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[narcissistnihilist]

Can I request russia breeding the reader? Him putting the reader into a mating press since he wants some kids😛😛😛

getting bred by ivan

AFAB reader | mdni | smut | not proofread

notes: oh this is DISGUSTING.. but a great idea hashhsuahahehhja.. ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)

ivan genuinely liked you. and despite his trained, calm smile, he didn’t like a lot of people. you were different to him. and ivan never really expressed sexual desires (or desires in general) that he had— when he thought of something, normally, his hand would do the trick.

and yes, ivan jerks off. doesn’t everyone? he’s just more careful about it than most. none of this is to say that ivan necessarily faked his personality. he just wasn’t open about his thoughts. but you were. you were someone who loved the dirty talk. who chased it. and ivan would give it to you, but only if he was sure you were asking for it.

“ivan?” your head turned.

you and him were sat on his bed together. ivan would get pretty lonely out in the snow, in the middle of basically nowhere, so you made it a duty to visit him whenever you could.

“mmhm?” he’d gently hum, keeping his face towards the tv screen that was playing a random movie that was obsolete to the moment.

“aren’t you warm?”

he finally looked over at you, keeping his never-faltering smile, “did you forget we are in russia?”

“yeah.. but your heating is on and this bed is warm.” you excused.

“.. are you asking me to undress myself?”

you blinked with a sigh, looking off. the goal was to be a natural-kind of sexy about it, but his bluntness ruined it.

“yeah.” your head nodded, “that’s.. yeah.”

“oh. okay.” he nodded back, his lips curving up a bit more.

as you watched ivan remove his clothes, you thought more about him. if you ever wanted to get down and dirty wit him, he’d almost never refuse. the only times he would refuse would be when he was genuinely busy with something, and even then he’d express that he was sorry and wanted to.

ivan always came down to the same quote— ‘if i could, i would.’. because of this, you’d always make it clear to him that it was totally okay to refuse your advances. he seemed to understand before you’d even mention it. your train of thought seemed to immediately halt when you saw his bare chest.

the sight felt beautiful to you. ivan wouldn’t let himself be vulnerable around just anyone— it was a risk to russia’s reputation. your body shifted closer to him and your hand raised to feel the warm skin. ivan simply watched your hand while quietly humming once more.

“.. y’know..” your own head landed onto his bare shoulder, “this is working me up a bit.”

“is it?” he questioned, “would you like to do something more?”

“yea.”

“okay, любимый.” ivan moved himself, turning his back to the tv so that he could carefully push you down.

as your hair hit back against the pillow, your eyebrows barely furrowed as you glanced away. ivan was always gentle with sex. it was nice— and it was heartwarming to see his care in its full glory, but..

it didn’t always fulfill you. the lack of dirty talking or elongated foreplay almost agitated you too much to help you remain wet and horny. but you knew ivan wasn’t purposely trying to irritate you. after all, communicating what you want is how you get what you want.

he leant down to softly kiss you. what started as a regular kiss derailed into a makeout. in between breaths, you decide to speak out the dirty talk you craved from him.

“i want you inside of me..” you panted, “badly..”

“you will get it..” he assured you, “don’t worry, миленький..”

“ungh.. but i want it now..”

ivan left your lips and moved down to your neck, unbuttoning your pajama shirt for you. his tongue left salivary art upon the skin.

“let me take this off for you, then..” he mumbled.

“fuck, yes, ivan!”

your dirty talk had worked— he was being vocal for a change. his smiling face was buried where your neck and shoulder meet, pounding into you roughly. you could even hear soft groans leave his lips— a rare occurrence, even in bed.

“m-mmh.. you feel so good, любимый..” he ran his hands down your weak body, eventually pausing on your hips and gripping them securely.

“i-ivan..” you whimpered, unable to stop the one reoccurring thought you had, “.. i-ivan, please..”

his response was a hard thrust and a whisper of, “yes?”

“d-don’t pull out.”

ivan stopped. it gave you both confusion and a moment to catch your breathe.

“i-ivan?” you stammered worriedly when you came back to your senses. was that too dirty for him?

a minute. he didn’t responded for a full minute. but then, he did.

“.. you don’t want me to pull out?” ivan sat up.

he stared down at you. his eyes.. god, those eyes. they had a sudden spike of lust in them. and more shockingly, his smile was gone.

“.. no..” you confirmed.

a pit of nervousness formed in your stomach. something had drastically changed in him.

“are you sure?”

your legs just barely moved, but ivan’s hands caught them. he pushed them down by your sides, painfully open.

“f-fuck— fuck yes.. yes, ivan.. yes.” your body subconsciously twitched.

your mind was gone. as your head lolled back mindlessly and your eyes did the same, ivan continued to relentlessly pound your tired hole with that thick cock you never thought you’d get to experience this way.

with the way he was ontop of you and the position you were both in, there was no closing your legs. letting him fuck your brains out was pretty much the only option. and as soon as you brought up the idea of not pulling out, ivan rushed to it.

his smile had returned, but it almost seemed patronising now, “you like it, сладкая шлюшка?”

you had no idea what his russian words meant, but they sounded both loving and condescending. he clearly enjoyed seeing you so.. ruined. disheveled, even.

“.. y-yes.. ngh..” your mouth drooled just barely.

his thrusts weren’t the gentle ones you were used to. they were hard and rough. and with each thrust, he made sure to nestle himself deep inside your pussy, just to make sure that if he accidentally came, it would be deep within you.

“if you get pregnant..” he leaned down further to talk to you, “we are keeping it, хорошо?”

“o-okay—“

“good.” he gave your throat a small nuzzle, “and if you don’t, we are doing this again until you do.”

he slammed his hips back and forth into you, until eventually he began to let out moans of his own. they turned you on even more, and it became apparent that cumming inside of you had been a long-term desire of his that he didn’t have the confidence to act upon.

his right hand fled down your stomach until it reached your abdomen, and then your clit. his smooth thumb rubbed your swollen clit in circles, causing you to tremble.

“i-ivan— i-i can’t take—“

“yes you can.” he flashed you that signature, kind smile.

“i-i can’t—“

“yes you can.” he repeated more menacingly.

so, you shut yourself up and drowned out your own protests with whines. not much longer passed until ivan’s moans became more desperate and animalistic, and so did his rough hip-movements.

“o-oh— ah—!” his eyebrows creased as he leaned downwards more comfortably. his position probably wasn’t comfortable, but he didn’t seem to care.

with a back arch and a tight grip of your hips, ivan came. but despite his euphoria, he made sure to push himself deep inside. the feeling of his warm cum filling you was enough to cause your own orgasm, which was surprisingly a lot less dramatic than his.

both of you spent a long time jus breathing and processing. ivan refused to pull out for a good while. but when he did, he collapsed onto you tiredly. his already sleepy face was buried into your collarbone, and your hand raised to stroke his hair.

you figured that getting bred by him.. wasn’t going to be a one-time occurrence.

second note: sorry if this sucks anon.. i was half asleep while writing it (ᵕ ´ ∇ ˋ ˶) and i also find it funny how it’s a universally accepted thing that ivan is into breeding lol

[thewatcher727]

Writing Description Notes:

Updated 9th September 2024 More writing tips, review tips & writing description notes

Facial Expressions

Masking Emotions

Smiles/Smirks/Grins

Eye Contact/Eye Movements

Blushing

Voice/Tone

Body Language/Idle Movement

Thoughts/Thinking/Focusing/Distracted

Silence

Memories

Happy/Content/Comforted

Love/Romance

Sadness/Crying/Hurt

Confidence/Determination/Hopeful

Surprised/Shocked

Guilt/Regret

Disgusted/Jealous

Uncertain/Doubtful/Worried

Anger/Rage

Laughter

Confused

Speechless/Tongue Tied

Fear/Terrified

Mental Pain

Physical Pain

Tired/Drowsy/Exhausted

Eating

Drinking

Warm/Hot

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[baynton]

[imsoofuckingsad-deactivated2018]

it’s like i always say: fuck

[sleepyz-circus]

I love your William Afton fics! Are you still into him?

Yay!!! I’m glad people are still enjoying them 🩷🩷

As for the other thing — yes I am 👀

[sleepyz-circus]

haha guys if you like my writing you should look at my janitor ai (link below — and yes I am taking bot requests)

My bots so far:

* William Afton

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[superbbirdofparadise]

Partially-colorblind William Afton who thinks he is Blue Guy.

[sleepyz-circus]

They’re colored now yipppeeeee

[sleepyz-circus]

my favvvv fic of yours was the first William Afton fic you had, 2021ish. what happened to it?

I scoured ao3 but I can’t even remember the name

Ooooooffff I deleted that a loooonnnggg time ago. I still have it into google docs bc I plan on rewriting it!! I never was suuuuper happy with it and cringed every time I saw it. But I’m glad others like you still enjoyed it :’))

If you’d like me to tag you when I post the re-write, feel free to send me a message 🩷🩷

[sleepyz-circus]

They arent colored yet but uhm....

yeah

[ilikeit-art]

[cartoondog]

we are gonna be vacuuming up this post for the next five years

[im-a-dragon-cawcaw]

[pisshandkerchief]

you there 🫵 sexualize this old man with me.

[its-funnytwittertweets]

[zombieritual]

well personally i like it when there’s incest and necrophilia and murder and cannibalism and abuse and torture and gore and mutilation and body horror and sexual depravity and death.

[winpocalypse]

[salvadorbonaparte]

you come into my room and see me sitting on my bed under a pile of blankets. Fairy lights on the wall. A hot cup of coffee and some freshly baked cookies by my side. Cozy as hell. You look at my laptop with its dozens of tabs open. They're all titled things like "choosing human flesh?" "anthropophagi and eaters of raw flesh" and "cannibalism during the first crusade"

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael just wants to protect Gregory in FNAF