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(Ask game) Nedport + "why did you leave without telling me anything?"
Thank you 🥰
Send me a ship and a sentence, I’ll write the next five
"Why did you leave without telling me anything?"
Afonso scoffed with a flick of his head. "You're not my keeper."
Jan opened his mouth to counter, but nothing came out. Because there was nothing to argue. After all, when they started this...relationship, they had both made it clear in big bold letters that this was a no strings attached deal.
Best ships with Portugal?
Mine is PortEng!
I agree, PortEng is also my fav. They're historical, but in a soft way with the longest running alliance.
And like, I know this should focus on Port, but my fav thing about this ship is that there is so much trust. And it gives me so many warm fuzzies for Arthur to have someone he can be honest with and trust his true self with, someone to be vulnerable with. Just they're so comfortable together, Arthur is so much more open with affection. Historically they only had like one disagreement. Just agghhhh. It's so good.
Alternatively, I like NedPort a bit. But--and maybe this is because I've only written them fucking--I like them more as fuck buddies then a fully romantic relationship.
It’ll be Quick Ch. 2
Author’s note: I was ask to do a continuation of a fic I wrote back in 2021. So here it is. You can find the first part here.
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: NedPort/PortNed
Word Count: 804
Read on AO3
Tim tried to suppress a groan as Afonso nipped and licked at his neck. Just as Tim knew exactly how to make Afonso feel good, Afonso also knew how to make him feel good. Perhaps even more so. Even back when they were just fuck buddies, Afonso’s romantic suaveness seeped in every now and then. During their gentle sessions, an affectionate hand carded through his hair, a gentle peck before he took off into the night.
“I’ve missed you,” Afonso mumbled into Tim’s collarbone. “So, so much” He sucked on the skin, and Tim gasped.
“We’ve spent all day together,” Tim tsked.
“Yeah, but that’s not the same. I can’t hold you or kiss you.” He kissed Tim’s lips, slow and sensual, hands creeping under Tim’s clothes and caressing the hidden skin. “We need to get you out of those.”
Afonso fiddled with Tim’s buttons, stripping him down until he was completely bare. Tim shivered.
Afonso chuckled lowly as he slipped out of his own boxers. “I would like to take my time with you, but I’m feeling impatient.”
Afonso grounded down on Tim hard, bringing attention to the Dutchman’s hard-on. Tim gasped sharply.
“I’m going to make sure you still feel me tomorrow while you’re sitting in those office chairs,” Afonso smirked as he inserted his first lubed finger. “Unable to find a comfortable position, squirming all because of me. And I’ll get to watch it all.”
Tim’s cheeks hurt with how red they were getting. Or perhaps that was how he was clenching his teeth, trying to hold back any sound and Afonso worked him open. One. Two. Three fingers scraped along his insides.
Just as he thought he was about to burst, Afonso pulled away. Tim scoffed, throwing his head against the pillows.
“Awww. Don’t get huffy now querida. Wouldn’t want to punish you now.”
Afonso’s versions of punishments were far from punishing, but they were agonizingly slow. Lips drawn thin, Tim looked to the side and braced for what came next. Afonso thrusted in rather roughly. Tim let out a strangled cry, gripping the sheets.
Afonso captured Tim’s lips in a tender kiss, easing himself in a little more slowly. His thumb drew circles into Tim’s hip. Time tried to release his muscles despite the intrusion. This was exactly why he rarely bottomed. Just hold on a little longer. I will feel good in a moment.
“I’m sorry, meu amor,” Afonso whispered, kissing along his cheek lovingly. His lips caressed Tim’s jaw and then his neck, then his collarbone. He sucked hard at the skin, marking him once more between two hickies already fading from their last session. It made Tim’s skin tingle and soon, he had forgotten all about his discomfort.
Afonso gave an experimental thrust, slow, shallow. Then he froze.
“Keep going…” Tim breathed out, gripping Afonso’s shoulders.
That was all Afonso needed to let loose. He didn’t waste much time speeding up to a pounding pace. Tim writhed beneath, focusing on the way Afonso brushed against his sweet spot, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. A few little ‘ahs’ escaped him.
Afonso gasped and groaned, nails digging into Tim’s skin. “God…You feel so good.”
“Just keep going,” Tim grunted. He hated when Afonso tried to sweet talk him. Or talk at all during sex.
Luckily, Afonso got the hint. He took it even a step further, aiming right for the prostate with deeper thrusts.
“Fuck!” Tim growled, grip on Afonso tightening. Looked like Tim wasn’t going to be the only one marked up. Good.
Just when Tim thought he was starting to get the upper hand, Afonso pushed in hard and deep right up against that wonderful bundle of nerves that made Tim melt. Everything went white. Static filled his ears. He should have been scared, but instead, he felt warm and compliant.
“Minha querida?” Afonso called, though his voice sounded distant. “Está tudo bem. Estou aqui. Tim, can you hear me?”
“Ja, ja,” Tim groaned, “Kop dicht.”
Tim cracked his eyes open. Afonso was hovering above him, hand on Tim’s cheek, caressing it gently. Time leaned into the touch though he tried to keep up his grouchy face.
“As long as you’re still there, that’s all I need,” Afonso giggled. He kissed Tim’s forehead and settled beside him, head on the Dutch man’s chest.
Tim wrapped an arm around him. “Satisfied now?”
“Mhm. Unless you aren’t.”
“I didn’t even want to come in the first place.”
“But you did.” Afonso rubbed his nose against Tim’s cheek. “Because you loooove me.”
“Shut. Up.”
“Fine, fine,” Afonso conceded. “Thank you. And I really did miss you.”
“Ik heb jou ook gemist,” Tim muttered under his breath.
“What?”
“Let’s go to sleep.”
“Okay, okay.” Afonso wiggled a bit and cuddled closer. “Goodnight. I love you.”
“Yeah…Yeah…Same.”
Afonso snorted.
Translations:
Minha querida? Está tudo bem. Estou aqui. = My darling? Hey, it's alright. I'm right here.
Ja, ja. Kop dicht. = Yes, yes. Now shut up.
ik heb jou ook gemist = I missed you too
Happy Valentine's Day!!! 💕
Can I request for Nedport? With the prompt "playful kisses" (like something that is meant to tickle?) 😊 thank you!
You got it! Also thank you. Happy Valentine’s Day to you as well!
Rating: T
Pairing: NedPort
Word Count: 278
You Win
Afonso was busy cooking a special Valentine’s Day dinner for him and his lover when he felt two strong arms snake around his waist. The “stranger” then began to litter Afonso’s neck with light butterfly kisses, tickling the Portuguese man in the process. Afonso tried to bite back his laughter, but the “stranger” only continued, leading Afonso to erupt into a fit of it. This in turn made the assailant chuckle as well. The breath tickled Afonso more, making him stop his stirring unless he wanted to burn himself.
“Tim,” Afonso warned between his laughs, “If you make me burn myself…”
Tim placed a hard kiss just behind his lover’s ear before resting his head on Afonso’s shoulder. Though it was fun to tease, he didn’t want to be responsible for Afonso messing up and potentially hurting himself (regardless of how much he would teasingly say the contrary). “So, what are you making?” Tim asked as he watched his lover go back to stirring.
“Can’t tell you.”
Tim rolled his eyes. “And why not?”
“It's a surprise,” Afonso shot back playfully, “So go wait in the dining room, and you’ll see when it’s ready.”
Tim didn’t move and instead inspected the contents of the pot. He immediately recognized it. “Are you making erwtensoep?”
Afonso tensed. Before Tim could declare his victory, Afonso whirled around and began pushing him out of the kitchen. “What part of surprise don’t you understand. Now be a good boy and go wait in the dining room.”
Tim could have easily fought back, but he was too busy chuckling at his lover’s annoyance. He’d give Afonso this one. After all, it was Valentine’s Day.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” for Nedport (if you could, please? 🙏 Thank you)
Prompt: “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
Paring: NedPort with a small side of GerEng
Word Count: 817
That Look in Your Eye
It has been a long day full of shouting and arguing, but it was nothing out of the ordinary for a meeting. Still, it left Tim tired every time and he found himself heading to the nearest bar to relax with a little liquor or gin and tonic. This evening was no different, though, more than a few nations had also come. Luckily they were courteous enough to leave him alone.
Despite his desire to be alone, Tim found his gaze occasionally making its way over to Afonso who was seated with Arthur and a few others, laughing and drinking away. Something burned deep within his core at the sight of him, eyes shining, arm wrapped around Arthur’s shoulder seeming to have the time of his life. He figured it was best not to dwell on it and turned back to his drink. He didn’t even look up when he started hearing footsteps come towards him.
“Is this seat taken?” A familiar smooth voice asked. Tim froze, but quickly recovered, nodding towards the empty barstool beside him.
“So what brings you over here Afonso?” Tim found himself questioning, still not looking up from his drink. “Shouldn’t you be watching your boyfriend? He gets wasted pretty easily after all.”
Afonso laughed lightly. “What? Arthur? Don’t worry, his real boyfriend has that handled.”
Tim looked over once more to where Arthur sat to find Ludwig, pulling a glass away from a red-faced Brit who seemed to be protesting profusely. It still boggled him how those two got together.
“It's nice to see him happy,” Afonso mused.
There went that burning feeling again. “You didn’t answer my question,” Tim snapped.
“Can’t I come hang out with you meu amigo?”
“I would hardly call us friends.”
“Well we’re something aren’t we?” Out of the corner of his eye, Tim caught sight of a mischievous grin on Afonso’s face. “After all, you do follow me around, not to mention I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
Tim almost choked on his drink at the last bit. He could already feel the heat rising to his cheeks (though his cheeks were only tinted pink) as he coughed into his napkin. “I don’t know what you are talking about. Then again, you’ve always been a bit of a daydreamer.”
He thought he was starting to get the upper hand, but that smug look was still on Afonso’s face. “Are you sure about that? Because I am pretty sure the intense gaze, a mix between appreciation and jealousy across that normally inexpressive face of yours from a few moments ago was a little too specific and on point to be a simple trick of the mind.” When he got no reply, Afonso added, “That’s too bad. I’m a little disappointed.”
Still, with no reply, Afonso’s face began to fall as if all his confidence was draining out of him. It made Tim’s stomach twist, but still, he remained silent, fixating on his drink even more. “A-Are you sure there isn’t at least a little truth to it?” Afonso eventually asked his voice, having lost all its charm and charisma, “because...I wouldn’t mind...you know…”
That was the final straw. “I’m tired of the meaningless fucking okay? So if that’s what you’re getting at you can leave,” he hissed.
Afonso’s eyes widened and his lip quivered slightly. “What? No. Nonono. I... What I mean...I...ugh...fine I’m just going, to be honest. I like you okay.” Tim snorted before taking a long sip of his drink. “I’m being honest." Tim gave him an unimpressed look. "What can I do to prove myself?”
“Not sure. Try something and we’ll see.” Tim hoped this would end soon. His heart couldn’t take Afonso’s disappointment and it also couldn’t take this sliver of hope he was being given.
But instead of leaving it, Afonso continued to push. Taking hold of Tim’s chin, Afonso made the Dutchman look at him properly for the first time since this conversation started. His playful smile had returned, but his gaze was still somewhat shy. “Okay, tomorrow, at 6 and I’ll take you somewhere nice,” he cheered.
“Wha-” And then Afonso kissed him square on the lips. It was quick, but was enough to make Tim’s full face red and left him at a loss for words.
“It's a date, see you then!” With that, Afonso jumped off the seat and sped-walk towards his previous table.
Tim didn’t know what to think. He definitely didn’t expect to be asked out by Afonso of all people. Though his heart was beating out of his chest and his nerves felt fried, he couldn't help but also feel excited at the thought of going out. Tomorrow seemed so far away.
14. For Nedport, please (writing prompt list)
Thanks ❤️
Oooh I’ve seen some cool and funny stuff with these two, but I’m not the most familiar with them. I did some research, but it still may not be the best. Still, hope you enjoy!
Prompt: Kiss on the neck
“I said I was sorry,” Afonso hissed. They had been sitting back to back for what felt like hours with Abel not daring to speak to him. At this point, he couldn’t even remember what they were arguing about in the first place. But Abel seemed to based on his lack of response.
After another fifteen minutes of zero progress, Afonso had had enough. Turning himself around to face his lover, he wrapped his arms around Abel’s waist, snuggling into him. “Abe? Lindo? Querido?”
“Flattery will get you nowhere,” Abel finally said.
At least it was progress. But Afonso knew exactly how to make his partner melt. Burying his nose into Abel’s neck he murmured, “Meu amor, por favor, perdoa-me. O que devo fazer para te compensar?”
Abel only remained silent, though his body tensed at most likely from the breath tickling his neck. When he didn’t get a response, Afonso went further, placing a trail of light kisses up the other man’s neck. He could practically feel a shiver go through Abel’s body, prompting him to continue. As he did, his kisses lingered for longer eventually shifting into sucks and nibbles. Feeling the skin beneath his lips flush a smirk grew on Afonso’s lips. He did not stop until Abel finally said:
“Th-This doesn’t change anything.”
Afonso started up again, mumbling apologies with each kiss. After a few more minutes of this, Abel finally broke. “Fine,” he sneered, “Show how you are going to make it up to me.”
Translation:
Meu amor, por favor, perdoa-me. O que devo fazer para te compensar? = My love, please forgive me. What must I do to make it up to you?
Lindo = Handsome
Querido = Honey, dear, etc.
If you are interested in sending a prompt and ship or want to use the list your self, here it is.
Kissing you until you lose
Fandom: Hetalia
Prompt: (GRIP) holding mine by the back of the neck
Characters/Pairing: Netherlands/Portugal
Notes: I hope I understood what the prompt meant- Anyway, it’s really a small drabble, so please, take a look :3 Have a nice reading!
NEDPORT are going to watch the Nations League final together!! Plus the #PORNED tag is coming back akjdhgjahs
