#waleseng

[queerava]

some baby mayuge bros + ireland and weiei

[loserkechi]

was on a uk bros kick recently

[fireandspiceland]

"theyre cousins but thats not really really incest"

I dont at all disagree it's 100% true but thats hilarious phrasing lol

What are your top incest ships though or pairs you think are or arent incest others might not expect?

answering this today cause 1 August 2025 marks the day that you cannot marry your cousin in my country anymore. true end of the habsburg era.

anyway. lol thank you XD having grown up with the knowledge of the technical possibility of being able to marry one of my cousins I never really thought of that as incest (especially because I see my cousins like twice a year so we aren't super close, almost like siblings like a lot of people I know).

anyway. here we go! my top incest and "incest" ships:

WalesEng: I'm not sure I saw this ship anywhere before I talked about it as a side pairing for a ScotEng scenario so it feels like I've been there since the beginning of the ship (though I might not actually have been). I've been into Stridercest ever since I read homestuck and WalesEng has DirkDave energy ❤️

UkUs: "Eww you can't ship england and america they are father and son/brothers!!1!1!" okay fuck you I ship them even if they are related. bitch. America and his overprotective yet emotionally unavailalbe daddy? England and his little brother that is a little too clingy? so many great possibilities! 💚

CanAme: Or AmeCan, but personally I prefer top!Canada for this ship. It's nice when he gets to be the dominant part in this often very unbalanced powerplay of a brotherly relationship. I also love the nyo version of this ship or mixing up the male x fem characters. Or shipping all four of them with each other. 🧡

ScotEng: Let's be real, neon got me into that one and I don't regret it. Though I recently discovered the joy of big brother Scot with his little minx of a sister nyo!Eng and I'm obsessed with that flavour of ScotEng. 🩵

NorIce: I always thought they are cute, but then I read a fic where Denmark, Norway, and Sweden are cousins who are basically a polycule (though Sweden bring in his boyfriend Finland who is on it too hehe) and Iceland as Norway's brother is their cousin too but no (yet) in on their little orgies. but Norway very much ends up fantasising about what if he is. Love big brother Nor. 💜

FraMona: Depends on how you see their relationship if this is proper incest, but I do ship France x Monaco. She's so fun as a character to me and I love seeing a ladylike-seeming girl like her tormenting the hell out of a horny bastard like France. 💛

BritEng: This is extremely niche. I think there are two people out there who ship this and I am one of them - Britannia x England. aka England x his mum. I don't remember if we see Britannia in canon, the ship is based on my friend's OC who you can imagine to look somewhat like Christina Hendrix if that helps. She's a hot milf/cougar who loves boys. And boys love her. Also for additional fun I sometimes throw Wales or Scot into this too. 🩷

I also like some other (potential) incest ships like Itacest, some 1p x 2p ships (like for England or Italy) and then there's also Benelux, FACE, Nordics, UK as a polycule. Possibilties and creativity are endless with so many characters in hetalia and so many ambiguous ways to interpret the relationship between characters!

[kimricari]

I’m alive. I haven’t drawn in a long while. So this is only a sketch that is full of mistakes since I don’t normally draw characters interacting 😃

Wanted to have Wales sort of just suddenly grab him and have England be happy knowing it’s him 😊

[fireandiceland]

OH MY GOD ENGLAND AND WALES CONTENT THIS WILL BE EVERYTHING I TALK ABOUT FOR THE NEXT WEEK 💚❤️

[hetakinkmemeblog]

Prompt fill 113

Magical Endeavour

Request: #113

Pairing: WalesEng

Prompt: England getting teased about his body so he drunkenly enchants clay so that however he sculpts a figure/doll, his body changes to match the doll. Wales finds it and decides to make his brother into a horny sex pet. Animal up to writer, as long as it's a mammal, but I like cow, cat, pig, dog, and bunny people most

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It had been a drunken ramble. Insecurity coming to the surface after alcohol melted away Arthur’s filter. Or so Dylan thought. But the next morning, he found his brother passed out on the floor of their magic lair, pantless, only a dress shirt covering him and a lump of clay beside him. Dylan knew that was no ordinary clay.

He cradled the clay in his hands. So much power right there. He looked over to Arthur all curled up and fast asleep. Like a little kitten.

Dylan had an idea. He rubbed the clay until it was nice and warm. Even the slightest touch seemed to affect Arthur as he whimpered in his sleep. Dylan couldn’t help but chuckle at the reactions. He was already so cute. And Dylan was only going to make him cuter.

For the next half-hour, he carved away at the clay, sculpting it perfectly with his magic until he had a small replica of Arthur except he had added cat ears, whiskers, and a tail. His creation finally complete, he looked over to Arthur to see if he had really transformed.

Arthur lay sprawled out, cheeks flushed and whiskered, cat ears protruding from his head, and a fluffy tail protruding from his lower back.

Dylan smirked, licking his lips hungrily. He murmured his own enchantment into the clay to add a bit more fun. Arthur’s cock sprung up, fully erect. Now he was perfect.

Arthur slowly opened his eyes, cracks of green exposed. He rolled onto his stomach and stretched out his arms, thrusting his butt into the air tail swaying slightly like a cat just awoken from its nap. He stood on all fours, stretching each leg before realizing just how hard he was. Arthur whined, crawling over to where Dylan was seated, rubbing his cheek against his knee.

“Awww…What a cute little kitten you make,” he cooed, scratching Arthur behind his cat ears. Arthur purred slightly butting his head further into Dylan’s hand. “And so affectionate. Maybe I should do this more often.”

Arthur whimpered again, eyes looking up at Dylan, hazy and pleading.

“You can still use your words, can’t you pet?” Dylan asked, scratching Arthur’s chin. Arthur’s purrs only grew louder, eyes fluttering closed, inhibition melting away.

“Please…Please, Master. Fuck me.”

The ‘Master’ was a nice touch he wasn't expecting. “Oh? Well, I think you have to do something for me first.”

Arthur tilted his head, eyes blinking slowly.

Dylan unbuckled his pants, pulling them and his underwear down letting his half-hard cock free. “Suck,” he commanded.

Arthur bit his lip, staring at the cock in front of him.

“Come now, be a good boy,” Dylan pressed gently.

Arthur licked his lips, positioning himself between Dylan's legs. He looked good there. Hands curling into Arthur’s hair, he pulled him closer. Arthur opened his mouth, tongue jutting out slightly as he took the tip of Dylan’s cock into his mouth.

Even his tongue felt like a cat's. A little coarse, but it felt good when it circled around Dylan's dick. He couldn't help but gasp, throwing his head back as his pet worked up and down his shaft. So the rumours he heard whispered amongst gossiping nations were true. Arthur had quite the talented mouth when you got him to shut up and take it.

Arthur licked along the underside of Dylan’s cock before finally taking the whole thing in his mouth. That new tongue was quite the sensation. At this rate, he wasn’t going to last long. He pushed Arthur away. Arthur looked up, tongue still hanging out, a bit of drool trickling out of the corner of his mouth.

Dylan smiled, thumbing away the drool, cradling Arthur’s jaw, admiring his pet’s honest, lust-filled expression. “So cute,” he mused, “Now for your reward.”

Arthur’s ears twitched, pupils widening.

Dylan patted his lap, and Arthur immediately jumped into it. Straddling his lap, Arthur couldn’t hold back anymore, grinding against Dylan's leg. Desperate for any kind of stimulation. Like he was in heat. If it was possible, it only turned Dylan on more.

“Now Now…Patience pet,” Dylan chastised, gripping Arthur’s hips firmly. “I don’t want to break you after all. At least not yet.”

Arthur’s dick twitched. Dylan smirked. “I suppose they don’t call you the ‘Erotic Ambassador’ for nothing, my pervy pet. You like it rough don’t you?”

The Brit just mewled.

Dylan gripped his hair tight, tugging him closer. Arthur let out a pained cry.

“Use your words,” Dylan demanded, whispering low in his ear.

“Yes.”

“Good. But I still need to prepare you. Fetch me the lube. I know you hide some in here.”

Arthur hung his head, cheeks flushing even darker as he climbed off Dylan’s lap. Even in this state, some of Arthur’s core personality still lingered. And Dylan wouldn’t have it any other way. An embarrassed Arthur was a cute Arthur. He grabbed a small vile from one of the usually locked drawers.

“Prepare yourself for me,” Dylan continued, “And make a show of it.”

Arthur bit his lip but eagerly obeyed. He poured the lube over his fingers, resting his other hand on Dylan’s shoulder to steady himself as he worked himself open. Eyes fluttered closed, jaw hung open in a soundless moan, head thrown back. It was a beautiful sight.

The Welshman couldn’t help but bite down on Arthur’s exposed neck. Arthur let out another cry, nails digging into Dylan’s shoulder. It was a delicious stab that went straight to Dylan’s groin. Feeling impatient, he pulled his pet back down onto his lap.

Arthur gasped, instinctively removing his fingers.

Dylan caressed Arthur’s chin. “Now it's time for my pet’s reward.”

He laid Arthur down on the couch gently. He threw Arthur’s legs over his shoulder. Stealing some of the lube, he lathered up his cock and pressed in hard and fast. Arthur arched up, eyes flying open, a tight scream escaping his throat.

“Easy…Easy darling,” Dylan hushed, rubbing Arthur’s hips gently.

Arthur whimpered, short pants huffing out, eyes clenched closed. Perhaps he had gone in a little too rough.

Dylan leaned forward, capturing Arthur’s lips in a soothing kiss. Lips parted slightly, licking at his bottom lip. Arthur mewled into it, arms wrapping tightly around Dylan’s neck, pulling him deeper into him. Dylan groaned, feeling his brother tighten around him, pulling him in.

He gave an experimental thrust into Arthur’s tight hole. Slow, wanting to make sure Arthur was ready. Arthur moaned breathily, bucking his hips desperately.

Dylan chuckled, holding down Arthur’s hips. “Use your words pet.”

“Move. Movemovemovemove.”

“Manners.”

“Please,” Arthur cried desperately, “P-Please move.”

How could Dylan deny such a polite request? He snapped his hips fast, pressing into Arthur even further. He set a relentless pace knowing just how much his little pet liked it rough. He claimed Arthur’s lips hungrily, thrusting his tongue into his mouth and laying claim. He may have seen himself as a patient man, but who could wait when such a delectable little thing was laid before them all red and hazy-eyed?

Arthur licked at Dylan’s invasive tongue, almost literally drinking him in, nails jabbing into Dylan’s neck.

“Such a needy little thing,” Dylan cooed, pressing a kiss to Arthur’s forehead. He pressed Arthur’s legs into his chest, thrusting in even deeper. In and out in quick succession, causing Arthur to scream incoherently, tongue hanging out, drooling, tears pricking along his lashes. Dylan never noticed just how long they were until now. “Beautiful…”

Arthur kept tightening around him, and though he was as deep as he could be, Arthur’s hole kept pulling him in.

“What a greedy kitten I have,” Dylan whispered, “But I wouldn’t have it any other way. Taking me so good.”

Arthur just moaned, his mind melted beyond words.

He could make this go on, deny Arthur release. And in any other circumstance, he would. But his was new for both of them. He wasn’t going to be too cruel now.

“Now be a good kitten and come for me.” Dylan reached between Arthur’s legs, giving his neglected cock a few firm strokes that finally gave his pet the release he had been craving. He came with a breathy cry of Dylan’s name.

Such a wonderful sound. Dylan picked up his speed even more, thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own pleasure. Arthur twitched around him, overstimulated, while the rest of his body melted into the couch.

Dylan murmured half-complete praises, so close, panting hard. His grip on Arthur’s hips, bruising. Arthur gasped and moaned softly.

Finally, Dylan came, biting hard on Arthur’s neck. It would surely leave a mark for a few days, but in the heat of the moment, Dylan didn’t care.

He pulled out, sitting back and admiring the mess he made of his little brother. He caressed Arthur’s face gently, thumbing away tears. Arthur leaned into the touch. Fingers trailed down to the bite mark. Arthur winced.

“Sorry love…I got a little carried away.”

“You think?" Arthur finally grumbled, "What the fuck did you do to me?”

Ah, there was his fierceness. He had almost missed it even though he enjoyed seeing Arthur more docile.

“Just…experimenting…with that clay of yours.”

“Clay–Wait shit. D-Did I really…”

Dylan giggled and got up to collect the clay. “Mhm. Don’t worry I didn’t do anything too crazy, just the cat ears and tail.”

Arthur’s cat ears pulled back, eyes narrowing.

“Don’t give me that look, Arthur…You enjoyed it, didn’t you? Having your inhibition taken away, letting yourself enjoy being thoroughly fucked and taken care of without that pesky ego of yours getting in the way of our fun.”

Arthur pouted, huffing as he crossed his arms. “M-Maybe…but…”

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. I want to keep this side of you to myself after all.”

“Jealous bastard.”

Dylan just smiled, pulling Arthur onto his lap again. He was met with no fight. “Maybe…But you’re just as so. And you like when I'm possessive.”

“Just shut up,” Arthur growled, pressing a heated kiss against Dylan’s lips. Dylan melted into it, parting his lips slightly, deepening the kiss. Arthur whimpered slightly, cock hardening once more.

“Someone seems to want another round.”

“Just get to it.”

"With pleasure. I won't go so easy on you this time."

Arthur smirked as he was laid on the couch again. "Do your worst."

[veetyuh]

I think that Dylan & Arthur would probably be one of the stronger relationships in the weird web that is my idea of the UK polycule. Barely coherent headcanon rambling below.

It's a relationship that started with abuse from when Dylan hexed the ever-loving fuck out of Arthur in their youth, and followed swiftly by Dylan getting fucking conquered. So now they're forced to be together, and... unlike being resentful and contrarian like Alistair, Dylan rolls with it. Gets to know Arthur. Makes up for his previous shortcomings by turning into a model older brother. After he's conquered, Connor and Alistair view him with warm memories, but he's "too far gone." A disconnect that still kind of remains. Meanwhile Dylan still loves them as much as he used to, but he's much closer to Arthur -- even though Arthur is technically his owner. Definitely some elements of Stockholm syndrome. But the thought of him redeeming himself over the course of centuries and becoming someone Arthur can really rely on and confide in, is just so fucking good. With angst for seasoning -- Dylan still feels terribly guilty about abusing him as a kid, and is insecure about Arthur relying on others more than him. Equal parts jealous and worried that he isn't doing a good enough job. Arthur, meanwhile, feels comfortable enough around Dylan to not hold back on some of his more unhinged thoughts, and when he isn't well, or having a meltdown, he'll say or do the most heinous shit and expect Dylan to be in his corner, because Dylan is always in his corner. Which is hard to navigate, because it takes a lot to talk a narcissist like Arthur down from something without making him feel completely betrayed. But after centuries of practice, Dylan knows how to do it... Most of the time. +90% of their relationship is good and functional, and they get a lot of comfort and support from each other. So the fluff potential is off the charts, too.

There's so many facets to the relationship that it can work with pretty much any view of their sexual dynamics -- I'm a big proponent of versatile Arthur rights so naturally I can think of 1,000 different scenarios. 🥺 God I wish I was better at anatomy, they'd be fun to draw. Not that I could post the good shit here. 🙄

[spicykat9]

England Ai really likes rope. And chairs. And tying people to them. And rendering his brothers to flustered messes.

Ah yes...Sounds like Arthur. He loves tying up his partners.

Again though, I really think Arthur is the bratty sub to doms Dylan and Allie.