#ludwig x reader

[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.”

[the-phantom-author]

oh shit your mind is amazing. poly!qt+lud is great! qt teaching you to bake and making lud eat your terrible first tries. lud trying DESPERATELY to teach you and it to be good at basketball (and failing). being a neutral party in the yard/fear& rivalry!!! (bonus: being better at speaking French than lud and the fear& boys never letting lud live it down)

!!!!

I can imagine you being the best cook out of the three of them, but being absolute trash at baking. Like anytime you try, everything that can go wrong does. QT finds in endearing, and a bit frustrating, but loves to make lud eat it and watch him figure out how to tell you it's not bad.

Yes!!! A non sports girlie (gender neutral), who is just the worst at it. It might be a lack of depth perception, or a number of other things, but you just can't do it. I can you being weirdly good at some other, very random, sport tho. Like tennis or volleyball, or something. (Maybe baseball/softball???)

I think I'd be really funny for you to not even be French, and yet speak it better than Lud. Like it's just a language you learned in school and just became fluent in it.

[inhibitionfreewriting]

Ludwig idea

He has a hair dying stream where you have a previously picked out color so you dye his hair and then reveal to him that you put matching colors in yours. I was thinking kinda like billie eilish style where the roots are a bright color so they can stay hidden under a hat until you reveal it on stream

:)

reids my sweet. my love. one of my very first interactors. my darling dear. im so sorry this took so long ♥

this one is for you

--

Marbles was quite literally a gamble and that's what Ludwig liked about it. It could be anything. Another subathon, squats, pushups, wear your clothing for a stream, you impersonate each other for a stream, cooking stream, drunk stream and the list goes on and on and on. Lucky enough for you, and unlucky enough for him, it was to dye his hair and with you being there during this day, you were able to help champion for specific colors.

"No chat I'm NOT going to do 'Twitch Purple'," Ludwig groaned, shaking his head while you giggled, running a hand through his hair.

"I dunno, I think purple would look nice here... chat what about a really just bright orange? Or bright red?" It was so hard to sway chat from a shade similar to purple, but you ran your hand through his hair instead, messing with it. With purple staying at a steady near 80% of votes, Ludwig covered his face before throwing his hands up.

"FINE! Fine fine - we will do purple. Fuuuuckin' purple..." 

"It's okay chat, you can trust me. I'll get the right shade of purple. I'll make it if I have to." An affectionate wave of messages erupted in chat which made you smile as you leaned on Ludwig's head, wrapping an arm around him. "I can run to the store tomorrow and we can plan for like. Let's say Friday so I can fresh bleach your hair and then we can dye it on stream. How's that ludbuds? Can't do it all in one go, might turn him into Slime and bald him." You laughed and Ludwig shook his head, clapping and adjusting in his seat while you released him.

"Now that my fate has been decided, I suppose we should move onto what everyone is here for. Only Up."

--

A few days later, and after much trial and error, you managed to get a relatively close purple dye that would at least on first application be the right shade.  You knew that because you had decided to throw it in your own hair. There wasn't a better way of knowing it would come out right than trying on a test strand.

Now that your hair was mostly dry and tossed up into a beanie, you gathered your supplies and met him in the stream room. He was sitting and scrolling through Youtube shorts, turning to greet you when he sees your reflection. "You know we can back out of this hair dying thing at any point, they'll forget."

"Lud, I called you Slime once a year ago and they have not dropped it. People comment on pictures of us 'slime and his girlfriend' for fun." He barked a laugh.

"Okay, you're right."

"Usually. Can you turn around and turn your stream on already?" You giggled and wrapped a towel around his shoulders as he clicked to go live and started talking to chat. Just an easy stream, shooting the shit, dying his hair. Without thinking, Ludwig reached to the back of his head and before you could stop him, scratched and covered his fingers in dye. "You are so stupid, give me your hand."

> hes so fucking stupid lmao > u should literally tape his hands to his chair

"What are you- is that conditioner? That's not going to get this off my hand."

"Oh yeah because you're so beauty smart. It's always worked for me." You wiped at his hand with the towel and started to smear conditioner against his skin, pulling the dye out of it. Slowly it was erased and you shook your head, not realizing that you had been leaning close enough to get dye on your beanie.

> beanie ruined > they got purple on their forehead > 💀💀💀 they're perfect for each other

Ludwig started to laugh, using his clean hand to try to pick the dye off of her forehead, smearing it worse.

> STOP STOP > DUMBASS ALERT > they don't have a real job do they

"Huh?" Looking into the camera and glancing at the screen you groaned, wiping your hands on the towel. "This is why we can't have nice things." Without thinking about the fact that your hair was supposed to be a surprise, you took the beanie off and tried to pick up as much dye as you could off the fabric. There went your mint beanie, that was perfect and clean for a very long time, but now you'd have to painstakenly take purple hair dye out of it. Ludwig reached up with his clean hand and touched a part of your hair, seeing the purple halo of your roots.

"That's why you wouldn't let me in the bathroom," his voice was soft and probably a lot more affectionate than needed, but you could feel your cheeks heat up, did the mic catch that? "You look amazing..."

"That wasn't supposed to be the way the reveal went... I was going to pull it off at the end..." You took clean conditioner and rubbed it against your forehead, trying to get the other bits of dye off your skin.

> this is way too intimate for stream > get out get OUT GET OUT > GET A ROOM

"Okay chat chill, it's not that big of a deal, except it is because LOOK at how hot they are."

[fullofgutsndopamine]

or: 5 times Ludwig wanted to tell you he loves you + the 1 time he finally did.

tw: cursing, mention of anxiety, one mention of

"my girl", dick joke

one

"if you like this you should be tried for crimes and i'm not fucking kidding. like, this is-"

You've long since learned to tune Slime out.

ludwig would kid, when he's wrapped in sheets with you at night in a too small bed, when it's hard to tell who's limbs belong to who's, that Slime likes to hear himself talk-could argue with a wall and someone come out of the conversation still thinking he won-

you turn the cup over in your hand, weighing options, moving the liquid around waiting for it to become familiar.

"hey."

ludwig's voice is so quiet you'd almost miss it. his face is red and his head is down, like he's talking to his lap, his hands folded on his lap. you can tell he's been chewing on his nails again, the bloody stumps stare back at you-

“hm?”

a gentle nudge, would look more like a shoulder bump to an unsuspecting viewer.

"y'okay?"

it's gentle, shared. this isn't your scene-would rather be alone with him or a max three people at any given moment, definitely not in front of a shitty web camera to a few thousand people judging your every move, watching you carefully.

"'m fine."

it comes back strangled and you wonder if he knows the invisible hand around your throat, choking you.

"proud of you."

your head whips to him, afraid you imagined this-instead he's back to the camera, his online persona is on:

"Slime," he says, "if you think that you're truly fucked and beyond saving-*

two

"You can't possibly think a straw is two holes. No one i date it thinking I-"

"Ludwig," you huff, "Use your fucking brain. there's one at the top and-believe it or not-the bottom. that’s two!-“

"you're so fucking dumb" it sounds a lot like "i love you" on his lips as it lingers and buzzes. He blinks and hopes you read morse code, the i love you that he's throwing his life preserver to you.

As if checking on you again, his shoulder bumps with yours, a shared wink.

three

"it's late," you'll say gently to ludwig, his glasses pushed up his face and his hair disheveled, obviously fucking with it as an anxious habit, "you should get some rest."

your chin rests on his shoulder and you both act like you don't feel how he deflates, relaxes around you.

"This video-" he mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"can wait until tomorrow."

you finish for him, hands hard on his shoulder, a gentle kiss to the top of his head: "come on," no movement, "the beds too big without you."

he snorts, his eyes slanted before he lets you take him by the hand, gently walk backwards as you pull him towards the bed. he flops in after you, his head on your chest as you draw constellations on his back, waiting for sleep to find him.

four

"give me a hug, please."

it comes out more like a demand than a question, his hands snake around your waist and his chin on your shoulder.

"that wasn't an ask."

you're teasing, obliviously, your hand wraps around to ruffle his hair affectionately,

ludwig carries this invisible weight on his shoulders, some invisible boulder he won't dare let you know, how his shoulders slowly are giving in and coming into this pressure

"you okay?"

his voice is muffled into your neck, "never better."

"lud-"

"shh," he says, "you're ruining the moment."

his voice is muffled in your collarbone.

five

ludwig comes out of a crowded gas station with his hair dishelved, a million different directions obviously anxiously messing with it in a crowd of people.

"chips?"

"yeah?" it's a question, like he's afraid it's a trap.

he's quiet for a second before his voice comes back quieter:

"¡ got these because they're your favorite," he pauses for a second, like that's too familiar too sweet has to add, "duh."

"hardly a road trip."

you're eyeing the bag carefully. it's a ten minute ride at best, picking something up at the store for him before a stream.

he shrugs, brings his sunglasses over his face, trying to hide the red across his face

"want one?"

you pop the bag open gently, going through the bag before picking the best out, gently feeding him one as both of your faces are red.

+ one

ludwig's eyes are heavy next to you. you can tell even with his eyes on the road, slanted and narrowed, glaring at the yellow lines on the road.

"hey," you nudge him, the familiar movement between you two, the same song and dance that you two always do, narrowingly missing feet, "pull over, let me drive."

his voice borders on slurring: "what kind of boyfriend would i be if i made my girl drive home?"

it's obvious he's trying to smirk, to come off as this confident version of ludwig, but instead it comes off as a grimace, an uncomfortable look.

"you'd be a boyfriend who wants to get me home safely. seriously-let me drive, cmon."

he groans but obeys, the click of the turn signal as he flicks it on, eases to the side of the road.

puts the car into park, rests the side of his face against the too rough seat: "i owe you. i'm sorry i'm a shitty boyfriend-"

"cmon ludwig," you say gently, "you don't mean it. move over, let me drive. i'll get you home safe."

"US."

"hm?"

you're in the drivers seat, clicking into the seatbelt as he fumbles with the seatbelt, his hand outstretched over the gear shift, he wiggles his fingers, an obvious invitation.

you roll your eyes but link fingers with him gently. his eyes are already closed when he speaks

"¡ love you."

for a second you're afraid he's sleeping, talking in his sleep-wouldn't be the first time.

"don't leave me hanging like that."

your eyes snap to him, his eyes half shut but a lazy smile on his face as he rubs the pad of his thumb over your hand.

"¡ don't know what you're talking about."

he groans, shuts his eyes:

"¡ love you, i love you, i love you." he lets out a sigh like he's been holding it for a long time, "i've been too big of a pussy to say it."

you hum, turn the volume in the radio up, let him sit for a second, the pink in your face rising, can hear your heart in your ears, how you've been waiting for this

it rolls of your lips as easily as you'd hope:

"¡ love you too."

[juice-plums]

Medic x reader: Examine

(smutty)

“Arms up”

the medic ordered Y/n she complies as the medic runs his gloved hands down her torso she giggles and he smiles the red base was quiet perfect time to get a daily check up

“okay nothing unusual vere now time for gynecologist appointment” Medic says Y/n nods starting to take off her shirt

“woah vere! vait till i’m out of the room” Medic says a flustered mess she giggles

“Medic I trust you no need to get nervous…unless you want to” she cheekily remarked his face getting redder He nods Y/n starts to get lower her pants her shoes already off Medic blushes seeing Y/n in her bra and panties

“very vell um lay down” he says she does so Medic gets up and hovers over her he starts to heavy breath but why is he feeling this way towards his woman coworker he’s always been respectful towards her but now it just feels weird as his hands were sweaty

“Swear Medic i’ve been feeling pressure around my breasts they’ve been so sore and tender i just..I had to come to you”

Medic’s face hot his hands going towards her bra touching her patted tits he fumes internally screaming feeling them she looks at his hands touching her boobies

“Here let me show you” her hands went behind her back to unclip her bra Medic loudly hums seeing Y/n take her bra off and putting it to the side he hesitates putting his hands on her bare tits

“Vere? right here?” he asks Y/n groans throwing her head back she nods it made her look sexy Medic hums

“vell no turned nipples…..I feel no lumps………” Medic continues to fondle with her breasts Y/n bit her lip looking at medic his face hungry with desire she gulps but starts to feel a weird sensation the more he messes with her boobs He quickly pinches her nipples before backing up

“okay they look good now time to check your vagina”

she felt her heart beat feeling his hands go to her panties and lowering them to the floor he spreads her legs she stares at him his eyes staring at her pussy he licks his lips spreading her pussy lips with his gloved fingers

she whimpers covering her mouth feeling a sweet sensation as he touches her bud oh mein god i want to devour this cunt so bad he thought her leg twitch he couldn’t help himself and went in and tasted her cunt his tongue flicking her bud making her jolt

“M-Medic?! oh!~” she bucks her hips he grabs her legs holding them as he slurps her pussy so much her eyes rolled back He grunts realizing what he was doing and immediately stops she whines looking at him

“oh Mein god vhat vas so unprofessional I-I am sorry” he frantically apologized his voices mumbles curses in German as he fixes his glasses she holds his head

“who…told…you…to stop?” She asks medic heats up and smiles evilly going in and went back to eating her out

she groans ruffling his hair he holds onto her legs completely covering his face buried into her pussy Y/n just could moan she shouldn’t be enjoying this but she couldn’t help herself she needed to cum badly Y/n was vocal Medic loved hearing her loud moans he loved how she tasted

“Ludwig!!~ oh I’m gonna-!” She hisses cumming he slurps her cum all of it she twitches as he does so Y/n whimpers now sensitive to his tongue Medic gets up and slips down his pants exposed himself to her

Y/n whimpers he so big Ludwig takes his glasses off she stares into his eyes “you’re so handsome” she whispers he laughs massaging his tip into her hole and he slips in slowly

she screeches her face scrunches from the pain Ludwig evilly laughs sliding in some more her walls clenching around his hard penis holding her legs open Y/n heart beats her body glistening and collided with his sweat

“God oh my God!!~~~” her words slurred being dicked down as he fully made it in balls deep Ludwig holds her body close her legs wrapped around his torso staring into her eyes he starts to thrusts slowly she holds his face

“I love you I love you I love you I love you” She says over and over Ludwig mechanically laughs making out with her pounding her gummy walls not letting them breathe or savor the feeling his balls pound onto her ass she turns her head embarrassed of her noisy mouth

he forcefully grabs her face making her look at him she kisses his hand slowly sucking his thumb

“look at you….vour’re so pathetic…I just wanna make vou all mine…..oh you clench so tightly around my cock……vould vou like vhat?….vould vou wanna be my little cock slave?”

Her tongue out like a dog brain dead from his cock he chuckles

“by the look on vour face….you-ah! would…”

“rearrange my guts….fill my womb….with your babies”

He french kisses her thrusting into her hole her vagina squelching she could bust any minute now Y/n now being louder her voice echoing through the examination room his grunts and groans mixed with hers sounding like animals

“Oh!!!!~ LUDWIG~~~” she screams creaming cum squirting out of her Medic grunts Pumping his load into her womb filling it with so much cum it leaks out of her

Medic pulls out and laid beside her their gasps and pants for air combined the room filled with hot steamy air Medic french kisses her his hands tangles in her messy sweaty hair

“I love you Ludwig” she whispers in his mouth Ludwig chuckles

“love you always”

[shadowstar123]

UPDATE: FIC HAS BEEN FOUND

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2331155/chapters/5136983

Once again i am in search of a fic. Please help!!!

So im looking for a hetalia(germany) /ludwig x f!reader fic. Its a multi-chapter fic i read on AO3. Basically reader was posing as soldier ((i cant remember for which country)) but she gets captured by Germany who could tell she was a girl. And he kinda takes her in. Gilbert is there too, just annoying Germany. But yea ludwig and reader share a cot scene. Oh and ludwig has a medic cousin or smth. Reader kinda doesnt feel well later on and gets checked up. Actually she cut her hand before too and got checked before that. But like something happens later on and he had to send reader the Gilbert away. But like reader is pregnant while on the run. And like she had twins and its like years until she reunites w ludwig again. Theres a whole reunion scene at the door. Pretty sure a plate dropped. Gilbert was hungry. Kids were alseep. Ludwig only found out abt them the next morning. Theres a Gil(bird) joke in there somewhr too.

Honestly i just really need help finding this fic. I read it yearssss ago and idk if its still available on AO3 BUT I JUST SUDDENLY HAD THE URGE TO READ IT AGAIN YKNOW

[puppysirie0-0]

“Aren’t You a Little Whore?”

Pairing: Ludwig x Reader

Summary: You’re Ludwig’s little Whore, not much to it

Warnings: Smut, SoftDom!Ludwig, Ludwig is called chérie, Spit Kink, Degradation Kink, Kitchen Floor Sex?

Minors DNI

You had been watching Ludwig as he was on stream playing chess. You always found the way he would meticulously choose his moves and stretch at the end of games attractive. You didn’t notice at first, but you soon realized it a little over a year ago, and you’d assumed you had hidden it well, but you were wrong.

You were making Ludwig dinner since he was streaming, and you hadn’t noticed he had gotten up to check on you, until you felt a warmth behind you. Turning around to face your lover, you leaned up to kiss him. He moaned into your mouth as you ran your fingers through his hair.

He pulled away for a minute and he just looked down at you glancing from your eyes to lips back and forth. He put his thumb on your bottom lip, swiped it over your glistening lips, and told you, “Open.” You opened your mouth and he leaned down to spit in your mouth, you swallowed, immediately getting the message. 

Ludwig groaned at the site of it and leaned down to kiss you again, this time it’s more hungry and lust filled. The kiss becomes more heated as you kiss back and he lifts you onto the counter. You fumble to turn off the stove, and he continued to kiss you.

You pulled away as you looked at him, breathlessly saying “Chérie, we can’t, your streaming.” Him quickly replying, “I said I needed to go to the bathroom, we have at least 20 minutes,” With a smile. 

You fumble with his pants as you start to pull them down and say, “Better make the most of our time then.” He quickly starts to lift your shirt massaging your boob in one hand and reaching to pull up your skirt and massage your clit with the other. 

He starts to line himself up and lets you adjust to his length, even in your 2 years of dating you had to take a second to adjust to his size with a delicious stretch. You nod at him as an indication for him to move, he starts off slow quickly building a relentless pace.

He moves you down to the floor to put you in a mating press, and you babble at him to keep going. He leans down to kiss you and breaks away for a minute to say, “Aren’t you a little whore?” You moan at his words you feel a rush of heat go down to your core and see him smirk at the effects his words had on you. He keeps thrusting into you as you clench around him, telling him to fill you up over and over again. 

Your orgasm hits you, fast, Ludwig not too slow behind. He lays over you tucking his head into the crook of your neck. You lift his head up to kiss him, and whispered “You need to get cleaned up to get back for stream.” He pulled out, with a little whine from you because of the sudden emptiness. he comes back a little bit later with a cloth, and he cleans you up. You get dressed, pull your shirt back and your skirt back down. You stop to comb his hair back into place and kiss him, telling him “Now get back to your stream.” As he replies telling you, “Fine, but I am fucking you later.” You giggle and tell him “You better.”

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Author’s Note: I hope you like this fic, I’ll be posting at 10:45 EST for the next 9 days! if you want more work like this on Ludwig, Check out @boobberries​ blog, I might be writing another fic like this just with QT too.

[bravo4iscool]

i know this is a trashy ass pic but look at my man alexander ludwig giving ✨simon riley✨ in bad boys: ride or die😔✊🏼

man slayed this movie boots down💅🏼💅🏼

[generational-atrophy]

ok like ur one of my top 3 fav hetalia request blogs so uhhh could i get the big 8 (and canada ofc) and how they cuddle???

hetalia main 8 (+ canada & prussia) affection hcs

2.0k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: mention of suggestive themes, mention of alcohol

a/n: sorry this got turned into just general affection hcs. hope thats ok. also i couldnt find the original source for any of these images :sob:

America

Alfred is a very casually intimate person. His legs intertwined with yours while you game, his hand on your shoulder while you introduce him, and his hands held over yours while he shows you anything, are all common sights even before you start dating.

But once you actually get together, he doesn't get much more affectionate as much as he does touchy. Say goodbye to any personal space, as Alfred loves to manhandle you. Anytime he likes something you're wearing, he just grabs it and forces you to stand there awkwardly.

Every time he comes home from work stressed, he insists that you hold his head in your lap and pet his hair.

When the night begins, he's on the other side of the bed. But by morning, the blankets are practically all on the floor while he hugs you from behind, his face buried in your hair and his legs caging you against the sheets.

Also: he's a great hugger (: Any sickness can be ailed by drowning in his arms.  Sometimes it really does feel suffocating, he has no sense of self-control and way too much love for you to realize that it’s alarming to be tackled to the ground.

England

Arthur despises PDA. Arthur despises you knowing how much he cares. Arthur despises being vulnerable in any way. Arthur despises rainbows and sunshine. But he loves you, so he'll hold you by the waist when your head falls on his shoulder.

Most of the time, the most you'll get is a chaste kiss, only sometimes on the lips. It took him a while to even agree to share a bed because it's “unseemly“ for an unwed couple. When you do share a bed, he rarely cuddles up to you. He’s almost always an arm's length away, close but not too close.

But when he gets drunk, his real self comes out. Suddenly he's pressing soft kisses up and down your chest, his hands keeping you pressed against the bed while he whispers how much he loves you in languages he hasn't spoken in centuries.

But even when he's in his right mind, you might be able to convince him to let you sit in his lap while he reads to you. He'll deny it, but he does love it greatly. In general, he prefers holding you rather than the other way around.

France

While Francis may be incredibly affectionate, he isn't really the biggest cuddler. His physical affection comes mostly in the forms of passionate, breath-taking kisses and slow dancing. But of course, he does love having you close, so you'll end up cuddling anyway.

He loves lounging with you by his side, a nice bottle of wine readily available, while you two reminisce. His hands always find a way to snake underneath your clothing, but it's only so he can trace soft patterns on your skin, making you relax even further against him.

At night, it depends on the mood. If you're feeling needy, he'll happily pull you close to rest your head on his chest. If he's feeling needy, he'll beg for you to hold him close, to run your fingers through his hair and tell him how much you love him. But if it's the summer and he's hot, he'll kick you off the bed if you touch him.

Also, just for the record, he never lets go of your hand throughout the day. Ever. The difference between affection at home and affection in public is completely lost on Francis, so be prepared for him to pull you against him just like he would if no one was watching.

China

In terms of love languages, Yao cares much more for quality time than physical affection. But he can be prone to clingy moods, refusing to leave your side for hours at a time. During those times, it's best to just let him nuzzle his face against your neck without protest.

On the rare nights that he lets you cook, he'll hold you tight from behind. Surprisingly not just to criticize your technique, but also because he just loves how you feel pressed up against him.

When it comes to the bed, he is surprisingly cuddly. He'll ghost his hands all over your body while you're falling asleep, seemingly always in awe of your beauty. He's rarely aggressive in any way, his affection always soft and thoughtful.

(Also, he prefers cuddling without clothes. Not for even a single remotely sexual reason, but just because it's so much more intimate)

When in public, he never goes beyond brushing a hair behind your ear; but with the way he looks at you, you always feel just as loved as you would otherwise.

Russia

The moment you give him permission, Ivan is all over you. Constant kisses, constant hugs, never more than a step away, he'll be attached to your side for as long as you let him.

Anytime you two are together, he'll pull you as close as possible. Watching a movie is always done with you on his lap, no car ride is complete without his hand around your thigh, and even when you're separated, he's anxious to keep an eye on you.

Without you in his arms, he'd find it difficult to sleep. He can't get enough of watching you while your eyes flutter shut, his calloused hands running through your hair until you finally relax completely.

Every time you reach out for him first, he finds himself too flustered to speak. He's a very handsy person himself, so it's impossible to make him uncomfortable. All he can do is watch you in awe, never growing tired of the feeling of your skin against his.

Canada

Matthew's affection is always hesitant, as if he's afraid you'll break the moment his skin meets yours. He'd never do as little as hold your hand without your permission, much less pull you into a hug.

But the opposite is true when you're the one asking him for his touch. If you seem nervous, suddenly his kiss is all-consuming, taking the breath out of your lungs and causing you to stumble.

At night, he absolutely melts when you hold each other. Your hands around his waist make him shiver, and he can't stop himself from burying his face in your hair, his fingers drawing feather-light patterns into your back. But it already takes an hour of convincing to get him into bed with you, much less to get him to cuddle without him constantly asking if you’re alright.

In public, however, any affection makes him blush bright red. He can barely believe that you're alright with showing your love for him. If you were to suddenly hug him to say goodbye, it's unlikely he'd be able to pull himself away. He loves your touch, but he can't let himself indulge, the fear of your rejection making him fear getting too close.

Italy

From the moment you two met, Feliciano's hands all over you, at all times. Personal boundaries is not something he's familiar with. No matter where you are, he's grossly affectionate. He usually doesn't care whether or not you hug him back, as long as you don't reject him too bluntly. Then he'll cry. But stop nonetheless.

If you're ever insecure, he's the man to reassure you. You'll never again leave the house without tons of kisses all over your face, much less do anything without his arm around your waist.

As expected, he's also very needy. He's satisfied to just rest his head on your shoulder most of the time, but sometimes he just needs you to hold him. If you're alright with it, his designated spot is always curled up against you with his head in your lap. If you pet his hair too, he'll be yours for life.

In bed, it's the same. If you're wrapped up in each other's arms, he's happy. But if you're holding him, not too soft yet not too tight, he might just start crying. For good reasons this time.

Germany

Ludwig’s affection is always awkward, his grip is always too tight or too soft, but he does truly love being beside you. No matter how afraid he is, as soon as you pull him into a hug, he completely forgets all nervousness. But still, it’s not often he goes out of his way to do any more than rest a hand on your shoulder comfortingly.

At night, it’s the same. He wants you close, close enough that you could always wake him up if you needed to, but not close enough that you’re pressed against each other. But on those awful nights when you just need some comfort, he’s more than happy to wrap you in a bunch of blankets and hold you all night long (He won’t get any sleep, but being so protective makes him feel just as happy.)

What he lacks in physical affection, he more than makes up for in every other area. At least he always knows the best places to kiss you.

Japan

Kiku is a very private man. You knew that before you were dating, but even now, it seems like even his affection is kept to himself. You constantly see him reach for you out of the corner of your eye, before he suddenly pulls away.

He's always rather cold in public. The most you get at home is usually just a chaste kiss, too.

Except at night, when he's too overworked and sleepy to think straight, it's the opposite. Suddenly he's crawling into your arms in the dead of night, desperate and whining for your affection. Sometimes it's the opposite, his hesitant hands running over your side, careful not to disturb you as you're pulled into his embrace.

Either way, it's rare that either of you wake up without the other, strewn across the bed and buried under the mountains of blankets Kiku loves. Just don't bring it up, because he's deathly embarrassed of how much he needs your affection.

Romano

There is not a day that goes by without Romano demanding you two cuddle. In public, at home, at night, in the morning, when you're doing nothing, when you're busy... he is... quite needy when it comes to physical affection.

His favourite way to cuddle is in bed, blankets thrown wildly around the two of you, him wrapped around you and resting his head on your thighs while you play with his hair. But he's honestly not that picky as long as you're almost painfully close.

He doesn't kiss you often (especially in public, just because he's so insecure about how people see the two of you,) but when he does, it feels like something out of a movie. Your breath taken in a second, your mind going blank, your entire body seeming to melt into his effortlessly...

As time goes on, he would probably become less clingy. When you first start dating, he's so anxious to make sure you understand how much you mean to him, that he ends up overcompensating in a lot of areas... especially when it comes to affection.

But his body IS kind of perfect for cuddling, so...

Prussia

Gilbert is a very proud man, and that remains obvious in the way he touches you. He's anxious to show off your attachment in public, always having his hand intertwined tightly with yours, his eyes never leaving you no matter what.

At home, it's the same. He's not overly clingy, especially when he gets in snippy moods, but he still believes everything is better when you're by his side. His favourite thing in the world is being cuddled up on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder while he runs his fingers down your thighs, watching probably one of the worst movies ever made.

When in bed, he's a lot more needy. He tends to get cold, so he always pulls you against him. When you cling to his chest, he swears he's in heaven. But that also means it's a struggle to get up in the morning since he always insists on “just 5 more minutes.“

He's rather... grabby. His affection is usually aggressive, and sometimes a little embarrassing, but it's just because he's so desperate to show you how he really feels, beyond the silly act.

[worldheadcanons]

Can you do Axis x reader x Allies? They are all fighting for reader's love.

☆ axis vs allies: fighting for your love!

starring. . . gender neutral reader and north italy, germany, japan, america, + china.

author notes; this was super fun, i imagined it to be a sort of otome game scenario with multiple routes. like the protagonist/reader goes on dates with everyone until they choose just one person to be with. i couldn’t fit all the main allies in here, sorry anon! lmk if you want a part two for them or any other characters.

feliciano vargas!

— he knows that his colleagues are also interested in you. he’s not particularly discouraged though because, really, who wouldn’t be? you were attractive, intelligent, thoughtful— the whole package. vargas knows he has his own unique charms, traits that the allies and even the another axis don’t have. feliciano is cute and he knows how to use that to his advantage. alfred is cute too, but in a different way. he doubts the boisterous american could sweep you off your feet like he could.

— in terms of competition he views francis and ludwig as his biggest enemies. feliciano is smart enough to not let anyone ruin his personal relationships, so he doesn’t hold any real ill will towards the two. in fact, it’s because he likes them so much, especially ludwig, that he even considers them to be rivals in the first place. francis is very obviously romantic. he was the one who taught vargas the ropes, after all. however his romance was rather.. mature.. meanwhile, the italian preferred to keep his romance light and playful. ludwig was cute in a stoic way. he couldn’t flirt to save his life, but that was part of his appeal. he would give you a small smile as he tried his best to be romantic and your heart couldn’t help but melt.. yea, those two would be trouble.

— he likes to keep dates vague at first, leaving you unsure of whether or not things are platonic or romantic. unlike francis or arthur he doesn’t come on strong. the first dates are still pretty high class though. dinners at expensive restaurants, trips to private beaches, live music shows— feliciano’s willing to spend every dime on you and he’s not afraid to show it. all the while he’s joking and laughing with you, looking you lovingly in the eyes with the cutest boyish smile you’ve ever seen. he’ll whine and complain sometimes, pouting anytime you tease him. he’s pretty childish but he knows when to pull back so that it’s not annoying. 

�� when things get really romantic, you’ll know. he’ll take you to more public places. vargas has many family businesses that he’ll frequent with you. it’s his way of saying you’re closer than you were before. vargas will initiate a lot more pda too, holding your hand more often than not and reveling in the feeling of you leaning on his shoulder. he’s not opposed to cheek kisses either. occasionally he’ll ‘miss’ your cheek and nail a kiss close to your lips, hinting at what he could make happen in the future. what he hoped would happen in the future. 

— eventually things will escalate to a point where he’ll personally ask you if you want to be with him or not. not because feliciano views it as a waste of time if you don’t want to continue on, but because he truly wants to be with you. he can’t stand not knowing anymore and he especially can’t stand not having you all to himself. vargas will be respective of your answer no matter what.. but.. he has a feeling you’ll say yes. 

ludwig beilschmidt!

— he’s not particularly confident of himself in this area. romance was not ludwig’s strong suit. he knows that other countries are interested in you as well, which doesn’t help him feel any better. even feliciano was after you! despite it all, his older brother had encouraged him to try to win you over. so here he was. he would try his best. the german didn’t know it, but he had his own charms. he was stoic and sort of inexperienced but still a polite man. many ladies found this to be charming. in a way, his lack of romantic prowess was his power. 

— his biggest competitors, in his mind, are feliciano and alfred. both for reasons he considers obvious. they’re both rather ‘naturally cute’ men. they had this boyish charm while still being mature. alfred was really funny which only helped his case. feliciano was great at romancing others and while ludwig doesn't know much about alfred’s love life, he figured that it was likely the american was the same way. gah.. just thinking about it makes him frown. he’s been at disadvantages before though, so he’s able to convince himself that things will be fine no matter the outcome. his opinion on the two of them doesn’t change because of the situation. beilschmidt understands that no one can help the way they feel. it’s no one man’s fault that they’re all pursuing the same person. he just wishes he didn’t have to go against vargas, one of his closest friends.

— his first dates are.. regular. but not in a bad way. ludwig spends his days beforehand researching and reading up on things like date etiquette, best cafes to take someone out to, good meals to order, conversation tactics, and more. he doesn’t mind putting in the extra work to catch up with the people he’s up against. he’ll try his best to be romantic the whole time by holding doors and complimenting you whenever the opportunity presents itself. he asks a few questions about you, wanting to get to know you for who you really are. your other suitors may take you out to expensive places but they probably weren’t actively trying to learn about you— at least that’s what the german was betting on. 

— dates will slowly but surely become more tuned to your interests and personality. you like to paint? he’ll invite you out to a nice art bar where you two can create something together. you like to read? he’ll take you to a library-cafe. beilschmidt feels that these dates are the most personal. there’s more pda as he really gets comfortable. it’s mostly limited to hand holding. every so often at the end of dates he’ll ask for a kiss. if you oblige and give him one, you’ll get to see a small smile on his face as he admires you lovingly. he may even bite his lip, clearly whipped for you.

— of course, there’ll come a time where he decides to finally ask about your intentions. he asks a little bit later, not wanting to hold you down or force a decision onto you. with the guidance of his older brother, he’ll find the time to sit you down and ask if you want to date him… like, seriously date him. just him. no matter your answer, he’ll still want to be friends with you. he’s gotten to know you so well, he couldn’t just turn away from you. 

kiku honda!

— he’s whipped for you, though it took him a bit longer than everyone else to realize it. kiku mostly labeled what he was feeling as feelings of admiration. once he notices the the pain in chest as he sees francis trying to serenade you, he realizes that he’s in love. deeply in love. it’s a bit awkward when he comes to you later than the other axis and politely asks if he can take you out sometime. despite the awkwardness, you say yes, with a smile. smiles are good. he knows a thing or two about going out with people so he’s not completely stressed about that. anything he doesn’t know he just researches beforehand, similarly to ludwig.

— his biggest competitor for your love, in his opinion, is feliciano. he’s cute, he’s funny— if honda was in your position, he would have folded for the other immediately. he’s a little worried about everyone really because he’s ‘late to the game’, but overall vargas is his biggest threat. things will be okay though, kiku assures himself. he knows he’s cute in his own way. many of his colleagues have commented on the fact that his relaxed expression was a cute one. it was rare for them to see him relaxed as he mostly thought of work related things when he was in their company. for you, however, it wouldn’t be rare to see. honda would make sure of that. 

— the first dates, similarly to yao’s, are formal. they’re not uptight though, as he wants to seem cute to appeal to you as a boyfriend. there’s gift giving here and there, but he mostly focuses on doing things for you. just when you’re too lazy to cook for the night, kiku’s there to pick you up and take you to a luxurious restaurant. anytime you mention something that needs fixing, he’s on it. if he can’t fix it himself, he pays someone to do it in his stead. he insists that it’s normal and that you owe him nothing in return. he just wants to see you prosper, is all. pda is kept to a minimum, seeing as though it takes him a while to even work up the nerve to ask if he can kiss you. when he does finally kiss you, it’s immediately made clear that he’s experienced. nothing too passionate, of course. there’s a certain air of confidence and the kiss has just the right amount of chasteness to keep you wanting more. 

— as things go on the two of you only get closer. his dates shift from formal outings to extremely casual dates. sometimes it’s buying manga and books together, sometimes it’s watching your favorite movies at home. honda’s favorite ‘date’ consists of you two sitting quietly together in the same room doing completely different things. kiku finds this to be extremely romantic. you’re both doing different things but still enjoying each other’s presence. he’ll be doing paperwork and you’ll be sitting with a computer and neither of you are talking but both of you are happy. during times like this, he may even lean over and kiss you on the cheek, commenting on how much he enjoys your company. 

— he’s not afraid to ask you straight-out what you want for yourself and your future. honda doesn’t want to keep you from your version of happiness, even if that happiness is with another man. there’s no doubt that he wants what’s best for you. 

alfred f. jones!

— he’s a bit thrown off that other men are also trying to romance you. from the very beginning he decides that you’re the one who wants to go steady with. alfred is thrown off, but not enough to give up. he knows his worth. he’s a funny guy, people like that. he’s cute too, smart when he wants to be. jones would ask arthur for help but.. he’d be better off asking a math teacher for help in a history class. he didn’t think kirkland was any good with romantic endeavors. he’d just have to wing it and do his best. it’d be fine.. probably.

— the american doesn’t think of anyone as competition really, but he does hate the idea of you going out with francis. i mean, come on! he’s quite literally known for being a romantic! hopefully you’d find his flirting corny or off putting instead of endearing. alfred’s not completely inept when it comes to romance but he’s no hot shot. most of the time when a flirt of his fails, people laugh it off because he’s just so cute while trying to be a flirty guy. he’s a loser, but an attractive one. people also enjoy the fact that he’s a bit chubby. he knows this only because of past experiences. hmm.. he supposes that ivan could pose an issue too. he’s always an issue in some way or another. 

— his beginning dates are very fun! he’s more fond of going to carnivals, finding a drive in movie theater, stargazing, eating at diners, and dancing together than any modern date. lunch dates are fine and all but it’s just so boring to jones. it’s not that he needs a bunch of excitement but he wants these dates to be interesting. he hopes that after each date ends, he’s still on your mind. he doubts the others are taking you out to such cool places. he’s flirty on these dates, trying his hardest to impress you. he’ll hold your hand often on these dates, as physical contact is something he enjoys a lot. alfred doesn’t mind hugs or kisses this early either, especially if you’re dancing. if you’re not enjoying each other then why even go out? after each date he personally escorts you home. he also leaves you with a kiss to your hand, a sign that he still has some sense of politeness despite his eagerness. 

— as things continue you’ll start to notice that he’s taking you to more distinctive places. instead of finding a drive in movie theater in the middle of nowhere, the american will take you to a roller rink he comes to often. the people there will know him and they’ll know you when he brings you in. apparently he talks about you to whoever will listen. it’s flattering albeit embarrassing. a lot of the places you’ll go will be places he enjoys and wants to share with you. alfred’s much softer now and a bit goofier, backing away from the flirty persona he attempted to put on for the first few dates. you’ll often find yourself leaning onto his shoulder as you try to recollect yourself after breaking down from laughter. it’s in these moments that he’ll smile at you, soaking in your happy expression. it’s a gorgeous expression, one he’d like to see all the time. 

— one day jones realizes that he needs to be seriously dating you. he wanted to take you to an animal adoption center as a sort of surprise but he noticed that doing that was sort of a couple thing.. like a serious couple thing. alfred really thinks getting you a pet would be the best thing in the world. the two of you would make the best pet parents in his mind. it would make him a true hero. or close to one. so he swings by your place and directly asks you if you want to be his partner. he doesn’t stall once he realizes what he needs to do. jones believes that it’s best to just go for what you want. you only live once, after all. 

yao wang!

— it’s not his first time courting a lady. he’s experienced. he even believes that he could outdo francis somewhat. only somewhat though. yao’s been around for a long time so he knows what people like and don’t like. it’s not that he’s a super romantic but he’s passionate no matter what, which draws you in. he suspects you have a thing for older men, which he doesn’t mind playing into. he’s aged like fine wine and he’s not afraid to flaunt it. 

— there is no rivals or competition in wang’s mind. why think about the other guys when he can just focus his attention on you and him? if he had to choose, he’d say arthur, maybe. maybe. francis was too much of a try hard for your affections. kirkland was a mature man. he was polite. the british man seemed to know how to treat someone right. however, in the end, yao viewed himself as on top of it all. he refused to let himself get anxious over your other suitors. that’s how people lose. by worrying.

— he’s a calm and quiet pursuer, playing the long game. beginner dates are very formal. wang tries with all his might to impress you but he makes sure to do so in a way that seems effortless. like he could do this everyday. as if to say, ‘dating me will result in the best treatment for you everyday until death’. he could never say it outright, so he let his actions speak for him. he’s no sugar daddy and he never claims to be anything of the sort. he’s just giving you a taste of what your life could be like should you choose to spend it with him. yao also gives you lots of gifts, though he tries to keep them small so you’re not overwhelmed. he adores the face you make whenever you open up a present he’s gotten you. you’re always so happy to received them.. so graceful when you accept them.. he can’t help but want to spoil you. and that’s exactly what he’ll do, if you continue on.

— as you get closer, wang starts to feel younger. his few grey hairs seem to be jet black again. the dates become less formal and more casual for the both of you. often he’ll just invite you over to his house. he spends less time trying to impress you and more time just enjoying you and your company. you’ll start to hold hands, hug, and kiss a lot more now. he loves the feeling of your lips on his cheek. these dates are a lot more loose and fun, often ending with you two giggling as he holds you in his arms. yao likes to dance with you in his home, rocking back and forth with a smile on his face. he’s shown you what the two sides of your relationship would be like. the first side, what was seen by the public— expensive dinners, beautiful clothing for the both of you, and  lovely gifts— and now, the second side, what wasn’t seen by the public. kisses to the forehead, cooking for each other, reading together, and laughing over nothing in particular. 

— after a while wang will invite you over one day and pop the question. no, not marriage, though he does think you’d make a perfect partner.. he’ll ask if you want to start officially dating. he doesn’t know for sure if you’ll say yes, even though he’s used his tried-and-true method of dating on you. yao hopes for the best and prepares for the worst. he hopes for your love.. but he’s prepared to live life as just a friend of yours. boyfriend or otherwise, he’d like to be present in your life.

[the-phantom-author]

Lud in the Anthony Padilla video talking about retiring and starting a bakery. And I just,,, 🫠🫠🫠

This is for me and the three people who like Lud content.

Dad Ludwig who makes bread with his kids. It's partially a blinding thing, especially when they're young. Like he has a recipe for the best bread ever, but if his kid wants to add banana or chocolate chips and ruin it, who is he to complain.

But also using it as a form of apologizing when they get older. He said something that came off the wrong way, or got into an argument where he was in the wrong. He does actually apologize, he takes the blame knowing he was fully to blame for it going as far and getting as bad as it did. And while his kid has forgave him, he still feels a little guilty about it. So he spends some time making them fresh bread, whatever kind is their favorite. He'll set it down on their table in their room and just leave.

[inhibitionfreewriting]

this was 100% influenced by this tweet. and then me teasing @starsyoubreaklikesugardust

(I DID NOT REALIZE HOW NSF//T THAT TWITTER IS AKSDFJGBAJKDEHA IM SO SORRY I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW I GOT THAT TWEET ON MY TL IN THE FIRST PLACE 💀💀💀)

love u ♥

--

Ludwig as your older brothers best friend, who constantly is at your house and is always dressed like he's ready to either jump in a pool or play basketball in your backyard.

Who catches you staring one day and locks eyes with you, stretching and showing a bit of his tummy and putting his arms behind his head as he talks.

Who is 100% looking past your brother and staring at your face with a stupid little smile. He knows you're staring and he likes it, he slides down a little bit in his chair and spreads his legs a little further.

You force yourself to look away and run and hide because your heart is beating in your ears and your hands are sweaty and you're trying to wipe it away before you hear a husky, "hey."

He's standing behind you and as you turn to look at him, he smiles and puts a hand next to your head and leans just a little. You barely squeak out a "hi?" questioning what he wants with you really.

"You uh, look a little flush, you feelin' okay, mon cher?" And of course he has to speak French to you because he knows, he knows, it flusters you. A tiny nod and he presses his hand to your forehead. He doesn't know how a fever feels, doesn't know if you actually do feel hot or not, but he knows you like it and he'd never tell you or your brother, but he likes it too. His hand moves from your forehead, to your cheek, past your ear and through your hair softly before pulling away.

"Dunno, you feel a little warm to me," his hand lands on your shoulder and you jump a little, fingers very slightly sliding under the collar of your shirt. "Maybe you should try getting out-"

"Hey - what's the hold up? Grab the soda!" You could hear your brothers voice call and Ludwig frowned a little, calling back -

"Shut up I'm grabbing it!" He smiled after another beat and dropped his head to steal a kiss before grabbing the soda on the counter near you and running off, not giving you enough time to respond or even register that it had happened.

You ran as fast as your legs would carry you to your bedroom, slamming the door shut and dialing your best friend.

"I NEED to tell you what the fuck just happened."

[fullofgutsndopamine]

or: ludwig takes up jogging and keeps running into you

ludwig thinks if he keeps walking everything will work out.

one foot in front of the other, one, two, step-falls into a pace as his worn shoes kick gravel across the park.

a blanket had fallen over LA, leaving it dark as if someone was covering his eyes-even though it was dark sweat dropped down his back, made his shirt stick to him. he wondered how much longer he has to do this stupid fucking walk that's suppose to help his mental health or whatever bullshit Aimen has told him (he wasn't really listening)

ludwig kicks at a pebble with the tip of his boot and wishes the darkness would engulf him, swallow him whole and make him disappear.

look, nightly runs werent her favorite thing in the world but if it got her out of the house, that was enough for her.

the apartment was too small, too loud, became everything she hated with what seemed like overnight-

"Hey!"

her hands break your fall barely, can feel the tiny pebbles dig into your palms that she’ll have to pick out later.

her head whips up at the figure in front of her who looks more confused than she is.

"Who wears all black to go on a fucking jog in the middle of the night?!" she huff, shaking dirt off from her shirt, "idiot."

ludwig shakes his head as if he's waking himself up before he finally offers his hand wordlessly to help her up. instead, she smacks it out of the way, grumbling as you struggle to stand.

"So," she pushes, still irritated, "the all black?" ludwig's lips buzz with anxiety, trying to find the right words to make this count.

instead, it comes out like this:

"victim blaming," he huffs but the smirk gives him away, "in 2023? real nice."

"it's not victim blaming if you aren't the victim, idiot."

"you could at least ask my name before you try and bully someone off the trail."

she wants to wipe the stupid fucking smirk off his face.

"So i have a name to match with the idiot who decides to wear dark clothes at night?" she crosses her arms over her chest, "sure. give me a name."

now he smiles, crossing his own arms over his chest:

"no, now i don't think you actually want it."

"you're an actual liability," she huff back, "next time wear a safety vest."

and she takes back off on her run before he can see how pink her face is.

days pass. she almost forgets about the encounter if it wasn't for the gravel stained marks on her palms.

the next time she sees him, she hears him before she see him.

he falls into step as she jog.

"so look," he says, immediately matching your stride,

"i wore a fucking pink shirt so i wouldn't be a liability today."

she rub at your temples:

"didn't i say a safety vest, not brightly colored shirt?" his eyebrows scrunch together and he looks genuinely confused:

"is it not the same thing?"

she roll your eyes, squinted at the horizon ahead.

"it's ludwig, by the way." his voice is so quiet next to her, she would almost miss it, "that's my name. Ludwig."

finally she looks over at him and he looks nervous for a second, like he's afraid he passed an imaginary line or said the wrong thing (he always says the wrong fucking thing)

"ludwig," she tries his name in her mouth, getting use to the way it feels, the way it falls off her tongue.

"hm."

"that a good hm?" he teases, finally smiling as you slow down to a slower walk with him, "i hope?"

she wipe at your face to hide the smile.

"indifferent, for now."

it becomes a routine. there's no set time-when darkness falls over LA and the only sound is the hum of cars passing by and crickets in the background is when she begins her walk. eventually, she starts seeing ludwig in the parking lot-both stretching together as she take off on the same route. ludwig listens as she point out the same flowers, acting like she don't always tell him what they are, and she laugh as he trips over his feet as he always does. it's a comfortable routine.

days pass without her. for a while he's afraid he said the wrong thing, did the wrong thing, that she’ll be gone forever.

he finally sees her as she sits on the regular bench kicking her feet, neck craned as if she’s looking for someone. he approaches her slowly, a if he's unsure.

With ludwig's fists buried deep in his pockets he stares at the ground to stop the words from falling out of his mouth and falling at the gravel under him. they're shaped like her: missed her yesterday it spills out quietly on the ground not the same without her here. he watches as the words fall at the ground under him and he uses his boots to kick gravel over them before he can do anything stupid, like say the words that so desperately dance on the tip of his tongue.

instead he says:

"Hey"

she all but hops out of her seat, hoping she don't come off as too eager.

"Hey!" she finally say back, a large smile on her face, "finally. was thinking you weren't making it tonight. thought you quit on me."

"like you quit on me?"

he's teasing, hope it comes off that way and he's lucky, as the smile spreads across your lips:

"bastards at work tried to kill me this week-"

"ah," he shakes his head, the anxiety falling out with it, "i see they didn't succeed."

"guess they'll have to try harder."

he laughs, falling into place with her, trying to ignore how her hand hits his gently as they both walk and catch up with one another

[schlattslonghairytoes]

baby its cold outside❄️ ⛄️

announcing your relationship!!

*christmas album schlatt ahead*

you and schlatt had been dating since the end of 2021 when you met in texas

when he decided he wanted to move back to new york, you immediately knew you wanted to follow him there

but here was the issue

no one knew you two were dating.

ofc there was speculation, but it was never confirmed, and you guys werent stupid

if the both of you randomly moved to new york you would never hear the end of it

and you both always knew you wanted to announce it in a fun way rather then through rumors

so when schlatt had announced he would be releasing a christmas album you knew it was time

you two had been friends for a long time as far as the fans knew, but you both felt it was time to finally announce your relationship so you could move on and live your lives, rather then hide from people

schlatt was going to move back in late may, and your plan was to join him in early august

the three months you guys spent apart only confirmed that this was the right decision for the both of you

when initially recording the songs of you two together, ill be honest, it was a fucking struggle

laughter, voice cracks and some small segments of yelling were filling up the recordings, rather then actual singing

but eventually when the album was released, fans immediately noticed the ft. of their favorite creator next to three different songs

fans went wild.

(understandable, i would too.)

a christmas special

Jschlatt

christmas: classics • 2024 •

1 Let it snow!

2 It's beggining to look alot like christmas

3 Baby, its cold outside - ft you

4 White christmas

5 Your a mean one Mr. Grinch - ft ted nivison

6 Something stupid - ft you

7 Santa claus is comin' to town - ft ludwig

8 Jingle bells - ft jack manifold

9 Santa baby - ft you

10 Feliz navidad - ft quackity

11 Frosty the snowman - ft tom simons

12 We wish you a merry christmas - various artists

one week later when a vlog was uploaded to your channel called

"3 years with big guy"

safe to say fans finally understood what was going on.

[eringobragh420]

This list is open for ALL the wrestlers on the list of who I write for, which can be found here. If you want someone not listed, go ahead and send an ask because I might have just forgot them. REQUESTS CLOSED. ❎ already requested KINKS UNDER THE CUT

🎀 ANAL 🎀 STRAP ON 🎀 CNC (consensual nonconsensual) 🎀 PREGNANCY 🎀 A/B/O DYNAMICS 🎀 SLAVERY (willing) ❎ DADDY KINK (Bron Breakker x f!Reader) 🎀 COCK WORSHIP 🎀 BITING 🎀 STRIPTEASE ❎ CHEATING (Roman Reigns x f!Reader) 💎 MUSCLE WORSHIP (Gunther x f!Reader 18+) ❎ BEGGING (Jon Moxley x f!Reader) 🎀 SPANKING 🎀 HIGH/DRUNK SEX ❎ DACRYPHILIA (Jon Moxley x f!Reader - author pick) 🎀 CAR SEX 🎀 VIRGINITY 🎀 VOYEURISM 🎀 TATTOOS ❎ BRAT-TAMING (Jey Uso x plus size!f!Reader) 🎀 TIED-UP/RESTRAINED 🎀 POWER IMBALANCE 🎀 DEGRADATION 🎀 SPITTING 🎀 PRAISE 🎀 IMPACT PLAY ❎ DUMBIFICATION (dom!Rhea Ripley x sub!Tiffany Stratton) 🎀 KEEPING QUIET 🎀 CUCKOLDING 🎀 SIZE KINK 🎀 FACE-SITTING 🎀 ON SOMEONE ELSE'S BED 🎀 FINGERING/HANDJOB AT FAMILY GATHERING ❎ CHURCH (Jey Uso x f!Reader) 🎀 BDSM 🎀 SIR KINK 🎀 FACIALS 🎀 FIGHT SEX 🎀 BLACKMAIL 🎀 AGE GAP/PLAY (always over 18, probably over 21) 🎀 HAIR-PULLING ❎ ACAROPHILIA (Seth Rollins x f!Reader) 💎 PANTY-SNIFFING (Dexter Lumis x f!Reader 18+) 🎀 PARTNER SWAP 🎀 VICARPHILIA (arousal from someone else's experience) 🎀 PET PLAY 🎀 TITTY-FUCK 🎀 CORRUPTION ❎ REQUESTER'S CHOICE (brat-taming Damian Priest x f!Reader)

[inej-ruination-ghafa]

anti-hero - c

maroon | snow on the beach | masterlist

Warning: blood, character death

Summary: the one where he realises too late the real price of the games, your life.

Worcount: 2.1k

You couldn’t help the laugh that broke out between your teeth as you sat there, “You’re an idiot, I’m surprised you made it this far,” you patched up the small wound on his side, his t-shirt lifted up as you tended to the wound, dabbing it with water and some of the medicine that had been sent.

He shrugged away at your teasing, trying to hide the smile that was growing on his face, “Shut up,” he would never admit that he was the problem but everyone else would agree in the Captiol; he didnt care, he was still tipped to be the winner.

He watched as you tipped your head back and laughed. There was a smile on your face that he hadn't seen since training. He was sure that he would never get to see you in your happiness and there was an ache in his chest at the thought.

You looked back at him to see him gazing at you, “What’s that look for?” You teased.

The two of you had been working together since the career pack had fallen apart and he had been watching you since he saw you in the Capitol. There was something there that he had never felt before.

He shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, “What look?” He replied and you could feel the tension brewing between the two of you.

He leant in slightly and that’s when he really took in your face, the small freckles littering your skin, the exact colour of your eyes, the curves of your cheek. He wondered if in another life, he would be able to stare at you forever.

“You’re doing it again,” you said, voice quiet this time as you watched his eyes flick between your eyes and your lips.

Nobody had ever looked at you like this, like they could stare at you for years and years and never get bored.

This was not where you were expecting to be when you had been reaped. Your heart racing in the woods as a boy your age looked at you like that. You had joined the career pack for necessity, not because you wanted to be with them. Now here you were, your own group.

You had joined the anti-hero of the year. He wasn’t someone anyone wanted to work with but everyone at the Capitol believed he would win. One day you would have to watch as he left.

A part of you knew that this would have to end soon.

You didn't care as he leant in and you could feel his breath on your face, “Cato,” you muttered.

He hummed in response, a hand coming up to rest on your cheek, “Yes,” he replied, voice soft and quiet like he wanted this moment to be just between the two of you.

“What are you doing?”

He smiled, eyes flicking back down to your lips, “I was gonna kiss you,” his voice sounded deeper than it had been moments ago.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you thought about it, “Okay,”

You closed your eyes as he pressed his lips against yours, soft and delicate like he was worried he would break you if he pressed against you too hard.

The hands cupping your face had killed several people, blood staining both of your skin and yet here you were, letting him kiss you gently in the middle of the woods.

You both knew the game. One of you would have to die to win. Yet, you didn't care as he pressed his lips harder against yours like it was the only time he would ever get to. He could kill you right now. He could snap your neck like you had see him do but you just let him hold you tighter, your hand going to his hair to pull him closer to you.

You laughed as you pulled away, eyes still baring into his.

He laughed like a kid, giddy and excited. You looked at him and wondered why that was so hard to believe - maybe because he managed to cover up the fact that he was still just a child so often that you almost believed he was an adult.

It felt like a dream that you were going to wake up from soon, screaming for it all to be real.

You pressed another kiss to his lips before standing up. He reached a hand out to stop you, “I have to collect berries,”

”We could head to the lake, try and catch fish,” he suggested. He didn't want you to go off alone.

You shrugged your shoulders, “I will be fine. And its too exposed by the lake,” you walked off and he watched, leaning against the rock.

A few minutes passed and he stood up, a nervous feeling in his chest like it was constricting in on itself as he thought about where you had gone. You shouldn’t have been gone for so long.

He picked up his knife as he walked through the woods, calling your name out like you would reply. You didn't.

He turned the corner when he heard a noise and that’s when he saw the scene in front of him, his stomach sinking.

Clove had you, one hand wrapped around your throat and the other holding a knife against your neck. She had ambushed you as you gathered the berries and had knocked you over the head - that’s where the blood on the side of your head was coming from.

“Don’t move, lover boy,” Clove spat the words out. She knew what that comment would mean, how it would get under his skin.

“Cato,” you somehow managed to squeeze the words out and Clove just tightened her grip around your neck.

Your eyes were wide as you looked at him, pleading for help. A part of you wondered if he was just going to let you go. One of you was going to have to die at the end anyway so why wouldn't he cut his losses now.

His jaw clenched at the sight in front of him. This was not how it was supposed to do.

He took a tentative step towards Clove and she tutted, holding the knife closer to your jugular, “I’d hate to cut her pretty skin,” she pressed the knife slightly into your flesh and you hissed out in pain as she broke through, “Oops,”

“Let her go, she has nothing to do with this,” he watched as the blood bubbled up to the surface, spilling down your collarbone.

Clove chuckled, an evil sound coming from her throat as she tightened her grip on your throat. He watched as you gasped for air slightly at the action and his fist tightened.

He had to do something soon or else you wouldn't make it out. A part of him always knew that he would have to watch you die or vice versa but it had felt so far away.

You tried to say his name again and she squeezed tighter, black spots coming into your vision, causing you to close your eyes.

“Look at me,” he demanded and your eyes fluttered open again. You could feel yourself getting weaker and weaker every second but you had to see him again. Your eyes met and he stepped forward again, “Just let her go,”

“You have grown weak Cato,” the girl spat out as she looked at him.

She looked down at you, taunting him as she dragged the knife along the vein on your neck. She could kill you at any moment.

“I’m stronger than you,” he said, “Even your parents didn’t think you would win,”

He gave you a look and you tried to figure out what it meant as he cocked his head to the side, almost like he wanted you to make your escape.

That must have hit a nerve because Clove moved the knife away from your neck, pointing it at him angrily, “I will be the victor!” She yelled out, anger booming through the woods.

As she declared that, her grip on your throat weakened and you took this as your chance to escape. You elbowed her and slid down, rolling to the side. She threw two knives at you as you moved away and you tried to dodge them both.

She went to throw another one and that’s when Cato lunged at her, grabbing her and holding her for a second, her back pressed against his front.

”Come on, you knew she would never make it out. She’s not like us,” she said and he shook his head.

there was an anger in him that he didn't even recognise. There was no hesitation as he snapped her neck, watching the life leave her eyes before he tossed her to the ground.

You knelt up, gasping for breath as you tried to understand what had just happened. You looked at Cloves dead body and then at Cato who knelt down next to you, his hands cradling your face, “I told you to be careful,”

“She ambushed me,”

He nodded, “You’re safe now,” as he looked at you, he knew he would die for that girl. If he needed to, he would give his life to make sure that she would make it out of the area, so that she could get home.

He helped you up and you stood up with a wince, his arm wrapped around your shoulders and supporting your body before your knees buckled.

He helped you lie down, your head in his lap. He looked down to see the knife in your side; it was deep and oozing blood at this point.

“Cato,” you called out and he looked back at your eyes. You had never seen so much fear in his eyes before, “Let me go,”

“No, no, someone will get you help,” he promised.

You closed your eyes, already feeling the drowsiness overtaking you from your lack of oxygen. You knew you weren't going to make it out.

“I wish we met in another circumstance,” you said as he grabbed your hand, placing it over the open wound, and applying pressure to it.

“You would have loved my district,” he said, a slight smile on his face.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you thought about the life you could have had, waking up on Sunday mornings and seeing him lying there, still fast asleep, no worry creased between his brows.

He shook you awake and you looked up to see his brows furrowed, that worry plastered all over his face, “Stay awake, I’ll get help,”

He looked up at they sky, hoping he still had somebody out there who could help him. He yelled for someone to help him, for someone to send them something so that he could save her.

You reached up, blood stained hand coming to rest on his cheek and he looked down at you, “We both knew you’d make it through and not me,”

there was silence between you for a second because you both knew it was true. One of you had to die for the other to win.

“Please,” he didnt know what he was begging for. For you to stay alive? For this to have never happened to either of you?

You could feel the tears spilling over your cheeks, running down your cheeks. You could feel yourself slipping away as you looked at him. You took your last few moments to trace the curves off his face, to remember the way his hair fell over his face, to remember the brightness in his eyes.

“I’m glad we got to meet,” your voice was hoarse and he could hear you slipping away, “Maybe in the next life,”

Your hand slipped off of his cheek, going limp in his lap and he called out your name, trying to shake you awake. A sob racked his chest.

He couldn’t remember the last time that he had cried but here he was, holding your body to his chest as he begged someone to save you, for this not to be real.

He had killed people in this arena, their blood staining his clothes, his skin, his soul. Yet here he was, your blood on his face, on his hands. It was everywhere and he let out a scream as he realised that this was the end for the two of you. He couldnt save you.

He screamed and screamed until he saw that the sun was setting even though it had just raised. This was the end of the game and it came with a price. He stood up and took one last look at your body. He pulled his jacket off, laying it over your chest like it would make any different.

Cato leant down once more, brushing your hair out of your face before pressing a kiss to your forehead. He ran away from the scene after that, heading towards the cornucopia with a knife in his hand and blood on his skin. Your blood.

He was going to win.