Gone soft, my king? (Hetalia Tsunotalia! AU Ivan Braginsky X Reader)
(MDNI! NSFW!)
(cw: Bondage but with Ivan’s magic ice powers, running away and being caught, mirror sex)
The Grand Hall of Frostfall was silent, save for the soft crunch of footsteps across enchanted snow-crystal tiles. Demon lords lined the icy walls, horned heads bowed or watching with veiled eyes. You stood proudly beside Ivan’s throne, cloaked in velvet the color of midnight, your crown glinting with amethyst fire. Ivan towered beside you, one hand resting on his obsidian scepter, the other idly tracing along the edge of your spine, possessive, protective, and… distracted.
You leaned into his touch with a lazy smirk. “You’ve been very gentle with me lately, my king.”
The court stilled. His hand paused.
“Have I?” he said, voice low.
You tilted your head innocently. “Some of them are starting to think you’ve gone soft. All that doting, the gifts, the late nights where the only thing you conquer is my attention…”
There it was. That flicker in his lavender eyes. The crack in the mask. The frost creeping up the columns flared with sudden brightness.
“I see,” he said, voice like snow beneath bootsteps. “Perhaps I’ve let my affection become… mistaken for weakness.”
You shrugged, still smiling. “You know how demons gossip.”
He turned to the court. “Leave us.”
The air shifted. In one collective inhale, the lords vanished in swirls of fog and feathered shadow. The moment the last one disappeared, Ivan stepped off the dais. And you ran. A blink, a laugh, your velvet cloak fluttering behind you as you darted through the icy hallways, giddy, wicked, knowing exactly what you’d awakened. The halls rang with your laughter. You ran fast, but not fast enough.
You barely made it past the frozen garden when he appeared behind you in a flash of cold wind, his magic curling like claws around your waist. His arms snapped around you, lifting you off your feet with a growl so low it vibrated against your spine.
“You think this is a game?” he rasped, dragging you back, his grip bruising. “You run from me? After mocking me in front of them?”
You squirmed, your breath hitching as he shoved you face-first against a smooth obsidian column, one of the castle’s old pillars etched with ancient vows of war and desire. His hand fisted your hair, yanking your head back.
“I should fuck you right here. Against the cold stone, like the little brat you are.”
Your only reply was a gasp and that was all he needed. With a wave of his hand, magic shackled your wrists, binding you high above your head. Not soft this time, tight, glowing, biting into your skin like a lover’s teeth. You moaned.
“Dirty little thing,” he hissed, his voice all gravel and need. “You act like a queen, but you’re just aching to be ruined.”
He kicked your legs apart with a snarl and pressed himself against you from behind, grinding into the curve of your ass through the sheer silk you wore under your gown. You felt how hard he was. How gone he was.
“Tell me to stop,” he growled.
You didn’t. So he didn’t. What followed wasn’t courtly. It wasn’t romantic. It was carnal. Punishing. Addictive. He tore your gown open with one clawed hand, growling when the fabric gave way beneath his strength. His lips were on your neck, your shoulders, your back- biting, sucking, leaving marks like he was branding you with every inch. Every thrust was brutal. Pushing you into the stone, your breath fogging against the cold, your moans echoing off the cathedral ceiling like prayers. You were half-aware of the runes glowing around you. Ancient, sacred ones, but they blurred under the haze of pleasure and pain.
“Mine,” he growled again and again, each time deeper, each time harsher. “Say it.”
“Yours,” you gasped. “I’m yours- fuck… Ivan-!”
“That’s right. Only mine. Only I make you scream like this. Only I get to see you come undone.”
By the time he finished with you, your knees were shaking, your throat was hoarse, and your body was trembling from too many orgasms to count. He undid the magic restraints and caught you before you could fall, holding you tight.
“You drive me mad,” he murmured to you in the dark. “And I would burn the whole world for the chance to fuck you eveyday.”
The cold barely registered anymore. Your body was limp, trembling, still slick and marked from the first round against the pillar. The snowy garden shimmered under the moonlight, but Ivan only had eyes for you, his lover, his queen, his masterpiece in disarray. His hands slid beneath your thighs, and he lifted you effortlessly, bridal-style. But his grip was bruising. Possessive. Raw.
“You shouldn’t run from me,” he murmured, voice low and still drunk on lust. “Now look what you’ve done. I can’t stop.”
You didn’t want him to.He kicked the chamber doors open, stepping into your shared quarters where a roaring fireplace cast flickering light across the stone walls. The scent of cedar, spice, and sin clung to the air. He dropped to his knees beside the bed, laying you down with a gentleness that didn’t match the burning hunger in his eyes.
“You look divine like this,” he whispered, brushing damp hair from your face. “But I’m not done.”
He stood, unfastened his armor, his robes, until he was bare, massive, sculpted, fangs bared, horns glowing faintly violet in the firelight. Then he turned your head toward the mirror. He pressed you against the glass. Your hands braced on the cold surface, his chest flush against your back, his mouth dragging open kisses down your neck. Your breath fogged the mirror with each gasp.
“Look at yourself,” he hissed. “So ruined. So perfect.”
You did and the sight made your knees weaken. Hair wild. Lips red. Neck marked. Body covered in love bites and bruises from his grip. You looked debauched. Owned. Worshipped. His cock slid between your thighs, already hard again, rubbing slow and deliberate until you whimpered. His hand fisted your hair, yanking your head up.
“No, no hiding. Eyes open, my love. Watch.”
And then he pushed in again, slow and deliberate, stretching you wide as your reflection shattered in pleasure.
“See how well you take me?” he whispered, voice like a growl against your skin. “So eager. So fucking wet. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be filled like this again and again until you forget your name and remember only mine.”
Each thrust forced you forward, your body pressing harder into the mirror, your voice bouncing off the walls in cries of his name.
“Ivan! Please…”
“Please what?” he snarled, moving deeper, rougher, his hand sliding down your belly to where you were pulsing and desperate. “You want me to stop?”
“No!” you sobbed.
“Then tell me again. Who do you belong to?”
“You! Fuck- I belong to you!”
“That’s right,” he growled, burying himself fully as you shattered around him, “My queen, my ruin, my fucking soul.”
He didn’t stop until your legs gave out, until your reflection in the mirror was a hazy, moaning mess of sweat, tears, and bliss. And even then, he pulled you into bed. Chest to chest, mouth to mouth, his arms wrapped around you like chains of velvet and frost.
“You’re mine,” he murmured sleepily against your shoulder. “Forever. Until your body breaks and your soul belongs to me in every realm.”
And you? You kissed his bruised lips and whispered, “Then break me again tomorrow.”
Ivan only responded with a smirk and a soft laugh.
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@hetalia-polyship-week
Day 4: Supernatural
Ship: Arthur Kirkland x Elizabeth i (reincarnated) x Alfred F. Jones
Co written with: @phantom-wolf
Summary: Alfred has been enjoying the other half of his nature with his two loves in their domain. But when Alfred breaks his leg as a bull, Arthur and Elizabeth are forced to encourage him to do the one thing they fear most of all. The one thing they made him promise to never do after they had witnessed the slaughter of their kind. Interact with the human world.
Ship: Arthur Kirkland x Elizabeth i (reincarnated) x Alfred F. Jones
Co written with: @the-engdyssey
Summary: Having been in human form many times before, Arthur and Elizabeth caution Alfred, a inexperienced and younger shifter against recklessly shifting to his human form with a story.
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Hello! I'll try to take some requests so if you want me to draw smthng hetalia related, feel free to ask me! I won't be drawing anything too NSFW or related to a fetish. AUs are welcome!
I'll also try to not reject any ships... and I'll let you know if I decide not to complete your request so that at least you know 😅
I want to make fanart for this fandom but it's hard for me to come up with ideas atm bc I'm so stressed with school
