hetalia_kink | Hetalia Kink meme part 15

Hetalia Kink meme part 15

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part 15

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As we know, Belarus wants her brother very much but he's not willing to please. So to get her fix, she snicks into his lovers/minions/what-have-yous' beds after he's done having sex with them and left, to lick them clean of her beloved brother's semen. ~~Bonus for sticking her tongue into Latvia's ass.~~

I want it to be ceepy, obsessive but hot.

_{There is officially nothing I won't write. Here's the first part, I'll see if I can write the rest tonight.}
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Belarus started small. She would sneak into her brother's bedroom as soon as he'd left to bathe, zoning in on the laundry basket. She gathered up the discarded clothes into her arms, burying her face in the soft cotton and inhaling deeply.

This is what brother smells like, she whispered to herself. This is what it would feel like if he held me to his chest.

She may have stolen a sock or shirt or two.

If it was early morning, she took advantage of the quick intermission between Russia's leaving to use the restroom and coming back to make the bed. She crawled onto the unmade sheets, still warm, and simply lied there, as long as she dared. From experience she knew that if she stayed too long and he found her, he'd put up a fuss and avoid her the rest of the day (or week). She didn't want that.

It was useless, though. Russia must have noticed the missing clothes, or a lacy ribbon just slipping out the door, because he finally wised up and installed a lock too complex for his sister to figure out, and too strong to break.

So Belarus took her small pleasures in other ways. At the dinner table, she politely requested, "Let me do the dishes, brother."

Russia seemed surprised. He gave her that nervous smile she loved. "Ah, Natasha, you don't need to do that."

"Please, you are very busy," she said more forcefully. And that was that.

In the kitchen alone, she dumped the plates of Lithuania and the others unceremoniously into the leaky sink. Russia's plate she placed reverently onto the counter top. She kissed the fork that had been in her brother's mouth, licked it when that wasn't enough. She picked up a taste that was the food, and another taste that she swore had to be Russia.

She ate every morsel he didn't finish, sipped from his almost empty glass and imagined a vodka-soaked kiss. She kissed the lip of every bottle that had ever had the privilege of resting against her brother's teeth.

This satisfied Belarus for a while. Eventually, though, it wasn't enough. It wasn't what she dreamed of at night, alone in her bed, with the fingers of one hand in her mouth and the others between her legs.

Brother, she whimpered. The things you've touched aren't you.

Russia was too preoccupied with the world to give himself to his little sister, she knew. There was some barrier there that kept him from touching her with the passion she felt burning her away.

But there was something of his--something that was entirely Russia, not just some artifact of his touch--that she could have.

_{I... I apologize in advance.}
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Belarus knew that her brother had passions like any other man. Why he would waste them on the weak nations sharing their home she couldn't fathom, not when she practically through herself at his feet. Her dreams burned with the image of Russia's broad shoulders and chest filling her vision. It burned to the point that she had determined to get as close as possible to the evidence of her brother's sexuality as possible.

Belarus crouched in the hallway, back against the wall. Her heart pounded, and her skin prickled with every sound that made it's way through the wall. When she'd first decided to go through with this, she's doubted her ability to go through with it. But with every moan and every yell that reached her ears, her resolve doubled.

After the sounds quieted, she waited. Around the corner, a door opened and closed. Heavy footsteps--they could only be Russia's--faded away.

Belarus crept into the bedroom.

A small body had been left face-down on the bed. Small whimpers and sniffles drifted through the dark. Belarus crept closer, undeterred by the small spots of blood dotting the sheets.

Latvia jerked to awareness when he noticed another presence. He looked only slightly relieved it was not Russia, and when Belarus came closer his familiar shaking came back full force.

Belarus touched his waist. He curled in on himself, whimpering what might have been an attempt at speech. She ignored it and roughly grabbed at his legs.

Latvia yelped in surprise as he was dragged backwards towards the edge of the bed. "W-what are you doing?"

Belarus hardly knew herself, and couldn't answer if she wanted to. Blood was pounding in her ears as she keeled down, leveling her face with Latvia's bright red ass. With sure fingers, she parted the cheeks. He yelped again and tried to scramble away, nearly kicking her in the process.

Her palm came down with force usually reserved for tearing down Russia's bedroom door. The sound of it hitting Latvia's already sore buttocks bounced off the walls, intertwined with his sharp cry. When she parted his cheeks again, he remained still, if noisily weeping into the sheets.

There, leaking out of Latvia's abused and bright red asshole, was her prize. Her beloved brother's milky seed. Belarus took a moment to admire Russia's work, his boundless lust.

"This should be mine. It should be inside me," she hissed at Latvia. His only response was a twitch as his shoulders hunched towards his ears. Belarus leaned forward and took an experimental lick. His entire body jerked with surprise.

The taste was bitter and yet sweet to Belarus. It was everything she had dreamed. Dutifully, she lapped up every drop, from the ropes of cum that had strayed towards Latvia's ballsack, to the semen still filling his insides.

Latvia's distressed moaning mounted in volume as she explored him with her tongue. He was impossibly warm inside, and she imagined it was from the friction of her own brother. She sucked at the puckered hole, her arms firmly locked around Latvia's thighs and nails digging into his sore cheeks.

When she had explored every nook and cranny and licked the smaller nation clean of any trace of her brother, she finally pulled away. The pressure in her own body was becoming unbearable. Ignoring Latvia's efforts to crawl away and bury himself in the blankets, Belarus hitched up her skirts and reached for her damp underclothes.

It only took a few strokes to climax.
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_{Just one more chapter, because I just NEED to include Lithuania in this debauchery.}

Latvia was easy. He was small, terrified of everything, and Belarus had no doubt that he would strive to treat that night as if it had never happened. Aside from avoiding her like the hounds of hell, which was fine.

Estonia she avoided. He was a little too sharp, a little too assertive, and Belarus was truly unsure about how often her brother bedded him. Lithuania, on the other hand...

Her insides writhed. Lithuania was the favorite.

She didn't have to wait long for an opportunity. She staked out the room and waited, far longer than she had for Russia's visit with Latvia. Finally, her brother left the room, whistling cheerfully as he went.

Lithuania was already sitting up in bed, and jumped at her entrance. "Belarus," he gasped, half in acknowledgement and half in shame. His movements looked pained as he struggled to cover himself.

He didn't have much of a chance. Belarus crossed the room in three long strides and shoved him down against the mattress.

Lithuania's cheeks flared bright pink, even as he winced at the sting of the sheets against the open lacerations on his back. "Belarus, what--"

"Shut up," she snapped.

In a matter of seconds his knees were over her shoulder and she was hunkering down to peer at the spread cheeks. He was making half-garbled protests, completely thrown for a loop. He squirmed in her hands, stopping just short of pushing her away.

Whatever he was expecting, it was not her tongue running up the fissure of his ass. He jerked, like Latvia did, and gasped something unintelligible. Belarus pointedly ignored him, digging her nails into his thighs until they bled as she took her fill.

"Why does brother love you so much?" she growled. Her mind felt fuzzy and hot at the edges. "Why does he gift you with this?" She punctuated the demand with the quick penetration of her tongue.

Lithuania's voice sounded strained above her. "Belarus. Belarus, please, stop..."

She circled his hole with her tongue, pondering the taste of her brother, her thoughts a mile a minute. She paused, and glanced up. A snort of disgust escaped her at the sight of Lithuania's erection. His entire body seemed to shrink at the sound, and he tried to pull away from her. She let him, but only after first wiping up the remainder of her brother's cum with two extended fingers.

Lithuania watched her warily as she sat back on the mattress. But her attention had left him completely. She pulled up her skirts, revealing her naked crotch. Lithuania flushed harder and glanced away. But horrified curiosity overcame him, and he watched from the corner of his eye as...

"What are you doing?" he asked with dismay, though he already knew.

Belarus parted the lips of her cunt. Slowly, she began fingering herself with the digits covered in Russia's seed. Lithuania gave a sort of moan of aversion as he threw an arm over his eyes and sunk further into the pillows.

But Belarus didn't care. She closed her eyes and let herself feel what it was to finally have Russia inside of her. Her desire and love burned bright within her, enough to last until the day when her brother finally took her into his arms and his bed.

This was enough for now. It had to be.

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_{Uh, the end. I have no idea if this is anything like what you wanted, op, but your request was eerily inspiring and I hope it was an ok read.

No Estonia episode because I really have no idea how to write that. And I don't think he would take it quite as quietly as Latvia or Lithuania. But if some other anon wants to give it a shot, by all means! My fill is pretty short, and this request deserves MOAR.}

Okay okay. As much as I dislike Russia/Latvia, your fill was so creepily awesome... I really liked it. The Lithuania part was great, his feelings for her made it all the more interesting.

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

Thank you author!anon so much! This is exactly what I wanted, even more. The smut was awesome but the build up (sniffing clothes, licking forks and such) made it even better. THANK YOU ♥

To be honest I wasn't sure if anyone would want to fill this because it IS creepy as hell. I'm so glad this is anonymous, otherwise I wouldn't have the courage to request this. O///O

Delightfully creepy.

♥

Anon loves Belarus/Russia, and Belarus/Lithuania, so this was HAPPY TIMES for me.

That was delightful. The little details...Estonia and Lithuania were trembling with fear at that moment.

Being a shipper of Lithuania and Belarus, I almost thought she was going to...but no. She's so bold. The best love (or lust) to read about is the type that goes unfulfilled...

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Hetalia Kink meme part 15

Belarus - semen fixation

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