#ludwig beilschmidt imagine

[stuckinheavenwithyou]

Ludwig Beilschmidt as your boyfriend headcannons❤️

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• a caring guy if i say so myself, hes the least scariest out of the others unlike a certain Russian.. Although he would never, under any circumstances hurt you phisically or emotionally, even if he did he would apologize and hold you in his arms until both of you had calmed down. Despite his scary looks, he’s a massive softie on the inside, but only when he’s with you, gently watching over you like a bodyguard which causes you to explain to your friends that he’s just your boyfriend and not scary as he seems, which causes him to blush and look away.

• speaking of showing affection in public, he doesn’t really mind it especially if its you thats teasing and kissing him. Instead of blushing, his ears turn red and he has to cover them up when you are with him, he won’t admit that he likes you romantically, instead he says something along the lines of “i’m just.. very fond of you, mein Schatz” ok then why are you calling me that??🙄 in all seriousness, his love language consists of acts of service, words of affirmations and quality time. Nothing too special anyways for someone as big as him as kind as him.

• he’s really helpful when it comes to chores and housework though, he tidies up the whole house while youre away and prepares you food if youre hungry even if its 2 am, he still insists on making you a quick snack. He really knows how to make food despite him not being much of a cook himself, his meals always end up perfectly cooked somehow. Again, he knows his way around chores and housework, even if you’re not tired he still cleans and tidies the house up for you.

• he is very passionate about whatever you are doing, you’re washing the dishes after denying him to do them for you? He’s watching from afar like a guard dog and making sure you don’t accidentaly hurt yourself! It doesn’t even matter what you are doing, he’s always either trying to help and guide you or watch from afar. But when he helps you, he just takes over the whole thing no matter if he knows what to do next or not, he insists on you to go take a break and prosceeds to take half an hour figuring out what to do. Even if its an art project, he tries his hardest to replicate your style without screwing it up!

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A/N: hello, sorry it took me so long, as of writing this tomorrow is my last day of culinary high school yay! This post is shorter than my usual one because i decided to erase the nsfw parts and making seperate posts about them so you guys wont get uncomfy!! The reason this took me so long is because i was very tired and unmotivated, but my great friends helped me lift my spirits up! Requests are still open! Bye bye! ~

[royaltea000]

The only way I’m allowing this guy to be an alpha is if there’s bitchin involved 😤

[crimson-kisses]

i just read the "breaking point" story, and i can't help but wonder, what if the s/o, rather than snapping at him (yan! germany) all at once, simply muttered a few snide and sarcastic words every now and then? like imagine he tells them he loves them and s/o saying ily back and then mutters "yeah, i really loved it when you ruined my life's work too." under their breath and then acting like nothing happened, I hope you're doing alright though, and please take care of yourself!

Hmm, I will admit it was rather spontaneous of her to snap such a way. remember though she used to be a lawyer so lol. but your concept is actually more accurate, this would be fun to write. thank you for the consideration though! 🐝✨

Warning: Usual yandere behavior, toxic relationship, physical and verbal abuse.

🇩🇪 other work recommended // work recommended // another recommendation

die Reizung.

He gives off a sheepish look at first.

And you angrily throw a crumpled white shirt on his face, fuming at the audacity— this man had to even request you anything in the first place. As if you were his pretty little wife.

You didn’t even know his full name, he straight up had some hooligans pick you off the street.

It’s been a month since you got out of the basement, no longer fearing the muscular asshole. Since in your eyes, he was a dimwit.

"Iron your cloth by your damn self, how dare you even ask me that!", you hissed at his face. Then you turned on your heels, walking away from him with a fierce sway of your hips.

You don’t see his disapproving gaze following your figure.

"Why are those dishes piling up?",

You deliberately ignore his question and remain seated on your sofa, even though Ludwig can tell that your mind is elsewhere. Your eyes are unfocused, and your fists are firmly resting on your lap.

"I asked you a question— stop slacking around—", it’s been two months since you have been in the basement.

"Slacking around?", he receives a grumbled response through clenched teeth, "I am neither your maid nor your wife! If you want your dishes to be washed so badly, then do it yourself or hire someone for cleaning up rather than kidnapping someone",

"Come back here,"

Ludwig hissed at you after your retort. However, you simply got up from the sofa and walked away, choosing not to argue once again.

He clenches his fist and takes a deep breath, trying to remind himself that you will eventually understand.

You notice a broken plate in the morning, thrown in the dustbin.

You pull at your hair strands as you try to scream in desperation, but only thing that escapes you is a distraught whine. Almost pulling the drawers off their hinges, you try to make your hands stay still and not shake.

"What’s the matter, searching for these?",

Ludwig watches smugly as you turn towards him, with a deranged appearance. It was just how he imagined you would look like if he— nevermind, was that his expensive vase you had just thrown?

"Nice plan you had there, too bad you were too eager", dangling the keys mischievously, he leaned on the doorframe, flexing his muscles, daring you to try and get it physically.

It has been three months, and he was enjoying how you were becoming restless. You look especially attractive at the moment. It's a shame that you just broke the vase he received from his chancellor.

"Eager to get away from you, some noble man you are",

His left eye twitches as his grin slowly fades away. Ludwig tilts his head, blinking in feigned confusion.

"Have I not been a noble, patient man to you?",

You chuckled dryly, resting your hands on the polished black office table. "Please, as if you would ever be recognized for your nobility, Deutschland. History books say otherwise, don’t you think?",

Both you stare at each other for a while, until Ludwig leaves with the keys and a clenched jaw, a breath escapes as you sigh in relief.

You end up picking up the broken vase.

Fucking hell. The breakfast was burnt and you made sure to give Ludwig the most nastiest, disapproving glare.

"Don’t look at me like that, I have been running late—-“

Rolling your eyes, you watch as he simply throws the burnt food away. With the frying pan.

"Are you used to throwing your messes away?",

You try to reassure yourself that you didn’t flinch as his back hunched up and he turned at you with a glare, teeth grinding against each other.

He simply unties his apron, his eyes still on you.

"At least one of us is trying to fix things up," he whispers. You give him an offended look, keeping your fists on the curves of your waist, tightly gripping the hairbrush you had been using before running downstairs.

“Keep telling yourself that, if anything you have only been hiding your ugly urges all along.”

You yelp and your heart almost bursts open as he throws the apron at you and angrily heads upstairs.

Eerie silence follows. It has been four months.

Bundled up in the armchair, you try not to think how it smells like Ludwig’s cologne. Or notice that he has been in the library for a while with you, dusting the shelves.

Unfortunately, he seems to notice your giddy attitude as you clutch the book tighter with a bright smile. His heart squeezes in delight.

“Why the bright smile?”, he asks, masking his face with an unemotional facade.

“Oh I have simply been catching up on your misfortunes, quite a historical read”.

And his mood plummets to the lowest levels of hell itself. He narrows his eyes at you, making you feel quite accomplished at pissing him off, it was quite a pleasure.

“Give me that. Now”.

He demanded, grip tightening on the duster, his unoccupied hand stretched towards the book.

You blow a raspberry.

Before long, you couldn't help but let out a truly horrified scream as Ludwig forcefully slammed both of his arms onto the chair's armrests. His knee was pressed harshly against yours as he seethed with anger, towering over you.

The book was furiously thrown out of the window, resulting in a deafening sounds of cracking glass.

His eyes glared into your soul, causing you to almost hyperventilate from the sheer terror coursing through your body.

Ludwig gazed at your petrified figure for a while, as if he were devouring your presence with his eyes. Then, he moistened his dry lips, turned around, and began stacking some books.

You stayed seated on the armchair for a long time, staring mindlessly at the calendar.

Five months have passed.

“Where is my office bag I placed in my room?!”, he asks from the bathroom as he hastily wears his jacket.

“Up my ass, search in the dining room, didn’t you throw it over there the last time?”,

“And who’s fault was that?”,

He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to make it appear uniformed. Remembering, he was out of hair gel, he cursed.

“Your fault because apparently you can’t accept that fact that you are a verdammter Verlierer”,

He took a deep breath and tried to ignore the way you implied so many things he would rather put up in the back of his mind. including the vulgar words you have taken a liking to.

“I am not the one held captive”,

He gives you a look and it makes you fume, this piece of shit—

“I wasn’t the one who had my so called mindless fascist delusions shattered”.

You exited the bedroom with a bang of the door, trying to ignore and not run at the sound of a smashed mirror.

It’s been about six months.

"If you bothered to check the calendar, you will know that it isn’t the 1940’s anymore. Get yourself a woman who wants to be your slave",

You slam the magazine near his table and exit his office, Ludwig bangs a clenched fist on his table in frustration at your defiance. He had only asked you to dry up the clothes in the sun.

That was it. Apparently that was too much for you.

He had no issues with doing the house chores, but he was a busy nation. He simply requested you to do this simple chore but god forbid you get off your ass— and your comment irked him immensely, this quirk you had of bringing up his past over and over again to provoke him.

It annoyed him.

He does check the calendar of course, quite intriguingly.

Ludwig reminds himself that it has only been seven months.

You continue sleeping on the couch everyday. And everyday Ludwig carefully places you on his bed to rest and not strain yourself. Everyday you curse at him to not touch you ever again.

But he knows you are simply embarrassed. Trying to keep up a strong and steady appearance, you always hated to admit that you are weak and helpless.

He knows you are trying hard to displease the shit out of him, and that’s why he tries to be patient. And also because he is way too stronger than you, Ludwig knows that deep down you are scared of him, no bite and all bark, he knows you end up having panic attacks over him.

The flinches you try to suppress when he comes near you, holding your breath when he talks to you. He is all aware. Frightened stares, shuddering breath, trembling legs.

He knows and he hates it.

You shove his blanket on his arms and head downstairs in a furious rush, crashing on the couch with your poor excuse of a blanket.

He bites his tongue to refrain himself from reminding you, that wherever you slept, it was something he payed for. Including your dresses, makeup and everything else in this house, it was paid for or built and made by Ludwig.

It will take more time than eight months to thaw your heart.

“At the very least, you can tidy up the rooms and stop, stop trying to break down the door”,

Gulping down the rest of your beer, you give him a nonchalant look.

“Why should I do so? We have had this conversation a dozen times. I am not your maid. And especially not your wife”.

He’s tired, the lack of hair gel has turned his hair into a complete mess, he forgot to buy it again. Ludwig slowly removes his coat, which he placed on the counter where you were leaning.

You try to stay still, but your knees almost give out as he stares at you through his lashes. It’s calm, level-headed look.

His white shirt is folded at the sleeves, tie turned loose and he’s breathing heavily.

“Cant you tidy up yourself? Or is that too beneath your superior ass”, you taunt him, curling up your cherry red lips.

“it’s eleven pm, I have been busy since six am. I am tired”,

“Well you aren’t my husband”.

He gives you that look again and you wonder whether he is offended or hurt. Frankly though, you couldn’t care less.

“Missing your man, süße Maus?",

You bristle at the nickname and the mention of— your boyfriend whom he murdered, right in front of your very eyes.

Narrowing your gaze, you prepare to escape his wrath as you hiss out in a demeaning manner,

“A man— who was much more of a man than you will ever be”.

Swiftly you entered the library nearby after seeing the darkened expression on his face. A heated glare and a reddened hue. You slid down the locked door, ignoring the trembling of your own body.

Nine months. You feel the entire house shake as Ludwig slams his bedroom door.

“You look so beautiful in that skirt, schöne Frau",

“You reek of beer and disappointment”.

Paying no heed to your comment, Ludwig wraps his hands around your waist, he is drunk and you almost gag at the overwhelming smell of alcohol.

“You smell so— *hiccup*— pretty, mein hübsches kleines baby",

“Quite your blabbering, it’s nine am in the fucking morning”.

“I am so glad— so to, ugh, have you as mine”,

“I will never be your woman”.

He stops blabbering for a minute, hands tightening their hold on your waist, you try not to squirm.

His lips hover around your ear, his hand touching your hair and skimming his hands through the strands.

“We will— will see about that”,

You stay still in his arms, his eyes blazing and staring at your soul from the reflection in the window.

You wished your body didn't feel this way. So trapped and writhing in frustration and horror, every touch of his fingers, his breath and look seemed to stain your being.

“I want dinner to be prepared tomorrow”.

He whispers. It’s not a debate or a demand but a warning said in a lovey dovey tone. His tightened grip sends the point across.

It’s been ten months.

You violently throw the plate full of food on a wall nearby, sending porcelain shards all over the place and the food splashed over the wall.

“You… you faked a dead body and made it seem as if I had died?… you— you are nothing short of DISGUSTING!”,

Ludwig gazes at the mess with a disappointed expression, seemingly unaffected by your tears as you break down in front of him.

"Whoever said I faked a dead body?" he exclaimed, forcefully stabbing a piece of steak with a fork. "It was completely real, and I must say, quite familiar with you."

Your lungs feel as if it has collapsed on itself as you fall down to the floor in pure, unadulterated horror. He was joking, a sick pathetic joke to get under your skin, there was no way— no possible way that the burned and mutilated body could have been identified, even through dishonest means, as that of a woman.

"What did my boyfriend even do to deserve this!?, you sick jealous man!!",

The blond simply ignored your tantrums, sipping on a glass of soda, eyes boring down at your crying form.

"At the very least he got a proper burial, rather than being thrown into a lake as I had intended",

Silence.

"I WILL NEVER LOVE A MURDERER LIKE YOU!",

You quickly grab a knife and attempt to attack him, but you end up pushed face-first onto the dining table, with your arms forcefully held behind your back.

"I wonder how you them fooled huh? Still interested in experimenting with things, humans, Herr Beilschmidt?",

He grabs your chin in a vice grip, hand covering your mouth as you try to taunt, spit and hurl insults at him, he only tuts at your behavior with furrowed brows.

You wanted to kill him.

"I don’t want you to mention that man ever again".

Tears well up in your eyes as uncontrollable sobs escape from your body. Ludwig presses you down in that position for a long time as he calls someone on his phone to clean up the mess.

"Don't worry, for once I have taken your advice. They are skilled cleaners who know how to handle a messy situation, if you catch my dry sense of humor."

Eleventh months and counting.

"I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU. VERDAMMTE SCHEISSE!! ONCE I GET YOU, YOU WILL REGRET EVER THINKING OF THIS HÜNDIN!!",

Ludwig was furious. Firstly, he was hit by a pretty heavy vase from upstairs, and secondly, he was bleeding a fuckton. Thirdly, the front door was open and you had escaped.

The home was clean, laundry done, dishes pristine and dinner warmly prepared, you were dressed so prettily that it melted him so good when he came home tired from work. What he didn’t account for was an elaborate murder plan attempted towards him. Sadly for you, he had suffered worse and was also an immortal.

He was done being patient and playing the nice cop, especially after you had hurled hurtful insults at him, and what was that you said?

This wasn’t the 1940’s? That he had no power anymore, that he was just a pathetic dog with no backbone in that sweet, sweet tone of yours? That he was a sick, pathetic man who will never be loved?

He let out a series of chilling giggles that gradually escalated into full-blown laughter, the sound reverberating throughout the house. He loosened his irritating tie and tossed it onto the ground. Rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, he ran his fingers through his blond hair in frustration.

But also,

This sense of ecstasy, a thrilling sensation he was feeling… he really chose a perfect, wonderfully crazy woman, didn’t he?

It was the end of the twelfth month, and Ludwig made himself a promise to haunt your dreams with memories of the basement for months to come after he had his hands on you.

[fuimus-troes]

do you think roderich sometimes has a hard time looking at ludwig bc all he sees is the boy he couldn't save

[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.

[merbear25]

It's for the one hundred followers event (the add to my previous ask😅)

I know it probably sounded a bit silly to ask for clarification, but the seven threw me off a bit 😂 But thank you for the request!

I went with some headcanons and a drabble since I felt inspired. I hope you like it 🥰

Vampire AU with Germany x reader

He'd probably live in a quaint cottage in the mountains.

He'd have dogs to help ease the lonely nights, seeing as he can't form normal relationships. Unfortunately, he's had this issue long before being cursed with immortality.

Prefers the serenity of being surrounded by nature and only goes into town to buy things for general upkeep around the property and for his dogs.

Would do his best to refrain from drinking from people; it wouldn't necessarily be out of a sense of morality but more to do with not knowing where they'd been. He'd take the risk of contracting diseases very seriously.

He'd come to terms with the fact that he'd live out his immortal life in solitude. Whenever he went to the shops, he'd see couples every now and then, as well as groups of friends enjoying their night out together.

Standing under the street light, watching them exchange laughs, he looked up at the snow beginning to drift from the sullen clouds. He knew deep down that he was lying to himself—he wanted companionship.

He arrived home just as the snow storm was rolling in. Being greeted by his German Shepards always brought on some warmth to his still heart, but they could only give him so much in their short-lived exsistance.

The knocks at the front door caused him to shoot up. He was yet again caught off guard when the knocking persisted—their urgency rising.

Swinging it open, he glared at his unwelcomed visitor. When you were too slow to state your purpose, he curtly asked, "What is it?"

Feeling a wave of fear suddenly wash over you, you finally managed to choke out, "My car broke down and I can't get any service."

When he didn't react to this, you decided to continue explaining your reasoning for disturbing him, "Could I please use your phone? I'll be quick. I promise!"

Stepping aside to let you enter, the smell of your blood permeated the room. You looked around but couldn't find any sign of a phone, "Sorry, but where's your phone?" When you turned around, chills ran down your spine. Menace loomed from behind his eyes; he closed the door without taking them off of you.

"There's one in the other room. I'll show you to it."

Unsure of how to properly evade any danger, you thought it'd be best to remain calm. Muttering a prayer to whomever may be listening, you trailed behind him.

As soon as you entered the room, he had you in a trance; suddenly the murderous intention he'd been giving off was being replaced by a craving for him.

Clinging your body to his, he overpowered you easily, consequently making you collapse beneath his weight.

Gripping at your neck, he was careful not to startle you any further. Looking into your eyes, he saw how they darted trying to comprehend his intentions. Gently, he laid each finger on the front of your throat, tracing your pulse under his finger tips—debating whether or not to give into temptation. A poor soul like you who was unfortunate enough to have troubles leading you to his front door should be easy pickings for him.

Moving in closer, his hypnosis was sedating you. Your eyes rolled back, letting him lick at the intended point of trauma. Feeling your fists, which were gripping at his biceps tightly, release their grasp only increased his uncertainty of following through with it.

[emikochan]

Could you write imagines on the axis powers with someone who is scared of the doctor?

Germany: Ludwig gets being scared of the doctor. He was too when he was little but mainly because Gilbert wasn't much help back then and only made it worse on many occasions...

Now he is pretty neutral about it and sees the necessitiy of check-Ups and appointments for what they are, but he is not thrilled to be there. His steadiness is very calming and he will try to make time to go with you if you have to though. It's likely he will ask the staff questions about the instruments used or displayed in the room and hearing what's going on will help you endure your stay.

Italy:

He is scared shitless most of the time. The only time when he is not, is when he knows the doctor himself, he is a great companion then.

"Don't worry, I know him, it will be over soon!", he will chirp and suggest cooking afterwards to give you something nice to look forward to.

On the other hand if he witnesses the doctor doing a good job on you, he will be less nervous next time when it's his own turn.

Japan:

Pretty much like Ludwig, with the only exception, that he doesn't ask the staff because he knows most of the stuff already and keeps it to himself as to not make you nervous. He will probably bring little games to distract you while you two are in the waiting room and re-assure you a lot that getting the problem looked at and treated by a professional is the way to go and you are doing well.

[teutonophile]

I headcanon Germany that he listens to meaningful, lyrical trance and techno. And he listens to it when he’s by himself working and cooking. Especially if its emotional and very soppy romantic trance!

He may even sing from time to time with it. And when Brii catches him, she sings along and they bond together with it~

Such a cute f/o x s/o moment~

And best headcanon by far 🥰❤️👑

[worldheadcanons]

☆ when their s/o’s being motherly!

requested by anon! feminine reader. starring . . . germany & japan. warning for mentions of pregnancy. fandom masterlist found here.

📌 . . . author notes: this wasn’t everyone that anon asked for but these are the two characters i had past drafts for, so i decided to just post these two! if anyone wants this prompt with other characters, you can shoot me an ask when requests are back open :)

ludwig beilschmidt!

— the two of you had a date scheduled for that night. it wasn’t at a restaurant or anywhere particularly fancy but at someplace much more special — your house. you had told him beforehand while planning the date that you were watching over a baby cousin of yours for the evening. fortunately, ludwig still agreed to hang out with you. you guys had been dating for a good while so he figured it would be fine. he didn’t mind children too much anyways, though they tended to have mixed reactions towards him.

— he arrived right on time, as usual, taking a moment to get himself together before quietly ringing your doorbell. you answered the door after a few moments, your little cousin in your arms. the two of you traded hellos and smiles. beilschmidt made sure to smile gently at your little cousin, not wanting to upset the baby. you welcomed him inside and the two of you put on a nice little movie to watch.

— in the middle of the movie, he noticed how close you were cuddled up together. that, and how cute you looked with a baby in your arms. how natural and at ease both you and the baby seemed... the baby was content for now, barely making a fuss. just him, you, and a baby.. he could get used to something like this. ludwig blushed slightly, thinking about what you’d both have to do in order to get a baby. he chastised himself in his head for being a pervert. all the while you paid no mind, leaning your head onto his shoulder and enjoying the film.

— close to the end of the film, your cousin started to cry. the baby’s face balled up, clearly upset. you jumped to your feet, quickly excusing yourself before rushing off to go take care of your cousin. it could be anything really — hunger, sleepiness, a full diaper — so it took a while for you to find the source of the baby’s discomfort.

— in the meantime, ludwig was left to sit with his thoughts in the living room. thoughts of you, of course. he couldn’t help but let his mind wander. a small smile appeared on his face as he imagined what domestic life would be like with you. how life would be with you and him and a child of your own… a baby that would grow into a toddler and then into a six or seven year old. a little mix of you and a little mix of him, running around the house. causing messes and laughing cheerfully. beilschmidt would make sure that your kid would be happy. that you would be happy.

— after a bit of time, you came back into the living room. he noticed that your cousin was gone but before he could open his mouth, you explained that you had changed his diaper and set him down for bed. you joked that you weren’t sure if he’d stay asleep. you weren’t the most motherly, you said, plopping back down onto the couch beside your boyfriend.

— ludwig could only shake his head at your words, which made you raise an eyebrow in curiosity. “i think you’d make a wonderful mother. a baby is a lot to handle.. but i think you could manage it. you seemed at ease with your cousin, you know..”

— “really? ah, ludwig, you’re so sweet,” you replied, taking his hand and holding it. you gave it a small squeeze and then continued on. “i think you’d make a great father. i can already imagine you playing with our children.”

— he grinned at that, pressing a kiss to your head. “i’m glad to hear that.”

kiku honda

— the two of you had managed to find a beautiful park to walk at earlier that day. there were lots of trees and shrubs in the beginning phases of blooming. hand in hand, you strolled around together, talking about whatever came to mind. it had been a truly relaxing experience. you happened to find a nice wooden bench to sit down on just when the both of you were getting tired of walking. there was a humble but colorful playground in front of the bench which provided you something interesting to look at. now, instead of walking and talking, you two were sitting and talking.

— you chatted for a while before a comfortable silence fell in between the two of you. you both were busy enjoying the surprisingly pleasant spring day. you leaned against honda’s shoulder and he pressed a gentle kiss to your head through your hair. you almost ended up dozing off completely but just as your eyes started to droop, a young boy came over to you with a small flower. he smiled, his cheeks slightly flushed pink. it was completely and utterly adorable.

— “for me?” you asked quietly, eyes wide in slight disbelief. the boy nodded and handed it to you. as you accepted the flower, he giggled to himself. you gave him a smile in return. “thank you so much,” you said. you held the flower gently before deciding to tuck it behind your ear. that way you wouldn’t lose it to the breeze.

— you and kiku both watched as the boy ran back towards the playground. there were a few other kids who he seemed to be friends with. “looks like i have competition,” honda chuckled, joking around about the situation. when you gave him a confused look, he decided to explain. “i think he has a little crush on you.”

— you laughed gently, denying the whole idea. “kids give flowers to lots of people. i’m sure he would’ve given you one too if he could. he was so cute though. i love kids. they’re so funny sometimes.” you had always been particularly fond of children. apparently, children were fond of you too.

— it had been maybe ten or fifteen minutes before the same boy came back over. this time he had popsicles with him. he quietly smiled again and offered you one in the same way he offered you the flower. you smiled and gushed about how thankful you were, going as far as to give him a curt hug. kiku had zoned out in the middle of this interaction, thinking about how life would be like if you two had a young kid of your own. a little boy or girl to chase after. it would be nice… parenting had its ups and downs of course but he was sure the two of you could handle it.

— you took your favorite flavor of popsicle from the boy, giving him a grin before turning to honda, “want one?”

— he blinked before speaking. “a kid?” he asked, confused as to what you were talking about. to be fair, he wasn’t paying much attention to the situation around him. his face grew red though as he realized what you were offering.

— “no?” you replied with a laugh, handing him a popsicle. you gave him a small kiss to the cheek before speaking again. “i mean.. if that’s what you want i wouldn’t mind.”

[wander-lustrous]

germanics as bfs

part 1

ft. germany, prussia, austria, switzerland

germany // ludwig beilschmidt.

- This man struggles to settle down in a committed relationship, preferring flings and quick one-night stands. It's not because he's against it, but rather he thinks it's hard to find someone to accommodate his… specific tastes in the bedroom; plus he's so busy he can't imagine fitting a partner into his life. But once he has a partner, he is SO committed. Like planning-your-one-year-anniversary-getaway-a-month-into-the-relationship kind of committed. He tries not to go overboard with it, but he does enjoy thinking about hitting these milestones.

- Ironically he ends up getting in relationship with friends, his coworkers, people he spends the most time around with, most likely in a work setting. He’s a stickler for the rules though, which makes him hesitant to blur the boundaries between work and his personal life. However, once he starts really noticing this person--maybe the way they're always dressed nice, or hardworking, or always has a smile for him--he's fucked. They invade his thoughts at the most random moments, and it makes him want to avoid them. Thankfully he has friends (cough Italy cough) who notice his little crush and persuade him to do something about it.

- Please don’t even mention wanting to get fit to this man. He goes overboard, devising a workout plan, a nutrition regimen, etc. He can be a bit draconic with it too, wanting to push you to be your best.

- While he's not the most emotionally available partner, he is the most reliable. If you complain that your heater not working, he's fixed it by the next day. If you're nervous about approaching your boss about an issue, he suggests you practice with him. If you're sick, he's getting you all the Vitamin C packets, soup, and tissues he can find, stocking you up with them before leaving for work.

-He's rather touch-starved, so he appreciates a partner who is more tactile. He loves when they hug him from behind, or let him rest his head on their lap and card their fingers through his hair. It's the one moment where he doesn't feel like he has to be quite so uptight.

prussia // gilbert beilschmidt.

- He is so the type to be in a friends with benefits situation. He's pretty clueless about romance. 💀 Or not clueless, but... willfully ignorant. He’s more likely to fall into a relationship by being buddies with someone, then sleeping with them, and a few months in realizing oh shit. He actually really likes them. Like more than as a bro.

- Gilbert is nothing if not crafty, so he wants to figure out what you think of him first. He asks around--your friends, other nations, etc. If you ever talk about him, if they know if you're dating someone else, etc. It's so funny because it's painfully obvious to everyone else that he has a thing for you. In fact, Gilbert is possibly the last person to realize you two are a thing...

- He is actually very easy to please. Just praise him. He’s used to hyping himself up to make sure no one forget him. It means the world when someone genuinely thinks he’s great or awesome. A sure fire way to get him emotional is if you cancel plans with your friends to hang out with him. Of course he’s old and he wants you to go have fun! To live a little. But saying that he’s exactly your kind of fun is enough to have him getting a misty-eyed before hurriedly saying that it’s allergies or something.

- He's a very fun boyfriend. He's never quite let go of his childish side. He is very much the type to make pillow forts with you and/or play co-op with you video games. For movie nights, he enjoys picking movies that he thinks will scare you so you'll end up clinging to him, asking him to protect you. The reality is, if anything he is the one getting more disturbed by the kinds of movies they put out nowadays, more than you do. 💀

- In public, he's definitely walking around with an arm around your shoulder. He's just so excited that everyone will know he has such a smoking hot partner.

-You know what, Gilbert is surprisingly good at comforting you. Part of it is experience, but if you're upset, he's not letting it go. He'll keep pestering you to open up to him. And when you finally do, he'll hug you to him, stroking your hair and calling you affectionate nicknames while reassuring you that as your great boyfriend, he'll certainly deal with any of your problems...

austria // roderich edelstein.

- He composes songs about you. He can get quite in a tizzy due to his perfectionist streak, appearing visibly agitated if the song isn’t going exactly how he wants it to.

- He is a strong believer in having dinner together if you’re living together! he thinks it’s a good habit to get into.

- Roderich is actually quite sweet. He sends you good morning and good night texts, and always texts you throughout the day on your lunch breaks, etc., asking how certain appointments or events went in your life.

- Roderich is a fan of appearances, and he is definitely getting you several high-quality Swarovski gifts. It doesn't matter that he's secretly a cheapskate who patches holes in his underwear--he wants you to only have the finest.

- Do you know those people who flirt via critiquing you? That's Roderich. With you, he's never actually cruel though.

-He is the perfect gentleman when dating you. Always pulling out the chair for you, paying for you, etc.

-He likes receiving massages from his partner. He's also a fan of relaxing in the tub, with scented oils and incense.

- He likes people who are quick-witted, fast enough to catch onto his sarcasm.

- He enjoys taking you to the opera, or to see plays or theater performances. He feels like the arts are not nearly as important as they once were.

- One of his favorite hobbies is to people watch with you. The two of you will sit down at a cafe, have some tea, and just make observations about the people around you. For him sometimes it’s great inspo for music. Other times it’s just great fodder for gossip lol.

switzerland // vash zwingli.

- His love language is definitely acts of service and gift-giving. He likes making you gifts or bringing you gifts his country specializes in. Watches, chocolates, etc.

- Of course you’re going to have to have annual trips to the Alps. He’ll do his best to teach you how to ski, but he’s not exactly the patient… he’ll be damned before Italy or that damn France try and teach you though.

- On the rare occasions he goes out to eat, he likes to get fondue. He thinks it’s somewhat intimate to eat with another.

- When he gets drunk, he’s actually kind of a sloppy drunk. He never really gets drunk though; he can hold his beers. He also tends to be the one to keep things together if you get too tipsy. He wants to ensure he can take care of you.

- He is very impartial, so if you want an honest opinion he’ll give it to you. Even if you’re his partner, he will call you out on your behavior as a neutral third-party💀 In his opinion it’s more important for you to grow than for him to coddle you.

- He has such a hard time with letting people know you’re dating. He doesn’t like other people getting in his business; he prefers his privacy. At first, he refers to you as a business partner, then as Lily’s friend, and then as his friend… and then eventually, when he sees another nation flirting with you, he decides it’s time to make it clear you’re taken for, and wraps a protective arm around your waist.

- He likes giving forehead kisses. Sometimes regular kisses feel almost too intimate for him. Plus when you make eye contact after ending a kiss… he gets a bit flustered. He likes that a forehead kiss is quick and easy but does the job. It’s… efficient even.

- He would definitely teach you how to shoot if you were up for it. He wants you to be able to defend yourself.

- The biggest indicator of whether you two will last in a relationship is if you get along with Lily and treat her like your own little sister. If not, Vash doesn’t see this relationship progressing and will cut things off.

[stuckinheavenwithyou]

Hi so sorry to bother you may I request a hetalia x fem reader where they celebrate Easter together it could be any of the states or countries like America or Germany or Japan it's up to you also happy Easter or happy Resurrection Day is what me and my family call it because it's when Jesus resurrected from the grave but yeah you know.

Thank you💕 Its a bit rushed tho lol😭😭

Hetalia x fem!reader || EASTER TIME!!!!!

Feliciano Vargas / Italy

• LOOK AT HIMMM :(( anyways, hes very familiar with Easter and takes the chance to decorate the whole house/apartment,etc. He also takes his chance to put on some cute bunny ears on you and himself

• As I said, he isnt a expert at cooking so you would have to do it, but he does help you with preparing and cleaning afterwards. He even shares some homemade wine he had laying around, if you like wine ofcourse!

• he even painted the easter eggs, named them but was pretty bummed out when he had to throw them away, but he kept some as a memory. Some of them were cracked because you two played around with them by knocking them to see which one gets broken the most

Ludwig Beilschmidt / Germany !!

• he’s a very gentle and careful man when it comes to holidays, specifically Easter. He makes sure that the food is ready at the exact time as he planned, the room temperature fits the atmosphere, the house is spotless and sparkly clean, etc.

• he does decorate the house, but doesn’t go over the top unlike a certain American… Nothing to colorful either, he knows you very well and tried to get the decorations of your favorite colors which ofcourse turned out very well and neat! He was very nervous and awkward about it because he’s not really a decorations guy, which was absolutely adorable!

• he doesnt gaf about them eggs, he does everything that you like so that he can grow closer to you, that includes crafts and such! He did grow fond of the little silly crafts that you both made in the end and decided to keep them and learn to make them for the next Easter that you two would spend together!

Kiku Honda / Japan!!

• While there aren’t many Christians nor does it have anything to do with Easter; Japan tried his best to understand Easter and its tradition by the few books he read and logic. He placed some colorful pastel-like eggs and hid them around the backyard for you to find, while he sat and watched, giving a few subtle hints here and there.

• Easter isn’t as common in Japan, but that doesn’t mean he can’t celebrate it with his darling. He’s not much of a cook, but he can bake if that helps. Regarding decorations, he wasn’t sure about it because it barely talks about decorations in the books he read so he placed some small bunny figurenes and leftover eggs around the house.

• This guy is a sucker for games and crafts. He adores every bit of them, even with you. He lets you win every game you two play just to see your sweet smile. Although he does find the thought of Christianity slightly intimidating and mystical, that doesn’t stop him from leaving you or anything! He respects your religion and you completely, so don’t be suprised if he looks behind him every now and then.

This one is an extra but..

ALFRED F. JONES / AMERICA!!

• let me tell you, this man is all about holidays and traditions! He celebrates them like his life depends on it, calm down its not running away from him. He would throw a mini-party, nothing too loud or disrespectful ofcourse! He would even go as far as inviting your family over if you ask him too. He loves meeting new people anyways!

• decorates the house like crazy, ribbons are all over the place! The smell of the food fills the house, he’s a suprisingly very good cook! Wears an Easter themed apron aswell! He went a bit overboard and brought a 8ft tall shaped egg that he made, he brings it every Easter to show it to the world AKA you <3

• he wore a bunny outfit for the whole day. Not the sexy one, the one where you can barely breathe in. Which scared some of the guests away, a walking dehydrated 5’7 rabbit would scare anybody away! He’s very slow when it comes to crafts, it takes a while to understand them but he managed to understand them in the end which was a relief!

Authors note: HAPPY EASTER!!! (if u celebrate it) im done with the request. IM VERY VERY SORRY IF ITS SHORT, I RUSHED SO HARD TO FINISH THIS IN A SINGLE SITTING OR ELSE ILL BE LATE!! anyways requests are still open!! Okayyy bye bye! =>

[shini--chan]

Can I req yandere sheet I for Germany?

The meal is served:

Yandere Character Sheet I - Ludwig Beilschmidt (Germany)

Trigger warnings: physical abuse, humiliation, neglect, kidnapping, abuse of authority, cult-like behaviour

Attributes - What sort of Yandere is he/she?

Ludwig would manage to straddle the line between being obsessive and possessive. The cause of this would be him regarding you as a set piece in a romantic fantasy, with romantic meaning the philosophy and not the genre. Late at night, he would will himself to be a knight in shining armour, and you would be the princess whose hand in marriage he would receive as a reward for his heroism. With how much this fantasy would influence his view on reality, he would see you as both higher and lower than him. You would be a treasure to be sought and a dream to be coveted. In essence, you would complete him as much as you would enrich his life. Yet it would be his life that would take priority in his eyes, and not yours; your wishes and desires would be disregarded if they wouldn't suit him. 

One characteristic of his that would cause you a lot of strife and misery would be how he’d never be fully satisfied with the present. Dreams brought to life wouldn't be as grandiose as they were in his head, and he would ever be chasing that imagined paradise. Consequently, he would never fully be in the present, excluding something really boundary breaking. As such, he would also never be fully satisfied and would constantly press for more. This in turn would either temper or exacerbate his pride and aggressiveness - he would never be satisfied with himself and either drown in guilt as he would try to stamp out his worst traits, or constantly seek greener pastures and glory. You would be the likely victim of either of these tendencies. 

Added to that, he would be a very orderly person. Abstractness and vagueness would have little place in his life, or would have to be clarified sooner rather than later. As such, he would become smothering in his treatment of you, with all his rules and schedules and plans. Ludwig would have extreme difficulty with going with the flow, or resist plastering simple answers on complex questions that he wouldn’t fully understand. Therefore, he would never be able to really let you go and would always seek to possess you in one way or another. Tied to this would be another belief twisted into something disturbing - that you having a relationship with him would be fate and that any resistance would be futile, because you can’t escape fate. Yes, the universe itself would have dictated that the two of you must be together and any resistance from your side would just be you struggling against the natural order of matters. The natural arc of history would bend towards him having you. 

Another prominent feature would be his awkwardness. Ludwig would have difficulty being in touch and enjoying his feelings since he would either see them as weeds that must be eradicated. Or he would desperately try to quantify and measure them in order to have a better grasp over them. Most people would notice his feelings before he would, and even when he would be cognisant of them, he would commonly be awkward or wooden. It wouldn’t make your kidnapping or also capture any less traumatising, only more surreal. 

His persistence would be something to behold. Even if you would have been separated for years, he would constantly yearn for you and wait for the opportune moment to snatch you back. Complaints from your side would either be brushed away or he would take it as a hint to step back for a moment before pursuing you with even greater fervor. As mentioned before, he would see your union as destiny and therefore bring many a sacrifice in order to be with you. People wouldn’t be able to talk him out of his pursuit, nor would he leave you be if you’d reject him firmly enough. Part of this would be a way to impress you with his conviction and endurance. 

Cornering - How would they get you?

Depending on the situation, it would either be with the carrot and the stick, or he would be very direct about it. In the case of the former he might do his best to act charming. It would be very stereotypical in his case. There would be flowers and sweets and honeyed words. The whole courting business would be cheesy and he'd hope that his awkwardness would render him endearing rather than creepy.

Perhaps he would unearth a good cause that you have subscribed yourself to and he would use that to bond with you and isolate yourself from other people. The revolution eats its children - he would convince you that only he adheres to the principles that you're fighting for and that your friends and family are traitors tp the cause. Chances are that he would even be the one offering you salvation and enlightenment and not be a mere follower. Ludwig would also use this to keep you in line. 

Of course, for him there would also be the solution of being completely forthright with you. Should you refuse, then he would simply kidnap you without much ceremony. There would be warnings beforehand, yet no matter how patient he is, his patience would diminish in the face of your insolence. It might snap and he would quickly spirit you away.

Expectations - What do they expect of you?

One thing he would require of you, would be that you have a degree of mildness. Razor sharp words would be something he would be used to from Austria, and iron fortitude and sternness from his brother Prussia. He wouldn't want to see either of those in you, since he would loathe to have to defend himself against you. You should be the maiden of his dreams, with spirit but not too much. What he would desire, would be for you to become a part of his life, the missing piece that would complete him, and not the other way around. Ludwig would prefer for his life to be in complete control, and to be able to explain all the going-ons in his life. He wouldn't be able to do that if you would spring nasty surprises on him. 

Added to that would be the urgent need for compliance from you. Oh, he would expect you to lash out and for the two of you to not always be on the same page. A man can dream, however. Nevertheless, he would expect these to be flights of fancy or moods and that you would eventually cave in to him. At most, he could find enjoyment in being a moralising force (and have a chance to be self-righteous) and that would hand in hand with the expectation to cave to him. Should you not yield, then you would be labelled as a hopeless case and life would become much more difficult. 

Another expectation that would define your relationship, would be that he would lead and you would follow. While you may flesh out the details, he would determine the structure and pace. On the whole, he wouldn’t allow you to have a say on everything except the important matters, and he would choose the course of your future - what job you'd be allowed to have, what lifestyle would suit you, the hobbies that would be proper … the list there would be long. For somebody who would insist that fate would bring you together no matter what, he would be surprisingly controlling. Furthermore, he would want you to obey him and do what he would want of you and how he would want it. This would have to occur without him having to spell everything out to you, and without you deciding to sate any selfish desires that would contradict his. 

You should have some respect for him, at least for your own safety. Little would enrage him more than being branded as a stupid villain, just as little would devast him more than defeat. Wanting to be in the position of your superior and better, he would demand that you give him reverence. He would also require this to soothe his insecurities. After the Second World War, it would be more obvious, with all his guilt, yet he would always be ashamed of parts of himself and try to stamp them out. 

On top of all that, he would want somebody with their own innate sense of order. Should you be the sort to eat and sleep at irregular times without good reason, should have the habit to leave your dirty clothes lying around, then he would nag you. He would needle you and scold you and maybe even punish you. If your penchant for disorder would be bad enough, then he would put you through the wringer. Letting you be would make him want to tear his hair out and so he would treat you like a soldier in order to instill some discipline and orderliness in you. 

Faded - Would they let go of you in any way?

One way would be if you would grow very bitter. Ludwig wouldn’t want to have a shrew as a partner, he wouldn’t want to go from yearning for your company to shying away from it. Your bitterness would poison his dreams and disillusioned with them, he would release you. Acting as if he would be accommodating you, he would release you far from your own home with few resources. The guise would be here of respecting your wish of not wanting to associate with him anymore, but in truth he just wouldn’t want you causing him any more trouble. 

The other way he would be inclined to release you, would be if you or somebody else could convince him that what he has done - kidnapping you, holding you captive… - would be monstrous and that he would need to atone for his sins. In full Protestant fashion, there would be no full repentance for him and would eternally feel guilty for his actions should you be successful. Of course, it would be an arduous way until then, since he would constantly insist on his innocence and righteousness and therefore dig his heels in should you press too hard. It would either have to come slowly, or he would have to have irrefutable proof shoved in his face, and proper punishment accompanying it. 

Punishment - How would they proceed if you do something they disapprove of?

Interestingly enough, he would try to avoid punishing you since it would turn him on ruin the fairy tale-que nature of your relationship to him. However, life isn’t paradise yet so he would roll up his sleeves and do what must be done. 

One favourite method of punishment would be to lay you over his knee or a table and spank you. This wouldn’t be done with the bare hand, but with any suitable implement close at hand, be it a slipper or a cooking spoon or a birch rod. Should you have been especially naughty, then it will be on your back instead of your back side. Enjoyment from your side would just lead to him doing the punishment in public, or going as far as to draw blood. He wouldn’t treat your wounds afterwards and he would expect you to carry on your day like usual. If you would get an infection, then he might deign to give you medication, but you would have to beg for it. 

Another thing he would do, and in particular to teach you a lesson, would be to drop you off in the middle of the forest with only the clothes you have on your back. Ludwig would conceal himself and watch your movements and play the part of guardian angel. The aim of the game would be to imprint upon you the dependance you have on him, and make you more grateful for his ministrations and attentions. After aimlessly wandering around the middle of nowhere without anything to eat or drink, maybe you would even beg for help. 

Else, he would very much stick to the corporal punishments that schoolmasters favoured - kneeling on wood billets, standing straight with your arms in front of you for hours on end, writing lines. All the good ole’ stuff. A peculiar punishment he would inflict on you though, would be to whip you stinging nettles. Or to make you do tasks that can be done with the machine by hand. Labour strengthens the character after all.

Reaction - How would they react to you escaping?

Ludwig would find himself in a maelstrom of emotions, and he wouldn’t waste much time in disbelief or pondering his thoughts. Instead, he would immediately set out after you. As such, there would be quite a few false alarms. Play your cards well, and you could get a few more hours of precious time to escape if you “cry wolf” often enough. Of course, there would be hell to pay should he capture you again. 

Anyway, he would storm after you, letting his feet carry him and his heart guide him. Mayhaps he would even run in the wrong direction at first. Should he not get in the next ten minutes, then he would notify his associates to be on the lookout and return you to him should they catch you. And he would be restless until he would have you. Should days become weeks and weeks become months, then the flames would die down to embers, but never fully extinguish. All the time, he would be watching and yearning and waiting for the right moment. 

It would be once you’re at his side once more that he would mull over what transpired. He would ask himself whose fault it is and why. He would contemplate what he could do better in the future and if he should be harsher or more lenient with you. Chances are that his consultation would happen with a mug of beer and be followed with a drunken rant.

Turnabout - Scenario: You have the upper hand? What would be different from their usual MO? 

It would go against the natural order of things, from his point of view. As such, he would do everything in his power to “restore the god-given order” before you can break any further laws of nature. Being a naive boy that he is, he would try to persuade you of his point of you, and get you to cede power back to him. As time would pass, he would become more desperate. Desperate to the point of doing something very foolish even. 

If that wouldn’t work, then he would sullenly bide his time and gather strength in order to finally turn the tables back on you. He might think out a more complex punishment in order to stamp out any thoughts of rebellion that you would hold. 

Vengeance - What would they do in the face of competition? 

With fire and flame and blood. Here, he wouldn’t hesitate to get his sleeves dirty and would even find catharsis in the act of disposing of his enemies. Arson would be a favourite, since it would also remove evidence. Should the person survive, it would be likely that they wouldn’t remember anything due to the shock and the carbon monoxide. It would also give him plausible deniability in the face of your probing, should he want to keep his actions secret. Knifing somebody would also be a legitimate opinion in his eyes, though it would only be his preferred option if he’d seek to avoid collateral damage, or also if he would be in a foreign country. 

Another favourite of his would be framing the rival. Naturally, he would also use the opportunity to play detective and search for any skeletons in the closet that he could display. This would be a guilty pleasure of his and he might see it as a hobby - playing police officer as well as criminal. He might use whatever authority he has to confiscate and requisition items of his liking (to be petty or to be practical) and order searches. Perhaps he would even put the competitor under arrest for some real or trumped up charges. It would fill him with perverse glee to bring the hammer of justice done on those that have wronged him. It would also have the beneficial side effect of alienating you from his enemies and elevating him in your eyes. Hopefully.   

I don't own the artworks or the characters!

[hwsing]

overstimulation

notes: 18+, reader is afab and gender neutral. includes: germany (ludwig beilschmidt), japan (kiku honda). as always, reblogs are appreciated!

cw: dom/sub themes; vibrator (ludwig); bondage (ludwig); electrodes (ludwig); wax play (kiku)

☆ ludwig

in what ways would ludwig not overstimulate you? to say he has a curious mind is an understatement — he has thought about so many scenarios, all of which end up with you practically brain dead — albeit hesitant and even shy, he would never have a shortage of methods on how to overwhelm you.

he can feel his palms sweat as he spreads your thighs — his eyes trail up your body, watching intently as the pads of the electrodes send shocks against your nipples. quiet, pitchy whines catch in your throat every time, and it catches his attention; his gaze meets yours, and he swallows thickly at the sight. your brows are pinched and you look like you’re trying — and failing — to stay quiet, to stay composed. he wants nothing more than to see you lose yourself.

“relax, liebling.” he says compellingly. despite his soft tone, there is an underlying of sternness — it was a command. his hands, stronger than you could ever begin to imagine, move your knees to rest on his shoulders as he looks down at your fluttering cunt. you were tied by your wrists attached to the bedposts. and, you were already nearly soaked to the bone; he would never dare underprep you. he knew the stretch of his cock was enough to have you gasping and digging your nails down the line of his spine. he already spent what felt like a century with a vibrator against your clit, and it was for that reason he was able to push into you with such ease, gripping your hips as your needy pussy sucks him in; you moan loudly, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. you look at him, and even now as he controls the pace, his reddened face betrayed him — his expression wouldn’t say so, but he could feel how he struggled, just as you do.

as much as ludwig was a man who preached patience, it wasn’t long before his hips slammed against yours, feeling overwhelmed at how overwhelmed you were. you looked pathetic beneath him, left only with the option to submit to the feeling of his cock plumping relentlessly into you and the literal shocks zapping against your chest. his cock twitched inside you, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long as you fought against your binds and cried, back arching almost impossibly into him. he’d take care of you — of course he would; his attention and devotion was completely forfeited to you as you allowed him to fuck you like this.

☆ kiku

he has experience in the human body’s limits — just not as personal, or intimate, as this calls for. still, kiku can’t help but wonder how you would handle scenarios that would test you; and, as the pathetic loser he is, he has seen his fair share of porn and has likely tried this before. still, he wants to see you, and your skin — and how the both of you handle things.

he kindly let you relax, sitting between your legs; he told you to stay as still as you could, and you agreed — but now, as you watched him angle the candle above you, you weren’t so sure you could. his other hand was busy inside you, softly rubbing against your velvety walls with precision while his thumb worked circles against your clit. he had already made you cum twice — he wanted for the wax to almost startle your dazed body. you already imagined how it might feel — and when it finally came, you couldn’t help but involuntarily flinch. the wax was almost painfully hot against your bare skin, and you took a shallow breath.

“did that hurt?” he asks, almost plainly as his dark eyes flickered up to look at you; you swallow and you hesitate on what to say. his fingers never stop, even as he stares. the heat of the wax came again, seeming even hotter this time, and you shook your head no as you did you best not to squirm. all kiku did was hum quietly in acknowledgment, looking to the wax now littering your skin. your soft moans at the contact had him feeling rock solid in his pants, but that wasn’t really on his mind now — he only focused on you.

you tilt your head back, panting through quieted moans as the wax continues to drip onto your pliable skin. your brain felt foggy as a knot tangled in your lower stomach — the burn of the wax had distracted you from what was, up until now, dull pleasure building inside you. ever observant, kiku’s thumb pressed firmer against your clit, and your legs nearly kicked out. your hole clenched around his fingers, and soon enough another orgasm was rippling through you — it lasted longer than usual as he worked you through it, a satisfied smile tugged at his lips. that didn’t mean he was done, though — no, no. he only just brought the wax out, after all!

[hetalia-club]

Germany isn't given an official last name and I usually just give him the last name Beilschmidt to go along with Prussia.

But I also do think it's funnier to think he doesn't have a last name and just has one name like McLovin.

Imagine him trying to get a license that way. They would be like "so it's Ludwig... what?" and he's like "yes :)" and they're like "Okay but Ludwig what? What is your last name?" and he's like "Yes, That's me I'm Ludwig :)"

I assume Prussia named him so it's funny to think that he's like "This kid's going to be so rad. All the cool celebrities only have one name Like Cher and Ke$ha"

[koolkat9]

*hungary at the Beilschmidt household door*

*prussia thinking she's there to see him*: hungary! I've missed-

*hungary pushes him aside*: "move bitch."

*hungary runs inside*

*she sees ludwig*: "there you are sweetie🥰 *kisses him on the forehead*: "I brought cookies for you!❤️"

I like to imagine that hungary married Gilbert only for the sake of ludwig so she would become his stepmom😌 jk we love pruhun in this household! but still it's a funny scenario to imagine. oh gilbert...you married the love of your life but at what cost😔

Tbh I'm not the biggest fan of pru//hun. I kind of prefer them just staying besties. But Hun definitely loves little Ludwig. So I think it would be hilarious if she married Gil just to be a mom to Lud though in most cases, specifically in natioverse I don't think she'd have to do that since Pru and Austria have that whole divorced parents sharing custody vibe when it comes to Ludwig. So Hun is already seeing Lud regularly and helping the two raise Lud. Lud deserves two dads and a mom <3

Sorry if that's not fully what you wanted me to say 😅

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Hetalia writing blurbs #1

A/N: So this is a series I'm probably going to post whenever I come up with some sort of short blurb from a story that is one of my WIPs. I'm doing this to hopefully gain some encouragement because I struggle sometimes with continuing a story. This is a blurb that was written by me and an alter in my system who is an introject of Germany. A lot of what is written is from his own source memories that he's had in the past. This is incomplete at the moment, but I wanted to share what was written.

TW: MENTIONS OF WWII GERMANY, POSSIBLE DESCRIPTIONS OF BAD CAMPS, HISTORICAL HETALIA. Not for the faint of heart. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Berlin, Germany

December 1961

If there was one thing that he hated to feel it was the feeling of weakness. From a young age, Gilbert had taught him that allowing your enemy to see your vulnerability was a death sentence waiting to happen. As the wall went up around the borders of his heart city of Berlin, he became completely fragile.

Ludwig Beilschmidt knelt in front of the concrete fixture that was raised by that damn commie and his men. The wall was thick, cold, and covered in razor sharp barbed wire at its peaks. He had watched so many of his desperate citizens try to escape the harsh rule of the communist east. He also watched them fail miserably and then if they were lucky they weren't executed.

The sound of gunshots, barking dogs, and Russian commands rang in his ears. Nearly every single time the sounds were accompanied by the flashbacks of his foolish mistakes. He knew damn well that he couldn't take on Russia alone, but he was truly too afraid to argue with his boss. Instead he stood by his men's sides as they pumped meth in their systems to block out the excruciating pain or sleep deprivation. He never imagined that his men would become addicted to the illicit substances and then become desperate for more of them.

He could remember the sight of seeing his men lying in the cold and unforgiving snow dead. Their deaths came from either the loss of blood and bodies riddled with bullets or the freezing hand of Russia's famed General Winter taking hold. Being shot to death was a mercy killing when you could die slowly of frostbite and hypothermia. As dark as it was to say, he preferred seeing the snow painted scarlet then to see the failures of his boss to realize that the lack of supplies would cost so much more than the land was worth.

Ludwig had gotten into the habit of coming and kneeling before the monstrous concrete wall almost every day. The habit had come after seeing the true physical state of his older brother Gilbert who now was known as East Germany. Some days Ludwig swore he could hear a lone flute playing on the other side. As it grew much colder though, the sound of the flute grew fainter and fainter. This didn't discourage the younger German personification though. He came every single day and stayed until nightfall because he feared that if he didn't come then he would lose hope.

As it was, he was already losing hope. England and France barely made a move to aid him and his people. Of course he felt that he should have expected that, but it didn't mean that it didn't cut him any less. America seemed to be his only true ally here. The young personification stood by his side when Russia made him feel threatened. Ludwig felt he owed much of his current freedom to the American and his younger sister.

The American girl with the teal and rust colored hair seemed familiar to him. Of course she had taken care of him and his wounds while he was forced into America's custody and he had seen her on the battlefields during the war, but there was something else about her. Ludwig knew her official name to be New York City, but her human name was lost on him at the moment. Everytime he thought of her recently it was like he was trying to access information that he wasn't allowed to. Why the hell was his brain blocking the information away?

What frustrated the German even more about the situation of his lost memories was that every time the personification of New York City was around him, he felt a strange sense of home. Did other nations feel that way when she was around? There was a small part of him that kind of hoped that they didn't. He didn't know where that part of his brain came from, especially because he hadn't made a move towards her, hell he didn't even understand what his feelings were towards her in the first place!

Ever since his time staying in her home, he hadn't fully been able to get her out of his mind. The girl was kind to him and patient with him when he felt that he didn't deserve her kindness, let alone her patience. He saw himself as a monster after he was forced to see the true nature of his boss's “perfect Germany”. He understood why so many other countries looked at him with anger, disgust, and even hatred. Yet the two Americans didn't look at him that way. They looked at him with sympathy.

Gods, but why sympathy? Did they feel sorry for him? Why? Sympathy was a sign of being fragile! He wasn't weak god dammit!

Suddenly Ludwig was brought out of his thoughts when he felt the touch of a cold tendril upon his face. He blinked as he noticed the simple white flakes beginning to spread across the ground. He looked up at the skies above him and saw the sun was still fairly towards the eastern skies, even if it was well hidden by a layer of clouds.

He then glanced down at the cracked wrist watch on his left wrist to confirm his suspicions.

1:00pm

Ludwig then stood to his full height and rested his forehead against the wall. He hadn't heard the sound of Gilbert's flute today, but he was too determined to leave. Gilbert had to be somewhere on the other side, he just knew it. Ludwig took a deep, shaky breath before he began to softly sing “Einsamkeit”. Each of his words were punctuated by a small puff of steam.

“One day bruder… one day” Ludwig finally said quietly as he finished the song. He leaned his head against the cool concrete and closed his eyes. One day he would finally be free and let his people live a life in democracy.

Ludwig stayed this way for at least a few good hours. The only time he seemed to move was to get back into a kneeling position when his legs grew tired. He was almost in a trance, his thoughts dragging him back to the past. His trance-like state made him grow unaware of the growing blizzard conditions around him. He even grew to not realize the steady worsening of his cough.

His mind was at a day in the past where he was forced to his knees in similar snow. He had cuffs securing his wrists in front of him securely. The biting steel of Russia’s pistol dug into his temple while the barrel of England’s was digging into his upper back. He could see dingy and disgusting looking buildings, a gallows where a cowardly soldier allowed the rope to claim his life, and what looked like an army of living skeletons being led away from further horrors by American and British soldiers. What he could remember most about the environment that Arthur, Ivan, Francis, and Alfred had dragged him to was the acrid smell of death.

“Are you aware of what's been going on here, Herr Germany?” the Russian asked, his tone dripping with an edge of disgust, mockery, and anger. As the question left the Russian, the barrel of his gun jabbed at Ludwig’s temple.

Ludwig had no idea that this place even existed, no less , had been used to murder innocent people. He took another look around in horror from his spot kneeling on the ground. Silent tears began to roll down his cheeks as he realized why his body had been sick and why Ace had betrayed him along with others among his men. Ace never meant to hurt him or betray him. She was trying to save him as many of his citizens had.

“Answer the question, you dirty kraut! How could you do this to your own people?” Arthur growled and then he kicked Ludwig in his lower back making the German fall face first into the dirt.

After a moment more of seeing dead bodies being taken away, a sharp pain burst across Ludwig’s chest. “NEIN! I KNEW NOZHING OF ZHIS, MEIN BOSS KEPT ME IN THE DARK ABOUT ANYZHING OZER ZHAH ZHE VARFRONTS!” Ludwig cried out as his tears spilled in a nearly uncontrollable manner at this point.

In that moment it was the first time that Ludwig was fragile around his enemies. When the trials came, he expected a death sentence. What he got was way worse.

The four allied nations had agreed to drop the genocide crime against Ludwig. This was due to all the evidence that New York was able to present. The evidence supported the theory that Ludwig was kept in the dark about all matters outside the war fronts. That didn't stop them from charging him with the rest of his war crimes though.

In the end, he was split into four sectors that were divided among the four allies. England, France, and America took the westward sectors while Russia took the eastward one. Russia's demands did not end there though. Thanks to a rightfully traumatized Poland and Lithuania, Russia demanded that Gilbert be completely disbanded as a nation and his land given to Poland.

What Ludwig had not known was that this very factor left Gilbert defenseless against Ivan and his lackeys. Gilbert had been beaten and kidnapped from the eastern side of the wall and was now imprisoned deep in Russian territory.

8:00pm

The icy winds of the blizzard kicked up and the snow was nearly blinding for anyone who dared to come anywhere near the Berlin Wall.