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[that-one-fandom-friend]

Multitasking (18+) Alfred F. Jones

(This is NOT my GIF. The writing is mine though. Smut warning)

Alfred sat beside you on the couch as you worked. He was looking like a kicked puppy due to not getting attention like he so desired. He huffed crossing his arms again. Rolling your eyes at his antics you tried to focus.

Alfred's blue eyes widened at your eye roll, his lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated pout. He shifted closer to you on the couch.

"I'm bored! You've been staring at that screen forever." He slumped dramatically against the armrest.

The afternoon sun filtered through the window, casting a warm glow across the living room where Alfred fidgeted.

"Well Alfred some of us actually do our work" You said glancing at him "You should be preparing your speech for the next world meeting anyway"

He groaned theatrically, running a hand through his blonde hair.

"I already know it! I practiced it this morning. Come on, just five minutes?" He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

His fingers drummed against the couch cushion impatiently, clearly not interested in preparing anything else today.

"No" You smile before turning back to your computer. This made him gasp dramatically. Alfred then flopped sideways onto your lap with all his weight.

"You're so mean to me! I'm literally dying of boredom here!" He whined, peering up at you with big puppy dog eyes. His head rested heavily on your thigh, his American accent thickening as he played up his distress.

"Go outside, read a book" You began to list things he could do as you focused on typing an email on your computer.

He crossed his arms defiantly, still sprawled across you.

"Outside is boring without you! And I already finished all the comics." He poked your screen making you swat at his hand. "And those books are soooo long."

His blue eyes sparkled mischievously as he added: "Plus, you're way more interesting than any book."

"Alfred I need to get this done" You sigh rubbing your head as you looked at him. He huffed and crossed his arms when you turned away. He began humming the national anthem off-key, very loudly, right next to your ear. Feeling your eye twitch, you place your hand on his face and shove him slightly away.

"You want my attention? Fine" You say smirking closing your computer.

His grin widened at your smirk, sensing the challenge. He finally pulled your hand away from his face.

"Yes ma'am! That's all I've wanted!" He bounced eagerly, unaware of the dark undertone in your voice.

He sat up straighter, ready for whatever you had planned. He yelped when you grabbed his bomber jacket and yanked him to stand.

"Be a good boy and sit" You demanded as you gently shoved him onto the bed setting your computer beside him.

He bounced onto the bed with an 'oof', looking up at you with a mix of surprise and intrigue.

"I can be good" He said uncertainly, but there was a playful glint in his eyes as he settled into a sitting position.

He tilted his head curiously, watch as you scrambled through the closet. His eyes widen seeing rope in your hands. He let out a small sound, not having to protest as you gently pushed him to lie on the bed.

"Jacket and shirt off now"

His cheeks reddened further, but he sat up briefly to comply, unbuttoning his jacket and tugging off his t-shirt. The cool air hit his skin as he lay back down, now in just his jeans and dog tags. He watched you with slightly parted lips, chest rising and falling faster than before.

"Hands"

He hesitates for a moment, then slowly extends his wrists toward you, pulse visible at his throat. His fingers twitched slightly as he waited, trying to maintain his confident facade despite the vulnerable position. Taking his hands gently in your own, you tie his wrists together and glance at him

"Color?"

"Green" He says, his blue eyes searching yours. His eyes hold trust and desire. His breath hitches as you settle on top of him, his bound hands instinctively trying to reach for your waist.

He looks up at you with slightly dilated pupils, a mix of submission and mischief still lingering. The rope creaks softly as he shifts underneath you, clearly torn between staying still and testing your patience further.

"Since you wanted my attention" You smirk tracing your fingers lightly up his sides admiring his smooth skin. His muscles twitch at your touch, a small gasp escaping him. His abs tense and relax under your fingers. He bites his lower lip, trying to hold back sounds, but failing as your nails graze particularly sensitive spots. The rope holds firm as he unconsciously arches slightly into your touch.

A strangled noise escapes his throat as you began to grind against him. The computer teeters dangerously on his stomach as you open it.

"This is… quite the multitasking method…" He manages to say, though his breathing has quickened again.

"Shush now" You smirk as you grind against him feeling his cock harden beneath you.

After a moment you get off him. You cut off his whine with a quick yank of his pants. You toss the blue jeans to the side before you lean forward and free his cock from his boxers. You climb back onto his lap, stabilizing the computer once more. Shifting to the side slightly you pull your panties to the side and sink down onto his cock.

He gasps and whimpers in pleasure under you. His hands tugging at the rope but he doesn't dare to break free knowing you're in charge this time. Bouncing and slightly bending forward you began to ride him as you type out your last email.

Each bounce makes the keyboard clack, his cock throbbing inside you. His abs tremble with restraint. He bites his lip hard, a small whimper escaping as he watches you type so casually while using him. His head falls back against the bed, a low groan rumbling from his chest.

"Ah~… please… I can't-" He starts, then cuts off as the computer bounces with your movement. Smirking while holding back your moans you glance at him over the screen

"I think you can wait till this email is done." You click your tongue "Since you wanted to distract me so much"

He whines desperately, his hips bucking up slightly. The rope creaks as he tugs at it.

"How long? You're killing me here…" His voice is rough with need, watching your fingers fly over the keyboard. He lets out a frustrated growl, bucking up desperately against your slow pace.

"Baby, please… I'll do anything you want after this. Just finish it quick." His eyes are pleading now.

"Say please"

He swallows his pride instantly.

"Please! Please let me move. Let me make you feel good. I need to touch you." His voice is desperate and raw.

You smile and send the email. closing the computer tossing it to the side before you places your hands on each side of his chest before snapping your hips down and riding him with new passion and pace. You lean down to kiss him as he whimpers and moans under you.

He shudders at your kisses, his movements becoming slightly erratic. He kisses back hungrily, moaning into your mouth. His cock pulses as he gets closer.

"I'm close… so close baby… can I cum?" He pants against your lips, his pace becoming frantic.

"Since you asked so nicely" You say unable to deny him this. His whole body tenses at your permission, his hips stuttering as his release builds.

"Thank you, thank you- !" He cries out as he finally lets go, filling you with his hot cum. You continue to ride him through his orgasm before you smirk.

"Now lets see how much more attention you can handle~" You say making his eyes light up.

(it is like, 10pm here and I wrote this because why not. Submissive America is just perfection and there needs to be more. If you like it and want more feel free to send a request!)

[hetawrite]

Eh, kinda short? Not really, but I finally finished that 3 part ask I had ages ago. I’m terrible. Thank you for the ask!

1P!Russia: Ivan Braginski

“Use this.” You nudge a pen to Russia. He pauses, his dry pen uselessly clutched in his hand. His eyes flicker around, trying to see if anyone else was witnessing this. Not many people at the office spoke with him, but you had always been kind. Helped people with work, always there to carry things. You even rushed to his help when he dropped stuff all over the floor. He mutters a thanks, picking it up. It glides smoothly, as expected of something owned by you; nothing like the old cheap pen he was using. You smile at him, tucking a strang of hair behind you ear.

“No problem. You can keep it if yo--”

“Anything you would like to share with the rest of us, s/o?” Ludwig, the team leader, crosses his arms over his chest, a stern expression across his face. You laugh nervously.

“Ah, no. I’m good, thanks.” You duck your head down as Ludwig stares for a moment longer just to nail in the point of his disapproval. You then glance at Ivan, checking to see if you still had his attention, and giggle softly to see you still did. Ivans shoulders untense as you both share a sheepish expression. The break comes up soon after a intense hour, and you have about 15 minutes to grab a snack, a drink, and to relieve yourself in the bathroom. You do the last one first, rushing off before popping into the breakroom. Ivans sat at one the round tables by the vendors as everyone else loiters around, leaning on counters, standing by the door and hovering near the coffee pot. You give your deskmates a smile and a wave before heading to the vendor, right towards Ivan. You see him glance at you so you start a conversation.

“Ludwig is full on today.” You laugh, showing no ill will toward a coworker but gosh, it was a tsunami of information in there.

“Ah, yes it was.” He smiles pleasantly at you, his expression showing his surprise. You type in a code into the vendor, tweeking your lip up. Ivan turns slightly in his chair to see what you’re getting. A granola. Healthy. He looks to his snack he brought in himself. He sees you moving from the edge of his vision and goes to see what you’re doing. He didn’t expect to get a frontal of ass. You had bent over to pull it out the machine, brushing hair behind your ear. Your blouse untucks at the back, and he gets a peak at the red thong you’re wearing. Ivan instantly faces the front, spluttering. He didn’t expect that. What a thing to wear at work. So... kinky. He looks at his food before peaking back, but you had stood back up straight and head to the coffee pot on the side. Ivan grabs his water bottle with maybe a bit too much pressure and takes big gulp before rising. You had found your self in a conversation as the pot boils. He packs up his stuff, not feeling very hungry anymore. He pops it in the fridge, right beside you.

“—so will you join?” Your coworker, a bubbly Italian that had transferred maybe half a year ago, asks. You hum in thought, dishing out your phone.

“What time?” You ask, eyes flicking between him and your calendar app. Ivan could see today empty, as well as the rest of the week. Ah, maybe you were trying to get out of it. The Italian says at 7, and you look over your shoulder to Ivan with a bright smile. “You going?”

“Going out to eat?”Ivan asks, and the Italian nods.

“Yes, to the Red House.” The Italian seems rigid, forcing a smile. Why is he suddenly so nervous?

“Yes, I would like to join you all!” He grins, then sees you make a pleasant hum. “The Red Th—“ He jolts up straight, smile dropping as he feels heat at his ears. “Red House!” He corrects himself. Both you and the Italian share a quizzical look before continuing on with your conversation, you pulling out a thermos from the cupboard.

“I’ll see you both at 7 then.” You smile.

[hetaliaxu]

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[that-one-fandom-friend]

Motivation (Alfred F. Jones x reader 18+)

(NOT MY GIF, credit to owner. This is my writing though. Anddd in honor of the recent poll, here is the winning works. Enjoy and follow for more)

Sitting tiredly at his desk, Alfred sighs rubbing his eyes once more. He has been sitting here now for hours trying to finish these documents sent for the upcoming world meeting. He looks up upon seeing you open the door. His gaze softens seeing you wearing his favorite nightgown that you own. It is baby blue with lace around the top showing the top of your breasts underneath the silk.

"Still working love?" You ask as you walk over to his desk. He looks up at you with a weary smile, adjusting his glasses. His eyes linger on your appearance for a moment before returning to the documents.

"Yeah, still working… These stupid reports won't finish themselves."

You let out a short hum and cross your arms. You approach glancing over his shoulder at his desk.

"Alfred you barely even got any done."

He groans and leans back in his chair, letting his head fall back dramatically.

"I know, I know. I've been at it for hours. These dumb meetings tomorrow are killing me."

Looking down at him, you reach out gently tracing his cheek with your fingers. Shaking your head as you look into his blue eyes.

"And here you said you would have it done by now." You say tracing your fingers along his jawline before letting your hand fall "you were playing video games on your phone again weren't you?"

His face flushes slightly at your touch, and he catches your hand before it falls completely. He tries to look guilty but fails.

"Maybe… Just a few rounds. I swear I was working too!" He protests weakly, knowing he's been caught red-handed. Shaking your head , you gently pull his chair from the desk.

"You made me lay upstairs all alone waiting thinking you were working."

He lets you pull the chair, looking up at you with a mix of guilt and desire. His eyes darken slightly at you gaze.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I got distracted by a new game… You look beautiful though, in that nightgown."

"I think you need some motivation then" You say smirking to yourself. His raises an eyebrow at your smirk. He spins the chair to face you fully, abandoning his work completely now.

"Motivation, huh? What kind of motivation are we talking about here?"

Smirking while you grab his chin lightly knowing he melts under your control "Take off your belt"

His breath hitches at your smirk, and he swallows hard. His fingers move to his belt buckle automatically.

"Yes ma'am… Right here in the office?" He asks, voice huskier than before.

"Right here. Pants and boxers to your ankles too" You smirk while watching him. He obeys, unbuckling and sliding both items down, exposing himself at your command. His hands grip the armrests of the chair.You move to sit on his lap purposely leaving space between your slick core and his cock

"Now you will finish these papers. I will be making sure you finish one way or another" He groans at the teasing position, his cock twitching against nothing. He looks at the papers with determination and frustration.

"You're evil, you know that? Fine… I'll try to focus." He picks up a pen, though his mind is clearly split.

"Oh yes but that is why you love me" you smirk while kissing along his jaw and neck while your hands trace up his thighs. He shivers at your kisses, his thigh muscles tensing under your touch. He attempts to concentrate on the paperwork, but your lips are making it difficult.

"Mmm… I do love you. Even if you're torturing me right now." He mutters, pen scratching against paper.

"You should've done the work instead of the games" shaking your head in fake disappointment, you trace your hands up squeezing his inner thighs right below where he wants.

His hips buck slightly at the inner thigh squeeze, a small whine escaping him.

"I know, I know… I'll do better. Just… please don't stop touching me there." He admits his weakness, eyes darting between your hands and the documents.

"Focus" you say with a smirk while you quickly moves your hands to begin to stroke his cock. His body trembles with need, his writing becoming shaky as he tries to maintain composure. He bites his lip, torn between pleasure and productivity.

"You're killing me here, sweetheart… I need more than this slow pace." He tries to plead as you shake your head reminding him who is in charge. You smirk and gently grab the arms of the chair pushing yourself up before lowering onto his cock. You can't help but moan softly feeling his cock enter your slick folds.

His eyes roll back and he lets out a deep groan, the pen dropping from his hand. His hands fly to grip your hips instinctively.

"Fuck....you're so wet… I can't… focus on papers anymore." He admits defeatedly, already losing his battle against pleasure.

"You better focus Alfred" You say now fully lowered on his cock now "If you do, I might let you cum"

He nods, forcing himself to look at the paper again. His cock throbs inside you, but he picks up the pen with shaking hands. through gritted teeth he tries to concentrate on the words in front of him while feeling your stretch around his cock. You shift your hips forward making his breath hitches at the roll, his writing faltering again. A bead of sweat forms on his forehead as he struggles to keep going.

"Baby… don't move yet… I need to… get this done first." He pleads, though his grip on your hips tightens possessively. Grabbing his hands, you make him focus on the papers before him on the desk.

He lets out a frustrated growl but obeys, his hands moving mechanically. His cock twitches inside you with each movement he makes.

"You're cruel… so cruel to me." He mutters, but continues signing documents with forced precision, occasionally glancing at you with desperate eyes. When you begin to bounce on his cock, he chokes on a moan, papers rustling as his body jerks upward at the bounce. The signature becomes illegible.

As the sound of skin on skin fills the office, his whines turn into desperate whimpers, his thighs tensing as he tries to maintain control. The final document is nearly completed, but his signature is becoming increasingly shaky and uneven.

"Almost… done… you're making it impossible…" He gasps, his hips betraying him as they start to thrust up slightly.

"Then finish my love" You say while leaning forward to kiss and leave hickeys along his neck. You smirk hearing his frantic writing. With a final, shaky signature, he slams the pen down and grips your hips hard, unable to take it anymore.

"Done! I'm done! Please… please let me cum now!" He cries out, his restraint completely gone as he looks up at you with pleading blue eyes. Seeing your nod, he grabs your hips snapping up to thrust into you. The sound of both your moans fills the office as he thrusts into you letting out desperate whines and whimpers of your name. He lasts only a few thrusts before his head falls back as he cums inside of you.

His eyes close as he pants and whimpers under you. His hair now sticking to his forehead. He opens one eye to peek at you with a smile.

"You're the best motivation"

[that-one-fandom-friend]

Could... Could we get a gentle!dom Arthur please? (Okay really I'm just sad that England smut lost the vote heheh)

Still enjoying the headcanons and Alfred smut, though! XD

Yes. :) In this one I was a little unsure if you wanted headcanons or a whole story. I can do a full story later on if you wish. Also sorry it is not a lot, I am recovering from a respiratory infection. Enjoy!

Arthur Kirkland - England - Soft Dom

NSFW

"Patience love, you'll have it soon"

This man loves to tease you and get you all whiney and squirming. He has always loved having the upper hand in things from war, to being first in line at his favorite cafe, or having you a needy mess for him.

Despite how snappy he can be with other countries, when it comes to you, he is the calmest man there is. He speaks in a slow soft tone while slowly unbuttoning your blouse.

Your pleasure comes first in his mind. Seeing your eyes roll back as he fills you up just right is his favorite sight. He will constantly ask throughout to make sure hes not overwhelming you

He loves when you get feisty and bratty. He always smirks and looks at you knowing you just want his attention. He's Britian after all, he knows how to handle things like you. You'll find yourself on his lap tied up while his fingers work you out of your mood. "Not so snappy now love?"

SFW

"I'm here, sweetheart"

If you are having a bad day and just want to be taken care of as well this man lives for it!

He will get you a bath going, your favorite show on, anything you wish.

If you just want to be held, he also will. He will insist on wrapping a blanket around you (unless in summer), lay on the couch with you on top of him. He will tell you stories of his past to help keep your mind off things. Or he will let you rant or ramble on to him until you feel better.

Just don't be surprised the next day when your alarm never went off and somehow all your work was done for you. (He will smirk and insist he has no idea. Just kiss him and he gives you lovesick puppy eyes)

[that-one-fandom-friend]

Hey there! I absolutely love your writing and was wondering if I could get some headcanons of hetalia America and what he would look for in a potential s/o, please? Thank you for your time! Stay awesome!

Howdy howdy, I shall deliver. It is not a lot because half way through my brain turned off.

First thing is someone who doesn't automatically write him off as dumb. In canon usually all of them overlook him due to his laughs and everything but let me tell you, this man is SMART. Let him show his wits and praise him (he has a praise kink 100% but thats for another time)

He would 100% look for someone who is always ready for something crazy. His mind is usually always turned on at 100. He wants someone who is down for 2am McDonald trips or deciding to fly across the country just to get a ice cream thing he saw online.

Going off that last one, he also wants someone who can bounce between conversations. One second its laughs then he's opening up about ww2 or something. He needs someone who can keep up with his busy mind

He would look for good qualities too. He doesn't want someone who lies or starts drama. He wants someone who can be blunt with him at times and also compassion when things are hard.

Shared hobbies are something he would like. He wants at least one hobby you both can do together. And he wants to be at least in the same room even if you do different things.

Let him show off his strength to you. Call him your hero and he is whipped for you. Watch the cowboy movies with him.