"I'm your master, dog. Call me nothing else." Thomas reached a hand behind him and felt for his face, scratching his short nails over Philip's jaw and pulling him close. He let his eyes flutter open and he met those of his partners, his eyes hooded and blown, Philip leaning forward to plant a lazy kiss to the corner of his mouth. / Thomas and the Duke with pet play, enjoy!

"Why not? Can you not dance?" Germany looked away and Italy laughed, bringing back Germany's attention to him with his hand to his cheek. "Germany, it's alright. I'll teach you." He murmured, guiding Germany's steps to the singers flowing voice. / Italy teaches Germany how to dance. Kissing and sexual comments from Italy, but nothing else. Enjoy!

So smooth and gentle and, God, why is it so. He felt so light headed and free and yet he was not. The mother was calling for the kittens that went off to play, their ideas running away from themselves and she did not know yet that they would never come back. / A drabble about Eren Jaeger's eyes. Horror for the connections to the soldiers.

Yet you must believe they didn't. What else must you believe? That they did this for you? What a joke. That sacrifice was not for you. It was not and will never be for you. / Dedicated to Episode 21 of Shingeki no Kyojin.

"The brat is already crying, how cute." He thought, smirking as he forced Eren's head down on him and sighing as he felt his length slid with a filthy sound into the boy's greedy mouth. / Corporal Levi and Eren Yeager, language, and a 3DMG Spiderman blowjob, anyone? EREN IS 18.

He was gone; too detached, too physically exhausted to carry on. His arms ached, hell, his whole body did as he hung lifeless from the tendons and veins in his Titan's destroyed body. He hadn't lost control; he had lost hope. / Corporal Levi and Eren Jaeger, some language and sweet love-making. Oh, and tears - you can't forget the tears. EREN IS 18.

Eren didn't want to see himself, all red and panting, moaning and clawing at the worn skin, looking oh so pathetic for someone who was the most elegant and gorgeous man he had ever seen. / Corporal Levi and Eren Jaeger, rated M for sex. EREN IS 18.

"Fuck." Levi ground out, finally, finally smashing their lips together for a heated kiss, Eren so desperately wanting wrap his arms around his neck and let his hands play with the fuzz on the back of his neck. / Corporal Levi and Eren Yeager, rated M for sex and language. EREN IS 18.

Eren's mine spun out of control, and with a whimper he let his eyes flutter shut as the Corporal licked and bit at his lips, eagerly swallowing each little content whimper or noise he made. God, he was cute; he just couldn't get enough. / Corporal Levi and Eren Jaeger, fellatio and dirty talk (well; attempted dirty talk). EREN IS 18.

And that night with the curtains shut and the lights dimmed, the porcelain skin and aqua eyes mixed with the tanned expanse and honey orbs; the words that left their lips were the same no matter the language. "I love you." / Germany and Italy, rated M for passionate love-making and fellatio.

"Spain... I want you. I need you." He pushed closer, humming, their bodies so close, so intimate Spain let out a sound as he brushed his hands down those slim, Italian sides. "I want you, Spain. Please, take me." / Rewrite of 'Sin'.

But oh, was he such a heavenly sin. Ironic it is, though he is damnable too. Making Spain feel like this, making him want like this, the cross around his neck burning as he tried to banish the feeling of arousal from his swimming belly. / Spain and Romano, rated T for implied sex and religious guilt (I guess?). Based heavily on the fic 'Condenado' by user Domomomo.

"Yes." Italy breathed, and his lips guided back to Germany's with a new energy, lips and teeth gnashing. It was far from a perfect kiss, lips slick and their mouths barely staying together, only connected by a string of saliva that would fall down their chins, but it was perfect. / Germany and Italy, rated M for sex and some language.

"Antonio-" With one long stride he was inches from Arthur's face, noses bumping and a curious, slender hand trailing along his side. It was almost like a dance, Antonio's hands moving about his waist as he gracefully pulled Arthur to the bed, pulling his body close to his own. / Spain and England, rated M for sex (not much, just to be safe).

"Yes, hermano?" He cooed, smirking as he drew a gasp from his brother, hand snaking down to suddenly fist the dripping erection between his legs. "What? We've only barely begun and you're already so hard for me. You love when I treat you like this, don't you?" / Spain and Portugal, rated M for barely-there sexual content (just to be safe).