#a lot of self projection in this one lol

[koolkat9]

Rare Pair Week 2023 - Day 2

@hetalia-rarepairweek

Prompt: Culture || Comfort

Rating: T

Pairing: Nyo Canada x Ukraine

Word Count: 711

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Comfort in Warmth

When God was designing female nations, he had made a grave mistake. Periods for regular human women were already filled with flaws, but at least they had an excuse to be there. Nations were infertile, so why did God think it was a good idea to give them periods?

Madeline was constantly asking herself that whenever her time of the month rolled around. Curse her good work ethic, she could skip work otherwise like Amelia always did. At least she had a long weekend thanks to the holiday on Monday. But that still didn’t boost any energy or soothe the pain in her abdomen.

She dragged herself through the door and was enwrapped in the warm scent of something cooking.

Madeline blinked slowly, her tired brain trying to catch up to what could be the source of the smell. She wandered into the dining room, though having enough of a mind to approach cautiously.

The table was filled with various dishes: borsch, varenyky, chicken kiev, and a few other sides. Kateryna stood at the head, laying out two plates and sets of silverware. When her eyes met Madeline's, a warm smile crossed her lips.

Before she could even get a greeting out, Madeline barreled towards her, throwing her arms around her and almost knocking her over. She buried her face in Kateryna's chest and just stayed there for a moment, basking in the coziness that always radiated off her lover.

Kateryna chuckled. “Rough day?”

“Yeah…” Madeline whined, “My uterus is plotting to kill me.”

“Ah…Then I chose a good week to plan this surprise.”

Madeline nodded, burying her nose even more into Kateryna’s chest.

“You should go change into something more comfortable, then eat something, and we can cuddle after,” Kateryna suggested, voice delicate like lace, washing out all the tension in Madeline’s body.

Madeline let out another whine when she was gently pushed away.

“It’ll make you feel better, dear.”

“I know…”

Minutes later, Madeline clambered down the stairs. Kateryna had already prepared their plates and poured the drinks. Madeline sighed dreamily. Cramps be damned, at least she had won the girlfriend lottery.

Dinner was spent catching up with each other. What events these past few weeks brought, how Kateryna’s flight was, how miserable Madeline’s work day had been. But once the food was finished, they moved to the living room for a movie night.

Under a fleece blanket, the two cuddled up and put on a cheesy romance; Madeline’s guilty pleasure.

“You’re too good for me,” Madeline mumbled, curling up at Kateryna’s side.

“Nonsense. Why can’t anyone in your family accept affection without thinking you need to do something in return.”

“I just…W-Well you…”

“You’re so funny,” Kateryna giggled, leaning in a hair’s breadth away. Madeline froze, breath hitching. “And so cute too.”

Madeline licked her lips, eyelids drooping slightly. She leaned forward, brushing her lips against Kateryna’s. Kateryna pressed back, hand finding its way to Madeline’s thigh, squeezing it slightly. Madeline gasped, lips parting slightly. Kateryna slipped her tongue reclaiming every inch of what was hers.

Hands gripped clothes. Bodies pressed down on each other, tangling in the blanket. Heartbeats jumped into their throats as if trying to meet the other.

But it was all short-lived by another round of gut-stabbing. Madeline let out a pained groan and pulled away.

Kateryna smiled sympathetically, hand traveling from Madeline’s thigh to her stomach, rubbing it slightly. “I’ll get the heating pad,” Kateryna murmured, kissing her lover’s temple.

“I’m sorry.”

“No apologies,” Kateryna reprimanded already at the drawer where the heat pad was stored. She pushed Madeline lightly to lay down, plugged in the pad, and draped it across her lower stomach.

“Thank you…”

“You’re welcome.”

Kateryna went to sit in the armchair, but Madeline grabbed her. “Please…Let me lay on your lap.”

Kateryna tilted her head, eyes wide. Another smile slowly spread across her lips. “Okay.”

Kateryna slipped in beside her, and Madeline rested her head on her thighs. She sighed in contentment, already feeling a lot better.

Hand combing through her hair, Madeline settled in for the night. There was still a dull pain, but in her lover’s lap, movie droning on in the back, it felt distant, replaced by an all-encompassing warmth. Maybe she wouldn’t die this week.

[artilite]

i keep forgetting to post when i draw OOPS so here's a doodle dump !!!!

[yudidoodles]

I knowwww this probably isn't how this bit is meant to be read but like,,, its very funny that when asked "how do flirt" they reply with how they treat each other

[imaybe5tupid]

if you see absolutely anything that has kabru in it. And are unable to stop yourself from making it about L/abru (even when Laios doesn’t even appear or is irrelevant to the content in question!) and reduce kabrus entire deuteragonist-level character into wanting to fuck laios. I’m stealing something out of your house!!!!!

disclaimer: If you ship l/abru and gaf about kabru and don’t do this then this post isn’t about you 🤓

[quinn-pop]

sorry for the metadede flood lately um. anyway i think dedede officiates waddle weddings. if they even have them lol. it’d be funny and cute

[featherymainffins]

Now this might be because I have issues but is it just me or does Slay The Princess feel like an allegory for a relationship?

[jimmyspades]

[nobie]

I had a thought about people who don't have siblings (only child, not pertaining to people who have lost their siblings thats completely different feeling) watching the bad batch not fully understanding the dynamic of having a sibling. you could have the worst gut punching argument you've ever had with your sibling no contact for a year or more but when you need them and they need you, you wouldn't want to be anywhere else then by their side. And that comes with a visceral need to protect them at all costs (whether they're older or younger). Or you could not talk to them for a few days because of something they said but when you see them again you disregard what was said cuz you love them no matter what.

having siblings is annoying sometimes, they will find a way to get on your last nerve, but its a love that can't be put into words really.

the batch are family (siblings) fundamentally no matter how much bad blood they have. they need each other, they'll protect each other, and hopefully by the end they'll be together again.

[melien]

My inner child is healed😭😭😭

[dandyshucks]

i sometimes think to myself "oh I'm not rly a nerd about anything anymore" because I am not into pre-existing media as much as I was as a teen but ... I think I'm just a nerd for my own original creative projects now and I feel like that might be """worse""" actually dhfjfl 😭

(obligatory "this only applies to me because i really do genuinely love seeing other ppl be excited and talk and ramble abt the things they like esp if those things are original creations of some kind, i am just insane abt the way i exist and am perceived because of past experiences and the way the brain has been wired but im working on it 👍" disclaimer)

[j-esbian]

so so so fucking tired of people who perceive working in an office as the only “”real”” jobs

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[swordmaid]

still thinking about the haikaveh 13 going on 30 inspired au .. like imagine kaveh going home drunk and upset after a bad meeting with a client. he’s presented his 8th draft of the project and there’s still something wrong with it. kaveh doesn’t want to compromise his own vision, and the client is adamant with his own, so they ended up just arguing instead of working on a compromise. then he goes to the tavern to cheer himself up but after a few drinks the bartender refused to serve him anymore since he still hasn’t paid his last tab and the bartender had been putting his current one under alhaitham’s. so kaveh goes home, drunk and upset at his client and also at the thought that he’ll owe alhaitham even more.

and when kaveh goes home alhaitham is lounging on a sofa and the books kaveh asked for him to clean isn’t put away yet. that little detail ticked him off - here’s alhaitham who doesn’t have any work to do at home and yet he doesn’t even bother to do the one thing kaveh asks him for. meanwhile kaveh has to go home late from a meeting that didn’t earn him anything and he’s even more in debt after alhaitham finds out about his tab. so, kaveh’s already drunk and upset and NOW annoyed he starts to argue with alhaitham. first it’s the fact that alhaitham hasn’t cleared away his books yet. then, alhaitham points out that he’s over-exerting himself for a client that’s not even paying him (he doesn’t need to be reminded of that!) then, kaveh argues that instead of trying to point out his failings why can’t he just console his clearly upset and stressed roommate like everyone else and if he was more compassionate about other people, maybe he’ll get along with other people better!! then cue the petty argument exploding into something bitter. kaveh is upset, drunk, and rambling, going on and on about how he doesn’t want to keep sacrificing his artistic integrity, and why can’t people just appreciate his art, and it would’ve been better if he never met alhaitham to begin with so he won’t be indebted to him and maybe his life wouldn’t turn out so badly. the argument only ends after alhaitham goes into his room clearly upset – the kind of upset kaveh was all too familiar with all those years ago — and now kaveh feels shitty and hurt and drunk and he wants to vomit so he passes out on the couch.

then, he wakes up in a room clearly different from their house.

the architectural style of the room is a marriage between the tumbling vines and glass windows of sumeru and the rigid structures and flow of fontaine’s. the couch he’s sleeping on isn’t the green divan alhaitham is fond of ; it’s a blue chaise with velour fabric that’s half as soft.

kaveh panics, looks around the room, then finds achievements displayed on the wall: articles and papers praising his name, pictures with the liyue qixing infront of a renovated and expanded golden house, one next to the fontaine archon besides an opulent theatre. there are articles of his latest creations, interviews with the man himself headlining the steambird, written papers and thesis about architecture published in the akademiya. kaveh learns that he’s not the light of kreshrarewar anymore ; he’s the most famous and accomplished architect in all of teyvat.

but alhaitham is not here anymore.

[strawberrywindow]

i want to try and start making/getting into animatics but the only idea i currently have for one involves putting it to a song and that's probably not the best thing to START learning with lmfao but go big or go home right, not like i'll be getting to it anytime soon with how goddamn busy i've been and how many other things i want to do first 🤣

[ectoplasmer]

finished (or at least got through part of the epilogue party in) bg3 today and ough. i’m going to be tormented by thoughts of post canon inula and astarion aren’t i

[miupow]

I need a fic where pregnant reader feels so gross and unattractive but she doesn’t realize Soobin is so down bad for pregnant her. Like he goes out of his way to show her just how turned on he is but nothing works, until one day he presses himself against her and it finally clicks for her and she gets the nastiest wetted sex of her life like he’s trying to get her pregnant again like ugh

⧼ 🍼 ⧽ ── GROWING PAINS 。

soobin needs you to know just how much he loves your new body。

╭♡ pairing 。〃choi soobin x fem!reader ! genre 。〃pure smut , fluff ! warning 。〃minors do not interact! pregnant!reader , husband!soobin , pregnancy kink , lactation kink , breeding kink , dirty talk , praise kink , sub top!soobin , handjob (m.rec) , oral (f. rec) , mentions of unprotected sex

a/n 。〃not proofread ! my first time writing pregnant!reader, so let me know if it sucks! also take a shot every time i use the word “nipple” lol

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you had found a lot of solace in baking as of recent— it was one of the few things you could still do this far along in your pregnancy, big belly and aching joints always getting in the way of everything else. you just couldn’t stand the thought of laying around all day, wasting all of your maternity leave doing nothing except waiting for your husband to come home from work. you had to make yourself useful somehow.

you hear the front door open just as you slide your pie into the oven, the soft jingling of keys reaching your ears as your husband drops them in the trinket dish you keep in the hallway. before you can turn to greet him strong arms wrap themselves around your protruding belly, soobin’s tall frame hunched over to bury his face in your neck, plant sweet kisses to your skin.

“i’m home, bunny,” he mumbles against your collarbone, his trail of kisses slowly leading down your shoulder. “how are my perfect girls doing?”

“hi honey, you’re home early,” you giggle, turning your head to give him a kiss; he hums against your lips, big hands rubbing your belly through the loose dress you wore. he was always extra touchy after getting home from work, but this was odd even for him. he must have had a bad day, you thought. “‘m all sore ‘n tired; the twins woke me up from my nap and i couldn’t go back to sleep so i decided to make dessert early so it’ll be cooled down by tonight.”

“mm, you’re so good to me. i’m sorry the babies are bothering you, honey,” soobin replied, pressing his body flush against yours. “the boss let me go early; i finished up that project he wanted done before the deadline, he said i needed to go home and help out my wife. go rest and i’ll take care of you, i’ve been thinking about you all day, baby….”

“oh, sweetie… well, i wouldn’t mind a hand in cleaning up the kitchen—“ you start, but stop dead in your tracks— you can feel soobin’s cock against the swell of your ass, thick and heavy through his slacks. he rocks his hips up against you gently, an almost inaudible whimper falling from the bunny lips he buried in your hair.

“binnie,” you whimper, arousal pooling in your belly despite your shock, “you’re hard.”

“‘m sorry, bunny,” he groans into your ear, deep and dripping with desire. it knocks the wind out of your lungs, makes you gasp against his lips when he leans in for another, filthier kiss. “you’re just so sexy, i’ve been needing you so bad… thinking about your beautiful body all day while trying to get my work done..”

you frown at the words ‘beautiful body’, squirming in your husband’s grip. he notices in an instant, your sweet husband always so perceptive to how you were feeling; whining and pouting those plump bunny lips you adored. “i don’t understand why you’re so self conscious… god, you’re so perfect— this is the best you’ve ever looked, you look so beautiful carrying my children, baby. it makes me so fucking crazy, you have no idea��”

“really..?” you turn to look at him, and his eyes lock with yours— the raw hunger you find in his gaze is unlike anything you had ever seen before from your sweet, shy husband.

his hands caressed your tummy and hips, slid up your sides to cup your swollen, sensitive tits, bare underneath your dress. the gentlest squeeze was enough to get you to gasp and moan, your puffy nipples threatening to leak, soobin drinking up your reactions like he wishes to drink your milk. “let me show you how much i love your body, please…”

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“binnie, oh my god, slow down! you’re gonna make me cum again!” you wail, your hands shaking as they tug at the hem of your little dress. you couldn’t see your husband over the swell of your belly, but you could feel his lips and tongue hot and heavy against your pussy, sliding up between your pussy lips to swirl around your clit. you were still recovering from the last orgasm he slurped out of you, your pussy drunk husband refusing to let up his onslaught of pleasure even as you cried, begged, and tugged at his hair— far too soon was that dizzying pleasure building back up in your tummy, your thighs shaking in soobin’s grip as he pushed you further and further to the edge.

“fuck yes, do it, cum for me!” soobin moans with his mouth full, tongue dipping deep into your hole, big hands tightening their grip and tugging you impossibly closer. “cum on my face, baby, please! make a mess—!”

his desperation does you in; you cum again with a sharp cry, your overstimulated little pussy pulsating uncontrollably as soobin eagerly laps up every drop of your release. you soak your thighs, your dress, and the bed underneath you— and, as soobin presses a kiss to your clit and pulls away from your slippery pussy to shoot you a silly, satisfied smile, you can see that you’ve soaked the bottom half of his face as well. it drips from his chin as he crawls up over you, his eyes slowly trailing from your flushed face down to your quivering tits.

and just as he takes in the sight of your heaving chest, his eyes widen and his mouth drops agape. confused, you follow his gaze… and take in the sight of two identical wet patches seeping through your white dress, your puffy nipples visible and budding noticeably through the fabric.

you had leaked milk in the midst of your climax.

“oh god,” you whine shamefully, raising your hands to attempt to hide the mess. “i’m so sorry, don’t look—“

soobin grabs your wrists in a rush before you could cover yourself, big brown eyes still glued to your tits. “fuck, bunny..” he marvels, licking his lips, “did i make you do that? that’s so sexy, holy shit—“

“s-sexy?” you stammer, shocked at his reaction. soobin nods.

“can i touch?” he asks in almost a whisper, eyes finally leaving your chest to blink up at you wantonly “please let me touch you, please..”

a hesitant “okay…” was all that he needed, instantly letting go of your wrists to tug down the top of your dress and take large handfuls of your breasts. more milk leaks out onto his fingers from the rough handling, making him groan deep in his chest as he marvels at the sight of the pearly white droplets cascading down the swell of your tits. your spent, sensitive pussy throbs at the sound, your husband sounding so unbelievably ruined and needy.

“so pretty…” soobin mumbles, wet fingertips beginning to pinch and tweak at your embarrassingly hard nipples. “my wife’s so pretty with my babies in her belly. gonna be such a good mommy… god bunny, i want to keep you pregnant forever, all full of me, claimed by me, so everyone knows you’re mine—!”

his fingers tighten harshly around your nipples, the pressure causing your milk to squirt out obscenely; soobin watches in awe, his eyes hazy and unfocused as he pants like a dog, kneads your sensitive swollen tits rougher and rougher. you fist the bedsheets and writhe under his touch, your high-pitched, broken gasps and moans reverberating off the walls of your shared bedroom— briefly you have half the mind to pray that your neighbors aren’t home.

soobin dips his head to nose along the contours of your breast, his hot breath tickling your skin; those spit-slick bunny lips just barely ghost your bud, a jolt of electricity shooting down your spine as his tongue sneaks out to lap the lingering milk off of your skin.

he looks up at you with watery eyes, smirk plastered on his lips at your pathetic whimper. “can i.. can i have a taste?” he asks quietly, deep voice octaves lower than you’ve ever heard it. “let me taste you…please, baby, i can’t take it anymore…”

you nod desperately, throwing your head back against the pillows, and soobin shoots you a deadly smirk before sealing his lips around your nipple.

he lets out a deep moan as his mouth fills with milk, sucking with a voracious hunger; you cry out in pleasure, letting go of the sheets to grab desperately at his dark hair. you tug mindlessly at the strands as his suction deepens, soobin letting out the prettiest choked whimper that goes straight to your quickly wetting pussy.

he sucks until your tit runs dry, pulling off of your irritated bud with an obscene string of saliva— wordlessly he moves on to your other neglected nipple, his fingers coming back up to play with the one he released. the combined sensations are almost too much for you, your shaking legs wrapping tight around soobin’s trim waist; you can feel the curve of his rock hard cock grind against your dripping cunt, drenching the thin fabric of his boxers and aiding in the delicious slide of his hot fat shaft against your slit. your pussy suddenly feels so painfully empty, your hips bucking in desperation as soobin empties your other breast of milk. “you feel what you do to me?” he mumbles against your flesh, hips picking up speed, “feel how hard you make me?”

the hand you had in soobin’s hair trails down his chest to his straining cock, rubbing his twitching shaft through his boxers; soobin cries out around your nipple, his hips stuttering, and you can’t help but giggle as you dip your hand below his waistband.

the tip of his cock throbs an angry red, thick fat shaft slapping wetly against his taut belly. “all this for me?” you purr, gathering the precum dripping from his cockhead to slick up your hand; it only takes a few slow pumps of his cock to get soobin begging, your poor husband wound up and aching for release.

“please, please baby, let me fuck you— i gotta fuck you, i’m so hard it hurts,” he whimpers, releasing your tit with a wet pop, “gotta fill you up, put more babies in you… gonna be such a happy family..”

what kind of wife would you be to say no?