The Skilled Art of Flirting 2: 2p!fem!reader x 2p!hetalia Warning: There’s a few curse words, inappropriate language, and some sexual innuendos.   “I’d like to hit every base with you.” Allen whispered into my ear. His hand traveled down my waist down to my hips. “No thanks.” I said sternly. I pushed him aside and walked on. Wang Zao (2p China) ran up beside me. “Ni Hao, _______! I thought I’d let you know that you’re more addicting than opium. You butt is kinda good looking too.” Zao said. “Leave me alone!” I growled. Zao backed off, but followed. “UGH!

    You watched his lips move in mute fascination, the thin, pale petals flowing over antiquated terms. You learned on the hard oak table while your chin was cupped in your palm. You vaguely understood that Sebastian was discussing that Shakespeare fellow, but you couldn't care less. All you needed to know was that gorgeous cardinal eyes were fixated on your young form, and that his blindingly handsome face looked so sexy when he concentrated.    "Miss?"    You blinked, sitting back so quickly the chair wavered. You felt like he had asked something of importance. Hot embarrassment crept up your neck as a heavily awkward silence set in.

Being part of the Donquixote Pirates automatically meant people feared you. Not that you minded, in fact, it was just good since you didn't need to bother with weaklings that were foolish enough to challenge you. Of course, being part of the crew also meant you were part of the family, which you loved. Each one of the family members were special and unique in their own way. And even if they were ruthless pirates known for having no mercy, they were such warm personalities inside the mansions walls. Yes, mansion. Doflamingo, the captain himself, was the king of Dressrosa. Using the mansion of the country as an base was an excellent idea. The

Biting the tip of your pen, you tuck your hair behind your ear trying to solve the “Daily Sudoku” in the Tokyo newspaper. A grunt is heard from your kitchen followed by the sounds of various boxes dropping to the ground. Eye twitching a bit you choose to ignore it, adjusting your legs, you pull them back from resting on the coffee table to tuck them underneath your body. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you press your pen forward to fill in an empty slot.   Rip. Crunch. Grunt. Thud. Rip. Crunch. Grunt. Thud. Are heard coming from your kitchen. A tick appears on your eyebrow as you try to concentrate on the Sudoku in front of you, on

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 an

You were greeted with the gentle, faint aroma of tea and roses once you opened the door to your English friend’s house, his spare key clutched in your hand as you peered inside. There was nothing out of the ordinary; as usual, Arthur’s house was kept in wonderful condition, with everything clean and not a speck of dust in sight. Closing the door behind you, you quickly locked it and put the key away before sighing. Arthur had called you earlier, requesting that you come over. He was bedridden at the moment, and he absolutely refused to bring over Alfred to take care of him since last time the American had tried to place a hambur

Tooru Oikawa was laying on his back on his couch, staring vacantly at the ceiling. He was thinking of a certain someone again; about the way you moved your fingers to gently soothe your neck after sitting at your desk all day, the way you laughed when you thought no one was looking that charmed him so, and most of all, the way you couldn't be bothered to put up with the showy side of him. Only a few of his closest friends saw through that façade of his, but you had been able to spot it from the start. He liked it. No. He loved that about you. True. At first, he had hated that about you. It was too much like himself. He didn't like not

♛ Author's Note: This story contains racy foreplay and implies sex. Reader is over 18. Captain Levi had been especially shitty to you recently. He usually treated you like the other soldiers, but lately, you noticed he'd been targeting you. All throughout training, he’d reprimand you for stupid reasons. It felt like he’d been watching you more carefully, and though the thought made you happy, you soon discovered this new-found attention wasn’t as great as you’d imagined. This meant he criticized every little thing you did and pointed out every mistake you made. You had just gone through the morning with a pit i

”I just want to see Heichou naked.” you announced casually, shrugging your shoulders. ”Well, what can I say. He’s hot, after all.” Mikasa’s, Sasha’s and Christa’s eyes widened and you didn’t really see why, considering that they knew how much you liked the Captain. That was what you said to your friends after Erwin told the soldiers that the spa was reserved for all of you. You’ve just come back from an expedition, and though there were several casualties, their number was not as much as usual. It was a bit cruel to say, but since none of your friends had died, you only felt relief