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Makarov's mother trailer for MW3. I love her so much.

But also, the things she packs for him:

2 jars of jam (I'm guessing strawberry based on the color)

A container of walnuts

A suit

Caviar (which she decides to leave out)

I love the idea that Makarov wears a suit because his mom wants him to. Like, everyone else wears standard uniforms, but his mom wants only the best for him.

animationMeme…………………..

Maybe his head tips back so the man with him can attack his throat with messy open mouth kisses, hissing when teeth nip at his already sensitive skin. Leaving marks trailing down his neck to his collarbone, sucking on the tattoo there before moving down. Giving equal amount of attention to the tattoos on his chest and stomach before continuing south.

Makarov who’s chilling in his den, gold everywhere around him as well as red meat in the corner. Likely from his recent hunt if not from intruders.

His dragon tail is wrapped around one of his largest piles of gold which is also where Andre is sitting, trying not to fall onto the large dragons tail and make it aware of his presence.

They are on a mission, yet they steal glances from one another when possible. Checking in on one another all while checking each other out.

When they get to Makarov’s quarters there is no holding back.

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No okay listen, 141 and Konni who ends up as reluctant allies to take down a bigger, more dangerous fish.

Price and Makarov despises each other, and having to work together with an agreement to not hurt each other or any member of their teams while this is going on, well it creates tension, you know.

Makarov teases the fuck out of Price, always running his mouth, while Price slams his shoulder into him, trips him, pushes him whenever he gets the chance. Teenagers, really.

Well maybe they end up in a hotel together while something is ongoing. A big hit that they carefully planned for the next day. Staying low seems like the best plan for now. They go to their room, try to get some rest.

It takes Makarov less than 5 minutes to get bored and to come knocking on Price's door.

"Want to kill some time?"

"Fuck off, Vladimir."

Nothing better to release some tension than a rough, feral hate fucking between enemies. They'll never speak of it again, and no one will ever know, and soon enough they will go back to trying to kill each other, the way it was meant to be.

NEKROSMOS WRITING MAKAPRICE? IN MY ASKS? OH MY DAYS.!!!!..!!!!

No but I love this shit man. Enemies forced to work together. Hating the others guts but reluctantly helping each other because it's the only choice they've got. (I feel like, with the way Makarov's so opposed to the idea of West and East cooperating, it'd take like an Alien Invasion of some sorts to get him to agree to this. /j)

Either way they'll make it hell for one another through this temporary alliance. Teenagers like you said, to the point their own teams have to intervene hahahsjdd

That hate fuck would calm their nerves a little though. Absolutely violent, bloody and feral, like two dogs going at each others throat type of thing. Fighting for dominance, still running their mouths degrading the other. If someone walked in they'd think it's a murder attempt. (It's going to be the hardest they've both ever orgasmed though, that I'm sure of ;)]

Disclaimer again:

I had a request for fem Makagraves and I accepted the challenge! It was DEFINITELY hard to do. Much more work than I expected, but also fun.

Other than a few fics, anything other than mlm content is very new to me, but I do like wlw a lot. I will be writing a fic with these two as well.

I promise this isn't a "new" direction for me, I just do like to put some wlw content out there every now and again. It needs more attention.

So please don't leave me because of these renders.

And it only stops when a recruit enters his room to bring him a plate with food for lunch because, seemingly, nolan was too busy to do that and send one of the younger ones instead. Makarov sees the boy, young, small, barely 18, nervous and scared because no one is allowed in the commanders room and this task is usually carried out by Captain Nolan. But in Makarov's brain something already switched and, yes he does remember this boy. He's part of the newest unit of recruits, been here only a month. He remembers greeting them and hearing their names. For maybe the first time, he remembers them all.

And now he's standing in his door. This poor chick all scared and alone. His chick. His Saschka. It doesn't matter the recruit isn't even a hybrid. He is no longer interested in hatching the plastic eggs he used instead of real ones, all his work must've paid out because his baby is right there, and he has to care for him. Of course he knows that nothing could've hatched out of the plastic, but try to tell that to his instincts that were never as motherly as in this moment. He puffs his fluffy feathers and sounds that he surely will deny he ever made in the future leave his mouth, high and short, calling the lonely chick to him, to his mama but he doesn't understand. It takes Vladimir's chicken brain a moment to catch on the fact the recruit couldn't possibly know what he wanted from him. "Don't just stand there, come here. What do you have there?"

Sascha moves instantly but careful of himself nonetheless. He doesn't understand what is playing in the hybrid right now. He puts the the plate down on the nightstand once he stands before the commanders bed. "Captain Nolan send me, he is busy and told me to bring you this." His voice is small and his hands shake. Vladimir knows what this means. The poor thing must be cold. Yeah, that makes sense. He is such a bad mom, he has to take better care of his babies. Has to keep them warm and save.

He takes a look at the plate. He was so caught up in his trance of keeping the fake eggs warm that he barely ate the last days, but he is just now realising how hungry he is. His chick surely is as well. "We should eat something." His voice is so soft and the recruit is too confused to tell him that this is exactly what he's been send here for, before Makarov is already on his feet and on his way out. To Makarovs confusion he doesn't follow immediately, only after being told to with a confused look does he fall into step behind his komandir.

The cantine is always full around lunchtime, and usually that is what keeps Makarov at a save distance on most days, but he doesn't seem to care today as he makes sure he and Sascha both have something edible in hand when he leads him to the table where the rest of his unit already is. And Makarov feels... content, happy even. His chick's are all around him even if they look a little confused and on edge because, why would the commander grace them with his company? And, look, they are eating. How could they not be his chick's? He showed them where to sleep, where to eat and how everything works around here when they first arrived. He taught them, like every good hen should. He's doing great.

Doing basic portrait renders or three page fics for $10 each.