Re: Untitled 3/??
anonymous
August 11 2009, 08:29:51 UTC
Setting down the papers, he returned to his drink. The content of the pages still puzzled him, but he decided to let them slip by in lieu of other, bigger things going on. He was able to drink down his vodka as effortlessly as it was water. Reaching out to Eduard, he placed a gloved hand on the other boy’s head, patting his scalp almost maternally.
“Yes. It is.” Eduard set down the tea cup, and it set a whole new smile ablaze on the larger nation’s face as he noticed how so very close to empty it was, only containing a miniscule sip left. “That’s rather bold of you.” For a moment, the phrase sounded like a compliment, and Eduard finally lifted his eyes up to meet Ivan’s. Giving a curt nod in agreement, he poised to return back to his studies, before becoming distracted by the hand that was sliding down his cheek. Ivan’s hand gently stroked the side of his face, fingertips barely grazing against his blonde locks.
Resting his other elbow on his knee, he was able to lean in to the small country. He grazed his fingertips against Eduard’s skin, the sensation lost to him personally because of the glove. Yet he pushed on with more pressure, guiding a finger to his lips.
“Do you think of me... as bold, Eduard?” The repeated use of the name that truly held no significant meaning to Estonia was beginning to unnerve him now, just a bit. Glancing down and watching the finger carefully, he brought his eyes back up to Russia’s. Even if just the name unnerved him, the fingers roaming around his face were beginning to disturb him. There was still confidence with the words he spoke, waiting until the other man’s finger had moved to speak. “I believe that you’re bold when you want to be, of course.”
A reddened blush was starting to spread around his face. Withdrawing his own hand, Ivan only slid the glove off, placing the article of clothing up on the table. He wondered how Eduard would react to his bare skin against him, slightly curling his fingers before stroking them against the other’s cheek.
The skin was as warm as Ivan expected it to be, even against his cold fingers. At this point, he was definitely invading the other’s personal space... although, not as if it was a concern to him. Eduard squirmed as the touch got closer to his lips, until Ivan gently brushed his fingers across them. For some reason, the Russian’s touches almost felt like a flame, and instead of brushing him away, he couldn’t help but to just sit there. His owner watched with amusement, pleased that such small touches were already making him fidget.
Tugging his hand down, he instead gripped Eduard’s chin, pulling his chin so that the other would face him. “I don’t like that.” Ivan broke the silence. “You shouldn’t have your own thoughts, after all. You’re part of my family, right?” But Eduard seemed truly frozen now, not sure of what to do, how to act... Ivan took the lead, erasing what little space there was between them to capture Eduard’s waiting and soft lips in a kiss. It was the same control that he asserted on everyone else, after all. Insisting on their thoughts, their actions...
It was a pleasure to watch his eyes widen with the utmost astonishment. There was a sense of dread across his face as Ivan’s tongue glided across his lips, taking his time to carefully take in the other’s unfamiliar taste. A very dim aftertaste of the tea was present, and Ivan didn’t even take particularly concern to it. After all, he already knew things would be pleasurable enough.
Yet Eduard still somehow had the gall to pull away, violently standing and stumbling backwards, overturning his chair before tripping over it. Russia only watched on with a smile as the other tried desperately to recompose himself, having stood up calmly himself. Shoving the chair to the side Eduard pushed himself back up, face as pale as a ghost, even though his skin never showed that much color anyways.
“Did that startle you?” The laugh that followed his sentence was nearly just as frightening as the kiss. Yet somehow Eduard managed to stare at him, the panic that was on his features beginning to seep away.
Re: Untitled 4/??
anonymous
August 11 2009, 08:30:54 UTC
“...I...” The Baltic state started, clearing his throat. “...I think I’ll be retiring for the night. It’s been a long day, I’m tired.” As he excused himself he failed to notice his gaffe, the extremely poor choice of words for the time... Taking the chair and setting it back how it belonged, he didn’t see as Russia slid his other glove off. Turning back to him, Eduard began to make his way out of the room.
On Ivan’s mind were much different things. He grabbed the other by the shoulders of his olive green uniform, feeling him nearly jump in his arms before slamming him back up against a bookshelf. The books trembled, a few trinkets that had been set upon the shelves even tipped over. Ivan’s face however couldn’t mask his disappointment that they shook more then the boy he tightly gripped in his arms did.
“...What I think, is that I’m tired of you.”
Eduard’s face displayed bewilderment, not to mention fright. You didn’t have to be a model student to know of the things that happened to countries who got on to Ivan’s bad side. Just one look to countries that he was even surrounded by... And everyone knew of the atrocities that happened when the Russian was only a child,... Not to mention how he as capable of the same things.
He could only look down as Russia’s hands moved, grasping at his tie and pulling it out from being tucked under his jacket. “Russia... you shouldn’t...” This wasn’t his first time doing such a thing. Trying to dictate the large man’s actions... Send suggestions to what he should and shouldn’t do... It had annoyed him each and every time, even though he previously only brushed them off.
Untying it quickly, he yanked it off briskly. His hands were already working on the buttons holding the jacket closed, while he could sense the panic that was brewing in Eduard. Even with the cold air, sweat was starting to form on his face. There was nowhere for him to go, the teen was worse off then a trapped rat. It hurt his back to keep trying to push against the bookcase, but he had some dim hope that in doing so he’d be able to worm away.
Reaching the brown belt around the somewhat lithe waist, Russia hooked his fingers into the strip of leather. He used it to forcefully pull the blonde back close to him, before pushing him back into the bookcase with his body. Eduard’s body was tense, his hands uselessly trying to struggle. Ivan watched those lips contort and he claimed them again.
It did take quite a bit of strength, as Ivan pulled his hands in different directions. One jutted into the Estonian’s ribs, the other toward himself as he managed to snap the belt. Without opening his lips, Eduard was managing loud noises of protest. Once he left the belt fall down by his sides, still held by the shoulder strap, Ivan quickly made work of the rest of the buttons. The white dress shirt underneath was tucked into his trousers, and as he lifted the shirt up, he placed his hands underneath.
Eduard let out a sharp gasp as the cold hands intruded under his shirt, sliding their way up his chest. Ivan ran his hands up his sides, feeling the goose bumps that soon arose from the shivering he was doing. His thumbs gently ran over every rib, able to feel the slightest indentions of from the teen’s skin stretched over them. Eduard turned his head to the side, increasing his struggling as he tried to grip the other’s shoulders and pull him away.
“...Shouldn’t what?” The Russian finally spoke up again, licking his lips, able to taste the other. With his hips pressed against the slightly shorter boy’s, he slowly and deliberately grinded against him as his hands slid to his chest. They were almost up to his collar, and he slowly began sliding his hands back down. As he pulled his own body away, it was amusing as Eduard’s body tried to follow, physically wanting that pleasure.
“..T-this.....S-stop...” Ivan purposely dragged his hands down across the front of his trousers, hearing the other give out a low moan. An almost strangled cry escaped him, ashamed as he enjoyed the touch. Clenching his eyes shut, he was at a loss of things to do except try to pry the other off still.
--- Sorry it took so long to get to the smut, nngh. ||OTL
Re: Untitled 5/??
anonymous
August 26 2009, 06:59:06 UTC
Geez.. I'm so sorry this took a while.. I'm still working on it, I promise.. :D; ------ A loud laugh rang through the air, further chilling the Estonian’s body. Russia was sliding his long scarf off, letting it flutter to the floor as he tried to take care of some of his own clothing. He kept the smaller boy pinned against the bookcase still, amused by his soft mewls of shameful gratification. “Oh... but I don’t believe you have a say in this.”
As he shrugged the large coat off of his shoulders, he gripped the teenager’s small shoulders. In almost a blink of the eye, Eduard found himself thrown to the floor with brute force. Hitting the floor he winced and cringed, dull pains occupying his back and shoulder blade where he hit. Flipping on his back, Eduard tried to prop himself up on his elbows and gripped at the floor, too slow to get up and move before the large Russian was down in front of him. It felt painful as his legs were pushed open from the thighs. Ivan wasn’t particularly trying to make it pleasant, even, and Eduard let out a yelp as he tried to back away again.
While the Estonian’s jacket hung around his elbows, Ivan took pleasure in reaching up to his white collar again. With the lack of the tie that was lying elsewhere on the floor, it was more then easy to hook his fingers into the collar. Violently Ivan ripped the buttons off one by one, stroking his hands down the teenager’s smooth pale skin as he did.
His chest wasn’t particularly firm with muscle, and was even perhaps a bit soft. There was the occasional rough bump from bone until he got down to his stomach, and Ivan pulled the shirt open to admire the insipid flesh beneath him. Swooping his head down Ivan nestled against Eduard’s neck, his white teeth grazing against it. This close, Ivan could just feel the heat rising off of him.
Eduard let out a surprised cry as he was then bit into, jerking his head away and trying to pull his body away as well. The cries were only even more satisfying to the Russian. Not until he could feel his teeth pierce down on the skin did he pull back away, his violet eyes calmly surveying the blood that began to bubble up.
Gripping down at the carpet, the teen was nearly trying to grab and tear at it. Ivan spared no kindness-as if he had any to give in the first place-as he let his hands do the same to Eduard’s trousers. Unbuttoning and unzipping them, the blonde beneath him nearly started to kick. “Eduard...” Ivan felt almost as if he should give the other some advice.. Perhaps, ‘don’t struggle’ or ‘stay still’, but he found the words fading before they left his lips.
After all, as he roughly yanked down the teen’s pants and boxers, fighting with him a bit more to pull them down to his knees... It helped with Ivan’s arousal further as the other fought and struggled. Effortlessly, the larger male was able to flip Eduard around, the younger man’s glasses falling to the floor from the shock. His nails dug into the carpet, and as Ivan wrapped an arm around his waist, the Russian was less then pleased as he realized there was still so much fight in him.
For his fruitless efforts of trying to resist still, Ivan repaid the Estonian by trailing a large hand from his thigh up his body, reaching around and carelessly bumping and rubbing against the bare skin his hardening member. Eduard was on the brink of tears, and in his mind confusion still ran rampant. ‘This can’t be... Happening...’ He tried to deny it, even as the actions unraveled in front of him. At the least, he turned his head to the side, letting cold tears brim at his green eyes... It shouldn’t feel good.
Then why...
Did it..?
As soon as Ivan had amused himself enough playing with the young man’s front, he leaned forward, moving his hand to the other’s face instead. Eduard couldn’t help but to miss that attention to his member whining softly under his breath, guilt written all over his face as he caught himself turning his head to glance back at Ivan. As one hand still held his hips, the other roughly clamped over his mouth before he prodded at the small pink lips with two fingers. Forcing his way inside that warm mouth he was amused as Eduard closed his eyes and opened his jaw enough for them to reach inside.
“Yes. It is.” Eduard set down the tea cup, and it set a whole new smile ablaze on the larger nation’s face as he noticed how so very close to empty it was, only containing a miniscule sip left. “That’s rather bold of you.” For a moment, the phrase sounded like a compliment, and Eduard finally lifted his eyes up to meet Ivan’s. Giving a curt nod in agreement, he poised to return back to his studies, before becoming distracted by the hand that was sliding down his cheek. Ivan’s hand gently stroked the side of his face, fingertips barely grazing against his blonde locks.
Resting his other elbow on his knee, he was able to lean in to the small country. He grazed his fingertips against Eduard’s skin, the sensation lost to him personally because of the glove. Yet he pushed on with more pressure, guiding a finger to his lips.
“Do you think of me... as bold, Eduard?” The repeated use of the name that truly held no significant meaning to Estonia was beginning to unnerve him now, just a bit. Glancing down and watching the finger carefully, he brought his eyes back up to Russia’s. Even if just the name unnerved him, the fingers roaming around his face were beginning to disturb him. There was still confidence with the words he spoke, waiting until the other man’s finger had moved to speak. “I believe that you’re bold when you want to be, of course.”
A reddened blush was starting to spread around his face. Withdrawing his own hand, Ivan only slid the glove off, placing the article of clothing up on the table. He wondered how Eduard would react to his bare skin against him, slightly curling his fingers before stroking them against the other’s cheek.
The skin was as warm as Ivan expected it to be, even against his cold fingers. At this point, he was definitely invading the other’s personal space... although, not as if it was a concern to him. Eduard squirmed as the touch got closer to his lips, until Ivan gently brushed his fingers across them. For some reason, the Russian’s touches almost felt like a flame, and instead of brushing him away, he couldn’t help but to just sit there. His owner watched with amusement, pleased that such small touches were already making him fidget.
Tugging his hand down, he instead gripped Eduard’s chin, pulling his chin so that the other would face him. “I don’t like that.” Ivan broke the silence. “You shouldn’t have your own thoughts, after all. You’re part of my family, right?” But Eduard seemed truly frozen now, not sure of what to do, how to act... Ivan took the lead, erasing what little space there was between them to capture Eduard’s waiting and soft lips in a kiss. It was the same control that he asserted on everyone else, after all. Insisting on their thoughts, their actions...
It was a pleasure to watch his eyes widen with the utmost astonishment. There was a sense of dread across his face as Ivan’s tongue glided across his lips, taking his time to carefully take in the other’s unfamiliar taste. A very dim aftertaste of the tea was present, and Ivan didn’t even take particularly concern to it. After all, he already knew things would be pleasurable enough.
Yet Eduard still somehow had the gall to pull away, violently standing and stumbling backwards, overturning his chair before tripping over it. Russia only watched on with a smile as the other tried desperately to recompose himself, having stood up calmly himself. Shoving the chair to the side Eduard pushed himself back up, face as pale as a ghost, even though his skin never showed that much color anyways.
“Did that startle you?” The laugh that followed his sentence was nearly just as frightening as the kiss. Yet somehow Eduard managed to stare at him, the panic that was on his features beginning to seep away.
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On Ivan’s mind were much different things. He grabbed the other by the shoulders of his olive green uniform, feeling him nearly jump in his arms before slamming him back up against a bookshelf. The books trembled, a few trinkets that had been set upon the shelves even tipped over. Ivan’s face however couldn’t mask his disappointment that they shook more then the boy he tightly gripped in his arms did.
“...What I think, is that I’m tired of you.”
Eduard’s face displayed bewilderment, not to mention fright. You didn’t have to be a model student to know of the things that happened to countries who got on to Ivan’s bad side. Just one look to countries that he was even surrounded by... And everyone knew of the atrocities that happened when the Russian was only a child,... Not to mention how he as capable of the same things.
He could only look down as Russia’s hands moved, grasping at his tie and pulling it out from being tucked under his jacket. “Russia... you shouldn’t...” This wasn’t his first time doing such a thing. Trying to dictate the large man’s actions... Send suggestions to what he should and shouldn’t do... It had annoyed him each and every time, even though he previously only brushed them off.
Untying it quickly, he yanked it off briskly. His hands were already working on the buttons holding the jacket closed, while he could sense the panic that was brewing in Eduard. Even with the cold air, sweat was starting to form on his face. There was nowhere for him to go, the teen was worse off then a trapped rat. It hurt his back to keep trying to push against the bookcase, but he had some dim hope that in doing so he’d be able to worm away.
Reaching the brown belt around the somewhat lithe waist, Russia hooked his fingers into the strip of leather. He used it to forcefully pull the blonde back close to him, before pushing him back into the bookcase with his body. Eduard’s body was tense, his hands uselessly trying to struggle. Ivan watched those lips contort and he claimed them again.
It did take quite a bit of strength, as Ivan pulled his hands in different directions. One jutted into the Estonian’s ribs, the other toward himself as he managed to snap the belt. Without opening his lips, Eduard was managing loud noises of protest. Once he left the belt fall down by his sides, still held by the shoulder strap, Ivan quickly made work of the rest of the buttons. The white dress shirt underneath was tucked into his trousers, and as he lifted the shirt up, he placed his hands underneath.
Eduard let out a sharp gasp as the cold hands intruded under his shirt, sliding their way up his chest. Ivan ran his hands up his sides, feeling the goose bumps that soon arose from the shivering he was doing. His thumbs gently ran over every rib, able to feel the slightest indentions of from the teen’s skin stretched over them. Eduard turned his head to the side, increasing his struggling as he tried to grip the other’s shoulders and pull him away.
“...Shouldn’t what?” The Russian finally spoke up again, licking his lips, able to taste the other. With his hips pressed against the slightly shorter boy’s, he slowly and deliberately grinded against him as his hands slid to his chest. They were almost up to his collar, and he slowly began sliding his hands back down. As he pulled his own body away, it was amusing as Eduard’s body tried to follow, physically wanting that pleasure.
“..T-this.....S-stop...” Ivan purposely dragged his hands down across the front of his trousers, hearing the other give out a low moan. An almost strangled cry escaped him, ashamed as he enjoyed the touch. Clenching his eyes shut, he was at a loss of things to do except try to pry the other off still.
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Sorry it took so long to get to the smut, nngh. ||OTL
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Why is this fill hot? D:
Set aside for some minor grammatical and spelling errors, this fill is BEYOND epic. Ivan's amusement and Estonia's pain and just...
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF MY GOD.
Update like, soon.
PLEASE.
*gives child*
reCATCHA: dreamt stains. LOL WHAT.
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I-I think I love you.
This is so perfect and hot and exactly what I wanted. I love your Estonia, he's so exactly like I imagine him to be. And wow. This fill is amazing.
More? Please??
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A loud laugh rang through the air, further chilling the Estonian’s body. Russia was sliding his long scarf off, letting it flutter to the floor as he tried to take care of some of his own clothing. He kept the smaller boy pinned against the bookcase still, amused by his soft mewls of shameful gratification. “Oh... but I don’t believe you have a say in this.”
As he shrugged the large coat off of his shoulders, he gripped the teenager’s small shoulders. In almost a blink of the eye, Eduard found himself thrown to the floor with brute force. Hitting the floor he winced and cringed, dull pains occupying his back and shoulder blade where he hit. Flipping on his back, Eduard tried to prop himself up on his elbows and gripped at the floor, too slow to get up and move before the large Russian was down in front of him. It felt painful as his legs were pushed open from the thighs. Ivan wasn’t particularly trying to make it pleasant, even, and Eduard let out a yelp as he tried to back away again.
While the Estonian’s jacket hung around his elbows, Ivan took pleasure in reaching up to his white collar again. With the lack of the tie that was lying elsewhere on the floor, it was more then easy to hook his fingers into the collar. Violently Ivan ripped the buttons off one by one, stroking his hands down the teenager’s smooth pale skin as he did.
His chest wasn’t particularly firm with muscle, and was even perhaps a bit soft. There was the occasional rough bump from bone until he got down to his stomach, and Ivan pulled the shirt open to admire the insipid flesh beneath him. Swooping his head down Ivan nestled against Eduard’s neck, his white teeth grazing against it. This close, Ivan could just feel the heat rising off of him.
Eduard let out a surprised cry as he was then bit into, jerking his head away and trying to pull his body away as well. The cries were only even more satisfying to the Russian. Not until he could feel his teeth pierce down on the skin did he pull back away, his violet eyes calmly surveying the blood that began to bubble up.
Gripping down at the carpet, the teen was nearly trying to grab and tear at it. Ivan spared no kindness-as if he had any to give in the first place-as he let his hands do the same to Eduard’s trousers. Unbuttoning and unzipping them, the blonde beneath him nearly started to kick. “Eduard...” Ivan felt almost as if he should give the other some advice.. Perhaps, ‘don’t struggle’ or ‘stay still’, but he found the words fading before they left his lips.
After all, as he roughly yanked down the teen’s pants and boxers, fighting with him a bit more to pull them down to his knees... It helped with Ivan’s arousal further as the other fought and struggled. Effortlessly, the larger male was able to flip Eduard around, the younger man’s glasses falling to the floor from the shock. His nails dug into the carpet, and as Ivan wrapped an arm around his waist, the Russian was less then pleased as he realized there was still so much fight in him.
For his fruitless efforts of trying to resist still, Ivan repaid the Estonian by trailing a large hand from his thigh up his body, reaching around and carelessly bumping and rubbing against the bare skin his hardening member. Eduard was on the brink of tears, and in his mind confusion still ran rampant. ‘This can’t be... Happening...’ He tried to deny it, even as the actions unraveled in front of him. At the least, he turned his head to the side, letting cold tears brim at his green eyes... It shouldn’t feel good.
Then why...
Did it..?
As soon as Ivan had amused himself enough playing with the young man’s front, he leaned forward, moving his hand to the other’s face instead. Eduard couldn’t help but to miss that attention to his member whining softly under his breath, guilt written all over his face as he caught himself turning his head to glance back at Ivan. As one hand still held his hips, the other roughly clamped over his mouth before he prodded at the small pink lips with two fingers. Forcing his way inside that warm mouth he was amused as Eduard closed his eyes and opened his jaw enough for them to reach inside.
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FFFFFFFFF Author!anon has f_cking struck again! *gives second child*
Again, pleeeease update soon. *begging face*
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///wrist
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