#hetalia x reader

[prussiapleasetextmeback]

Request: Prussia commenting on how Germany’s s/o has made him soft in various ways, and Germany getting a little defensive, but he can’t deny it! Plz plz plz and thank you!

hello to the person who finally noticed I had one slot open I will now fulfill this request. I act like this req I might write it the other way around of smthn

ɢᴇʀᴍᴀɴʏ ɢᴏᴇs sᴏғᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ!!

"was?!"

"I'm just saying, west, you've gotten way more lenient now! it's because of them!" gilbert wasn't wrong, ludwig used to be so strict. not that he wasn't anymore, but he was way less of a drill sargent than he was back then.

germany's whole face was red; he was putting spain's tomatoes to shame. ludwig grumbled.

"you say that but provide no proof..." lud looked away in embarrassment. he loved you, thats for sure, but was too prideful to admit silly things like this. it made him feel pathetic, hiding his love for you, but gilbert being the person to point this out made hiding it the best option.

"proof?!" gil laughed his maniacal laugh, "oh, I'll give you proof!" prussia smirked and crossed his arms, leaning on the wall next to him.

"for starters, you've been laying the training off italy and japan after (y/n) joined you three with training. just because they asked," gil let out a small 'kesese' after seeing germany's reaction.

germany had his shoulders tensed up, his cheeks puffed up from holding his breath, and his fists clenched. he was being proven wrong!! germany couldn't let this slide.

"I've just been feeling a bit sick, thats all!" ludwig gave an awkward laugh and shakey smile as he sweat dropped. "why have you been watching the training anyways?!" the younger one yelled.

"oh, no reason," gil gave a coy smile. "totallyyyy not because I NOTICED THAT YOU'VE BEEN DRINKING LESS BEER THAN USUAL! HA! WAS THAT ALSO BECAUSE YOUR LITTLE LIEBE TOLD YOU TO STOP??" gilbert's smile was huge by now. yeah there was no saving ludwig anymore rip.

"I JUST WANTED A CHANGE IN LIFESTYLE, THATS ALL..." ludwig didn't look gilbert in the eyes. he was too embarrassed and defeated at this point.

"you aren't denying it... just own up to it! you're a silly little fool in love~" gilbert skipped over to ludwig.

"go away... "

"oh, my little brother has grown so much! he finally found a sweet little liebe for himself...~" prussia put his arm around germany's shoulders and pinched germany's cheek with his other hand. ludwig growled.

"why don't you go and mature... maybe find your own liebe to go all soft over..." ludwig muttered under his breath as he closed his eyes.

"OH SO YOU OWN UP TO IT, YOU DID GO SOFT!" gil yelled in ludwig's ear. ludwig flinched. "HAHA- wait, find my own? ARE YOU SAYING I HAVE NO GAME?!"

as gilbert started to argue with ludwig, you walked through the front door. ludwig had given you a spare key when you two first started dating.

you walked into the kitchen where you heard all the commotion. ludwig froze and stared at you with his blush intensifying. gil soon caught on and followed in suit. they were both staring at you as you stared at them.

gil broke the silence.

"HE'S GONNA MARRY YOU!"

"WAS?! I NEVER SAID THAT!"

"OH YES YOU DID YOU'VE GONE SOFT FOR THEM!"

"I... OH WOULD YOU JUST STOP TALKING ALREADY?!"

gilbert and ludwig started arguing again as you stood there.

"yeah, nevermind," and you walked out just as you had come in.

I feel like this is short asf oh no

I hope y'all still like it

[dindaganu]

Gng, I'll be back on 11/12 of August(if I remember) once I done w my math spm trail. Should have done w this last Monday but I got sick that day so I need to repeat the math paper 😔✌

[gunzinside0slo]

✧ Express Yourself, Don’t Repress Yourself

... ᴏᴜᴛʟɪɴᴇ: NSFW, Norway x afab!reader.

... ᴄʜᴀʀs: Lukas Bondevik (Norway).

... ᴡ/ᴄ: NSFW; dumbfication, really messy sexual actions, heavy description of sexual actions.

... ɴᴏᴛᴇs: I decided to try something new with the layout. I really love Norway so I decided to test this out with him and i personally think he’d love it because that’s my man right there. This was a lot more exploratory than i thought it would be but it’s Norway so we ok. Sorry if it’s OoC, I try my hardest to make sure it’s in character. Also I plan on writing fluff and angst for the next few days so nsfw asks will be put on hold. (Yes the title is from the song human nature.)

“Don’t tell me you’re tapping out now?”

You wanted to—you really wanted to; each contact of your cunt met with his waist sent pain and arousal rushing to your core. By this time, your straddling had slowed down heavily and the brazen claims you had made to Norway were finally crumbling down to a pathetic excuse to have sex with him.

You were doing so good with pacing and control as you sat on top of him, but Norway—having been through so much rigor throughout his entire span of his history—outnumbered you by forcing you to go faster, lowering your stamina without even realize it. Now, he saw your feeble, rude attitude set to something docile and passive. Everything felt like it was spinning and as your eyes trail from your legs covering his waist, to his chest then all the way up to his face.

His face, the expression on his face was blank. His cheeks were filled with redness but, he looked so unamused, not entertained by your suffering. He was breathing heavy and a whine or two was on the verge of eruption but there was nothing in those eyes as he stared at you, nothing that you could identify at least.

“I’m not—I’m…” you tried to respond in hopes of an emotion sparking something new, but all he did was tilt his head to the side.

Was he seriously this uninterested?

Your ego and confidence, it’s never deflated like this before. The man you loved so much, couldn’t care less about sharing such an intimate moment with you and even as he pulsed inside, veins aching softly as your slick muffled any sensation as you sat idly, he didn’t seem impressed.

“Do you want us to…” Your voice cracked. As much as you didn’t want to admit it—you wanted to cry, shed tears, for maybe if you did, then he’d finally show some arousal.

“Do you want to?” His voice came out blank.

“No! I can—“ you huffed out. “I can do this.”

Norway’s brows furrowed as you persisted. Your arms wrapped around his neck, you leaned into him trying to get some leverage before you continue. In response, his hands moved from your hips to your back.

Even though you couldn’t see it, you felt his eyes peering on your head as you buried it into his neck.

“Your sense of entitlement was just a way to get me to be sensual, ja?” His grip tightened on your back and soon you felt his waist buck upwards slowly. A whine exited from your throat as he began to glide upward into you, the soaking of your slick spilling onto his lap as his cock disappeared then reappeared from your heat.

You opened your mouth to say something to him, only to be silenced once more by the sudden snapping pace he exerted—slapping against your cunt and echoing around the room. His groaned were drowned out by your mind but still, you heard them regardless and just like always: they were one of the alluring things about him, his voice. It was soothing to hear when he talked normally like earlier, but so attractive to hear when he was under sexual tension like this.

Your arms embraced him more firmly, your own throat cracking with each snap and plunge. His nut, seeping out and merging with your slick from previous rounds that same session—it only made things messier for both of your lower regions, crawling down your upper leg and slightly splattering onto his own. This was what you wanted from him—it would’ve been a lot more easier if you had just told Norway about how you wanted sex with him to go.

“You like that, don’t you?” he breathed out. “See how easy it is to—to just tell me what you want?”

A shaky exhale escaped your lips, all your previous bravado entirely gone and the moment was taken from control by Norway. His hands slid down to grasp the underside of your thighs, adjusting your angle to take him deeper. He held you completely still—you could feel him pulsing heavily inside your core like before, making you ache for the movement to return.

"Next time, just ask," he muttered. Though his expression still remained entirely blank, his chest was heaving violently against yours.

“Don’t just stop, I want—“ you slurred words mummered from your lips, your mind clearly at a daze and unfocused. Only focusing on the sweet sensation of him.

The sentence that was about to exit your mouth was cut off again as Norway moved his hands from your hips to your head, pushing it off his shoulders so you could meet his eyes again.

As you open your own, your vision was blurry from the tearing up due to the abrupt change in pace and pure arousal from him finally moving. You could read his face now, that once bored and jaded expression was now that of satisfaction and smugness. You wanted to punch him, you wanted to hurt him, but with him having you all weak and docile like this—on the verge of tears, saliva seeping out the corner of your mouth and your pitiful, flushed heavy breathing—you’d look way too stupid if you fought Norway.

Before you could recover and blink the tears away, his fingers tangled firmly in your hair, tilting your head towards him as he pulled your lips against his. His tongue slid past your parted lips immediately, merging saliva with your own for the first time since the session began. You tasted hints of sweetness and peppermint merging with your own blank tastes.

The slow and messy gliding of your lower halves was mirrored by the heavy pooling of saliva between your lips, with spit sliding down the corners of both of your mouthes—he finally pulled back just an inch to look at you. His breath hitched against your wet lips, while his own curled into a faint smile.

“That’s it—look at you. So quiet now, so gorgeous.” he murmured, running gentle circles into your back. His back slouched slightly on the bed board, the posture of his body resulting him to look up at you. “Nå, fortell meg det ordentlig.”

“What do you really want from me?”

★ Do not steal, repost, or adjust my works in anyway, shape or form.

CREDS: dividers — @cafekitsune. ART — @dai_2_peppar on Twitter

[gunzinside0slo]

Could you possibly do more Switzerland x fem reader? I really loved your other fic!! Also could it be nsfw 🙏🙏 i cant find much for him and he’s my favorite !!!

✧ Switzerland Every Night

... ᴏᴜᴛʟɪɴᴇ: NSFW, Switzerland x feminine!afab!reader.

... ᴄʜᴀʀs: Basch Zwingli (Switzerland).

... ᴡ/ᴄ: NSFW; cunnilingus, squirting, lingerie, descriptive language of sexual actions.

... ɴᴏᴛᴇs: I loved making this of Switzerland and while it was hard to figure out what he’d do and how he’d act cracking someone, we figured it out!! If it seems a little OOC (out of character) then my apologies once again.

PART 1 (SFW) HERE

• Switzerland isn’t particularly the type to outwardly show his arousal to you so casually. With all his busy business regarding his land or negotiations with other nations, as well as taking care of Liechtenstein, sometimes he doesn’t even have the time to think about any personal interaction with you. It is true that he gives a few kisses here and there, does a few things for you like massages or taking care of chores for the day when you aren’t feeling like it, but actual love making is nearly out of the books for him.

• However, just because it’s nearly, doesn’t mean that it never happens; all you have to do is just initiate it first and he’ll go along with whatever you have planned for you both—as long as he isn’t doing anything that needs tending to. Typically to do this, a simple request to make time for you can be done—he usually answers to this with a request that it be done during later in the night.

———

• Switzerland loves when you wear lingerie, specifically ones that are cute—like white or baby colors—or anything of that nature, as long as it’s not too modern but instead traditional. He finds it attractive that you choose to dress up just for him, and only for him. You notice his fingers and hands feeling the fabric of your lingerie first before reaching the smoothness of your skin—almost trying to delay himself from getting to the best part. Switzerland can’t contain the redness in his face all as he does this, backing himself away each time he gets close to your breasts covered by the delicate texture or clothed folds.

“You didn’t need to do all this…” Switzerland’s hand gently slides off your skin and tucks into his military jacket as he crosses his arms. You can notice his face heating up the more he stares at you, prompting him to quickly look away; grumbling in what seems to be irritation. Yet even as he appears to be in denial for allowing himself to indulge in such sweetness beneath your lingerie—the wrapper, the candy lays under it all waiting to be licked, eaten, and cared for. He’s never been known to decline good candy, chocolate or lighter sweets, they all end up on his tongue.

As his arms unfold, his body leans back down and his face closes in near your face. “There’s no point in putting all of your efforts to waste.” He sighs, taking a glove off and gently laying it on your chest, kneading your assets as he presses his lips against yours; letting out a breathy groan. As always, he will never admit this—he is so very hungry and ‘wrappers’ won’t stop him from tasting the sugary sex you have for him.

• Switzerland’s pace tends to be languid and smooth when you both just prefer to have a nice night of sex. His hands tend to wander between your waist, face, or hair during these moments as he mutters into your neck, additionally muffling any noises he makes as you close yourself around his cock, the warmth of your slick only making the feeling even more difficult to ignore for him. However, during days when he’s stressed or irritated—with your permission—he pounds himself in your core, sloppily exchanging saliva with you as he vents his frustration into your heat. He tends to be a little more open on the noises he makes during this moments since he isn’t nose deep into your shoulder.

• Speaking of, don’t expect him to let your volume only increase as you both reach near an orgasm. As mentioned before, his sister—Liechtenstein—room isn’t far from his and with enough noise made from the two of you, she could wake up and hear all that is happening nearby. It would shatter Switzerland if his little sister had to bear witness and earwitness to her big brother in bed with you after a rough day; he’d likely never forgive both you or himself and it’d be a very awkward breakfast the next morning. So as delectable as you may sound, please listen to Switzerland when he says to be quiet. If you’re good enough, he’d be extra sweet with small licks against your skin, sucking on the pearls on your chest, as well as using his very skilled hands—the same ones that handle his rifles and guns so nicely—on your cunt and your perked nubs.

• If staying quiet is still a problem, he would be open to other options like gags or burying your face into the sheets in pronebone or doggy just so you could be muffled. He enjoys both options since having a sense of yours restrained can be very arousing to him; the difference in reactions and expressions you give is fascinating. Both positions also give him a good view of your butt and back, always loving the jiggle when his hips meet your precious skin in any pace.

• When giving Switzerland head, he’s much more louder than he admits—if Liechtenstein is out the house or busy far away from his bedroom, then his noises are divine. As your tongue wraps around his cutesy pink tip and down his veins—engulfing all that your throat can, his hand awkwardly moves from your face to your hair then back to your face since he doesn’t exactly know where to put his hands as he loses himself to the feeling. If saliva is tripping down his cock and your chin—he resists the urge to come right there, he can’t help but find it so hot that you’re trying so desperately to do this all for him. He hates that he feels this way, but it feels all too good—and you’re doing all too of a good job for him to deny you the taste of him on your tongue.

• Same goes for giving head to you—he’s an eater. He’s much more demanding and maybe even aggressive as he digs his tongue into your heat, licking all that you have as if it was cake. His hands grip your legs and push them down onto the soft sheets as your slick covers his entire mouth, working hard to get you to the edge. Honestly, it’s pathetic on how much his cock throbs, pumping out pre-cum as he remains an earwitness to your whines—as much as he wants to admit that its music to his ears, he can’t. After all, he’s doing so much by allowing you to be in his arms as his tongue mixes his saliva, and your slick combine into one.

• Bonus points if you squirt. As messy as it is, he loves seeing you unravel as his cock or his lips, tongue and fingers do the heavy work of getting you off, and each time they get soaked in both your spend and squirt. You notice his waist moving rougher each time you do, seemingly wanting more. As you ask him, he always denies it immediately—but you could already tell from the heavy breathing, blonde hair sticking to his forehead, gripping of your waist or chest, and foreign curses under his breath that he really does want more, he’s practically begging for it desperately.

• As for aftercare, Switzerland tries to tend to any bruising you have since he can get very carried away when lost in you. He loves you nearly as much as he loves Liechtenstein and any harm done to you evokes something negative in him. He routinely tends to quietly run you and him a bath, many times filled with bath soaks to soothe any acts you both have. This is one of the moments you also get to fully see the scars without your vision blurred from actions done to you by him. If libido still is at a high, running another one is possible, but almost all the times you ask: Switzerland declines since it’s a bathroom and voices or sounds can echo, potentially a risk for waking up his sister. Regardless, you both huddle in the water, wet skin against another as you both talk about plans the next day or anything not that important in particular.

Switzerland isn’t one to show love or kindness outwardly like this—not to anyone. But if it’s you resting in his arms, he’d be happy to show all that you want; no guns, no yelling.

★ Do not steal, repost, or adjust my works in anyway, shape or form.

ALL CREDS FOR THE DIVIDERS TO: @pixopix & @cafekitsune

[neapolitanadonna]

BELL WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? LOCA?!?!?!?!!! I’ve left the fandom BUT I NEVER UNFOLLOWED YOU!!!! I had my doubts thinking you were done too and I shit you not I came by here just to visit memory lane and, boom! Here you are, what the loving fuck. Hi, welcome back. How’s life? Did you enjoy school? Jesus, I don’t know where to start….

THIS ASK JUST MADE ME SQUEALLLLL!!!!!! This has been a Hetalia summer for the girls, honestly.

I've been good! Since I've last posted, I've graduated from university, got my masters degree (I know thats right), and moved to a brand new city all on my own <3 I now work a Serious Big Girl Job that gives me the summers off, so I've been very much in a place of my creature comforts.

Thank you for thinking of my work when you wanted to indulge in Hetalia!!!! I'm going to start posting sporadically, so send me requests ;)

[neapolitanadonna]

First time I’ve logged into this account in SIX YEARS.

I always find myself returning to a place of Hetalia when shit hits the fan. This post is kind of like a Hetalia signal. IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE STILL??? BIG MOMMA MIGHT START POSTING AGAIN!!!!

[hetalia-gt-scenarios]

How would Turkiye be like around a tiny reader who became extremely sedentary after moving into his house? One who hides at the very bottom of his drawers as they can't be bothered to take care of their own needs?

✨Thank you for the ask! Turkey is a new one and I was excited to try and write for him! I really hope you like it!

Sadik is kind of baffled by your behavior. He knows that borrowers are skittish creatures, always moving, always doing something whether it be looking for food or getting supplies or just exploring in general. To see one so… lifeless would be a little unsettling to him. At first, finding you laying in drawers and under cabinets would startle him, causing him to curse and grow annoyed, thinking that you were doing that to annoy him or piss him off. Once Sadik starts to realize that this is not a one off, that you’re not laughing or playing off the scare as a joke, then he’ll start to get concerned.

Sadik will finally have enough one day and try to figure out what exactly was going on. He won’t jump or curse when he finds you in one of his kitchen drawers, instead he’ll huff and poke you; not hard, but enough to get your attention.

“Alright fare, what is your issue?”

He’ll drag you out of your spot and force you to confront your sedentary lifestyle. Depending on the answer Sadik’s response will vary. If it has something to do with an illness or a physical/mental reason as to why you can’t do more to take care of yourself he will be sympathetic. He maybe won’t show it much on the outside, but he will soften. After he has understood the issue he will slowly start to help out. If he sees you tucked away somewhere he’ll pull you out, and he’ll start to get the ball rolling, as it were. He’ll feed you, bathe you, make sure all of your needs are met and that you’re comfortable, all while huffing and joking about what a pain you’re being, After some time doing this he’ll force you to move around and so things independently; sticking close to make sure you don’t over exert yourself. He wants you to build confidence about your abilities and wants you to get a least a little bit active if you can manage it, he figures its good for your mental and physical health.

As you improve Sadik will start to feel an overwhelming sense of pride, getting a small ego boost in the process, happy to see the impressive changes you were able to make. He will still keep a close eye on you, really just wanting to make sure that you don’t fall back into bad habits.

[mimimyluv]

does anyone still remember those mafia au hetalia reader inserts, or is it just me? maybe i should write down my own thoughts on them