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hwsing · 1 year

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hi oh my god that giving head post was something else. if you’ve got the motivation to write, i’d love to see a 2p version if the characters/one with russia, germany, prussia, and romano

giving head pt. 2

warnings/notes: 18+, reader is afab and gender neutral. includes: russia (ivan braginsky), germany (ludwig beilschmidt), and s. italy (lovino vargas). as always, reblogs are appreciated. also, glad you enjoyed the last one! <3

☆ ivan braginsky

ivan can seem a bit reluctant about sexual things at times, but not out of a desire to not partake. in reality, he’s simply unused to intimacy — even if he isn’t a virgin, he can’t help but feel like he’s lacking in experience. this doesn’t get him down, though; he sees it as a learning opportunity, yeah? he’ll encourage you to be vocal about how he makes you feel, and even ask you unintentionally embarrassing questions.

he’ll look up at you from where he was between your legs, sucking on your clit and watching as you tilt your head back in pleasure; he’ll stop to ask if you like that, and he’ll chuckle softly against your cunt as you usher his face back into your cunt. he’s quite patient when it comes to this — even if it takes you nearly an hour to get off, he doesn’t mind. he’ll stay for as long as you want, really; he’s just happy to be wanted.

remember what doja said about big noses? yeah… when he tongue fucks your hole, his nose will absolutely rub against your throbbing clit, offering rough and uncoordinated stimulation to the bud. when he realizes this is happening, he’s quick to practically nuzzle into your cunt, licking up and against the walls of your pussy. he’s gonna be eating you out like a starved man, be warned — over stimulation should be expected, really… when you cling desperately to the bed and mewl about how it’s s’much, it makes him feel so proud of himself — he has to keep going, all the way until you’re twitching and crying.

☆ ludwig beilschmidt

ludwig doesn’t seem reluctant in the same way that ivan does — no, ludwig is just straight up nervous. at first, he’s practically sweating as hes lowering his face to your cunt, and he swears his mouth goes dry and he feels almost light headed while looking at your glistening folds. he is so ridiculously horny, and he feels like a stupid teenager seeing a pussy for the first time — he nearly groans against your cunt the first time he gets a taste, and it’s almost like he’s on autopilot as he wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you closer.

now, ludwig is the type that is pretty worried about how much you’re enjoying yourself, if he’s making you feel good, etc — and so, he’ll brace through his fears. more often than not, he’s gonna incorporate his hands — let him tie you up so that you’re at complete mercy to him, leaning back to spit on your cunt as he fingers you, watching the glob roll down to your tight ass. his head’s gonna come down to blow on your clit, feeling his cock twitch as you whine out, before latching his lips around your bud while he continues to finger you. your clit is going to feel nearly bruised after from how much he sucks on your clit; he gets way too into this, honestly. he gets off so much from doing this to you and hearing all your reactions, that you should’ve be surprised if he creams his pants during the act.

oh — he’s definitely curious about using toys. if you don’t own any, and he doesn’t, expect him to buy some. it doesn’t have to be anything totally out there, but he wants to at least try a strong vibrator on your clit as his tongue and fingers work on your holes (yes, plural). the thought of you tied up and unable to do anything but squirm while he makes you see stars… it keeps him up at night, he wants to soooo bad please let him. he’s just a closeted pervert.

☆ lovino vargas

this man is so good at this it’s unfunny. he really, really, really wants— no, needs to impress you. he literally has to blow your mind or else he will simply be forced to pass away. with that in mind… expect him to kiss up your leg, holding your gaze as he spreads your thighs — if you hitch, gasp, blush, or have genuinely any sort of reaction, it’s like points added to his confidence and ego. it reassures him that hey, he’s actually making you happy — and so, he’s wonderfully generous. you’ll feel his calloused hands caress and grop your thighs and ass softly as he kisses up to your cunt, before licking up your folds.

lovino has experience. he knows his way around a lovers body — he doesn’t rush things, no, he takes his time. he appreciates how you taste, the way your spine arches into his touch, the sounds of pleasure you make; his tongue will swirl around your sensitive bud that’s aching from his teasing, and he gets fight off the grin tugging at his plump lips as you whine. making you feel good makes him feel good — it’s a mutual exchange, really.

he’s not necessarily going to go out of his way to overstimulate you, but there really are times when he’ll rest his head against your thigh and look up at you pleadingly after you pulled him off your cunt by his hair. he’ll ask you for just one more — he’s gonna follow it up with some sickeningly sweet words, too, telling you all about how good you taste and how much he loves your cunt, how much he craves it — when you cave, he’s eager to get back into your cunt, greedily licking up all your juices. although, he will get horribly flustered if you praise him, and he’ll grumble about how you’re distracting him.

#my work #hetalia #aph hetalia #hetalia hc #hetalia headcanons #hetalia x reader #hetalia x you #hetalia fanfiction #russia x reader #aph russia #aph germany #germany x reader #aph romano #romano x reader

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milaisreading · 2 months

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2p Axis and 2p Allies reaction to a guy giving Valentine's Day gifts to y/n before they had a chance?

🌱🩷: Here u go! Hope it is ok, and thank you for the request!

2p!Italy🇮🇹

2p!Italy: Bella, these are for you~

Yn, while looking at the flower bouquet: Thank you! I didn't expect you to care about Valentine's Day! These are really pretty

2p!Italy: You care about this holiday and so do I. Besides, I wanted to be the first one to give you the present.

Yn:Oh... uhm...

2p!Italy:What?

Yn: Well... Actually... Sweden already gave me a present so...

2p!Italy: Really?

Yn: Yeah- WHY DID YOU TAKE YOUR KNIFE OUT?!

2p!Germany🇩🇪

Yn: Thanks for the chocolate!

2p!Germany, all proud that she likes it: Nothing to thank me for. I heard from people you like this flavor.

Yn: Yep! It's one of my favorites, actually.

2p!Germany, confused as he thought she likes this one: One of? What's your favorite? I can get you that instead.

Yn: No need! Besides, Denmark already gave me that this morning.

2p!Germany: ... What? Wait, so someone already gave you a gift?

Yn: Yeah. This morning

2p!Germany:....

Yn: Why is your gun out?

2p!Japan🇯🇵

2p!Japan:...

Yn, worried as his glare intensifies and his grip on the present tightens: Are...are you ok?

2p!Japan:Yes.

Yn: You look constipated. Was it the food you ate earlier?

2p!Japan, embarrassed as he shoves the present into her hands: Just take this stupid gift?!

Yn: Thanks... *opens to see what's inside*

2p!Japan, trying to look like he doesn't give af: And?

Yn: Oh! This is a cute figurine! It will go well with the one Korea gave me!

2p!Japan:...

2p!Japan: When did he give it to you?

Yn: This morning.

2p!Japan: Ah... so someone already gave you a gift?

Yn: Yeah- where are you going?

2p!Japan: Out for a walk.

2p!America🇺🇸

2p!America: Hey there, dollface! Happy Valentine's Day! Here is your present.

Yn, jumping in surprise as she takes it: Thank you! The bear is cute!

2p!America, swinging his arm around her shoulder: Not as cute as you.

Yn, blushing:O-oh...

2p!America: Anyway, want to go and eat something?

Yn: No, I just ate with Norway

2p!America: Excuse me? What?

Yn: He took me out to lunch as a gift.

2p!America,thinking of all the ways to kill a country: Oh... lovely...

2p!France🇫🇷

2p!France: What is that?

Yn, looking at the small cake 2p!France was pointing at: Oh! This? It's a cake Finland made me for Valentine's Day! Want to try? He made it with my favorite flavor.

2p!France while tightening his grip on a gift he got her: Oh... And you accepted the gift just like that?

Yn, confused by the question: Yeah? We always give each other gifts.

2p!France: You gave him gifts as well?!

Yn: Yeah... Are you mad?

2p!France: Yes.

Yn: O-oh... I will put it away then...

2p!France: Please do.

2p!England🇬🇧

2p!England: Poppet! I made you my special cupcakes! Try them!

Yn, nervous as she remembers what his special cupcakes might have:I am not really hungry, so...

2p!England: They don't have anything bad in them, I swear!

Yn, slowly nodding her head as she takes them: O-Ok.

2p!England: I wanted to make this present special! Do you like them?

Yn, surprised they taste like real, normal cupcakes: Yeah... they remind me of the ones Switzerland got me this morning.

2p!England: What?

Yn: Switzerland gave me some as a present this morning *continues eating*

2p!England, thinking: I will turn him into literal Swiss cheese

2p!Russia🇷🇺

Yn: Thanks for the presents, Russia... Isn't this too much? *looks at the mountain of gifts*

2p!Russia, shakes his head while patting hers: Not really. In fact, there are more I need to give you.

Yn:?!

2p!Russia: Don't worry your pretty brain about it, but... Who gave you those flowers over there? *points at the tulips*

Yn: Oh! Netherlands gave me them as a gift this morning! They smell so good- Why are you taking the vase away?

2p!Russia: They have gone bad. I will get you better ones

Yn: What?

2p!China🇨🇳

Yn, admiring the Hello kitty plushie: This is so adorable! I never saw this one!

2p!China, while having a huge grin on his face: Well, it was a special I requested for you. Happy you like it.

Yn: Thanks! You didn't have to go through so much trouble for me.

2p!China: It was more trouble at all~

Yn: It will look great with that plushie Estonia gave me this morning

2p!China:...

2p!China: Someone gave you a present already?

Yn: Yep~

2p!China: Oh... Can you do me a favor?

Yn: Sure. What is it?

2p!China: Can you sleep with your window open for tonight? And put that plushie from Estonia as close as possible to the the window

Yn:...

Yn: What?

2p!Canada🇨🇦

2p!Canada, blushing as Yn thanks him for the chocolate: It's nothing. Just a small token of appreciation.

Yn: Still! Thank you for remembering me! I didn't expect gifts from both Iceland and you, to be honest.

2p!Canada: Oh, it's nothing. I am happy you like- What do you mean by Iceland?

Yn: Him and Mr. Puffin gave me those cute Valentine's Day cards. They are so adorable~

2p!Canada, agitated while she is smiling: Aha...

An hour later...

Yn, yelling from her room: My cards are gone!!

2p!Canada as he lights up a fire: How tragic

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little-diable · 11 months

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Betrayal - Sihtric x Reader x Finan (smut)

I ain't sorry for the TLK fics I'll keep on posting, y'all just have to endure my obsession. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Set in S3E6/7, Sihtric betrays Uhtred and leaves his lovers behind, at least that's what Finan and the reader are forced to believe, till they reunite

Warnings: 18+, smut, a lot of smut lol, piv, unprotected sex, fingering, double penetration (2p in 1v), handjob, some angst, threesome

Pairing: Sihtric x fem!reader x Finan (about 2.2k words)

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Their hearts were heavy, and yet the weight resting on their souls had nothing on the pain clinging to their aching limbs. Æthelflæd's estate was filled with tired warriors, men that were stuffing their bellies full with bread and stew, choking on the ale they drowned to warm themselves.

“Are you alright?” Finan’s accent grew thicker with every word he spoke, hand placed on her trembling thigh. (Y/n) was sitting between her lovers, tired eyes focused on the stew she couldn’t stomach. Her glassy eyes found Finan’s worried ones, taking a few moments to marvel at her lover’s dirty features, wondering how he still looked so awfully handsome, even after a fight this cruel.

“I’m worried about Osferth, that’s all.” Her eyes wandered to Sihtric’s features, the warrior that had barely shared a word with them in the past hours. Something was weighing him down, forcing him to keep his mouth shut, pondering over whatever was echoing through his mind. “Sihtric?”

“Yes?” He didn’t look at her, eyes not wandering from his ale, watching his fingers move along the wooden cup. (Y/n)’s trembling hand tried to reach for his face, though forced to pull back as Uhtred sat down near Sihtric. She could barely spare the words their lord spoke her attention, though picking up that he’d leave for his brother's grave. Finan had pulled her closer, back pressed against his warm front.

Only as Finan murmured a sharp “He does not” did (y/n) snap out of her trance, realising that something was off, a fight that would soon put the love the warrior shared with her and Finan to the test. Sihtric’s spiteful words about death and those that have died along the way left her tensing, hand trying to grasp Sihtric’s, only for her lover to shake her off.

Hurt flashed through her eyes as she watched Uhtred rise to his feet, turning his back on the three of them. Finan’s hand grasped her waist, keeping her close, very well knowing that she was confused, hurt, and angered by the way her other lover was acting.

“No man who serves Uhtred can rest, not until Skade is reclaimed.” Her eyes snapped towards Uhtred’s now angry features, watching how Finan tried to stop Sihtric from talking. Everything moved all too quickly, suddenly they were all standing, growling angry words and provocative phrases, while (y/n) tried to keep them calm. Finan’s uneasy eyes couldn’t help but watch his lover fall apart, struggling to keep her tears bottled in as Sihtric once again pushed her away, all too carelessly.

“Then I will kill you.” Her air was stuck in her throat, body forcing itself past Uhtred to storm outside, heavily heaving as her body released the few bites she had forced into her system. With Finan hot on her heels, hand stroking her back, she allowed the man to guide her, teary eyes searching his, begging him to speak words that could calm her racing heart.

“We can’t let him leave, Finan, we can’t.” Finan pulled her against his chest, cradling her as if he was scared that she’d break any moment now. He didn’t speak, eyes fluttering close as every cry of hers ripped his heart to shreds.

……

Hours later (y/n) found herself pressed against Finan's naked chest, searching the distraction only he could offer. Her body was tired from the tears she had cried, the hurt swimming through her system.

"Look at me." Finan cupped her cheek, thumb stroking her trembling lower lip before he kissed her, gasping in surprise as (y/n) pulled him closer, forcing him to tower over her. "Are you sure?"

She could only nod her head, eyes squeezed shut as she felt his hand cup her heat, pushing two fingers into her tightness to prepare her for his cock. Finan's lips kissed their way down her throat, sparing her pulse point enough attention as he fucked her with his fingers, thumb rubbing her clit with just enough amount of pressure to push her out of her sadness, distracted for the upcoming hour at least.

(Y/n)'s needy gasps forced Finan to pull his hand from her cunt, bringing his arousal covered fingers to his mouth, cleaning his skin before he forced her thighs apart, positioning himself at her entrance.

"No matter what will happen, I will always be here for you, to love you. Love you just like Sihtric loves you." A cry ripped through her, hand searching his to interlace their fingers, needing to hold onto him as he pushed into her. For a few moments Finan kept still, allowing his lover to adjust, giving him enough time to wipe her tears away and to kiss her warm cheeks.

Even though (y/n) knew deep down that she'd cross paths with Sihtric again, she couldn't help but find strength in the way Finan loved her, how he cherished her, holding her close to remind her of the endless adoration he felt for her.

Finan fucked her slow at first, deep strokes that left her toes curling and her heart skipping beats, but with the first cry of his name, he began to pick up his pace, thrusts growing more ferocious. And as he loved her, in the dark room, she couldn't help but feel safe, and protected from her daunting thoughts.

……

The forest was cold, the snow-covered ground guided them further towards the Danes camp, eyes trying to focus on any movement, indicating that somebody was close. The wind stroked along their limbs, leaving them trembling and shaking, hoping that they’d eventually get the chance to warm their frozen fingers.

Ever since Sihtric had left them,(y/n) had barely spoken a word to the others, caught in her anger, in the betrayal she felt, and the fear of never crossing paths with Sihtric again. Maybe it was foolish of her, she should be used to ever changing conditions, and yet she couldn’t. Finan had tried to distract her, holding her a tad bit closer at night, murmuring sweet nothings to remind her of the love he felt for her, and yet he didn’t manage to mend her broken heart.

“Somebody’s coming.” They froze, watching a frame appear, moving closer and closer till they could make out Sihtric’s features, forcing a gasp out of (y/n). Finan had his hand clasped down on her wrist, keeping her from moving towards the man. Only as Uhtred and Sihtric shared a hug, followed by the sound of their laughter, did (y/n) snap out of her thoughts. Finan pushed past her, murmuring something about knowing of Sihtric and Uhtred’s game, but (y/n) didn’t move.

“Love,” Sihtric murmured the word, taking careful steps to move closer, only for (y/n) to shake her head, chasing the now growing distance between them before Sihtric could touch her. Her anger kept thumping through her veins, though not because she was still hurt by his betrayal, but by the way he had pushed her, by the way he had shaken her off all too easily.

“Give her some time.” Finan’s murmurs were drowned out by the heavy breaths leaving Sihtric, pained eyes watching her frame.

……

“Can we come in?” Finan’s voice broke the silence, eyes finding (y/n)’s. Her gaze flickered between Finan and Sihtric, slowly nodding her head to allow both of her lovers to enter. The silence returned within a few moments, engulfing them as Sihtric and Finan sat down on either side of her. With every passing second the silence grew more uncomfortable, a thick fog neither of them could break through.

“I am sorry, we needed your sincere reaction to make them believe our fight.” Sihtric’s whispers forced her to scoff, eyes fluttering shut to sort through her racing thoughts. Her body was longing for him, wanting to feel his hands on her body, and yet her mind forced (y/n) to hold her grudges.

“It’s not about that, I understand why you did it. But fuck, don’t you ever push me around like that again, don’t ever make me feel like you don’t want to be touched by me again.” Sihtric’s hand found her chin, tilting her head towards him, eyes burning through hers. He dipped his head down, lips finding hers, kissing her breathless while Finan could no longer bite down his smirk.

“I think it’s time for Sihtric to make up for our lost time together, don't you think?” Finan’s murmurs were met with a hum rumbling through (y/n), sighing as Sihtric let go of her, rising back to his feet. All (y/n) could do was watch both men undo their coats, followed by their leather armour, exposing their prominent, flexing muscles.

“Look at our pretty girl, we haven’t even touched you yet, petal.” The heavy Irish accent left (y/n)’s heart racing, thighs pressed together to soothe the ever growing ache. She was dripping for their touch, ready to be toyed with, allowing her lovers to use her body as if the gods themselves were walking amongst them. Sihtric touched her first, helping her out of her clothes, slowly exposing the body he hadn’t been able to touch for a while, and yet he had dreamt of her every single night.

“Lay down.” The command was followed without any questions, naked body pressed against the bed, eyes finding the glistening ones of Finan. The warrior settled next to her, groaning as her hand found his hardening cock, pumping him for a few moments before she felt Sihtric’s warm tongue brush through her folds, making her halt her movements. A string of curses left the three of them, mixed together to form one sinful sound.

“Jesus, I’ll never get used to this.” (Y/n) had started moving her hand once again, pushing Finan closer to the edge as Sihtric got lost in her taste, cherishing her as if he hadn’t seen his lover in years. Both were a tangled mess of limbs, hearts, and souls, forever one to walk the same path, to share their ever growing love.

“Want to feel both of you, please.” Sihtric’s eyes met Finan’s, forcing a smirk to tug on both their lips, letting go of (y/n) to wordlessly reposition themselves. It wasn’t the first time she asked to be fucked by both men at the same time, and yet (y/n)’s heart picked up its pace, as if she was fighting a battle, very well knowing that she stood no chance against her opponents.

With Finan sitting down on the bed to pull (y/n) into his lap, Sihtric positioned himself behind her, sharing a few mischievous glances with Finan. Her trembling hands were placed on Finan’s shoulders as she sank down on his cock, forehead pressed against his chest, needing a few moments to adjust. Sihtric made use of her moments of distraction, slowly pushing into her like they had done numerous times before.

(Y/n)’s moan was drowned out by Finan’s lips meeting hers, swallowing her sounds as her cunt tried to adjust to both of their cocks, their alternating thrusts that left her shaking. Heat flushed through their veins, a heat so biting it felt as if the Devil himself was guiding their every movement, forcing them to confess to their every sin.

Finan’s cold fingers found her bundle of nerves, circling her clit to push her further towards the edge, feeling her clench around both their cocks. She’d cum any moment now, gone for her two lovers like a ship sinking to the bottom of the rough ocean, one with the waves that have drowned her body and soul.

“Fuck, so tight, even after all those months, made just for us.” Sihtric’s praises gave her the final push, trembling between both her lovers as her orgasm clashed through her. (Y/n)’s fingernails drew blood from Finan’s skin, leaving marks he’d wear proud like a soldier showing off his battle marks. It didn’t take long for the two men to follow, pulling out of her moments before they came.

All three were heavily panting, bodies falling next to one another, getting lost in the silence that had now returned. Sihtric rose to his feet to reach for a piece of cloth, cleaning himself before he helped out his other two lovers, searching their closeness.

“I promise, I’ll never hurt you like that again.” Sihtric pressed a kiss to her cheek, admiring her tired features, still strung out, and overstimulated. Her chuckles vibrated through her body, fingers interlaced with both of theirs.

“If you do, I promise to hunt you down myself.”

#sihtric x reader x finan #sihtric smut #finan smut #the last kingdom imagine #sihtric x reader #finan x reader #the last kingdom

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hetalia-angel · 5 months

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What are the things that attract 2p canada to a person? Platonic or romantic.

I meant to post this tmr but I accidentally didn’t click the post on a timer option so I guess you get this early. 💜💜💜

What attracts 2p Canada to a person?

Romantic

Matt is attracted to kindness in a person. Anyone can be nice but kindness is hard to find. If that doesn’t make sense let me put it this way. To be a nice person is by smiling and making small talk with someone. While being kind is truly caring about others; maybe you don’t smile and wave at everyone but you do care and truly do your best to be selfless.

Matt is pretty used to being judge since he’s this random big guy who lives in the middle of the woods with bad social skills. So if you’re kind and accepting to him he might develop a bit of a crush on you.

It also helps if you’re soft spoken. Since Matt has a gruff manly voice it’s a nice change to have a darling with a nice honeyed voice to keep him company.

Platonic

Matt is very protective over shy or timid people. He’s a stoic traditional guy and he believes in protecting the weak to his core. So if you’re a victim of bullying and he sees it your bullies will be obliterated.

He’s very protective over toddlers and younger children since he sees them as very innocent and vulnerable. If platonic darling is a young child he’ll be taking care of them constantly. He was never doted on or coddled as a kid so expect lots of gifts. They’re not expensive but simple homemade gifts like scarfs, whittled wooden animals, and quilts.

Matt finds himself easily attracted funny people as friends. They help to ease tension and make everything seem so much easier.

#2ptalia #2p!hetalia #2p headcanons #2p canada #yandere 2p hetalia #2p hetalia #hetalia

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hetafice · 5 months

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soft!yandere china x reader

request: Hello! Do you write yandere characters? What about 2ps and nyo!? Could you do something for Yandere!China? If not can I get hcs or scenarios for China with a Fem!Darling?

I feel like you would have to be exceptional in some way to become the object of Yao’s affections. He appreciates beauty and intelligence, but he would place much more stock in a darling that’s graceful or poised. I don’t think he’s necessarily hung up on looks (he is thousands of years old- it takes more than just a pretty face to catch his eye), but he seems likely to try to cultivate sophistication in his partners as well. Elegance is closely associated with the feminine ideal in Chinese culture, after all. Regardless of how his darling identifies, he will strongly mold them to fit cultural/historical standards of comportment.

Before Yao even thinks to start a relationship with you, he will observe you. Likely within plain sight. If you’re a country you’ll likely feel his eyes on you in a crowd. Before he makes such a big emotional investment, he needs to be sure of what he’s getting into. Once you exhibit a few of the qualities he’s into, you’re a goner.

His age strongly informs the way he interacts with his darling. He’s old enough to not be delusional. I feel like he’s the least likely to kidnap you. Instead, he’ll take a different route completely. Think crazy gifts (first class flights, expensive clothes and jewelry), and compliments. Is he obsessed? Yes. Is part of that obsession fed by a desire to control? Also yes. But he does not want to coerce you. Part of the fun is indeed having you, but another is getting you to come to him on your own. He looks down on the greener nations that rely on force. He will carefully manipulate your perceptions of him, and over time you’ll fall into his trap without even realizing.

Of course he’ll let you borrow the car to drive yourself home, or he’ll take you home to get clothes, but why would you need to when he’s got the entire Spring/Summer 2023 Mugler collection at the penthouse?? I’m tempted to use the term gilded cage, but you can leave whenever. That “freedom” could easily give anyone a false sense of security. And he takes full advantage of that fact.

He is truly devoted to his darling, but is not the most openly loving person. As such, he expresses his love by giving gifts rather than physical contact or romantic language (it’s giving sugar daddy y’all). As mentioned before, he will pay top dollar and move the moon to ensure his darling’s happiness. He is not worried about spoiling his darling at all. He does not mind a little bit of brattiness to spice things up as long as nothing goes too far. He rarely spends money on himself, but as his sun moon and stars, that reasoning cannot be applied to you. Ask and you shall receive.

Don’t let him fool you! This devotion does not come without a price, though. Complete obedience is expected. He uses his darling’s standard of living as leverage, so there is rarely a need for real punishments. His goal is to get you so accustomed to luxury that you’ll do near anything to keep it.

Because of his age and temperament, I don’t think Yao would be keen on harsh physical punishments, or any physical punishments for that matter.

If you’re lucky enough to catch Yao’s eyes, you will never lift a finger again. So long as you play the part of a gentle, grateful, and obedient lover, that is. But with a life like this, why wouldn’t you be? No need to question anything that seems off…right?

#hetalia #hws china #aph china #yandere hetalia #hetalia x reader #yandere x reader #a request from the before times #aka my old blog #pls enjoy #requests are currently open!

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fluffyanon · 8 months

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Evening Walk

A/N - Some of these Hazbin fics are from my Wattpad. Though some things may have been added or removed since these are fairly old.

Established relationship, 2p!Alastor x Reader, Fem!reader

Synopsis: After your body refused to fall asleep, you get up and take a late night stroll in the park where you find 2p!Alastor being harassed by a fellow sinner.

You had a long day, and you were ready for bed. But apparently your body wasn't, it didn't want to relax enough for you to fall asleep. You were tossing and turning on your bed for hours.

Finally giving up after a while, you sat up on your bed and heaved a sigh, looking out in the dimly lit room, the only light source being the window above your bed. It was quiet, the dark red tint of the sky colored the drapes on your window.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you put on a pair of pants and a baggy hoodie, not caring much of your appearance outside at this hour. You headed out of your hotel room, while slipping on some shoes.

When you made it to the lobby, it was dark, besides the dim light shining through the windows leaving spotlights on the floor. You heard a bit of snoring in the direction of the small living room. Assuming that Husk fell asleep on the couch again, you tip-toed out of the hotel.

The cool air greeted you kindly and you sighed, enjoying the feeling. The cool midnight air was a nice feeling compared to how stuffy the hotel can be sometimes.

You decided to make your way to a nearby park, no one really goes to it this late at night, so you shouldn't be bothered too much while you try to relax. Sometimes you were grateful about the placement of the Hazbin Hotel, everything seemed to be a walking distance away if you just want necessities or a simple stroll.

As you were walking on the dirty path through the park, you started hearing some voices in the distance. When you got closer, it sounded like someone was arguing. You didn't pay any mind to it, until you heard a familiar voice.

"I-I'm s-sorry sir, I didn't mean to get in your way..." It was Al. And he looked terrified of the angry demon in front of him, who continued to yell at the poor deer.

"Didn't mean too? Yous bumped inta' me!" The angry one was short and kind of round. He looked like a failed mob boss with the outfit he was wearing. It looked worn and unkempt. And his failed Boston accent didn't help, Angel would have a blast making fun of him.

"What's happening?" You approached the two, getting ready to defend Al. The situation was probably a misunderstanding, knowing how Al can be. But this demon didn't care. He up at you, his face was turning red with anger. It almost got you to laugh in his face. He looked like a red pig.

"This blue twig walked inta' me while I was takin' a stroll! Can ya' believes it?" The fat sinner said. He looked smug, like he just won. And quite frankly, that pissed you off a bit.

You tapped your finger on your cheek, pretending that you were in thought. Al looked at you worriedly, like you were going to be on the strangers side.

"I can believe it, he's a klutz, and this is hell. Which means I can deck you in the face, or just push you over and watch you roll like a pig to get back up. Which do ya want?" You said while crossing your arms and giving him a toothy grin.

His face got even redder and he started spouting profanities and you laughed as he walked away. Al attempted to laugh with you but it sounded more awkward and nervous. He was just relieved that you arrived.

Al walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you, bringing you into a hug as he nuzzled his face in your neck. You reached up and softly pet his hair. He relaxed a bit, sighing.

"Are you okay?" You asked him, pulling away slightly so you could see his face. His ears were leaning back and tears threaten to spill from his big eyes. Taking the cuff of your sleeve, you wiped the tears away and smiled at him. He sniffed slightly and gave the smallest smile and nodded, leaning against your hand

"I-I'll be fine, thank you for helping me..." He softly said before hugging you. You hugged back and reassured him that whenever he needs help, just call you. He nodded and apologized again.

"Let's go back to the hotel, shall we?" You said, looking at his pouty face. You were getting tired now, and wouldn't mind some cuddles with your favorite deer.

He nodded, "Yes, that sounds like a great idea." Truthfully, he just wanted to be alone with you, away from everyone else. He held your hand as you both walked back to the hotel, mostly in comfortable silence.

Once you both got back to your hotel room, the rest of the night was spent cuddled up together, reassuring him that everything was okay before drifting off to sleep with him wrapped in your arms.

#2p alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin x reader #2p alastor x reader #x reader #fanfic #fluff #alastor #female reader

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popatochisssp · 7 months

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tell us more about underfell fruition? :)

tw for confinement and medical abuse and abuse in general

Underfell Fruition

A young Sans’ attempt to escape his creator, the Royal Scientist, is a failure.

No one hears anything about it.

Life continues as normal for everyone Underground, with few exceptions.

A handful of shop owners around the Capital and the researchers working in the Royal Labs may notice that Dr. Gaster is sending a lot of new interns around on his errands instead of the young skeleton he had doing it, but nobody is especially surprised—the only surprising thing about it is that the guy had lasted so long.

The Royal Scientist gets bored of his interns easily, and everyone knows that.

Gaster is and continues to be a force to be reckoned with, a fearsome reputation and easily the power and ruthlessness to back it up.

They say he’s loyal only to Emperor Asgore himself, and he considers anyone less as utterly beneath him, minions to do his bidding and stepping stones along his path.

(Fodder for his experiments, the rumors say too, but there’s no evidence of that.)

(He’s far too careful for there to be evidence.)

Asgore allows the Royal Scientist the freedom to operate as he pleases, in spite of the doctor’s somewhat ill repute, for all the impressive work he does with the carte blanche he’s given, resulting in significant military advancements for monsterkind.

As the years go by, Gaster happily proves his worth, producing many innovations that will be invaluable when the time comes to seize the final human soul, shatter the Barrier, and take back the Surface by force.

His most famed creation is a device which produces magic limitlessly, boundless energy for its user to draw upon as if it were their own, infinite bullets and fighting potential without tiring or running dry—no one knows what it looks like save the Emperor and the Captain of the Royal Guard, but they vouch that it does exactly as advertised.

Gaster is still working on expanding the use of the device to more than one monster at a time, but its potential is clear.

In the meantime, while he gets the math to work on that, he hasn’t been idle.

His latest feat of engineering, painstakingly perfected, is a living war-machine that he calls 2P.

2P, while not truly sentient, is capable of comprehending orders given to it and employing basic problem-solving skills and intensive physical training to obey those orders with swift, devastating precision.

An army of monster-shaped weapons of its kind is a tantalizing prospect—soldiers for the upcoming war that won’t think or feel or do anything but drive forward, with unrelenting force…

But first, it needs a field test, to see if it’s viable.

Gaster lends 2P to the services of the Royal Guard, with instructions on how to command it and to report back when—not if—it satisfies all conditions of whatever tests and trials they put it through.

Captain Undyne is…far from satisfied.

Not with 2P’s performance, of course, for its strength and speed and obedience are everything the Royal Scientist advertised it would be.

But…

There are signs she’s seeing, things she’s noticing as she works with 2P that she…really wishes she wasn’t.

2P isn’t supposed to feel pain, but she’s caught it wincing or favoring something after a heavy blow.

It isn’t supposed to think for itself, but she’s seen it in Waterfall, gazing out over the glowing pools and sparkling crystals with an expression she can only describe as ‘thoughtful.’

It’s not supposed to be sentient…but she saw it, smiling when she told her soldiers a stupid joke during training—and she saw fear in its eye-sockets when it realized she was looking, before it went coolly, irreproachably blank again.

It’s only a suspicion, a gut feeling pushing insistently through the denial, but…

Undyne doesn’t think 2P is an ‘it.’

And if ‘it’ isn’t, that’s a very, very big problem.

She can’t report this to Gaster.

If 2P is more than a living construct meant only for battle, then telling its creator, the man with complete power over it, in charge of whether it lives or dies, is the absolute last thing she should ever do.

Emperor Asgore…

Well, she trusts Asgore, but…he’s a busy monster, weighed down by duty and grief as much as he’s always been and he trusts Gaster—as questionable a choice as that is. If it came down to the Royal Scientist’s word against her ‘gut feeling’…

She needs proof.

Something solid to open an investigation over, to really do it by the book.

Luckily, she may have an in.

One of Gaster’s assistants, a former intern, with rumors flying that she could even be his successor, if she lasts long enough.

Alphys is close to the Royal Scientist, and has clearly honed the ability to keep her mouth shut—which will be very useful for Undyne if it turns out that she’s trying to open up Pandora’s Box with her digging.

The young doctor is thankfully very willing to assist with the very very hot Captain’s covert investigation and freely shares all she knows.

Definitely only in the interest of cooperating with the law.

Yes.

But well, she is suspicious of Gaster herself and has been for some time—not because of 2P, but because of his ‘magic-creating’ device.

Alphys is a scientist and its never sat right with her, the idea of magic being created from nothing. It’s not possible, it should be coming from somewhere! But her boss always brushed off her questions, and when he started giving her looks, the same kind of looks he gave people who lost their jobs and were never seen again…she stopped asking questions.

Gaster is almost certainly up to something shady, and if the Guard is getting involved, maybe now they have a chance to figure out what.

Unfortunately, Alphys wasn’t brought in until well after 2P’s completion. She was never allowed to be involved in any of his training and refinement, so she isn’t much help there…

She does make an attempt to pull up its documentation, but what she can access is heavily redacted, and the rest is locked behind Gaster’s credentials.

The most she can find is a mention of an earlier iteration, a 1S, but nothing about it beyond it being put into storage, and nothing at all after that point.

It’s most likely just a failed prototype, but it could be a place to start, if they can track it down to wherever it’s been stored.

It takes a lot more digging, some risky exploration and a bit of hacking into systems she definitely should not have access to, but Alphys manages to find what she thinks is the ‘storage’ mentioned in the notes—an extremely deep basement level of the Royal Labs, far below the other floors and not shown on any blueprints, locked up tight.

She can’t investigate further…but Undyne can.

A gut feeling isn’t cause for a search, but a secret unsanctioned dungeon beneath the labs that no one knows about with such high security…?

That’s something that warrants the Emperor’s notice.

Asgore is not best pleased to hear that his Royal Scientist has kept such a secret from him.

He orders that Gaster be detained pending further investigation, and is quite unpleasantly surprised when—even at his order—Gaster refuses to cooperate and allow access to the elevator down.

Undyne takes Alphys and 2P with her to investigate anyway. If Alphys can’t hack the door, then 2P should be able to brute-force it.

Besides, whatever’s down there… 2P’s probably seen it before and can help handle it.

What they find…is not pretty.

There’s evidence there, the dust of monsters Gaster ‘disappeared’ because they got in his way, or simply because he could.

Shambling amorphous creatures that once were monsters, Fallen Down and resurrected with DT, only to melt into each other, amalgamated beings. ‘Impervious to damage,’ the Royal Scientist had written of the poor souls he kept locked away, ‘possibly useful, further testing needed.’

And…far back, in the very last room—barely the size of a broom-closet—a skeleton.

Another skeleton, strapped down to a chair and hooked up to more monitoring equipment than even Alphys has seen at one time before.

This one is nothing at all compared to 2P, short where 2P is tall, frail where 2P is sturdy, sickly-looking and seemingly half-dead where 2P is strong and healthy and alive.

“Th-this…must be 1S—”

“SANS.”

The captain and the doctor both jump to realize that 2P was the one who said it.

It doesn’t speak again though, for all that it’s staring very intently at the other skeleton in room, utterly frozen and immovable in the face of this sick and terrible discovery.

Because…the thing is…

………

He was just…gone, one day.

Their creator never spoke his name again.

He wouldn’t acknowledge him, that he’d ever existed.

And 2P…

He…forgot.

He tried to forget, because Sans wasn’t real.

Sans was never real, Sans was something he made up to pretend he wasn’t alone in a horrible place with a horrible man who said he wasn’t a ‘he,’ he was an ‘it’—and he had to forget any stupid ideas he had that he was anything but an object, a tool meant to take orders and obey and don’t think, never think, never want, never be anything but 2P.

Never be…

Papyrus.

He is…Papyrus.

And his brother is real.

Alive, though just barely.

1S—or, Sans, apparently, takes some time to come around from his heavily-sedated, comatose state, but all too eager to cooperate with the strange monsters hovering over him when he sees his brother is among their number.

The story as he tells it is this.

He and Papyrus were creations of the Royal Scientist, created from his body—his kids, if the man had been any less of a maniac, but since Gaster is indeed a maniac, he planned to keep them under his thumb for the rest of their lives and use them (but especially Papyrus) in all kinds of fucked up, illegal experiments, to mold them into whatever he saw as their greatest utility.

Sans tried to snatch his little brother up and run, but he got caught, and Gaster got to have his way.

Papyrus became the living war-machine dear old dad had always wanted, and Sans—who had fucked up by proving he was a stubborn, uncooperative jackass who no threat against him or his brother could seem to control—was repurposed.

See, he’d always generated magic at a pretty high rate, but after what Gaster did, he became a battery, a constantly replenishing source of energy to be drawn on at any time, an impressive little toy to win some brownie points with the Emperor and earn even freer reign to do whatever the hell he wanted, whenever he wanted.

Alphys has to double and triple-check the readings on the monitoring equipment around him to believe it, but he really is the source of Gaster’s impossible device, producing massive quantities of magic with such incredible range that (if she’s reading it right) Gaster or anyone else using it would be able to siphon his magic from miles away.

But that’s not the only thing Sans can tell them.

He also knows, and is more than happy to provide, several passwords and access codes that the Royal Scientist was too lazy or too cocky to change in the years since he put Sans under and locked him away.

Which is, of course, access to more than enough detailed and meticulously recorded evidence of Gaster’s crimes against monsterkind to shut him down.

Permanently.

The Royal Scientist is unceremoniously fired, convicted, and eventually, executed.

Alphys, who played a large role in bringing him to justice and is a brilliant and respectable scientist in her own right is ushered in as his replacement, and Undyne is given several honors for her dedication to uncovering and bringing down corruption at the highest level.

The skeleton brothers receive support—both official and unofficial—from the crown in order to integrate into society without undue hardship, after the significant hardship they already faced.

Life continues as normal, but maybe a little bit better now.

Carmine (Underfell Fruition Sans)

In poor physical condition at first due to how long he spent unconscious and immobile, but recovering mobility and independence as fast as monsterly possible (fuck the wheelchair, fuck the crutches, fuck soup, he is gonna walk his ass to a damn burger and nobody is gonna stop him)

Only vaguely aware of time having passed while comatose, but as his magic grew stronger and his range stretched, he developed an ability to poke into peoples’ heads. It’s very surface-level, mostly just skimming thoughts off the top, but he’s found himself drifting through enough monsters’ subconscious that these days, most people Underground might not recognize him but still get the feeling that he’s hauntingly familiar

Still overproducing magic at an extreme rate due to modifications made to his body, magic which he actually needs to use in large amounts regularly. If he doesn’t, he starts to physically overheat and things around him start to fritz a bit from the outpouring of excess magic, which is naturally something he’d rather avoid if possible

Eager to make up for lost time, open-minded to all kinds of new stuff he never got around to doing before he got locked up

A little bit cocky, loud and arrogant, but with just enough boyish charm and joie de vivre to pull it off…most of the time

Tank (Underfell Fruition Papyrus)

Extremely physically powerful due to biomodifications over the years as he was growing up, very tall, wide, and strong. His soul was also…adjusted, and he no longer takes damage from even the most vicious and lethal intent, only physical or magical attacks that land can harm him

Struggles significantly with free will and independent thought—largely due to how heavily punished and very not allowed any signs of choice or independence were. Slowly getting comfortable with being a person, and being allowed to be a person again, supported heavily by his brother and Undyne

Went a very long time under the impression that his brother was a figment of his imagination, and there’s some…complex feelings there, that he was real and alive and trapped the whole time and he didn’t do anything about it. Said brother doesn’t blame him in the slightest, but it may be awhile before the two of them aren’t a package deal everywhere they go

Likes things that are slow and with obvious correct ways of doing them—or at least no wrong way of doing them, so he can take it at his own pace and not be afraid of making a mistake

A little stoic and a lot intimidating, but (with a bit of patience beyond that first impression) curious and gentle and just starting to learn what it means to be himself

#anonymous #headcanons #undertale #underfell fruition #uff!sans #uff!papyrus

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my2phetaliaheadcanons · 6 months

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What would be the 2p Alias's reaction if they heard knocked on they door in the middle of the night, and when they open the door, exept a baby on they doorstep?

Hmmm… For the 2ps it would probably occur after finishing their ‘job’. Maybe the night went smoothly, and they were able to wrap it up early. Or it ran way too long and they were ready to mentally shut down. Either way, they would be tired walking up the steps to enter their dark home.

Some would have quickly ditched their clothing, ready to shower before passing out for a dreamless sleep. Others, bogged down by the weight of their world, would attempt to numb it with their chosen poison. All of them would be ready for their night to end.

That’s when the mysterious figure would knock, and a baby would cry.

France: Disturbing François when he’s relaxing is like approaching a large, aggressive dog. He stomps his way to the door and throws it open. The sight of the child is shocking but doesn’t quell his anger too much as he shouts into the darkness. Demanding that the so-called ‘parents’ come and collect their kid.

Unsurprisingly, no one answers, even after he runs around his property looking for any signs of disturbance. To which he finds too few to work off.

Grumbling, he makes his way back and harshly scoops up the kid. The action makes the babe scream more.

At first, he sits ‘em on his bed, letting them exhaust themselves, and calls the Child Services. Sadly, the early hours only get him a messaging machine to which he curses harshly at. He doesn’t want to commit to the emergency line due to the larger amount of paperwork it would require.

Reluctant, François would turn to the infant and calm them. He would be reminded of his days with Matt as he rasped lullabies and whispered stories long forgotten. Eventually, it would end with the child and François cuddled together as the sun rose and reached its height.

Finally awake and both feeling better, François would finally reach Child Services who would come and collect the child.

There would be no tearful goodbye or feelings of regret as he allowed the babe to be taken from his hands. All he would hope is that life’s hand would be fair and that he would never become a target for the frumpy Frenchman.

America: Allen’s night was pretty rough, so much so that when he discovers the infant, his mind is just pure static. The mental blizzard causes him to only look from his porch for the lad’s parents and when he doesn’t see them, just take the kid inside.

In his daze, he would create a makeshift crib out of a drawer and then go back to bed. It did help a lot that the kid fell asleep from the rock in his step.

The crying in the morning would wake him again. This time, his mind having had a chance to reset would spook him. In a panic would wonder where the kid came from and how they go there.

So, he does the only rational thing he can think of. Call Oliver.

He gets snippy with Oliver as he rocks/feds the lad, nearly agreeing to give it to him, before realizing how bad that would be.

Allen, going off the given advice, can take care of the child for a couple of days. He even feels accomplished when he gets to hear the baby laugh. Until nation work and baby care start to collide.

He’ll feel like a failure and his temper would cause him to snap at his men and push them to do better. This would go on for a couple more days until his right hand recommends giving the kid over to CPS. That this world is too much for a bachelor to mix with a family while single.

Allen feels guilty when he finally makes the call and fights back tears as they remove the child from him. This attachment keeps Allen hooked on keeping tabs on the kid. Often sending gifts for birthdays and holidays until the 18th year. From that point, Allen considers the kid an adult and steps back.

Hopefully, his involvement means the kid flies high in this world.

Canada: Matt would be pretty stunned at a baby swaddled on his porch. Especially since it would mean that this ‘parent’ got past Kuma and made it away without a scratch. At least he assumes so since Kuma looked to be sleeping by his bear house and there’s not a puddle of red.

He would be quick to take the child inside and warm them up. His hold of the babe would be awkward until a semi-normal hold would balance the kid on his chest as he rubbed their icy extremities.

For an hour, Matt would do this while singing French lullabies. Once he felt like the baby had returned to a normal temp and was asleep, he would tuck them into a makeshift crib. Then, reluctantly call England, just like Al does.

The chipper man would seem all too happy to help Matt with the child, already giving advice. Until Matt mentions giving him due to a lack of resources and the dangers of nation work. Then he switches to asking for the young lad.

Matt gives a swift no before hanging up. He’ll cater to the infant for the next hours before calling his 1p, telling him to get him in touch with child services.

Once contact is made, he’ll inform them of the child. He’ll request a pickup but demand that each foster and potential adopter is vetted thoroughly, more so than for anyone else.

When the infant is gone, Matt will look for the ‘parent’ to punish them in some way shape, or form. Then, this ‘rough’ Canadian will occasionally check in on the child, just until he’s sure his life is at least average, maybe send a gift or two over the years.

Once he’s happy with the current state of the kid’s life, he’ll slowly drift out. Content that he saved at least one soul.

England: Oh boy. Oliver is typically a grumpy person when awoken from his slumber, but the infant on his doorstep made him do a 180.

A giddy giggle would leave the typically sadistic nation as he cradles the child. Fully intending to keep the infant as his own. After all, if he can’t have his mini-nations, then he’ll just use a human child as a substitute.

He caters to this child’s needs to a tee. He never goes hungry, experiences cold, or wants for anything. It's perfect, if it wasn’t Oliver attempting to create a parental relationship where the child is overall too reliant on their parent. So, he always has one being attached to him, feeding his Savior complex.

For a few months, this goes on, and Oliver is all too willing to keep it up forever. Except he forgot about the meeting he was supposed to host for a 1p-2p bonding experience. So, when Arthur walks in and sees the babe, he is quick to spirit him away from the 2p.

Oliver rages, but due to the 1p magic trio working against him, the babe is lost to him. And, surprisingly, he mourns his loss.

Maybe one day, he’ll finally fulfill his desire.

Russia: Why are you here? – Calls Services and pays to make sure kid is well taken care of

Viktor’s view of the disturbance was curiosity. Why would anyone leave a child at his home, better yet why would a stranger think he could do better for their child than they?

Similar to some of the nations, he would look around for any signs of the parents, but like the rest, none was found. He would take the child inside and place them in one of the empty rooms of the manor. Pillows surrounded her to prevent injuries from rolling off the bed, and he would watch them for a moment to ensure there would be no suffocation.

He would then step out for a moment to call his sisters. He expected that they would be able to give decent advice and be willing to help with the child. Instead, he got harsh lectures about how he was in no place to take on a child and that it would be best for everyone to give up the kid.

Their logic at first wouldn’t sway him, but when they arrived on his doorstep within 48 hours of saying he would raise the child, did finally sway him. Notably when they held the baby and threatened to report him for abduction and barracked themselves in a room.

Usually, he would continue to fight for his desires, but in this case, he gave in. Especially since the child looked much more comfortable in the arms of his sisters than his.

Viktor would call Child Services and once gone would set up a savings account for the kid. It would be anonymous and accessible once the baby had picked a career path.

China: Jin would tiredly pull at his eyes as he would take the baby into his arms. A curse on his lips as he turned to calm the child while calling his men.

His orders are simple to find the parents, and to conduct surveillance. Within 24 hours, they are found and a whole portfolio is given to Jin.

If the parents are down on their luck, he’ll not only return the baby, but he’ll also give them a hand. Money, a home, a job, all of those, and more are on the table of things Jin may give. His quiet angelic works may be sprinkled in like small rainstorms during a long drought until he is sure that the family is stable.

On the other hand, if the parents are absolute trash, then there is no mercy. Jin will have his men worsen their lives to the point where death will seem like a gift that will never be given. No release ever, and he’ll make sure at the end they are begging at his feet.

Either way, Jin picks out the new family himself. He’ll watch them from a distance and happily act as a distant uncle until it's time to go to vacation island. Then he’ll make sure an ‘inheritance’ is set up.

#2p hetalia #2p headcanons #2p america #2p canada #2p england #2p france #2p china #2p russia #2p allies

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headingalaxys-spicy · 7 months

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Wow, I didin't know you write for 2ptalia! Not complaining tho, how would the countries (just pick your faves) react to darling choosing their 2p counterpart over them? And what will they do in retaliation to being the unchosen one?

Me: Gets 98% writing only to realize I answered it backwards. hahahahahhhh. So here a twofer. Reader being rejecting both original and 2p! Hope you guys enjoy!

2p America: How much Fall flavored shit do you need woman? *Shows pack of Pumpkin Jojo’s, Pumpkin pie flavored Oreo’s, and Caramel Apple creamer* Also the fuck is so funny?

Me: Roast post.

2p America: What?

Me: Shut up and laugh dammit! *throws notebook that ask was written in*

Characters: America (Obivious as fuck I’d pick him), Canada, England, Germany, Italy, Japan, and Russia.

🍔🇺🇸America 🍔🇺🇸 “WHAAAAAAAT? YOU’RE INTO A MAN WHO’D RATHER FUCK HIS NAILY BAT?!?! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND? ARE YOU CRAZY?” He shouts into the early evening air. He was so loud with that last remark that it took a few moments for passersby to look away from you.

“Alfred! Please keep your voice down! And please release your grip on my arm!” You shrug away harshly to keep space between the two of you. You disliked that he was spouting nonsense.

“Y/N, please….” You avoid his eyes; you know they were a honey-laced trapped that you knew plenty of unsuspecting people fell for.

“I’m sorry, Alfred, but he and I work better together and I don’t have to explain that.” Voice was shaky but you knew you’d be away from him soon. Still avoiding his gaze you say ‘Good-Bye’.

After you’ve left him to be alone with his raw feelings, he will go punch a few brick walls to let off some steam.

He’s going to go home and ugly cry and eat Half-Baked while he’s half-baked himself making him whole again after a few months pass.

(Damn reader, you a savage, we now have a sad burger man.)

🕶️🇺🇸2p America 🇺🇸🕶️: “SERIOUSLY DOLL? You go for a man whose entire fucking shtick is eating a shitload of burgers! That bitch wants to be Nikocado Avacado so bad!”

He’s grinning his teeth. The fury radiated off of him like a heater. He’s gripping the phone so tightly that small indents are beginning to form. He wasn’t interested in prolonging his suffering so he hung up in your face before you even had a chance to try and placate him. The phone meets its demise. The titanium, metal, and nanotech that once resembled a black brick now resembled black sand of sorts.

He goes out drinking and partying for the night. Why not be hedonistic to high hell if he doesn’t have you?

He complains about you to others in the FACE family, saying things like: What was there not for them to like about the blood-dusted roses? They show devotion and dedication or whatever bullshit Oliver was on about!

Oliver: “I heard that, you ungrateful tosser! Pay up in the swear jar!”

Alex: “Fuck yo-” A knife nails his leg and he wails out in pain.

He ain’t giving up though he’s going to attempt time and time again to get the McDumbass away from you and into his arms.

🍁🇨🇦🐻‍❄️Canada🐻‍❄️🇨🇦🍁: Most of you reading this post already know he’s going to cry.

You were kind enough to let him down gently when you video-chatted him. “I’m sorry, Matthew. I’m just really feeling this other guy and I do it with sincerity that you find someone who suits you.” The pregnant silence was deafening but nothing compared to the pipes behind his violet orbs about to burst. He said, “Okay, farewell, Y/N. I hope you and Matthieu will be happy” before he ended the call. God, that was a cursed sentence. The pipe had burst and tears spilled through his darkened lavender pools. It takes him about 45-minutes to get off the floor and he opens his Tim Horton’s app and gets a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and a few Canadian maple and honey crullers. Once it’s delivered, he will devour his meal and sink onto the couch, watching whatever random thing he’s put on Netflix. All while soaking the couch in his copious amounts of tear-soaked Kleenex.

He’s going to stress-bake pastries while listening to some podcasts to do his best not to think about it.

He’s also going to turn off his phone intentionally and put it in a phone jail for 78 hours so he doesn’t accidentally waste 5 hours looking at your cute face and the man that has always gotten in his way ever since he came into existence.

🐻🇨🇦2p Canada 🇨🇦🐻:

His right eye twitched in frustration over the text message being the only thing he got. His anger swelled the more he thought about it. It was like a boiling pot of water that went from a mildly active simmer to raging waters supported by the heat of a recently awoken volcano. He snuffs out his 4th cigarette, only halfway done and just thinking about his sickly sweet 1p receiving your attention and love.

He gets crossfaded for the night, so he can numb the stinging pain of rejection. Once he’s done with being on his drug and booze-filled bender he’s going to get to plotting to get you back.

Even Kuro was high-key annoyed that the snow-colored bear also had your affection. An aggravated growl leaves the beast as his owner reassures him that in time: you will be with them… permanently.

☕️🫖🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿England🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🫖☕️: He’s in his tea room drinking scalding hot Earl Grey. The burn on his tongue felt better than the rejection he received. You picked the pastel palette psychopath with cannibalistic tendencies.

‘Why y/n why? Why in the world would you want to date that Nutter? Is it because I can’t cook for shit?’ Will be some of the thoughts that echo around in his mind as he blankly stares at his tea until the early hours of the morning.

‘Dodgy Oliver’ ‘What the fuck?’ ‘Bloody hell, has the world gone mad!?’

He considers making a love potion to make you love him. (Since this is the normal 1p we’re talking about Arthur’s code of ethics hasn’t been entirely yeeted out the door.)

He will lurk on your social media profiles for a couple of weeks before he picks himself back up again. 🧁🎀☠️ 2p England ☠️🎀🧁 Mans has been sitting in his elegant pastel library while rage, sadness and disgust are spilling from his eyes. His heart crumbled into his stomach. When his shiny bright baby blues darkened in hue after reading your text he couldn’t help it. “Hey Oliver…. I know this will be difficult to read but I’ve decided that I’m going to be exclusive with Arthur. I really do hope you can find someone for you. Goodbye.” After a few minutes of letting the river flow onto the desk and pages of his prized cookbooks his mind wonder about how you came to the conclusion to go steady with Arthur. Were you daft? Were you under a spell? Did Arthur trick you? Regardless, Oliver was beginning to crave a special sweet treat that will require him to pay the tsundere British man a visit.

💪🇩🇪 Germany 🇩🇪💪: He’s going to be dumbfounded that you picked Lutz. Like bro has to stare at his phone for 5 full minutes re-reading your text. He tries to make scientific sense of how in fuck you came to the conclusion to like Lutz. After this, he’s just going to curse in his mind for a few hours while he pets his German Shepards while he has maybe a dozen or so cold ones. Ludwig will stare into the void and be like ‘WARUM!?! Auf keinen Fall! Das gibt’s doch nicht!’

No matter what, it will never make sense to him. He will be despondent for a while but with the help of Prussia, Italy, and Japan (and his two favorite things Beer and Schnitzel) he’ll be fine.

You live rent-free in the back of his mind though. While ‘Why for the love of god would you pick someone like him?’

💤😴2p Germany😴💤While staring at the screen with bloodshot eyes…he won’t shed a tear, whine, or break things to let out his frustrations. He does nothing. He knows it’s not worth it. He knows he’s not what many would call a “catch”. Sure he has a rugged charm of sorts but that doesn’t mean it makes up for his mentally unwell state of working for Luciano. He will simply stare at the text message that read:

Hey Lutz, I think it’s best that we just be friends. Ludwig and I are going steady. I just wanted to be transparent with you. I’m sorry.

Even as empty as the words felt, he stared at them with a mixture of regret, sadness, and self-pity. After a while, he releases the phone to fall onto the bed. Well, if there’s nothing he can do, he may as well just jerk it to someone who looks like you.

🍝🇮🇹Italy🇮🇹🍝 Let's be real he takes your rejection like a champ. He'd been rejected by tons of people before. He’s a professional flirter what do you expect? He’ll go to another bar and snag more bitches.

This doesn’t mean that later he’s going to realize: WHY ARE YOU DATING A DANGEROUS MAN???????

(Yes, I took this angle for him. Feliciano can be baby but ooooooh lawd he can be a player. He got that 🌟✨duality✨🌟)

🔪🇮🇹2p Italy🇮🇹🔪: His favorite switchblade is tossed back and forth like an acrobat during a finale. Rage is spilling through his pores. His ears burn as honesty comes spilling from you.

“Maybe it’s best if we can be friends. I’m romantically intertwined with Feliciano and he’s a really sweet guy and I have to take a chance with him.” Your honesty was charming just as it was brutal. It was horrible for him to think about losing you. Your melodic voice was like hearing a live chorus from the musical Baroque of the 1600s. His dream of having you with him was shattered by the idiotia constantly waving a white flag. He stabs the right arm of the chair that he was seated in and drags the knife backward. Cotton and alligator leather were ruined in the blades' wake.

He was going to give the bastard something to cry for.

Bro is going to be wine-wasted for the rest of the night and become a little violent towards anyone who is within range of him. Kuro and Lutz 100% know to stay the hell out of his way until the storm has passed.

👹👺🇯🇵2p Japan🇯🇵👺👹: Oh fuck. You essentially set off an entity that’s similar to Slenderman. Kuro is silent and brooding and his plans are gruesome, slow, and violate the human code of ethics. You were brave enough to have the conversation with him over tea. The air is tense, filled with discontent, and hate. What a waste you’d fallen the evenly keeled Kiku. He cared too much about cherry blossoms, respect, blah, blah, blah. Why would you ever date someone with a massive tree up his ass? His hand will itch for the blade. He wanted to rid the world of Kiku’s existence right that second.

“Kuro, I’ll be honest I’ve found someone who matches my energy and I’m going to work it out with Kiku. We just work well together.” His eyes shot daggers at his green tea in an attempt not to scare you. He believes he still has a chance he’ll just have to convince you. However, he couldn’t suppress his vibes which could be cut by a plastic knife it was so thick. You bit your lip and gather your nerves. You pull out some yen from your bag to cover your drink and you leave in a huff. You knew from that point onwards that nothing in your life would ever be the same.

It takes Kuro an hour to finally end his staring competition with his tea. He’s never been so bothered in his life. He blocks you on all social media and uses his alt accounts to gather intel. He isn’t going to let you go, nor will he let Kiku win.

He definitely goes home that night to destroy a few trees and maybe even a few of his own men who dared to look at him the wrong way.

🇯🇵 🌸 Japan 🌸🇯🇵 He’s stunned. He will have few words in response.

“Okay, farewell Y/N… and it really was nice to meet you.” he will politely bow and walk away.

his heart will take a while to recover through because you a catch!

☠️🇷🇺 2p Russia 🇷🇺 ☠️Jesus Christ or Holy Fuck are the only phrases that are appropriate for the bitter resentment he has for Ivan. The normally just frigid atmosphere transformed into a bitter frost that could give anyone uninitiated to the cold instant frostbite. Ice on the window appears and freezes over behind him while he grips your written letter explaining to him why you made your choice. He’s nicer, his scarf was warmer and a much more inviting light pink than his confronting red one.

Outwardly he might be tame / measured inwards he’s brooding and plotting revenge on his counterpart….Only to execute none of it. He knows what he wanted is gone and he’s far too depressed to do something about it.

He’ll stay in his office while he writes out a complex seven-point plan placing a dead a dead gladiolus flower next to each. He imagines his rival in a pool of blood to make it easier for him to sleep at night.

🇷🇺🪆🌻Russia🌻🪆🇷🇺He does his best to choke back tears. He won’t lie you sent ice-picks straight to his heart. Thoughts about being lonely swarm his mind. It hurts him because you’re a mortal he’s grown fond of that didn’t have ulterior motives to be around him. He fiddles with his scarf to avoid your lovely (eye color) hues.

“I’m going to leave Y/N, farewell.” He leaves in order to keep at least some of his pride in tact.

‘Why Viktor? He’s even more terrifying than me!’ While he mulls over not winning you over, over some Vodka on the rocks a thought crosses through him:

‘Wait a minute if that psychopath can have a lover so can I! There is still hope!’

-End-

Thank’s for reading ya’ll !

#hetalia fandom #yandere hetalia #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #hetalia imagines #hws #hetalia #ヘタリア #headingalaxys writes stuff #headingalaxys spicy #axis powers ヘタリア #ヘタリア world stars #hetalia x reader #x reader #hetalia x you #dark hetalia x you

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godsandvillains-if · 8 months

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I saw this question on someone else's if i got curious. Like what would the RO's (and poli if possible) reaction be to a virgin!MC? Because considering what they've live up till now I doubt sex was their upmost priority (not telling you what to do, in case sounds like I'm doing so, sorry i just don't know how to ask without sounding like a Karen)

Second thing, I've had this scenario in head for a while now ok, and like imagine MC going to flirt with Zodiac but confusing him with a clone Well i guess is time to give MC a small reminder of who's the real one and then is just Zodiac teasing and edging them with the help of a few clones until they either fell bad for MC or MC figures out the real Zodiac

Also despite how short the demo is (is really short I NEAD MORE) jus wanna let you know that I already have a favorite scene and i intend of drawing it (eventually)

Ps. I'd really love if you added protective hairstyles and nipple piercings

2Ps. Thank you for reading my 4am horny thoughs, i have more but i think i should probably go to sleep, good night (morning/afternoon)

3Ps. Sorry for such a long ass ask, ok now im done, good night (morning/afternoon)

Hello!! 🤗

I'll not spoil that scene with Zodiac, but the one I have in mind will play out a little bit like this with a twist... Hehe.

Protective styles will be an option, a necessary option for a MC who likes to get their hands dirty. I'll see what I can do about the piercings 🤫

Now for the scenarios, I love all about this so here we go!

Zodiac — Zodiac is a fine, fine teacher—if you know what I'm saying... But apart from that, they would approach the situation with the utmost care as to not spook the MC or make the situation even more stressful for them.

Stardom — Stardom would treasure the moment more than anything, and the friends with benefits route would take a whole another meaning to them...

Ace — From all the ROs I think Ace will be the one more understating of the situation, maybe way more than it's needed. If your MC is a virgin and you choose to bring that up during a conversation be prepared for an onslaught of "Is this okay?", "Are you comfortable?", "If you need to stop just say something. We probably should pick safe words..."

Archon — I imagine that Archon will not know what to do at first, but from what they read of the MC's past they wouldn't be surprised that that's the case. Ultimately, they will find comfort in knowing that they are in a position to show the MC that life can be more than pain.

Wildcat — Wildcat would be pretty stoked about the whole situation, they would need a minute or two to quell their excitement. After they settle down however, they would realize the weight and responsibility placed on their shoulder...

Paladin — Paladin would freeze in place, the weight of their own inexperience bearing down on their shoulders. They would ultimately confide in the MC how they are more alike than they think...

Mars — Despite what the majority may think, Mars is surprisingly versed when it comes to this matter. With a dark past of their own, they know what it is like to be forced into a situation you have little to no control over.

Thanks for the question!! 🍒

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lilac-amethyst-skies · 9 months

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Being in a relationship with 2P!Italy would include...

Only being given things that are of the best quality

Being lavished with many, many gifts

Dining at high-class restaurants

Evening conversations over two glasses of wine

Luciano becoming almost fearful of the feelings that are growing in his heart. He finds there to be much danger in emotional transparency and vulnerability.

Him taking the risk

Him finding that you will always be worth that risk every time

Always being protected

Falling in love with his eyes and the way that they look at you

Finding that Luciano has more touch-starved affection than he lets on

You being the only one who can touch Luciano (and him even letting you initiate it.)

You sometimes getting lucky enough to wake up before Luciano. He looks heavenly like that, his hair tousled boyishly along with a very young-looking, relaxed expression on his face.

Him waking up to the touch of your fingertips against his face (he’s a very light sleeper)

Enjoying early morning intimacy as this is one of the very few places where Luciano unknowingly retires a bit of control

Luciano thinking of you at work

His words making you absolutely melt during intimate moments

Luciano pushing you up against the wall

Him mouthing down the side of your neck, leaving bites

His hands gripping your hips and finding your thighs (light bruises are sure to be found later)

Luciano’s teasing

You further pulling out his playful side, allowing him to actually relax a bit

You loving that amused chuckle that rumbles through his chest

Having to navigate through Luciano’s emotionally distant episodes (but you’ll also find a poignant complexity where he’s scared of losing you at the same time, an ebb and flow of hot and cold.)

Flavio taking the time to get to know you

You getting a front row seat to Luciano and Flavio’s banter

You becoming worried that they might end up at each other’s throats when one of them seems to take it just a tad too far…

Luciano gently grasping your hand, bringing it to his lips

For your eyes only, you witnessing more and more moments of something so tender and sweet in him

#hetalia #aph hetalia #hws hetalia #2p!italy #luciano vargas #fanfiction #headcanon #hetalia x reader

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milaisreading · 4 months

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Imagine in 2p Hetalia x reader, someone hurts and insults Y/N both physically and emotionally but the 2p's are behind them and just saw the whole thing.💀☠️🔪

Warnings: Mentions of murder and I used she/her for the reader.

Hmmm, let me think for a second...

2p!Italy 🇮🇹

2p!Italy, who didn't hear exactly what was said, but saw Yn getting upset.

2p!Italy: What happened? :3

Yn: I just got told that the dress looks hideous on me. I liked the dress- LUCIANO DON'T POINT THE KNIFE AT HIS HEART

2p!Italy: The jugular vein it is then! What did you just say to her?! Repeat that?!

2p!Germany 🇩🇪

Dude, who was talking shit to Yn after he saw 2p!Germany: Who... who is that?

Yn turns around while holding her tears in: Oh... that's Lutz, he doesn't bite

2p!Germany: Yes, I do. Now, care to repeat what you just said?

2p!Japan 🇯🇵

The man doesn't even finish his 1st sentence before 2p!Japan takes out his katana

Yn: Where did you get that?!

2p!Japan: Don't worry your cute brain about it. Now, let me take revenge on the man who insulted your honor

2p!America🇺🇲

2p!America heard everything while he was stalking watching over Yn, and he held himself back from swinging his bat at the person... for now. 2 days later tho...

Yn: Allen, why is your bat red again? Did Matt prank you again and painted it?

2p!America: Sure! :D

2p!France 🇫🇷

This man would straight up start insulting the person while mixing English and French. Yn would have to hold him back from checking the person who insulted her.

2p!England 🇬🇧

Person: And not to mention that dumb hairstyle!-

Yn, at the verge of crying as the person pulled on her hair a little.

2p!England while stabbing the person in the back: Looks like I will be able to make more cupcakes soon :3

Yn, looking in surprise at the dead man and then up at 2p England: Isn't this an overkill, Oliver?

2p!England: That is not a real thing, poppet!

2p!Russia 🇷🇺

Bold of you to assume he let's Yn get near anyone, let alone a stranger. But, on the off chance she runs into the wrong person and they start insulting her and threatening her physicall well-being... Then Viktor will pull the person into an alleyway and kill them. Then he will pick up Yn and carry her back home.

2p!Russia: This is why you stay home.

2p!China 🇨🇳

2p!China, pretending to clean his ears: I must be hearing this wrong... her? An eyesore? And not belonging here? I must inform you that this is the most beautiful girl in the world! And I will not let some street rat looking asshole insult her! Do you know what she means to me?!

Basically, he starts pestering the man for two hours about what Yn means to him... later on Wang kills him, tho.

2p!Canada 🇨🇦

This man will just pull Yn away and let Kuma deal with the man...

#hetalia world series #hetalia #2p hetalia #hetalia scenarios #2p italy #2p germany #2p japan #2p america #2p england #2p france #2p russia #2p china #2p canada

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theunderneath · 2 months

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Read a few pages

Walking over to one of the tables in the room, your gaze wandered over all of the papers. You felt a little overwhelmed by all of the papers.

Jumping as a loud thud rang out into the mostly quiet cabin. You quickly turned around and sighed just seeing a book that fell off the table.

Walking over to the book, you picked up the thick novel. It didn’t seem to have any title.

Running your fingertips over the leather cover you wrapped your fingers around it and turned. You watched as the book open revealing what looked to be an index for this house.

(Some of the links for the bigger fandoms couldn't fit all here, so just click on the name and it'll take you to its own master list)

Anime

One Piece

Golden Kamuy

Hetalia / 2p Hetalia

Bleach

Yandere Aizen with a chubby Darling (Headcanon / EDITED)

Yandere Ryuken Ishida headcanon (EDITED)

Yandere Kisuke Urahara Kisses (Headcanon / NSFW-y / EDITED)

Yandere Ichigo cuddling with his Darling (Headcanon / EDITED)

Yandere Kisuke Urahara headcanons (NSFW-y / EDITED)

Demon slayer

One punch man

Most likely to least likely to give their S/O an aphrodisiac (headcanon / Sweet mask, Fubuki, Garou / NSFW / EDITED)

Garou, Fubuki, and Zombieman Darling want to play the Pocky game (Headcanon / EDITED)

Haikyuu

Nanbaka

Hunter x Hunter

My Hero Academia

FMA/Fullmetal Alchemist

A conversation about Greed being a yandere

Jujutsu Kaisen

Toji with a sassy plus-sized Darling (Headcannon / EDITED)

Poly Yandere Gojo and Geto with an S-grade sorcerer reader (Headcannon / EDITED)

Ouran highschool host club

Dress Up Darling

The Apothecary Diaries

The Ancient Magus' Bride

JJBA / Jojo's Bizzare Adventures

Darling Dearest Fashion Art

Darling Dearest Expressions Art

Black Butler

Bucchigiri?!

Marvel

X-men

Yandere Erik Lehnsherr with a reader that has the same power as him? (One shot / EDITED)

Slashers/Horror movies

Games

Danganronpa

Overwatch

Yandere Hanzo headcanons (

Resident Evil

Twisted Wonderland

Genshin Impact

Other media

SCP Foundation

Creepypasta

Yandere Masky x touched starved fem reader (Headcannon / EDITED)

Yandere Masky headcanons (

Yandere Hoodie and Eyeless Jack headcanons (

Others

Meme about blog and post

Yandere meme (Guess I’ll die)

Do I do platonic yandere?

Fanart of other people's OC (ONE, TWO, THREE)

Old OC art

Old creepy art (ONE, TWO)

Meme about SCP and my blog

100 follower special

Fanart of the white dear

Self-made art of another artist's rendition of this blog username

An artist rendition of this blog username (reblog)

Me simping over another OC called Fox (art)

Shit post Hearts Day (art)

Yandere short story

Lookism

Viral hit

Manager Kim

The index you hold in your hand closes. Your eyes feel heavy from how much reading you just did. There is not much to do now.

You could rest, maybe eat some food in the kitchen, but you have a suspicion if you leave the house and return at a later date. There might be more wonderful stories for you to read.

However, the choice is yours. You could mark this cabin on your map to return to or close the door on this chapter to continue on your journey unburdened.

The choice is yours.

#yandere marvel #yandere hetalia #male yandere #yandere 2p hetalia #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere one piece #yandere x reader #yandere x you #Masterlist #Yandere one piece #yandere creepypast #Yandere scp #yandere bleach #yandere

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hetalia-angel · 5 months

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How would yandere 2p America and yandere 1p America go about kidnapping their darling and what would trigger it?

Yandere 1p and 2p America Kidnapping

1p America!

Alfred has a hero complex and loves to save his “damsel in distress” darling from any situation that they’re in. So when darling is threatened or hurt that pushes Alfred to kidnap protect them.

For example, darling lives in a sketchy neighborhood and one night while walking home she gets mugged and a bit beat up. Alfred probably had told darling before to leave the sketchy neighborhood and come live with him instead. That time he took their answer and moved on. But now that this happened darling’s choice is completely irrelevant.

Alfred will kidnap you one of two ways. The first way is that he’ll wait until late at night when darling is dead asleep it helps that he knows everything about her schedule. Then he’ll make his move, he pushes the tip of the syringe up and flicks it to get rid of any air bubbles. With a surgeons precision he’ll insert it into darling’s arm and manages not to wake her up. He’ll take her back to his remote. ranch style house. Alfred is a big softy and will most likely feel bad for the kidnapping so he’ll pamper the crap outta darling for a while. “Baby girl, I know that chain is uncomfortable but I’ll get your favorite dinner, movie, and we can have a nice cuddle session.”

The second way he’ll kidnap darling is by inviting them over for a normal hang out session. Alfred’ll put a little something extra in their drink totally not roofie darling. Since they happily decided to spend the night with him he’ll set her up in a room that he decorated himself with all of darling’s interests. He won’t chain her up but he will keep lots of locks around the house only he knows the passcodes and keys. When darling starts asking questions about when they can go home and leave he’ll just brush it off and ask “Why do you wanna leave anyways? I have all your favorite stuff and it’s better than that cramped closet of an apartment you live in.”

2p America

Allen is nice… but in a different way from Alfred. He acts a lot like a protective older brother in a way. Allen is very teasing but also a bit passive aggressive or just aggressive.

The thing that will most likely push Allen to kidnapping his darling is jealousy. Jealousy is an ugly color on Allen. He’ll casually interrogate darling, “What’s that idiot’s name that’s been bothering you all night?” “…Um…John” “Well that ugly bastard is about to be in a whole world of hurt.”

He thinks his darling constantly being flirted with is bad enough but if Allen notices you actually like the jerk he’ll go into full yandere mode. That unlucky guy is gonna be sent to the hospital more like the alley way in 10 different pieces…

Allen is an aggressive rough guy by nature. He can’t really change it he does his best to be gently with darling but something’s don’t change.

He’ll kidnap darling by breaking into her apartment. Allen will pull the warm blankets from her face and chloroform her as she struggled beneath him. Once darling is properly knocked out she’ll be thrown over his shoulder and taken back to his home her home.

Like Alfred he might feel a bit bad but won’t admit to any mistakes. “C’mon quit complaining, Doll. So what the chain is heavy? I tucked you in with the softest blankets, why don’t I get any appreciation? Only complaints.”

Allen will be sure to make darling comfortable but also be stern. He’ll go over her new house rules and make them overwhelmingly clear.

Allen is a secret softie so he’ll be cuddling her with the softest fluffiest blankets he can find for his darling. He’ll be sure to discretely buy products darling loves. “Oh these are expensive skin care products? I didn’t even know doll face, I just bought the first ones I saw on the shelf. Happy accident I guess.”

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