#hws ruscan

[cheekypandaz]

Sketchbook

[deuxide]

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[demonicpiano]

hws Russia: You’re a good boy, I like you.

hws Canada: (Achievement: Praise Kink Unlocked)

[maiwenn-an-bitseach]

ok but Matthew making Ivan try maple taffy and Ivan loves it so much!

[ilikeitalyanormalamount]

I don’t ship Russia and Canada, but from a comedy aspect it’s hilarious. Please imagine for me:

America has invited Canada over for a holiday and Canada’s like “oh hey can I bring my new boyfriend? You’ll love him” and America of course says it’s fine. Then when the holiday comes and America opens the door he just sees his rival standing next to his brother just On His Porch. On top of that his rival appears to be holding hands with the enemy. It’s so funny!

America: Dude what the Fuck.

Canada: Oh, did I forget to say I’m dating Russia?

America: YOU SURE DID, BRO!

The holiday meal would be wonderfully awkward as well. I need to see this used for comedy more often because frankly, it’s hilarious

[fireandiceland]

this post that made me think of ruscan vs. rusame. where Matthew is a great flirt (as you can see) and Alfred might be a little.. irritated

[fireandspiceland]

98 ruscan please! I need some inspiration for tied up and begging russia

Send a ship and a number ask game

98. “You’re so cute when you’re all tied up and needy…..”

I love ruscan, thank you for requesting this :D I went completely overboard with it again <3 Oh! and whatever you need inspiration for. if you create something pls show me 👀

Also after finishing this I learnt that the week I scheduled it to post is the same as @ironicorange’s birthday :D so I dedicate this one to you because your art first got me into this ship. 🥰

-> bondage, blindfolding, food play, cum play, let's be real some people might find this gross but now you have been warned

“Oh! Look at how pretty you are!”

Ivan startled at the sound of the bedroom door clicking shut and opened his eyes. The slight resistance of dried tears having glued them shut made the task harder for him than it should be. But maybe he was just worn out from being tied up and edged for longer than he could remember.

Hearing Matthew’s voice calmed Ivan’s nerves. He had been close to using their safe word (or rather the safe button that was placed within his reach). Kneeling on the bed, tied up and gagged was one thing, but being isolated with nothing else to focus on than a vibrating butt plug was a completely different story.

Matthew stepped closer and put the glass bottle he had brought with him onto the bedside table. Due to the dimmed light, Ivan couldn’t see what it was, but it looked like some dark liquid. “I’m sorry for leaving you here all alone, but now I’m here and I will take care of you.”

Ivan shivered at Matthew’s tone and the way he admired Ivan as if he wasn’t the one who had tied him up earlier. He looked up at Matthew with pleading eyes and weakly pulled against the rope keeping his hands and legs restrained.

The mattress dipped when Matthew sat down at the edge of the bed. “You want me to untie you?”

More tears gathered in Ivan’s eyes when he nodded his head. For a moment Matthew’s expression changed to one of concern, but when he assured himself of the safe button being close enough for Ivan to press it if needed, he shook his head with a smirk.

“No, I don’t think I want to do that.” Matthew took in every detail of Ivan’s wrecked body now that he sat so close to him. Tousled hair, partly sticking to his forehead from the sweat that covered his body. Pale skin flushed red and glistening with sweat. Hard nipples begging for attention, just like his pulsating erection.

Ivan’s heart was beating fast, even faster when Matthew reached out to rub his thumb over the head of Ivan’s cock. His eyes fluttered shut again and a moan was muffled by the gag in his mouth. It felt like he had been waiting for an eternity to be touched like this and tried to buck into Matthew’s hand, only for the restraints to keep him close to the headboard and far from getting more than just a little teasing.

When Matthew withdrew his hand, Ivan was sobbing into the gag and thrashing against the bounds that kept him from finding release. He couldn’t tell if he was crying from pleasure or from how painful being hard for hours had become, but it all ceased to matter when he blinked his eyes open and saw the loving look in Matthew’s eyes.

“You’re so cute when you’re all tied up and needy…” Matthew stroked Ivan’s cheek tenderly, wiping away some of the tears that had escaped his eyes, before pressing a gentle kiss onto his forehead. He smelled sweet like lavender, but the taste on Matthew’s lips was salty from sweat.

Being treated so gently made Ivan relax again and he used the closeness to lie his head onto Matthew’s shoulder. A warm hand on his lower back started running soothing circles and Ivan had nearly forgotten the plug relentlessly vibrating inside him if it wasn’t for it to suddenly stop. He gasped in surprise and would have collapsed onto Matthew completely if it wasn’t for the ties to keep him somewhat upright against the headboard of the bed. He winced at the pain in his arms and took a few shuddering breaths.

“Come here, my love.” Matthew undid the knot that kept Ivan cuffed to the bed, but kept his hands tied together. Ivan relaxed visibly, but still tried to shuffle closer and gain some friction on his neglected cock. “Ah-ah. That’s not what I have in mind for you.”

Ivan’s head snapped up and Matthew could see the panic in his eyes. He cupped his cheek and mustered Ivan’s face, the warm look in Matthew's eyes and his soft voice quickly calmed him down again. “I’ll take care of you, love. I’ll let you come as many times as you need to, just a little longer, okay? Can you do it? For me?”

A warm feeling spread in Ivan’s chest at the sugar sweet sound of Matthew’s words and he nodded his head once.

“Perfect. Now lie down for me, I’ll help you.”

Matthew loosened some of the restraints and despite Ivan’s limbs feeling a little numb and his joints a little stuff he suddenly found himself lying with his stomach on the sheets. His hands were still tied together but bedded above his head on the pillow with the button just within reach, his legs spread enough to make room for Matthew to comfortably fit between them, but the ropes were still hanging around his ankles.

The sudden feeling of Matthew's lips softly kissing his shoulder blades and back made Ivan tense up for a second before he shakily exhaled through his nose and relaxed into the bed. Soon the gentle nips had turned into open-mouthed kisses that consecutively wandered down Ivan's back while Matthew's hands teased the sensitive insides of his thighs, slowly finding their way upwards.

"You're so beautiful, my love. I'm so lucky..." Matthew praised Ivan between the kisses. When he reached the curve of Ivan's ass he pulled away. Placing a pillow below Ivan to prop him up more, Matthew sat up to reach for the bottle he brought earlier. Without lifting his head, Ivan's eyes only followed Matthew's hand until it was out of sight again. He still couldn't read the label, but knowing Matthew, whatever it was, it was sure to bring him indescribable pleasure.

Matthew carefully ran his hand over Ivan's ass cheek before lightly tugging on the plug, making the other man relax enough for him to easily pull it out without causing Ivan any discomfort. A few seconds later Ivan felt Matthew's cum from their earlier fuck ooze out of his hole. He intuitively clenched and unclenched it a few times, making Matthew chuckle at the desperate attempt to keep it inside him.

"Don't worry," Matthew cooed as he carefully held Ivan's cheeks spread apart with one hand and poured some of the dark liquid from the bottle right above his stretched hole, "I'll clean you all up."

The liquid touching his skin made Ivan inhale sharply through his nose and shiver. It wasn't cold but the sensation was odd, though not unpleasant. If it wasn’t for the gag keeping him quiet he would have asked what it was that he felt slowly dripping on his body and running down his ass cheeks.

Before Ivan got to think about it more he felt the hot sensation of Matthew’s tongue on his right cheek while the left one was trapped in a tight grip. Matthew’s hummed and moaned as he tasted the sweet maple syrup on Ivan’s skin. It almost felt like he was melting under Matthew’s tongue and hot breath.

The closer Matthew got to licking over Ivan’s leaking hole, the bigger Ivan’s urge to hump the pillow below him got. When he finally felt Matthew’s wet tongue prod against his hole while lapping up the mess he made, Ivan ground against the pillow, then bucked back against Matthew, not sure what kind of stimulation he wanted more.

Matthew hummed contently at the combined taste of maple syrup, his own seed, and Ivan’s sweat, the vibrations making Ivan tear at the pillow his head was resting on and sloppily thrusting into the one that kept his ass propped up.

Matthew kept a hold of Ivan’s thighs, but allowed him to keep grinding into the pillow, finally being able to give his cock the friction it had been denied all day. He relished in knowing how good he made Ivan feel, how desperate and needy he was for Matthew. For a moment he thought about getting himself off as well, his hard arousal twitching in his boxers, rubbing against the fabric, but Ivan's entire body jerked and Matthew chose his love’s approaching climax as his priority.

“Cum for me, my love. Please, my sunrise. My sunshine.. For me..”

The need for release became unbearable for Ivan and he desperately searched for just the right amount of pleasure he could get from Matthew’s tongue wiggling inside him and repeatedly dragging his hard cock over the soft pillow. It was Matthew’s words, their tone that finally pushed him over the edge.

Ivan came with a cry, a sob, sucking in a breath so he wouldn’t pass out from the lack of oxygen from only being able to breath through his nose that was buried in the sheets.

For a while he stayed still, he couldn’t tell how long it really was, but something between seconds and hours he guessed. He slowly came back to his senses when the gag and leftover ties were carefully removed, his arms carefully massaged and placed at his sides, just to nod off again and be woken up by the reassuring feeling of a warm, wet cloth on his back. He turned his head to look for Matthew, but he only shushed him and whispered words of praise while continuing to clean Ivan up.

[mandelene]

I only just found your account and I don’t know which characters you do, but if that’s okay I’d love 2 and 71 for Russia and Canada 🙊

I just read all the drabbles you read today and I love them a lot! You have a beautiful writing style 🥰💕

Hello! Welcome! :D Thanks so much for the kind words and for reading my drabbles! I usually write the FACE family, but I have written Russia a few times in the past, so here's what I came up with.

2. “This was a stupid plan.” 71. "I've never seen this man before."

Thick Skin Word Count: 564 “Ivan, now that I’m standing in front of this barrel of ice water and it’s negative eight degrees Celcius outside, I’m starting to think this was a stupid plan…I’m so sorry — that sounded harsh and offensive. I know this is a tradition and I’m not trying to take away from the value or importance of that…I’m just having second thoughts.”

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, solnyshko.”

Matthew bites his bottom lip and rubs his frozen hands together. “I know, but I said I would do it with you.”

“Most Russians don’t do this,” Ivan assures, giving Matthew’s upper arm a soothing squeeze. “You won’t be offending anyone by abstaining.”

When Ivan first told him about how some Russian Orthodox Christians will dunk themselves in cold water that has been blessed by a priest in the middle of winter to celebrate the feast of the Epiphany, Matthew had been intrigued. He’s always trying to make an effort to learn more about Ivan’s culture, and this seemed like an opportunity to be able to support him by participating.

But that was before the temperature outside plummeted into the negatives. This is all a big case of hypothermia waiting to happen.

“Don’t do it — if your parents find out, they will kill me,” Ivan warns, and he appears to be as unbothered by the cold as ever. "And I don't want you to do it. You'll catch a cold."

Matthew laughs and wraps his scarf more tightly around his neck. “You’re right…Fine, I won’t do it because someone has to warm you up and make tea afterward.”

“I like the sound of that.”

One by one, people in the crowd volunteer to submerge themselves in the water. When it’s finally Ivan’s turn to step up to the barrel, he undresses down to his swim trunks and takes his shirt off.

Matthew tries not to stare at Ivan’s chiseled muscles, and, for a second, he feels embarrassed because this is oddly intimate, and now all of these strangers get to see what his fiancé looks like half-naked.

‘I don’t know this man,’ Matthew thinks to himself. ‘I’ve never seen this man in my life.’

Ivan doesn’t hesitate or waste any time. He hops into the barrel of skin-numbingly cold water and doesn’t even shiver or make a sound. He makes a quick sign of the cross and then walks out and away as if nothing happened. There are some goosebumps on his flesh, but aside from that small detail, it looks like he just came back from a pleasant summertime swim.

Matthew wraps the towels they had packed in a duffel bag around Ivan to dry him off. Then, he helps him get dressed again. They don’t stick around for much longer because Matthew insists on getting back to the car and hurrying home to the fireplace.

“Thanks for talking me out of that. I don’t know what I was thinking,” Matthew says once he's driving. “Just watching you do it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.”

Ivan chuckles and turns up the heat as high as it will go. “It means a lot to me that you came all the way out here.”

“Thanks for having me. Maybe by this time next year, I’ll feel more courageous.”

“We can’t both be reckless. Then your parents will really kill us.”

“Good point.”