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     It was a long day at the United Nations Meeting and it seemed to be killing Austria. He played with his thumbs, taking some information in but not all. He was never really work-oriented.

     His curious, violet eyes wandered around the room and soon meet two gorgeous, emerald orbs. Switzerland. Austria frowned. He remembered when the two were small children. They were good friends then and he missed that immensely. His former friend even denied their past relationship. What a pity. What really irritated Austria was that he started to like the stubborn boy though he couldn't do a thing about it.

     He sighed and looked over at the clock which rested on the UN meeting room's wall. There was no point in bringing back old and sad memories. The clock read twelve in the afternoon. Suddenly America exclaimed something, which Austria didn't catch, and everyone started to rush out of the room. Lunch, he presumed. He stayed in his seat though, his fingers entangled and holding his head up as he dove into a deep thought.

     The room was completely empty except for Austria, or so he thought. A blond boy peeked through the door. Switzerland had returned but Austria didn't notice nor did he attempt to become aware of his surroundings. Switzerland wandered back into the room and stood behind Austria, just looming over him as he pretended the table was a piano. The blond boy smiled, which was rare for him. Austria used to have a fascination for the piano when he was young and later on he began to learn how to play it. Whenever the blond heard a melodious tune flow from a piano he smiled, immediately being reminded of his old friend. He subconsciously placed his hand on the brunette's shoulder, causing him to jump and swiftly turn his head. His look was, at first, neutral but then his eyes widened. Vash? Why would Vash be anywhere near him? He decided to lose contact with Austria some years ago. "Vash?" He asked. Switzerland's smile dispersed quickly and so did his hand from his shoulder. "Roderich." He responded, cleverly. Austria's look became neutral again.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be off getting lunch?" He asked.

"I could ask the same thing. I noticed you weren't with the other nations so I started getting worried-"

     Switzerland stopped himself. Worried? Is that what the Swiss boy muttered? Austria heart skipped a beat. He hadn't said that he cared in the longest time.

     "I mean, I...! I forgot something here and decided to get it, but I have it now so I'll be on my way!" Switzerland explained with a read face before starting to march out of the room. Austria got up and placed a hand on his shoulder, making the boy stop. "Why don't we... Have lunch together?" Austria suggested, and this time Switzerland's head turned in shock. "And give me one good reason why I should give you the time of day?" He asked and the room fell silent. "Exactly!" He said and then began to march again. Austria's face soon looked rather angered, this anger being directed towards the Swiss. He turned him around once more and quickly pulled him into the most beautiful kiss. The two could fell a tiny spark unlike no other. Switzerland's heart skipped a beat this time and his eyes widened. Austria soon broke the kiss and fled the room. Switzerland was left wide-eyes, speechless, and, sadly... Alone.

     Switzerland rushed out of the room as well to search for the Austrian. How dare he kiss and then leave me! He thought furiously as he ran down the stairs to find his former friend. Why did he care anyways? Switzerland had grown rather fond of Austria as a young boy and once he began to developed, he realized that what he felt for Austria was actually love. He would never in his life admit that though. For God's sake, he loved Austria while he only had a crush on the Swiss. His heart could get broken if he admitted such a thing!

     Switzerland entered, what looked like, a ballroom. There was that melodious sound again and he smiled slightly until he saw Austria. He was the one filling the atmosphere with such an amazing sound. Switzerland walked over to the piano and sat on it. "I don't understand you..." He said but Austrian continued to play the piece with a carefree look on his face. "I mean... Why did you kiss me?" Switzerland asked. "Simple. I like you quite a bit." He said, his eyes occupied by the piano. Switzerland's face turned a bright red but then he frowned. "S-So then why did you run off like that?!" He asked, folding his arms. "Simple. Because you don't..." He said and Switzerland's eyes grew sad.

     If only Austria knew how the Swiss felt about him. Switzerland decided that if he couldn't speak for himself, might as well let his actions do so instead. He gripped onto Austria's shirt and looked into his bleak, purple eyes. His own were screaming those three words. 'I love you.' Austria had no time to reply to the gaze for Switzerland pulled him into a unbelievably fiery kiss. Austria was, zt first, shocked at the Swiss boy's response but his eyes slowly shut. Switzerland's tongue managed to sneak into the brunette's mouth. His lips must have parted out of shock from the sudden kiss but he was now joining in on the kiss. Once their tongues united and they felt that intense spark again. Their tongues wrapped around one another, dancing every dance known to man.

     "You're right, you idiot, I don't like you..." Switzerland said after breaking the kiss, a thin string of saliva keeping the two connected. Austria's eyes averted after hearing the words, turning his head to the side. Switzerland pouted and placed his hands on Austria's face, turning his head so that he was looking him dead in the eyes. "... I fucking love you! And I have for so many years..." He admitted. Austria stared into his usually cold and piercing eyes. "Vash..." He said softly, his heart beating unbearably fast. Austria got up off the chair and crawled on top Switzerland. The boy's face beneath him was red-hot. Austria caressed the warm cheeks as he kissed Switzerland all over. His cheeks, forehead, nose, neck, and lips. Anything in sight was claimed Austria's with the power of his lips.

     Suddenly Switzerland's crotch seemed to have been invaded. Austria was grinding his erection into the blonde's, causing a slur of soft moans to leave his lips. "You… You're horny?" Switzerland gulped. I say 'I love you' and he gets horny? He asked himself. He took a mental note. "Extremely. I cannot tell you how much I want you right now…" Austria replied, licking and nipping at the ear he spoke into.  "Ngh…" The Swiss boy moaned, his fingers entangled in the chocolate-brown hair. "Really?" He asked, becoming harder each second himself. "Oh, of course." Austria paused. "I… I want to fuck you… Right here on this piano were we can make our own music…" He said, not exactly knowing if anything was going to happen at all just yet. They just admitted their feelings for each other! But their hearts have been harboring those feelings for the longest time… Maybe something just might happen.

     "… So what's stopping you?" Switzerland asked. "Maybe I want you to fuck me… Right here, right now…" He continued. "Suck." Austria ordered immediately after hearing the words, his fingers grazing the blonde's delectable lips. Switzerland smirked and kissed each finger before bringing them into his mouth. He sucked each and every one of them individually, his tongue peeking out from the comfort of his rosy lips to tease them as well. He wondered why Austria was making him suck on his fingers. Was that necessary for sex or something? Man, he was such an oblivious virgin. He didn't dare ask the Austrian man who hovered over him. How embarrassing would that be? He'd just keep his mouth shut and go with it.

     Austria shivered at the hot tongue coated his fingers with saliva, his cock growing harder as the seconds seemed to just fly by. His free hand began unbuttoning Switzerland's shirt and pulling his pants down, leaving his chest exposed and his pants and underwear around his ankles. Switzerland returned the tiny favor by undressing the brunette, his body left in the same state. He secretly awed at the Austrian's slim and lean yet toned body. Just the sight caused him to unintentionally moan, and he scolded himself for doing so. Austria's fingers slipped out of Switzerland's mouth slowly, all of the heat escaping them.

     Austria brought the Swiss boy into a series of passionate kisses as his hand migrated south. His hand brushed up against Switzerland's behind, causing him to gasp in surprise. Austria wanted more of a reaction to he grabbed hold of the luscious butt and gave it a squeeze. He turned a deep read as a soft moan left his lips. "Angh~" Austria smiled. He never smiled but he just couldn't help himself. The sight was far too amusing for his eyes. His hand traveled just a bit lower and his long, wet fingers began grazing Switzerland's back entrance dreadfully slow. "N-No games, dammit!~" The Swiss scolded, trying not to moan during but he failed horribly. Austria didn't torture him any longer. One of his fingers slipped into Switzerland and he gasped as the back entrance tightened around his finger immediately. "Ah!" Switzerland yelled, his hands finding their place on Austria's strong shoulders.

     Austria gave Switzerland a reassuring and sweet kiss on the lips. "Does it hurt?" He asked in caring tone. Switzerland nodded his head hesitantly. It wasn't a terrible pain but it was definitely there. "I'll just have to fix that then…" He said, his free hand sliding down the blonde's body. His fingers brushed up against every tender spot the slim body owned, making the boy beneath him mewl in pleasure, until they wrapped around his cock. Switzerland's eyes widened at the contact. "This is how you plan on making me feel better?!" He asked, irrationally. Austria nodded, his fingers grazing the organ before beginning to pump it. "The pleasure will cloud the pain…" He whispered into his ear, giving it a soothing kiss afterwards. Switzerland felt the need to scold the Austrian again but only moans left his lips. "R… Roderich…~"

     Switzerland seemed to have calmed down and so a second finger followed the first, stretching the tight back entrance out as they thrust. The boy then arched his back, gasping before letting out a satisfied scream. "Ah!~" Austria's fingers had crashed into his prostate. The Swiss boy's grip tightened and he pulled Austria closer to him. "T-That's enough!" He screamed, his lips brushing up against the brunette's hot neck. "… Get inside me." He ordered, the tsundere's face red from his own words.

     Austria did not object, his fingers slipping out of Switzerland slowly. He then wrapped his arm around the blonde's slim body, the other pumping away at his throbbing member. No wonder he was so eager to have the Austrian inside of him. Austria position himself, giving Switzerland a look that asked him if he was ready. The boy beneath him looked away, embarrassed, and nodded. The Austrian tried to calm himself before swinging his hips forward, his pulsating length being consumed by the tight, hot, narrow hole. His face turned a dark red and he let out a long groan, Switzerland screaming in return. "My God, Vash! So tight!" He moaned out, the Swiss boy tight even after all that preparation. Switzerland was too busy swimming in a pool of pleasure to be embarrassed by the comment.

     Austria began thrusting in and out at a slow, decent pace, his hands moving up and down Switzerland's shaft at the same pace until the boy began barking at him. "Don't be so gentle! I'm not a baby you know! … Ngh!~" He yelled in a furious tone, yet it managed to sound rather erotic. Austria didn't reply but his body sure did, suddenly picking it's pace up. His body began moving rapidly and violently, tears starting to form in Switzerland's eyes for he didn't expect the thrusting to become so brutal so fast. "Roderich!~" He moaned and Austria shook. He loved hearing the sound of his name being called out by Switzerland. He kissed the boy's tears away and his pace picked up again, pulling Switzerland forward as he thrust in and out in a crazed manner. The Swiss got the hint and began bucking into the length, his eyes closing every once and a while in pleasure.

     Switzerland's eyes flew open and he arched his back again, into the member. "Oh God! Roderich!!~" He screamed louder, right into Austria's ear. The brunette finally decided to show emotion by letting moans and screams flow out from his mouth. "Vash!~" Austria had hit that spot once again, his length ramming into that one spot over and over again with the help of both his and Switzerland's vigorous hips. The blonde's grip tightened even more, pulling Austria forward to kiss, lick, suck on, and nip on his searing-hot neck.  "Mmm!" He moaned against the neck as Austria crashed into the spot viciously, brutally, violently, everything. It was starting to become unbearable. Switzerland could have sworn the piano they were making love on was spinning.

     Switzerland's lips parted, releasing moans each tome Austria threw his hips forward, which was every second. His face was red-hot, sweat building up all over his pale skin. "Ah! I… I'm going to…-" He panted into Austria's ear. "… RODERICH!~" He screamed from the top of his lungs, the gorgeous, melodious sound filling the ballroom. He trembled as he climaxed, his face being that of pure ecstasy as the creamy white substance shot onto his stomach. Austria didn't last too long afterward, being thrown off the edge and into his own climax. "God! VASH!~" He yelled, Switzerland's previous scream echoing with his as he released. Austria's seed poured into his back entrance, filling the Swiss up to the brim. A soft moan followed.

     Pants filled the room now rather than screams. Austria slowly pulled himself out of Switzerland and wrapped his arms around him. "Vash…?" He asked, breathing heavily. "Yes?" The Swiss asked, his response muffled slightly by Austria's sweaty skin. "… I love you too…" He said. The blond then smiled, wrapping his arms around the brunette before snuggling into his chest. The two friends had finally reunited as lovers.

Austria @ Switzerland: Creators of Hetalia
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You were walking around on the college campus. Many College student's either going home, to class, lunch. It was great for you to be in college. Furthering your education to become a detective. You also worked there to help support your twin brother.

In the years of studying you've met a lot of outstanding detectives as a trainee.

Smirking you felt a sudden vibe. I familiar one lurking around you. You glance to the supposedly undercover L. It was funny how you knew when he was around. It was cute of him to try to be undercover. He was very serious about his work. You learned the hard way as you once trained under him. He was a utter mess with all his sweet, logical ramblings. You were surprised how you ever managed to work so well under him. You even developed a small crush on the weird man.

You only casually walk by him and BAM. Everything went black.

Your vision blurred as you awoken from the sudden blackout. Your head pounded in distress. The feeling wasn't so quaint. The room was dark, but only one light shined bright as it hung over you. 'Where the hell am I?' you thought sitting up from the from your chair.
"Sorry for the inconvenience Ms. ____________. I just wanted to ask you a few questions." A familiar semi blunt tone spoke.

You huffed "Well isn't this peachy. Is this how you treat women on a daily basis." He chuckled softly putting a few papers down. He brought himself fully into the light. Your assumption was right. "Why should I answer questions to you L?" you spoke rolling your eyes. He frowned. "This has something to do with the Kira case-"  you scoffed as he mentioned that case. "Not this again. This is a waste of time" You began as you pull yourself at of the chair.

A quick hand grabbed you pulling you down on the table. L's empty eyes gazing into your (Eye color) ones. You blush and attempt of looking away. "Well, you don't want me to force you. Right?" He smirked.

You blush harder. What has gone over him. This was out of character. You look up at him and put on a equally mischievous smirk. "Go ahead, force me then. I answer you anything." you teased. Next thing you knew he was fully on top of you. His long black messy hair hanging over his face staring at you with a evil grin.

"Are you sure you want me too?" He asked.

His sexy smirk making you squirm in delight. "Oh yeah~" You cooed.

He went kissing up your neck tenderly. You sigh lovingly feeling your fingertip into his hair. Your small dream was going to be realized. He started suckling at your neck. A light moan escaped you. A smirk was felt against your  delicate (color) skin. He was enjoying this just was much as you did. His hands traveling up your shirt pulling it fully up. His fingers quickly snapping the bra away. You blush with surprised. He was certainly skilled in this department.

His hand massaged one of the breasts as his took the other breast to his lip. Sucking the nipple. His tongue swirled hungrily on it.

You moan out making you get more damp in the panties.

He pulled away pulling his shirt off. You observed his well toned chest. For such a skinny guy. He was sure well built.

He smirked wondering his hands down to your skirt pulling it completely off. Along with your panties revealing you wet women hood. He smiled and rubbed your clit. You breathed out a loud moan. He was moving so fast. Your mind couldn't process it. Without realizing his pants and boxers were off too. His member fully erected.

He then moved his face to yours and kissed you hard on the lips. You playfully moved your knee against his manhood. Grinding him as his made the most sexiest noise possible. It drove you mad of how sexy he was being.

You wrapped your arms around his neck lightly as you pressed your entire body against his in an attempt to be closer . Then he started to kiss down your neck, in between your breast he kept going down until his face was right above your more private area. "May I ___________?" He asked as his hands massaged your thighs . You blush with a slight nod and He smiled. He then grabbed one of you legs and started to kiss it from the toes down until he was back at your entrance.

Lightly he blew cold air into it causing you to squirm slightly "please don't tease"you pouted and he chuckled

He put his tongue into you causing you to squeal in delight as you grasped at the edges of the table. He smirk swirling his tongue inside you tasting every bit of juices you had. You moan out his name and as you did this you pulled away moving your legs, so they were draped over his shoulders, in which allowed him more entrance for his fully erect cock. Then swiftly entering himself into you.

You moaned loudly in slightly pain as your vagina got used to his size. He then to pull back and forth. He grunted a bit and you moaned delightfully.

The pressure started to build up, little by little, as you moaned L over and over again. You felt that your orgasm was going to come soon enough. So you decided to switch positions with L. Quickly you flipped him onto his back and started to ride him. His groaned out in surprise. He would stare up at you as you went crazy on him. His hand took hold of you hips helping you pump faster. His moan steadily grew more. "Ahhh! ___________~" He moan. You smirk going harder against him. "L~" you cooed back.

After a few minutes of you riding him. He stiffened releasing his seed into you. You moan loudly coming just when he did. Your back arched letting you head swing back as he fill you up.

He panted gazing at you with a smile. His arm bringing you close to his chest. You breathed looking at him with full content. "Okay you convinced me. I'll answer your questions." You grinned.

He chuckled petting your hair. "Good because this can be pretty hard work sometimes.."
A re-write of my first lemon I ever written a few years ago. -flails and face desks- I tried fixing it as best as I could. It still sucks! It would of helped if I remembered Death Note more. Please excuse me because I really don't remember Death Note much. It's been years. -sigh-

Not really much of a L fangirl anymore. He's kind of overrated... -ducks and hides from rabid fangirls- SORRY >_<

Anyways! I hope you all enjoy this!

Comment's and Criticism will be appreciated!

Death Note (c) Takeshi Obata

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“Hn… Mmph…! Ah, goddammit!”

Gilbert Beilschmidt’s frustrated outburst echoed from the captain’s cabin, causing fellow seafarer Francis Bonnefoy to abruptly pause his leisurely stroll around the ship’s upper decks. The Frenchman grew curious, and made his way to the bejeweled door.

“Gilbert? Are you well?” he called out to his friend.

“Che…! It’s none of your damn business! Go the hell away!”

Francis pouted. “But mon ami, if you are troubled, I would like to help.”

“This isn’t something I want help with! Least of all from you!”

The audible thud of something—a boot, perhaps—hitting the door made Francis jump backwards.

“What’s going on, huh?”

Francis turned to see his friend Antonio Fernandez Carriedo steadily approaching, a wide and friendly grin on the Spaniard’s olive-skinned visage.

“Oh, nothing, just Gilbert going through his monthly cycle again,” Francis chuckled.

“Frog-legged bastard!” Another THUD.

“Gil, you ok, amigo?” Antonio inquired in a more genuine tone.

Gilbert was silent, though the outside pair could scarcely hear the soft, subtle sounds of labored breathing.

Francis covered the smirk inching towards each of his ears as he shared a meaningful glance with Antonio. They knew exactly what the German was up to. With the utmost stealth, Antonio whipped a skeleton key from his coat pocket and silently slipped it into the keyhole. A slow, gentle turn coaxed the lock free, and on Francis’ three-count, the pair burst through the door.

“Aha! Caught you, you twisted scamp!” Francis bellowed over Gilbert’s rather feminine scream.

Gilbert scrambled furiously to try to hide his half-bare lower regions, his face as red as the tomatoes Antonio was so fond of.

“You sick bastards! I’ll kill you both, I swear!”

“Relax, Gil, you’ve nothing to be embarrassed about,” Antonio chuckled, holding up his hands in peace. “What you’re doing is perfectly natural, ?”

“Yes, but last I checked, the term ‘masturbation’ meant doing it alone.”

Francis laughed. “Well, last I checked, doing it with an audience is actually quite exhilarating. Wouldn’t you agree, Antonio?”

Antonio’s cheeks flushed. “It does have its merits, yes…”

Gilbert scoffed. “It doesn’t matter anyway… I…” He cast his gaze aside in shame. “I can’t get hard…”

Francis stifled a giggle, while Antonio expressed an honest disquiet.

Qué triste. Have you tried picturing Lady Hungary in the nude?”

“Why the hell would I do that?! Hungary’s a dude, isn’t he?”

No longer able to contain himself, Francis fell into a fit of guffaws.

“Laugh one more time, and my sword goes through your neck, snail!” Gilbert threatened as he gripped the hilt of the blade lying beside him.

“Hoh hoh hoh! Will you at least hear a friendly suggestion before you send me to my maker then?”

Gilbert glared at Francis suspiciously. “What?”

“You recall what I said about the exhilaration of having an audience, do you not?”

“What’s your point?”

Francis sauntered across the room towards Antonio. He reached out his hands, gently cupping the Spaniard’s face within them.

“Francis? What are you—?”

Antonio’s lips were stolen before he could complete his question.

“What the scheiße?!” Gilbert gasped in the background.
Francis ignored both his friends’ shock and continued to administer soft but demanding kisses against Antonio’s lips. At first, Antonio resisted—mostly due to the sheer suddenness—but after a moment, he gave in, permitting the suave blonde’s tongue a dance with his own. Neither Antonio nor Francis were ones to discriminate genders when it came to sexual pleasure.

Gilbert, however, was flabbergasted.

“What… Why would you…”

Francis just barely pulled back from Antonio’s face, casting a seductive glance in Gilbert’s direction.

“We have all been at sea a long… long time… So many lonely nights, with only our dirty little secrets to slake our lust… I propose…” Francis glided the tip of his tongue along Antonio’s jugular, and the Spaniard shuddered pleasurably. “We set aside our so-called ‘shame’ and… work together.”

Antonio swallowed back a few breathless gasps.

“I… am with Francis… on this… Ay Dios mío…”

Gilbert’s heart thundered. His mouth hung open, empty words frozen in his throat. He didn’t know whether to protest or play along. Francis had always been so open about sexual matters—Gilbert just didn’t think he would be this open.

“This is insane…” Gilbert finally managed to mutter.

A deep chuckle resonated from Francis.

“Just watch us for a few moments… and maybe your condition can be remedied, très bien?”

Gilbert stared in awed silence as Francis resumed his and Antonio’s passionate liplock. Within seconds, the Spaniard’s tunic was on the floor, his bronze skin exposed to the glow of the evening sunset fountaining through the window. Francis kissed along the golden sunspots flecking Antonio’s arms and chest, paying careful attention to the budding brown nipples.

“Ah…! Fran… cis… Not… just there…”

Without a word, Francis answered his friend’s desire, trailing the fingers of his right hand down to the growing bulge beneath Antonio’s tight pantaloons. He cradled the protrusion in his palm, rubbing in slow, feather-light circles until the shaft was visibly outlined beneath the dark cloth. Antonio’s breathing ran ragged with blissful moans as he desperately clung to the Frenchman’s sturdy back to keep from slipping to the floor. Francis held him tightly, comforting him with deep, wet kisses on his lips and neck. The more Francis toyed with Antonio’s manhood, the more the Spaniard cried and squirmed in delight.

Gilbert was utterly fascinated. He never knew two men could pleasure each other so… so perfectly. His crimson eyes watched unblinkingly at the erotic spectacle before him. His hand began to move automatically, lightly touching the stiffening extension between his legs. He almost couldn’t believe it—this madness was actually working.

He circled his finger over his tip, coaxing out a bubble of pre-cum as his eyes traveled back to Antonio’s now-exposed erection. A blush crept across Gilbert’s nose; Antonio was flawless from root to tip. Soft tufts of dark brown hair curled lovingly around the proud extension, which stood at full attention as Francis’ mouth closed in to seize it. The Frenchman kissed along the quivering length and expertly swirled the dripping mass of moisture around it with his tongue.
“Ah! …Ay sí! Suck me more… AAH!” Antonio mewled, his hands swinging back to grab hold of the desk behind him.

Gilbert’s loins roiled with an electric heat. His fully aroused manhood was drenched with his wetness. He vigorously moved his fingers up and down, never taking his eyes away from his friends.

Finally, Antonio threw his head back and released a savage cry as his orgasm exploded into Francis’ orifice. The sight nearly sent Gilbert over the edge; he wanted so desperately to find release!

“Mmm…! Huff huff… Wait… Keep going… I’m almost… Uhn!”

“Gil…” Antonio panted.

Francis motioned for Antonio to follow him, and the two made their way to their writhing friend’s side.

“Here, Gil, let me help you,” Antonio purred, getting on all-fours and moving Gilbert’s hands aside.

“Y-you don’t have to… Mmph!”

Gilbert’s nervous words were severed by Francis’ lips kissing him softly. Having never before been kissed by a man, Gilbert bristled against the moist maws. Francis did not allow him to pull back; he tenderly grasped the back of Gilbert’s head with his right hand, and gracefully started stripping the German of his upper garments.

Gilbert squirmed terribly. His body was much quicker than his mind to succumb to the double-edged pleasure. He groaned into Francis’ mouth as Antonio lapped and sucked upon his length. He didn’t know what to do, where his hands should go, why his legs were twitching against his will.

“Wait… Wait, I…! Oh Gott!”

“Shhh…” Francis cooed. “Don’t think. Just enjoy.”

Gilbert swallowed heavily before he was once again silenced. He closed his eyes, slowly allowing himself to be swept away. Soon, all that filled his mind was the unbelievable pleasure building in his core. A great wave of delectation rose within him like the crest of a wave, climbing higher and stronger until Gilbert could no longer contain it.

“Dammit, I can’t… I’m com… coming… AAAHHHH!!!”

Sweet relief shot forth from his tip, spraying Antonio’s cheeks and chin with the product of his pleasure. Gilbert crunched forward, riding out the last pulses of his orgasm until his body gave out. He fell back into Francis’ outstretched arms, panting desperately for air.

“Do not rest quite yet, mon ami,” Francis chuckled seductively. “There is still one among us who has yet to be satisfied.”

As Francis spoke, he lay Gilbert flat on the floor and erotically spread his legs on either side of the German’s head. He slowly slipped off his pants, at last bringing to light his gloriously engorged manhood. The saturated tip lightly brushed against Gilbert’s parted lips; the feeling sent paralyzing chills down Gilbert’s spine.

“Use your mouth, Gilbert. I want to feel your heat…”

Gilbert gulped timidly. The usually over-confident young man was now reduced to a trembling sack of nerves, all because of a French sex god. Still, Gilbert resolved to endure, and awkwardly wrapped his lips around the twitching tip.

“Mmm… Oui… Oh, that’s excellent… More…” Francis growled.

Gilbert pinched his eyes shut, using his hands to hold Francis’ extension downward so his mouth could get a better grip. He couldn’t believe he was giving another man a blow job—and especially could not believe that he was actually enjoying it.

He soon heard a low sigh come from Antonio.

“Gil… You look so cute sucking him off… Your face is like a tomato, so red and shiny…”

Gilbert would have spat at him to shut the hell up, had he not had a throbbing member shoved into his mouth.

Antonio started kissing the insides of Gilbert’s thighs, making the German sigh blissfully. Both he and Antonio were well-hardened once again, and Antonio was not about to let their rebuilt erections go to waste.

“Francis, let him roll over,” Antonio requested.

Francis complied, crawling backwards while helping Gilbert roll onto his hands and knees.

Gilbert continued to suck away at Francis, but momentarily choked as a strange stiffness slid into the partition between his buttocks.

“What the hell are you…?” he coughed.

“It’s okay. I won’t put it in just yet. I just want to grind against you.”

Gilbert gagged once again on Francis, who grunted his annoyance.

“P-p-p-put it in!?!?! Put it in where!?” Gilbert stammered.

“Don’t worry about it; just put your mouth back on me!” Francis bellowed in frustration.

Gilbert’s cry of surprise was muffled by the hardness invading his oral cavity. He tried to concentrate on satisfying Francis, but doing so was made much more difficult by Antonio’s throbbing shaft sliding between his cheeks. Wetness dribbled down his chin and sizzled on the small of his back; Antonio’s fingers stroking Gilbert’s twitching length further deepened the pools of moisture on the floor. It was all any of them could do to keep their minds anchored somewhat in reality.

After what seemed to Gilbert like an eternity, Francis began to grow and swell between Gilbert’s teeth.

Oui! Très bien, mon Gilbert… OH! I cannot hold back any longer!”

Gilbert flinched as Francis shot a barrage of cum into the back of his throat. The crimson-eyed man spat and hacked the salty emulsion burning lungs. Francis then lifted Gilbert’s face in his hands and soothed him with a sweet kiss.

“Gilbert… I do believe I underestimated you. You are quite skilled at this…” Francis whispered in his ear, making him shiver. “I think it’s about time we… up the ante…”

Gilbert’s lower half roiled, though he couldn’t tell whether it was due to Francis’ words or Antonio’s careful stroking, both in front and behind. He could tell the Spaniard was getting ready to ejaculate once more.

“Gil…” Antonio grunted, “I want to come inside you… It may hurt a bit when I put it in, but…” He stretched himself over Gilbert’s back, planting a kiss on Gilbert’s ear. “Por favor… ¿Puedo?

The young German did not know how to answer. He was afraid, but a nagging curiosity clawed at the back of his mind. If all this foreplay could make him this excited, would being taken by a man really be so bad?

“Just… be easy…” Gilbert relented, looking longingly into his friend’s emerald eyes.

“Oh, Gil…!” Antonio sighed, pulling the gorgeous German’s lips to his. “You’re so…” Another hungry kiss. “…beautiful!”

“I couldn’t agree more, but…” Francis moved to Antonio’s side. “You are also incredibly beautiful, Antonio…” He ran his finger along Antonio’s side and down to his rear, where he traced careless circles over the round buttocks. “What say you, eh? While you take Gilbert, may I take you?”

Antonio blushed, looking from Gilbert to Francis.

“H-how… can we do that?”

“But of course! Here, Gilbert, roll onto your back.”

Gilbert obeyed; he was far beyond the point of protest now.

“Now, Antonio, align yourself with him. And go in… slowly…”

Antonio smiled, giving Gilbert a reassuring peck on the forehead, and pushed his tip against Gilbert’s pursed entrance.

Gilbert shouted as his walls were painfully stretched. Antonio comforted Gilbert with gentle kisses, taking his time so Gilbert could accommodate his width without injuring the mewling German.

Francis breathed heavily, using his hand to revive his erection. “Such sinful noises you two make… I could come just from listening to you…”

“Shut… up… Aaah!” Gilbert hissed through grit teeth.

Francis smiled devilishly at the harsh remark.

Gilbert held fast onto Antonio’s rocking back as the Spaniard inched further and further inside him. His back jerked into an arch as Antonio’s tip scraped against his inner mound. Fresh, raw pleasure singed his every nerve ending, making his toes curl and his eyes loll to the back of his head. With one final push, Antonio was fully lodged within Gilbert’s clenching insides.

“You’re warm… Gil…”

Gilbert bit his lower lip in embarrassment.

“Ah… W-what happens… now?”

Francis answered, “Just be still for a few moments. Antonio, lean over a bit more. Yes, that’s good… Now…” He positioned himself behind the sweating Spaniard, placed a kiss on each perfect cheek, and passed a quick lap of his tongue up the damp crease.

“F-Francis!” Antonio gasped, his sudden spasm causing Gilbert to tighten upon him.

“Warn a guy, would ya!?” Gilbert snarled.

“S-sorry…” Antonio apologized, glaring at Francis over his shoulder.

Francis merely laughed. “Forgive me. Antonio’s backside seems to have been chiseled by the hands of God Himself.” He kissed the base of Antonio’s spine. “I could not resist.”

Antonio’s face turned so red, it was nearly purple.


“I’m not the only one.”


Francis moistened Antonio’s experienced entrance with his tongue, and finally inserted his erection. It did not take long before Francis was completely enshrined. The trio was finally connected as one.

“Now, Antonio,” Francis whispered, “Move with me. And Gilbert,” He smirked as his azure eyes locked with Gilbert’s garnet ones. “Prepare for one hell of a ride.”

With that said, Francis began to grind himself into Antonio’s opening. Antonio moaned, momentarily losing himself as Francis’ enormity pumped across his most sensitive spot. After a short while, he collected what he could of himself and fell into rhythm with Francis, moving himself in and out of Gilbert’s squelching walls.

Gilbert’s hands flew to his forehead and gripped his bangs. The pleasure was infuriating and intoxicating all at once. He could no longer breathe without sounding like an animal. He was frightened of himself, but at the same time he had never before felt so aware of himself. He could feel both Antonio’s and Francis’ weight upon him, driving into him and giving him life. They not only cured his temporary impotence—they were giving him the most incredible intercourse he had ever had in his life!

As for Antonio, he had given and received several times, but never felt the bliss of both simultaneously. As he pumped, he was pumped into, and it was awe-inspiring! All of his favorite places were alight with desire; nowhere was left forgotten or ignored by his two partners, who touched and held him with furious vigor. The sounds filling the room echoed in his ears, only serving to drive him further over the edge.

And then there was Francis, who inwardly beamed with pride as he rapidly thrust himself as deep as possible into Antonio. He had only suggested this little ménage à trois as a joke, never thinking the two would actually go along with it. Now, in the midst of all this hellish passion, he thanked the higher powers that they did. His shaft burned blissfully within Antonio’s hot walls. His hands greedily groped the thrashing Gilbert’s perfectly-formed extension. Francis had not felt this turned on in such a long time; he just couldn’t get enough!

The pumping and stroking continued for several moments, mounting into a mighty fury that flashed across all three men’s most intimate regions.

Antonio was the first to feel the fever of an orgasm growing in his loins.

Ay, Dios…! This is it for me… AaaAAAaaaHHH!!! Francis!! Gilbert!!”

Then Francis:

“Me too…! C-coming…!! HNNN!!”

Finally, Gilbert:

“Oh, Gott, I can’t take anymore!! Too… good…! AAAAAHH!!!”

All three orgasms pounded together like thunder rolling through storm clouds. White liquid spouted and sloshed about to-and-fro, falling where it may upon the trio’s weakening bodies. They held each other in the final moments of their ecstasy, feeling the pulsations ebb away into a sweet numbness.

Francis finally pulled out of Antonio and leaned back against the nearby desk, catching his breath.

“Gilbert… Do you… feel any better?” He smirked.

Gilbert started to snap back, but a soft moan escaped his throat as Antonio slipped out of him. The caring brunette helped Gilbert into a sitting position, keeping his arms lovingly draped around the German.

“You seemed to have enjoyed yourself, no?” Antonio stated with a smile.

Gilbert blushed, resting his weary head on Antonio’s shoulder.

“Looks like you were right for once, Frenchie,” Gilbert muttered bashfully.

Francis scoffed haughtily to himself. He made a silent resolution—these little trysts would most certainly have to become a regular activity on these eternal voyages… and perhaps even on land.

~*El Fin / La Fin / Das Ende</i>*~
This is my first attempt at a threesome, so it was a little embarrassing to write. Still, I was determined to get it done! XD I hope you like!

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(Ugh, another late day at school. I have got to stop getting detention!) You thought to yourself as you walked through the dark streets of Death City.

(I just hope no one sees me... My reputation is bad enough. If someone catches me out here, its all over!)

You walked past a small area; with a large fountain, park benches and a few street lamps.

(This place is always nice at night...)

A smile snuck to your lips at the beautiful sight. Your smile soon faded when you noticed a figure behind you, a bit of a distance from you.

(What the...? That guy has been following me for a while... What do they want!?)

You stepped into the light of one of the street lamps, and sat down on a bench.

(God, I hope they leave...)

The figure walks into the light, revealing himself to you. You sighed in relief.

(Thank god. It was just Kid.)

You blushed, remembering the huge crush you had on him. You liked him since you came to the DWMA.

“Hey, _____. Why are you out this late at night? Something bad could happen to you, ya’ know...” He asked you, now sitting next to you.

“Hmm? Oh, I know. I just like how pretty this place looks at night.” You looked over at the illuminated fountain. Technically, you weren't fully lying; just leaving out some facts.

“It is kinda pretty, isn't it?”

“Yeah.” You smiled.

“Just like you.”

Those words caught you off guard.


“N-nothing...” Kid looked to the side, not making eye contact with you.

“No, I heard you say something. What was it?”

Kid turned to you, his face a deep shade of crimson.

“J-just, l-like you...” He stuttered under his breath.

“What? I can’t hear you when you mumble!”

“Just like you!!” He yelled, looking away from your face.

(W-what just happened!? Did Kid just call me pretty??)

“Uuuuhh, thanks...” You said, blushing madly, looking at the ground.

~~~~~~~~Kids POV~~~~~~~~

(What are you doing!? The mood is perfect! Shes right next to you! Quit with the beating around the bush, and tell her how you feel! You’ve liked her for too long! Just tell her!!)

I looked at the ground. I could feel my face, painted with a bright red blush. I took a second to feel her soul wavelength; she was almost a nervous as I was.

(You idiot! Tell her, before she leaves! You might never get a chance like this again!)

I looked over to _____, and brushed some of her (h/c) hair out of her face.

~~~~~~~~Normal POV~~~~~~~

(W-what's he doing!? O////O)

“_____...” Kid said, looking into your eyes, still blushing.


“I, well, I... I, kinda, sorta, like you...” He looked down at the ground.

(I-is this really happening?)

“Kid... What are you trying to say?”

Kid looked at you, his expression serious.

“I like you, _____. More than just a friend. I have for a while now... And- Ugh! What am I doing? No way would someone as fantastic as you, want to go out with some asymmetrical scum like me!”

(Is he for real!?)

“I should just go-” You grabbed Kids arm before he could leave.

“_____, what are you doing?” You could see the tears in his eyes.

You stood up, still holding onto his arm. You looked him in his yellow eyes. His heartbroken expression almost made you cry. He kept looking at you, confused and depressed. Before he could say anything else, you leaned over and kissed him. At first, he was shocked; but then he melted into the kiss.

He broke out of the kiss and looked at you.

“_____... I don’t understand...”

“Kid... I’ve liked you for so long now... I would have told you sooner, but-”

“You were afraid of being rejected?”


Kid smirked, and kissed you again, with more passion.

You kissed back, putting your arms around his neck to deepen it.

You and Kid broke the kiss to breath.

“Hey, _____, Its getting kinda cold out here...”

“I guess it is...”

“Lets go back to my place, yeah?”

(O/////O Did he just say, what I think he just said?)

“Uuuh, yeah... Sure.”

Kid grabbed you by the hand, and the two of you started walking to his house.

Once you arrive, Kid let go of your hand to unlock the gate.

(Woah. His house is huge! This is the first time I’ve seen it... I know hes Lord Death’s son, but still!)

“Liz and Patty are out tonight, so we have the place to ourselves.” Kid smirked.

You blushed at the statement.

“Come on, its freezing out here!” Kid exclaimed when he noticed your blush.

You nodded and followed him inside.

The inside was just as big as the outside promised.

Kid put his black jacket on the coat rack next to the door.

You and Kid walked into the living room.

“So, you wanna stay in here, o-or go up to my r-room?” He asked you, nervously.

“Y-your room is fine, I guess...”

(Is what's happening what I think is happening?)

Kid blushed and turned to the staircase that lead to the second floor.

“O-okay. Its this way...” He told you, as he started walking up the stairs.

~~~~~~~~Kids POV~~~~~~~~

(Her soul is acting kinda strange... Is she thinking what I think shes thinking? Oh, god. I hope she can’t tell what I’m thinking...!)

I awkwardly walked over to my bedroom and pushed the double doors open.

I motioned for _____ to go in first.
“Ladies first.” I told her while blushing.

“T-thanks...” She replied.

~~~~~~~~Normal POV~~~~~~~~

(Ugh! This is so weird! Maybe I should have just gone home...)

Kid sat down on his bed and motioned for you to sit next to him.

You blushed as you awkwardly walked towards him, and sat next to him.

“S-so... How long did you say you liked m-me?” He asked you.

You looked down at the floor to hide your deep red blush, failing miserably.

“Almost as long as I’ve been going to the DWMA...” You admitted sheepishly.

“_____...” Kid said under his breath, grabbing hold of your chin, pulling your face close to his.

Your face went into the deepest shade of crimson it could. It felt like your cheeks were going to melt off, they were so hot.

“Y-yeah?” Your eyes darted away from his gaze.

“I-I love you...” He whispered.

You looked him in the eyes, shocked, and still blushing. He leaned in, and mashed his lips against yours, kissing you patiently.

You started kissing back with equal passion.

He pushed you down on the bed, not breaking the kiss.

(Are we doing what I think we’re doing? Oh god... Am I ready for this!?)

Kid started licking you lips, begging for an entrance.

You got lost in the moment. Instead of letting him in, you just smirked into the kiss.

Kid growled, then smirked. You could feel his hand slowly move down your side, and down to your butt. You could feel him squeeze it hard.

You let out a yelp. He wasted no time in entering your mouth, and starting to explore.

You weren't going down without a fight. You started pushing his tongue around your mouth. Kid smirked. Before you knew it, it was a fight for dominance. You and Kid both fought for the right to the others mouth, but he ended up with dominance.

You frowned slightly; you hated losing.

Before long, Kid ran his hand up the hem of your shirt. It snaked its way up your stomach, and to your breasts. He started massaging your breast, bra still on.

You let out a slight moan into the kiss.

Kid smirked and reached both his hands behind your back. In one quick move, he undid your bra.

You reached into your shirt, and took the unhinged bra off, and flung it across the room.

“A-are we really ganna do this?” Kid asked you, looking down at your fragile body.

“I guess so... Unless you wanna sto-”

“No. Unless, you want to...”

“Kid, if I wanted to stop, why would I have taken off my bra!?”

Kid smirked.

“Fair point.”

He started kissing you again.

“If at any point, you want me to stop, you tell me; okay?” He said into the kiss.

You nodded.

Kid smirked as he started kissing your neck, his hand on the other side.

He started kissing up and down your neck, looking for your sensitive spot.

When he found it, you let out a moan. He smirked and started nibbling at it.

“K-Kid! Ahh! Kid!”

Kid smirked as he started licking the spot.

His warm saliva sent shivers down your spine.

Kid re-reached his hand up the hem of your shirt. Now that your bra was off, he could have some real fun.

He snaked his hand up your stomach once more, and reached your naked breasts. He started massaging it again, and started playing with your nipple.

You moaned loudly.

Kid smirked, and pulled off your shirt.

“Wow, you look pretty!” He told you as he stared at your half naked body.

You blushed madly.

“D-don’t look at me like that!” You yelled, covering your chest with your arms.

“Heh, why not?” Kid leaned in to whisper into your ear.

“Your so cute.” He smiled and started kissing your neck again.

You moaned loudly again; you could feel yourself getting wet.

Kid gave a low chuckle.

“Maybe a little too cute.”

He sat up and started unbuttoning his shirt. You smirked and reached up. In one swift move, you ripped his shirt strate open, buttons scattering.

“Hmh, a little eager, are we?” Kid chuckled, looking down at you.

“Oh, shut up and take your shirt off!” You yelled at him.

He obeyed, and threw it in a random direction.

“Better?” He asked you, highly amused with your actions.

You squirmed underneath him.

“Much.” You smirked, rubbing the back of your hands against his warm skin.

“This is so much nicer the the freezing cold outside!” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss.

“Its about to get even better.” He said into the kiss, slowly moving his hand down your back, and into your pants.

“Heh, if you wait a second, I can get these things out of the way...” You told him jokingly.

He smirked at you and moved his head down the your zipper. He bit down on it and unzipped your pants with his teeth.

You blushed as he scooted off of your legs, and ripped off your jeans.

He grazed your smooth legs.

“Heh, who's eager now?” You smirked and gave him a chuckle.

“Yup, you're too cute.”  He laughed as he took off his own pants.

He sat back on your waist.

“Are you sure you want to keep going?” Kid asked you, his eyes filled with lust.

“I’m sure as hell.” You told him, grinding your hips against his.

“Hah, good.” He said, getting off of you to take off your underwear.

“Man, are you wet!” He yelled, grazing his fingers around your walls.

“S-shut up! Its n-not my fau- AHH!!” You yelled as he inserted one of his fingers.

“Heh, your tight, too.”

He started thrusting his finger in and out of you as you moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain.

As you started getting used to the one finger, he inserted another one, adding in a scissoring motion.

You screamed as a few tears dripped down the side of your face.

“You okay? I can stop if you wa-”

“I’m f-fine. You just c-caught me off guard...” You stuttered as you tried to catch your breath.

Kid continued to thrust his fingers in and out of you. After a few minutes, he added a third one.

You moaned loudly as he thrusted in and out.

Before you knew it, your juices released all over his fingers. He smirked and pulled them out. He licked them as you panted.

Before you could catch your breath, he dove down and started eating you out.

You yelled as his tongue wiggled around inside you.

Your hips squirmed around at the strange feeling.

You could feel him smirk as he started to quicken in speed.

You started to moan louder as he got faster.

Before you knew it, you here dry.

“You taste really good, _____~!” He exclaimed as he climbed up you.

He rested his chin on your stomach, sliding his hand up and down your side.

You panted as you relaxed.

He got up off of you and went to the door.

“I’ll be right back.” He smirked as he slipped out of the room.

He left you there, naked and panting, thinking over what all just happened.

Just remembering the actions made you wet again.

(Uuugh! Where did he go? The suspense is killing me!)

Kid soon walked back into the room; fully naked, wearing a condom.

“Did you miss me?” He asked you, smirked as he walked back over to the bed.

“You shouldn’t keep people waiting like that! I was nearly turned off!” You joked.

“Heh, anyone could see that your already wet again.” He chuckled and he crawled back on top of you.

You blushed.

"Are you ready?" He asked you.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

Kid spread your legs apart.

You could feel the tip of his shaft at the edge of your walls.

He slowly started to insert.

(What a tease!)

You moaned and squirmed as he seemed to go slower.

"Kid! Hurry up already!!" You yelled out.

"Heh, if you insist."

With that, he rammed himself into you.

You let out a shriek of pain, followed by moans of pleasure.

Kid waited until it stopped hurting until he started thrusting.

He started off slow and gentle, as you moaned. Soon enough, you wanted more.

"Ahh~! Kid! Faster! Harder!" You yelled

He smirked and started going faster and harder. Soon enough, he hit your g-spot.

"Kid, h-hit there again! Please!!" You pleaded.

He hit it several times, each time you let out a loud moan.

Soon, you were reaching your climax.

Kid could see it in your eyes.

He started going faster and faster, as you moaned and squirmed.

Soon, you came, releasing you juice all over him.

Kid took himself out.

You collapsed, but Kid was still standing.

"If you want, I-I can still go... You wouldn't have to do anything..." He told you.

You nodded at him. He blushed and turned you over.

He re-inserted himself into you as you continued to moan in pleasure.

He thrusted in and out for much longer that you thought possible, as you supported yourself with your forearms.

(Guess being a grim reaper gives him more energy? I would never be able to last this long, doing all the work... But, damn it feels good!)

After a few hours, it was getting really late. Kid took himself out of you, and laid next to you on the bed, both of you panting.

"I-it's l-l-late... I-I should g-get back h-home..." You told Kid.

"No, i-it's too d-dark outside. Y-your staying here tonight. Besides, i-it's the weekend! No one will even notice!" He told you, wrapping his arms around you.

His warm body was so hard to resist.

"F-fine. I'll stay for the night."

"Good." He slightly tightened the hug.

"Oh, and _____..."

Yeah, Kid?"

He kissed your forehead.

"I love you." He whispered just before falling asleep.

"I love you, too...

I love you, too." You smiled and drifted off asleep, as well.
I do not own Death the Kid, Death City, or Soul Eater.
I only own "You". Also shown as "_____".

Okay, I wrote one. My first lemon. I have a feeling it sucked...
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Word somehow got around the school quick. You and Kid were official, and were even dating as well. Although you were happy with Kid, you also were kind of starting to get a bit impatient with him. Since that time that happened in his house with you and him literally dry humping each other under the kotasu, you couldn’t help but want more of that blissful feeling. You tried many times to seduce him during school, sometimes shoving him in an empty closet and try to seduce him. Yet they always back-fired and you couldn’t help but feel dejected. Why was he avoiding your sexual desire? Why is he always saying “No” when you’re clearly asking for it? Were you not good enough? Was that time just a dream? Soon after a while, you gave up in trying to seduce him and just stayed as an innocent girlfriend. But deep down, you wanted Kid to ravish you with his hands and to pump inside you like there was no tomorrow. You longed for him to whisper “I love you” and give you as much pleasure as he could, and yet, it wasn’t going to be happening anytime soon.

One rainy day stormed by and you and Kid were walking back home, Kid holding an umbrella above you and him as you walked through the rain. You didn’t say a word, and neither did Kid as you walked in silence. Finally, you had enough courage to speak to him. “So…Kid…would you like to stay at my house for today?” You asked shyly, earning a sigh from him. “No thanks…sorry..But I got some studying to do.” As fate would have it, a car suddenly passed by and ended splashing Kid as he growled in slight annoyance now that he was wet. “Let me ask you that question again.” You said smugly, earning a glare from your boyfriend as he sighed once more and nodded. “Alright…fine…” He answered with slight annoyance. You just now began to notice how stressed he seemed, maybe some relaxing might help him. As you arrived at your house you led him to a dressing room and gave him a change of clothes and then led him to your room. He stared at your room that was completely clean. Not a single thing was on the floor and to him, everything was symmetrical. “Oh my god ______! Everything is so symmetrical!! I should come over more often!!” He said with his starry eyes as you couldn’t help but giggle softly at his reaction towards your room. “Thanks…you can have a seat on my chair, I’m going to get some snacks and drinks.” He nodded and did so as you left, little did you realize that he was staring at your mini skirt and your (f/c) panties were showing slightly. He blushed at the sight and quickly shook his head. ’No…I need to keep my self control…’ He thought as he tried not to think about it more. However, the thought soon turned more dirty as his thoughts slowly trailed to when you would be stark naked in front of him, wearing nothing but your lacy (f/c) panties and lying on your bed with your legs spread apart. You were looking up at him with lust filled eyes as you were panting and moaning softly, a dark blush coating your cheeks. “Oh Kid…~ Stop teasing me you naughty boy you~”

His eyes widen and he quickly covered himself, the pants he was borrowing was growing ever so tighter as he blushed red. Although he may not want to admit it, ever since that time at his house, he’s been thinking the same thing about touching your bare skin and making you scream his name while he pounded into you. But he never cared about his thoughts toward it, he only cared about yours and he was scared of being rejected for even trying to have sex with you. He sighed once more and looked down at himself. “I guess since she’s gone, I may as well try and take care of it myself before she gets back, but I have to do it quickly.” He slowly lowered his hand inside his pants and began to gently stroke himself, the thoughts of you sprawled on the bed and your soft skin covered in his semen was driving him crazy as his pace slowly grew more animalistic until… “Kid…what the hell are you doing…?” His thoughts and his hand stopped as he looked up at you, his face blushing red in embarrassment. “____-_____! I-It’s not what you think!” His flustered voice stopped once you started giggling and laughing. “Oh Kid…I’d never thought I’d see the day when you actually wanted me!” You said excitedly as you set down the snack and water and slowly walked towards him with a seductive smirk slowly crawling on your lips. “Wh-what are you doing _____?” He asked nervously as he watched you get on your knees and lower down his pants with your teeth, releasing his erection as it stood proudly. “I’d just thought I’d help you…~” Before he could resist, you slowly licked his shaft towards his tip and licked in a circle before giving it a light kiss as he groaned in pleasure. Hearing his moans only encouraged you to continue as you slowly lowered your wet cavern for him to enter inside, bobbing your head up and down and going a little lower each time. He panted and groaned more and he lightly gripped your hair, moaning softly as he felt your tongue rub against his shaft in a slow and sensual manner. “_______....I….I’m…gonna…” Before he could cum, you quickly pulled your mouth back, allowing his sticky substance to blow against your cheeks as he came. “S-Sorry…” He said softly, only earning a small smile from you and a chuckle. “It’s alright…but now it’s your turn…” He looked at you confused as he watched you lay on your bed and slowly spreading your legs, revealing your lacy (f/c) panties, who would’ve thought that you’re wearing perfect underwear for the perfect occasion.

His erection bounced back up as he watched you slowly reveal your panties by lifting your skirt a little with a small smirk on your lips, deciding to tease him. “Kid…~ Your missing out big time…~” You said softly before slowly entering your middle finger against your tongue and rubbing it up and down while using your other finger to press and rub against your clothed clit, moaning softly in the process. “Kid…~ Oh Kid~…” You moaned, watching him stand and walk towards you with an impatient look, pinning you down and kissing you roughly. He broke the kiss and snatched your hand away from your clit and replaced it with his, using his middle finger to rub and press your button making you moan loudly in pleasure. “ don’t know how many times you make me go crazy…ever since that time under the table…I couldn’t help but want to go further…but I was scared that I would hurt you since I’ve always cared about how you felt before I made a decision….I never thought that you felt the same…” He whispered in a husky voice, making you shiver as his breath lightly tickled your ear down to your neck. “Kid….” You said softly, looking up at him and ripping his shirt off of his torso. “Take me….now…~” You whispered before bringing him down for a rough kiss, landing him on top of you and his erection roughly pushing against your button making you a moaning mess in the kiss. He quickly took off his pants and boxers while you quickly slipped off your black dress and tossed away your lacy underwear, revealing each other’s bodies. Kid pinned you once more as your head was slightly hanging from the edge of the bed, but you didn’t care, you just wanted to make love to him. Kid kissed your neck down to your breasts, giving them attention by licking and sucking them, making them erect and pink and covered in his spit. He went lower until he reached your opening and slowly licking up your clit just like how you licked up his shaft earlier and sucked on it gently, loving the sound of your moans encouraging him to not stop his actions.

Before you came however, he slowly came back up and positioned himself in front of your opening. “Are you ready ______...?”  You nodded eagerly and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Go for it Kid…” You said with an encouraging yet seductive voice, earning a smirk from his handsome features as he slowly and gently entered inside your body, making sure to wait for you to adjust before he began moving. His thrusts started out as slow paces before turning into a normal pace; you moaning in time with his thrusts as you hung your head over the edge of the bed in ecstasy.

“Kid…ah~…harder~” You moaned, feeling him go a bit harder and faster as the bed started to rock in time, creaking rather loudly. You and Kid didn’t care if you both got caught though; all that mattered was you two and the immense pleasure you both were experiencing. He slowly went deeper and hit your g-spot, making you moan and squirm like crazy, begging him to go harder and faster as he obeyed your commands. He grunted on every thrust he gave you, loving your tight walls surrounding his shaft. “My god ______...I love how tight you are…~!” He moaned loudly, holding your body close and sitting up, making you sit on his lap as he thrusted once more, making your body bounce up and down against him. He held your hips and laid on his back. “Ride me ______...I’ve dreamed of you riding me…it turns me on more just thinking about it~” He said with a sly smirk as you obeyed and began to bounce up and down, moaning louder and louder. “Kid…~ KID~! Oh my god yes~!!” You moaned loudly, suddenly releasing your liquid as Kid followed your actions, both of your love juices mixed together.

You collapsed beside him and cuddled close to his chest, feeling his warm arms wrap around your frail figure. “Are you alright…?” He asked, worried that he might have hurt you. You smiled softly and nodded. “Yea…I’m just happy…” He chuckled lightly and kissed your forehead, watching you slowly fall asleep before falling asleep himself.

Stays in the bedroom...


Seriously though...this sequel took forever to write! Sorry if it's rushed, also I give credit to the artist for this art work.


Anyways hope you enjoy, if you want the first part go to here:…

Edit 12/27/2013: I decided to continue the series and not leave it hanging so here:…

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A/N: God what the hell have I done now? Enjoy people! I was saving this for Halloween, but I couldn't wait that long!

You pulled harshly on the werewolf's leash, dragging him into your room. This was the third occasion you found your ghoul wreaking havoc in the village not far from your place out in the woods.

"Bad dog, Ludwig!" You scolded as you opened your door, pulling your pet inside. "How many times have I told you to stay away from that town!"

"Sorry, Mistress," He whimpered as you closed the door behind him.

"I'm going to have to punish you," You whispered, grabbing his square chin, forcing his sky blue orbs to look into your own (eye color) ones.

His features remained static, except for a quick twitch at the corners of his mouth. The pointed ears on the top of his head also flinched forward. You knew he was excited, but was trying not to show it. This happened many a time, and too be honest, you enjoyed these sessions yourself. It was nice to take charge for a change.

You sat at the edge of your bed, and gave the leash a gentle tug, summoning the awaiting wolf-man. Getting down on all fours, he crawled over to you, and sat down between your legs. Taking your end of the leather leash, your tied it to the end of the bed post.

"Now, don't move," You ordered as you stood up and strode over to the closet.

Opening it, you grabbed the black box inside, pulled it out, and closed the doors before returning to the end of the bed. Setting the chest on edge, you took the top off and gazed at the collection of toys inside. Reaching in, you grabbed a set of handcuffs, a crop, a blindfold, and a few other objects and placed them in a row along the bed. You could see the worried look in the German's face as you did so. Grinning, you grabbed the handcuffs first.

"Ludwig," you growled, opening the metal hand restraint. "You know what to do."

He mumbled something as he put his hands behind his back as you knelt down to his height, and secured the handcuffs to his wrists. Taking the blindfold, you wrapped it around his eyes and tied it.

"Good boy," You calmly said, stroking his golden hair.

He squirmed a bit beneath your touch. Feeling him try to avoid your touch, you gripped his hair roughly and forced his face into the bed sheets, making him bend over with his ass facing you. Taking the crop, you placed it over your shoulder.

"Now, Dog," You barked, standing up. "I don't want to hear any sound come from your mouth without my permission! Is that understood!" You gave his ass a hard swat with the crop.

He gritted his teeth together, but nodded.

"Good," Was all you said before returning to the job at hand.

Lifting the whip above your head, you brought it down harshly on his backside. You received the same result, his teeth gritting together as he tried to not show any indication of pain. Repeating the action several times, you noticed his hips start to flinch, trying to get out of your way. When you saw this, you placed your free hand firmly down on his lower back.

"I thought you already knew not to move!" You scolded, ripping the jeans from his bottom half. "You should have remembered from last time." 

Looking around the bed, you grabbed a small vibrator. Placing it at your lips, you licked it so that it had some kind of lubrication. Holding his tail to one side, you placed the toy in his hole. His hips were bucking at once, trying to remove the intrusion. With a quick snap of the crop, he stopped a bit. You then turned the toy on and began an unmerciful assault to his unprotected rump.

By now you thought for sure he would be a whining mess. Seeing the welts form, you stopped for a few moments. In the silence, you could hear his breathing get heavy and ragged. Knowing he couldn't take much more before breaking, and wanting to get a response out of him, you set the whip down. Reaching for the discarded jeans, you grabbed the black leather belt, folded it in half, and cracked it down on his red ass. This released a small whimper from the werewolf.

"Bad, dog!" You growled, snapping the belt down on his thighs as you scolded him. "What did I tell you about making any sound! Apologize!"

"I-I'm sorry, (Name)" He whined as his body shook.

Immediately stopping the beating, you threw the belt down and grabbed Ludwig by his collar, turned him around and forced his back against the bed.

"You are just the rebel today, aren't you?" You growled, ripping the blind fold from his watery eyes, and then glaring at the submissive blonde. "I told you not to go to the village, you did. I told you not to make a sound as you received your well deserved punishment, you did. You also broke several rules that we established a long time ago, including not to call me anything but Mistress!"

You waited for some sort of response, but the German did nothing, except give you a pleading look. Eyeing him up, you noticed the erection between his legs. A devious smile formed on your face.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" You asked with a sweet tone, gently rubbing his swollen cock.

He whimpered and nodded, his gaze looking down at the work your hand was preforming on him.

"You are a bad boy, aren't you?" you asked giving his member a hard squeeze. He watched as you grabbed the cock ring from the bed, and put the plastic toy around his erection.

What he didn't see was the remote you hid in your other hand. With a quick press of a button, a small buzzing noise alerted you the toy sprung to life. Almost instantly, his hips began jerking as the ring started to vibrate around his dick, reminding him of the one that was still in his ass. The werewolf began twitching and bucking from the pleasure.

"Now no cumming until I say so," You ordered.

Climbing onto the bed, you removed your pants and panties. Sitting close to the edge of the bed once more, you grabbed his golden locks and forced him to turn around so that his face was close to your entrance.

"Lick," You ordered, holding his head up.

Like a good dog, he did as he was told. His warm muscle moved against your folds as his breathes and moans of pleasure tickled the sensitive area. Carefully he worked his way to your clit, gently flicking and rubbing small circles around it, causing a moan to escape your own lips.

"That's it, Ludwig," You moaned as your grip loosened and instead you started stroking his hair. "Just like that."

Once your little nub began to stick out, you felt his mouth wrap around your mound and start to gently suck. A tightening in your abdomen told you how close you were. Trying to get more of that moist friction, you started to move your hips to the same rhythm to his sucks and licks. When your hips met Ludwig's face, he stuck his tongue into your tight cavern, thrusting it in and out. This did it for you, you gyrated your hips faster as your orgasm hit, letting your juices flow into his awaiting mouth. He lapped at your pussy while you recovered.

"Good job, Ludwig," You panted. "Very good. I think you earned a reward."

Pushing him back so that he was sitting on his knees, you undid the leather leash and took the vibrator from his ass, tossing them both to the floor near the bed. Grabbing the collar on his shirt, you pulled him onto the bed with you. You rolled him onto his back so that you were straddling his hips. Knowing you had his full attention, you undid your shirt and threw it off the bed, soon followed by your (color) bra. You leaned forward, your bare chest rubbing against his clothed one. Using your teeth, you undid the buttons on his shirt, one by one. Sliding the material away from his torso, you placed wet kisses along his muscular build. Reaching one of his pink nipples, you started to lick and suck, just like he would to you if the positions were switched. When you felt a sudden buck from behind you, you remembered the cock ring on his large, red, swollen dick. It almost looked painful. Looking into the cerulean orbs, he let out an audible whine.

"Please, Mistress," He panted. "I can't take much more."

Figuring he had enough, you slid your hands behind his back and undid the cuffs. Then reaching behind you, with as much care as you could, you removed the cock ring, and set it on a nightstand. Getting back into position, you pressed your chest to his. Rubbing your wet pussy on his erection, you gave him a naughty smile.

"I think its time we traded places, don't you?" You asked.

Without a verbal answer, you found yourself flipped onto the bed, stomach down. His massive paws were roaming your body. You could feel his mouth on the back of your neck as he licked and sucked at the skin. Biting down hard on your collar bone, you let out an audible yelp, followed by a hard smack on your own rump.

"Quiet, (Name)," he growled in your ear. "You're mein bitch now."

You could feel his hard dick rubbing up and down on your ass and thighs. More moans came from your lips as his paws gripped and massaged your breasts. Pulling on your sensitive nipples, the moans got louder, especially when he rolled them between his clawed fingers.

"Good girl, (Name)," He panted.

His hands moved back up to your shoulders and entwined themselves in you (Hair length) (Hair color) locks. You could feel him sit up.

"Now shut the hell up, and enjoy the ride."

Your eyes widened as he roughly shoved his cock into your dripping entrance. Pulling  your hair back, he thrust frantically into you, causing loud cries and curses of pleasure to come from your mouth. His other hand ran up and down your sides as his claws dug in your tender flesh. It hurt so good. It didn't take long before that familiar feeling of orgasm came  upon you.

"Ludwig!" You shouted, feeling your orgasm coming.

"Hold it!" He barked.

"What?" You shouted.

"You heard me!" He snapped giving your ass another firm swat. "Your turn not to cum until I say so!"

Without warning, he pulled out of your pussy. Looking over at him with a confused look, you saw a predatory grin on his lips. In one quick movement, he slammed into your anus, causing a loud scream to escape your lips as his cock pushed its way through your tight hole.

"Ludwig!" You screamed. "Stop it!"

You felt him pause a moment. Your body quivered as you adjusted to him. Only a few times did you try this, but it still hurt at first. It took a few minutes but soon he was thrusting in and out, and it did feel good. While his cock worked your tight ass, his paw went in between your legs, and started playing with your clit and entrance.

"Cum, (Name)," He whispered, picking up the pace. "I'm close, too."

After screaming his name, you felt yourself come undone. He followed soon after. Pulling out of you, he laid down on your bed and pulled you close to him. You nuzzled against his chest as you started to fall asleep. Before you did, he grabbed your chin and looked into your beautiful eyes. Giving you one last passionate kiss, he whispered "Ich leibe dich."

"Love you, too." You replied and you both fell into a deep asleep.
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When I opened the door of my house, I expected to see my living room. I expected the couch, the coffee table, the television, the rug, the McDonald's bag I had forgotten to throw away. What I had not expected was England.

I took off my glasses and cleaned them quickly before putting them back on. Yep, my sight was working perfectly. What was not working was logic. Space. Time. Physics. Something must be wrong with the universe. Someone must be messing with the laws of nature.

Yes, England was in my living room. On the rug. Wearing my bomber jacket.

And no pants.

Mental note: Never leave the front door unlocked.

"Ah..." His back was to me, but I could still tell it was him. He was panting and mumbling things under his breath. He probably didn't realize I was standing right there. "A-Ah... 'Merica..."

Was that my name he just said? My name?


No. Fucking. Way.

England was in my living room... Wearing my jacket... Muttering my name... And...

Oh God, I didn't even want to think about what he was doing.

I was too stunned to think properly. I'm pretty sure I was blushing an unhealthy amount and I was vaguely aware of how tight my pants were, but my mind was mostly a blank slate.

"E-England?" I croaked. Shit, I didn't want my voice to sound like that! Argh, I sounded so... So... Deprived, or something!

His head whipped around to face me. His eyes were glazed with lust and he had this really creepy grin on his face. "A-me-ri-ca," he said in a sing-song voice. He sounded drunk. He stood up shakily and faced me. I quickly covered my eyes. He wasn't wearing underwear...

Definitely drunk.

I heard footsteps. Shit. He was walking right to me. I fought my sudden urge to move my hand. Why the hell would I want to see England naked? That was not on my bucket list.

A hand on my cheek made me wince. I screamed every profanity I could think of in my head. I did not want to be in this situation. Not one fucking bit.

I heard a giggle. Not a good sign. England never giggled... Except when he was drunk and had something creepy in mind. Which just so happened to be the case.

"I've been waiting for you," he sang softly. His voice sent a shiver up my spine. "What took you so long?"

"England," I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking, "what the hell are you doing in my house?"

"I was waiting for you!" His hand was playing with my hair now. I forced my body not to move.

"Get out," I replied.

"Aaaw, you're no fun!" I could practically hear the pout in his voice. How strange. "Oh! What's this?" He giggled again. "America, your hair is standing up!"

Okay, scratch that, I was screaming curses humanity hadn't even invented yet in my head.

Guessing from the way England's hand was moving up to the top of my head, he had noticed Nantucket. Yes, as embarrassing as it is to admit, that little piece of hair that sticks up in the front? Yeah, that's my erogenous zone. Judging from how my lower regions were reacting, Nantucket must have been sticking up straighter tha-

"F-Fuck!" I gasped. I couldn't help it - he touched it! He touched Nantucket!

"Hm? What's this?" His voice was mocking as he poked Nantucket again. I barely suppressed a very unmanly squeak. "Oh, is this your special place?"

"Shut up, Engl- Ah...!" He was stroking it, now! I could feel his fingers moving up and down, and let me tell you, it was quite disturbing. It did not, in any way, feel good. At all. I swear!

My heart was pounding and I couldn't help but let out a tiny moan as he wrapped Nantucket around his finger and fiddled with it further.

"Cute," he whispered. He put his other hand on the top of my head and forced me down with surprising strength, making my knees buckle.

"W-What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked, mentally cursing that stutter... Among other things.

I never got an answer - not a verbal one, anyway. Instead, I got England's mouth on Nantucket. I drew a sharp intake of breath as he began sucking on it, his tongue hitting it from every side.

When he was bored of that, he decided to go a step further.

My eyes shot open and I yelped as he gave Nantucket a sharp bite. Yes, that damn limey bit me.

"England!" I screeched. He just laughed at me and continued sucking my hair off. I, on the other hand, was being mentally scarred by the image in front of me - not that I wasn't being scarred by this experience already.

I will never unsee this, was all I could think.

England was wearing one of his boring green shirts, but what really ticked me off was that he also happened to be sporting my bomber jacket. What made me want to go crawl in a hole and die was the fact that he was also missing his pants. And underwear.

I found myself staring at his cock. I couldn't help it! First of all, it was kind of right in front of my face. Second, it was seriously huge and there was a fair amount of pre-cum dri- God, I hated myself for just trying to describe it in my head!

Apparently, England noticed. He grinned and said silkily, "Like what you see?"

"N-No," I said, not sounding nearly as confident as I would have liked. "I'm way bigger than that!" I laughed, but it came out awkward. His grin only widened.

"I'd like to see that," he said seductively. Before I knew what was happening, I was on my back and my pants on the other side of the room. My boxers were the next to go, leaving my "problem" exposed.

"Wow, it is big!" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. I didn't like that look.

"England, don't you dare," I warned.

"Or what?" he asked, his tone teasing. He started rubbing Nantucket between his fingers, not allowing me to answer. I wasn't even sure what I would have said, anyway.

"I think I prefer you like this," he murmured, his eyes darting up and down, probably mentally groping me. "I like you submissive." Still rubbing Nantucket, he reached down and started stroking my cock. I flinched, forcing down the cry of delight I had been about to utter.

"Oh please." I could barely hear England over my ridiculous heartbeat. "Come now, I know you're enjoying this. Why not just admit it?"

"I'm n-not fucking enjoying this," I hissed. He gave my cock a squeeze and I bit my lip.

"You really shouldn't lie, America," he scolded. "It will only give you trouble." He gave Nantucket a tug, forcing me to sit up on my elbows. This action confused me until he lowered his head down south.

Oh. He couldn't reach before.

He stuck out his tongue and just barely touched the tip to the head of my length. He circled it around a bit, but didn't do much more than that.

It was fucking infuriating.

"Damn it, England!" I shouted. "If you're gonna do something, just do it!"

He gave me a devious look. "I thought you didn't want me to do this at all."

"I don't!" I said quickly, flushing even more than I already was. "Just... D-Don't do things halfway!" England shrugged, smirking, and swallowed up my entire cock in one go.


I gasped at the heat, closing my eyes and groaning softly. He started humming, sending me waves of pleasure in the form of vibrations. He hadn't neglected Nantucket, either - he was still rubbing it hard. How the hell had he become so good at multi-tasking?

He finally pulled away, eliciting a small whine from me. He smirked at my response. "Don't worry, it's just for a moment," he assured. He reached for his own length and efficiently wiped all his pre-cum onto his fingers. The pull seemed to great for him, as he gave himself a quick rub before returning to me.

He took my cock back in his mouth and with his right hand - still somehow fiddling with Nantucket with his left and sucking me off with his mouth - stuck a finger into my entrance. I gasped sharply, my eyes widening.

Without wasting another moment, he inserted two more fingers, quickly followed by a fourth. I squeezed my eyes shut, biting my lip and fighting tears. He wasn't even bothering to stretch me a little before shoving his fingers in my a-

"England!" I shouted, unable to hold back my tears. He had stuck his fifth finger in and was finally scissoring. Waves of pain shot up my spine and my mouth fell open in a silent scream. He just rolled his eyes at me, unable to reply due to the rather, er, large object in his mouth.

He began thrusting his fingers in and out, slowly at first, but with increasing speed. Oh God, I can't describe the feeling. It was incredible, to say the least.

And then he hit that spot.

"Fuck!" I gasped, my eyes practically bugging out of my head. My back arched and my head flew back.

Bad move.

England was still playing with Nantucket, so the force made him accidentally wrench it. If it hadn't been such an important part of my body - an island, no less - it would have been out of my head.

Naturally, that huge jolt of erotic pleasure that suddenly hit me all at once was more than enough to send me over the edge.

I came right in England's mouth with an especially loud moan, and I'd be damned if I said it didn't feel great.

I guess he must have been expecting that sort of reaction or something, because he didn't choke. No, instead he pulled away from my cock and kissed me deeply, forcing me to drink my own cum from his mouth.

I'd be damned if I said that wasn't awesome, either.

I barely noticed, but I'm pretty sure England came while we were kissing. When we finally parted for air, there was cum all over my stomach, my face, and the rug, but I didn't care. I grabbed England and hugged him tightly, nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck.

"You're a fucking bastard," I muttered.

"I know," he replied with a smile.

What an unexpected way to spend my evening.
Sorry for riddling this one with curses... I usually hate cursing, but you know, it's America... He curses a lot! And if you're reading something as mature as this, then you really should be used to profanity.

ANYWAY, this was inspired by this nosebleed-worthy picture: [link]

Also, this helped, too: [link]

I hope you enjoyed it~

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You and your boyfriend Antonio have been dating for just over a year now.  he is the man that made you feel like a queen, took your virginity, and was always ever so gentle with you--including in bed, much to your dismay.

He is a police officer, and every once in a while you ask him to bring his tools to bed.  His riding crop, his cuffs, his, it gets you hot just thinking about it.  However, he always refuses.  He says every time that those tools are meant to hurt people, and he never wants to hurt you.


"Oye!" Your friend Lovino shouted as he stormed over to you "Your bastard of a boyfriend gave me another parking ticket!"

"Maybe you should stop parking on the fire line" you said with a laugh.

Lovino turned bright red and groaned, earning a pat on the head from you.

Lovino smacked your hand away leading to you returning your hand simply to annoy him, accidentally brushing his curl this time.

Lovino's blush deepened "CHIGI!" he exclaimed

Little did you know, Antonio was watching from his squad car, growing more and more jealous with every move you made.  A knock on his window startled him, and he looked to see Officer Ludwig Beildschmit ready to take over the post.  He sighed in relief and got him set up before walking over to you.

"(name)~!" he called cheerfully

You turned on the balls of your feet to face him with a smile "Hi Toni!"

"My shift is over, let's go home now"

"Okay, bye Lovino!"

"B-bye (name)" Lovino stuttered

~at home~

"Oye, (name)" Antonio said "how about we go to bed early?"

He slipped his arms around your waist and whisked you to the bedroom without another word.  He then pinned you to the wall and kissed you roughly, which you loved.  When you broke the kiss for air, he said huskily

"You've been very bad, flirting with another man"
"Who?  Lovino?  I wasn't flirting"
"Don't deny it, you need punishment"

He put seductive emphasis on the last word as he pushed you onto the bed, kissing you deeply and reaching up your shirt to grope your breast, earning a slight moan.  As soon as you opened your mouth, he shoved his tongue into your mouth and ripped your shirt off.

You are extremely surprised; he has never been so rough before!  He pouted for two days after you ripped his shirt by accident.

Before you know it, you're only in your panties and he's still fully clothed.

"Hey!" you say, breaking the kiss and panting "You've gotta get undressed, too!"

He chuckled and slowly removed his shirt painfully slowly, exposing his godlike abs bit by bit.  After that, rather than removing his belt and pants (despite the large bulge in them), he removes your panties, pulls his cuffs out and swiftly handcuffs you to the bed.

Oh now you're liking this.

You squeeze your legs together, feeling exposed and vunerable, and look up at him with your best uke face.

"Punish me, officer~" You moan, wanting to get him inside you as soon as you can.

Instead of doing the expected, he whips out his riding crop and gives your belly a good whack.  It stings in an erotically painful way as you moan.  He whacks you a few more times, your moans getting louder and your legs involuntarily spreading apart.  He abruptly stops, causing you to whimper, then, without warning, enters you with the crop.

"Ah~!" you moan, tightening around the foreign object.

At that response, he begins to pump it in and out of you with one hand as he unloads his gun with the other.

His hand absentmindedly shifts to hit your spot, earning a loud moan from your end. "Yes!  M-more!"

Instead of giving you what you wanted, he shut his gun and removed the crop, licking your juices off of it sensually.

"Mm~ delicioso~" he said, discarding the crop.

What he did next was something you'd never have expected him to do.  He shoved the barrel of his gun into you.  The cold metal of the gun against your warm, wet pussy was one of the best feelings you had ever felt.  You bucked your hips and moaned, showing him that you liked it.

"OH~!  YES!" You yelled as he started to move it, hitting your spot every time.

The gun went in and out of you at a dizzying rate, and with one last push, you came, spreading your juices all over the gun and yelling "YES!" loudly.

Antonio slowly slid the gun out of you and kissed your clit sensually, causing you to moan.

"Antonio~..." you whimpered desperately "I want you"

Antonio removed his belt, tossing it away as he whispered into your ear and stroked your clit "What Antonio?"

You moaned, bucking your hips "Officer Antonio!"

"And what do you want from Officer Antonio?"

"I want your body!"

"What part~?" he said teasingly, sliding two fingers inside you "my fingers?" he delved his fingers right into your spot, then pulled them out.  He then got his face up to your nether regions and said huskily "my tongue?" he then held your hips and stuck his tongue into your soaked core.

"I WANT YOUR DICK!" you screamed, being filled with pleasure and having to hold back from coming again.

He seemed satisfied at this, as he pulled his face away, took off his pants and boxers, revealing his very large, very hard penis.  You couldn't help but stare.

"Like what you see?" he asked
"I've never seen it so hard..." you answered
"Neither have I" he said with a smirk

Oddly, instead of positioning himself between your legs, he straddled your waist.

"Lick it." he commanded.

You hesitantly comply, giving the tip a light lick and causing him to groan.

You swirl your tongue around the tip, then proceed to suck him off.

"Oh (name)!" he exclaims, grabbing a fistful of your hair and guiding your head up and down his dick until he pulled out and came on your (size) tits with a long moan.

"Officer~..." you moan, rubbing your legs together "Please~"

This time he played no games and started to mercilessly pound into you, hitting your spot every time.

You tightened around him, bucked your hips and came fairly soon, and he followed soon after, pulling out and laying beside you.

You both say "I love you" and "Te amo" in unison between pants before you curl up to him and fall asleep.
Antonio gets jealous when Reader seemingly flirts with someone else, and he decides to punish bed.

My first reader insert! It's super graphic, SORRY FOR BEING A PERV OTL
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Roy:  "So what....I know I'm hot, but that's besides the point. My job is to protect the Earth
along side my air head of a cousin Clout. I'm honestly the better fighter of the two, plus I've
save the planet over 500 freakin times from shit.... bad shit, global shit, religious shit, all kinds
of shit. When I'm not saving this god forsaken planet, I'm teaching these idiots behind me the
art of professional combat OR....i'm reading a damn good book in my quarters.
There's your fuck off."

Quick sketch of Roy I did last night after work.^__^
Thought it would be better to get to know Roy....threw his own words.<3  lol
Might do more of the other boys~ ....Got some sketch dumps on the way too laaaaaaaaa~
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"Time of death... Twelve hours ago at three in the morning. Cause of death... Blood loss due to the lacerations to the chest and abdominal area. Every organ in her body was ripped out of her while she was still conscious. Only her uterus was taken. For the record, this is the same organ Jack the Ripper took with him as a trophy. Let the record show that Jack the Ripper is dead. We have a copy-cat on our hands."

The coroner examined the stitched-up body of the deceased before sliding the tray back into the steel, rectangular container that would hold the corpse until a family or friend could identify and pick up the body. Unfortunately, the coroner had examined several bodies in the past week and, in those seven days, all seven victims had three things in common: the seven girls were all courtesans; they were physically weak and easy to overpower; and they were all missing their uterus.

"Also, for the record. I highly doubt that this guy will be caught. He is too patient an too neat to slip up or leave any evidence. So... Good luck with that. In fact, he probably has that cleaver in one hand and a uterus in the other, right now as I speak..."

3 a.m.: Meanwhile, in the Streets of Italy.

I wandered through the darkness, tightening my grip around the hilt of my cleaver. I used my freehand to take a look at my pocket watch.

"Three o'clock in the morning," I voiced my thoughts, sliding the watch back into the pocket of my waistcoat. "Perfect."

I aimlessly walked the streets of Italy, on the lookout for the perfect companion. You can imagine my delight when a lone courtesan passed me. I reached out for her hand and gently pulled her back to me. She glanced over her shoulder at me, like she expected me to do that.

"Ciao, bella. What are you doing out here?" I asked, putting on the most genuine Italian accent I could manage and wooing the courtesan with my a most charming and flirtatious grin.

"I was looking for some company," she purred and I found myself staring into her eyes which held a childlike curiosity. She hand't been a courtesan for long but I wasn't picky with my prey, so long as they were women on the street without a single thing to offer me in return for their life. It was more fun that way. "I get lonesome at night. Perhaps... you can change that, tonight?"

"Si," I nodded, slowly sliding my freehand from behind my back as I flicked my hair to the side with a winning smile, keeping her eyes on my face. "I can do that."

The courtesan giggled and I slowly leaned in. She parted her lips a little, already suggesting that we lost tongue. Unfortunately, I did not plan on putting anything pleasurable into her. Well, not pleasurable for her anyway.

"Ng! Ah! Hm..." The girl moaned softly under her breath, but there wasn't a hint of pleasure in it. The cleaver I had in her side was what made those pained noises escape her lips. "S-stop... I... I'm bleeding... I'm losing blood... S-stop... Please..."

I pushed down on the pommel and the blade cut cleanly through her flesh. Still, she pleaded for her life. It was music to my ears.

"What do you have to offer me, bella?" I asked, leaning in with the cheesiest grin as she stared into my eyes with pure fear. It felt good.

I watched the blood trickled down her side and I felt my eyes widen with glee. In a frenzy, with a lust for blood, I slid the blade across her stomach to expose her organs. I grinned from ear to ear as I then slid the knife from her collar bone to her belly button.

"G-gah! Ah! No! Stop!" She struggled, but I had her straddled as I sat on her lap with my boots on her wrists, pinning them to the floor.

All she could do was watch as I cut her open at my own, leisurely pace. Her screams didn't make me falter. I was so use to them. The other seven were neat kills, but they sure-as-hell weren't quick. Like my other seven victims, this whore was still alive as I pulled the flaps of skin open until they clung to her arm in blood.

"You're sick! You fucking asshole, YOU'RE SO SICK!" The girl struggled under me, but she only lost blood faster that way. Her fate was in her own hands now.

I stared down at the healthy organs inside her body and I brought the cleaver to my lips, running my tongue up the steel, bloodstained surface of it and lapping up the blood. I closed my eyes, moaning softly as I licked the blade clean.

"Ugh..." She responded weakly, turning her head with a look of disgust. She closed her eyes so that she didn't have to look at me, just like the others. However, like the others, I would be the last thing she saw before her eyes closed again. Forever.

Time-skip: six hours later.

"Time of death... Three in the morning, six hours ago. Cause of death... Unlike the other seven victims, this woman did not die of blood loss. She is littered with lacerations to the chest and abdominal area, and has no uterus in her possession as of late, granted, but that was not her cause of death. Whereas the other courtesans were too weak to fight, this young lady fought to her last dying breath. Let the record show that there is epithelial tissue under her fingernails. She fought back and the killer murdered her for it, with a bullet to the head. For the record, the killer has never used a gun in the previous seven killings. He is either changing his M.O. or has someone to assist him now."

The coroner took in a deep breath once he was finished examining the body. He sighed softly, zipping the courtesan up in a body bag before sending her off in the van that would take her to the morgue for further examination.

"Our killer has made a friend..."

3 a.m.: 12 hours later, a dark alley.

I walked down the alleyway with one hand holding on tightly to my cleaver and the other holding up my pocket watch as I watched the last few seconds to three tick by at the watch's own, leisurely pace.

"Come on, come on! I don't have all fucking day!" I cursed the pocket watch in my hand, slicing through thin air with the cleaver in the other as I started to grow impatient.

"Patience is-a the key," a chilling, Italian voice spoke up out nowhere and I looked in the direction of the voice. "So fucking be patient!" He said moodily as he flicked his reddish-brown hair to the side, his purplish-pink eyes fixated on me.

It was Luciano Vargas, the one that put an end to the struggling and screaming of my prey, twelve hours before. He was just jealous that I was having all the fun. I assumed that he would join me for the chase tonight and, presumably, become my partner in crime. We were both mad, we both loved knives and we both enjoyed torturing our victims while putting them through as much pain as possible. We were practically soul-mates and I think he knew that too.

"Says the wacko that killed my prey yesterday," I grumbled coldly and he looked at me with the most unsavoury glare. "Can't stand to see others wield knives so skillfully?" I asked with teasing eyes and he looked away, not even dignifying that with a response.

The two of us quit bantering when we heard the clicking of heels on the sidewalk. He side-glanced at each other with the most chilling smirks before making our way over to the unsuspecting whore.

"Courtesans... My favourite-a kind," Luciano purred under his breath and I happily nodded as we neared her. He got his throwing knives read and I spun the cleaver around in my hand eagerly. "I don't-a want any of-a that fucking freaky-a shit you do with-a that cleaver on-a the whores. We want-a this-a to be painful and-a messy..." I nodded agreeably.

The courtesan looked over her shoulder at us and she was greeted by our gleaming blades as we calmly walked after her. I slid my cleaver down the blades of Luciano's throwing knives and the sound sent a shiver down the courtesan's spine, throwing her into a panicky state and urging her to flee. She did and, the moment she started running, Luciano skillfully through a set of throwing knives her way and they gracefully found their target, lodging themselves into her calves.

"Ah!" A surprised gasp escaped her lips as she fell to her knees. The two of us went over to her at our own leisurely pace, letting the panic sink in to her mind. "D-don't hurt me! Let me g-gah!"

"Shut-a the fuck up," Lucian cursed her, spitting near her hands and slamming his boot down onto the pommels of the throwing knives in her calves, one by one, letting them sink into her flesh and make her cry out in pain. "Much-a butter..."

Meanwhile, I took my trusty cleaver and put an end to the pain in her calves, moving it up to her thighs instead as I brought the cleaver down unto her legs, one at a time. It was a messy amputation as the smooth, sharp edges of the cleaver divided the flesh, but not the bone. That is, until I had encouraged her bones to break by repeatedly slamming the heel of my boot onto her leg until I heard a sickening crack before proceeding to do the same to the other.

The courtesan struggled in her own blood, crying out for mercy and, as she did, I noticed Luciano's pupils dilate with pleasure. Being begged for mercy seemed to turn the psychotic Italian on. I grinned from ear to ear, very much in love with the personality of my new friend who was as mad as I, with the potential to be madder.

Luciano caught me staring and looked my way with a sudden change in mood. His eyes were filled with anger and impatience as he silently ordered me to continue with a flick of the muzzle of his pistol. Luciano thrust the daggers into the courtesan's chest. One between her breasts, the other in her bellybutton and the third one in between. Luciano pushed her down onto the floor so that she laid on her back. The blood trickled down from these wounds and spurted into Luciano's face once he used leaned in close and used the heel of his boot to kick the pommels in deeper, until the hilt disappeared into her body, surrounded by viciously lacerated flesh and blood.

I watched in awe, standing back to see Luciano at work. I already felt so protective of him, so possessive over him and I couldn't tell why. I figured that it would be because he was the only man out there that shared the same secret with me. We were both serial killers, we both adored blood and we simply loved to play with our prey before killing it. Call me sick, but those signs alone point to fate. I sighed dreamily as I stared at his bloodstained profile, his unruly fringe drenched with blood and clinging to his forehead. I snapped out of it, though, the moment the courtesan spat in Luciano's face and hissed angry cusses at him. It was understandable; we were killing her after all, but for her to use such foul language on my Luciano...

"Puta! Bastardo! Puta! Fottiti!" I hissed right in her face and she shut her eyes tightly, warm tears rolling down her cheeks. "Lay a hand on my Luciano and I will make your death FAR more overwhelming," I threatened and she helplessly nodded. Even still, I could not let this slide and I effortlessly slid the tip of my cleaver into her chest, until the entire blade disappeared. I tore her heart apart. "Like you tore mine by being so fucking rude to my Luciano," I growled, baring my teeth as I firmly held the cleaver in place until her head tilted lifelessly to the side and her body went limp. "Bitch."

Meanwhile, Luciano stared at me in surprise. He tilted his head to the side with a childlike curiosity in his eyes.

"Your-a true colours are-a appealing," Luciano nodded approvingly, walking through the pools and smears of blood to get closer to me. I stood up straight and looked down into his eyes. "What is-a your-a name?"

"(Name)..." I murmured, almost shyly, as I turned my face to hide madly blushing cheeks. He seemed to take a liking to me too. The thought was frightening: me wanting another man to fall in love with me. "(Full name)."

"Oh? Si, this is-a good..." He voiced his thoughts with an approving grunt. He took me by the hand, both of them bloodstained, and pulled me closer.

"Why?" I asked, unable to escape my inquisitive nature when it came to such beautiful monsters like him. "Why is this good?"

"Because, bello, now I know whose-a name to scream while-a you fuck me," Luciano shrugged as he stated his case bluntly in a matter-of-fact tone. "That is-a good, si?"

"S-si," I managed to utter, shocked as I still tried to process his first sentence. "Si, this is good..."

"Good, good," Luciano nodded happily as he looked up at me with the most charming grin, guiding my hands to his belt. "So, fuck-a me."

I didn't even dignify that with a response. No... Instead, I responded with actions. I used both hands to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, pulling it down to his thighs along with his underwear. It was far too early for anyone else to find us in the street and, so, I eagerly slid my hands down his waist and took the head of his member into my hands, the hilt of my cleaver between my teeth. Luciano tightened his grip around the throwing knives in his hands and he wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me in for a hot, passionate French kiss as I massaged him downstairs to please him, to make him go hard. He moaned into the kiss, shoving his tongue down my throat and making me moan too.

With our psychopathic natures, neither of us felt any shame for doing this out in the open street. It was too dark for us to be seen, the brutally murdered corpse laying under the street light being only a small portion of the thrill. Grinding up against me, Luciano ran his hands up and down my chest, testing the waters before starting to unbutton my shirt. The sleeves slid off of my shoulders and he placed his hands there, pushing me up against the wall and staring up into my eyes with the most sadistic grin as he kissed roughly down my collarbone. I hated when others tried to dominate me but when they submitted to me... why, it just turned me on.

I grabbed Luciano's wrists and lifted his hands off of my shoulder. I flipped us around so that his back was up against the wall. He pulled away from me as I leaned in, turning his cheek so I couldn't get to his lips. I frowned. That was simply unacceptable. I turned him around on his heels and pulled him away from the wall. I slid my hands up his back and pushed down on his shoulder blades, forcing him to bend over. He struggled, playing hard to get, but I put an end to his insubordination as I roughly entered him, sliding in one moment and thrusting in deeper the next. He moaned out of pleasure and of pain as he placed his hands on the wall in front of him and a low, maniacal laugh escaped his lips. He was insane. He was enjoying the pain more than the pleasure.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" I purred into his ear, sliding a hand down his chest as I kept the other between his shoulder blades, holding him in place.

I placed my hand on his crotch, taking the hard head of his member between my fingers and pumping it.

"! SI!" Luciano cried out in pure bliss as I played with him, violently pounding into his arse as I rocked back and forth inside of him. "S-si, (Name)! J-j-just like-a that! Si!" Luciano moaned in pain every time I slid in and out of him, harder and faster with every powerful thrust. I was out of control and Luciano was simply having a ball because of it.

I moaned loudly into Luciano's ear as I rolled my hips, dipping in and out of him. Luciano bucked his hips into mine and I lost my breath, forgetting to breath as I squeezed his hard-on with both hands and held his hips in place, pounding aggressive into his arse again and again until he had no more strength to stand.

"S-stop... I need-a the strength to run from-a the scene of-a the crime," Luciano panted heavily underneath me but I kept on going until he fell to his knees, holding onto the brick wall. "(N-Name)..."

His exhausted moans and groans were music to my ears as I screwed him to his last sigh. Tears started to well-up in his eyes as I pulled him up from his knees, holding him up the entire time that I thrust deeper and deeper into him until, finally, I released into him. Luciano tried to catch his breath as I messed him up, shutting his eyes tightly as a loud, longing moan escaped his lips.

"" Luciano made the most pleased noises under his breath as I took my sweet time to slide out of him. Luciano looked over his shoulder at me with madly blushing cheeks.

I knew he was tired, so I placed my hands on the wall, on top of his, and intertwined my fingers with his as I gently rocked back inside of him. The moment he relaxed, I ran my hands down his back and took his arse by the cheeks, spreading them. With a soft chuckle, I aggressively shoved the hard head of my member inside of him and he instinctively shut his eyes. It was that hardness inside of him that had him moaning helplessly in pain and pleasure alike.

"Not what-a you expected?" I whispered whispered teasingly into Luciano's ear with a hard, powerful thrust that had him pushed up against the wall.

"N-no..." He answered bluntly, a longing moan escaping his lips again with those words as I fucked him to his last moan. I cried out as I felt myself release into him again and he held back, trying to muffle his scream with my arm. "A-ahh! Hmm! Nnnnngg! (N-Name)! Ng!"

"Si?" I asked as monotonously as ever into his ear as I rolled his hips. Every time the head of my member dipped into him, I had to hold back a pleased moan. It must have been humiliating, being messed up in the middle of the street like this. "What seems to be the problem?" I asked him so innocently as I massaged his inner thighs, making him quiver with pleasure under me.

"I-I've had enough," Luciano mumbled, too embarrassed to admit that he hated to be dominated by others. I decided to play the part of the sadistic seme and clicked my tongue at him.

"I haven't," I said, grinning from ear to ear as I executed a few quick, powerful thrusts at short bursts of speed.

"A-a-ah!" Luciano moaned, surprised by the sudden speed he was fucked at. "Enough... ENOUGH! I said I had-a fucking enough! A-a-ah! N-ng! Hm! A-ah! Ng!"

The more he ordered me to stop, the harder and faster I banged him... and I wasn't gentle about it either. Luciano resorted to begging and I took it as an invitation to fuck him at full speed. Moaning at the top of my lungs, I provided him with one, final thrust before collapsing on top of him, the head of my member still inside of him as I stayed bent over him.

"G-get out... I... Hm... Ng... Ah..." Luciano couldn't put his thoughts into words so I took my sweet time to slide out of him, teasing him with a quick thrust for every millimeter I moved.

I could feel my heart violently pound inside my chest as I zipped up my pants and buttoned up my dress-shirt, watching as Luciano did the same. We stared at each other the entire time as we smoothed down our creased attire and I couldn't help but grin as he went red in the face, thinking of how well I did tonight.

"Maybe we should do that after every kill," I suggested, taking Luciano by the wrist and lightly kissing the back of his hand. He frowned at me. "I'll make it worth your while..."

"Si. I know," Luciano grumbled coldly under his breath as he looked away, blushing madly. I didn't take my eyes off him though. "Fine~" He sang, starting to walk away from the scene of the crime with me in tow.

"Brilliant," I purred under my breath, lightly squeezing his hand.

We gave an all new meaning to the term partners in crime and, while Luciano put the laughter in slaughter, I put the own in moan. And never in my days with Luciano have I forgotten to remind him of that.
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Your words are pretty but I already know who you are.
I knew you before you met me long before we would part...

The room was dark, dank, and small. There were no windows, one door closed firmly with at least a dozen locks fastening it shut, and no noises drifted in from outside. Pipes lined the walls, and rusty valves littered them, untouched for many years. A faint hissing noise could be heard coming from them. The room was sound-proofed, and the smell of sweat and piss lingered in the air, along with the faint, rusty scent of blood.
In one corner, there lay a pile consisting of knives, crowbars, and other potentially harmful metal objects, each stained a deep, red-brown.

Two people were in that room.

The first stood in front of the other. His hair, once a rich-brown, now hung over his eyes, matted and greasy. The face that it framed was no better - and his eyes, his eyes once filled with a love of life, of his fans, of the man in front of him, were unseeing. The eyes of a mad man.
His 'DROP DEAD' t-shirt was stained with the same substance as the weapons a mere metre or so away. His skinny jeans hung off of him, and were ripped, to the point where they would soon be no longer identifiable as 'clothing'.
The second man, not much more than a boy, was a beauty.
Or had been.
His hair, which you could tell had once been admired by many, was no longer silky. Instead, clumps were missing, and the rest matted with sweat and blood. He was far too thin, wearing only a tattered pair of black boxer-briefs. His rib-cage was so visible you could count how many bones it was made up of, and his skin was grey and unhealthy. Not to mention the amount of cuts, bruises and incisions that littered his body. Some faded to scars, some still bleeding. One frail wrist, so thin that it looked like it would snap if the wind changed direction, was fastened to the pipe beside the man, rubbed raw by the tight handcuff. It didn't matter, though; he had long since stopped feeling pain. It was clear in his eyes, once bright blue and so full of hope, now faded to a dark grey.



Before you tricked me and laid on my bones.
Before you kissed me and buried my hope.
Before you stole my spirit and rode the show into the wall.

Brown eyes latched onto baby blues, and the older man spoke. "I love you, Andy."
His voice was raspy from lack of use, yet held something un-recognisable in it. It wasn't love, though. More like obsession.
'Andy' responded, "I love you too." His voice was almost robotic. Emotionless. As though he'd been trained to say it, knew what would happen if he didn't. His eyes flickered over to the pile of torture weapons. Escape as much pain as possible. Make life easier.
In the beginning, he'd tried to fight against it. Had tried to escape so many times. All in vain. There was no way out, unless Oli wanted him out. And Oli never wanted him out.
Dry, cracked lips with teeth that hadn't been brushed in far too long pressed against his own, and Andy didn't kiss back, but didn't pull away. Andy had once loved those lips, but not anymore. He just sat there and took it, because there was nothing else he could do but let the older man ravage his lips, hands roaming over his abused body.

He was Oli's, but Oli wasn't his.

They shore you up. They lay all their dreams on you.
They let you in and you start to believe you're soft as a miracle.
Unfurled, I was new and unfurled.
Innocent and open as any lamb and hoping for paradise.

It hadn't always been this way. Once, Andy had been an aspiring musician, taking a university course on teaching. He was loved by everyone, hated by none, envied by many. He had the perfect life.

Andy looked up and smiled as his boyfriend of five years, Ashley Purdy, walked into his work at the Starbuck's on campus. "Hey baby," he said with a smile, already holding out a cup of steaming liquid. "Your usual?"
Ashley smiled back, displaying pearly white teeth. "Yes, you know me too well babe!"
He took the cup and paid, then snuck a quick kiss from Andy over the counter, earning 'awes' from most of the other customers. Andy and Ashley were well liked, and most people found them 'cute' together. They genuinely loved each other, and wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. "We still on for tonight?" He grinned.
Andy nodded. "Yeah, wouldn't miss it."
"Ok, good. Gotta dash!" Ashley said, already at the door. "I'll pick you up around five for dinner! I love you!"
Andy barely had time to respond before he left. His boss turned to him and they both shared a laugh.
"He's such a sweetheart," she said, and Andy nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, I'm lucky to have him..."

Little did he know, that in the corner of the shop, another man was glaring at the door Ashley had just left through, his coffee cup gripped so tightly in his hand that the cup had burst, coating his hand in the hot liquid. Andy, oblivious and too love-struck to notice his expression, came over with a cloth and giggled.
"Watch what you're doing, those cups aren't the strongest!"
As soon as Andy spoke, the man's expression melted.
"Oh yeah...oops," he replied, laughing. "Sorry 'bout that." He stood up to leave, and knew what he had to do. His angel deserved far more than that dirty slut Ashley Purdy, who'd slept with half the population of LA before Andy. No. He wouldn't stand for it.

His angel needed him...

He knew what he had to do.

That winter's night, it was already dark out as Ashley made his way over to Andy's dorm, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He was humming under his breath, smiling to himself. Life was good, life was great.
Little did he know that someone was waiting in the shadows for him.
As he walked past the abandoned dorm that had been charred and made uninhabitable the month previously, he heard a soft cry for help.
Frowning, Ashley immediately pushed the door open, wincing as it fell backwards, its hinges breaking apart. He stepped inside, cautiously, squinting in the dark. "Hello? Is anyone in h-"
Those were the last words he ever spoke, before a wrench collided with the back of his skull.

He couldn't even cry for help...

And  he was never seen again.


Meanwhile, Andy prepared for his date. Fluffing up his hair and rubbing his lips together, a perfect shade of rose red. He looked up as a knock on his door sounded, and grinned, flinging the door open. "As-" he paused. "Um...hello."
At the door stood Oli Sykes, the same boy from Starbucks who had broken his cup. Andy smiled. "Can I help you?"
"Um, yeah... your boyfriend-" he said the word oddly "- he asked me to give you this." He held out a piece of crumpled paper. "Seemed in a rush."
Andy blinked in confusion, but nodded.
"Oh, OK, thanks man," he said, opening the piece of paper. A second later, he screamed, dropping the note to the ground. He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks.
The students in the dorms surrounding burst out of their doors, all saying "Andy, what's wrong?" They all had looks of concern on their faces.
"H-he..." Andy looked up, eyes red and puffy. "Ashley left me."

Yeah I hate love
Yeah I hate love.
So I hate love.
Yeah I hate love.

Andy woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar place. His mind was hazy, and he felt heavy and as if he'd just been drugged. He groaned as pain shot up his stiff back and tried to sit up, frowning whem he noticed his hand was cuffed to a pipe. Tugging on it experimentally, he cried out when the cold metal cut into his wrist. "A-ah..." Shivering as draughts blew at him he noticed that he was only clad in a pair of skimpy, silk boxer-briefs. He blushed.
"You're awake..."
Andy's head shot up and he met Oli's eyes. " this some sort of sick game?" Fear settled in his stomach as he noticed the wrench clutched in Oli's hand. "Man...don't do anything stupid..."

Love leaves you desperate and feeling a fool.

"'Man'?" Oli laughed. The sound wasn't friendly, as Andy's laughs that day in Starbucks had been. They were creepy and manic, and sent a chill up Andy's spine.
"You never noticed me. Not once. I've been in love with you for years, but you've never acknowledged me. Instead, you betrayed me with that slut."

Love makes you ruthless and love makes you cruel.

"Ashley wasn't a slut!" Andy defended his ex-boyfriend, then paused, remembering the betrayal he felt. His eyes pricked with tears, and he gasped as Oli grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet the older man's brown eyes.
"He didn't deserve you. He was a filthy, horrible slut. He wasn't good for you."

And love makes you crazy with nothing but lies.

Andy felt sick to his stomach and flinched away, gasping when Oli's hands roughly grabbed his thighs and forced them apart, pulling his boxers down. "N-no...please..."

Love promises nothing and then your love dies.

Andy lay on the floor, Oli having unlocked the cuffs. Andy wasn't going anywhere. His will to live was completely gone. He was broken, just lay there and took whatever Oli did to him. Just the way he liked it.
Oli was lying over him, propping himself up on his elbows, peppering kisses over Andy's bruised body, whispering sweet nothing's against his skin. Andy's mouth was open slightly, and white semen dripped from his lips, eyes closed tightly. He was choking, trying to allow himself to die.
"Shh..."Oli whispered, standing up. "Sleep." Andy felt something warm draped over him and through his dehydrated, starving mind, thought confusedly as to why Oli had done that. Feeling the thick fabric with his fingers, he froze.
The jumper Ashley had been wearing that day in Starbucks.
He forced his mouth to open, forcing out the semen in it, and spoke, his voice raspy from lack of use. "A-Ashley...he...he didn't leave me...did he?"

Unfurled, I was new and unfurled.
Innocent and open as any lamb and hoping for paradise.

Oli laughed and leant back over him, pausing when his mouth was right next to Andy's ear. "I took care of him so that we could be together." With that, he stood up and started to unlock the door.
Andy looked down and realised that he hadn't yet re-attached the handcuffs. A simple slip of the mind on Oli's part, brought on by getting cocky. Thinking that if he left Andy un-attended, he'd be fine. But what he hadn't counted on was the love Andy felt for his boyfriend. Shakily, he stood up as quietly as he could, his legs almost buckling as they tried to support him.
Picking up a wrench from the corner of the room –coincidentally the same wrench that had ended his love's life- he brought it down forcefully on Oli's back.
Oli screamed. "What are you do-!?" But he was cut off as Andy brought the metal down again and again, strike after strike. Blood poured, bruises formed, Oli had never known such pain.
"That," Andy said as he collapsed, feeling his own life slip away...
"Was for Ashley."

Yeah I hate love.
Yeah I hate love.
So I hate love.
Yeah I hate love.

Then your love dies.
Then your love dies.
Then your love dies.
SHIT haven't wrote in months. Kill me.
Ok this is the song-fic as promised for :iconshakratothearson: for winning my contest!! Thanks for your patience, and thanks Ellen for proof-reading for me :)

Song is: [link] I Hate Love by Garbage. While listening to it, I found it kinda I obviously HAD to go with obsession ;D

Pairing is Oli Sykes x Andy Biersack (Ali SykeSack o.o?)...kinda. And Andy Biersack x Ashley Purdy.
Hints of noncon, torture, shit like that.
Enjoy my lovelies ;D
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This morning you woke up more tired than the days before, you knew that if titan struck today you would be the one of the first to get eaten, you sat up in bed pondering what would happen today. Getting out of bed wasn't difficult for you but this morning it was a mission. You stood up, stretched a bit, you room was small enough to fit only a bed and a few areas for a cupboard and belongings, yes it was very confined but you got used to it. As you stood up you felt sort of dizzy and hot-headed. When you looked in the mirror of your body you thought ‘I have lost a large amount of weight from fighting titans'.


Your face looked paler than before, 'must have been because I didn't get enough sleep' you thought to yourself as you yawned. As you put on your clothes you realized that you were late for breakfast. You knew that Erwin wouldn't be happy if you were late for anything more or less Levi. Worst case scenario would be for you to run into Levi and get told off. After getting changed you rushed to the dining area and sat alone on the corner of the room. You felt cold sweat running down the side of your forehead as you saw the Erwin towering over you as he stared at you in anger.


'Where have you been?!’ he shouted 'We've been waiting for you',

'Then why don't you just go without me!' you answered back calmly but sleepy,


'What?’ you said looking at him with your sparkling eyes

'Never mind' he said as he blushed at the site of your face. He left some soup on your table and walked away with a weird sense of direction going in a few different ways before you asked him if he was okay and he was on his way.


You looked around and spotted Levi, he was cleaning the room as always. He looked back quickly and you turned the other way quickly, Levi looked at you with suspicion, you looked back and saw his eyebrows furrow a bit and his grey eyes stare back. You continued to the food that Erwin had left for you. You ate as quickly as you could, once you finished you looked back to where Levi was a few minutes before.


‘Why are you still here?’ Levi spoke into your ear in a deep and serious voice.

‘Sorry’ you said shyly

You were about to get up when Levi turned your face with his hand to face him.

‘Why are you so pal...’


You got up and ran to the where everyone else was. You blushed at the thought that Levi touched your face for the first time. You started to think of what would happen if you didn’t walk away. You started to feel light headed and dreamy. Erwin told everybody that today we would be going outside the walls for an expedition, this time we were going to try to capture a few titans that might be in the forest of giant trees.


After a few minutes you got changed into your scout legion cape and 3D maneuver gear. You got onto your horse and rode outside the walls in you formation. Levi was in a different group to yours. As your group rode out towards the forest of giant trees you didn’t come across any titans, everybody was doing okay for now. Once you arrived the to the forest of giant trees you saw Levi on one of the trees’ branches looking down at you.


As the group tried to lure the 3 meter class you saw the titan with its large eyes and abnormal body running faster towards your horse. You tried to outrun it, you knew that you weren’t feeling well, ‘Why did I come to the expedition today?’ ‘Why did I have to feel unwell today?’ you asked yourself in regret. The titan swiped its hand at your horse; you fell off hitting the ground with a thump as you rolled towards the titan. Levi spotted you and quickly grabbed you and put you onto his horse as you back hugged Levi. You didn’t know who it was until you smelt the fabric of the clothing and you realised it was Levi, your hands ran over his sculpted abs and you fell asleep immediately.


When you woke up you were in the infirmary. You were lying down with a wet cloth on your forehead. You heard footsteps and the saw the back of Levi at the counter cleaning. The last thing you remembered was feeling his abs from behind on the horse and that was all. You started to blush at the thought and getting hot in temperature, you couldn’t believe that you felt his abs so your temperature rose higher and higher in the blankets until you started to sweat. Levi turned around and saw your face turning red. He walked towards the bed that you were on; he took the blanket off and carried you to your room. Once he placed you onto your bed and covered you with the blanket. He sat near your bed and watched you doze off again.


The next morning you woke up covered in cold sweat. You felt better than yesterday but still a bit injured, you ankle and shoulder was bruised a bit and that was all. You turned in bed and saw Levi in bed with you; you pushed him away a bit which woke him up. You froze as he opened his eyes. The stillness broke when Levi put his arm around your waist and pulled towards him. You could feel his crotch getting erect as your belly could feel it rising a bit through is pants.

‘Are you okay?’ Levi asked

You started blush as you heard his deep and serious voice that was full of lust and. He stared into your eyes, you tried to get out of your bed but he pulled you closer to his crotch as you felt it harden up.

‘I haven’t seen such beautiful [eye colour] eyes before’ Levi complimented

As you smiled and blushed a bit he snatched a kiss from you as your tongue and his interlocked. You embraced the moment and as Levi rolled your shirt up, with one hand he grabbed your breast and you moaned when he had got hold of it. The other hand was exploring your body for weak areas; he blew into your ear as you moaned when he started to circle your nipple with his finger. He was you blushing and getting hotter in temperature so he took the blanket off and pushed you onto the bed as he looked down to you from above. You saw his abs peeking from under his shirt. Levi took his shirt off and in a snap he unbuttoned your shirt and threw it across the room. As Levi licked your nipples you started to take off your shorts and you saw Levi slip his pants off. You started to get excited as you saw his crotch shape from the bend in his underwear.

‘I want to get lost with you’ Levi whispered in your ear

You looked at him with shock. Why would Levi ever think of me? Then you remembered what happened back then at the expedition, that day you were feeling ill and once you went outside the walls you got attacked by the titan and fell off your horse and Levi was there to save you. That’s was why Levi was with you in the infirmary. ‘He must have been taking care of me!’ you thought to yourself.


You looked back at Levi and his grey eyes that were normally full of seriousness were now dark grey with lust and pleasure. He put his hands on your hips and saw your pure and innocent white coloured panties which were now soaked. The corner of his mouth started to smile and he saw the lips that would lead him to pleasure. Levi started to lick your clit with his warm tongue he started off slowly which made you feel at pleasure. He started to lick your clit and then use his other hand to place his index finger into your hole and make you arch your back backwards in pleasure. Levi stared at your vagina with lust and added another finger and you moaned no too loudly in case someone from outside the room would hear. All this time Levi hadn’t said anything but you just went with the flow since you loved it. He noticed that you were going to get a climax soon so he went faster and fasted adding a third finger to make wet. Your hips started to buck and that let him know that you were close to peaking.  Your clit was throbbing and was redder as Levi pulled out his fingered and rubbed his wet fingers covered with your juicy cum on your clit it was ecstasy as you climaxed with a quiet moan which Levi thought was cute and innocent of you. You sat up hugging Levi sitting on his crotch by accident. You felt that and moved back and saw that you’re cum had stained the tip of his underpants where your vagina was just on. Levi looked at the fingers covered with your cum and licked them slowly and with lust as moaned.

‘Let’s get ready for breakfast’ you said quickly

‘Aren’t you going ask why I didn’t fuck you?’ Levi said with a smirk

‘Okay? Why?’ you said in a sky and innocent way

‘Cos I think you need to be a bit older then I will’ he said seductively

You blushed and started to put your clothes on and had a change of panties. Levi had already finished changing and he lied in your bed smelling your pillow and looking at you getting change.

‘I will remember this smell, it’s so innocent and pure’ Levi said looking into your eyes.

‘Why did you do that just then?’ you asked

‘Why didn’t you resist?’ Levi replied as soon as you asked

‘I love you’ he said

‘Well... I love you too...’ you answered back

He smiled and stole another kiss on your lips, this time it was a peck. As soon as he got up from the bed he started organising the room and cleaning it up so that it was the same as it was before.


That night at dinner he brought your food and sat with you and all the following days Levi started to look after you and made sure that you didn’t get hurt by anything. Erwin was devastated that Levi had taken interest in you but a few months after he became interested in someone else.

‘Must have been because of your looks’ Levi whispered into your ear

‘Oh I don’t know’ you replied






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"Say [First]," Hanji's chin settled in her palm. "What is your relationship with Cor-"

"Commander and I are just friends," you bellowed turning away to hide your blushing face.

"Oh?" A sinister smile appeared on her face. Sensing the eerie atmosphere you slowing turned to face your comrade.

"Ha-Hanji-san..?" You were actually a little...scared.

"Hohoho," she grinned grabbing your face. "I was actually saying Corporal yet you answered about Commander..hmm..." She battered her eyelashes cunningly. "You have them...both?"

"EHHHH?! NONSENSE! We- we are JUST FRIENDS!" You yelled standing to your feet. Oh gosh, really no sense in denying it your face was beet red. Hanji smirked. It was too much fun teasing you - you were just an easy prey.

"Ah you're right," Hanji poked out her bottom lip in defeat. Though it was only part of her game. "I guess I am babbling nonsense. I'm sure the trainees are just delusional. They're always whining about hearing screams and moans down the corridor. Perhaps it is a ghost." Those words took you by surprise.

"Perhaps it is," you left the mess hall with your face burning crimson. Am I really that loud?? You ruffled your [h/c] hair a little distraught. At this rate, many more would find out. You ruffled your hair more. Tch. It was their fault anyway. Recently the two have been more possessive. Just what the actual hell happened. Your relationship with Commander Erwin and Lance Corporal Levi had always been something odd. Maybe it was a game to them? They never pushed you to go all the way but last night it was blissful. Your own thoughts caused you to blush.

But how did this all happen anyway?
The better question might be why..

You hesitated at the Commander's door. You let out a heavy sigh. There was a pause.

Oh I can't do this. Stupid Commander. Stupid Corporal. UGH I just wish they would control their hormones and and...

Oi? You heard a stern voice inside. Corporal? You immediately opened the door without knocking.

"You cheated," Levi hissed at Erwin crossing his arms. Was he throwing a tantrum? It was rather cute though. Erwin ignored Levi's question and focused his attention to you.

"[First]," Erwin smiled and patted his leg motioning you to sit on his lap. "Please join us." You looked at Levi - that cold focused stare - then back at Erwin. His eyes were welcoming you in. Both internally drove you insane.

"S-Sir," you slowing walked forward - why were you being so polite now? "There are...there are rumors about a ghost in the corridor." You looked down blushing too embarrassed to continue. Levi and Erwin exchanged glances and smirked.

"Oh?" they pipped out in unison. In your flushed stated you were completely oblivious to the two males approaching you. Levi from behind and Erwin from the front.

"Y-yes," you stammered still looked down at your boots. "Trainees say they hear screams and moans, sir." Your face burned a crimson red. It's so embarrassing. Those were your screams and moans. Why must Levi and Erwin toy with you so much?

"Well then [First] let the rumors stand but as for you," You looked up upon hearing your name only too meet Erwin's face and a strong embrace of Levi from behind. Just what were they planning this time? You closed your eyes anticipating their next move. Large hands began unbuttoning your top and Levi's trailed down your waist. You felt a nibble at your ear and warm lips on your forehead. Tch. Those two. But you couldn't stay angry for long - Those two knew exactly what you liked. Levi whispered in your ear finishing Erwin's sentence.

"As for you, whose name will you scream louder?"

"[First]," Hanji sang your voice. "Oh [FIRSTTTTTT]"

"Neh?" You began to stir...what was going on? Why did your head feel so heavy? Your eyes blinked lazily as you tried to take in your surroundings. Your hands felt soft warm blakets...a bed? "Hanji-san?"

"Oi you are just so cute," Hanji smiled pinching your nose.

"Ow Ow, Hanjiiiii," You wailed your arms trying to push her away. "What happened? Why are you here?" Your voice was almost a whine.

"You fell off your horse and hit your head when we were in town," she answered. "I'm glad to see that you're finally coming through. Just what were you dreaming out. You kept stirring, and your were drooling..must have been a nice dream."

"Eh??" You touched your cheeks in disbelief as your face flushed red.

A dream? Oh gosh when did I become so perverted?
Contains mature content? I wasn't entirely sure but  Llama Emoji-10 (Shy) [V1]

MAYBE in Part 2. I can't guarantee there will even be a part 2 haha. I'm no lemon writer its all about the fluff. I'm just obsessed with SNK. That's all these Levi and Erwin feels and I can't handle them.
Llama Emoji-55 (Happy New Year) [V3] 

Sorry if there are grammatical errors! Just let me know and I'll fix them. Happy reading.
I do not know Attack on Titan (SNK) or any of it's characters.
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An irritated sigh slipped past your lips as you shook your head, (h/c) tresses flying past your face.

"Bard... You burnt the food again, didn't you," you stated more than asked, left eyebrow twitching in annoyance. You folded your arms over your chest. Bardroy rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly while he carried one of those big-fire-gun-things of his on his shoulder. You let out a sigh.

"Whatever, I'll take care of it," you said, picking up the butcher knife.

Again. The knife gave off a glint.

In the middle of cooking, Sebastian came into the kitchen. He walked towards you.

"______," the ravenette said, catching your attention, "would you please prepare some tea? Lady Elizabeth is coming to visit the young master today." You nodded.

"Alright," you said, making him smile.

"Thank you." He left kitchen.

You went to prepare a tray of tea with some of Ciel's favourite snacks, just like Sebastian had asked. You put the tray on a free counter for him to pick up later before going back to work.

A few minutes later, you heard the front door slam open and the sound of feet tapping against the polished marble floor. You and Bardroy poked your heads out of the kitchen.

"CIEL!" Elizabeth squealed, tackling the male Phantomhive into a hug.

"Geh! Elizabeth!" Ciel gasped, trying to get out of the blonde's death hug. She pulled away and pouted.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Ciel? It's Lizzy!"

You giggled at the amusing scene in front of you. You and Bardroy immediately rushed back inside the kitchen when Ciel turned his head in your direction. He narrowed his eye before facing his butler.

"Sebastian," he said.

Sebastian responded, "Yes, my lord?"

"Get ______ to bring the tea into my study," Ciel ordered. The ravenette was surprised.

"But my lord-" Ciel cut him off.

"I do not want any objections. It's an order, Sebastian," he said in a demanding tone. Sebastian bowed.

"Yes, my lord." He walked towards the kitchen and entered to find you peeling a potato.

"______," he called. You turned around.

"Yes?" you asked, putting the potato peeler down.

"The young master wishes for you to bring the tea to his study," he replied. You nodded.

"Yes, right away," you said. You took the tray into your hands and went past Sebastian. You walked upstairs, being careful not to trip on your maid dress, and went towards Ciel's study. You rapped your knuckles against the door while balancing the tray of tea on one hand. A soft 'come in' emitted from the room and you opened the door, stepping inside. You saw Ciel teaching his fiancee how to play chess. You placed the tray on his desk and poured two cups of Earl Grey. You laid the tea and snacks across the table before taking the tray. You turned to the two and bowed.

"I've prepared your tea and snacks, just like you requested, my lord." The young Earl nodded.

"Thank you." Ciel stood up and led Elizabeth to his desk. As you walked away, a pair of arms wrapped around waist, stopping you in your tracks. You craned your neck to look behind and found Elizabeth latched onto your body. You raised an eyebrow.

"What can I help you with, m'lady?" you asked, twisting your body so that you're fully facing her. She smiled up at you.

"You're cute!" she exclaimed. Heat rushed to your cheeks. You blinked.

"E-eh... T-thank you, m'lady," you awkwardly said. Elizabeth began to tug on your arm.

"Hey, wanna play dress up with me? I brought some cute dresses along!"

"But m'lady, I have my duties to do-"

"Just go." You looked at Ciel, shocked.

"You're free of your work. I'll have Sebastian to fill in for you. Go play with Elizabeth and make her happy," he said, sending you a miniscule smile. You looked back the perky blonde.

You sighed quietly before saying, "Alright." Elizabeth squealed in joy and pulled you out of the room.

"M-m'lady, please slow down!" you cried.

"Just call me Lizzy!" she said, her laughs echoing in the hallway.

Ciel let out a sigh and stared out the window, his mind clouded with thoughts about you.

"______..." he whispered.

Elizabeth fitted you in a frilly, peach and yellow dress. She tied your hair into a low, side ponytail starting with a little braid on one side of your head with a matching red ribbon. Your bangs were swept to the side, pinned back with a pink sakura hairpin with dangling golden ornaments. She made you wear a pair of orange flats with knee-high white socks. You looked at yourself in the mirror with a dreadful expression.

'Her dresses are so frilly!' you thought, tugging on the skirt. The blonde danced around you while prattling on about how cute you looked.

"Hey ______," she suddenly called.


"Don't you ever smile?" Elizabeth questioned. She pulled you down to her level and pushed the corners on your lips upward.

"There! All better!" The green-eyed female grinned at you. You felt your eyes soften.

"Are we done now, Lizzy?" you asked, "Because I believe it's time I get back to work-"

"No!" she yelled, stopping you mid-sentence, "We're not done, we still have to show you to Ciel! Come on!" She grabbed your hand.

"L-Lizzy-" She ran out of the room you shared with Mey-rin, dragging you behind her excitedly.

"Slow down! We're going to crash into a vase!"

Elizabeth burst into Ciel's study, causing Ciel to jump. He whipped his head towards the door and his eye widened. Sebastian stood beside the male Phantomhive, a small smirk apparent on his face. Your left eye twitched at the demonic butler's smirk.

"Ciel, look! I dressed ______ up! Doesn't she look cute?" Elizabeth asked, screeching into a stop in front of his desk. Ciel nearly dropped the cup of tea in his hand. A light blush covered his cheeks as he stared at you. He had to admit, you looked simply adorable for anyone to resist.

The raven-haired boy coughed into his fist. He set his cup of tea on his desk.

"Yes, I have to agree with you there, Elizabeth," he said, a miniscule smile crossing his stoic features. Something warm crawled up your neck. Ciel's words made your heart flutter. As you stared at him, Ciel locked gazes with you. The two of you looked into each other's eyes (in Ciel's case, it's eye) until...

"AAHHHH! PLU-PLU!" You heard a scream come from the garden. You recognised it as Finny's.

The male Phantomhive let an exasperated sigh escape his lips.

"Sebastian-" You snapped back to your senses.

"I-I'll go help Finny!" you blurted, cutting him off. Ciel was startled from your sudden outburst. He blinked at you.


"I'll go help Finny, so... I-uh, will be going now, my lord!" You quickly bowed and ran out of the room as fast as you can in Elizabeth's frilly dress. Ciel sighed again, clearly unhappy with your absence. He averted his gaze to the window and watched as you tried to stop Pluto from destroying the garden with Finny. You were knocked over, but Finny immediately helped you up. The gardener said something to you afterwards, causing you to laugh. The raven-haired male frowned at this, jealous that Finny was able to get along well with you.

'Why can't we be alone for once? And if we are, someone always has to interrupt,' he thought frustratingly, 'It's like the world hates us being together.'

The truth is, ever since the first day Ciel recruited you, he had already developed romantic feelings for you. He didn't know if it was because of your caring nature or bubbly personality, something about you just seems so... mesmerising. Whenever he stares into your vivid (e/c) hues, he is always drawn into them. Your (h/l), silky (h/c) hair glistens in the sunlight whenever you work outside helping Finny tend the garden.

"Ciel!" the cheerful blonde said, catching the young Earl's attention, "Are we going to continue our game?" Elizabeth pointed at the chess board.


~~~The next day~~~

"SEBASTIAN!" Ciel called from his study. The black-haired butler knocked on the door before entering. Sebastian saw Ciel sitting with his chin resting against his intertwined fingers. Today, Ciel had decided to tell you no matter what. Nothing will get in his way this time, and he'll use force if necessary. He's had enough of watching you from the distance. He wanted you to be his, and only his (possessive much?). Ciel doesn't want anyone to get to you first, especially that stupid gardener of his.

"Tell ______ to come to my study," the male Phantomhive ordered, "Now." The demonic butler bowed.

"Yes, my lord." Sebastian left Ciel's study room and went off to fetch you. A few minutes later, you appeared. You stepped into the room, closing the door behind you.

"My lord?" you said, walking closer to his desk, "May I know why I'm called?"

"______, come here," Ciel said, gesturing you to come around his desk. You blinked, for he ignored your question, but did as you were told. He got off his chair, and suddenly gathered you in his arms. Your eyes widened.


"You're more than a maid to me," Ciel said. You gasped softly. He broke the hug and grabbed you collar, not too roughly, and pulled you down to his level. He smiled at you, which was rare, making your cheeks heat up. That simple gesture was enough to tell how much affection Ciel held for you.

"I love you." The way he said it sounded desperate, as if he needed your love back. You gazed deep into his single, azure eye. They held love, care, and sincerity. You returned his smile.

"I... I love you too," you whispered, smiling shyly. The ravenette slowly leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut and you kissed back, cherishing this moment.
EDIT: Okay I'm sick and fucking tired of you all commenting about your damn heights. I'll be honest here, and you wanna know something? I. DON'T. GIVE. A. DAMN. SHIT. ABOUT. YOUR. HEIGHT. So keep it to your fucking selves because I'm getting really annoyed here. School's been stressing me out, and the fact that you guys aren't giving me your OPINIONS on this story is pointless. I'm disabling the comments and yes, it's going to be disabled FOREVER.

Have a good fucking day.

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It’s been months since you were a maid of the Phantomhive Manor and you were fully used on the ‘crimes’ (more like the three servants’ disaster) that were committed inside the Manor. As you look into your reflection, your (h/l) (h/c) hair was tied up into a loose bun with strands of hair framing around your face and matches your (e/c) eyes making you beautiful.

You remembered the first day that you came into the manor:

“Young master, we have a guest.” The demonic butler said. Ciel motioned him to let their guest in. Then, a young woman with (h/c) hair and (h/c) eyes entered his study. Ciel stared at the unfamiliar woman and he tugged a small smile at his lips.

“What’s your name, miss?” Ciel placed his quill down as he stared at her shy face. He knew that this girl was too innocent.

“(name) (last name), my lord.” She curtsied. Ciel gave a small nod.

“And what brings you here to my mansion?” Ciel laced his fingers resting his chin above it.

“I was hoping that I would find and be gladly accepted to be a maid here in your manor, my lord. I’m afraid that I’m left with no one. My parents are gone. Even my other relatives, I don’t know where they are. I just ended up here in front of your manor, until your butler had found me.”

Ciel gave a small nod. “Very well then. You may attend as a new maid. Sebastian!”

Sebastian entered. “Yes, my lord?”

“Show (name) to her room and give her some uniform.” Ciel ordered and he began to continue his paper work. Sebastian bowed before leaving and motioned (name) to follow him.


As you were dusting the hallways, you heard a sound of cracks right around the corner. You guessed that it was Mey-rin. You followed the sound of cracking plates until you’ve reached the room full of shattered glass. You sighed and managed to smile at Mey-rin whom was now lying on the floor blushing in shame.

“You okay, Mey-rin? What happened here? Let me help you.” As you said, you helped the other maid and started cleaning the floor full of broken glass.

“Ohh my!! Sebastian and Young master will kill me! These are his favorite silver wares.” Mey-rin cried. You stared at her and touched her shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle this one for you.”

Mey-rin looked up at you with her mouth slightly parted.

“R-really?” You nodded with a smile.

“Thank you, (name)-chan!” Mey-rin forcefully hugged you and you patted her back.

“What were you thinking that had made you broke the silver wares?” You curiously asked. Mey-rin blushed and pushed her big rounded glasses to her nose.

“Uhm, I was thinking about Sebastian.. in my imagination.. he was k-kissing me..” You held a blank expression on your face. To tell you the fact that you don’t even know what kissing means. So, you thought kissing Sebastian was hurting Mey-rin that made you want to kick the butler’s ass. You gritted your teeth and clenched your fists in anger.

“Kissing!? What kind of word is that? It’s not even in my vocabulary! Don’t tell me that that means Sebastian is hurting you?!” You gave Mey-rin an angry expression that caused her to laugh. You raised a confused yet mad eyebrow at her.

“What’s so funny?” you asked.

“(name), I didn’t know that you had no idea what kissing means?” Mey-rin snorted. You furrowed your eyebrows together and crossed your arms.

“Hn. I don’t even care what that means… Well, okay fine. What is kissing, anyway?” You asked while staring directly at Mey-rin’s face. She chuckled and scratched her head in embarrassment.

“There are many types of kisses, (name). Kissing is uh.. when two people from the opposite sex touches their lips together. Oh, and some people say that if you can tie a cherry stem using your own tongue would make you a good kisser.” You nodded your head in amazement then your face went sour. Mey-rin giggled.

“In my opinion.. that’s sounds so disgusting! Come on! who can tie a cherry stem using their own tongue? I hardly believe that that would be ever possible. It’s so unpleasant to my ears! I don’t even wan to try that!” You clasped your hands together and playfully shook your head in disagreement.

“Hahaha! If that’s what you think (name). But I warn you, once you’ve started kissing someone, you will fell the urge of not to stop.” Mey-rin grinned. You nodded in response. Both of you stood up when you were done cleaning the broken glass. Mey-rin told you that she will be leaving and you were up to your own duty.

5 hours later:

You were finally done with your daily chores. You stretched your hands up in the air, hearing your spine crack that made you sigh heavily and yawning from tiredness. While you were walking to the dark hallways of the manor, you shivered from the cold wind coming from the open window. You closed the window and focused on returning to your room. But you never got a chance to return to your room because someone had gripped your wrist tightly and pinned you against the cold wall. You gasped when you heard his voice.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop earlier but, is it really true that you don’t exactly know what kissing means?” His cool and smooth voice lingered to your ears. You can feel that your cheeks were slightly burning at the sudden closeness of Sebastian. You tried to push him away off of you but you couldn’t because he was holding your wrist to tight.

“Yes and that’s none of your concern. And why were you eavesdropping?” Sebastian let out a chuckle that was more like of a cat’s purr.

“I was just passing through when I heard your conversation with Mey-rin. And to tell you the fact that there are some person who can tie a cherry stem using their tongues.” Sebastian murmured. Yep, it was totally obvious that he was eavesdropping your conversation with the other maid.

“Oh really? Name that ‘someone’ then.” You snorted and rolled your eyes in the dark. You felt Sebastian’s face close to yours. His crimson eyes glowed pink in the dark making him even more handsome. When you first came here in the manor, you were slightly attracted to him but you held those feelings to your self and focused more on your duties.

Sebastian smirked. “Me.” He mumbled. Your eyes slightly widened and your eyebrow twitched. But you immediately rolled your eyes on him.

“Hah! As if I believe you! I don’t care whether you can do that. It doesn’t mean anyway that you’re a—“ You couldn’t finish your sentence because before you knew it, Sebastian’s soft and cold lips were gently placed on yours making you gasp. He slowly pulled his face away from yours, letting you breathe for a while.

“Wh-what was that?!” You asked a bit scared. Sebastian smirked.

“My, that was a kiss, (name).” Sebastian rested his forehead against yours and stared deeply into your (e/c) eyes. It made you melt.

“I thought kissing people would hurt.” You muttered. He chuckled and shook his head. What Mey-rin said was true. Once you have started kissing someone, you were feeling the urge of wanting more. Unexpectedly, closing your eyes as you snaked your arms in his neck making him smirk even wider. Sebastian leaned in and kissed you ever so passionately. You felt his tongue licking your bottom lip as you gasped. Sebastian’s tongue entered your mouth as he expertly explored every inch inside of it. His hot and wet tongue dancing and licking yours. Your world went blank as you were enjoying your first kiss with Sebastian. You tangled your fingers into his soft raven hair, pushing him closer against you. You felt him smirk in your lips. Sebastian started on nibbling and sucking your tongue as you unexpectedly escaped a soft moan against your lips. Sebastian’s kiss was driving you crazy. He slowly pulled away giving you some air and he saw hot saliva trailing down your chin. He licked it and he started trailing kisses against your jaw line down to your neck. You moaned when he had found your weak spot. Sebastian nipped, sucked and licked your delicate weak spot. You tightly gripped his hair because of this pleasure he was giving you.

“S-sebastian.. what’s with the kiss?” You asked while blushing. You were a bit dumbstruck on what was going on. Sebastian pulled away and stared directly into your eyes, smirking. Crimson clashed (e/c).

“It’s called French Kissing, (name).” Your lips slightly parted as he nibbled your earlobe.

“How do you know all of this? I-i can’t believe that I’m saying this but.. you really are one hell of a good kisser.” You said while avoiding his gaze. Sebastian raised an elegant eyebrow before smirking. He lifted your chin up and gave you a light peck on the lips and forehead while wrapping his strong arms around your petite waist.

“Oh my, what can I say? I am just one hell of a butler.”

Extended Ending

You heard the three companions inside the manor talk about the word "sex". You curiously tilted your head as you asked Mey-rin what does it mean.
"Mey-rin? What in the world is sex?" Mey-rin blushed really hard not only for your innocence but also when she heard what you've just asked.
"Uhh..." You got so impatient then you decided leave the room and went outside to ask the butler instead.
"Sebastian?!" You called impatiently.
"My, my. What seems to be the problem?" His smooth voice lingered to your ears that made you shiver.
You can't avoid to blush at his presence. You timidly ask, " Do you by chance know what does sex means?"
Sebastian raised an eyebrow in amusement. He smirked and extended his hand out for you.
"Oh dear (name), it will be very hard for me to explain verbally, but if you would like to come with me, I'll show it to you with complete and satisfying amount of details."
You might want to know what kissing means. Well, Sebastian can teach you. *winks*
Kuroshitsuji belongs to Yana Toboso-sama.

While *you* belong to Sebastian Michaelis.
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Ugh, only 15% health left...!" (Name) grumbled through gritted teeth as he desperately tried to defeat the NPCs on the other side of the digital world. An exasperated sigh left the young shut-in as he successfully killed off the NPC that was, well, trying to kill him.

"It's only natural," the young neet said to himself, looking to the side where various anime figurines were perched. "It's kill or be killed."

Then again, he did feel a little bad about killing the cute, level-87, puff ball of an enemy. (Name) grudgingly had a weak spot for cute things. Of course, he'd never admit that weakness to anyone else.

Especially  his adorable swimming boyfriend.

Oh man, if Hazuki Nagisa found out about (Name)'s weakness to cuteness, he'd be done for. That demon shota would take advantage and utterly end the neet's pitiful existence.

"Well, no use mentally monologuing about it." He decided before returning his gaze to the screen,  adjusting his glasses and continuing his quest. Sometimes (Name) wondered why he played the MMORPG that included cute things instead of something like World of Warcraft or Guild Wars so he wouldn't be forced to kill cute things, but the reason he played was for the cute things.

Life is complicated

"(Name)-Chan!" The sweet voice of Nagisa rang through the empty halls of his house as the strawberry blonde ran towards his boyfriend's room.

(Name) shrieked in horror as the big ball of excitement carefully tackled him. "N-nagisa! Oh God, you're gonna get me killed!" The blonde merely giggled and rubbed his cheek against his boyfriend's to both shower him in affection and annoy the hell out of him.

After about a minute of frantic mouse-clicking and key-tapping, the creature was dead and (Name) could breathe a sigh of relief. "Wow, (Name)-Chan, you're really good at this game!" Nagisa cooed, watching with big magenta eyes as his boyfriend logged out, the game autosaving as he did so. "What's it called?"

"Uh..." Before (Name)  could somehow come up with a lie, Nagisa found the game box and read the
title aloud.

"'Chibi Warriors'..." Nagisa's eyes lit up somewhat mischievously. He turned the box and started to read the back. "After the chibi world's fallen into darkness from the evil god, Chibikage," he started, making (Name) scream bloody murder in embarrassment and attempt to rip the box from the blonde's grip.

"N-Nagisa! I-I swear to God, give me the box back! This is harassment!" The shut-in cried, a dark blush staining his cheeks. The shota, on the other hand, smiled evilly and narrowly avoided the (h/c) boy's attempts to end his embarrassed misery.

"Where was I... Oh! 'Thousands of chibi warriors were called to the world of Fluff Manic to dispel the evil!" Nagisa's voice jumped and bubbled in laughter as his boyfriend tickled and somewhat groped him. "(Name)-Chan, let me finish reading it!" Quickly, the blonde wiggled away and opened the closet to hide, but squeaked as an avalanche of stuffed animals came crashing down on him like huggable death.

Dramatically, (Name) fell to his knees. He just found his stash of cute stuff. Oh no. His life was ending before his eyes as Nagisa cutely poked his head out of the mountain of fluffiness, looking at (Name) while giggling not stop. "Nagisa, why..." The blonde suddenly through his head back in laughter, flopping back onto the plushies and squirming around.

"(N-name)-Chan! You like cute things?!" Nagisa howled, holding his stomach and gradually wheezing for air as laughter squeezed the air out of his lungs. "I thought you said you didn't like fluffy, squishy, cute things!" The blonde sat up abruptly and looked at his blushing boyfriend. "So that phone case... It really isn't your sister's? You're not forced to use it to protect your phone?!"

(Name) internally screamed as Nagisa deducted everything after knowing the truth. A mere squeak of confirmation was all the (h/c) boy let out, making Nagisa burst into another round of giggles. Embarrassed, (Name) suddenly blurted out something that would forever haunt him.
And ultimately strengthen their relationship.

"W-Well, it's your fault! You're the one who made me like cute things b-because you're cute, so..."

Nagisa stopped laughing abruptly, blinking his twinkling eyes. "You think I'm cute?" He chirped.

"Well, duh, I think practically everyone thinks you're cute. You're like the muscled shota," (Name) explained, turning away and puckering his lips like a fish.

"Ah, (Name)-Chan!" The shota swooned before leaping out of the fluff pile and hug-tackling the surprised shut-in. "You're so cute!"

"I-I am not cute!" He weakly defended.

"Yes you are-- if you like cute things then that makes you cute!" Nagisa cried in joy before kissing his boyfriend over and over, effectively making the other turn into a stammering mess of embarrassment. However, (Name) was actually truly touched to be called cute, but only because it was Nagisa calling him that. If someone like Rin had complimented him like that, he probably would have beat the shark-teen half to death.

Happily, (Name) kissed the shota back and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy's neck, slowly deepening the small kiss. Nagisa happily obliged and opened his mouth as (Name)'s tongue ran along his bottom lip, letting his boyfriend's tongue slip into his mouth and explore for a time.

"Hey, (Name)! I'm going to the store, do you want anythi-- Oh." (Name)'s sister, Akemi,  said as she saw the two pull apart. (Name) shrieked in embarrassment and proceeded to chuck the stuffed animals at his sister while Nagisa shrieked in laughter once more and collapsed onto the floor.

"Akemi, g-get out!" He cried desperately as he weakly threw the plushies with his feeble neet arms. The tall (h/c) woman snickered.
"You're gonna need to work out a bit if you actually wanna hit me with one of your stuffies. Anyway, do you want anything?"


"Kay. Nagisa?"

"Candy!" He chirped.

"Typical. Alright, see you in a bit," Akemi hummer before closing the bedroom door and leaving.

"That woman..." (Name) scoffed, adjusting his glasses and catching Nagisa looking at him impatiently. "What."

"Let's continue where we left off!" Nagisa cooed, flopping his arms around (Name)'s shoulders and kissing him a few more times in a playful manner.

"B-but I was gonna go game!"

"I don't care! You have your cute little boyfriend here now, don't you wanna play with me, (Name)-Chan?"

A harsh blush lit up (Name)'s face. "I guess..."

Needless to say, playing with Nagisa was a hell of a lot more entertaining than ridding the chibi world of darkness.

(Name) couldn't wait to play again.
     //Makes a dying noise.

Oh man okay so I started writing this and it was supposed to be a HaruxReader but like this haPPENED AND I HAVE NO REGRETS BWAHAHA. Anyway this one was really fun to write so I hope you enjoy ! 

I don't own anyone from Free (obvi)
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We found love...

Kirishima Ayato hated it to work under other's orders, like really, really hated it. But that was exactly what he had to do from now on.
Being a new member in the Aogiri Tree, he had to work under a man named [Last name] [Name].
He hadn't met you yet due the fact that you were currently in another ward doing some 'business' as some may would say it.
The ghoul had been doing nothing but sitting, strolling around and napping these past few days and he had had enough.
Today you should have been back since the evening but seemed to take your sweet time.


“He's always like that,” Arata,one of the members that were hanging out in the room as well said monotonies, also working under your orders, as he tried to stir up a conversation with the silently fuming Ayato. “You'll get used to it. Every new member would kill to work under his orders.”
The bluenette simply ignored the other, – and as well the invitation to play poker with them – crossed his arms as he swiftly swung his black boots covered feet on the old, nearly broken in two halves table and clicked his tongue as he heard one of the heavy metal doors of the former abandoned building falling shut, the sound of foreign footsteps resounded through the wet, cold hallways.

Probably heavy boots.

“Just don't make him angry,” a female said, shuddered and the light brown, shoulder long hair slightly standing up at some images from the last time you had gotten angry. “He's scary when he is.”

The door to the rundown room opened and you walked in, the open zip-up hoodie already hanging down half your arms, a long, purple scarf loosely snaked around your neck and was already half resting on your shoulders, a coffee in one hand and a container trapped between the other arm and your body, which content seemed to consist of human flesh; without the skin of course since that tasted disgusting.

You greeted everyone, gave a lazy smile into the round, which disappeared as you noticed Ayato, only to return as a cheeky grin to your lips again
“I have no idea who you are but welcome to the [Last name] ship”, you chuckled meekly as you simply threw the container into the new member's direction and told him to share it with the others before leaving to your own accommodation again.

Ayato growled in anger and accidentally smashed the table now finally in two with his feet while throwing food against the wall on the opposite of the room, making everyone else groan in frustration in the room.
“What?!”, he barked, silenced his 'comrades' and watched how they quietly went back to play poker – some grumbling under their breath, some heavily pissed off and others nearly pissing themselves – before standing abruptly up and leaving the room with loudly throwing the door behind him shut.

He walked after you in a fast pace, threw the door to your room open and saw how you were munching on some part of human while gazing out of the dirtied, milky glass of your window, you yourself resting on the cold windowsill.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to take out his anger on you, he heard you mumble unintelligible things until you slowly began to talk louder.

“I don't understand why bones taste so disgusting. Is it the calcium? Doesn't make any sense. Or the hard structure?”

Just know he noticed that you weren't even talking to him, only thinking out loud with your teeth softly biting down on the bone that seemed to used to be a finger, but only softly so the taste would not ruin the one that was left from the flesh.

“Do you need something, newbie?”, you asked as you titled your head back and stared at him now sucking on the tip of the fleshless finger.
The 13-year old stared at you. Stared. And stared.
He stared at you until he flushed in a bright red and spluttered words that were not understandable until he stormed over to  you.
“Y–You... You old, fucking pervert!”, he fumed and went in for a kick, which you dodged by rolling of the window sill with him smashing the already nearly broken window instead.

“I'm not old. I'm only 17, you bitchy, whiny tween.”

“Say. That. Again.”

“Bitchy, whiny–”


You both were interrupted by the female from before, who had thrown the door open and held a serious look on her face.
“Yes, what is it, Mari-chan?”, you smiled at her as you held Ayato's fist back by pushing it away with your palm and his legs with the other hand.
“Y–Yamori-san wishes to speak to you! He's sent Nee-sa– I–I mean Nico-san to inform me that I should tell you that he's waiting in his, uuh, play room for you,” she told you, being nervous at the thought of Yamori wanting to speak to you after she had found out what happened back then.
Seeing this, you freed yourself from Ayato, who stumbling angrily back, and patted her shoulder with a smile.
“No need to be worried, I'll be back soon. Please take care of this overemotional bitch over here.”

With that you left the room, not really caring if they would stay there or not and made you way to your old 'friend' Yamori.

“You made him angry, didn't you.”

“Shut up.”

Ayato hated it to take order form others, especially from a lazy ass-prick like you.

There was no way in hell he would ever listen to you.


With these thoughts, days went by with you trying to get closer to Ayato. Not in a romantic way, simply the fact that he was now one of your 'crew' as you would always put in as reason enough to get to know him.
Of course it was stupid; you lost every month men in your group, so it was unnecessary to learn all their names and habits but hey!
It was a good way to kill some free time and it wouldn't hurt you. Well, only if you would get too close to them and they'd die.
And if you wouldn't be able to dodge the boy's kicks.

So you were bored, the 13-year old Kirishima was bored and somehow after a lot of yelling and kicks by Ayato you had dragged him to one of the large meetings of the Aogiri Tree, which were actually not your cup of tea.
You would always stand there, leaning against a wall, say something if you were asked, space out and nearly fall as sleep.
Well, you needed to go there as one of the bigger numbers of the organization and since you didn't want to go alone Ayato had to suffer.

Sucked for him, you didn't care.

“Why did I have to go there with you?”, he hissed, scrunched his nose as if he was smelling something disgusting and glared into a space as he walked with fast steps in front of you while you were taking you sweet time in walking and toddled behind him.
“Because I said so, that's why”, you grinned at him with half-lidded eyes and he could basically imagine your shit-eating grin, which caused him to growl lowly.
“What are you, a dog? Maybe I should give you a nickname. Uuh, A-chan? Aya-chan? Mhm, Ai-chan–”

I'm going to kill you!”

“Hah! You're 100 years to early to even lay a finger on me.”

“You're not only an old pervert but a cocky bastard as well!”

“I told you I'm only 17!”

With the passing weeks, Ayato had noticed that you never denied the fact that you were a pervert.
And so he tried to keep his distance to you, which didn't seem to work because you simply loved to bug him.
Well, you weren't doing it on purpose, it just happened.
Maybe because it was funny that he got so easily angry over everything and that he would try to kick or insult you.
It was just too damn funny to see a 13-year old trying to pick up a fight with a taller 17-year old and it was even funnier when you are this taller 17-year old.

This boy would be your death, you swore.

Which was leading you to your current situation about teasing the Kirishima.

“Ayato... That's not how you play poker.”

“Oh, shut the hell up, Kuso[name]! Why are we even playing this useless game, it's boring as hell,” he hissed at you with narrowed eyes and gritted teeth as he threw his hand – the cards – behind him.
“To get to know each other better, duh,” Mari said as she glanced into the round, her emotions perfectly hidden behind a blank expression, the light brown bangs slightly falling over her eyes.
“I remember when you were a nervous wreck while playing poker for the first time with us, Bakari,” Arata, another member, said as he took a sip of his coffee and smirked slightly at the girl, who nearly threw her hand up in surprise.
“S–Shut up, Bakarata! T–That was a long time ago, okay?!”, she screeched loudly and glared at the her frenemy.
“Three months.”
“Be quiet, will you?!”

You chuckled quietly at the two bickering, mostly Mari hissing at the other because Arata had this hidden sarcasm that you would understand only hours after he had used it on you, and won this round.
“I don't want to play anymore! We never win when you play with us, [Name]-san!”, Nao, another boy, scowled as he smashed his cards on the table, making it shake in progress and huffed loudly.
“Nah, you all just suck at playing poker, that's all,” you said nonchalantly with a wave of the hand and grinned at the yen you had won.

Not that you would ever need it, you were all criminals after all, but money was money.

You grinned as you rose your body from the floor and dusted of your pants.
“I'm gonna head out for a bit, maybe pester some investigators or some.”
With that you were gone through the door and left your small workers behind.

“He's cheating,” Arata said as he collected the cards again and started to shuffle them.
“What?!” Mari raised her voice and smashed her fist on the table. “You kidding, right?!”
“He told me: ''It isn't cheating as long as no one notices it. Because if no one sees me, do I actually cheat?'' His words, not mine.”
“He wouldn't!”
“Oh God, Bakari, shut up. My ears hurt already from your annoying voice.”
“You did not just say that!”
“What are you, deaf?”

As the two continued to bicker, no one had noticed that Ayato had slipped out of the room, being not in the mood to listen to their bickering.
He was more interested in what you would be doing now, so he was planning on following you but-
The problem was you were already gone, very fast to be exact.
So fast and away that he wasn't able to smell you anymore.
He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he had automatically reached your room, whose door was once again open.
Having nothing better to do, he simply walked in, plopped down in your chair and planted his feet on the table, that was rarely used anyway.

He had seen you sleeping on it several times, though.
Why was another question.

He wasn't aloud to go out, according to others. Right now were preparation for taking over another ward and they weren't aloud to mess anything up.
Only the higher once were aloud to do whatever they wanted, which pissed Ayato highly off.
Ayato secretly hoped that something would happen to you, so that he would be able to take over the leading role, he had even told you that several times already but you would always brush it off with a grin.

Stupid you and your stupid, stupid grin.

You were so frustrating, so annoying and yet Ayato couldn't bring himself to hate you.
No, he really couldn't stand you but he wasn't able to talk about hate.
Of course he would always say that he despised you and you should go to hell, ripped into a thousands of pieces and what not.
And exactly the thing that he wasn't able to mean what he was actually saying was making him so angry.


He might as well could take a nap. After snooping around in your stuff of course.
Since the only place with actually enough space to hide was the desk, he didn't even need to stand up.
Opening one shelves after another, he stopped at one that looked quite interesting. He pulled out a manga, at least a thought it was one, and looked at the cover only to flush in a bright red and threw in into a corner across the room.

You were a pervert after all!

The bluenette wasn't in the mood for sleeping anymore and apparently he had been in such a long daze that he hadn't noticed that you had returned again.
“Oh, man. If you use my gay porn without asking, put it at least back so I won't notice it”, you sighed as you picked it up – it was directly to your right after you had opened the door.
“I–I didn't use it, you pervert!”, he hissed through gritted teeth with flaming cheeks and hit the surface of the table with the ball of his right foot in anger.
“Buuut you looked at it. That counts,” you grinned a lazy grin and before he could yell at you, you continued: “Look what I got for you!”

Giving you an uninterested and bored look, he crossed his arms behind his head and looked up to the ceiling, only to be greeted by a single earring right in front of his face.
“Everyone has those in my lovely ''troupe'' and now it's time that you get one as well”, you grinned as he snatched it out of your fingers and eyed it with a hard stare.
“I don't want to wear this thing.”
“Shut up, you will.”
“I won't wear this stupid earring.”
“Geez. Ayato, stop being a bitch from time to time and do what I say.”

You heard him click his tongue and you took that as a yes.
Which had not changed the fact that he had tried to hurt you as you had neared him.

Seeing that he already wore an earring on one ear, you just took the old one out and placed in the new one.
Instead of pushing you away, he sat there in a frozen stayed and felt a shudder running down his spine as the finger's tip of one of your finger brushed of the sensitive skin of his earlobe.
He wanted to push you away, to tell you that he could that on his own and that you were a sick pedo but instead he grabbed a fist full of the fabric from your shirt and pulled you down into a sloppy and  inexperienced kiss.
He clumsily and wildly moved his lips against yours, tried you fight his way part your lips but you simply chuckled lowly before leaning away from his chappy lips.

“I swear, you tweens and your crazy hormones.”

“Shut the fuck up”, he growled, tugged on your hair as he pulled you down again, accidentally smashing his teeth against yours but that was just a minor pain, nothing that could stop the hormone-driven male.

“Oh, you think that you can dominate me? Lemme show you how it's really down”, you chuckled as you planted kisses on his forehead, nose, cheeks and jawline before stopping at his collarbone.

“You cheesy, cocky basta- Ah,” he breathed out as you stared to bite down his skin and to nibble on the tender flesh here and there.
Hosting him up, you held him up by grabbing his butt while he wrapped his legs around your waist as you made your way to your bed.

With that Ayato just let himself fall.

It’s the way I’m feeling, I just can’t deny

Of course you both kept this relationship a secret. To Ayato you were still the sick, perverted pedo that he simply wouldn't admit his feelings to.

Yes, the younger Kirishima was that stubborn.

Everything was fine up to the date the Aogiri Tree had decided to start their long planned attack on another ward to claim it as their own, which would cause a high wave of new members.
That problem was that the CCG had expected you to attack there next.

You had told Ayato to split up into groups while you would go alone.
He had been yelling at you, knowing that it was to reckless to go alone but you had assured him that you would make it.
Which led us to this situation with Ayato yelling at you while you were laying on the ground; dying.
You had gotten into a fight with an investigator, normally it would've been a problem but you had gotten a special one.
He was strong, so strong that you had to flee, not wanting to die without saying a proper goodbye to Ayato.

Said boy clutched onto your shirt, which was soaked with your own blood and pressed his face against it, the nails nearly digging through the material.
He hadn't cried as their mother died.
He hadn't really cried as their father died.
And now he tried his hardest to fight the tears that were burning in his eyes.

“You're stupid, you idiot, I hate you!”, he growled, tried to hide his sadness and fleshed his teeth as he pressed his forehead against you stomach, making you whine slightly in progress.
“Hahah, Ayato. That's not how you should talk to a dying person”, you chuckled weakly and ran a hand through his wavy, unruly blue hair.
Ayato continued to curse at you at its finest before he felt how something soft and fluffy was laid across his shoulder and slightly wrapped around his neck.

“This is so fucking cliché, like what the fuck.”

Ayato couldn't help but click his tongue in habit to such annoying remarks as yours.

“I mean, actually a chick is supposed to cry over me but you work as well.”

He kicked your leg and you hissed while laughing hoarsely.

“Dude, I'm dying and you kick me? Worst boyfriend ever.”

“Shut up!”, he snapped, raised his head, the purple scarf fell on the ground due the fast motion and you were clearly able to see the teary eyes of his.
It was the first time he had ever felt so strong for someone, the first time he had actually felt for someone in a romantic way.
“How can you be so stupid when you're about to die?!”

You stared at him wide eyed before reaching down, grabbing the scarf again and wrapping it around his neck, the hands afterwards on both sides of his head, pressed against his cheeks as you pulled him down to press a soft kiss on his forehead.

“I told you, didn't I? This world is a hopeless place, you can die everyday, every minute and second. So I'm okay with it. The only thing that I don't like is that I'm going to leave you alone here.”

“I love you.”

He stared at you with wide eyes; the breathing stopped, the heart raced faster than ever.


“W–hat are you.. d–eaf? I said... I l–love you, my... whiny, bitchy tw... een.”

You brushed a few strands of his hair behind his ear, pressed another short kiss on his lips, barely brushing them, ever so slightly that Ayato thought that he just imagined it before falling limply back.

With that Ayato had lost himself.

Break down, break down, break down, break down

“Ayato-san. It's time to go. Ayato-san.”
Said male grumbled under his breath as he turned his back to the male who has been calling out for him for now at least 3 minutes.
Arata started to shake the younger male's shoulder, making him growl slightly before waking up fully.
“What is it, Kusorata?”, he asked as he still had his back to his former teammate, being now ranked higher than him and with Arata working under him as his kind of assistant.
“Nee-san said: ''You should move your fine bum and meet up as quickly as possible with me and Yamori, so we can give Anteiku a nice visit~.'' His words, not mine.”
“Fine, whatever. Tell that faggot that I'm going to be there soon.”
“Alright, I will.”

Ayato stood up and began to dress himself, after the other male had fully left the room.
He put on his heavy boots, then pulled on his jacket before putting on that earring and this one purple scarf that he had since a year ago.

He had changed. Not much but he did.
He was more ruthless but had matured at the same time.
You had been right.
This world was a mess.

So he would continue to wear this scarf along with this earring.

It was the only thing that he could see as a small glint of hope.
In this cold, merciless world.

This world; a hopeless place.
Without you; a meaningless place.

... in a hopeless place
// Kirishima Ayato x Male!Reader//

why is this so long.

it wasn't supposed to be so long.

what the frickle frackle-

and no, i'm not listening to rihanna, pls no-

ignore any mistakes, i'll correct them later bc it's late and i need to pack my suitcase for tomorrow

and prepare your anus for sasaki haise fanfiction

Thanks for reading ♥
I hope you liked it~ :iconkindsmileplz:

Picture ((Not mine)) => Pixiv ((Support this majestic person no matter what))

Song => Forever The Sickest Kids - We Found Love

Plot/ Story © Feeniecchi 

You © Yourself

Mari, Nao and Arata © Feeniecchi

Kirishima Ayato ©  Sui Ishida

Tokyo Kushu © Sui Ishida
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Full Title: Water Balloon Fights and Remembering (Italy x Male!Reader)
It was the first morning of your “week off” so to speak. All of the countries decided that it would be nice to go on vacation and America wouldn’t let anyone go anywhere but Hawaii. So here you were in Hawaii, on the first day of what will probably become the most interesting vacation of your life.  (A/N: I almost did Florida instead of Hawaii but then I realized how bad that sounded. America wouldn’t let anyone go anywhere but Florida XD I almost died of laughter. Does anyone get this? Please tell me if you do!)
“(Country name)! (M/n), wake up!” You could hear Prussia shouting through the halls.
You rolled your eyes and open your room door. “Be quiet! You’re going to wake up everyone in the hotel!” you exclaim.
“Kesesese. It’s time for a wake-up call anyway. I just happened to give them a free one.”
You sweatdrop and stand there, staring at him in his triumphant pose for a few seconds.
“How long are you going to hold that pose?” you ask exasperatedly.
“Until you stop staring at the awesome me!”
You turn away and Prussia immediately drops the pose. While he starts laughing at one of his own jokes, you realize that you are standing in the hallway in nothing but your (f/c) boxers with little (favorite cute animals) all over them. The Prussian eventually calms down enough to notice your attire and he gets riled up again instantly.
“I never knew you were a (favorite cute animal) fan, (M/n)!” The albino practically sings your name.
“Shut up!” Your face is flaming red. Whether from embarrassment or anger, even you don’t know.
This is the start of what may be the worst “birthday” ever, you think.
This proposed vacation conveniently fell on the day you became an official nation. For a human though, it was easier to call it your “birthday.” The day you became an official nation was a very proud day in your life. The time leading up to it was the hardest time of your life, but you were your own nation now; you weren’t going to let all the pain be in vain.
“Vell, I came up here to tell you to get your arse down to the front field for a game!” With that, he speeds off, presumably to wake other nations and tell them of the news.
You sigh and turn back into your hotel room to change. Should I eventry to dress up for my birthday?you think. In the end you decide on wearing whatever you feel like. It’s not like anyone remembers what today is anyway. Even Italy probably doesn’t remember, and he was the one you had to fight for your freedom. Admittedly, you couldn’t hate the bubbly italian, even after all he did to you. That was all in the past, and he was almost a new person now. You touched the scar on your neck and shivered a bit. You almost died the day you got this scar.
It had been a month since the war started, and you were breathing heavily as you ran through the battlefield. You couldn’t even see the sky through the haze of dirt and blood in the air. You pulled out your gun and shot at the enemy, flinching with every body you saw fall. You started to feel the soft patter of something wet on your skin. When you looked up, you saw that it was raining, but you couldn’t see the sky so it looked like it was raining out of the haze. Maybe it’s the tears of all the victims from this war, you muse sadly. Shaking your head to regain focus, you see a man being beaten up ahead. You rush over and rip your sword out of its sheath. You slash and stab through the mass of bodies until you reach the poor boy who couldn’t have been older than eighteen years. The second you help the boy up, he nods his thanks and dashes off with a slight limp. You don’t blame him; war isn’t a pretty thing to deal with. You hear the a gunshot that seems louder than the others and spin around.  A man comes charging up to you with a sword. You move into a battle stance and so does he. Your eye is drawn to a little curl on the right side of his head. (It’s on the right to you.)
“So you’re the personification of Italy…” you mumble.
“I am. I hear that you want your freedom,” he says.
You nod with narrowed eyes.
“Then let’s find out if you deserve it.”
He advances, but you hold your ground. In what seems like a millisecond, your swords clash. He strikes forward and you slide to the side. You and Italy seem to engage in a dance of sorts, containing graceful moves and a synchronization with each other. The encounter is short lived when a loud gunshot is suddenly heard. It narrowly misses you, but when you try to dodge it, you move straight into the point of your opponents sword. It slices a stripe on the left side of your neck and you collapse. Italy’s eyes widen and the last thing you see before you black out is the Italian’s boots coming towards your face.
~<>~<>~<>~End of Flashback~<>~<>~<>~
You found out the next day that Italy had granted your freedom and the rest is history -- literally. You still don’t know why Italy chose to give you your freedom, but you weren’t going to complain.
You had stood there reminiscing about your past for so long though that the country of your thoughts came looking for you.
“Ve~ (Country name)? Are you still-a up here?”
“Speak of the devil,” you murmur.
“Prussia told-a me that he had called-a you a while ago. Are you-a alright?” Italy asks with concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you reply.
“Ve~ Then come-a on!” The hyperactive Italian runs off without looking to see if you followed. You sweatdrop and follow at a much slower pace.
You eventually get down to the front field and are greeted with a bunch of other grumpy nations who seemed to have also been woken up by the Prussian’s “wake-up call.”
“What did you bloody gits drag me down here for?” the grumpy Englishman gripes.
The Awesome Trio gathers together and excitedly explain the game.
“We’ve gathered you dudes, and dudettes,” America adds with a shiver when Hungary whips out her frying pan, “ here today because we’re going to have...a water balloon battle!”
“You guys better bring your all because the winner gets to pick anyone and make them do whatever they want!” Denmark explains with a devious expression.
“Kesesese. That’s right.” Prussia pulls a creepy face and you sweatdrop. Hopefully neither of them win, you think.
“When you get hit by a water balloon you lose, and water balloons can be found in bins all over the field. People who have already lost will fill more balloons!” The Dane exclaims.
The Awesome Trio takes a deep breath and shouts out together, “READY? SET! GO!!”
Everyone runs of to the bins, except for you. You wait patiently until everyone is attacking each other and collect a few balloons from the ground that didn’t pop. You decide to go after Denmark and Prussia first to make sure they don’t win. (You won’t forget the creepy faces they made…) You chuck a balloon at the back of the albino’s silver-haired head and sprint away, silently snickering to yourself when he turns around, only to see empty air. You dodge your way through the water balloon armageddon and zone in on the Dane. You throw the water balloon at his back, but he suddenly jerks away and you hit England in the face instead. Your eyes widen and you run off before the furious Brit can figure out who got him. The second before you dash off though, you launch a balloon behind you and smile when hear Denmark’s surprised squawk.
In all of the chaos, only a few countries remained. China, Russia, Italy, Australia, You, and Canada (because no one can see the poor hun. ;A; ) remained. China and Russia got each other out by throwing a balloon at each other at the same time, much to the nations’ embarrassment. Canada tossed a balloon to Australia and had a little look of shock when it actually popped on him. The Australian was so confused that you wanted to laugh, but you didn’t for the poor Canadian’s sake. Canada just sighed and popped a balloon on himself.
“Why’d you do that, Mattie?” you ask.
He looks up like a deer in headlights. “You can see me?” he questions incredulously.
“Of course I can. You didn’t have to do that you know.”
While you’re talking to Canada, Italy comes up behind you and drops a balloon on your head.
“Ve~ I win!”
All of the nations look beyond surprised that Italy won.
Denmark recovers first out of the Awesome Trio, and asks, “Then who do you choose to be your uhm...companion?”
“I choose-a you!” (Subtle Pokémon reference, no?) Italy exclaims, and points at you.
“Huh?” You look around confusedly as if he could be pointing at someone else.
“I want-a (M/n) to be my-a companion!”
“Kesesese. Good choice.”
“Shut up, idiot! Don’t be creepy…” You trail off with a pout.
Italy bounces happily and drags you off to do whatever he wants. France waves you two off while lamenting about how you “grow up so fast.” You can’t help but sweatdrop.
“Ve~ Let’s-a go eat pasta first-a!”
“Sure. Not like I really have a choice anyway,” you mumble the last part.
He brings you to a nice little dining hall that has two heaping plates of pasta already set up. Wow. Either they work really fast, or Feli had this planned to whole time. Is that why Feli won? It looked like Italy had planned on winning and had everything set-up already. You won’t complain though -- his pasta is really good!
You settle down in a chair across from Italy and wait for him to happily take a bite before you dig in.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but why did you choose me?”
“Ever since I set-a you free, you never-a talk to me anymore-a. Ve~” Italy’s usually cheerful “ve~” sounds rather deflated.
Hearing it put that way, you realize that you did kind of isolate yourself from him after the war. In your defense, you were trying to rebuild your country and recover from the previous events.
You sigh. “I’m sorry, Feli. It’s just been rough for me after the war.”
“That’s-a alright.”
You get out of your seat and go around to hug the Italian. He happily reciprocates your hug.
“Ve~ I have-a another surprise to show-a you!” he exclaims, and whisks you off to another place.
In this room there are party decorations is a large cake that looks haphazardly decorated, but the text on it is unmistakable.
“Happy Birthday, (M/n)!” all of the countries jump out and shout the words written on the dessert.
Your eyes widen and you stare around at the smiling nations. Even the usually stoic countries crack little smiles at you. You can’t help the little tears that come to your eyes. “Eh?! Did I-a do something-a wrong?!” Italy panics.You don’t respond and just pull him into a tight hug.
“Thank you,” you whisper into his ear.
Italy calms down immediately and wraps his arms around you. You hear a few “Awww”s and a rosy dusting covers your cheeks.
The cute moment is broken by yours truly. “Let’s get this party started!” America shouts. Music starts blasting from who knows where and everyone starts to mingle and dance.
You chat around and figure out that the whole day was planned.
“You think you could actually hit the awesome me with a water balloon?” Prussia has a superior expression while asking this.
“This day may have been planned, but that water balloon to the face was completely uncalled for,” England gripes.
“I didn’t think I would actually get him…” Canada is still surprised he managed to get someone. (Ok, so maybe not the whole day was planned.)
“I think I got him before he got me-aru!”
“I think I got him before he got me, da?” You leave the couple to figure things out for themselves. (I couldn’t resist a little Rochu. : D)
“I’m an incredible actor! I had to be the one who pretended to be the least surprised!” Denmark boasts.
“I’m the hero! Heroes don’t lose...unless it’s for a reason like this!” America explains.
Hearing what everyone did, and endured in some cases, for you made you so happy. Italy has been contentedly clutching your arm while you go around and mingle. Eventually he pulls you out onto a balcony with bunches of (favorite flowers) everywhere.
“So, you remembered.” You can’t help but smile while saying this.
“Ve~ How could-a I forget?”
He leans forward and gives you a soft kiss on the forehead, then the cheeks, then on your eyelids. You giggle and snuggle into him and just stare at the stars. This turned out to be the best birthday ever, you think happily.
You don’t notice Japan, Hungary, and Taiwan taking pictures of you two the entire time...
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WARNING: Mild and non-explicit gore It's incredibly mild.

“All right. Sorry I have to leave on such short notice, Finny. I’ll be sure to look for you when I get back.” With that, you give him a quick hug and smile, and rush away. Finny is frozen there with a dazed expression. Sebastian glares at him, but follows you to the carriage.
Finny is such a sweet boy,you think. The carriage bumps along the rocky road (ice cream? XD) and you fly up into the air for a split second. “Eep!” You fly out of your seat and land back on your rump. Ciel somehow manages to keep himself on his seat. You pout and rub your bruised behind. Carriages hurt…
“Are you alright, (M/n)?” Ciel asks with masked concern.
“I’m fine,” you reply, wincing when the carriage hits a bump again.
Ciel’s eyebrows furrow almost imperceptibly when he hears you whimper slightly. He sighs and motions you over. “Huh? Ciel, what are you-!” You are cut off when Ciel pull you into his lap and wraps his arms around your waist. “There. Now you have a cushion of sorts.” You sit on his lap with a red face, feeling his warm breath tickle your neck. The rest of the ride passes in silence with you gazing out the window, and Ciel gazing at your face. Eventually, the silence becomes awkward for you and you try to strike up some kind of a conversation with the stoic Earl.
“Uh, Ciel? Where are we going?” you question softly.
“A crime scene. A female...escort...was found in an alleyway, dead. We have to go investigate.”
Your eyes widen and your head cocks to the side slightly. “‘Escort’?“
  “...” Ciel doesn’t respond for a little. “It means uhm, prostitute, for a lack of a better word.” Usually, ciel would have no issue with stating someone’s occupation, but you seemed so innocent and naive that he felt kind of bad; like he had tainted that innocence.
“Oh…” you say.
I was only trying to strike up some conversation...How do I always end up making everything so awkward?
While you internally berate yourself, Ciel is intently examining your conflicting facial expressions.
(M/n) is always such a facial person. Maybe he could help me express my feelings more easily...No. In a world this cruel his facial expressions will only end up hurting him. Ciel can’t help but feel that he would gladly protect you from the world’s horrors to keep seeing your expressive face.
Eventually, the bumping of the carriage slows to a gentle rocking motion, and the smooth rhythm rocks you to sleep. Your head drops onto Ciel’s shoulder and now your soft breaths tickle Ciel’s neck. Ciel’s face is a light pink, but his face betrays none of his inner turmoil.
~<>~<>~<>~With Sebastian and Jackson~<>~<>~<>~
Jackson had been controlling the reins at first, but Sebastian took over because he was able to make the ride less bumpy. (Demon powers.) The ride was a long and silent one until Jackson decided to break the silence.
“Sebastian. Would you mind if I asked you a question?”
“That would depend on the nature of the inquiry, but yes.”
“You have feelings for my master, don’t you?”
“That seemed to be more of a statement than a question.”
“Well, either way you still didn’t answer it.”
“I’m not obligated to.” Sebastian stares straight ahead at the road.
Jackson sighs. “No, you’re not. I feel like I must be aware of the goings on involving my master though.”
“You know, Lord (M/n) would probably prefer it if you called him by his first name only.”
“He does. I call him by his first name in front of him, to abide by his wishes, but I won’t dishonour him in such a way towards other people.”
“How would that be considered ‘dishonor’? Most people would be honoured to be on such intimate terms with their master.”
“Yes, I am honored, but other people would take it that he’s vulnerable for being close to his servants.” Jackson sighs again. “The Master truly is a unique soul.”
I know, Sebastian can’t help but think.
“If you do develop feelings for the Master, which I feel that you already have, take good care of him. If you don’t, I will be after you. I don’t care if you’re a demon.” Jackson stares at Sebastian’s face with an intense ferocity.
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” Sebastian responds, and turns back to look at the road.
~<>~<>~<>~Back in the carriage~<>~<>~<>~
You were sleeping peacefully on Ciel’s lap and only shifted every once in a while. Ciel was content with keeping you safe while you sleep, but it seemed he couldn’t protect you from what was plaguing you in your mind. The peaceful shifting turned into a fretful stirring and Ciel was trying to wake you up, but you wouldn’t.
~<>~<>~<>~In your dream~<>~<>~<>~
You found yourself in a grassy field filled with [favorite flower(s)]. Your sparkling (e/c) eyes were sparkling with the wonder that only a six year old could possess. You ran around, plucking flowers will you went. A lone tree stood in the distant horizon. Your little legs pumped as fast as they could, trying to reach the shade of that tree. When you finally got there, you tried to catch your breath and you leaned against the trunk of the tree.
You heard a shout of your name. It sounded very familiar…
“(M/n)!” This time the shout was distinctly closer than it was before.
A woman with shining (e/c) eyes came running up to you, followed by a man that looked like an older version of you with (different e/c) eyes. He had (choppy, spiky, long etc.), (h/c) hair and was very tall.
The woman picked you up and whirled you around happily. You smiled and giggled as you stared at her beaming face.
“Mama! Papa! You’re here!” you exclaim.
“Of course we are, (Nickname)!” she laughed.
She set you down and your father set up a little picnic for all of you. There was a little red and white checkered blanket and your favorite fruits and sandwiches were all brought in a basket.
Your stomach grumbled right as he was finishing setting up and your parents laughed warmly. Your father pulled you into his lap and you all started eating. Your mother and father spun wonderful tales of magic and mystery, tragic stories of lost love, and dramatic fantasies of good and evil. You were entranced by the vivid pictures that your mind created. You gasped, and giggled at the right moments. You sat there listening for so long that the sun that had been high in the sky earlier, was now almost about to sink below the horizon.  “Let’s go home, (Nickname),” your father said. You nod and yawn while your father picks you up. You wrap your arms around his neck and let the gentle rocking motion of his steps lull you to sleep.
~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~ Very mild gore here
When you wake up (in your dream) you are no longer in your father’s arms. Instead, you hear the shouts of your parents from their bedroom. You groggily stumble in the direction of their room. When you see what is going on, you instantly wake up.
In the room, you see a masked man fighting with your father. Your mother is in the corner, sitting with a stab wound in her stomach. You rush over to her, trying to ignore the grunts of the two, fighting men.
“Mama!” you cry.
“Sweetie, everything will be ok.” She pulls you to her. You feel tears slip by your eyes when you feel her blood seep into your clothes.
“No, Mama. Don’t leave,” you sob.
“Everything will be ok,” she repeats.
You hear a particularly loud grunt and you turn around. You see your father pinned down by the masked man, who is about to plunge a knife into your father’s chest.  “No!” you shout, and rush over.
You’re too late.
You hear the noise as your father takes his last breath.
I love you, (Full name), forever and always.
Tears stream down your face. “No! No!” You turn to face your mother and listen to her final breath.
You stay strong, (Nickname). I love you, my little angel.
The light fades from her normally vibrant eyes. When the light fades from your father’s and mother’s eyes, a little bit of light fades from your eyes as well.
The last thing you see before you are knocked out by the masked man is the bodies of the people who you love with all your heart.
~<>~<>~<>~Back in the carriage and out of your dream~<>~<>~<>~
“(M/n)! (M/n)!” Ciel is on the verge of panic now. He can see glimmering tears seeping out from underneath your eyelids, and you’re still stirring fretfully.
They arrive at their destination, but you still won’t wake up. Jackson opens the door to help you out, but sees you having a nightmare.
He hasn’t had a nightmare in a few days. I was hoping the streak would continue. Jackson’s eyes crinkle up with worry. “Hey, (M/n). It’s time to wake up,” Jackson says while gently shaking you.
Your eyes flutter open and you immediately jump into Jackson’s outstretched arms. He soothingly combs through your hair and you bury your face into his neck, taking shuddering breaths. He murmurs gentle words and Ciel and Sebastian watch with worry and mild jealousy. (Ok, maybe a little more than mild jealousy)
Jackson wasn’t that much older than you. He was twenty-two years old - only four years older. Ciel and Sebastian were acutely aware of this fact while you trembled in the butler’s arms.
Eventually you calmed down enough to apologize shakily.
“I’m sorry you had to see that. I hope you think no less of me,” you mumble.
“Don’t apologize for being human,” Ciel replies.
Wow! Ok, this turned out to be more feelsy than I anticipated...I can't write sad stuff. T^T 
This is also longer than usual, so hopefully it meets your standards. ^^

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I need to find a hat before I face Ciel though…
You were wandering around, trying to avoid everyone, and searching for your hat. You knew that Sebastian would definitely be able to show you where it was, but you were much too upset with him to ask for his help. Your stomach was grumbling from the lack of breakfast so far, but you didn’t want Ciel to know about you being a neko yet. Little did you know, Sebastian was amusedly following you around. He seems to be searching for a hat…Sebastian thought.
“He already knows.” You whirl around to face Sebastian, who has a smirk on his face.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Ciel already knows about your...predicament.”
“...And how would he be aware of this, Sebastian?” You spit out his name.
“The Young Master may have seen you leave his private bathroom the other day when he went to retire.
You groan and slap your hand to your face.(The first facepalm!)  “I might as well tell the whole world at this point.”
“I can assure you that I will not confide this information to anyone, unless provoked, and you can speak about this to the Young Master.”
You sigh. “Where would I be able to find him right now?”
“In the dining hall.”
You nod and start a brisk place down the hallway. Your tail is swishing brusquely behind you and your ears are perked up. You walk into the dining hall and see Ciel eating a slice of cake. A sweatdrop forms on your head the second you notice what he’s eating.
“That’s not the most nutritious breakfast, now is it?” you mutter.
Ciel snaps his head up from his plate and a faint pink dusting covered his cheeks. “What?”
“I came in here to ask you about how you felt about my being a neko, but I ended up seeing you eat cake for breakfast.” You suppress a snicker at the end.
“Well why don’t you get on with what you wanted to?” Ciel covers his embarrassment with slight scorn.
You nod slightly, and  stifle your snickering. “You’re not deterred to have me as your partner knowing my ‘condition?’”
“Why would I? You’ve proved yourself as more intelligent than almost all the people I know, and I seem to not be allergic to you.”
“That would be because the fur on my tail and ears doesn’t produce the allergens that causes allergic reactions in people with allergies, like you.”
Ciel nods and finishes his cake. “You should eat your breakfast as well.” At this moment, Jackson comes in with a (plate/bowl) of [fav breakfast]. Your eyes widen and you rush over to sit down so Jackson can place the (plate/bowl) in front of you. You scoop a bite into your mouth right away and your eyes close in bliss. Jackson really was the only one who could make [fav breakfast] just right. You savored each bite with your eyes closed, and your tail swayed in ecstasy. Your (plate/bowl) was empty in almost no time at all.
Ciel watches you with a slight blush and awkwardly clears his throat. Your eyes snap open, and this time it’s your turn to be embarrassed. “Ah. Sorry about that.” You refuse to meet Ciel’s eyes and stare at your lap -- flustered.  Jackson breaks the silence by clapping his hands.
“All right. Shouldn’t you two start working on the Jack the Ripper case?” Jackson chides.
Ciel nods and becomes serious. “We’ll have to go to a crime scene to examine the area.”
“When do we leave?” you ask.
“In about an hour.”
You get up from the table with a bow and excuse yourself to the gardens. The air outside was crisp and sharp.  The garden was spacious and green and you were relieved for the breath of fresh air. That was so awkward in there earlier… You sigh at the thought. Why couldn’t I say anything? You hadn’t known Ciel too long but he made you feel like you wanted to know everything about him. He had an air of aloofness and superiority over everyone. You wanted to make that air dissipate and find out how Ciel really felt. Your thoughts were interrupted by the faint noise of barking. Your ears perked towards the source of the noise and you spun around. This time you were able to move out of the way before a blur of grey was able to crash into you. “Not again, Pluto!” Pluto turns around and hurtles towards you again. You keep dodging and turning to face Pluto again and again. A boy with red clips in his hair  finally caught up and tried to stop Pluto from tackling you. He finally managed to grasp the collar on the demon dog and pull him away from you.
“Sorry about that! I don’t why he would suddenly want to tackle you like that…” the boy trailed off.
“It’s fine.”
Pluto had curled up at his feet and stared pitifully at you. Pluto gave you his best puppy dog eyes...literally. You hated dogs, but you thought that you might be able to give Pluto a chance. You cautiously approach the grey-haired dog and put your hand out near his head. He reached his head out to your hand and nudges your hand with his wet nose.
You sigh and shake your head with a smile. “It really is fine. Although, I haven’t seem to have caught your name. I feel it should only be appropriate for me to know the name of gentlemen who has helped me two times, now.”
The boy’s entire face turns the color of the clips in his hair. “M-my name is Finnian, but you can call me Finny!”
“Well, thank you for being my knight in shining armor.” You smile sweetly at him.
Finny opens his mouth to say something back, but he’s interrupted by Sebastian. “Lord (M/n), it’s time to leave for the crime scene.”
“How many times do I have to tell you to just call me by my first name?” you gripe.
“Now now, we have to get to the crime scene.”
“All right. Sorry I have to leave on such short notice, Finny. I’ll be sure to look for you when I get back.” With that, you give him a quick hug and smile, and rush away. Finny is frozen there with a dazed expression. Sebastian glares at him, but follows you to the carriage.
Sebastian is so jelly! :3
I hope you guys enjoy this! You're probably sick of hearing (reading) me apologizing for the lateness, but I really am sorry! I'm going to go way of the original plot most of the time soon. 
It's really late so I'll read over and edit tomorrow... or today, technically.
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Francis was used to late nights, nights when Gilbert, Antonio and himself would go out in the early, beautifully crimson tinged, sky; and refused to leave unless they stumbled over their own feet, stone drunk, giggling like a group of school girls by the late hours of the glistening night.
Or those warmly filled days when he'd be caressing his newest love under the summer blossoms. Whilst velvet petals, beautifully twirling with the sweet wind, he'd be placing kisses upon his love with cherry lips. Velvet petals would glide and land gracefully upon the grassy ground, letting pinks and purples pattern the park's greenery.

However, he was not used to staying awake, when glorious sleep was an option.
France's eyes flicker up to the kitchen oven, orbs casting upon his creation: A newly born carrot cake, snuggling into the scorching heat inside. His concentration fixed on his magnificent creation, his sapphires keeping a watchful eye as the top of the honey brown top begins to rise, peeking over the side of its tin.

His blue jewels spotting a glimmer of colour in the oven, a reflection on the aluminium sides: a deformed reflection of himself staring straight back at himself, as a prominent crinkle in his crisp new shirt reflects back. An ugly thing that only causes the shirt to appear old and cheap, an awkward contrast to his well kept locks of hair, tied up by a single blue ribbon.

He smiles lightly, pulling the towel that had been draping on his shoulder to scrub out the clouded stain from the handle of the oven.
It was something that had at first frightened the poor Frenchman. Finding that he no longer gave the same, intensive care towards his flawless looks, a huge contrast to how he used to be. A habit that has begun to wither, since the day he managed to ask England to be his.

However, this did not explain why the Frenchman was now strolling around his kitchen floor, wide awake. Tapping his foot in a steady rhythm, waiting for his perfect perfection to come steaming out of the oven. Why? You might ask, well Francis didn't know either.

Perhaps it was the fact that this was his sanctuary, his place of rest when he felt like he needed to get away from it all…. Or… just to run away to embrace the one he loved, letting his fingertips brush with their sandy spikes of hair letting a passionate jolt pass through his body, straight to his heart which would swell in size, warming his chest and letting his cold harsh vigorous soul slowly being nursed to rest at a warming glow of endearing flickers.

His fingers lacing through his hair, pulling through the honey locks as a fatigued sigh came rolling off his pinkish lips. His body, groaned and ached, causing him to lean onto his prized oven, whimpers coming from his muscles as they questioned the reason for this early morning, through, it was Francis's racing mind that was distracting him from his body's cries, focusing on the cake baking on the shimmering rack as the scent of cinnamon and nutmeg smothered the air.

Thoughts of his sweet little rabbit came flooding into his mind, of when he would be sat down at the Englishman's flawlessly covered oak table, a shadow covering the two nations by the shade that the sweet cider apple tree provided, a cup of the finest tea Earl Grey would always be in Arthur's left, never his right Francis had curiously noticed over the past few weeks. His fingers curling around the cup, as if protecting its relaxing properties before he would bring the brim of the cup to kiss those succulent lips, a red tinge of jealous colouring his cheeks at the thought, as he thought of his own lips on the Englishman's. How his tanned hand would slide down and hold his precious Englishman close to him, before slapping his arse. A chuckle filling the silent kitchen, a aching thought of how Arthur would blush a deep red that would trickle down, flushing his cool pale skin with a heated rosy pink, green emerald eyes that would flicker far away from his eyes, always dodging his own in a childish game of tag. Another lecture on behaviour that should be kept for the bedroom would be painfully shouted at him.

In return the Frenchman, always played his cards right, a soft smile brightening his features would follow a small sorry that would playfully come from a widened grin, before reaching to place a small peck to England's heated cheeks. A gasp coming from the Englishman's throat, be mumbling a few angry curses, only making the Frenchman love him all over again.

A sharp shrill of a timer ran in his ears, pulling him out of his loving memories and back to his tired reality, his eyes locating the sound of annoyance. His little Pierre clock, a gift, was chirping manically as the little dial had reached its end of zero. A pale hand covering the little chirping bird, stopping it before the poor thing would run out of battery, before tapping the reset on the bottom, his gloves hands pulling out his creation and setting it to a wooden surface, before twirling back and shutting the metal door, letting pure blissful silence embrace the kitchen once again.

The silence of the kitchen letting Francis's thoughts slow to a halt, as he thought about his favourite little island nation, about when he had first found out about his love for his carrot cake. It hadn't been meant, nor had France, at the time, even intended it to be for the Englishman. However, what had mattered to the French nation, was when England, Arthur had complimented his cooking, no sarcasm, no mumbled curse or hidden meaning in his words.

That was when France saw it, something that had made his heart beat just a little faster, an unexpected rush filling him full of happiness as he saw those sorrow filled eyes glisten into a silently joy, those devoid greens slowly transformed into sparkling jades. A sight that made Francis's heart feel truly complimented for his work, a silent confession that the Englishman actual enjoyed something that the Frenchman had made.
A small thankful comment was exchanged, before the Englishman quickly walked away a small blush on his cheeks at even thought of praising Francis.

And that's how it had occurred, well, not in the same fashion of course but it seemed every time France had come over to feed the little island nation in the winter months. He would walk through the Englishman's rooms, before finding him curled up on his sofa, a frown to his face as he was evidently glaring at the television screen, perhaps at the latest episode of Eastenders, unhappy that Bob married Sarah instead of Mary, something ridiculous that Francis had always had trouble keeping up. Even when he'd been sat down by the fairly excited English nation, explaining out every detail complex character, plot line and history of the show. At least, this glare at the program would stop when his forest eyes would flicker to the Frenchman, a brightening at the sight of his favourite cakes. That's what Francis had begun to adore about the Englishman in those days, that it was him and him alone who could transform that frown into a glimmering smile, making England's appearance, simply, breath-taking.

It was a sight that even Monet would struggle to find the perfect shades of paint for it, a scene that would leave Shakespeare speechless to its beauty.

And that, was perhaps why the Frenchman found himself up at this early hour, wide awake, a newly baked present in his clutches, a melting grin to his lips as his sapphires flicker to the growing piles of paperwork assigned to him by his president, often sitting the nation down and frequently lecturing him on the lack of work the blond nation had been filing through. Picking up one heavily inked page between his ivory fingertips, his eyes scan the document as it tediously dragged on and on about a topic that even Francis, was having trouble understanding. With a flick of the wrist, the paper glides into the nearest waste paper bin, after all, it would have a much better use in there.

His eyes flicker to the golden grandfather clock, standing proud in all its English differences, as it ticked efficiently always freezing abruptly if something had gone wrong, its wooden frame shading red on late evenings with embarrassment of being one tick slow. Francis softly smiled at the position of the shimmering brass hands, which irritably told him it was quarter to three, his smile growing, as the clock smiled back at him, as if encouraging him in his idea. "Les Anglais still let guests in at zree dans le matin… Non?"

A grin replacing the smile to his lips, he strides over to his golden hooks in the hallway, grabbing his keys to his little rabbit before tucking them snugly into his denim cut trousers, one arm wrapped protectively over the egg white box. One leg out of the door, he chuckles lightly as his fingers start to frantically tap on his phone screen. The door of his home, closing in a joyous glow, watching as the Frenchman swiftly drove off towards his English lover.
So this is sort of another PoV from ~Keiimiko's short story FrUK - Sleepless Dreamer... Which I would suggest for everyone to read it before you try to read my appauling work ^_^;; <3

I'm wondering where you are and what you are doing now~
are you at the other side of this blue sky...

- 'You' from Higurashi no naku koroni - English version

So here's my first written piece of work to dA... and to be honest ~Keiimiko probably knows how much I was scared to put this up.. but it is <3 I want to thank =CrimsonGaara for helping me go through my work and sort it out.. ^w^ Massive help there

And then my biggest thanks goes to *DreamlessxPassion for allowing me to use her image for this fic.... of course all the rights of the image go straight to her
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cause i know i was this was just some nice FrUK moment for me ^_^

EDIT 2/14/12 8:52 PM ::: ok i fix the typo now

EDIT 4/30/12 7:40 PM: the picture is from ep 57 or ep 5 in season 3
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Wikipedia is on the FrUk side!

Let the fan-war continue >:3
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"ALL RIGHT!!! LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!!" the american yelled, shoving a hat full of items towards a unhappy Brit "america, what is this?" he yelled over the noise of the party the american was holding. "well 7 minutes in heaven of course!!!" at that remark, the whole party went silent. "7 what?" England asked "you don't know  what 7 minutes in heaven is?" america asked. England stayed silent then answered a simple 'no' "WELL THEN!!! PULL SOMETHING OUT OF THIS HAT!!!" america practically  screamed "why do i want t-" the Brit was cut off by america "just do it Iggy!!!" he encouraged "ugh, fine" England said while pulling a rose out of the hat. america stayed silent, then got a huge smile on his face "Francy-pants, you got England" "ohonhonhonhon ok mon ami" France said as he made his way to the closet. England groaned "why do i have to get stuck with you? what do we even do?" England complained "France will explain it, every time he comes to my party's, this is his  favorite game!" England turned around when he got in the closet "his favorite game???" and with that the american closed the door and locked it in England's face England was still facing the door, he was scared to turn around and face France "oh no" was all he managed to mutter before France grabbed him, and turned him around. "FRANCE!!!! QUIT IT!!!" England yelled at the french man, who was, of course, trying to kiss the Brit, France just laughed at this "but mon ami, i want a kiss from you!" he cooed, only managing to lick England's cheek "EW FRANCE STOP!!!" he yelled again, trying to push France off, but that was  unsuccessful "mon ami, I'm going to get that kiss" he said in a voice that sounded, smooth and sexy, that could make anyone fall for him, as he pined England to a wall "F-France...s-stop" England said weakly, not sure if he wanted to get kissed by France or not France just laughed before his lips met England's. England was feeling  enchanted by this kiss, it felt as if nothing else mattered to him now, so he wrapped him arms that were now loose around France's wast. France held England close,  filling the kiss properly, but it didn't stay a kiss for long, soon France's tong was exploring every inch of his mouth, and England was enjoying every second of it, France was enjoying it just as much, and just as he was started to slip his hand down England's pants, they had to break for air. "o-o-oh m-my" England said breathlessly smiling at France "well we can do more then that" he said starting to slowly take England's pants off, but didn't even managed to slip them below his waste when america slammed open the door. "times up love birds" america said, England pushed France off and screamed "ITS NOT WHAT YOU THINK!!!". america just chuckled and exited the closet. "we can continue at home if you want" France said softly, England stayed silent for a bit then replied "sure...why not" as he exited the closet, while holding France's hand.
this is for :iconzimandchowder4evr:, i know its really short but hey, i got homework to do and stuff tell me if i got spelling mistakes please. :3
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We were young and drinking in the park
There was nowhere else to go
And you said you always had my back
Oh but how were we to know?


    It was a warm summer evening, around nine o’clock. The sun had set a few hours ago, and the night sky was now filled with more stars than there had been in a long while. Two friends sat together on a bench, each with a bottle of beer in their hands, and a large box of more bottles sitting on the ground underneath them. Both of them were drunk and crying. One of the men, a man by the name of Francis Bonnefoy, was resting his head on the other man’s shoulder. The other man was named Arthur Kirkland.

    Times were hard for both of the men. More so for Francis than for Arthur, but Arthur had his share of troubles, as well. They didn’t know where to go, or what to do. They were completely alone except for each other, and so Francis had called Arthur up and they agreed to meet in the park, and Arthur had agreed to bring some beer.

    “I don’t understand it, Arthur…” Francis whispered, his voice cracking. “I don’t understand why everyone has to leave… Everyone always leaves and it’s not fair… I loved her so much, but she left me and she took Matthew with her and I don’t have anyone anymore…” he wailed. When Francis began crying harder, so did Arthur, and the Brit pulled the Frenchman into a tight hug as they sobbed together.

    “I know it’s not fair, Francis… I know it’s not… But you’ve just got to get over it because there’s nothing you can do about it, and if she left you after all you’d done for her and she took your son with you, then she’s not worth crying over. She’s a despicable human being and you deserve so much better than her!” Arthur shouted, running his fingers through Francis’ hair.

    “But it hurts so much… I can’t stand it, Arthur, I can’t! I can’t bear to be alone like this… I just can’t…” Francis whispered. Arthur grabbed him by the shoulders and started shaking him.

    “Hey, you look at me!” Arthur shouted. Hesitantly, Francis looked up, locking his watery cerulean eyes with Arthur’s equally watery emerald green ones. “Francis, listen to me right now. No matter what happens, you will never be alone, do you understand me?”

    “How can you say that…?” Francis asked incredulously.

    “Because you’ll always have me,” Arthur answered, smiling softly. Francis smiled as well before bursting into tears once again.

That these are the days that bind you
And these little things define you



    “Black sheep!”


    “Cold-hearted jerk!”


    “Shut up!”

    “Oh, I’m sorry Francis, did I hurt your feelings?” Arthur asked sarcastically, smirking triumphantly.

    “Shut up, shut up, shut up!!” Francis shouted, his eyes watering.

    “Well, I’m only telling the truth!” Arthur declared.

    “You don’t know anything about me!” Francis spat.

    “Please, I know you better than you know yourself,” Arthur countered, rolling his eyes.

    “You. Don’t. Know. Anything,” Francis repeated, venom dripping from his voice like water from a leaky faucet.

    “Believe what you want, Frog. It won’t change the fact that I know the truth. You may believe you’re this perfect man and that you’re so much better than me, but the truth is, you are nothing! You can’t do anything on your own, but you’re selfish and conceited and arrogant and you think you own the world! No wonder your wife and son left you,” Arthur hissed. Francis’ jaw dropped.

    “Take it back,” he whispered, almost too shocked for words.

    “No,” Arthur declared firmly.

    “Take it back!” Francis shrieked.

    “I stand by everything I said,” Arthur stated, crossing his arms defiantly. Francis balled his hands into fists, his whole body shaking with anger. He wanted so bad to just tackle Arthur, beat the crap out of him and strangle him to death, but despite how angry he was with Arthur, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Despite how Arthur seemed to hate him, Francis still loved Arthur, and he always would. Instead of lashing out, Francis simply burst into a flood of tears and ran away.

All this bad blood here
Won’t you let it dry?
It’s been cold for years
Won’t you let it lie?


    It had been three years since Francis had last spoken to Arthur. In the time since their fallout, Francis’ life had taken a turn for the absolute worst. Without Arthur there to keep him in line, Francis had fallen into a deep depression. He had no other friends, and so, without Arthur by his side, there was no one to stop him from letting himself go.

    He had started smoking again, even though Arthur had stopped him from doing so a while ago. But Arthur wasn’t there anymore, so he couldn’t tell Francis to stop. Every night, he took a boxful of bottles of wine to the park, in the very same spot where Francis and Arthur had gotten drunk together all those years ago, and he drank the wine until he was so sick and drunk he passed out and slept in the park. He did this every single night without fail, no matter the consequences.

    He’d tried his best to keep going, despite how hard his life had become since he and Arthur had stopped speaking, but without Arthur, Francis realized for the first time in his life that he was really, truly alone. And because he had let himself go, he’d been fired from his job two weeks ago. He was running out of money. Soon he wouldn’t be able to pay the bills for his apartment anymore or even feed himself. He’d have to live on the streets, but there would be no way he could survive on his own for long.

    In addition to the fact that his present life was falling apart, he had found out yesterday that his past life was falling apart, as well. He’d received a call from a soft-spoken teenage boy yesterday, only to find out that it was his son Matthew. Francis had been overjoyed to the point where he had started sobbing uncontrollably as soon as Matthew had confessed his identity, but his happiness was, unfortunately, very short lived.

    Matthew had told Francis that he was in the hospital when he was making the call. He was sick and there was no way he could be cured. He only had a few hours left to live, and his final wish had been to speak with his father one more time before he fell asleep for good.

    Francis had immediately asked where Matthew was staying and declared that he was coming right over to see his precious Lily one more time, but of course, Matthew’s mother wouldn’t allow it. Francis was not allowed to know Matthew’s location. Still, Francis tried to make the best of the situation, and he talked with Matthew on the phone for three hours until finally, Matthew had fallen asleep. He had died while talking on the phone to his father.

    Now, sitting in the park once again, sipping his third bottle of wine slowly, Francis realized that he had nothing left to live for. The love of his life had stopped loving him years ago, and she would never come back. His son, who had always loved him and missed him all the years that he had lived with his mother, had died yesterday. His best friend hated him and hadn’t spoken to him in three years. He had lost his job and was about to lose his home. There was nothing worth staying alive for anymore. And so, taking the last few sips of his third bottle, Francis decided that tonight was going to be his last.

If we’re only ever looking back
We will drive ourselves insane
As the friendship goes resentment grows
We will walk our different ways


    It was a sunny afternoon at about one o’clock. There was not a cloud in the sky and the sun was beating down heavily on the city beneath it. The mail truck had just come through the neighborhood, and like always, Arthur went out to check his mailbox five minutes after the truck had left. He opened the box and took the stack of mail out of it. He flipped through them as he walked back towards his house.

    Bills… Bills… Bills… Some stupid scam… Bills… What…? Arthur stopped flipping through the mail as he came to a pink envelope that smelled strongly or roses and lilies. The handwriting on the front of the envelope looked so familiar, but Arthur couldn’t quite put his finger on who it belonged to. There was no return address.

    Arthur walked quickly back inside his house and tossed the rest of the mail on the kitchen counter. However, he kept the pink envelope and quickly sat down at the table to open it. As soon as he began reading it, a pit began to form in his stomach. Something bad was going to come from this letter. He just knew it.

    Dear Arthur,

    I know that this is sudden, since it’s been a while since we’ve last spoken to each other. Three years, two months and fourteen days, to be exact, and yes, I’ve been counting. But that’s beside the point. I’m taking a bold step here by finally gathering up all the courage to speak to you after all this time. I would’ve come to you in person, but I knew you’d never listen to me if I tried to do that, so I decided to send you a letter instead. I just needed to tell you goodbye. Today is my last day on Earth. I’m taking my own life tonight. Life is too unbearable for me anymore and I can’t stand it. I’m completely and totally alone, I’ve lost everything that I need and everything that I love, and I’ll never be able to get it back. So this is goodbye. I hope that you won’t forget me. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for everything wrong I’ve done to you, and I wanted you to know that no matter how much you despise me, I’ve always loved you, and I always will.

Au revoir,


But those are the days that bind us
And those little things define us


    Arthur stared at the letter in his hands, too shocked to do anything else. He almost couldn’t believe his eyes. After three long years, his ex-best friend had sent him a letter, and yet, there was nothing but bad news inside. This couldn’t be real. He was having a dream or something. Francis would never send him a letter after all this time, and he certainly wouldn’t send him a letter just to tell him that he was going to kill himself.

    Francis had always been so optimistic. He had always been the one who saw the glass as half-full. He could always turn something bad into something good. There was almost always a smile on his face, he could almost always laugh. Arthur had always been jealous of Francis’ optimism, since it was in Arthur’s nature to be sarcastic and pessimistic. Why was Francis suddenly giving up now?

    Arthur re-read the letter, trying to find a clue that would give him the answer.

    I would’ve come to you in person, but I knew you’d never listen to me if I tried to do that.

    I’m completely and totally alone, I’ve lost everything that I need and everything that I love.

    Arthur’s eyes began to water as he realized with horror that this was all his fault. He'd promised Francis all those years ago that he would never be alone, because he would always have Arthur. And yet, Arthur had let their friendship go sour, and hadn't spoken to his best friend, his older brother, even, for three years. Now, Francis felt that he was alone, because Arthur had broken his promise, and they were both about to pay the ultimate price.

    As quickly as was humanly possible, Arthur ran out of his house and to his car. He jammed the keys into the ignition and started the car up. He drove as quickly as he could in the direction of Francis' apartment, hoping that the Frenchman still lived there, and that he hadn't killed himself yet. Arthur wouldn't lose his best friend without another fight.

All this bad blood here
Won't you let it dry?
It's been cold for years
Won't you let it lie?


    Francis pulled a wooden chair into the center of his living room. He'd already attached a large hook to the ceiling when he had come home from drinking last night. In his right hand, he carried a medium length rope. He stepped onto the chair and threw one end of the rope over the hook. He made a noose out of the end that was hanging over the chair. Then, he jumped down from the chair and tied the other end of the rope to the leg of his coffee table, which he had pushed to the corner of the room.

    After he had finished tying the rope, Francis walked back to the chair. He stepped on top of it again and fastened the noose around his neck. He swallowed hard. So this was really it. His final moment. And he was glad.

    And Francis' last sight before he kicked the chair down and began suffocating was his front door being kicked in. The man on the other side was none other than Arthur Kirkland. The last thing Francis heard before he blacked out was the sound of Arthur's horrified scream.

And I don't wanna hear about
The bad blood anymore
I don't wanna hear you
Talk about it anymore
I don't wanna hear about
The bad blood anymore
I don't wanna hear you
Talk about it anymore


    "Francis, no!!" Arthur shrieked.

    As Francis' body hung from the ceiling, Arthur dove towards the leg of the coffee table and untied the rope. Immediately, Francis' body fell to the floor with a loud thud! Arthur ran over to him, pulled him into his lap, and removed the noose from his neck.

    "Idiot!! What did you think you were doing?? Wake up!! Wake up you stupid Frog!! You bloody maniac!! Idiot!! Get up!!" Arthur screamed, now beginning to sob, and shaking Francis violently, but to no avail. Francis wasn't breathing, and if Arthur didn't do something quickly, Francis would never breathe again.

    "Oh bloody heck..." he muttered under his breath. Then, he tilted Francis' neck up and plugged his nose. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes before pressing his lips softly against Francis' and blowing into his mouth, hoping to get some air into the Frenchman's lungs and get him breathing again. After a few tries, it finally worked.

    Francis began coughing, and finally, he was awake and breathing again. Arthur pulled away from Francis quickly and stared intently at the Frenchman as his eyes opened slowly. "Oh... Thank God... Oh thank God..." Arthur whispered, his voice shaking as tears streamed down his face and onto Francis'.

    "A-Arthur...? Wh-what... Are you doing here...?" Francis asked incredulously, still not even fully awake yet.

    "I came here to stop you from killing yourself, idiot!" Arthur shrieked. Francis looked at him incredulously.

    "Why...?" Francis asked.

    "Because you're my best friend, idiot, that's why!!" Arthur shouted.

    "But we haven't spoken... I-in three years... I thought... You hated me...?" Francis stuttered, still trying to comprehend exactly what was going on.

    "I know!! I know... A-and I'm sorry... Francis, I am so, so sorry... I'm so sorry that I broke my promise, Francis. I never should've let our friendship go, and when I got that letter you sent me, my heart shattered in two. I've missed you so much these years, but I've never been able to swallow my pride and admit it until now... But I'm here now!! Please Francis, please... Please forgive me... Please don't give up..." Arthur pleaded desperately. Francis smiled.

    "I forgive you, Arthur..." he whispered softly.

    "Thank you..." Arthur whispered back. Then, he pulled Francis into a tight hug and buried his face in Francis' neck, sobbing into it as Francis hugged him back and began to cry as well. After three long years, all the bad blood had finally dried away...

All this bad blood here
Won't you let it dry?
It's been cold for years
Won't you let it lie?
Rose: Well then o.o Bonjour, mes amis~ I have extreme feels for you today o.o Okay so like, I've been obsessed with FrIggy for like the past week. More like the past five days actually. I swear I've never been more obsessed with a BrOTP like I have been with FrIggy these days. That's all I wanna do all day XD I just wanna look at FrIggy, RP FrIggy, make FrIggy MMD pics and write FrIggy fanfics. I have like five or six FrIggy RPs going and whatnot. I was so sad when I didn't have any ideas for a fanfic ;w; but then my amazing friend flowerpower71 suggested doing a songifc for Bad Blood and immediately I was just like "ASDF IDEA OMD THIS IS TOO PERFECT OMD OMFD YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES" so I got working on it almost right away. I was working on this almost non-stop all day yesterday. Stayed up until 1:00 AM finishing it, and then I showed it to FrostOS and Blue2Yellow and killed their feels. I was legit crying while writing this I'm not even kidding. Crying waterfalls, people. FRICKEN WATERFALLS. I RUINED THIS SONG FOR MYSELF UGGGGGGH but Imma listen to it anyways because I love it so much~ Bastille = :heart: I am obsessed with Bastille now lol. I kinda think the ending is a bit shippy... And I don't ship them. I mean, I don't like yaoi (But it's okay if you do, it's just not my preference) and this was supposed to be a bromance fic... But eh. People are gonna see it how they see it so whatever :shrug: Okay so yeah. I love you guys. I'm not sorry at all for the crapstorm of feels and tears that I have sent upon thee. I am very proud of this work. Hope you enjoyed reading just as much as I enjoyed writing~ Bye~

Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
Bad Blood (c) Bastille
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MBTI Gijinka Project! Something I've embarked on a while ago because the idea was too enticing sob TmT

For people who have no idea what Myers-Briggs Type Indicator is, here's a little wikipedia link for you all ^q^ (too lazy to explain)
--> MBTI Overview

The Intellectuals are the logical, unsentimental, and super practical group. They solve problems, deal with systems, hold ideas above everything else and are analytical, independent, and complex. Dealing with people isn't really their thing, but none of them are really too bothered by that.

[I can't summarize them beautifully in their own complexity so I've left some links for you 8'D You can just google the type you're interested in and huge resources will pop up so do try that if you're free =q=]

ENTJ - The Chief
The big boss. Chunk of charisma. Plans, leads, and convinces. Then does it. Good at delegating work, with an eye for talent and people. Doesn't really take much rubbish from the people under him; and no, getting emotional doesn't help either. Some people call him a control freak. He doesn't deny it.

ENTP - The Originator
The idea man. Plans, creates, and ropes people into projects large and small. Is less concerned with finishing the projects than generating as many unconventional, innovative ones as possible. Relatively easy-going, fun-loving, funny and chatty until you convince him that you're just stupid.

INTJ - The Strategist
The tactician. Processes information and organizes them into systems that can be used and applied in real world situations in extremely short periods of time. Doesn't really have much of a concept of conventions or rules, and only really bothers with how well things work. Extremely logical and objective. Low threshold of tolerance for anything that is inefficient or doesn't make sense. Even humans.

INTP - The Engineer
The analyst. Spends most of his time playing with ideas and exploring them in such great depth it gets a little difficult to get him concerned with anything else. Very good at noticing the little details that make something work (or stop something from working) and can get very picky about minor details if he wants to. Extremely precise. Still a pretty amiable guy so long as you don't step on his feet.

OwO For people who are interested in learning their types you can do a free test here.
The trick is to not think too much and just click the answer that comes to mind first =v=; It's more accurate that way.

On a complete side note Hika's an INTJ that no one believes is an INTJ until they get close enough to regret it.
I also have a terrible bias for ENFPs.
(^-- no one cares, hika.)
Hopefully I'll get the next set up soon OuO/

done entirely on Paint Tool Sai, 10 hours

These Gijinka are created purely for self-entertainment and represent only a personal viewpoint of the various types OvO/ Please don't take me too seriously.

Summaries have been paraphrased from a multitude of websites. D: All links have been provided.

Gijinka designs @ Hika
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*lemon* girl on girl action* this is Yuri* Ok you have been warned.

"Here you go" you sat a a couple of beers on the coffee table right in front of the couch where you and Monica sat. You two had been good friends. You were one of the few countries she could stand at the world meetings. She called you early this morning saying she wanted to hang out.

"Danke. Hm looks like i won't be going home anytime soon" she stated as she turned to the window. She was right it had been snowing heavily all day and now there was at least 6 inches.

"Its ok you can stay here. I will lone you some clothes and you and me can share a bed. Although i dont know if i have any shirts that will fit these" you playfully grab her boobs .

"Stop it you are acting like Felicia"she smacked your hands away. her face was turning deep red.

You giggle and lay back on the couch. And close your eyes
"Hey Frau" she puts the beer down.
You give a hm  without opening your eyes.

Before you know it you feel something soft on your lips. you open your eyes to see her pink lips on your own. She pulled away and turned her head.

"That's what i came over here to tell you. Ich liebe dich ______" it was silent for too long she began to fear you had rejected her but with out a moments notice you captured her lips happily.

"I am so glad to hear that Monica i love you too"

She pushes you down on the couch and hovers over you.She places her lips back on your own. And she begins rubbing the Side of your hips as you moaned.  She tries to push her tongue in your mouth. No way you were going to roll over and give in. You keep your lips closed. She slid a finger in the back of you skirt and starts rubbing circles on your ass. You gasped and she took the opening. You began moaning louder. She broke the kiss then began leaving love bites from your neck to your waist.

She slowly pulled your skirt down, staring hard at your panties as if trying to destroy them with her mind.

"Oh _____ i am gonna make you scream so loud Norway will call us with a noise complaint."

She used her tongue to lick around your vagina. Oh no she is teasing you. Then she swirled her tongue around your clit causing to to tighten your grip on her short blond locks. She began moving her tongue in and out of your pussy at an animalistic sped. You grind your hips into her tongue wanting more. She sucked on my clit driving me insane.
" hmmmm"
Monica looks up at you.
"I thought a closet pervert like yourself would have more skill"
"Oh you want to crank it up a notch"
Next thing you knew you were slung over her should in with a dripping wet vagina and no panties on heading for your bedroom.

Monica kick the door open and threw on the bed using some rope she had in her pockets to type you to the headboard.

"You have been very bad liebe i have to punish you"

You watched as she got on her knees in front of you on the bed and stripped her clothing off slowly until it was just her black lace panties and a bra that was barely holding her.

She crawled over and sat on you belly careful not to crush you.
You went wide eye as she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked me seductively. She pulled her panties off and threw them to the side. She brought her fingers back down and began fingering herself. She did it until she squirted all over your stomach. She waited for a minute panting and then began grinding on your could feel her juices stick in to you. She kept picking up the pace and your womanhood was fully Wet.

You lost it she finally started playing with you breast. She rubbed her leaking womanhood on your breast.
"Please Monica"
"Please what"
"Please f-fuck me"
"What was that"
Monica placed her womanhood over your own and began to grind. She picked her animalistic speed back up. Bother your juices mixing.
Finally the knot in your stomach that had been building up exploded you came . It sent Monica over the edge she moved so that when she came she squirted in your face. Then she moved her pussy so it was in you face and you could lick it clean.

Finally tired she rolls off you and you two lay there panting. 
You feel her pull you to her body. And then you two gently fall asleep while a snow storm raged on outside
Hot and steamy
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(Contains: nudity and sexual themes)
WARNING:  This is a lemon and therefore it contains explicit sexual content.  There’s also country music XD

Please listen to this song either before you read or as you read this story:….  It really does set the tone for the story.

It was eight on a Saturday morning and you were awake.  Needless to say you were NOT happy.  So, why were you awake at eight on a Saturday?


Well, it was mainly because of the crashes and bangs of pots and pans, the sound of the radio turned all the way up, and the very loud and very off-key singing all emanating from the kitchen.

That’s right.  Your boyfriend was making breakfast.

Well, I walk into the room
Passing out hundred dollar bills
And it kills and it thrills like the horns on my Silverado grill

Irritably you slammed the door to the bedroom open and stalked across the main room of your small apartment to the kitchen.  Inside your boyfriend Alfred was busily mixing pancake batter as he danced around and sang along with the radio.  He was dressed only in a pair of ratty jeans and his cowboy boots.

And I buy the bar a double round of crown
And everybody's getting down
An' this town ain't never gonna be the same.

“Cause I saddle up my horse and I ride into the city!  I make a lot of noise cause the girls they are so pretty!  Riding up and down Broadway on my old stud Leroy, and the girls say ‘Save a horse, ride a cowboy!’  Everybody says, ‘Save a horse, ride a cow—!”

Alfred’s voice promptly died in his throat as he turned around, bowl still in hand, to grab something out of the fridge and spotted you.  “Oh!  Good morning, babe!” he called cheerily, failing to take in your crossed arms, tapping foot, and scowl.

“Not quite, Alfred,” you snapped.

Alfred jerked as though you’d slapped him, nearly dropping the bowl of half-mixed pancake batter in the process.  Hurriedly he closed the fridge and put the bowl and the carton of milk he’d grabbed on the counter.  “S-something wrong, babe?” he asked, his grin now nervous.

Well I don't give a dang about nothing
I'm singing and Bling-Blinging
While the girls are drinking
Long necks down!

“What are you doing?”

“I was making pancakes so, you know, you could have breakfast in bed.”  Alfred wasn’t very good at sensing the atmosphere, but he always caught on pretty quickly when you were pissed.  He’d gone into survival mode now, his lips taking on an adorable pout and his bright blue eyes getting that puppy dog look that had a tendency to make your resolve melt.

“Breakfast in bed?”

And I wouldn't trade ol' Leroy
or my Chevrolet for your Escalade
Or your freak parade
I'm the only John Wayne left in this town

“Yea!  Cause I love you so much!”

You sighed and rubbed a hand against your temple.  How had you ended up with him?  Alfred- your wonderful, adoring, idiotic boyfriend.  Sure, you loved him, but he could give you a headache like no other.  Well, you were stuck with him for now.  Not that that was always bad…  

“So…are you still mad at me?” Alfred asked, expression pleading.

“Yes,” you admitted, though your irritation was already fading.  It was extremely difficult to stay cross with him when he was being so sweet.  “But you’re going to have to make it up to me.”

“Ok!  How?”  Alfred asked eagerly.


And I saddle up my horse
and I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
Cause the girls
They are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway
on my old stud Leroy
And the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboy

You grinned suddenly before licking your lips and giving Alfred your best ‘come hither’ look.  “There might be one way…”

Everybody says
Save a horse, ride a cowboy

“Huh?”  Alfred cocked his head to the side, confusion on his face as he tried to figure out what you meant.  You could almost see the gears turning in his head.  You resisted the urge to slap your palm to your forehead despite how cute he was.

It was then that understanding flashed through Alfred’s eyes.  A cocky smirk turned the corners of his lips upwards and he leaned back against the counter, showing off his body in a way that wasn’t exactly subtle.  “Don’t worry.  I get ya.  And I’m up for it.  If you’re sure that you can, you know, handle me.”  He winked.

It was your turn to smirk as you cocked a hip, displaying more of your leg as the old, oversized T-shirt you were wearing slid a bit higher up your thigh.  “Oh, I think I can handle it,” you replied casually, inspecting your fingernails.  “I’ve ridden much tougher broncs than you before.”

I'm a thourough-bred
that's what she said
in the back of my truck bed
As I was gettin' buzzed on suds
Out on some back country road.

“That so?  I’m gonna have to see if I can change your mind about that then.”  Alfred’s voice had developed a Southern twang that sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine.  

Heat pooled between your legs as you glanced up at him.  He shifted, smirking wider now, and flexed.  That wheat blond hair with the stubborn cowlick and those mischievous blue eyes behind wire framed glasses.  His perfect pecks, washboard abs, chiseled arms, and just the hint of the curve of that gorgeous ass.  Delicious.  You couldn’t stop yourself from licking your lips again.

Alfred suddenly rocked forward onto his toes.  It took you a second to realize what he was about to do, but as he lunged you bolted.  “Sorry cowboy!  But you’re gonna have to catch me first!”

We were flying high
Fine as wine, having ourselves a big and rich time
And I was going just about as far as she'd let me go.

Alfred laughed and chased after you.  You darted around the small dining table and he followed.  Once, twice, three times you circled it, laughing, before racing to the couch.

You and Alfred paused on either side of it, both of you grinning like maniacs.  “You’re gonna have to do better than this, you know,” Alfred told you, his eyes shining with eagerness.

“You’re never gonna catch me!”

“Is that a challenge?”


But her evaluation
of my cowboy reputation
Had me begging for salvation
all night long

Alfred’s grin widened and he jumped over the back of the couch.  With a playful yelp you took off again, feeling Alfred’s fingers just brush your sides as you escaped.  It lit a fire beneath your skin.

Alfred was fast though and you’d barely turned around to slam the bedroom door in his face when he caught you.  Scooping you up in his muscular arms he threw you onto the bed, stopping your bounces by sliding on top of you.  “I’ve gotcha now,” he growled huskily.

So I took her out giggin frogs
Introduced her to my old bird dog
And sang her every Willie Nelson song I could think of
And we made love!

“So you did,” you replied, glancing up at him through your eyelashes.  “What’re you gonna do with me now?”

“Mmm, I can think of a few things…”  And then Alfred’s mouth was on yours.

The kiss is sloppy and eager, but you didn’t mind.  Instead you responded in kind, angling your head just right so he could deepen the kiss.  You wrestled with Alfred’s tongue as he explored your mouth before pulling away to nibble at his lips.  The intensity of it raged through your body like a wildfire and settled in the growing pool of need between your legs.

Smirking, Alfred let his hands begin to roam.  He snuck them up underneath your T-shirt and as there was nothing but your birthday suit underneath it- you’d had sex last night as well and when you went to go yell at him you didn’t want to take the time to put anything else on- he had free access to your body.

You gasped and then moaned as he fondled your breasts, pinching your nipples before rubbing circles on them with his thumbs.  You arched your back against Alfred’s body, tangling your fingers in his hair, as he left your lips to leave sloppy kisses on your neck.

“A- Alfred!” you exclaimed when you suddenly felt one of his hands against your womanhood.  He bit down on your neck and began to suck as he none too gently pushed a finger into your core and began to pump.

You rode the waves of pleasure that came from his nimble fingers for several moments, enjoying the way they teased and twisted.  But this wasn’t how you’d wanted this to go.  So you pushed him away and in his surprise you also managed to turn him onto to his back.  You jumped on him, straddling his hips.


You smirked.  “I thought I was the one who was supposed to be on top, hm?”

Alfred laughed.  “Ride it, cowgirl!” he shouted, and playfully slapped your ass.

“Alfred!” you squealed in mock anger, fighting down your own giggles.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips against his before quickly moving to his jaw and ear.  Alfred squirmed beneath you, hands on your breasts, and you had to bite back a moan at his ministrations.  You let your hands explore, tracing the outlines of the muscles on his chest and abs.  Eventually they reached the waistband of his jeans and slipped inside, teasing at the very tip of his length where it poked out from the band of his boxers.

Your touch caused Alfred to let out a throaty moan and buck his hips.  The friction his clothed member against the heat between your legs nearly undid you. Desire twisted in your gut as your breathing accelerated and you abruptly stood.    You couldn’t wait anymore.

Alfred stared up at you, baffled.  “Up,” you commanded, motioning for him to stand as well.  He obliged and you made quick work of his jeans and American flag boxers as he kicked off his boots.

You kissed him as you reached up to remove his glasses and he wrapped his arms around you.  You jumped and gasped when you felt Alfred give your ass a squeeze.  In a flash he had your T-shirt off and over your head, leaving you as naked as he was.  As punishment you pushed him back onto the bed and he grinned, pleased with himself.

His impressive length stood at full attention, more than ready for the real action and the spot between your legs throbbed with need in response.  You climbed on top of Alfred again and lowered yourself onto him, his member filling you.  You were unable to contain your sigh of pleasure as you settled.

Sparks of pleasure reverberated in your core, a promise of things to come, as you leaned forward to capture his lips in another kiss.  You wriggled your hips a little bit and the friction inside you started to build as Alfred moaned against your mouth.  Finishing the messy, heated kiss you pulled away, saliva dripping from your lips, and grinned.  “Giddy up.”

Alfred barked a laugh and bucked his hips.  The force of it lifted you up off the bed and buried him deeper inside you than you would have thought possible.  You gasped out his name in surprise, but before you knew it he’d done it again.  

The pace was fast and furious as Alfred pounded deeper and deeper into you.  You did as you’d said you would, however, riding each leap and thrust of his hips like a pro.  His hands were on your hipbones and you dug your nails into the flesh of his forearms, crying out his name over and over again as the bliss crashed through you.

It didn’t take long for the tension in your abdomen to get wound so tight that it broke.  You rode your orgasm like you did Alfred, allowing it to fill your body and mind until it was overwhelming.  You heard Alfred grunt once, twice, three times in time with his thrusts and then he sighed your name, slumping loose and relaxed beneath you.  You rolled off him, your body protesting, and nestled into his side.

“So, how’d I do?” Alfred asked, still panting slightly.

You hid your satisfied smile in his shoulder.  “It was alright.”

Alfred laughed.  “Well you’re a pretty good rider, cowgirl.”

Quite suddenly the lyrics from the song earlier popped back into your mind.  Smiling, you sang softly, “And I saddle up my horse, and I ride into the city.”

“I make a lot of noise, cause the girls they are so pretty,” Alfred echoed before pressing a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose.

Then to two of you sang together, your voices quickly getting louder and more boisterous.  “Riding up and down Broadway on my old stud Leroy, and the girls say ‘Save a horse, ride a cowboy!’  Everybody says ‘Save a horse, ride a cowboy!’”

You and Alfred both laughed.  He stood, stretched languorously, and pulled his jeans back on.  You sat up as he threw the T-shirt to you.  “So, how about that breakfast, babe?” he asked as you pulled it on.

“Sounds great.”

“Awesome.  Come on!”  Alfred headed for the doorway.

“But I can’t walk!” you whined.  Alfred looked back over his shoulder at you, eyebrows raised before breaking out into a very smug smirk.

He preened for a moment.  You pouted at him and he came back to the bed and sat down, arms held out behind him.  “I guess I can give you another ride then,” he chuckled.

You stuck your tongue out at him, but crawled over all the same.  You settled behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist.  Alfred hooked his hands under your knees and easily stood.



Alfred took off racing for the door, galloping along like he really was a horse.  “Yeehaw!” you shouted and you both laughed.

Save a horse ride a cowboy
Everybody says
Save a horse ride a cowboy.
That's right. It's a lemon AND a songfic. Why? Because I can. I DO WHAT I WANT BIATCH! :iconfliptableplz:

Ahem...But in all seriousness it just wouldn't have been the same without having the lyrics in the story as the song was an integral part of my inspiration for this. Though I didn't want it to interrupt the sexy part which is why there are no lyrics there. If you really don't like it just skip the lyrics when you read it.

I wasn't actually planning on doing another lemon for a while. But when I came up with the idea for this it just HAD to be done. I don't think it's as good as my other ones, but I really just wanted to keep it playful and fun and I think I accomplished that. Also, America needs more country music love. He is America after all.

Hetalia belongs to :iconhimaruyaplz:
'Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)' belongs to Big & Rich and Warner Brothers Records
And you belong to :iconsexyamericaplz:. If you can handle him ;)

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.....and Arthur never went shopping with him ever again.

Shut up. I know you're all guilty of resisting the urge to do this after you were too big to fit in the shopping cart!

Characters(c)Hidekaz Himaruya
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Normally I don't show off some of my graphic design stuff, but I love mystery skulls.<3
Their song Ghost is the shit!XD

A lot of text here........omg my hands hurt.;-;
I probably gonna do fanart of lewis one of these daaays~ CB<

Check out this awesome animation of this song!--->…

Do to some demand for this, I've decided to make my Type poster into a print.^_^
Thank you all so much for enjoying this piece, I'm very grateful that my hardwork paid out!
Much love to all~
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what a stud




fireless vers here
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Denny! by The-Amazing-Kay

"(Name)!!!" Mathias, your boyfriend, whined. "Hurry uuup!!"

"Just give me a second, Matt!" You said.

Mathias sighed. What was taking you so long? You had never taken this long to get ready. He decided to go check on you. He found you in the kitchen, talking to Tino. You two were laughing quietly about something and talking in hushed voices, as if it were a secret. Tino laughed a bit louder, and you shushed him, wacking him on the arm. You then both nodded, and Tino went into the living room, while you walked towards Mathias.

"What was that about?" Mathias asked, a bit too defensively.

"Nothing." You said as you walked passed him and towards the door, still smiling.
Mathias had really no idea why, but you, for some reason, planned an entire day with him. It wasn't unusual, you were boyfriend and girlfriend after all, but what usually happened was that you did things that you both liked. Today you were only doing things that he liked. He might not have noticed at all, being who he was, if he hadn't been on guard from your strange behavior this morning

He kept asking if he wanted to do things that you liked to do, but whenever you did, you would give him a confused look, and then tell him "Of course not."

He kept thinking this might have had something to do with the strange behavior this morning. What was going on? As he sat with you at a local cafe, he had a horrible thought. What if you were cheating on him with Tino? And all this was you feeling guilty, and spending a day with him to make up for it?

No. You wouldn't do that.

Would you?

As the day went on, he got more and more paranoid, and since you weren't born yesterday, you definitely noticed. You couldn't understand his weird behavior, so you just brushed it off.

Later that day, you took him to both of your favorite place. It was a cliff that overlooked some rolling hills, very cliche, very picturesque. It was where you had your first kiss, and where you two always went when you wanted to be alone.

As you were sitting on the edge of the cliff, you looked over at Mathias, who looked deep in thought.

Uh, Wait. Mathias didn't think. Ever. 

"Uh, Matt?" You asked.

"What?!" He asked, a little too suddenly.

"Is there a reason you're acting weird today?" You asked.

He pouted. "I'm not acting weird! You're acting weird!!!"

You looked at him, utterly confused. "No, I think you're the one acting weird."

He was silent for a moment, then he sighed. "(Name?)" He asked.


"A-are you cheating on me?"

Your eyes widened in shock, and your brow furrowed. "Matthias Kohler! What on Earth would make you think that?!"

Matthias sighed. "Because you were talking and giggling about something with Tino! And then the entire day doing stuff only I liked, and so maybe I thought you were cheating on me, and....yeah."

You looked at him blankly for a second before bursting into laughter.

"Wh-what's so funny?!?!" He asked.

"You- I- HAHAHA!!!"

"(Name)!!!" He complained.

You wiped away a tear from your eye. "Sorry, but first of all- Mathias, I'd never cheat on you. I have no reason to. You're the best boyfriend ever."

He smiled.

"Second of all, don't tell me you don't know what day it is?"

And the smile vanished.

"Oh crap..." He muttered, "Is it an anniversary or somethin'?"

"Nope." You said.

"Is it Christmas?" He asked.

You smiled and shook your head, enjoying your little game.

He thought harder. "Is it your birthday?"

Suddenly, you couldn't take it any longer. You burst out laughing again. "No! Matt, I can't believe you. It's your birthday!"

"What?!" He asked, shocked. Now that he thought about it, it was his birthday. How could he forget? He had been bragging about it the entire month before, but this month he had been super busy, and he guessed we must had forgotten about it.

How the heck did he forget his own birthday?!?!

Suddenly, he his back straightened. "Wait, that still doesn't answer my question."

"What question?" You asked.

"What was up with you and Finland this morning?" 

Suddenly, you smiled and stood up, taking his hand.

"Come on, I'll show you."
You arrived at the Nordic household a little while later. Mathias noticed that the lights were all off, something that rarely happened since there were five people who lived there, and there was always something going on.

You walked up the porch, still holding his hand, and opened the door. When you did, the lights turned on to reveal party decorations and a table with cake and presents. A bunch of people, including the rest of the Nordics, the BTT, Alfred, and a few of the girl countries popped out from behind hiding places, yelling "Surprise!", although some were with not much enthusiasm.

Mathias smiled. He had been expecting something when the lights were off, and he had been pretty sure it was a party, but  he was nevertheless surprised.

Almost everyone had a good time, say for some like Lukas, who found a reason to try to choke Mathias at every corner, or Berwald, who you could assume was having a good time, but you couldn't really be sure. Later, just before Lukas grabbed a hold of Mathias' tie to choke him, you stole him away to talk to him in private.

"Now do you understand what this was all about, you big goofball?" You asked, smiling.

"Yes." He said, rolling his eyes. "But I still don't want you too near Tino."

You shot him a look.

"Kidding!" He said, holding his hands up.

You rolled your eyes. "Besides," You said, your voice lowering as you leaned closer to him, "Do you really think I would have any reason to cheat on you, the King?"

He smiled. "Well, I guess not." He said, leaning closer to you.

Just as your lips were about to touch, you spun around, and began walking away.

Mathias just stood there, shocked for a moment.

"H-hey!" He called.

"Sorry, I don't give kisses to jealous boys- even kings!" You called back, smiling.

His eyes widened, and he rushed after you, narrowly avoiding people enjoying the party.

  "C-come back! I'm not jealous anymore, I swear!!!"
Ugh, I'm sorry this sucks. :sad: I'm obviously not that good at writing Denmark.
Anyways, this was a request from :icondophinskissplz: Who is AWESOME. 
Hetalia- Hidekaz Himaura
You- You
Picture- Not mine.

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Mochi cover by The-Amazing-Kay

Today was a very calm day. You were silently reading your book, enjoying the plot very much, when suddenly, someone had the nerve to ring your doorbell. Didn't they know you were too busily involved in this book? Oh, well. You sighed and got up to answer it, but there was no one there.

At first you thought it was a prank, probably played by your friends Alfred or Gilbert, but then you noticed the mail truck driving away down the street. You looked down find an ordinary sized package sitting on your welcome mat. Weird, you hadn't been expecting anything. You picked it up, and almost dropped it when it made a purring sound. You looked at where it had been sent from, and the label said it was from your friend Kira, who lived in Japan.

Still nervous after the purring sound, you carried it carefully set it down on the counter. You then went over to the cabinet and pulled out a rusty old pipe, just in case whatever the heck was in the box attacked you.

You pulled out a pocket knife and slowly opened the package. 

"WAH!!!" You yelled as something jumped out at you.

You swung the pipe to defend yourself, but you missed whatever it was you were trying to hit. You whirled around, still in a fighting stance, to find- well, you weren't exactly sure.

Whatever it was, you immediately thought of how cute it seemed, but weather it was actually safe- or what it was in general, you weren't sure. It looked like a white stuffed blob, but it was moving, even breathing for that matter, so it couldn't be fake. It had round violet eyes, a slightly large nose, and a very cute smile.

The thing began hopping up and down, seeming very happy to be out of the box. It hopped over to you, and you took a step back, but all it did was rub up against your leg, which you guessed was meant to resemble a hug.

"H-hi there...little guy..." You said, reaching down and petting the thing on the head. This only pleased it more, and it let out a happy squeak you had never heard from any other animal before.

You walked over to the box, wondering if there was anything else in it. There was, a note. You quickly picked it up and began reading.

Dear (Name)-san,
I bet you're probably wondering what the thing that most likely popped out of this box is. Well, don't worry, I promise, it won't hurt you.

The thing is called a Mochi, which if you're wondering, yes, is a Japanese food. The thing is, this creature is a sort of live version. They are very rare, so please take very good care of him. I'm giving him to you because I know you have been lonely, since I moved to Japan.

You may name him whatever you want. He is very friendly, as long as you don't make him angry, and will eat almost anything, as long as you give him vodka to go with it.

I hope you like him, and if you have any trouble with him, or you don't want him, you can send him back.

Sincerely, Kira Honda

You smiled. Even though you wouldn't admit it, you had been quite lonely since Kira and her brother, Kiku, who had been your best friends, moved away. You looked at the Mochi again, who was now gazing intently at a map of the world you had on your wall.

Still smiling, you walked over to him and patted him on the head.

"So, you're a Mochi, huh?"

The Mochi nodded, seeming to understand you.

When you pet him on the head again, you noticed how cold he was.

"Aw, poor thing." You said, looking at him with sympathy, "You must be freezing from sitting in that cold mail truck, huh?"

He nodded again.

You stood up, and walking over to your coat rack, and pulled down a whitish/pinkish scarf. You then walked back over to the mochi and wrapped it around him.

He happily hopped up and down again before jumping into your arms, giving you a hug.

You laughed and gave him a hug back. "Now, what should we name you?"

He jumped down, then looked at the world map.

"What, the map?" You asked.

He then nodded and did something you least expected- flung himself at the wall. You expected him to bounce and go flying, or even go splat against the wall, but he just did a little backflip and landed on the floor.

"What the heck was that for?" You asked, and he did it again, hitting the same spot he did last time.

"Russia?" You asked. "You want to be named Russia?"

He jumped up and down happily, telling you that was exactly what you wanted. You laughed. 

"Okay, Russia it is."
It had been almost two weeks since you had gotten the little white Mochi you'd named Russia, and you and your friend Elizabeta absolutely adored him. He hadn't taken off the scarf had given him even once, and you constantly having to buy him Vodka, since that was all he would drink.

You took him everywhere, and he was constantly improving your mood whenever you were down. He'd make you laugh by doing little flips and jumping on your head. He also took quite a liking to the pipe you had used to protect yourself on the first day, and often chewed on it.

One day, you had a job interview to go to, and unfortunately, you couldn't take Russia-mochi with you. So you'd said goodbye as he sadly hung his little white head, and left him enough food and vodka for the rest of the day.

The job interview went well, and later when you came home, you noticed something wrong. It had been raining, and there were muddy footprints leading up to your house. You got to the porch and noticed the door was slightly ajar, and the lock was broken.

Trying not to panic, you opened the door. 

"Russia?" You called worriedly. "Wh-AH!"

Suddenly, you were slammed into a wall, and a knife was put against your throat. You tried to scream, but your captor put his hand across your mouth. 

"Shut up, or else- well, I don't think I need to say the what else, now do I?"

Surprisingly, you knew exactly what to do in this situation, since your dad had been a police officer. Your heart was pounding, and you wanted to scream bloody murder, but you knew that wouldn't help at all, and would probably get you killed, so you tried to calm down and remember the steps.

Okay, step one. Calm down. You tried to slow your heart rate, but soon found that wasn't possible. So you moved on to the next step.

Step two. Study every possible detail of your captor, so if he/she escaped, it would be easier for the police to catch them. This person was obviously a man, with violet eyes and brown hair. His hair was messy, with a little curl on the left left side of his head and a purple/black hat that matched his uniform. He smiled at you.

"Now, you are going to tell me where your money is, okay bella?" He said, immediately making you believe he was Italian.

Okay, you weren't going to get anywhere with these steps, so you just just thought screw it, and did the next best thing.

Brought your knee up and kicked him where it counts.

"Ah!" He yelled, stumbling backwards, his knife clattering to the floor.

You then pushed him, and he fell on the floor. You were about to do something, kick him again, probably, when he dove and grabbed your ankle, and bit it, causing you to cry out and fall to the floor. He then pinned you to the ground, pulled out a gun, and pointed it at your head.

Well, crap.

"Aw, how cute, you tried to fight~" He cooed, smiling evilly, "But, you see, now I'm-a going to half to kill you, and find the money myself. You could have saved us a lot more trouble if you had been a good ragazza."

You looked around desperately, trying to figure a way out of this but it was no use. You knew what he wanted- he wanted you to beg for your life, but you sure weren't going to spend the last seconds of your life kissing up to this guy.

Suddenly, a flash of white shot across the room, and the man was tackled to the ground. You shot to your feet and found your mochi, Russia sitting on top of the man, holding his pipe in his mouth, a purple aura surrounding him, making a noise that sounded like "Kolkolkolkolkolkol"

"What the-!!" The man began, but was interrupted when Russia brought his pipe down on his head, and his head lulled to the side, unconscious for the time being.

You knew you should have immediately gotten to work tying the man up, or calling the police, but the only thing you could do was scoop up your Mochi and squeeze him tightly as he squeaked in delight.

"I love you!!!"
It had only been a week or so since the attack on you and your home, but you weren't scared of someone breaking into your home anymore, mostly because Russia had become much more protective. He wouldn't let you go anywhere alone, not even the supermarket, and he was constantly by your side. Well, almost.

"Russia, wait up!!" You yelled, chasing your mochi down the path. You had decided to go to the park for a walk, but Russia decided he'd wanted to go for a run. He rounded a corner, and you followed close behind, when you suddenly slammed into someone and fell on your butt.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sunflower! I didn't see you there."

You looked up to see a tall man with white hair and violet eyes. He wore a long coat and a scarf similar to the one Russia was wearing. He stood up straight and spoke with a Russian accent.

"You are okay, Da?" He asked, holding his hand out to you.

You took it gratefully. "Y-yes, I'm fine, thank you."

"Ah, that is good to hear." He said, smiling at you. "Now, tell me, why were you running?"

You perked up, suddenly remembering what you were doing. "Oh, I was chasing after my...." You began, but when you looked behind the man, you saw Russia, jumping up and down with another Mochi, only this one was obviously a girl, with (e/c) eyes and a (Fav. Color) bow in her (H/c) hair.

The man noticed you looking behind him and glanced back as well. "Oh, is that your Mochi? It seems yours has taken a liking to mine~"

"Th-that's your mochi?" You asked.

"Oh, yes. Her name is Sunflower. What's your's?"

"Oh, his name is Russia. A weird name, I know."

He smiled."That is a great name, but I was talking about you."

"Oh." You said sheepishly, "My name is (Name)."

"A pretty name for a pretty girl." He said happily, causing you to blush like mad, "My name is Ivan. Care to walk with me?"

You smiled. "Sure." You said, and you began to walk.

"So, how did you get your Mochi?" Ivan asked.

"Oh, my friend Kira sent it to me from Japan, because I was feeling lonely after she moved." You answered. Normally, you wouldn't talk to strangers so comfortably like this, but there was something about Ivan that made you think you could trust him.

"Oh, what a coincidence." He said, the smile still not leaving his face, "My friend Kiku sent mine to me for the same reason, but I suppose I've been lonely for much longer." His tone was sad for a moment, but then immediately went back to being happy. You couldn't help thinking that it couldn't be a coincidence, since Kiku was Kira's sister, but you brushed it off.

You and Ivan walked and talked for at least two hours, until the sun went down, and their was no one left at the park. You sat down on a bench, and Ivan followed you.

"Thanks for spending the day with me Ivan." You said.

"Of course." Ivan said happily.

You shivered."Jeeze, it's getting kind of cold." You said, silently wishing you had brought a jacket.

"Hm? Oh here, sunflower." Ivan said, unwrapping part of his scarf, and putting half of it on you.

The other half was still around him, and you were blushing like crazy, but he didn't seem to care. He just sat there happily, glad to have a friend.

"Th-thanks Ivan." You said, your face red as a tomato.

"No problem, Sunflower." He said, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead, again setting your face ablaze.

You and Ivan were too busy enjoying each other's company to notice, but if anyone had happened to walk by and look under the bench you and Ivan were sitting on, they would have seen two Mochis, happily snuggling together against the cold.
Okay, first request, done! I am a dummy!
This was a request done for :iconanimegamer1223:
Oh my goodness, I love Mochis  :happybounce:

Other requests will be done soon!

I don't own Hetlia or any of the Characters, sadly.
I don't own you, either.

In case you don't know:
Kira: Fem! Japan (What I'm calling her anyways
Attacker/Robber/ Guy trying to kill you: 2p! Italy
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Ludwig was a cute sleeper.

You’d give him that.

With his peaceful expression and soft snores, he resembled a giant, huggable teddy bear; the fact that his hair was down didn’t help too much either, because it only seemed to add to the adorable look.

Nonetheless, even if he did resemble a teddy bear, he definitely wasn’t acting like one – on the contrary, it was you who was acting like a teddy bear.

“I’m so thirsty,” you whined pitifully, squirming around in Ludwig’s strong hold. “Lemme go, Luddy! Wake up! I wanna get some water!”

The German didn’t even move, earning yet another whine from you.

For ten minutes you’d been trying to escape Ludwig’s arms, yearning for a nice cup of water to quench your thirst; however, much to your chagrin, Ludwig had a bad habit of cuddling in his sleep.

Well, you wouldn’t really call it bad – if anything, you enjoyed being cuddled by the normally I’m-not-very-good-with-romantic-gestures Ludwig – but in scenarios like this, you cursed his cuddly habits.

“Ludwig, I love you and I know it’s like one in the morning, but please, wake up.”


“Ludwig, I’m going to hit you.”


“Nevermind. I’ll probably break my hand trying. Now wake up and lemme go!”


“Oh my goodness…”

A loud sigh left your lips, though it wasn’t enough to wake the German as you struggled to pry his arms off your waist. Concluding that your efforts were futile, you instead reached for his blonde strands of hair, tugging on it gently in an attempt to wake him up.


You pulled.


You pulled again, and this time, his nose twitched.

Ludwig Beilschmidt.

His body moved slightly, earning a hopeful squeak from you until it quickly got smothered. “M-Mmph!”

Having unconsciously tightened his grip on you in his sleep, Ludwig had pulled you closer, your face now squished against his chest as you exhaled a sigh of defeat.

’Oh my goodness.’

At least you were warm. Being held by Ludwig was comforting and something you loved way too much, but good heavens, why didn’t you leave a cup of water at your nightstand?

“Ludwiiiiiig!” you groaned, “I’m thirsty! Lemme goooo!”

There was actually a response this time as Ludwig buried his face into the crown of your head, taking a moment to appreciate your presence before speaking in his half-asleep state. “Hush, dummkopf…”

“Did you just call me a dummy in German!?”

You could feel his chest vibrate as Ludwig chuckled, though the sound was barely audible as a yawn quickly dominated it. “Just… go to sleep, _____...”

“Not until I get my water.”

“Water can wait, liebling… Just stay still, ja? I want you to stay here.” There was a small whine in his voice, and if you weren’t trying to negotiate with him at the moment, you would’ve filmed Ludwig while he spoke because he sounded too cute.

“But Luddy…” Wriggling around once again, you pouted when you weren’t able to break free. “C’mon!”

“Tomorrow night, just remember to leave a cup of water nearby,” Ludwig muttered before swinging a leg over you. That was enough to render you useless, the chances of escaping Ludwig now zero. “Tonight, though, stay here.”

There were a few moments of silence before you finally gave in, deciding that witnessing the cute, out-of-character and sleepy Ludwig was worth your parched state.

“Fine,” you mumbled before snuggling into Ludwig, “But you owe me.”

The German merely hummed in response before pulling you closer, his lips placing a chaste kiss atop your head before yawning.

Ich liebe dich, _____.”

“Love you too, Luddy.”
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Art trade with cassylovespink! She's a total sweetie and her writing is A+++. :love: I'd definitely recommend checking her out if you haven't already! Emoji32 

Anywho, this is my part of the art trade. It's really short and I'm so sorry if you don't like it I just really like cuddly reader inserts and I've always had headcanons of Ludwig being a really adorable and heavy sleeper who cuddles a lot and I'm rambling I am so sorry oh my gosh-- :iconuhuhuhuplz:

Nonetheless, I really hope you guys like it! :hug:

Thank you for reading, and super special thanks to cassylovespink for doing the art trade with me in the first place~! Emoji04 I feel really honored aaah


Dummkopf = Dummy
Ja = Yes
Liebling = Darling, Sweetheart
Ich liebe dich = I love you

Writing © AProudHetalian
© The original artist
© Himaruya Hidekaz
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    From the table in the house, Ludwig sat, looking over some forms from work. He'd scribble his signature occasionally, or mark something on the sheet, or shuffle them once again, but overall it was quiet and boring inside. Gentle laughter from the back-yard drew his blue eyes up, and he took in the scene before him.

    You and his older brother Gilbert sat in the green grass, chuckling together. Your smile was sweet and gentle, and so was Gilbert's. Ludwig couldn't remember the last time the albino was as happy as this.

    Gilbert had met you a couple months ago. You were a quiet person. Not necessarily shy, you just didn't speak often. But you were generous and kind, and you worked at a nice flower shop. Gilbert had been recently getting over a harsh break-up from another girl, and when he'd seen you in the shop, smiling, humming gently to yourself, and arranging a bouquet of lovely flowers, he knew he had to talk to you.

    Before you, Ludwig remembered what a mess Gilbert had made of himself. He'd go out to bars with his friends for drinks and stay out all night, he'd drink himself silly on the days when his friends couldn't go out, and he didn't take care of himself. He was drowning in his self pity after he'd been dumped.

    But then you came along.

    Ludwig liked to call you a Miracle.

    After Gilbert met you, he straightened out. He didn't go out often, and when he did, it was only for an hour or less, he cleaned up, he put the bottle down, and he became cheerful again. Or awesome, as he would put it.

    Ludwig didn't have to worry anymore.

    Because Gilbert had found you.

    Smiling to himself, he watched you pluck a small daisy from the grass, handing it to Gilbert with an adoring smile. Gilbert grinned, red eyes gazing at you lovingly while he gently took it from your grasp. You giggled, toying with a lock of your hair as he turned and searched the grass for a flower for you. He had no luck, because you sat right next to a little patch of the tiny daisies and he didn't.

    You giggled, picking another white and yellow flower and handing it to him. With a huge grin, Gilbert handed it back. You smiled wider and said something to the man, and he spoke back, and you laughed out loud. Ludwig shook his head with a small chuckle, turning back to his paperwork.

    The silence returned, and Ludwig scanned through the papers with a little smile on his face. He glanced up only to do a double take.

    In the few minute's he'd been working, the albino had somehow managed to fall asleep on your shoulder, your flower still clutched gently in his hand. Your nimble fingers brushed his unruly white hair from his forehead, and you smiled, kissing his head lightly. The blonde caught your eye and you smiled wider, waving lightly to him.

    Ludwig mouthed 'Miracle' to you with a smile, and you giggled, looking back down at your boyfriend.

    Sighing contentedly, the blonde returned to his work, not able to wipe the smile off his face.

    You two were meant to be, and he knew it.

I really love flowers, I do. moonflower Llama Emoji-05 (Flower Sparkles) [V1] 

So I like how this turned out. Sorry if it's short, but I hope you enjoy!Flower  Yay for flowers!
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((Okay so in this Ludwig is Gilbert's older brother so yeah :) enjoy))

(Name) POV

I sat in the back seat watching out the window as all the trees flew by. I I have to go to daycare...why would I want to do that when I could stay at home with my big brothers Alfie and Mathew? "Daddy! Why can't u stay at home with Alfie and Mattie?" I asked looking at my British father driving. He looked at me in the rear view mirror. "Because their at school love." He said. "Do I have to go to school?" I asked. He chuckled and nodded. "Yes poppet, at one point you need to go to school." He said. I huffed and watched as we pulled up to the daycare that I toured with my daddy last month.

My dad got me out of the car and held my hand as we walked though the doors only to be greeted by a woman with bright green eyes and pretty blonde hair who was known as Ms. Belgium. "Oh! Hello Arthur! Hello (name)! You look so pretty today! Did your daddy get you all dressed up for your first day of daycare?" She asked with a smile. I giggled and nodded. "What a good father~" she said nudging my daddy's arm. She looked back to me and smiled, "go ahead into the play room sweetie! Your father and I have paperwork to fill out." She said. I looked at my father scared. "Go on now poppet, I'll be back at 4 to pick you up. Have a good day my little bird~" he said kissing my forehead. I nodded and hugged him hesitantly before going down the hall into the playroom. I opened the door slightly and peaked my head in. Suddenly a brown haired woman stood in front of me. "Why hello! What's your name? I'm Ms. Hungary!" She said happily. I shyly looked at the ground feeling scared. "(N-name)" I said shyly. "Oh your so cute! Why don't you go play? Make some friends sweetie! Everyone's nice here I promise!" I nervously nodded as she walked away. I looked around. I saw two brothers who had a curl on their heads. One looked very happy and one looked very angry. I shied away from them. Then I looked and saw a group of three boys. One had curly brown hair and bright green eyes with fan skin, another with shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. The last one certainly caught my eye, he had white hair with cool red eyes. "Whoa..." I muttered but then looked away when he suddenly made eye contact with me. I walked the other way and instantly bumped into a girl. "I'm sorry!" She said. I looked at her, she had a pretty dress and short blond hair with a bow in it. "Oh! Hello! It's okay!" She said sweetly. I smiled. "I'm (name) I'm new." I said holding out my hand. "I'm Lilly~ would you like to be friends?" I smiled and nodded.

Lilly and I ended up playing with dolls outside, her brother Vash had joined us...kind of he just sat there mumbling about how dolls where to expensive. Suddenly I was hit on the head with a paper ball. "Hey!" I said standing but before I could see who throw it they ran off. I grabbed the paper ball and unwrapped it.

"Meet me by the building blocks during movie time."

I blushed and rolled my eyes. "What's it say (name)?" Lilly asked. "Oh...nothin. Come on! Let's swing!" She laughed and followed me along with Vash.

*time skip*

"Alright everyone! Today we are going to watch "Zhe little Mermaid" so everyone grab a juice box and find a spot!" Ms. Hungary said happily. Everyone bustled around getting a snack and a spot. She turned off the lights and started the movie. I looked around and sighed, I crawled on the floor to the building blocks in the corner. I sat there for a little sipping my juice box until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked back and saw the white haired boy. "Hallo frau!" He said with a smile. I grinned. "Hey, did you throw that paper ball at me?" I asked. He gave me a wide smile and nodded. "Why didn't you want to just give it to me?" I asked. He rolled his eyes and sat down next to me. "Vell, I have to do somezhing awesome to get your attention. Giving it to you vould have been kinda unawesome." He said. I giggled. "So...why did you want me to come over here?" I asked. I suddenly felt his hand on top of mine. "Vell...I vanted to sit vith you" he said shyly and squeezed my hand. I felt a blush creep across my face. "O-oh...okay." I replied. Gilbert sighed and let go standing up. "If you don't vant to...that's fine" he said sadly and slowly started to walk away. I panicked and reached to grab his hand again. "No! I want to!" I said with a small smile. Gilbert's eyes widened ten smiled as he sat back down, closer than he was before.  

I leaned my head on the Prussians shoulder and I felt him lean his head onto mine. I giggled watching Sebastian the crab sing "under the sea". I suddenly felt something I was not expecting. Gilbert had placed a soft but noticeable kiss on my forehead. I blushed and looked at him. He smiled. I blushed then pressed my lips to his. His eyes widened but he didn't pull away. I pulled away and looked at the ground 'that was my first kiss!! Oh my gosh' I thought. I felt his throw his arm over my shoulder. "Your awesome frau~" he said making me giggle.

*time skip*

I had spent the rest of the day with Gilbert and his two friends Francis and Antonio. They where very nice. I was playing in the sandbox with Gilbert when suddenly a large shadow came over us. We turned around and saw a blonde boy looking to be about 16 looking at us. "Gilbert come on, your leaving early." He said. "Vhat?! Nein! I'm playing vith (name)" he said glaring at the teenager. The boy sighed and picked up Gilbert tossing him over his shoulder. Francis, Antonio and I burst out laughing. "You vill see her tomorrow." The teenager said while walking away. "Frau! Call me!" Gilbert yelled before being carried back inside.

I glanced at Antonio and Francis. "You don't have to call him chica, he doesn't even have a phone. It's just one of those toy ones." I giggled at the spaniard.

*time skip*

I sat in my dad's car between my two brothers Alfred and Mathew. "Sooo how was your first day dudette?" Alfred asked. I giggled. "It was great! I met a boy! He's really cute!" My dad looked at me horrified in the mirror. "Aweeee that's so cute!!" Alfred gushed. "Did you talk to him?" Mathew asked. "Hehe...i kissed him" I giggled. My America brother fist bumped me and my Canadian brother just laughed. "YOU WHAT?!" My dad yelled. "Seems our little sister just gets right down to business!" Alfred said.

"SHE BETTER NOT!!" My father yelled causing an uproar of laughter from all three of us.
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Warning: Contains sexual themes and nudity...Gertalia...i think that's how it goes...if you don't want to read it then by all means ignore. It is only suitable for 18 and up

Germany: let's go Italy! 10 more laps around zhe track!

Italy: *pants* I cant anymore~~~ my legs have giving up on me~~ *sitting on his knees*

Germany: Fine zhen give me 50 push-ups! *he crosses his arms and stares down at Italy*

Italy: W-w-whaaat?!

Germany: jou heard me drop down and give me 50 push-ups!

Italy: *shakes head* but i dont wanna!! !

Germany:I'm not asking Italy I'm telling jou!

Italy: *shakes head faster* >~<

Germany: Now drop down and give me 50 or zhere vill be no more pasta. *he gets on the ground and joins him doing 50 one hand push-ups and switches to his other hand* Come on Italy it's not difficult.

Italy: *stops shaking my head* Yes it is! -3- i donta like push ups..

Germany: *looks at him as he continues doing his push-ups* zhen do 50 sit-ups.

Italy: N~~~ope. *looks away* hmph! -3-

Germany: *stops and gets on his feet and starts dragging Italy to his house*

Italy: *gets dragged* aaaah~~!!! Germany what are you doing!!!

Germany: Jou're going to get some special training Italy zhat jou can actually do

Italy: vee~ i dont want to do anymore training~

Germany: Oh don't vorry it's somezhing jou can handle very vell *he smirks*

Italy: ......*blushes lightly* O/////O

Germany: *reaches his house and let's go of italy and opens his door and disappears inside*

Italy: *stands up and walks in*

Germany: Zhis vay Italy *he goes upstairs and opens a door at the end of the hall and enters*

Italy: *follows*

Germany: *closes the door behind him with a slam and locks the door and stares at Italy*

Italy: *sweatdrops and thinks: i should have done the push ups...* *looks at germany* i-is it too late to do the 50 push ups..? ^////^'

Germany: Nein. *pushes him onto the bed* Let zhe special training begin *he smiles lustfully. he gets on top of him and kisses him hard on the mouth*

Italy: *blushes and eyes widen in shock*

Germany: *smiles through the kiss and goes underneath Italy's shirt and pinches his right nipple*

Italy: *clenches eyes and moans slightly in the kiss*

Germany: *sneaked his tongue into Italy's mouth and explored his cavern while he continued to pinch and rub his nipple*

Italy: *moans again. tries to break the kiss but failed*

Germany: *takes his tongue out of Italy's mouth a string of saliva followed and he smiled as the saliva broke. he takes off Italy's shirt and his pants, but kept him in his boxers. gets off of him and takes off his black tank top and then pins Italy's hands above his head with one hand while the other goes into his night stand and takes out a pair of handcuffs. he handcuffs italy's hands to the bed and smirks*

Italy: W-whaaa~! N-no germany~!! *struggles* >///////~///////< i dont want this~

Germany: *smirks as he touches Italy's erected member* Oh really zhen vhy are jou like zhis?

Italy: *blushes deeper* haaaah~

Germany: *kisses italy's neck and bites it softly in several places while he continued to rub italy's member through his boxers*

Italy: Haaaa~ ahh~ no~ germany...stop.ahh~!!

Germany: *he looks at Italy with his lustful, loving eyes* Jou vant it don't jou *his hand goes into Italy's boxers and lightly pulls on his member and strokes it*

Italy: *moves head back, moans softly as he trembles in pleasure* hah....g-germany..stop- ahh~!!

Germany: *smirks and gets excited as well* *thinks* I want to hear more from him *he takes his hand out Italy's boxers and gets off of him again so he can take off his pants and boxers. he manages to pull off Italy's boxers and stares at Italy's member* *thinks* Mein's huge. *slowly moves his fingers up Italy's member and rubs the head and traced the tip*

Italy: *opens one eye, twitching a bit* -/////o

Germany: *he pulls his finger away and strand of precum follows.looks at it and then licks it off his finger* Delicious. *he hovers over italy and kisses him on the mouth*

Italy: *kisses back*

Germany: *pulls away and kisses back down italy's neck onto his chest. he bites one nipple and licks it afterwards as an apology while his other hand continues to stroke Italy's member*

Italy: *feels his body tingling and getting very hot* haaa~ g-germany....s-stop teasing me.....

Germany: *chuckles and licks down his stomach and licks the shaft*

Italy: *his face flushes more and lets out a quick but loud moan* YAH! n-nooo~!! n-not there...!! i-its dirty..!!

Germany: *sucks on it for a few seconds and ignores italy's pleas. he licks up and down the shaft while his right hand rubs the tip and gathers precum onto it and then rubs that finger against italy's entrance*

Italy: AH!! *feels his stomach tighten* N-no... Germany.. im.. gonna.. cum...ah~...

Germany: *smiles and takes his member into his mouth and starts sucking on it while he inserts his finger into italy's ass and pumps into him*

Italy: Ahh~~!! n-no...! g-germany....!! *cums* ahhhhaaaa~~!!

Germany: *swallows his seed and takes his member out of his mouth and takes out his finger out of his ass. he licks his lips and then reaches over italy and unlocks the handcuffs. he kisses italy's wrists and peers into his glazed over honey brown eyes. he rubs his member against italy's and he moans lightly*

Italy: n-no...germany..i want a turn... *moves down to his lower half and licks his member*

Germany: Haaa~ *he clenches the sheets* Italy~ *he moans*

Italy: *continues licking for a while, then takes his member into his mouth and sucks it lightly*

Germany: Aaaah~ Italy *he touches italy's head and accidentally touches his curl*

Italy: *eyes widens and accidentally bites his member*

Germany: *hisses in pain but trembles in pleasure. he rubs italy's curl with his fingers*

Italy: *takes his member out* ah~!! G-germany...i-i want you inside me...*looks at him with lustful eyes*

Germany: *smiles and crawls down Italy's body and positioned his member against Italy's entrance* I'm gonna put it in *he pokes the entrance and slowly puts it in*

Italy: *moans loud and trembles a bit*

Germany: *he slowly goes in more and watches italy for any pained reaction*

Italy: *his eyes widen, trembles more*

Germany: *stops and kisses him hotly so he couldn't think of the pain and rubs his ass so he can get used to him*

Italy: *kisses back and wraps his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist*

Germany: *starts thrusting into him and moans into the kiss* *thinks* he's so tight...

Italy: *moans into the kiss also. thinks: hes so big..inside..*

Germany: *breaks the kiss and grabs Italy's legs and raises them a little higher and he thrusts faster into him. his moans and his pants mix together making him into a hot mess*

Italy: *moans louder* Ahh~!! G-germany..! P-pull my curl.....p-please..

Germany: *continues thrusting faster and harder and he reaches up to italy's curl and gives a good tug*

Italy: HAAAA~AHH! *he twitches and drools a bit, his body becoming hotter*

Germany: *unwraps italy's legs and arms off of him and quickly flips him over while he continues thrusting without missing a beat. he grab's italy's hips and thrusts deeper into him making him moan louder with each thrust* Italy....ha ha...i'm gonna...cum


Germany: *feels his stomach tighten and sees white spots as he continues thrusting faster, harder, and deeper into Italy* AAAAAAAAHHH~ *he moans and cums inside of him*

Italy: Ahhhh!!! haaaaaaa!! *cums also*

Germany: *collapses onto italy and breathes heavily on him as he takes out his member out*

Italy: *pants slightly*

Germany: *rolls of off him and continues to regain his breathing*

Italy: *slowly sits up*

Germany: Did...jou...enjoy...jou' *he looks at him and grabs his hand and rubs it with his thumb*

Italy: *looks at him and smiles* S-si..

Germany: *he smiles* Gott. *he gets up slowly and gives a peck on Italy's lips* Now next time... if jou don't do jour training...zhere vill be punishment.

Italy: *looks at him with shock. looks away still blushing* ...what if i want the punishment..

Germany: *smiles and licks his ear* then be prepared *he whispers*

Italy: *he smiles and blushes deeper*

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taking a <nobr>break</nobr> from posting Hetamist but i hope you enjoy this anyway. I will post them soon so don't worry.

:iconke-chan12: = :iconsexygermanyplz: :iconchibimerica123: = :iconsexyitalyplz:

ok redid some mistakes and changed a few things here and there but the plot is still the same.

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          "Come on up here darling, you're making everybody wait now." Grell waves you to the center of the room and holds out his purse for you. "Best of luck."

You feel around for a moment until something lacy touches your fingers. Lifting it from the purse you can see it's a doily, like your grandma makes. "I guess my grandma decided to play too then huh? Funny I don't see her here." You looked around the room.

Claude stood up and took the doily from your hand, placing it inside his pocket. "I'm not your grandmother. But if she can make doilies like mine, I commend her on her level of skill." He began walking to the closet with an unreadable, almost emotionless expression on his face.

"Oh dear, this doesn't seem very good, not good at all." Grell placed a hand over his mouth as he walked you to the closet. "I do hope you don't die in there. But if you do I hope it's messy. I do so love the color of blood, so vibrant." He laughed. "Anyway, you to behave now, I'll see you both in seven minutes." Grell shut the door leaving you alone, in the dark, with Claude.

You now sat in an awkward silence with Claude. He was staring off into space, or perhaps he was just deep in thought. You wondered if you should say anything to him at all, but you didn't just want to sit there for seven minutes. "Sorry I called you a grandma. I didn't mean it offensively. It's cool that you can make stuff."

He looked bored with you small talk, but nodded. "It's fine. I've been called much worse." You looked down wondering what to do. As you looked away, he  launched at you, knocking you straight on your back, a wicked grin was covering his face.

"Hey, what are you doing, I apologized already. Don't kill me." You lifted your hands to cover your face, readying yourself for an attack.

Claude sighed. "You aren't very smart are you. Do you even remember the reason why we came in the closet to begin with? It wasn't so you could apologize, it was so I could have my way with you. Now stop flinching."

"Wait, that's not why we cam in here at all. You've got this game all wrong." You tried to move from under Claude, but he held you tightly in place. He wasn't listening to a word you said. Despite your protests and best attempts to get free, he wouldn't let you go. He roughly kissed you, forcing his way into your mouth. His hands roughly tore away at your top, throwing them to the side as he worked on your bra. Now having your chest uncovered he lowered his mouth to your breasts. As he kissed you there his hands moved down to your skirt, roughly pushing it down as fast as he could. Before he got a chance, Grell opened the door.

"Mercy, what are you doing to her Claude? You ripped her clothes to shreds." Grell ran in the closet and knocked Claude off of you, taking you in his arms. "Bassy, we need something for this poor darling to wear."

Alois laughed from outside the door. "Serves you right. Being stupid enough to go in a closet with him."

"Here you are my lady." Sebastian handed you something suitable to wear. I apologize for the mishap. I'll make sure to address the issue as soon as I possibly can." He glared over at Claude.

Claude smiled wickedly. "I'd like to see you try. I quite enjoyed myself, and as you know, after I've had a taste, I can't be satiated."
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:iconcielphantomhiveplz:-Sebastian, what does the letter say?
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Made with: Prismacolor -Premier- Pens (.005,.01,.03,.05,.08,B,C)
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Heh. So this was kinda inspired just by me grabbing the mail (and being home alone ;___; ) and wondering what kinda of mail Ciel would get if he were real XP

Most likely a fan-service with Sebastian Hahaha! ^^
I must admit, i didn't really expect this to be ubber deatiled and fancy. Originally it was just going to be a regular quick-sketch comic, but hey when u buy new pens you gotta use them :P
Btw: yeah i know it says "R-A-E-P face" and i know how to spell 'Rape' im just using the durp-er-er version
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normal Kuroshitsuji 13-270 by ChronosZee

The Phantomhive Manor was experiencing an abnormally calm day. Usually something would go wrong, such as Mey-Rin clumsily breaking much more expensive china, Finnian slaughtering the gardens once more, or Baldroy attempting to pass of charcoal as an edible meal. But oddly enough, nothing. Not even any signs of men from some mafia tried to break into the manor.

That left Sebastian with nothing to really do, and one could dare to say that the demon was bored. He decided to busy himself with preparing a suitable lunch for the Phantomhive household down in the kitchen.

That is; until fifteen year old (F/n) Phantomhive entered the kitchen and walked up to him with a look of determination on her face.

Sebastian noticed her presence and a smile grew onto his face. He fully turned to face her. "Ah, My Lady, what is it you need-" Her hand had reached to grip his black tie and yanked his head down to her level before she smashed her small lips onto his.

His maroon eyes widened and for once in a few centuries, he felt a large sense of shock run throughout his being.

The lady pulled away, with her cheeks flushed and excitement showing in her (e/c) hues. She giggles and let's go of his tie. "Thank you, Sebastian!" She exclaims before turning around and quickly dashing out the door, slamming it behind her.

And with that, he's left attempting to comprehend what had just happened.

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Sebastian had dismissed the small action in the kitchen as the result of odd human teenage hormones. He sighs and continues pushing the dining cart through the halls and hopefully get it to the dining room untouched.

Finally, he had reached his destination.

He opens the door to the dining hall. "My lord, my lady? Your meal has arrived-" The dining cart was toppled to the ground, and Sebastian found himself being held against the wall by a furious Ciel Phantomhive.

The master was glaring daggers at the demon. "I don't know what the hell you're playing at, demon."

"And what is this about, young master?" Sebastian inquired, genuinely confused.

"Don't call me that!" Ciel was seething. "I would like to know why my daughter has just informed me that she has gotten pregnant from YOU!"

The master's statement played over and over again in the demon's head like a broken record. Sebastian swore that this house was making his sanity dwindle.

"My lord," he spoke calmly. "I can assure I did nothing of the sort."

Ciel's grip tightened. "How could one so easily believe you, demon?!"

"You ordered me not to tell a lie to you as a child." Sebastian replied.

The master sighed and ran a hand through his blue tinted hair. "I...can't argue with that, then..." The glare returned to his blue gaze. "I still would like to know why (F/n) would say such a thing to me."

Sebastian quickly addressed the thought at the back of his mind. One that remembered a little talk he had with the young lady all those years ago, when she was at the age of seven.

Two words rang out from the rest.

'Kissing stuff'.

The demon groaned.

Ciel raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Master," he begins. "You haven't had 'the talk' with her, haven't you?"

"I saw no reason to," Ciel explained. "Unless she were to approach me and ask about it. I didn't tell her then, but if she were to ask now..." His words faltered as his blue eyes widened. He stared at the demon. "What did you tell her?"

"Nothing graphic, my lord." Sebastian hides his disturbance with a chuckle. "I do believe she had referred to adult intimacy as a form of kissing, as well. Which reminds me, in the kitchen..."

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(F/n) was now very disappointed. After asking her mother if kissing could get one pregnant, she got the unsatisfactory answer and now felt like a balloon that had lost the helium inside.


That was the word she was looking for.

Brushing her (h/l) (h/c) strands of hair out of her face, she sighs and gets to her feet. I think I owe Sebastian an apology. A blush found it's way to dust her face. Kissing someone without their consent was...quite rude. (F/n) brushes away the imaginary dust from her dress and walks to the door, opening it to be greeted with her father's distant yelling.

"I'm going to kill you!"

This was followed by (F/n) witnessing Sebastian's blurred figure dashed passed her door-frame. She gasped. "Wait! Sebastian..!"

He reappeared a second later directly in front of her. "Yes, my lady?"

"I..." She fiddled with the hems of her dress. "I'm sorry about earlier...I don't know what I was thinking."

Sebastian kindly smiles. "Make sure such matters do not happen again. While dealing with your enraged father is quite entertaining, it may not be well on his health."

"Sebastian!" Her father rounds the corner with the cane in his clenched fist.

"You look a bit frazzled, my lord." Sebastian's mocking grin grows on his face. "Perhaps you'd like a warm cup of Earl Grey for the afternoon. You've already missed lunch."

Her father lunged for him once more, causing the butler to dash away once more down the hall with his master following him like a madman.

(F/n) is left to blink her (e/c) eyes, and sigh. "I still want some sort of explanation later, though. I don't wish for my father to have an aneurism."

With that, she closes the door behind her and slowly follows both the butler and master's tracks.
Yay! Part two is DONE! Oh my God, I am really friggin' happy how this turned out.Lee Epic Dance

Grr...I have a HUGE love/hate relationship with school.Please, F*** off!  It interferes with my writing times. AND ALL THE HOMEWORK, HOLY CRAP.

English Teacher: Hey, Chro, ya like all these articles ya gotta write reports on? Them eyebrows

School also makes me tired. Like, freaking exhausted. I'm so tired right now, it isn't even funny. BoF: Faint

*Ahem* I really hope you enjoyed part 2 of...this little thing I got going on.

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