#Arthur Kirkland x Reader

[mimicmimikyuwrites]

Giving Him Head - (W/ America, England, Canada) x GN!Reader SMUT

Summary: Smutty little scenarios where you go down on some (America, England, Canada) of the nations. Yup. 💕

Contents/Possible Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving), Hair Pulling, praise kink (kinda), implication of multiple orgasms, SMUT, MDNI

America (Alfred F. Jones)

Alfred had always been fond of throwing large parties, a firm believer in "go big, or go home." The biggest one he threw each year had to be his birthday party. He could go all out with fireworks, cookouts, and every red-white-and-blue-colored food he could ever ask for or dream of having. The presents were a nice thing to get too, but you always gave him his favorites.

Usually, he'd receive it after everyone had left and gone home, leaving only the two of you, but today he wanted one a bit earlier, leading you to sneak off with him to a secluded area of the house while everyone remained outside.

"Fuckfuckfuck," he groaned, tugging at the locks of your hair while you sucked on his cock, stroking what you couldn't fit with your hand. He had been pent up all day, especially after seeing you dressed in the stars and stripes of his nation's flag. You looked irresistible to him for the entire day, so much so that he didn't think he'd make it this long without either of you touching each other.

"That's it, you're doing such a good fucking job," He praised, throwing his head back with a loud moan as you paid extra attention to the tip, swirling your tongue around it as the salty taste of pre-cum filled your mouth. He was being loud like he always did. It was his day today, and he'd be damned if he didn't enjoy every last bit of it.

He began to lightly thrust upwards, hips meeting the up-and-down bobbing of your head. You looked so beautiful like this, lips wrapped around his thick length while you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes filled with wanton desire. Oh, he was going to wreck you later after all the guests outside had returned home. You were his favorite birthday present, after all.

England (Arthur Kirkland)

Arthur was a composed man who did his best to act like a true gentleman to those around him, especially to you. He kept his words and actions proper, but no one can maintain their composure every moment of their life. Especially not when they have their partner on their knees for them and ready to please.

"Fuck," He cursed, the sound drawn-out and a lewd cross between a moan and a whine. He was rarely ever this vocal, but with your lips wrapped perfectly around his cock as you managed to take the whole of it inside your warm, wet mouth, he thinks he could forgive himself for being a little too loud. When you look up at him through eyes that look too innocent for the act you're doing, his composure slips even more.

"Just like that, love," he manages to get out shakily, already close from how well you're taking him. "You're going to make me cum." He moans, hands finding themselves buried in your hair, light pulling at your soft locks as you manage to take him in even deeper, your bobbing up and down with an increased speed.

The delicious, almost pathetic noise that escapes him makes something click inside if you, and you know things aren't finished here until he's a broken, babbling mess of the gentleman he portrays himself as. He was yours to ruin, after all.

Canada (Matthew Williams)

Matthew had always been a people-pleaser, more ready to do things for others than he was for others to do for him. He was a sweet man in every aspect, and you believed that type of good needed to be paid back double, even if he insisted that it didn't. It took a decent amount of coaxing and reassurance to get him in the position you were in now.

"P-Please–" He stuttered out, only to let out a loud gasp that turned into a whiny moan as you swallowed his cock whole. He didn't know what he was begging for; was it more? Was it less? He didn't know anything other than that the warm wetness of your mouth around him felt overwhelmingly good. He had already cum once, but you showed no intent on stopping.

He was already close again; the sight of you on your knees in front of him, combined with the way you were taking him, was growing to be too much for him to handle. His hands found themselves grabbing at the bedsheets below as he tried to delay what was to come and enjoy the moment a little longer, but you grabbed them, moving them to your hair.

"Pull it, be as rough as you want, I won't break." You told him quickly before your mouth returned back to his cock. He let out a soft moan, experimentally tugging on your locks, pleasantly surprised when a moan of your own left you while you continued to bring your head up and down. Maybe, just maybe, getting rewarded for his good deeds wasn't so bad after all.

[hwsing]

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

what the brit’s like in bed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[doki-doki-imagines]

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

Ludwig Beilschmidt:

-He is so surprised. Like, shocked.

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

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

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

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

Arthur Kirkland:

-He worries a lot!

-Not for you, for the rival obviously.

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

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

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

Françis Bonnefoy:

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

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

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

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

[siren-serenity]

the ways i say 'i love you' 🌈

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

reading a book together

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

tea time together

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

sunsets

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

[melis-writes]

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

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

This Moment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[somehow-a-writer]

A Curious Flying Friend {England X Reader}

It was a cool autumn day, not too warm nor cool with a gentle breeze and few clouds scattered through the beautiful blue sky. (F/N) decided to take a walk through the woods behind your house, you had taken plenty of walks through there while exploring it and had found a waterfall that you loved to sit by to get away from everything and relax. Today was one of those days you decided to walk there and sit against the trunk of a large willow tree. Along the way, (F/N) made sure to be careful of the surroundings, not just your typical tree root but also anything of the supernatural variety, after all, you did not want to upset anything—especially any fae in the surrounding woods. Upon making it to the waterfall, you sigh contently while any tension in your shoulders slowly melted away, no matter how many times you visited it was always a breathtaking sight.

(F/N) walked to the giant willow tree, sitting down at the base of the trunk before pulling a thick book from your bag and opening it. With only the sounds of the waterfall, the surrounding nature, and your heartbeat. It was true bliss. A few fae appeared, coming out from the forest, from the other side of the lake, and began gathering different items. Upon noticing (F/N) they smiled and waved at the familiar human. Having looked up at the noise, you returned their smile, waving back at the few fae that you had grown used to seeing around this area of the forest. (F/N) was quite accustomed to anything to do with the mythological at quite a young age, that was after you had learned at least the basics of most creatures.

Before you could return to your book, you felt something land on your head. Well, more like it plopped down on your head. You glance up, trying to see what it could've been aside from hearing it trying to catch its breath, the poor thing sounded tired. From what you could tell it had long ears and was a mint color, your best guess was it was some type of mythological creature but couldn't place anything with just those two things. Setting your book to the side, you very carefully and gently picked the creature up and brought it down in front of you for a better look. As (F/N) brought it down, the creature perked up slightly, watching the female curiously the mint-colored animal tilted its head while its ears perked up. After looking over for a moment while taking in its looks,  your (e/c) eyes filled with genuine curiosity, you noted it looked like a typical bunny but it had mings and was completely colored like mint ice cream. You giggle softly as you set it on your lap, petting it lightly while watching it nuzzling into your touch. It warmed up to you surprisingly fast, (F/N) took notice and assumed it was somehow used to people, though you still had absolutely no idea what it could be. Well aside from being rather cute that is, that was definitely obvious.

(F/N) went back to the book that was temporarily forgotten about, still petting the flying bunny in your lap. A few minutes passed by before you could hear distant shouting, it was still too faint to make out so you continued on your book, making sure to keep to also pay attention to the yells for if they got closer. They did in fact after a little bit more, it sounded like a male's voice shouting a name. "-BUNNY!? WHERE DID YOU GET TO!?" 'Bunny? Could they potentially be looking for this cutie? Hmmm... It doesn't seem fazed, I'll wait a bit longer...' You thought to yourself, scratching under the mystical bunny's chin, which it replied happily to.

The voice eventually grew louder till before you knew it a figure was bursting from the forest, a few feet from where you were sitting. You look up towards the sound of the noise, not having much time to get up earlier due to getting slightly distracted with your book, you notice a male looking around. He had shaggy blonde hair, his clothes slightly messy and torn from running through the forest but nothing that couldn't be easily fixed. He sighs, scratching the back of his neck as he makes sure to slowly take in his surroundings, obviously looking for something or someone. "Flying Mint Bunny where could you have possibly gone this time?" Upon hearing the voice, the creature in your lap sits up, looking towards the male. "Oh? Do you know him, little one?" You look between the two, standing up while holding the fluffy winged bunny close to you, and began walking over to the mysterious male. 

"Excuse me, i-is this who you c-could be looking for, sir?" (F/N) asks, trying to hold back the nervous stutter which was difficult around new people. The male turned around studying you for a moment, a small blush growing as he started into your (e/c) orbs, (h/l) (h/c) blowing in the gentle breeze, almost forgetting to respond. "O-Oh, apologies for staring... To answer your question though, yes, that is precisely who I was looking for. She loves to fly off to distract me, essentially forcing me to take a break. Thank you for watching her. What is your name?" He states with a friendly smile, his English accent making you blush a little. "I-It was no problem... My n-name is (F/N) (L/N), may I ask yours as well?" You ask, sticking your hands out with Flying Mint Bunny in them towards the British male, who carefully takes her, scratching her head a little. "Oh my, excuse me how ungentlemanly of me, my apologies dear. I'm Arthur Kirkland, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." You shake your head, smiling at the two with a little chuckle, thinking about how cute they looked together. "It's fine, no need to worry. The pleasure is all mine Arthur.”

"If I may ask dear, you can see Flying Mint Bunny, can you do magic or see any other mythological things?" Arthur asks, tilting his head slightly. "I don't do magic but I can see mythological creatures and such, basically my whole life. What about you, Mr. Kirkland." You nod, despite Arthur looking around your age, it seemed right to use mister when referring to him. With a light chuckle upon hearing himself being called 'mister', he responds. "There's no need for formalities, please just call me Arthur, (F/N). Also, I can do magic as well as see different creatures. Most of my friends don't take me seriously about it... It's nice meeting someone else who can see, however. U-Um... I-If you're not busy, would you be i-interested in having some company?" A  blush quickly spread across his face, glancing away at the end. Arthur understood if you didn't but was honestly hoping you would, you had piqued his interest immediately and it only grew. "Hm? O-Oh yes, that's completely fine! I would actually enjoy that quite a bit, you seem like an interesting guy, Arthur." You replied, blushing as well with a small smile. Arthur nods, following you back to where you were sitting under the willow prior to his arrival.

The two of you talked for hours, continuing until you noticed it was starting to become nightfall, and agreed it was a good idea to start heading back. Arthur and (F/N) carefully walked together through the woods towards the town, continuing to chat along the way. As it grew darker through the walk in the forest, Arthur kept (F/N) close, making sure nothing happened to his new friend. After a bit, they made it out and to the other side of the forest. "Hey um... If you'd like, you can stay at my house for the night, we have a spare room you can use. O-Only if you want to though! J-Just thought I would o-offer because it's right over here and I wasn't sure how far your house was and-" Arthur cut off your rambles before you got the chance to panic anymore over a potential misunderstanding. "Thank you for the offer, dear, I would greatly appreciate it. That is, as long as it's no trouble to you or anyone else." "It's no problem! I share it with my friend, and we have an extra room. I'm not sure if it's occupied already or not, but we can always figure something out if that's the case." You explain, taking his hand in your own without thinking as you lead him towards your house. Arthur's face instantly flushed at the contact, thankful that the night and staying behind you could mostly hide this. 

After you both had entered the house, you took off your coat and shoes, setting them aside, Arthur did the same, following your lead. "Are you hungry? I think we have some leftovers or I can make something quick?" "N-Now that you mention it, I am hungry. I'm fine with whatever you choose, love." (F/N) nods, heading towards the kitchen as Arthur and Flying Mint Bunny follow, you open the fridge and scan its contents for something, anything. "How about some (f/f)?" Arthur nods, you take it out and put some on two plates, warming them up quickly before setting them on the nearby table. "Would you like anything to drink?" "Water is fine. Thank you for dinner, you're quite the sweetheart." Arthur compliments, taking a seat at the table while smiling at you. Now it was your turn to blush as a shy smile creeps its way to your lips while you get a couple of glasses of water. "Y-You're welcome a-and t-thank you as well. You're quite lovely yourself." You state, returning to the table and setting the drinks down before sitting. You ate in a comfortable silence and once you were finished, Arthur helped you wash up the few dishes you used.

"Would you like a shower or anything? I might have some clothes that my brother gave me that you could wear if you wanted. One moment while I check if the guest room is available." Arthur nods as you walk down the hall, left in the living room to consider your polite offers. You heard your friend talking to a couple of people in their room, stopping before the door you gave it a knock. "Come in, (nickname)!" You heard a voice shout from the other side, you open the door and peer in, noticing a couple of friends of your friend in there as well, meaning the guest room would most likely be unavailable. "Hey, just a quick question. Was anyone planning on using the guest room tonight?" "Yeah, these two were. Why, what's up?" "Oh nothing, I offered to let a friend stay over since it had gotten dark out when we returned and just trying to plan where they could stay. Thanks (friend's nickname), see y'all later then. Have a nice night!" You say before closing the door again and heading back towards Arthur, you had a gut feeling this would happen but had to check anyway.

Arthur looked up from Flying Mint Bunny quickly once you returned, cheeks tinted red. "I'm sorry to say that the guest room will be occupied soon tonight... You can sleep in my room or the couch if you prefer, I-I'm sure we can set something up quickly either way." "No worries love, it's quite alright." Before Arthur could continue, Flying Mint Bunny whispered something in his ear, causing his blush to turn a few shades darker. "What are you saying, I couldn't possibly ask something like that of her!" "Hmmm? What did she say?" You tilted your head, walking closer. Arthur shook his head, quite embarrassed, as he mumbled barely loud enough for you to hear. "She said I should ask to sleep in your room... I couldn't possibly, we just met and it doesn't seem very gentlemanly of me to bother you like that..." "Ooh. It's no trouble, really. As long as you're comfortable with it I don't mind. It's not like anything will really happen." You giggle a little, but your cheeks were tinted pink. Arthur hesitates for a moment before nodding. "It you say so, love. If you don't mind, I would like to take you up on the shower offer. I would hate to dirty your sheets, I was running through the forest after all..." Arthur chuckles slightly, rubbing the back of his neck as he stands. "Of course, let me grab some clothes for you and show you the way." Walking back down the hall you showed Arthur where the bathroom was before grabbing some towels as well as a change of clothes that you got from your older brother. (F/N) returned and passed Arthur the times before explaining where your room was and the door would be open for him when he was finished. Exchanging nods, you left for your room as Arthur closed the door and did what he need to.

After a bit, Arthur walks toward your room with the clothes he was wearing neatly folded in his hands. His hair was still pretty wet as the towel hung closely over his head while the shirt you gave him was in his other hand, he wasn't one to wear shirts to bed due to comfortability. As he walked in you glanced up, the heat rising to your face again quickly. You looked him over, noticing he was fairly in shape, not the type to have abs but the type to tell he did occasionally work out. 'Shit, he's quite the looker, isn't he. Fuck, look away, look away, don't let him catch you checking him out!' You scold yourself mentally almost immediately, glancing away as he sets his clothes on the floor. "Um here's the shirt you added, I can put it on if you want but I typically don't wear them to bed due to comfortability." Arthur explains, setting the shirt at the end of your bed before trying to dry his hair off as much as he could. 

You shake your head, picking up the shirt before getting up and putting it away. "It's o-okay, you don't have to especially if you're more comfortable like this. We don't have any air mattresses and the floor isn't terribly comfortable... My bed has enough room for two and some extra space as well, i-if you don't mind sharing for a night..." You say, growing quieter at the last sentence, a blush returning to both your faces. "I-I don't mind. A-And I promise, I-I wouldn't dream of doing anything to you, love!" Arthur says, nerves taking over a bit. You giggle a little as you turn out the lights and climb into bed. "It's alright, I didn't think you would. After all, you're quite the gentleman Arthur. Goodnight, I hope you rest well." You say sleepily, exhaustion suddenly hitting you as your head hit the pillow. Arthur smiles, climbing into bed and laying down beside you. "Thank you, love. You're quite wonderful. Goodnight and sweet dreams, (F/N)." You smile as sleep over takes you before you could respond. 'He really is a gentleman. I hope we can become better friends, maybe more one day. Maybe...' Was the last thing you remember thinking before being completely overtaken by sleep. Flying Mint Bunny curled up near some of the plushies on your bed, happy her friend seemed to have found someone he could connect with so quickly. Her curiosity finally about this person seemed to finally pay off with this meeting earlier that day. She was grateful to finally meet this curious (h/c) finally after seeing them pass through the forest so often.

Note: This was inspired by a friend's suggestion for the plot. They had no idea what fandom it was for, the only premise given was "cute fluffy shit" xD to which they responded with "a curious bunny." Which wasn't really mentioned till the end, slightly cause I forgot but oh well. It's in there and makes it seem like Flying Mind Bunny is some kind of adorable mastermind lmao

[darkwaltz-blog]

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

.PUNK! ENGLAND WITH A CHEERFUL S/O.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[suvidrache]

Cooking With England Fluff

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

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

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

He responded, stating he didn't have any.

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

He agreed and texted you his address.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How about a trifle?"

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

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

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

"Do you have some Unagi?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you have any scissors?"

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

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

"I need some plastic wrap."

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

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

"Where's the sesame seeds?"

"The top door on the left."

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

"The unagi should be done."

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

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

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

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

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

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

You asked as you looked over at England.

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

"Where are the plates?"

"Top right door."

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

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

"What would you like to drink?"

"I'll take some water please."

England left and returned with two glasses of water.

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

"This is good!"

You both said in unison.

"Thank you."

You both said again.

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

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

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[burntanus]

Hello! My commissions are currently open, I am firm on pricing, but willing to discuss holding any paintings/prints within reason :^). For examples of my art, please dm me through my messages/asks.

You are allowed to request more than one painting/print at a time, please note that this may take me longer to get it to you though. Hope to hear from yall soon! 💖

[yawujin]

I was wondering if I could request how the Allies + Canada would react to meeting an immortal? (Not a personification - so could be vampire, witch, mutant (kinda like wolverine he's over 200 tears old), or any other immortal being). -🪽

request | how the allies would react to an immortal

type | react , gender non specific reader , sad-ish(?) , blood mention

america/alfred f. jones ♡

he's ecstatic

takes you to meet tony ofc

asks you like, a thousand questions on what it's been living for so many years

he can relate to you in so many ways, being a country himself

although he still feels so young (he's only 245 years old after all)

england/arthur kirkland ♡

arthur became instantly intrigued by you, seeing as you were a witch

he knew a few things about magic too, so he thought you two could relate

however, the magic you knew blew whatever he's learned out of the water

forgetting his pride, he goes to you for help whenever he messes up a spell

he truly enjoys your presence and is so grateful that he was able to meet you

france/francis bonnefoy ♡

francis couldn't believe his eyes

he thought he knew you from before, a long, long time ago

with every question he asked you, the more curious he became

even if you were not the person he thought you were

he's still interested in your life, and your endless experiences

he's happy to share his with you, too

canada/matthieu williams ♡

shocked that you came up to him first

even more shocked that you thought he stood out from the crowd

he tries to get over it quickly so he can listen to what you have to say

when you tell mattie you're an immortal, a million questions come flooding to the forefront of his mind

he's excited, sure, but he's also a diplomat so he takes it step by step

he's just happy you entrusted him with this secret of yours

russia/ivan braginsky ♡

when you reveal to ivan that your upbringing was just as hard as his

he finds it within himself to sympathize with you, and comfort you

you do the same, after a while realizing that it might be better to focus on the good things in your lives

he reminisces with you about all the good times he has had in all the years he's been russia

and you let him talk, for you know that it's been a while since he's had anyone that wants to listen to him remember the happy things

china/yao wang ♡

there are very few things that scare yao, so you being a vampire does not faze him

he's seen a lot in his lifetime (he's old)

he'd rather you feast on blood away from the expensive silks he has in his home

scolds you for staying up late (no, he does not care that you're a vampire and that's just what you do)

he always has fun trying to guess which century you are from (you'll never tell him, even if guesses correctly)

˚✧ ₊˚ nordics headcanons

[merbear25]

cw nsfw

haiiii i forgot if i asked this but maybe e ame with breeding kink :3

an d england too ofc ofc

Hey, hey! I can't deny that I'm a sucker for a breeding kink, so I was happy to write this for you. I went with headcanons, so I hope you like it 💜💜

America and England with a breeding kink

CW: NSFW!! MDNI!! fem!reader, headcanons, mentions of impregnating reader, vaginal creampies

America

He didn't realize he had this kink before meeting you, but when he sees how good you are around children, something in him just cllicks.

He's a bit embarrassed about talking to you about it mostly due to the fact he has no idea how to bring it up.

Not only did you never discuss wanting to have kids, but you were also extremely careful when having sex: using condoms and birth control were a must. However, the desire to fill you completely with his cum was gnawing at him.

When he asks you about exploring this option, he's fairly surprised that you're willing to indulge him in his fantasies. He's not complaining, though!

Before trying it, you two had a discussion about what you'd do if you got pregnant. You pushed this discussion more than he did.

During your first time having sex without a condom, you're both nervous about the 'what if' situation.

That being said, the chemistry between the two of you overpowered your doubts. Soon you're both lost in the midst of passion and the euphoria.

When he releases in you, shivers are sent down your spine, leaving goosebumps in the wake of your lovemaking.

After the first time, it was hard to go back to using condoms. The more you let him creampie you, the less you wanted to keep to your birth control.

Knowing you are off the pill excites him, and leaves him wanting to see you carry his child.

The thought of his cum dripping out of you, then leading to your swollen belly only makes him want to keep himself between your legs until he makes it a reality.

England

He comes off as a very prim and proper man and to be fair, he is...to an extent.

He may not flaunt it, but he's got a fair amount of experience under his belt. He's had a lot of time to realize his sexual interests and kinks, and he's more than happy to help you explore yours.

He's raised a few countries, so he's not exactly jumping at the opportunity to get back to parenting.

That being said, when you come to him with that sweet face and doe eyes, he finds it hard not to listen to you wanting to explore your kink to have him breed you.

Now, the thought of him cumming in you so recklessly does send thrills throughout his body, but he's a bit apprehensive. He wants to talk about the possibility of you getting pregnant and if the both of you are ready for it.

After discussing the options, he's happy to satisfy your desires.

Everything leading up to the main event was perfect, leaving you craving for more.

While having your first time throwing caution to the wind, you couldn't get enough of it. The energy you're bringing gives him a massive confidence boost.

You've unleashed a primal urge within him, and he's fully committed to cumming in you as deep as he can.

Watching everything he pulsated into you drip out is one of the most satisfying things for him. Knowing how much you love the feel of it makes it even better.

If you decide that you want children, he's now happy to take that next step with you. He comes across as very gentlemanly when you bring it up.

But, when you're in the bedroom, his true feelings towards it come out. He's clearly on a mission to impregnate you, chasing a fantasy of his he'd kept burried.

[mimicmimikyuwrites]

I Love You's - (W/ America, Russia, England, Canada) x GN!Reader

Summary: Little fluffy scenarios where some of my favorite nations tell a gn!reader "I love you" 💕

Contents/Possible Warnings: Lots of fluff, kinda angsty tho for a lot of them, hurt with comfort, gn!reader

America (Alfred F. Jones)

He never thought he'd fall in love. It wasn't something Alfred avoided, but it also wasn't something he ever sought out. He had accomplished a lot in the relatively short period he had been around, he was still young and had opportunities to chase, and with that, he never imagined he'd have the time for romance. Still, things happened and now you were here with him, and there wasn't a happier man in the entirety of the world. With you beside him, he couldn't ask for anything better.

You were beautiful, so beautiful; both inside and out. Your hair was soft, your eyes captivated him, you understood him entirely, you loved him! He could go on forever, gushing about his awesome partner. You were the definition of perfection to him, flawed or not. He was head over heels.

"Love attack!" He nearly shouted while you were watching a movie with him in the living room one night, cupping your face in his hands as he began to pepper it with kisses. It startled you, but you loved it. One thing you adored about him was how he never tried to hide his affections. He was in love, and he'd be damned if he didn't show it.

You giggled, lightly pushing on his chest as he kissed every part of your face he could, now laughing himself. He kissed your forehead, your now reddened cheeks, your nose, and your cheeks again. When he was done he pulled back, grinning at the sight of your flustered, but happy expression.

"You missed, silly," you smiled playfully, pulling him back in before kissing him sweetly, satisfied hums escaping you both. You loved him, and you made sure to convey that with every movement of your lips together.

"I love you," He said between kisses. "My honey, my love, my baby, my sweetheart, my everything." It was true, you were his everything. He didn't want to live fast anymore, jumping at every opportunity, not when his most important one was right in front of him, and had such kissable lips, too.

Russia (Ivan Braginsky)

It was a well-known fact to those who had ever visited that Russia's house was more than just cold. It was freezing, something which you still weren't used to, even after all the years you had spent living with him. It got even colder during the night, and blankets could only do so much.

Ivan always hated the cold, the connection between it and the isolation he had endured throughout his life unable to be undone. Things were different now, though. He had you with him, someone to warm his heart, especially during those frigid nights he had dreaded so much.

"Ivan," you called out to him from the bed, wrapped up in multiple thick blankets that seemed to do nothing to keep you from shivering. "Come to bed, дорогой" You spoke with a tired smile, the last word making him melt as it left your mouth. 'Darling,' you had called him in his native tongue. He was your darling.

As he slipped into your shared bed with you he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, his eyes closed in relaxation and bliss as he nuzzled his face into your hair. You made him feel warm, and that's all he ever truly wanted out of life. Someone to love, and someone to love him back.

"я тебя люблю." He mumbled against you, smiling softly. "мое солнышко." You were his sunshine, a ray of light shining through despite the clouds. He moved his head out of your hair and leaned down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. "Promise me you'll never leave," he told you, caressing your cheek gently. To anyone else, that would've sounded like a demand, but to you it was a request for comfort.

"I'm not going anywhere," You reassured him, kissing his cheek. "I love you, Ivan. With all of my heart. я тебя люблю."

England (Arthur Kirkland)

Having done so much throughout his history, Arthur savored quiet moments, even if they were little ones. The moments when he wasn't busy, and the moments when he wasn't plagued with the harsh realities of the world. His favorite moments, however, involved you.

You were kinder than anyone else he had ever met in his centuries of being alive, a true angel. You were his everything, the love of his life, so much so that he wondered how he had gone so long without you. When you were with him he didn't feel so distant from everyone else; he felt wanted.

You were curled up next to him on the couch, your arms wrapped around him as you leaned your head against his shoulder, simply enjoying his company while a television show neither of you were paying much attention to played in the background.

The one bad thing about these quiet moments was the rare opportunity for his mind to drift into places, or more so memories, that he'd rather not think about. He had fought with so many people throughout his life, some of which he had cherished. In the end, everyone left him, sooner or later, a distance soon growing. Were you the next one to leave...? What if you two had an argument one day, and you decided you couldn't stand being around him anymore? What if he—

"Arthur," your voice reached his ears, tone gentle and soft. Then, your hand came forward to cup his face, carefully turning his head towards you. "You're overthinking again, love." You frowned, making an observation. "Do you want to talk about it?" He shook his head.

"No. It's nothing we haven't already discussed." He replied, smiling at you sadly. "It's my own insecurities, nothing you need to worry about, dear." With this, your frown grew before you leaned in, kissing him lovingly.

"I love you," He muttered against your lips, emerald green eyes looking into yours with an adoration reserved only for you. "I love you so much." He meant it with every part of his being. Even with his fears, deep down, he knew you wouldn't abandon him, because you loved him with every part of your being, too.

Canada (Matthew Williams)

He was used to being forgotten. Always the quiet one, he was easily overlooked, even by those closest to him. Honestly, he didn't know how he managed to start dating you, or get you to notice he was there. To him, he wasn't anything special, just maple leaves and the friend of a bear who barely knew who he was. He didn't deserve you.

"Matthew," You smiled at him one morning over breakfast. "I've been practicing my French recently, thought it'd be useful, y'know? Can I speak to you a bit and get your feedback? I'm not too good at it yet..."

He nodded, returning your smile. You were so smart, so clever, so cute. You were always trying to learn new things, especially when it came to him and his nation. You never forget about him, you were so sweet, so unique, and he was just... himself.

"Hmm..." You hummed in faux contemplation, acting like you were trying to remember what you were going to say. You knew exactly what was on your mind. "Why don't I start with a pretty common phrase? Je t'iame." He blushed at your words. You told him that every day without fail, but hearing it in French felt different somehow, more meaningful in a way.

"Y-You said it excellently." He stuttered out, heart racing as you looked into his amethyst eyes, a gleam of admiration for him in your own.

"Ooh! Let me try out another phrase, then," You grinned, leaning forward slightly over the table. "These ones are a bit more complicated. Tu es l’amour de ma vie. Tu es mon âme sœur," the words poured out from your lips, the sound like music to his ears. You said it perfectly, how long had you been practicing? You must've put in a lot of effort...

"Woah!" You gasped, standing up from your seat at the sight of small tears welling up in his eyes. You rushed over to him, holding his face gently in your hands as your thumbs wiped away his tears. "I didn't mean to make you cry—"

He sniffled, standing up to wrap you in a tight embrace. "I don't deserve you," He whispered, voice shaky. He was happy, so happy. He loved you, and he'd never stop. "Je t’aime de tout mon cœur," he told you with love, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he did so. "I love you with all my heart," he clarified with a small chuckle after you shot him a confused look.

"How do I say that, but back to you?" You questioned, tilting your head slightly in curiosity. Adorable, you were beyond adorable. He chuckled again, answering you only but kissing you lovingly. He'd teach you soon enough, but for now, he was focused on expressing his love for you in ways that involved less French.

[headingalaxys-spicy]

I've never read anyone write about a yandere with a lover who just unconditionaly loves them, so can we get just that? For the F.A.C.E fam (seperately), they were taking care of someone who they believed was getting in the way of their relationship. And then his love walked in on them, but instead of freaking out and booking it like any sane woman she just started frantically trying to hep out with the body and telling them to hurry up! Because she's not willing to lose them, even if it means becoming an accomplice of their crime.

Me: Ooooooh me like a challenge! Hope you like!

Warning: TW is kinda violent and mentions blood. So maybe not a read for everyone.

France

The Parisian air still held onto a little more warmth from the late summer sun. A few fireflies accompanied you on your way home. In your arms, you had plenty of sweets to pair with your decadent wines in the home that you and Francis shared, from Charlotte aux Framboises, Eclair geants, Pate de fruits framboise, freshly roasted hazelnuts & more. You wanted to show Francis you thought his affection toward you was sweet. 

So dinner tonight be damned! 

You wanted him to relax tonight & not have to worry about going to the shops to find the best ingredients for tonight's dish. The two of you could just be filled to the brim with sweets and be drunk off the wine and the-

You began to notice there were droplets of blood that got bigger as you approached your apartment. 

‘No. No…He’s hurt!!!’ You almost drop all of your treats in your hassle to get to your lover. You burst open the door to see Francis’ clothes coated in blood. To your relief, it seemed not to be his but that of the overly flirtatious coworker from your magazine label you’d complained about to Francis before.  

When Francis turned his head to see your figure, he was relieved momentarily to see your pleasant face. That moment was short-lived when he realized he would have to explain the gory scene before you. He was going to have to think of a palatable lie, beg, and-

“Darling! Darling!” You rush towards him and caress his face. It had a few droplets of the annoying mans blood on it mixing in with his sweat. You give him a kiss on the forehead & stare him dead in the eyes. 

“How can you be so reckless, Mon Choue?” (My sweetie) You left a trail leading right to you!” 

Very few people in this world could make Francis flustered as you had. Your reaction made him feel light as if he were in a daydream. You weren’t terrified. That means there was nothing he had to hide from you. There was a significant amount of solace that slowed down his quickly speeding heart. 

“You don’t have to explain. I can put 2 & 2 together. But my love, we do have a narrative to create and tracks to cover~” You gently rubbed your nose to his. Your fingers rubbed his stubble as you now could be at ease now that one of your biggest pests had been taken care of. 

“Yo…You’re not mad..or scared… or…” 

You seal his lips with a satisfying pop. 

“I’m not afraid, Mon Choue. I’ll help with the cleanup. I’m just somewhat concerned about….” Your eyes wandered back to the scarlet explosion that led you here. Francis's bright blues eagerly followed. 

You utilized your IT skills to hack into the security cameras that monitored your apartment complex. You erased all of the footage that had Francis dragging that nuisance that had been plaguing your life for the past couple of months. You do the same for any other potential camera that might have held evidence of the murder. 

You bleached the ground and the floors that had the red DNA discreetly. You loved your French man and would do anything to protect him. You assisted him in getting the body to the Seine River and attaching cinder blocks to the body bag so there wasn’t a likely chance it would resurface. 

America

You’d been distracted by nostalgic video games like Nintendogs, Animal Crossing & other saccharine games of the like. It had been 7-hours since Alfred last texted you. That’s the longest he’d gone without sending you cute, witty texts, gifs, memes etc. You sent him another text at around 16:34. Your eyes stared longingly at the small rectangular screen. 

“He must be super busy today, but he’ll text me soon.” You simply wanted him to be home already. You had DoorDashed pizza and burgers from his favorite local joint in case he was extra hungry. Your mind tries to refocus your attention on your video games but to no avail. Something felt off. You could feel unease rise in the pit of your stomach. 

“Maybe I didn’t fill the pantry up enough for the weekend….” You slid on your slippers & made your way downstairs. As you passed the basement door you noticed it was slightly ajar. 

“Hm? Could he be home already? I didn’t hear him come in….” You heard a few bumps & grunts from down below. Your heart dropped into your stomach. 

‘He could be hurt! Or maybe an intruder!’ You quickly grab the hidden 9mm that was hidden beneath a secret compartment from the staircase. You pushed open the door and called out into the dimly lit place. 

“Alfred! Alfred! Are you down here?” 

The hairs on the back of Alfred’s neck stand up on high. 

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” He cursed under his breath. Alfred tried to hide the mutilated corpse of your creepy “friend” who was in your core friend group for some reason. He was the type that relentlessly flirted with you. What made it worse is the scumbag somehow had a fiance. Alfred believed that not only was he doing your relationship a favor but the entire world. 

He just wasn’t prepared to unveil his darker yandere tendencies to you today. He hastily found a tarp to cover the body. 

“Alfred! Alfred! Are you down here, babe?” Your footsteps cautiously descend the stairs. He could hear the concern in your voice, so he knew he had to answer. He swallowed hard and finally said: 

“Yes, babe! I’m down here! Just uh….working on a project.” You picked up on the nervousness in Alfred’s voice. When your lover was finally in your sight, he jumped a little and stood in front of the table that had the body that was mostly covered by the tarp. 

A dismembered arm had made a mushy ‘thud’ to the concrete floor. There was a pregnant silence that suffocated the both of you for a few moments. As your eyes and brain processed the scene that was before you. You broke out into a boisterous cackle. 

“Oh my god Alfred! Who did you kill?” Still laughing. You knew when you started dating him he had some malevolent quirks hidden beneath his sunny & fun exterior but that’s why you adored him. 

“You know that one asshole, Jason, who was a pest & flirted with you & always tried too hard to be around you and your friends.” 

“Oh my god, yes! Finally! That creepy bastard is dead!” You rush over to him & embrace him warmly. 

“Thank you, Alfred!” You gently peck his lips. You could tell from the sparkle in his deep blue hues that he was pleasantly surprised and relieved. 

“You’re welcome Y/N.” 

“I’ll help you with the body later. Just wash up. I DoorDashed us Pizza and Burgers. And you know those don’t taste great cold.” You give him a final peck on the lips before your phone alerts you that your food has arrived. 

“See you upstairs, my love.~” 

You shoot the body a couple of times to let out some of your former frustrations. You hated this guy as much as Alfred did. So assisting him with disposing of the body brought you a sadistic type of joy. 

The two of you decide to dissolve the body in acid along with any of his personal items. No trace of him would be left in this world. It brought the two of you great joy when he appeared on unsolved mysteries years later. 

Canada

The shovel quickly moved the mushy dirt aside. The freshly falling snowfall made it difficult for Matthew to keep up the momentum. He’d been at this for a few hours now. The sunlight was beginning to fade. Matthew still had a few more feet to dig before the gave could be acceptable. He had to ensure that the body of the pesky bus driver was where his body would never see the light of day ever again. 

Matthew was a mile and a half out in the thick Acadian forest, where he shared a cabin with you. 

He kept digging so he could secure a future with you. It was imperative to him that you were never to know of the heinous acts that he carried out. He wanted nothing more than to protect you and the relationship he cherished with you. That couldn’t happen if that bus driver continued to harass you on the daily. You came home every day stressed out. It hurt his heart when you came home frustrated about his not-so-subtle comments about your appearance.  

Each night, you rambled on about how uncomfortable the interactions made you feel. Some days, you nearly broke down before him, but you quickly rushed to your room. You didn’t always feel comfortable constantly complaining to him. You hated burdening him this much since you knew he didn’t have a family that was incredibly attentive to him. 

Some of Matthews's tears touched the snow while others slid down into his comfy red flannel. It was difficult for him to reconcile his flurry of feelings he had for you. 

“Matthew! Matthew! Where are you?!” He heard your voice call out to him in the darkness. The light from your flashlight slowly approached him. 

His heart turned into a brick of ice. You couldn’t see! You couldn’t know! He halted in his activities in an attempt to avoid being caught. 

‘Oh, Y/N! Just go back home! I’m okay!’ The sound of your boots crunching on the fresh snow got closer. Matthew could see the light from your flashlight touch trees that were only a few feet away from him. 

‘No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. Go back Y/N! Go back!’ The fear of you leaving him gripped him intently. He’d have to harm you, possibly even prevent you from seeing the light of day. However, freeze mode kicked in, and he put his back against the large tree behind him. His grip on the shovel's handle tightened. He closed his eyes as he heard your voice from only three feet away. Matthew silently hoped that he and the body would turn invisible. 

“Matthew! Matthew! Sweetheart, it’s getting late! What are you doing out here? Aren’t you cold? Aren’t you hungry? I have maple-flavored hot chocolate and dinner ready at home!” Hoping to entice him to come home with you. 

You knew something was off when you saw the supply closet door was wide open & drops of red had been scattered in various places all over your home. You worried about him being injured from hunting or playing hockey. Either way, you were determined to find out. The large boot prints led you directly to him since you’d made it out in time before the snow began to cover up his tracks. You crouched down to Matthews's level as he cowered beneath the tree. Tears were streaming down his face as he held the shovel close to his chest. 

“Matthew! Thank god! There you are!” You tried to remove the shovel from his hands so you could give him a proper hug.

“No! Y/N NO!” He shouted in defense. 

“Mattie, honey…..” You swept aside some of his wavy blonde hair and stroked his freezing cheeks. 

“What’s wrong? What happened?” 

“I….” He sniffed a few times before he continued. “I…” Choking on more tears. “If I …tell you… you won’t love me anymore!” Matthew began to bawl his eyes out as you took stock of the surrounding area. Your flashlight caught a glimpse of the lifeless body of that asshole bus driver. Relief took you over as you finally understood. 

So you began to laugh. 

Matthew was caught off guard by your positive reaction. His tears began to stop flowing. 

“You’re …you’re not angry?” 

“HA! HA! Hell no! You just got rid of a major nuisance to me hahaha!” Your shiny (eye color) orbs met with his reddened violet hues. You give him a reassuring peck on the forehead. 

“Come now! Let’s burn the body and spread the ashes in a lake.” 

Matthew is over the moon, knowing he doesn’t have to hide his dark side from you. You assist him in getting rid of the blood stains, trail, and all signs of struggle. You’d do anything for your teddy bear boyfriend's soon-to-be husband. 

England 

The fine China clinked satisfyingly as you set it out in its perfect places on the table. You were prepping for your late evening tea, which you and Arthur enjoyed doing together. You loved hearing about his day, what new book caught his fancy at the library or the bookstore. You were almost done prepping the various homemade jams. You looked over your shoulder to see how much more time was left before your cookies were done. It read 2:30. The mix of sweet shortbread & chocolate morsels mixing together was intoxicating. 

You were eager to see Arthur’s reaction to your perfected recipe. 

Your eyes wandered to the shed, where a light had been on for the last few hours. It shined brightly against the darkened grass. 

“Hmmm. I wonder what Arthur could be doing in there. Maybe he’s doing some more occult stuff.” You heard thunder begin to roll in from the distance. Just then, a bolt of lightning struck across the midnight blue sky. Tiny droplets of rain began to pelt the kitchen window. 

Finally, your beloved British man emerged from the shed. He looked a little more disheveled than usual. You wondered if he was actually able to summon a demon that he wasn’t capable of controlling. You heard his Oxfords climb the wooden steps that reached the backdoor. 

“Welcome back, Arthur dear~” As you said that, you heard him jump a little right as he rushed past the kitchen and into the laundry room. 

The timer had gone off. 

Your cookies were done. As you went to retrieve them, Arthur finally responded to you from the laundry room.

“Ah! Yes, hello, Y/N, love!” He is not doing a great job of hiding the nervousness in his voice. Concerned, you take off your oven mitts & follow the muddy tracks that you noticed have curious red spots within them. 

“Arthur, are you alright? Did you injure yourself, my love?” Anxiety pierced your heart, and you wondered if you needed to be prepared to rush him to the hospital. When you got to the laundry room, you saw Arthur hunched over the laundry basket. He’d already taken off his sweater that had blood tainting 65% of it, and He was just about to undo his button-up shirt, which wasn’t spared from being touched by the scarlet. 

“Y/N!” He jumped like a frightened cat that came face to face with an angry bulldog. 

“Arthur, what’s wrong, dear? Did you get hurt??!!” Worried and finally catching his bright green eyes. You scanned the rest of his clothing to see that blood you assumed had been splattered all over them. 

“No, I’m not hurt love..just….” He really didn't want to tell you the truth. His eyes hung down to the bright white tiles of the laundry room floor. 

You walked closer to him and took his pale, clammy face in your hand. You stroked his cheek gently to reassure him. You gingerly brought your hand to his chin and made your eyes connect sincerely. 

“Arthur, if it’s something serious…. You have to tell me. We’re lovers. We’re a team. That comes with unwavering trust.” The words that came from you made his heart flutter and sink at the same time like a lifevest being attached to a heavyweight. There was the fear that you would leave him and be afraid. Arthur knew he’d have to keep you quiet by reconditioning you and erasing your memories. Then came the comfort he no longer had to hide his far more morbid side. You loved him for him and all of him. 

“Arthur….” He could tell that you were becoming somewhat impatient. 

“Okay…okay..” He grabbed both of your hands to prevent you from running away & for emotional support. Arthur dragged in a deep breath before he blurted out: 

“I killed Dan! That stupid wanker who kept making passes at you! I hated how he always managed to put his phone number on the side of your coffee cup! I hate how he stalks your social media! And has the bloody fucking audacity to try and stalk you!” 

Your expression was unreadable for a moment until you let out a long sigh of repose. 

“If that’s really all, then you’ve just made my life a thousand times easier.” You peck him on his lips and tussle his wet hair. 

“I love you, Arthur, but we will have to…” You looked at the blood that was on your hand. “Make sure all the evidence is gone. I’ll draw you up a bath & mop up the floor.”

With that, you disappeared from his view, whistling a happy tune as you worked out some creative alibis in your mind.

[doki-doki-imagines]

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

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