#ivan braginski x reader

[will-pilled]

Does anyone know of any imagines/fanfic blogs that write for Hetalia and have requests open 🙏

[504py]

A day in a life with Ivan. [ONESHOT]

Warnings below the cut 。。。

⚠️ NSFW, yandere content, alcoholism, reader got tradwifed, stockholm syndrome, domestic violence, Ivan is very blatantly sadistic, size difference, dacryphilia, vague breeding kink, no use of Y/N, forced feminization(?), gender neutral reader.

hey yawll!! i drew this since i wanted to play more with the painting style and color palette i did in my last post, but since i hit 800 followers recently, i decided to write something to go along with it too!

thank you guys so so much for putting up with my bs and enjoying the slop i create LOL. hopefully this will be enough to thank you all and to satiate you guys till i come back from hibernation again 🩵🙏

also!! while this is a gender neutral reader, ivan still refers to you as a housewife. this is pretty much an extension of the headcanon post i did on him.

MAN I NEED TO RECONNECT WITH NATURE AFTER THIS 😭😭😭

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The average heart rate of a rabbit is a hundred and eighty beats per minute. Much, much faster than a human's at only a hundred, the little hearts of rabbits pump virile blood into their vulnerable bodies in order to outrun the cursed life of a prey animal they have no choice but to live.

Living with Ivan feels the exact same way. You, a human, were reduced to nothing but a prey animal whose only line of defense was either freeze or flight. Ivan prefers the freeze response. Tries to squeeze it out of you as much as he can.

The morning begins normally. You wake up next to his large, minimally clothed body, while you're bundled up as much as physically possible. You don't understand how he's so comfortable in the cold, but you've learned not to liken him to humans. You gently wake him up before you leave the bed– you learned that he doesn't like waking up to an empty bed without any prior notice. It takes a while for Ivan to wake up, he's a heavy sleeper, but when his violet eyes finally open and dilate at the sight of you, the first thing he does is smile and pull you in to trap you in a strong bear hug. Don't struggle, he'll just tighten his grip. Then he kisses your cheek, and just holds you there without saying anything. He'll grumble a little when you tell him you have to leave bed to make breakfast, but he eventually will let you go.

It's a little sick how your current living situation makes chores the best part of your day, given how it allows the most proximity between you and Ivan. Cooking in the early morning is your favorite, since it takes Ivan a long time to recover from his hibernation. Thinking about what to cook is a bit of a meditative process as well, allows you to think thoroughly about anything other than your way of life and the man keeping you here.

Today, you decided to make something simple and similar to something you ate growing up. Luckily, Ivan is not a picky eater, even though he rather obviously prefers Slavic food. He'll eat whatever you make happily, but he'll be in even better spirits if you make something familiar to him.

You do not cook in silence. Silence has quickly become one of your biggest pet peeves since your captivity, and you do anything to drown it out. This damn empty mansion, the way Ivan is so terrible with his words and chooses instead to crush you with his actions, the bleak snowy landscape that greets you if you dare try and find any solace outside of this cage and your captor– It's enough to drive anyone insane. So, you pass the days by drowning out your thoughts with music and movies.

Ivan doesn't allow you a cellphone, or anything remotely modern at all. His home has a terrifying dedication to being so analog, you'd think you'd been transported to the 90's if not for the TV with a few streaming services on it, the only modern piece of technology he allows. He likes to collect cameras, radios, and old phones. Ivan's menagerie of antique goods is so expansive that it earned itself its own room. It's almost like a small museum, and you're very glad he allows you to look at and touch them as you pleased– with care, of course. He can actually be rather charming when he acts as your "museum guide" in this room. One of the few times you find yourself thinking anything remotely positive about him.

Ivan's voice is soft, it always is, but when he talks about these things he's so passionate about and so engrossed in, it takes on a bit more of a stern, confident tone that is easier for you to listen to. And when he's looking at the objects he's explaining, you can admire his side profile more openly. He's caught you multiple times (he has surprisingly sharp senses), and you're met with a flustered smile instead of the usual so-sweet-to-the-point-it-looks-fake type of smile.

"What are you looking at?" He'd ask, his voice quieting back down to that syrupy tone.

"Just you." You'd reply, which makes him pause in surprise for a second, before it earns a soft giggle from the towering man.

"Why? Is something wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, Vanya." The nickname makes him melt. "You just looked pretty."

The smile falls from his face, and his cheeks redden even more than you thought possible, before his grin returns tenfold. He laughs and looks away.

The memory of such interactions make you feel like buttering up to the man instead of rejecting him so much, then you realize you're just describing stockholm syndrome. As crazy as it is, it feels like, at this point, it'd be better to let it happen than to be aware and hateful every day you live here.

As if your thoughts had alerted him, you hear Ivan's deceptively soft footsteps descend the stairs. He doesn't say anything, and just makes his way to the kitchen to watch you.

He's dressed in more clothing now, a dark blue sweater and gray sweatpants. His neck is left bare around you. When you first met him, his clothing that purposefully covers his neck always went unnoticed by you, because such clothes fit him so well, like they were always meant to be there. It was only after your capture, when he took off his scarf and you saw the bandages around his pale neck did you start to question it.

You've never outright asked him, you worry the subject is too volatile. He just... decided to stop hiding it one day. It was after a shower when you first saw it, the ligature marks around his neck and a few faded pink scars on the front of his adam's apple. Ivan noticed you staring, and you've never seen him look so small and insecure before.

"Is it bad?"

"No." You shake your head. "Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore."

And that was that.

You finish plating up two dishes, one with a significantly heftier portion than yours considering how much he eats. You quickly place the chopping board and all the pans you used in the sink to wash later, and you bring the dishes to the table.

Ivan yawns, rubs at his eyes, and without much event, just picks up a knife and a fork and starts eating. You do the same only after fetching some tea from the samovar.

Breakfast is always quiet besides the background noise of whatever media you chose to play.

"Mm. Ёжик в тумaне?"

"Yeah. I like this one."

"A little somber, isn't it?"

"The hedgehog is cute. I relate to it a little bit."

Ivan takes his eyes off of the television to look at you, and ponders what you said a little more. He doesn't say anything, and continues eating.

"What will you be doing today?" You ask, in case you needed to iron some clothing or prepare extra food for guests.

He hums in thought for a moment. "I'll be going out in the evening to drink with the other nations."

"What will you be wearing?"

"What I usually do."

You nod, "I'll have it ready soon."

"What about you?" He asks.

"Hmm... I'll wash the dishes, then iron and press your clothing. After that, I'll think of what to cook for lunch while cleaning the house, and I'll prepare a meal for you before you leave. Then while you're away, I'll clean up some more and prepare dinner. And if I have some time, I'll sit and watch some more movies."

Ivan hums in satisfaction. He enjoys how strict to routine your lives were. Familiarity and stability are what he desires most, and he believes you're the only one who can grant him that wish.

"Perfect." He smiles, petting the crown of your head with a large, broad hand.

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You adjust the dusty pink scarf around his thick neck after finishing wrapping the scars on his throat with bandages. You do it neatly and comfortably, as opposed to how Ivan does, quickly and efficiently, learned from decades of routine, yet it's still so much more uncomfortable compared to when you do it.

"How is it?" You ask. Ivan replies by taking your smaller hands in his and leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"You do it perfectly, любовь моя." He sighs, before pouting slightly. "I wish I could just stay home."

"You'll be alright, Vanya. Alcohol is like water to you anyways."

He snickers and rolls his eyes. "That just means it'll be boring for me, then."

"Just try to have fun and relax. I'll be safe and quiet here."

A mousy smile appears on his pink lips. You've said exactly what he wants to hear. "Alright. I'll just get it over with." He presses one last kiss to the top of your hair before leaving.

"Don't cause any trouble!" Ivan sings, before exiting the living room and closing the door behind him. You get a glimpse of the blindingly white outside world, and a gust of stinging cold air brushes against your skin like a warning.

You let out a taut breath, finally feeling like you're able to breathe without his crushing presence. You dust off your hands, from nothing in particular, before going off to do just as you said to him earlier. It bothers you how much he still affects you without even being around.

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The sky is dark, and all that is heard is the droning of soft music and the burbling of something boiling on the stove. Its tranquility is broken by the door opening with more aggression than usual.

"Vanya?" You call out, hoping the sweet usage of his nickname would quell whatever spawned this roughness within him.

All you hear is something vaguely resembling a groan and a sigh, and his heavy, thudding footsteps. Your heart starts to race a little.

"Is something wrong, Vanya?" You ask meekly, approaching him with caution. He reeks of alcohol, and his movements seem all sluggish. Jesus, how much did Russia of all people need to drink in order to get this wasted?

"I'm alright." He huffs, taking off his gloves and his coat with slight difficulty. You step in closer to help him undress, taking off his scarf. You don't miss how he tenses up, so you freeze and meet his constantly intense stare to gauge his expression. His eyelids are low, pupils contracted, eyes darker than usual, and cheeks flushed like they always are. He seems to be pouting a bit. He doesn't do much else, so you continue, stripping him of his large overcoat. All he's left in now is a black sweater and thick brown slacks.

"I've made dinner. You can just sit wherever you want and I'll bring it to you–"

Ivan leans in so quickly, you couldn't even register it in order to dodge or deflect his kiss in time. This time, it lands on your lips. He doesn't do this usually at all, unless he was planning something. The blood drains from your face when his large hand finds the back of your neck, and holds it stiff, preventing any chance of backing out.

His skin and the inside of his mouth are impossibly warm, and the bitter, sterile taste of vodka is the only damn thing invading your senses. You grip the fabric of his knitted sweater, it makes him part from your lips to pant like a dog and take said piece of clothing off, now left in a dark gray shirt.

"V-Va– You taste like alcohol–"

"Get drunk off of me." He whispers, before grabbing the sides of your arms and kissing you tongue first, lapping at your lips, and at this point, you learned better than to deny him. With all the mental fortitude you could muster, you rigidly part your lips. Despite all your efforts to be as pliant as possible to try and guarantee your safety, you can't help the shiver of revulsion when his tongue invades your mouth like a parasite and rubs against yours.

It feels like time slows down, you can feel the milliseconds before your instincts kick in, and each millisecond feels like a year of dread. Unable to stop raw instinct, you bite down.

Your heart stops when you hear him grunt, and feel his grip around your arms tighten before he shoves you away. He gasps, cursing under his breath in his mother tongue before setting his sights back on you.

Doe-eyed and trembling like a leaf in a hurricane, you begin to plead.

"N-No, no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Vanya, please–"

He approaches, kicks the back of your knees, before you are grabbed by the scruff of your shirt. The collar of your blouse is yanked back and presses the fabric tightly against your throat as he drags you to the front door. You're coughing and struggling to regain your footing, and the moment you can breathe, you beg.

"Please! Nonono– Vanya please don't do this I'll be good–" The words tumble out like unorganized clutter using the one short breath you were able to catch.

With one more harsh tug, you fall to your knees again, and the door opens. The sight of the snow immediately triggers something within you, and you begin sobbing.

Ivan takes a peak at you, seemingly taking pity.

"Only for a few minutes."

You shake your head in a frenzy, not believing a word he says. Even if he was saying the truth, you'd much rather continue to humiliate yourself over being outside for even a few seconds. What if he forgets about you? What if that door never opens again? What if you die a miserable death, separated from your survival by just a few inches of wood?

That's why, the moment he throws you out, you scramble to your feet and shove that damned door open before he can fully close it. You know you're in deeper shit when you hear the door slam against him, and the deep yelp that follows it. You run for your life into the confines of his house.

You quickly make way to one of the bathrooms, the only rooms in the house you're still able to lock from the inside. You knew even that meant nothing, since you're sure Ivan could and would break them down without a second thought. Yet, it was still your best shot.

You lock the bathroom door and sit on the flooring right next to it. You try to calm down your heartrate and your heaving so you could try and listen in on whatever was going on outside this room.

Eerie silence is what greets you. You hate it, hate it so much. Shuddering, you hold your breath and strain your ears just a little more.

And that's when you hear it.

Soft footsteps.

You have to bite back a scream from how much raw fear that little sound sends shooting through your nervous system. Makes your skin crawl so bad that it almost hurts.

Ivan's clearly not in any rush, but FUCK did you wish he'd just get it over with and sprint right at you. You're sure he knows where you are, he just likes to freak you out, you can tell. That sweet smile he always puts on is nothing short of sadistic, constantly has this look in his eyes, some kinda weird sparkle that tells you he enjoys watching you struggle beneath him. Knowing you'll be face to face with those very eyes shortly makes your ribs squeeze around your quaking lungs and heart.

The footsteps approach. You brace yourself for a rough kick to the door or a pipe slamming through it.

Instead, he knocks. This was wrong, what was happening? Oh, god, this was so much worse.

"I won't ask again."

Scrambling to the door, not even sparing any time to actually stand up, you open it. You wince when you strain your neck to look up and see the damage done to him by your outburst. A nasty, bloody bruise on the bridge of his tall nose and that same crimson liquid streaming down his nostril. Your chest shakes like a dying sparrow's.

"I-I'm sorry. Please."

And he smiles.

Ivan is actually, genuinely, extremely pleased right now. He's wanted this all along, for you to fear the outside world so much you'd do anything in the world to stay here, right by his side. He doesn't give a single shit about the injuries you've caused him now and in the past, he's strong, he can take it, and he'll always forgive you over and over again. Of course, it makes him annoyed, because what good housewife would beat their husband like that? But he understands that your circumstances aren't exactly normal, so he'll endure it with irritation. At the rate he's breaking you in, though, you'll soon be as pliant and obedient as he expects you to be. Perhaps you'll even start to love him back. Just the thought of it raises goosebumps on his porcelain skin and makes his hands tremble in excitement.

You don't understand why he's giggling right now.

He sighs your name, and crouches down to meet your stare. You flinch as a droplet of blood hits the tiles. Ivan's grin only widens when your shaking hands reach for his face and try to wipe the blood away.

"O-Oh, Ivan," You whine uselessly, getting up on boneless legs to grab the first-aid kit. He watches with bright, amused eyes. He knows you won't try anything anymore. He's confident in your compliance to him.

As carefully as you can, you wipe off the blood with paper towels, crying harder when it smears instead of going away completely like you'd hoped. It felt like your mistakes were going to be impossible to fix.

Ivan's cheery gaze never falters. Maybe this is the happiest you've ever seen him, despite the blood streaming into the gaps of his teeth and forming a grotesque image. Dusty eyelashes frame his smiley crescent moon eyes, cheeks ruddy as little alcohol-stained puffs of air pollute the cold atmosphere. You jolt when he chuckles throatily.

"What's wrong?" His voice is as sickly sweet as it always is.

"Y-You're mad– I made you mad. I'm sorry." You choke on your own words, trying your best not to drop the bottle of disinfectant in your weak hand.

"What did you do?"

"I–" You hiccup, "I d-didn't– I didn't listen to you. I wasn't good."

Unable to hide his pleasure, he laughs and leans in to give you a chaste, bloody kiss.

"It will be okay. I love you."

You're glad your crying masks the gag reflex that almost makes itself apparent when you know what you have to say next. You steel your nerves and dryly swallow the taste of Ivan's blood.

"I love– I love you too."

He gives you a pleased, closed-mouth smile, and presses a kiss to the top of your head before taking the bottle of disinfectant from you. He begins to tend to his own wounds.

"This does not mean I forgive you, though."

Just as you felt your whole world crashing down around you, Ivan saves you.

He breathes out a laugh, "No, I won't throw you outside again. It's much better staying inside with me, yes?"

You nod in a frenzy. "Yes! Y-Yes, much better. Please don't."

"Well," Ivan prefaces, disinfecting the cut on his nose before placing a bandaid on it. He turns his head to the side and spits out the blood left in his mouth. "You will have to tend to this wound. Kiss it better." And before you could even wonder what he meant by that, his tongue lolls out, brandishing the red bite mark from earlier.

Disgust registers for only a second.

Like an automaton made solely to serve, you lean forward, grasp onto his biceps, and press a needy, desperate kiss to his drooling tongue. He laughs while you lap at his tongue like a wounded dog, warm, alcoholic breaths brushing against your face.

After relishing in the feeling of your worship for a little longer, he gently pushes you to the ground and crawls over your jittery body, placing a hand against the small of your back to hold you up and closer to him, with the other gripping the outside of your thigh.

"You will not bite me this time?"

Nodding fearfully, praying the conviction in your eyes will be enough to warrant his forgiveness, you wrap your arms around his neck.

Sighing happily, he presses his cold lips against yours, taking the lead happily as he moans into the kiss. The sound was more out of the satisfaction of establishing his dominance rather than the actual physical pleasure.

Ivan doesn't usually indulge in sexual fantasies or acts, which surprises you considering how touchy the man is. His mind usually favors daydreams of a stable, domestic life with you. Ivan prioritizes establishing your relationship over anything else, so he doesn't really find the time to lull over menial things like sex. Marriage is one thing, but your total submission is another.

Then again, this doesn't mean that he fully doesn't have any carnal desires when it comes to you. It's you, for christ's sake. When his fantasies of dominance come into play, it seems only obvious that sometimes his thoughts wander into the bedroom.

Ivan fantasizes a lot about having you desire him as much as he does you. He wants you to need him like air. Wants to have you mewling his name and clinging to him like your life depended on it, which would quite literally be the case right now. Wants to see your pretty, pretty tears reserved only for him. Wants to see you fall apart in his arms over and over again while comforting you so meanly and kissing your crying face.

Ivan tries his best to not let these thoughts make themselves apparent, but fuck, do you make it so hard sometimes. How could any man not be affected by the sight of their adorable little housewife in an apron? Takes so much for him to not just grab you by your hair and bend you over the counter. Whenever you cry for whatever reason, he almost feels guilty over how instantly horny it makes him. Almost feels guilty when all he can think about is licking those tears off of your face and making himself the cause of them. God, he wants to play the role of a nice doting husband so bad, but he can't help but feel you up and breathe down your neck when you try on the dresses and lingerie he buys for you. He can't help grabbing your waist and pressing his erection against your ass– not on purpose, he just wanted to be close to you.

While aggressive in his approach, Ivan never forces any sexual acts that you refuse. Even if he's left high and breathing heavy, he still wants to be someone you don't completely hate. Be a good husband, be a good husband. He always chants to himself. All his prayers proved fruitful when he quite literally cried tears of joy during your first time together.

Ivan doesn't know what was different that day, he didn't expect anything, just to make out and have you reject him after a bit, but you just... kept going, until he was ramming into you, hands tight around your sweaty waist and fucking into you like you were just a fleshlight. He's never seen himself like this, moaning and gasping like a girl and feeling so fucking good that all that he wanted– all that he could think of was breeding you like a bull and how beautiful your family would be. God, the memory of you struggling, doing your best to take his thick cock and crying so cutely just trying to bottom out is engraved into the grooves of his brain. It makes his stomach feel all warm whenever he thinks of it. He wants to carve it under his eyelids so he can see it every time he blinks.

Ivan laughs a lot during sex, call him creepy, it's genuinely because he is just so damn happy that he can't hide it. Why should he hide it from you? He wants to show you just how much he loves you and how good you make him feel. You make him feel so damn happy and complete that all he could do was chant IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou– while whimpering, giggling, his tears dripping onto your face.

Maybe he'll get lucky again.

Without parting, Ivan carefully lowers your back to the tiled floor, straddling your body and snaking his long fingers under your blouse, resting them against your heated abdomen. He smiles into the kiss when you jolt away, tickled by how frigid they are.

The ends of his feathered gray hair tickles your wet face, your body shivering at all the different sensations attacking you simultaneously. The cold tiles, his freezing hands, his hot tongue, the faint taste of blood, the warm drool seeping out the side of your mouth, his arid breathing, the smell of alcohol–

Your hands, still by the back of his neck, reach up to ever-so-slightly tug at his hair to signal you needed a breather. Ivan makes a small noise of surprise, before pulling away.

He looks absolutely dazed, lips shiny with remnants of a spit trail, and lavender eyes heavy and glazed over with a feral lust. His breathing is labored, muscular chest rising and falling as he intently watches every minute expression your face makes. Despite the blatant lack of nudity, this might be the most erotic sight you've ever seen. Fuck, why does he have to look so good when you're supposed to hate him?

Right now, you were so exhausted you couldn't even remember what reason you'd have to hate him, despite there being enough that you could spend the rest of your life listing all of them down.

And just when you try to refuse by backing up, your thigh brushes against his boner and he lets out the most heated, breathy, shivery moan you've ever heard. The vocalization sounded like it was tailor-made to tantalize you, to tempt you into biting the fruit. And you know what? You were a sinner anyways.

"Bed– B-Bedroom."

A toothy grin appears on Ivan's face, and he exhales a breathy laugh. He looks absolutely delighted, and starved.

Without a second thought, he picks you up, and carries you to the closest one.

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The next morning begins normally. Your body is sore, and covered in bite marks. That was one of the best sleeps you've had in recent memory. Ivan seems to think so, too, with his arms cradling your torso and a hand resting over your lower abdomen. The ache reminds you about what happened yesterday, you can still feel him in there somehow.

You woke up a little later in the morning compared to usual. Since you're still a little too exhausted to get up and begin cooking, you lay there for a while, listening to the quiet howling of the wind outside. You wonder when was the last time you heard any birds chirping.

Thinking of the outside world brings you a bit of dread, don't really like doing it. But when your life is so isolated and so alone, misery can become a form of entertainment.

The more and more days go by, the more and more do you forget what your life was like before meeting the Russian. The longer you live with Ivan, the more does it feel that he was just always there, and that your life before meeting him was a falsified memory. You're not even sure how much time has passed since, it's always snowing outside, every day feels the same.

That's the one thing you remember from before this life, the feeling of warmth. You're not sure you remember the feeling of it, really, but you're well aware of the absence it leaves behind. Maybe when spring finally comes around, you can open that door, and...

Eyebrows furrowing as a migraine starts to set in, you shake your head weakly. You didn't like thinking about the outside.

Turning over to face Ivan, you gently wake him up before you leave the bed– you learned that he doesn't like waking up to an empty bed without any prior notice. He eventually stirs from his sleep, hugs you, and you do not struggle.

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[mimicmimikyuwrites]

Russia (Ivan Braginsky) x Fem!Reader Smut Headcanons

Summary: Just me and my dirty mind rambling on, that is all 😚

Contents/Possible Warnings: breeding kink, SMUT, MDNI

Despite how cruel he is/comes off to as others, Ivan is terrified of being too rough with his partner. Sex is an intimate experience for him in every way possible, so he wants both of you to feel as good as possible.

He'll be as gentle and soft as he can, acting almost as if you're made out of porcelain and you'll break if he moves even slightly just the wrong way.

He's a big man and he knows how strong he can be, especially if he's too lost in the pleasure you're giving him. He holds back a lot more than he'd like to, but to him, it's all worth it knowing that you're not at risk of him accidentally hurting you.

Expect a lot of you being on top when your relationship first begins. It's a position that lets you go at your own pace, something that reassures him heavily. He doesn't want to be too controlling and turn you off, after all.

If you want things a bit (or a lot) rougher, you'll have to ease him into the idea; letting him know you won't break, and you can take a lot more of him than he may think. It takes him some time to really consider it, and when he's finally on board he's still cautious.

But once you've gotten into the swing of things and he realizes just how amazing the experience is for you both, he'll stop holding back.

Every part of him is big, and his cock is no exception. His favorite thing in the world is to hear the sounds you make as he sinks into you, whether it be slow, and full of teasing or quick, and filled with excitement and raw desire.

"Oh? Does that feel good?" He'll ask you with an innocent smile as he pounds into you, watching as your eyes screw shut and your back arches in pleasure; his thick length managing to hit all the right spots.

He can only keep his innocent facade up for so long, however, considering how tight and wet you feel around him it doesn't take long before you're trapped beneath him, growls and curses escaping him as he loses himself in the pleasure.

His second favorite thing has to be filling you up with his cum, making sure to release as deep inside of you as possible. The idea of you getting pregnant sparks something inside of him that nothing else does. Even if you're on the pill, the thought alone still excites him, even if it comes without as much risk.

Anyways, that was my quick little ramble lol.

[yawujin]

hello !! i love when u write russia to be bashful, wondering if you got any more headcanons that makes him shy around his s/o? it's so cute!! hope this makes sense :3

yes i do have some more hcs for him, he's so cute <3 here you go!! 🪄

{ request } what makes russia shy ₊˚⊹౨ৎ

type • head canon format , established relationship , cute , light hearted , romantic relationship , my characterization , russia being cute as always

he can manage hand holding, but when his lover holds his arm and slightly leans their head onto his shoulder he might get a little embarrassed. especially if the two of them are in public. he keeps his eyes to the ground, trying to ignore how his blush is making his ears warm.

he got a little shy the first time he asked his partner if he could be the little spoon for a change

gets a little shy (& completely turned on) when his partner talks dirty to him in russian (assuming they're fluent or learning the language for him <3)

gets really shy whenever his partner compliments him on his gains in the gym or just on his physique in general (but especially if they mention his chest)

if his partner ever called him 'soft' , 'cuddly' or told him they remind them of a 'polar bear' russia definitely starts feeling warm and just the tiniest bit embarrassed 🫣

[worldheadcanons]

just had a silly idea... stalker x milf reader???

☆ stalkertalia with a milf!

requested by anon! feminine, milf!reader. starring . . . america & russia. warning for general mentions of stalking, pregnancy, & children, plus a little nsfw in alfred’s part. fandom masterlist found here.

📌 . . . author notes: these 2 definitely love milfs but for wildly different reasons.

alfred f. jones!

— it started when you picked your kid up from baseball practice some random summer day. you took off your shades and tucked them into your shirt as your son ran up to you, rambling on about hitting a home run during a scrimmage game. of course, you were delighted, hugging him and ruffling his hair. you smiled and laughed, picking him up into your arms. he was still young enough for you to spin him around, so that’s exactly what you did. you had no clue that his coach was watching you, admiring every bit of your body that was visible. alfred couldn’t help but bite his lip as he noticed the way your jeans hugged your ass. it was an innocent enough start. for a while, thats all he did — he watched. he admired.

— he realized one day after jerking off to the mere thought of you that he has to have you for himself. in order to do that though, he’d have to win over your son... something that, admittedly, wasn't too hard to do seeing as though the kid already had taken a liking to him. jones learned later on that your son’s father was completely out of the picture. it was probably because of this that your son ended up liking alfred so much. he was basically a father to him. he couldn’t say that his love for you had no influence over his kindness to your son.... still, he had a genuine fondness for him. it shows in the little ways, like when he helps with your kid’s homework without you asking.

— occasionally he sees you out at restaurants or grocery shopping and he’ll come over and say hi. alfred’s always smart about these interactions, just so that you don’t get thrown off. he makes sure to say hey to your son first, ruffling his hair and calling him ‘champ’ before saying hi to you. he’ll go in for a hug, enjoying the smell of you. the hug is short but it brings him more happiness than you could ever realize. it’s a tried and true formula, a script that jones follows religiously.

— once baseball season’s over and he realizes that he won’t be seeing you much anymore, alfred suddenly starts going around the neighborhood doing yard work for cash. he’ll tend to every flowerbed in the world if it means that he gets a glimpse or two more of you. besides, extra cash never hurt anybody.

— more often then not will work on your yard shirtless. you’ll make him lemonade like the kind neighbor you are and occasionally when it’s extra hot you force him to take a break. you take him by the arm and drag him inside, going on about how he’ll have a stroke if he continues slaving out in the heat. there’s a sort of routine when it comes to him being in your house. you force him inside, sit him down, eventually leave him alone and while you’re gone, he snoops around your house. he doesn’t feel too bad about it. he’ll be living with you soon anyways, right?

— he honestly just loves doing things for you. jones doesn’t mind building things like play sets or tables. he definitely doesn’t mind lifting things, as you always personally give him a hug when he’s done. his ears always burn red at the slightest bit of praise and thanks. it’s like he’s waited his whole life to hear those words from you.

ivan braginsky!

— he thinks you’re oh so sexy. he can’t place his finger on why, but when he sees you he can’t help but blush. he also loves how you act with your kid. you’re patient with your son but you’re not a pushover. the way you coddle and occasionally spoil him — ivan’s almost jealous of the boy. speaking of, your son is quite cute. he’s got the sweetest smile with dimples and cheeks that braginsky desperately wants to pinch at. oh, what he wouldn’t give to be apart of your little family.

— the russian eventually picks up a job at a local grocery store just so he can help you reach up and get things. he knows you enjoy shopping there and he also knows from you complaining that you have a hard time grabbing certain things. ivan doesn’t hesitate to press himself against you as he helps you from behind. then he’ll innocently hand you whatever you were looking for, as if his pelvis wasn’t right against your ass two seconds ago.

— he’s been to the beach with you and your kid, mostly to protect you. braginsky always uses the same excuse — that he couldn’t let you go out alone because someone might bother you. it’s partially true, but he’s also there to make sure that no one hits on you. he loves seeing your body and occasionally his mind wanders and he’ll briefly wonder what you’d look if you were pregnant again. so stunning, he’s sure. he’d take care of you, rubbing your feet and treating you like the angel you are.. his queen..

— he zones out so much that he almost misses you asking him to rub sunscreen on your back while you put some on your kid. the three of you sit in a sort of line, your kid in your lap and you sitting in front of ivan. it’s hard for him to focus during moments like these.

— he wants to give you another kid, honestly, one personally given to you by him.

[married-to-google-translater]

Yandere Russia with country reader

Ivan met you for the first time at the meeting of the countrys.

At first, the meeting should have been just a formality because you were a new country that shared a border with Ivan.

However, there was something in you that stayed in Ivan's head rent-free.

Ivan would learn everything about you very quickly.

He had the resources to do all this without your knowledge.

In three days he would learn your culture, your history and all your weaknesses.

You really don't know anything about Ivan's little "project".

When everything is ready, Ivan would approach you and want to be your "friend".

You and Ivan would become really really really close friends.

Ivan would really support you financially and try to make you dependent on him.

This would indeed be a good plan.

Next, Ivan would either try to get you into an arranged marriage or he would kidnap you.

It depends on whether you want to marry him and become one with the mother Russia <3

[sleepingdeath-light]

cuddling hcs ; allied forces

requested by ; nobody / self indulgent

fandom(s) ; hetalia

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; america / alfred f. jones, canada / matthew williams, china / yào wáng, england / arthur kirkland, france / francis bonnefoy, russia / ivan braginsky

outline ; “cuddling hcs for the allies”

note ; writing this may or may not have sent me hurtling straight back into a hetalia phase… maybe

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

america / alfred f. jones

alfred is, to put it plainly, something of a cuddle bug and will take any and every opportunity he can find to wrap you up in his arms and hug you until one of you is dragged away to do something much more boring and much less cozy — like this man could spend an entire day cuddled up with you and he’d still start pouting and complaining when you get up to do something else

he’s by no means picky about what position you’re cuddling in, like at all, but there is something about being the big spoon that makes his heart feel particularly full (he likes feeling like he’s protecting you)

cuddling with alfred can happen at any time in any place — in your shared bed first thing in the morning, in the meeting room literally seconds before his allies are due to come in, out in public when he just tackles you from behind and pulls you into a hug, etc., etc. — but he always manages to make it worth your while

this all works out brilliantly during the colder months since alfred is pretty much a living furnace, but during summer it’s an absolute nightmare so you’ll either have to forgo cuddling for a while, or put on a strong fan and pray

(and lord help you if you’re claustrophobic because al is extremely strong and once he’s latched onto you he is not letting go anytime soon)

canada / matthew williams

as your relationship with matthew progresses and his confidence with initiating and accepting physical affection grows, you’ll come to find that he’s actually quite the cuddle bug — especially if those cuddles also include you kissing all over his face and playing with his hair (though he’d never dream of asking for that out loud)

he’s not especially fussy about what position you’re in as long as you’re both holding each other, but when he’s in certain moods he does have positions he tends to gravitate towards — e.g. when he’s had a rough day he prefers to be little spoon, when he’s all love sick and wants to fall asleep he prefers to cuddle you in a position where he can see your face, and when you’re watching something together he’s rather have you perched on his lap or cuddled up into his side

generally speaking he prefers to cuddle in bed or on the couch, but if you want to cuddle out in public then he’s not going to turn you down (even if pda can sometimes make him a bit flustered) since it’s not like anyone really acknowledges his existence long enough to give you both grief over it

as long as he’s not in the middle of something super important (or watching the hockey because he gets way too passionate for his own good sometimes), matthew is pretty much always down to cuddle with you — it’s nice having someone he cares about acknowledge his existence and crave his company, so more often than not he’ll open his arms and invite you to make yourself comfortable whenever you ask

matthew loves the sound of your voice, so when you’re cuddling with him he’ll often just encourage you to talk while he listens intently and absentmindedly plays with the hem of your shirt

china / yào wáng

yào isn’t really a big cuddler in his own right, but will happily snuggle up with you after an especially long day of meetings and trying to be the best elder brother figure he can be — which usually means that cuddling with him will be paired with a very melancholic ranting session until he’s gotten it all out of his system and the two of you can either cuddle in comfortable silence or talk about something else entirely

what position the two of you end up in is pretty much entirely down to you — whether you decide to cuddle him from behind when he’s sat at his desk working on something, or to snuggle up against his chest when you’re laying in bed, or to make yourself comfortable on his lap when you’re sat around relaxing at home, or whatever else — but he will very politely ask you to readjust or let go if he needs to get up and leave for whatever reason, or if he’s just starting to get uncomfortable and needs to move around a bit

another one that prefers to keep all cuddling related activities confined to your shared home — he’s just not someone who sees much point in pda or involving anyone else in your relationship, is all… but anywhere in the house itself is fair game as long as you catch him at the right time

he’s much more likely to initiate a cuddle session if you’re wearing or doing something cute, but usually they’re quite brief and consist of the two of you hugging while standing up while he showers you in compliments for a bit

yào has gotten pretty good at moving around when you’re cuddling him, meaning that he’s able to do other things like draw or read or cook or eat when you’re hanging off of him like an adorable humanoid koala — and if you happen to catch him when he’s cooking and in a good mood then you’ll get to be his taste tester while he walks you through each step of the recipe he’s following and carefully manoeuvres the two of you around his kitchen

england / arthur kirkland

arthur is, generally speaking, not the cuddling type — he’s not opposed to it and will cuddle with you if that’s what you want, it’s just not something he’s as naturally inclined to do as someone like alfred or frances

ever the traditional gentleman, he leans towards positions that involve him holding you rather than the other way around (unless he’s like super emotional and needs some comfort for whatever reason) — e.g being the big spoon, laying with your face buried in his chest, etc.

not even remotely a fan of pda outside of handholding and chaste pecks on the cheek, so naturally cuddling is kept to the inside of your shared home — specifically either on your bed or on the settee where he can sit up and enjoy a cup of tea and a good book while indulging in the comforting smell of your shampoo and the feeling of your body against his

cuddling with arthur is usually relegated to the evenings after he’s finished with his duties for the day, either when he’s having the last cup of tea for the day or when the two of you are trying to get to sleep — though on rare occasions he has been up for cuddling during the day, usually when one of you really needs some reassurance

doesn’t always realise when he’s doing it, but when you’ve been cuddling for a long enough time he’ll start periodically kissing the top of your head and brushing a hand gently along the back of your head and your neck — it’s slow and comforting and, honestly, enough to send you straight to sleep if you’re not actively trying to stay awake

france / francis bonnefoy

frances is a very physically affectionate person and cuddling is just one of the many many ways he goes about showing his love for you

tends to gravitate towards positions that allow him to kiss you easily — e.g. face-to-face in bed, you perching on his lap, you laying on top of him, etc. — but he’ll also settle for being the big spoon because he likes being able to play with your hair and kiss the nape of your neck (and being able to whisper things that leave you speechless, but he’ll do that whether or not you’re cuddling at the time)

prefers to cuddle you at home for the most part since it allows the two of you to get more comfortable, but he’s not opposed to a bit of pda here or there — especially if it allows him to annoy arthur with how sickeningly sweet and touchy the two of you are

when it comes to timings, he’s not fussy and will cuddle you whenever you want him to (unless he’s actually very busy at the time), whether that means first thing in the morning, after a meal, before he goes to work, when he comes home from work, when you’re cooking together, when you’re running errands, or right before the two of you go to bed, he loves it all the same

as mentioned above, while you’re cuddling he loves to try and make you flustered however he can, but depending on the time of day he’s also been known to read to you, drink wine, and talk to you about his day while you’re wrapped up and cozy in his arms

(and, as an aside, no matter how you go to sleep you will always wake up to him cuddling up to you the next morning if you shared a bed — cute!)

russia / ivan braginsky

between his large size, his extreme strength, and the fact that he’s a walking radiator, ivan braginsky is probably one of the best cuddling partners you could possibly ask for — up until the point where you want to get up and do something else, because once you’re in his arms he is not letting go until he absolutely has to

prefers positions that involve you being on top of him in some way so there’s less risk of him crushing or otherwise hurting you — so you straddling his waist, laying on his chest, or standing while cuddling are all things that he tends to default to when you’re together

(will also gladly share his coat with you so the two of you can cuddle standing up outside)

not really bothered about the where or when as long as he gets to pull you in his arms and bury his face in your neck or hair — and it’s not like anyone’s going to stop him since what he’s doing is harmless and not all that distracting so… yeah… hope you’re not opposed to pda

if he needs to move somewhere else while cuddling you, he’ll just pick you up and carry you with him to wherever he needs to go without a moment’s hesitation

[hearts4shadow]

(well, sort of dark themes..)

🌀 V3RY LAZY S/O IV4N BRAGINSK1 HCS!! 🦔

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H3LLOH3LLO!!! het4lia is fry1ng my br4in and russ1a has replaced my sc4ra obs3ssion, soo h3re are sum very l4zy iv4n hcs!! ^J^

ivan was very nervous at first in your relationship, since he’s used to being ignored or avoided, he didn’t expect to have such luck to have a partner, so unlike his “intimidating” persona, he’ll try his absolute best to make you happy!

my russian bbg is very insecure abt himself, like his personality, weight, etc. so whenever you kiss the tip of his nose or snuggle close against his belly bro will go:

autistic. will not elaborate.

his special interest is probably horror and gory themes, or either something related to those, my guy will walk up to you in the middle of the night when you’re trying to sleep and say sum shit like: “..did you know the human head stays conscious after being decapitated?? :D”

the typa guy to stay up all night with you watching those weird-ass sonic.exe videos, he finds the creepypasta funny for some reason

he LOVES gurokawaii fashion, so if you happen to be harajuku, he will gladly go out matching with you

still on the topic of harajuku, he’s gonna buy you loads of accessories randomly outta nowhere, and if you give him some in exchange like eye-shaped hairpins, he will wear that every single day, to the world meetings, to go to sleep, he will wear that to his own FUNERAL.

when he’s out for work, he’ll randomly send you pics of him with some random ass bears he finds in the woods, and may or may not lure one over to your house so you guys can raise it together, like bro you are NOT william afton 😭🙏

last but not least, he’s very obsessed with you. his whole life he was always ignored, left out, always left alone even if he didn’t want it. so the moment you stepped into his life, he saw you as a god/goddess, a blessing that the deities have given to him, so, as expected, he stalks you and manipulate you into staying with him forever, he’ll whisper out sweet lies into your ear such as “what if [insert your enemy’s name here] suddenly finds you?” or “but don’t you wanna stay with me? it’s so dangerous outside!”, but those are hcs for another day, just know you belong to mother russia, and no one else.

gOD 1M SO TIR3D, anyw4ys as always, ty 4 r3ading, lmk if u guyz w4nt mor3! baib4ii!! :mischievousahhface:

t4gs (ignore)

[blephosphorus]

Rodemap! <3

"Your Face" Leon Strohl x F!Reader - Childhood friends to lovers, plot heavy, angst, fluff, smut

(In which, Strohl loses everything in one night, but someone helps bring a piece of his old life back from the ashes.)

"One Last Goodbye" Louis Guiabern x F!Reader - Childhood friends to enemies, angst, smut, hurt barely any comfort

(In which, Louis let's down his guard in front of a familiar stranger for the first and final time.)

"Greedy" Leon Strohl x F!Reader x Basilio Lupus Magnus - pwp

(In which, Strohl and Basilio give their girl everything she wants and more.)

"Atonement" Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd x F!Reader - angst, smut, hurt comfort, it gets worse before it gets better

(In which, the King of Faerghus agonizes over his past actions while laying in bed at night and someone decides that the time has come for him to atone.)

"In Another Life" Louis Guiabern x F!Reader - childhood friends to lovers, fluff, smut, AU of "One Last Goodbye"

(In which, a phoenix risen from the ashes of her old life finds a piece of it standing guard outside the Grand Cathedral.)

"If You Please" Tartaglia x F!Reader - smut, power imbalance, SAGAU

(In which, Ajax throws away his devotion to the Tsaritsa in favor of worshipping a different goddess.)

"Happy Birthday" Leon Strohl x F!Reader - porn with little to no plot, magic pocket pussy, yes you read that right, slight fluff, inspired by a Wriothesley x Reader fic i read a while ago

(In which, Strohl's close friend and ally who he likes gives him a surprise gift box that even she doesn't know the contents of for his birthday.)

"Manager" Brant x F!Reader - fluff, slightly plot heavy, smut

(In which, the newest member of the Troupe of Fools, a siren, becomes the lead songstress of the crew when the Captain declares himself as her manager.)

"Surprisingly A Gentleman" Lovino Vargas x F!Reader - fluff, smut, a looot of pining

(In which, Romano finds himself clenching his fists when he sees his idiot little brother make the new lady country laugh.)

"Becoming One" Ivan Braginsky x F!Reader - smut, suprisingly fluffy, I feel like this one's gonna have a lot of size kink stuff

(In which, the new female nation accepts Russia's proposal to become one with him, much to everyone else's shock and horror.)

More to come...

[dark-and-kinky-hetalia-scenarios]

Ok, how about..... i've been thinking about fem!reader having 3some with 1p!Russia and 1p! America. I think there would be a little rivalry between two of them in bed room!👀👀👀

Oh boy, murder, there's going to be murder

Those two do not get along at all, if you by some miracle get them to not murder each other. Well, then they will fight over you in other ways, like both physically and mentally. Oh yeah and it's likely Russia will attempt to brainwash you on purpose, America does for the most part not realise if he does it. Russia is the type who would try to force America to make eyecontact during a session and America would absolutely hate and try to avoid it. Russia only does it because he knows America hates it. America on the other hand will do anything he can to make Russia appear worse than he is. It's a whole new miniature cold war.

[lilac-amethyst-skies]

Can you do relationship with japan and russia looks like?

Being in a relationship with Russia would include...

Quiet, peaceful mornings watching the snow fall from the kitchen window

Finding your way through Ivan’s more than complicated façade, and seeing that as much as he seems to crave relationships he just as equally holds people away at arm’s length.

Navigating long, somewhat difficult conversations as you continue to really get to know him

Ivan teaching you ballroom dances that you think must be from past memories long, long ago

Receiving the best, fully encompassing hugs you have ever experienced

You finding out how much Ivan also loves being the little spoon

Finding out that Ivan has terrible nightmares,

and then finally coming to realize him continually making excuses to not sleep over with one another started to make a lot more sense.

Ivan weeping after you cared for him so gently when you stayed the night and one of his nightmares occurred

Ivan becoming increasingly more protective over you

Being able to build trust

Nearly constant sweet nothings being whispered into your ear

Oh, and if you do it back? Ivan will absolutely melt.

Ivan’s large hands finding the sides of your body to then gently, intentionally move upwards to lovingly caress your face,

He then admires the way you breathe sweetly, how you close your eyes while leaning further into the weight of his hand.

Witnessing how playful Ivan can be when his walls are down

Him not always hitting the mark with his jokes, but still making you laugh anyway

Speaking of laughs, you can recall one night where Ivan had a bit too much alcohol and then you both decided to play charades. Simply to say, by the end of it you were on the floor crying out in laughter.

You had never witnessed anyone attempt charades with such drunken passion.

Ivan providing for you and your needs, and finding such a fresh, meaningful sense of purpose being with you

You supporting Ivan through thick and thin, and him realizing that yes, you really won’t leave.

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Japan's found here.

[504py]

Its me again (i hope you don't mind i am in you ask again 😅)

So uh do you have headcanon for yandere russia and canada with their s/o?

Thx 🌻

holy SHIT i got carried away 😭😭😭 this was supposed to be a short post, but i got too deep into their characterization. and don't worry!! i appreciate your asks! anyways, here we go guys... please heed the warnings!

Yandere Russia and Yandere Canada Relationship Headcanons

Gender neutral, domestic violence, implied NSFW, self-harm, manipulation, forced feminization, dubious consent, stalking, long post ahead!

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Russia

How the relationship started

Your relationship with Ivan first started with you doing some mundane thing, but he was there at the right place and the right time, and something about you intrigued him. Be it at a restaurant eating a strange food combination, seeing you early in the morning with your hair wet and rushing to get somewhere, or even getting a glimpse of your mismatched socks when you walked past him and didn't even pay him any mind. That was enough to seal your fate as his property. His mind can't seem to stop running with thoughts of you, how are you, why are you, and he needs to scratch that itch.

Ivan sends out a private investigator to stalk you basically, and provide him with your daily schedule. Once Ivan has your schedule, he dismisses the investigator, and takes matters into his own hands by stalking you himself, and trying to insert himself into your daily life.

Then, it was just a matter of getting to know you, courting you with expensive gifts and dates, then fully dooming yourself when you accepted him as your boyfriend.

Expectations

Ivan is very blunt with what he wants. Not very long into your relationship, around a month or so, he asks you to move in with him. Any sort of opposition or protest will be stonewalled by this; "We will be married and living together someday anyways. Why fight it? Don't you love me?"

So, whether you like it or not, you move in with him in his giant, lonely house.

There are no maids and none of the Baltic states to be seen, and this is because Ivan expects you to fulfill the role of a housewife, regardless of your gender. So he'd like for you to do chores yourself and to clean up around the house while he's gone. He doesn't expect perfection from your cleaning, in fact, he finds it a little charming when some areas aren't clean or spotless. His house was huge and you were only so small.

On the topic of fulfilling the role of his housewife, he expects you to do other things that make you fit the role even more, such as giving him affection, cooking for him, and keeping up a good front when guests are around. He wants the two of you to evoke the image of a traditional married couple so badly, and if you fail to meet those requirements...

Punishments

Ivan can be cruel. He doesn't tolerate rebellion very well, and his punishments are always physical.

He is a very touchy man, and if you fail to reciprocate his touch, or actively shy away from it, he'll only get more aggressive. His hugs will feel more suffocating, his grip on your jaw while he kisses you will feel bruising, and you swear, it feels like he's trying to crush your hand while he holds it, despite the sweet smile on his face..

If you continue to refuse him, he'll be much less subtle with his harm. One day, when you try to shove him away from you, his grip on your arm tightens to the point it feels like he might just snap it, and he pulls you close to whisper a threat into your ear; "Will you continue to be like this?"

If you say no and apologize, which would be your best option, he'll let out a strained breath and try to relax his clenched jaw, before letting up his grip on your arm and muttering an apology under his breath himself.

If you say yes... His jaw will tense up, and the look he gives you is bone-chilling. "Alright." He says, and doesn't give you much time to think before he drags you to the front door, and throws you out into the harsh cold, with only the clothes on your back.

You can cry and scream apologies and bang on the door all you want, but he's already walked away and drinking a bit of vodka to soothe his own nerves.

He'll keep you outside till you are on the brink of getting mild hypothermia. He waits there, thinking of how long it'd take for the cold to get to someone of your size and shape. He knows everything about snow, and he knows everything about you.

Right before you start to ebb in and out of consciousness, he opens the door, and drags you back inside, wiping the snow off of you and taking your weak, shivering body in his arms.

You cling to him, wanting to live in his house, his coat, and in his arms forever after experiencing the unforgiving hellscape that is the Russian winter.

Ivan mutters sweet nothings, the alcohol in his breath and the powdery smell of his clothing enveloping all your senses. He says that he wouldn't have to do this if you would've just obeyed him, that this is all your fault, and that he didn't want to do this and that he just loves you too much.

If you had any sense of self-preservation, you'll listen to him from now on, and if not... He wouldn't be above breaking a few bones. But you won't disobey him again, right? It's for your own good.

"I'm sorry, моя любовь.."

Rewards

Ivan is a very affectionate man, but he isn't the best at showing it vocally. He shows it in the lavish gifts and dates he goes on with you— Yes, he takes you out on dates. Only for special events or when he's feeling particularly affectionate, but he does it too because he feels he also has a role to fulfill as a doting, providing husband. He'd feel too bad if he just kept you locked up your whole life as his wife (and, also, he wants to test you.. He wants to see if you'll act up in public, and to see if he can trust you). Ivan feels it adds to the aesthetic of a married couple, too.

Besides that, he is INCREDIBLY physically affectionate. He has no sense of personal space at all, which may or may not be a bad thing to you, but regardless, what you think doesn't really matter, and he'll continue to invade it anyways.

He always calls you over to sit on his lap, he sleeps way too close to you, and he's always looming over your shoulder no matter where and what you're doing. As long as he's home, it's GUARANTEED he will be touching you in some way, shape or form.

Because of such things, Ivan is.. prone to getting intimate with you.

Unlike everything else, he actually sort of values your consent when it comes to the bedroom. Yes, he will make advances and be very touchy-feely, and maybe intimidate you a bit, but at the end of the day, if you keep refusing it, he'll let up, but his mood will noticeably be more tense.

Ivan is especially prone to this because clothing is one of his favorite things to gift you, he enjoys dressing you up in things he finds cute. And I mean literally. Whatever he buys for you, be it dresses, coats, or underwear, Ivan will want to be there to undress you and then dress you up in the things he bought himself. You're like his own cute little doll.

Regardless of your gender, Ivan will buy you feminine clothing and accessories. He may even be inclined to forcing you to grow out your hair.

He likes sniffing you. He rests his nose atop your scalp while hugging you, just to breathe in your scent. It calms him like nothing else in the world, and he feels alive again.

And during not-so-often times like these, he'll speak and voice his affections.

"I love you.. We are going to have a great life together."

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Canada

How the relationship started

Matthew would be completely enamored by you just.. noticing him on a regular basis. Nodding your head at him whenever you two walked by each other in the hallway, mumbling a hello whenever you two sat next to each other, and the mere act of your eyes meeting his. Fully looking at him, and not just straight through him. It always left him red and unable to calm his heart for the rest of the day, so it was only natural he'd fall head over heels for you.

His crush on you kept festering day by day, with him being too shy to continue the little interactions you have, and having such little experience with socializing that he wouldn't even know how to continue furthering this "relationship."

Matthew is rather delusional. He spends his days fantasizing about talking to you, hanging out with you, being with you romantically, and, more often than he'd like to admit, rather impure things... all while you're seated next to him, or while you're across from him, a heady stare through his foggy glasses.

Eventually, Matthew starts to believe that you two were already in a romantic relationship, despite being acquaintances at best, and he starts to get really insecure. What if you forget about him someday? What if you stop noticing him, and you just disappear from his life? He believes that other people you notice, any other person you notice, will jeopardize that oh so special relationship you and Matthew clearly have.

So, Matthew bites the bullet, and asks you out for lunch one day. You smiled and blushed at him so brightly as you accepted, and at that moment, he knew he'd dedicate everything he had in his life to worshipping you.

Expectations

Matthew still puts in an effort to appear like a normal boyfriend, unlike Ivan, so your relationship with him would progress much more naturally.

That doesn't mean he hasn't been doing anything weird, though.

Matthew's already been envisioning what it'd be like to have a family and grow old with you the first moment he heard your voice. All you said was, "Good morning." So what more now that you two are in a real, established, romantic relationship?

He fantasizes constantly about clinging to you like a lifeline and crying about how much he loves you, and to hear you feel the same way he does. He wants to pin you beneath him, letting him do all the work, and showing you just how much he loves you, while whispering praises and prayers to you with a crazed, devoted look in his violet eyes.

You two have only been together for three weeks.

...If it wasn't apparent, all he wants is for you to always, always be by his side.

He doesn't care much for appearances or services like Ivan does. If anything, Matthew wants to be the one to do nice things for you, though he would like it too if you did nice stuff for him once in a while. Though, just kissing him on the cheek is enough to keep him overjoyed for like a week straight.

He spends a lot of time doting on you and trying to prolong the time you guys have together for as much as he can. Honestly, for the most part, Matthew would play the role of a normal boyfriend rather well, and your relationship wouldn't be really turbulent, except for, well...

Punishments

Matthew hates it when you have to go. Usually, he very reluctantly drives you back home after a bit of a fight, but he's just so pitiful you could never find it in yourself to be mad at him. I think he'd be the type to cry whenever you two had any sort of disagreement.

When he's lucky, he can get you to stay the night, which absolutely sends him on cloud nine, but it's not often enough for his liking...

Things would boil over, though, when you had to leave earlier than usual because you had to go to do something, like hang out with a friend, visit your mother, anything of the sort, and Matthew gets really upset.

He starts this whole thing of begging you to stay, that "Aren't I more important than them? Please don't leave." and he's tearing up, his shaky fingers holding onto your sleeve.

"Matthew, please, just for tonight."

"I-I don't want you to go, though."

Then he's crying. Harder than he usually does, and he's looking at you like a kicked puppy.

How could you still go after seeing him like that?

Matthew then learns that he can win you over with his tears. If he just cries for you, you'll stay, won't you?

He'd never lay his hands on you, but he'd constantly guilt-trip you and manipulate you for things to go in his favor.

Violence is something he'd see as a last resort, but it's still something he'd use against everyone else and himself, but never you. He hates to hurt others, but if they get in the way of him and you, he'll do it. I feel like people forget that, while nowhere as strong as Alfred is, Matthew is still a pretty strong guy. He wouldn't ever kill anyone, but he'd severely hurt them, and he'd be hiding his face the whole time.

And yes, he'd hurt himself for you. Those crocodile tears are bound to stop working on you someday, and when that time comes, he'll harm himself and say that he'll just keep hurting himself if you aren't with him.

Then you'll just have to run back to him, tend to his wounds, and reassure him that you still love him and that you'll stay.

...But if you keep trying to run, he'll have to just lock you up so you won't look at anyone else ever again.

Rewards

Matthew is affectionate in every sense, though he tends to show it through the way he wants to do anything and everything with you.

He's always holding onto your hands, massaging little circles into it, getting your favorite snacks when he does his groceries, drying your hair after showers, arranging dates and cooking and cleaning for you as much as he can. He's naturally very doting.

He does his best for you, he really does.

Besides acts of service, Matthew just likes to spend time with you. Lazing around with you on the couch, playing with your hair, and gazing right into your eyes like you were heaven-sent. He always has the most lovestruck expression on his face whenever he's with you.

"...You're the only one for me, you know that?" He mumbles, almost as if he doesn't know he's even talking.

And he says this next line with such devotion dripping from his voice that it makes your blood run a little cold.

"...I love you so much. Never leave me.."

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(....guys was that decent. anyways! all art used is mine so if you're reading this, go give the original posts some love on my blog!)

[mimicmimikyuwrites]

Cooking Together - (W/ America, England, Canada, Russia, France) x GN!Reader

Summary: Cute little scenarios where you cook together with some of the nations. 💕

Contents/Possible Warnings: A lot of food mentions, fluff, like a ton of fluff, slightly suggestive/flirty dialogue and implications (nothing outright not sfw), major emphasis on how England cannot cook

America (Alfred F. Jones)

There were both pros and cons to the situation you found yourself in. The pros were that the kitchen smelled nicely of apples and cinnamon, but the cons were that the flour had only been out for a few minutes and it was already everywhere. Still, the smell of cinnamon was nice; so you had that going for you.

Despite the state of the room around you, your boyfriend was not deterred in the slightest. In fact, he was practically bursting with excitement, humming a song as he formed the dough that the flour had been used for into a pie crust. A fresh apple pie was the end goal, and he couldn't be more thrilled. The way those handsome, baby blue eyes of his were shining with pure glee had you melting.

"I haven't baked in so long!" He exclaimed, grinning at you while you worked on the pie filling in the bowl in front of you, the scent of nutmeg in the air now joining the smell of cinnamon. "Hold on," He told you suddenly, reaching out to cup your face in his hands. "You've got something on your lips." With that, he kissed you sweetly, smiling into the kiss as his lips moved against yours.

"There we go," He spoke, pulling away once he was done, looking satisfied with himself. "All taken care of." You chuckled, your cheeks a light shade of red. "Did I really have something on my lips, or did you just want to kiss me, Alfred?"

"Both. You tasted like sugar, literally." He laughed, kissing you again, much quicker this time. "It isn't even done yet, but you might be sweeter than the apple pie is, babe." He teased with a small smirk.

"If we hurry up you can have both, you know."

You didn't need to say that twice. He did go fast when he was motivated, after all, especially with an awesome two-for-one deal. Needless to say, you both shared a lot of kisses that tasted like sugary, cinnamony apples that day.

England (Arthur Kirkland)

As much as you didn't want to admit it because it sounded harsh, Arthur Kirkland could not cook or bake anything without it going horribly wrong, even when it came to the dishes he had been 'perfecting' for years now. Fish and chips? That would burn. Beef wellington? Overcooked and inedible. His infamous scones? Ash. If you weren't used to it by now, the results of his cooking would scare you.

Speaking of scones, he tried to make them at least once every month or two, and surprisingly, nothing had yet to catch on fire. It made your heart break without fail every time you saw him look at his failed attempts, though.

"Arthur? Love?" You approached him one night, having already gone out to the store and bought every ingredient you'd need from the scone recipe you'd found online (you weren't going to risk using his. It might very well have been cursed.) "Do you want to bake with me? It could be an unplanned date night." You smiled at him warmly. You were his biggest soft spot, and he always gave in to those smiles of yours.

"Of course, dear." He smiled back, placing the book he had been reading down. "Oh! We should bake scones, I haven't made any in a while, and you love my scones, don't you?" You nodded, your smile faltering a bit as you remember the last time you tried his scones. They were burnt, of course, but you still managed to put on a smile and tell him how good it was in a little white lie.

"I was thinking the same thing." You responded, leading him to the kitchen to show him that you had already prepared everything. Every measurement was made and ready, all he had to do now was put it in a bowl, mix, and then bake. Easy as that. Or you hoped.

"This must've taken you a while, love." He observed, smile widening at the sight. You were so sweet to him! He never liked the whole measuring part, and here you had done it all for him. He could swoon over just how much he loved you. "Let's get started!" He exclaimed, overflowing with excitement.

With you guiding him along, things came out more than edible, they looked delicious! Instead of a hardened, blackened mess, the scones looked almost exactly like the picture in the recipe as you pulled them out of the oven.

"Look, Arthur!" You grinned, showing him the tray before setting it down. "You did it! These look bakery-worthy—" You let out a surprised gasp as he pulled you into a celebratory kiss, soon melting into it.

"Aha! Now France can't say I don't know how to cook!" He beamed, causing you to begin laughing. If he was happy, then so were you.

Canada (Matthew Williams)

Mornings with Matthew were always something you looked forward to. Waking up in his arms, combing your fingers through his soft, messy blond hair, and giving him his well-deserved 'good morning' kisses. It was a pure domestic bliss that you wouldn't trade for anything else in the world.

"What do you want for breakfast, hon?" He asked softly, still cuddled up next to you in bed. Another great thing about mornings with him was his cooking. Every day without fail he made you something mouth-watering good. Whether it was something simple or more complex, everything he made showed his love for you, even if cooking seemed to be a bit mundane to some people.

"Pancakes? Ooh! Blueberry pancakes." You replied happily, a small laugh leaving him in response. He blushed slightly, finding your enthusiasm both endearing and adorably cute. "Let me help you make 'em," you insisted with a grin. He laughed again before leaning into you, unable to resist kissing you when you were this adorable.

It didn't take long for you to find yourselves in the kitchen, hugging him from the side as you watched him cook. The blueberry-filled batter you had made turned out amazingly, and you were eager to see the results of your work in the form of masterly crafted pancakes.

When they were all done and covered in Matthew's favorite maple syrup you both sat down to eat, talking about whatever crossed your minds as you ate your breakfasts and sipped your coffee. It was moments like this why you savored and enjoyed your mornings with him, these moments where you two engaged in quality time and you were reminded just why you had fallen in love with him.

Oh, not to mention you also liked how his lips tasted like maple syrup when you were kissing him afterward, too.

Russia (Ivan Braginsky)

Before he met you he was used to doing everything alone, including having meals. He had no one to share his favorite dishes with, and eating was always a lonely activity when the seat next to him at the dinner table was empty. When you came along things weren't so isolating anymore.

Cooking dinner together had become a staple in your relationship early on, the act being used as a way to spend some quality time together in a simpler fashion. It was something that you two used to bond when you were still getting used to each other. Cooking wasn't just making a meal for you, it was a display of priceless non-physical intimacy.

"That tickles, Ivan," you giggled, feeling him nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as you sauteed the meat and stirred the sauce you'd need for the meal you were making, the tall Russian towering over you from behind as he held you gently. "You're really affectionate today, дорогой."

He let out a happy hum in reply, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. "You're cute today, мое солнышко. How could I not be?" You smiled at his compliment before grabbing a spoon and scooping a bit of the sauce inside of the pot in front of you, turning around to face him. "Open up," you said, moving the spoonful toward his mouth and letting him taste what you had made.

"Very good," He told you after tasting the sauce. "You're starting to cook like a professional, дорогой. I don't think I've ever had a better beef stroganoff sauce." You blushed, tilting your head to the side. "Really?" It really must've been good if he hadn't tasted a better version of a dish he had eaten countless times over the decades.

"You're being cute again," He chuckled, a warmth growing in his chest at the sight of you. He loved you and these moments together so, so much.

France (Francis Bonnefoy)

French cuisine wasn't known for being regarded as some of the best in the world for no reason. Living in Paris with your boyfriend who was fond of dinner dates led you to witness firsthand why France was seen as a leader in the culinary arts. As much as you loved going to a fancy restaurant and sipping wine while you ate with Francis, you wanted tonight's date to be a bit less extravagant.

All you wanted was to cook with him at home and share a simple night over a home-cooked meal. Luckily, your boyfriend wasn't opposed to the idea in the slightest.

"This is romantic, oui?" He questioned with a pleased smile as he poured you a glass of wine (nothing too expensive, per your own request). "A night in with mon amour. What could be better?" He smiled, handing you your glass. "I'm a chef magnifique, so you'll be served food better than any restaurant can offer."

He wasn't exaggerating, either. As your date commenced, you were pleasantly surprised to see how talented he was when it came to both cooking the main course and baking the dessert of raspberry macarons. The only downside was that the macarons were harder to make than they looked.

"Mine look weird compared to yours," you observed, looking over to see his work. "I think I keep piping in too much jam..." He looked over at yours, nodding in agreement. "Oui. But they'll still taste good, non?" His gaze then traveled to your lips, and he smirked. "You have jam on your face, mon amour."

He leaned in, kissing you lovingly, making sure to get rid of that raspberry jam he was talking about. You tasted beyond sweet, and that wasn't just because of the macaron filling. "You know, I wouldn't mind tasting something else tonight other than the food we made, chérie~"

"Let's eat first, Francis," you replied with a playful roll of your eyes. He was a flirt, but he was still yours.

[yawujin]

RUSSIA WITH A SHORT READER AHHHHHHH

request | russia x short!reader

type | short read , non established relationship , fluff , gender neutral reader

he likes to rest his chin atop their head whilst the two stand together

leans down to hear them better (ahsjskdk)

smiles to himself seeing the major size differences between their shoe size, and hands, and his own

makes a few short jokes here and there but only because it's cute when they get mad

he's good to have around when you need to grab something from the very top shelf

[worldheadcanons]

☆ picture this!

requested by no one! gender neutral reader. starring . . . italy, france, russia, & canada. warning for general stalking mentions. fandom masterlist found here. 📌 . . . author notes: i do love the way canada & reader + france & reader have found their own little rhythm within their relationships. ivan straight up sending selfies is frying me but i honestly feel like he wouldn’t gaf. ivan’s reader is somewhat debra morgan coded i’ve realized.. i like the dynamic tho.

feliciano vargas!

— the text comes through about an hour after you get home from work. it’s an interruption to the youtube video that you’re watching on your shitty laptop while eating dinner. an interruption to your video time is a crime beyond words; even so, you opt to pick up your phone and check the text.

— it’s a picture of you. not just any picture of you, a picture of you hard at work cooking pasta for your boss. a clean black apron was tied around your waist and your brows were furrowed in concentration as you tasted the sauce off a wooden spoon. accompanying this picture was a simple message: ‘you looked so cute cooking today, tesero*.’

— you were a private chef by day, cooking and cleaning dishes for this rich family. the father of the family had passed before your arrival, leaving behind two brothers. they were both bachelors, still living in their childhood home.

— your nose scrunched up in annoyance. the shot was a clear one, almost professionally taken. undoubtedly, it was captured by your stalker. how did he get such a good photo? it’s as though the guy took the picture from inside the house. or, he’d been right outside the kitchen window.

— you opt to reply with something just as simple. ‘don’t go near my place of work again.’ he’d managed to get past your bosses’ security and close to the window — it was unsafe, not just for you but for them. they’d treated you well. you weren’t going to risk them getting hurt.

—your stalker doesn’t take too kindly to your words. ‘don’t be like that :( i won’t hurt anybody, i promise. i just like to see you.’

— you scoff at the response before sending one back. ‘i don’t trust that.’

— ‘:(( i don’t like when you’re mad at me. what can i buy to make you happy with me, mio amore?*’

— ‘you can’t buy my affection. stay away from my place of work.’ you huff before sitting back. who did he think he was? you glance back at the youtube video you were watching, only to realize your old laptop had completely shut down. when you felt the bottom, it became clear that it overheated. maybe downloading all those sims mods wasn’t a great idea... after some thought, a minute later you texted him, ‘a new laptop would be nice.’

— ‘consider it done ❤️’. the reply is sent seconds later. you didn’t know it, but he was grinning to himself. a new laptop for his darling, one with special programs already downloaded… what a perfect request from you.

francis bonnefoy!

— your phone dings at work. you pick it up, a slight smile on your face as you recognize the ‘unknown’ number. you ought to make him a contact at this point — he’s been stalking you for how long? and, more important, how long have you been playing into it, enjoying it?

— this time it’s a picture of you at the grocery market, while you were down the frozen treat aisle. ‘didn’t know my sweet had an eye for sweets’ it reads. how cute. your attention’s taken off of your work as you think of a clever little reply.

— feeding into his delusions was definitely wrong; you should’ve gone to the authorities. you had threatened him many times, but never followed through. how could you? he was the one piece of excitement in your otherwise dull life. it’s not that things were bad… they were just too stable. your routine had become monotonous and your mind craved the mental stimulation that good banter could offer; if it happened to come from your stalker, well… if nothing else, he was a source of free entertainment. and, at times, companionship and comfort, despite his depravity. you were just as depraved as your stalker was, though. only difference was that you could hide it. ah, but back to that response…

— ‘looks like you don’t know me as well as you thought’. it’s something of an insult, implying his stalking skills weren’t up to par. it’s also a challenge to prove you wrong.

— ‘really? i know your shoe size and sense of fashion. remember that shirt i bought you friday? and don’t forget i know your favorite foods.’ you can almost hear his voice, a note of irritation hidden within his tone. the mere thought was attractive — god, you really were depraved — a second message comes in shortly afterwards. ‘i love learning new things about you anyways, mon chèr*.’

— i’m sure you do. you let out a quiet chuckle, glancing around to make sure no one was watching you slack off. ‘send me some ice cream and i’ll be nice to you on the phone tonight. buy my favorite flavor.’

— ‘demanding much?’ you’re sure he scoffed before sending the message. he’d walked right into your trap, though.

— ‘i’ll flirt back this time. you can even record the audio. don’t you want that, mon petit ami?*’ thank god for those three years of french you took in highschool. would you really flirt back? maybe. maybe not. you just needed him to think that you would.

— his reply is immediate. he’s caught in your web. ‘ouias. can i have a hint of your favorite flavor?*’

— ‘no. good luck.’ you smile to yourself before trying to refocus on work. tonight would be interesting at least… andyou’d be satisfying your sweet tooth.

ivan braginsky!

— as you get ready for bed, you hear a soft buzzing noise coming from your phone. ah. you roll your eyes as you check the notification. it’s the same unknown number that’s been texting you for the last month. this time, the message includes a photo. as tired as you are, you’re still quite curious, so you open the text just to be met with a dark picture of you sleeping in bed two nights ago. what. the. fuck.

— you knew what night it was because of your pajamas. you were asleep in the photo, body completely relaxed and unaware of anyone being in your room, watching you. your eyes narrow as you read the accompanying message. ‘i just wanted to say goodnight, sleepyhead 😊’. right…

— you’d let the texts go on because quite frankly, they were a boost to your ego. that, and you may have gotten drunk once and texted him back. but now, they had to stop. ‘i’m blocking this number. if you text me again, i’ll call the cops. and don’t come near my house again.’

— his reply takes a moment. ‘you sleep better when i’m watching you, you know. i’m only keeping you safe.’

— you let out a snort. ‘that’s not fucking true.’ your reply is blunt, which hopefully will throw him off.

— ‘i know you love me. drunk words are sober thoughts. you’re just tired now. go to sleep, koshka*.’ well shit, that didn’t work at all.

— you’ve never seen the guy. you’ve never even heard his voice. you knew only his name and the fact that he was utterly obsessed with you. and you? you were.. unsure of how you felt about him. the attention felt good and.. surely it wasn’t bad to want some attention every now and then. still, he was fucking creepy, taking pictures of you from in your room somehow.

— finally, you sent a last reply. ‘goodnight, ivan.’

— you didn’t see it until the morning, but ivan sent back a reply of his own. not just a message, but another picture — a picture sent at 2 am of him in bed in the dark. a man around your age, with silver hair and vibrant, violet eyes. his nose caught your eye immediately. it was.. hot… he was looking up at the camera with a small smile. ‘thought of you as i went to bed. we’re both in bed at the same time, aren’t we? goodnight, koshka*.’

matthew williams!

— it’s a lazy sunday for you. you’re lounging about the couch, enjoying yourself, when you get a message from that special number. he’s been calling and texting for months. by now, it wasn’t even one sided. it was… complicated. even so, you smiled as you saw he had texted you. he usually doesn’t text on mondays. any other day, sure, but you’re certain he hates mondays.

— you check the text out and it’s a picture from an old social media account you had as a teenager. your eyes widen. you thought you deleted it! underneath the picture he sent you a simple message, ‘LOL’.

— ‘where’d you get that?’ you asked him. it’s not like you had the power to scrub your old pictures from the internet but you definitely deleted that account years ago. you’d prefer to never see any of your tween tumblr pics ever again.

— ‘i have my ways. you were a cute kid.’ he replies, much to your annoyance. you’re about to tell him to delete it when he sends a follow up picture, one of him as a teen. ‘just so we’re fair,’ he says ‘here’s a picture of me’.

— the picture captures a lanky kid with pale skin and a nervous look on his face, which is covered in acne. faint blonde curly hair is all about his head and in his hand is an old purple game boy. his nails are painted black and his skinny jeans are of a similar color. the picture reminds you of a different time; a time where emo kids walked about and converse were the coolest shoe you could have. he must really be in love with you. more than obsessed, he was in love. and he trusted you. why else would he show a picture of him as a kid? especially one like that?

— you smile a little to yourself. ‘you were cute, too.’ an awkward kid, you were sure, but still cute. how he’d grown into the man he was today.. the man who fell for you.. well, who knows.

— ‘i still am.’ he replies. he doesn’t send a picture of his face, likely to keep himself somewhat anonymous. smart. but he does send a picture of him flexing his biceps. which.. well, it’s a picture you decide to save. what? you have needs! ‘i have muscle now too.’

— ‘you’re feeling sharing today, aren’t you?’ you tease. every day, the two of you seem to grow closer and closer. he’s grown far less violent, too — maybe because you’ve grown a lot more willing.

— ‘do i get a reward for being so open?’ he says, ‘maybe let me in your house? i’ll be a good boy, promise.’

— you set your phone down, biting your lip. he’s so charming it’s frustrating. how do you even reply to that? you shift in your seat, rereading the message… how to reply, how to reply!

☆ TRANSLATIONS.

— *”tesero” should translate to darling. i used the masculine form because that’s more gender neutral.

— *”mio amore” should translate to my love.

— *”mon cher” means my dear or my darling.

— *”mon petit ami” means my boyfriend, (literally) my little friend.

— *”ouias” means yes or yeah (a very casual yes).

— *”koshka” should translate to kitten. i like to think he calls reader kitten because of how feisty they are; enough of the “sunflower” pet name in fics!

[married-to-google-translater]

Yandere Russia fluffy headcanon

Ivan would be like a cuddly teddy bear with affection. However, be careful because every bear has claws.

This man would really be hungry for touch. Ivan wouldn't have anyone before that he could be this close to. (Belarus doesn't really count. ) Because of that, your proximity would be nicey.

If you don't want to show intimacy... well, over time it could become a problem.

At first, Ivan would be really patient. The whole situation would be new for both of you and you would be wasting your time. This would be understandable... However, Ivan's patience is not endless.

If you've been naughty Ivan might mark your skin as punishment ;)

Other punishments would certainly not be nice.

Ivan would love your cuddles. He could just cuddle with you for hours, especially after a hard day at work.

Kisses would usually be awkward but demanding. Ivan just can't get enough of you.

PDA wouldn't be a thing because you wouldn't really get out. Ivan is afraid that something could happen.