Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: France (Hetalia)/Reader Characters: France (Hetalia), Reader Additional Tags: francehetaliaxreader, francexreader - Freeform, francisbonnefoy, Hetalia, Hetaliaxreader Summary:
“Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park
Thanks to all the super awesome mommas out there! Rather you’re still with us or not, we’ll always remember everything you did to get us where we are now.
You never left us, not for a moment. Even when things were almost impossible to get through, you proved everybody wrong and got through it.
❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Your love is endless, even from the other side, you’re still sending all the love in the universe to us.
Tighnari x fem! reader. Tighnari in heat. Forest chase. Smut.
a/n: And with this piece I am going to round out the night. Thank you all for following along with me today. I have gotten my inbox down to a portion where I should feel comfortable opening requests again by Friday afternoon at the latest. Please enjoy, everyone. When I was asking @kichikichiko who I should write tonight, she gave me an idea that I couldn't pass up. So here is alternative version to a Tighnari in heat request I wrote for her.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are~," Tighnari called out, lifting his nose to sniff the air. His ears pricked, his tail flicking in excitement.
There was nothing that turned him on more than chasing you down like a helpless jackrabbit for the soul purpose of breeding you while he was in heat. He could even smell how aroused you were.
He skidded to a stop when he smelt your scent growing stronger as he closed in on you. He already had plan to lure you out of hiding and into a false sense of security before he caught you.
Tighnari knew the instant he threw a rock in your direction, you'd bolt out of hiding and run straight for the cave at the bottom of the hill. What you didn't know is that there were two entrances to the cave.
Tighnari retreated behind a tree when you darted out of hiding. You'd always been so fast. He was more than ready to let you think you'd lost him in the forest. You didn't even see him or consider he was watching you. He licked his lips, waiting until you disappeared into the cave to head towards the other entrance at the back of the cave. "I'm coming for you. Wait for me, my love," he whispered.
Panting, you stopped to rest behind a large rock deep into the cave. Leaning up against it, you caught your breath, not feeling the need to cover your mouth to conceal the sound.
"I think I lost him," you whispered to a bird perching on a rock across from you. Then you made your mistake. You closed your eyes, being soothed by the sounds of the cave.
He'd stopped calling out to you. Even though you were sure you couldn't hear him, your heart still hammered in your chest.
Tighnari used the noise water droplets made when they hit the surface of something to his advantage, sniffing the air quietly.
Crouching low behind the boulder you were leaning on, he grabbed your ankle, dragging you out from behind it. "I thought I smelt something good in this cave. I found you~."
You giggled as he crawled on top of you, caging you against the ground, his hands on both sides of your head. "Look at you, you are just excited as I am. I have a feeling you couldn't wait for me to find you. I've always to catch you like this." He said, biting your lips, nuzzling his cheek against yours.
You tugged on his ears. "Are you kink shaming me, Tighnari?" You jested, tilting your head to the side to expose your throat to him in submission.
His tongue flicked out to lick at your throat, grazing his teeth against it like an animal claiming his meal. "Your quick wit alone makes you ideal to be my mate," he praised, his hands pawing at your clothes, groping around your body while he inhaled your scent, grinding his erection between your legs.
You both hastily shrugged off your clothes, grabbing his wrist before he could start preparing you with his fingers. Tighnari's ears drooped in disappointment. He'd been looking forward to tasting you on his fingers.
"You don't need to prepare me 'Nari. I'm your prize, so claim me," you pleaded, spreading your legs.
Tighnari's ears pricked again. "I can taste you later, right? You promise?" Lining the tip of his cock up with your entrance, how wet you felt practically sent him into a feral state.
Your cry of pleasure when he immediately bottomed out inside you echoed through the cave. Your legs locked around his waist.
"Our pups are going to have my ears and your eyes, I just know it. I can't wait. I can't wait. I can't wait," Tighnari chanted, pounding deeper inside of you, making a bulge poke out in your stomach.
You were drooling, your orgasm building up inside of you with a force that made you feel dizzy.
"Tighnari! 'Nari!" You cried out, your fingernails digging into his back. "Slow down...too much...I can't.." you babbled.
"I'm sorry, my love, I can't control myself. You smell too good," he said, panting and whining. He bit down on your neck, sucking and grinding his teeth. He would mark you as much as he desired.
Your orgasm broke like a twig, making your body jolt with pleasure. Even after you cried out that you were cumming, Tighnari never stopped driving himself home. He licked at the blood that started to well from grinding his teeth on your neck.
The coppery taste, and your cries of pleasure made him spill his cum inside of you, feeling delirious, but satisfied.
Slumping down on top of you, Tighnari didn't want to pull out of you just yet. He had to be sure he was spent for the sake of his future pups. He was content to lie there with you for awhile until he remembered something.
Pulling out of you, his tail tickled your skin as it wrapped around one of your thighs to keep your legs spread. He plunged his tongue between your folds, licking some left over cum back inside you, his sigh of pleasure making your clit twitch from over stimulation.
"'Nari please, I'm exhausted," you mumbled, petting his ears.
"Just a few more moments, my love. You promised me I could taste you afterwards, remember?" He reminded you, grinning up at you while he licked you clean.
No!! Not Mr. Narwhal!!
He was a good narwhal, the best narwhal. A hard-working, dedicated young man. A bright mind with a youthful soul. He will be missed.
can we have the birthday boy being presented w a cake
pairing: childe x gn!reader
a/n: this one is for the biggest childe simp i know... @kaeya-kisser
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"did you like dinner?" you ask sheepishly as you and childe clean up the dishes left over from the previous meal. childe glances over at you almost incredulously, as if he's shocked by such a question. it's your first time celebrating your lover's birthday with him as he had spent the last one in the middle of snezhnaya and you worried as to how to make it a "fun" experience, especially without his friends or family to assist in your little celebration.
"of course i liked dinner," childe says, nearly dumbfounded by your question. "you went to the effort of learning a traditional snezhnayan dish. i can already hear my mom telling me to marry you."
"oh," you say, feeling warmth rise to your face as you look away from him. the fact that childe is able to say such things so casually never fails to leave your heart racing. your lover lets out a chuckle at your embarrassed expression and gently reaches over to place a kiss to your temple.
"there's one more present," you say and childe's expression lights up, eyes widening slightly.
"you've already spoiled me so much," he whines playfully. "i'm beginning to think that you're the best present of all."
you dry your hands on the dish towel next to the two of you as he speaks, all while briefly considering throwing the piece of cloth at him for such charming words. childe understands that sweet affections are difficult for you to convey, but the way he's able to just... croon all of his with ease never fails to leave you a flustered mess (and the asshole knows this, never failing to take advantage of it.)
you let out a hum at his words. "of course i'm the best present of all, i'm me," you huff petulantly, but the sly smirk on childe's face lets you know that he can see directly through your false bravado. you ignore his cocky grin and move to the fridge before pulling out the last surprise you have left for him: a birthday cake. the cake is covered in blue buttercream frosting. in a darker shade of blue and grey rests a nice image of a narwhal on top, wearing a red and pink party hat.
you hadn't trusted yourself to do such nice frosting art by yourself, so you turned to the local liyuean bakers, who were more than happy to bake the cake with the amount of mora you nearly threw at them in return. as you turn to face childe, holding the cake carefully in your hands, you watch as his expression lights up at the sight of the cake before a wholehearted grin appears on his face at the sight of the decorations on top.
"put the cake down," he says urgently, causing you to look at him with confusion. nonetheless, you heed his orders, setting the cake carefully on the table next to you. the second it is out of your hands, you feel childe's strong arms wrap around you in a nearly bone crushing hug. before you can giggle at his actions, childe leans in even closer and presses his lips against yours. the kiss is rather harsh as his mouth explores yours almost desperately. the harbinger holds you close and, as his hands begin to roam, you realize it’s up to you to break the kiss before childe forgets about the cake.
childe looks at you with flush cheeks and a pout, doing his best to give you pleasing eyes. however, you don’t give in, instead brushing him off with a light smirk.
“i have to sing you happy birthday!” you exclaim, pulling away to find some birthday candles in the cabinet. childe reluctantly lets you go, yet he can’t bring himself to pout as you stick three candles in the cake and light them.
“i’m turning three?” he jokes, only for you to nod in response.
“yup! my favorite three-year-old and his little narwhal cake,” you tease, only for the wholly adult harbinger to look at you with narrowed eyes.
“hey,” childe huffs defiantly. “narwhals are cool.”
“yeah, duh. i’m not gonna let a dumb animal be on your birthday cake.” you agree with a roll of your eyes. childe laughs softly at your dramatic expression and you clear your throat.
“it’s time for me to sing you happy birthday. laugh at me and i’ll destroy you.” you say, giving him the single warning. however, childe’s eyes light up at the glint of a challenge.
“oh? i wasn’t planning on laughing, but if that means you’ll spar with me...” he begins, glancing at you expectantly.
“no, i’ll just shove your pretty face in the cake,” you grumble, only for childe’s eyebrows to raise.
“oh, you think i’m pretty?” he teases, only for you to look at him blankly.
“sure,” you say and the harbinger feigns indignation at your words. “anyways, here we go. happy birthday to you...”
as you hum the soft tune, childe looks at you with the most awestruck expression and, as soon as you finish, the man peppers kisses all along the side of your face.
“you’re so cute!” childe coos as he feels the flaming heat of your flustered face beneath his lips. “even cuter than mr. narwhal!”
“yeah, yeah. anyways,” you say, changing the subject despite childe’s arms still lingering. “it’s time to cut mr. narwhal open and serve the cake.”
childe’s expression drops and you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek.
“happy birthday, childe!” you say with a giggle as childe stares at the narwhal cake decoration with sad eyes. eh, maybe he’ll get over the destruction and consumption of his new friend by the time his next birthday rolls around... hopefully.
(I seem somebody else on my main page do this and got curious. I don’t know who any of these people are. Somebody please let me in on what’s going on-)
Who the heck is this? Bro hecking beautiful-
i like him a normal amount
Yay! I was wondering what you were using! :D
Thanks for sharing! <3
hii ! so, for your character texts/smau’s, what app do you use? or do you just use the message app? because i’ve been trying to find one and none of them look quite right :<
hi!! i use MemiMessage and TwiNote for twitter threads <3
also thank you everyone for the amount of attention i got on my second post!! im new to this so i wasn’t sure if i was doing stuff right but my phone blew up from all the reblogs and notes! TYSM ❣️
I seen everything 😭😭😭
GIVE ME A PLAYABLE GENSHIN CHARACTER WITH GLASSES NOW, HOYOVERSE
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No, I’m totally not crying because of how cute this is-
Taking Saramouche's hat off and putting it on your head.
(He's just staring at you like "??")
Yes, you were bored. That was a given by the way you flopped around the bed and meandered about the house. You had done everything that you thought of but nothing held your attention for long. Why were some days just so much less fun than others.
Scara sat with his back pressed into the armchair. His leg crossed as he looked over documents. It was supposed to be a day off for the both of you, but when you woke up and he was busy reviewing reports and shooing off a Fatui agent by the time you entered the living room, you knew those plans were on hold.
So, you stood by the counter and took a sip of your morning beverage while you watched him work. Rude, pay attention to me. You huffed into your drink as the thought fell to the bottom of your cup.
That's when you noticed something about his attire and the slyest idea slipped into your mind.
Carefully, you made your way toward him arms stretched outward while your feet moved as softly as they could. When you within reach, you snatched his hat that dangled in the corner of the chair and swiftly placed it on your head.
"What are you doing?" Scara asked, his tone disinterested which conflicted with his question.
"Mmm, nothing." You bit your lip and spun around, holding onto the edge of the hat to keep it in place. The weight of it threw you off and you stumbled backward with a delighted giggle.
"That's not a toy." He twisted, eyes tracking you as you moved like a freshly born fawn in the living room.
"Yeaaa, but you have to admit," skipping to the mirror you looked at your self in the reflection. Fingers testing the balance of the large circular hat before realizing it would fall without their assistance. "I do look good in this ... Even if I have to hold on."
"Come here." You did as requested, galloping around the couch and coffee table to stand in front of him. He gestured for you to lower yourself and you did, making sure your legs were comfortable on the floor as you moved in-between his. His index finger pushed up your chin and you did your best to keep the hat from falling. "Don't move, I'll show you how to wear it."
"Yay!" You smiled so grandly at him that the color of your joy found his cheeks. "I can see why you wear it," you began, watching him intently as he adjusted the large adornment on your head. "It must make you feel powerful too."
When he finished, he pulled your hands away and let you test the way it fit. You were shocked that it didn't slip and laughed again. You're eyes were closed, that's why you didn't see him move close to you nor see the devious, dangerous smile that stretched across his lips. "That's not what makes me powerful."
Another benefit of a hat this large meant that private moments like these could only be enjoyed by the two under it's shade.
I need to go there. Right. Now.
Starbucks who??? All the cool kids are drinking Iggy Coffee now 😤😤 [x]