from an idea i had a while back, i hope you all like it <3
how noisy are they? hetalia edition ♡
tags | smut , nsfw , masturbation , scenario , imagine , headcanons , axis & allies , accent kink , country names used , minors do not interact
author's note* here are my headcanons on what allies/axis sound like!! i'm planning to make another post like this but with the nordics. let me know if you'd like a version of this with the women!! or other select characters! you can read part two here and read part three here !
allies ♡
america has to take several breaths in the middle of jerking himself off. yes, even when it's just him he can tend to get way too excited. edging may not be his strong suit but in the short time he does spend touching himself, he imagines himself in front of someone he finds attractive, waiting for their next command.
has a surprisingly whiny moan, kind of like this.
england can be a little loud at times, other times not so much. mainly when it is not appropriate or acceptable to make such a raucous. as for whoever he's with, he'll also prefer to keep them quiet. (a hand across the mouth, perhaps) he likes to kiss them over and over to quieten his partner. he actually talks a lot during sex, albeit not without some serious stuttering. and though, he is most likely mentally kicking himself for doing so, his partner finds it cute.
when he tries to laugh the nervousness off, he sounds like this.
france likes to talk them through it, or rather, whisper because that is just so much more intimate. he makes sure his lover is comfortable and settled in before anything else happens. he could makeout for hours on end if it were possible—touching them through their clothes until they beg for him to finally start doing everything he told them he wanted to do.
his slow kisses make it feel as though it's been hours, and when he starts up it sounds like this.
canada tends to be grabby when he's with the person he really likes. he tries to at least be subtle in his protectiveness over that one special person. he sucks in a breath when he feels their body on his, desperately rubbing against his to cause some friction. he pulls them in closer, feeling their heat. he praises them, acknowledging the fact that they're not shy.
whenever he praises them, it might sound something like this.
russia seriously fights for his life when it comes to not being loud. he tries to moan as low as possible, which is much easier when he is on top. his voice is deep, and can be very loud when he is moaning. his partner insists that it is not a problem, but he'd truly be upset (and humiliated) if someone outside heard him. he likes to tease with his words, nearly mocking his partner. with a smile on his face, he'll tell them how adorably pathetic they sound for him.
he likes to call them cute nicknames in russian, just like this.
china doesn't care to feed into their accent/language barrier kink. so he tries to teach them chinese instead, even praising them for every word they can pronounce correctly. although, he does still find it sweet how they react whenever he calls them a nickname in his native language. he'd never admit it directly though, opting to call them silly for even liking such a thing. he then proceeds to give them a kiss, telling them to move on to the next part of their lesson.
he's very much a tease!! hoping they don't mind it too much when he sounds like this.
axis ♡
italy does whatever his love asks of him. he figures it'll keep him out of trouble if he does. he likes doing what pleases them. most of the time, anyway. if there is something that's kind of embarrassing for him, he'll whine about for a little bit until his love is able to remind them that he is all theirs and only theirs.
he's very, very cute whenever he sounds like this.
germany will explain everything he is doing or wants to do to his partner right before and as he is doing it. not too strict, but extremely disciplined in how he's working his hands over their body. he is able to coax out these short, low noises from their mouth. his touch makes them squirm, but he immediately holds them still. he's talking them down so they'll relax. giving him the green light to continue to touch them.
he's soft spoken, mostly speaking in german like this.
japan swallows loudly, happily so seeing as their tongue was just inside of his mouth. he kissed them so feverently, leaning forward to deepen it. enjoying the way they licked every part of his mouth. he feels so good it almost makes him dizzy. his partner will have to make sure to give him breaks in between for him to get some air. in the meantime, they put their hand to his chest, feeling his fast heartbeat.
he's cute, but out of shape—therefore not having a lot of stamina. he sounds like this.
prussia usually talks into their neck, or hair, when he's feeling a certain way. one time, his partner even brought it up to him that they can't hear what he's saying when he does that. he just grinned and shrugged. he told them it doesn't matter if they can't understand him, that they probably just like feeling his warm breath on their skin anyway. he talks them through everything, mostly saying vulgar things and praising how well they are taking him.
he can get cocky...but this is what he might sound like.
romano likes to edge his partner because it brings him satisfaction when someone else is feeling the same sexual frustration he often feels. he praises them when they do something he wants them to do and only after they do it. if they happen to touch him in a way he especially he likes, he'll demand they do it over and over. he believes there's nothing wrong with prioritizing himself sometimes.
...surely his partner can understand. he sounds like this.
hetalia nations react to your son doing the "shut up, bitch" prank to you (ﾒ ﾛ ´)
a/n: i havent posted in a minute im so sorry😭😭 also everyone stream america no joo by cymbals right now
characters: japan, italy, romano, germany, prussia, russia, china, france, canada, england, america, scotland, sweden
cw: nonezies!!
kiku honda 🇯🇵 japan
he gasps, "that's rude."
respect for your elders is a huge thing in his culture and he can't believe the child he helped raise would say that. he takes it SO seriously and it ready to ground your son for life until you explain that it's a prank.
feliciano vargas 🇮🇹 north italy
"whaat?? did you just say??"
he's upset for you of course, but ultimately he would've left it in your hands because he can't stand to make his baby sad.
lovino vargas 🇮🇹 romano/south italy
if looks could kill your son would be long gone, and tells them to apologize right now. is also ready to ground them forever until he sees you laugh and lets up.
ludwig beilschmidt 🇩🇪 germany
"WAS???,!!"
almost loses his shit honestly. he bolts up from the couch genuinely ready to hit your son if he needs to. he shakes his head when you laugh and tell him it's a joke.
gilbert beilschmidt 🇩🇪 prussia
whips his head around and yells your son's full name. he's all about family and discipline and stuff so he's really ripping them a new one (verbally). he won't stop to let you get a word in so you'll just have to laugh at your poor son.
ivan braginski 🇷🇺 russia
he's shocked that your son had the audacity to even try that, and he just stares at them. your kid was intimidated and was gonna say sorry anyway even though they knew it was a joke until you explain the prank to ivan.
yao wang 🇨🇳 china
icl he might actually hit your kid on the head for speaking to you like that, and it takes a couple seconds of everyone yelling at him that it was a joke to get him to calm down. he doesn't play about disrespect.
francis bonnefoy 🇫🇷 france
gasps and grabs them by the ear, making them apologize to you, all while ranting about how disrespectful that it. it isn't until both you and your son are laughing that he realizes something it up.
matthew williams 🇨🇦 canada
"oh goodness, don't talk to your parents like that!"
obviously he's not very assertive, but it gets the point across (he's so sweet💔). like italy, he would've left it in your hands because he wasn't sure if your son was listening to him anyway.
arthur kirkland 🏴 england
"bloody hell! what did you just say!!??"
he goes on a long rant about horrible that was and how he never wants to hear anything like that come from them again, and pauses when he looks over at you to sees you trying not to laugh.
alfred f. jones 🇺🇸 america
maybe one of the only times you see him genuinely angry at your kid, but he lowk blames himself for raising them so spoiled.
“dude!! don’t talk to your mom/dad like that….”
he’s trying his best to defend your honor and laughs when you tell him it was a joke.
allistor kirkland 🏴 scotland
"AY, if ya widnae talk to me like that, ya dinnae talk to ya mother/father like that!"
PISSED about this. you have to grab him before he launches up from the couch and explain that it's just a joke. your son is lucky that allistor didn't reach him.
berwald oxenstierna 🇸🇪 sweden
he just stares at his son because nothing is funny to him about that and tells them to go to their room. your kid actually does it, thats how scary he can be.
a/n: so how many of. yall watch slushy noobz… also yes i know i laid it on thick with allistors accent but i love writing scottish accents out ok?ok
+ immortal characters x reader musing for anon. I deleted the ask by mistake.
They are old, inhumanily old. They can count on one hand how many other are the same age or older than themselves. Nations have raisen, fallen, and forgotten to the sands of time right before them. Ancient languages still thrive on their tongues. The knowledge they hold shall continue to fill libraries for centuries to come.
♡ Needless to say, age gaps within relationships no longer bother them. How can something unavoidable bother them? Anyone who they will love is simply human. They chose to focus on trying to spend as much time with you as possible.
♡ Zhongli, Alucard, Seteth, Kokushibo, England
✿ They hate falling in love. You will grow old and die. You will leave their side, and there is nothing they can do about it. Once you are gone, how long will your laugh haunt them? How long will they see you out of the corner of their eyes? Dreams will be torturous for decades to come.
But oh... they can't help it. You are a light they are powerless against.
✿ Xiao, Scaramouche/Wander, Flayn, Akaza, Prussia, Japan
✧ They see finding new love as a beautiful new adventure. Your love will be a story they will be carried within their stories for centuries to come. As time flies by, humans will see you as an old folklore, a love story to stand the test of time.
But they know you were real and that they loved you deeply.
✧ Tiki, Venti, Neuvillette, S.italy, France, China
im new here BUT would you ever be interested in writing a nsfw romano x reader fic...👀👀 i love that man so much
Under the Wisteria (Hetalia Lovino Vargas x Reader)
(NSFW! MDNI!)
(cw: unprotected sex, breeding)
You push open the heavy oak door to Lovino’s office after knocking once, the sound echoing softly against the marble floors of the villa’s long hallway. The late-afternoon sun pours through the tall arched windows, painting golden stripes across the Persian rug and the dark wood of his massive desk cluttered with ledgers and encrypted phones. The air still carries that heavy, familiar scent, aged leather, and that expensive cologne that always makes your pulse quicken. You saunter in with your arms loosely crossed over your chest, chin high, but inside you’re a knot of confusion and that low, simmering irritation that’s been building for weeks.
He’s been a ghost. Late nights locked in here, rapid-fire Italian on hushed calls that stop the second you appear, armed men slipping through the side entrance. You keep telling yourself he’s the don, the head of the family, that the business doesn’t stop just because his wife craves his attention, but it stings. Every untouched dinner plate, every cold side of the bed, every distracted “not now, bella” while he scrolls through encrypted messages on his phone. You’ve been wandering the rose gardens alone at dusk, wondering if this is what loving Lovino Vargas really means, marrying a man who belongs more to the underworld than to you.
As you walked down that endless hallway just moments ago, heels clicking against the cool tiles, your stomach twisted with the familiar dread. “He’s going to tell me he’s leaving again,” you thought. Another “business trip” to Sicily or Naples or some godforsaken place, gone for who knows how long with nothing but a quick kiss to your forehead and a promise he’ll call when he can. Your lips press into a thin line as you brace for it, ready to nod like the perfect, understanding wife you’re supposed to be.
But the second you step inside and click the door shut behind you, Lovino turns from the window.
He’s not on the phone. He’s not snapping orders at some terrified subordinate. He’s just standing there. Broad shoulders fill out the crisp white dress shirt, one hand loose at his side, the other in the pocket of his tailored black trousers. The light catches the sharp cut of his jaw. To the rest of the world—to the capos waiting downstairs, to the rivals who pale at the mere mention of his name—he is terrifying. Cold green eyes narrowed like he’s already calculating how many ways he could destroy someone before sunset, posture radiating the kind of ruthless power that makes grown men beg. But those same eyes soften the instant they land on you, the hard lines of his face melting like they only ever do when it’s just the two of you.
“Tesoro mio,” he murmurs, voice low and rough like velvet dragged over gravel.
He crosses the room in three long strides. Before you can even draw breath to ask what’s going on, his arms are crushing you flush against the solid heat of his chest. One hand splays wide across your lower back, fingers pressing in like he’s afraid you’ll disappear; the other slides up to cradle the nape of your neck, threading gently into your hair.
“I’m sorry,” he says against the crown of your head, lips brushing your hair. The words are raw, quiet, meant for no one but you. “I’ve been a complete stronzo. Buried in this office, leaving you alone in this ridiculous villa like you’re just another piece of furniture instead of my wife. I saw it every night. The way you look at me across the table and try to hide how annoyed you are. And I hate it. I hate making you feel unwanted.”
He pulls back just enough to frame your face with both hands, thumbs stroking your cheeks as his green eyes search yours, soft and pleading in a way the rest of the world will never see. “So I fixed it. The next two weeks there will be nothing. I cleared every damn thing. No calls, no meetings, no shipments, no idiots with guns clogging up my hallway. I told the capos if they can’t handle it without me, they can burn. I’m yours, completely. Two full weeks of just us. And even after those two weeks are over, I’m making a promise right here: every single day, no matter what the family throws at me, I’m carving out time for you. Morning coffee in the garden, stolen hours in the afternoon, nights where I shut the whole world out and it’s only you and me. You’re never going to feel like second place again.”
Then he leans in closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear, his breath hot and deliberate as his voice drops into that sensual, velvet rasp. “And I’ve been ready, amore… so fucking ready to get my wife pregnant.” The words slide over your skin like silk. “Every night I’ve been away from you, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I imagine filling you up slow and deep until you’re dripping with me, watching your belly round with our baby, knowing the whole world will see that you’re mine in the most permanent way. These next two weeks… and every day after… I’m going to take my time with you. I want to feel you come around me while I whisper how I’m putting a baby in you, how I’m going to keep you full and glowing and so loved you’ll never doubt me again. I’ve been aching for it, tesoro, to see you carry the next Vargas heir.”
His arms tighten around you again, one hand sliding down to press possessively against your lower stomach as if he can already imagine it swelling under his touch. He kisses the spot just below your ear, slow and lingering, then nips gently at your lobe before whispering even lower, voice thick with hunger, “Starting tonight. Right here if you want… or in our bed where I can spend hours making sure every inch of you knows exactly how much I’ve missed you. I’m not letting another day go by without my beautiful wife.”
He holds you rocking you gently, the scary Italian don completely gone, replaced by the man who only ever lets himself be this soft for you. For the first time in weeks, the entire world has narrowed down to his arms, his whispered promises, and the delicious, aching heat of what’s coming for the next.
Later that evening, the villa is quiet except for the low hum of the kitchen’s pendant lights. You’re leaning against the marble island in nothing but a soft tank top and loose shorts, phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling while the day’s earlier promises still simmer under your skin. The two weeks he swore to you feel like a secret only the two of you know, but the ache between your thighs has been constant since his whispered words in the office.
You don’t hear him come in, silent as the predator he is to everyone else. The first thing you feel is the heat of his body behind you, then the slow, deliberate press of his lips to the side of your neck.
A shiver races down your spine. His mouth is warm, sucking gently at the sensitive spot just below your ear before his tongue traces a lazy line toward your shoulder. One strong arm slides around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest, and you feel the hard line of his cock already straining.
“Here?” you breathe, half-laugh, half-gasp, glancing over your shoulder at him. The kitchen island, the open archway to the dining room, the staff quarters just down the hall, anyone could walk in.
Lovino chuckles low against your skin, the sound vibrating straight through you. “I told you, tesoro… whenever. Wherever.” His voice is that same velvet rasp from earlier, thick with hunger. “I need to show you how much I want you. How much I’ve been dying to fill you.” His free hand skates down your stomach, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your shorts just enough to tease, then lower still. He cups you through the thin fabric, palm pressing firmly against your clothed pussy, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that make your knees buckle. “I’ve waited weeks. I’m not waiting another second.”
You moan before you can stop yourself, the sound slipping out raw and needy as his two fingers stroke along your folds. Heat floods you instantly, soaking the fabric under his touch.
He spins you around so fast the phone clatters onto the island. Your back hits the cool marble edge as he drops to his knees in one fluid motion, green eyes locked on yours. With no preamble he yanks your shorts and panties down in one rough tug, then hooks one of your thighs over his shoulder and dives in.
His tongue is hot and relentless. He licks a long, flat stripe up your slit, groaning the second he tastes you, then seals his mouth over your clit and sucks. Your hands fly to his hair, fingers threading through those dark curls as your hips jerk forward on instinct, chasing the pleasure. He doesn’t give you time to think, he only devours. His tongue flicks fast and precise, then slows to broad, lazy strokes that drag through your folds and dip inside you, fucking you shallowly while his nose grinds against your clit.
You rock against his face, shameless now, hips rolling in a desperate rhythm as if you can pull his tongue deeper. “Lovino—fuck—” The words break on another moan. He hums in response, the low vibration shooting straight through your core and making your thighs tremble. The sound is filthy, appreciative, like he’s savoring every drop of you. It only makes you grind harder, chasing that perfect pressure.
He sucks your clit again, tongue fluttering rapidly while two thick fingers slide inside you without warning, curling hard against that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes. The wet sounds fill the kitchen like the most obscene symphony. Your hips move faster, frantic, riding his face as the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter.
He feels it. Lovino hums again, longer this time, the vibration rolling through you like thunder, and that’s all it takes. Your orgasm crashes over you so hard your back arches off the island, a cry tearing from your throat as you come undone on his tongue. Your thighs clamp around his head, hips stuttering, pulsing, flooding his mouth while he keeps licking slow, greedy laps that drag out every aftershock.
He hums again, softer now, almost reverent, as he laps up every last drop of your release. His eyes stay locked on yours from between your legs, dark lashes heavy, lips and chin glistening with you. He doesn’t stop until you’re trembling and oversensitive, only then pressing one last open-mouthed kiss to your swollen clit before rising slowly to his feet.
His hands grip your hips to steady you, thumbs stroking your skin like you’re something precious while his cock strains visibly against his trousers and his voice comes out rough with pure need.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you deep and filthy so you can taste yourself on his tongue. “And that’s just the start, amore. I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”
You’re still trembling against the marble island, thighs slick and shaky from the orgasm he just wrung out of you with his tongue, when Lovino stands up slowly. His green eyes are dark with raw hunger, lips shiny with your release, and he doesn’t waste a second. He crowds you back against the cool edge, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise while the other yanks at his belt buckle. The metallic clink echoes in the quiet kitchen as he frees his cock. Thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip and straining angrily toward you like it’s been waiting for this exact moment.
He leans in, voice a low growl against your mouth. “Bend over, tesoro. I’m not waiting another fucking second to bury myself inside you and start breeding that perfect pussy—”
But you slide your hands down, stopping him with a single teasing finger against his chest. With a wicked little smile you hook your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts and panties and pull them back up, smoothing the fabric over your still-throbbing core like nothing happened. You tilt your head, voice dropping into the most sultry, velvet purr you can manage dripping with deliberate cruelty.
“Hmm, Lovino… I’m not sure I’m ready to fuck~”
He freezes. Those dangerous green eyes widen like you’ve just told the head of the Vargas family that the sky is purple. His cock twitches visibly in the open air between you, and for a second he genuinely looks at you like you’ve lost your mind.
You bite your lip, letting the silence stretch just long enough to watch his jaw clench. Then you lean in closer, trailing one fingertip down the center of his chest, stopping right above the straining head of his cock without touching it.
“I think I need more convincing that you’re sorry for these lonely nights my love”
He curses viciously in Italian “Cazzo, porca puttana, mi stai uccidendo—” the words rough and filthy as his cock visibly throbs, a fresh bead of precum sliding down the thick vein. His hands flex at his sides like he’s fighting every instinct not to just throw you over his shoulder and take what he wants. But he doesn’t because you’re the only person alive who can bring the terrifying don to his knees with nothing but a sultry little hum.
“What do you want, Tesoro?” he rasps, voice wrecked, accent thicker than you’ve ever heard it. “Name it. Anything. It’s yours. I’ll burn the whole fucking city down if that’s what it takes to get inside you again.”
You pretend to think about it, tapping one finger against your chin while you let your gaze drag slowly down his body to where his cock is. You tilt your head, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Hmm… I do love the idea of the head of the Vargas begging his wife to let him fuck her and breed her…”
Lovino’s breath catches. For one heartbeat the scary Italian disappears completely, replaced by a man so desperate he looks like he might actually drop to his knees right there on the kitchen tiles. Then he does exactly that.
He sinks down in front of you, hands sliding up your thighs to grip your hips, green eyes locked on yours with total surrender. His voice comes out low, rough, and so fucking filthy it makes your freshly licked pussy clench around nothing.
“Please, amore mio… let me fuck you. Let your husband bury this aching cock so deep inside you that you feel me for days.” He presses his forehead to your stomach, breath hot through the thin fabric of your tank top. “I’ve been dying for it—every night while I was in that goddamn office I was stroking myself raw thinking about fucking you, filling you until your belly swells with my baby. I’m sorry, Tesoro. I’m so fucking sorry I left you lonely. Let me make it right. Let me beg like the pathetic bastard I am for you.”
His fingers dig into your hips, voice cracking with raw need as he looks up at you, the most powerful man in the underworld on his knees for his wife.
“I need to breed you, bella. I need to pump you so full of my cum that it leaks out of you. I want to watch it drip down your thighs while I keep fucking it back inside where it belongs. Please—let me spread you open right here on this island and rut into you like an animal until you’re pregnant. I’ll be so good for you. I’ll fuck you slow and deep, I’ll suck on your tits while I fill you, I’ll tell you over and over how perfect you’re going to look carrying my heir. Just say yes. Please, tesoro mio, I’m begging you—let your husband breed his wife. Let me put a baby in you tonight. I’ll do anything. I’ll stay on my knees all night if that’s what it takes. Just… please… let me fuck you and fill you until you can’t remember what empty feels like.”
His cock is leaking steadily onto the floor between his knees now, twitching with every filthy word, and his hands are trembling where they grip you, pure desperation written across the face of the man who makes the rest of the world tremble.
He leans forward and whispers against you, “Please, my love. Begging you. Let me in. Let me fuck you. I’m yours to use… just say the word and I’ll give you every drop.”
You’re still standing there against the marble island, shorts back in place, pulse hammering between your thighs as you watch the most dangerous man in the country kneel at your feet, cock throbbing untouched and leaking onto the tile. His green eyes are wild, chest heaving, and you can’t resist pushing him just a little further.
“Yeah?” you purr, voice all honey, dragging the word out slow. “You want my pussy that bad?”
Lovino’s breath stutters. “Yes, amore,” he rasps immediately, the words tumbling out like a prayer. “More than anything. More than the whole fucking empire. I want that tight, perfect pussy wrapped around my cock until I’m fucking you full.”
You bite your lip and crook one finger at him, motioning for him to stand. He rises like a man possessed, towering over you again in an instant, but before he can grab you, you surge up on your toes and crash your mouth against his.
The kiss is desperate, messy, all teeth and tongue and months of pent-up need. He groans into your mouth, hands slamming onto the island on either side of your hips to cage you in as he devours you. You kiss him back just as hard, fingers twisting in his shirt, then you pull back just enough to whisper against his mouth, breath trembling.
“Fuck… Lovino… Take it then… take me…”
His eyes flash dark and dangerous the second the words leave your lips. The kiss turns feral, his tongue fucking into your mouth until you’re both panting and he finally lets you sink down.
You drop to your knees right there on the cool kitchen tiles, eyes locked on his. His cock is right in front of your face now, thick, veined, flushed deep red at the head, precum beading steadily at the slit. You wrap one hand around the base, stroking him torturously from root to tip, thumb swirling over the leaking head on every upstroke. His hips jerk forward on instinct.
“Cazzo… porca troia… Bella, please—” he curses in that broken Italian rasp, voice cracking as you twist your wrist just right on the upstroke.
You look up at him through your lashes, all sweet innocence and wicked teasing. “Hm? The big bad mafia don wants more? The man who makes everyone else beg… now he’s the one begging his wife?”
That’s the last straw.
Lovino’s patience snaps like a tripwire. His hand shoots into your hair, fingers twisting tight at the roots, and he yanks your head forward with zero warning. “Fuck, I’m trying to be patient with you, tesoro,” he growls, voice low and mean now, that dangerous edge creeping back in, “but you’re making it so goddamn hard. It’s like you’re testing me on purpose. You want me to be mean with you, don’t you? Want your husband to stop playing nice and just use that pretty mouth like the little tease you are.”
He doesn’t wait for an answer. He drags your face forward and forces the thick head of his cock past your lips in one rough thrust, stretching your jaw wide. The taste of him, salty and musky, floods your tongue instantly. He drags you all the way down until your nose is buried against his pelvis, cock sliding straight into the back of your throat.
You choke hard, eyes watering instantly, tears spilling down your cheeks as drool starts to leak from the corners of your stretched lips. He holds you there for a long second, groaning deep in his chest at the feel of your throat convulsing around him.
Then he starts moving.
He uses your hair like a handle, yanking your head back until just the swollen head rests on your tongue, then slamming you forward again. Over and over, fucking your face in long, brutal strokes from tip to hilt. Every thrust punches into your throat with wet, obscene sounds. Your gagging and choking mix with the filthy slap of his balls against your chin. Drool pours down your chin in thick strings, dripping onto your tank top and the floor between your knees. Tears stream freely now, mascara probably running, but you keep your eyes wide open and locked on his, giving him that innocent, teary-eyed look that always destroys him.
“Shit—look at you,” he snarls, voice wrecked and filthy as he watches your throat bulge with every deep thrust. He drags you off just long enough for you to suck in a gasping breath before he shoves back into the root again. “You can take it, I know you can. God, you look so fucking beautiful like this—crying and drooling all over my cock like a good little wife. Choking on the same dick that’s gonna knock you up tonight. That’s it, amore, relax your throat—let me use you. Let me fuck this pretty face until it’s ruined.”
He keeps the brutal rhythm, hips snapping, fingers tight in your hair, never once letting you pull away more than a few inches. Your throat burns, your jaw aches, drool and tears coat everything, but you keep looking up at him with those big, innocent eyes even as you gag and sputter around his pistoning cock.
Lovino is losing his mind above you, cursing in rapid Italian between every thrust, the scary don completely gone, replaced by a man who’s finally, finally done holding back.
He lasts only a few more brutal thrusts before his control shatters completely.
“Cazzo—merda—sì, così, brava ragazza… take it all, take every fucking inch down that pretty throat—” The Italian pours out of him in a broken, filthy groan, praises and curses tumbling together as his hips stutter. “Sei perfetta… mia moglie perfetta… fuck, I’m cumming—swallow it, tesoro, swallow every drop like the good little breeding slut you are—”
He slams into the root one last time, burying himself as deep as your throat will allow, and comes with a guttural, animalistic groan. Thick, hot ropes of cum flood straight down your throat, pulse after heavy pulse. You choke hard around him as you struggle to swallow it all. Some of it spills from the corners of lips anyway, mixing with the drool already coating your chin. Fresh tears spill down your face from the intensity, your eyes squeezing shut for a moment as you fight to breathe through your nose and take everything he gives you.
Lovino holds you there until the last twitch of his cock. Only then does he slowly pull out, a thick string of cum and saliva connecting your swollen lips to the head of his cock before it breaks.
He tucks himself away and zips up his pants with deliberate calm, then reaches down and gently pats your tear-streaked cheek, thumb brushing away some of the mess.
“Aren’t you just the perfect little wife?” he murmurs, voice still rough with satisfaction, green eyes soft again. “Taking it all like you’re supposed to. Every last drop. Such a good girl for me.”
You’re still catching your breath. All you can do is nod weakly, lips parted and shiny, tears still clinging to your lashes. The taste of him lingers heavy on your tongue.
Lovino smiles then leans down to help you up, strong hands steadying your shaky legs. “We’re not done, bella.”
He takes your hand and leads you out of the kitchen, through the wide glass doors that open directly onto the private garden just outside. The night air is warm and fragrant with blooming jasmine and roses, the moon casting silver light over the manicured hedges, the fountain bubbling softly in the center, and the lush grass that stretches toward the tall privacy walls. Twinkling string lights are woven through the trellises, giving everything a soft, romantic glow that feels almost too beautiful for what he clearly has planned.
You hesitate at the threshold, still flushed and messy from what just happened in the kitchen, your shorts damp between your thighs. “What if someone sees?” you whisper, glancing back toward the house where staff quarters sit not too far away.
Lovino stops, turns to you, and pulls you close against his chest, one hand sliding possessively down to squeeze your ass. His lips brush your ear, voice low and wicked with that sensual rasp.
“Good.” He nips at your earlobe. “Let them see. Let every single person in this house know exactly who you belong to. Let them hear how loudly their don is going to fuck his wife tonight—how many times I’m going to fill this pussy until you’re dripping with my cum and carrying my baby. I want the whole fucking world to know you’re mine… and that I’m finally giving you what you’ve been wanting.”
He doesn’t wait for another protest. He guides you deeper into the garden, the night air kissing your overheated skin.
He guides you straight to your special garden nook, the one tucked away beneath a wooden canopy draped with cascading wisteria vines. Heavy purple blooms hang like curtains overhead, their delicate fragrance mixing with the earthy scent of the garden. The built-in wooden bench is massive, wide enough to function as a small daybed, covered in thick, plush cushions and scattered with an abundance of soft pillows. This is usually your private sanctuary, a quiet place to curl up with a book, sip wine, and escape the chaos of the villa. Tonight, though, it’s about to become something far more sinful.
Lovino doesn’t speak as he gently but firmly guides you down onto the cushions. The second your back hits the plush surface, he’s on you.
He climbs over you, knees bracketing your hips, and crashes his mouth against yours in a dirty, messy, all-consuming kiss. There’s nothing gentle about it this time. His tongue immediately pushes past your lips. You moan into the kiss as he devours you. His hands roam greedily, one cups the back of your head to tilt you exactly how he wants you, the other sliding down your body to squeeze your breast through your tank top, thumb roughly circling your nipple until it pebbles under his touch.
The kiss is sloppy and loud. He sucks on your tongue, then bites your lower lip hard enough to make you whimper before soothing it with another deep swipe of his tongue. Drool escapes the corner of your mouth as he fucks his tongue in and out in a lewd imitation of what’s coming, grinding his already-hardening cock against your clothed pussy through your shorts.
“Fuck, you taste like me,” he growls against your lips between kisses, voice rough and thick with Italian accent. “My perfect little wife, still dripping with my cum from that pretty throat. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to ruin you right here in your quiet little reading spot.”
He kisses you harder, messier, tilting his head to go even deeper. His hand slips under your tank top, palming your bare breast and pinching your nipple until you arch up into him with a needy whine. The other hand slides down to cup you between your legs again, rubbing firm circles over your shorts right where you’re soaked and aching. Every stroke of his tongue is dirty and purposeful, like he’s trying to lick every trace of himself from your mouth while simultaneously reminding you who you belong to.
You’re both panting when he finally pulls back just enough to look at you. He doesn’t let the moment turn sweet. Instead, he leans back in for another filthy kiss, sucking on your tongue while his fingers push your shorts and panties aside just enough to drag two thick digits through your slick folds.
You’re both breathing hard on the plush cushions. Lovino pulls back from the filthy makeout just enough to hover above you, green eyes blazing with raw need. Without a word, you sit up slightly and peel your tank top off over your head, letting your breasts spill free into the cool air. Your nipples are already tight from his earlier rough touches.
He watches hungrily as you toss the fabric aside, then hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and panties. In one swift tug he drags them down your legs and off, leaving you completely bare beneath him on the cushioned bench. The night air kisses your soaked pussy, making you shiver.
Lovino doesn’t waste time. He yanks his shirt open, buttons flying in his haste, and shrugs it off his broad shoulders, revealing the hard planes of muscle, the faint scars from old fights, and the dark trail of hair leading down his abdomen. Then he shoves his pants and boxers down in one desperate motion, kicking them away. His cock springs free again, still massive, thick, and flushed dark, the head glistening with a fresh bead of precum that drips slowly down the veined shaft. It twitches visibly under your gaze, already fully hard and ready like the first round in the kitchen never happened.
You feel heat flood your cheeks as you stare, biting your lip. “You’re hard again so quickly…”
Lovino leans down, bracing one hand beside your head, and gives you that slow, dangerous smirk that only ever appears for you. “For you? Always, tesoro. This cock has been aching for you for weeks. Nothing else gets it like this.”
He settles between your spread thighs, one hand gripping the base of his heavy cock while the other strokes your inner thigh soothingly. You lay back fully against the pillows, heart hammering as you both watch him guide the swollen head to your drenched entrance. Your pussy is slick and puffy from everything that’s happened tonight.
He presses forward slowly.
The thick head parts your folds with a wet, obscene sound, stretching you open as he sinks inch by inch. You both watch the sight. His veined cock disappearing into your glistening pussy, your lips stretching tight around his girth. Lovino groans deep in his chest, the sound low and filthy as he listens to the slick, squelching noises your drenched cunt makes with every slow push. “Cazzo… so fucking wet for me,” he mutters, voice strained with restraint. “Listen to that sloppy pussy sucking me in.”
You moan softly as he bottoms out, every thick inch buried to the hilt inside you. The stretch is perfect bordering on too much in the most delicious way. His heavy balls rest against your ass, and you can feel his cock pulsing inside your walls.
He stays there for a long moment, savoring it, then slowly drags back out,almost all the way, until just the head remains inside before sliding back in with the same torturously slow pace. The wet sounds are even louder now: a lewd, squelching schlick every time he moves, your arousal coating his shaft and dripping down to soak the cushions beneath you.
“Hear that?” he rasps, green eyes locked on where your bodies are joined. His voice is rough, accent thick. “That’s your greedy little pussy welcoming me home. Soaking wet and loud for your husband. Fuck, it sounds so dirty… like you’ve been empty for far too long and now you’re finally getting filled the way you deserve.”
You nod, biting your lip hard as incredible pleasure washes over you with every slow thrust. The drag of his cock against your walls is exquisite. Your hips twitch, wanting more, faster, harder, but for now the slow, deliberate pace has you trembling and whimpering beneath him, hands clutching at his shoulders.
Lovino groans again, leaning down to press his forehead to yours as he continues the slow, deep rocking. “That’s it, bella… feel every inch. I’m going to take my time tonight. I’m going to fuck you so full you’ll be dripping my cum for days. But right now… just listen to how wet you are for me.”
The slow, deliberate rhythm falters for a heartbeat. Lovino’s hips still, buried to the hilt inside you, his cock throbbing against your fluttering walls. Then he pulls back until the thick head of his cock slips free with a wet, obscene pop. A rush of cool night air kisses your stretched, glistening entrance, and you clench around nothing, a fresh trickle of your slick sliding down to soak the plush cushion beneath you. His shaft is completely coated, shiny and dripping with your arousal, a thick strand of it still connecting the flushed head to your swollen folds. Lovino watches it all with dark, hungry eyes, jaw tight, chest heaving as he listens to the lewd squelch of your soaked pussy protesting the emptiness.
He doesn’t make you wait long.
With the same agonizing control, he presses the broad head back against your entrance and pushes forward, inch by thick inch. You both stare down between your bodies, mesmerized, as your pussy lips stretch wide around his girth, swallowing him whole once more. The wet, filthy sound of your drenched cunt taking him back in fills the quiet garden, utterly shameless.
“Lovino, please…” The words tumble out of you in a desperate, breathy moan, your voice cracking with need. Your hips twitch upward, trying to chase more, faster, deeper. “I want you to give it to me…”
He leans over you immediately, one strong hand sliding up to cradle your face with surprising tenderness. His thumb strokes your cheekbone, brushing away a stray tear of overwhelming pleasure. His green eyes soften even as his cock twitches deep inside you, and when he speaks, his voice is low, rough, and achingly gentle.
“I know, Tesoro,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then another to the corner of your mouth. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.”
The tenderness in his tone makes something inside you melt even as your body burns. A high, needy whine escapes your throat as he sinks all the way back in and stays there, grinding slow, deep circles that make the head of his cock drag perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you. Your walls flutter and squeeze around him, and he groans quietly, forehead still resting against yours.
“Brava ragazza… so good for me,” he whispers, the praise warm and filthy at the same time. “Listen to how wet you are. Feel how your pretty pussy is sucking me in like it never wants to let go.”
His free hand slides down between your bodies, thumb finding your swollen clit and circling it in slow, deliberate strokes that match the lazy grind of his hips. Every movement is designed to drive you insane with pleasure without letting you tip over the edge just yet. The wet sounds grow louder as he works you, your slick coating his fingers, his cock, the insides of your thighs. Your legs tremble where they’re wrapped around his waist, toes curling against the small of his back.
You whine again, louder this time, the sound breaking into a soft sob of overwhelming sensation. It feels too good, the gentle but relentless pressure on your clit, the way his body covers yours protectively even as he’s buried inside you. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into the firm muscle there, and you arch beneath him, chasing every bit of friction he’s giving.
Lovino’s breath hitches at the sound of your whine. He kisses you again, tongue sliding against yours in a lazy, sensual rhythm that mirrors the way he’s fucking you. When he pulls back just enough to speak, his voice has dropped even lower, thick with restrained hunger.
“You want more, bella? Want me to fuck you harder? Fill this greedy little pussy until you’re dripping with me?” He punctuates the question with a slightly sharper thrust. “Tell me, Tesoro. I’ll give you anything. Everything. Just say the word and I’ll ruin you so sweetly right here under these vines.”
Your answer comes out as another broken whine, hips rolling up to meet him, your body speaking for you. The ache between your legs is turning molten, the slow build coiling tighter and tighter in your core. Lovino’s eyes darken with pure devotion and lust as he watches you come undone beneath him.
He starts to move with more purpose. Each thrust pushes a fresh gush of slick out around his cock, and he groans at the sight and sound of it, at the way your body welcomes him home again and again.
“That’s it… let me hear you,” he rasps, voice cracking with how good you feel around him. “My beautiful wife. My good girl. Gonna take such good care of you… gonna breed you so full tonight.”
The words send a fresh wave of heat crashing through you. You whine his name again, louder, and Lovino rewards you by picking up the pace just a little more. The bench creaks softly beneath you both. The wisteria blooms tremble overhead. And you’re lost in the tender dominance in his voice, the way he’s looking at you like you’re the most precious thing in his world even while he’s fucking you like he owns every inch of your body.
Your pleasure is cresting fast now, the slow, deep rhythm and his thumb on your clit combining into something devastating. You can feel it building and the only sound you can make is that same desperate, overwhelmed whine as your walls start to flutter harder around him.
Lovino feels it too. His free hand grips your hip tighter, holding you steady as he fucks you through it, voice dropping into a rough, loving growl.
“That’s my girl. Cum for me, Tesoro. I’ve got you. Let go.”
And with one more perfect grind of his hips and a firm stroke of his thumb, you do. Shattering around him with a broken cry, your pussy clenching and pulsing in rhythmic waves, gushing fresh wetness around his cock as the orgasm crashes through you. Your vision whites out for a second, body shaking, nails raking down his back as you sob his name into the warm night air.
Lovino groans like he’s in pain and paradise at the same time, burying himself as deep as he can, letting you ride out every aftershock while he murmurs soft Italian praises against your temple, “Brava… sei perfetta… mia moglie perfetta…” his cock twitching inside your spasming heat.
The garden spins gently around you both, the wisteria canopy above, the stars beyond, and Lovino’s strong body sheltering yours as you come down from the high, his lips brushing tender kisses across your damp cheeks while you tremble and whine softly in the afterglow.
Lovino keeps rocking his hips in those deep, grinding circles, his cock still buried to the hilt inside your fluttering, oversensitive pussy. Every slow drag sends little aftershocks sparking through your core, and you’re so wet now that the sounds between you are downright filthy.
“Brava… brava ragazza,” he murmurs against your temple, voice rough but still so tender it makes your chest ache. “You came so beautifully for me, Tesoro. So tight around my cock… squeezing me like you never want to let go. Fuck, you feel so good. So warm. So perfect. My perfect wife… taking everything I give you.”
Your face burns with a sudden wave of shyness at the intensity of it all, the way he’s looking at you, the way he’s still moving inside you, the raw devotion in every word. Without thinking, you lift your hands and cover your face, fingers splaying over your flushed cheeks as a soft, embarrassed whine slips out.
Lovino notices immediately. He slows just enough to reach up, gently but firmly taking your wrists in his hands and pulling them away from your face. He brings your palms to his mouth one after the other, pressing slow, reverent kisses to the center of each one, his lips warm and soft against your skin.
“Don’t hide your face,” he whispers, green eyes locked on yours with that devastating mix of hunger and tenderness. “I want to see every part of you. Especially when you’re like this… all flushed and trembling and mine.”
He keeps your hands in his, fingers laced together as he starts thrusting again deeper now, the pace slowly building. His hips snap forward with more urgency, the wet slap of skin against skin growing louder under the wisteria canopy. The bench creaks softly beneath you both. Every thrust pushes a fresh rush of your slick out around his cock, and he groans at the sight of it, at the way your pussy greedily swallows him back in every time.
“Tesoro… cazzo, you’re so wet,” he rasps, voice cracking as his control starts to fray. The praises spill out faster now, more desperate, more frantic as he chases his release. “Taking me so well… so fucking deep. This pussy was made for me. Gonna put a baby in you right here under these stars. Fuck—listen to you. Listen to how messy you are for me.”
His thrusts turn frantic, hips pistoning harder, faster, the head of his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you with punishing precision. Sweat beads on his forehead, dark hair falling into his eyes as he stares down at you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters. His hands tighten around yours, pinning them gently beside your head as he fucks into you with raw, unrestrained need.
“Mine,” he growls, the word breaking on a moan. “My wife. My good girl. Taking every inch like you were born for it. I’m close—fuck, I’m so close. You feel too good. Too perfect. Can’t hold back—”
His rhythm stutters, hips jerking erratically as he slams in deep one final time and stays there, buried to the hilt. A guttural, broken groan tears from his throat as he starts to cum. You feel it instantly, the hot, thick pulses of his release flooding your insides in heavy spurts, each one accompanied by another rough thrust as he works himself through it.
“Take it,” he groans against your neck, voice wrecked and desperate. “Take all of it, Tesoro. All of my cum. Every drop. I want it all inside you… deep inside this perfect pussy. Don’t waste a single bit. Let me fill you up…make you mine in every way.”
His cock twitches and pulses inside you as he empties himself completely, hot ropes of cum painting your walls, overflowing around his shaft and dripping down to soak the cushions beneath you. He keeps grinding through the aftershocks, pushing it deeper, refusing to pull out even as his breathing turns ragged and his body trembles above yours.
When the last spurt finally leaves him, Lovino collapses forward onto his forearms, careful not to crush you, his forehead pressed to yours. His chest heaves against your breasts. He’s still buried deep inside you, his softening cock keeping his cum plugged in as much as possible. One of his hands releases yours so he can stroke your hair back from your damp forehead, his touch achingly gentle now.
“Sei perfetta,” he whispers, pressing soft kisses to your eyelids, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth. “My perfect wife. Look at you… taking all of me like that. So full of my cum. Fuck, I love you. I love you so much.”
He doesn’t pull out. Instead, he shifts just enough to roll onto his side, pulling you with him so you’re tucked against his chest on the wide bench. One strong arm wraps around your waist, keeping you close, while his other hand strokes slow, soothing circles over your back. His cock stays nestled inside you, warm and spent, and every little shift makes more of his release leak out around him in a filthy, intimate reminder of what just happened.
The night air is cool against your overheated skin, but Lovino’s body is like a furnace around you. The wisteria vines sway gently overhead, purple blooms perfuming the air, while the distant fountain continues its soft music. He nuzzles into your hair, pressing kisses there between murmured words.
His hand slides down to rest possessively over your lower belly, thumb stroking the soft skin there like he’s already imagining it round and full. He kisses your temple again, softer this time, and lets out a quiet, contented sigh.
“Rest for a minute if you need it, Tesoro,” he whispers. “But I’m staying inside you. And when you’re ready… I’m going to fuck you again. Slower this time. Or harder. Whatever you want. Just say the word and it’s yours.”
His fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin as he holds you close, the garden quiet and private around you both, the only sounds your mingled breathing and the occasional soft drip of his cum leaking from where you’re still joined. He’s not in any rush to move. Not when he has you exactly where he wants you, safe in his arms, thoroughly claimed, and already starting to stir again beneath him.
starring. . . gender neutral reader and japan & south italy.
warning for stalking (generally), incel/femcel/gooner-esque behavior on both ends for japan, NEET behavior with japan’s reader, & gooner anime figures (japan’s section).
requested by anon. masterlist ; here.
📌 . . . author notes: kiku isn’t rlly an incel bc he’s had sex b4 (lots of times, in my mind) but he IS a loser. if anything reader is more of an incel than he is. i’m in between having japan’s reader just be a neet or a sort of online creator… pls lmk what u think for reader. as for romano’s reader, please remember that true angels are horrifying to look at. it’s only devils that parade their beauty as a sign of purity.
kiku honda!
— honda fell in love with you before ever even seeing you, having met you on a vaguely disgusting social site online. you posted frequently, sometimes even through the whole night. your page was filled with pictures of anime figurines and discussions about manga (seinen, josei, yuri, and yaoi seemed to be popular with you), alongside the occasional rant about beauty and how lookism affects you.
— all he really knew about you was your online handle, your expansive figure collection, and the fact that you were just like him… he immediately felt a kinship. sure, you were a little off the deep end of degeneracy but he could help you. he had to know more — he had to woo you, he had to make you better, had to make you his. thus started his journey through nearly every photo ever posted on nearly every social media account with your username.
— it takes some work to find your home address, but he’s nothing if not determined and capable. it helps that you’ve spoken frequently with each other online; it’s given honda confidence, it’s why he’s so sure. it’s also why the first thing he ever sends you as your secret admirer is a rare collectible figure that you’d been posting about.
— a grin appears on his face as you post an hour after the delivery about your newest figure for your collection. “u shld do a video celebration 4 ur newest figure. photos don’t do her justice,” he comments on the post. his eyes light up with a childish glee when you like the comment — minutes later, he gets notification for a new post from you.
— “here’s the new figure,” you say softly to the camera, showing it off in your hands, “she’s a rare one, really hard to get… look at her boobs, they’re huge. really good quality.” you never show your face, but your voice in the video is heavenly. it’s enough to have kiku palming himself through his pants as he comments on the figure’s exceptional craftmanship.
— he could easily find your face and real name, but he thinks it more romantic to lure you into telling him and showing him yourself. he views your romance as pure, even if you two are definitely not.
lovino vargas!
— once a week, every week. that’s how often he sees your beautiful face in person. lovino knows he shouldn’t go after you. you’re their housekeeper, a cleaner; the power imbalance would be insane. still, he finds a frown on his lips whenever feliciano mentions you not making it on your usual day, your absence alone being enough to ruin his whole week. he’s got a crush, which is scary. vargas men are never good with crushes.
— you don’t say much whenever you’re there, at least not to him or feliciano, which only adds to your mystery. you’re not the cleaner they grew up with, having only been hired three or four months ago. his brother does the hiring, so you can imagine his surprise seeing someone so angelic down on their knees scrubbing dirt. when you first looked up at him, you smiled. you greeted him warmly, as though he were a friend… though it’s only been a little while of knowing you, lovino feels like he’s been infatuated with you forever. since the dawn of time, even, just him and you — not that he ever gives voice to such things. at least not while you’re working.
— one day, three days precisely after your last shift for the vargas’, you get a text from an unknown number. a long spiel from some stranger about how deeply in love they were with you. how you were beyond words, so casually ethereal. un angelo, they had called you. an angel. sent to earth, they claimed in their message, to remind man of what true beauty was. it was creepy… but oddly poetic. and you were too kind to not reply. you hearted the message (first mistake) before sending back “thank you :)” (second mistake). nothing else. it’s not a lot. but it’s enough.
— enough that lovino decides to find your home address. and any information he can about your family. and any past relationships, the make and model of your current car, your old schools, your favorite restaurants, your typical sleep schedule — no stone is left unturned, and yet he still finds you to be an enigma. you’re… kind. not just nice, not just sweet, but kind. in a world full of cruelty and bastards, you’re kind. un angelo, a real one, vargas swears.
— he sends you romantic messages often, after that. they read more like poetry than texts and he sometimes asks if you for your opinion on certain lines. lovino feels some guilt for bothering you like this, for taking up your time. but that guilt is always gone as soon as he notices you’ve replied again.
— things gets intimate (for him. creepy for you) quickly. there’s a shift as he starts messaging you about cute things you did that day or an outfit you may have worn. it becomes clear that he’s actively watching you. “it’s only to keep you safe, i swear,” he promises after you confront him over text, “i’m too dirty to ever touch you, i know that. i want to protect you instead. i’ll be your guardian, il mio angelo.”
TW⚠️:Bad grammar, rushed writing, messy plotline, Mention of Spain once, Feliciano will be at the end of chapter but no dialogue, More lean into a platonic relationship but still can be viewed as romance relationship between the reader and Romano, Gender neutral reader, Romano deranged himself. Idk what else to add.
☾𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃☽
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Lovino just minding his own business when he heard someone talking a about you taking a vacation in South Italy for two week. And that information gets him all hyped up. This is a great news for him. Literally, he didn't sleep that night as he making plans what actives to do together. Oh! Or he can show you traditional Italian cuisine and maybe eating them together with you.
'𝘈𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵... 𝘐-𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵. 𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥.' Yeah... He did not get that beauty sleep but even so, he still feel refreshed after he only slept for 5 hours.
Finding you were very easy. Of course it was easy, he literally wait for you outside the airport. You both may don't really know each other that well but he is determined to make you loves South Italy so he can brag about it to his little brother and maybe even to his little friends.
He may be a coward and not talented like his grandfather and even used to be lazy when he was a child but doesn't mean he can't try to be useful. Sure, leaving the past behind is no easy task, so changing will be a bit difficult with his indifferent and abrasive personality. But he do want to change and he did, he's not that lazy anymore. It's a slow process that he willing to take.
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𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛... ◉
It's supposed to be a calming vacation, not... Whatever this is. "Mr. Romano, I do appreciate your kindness but don't you have anything to do? Something more... Important?" You do love the attention but the kind of attention you get from him is... Yeah... Flirty kind of attention is nice but you don't need that kind of attention when all you do is trying to relax from your duty as a micro country.
"I'm just doing my job as your tour guide, Mio caro." You have heard many rumors about him. A timid, stubborn and a vulgar man yet very friendly and flirty toward a women. That's the infamous Mr. Lovino Vargas for you. You don't hate him nor like him, your feelings toward him is all natural.
"Now let's go eat something first, we can't walk around with an empty stomach. We could eat something like Zingara or if you prefer something sweet we can eat some Sfogliatelle ricce."
"That's sound good... Maybe later, I want to eat something else."
"Something else?"
"Hmm. I really want to try some Cannoli and frolle."
"Aha! I see! Then let's go and get those. I know where to get a very authentic Cannoli and frolle. Just trust me!" There he goes with his unlimited energy. Maybe it's not that bad for him to be your tour guide, at least you know you won't get scammed or become bored in the middle of the tour.
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𝙵𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛... ◉
Surprisingly, both of you really click well. You grow to love his energy. You notice this past few day that he is very protective. Not in a bad way of course and thanks to him, you got some souvenir and it was pretty cheap too.
Right now both of you in the beach. Walking near the shoreline of the beach, just talking about random stuff but then the conversation turn... Something more sensitive but the way he talks about it just seems... Off. His voice is loud and the word of choice is very degrading.
"Pft- I used to be a lazy good for nothing older brother. I was so useless that even before I can clean Spain house, everything around me just broken."
"..."
"I can't fight, can't clean and can't paint like my little brother. Hell, I don't even look like my grandfather. I'm basically a fucking disgrace. But hey, at least I can clean a house without ruining the house now. AHAHAHA!"
the force laughter is very visible. If you look from a distance, you probably will think he was bragging about something. But you noticed how his voice falter for a second when he say 'grandfather' as if he already failed as his grandchild. How his body language is more rigid than when he was flustered.
You didn't know how to comfort him. You never that active socializing with the other countries besides your secretary and your own people. All you could do is giving him a place to escape just like how he welcomed you with open arm. "You can always visit me. I, myself don't have that many friend."
"Haaah? Are you being for real right now? Well, shit don't mind if I do."
At least that day end with a newly form of friendship between the two of you. And of course, Lovino is with his little brother, Feliciano. Bragging about you, showing a picture that he take of you (with your permission, of course) enjoying SOUTH ITALY beauty. "HAH! LOOK AT THIS FELICIANO, THEY COME HERE AND MAKE ME THEIR TOUR GUIDE! ME!"
Feliciano just watch his brother bragging about you with his signature stupid, wide smile. He just happy that his brother got a friend. Feliciano know how rough Lovino personality can get since Lovino never really let just anyone near him, yet you stay and even manage to befriend Lovino. That's all Feliciano want.
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A/N:AHHHH, FINISHED!!! it's take longer than I thought. The part two of my Japan x reader will probably be on next Wednesday. Probably? Idk. (〃＾▽＾〃)o
Romano with a scenario that goes similar to, imagine like a ghost suddenly getting attached to him, it doesnt need to be romantic or platonic, hell it doesnt even need to have a label. They feel attached to the country and now is stick to him whenever he goes!
Did my request even make sense? Idk, i just want to see you write it and bc i like your writting and im you n1 fan!!
Welp~ see ya when i finish brainstorming my own ideas fo rmy own requests yk?
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Interesting prompt you got there Star.... I'll do my best.
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Stuck With You
Was walking down a dark alley smart? Not really. All you remember is trying to stay out of sight as you hurried along, trying to get back to your hotel without being stopped by anyone. Then something hit your head, you fell, and things went black for a little while. Now you're so disconnected from your body that it doesn't matter much anymore. You don't know how long you had to wait for someone to find your body. All you could do was float in the alleyway trying to scream to get someone's attention, which didn't work. No one could see you waving, no one could hear your pleas, nothing.
The rain felt so much colder now that it was simply seeping through your spirit. Lovino just happened to come upon your body by chance; he'd heard what he thought to be crying before he found you face down on the ground. He was revolted, at first thinking you were a drunk who had passed out in the alley. Him nudging you with his foot and yelling at you to get up did nothing, which unnerved him.
"Oi, bastard! Get up! You're going to catch something in this weather!"
He let out a few 'chigis' before eventually leaning down, putting two fingers against your neck, trying to feel around for your pulse. Your skin was ice cold under his touch, and when he flipped your body over, your eyes were dull. He was unnerved that he'd found a corpse, but he couldn't help but feel bad for you. This wasn't exactly the best place to lose your life. He crossed himself with his fingers slowly before closing your eyes himself.
".....This isn't a place for anyone to die alone."
"Yeah, you're telling me, and you aren't even the dead one here." You huff, standing right next to him while he is still knelt over your body. He made no indication he'd even heard you, which you'd expected.
From the corner of his eye, he could've sworn he saw someone standing next to him, but when he turned his head, he saw nothing. He rubbed at his eyes and wrote it off as his mind playing tricks on him.
"Hey! I caught that! Did you see me?! Hello?!"
You still got nothing out of him while floating around him and screaming at him to try to get his attention again. He puts in a call to the authorities as you're still waving a hand in his face and flying through him, sending a chill through his spine, causing him to shiver.
"I want to report a body in the alleyways of the south side of Matera."
The flashing lights of emergency vehicles appeared within a good five minutes. It is a little hard for some of the larger vehicles to get through some of the more narrow alleyways in the area. People flooded into the alley: police, paramedics, investigators. There were dozens of people looking at your corpse, asking Lovino questions. Did he know you? In what state did he find your body? Did he move your body in any way?
You suddenly lost all humanity. It'd set in hard and really fast. You were no longer you, you were 'the body.' Just something to be handled with care, cut open, and eventually buried after they figured out who you were. No one knew you here. it'd been a bad choice even trying to travel in the first place. Now your body would be send back home in a box while your spirit remained.
"I only moved them to make sure they were dead and not just drunk."
He waited for the police to show up before giving his statement and leaving like he was supposed to. He wasn't aware that he'd be taking you home with him.
You stopped screaming when the tug of whatever force was keeping you stuck to Lovino brought you all the way through town and into the passenger seat of his car. He didn't see you open it, but he certainly saw that it was open after you were already sitting down.
"What the fuck?"
"Do you always swear like that?" At this point, you didn't care if you were having a one-sided conversation with him. The rain was getting into his car's interior, so he walked around the front of his car to close it himself.
"I could've sworn that was closed just a second ago."
"Oh, right, sorry. Here." You close the door right in front of him just as a cold gust of wind hit his back. He could write it off because the wind was strong, but he couldn't figure out how it had opened.
The car ride seemed to span on forever, even with the music he put on.
"Hey, where are we going? Your home?"
His phone started to buzz in his pocket like crazy.
"Ooooo, is that your girlfriend?"
"Stupid brother, can't you call me at normal hours?! Suffer, you bastard. I'm driving. You can wait another five minutes."
"Oh, your brother's calling? How would you know that if you don't pull it out of your pocket? You must be close then..."
You keep talking to him until he pulls off into a rest stop to finally call his brother back, and you try to get up and phase through the car. You can't really get farther than ten steps away from his car until something jerks you back.
"Well, this sucks. I can't even give the guy privacy?" You say that, but you can hear him screaming through the thick metal of the vehicle.
"THIS IS WHY YOU CALL ME?! FOR ADVICE WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND?! YOU KNOW I HATE THAT GUY! STOP CALLING ME FOR THAT!"
"Damn. I mean, fair, but still..." You sit back down in his car, startling him by opening the car door once more and shutting it as you sit down. He's silent once more.
"I'm going to have to call you back, Feli..." His words were slow and measured, like he was trying to write away what he just saw. He hangs up the phone, slipping it back into his coat as he gets out of the car to check the door for damage, opening and closing the door a few times himself. He didn't want to think about it for very long. it had been way too long of a day for him in general.
"The door hinges must be loose... Yeah. Yeah, that must be it. Or the door handle is just broken..."
"Is this the way you cope with things you can't explain? Lie to yourself about things you know aren't possible? The car is just fine." You can't help but lean forward to touch him. You put a hand right through his chest, making him almost wince and jump backwards.
"Shit, it's cold out here..."
"Keep telling yourself that."
"I just need to get home. Got to get home before I end up with frostbite. Stupid little brother... making me stop my car in the middle of this storm."
"Pretty sure I'll be making your house cold too. At least, that's what ghost-related media always told me."
The entire drive back to what you assume is home is tense silence while the music of his car radio turns into white noise the longer you tune it out. You're too busy just staring at him, trying to figure him out.
"You're a curious case. It makes me wonder what's actually wrong with you…"
His home was quaint, a bit small for what you would have assumed to be a family home. Of course, Lovino's brother was a cause for a headache since the minute Lovino got in the door. Feliciano was already crying, and Lovino was absolutely not having it.
"What?! What's your fucking problem now?!"
"He dumped me!" The sorrowful look on his brother's face made him actually freeze. It was real pain for once, not just being scared of something like every other time.
"What-"
"Oh shit, this might be my new favorite soap opera. Please give me details, please, please keep talking, you adorable little man." You just cheered in the background since it was the best entertainment you've had since dying.
"What do you mean he dumped you?! Is he stupid?!"
"He said he found someone else... he wouldn't even look me in the eye while saying it. He didn't even tell me who."
"Ohhhhh, oh no, that's cold. Did he cheat while they were together? Was the guy two-timing and just couldn't keep up a double life? Did he get someone pregnant? I want to know!" You're honestly glad that neither man could hear what you were saying. Being excited for the details of Feliciano's now-ended relationship might get you in trouble with both of them if they could.
"I knew I hated that guy for a good reason. I told you. I told you that guy wasn't good for you, and you wouldn't listen to me!"
"Don't tell him that! What's wrong with you, Lovino?!"
Feliciano just continued to cry, rubbing at his red eyes while he was being scolded. Eventually, Lovino actually hugged his brother and tried to calm him down.
"Seeing you all gross like this pisses me off. I hope that guy falls off a cliff. If he shows up here again, I'll give him a real piece of my mind."
"You really suck at comforting people."
"You'll be okay. You'll find someone better for you, someone much better than that fucking moron."
"Real original, Lovino. I'm sure Feliciano hasn't heard that a thousand times from friends already."
You just float around the two, making the room temperature plummet by complete accident. Feliciano feels it first, then Lovino. They're both soon shivering violently.
"Feliciano, did you mess with the thermostat?"
"No, I haven't touched it. I swear!"
"It's like a fucking freezer in here!" As if on cue the lights start flickering, you weren't sure if that was because of you or the storm messing with a power station. It sure as hell got the brothers to freak out regardless.
"We're being haunted!" Feliciano cried that out while cowering, running to bury himself under the blanket on the couch.
"It's because of the storm, you idiot! Like hell we'd be haunted..." Lovino says that, and you snicker to yourself.
"This guy doesn't even know."
The storm does actually end up knocking the power out, much to the annoyance of the brothers you were staying with. You watch the two of them get ready and go to their rooms, Lovino saying something about Feliciano needing to learn to sleep by himself even if he was scared. It gives you the feeling that his brother is used to being babied.
You can't help but check on Feliciano first , as seeing him in such a pitiful state just makes you want to pet his head. You phase right through the door and into his room, only illuminated by the occasional lightning strike. The storm is raging in the background as you mutter reassurances to Feliciano, even though you know he wouldn't hear you.
"You're going to be alright. I'll curse that guy for dumping you, okay? You're sweet enough to find a real relationship anyway. I can feel it. You'll make someone really happy. I promise you that."
You hum a tune as you walk away, and you hear a faint "thank you" that makes you freeze in place.
"You heard me?"
You don't turn around since you don't get a response.He'd fallen asleep on you after hearing you. It was enough to make you a little mad, but you can't exactly complain at the moment. You float over to Lovino's room next, making the door creak loudly, which makes him bolt up in bed. The lightning hit at just the right time to make it so Lovino saw you in the doorway. It caused Lovino to panic and throw something at you and start screaming.
"FELI , CALL THE COPS! SOMEONE'S IN THE HOUSE!" With every lightning strike, you moved closer just to scare the hell out of him. The screaming didn't stop when he moved to hit you, and his fist went right through you instead.
It caused the screaming to fade as the confusion settled in , and you sat on the edge of his bed as Feliciano came running into the room with a bat, shaking and seeing you too. He swung, but it went right through you too. He swings but it went right through you too.
"You guys can't hit a wandering spirit. Surely you know that. You're stuck with me."
The rest of the night for the brothers was mostly them cowering in the corner until morning came. You were still there even then. It's then that Lovino recognizes you.
"You're that dead person I found in the alley!"
"YOU FOUND A DEAD BODY?!" Feliciano squeaks that out, sounding more scared than disgusted.
"Yeah, that was me. Something weird happened when you touched my body. Even the prayer you did before closing my eyes seemed to work with keeping me from becoming attached to you."
"Feliciano, call a priest."
"Woah, woah, let's not get hasty here!" They didn't listen, rushing to call a priest to get rid of you as soon as possible. You listen to the priest's babbling, sit through the incense burnings, holy water being thrown at you, and listen to the guy read verses to try to get you to ascend instead. Nothing worked because the priest was blessing the house and not Lovino himself. You simply drift over into the next room and wait for the 'blessing' to be done with. Then you drift back into the room with the brothers.
"Is he gone?"
"Dammit, why aren't you gone?!" Lovino sounded exasperated already.
