Imagine sucking Bruce's bat juice out his dick in the batmobile as he's going 90 mph down the freeway one hand gripping the wheel the other shoving me down onto his c0ck 😋
He loo at you through prison bars. You were beautiful yet your haggard appearence make him sad. zyou Should be treated as QUEEN, not prisoner. He want save you form this Hell…. HE knows you deserve more than the cell you are Tarped in….
One day you eatinhg gruel goo on prison floor when he see you…. “It breaks his heart to see the love of his life being treated like so, as if she meaningingless person with no meaning, he would treat you right, he would treat you like queen, QUEEN OF HIS HEART>……
So hea leab orison and go to Church where he kee p the penut butt and he grab can… He rerurn to you in prsion, where you sit on cot in cell with scratchy blanket, he look at throu bar. “Here mein schits,” he sat hadning you open can of Spaghetti-o’s. “Oh my tafavorite,” You said. “Thanks, but i dont trust russians”
“You came trtut ME…” hee repply.
“Hm…. ok.” You take can of sphagetti and eat it when he pulls out fork gi ve it to you too
You eat eagerly not having eating much sinee your visit hiere.
TO be
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HE poundded away at yoyr cunt with the fury as a man starved, like he was wander in dessert and you an oasis. The 22 of you know you had to move qucikly in order to escape from, pirson, but he just have to had you here on forrest floor, fucking yo liek a dog in heAT, suddenly a growl in the trees appeared, ….it was a BEAR……… to be pcmtinuterd.
CoD Headcanon: You are eating breakfast (avocado toast with poached egg adn sprinkle of salt with a cafe au lait) when you start choking on your food
Inspired by my breakfast this morning :)
Imagine you are in your kitchen, eating breakfast before your 10 hour shift at ALDI. Life is hard, God must hat e youi because you start chockeinh on u food. Avocado, egg, and dry bread coalesce into food mass in your esophagouse blovking off your supply of air. No sound comes from you as you look desperately at Soap for help. But he busy playing Animal Crossing, fishing trying to get the cilocanhth fish but he doesnt realize its not the right time. He only knows something is wrong when your plate falls to the ground as you gesticukate wildy ] . When he ses you choking he jump up and run to youru side, tackling you to ground and wrapping his strong arms around you. He performs the Heinrich maneuvers as he try to save you from chickin g. He lpull you into his strong and hardened body. You can feel his firm muscles against your back. Even though you are in despeation situatins you cant help but spoon at the thiuught of hum holding you. He pounded your chest with his fisted hands, applying pressure to your lower chest cavities, the pressure forcing trhe glob of food up and out of your moth. It flies 400 centimeters and lands on kitchen floor. You can breath again. He saved you. The two of you play animal crossing for the rest of the afternoon. (you take a mental health day after your harroeiing brush with death and Soap agrees you need self-care). Tne wing,
CoD Headcanons: How they Act when You don't Look both Way when crossing Street and Vehicle is Coming at You
I was inspired by something that happen to me today when I go to store
Phillip Grapes
Phillip was in his Lifted truck driving 80 MPH down the road when you were crossing Street holing Grocerie. Including Eggs and Avocado. For tonights toast dinner. You looked up at sund of cunty music blasting and saw the red white and blue vehicle flying toward you, you droped paper bag, eggs and toast crawshing to floor. Suddenly LOUD SCREECH!!! fill ears. as Philly come to a stop. HE ohped out of the truck, his truck ballz swinging as he slamed it shut. He stomp over to you about to yell whemn…… he see your beauty, his eye go es wide. H is speehless. snd loo at u. with LIST (see Gif above) He stoppe down and pick up egg adn avicadphillip jro anf tostred. “Hey babe, wanna come to me bbq 2nite?” Hr say? ]’the wife kkifds, sclottish hubnk and David plus the kids (clownius, Amberleigh Lynn, and Phillp jr will all be there.” You. aceept. “Ok.” and both of you go into lifty virile and masculine Dodge Ram F150 Tundra Truvk with 40 inch double wheels and over head lights on truck. (Phillip love he truck named “Liberty”} sp yuo jolined the Grapes cklan at the beach where BBQ was. held around bone fire. And 9 molnths latwser you pregnant with Philipa baby grl Grapes. The family invvciged you tol live in theuir mansion with them, 5 stories wiht lots of land. You join afamily (y/n) Grapes. Phillip dad show you his coin collection.
It is a barren and soulless place where dreams go to die. This is where your lover and father of your three kids wastes away in a cell. The cell itself is dank and wet. He contracts pneumonia and has a hacking cough that leaves him breathless and light-headed.
Vladimir was top dog in prison. He was boss. The inmates knew his name and feared even the sound of it. The sight of him walking down cooridores caused one man to have heart attack suddenly.
Today you bist your man. in prison
You stand in front of mirror wearing black dress that leave little to imagination, silky fabric cascading down your luscious finger
You walk out of your personal jet and into the prison complex, you pull your Cucchi Furn Coat close to your voluptuous bode. You push your Perada sunglasses up with a perfectly manicured fignee, red nail polish glinting in SUNLITE
Y
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Loo up at siberian PRISON walles and think your Vladdy here
You Maid hold the hands of your three kids behind you, trailing along in order of birth, Vladimir Vladimirovich Makarov, Mikhail ‘Misha’ Vladimirovich Makarov, and Princess Anastasia Vladimirovna in expensive lvous Lutton stroler for babies only. Vladimir Jr can walk now
Ypou marched forward your snake skinned boats clippings against pavement
Finally you entered the prisxone and the maid stepped forward, “This way miss Makarvoa” she led you thruouhg the prison and you wondered:
How does this bitch know the way to Vladdy’s conjugal visit room?
But then baby Anstasia dstart crying and you become annoyed at the bab’ys antics. You send glare to baby.
and Maid “Shut her upo, “ YOu said
Guard lead yu away to room where Vladmir wait for u
He stabds as you enterd, already hsirtless showing off his sexy physique and tattoos that make yoir mouth watered
Yoiu remove Cuchhi fur coat and toss it to floor snapping inger at maid to pick it up
“Pick it up,” yoi commanded
Maid pick up cot and cgildren and go wait outside becasue what about to happen not for the eyes of babies;
Vladmir drinks in the sight of ur body in silk lingerree. Nothing left to imagination aand verything ready for him to feast his self on, even your panties qwere crotchless with hole for easy assess
“Mmmm you look good enough to eat,” Vladdy sayds.
He tjanes yireufhn handfuen
And leads you over to table
Where hit pushe don yo on i
He sprwad YIURE LEG WIDEE’
lookm down ytia at pussy
“mmmm alreadty WEt for f daddy?”
He say as ehe loo at yuyr dropping wt e hole clenchign with ned firuo HIEMD
His rough hands grab your hiops, hoisting you up and the table as he knELE before you like a sinner confessing his sings to the alter of the holy mother.
“I hungry” he say
zHE worship your tsarina parts with labish attention. Each strike of his tongue drilling into your deeply, the sentiemation feel so heavenly as it had been ,onths since you had felt his touch.
“OH Vladdy pkease dinut stop!!!! it feel so good… oh, oh … IOH!!!!’
finally you came apart after months of not touching youtself saving it for him only as good wife does
The peaksure intense and you scream his name loud, your cries echoing through the prison so that everyone, giuards and inmates can share in the intimare moment with rhetorical two of you
RHEn vladiemie pull away, your juisces dripping down his chhinny chin chin. He smirked. “Is my little piggy ready for round two?”
“Yes daddy”
“goo girl”
He reached down to his prison pants and undid them slowly teasing you, then reaching inside he pulled out his big cock, then positioned it at your enterence, then look at you/ “Look at me while i fuck you”
“YEs sir’
then he did it, putting it in you, and again and again, it felt so good
The feel of his lorge cook stretching your tiny tasrina part make you man in pleasure. Agaain and again, and again and again he went inside and then out. Then back in again.
He keeps going, pushing forward as you feel it, his man part, inside your coochie. You feel feelings in there, down there where h was, very good.
Your area started to feel tingly and you cried out not in pain though because ir felt goo
He kept going until you experienced a feeling down there, and then he pulled it out of you
Something wet drip out of you, his thingy (you know)
He fill you up withh is stuff and say “It’s time to make baby 4, little Olga.”
”You dare to disrespect me?” His voice is a low growl. Rarely does he ever use it on you. It sends a shiver up and then down your spine. You feel a tingle deep within your core. An ache. One only he could fulfill.
Notes: I decided to write another Vladimir Makarov this time sending it to my bestie for editing so hopefully this one is better than the others. Please let me know if you want a part two ❤️🔥🥀
Your love affair had passed in a blur of passion. Like the winter winds of Russia your relationship was turbulent. FIlled with the most glorious ups and the most horrid downs. But you wouldn’t change a thing. He was a traditional man. He demanded respect from you, but he loved when you refused to give it easily. Like today, when you ignored his call for your presence in his office.
A noise alerted you to his presents behind you. Without even looking at him your could feel the tension radiating off him in waves. Slowly you turned to face him and you could see it in his eyes.
Fury.
”I’m sorry, Vladdy.”
“Are you really?”
”Yes, of course—“
“Tell the truth!” He harshly grips your shoulders, jerking you towards him. “When I give you a command I expect you to listen!”
“You're not the boss of me!”
“Oh, but that is where you are mistaken. As your husband, I expect complete obedience—“
And then you made a mistake. You stuck out your tongue at him. Vladimir saw red. But not only was the red he saw the color of fury, but also hot desire, burning lust… fiery passion.
He pushed you backwards until your booty collided with the wall behind you. So harshly did he push you that your contact with the wall sent a painting falling to the floor. Glass burst, scattering out along the wood grain in all directions.
”This is how you treat your tsar? After all he has done for you?” he hisses out.
You look up at him, craning your neck and giving him exactly what he wants. Submission.
He descends down like a bird of pray, his teeth digging into your tender skin. He marks you there before descending lower, marking your collarbone before capturing your lips like the Red Army capturing Berlin on the 2nd of May in 1945.
"I do everything for you,” he says, his breath ghosting along your skin, raising goosiebumps in its wake. “I take you wherever you wish to go, I buy you everything you desire… and this is how you repay me. I should punish you.”
"Please, punish me,” you beg. “I deserve it.”
He lifts you up with his strong, sculpted arms, his muscles hardened from a lifetime in the military, evidence of the many battles he had won. You felt your coochie tighten at the sensation of his virile form pressing against your softer, feminine form.
“Please,” you say again.
”Tell me what you want, baby girl,” he says. “Tell your Vladimir.”
”I… I want… you!”
He pressed his thigh against your most sensitive place, the place where you desired him most, the place only he had ever visited. Your coochie gushed with liquid desire for him and him alone.
His ministrations continued until you both were panting into each other’s mouths. The grunts escaping his lungs doused the fire burning in you with fuel. You were like a living samovar, your lust for Vladimir boiling over inside you.
He reached a hand down between the two of you as he did away with the barriers between you. Your clothes and his fell away like the Berlin Wall crumbling to pieces as it fell on the 9th of November in 1991.
Sliding your panties aside, he pressed his cock against your dripping entrance. He pushed forward slowly, so that the onion dome-like head, akin to that of St. Basil’s Cathedral, was inserted. But then something terrible happened… nothing happened. Vladimir ceased moving altogether.
“Vladdy!” you scolded. “What are you doing! Don’t stop!”
He smirked down at you. You went to slap his chest when he caught your hand with one of his much larger hands, the knuckles of his hands dusted with a light smattering of dark hair, the nails trimmed and filed neatly. He brought your hand down to the stem of his fat cock. Slowly you began to pump it like one wrings a wrag after washing dishes at the sink. Though doing dishes and other housework tasks was not something you were accustomed with. That was work for your servants, in particular your maid.
Your dainty hand glided over the smooth skin of his virile penis. He grunted low in his chest, his head falling forward, forehead resting against your shoulder as his breaths escaped him in pants.
"Please, I need you," you said, attempting to pull him closer to you.
"N-Nyet," he grunted. "This is your punishment."
You whined out desperately but your hand did not cease pumpkin him. His cockhead remained plugging up your entrance as your juice seeped out of him. The movements of your hand grew in intensity, a distinct squelching sound filling the room. A cacophony of your moans and his grunts also filled the room, the heat between you heating up like the inside of a samovar as the tea inside bubbled hotly.
You felt the twitches in his dick as it erupted, white hot seed filling your insides before Vladimir finally thrust forward, making sure to deposit the rest of it deeply inside you.
After a moment, your breathing evened out, and he placed you back down on you feet. "This time, it will take, and I will bear you a son. An Heir to the Empire."
Part 4, but you don't have to read Part 1 and Part 2 to understand.
Description: Vladimir takes you on vacation to Ibiza.
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The sun sets once more, this time on a foreign land. You're standing on the balcony of Vladimir's new house, which overlooks a small beach.
The air is still and quiet, the only sound being the gentle lapping of water against the shore. You look over at Vladimir, who is sitting on a lounge chair with a book in his hands.
"Vladdy," you say softly, "are you enjoying your holiday?"
Vladimir has Private Jet, a Boeing 757
"Vladdy I want you," you whisper as the maid hands you a glass of champagne and hands Vladimir glass of Vodka
Vladimir only drink Vodka, no water or amuthing else
Tou. Run your babd down his arm I n swducrio n
"Ooh, habt we can't right now the kids are watching" he gestures at Vladimir Jr (Vladimir Vladimirovich) and Mikhail aka Misha named after the beat in Olympic
They were sitting is seat of plane earing thir fa vourite snack caviar with crackers. Even as toddler and baby with no teeth to chew solid food they love caviar and crack
ER. You pulled out apple iPad tablet and hand 2 of them to kids, they immediayely start watching Peepe Pug.
Famous caton crom brita
You look vladdy with seductive look winking an eye to hint at him thatyou went him
)plese vladdy... I need you know...Need your cuck inside me....me tsarina parts aching for u" you said in a breathless whisper.
Vladimir sighed and placed down his bottle of vodka. "Very well, then," he said exasperatedly.
"Let us go to the bathroom" he said too
He led ou to bahtroom I n airplain in sky
As it flew to island house he owned
V the
His hand was big on yours, bigger and he was strong, manly virole you couldn't wait to get him inside of your
Tight HULL
He pushed you into the luxury bathroom of his privyet jet
Bathroom was luxor y with Guccih towel and carpet, Louiss vutton toilet and bath set and Armani toilet papers, he push you up against toilwt desperate for you like a man sesperate to devour a bowl of fresh borsht, still steaming after babusha make as she dollop fresh yogurt from cow ontop. Hearty and filling, the scent wafting through the house as gentle music plays from the shoetwave radio in the distance, ND from the television set plays an old cartoon as Vladimir sits in his high chair in Babushka's dacha while baba herself sings an old Russian song to her baby grandson whom she love very much.
The wet sounds of his fingers pumpkin into goir tight height sounded jn the wchoing bathroom and soon he was down on his knees sucking your clit and fucking the hol with 3 fingees as you grabb hair, nearly exposing his receeding hairline.
You manned louldy like cow being milked for fresh yogurt at Babushka's dacha farm house for three borschtt,
Vladir tongue worships your pink petals and tught hole. (You taste so good.. like Russian tea cake, to him)
Amber scream I n ectasy like the sound of alarm durong nuclear attack in Cold Wars
Just before hou about to ascend to the heavenly plane if exustan e vladmir stop.
You whine jn frustration.., please don't stopp you SAY IN VOICE
He smirks up st you as ue brush stubble chin ahaindt soft skin thigh. You shiver st the sensations it illicits through you. Your hole needy clench down on NOTHING
Ple I se you man ed"
Vladimir Makarov was born on April 1st and was involved in various crimes such as human trafficking and the muffled sounds of fellow prisoners offers a discordant lullaby of the other guards taking advantage of her and make her his very own ends or to protect User
[Sprry fuys cat steal phone-?] And then little brother Bobby
Vladim unzip her panrs r dping the m wide open for all to see legs spread pussy open to the wplrld. He look into h9le. "Mmm needy hitl?" He asks.
"Only for you daddy" she said
?*Say it again," he say rouhly his voice
"Daddy please 🙏 "
/^÷, he pullsout giant coke and shoves it inside
It stretc h your hole wider than ak_47
He was an aries
Sound rught
Thrusting hard and fast, he grips your hips in his bruising grip, his fingers leaving indentations in your plush flesh. His chest heaved with exertion and he suddenly held himself still inside you, gasping as he nearly came undone from the single thrust alone. Your body was an addiction, one that he couldn't kick. Like the most potent tobacco, he savored you, all the little sounds you made, the softness of your skin, the warmth of you around him. Tenderly, you embraced him, winding your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. He buried his nose in your neck, breathing in your scent as he left lingering kisses along your pulsepoint.
He you moo louder hnd louder
"Oh Vladdy, pleade don tstop!! I want toy uo to cume inside of me, please I want to make a third baby!!!"
He loo a you the look in your eyes looked as beautiful as the skies
He could not resist, he would surely persist
To come inside your fertile hole, was his most passionate goal
"I won't stop, my love, don't you worry," Your Vladdy says as he comes undone in a flurry.
His virile seed filled you up, it was like vodka in cup
Spurts of creamy white goo flowed from him and into you
It was wonderful, it was right, as he filled you up all night
Nine months later the two of you eagerly await the birth of baby three on February 23rd, a wonderful date.
Little baby Princess Anastasia was the apple of her papa's blue /brown eye
She was so dear to him it broke his heart to say bye
A continuation of part 1 but you don't have to read the last one to understand what's going on. Thanks for reading!
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The mansion is a sprawling Gothic estate nestled in the wooded hills of St. Petersburg. Each room filled with elegant furnitures and beautiful artwork. The mansion has the feel of a grand Russian palace, complete with rich tapestries and a grand staircase.
Vladimir has many homes throughout Easter Europe. For example the Penthouse of Moscow Lakhta Center where he had a penthouse. And now he took you in a plane private jet to St Peterberb where he had a nice palace.
">I want you Vladddy," You say as you enter his office where he does business (you don't know what it is tho).
"I'm busy right now, moya malenkaya smetana (my little sour cream)" Vdaddy said in reply. He was liok at his papers on his desk, look of concern tration on him.
You glance at floor in dissappoint.
Your eye fluttes with sad. As tear fall from eyevd. You ran away from Vladimirs office where you collided with a firm chest of your body guard Pavel, a young birivle attractvie byff and manly man. "Oh, Pavel," you said. "I'm so sorry excuse me..."
"It's alright Miss..." Pavel beeathed in your scent and his cheek turn pink as he feel your soft form against chest. Pink like sunset over Russian mountains. Or over Black Sea. Also pink like when you mix the yogurt into the borscht (a Ukraininan dish).
Salthouggh your hearts on ly beat for your Vladdy ou can't help but buosh as you see the blush like the sunset of the black sea on the rosy cheeks of Pavel. He was your age too, not an old man like Vladimir (unless you are picturingthe 2023 Reboot Vladimir in which case Pavel and he are about same age).
OASSION Rhere is looked of uncertain yet uundeniable PASSION that bubbled up like a pot of cooking foods in kitchen of palace, of Vladimirs gome, but you never went there it was the servants place not yours as Vladimirs TSARINE.
HE hands come up to toxuch waste. He hand warm bur not as large and rough as Vladmir Pavela hands were thin and bony like the bones left over after taking all the meat off the chicken but your maid did it for you so you didn't know anyrhing bout cocking clean or maid things. That was for poor people
You breathed out a moan of desire as Pavel touché you. "Pavel, we can't......" Ypu suad.
"He does n have to j kow,"pabel sai
"But.... he in there" you gestured to the offive door wide open
"So?" Pavel push you against Wale
I moan loud like whale in sea but probably not black sea (I'm not sure, pls marine bilogy timblr tell me if whales in black sea)
As moan loud vlsDIMOR put down paper in office. He grab glock from under desk, as his browns ferrowed/creased deeply in annoyance “Vhat is zat?” he askred a
s he made he way too the door two find the two of you psvrl and you pressed against the whale. bodies pressed together in a passionate and steamy embrace.
Panel had strated eto kiss along your neck and his lips were touching your pulse pount. VLADimgr saw RED.
I BREAK KNEEE!!!!
“ he screanmed
loud as thunde3r
Pavel immediately pissed his pants
the room’s hallway filled with the scent of urine. which made Vladimire even more mad. “That carpet cost million rubels@!”
Vladmir tke gun and point at Pastvel knee. The knee cap burt in expllosion of red viscera and Pabel creamde
Vladmir stood over Pavel and look at him with green eye, “ while the blue eye look at AyOu
You shiuvered under his penetrating gaze
It touched you deeply in your core and made your tsarina parts (as vladdy called it)
WET like a bottle of vodka
taken out of freezer and left to chill on counter, drips of condensation drippign down the side
You looked back at Vladmir “No, don’t hurt Pavel, he didnt do anything”
“HE TOUCHED YOU??? You bELGONG to ME! Not HE!!!”
“Tjat why I BREAKING KNEE!!” He say calmly, in a voice that chilled you to the bone like Lake BAikal in midst of cold Russia winter
Tear fall from your eye balls as you say “It meant nothing to me. I love you Vladdy. I sweat.”
Pavel screaming in pain still as he bleeds out on the carpet. Vladimir steps over him, bringing hand to your kneck.
He grips softly, but not hardly.
“Promise me,” He seeth. “Promise me youre MINE.”
‘I yours!”
He smile at you and his grop on your hip tightens, dgging into soft flesh like dough of unbaked bread in the morning at the bakery down thre street that your servants picked up for you.,
Vladmir push you up aga8nst the opposite wail, against a gilt framed painting of a woman
Actually it was the famous russian pwainting “The Last Day. OF Pompeii” buy artist Karl Bruylokovs
(sporry for spelling mistake keyboard still hard to tip with) 💔
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Psinting wobble on wall as Vlamir push you up against in it, you man in pain but also pleasure as you feel his body press into yours.
Your reach back behind to grab holds of painting,m ripping open the canvas with your acrylics
The rip is loud and vladmir smile smat you. “Naughty girl.: “
HGe smirks
“Noo im’ a good girl, vladdy,”
“Oh really, my little sour cream?” He
“Yes”
“Then why were you with that bastardous trator PAvel? Huh? You’ve been bad, you’ve been a naiughtly little WHORE”
“Your walls clench at his words, you feel yourself getting wetter as your secretions flow from you like vodka pouring into a glass.:”
“What”
Vladimir pressed his aching ock agaisnt your pussy where it was covered with your expensive armani dress
HE RIP DRESS]
in his hasty desperation to have access yo tour tsarina part
His throbbing cok was a large as AK 47 and ready to be shot. He aligns hinself in your entrace and thrust inside like a train arriving at the Moscow metro station, and your cunty was just as deep but tight like the tunnels of train
you moan in unbridle pleasure and lusty as he fill you deeplu , he trust into you so hard the painting frsme shook and broke
But neither of your cared too much abot this piece of Culture being destoryed, even Vladdy who loved Russia did nt care cuz your pussy felt so good, the grip of your tsarina aparts eased the anger inside home turning it into firey passion of love. You make him eel things he thought he never feel.
He want make baby inside you, make son, cute and small like Cheburashka. Vladimir’s favorite cartoon when he wass a childe (both OG and reboot)
His trusts grew harder and farter as he filled you deeper
Farter and fatter he thrusts
You were lost to bliss as he pounded your cunty
You wailed like you had just seen baba yaga in the forest but these were wais of pleasire not fear
Your wills grippped him as you started to lose control of your senses, your body shake violently like a bartender shaking up a malibu barbie pink cocktial with vodka, raspberry lemonade, grenadine and edible glitter well shaken and poured over ice with a pink heart shaped straw that the two of you enjoyed whn you went to see the Barbie movie together) and as you grip the paitning behind you, ripping it to shreds as you come on his cookie, Vladimnir throw his head back and growl out like a wolf in woods holwing to the moone.
He come deep inside womb, filling you wit thick heft and creamy condensed mlik like spurts like a Matryoshka doll as you put the dolls inside one another.
You two stay entwines and he rubs your belly with his large man hand, hariy on knuckles, “Mone.” he say, voice filled with devoation for yOU
SHorytly after your love makeing was completed, Vladimir whisked you away to bedroom. Maid came along and swept up destroyed artwork and cleaned blood and urine from carpet. Pavel’s family never saw his son nor his body for the funarl. closed casket. Presumed Missing. but in reality dumped into Neva river. His young wife and three children cry. Little do they know that Pavel was in love with You, so he was unfaitfu….
9 months later
Mikhail and Vladimir Jr sat in front of television watching the cartoon Masha and the Bear, Baby Mikhail was newborn and still had baby soft spot on head and needed to be supported with a baby chair, Vladimir Sr smiled wistfully, remembering his own childhood when he lived with his familyu in Khrushchevka in the city of Ivanono where he live with his mother and father and luttle brother and when in 1980 when he watched the 1980 Moscow Olympics and the bear was named misha which is what he and You decide to name your son after the bear.
Vlsdmir and yiou watch family as maid cook and clean.
A Kylo Ren piece, just cos I was in the mood to draw something angsty. Maybe I’ve also fallen into the well of Star Wars content, who is to say for certain 🤔 Pen drawing with digitally added colouring.
This is now available as a print on my Etsy store!! - https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/1168838176/kylos-rage-star-wars-a4-print
You leave behind your homeland in search of safety. You find what you're looking for, but the past always catches up with us in the end.
Your choices have consequences no matter what. Neutrality is not an option.
You must confront your demons before they wreak havoc on those you love.
Word Count: 1,894
Tags & Warnings: Eventual smut, slow burn, eventual group activities 😋, eventual everyone x reader, eventual angst, hurt/comfort, eventual character death. Other characters will make an appearance later!
You passed through the seven levels of the Candy Cane Forest, through the Sea of Swirly Twirly Gumdrops, and then you walked through the London Underground where you eventually made your way onto the nearest military base. The exterior of the base was a bleak place, with absolutely no Christmas decorations to be seen. Even the gently falling snow didn't inspire Christmas cheer in your forlorn soul. You thought of your home, the North Pole, with its brilliant Candy Cane Spires, Chocolate Rivers, and Marshmallow Mountains, and a wave of nostalgia engulfed you, causing you to shiver as you made your way towards the entrance of the base. Your elf outfit did little to protect from the harsh cold, your exposed skin erupting in goosebumps. You wrapped your arms around your waist to protect yourself from the unabating elements, but it was no use. Even elves fell victim to the chill of winter.
"Hey!" called a voice, startling you. You turned around to see a hulking figure approaching you. The gun gripped in his hands did not startle you so much as the horrifying skull mask adorning his face. "What're you doin' here?! Civilians aren't allowed on base…" Suddenly he trailed off, his dark eyes roving over your figure, coming to a stop at some point beyond your head. "What the bloody hell…" he breathed, seeming to be in disbelief. "I don't believe my eyes… an elf..?"
Just then, your world flipped upside down as your knees suddenly collapsed beneath you. You blinked, and suddenly you were looking up at the gray sky above, the birds in the distance becoming blurry as you lost consciousness.
The last thing you heard before the darkness engulfed you was a shout of, "Bollocks!"
You slipped in and out of consciousness, jostling in a pair of muscular arms, his grip steady as he clutched you to his hardened chest. Your head rested on his plush pec, the perfect pillow for your tired head. You shut your eyes and fell asleep to the soft beat of his heart.
The next thing you were aware of was the soft crackle of firewood. The smoky scent surrounded you, seeming to warm up your frozen bones. Blinking your eyes open, the world around you came into focus. You laid upon a bed in a stark gray utilitarian room, warm light coming from the fireplace along the far wall. You basked in its warmth, snuggling into the scratchy blanket cocooning you. You turned your head, and there he was. The man from earlier, his dark eyes, almost black in the low light of the room, staring back at you.
"Hey, you. You're finally awake, eh?"
You sat up, the blanket falling away revealing your off-the-shoulder form-fitting bright green dress, white fur of the Snow Yeti lining the décolletage of the bodice, velvet ribbon lacing down the front, holding it all together and revealing a luscious amount of skin to the man's eyes. However, he didn't appear to be interested in such things.
"Wh…what happened?" you asked, your voice wavering with weakness. You had walked all the way there from the North Pole, and now your body was suffering the consequences. Your muscles ached and your head pounded. Just then, your stomach made an embarrassing grumbling noise.
"You passed out, that's what." He raised an eyebrow at you, then stood up at the sound of your hunger making itself known. "Got you a little somethin' from the mess." He walked over to a table where a tray sat, steam billowing up from a bowl and cup.
He brought it over to you, setting it down on the end table beside you. The smell hit you then, hot stew and tea. It made your mouth water. You grabbed the tray and tucked-in to the warm meal with gusto.
"Atta girl," he purred, and you blushed at his praise.
The soup could've used a tad bit more sugar, but your stomach didn't care about the taste right now. Once the soup was devoured, you sipped lightly at the tea, and had to struggle to swallow it down, cringing at the sugarless flavor.
"Thank you…" you trailed off, placing the teacup down and tucking your hair behind your pointy elf ear.
His gaze trailed over to said ear, his eyes alighting in curiosity. "I have some questions, if you don't mind."
"Of course, Mister. It's the least I could do after you've been so hospitable to me."
He gestured to your ear. "Are you… are you really an elf? I thought they were just a myth made up to entertain children."
It occurred to you that you must look very different compared to him. Though you'd never met a human before, you'd heard tales of their features, most notably their lack of pointy ears. You'd had a friend named Pom Pom back in the North Pole who had visited the human realm once. She returned with grand tales of the various men she'd met on her journey, and she had filled your head with fantasies of hardened bodies and large, girthy—
You caught yourself in this inappropriate train of thought. Feeling the man's eyes on you, you felt heat rise to your cheeks. "I'm no myth," you say, unable to look him in the eyes.
"I can see that."
"Yes, I'm an elf. I came here all the way from Santa's Village in the North Pole."
He looked impressed, though you couldn't see his face beneath his mask. "...I see. The North Pole, eh? Quite a journey."
"It was," you say, feeling excited to share your tale. "First, I left Santa's Village before traversing through the seven levels of the Candy Cane Forest, then I journeyed through the Sea of Swirly Twirly Gumdrops. Once I reached the ocean, I boarded an iceberg pushed by my dear friend, Mr. Narwhal. He and I traveled the treacherous ocean until I reached the shores of Great Britain. Finally, I popped into the London Underground, and now here I am. With you." You gave him a sweet smile. "But…" A frown encased your features. "I don't know your name…" You gave him a pleading look, your doe-like eyes gazing up at him.
"They call me Ghost." He leveled you with a penetrating stare. "Now, who are you, and what are you doing on this base?"
You gave him your name, but felt reluctant to reveal your true purpose for being there. Instead, you said, "I was given a mission by the big man himself, Santa Claus. He wanted me to spread Christmas cheer throughout this base. We recently received intel from our field agents that there is a disturbing lack of Christmas cheer here."
"...I see. Well, I think you need to speak to Captain Price about this."
"Alright, let's go talk to this Captain Price."
You slipped your legs out from under the blanket before Ghost stopped you. "Think you can walk? Or do I have to carry you again?"
"No, I… I think I should be fine to walk," you said as you stood up from the bed. However, your legs betrayed you and you found yourself stumbling directly into his arms. He held you steady, the feel of his hardened chest against your soft breasts sending your heart fluttering. You gazed up at him through your thick lashes, your mouth slightly open in an O shape, to find his dark eyes gazing back at you with staggering intensity.
"Oh!" you gasp, stumbling back and righting yourself. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Ghost!"
"Ghost will suffice," he grunted, turning from you and leading you out of the room.
With each step, the bells attached to your hat and high heels jingled, causing heads to turn in your direction. At least, you thought it was the jingling that brought everyone's attention to you, surely it couldn't be anything else, right?
The two of you journeyed through the halls of the base until Ghost came to a stop outside a door before knocking twice.
"Enter!" came a gruff voice from inside.
Ghost opened the door for you, allowing you to enter before him. You did so, stepping into a warm room smelling of caramel mingled with tobacco. Across from you, a man sat behind a large mahogany desk, a funny-looking hat perched atop his head. Clutched between his plush lips was a plump cigar, the end glowing orange. Smoke wafted about the room. As Ghost shut the door behind you, the man behind the desk glanced up at you from beneath a pair of spectacles, his blue eyes flitting back down to his paperwork before suddenly returning to you, shock and awe filling his visage. His lips loosened into an O shape, the cigar plummeting from his mouth to the desk as his eyes roved over your figure appreciatively.
He stood, the pen clutched in his hand forgotten as it fell to the floor, and walked your way, his gait heavy with intention.
"Captain John Price, at your service, ma'am," he stated, holding out a hand for you to take. You grabbed ahold of it, noting with satisfaction that it was much larger than your own. You pulled him towards you, then stood on your tip-toes to press a kiss against both of his scruffy cheeks. Said cheeks turned pink. Your hand lingered in his as he gave you a smoldering look before bringing up your dainty hand to lay a kiss against your soft and dewy skin.
"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Captain John Price," You provided your name and then explained, "I'm here to spread Christmas cheer!"
Mr. Captain John Price chuckled, the sound filling you with liquid warmth. "John will do for now," he said. "I'm already feeling your Christmas cheer, love." He gave you a cheeky wink to which you blushed.
"Oh!" you cheered, jumping with joy. "That's wonderful! My mission is off to a great start, then."
"That's wonderful," John said, glancing over your shoulder to send Ghost a questioning look. "This all your doing, Ghost?"
"Negative, sir. I found her outside where she collapsed in the snow," he replied. "She told me she's an elf from the North Pole."
"An elf..?" John trailed off.
"From Santa's Village, to be precise," you interrupt.
John guffawed at that, holding a hand over his belly like Santa himself, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "That's a good one, love!"
It occurred to you then that he didn't believe you.
"It's true!" you argued. "I'm an elf. I traveled all the way from the North Pole to bring Christmas cheer, and I won't have you disregard my mission like that."
"It's alright, love, you can stop with the act now. How about we spread some Christmas cheer later tonight? What are you doing later? Perhaps we can get a drink."
Frowning, you turned to look at Ghost who tilted his head at you.
Turning back to John, you brought up a hand and snapped your fingers.
Snap!
Silver and gold tinsel appeared on the walls, sparkling in the light. Your eyes flickered from John to the tinsel as if to ask, What do you think of that?
John's mouth fell open, his eyes bugging out in disbelief.
"Bloody hell," breathed Ghost behind you.
"I don't believe it… You really are an elf…" John said.
This is dedicated to those who wanted me to write a Vladimir makarov story 💋
Vladimir is a traditional man. He shows his woman respect
He demands respect from you, too, however
If you disrespect him, it’s like a fun game for him
He gets to punish you
He makes sure the punishment is not only fun for him, but fun for you as well
Everything is consensual between you
And he also likes when you’re on top… though he never emit it…
Vladimir take you on dates to expensive restauraunts. You can order whatever you want
Total sugar daddy material. He buys you dresses and expanto sive jewellery,
he take you to Prsfda, VChannel, Gucchi, , Her,mires,
All the nicest stores in Moscow
You never have to work a day in you life with him, cus he will take CARE of you.
Yiu do NOt have to voook, clean or anything elsoe
He hires a maid for you, she do everything
You call him “Vladdy” or “Vladdy Daddy’
Vladmir stoood on the balcony of his expensive high rise penthouse apartment suite condominium umm
He never like to see you wear revealing deresss. Your body for his eye only. NO man loo at yoo
OR ELSE BREAK KNEE…..
You came up behind he and wrap ur fingers around he waist gently feeling his hardened muscles and sclupted booty, his firm body tough from battles he had won during his time in the military when he was younger, the training had formed him in to the hardend virilie form he had now.
“What is it baby girl” he asked in Russian accentw
He accent make your coochie tighten with need for he hardened thivk veiny bulging cook
When Flaccid it was like a Makarov pistole.
But when standing at attention like right now it was big as AK-47
“Vladdy I want you” you said in a breathless voice
“I want you too baby girl” he picked you up
And set you down effortlessly on the balcony railing 50 stories up
He grips youe thighs in his strong hands spreading your legs as wide as the black sea
Your princess parts already just as wet as the sea 2, u panties drooping weet and socked with need for Valdimie
“Ohhh please daddy I need it, my coochie is tingling”
Ur word gets hum going with intense adn debilitatng nerf NEED
So sorry guys news device so HWSF. t hard to tupe type with :C
His dick slid against your intimage area, his dripping essence mingling with yours
He slode your panties aasdide and pushed the tip, like the Onion dome of St Basils Chuch, against
You dripping aching cunt.
He take tim e filling you slowly so you fee each inch adn centimeter of his engorged and throbbing member
Your head falls back in exsctasy “OJHHHk….” you manned
nd he MAnned too. TThe feleling of. f your atight wales
Encasing him and sucking his deeper
He filled you deeply until he breached the sensitive barrier of your cachinh aching cervix
“OHHHHH Please full me deeper VlDDDY!”
“Oh baby gur yuo felt so sgoood……. ugh ugh ugh”
Each moan of his pleasure made you wall clench, squeesing him tight like squeezing into a pair of jeans after eating a generous bowl of borscht.
“oh, Bladimir, I can;t i htink i’m gonna……”
You body shakwes violently as you come on his virlie cup
“AHHHH@@!!!!! Bladdy!!!! Vlad@@!!!!”
The feelungb of u tight geat him close t o the edge of falling off thr edge of bluss
But h held back,
His trusts becme hurdle nd fatter as he is losing himswlf in plosure
His cock swells like a sponge left in the sink during washing up after dinner
But you didn’t knew about it acuz your maid did it
Hoa beethunf becined eruged BS
And thun he cams inside your
Hole
Thick hefty spurts fill your waiting womb like a bowl waiting to be filled with borscht
Or a pelmeni dumpling being filled with a serving of meat and veggies
His cum drips our off you down your leg and then down off the belcuny into the city street of Moscow Russia
Cum fell like sno soft and wet onto the winter city
Your love dripping for all too seee
Even the maid
As she cum alung to clean the evideance away offf the balcunty
That day and night Vladimir Jr was conceived in a flurry of pission
Ladimurlove his sun
Vladimir jr
He was a good boy raised by his loving mother ans father
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