I’ve noticed that Belarusians hetalians prefer Lithuania x Belarus over Russia x Belarus (or from what I’ve observed over the years) but maybe the preferences changed over time, dunno
Loved the fanarts they did back in the 2020-2021 Belarusian protests
For good reason.
Did you know that one of the symbols for Belarusian liberation is a coat of arms from the Grand Duchy?
Lithuania has been a strong, vocal supporter of Belarusian sovereignty for a long time.
I'm not saying that people can't ship whatever, but LietBela SHOULD be the more popular ship for Belarus. At least more popular than the fucking travesty that is RusBela.
Hi! I just found your blog a couple of days ago! I love your art style. If you're still taking requests, could you draw Lithuania and Belarus or just Belarus? Thanks! If not, keep up the great work!
I could do something very funny here and assume you meant Belg ;) But that seems unlikely! So I hope you like this. Also on AO3, of course :)
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Like A Lover
By the time Belarus finally lets Lithuania put his dick inside her, she’s already come twice.
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By the time Belarus finally lets Lithuania put his dick inside her, she’s already come twice.
First, when they were barely through the door, he worked his fingers underneath her skirt while they kissed messily, his other hand tangling in her hair. She was already worked up, then, having spent the whole walk from the conference center to his house imagining how she’d get him on his knees with his face between her legs. Lithuania looks great on his knees, she thinks, and he’s often so eager to do what she wants.
It would probably get annoying if he weren’t so earnest about it—or, of course, if he weren’t actually fucking good in bed. Belarus has come to appreciate over time that he actually seems to like her as a person, which is more than she can say for most people. They’re not dating, and the whole concept of that seems laughable to her, but they’re something that works.
So she came on his fingers, pressed against a table with both of their clothes still on, gasping into his mouth and with her sharp nails digging into his back.
Second, he used his mouth.
They stumbled to his bedroom, and he tried to tug her clothes off but instead, she made him sit down and watch while she did it herself. She stepped between his legs to let him touch her, and Lithuania got his mouth on her neck, on her breasts and trailing down her stomach, got his hands on her damp thighs. He obligingly lifted his arms when Belarus tugged at his sweater and let her remove it.
When she lay down on the edge of his bed, he slid down between her legs, and she pulled him close, twisting her hands into his long hair. She enjoyed tugging on it, directing him. He ate her out, then, with that patient, clever tongue of his, as diligently as he does anything.
He fingered her while he licked her clit methodically, looking very hot, and Belarus was pleased to see that, though he was visibly straining against his slacks, he didn’t touch himself. That meant that this was one of those times when he would really do whatever she said, and nothing else.
He isn’t always like that—and would be much less interesting if he were—but she’s learned to take advantage of the times that he is.
So she just kept him there, licking and fingering her wet cunt until she came again, her second orgasm a slower wave of pleasure than the first, a trembling thing that swept over her hotly.
Now, Lithuania rests his head against her thigh, panting with two fingers still inside her as she throbs around them. She looks down her body at him, carding her fingers through his hair.
“Come up here,” she says, voice hoarse. “You’re gonna fuck me until I come again.”
“Shit,” he breathes, and stands up. Before he can actually get on the bed, Belarus sits up and reaches for his pants.
As expected, he’s hard as a fucking rock, thick cock already leaking precum. It feels good that she’s barely touched him yet he’s like that, that just getting her off, having her arousal soaking his chin, is keeping him on edge. Belarus smirks up at him, and Lithuania swallows her hard, licking his wet lips. She doesn’t touch his cock.
He crawls up over her when she falls back on his bed, kissing her with lips that taste like herself.
“You gonna fuck me?” she asks, as she maneuvers her legs out from between his and around him instead. The head of his cock nudges her cunt, slipping over her clit, and just that light touch makes her jerk, still sensitive. “Actually.”
She pushes him off her and to his back, and then rolls with him to straddle his hips. Lithuania’s chest is heaving, and his hair spreads messily on his pillow. He reaches for her, and she pulls his hands up to her breasts, biting her lip when he rubs at her sensitive nipples. While he does that, she slides down, and rubs herself on his cock. She doesn’t take him inside, just lets his hot length slip between her folds, catching on her clit and making her gasp while he swears, pinching her breasts.
“I could fucking make you come like this,” Belarus says.
“That’s—mh—that’s okay,” he replies, voice trembling as he obviously tries not to buck his hips.
For a while, she continues to just idly undulate her hips, feeling a slow crest of new arousal building up inside her, and she knows the next orgasm will be the most intense one yet. She imagines milking his cock by clenching around him, and moans softly.
So she slides forward, reaching for his cock behind herself to raise it up a bit, and then leans forward so that when she presses back, he slides straight into her. She curses at the heat of him, at the feeling of fullness as he stretches her cunt deliciously. This time, his hips do buck, and she gasps as he drives further inside.
“Belarus,” he says, meeting her eye. Now leaning forward, her blond hair spills down around both of their faces like a curtain, and he’s grabbing her ass with trembling fingers.
“Come on, fuck me,” she orders, and he snaps his hips up again. “That’s fucking it, Lithuania, take me like you mean it.”
He wraps his arms around her, puts his feet on the mattress, and does exactly that. His cock slams into her hard, and she moves back against it, crying out involuntarily every time he bottoms out, her ass hitting his hips. His bed creaks.
Belarus tries to kiss him, but is rocking back and forth far too much to do so, and Lithuania, seemingly frustrated, suddenly rolls them back over. His cock slips out of her, but he grabs her legs, spreading them around him, and pushes back in immediately.
“Fuck!” Belarus yells, trying to get her hair out of her face. “Fuck, yes.”
When she can finally properly see him again, Lithuania looks wild, with his hair everywhere and sweat beading on his lean chest. It’s such a rare thing these days to see him like that, and Belarus thinks that’s a shame. He could be fucking anyone he wanted if they knew he looked like that.
His hands curve around her hips, canting them just so, and she spreads her legs further, relishing the feeling of his cock slamming into her, making her twitch and moan. She grabs her own breast this time, and reaches between her legs with her other hand. She knows Lithuania would touch her clit eventually, but she likes that he’s using all his energy to fuck her right now.
After a while, he grabs just one of her legs, pushing it straight up while pressing the other down.
Suddenly, he pulls completely out of her, and Belarus is worried for a moment that he will come like that, but then he plunges back into her immediately, and she just curses, her leg twitching against his body.
“Fuck,” she pants, and Lithuania is gasping, his fingers bruising on her hips, which means he must be far gone and is fucking excellent. “Come on, Lithuania—shit—fill me up. I wanna be—oh, fuck—”
He leans over and is too out of breath to kiss her but sucks hard on her breast, at which she yells, yanking at his hair, and she doesn’t even know whether it’s that or her own fingers that push her over the edge.
Just as she thought, her third orgasm hits like a freight train, making her cry out, her whole body going tense, and she clenches down hard on Lithuania, who lets out an almost desperate sound, sits back up, and barely a few seconds later, is coming too.
He holds almost still inside her, and she can feel the hot flood of his release filling her throbbing cunt as he gasps, fingers clenching on her hips. She moans, still rubbing her clit with harsh motions, her body shaking.
Lithuania stays inside her for a while, cock twitching, then pulls out and rubs it between her folds again, making her twitch with overstimulation. She pushes him away, and before he can start to be sheepish as he sometimes is, even in moments like these, she uses her legs over his shoulders to pull him down, then yanks at his hair again until he’s once more got his face between her legs.
“Mh, Belarus?” he stutters.
“Clean me up,” she says, sounding even more hoarse to her own ears, and then she can only moan and shudder while he does, swiping his tongue not over her clit but down, pressing his hands to her thighs to spread her apart and lick into her with obscene wet noises. His hair gets caught on her sweaty legs. He keeps glancing up at her with those green eyes of his gone very dark, yet hazy and Belarus can’t look away, though her eyes nearly fall shut.
Eventually, Lithuania’s movements slow, and though his mouth is still pressed against Belarus’s cunt, he doesn’t really move anymore, so she lets her body go lax, giving just a little tug on his hair. He takes that hint, slowly crawling up, leaning on one arm next to her with their bodies pressed together. Blearily, Belarus reaches up and swipes a thumb over his wet mouth, and then tugs at his jaw so he kisses her.
They both breathe deeply between kisses, which are now soft and short. She swipes his sweaty hair behind his ear, and he runs his fingers over her cheek, where she’s sure her makeup must have smudged horribly.
“I was going to make you dinner,” Lithuania mumbles.
“You can still do that.”
“Belarus, I don’t think I can stand.”
She smirks with satisfaction, which makes him laugh softly. When he lies down on his back, she allows herself to curl into him, resting her head in the crook of his neck and listening to his heartbeat. He won’t bring it up, she knows this; he tried once and had gotten the business end of her dagger in return. This is not that kind of thing, and even when it is, she doesn’t need that acknowledged.
“Maybe takeout,” she mumbles. “I’ll even go get it if you’re so overcome.”
Lithuania just hums, stroking her head absently. His heartbeat is steady.
LietBela: One hundred percent vanilla, he's super sweet to her and she's only sometimes into it but otherwise she's just like 'why do I put up with you I don't even remember why I thought this was a good idea' and endures until she can skitter away into her crypt or some shit. He definitely tries to do couplely things like dates and stuff but she dips as soon as he suggests it. Will go ghost hunting tho because that's based. Won't touch him for two weeks after he's been at Feliks house.
DenBela: If they're not talking pessimistic nihilism through it, like it's the most normal thing in the world to do while getting screwed against a hotel window, it gets freaky. She was deadset on climbing him like a tree when she formally met him and doesn't care who sees when she does. Jokingly called him daddy one time and couldn't walk properly the next day. Has definitely pegged him at least twice. Probably look like a supermodel couple when in public together. He makes her laugh and she loves how chaotic he is, he loves how blunt she is and has 0 filter. Prefers traversing the catacombs in paris together just to be freaks in areas they're not allowed in.
HunBela: Happened enough times to count on both hands because damn and Hungary can really work her magic, but she finds it funnier how Gilbert recoils from her in unadulterated horror and disgust whenever she tells him. On a personal level, Nat doesn't really connect, so it's more of a spur of the moment thing.
That's it that's all I've got, I can see her messing around not really having anything proper and stable. She knows she's hot so she doesn't try too hard.
