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blingblong55 · 6 months

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...Ready for it? -Vladimir Makarov NSFW

Based on a request:

The lack of Makarov content here is killing me, I was wondering on a enemies to friends with benifits type thing with Makarov (he would be in a absolute denial that he even develop feelings for someone especially if it's his own enemy) --- F!Reader, dark romance, enemies to friends with benefits, smut, 18+, P-in-V, unprotected!sex, some fluff, knife!play, blood!play, MDNI ----

A/N: dear anon, its okay to love villains...they are hot either ways

Sworn enemies, forever to wish death upon the other. Unsuspecting eyes and hearts. Your gun, blazing as it hits his plate, "Fucking bitch," he calls out. You chuckle and shoot at him again, better luck next time, you wish to say. One goal: to dominate the underworld of evil. This is what life was like between you and him. Konni Group and the enemy, Kasper Team. Turn the light on and it's the same kind of killer on both sides, commanded by two fucking masterminds. The devil whispered his wishes to Vladimir, whilst Satan herself moaned the desires into your ear. Hate, absolute fucking hate is what you and he had for each other.

He did some bad things in his life and fucking around with the mistress of evil you had become was the worst thing he did. A dagger, the same one that carved your name, is now in his hands as he makes his dogs sniff out your hideout. You teased him with every glance, you can never catch me, is all your eyes gave out. And oh boy was he after you like a hound. At every corner, his eyes looked for the silhouette of you. The curves and that evil grin you gave him. Lips he wanted to hear him beg for their life.

It was June when you visited Poland for some hacker you sought after. That hacker belonged to him. In a world of evil, you always need some shit nerd to do your job. He sat on the desk, waited and waited until you walked in. Posing as the hacker was one thing but to have you in that room, alone was another. Dangerous, your glare on him said. "So, are you in?" You asked the 'hacker' but the one who turns to answer holds a gun. "Ask again, doll," he chuckles deeply and you shake your head. "Un-fucking-believable." Once he was in front of you, his hand went to your waist, "what's the matter? Don't want to dance with the devil?" His gaze teased yours this time.

"Don't you fucking start, Vladimir-" and in that instant, he began the game of cat and mouse by kissing your lips to keep you quiet. Once he pulled away, he laughed knowing that for the first time, he kept your pretty mouth shut. "Now listen to me, you may think you are a step or four ahead of me but doll, you are playing with the wrong darkness," his hands grip your face now. "What do you want?" you bite. "The missiles and the codes for the safe houses," he responds. You try and look away but his grip is stronger. "Don't you fucking look away from me!" he barks. Then he feels it, the gun pressed to his crotch.

"Don't you know you are playing with dangerous game here?" the gun pressed harder to him. "You think you can scare me? Darling a girl like you is a mere speed bump for me," his face and yours closer. "A dog like you is another bag of bones for me," your finger closer to the trigger. "They are here," one of his men informs. That stupid fucking task force. "Ivan, entertain them for me," he commands. From a distance, guns and screams can be heard. "Can't fight them off yourself?" you tease him. "Darling I would, but you are one messy girl who needs to be taken care of first."

"Let's make a deal, you give me 141's files and I give you three missiles." you write the demise. "Add a code to it and we have a deal. and what's with you and those men?" You nod in agreement, your gun back to its safe place. "Let's just say they are playing in the wrong backyard." He then nods and hands you a piece of paper, "Why don't we end them together, maybe then you'll be my only headache." You grin, "I want to be your migraine," your lips close to his and before he even dares to lean in, you walk away. "I expect those files, Makarov." You place your mask on and your men escort you. "Better stick to your end," he calls out.

Once back at your headquarters, you look at the piece of paper he handed you. "Let's call a truce for now. Let the games begin." A smirk on you. 141, codes and missiles, a game for demons to play with. Days pass the truce is set. He walks into your base, then he greets you. "R/N," his hand holding yours as he kisses it. "Never took you for the gentleman type," you comment. "You're in for a treat, doll," he walks past you like he knows the base. "Office, no?" You nod and walk alongside him. No one to bother you for hours as he and you talked about ways to end all targets and focus on who was more evil.

Curtains closed as you and him created poison for all mutual enemies. Maps, plans and bullets are all that are displayed on a desk. "Be smart, don't play just because you want to. If you need them to be killed, take the first target," he places a bullet down on the map, "here...and once you do, all else will be easy to kill," he instructs. "Then make sure Chimera is isolated and bring some of KorTac, that should keep them entertained," you draw the names with a red pen. "We make a good team, R/N," he smiles. "Focus," you say and look at him.

Near night, his men drove you and him to a hotel, to not stay there for a warm rest but to look for potential hideouts for the upcoming war. As he and you constructed what was known as Operation Cleanstreak, he observed you in a different light. You and him, both under tension when his hand slides to your waist. "Don't. Do. That." your voice was stern. "C'mon, we both need it, and I sure want it," his lips brushed your neck. "Be a good girl and kiss me, yes?" You back away and chuckle, "Horny so soon, tsk tsk tsk," you shake your head and cup his face. "Listen to me here, I am not going to get caught fucking you," and just before you were going to tease him, he gives you puppy eyes that gaze from your lips to your hot fucking stare. "Fuck it," he whispers and kisses you deeply, his tongue slipping into yours. He needed a taste of your poison, kill him with it because he would be addicted by the end.

He pulls away, catching his breath and before he looks away, he finds that his addiction to the kiss spreads like a disease because in an instant, he gets pulled back and you kiss him. "Thought you were a gentleman?" you say between kisses. "Oh, you are in deep," he pushes you to the bed, his blade close to your jeans. "Be a good girl and let all know tonight I claim this pussy," his blade cuts your clothes open and he gets down, kissing your inner thighs and nibbling on them. Some of your blood drips out, he looks at you, "Ooh, did my princess get cut?" he gives you a playful pout and licks the blood off. A groan from his lips falls out when he tastes it. "Sweet divine," he whispers and sucks on the cut. Your blood still dripping out as he spells his name with it on your chest and when it doesn't all fit how he wants, he cuts your shirt open and spells it all out. "Look at that," he undoes your bra and slaps your tits a few times before sucking on them and groaning. His mark belongs to you. Suits your pretty body either way.

Without warning, he licks his fingers and as he once more cuts another fabric of your body, he sticks his fingers into your cunt. "Already wet?" he teases and slaps your pussy, mercy out of the bed this night. "Fucking slut, aren't you?" he continues to slap your cunt and watch as you moan and whimper. "Take it," he growls and soon, gets on his knees and begins to eat you out. His tongue feels so heavenly on your cunt. The noises that filled the room, all moans, groans and the wetness of your cunt, were to be heard by two evil lovers. His gaze was either on your or your gorgeous tits. Often his eyes would flutter from how amazing your cunt tastes.

He gets up and fingers you as he kisses your neck and lips. Never did he think he'd be fucking the girl who gave him reasons to be even more dangerous. When you began to rub your clit, he slapped you and went to grab a rope to tie you to the bed. Only he can please you. You mewl as he made you more and more sensitive and once he knew your cunt was ready for him, his fat and girthy cock slips inside of you. You cry out, tears running down your soft face. "I know, I know but you can take it," his thrusts were slow and gentle, getting you used to his size. Your cunt clenching around him, making it an even better sensation as he fucks himself into you.

"Fuck...oh...just like that," he caresses your tits and groans. When he knew you were well used to him, his hands flew to your hips and began to go faster. Your back arching, he can see his bulge on your tummy, his thumb pressing on it, making you moan more. "Oh you like that?" he smiles and does it again. A knot inside of you, building that sweet orgasm. Your face flushed as he can't seem to stop claiming your pussy with his fast cock. "Vlad-...fuck-i...n-ngh..." You were now more than drunk on him. His fingers rub on your sensitive clit and then he feels it as he hears you cry and moan. Your juices coating his dick. "Oh princess," he moans.

He can't hold on any longer, his cum writing what no other man could claim again. Your tight pussy milking him, his cum filling you to the brim as he leans in and kisses you, his thrust slow before he pulls out. Rough hands cup your face, "Did you like that, beautiful?" he whispers and kisses you, waiting for an answer. "Loved it," you say between kisses and he grins. You whine when he stops touching you completely, he gets dressed, "Good night, R/N," he closes the door as he leaves.

Months after that night, he sees you again. It was a one-night stand, no, this meant something to him. Every night for all those months, he would send you files of Task Force 141, in the bag with each file, he made sure to send a disarmed grenade with your name and a flower attached to it. His own hands wrote your name, over and over again. He swore it was to make sure you never forget what you let him do to you but deep down in a sick way was to thank you for letting him have you. And as you met him again in that lonely office at your base, he acted cold.

You acted cold too, but it was to guard yourself from him. His gaze noticed that hidden in that room were all the grenades that held your name. His heart flutters and a smile creeps to his face. He did it, wrapped his arms around you and when you slapped him, he chuckled. "Do it again," he whispers. So you did, you kept slapping him until he kissed you. Not believing himself, he did it again, kissed you over and over, love is for the weak and now, he is weak. "Don't leave again," you whisper as he rests his forehead against yours. "Think you'll be seeing more of me, my love," his voice soft for the first time in his life. You smile and he kisses your forehead, his strong hands bring you close to his chest. His chin is on your head as you bury your face in his chest. Comfort and love were found in that office that night, grenades and flowers were kept in that office too.

A/N: Not my fault the devs made him hot...

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@goldenmclaren @selarus @kielsegur @palomesa @kaska127 @thefragmented @rowrowrowyourboat13 @liyanahelena @aethelwyneleigh27 @alhaizen

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glittergoblinzz · 1 month

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Pairing - Vladimir Makarov x Spy!Reader x Yuri Volkov

((Translation: Мой маленький = My little wolf))

❗CWs: Reader is AFAB, dub-con, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Smut, p in v sex, oral (male receiving), kidnapping, slight breeding kink if you really squint....18+ MDNI❗

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Reader who's part of Task Force 141 and gets sent to infiltrate Vladimir Makarov's ranks within the Inner Circle in order to get close to him and gather Intel on him

Reader who spends well over a year undercover within Makarov's Inner Circle, slowly getting closer and closer to the Ultranationalist

Reader who believes everything is going smoothly until Makarov confronts them out of the blue one day.....

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The cold, hard muzzle of the gun presses up against your chin as Makarov stares deeply into your eyes...

"You wouldn't ever betray me, right Мой маленький волк?"

Makarov's calm, cold voice echoed through the room as he looked down on you. All you could do was shake your head a little as you replied to him...

"No, Sir. Never. I'm completely loyal to you...."

Makarov only stares you down for a few more moments before pulling the gun away and putting it back into its holster.

"Good....you'll have enough to prove your loyalty to me soon enough. Now be a good dog and come."

He doesn't say anything else before turning and leaving the room, expecting you to follow. You do, which you would later regret if you knew what was about to happen.

The Russian terrorist leads you out of the room and down a couple corridors within the compound before arriving at his private quarters. He opens the door and lets you in first. The first thing you notice in the room is the fact that Yuri, Vladimir's right hand, is there. That wouldn't have surprised you if it wasn't for the fact that Yuri had a smug look on his face as you walked in.

The moment you go into the room, Makarov follows you in and locks the door behind you. Your heart races as he approaches you from behind and Yuri approaches you from the front. You feel Makarov's hands grab a hold of your hips as he pulls you in close to him. He leans his head down, his warm breath hitting your ear as he whispers to you.

"You said you were loyal to me, yes? Let's see just how loyal you are..."

Makarov's hand slides underneath the hem of your shirt, moving up to your chest and grasping one of your breasts while the other stays on your hip. Your eyes widen as Makarov starts to fondle you. Every reasonable voice in your head is telling you to stop him, to get away...but your body is enjoying the way he gently kneads your breast and pinches your nipple too much.

Makarov leans down more and presses his lips against the side of your neck. He starts to kiss your neck and nip at the skin just hard enough to break it, causing a little bit of blood to emerge. The mix of pain and pleasure ripples through your body and you can't help but let out a small moan as Makarov continues to fondle your breast with one hand and attack your neck with his mouth at the same time.

This continues for a moment before Makarov's other hand that's still on your hip slides down under your pants. His fingers glide under your panties and reach your already slickened folds. He gives a little chuckle as he pulls away from your neck and moves back to your ear, gently nibbling on it.

"Ah, is Мой маленький волк already wet? I guess you were more eager to show your loyalty to me than I had anticipated..."

Makarov then proceeds to run his index finger over your swollen, sensitive nub, earning a moan from you. He keeps rubbing in small, circular motions as he enjoys the sounds of pleasure you're making. Yuri watches on, palming himself through his military fatigues as Makarov assaults your breast and clit.

Eventually Makarov gets tired of this and removes his hands from your body. You think that this was all he wanted but oh how wrong you were. The Inner Circle leader proceeds to tug at your uniform top until it rips, revealing your scarred torso that's now only covered by your bra. Makarov takes note of the scars on your torso, gently tracing over some of them with his finger before removing your bra and then your pants, leaving you completely naked in front of the two Russian men.

"Now we're really going to test your loyalty to me, Мой маленький волк. Yura, come."

Yuri does just that as Makarov leads you over to the bed in his private quarters, bending you over the side of it. Yuri stands at one side of the bed, right across from your face as Makarov stands on the other side, right behind your raised ass. The men look at each other before looking back down on you. You hear the sound of their pants rustling as they get their cocks out, not bothering to remove their clothing at all.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you realize that these men are about to take you, the thought both terrifying and exciting you at the same time. Makarov takes his thick, veiny cock and slowly slides it up and down your slick folds, getting his member all nice and wet before he takes you.

Yuri, on the other hand, gets up on the bed and kneels down in front of you so he can properly position himself in front of your mouth. Makarov is still sliding his cock up and down between the folds of your wet cunt before he suddenly pushes himself into you without warning.

Your eyes widen and your mouth opens wide in shock. Yuri takes this opportunity and slides his cock into your mouth, causing your gag reflexes to flare up. Makarov grips your hips, the soft and plump flesh spilling out from between his fingers as he holds onto you while he thrusts into your cunt.

Yuri grabs a fist full of your hair to keep your head in place as he starts moving his hips. He's a bit more gentler than Makarov with his thrusting but not by much. His big, tight balls slapping against your chin as he fucks your mouth. Yuri lets out a soft groan of pleasure as you suck him off.

You grip the bed sheets as Makarov continues to relentlessly pound into you, stretching you out as he takes you. The only sounds that can be heard are the soft grunts coming from the men and the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin as the men continue to fuck you. Yuri pulls out from your mouth for a moment to get you a moment to breathe but also so he and Makarov can hear your little mewls and moans.

Makarov lets out a soft grunt as he feels your gummy walls start to clamp around him as you start getting closer to your climax so he takes one of his hands off your hips and reaches around to start rubbing your clit. Your eyes roll back into your head as the pleasure becomes overwhelming. The only sounds you can make a little whimpers and moans as Makarov continues to take you. Hearing your cries of pleasure only makes the Russian take you harder, his hips slamming into your ass at a more brutal pace.

Yuri doesn't bother putting himself back into your mouth as he and Makarov are enjoying the sounds you're making way too much. Instead, he fists himself and starts jerking off to the sight of Makarov fucking you. Seeing Makarov's face contorted into one of pleasure and the sounds of your moans and whimpers cause Yuri to let out moans of his own.

It doesn't take long for you to finally come, your pussy clamping around Makarov's cock as your body trembles from the immense pleasure. Makarov rubs your clit faster and fucks you through your orgasm before finally reaching his. He closes his eyes and lets out a low moan, his pace slowing some as he reaches his own orgasm. His cock twitches and throbs inside you as it shoots thick white ropes of his seed deep into you.

Makarov, breathing heavily, opens his eyes and sees Yuri still jerking off. His body shaking and twitching as if he's close himself. The Russian pulls out from you and reaches over, placing his hand on the one Yuri is using to grab your hair with.

"That's it, Yura. Give them a nice reward for demonstrating their loyalty to me."

The feeling of Makarov's hand on his and the sound of him talking so softly to him sends Yuri over the edge. Yuri grunts one last time and sprays his load all over your pretty face. You stay there, still bent over on the bed with Yuri's cum on your face and Makarov's dripping out of your swollen, spent cunt.

Makarov runs his thumb over Yuri's hand for just a second before letting go and getting off of you. Both men proceed stuff their now flaccid cocks back into their pants and zip themselves up.

The men help clean you up, or at least Yuri cleans you up...Makarov simply watches. There was already a new uniform waiting for you, which you didn't think much of until Makarov walks over to you and grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

"You really thought you would have gotten away with it, Мой маленький? Price is even more of a fool than I thought if he seriously believed you could pass as one of my own..."

Your heart stops as you realize you've been caught. Your cover blown. All you can do is just stare up at Makarov, your eyes wide with fear. You expect him to pull out his gun and end you, or have Yuri do it. Unfortunately, no, the Russian Ultranationalist has other plans for you....

"You'll be very useful for me and Yuri. You can give us something we wouldn't be able to get ourselves...so we'll be keeping you for quite a while."

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