ive been looking through a few fanfiction-related posts on this app and the amount of people normalising rape/incest fics for the sake of sexual gratification is INSANE.
im anything but a puritan and its tiring seeing people act like youre fucking virgin mary if you point out the weirdness of enjoying reading about your fav characters getting assaulted and getting turned on by it.
this isn’t me saying that rape cant EVER be in fanfics (it can help the story if written correctly and accurately), but if its purely a fetish, then yes, you are weird and should probably get help for that?? and don’t start with the coping mechanism bullshit because fantasising about rape when you have been raped is considered emotional self harm, btw.
can we keep kinky fanfics to being about pissplay and bloodplay rather than literal crimes :33 thank yew!!
hiii love your work! just watched secretary and i had this beautiful scene in mind where the mc gets punished by having a spelling mistake in her work and gets hit in the ass… 🤤 oh man i gotta see this in your writing where reader corrects alfred by slapping his butt cuz he messed up something … secretary au👀?
good movie by the way very sensual 🩷have a great day
spanking secretary! alfred
gn reader | mdni | smut | not proofread
notes: before this ask, i had never really watched secretary. i’d heard about it but never really watched it. but this idea sounded good so i went and watched it and LORD HAVE MERCY (꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇) .. but it was really good so thank yew ( ¬⩊¬)
alfred worked for a company— specifically a fashion brand. he worked as a secretary, working alongside you. everybody in the business knew that you were.. not exactly the most jolly type of person. in fact, you were quite the opposite. if one thing went wrong, you’d blame just about everyone, but specifically alfred.
for that reason, alfred was pretty much the opposite of you. he failed to take a lot of things seriously, and would usually end up nervously-laughing his mistakes off, no matter how big or small they were. and considering the fact that alfred was an american, his mistakes could be.. pretty big. some people wondered how you hadn’t fired him yet.
but, oh, you were getting close. all alfred had was one job.
“write a letter to mr. bonnefoy.” you had told him, comfortably sat in your office chair behind your desk in that fully-windowed room.
“the frenchie?” alfred would question you with a cocked and a slight crinkle of his nose, “i thought we hated that guy. don’t we rival his company—?”
“i don’t pay you the money that i pay you for you to stand there and question me.” you sighed, rubbing your temple annoyedly, “look, if we don’t make some kind of collaboration with his company, we risk going under.”
“.. uh.. boss?”
“what.”
“we’ve collaborated with so many companies to the point where we’re barely even our own company.” alfred pointed out bravely, although most would probably call his bravery stupidity.
your eye twitched, “i. don’t. care. alfred. just do what i tell you to, or you can kiss your spot here goodbye.”
“uh.. okay then.” alfred would give you an awkward look before turning around to leave.
as he reached the door, he paused for a moment, then turning his head around, “can i get a promotion if i make the letter really fancy—?“
“GET OUT.”
that sums up what you and him had discussed. you had given him a few days to write the letter— time to draft it out and edit it before you would review it. let’s just say.. you weren’t very impressed.
a day before alfred was due to give the letter to you for reviewing, he decided to show it to his brother, matthew, to see what he thought.
“good, right?” alfred grinned, leaning on matthew’s seat, “boss is gonna love it.”
they were by matthew’s desk, since he was on his break. matthew read through the papers, seemingly not having a problem until, eventually, his eyebrows furrowed.
“what’s that look for?” alfred noticed it, poking matthew’s cheek.
“uhm.. i’m pretty sure that ‘enticing’ is spelt with as ‘E-N-T-I-C-I-N-G’ and not ‘I-N-T-I-C-I-N-G’.. and also, you shouldn’t use contractions. it’s not formal.” matthew explained, looking up at alfred with a slight pout.
“.. ay?” alfred blinked.
matthew exhaled tiredly, “spelling mistakes. a bit informal.”
“what are you talking about? this is basically written in shake-pear english.” alfred argued, grabbing the sheets back and looking through them himself.
“.. it’s shakespeare.” matthew frowned.
“eh, i’m sure the boss won’t care.” alfred shrugged it off, but that only seemed to worry matthew.
“w-what? of course the boss will care! are you crazy?” he panicked with his eyes darting between alfred and the papers, “you’re already on the boss’ last straw— you do realise this could mean you getting fired?”
“nah, the boss likes me! it’ll be fine. it’s not like they’re gonna spank me or anything.” alfred waved his hand at matthew, chuckling to himself and then strutting off with the papers.
matthew simply watched in disbelief with his lips slightly parted. he turned back to his desk once he saw the clock on the wall nearby, figuring that he should probably get back to work or he’d end up like alfred, who in his eyes, was already a jobless, homeless hobo.
“are you TRYING to lose your goddamned job, jones?” you furiously gripped the papers within your hands, stood on the other side of your desk.
alfred blinked at you, “.. so, uh.. it’s a no?”
“are you serious— ‘inticing’? how old even are you?!”
“darn it— mattie was right?” alfred looked saddened.
“and all these contractions— did you even know that you were writing a very important business letter asking for a collaboration? or did you think you were writing a fucking text to bonnefoy?” your hand angrily slammed the papers down onto the desk, turning around to bury your face into your hands, breathing out heavily and frustratedly.
the slam prompted a flinch from alfred, “uh.. sorry?”
“…” you didn’t respond to him.
he stared at your back uncomfortably. alfred had never exactly seen you this angry before. he thought back to what matthew had said. ‘you realise this could mean you getting fired?’.
“.. am i fired now or something? i really need this job.” alfred began to plead, showing concern in his expression (which was extremely rare for him), “running around this office is, like, the only reason i’m not totally obese. it helps burn my calories.”
“take your belt off.”
“h-huh?” his eyes widened just barely.
“i’m not going to wait for you, alfred. i said take it off.”
alfred felt his body go warm for a moment. he laughed unsurely, and his hands hesitated over the buckle of his belt. but figuring that he didn’t exactly want to test your patience, he began to unbuckle it.
“.. is this gonna be like those pornos?” he watched you walk around your desk, almost creeping behind him, “is that what we’re doing?”
“shut. up. alfred.” you grew tired of saying it, and you didn’t even wait for his belt to slip out from his slacks, immediately shoving him down into your desk.
“AH— ow, shit!” alfred’s cheek slammed against the wood, “wait, shouldn’t we be the other way arou—?”
he cut himself off when he felt you tug his trousers down, and soon after, his american-flag patterned boxers, which made you gently scoff under your breath.
“arch your back. quick.” your hand pushed his white-button up shirt upwards just a bit, showing off more of his back.
“o-oh…” alfred was verbally, mentally and physically struggling to process the situation, but for some reason, he could feel himself getting turned on by it all. so, he arched his back.
you wasted no time to do exactly what you had been wanting to do for a long time. you raised for hand, and harshly smacked his ass.
“AGH—“ alfred grunted.
“shut the fuck up— i don’t want anybody hearing this.” you warned him, bringing your hand down again.
alfred positing his arms more comfortably on the table so that he could cover his mouth with his hands, whining into them as his ass was smacked again. the thing was; alfred was a handsome man. you were aware of that. he was handsome and bubbly. the kind of guy that tons of ladies, and even men, desired.
the only issue with him was that he could be pretty incompetent sometimes. and as soon as you realised that, around two months into him being your secretary, you had been dying to just teach him a good lesson by giving his ass a firm smacking.
so you felt joy each time you brought your hand down on him. so much so that you didn’t even notice his own growing erection. alfred’s eyes were wide and he looked around while trying to understand what exactly was happening. his boss.. the boss that everyone was totally terrified of.. had bent him over their desk and was now spanking him?
had he jinxed himself during that conversation with matthew? or was this a blessing?
“alfred.” your voice snapped him out of his daze, “don’t stop arching your back.”
“a-ah.. oh..” alfred got himself back into position with a sheepish expression and red face, “sorr— AH!”
you recoiled at his sudden yell, but that surprise immediately became irritation yet again, “jones, i told you to shut. up. is it really that difficult for you to be quiet for two fucking seconds? my god.”
matching his flustered blush, his ass was red by this point. alfred’s facial cheeks even began to hurt as he gripped them, holding his jaw to muffle his mewls of pain, but also, pleasure. he couldn’t help just how much he found himself enjoying this. succumbing to you and taking his punishment for his mistakes.
as sadistic as it was, your hand wasn’t exactly giving you enough pleasure. you wanted to cause more. so, the cruel yet beautiful idea hit you. alfred felt you reach down for something, but he didn’t dare look. he was only able to put the pieces together when he felt you removing the belt from his pulled-down pants.
and moments after, he experience an even-worse hit to his rear.
“FUCK!” alfred couldn’t help his shout, “ss…s-seriously?! y-you need to use the belt?!”
“oh my GOD, shut UP!” you wacked him again with the folded belt again, being generous enough to avoid hitting him with the actual buckle.
“M-MMPH—!” alfred covered his mouth with his hands, grasping his jaw tighter than ever now with his eyes squeezed closed.
as you continuously hit him on his lower-back with the belt, you began to forget about the possibility of people hearing the various whip-like sounds coming from the room.
“face against the desk alfred— now.”
“o-okay, jeez, give me a s— a-ah~!”
“don’t test me, jones.”
“i-i’m not— SHH—OW!”
tolys pressed his ear against the door with that of a both terrified and slightly aroused expression. was he going to say anything about what he was hearing? probably not. doesn’t mean he couldn’t just.. listen in, though.
Can i req reader and Italy where reader rides him after he was upset about smth to make him feel better❤️🩹 (also i love all ur writing keep it up twin)🥹
riding feliciano to make him feel better
AFAB reader | mdni | smut | not proofread
notes: sorry i disappeared for a couple of days :PP i had some stuff to work on. but i’ll be posting again from now on!! thank yew for the support too <33
“what’s wrong, lovely?” you worriedly lifted the covers of the bed upwards, revealing the snivelling brunette boy underneath.
“who—“ he sniffled, “who doesn’t like pasta? everybody likes pasta. pasta isn’t just one thing— it’s a spectrum! it can be bland or flavourful. why on earth wouldn’t pasta win?”
when you asked for more context, feliciano went on to explain that, earlier that day, he had attended a contest for the countries. it was a contest of food— which made the italian certain that he’d win. he wasn’t wrong— who didn’t like pasta?
but, unfortunately.. feliciano did not win. he came second place, with francis being first place with his crème brûlée. in an attempt to cheer feliciano up, you reminded him that he did come second, and did a far lot better than arthur (who came last considering his food was just ashes), but feliciano shook his head, claiming that beating england in a cooking competition only proved that he could tell the difference from a frying pan and a fork.
you sat him up in the bed, and held his right cheek as you leant in to give his wet face soft kisses.
“come on, now.. don’t be sad.” you gave him a comforting smile, “i’d eat your pasta over anything francis cooks any day.”
“.. y-you would?” he tilted his head meekly, “.. you mean that, right?”
“yes.” you nodded, “is there anything i can do to make you feel better, lovely?”
“.. well.” he glanced off, raising the back of his hand to wipe his teary eyes, “.. mm..”
“what?” your expression became puzzled.
“.. i can.. think of something. but, uh.. it might be a bit much to ask.”
your sweaty hands were on feliciano’s chest as you breathed out shakily.
“a-ah..” a moan escaped from you whilst your hips worked your body up and down.
feliciano had a horny smile on his face as he held your moving hips, helping you up and down on his hard dick. he was letting out shaky breaths of his own.
you slid one of your hands up his chest and throat, until it eventually landed over his mouth, muffling his words and moans.
“.. shh..” you shushed him with a flushed face, “let me handle you.. you can thank me later, lovely..”
“mmf..” he whined into your hand.
“there you go..” once you felt the trust for him, your hand shifted back down to his chest and you sped up with your bounces.
after a while more, you felt your own thighs begin to tremble. the sight of you getting closer seemed to bring feliciano closer too.
“.. ah.. y-you are so pretty, amore mio..” he just barely whispered.
“a-agh..” you leant down, wrapping your arms around him in a hug, but still continued to move your hips up and down on him. in return, he also wrapped his arms around you and began to thrust upwards to match you.
“f-feliciano— fuck—..” you groaned into his ears, biting harshly at your own bottom lip, “ngh—!”
with one more of feliciano’s thrusts, you felt him cum, and the blissful expression on his face gave away that he had forgotten to pull out. but instead of worrying about the risk of him forgetting to pull himself out, you focused on the warm feeling it gave you, which led you to your own orgasm.
you gripped felicano tightly as the sensation rushed through you, but once it was over, your body fell limp and your face buried into his shoulder.
“.. ah..” you couldn’t help but twitch as you felt him slowly pull out.
“.. i.. i-i’m sorry.” he immediately apologised.
“.. for what?” you gave him a dazedly confused look.
“i didn’t.. you know..”
“oh.”
you turned your head to look down, and you were able to just barely feel the fluids leaking out of you.
“.. eh. i’ll be fine.” you shrugged it off, going back to cuddling comfortably with him.
“.. y-you are sure?”
“yeah.. i’ll worry ‘bout it later..”
it didn’t take long until feliciano fell asleep. and with him, you fell asleep too. he wasn’t so upset about having lost that food competition now.
if u would like to write, reader finding germany's porn stash and punishing germany for it?😛 since it's cannon he has a lot of 18+ books he owns. Reader is already germany's partner
punishing ludwig for his mags and DVDs
gn reader | mdni | smut | not proofread
notes: thank yew for this req!! i had fun with it :33
you had been cleaning around ludwig’s room while he was at the monthly countries meeting. you were aware that he had said not to, since he felt guilty about you having to clean for him, but there wasn’t really anything else to do. plus, you weren’t cleaning cleaning. just moving some stuff around and picking up laundry.
as you picked up a shirt or two from the floor beside his bed, you couldn’t help but notice the back of what seemed to be a magazine peeking out from under the bed. you raised a brow and placed the laundry in a pile you had created in the corner of the room. when you returned to the bed, you decided to crouch down and pull out the magazine.
whilst you picked it up, you turned it over to the front. your mouth fell agape. it was.. a porno mag? with a shocked expression, your fingers flicked through the pages. women in erotic positions and lacy lingerie, men with shockingly large dicks, and a few pages that were ads for sex toys. ludwig.. your stern, uptight ludwig.. was a total perv?
you felt bewildered at the fact you had never found this before. curiously, you pressed your face against the floor, scanning the darkness underneath the bed. your eyes fell upon what seemed to be more mags, and DVDs. reaching your arm in, you pulled out a few.
little did you know, that the first magazine you had seen was probably the tip of the icerberg.
going through the different pages and photos, you came to realise that your blonde boyfriend was heavily into latex, whips, chains, heels, sub/dom, food play, pet play… BDSM, basically. who would’ve known? well, sure he was german, but it was still shocking to find out, if you knew ludwig. he was a very strict and proper man.
you also decided to check the DVDs that he had, and it became apparent that the DVDs he had were not from anything that porn websites could offer. after checking through everything and seeing everything there was to see, you felt a bit.. stumped. should you speak to him about this? there was nothing wrong with it, though. what would you even say? “hey baby, i found all of your kinky, hardcore porn while cleaning.”?
but it felt like an uncomfortable secret if you just decided to say nothing about it. when you looked at the clock above the TV in his room, you found that you still had up to two hours before he’d be back…
which was also enough time for you to quickly run out to buy some things.
when ludwig came back, the last thing he expected was to see you, sat on his bed, in black, latex lingerie and heels. it turned him on, sure, but it was very confusing. confusing until you explained that you found all of his.. naughty, hidden mags and DVDs. to this, he immediately apologised and confessed that he should’ve been more honest with you.
however, despite your annoyed exterior, you seemed to be using his guilt to your gain. this didn’t go unnoticed by him. after his apology, all you requested was for him to stand with his back against the wall, just underneath the thick wall lamp light. he felt his breath leave him when you tied his wrists together, above his head, and undressed him.
if kinky was what he wanted, it’s what he would get. and now, you were sat on your knees below him. despite being on a lower physical level, you still had so much power above him. ludwig couldn’t see a thing you did, as wrapped, strip of black linen adorned his face and covered his eyes.
his visibly-aching dick was hard, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. ludwig had no touch to relish, aside from your breath hitting his cock. he gulped and let out a shaky sigh.
“meine liebe—“
“shh.” you shushed him, “you don’t get to speak. not unless i tell you so.”
“.. ah..” ludwig somehow found himself feeling overstimulated from the lack of stimulation.
you ran your finger up the shaft of his cock, nudging it and watching it bounce back into place.
“so hard.. you wanted me to find all of your dirty secrets, didn’t you? filthy boy..” your tongue left your mouth and just barely licked his tip.
“m-mmh..” ludwig gently thrusted his hips forward, silently asking for more.
“up— no no no, now..” your hands raised to push his hips back firmly against the wall, “still. be a good boy, especially after all you’ve done.”
ludwig groaned through a short breath, but didn’t fight back against you. after all, you had the right after everything you’d seen. your tongue flicked at his tip a few more times, being sure to tease him as much as possible before really giving him the pleasure he was desperate for.
“okay, now.. don’t moan. if you moan so much as once, i will stop.” you stated in a threatening tone before finally wrapping your warm lips around his dick.
ludwig bit his tongue. with your mouth finally sucking his dick, it seemed impossible for him to not scream. his fingers twitched above his head, and he took slow breaths through his nose.
you bobbed your head back and forth, not failing to swallow a few times to get him riled up. to be honest.. you knew that the ‘no moaning’ rule wouldn’t have an effect on ludwig. he wasn’t the kind of man to cave. and even as you felt his dick twitch in your mouth, you knew he wouldn’t moan. but that doesn’t mean you were going to be fair to him at all.
as soon as you noticed him beginning to twitch and sweat, you pulled away. even as you denied him his orgasm, he simply frowned with trembling, furrowed brows, rather than a groan of any sort. you stood up from your knees and reached up untying his wrists. but before he could get his hopes up, you simply turned him around and tied his wrists again. now his back was facing you.
“what, you thought you were gonna cum?” you scoffed condescendingly, “arch your back. now.”
“u-ugh..” like a kicked puppy, ludwig obeyed.
your hand picked up one of your newly purchased toys from the nightstand. just a black paddle. nothing much without the force of a hand to wield it. ludwig’s forehead fell against the wall, as if he could sense the paddle without even having access to his vision.
“.. m-meine leibe.” he spoke once again, his voice deep and gruff, “i.. i am sorry.”
“i bet you are, bastard.” your paddle mercilessly slapped down against his ass.
“agh—!” ludwig flinched, “.. i.. ngh..”
you carelessly hit his ass again with it. due to the force you were using, you could notice his skin already turning to a tender red. with each rough slap, ludwig would moan out frailly and throw his head back a little further.
“what do you think the other countries would think of you if they saw you like this, mm?” stepping closer, your arm wrapped around his pale waist and your chin landed on his shoulder, whispering into his ear disdainfully, “being a little whore after being caught with porn mags?”
“.. u-ungh..” he shook his head, as if trying to throw away the thought.
“such a slut.. you love this, don’t you?” you tapped his ass with the paddle, “or are you going to lie to me even more?”
“.. i-i do.” he confessed shamefully.
“of course you do. tell me how badly you want more punishing, lud.”
he hesitated, taking a deep breath, “.. p-please, schatz.. punish me more. bitte.. ich flehe dich an..”
“that’s what i thought. you’re nothing but a goddamn pervert, aren’t you?” throwing the paddle aside, onto the bed, you reached up to untie his restraints.
before he could get comfortable, you suddenly grabbed his hair and pulled him backwards, basically throwing him down onto the floor.
“ah, scheiße—!”
“ass up.” you kicked his legs open as he was on his hands and knees.
he did as he was told, his legs pathetically opened as he curved his back once more. your heel found itself atop his lower back, roughly forcing the top piece inside. ludwig allowed a wail to escape him. his body subconsciously moved away from the penetration, to which you angrily pushed it in further.
but as you pushed it in further, he quickly jerked away out of reflex again.
“oh my god— you’re being really fucking annoying, lud. stay. still.” you demanded, ramming the heel deep inside of him.
“a-ah! v-verdammt—“ ludwig mewled and his entire body began to quiver as he ordered himself to stay still for you.
“mm.. there you go..” you smiled patronisingly, beginning to thrust your heel back and forth.
ludwig shuddered for the first few thrusts, before he eventually grew accustomed to the feeling. he sung out dirty babbles everytime you hit a more sensitive area.
“pathetic himbo. you act like you’re the smartest in the room, but at the end of the day, you’re nothing but a degenerate.” you glared at his flesh, as if you were disgusted by it, “piece of shit.”
“.. i-i’m sorry—“ he choked out.
“save it.” you cut him off, and pulled your heel out, “you can show me just how sorry you are on that bed.”
placing your heel upon his back, you reached down and yanked his blindfold off, then shoving him over onto his back. ludwig’s blue eyes stared up at you in awe, properly seeing you above him for the first time throughout everything.
i'm kinda embarrassed but i really wanna see matthew,,,, i just love him so much T___T i think him acting all shy will be really cute soooo i wonder if you can write about the first time with him/anything you want, really! hehee thank yah!! i love your writings sooo much! ♡♡♡
matthew dating hcs
gn reader | mdni after fluff | fluff + smut hcs | not proofread
notes: you guys REEEEEEALLY like matthew (ᵕ ´ ∇ ˋ ˶).. got like 7 requests for him lol
also, thanks yew for the kind words!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
fluff
matthew can be clingy.
i’m not gonna sugarcoat that for people who don’t enjoy clingy men, because if you don’t enjoy clingy men you wouldn’t enjoy matthew at ALL.
after he finds someone who actually notices him, and isn’t his douchebag brother, canada becomes enamoured.
not obsessed (unless we’re talking yandere canada) but he nearly craves that affection all the time.
if it gets to a point of being too much, he will leave you alone, though. it’s just difficult to stay away for so long.
off the topic of clinginess, he does enjoy other things besides your presence. for example, he enjoys making bracelets.
would definitely make you and him multiple matching bracelets.
he enjoys cooking and baking. not entirely the best at it (after all, he was half-raised by arthur) but he likes to do with it people he cares about.
my canadian boy does make BANGING pancakes though.
he is capable of making his own maple syrup, as in he knows the recipe and has done so before, but it takes a lot of effort. it can take up to a full day if you’re doing it in a larger batch.
but regardless, if you’re away doing whatever, he’d definitely spend his time making homemade maple syrup for his pancakes to serve you whenever you return to him.
he’s a massive yearner, basically.
matthew always has you on his mind, even when thinking about things irrelevant to you.
and due to not being used to the attention, let alone affection, he finds it difficult to express his feelings through his words.
his love language wouldn’t be anything to do with telling you how much he loves you. it would be to do with his obsession with laying his head on your chest and holding you close, or brushing your hair for you when it’s knotty, or watching movies with you until you both inevitably fall asleep on the sofa.
he shows his love by showing how much he likes spending time with you. matthew’s always on the grind to keep your bond with him strong.
also, as this lovely anon mentioned.. matthew would be very shy to start out with.
he’s awkward. very awkward.
y’know when i said before that he struggles to express his love through words? he does acknowledge that he can’t (and shouldn’t) be going forever without saying ‘i love you’ verbally, so he does give it a try.
he’s just not the most smooth guy with it.
“you look.. really pretty today— o-oh gosh, that’s so sappy— i-i’m sorry! wait, no— i’m not saying that you aren’t pretty, i-i just made it sound kind of cheesy— i-im sorry, there’s nothing cheesy about telling you you’re pretty. i’m being immature— i-i’m sorry. sorry.”
he’s always worried that he’s gonna screw everything up and say something that makes him sound emotionally immature.
sometimes he gets really scared after arguments. don’t worry, though. if you do ever wind up in an argument with him, it’s never over anything too serious, just you and him getting on eachother’s nerves occasionally.
but even then, he’ll normally always be the first one to apologise. while it’s a difficult skill to have, he recognises that in order for you and him to work, you and him need to recognise where you’ve gone wrong and take accountability.
(hopefully) you do the same thing, but you’ll never be able to do it as quickly as matthew. probably because your annoyance at him can last longer. but matthew starts missing you too much.
normally what he’ll do is stop by, probably with a bracelet or two, and tell you that he sorry and shouldn’t have said whatever he said to you. going under the impression that you are also emotionally mature (👀👀) you’d do the same, and then he probably winds up cuddling you for an hour or two.
overall, he tries. not always a grade-a triple-a boyfriend, since he does have his flaws, but he tries his best.
smut (mdni)
he’s a virgin when you first date him.
not like anyone notices him, let alone pretty people.
now, personally, i headcannon all of the countries to not care for gender.
matthew especially.
if you’re paying attention to him and touching him so.. affectionately, why does it matter what you identify as, or what you’ve got between your legs?
doesn’t even have a preference.
the only thing i will say; regardless of what gender you are, he is always the bottom.
or sub, or whatever you like to call it.
he sees receiving as a reward, and giving as a necessity.
but even as he’s giving you head, he lets you take charge (pulling his hair, dirty talk, etc).
the real, hot sub in him comes out when he’s getting dicked down or head, though.
obviously, if you’re AFAB, you can’t rail him, but you can give him head.
and if you’re AMAB, you can rail him.
the moans that come from his mouth begin breathy and sweet, but eventually become loud, desperate and dirty.
expect him to be trembling most of the way through.
takes him a while before he feels fully comfortable communicating, so you have to help him through that.
one of his favourite things to do is to run his hands down and around your body, using his hands to mould the flesh.
he loves the way you feel, and the way that you’ll give him the permission to feel you.
now, just because matthew’s a virgin doesn’t mean that he doesn’t get horny, or he’s innocent.
he has a ‘mommy/daddy’ kink.
don’t mistake this as ageplaying or anything weird. it isn’t.
since matthew spent most of his life alone, without a girlfriend, he didn’t have someone who could take his horniness out on, so he’d jerk off. but then porn got invented.
so, he gave porn a go.. and he learnt a lot about more kinky things.
well, to him it’s kinky. i can’t really see matthew being into latex, or whips, or hardcore bondage or anything.
he doesn’t mind spanking, or maybe handcuffs, though.
his biggest turn on is his hair being pulled, though. pull that hair and call him a good boy, and he’ll cum on the spot.
matthew’s size is probably pretty average as well. 5.3 inches when erect.
he’s not massive but he can still make you feel good.
so, for conclusion; despite his inexperience, he’s capable of being dirty and horny, which makes him willing to let you teach him and show him new things.
the guy who created hetalia (hidekaz himaruya) actually created a demo for an otome visual novel that never got finished. it was basically the idea that all of the countries had to go to a school.
that’s not what i learnt. what i learnt is that the first character you meet in the game is arthur (england), who puts a collar on you and declares you ‘his territory’.
was wondering if you would maybe be willing to write dom afab reader taking (a very nervous + shy) matthew’s virginity?
taking matthews virginity
AFAB (fem) reader | mdni | smut | not proofread
notes: just to let yall know.. i DO write fluff.. but.. *chuckles deeply and looks off to the side*.. i dont mind the smut.. heh.. ( ¬⩊¬)
matthew didn’t get noticed often. and when he did get noticed, it was most certainly not by women for starters, but also, people seemed to forget him again within minutes. sometimes, he’d wonder if he was cursed somehow.
perhaps he didn’t socialise enough. so, he tried to socialise at one of the country meetings. with you, specifically. now.. canada? what the hell was a ‘canada’? but.. he seemed nice enough. plus, he was pretty cute. apparently he was brothers with alfred, francis and arthur.
anywho, mr. canada invited you back to his cottage back in his hometown to hangout. bored with nothing else to do, you accepted. y’know, it all weirded you out a bit. on the flight back to canada from america, he told you that he had spoken to you before. it weirded you out because you hadn’t the slightest memory of ever having even seen him, let alone spoke to him.
when you got to his place, you realised he was a pretty normal guy. and since he was so.. normal, that made him different to the other countries. he was weird compared to the others, but normal compared to.. everyone on earth in general. the only quirk he had was his.. odd obsession with maple syrup.
you and him were sat on his sofa. he was rambling a bit about what life was like in canada. you nodded along to his words until eventually he fell silent, looking at the different features of your face intently.
“.. is.. something wrong?” you asked.
“you’re pretty.” he blinked before letting out a small, startled noise, as if he was surprised by his own words, “a-ah— sorry. that came out weird. not in a weird way. you just have a nice..”
he trailed off, prompting you to raise a brow, “a nice what?”
“u-uhm. nevermind. haha..” he looked away, trying to awkwardly-smile off the situation.
another thing you had noted was that he was a nervous wreck. he was calm sometimes, but he seemed to backtrack if he ever found himself becoming too settled. you furrowed your brows in curiosity, cocking your head at his obviously stressed expression.
“y’know.. i wouldn’t call myself a judgy person. you can finish what you were saying.”
“aah, w-well.” he stammered for a moment or two, “i was going to say that you have a nice body, but that sounds even weirder than what i said before.”
“oh.” you gave him a surprised look, “.. um.. thanks.”
“sorry, i didn’t mean to make things awkward.” he apologised.
“n-no— it’s fine! you didn’t make things awkward.” you lied with a polite smile.
things were definitely a bit awkward now that he had said that, but you didn’t want him to feel sorry about it.
your eyes looked him up and down, “you.. you’ve got a nice body too.”
matthew’s eyes widened a bit before a small chuckle escaped him, “u-uh— thanks. ha..”
everything fell into uncomfortable silence after that as you both tried to think of something to say.
“i’ve never really had a pretty person over before.” matthew stared down at his clasped hands, which were laying in his lap, “that’s.. probably why i’m acting weird.”
that surprised you even more, “aren’t you alfred’s and francis’ brother?”
“yeah, but, err.. i’m not exactly as noticed as they are.”
good point, but you had figured he was only outcasted by the other countries, “do.. people in general not speak to you?”
“that’s a bit of an embarrassing way to put it..” he exhaled, “but, yeah..”
“well, i think you’re a nice guy.” you thought him over, glancing off as his head turned up, “and handsome.”
“ahah..” he giggled out, obviously nervously, “thank you..”
weirdly, his anxiousness was kind of a turn-on for you.
“you know, if you’re comfortable..” you began, “i could show you some things.”
“o-oh, uh..” matthew gave a twitching smile, “.. what things?”
“if you let me show you, you’ll find out.”
it all started as a gentle makeout session on his sofa, but he then suggested moving to his room. it was more settling. safe to say, when matthew invited you over, the last thing he expected was to be sat up with his back against his headboard, with you on his lap, riding him.
“you like this?” you questioned him while your experienced hips guided you up and down.
“o-oh— oh, yes.. m-mmf~!” matthew raised his hands to cover his mouth, also squeezing his eyes tightly shut.
his cock felt like it was pulsing inside you, trying to hold back from what it was begging to do. you and him had only just started about.. four minutes ago. but the unusual amount of precum that had been within his boxers told you that he had already cum once before you even began riding him— perhaps when you were palming his dick during the makeout.
matthew knew little to nothing about sex as well— he only knew that it was a pretty.. incel-like thing to do to cum quickly, so he was trying not to. but it wasn’t working out well. you just.. felt so good around him. he loved the feeling and didn’t want it to stop, but at the same time, he wanted nothing more than to cum inside, bury his face into your throat, and hold you close,
while his head was thrown back, trying not to basically scream out, you took the opportunity to lean down and give his neck soft kisses while continuing to move. sex wasn’t anything new to you, unlike him. not to say you slept around tons.. but you weren’t exactly a newbie. however, you, yourself, had been a newbie at one point, so you could recognise his expression of trying not to cum too quickly.
your right hand reached behind him to play with his hair and your left hand stayed on his shoulder for stability.
“good boy, matthew..” you murmured into the flesh of his neck, “hold my hips, baby.”
matthew hesitated. he was afraid of what would slip from his mouth if he moved his hands, but in the end, he decided to regardless. you felt his trembling fingers make contact with your moving hips.
“a-am i— a-ah~.. am i doing okay?” he stuttered out with cloudy eyes, his glasses now hanging sideways from his nose.
“you’re doing more than okay, honey. you’re being such a good boy..”
“t-thank you, mo— ah..” matthew quickly cut himself off.
for two minutes, you didn’t question his cut off. you were too lost in your own pleasure to eve hear what he said. but then, you thought about it again.
“.. mo.. mommy?” you whispered to him, tilting your head to the side, “is that what you were going to say?”
it didn’t show on your face, but you felt almost shocked. matthew was.. dirty. truth be told, he was more dirty than people thought he was. matthew didn’t get anyone, as he said before. but he was still a guy, afterall. he had to get off somehow. porn and his pillows usually did the trick. and if you couldn’t tell, matthew had a few kinks and fetishes here and there, thanks to porn.
a red blush infested his face and his bright eyes gleamed up at you, “i-i’m sorry—“
“it’s okay..” you smiled, “i like it.”
“m-mmh.. a-are you s— ngh.. sure?”
“yes.” you nodded to him, stroking his hair further for reassurance.
matthew leaned back into the sofa again. his legs were shaking as he fought back the desperate urge to cum.
“a-agh.. m-mommy?” he called out, his red-face being too ashamed to even look at you.
“yes, baby?”
“c..can i-i cum soon?”
“hmm..” you pretended to think, “after me, honey.”
“are you close?”
“no.”
a loud groan escaped him, which led to you giving his hair a sharp tug.
“watch it. i don’t have to be nice.” you gave him a patronising look.
“y-you’re right.. thank you, mommy..” he corrected himself, before wrapping his arms around you in a deprived manner and whimpering.
“you’re welcome.”
truth was, you actually were pretty close just from seeing him so disheveled. but you wanted to watch his hopes for cumming be crushed. was it cruel? yes. but was it fun to watch this little canadian boy be brought to sniffling tears over being denied the privilege to cum? absolutely.
Can I request russia breeding the reader? Him putting the reader into a mating press since he wants some kids😛😛😛
getting bred by ivan
AFAB reader | mdni | smut | not proofread
notes: oh this is DISGUSTING.. but a great idea hashhsuahahehhja.. ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
ivan genuinely liked you. and despite his trained, calm smile, he didn’t like a lot of people. you were different to him. and ivan never really expressed sexual desires (or desires in general) that he had— when he thought of something, normally, his hand would do the trick.
and yes, ivan jerks off. doesn’t everyone? he’s just more careful about it than most. none of this is to say that ivan necessarily faked his personality. he just wasn’t open about his thoughts. but you were. you were someone who loved the dirty talk. who chased it. and ivan would give it to you, but only if he was sure you were asking for it.
“ivan?” your head turned.
you and him were sat on his bed together. ivan would get pretty lonely out in the snow, in the middle of basically nowhere, so you made it a duty to visit him whenever you could.
“mmhm?” he’d gently hum, keeping his face towards the tv screen that was playing a random movie that was obsolete to the moment.
“aren’t you warm?”
he finally looked over at you, keeping his never-faltering smile, “did you forget we are in russia?”
“yeah.. but your heating is on and this bed is warm.” you excused.
“.. are you asking me to undress myself?”
you blinked with a sigh, looking off. the goal was to be a natural-kind of sexy about it, but his bluntness ruined it.
“yeah.” your head nodded, “that’s.. yeah.”
“oh. okay.” he nodded back, his lips curving up a bit more.
as you watched ivan remove his clothes, you thought more about him. if you ever wanted to get down and dirty wit him, he’d almost never refuse. the only times he would refuse would be when he was genuinely busy with something, and even then he’d express that he was sorry and wanted to.
ivan always came down to the same quote— ‘if i could, i would.’. because of this, you’d always make it clear to him that it was totally okay to refuse your advances. he seemed to understand before you’d even mention it. your train of thought seemed to immediately halt when you saw his bare chest.
the sight felt beautiful to you. ivan wouldn’t let himself be vulnerable around just anyone— it was a risk to russia’s reputation. your body shifted closer to him and your hand raised to feel the warm skin. ivan simply watched your hand while quietly humming once more.
“.. y’know..” your own head landed onto his bare shoulder, “this is working me up a bit.”
“is it?” he questioned, “would you like to do something more?”
“yea.”
“okay, любимый.” ivan moved himself, turning his back to the tv so that he could carefully push you down.
as your hair hit back against the pillow, your eyebrows barely furrowed as you glanced away. ivan was always gentle with sex. it was nice— and it was heartwarming to see his care in its full glory, but..
it didn’t always fulfill you. the lack of dirty talking or elongated foreplay almost agitated you too much to help you remain wet and horny. but you knew ivan wasn’t purposely trying to irritate you. after all, communicating what you want is how you get what you want.
he leant down to softly kiss you. what started as a regular kiss derailed into a makeout. in between breaths, you decide to speak out the dirty talk you craved from him.
“i want you inside of me..” you panted, “badly..”
“you will get it..” he assured you, “don’t worry, миленький..”
“ungh.. but i want it now..”
ivan left your lips and moved down to your neck, unbuttoning your pajama shirt for you. his tongue left salivary art upon the skin.
“let me take this off for you, then..” he mumbled.
“fuck, yes, ivan!”
your dirty talk had worked— he was being vocal for a change. his smiling face was buried where your neck and shoulder meet, pounding into you roughly. you could even hear soft groans leave his lips— a rare occurrence, even in bed.
“m-mmh.. you feel so good, любимый..” he ran his hands down your weak body, eventually pausing on your hips and gripping them securely.
“i-ivan..” you whimpered, unable to stop the one reoccurring thought you had, “.. i-ivan, please..”
his response was a hard thrust and a whisper of, “yes?”
“d-don’t pull out.”
ivan stopped. it gave you both confusion and a moment to catch your breathe.
“i-ivan?” you stammered worriedly when you came back to your senses. was that too dirty for him?
a minute. he didn’t responded for a full minute. but then, he did.
“.. you don’t want me to pull out?” ivan sat up.
he stared down at you. his eyes.. god, those eyes. they had a sudden spike of lust in them. and more shockingly, his smile was gone.
“.. no..” you confirmed.
a pit of nervousness formed in your stomach. something had drastically changed in him.
“are you sure?”
your legs just barely moved, but ivan’s hands caught them. he pushed them down by your sides, painfully open.
“f-fuck— fuck yes.. yes, ivan.. yes.” your body subconsciously twitched.
your mind was gone. as your head lolled back mindlessly and your eyes did the same, ivan continued to relentlessly pound your tired hole with that thick cock you never thought you’d get to experience this way.
with the way he was ontop of you and the position you were both in, there was no closing your legs. letting him fuck your brains out was pretty much the only option. and as soon as you brought up the idea of not pulling out, ivan rushed to it.
his smile had returned, but it almost seemed patronising now, “you like it, сладкая шлюшка?”
you had no idea what his russian words meant, but they sounded both loving and condescending. he clearly enjoyed seeing you so.. ruined. disheveled, even.
“.. y-yes.. ngh..” your mouth drooled just barely.
his thrusts weren’t the gentle ones you were used to. they were hard and rough. and with each thrust, he made sure to nestle himself deep inside your pussy, just to make sure that if he accidentally came, it would be deep within you.
“if you get pregnant..” he leaned down further to talk to you, “we are keeping it, хорошо?”
“o-okay—“
“good.” he gave your throat a small nuzzle, “and if you don’t, we are doing this again until you do.”
he slammed his hips back and forth into you, until eventually he began to let out moans of his own. they turned you on even more, and it became apparent that cumming inside of you had been a long-term desire of his that he didn’t have the confidence to act upon.
his right hand fled down your stomach until it reached your abdomen, and then your clit. his smooth thumb rubbed your swollen clit in circles, causing you to tremble.
“i-ivan— i-i can’t take—“
“yes you can.” he flashed you that signature, kind smile.
“i-i can’t—“
“yes you can.” he repeated more menacingly.
so, you shut yourself up and drowned out your own protests with whines. not much longer passed until ivan’s moans became more desperate and animalistic, and so did his rough hip-movements.
“o-oh— ah—!” his eyebrows creased as he leaned downwards more comfortably. his position probably wasn’t comfortable, but he didn’t seem to care.
with a back arch and a tight grip of your hips, ivan came. but despite his euphoria, he made sure to push himself deep inside. the feeling of his warm cum filling you was enough to cause your own orgasm, which was surprisingly a lot less dramatic than his.
both of you spent a long time jus breathing and processing. ivan refused to pull out for a good while. but when he did, he collapsed onto you tiredly. his already sleepy face was buried into your collarbone, and your hand raised to stroke his hair.
you figured that getting bred by him.. wasn’t going to be a one-time occurrence.
second note: sorry if this sucks anon.. i was half asleep while writing it (ᵕ ´ ∇ ˋ ˶) and i also find it funny how it’s a universally accepted thing that ivan is into breeding lol
the united nations headquarters. nobody really liked the place aside from alfred— considering it was in his country, after all. alfred loved the place a lot, in fact. so much so, that he’d show up an hour early to every meeting.
you were just a janitor for the massive place. one janitor out of a large cleaning crew. alfred would always show up in the meeting room early, so you’d catch him whilst cleaning the room. you and him never spoke much though. just exchanged glances and polite smiles. or.. at least, you think he was smiling at you. it was hard to tell when he was always stuffing his face with burgers.
so.. you couldn’t help but wonder how you ended up in the situation that you were in.
one day, he came in without his usual pack of burgers. it struck an obsolete session of small talk before the small talk morphed into something that.. it probably should’ve of. alfred was a handsome man, you hadn’t meant to flirt.
it started out as compliments with the intent of expressing your admiration. you had no idea how it evolved into you being so.. lewd. you couldn’t even blame him— he was stuttering and stammering as soon as you got closer.
you gently leant against the long, cold table after having set your broom aside, leaving it to lean against one of the chairs. alfred nervously chuckled as you looked down at him past your shoulder.
“h-hah— ah.. y’know, the others would probably be here soon.”
“soon?”
“yeah.”
you cocked your head, “so they aren’t here now?”
“.. pfft—“ alfred broke out into a small fit of laughter, “uh.. no. i-i guess not.”
you looked him up and down, almost feeling hungry from properly being able to observe him this close. you eventually pushed yourself off of the table and made your way infront of him.
“woah..” alfred’s eyebrows furrowed upwards when your hands landed upon his knees to push those legs into a manspread, “ahah.. wooh..”
“am i making you uncomfortable?” you couldn’t help but ask.
“h-huh? no.” alfred immediately shook his head, “i, uh.. no, i’m just.. mm..”
“nervous?”
he hesitated as his eyes turned away from yours, “.. yeah.”
surprise made its way to your brain. really? he was nervous? alfred was a good-looking, funny man. surely he was no stranger to flirting. you would’ve asked, but.. you didn’t exactly feel like talking about it. it’s not like you had much time, anyways.
“do you want to stop?” your need for confirmation felt.. dire. you couldn’t help but wonder if you had ever wanted to be intimate with a guy more than right now.
“.. not.. really.” alfred held his head down, “.. no.. but the others—“
“we have time.” you assured him before slowly descending down onto your knees.
“.. oh.. oh— mmf..” alfred’s hips bucked upwards as he lazily let his head fall back in the office chair.
due to your lips being around his stiffened cock, you couldn’t respond to his grunts and whimpers. you could only listen.. although, you weren’t complaining in the slightest.
his right hand found it’s way to your hair without him looking down. he raised his left hand to his field of view, letting out a series of whispers as he gently nudged you. he had been checking the time on his watch.
“.. they.. they’ll be here soo— ah.. fuck..” alfred’s left hand weakly fell back down onto the armrest of his seat.
his eyes closed in bliss once you accidentally gagged on the dick, having forced your head down a bit too far. your hand was pumping the leftover flesh that your throat couldn’t fit in.
“ahah..” a trembling giggle escaped alfred’s mouth, as if a part of him was still processing the situation, but his giggle was soon replaced by another moan, “fuckfuckfuck.. mmh, fuck..”
it became apparent he was close, and not just because he was relentlessly meeting your mouth in tiny thrusts, or his desperate whimpers, or the way he was now gripping both of the armrests, but because you had noticed his dick helplessly twitch in your mouth.
your hand left it’s job of pumping the parts of his cock you couldn’t reach, and instead, lifted to his hip, as did your other hand a moments after. you held his hips for a moment before pushing them down into the seat firmly. alfred whined when he lost the ability to grind upwards, replacing the motion with the spread of his legs.
“a-awh— mmh! p-please—“
his member twitched again. this only encouraged you further. his legs were shaking in pleasure, and his feet even raised from the floor for a moment, but fell back down in a needy manner.
“p-please—! a-ah!”
alfred’s hand went back to your hair, gripping tightly. he then seemed to reach his limit. his back just barely arched and he went still within the chair. you felt webs of his seed empty deep within the crannies of your throat.
you just barely gagged before pulling away, letting go of his hips. he took a moment to breathe, then looking down at you with exhausted eyes and open lips, breathing out soft pants. your own mouth opened to show him the ropes of cum decorating your tongue and throat. you decided to make a show of closing your mouth again and swallowing.
the man didn’t seem to have words, and simply let his head fall back again.
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