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veetyuh · 10 months

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I think that Dylan & Arthur would probably be one of the stronger relationships in the weird web that is my idea of the UK polycule. Barely coherent headcanon rambling below.

It's a relationship that started with abuse from when Dylan hexed the ever-loving fuck out of Arthur in their youth, and followed swiftly by Dylan getting fucking conquered. So now they're forced to be together, and... unlike being resentful and contrarian like Alistair, Dylan rolls with it. Gets to know Arthur. Makes up for his previous shortcomings by turning into a model older brother. After he's conquered, Connor and Alistair view him with warm memories, but he's "too far gone." A disconnect that still kind of remains. Meanwhile Dylan still loves them as much as he used to, but he's much closer to Arthur -- even though Arthur is technically his owner. Definitely some elements of Stockholm syndrome. But the thought of him redeeming himself over the course of centuries and becoming someone Arthur can really rely on and confide in, is just so fucking good. With angst for seasoning -- Dylan still feels terribly guilty about abusing him as a kid, and is insecure about Arthur relying on others more than him. Equal parts jealous and worried that he isn't doing a good enough job. Arthur, meanwhile, feels comfortable enough around Dylan to not hold back on some of his more unhinged thoughts, and when he isn't well, or having a meltdown, he'll say or do the most heinous shit and expect Dylan to be in his corner, because Dylan is always in his corner. Which is hard to navigate, because it takes a lot to talk a narcissist like Arthur down from something without making him feel completely betrayed. But after centuries of practice, Dylan knows how to do it... Most of the time. +90% of their relationship is good and functional, and they get a lot of comfort and support from each other. So the fluff potential is off the charts, too.

There's so many facets to the relationship that it can work with pretty much any view of their sexual dynamics -- I'm a big proponent of versatile Arthur rights so naturally I can think of 1,000 different scenarios. 🥺 God I wish I was better at anatomy, they'd be fun to draw. Not that I could post the good shit here. 🙄

#waleseng #engwales #hetalia #headcanon #hws wales #hws england

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hetakinkmemeblog · 10 months

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Prompt fill 113

Magical Endeavour

Request: #113

Pairing: WalesEng

Prompt: England getting teased about his body so he drunkenly enchants clay so that however he sculpts a figure/doll, his body changes to match the doll. Wales finds it and decides to make his brother into a horny sex pet. Animal up to writer, as long as it's a mammal, but I like cow, cat, pig, dog, and bunny people most

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It had been a drunken ramble. Insecurity coming to the surface after alcohol melted away Arthur’s filter. Or so Dylan thought. But the next morning, he found his brother passed out on the floor of their magic lair, pantless, only a dress shirt covering him and a lump of clay beside him. Dylan knew that was no ordinary clay.

He cradled the clay in his hands. So much power right there. He looked over to Arthur all curled up and fast asleep. Like a little kitten.

Dylan had an idea. He rubbed the clay until it was nice and warm. Even the slightest touch seemed to affect Arthur as he whimpered in his sleep. Dylan couldn’t help but chuckle at the reactions. He was already so cute. And Dylan was only going to make him cuter.

For the next half-hour, he carved away at the clay, sculpting it perfectly with his magic until he had a small replica of Arthur except he had added cat ears, whiskers, and a tail. His creation finally complete, he looked over to Arthur to see if he had really transformed.

Arthur lay sprawled out, cheeks flushed and whiskered, cat ears protruding from his head, and a fluffy tail protruding from his lower back.

Dylan smirked, licking his lips hungrily. He murmured his own enchantment into the clay to add a bit more fun. Arthur’s cock sprung up, fully erect. Now he was perfect.

Arthur slowly opened his eyes, cracks of green exposed. He rolled onto his stomach and stretched out his arms, thrusting his butt into the air tail swaying slightly like a cat just awoken from its nap. He stood on all fours, stretching each leg before realizing just how hard he was. Arthur whined, crawling over to where Dylan was seated, rubbing his cheek against his knee.

“Awww…What a cute little kitten you make,” he cooed, scratching Arthur behind his cat ears. Arthur purred slightly butting his head further into Dylan’s hand. “And so affectionate. Maybe I should do this more often.”

Arthur whimpered again, eyes looking up at Dylan, hazy and pleading.

“You can still use your words, can’t you pet?” Dylan asked, scratching Arthur’s chin. Arthur’s purrs only grew louder, eyes fluttering closed, inhibition melting away.

“Please…Please, Master. Fuck me.”

The ‘Master’ was a nice touch he wasn't expecting. “Oh? Well, I think you have to do something for me first.”

Arthur tilted his head, eyes blinking slowly.

Dylan unbuckled his pants, pulling them and his underwear down letting his half-hard cock free. “Suck,” he commanded.

Arthur bit his lip, staring at the cock in front of him.

“Come now, be a good boy,” Dylan pressed gently.

Arthur licked his lips, positioning himself between Dylan's legs. He looked good there. Hands curling into Arthur’s hair, he pulled him closer. Arthur opened his mouth, tongue jutting out slightly as he took the tip of Dylan’s cock into his mouth.

Even his tongue felt like a cat's. A little coarse, but it felt good when it circled around Dylan's dick. He couldn't help but gasp, throwing his head back as his pet worked up and down his shaft. So the rumours he heard whispered amongst gossiping nations were true. Arthur had quite the talented mouth when you got him to shut up and take it.

Arthur licked along the underside of Dylan’s cock before finally taking the whole thing in his mouth. That new tongue was quite the sensation. At this rate, he wasn’t going to last long. He pushed Arthur away. Arthur looked up, tongue still hanging out, a bit of drool trickling out of the corner of his mouth.

Dylan smiled, thumbing away the drool, cradling Arthur’s jaw, admiring his pet’s honest, lust-filled expression. “So cute,” he mused, “Now for your reward.”

Arthur’s ears twitched, pupils widening.

Dylan patted his lap, and Arthur immediately jumped into it. Straddling his lap, Arthur couldn’t hold back anymore, grinding against Dylan's leg. Desperate for any kind of stimulation. Like he was in heat. If it was possible, it only turned Dylan on more.

“Now Now…Patience pet,” Dylan chastised, gripping Arthur’s hips firmly. “I don’t want to break you after all. At least not yet.”

Arthur’s dick twitched. Dylan smirked. “I suppose they don’t call you the ‘Erotic Ambassador’ for nothing, my pervy pet. You like it rough don’t you?”

The Brit just mewled.

Dylan gripped his hair tight, tugging him closer. Arthur let out a pained cry.

“Use your words,” Dylan demanded, whispering low in his ear.

“Yes.”

“Good. But I still need to prepare you. Fetch me the lube. I know you hide some in here.”

Arthur hung his head, cheeks flushing even darker as he climbed off Dylan’s lap. Even in this state, some of Arthur’s core personality still lingered. And Dylan wouldn’t have it any other way. An embarrassed Arthur was a cute Arthur. He grabbed a small vile from one of the usually locked drawers.

“Prepare yourself for me,” Dylan continued, “And make a show of it.”

Arthur bit his lip but eagerly obeyed. He poured the lube over his fingers, resting his other hand on Dylan’s shoulder to steady himself as he worked himself open. Eyes fluttered closed, jaw hung open in a soundless moan, head thrown back. It was a beautiful sight.

The Welshman couldn’t help but bite down on Arthur’s exposed neck. Arthur let out another cry, nails digging into Dylan’s shoulder. It was a delicious stab that went straight to Dylan’s groin. Feeling impatient, he pulled his pet back down onto his lap.

Arthur gasped, instinctively removing his fingers.

Dylan caressed Arthur’s chin. “Now it's time for my pet’s reward.”

He laid Arthur down on the couch gently. He threw Arthur’s legs over his shoulder. Stealing some of the lube, he lathered up his cock and pressed in hard and fast. Arthur arched up, eyes flying open, a tight scream escaping his throat.

“Easy…Easy darling,” Dylan hushed, rubbing Arthur’s hips gently.

Arthur whimpered, short pants huffing out, eyes clenched closed. Perhaps he had gone in a little too rough.

Dylan leaned forward, capturing Arthur’s lips in a soothing kiss. Lips parted slightly, licking at his bottom lip. Arthur mewled into it, arms wrapping tightly around Dylan’s neck, pulling him deeper into him. Dylan groaned, feeling his brother tighten around him, pulling him in.

He gave an experimental thrust into Arthur’s tight hole. Slow, wanting to make sure Arthur was ready. Arthur moaned breathily, bucking his hips desperately.

Dylan chuckled, holding down Arthur’s hips. “Use your words pet.”

“Move. Movemovemovemove.”

“Manners.”

“Please,” Arthur cried desperately, “P-Please move.”

How could Dylan deny such a polite request? He snapped his hips fast, pressing into Arthur even further. He set a relentless pace knowing just how much his little pet liked it rough. He claimed Arthur’s lips hungrily, thrusting his tongue into his mouth and laying claim. He may have seen himself as a patient man, but who could wait when such a delectable little thing was laid before them all red and hazy-eyed?

Arthur licked at Dylan’s invasive tongue, almost literally drinking him in, nails jabbing into Dylan’s neck.

“Such a needy little thing,” Dylan cooed, pressing a kiss to Arthur’s forehead. He pressed Arthur’s legs into his chest, thrusting in even deeper. In and out in quick succession, causing Arthur to scream incoherently, tongue hanging out, drooling, tears pricking along his lashes. Dylan never noticed just how long they were until now. “Beautiful…”

Arthur kept tightening around him, and though he was as deep as he could be, Arthur’s hole kept pulling him in.

“What a greedy kitten I have,” Dylan whispered, “But I wouldn’t have it any other way. Taking me so good.”

Arthur just moaned, his mind melted beyond words.

He could make this go on, deny Arthur release. And in any other circumstance, he would. But his was new for both of them. He wasn’t going to be too cruel now.

“Now be a good kitten and come for me.” Dylan reached between Arthur’s legs, giving his neglected cock a few firm strokes that finally gave his pet the release he had been craving. He came with a breathy cry of Dylan’s name.

Such a wonderful sound. Dylan picked up his speed even more, thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own pleasure. Arthur twitched around him, overstimulated, while the rest of his body melted into the couch.

Dylan murmured half-complete praises, so close, panting hard. His grip on Arthur’s hips, bruising. Arthur gasped and moaned softly.

Finally, Dylan came, biting hard on Arthur’s neck. It would surely leave a mark for a few days, but in the heat of the moment, Dylan didn’t care.

He pulled out, sitting back and admiring the mess he made of his little brother. He caressed Arthur’s face gently, thumbing away tears. Arthur leaned into the touch. Fingers trailed down to the bite mark. Arthur winced.

“Sorry love…I got a little carried away.”

“You think?" Arthur finally grumbled, "What the fuck did you do to me?”

Ah, there was his fierceness. He had almost missed it even though he enjoyed seeing Arthur more docile.

“Just…experimenting…with that clay of yours.”

“Clay–Wait shit. D-Did I really…”

Dylan giggled and got up to collect the clay. “Mhm. Don’t worry I didn’t do anything too crazy, just the cat ears and tail.”

Arthur’s cat ears pulled back, eyes narrowing.

“Don’t give me that look, Arthur…You enjoyed it, didn’t you? Having your inhibition taken away, letting yourself enjoy being thoroughly fucked and taken care of without that pesky ego of yours getting in the way of our fun.”

Arthur pouted, huffing as he crossed his arms. “M-Maybe…but…”

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. I want to keep this side of you to myself after all.”

“Jealous bastard.”

Dylan just smiled, pulling Arthur onto his lap again. He was met with no fight. “Maybe…But you’re just as so. And you like when I'm possessive.”

“Just shut up,” Arthur growled, pressing a heated kiss against Dylan’s lips. Dylan melted into it, parting his lips slightly, deepening the kiss. Arthur whimpered slightly, cock hardening once more.

“Someone seems to want another round.”

“Just get to it.”

"With pleasure. I won't go so easy on you this time."

Arthur smirked as he was laid on the couch again. "Do your worst."

#prompt 113 #hws wales #aph england #hws england #aph wales #waleseng #filled prompts #hetalia kink meme #hetalia

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justvibingwhilecrying · 1 year

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Completely platonic and brotherly love

#my art #hetalia #waleseng #hws england #hws wales

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fireandspiceland · 1 year

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Let’s talk about waleseng cause I’ve been thinking about how blurred the limits between their relationships are. And I don’t even mean it in a toxic or fucked up way. As much as I love Dylan being a bit too obsessed and Arthur enjoying being the centre of his affection a bit too much, I want to explore a different side of their relationship cause I’m feeling like a melting ice cube today

When England was little Wales was his guardian. His caretaker. Have there been brotherly feelings between them? Maybe. Probably. But as England grows up and closer in (physical) age to Wales they also become friends.

Wales shows England how to use the magic they can control and introduces him to fairies and ghosts and nature.. tries to teach him how to cook and bake. With not so much success in terms of edibility and an appetising look at first, but England’s just so proud and cute when he gets to share his own creations with Wales.

England has so much adoration for Wales and yes, he tries to hide it because he doesn’t know how to deal with the feeling of wanting another being around. Of wanting him to stay close.

And then there’s Wales who starts noticing the changes in England’s behaviour around him when they are less and less subtile. He doesn’t want to see them at first because he’s the on who raised him like a brother, maybe a son, but that’s not what this is. Not anymore.

It’s just so interesting to see their relationship go from adoptive sibling/guardian/caretaker whatever you want to call it to a real family. To friends, best friends even. There’s adoration, deep trust, a feeling of safety and belonging. There’s innocent feelings turning into wanting to be close to each other. Dancing around one another not knowing if this is what they are supposed to feel.

Waleseng is only noticing that they are not just family or just friends when there’s already no way to take a step back anymore.

#aph england #aph wales #waleseng #hetalia #it’s not even wfsn but I’ll still put it here cause it feels more private..#I say to 300+ people 🤦‍♀️#anyway #riva.txt

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spicykat9 · 1 year

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England Ai really likes rope. And chairs. And tying people to them. And rendering his brothers to flustered messes.

Ah yes...Sounds like Arthur. He loves tying up his partners.

Again though, I really think Arthur is the bratty sub to doms Dylan and Allie.

#scoteng #waleseng #uk bros polycule #as much as I love dom Arthur #can't see the brothers standing for it #or well...Arthur is much more willing to sub for Dylan #because he trusts him a lot like that #hws england #hws wales #hws scotland #headcanons #hetalia headcanons

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bigein · 2 years

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Poltergeist for your omegaverse WalesEng please 👉👈????

Poltergeist: What was the last sex toy [they] bought? The first? If [they] don't own one and want to, what would [they] buy?

I hadn't considered sex toys for this AU! So i hope you'll forgive that the sex toys stay in the realm of dirty talk and fantasy in this wee instalment xx

(as a reminder: both of the lads are trans, only Arthur is an Omega. Dai is an Alpha.)

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Daffyd's lips plead his case, trailing slowly down the side of Arthur's throat. His hands knead the soft flesh of his thighs.

"Oh, love," he sighs. "You're burning."

Arthur clenches his jaw when he swallows; shuts his eyes tight against the offer.

"I think..." Arthur's voice trails off. Dai's fingers are gentle on him, slipping past swollen lips and dampened curls to thumb at the length of him.

"Hm?" Arthur can hear the smile in Dai's voice. "What's that, love?"

"Give me your mouth," he begs, and wouldn't usually only he can feel himself slipping, his hips hitching up to chase Daffyd's hand. "Your fingers. Your tongue."

Daffyd's sigh breaks into a moan and if Arthur wasn't limbless he would push him down on the bed and mount him; press them tight so they could take their pleasure in tandem, hot and slick against each other. Dai's cock is short but his knot is thick. Arthur wants to fuck himself on it until his thighs shake. He wants it to hurt.

"Hush," Daffyd kisses his shoulder. "Be sweet for me, be good."

The heat of his body is a balm and the rhythm of his fingers relief, slowly coaxing Arthur's hips into stillness. There is no pleasure to chase when it drips golden through him with every shift of Dai's knuckles. Leaning back against him Arthur wonders if this is how he makes himself cum, kneading slick between the lips of his cunt while his cock kisses the inside of his wrist. Arthur could.

"Dai," he whispers without urgency, past pleading now and cajoling.

He turns his face to bury his nose against Daffyd's jaw, breathing in his familiar scent and stealing a taste of his skin. One of his hands dips low to slot their fingers together, the other reaches back to hold Daffyd's hip.

"I'd have you fuck me." Daffyd's voice is tight with arousal. "Any other time I'd be the one keening for your touch and still, even now, I'd have you fuck me before I give you what you need. Plump up your cock with my lips, a toy. Suck and pull on you until you throb then have you rut between my legs like a pup on his first rut." His narration hitches on a moan, two of his fingers sinking into Arthur alongside of of his; his thumb presses hard into the sensitive underside of Arthur's cock like it's punishment. "How long, do you think, until you'd beg me? As you are now, hot and slick and sore."

For all his talk, Daffyd does not even play at resistance when Arthur twists in his hold and pushes him down against the mussed bedding.

"Off," Arthur growls, pulling at the fastenings of his trousers and shoving them down like they have personally offended him. "Get these off, damn you, why are you even—" Daffyd does not move a finger to help, only raises his hips when Arthur needs him to with a good-natured laugh. "—dressed!"

"Well, love." His eyes crinkle when he smiles. "You've been rather indisposed these past couple of days and someone has to pick up your slack."

Arthur bites Dai's smile, grunting something that sounds like a curse under his breath.

#waleseng #aph wales #aph england #hws wales #hws england #arthur kirkland #daffyd howell #or rhys howell? the debate in my head continues #he's dai still in this one #honourary addition to the sucktember prompts bless #does the noble str*ker not deserve a mention in a world of d*ld*os and vibes #if i wrote this into an AU proper I'd probably make Dai a beta #maybe

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