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Arthur turned to you looking as if he thought you were crazy. Either that, or he wet his pants. "Wh-Why would you say that ( Male name )?!" He squeaked. "Because I can, dude." You looked over to him. "Besides, why are you so scared and fussy over something that I said?" You continued. "As much as I hate Gilbert, I don't want to see blood!" He replied.
"Oh, so your a wuss for blood eh?" You snickered. "It's not funny! It's gross and creepy!" He retorted. "Heh. Heh. Well then...." You pricked you finger with a nail slightly. and it started to bleed. Arthur's eyes widened. "Ewww!" He ran up to his bunk-bed and threw the covers over his whole body. "Don't do that!" Arthur complained.
"Even this much blood makes you squirm and squeal? That's really..." You let out a small laugh. "Lame..." You said quietly. "What did you say?!" Arthur threw the covers off his face. "You heard me.... LAAAME~" You joked. His face got red in embarrassment. "It-It's not lame!! You-You bloody wanker!" Arthur stut
Hasty Confessions: England X ReaderCalloused fingers traced down her sides, evenly trimmed nails digging into her in an unsteady pattern. She wanted to run, her defenses going up as his hands surrounded her, pulling her by her hips back into his arms and against his strong frame. A shudder ran through her as his lips found her neck, dark promises whispering on his breath. Her eyes fluttered, she trying to keep (e/c) eyes from dilating and giving away her thoughts, along with her desire for those promises to be fulfilled. She bit her lip, her breathing becoming shallow as his thumb teased her hip, edging closer to a place he knew could make her fall to pieces. She growled slightly, the sound nearly silent and causing his lips to turn upward in the slightest of smirks.More Like This
“Is there a problem?” She could hear the playful tease on his voice, and it was impossible to not picture the glint in his emerald eyes. Her own narrowed, a huff of frustration passing her partially open lips.
RussiaxReader - Like This? Part 1More Like This
“I’m home,” you called out as you shut the front door behind you, keeping the cold winter air outside. Taking off your shoes no response came. That was weird you were certain that Ivan was home already. “Ivan, are you here?”
The only sound that greeted you was your small cat, Mr. Bones, meowing in response. Smiling, you walked down the narrow, light wooded hallway and into the yellow and white tiled kitchen. Mr Bones was waiting for you, his grey and white fur dull under the kitchen’s light. He meowed again seeing you.
Bending down you patted him along his spine. “I guess it’s just you and me tonight,” you smiled but a pang of sadness crossed through your chest. “I’ll get you some food.”
You stood back up and grabbed a tin of tuna from the cupboard that was just to your right. You opened it, but paused sighing. It was yours and Ivan’s three month ann
Masochist!Lithuania X Sadist!Reader: Weekly MeetsChains. Leather. Sweat. Whimpers and yelps. You loved it all.More Like This
You stared down at Toris whom watched you with wide eyes. You two have played this game before. He’d also played it with Mr. Russia, but he actually felt some type of pleasure when it was with you. You circled him as he lay handcuffed and lying spread eagle on a rack positioned at a 45 degree angle. This rack however was specifically for keeping people still rather than ripping them apart. His breathing was slightly rushed as was his heartbeat in excitement and anticipation. You walked over to your little table of tools and picked up a small steak knife. You walked back over to him slowly, swinging the knife slightly while making sure it caught the light. You watched as he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the bleed. You could see his Adam’s apple bob as he gulped. You leaned down sensually, giving him a seductive smile as you trailed the flat part of the blade along his cheek, running it down the side of hi
Dance Teacher!England X Reader Chapter 5In a flash, he grips your wrists and pins you to the wall before you can react. His eyes flicker with an unreadable emotion that quickly becomes replaced with anger. "Don't call me that!" He hisses in your face, his eyes narrowing into slits.More Like This
Angrily, you snatch your hands away from his grip and glare at him. "I can call you that if I want to!" You ball up your fists and drop them to your sides. He opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.
"And why are you doing this? 11 years ago, you just left without any real explanation and now, you come back to good ol' England like nothing has happened! It took you this long. This long to come back." You look at him with a trembling smile. "You don't know how long I've waited for you to come back and when I heard that you were teaching this class, I was so excited because I could see you again, but no! You act like you've never seen or known me before! What is this, Arthur??!! Is this a game??!!" You pause, gasping.
GerIta Mpreg EpilogueA couple weeks had passed by, and Germany and Italy were starting to get into the swing of having a baby in the house. When Aksel cried in the middle of the night, they would take turns getting up to feed or change him, though, it was usually Germany because Italy managed to sleep through their son's extremely loud cries. Italy was happy taking care of the baby with Germany.More Like This
Germany had to go to his office during the day, so Italy stayed home with the baby. Italy was felt lonely, so he invited Spain and Romano over to keep him company. They hadn't had the chance to see the baby yet, so Spain didn't hesitate to drag Romano over to the house. Italy was sitting on the couch, with Aksel in his arms. The baby was mostly asleep, so his eyes were closed, but that didn't take away from his cuteness at all.
"Awww! Feli, the baby is so cute! He really is!" Spain cooed peeking at his nephew in Italy's arms. Aksel let out a soft sigh.
"~Ve! Isn't he? My bambino is the cutest one I've ever seen!" I
Dance Teacher! England x Reader Chapter 2“…Arthur…Kirkland…” You repeat slowly. It sounds vaguely familiar, but where have you heard that name before? Your brain tries and fails to recognize the name when it hits you like a ton of bricks. “Oh, yes, now I remember”, you say, almost to yourself. “It’s been so long…” “And now he’s coming back…home…”More Like This
“What’s been so long?” Emily pipes up suddenly, startling you out of your reverie.
“It’s been so long since I’ve seen him, and now I get to meet him again after 11 years…”
“Well then, it’s a good thing I convinced you, right ______?” She grins and elbows you.
“Yeah, suuuure, if you say so, Emily.”
“I DO say so! And look at this! It says he’s not only a dance teacher, but a famous one, ____!”
“WHAT?!” You yell. “I’ve known that he’s been traveling aroun
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"Piss off Nikolai."
You glared over your book at the Russian man. He blinked his sleepy red eyes lazily from where he was sprawled on the floor.
You returned to your book, slightly on edge.
Something tickled your foot.
You glared over the top of your book. Nikolai gave you a lazy smirk, running the feather he held against your foot.
"Dude! Stop!" You pulled your feet away, tucking them under your rear.
The tall Russian man scowled slightly, tossing the feather to the side.
"All you ever do is read." He leaned back, his brown hair flopping over his eyes.
You tossed the book onto the floor. "And all you ever do is stare at me."
Nikolai smirked again. Your scowl deepened.
Nikolai was always staring at you.
Even when you were alone, you couldn't get the feeling of his eyes off you.
"He's, like, totally staring at you again." Felix stabbed his fork into a piece of lettuce.
"I know." Picking up your cup, you took
2P FrancexReader Running and Hiding2P!FrancexReaderMore Like This
Running and Hiding
Wrong place at the wrong time.
That phrase explained your situation perfectly.
"Don't worry Ma'am. We won't let him get you."
The young blonde policeman across from you, pushed his glasses higher onto his nose. The odd cowlick on the top of his bounced lightly.
You nodded, your shaking hands clasped in your lap.
"I know you just told the man at the front desk what happened, but I'm going to need you to tell me."
You had indeed told the man at the front desk. His thin blonde eyebrows rising higher and higher with each word you uttered.
"O-okay." You voice was a little whisper.
"Take your time, If you ever feel the need to stop, that's okay." He pushed a cup of coffee towards you.
You nodded, inhaling shakily.
You had been walking home, a plastic bag clutched loosely in between your fingers. It was dark out, a dangerous time to be out alone no matter were you were.
The sound of your footsteps bounce