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
ouhhh this is so random but i came across your canada smut and i absolutely adore it !! it’s lowk rare to find and i’m so happy and content with it and you wrote him so well :(( if you can i beg for more hcs (ㅅ´ ˘ `) ♡
when you edge them !
a/n !: AHHH OMG THANK YOU SM ANON !! I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT <3 !! i tried to write him as accurately as i could ! but of course i will do some more hcs for him !! im gonna do america as well cause i didn't know if you wanted just canada or another character !!
content warning !: sub!canada, dom!america, jerking off, edging, overstimulation, male recieving oral, and use of "daddy".
synopsis !: some nsfw headcanons of canada and america !!
canada
edging isn't his matthew's favorite thing. he does enjoy getting super subby for you though. the way you get so soft with him, cooing at him telling him about what an amazing job he's doing.
he'll absolutely melt if you help him through it !!
words of encouragement, gentle rubs on his body (specifically his face and shoulders), small kisses along his chin to his neck.
'that's such a good boy for me matthew. you've got this you can keep going for me.'
i feel like if you make it last too long he'll start thinking you're just joking/playing a game and start to soften up. or he'll assume you're gonna forget about him and get bored !!
please don't make the poor baby do it for too long! he can't handle all of that !
once you edge him after 2 times
his moans and whines when you edge him are absolutely perfect !! they're so high pitched and cute.
he will have literal tears rolling down his face if it gets to be too much, letting out quiet little sobs and moans.
'mommy/daddy! i can't take it anymore—sob—please let me cum!'
the way he begs you is so adorable. his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose and hair sticking to his forehead from all of the sweat.
'no pretty boy not yet, just one more for me. you can do that can't you baby?'
Matthew came home with his head down and small little sniffles breaking through the silence. He sat down next to you and laid his head on your shoulder, a tiny wet spot forming on your shirt from his tears.
'oh my goodness baby boy, what's wrong? what happened?'
Your hands rush up to his face, forcing him to look at you. His eyes glassy from all the crying he's done. He doesn't make eye contact with you, he's much too embarrassed to look at you right now. He tells you about how none of the other countries even tried to talk to him today. 'I just feel like they can't even see me sometimes.' You feel so bad about your sweet boy. He's so perfect you have no idea how all the other countries don't care enough to even listen to him. You help him in the best way you know how. Sucking his cock and removing your mouth before he cums.
Sure it sounds mean to tease him after the long day he's had, but you found that edging your pretty boy till he goes stupid helps him forget about everything. The way his sad tears are now replaced with pleasurable ones. His thighs tremble from the suction of your mouth.
Matthew knows that with you, he'll be well taken care of.
america
alfred does NOT like to be edged. when he's got his mind set on something, he takes it. so when you try to keep him from cumming . . . that's cute !
he'll be on top of you in a matter of seconds, using your hole to chase his release. of course he'll work you through yours as well, he's somewhat of a gentleman!
'it was a cute try beautiful, but you know you can't top me!'
on the very rare chance that you actually have him sit through the edging, he'll be leaned over complaining in your ear.
'hey pretty, can we be done with this now? i have a few new positions i wanna try out today!'
alfred will be thrusting into your hand, trying to get any friction he can get from you. even when you land a slap on his thigh, he's still rutting into your hand.
he isn't much of a whiner, instead he lets out loud grunts and a series of 'oh fuck—yes just like that'.
he's definitely the type to try to piss you off so you forget what you're even doing. so he'll be doing that in this situation as well.
'y'know i think that you're doin' this all wrong, you're going too slow and holding it too tighttt.' fortunately for him that does get you to stop using your hand and relacing it with your hole.
but unfortunately, it also means that you tie his hands together with his belt and pull yourself off of him as soon as he gets ready to cum.
Alfred hissed in pain, his leather belt tightening and cutting the circulation to his hands off with each movement. Your soft hand pumping up and down his cock, loud grunts escaping past his lips.
'Pretty I need your hole right now, give it to daddy okay?'
You find it funny that he's trying to persuade you in his position. Something inside of you decides to give him a break, or the lack of something inside of you. You sit on his lap facing him, pushing your hole against his tip. A soft groan leaves his mouth, he leans in to smell your scent, his hips rut up at your smell.
His cock pokes its way inside of you, the slight sting of him splitting you open making you tremble. You bounce yourself up and down on his dick, clenching and tightening around him. He wants to put his hands on you, give you a few marks to claim you as his territory. The only thing stopping him from doing that is this stupid belt. It turns him on so much though, you doing all you can to restrict him from his favorite thing.
His hips slam into yours with each bounce, his balls slapping your ass. The delicious sounds of sex fills his ears and it pushes him to the brink. He grits his teeth and flexes his thighs. A sign he's about to cum.
You can't let him do that though, he's been a brat to you all night. Poking fun at you and teasing you, doing anything he can to just piss you off. You pull off of him and plant a kiss on his lips, giving him a teasing glance.
I feel like Russia + size kink makes so much sense but I can’t think of a location,,, I’m excited to see what you come up with though!!
18+, semi-public, slight degradation
It's a struggle to stay quiet.
Ivan is behind you, his broad frame pressing you into the wall. The thick, formidable length presses intimately against your walls, hot and pulsing.
“Ah~”
Per your request he doesn’t move, except for subtle shifts of his hips that of course you can feel. He is not a small man; taking him often feels like you're being split wide till your very stomach.
“Oh~” You whimper again.
“She will be gone soon, yes,” Ivan says soothingly, placing a hand on your stomach. His dick throbs as he can feel the small bulge of him in your stomach, and he can't help but bury himself a few inches more.
“I… Ivan…” You bite your lip. You hardly expected his little sister would interrupt your alone time, but truly you should've expected it-—Natalya rarely left him alone, especially when you were around. She banged on the door to his conference room vigorously, asking if he was alone. Of course he wasn’t—at the time he was balls deep inside you, pinning you against the wall with his frame. You’re sure Natalya knew you were there; it was hard to suppress your moans when Ivan was rearranging your guts with such vigor.
But neither of you had wanted to deal with her, so once Ivan heard the telltale sound of the lock being picked, he lifted you up and carried you—cock still inside—to the small closet in his room, before locking the two of you inside.
It's so cramped. He barely fit in the closet, much less with you added to the mix. You shiver as you feel him shift and slide into you even deeper.
“Ivan~ Ah.”
“Yes, kotyk, I know.” He says huskily, his voice strained. “It feels amazing for me as well.”
He rocks his hips again, his hands curling possessively around your hips. “So tight. It's like your cute little body can't yield to me just yet.”
He begins rocking slowly, his hips pulling back before thrusting upwards, his cock disappearing between your ass cheeks.
You let out a strangled moan, which he silences by clamping a hand over your mouth. The closet is so cramped; just like your guts, struggling to accommodate him and his massive size.
His hands shifts to your wrists, his body bending you over somehow some way in the cramped space. Soon your forehead is pressed against the wall, and you can't muffle your moans as he thrusts deeply into you. The wet squelch of your bodies meeting is undeniable in the closet, which is beginning to feel stiflingly hot.
"Ivan," you gasp out. "Natalya—"
"Shhh. She's gone now." He lightly squeezes the flesh of your ass before smacking it, making you jolt.
“I’ll cum inside you, da?” He grunts. “Fill your cute little pussy. Then maybe you’ll stop showing up to my office in such tiny skirts.”
“Or maybe...” he says sweetly as he fucks into vigorously, his voice sickeningly sweet. The slap of your hips loud in the room, drowning out your whimpers. “You want my cum trailing down your legs in that skirt, da? So everyone outside can see what a little whore you are."
for starters: if his partner has never been eaten out before, he'll be sure to open her up to the idea
seducing her by feeling her up, squeezing her chest before going back down to her waist. he smiles, leering at her pretty lips before going in for a kiss.
after a while, he'll pull away. as much as he wants to keep on making out with her, he has a job to do ;) submitting himself to her to make her feel more comfortable, prussia lowers himself down in front of her to take off her bottoms and her underwear
he looks up to see her pursing her lips together nervously, the flustered expression she was making somehow even excited him more. he places a kiss above her pussy. "i just want to make you feel good, engel."
the two finally start, with her body laid out on the bed, prussia in between her thighs citing how good she was doing for him, and of course, how delicious she tasted.
prussia removed one of his hands from her thigh so he could touch himself through his underwear. scheiße she's so warm he thought. he moaned into her pussy, his eyes folding into small crescents once he saw how she squirmed from the vibration of his mouth. she saw his tongue poking out to press against her clit, so she took the opportunity to pull him in closer by his hair.
he let out a guttural laugh, his eyes still on her face.
Hey hey, I have an ask! I'd kill for some Allies and Axis content. How about reader never let's anyone hear them sing but they get spied on by their boyfriend. How would they react if reader was actually a good singer?
okay, been on and off due to getting surgery to remove inflamed nerves, BUT I AM SO FOR THAT??? I am actually a musician so I love singing but I'm so self conscious lol!
ALLIES + AXIS WITH SINGER!READER
Canada:
-THIS LITTLE BABBYYYYY
-He would be holding Kumajirou, and trying to find you when he hears you.
-the second he hears your voice, he pauses like he got hit by a whole freight train that veered off the rails.
-He probably stalks listens to you sing for a little longer than necessary before he finally musters up the courage to go in the room.
-And even then, he's still mesmerized by you.
-He'd probably mumble to you about how your voice is amazing, and that he'd like to hear it more.
-he'd do all this with a huge blush on his face, trying his best not to stutter in front of you.
-If you're a really good singer (or even if not) he'll randomly start to ask you to sing for him!
-and if you're an okay or mediocre singer, HELL STILL ASK!!
-this man loves you, and he just wants to be the only person you notice and pay attention to!
America:
-Al probably would be so impressed.
-I see him as being an okay singer, but NOT the best. He can really only sing the anthem.
-now, when Al is a yandere, he is more or less for wanting to know every little detail about you.
-so hearing you sing when you think nobody is listening is like a dream come true!
-if you're really good at it, he'll probably just watch/listen for a long time, mesmerized by how beautiful your voice is.
-and then he'd try to make you sing to his face.
-he'd push and push until you gave in so he could praise your voice to your face!
England:
-He tries to be a gentleman.
-he tries not to stalk, not to be obsessive.
-he fails miserably btw.
-if he ended up even getting the smallest bit of hearing you sing?
-he would be over the moon.
-if you're a bad singer, he wouldn't even mind. He's honestly happy just as long as you are happy and he gets to be the only one to hear your voice!
-but if you're a good singer?? He will try so hard to bring music into conversations, trying to slowly get you to open up, making you sing to him on your own.
-He still tries to be a gentleman. He won't push.. just.. nudging you in the right direction.
-and if anybody has anything to say about how you sound? He will personally put that person in their rightful place.
-this man would NOT be afraid to show where his shoe fits if provoked.
France:
-this man is NOT subtle.
-he hears you singing and is so overjoyed.
-even if you're mediocre, he honestly just loves hearing your singing, as it seems personal and open.
-he'll listen for a while before barging in and showering you with praises.
-this man truly believes that if you get enough praise you'll stop being shy.
-which might actually end up happening if we're being honest.
-France tries his best to not be TOO pushy, but totally fails whenever he hears a song he would love to hear in your voice!
-maybe he wants to be the one you sing to the most or at all
Russia:
-Now, Russia doesn't really understand social stuff.
-I mean, people are terrified of this guy and he's just like a big murderous teddy bear!!
-To him, he just wants to be friends, and all he knows how to do is threaten people.
-but he really loves you and is so confused on why you seem so happy singing, but have never done it in front of anybody!
-to him, your voice is an angelic sound, and he can't help but watch and listen as you sing.
-this man would walk in after you finished the song you were on and just give you the biggest bear hug istg
-he wouldn't even care if your voice had cracked or was quiet, he would tell you that he had never heard anything better.
-and to him it was true
-he might even ask why you never did it for others! ... though he's not complaining that he gets to be the only one to hear it.
China:
-China to me seems more like somebody who is also less subtle.
-he won't embarrass you, but he also won't hide the fact that he heard you and likes your voice.
-he would try to make you more confident, and also ask for you to sing traditional Chinese songs!
-he honestly wants you to feel better about yourself
-HES SO SWEET ABOUT IT TOO!
-like he may be old
-HE STILL A BABBYYYYY
-And if you do end up singing songs in his language (especially if they are traditional), he will be overjoyed!
Italy:
-Oh my god he is LITERALLY baby!
-he'll be so happy if he hears you sing
-he's probably never heard you sing before, so this is a first for him!
-he'll rush in, speaking quickly and happily, calling your voice so amazing.
-he'll probably ask why he's never heard you sing before.
-and get really sad if you try to say anything bad about your voice.
-to him, your voice is like literal heaven, how could anybody ever hate that voice of yours???????
-he'll probably ask for you to sing Italian songs, or even teach you his favorite songs.
-he won't be TOO pushy...
-but this is Italy we are talking about, he's gonna be pushy in some ways.
Germany:
-this man may seem mean and heartless, but he is such a cutie!
-he probably accidentally walks in on you singing
-he probably doesn't even recognize it's you until he peeks around the corner to see your face as you sing.
-and he's actually pretty surprised.
-he didn't expect it
-he kinda assumed he knew most everything about you.
-He isn't one to push, even if he truly liked it, but he would end up complimenting it.
-he wants you to know that he loves every part of you.
-and your singing is just a bonus to him!
-Kiku is a bit shy, but overall, again, A CUTIE!
-he would probably be looking for you
-and when he heard singing, he's confused and decides to see who is singing
-when he sees it's you, he'll probably stay quiet for a bit or until you notice him.
-if you don't notice him in time, he'll gently stop you to tell you that you sound amazing!
-this is the first time he's heard you sing and he honestly thinks it's great.
-he's a bit shy, but if you've been together a while, he'd probably be a bit more straightforward with how he feels.
-but he'd be willing to help you get better
-only if you'd want his help, though!!
thank you guys for reading! I recently broke up with my girlfriend of a few months as well as just getting surgery and finishing extra college work, but I'm trying to get on again! I'm also going to do more headcanons and stories to get my head off the breakup, since it was literally 2 days ago. I love you all and I hope you are doing amazing!!~
Hiii I am in love with your writing and I was wondering if you could write nsfw dom!Canada x reader breeding kink? I think you could knock that out of the park <3 😘
Losing Control (Hetalia Matthew Williams x Reader)
(NSFW! MDNI! Cw: unprotected sex, breeding)
Matthew has been taking every single jab with that same soft, slightly embarrassed smile all evening. You’re stretched out on the couch, legs draped across his lap, and every time you poke at how gentle he is, he just huffs a quiet laugh and squeezes your ankle. You joked about how he’d probably apologize mid-thrust if he ever tried anything rougher than vanilla.
You’re still talking when he finally reaches his limit. You make one more joke, something light and teasing about him being too sweet to ever pin you down properly, and the soft sound that leaves him isn’t quite a laugh this time. He smiles, slow and almost polite. Then he leans forward, remote in hand, and calmly turns the television off. The sudden quiet feels louder than the background noise ever was. Before you can process the shift, he’s already moving. One smooth motion and your back is pressed into the cushions, his body caging you in completely. Knees on either side of your hips, forearms braced on either side of your head. He’s not heavy on you yet, simply and overwhelmingly present. The soft, polite Matthew who lets the world walk over him is nowhere in this room anymore. He leans down until his face is inches from yours, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath when he speaks.
“You want to see what I’m like when I stop being nice?”
Your mouth opens on instinct, some half-formed answer, maybe another joke. His hand is there immediately. His palm covers your lips, fingers gentle but firm against your cheek.
“No, no.” His voice is still soft. Still that same quiet Canadian cadence. But there’s something heavier underneath it now, something low and deliberate that sinks straight into your stomach. “That wasn’t a question.”
He holds your gaze, eyes darker than you’ve ever seen them.
“From now until I’m done with you,” he continues, thumb brushing once across your lower lip even as his hand stays in place, “I only wanna hear your whimpers.”
He doesn’t move away and doesn’t give you space to breathe properly. He stays right there, caging you in, studying the way your eyes have gone wide and the way your chest is already rising a little faster. His free hand slides down, slow, and settles warm and heavy on your waist, fingers spreading like he’s claiming the space.
“You’ve been running that pretty mouth all night,” he murmurs, almost conversational. “Talking about how soft I am. How I’d apologize if I ever got rough with you.” A quiet huff of air leaves him, almost a laugh, but not quite. “You really believed that, didn’t you?”
His thumb strokes once along the side of your jaw, still keeping your mouth covered.
“I’m going to take my time with you tonight. And every time you feel like making another joke… you’re going to remember this exact moment. When I stopped being nice.”
He finally eases his hand away from your mouth, but only enough to let you breathe. His fingers stay curled loosely against your cheek, ready to cover you again the second you try to speak.
“Whimpers only,” he reminds you, voice soft and final. “Nod if you understand.”
He’s still smiling that same small, calm smile. But his eyes are anything but soft.
You’re still staring up at him, stunned silent by the sudden shift. The soft, apologetic boyfriend who let you tease him for hours is gone, and the man currently caging you in is calm, focused, and completely in control. Your brain is still trying to catch up when his hand leaves your mouth and he pats your cheek twice, gentle, almost fond, but firm enough to pull your attention right back to him.
“I asked you a question.”
The quiet reminder snaps you out of it. You nod furiously, eyes wide, heart slamming against your ribs.
“Good.”
The single word is soft, satisfied, and somehow more commanding than if he’d raised his voice. Then he’s leaning in. Matthew’s mouth finds the side of your neck like he’s been thinking about it all night. The first kiss is deceptively gentle before his teeth scrape lightly over the same spot. You gasp. He does it again, harder this time, sucking just enough to make the heat pool low in your stomach. Your moan slips out louder than you meant it to, breath already coming faster.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against your skin, voice low and approving. “Let me hear you.”
He works his way down the column of your throat with deliberate, open-mouthed kisses, interspersed with sharp little bites that make your fingers curl into the couch cushions. Every time you make a sound he rewards it with another slow suck, another graze of teeth, until your breathing is uneven and your head is tipped back to give him more room. Then he sits up just enough to reach behind his head and pull his own shirt off in one smooth motion. The sudden sight of bare skin and the quiet strength in his shoulders makes your stomach flip. He tosses the fabric aside without looking, already focused on yours. His hands slide under the hem of your top, warm palms dragging up your sides as he pushes it higher. You lift your arms on instinct and he peels it off slowly, eyes dark as he takes you in.
The second your shirt is gone he’s back on you. Matthew’s mouth finds the sensitive spot just below your collarbone and he bites down, firm enough that the first press of his teeth pulls a sharp little whimper from your throat. He soothes it immediately with his tongue, then sucks hard enough to leave a mark. Another whimper escapes you when he moves lower and does it again, teeth and lips working in tandem as he starts leaving a slow trail of hickeys across the upper curve of your chest.
At first every new bite makes you flinch and whimper, body still adjusting to this rougher side of him. But he never stops or apologizes. He keeps going until the sting starts to blur into something hotter. Your whimpers gradually melt into longer, softer moans as the sensation sinks in. He notices the shift immediately.
“There you go,” he breathes against your skin, voice rough with approval. “Getting used to it already.” His hand comes up to cradle the side of your face, thumb stroking your cheek while his mouth continues its work. “Sounds so pretty when you stop fighting it.”
He finds a particularly sensitive spot near the top of your breast and latches on, sucking hard enough that your back arches off the couch. A broken moan spills out of you and he hums in satisfaction, the vibration traveling straight through your skin. When he finally pulls back there’s a dark, blooming mark left behind, and the look on his face is pure quiet hunger.
Matthew leans down again, lips brushing the shell of your ear as his free hand slides up to rest possessively over your ribcage.
“I’m just getting started,” he murmurs. “And you’re already making those sounds for me.”
His mouth returns to your neck, teeth grazing the same place he marked earlier, and the next moan that leaves you is louder than the last.
Matthew takes his time, mouth moving with deliberate, open kisses down the side of your neck, across the marks he’s already left, lower still until he’s trailing heat over the soft skin of your chest. Every so often his teeth scrape just enough to make you shiver, but the kisses stay slow, almost reverent, even as his hands keep you pinned gently to the couch.
He works his way down your stomach, lips brushing, tongue occasionally flicking against your skin, until he reaches the waistband of your pants. He looks up at you once before he hooks his fingers under the fabric and pulls them down in one smooth motion, taking your underwear with them. The cool air hits your bare skin and you flinch, but he’s already settling between your thighs, broad shoulders spreading you open.
He starts at your lower stomach again, kissing lower, lower, until his mouth is hovering right over you. You feel the warm wetness of his spit first, deliberate and filthy, landing right against your folds. Then his fingers are there, rubbing the slickness in with slow, gentle strokes. He takes his time mapping you, circling, teasing, until one long finger finally slips inside.
The stretch is easy, careful, but the way he moves is anything but hesitant. He fingers you steadily, watching your face the entire time, listening to every sound you make. After a few moments he adds a second finger, stretching you wider, and his thumb finds your clit at the same time. He touches you with soft, steady circles that make your hips twitch.
You’re already a mess. Soft, broken moans spill out of you without permission, thighs trembling around his shoulders as he works you open. Matthew hums in quiet approval, the sound vibrating against your skin. Then he curls his fingers. He finds that spot inside you with almost cruel precision and rubs against it firmly, and the cry that rips out of your throat is sharp and helpless. Your arms fly up on instinct, crossing over your face like you can hide from how good it feels, from how completely he’s taken control.
Matthew doesn’t let you. His free hand comes up immediately, wrapping around both of your wrists and guiding them back down beside your head, pinning them lightly to the cushion. He doesn’t stop moving his fingers the entire time. His fingers are still curling, still stroking that spot, thumb still working your clit in slow, devastating circles.
“No hiding,” he says softly, voice rough with heat but still so calm. “I want to see every face you make for me.”
He leans in closer, breath warm against your inner thigh, and presses a soft kiss there even as his fingers keep working you open.
“Look at me.”
When you finally manage to meet his eyes, the quiet intensity in them makes your stomach flip. He’s watching you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters, like every whimper and cry is something he’s collecting.
“That’s better,” he murmurs. “Good girl. Let me hear you.”
His fingers curl again, firmer this time, and the next sound that leaves you is broken and needy. Matthew’s mouth curves into the smallest, darkest smile.
“There she is.”
You can’t hold the sound in anymore.
“Mattie—please—”
The broken plea leaves you in a shaky moan, hips twitching against his mouth and fingers. Matthew doesn’t ease up. If anything, the soft curl of his fingers against that spot inside you gets more deliberate, his tongue flattening over your clit in slow, filthy strokes.
“Use your words, sweetheart.” His voice is low, almost gentle, but there’s no real mercy in it. He lifts his head just enough to look at you, mouth already shiny, two fingers still buried deep and working you open. “Tell me what you need.”
You try. God, you try. Your mouth opens and all that comes out is a string of helpless, incoherent babbles. Half-formed pleas and soft, desperate sounds that don’t make any sense. Your head tips back against the couch cushions, thighs trembling hard around his shoulders. Matthew watches you fall apart with dark, hungry eyes, and then he gives you exactly what you can’t ask for.
He seals his mouth over your clit and sucks at the same time his fingers curl hard. The orgasm hits you like a wave. Your back arches clean off the couch, a sharp, broken cry tearing out of your throat as you come hard around his fingers. Your whole body shakes, pulse after pulse of heat rolling through you while he keeps working you through it. He drinks down every sound you make like it’s the only thing he wants to hear. Even after the worst of it starts to fade, he doesn’t pull away.
Matthew’s mouth stays on you, slower now but still thorough, licking and sucking every last bit of slick from your folds until you’re whimpering from the overstimulation. The soft, wet sounds of him cleaning you up are almost as filthy as the way he looks at you when he finally lifts his head. Your juices shine on his lips and chin. He’s breathing a little harder himself, but that quiet control is still firmly in place.
You can barely catch your own breath. Your chest rises and falls in rapid, shaky pulls as he sits back against the couch, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand. The sight of him like that all shirtless, flushed, eyes dark and fixed on you, makes something desperate twist low in your stomach. Before he can say anything else, you’re already sliding off the couch and onto your knees between his spread legs.
Matthew’s breath hitches the second your hands find his waistband. You drag the zipper down slowly, deliberately, and the quiet sound of it feels loud in the room. He lifts his hips just enough to help you pull his pants and underwear down, and the second you free him his cock is heavy and already hard in your hand. You don’t tease. You lean in and take him into your mouth in one smooth, wet slide, cheeks hollowing as you sink down as far as you can manage on the first try.
“Fuck—”
The curse leaves him soft and rough all at once. One of his hands immediately finds the back of your head, fingers threading gently into your hair. He holds your hair, grounding himself as your tongue works along the underside of him.
“Such a good girl,” he breathes, voice already a little wrecked. His head tips back against the couch for a second before he forces himself to look down at you again. “Look at you… on your knees for me after I just made you come that hard.”
You hum around him in answer and the vibration makes his hips twitch. Matthew’s free hand comes down to cup the side of your face, thumb stroking along your cheekbone even as you start bobbing your head in a steady rhythm. Every time you take him deeper he lets out another soft, broken sound.
“That’s it… just like that. Take what you can.” His fingers tighten slightly in your hair when you hollow your cheeks and suck harder. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good. Been thinking about this all night while you were running that pretty little mouth.”
He watches every movement like he’s memorizing it. The way your lips stretch around him, the wet sounds you make when you pull off just to drag your tongue along the head before sinking back down, the way your eyes flick up to meet his. Every time you do, his expression softens and darkens at the same time.
“Good girl,” he murmurs again, voice low and thick with heat. “You’re doing so well for me. Keep going… I want to feel that mouth a little longer before I decide what to do with you next.”
His thumb brushes the corner of your lips where they’re stretched around him, and the quiet, filthy reverence in the touch makes your stomach flip all over again.
Matthew’s fingers tighten in your hair without warning. He pulls and the sudden pressure makes you whine as he eases your mouth off his cock. A thin string of spit still connects your lower lip to the head for a second before it breaks. You’re left panting, lips shiny and swollen, staring up at him with dazed eyes. He looks down at you like he’s deciding something.
“You look so pretty sucking me off,” he says, voice low and rough, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “But I need to cum in your pussy.”
Before you can even process the words, his hands are under your arms. He lifts you like you weigh nothing, turning and pressing your back hard against the nearest wall. The cool surface makes you gasp. Your legs automatically wrap around his hips as he holds you up with one arm under your thigh, the other bracing beside your head.
He doesn’t give you all of him yet. The blunt head of his cock drags through your soaked folds once, twice, before he pushes just the tip inside. The stretch is shallow and maddening. He works only that much in and out of you in slow, deliberate rolls of his hips. Every time he pulls back until he’s almost free, your body tries to suck him back in with wet, filthy sounds that fill the quiet room.
You whine, high and desperate.
“Mattie—fuck—please just fuck me—”
He leans in, forehead almost touching yours, and the smile that curves his mouth is anything but soft.
“I would love to,” he murmurs, still only giving you the tip, “but you think I’m too nice. I gotta tease you a bit longer, babygirl.”
The next whimper that leaves you is loud and broken. Your nails dig into his shoulders as he keeps that same torturous pace. The sound of your pussy greedily trying to pull him deeper is almost obscene.
“You want it bad, huh?”
You nod frantically, forehead dropping against his as another shaky moan spills out of you. Matthew’s eyes darken.
“Then fucking take it.”
He slams into you in one hard, deep thrust that knocks the air clean out of your lungs. There’s nothing gentle left in him. He sets a brutal, steady rhythm, hips snapping forward again and again, burying himself to the hilt every single time. The force of it drives you higher up the wall; the only things keeping you from sliding are his strength and the way your legs are locked around him. Every thrust punches a broken sound out of your throat, half-sob, half-moan, until you’re clinging to him like you might fall apart.
It feels too good. You sob against his shoulder as he keeps fucking you through it, the wet slap of skin and the filthy sound of how soaked you are filling the space between you. Matthew’s mouth finds your neck without slowing his hips. He kisses hard, then bites, sucking dark marks into the already sensitive skin while he drives into you over and over.
Your hand slides up his chest almost desperately, palm dragging over warm skin and the hard planes of muscle as you try to ground yourself. The contrast is dizzying, his body solid and strong under your fingers while he ruins you against the wall with nothing held back.
“That’s it,” he breathes against your throat, voice strained and low. “Take it. You wanted to see what I’m like when I stop being nice—” Another hard thrust makes your head tip back against the wall. “—so fucking take it.”
He bites down on a fresh spot just below your ear at the same time he grinds deep, and the broken, overwhelmed sound that leaves you only makes him go harder.
Your back is starting to slide down the wall.
The constant force of Matthew’s thrusts has made your legs weak, and even with them locked around his hips you’re slowly losing height. He feels it the second it happens. A low, almost frustrated sound leaves his throat, and before you can fully slip he tightens his grip under your thighs and hauls you back up against him for half a second. It isn’t enough. He’s too far gone to keep holding you up and fucking you at the same time. The careful control he usually has is completely gone and is replaced by something raw and single-minded. With a rough exhale he pulls out of you just long enough to shift his hold, then carries you the short distance to the floor. The sudden change makes your head spin.
“Mattie—wait, what are you—”
Your voice comes out confused and breathless as he drops to his knees with you, lowering you onto the hard floor. The protest is soft, more disoriented than anything else, your hands still reaching for his shoulders like you don’t know where the wall went. He doesn’t answer. Doesn’t even seem to fully hear you. His eyes are dark and unfocused with need, chest rising and falling hard as he pushes your thighs open again and settles between them in one urgent motion. He’s back inside you before you can finish the sentence.
The first thrust on the floor is deep and almost clumsy with how desperate he is, punching a startled moan out of you. Matthew fucks into you like an animal. He moves hard, relentless, hips snapping forward with a raw hunger that makes the wet sounds between you louder than before. One of his hands braces beside your head while the other grips your hip hard enough to bruise, holding you exactly where he wants you so he can drive in as deep as possible.
“Fuck—need to come in you,” he rasps against your cheek, voice low and wrecked. The words are almost mindless, like he’s only half aware he’s speaking. “Need it—need to fill this pretty pussy up—”
You try to say something again, some soft, overwhelmed sound of protest at the sudden change of position, but it breaks into a moan the second he adjusts the angle and starts hitting that spot inside you without mercy. Matthew doesn’t slow down. If anything the slight resistance only seems to push him further into that wild, focused state. Every thrust is deep and claiming, the kind that makes your body jolt against the floor and forces broken little sobs out of your throat.
He’s not thinking about anything except the tight, wet heat of you and the overwhelming need to bury himself as deep as he can and stay there. His mouth finds your neck again, open and hungry, biting and sucking fresh marks into the skin while his hips keep up that relentless, almost frantic pace. The weight of him on top of you is solid and grounding even as he loses control, and every time he bottoms out you can feel how close he already is and how tightly wound he’s become.
“Mine,” he mutters against your throat between thrusts, the word rough and possessive. “Gonna come so deep in you—fuck—take it, take all of it—”
His rhythm turns slightly uneven, more animal than measured, and the only thing that seems to exist for him right now is the way your body keeps taking him and the single-minded goal of filling you until there’s nothing left.
You’re barely coherent anymore as broken, breathless sounds spill out of you with every hard thrust. Words dissolve into nothing as Matthew fucks you into the floor like he can’t stop. Your hands keep sliding over his chest, his shoulders, trying to find something solid while your body tightens around him. Somehow you manage to force a few words out between the moans.
“Fuck, Mattie—be careful, I’m—”
You don’t even get to finish your sentence when the orgasm rips through you without warning, sudden and violent. Your back arches hard off the floor, a broken cry tearing from your throat as your pussy clamps down around him in tight, rhythmic spasms. The feeling of him completely losing control only makes it hit harder. You love it, how far gone he is, how the soft, careful boyfriend is nowhere to be found right now.
Matthew feels every pulse of your orgasm. A deep, almost pained sound leaves him the second your walls start fluttering and squeezing around his cock. His rhythm stutters, hips slamming forward one last time as he buries himself as deep as he can go.
“Oh fuck—I have to, baby girl—” His voice is wrecked, low and urgent against your ear. “I have to cum inside—”
Matthew doesn’t pull out, he comes hard, hips grinding against yours as he empties himself deep inside you in thick, pulsing waves. The feeling of it makes your own orgasm stretch longer, another broken sob spilling out of you as you take every drop. You’re still shaking through the aftershocks, body too overwhelmed to do anything but clutch at him and moan. There’s no room left for protest. No coherent thought. Just the raw, overwhelming sensation of him filling you while you’re still coming.
He stays buried to the hilt, breathing hard against your neck, the weight of him pressing you into the floor. Every small twitch of his hips pushes another pulse of cum deeper. His hand finds the side of your face, thumb stroking almost absently over your cheek even as his body keeps shuddering through the last of it.
“Fuck… fuck, baby…” he murmurs, voice soft and ruined now that the edge has been taken off. He doesn’t move yet. Just stays deep inside you, forehead pressed to yours, like he can’t stand the thought of pulling out.
Your legs are still trembling around him. Your pussy keeps fluttering weakly around his cock, milking the last of his release, and the wet heat of it is already starting to leak out around where you’re joined. Matthew feels it and lets out a low, satisfied sound, hips giving one more lazy grind like he’s trying to push everything back in. He’s still not thinking clearly. But the way he holds you says the soft part of him is starting to come back online.
Matthew stays inside you for a long moment after the last pulse of his orgasm fades, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard. When he finally softens enough to slip free, a quiet, almost regretful sound leaves him at the sudden emptiness. He doesn’t let the mess or the intensity linger in the air between you. He gathers you up carefully. One arm slides under your knees, the other supports your back, and he lifts you like you’re something fragile instead of the woman he just fucked into the floor. The shift from raw desperation to this quiet protectiveness is so complete it makes your chest ache. He carries you down the short hall to your shared bedroom without saying much, only pressing soft kisses to your temple every few steps.
He lays you down on the bed with almost exaggerated care, before he disappears into the bathroom. You hear water running. When he returns he’s holding a warm, damp towel and a dry one. Matthew sits on the edge of the mattress and starts cleaning you with the same focused gentleness he uses for everything that matters to him. He wipes between your thighs slowly, thoroughly, murmuring quiet apologies every time you twitch from oversensitivity. He cleans himself next, then tosses the towels aside and finally climbs into bed beside you.
The second he’s settled he pulls you into his arms. Your head ends up tucked under his chin, one of his legs sliding between yours, his hand stroking slow patterns up and down your bare back. The marks he left on your neck and chest are already darkening; every so often his fingers skim over them like he’s both proud and a little guilty.
“I hope I wasn’t too rough, baby,” he says softly, voice back to that familiar quiet Canadian cadence. There’s genuine concern in it now that the haze has lifted. “I… kinda lost it there at the end.”
You sigh, content and boneless against his chest, and feel him relax the moment the sound leaves you.
“Not at all,” you answer, voice still a little rough. “I think I’m gonna need to push your buttons more often.”
Matthew lets out a low, embarrassed huff of laughter that vibrates through his chest. His arms tighten around you anyway.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head. His hand finds its way into your hair, fingers combing through the tangled strands with careful, soothing strokes. “But… I’m glad you liked it. I was worried the second I could think again.”
He keeps holding you like that long enough for your breathing to fully even out. Every few minutes he shifts just enough to check on you, tilting your chin up to look at your face, brushing his thumb under your eyes, asking in that soft voice if you need water or if anything hurts.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers against your hair, arms secure around you. “Just rest. I’ll stay right here.”
Matthew’s arms stay locked around you, one hand slowly stroking up and down the length of your spine while the other cups the back of your head, keeping you tucked safely against his chest. His mouth finds the shell of your ear.
“You’re so perfect like this,” he whispers, voice barely more than warm air against your skin. The words are slow and unhurried, each one deliberate. “All soft and sleepy in my arms… I love when you get like this after. Like you trust me completely.”
His lips brush the side of your head in a feather-light kiss before he continues, still speaking in that low, private murmur meant only for you.
“I’ve got you, baby. You’re mine.” His thumb traces small, absent circles at the nape of your neck. “You did so well for me tonight… took everything I gave you and still looked at me like that. God, I don’t deserve how sweet you are to me.”
You feel the words more than you hear them, the gentle vibration of his voice sinking into you the same way his warmth does. Your body is already heavy with exhaustion, the last of the adrenaline long gone, and every soft sentence he presses against your ear makes your eyelids heavier. Matthew notices and he adjusts the blanket higher over your shoulders, then rests his cheek against the top of your head, still whispering between quiet kisses to your hair.
Your breathing has already started to slow. The steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek becomes a rhythm your body follows without thinking. His fingers keep moving in your hair, gentle and repetitive, while his other arm stays firm around your waist, holding you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever been allowed to keep.
“Sleep, sweetheart,” he murmurs one last time, voice dropping even quieter as he feels you go boneless against him.
The last thing you register before sleep finally takes you is the soft press of his lips to your forehead and the quiet, certain weight of his arms around you.
‿̩͙‿੭ 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖞𝖘𝖆𝖚𝖈𝖊'𝖘 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 ৎ‿̩͙‿ (proshippers and fujoshis dni)
▄︻デ╦═一━ ⟢ hetalia: nsfwtwt links ♱
ৎ୭ featuring england france hungary
finland x afab!reader
bondage in some? very plain/non-kinky i think, i can't find good links for afab x amab p links !!
author's note ⦂ i don't know if people still do these? wkwkwk
let me know which links lead to deleted accounts and i'll replace them!
commentary format as i don't know how to write these. i'll do better as i get more comfortable with these wwwwww
xxx links ahead, dni if uncomfortable! forgive me for any links connected to problematic accounts, i tried avoiding them as much as possible!
finding hetero nsfw is SO hard like they're all so obviously forced or ageplay slop if anyone has keyword recs that'd help me loads!!
♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 𝒜rthur Kirkland (england)
♱ lazy morning sesh kind of seems in character for him <3
♱ he'll give you what you want if you just be good for him. just be patient for now, okay?
♱ loves being pressed against you in missionary
♱ loves when you're vocal. what's the point if he's not hearing you beg and say how good he makes you feel?
♱ making you fuck yourself on him
♱ actually, he really loves making you do the work
♱pushing his buttons until he snaps and fucks sense into you
♱ him bending you over to spank after making him jealous?
♱ using you for stress relief after meetings
♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 ℱrancis Bonnefoy (france)
♱ teasing you in the mirror while he whispers how good you're being (bonus in public)
♱ can't even wait for you to undress
♱ taking you roughly from the back
♱ watching you ride him
♱ this one
♱ pounding you while holding you up
♱ stuffing you full of his cum
♱ francis who loves worshipping your body
♱ lazy sex where he just loves watching his dick fill you up
♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 𝓔lizabeta Héderváry (hungary)
♱ talking you through your first time together
♱ sitting on her face (or vice versa)
♱ she just loves making her darling feel good :(!!
♱ teasing you under your skirt
♱ she'll fuck you dumb w her strap if you ask her to
♱ rough scissoring until u're overstimulated
♱ rubbing your clit while she praises you >>
♱ sending you videos like these whenever you're away // out
♱ or like these
♱ eating you out
♱ using a double-ended dildo with her
♱ another one
♱ using her tits to get off
♱ making you ride your dildo while she watches
♱ actually she loves watching you struggle with it
♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 𝒯ino Väinämöinen (finland)
♱ watching each other get off <3
♱ tino who can't keep his hands to himself
♱ fucking you folded so he can watch your expressions
♱ taking care of you just how you like
♱ slow sex in the mornings
♱ he's the kind to use a vibrator on you instead of fucking you himself either as punishment, or until you beg for him properly
♱ eating you out so you can squirm under his tongue
♱ tino with a dollette/coquette/femme reader >>
♱ rutting on his hard-on
♱ tino who loves seeing you tied up / restrained
♱ under the desk while he works
♱ stress relief!
♱ bouncing you on himself
♡
!? maybe it's because i'm too gay for these but why are wlw/lesbian links so much less repulsive. like all the links i tried finding for the guys were just horrendous, the voices are so fake, all the results are incest or noncon fantasies, etc. regardless of my keywords i used. </3 i wanted to do this for fun but it's a lot harder than i intended for non-afabxafab, so i think this set is starting off kinda vanilla or just plain or underwhelming. apologies!!
oh goodness . imagine being in between Italy’s leg , his pants down and you sucking his cock :3 he’s already came like three times yet you still bob your head up and down sucking the life force out of him . He grabs your head , moaning and whimpering , trying to pull you off but ends up failing miserably as the pleasure is too much !!
he soon empties his seed inside your mouth once again and that’s when you FINALLY give him a small break — and after you immediately straddle him . and oh boy that’s where the REALLLL fun starts . heh ..
