Welcome to no safe workplace, where no workplace is safe :)
IF you want, you can send in requests on who I do, with what kink, and with what gender S/O
I will probs be focusing on non-traditional ships/S/O genders and the like.
Kink safe workspace unless you’re a pedophile– get outta here with that shit
Things I WONT do: Vomit, Feces of any kind, Underage, Incest, Daddydom/Mommydom, Age Regression.
Things I’ll need some convincing on: Vore, Urine, Feetcentric things.
Everything else is free game, so. Go wild
I have the right to refuse any kink or ask given to me <3
I don’t reblog much
List of Fandoms:
Hazbin Hotel
Hetalia
Homestuck
Psycho Pass
Helluva Boss
Undertale
Deltarune
IF YOU’RE UNDER 18 AND I FIND OUT U WILL BE BLOCKED FOREVER, k thx
finally,,, i take requests and commissions <3 <3 <3
the r/curatedtumblr -> tumblr migration is so funny to me. it's like going to the zoo and enjoying it so much you climb into the enclosure to live with the monkeys
Lets Find Out What Hetalia Character We Are All Collectively Down Bad For. (Your bby girl, your daddy, your #1.) I Want To See Where Our Alliances Lie In This Fandom.
(I will do a new round every week. The winner will challenge the next and there can only be one left standing in the end. Remember to vote every week. You can even try and sabotage.)
Vote even if they're not your main #1 because this is a knock out. Also keep in mind this is not a favorite character competition this is the local hottie beauty pageant.
Round 17: Fight
Romano .vs. Russia
Romano
Russia
Voting ended onJun 23, 2023
Previous Rounds
1. England .vs. France- Winner: England- 46
2. England .vs. Germany- Winner: Germany- 69
3. Germany .vs. Romano- Winner: Romano- 26
4. Romano .vs. Denmark- Winner: Romano- 154
5. Romano .vs. China- Winner: Romano- 239
6. Romano .vs. Lithuania- Winner: Romano- 70
7. Romano .vs. Austria- Winner: Romano- 189
8. Romano .vs. Norway- Winner: Romano- 88
9. Romano .vs. Italy- Winner: Romano- 242
10. Romano .vs. America- Winner: Romano- 30
11: Romano .vs. Iceland- Winner: Romano- 228
12. Romano .vs. Ireland- Winner: Romano- 120
13. Romano .vs. Estonia- Winner: Romano- 244
14. Romano .vs. Japan-Winner: Romano- 96
15. Romano .vs. Finland-Winner: Romano- 86
16. Romano .vs. Netherlands- Winner: Romano- 132
anyway *kicks feet as I type on my bed like a 2000s teen*
Stolas and Blitzø are on my brain.
Fizzaroli and Asmodeus too.
Not to mention all the fuckin' others.
anyway i'll be gnawing on character design for a bit b/c that rattlesnake jake lookin ass is still just
Hey some of u sl u t s may have noticed a shift in my username while I have been focusing on hetalia to this point, I am now open to many other fandoms l, listed in my pinned post. But since my main got nerfed (lmao rip) this will be more active.
I will be clearing my inbox for a fresh start so if there is an ask u want that I never got around to…
Alice came back to her little apartment, her home, sweet home in London. She knew Francine would be over, eventually. She sighed lightly, her body aching from sitting in a chair so long. She was in her normal dress, falling around her mid shin and her hair up in pigtails. She took her heels off, sitting on the couch and starting to undo her pigtails when she nearly jumped out of her skin. Hands suddenly descended on her shoulders, quickly moving to her chest. She immediately looked upward, sighing irately as she saw none other than her lover, Francine.
She smacked the taller woman’s arm lightly, leaning back and forcing her muscles to untense a bit. “Scared me half to death, Francine.” Alice said with a pout and a look upward, raising an arm to cup the other blonde’s face. Of course, it was only when she pulled the other down that she noticed her outfit. Alice’s face heated when she saw the red and pink lingerie, a bit of black cloth in one of Francine’s hands and the smirk playing at the taller woman’s lips told Alice all she needed to know. The smooth sound of Francine’s accent filled the air as she spoke, her large bust leaning almost against Alice’s head. She pushed forwards a bit, pulling her lover closer to her voluptuous chest as her hands slid to the younger nation's chest, gently sliding under her dress and small bra. Alice felt the blindfold slide over her skin as Francine toyed with her small, sensitive nipples. Her body reacted in kind, her nipples slowly growing hard and her own hands moving down between her dress. There was a tutting behind her as the hands moved away.
“Not even a thought about me?” Alice’s hands froze as she felt contact cease entirely. She moved around, green eyes a bit wide as she looked up at her far taller girlfriend. She moved and twisted her body to place her stomach against the couch. Furrowing her brows and huffing.
“I can’t bloody well do much without you close.” She was about to add more words to that when she was interrupted by an indignant gasp coming from her lips. Her vision went dark and she knew better than to take it off as it was tied around her head. She pouted, trying to listen to the sound of clicks to locate the other blonde and turning around to sit down again. Of course, without her sight it proved a bit difficult to locate the Frenchwoman. Her mouth cracked open and a startled noise left her as she suddenly felt lips on hers. She kissed back instantly, not hesitating to open her lips and bite gently at the other woman’s lips. There was a soft rumbling as she felt a tongue invade her mouth, forcing it open wider. Alice did her best to fend off the inviting tongue with her own, failing quickly. A hand had slipped under her dress and Francine had already started to rub at Alice’s clit, causing the woman to shudder. Alice moved her hands out, feeling hips dead in front of her, she trailed petite fingers over the growing bulge in France’s panties. Alice pulled back slightly, already panting.
“Get this off me so we can go somewhere where you won’t muck up my couch.” England only got a giggle in response as she tried to worm her way out of the elder’s grip, only to be scooped up with a very undignified noise as her arms went around Francine’s neck. She could smell her perfume better, a heavy blush on her face as she was carried off to the bedroom, blinded to the world. She felt the blindfold removed gently, blinking as her glasses were then immediately taken and the blindfold slipped back on. She pouted, only rolling her eyes with an exasperated movement when her lips were kissed. She reached behind her, unzipping the dress and allowing it to fall off her shoulders, pooling on the bed as she wiggled out of it entirely, left in a lacy green set of lingerie.
“For me?” Francine laughed playfully, stooping down to kiss her thigh, moving up only to stop just before her lips touched fabric. Alice let out a frustrated huff. “Patience, love. First lets get you nice and bound~” The word ‘bound’ was accented by the soft pop of her bra being undone and she slowly allowed it to slip off, moving just as obediently when the woman slid her underwear off, sitting like a good girl.
It wasn’t too long after, Alice was bound in red, silky rope, and of course, Francine hadn’t skipped any intricacies. Beautiful patterns of shibari bondage traced Alice’s fair skin and the frenchwoman admired her work, moving her lover closer to the edge of the bed. Her arms bound behind her with fingers to elbows and her legs shin to thigh, bound tight. Her stomach was done in a celtic knot heart with her small tits easily encaptured by the rope, causing her nipples to be stiff and puffy. Francine couldn’t really take the pressure the silk panties held over her, slipping them off as she gently massaged the other blonde’s ass.
“{So pretty, my dearest sparrow.}” The french sounded sweeter than honey to the Englishwoman, her ass in the air and her eyes blindfolded. She was breathing a bit heavy, only to stop for a moment as fingers gently slid inside, lubed up and gently pressing into her. She let out a shuddering breath. Francine leaned down to kiss her back gently as she lubed her large cock up, the thought of Alice already having her stiff and aching. Alice wiggled slightly in her bindings, only to gasp and whine when her ass was smacked.
“Now, now, {kitten}, wait patiently.” Francine said smoothly, lining her lubed cock with Alice’s hole, gently running the pad of her thumb over her clit. She opened her mouth to complain but was cut off by a loud gasping moan leaving her lips as Francine shoved herself in. She had purposely gotten her vaginoplasty deeper than normal for this exact reason. So she could fit Francine fully inside of her. Alice buried her face in the plush bedding, only to have her hair grabbed and head pulled back just enough to have her audible.
“{Come on, slut, don’t make me do all the work.}” Alice felt her body shiver at the words she understood so easily. She hiked her hips up a bit more before pushing back on her lover, eyes rolling as she did so.
“Hhn— Fuck. I always forget how big—“ she was cut off by a gasp-cry, suddenly feeling Francine’s hips meet hers, the woman having thrusted forward.
“{You will speak French. My little whore.}”
“{Y. Yes— mam. Yes mam. P…please just. Fuck me. Make it so I can’t walk, please.}” the French sounded far clunkier on the Briton’s tongue but she didn’t seem to care, it wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t going to be after so long speaking English.
It took Francine no time at all to roll her hips out and then thrust back in, Alice gasping and burying her face in the bedsheets. Francine tutted, fisting her hair and pulling the other woman’s head back as Alice moaned and moved with each thrust. Alice wasn’t long to move against her, pulling forward when Francine pulled back and then meeting their hips together harshly. The sound of Alice’s moans and flesh meeting filled the room. It was like music to the french nation’s ears.
A groan was soon drawn from Francine, her body fitting perfectly against Alice’s, the curve of her back leaving plenty of room for the taller blonde to rest her large chest against Alice, letting her hair go and making it so while one hand rested on her hip the other wrapped around the bound woman, fingers going to pinch and roll the Englishwoman’s stiff nipples.
Francine’s breath was hot against her neck, hips going deep and fast, no longer bothering to pull even mostly out. Simply letting her feel that massive cock.
“Francine—“ Alice almost whined, bucking back as she fluttered around the elder nation.
“{Yes, pet? Something you need?}” The woman on top asked, teasing her with a grind of her hips once she was nice and deep. She could feel the shiver it sent through the smaller blonde.
“{Ah- I’m. I’m so close. Please. Please may I cum?}” Francine stopped her thrusts for a moment, panting and catching her breath a bit. Fully seated inside.
“Mhhh. Non.” Francine said with a wicked smirk, pulling out entirely with a wet sound and a whine from Alice. “{You must earn that right, sparrow, and earn my cum inside you.}” she said, spinning the poor girl around and grabbing that soft blonde hair. Alice’s expression was pinched in frustration, earning a laugh from the Frenchwoman.
“{Open up.}” the elder said, Alice following orders and stretching her mouth open wide, thighs twitching as she swore she could feel lube and slick dripping down her legs. She suddenly tasted herself and the cherry flavored lube, quickly getting to use with her tongue. She didn’t bob her head as she knew there was no need. Francine started to thrust again, quickly hitting the back of Alice’s throat, a whine more and Francine continued to push further, watching with lidded blue eyes as her throat bulged.
Soon enough tears wet the blindfold and a gag was heard as Francine pinched one of the younger’s nipples. She pulled back after a but of rutting against her lips, panting heavily. Both of them were. Alice gulping in precious oxygen, shaking all over now.
“{Please, Francine. Please fuck me, let’s cum together.}” The French, ironically, flowed a bit better now, even if her voice was a bit hoarse. Alice knew she had gotten her way when she was once more spun around and Francine cooed against her ear.
“{A wonderful idea, my love. Don’t hesitate to be noisy, now~}” She slipped back in with ease, a heavy moan leaving her as she did so. Alice felt her eyes roll back, letting out a breathless cry, hands trying to grasp onto the rope. Francine pulled the blindfold off, turning her around and releasing her legs with a simple tug of a few ropes.
Alice looked up at her lover, face as read as those glasses she always wore. She was turned with a push of her legs upward and strong hands grasping her hips. She was now on her back, Francine’s dick burried deep inside, and her legs spread wide and pushed upwards till they damn near touched her shoulders. Francine went back to thrusting, leaving Alice to cry out and arch her back. It wasn’t long before the incoherent French words of ‘close’ spilled from Alice’s lips.
Francine shut her up quickly with a forceful kiss, still thrusting hard. Alice cried out into the kiss, Francine quickly moving one of her hands to the woman’s clit, rubbing it as she came, causing the others to see black stars on white backing. The sound she had made quickly sent Francine over the edge, not bothering to pull out. A soft noise came from the clearly overstimulated woman under her as she rode out her own orgasm. Francine slowly pulled out, using her thumb to pull back the Englishwoman’s folds to watch the cum leak out, Alice herself still in a dazed, hazy state.
“Merci…” she said softly, a soft smile on her lips as she was flipped over, a surprised noise leaving her as her cunt was licked and sucked on. The cum quickly cleared out and swallowed. All the while her arms were freed with skilled hands. Alice slowly pulled herself up once she was sure the other woman was done. Lidded eyes looking up at her as she stood against, crawling into the bed and sliding under the covers. Alice dragged her heavy body over, fitting oh so nicely against her side and smiling as her head was kissed.
“{I love you so much, Francine.}” Alice muttered, closing her eyes.
“{I would hope so,} Francine smarted, only to make a soft ‘oof’ as she felt an elbow hit her. “{I’m kidding. I love you too, Alice.}” she said warmly, closing her own eyes. “{Now, time to rest, my love.}” Alice only nodded in agreement, already slipping into sleep.
Trans boy Germany being creampied by Russia's fat fucking cock, the more roughed up Ludwig gets, the better. Do it. Or else.
Hello friend. >:3c
Anyway, here you go.
Small, short fic under the cut
From the meeting room Ludwig was paranoid they were being followed to Ivan’s room. Realistically, that was bullshit and he knew it. No one really willingly followed Russia. He was slammed into the door to shut it from the inside, Ivan pressing their lips together in a hungry kiss as he locked the door with one hand, the other grabbing his hip.
The word that left the Russian’s lips was simple but an absolute order. There was no room for argument. “Strip.”
• • • •
Ludwig’s back arched as Ivan leaned over him, a hand tweaking his clit. “So worked up...” Ivan murmured softly, a smirk on his face as he suddenly plunged a finger in. “And here I am having hardly given you anything.” He chuckled softly, Ludwig looking up at the larger nation, breaths coming out in ragged gasps already.
“You’ve already beat my ass raw— what did you expect?” He muttered, face flushed and breaking halfway through as Ivan tugged his hair back to expose his already marked neck. Ludwig was far from in the pristine condition he had been in when the meeting ended and Ivan dragged him back to the hotel. From there clothes were quickly discarded… *His* clothes anyway. He was then spanked, beat and bitten till his ass was black and blue and slightly bloodied. It seemed Ivan deemed his neck was next in line to be marked.
Ludwig let out a pitiful noise as his jugular was bit into, hard enough to draw blood. Ivan just licked his lips and pulled the other into a kiss. When he pulled back those cool violet eyes scanned over Germany’s body.
Ivan wasn’t quite done teasing him yet, though. He slid a second finger into Ludwig’s dripping hole, causing his back to arch again. Ludwig was clearly getting frustrated.
“N-not so high up on the neck.” The german mumbled as Russia was right back to biting his neck. He felt a bite and sucking right under his jawline, which was met with a slight glare from the recipient.
“Do not tell me what to do, Ludwig,” came the almost growl from the bigger personification. “I want others to know you are *mine.*” Ivan’s fingers suddenly left the man’s cunt, using the slick already coating the two fingers to stroke his cock. Without another word he lined himself up, teasing the entrance.
Ludwig knew exactly what he expected. He knew he wasn’t getting anything till he begged for it. “Please… Please Ivan, please fuck me, please use my body as your cumdump— I. I need you inside of m--” He was cut off there as Ivan plunged himself in, getting about three fourths in before being forced to slow down. Of course, that didn’t mean he stopped. He pulled out slightly, grunting slightly before pushing the rest of the way in.
Germany could do little but grab at the sheets and hook his arm around Ivan’s covered neck, eyes rolling back in his head. These were the moments he lived for, feeling so damn full, so fulfilled after taking such a beating, there was finally pleasure beyond any pain he had experienced. Ivan didn’t seem to want to waste any time as he started thrusting, a moan leaving his lips as his eyes fluttered.
It was amazing to him how much the younger nation could take, and how tight he was despite how many times they’d done this. He had even gotten to a point of taking his scarf off to leave just the bandages on. Ivan kept his hips moving, refusing to give the man beneath him a moment’s rest. Ludwig felt his back arch as he leaned his head back into the pillows. Ivan gladly leaned over him, kissing his neck and scraping his teeth over the hollow in the German’s neck. Of course, it was difficult to do this with precision as the body under him moved and squirmed.
“S-stop holding back.” Ludwig eventually said, and even though it felt more like a desperate plea than an order Ivan was pretty sure he meant it to be, he let it slide.With a smirk he grabbed Ludwig’s neck, pulling all the way out and slamming back in, hard. The movement made the bed hit against the wall and Ludwig was half conscious about how glad he was to be in Ivan’s hotel room rather than his own. Of course, like any other thought in his head at the moment, it was short to last.
Ivan held nothing back, cutting off all air and watching as Ludwig’s face got redder and his cunt became tighter, backing off the pressure just long enough for the darker blonde to catch his breath. Barely, but even that was being generous. Ludwig was relatively quiet, seeing as the only sounds he could make were pitiful gasping and whines that hardly made it past Ivan’s grip. Of course, Ludwig had asked for it and he’d be damned if he showed any weakness. The more air he lost the harder it was to stop the pleasure from overtaking him. He knew he needed to ask permission. He moved the arm that clung to Ivan to tap his wrist, Ivan didn’t stop moving, but did slacken his grip.
“Please, please let me cum. Please. I’m so close. Please, Ivan!” The words tumbled out of his lips the second they could. The Russian’s hand going to grab his jaw, bringing his face close to the others and muttering in Russian. “{You will cum first, now, and then again when I order you to, Understand?}” He growled out, voice low and raspy as Ludwig took gasping breaths, sure there was going to be at least one bruise on his neck. He nodded with teary eyes, watching as Ivan’s lips twitched into a smile.
The look on Ivan’s face alone made the German personification want to break.
“{Good puppy. Cum for me.}” That and one or two more thrusts had Ludwig bucking down into Ivan’s cock, tears leaking out as he cried out, only to be stifled by Ivan’s mouth over his. He allowed the tongue to probe his mouth as he came, legs shaking and chest heaving. Ivan only stopped for a split second to look at his face, his breath stuttering for just a moment.
“{Good boy.}” He snapped his hips forward, causing Ludwig to cry out in turn. The hand holding his jaw let go and slapped the other nation, a growl leaving Ivan. “{Quieter. No one needs to hear those noises but me.}” He smiled at the groan and nod he got in return. He could tell Ludwig was squirming from overstimulation and trying not to cum again. It made Ivan slow his thrusts just a bit, going for harder strokes.
The elder nation leaned forward, kissing his lips and then down his neck with a throaty purr. “{Mmm, is this what you want, puppy? To be my personal cumslut? To beg to be filled with my seed? To be breed like a common street whore?}” Ludwig could only whimper at the moment, processing the words. They stung, but he knew Ivan was far too possessive to ever share him, so as long as these meetings stayed between the two of them, who cares what was said?
Ludwig felt the strokes becoming more erratic from Ivan, also feeling a hand go to his enlarged clit he twitched. “{P-please, Ivan. Please use me as your cumrag- Please breed me like a fucking whor--}” He was unable to finish as Ivan’s hand returned to his neck, a startled noise leaving the smaller nation as he was choked again.
“{Shut. Up!}” The words were punctuated with harsh, deep thrusts, Lud having to grasp onto the Russian’s hand as he kept thrusting. “{Cum with me, puppy. Cum hard.}” The request was met with eager obedience. A few more thrusts had them both climaxing, Ivan refusing to pull out as he bucked a few more times into Ludwig’s cunt, slowly pulling out and watching as his cum leaked out, a satisfied growl leaving his throat.
“{Good puppy… Such. Such a good puppy.}”
