#2p Denmark
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Hello! I was hoping if you would be willing to do the 2p Nordics with a very short s/o? NSFW if possible!
Of course! I hope you enjoy this :D fair warning tho I'm tall so I naturally don't have a lot of experience with being short ^^;;;
2p Denmark/Markell Køhler
He likes it a little too much in the wrong way (cough pervert cough)
He thinks that you being tinier than him is cute, and he will make you wear cute stuff and then fuck you in it, the size difference turns him on
2p Finland/Thurston Väinämöinen
He's already short enough as it is and he hates it, thinks it makes him look weak. That also applies to a possible SO, you would ideally be tall and lean so you can defend yourself and fight of course
He likes it in the bedroom kinda, he prefers having power over you, but that's about it, he'd still fuck you regardless of height, he just finds taller people to be better mates
2p Iceland/Erikur Steillson
Also prefers an SO who is shorter than him, so you're in luck, because he definitely enjoys the power trip of having a shorter SO both inside and outside the bedroom
It also makes it much easier to kidnap you and tie you to the bed until you agree to be his. His communication skills are shit, blame Loki for that one. Actually none of them really taught him any of that
2p Norway/Loki Thomassen
He doesn't have a preference for height other than it being close to his own. You can be as short as you like and he'll still kidnap you, force a love potion on you and then treat you like his most precious play thing
A short SO definitely also gets the short end of the stick, as he overpowers them more easily that way, size matters in this case
2p Sweden/Bernard Oxenstierna
His preferences lean towards a shorter SO but it's not really as outspoken as some of the others preferences. Mostly he likes picking up a short SO and swinging you around like in a dance and also because it's easier to move you around during sex if you're small
His yandere tendencies also have him leaning towards shorter people, they are easier to control physically. It's gonna be fun that day a short person absolutely wrecks him because he thinks them a weakling
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I'm a little late for mermay, can you do mermaid or pirate Nordics falling in love with an Octomer darling that they've seen occasionally above water ( the darling prefers not to be seen around the surface to much, they prefer to be in deep waters. ). You can decide if you want them yandere or not.
Happy Mermay to one and all. Let the warm ocean waves carry you away to the lagoons full of colors and fun.
It’s never too late!! As I write this almost a year later… I also mixed the ideas of pirates and mermaids around. Same with Yandere and non, I hope you don’t mind.
The smell of salt and subtle sulfur accompanied the ocean’s crashing waves like the scent of fresh popcorn at a busy theater. The grey stones were warm and smooth as (Y/N) basked upon them.
Stretching and curling her inky tentacles, she shifted more fully onto the tiny, sea stack. Cozy in nature’s embrace, the great Cecelia of the North Sea allowed her eyes to flutter shut to the sea’s lullaby.
Blissfully unaware of the eyes.
Eyes that were full of a painful longing that burned like the dying remains of an oil fire on a starless ocean night. Maybe… He thought they could be together. Maybe, their worlds could be one.
Yandere
Denmark: The cacophony of loud howls and jeers shocked (Y/N) awake. Scrambling with contracting leucophores turning her body whiter than seafoam to escape the quickly approaching wooden whaler.
Instead of diving off the rocks into the cool sea, the Cecelia smashed into the thick, coarse, rope net. As the fibers tightened around her flexible body (Y/N) screamed and flailed.
Her sharp claws did nothing against the harsh strands as she was lifted away from the depths.
Louder the cheers became as she swung above the rowdy crew. Their hands reached to pull at (Y/N)’s form, in return, she gnashed her sharp teeth at them. Clawing for any flesh to destroy in hopes that creating fear would cause them to return her to the sea.
Each strike was like a failed hunt as each swipe became more sluggish. She thought the torture would never end when a loud voice called for the men to stop.
Silently, all eyes turned to the wheelhouse. She shivered as the blond man stepped down the wooden steps, walking closer. His men moved aside like fish before a shark. Though, she was the only prey in his violet-blue gaze.
Frozen she watched as he slowly reached out his scarred hand. The callous palm rested on her cold, moist tentacle seeming to savor her.
(Y/N) hissed and lunged causing the net to sway. Grinning as her claws dripped red from catching the captain's hand.
His men somehow became stiller than a sea before a hurricane, and the Great Cecelia paid them no mind. Focused on her small win.
The captain looked at his injured hand before chuckling. Loudly it rang through the silence before the crew joined like terrified seagulls.
“Thank min havkanin for the mark, but” He turned to the men behind him. “I think you need time to calm down. Don't you lot agree?!"
The chorus was louder than any whale song as the men affirmed their captain.
"Then to the tank!" He yelled, before licking the blood off his hand.
Smiling as he made eye contact with (Y/N).
Sweden: As the sun passed its peak, (Y/N) awoke to the feeling of her tightened skin as it dried. Stretching should have been relaxing, but the state of her skin was more akin to a fresh sunburn after a nap in the summer.
Sluggishly she slunk back to the depths, shivering as the cold enveloped her. Quickly, her body readjusted to its primary environment, swirling in a graceful twirl as she sank to the seafloor.
The sand puffed like a smoke cloud as she rested, observing the blue world as a rumble came from her stomach.
A familiar scent bloomed like an anemone across the current. Blood, fresh and fishy.
Eyes dilated, (Y/N) followed the scent. Wondering if the injured being would be simple prey, or if would it lead her to a feeding frenzy that should be avoided.
Around the stones and across the sand, she glided. Stopping when the source was in sight.
A small, silver herring speared on what appeared to be a string of crystal struggled in front of a dark tube.
(Y/N) stalked closer, her curiosity pushing aside any fear as she reached for the fish. Her hand was a breath away when the fish was snagged back.
She blinked. Stunned, but that nagging of wanting, pushed her on. Forcing her way into the dark tube.
The fish glinted in the low light. Slowly, she again reached forward. Fingertips grazed the smooth scales when a loud bang turned her world black.
Gasping, (Y/N) turned and pushed against the now-closed entrance. Whimpers and cries hurting her throat from overuse. Deafening her from the subtle scrapping.
A sudden jostle banged her against the end of the trap as she was again exposed to the light.
Her hands pressed against the now clear sides to stabilize against the rocking movement. Her eyes froze on the whitetip shark man that was carrying her away.
His sharp smile offered no comfort as his muffled voice spoke to her.
“Ready to go home sjöstjärna?”
Norway: Those thoughts of oneness rang through his mind like a belled buoy during a storm. Creating visions of a happy future that were as vivid as lighting.
Lidolf swam closer, timing his strokes with the tide. Hoping the foam hid his black-and-white form.
As the cetacean was stilled by the pile of stone, he monitored his future mate for movement. Slowly he lifted his hands over the rocks, dropping drops of seawater onto them. Hovering over her hips.
There was no hesitation as Lidolf clamped down. Digging his claws into her soft flesh as he ripped her away from the world above.
The blond orca laughed as his manet began her panicked struggle. Her teeth and claws only left scratches in his blubbery hide.
He forced her head close as he nuzzled her neck, rapidly swimming off. Taking her away far from the warmth above while speaking promises of their new home.
Hours passed as the water chilled and large ice floats appeared, and (Y/N) began to weaken from the struggle. Her voice felt hoarse from screaming curses and insults at her captor. The Cecealia’s tentacles and arms hung limply with bruised tips.
With heavy eyes, (Y/N) noted how the never-quiet Lidolf had silenced himself. His face was stoic with focus as he gazed at different floats.
Suddenly, he popped up with a “That’s it!” and rushed between two colliding bergs. Turning sharply to the left before swimming into a large iceberg, that was protected by thick floats.
Once deep within the icy wall, (Y/N) felt Lidolf finally release his titanium grip. She seized the opportunity, pushing his arms aside. Putting distance between her and the orca male.
Eye to eye, they remained in a standoff. (Y/N) tensed as Lidolf spread his arms, welcoming her to their icy home.
“As I told you hours ago, I’m not your MATE!”
Dashing, (Y/N) used her tentacles to propel herself forward and around the crazed merman reaching for her again.
The chase felt one-sided as (Y/N) twisted and turned looking for the exit, and waiting for the orca to pull her back. Bite her with a claim and drag her deeper in.
Looking back, that would have been a daydream compared to the nightmare he used.
She had reached the exit, ready to bolt into the dark sea when his voice bounced off the ice in a language unknown to modern sea life. As quickly as it rumbled, it faded. Leaving (Y/N) frozen in silence.
When nothing happened, (Y/N) cautiously shuffled. She placed one tentacle out into the unknown, allowing it to curl against the uneven surface. The moment it settled, she screamed.
Burning, red sigils ran up her form like fire racing over oil causing her to collapse against the berg.
Panting, shaking (Y/N) was vulnerable to the gentle arms that scooped her. Tightly she was cradled against Lidolf, as he placed kisses along her hairline. Murmuring Norwegian comforts.
“What have you done to me?”
Clicking, Lidolf nuzzled her once more. “Making sure min manet stays home.”
Iceland: (Y/N) scrunched her face as a small, warm current of air blew across her face. It didn’t last long before it disappeared, but that peace also didn’t last as another blew across her face. The Cecelia groaned and swatted the air hoping that the breeze came from a stubborn bug or stupid gull.
As her arm came down again, a deep giggle erupted like metal being dropped on a tile.
She snapped to attention like a spooked alligator. Nose to nose, she was with a charcoal-haired merman that had the brightest yellow eyes that she had ever seen.
“Who are you!?”
“Me?!” Cocked the cetacean male while putting his hand on his thin chest. “I’m Erlingr, sjókindin mín.”
Umming, (Y/N) opened her mouth to question the strange name forced upon her when Erlingr leaned forward. Their noses almost touched again.
“Do you wanna play a game?”
His request sounded innocent, but something in the tone wasn’t. Like a stranger holding candy doesn’t appear harmful, there is something about him that causes the skin to prickle.
“No,” (Y/N) shook as she slowly sunk back into the sea. “I’ve got to go.”
Her endeavor for distance was halted when Erlingr popped up in a flurry of bubbles.
He questioned why not, there is no harm in having fun.
Again, (Y/N) pushed back. Claiming she had to go hunt and reset her cove.
With each excuse (Y/N) could see how his fists tightened and he drew ever closer. Forcing her against the stone and blocking all exits.
There was no space left for breathing and she snapped at the skinny dolphin. Demanding he let her go with a futile push.
Erlingr leaned back and smiled showing his sharp teeth. “If you win my game, I will. But…”
“But?”
“If you fail, you come home with me.”
Finland: The sea’s movement may have rocked the dingy, but the man within paid it no mind. Instead, his mind was occupied by his merienkelini on the stone. Her sleeping form would make his work so much easier.
Carefully, the Finnish pirate lifted the modified musket from the wooden floor. Adjusted the weapon for perfect alignment despite the constant motion of the ocean.
Click, boom!
The dart flew and hit (Y/N). The dart scraping only woke her a moment before the medication within knocked her back into dreamland.
Within minutes Niilo had rowed his boat to the sea stack. Tying it to the rock as he moved his prize onto the wet floor.
He smiled at her unconscious form before reaching for the small flare under his seat.
Another series of clicks and boom turned the sky a flash red.
His crew would be here soon, and hopefully, his merienkelini will enjoy her tank.
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Denmark: Underneath the waves circled a blunt-nosed six-gill merman. His pale and tan countershading blended him in well with the sand as he stared at the being above the waves. Paying no mind to the mackerel that struggled in his right hand.
Breathing deeply, he floated to the surface, dragging the panicking fish with him. A look of determination in his violet-blue eyes as he closed in on Cecelia.
Using his hands, Markell lifted himself to be level with the stone top. Eye to eye he was with the now awoken mermaid.
For a moment he stared, savoring the way her head cocked to the side with droopy eyes made her look like a newborn seal pup.
“Umm… Can I help you?”
Blinking, Markell nodded before slamming the mackerel on the stone. Dazing the large fish.
“Care to share a meal, havkanin?”
Sweden: Before slumber can fully pull (Y/N) under its spell, a gentle hum rose above the crashing wave. At first, she tried ignoring it thinking it was nothing more than a passing cruise celebrating some odd human milestone. But as the singing grew louder she twitched.
Once, then twice as the serenade continued its crescendo.
The great Cecelia slowly lifted herself on to her arms. Cautiously, glancing around the ocean surface for the owner of the voice.
To her surprise, it was not from a great yacht, but a small dingy that bounced against the gentle waves. Inside sat a man dressed in a blue captain’s coat with a peacock feather in his black tricorne. He smiled as his voice carried tales of pirates and their adventures.
Seemingly unnoticed, (Y/N) swam closer, quietly propelled by her tentacles. As the wooden side became eye level, she reached out and held to the smooth side.
Her grip bumped the boat, causing (Y/N) to wince as the soothing siren stopped.
A dark shadow overhead caused her to look up.
The man’s face was under the sea looking directly into her (E/C) eyes. His black-framed glasses almost floated away from his own gun-steel eyes.
“Hello, sjöstjärna!” He bubbled.
Norway: Explosions rang loud like thunder and threw up water in the form of splashes like a reverse rainstorm. The aftershocks caused the sea stack to sway before it crumbled, throwing (Y/N) back into the freezing depths.
She gasped, watching as the marine life fled before the sinking balls of iron. Hastily resurfacing, (Y/N) turned in multiple circles, looking for the cause of the chaos.
Before she could locate anything, a screaming whistle forced her back into the water. The splash from above allowed for an easy dodge of the sinking cannonball.
As more iron rained from above, (Y/N) dove deep, hiding within the remains of the stack.
It felt like hours as she hid from the surface violence.
Eventually, the fury above slowed to a drizzle of metal before stopping altogether with darkness.
Biting her lip (Y/N) slowly placed a tentacle in the exposed sand. Resting it for a second before quickly pulling it back. Hesitantly she repeated the process with more of her body until she was able to gaze up.
Above was the bottom of a large vessel. Its dark wood appeared well sealed but covered in barnacles like the great whales.
In an almost crawl, she swam to the side of the boat and surfaced. To be greeted once more by a splash.
Her attempt to bolt back to the newly formed cave was spoiled by warm flesh.
Thrashing, (Y/N) realized that one of the humans had grabbed her. Holding her in a grip that rivaled her own.
Teeth gnashing, (Y/N) arched backward. Ready to soak those ivory points red when she froze like stunned prey.
Scars.
All over they covered him like stripes on a sand tiger. (Y/N) expected someone like this to be ready to kill her, drag her from the sea, and skewer her like pork on a spit. Yet, he smiled and gazed at her like a lost treasure finally found.
The strange man took advantage of the confusion, bringing her back to the surface. He took a deep breath to restore what he lost while under the waves.
Her confusion deepened like an abyss when with no introduction, he made a request.
“Are you willing to join me on a quest, Manet?”
Iceland: (Y/N) choked on the air as a sudden splash awoke her from the world of dreams. Her (h/c) hair clung to her like a second skin as she coughed up the coarse irritation that had taken residency in her throat.
A simple sweep of her hand not only corrected her dripping hair but also allowed her to take in the odd sight before her.
It was a skinny, young man, barely in years of adulthood. His bright, magma-yellow eyes looked like they should have popped, but instead, they were sunk in from starvation. Dark hair that must have once rivaled pure ebony looked more like an off-grey from days of grime.
Yet, despite the obvious suffering he smiled at her with Labrador energy.
“Hi!” he greeted as he reached for her arms. Missing as (Y/N) drew them closer to herself. “My name's Erlingr but call me Eri!”
(Y/N) continued to curl in on herself as she gave the young man a bombastic side-eye. “H-h-how did you get here?”
Erlingr’s smile somehow got bigger as he told the tale of his older brother, Lidolf leaving him behind. Claiming that his senior had ordered him to guard their treasure until his return. Which he believed would be any day now.
“Are you sure? It sounds like he stranded you to die?”
The stranded pirate sputtered in offense. “Of course not! Lidolf loves me, and even if he tried our brothers would have stopped him!”
(Y/N) couldn’t help but raise a brow at the lone man. “Ookay then… But why engage with me then?”
“Because I’m alone, and I see that you’re always alone. And I thought someone as pretty as you, sjókindin, shouldn’t be alone.”
Now, it was (Y/N)’s turn to feel offended as she felt heat flush under her skin. “WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I’M ALONE!”
“Well…” Erlingr started. “For the last month I’ve been here, I’ve never seen you talk to or interact with anything.”
(Y/N) attempted to argue that was only on the surface. Under the sea, there was plenty of social activity for the cecealia.
But, he rebutted by mentioning how in a twenty-four-hour period, she was either above the surface or near it for at least eighteen hours. Which meant she was sleeping in a den the rest of the time.
Dumbfounded, the mer could only stare in confused silence. How was she supposed to respond to him?
“So, you wanna be friends?”
Finland: (Y/N) felt something rough against her tentacles that rested in the tide. Startled and wide awake she glanced around the surface, looking for suspicious shadows.
There was nothing. Not a wave off beat, splash uncounted, and floating object unnoticed.
Still, the prickling feeling lingered as her chest tightened. She felt like she was gazing into the face of her executioner as she leaned closer to the sea. Hoping a closer view would expel her fears.
(Y/N) gasped as her hearts raced when a shark silhouette erupted from the darkness. Its large, serrated teeth sawing into her tentacles as momentum breached the fish from the ocean.
Together cecealia and shark flew in an arch before crashing back into the water below. An array of bubbles, ink, and blood blinded (Y/N) as she thrashed. The shark chomped and shook (Y/N) like a treat filled chew toy.
She tried to claw at the dead eyes while screeching like a banshee, but it was futile against the shark’s shakes.
As the water transformed from a dark purple to a cloudy ruby, (Y/N)’s vision was overtaken by black spots. She could feel the knife-like teeth cleave deeper into her flesh, about to sever it.
WHAM!
The red cloud split as she sank, free from death’s jaws.
Her numbing mind attempted to process the lone, long figure fighting off her predator. His claws gliding through the shark skin like it was soggy paper, leaving red tides in the wake.
The vision spots had changed to a growing dark edge. Gradually it took over, leaving her alone with the final sound she heard was a haunting howl.
The darkness remained for (Y/N) as she contemplated whether the pain she felt was meant as a punishment in death or that she had survived the fearsome beast. If it was the latter, how many hours had it been, and how did she?
“I know you’re awake merienkelini.”
(Y/N)’s (E/C) eye cracked open revealing a simple cave. Its grey walls had been craved from centuries of tiny movements, but that wasn’t what held her interest.
The long, Harbour Porpoise merman that watched her with crossed arms did. As she stared at the annoyed man, faded scars became obvious. They littered his pale human half and speckled down to the grey and white tail.
“Um… How did I get here?”
The merman rolled his red eyes as he scoffed. “Did the shark tango really take that much out of you?”
“Yes.” She murmured, looking down at her seaweed-bandaged body. Wincing at the loss of three tentacles.
The sound of a disgruntled sigh and shuffle of movement brought her attention back to him.
“Names Niilo and…” He sighed again with a small blush. “I guess you can stay with me until you’ve recovered.”
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Sweet Treats
October 26 Prompt: sweets & candy • demons • witching hour
Character(s): 2P Denmark/1P Finland (Mikkel Winther/Timo Pöllönen), Vantaa oc (Ilona Winther-Pöllönen)
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Mikkel smiled, leaning against Timo. A soft smile crossed the other’s face as he kissed his husband’s cheek. They're currently sitting on the couch by the fireplace with their daughter nearby. Ilona looked up at her parents as she ate her candy. A soft smile crossed Mikkel's face. He ruffled her hair. Ilona giggled and smiled.
"I'll be right back," Timo said and got up, walking out of the room. "Alright," Mikkel said. "You love isä, right?" Ilona asked. "Why wouldn't I?" Mikkel asked. A hum from Ilona. "I can tell. You look at him the same way he looks at you." "I-" Mikkel didn't say anything else. Instead, he blushed. When Timo came back, he was holding something. "Mikkel, I got you something," he said with a hint of sweetness in his voice. Purple eyes look at the shorter male to see he's holding a plate of cookies. "Those are for me?" Mikkel asked. "Yes, they are," Timo said and set the plate in front of Mikkel.
Smiling, Mikkel started eating the cookies. Timo smiled and watched his husband, a loving look on his face.
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Water Tribe boys
Teodor/Bulgaria (Northern Water Tribe prince), Tino/Finland, Mikkel/2P Denmark (Aren's waterbending teacher), Matthias/Denmark (the only nonbender of the water benders)
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Death
Oct. 26 Prompt: should be dead | monster | eaten alive
Character(s): Finland (Tino Pöllönen), 2P Denmark (Mikkel Winther/First Aid), Prussia (Gilbert Bauer-Beilschmidt/Wildfire)
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Purple eyes glance at the other male. Mikkel couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Tino had gotten into a fight with his sister and she had used her bear transformation quirk on him. It’s no surprise she had left him alive. She hadn’t actually tried to kill him, seeing as she’s a pro hero and all. A sigh escaped the Dane.
“Come here,” he said and held his arms out to the Finnish male. Tino smiled and hugged Mikkel. Arms wrap around the smaller male. Thankfully Mikkel happens to have a healing quirk. Which is where the hugging comes in. Healing Hug is one part to his quirk. The other being that he can create a shield in front of himself to protect not only him, but anyone else he's with.
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Tino sat there and held Mikkel close. The Danish pro hero had passed out after trying to protect the Finnish civilian. There's burn marks on the bearded male's skin and clothes. Upon checking, Tino had found that he's still alive, but barely.
"You're lucky First Aid was around to protect you," villain Wildfire said. Purple eyes glanced up to meet red ones. On top of Wildfire's head is white hair. "Otherwise, you'd have been gone right then and there."
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Teddy Bear
September 25 Prompt: Culture | Comfort
Pairing: 2P Denmark/1P Sweden
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Berwald smiled a bit as he watched Bitta run around and play. Him and Mikkel adopted four kids and she's their only daughter. Bitta has three older brothers. Someone sat next to the blond male. Aqua eyes look to see it's none other than his husband, Mikkel. An arm was placed around the slightly shorter man’s shoulders. Mikkel rested his head on Berwald’s shoulder.
“Boys in school?” Berwald asked. A nod from Mikkel. “Good,” Berwald said. After a moment of comfortable silence as they watched Bitta, Berwald spoke up again. “How’s the royal family doing?” Mikkel sighed a bit. “It’s been fourteen years since his parents died. Soon it’ll be fourteen years since the crown prince was born.” "Must be hard for him," Berwald said. Mikkel nodded. "It is." It was then that Bitta drew their attention to her. She seems to have noticed Mikkel's here for she ran to him. He gladly held his arms out to her and picked her up. Mikkel used his hands to ask Bitta how she's doing. Bitta's deaf, so Mikkel and a couple of her brothers learned sign language for her. Bitta signed and asked Mikkel if he wanted to play with her. Smiling, Mikkel carried Bitta to the playroom.
Later, when the sons were home and all kids were asleep, a certain blue-eyed blond was looking at one of the paintings in their home. A faint smile crossed Berwald's face when he felt familiar arms wrap around his body. There's only one person who'd do that and only one reason as to why. Mikkel's looking for cuddles. Shifting to turn around, he placed his arms around his husband and picked him up. He carried the other to the couch and set him on his lap, where Mikkel curled up to him.
"Hello, cuddle bug," Berwald said. "Hi," Mikkel said with a faint yawn. Seems he's tired. Berwald gently rubbed Mikkel's back. This resulted in a soft sound escaping the purple-eyed blond. A kiss was pressed to Mikkel's head. "Sleep. I'll still be here when you wake." Mikkel nodded faintly and closed his eyes, resting his head on Berwald.
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Top kinks for 2p nordics please <3
Read more is here so that people don't accidentally read this kind of content without wanting to
2p Norway:
• Temperature play
• Public sex
• Making porn
• Begging or being made to beg
2p Denmark:
• Tying people up (aka bondage)
• Dom/sub dynamics (Dom)
• Spitting on people
• Overstimulation
2p Finland:
• Orgasm denial (prefers to give)
• Doing anything in front of people
• Choking/Breath play
• Anal (Idk if this counts but it’s here)
2p Sweden:
• Praise kink (giving, doesn’t mind receiving but it doesn’t do much for him)
• Creampies
• Overstimulation (mostly giving)
• Food Play
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Date Night
Berwald seemed nervous. He was finally going to ask Mikkel on a date. He’d been wanting to ask the Danish Med student out for some time now. But first he needed the right things to help him do so. And right now that involved asking Tim about flowers. Pink camellia - longing. Morning glory - affection. Red roses - love. Red tulips - passion/declaration of love. Berwald got those flowers in a bouquet, as well as a heart shaped box of chocolates. Now to find the med student. Once he spotted the other blond, he held the bouquet and the chocolate behind him. He cleared his throat, drawing purple eyes to him.
“Hej, Berwald,” Mikkel said with a smile. Berwald blushed a bit. “Hej.” Why is Mikkel so cute? “Was there something you needed?” Mikkel asked. The Swede was quiet for a moment, then he handed the flowers to Mikkel. “Oh! They’re beautiful,” Mikkel said and took the flowers. He smelled them. “Thank you.” Berwald then handed Mikkel the chocolate that he gladly took. “Aww, that’s sweet of you,” Mikkel said. “I was wondering,” Berwald said shyly. He then blushed. “If maybe you’d want to go on a date with me?” He poked his index fingers together. Mikkel blushed. Berwald was really asking him to go on a date? “Sure. Let me put the flowers in water first and get ready.” Berwald nodded. Mikkel got up and headed to his room with the flowers and chocolate. Berwald went to get ready as well. When the two came back, both were dressed nice. “You’re handsome,” Mikkel said when he saw Berwald. This brought another blush to Berwald’s face.
Mikkel hugged Berwald’s arm as the two made their way to a restaurant, then as they made their way to a theater.
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Marriage
October 30 prompt: Vampires / 'Til Death Do Us Part / Siblings
Character(s): Sweden (Berwald/Räv), Finland (Timo/Butterfly), 2P Denmark (Mikkel/Pooch)
@hetaween-event-2022
Mikkel smiled brightly, looking at the ring on his finger. Today's the day he marries Timo and Berwald. That is, if everything went according to plan. Who's to say whether Mus or Ljón would attack or not. He sure as hell hoped not. Didn't want anything ruining this day. Barkk floated to Mikkel's head and looked at the blond in the mirror.
"What's it mean to marry someone?" She asked. "Well, it's kind of like a promise to love someone for the rest of your lives," Mikkel said. "Oh. So who are you marrying?" A soft smile crossed Mikkel's face. He then showed Barkk a picture of Timo and Berwald. "These two." Barkk tilted her head. "You can marry more than one person?" Mikkel nodded. "Yeah, most people don't, though. They only prefer one person. I got lucky and found two."
Berwald looked at Trixx and smiled a bit. She was happily playing with one of Bitta’s toys. The reason Bitta had brought her toys is because she’s a young child and she may get bored during the wedding. Bitta didn’t seem to notice Trixx playing with her toy. Why? She’s napping in Berwald’s arms.
Nooroo laid on Timo’s shoulder, his eyes shut. Timo smiled at seeing this. He slid Nooroo into his coat pocket before putting it on. He’s just going to let Nooroo sleep. He’s been through a lot. Good thing the Finn left some hibiscus in the pocket for the kwami.
“Do you take Berwald and Timo as your husbands?” Mikkel smiled brightly and looked at the Swede and the Finn. “I do. Without a doubt.” Timo then pulled Berwald then Mikkel in for a kiss when it was said they could. Berwald also kissed Mikkel.
"I'll love you 'til death do us part," Mikkel said to Timo and Berwald at the reception, a bright smile on his face. Berwald and Timo smile, kissing Mikkel’s cheeks. “You’re the best things that happened to me besides the kids.”
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Here's a list :D
Wants to be praised:
1p Lithuania, 2p Ancient Rome, 1p Belgium, 1p Finland, 1p Germany, 1p Canada, 2p England, Zil
Wants to give praise:
2p Ukraine, 1p Norway, 2p Denmark, 1p Prussia, 2p England, (1p Russia if with a serious partner)
Also because of reasons Zil has to write on her phone, so if I'm the formatting sucks I'm terribly sorry, but I'll try to write ^^
#hetalia headcanons#2p hetalia headcanons#Hetalia#2p Hetalia#suggestive#1p Lithuania#2p ancient rome#1p Belgium#1p Finland#1p Germany#1p Canada#2p England#2p Ukraine#1p Norway#2p Denmark#1p Prussia#1p Russia#yes I put myself in there#i can't help it#but it's true#anonymous ask#anon
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Hello! I was wondering if we could get some platonic yandere headcannons for Sweden and another Nordic of your choosing. Thank you! Don’t feel pressured to answer this if it makes you uncomfortable!
Nah, this doesn’t make me uncomfortable. This is fun for me!
Sweden: Bernard’s silver tongue and parental levels of patience perfectly describe his style. It’s almost like a snake hidden in a garden, except unlike those ground crawlers, he’s not afraid to bask in your light.
He’ll start like England by slithering his way into your life, though his methodology depends on how you met. If you were a tourist, whether it’s his home or another’s, then Bernard is going to play the part of a helpful guide. Going as far as skipping meetings to not only gain information but to solidify your new friendship. If through a random encounter or political event, he’ll use his connections to find a way to attach himself to you.
Once he has stabilized the attachment by becoming a regular part of your life, then the coils tighten. It’s as slow as the Overton window when it comes to isolating you from friends before moving to family. Friends are usually just threatened and made uncomfortable, but should they attempt to remove you from him, then death is in their future.
As a family man, he’s a little more cautious when dividing you from them. If he acts too quickly or harshly it will be easier for you to pick up on, so he relies on turning them against you instead. Carefully he’ll slip in small details about all sides that cause them to fight like starving dogs. When you wince from the feel of their verbal teeth, he’ll be there to tend to the wound. Cooing about how they just don’t seem to care, that maybe he could be a better family than they.
By the time you realize all that he’s done, it’s too late. The amount of guilt you feel for ignoring the damage is what he uses to keep you trapped at his side.
Don’t worry though, he’ll treat you as if you were one of his children.
Denmark: Markell’s view of you is that of one being able to see their favorite character in reality. There is no love, but a desire to become involved in who they are.
Unlike some of the others, Markell doesn’t get involved right away. He’s content with watching and learning about your life, treating each session like it’s the latest episode of his new favorite show. Noting important events and wondering how you can make some mundane things seem so fascinating.
Until you twist your story. Suddenly you’ve picked a lover that he assumes is a heart-destroying douchebag or receive a job offer that takes you from him.
Now, he feels the need to become the author of your life. It starts with subtle, random notes of warning against everything that he hates about your story. If you chose to ignore them then he ups the ante by having his men turn into background characters. They push you in the direction of his choosing.
Any attempts to escape his artistic direction are met with not only imprisonment but the finality of meeting your biggest fan. During that terrifying confrontation, you’ll learn that not only is your agency forfeited but that he’s decided to make himself into a reoccurring character. If you’re smart you’ll let him be a friend that you rely on, spend time with, and let influence your biggest decisions. If not, then he’ll be the villain and do everything in his power to get you to yield.
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Bitta, Christian, and their parents in Sims 4
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Comfort
Mikkel looked at the different sweets there are. He always had a hard time choosing just one he wanted to eat. This always resulted in Berwald or Tino choosing for him and it always resulted in the Dane filling himself on sweets. He always got cuddles and belly rubs afterwards. Or a head on his belly listening to the sounds his stuffed belly made. Whenever this happened, it brought a smile to Mikkel's face. Today, however, was a different story. It would seem Mikkel has fallen ill and wasn't allowed to get out of bed. Anytime he'd tried, Berwald or Tino would make him lay back down. Each time that happened Mikkel would let out a whine. He didn't like not being able to do anything.
"I brought you some soup," Tino said as he walked in carrying a bowl. Purple eyes of Mikkel blink awake. When had he fallen asleep? Nonetheless, he looked at his Finnish boyfriend and sat up with a bit of help from the other. There was soon the distinct sound of Mikkel's stomach rumbling. Half from hunger, half upset. "Here, let me feed you," Tino said. Without a complaint from the Dane, Tino patiently fed Mikkel until all the soup was gone. "Berwald will be in soon for cuddles." A nod from Mikkel, then Tino got up and left. Mikkel laid back down and pulled his green blanket close. He's had it since he was a child. Nothing could make him give it up. There's movement on the bed. Mikkel woke again to find arms wrapped around his body. Looking over, he found Berwald laying there spooning him. A soft, happy sound escaped him and he snuggled close to the Swede.
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Trying Outfits
August 10 Prompt: Trust // Costumes
DenNor variant: Mikkel (2P Denmark)/Bente (Nyo Norway)
@dennorweek
Purple eyes of Mikkel look around. So, this is Ember Island. Matthias had said that he could use a bit of a vacation, so he ended up here somehow. It was fairly obvious that he's not from around here, mainly because everyone's wearing clothes in different shades of red and he's wearing shades of blue. Yeah... maybe he should get some Fire Nation clothes. Beach type, at that. Gotta love Southern Water Tribe clothes, though.
A soft sound escaped the blonde Fire Nation woman as she entered the front of the shop. Bente had heard the bell at the door chime, signaling that someone had entered. What she had been expecting to find was rowdy teens that had managed to tear their clothes. Not... a water tribe male. She just stared at him for a moment as he approached her. Gotta admit, he is kind of cute.
"Did... you need something?" She asked. "Is it ok if I look around?" He asked. "Yeah, sure," Bente said. Mikkel nodded, looking around at the different clothes. Finding some clothes he liked, Mikkel paid for them and left the shop. Soon after, he did find a place to stay and tried on the clothes he bought.
Sometime later, Bente found herself on her way to one of the water tribe islands. Specifically, the Orca Islands. If only she had remembered to make warm clothes. Fortunately, she had managed to run into some people from the Water Tribe. One of the faces seemed all too familiar to her. Blond hair, purple eyes, beard. That's when he showed her a peak of red clothing. Oh, right. That's why he looks familiar. Ember Island.
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Healing Hero: First Aid
drawn by Sisi41599 on art fight last night
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