick layer of dust. Timur rummaged through it, clinking bottles aside until a small 'aha!' escaped him and he retrieved a bottle bearing an image of the Kremlin and Cyrillic text.

"Good stuff?" You asked and he scoffed.

"No, it's dogshit, but it tastes like home."

"Fair enough," you gestured at the cabinet, "Any tequila in there?"

He rummaged for a moment until he produced a bottle of Patrón; the cork was rotted and the bottle was covered in dust, but it was probably the most expensive thing in there.

Timur passed you the bottle and you uncorked it, cringing at the sharp smell that greeted your nostrils.

"Cheers, comrade," you imitated his Russian accent and he chuckled as he matched your swig with a grimace.

"There it is. Tastes like turnips filtered through misery," Timur set the bottle aside and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.

"How'd you end up stateside?" You asked before taking another swig.

"Rainbow," he answered simply, "recruited me from the Spetsnaz."

"Spetsnaz? Impressive."

"Not really," he sounded... remorseful? "I joined up after the Beslan Siege. Nothing motivates you like 200 dead kids."

The Beslan School Massacre. You knew of it- enough to know that it had been absolutely botched by the Russian government. It struck you that the people involved probably had similar morals to your own employers. The thought made your stomach churn.

"Your arm-" Timur gestured to your bloodied shoulder, interrupting your train of thought, "How bad is it?"

You shrugged your flak jacket off and revealed the wound. He made a face that was something between disgust and concern.

"It needs to be cleaned properly. Stitched."

You gestured rather awkwardly with your non-dominant hand and he rose to his feet. He rummaged first through his own trauma kit, then yours, until he had collected what he needed.

"Sit," he pointed to the dilapidated armchair on the far side of the room and you acquiesced, slumping into it and sending a small cloud of dust skyward.

Timur pulled his balaclava down under his chin to work and you took in his features in earnest for the first time. He had a sharp, angled nose that sat over stubble that had grown out over the days he'd been holed up in the apartment. His brows were full, set low over his eyes that shone against the dark grease paint smudged around them.

A sharp prick in your skin snatched you away from your analysis as the hooked suture needle pushed into the flesh around the bullet hole.

"Can't believe I hit you," Timur mused.

"I can't believe how heavily you sleep."

He shot you a look and you smirked until the next pass of the needle made you grimace.

You softened your approach.

"How long had it been? Since you slept?"

"Four days."

"I'm sorry," you offered. You weren't sure what else to say.

"Why didn't you kill me back at the apartment? Why wake me?" Timur's voice was level, but there was something hidden behind it, threatening to jump out if he spoke further.

"Why kill a sleeping man? You couldn't defend yourself."

He glanced up into your eyes and you were taken aback by how blue his were. When he spoke, genuine emotion was woven into his voice.

"Thank you."

Timur finished stitching your wound and hit it with a wash of iodine before placing a bandage over the sutures. His knots were irregular, but held firmly when you flexed the muscle.

"Sorry, they're not perfect," he gestured to the now bandaged site, "I only know how to sew."

You chuckled at the thought of him, clothed in his fatigues, hunched over a sewing machine with a rifle at his side.

Exhaustion began to seep in around the corners of your brain as you slumped back into the chair. Your eyelids felt as if they were weighted with lead, and even the gentle throb of your arm couldn't keep you from closing them.

"Sleep," Timur patted your knee gently as he sat back to observe you, "We will figure this out when the sun rises."

So you did.

[l3r40l]

[melodygatesauthor]

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Triple Frontier

Santiago - 😎 Benny - 💵🔥

Family Vacation - ❤️‍🔥😎

Blue Jones

A Long Night - 😈

Rainbow Six Siege

Radiant Heat - ❤️‍🔥(Kapkan)

Star Wars

Kylo Ren - 🖤 Poe Dameron - 🧡

Not This Time - ❤️‍🔥🖤

Break Your Fall - 😈🧡

Rainbow Six Siege

Let Them Come - 😈(Kapkan) (AO3 Only)

Always a Pleasure - 😈(Doc) (AO3 Only)

Moon Knight

Steven -📘 Marc -📗 Jake -📕 All -📚

Forever Bittersweet - ❤️❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥📗

Save Us - ❤️❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥��

Work In Progress -✏️ Complete - ✅

Moon Knight

Steven -📘 Marc -📗 Jake -📕 All -📚

The Best Kept Secrets - ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹📚✅

Not a Doctor - ❤️‍🔥📚✏️

The Men in the Mirror - ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹❤️📚✏️

Triple Frontier

Santiago - 😎 Benny - 💵🔥

Worth the Risk - ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹😎✏️

Work In Progress -✏️ Complete - ✅

Moon Knight

A Bit Dodgy - ❤️❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥😈📚✏️

The Fractured Moon - ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥😈📚✏️

Miguel O'Hara

Always Yours, Never Mine - ❤️❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥😈✏️

Star Wars

Kylo Ren - 🖤 Poe Dameron - 🧡

Yes, Master - ❤️❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥🖤✅ (AO3 Only)

Just You - ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥😈🖤✅ (AO3 Only)

One Hell of a Pilot - ❤️❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥🧡✅ (AO3 Only)

Rainbow Six Siege

The Recruit and the Hunter - ❤️❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥✅(Kapkan) (AO3 Only)

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🎂🔥🎨 For Glaz?

Okay so, for this ask I'll give headcanons/ideas that come to my mind when associating Glaz with these emojis😌♥

(artwork is by my friend LevaSoj and used there with permission - check out their incredible Siege art!!)

🎂 - Sweet tooth. Oh Glaz has no self control when anything sugary is just left over on the table or the counter. He's a menace. He dislikes cooking but likes baking - watch out though cause he's going to eat all the dough. He's doing it RIGHT NOW.

🔥 - Glaz is passionate... but not hot-headed. He always thinks before he acts but I do think his passion (that is, in art but also in relationships) is akin to a fire in the way loves things very very intensely. He will go through all the spectrum of human emotions regarding his passions (and his infatuations)

🎨 - Well, he's an artist, that much we know of. but creating something with his hands is incredibly important to him, it helps him shape his thoughts, have an outlet for emotions he can't always convey with words... and overall he just blossoms when he creates. it is something that is absolutely essential for him and his wellbeing. He isn't shy about it, but not everyone can see all of his art. Only a lucky few! :3c

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Happy birthday to Timur "Glaz" Glazkov!!!! June 2nd, 1987!

Very scrunkly :)