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murderkittyz · 27 days ago

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The Spetsnaz with a Breeding Kink

Spetz Boys X f!Reader

I just couldn't help myself with this one y'all. I had to do it.

Summary: Headcanons for the Spetz boys and they want to put a baby in you...BAD.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, breeding kink, reader is not on birth control, Spetz boys do not care and will not be using condoms, p in v creampie, rough sex, cum as lube, pregnancy, reader is smol, lactation kink (minor mention)

Word Count: 1.1k

Russian Terms Used:

Printsessa = Princess

Krasivaya = Beautiful

Shuhrat "Fuze" Kessikbayev

Shuhrat is on the quieter side, so the way he enjoys this kink is a bit more subtle than others.

At first he just likes to think about what it would be like to have you carrying his baby, but he won't talk about it yet, he doesn't want to scare you away

When you start having sex, he isn't pushy, but he won't hesitate to fuck you when you even so much as mention it.

He loves to be able to see your face while he does it. He wants to see your eyes roll back and your lips parted in breathy moans while your cunt gushes over his cock.

Even more, he wants to look at you while he comes.

He's frozen when his cock is buried completely to the hilt, shooting hot ropes into you, pumping you full with every drop until he's completely drained.

He wants to make sure his dick is in as far as it can go so you don't lose a single drop.

"Look at how well you take me," he says while he thrusts up into you some more, pushing his seed further inside.

He won't pull out of you until he's fully soft and has no choice. He revels in the way you look on your back with cum dripping out of your pussy.

"I can't wait to see what you look like with a big pregnant belly." He'd say in a low tone, touching your abdomen with a large hand.

He's not done either, he's going to fuck you every night for several nights until you get a positive test, and then he isn't going to stop telling you how happy he is to know you're carrying his child.

Alexsandr "Tachanka" Senaviev

Alexsandr is a big man, and he's always loved the idea of fucking into your small frame and breeding you with his babies. When the time finally came, he was not shy about it.

His favorite way to take you is bent over, face in the mattress, with his cock buried deep inside your soaked cunt. You cried the first time, but told him to keep going anyway. Secretly he was glad you cried...he kinda liked the way it sounded.

He enjoys looking down and seeing your pussy split over his dick while he pushes in deeper and harder.

When he comes, filling you to the brim with his white heat, he loves the wet sound it makes when he fucks it into you the second he gets hard again, using it instead of lube.

It takes several hours of breeding you until he's satisfied, and you're nearly passed out from exhaustion and overstimulation.

He knows it's not likely to happen, but he's secretly hoping you'll be pregnant with quadruplets. He wants you to be as big and round as possible.

He also cannot wait for you to start lactating. The idea of replacing the crap at the store with your breast milk is what gives Alexsandr life these days.

When you do get pregnant, he's on his knees worshipping the ground you walk on, and he tells you constantly how beautiful you look all big and round with his baby in you.

Timur "Glaz" Glazkov

Timur is anything but a selfish lover, but when the thought of you carrying his child enters his mind, he can't stop thinking about it, and all the things he wants to do to you to make it happen.

It becomes almost an obsession for him, he's painting it, drawing it, it's always running through his thoughts. So when he finally gets to fuck you, you can imagine it's messy.

His mouth is all over you while he stuffs you with his cock. He's kissing you, sucking on your neck, and nipping at each breast until you're whining through each orgasm.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk, printsessa." He would say with his face buried in your neck.

He meant what he said, and he would fuck you relentlessly, taking his usually selfless nature out of the equation. He wants you good and used up, pussy dripping with excess cum.

When he's finished inside of you for the third time, and is frustrated, unable to get himself hard again, he demands that you stay on your back while he draws you like that.

"You look so good, do not move." He'll say. "Keep it inside, don't let anymore fall out."

As he draws you, he gets hard again, but won't fuck you until he's done with his work.

Maxim "Kapkan" Basuda

The usual quiet, calm, and collected Maxim goes completely feral at the thought of breeding you. The moment you mention wanting to have a kid, he's already thinking about all the ways he wants to split you open.

He always wanted to be a dad, and thinking about how good you'll look carrying his child...oh he can hardly stand it.

Like an animal in the wild he's mounting you, face down into the bed. He likes the way you sound whimpering underneath him.

When he's done bending you over every surface in your house, he then likes to take his fingers and shove the cum back into you. Any bit that's dribbled down your thighs is getting stuffed back in there.

"You have such a cute little pussy, krasivaya, so good at taking my cum." He'd tell you while pumping his thick digits in and out of you.

He's also going to have you naked as much as possible, so he can take you any time he's good and ready. You spend most of your time at home either filled with Maxim's cock, or filled with his spend.

When you are pregnant, his hands are on you almost at all times. If he can touch you, then he can protect you. He becomes very overprotective, to a point that drives you a little crazy.

He also can't stop fucking you while you're pregnant though. The feeling of sucking on your swollen tits while your cunt crushes his cock in orgasm has no comparison.

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Don't know what came over me with this one. Just had to get it out of my system. Let me know if you want me to do the other groups! I don't mind writing m!Reader if one of the groups has a woman in it (GSG9 for instance)

#you just know tachanka is trying every trick in the book to try and get quadruplets #even if he knows it won’t realistically work

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murderkittyz · 1 month ago

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Weight of Power (F!Reader)

Apart of this general King!Titus AU where it's set in a medieval-fantasy oriented world. Not meant to have 'deep' worldbuilding. He's older, greying and heftier because i'm a slut for that sort of thing.

This is something I just whipped up today because I’ve been struggling with trying to write and wanted to do something that I thought was appealing as a concept.

Warnings: Smut - towards the end. He's a total munch. Also fingering with gauntlets on.

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Negotiations had failed. Normally, the disputes and conflicts would be minor - easy to break up with the distribution of a few choice soldiers. The King had nothing to do other than wave his hand, wait a few days or weeks, then get news that the problem was quelled either by negotiation or a bit of force if any bandits or sorcerous powers had grown more 'organized'. But this was different. After refusing to drain the treasury to pacify these sorcerous powers and quell their threats, they took to burning parts of the countryside, and their rage had grown far more intense. Now the King had to get involved but.. he was rather rusty in the field of battle, having become accustomed to the politics of his court since his coronation - as well as the food and the drink. His stomach was more rounded compared to before, becoming a pad of fat that sat over the muscles, softened by his age and somewhat sedentary lifestyle since becoming king. The wrinkles, cellulite, crow's feet and the greying hair were more indicators that he was no longer a young buck of a prince, but he didn't let the privileges of being king muddy his mind. He had a fair rule, a strong belief in justice and always aimed to better the lives of those in his land. In a way, love for his people, food and drink had made him soft. "My lord.. I do not think it wise for you to go out there." You softly protested to the back of your King. He was in the process of sharpening his blade for the inevitable, and he didn't answer your plea. As a dedicated member of his court, you couldn't help but worry about the possible consequences of this old war horse heading into the fray of battle after years of calm. "You're the king for Throne's sake! This conflict isn't worth putting your life on the line for when you have many, many capable and willing men who would go to the ends of the earth to defend your dynasty." Titus exhaled as he brought the sword into the gilded scabbard that sat on his hip. Glancing over his shoulder, his gaze seemed stony. "If I go with my men, the enemy will take the message that I am not one to trifle with. My.. inactivity and indulgence has weakened my reputation." You would come to sigh, understanding where he was coming from. If he sent someone else to lead his troops in this conflict, it would further cement him as an aged leader who had no prowess with the sword and lost his touch with military tactics. Without protesting any further, you’d opt to assist with his armoring due to the many years that had passed since his last armed conflict.

The sabatons and greaves were easy to put on, clasping nicely against his feet and shins.. maybe a little snug but it wasn’t too bad. The cuisses were an even tighter squeeze around his thighs. The king was… out of shape, to put it nicely. He had to help by applying pressure to the metal plates from the front while you knelt behind him and tightened the leather down.

The King's expression softened as he noticed your brows knit together in an expression of worry while you grasped the edge of his cuirass, running your thumbs over the ornate metal trim. Your mind couldn't help but linger on the idea of death. The queen had already died a few years prior, if the king were to be killed, the subsequent power vacuum and- "My lady." Titus interrupted your thoughts, his eyes displaying a familiar softness you were used to seeing as a servant in his court. You snapped from the negativity clouding your mind and carried the cuirass to him, stepping on an old wooden crate to slip it over his head. He sighed softly at the familiar feeling of those old leather straps on his thick shoulders, as well as the weight of the breast and back plates.

"It has been a long, long time since i've had to wear this." He remarked with a rap of his fist against his chest, listening to the sonorous clang of calloused knuckles hitting the finely made armor. "I do hope it still fits."

"It will, my liege." You couldn't resist a small laugh.. which was quick to die off as you began to tighten the two plates together only to find they wouldn't budge anymore than where they ended up. This left about an 1 1/2 inch gap between the breast and back plates - a vulnerable spot for someone to pike your noble king in the side.

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He noted your silence and lifted his burly arm to peer down at your slightly stooped form. Your expression, while subtle, didn't hide the fact you felt mortified that your dear king may have done enough feasting that he couldn't fit in his personalized armor.

"I.." He began, before clearing his throat and resting his hand over his stomach, a little too embarrassed to try finding an excuse to defend his... indulgence.

"My liege," You met his gaze again, clutching the leather strap with a tight fist in preparation for the tug-of-war that would need to be done to get this armor on tightly. "There's no chance i'll be able to find a cuirass in your size in a timely manner." "Right..."

"So please forgive me for the tight squeeze." With a hard yank and your nimble fingers lacing the leather into the buckle, you were able to get the back and chest plate to touch. No gaps. No opportunities for him to get a knife in the side. With one side done, the remaining buckle on his other side was easier to clasp shut around his doughy love handles.

Titus exhaled once he was finally compressed into his cuirass, definitely feeling the pressure, but it wasn't painful. Merely... tighter then he remembered. "Thank you, my lady. Upon my return, I will see to it that I have a new cuirass commissioned to.. accommodate the changes i've experienced in my old age."

You couldn't resist a small laugh. "Changes from your old age?"

"..and becoming a bit too fond of feasting and drinking." He glanced up at the rafters, evading your mirthful eyes as he admitted the truth. Once you had finished with dressing your beloved king in his fine armor, you took a step back and admired the beauty of it all. Precious metals were inlayed on the broad chestplate, coming to form the heraldic aquila symbol.

While the king had aged, he maintained a sort of grace and regality that was enhanced by his crow's feet, forehead lines and heavy eye bags. He looked wise. Capable.

Titus turned on his heels in the direction of the stables, aiming to mount his Barbary horse and ride off with his men within the next few moments.

"Wait, my lord..-"

He paused, granting you his full attention. You would present a floral embroidered handkerchief from your apron pocket, grabbing his gauntleted hand and close his fingers around the delicate fabric. "For luck."

A smile would crease his features as he basked in your presence, cupping his large hands around your face. His thumb would tuck stray lock behind your ear with a discrete swipe, the cool metal feeling wonderful against your warm skin. "There is no need for you to bear worry on your heart, my lady. I will return."

His hand plucked yours from your side, drawing it up to his face where he would plant a warm kiss against your knuckles. Heat rose on your cheeks as you watched your beloved king turn to leave, grabbing his ornate helm on the way out.

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It had been a few months since that fateful day. Titus rallied up his men, gave an inspiring speech about defending the common folk and, with the cacophony of hooves, set off to the southeast countryside.

His advisors and other noblemen and women had an easy time adjusting to his absence. Everyone seemed to be rather.. unbothered by the fact he was out fighting. Sure, the first few days were a little challenging but with how orderly his rule was, every other member of his court had no problem adapting.

Except for you.

You felt like you had little purpose since, in a way, you were the king's shadow. You were there at his beck and call, you made his bed, sometimes you helped bathe him and while nothing romantic (that would be.. scandalous) came of it, you couldn't help but feel sick with loneliness.

At the moment, you were remaking the king's bed. This was a ritual that occurred every second Sunday of the month to ensure he had as tidy and clean a space as possible. You just couldn't break the habit and were in the process of fluffing up his pillows and smoothing out the comforter.

You exhaled shakily as you closed your hand over the fabrics, unable to stop your yearning and get a grip on your heart. It was just.. lonely.

In the midst of your stormy thoughts, you heard what sounded like.. clanking? Paired with the jingle of chain mail. It seemed faint at first, so you presumed it was just a bodyguard doing his routine walk around but it gradually grew louder until you heard the bedroom door squeak open, then click shut.

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"There you are." "Titus..." You breathily murmured as you peered over your shoulder at the bloodied king. He was breathing deeply, mud caked up to his knees and spattered over the expanse of his decorated armor. His hair was a tangled mess and his stubble had grown into a moderate beard. His regal aura was gone.

You scrambled to stand at attention, coming to curtsy in front of him as he dropped his helm and lumbered forward, appearing exhausted. He would chuckle wearily, waving his hand in a motion that suggested he wanted you to stand. "None of that, please. I'm hot, and i'm tired. The last thing I need you to do is stand on ceremony and curtsy."

"I apologize it's just.. force of habit. Can I draw a warm bath? Fetch you some water?"

You asked, folding your hands in front of yourself. Seeing him in this filthy state with his musk hanging in the air was making your core grow warm. He was.. rugged. It was a fine juxtaposition to the fat house cat state that he was in most of the time.

"No, thank you, my dear." He drew nearer.

"Then.. what is it that you want?" You asked as you were soon eye level with his chest plate, having to crane your head back to make eye contact with this weary, dirtied king.

"You."

In a swift motion, you would be unceremoniously plopped on his bed before he stooped low and started to nuzzle his way up your calf to your thigh. You couldn't resist a giggle as his scruff tickled your thigh as he navigated his way to your drawers.

"I've missed you, my dear lady.." He remembered how he sniffed that handkerchief regularly, trying to pick up on your scent while remembering your pretty face and small hands on his larger, rougher ones. But now he didn't need to remember, he could just dive in and press as many kisses as he wanted to your delicate flesh.

He hikes your skirt up higher, the cool air making your flesh prickle as you gasped. His tired eyes settle on your underwear, noting that it was damp with slick. "Ah, you missed me too, huh?" The index and middle finger of his gauntly rubbed your labia through the moist fabric.

"Hnngh." You sputtered pitifully at the sensation, your head lolling back against the fabric as you whined and writhed a little. His index would nudge the cloth barrier aside, plunging two riveted fingers into your hole as his thumb rubbed over the clit, making you whimper and arch your back. "My king-"

"Shh. Not your king." He hushed your attempts at protest due to the fact he was the king and you were only a servant in his court - not even a princess or a noblewoman. "This is not the time for formalities..."

"My liege- I am a servant! I'm not.. not something to bed-" You moaned as he slid a third finger in and picked up the pace of his ministrations, rubbing and caressing your moist inner walls with added fervor.

"I'm not going to argue," His tone firmed up like his bulging erection beneath his cod piece. With a breathy exhale he would retract his metal gauntlet from your core and survey the glisten of your slick on the silvery fingers. "I only wish to enjoy myself."

He kissed up along your inner thigh, before biting the edge of your undergarments with a smile, tugging them down your shaky legs until they dropped to the ground.

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You sat up straight, panting and quivering already from the finger banging. Titus had his head nestled between your thighs, maintaining eye contact for a moment with a slight smile on his dry lips.

"No shaving in my absence?" "...I- I was a little-" "Shh. Shh. I have no qualms with a bit of hair."

And with that, he would dive in to your core, drawing a tense gasp and causing your thighs to clasp onto the sides of his head. Oh fuck he was devouring you. Both hands of yours gripped the hair on the top of his head while you moaned, squealed and panted with every suck, lick and graze his teeth over your sensitive folds with a fervor you didn't expect this aged war horse to have.

Titus' scarred nose dug in and his hot breaths against your inner walls heightened the pleasuring experience he was giving you. After your thighs quivered, tense before you came. To him, it was delicious and he was very appreciative of your taste and smell.

With a warm sigh, he retracted from your core and licked your slick from his lips, savoring it. After undoing the lacing on his trousers and freeing his throbbing man hood, he was quick to fold you so your knees were near your shoulders, before plunging his thick cock into your slick hole.

"Mmph.." Titus grunted throatily, working his way in and out with slow, rhythmic rolls of his chubby hips. All you could do was squeak and moan as the tip of his throbbing manhood grazed your cervix. His lips eventually found your bare neck and began to suck and nibble along your throat.

"My love... so long have I yearned to make you mine." The king growled in your ear before biting the lobe and giving a gentle tug.

"Demetrian.." You panted. "I-I will be yours.. please.. make me yours."

"...As you wish."

With a hearty series of plaps and constant rolling of his hips (with a little stuttering), the king made you finish a second time, then a third. Eventually he reached the peak of his climax, pumping you full of his hot cum with a low moan from the back of his throat. Eventually, he pulled himself out of you as you both dripped with fluids.

"Now.." He rasped between gasps of breath. "About that bath.."

#this is so yummy omg

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