This Might Be A Wild One.

König who's going on cutting bc he wants to get rid of his belly and get a 6 pack x wife!reader who gets worried bc her husband isn't eating as much as he used to (she think he's sick

When you write the animal things do imagine actual animals or hybrids

Hybrids!!! I would NEVER write bestiality or anything with animals; is gross

I like to think the hybrids have animals ears, tails (and horns if they do have it) and a fluffier hair/more body hair. As for physical appearance i like to imagine, for example, cow hybrids are chubbier and tall with curlier/wavy hair. As for cowhybrid!reader, I had in mind the mini highland cows bc they're so adorable look at 'em; but since cowhybrid!reader is a self insert of whoever is reading i prefer to not clarify weight but just that they're shorter than the rest of the cows bc...well, mini highland cow are MINI (the second photo is a mini highland cow compared to a normal sized cow)

so uhh i want to write more stuff about the hybrid farm sooo who u guys think should be the mean coyote bc yeah i love mean man

ive been thinking maybe graves, makarov, krueger or nikto (dont worry abt konig i have special plans for him

You're a lil cow at a hybrid farm, your farmer is the person you love the most, his name is John Price and he loves you too! but you're just a little stubborn cow who refuses to get breed and produce milk to his farm even though you were VERY expensive and that is getting on his nerves, your body was made to make more babies and produce warm milk but you doesn't want to get breed... Until he basically forces you by saying 'if you don't contribute to the farm, you won't be part of it' and of course, you can't quite survive in the wild so you follow your farmer to the stall and... and the bull is scary! he's big, dirty blonde hair, penetrating dark brown eyes that seem to look into your soul and his fur makes it looks like he has a skull on his face, he's twice your size and so intimidating! You're just a cute lil cow, why does you mate have to be so scary? Didn't Price had other bulls that weren't so terrifying?! Like the one with the funny accent or the one that was always wearing a sunglass, they look are definitely are less intimidating than... This thing!

...

Well, at least the babies you and him made are cute and strong, and your milk is as delicious as Price imagined.

Pretty tears... 💧 Pt.2

Vladimir Makarov's daughter! Reader x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

!!warnings: mostly fluff but a bit of angst, reader is russian or partly-russian, reader is 21 years old, emotional Gaz, mentions of near death, starving, hyperventilating

English isn't my first language! I apologize for any gramatical mistakes

part 1

It has been days, even weeks since the last time you saw Gaz, you and him just talking through the old phone he gave you but he was a busy soldier, he practically never had time to talk to you.

The prison food was terrible, nothing that compared to the amazing meals you used to eat back in Russia. Your everyday food was bad cooked rice, bad scrambled eggs and undercooked meat and it was in a small proportion so most of the days you would sleep hungry...

It was a random Tuesday, you were sleeping when you felt the mattress sinking and someone sitting on it. You woke up slowly and you sees Gaz in your bed, looking at you, he looked destroyed, his hair messy and a new scar on his cheek, he had just returned from a mission.

He realizes he woke you up and looks away. "I'm sorry for waking you up, it's just...i missed you." He whispers the last part. You sit on the mattress and yawns, rubbing your eye.

You look at Gaz for a few seconds before he looked back at you. "I bought you something." He smiles a bit, he grabs a chocolate bar from his pocket and gives it to you.

Chocolate? Finally something that wasn't food that looks like it was made by someone that hates eating. You eagerly takes the chocolate and starts eating it immediately, you were starving afterall.

He smiles a bit more seeing you eat so eager and then he looks back at the ground, his smiles fades and he seems like he is in deep thought. "Y/N...what are we?" He asks, not looking directly at you.

You stops eating and looks at Gaz. "What do you mean?" You frowns slightly and he looks at you. "I love you." He confesses, looking at you lovingly. "I almost died in my mission and everything i was thinking about when i was on the floor, bleeding and almost dying was you." He continues, he looks like he was about to cry.

A silence reigns in the room for a few minutes before he sighs. "I'm sorry, i got emotional, it's alright if you don't like me back-" you interrupt him "I love you too Kyle but-" he interrupt you "You love me?" he smiles warmly, the tears starting to fall from his eyes.

He realizes he had interrupted him and wipes away his tears, still smiling and he laughs a bit. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry... go on." He says, laughing a bit.

You sighs and nods. "I love you too but you betrayed me, Kyle." You says with a sad tone, his smiles fades and he nods. "I know but i had no choice. I had to, I'm a soldier and your dad is a threat to society." He says, a bit angry and looks directly at you.

You looks at the ground, remembering all the good moments you had with Gaz... Your first kiss, the movie sessions you had on his house, when you had a snow fight in freezing Russian winter and had a warm bath shower together, how his touch felt on your skin, those cuddle sessions before sleeping, when you made him sing a russian song and his pronunciation was terrible, how you both laughed until crying while baking and the brownies turned out horrible... You starts crying too.

"Shh, shh..." He pulls you closer to his chest while caressing your hair, he wraps his arms around your waist and put you on his lap. He was also crying but comfort you was his priority at this moment. It helps you to compose yourself and you calm down a little.

"I..i love you too Kyle but...i also love my dad." You says, your voice slightly shaky by how much you were crying. He nods and continues caressing your hair. "I understand...but you also have to understand that he is a terrorist and that he isn't a good person..he might be a good dad but he isn't a good human being." He says, trying to make you understand his point.

You were in denial. Makarov raised you as a princess, you went to the best schools in Russia, he gave you a generous allowance and gave you the freedom to buy whatever you wanted in exchange for good grades and good behavior, you had a beautiful party when you turned 18, dressed in the prettiest and most expensive dress he could've find... You couldn't believe that your father was a monster...

"No... no, no, no, he isn't... he isn't like that! I know him! You're wrong!" You practically yells, the tears not stopping...your heart feels like it's going to break.

Gaz sighs and looks at the ground. "I'm sorry... But your father is a terrible person and you have to accept it." He says, almost sounding annoyed but wanting to comfort you and wanting to make you understand.

"No...no..." you whispers as you bursts into tears, almost hyperventilating and your face covered in tears. Gaz sighs and keeps caressing your hair, holding you close.

It hits you like a trunk. You realizes, all those months that Makarov spent away was him planning terrible things, killing innocents and commiting war crimes... Your dad was an war criminal.

"You finally understand, don't you? It must be hard, i know... But I'm here for you... sweetheart." Gaz says lovingly, his voice dropping with affection as he wipes away your tears and calls you cute petnames. He gives you a kiss on the forehead and gives you a water bottle. "Here, it'll make you relax."

With shaky hands, you take the water bottle and drinks it, calming down a bit. Your heart was in pieces and Gaz was determined to put it all together again.

You two stare at each other for a while, he puts a hand on your cheek and pulls you closer... He gives you an affectionate, sweet kiss. It was love, pure love.

Your heart beats fast as you closes your eyes and enjoys the sensation, kissing him back. He wraps his hand around your waist, pulling you even closer.

You break the kiss after a few seconds, both of you panting. "That was... Nice.." you says with a slightly shaky tone, a shy smiling appearing on your face, he smiles back and gives you another kiss on the forehead. "I love you." He says affectionaly "I love you too." You replies, just as affectionate, enjoying his body warmth against yours...

What does the future have in store for you two?

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🌸 this is probably the final part but who knows?

Precious Flower

Vladimir Makarov x Inexperienced!Virgin!Reader

cw: housewife kink, breeding kink, makarov is an asshole and a softie at the same time, kinda toxic relationship, forced marriage, p in v, misogynistic makarov if you squint, he's mean :(, rough sex, virgin inexperienced reader, unprotected sex

Makarov had everything he wanted — power, strength, money and loyal soldiers but there was one thing he wanted the most —, a wife.

He grew up in a very unstable household, his father used to yell at his mother for everything and his mother would yell back, they were both abusive to each other, he still remembers the day his mother threatened to poison his father, she was the one that cooked after all and how his father yelled names at her.

He didn't wanted that... Well, he doesn't want a woman that stands for herself, that's it. So he got you — an young inexperienced thing from a poor family that had more mouths than they could feed and wanted to get rid of you as soon as possible for some good money —, he knew it was illegal but he doesn't care, he's a terrorist after all.

You were such a shy, scared thing and Makarov didn't quite helped. While exploring his house (that apparently was your house too now), you accidentally found a secret room at the basement, full of guns, knives and gear and when he found you there, he basically dragged you upstairs and told you not to go there again.

Makarov just wanted three things when he gets back home — food, shower and some pussy — You always prepare his favorite meal each time he came back. Filled the bathtub with warm water and soap. But the last one you were always reluctant so the far it went was some blowjob. But today, he was determined to finally get inside of you, he was your husband after all, he deserves it.

After a long deployment, he gets home at night, approximately 8pm, he was tired, hungry, stinky and horny. "дорогой, where are you?" He calls out when he steps inside the house. "Here!" You shout back and he follows your voice, finding you cooking.

He, still in gear and dirty, hugs you from behind, pressing his cock against you, you can feel it, of course you can. "Mhm... What are you preparing?" He whispers in your ear. "It's your favorite, I can't remember that name..." You answer, getting tense as you feel him basically humping against you. It's not his fault, he gets so aroused just watching you doing domestic stuff, he's a bastard.

"I'm not hungry for food." He says in a dark and lustful tone before forcefully turning off the stove and picking you up, making you scream in surprise. "Vlad-" "Just shut up." He cuts you off, going upstairs, carrying you as if you weighted nothing.

He throws you in the bed and starts taking off his gear in a hurry, you just... Watch, he was so desperate it was quite amusing, you never knew you could have this power on a man. Soon, he was just in his boxers, he was muscular, full or tattoos on his upper body and a stab wound on one of his shoulders. "See? This is the body of a man."

"uh, i-i-" "Don't stutter, my woman speaks what's in her mind." He cuts you off again, he was always like this 'my woman dresses nicely' 'my woman is always clean and showered' 'my woman always cooks for me' 'my woman sucks my cock when i ask her to' 'my woman let me grope her without complaining' 'my woman obeys'

You gulps, "I... I'm not sure if im ready, Vlad." Nervous, you look away from him. He just... Stares at you, "I'll make you be." He gets in bed and helps you take off your dress, your body so soft compared to him, no battle scar, no scary tattoo, no wound scar, so warm and safe.

He kisses you, it was desperate and wet, you were inexperienced so— "You're a bad kisser." You just nod, embarrassed. He smirks, enjoying how embarrassed you were getting and then he goes down on your body, starting by kissing your neck and marking you, with his teeth and scent, eliciting soft moans from you.

He doesn't waste time with your breasts, he just goes straight to between your legs. He practically rips off your panties, making you flinch by how aggressive he was getting. "Don't be scared, it'll just hurt more if you get scared." He starts playing with your little bundle of nerves, enjoying the reactions he was getting out of you.

"Hm... You're so wet, you're enjoying this, aren't you?" He teases and you nod, he frowns and slaps your pussy, "Speak." "Y-yes, i-" another slap, "Don't stutter." "Yes!" Another one, "Louder!" "YES!" "That's it." He smirks seeing the tears forming in your eyes, it hurt so good, so pleasurably painful.

He goes around the entrance of your pussy with his finger before inserting one, "Mhm... Are you a virgin?" He asks and you nod, "What a pity, I'm not going easy on you." He warns and inserts another finger, you were so wet it was basically sliding in and out. He was so good with his fingers, applying enough pleasure on your clit and the right amount of speed to make you see stars.

Your back arch, it didn't took long for you to orgasm, you've already played with yourself before but it was nothing compared to this. He was starting to get impatient, he takes your fingers out of inside of you and forces his fingers inside your lips, making you suck them clean.

Makarov grabs your legs and puts them in his shoulders, releasing his leaking cock from the prison that was his boxers. He wasn't that long length wise but was thick, you knew that stretch was gonna hurt. He puts the tip in, making a wave go through your body, "W-wait-" he looks at you. "What's wrong?" He frowns, "I'm-" "It hurts?" "N-no, it's that-" "Then shut up." He makes you gulp, nodding.

He inserts the rest of his cock, it wasn't long but it reached just the right places, "Черт... Ты такой узкий." (Shit, you're so tight...) He moans, your walls sucking him in. Tears roll down your eyes, it did hurt, you hug him, scratching his back as a way to relieve the pain, he seems to like that as he let out a moan.

He starts moving slowly but it didn't took long for him to get faster and harder, he was so lost in the sensation of your warm, wet insides squeezing him, his hips moving like his life depends on it. "Блядь, блять... о боже... Сними это дерьмо, я хочу увидеть твои сиськи." (Shit, shit... Oh god... Take off that shit, I want to see your tits.) He then rips off your bra and starts going faster, enjoying seeing your breasts moving as he thrust in you.

He plays with your nipple, pinching them and squeezing your boobs. You were seeing stars, it was your first time, yes it hurts, but it was so good. You cum with a loud moan and he cums not so long after, finishing inside of you. "Ты будешь выглядеть такой красивой беременной." (You'll look so beautiful pregnant.)

You two were breathless, sweaty, he falls next to you, breathing heavy. You lay next to him on your side, feeling his seed leak out of you. After a few minutes, he gets up and picks you up, going to the bathroom. You had prepared a bathtub for him for when he get back, good move.

He puts you inside and then get in, hugging you from behind. "Was i too harsh?" "No..." You answer, sleepy. He rests his head against yours, smelling your shampoo, he loved your scent, so different from yours, he smelled like cigarettes, mud, sweat and you like... Home, cozy, floral and sweet. "Did it hurt?" "A little bit..." He frowns a bit, "Tell me if it hurts, I don't want to harm you." You nod, closing your eyes, "I will..."

He cleans the both of you, soaping your body with care and covering you with a warm towel. He doesn't bother to dress the two of you, so you and him sleep naked, so close to each other, he holds you like if he let you go, you'll disappear.

Maybe he has everything he always wanted now.

König was still getting used to office work; this wasn't his way of working. He would rather smack the shit out of someone instead of being sat in a desk for the whole day and dealing with paperwork.

Wearing a tie and suit wasn't his thing; he kind of missed the weight of the gear on his body and the uniform that was all sweaty and dirty by the end of the day.

But you, you make it less miserable. You were the one to make sure he was ready to go, his sweet wife that makes his life worth living and that he loves with all his heart.

You always enjoyed tying his tie before he went to work, and he always enjoyed watching you. It was so adorable seeing his sweet wife so focused, with your tongue peeking out of your lips and your brow furrowed (the way you tie isn't the greatest, but he won't tell you that; he loves you too much). And then giving him a little kiss before he goes to work.

Last night, he arrived late, and when he got home, you were already sleeping and dinner was cold. He had to heat it up in the microwave and eat without you, had to wash the dishes without you, had to shower without you, and just then, he could cuddle your warm, soft body. He wanted more; he was needier that night, but, maybe you had a bad day, were tired or something, he didn't want to wake you up, having to take care of himself alone in the bathroom. He never imagined he would ever do anything like that again after getting married, but, oh well, he doesn't want to bother his sweet wife, who was always so caring and loving.

In the morning, everything went as usual; you cooked him breakfast while he showered. Of course, he called you to help him with his tie, the innocent sweet thing you always did before saying goodbye. But he was restless, his leg shaking, breathing a little too heavily, and the hands on your waist a bit too tight.

Fuck it, you looked too irresistible helping him like that, looking too cute tying your husband's tie, tongue peeking out, eyebrows furrowed, hands slightly touching his chest.

All of a sudden, he picks you up and throws you in the bed, the bulge in his pants now looking a lot more obvious...

Let's just say you had to help him with his clothes again and that he was late to work.

YOUR MAKAROV X VIRGIN READER WAS SO GOOD it got into my dreams last night and let's just fucking say it was the best night sleep i've had in a while. his forcefulness was so scary and soooo good <3

and i don't need to squint to see the misogyny , it's loud and clear coming from him ;D

Ajsgsjgajzvs thanks for the feedback im glad u liked it !!!

i didn't know if i hadmade the misogyny part obvious enough so i put it like that lol

anyways i love makarov, especially 09 Makarov he's so terrible i want to eat him

Hesh... Is him a new religion?🤭🧎🏻‍♀️

My sweet boy has always been a religion💗

The way I'd swallow his whole fat, hairy cock down my throat like a starving snake is insane. Owner of my womb #1 right here.

I want to eat him but not in a vore way

extremely late-in-the-day daily König sketch😔💤I’m so sleepy