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21 she/xe/they i have never played these games, i don't write or post about canon x canon & i do this all for the love of da game. minors + ageless blogs please dni (most dividers used are by @cafekitsune) (i follow from @earlygirll)

[koshirubies]

is it just me or does (bald) bandit kind of look like ollie riedel

[koshirubies]

i am clawing at the walls of my enclosure and foaming at the mouth . will you write ever write for Mozzie, perhaps? i love that guy so much.

i hope you're doing great, r6s really needs more fanfic writers!! i found this blog while scavenging for scraps.

oh dude i'm admittedly slow as hell when it comes to updates but YES!!! i have some certain headcanons about mozzie that i need to release to the public......

and thank u!!! i hope u enjoy ur stay 🙂‍↕️

[koshirubies]

Im deadset that Ace either wears perfumes/cologne that smell amazing or that like- are those incredibly intoxicating ones that gives everyone headache. What’s your take?

-🧸

alright....... so i'm finally getting to this a literal week later..... i'm so sorry anon 💀

but, anyways, porque no los dos! håvard's preoccupation with his image manifests in two forms: a desire to carefully curate every single thing he owns based entirely on his own criteria, and a desire to keep up with what's popular. while these two can clash, the former will always inform the latter; so, to his credit, while håvard can be weak to trends, he never actually buys or uses something without very carefully assessing it. whenever he buys perfumes, he will always take note of factors like the drydown, the sillage, the longevity, etc (he actually enjoys mapping out these tidbits of information).

he likes bold, spicy-fresh scents—the type that can alert people to his presence when they smell it. he doesn't care for simple things, so, yes, sometimes his colognes are strong to the point of inducing migraines (some colleagues, like grim, actively avoid him whenever he's wearing a particularly pungent one).

notes that embody him: calabrian bergamot, aquozone, pepper

perfumes i think he'd wear: sauvage by dior (i know, i know… he'd def be a sauvage dude, can't convince me otherwise), ocean rush by rayhaan, alpha by nuancielo

[koshirubies]

reply to this or send me an ask and i'll assign a siege character a perfume

[koshirubies]

new siege lore pmo so much i have to write porn now

[paxran]

HOW THEY MANHANDLE YOU - ft. Montagne, Blitz, Kapkan

manhandle (verb) - to handle roughly

^ Honestly, despite the title this is lwk not that freaky...imo. I really wanted to add Doc, but I tried to vary the CTUs mentioned and Monty's big ahh takes up so much space in my brain (affectionately). Also, @koshirubies thank you for requesting & giving me the idea for Kapkan's petname choices...that post of urs was magical.

WARNINGS: suggestive but not explicit, mentions of sex, gender neutral reader (but top & bottom positions are discussed briefly), reader has hair long enough to grab in Monty's, lmk if I missed anything

MONTAGNE:

----------------- Protectively & guiding, Gilles may… not intentionally move you around a bit without notice. His stature is not something he’s unaware of, but he’s used to looking out for others and he takes immense pride in this desire and instinct to do so in particular with you. So, if you are ever in the wrong place at the wrong time–well so is he to help you should you need it. Though, sometimes it comes preemptively.  

A cramped train car? This doesn’t even require a full thought, just a big hand moving you along where he can be between you and everything else. Once you’re settled, it’s sort of hard to focus on whatever he’s chatting to you about quietly when he’s steadying himself with one arm conveniently bent to have his bicep in your face when it’s coupled with a warm palm on your hip. Maybe enough that you stumble, and Gilles' simple reassuring touch slides from your hip to your stomach–keeping you up. The pressure should be uncomfortable, but as established, Gilles is accustomed to and lives by protecting in his gentle-giant way. So naturally, his hand holding you upright feels less like a seatbelt on a sudden stop and more like being pulled into an embrace. You okay? He’d ask, as if you even had a chance to truly fall, and watch intently for your reply. 

True rough handling only occurs with danger or unintentionally. Say you notice the picture frame on the nightstand about to fall from yours & Gilles’ enthusiastic activities. It’s only instinct to try to catch something as it falls, even in such a fervor, right? Gilles must’ve been too busy kissing up your spine to your shoulder to notice from behind you, but when you lunge forward he catches onto your movement–just not the intent. The poor guy thought you were slipping off the bed and grabbed what he could to stop you–which ended up being your hair. The only thing he feels worse about than how hard he yanked you back is how the sound you made won’t get out of his head. He probably cusses himself out in hushed French—not before confirming your wellbeing, of course. Please forgive me, Mon amour (You can hear the frown in his voice as he gently caresses the back of your head).

Issues with his type of heavy-handedness? Gilles respects you deeply…and like any of the other operators here would for their significant other, cares a great deal for your safety. The less fortunate side of this is that having seen so much, he can’t help but anticipate and want to be ahead of whatever comes your way. This may come off a bit overbearing. He wants you to grow just as he wants himself to, but it physically pains this guy to think of you suffering even minimally or the thought of anyone–or worse, you, questioning his capability to protect you. You really just need to nudge him away and he’ll get the hint that you don’t need to be scruffed like a kitten when you get a little too close to oncoming traffic.

BLITZ: 

----------------- Affectionately & enthusiastically, your space is also somewhat his. Of course, no one in Rainbow gets by being completely oblivious, and certainly not without some superior intellect that allows them to comprehend situations they can’t navigate in a natural manner. So, Elias never goes too far. 

You will never worry that a pull or grab is ill-natured from him. However, his easy smiles and excited chatting don’t mean he treats you like glass. What purpose do his exceptional strength and physical dexterity have if not to be used, and more specifically, used to get you both what you want? 

No, you don’t need to be picked up to reach a shelf, you could do it yourself…But isn’t it more fun with me? He would laugh, followed by some syrupy nickname. 

Honestly, Elias is happy simply to be involved in whatever you do. But, he also is never going to miss the opportunity to have you pinned between him and…anything really–how could he resist the feeling of your soft body against his? Especially not with his hands able to conveniently find the skin exposed from under your shirt by your upward reach; or when he can flip you around to face him once you put your bounty on the countertop and sweetly (with that boyish smile) ask for a reward, as if having your hips in his hands and your ass in his face isn’t enough to keep him hard for a week. When he sees you waiting expectantly for him to name his price with a raised brow and dilating eyes, his rough palm finds the column of your neck. His index finger lies over your pulse and his thumb over your throat. With that hold, he pulls you forward into a kiss. Even though he’s initiating the contact and clutches such a delicate part of you, he’s not dominating the act–even if he could easily imagine taking such a moment and moving on to something with a bit more hunger in it right away.

Overall, Elias is just waiting for a reason to have his hands on you. When he does, he is not excessively gentle, but not too rough either unless you suggest a particular mood. He’s a man that inspires trust and mutual excitement as he acts on your shared desires with obvious mirth. The same kind that would be expressed if you returned the favor: pull his face to yours or grab his hair to smush his lips to yours and he’ll match your energy. So that’s how you want to play it, Schatz? The only downside imaginable here is that you may need to iron out the whens and wheres for Elias. He’s generally intuitive, yes, but he also is crazy about you. It’s not always ideal to be bear-hugged in public or pulled over his thighs late in the night as you try to settle down.

KAPKAN:

----------------- Instinctually & as a sort of intimacy, Maxim finds this kind of touch simply effective at accomplishing a goal and pleasing in both a slightly primitive way and on a deeper conscious level. For the former, it’s not that he feels entitled to your space or involving himself in it to accomplish a goal…he is just acknowledging the human urge to seek touch–with the added bonus of getting something done. You aren’t a toy to him, of course, but he doesn’t see the point in resisting interest in you and folding it into his life as often as possible. Why not help himself to palming your chest if you are willing and he wants you nearer? Words work, yes, but you’ll come to him once the warmth of his hands spreads. Most of the time though, rough handling happens rather mundanely.

Trying to fix something? He doesn’t hover unless you want him to, but he can pretty easily tell when you become frustrated. He also pretty easily intervenes. There is no “do it like this” or “you’re doing it wrong”. Just simple and easy to accept or decline: do you want help? Any sign of acquiescence and he just picks you up and moves you. Zero fanfare. From there, you can ask if you want instruction or for the problem to be solved without you. Other cases might be along the lines of: want him to join you on the couch? Don’t bother getting up, he’ll just lift your head and place it on his lap as he sits. It’s all rather natural to the two of you after a while. 

Deep down, Maxim does get off a bit on the heavy-handness. Not for any sadistic reasons mostly, but because you trust him to do so without hurting you and without necessarily communicating a purpose. This kind of interaction is not exactly a common or accepted occurrence between strangers. That show of loyalty and intimacy feeds something within the gray space between right and wrong that just is, in a mind like his that values the former two so much. 

Others might find the simplicity bordering on a bit primitive, but how could he not find pleasure in your willingness to accept him and his touch? You two understand each other, and you understand him grabbing your thigh to pull you to straddle him is just human passion with that somewhat untamed edge he saves for you. Why fight everything in his body and mind that tells him to get closer to you even when he’s already inside? A rough palm between your shoulders brings you down until your chests meet, hearts beating wildly for each other. This is just another way to communicate the closeness you share that doesn’t require complex words(even if he has plenty of those for you).

Reasonably, the lack of context to his less gentle touches can be jarring. He reads people well, and in most cases catches on and explains himself if you seem a little dazed. Otherwise, an issue might be that he’ll resist your own attempts to reciprocate on accident. Years of being on guard never really leaves you, even if you can put it on the back burner in your own home. This might lead to some slightly patronizing coos: Pushing me around now, зайчик (zaychik/bunny)? Honestly, it might be your fault for trying to physically maneuver that much man. 

[koshirubies]

Seeing you love Rainbow Six Siege, who do you have any favourite or least favourite female operators?

[TRYING TO SHOVE ALL MY FINKA PHOTOCARDS IN MY TRENCH COAT AND MISERABLY FAILING] oh hahahaha no i don't have any favorites why do you ask

[oso-nan]

marius is so cute 😭 a line from extraction when you visit his operator page

[rightshoeonleftfoot]

WHEN I GET THIS GAME ON SALE IT'S SO OVER YOU WON'T SEE ME FOR WEEKS

[jetkiss]

my cringefail son

[amidalorian]

now some oc writers are using the “x reader” tag and giving the excuse that “it’s just a different perspective.” it doesn’t matter if you use that tag IF YOU’RE NOT INCLUDING THE READER! YOU have your own tag, leave us alone.

the “x reader” tag exists so that readers of any background, appearance, or identity can immerse themselves in a story and feel included as the main character.

when you write a story centered around your own original character, with a defined name, personality, and often a specific appearance, you’re no longer inviting the reader to step into that role, you’re writing about your character, not the reader. that’s completely fine! writing oc content is valid and has its own space.

but misusing the “x reader” tag to gain visibility or clicks is misleading. it sets the wrong expectations and excludes readers who were looking for stories where they could truly see themselves in the narrative. if your story focuses on your oc, label it honestly.

use the “oc x canon” tag or “original character” there’s no shame in that. but please stop co-opting a space that’s meant to be inclusive and flexible for all readers, especially those who are often underrepresented in fiction. the “x reader” tag is not a blank slate for oc projection.

it’s meant to include everyone, not just your creative vision.

respect your audience. tag responsibly.

NOTE: writing in another point of view like “SHE/HE went to the market” instead of “YOU went to the market” does not count as “x reader.”

(not 100% but most of the time) don’t try to be clever or sneaky about it.

NOTE 2: by the way, regarding the second image, it’s great to see more asian, black, and mixed oc’s! but even so, that still doesn’t make it a reader insert, let alone fit the tag. the reader needs to be the main character.

[hiddenbabynyc]

i have more respect for that author than the tons of ppl who write obviously white, femme, cis, heteronormative ‘reader’ characters who are 18-25. Reader fics have never been a blank slate. the minute there’s a whiff of backstory or any forms of description, it instantly becomes an OC. the Reader is from *insert state/country here*? i’m not. the Reader puts up with an emotionally unavailable man for years? i wouldn’t. they have sex? see ya, asexuals and demisexuals. date? don’t let the door hit you where the good lord split ya, aromantic and demiromantics. afab? like Andrea Bocelli, it’s time to say goodbye to my trans sisters. Reader runs their hands through their hair? buh bye to everyone who is 3c and up. a man easily picks up the Reader? we bid adieu to the ‘2-something to do something’ delegation. the Reader eats certain foods? welp, there goes the allergy crowd and anyone with ARFID

Reader at this point usually means first person perspective.

do i read x Reader fics? yup and i keep my mouth shut unless we’re having a talk about inclusivity. because most fandoms are predominantly white, so if you don’t speak up, some people who are in an echo chamber of people who are just like them don’t realize what they’re doing.

i enjoy them for what they are, i enjoy the writing and the plot, i sit there and i just eat my food

the question to ask yourself is, does this upset me because it’s not a ‘blank slate’ or does this upset me because the ‘blank slate’ is not coded in a way that i can enjoy it and put myself in that space as the love interest? because if you didn’t have a problem until this Reader came along who didn’t look and sound like you, the problem is not the x Reader tag

[foxherder]

this. while I agree w the original message, most “x reader” fics don’t tag themselves as “white reader” but have sneaky descriptors that portray the reader as white. and in most “x reader” fics the reader is female and in many the authors don’t even bother to tag it so. very rarely are “x reader” fics actually have a reader with no racial descriptors or are gender neutral.

the reason I don’t read fics with ocs is bc the majority of the time the oc is white. it is exhausting being in predominantly white and female spaces.

[monetandcookies]

Lowkey this discourse has always felt a little racially insensitive because the answer is always to make authors who aren’t white use specific tags like xblackreader instead of acknowledging the fact that white readers are often used as the default in fanfic. I understand that when things are usually targeted towards your demographic that any variation feels strange however I think people really need to look at themselves and understand that “he ran his hand through my hair” is just as alienating to readers as “I wore my hair in multiple tight braids”

[koshirubies]

Saw the tags on your reblog. Absolutely based btw. All CoD "leftists" need to be able to at least write three paragraphs on why CoD is propaganda for the CIA and military imperialism with real world examples.

I'm genuinely tired of this "just make weird cod fanfiction" mindset here. It's kinda nuts to me that this mindset even exists because I thought everyone knew their fanfiction version of the character will never overtake the main canon version that everyone knows on a mass scale. (TY TY for the add-on)

thank YOU for making that post… i'm tired of fanfiction writers acting like their shit doesn't stink especially since so many of them deal with harmful tropes (for example what i mentioned, gender essentialism), and act like it can't possibly be propaganda because "i'm just writing what i enjoy uwu" "this is how i escape from reality" buddy your "escapism" is you writing tradwife shit for hypermasculine military men… how is that not deeply entrenched in reality

shit like that is egregious in general but so many COD fans forget that you have to be especially mindful when dealing with military media.

[felsecyan]

Okay, I can't believe we need to keep having this conversation, but apparently "leftists" in the general cod fandom aren't getting the picture! 😊😊😊

There is absolutely nothing wrong with shipping the characters, doing the yaoi and yuri, and writing dating sim fanfictions. BUT, and this is a big BUT, there is a problem if you are not analyzing the source material!

Call of Duty is propaganda, and you can not remove that fact from the characters. It doesn't matter if it's Black Ops or Modern Warfare, the fact remains that this Pro CIA and Pro Military Intervention propaganda.

Please do research about the game you claim to be a fan of. It doesn't matter if you "don't do politics" if you are not critical of propaganda you will spread it around whether you realize it or not.

If you aren't doing research about CoD and the actual real world politics it includes, you are on the same level as the cod gamer bro who gets mad about "politics" (aka politics he doesn't agree with) being in his games.

[felsecyan]

Okay and just to clarify what I mean more.

Just because you focus on shipping the characters, and turning their story into toxic/tender yaoi (or yuri) does NOT mean you are somehow exempt from analyzing these characters.

"Hey CoD is literally pro-western imperialism, anti arab propaganda" "See that's why I make them have rowdy gay sex!!! :33333" You sound ridiculous. You are literally acting like a cod bro, but more "woke" because we're talking about fanfiction.

Again, just to make it really, really clear, if your only response to talking about the politics in cod is to make it about fanfic smut, you ARE BASICALLY A COD BRO. You are the same guy that goes "Well I like the CoD games because they say 'fuck yeah! america!!!'". Two sides of the same coin; two wings of the same bird.

(Sex appeal is literally a propaganda tactic btw that's why characters like Russel Adler and John Price are made to be so sexually appealing)

Like, I'm not saying don't write cod mlm, wlw, or whatever... I mean, one of my most popular (and hopefully soon to be ongoing) works for CoD literally has Roach x Bell tender mlm. What I mean is you need to be analyzing the fucking text and be able to say why CoD is military and CIA propaganda beyond the obvious.

[koshirubies]

ermmm so. would anyone here be interested in joining a siege server

[koshirubies]

errr so! here it is 😁 18+ only and very oc-friendly as promised. the group name and theme are still being workshopped (lol) but the rest is pretty much done :^)

[koshirubies]

bumping again. quit your job and join my gay siege server

[red5cars]

when you ask your dear friend kyle to help you with your pregnancy, you expect him to donate some sperm, drive you to your ivf appointments, etc etc.

what you don't expect is him to press your knees to your chest one evening, slamming his cock so deep inside of you that you swear you can feel it entering your womb.

"s'fuckin' good for me," he groans, applying more pressure to the back of your thighs, "takin' my cock like a champ, baby," somehow he manages to thrust deeper, a soft whine leaving your lips.

he doesn't stop praising you throughout the whole ordeal, admiration entering one ear then shooting down into your body, pussy squeezing after every phrase.

such a sweet girl. absolutely perfect. gonna be such a good mama.

the way you tighten up at that last bit has kyle gritting his teeth, eyes clenched up before opening to reveal fully dilated pupils, "yeah? you like when i call you that? mama?" the word gets the same physical reaction from you, and kyle grins.

he adjusts himself, chest nearly touching yours as he raises his hips till only the tips insde. then, he slams home.

"can't wait to make you a mama. gonna ruin this cunt every day till it takes. yeah? you want that?" the drag of his cock inside of you is so distracting, addicting. you almost don't answer his question, but the high-pitched mewl he punches out of you is answer enough.

he keeps talking to you, how excited he is to watch your soft belly expand, to see your tits swell up, have your stretchmarks extend.

you hear him say something along the lines of i'll be such a good daddy, mama, jus' you wait, but you blame the cotton in your ears. after all, the only thing you can focus on is the warm feeling of his cum coating your insides and making good on his previous promises.

[koshirubies]

jäger yaps and plays with your pussy…

that's it. that's literally the post. jäger gets anatomical with it.

cw shades of pain play. pussy inspection vibes? unsexy pillow talk. jäger being a cocky bastard (affectionate). reader is afab, just a touch tsundere, and mentioned to not be a virgin but is otherwise kept as neutral as possible. they/them pronouns.

"did you know," marius hums, "that the human clitoris has more than 10,000 nerve fibers?"

he punctuates the fact with a sudden press of his thumb over your clit, which is shyly peeking out from beneath its hood. your body jolts. marius seems to pay no mind, his eyes solely fixated on your cunt.

"this little thing–" he traces along the curve of your glans– "is merely the tip of the iceberg. thousands of other nerves branch out beneath. the dorsal nerve, directly located below the clitoral glans, is responsible for the pleasure you are undoubtedly feeling right now. amazing, isn't it, spatzi? such a small bundle of nerves, and yet just a little press of my fingers is enough to have you lifting your hips like so…"

he gently pinches your clit; as if on cue, your hips shakily arch off the mattress. he finally glances up at you, mouth twisting into that signature arrogant grin. "right on the mark, as always."

"shut up," you huff through labored breaths as he starts rubbing slow, tight circles, "cocky bastard."

"ja. i am." he doesn't even try to disagree. his gaze drops back down to your pussy. he's only been playing with your clit, but your walls are already clenching; already anticipating the intrusion of his fingers. and of course marius notices– he brings his free hand up to thumb one of your lips aside. a fat, clear drop of slick rolls from the slight gape of your folds, then down your inner thigh. he chuckles.

"sehr nass," he praises, "there are two small glands inside the vagina that are responsible for moisture during arousal. they are called the bartholin glands. and judging by the amount your cute little cunt is dripping all over my fingers, yours must be very, very happy to see me."

"mm…" now you don't even try to disagree. "stop teasing."

"what? you no longer like hearing me ramble? i'm hurt."

"you know that's not what i meant."

"very well," he feigns a long-suffering sigh, "i will give my insatiable spatzi what they need."

and of course, in true marius fashion, he doesn't. not right away. instead, he takes the time to trace the seam of your pussy; going from just below the clit, then all the way down to your perineum. then he dips his fingertips in ever so slightly, petting along your outer folds and just barely teasing your opening. you'd think he was conducting a medical examination, but that blown-out, dilated look in his eyes and the insistent circling of his thumb over your clit are anything but professional.

"ah… schön. just gorgeous." he breathes. "tell me, has anyone else ever seen how arrestingly beautiful you are down here?"

you cut your gaze off to the side. his eyes don't follow, they're too fixated on the slight, instinctive clench of your opening. "maybe," you mutter, "never told me, though."

"oh?" you're not looking, but you can practically hear the smirk in his voice. "no matter. i'll learn your body much better than anyone else ever can."

without any further preamble, marius finally sheathes a single finger inside you. he goes slow– almost as if ensuring you feel every single knuckle– until you finally take him down to the root. for a few seconds, he doesn't move, just stills his body as you instinctively clench around his finger. then, coaxingly, he curls it; fingertip dragging along your tender, pliant walls. he hums in approval, keeping a snail's pace despite your rapidly mounting impatience.

"ah, you're loosening around me. sehr gut. you are so soft, you know? and so very wet. you are practically dripping down my wrist. have you ever been this wet before, spatzi? have your past lovers ever treated this cunt so sweetly? i doubt it." he brags. "not even a minute, and you are already sucking my finger in... what a good little cunt, so easy to sink into. mm, perhaps another finger would be…"

he doesn't even finish his ruminations before making good on his word, slipping in another digit. you hiss, knot fraying even tighter in your gut. with the curling of his fingers comes the usual discomfort of the stretch, only to subside and be replaced with a languid, melting pleasure. that slow burn is stoked into a stronger fire, however, when his thumb finds your clit again; flicking at a faster pace as opposed to his earlier teasing ministrations.

"fuck, marius–"

"too much?" he hums, his smile infuriatingly calm despite the rapid movement of his hand. "do you need to bow out? that's okay, i can take it slow, ja? take it at a pace you can handle better…"

"don't you dare."

"ah, ah, ah. you are in no position to make demands. if you ask sweetly… i will consider it."

you whine, and it's not only from the insistent curl of his fingers inside you. "god, you're so–!"

"i know." he punishes you with a sudden pinch of your clit– tearing a yelp from you– but even that little shock of pain is much better than the withdrawal he's threatening you with. "come on, spatzi. it would be unfair to reward rude behavior, ja? i can't make you come if you don't deserve–"

"please!" you cut him off with a breathless cry after another pinch to your clit, back arching off the bed. "please, marius, please! need– fuck– need this, need you–!"

his lazy grin sharpens into something predatory, flashing pearly white canines. "aw… you should've said so sooner," he coos, "mein armer spatzi."

the laugh that follows is nearly akin to the warning toll of a bell. you're hardly given any room to process– not that your hazy, fucked-out mind has the capacity to, anyway– before his fingers dive in deep; curling up tight and bullying against your most sensitive spots. his thumb moves in tandem with his digits, passing over your clit at an impossibly fast pace. you're very familiar with how good marius is with his hands. you've heard of his prowess with mechanics, have seen him work on aircrafts and explosives and every other militaristic gadget under the sun. and god knows he's demonstrated that prowess on your body countless times now. this time, though…

you think– just barely– that this must be how it feels to be truly taken apart by him.

as if you're nothing more than another piece of machinery he's learning to dissect.

he doesn't let up at all, even when your cries veer up so high, you almost sound like you're hurt. his fingers stir up wet, sloppy noises that echo off the walls, enough to alert anyone who's unlucky enough to be eavesdropping on his dorm. but he pays no mind, eyes solely fixed on your teary, ruddy face. his smile's gone and his usual chatter's died down, replaced with that stony– almost blank– trance he drifts into whenever he's engrossed in a project.

he doesn't even bother to glance down at the mess you're making of his sheets. "komm schon," he commands quietly, "hurry and give it to me. you know you want to."

in the end, you can't tell what finally has you spilling over his knuckles and dripping all the way down his wrist. it could've been the relentless passes of his thumb on your clit. or the insistent angling of his fingertips at your g-spot. or the authority laced in his tone, so very certain even without his usual arrogance. whatever it was, it forces you to take a minute or two to catch your breath– vision blown out in filmy white.

when you finally stir into consciousness again, he's beaming again.

"your best one yet, spatzi. i have never seen anything as amazing as that– not even a fighter jet taking flight for the first time could compare, though it would be a close second. or no, third, right after the last big orgasm i gave you. or perhaps–" he raves on, though his words barely register– "ah, it doesn't matter. i have plenty of time to consider the rankings later. but just know this: your body? amazing! if there was a god, you'd undeniably be his magnum opus. if i was able to undo you with just a hand, i can't wait to see what i can do with my–"

you simply opt to shut him up with an ironically chaste kiss.

"hey, ace pilot." you mumble. "think this 'magnum opus' needs a nap or two."

"oh, naturally. i did fuck the energy out of you, didn't i?" he laughs and you muster enough energy to roll your eyes. "but not now. sleeping on soiled sheets is simply unacceptable, and you know you must always empty your bladder after sex to expel any germs. failing to do so will result in a UTI– wait, spatzi, don't fall asleep on me now, we still need to get you cleaned up–"

you don't listen; you doze off to the sound of his voice. you'll let him deal with it later.

(and to his credit, you wake up perfectly clean and dressed in one of his spare shirts and a pair of his boxers. marius streicher is, after all, nothing less than meticulous.)

[chilewithcarnage]

Actor Emanuele Vaccarini in Roman gladiator attire, 2019.

[koshirubies]

the spetsnaz and pet names…

cw nothing much lol just what it says on the tin. a short and sweet post while i work on one of the requests in my drafts :-)

glaz is pretty traditional about pet names.

timur's the type of guy to refer to his partner by name more often as opposed to a term of endearment, but he's not above dropping a few pet names here and there. his pet names are pretty occasional– he thinks referring to his partner by name is far more intimate in a sense, and he's not fond of how corny pet names can be (especially modern ones). he does, however, like classic terms of endearment (if it ain't broke, don't fix it). so, think "dear" or "love".

except they'll be in russian, because of course they are. while timur isn't much for poetry as he is for visual art, he does have to admit that he thinks everything sounds more heartfelt in russian. on that, if there is a russian equivalent to your name, he'll also refer to you by the given diminutive (i.e "masha" for mary or maria).

on your end, he'd much rather hear his name or his own diminutive, "tima", but he wouldn't be opposed to classic pet names. he'd honestly be touched if you called him "dear" or "darling" or anything similar. he would, however, cringe over really corny ones like "honeybun", "snookums", "babycakes"… you get the picture. he won't outright stop you, but he will tell you to keep it private. he doesn't need his comrades calling him that too– god, he can hear it in alexsandr's voice already.

pet names he'd use: милая (milaya/darling), родно́й (rodnaya) or дорога́я (dorogaya) – both are words for "dear", but it depends on how strongly he feels about you (the former is deeper, the latter is a more common term).

fuze isn't that huge on pet names.

shuhrat isn't that fond of pet names (or nicknames in general), deeming them far too corny. he's the most apathetic about them out of everyone in the spetsnaz, even– shuhrat can be pretty serious to the point of coming off as cold (which ultimately also had a hand in the dissolution of his engagement, but that's neither here nor there). he's generally just not the most affectionate man out there.

that being said, like timur, shuhrat is surprisingly sentimental about names. he's used to being referred to and known by either his callsign or his surname; his first name isn't just a name– it represents the identity he compartmentalizes away from work. anyone who's on a first-name basis with shuhrat is special to him in some way, so he'd apply that same logic to you. he'll never admit it, but it warms his heart to hear you pronounce his name, especially if you don't share his language(s). so he doesn't like pet names for himself– only his name (maybe a diminutive in private).

of course, he'll cave every now and then if terms of endearment make you that happy. he'll incorporate it into his uzbek language learning; his tentative favorites can come off as morbid but are overall very, very meaningful, so he'll only pull them out if he's deeply serious about you.

pet names he'd use: умница (umnitsa/"clever one"), more of an affectionately sarcastic one if anything; will occasionally pull this out to "praise" you if you are interested in his work in any way (like watching him tinker in his workshop). yurak (heart), ko'z (eyes), and jigar (liver)– he always gets a little embarrassed whenever he uses them; he's not used to expressing such deep devotion.

kapkan surprisingly enjoys pet names.

alright. just hear me out. remember when he called emil a "pup"? i know he meant that condescendingly, but i think it's in his general nature to be a little patronizing, especially given his seniority over a lot of the other ops. naturally, it extends to you.

in line with his hunter theme– and, again, alluding to emil– he'd favor animal-themed pet names. he'd occasionally refer to some of the younger, more inexperienced ops as "pups". grace and julien are one of the most frequent victims of this, though after what happened with deimos, maxim has since let up on the latter a little. he also used to call lera a "pup", but after she broke his nose, took to referring to her by callsign in grudging respect.

the names he'd call you would really depend on your personality. an energetic thorn in his side? pup. aloof and demanding with your affection? kitty cat. shy and a touch naïve? bunny rabbit. and so on. the names would start out as his sarcastic, patronizing little observations on you, only for his tone to gradually deepen in warmth and affection the more he's serious about you.

the only people maxim consistently refers to by name are his spetsnaz comrades; on the rare occasions he's feeling particularly affectionate, he'll even refer to them by diminutive. "sasha" or "sanya" for alexsandr, "tima" for timur, perhaps "shuh" for shuhrat. he doesn't do it intentionally like shuhrat does, but to refer to someone by first name is a true sign of intimacy for him. so when you're both truly locked in? he doesn't let the pet names go, but he would find himself calling you by name more often. he'll even refer to you by a diminutive just like he does with his friends, but only in private– that kind of nickname is the deepest form of intimacy for him.

that being said, he's kind of a hypocrite. like shuhrat, he doesn't really like pet names for himself, so just call him "maxim"; perhaps "maximka" in private or among the spetsnaz. he'll begrudgingly allow "maximochka" if you're feeling extra sweet, but he'll quickly shut that shit down if you let it slip to anyone outside your shared immediate circle.

pet names he'd use: зайчик (zaychik/bunny), котёнок (kotenok/kitten), собачка (sobachka/doggy), ласточка (lastachka/swallow), мышонок (myshónak/mousy)… you get the picture.

tachanka loves pet names.

oh, this man. he lobs terms of endearment around so easily, it's almost as if corniness is his second language. and honestly, it is. it's not as if he makes a conscious effort to be sappy– his boisterousness just inevitably transfers into his affection too, which he's absolutely brimming with. he'll loudly (and proudly) refer to fellow ops as "brothers and sisters in arms" just as often as he would use their callsigns. it doesn't matter how long he's known you; fresh recruit or a fellow veteran, as long as you're working with him, you are his comrade.

like maxim ("maximka"), alexsandr refers to the rest of the spetsnaz (and lera, who's "lerochka") by diminutives. to their shared chagrin, however, he insists on them even in public; almost as if he's a father trying to embarrass his children. and speaking of which, his actual children are probably who sparked his penchant for nicknames in the first place. he's the type of father to baby talk his kids with childish nicknames; partially because he deeply misses them, and partially because he feels guilty for not being present as much as he wants to be. it's not as if he smothers them– quite the opposite– but he tends to drown them in affection to make up for lost time.

he likes all kinds of nicknames, but he surprisingly favors cutesy ones the most. again, influenced by his children. it's either pet names like "little bee" or "sunshine" or very affectionate variants of russian diminutives (i.e "maximochka", much to maxim's horror).

oh, he loves pet names for himself, too. like come on, he's canonically the type to get a tattoo of his partner's name, so a sappy pet name is small beans compared to that. don't be shy! bring on your corniest ones, even– he'll absolutely own it. "teddy bear"? hell yeah. "my big strong man"? you're goddamn right! but you know his absolute favorite? папочка. i won't translate it– if you know, you know.

pet names he'd use: пчелка (pchelka/little bee), лапочка (lapachka/little paw), солнышко (sólnyshka/sunshine), ягодка (yagatka/little berry)

finka treats pet names like a competition.

out of everyone in the spetsnaz, she's honestly the most normal about pet names. she's not as gung-ho as alexsandr is, but she's not as much of a stick in the ass as maxim or shuhrat either. she's also not as concerned with discretion as timur is. while she mostly goes for first-name basis with friends, she'll occasionally drop nicknames here and there; olivier, for example, is "oli". elias is "el" or "eli". meghan is "meg". gustave is "gus". strangely enough, unlike her spetsnaz comrades, lera's more likely to use more "western" nicknames instead of russian diminutives– likely a habit picked up from her friends in the other units, as opposed to the spetsnaz men who tend to stick to their roots.

so of course, the same would apply to you. she'd refer to you by a similar nickname or other affectionate terms like "my friend". this is often accompanied with an equally affectionate gesture, like a hand on the shoulder (or the head, if you're shorter than her). when she realizes she has feelings for you, she'll simply amp up her friendliness and throw in sappier nicknames. think something like "baby" or "cutie" or "sweetie". she'll be so insistent with the names that sometimes, the other operatives think you two are already dating (not that she minds).

loves being on the receiving end too! she'll take it as the green light to really up her game. she even likes "cringy" pet names, they make her laugh. but her favorites are the simple kinds– maybe "lee" for "lera"; maybe "babe" or "sweetheart". she'll also be thrilled with nicknames from your native language. if you really want to impress her though, try russian pet names. it's not that she has an inherent preference for russian like the other spetsnaz operatives; it's moreso about the effort you put in. she specifically has a weakness for the term "лисичка" (little fox), as people would often refer to her by that due to her red hair.

ironically, when you guys do get together, she's a little more shy and reserved about pet names. not to the point of completely eschewing them– she'll still love teasing you with new terms of endearment– but like, it's different when she's serious about you, you know? she's used to not letting people in because of her illness, so even simple acts of tenderness– that aren't couched in the guise of jokes or flirtatious teasing– are luxuries. the flirting is fun, but what really does her in is genuine, open affection.

pet names she'd use: пупсик (púpsik/cutie), малыш/малышка (malýsh/malýshka/baby), бусинка (búsinka/little bead), кошечка (koscheka/kitten), жизнь моя (zhizn moya/my life), only when she's truly serious about you.