#kapkan x reader

[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]

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.

[ufostaysfalling]

Bare fucking bones out here

Where the fuck is everyone??

[omen-kissur]

Holy shit r6s is dead dead. Have some food?? Spetsnaz gaming (or attempting to)- 

Timur would be the most likely to indulge in video games every now and then. He’d play anything, but he prefers story-based single player games with a slower pace. He avoids FPS games, not only because he does plenty of shooting irl but also because he finds them ridiculously inaccurate or the mechanics and graphics nauseating. If there’s anything with character creation he’s (of course) extremely good at recreating people in them. Usually either makes himself or his s/o. 

Maxim could absolutely be made into a gamer if he had less self control and more free time. Doomscrolling is unfortunately a hobby of his, though he tries to break the habit. Give him a console? He’d be more up for that. Maxim isn’t unaware of the benefits of gaming. Hand-eye coordination, quick thinking, problem solving, blah blah….just admit you’re having fun, dude. 

I think he would enjoy shooters, thrillers, and the more well done horror games. Perhaps even Asassins Creed, though he’d poke fun at the ridiculous climbing mechanics. He CANNOT play anything where he’s paired with randoms in a team setting, though. He gets so incredibly pissed off. 

Shuhrat is one of those people who thinks gaming is stupid, and then becomes addicted when he actually tries it. Seriously, a million other things to do in the world and you want to sit in front of a screen? And then you introduce him to  something like Oblivion where it’s a great story and also incredibly fucking stupid gameplay and he’s mesmerized. Makes an absolute abomination of a character (like the lord intended) and goes on a crime spree. Accidentally never finishes the quest so Martin Septim is still following him around lmaoao.

Alexsandr is one of those stereotypical old dudes that lose all intelligence when put in front of technology (i’m so sorry). Like, he CAN operate his phone and whatever tech Rainbow has obviously, but gets so completely lost when it comes to games. Too many buttons, too much going on. It’s like learning a new job.  Also that man’s hands are HUGE. Brother presses the wrong buttons on accident simply because the controller is child sized compared to him. But! He enjoys watching. Prefers it, actually, because then he can playfully critique and make fun of your shit playing as if he could do better himself. And sometimes, admittedly, the gameplay or storyline is genuinely interesting. 

[harthazard]

Homie Hopper! Reader

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

But for some reason..

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

————-

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

[slamsuckingslut]

r6 spetsnaz head canons (SLIGHT NSFW)

my 4 favorite beefy Russian men... Just little head canons i have about how they look (for tachanka and kapkan mainly, but glaz and fuze included anyway)

CREDIT TO ALL ARTISTS WHOS ART I HAVE USED IN THIS !!

TACHANKA / ALEXSANDR SENAVIEV

He most likely has graying hair, being in his 50s I believe?? Late 40s to early 50s, this man is graying, he's been through a divorce and has like 3 kids i think. His hair is a dark brown/black with gray streaks and roots, his eyebrows having already grayed with bits of black in them still. Very salt and peppered. He definitely isn't all muscle anymore in his older age, having a bit of pudge around his stomach, hips, chest and arms. Pretty much a super fucking muscular dad bod but better cause its our lord. He might have a few stretch marks hidden in the scars from battle on his body, but isn't ashamed if you point them out. I don't see him as the type to have a beard, maybe a mustache if you think about it too hard, but I'd guess clean cut just very stubbly. but LAWD he is most definitely hairy as hell everywhere else if we ignore the animation for his elite skin and how oiled up he looks... hnnggg.... BUT he most def has very hairy legs, some chest hair but not much, gotta show off the tats, and a happy trial. He is most def packing a monster and keeps his pubes slightly trimmed, just enough to be bearable, he's getting older, he cant be bothered to be as smooth shaven as when he was young.

10/10 would chew on him like a teething toy.

KAPKAN / MAXIM BUSADA

love of my life, apple of my eye, can do no wrong, babygirl... Okay so, he's in his late 30s, not so much graying yet but def getting there. He's got dark roots and light brown ends, most likely no beard just very long stubble. 5 o'clock shadow king. He's still quite fit, not as much squish as tachanka but most def still a bit squishable. he might have slight stretch marks around his arms or thighs. HE ALSO IS SO HAIRY. Literal Russian bear, okay?? This man is a hunter, he def stays hairy because quote, "A true hunter can be an animal himself." or some mystical quote about being a true hunter like that. But he's got hairy arms and legs, chest hair and a thick happy trail leading down to barely even trimmed pubes and again an absolute monster schlong. he seems like the type to go all natural with his shaving habits, only trimming it a bit if you ask. He most definitely has lots of scars around his body, and isn't afraid to tell you about them whenever you ask.

11/10, would put him in a jar and shake it around like he was a little bug.

GLAZ / TIMUR GLAZKOV

He's 30, and DAYUM does he look good.. his hair is black, you can tell that be looking at the obvious beard thing he's got. He doesn't seem like he'd be very hairy, being i think the youngest of the 4, he stays pretty clean shaven besides the beard. Not much body hair besides legs, arms, and a thin happy trail leading down to a medium monster and very well trimmed pubes. they aren't completely shaven, but are very short. He seems like he is mostly made of lean muscle, so he isn't the squishiest but is still very soft. I don't think he's really started to get stretch marks yet, but definitely has loads of scars, considers his body a canvas and the scars the art on it that tell the story, and of those stories he will only share a few with you if you ask cause most of them he doesn't really remember how he got either. Considering he's an artist, I like to think that he'll just have mystery stains on him. Like dude, why are your fingers lime green today?? He doesn't know either, he was just simply painting.

10/10, would tape a picture of him to my pillow and hump it. (only jk guys i swear...)

FUZE / SHUHRAT KESSIKBAYEV

My favorite partially mute, weirdly closed off, awkward and most likely autistic bbg. Based off the skin where you can see his face, he is clean shaven but is another 5 o'clock shadow KING. I think he'd either have very light brown hair, or black hair, no in between. He's in his early 30s but is most def getting squishy like tachanka already. he is a big boy guys. He doesn't have the dad bod type squish like tachanka does, maybe more like a bit of a tummy and THICCCKKKKK thighs and bulky arms. He has a few stretch marks, hates them, and also hates most of the scars he has. To him, they are only a reminder that his job involves a lot of pain, some of it permanant.. *cough cough* accidentally cluster charging that hostage *cough cough*.. but he wouldn't mind telling you about a few if you were close enough with him and asked nicely (bribed him while he was drunk). Considering his face is pretty clean shaven, he probably doesn't have much body hair but definitely enough. Hairy legs, arms, a little bit of chest hair and a somewhat thick hair but thin shaped happy trail leading down to a medium but THICK LIKE THE REST OF HIM monster and an absolute mess of pubes. He seems like a lonely man, he's got no real reason to shave em, so why should he?

12/10, is autistic like me, we would go nonverbal together and do some wicked shit like have a staring contest.

[masked-men-fantasy]

Ask about their manhood size Headcanon (Rainbow Six Siege)

Headcanon for my beloved masked men from Rainbow Six Siege. What have they got for us?

NSFW Content. MDNI.

Tachanka

"You know I always come with my LMG, right? One thing you don't realize is that I do not have just one LMG with me." He said it with a heavy Russian accent.

And by LMG, he really meant it, not just metaphorically.

Probably because of his genetics, Mother Russia does give him a satisfactory size of 8 inches in length with a 5 inch girth. The tips or his cock slightly bloomed, with some pre-cum oozed out.

You know that it is definitely huge when you find him naked, and his shaft does not look small, despite the fact that his body is already crazy muscular.

"What, моя принцесса (my princess)? Like what you see down there?" Although he still wears his balaclava, his eyes do tell that he smirked at you playfully while he said that.

Kapkan

"Hunters never let their prey know any information about them," Kapkan said while his cold eyes met yours. "If you want to know, you must step into the lair first."

By lair, he means his own bedroom.

You know he can be edgy, but you are not ready for such a level. You don't hate that, though. In fact, it is what makes you like him.

He will sit at the edge of the bed, tie both of your hands behind your back, and blindfold you. Then let you do your work while he opens his legs.

His hand grips your head and pushes your face to his crotch. You can feel his hardness on the thin fabric. After you let your lips guide through, Kapkan should have at least 6 inches of length.

Unfortunately, your brain cannot process anything further. The scent of his manhood is so intoxicating. It is not a bad or musky smell, but it is a unique scent that works so well, just like aphrodisiac.

Let curiosity aside for now, and let nature's instincts guide your body to please this hunter in front of you.

Deimos

To be surprised, the old Rainbow protocol required keeping very detailed medical information. This, of course, included Gerald's penis size.

Nothing special—7 inches long with a little curve up.

"Now that you know my secret, you need to die." Deimos just appeared behind your back, whispering with his strong voice. And with that tone, he must really mean it.

You begged for your life and promised that you would destroy the remaining documents for him.

"But you still know about me." He said while stroking his chin and looking at you, "I guess I have to destroy you, too."

Oh

Oh...

Yes, yes, please destroy the hell out of me.

[itsohh]

Proposing with the Spetsnaz’s

A/N: R6S is in a bad spot rn but at least the ops are still hot. Big thanks to my lovely beta lululandd who I would die for.

Warnings: None

Glaz

There was an anxious shift in your mind. One that had been like that the entire time you sat there. You were almost completely alone, the night sky shining a million diamonds above while you had curled up by the window. There was a little window seat that you always loved to read at, it was a peaceful little spot in your lover's apartment. What was different about this time was the fact that he sat parallel to you. 

In front of him was a large canvas, one he had been working on for hours on end. It made you so anxious about your movements, so scared that you would interrupt and change his view if you moved. At first, when he brought it out, you had gone to move but he had insisted on you staying there. He’d even brought you a warm drink to coax you to stay there- even a blanket. 

“Relax, if you were in my way I would have asked you to move two hours ago.” He placed down the brush and put it to the side. He stepped back, let out a breath and nodded. “But, doesn’t matter now. I’ve finished.”

“You’ve finished?” You cocked a brow, he was never usually that quick at painting and you couldn’t imagine a canvas that big would only take a few hours. His eyes flicked up with a smile and nodded.

“Ah, I’ve been working on it for a while now but finally got around to finishing it tonight.” There was a look in his eyes, one that you couldn’t quite place. Was there something off? Yet, he didn’t seem upset in any way. “Would you like to see?” At his question, you nodded and closed your book. You placed it to the side and sat up. Timur turned the stand around and the painting with it.

Your lips parted as you saw the entirety of the picture. It was far more zoomed out than you had originally thought. Instead of just the sky and buildings nearby, it was the direct view from where he stood. A frame of where you sat. Your head was turned towards the sky, while your book was open in your hands. The blanket covered your curled legs. “Timur…” Your breath hitched as you saw the night sky in the painting, it wasn’t the same as you spied outside. Instead, the stars spelt out ‘Marry me?’ Your head looked up and you made eye contact with you. “Do you mean it?”

“I wouldn’t have spent all this time painting it if I didn’t.” 

The blanket fell to the ground and you leapt to your feet. It took you a couple of seconds to get around the canvas but you stretched your arms out around him with a laugh and a smile. 

“Yes, Timur. Yes.” You pressed your hands against his face and leaned into him. The kiss you gave him was sweet. It was long and slow and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you and pull you into his lap. When the pair of you parted it was only barely, you couldn’t contain the grin that consumed your entire face. 

“I didn’t even show you the ring.” He breathed while your forehead pressed against his.

“I didn’t need to see it to know my answer.”

Fuze

Light from the projected screen illuminated the room. You were rather cozied up next to Shuhrat, it wasn’t too often that the pair of you could go to the theatre without someone else joining you. How he had managed to pull it off remained unknown but you didn’t bother to ask into it. Sometimes things were better left unknown. In all honesty, you hadn’t been paying too much attention to the film. Instead, you were focused on the way you were snuggled against Shuhrat's arm. His hand had made its home on your knee where his thumb gently stroked. A blanket covered the pair of you while the movie continued all around you. 

“This movie is bad,” Shuhrat mumbled and you couldn’t help but laugh at his monotone voice. 

“You picked it.” You pointed out and his eyes turned to focus on you.

“I picked poorly.”

“Ah, not all of them can be winners. We can turn it off and put something else on if you like.”

“I don’t want to ruin you watching it.”

“I’m not gonna lie Shuhrat, I zoned out like half an hour ago.” He raised a brow at you and you shrugged. “I just like chilling with you. We’ll be back in the field tomorrow and it’s nice to have a calm before the storm.”

“You don’t like the storm?”

“Not recently with how many people we have lost to it recently.” You glanced away for a second. “She can be a cruel mistress but I don’t think I would trade it for the world. This is my place in the world and I’m happy with that. I think one day the storm will take me too but that's just part of life.” 

Shuhrat stared at you and you couldn’t help the heat that formed on your face. You cleared your throat and unlatched from his arm. “Sorry, didn’t mean to get so morbid.”

“I have to ask you something.” His words demanded your attention and you turned to face him.

“What's up?”

“After last time I wasn’t sure I would ever want to ask this again but after some careful consideration, I think I am. You're by my side day after day, night after night and I want you covering my back for as long as you can.” His other hand escaped the blanket and you could see the small box in it that he opened with his thumb. There sat an engraved platinum ring. It didn’t have any rocks on it and was rather minimalistic, perfect for everyday use in your line of work. “Will you marry me?” He looked at you for your reaction. 

You covered your mouth with your hand. The car explosion on the projector went unnoticed as you silently nodded towards you. 

“I mean we already moved in together and everything I just thought you never wanted to actually like… get married.” You whispered. 

“I didn’t, not for a long time.”

“What changed your mind?” 

Shuhrat looked away from you at the question and you tilted your head to get a better look at him. “Something Timur said to me.”

“Timur? What did he say?”

“We were watching you take down Alexsandr and he said to me, ‘It seems fate really did have things in store for you when you broke off your engagement. I’m glad that you managed to find your one. Especially someone able to keep Alexsandr on his feet. Or the floor I suppose.’ He was right and I didn’t want to squander that.” He picked the ring from the box, took your hand from your face and slowly slipped the ring on. There was a warm smile on your face that was so extremely rare to see. Shuhrat brought your hand to his face and gently kissed just below the ring. 

Kapkan

Sleep had long since taken control of you. It wasn't your fault though, it had been a long day and an even longer drive. With the music at a low level and a comfortable silence between the pair of you, it was rather easy to slip into your dozed form. 

Maxim hadn't bothered to wake you, there was no reason to. Besides, he did like that relaxed face that spread across your face. It wasn't until he parked the car at the cabin and got settled did he go to disturb you. His attempt to pick you up without disrupting or waking you failed and soon you stirred from your sleep in his arms. 

He had made sure to open the door before he picked you up so it was easy for him to carry you. A yawn left your lips and you blinked away. "Go back to sleep. I'll look after you." 

You pressed your face into his chest slightly. "We're here?"

"Yeah, don't worry I'll sort everything out." 

"Mmm, you’re too nice to me." That had him chuckle slightly. It wasn't very often he was called nice. 

"I look after my own."

"Is that what I am?" 

"Hmm?"

"I'm yours?" You asked and he cocked a brow. 

"I had assumed so considering the nature of our relationship was I wrong?" He already knew the answer and exactly how you felt but humored your question regardless. You had piqued his interest. 

"Make it offical then. In writing."

"In writing?" 

You pressed your lips together and cleared your throat slightly. "I am formally asking you, Maxim Basuda, if you would like to marry me." Your voice had a slight joking tone. A performance tone. He chuckled and placed you on your side of the bed that he had already prepared before he got you. 

"I'm serious. I wanna get hitched. I don't really care too much about how we do it or where really. Fuck it we could get eloped if you wanna. But I wanna marry you, Maxim. Really badly." 

He stared down at you and then sat on the bed next to you. "How long have you thought about this?"

"A while, I've been waiting for you to ask for ages and finally got sick of waiting. Thought I'd bite the bullet and just ask, it wasn't hard to when I got to wake in your arms ." 

He turned away with a tsk. The man seemed a little amused but annoyed. "I've been trying to decide on a ring for a while now." He pulled out a box from the inside of his jacket and snapped it on the table next to you. "Everyone has ideas. Personally, rings don't matter that much to me but I can't deny I like having a piece of me with you." You picked up the box and flicked it open where inside was a  basic ring. It didn't have any customisation to it, completely uniform. It was rather dark and caught the small amount of light that streamed into the room from the hallway. 

"Jordan suggested it. It's tungsten. I was planning to ask you sometime during this trip but you beat me to it."

You twirled the metal ring on your finger. "You went around asking everyone?"

"First it started with Alexsandr considering he's been married before then it grew from there. It was quite interesting to see the way that they talked. A lot of them said what they would want and then there were a few debates on what you would like."

"How did you decide?"

"Jordan discussed the properties of the metal. I wanted something that would remind you of me."

"...Something that shatters under a lot of pressure? One of the hardest things out there?"

"I was going for practice." He gave you a playful glare and you slipped it on with a grin. "If you don't like it I can-"

"No! It's mine." You clutched your hand to your chest for a second and leaned towards him. "And so are you."

Tachanka

The wind whipped past your face as you sprinted. Gunfire continued all around you. What seemed like a marathon was only about twenty meters, maybe thirty. “Hey come on, don’t tell me you're tapping out this early.” Your voice was a jest, a concerned but lighthearted smile on your face as you helped him up off the ground. The metal table acted as perfect cover while he shook off the bullets to his plate. 

“Take a little more than that to keep me down.” He smiled with a groan and rolled his shoulders. You heard a decent popping crack from one and couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips. He raised a brow and gathered his gun where he reloaded the mag. 

“Good, cooking duty wouldn’t be the same without you.” You peaked up from the table and your eyes went to the grenade that dropped just in front of it. Alexsandr started to rise and follow your lead just in time for you to snatch the strap on the front of his armor. His body moved with yours as you dived back down and dragged him along with you. “‘Nade!” The explosion went off only a second later and his eyes locked with yours. The pair of you stayed frozen, panting slightly. 

“Marry me.”

“What?” Your mind restarted at the words and he smirked.

“You hear me, I died once, it would be a tragedy to die again knowing I didn’t marry you so-” He placed his dirty hand against your face. “-Marry me.”

“You thought now, of all times, would be a good time to ask? Alex we are in a gunfight.”

“You don’t want to get married?”

“I…I do, of course I do… Fuck, I’m going to marry you and then kill you for asking right now I swear to god.” 

His face stretched out into a massive grin and he got off you and peaked the table. Alex turned back to face you as you got off the ground. Without hesitation, you felt his lips against yours. It was only for the quickest of seconds but it was enough for you to blink a few times and stutter to his booming laugh, only covered by the sound of gunfire.

“It would be worth it!”