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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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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)

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puff0o0 · 3 months

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Thinking of writing for kapkan from Rainbow six siege (specifically doing the self aware au with him just let me do research hehehe)

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starliights-shining · 6 months

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"A Drink and Maybe dinner?"

Hello, This is a Kapkan fic I wrote for a person very dear in my life(@montyuh.) I thought maybe you guys would like to read it too! So here it is. I do believe I might start up request for Siege at some point, but for now here is this! Enjoy :)

Pairing: Mazim "Kapkan" Basuda x GN! Reader

Warnings: None,

Translations:(i do apologize if its butchered) Олененок - Baby Deer сестра - Sister

Loud music and shitty cheap alcohol never mix well in your opinion. You spent your entire youth watching it happen, women and men fighting over a lingering glance from someone or from someone dancing on the other. So you tend to avoid it, but for some reason after years of avoiding it your team always brings you back to it, and tonight was no different. You sat at the bar, the blue lighting casting a heavy hue onto you and the rest of the attendees sitting. Your eyes were lost in the four large cubes of ice that were slowly melting. You thought about why you said yes to drinks from Mira, you could actually be relaxing right now, head buried in pillows and your body wrapped in a warm blanket as your bones finally stopped moving. Setting in for the week and allowing the weight to fully be dropped. You were shot at yes, but not hit or in worse shape, So you couldn’t be complaining. You were supposed to be ‘celebrating’ for no serious injuries after this last mission.

The clanking of another glass being sat in front of you broke your thoughts. Your eyes quickly glancing up to the bartender in front of you. Her close lipped smile seemed unfriendly or jealous almost.

“I didn’t order this.”

You spoke up, pushing it back towards her before her hand stopped it. Her eyes almost rolling into the back of her hand as she spoke, a sigh leaving her lips first.

“It’s from that tall military man over there.”

She paused for a minute, smirking as you looked over in the direction of the man.

“I mean if you don’t want it, i’ll take it.”

You quickly shot her a glance before wrapping your hand around the glass and pulling it towards you.

“That won’t be necessary.”

You lifted it with a chuckle, taking a sip and looking over at him. You almost did not recognise him, if it wasn’t for the familiar looking group of men he was with. You just simply couldn’t miss the bald head of Sledge, and large frames of Fuze and Tachanka. You smiled to yourself, eyes slowly moving back up towards the tv that hung above the bar, you back finally meeting the backrest of your barstool. You thought about your options. Go talk to him? Sit here and wait for him to talk to you? Was this an invitation to sit with him? Was he interested in you romantically? No, Maxim “Kapkan” Basuda isn’t romantically interested in anyone. Not you, the bartender, or the loud female operator he seems to keep around. He’s just being friendly, trying to get you to loosen up a bit around a larger group of coworkers. You talked yourself down from that, he likes you romantically, tower. A thought process you are quite used to using for any and everything that came your way.

It had been a minute, you finished the drink that he bought you and you still sat in the same spot. Your hand twirled the glass on its bottom edge in circles, the ice clanking on the sides of the glass. You noticed the stool next you turning in and in came a lady. Placing both her hands on the bartop flat before the tender appeared asking for her order.

“I’ll have whatever she’s having!”

A small finger pointing to you and the glass you had, Your eyes flickered to her and then back to the bartender, before the lady spoke again.

“And another for her, On that tall military man's tab please.”

The tender left and you smiled, the lady next to you laced her fingers together before speaking again.

“You’re (Y/N), the new defender?”

She asked, You nodded, smiling at her. You finally looked over at her. She doesn’t look like a defender, or anyone in a rainbow at that, but you know her from your first debriefing, she’s like Redhammer’s medic, also that loud lady that Kapkan keeps around for some odd reason.

“Yeah that’s me, Guess you can't quite get away from the new title.”

She laughed, nodding slightly in the process.

“Yeah, kinda but you’ve made quite the impression with Kapkan so you think it might be a good thing.”

“Have I now?”

Your interest was piqued. An impression with Kapkan, a good one at that.

“Yeah, this last mission he basically said you saved his ass. Or maybe he's lying and just trying to get you to notice him.”

You watched as she picked up her glass and took a sip from it. Her face contorted right after.

“Ewww, how the hell do y'all drink this.”

You laughed, taking a sip from your glass.You guess Kapkan’s taste in alcohol isn't for everyone. Your eyes wandered to where he was sitting, and he wasn't there. An empty space on the wall next to Sledge. Your eyes cut back over to your company. A smile plastered on her face as she looked kinda past you.

“Well look who it is.”

You turned in your stool, it swiveled around for you to see the topic of your conversation, Kapkan. A grin plastered on his face. He stood between you and your new friend. A large hand coming up to rest on the conjunction between her neck and shoulder.

“What did I say about getting in my business, сестра?”

He said, shaking her back and forth in her seat. Your eyes flickering from him to her and back to him as they interacted. His use of ‘сестра’ caught your interest, you know your basics on a few languages and this just so happened to be one of the things you knew. He just called the lady in front of you sister. You almost signed out loud realizing that she was in fact not in the way of your attempts, future attempts, to get with him. Now the only question was are they really brother and sister. She looks nothing like him, and he looks nothing like her. You just smiled when you realized they were now looking at you.

“Did you even introduce yourself?”

His tone was friendly and almost banterish. She rolled her eyes before speaking.

“I didn’t but I’m Star, and you know this is Kapkan.”

You smiled at her.

“You know my Callsign, but you can call me (Y/N) for right now.”

“For right now!”

He let out a chuckle, his free hand coming up to point at your glass in your hand.

“How'd you like the drink, Олененок?”

You smiled, holding up your glass as you spoke.

“It's different, not what I normally go for.”

You noticed the funny look on Star's face. Her eyes looking up at him and then going to linger on you for a bit more.

“You bought her a drink? AND just,”

He cut her off, and reached for the glass she wasn’t drinking from.

“You put this on my tab and you're not going to drink it, what a waste, сестра.”

He practically gulped down the drink in one go, but you guess since it was his money it's a waste in his eyes. Star took this time to speak to you, leaning in and blocking her lips from his view.

“He doesn’t buy drinks for anyone.”

She paused, looking back at him before continuing.

“I think he likes you.”

You just smiled, shaking your head in disbelief as you let out a low laugh. Kapkan had taken the last gulp of the drink, placing the glass on the bar top before pulling the woman up from her seat.

“Don’t you have business elsewhere, сестра? Go find your puppy.”

She sighed, slapping her hand on his thick arm. He grinned and let out that bass rumbling laugh. She mumbled something about not calling him that before walking away. You were left alone with the man. He called the bartender, the smaller lady happy and bubbly with him unlike how she was with you. He ordered something and glanced over at your cup, it was half gone but he’s putting his own cutoff on you. His drink came, it was quite between you two for a minute. You decided to speak. Opening your mouth and saying something at the same time as him. His pale orbs looking down at you before his hand ushered for you to speak first. He had manners.

“I heard you’ve been speaking highly of me.”

You thought about it, it sounded cocky saying out loud. Almost like you knew he would do it and you didn’t like it. You are not arrogant and that's the last thing you’d wanna be known for.

“That sounds bad, I didn’t mean it like that at all.”

He smirked at you, light orbs still taking in your normal form in front of him.

“Of course, without you, we wouldn’t be celebrating no casualties, Олененок.”

“Yes, but it was simply my gadget doing its work.”

“How is your gadget, did you and Tina work on it?”

“Yes actually!”

You practically lit up after he asked, he noticed the difference between your new one and old one. You then went on to explain the mechanics of it, telling him about how you improved it with Tina’s help. He also spoke about Tina helping him with improving and testing his own gadget. Your conversation went on for far longer than you thought it had. His small input was enough and his response here and there kept it going. He didn’t seem to have a problem with you talking a bit more than normal and he sure didn’t mind your presence.

You didn’t catch the time until it was already hitting closing time, the bartender coming to close his tab and then the rest of the operators saying they were splitting to another bar or going home. You both stood up, leaving the building and into the cool air. You stood there waiting for your cab to come. He insisted he’d stay until your cab arrived even though you made it clear he didn’t have too. The silence between you too was comforting, a calm after a storm, which in this case was the bar and a lot of talking. It wasn’t until the headlights of the cab appearing down the road prompted him to speak.

“We should drink together more often. Preferably not for a celebration, just the two of us.”

You looked over at him, hands in his jean pockets as he looked down at you, a smirk present on his face. You smiled nodding.

“Yes, maybe even dinner? Just the two of us of course.”

You smiled, letting out a little laugh afterwards. He let out his chuckle as well.

“Of course, Олененок.”

You cab pulled up next to you and he opened the door for you, watching as you slid into the back and looked up at him.

“You can call me Maxim, Олененок”

He said, leaning down into the back while speaking, a hand resting on the roof of the cab and the door.

“Okay,”

You paused, watching his eyes. He started to close the door but you stopped him.

“What does that mean, The name you keep calling me?”

He smirked, laughing a bit before speaking.

“You’ll find out one day, Олененок”

He spoke and closed the cab door.

#stars writings #rainbow six siege #r6 #kapkan #r6s #r6 siege #r6 kapkan #Kapkan x reader #Maxim “Kapkan” Basuda #Maxim “Kapkan” Basuda x reader #kapkan x reader

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itsohh · 7 months

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A/N: Female reader, I might reuse your ask for later, I can probably do all of them ngl. I was orginally going to skip day 6 since I've been so busy with work but ngl I do think Maxim would totally be into gags and got a bit inspired. I'm a day late but its the 6th somewhere in the world.

Day 6: Gags

Word count: 1732

Warnings: smut

AO3 Kinktober Masterlist

The night sky above you was illuminated by the full moon, a giant white light that shone through the trees down to your camp. Dinner had ended up rather well and only three of you were left. Alexsandr had already retired for the night and Tori was getting ready for bed.

Maxim and you were the only two sharing a tent. A blessing ready, no one wanted to be stuck with Alexsandr. The pure amount of space he took up made it a pain, even in the rather large tent.

"Guess we better head to bed then huh?" Your eyes landed on Maxim. He had been rather quiet throughout the night, he never talked too much but this was Shuhrat's level of quiet.

"Da."

He was rather quick to move and soon you waved to Tori before you headed towards your tent. It was decently spread apart from the rest of theirs, the large clearing allowed for a decent distance between everyone.

The familiar sound of the tent's zip occurred after you slipped into it. Before you could do anything you felt his hand. Warm and rough, there wasn't any hesitation in his movements. The moment you were on the air mattress, his hands were on your chest. His chest pressed against your back and he started to pull away your clothing. "Tell me you want this." Maxim's gruff voice spoke in your ear and he gave it a little nip with his teeth.

"Mmm, I do. Have you been waiting for me?"

"All night."

"Nothing gets you worked up like the wilderness huh?" You chuckled.

"Let me undress you."

You raised your arms and he pulled your shirt up off your body and flicked your bra undone with one hand. The cool air nipped at your bare chest and you couldn't help but shiver against him. His warm hands were a welcomed addition as they graced your skin which caused a small moan to ripple from your lips.

"Hush little bunny." His hand snaked around your front and grasped your throat. Maxim didn't squeeze it but used it as a solid handle. His lips were so close to your ear that you could almost feel them brush against it.

"You don't want to keep up the rest of our team, do you? This is work exercise."

His cock strained against his pants but you could still feel the hardness press against you. The hand on your throat pushed you against him while his other hand started to remove your pants. The belt was pulled apart with rough jerks and he snapped it out. It was dumped on the floor and his large rough hands slipped into your pants with ease. Maxim cupped your cunt in your underwear. Slowly his index finger slipped between your folds. Already wet, it slipped in with ease. It didn’t take much for him to work you up.

A second finger slipped in and the pair started to scissor you apart, stretching you. Another moan escaped your mouth and his hand snapped from your throat to over your mouth, muffling it.

“I told you to be quiet.” His voice was low in your ear and all movement ceased inside of you. In protest, you groaned against him and bucked your hips against his hands. You wanted him to move more, you needed him to move.

A tsk came from his lips and you whined when his fingers left you all together. Mazim pulled away from you and for a second you were worried he was done for you for the night. When you turned around, you were met with the sight of him rummaging through one of his bags. He pulled out something and his eyes locked onto yours. “If you can not be quiet, I will make you.” The rolled-up straps in his hands were originally used in your camping but now he snapped it and his eyes searched yours for your reaction.

“Open your mouth.”

You didn’t hesitate, not for a second, your jaw lowered and he placed the strap into your mouth. It was a little different but you couldn’t complain. Maxim adjusted it until it was secure around your head and gave it a light tug to test. His eyes spoke a million words and he paused, there was a slight hesitation in his eyes. You nodded in assurance and lightly tapped his thigh once, an assurance to keep going. That hesitation in his eyes disappeared and he roughly pushed your body forward. The palm of his hand was in the centre of your back and forced your face down into the mattress.

A light slap on your ass had you moan into the impromptu gag. His hand palmed over the same spot and gently rubbed it before it made a loss of contact. His hands found the side of your pants and yanked them over your bent-over ass. Now bare, Maxim had access to your dripping cunt. Perfect access for his face to dive in from behind. He was right to gag you, he knew you so well. Your moans could barely be contained as he messily assaulted your cunt. His stumbled rubbed against your thighs in a burn that was so delicious, his mouth moving with open-mouth licks.

Your hands found purchase on your pants that were bunched around your knees, they offered you a little support while you mewed into the strap. Saliva started to form around it but you were far too deep in the pleasure that Maxim brought to notice or care.

With your ass up in the air on your face still down, thoughts seem to slip away from your mind. There was only thin in there and that was the pure pleasure that relaxed throughout your body. He palmed your ass with his entire hands, massaging it as he worked. Moans and whimpers muffled against your gag until he suddenly pulled back with a light pant. Behind you, Maxim moved but you couldn’t exactly see what he was doing.

What you did feel was his heavy cock that slapped against your ass cheeks. It ran across the slick that had coated your inner legs, mixed with his own saliva. A groan slipped from him as he pushed in. It was a slow motion but one that was met with zero resistance. You always did fit him so well. His hand on your lower back anchored himself. It was the perfect spot for him to press in and snap his hips in and out of you.

Gods he was thick. It stretched you in a way that had you feeling so full, so overwhelmed in a way that had you reduced to complete babbles. Or you would have been if you could actually talk.

"You have no idea how much I love to watch you work." He muttered while he fucked himself into you, a slow but tough rhythm. Each snap of his hips had the pair of you rock forward while the top of his member pressed against your cervix in a way that hurt so deliciously.

"Been wanting you ever since we arrived." He wrapped his arms around your waist and slammed into you but didn't retreat for a moment. Instead, he pulled you back onto his lap and lay down on the mattress. "Face me."

You obeyed his command and spun around to face him. "Now bounce for me, bunny."

His hands engrained themselves in your thighs to help lift and steady you on him. Your hands moved forward and gripped his shoulders. The rhythm you started was rather slow, rolling your hip against him, his cock slipped in deeper before it moved out slightly.

A pleased hum settled in Maxim's throat before you started to speed up. "That's a good girl." His hand wiped away part of your saliva that drooled down the side of your chin. "Nice and quiet for me."

Your head pathetically nodded while he continued to thrust up into you, your body now barely moving up and down. His eyes continued to watch you, even when yours tiredly closed, just enjoying the feel of him fucking up into you. His hand stayed on the side of your face until he thrust in partially hard. Your eyes shot open and you could see the determination on his face, so close to the edge, he buried himself into you and grabbed your hips flush against his.

Maxim’s warm seed filled you up and pooled around the base of his cock, the overflow that couldn’t stay inside of you. He pulled you by the back of your neck down into his chest where you rest your head. The strap in your mouth was promptly removed and tossed to the side. His thumb rubbed the side of your mouth and looked for any redness while he wiped away your drool.

“Are you okay?” His voice was softer, the kind and tender side of him.

“Yeah.” You nuzzled your face into his chest and closed your eyes around him. “Sleepy.” You mumbled and his chest vibrated a little and he laughed and gently petted your head.

It wasn’t often that you woke up before Maxim. Still snuggled up to his side, you slowly had to detach yourself from him. It seemed that Maxim had cleaned you up while you slept as there wasn’t any tried cum in between your legs. You rummaged around for a pair of pants and you grabbed the first shirt you found. You managed to slip into them and crawl out of the tent without waking your partner, which was a bonus. A light smell of food filled the air and you made your way back over to the campsite which you all shared. Tori and Alexsandr had already woken up and were cooking on some gas burners.

“Morning sleeping beauty.” Tori grinned a shit-eating grin.

“Have fun last night Hare?” Alexsandr’s voice practically clicked as he spoke your callsign.

“Hare? Haven't you heard? It’s Bunny now.” She nudged him and Alexsanndr boomed out a laugh while your face paled.

“Ugh, sorry you guys heard.” You mumbled out but Tori just patted next to her with a grin.

“Ah, we’ve all heard it before besides you guys weren’t that loud. Shuhrat seemed to sleep through it.” Her eyes glanced over to the direction of his tent. “Surprised you can walk.”

#kapkan x reader #maxim basuda #r6s #rainbow six siege #r6s x reader #kinktober2023

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77-natchan · 10 months

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#kapkan #Maxim Basuda #rainbow six fanart #r6siege #r6s kapkan #fanart #my art #silly little meow meow #rainbow six siege

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konigsprinzessin · 2 years

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Spetsnaz as dads

okay, i really like this prompt and i've seen it be done before but i wanted to add my own personal touch to it. i hope you enjoy this! these are also written in head cannon style.

timur glazkov;

he teaches your children about art from a young age, not exactly teaching about colours but rather lighting and shading techniques.

i imagine him to be a helicopter parent (sorry).

i head cannon him having two daughters and maybe one son and they all have his bright blue eyes.

ceo of stranger danger. "don't get in a stranger's car!". goes crazy if his kids' don't answer the phone after one ring.

scolds his children for swearing.

maxim basuda ;

camping trips (he's saving the skinning part until they're a bit older)

your children's first language is russian. english comes second. even if you don't speak russian. he doesn't care.

"your dad's scary. he's a scary man."

such a softie especially when it comes to his daughters but refuses to wear pink and dress up. might play with dolls but if you take a photo of him with the dolls it will be the end of that for a very long, long, long time.

expect moments of children running around with knives. maxim will laugh and then loose his mind when one of them trips (is not harmed)

shuhrat kessikbayev ;

shuhrat is very self conscious of himself as a parent. he worries that he's not raising them right. lot's of self doubt.

your children steal his ushanka especially in the winter.

bedtime stories galore, especially the ones from his childhood.

teaches them that rootbeer is real beer and water is vodka. it's a joke but the school your children attend worry for their safety at home.

"ice is just frozen vodka!" and such.

alexsandr senaviev ;

picks up his kids by the legs and swings them around in a circle or throws them over his shoulder and runs.

in the winter, he'll push them into the snow without winter gear on.

gives the biggest and warmest hugs.

he will spend all evening trying to teach his kids math or science, really anything just to help them better understand the content so they can do well on their exams.

nu pogodi every night before bed and will binge it for hours with your children on the weekend nights.

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vampsquerade · 2 years

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got the last request ever from the lovely and sweet @corpse-poet for Glaz and Kapkan fighting over the reader! took a bit of a different route for it and i honesy like how it came out. thanks for requesting mamas i looove you 🥺😩

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Kapkan x GN!Reader x Glaz: Romantic Altercations

Trigger Warnings: slight angst, eventual fluff, physical altercations (fist fighting), bloody noses, getting shot in the face (fake bullets, reader is hit)

Life was easy for someone like you. You were hired as a test hostage for an elite CTU called Rainbow, and you absolutely loved it. You got paid a lot just for sitting there, occasionally getting blown up and shot at. A lot of the operators were also pretty nice to you, usually apologizing for the things they accidentally do to you. Two operators however seemed to find themselves clinging to you a lot whenever you were brought back to their training scenarios. Maxim and Timur, the 2 of 4 Spetsnaz operators, were practically always at your side when you were around. They cared a lot about you and wanted to get to know you better and so they took your simple position as the best way to. It was kind of cute.

“So Y/N, have you come to enjoy this job?” Maxim asked. “I like it. If I can make good money from just sitting on the floor all tied up and having you guys shoot near me and blow me up with fake explosives, it’s all good.” you say. “I see. Do you not get tired of it?” Timur asked. “It can get tiring, yeah. But I’m not here everyday and for that I can be thankful.” you say. “That’s good. I hope you never get tired of being here with us, we appreciate your work.” Maxim said, patting your shoulder. You smile up at him and unbeknownst to you, this causes an anger in Timur to stir within him.

You didn’t know it, but he and Maxim have been fighting over who gets to have you. The two were absolutely infatuated with you, so much so that the duo constantly got into shouting matches when you weren’t around. It was surprising too, because they had never had an argument with each other and it pretty much unnerved the other operators.

Soon enough, you all reach the training scenario and Maxim and Timur help get you ready. Timur is the one that puts the cloth in your mouth, doing so gently. He also takes this as the chance to gently caress your lips, causing you to fluster. Maxim then delicately binds your wrists together with some rope, kissing each of your fingers. The sudden affection was making you a bit hazy, and you didn’t even realize that the two of them were helping you walk. “Are you feeling okay, Y/N? You seem to be a bit distracted.” Timur said. His tone sounded like he was teasing you, and it made you come to your senses a bit. “Uh…I’m fine, don't worry.” you say, laughing sheepishly. “Well if there’s something wrong feel free to tell us. We will take care of you.” Maxim said.

You give him a nod, and Timur lets go of your arm. “I must group you with everyone else. You two go get in position.” he said. “We will. Thank you for helping me in getting Y/N here.” Maxim said. His tone was oddly colder than normal, and it made you a bit worried. He then carefully helped you inside, gently setting you down in the room Gustave had told him to place you. “I will protect you. You don’t need anybody else but me.” he whispered, flashing you a grin before putting his mask on over his mouth and nose. Giving him a nod, you clap twice as a way to say thank you to him before he goes to reinforce the walls.

The training session seems to go on for a while, a good 8 matches you believe, and you were finally beginning to feel extremely exhausted. There was only one round left, according to Mark coming and letting you know. Silently thanking him, he then leaves the room, only for Maxim to step back into the room. “Did he say anything to you?” he asked. You nod, and this makes Maxim scowl slightly. “Anything rude or vulgar?” he asks again. You shake your head this time, becoming confused as to why he was suddenly so protective. “Good. We will begin this round shortly, and I intend to finish it in our favor.”

Maxim then went to lay in a separate room, keeping his eyes on you. He must have already set up all his E.D.Ds because normally he'd be in another room. Gunshots and explosions rang out per usual all over the scenario. You used to flinch at these, but not anymore once you got used to it. The first time you were here you thought they were using actual bullets, something Harry forgot to tell you. The pain back then was unbearable, but now your pain tolerance was really high.

Or so you thought.

As Mark passed in front of you, a bullet came straight through the window, initially aimed to injure him. But it hit you right in the face instead, directly between the eyes. The impact rendered you Down But Not Out, and this sent Maxim into a frenzy. He then rushed to peek out the window and shot at the person who shot the bullet. It was Timur, and Maxim was even more furious once he found out. “Ты глупая сука! Ты выстрелил Y/N в чертово лицо!” Maxim roared. You watched him rush out of the room through blurry vision as Mark then helped you up, moving you to a safer spot. He tended to your wounds and soon enough, the round was declared over.

Mark handed you to Gustave, you checked for any injuries other than the fake bullet you took to the face. “I’ll take you to the infirmary for further treatment. Hold onto my waist, you’re a bit too dizzy to walk on your own.” Gustave said. Nodding, you reach your still bound hands to remove the tape from your mouth. “Who shot me?” you ask. “It was Timur. He was fixing to aim at me but he ended up shooting you instead. Sorry.” Mark said, apologizing. “It’s fine, you didn’t know he was aiming at you…I hope.” you say as you wrap an arm around Gustave’s waist to hold yourself up. Mark nodded, and you all made your way out.

And once you did, you saw Maxim and Timur arguing just outside. “Maybe next time you should pay attention better, сука!” you heard Maxim yell. Timur simply threw a punch now out of anger, effectively causing Maxim’s nose to bleed profusely. Maxim did the same, and soon enough the two were beating each other up. “Hey! What are you two doing to each other?!” Gustave yelled. Mark rushed to go help the others pull them apart, and you couldn’t do anything to make them stop because of the state you were in. They both turned to look at Gustave, and their eyes filled with horror once they saw you had quite obviously seen them fighting. “You two have been fighting for months! Quel est le problème?!” Olivier yelled.

Maxim and Timur broke out of everyone’s arms, looking down and now refusing to look at you. “It is none of your concern. We will deal with it later.” Timur said. Now his tone was oddly chilling, and it made you upset. “Would you talk about it with me?” you ask, making sure your tone was gentle. They stayed silent before looking at each other, giving each other a nod, before then looking down at the ground again. “Gilles, Saif, help me get them to the infirmary. Make sure to hold onto their arms and keep them separated.” Gustave ordered. Gilles and Saif then came behind them, holding their arms behind their backs as you all made your way to the infirmary. Olivier followed along of course, just to help with some of the workload.

Upon arrival, you were then treated for your injuries by Gustave himself meanwhile Mina and Olivier treated both Maxim and Timur. “You know we’ll have to tell Harry about this. It’s been going on for months and the two of you have no intention of stopping.” Mina said, looking over at you. “And all your fighting came with a casualty.” Olivier said, glaring at Maxim as he treated his nose and face. “Maxim and I will discuss it with Harry then. This does not concern you all.” Timur said curtly, causing Mina to just sigh and shake her head once she was done with him. “Au contraire. But if you are really this adamant you don’t need to tell us, we won’t press further. I’ll leave Y/N here to rest. You two are finished now, so go ahead and see Harry.” Gustave said.

He, Olivier, and Mina then stepped out to leave you alone with Timur and Maxim. “Come here.” you command, breaking the tense silence. The two silently and reluctantly stand up, walking over to the bed you were sitting on. “Now spill.” you command once more. “Maxim and I are intensely attracted to you. We have been fighting over you and every time you were here was when we would be calm.” Timur said. “And I lost my composure when I found out it was Timur that had shot you. I wanted to kill him for hurting you.” Maxim said. “You could have told me. You didn’t have to fight each other over me.” you say. “We know that now…” Timur said.

You remain silent, now having to make up your mind for how you felt about them. You did have feelings for the both of them, and now since they’ve kinda revealed they felt the same for you, it was a bit confusing. And while being a bit irritated that instead of talking it out like the grown men they were, they decided to fight each other instead. “Are you mad..?” Timur asked softly. Your eyes flick over to him and you sigh softly, “I’m not mad. I’m just a bit irritated and disappointed. I like the two of you, and I don’t want you two to keep fighting. We’ll have to work on this, because I’m not dating one over the other.

“You want to be with the two of us?” They both asked.

“I do. But we can’t be together if you keep this up.” you say.

The two then looked at each other before looking back at you. “We’ll work on it. We promise.” Maxim said. “Do you truly promise?” you ask. “Yes, we promise.” Timur chimed. “Good. Now turn off the light and lay down with me, I know you’re all sore.” you command. Maxim goes to turn off the light while Timur gets into the bed next to you, pulling you right up against him to make some extra room for Maxim, who then comes on next to you. “We’re still really sorry for seeing us like that.” Maxim said. “I’ll forgive you. Hush, and sleep.” you say, wrapping your arms around him.

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