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The Office Cowboy.

This is a spicy one shot that I wanted to make. Enjoy and read at your own risk.

⭐️⭐️🌶️🤠Spicy Cowboy Alfred🤠🌶️⭐️⭐️

The blonde shifted back and forth uncomfortably. He’d been stalking his prey for a while now.

(First Name) (Last Name) He’d seen you around the city a lot. With your friends for Sunday brunches, heading off the bar, or hurrying off to work. Your smile, the way you dressd, the vibe you had etc, really drew him in. He had a burning desire to consume anything and all of you.

With fitted teeth and sweat beginning to form at his temples, he forces his hand to cease on advancing to his sunshine state. You’d strolled over once more to gleefully ask if he wanted another Hors-d’oeurve. The flaky pastry smothered the tender meat of the beef Wellington and the extremely crunchy bruschetta with fresh pressed olive oil and chopped tomatoes. He happily takes you up on you offer. He pops another Wellington in his mouth. Alfred makes sure to show you gratitude with a brilliant smile and a flirty wink. He saw you eyes shoot upwards in brief firecracker like glee. His ears did detect a few muffled giggles that you had to conceal due to you being on the clock. Alfred loved to challenge you to come up with classy but clever quips whenever a large group of his colleagues or your boss was around.

It was a light-hearted game of cat and mouse at yet another corporate office party. He’d seen you on numerous other occasions before book club meetings, art galleries, fundraisers, presentations, etc. Alfred was well acquainted with you through the numerous events that you catered for his company. He got a kick out of being able to see you dress up in uniform. Although many of his imaginations involved your clothes decorating his office floor and, even better yet, his master bedroom floor.

He bit down on his bottom lip. You were gracefully gliding around, asking if people wanted more beer or wine. He looked at that tantalizing liquid that had the ability to drag down even the most refined and dignified men throughout history…. His eyes had a bright flash from within; he’d gotten a devious idea.

‘The best way to do this: take as much booze as possible. Best way to prepare for any rodeo.’

Alfred whistled you over. You turned your head over to him quickly as if already under his command. You let him snag off the ice-cold beer. It would be his dissent into the depths tonight. After all, it was liquid confidence.

“Thanks, darlin’ “ He raises his glass to you, and he flaunts his million-dollar smile. You swiftly said thank you and continued on with your duties.

A few others now seem to have a heightened interest due to the golden boy now having an alcoholic drink in hand.

“CHEERS TO THIS FOOD BEING AWESOME AS HELL!” He proceeded to toss back the beer in just four large gulps. He went on to ask one of your co-workers for another and another as if he was trying to wrangle loose cattle.

“ALFRED! ALFRED! ALFRED!” His co-workers, CEOs, and stakeholders were all goading him to continue in his borderline feral antics. He saw you from a few feet away tending to your own business.

The hunger within him was back and it wasn’t one that could be soothed by sustenance.

The way your butt swayed to and fro teased him like a bull that was seeing red. When you bent over he thought about all the ways he could grab your waist and begin to pound away at you.

The latest wave of beer was beginning to take over. He proudly sauntered over to you like a stallion making first impressions to a potential mate.

“Howdy Y/N~” he teased. He propped himself on the wall that was behind you. You looked up to meet his playful grin. His thick upper arms looked like all they were fit to do is wrangle bulls. His sleeves were rolled up ¾ of the way so you could see how his muscles were sculpted together.

You were unprepared for the Alfred’s other arm to slither around your waist. Just from his bare forearm alone you swore you could feel the heat of the desert sun radiate off of his skin.

“Howdy~” He says again, hotly next to your ear. You were able to smell the beer, perspiration, and cologne that created a musk storm. It filled your nose and made desire grow from deep within you.

“Ha. Ha. What can I help you with Mr.Jo-“

“Aw you don’t have to be so formal with me darlin’ just call me Alfred.” His lips touch your forehead sending a wildfire of red to paint your face. His eyes point downward to take in your beautifully flushed face.

“God you’re gorgeous.” His hand gently strokes your chin. You could feel the rough skin from his callouses and dead skin on his hands. You tried to concentrate on that and maintain your composure as you could feel the heat building in his black slacks.

“Thank you Alfred…. Ha I really have to get back t-“

He tilted your face so it could be aligned with his. His shimmery crystal blues roped around your keen sensibilities and made you weak in the knees. Alfred took his shot and closed the distance between your lips and his. He’d successfully tied you down. Alfred’s far south state was grateful to be poking at your warm seas a little more deeply. You let out a squeak of shock and surprise. Alfred grew in size eager to get you alone and scatter your clothes onto the floor.

The whoops, wooos, and flirty ooooooohs.” They were hoping to incite a live rodeo. And Alfred was normally the guy to deliver on crazy antics.

Alfred boldly gripped your ass and forced you closer to his ember touched rod.

“I want to brand you as mine y/n.” He stated in an ignited fervor against your ear before me moved to kiss the side of your face. He placed a sloppy kiss on your upper lobe. Before you knew it you were being slung over his brawny shoulder.

Alfred rushed off from the main room and made his grand escape for his office. You were his prize he absconded with. Once he was there he made sure his blinds were down and his door was locked.

Your heart was humming in your ears and you were so shaky that it was impossible for you to walk. You eyes caught the bull skull that was mounted behind his desk. It was the only thing you were able to make out before you’d been slammed onto the polished mahogany desk. You winced in pain as a pen accidentally stabbed your back.

“Sorry darlin’ “ He helps to remove it along with some of the other things scattered about on his desk. With one swoop of his arm that was as large as a redwood tree trunk. The clattering on the items on the floor were like gunfire that signaled that it was go-time.

Alfred’s hardened cock met up with your heated clit. The sudden poke of his rod made you gasp. He took this as the right moment to seal your lips with his. He gradually forced you down as he dominated your mouth. You obediently followed with some resistance. There was still fear screaming in the back of your mind to stop and return to your post. The screaming ceased when you felt Alfred agile fingers begin to unbutton your shirt.

“Whoa! Whoa! I …” you start.

“What is it y/n? You’ll be fine…..” immediately knowing what you were concerned about. “I’ll just tell your manager you had a side assignment.” He says while he threw your pants to the other side of the room. The only thing left in his was were your bra and panties. The charming wink he gave brimmed over with shining confidence. He invented your inhibitions within an instant. How could you not? Not when his southern accent got you drunk like having too much whiskey on the rocks. You weren’t able to think of a quip that could save you from being branded.

“Ahhhh!” The intense prodding sensation was back. His penis was already bare and only being held back by the flimsy cotton that separated the two of you. He kissed you starting from your forehead then trailed down to your ear. He bit you harshly at the tip so he could elicit a reaction from you.

“Ouch! Alfred!”

“Easy girl, heh heh.” He shifts you to be fully on one leg that balanced your entire body. Your arms quickly shot up so you could stabilize yourself. His imposing hands move to the side of your panties and rips them from off your legs. The fabric slightly scatters from itself. You weren’t able to see where they'd been tossed. Alfred had quickly stuck them in his back pocket; it was his trophy he won for tonight.

You were ill equipped for the sharp thrust that Alfred made to meet your core. Even though he was only ¼ of the way in, you felt like he was trying to rip you in half with his girth. He plunged himself fully within you to make you scream. When you did he was fully immersed and felt like his head was drifting among the clouds. He adored how tightly your walls held onto his state….completely draining him of any fluid.

Alfred had your shoulders pinned and massaged his way down to your waist back and forth in waves. He was trying to soothe you while he pounded into you mercilessly.

You’d never admit it out loud but you loved the way that he was still completely dressed while he plowed into you. He picked up the pace his hunt was successful, his other hunger was being satiated.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Alfred chanted with boisterous glee. He’s never felt like this before! It was quite the high! He grabbed the other side of the desk so he could completely conquer the whole of you. His knees stapled themselves to the opposite edge of his desk. His drive into you continued to burn brighter.

“Ah! Ah! AH!” Short screeches fell from your mouth. Pain and pleasure mixed together in a desert storm twister. Alfred had you right where he wanted you. Your hands gripped his cotton studded shirt tighter as you tried not to ruin his Bolo tie. You always pegged him for having a wild side… the way he talked…carried himself and liked to showcase his assets.

You were out of breath and so was he. Alfred began to pace himself as he released his seed. He sang out your name in what sounded to be an old Wild West tune.

“Y/N…. y/n….” His lips once again met your forehead, then it maneuvered to your cheek. Like a sneaky rattlesnake he bites your neck with ferocious vigor. You screech but have little ability to do much about it. You’d been branded.

“Your mine Y/N.”

You pass out due to exhaustion. You fell unconscious while Alfred was inside the crux of your core.

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8, 12, 39, 49 for the fic writer asks :)

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

God, this was so hard for me to come up with an answer for for some reason, but I keep coming back to the song Dirty Paws by Of Monsters and Men. I love Of Monsters and Men so much and really any song could work honestly.

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

I used to not be a fan of crack fics/ the characters acting out of character but honestly I've come to love the Fanon versions of Hetalia characters way more than their canon selves. It's like the fandom knows them better.

39. Is any aspect of your writing process inspired by other writers or people? If so, who?

Yes, I mean I have a fic that's literally an AU of @headingalaxys-spicy's AU so. 😂

(Anyway go check out Heading Galaxy's work)

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

I currently am working on WIPS for part two of my DILF CanUkr series and Alpha! Canada/Omega! Reader smut fic and I have a layout for my Icubus! Canada and Nun! Reader smut fic

DILF: Kat felt her face getting hot over Matthew mentioning the care he’d taken into making sure he didn’t disturb her sleep. Some might have found it unsettling to think that he had watched over her as she slept; but to Kat, she couldn’t help but find it endearing. It made her feel oddly safe, knowing Matthew was making sure nothing would happen to her. 

Omegaverse: Matthew didn’t have the typical demeanor associated with Alphas; he was timid and shy, very passive aggressive and tended to let the rest of the board members talk over him during meetings. But he was incredibly kind; he was always the first to wish you a Good Morning when he came into work and a Good Night when you left for the day, every day like clockwork. The other Omegas at work enjoyed teasing you about how often Matthew would go out of his way just to greet you.

I don't have anything actually written for the last one except bullet points, but I thought I'd still share them regardless:

Reader has recently been sent to a convent to become a Holy Daughter of the Blessed Mother by her parents because they have fallen on hard times. 

Reader tries her best to cope with her new life as a postulant, trying to convince herself that being a Holy Daughter is what’s best for her.

Matthew, an incubus, has recently broken through the wards of the convent and has plans to stir up trouble when he sees Reader for the first time. He is struck by her beauty and decides that he must have her as his mate.

#Oof sorry it took me so long to answer I had to really think on some of these #plus my migraines have been bugging me #ask #maple rambles #maple answers

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Mating Season AU: France 🇫🇷

Warning :🌶️ Spicy Content

He was strumming his medium-length manicured fingernails on his glass table. His smile was wide, and his thin tail whipped back and forth impatiently. He waited for the nighttime to fully show off the pink moon's glow. He would be at full power, and your body would begin to inch up to pink horniness. He glided over to his mirror that was installed in front of one of his cozy chairs so that he could be fully submerged in the enchanting view.

Francis had been planning this day like a well-crafted battle plan. He’d stalked you for a full year from a distance writing down all the things you adored, hated, or felt neutral about. He adored you and he wanted his first time with you to be something manifique! He’d set up the best lingerie in (fav color) that would complement your gorgeous skin. He’d also been refraining from relieving himself for a whole 365 days, so his urges were strong, and his relief could be felt from the highest heights of heaven. His cock was in serious pain as it was large and abundant with his seed. His bright blues glazed over to the clock only about five more minutes before his fun could begin.

You’d been at home relaxing after a long stressful day. Yet for whatever reason, your sixth sense of being watched was heightened tonight. You didn’t understand why seeing a glowing bright scarlet rose that twinkled brightly against the indigo sky caught your (eye color) eyes in a deep trance that somewhat put you at ease. There was a crisp gust of fresh spring air that whooshed past you. It felt as if a storm was brewing on the horizon. You suddenly felt something brush against your back and butt. When you turned around to confront the present that brushed up against you, there was nothing out of the ordinary to greet your sight. It was strange, but you let the thought go. It would be insane for you to dwell on something that couldn’t be sustained. But over the year, you thought over how this heightened fear of being watched or hunted rather. It would last for a few moments and sometimes even minutes….but this feeling of dread and a sudden onset of desire to be in one's arm was only getting stronger. It was like a pair of eyes was stuck to your body like glue and made you feel particularly vulnerable. As you watched the last of the sunlight fade and the pale pastel pink moon become more prominent in your view…your body began to feel extremely heavy, like being tied down with cinderblocks and being prodded with rose thorns. You also began to feel heat pool between your thighs.

‘Why?’ ‘What?’ Were the only thoughts that came to your mind. As the world around you became hazy and your vision began to fill with glittery pink smoke, the clouded your vision. You felt inebriated. You felt high. It was pure ecstasy.

You suddenly felt large but somewhat gentle hands run over your only slightly covered chest, which was beginning to swell with milk. You felt a woosh of hot air reach your neck before you felt a nibbling sensation in your left ear. A husky French voice whispered eagerly to you. It sent a shocking shiver down your spine. It hardly registered to you that a velvet (favorite color) teddy lingerie was over your body and straining the fabric hardly containing your coconuts.

“Hello, Mon Chere~” A few pointed kisses nailed at your collarbone began to disarm your senses more, dulling your initial shock from being pulled into a completely different realm altogether.

“Who are you? And why?” His hand had grasped your boob that continued to fill. You let out a loud moan that was like music to his ears. His cock was fully perked up and grinding on the back of your thigh.

‘How exciting! The execution of my plan was flawless! Y/N is hardly aware of what's happening to her!’

A hungry. ‘Hon. Hon. Hon.’ reaches your ear as the grinding becomes more aggressive.

“It’s nice that you’re finally in my arms, Y/N! Your soft body is like that of, fresh Tartiflette and you smell divine.” He places his nose in the crook of your neck and takes a deep inhale. “I’m going to be devouring you tonight so that we can create a marvelous family tree! Our children will be so beautiful!” He felt himself stiffen some more and his hands gripped your thighs from behind, making sure that they were as far apart as possible.

“Ah! No wait …please” It didn’t come out as loudly or as strongly as you liked. Your vision was still clouded and you could feel the heat radiate off of a toned body that was just beneath you. You felt a claw-like hand scrape across your butt and move your lingerie with one swift move. He began to finger you while his other hand stayed busy as he massaged your swollen tits.

“You can feel free to sing my name to all of the demon kingdoms and to the heavens let everyone know!” As his finger toyed with your neither region and began to prepare you for a much larger size. His lips began to pepper your skin with kisses which did make your heart flutter but your mind feel confused. Where you having some lucid daydream that felt entirely real?

‘Nigh..ugh..I..’

“I what Y/N? Going to start singing my name? Which is Francis by the way.” Taking a break from kissing before he started his campaign to give you a few hickeys. He really wanted to leave his mark on his beautiful canvas. He started on your lower left collarbone and at first kissed your skin then progressively started to lick and nibble on your soft skin. The he bore his sharpened canines and sunk it in to make a mark and to make you bleed.

You let out a loud shriek in pain and your vision suddenly became crystal clear and you were able to see that you were no longer in your apartment alone you were in a large bedroom that was decored with tons of black lace.

“Oh Mon Chere, you have a nice scream. ” France sweetly teases. “And my name is Francis by the way.”

You felt like this was far more weird than some weird lucid dream. You wiggle free from his grip even though you were still in a pretty dazed state. But you wanted to fight back. You had to get out of this crazy dream. Although you didn’t want to admit the sudden emptiness between your legs desired more. You also hadn’t realized the small scratches from France’s sharp rose branches drew blood but also were the entry points for his love drugs.

“Oh my sweet Y/N, that was only the beginning.” He licked his lips eagerly. He was eager to get on top of you so he could fill your entire being. He was hardly registering anything that you were saying France had fully reached the height of his hunger, and it needed to be satiated.

When your eyes collided with the once pure cyan but transformed into scarlet eyes that burned with desire. Nothing could save you now. He snapped his fingers and rose thorns had pinned you to the bed with your arms above your head and your legs spread wide. The fantasy of you enjoying all of this is playing out like a live theatre show in Francis's mind.

“An actual demon!” You quiver out. Your body trembled and you weren’t entirely sure if it was out of pleasure or fear. You felt your thighs burn and felt Francis's body hair rub up against yours, only making your desire skyrocket. You squirmed a little but to no avail the thorns sunk deep within your skin, leaving further evidence that this was far more real than you’d like. And it would be only one of the many marks that prove that he’s claimed you.

Francis leaned down to plan a kiss on your forehead.

“Don’t be scared, C’here. I’ll be rough only for the first hour or so. I can control myself….kind of.” That last part was reassuring…..

You only felt your body break out in a cold sweat, and you felt the lingerie that tried to cover you was now gone. Your bare body is all for him to see.

“I want to be passionate with you. Not harm you but, I’ve been holding back….” You felt his hands grip your behind firmly, and your hips gladly bucked up to reach the tip of his dick. Francis had to bite the bottom of his lip for a moment as he was excited and wanted to savor this moment for his long-term memory: Your dazed loving sight, vulnerable and ready to devour. His cock teased you a little as it went up and down your wet vagina. You let out an audible squeak that sounded mostly excited but still confused.

‘It’s possible I’m hallucinating somehow.’ Still in denial of the situation that is unfolding.

Francis's sudden first trust within you was a shocking surprise. His girth was large and his earlier strokes did nothing to prepare you for his size. While he lets himself pulsate in your walls, he takes a moment to help you get a better grasp of the situation.

“No, you're not hallucinating, my love. I’ve chosen you to be my mate so you can bear my children.” He lets out a low moan and grunts as he continues to hold himself back from pumping into you just yet. The hairs all over his body stood and and felt electrifying. It swept over your glossy skin making the urges you felt within you worse and caused all of your body to begin to heat up with tension as you began to feel your heartbeat faster. He leaned his head down to grace your forehead with more kisses as he gently whispered your name and began saying sweet nothings in French. The brush of his stubble touched your skin tanatilizingly and you meweled under him as he moved his member moved inside of you slowing adding to the needy heat and pressure within you.

“Oh honey, you don’t have to hold back I know you want to moan loudy~” As if on cue you do so.

“Ahhhhh~” It was weak but filled with pained lust. Francis had gripped your hips tighter and forced himself deeper into your scorching core. You hear him chuckle as he thrust into you once with the force of a jack hammer.

“Ah!” The sharp reactionary scream rings to his ears and makes him about to lose the last few threads over himself. He began to kiss you to the bridge of your nose, to the tip of it and takes over your lips in an elongated kiss that drew all of your breath and strength from within you. His lips moulded with yours like wet clay being shaped to his perfect fantasy.

“Y/N. Y/N……….” He sings out to you as he takes one more chance to give you yet another hickey on your collarbone. His speed is beginning to pick up progressively and your overstimulated by all of the sensations that not only leave you on cloud nine but also confused about the state of where you are and what your life is now supposed to look like.

Francis tail wraps around your stomach and clenches it tightly. Francis hands move from your breasts that swelled to the size of ripe pumpkins down to your sweaty thighs and gripped them tightly. He was beginning to reach his climax.

“Say my name C’here!” He calls out to you desperately.

Your mind dispells some of the fog and you’re able to recognize that who you’re making love to isn’t someone that is fully human. But you wanted to be able to preserve yourself and not die. All you could do was let out a low pleasured grunt and try to remember his name. What was it again?

He thrusted into you harshly and you let out a squeak. It jogged your memory through the thick sweet haze that was continuing to cloud your mind.

“Ance!” is what you squeeked out in reaction. He thusted hardly once more to help you with your brain fog. He continued until you were able to shout his name to the heavens.

“FRANCIS!” You yelled out it was like a symphony to his ears and Francis was high off the moment of being able to climax he released his hot seed within you and it spilled out onto the onyx duvet. He rode out the rest of his orgasim and pulled out his shrunken flaccid cock as he smothered himself with your heavy clevage. You whimper as your were still highly sensitive to touch due to your sexually heightned state.

“Oh, Y/N. I love you and I’m glad that you’re going to be my Queen.”

⭐️📖😊⭐️Thanks for reading ya‘ll ⭐️😊📖⭐️

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Yandere Alpha America rejecting his Omega s/o only to later realize that he loves them? 🥺

✨Oh it’s you again. Heyyyyyyy 👋Hope you like this one ✨

“I’ve told you no y/n. Now. GET. LOST.” The last word rang through her ears like a drum. And you couldn’t help but scurry away with the tiny shred of dignity that you had left. For thenext couple of months you wandered aimlessly through your life. You were on autopilot. Perhaps things were meant to be this way and that was alright. You got out of bed each day and did your job with a smile. Besides you didn’t have to worry about the needs of an Alpha or even a Beta as a mate or really just anyone. So you started to do more things for yourself which gave you satisfaction.

That language you’ve always been telling yourself you wanted to learn you did it! You reached C2 fluency.

Learning Computer programming by golly you did it!

Baked the cake recipe you found on Pinterest? YUMMY!

Those 10K puzzle you tapped and put up in your room. A masterpiece.

That artbook or sport that you’ve been meaning to keep up on now you’re a pro. And life sucks a little less for you.

These were the things along with a huge spell of depression, eating ice cream, and staying up late at night crying over Alfred eventually got you through the 7 stages of grief of not attaining your lover. He became a fragment in your mind and heart.

However, the same thing can’t be said for the Alpha that is slow to come to realization sometimes. Since the day that he rejected you he started off fine. He went about his life as normal. He went on numeros dates with a wide spectrum of Alpha’s , Beta’s, and Omega’s that all left him disinterested. None of them had that sparkle and warmth that he was looking for.

‘Alfred! Alfred! I know that you want for lunch! You had a look on your face that read that you need protein and carbs to survive the long day you probably have ahead of you with all of those new Alpha peackeeper’s that need your assistance and-’

He simply turned and walked away. Ignoring your offering of food that he later regretted because he had back to back meetings that he had to attend to so he didn’t get a morsel of food until 9pm when he got back to his flat.

He reminsces on all of the times that he sometimes accepted your offerings like when you brought him a supercharged 6 shot vanilla latte extra hot, after he’d been up all-night partying even though he knew full well he had to be at work the next day. And it was a latte he’d order in such a crazy schedule that he lived on. You cared for him.

It’s like his body had been hit by a boulder and his heart fell into a pit of acid.

He immedaetly grabbed his phone and scope out all of your social media profiles. He wanted to see a lot of mopey posts about wanting to find love, of you posting cryptic break-up songs, something that read as he was still on your mind and leaving a crater in your heart.

The sandy blonde gripped his hair follicles tighter as the frustration in his stomach continued to simmer. He had gotten to the very first posts of your Instagram feeling empty.

“Pffft.” He rolled his frigid blues across the screen one more time before he set his phone down.

“I know I’m right to have rejected her she seems too carless.” He says to no one in particular. He gets up to pop open a can of Cola and dumps some Captain Morgen in it to calm his nerves as he ordered some McDonalds off Uber Eats and sat in his apartment in silence and in darkness and only a sliver of the summer sunlight being able to break though his blackout curtains.

Daily he begins to keep up with all of the activities you do. Even if you only posted to Tiktok about how you were staying home and having your favorite hot beverage while doing one of your hobbies that made you happy. And that’s all that mattered to you.

That was all that mattered to you.

Those blue orbs glassy, just wanting you to care about him. You were wagging your cute tail in your latest video hours later showcasing your dedication to your craft. Your cute smile your excitement in your voice was like a sweet melody. He wanted and needed more of you. Your social media would be satiate him for so long.

It was time to put in an R2P.

He had to have you in his arms.

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Demon America together with an Female S/O eating a box of chocolates, and things gets...messy.

In the spirit of Valentines Day I give you something to satiate the hungry heart ❤️ hahaha

N$FW so turn back now if this isn’t the content for you.

Your boyfriend was still away negotiating land deals in the underworld. But he didn’t forget to leave you a small token of his feelings for you. There was a large box of See's Candy, a donut bouquet, a bouquet of red roses, and a giant teddy bear that said “I Love you BEAR-Y much.” There was also a lack black box that screamed ‘sexy time’ and decided that it would be better to open it when your lover was around. A smile spreads across your face as you eagerly crack open the 150 piece box of chocolates. You head over to the couch and plop down. You turn on your [favorite genre of music] munch away at the sweet treats until you could figure out what you were going to have delivered for dinner. The absence of Alexander did irritate you somewhat.

‘Why on today of all days does he have to be in the underworld to debate on which land he gets to keep; he can do that on the other 359 days of the year that don't hold a lot of romantic value!’

You scrolled around mindlessly on [favorite social media site] you felt a thin snake-like thing make it’s way up your leg. You body jerks in shock at the sudden sensation. When you rolled over on your back you were pleasantly surprised to see those fiery red eyes.

Alexander.

“Hey there doll face miss me much?” He lowered his body down to yours and you could immediately feel his erection through his bulky uniform.

Before you could even respond he placed his mouth directly on top of yours that had a piece of chocolate hanging out. The two of you let your moths meld together like a hunk of clay being shaped by a ceramicist.

He burns your clothes off so that he could admire your bare beauty. He lowered his head next to yours. You could feel his hot breath and untamed hair brush up against your soft and somewhat damp skin. The rising heat within the room made you begin to perspire.

“Did you doubt me?” A hint of sadness could be detected along with an intense craving building within him.

“I mean…” You caress the side of his face and your fingers crawl up to his pointy ears. This made his crotch begin to burn and expand more with the rising temperature in the living room. It was quickly becoming an inferno. He also felt pangs of hunger, it had been awhile since he’d had an actual meal. He grabbed the box of chocolates and the black lacy fun box. Alexander swiftly discarded his heavy military jacket and crisp black shirt. His torso was already covered in a coat of sweat.

His member was becoming impatient within its cotton confines. He whipped off his black slacks but left on his light cotton cover to taunt you. He relishes in the cute frown that you give him for not showcasing his peacock to you just yet. He saw the lust flowing over in your eyes like the Mississippi river during the rainy season.

“Since it’s Valentine's day we have to make this more exciting.” He pulls out cuffs and a lacy black mask to cover your eyes during the act. He pins you down and cuffs your ankles and wrists tightly together.

Before he places the blindfold over your eyes, his yearning ocean blues beckon your lips to join together in a zealous union. The kiss was genuine and flowed over with a warm love that could only ever come from the heart's deepest furnace. When he pulled away he locked eyes with yours and said:

“I’m going to be kind of rough and will leave bite marks….so prepare yourself Y/N.” He rubs your temples in an attempt to relax you before the main event. He covers your eyes and his tail forces your legs apart. Alexander begins to decorate your body with chocolate. The sides of your neck, your breasts, stomach, and thighs were covered in the small sweet treats. He quickly whips off his boxers so his erection could spring free. He grabs the top of your rib cage as his dick rubs against your entrance.

“Ah! Alexander.”

He puts a piece of chocolate in your mouth to be like a gag of sorts. Then he begins his work. He places his mouth on the first chocolate that was on your neck and eats it while he simultaneously nibbles on your flesh to leave you a hickey. Your brain couldn’t concentrate and eat the candy when your body was beginning to sing with pleasure. He moved down to your breasts and swirled his tongue around your plump mounds. He gave them a few kisses before his mouth over the next chocolate. He inches his member closer to your heat. He bit down on the caramel filled chocolate that was on your perky nipple.

“Hmmmm! Hmmmmm!” Pleasured hums leave you.

Alexander hungurly devoured your mound long after the sweet sauce had dissolved. He littered your chest with bite marks on both breaths and some of them had pronounced puncture wounds. Before he continued he brought his hips backwards to make an immense thrust. His hips propel forward with a mighty force. Your body was struck with a lightning bolt of pleasurable thrill. You struggle against your restraints. Your body didn’t have the time to adjust to the sudden force spreading it thin.

“You’re so warm Y/N.” He threw his head back in ecstasy. He has to wipe the sweat off from his upper brow. The heat in the living room had at least risen 15 degrees. He doesn’t remove his member and keeps it in the hilt of your pussy. He continued to greedily gobble up the remaining chocolate that decorated your body. By the end of it you had 6 hickeys, 13 gaping bite marks, 50+ papercut thin scratches, and small remnants of chocolate that adorned your body.

Once he was done Alexander proceeded to pick up your battered body and took you to your master bathroom to clean you up.

“I love you, Y/N.” As he’s kiss your fresh love bites and massages your thighs.

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Can I have some Yandere Lithuania headcannons? Maybe some nsfw?

Yes, and I’m sorry this one took me forever to do but Ngl this one is out of my depth but after months of staring at it I told my fears: F**K you I do what I want I’m magical meat skeleton that’s had a massive dose of caffine and sugar so here we go.

Also reader is a nation in this one.

Spice post leave now if this makes you uncomfortable.

🇱🇹 You want to win his heart? : Talk to him. He will use this same logic when trying to woo you he’s just going to go up a talk to you like any normal man would. This initial conversation and him just happening to be in the same place that he’s seen you before will then transition into an obssession once he realizes how much fun he has when he gets to conversate with you. He will also subconsciously latch on to a quirk that you have because he thinks it’s cute. (I.E. things like plying with your hair when your nervous, rocking back in fourth on your feet when your waiting for the next tram into the inner city. Little things like that.)

🇱🇹He will treat you well and as a yandere he is extremly easy going. He lets you get away with and do a lot more than any of the other yandere’s I’ve written about. To no one’s surprise his tempermant is very mild and it takes a lot for him to reach his breaking point where he will usually call in a favor from Poland or Russia for a favor to dispose of someone if they decide to insist on being in your life in an intimate way. He is more of an obssessive yandere that will smother you when you are with him.

🇱🇹He has a shrine room of you that has memorabilia of you: discrete photos, videos, strands of hair, things that he’s pilfered form you over time when he’s visited your apartment, or has had one of his many fun dates that he’s taken you on.

🇱🇹He holds a hair clip that he took from you at some point and uses it as his good luck charm that he keeps in his pocket to give him the strength when he has to conduct ‘negotiations’ with Russia. “Think about y/n. Think about y/n. Think about y/n!” This is his mantra that calms his nerves, slows his hearts pace, and all the heavy tension inhis body that made his knees buckle. He will survive because he longs to be back with you.

🇱🇹When he has free time like to find you and go on cute dates when you’re in his country or in yours. When you’re in Toris’s country he loves to take you to Trakai so he can relax and drink in your ethereal beauty beneath the emerald trees.

He’s in your presence what more did he need?

🇱🇹He will allow you to maintain your relationship that you have with your close friends and family as long as you follow a few of his expectations.

🇱🇹Abandon your phone & computer from Friday - Sunday because those days of your life he claims for himself and more during his national holidays and yours. He will allow you to keep your x-box, nintendo DS, Switch, etc during the time that you’re with him. He likes to watch you play and will occasionally join you on one of your favorite two player game.

🇱🇹You’ll have to allow him to do everything for you. Opening the door, getting your chair for you, bring you food, bathe with you etc.

🇱🇹He loves to play with your hair and rest his head in your lap.

🇱🇹Toris is an easy going yandere that just wants to have an ample amount of your time and your full attention. He is a yandere that is capable of sharing you so long as it’s not with Poland, France, or the Italy brothers he has a certain level of insecurity that wouldn’t allow him to let you carry out even a friendship with them.

🇱🇹He’s not above asking Mr.Russia for assistance if he sees another human or any of the aforementioned nation is getting too comfortable for his liking.

⛔️It’s all spicy from here so final warning ⛔️

🇱🇹Toris like to take his time in the bed and he’s great with slow passionate sex. He’s gentle in the way that he handles you. He will lightly grip your chest and he power bottom plows you. Sessions with him normally last up to about 30-45 minutes with either foreplay or massages to start.

🇱🇹He has a Master / Servant kink of course he likes to play as a dutiful servant that is bound to you and your rule. He can pleasure your neither region for hours on end. He cleans up after the deed without any complaint since he’s had a chance to be connected to you on a spiritual / sexual level that leaves him lightheaded and delerious. He accends to a heavenly dimension whenever he makes love to you, he’s lighter than air feeling that has englfed him and this high will sustain him for hours after and he will always want to stay in bed with you and listlessly drapping his arms over your naked body encouraging you to laze the rest of the day way while you hear the bird outside sing in the bright blue sky. Everything was perfect now that he has you safely in his arms.

🇱🇹When’s had a day that been particurally bad he will require a lot of encouragement from you in and out of the bed. “I love you Toris with all my heart.” “ You’re the best Toris.”

“Look at you my love.” As you caress the side of his face and run your hands though his brown locks.

He is baby lol.

🇱🇹Praise Kink

🇱🇹He’s submissive mainly and does like to be a pillow prince from time to time

Likes to be chained & tied up if he’s feeling particurally masocistic : he likes being whipped

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Hi so um, can i request a Yandere Alpha Germany with a gn or (if possible) male Siren reader who's cocky af, and probably has attempted to drown Germany once

Going to go with a Male reader because I 100% recognize this page is a cesspool of me drooling over Alfred like a demented maniac and also mainly caters to female readers so I need to diversify and cater to all, so here we go.

The angered German blonde wags his tail and paces back and forth in his study. He’d been up all night with wide ears pointed up and at attention. He was planning how to capture the siren that tended to drown some of his own soldiers, most of which may have been betas, but when they dared to try to drown him, that’s where he drew the line.

He grinded his teeth at the memory. Fists balled in pure rage at the fact that you could drag him to the depths of the sea nearly.He rubs his bandaged forearm. You made him feel weak. Something that Alpha’s were never supposed to feel. You’d found a fragility within his rigid personality. Ludwig hated that. The scene played out in his mind like a feedback loop from hell.

It was a full moon; the stars glistened in the sky, and there was a calm that washed over the usually uptight Alpha. He had just finished a dozen requests to capture (R2P’s), and some of them were rebellious omega scientists who’d been helping others escape or change their ranks. They defied the natural order, and they needed to be dealt with swiftly. With his ego boosted on high from his recent wins, he worried not about some of the legends he’d heard about the sirens and mermaids that inhabited the waters of the Italian coastline.

His bare feet trailed along the pearl-white sand as the sound of the smooth undulation of the rhythmic waves eased the rest of the tension that resided within his muscles for the day.

Y/N was watching the German General from afar on one of the fairy chimneys molded by the sometimes fearsome waves. Their wide (Eye color) had taken in their animalistic features. A dog. One that could survive water but not for an extended amount of time if dragged to the outer depths of the water.

‘He’s cute I wonder if he can swim.’ You mused to yourself, wondering how you could allure him to the ocean. ‘I might want to play with him though he has nice muscles, but I can tell he’d put up quite the fight.’ Your tail whipped behind you casing small waves just beneath the dark navy waters. ‘How fun it would be to hear his screams because by the looks of it I’m sure he’s relished in the sounds of others begging for mercy, with their pleas only falling on deaf ears. Those scratches and scars all of them tell a story.’ You decide that it might be fun to sung out a short siren tune one to relax the senses to draw him in.

Ludwig's dark brow ears lift up higher into the air he’s caught wind of the light melody that is floating like bubbles from the ocean. He’s skeptical at first but allow himself to be more alert but not ready to fight.

‘Seems that I’m not alone out here. Maybe someone has decided to be on a small boat and play a late-night love song of sorts; after all, Italians are known for that romance and vhat ever.’

After a few minutes go by, and with no luck of the German trying to approach the water, you decide to try another tactic to make the calm waves more enticing. You use one of your spells to make the waves have an enticing sparkle.

‘Was zur Hölle? Unmöglich!” The melody that you had been singing for a while was begging to hit Ludwigs' mind and have a slight effect.

‘That’s it, doggy boy, come to your death.’ Your voice gradually got a little louder so his mind could have a higher dosage of your hypnotic effect.

Ludwig’s feet inched towards the water until they were fully submerged.

Y/N began to venture closer to his target.

‘Oh this will be fun.’ He thought to himself as he prepared for his attack. ‘He should be lulled enough by now’ Within about five feet of him, his attention is still concentrated on the now-illuminated water that has an enchanting glow.

Who would ever want to take their eyes off of this magnificent sight?

Still in a trance and still unaware. Ludwig crouches down so that he can touch the water’s surface.

“No way can this be real.” As his palm is submerged in the cool waters so he could investigate what made the Italian sea so magical he felt something wrap around his right ankle.

“Verfluchte Scheiße!” (Fucking Hell) He’d fallen back into the shallow parts of the water.

He’d fallen for the sirens trick.

“Awwww don’t be afraid~” You tease. “I’m just a humble siren curious as to what a man of your stature is doing in a serene place like this? Don’t you have chaos to wreak somewhere?”

“ZHE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT AND WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?” He barks.

“Oh, poor Alpha. Afraid of a Siren? Hasn’t anyone told you that we’re real?” You allow yourself to show your sharpened teeth. “Afraid to be a victim instead of prey?” You let out a hearty laugh. It was nice to scare the shit out of a haughty Alpha every now and again. Legendary creatures like you deserve respect.

“You have no idea who you're talking to, you Omega of sorts!” He breaks free from the end of your tail. He moves so that he was standing again and from up close he had a far more imposing figure at 6 feet tall.

“Oooooh I’m so scared~” You back up a little. Sensing that if you stayed too close he’d bring you back to one of the many facilities and strip you of any freedom you had. Only to be sold off to some asshole as entertainment.

“I’m a head General and I’m the only one who can demand respect.” He spits out. The veins in his head were beginning to show.

“Ooooooooooooooooh.” You give him a wink as you summon your spear. You were going to take this asshole down. “Someone needs to cut down that overblown ego the lot of you Alpha’s tend to have.” You try to stab him directly in his heart but he backs away and puts his arms up for protection. You miss and make a deep gash within his forearm. Some of his blood gushes out quickly dissolving into the salty waters. You only heard a slight grunt from the now irritated Alpha General.

“You’re defiance is not cute you mermaid or whatever zhe hell you are!” As he tries to lunge at you, you swipe your tail in his face flinging some sand directly into his eyes. You weren’t going to be his victim tonight. A shocked yelp could be heard. You’d blinded your victim and once again your tail was on his ankle as you pulled into the depths of the glimmering sea. His only falls in with an audible thud as he hit the water.

“I’m not some weakling!” You shout out and you began to swim forward. Before you could even get within 5 feet deep of the ocean. Ludwig grabs onto one of the eroded rocks even with his eyes still closed. When you realized that you were unable to yank him further. You felt a few harsh kicks to your tail and released the angered General.

Ludwig used some of the water to wash his eyes clean of the sand and readied himself for a fight. He reached for his gun.

Had swam back to your original fairy chimney so you could see where he’d gone. He was swiving his head around searching for you.

“COME BACK OUT AND FIGHT ME BEAST!”

“Oh booooo how rude!” You yell out to him. A few gunshots fire off in your direction. “Time to bail. Until next time you cute but annoying German Dog man.” You giggle to yourself as you swim away. Ludwig was only able to hear an audible splash but couldn’t see where you’d escaped.

“Damn it. He got away.”

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The Golden Nightingale

(Formerly the Heart of Gold)

Prologue

In each new century there is a human that is born with a heart of gold . If that human is married, killed, or has made love to a nation that nation in turn will have the ability to become stronger, heal their economy, replenish their resources, etc. So you can imagine why nations have underground wars and hunting groups searching for that specific human during that century.

When the first human appeared in the 1300s England was the first to discover what his ancient family lineage had written about in one of his spellbooks. When he finally did find a human that met all of the characteris specified in the books he devised a plan. He built a type of friendship with the human first. Eventually he was able to ask them if sometimes they felt different from other humans and

‘Do you sometimes make the flowers grow?’

‘What?’

*Thwack*

The next thing that the poor human knew was they were shackled to the wall in a dark and dingy place. With a strange boy right before him.

“Well it is time to show you how well Kirkland's Family magic can obtain your powers.” The smallest of the three. He pulls out his wand and begins his heart harvesting chant.

As the light of days grows shorter

As the hunger of night grows near

From the depths of hell I summon thee

Harvesting hands time to reap for what I need.

From the dust and the cobweb filled room out sprung hands from the cobblestone floor. Made of rock and wind with a daunting grass hook in hand ready to strike.

Winter draws closer and I’m in desperate need

The hand draws back and calculates the trajectory to its target.

Bring me the Golden Heart so I can satiate my need

And just like that the human was gone but a blinding golden glow took the humans place. England collected the much sought after specimen and absorbed it in his wand. After a few moments any or the cuts or bruises that he had on his body vanished.

“I feel amazing!”

From there it was set in history that England would become stronger and control almost all of the world during the Age of Discovery, he had managed to become an empire with no real sign of being subdued.

Britain had become greedy and hated that each new century it was harder and harder to find the Gold Nightingale. Last time they had appeared in the U.S. (1794). While he was working out the finer details of the Jay Treaty it was hard bearing that trip somewhat of England as he was angered that he couldn’t hold onto America. He had failed to find the Gold Nightingale from 1400-1600 however the second human that he tailored to his needs he married and was able to gain more fertile land and build up his industries thanks to the added kick that came with being in love with a Golden Nightingale. Alas when the human died and could give no more, England laid them down to rest and from that point all of the surrounding land that lacked life suddenly became vibrant and healthy again. England felt himself become stronger for a few moments as the land around him expanded and held many hidden gems beneath the surface. The Golden Nightingales’ final gift.

The secret of the Golden Nightingale got out in the 1800s when the Napoleonic wars heated tensions between Britain and France. In a last ditch effort to prevent England from continuing his bombardment on him he threatened to tell the world about his secret. He learned about it through some crafty espionage. Due to England's pride he didn’t listen and didn’t believe France’s bluff. The world was told.

They heeded his message and countries began their own specialized hunts for the Golden Nightingales.

*Present Day*

You wanted to live a normal happy life. You were finally on the rise in your career and your creative platforms seemed to be taking off as well. Until several guards from the G8 came clamoring on your apartment door with a decree that you must be subdued and captured so that deliberations can begin.

“Uhhhh ….I’m not a criminal you know.” With your statement sounding more like a question.

“We know. You’ve just been born with a gift…..” He brings out a scanner and points it at your heart and for a few moments you felt strange…. A force had taken over your body and for a few moments you were transparent with nothing but your Gold Heart being visible to the eight guards.

“Yes! MY DUDES WE FINALL-” The American’s shouting was cut short from a slap to the head by an annoyed posh officer with messy yellowish hair. “HEY! The hell was that for?”

“Keep your voice down, you twat. It is 11pm at night and people do have to sleep.”

“My Country really needs this one guys I need some help restoring the canals and the drought really has taken a toll on me.” The whiny brunette Italian cries.

“Italy. Calm yourself. There has to be deliberations first on who gets zhem. We’ve discussed this already.”

“Well I would treat them with love and tenderness and that would show the lot of you on how to shine.” A longer haired guard with a heavily thick French accent chimed in. “They’ll become my territory and loving partner.”

The bickering between the eight of them got all the more intense. Except for the tallest who seemed to simply be fixated on your form and making sure you don’t try to escape. After a few more moments of arguing you’d had enough.

“Alright! THAT'S ENOUGH.” You shout over them. “If this is some dumbass prank, congratulations, I’m annoyed. I hope that is satisfying enough for you. Now, I have work in the morning so if you’ll excuse me-” As you tried to slam your door in the face of the obnoxious group the tallest had his large hand in the way preventing you from closing it and leaving a slight imprint of his hand on your door considering the amount of that collided with his palm.

“Nyet.” Was the old word he said while gazing down at you. While a smile was plastered to his face his eyes spoke a different type of truth.

“You go nowhere, Golden Nightingale.” The eight of them stated together in a creepy unison that made your skin crawl.

⭐️Hope you guys enjoyed this one I hope to continue to work on this one and others continuously. ⭐️

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Yandere bully country America scenario with a shy darling who‘s nice to everyone but only reserved to him, bcuz he‘s a big fat bully to her >:(… and also, darling gets asked out to a date by non-Yandere England and Mr Murica snaps >:) muahahaha

Alright here is your official warning it is a little violent and has a lot of cussing.

“Augh!” Y/N began to rub the temples The American asshole had brought a slingshot with him to the world meeting.

‘Fucking Monster. Why in the hell does he like to torment me? My nation has little to no contact yet he decides to be a dick to me. I which he would just go away.’ Y/N scribbled angrily in her diary in an attempt to stay calm and be the bigger person. There were also tears threatening to spill from her (e/c) eyes.

The malevolent blue eyes were still staring at her ready to fire another rock at her. This was all going on while another nation droned on about their rising GDP and how they needed just some help from the larger and more powerful nations. Not that America was really listening in the first place. No one commented on his rather uncouth behavior but that's because he was a superpower and could do as he pleased. No one got in his way while he was being an asshole unless they wanted a demon that would torment them relentlessly in every way imaginable. He watched you write in your journal vigorously. He always did malicious things to you: blocking your ability to join a cohort with your fellow medium-sized nations, giving you horrible trade deals, making you in debt to him, trying to ensnare your people to becoming American. All kinds of things would make any nation become unrecognizable. This would be for the most part permissible behavior overall for any major power in the world if he didn’t have tendencies to openly assault her during meetings. (Other times he’s tripped you, shoulder check you, and even has spilt hot coffee on your on a multitude of occasions.) America is basically outright abusive.

“AUGH!” another rock had collided with Y/N’s face. This time square in her forehead causing some blood to come leaking out. That last yelp caught the attention of some people sitting nearby you and they looked at you with either pity or annoyance. Seychelles knowing that America was being a dick rose her voice a little louder to try to assert dominance and try to keep Y/N out of America’s mind if even for a few minutes.

Y/N eyes were filling to the brim with fresh salt water tears, your heart began to race, palms became clammy with sweat as did your forearms and back. You felt nauseous all of a sudden and you knew you were not going to survive this meeting. You mind begins to drown out every sound in the room and you place your hands on the table to steady yourself. Japan decided to shoot her a text.

Japan: You okay y/n do you need water?

Y/N looked to the right to see the man who held no emotion in his eyes and had a gleam of concern within them and maybe even a hint of distress. Even he was becoming concerned with how aggressive towards you. You nod, but pack your bag and leave. You didn’t want to breathe the same air as the man who got off to tormenting you.

A few tears slid down your face but that was okay. You were escaping anyways.

As you left an awkward silence took over the room and no one dared to make eye contact with America. No one wanted to be his new punching bag. Except for a pair of emerald eyes that dare to challenge his icy blues. England simply removes himself from the room to find and comfort Y/N. Everyone watched England leave in a huff and once he was gone the uncomfortable silence caused a few people to laugh uncomfortably or cough. Seychelles continued on with her presentation in the cheeriest manner that she could carry.

Rushing out of the double doors and down the halls England summoned his familiar Flying Mint Bunny to help him get to Y/N quicker.

“She’s in the northing wing in the third room on the left.”

“Right O!” He picks up his pace. This was his chance to be a gentleman. Your Gentleman. Once he got to the room that you had hidden in he mentally tried to prepare himself. He rested his hand on the ivory door softly so as not to alarm you and tapped on it gently.

“Y/N? Y/N? Are you alright love?” He turned the handle and opened the door slowly. The room's lights were off and he could see that Y/N had settled herself on the back table buried in her arms. She was bawling her eyes out.

‘She’s in really bad shape.’ He walks over and presses a reassuring hand on her back. Y/N kept her head down. She flinched at first from his touch but allowed him to keep his hand on her.

“Why are you here England?” She said in her quivering voice.

“Because I’m worried about you love. I know America has been incredibly nasty to you. And I don’t want to allow that to continue. He’s a complete Jackass for hurting a lovely lady such as yourself. But it’s also because I love you….” then he paused at his words and tried to take it back.

“Because I care for you! Yes! Care for you that's it. That right eh?” He was clearly becoming flustered and tripping over his words becoming tongue-tied. “I will be your gentleman your knight in shining armor.” Your mind and heart needed a few moments to process his words. The way he spoke was so funny because it was rare when you saw the softer side of England. You began to giggle and the luger began to grow like sunshine breaking through dawn. The more that England listened to your heavenly voice the more his heart swelled with love. His pale cheeks were dusted by sugary pink fairy dust.

‘I really am in love, aren’t I? Blast and no one else through history has ever made me feel this way before. I really want to give my all to keep Y/N safe.’

“Hello? Earth to Mr.British Rose Tea.. are you….” You looked to your wrist cuffs to help ease the tension in your heart and to steady your voice and concentrate. “Sincere about loving me?”

England bit his bottom lip and was doing his best to remain composed despite being flustered.

“Yes….It is y/n?” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and rested his head close to your faces and whispered into your ear:

“I love you y/n so sign an agreement with me and I can and I promise I will treat you like a Queen and protect you.” Your skin pricked with excitement at the prospect of life being by England’s side. It also meant that America couldn’t hurt you as easily.

“We can be together.” His voice trailed of as he wrapped his arms around your waist and brought you into a steamy kiss. All of the words and actions were being viewed by a blue eyed monster who was not happy that you were cozying up to the British bastard. He closed his labtop and pulls all but one earbud out. He rises from his seat and leave the meeting as well.

‘That look in the Americans eyes. I hope eyebrows and y/n know how to hide well because those two will be goners if they don’t stay out of sight.” France worried for the safety of his friends.

Francis: Mon Ame eyebrows I hope you and y/n are far away from here America is coming.

By the time Englands phone received the message it was already too late.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER.” It sounded like thunder was cracking against your eardrums. America walked closer each step brought cracks against the marble floor. He flung you aside while he gripped England’s windpipe tightly, America snapped the British Gentlemens neck with one flick of his wrists and he wouldn’t recover for a few weeks.

“Arthur!” America snapped his head back to y/n’s shaky from that was trying to scurry backwards. America now wore a sweet yet mnetioning smile. He lunged at you and pinned you to the ground.

“You’ll never see the light of day again.” He pulled out a syringe and injected it into your neck. Your body began to feel light and you felt the liquid rush through your veins making you drift into the darkness, something you’ll have to become accustomed to.

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If you’ve got the time; could you write a scenario where the reader actually plays the game? And if possible do the two different endings? I’m curious how the demonic Canada would react either way since, in theory, it would be the first time they meet.

Me when I see one of my favorite writers in my inbox 🥺⭐️💓

Anyways I hope you enjoy!~

Official warning in place: Kinda violent, cursing, and there is an ending written where you die sooo yeah.

Viewer digression is advised.

Matthew was finishing off his cigarette when heat began to pass through his right forearm. Silver outlines of the sugar maple leaves and shadows of the many people he’s taken from the game, currently that number of souls totals at 12, and counting.

He inhales a final drag and exhales it like a dragon about to hunt for its prey. The smoke swirls around his head as a wicked smile graces his lips.

“Time for my next meal.”

‘When the wind blows, I can hear the demon.’

The sugar maple on Matthew’s arm disappears from his arm and becomes the floating maple leaves that you’re able to see during the game.

‘I will never be free if I can’t find my maple leaf.’

Matthew grabs his hockey stick and demonic whistle. He was eager to have another soul to devour and one that seemed powerful enough to match and possibly take down the likes of his boisterous elder brother.

Your heart begins to pound quickly as ice begins to pelt the inner depts of your soul.

‘May the breeze of winter guide me and my leaves to my soul.’

You’re shaken, your body collapses briefly onto the ice. Your agreement has been signed. You are immediately aware that you were in danger and you can not undo the path your curiosity has led you. You had to fight in order to win.

Matthew reappears onto earth near the edge of the frozen water.

He gets a look at the figure that is off into the distance and your soul energy is STRONG. He’s going to want to get a hold of you. Your soul is like a massive power boost that he could not afford to lose.

“Well time to scare the shit out of them.” He pulls out his red skull whistle. “You have 60 seconds to prepare yourself for the worst possible outcome.”

That earsplitting shriek into the void not only damaged your ears but it scraped at your heartstrings. While your brain was trying to recover from the scream ice skate materialized on your feet. They were black as an abyss and they felt like they were on fire. The blades were aglow with red and you began to see steam flow from beneath you.

“Oh shit! It’s melting the ice!” You knew you had to get moving.

Time spent just in one place will seal your doom with haste.

You started with some added pep in your step. It’s a little difficult with the small puddle and dent that had been made in the ice already. Plus you were trying not to concentrate on the pain that was beginning to course through your body. Those damned cursed shoes.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” you hop on one leg to an untouched part of the ice. You shift your weight from one leg to the other and begin to find your balance. Ice melted as you retreated to the center of the frozen lake. As you did so your body suddenly jolted forward and froze in place. Your face had almost gotten to kiss the ice.

“Nice to see my next meal. It's good to see you know how to bring me the perfect garnishes to decorate themselves.” Matthew slowly removed his glasses and placed them on top of his long shaggy blonde hair. He allowed himself to let his wings stretch wild and wide. He let his full form become formidable. He stood at 6”5 and allowed his horns and sharp fangs to materialize. He used his power to force your body to be upright and at attention. He wanted to brand the image of him into your mind.

You were in a living nightmare. A demon was in full form poised to slaughter you. You really didn’t want to know what the ‘seasonings’ comment meant. Your heart in your chest was pounding against your ribcage and was dying to run away. The air began to get colder and made your nose feel runny and numb. The winds picked up speed pounding your ears like charging horses. The leaves that you had collected from the Fall had floated out of your pocket and spun around you like a wild tornado. A wave of frost swept through your soul. It felt like you were being bathed in ice.

“You’ve signed the contract. There's no going back now.” His large grin revealed his hungry fangs. He then let your body plop to the frozen lake. Intentionally making sure some of the ice broke. He wasn’t going to let you slip away. Matthew brandished his decorated somewhat sinewy forearm and flaunted it.

“You’re going to be the 13th maple leaf to join my ever growing collection. And I have quite the appetite tonight.” He licked his lips. “Let’s get started (name). It’s almost dinner time eh?”

The leaves come to a sudden pause. The most beautiful leaf that had a radiating warm glow of red, orange, yellow, and brown suddenly gleamed red. It beamed brightly into your (eye color) eyes like a fire truck light.

“Amph!” was all you could hum since Matthew sealed your mouth.

“Alright name, you have 30 seconds left. Have fun trying to figure out how to evade me and catch your leaf. You’ll need to use this in order to obtain your leaf. He summoned a hockey stick to be beside you while he summoned his own. This was his scythe that would be meeting you soon enough. If you lose sight of it you lose, if you fall into the water you lose, and you only have four minutes to basically retrieve your soul. And (name) one more thing….”

He is relishing in the fact that you had only just barely gotten to your feet. It was nice to see panic consuming your face. The longer you stood in place the more you slipped into the ice.

“Ten seconds” he let out a loud shout and adorned himself with his hockey mask.

Your heart blared in your ears. Sirens blasted into the cold frigid night air. The sound resounded in your body like in alarm system had been set off. Matthew really wanted to make sure you were shaken well like a daiquiri. You’d soon be overwhelmed by the feeling when it gets to be too much. He wanted you on your knees, vulnerable and afraid.

The ending where you try but you fail miserably 👻

(White flag time for you) 🏳️🏳️🏳️🏳️🏳️🏳️🏳️

You didn’t have the necessary brain capacity to even look for your leaf. Your knees shake violently. Your entire muscle and nervous system was being overrun with ice and fear had consumed you. You tried to maintain your balance but you were like a deer being stunned by high-speed railroad lights.

You closed your eyes.

“One.” That was the last thing you heard before you felt something sharp stab both sides of your body. You soon found your way into the void where all you could hear was his taunting voice loudly in your head.

The leaf loses its glow and decorates the forearm of the Demon King of Maple Fleau.

The Ending where you beat the shit out of him!😈

You took in a deep breath and summoned strength from the depth of your soul. Whatever force you had summoned allowed you to be able to ignore the pain from the cursed skates Matthew had chained to you. You’re not losing to a bitch like him. Ma’ma didn’t raise no whimp. You pick up the hockey stick that was beside you and you rush at Matthew like a stampeding bull.

Your weapon came in contact with his mask and made a sizable crack above the right eye hole. Matthew grunts and loses his balance. He stumbles backwards as the leaf that is connected to your soul was released into the frosted ice. You don’t allow your (e/c) orbs to lose sight of it. You had been able to read about the game beforehand and how some people had been able to survive it. Out of the 15 people that played, only 3 people had survived and told the world of their horrors online. You had devised a plan and hit the ice near the opening where your leaf went. The wind was battering your eyelids but you refused to give up. You used the heat from your skates to make it easier to break through. You strike it 3 times with the force of a mighty archangel.

“Holy shit” Matthew was stunned. He had to act fast he was going to lose one of the best possible souls that he could collect.

You were already close to catching your leaf, it was almost in your grasp.

But, Matthew was hot on your heels.

“(NAME)!!! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE MY PLAYTHING!!!” He roars into the cold midnight air.

You ignore him and make your skates create sparks to melt some more ice and to spook him.

“Not today Satan!” You shriek at him and bash the ice behind you once so you could fuck up his skate path.

Your plan was working, Matthew slipped and tumbled down into the ice. It wasn’t long before he heard the ice being hammered into and the splashing of water.

“Yes!” He heard you shout to the heavens.

Too stunned to move or speak, a portal opened beneath him and swallowed him whole.

The Demon King of Maple Fleau has lost to you.

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Could I request a yandere? Alpha Russia with a feisty and bratty omega? Like I need to know what that would look like 💀 ignore this if you dont wanna though 😇

Hello! I love doing asks when I’m not busy as heck at work. I enjoy the escapism. 🌟 Hope you enjoy this and have a great Saturday or Sunday ☀️🌙

Hahahah in order for Ivan to deal with a super bratty Omega. He is all about dominance to the highest degree with little room for disobedience to be. That or occasionally he can be masochistic, had too much vodka, or he lost a bet to Alpha! Ruler Spain. This time Spain has chosen something that gets under Ivan’s skin immensely: having to date someone with the qualities he despises …. Demanding, disobedient, and bossy.

Antonio lights up a cigarette and takes a long drag before exhaling a cloud of smoke that reaches Ivans imposing nose. Antonio grabs a picture from his suit pants pocket and hands him a picture of you a medium sized omega that had a thing for Sanrio’s Kuromi, Choco Cat, and Badtz Maru. Just judging from the characters you aesthetically idolized he knew you were a self proclaimed ‘princess’ or ‘baddie’ or whatever that deserved respect and special privileges. His eyes rolled to the back of his head in disbelief.

“This is joke, da?”

“No, mi amigo. You got to do it. She’ll be at the Armada mall later today with her group of hive minded omegas that linger on her every word. So go get her and you have to date her for at least a month. Then I’ll bring back those trading deal negotiations and give you two ports where my authorities will turn a blind eye to.” He dangles your picture right in front of his agitated violet eyes.

With a labored sigh Ivan takes it and grabs his black military coat. He heads out into the overcast afternoon and gets into his Chauffeur.

“Where to sir?”

“The Armada mall, please.”

***********

It didn’t take long for the Russian and his height to find the adorable decked out in black lace and devil like bunny ears Omega leading her little pack. As he approached their group he could hear her endlessly babbling about her latest buys: 10-ft plushies straight from the Sanrio store.

‘She looks like she matches the definition of ‘brat’ and her tone sounds like chalk on a black board. Spain better be ready to hand over a free bottle of vodka and I might also ask him for confidential documents he may have on France and Prussia.’

Ivan takes in a deep breath and prepares himself for a rough few weeks.

‘At least charming them will be easy.’

With his formidable figure. He stood at 6’5, He had husky ears that stood high in attention, and with a white and gray brushtail that was an impressive 3 feet when pointed out from his back. It didn’t take long for them to notice the Alpha pheromones mixed in with his “Ciel de Gum” cologne The thick notes of spicy cinnamon and the woody scent of the Russian woods in early winter demanded the attention of the bratty omega and her entourage.

You allowed your eyes to wander up to the incoming distraction. You raised your eyebrow interest and thought to yourself how you could possibly-

“If you think you can control me, nyet. Small brat. But, I will treat you well if you can at least control some of your unsavory tendencies.”

A smirk graced your cute but devious face. You could at least try your hand at toying with him, even though Antonio told you that sort of thing wasn’t advised. Maybe you could at least get some decent pampering for a few weeks could be nice even if you did have to give yourself to him from time to time. Not bad and you did have a fun life to get back to since your new promotion would allow you to travel, write, and even have free time.

“Alright then Master Braginski~” You coo at him in a witchy way and do a cute curtsey. You were going to do your best to push all of his buttons.

Ivan pulls out a 24-Karat gold collar that has an amethyst adorning the front of it for you to wear.

“Well you’re going to need to keep this on at all times and I have the appropriate attire that you will be wearing that I want you to be in.”

Suddenly there were a few different Beta’s dressed in gray or black maid’s uniforms surrounding you and your group of Omega’s.

“It’s time for your sycophants to leave you. You have a learning curve to get over.”

Shaking all four disbanded quickly. They knew better than to get in the way of an Alpha and his probably larger entourage that was likely nearby.

���Pushy. Looks like I really am dealing with someone who really has a stick up their ass.” You say smugly while crossing your arms.

“Dammit Antonio.” Ivan pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. After a few moments of trying to calm his nerves he simply snaps his fingers and the Beta’s who are stronger than they looked grabbed you tightly by the ears.

“What the hell put me down! I’m your supposed lover or whatever!”

“Yes, but I own you. Lover = Object in this scenario. Since you're an Omega. Also your appearance is not to my liking. You need to be groomed properly if I’m going to be seen out in public with you.”

You were soon dragged off to Ivan’s immaculate townhouse that he had within the city. You were impressed but not amused with the situation that you were currently in. You wanted to realtor back in anger but Ivan showed you real quick in the car that he doesn't tolerate bullshit. He had bitten the side of your neck harshly after you had fought him while he tried to put the collar on you. Quite a bit of blood came dribbling from your neck and flesh had been damaged in the process. It would take you up until the end of this whole month-long ordeal for it to heal. You were going to have to swallow your pride, anger, and humiliation in order to survive but, not just that. You were going to figure him out and learn what makes him tick and then take him down.

“Sunflower, your angry face is cute but you're still bleeding and getting your blood on the marble floors. It will look like a murder scene in here.” He scolds lightly but does give you the stern look that demands that you listen or else the consequences will be worse than what happened in the car.

You roll your eyes but head over to him anyways.

“Sit , flower I need to disinfect the bite, da?” He had the medical alcohol out along with cotton balls and bandages. You sit in front of his giant figure and you allow his nimble but thick hands to help clean your bite mark wound. He purposefully will be a little rough and apply too much rubbing alcohol onto your wounds just to make sure it hurts.

You sucked in a really sharp breath and he cleaned the last hole that was leaking out blood and applied the long cotton bandage that would wrap around the nape of your neck.

“Asshole.” You hiss out.

Ivan pressed down hard on one of the bite mark openings.

“Ah!” You slink away only to be tripped by his tree trunk like leg. You let out a frightened squeak and you tumbled towards the floor. Just 5 cm before your face collided with the hard marble floor Ivan had caught you by the waist.

“Your resistance will make your time here difficult. You might want to drop your ‘baddie’ persona or whatever. Now come, time to get you cleaned up for dinner.” And with that statement he marches you to the tub room while you still have a scowl permanently etched onto your face.

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i just read your yandere alpha russia hc and i was wondering if you could do some yandere alpha england NSFW?

Ahahahahahha HERES LUNCH 🍱

Official warning is here: Not suitable for all audiences. Viewer digression is advised.

🇬🇧When he is going through the throws of rut he won’t roam to you, you come to him. He’s as sneaky as a serpent and has already sent special agents to your home to spray down your living space with his specialty concoction that he created himself. It has a few strands of his hair and a bit of his musk that carries his pheromones that give the potion an extra sensual kick that is sure to drive you into his arms.

🇬🇧He already went to the open air market to procure some tea that puts anyone who consumes it into an immediate rut or heat within 15-minutes after being consumed. He is aiming to have a 110% success rate of getting you in bed with him. He won’t stop until he exhausts every method he has from his book that came from the dark fae hell fires.

“My sweet Y/N no one can resist the flowering fae fertility song. Your body was made to carry on the Kirkland lineage.” A smile with crooked cracks that can lead one to believe that he was truly demented. But no one would stand in the way of the one who could breathe fire from his lungs.

🇬🇧Massively perverted half the time since he first met you he just wanted to see your jubblies bounce as you milled about during your day. He is not above having secret videos he has of you that some of his agents have grabbed of you.

🇬🇧He definitely has some of your knickers that he’s stolen from you before he started to court you. He is deviously sneaky that way all the while putting up his gentleman face. When that mask falls to the plush carpet of his living quarters he transforms into an aggressive beast when he’s beating the bishop while taking in your scent from your pilfered underwear. He’s been languishing far too long on his velvet wide wingback chair, limbs numb due to all of the blood that's been rushing to his Big Ben. He’s been preserving his sharpened scepter just for you.

🇬🇧He has three main modes in bed: perfect gentleman, a whiny bottom, or absolute sadist. Although a lot of time he’s a sadist that shaggs the living shit out of you while on all fours. He’s grabbing your tail, animal ears (if you have them), or roughingly pulling your hair like a worn out rag doll. Then he’ll be nice and let you ride him reverse cowgirl and let you dominate him. “Ah love! Slow down p….lease…” He’s having a hard time catching his breath as you are the ones with the reigns in your hands. It’s exhilarating for him (even if he won’t ever admit it) as you latch on to his wide kneecaps that are connected to his other ligaments that sewn together the toned body of the perfect British man. A body that drove your hormones into a raging wildfire whenever you laid your eyes on him.

🇬🇧Buggery is his favorite way to run himself into you over and over ruthlessly with great zeal. You will have to be on your stomach for a few days and allow him to help you around the house. Because he makes sure you’re not functional when he’s done.

🇬🇧He does have a favorite fantasy that he likes to roleplay with you. Where he is the world's most powerful wizard that has taken you from your friends and family. You’ll be dressed in a decadent royal blue dressing gown as he glides his hands over your supple breasts. He grips the cloud soft fabric and discards it to the cold pearl floor. He hoists you up onto the ice cold counter making your skin prick from arousal and temperature shock. Your thighs are gripped by his razor blade like nails digging into your soft and slightly sweaty skin. On one thigh he does manage to leave a long scratch that he will marvel at later. Your eyes make contact and it’s as if a string is connecting your bodies in harmony with one another to where you didn’t even realize he was already bell-end deep inside you. You’re not able to think straight. Your head is in the clouds, your heart is harmonized to his, and body coveted by his rock hard cock.

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Can you give some general spicy head canons for 2p FACE? (Yandere or no, your call!)

Going to write this one as non-yandere

Also viewer discretion advised for this post.

2p France

He’s a mix of sadist and masochist. During the under the sheet shuffle he likes to smoke but also burns out his cigarette on your smooth skin. He loves being chained up or chaining you to the bed-post, chair, etc.

He’s also into (scented) candle play. He liked to have hot wax poured on his torso and arms.

He does occasionally like lingerie but only in colors of black or grey.

Outside of these things Francios isn’t the kinkiest person ever. Unlike his 1p. But both of them tend to rely on their skills to romance you. Which tends to work out pretty well. However, for Francios, he has to write down his feelings and passionate words because he’s not the greatest at speaking. His inflection may not be correct or it will be off-putting. So if he’s got something romantic to say to get you into bed expect that it will be written in a letter and you’ll find it on your side of the bed. This will usually kick-start the night's fun.

2p England

Heavens this man is nothing but repressed crazy and kinks.

He’s confirmed to like to put his specially made frosting that has aphrodisiacs in it to keep the both of you going for hours. He will paint your body with it. He will also <depending on how bad of a day that he’s had>

Will tie you down to the dining room table and have you blindfolded. He will dress your from head to toe with some elaborate sweets. He will film all of this.

“Oh poppet you look so lovely~”

He will use that video later on as a pick me up. His favorite time to view it is usually when he’s having his morning tea or when he’s at a meeting that he really would have preferred to not attend.

He also adores dressing you up in cute poofy dresses that have similar color scheme to his normal clothes. SO lots of pink, blue, white, and the ocassional yellow.

2p America

A complete sadist in bed. He’s as ebil as he is in bed as he is in the streets. He will make it an agnoizing process when trying to release. The fucker won’t allow you to unitl one of three thigs happens: you’ve begged him, you cry, or he’s satiated by the level of torment you’ve endured during the session. To put it simply he loves controlling your orgasims.

It’s a give that he’s rough in bed. SO expect plenty of hickeys, scratches, and bite marks that will litter your body.

He will sometimes chian you to the edge of the bed and have at you relentlessly. I hope you don’t have any pland for the nest couple of days because your painin your neother region will range from to severe to kill me now levels of pain.

2p Canada

He may not say it out loud but he thinks his form is absolutely glorious and enjoys showcasing it. He will wander around the house naked on purpose as his way of saying I want to bone you right now please. He will drape himself all over you if you’re doing a stationary activity like reading a book or playing a video game. If your moving around the house cleaning or something else then he will linger nearby waiting for you to notice him and his alluring appearance and muscular lumberjack body.

Unlike hos brother he’s gentle with you for the most part. He enjoys to take it slow and allow the budding passion to build and flourish. He takes his time to make sure you’re comfortable and actually enjoying yourself.

The thing is you have to communicate with him about what you like in bed. He’s not the greatest at reading into subtleties when it comes to intimate relationships but he will try for you.

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Can you o Demon Spain's game please.

Me: Finally stops talking about writing and does it~

Here you go 😊

Bullet Bulls

The game is simple enough and has plenty of appeal for children to adults. It’s fun especially for Spanish youth to do his ritual in Parque Nacional de Garajonay or Parque Nacional de la Caldera de Taburiente to tempt the demon and the legitimacy of his game. Which some people have come to these forests and others to do and have never returned. Or have done so and have been traumatized for the rest of their lives. The game may only have a few simple rules but it’s also another demon game that can only be played when the sun has gone away.

When you have all the necessary items for the gameplay: a tomato, red flags, white flags, only three rosaries <Spain won’t like it if you bring with you more than that to try to repel him and win his game. You have a 75% chance of him coming at you right at the gate if you’re trying to cheat him and he’ll make a terrible entrance and depending on his mood will decide whether you’ll die or come out with some really bad scars. Sooooo choose wisely.>, and a few fake skulls.

Go to a forest or a wide open area where you’ll have plenty of room to run but to also stay hidden if need be. It’s also way better to play this game with friends and take the massive edge off that Spain has when he’s in all out gremlin goin get ya mode.

Once all of the items have been placed far apart from each other you and / or all of your friends have to recite this chant just as the sun bids goodbye to your side of the planet.

“As dusk abounds. The pieces have been laid. Carredo, who ceases the bulls and collects human souls, comes out to play until dawn breaks through the sacred seal of night, unless we meet our imminent plight.”

Once you feel a rush of cold rush past your bodies and a different amount of olives will appear in your pockets. You can use these to repel / distract Antonio for about 30 seconds if he’s hot on your tail and trying to kidnap you during the game.

A tomato will land in the middle of you signifying that the game has begun. So you’d better run, studying stationary is ill advised.

This game involves a ton of running around in the dead of night so have a flashlight but try not to look at the illusions because they will harm you if you look at them for too long. That also means if you’re less than 10ft away from the skulls….. You’re within capturing reach. So if you suddenly have burning ears and a speeding heart…you should run because you’re in immediate danger. There is a point of no return when you see a devilishly handsome Spanish man with glowing verde eyes…. Yeah it’s too late for you. You’re a goner.

His voice will sound like angels harmonies singing in your ears. The only thing that can get you out of this is if there is a white flag near you that you’re able to see while you’re trying to peel your attention away from the charming man. The flag can distract Spain for a few minutes. It reminds him of someone he has a long standing crush on / desire to marry. But doesn’t talk about it often.

The red flag is also a tool but it’s not for the faint of heart. You’d be playing the role as a matador and Spain is the enraged bull charging at you. However if you don’t make him fall on his face fast he will begin to multiply and other demons …his followers will begin to hunt you down as bulls that not only multiply each 30 seconds that you don’t make Spain topple over but they all gradually increase in speed. All of the demons helping Spain out know that he wants to watch you squirm on your ever diminishing odds. So don’t pick up a red flag unless you’re really ready to accept that consequence. Once you pick it up you CANNOT go back on that decision even if you throw it away from you that’s the only thing that can help you.

The rosary you’ll be safe for the rest of the night and if there are more than one player involved. If not then Spain will still be at a disadvantage. He won’t be able to come within 10ft of you until Sunrise. So he has to come up with elaborate traps in order to subdue you.

So have fun with this game. It’s one I’d play but I sure as hell would not pick up that red flag. XD

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can if ask for Demon Games! Canada?

🍁The Floating Maple Leaves 🍁

Alright, Canada’s game is risky as hell, even more so than some of the other ones, because you need to know how to ice skate (or you’re screwed), or you’ve got great balance; you can run in ice with ease, and you have some strength to you. Allow me to explain:

Before the Winter begins in Fall, you’ll want to harvest the best of the Canadian leaves that have flown from the trees and drifted to earth. Collect the brightest and the best because you’ll be beside yourself if you can’t see their bright glow amidst the dark winter water.

When the seasons begin to transition from Fall to Winter the cold breeze will begin to turn the Northern American lakes to ice. That’s when it will be time to place the biggest Canadian leaf you have onto the water's edge and allow it to drift away, and then chant out this incantation to start the game:

‘Red, Gold, & Orange as the leaf can be may it shine brightly amidst the inky waters. When the wind blows, I can hear the demon. I will never be free if I can’t find my maple leave. May the breeze of winter guide me and my leaves to my soul.’

The previously calm winter-tide winds became chaotic. It was time for you to release the other leaves you collected in the Fall. Once in the wind, they will ignite and become bright orange and yellow firefly lights. They are your guides. Do not lose sight of them. If you do, you’ll have no way to win the game, and you’ll become Demon King Canada’s plaything.

You’ll feel sharp frostbite on your soul, and you won’t feel too great for a few moments. Your soul has been connected to the leaf, and you’ve got to get to it first before Canada catches it or before it sinks too low beneath the crashing waves. You’ll hear a loud yell that pierces the night and terrifies all the forest fauna. That’s your cue to flee upon the ice.

Once you start the game, there is no turning back. Matthew will give you one minute to get ahead of him before he tries to hunt you down on the ice. When he does catch up to you down’t turn around it will terrify you with the mask he’s wearing, and it doesn’t help much that he’s decked out in full hockey gear and in his complete demon form.

You also have the daunting task of picking up a hockey stick during your one your high-speed ice chase. It’s the only way that you’ll be able to break the ice that it’s trapped under. But also try to use your whack to the ice conservatively and not hit it too much, making it possible for you to fall in the water and lose.

You have to worry about the final piece of this game evading Matthew because he’s trigger-happy with his hockey stick. What makes it worse is that it’s made of metal and can heat up and melt ice. So it’s possible he could surround you. So you must be aware of what he may do to the ice. Additionally, he’s not against whacking you like a whack a mole with his weapon like a 7-year-old whos been sugar deprived for a month, and there is a bucket of Kinder Eggs on the line.

Hahah. God I think I’m funny as hell.

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Yandere! Demon England: Song Manipulation

Mating Season AU

Updated: 2 Jan 2023 1:25am

Anyways this is your official warning. This post has spicy overtones all over it.

Demon King England in his attempts to become strong once again he goes up to the human world to hone his skills. He has taken samples of songs that can make permanent imprints on the mind and has intertwined them with his spells.

'Sometimes in order to have a proper spell you need a perfect lure.'

Your body lurched forward. It was fighting back intense, passionate urges. Your limbs to your gut, down to the soles of your feet to your ignited nether regions. England, of course, would be the one to activate such a fervent compulsion…..and lit up in a sinfully blessed way.

Amorous melody- It made the intended target begin to sing beautifully and sensually. You did a dance routine that made one get hot and bothered when you allowed your legs to stretch from one end to the other. Unveiling your neither regions to stretch more to become vulnerable to the leering eyes of that green eyes bastard you hated so much. You hated how you had to anticipate the coming activities that would take place once the cursed moon in his domain rose to the highest point in his land.

Even the brimstone fae's infernal flames wouldn’t be able to extinguish. (I’m trying to think of a sense setting, aren’t I?)

Your body wouldn’t stop trembling with longing desire, so you allowed your vocal cords to vibrate and harmonize with the air that they took in. The oxygen in your diaphragm gave life to the blissful notes. You were struggling. Zealous aphetic pleas to make love…. To fight him, but you can’t or you…can?

The image of those greedy green emeralds orbs that wanted to make a five-course meal out of your figure. No inch of skin would go without a marking from him.

YOU WANTED THAT!

No…NO! NO you Did-...’t

The spell that you were under left your brain in shambles. You were a ventriloquist dummy that was having an existential debate with yourself while he still got to hear that melody flow from you like a tidal wave. Making you sing hymns of love and having perfect Chemistry together to become solvent between each other's skin.

You sang:

“Yeah, you got me hypnotized under your spell

I know I’ll go home with you tonight, oh yeah

When I get you closer to my body

Wanna feel your hands all over me!”

(Yes, a song sparked this short fantasy I had while on my commute home. I had to toss it into existence before I fell into the void for the night.)

The puppet master is also the King of the Kingdom of Pride. So you were going to perform well …no BETTER! Really arouse him and amuse his ego. He was a King, after all. And you were his lovely human “jester.” Your job with him was to appease him in any way you could, especially sexually. The most intimate parts of your body were swelling will blood and brimming with desire. He continued to put pressure on your lungs so that you could continue to fight between your urge to fight him and fuck him.

😈Song that possessed me to write this. 😈

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