Art for a Patreon post!! Based off my Tomodachi Life post here,
The post below the cut for those interested, word-for-word:
By the way, here’s a reminder to 🎉 Click for Palestine!
Hello fireflies!!!
First of all, I'd like to say to everyone thank you so so much for continuing to support me despite the absence of any updates recently. I know it's been slow going for a few months now and I truly apologize for the lack of posts.
To put it briefly, I'm currently down to my last written prompt I need to finish before implementing them into Ren'Py to consider these commissions done. It'll be a good time to get used to coding in my scripts again! 🎮
But, more importantly, afterwards I'll be able to start working on the game once more after such a long break! I'm looking forward to writing again after stepping away and getting even more ideas so the story unfolds more organically in a way I hope feels better than my drafts!
Alongside dev work, I'll also be opening VGen commissions and an ACGoods Store to hopefully continue supporting myself as I keep going! I'll be limiting myself to one commission at a time moving forward, realizing my limitations and abilities now since opening Deer tier sketches for my Patreon two years ago hahaha. I plan to add more commission types and merch designs in the future, but that will be second priority!
Have some art for now, and have a nice day/evening/night! 💙💙
(Not canon, it's actually based off a Tomodachi Life post I shared here!)
a/n: this is my first time using tumblr…. forgiv me if mess this up somehow ^_^" anyway this is just general stuff….. i dont rly have any ideas for scenarios yet. also sorry if they seem repetitive
characters: japan, italy, germany, russia, china, canada, england, france, america, sweden (i'll probably do prussia, romano, and norway in the next few days)
cw: mentions of abuse, stalking, sh, general yan stuff
kiku honda 🇯🇵 japan
kiku is a stalker, at first anyway. something in you enamored him, kept him coming back for more, to satiate some curiosity he had inside of him. he was naturally investigative, and applied his knowledge for sight-seeing and photography to you, his blooming flower. he liked to appreciate the finer details of you and really understand you through and through. so much so that he forgot the big picture, that you were your own person. at some point, in his mind, you became this idealized set of traits that he knew and expected, and got a little lost whenever you deviated from them.
it was never his intention to hold you hostage, he was perfectly content with laying low and loving you from afar. but one day you figured him out, and he had to act quickly. he's actually pretty good under pressure, so whisking you away and framing it as a suicide or runaway was easy peasy lemon squeezy.
honestly, his main motivation in kidnapping you is just keeping you tied down. at the very least, he gets a more hands-on experience with his set-of-traits flower. he does slightly regret keeping you from society, but thats mostly because he doesn't get to see you move in your natural habitat anymore. everything you do now is swayed by your fear and hatred of him.
he keeps you fed, and obviously you're safe. i don't think he'd physically harm you if he didn't have to, he finds it brutish and cruel. he'd probably keep you chained to the floor, allowing you to move around the house. escape attempts would be met with a very hasty response to catch you before you stray too far. "punishments" would just be extended sensory deprivation. no light, no/very little food, no noise, and chained down fully. he'd keep you like that until you're scratching the walls and begging him to let you out.
he kinda sees you like a cat, and expects you to act like it. with cats, the more you try to force your love upon them, the harder they pull away. but if you leave them alone, they'll come to you and love you all the more. thats why kiku didn't really want to kidnap you in the first place. he wanted you to come to him, if at all. since that didn't work out, now he expects you to seek him out in his home, instead of coming to check on you, unless you've been rotting your room for too long.
feliciano vargas 🇮🇹 italy
he is just delusional. he fully believes that you guys were fated to be together, and that anything outside of this concept is horrible. he's had plenty of partners in the past, and when you made him feel different, made him feel something new and all-consuming, he just knew you two had to be together. feliciano would cling onto you tight, and throw a fit when you tell him to let go.
germany and japan tried to step in, to tell him that he was too attached to you and that it was some kind of disorder. but what do they know? they've never felt love like he's feeling it, they just don't get it.
should you try to leave him, whether physically or just cutting tethers, he would start bawling. he'll cling onto your legs, beg you not to leave him. really, he doesn't understand why you wound him so. if he loves you this much, there's no way you don't reciprocate. guilt-tripping is his first defense, but if he has to keep you locked up in his house to know where you are, so you don't tear away something beautiful, then he will. it really does hurt him to do so, especially when you cry about how much you miss your friends and family. but that's okay! just being around you makes him feel better, so he'll comfort you and kiss you on the head and hope to god that this is just a phase and that your true feelings will shine through eventually.
honestly, i couldn't really imagine him punishing you at all. he figures that because he truly loves you, he shouldn't do anything that would diminish the wonderful spark you have (though this puts him in a really weird moral dilemma when you beg him to let you go). if you escape, he'll lose his mind searching for you, even getting germany's (reluctant) help. once he has you back in his grasp, he'll just be happy to have you home.
i could imagine him showering you in gifts, trying anything desperately to get you to love him as much as he loves you. he's not good with rejection, so he begs and begs you to love him so he doesn't have to face it.
ludwig beilschmidt 🇩🇪 germany
germany is arguably one of the strictest nations on this list. at first, he didn't really understand his feelings for you. he knew that he liked you more than he liked other people, but couldn't figure out why or what to call that emotion. over months of almost dropping himself into your life unexpectedly and observing you (much like he did with italy), he eventually decided that what he felt was love.
he thought he could stop there. he figured that once he accepted it was love, things would progress naturally. he really never meant to let it get this bad, and at some point he stopped caring. he was so entranced by everything you did that he simply couldn't let you out of his sight. he knew he could fight, and he knew he was good at that, but if he couldn't keep an eye on you at all times, how could he put his skills to use? he needed to protect you, and, on a deeper level, he needed to feel that sense of control over the things he loves.
so he kept you cooped up on his property, where he could guarantee your safety. i think his punishments would be physical, but never with his hands. he has some sort of complex about hurting you with his hands, feeling your skin under his palm when he hits you makes him doubt everything he's been doing for months. maybe he'll use a baton or a crop, whatever he has on hand really.
should you escape (which would be a miracle, considering the tight grip he holds on you), he'll immediately send out envoys and spies to track you down and drag you right back. you could get yourself badly hurt out there, and what would he do then? it feels like his whole being relies on you to keep up his routine. how he processes threats and keeps everything in his life orderly and understood, it's all through a filter of you! it use to get on his nerves, since he always regarded himself as self-sufficient, but now you're sufficient on him too, which is a new dynamic he has to get used to.
day-to-day, he has a very strict routine, and he holds you to that standard as much as he holds himself to it. you wake up with him, you get ready with him, you make breakfast (or help him do it), kiss him goodbye when he leaves, and welcome him home when he comes back. basically, as long as you listen and don't fall behind, you'll be okay.
ivan braginski 🇷🇺 russia
ivan falls fast, and he falls hard. you really can't give a mouse a cookie, because all it takes is one kindness for him. he naturally gravitates towards anybody that's a sweetheart, much to your dismay as he latches on like a leech and doesn't let go. his possession to hold something close evolves rapidly into your complete isolation.
there's this need within ivan to look for a support to fall back on, and the damned soul that happens to be his support will feel the full tidal wave of his love 24/7. unfortunately, this want for something to hold onto will make him incredibly suspicious of you all the time, constantly worried that you're planning to leave him. if you left him, he'd be facing the cold winter swirling within his brain all alone again, which is something that just can't happen.
all he's ever wanted was a simple, traditional life. something that makes sense and can sustain him until the day his nation falls. so, to satiate himself, he basically forces you into a tradwife role (no matter your gender). the punishment for failing to meet his standards is surely physical. i mean, you know how often and how badly he beats the baltics, why wouldn't he do the same to you? it keeps people in line and listening to him, without any extra hassle.
escape is a joke to him. sure, if you'd like to try traversing through the unforgiving russian winter, you can go ahead and do that. when you're just about to go hypothermic, he'll come by and rescue you. well, he might. he doesn't really understand how fragile humans can be, not until something terrible happens to you and you have to explain it to him.
despite all this, he's incredibly affectionate, suffocatingly so. if he's not in contact with you at all times, then he's at least in the same room, watching you do chores, or knit, or read a russian classic, or whatever hobbies he assigned you to keep you sane. he's constantly kissing and hugging you, and expects you to do it back.
yao wang 🇨🇳 china
never in his 4000 years did he think he'd end up in this situation, especially with how independent he's been. you came along and rocked his boat, so to speak. not that he's never been in love before, but this intensity is new and exciting. it's also extremely overwhelming and stresses him out, so there will probably be an extended period of time where he avoids you like the plague in hopes that it will go away.
when it doesn't, he starts wondering how he can channel this energy into something beneficial, since that's how he's always lived. evaluating his own skills and the skills of everyone around him to make the most of everything, that guarantees success. so he observes you. your hobbies, eating habits, exercise, coping mechanisms, childhood, relationships, things like that. he wants to support you, to make you into the best version of you, the kind that matches up with the ideal in his head.
and he tries to do that normally, his first instinct isn't to kidnap you, but it turns out you're very stuck in your ways. so he figures that, if he wants to help you the best he can, he needs to be monitoring you at all times of the day. he'll try health trackers, and exercising with you, and bringing you food to improve your diet, but eventually you'll be fed up and creeped out. that's when he locks you up with him.
his versions of punishment are usually just verbal scoldings, but you'd be surprised at how mean he can get. if it's physical at all, then he's restraining you until you can't move and have to apologize and beg him to let you out. escape is unlikely, with his aamzing technological advancements, and you won't get far if you manage to get out. he's implanted several trackers into you.
he loves to cook for you and make you clothing. you're kind of like a doll almost, wearing only the clothes he decides you should, eating only what he decides you need, and watching only what he decides you can. the more you try to fight him, the tighter his restrictions on you get, until he can strangle that fight out of you. he's surprisingly loving, and loves small physical affections like holding hands, kissing your face, and counting your moles. i'd say his love language is mostly words of affirmation and acts of service.
matthew williams 🇨🇦 canada
matthew's entire life has been centered around his own unimportance. from the day he was born as a nation, he's been overshadowed by even the quietest of people. so when you came around, looked him in the eyes, and said "morning, matthew," he was absolutely hooked. it took him a couple weeks to get as obsessed as he did, and he loved it the entire time.
his requests to hang out are endless, and he has so many ideas for what you guys could do. if you'd rather stay inside, that's perfectly fine too! he has all your favorite games at his house anyway. i think he'd go into it as your friend, wanting to learn about you. and god can only hope you want to be his friend too, or he'll make you pity him until you have no other choice. he couldn't possibly lose you. it's not something he even wants to think about. you're his saviour, the only person who acknowledged him beyond his outgoing brother, you can't just up and leave him. he needs you, literally.
it would really pain him to hold you captive, because he'd much rather have your friendship progress into a normal relationship. but he couldn't handle you leaving. i think, at first, he'd try anything to make you stay. he'd break down in tears and hold your hands, ranting about how lonely and outcasted he is, how much you mean to him, and how he doesn't have anyone else. if you still resisted, he might go as far as to cut himself to make you stay.
i couldn't really see him punishing you, even if you do escape. his house is way up in the canadian mountains, far from any towns, so good luck trying to get very far. plus, he knows the forests around his house like the back of his hand. maybe he'll scold you or yell at you a little, but thats really the extent of it.
he's a very affectionate guy. most of your days will consist of cuddling and spending time together, like watching movies and playing video games. it's not like he has other friends to hang out with. maybe it's a little depressing that his only friend is his s/o that he kidnapped, but he tries to make it seem like everything is normal and that you're crazy for being scared of him. he's never hit you, and he never will, so why fear him?
arthur kirkland 🏴 england
he's one of the more unlikely yanderes in my opinion, but he definitely has a more twisted idea of love than a lot of the other nations. due to his days as a pirate, he's learned that valuable objects need to be kept locked away and kept under control. arthur feels that his way of society is the objectively correct way to do it, and he'll force his norms onto you, the object of his attention. while he presents himself with confidence, all of it is based on his insecurity. he wants someone that can alleviate that insecurity by reassuring everything he does.
he has no regrets in holding you hostage, it was simply a means to an end for him. it's easier to herd your sheep when you have a fence, after all. for the first couple months at least, no forms of technology whatsoever. maybe find some new hobbies, because you're gonna have a lot more free time than you use to. of course, no communication with outside world, even with people he trusts, which is virtually no one. he doesn't want anyone to sway your thought process.
he feels that he needs to train you into fitting the mold he has for what a "proper wife/husband" would do (even if you're a guy you'll probably end up taking the "feminine" role in the relationship). this training comes in the form of lessons, literally. you sit down at a desk and he teaches you his culture. if you don't follow his instructions, then he figures he'll have to starve you into complying. he's not against using physical violence if necessary, but he'd rather not.
should you escape, you might actually be able to evade him for a while. but the sheer amount of guards that are sent out looking for you will get to you eventually. he'd be PISSED, because he hates when his property gains independence from him. the punishment for that certainly wouldn't be a slap on the wrist, maybe one across the face and some drugs to render you immobile for a few days.
i think he's inherently manipulative, using drugs or lies to get you to do things he wants, but he can be sweet outside of that. i can't really imagine him liking physical affection all that much, but simply sitting with you in the living room while he works on his needlepoint or lounging in the kitchen with you while he makes tea. he likes to show his appreciation through proximity, preferring to just hang around you.
francis bonnefoy 🇫🇷 france
francis, being the nation of love himself, obviously identifies it when he starts falling in love with you. he's had many, many partners, and he figured it would be the same for you as it was for them. but then that "love" spiraled deeper, and deeper, and deeper, until he was sitting in a tree outside of your window and watching you dance to music alone in your room. the weirdest part was, he was the happiest he'd ever been. in all of his lovers, he'd never felt this type of elation and obsession.
and obviously, he wouldn't waste his chance. i mean, he basically flirted with everyone, but he really laid it on thick with you. he'll "coincidentally" bump into you in the market, get off with you at your stop, and happen to be walking down your street when you leave for work in the morning. he'd take every chance to profess his love for you. when that doesn't work, he really thinks on it and figures he needs to start being more honest. perhaps you just think he's a dedicated flirt, looking for nothing more than a one night stand. well, he'll show you all of the raw passion he holds if it will convince you.
evidently, it doesn't. nothing he does seems to be working! he starts to worry himself sick about you, constantly seeking you out to make sure something didn't happen in the ten minutes he was away from you. you're his soleil, and he wouldn't want anything to dull you down. so he whisks you away into a tall tower, think rapunzel type tower, where he can be sure that you're shining just as bright as you always do and rest easy.
escape is basically impossible. the only practical way would be through the window, and that's suicide considering the height of the tower. plus, he had the foresight to put bars over it. the door that he enters through is thick wood that you need a key to open, of which only he has. let's say you steal his key (somehow) and escape. well, getting you back would be fairly simple, as it's just hills and grasslands for hundreds of miles around the tower. plus he checks on you multiple times a day, so you'd only be able to get moving for a couple of hours until he realizes you're gone.
honestly, he's devastated. he really thought you two had something beautiful blooming. but that's alright. some flowers just need a little extra push to unfurl their petals, he can work with that. he'll just have to spend some more time with you and show you how amazing of a boyfriend he can really be.
he comes around at least three times a day to bring you food he cooks himself, and usually loiters around your room for a little while when he does. he loves physical affection, and though he may be a bit of a pervert, he actually values your consent more than you'd think he would. so most of your time spent with him will be cuddling, playing board games (no service for any technology up on that tower, other than CDs), and him trying to initiate conversation and get you to open up.
alfred f. jones 🇺🇸 america
alfred's obsession with you would almost be childish, if he wasn't so intelligent. he sees love as something borderlining on transactional. you both give, and you both take. unfortunately, it seems he's giving and giving and giving, and you won't give back nor will you even take. he's another yandere that sees you like a doll, where he wants to be able to put you into any position (metaphorically), dress you up how he likes, and ignore the fact that you may have feelings about this.
his love starts out playful. he sets up extravagant events in your name and is constantly a thorn in your side, begging you to let him take you out. he makes a lot of empty promises and makes himself seem almost larger than life (which is pretty similar to how he views himself) to get you to reciprocate the heart-pounding feelings that take over his body at the mere concept of you.
eventually he accepts that the more he chases, the faster you'll run. unfortunately for you, he's much, much faster. kidnapping you is a piece of cake, the worst part is other people's suspicion. i mean, he shows all of this public affection for you, and then you go missing. it makes sense that people assume it was him. so he tells everyone that the big city and his american dream overwhelmed you and you ran off. alfred's home security system is top notch, so escape will be pretty difficult. if you thought getting out of the house was hard, then just you wait. try to get a lease on an apartment, try to book a flight, even try to board a train, you'll find that your id and passport are suddenly invalid everywhere. of course, because it's alfred, he'll go the extra mile of coming to your identity theft court case. don't worry, he'll bribe the judge and get you safely back home.
he's gonna be irate though. your little escape attempt had him doing all this paperwork and jumping through all these legal hoops to bring you back. of course, like a true nuclear family, he'll end up putting his hands on you at some point. he does vaguely feel bad for kidnapping you, but that need for control overshadows and doubts he may have within himself.
your days will mostly consist of video games and accompanying alfred to events as his arm candy. his arm candy that he's incredibly possessive over. hope you can learn to love the smell of fast food, because it'll be very prominent thing in your life. he can be kinda mushy around you, kissing you and wanting you close, but he can also get angry easily and become snarky and almost cold to you. you'll have to learn how to read his moods.
berwald oxenstierna 🇸🇪 sweden
berwald is probably the most lowkey about it out of this list, and i don't think he'd go out of his way to kidnap you intentionally. once sweden makes his own interpretation of a situation, he accepts it as fact and wont bend on it. so really all it takes is once instance where you two are around each other and you do something that he interprets as romantic, he'll run with it. now, if it was just that, this wouldn't be an issue at all. it's that the more he's around you, with this idea in his head that you two are together, he slowly starts to fuse with you almost.
berwald sees love much like how many people see children, a combination of two people. so when he observes you, and notices things you do, they rub off on him. he expects the same to happen to you, and gets a bit confused when you don't pick up his habits. it creates a small complex in his mind. you two are together, which means you love each other, but you're not following his idea of love, so what now?
well, now he starts inviting you over to his home more. he hopes that where he lacks in confidence and words, quality time and sharing of interests will make up for it, and fix this percieved rough patch in his made up relationship. keep in mind that he doesn't say any of this, so you aren't even aware. he just seems oddly closer to you than to any else.
when he really hooks onto you, it really comes down to your character. he's so attached to the concept of you that he gets lost between what's reality and what's his perception of things. he doesn't really realize that this feeling is obsession, he just knows that he craves being around you or watching you exist in your own area with him.
so his invitations over start to turn into you sleeping over, which turns into you sleeping in his bed, which turns into him being around you 24/7, which turns into him not being able to function properly without some sort of presence of you. this way, there not really any specific time you could say he kidnapped you, it just felt more like you started living with him.
he doesn't necessarily stop you from leaving, but his unintentionally intense demeanor almost scares you enough to keep you there anyway. but lets say you do end up leaving. then he'd just start showing up again and acting like nothing had ever changed, much to your confusion. good luck with him!
Original posts for both Mychelle and OG Mychael’s outfits if you’re interested
The colors got a little messed up when I made these, and not to mention I can’t draw gender differences (‘’❛ - „)ᕗ
I definitely tried to keep both outfits similar without it being a straight copy paste, although it’s mostly just the color palette making it coherent.
Anyways, I definitely had a better plan when I made OG!Mychael’s witch(?) outfit, but looking at them together, I think they both have their own charms
incel boyfriend!gyutaro won't go down on you... tengen teaches him a lesson ⋆ 𐙚 ̊.
cw: smut, misogyny, incel behaviour, tengen isn't missing any limb, reader is described to have "plump thighs", modern au, multiple partners/threesome dynamics, tengen is most likely ooc...sorry, voyeurism/being watched during sex, oral sex (fem!receiving), masturbation, mention of y/n (just once), inspo
an: this is purely self indulgent, i wanna bounce on both of em at the same time ngl. not proofread! word count : 3k
✧˚ · . 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 stares at 𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 like he’s just confessed to kicking puppies for fun. His brows shoot up, eyes blown wide with disbelief.
“Seriously? You’ve never…” he trails off, lifting two fingers to his mouth in a ‘v’ shape and flicking his tongue. “Not even once?”
Gyutaro’s jaw tightens. He flicks ash from the end of his cigarette, eyes fixed stubbornly on the well-used ashtray. “Drop it, Uzui.”
Your gaze stays fixed on your plate as you sit in between them, nudging your food around even though you’re not hungry anymore, your stomach churning in humiliation. Heat crawls up your neck, settling thick and uncomfortable in your cheeks.
You’ve long since made peace with the fact that going down on you is a line that Gyutaro simply isn't going to cross. Considering he spent years marinating in the most misogynistic corners of the internet before you somehow managed to shape him into becoming a functioning boyfriend… well, it tracks. But still, you’d hoped he wouldn't go around telling his friends about it. It’s one thing for the boundary to exist between the two of you, but it's another for it to become public knowledge.
And to make things worse – of course the person who had to hear about it was Tengen.
Tengen Uzui, who’s probably the loudest, most unapologetically women-worshipping guy you’ve ever met. Considering the guy has three girlfriends and talks about each of them like they hung the moon, it was obvious Gyutaro’s little declaration was never going to just sit there quietly and be swept under the rug.
“No, no— hold on.” Tengen cuts in, leaning back in his chair now, studying his friend curiously. “There's no way a guy with a jaw-dropping girlfriend like [y/n] isn’t interested in eating her out.” he says, pointing at you casually.
You shift uncomfortably under his gaze, cheeks heating up even more if that's even possible.
“Yeah well," Gyutaro scoffs. “I'm not into that shit. It’s fuckin’ weird, okay? It's nasty. Whole thing's degrading as hell.” he grumbles, turning his face away as he takes a long drag of his cigarette and exhales a long breath. “Don’t look at me like that. She knows. We’ve talked about it.” he says.
The words come out meaner than he probably intends. You tense, fingers curling slightly around your fork, your eyes tearing up before you can stop it. Tengen goes still, and you wish the ground would just swallow you whole.
"…nasty and degrading." he echoes flatly. He leans forward again, brows pulling together like he genuinely can’t decide if Gyutaro’s fucking with him or just painfully stupid. “...Does she go down on you?”
Gyutaro scoffs like it’s the dumbest question he’s ever heard.
“'Course she does. She’s a girl, ain’t she?” his mouth twists into a crooked smirk. “She loves it.”
The silence that follows is like a slap in the face.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀
You were only half surprised when Tengen insisted on walking the two of you back to your dorms afterwards, still lecturing Gyutaro the entire way about the so-called 'benefits of eating pussy'.
And when he invited himself inside, announcing he was going to 'educate' him properly, you didn’t even bother objecting.
Within the next twenty minutes you were spread open on your bed with Tengen on his knees - his face deep between your thighs while your very own boyfriend watched from the sidelines.
“Fuck, look at you.” Tengen mutters, breath warm against your pussy as he comes up for air. His hands slide down to grip the backs of your thighs, pushing your knees up and out, opening you wider. "You've been starving for it, haven't you?" he purrs, staring shamelessly before diving in again - his tongue dragging from your entrance to the swollen nub of your clit.
“Tengen!” you whine, part begging, part scolding him.
“Mhmm,” he hums, a low vibrating sound that makes your eyes roll so far back you forget your own name. “I know, baby. Such a shame your boyfriend's missing out on this perfect little pussy, huh? Not a fucking clue how good you taste.”
He redoubles his efforts, feeling the way your body tenses and tightens with each stroke of his tongue, his fingers digging into the soft skin pulling you harder against his mouth. he groans like he’s tasting heaven, mouthing at you sloppily and sucking your clit between his lips until your hips twitch off the bed.
He's clearly trying to get a reaction out of Gyutaro.
Gyutaro, whose pants are becoming awfully tight by the minute.
He's trying so hard to act like he doesn't care, like Tengen's doing both you and him a favor, but fuck. From this perspective, with the filthy slurps and sucks coming from him as he feasts on your pussy like a starving animal… The thought of burying his face between your thighs really doesn't sound so fucking bad.
He watches, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as Tengen leans back just long enough to spit, a thin line of saliva stretching from his lips to your pussy before he smears it in with a broad sweep of his tongue. Your thighs are visibly trembling around his neck as he starts tongue-fucking you, the obscene squelch of spit and slick filling the room.
“Ahh—f-fuck yes!” you cry out, hands scrabbling uselessly at the sheets as your back arches off the mattress, every nerve ending on fire. Your head thrashes onto the pillow, skin burning hot knowing Gyutaro is watching.
“...See something you like?" Tengen taunts, unbearably smug as he turns his head just enough to catch Gyutaro in his peripheral. His thumb remplaces his mouth for a second, slow at first then more insistent, each swipe dragging a breathless, whiny sound out of you. “She's fucking dripping, man. You're missing out." he ducks back down, holding your gaze as he latches onto your clit and sucks greedily. You can't help but gasp, hips twitching into his touch as your clit throbs under his ministrations.
Gyutaro shoots him a glare, taking a longer drag of his cigarette - or what’s left of it. He can't tear his eyes away from your pussy though, his free hand having dropped to his lap to adjust himself, palming and squeezing the bulge that's now pressing insistently against the front of his pants.
Tengen smirks knowingly, continuing his assault on your poor neglected clit while your plump thighs try to clamp around his head. His arms flex as he pushes them back and apart, opening you up for him completely while his thumbs stroke soft circles into the trembling skin just inside. "Fuck, you taste incredible." he groans, eyes half-lidded as he spits again, slicking you some more. He seals his mouth back over your clit, lips and tongue continuing to work overtime between your thighs until you gasp and fist the sheets. "A pussy this sweet should be worshipped every goddamn day." he groans appreciatively between licks. "...Think I could fuck her?” he asks, smirk widening into that stupidly handsome grin he was born with.
He doesn't actually plan on fucking you, of course. He's not trying to steal you from Gyutaro or claim you for himself, he's not that cruel.
No, what he is trying to do is make him snap out of it and finally fucking claim the girl he’s been neglecting out of ignorance and all that incel-poisoned bullshit rattling around in his brain.
The praise works wonders on you though, your pussy visibly fluttering and clenching around nothing. Your hands fly up to cover your face, utterly embarrassed and overwhelmed. Tengen just laughs in response then he's back between your thighs, head shaking side to side as he sucks, savoring every bit of you with obscene groans that vibrate against your pussy. His eyes flick up, watching every twitch on your face as he does.
"F-fuck, Tengen, I— ngh, ohmygod wait, s-slow down—" your whole body jerks. You clutch at his hair, finally feeling bold enough to do so, your hips bucking and writhing against his eager mouth to chase the building pleasure. "please— please, yes—!don’t stop, hah! oh god—”
Gyutaro’s chest heaves, a mixture of jealousy, anger and hunger swirling in his chest. The kind of mixed feelings that come from watching another man worship the pussy he’s been too afraid to touch while you melt, trembling and moaning at finally being given what you’ve begged him for again and again without results.
He inhales sharply, dragging the last hit from his cigarette until the filter almost burns. He exhales the smoke, flicks the butt aside and stands so fast the chair scrapes loudly against the floor.
"Move over. C’mon. Back the fuck off.”
Tengen lifts his head, lips shiny with your slick, looking up at Gyutaro with a slow grin — satisfied and absolutely smug.
“That’s more like it." Then he turns to you.
Your legs are trembling. You're dripping like a fucking faucet, cunt positively weeping with the intensity of your need. Your chest is rising in fast, shallow bursts, already panting and whining from the frustration left by the loss of Tengen's mouth.
But holy shit.
Your boyfriend, your supposedly disgusted, terrified-of-pussy boyfriend is actually about to put his mouth on you...?
Fuck.
The look on your face causes Tengen to chuckle, and he gives your folds a parting lick before looking back up at Gyutaro, who’s watching all of this with blown pupils and a twitch in his jaw. “She’s all yours.” Tengen says casually, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while he stands.
Gyutaro shoves his shoulder with more force than necessary before kneeling down, yanking your thighs open. He looks at your pussy, pink and swollen from Tengen's assault - and he spits. Whether it's to show disgust or mark his territory, you're not sure. The heat of it alone makes your back arch though, a soft, broken whine spilling out of you.
Tengen settles on the edge of the bed beside your head, the mattress dipping under his weight. His hand slides between your thighs, fingers sure and practiced as he places a steadying thumb right at the top of your clit, lifting the hood just enough to bare the swollen bundle of nerves underneath.
“This,” he says calmly, “is what drives your girl crazy.” his thumb stays where it is, keeping your clit perfectly exposed for him.
Gyutaro glares, his jaw tightening. “I know what a clit is.”
“Do you?” Tengen counters. “Because knowing it exists and knowing what to do with it are two very different things.”
“I’m not a fucking idiot. I've touched it. Just..." he fights off a grimace. "not with my mouth."
Tengen clicks his tongue.
“You’ve denied your girl pleasure because a bunch of braindead incels online told you her genitalia was nasty. And now you're grimacing in front of it. Respectfully, you're a fucking idiot.”
Your eyes flicker between the two of them, a soft, frustrated whine escaping your lips as you cover your face with both hands. Noticing your squirming, Tengen slowly starts circling his thumb and your back arches off the mattress in response, followed by a broken moan.
Gyutaro shoots him another glare but the moment his gaze lowers back to you, it’s gone.
His tongue comes out tentatively - just a quick, hesitant flick that's so different from Tengen's confident, practiced exploration. Your body's response is immediate, a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob catching in your throat while your hips give a little twitch. Gyutaro swallows, flush rising on his neck and chest as his tongue dips again, a little too fast, pressing deeper, exploring awkwardly as Tengen’s words sink in.
“Slower.” Tengen interrupts again, thumb still holding your clit perfectly exposed. “Flat tongue. Start from the bottom then all the way up to her clit—yeah, like that. That’s it. Theeere it is.”
Gyutaro follows the instructions, flattening his tongue, dragging it up in one long, trembling sweep and your hips give another little jerk of approval, chasing his touch.
“Ngh— hah, fuck, yes…”
Tengen laughs, finally withdrawing.
“See? You're doing it. I knew that stupid caveman brain of yours just needed a jumpstart. Not so nasty now, is it?”
Gyutaro doesn’t argue. He can’t, not when his tongue is already sliding over you again, slower and more deliberate this time, trying to figure out what the hell he’s tasting, what makes you moan, what makes your thighs shake the way they did with Tengen.
He tries circling his tongue around your clit and God, that does something to you.
His fingers dig into your thighs as he dives in again, this time with more confidence, a pathetic moan slipping when your hands tangle in his hair and tug at the strands. He nuzzles deeper, breathing hot and heavy as he shoves his face into you, nose brushing your mound as he flattens his tongue and drags it upward. He groans, an involuntary sound that vibrates straight through your clit - his hips staring to rut against the bed, suddenly desperate for friction.
Eventually, his hands slide from your thighs to hook under them and grab your hips, fingers digging into the soft skin pulling you harder against his mouth. He can feel your muscles clenching, the way your stomach tenses and tightens with each stroke of his tongue, each suckle of his lips, the sounds you make spurring him on.
Off to the side, Tengen sits where Gyutaro had been just moments before, smug as hell - ignoring the raging boner straining in his pants.
“She’s close. You keep doing that and she’ll come so hard it'll make you never want to come up for air again.”
He's right. You’re shaking so hard your toes curl, so hard you’re gripping his hair like it’s the only thing anchoring you to the bed. And as much as Gyutaro hates to admit it...there's nothing remotely nasty about what's happening right now. Every warning he’d ever stumbled across online, every Reddit thread claiming women "taste bad" or "smell awful" down there is already long forgotten.
So he doubles down, tongue pressing, circling, sucking, moaning, trying to make up for every year he wasted thinking eating pussy was gross. He sucks at your clit, tongue flicking in short bursts trying to mimic what he saw Tengen do - and it works. Gyutaro swears he can feel your heartbeat pulsing against his tongue.
"Fuck! Fuck, baby, right there—” you gasp, your words tumbling over each other as your fingers curl tighter in his hair. “you're doing s-so good— yes! stay, stay right there, rightthererightthererightthere—!” your hips buck up to meet his tongue, breath coming in short, desperate pants. “Don’t stop, don't stop, you’re doing so f-fucking good— I love you, i'm so close— fuck, I love you—!”
You feel it coiling low in your belly, the familiar, burning warmth that Gyutaro has only brought to you with his cock so far. You can feel his breathing growing heavier, feel his hips humping into the mattress as he moans into you. His hands roam over your thighs, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, tears pricking at your eyes from the overwhelming intensity of it all.
He's found his rhythm now, shameless moans slipping from his lips and sending the most delicious vibrations up your spine. Your juices are coating his face, dripping down his chin and he doesn't seem to care about the mess. If anything, it seems to fuel him.
Meanwhile Tengen finally gives in and unzips his pants with a groan, his eyes never leaving the sight in front of him as he wraps a hand around his rock-hard cock, thumb brushing over the head as he strokes himself. He tips his head back with a breathy, almost delighted laugh, and he mumbles something under his breath that you don't quite catch. You’re suddenly hyperaware of everything - the wet glide of Gyutaro’s mouth, the way his fingers dig into your thighs, the quiet, broken sounds Tengen can’t seem to stop making as he watches you unravel.
Fuck... You'll have to thank him for that later.
When your orgasm hits, your thighs lock tight around Gyutaro’s head - hips arching off the bed as a cry tears from your throat. Your fingers yank at his hair so carelessy it’s probably painful by now, but Gyutaro just groans into you, tongue still working, prolonging every twitch and flutter.
It's only when your legs start trembling from overstimulation, hands pushing weakly at his shoulders that he finally lifts his mouth from you with a reluctant exhale.
And when he stands, when he shoves his pants and boxers down his thighs to free his throbbing cock and line himself up with you despite Tengen still watching — you let him, body humming and pliant beneath his touch, still floating on that endorphin high and somehow twice as madly in love with every stupid, endearing inch of him.
++ I’m really sorry for the lack of fics. I’ve been dealing with some pretty intense writer’s block and brain fog, and it’s made writing feel almost impossible these past few months. this one’s been sitting in my drafts for a while and I did finally manage to finish it, but writing it has truly been a struggle. also i kept postponing it bc i was never happy with the dialogue, and i also am not very used to writing for tengen yet, which is why he's most likely very ooc. i’m really sorry about that :( I’m going to try my best to finish some drafts and post more in the coming weeks <3
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!
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.
How would the Hetalia Allies and Axis react if they learned that their 2p's are also in love with the same sweet female country reader as them?
America (Alfred F. Jones) vs 2p!America (Allen F. Jones)
1p!America: “WHAT “DUDE, NO WAY! That guy’s a total psycho! Babe, you can’t seriously— wait, you’re not actually into the bad-boy thing, right? RIGHT?!”
Instant panic + loud possessive mode. Starts dragging you to every burger joint, movie theater, and amusement park to prove he’s the fun one. Tries to one-up Allen by buying you increasingly ridiculous gifts (a giant teddy bear the size of a car, a private fireworks show, etc.).
2p!America: Smirks, sharpens his bat, and just quietly starts showing up wherever you are. Doesn’t say much, but the threatening aura aimed at Alfred is palpable. Might “accidentally” break into your house to leave roses with a single drop of blood on the petals “for the aesthetic.”
Outcome: Constant loud shouting matches in public. You’ll have to intervene before one of them actually swings.
England (Arthur Kirkland) vs 2p!England (Oliver Kirkland)
1p!England: Goes stiff, face turns red, then pale. “That… that pastel psychopath is in LOVE with you?! Love, he puts arsenic in cupcakes! Stay away from him!”
Immediately switches to overprotective gentleman mode: walks you home, checks your food for poison, tries (and fails) to ban Oliver from international meetings.
2p!England: “Poppet~ I heard my boring other self is trying to keep you all to himself! How dull~ Why don’t you come have tea with me instead? I baked strawberry scones just for you~” (They’re definitely drugged with something that makes you compliant.)
Outcome: Passive-aggressive tea parties where Arthur and Oliver smile sweetly while trying to murder each other with scones and insults. You’ll have to eat nothing until the cold war ends.
France (Francis Bonnefoy) vs 2p!France (François Bonnefoy)
1p!France: Dramatic gasp, hand over heart. “Mon dieu… that depressing chain-smoking disaster is trying to court you too?! Cherie, he doesn’t even believe in love!”
Doubles his romantic efforts: 100 roses become 1000, love letters become novels, suddenly every date is in a new European capital.
2p!France: Shrugs, lights another cigarette. “Whatever. If she picks the sparkly idiot, that’s her problem.” Secretly starts leaving you expensive wine, handwritten notes in perfect cursive, and single black roses. He’ll never admit he’s trying.
Outcome: Francis keeps flamboyantly wooing you in public while François broods in the shadows and sarcastically undermines Francis every chance he gets. The sexual tension is off the charts, and you’re stuck in the middle.
Canada (Matthew Williams) vs 2p!Canada (James Williams)
1p!Canada: Quietly devastated. “…Oh. Even my 2p likes you too… I guess I really am invisible, eh…”
Starts retreating into himself, apologizes for bothering you, and tries to “nobly” step aside.
2p!Canada: Shows up with an axe on his shoulder, wordlessly sits way too close to you, and glares at anyone (especially Matthew) who comes near. If Matthew tries to back off, James just mutters, “Good. Leave.” While possessively wrapping an arm around you.
Outcome: Matthew eventually snaps (quietly, but still a snap) and you get the rare sight of the two Canadas in a passive-aggressive (then fully aggressive) hockey fight over you. James will win physically, but Matthew guilt-trips everyone into feeling bad for him.
Starts cooking you elaborate meals, giving you traditional gifts, and trying to educate you on why the 2p version is a “bad influence.”
2p!China: Lazy grin, half-lidded eyes. “Hey cutie~ Wanna ditch the old man and come smoke with me? I’ll let you wear my tangzhuang~” Offers you questionable substances and constantly drapes himself over you like a clingy cat.
Outcome: Yao keeps trying to drag you away to museums and panda sanctuaries while Xiao keeps trying to drag you to underground clubs. You’ll be exhausted from the cultural whiplash.
Russia (Ivan Braginski) vs 2p!Russia (Viktor Braginski)
1p!Russia: Smile becomes scarily serene. “Oh… so my other self wants you too, da?”
Immediately becomes ten times more clingy and possessive in the most terrifyingly gentle way. “You will stay with me forever, won’t you, sunflower~?” Starts casually mentioning how many pipes he has.
2p!Russia: Cold, dead stare. Actively hates almost everyone and everything, including his 1p self. Silently begins eliminating any perceived competition (including Ivan) with brutal efficiency. Will straight-up tell you, “Choose him and I’ll break you both.”
Outcome: Pure horror movie vibes. Two terrifying Russians in a psychological (and possibly physical) death match over you. The other nations hold an emergency meeting titled “How do we save her without starting WW3.” Good luck.
North Italy (Feliciano Vargas) vs 2p!Italy (Luciano Vargas)
1p!Italy: Starts crying immediately. “Ve~ Why does the scary me want you too?! I just want to make you pasta and hold your hand, bello!”
Clings to your arm 24/7, whining and trying to out-cute Luciano.
2p!Italy: Knife-twirling, bloodlust smile. “Mine. I’m going to carve my name into anyone who touches her… starting with you, weakling.” Casually stabs the table when Feli gets too close to you. Leaves you bouquets of red roses soaked in (someone else’s) blood.
Outcome: Feliciano tries to win you over with endless affection and home-cooked meals. Luciano tries to win you over by murdering everyone who looks at you. You will be covered in tomato sauce on one side and blood on the other.
Germany (Ludwig Beilschmidt) vs 2p!Germany (Lutz Beilschmidt)
1p!Germany: Turns beet-red, then ice-cold. “That lazy, beer-soaked disaster thinks he can have you? Over my dead body.”
Starts enforcing strict schedules: 6:00 date with Ludwig, 6:30 self-defense training in case Lutz shows up.
2p!Germany: Grins, cracks open another beer, and just leans against the wall staring at you like prey. “Heh. She’s way too cute for that stick-in-the-mud.” Shows up shirtless, covered in scars, and offers to “protect” you in ways Ludwig would never.
Outcome: Ludwig tries to out-discipline Lutz; Lutz tries to out-slacker-bad-boy him. Ends with both of them drunk in your living room arguing over who gets to carry you to bed (they both do, awkwardly).
Japan (Kiku Honda) vs 2p!Japan (Kuro Honda)
1p!Japan: Extremely calm on the outside, internally having a meltdown. Politely but firmly starts occupying 100% of your time with tea ceremonies, garden walks, and quiet confessions.
“I would prefer if you did not speak to… the other me.”
2p!Japan: Cold, sadistic, and zero chill. Shows up in a black uniform, katana drawn, and speaks in a low monotone: “You belong to me now. Resist and I will make this painful.” Secretly writes terrifyingly beautiful horror-themed love letters in perfect calligraphy.
Outcome: Kiku tries to win you with refined grace and emotional restraint. Kuro tries to win you with psychological warfare and implied threats. You will never sleep peacefully again.
South Italy/Romano (Lovino Vargas) vs 2p!Romano (Flavio Vargas)
1p!Romano: Explosive jealousy. “That flamboyant bastard thinks he can steal mia bella?! I’ll kill him!”
Starts yelling, cursing in Italian, then immediately switches to flustered tsundere affection around you.
2p!Romano: Fashion-obsessed, possessive, and dramatic. “Darling~! Only I understand true beauty! Come here so I can dress you properly~” Kidnaps you for three-hour makeover sessions and threatens to stab anyone who ruins your outfit (especially Lovino).
Outcome: Both are screaming Italian divas fighting over who gets to spoil you more. One tries to feed you, the other tries to dress you. You will be stuffed with food and drowning in designer clothes against your will.
Spain (Antonio Fernández Carriedo) vs 2p!Spain (Andrés Fernández Carriedo)
1p!Spain: Sunshine smile freezes. “Churros… even my other self wants mi tomate pequeña?”
Becomes 1000% more clingy and affectionate, constantly hugging you and calling you pet names in public to mark territory.
2p!Spain: Dead-eyed, chain-smoking, and terrifyingly apathetic until it comes to you. “Touch her and you die slowly.” Starts leaving dead roses and broken guitar strings as “gifts.” Will actually murder someone without changing expression.
Outcome: Antonio tries to drown you in warmth and paella. Andrés lurks in the shadows ready to eliminate anything that moves near you. You now have a permanent cheerful bodyguard and a silent assassin stalker.
Prussia (Gilbert Beilschmidt) vs 2p!Prussia (Gilen Beilschmidt)
1p!Prussia: Loud cackling at first (“Ha! Even the emo version wants my girl? Kesesese~ too bad I’m awesome!”), then sudden insecurity when he realizes Gilen is actually serious. Starts showing off even harder — flexing, bragging, dragging you on “epic adventures.”
2p!Prussia: Extremely quiet, trembling intensity. Almost never speaks, but stares at you with desperate, haunted eyes. Leaves you tiny handmade gifts (carved wooden birds, pressed flowers) and follows you at a distance like a lost puppy that might bite.
Outcome: Gilbert tries to out-extrovert and out-awesome Gilen. Gilen just quietly exists in your personal space until you feel bad for him. Eventually Gilbert starts yelling at Gilen for “creeping you out,” and Gilen almost cries. You now have two traumatized Prussian brothers competing via completely opposite methods.
(You’re going to need therapy. And possibly witness protection. Run. Just run.)
- His kisses are like him: full of energy, bright, and a little unrefined. He doesn't do anything by halves. Expect big, dramatic motions, a slight clumsiness as he navigates the space between you, and the occasional bumping of teeth. It's not graceful, but it's 100% genuine and filled with so much joy it's infectious.
- He has a flair for the cinematic. He might sweep you off your feet literally, or dip you low for a "victory kiss" after a small accomplishment, like winning a video game or finishing a big burger. He sees it as the perfect climax to any scene.
- His kisses often taste like whatever he's just eaten—the sugary fizz of cola, the salt of fast-food fries, or the synthetic sweetness of a donut. He's a walking American snack bar, and his kisses are a direct reflection of that.
- He will pull away with the biggest, sunniest grin, his face flushed and his glasses slightly askew. He'll probably let out a happy, breathy laugh and say something like, "That was awesome! Let's do it again!" He has zero chill and absolutely no desire for any.
- When he's trying to comfort you, his kisses become softer and more focused. He'll hold your face gently in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks, and place slow, deliberate kisses on your lips, your forehead, and even the tip of your nose, whispering, "It's okay, I'm here. Hero's got you."
England (Arthur Kirkland)
- The first kiss is always a bit of a struggle. He's proud, easily flustered, and terribly British about his feelings. He might hesitate, clear his throat, and his ears will turn bright red. But once he commits, there's a surprising intensity underneath all that propriety.
- Despite his bluster, Arthur is an old soul. His kisses are practiced and deeply passionate, a remnant of his long and romantic history. He knows how to use his lips to convey what his words often can't—a deep, abiding affection and a fierce, protective love.
- His lips taste faintly of his favorite Earl Grey tea and something uniquely him—like a cool, rainy afternoon or an old, well-loved book. It's a comforting, grounding scent and taste that feels like home.
- He will absolutely mutter and grumble against your lips. You might hear a soft, "Bloody hell..." when he's overwhelmed, or a breathless, "You're so beautiful..." followed immediately by him getting embarrassed and trying to hide his face in your shoulder. The contrast between his rough exterior and his tender actions is everything.
- Arthur is a secret romantic. He will show his affection through old-fashioned gestures. He'll gently kiss the back of your hand, your forehead before you sleep, or a scar on your finger with a reverence that makes your heart ache. These quiet kisses often mean more to him than any dramatic gesture.
France (Francis Bonnefoy)
- To Francis, kissing is not just an act of affection; it's the highest form of art. He approaches it with the focus of a sommelier tasting a fine wine or a painter selecting a color. Every kiss has a purpose, a mood, and a technique. He can tell you what he's trying to convey with each one.
- A kiss from France is never just a kiss. It's accompanied by the scent of his expensive cologne, the soft scratch of his stubble, the way his fingers trail along your jawline and into your hair, and the low, appreciative hums he makes in his throat. He engages all your senses at once.
- He is, of course, the master of the passionate, deep kiss. But it's never rushed or sloppy. It's a slow, sensual exploration. He takes his time, learning the landscape of your mouth with a confident, languid pace that can leave you utterly breathless and weak in the knees.
- He will kiss you in the most romantic settings—on a bridge over the Seine at dusk, in a room filled with the scent of fresh pastries, or while slow-dancing to music only he can hear. He'll pull away, his eyes sparkling, and whisper something terribly romantic and slightly cheesy in French, like, "Mon cher, your lips taste sweeter than the finest champagne."
- He leaves a trail of kisses everywhere. A quick peck on your shoulder while you cook, a flurry of kisses up your arm, one on the back of your neck as he passes by. It’s his way of constantly reminding you that you are loved and adored, that you are his living, breathing masterpiece.
Canada (Matthew Williams)
- Matthew is so used to being overlooked that he approaches kissing with a gentle, almost hesitant reverence. His kisses are incredibly soft, barely-there brushes of his lips at first, as if he's asking for permission. You might have to lean in to even feel it, but the tenderness will make your heart flutter.
- He often initiates a kiss not with words, but with a soft touch. A hand on the small of your back, fingers gently brushing yours, or a quiet moment where he rests his forehead against yours. The kiss that follows is a natural, quiet progression of that closeness.
- His kisses taste subtly sweet, like the maple candies he always has in his pocket, or the warm, comforting flavor of a perfectly brewed cup of tea. It's a cozy, safe, and uniquely comforting sensation that feels like coming home to a log cabin in a snowstorm.
- He's so quiet that you might pull away and wonder if you imagined it. He'll be bright red, looking anywhere but at you, with a small, incredibly happy smile playing on his lips. If you say, "Matthew, was that...?" he'll just nod, mumbling a soft, "Yeah... was that okay?"
- Nothing says "Matthew loves you" more than a gentle, lingering kiss on the forehead. It’s his ultimate sign of protection, affection, and deep care. He'll also kiss your hands, your cheeks, and the top of your head—sweet, chaste gestures that speak volumes about his quiet devotion.
China (Wang Yao)
- Yao approaches kissing with the same grace and depth he applies to his tea ceremony or calligraphy. It's a practiced, meaningful art form. His kisses are not rushed; they are deliberate, soft, and filled with a history of romance that spans millennia. He knows exactly how to build anticipation with the lightest of touches.
- His lips taste of the delicate, floral notes of jasmine or green tea, sometimes with a hint of the herbs from his cooking. It's a clean, elegant, and soothing taste that is uniquely him. The scent of his silk robes and sandalwood often lingers in the air around you.
- Despite his 4000 years of experience, Yao can be surprisingly bashful when his affections are returned. He might pull away, fanning his flushed face with his hand, and mutter an ancient, poetic line about "a butterfly alighting on a blooming peony" before composing himself and offering you a cup of tea.
- If you're tired or unwell, his kisses are medicinal. He'll press soft, caring kisses to your temples, the space between your brows, and your hands, as if transferring his care and positive energy directly to you. He believes in the healing power of affection as much as he believes in his herbs.
- Just before he kisses you, a small, knowing, and incredibly gentle smile will grace his features. It's a smile that has seen dynasties rise and fall, but in that moment, it's reserved entirely for you. It’s the most telling sign of the deep affection he holds beneath his formal exterior.
Russia (Ivan Braginsky)
- A kiss from Ivan is not a light affair. It's deep, all-consuming, and borders on desperate. He kisses with a raw intensity that can be overwhelming, one hand often cupping the back of your head to hold you in place, as if he's afraid you'll disappear into the snow if he lets go.
- His lips are often cool from the climate he embodies, but they warm up startlingly fast against yours. The contrast is jarring but addictive—it feels like being slowly thawed by a private, focused sun. It’s a physical manifestation of his cold exterior hiding a deeply passionate, and slightly lonely, soul.
- He tastes like the sweet, earthy scent of sunflower seeds and the crisp, clean chill of a winter morning. There's a faint, comforting hint of the pipe he sometimes smokes. It's a complex, intoxicating mix that is as mysterious and vast as his motherland.
- He will often murmur his favorite word, "Khorosho..." (Good/It's good), against your lips in a low, satisfied voice. It's less a question and more a statement of fact. To him, the kiss is a claiming, a pact, and a moment of peace all in one. It's his way of saying you are his, and that is a very good thing.
- In his mind, his fierce affection is a shelter from the cold, cruel world. When he kisses you, especially on the forehead or by gently pressing his lips to the pulse point on your wrist, he is silently vowing to protect you. It's a gesture that is both tender and fiercely possessive, a promise that as long as you are with him, you will never be cold or alone again.
Fandom: Hetalia
Word Count: 1,805
My Masterlist
Warnings/disclaim: general
Some sexual themes, I kept it pretty PG-13 though.
Author’s Note: (continued under story)
Originally posted on DeviantArt, under the same username, on 11/05/2012. Revamped/edited in 2020.
___ is a blank for your name/oc/whatever you prefer
Written in 3rd person
Line/header is to separate paragraphs to indicate time skips, as Tumblr hates my formatting.
Story under cut
──── CW: 18+, modern au, masturbation, college age characters (ume/daki and reader are 19, gyutaro is 21), incel!gyutaro, riding (fantasy), multiple orgasms (fantasy), both reader and gyu are freaks i can't stop this from happening, kinda voyeurism reader listens behind the door, kinda exhibitionism because He Knows
──── A/N: my bad everyone the incel!gyutaro propaganda starts now and it will Not stop. also sorry Not sorry for the lateness. i'm trying man i really am
ume shabana was never one to really make friends. sure, she tried every once in a while, but she always had a tendency to push them away out of a fear that they’re getting jealous, or that they just wanted to social climb. so it was quite a surprise to most people to see how long you two had been close.
ume’s house was more often than not where the two of you would hang out, simply because most of her family was rarely home and you two could do as you pleased- playing house with your friends was a fun rarity among broke university students.
despite the frequency of your hangouts, it was always a surprise for her older brother to emerge from his room to grab a snack and retreat back there, only to be forced into some sort of small talk. exchanged hi’s, how’s it going’s, the usual conversational slop as he would inch back to a comfortable point where he could dash into his room and never be seen again.
“he’s kind of a loser,” ume spoke softly with a shrug, “but he’s a nice guy.” and you’d laugh it off with an apologetic grin.
the same story would repeat like clockwork, week by passing week. you’d notice gyutaro would make more of an effort to come out of his room at that routine hour, though. he’d let the conversations linger no matter how awkward, yellow eyes would trace down the line of your body with a fervor you couldn’t describe, he’d grab things he ‘forgot,’ things he wouldn’t usually reach for- an apple, actual homework (when you and ume both know he never does his)…and slowly but surely, the gears in both of your heads started turning.
god, did gyutaro shabana want you. bad.
and it showed sometimes, it really did. none more plainly than the night you left the room you and ume were sharing that night to grab a glass of water, a low groan escaping from underneath gyutaro’s door. you stopped right where you were- no, he couldn’t be…
“nhh, fuuck…” his tone was hushed, raspy, as you imagined exactly what could be going on just behind that thin door. your thighs pressed together as you felt that oh-so-familiar warmth begin to pool in your lower stomach. it was too warm in this hallway all of a sudden, your pajamas feeling like nuisances chafing against you despite you only wearing a lace camisole and some satin shorts. you slumped up against the wall of the room, wanting to drink up more of those sweet sounds as your own hand snaked below the waistband of your shorts like a woman possessed. you could hear the slick sounds of what you could imagine to be gyutaro’s spit or precum sliding against his length as he stroked himself, breathy groans stifling themselves out of worry that the two girls sleeping in the room next to him would be able to hear.
you’d always thought ume’s ‘loser’ older brother was kind of really hot, the way he’d lean up against the counter would have you delirious on nights you slept in your own bed, imagining yourself pressed up against the granite, riling him up with a sway of your hips against his groin. you’re pretty damn sure he’s never slept with anyone, you’re the only other woman he speaks to that isn’t his sister, so it wasn’t all that hard to imagine. god, how desperate he must be… you let your mind wander as you start teasing your slit through your soaked panties, imagining gyutaro with his dark hair tied up, face scrunched up as he worked his hand up and down his shaft with a deft precision, maybe touching himself to the thought of you? you hoped so, hoped he was holding his oversized t-shirt up with his teeth, or maybe not wearing one at all so not to dirty it with his seed once he’d spilled over his hand and onto his stomach.
your fingers picked up their pace, working you open with the slick sounds echoing in the empty hallway, paired by the soft puffs of breath leaving your nose as you’d reached up to cover your mouth some time ago, both to hide your presence and to better hear him.
on the other side of the door, gyutaro’s room was a mess, empty cup noodles and hentai manga strewn all over. the lights he had hanging were a neon green as they usually were, bathing the room in an ethereal glow. gyutaro himself was hunched over his desk, hand working expertly over his shaft as he scrolled through your instagram feed. nothing had been working to quell the aching boner he’d had since he saw you in those pajamas, and he’d decided perhaps this would be the way to go.
bingo, a photo of you on the beach, clad in a small white bikini he remembered you telling ume you’d bought just for that trip. the swimsuit left little to the imagination, hugging and supporting your bust with the bottoms tracing along the curve of your ass. oh, he wanted to be right there in that photo, drag you right off that beach and make you forget your own name, mark you with his cum both inside and out, your mouth, your tits, your pussy, your ass, everywhere he could. his appetite for you alone bordered on insatiable. his pace only grew quicker, his groans louder as he worked his aching cock to the sight, the thought of you. maybe next time it’d be your hands or your lips around him instead of his pitiful hand, the mere thought of it made his cock twitch in his hand with a need for release.
“hnn- ah,” gyutaro’s whines and moans were accompanied by a low whisper of your name, the sound sweet on his lips to your prying ears as you had worked yourself well open with your fingers.
you’d nearly choked on your own noises upon hearing it, your movements stilling if even slightly. there’s no way he was thinking of the same thing, right? slick pooled between your now-still fingers, a clear sign of your arousal as you started working yourself towards your orgasm. imagining yourself, seated in his lap on that stupid greasy gaming chair, swiveling your hips on his cock as you rode him as if it were the last thing you’d do, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of this pathetic man. you wanted to have him shooting blanks, you knew you probably could with the speed at which he’d cum just from your touch alone, and coaxing his cock back up to full mast would be the easiest thing in the world.
“mm, yesyesyes, fuck, good boy, sooo good…” you kept a punishing rhythm with your fingers as your palm rubbed up against your clit with a delicious rush that had you biting your own fingers in a futile attempt to hold back the high-pitched whines you were letting out.
from behind the door you could hear the slick sounds getting louder and more staggered, as a guttural groan ripped from gyutaro’s throat as you assumed he’d finished all over himself. just the thought alone brought you to your own orgasm, white-hot pleasure coursing through your veins as you gushed all over your fingers and slumped over the wall with a broken whine of his name, legs shaking and barely being able to support your body weight.
coming down from that wave of pleasure took an ample amount of time, but eventually, you’d gotten yourself back up and staggered over to the kitchen to finally get that water you’d originally left for, the smell of sex still apparent in the air of the hallway. you don’t hear the door click open and shut as another set of footsteps make their way down the hall until a soft, raspy voice shows you’re caught in a lie.
Hello hello! I'm Cheea, also known as DeersphereStudios; if you're here for content related to my games on itch.io, you're in the right place! You can expect lore snippets and doodles, behind-the-scenes and other stuff that players might be interested in!
My current ongoing project is Mushroom Oasis, initially submitted for a Yandere Game Jam in 2023. While that's the main focus of this blog, I also occasionally talk about my other one-shot games: Astronought and Lift Your Spirits!
Enjoy your stay! ☕🐰
🔗 LINKS 🔗:
🎮 itch.io ▏ 🎨 Patreon ▏ 🦋 Fan-MO Discord
📖 FAQs 📖:
[PLEASE READ BEFORE SENDING AN ASK!]
🔍 MUSHROOM OASIS QnA MASTERLIST 🔎:
❥ [PART 1] Mychael's abilities, romantic/yandere traits and his opinion on kids.
❥ [PART 2] Mychael’s anatomy.
❥ [PART 3] Mychael’s reactions to different MCs.
❥ [PART 4] Mychael's general lore.
❥ [PART 5] Mychael’s favorite things, experience with holidays and MR!Mychael.
🔍 LIFT YOUR SPIRITS QnA MASTERLIST 🔎
🔍 ASTRONOUGHT QnA MASTERLIST 🔎
Interested in a Mychael plushie? Check out the Plush Wonderland pre-sale running until November 03, 2025 PT! 🍄
// EXTRAS BELOW:
// TAGS:
✿ mushroom oasis vn/lift your spirits vn/astronought vn = official game tag.
✿ mychael ask/alma ask/atom ask = questions about each character!
✿ fanart, fanfic = (submitted or reblogged) fanworks.
✿ doodles = silly scenarios in sketch form.
✿ light spoilers = posts that imply future updates.
✿ bts = behind the scenes for any current or past projects.
✿ how tos = renpy or drawing tutos on how i do stuff!
✿ cheea chatter = dev posts, bit random.
✿ jar of fireflies = lovely messages from players that make my day!
✿ happy birthday mychael/alma/atom = special fanart for their special day(s)!
✿ mushroom musings = theories for the Mushroom Oasis game!
✿ poll time = silly and sometimes plot-relevant polls!
✿ patreon post-its = posts shared from my patreon!
// MY GAMES:
beware of toxic fungi. a slow burn yandere vn : itch.io
🍄 Questions about Mychael (ask tag)
🍄 Mychael's character sheet
🍄 Firefly's character sheet
🍄 of mushrooms and men ║ a mychael playlist (Spotify)
trapped in space with a stranger too keen on getting to know you. a short sci-fi horror/romance(??) vn : itch.io
👽 Questions about Atom (ask tag)
👽 Astronought QnA masterlist
👽 Atom's character sheet (coming soon)
👽 Luna's character sheet (coming soon)
are the campus rumors true? short horror/light romance vn : itch.io
👻 Questions about Alma/Vida (ask tag)
👻 Lift Your Spirits QnA masterlist
👻 Alma/Vida's character sheet (coming soon)
👻 MC's character sheet (coming soon)
✩ Thank you to @/thecutestgrotto and @/plum98 for their lovely dividers!
Matthew Williams, Ivan Braginsky and Yao Wang Taking Care of their Sick S/O
➽───────────────❥➽───────────────❥
Hello @thatmoonkid! This is for part two of the headcanons for taking care of their sick S/O. I hope you like it!
Warning: Mention of Sickness
Part One
➽───────────────❥➽───────────────❥
Matthew Williams - Canada
Matthew notices you’re sick before you even say a word. He picks up on the smallest signs: the way your voice cracks, how your shoulders slump, and the subtle wince in your eyes. Before you even finish saying, “I’m fine,” he’s already pulling a blanket off the back of the couch.
He makes you the warmest, gentlest tea. Chamomile with a spoonful of honey, steeped exactly how you like it. He holds the mug to your lips if you’re too tired to lift it, blowing gently so it doesn’t burn your tongue.
Matthew has this quiet presence that never feels overbearing. Whether he’s reading beside you or gently rubbing your back, he lets you know you’re not alone. You don’t even need to ask, he just stays.
He makes the softest, coziest sick-day nest. Fleece blankets, your fluffiest pillow, and a warm hoodie of his you always steal. He even brings Kumajiro to cuddle with you if you want the extra fluff factor.
Just wanted to share these reference sheets I made months ago for drawing Mychael! I tried to stay as accurate and close to canon as possible, while still putting my own spin on it.
Apologies if anything looks off—this is my first time doing something like this ｡ﾟ(TヮT) ﾉ
☆゜+．．+゜☆ ～
Quería compartir estas referencias que hice hace meses para dibujar a Mychael! Traté de mantenerlo lo más fiel y canónico posible, aunque con mi propio estilo de dibujo.
Lamento si hay algun error o si se ve raro, es la primera vez que hago este tipo de cosas ｡ﾟ(TヮT) ﾉ
