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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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Feline Fiasco

Hetalia x Reader

This is written for a female reader but there isn't really anything specific that would suggest that besides a few references. If you want to read, I'm not going to stop you.

Also (Y/n) is completely uninterested in the countries for the majority of this, all she's interested in is the cats. This is way fluffier than anything else I've posted, which is two things, and this part is relatively America-centric because (Y/n) works for him. This is also way less quality work than those two posts but idk deal with it?

There is more to this but it's unfinished and I'll probably never post it. My friend also helped with the cat names so if you don't like them... uh assume that they chose them. One last note, I thought it would be funny to write the accents so you also have to deal with that.

As one of the many secretaries working in the White House, it was actually quite a surprise to you that you ended up as the main secretary to the human personification of the U.S.A.

Because of this, you had become quite close to Mr. F. Jones and more importantly: his cat.

You couldn't help but coo at the adorable and floofy feline. Sure, you should probably finish filing those papers, but national security can wait a few more minutes. Besides you couldn't resist the allure of the purr. It would be an understatement to say, when you learned that the other personifications also had furry friends of their own, you were excited.

America didn't want you interacting with the other countries, especially not Russia. But you honestly didn't care and you weren't the recording secretary for those meetings, so it's not like you were in attendance anyways. That somehow didn't stop you from having to tag along and meeting more nation cats; of which you weren't sure why they had brought them along in the first place. It's not like you were complaining.

Ball of fur after ball of fur. No cat went un-petted. Except for Germany's cat; he had evaded you time and time again. But no longer! For today was the last day and you were going to pet that cat if it was the last thing you did.

There it was. It's sleek black fur, the ribbon in Germany's signature colors around its neck, and that always alert look on its face. He would evade you no more. You crouched down in your very inflexible pencil skirt and prepared to pounce.

"Vhat are jou doing?" A voice thick with a German accent called out, startling you and the cat who decided to bound back towards him and into his arms.

"Uhhhh." You blanked.

"You're America's secretary right? Vat vere jou trying to do to my cat?" He questioned, eyes narrowing with suspicion.

You gulped and tried to explain your actions in a way that didn't sound absolutely ridiculous.

"I-uh. I wanted to pet your cat and… he kept evading me and I thought if I snuck up on him that I could pet him." You looked away and pitifully whispered, "Sorry."

"If jou vanted to pet him, all you had to do was ask."

"Really!?" Your eyes lit up and you looked up at the German with pure and unbridled excitement. He coughed and looked away with a slight blush resting on his cheeks.

"Of course." He held the cat out. You, with no hesitation whatsoever, immediately started to adore and love the cat, even shifting it from Germany's arms to your own.

As you continued to pet the cat, who despite his earlier refusal, seemed quite happy, you asked Germany a question. "My name's (Y/n). What's yours if you're willing to share? No pressure though."

His eyes widened a bit before he shook it off and gave you an answer. "Ludwig Beilschmidt." He responded, studying his cat. "Germouser seems to like jou."

You could barely stifle a laugh at the name he had given to the black cat. He sensed your amusement and gave an explanation.

"Feli- Italy named him. I vas going to name him Johann or something similar. Italy was zoroughly horrified by my suggestions and vould not rest until I vent vith his."

You smiled at the Italian's antics and shook your head with amusement. "Germouser is a fine name for an absolutely wonderful cat."

Germany seemed to get flustered again as he watched you coo at his cat, completely ignoring his presence. He would have just left him with you, but the meeting was starting soon and he didn't want to be late. Luckily for him, America decided to pop around the corner, demanding your attention. So you were forced to give up the precious kitty cat and return with Mr. Jones.

Alfred was annoyed. Not at you but at everyone else. Why did they have any right to be around you? You were an American citizen. His citizen. Sure, all you were really interested in was their cats. But what if you thought that they and their cats were so cool that you left him and went to live in a different country instead? He couldn't let that happen.

"So, (Y/n), dude, broette." He said on the way to the meeting room. "Here's the deal."

You gave him a look and raised an eyebrow.

"I need someone to watch Hero for me and my sitter flaked so you're gonna be watching him." He fingered-gunned at you and stars seemed to shine in the air around him. This, of course, was nothing new to you. It wasn’t like you would have rather been attending the meeting anyways.

So you stayed in a different unoccupied meeting room with a lovely, furry friend. It wasn't until he started hissing at a corner that you were in trouble.

"Hero, what's wrong?" You asked, concerned at the agitated cat. His tail bristled up and his ears flattened down as he took a defensive position. Out of nowhere another fluffy cat waltzed in from the very corner that Hero had been hissing at. It was Boris, a cat that belonged to Russia.

You hadn't actually gotten to pet him yet because to be honest, you were also scared of Russia. But… He wasn't around… and his cat was. And his cat was purring.

That was about all the reasoning that you needed to brush past Hero and scoop Boris up into your arms. The former started yowling for your attention and followed you as you went to sit down with the Russian cat.

You laid down on the plush carpeted floor and lifted the cat that you were holding up above you. Boris’ fluffy body was placed onto your chest and he immediately started purring louder once he got comfortable. He nuzzled his face into your neck, much to the annoyance of the American cat. Hero yowled at you and pawed at Boris, desperately trying to get him off.

Boris only gave him a smug look in return and kneaded into you, further solidifying his spot. Hero decided that it wasn’t worth the fight and that he was going to get his owner to remove the Russian cat and put him back into his mother’s lap: aka you.

The surprisingly smart and agile cat leapt around the room and pushed down the door handle, slipping out through the crack. You didn’t notice this as you were currently immersed in the bliss of a cat sitting on you and letting you pet it.

Eventually the purring lulled you into a peaceful and warm slumber, the two of you deciding to take a cat nap.

It would be Russia who found you first. Ivan realized that his cat had gone missing and he honestly didn’t care enough about the meeting to stay. It's not like anyone would try to stop him.

So as Hero bounded down the halls towards the meeting room, Mr. Ivan Braginsky came from the other direction; his sense of where his cat was at any one moment was completely uncanny.

The Russian gradually opened the wooden door and it quietly opened without any resistance. He turned his head towards where he heard purring and was met with a surprising sight. It was America’s secretary, with his cat, lying, with his cat.

You were breathing softly and the movements of your chest moving up and down also moved Boris. Ivan couldn’t help but faintly smile at the sight. Said cat opened a singular eye to acknowledge the new presence in the room. He flicked his tail and settled back into his spot. Not wanting to bother you or the cat, Ivan pulled out a chair and sat down. 

He pulled out some paperwork, seemingly from nowhere, and began to work on it. The sounds of your quiet breathing, combined with the light purr from Boris, made for a calming work environment. 

As the three of you remained in peaceful bliss, another kitty cat was running around the corner on the never ending search for food. Itabby trotted up and down the corridors looking for an open door that might lead to some food that didn’t come from England. Her golden fur glimmered as the sun shined through the many windows in the building. She looked over at a door that had opened slightly and was too blinded by the thought of food to notice the scarily familiar scent coming from the room.

Itabby scampered over to the door but screeched and meowed as she was sent flying by an American blonde and his equally irritated cat. She tentatively peered around the door at the scene forming.

“HEY!” Alfred yelled, startling both you and the cat. You shot up straight, Boris falling into your lap. “What are you doing with her?!” He yelled again, getting his face up into Ivan’s. The other man gave him an unamused look and stood up, towering over him. Alfred, despite this, did not back down and continued to stare angrily at him.

“Go away.” The white-haired male said, his accent heavy as he crossed his arms. “You have startled them with your unnecessary noise. You are just like the rest of your country.”

The air tensed and became heavier as the seconds went on. They began to size each other up as Hero, ironically, “heroically” walked proudly over to you and with his front paws, pushed Boris off of your lap. He quickly took his place and started purring. Boris’ fur began to puff up as he hunched down and prepared to pounce. His back legs flexed and he made the jump, sending both him and Hero flying towards their fighting owners, who were remarkably somehow not in a physical fight. Yet.

You very quickly realized that you did not want to be in the middle of  two superpowers fighting and quietly took your leave. (E/c) eyes met feline amber ones and you swept up the cat and made your escape, leaving behind the feuding men and cats.

Itabby snuggled into your arms as you finally slowed down to catch your breath. Her round tail whooshed back and forth as you tiredly walked through the long hallway. The two of you eventually ended up in the rose gardens of the meeting building. The area was well taken care of and beautiful if you did say so yourself. The meeting was taking place in England and Mr. Jones had told you about how the Brit enjoyed gardening, so it made sense as to why it was here.

Speaking of the British, you spotted a fluffy feline shape from the corner of your eye. It was deeper into the gardens and among the trees. Itabby finally decided that it was time to go and return to her owner. She gracefully leaped out of your arms and landed on all fours and trotted off to beg Italy for some pasta. You instead continued your approach to the cat, which at this point, you could tell was a Scottish Fold.

The left side of his face was brown and so was his tail. Alike to his owner, he seemed to have what you assumed were some kind of eyebrows and when he opened his eyes to look at you, his olive eyes stared into yours. He flicked his tail and layed back down onto the wall that he was laying on. His collar jingled as he moved and you quietly moved up to him. On the gold circle attached to the same olive color collar, was a name.

‘Scone’ You thought. ‘Oh my god. This is the most English cat name I have ever seen.’

You almost started laughing but the smoldering glare the cat gave you made you think otherwise. The stone wall was surprisingly cold for the summer sun and as you sat down, you took a look at Scone. He seemed to still be quite grumpy, but he knew you from earlier in the week, so he was not alarmed. You lifted up and moved your left arm forward to start petting him.

Scone was soft and clearly well-taken care of. His fur was clean and had no knots or dirt insight, despite laying around a garden for half a day. You continued your actions and the both of you started to fall back into slumber. Your hand hovered on the back of the feline and your head slumped alongside your body.

It was peaceful. With birds chirping and the wind lightly blowing. There was a river babbling somewhere in the background and it made for a serene scene. The only reason he had let you pet him was because you had fed him earlier in the week. He didn’t have his collar at that point so this was the first time you had gotten his name. Your eyes closed as you recalled the event from a couple of days prior.

The day after the plane landed you were on the hunt for felines. Armed with some cat food, a retractable mouse-on-a-stick and hope, you made your way around the building England had set aside for housing the rampant countries, and byproduct, their cats. France’s cat, Monsieur, was an absolute attention wh-. He really liked attention, and would rub himself against your leg anytime the two of you crossed paths. It’s not like France, or Francis, was much better.

It’s not like you minded petting him. He was adorable after all. The cat, not Francis. But you had wanted to meet as many other cats as you could and so you had to stop by Francis’ room multiple times to drop off Monsieur.

“Je suis désolé.” He said, taking Monsieur out of your arms. “He keeps getting out. But I guess he knows when there’s a lovely lady around.”

You ignored his attempts at flirting and instead scratched Monsieur’s chin one last time before leaving. He purred at you and while you felt bad about leaving him, you were on a mission! Besides, you had a certain Japanese cat to track down. Monsieur meowed at you as you walked down the hallway and if you didn’t know better you’d say so did Francis.

Either way, nothing was going to stop you from petting Tama, Japan’s cat. He was an adorable little black and white feline with the cutest little bob for a tail. You had actually spotted him earlier and was about to go up to him before Monsieur literally jumped into your arms, demanding attention. Of course you weren’t going to say no so Tama quickly left your sight as you went to return Monsieur. 

Wait, isn't Monsieur just sir in French? Oh well there was no time to think about questionable cat names, this building was full of them.

Monsieur wasn’t the only attention whore of a cat. Prussia’s cat, Purrussia, wasn’t much better. He would follow you down hallways and meow with his scratchy meow at you while Austria’s cat, Allegro, whined behind him. He literally tried to jump up at you a few times.

Of course both of them were interrupted when Hero ran straight at you and tackled you like a professional linebacker. You had thought that it was mostly fluff, but no, apparently Hero could pack a punch. He knocked the wind out of you as you fell backwards onto the tiled floor. The cat sat proudly on you and looked around like he was waiting for something or someone. Whoever he was waiting for, however, wouldn’t show up fast enough to see Purrussia return the favor and tackle Hero off of you, much to Allegro’s horror. 

The white cat had a German ribbon as well but it looked like it was fraying at the edges. The reason you were bringing this up was because Hero was currently using one of the edges to try to choke Purrussia and Allegro was using the other to try to pull Purrussia away from Hero. Neither was really working and all it was really doing was making Purrussia more and more agitated.

“PURRUSSIA!!!” A shrill voice yelled out from down the hallway.

The cats stopped their roughhousing to see two of the countries barrelling down towards them. Well Prussia was. Austria was slowly walking over, looking more inconvenienced than anything else.

“Purrussia! Purrussia!” Prussia reiterated, pulling his cat up by its arms. “Did jou vin?!”

Everyone but the two Prussians stared in disbelief at his statement. The albino feline furiously nodded his head and if he could have talked you would have imagined that he would have been saying, ‘I’m awesome!’

Hero angrily meowed down below, as if to oppose Purrussia’s non-verbal statement. Allegro just haughtily licked his paw and stuck his nose up as if to pretend that he was disgusted with their fighting as if he hadn’t just been a part of it. Austria picked up his in-denial cat and you picked up Hero who calmed down as soon as you did. 

“Sorry about him.” You said, brushing his unruly fur down with your hand. “He gets a little competitive.”

“Ja. It’s fine.” Austria said, petting his own cat. “Purrussia is not much better.”

“HEY!” Prussia yelled. “My awesome Purrussia is doing his best! And besides, at least he actually does something!”

“Jour cat picked a fight vith a vall (wall) Gilbert.” Austria sassed.

“Vell jour cat’s piano playing is trash!”

Austria gave a gasp of horror before inching closer to the Prussian.

“Jou take zat back, RIGHT NOW!”

Prussia just laughed, still letting Purrussia’s back paws dangle as he held him like one would a toddler. He got in close to the Austrian’s face, smiling deviously at him.

“Nein.”

He suddenly, while still holding Purrussia, took off, running away from Austria. He wasn’t far behind though and you could hear the man yelling in German all the way down the far corridor.

“Well Hero.” You said, looking down at the cat who had made himself very comfortable. “That was weird.”

He just snuggled closer to you and you sighed. You scratched him once more before heading down the opposite hallway. The destination was clear, before you could continue your cat quest, you’d have to get this one safely back to its owner.

You suddenly snapped back to reality, still sitting on the wall. The sun was now high in the sky and the spot underneath you was no longer cold. You were especially warm as you now had a Scottish Fold sitting comfortably upon your lap. Quietly cooing at the cat, you looked to see if there was any way to escape your furry prison. The most important rule of cats: once a cat sits on you, you’re not moving until they do.

You sighed, legs uncomfortably stiff. Scone was far more content and his bushy tail occasionally brushed against your leg. It was incredibly cute but it didn’t make your back stop hurting from being hunched over for the last half hour.

Voices came from farther within the garden. There were two people currently engaged in a soft conversation. You caught bits and pieces of it; there was a man with a British accent and a man with what you thought was American until you heard him say ‘aboot.’ You couldn’t help but snicker at your own observation, disturbing Scone in the process.

He scornfully meowed at you and you offered pets in an apology. Around the corner turned Scone’s owner and a man who looked incredibly similar to America. They both turned to look at you when the Scottish Fold you were fondling stretched out to impossible lengths and complained like a cat while he did it. England looked down at your lap to see his cat very happily cushioned on your thighs. The man next to him was also holding a cat who again looked very similar to America’s.

They were clearly different though. This man’s hair was more auburn and his eyes were a shade of impossible purple. There was also more of a wave to it whereas America’s hair was as straight as hair comes. Familiarity lit up in your eyes, not for the man however.

“Maple!” You exclaimed, wanting to go to the cat but also not willing to disturb the one on you. “How have you been?”

The men stared at you, wondering if you were talking to them or the cat. Of course Maple himself answered this as he jumped out of his owner’s arms and darted over to you. He gracefully climbed up the small wall and placed himself down by you. Scone was on your lap and he was nicer than Hero so as to not push him off. You moved one of your arms to pet Maple and kept the other on Scone. They were so cute you felt like you were going to explode.

“Oh.” A quiet voice spoke out. It came from the man behind England. “You’re Alfred’s secretary right?”

You smiled and nodded at the man. “And I assume that means you’re Canada, right?”

He looked a tad taken aback before nodding himself. “Yeah…” He trailed off and England instead picked up the conversation.

“I thought you were supposed to be watching his furrball cat, Hero.” He walked over and leaned against the wall.

“I was. But then he and Boris got into a catfight… and then America and Russia got into a catfight.”

Canada laughed in the background but quickly covered it up. England stared at Scone, looking to see if there was anyway to get him off of you without being scratched himself. He had enough injuries, that should have scarred had he not been a country, from the cat. He shivered a bit, though also began to pet the feline, scratching his under the chin.

“That sounds like those two.”

You hummed in agreement, continuing your affections. Canada also came over to pet his own cat who ironically did smell like maple syrup. 

“Can I make you the villain of this story?” You asked England, gesturing to Scone. “I do actually have somewhere I need to be.”

“Oh I suppose I can assume that role.” He mused, carefully picking up his cat. He was not happy to be moved but England just shushed him.

Canada also picked up his cat who was slightly nicer about the whole thing. He fidgeted with Maple’s ear as he held him.

“I’m Matthew.” He said, carefully shifting Maple so he could put one arm out to shake your hand.

You finished the formal greeting. “I’m (Y/n).”

The other blonde butted in from the background. “I’m Arthur, love.”

“It’s very nice to formally meet both of you. Seeing you from across a meeting room doesn’t really count.” You smiled and gave a small pat to each of the feline’s heads. “Well I wasn’t kidding about needing to get somewhere. I really didn’t mean to get stopped as long as I did.” 

You playfully glared at the Scottish Fold sitting comfortably in his owner's arms. He promptly ignored you, instead turning around cutely. England apologized but you told him it was fine. You were at least 50% sure that Mr. Jones was probably still fighting with Russia. Those two really were like angry cats. You waved the two men off and went on your way to find out the answer to that question.

Instead of coming across two feuding superpowers, you came across two of the Asian nations’ cats. You had already met them both but this was the first time you were seeing them together. Tama was sitting up high on a shelf while China’s cat, Meowzedong, was angrily meowing at him from down below. Everytime he tried to climb up, Tama would use a paw and swipe a book or other object down at him.

You flinched as a very breakable, very expensive-looking, vase crashed down. It was this movement that alerted the two cats to your presence and Meowzedong wasted no time at all to come over to you and complain. Now you couldn’t exactly speak cat but you got the jist.

Bending down, you carefully picked up the cat. Meowzedong always had a weird clump of fur that looked almost like a ponytail that, no matter how much China cut it, always grew back. He yowled at you and pointed a furry paw in Tama’s direction. The other cat had already loafed on top of the high shelf and you looked at him, back at Meowzedong, back at Tama, and then back at Meowzedong again.

“I don’t know how tall you think I am but I’m not that tall.”

Meowzedong just narrowed his eyes and meowed at you again. You sighed, looking back at Tama. If he had a long enough tail to flick it at you he would’ve. Sensing the futility of his quest, Meowzedong instead spread himself out in your arms and if you didn’t know better you would have said that he was mocking Tama. And if you really didn’t know better you’d say that it was working and that the bobtail was getting more irritated by the second. The personifications might have had to act cordial but their cats had no such qualms.

Finally, Tama de-loafed himself and gracefully hopped down a few other layers before reaching the bottom. He gracefully walked over to you and sat on your foot… Well shoot. What were you supposed to do now?

So here you were, from one cat prison to the next. Standing in the middle of some random, out-of-the-way hallway because the nations’ cats were all attention-hogging, though very adorable, brats.

You didn’t know how much time had actually passed. There was no clock in the hallway, you didn’t wear a watch, and both of your hands were occupied so you couldn’t check your phone. As cute as they were, your legs felt like they were about to collapse in on themselves. You couldn’t even shift how you were standing because Tama had taken it upon himself to lay across both of your shoes. Your arms also felt like they were going to fall off at any second. Meowzedong wasn’t a particularly heavy cat but try holding anything over five pounds for longer than five minutes.

You were desperately hoping that either they would finally get bored and leave or someone would come to save you. Wow you guessed you really did need a “Hero” right about now… Dammit you thought that referencing needing a hero in your head would magically summon America or his equally hotheaded cat.

“Tama. Meowzedong.” You murmured. “Can you please get off?” You hoped to whatever god or gods were out there that they didn’t hear the desperation in your voice. Never show weakness to a cat.

The two cats made eye contact with each other for a moment and seemed to come to an agreement. Meowzedong stretched his body out before jumping onto the ground. Tama did the same but instead greeted Meowzedong when he landed.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration if you said that you collapsed onto the wooden floor below. You quickly got up however as you didn’t want them to see it as another chance to sit on you. At least not right now. You pulled out your phone to see all of the messages and calls you missed. You had put it on silent while watching Hero and forgot to turn it back to vibrate.

‘Oh my god Mr. Jones called me twenty-three times.’ You thought, frantic. ‘I’m gonna be in so much trouble!’

You raced down the hallway, startling a group of micronations as you went. There was no time to apologize! You had to keep your job! If not for you then for the cats!

Not even thinking to knock you burst open the door where America was staying, side note why wasn’t it locked? And were greeted with the sight of!... Mr. Jones… crying? His cat looked pretty dejected too and was currently hanging himself off the side of the bed like a rug.

“Sir?” His head shot up to look at you.

He quickly snapped his head back away, mushing at his face in an attempt to try to make it seem like he wasn’t crying.

“(Y-Y/n)” He stuttered for a second, before immediately going back to the hero persona. “Where’ve you been!?”

“Are you okay?” You ignore him, instead asking your own question.

You titiled your body to look at what he was looking at… Was that a framed picture of you?!

It didn’t matter because he was very quickly all in your face again. You could see what seemed to be a rapidly healing black eye and a tooth that hadn’t fully regrown in yet as he smiled at you. Just how long was he fighting with Russia for?

You sat him down on his bed, considering if you should even bother getting a medkit for him. Either way you ended up spending the rest of the day with him, watching movies and sitting what you considered a good ways away from each other on the plush couch. He apparently had a nicer room in all of England’s properties from when he used to live there during parts of the year.

Hero filled the gap in-between you of which America was mildly annoyed about. He kept trying to get you to use ‘Alfred’ but you insisted that it was unprofessional. He’d close the gap one day.

#hetalia x reader #hetalia #hws france x reader #hws america x reader #hws england x reader #hws canada x reader #hws russia x reader #hws china x reader #hws italy x reader #hws germany x reader #hws japan x reader #hws austria x reader #america x reader #canada x reader #england x reader #france x reader #russia x reader #china x reader #italy x reader #germany x reader #japan x reader #austria x reader #hws prussia x reader #prussia x reader #nekotalia

[brianlesshetaliawritings]

Can you do yandere canada and russia after they stop their darling from escape with a bit of violence like broken bone? Like how they treat y/n after that

Yandere Canada and Russia after breaking his darling's leg. (to stop them escaping)

would it be bad to say im excited to write this? idk. i got to thinking and decided i'll go with a broken leg if ya don't mind, sorry. also, sorry again for taking so long. and also like, sorry if this sucks ass??.. i didnt pass writing class if you can tell. but uhh.. ya, this is probably really bad so im sorry. :( another note: I JUST FUCKING REALIZED THAT THIS WAS PROBABLY A REQUEST FOR AFTERWARDS OH MY GOD IM STUPID I WAS GONNA WRITE THE WHOLE PROCESS AND SHIT😭 I NEVER READ SHIT ALL THE WAY ISTG

tw: violence, broken bones, abuse, force feeding, similar stuff

!! yandere content. if you can't handle any behavior possibly seen in a yandere please don't read this. !! (example; obsessive, stalkery, possessive, violent, or generally horrid behaviour.)

Canada

Canada honestly hated having to do this, but he really felt like he had to. That and he was just really pissed. Like a lot. Like screaming, hitting, and punching type pissed. But, again, doesn't like seeing you hurt.

After he absolutely destroyed your lower calf and beat you for a while he spent a minute staring at you, a bit in a daze, until eventually suddenly snapping out it and quickly bringing you home to properly care for the damage he has afflicted upon you.

He was way gentle afterwards, bandaging and disinfecting the wounds with much care and as thuroughly as possible. Though, it was clear he wasn't just going to let this off the hook with the way he decided to directly tie you to a hook on the wall, with very little wiggle room and no way to move more than maybe a foot.

Your progress in all the freedom you acquired was not only reset, but even worse than where you first got here. It's uncomfortable, even with the pilow he provided you. You're no longer allowed to have your hands free in general, and he has to feed you instead of letting you do it yourself. When you need to use the restroom you have two minutes in there until he starts asking what you're doing in there.

It wasn't really all that painful though outside of the ache of the previous abuse he made you endure. That and the occasional ache from the limitted positions you have at your disposal, don't worry though. Every three days he'll switch your spot so you'll at the very least have a different view to look at. In general, he isn't the worst to have, but definitely not the quickest to forget. You'll be stuck doing this for another month or two before he even considers giving you the slightest of freedoms.

Russia

Ivan is not nearly as lenient as Canada. Hell, after he beats the life out of you, probably breaking more than just your leg, he decides to lock you up in the basement—the cold, empty basement. He drags you to the stairs, shoves you down, and locks the door before ditching you for the next day or so.

Eventually, though, he returns, purely to ensure you don't die. You've been bad, but he'd never want you dead. It would be a lonely world without you by his side. His hands roughly push you around as he wraps you up in bandages and drenches your wounds, rubbing the stuff off with a washcloth afterward. He forces you to be tied up in a position where the majority of your bones will heal correctly, besides the leg. If the leg is messed up, that'll make any future attempts all the harder for you, which is what he wants.

Once he's done with that, it'll be another two days. No food, no water, no warmth, no him. Just sitting in the basement without pain medicine, starving, perhaps freezing, as he does nothing to help you with frostbite or hypothermia. Though, as expected, he returns yet again, and this time with food. The force-feeding will be rough, and you'll likely choke a couple of times, but honestly, it's better than you having been starving earlier.

This will be your life for two or so weeks, rotting in the basement, with your only human interaction being when you need to eat or maybe even for the restroom. The good news, though, is that Russia isn't a very patient man. Even if he's frustrated, he misses you a lot. So you'll be freed rather quickly compared to Canada, funny enough. Or at least, freed from the basement, that is.

Don't take this as him forgetting, though. Oh no, he remembers. You're only this lucky because he loves you, okay? You'll never know any of the freedoms you might've had in the past, and you're pretty much stuck with being tied or trapped for the rest of your miserable life. The only thing that'll really change is just the quality of how he'll treat you, the comfort in which you'll be provided, and your setting. So have fun, dear reader, and good luck. You'll need it.

#yandere hetalia #yandere aph canada #yandere canada #yandere hws canada #canada x reader #aph canada x reader #hetalia x reader #yandere russia #yandere aph russia #yandere hws russia #russia x reader #aph russia x reader #hws canada x reader #hws russia 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

[worldheadcanons]

☆ stalker au: them calling you!

starring. . . gender neutral reader and america, england, france, + canada. warning for stalking (in general), minor descriptions of manipulation, and mentions of nsfw in every part except (loser) england’s.

author notes; silly weird idea of mine. i sort of want to make this into a full fledged au and include other characters and maybe develop a plot but i’m not sure.. let me know what you think and any thoughts or ideas you have! matthew’s part is the freakiest because i think the quiet ones are the weirdest.

alfred f. jones!

— he calls often because he just loves your voice. it’s alfred’s favorite thing to get off to after a long day. he likes the way he can, to an extent, hear you inhale and exhale on the other side of the phone. another thing jones enjoys about calling you is how easy it is. he could be calling from his own line at home or from a burner phone. he’s made sure that you won’t be able to tell the difference.

— alfred has a schedule. he’ll call you at least once a week and at most two or three times a week. occasionally you’ll ignore him which drives him to call you more. the phone will ring and ring and ring all day and night until you pick it up. he’s stubborn like that. you block one number, there’s at least seventy more calling you. in the end, you have no choice but to give in and pick up the phone.

— his calls are sly and almost flirtatious. they’re far too short though. jones loves the hint of curiosity in your voice the more he flatters you, cooing about you how special you are to him. then he says something creepy, something about how he wants to see you from a better angle than the one your window provides— suddenly you’re scared. you’re threatening to call the police. you ignore his next phone call and the one after that… eventually you come around though. you always come around. alfred likes that about you. 

— he enjoys calling you just to watch you talk on the phone with him. he’s on edge when it comes to taking in your every response, physical or verbal. your expressions are addicting, he swears. sometimes you’ll put the phone to your ear, talking into it as you do some sort of housework. laundry, perhaps. jones will keep conversation light during this time so that you don’t mess up your work. he’d hate to get in your way.

— he’s got a voice fit for radio. his voice is hot on the phone and he knows it. sometimes alfred feels like you’re more into these calls than he is.. unlikely. but not impossible. he likes to ask questions often about you, your family, and your hobbies. it doesn’t hurt to ask things, even if jones already knows the answers. it’s funny when you lie and he has the chance to correct you. he’s sure he knows you better than you know yourself.

— “you know i love you, right? the cops won’t stop me from loving you,” alfred pauses slightly from where he is in your backyard, smirking to himself in the dark, “you know that too, don’t you, y/n?”

arthur kirkland!

— his voice is pretty distinctive so he calls less often than others might. kirkland would honestly rather not deal with the consequences of what might happen if you recognize him. he works with you, after all. it would be all too easy for you to put the pieces together, given how smart you are. arthur loves your intelligence.. and hates it at the same time. 

— his schedule is sporadic and somewhat impulsive. most of the time he calls once every week although there are exceptions. when he’s feeling more desperate he’ll call once a day, recording it so he can listen to your voice over and over for comfort. when kirkland feels more paranoid he’ll drop all the way down to once a month. that was rare though.

— his calls are long by stalker standards. he doesn’t speak like a complete creep which keeps you on the line much longer. in fact, arthur presents himself as more of a secret admirer who’s too shy to face you. he loves the reassurance you give him, telling him that he seems like such a nice man and you’d love to give him a chance. you’re too sweet for your own good. he’ll slip every now and then, revealing personal details he knows about you but he’s quick enough to recover without you being too suspicious.

— kirkland doesn’t like to call and watch you, preferring to focus on one thing or the other. if he’s calling, he’s putting his full effort into the phone call. if he’s watching then he’s watching intently, taking note of your every move. alongside his call recordings, he has videos of you taken from outside your window or on a public bus ride. 

— he’ll often try to muddle his accent when he’s speaking to you. if you ever happen to notice his accent and compliment it though, arthur will quickly drop the act just to hear you giggle through the phone. his first question is always ‘how was your day’ as he wants to scope out the mood of the call. if you’re sad then he’s consoling, if you’re happy then kirkland is cheering you on, if you’re angry then maybe he’ll be angry too and agree with you. whatever makes you happiest. 

— “don’t let me keep you up, love. you’ve got a long day at the office tomorrow—“ arthur began, only to be interrupted by you asking how he knows you work in an office. “oh, you’ve mentioned your job many times before. you’re just too tired to think right now. rest well, sweetheart. goodnight.”

francis bonnefoy!

— calls a decent amount, enough for you to expect his calls but not enough for you to get bored. one thing francis will never let you get is bored. each call is slightly different from the last, making them special even if he’s openly flirting in all of them. he likes your voice a lot and doesn’t hesitate to coo into the phone about it.

— calls twice, maybe three times if you’re lucky, every week. bonnefoy just doesn’t want you to start thinking of his calls as harassment, even though they technically are. there’s no ignoring francis, as even though you’re sure you’ve heard him mention watching you go into work, you can’t seem to block him out for longer than a week. you hate the fact that you’ve grown accustomed to his voice and that you miss him even though you shouldn’t. 

— his calls are full of flirtation and it’s not at all one sided. sometimes you’ll pretend you’re not interested and then you’ll start jabbing at him, calling him a creep and worse names. it’s competitive almost, a battle of wits hidden under the guise of romance. he likes to let you think you’re winning. it’s cute. he can almost hear your smirk over the phone.

— he likes calling you from the comforts of his own home, twirling his phone cord around his finger as he trades flirts and insults alike with you. his insults are fine tuned and specific so they hurt a lot, but he’s quick to comfort you before you can realize anything. “oh, *mon coeur! why must we fight *mon amour?” he’ll complain into the phone, stretching out on his bed before continuing on, “you know it hurts me to hurt you.”

— his french accent is rich. it translates nicely enough over the phone, sending a tingle down your spine whenever he speaks in his mother tongue. he’ll talk to you about his love for the most part but he also asks about your current health and whether or not you’ve eaten. you’ve lied to him once or twice and each time ends the same— with a meal delivered to your front porch within minutes. 

— “you want to see me in handcuffs? you’re so cruel, y/n,” he puts on an upset tone of voice at first.. then he shifts to something more seductive. “you don’t need the police for that though.. just let me into your house, *mon ange.. and we can do whatever you like.”

matthew williams!

— matthew calls regularly, specifically in the early morning or in the evening when he knows you’re both free. he’s even worse than alfred when it comes to enjoying your voice in a sexual manner. you sound like an angel to him. he’s not above jerking himself off or humping a pillow while he’s on the phone with you. he can’t help himself. it’s unfortunate that you don’t know his name. he’d love to hear you say it, just once.

— he tries to contact you every other day but sometimes he skips because he finds himself busy with other things. he doesn’t get too upset at this. it’s not like calls are his only way of interacting with you. by the time he starts calling you like this, he’s already watched you sleep at least once or twice. not to mention the clothing he’s taken from you— don’t worry, new clothes will appear on the porch the next day. clothes that he hopes you’ll wear for him sometime soon..

— his calls are, at first, rather shy. he gets bolder as time goes on though, going as far as to mention the color of the delicates you’re wearing that day. he enjoys teasing you with the knowledge he has. he’ll sit there, watching from the bushes, and tell you openly how cute you look when you’re cooking or cleaning. whenever you threaten to call the police, he sighs into the phone. “you’re so mean to me, y/n, playing hard to get.” you hang up, he calls again and again and, well, you pick up. the cycle continues on.

— he doesn’t mind when you’re mean to him, calling him a creep or a freak. he’s into it, really. it won’t change anything for you to pick up on this and start praising him. he’s a simple man. your attention is what he craves. negative, positive, he honestly doesn’t care. it’s part of why he’s willing to admit every once in a while that he’s watched you sleep. things like that quickly grab your attention. he chuckles as he listens to you gasp and ask him to repeat himself. “what do you mean, you ‘saw me dream’ last night?”

— william’s voice is soft and gentle but husky still. it has a certain attractiveness to it, unfortunately. he enjoys having people deliver gifts to your porch and then asking you what you think of them. it’s so frequent, you can’t tell which packages are ones you’ve bought and which ones are ones he’s bought.

— he chuckles into the phone, “i take it you like the clothes i’ve bought you.” you ask him what he’s talking about. his response is simple. “i can see you wearing them right now.”

☆ TRANSLATIONS.

— *”mon coeur” means “my heart” — *”mon amour” translates to “my love” — *”mon ange” means “my angel”

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[hiver-vin]

hi there!! could I have hcs of america , canada, india and china with a tropical country! s/o?💕

||Nations with a tropical Country s/o||

a/n: India might be a little OOC since he doesn’t show up much in the anime. As always gn pronouns have been used and i decided to throw England in just for fun <3 sorry for the wait, I’ve been super busy and haven’t had much time to write anything at all

America:

- there’s nothing he loves more than spending a day at the beach with you

- he’s a bit of a tourist and having you as his partner just gives him all the more reason to come visit!

- takes pictures of everything despite seeing it all practically every other week

- he will 100% be there is you have some kind of festival or party going on

- he’s also going to try a bunch of different popular foods and snacks

Canada:

- Canadian winters can get pretty cold, so being able to retreat to somewhere warmer is always a plus

- he’s a bit of a homebody so he prefers to just stay at your place most of the time and it’ll take a bit of convincing for him to go sightseeing or something

- he’s always thanking you for letting him come stay with you ESPECIALLY during those long winter months

India:

- he loves a good time and will never say no when you ask him to visit

- he likes seeing something new every time he comes to visit

- he will often strike up a conversation with strangers weather that be locals or other tourists

- he’s always a bit fast paced when he comes to visit- his schedule is just filled with sights to see and other things to do so there isn’t much time to just relax with him he wants to experience everything

China:

- once and awhile he likes to slip away and just relax

- unlike the others, he’s not much for sight seeing or anything like that, he much rather just spend the day lounging around at the beach or taking a walk in nature away from the busy cities/tourist attractions

- he will however pester you to give him recipes, he doesn’t just want to try local foods he wants to try and cook them for himself (mainly to try and impress you) and he’d love it if you helped him/cooked with him

England:

- He’s particularly interested in the history of your place

- he loves to sight see, especially historical monuments and museums and things like that

- definitely asks a lot of questions about literally everything

- he loves to learn new things weather it be bits of the language or the intricacies of the culture just things like that

- he is incredibly grateful for your hospitality and will thank you everytime he sees you for letting him come and stay

#hetalia x reader #hetalia headcanons #hetalia #hetalia fandom #america x reader #Canada x reader #India x reader #China x reader #england x reader

[sug4r-sp1c3]

Hey!! i saw your countryhumans post and it was rlly cool!!!

can you do russia,canada,france and germany with a tall s/o??

(your blog is so cool!!!)

EAHJJD THANKS U SO MUCH ANON❤❤❤❤❤

Russia, canada, France, and germany with a Tall S/O

Russia

probably u are the same height of this mf lmao

congrats cuddling is more easy in some aspects , like surprise hugs/kisses/etc,

the part of the nicknames is

hard

the ""normal"" nicknames like bean, shorty, short stuff or things like that

literally-

go

and he stays with nicknames like, "Darling", "sweetie", "sugar cube", etc.

they can wear each other's clothes without problems

"sweetie is that my sweater?"

"i thought it was mine!"

"meh"

the problem comes if you would like your clothes to be loose,

hehe yes… discard that from your wish list

when you go anywhere you probably both have to bend over

like

c'mon

It's obvious but I wanted to say it

Germany

"WHY YOU CAN´T HAVE MEIN UR BAAACK"

"MF BEING TALL ISN'T THE SAME OF BEINGA SUPER MUSCULAR HUMAN"(idk i'm not tall)

this man LOVES you

he let you be the big spoon

he loves showing you off

"have you seen my partner? they are so tall just like russia, cry bitch"

but if you want it to stop just say so and it will stop, (like for 2 months and then it will, but only every like 2 weeks)

"germany stop-"

"okay!"

be prepared for lots of questions of "can you pass me that?", "can you hang that?" but that only happens when

A.- didn't find the ladder

B.- he gave up after a long time

C.-I don't know, maybe he can reach it but he just wants to try to talk to you

nicknames like "bean", shorty, etc are still there

"hey shorty can you pass me the salt?"

"ok but you know that i'm…y'know, t a l l?"

"ok, ok, but pass me the fucking salt-"

sometimes he has made jokes about him wishing he were so tall

lol

wait

I said they were jokes?

why the fuck aren't they

Canada

I feel that his type of person is the short ppl

but when he realized that he fell in love with you he said "FUCK I LOVE TALL PEOPLE"

he loves to steal your clothes

regardless of color

"bro, why do u have a (insert fav color, except red and white) shirt? i thought you hated that color-"

"who cares? it smells like my beloved and awesome partner and!-"

"now i understand why i love being single"

"sshshhsshsssushhhh"

i don't have to much ideas rn sorry 😭✋

France

protective asf

"I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE TALLER THAN ME IF SOMEONE WANTS TO HURT U, I'LL HURT THEM-"

I feel like this bitch would want to grab your waist but he ends up grabbing your ass

"darlin'..."

"yes mon amour?"

"that isn't my waist-"

"oh.... O H "

I feel like I would be proud enough to tell you "pass me that please!"

"I don't needed help…"

"honey you almost broke your leg a, THE DAMN LEG"

"OH, SHUT UP AND KISS ME"

"MAYBE I WILL"

"OH WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR MON AMOUR"

tall ppl >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>idk

"Y'ALL ARE JUST JEALOUS OF ME-"

"NOBODY SAY A SHIT FRANCE"

"I SAID J E A L O U S "

#Canada x reader #France x reader #countryhumans x reader #russia x reader #canada x reader #germany x reader

[fireandspiceland]

Illusion of choice

Written for a fic exchange that @alifeasvivid asked me to do almost one year ago. Looking back it’s really cool to see how last year I was basically fangirling over his writing and squealing when he asked me to write him something and now I’m shamelessly bothering him with art I see and thoughts I have all the time lol.

Anyway. This is for you, I hope you like it and sorry again that it took so long 😘 (I wanted to make sure it’s good)

Rating: E, no archive warnings but like sex is happening and it’s graphic.

Characters: Canada/Reader/America

Summary: You’re being chatted up by the two hottest guys in the entire club. They suggest a little game to decide just how lucky the night will end for you.

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A bashful giggle leaves your lips before taking a sip from the drink in your hand. You lost count of how often your glass has been filled up again a while ago, but it must have been quite a few times if the way your skin tingles and how hot your cheeks burn are anything to judge from. The sweltering atmosphere of the club you find yourself in doesn't help either, but there‘s another cause of the heat inside you, one that not even the iced drinks seem to help with.

Or rather, two causes.

“Thanks.” You try to think of the right name while swirling your drink, sending the ice cubes on merry little rounds in the glass. “...Matthew?” The name sounds more like a question directed at the guy who had just sat down by your side again after getting you and the other reason for your agitation another round from the bar.

“Still having a hard time telling us apart, huh sweetheart?”

Continue on AO3

#aph america #aph canada #hws canada #hws america #hetalia x reader #hetalia x you #canada x reader #america x reader #a liiitttle but of #Amecan #caname #hetalia #riva.fanfic

[dearestones]

Yandere! Canada with a Reader Who Acts Like America Headcanons

Warnings: Yandere behavior, slight manipulation. 

Anonymous Request: Can i req yandere canada with darling that behave just like america? How he handle them and add a little dark or angst please

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Canada immediately finds himself groaning in mock disgust when he first meets you. Ugh, he has a twin that he already has to deal with and now you? That’s quite a coincidence. 

If you’re just as exuberant and as cheerful as America, Canada will find himself instantly brightening at your presence. There’s just something addictive to your presence; it’s almost like a shot of serotonin bursting inside of his veins. At least with you, he doesn’t have to deal with political fallout if he ever gets on your bad side.

And that’s another thing about America and yourself if you share many traits with him. America gets nasty and aggressive if someone wrongs him. There have been incidents in the past where America absolutely loses it and it’s because he knows that there will be terrible, irrevocable consequences to follow that he holds back. 

With that in mind, Canada is cautious when he learns that his fondness that he first mistakes as familial heads into a territory that would make any sensible person bristle in shame. It starts out small, something that can be brushed aside. When Canada is fond of you, he’ll treat you sort of like his brother, another member of his dysfunctional family. He’ll play pranks on you, take you out hiking, and schedule movie nights. It’s nice to bump shoulders with you, to mock punch you whenever the both of you get rowdy. 

And yet—

Like flowers in spring, something else begins to bloom. Canada realizes that he doesn’t want to be seen as a brother. In fact, he doesn’t want to see you as another America. 

Canada looks at you one day, perhaps while you’re helping him make pancakes in the middle of his harsh winters, and he sees you as something more than just a playmate or a close friend. He questions why he thinks that until he starts to realize just how much he likes having you around. Your voice, your warmth, your scent. Your personality is reminiscent of America’s, yet he finds that what makes you all the more fascinating is your differences. 

Your smile is not blinding like a raging sun; in fact, he says it’s like gentle candlelight bathed in the evening darkness. Your laughter does not grate at his ears and you don’t go around playfully threatening his life with shows of “non-aggression”. 

You’re a lot more gentle.

And a lot more compliant if Canada were to try anything.

But Canada wouldn’t do anything to you! No, why would he? After all, you trust him and of the twins he’s far more trustworthy than his southern brother. So why don’t you come into his house for a nice cup of coffee? There’s even a game of hockey that'll be sure to entice you!

(He means this genuinely, by the way. He just wants to spend more time with you).

Don’t worry if you decline his invitations, he’s very patient compared to other Nations. As a person, he tends to be overlooked in the first place, so it’s not like he’s unused to rejection. Despite that, he can’t deny that if you ever say no to him, he will be consumed by melancholy and the tight feeling of envy drowning in his chest.  Ideally, Canada would rather you come to him without any sort of underhanded tricks, but if you continue to push your luck…

Ah, but Canada would rather not think about that. America always has time for him at the end of the day so the same must be said for you. Right?

Right?

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DISCLAIMER: I do not condone yandere behavior outside of fictional settings. Please don’t mistake the actions of fictional characters displayed in works of fiction to be considered harmless in real life.

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HETALIA AXIS POWERS/WORLD SERIES MASTERLIST

#hetalia #hetalia axis powers #hetalia world series #hetalia canada #aph canada #hws canada #aph #hws #dearestones #devintrinidad #yandere #yandere behavior #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #x reader #gender neutral reader #hetalia x reader #canada x reader #yandere canada

[erina-writes-headcanons]

Hetalia: Allies Forces Masterlist

Hello Everyone, This is the Masterlist of my planned post and the link to the post of the scenarios. You also can see some of the symbols below. Also, starting now. I also accept headcanons and scenarios for 2p Hetalia other than just 1p Hetalia.

🌹: Smut

🥀: Angst

🍭: Fluff

😂: Comedy

🧐: Random

🧸: Domestic

😐: Non-Specified

🗡️: Gore/Yandere

❤️: Romantic

➽───────────────❥➽───────────────❥

America

S/O with a Chubby Cheeks🍭

S/O Tells them "You're lucky you are cute" 🍭❤️

Taking care of their sick S/O (Part One)🍭

Reuniting Their S/O for a Long Time🥀🍭

Celebrating Their S/O Birthday (Part Two) 🧐🍭

With a Scenekid S/O 🧐

S/O Dying in their arms🥀🗡️

England

S/O with a Chubby Cheeks🍭❤️

S/O Tells them "You're lucky you are cute" 🍭❤️

Taking care of their sick S/O (Part One)🍭

Celebrating Their S/O Birthday (Part Two) 🧐🍭

When S/O Have a Nightmare🥀🍭

Crushing Headcannons❤️🍭🧸

Canada

Having a Thief S/O🧐❤️😐

S/O with a Chubby Cheeks🍭❤️

Taking Care of their sick S/O (Part 2) 🍭

Their S/O Can do a Parkour 🧐🍭😐

Celebrating Their S/O Birthday (Part Three) ❤️🍭

S/O Angry because weren't Invited by their Sibling/Friend To Their Event🥀🍭❤️

Having Cocky S/O 😂❤️🧐

France

S/O with a Chubby Cheeks🍭❤️

S/O Tells them "You're lucky you are cute" 🍭❤️

Taking care of their sick S/O (Part One)🍭

Celebrating Their S/O Birthday (Part Two) 🧐🍭

S/O Dying in their arms🥀🗡️

Having Cocky S/O😂❤️🧐

China

Taking Care of their sick S/O (Part 2) 🍭

S/O having difficulty celebrating their Birthday🥀🍭

S/O Tells them "You're lucky you are cute" 🍭❤️

Celebrating Their S/O Birthday (Part Three) ❤️🍭

Having an Artistic S/O ❤️🍭🧸

Having S/O Who Are Serious Most Of The Time and Gets Shy When Receiving Affection❤️🍭😂

Russia

Having a Lovely and Affectionate S/O❤️🍭

Taking Care of their sick S/O (Part 2) 🍭

S/O Tells them "You're lucky you are cute" 🍭❤️

S/O having difficulty celebrating their Birthday🥀🍭

Celebrating Their S/O Birthday (Part Three) ❤️🍭

Trying To Be Romantic To Make Their S/O Notice❤️🍭🧸

#hetalia #aph hetalia #1p hetalia headcanons #hetalia headcanons #hetalia imagines #hetalia scenarios #hetalia axis powers #hetalia x reader #hetalia fluff #hetalia x gender neutral reader #1p america #1p england #1p canada #1p france #1p russia #1p china #america x reader #england x reader #canada x reader #china x reader #russia x reader #aph america #aph england #aph canada #aph france #aph russia #aph china #alfred f. jones #arthur kirkland #matthew williams

[soddinghelp-blog]

Brands of War Crimes

1915

"It's the war to end all wars. Nothing like this has been seen before or since and it's not just people who will die"

You're a volunteer nurse near the front lines with a strange patient in your care who has an even stranger brother.

When a letter turns up from an old friend, you have to make a choice to make.

Canda x reader

... 

Chapter one 

The boy in the bed lay so still that anyone would like he was dead. However, you knew he wasn’t dead. He was only one who was still alive. You strode through the church-turned- emergency -hospital, towards his bed where he was tucked away in one of the lesser used cloisters. On the table next to his bed were various glass bottles of medication. The boy wore a heavy linin bandage over his eyes. It was the same colour as the shirt he wore. You reached out to wake your patient, but Mathew always seemed to be awake before you got there. Without asking he opened his mouth for you. He always seemed to know what you wanted without ever asking.

You peered into his mouth and visibly cringed, it took all of your effort to not recoil and cringe away at the sight of the white hardened blisters that lined his cheeks, tongue, roof of his mouth and how the disappeared down the back of his throat and most likely into his lungs. You had treated other soldiers in this ward with the same painful blistering, all of which had perished. Luckily you had ripped off his gas-soaked heavy brown woolen uniform when he arrived at the hospital before blisters could appear on the rest of his body. Unfortunately holding the garments caused white blisters to bloom all over your palms, which you had gotten bandaged up.

“I don’t know how you haven’t died yet” You muttered.

“I wish I could die” he murmured very softly.

You must have misheard him.

“Can I feel your face?” he asked very softly. You stumbled for half a heartbeat before saying

“I need to change your bandage” You noted in that moment how long his dirty blonde hair had gotten in the past few weeks he had been here.  

You reached out your hands, touching the fabric that was soaked in sodium hypochlorite the same stuff your own bandages were soaked in.

His cold fingers brushed against your wrists. “Please?” this time you paused for more than half a heartbeat before wordlessly guided his hands up to your face. Allowing him to brush his fingertips over your cheekbones, then your lips. You struggled to keep breathing even as you closed your eyes so he could run his thumbs lightly over your eyelids, before reaching higher to touch your hairline. He moved a hand down to cup your cheek-

“Hi, I’m looking for-OH MY GOD MATHEW”

You jumped up and spun around. You instinctively hid your patient behind you as you saw a boy in a foreign uniform you had never seen before approach, heavy combat boots echoing in the stone hall. “Oh my god! His eyes! MATHEW ARE YOU OK?! WHAT HAPPENED?!” you winced at his incessant yelling.

“it was a gas attack-“you tried to explain.

“A WHAT?!” You swallowed thickly, wondering if a rogue solider delirious with shellshock and somehow managed to wonder in, uninvited. You licked your lips nervously.

“Sir... you-you need to calm down or leave-“You started.

“It’s ok (Y/N) this is my brother. Alfred Jones” Mathew said gently.

You peered suspiciously up at the boy and did see a resemblance in the ash blonde hair and facial structure. You wondered if Mathew’s eyes were also sky blue.

“Alfred, this is my nurse (Y/N) (L/N). She’s been such an angle to me”

You felt your cheeks flush, turning away quickly so Alfred wouldn’t see it. “What gas attack.” Alfred asked again in a much calmer tone. “The one last month… the Germans... we think it was chlorine- “

“GERMANY DID THIS?!”

“Alfred please” Mathew said feebly. “(Y/N), please may I speak to my brother alone?”

You glanced uncertainly at your patient. “Are you sure you should be talking so much? Your mouth blisters- “

“MOUTH BLSITERS?!”

“If you shriek one more time, I will throw you out” you snapped japing a finger into his chest. You saw his lips twitch into a small smirk before he raised his hands in mock surrender. You rolled your eyes before sweeping out of the cloister, closing the door behind you. Yet you couldn’t help but press your ear against it.

“I don’t want to do this anymore, America.” You heard Mathew say sounding older and more tired than ever. “All of these politics... all this horrendous death and destruction in the name of power….. I’m done with it… I want to be normal. I want to settle down with a nice girl like (Y/N), live on a farm. Have my own sons and daughters”

There was a brief moment of silence before Alfred’s harsh laughter echoed through the arched cloister roofs

“What? You’ve never wanted that?” Mathew demanded defensively.

“More than anything, Canada. But you know we can’t. We aren’t mortal. I’m not even sure if we can have children. Though I’d love to pull up (Y/N)’s skirt and-”. You stopped listening when you noticed a letter on the floor, no address, no stamps, just your name written on the front. You hesitantly picked it up, breaking the plain seal and your eyes widened as you read the content.

That’s when you heard a loud crack and the shattering of glass from inside the ward.

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If there is demand, I can turn this into a fully-fledged story.

#hetalia #history #hetalia axis powers #x reader #canada x reader #america x reader #hetalia x reader #historical hetalia

[brianlesshetaliawritings]

Hey, I saw you wanted some requests. So, can I have how the Allies act when they have a crush? ✨Thank you✨

Allies when they have a crush

note: sorry it took so long. it was england's fault, i hate british people (joke ofc). oh also probably mischaracterized a lot. (sorry again)

England

He's trying to be subtle, but he really isn't.

Tries to wait it out until it goes away. It wasn't a success

Would eventually try and show how cool he is, did you know he met Henry the VIII?

You get to munch on his speciality too! Burnt crumpets with some british tea. Please tell him it's good.

Doesn't mean he'll suck up to you though! You’re not special, or anything.. (Yes u very much are)

He’s trying to be impressive and cool without making it obvious.

Not really showboating though. He just wants to prove he can be a reader’s man, not Superman.

America

Y’know how I said England won’t showboat? Yeah well, this guy will.

He’d try and show you how strong he is by inviting you to hang out with him while he works out. (He doesn’t even work out usually, he just wants to look badass)

Would take you out often, not like a date of course. Just lunch, Y’know?

Also trying to be a reader’s man. He’ll hold the door open or pull your chair out for you.

Gets you very nice gifts that he knows you’ll love, he tries to remember your likes.

He will attempt to sneak his hand into yours when you two walk together

Always offers (and ends up) helping you when he thinks you need it

France

He twirls his hair and kicks his feet while talking to you on the phone.

Would love to cook you something good to eat, he tries extra hard to make sure you enjoy the dish he makes. (He’ll be glancing at you to see your reaction when eating it)

Takes you to the different beauties throughout his country

This might be off topic, but I feel like he adores people with strong admirable qualities.

He would like to take you shopping with him. You don’t have to though, but he will still try and dress you up. He just finds it fun.

Very affectionate with you, he keeps an arm around you when walking or sitting together.

He won’t flirt with anyone anymore now that you’re his main romantic focus.

China

The fact he even has a crush is kinda wild, but here he is. Anyways, I feel like he’d be good at hiding it for awhile (until he chooses not to anymore).

Once he’s stopped hiding it as much he’ll start giving you nice gifts. (Necklaces, snacks you like, things that reminded him of you.)

He’ll take you to gardens and temples so you can enjoy his culture, he just likes them and hopes you do too.

Plays the role of your (ancient) best friend who gives amazing advice and comforts you when your in pain.

He would listen to anything you say, and if it seems like he isn’t paying attention, he really is.

Might be a bit off topic, but he definitely gives you the most gifts on your birthday. Expect 20 of those bitches when you wake up.

Not much else to comment on, he does his role in your life well.

Russia

It’s pretty easy to tell he likes you for the most part, but you’d somehow never be able to tell he’s interested in you, though others might. (the baltics and his sisters)

The type to put on a scary movie if you’re scared of them, so you can hold onto him when startled.

He likes to go on walks with you, no specific area, it can be the park or in the middle of nowhere. He doesn’t really care where.

Very much a big fan of being affectionate with you. He likes to hug you a lot, sometimes the hugs feel like he’s strangling the life out of you, and sometimes they’re gentle and sweet.

Also holds your hand often, but he ain’t even sneaky about it. Just does it to be sure you’re there, he’s always a bit worried you’re gonna abandon him.

He’s also pretty protective of you and wouldn’t let a single thing harm you physically or emotionally.

Gets along with your parents very well, he’s a sweet gentleman to you.

Canada

Everyone knows. Everybody. Knows. His crush is no secret, but that doesn’t make it any less adorable.

He loves you because you remember him every time, and he appreciates that more than you can fathom.

Trying to be the bestest bud you can have, would love to have lazy Sundays with you where all you do is pancakes and movies.

He likes to check up on you often to see how you’re doing, would do anything to make you happy if you’re sad.

The type of guy who’ll invite you camping or hiking. He enjoys the outdoors and would appreciate if you enjoyed them with him.

He gets you loads of stuffed animals, he’d probably spend forever at a claw machine trying to win you a prize.

Kumajirou likes you, and you two get along well. When Canada mentions his crush on you to him, he’ll encourage him to confess.

#hetalia x reader #england x reader #aph england x reader #america x reader #aph america x reader #france x reader #aph france x reader #china x reader #aph china x reader #russia x reader #aph russia x reader #canada x reader #aph canada x reader #aph england #aph america #aph france #aph china #aph russia #aph canada

[repulsiveliquidation]

Wake Up Call || Jessie Fleming

warnings : this is pure smut. somnophilia (consensual fucking while asleep), strap-on, anal fingering, pussy-eating. enjoy.

summary : jessie comes home to you having some vivid dreams. a good girlfriend always helps their girl in need.

Jessie walked into your shared apartment at 5 am, having flown into London at the last minute to surprise you. She crept in and greeted Milo your dog, giving him lots of pets to try and keep him from barking in excitement and waking you. She dumps her bags at the door and leaves her shoes at the door which she knows she’ll get reprimanded for in the morning but that’s something for her to deal with later.

The door is a little ajar and the bathroom shines a sliver of light into your bedroom. The fan is on high and the AC hums just a touch.

She looks towards the bed and smiles. There she was, the person whom she was sure her bones missed. You looked so peaceful, nose and cheeks lit by the light from the bathroom. They were tinted a little red from the cold room and Jessie turned it down a little. The sun was coming up just a touch in the distance and she knew that you would be up for work soon.

There was a book on the bed face down and she noticed her pillows cradling your head instead of your own. You had her ratty UCLA shirt on, hair tousled from sleep. Your mouth was slightly open and your breath steady. Nothing made her heart swell more than seeing you sleep so peacefully.

She tried to make as little noise as possible getting herself ready for bed, brushing her teeth, and throwing one of your sweats and t-shirts on before standing at the foot of the bed with a little smirk on her face.

She stared at you, watching your body. You had been making noises while she took the fastest shower in the history of man, whines, and whimpers coming from your lips that weren’t exactly soft.

Your hips ground into the soft mattress.

Your hands gripped the silk sheets tight.

Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

Your lips moaned only one name.

Jessie.

You were having a wet dream.

About your girlfriend.

A good girlfriend took care of her girl’s needs, didn’t they?

Jessie was no longer dog-tired. No, that warm shower made her sleepy but the sultry sound of your voice moaning her name was one that she admits she missed. The phone sex was great but the mics never picked up on the soprano and alto tones of your voice that drove her crazy.

Jessie stood in front of her bedside drawer with her hand on the knob for a solid 30 seconds, debating if she should do what she impulsively wanted to do. You’ve said yes to what she was about to do but she didn’t want to disrupt your sleep.

“Fuck it,” Jessie mumbles to herself, opening the drawer a little too aggressively to pull out her strap. She also notices the lube running low and smirks to herself, putting a reminder in her head to ask you about it later.

She settled the harness comfortably over her hips and threw her shirt off, crawling onto the bed. Jessie smirked and listened to your moans.

“Please Jessie,” you begged, shifting to the middle of the bed with your leg pushed up. Perfect.

“I know darling, just a minute sweetheart,” Jessie cooed, pushing your shirt up and kissing down your back softly. She bit her lip and got a little shy at the sight of a wet patch on your grey underwear, hooking her fingers on the thick band and pulling it off. Your hips lifted for her and for a second she thought you were awake but you only whined a little more and your eyes were still shut.

Her thick fingers dragged themselves through your slick folds and she smiled to herself, lathering what she gathered all over her cock. She sat on your leg and used her hand to keep your leg wide open for her. Her cock was thick and long, one that you took with ease and it never failed to make Jessie wetter than she had ever been in her life when you bottomed out on it.

“Easy baby, there you go angel,” Jessie muttered to herself more than you, guiding her cock right into your aching pussy. It swallowed her up and fluttered a little when she bottomed out, Jessie swore she saw you smirk a little in your sleep now that you were filled. She gave you a couple of seconds to adjust before taking matters into her own hands, hovering over you to thrust gently.  She knew you liked being asleep for as long as she could keep you that way, wanting nothing more than to wake up with sticky underwear and soreness that you could’ve sworn you didn’t go to bed with.

“Jessie,” you moaned, hips rolling back into her as she thrust slow but deep. Jessie tried her best to keep her composure but the way your ass looked and the little whine in your voice almost begging for her broke her focus.

She grabbed your hips and thrust in deep. She moaned as she fucked you, rousing you from your sleep. You were a deep sleeper, nothing could wake you in the mornings sometimes Jessie often resorted to a spray bottle with water she labeled with your name.

“You like that baby?” Jessie asked your sleepy form. She leaned over and pressed her lips to your ears, her Canadian accent slipping through as her hips picked up speed.

“What, is that what you pussy needed darling? Needed me to fuck your needy pussy, is that it?”

Your eyes shoot open and you struggle a little before realizing it’s Jessie, balls deep inside you fucking you awake.

“Jessie!”

“Been saying that a lot tonight, doll,” Jessie teased, kneeling behind you and gripping your hips to grind into you gently.

“When did you get back?” you ask, arching your down onto the mattress. Jessie audibly groans, thrusting a little faster.

“An hour ago,” Jessie answered, fingers digging into the meat of your hips. There were white streaks where she held you too tight and it sent a rush of blood that left a sultry tingle in your thighs. Jessie pushes you down fully, legs extending between her legs in a prone position. She pulls out and scoots down, spreading your ass and exposing your pussy. The sun is brighter now, light shining perfectly to cast an orange glow on your core. Jessie digs in, sloppily eating you out to her heart’s content. Her hands knead the flesh of your ass as she moans in pleasure, heart happy to have your taste on her tongue again.

“Fuck I missed you babygirl,” Jessie mumbles as she kisses up your back. You felt her cock poke at your entrance again and like a seamless machine your hips pressed up into her just as hers fucked into you. You both sighed deeply and you turned to look at Jessie, nodding for her to let loose.

“Use me, Jess,” you begged in your best slutty voice, “fuck me like you mean it.”

“Yes ma’am,” Jessie smirks, sitting on your thighs and fucking your pussy hard. She gives you no room to breathe, hips pounding deep into your cunt. Jessie gathers your hair into a ponytail and pulls you up by it, spanking your ass as she ruts deeper into you.  

“Use you like this, sweetheart?” she teases, letting go of your ponytail and pulling out again. She steps off the bed and pulls you to the edge, folding you onto your knees and pushing her cock into you swiftly.

“Yuh–yes!” you scream, feeling her cock thrust right into your sweet spot. She relishes in your vulnerability, angling her hips right into your bundle of nerves.

“Such a good girl, doll. Taking my cock so well,” Jessie praises, thrusting roughly into your pussy. She pulls out just a little and spits directly onto your asshole, two thick fingers pushing themselves into it.

“Fuck!” you moan, gripping the sheets tight. Jessie plants a foot on the bed and fucks her cock into you hard, fingers alternating with her hips. She spits into your winking asshole just a little more before pushing her fingers in, moaning as you take it so effortlessly.

“Just one question, my perfect girl,” Jessie begins, thrusting slow but deep into you. Her fingers in your ass scissored you open, a third finger forcing its way in as another blob of spit joins it.

“Fucked yourself on my cock plenty while I was gone?”

You look back at Jessie, the sun casting a glow around her toned body as your orgasm tugged at your navel. Jessie’s hips never once slowed down, her soccer stamina proving to be useful in scenarios like this one.

“Did you?” she asked, fucking into you hard and fast now that she knew you were getting close. She spanked your ass just as you screamed out your answer, cumming all over her cock and rhythmically clenching on her fingers.

“Fuck Jessie,” you breathe out as she pulls out and takes the harness off. Just as she’s about to pick you up and take you into the bathroom, your alarm goes off. She turns it off and smiles, pulling you into her arms.

“I think a day off is in order, princess.”

“Only if you give me the biggest kiss ever.” 

#jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #portland thorns #canada wnt #woso imagines #woso community #woso one shot #woso smut #woso fanfics #woso x reader

[worldheadcanons]

hi! could u do romantic + platonic hcs of india, australia, america & canada with a tropical country! reader? 💞

☆ them with a s/o who’s a tropical country!

starring. . . gender neutral, tropical country!reader and india, australia, america, + canada. 

author notes; matthew’s part might be a bit shorter compared to the rest, sorry! here are some songs that i found myself listening to a lot while writing this!

— dogtooth by tyler the creator, the theme from big wave by kaiyo (a little niche but it’s a banger), alcohol free by twice (shows in alfred’s bit oops!), i want you by savage garden, leão de bronze by quinteto ternura, and premier gaou by magic system.

not really a playlist for this piece but songs that i recommend you all listen to! 

> kabir!

— he goes into tourist traps willingly. he wholeheartedly goes into little shops just to get scammed by buying overpriced silly trinkets. kabir just likes having them. you didn’t know this about him at first though, so it worried you in the beginning when he’d come to your country and waste money in various tourist traps. one day you pulled him aside, telling him bluntly that he was throwing money away on useless items. kabir simply laughed, shaking his head. “i know,” he replied, chuckling a bit, “it’s fun though. and i like the cute toys.” ever since then you’ve just let him do as he pleases. occasionally you’ll scoff or roll your eyes as he insists on going into a trap shop. at this, he simply teases that he’s just “supporting your economy” and that you should be happy he’s spending so much money. 

— even as friends, he dotes on you a lot. it’s not very parental, more like a sarcastic older brother type of caring. is your economy okay? need help with resources? kabir will complain about how you’re less mature than he is while working hard to help you fix whatever issues you’re facing. he also makes sure to check on you, the person. you’re more than your country and sometimes you need a reminder of that fact. if you’re ever trying to get out of a work meeting, just give him a call. he’s got the perfect excuses ready for you to use. its just his way of showing his care and appreciation. 

— kabir really enjoys sharing food with you, like seriously. oftentimes for lunch after meetings you’ll bring a bag full of your favorite foods and he’ll do the same. the two of you will switch bags and try out new things. of course, there’s always lunches where someone doesn’t like something. everyone has different tastes. it’s not the end of the world though. eating and talking together has allowed the two of you to get even closer, so the tradition doesn’t end even once you’re in a relationship with kabir. he’ll even get jealous if you offer food to other countries, especially countries like china or england. 

— he has one of the best beach bodies known to man. okay, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration, but he is extremely attractive. it’s hard not to feel giddy as he comes out of the changing rooms shirtless with some swim trunks and flip flops. being a long-standing country, kabir has been around for a while and it shows in certain ways. still, he’s hot. he doesn’t hesitate in teasing you for looking at his body. it’s okay, because you can tease him for the same thing! he’s not the type to stare  but trust and believe he’s enjoying the sight of your body the same way you’re enjoying his. 

— he pays attention to the little things, especially when you start talking about your country and your history. you’ll be strolling with kabir, musing about how the coastal city you’re walking in used to be a major trading port maybe two or three centuries ago, and he’s just listening. he may not speak much but he nods his head in acknowledgement. in his eyes, understanding a person's history is vital to understanding the person themselves. that’s not the only thing he pays attention to though. he notices other things like body language too. he notices when another country has said something insensitive to you and he won’t hesitate to step in and stand up for you. kabir also notices when you’re eyeing something in a window of a shop— you can consider it yours, by the way.

— he loves holding your hands and hugging on you. kabir loves to pamper you in public but behind closed doors he’s a complete drama king. he’s not above whining or pouting when he’s mildly upset. if you’re cooking then he’s there, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck while muttering sweet nothings. if you’re reading then he’s in your lap, quietly asking if you’ll read aloud so he can listen. he’s considerably clingy but he’s also considerably charming and cute so he gets a pass.  

> brett kirkland!

— for your first visit to his country he takes you out on a huge aquarium date. the aquarium you go to is of course the sea life sydney aquarium. brett talks a lot during the date, passionately informing you about the marine animals there. when you reach the shark exhibit he decides to take hold of your hand, even if you’re not scared. he sizes up the sharks before turning to you and joking about how he could take them in a fight. or at least, you think he’s joking. you hope kirkland’s joking.. he’s happy to have you in australia, but he’s really happy to be showing you the sea life. it’s something that he figured the both of you could enjoy. your country’s surrounded by water.. his country’s surrounded by water.. it just makes sense. at the end of the date he’ll buy you both souvenirs from the gift shop. for the next date, brett’s thinking whale watching would be fun. 

— when he’s visiting your country, he loves to match outfits with you. he’s used to hotter temperatures so his closet matches your weather for the most part. cheesy matching couple shirts are definitely a thing with him, though if you say no he won’t continue to push it. even if you two have completely different fashion styles, kirkland’ll try to make his outfit coordinate somewhat with yours. it’s just something he finds to be cute.

— brett is the type of boyfriend to call you at one am talking at the speed of light about some sort of incident he’s gotten himself into. he loves calling you when the two of you are apart. hopefully you’re fine with hearing him ramble on the phone about nothing and everything at the same time. he’s also the type of boyfriend to sneak out of work with you, slyly leaving a meeting in london so the two of you can explore around and enjoy each other's company. kirkland takes full responsibility whenever you’re caught in the act, though his mischievous glances at you are a clear sign that you’ll be sneaking out again like rowdy teenagers sometime soon. he’s the type of boyfriend to think of you as the best thing to ever happen to him. he’ll kiss your hand and pretend to be a gentleman, smiling as you laugh at his behavior. 

— he claims that you’re his good luck charm but brett’s just a lucky man in general. occasionally his luck will rub off on you and you’ll call him to talk about it. he likes to say that his love for you is just so strong that even when you’re apart he’s there making things better for you. it’s cheesy but when you walk along your capital city one day and find a large amount of money just barely hiding in the crack of a sidewalk, you really do start to believe it. it’s not logical in the slightest but hey, it’s sweet.

— he is naturally touchy. kirkland has one hand on you at almost all times. especially when it’s the two of you out on a date. what can he say? you’re a catch! he’s sure that if he didn’t hold onto you, someone else would try to steal you away from him. though he’s not easily jealous, he doesn’t enjoy the thought of someone trying to flirt with you. typically he just holds you by the waist. if you’re ever uncomfortable just talk to him about it— brett never wants you to suffer in silence, so trust me when i say he appreciates it when you speak up. he believes firmly in talking about your issues and working through them together. the two of you can find a nice compromise that works for both of you.

— kirkland loves playing on the beach with you! please, please take him out to one of your beaches so he can play volleyball or go surfing or build sandcastles. he’s a pretty outgoing person too, so it’s easy for him to find friends at the beach. if you want to just sit out in the sand and relax, that’s fine with him! he’s not one to sit still for too long but he’ll try to come check on you in between playing on the beach. 

> alfred f. jones!

— he loves going to the beach with you and walking along the beautiful sandy shores that your country is filled with. jones absolutely adores the feeling of the sea breeze hitting his face and running through his hair as he plays beach volleyball or builds sandcastles. the waves are perfect for surfing, an activity he’ll undoubtedly try and partake in. alfred’s no stranger to beaches of course. he has plenty of his own back home. however your beaches are so pretty with such clear water and gorgeous sand almost 100% clear of trash. he’s almost jealous about how well taken care of your beaches are. your citizens seem to care about keeping beaches healthy just as much as you do.

— he gets a ton of tiktoks about food from your country, specifically the fruits. every so often he’ll try to play expert and will grab fruit and eat it raw right off the plant. jones isn’t dumb enough to eat something poisonous, but it’s still a little embarrassing. especially considering no natives of your country actually eat fruit right off the plant. he enjoys eating all sorts of cooked meals that are favorites in your country. he’s not afraid to try new things so if you recommend him something a food, he’ll definitely check it out.

— alfred falls for nearly every single tourist trap he happens to see. though he’s your friend, he’s still technically a tourist to your country. it’s something you failed to notice at first until one day while visiting he left you and came back with an armful of little souvenirs. they were useless and you told him that but he didn’t seem phased. jones told you that he’d treasure them until the day he died. basically, he’d treasure them forever. it was cute so you let it slide that day, but from then on you made a note to keep him away from tourist traps. he’d probably go broke if you didn’t keep an eye on him. the souvenirs alfred did manage to sneak off and buy were used to decorate the personal homes he had around america. they were accompanied by keepsakes from japan, denmark, and a few other places.

— inviting you over to america is a whole different can of worms. really, jones is not sure which state he should show you first— maybe hawaii or cali because they’re somewhat similar to your country.. maybe new york or maybe even florida.. actually no, not florida. never florida. maybe arizona or new mexico (you’ve seen breaking bad, right?) or alaska so that you experience the snow. the decision process isn’t made easier when you comment on going to new york and arizona in the same day. alfred has to explain to you that his country is huge and going to all the states you wanted to see in the same day was simply impossible. there’s a lot of american things he wants to show you as a sort of thank you for showing him your country.

— the two of you make a pretty cute couple as boyfriend and girlfriend. it’s a little jarring at first, since he’s very american and occasionally ignorant on issues concerning your country but jones isn’t above learning to be better. as long as you call him out on his bullshit then he’ll change because really, he does love you. fully and wholly, he loves you. he shows his love when he visits your country and instead of playing on the beach he helps you pick up trash. alfred shows his love when you come to america and he waits at the gate, running and hugging you as soon as he sees you. he shows his love when he takes you to basketball and baseball games and kisses you even when you don’t appear on the kiss cam. 

— jones is obsessed with the drinks from your country. he finds that both the alcoholic and nonalcoholic drinks are delicious. they seem to come in an endless combination of interesting flavors. they always leave him wanting more. when he sees you during breaks in between meetings, he’ll occasionally beg for a sip of what you’re drinking. he’ll ask to ‘waterfall’ from your cup, giving you a strong dose of puppy dog eyes so that you give in. if you manage to stay strong, it’s not the end of the world— alfred will just ask you to bring a drink for him next time. if you give in though, he’ll happily give you a bone crushing hug before tasting some of your drink. ah, so refreshing!

> matthew williams!

— williams really enjoys learning about your local wildlife, especially if you have a species that’s native solely to your country. he’s very invested in wildlife conservation and protection in general, so hearing about the plants and animals that are protected here in your country is pretty cool! he wouldn’t mind visiting a few centers or zoos in general and seeing the animals up close. if you do end up taking him there, be prepared for a lot of picture taking. matthew actually prints out some of the pictures he takes of the two of you together, framing them in his bedroom. it’s nothing big, just a small framed picture or two on his nightstand. in general, he’d bond a lot with you over wildlife conservation.

— you two dress like complete opposites due to the differences in weather. it’s a little jarring when either one of you visits the other’s country because both of you always underestimate the difference in weather. at this point, it would be more productive for you to have two closets— one for home and one for canada. williams doesn’t complain much about the weather even when he’s not properly dressed for it. he just sits and suffers silently until you notice and make him change into something more fitting. 

— he sometimes worries you’d like his brother more than him. i mean.. alfred is the more outgoing one out of the two.. it just feels like you guys are total opposites. you’re a tropical country meanwhile his country is pretty cold.. every so often matthew thinks of the two of you as too different for each other, not really realizing that you two have a decent amount of stuff in common. even if you were complete opposites, opposites attract! you love him just the way he is. you’ll have to remind him of that every so often. give him a good talk and a few kisses to the cheek or a nice hug. he’ll feel just fine after that.

— williams would absolutely love to take you out to go ice skate on a frozen pond or play in the snow. he wants to be the one to introduce you to these things. even if you’ve already been in the snow before.. maybe he could reintroduce this sort of stuff to you. he finds the whole idea of a snow day with you to be romantic.

— stereotypical but please go to a hockey game with him. please please go to a hockey game with him. the first hockey game you go to with matthew is a special event. he makes sure to get you both the best tickets he can. of course, you’re both decked out in merch for the team he roots for (don’t worry about not owning any, he has plenty to share). he even goes as far as to ask for good luck kisses before the match. every time his team scores he cheers his head off before hugging you and thanking you for your luck. even if his team loses, williams is just happy to have gone out with you— though next time he will be asking for two good luck kisses instead of just one. actually, how about a kiss for every member of the team? he’s sure they’ll win then. 

— he definitely enjoys your sunny weather though he’s a bit shy about his body. he doesn’t suffer too badly with his self image, but matthew gets self conscious every now and then. usually this doesn’t hold him back though. once he sees you waiting for him he puts his fears aside. as long as you love him and his body then who cares what someone else thinks? plus it would be improper to keep a lover waiting. especially when you look so good in your swim outfit.. of course he’s joining you in having fun on the beach. 

#hetalia x reader #hetalia #hetalia headcanons #hetalia x you #india x reader #hws india #australia x reader #hws australia #america x reader #alfred x reader #hws america #canada x reader #matthew x reader #hws canada

[lovinpelova]

more than that | j. fleming

summary; jessie notices you spiralling.

🎵 keep me - novo amor

for the past four years of your professional career you'd had to continuously remind yourself you are more than an athlete. when you got benched it ruined your whole month until you worked hard enough to prove yourself in the starting eleven again, then if you were benched again the cycle repeated. if you found a tweak in a muscle or recurring injury make an appearance again you'd sometimes push yourself through it until jessie noticed or bear the agony of being unavailable to play.

emma hayes was a tough woman to please, she'd ensured chelsea were reigning champions of multiple things and arguably one of the best teams in the world under her management. she always knew right from wrong and whatever she said had no room for argument, including starting line-ups. due to her tough nature of leadership you'd worked yourself to the bone just to ensure you kept your spot in the starting eleven for chelsea, sometimes feeling you were close to burnout before you remembered what the reward would be for that extra push.

you'd had countless hours in the gym to set personal bests and work on plyometrics, going on runs and including hill sprints until you were gagging lactic acid. jessie would join you sometimes when her schedule allowed it, helping you mealprep for the week whilst dancing together in the kitchen or carefully waking you up to see if you wanted to go on a run before training, but now it was going too far.

jessie saw you hesitating to eat certain foods, sleeping for the exact same amount of time every night, mealprepping far more excessively than before, going on two runs a day sometimes and staying back after training more often than usual. she knew how you could get when you put your mind to something, and as healthy as you were with your body in the greatest form it had ever been in, she also knew sometimes you were too stubborn for your own good.

she saw you pushing your limits to prove emma wrong, going over the top to make her proud, persistent on keeping your spot in the starting lineup. but if anyone knew emma hayes, they knew she could switch up on you in seconds with a new signing; such as nathalie björn. emma was singing your praises to the heavens last week, now she was heartlessly benching you alongside jessie.

you knew your girlfriend was leaving chelsea soon and had known for a while, as did the rest of the team, and with your contract renewal in the air amongst obvious interest from portland thorns to sign you as soon as it expired you weren't against the idea of moving with jessie. you'd be in sunny america playing with some of the world's greatest, get to be with your girlfriend and you wouldn't be benched for the most versatile swede you'd ever met. you had no hard feelings against nathalie for taking your spot, she was a sweet woman and incredible player, so it seems when emma saw you and nathalie were on civil grounds she kept you benched.

careless on how jessie was feeling about being benched for one of her last games at chelsea, emma also didn't seem to mind when you informed her you were wanting to leave with jessie. she immediately accepted your request so you and jessie were moving into a new apartment in oregon and starting preseason, your girlfriend making a mental note to keep a close eye on you. a week into preseason was all it took for the canadian to push her foot down on the brakes, sneaking to your new manager and explaining the situation that meant you and jessie would be taking the next week off. she was hesitant at the thought of two new signings losing a week of preseason but when jessie claimed you were close to the point of burnout and you wouldn't stay away if she was training, the canadian was given her blessing.

it started with her sneaking through your phone and turning off all your alarms, then she'd moved all your prepped meals for the week to the back of the fridge and replaced them with guilty pleasure foods you wouldn't be able to resist. you'd woken up with the canadians arms wrapped tightly around your waist from behind as she snored lightly into your shoulder, your hands resting on hers and legs tangled together as you relished in the feeling of your lovers arms holding you. as long as you and jessie had been together for, you would never get over the feeling of being in her arms.

you stretched for your phone and checked the time, nearly shooting up when you saw training finished an hour ago before remembering you had the most cuddly human on earth clinging to your waist. turning to her gently and tracing over her jawline, you ran your fingers through her messy hair softly and kissed her nose as she smiled and slowly opened her eyes.

"baby, we slept through training,"

you began with your lips pressing gentle kisses down her neck and across her shoulder, smiling when her arms tightened around your hips.

"what do we tell the gaffer?"

jessie grumbled something under her breath when she felt your lips leave her skin, eyebrows furrowing in disappointment at the lack of kisses you were giving her before she leaned forward in search of your lips and was rewarded with a lazy kiss. you kissed her sweetly a couple times to satisfy her needs for the time being, still waiting on her response.

"gaffer gave us the week off babygirl."

"what? why would she give us a week off during preseason?"

"i asked her to."

the midfielder grumbled tiredly, tucking her face back into the pillow as she nearly fell asleep again, eyes opening wide at your exclamation.

"you what?! why?!"

"oh shit, i forgot to tell you."

"tell me what? jess, why would you ask for a week off during preseason?"

her arms unwrapped themselves from around your waist as she woke up properly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and watching you sit up against the headboard whilst she stayed comfortable lying on her side.

"one of the physios from chelsea said you were close to burnout before we signed, so they recommended a couple extra days off training. karina pulled me into her office two days ago and said we'll be missing the first week of preseason."

"burnout? i'm not close to burnout- i'm gonna go prove i'm not close to burnout at all."

you got out of bed at a record speed and headed towards the wardrobe to find your training kit, a pair of arms around your waist stopping you before you even got halfway there. jessie kissed your shoulder lightly as you tried to pry her hands off, knowing what she was doing.

"jessie, let go."

"i can't do that babygirl."

"why?"

"you know why."

her response was blunt and to the point, you knew you were working yourself too much at chelsea but you didn't think it was that bad. jessie helped you calm it down before you moved with her anyways, so surely it was fine again, right? an extra gym session wouldn't lead to you spiralling again, it just couldn't, that's stupid. right?

you sighed heavily and leaned back into her touch with your arms wrapping around hers, finding comfort in her touch and feeling you were the only ones in the world at that moment. jessie trailed loving kisses along your shoulder and up your neck, jawline and cheek until she reached your lips and made you tilt your head to meet her in a sweet peck. she pulled away too soon for your liking and one of your hands tugged on the back of her neck to pull her back in, yearning for more than a short kiss and knowing jessie would kiss you like she meant it if you showed her you wanted it.

you kissed gently in each others arms, hands gently roaming across the back of her neck as hers shamelessly wandered under your shirt to softly grip your skin and pull you closer. she pulled away before anything else could happen and kissed you quickly a couple more times with a smile to match your own, noticing how you'd relaxed and completely forgotten that football even existed in that moment. she pulled you to walk backwards with her before you could respond to her words and coaxed you to let her with more kisses.

"come back to bed with me princess."

you nodded your head wordlessly, too enraptured with the aura that is jessie and the way her charm had snatched you up within seconds, effortlessly falling asleep in her arms again for you to catch up on rest together until midday.

waking up to your lovers arms wrapped around your midsection and head tucked into your neck was heavenly, jessies arms staying there as you gently woke her up and coaxed her out of bed to make food once your stomachs grumbled in unison. deciding on something lazy, you shared a bowl of grapes and strawberries to keep you going before it was time to start thinking about your next meal.

jessies eyes didn't leave yours once, she could see right through the facade you were putting on to reduce her worries and it was only making them worse. you were hiding something for a reason and she knew exactly what was going on; your perfectionist lifestyle was growing out of control once more.

"babygirl,"

she began as you offered her a grape, thankfully eating it with a soft smile before you nodded for her to continue. jessie tightened her arms around your waist slightly in an attempt to offer comfort.

"you know you're more than an athlete, right?"

"what do you mean?"

her statement caught you off guard and you laughed incredulously at her claim, eating a strawberry before focusing your full attention on her. you didn't miss the way she looked at you so thoughtfully and softly sighed, eyebrows furrowing in concern.

"i know what's going on with you."

your small smile dropped once she confirmed your facade was easy for her to look through, arms wrapping around her neck loosely as you admired the adoration in her eyes.

"it's happening again and i can't let it. you're perfect just the way you are-"

"if i were i'd be at the same level as-"

"no."

the canadian sternly interrupted, her hands tightening around your waist and pulling you closer.

"you will listen to me and me only, not this stupid voice in your head you keep giving in to. it's controlling your life in unimaginable ways."

"jessie, i'm fine."

"you're not. i know you y/n."

jessie persisted until she saw your stubborn expression fade a bit, taking her chance to grab your arms and tighten them around her neck before resting her forehead on yours.

"you need to stop trying to fit into everyones expectations all the time, you know it's impossible. it's happened before and you know how bad it is for yourself- why else do you think we've been given two weeks off?"

you sighed softly and closed your eyes, fighting back the tears and attempting to ignore the voice in your mind that was completely contradicting what your lover said.

"you are perfect just the way you are. you are more than an athlete, i am so unbelievably priviledged to call you mine. the way you feel about me is the way i feel about you."

"it's so hard, jess. i can't stop listening to it."

"i know but you have to."

the brunette pulled you into a hug when she spotted a tear fall down your cheek, kissing the side of your head continuously in an attempt to comfort you. her strong arms made you feel safe and at home the way no other thing on earth could ever make you feel.

"you are my perfect girl, you are portland's perfect midfielder, you are england's perfect stargirl. you are so talented just the way you are, the only person who can't see that is you and i'm going to make sure you see it eventually. i'll do everything i can to help you in all the ways you deserve."

her words made you sob out of comfort and love, the tightening of her arms helping to calm you down as you continued letting down your walls. jessie would hold you as you broke down in the kitchen with no hesitation, she would reassure you on your perfection until she heard you say it back with utmost confidence and truth behind your words. no matter what, your lover was there for you, she helped you realise you are more than an athlete who seemingly hadn't reached her full potential yet.

she assured you that you were well past your expected full potential, you were performing above your personal expectations without realising and jessie hammered it into you that no matter what you were still a human being; you were more than an athlete struggling with mental health. you were perfect the exact way you were and jessie did everything in her power to make you believe that, just like she said she would.

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HELLOOEJWJDIIW YOUR ACCOUNT IS COOLIO !!! CAN I GET A CH HEAD CANON OF GERMANY,CANADA,PHILIPINES,SAUDI ARABIA WITH AN S/O WHO LOVES CAT AND OWNS LIKE 3? UR ACCOUNT IS COOL <333

HOLY SHI-

HI THIS ISN'T AN ACCOUNT IS A CALL FOR HELP'CUZ I SIMP A LOT OF IDIOTS/j

Germany, Canada, Philipines, and Saudi Arabia with a S/o that haves and loves cats

Germany

this bitch loves when he comes back of his job and the 3 cats are there waiting him + his lovely S/o

thats heaven ofc

loves to feed them small pieces of meat from their lunch or breakfast (ham, sausages, meat, etc.)

buys you cat stuff and toys for them

loves waking up with 3 furballs with him and s S/o

doesn't let you scold them or say bad words in front of them

"SH#T"

"SWEETIE NOT IN FRONT THE CATS-" proceds to cover the cats ears

"[insert name of the cat] WHY DIDYOU BROKE THE CORTAINS-"

"i was playing with the laser and with him sorry!"

or

"i broke it!-"

bro yeah with ur nails u broke like 55 dolars cortains

YEAAAAHHHH

Canada

cat man vibes

loves your cats and he loves you!

but he doesn't love the result in his clothes

"[insert one of the cats name] i have to clean my jackte again!"

haves to buy cat toys because they probably play and broke one of his raccoon hats

and the bad result of that

is that ur babys don't have whiskas for a week

"thats what they get! chasing that raccoons its hard!"

loves buying them cat treats,

definitly one of ur cats its a fatty one

and he loves that

he would try to take one of them(or all) to hunt

spoiler now he has like 7 more hats

"LOOK I HAVE MORE RACCON HATS-"

"PLEASE DON'T TELL ME THAT MY BABIES HUNT THOSE RACCOONS-"

"YOUR BABIES HUNT THOSE RACCOONS-"

"okay why i am sleeping in the coach"

Philipines

HE LOVES KITTIES

like germany he defens them and buys you cat things, and toys for them

"WHO BROKE THE CORTAINS!?"

"ME, IT WASN'T OUR BABIES AND YOU DON'T HAVE NOTHING TO PROVE THAT THEY DID IT!"

ok but now explain why one of them was climbing of one of the cortains

"ok but aare you okay? one of my cats hurt you while you was playing with them"

"THEY LOVE MEEEE"

you can't sleep in r bed 'cuz the cats are in ur place

imagine this

you send poland to buy some things and he comes back with the things you asked

and

food, toys,sweets, clothes, beds, things, etc.

for

ur

cats

just him being a cinnamon roll,

Saudi Arabia

(since i take a break of the fandom [before i start this blog] i don't know how some ppl think that saudi A acts, so here is going to be the typical scary man but a soft man when you know him better)

i feel like your kitties are going to be scared of him

but after a lot of cuddles, cleaning everything, pats, and toys ur kitties will love him

its like their dad lmao 😭

"i love our little cats,... but please keep them away from my S U I T S "

this man definitly haves one of those sweaters with a cat on it

if ur cats are the ones that chase mices, flys, etc(idk my cat chases flys lmao) just to bring them to him

he will feel alabated.... and when the cat is not watching he will throw it but everyone here would do that so ssshhhh

If you give more attention to your cats than to him, he gets mad and won't give him whiskas.

although if you give them to him without him noticing- well he realizes

"/opening the [cabinet/basket/drawer] where his food is supposed to be/"THERE WAS 41 WHISKAS, 4 1 , NOW I WATCH JUST 38! E X P L A I N"

"THEY WHERE- wait you counted the food envelopes and you memorized how much it was?

"oh look [cat name] brought us another cricket, awww"

"ANSWER U SCARY MF"

{YESS ANOTHAR REQ, okay its been a hell wirte with my throat feeling like I'm dying,but meh, with 1 or 2 pills it goes away, back on topic, the limit is 4 blabla, ehmmm, I've been getting a lot of questions from Countryhumans lmao, I love writing for them, miss spells, etc etc, just say it}

#Saudi arabia x reader #germany x reader #philipines x reader #canada x reader #countryhumans x reader #x reader #sug4r sp1ce