#vladimir makarov reboot

[koxana2101]

!NSFW! I've been working on it for TOO long, please give this drawing a warm welcome 🙏

I also post on Instagram!

At first when i drew him, he didn't have any tattoos, but suddenly I remembered that HE HAS tattoos, so I had to make tattoos, and since I'm a lazy ass I copy-paste the tattoos on him. But hey, the rest is all drawn :3

[benslittlestarkiller]

Vladimir Makarov Headcannon Imagines

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

You love him. Raise him to fight in war

The wing

[emmster]

Six fanarts: cod edition. Got a loooot of suggestions from Instagram and tiktok

[nrdmssgs]

Again, im so not sorry.

[local-crying-boy]

🅅🄻🄰🄳🄸🄼🄸🅁 🄼🄰🄺🄰🅁🄾🅅

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𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 - 𝔻𝕒𝕪 13

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚅𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚟 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝: 𝙳𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙳𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 (𝙾𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢), 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝:

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Translations:

понял? - Understood?

хорошая девочка - good girl

солдат - soldier

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Vladimir Makarov. The infamous Russian terrorist. Everyone who knew that man knew to think ten times over before they talk to him, watch their back with him, make sure to be on his good side.

Though, you were able to remain on the Commander’s good side no matter what. At first, people wondered why. Why was this one person able to get on Makarov’s nerves and not be yelled at, or punished, no matter what?

Well, there was a simple answer to that: the two of you were dating.

But you weren’t left unpunished, that was something Makarov made sure of. Even if his men didn’t see it, you weren’t let off so easily.

You first had reservations about dating your Commander, however, after some time, you realised that the authority that he had from commanding the Konni group, could be easily carried over to your relationship - just a little less harsh.

“Are you trying to humiliate me, hmm?” He questioned, his hands were pinning your wrists down to the desk he had you leaned against, his lips pressing against the back of your neck as he was buried his cock deep inside of you, pulling out and then slamming back into you with a grunt. “Undermining me in front of my own men.”

You gave him a quick shake of the head, panting as you tried your best to make coherent sentences, your eyes focused on the various different paper on the desk you were suddenly pinned to not moments ago. “No… no, of course not…”

“No?” He questioned, but he tutted, his hand trailing to the front of your neck, wrapping his fingers around it, squeezing lightly just to hear that pretty little moan from your lips. “Then why is it that you’ve been contradicting every decision I make?”

It had been an exaggeration, of course. But, really, it was an excuse just to get you in this position, ass planted against his abdomen with his cock deep inside of your pussy and his chest pressed against your back.

“I didn’t mean to-” you tried to explained, but was met with Vladimir’s quiet shush, his lips right by your ear as he did so, sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m your Commander.” He reminded, wet kisses travelling down your navel to your exposed collarbone, his hand that was holding your wrist down started to travel to your thigh. “You listen to me, понял?”

“Yes…” you whispered faintly, your breath hitching when you felt delicate touches on your thigh, his fingers that was caressing over the skin only going higher.

You wouldn’t even try and defend yourself now, you knew that, if you did, he would only prolong your organism, or he’d drag out more than he did the previous time, leaving you a shaking mess.

“Tell me you understand.” He growled, his fingers flexing around your neck as his lips pressed against your temple. His eyes were fixated on your figure, even if his face was closer to your hair, he loved to see how you fitted in his arms. Almost like a puzzle piece.

“I understand,” you whimpered under your breath, your hands were holding onto the wood so hard that they started to ache, but with a rougher thrust into your soaked pussy, after a loud moan, you added: “Commander…”

“хорошая девочка.” He praised, his index finger had pressed against your clit, causing you to let out a soft moan. It was barely anything. A light touch. A tease, really.

“Commander…” you mewled out, eyes squeezing shut as your felt yourself tightened around Makarov’s shaft.

“Ah, ah, солдат.” He tutted against, his hand squeezing your throat again. “Eyes open.”

You let out a small whine, taking a breath as your eyes opened again, finding somewhere for your eyes to fixate on while he fucked you.

A quiet ‘there you go…’ reached your ears, Makarov’s thumb gently rubbing the side of your neck, a stark contrast to how he had you in a harsh grasp.

The edge of the desk was digging into your skin, causing an uncomfortable sensation in your thighs, but mixed with how well Makarov could take you - cock buried inside deep and finger just lightly pressing against your clit - you were, ultimately, contradicted with sensations over your body.

“Oh, God… Vladimir….” You muttered, letting out a small whine, a shaking breath escaping your lips as your eyes started to water.

“You’re crying?” He mused quietly, a dark chuckle escaping his mouth. He tutted afterwards, thrusting deep inside of you. “Pathetic thing, no need to cry.”

You whimpered quietly, you were looking down at the desk, but your head was pulled up by Vladimir’s hand around your neck, causing you to let out a gasp.

“Maybe you’re right to cry,” he whispered in your ear, biting your earlobe. “Naughty girl like you, hm? Finally getting what you deserve?”

His thick cock thrusted inside of your tight, wet hole, his movements only getting faster, rougher. In the process, you got louder, cried and moans filling the room as you felt your pussy clamp around his member like a vice.

“You gonna come, солдат?” He asked, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. “Hm? You gonna come around my cock? Go on then… cum for your Commander.”

He continued his relentless attack to your hole, grunting in your ear as he pushed his entirety of his length inside of you. You quivered and shook as tears started to stream down your cheeks, though the tears had seemed to make Makarov go even faster.

Your orgasm hit like a truck, a cry escaping your lips as you tensed up, Makarov’s hands tightening their already hard grasp. You heard his Russian accent, quiet ‘there you go’s and ‘that’s it’s meeting your ears.

He had slowed down, only to lean back into your ear. “I’m not done with you, солдат. You haven’t learnt yet, have you?”

“No, Commander…” you breathed out, your voice quiet and shaken.

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Kinktober {2024} Masterlist

[paradamaxima]

What did he see? 👀

[eloisyw8]

Comparison

Original sound

This was just for fun test, i love both versions of makarov 💜

[rosebarry16]

Price : we got makarov behind bars

Soap : thank god

Gaz : what do you think he'll feel when he wakes up for the first time in that place?

Soap : probably get beaten up or something

*meanwhile in gulag*

Makarov opens his eyes : hm..

A rat standing infort of him: 👁👁

Makarov : 👁👁

[snapppeedpie]

Some sketches of the OG Makarov and Reboot Makarov, They don't know when I adore that mf 😭✨🤍✨🤍✨

[dustofwarfare]

"It's good to see you both...You, too."

So "you both" is Ivan and Andrei, obvs, but the "...you, too," always makes me laugh for some reason. It's like when you run into someone in the grocery store but you don't know why you know them, and they clearly remember YOU enough to stop and chat or something. Is Makarov just being polite? Does he even know this guy? IDK but it makes me giggle to think of him, during his prison escape, wracking his brain for Mr. Third Guy's name.

Watching because for some reason my brain decided today I should write a kinktober Makarov/Andrei praise kink fic, lol.

[mortal-kombattore-115]

Reboot and OG Makarov siblings!

[4kills23deaths]

no but why the fuck does nobody talk about the fact that reboot makarov CANONICALLY discovered his father's dead, HANGING body at the tender age of ELEVEN

[benslittlestarkiller]

Violent Ends.

A Vladimir Makarov x Reader story.

”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."

[applbottmjeens]

NEW REGIME

(HD Ver. On my Patreon)

Happy 2024! The twins are canonically in their early early 20s this year and I'm hoping to make more content about them and their hot sociopath uncle everyone forgets is a terrorist sometimes. tried to do a thing with the eye colors of the twins reflecting onto makarov's and where Nikita has more light on his face than the more nocturnal/secretive Nikolay bc idk 

I TRIED

IT CAME OUT KINDA MID.

[pararinn]

Ive seen more of this man that I ever thought i would in my lifetime

[paradamaxima]

She girl on my boss till I