#arthur kirkland x reader

[hwsing]

more nsfw for england please (i dont really need anything specific i just wanna know ur take on him) 🙏

what the brit’s like in bed

notes: 18+, reader is afab and gender neutral. includes: england (arthur kirkland) as always, reblogs are appreciated!

cw: this is more blabbing than a coherent fic; discussion of arthur present and past. reader is described like they’re mortal for the majority of this. arthur is perverted; both soft and hard sex mentioned, very light bondage, blowjobs and cunninglings, mostly dom!arthur, phone sex, panty stealing, voice kink, roleplay, mention of spanking, daddy kink, body worship, praise. wc: about 1.6k. not proof read

in the modern day, arthur is… old. even if you hc him to still look like a twink, (cant say i agree but moving on,) spiritually and mentally he is old. he’s seen many many things — including quite a bit of sex. he’s by no means a stranger to it; don’t let his prudish attitude these days fool you. he’s gone through quite a few eras of his life where he viewed sex far more carelessly than he does now. although, even know, i dont think he’s quite uptight about it as one would think.. it’s just that he has standards now. he’d probably put it like that. whereas, back in the day, he probably viewed sex as something of a conquest. now, he sees it more as a connection between two (or more — although i do think he’s monogamous) people. that connection doesn’t have to be love — sometimes, it’s just a need for another body. arthur is a romantic deep down, though. likely because there’s been so many eras in his life when he was anything but romantic, he can’t help but crave it nowadays.

that being said, arthur now 100% believes in making love. i’m talking the whole 10 yards; he’ll hold your hands as he rocks his hips into yours, meticulous about fucking you deep and slow, even cooing at you. his heart feels heavier than it ever has before when you look up at him so sweetly; he almost always makes you cum at least once or twice before you even have sex with his fingers and mouth — both to tease you a bit and to prep you to be easier to fuck. as much as arthur often treats you like glass, he can’t help but take advantage of your dependence on him during times like this.

maybe it’s something left over from his olden days. something in him that craves ego and control; but……. how is he supposed to not get a bit of a power treat as he coaxes you onto your knees, having tied your wrists together with his belt, leaving you to sit obediently looking up at him? his face always feels so hot as he gets so much attention, but you’ll hardly see a peak of a blush as you suck him off. he especially likes when he’s still in his office wear clothes. the suits and all that, you know, the sleek shoes… really sets in the mood for him. if he’s feeling particularly mean that day, he’ll even suggest you get yourself off on his shoe as you sit there. watching you shyly try to grind yourself on his shoe, only to start pathetically rutting when you finally get close; he almost forgets his cock is shoved down your throat as he cums, his hards keeping your head there for a moment as you whine, forcing you to swallow his load. i already wrote about how he likes to go down on his partner here, so go read that if you havent yet <3

arthur is a pretty busy guy. he’s more involved in his country’s politics than some of the other nations, which leads to him working a lot… sometimes overseas. or, worse, you guys are already a long distance couple as it is (don’t worry, though. regardless, he’ll want you to move in by year three, and that’s the long guess; when arthur is in love, he’s in love.) basically, there’s bound to be times when you’re away from each other quite a bit. arthur would probably rather die than show himself as clingy — ugh, even thinking about it makes his brow furrow. and so, he may or may not have discreetly taken a pair of used underwear with him… just for when he really needs it! he’s not some perverted demon, okay? he can use his own imagination… it’s just… it’s so much easier with your used panties wrapped around his cock as he pumps… of course he took a sniff first to help him really picture the scene — stop, he’s not weird! the next night, though, he’s likely to call you up. first, it’s a pretty normal call, but he transitions the conversation to what he wants with a surprising amount of smoothness. maybe it’s just his voice that can easily coax you to do as he wants — oh, right. if you have a thing for his voice at all — and i meant at all, he will pick up on it and 100% use it against you.

he’s bigger on dirty talk than he’d like to admit. he just can’t help it — especially over the phone, what else is he supposed to do?!! his usually stable voice is almost breathy as he tells you what to do; he’s guiding you through the entire thing. if you whine at all about how you can’t do it like he can, he’s so quick to encourage you. various petnames like love, darling, and good girl/boy/etc are falling off his tongue as he coos you. it makes his heart flutter and dick twitch when you’re the needy one.

he’s always going to tease you about it a bit, especially if you’re shy about it. he’ll show faux sympathy for the way you blush and look away, grasping your face back to look at him; “what ever could have you so worked up like this, i wonder?” he’ll ask, tilting his head as he looks at you with a knowing, smug smile tugging at his thin lips. when you murmur about how he shouldn’t tease, he’ll claim that he was only asking an honest question. he’ll encourage you, saying that if there’s you want, you’ll have to use your words. when you inevitably say you want him to fuck you, or that you want his cock, he’ll chuckle, the cheekiest blush dusting lightly over his cheeks. “oh, that’s what you’re after, is it?” he muses, unbuckling his belt. “ask for it properly, then.”

as you can imagine, arthur quite like titles. he doesn’t think it’s something he really needs, but when you whimper for daddy or even sir, perhaps master if the situation calls for it, he almost cums every time. arthur tries pretty hard to stay as the one in control, but you make it awfully hard for him to not bend you over the kitchen table and take you when you start to use the term so causally. in private, of course. he’d probably die if you ever called him that in public. he definitely thinks its a very… intimate matter, so it would catch him quite off guard for you to say it outside of the bedroom but still inside the comfort of your own home. he’ll look over at you, jaw clenching as he sees your pretend innocence, smiling at him as if you only called him dear. what a tease — he can’t have that, of course. seems like you’ll need some discipline.

on a lighter note, arthur really does love your body, whatever that may look like. at his age, any sense of a physical type has sort of faded, anyways. he’ll take his time to kiss all over you, groping you ad sweetly as one can as he tells you how beautiful you are. he can find it a bit difficult to express how much he loves you sometimes, but he’s adamant on making sure you can feel how much he cherishes you during such intimate moments. he finds himself quite flustered if you ever do it back; kissing along his neck as you unbutton his shirt, whispering about how much you need him while palming his cock, telling him how good he makes you feel; he thinks about it for weeks after, though. totally worth it.

i almost forgot! arthur is a very creative and imaginative person. while he does always imagine you as you, some of the sexual power dynamics that develop in the relationship can’t help but make him wonder… what if you were his servant? he’ll get you a maid or butler outfit or whatever you want — it’ll be a slightly more skimpy version, of course, but still realistic enough for him to have his fantasy. the scene would probably go something like; you’re his new servant, who’s a bit of a mess but means well. he comes home from a particularly stressful day at work, and after you spill the tea you were going to serve him, he spanks you as punishment. he gets really into it — of course, lots of aftercare, don’t even worry about that. he’ll be a bit apologetic about the marks lingering on the flesh of your ass for the days to come, but he also definitely feels a certain type of way about it. he doesn’t love any obvious marks — not today, anyways. punk arthur and pirate arthur were probably more into hickies littering their partners neck, but modern arthur thinks it’s trashy… so secret marks like this, that no one else but him can see? when you sit down and wince a little, and he’s the only one that knows why? woo!

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[doki-doki-imagines]

Hey there! Can I have a headcanons request of Germany, England and France who have darlings that are quite, calm, introverted and composed most of the time but during their game/fight. Their darling can be very intimidating and dangerous as their rival would be afraid of them (If you know KNB. They are like Akashi Seijuro)

Ludwig Beilschmidt:

-He is so surprised. Like, shocked.

-You have always been so cute and nice…totally didn’t expect that and at first, he thinks it is a joke.

-But Ludwig can’t say he isn’t intrigued by this new side of your personality…unless you get violent. That is a big no-no for him.

-He’ll try to bring that side of you out, not often, but mostly to understand when and with whom it comes out.

-Yeah, he will study you lol. A way to understand every shade of you.

Arthur Kirkland:

-He worries a lot!

-Not for you, for the rival obviously.

-He can recognize the aura around his partner, he and Francis often get it when they meet.

-Gonna kiss your forehead after you destroy your rival and go back home.

-He had to reprimand you in front of others because he is a gentleman, but his true self is so proud of you.

Françis Bonnefoy:

-As Arthur, he recognized the aura around you immediately.

-He has to admit that he prefers your nice and more introverted side of personality.

-Mostly because he doesn’t want you to get hurt.

-Like, it is hot how good you kick ass, but please don’t get hurt, Françis likes to wear his nurse outfit for entirely different motivations.

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[siren-serenity]

the ways i say 'i love you' 🌈

characters: arthur kirkland (england), gn!reader warnings: fluff, romance a/n: - arthur kirkland asdfghjklasdfghjsfgoandv *cue siren fainting* - he is my babygirl fr - i think this just turned out into a 'how to brew tea' 101 session lmao - feedback is appreciated!

reading a book together

the raindrops platter against the window, creating a racket of noise but it was ignored inside the warm household. a duo sat side by side on the old couch, books in hand and their eyes fixated on the tale the words weaved together beautifully. it was like they were transported into a whole different dimension where dragons and magicians roamed free and the limit is limitless. on the small nightstand, a lit candle flickered. the sweet aroma of a forest wafted in the air, further adding to the illusion and you breathed it in. a smile grew on your lips. "good book, love?" arthur murmured, placing a bookmark on his page before giving you his full attention. his emerald eyes read your sypnosis quickly as you nodded. "it's well-written and the plot is unique," you explained. you stood up, cracking your stiff joints and groaning at the relief you felt. "want to lean on me instead?" arthur moved aside the pillow and you smiled gently. you sat back down again, this time leaning your head on his shoulders and your arm wrapped around his. this way, you could smell arthur's scent alongside the forest-scented candle; his cologne was different this time. it was more him, the scent of roses and the seaside somehow suited him. together, you both cracked your books open and continued reading in peace, ignoring the ferocious winds and the roaring thunder beyond the little bubble of peace.

tea time together

there is a soft alluring scent coming from the kitchen. it disrupts your work zone and invites you to investigate the source of it. as you exit your office and turn left, you spy arthur's golden hair in the midst of the grey monotones of the kitchen and smile. "sweetheart?" you call out, watching as arthur spins around with teabags of all shades in his arms. you chuckle and walk forth, pressing a small, featherlight kiss on his cheek before wrapping an arm around his waist. "what are you doing?" "just making tea, love," he returns the kiss to your cheek; his own cheeks were the shade of bright red as he quickly turns back to decide. "i just can't decide what to brew today..." you hum, using your other arm to hug him around the waist and bury your face in the crook of your collarbone. "teach me about tea?" "well, there's a lot to know about tea," arthur began. his emerald eyes sparkled as he rambled and that was what you loved most about him. how passionate he could get when he is talking about the things he loves most. "the most important thing to note is every tea has specific optimum temperatures to be soaked in. for example," arthur held up a packet of green tea. you noticed how it matched his eyes and quickly shook your head to clear your mind of thoughts. arthur gave you a raised eyebrow before continuing. "green tea doesn't actually need to be boiled at water's boiling temperature. somewhere around 70 to 80 celsius will do the trick. and only soak it for 2 to 3 minutes. any more and the tea will be too infused with green tea." you leaned in, taking a small inhale of the green tea before smiling. "smells nice, love. can we try this?" arthur nodded while grinning. his hands automatically began to grab whatever he needed as he spoke to you. "i had these imported thanks to kiku! the green tea from his place is simply divine; i don't know how i survived decades- i mean so long without it!"

sunsets

behind arthur's little cottage, there was a cliff overlooking the entirity of the ocean. the grandness of the view always never failed to take your breath away, just like right now. you sat down on the picnic blanket and simply appreciated the view of the majestic sapphire waves and the glorious golden sunset above you. "darling?" arthur's frantic voice interrupted you but you turned around to wave. he let out a huge sigh before scrambling down the stone stepways and briskly made his way to you. "i was looking all over for you! you made me so worried!" his hair was frazzled and messy, unlike his normally gelled back appearance. gold strands fell onto his face and a sweaty sheen showed proof of his arduous running around to find you. you pat the space next to you, beckoning him to join you and he relented. arthur leaned into your embrace, nuzzling his face into the crook of your collarbone and your hand went up to gently brush his golden hair. his eyelids fluttered at the feeling and a light blush dusted his face. "this feels nice," he murmured lowly and you hummed in agreement. together, you both faced the sunset, where the skyline met the horizon of the endless sea in a beautiful kiss.

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[melis-writes]

Arthur Kirkland fluff please? Maybe he just got home from work and wants to cuddle with the reader.

Arthur Kirkland fluff prompt coming right up!! I love him so much, your honor. 🥺❤️ Now I just have to cuddle with him. 🥰

This Moment.

Arthur lets a long, drawn-out sigh, pushing open the front door and stepping inside his apartment.

Mentally exhausted and worn out from a full day of trial only for the jury to begin arguing with one another and the judge to storm out, Arthur’s already tired tomorrow from knowing how much paperwork and overtime he’ll have to do.

Arthur’s tie has loosened and hangs crooked over his chest, one of his dress shirt buttons has popped off and he neither has the will or energy to pretend like he’s not slouching.

Warmth crosses over Arthur’s expression when he looks up to see the lights in the living room are dim and low; a sign you’re already snuggled up in bed but not yet asleep.

Shrugging off his messenger bag and slipping out of his dress shoes, Arthur makes his way towards the bedroom—finding the door ajar and only a lamp on to illuminate the room.

Snuggled up under the covers with your back against a propped up pillow and a mug of hot chocolate in your hands, your eyes brighten at the sight of Arthur by the door.

“Hi, baby,” Arthur greets you, raking a hand through his hair. "Finally back."

“Hi,” your cheeks flare up with blush, “I didn’t hear you come in. That late, huh?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Arthur mumbles, approaching the bed. “I didn’t know I’d be staying that late either. You’d be surprised what Judge Francis can do when he’s in a shitty mood.”

“How did it all go?” You frown, sitting up in bed and kicking off the covers. “I mean, I know the preliminary trial as a mess and all, but…”

“The jury didn’t started arguing amidst one another and throwing punches is all I’ll say,” Arthur sets his suit jacket over the armchair in the corner of the room with his tie. “The prosecutor riled them up but who does Judge Francis blame, me? Ugh,” Arthur groans, plopping down on the bed. “It was a mess.”

“But you’d never find yourself doing anything else,” you give Arthur a reassuring smile, caressing his face.

“Exactly,” Arthur cracks a smile, pecking a kiss over your lips. “And that��s how you know I’ll never change, so as long as everything else doesn’t.”

“You’re a good man, Arthur,” your hands move down to Arthur’s shoulders, tenderly massaging over them. “You are. You’re also just too hard on yourself and refuse to see it. Then again,” you roll your eyes, “dealing with Judge Francis isn’t a walk in the park.”

“It was better when you still worked in the D.A.’s office,” Arthur relaxes his muscles, beginning to unbutton down his dress shirt. “At least I had something to look forward to.”

“But you still come home to me,” you let out a soft laugh as you pull the duvet covers over Arthur too. "Come here. Mm, I've missed you."

“I need you to come to me,” Arthur murmurs, nuzzling your neck. “I miss you all the time.”

“I’ll make up for it,” blushing, you both embrace one another over the plush duvet and layers of cozy blankets upon the bed—laying in each other’s arms in peace.

“I want nothing more,” Arthur speaks softly, lacing a hand with you. “If I could get away with it, the only thing I’d do is just lay here.”

“Yeah?” You let out a soft laugh, planting a sweet kiss over Arthur’s cheek. “I think I’d prefer that too. Keep the moment going forever.”

“You’re the only comfort I know,” Arthur rubs his eyes, exhaustion speaking through his tone of voice. “That’s why.”

“You’re a good man, Arthur Kirkland,” you whisper against his forehead before kissing it, stroking your hands through Arthur’s silky, black hair softly. “And I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Arthur’s eyes meet with yours—a smile growing over his lips.

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[darkwaltz-blog]

How about punk!england with a cheerful S/O? Bonus points if it's set in the 70's

.PUNK! ENGLAND WITH A CHEERFUL S/O.

I want those bonus points! Punk England is becoming my new addiction!

Arthur considers you his opposite. He lives being an anti-system, protesting what seems unfair to him and listening to British Punk bands of the time. And you? Well, you are a ray of sunshine, cheerful and indifferent to all the troubles around you.

Possibly, you caught Arthur's attention because of how unusual it is for him to talk to calm and peaceful people.

In front of the world he is a tough and problematic guy, but when he is alone with you, he vents all his frustrations and lets his more sensitive side flow. Just snuggle with him on the couch, in a matter of minutes he'll turn into a mushy.

He has a rather strange way of giving you compliments, so you better get used to them: “Everyone can go to hell except you”, “I hate this unfair and cruel society, you are the only good thing about it”.

He always gets excited every time you ask him about his favorite bands, be prepared to spend hours browsing his collection of autographed t-shirts and albums.

He would never dare to judge your taste in music, but that doesn't stop him from making jokes or sarcastic comments about it.

Arthur worries a lot every time you introduce him to your friends, he is afraid that they will fill your head with phrases like: "he is a bad boy", "look at how he dresses, he is unpleasant", "he has no education or respect for anything" . It would break his heart if you ever decide to leave him over something like that.

He never usually says it, but he has a lot of insecurities. You are quite a charismatic person who could easily conquer a better person than him. You need to remind him how much you love him for who he is.

The british boy really appreciates seeing how you make an effort to make him laugh, these are not the best years of his life, he has many problems to deal with, it's good for him to have you and prevent him from falling into pessimistic thoughts.

Arthur has a sharp tongue and isn't afraid to insult others, but he tries really hard not to do it in front of you.

He is very prone to getting into trouble and is embarrassed whenever you step in to prevent him from getting hit, your pacifist attitude is strangely functional in such instances.

If he ever argues with you, be prepared to meet him drunk on your doorstep at three in the morning to apologize.

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[suvidrache]

Cooking With England Fluff

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 1,122 / Read it on AO3 / Wattpad

England had just left his business meeting when he received a text from you. He pulled out his phone, looked at it, and saw you asking about his plans for tonight.

He responded, stating he didn't have any.

You asked if you could come over to try some of his foods and also help cook, maybe teach him a few recipes.

He agreed and texted you his address.

He put his phone away and made his way home, undoing his tie once his foot crossed the threshold of his front door.

He sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair, he slowly made his way through the house and up the stairs, setting his briefcase on the chest of drawers in his room, as he made his way to the shower. He turned the water on to hot and took his time, just wanting to relax a bit before the reader came to visit.

After his shower, he put on some relaxing, comfortable, but presentable clothes.

He ruffled his hair one last time with the towel to get it dry. He didn't bother fixing it as it was messy in his day-to-day life anyways.

He walked out of his room just in time to hear the doorbell ring, he walked down the stairs and around the corner as he opened it he smiled and spoke:

"Welcome y/n." as he gestured to the inside of his house.

"Thank you, Arthur." You said as you walked into the house.

The house was a large three-story building, with the kitchen, dining room, and sitting room all on the first floor. The second floor had some rooms, bedrooms, bathrooms, and closets. The third floor was the attic with various rooms, libraries, and office space.

The rooms were decorated with furniture from the 1980s, at a first glance one would think it was an old house.

The evening light was casting a warm glow on the house. The small rays of light provide little light to the house. Fortunately, for the lamps, the lighting wasn't much of a problem.

"You're welcome, right this way." He said as he walked down the hall stopping right before a doorway on the right, making sure you were following him before entering the room.

The kitchen was a large room and much different from the other rooms. The kitchen looked like it was from the 2000s, and the stove was a gas one.

"What food would you like to try?" He asked as he looked at you.

"How about a trifle?"

"Well, that isn't entirely a meal."

"We can make sushi and you can make the trifle?"

"I don't think I've had that before."

"Do you have some Unagi?"

"Uhh… I'm not sure?" He said as he rubbed the back of his head.

"It's alright, I brought some ingredients with me."

"Oh good! What's the first step?"

"Wash 237 milliliters of rice in the sieve." You said as you grabbed the bag of rice and tore open the top.

England grabbed a measuring cup and you poured the rice in. He then poured the cup into the sieve and rinsed the rice in the sink.

"After washing the rice, put it in the pan. We'll need two 237 milliliters of water with the rice."

He added the rice and then the water. Then put it on the stove and put a lid over it.

"Turn on the heat and wait until it boils, then turn off the heat and let it sit for about twenty minutes."

He turned on the stove and while you guys waited for the rice to cook, you continued to work on the other items.

"We need to cook this at 182 Celsius for ten to twelve minutes."

He brought out a tray and covered it with parchment paper, you unpacked and placed the unagi down and washed your hands, while England placed the tray near the stove, waiting for it to reach the correct temperature and putting it in the oven once it did.

You grabbed the bamboo mat and laid it out while England grabbed the ingredients for his trifle.

"Do you have any scissors?"

"Yeah." He left and returned with a pair. "Here you go."

"Thank you." You said as you grabbed them and began cutting the nori sheets in halves.

"I need some plastic wrap."

"It's right behind you, the second drawer on the right.

You opened the drawer and grabbed the plastic wrap. You laid some down on the mat and laid down the nori with the shiny side face down.

"Where's the sesame seeds?"

"The top door on the left."

You grabbed the seeds and poured some into the cup, before going and checking the rice. You turned off the stove, opened the lid, and fluffed it up before closing the lid and letting it sit for ten minutes.

"The unagi should be done."

England grabbed an oven mitt, opened the door, took the unagi out, set it on the stove, and turned off the oven.

While you waited for the unagi to slightly cool off you cut up some cucumber.

After you finished cutting, you watched England and his work. He had finished slicing the fruits and had begun mixing pudding and milk.

You checked on the rice once more and seeing it was done you took it and spread it over the nori. You sprinkled on sesame seeds before adding on unagi, cucumber, and some green onions.

You rolled up the mat, pressing every so often to keep the fillings together. Once the mat ends had met you laid the mat out and began cutting up the roll. You took out a bottle of unagi sauce and drizzled it over the sushi.

"The sushi is done, do you need any help?"

You asked as you looked over at England.

"No, thank you for the offer." He said as he whipped the cream. He added it onto the two bowels he had filled with the fruits and cake. He topped the bowels with some cherries.

"Where are the plates?"

"Top right door."

You grabbed two plates and placed the sushi evenly onto them.

You carried the plates into the dining room, England carried the bowels and silverware.

"What would you like to drink?"

"I'll take some water please."

England left and returned with two glasses of water.

He sat right across from you and ate a bite of sushi while you ate some of the trifle.

"This is good!"

You both said in unison.

"Thank you."

You both said again.

"You're welcome." You said with a giggle.

While England also spoke when you did "It is my pleasure!"

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[burntanus]

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[lilac-amethyst-skies]

Being in a relationship with England would include...

Face caressing

Forehead kisses

Comfortable silence matched with intellectual conversation

Considerate gestures

Arthur opening the door for you

Him giving you his coat when it’s much too cold outside

Sharing an umbrella

Drinking tea together (and him still loving you, even if he finds that you don’t like tea)

Arthur giving you his hand to help you stand

You looking at the historical pieces that Arthur keeps in his home

One being that of the beloved sword that accompanied him during his time sailing the seven seas (He then proceeds to tell you stories, some of which you can hardly believe!)

You scolding him about his self-deprecating humor

Him showing off his most impressive magic spells

Listening to him grumble and gripe about people

You attempting to show him that things really aren’t that bad

Rainy, but comfortable days spent inside

Reading books together

Intimate slow dancing with one another, even if there isn’t any music playing in the room

You doing the cooking

Arthur teaching you how to cross-stitch

Him getting rather red and flustered when you share your first kiss, despite his confident front

You doubling over in laughter at his sharp-tongued wit that most people don’t seem to understand

You being so thankful of how well Arthur handles pressure and difficult situations

You seeing how much Arthur truly cares about the people around him, even if he doesn’t express it very well (This also includes you watching in amusement at how much he and France bicker because you know that they would be absolutely devastated if anything were to happen to the other…)

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[worldheadcanons]

Could you do the allies confessing to their crush? Something super fluffy ｡◕‿◕｡

☆ the allies: confessing to their crush!

starring. . . gender neutral, country! reader and england, america, france, china, + russia. warning for brief mentions of gore + murder (horror movie stuff) under russia’s part.

author notes; i wrote some of this on a plane at 3 am and i’m sorry if it shows through. live laugh love country!reader concepts. I know it wasn’t apart of the original ask but it felt necessary (i wanted to add it).

arthur kirkland!

— when he first fell for you, he had tried to ignore his feelings. so what if his heart skipped a beat whenever you complimented his proposals? you were just coworkers. just two people who attended the same meetings, talked often after said meetings, made coffee for each other, smiled and laughed together... just two coworkers. that’s all you ever were and all you ever would be. at least, that’s what kirkland thought at first.

— obviously, the ‘ignore and forget’ method didn’t work out for him. after a week or so he woke up and smelled the roses, realizing that his feelings weren’t going anywhere. arthur started to try and flirt with you at the office, complimenting your outfits and holding every door he could for you. francis never failed to tease him over his attempts at wooing you.

— he went on for weeks, lightly flirting and pining over you. kirkland could be cowardly when it came to affairs of the heart. he was never a romantic man, even when he was an empire. he feared your rejection more than anything, refusing to take you out on a date even though he spoke of you all the time. during a meeting one day, francis glanced from the englishman to you and then back at him. when you were out of earshot the frenchman whispered to arthur that if he didn’t grow up and ask you out, bonnefoy would ask you out instead. he couldn’t be sure if it was a joke or not, but there was no way in hell he’d let francis ask you out. the mere possibility of it kicked kirkland into gear. after the meeting had been dismissed, he pulled you to the side. 

— he gently took your hands into his, as if he was about to say his vows. “y/n, i’ve been interested in you for quite some time,” arthur began, one hand going to the back of his neck as his gaze turned downwards. “i was wondering if we could meet up somewhere.. for a date, i mean.” it was awkward and slightly uncomfortable for him, but for you this was a dream come true. all this time he had scarcely noticed that you had been flirting back at him. you’d laugh a little too much at his stupid, sarcastic jokes. you'd find various excuses to talk to him directly during general meetings. you had picked up on his flirting early on and quickly reciprocated. every doubt about your feelings existed only in his mind.

— “i’d love that, arthur. how about some food from my country? i know this place that i think you’ll like,” you replied, smiling at the man in front of you. you brushed your thumbs across his knuckles. arthur grinned at your response, cheeks flushed pink. there you were, holding hands in the dim corner of an office corridor… and it felt like heaven, really. the two of you made plans to go out the same night, eager to spend time together outside of the office. 

— perhaps francis, being the country of love, had noticed the relationship issues you two were having. perhaps he had simply just wanted to bother the british man. either way, you made a note to yourself to thank him for his involvement in getting you two together.

alfred f. jones!

— classic case of ‘they fell first but he fell harder’. much harder. you had a huge crush on him previously. looking back, it wasn’t too foolish. you were a relatively smaller country and even though you weren’t new, you were still getting your bearings down. you were a beginner in many aspects and yet here he was, this grand country with lots of power and influence. you couldn’t help but fall for alfred. he was the american dream, literally. and the thing was, he was younger than you! 

— your crush was completely innocent, albeit a bit embarrassing. jones didn’t even notice it until matthew pointed out to him. at the time, he didn’t feel the same way. he wasn’t cruel, but he did let you know that he didn’t reciprocate those feelings. he didn’t want to lead you on, is all. your feelings didn’t die out but you decided not to act on them. things between the two of you evened our after that. months later, though, alfred started to look at you in a more.. romantic.. light. when you would talk to other powers like arthur or especially ivan, he’d feel.. oddly jealous. when you’d ask about his proposals his heart would beat faster while he answered. whenever he made you laugh, he’d feel like the luckiest man alive… yea, he had fallen flat on his face in love with you.

— once he realized he was in love, he began to flirt. jones wasn’t exactly the most subtle of flirts. the whole point of flirting was to catch attention, wasn’t it? so that’s what he did. he went out of his way to help you whenever he could, flashing you a charming grin as he did so. once he got an opportunity to show off his muscles, something he was happy about. he even ended up letting you touch them. alfred had no issue asking you out to lunch, sneakily taking your hand into his as he leads you to some cool, new lunch spot he’s been hearing about. 

— his only issue was the fact that he’d rejected you before.. he worried that you were no longer interested. jones knew that you liked him as a person, otherwise you wouldn’t have hung out with him like you have been for the past few weeks. he just couldn’t be sure. still, he really liked you. after a bit of internal debate, he decided to just ask you out. it couldn’t hurt, really. the worst you could say was no. no risk, no reward. alfred tried to keep those thoughts in mind as he ate with you on your now routine lunch break dates. well.. not real a date, but the idea was there.

— “so, y/n,” he began, eating some fries before continuing on, “what would you say.. if a certain hero, not naming names.. wanted to ask you out on a date sometime. if this hero asked you out for dinner and dancing on.. say saturday? would you say yes?” jones offered you a smile. it was slightly sheepish but mostly cute. his boyish charm worked to his advantage, making your heart melt. he was like a human puppy.

—  you chuckled before replying, “i would say yes. but he’s paying for the full thing.” he pouted at that but you were stubborn with your terms. it was the least he could do considering how long he had you pining after him!

francis bonnefoy!

— your country and his were in the middle of making major economic deals. you had lots of resources and bonnefoy seemed to want them. it was for that reason and that reason only that you had ever given the man your phone number. you were hoping to discuss things in detail over the phone. unfortunately, francis seemed to call you to talk about everything but proper terms to your proposed deal. he’d always ask about your day first before launching into his own day and giving you a play by play on every event he found significant. it was frustrating, however, since you were a smaller country you couldn’t exactly force him into thinking about work.

— you were well aware that on the other side of the line, bonnefoy would be laid in bed, twirling his hair and kicking his feet. his love for you was a love meant for youth. it was freeing, feeling this sort of love at his age. he felt giggly just hearing your voice, despite the fact that you mostly gave one word responses to him. he was, as alfred and matthew liked to put it, whipped. he was whipped for you. other countries started to pick up on this fact, realizing that he barely flirted with anyone anymore. francis only ever spoke of you, a lovesick smile on his face as he did so. you were aware of his feelings but no one was aware of yours. you had grown fond of the frenchman’s personality, occasionally finding yourself smiling and when you heard his voice on the phone.

— he had to ask you out and confess his undying love. he just had to. he couldn’t call himself the country of love if he didn’t. so he called you up in the morning one day, asking you to come over for dinner. at first, you refused to budge, claiming it to be a waste of time. however, once bonnefoy promised to read over your proposals, you sung a different tune. a free dinner couldn’t hurt. plus, it would be nice to taste the man’s cooking. you’d heard from your neighboring countries that he was a great chef. 

— so, that’s how you ended up in francis’ dining room that evening. you had brought a stack of legal papers to go through but they remained tucked away in your bag. you didn’t want any sort of mess to get on them. he set down a crisp white napkin over your lap before bringing the food. it smelled divine as he brought it out, something you didn’t neglect to comment on. once bonnefoy sat down you picked up your fork and eagerly began eating, humming in satisfaction at the taste. noticing your joy, he smiled. the frenchman commenced conversation with the same question he always asked. ‘how was your day?’. you answered with a short, ‘good’. then he sighed, rather dramatically in your opinion. 

— “i cannot hide it anymore, ma cheri*. i am in love with you! i love you as the tides love the moon and bees love honey. i need you more than i could ever want you and i already want you for all time! i spend my days yearning for your touch and—“ francis went on, proudly declaring his love to you. he probably would’ve kept going if you hadn’t cut him off with the sound of your laughter. you tried to keep yourself formal but you eventually ended up full on snort-laughing.

— “you were trying to hide it? bonnefoy, i could hear you giggling over the phone. it was never that much of a secret.” 

— he gasped. “i pour my heart out to you and this is how you respond?” he exclaimed, one hand going to his chest to cover his heart. “you’re so cruel!”

— “oh please. you like it,” you replied knowingly, taking another bite of your food. this was your way of reciprocating his feelings without actually saying you liked him. you were sure if you did say it outright he’d get a big head about it, something you didn’t want to deal with. 

— he chuckled a little, nodding his head in agreement. “i do.” he finished his meal and wiped his mouth before speaking. he then did something that made your heart flutter. he smiled at you and then said, “let‘s go over those proposals.” finally the work would get done. how romantic.

yao wang!

— the two of you were already close friends. it started a long while ago when you came to work completely dejected. when asked about it, you immediately spilled about your most recent breakup. instead of telling you his honest feelings about how tragically, humans and personifications could never truly be together, wang held you close and reassured you that your true love was her to be found. humans were plentiful. you were a capable person, smart too. you’d find someone to connect with. at the time you were a smaller country, so you were in awe that a power such as him would bother comforting you. 

— now though, you were a bigger country with more resources. you produced a lot of oil, so many other countries were interested in discussing things with you. you couldn’t even begin to count the amount of times you’ve had to reject invitations from countries like arthur or francis. the same countries that wouldn’t give you a second thought when you were younger. were now desperate to get on your good side. yao remained a good friend of yours, someone who was genuine with you. the two of you had both grown in many ways. one way you hadn’t grown, though, was in romance.

— you sighed dramatically as you plopped down onto wang’s couch. you had invited yourself over and as soon as he saw your face, he knew he was in for a long night. he idly handed you a small tub of your favorite ice cream and a spoon, humming as he flipped through the television channels to find something appropriate. yao kept a small supply of your favorite foods ever since he’d given you a key to his place. you took a huge scoop and stuck it in your mouth, stretching out so that your head was in his lap. 

— “i just don’t know what i’m doing wrong!” you exclaimed after eating the scoop. the relationship had lasted barely three months. “he said i was ‘nice’ but ‘emotionally absent’. bullshit! i gave him my heart, you know?” sure, you had avoided him a few times and maybe you weren’t the most.. there.. all the time.. it’s not like you liked someone else though! you were dating him!

— you had started to tear up and wang simply wiped away your tears. “you do deserve better,” he murmured. he let you sit for a while, gently comforting you as you cried and ate. after you had settled a bit, finishing your tub of ice cream, yao quietly asked you a question. “have you ever considered… dating another country?”

— “nope,” you sighed out, “when i was younger it seemed unrealistic. no countries really paid attention to me. now if they talk to me they’re only after my oil.” you looked up at him from where you were in his lap, his honey brown eyes looking back at you with the same amount of interest.

— he nodded his head gently in understanding before curtly replying with a sly smile.. “not me.”

— “you’re right, not you.. but you’re not interested in me.”

— “but i am,” wang replied softly. one hand of his went to run through your hair. it was a familiar action but it had different connotations now. connotations you didn’t particularly dislike.. connotations you.. maybe were fond of. your heart swelled at the thoughts you were having. maybe you’d liked him the whole time and just didn’t think in it— it would surely explain why your ex said you weren’t emotionally engaged.

— “you are?” you asked just to confirm what you already knew. your face had turned slightly red by this point. 

— “i am,” he repeated, chuckling softly at your reaction. not the smoothest confession he’d given but really, he couldn’t bare to see you date another human, another person in general. he wanted to be your next and final boyfriend. it’s not a sudden feeling for yao. it’s one that silently had built up over the years.. a feeling that he was sharing with you now.

— “why didn’t you say so sooner? i could’ve avoided so many break ups!” you exclaimed out after a few moments of quiet. he shrugged playfully before leaning down to kiss your nose. “you owe me so much! you know how many shitty guys i’ve dated! how long have you liked me?” you questioned him and he only laughed, shaking his head. “ugh yao! you’re lucky you’re cute!”

ivan braginsky!

— you and mr. braginsky had never been truly close. he was your northern neighbor, sure, but you had barely spoken to the man up until a few months ago at a meeting. he had proposed some sort of idea and, though he was a power, barely anyone payed attention to it. however, once you, a medium sized country with valuable military resources, co-signed on the idea, people seemed to pay attention more. it wasn’t an immediate yes to his proposal but it was better than being ignored. you couldn’t be bothered now to remember the details but ever since then the two of you had grown into an odd pair of friends, even going as far as to meet up outside of work.

— it was obvious to everyone else that he liked you. somehow you never managed to catch on, despite his best efforts. others would hint at it to you but you never connected the dots. you were far too focused all the work that being a country naturally entailed— it was admirable but at the same time, unfortunate, considering you also harbored a crush on him. the two of you simply never spoke about it so it was unrequited in both of your minds. ivan decided that day that he’d take you out to a horror slasher movie late after work. it was a movie he had been wanting to see for a while. plus, according to the internet, blood and guts made people feel all.. kissey. he wasn’t sure if that was true or not though.

— though you found ghostface hot, you didn’t particularly enjoy the horror genre outside of that. still, you decided to say yes to his invitation and accompany him to the movies that night. braginsky picked you up from your house as he often did. when you arrived, he held your hand in his as you both walked in and purchased tickets. you were able to score good seats in the back, something that made you grin. you bought the popcorn and he bought the drinks, effectively splitting the bill.

— the movie began and, really, it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. it was worse. you jumped a lot, clinging onto ivan’s arm and shoving more popcorn into your mouth as the protagonist watched her friend get sawed in half. every time you squeezed his arm, you’d half-glance over at him and apologize under your breath. it was terrifying but you couldn’t look away!

— there was a part in the movie where the protaganist’s boyfriend got ruthlessly killed by a chainsaw. you held onto him closely during this part, shrinking into your chair. ivan kept his focus on the screen but gently patted your head, “if it was me and you, i’d never get killed. i’d be there for you.”

— “how romantic,” you said almost sarcastically, chuckling. your laughter had nervous undertones. “save that for your girlfriend.”

— “i don’t have a girlfriend,” he replied quietly. things went silent for a few moments, save for the sounds of the movie, before he spoke up again. “i’d like to have you, though. we’d make a great couple.”

— you turned your head away from the sceeen, completely missing the part where the protagonist found out the identity of the serial killer that was after her. instead of watching the movie, you looked up at ivan who looked down at you with a small, awkward smile. you asked him if he had just asked you out. he nodded in response. you asked him if he meant it. again, he nodded. you finally asked him if he wanted to kiss. he eagerly nodded on that.

— the two of you kissed in the back of the move theater, not minding the fact that both of you were missing the movie ending. the kisses weren’t passionate but rather childish, as if you were simply getting acquainted to each other’s lips. it was dark and you two were quiet for the most part, so you wouldn’t disturb anyone. every other couple was probably kissing anyways. ivan supposed it was true. something about blood and guts really did make people kissey.

#hetalia #hetalia headcanons #hetalia x you #hetalia x reader #england x reader #arthur x reader #arthur kirkland #hws england #america x reader #alfred x reader #alfred f jones #hws america #france x reader #francis x reader #francis bonnefoy #hws france #china x reader #yao x reader #yao wang #hws china #russia x reader #ivan x reader #ivan braginsky #hws russia #hws #aph

[woodenarthurkirkland]

THIS IS MY FRIEND SCHLOCK AND THIS IS HIS MIND HOTEL 👍

#hetalia #arthur kirkland #hetalia england #aph england #hws england #hazbin hotel #bbc sherlock #benedict cumberbatch #hazbin art #sherlock fandom #sherlock fanart #sherlock x reader

[sweetdreamsfanfic]

What happened to the hetalia fandom?

Either way, would anyone be interested in more of the og fanfics? Aka the “Hetalia bf scenarios” and a 1p/2p series

Genuinely getting back into it but there’s like no fresh content 😭😭

#hetalia #2p hetalia #reader insert #2ptalia #boyfriend scenarios #headcannons #where yall at #x reader #2p america #2p italy #ludwig beilschmidt #alfred f jones #arthur kirkland #francis bonnefoy #gilbert beilschmidt #antonio fernandez carriedo #feliciano vargas #romano vargas #kuro honda #dead fandom #2p england #2p germany #luciano vargas #allen f jones #yandere #oneshots #series #nekotalia #fanfic

[merbear25]

England and ‘is this how you flirt with everyone?’ because for sure he flirts by making little sarcastic remarks, she/her pronouns for the reader plz !

Hey, hey! Thank you for the request! Oh, yeah, he'd totally flirt like this and that's one of the things we love about him 🤭 I hope you like it!

CW: SFW, fem!reader, reciprocted feelings, bits of humor, nerd talk

Flirtatious undertones

Couldn't finding the room for the Hellfire club actitives ever be easy for you? The room had been changed for the fourth time this month, making you run around like a chicken with its head cut off.

You hadn't even been apart of this club for that long and you came to nearly every meet late. Having to keep up with the constant room changes seemed too confusing because there didn't appear to be much of a pattern and the schedule wasn't always up to date.

Finally reaching the designated room, you opened the door to find England sitting at the end of table alone. Looking around the room in slight confusion, you asked where Romania was.

Huffing at the inconvenience of being the only one to have arrived on time, he spit out that Romania was just as late as you were. "How hard is it to read a schedule, honestly?"

"Apparently too hard, otherwise we'd have been on time." Despite him scoffing at your remark, you pulled up a chair next to him. "And did you ever think it'd be easier to keep the room the same like every other club here?" you added, leaning forward and smirking at him.

Mirroring your body language, he closed the gap between you and said with a faint smile, "Well, if you knew how to read you'd notice the other clubs alternate rooms too."

Flushing from being called out on your own negligence, you threw yourself back in your chair, crossing your arms.

Chuckling in triumph at your pouting face, you were making it far too easy for him to tease you. "I'd say your lack of perception in our table tops perfectly reflects real life." The exagerated shock from his playful jab only egged him on, "But it's not all your fault. Those pesky dice have made it so much harder, you poor thing."

"Oh, as if I fail as many skill checks as you! Don't you remember how confident you were checking out that one section of the forest? You rolled a one and got stung by a swarm of wasps, which put you on life saving throws."

"Only because you and Romania failed yours, leaving the mission up to me! It was a fluke, unlike yours."

"I beg to differ!"

Cocking a grin, he leaned forward, "What about that time you got poisoned by wild berries? Or when you've missed nearly every jump?" He wasn't giving you a chance to defend youself―wanting to savor your defeat. "And who other than me to come and save you each time," throwing his final blow in a softer tone to highlight his generous nature, he tilted his head to come across softer, despite feeling quite pleased with himself.

Blinking at the absolute gall he had, the following crept past your lips without any thought put into it, "Is this how you flirt with everyone?"

The cocky smirk he had was immediately replaced by a hue. It'd been awhile since he'd been at a loss for words, but you managed to catch him off guard with that comment.

Watching him struggling to find the words to utter a snarky remark, you cocked an eyebrow at him.

"I was not flirting! A-and even if I were, you started it, so you've been the one doing the flirting!" You could practically feel the heat radiating off his flustered face.

Wanting to get the upper hand, you lead with, "Don't worry! I won't tell anyone about your little crush on me."

"You wish I had a crush on you! T-that's just absurd..." trailing off he averted his eyes from your gaze.

When you slowly leaned in closer, you noticed his chest rising and falling more quickly. "And here I was thinking about what a lucky girl I was," you frowned.

Feeling like he was being backed into a corner, he tried to fight off his rising coyness towards your forward behavior. Whether or not you were being genuine, he still felt the need to come out on top, "Well, if you're that heartbroken, love, then why don't you..." he hadn't noticed how much of the gap he'd closed between the both of you.

Your eyes were locked on each other's. They fluttered back and forth between making eyecontact and your lips, which were twitching with anticipation.

Hesitantly, you inched closer, keeping your softened gaze on his quivering bottom lip. Just barely being able to brush against them, he pushed his nerves aside, meeting your feverish kiss with confidence.

#follower event #Romania got lost for the plot #aph hetalia #hetalia x reader #hetalia x you #hetalia #x reader #hetalia imagines #hetalia world series #hws #hetalia axis powers #hetalia world stars #hws hetalia #england hetalia #arthur kirkland #hetalia england #aph england #aph

[doki-doki-imagines]

Aph England 🎁

The man is a mess, too many relatives, too much stuff that could go wrong, too many things to cook (maybe that was better to leave to someone more skilled). The best part of the day is late evening, all the house still to clean, but full of warmth and comfort, just you two, helping each other out like a normal couple.

#hetalia x reader #aph x reader #hetalia headcanons #aph headcanons #aph england #arthur kirkland #arthur kirkland x reader #aph england x reader

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

Is England dominant? Personality-wise? Would he gell well with someone who is partially dominant as well?

Arthur strikes me as someone who is accustomed to being in a position of authority, and rarely has that authority questioned. Mind, he's more-or-less acclimated himself to less rigidity, but in professional settings he is a man who gives respect, and will only withdraw that respect if he's not given the same acknowledgement. In his personal life, I believe he is much more open to compromises. He admires someone who can challenge him, who treats him as an equal, who can charter whatever the ebb and flow between them. I think, in truth, that's why he and Francis are so close; their bickering is petty and ridiculous most days, but it is founded on love and respect. And while Arthur may not be in search of another partner who could fight with him till the cows come home, I do believe he's seeking out someone who isn't afraid to stand up for their values when needed, someone who is capable and loving, but most of all someone who can help carry him should the floodgates give way.

#anon asks #arthur kirkland #hello lovelies! #aph england #england x reader #sorta? #aph france #mention #aph hetalia #hws england #hetalia england #trying to work on some of the older requests; i swear whatever creative energy i possessed was siphoned away from me #i can barely summon up daydreams anymore :(

[melis-writes]

It's time to introduce and write a new multichapter fic! 🤩🤗

#melly talks #michael corleone #kay adams #apollonia vitelli #sonny corleone #sonny corleone x reader #bobby deerfield #bobby deerfield x reader #arthur kirkland #arthur kirkland x reader

[darkwaltz-blog]

Hello! Could you write allies with a girlfriend, who is easily aroused and has a lot of sexual desire?

ALLIES X S/O WITH A LOT OF SEXUAL DESIRE.

Warning: +18 content.

Sorry for the slow updates, I've been a bit busy the last few weeks. But I'm finally here again! ^^

Arthur Kirkland [England]

He's too proud to admit it, but he loves the idea that his S/O is always craving his touch, somehow it makes him feel wanted and boosts his ego.

Arthur has quite a few fantasies and hidden desires, but due to how busy he is, he never pays enough attention to them. An S/O with a high libido helps him a lot to be himself sexually. In the depths of the mind of the distinguished English gentleman, there is an evil being who enjoys subjecting his partner to punishment and obedience games.

If his partner tries to provoke him in public, Arthur blushes terribly as he quietly scolds her to stop. From there, your partner has two paths to choose from:

-If you stop, he will thank you and gently take your hand and place it in his lap.

-If you continue, prepare to be punished when you get home, suffering from the denial of your orgasm while your sadistic boyfriend insults you with the dirtiest language you have ever heard.

Francis Bonnefoy [France]

Francis would love to have a partner who is easily aroused. He knows how to show his love in different ways, but his preferred love language will always be physical.

He is a great connoisseur in sexual matters, he is a know-it-all who will always be above his partner in this regard.

He is a fan of communication. Since before starting the relationship, he has had a conversation with his partner where limits are set. He hates making his partner uncomfortable.

He loves when his partner is the one who initiates the intimate moments, the feeling of being needed turns him on instantly.

He is aware of how easy it is to stimulate his S/O, he loves to tease her with naughty comments or touches, and as soon as she gets turned on, Francis ignores her for a moment just to see her necessary reaction.

If his partner can't speak French, he whispers obscenities in his mother tongue just because he likes to see his S/O's confused face.

Alfred F. Jones [America]

Alfred doesn't have that high a sex drive, but he wouldn't mind having a partner who does. He loves physical contact, and he is someone with a lot of energy, and he shows it a lot in sex.

This boy is usually quite unaware of what is happening around him, most of the time his partner must be very direct with him and tell him what he wants.

He would enjoy watching his partner slip between his legs while he plays video games. He loves it when his S/O surprises him at random times and shows how much he wants his attention.

Alfred is usually very careless with his partner, he doesn't realize that traveling from one place to another doing different things takes him away from his affective responsibilities. His partner should have a talk where she discusses her main needs that she wants to be satisfied by him. It is best to be clear with Alfred if you want to get anywhere.

Ivan Braginski [Russia]

Ivan is very nervous about having an S/O with a huge sexual appetite. He is quite naive in this type of subject, but he works hard to reach the same level of experience as his partner. He is someone who learns fast.

This man is hungry for affection, he doesn't care if the only way to receive it is sexually.

Ivan is someone with a lot of insecurities. There are times when his mind fills with pessimistic thoughts that discourage him and make him paranoid: "If I always do the same thing with her, will she get bored with me?", "If I don't spend the time she wants, will she get someone else?", "does she love me or just wants me to have sex?"

Despite everything, he is someone quite accommodating, his partner only needs to tell him that she is eager to be touched, and he will devote his full attention to her.

He is extremely bad at understanding hints and double meanings. If one day his partner sits on his lap and starts kissing him (with obvious intentions of having sex), Ivan will think that his S/O just wants a cuddle and kiss session; he will limit himself to that unless his beloved tells him what she wants.

Matthew Williams [Canada]

Matthew is grateful to have a partner with a high sexual desire. Many people may see him as disinterested in such matters, but he has so many desires that he is eager to let it flow only with the person he loves.

He may seem like an innocent person, but once his partner gives him notice of how much he wants to be touched, the introverted Canadian turns into a complete stranger who won't stop until he takes her lover's breath away.

His stamina for sex is impressive, and this is even more evident when he receives praise from his partner. She just needs to tell him what a good boy he is, to get him turned on again. He lives for praise!

He loves that his partner is able to be easily aroused as he is too and is always in the mood to cater to his partner's sexual needs as well as himself. He doesn't mind that this happens in the least appropriate places, since he is not ashamed to freely express his sexual life.

Yao Wang [China]

Yao has been in existence for quite a few years, he has run into countless people. Meeting someone with a high libido would not be a surprise to him, however, it would still take work tailored to a relationship with such a partner.

He would have a lot of trouble adjusting to a relationship where his partner has a large sexual appetite. This man has lived for a long time, and many of the old customs have inadvertently stayed with him, based on that, Yao makes clear to his mistress certain conditions such as limiting any sexual proposals to the bedroom.

Yao is often embarrassed by many things, and her partner's continual sexual advances are included.

He's a fan of cute things, and seeing his darling blushing and panting under him is one of the most adorable sights he's ever seen, he tries so hard not to break down seeing his partner in that state.

#hetalia allies #hetalia axis powers #hetalia #hetalia x reader #america x reader #russia x reader #england x reader #france x reader #china x reader #canada x reader #matthew williams #francis bonnefoy #ivan braginsky #yao wang #alfred f jones #arthur kirkland #hetalia headcanons