Say It (Aloud) 1/?
anonymous
September 18 2009, 02:04:14 UTC
America clamped his mouth shut, gazing defiantly at England, who seemed to tower above him. The elder gave a miniscule chuckle, cinching the ropes around America's wrists tighter.
"Motherfucker," America snarled.
England leant closer. "Not quite, son." The nimble fingers of one hand played at America's naked torso, feeling the muscles tense deliciously, while the other trailed through golden hair, pulling America's head up.
"You're a bad boy, aren't you, Alfred? Always running off..." England breathed against America's ear, the younger inhaling quickly through his teeth.
"Yes," America whispered, after a pause.
"It's not that I want to, my boy, but you'll simply have to be punished." Those damn fingers of his were slipping lower. "Now..."
America made an embarrassing noise he would deny until they put him in the ground.
"How do you think I should carry it out?"
"F-fuck me," the younger nation pleaded, gorgeous blue eyes pleading along.
"Mm," England hummed. "Not a bad plan, son...However, would that really be considered punishment?" One of his hands had settled rather high on America's thigh.
"D-Daddy, Daddy," America whimpered. England's emerald eyes widened a fraction of an inch. The corner of his mouth twitched. "Please, fuck me, Daddy..."
"Well...Alright. But only because you're being so..." England's expansive vocabulary had failed him at last. --- Aaaannndddd, it's begun! *passes out*
Say It (Aloud) 2/?
anonymous
September 18 2009, 02:47:31 UTC
"Ah! Ngh...Arthur! Daddy, please! Fuck me! Fuck me til I bleed!" America cried, arching into the butterfly kisses England was pressing to his stomach. England paused, tongue hovering slightly north of America's pelvis.
"Why, Alfred!" he said, voice dripping with condescension. "That's no way for a young gentleman to speak."
America growled at him, red as a beet. "Y-you...I...fuckin'..."
England shrugged. "Very well, then. As you wish." He locked gazes with his once-colony, all traces of that prim, proper, self-control BS far gone. He continued in a dangerous whisper. "And I shall not only fuck you until you bleed; I shall fuck you until you scream so loudly you can scream no longer; I shall fuck you until you can not walk, and then I shall fuck you some more."
America wriggled at the very thought. --- Cutting this one shorter than I'd like, because I'm ill and it's late. Sorry, everyone.
Say It (Aloud) 3/?
anonymous
September 20 2009, 05:26:35 UTC
First of all, I want to thank everyone who commented. Anons are always there to make me smile. ^ ^ Second, I forgot to mention that, ah...This fill is both my first time writing dirty talk, and my first time writing daddykink. So very akward... Third, I wish to apologize for how slowly this fill may be updated, and how sometimes it most likely won't make any sense. My writing has become more and more incoherent of late. --- America's face, though already quite warm and red, heated up further as they continued. It wasn't as though he hadn't had his suspicions, but England's response when he called him Daddy was surprising nonetheless. The change in his stance-in his eyes-was only slight, but America had been raised under England's careful watch, and in turn had carefully watched England for all those years.
It was mortifying, really. Even as a child, he had called England by his name; not Dad, not Daddy, not Father. It was embarassing, not to mention a little disturbing, to whimper the word; to find England aroused by him whimpering the word. Even worse, to find himself aroused by finding England aroused by his whimpering of a word he had narry ever uttered.
Of course, there was the fact that England's hands (and knee) seemed to have minds of their own. That only added to it.
"Alfred," England was saying, but America was a little lost in the skinworship he was currently receiving. "Alfred, you're shaking..."
America pryed open his eyes, disappointed that England had stopped, and gazed up at the older male from beneathe golden lashes. Gears turning, he caught his bottom lip between his teeth. "I'm...scared, Daddy." He began to surreptitiously slide one of his legs up along England's. England took in a shuddering breath, stroked his hair, kissed him chastely.
"There's no need to be frightened...I won't hurt you..."
It was all too gentle. America turned his head, eyes locked on England's dilated pupils. "I'm not scared of Daddy, though," he said slowly, carefully drawing out each syllable. "'Cause--"
"Say it again."
"What?"
"Say. It. Again," England panted, his grip on America's still-clothed leg tightening.
"...Daddy?"
"Yes," England breathed, long and hungry. "Tell me...what you want me to do to you."
A wave of electricity tore through America's body. He couldn't keep the smile from his face as he carefully chose his words. "Take me, Daddy." He watched England inhale through his nose. "Take me and make me yours. Mark me. Violate me as you never dared when I was little." England gazed at him through glazed, half-lidded eyes. America smirked inwardly, leaned up to press against his father figure, and murmured, lips against the skin of his throat, "C'mon."
England gave in. --- ...Not that he was just going to, say, leave in the middle to begin with. *fwump*
"Motherfucker," America snarled.
England leant closer. "Not quite, son." The nimble fingers of one hand played at America's naked torso, feeling the muscles tense deliciously, while the other trailed through golden hair, pulling America's head up.
"You're a bad boy, aren't you, Alfred? Always running off..." England breathed against America's ear, the younger inhaling quickly through his teeth.
"Yes," America whispered, after a pause.
"It's not that I want to, my boy, but you'll simply have to be punished." Those damn fingers of his were slipping lower. "Now..."
America made an embarrassing noise he would deny until they put him in the ground.
"How do you think I should carry it out?"
"F-fuck me," the younger nation pleaded, gorgeous blue eyes pleading along.
"Mm," England hummed. "Not a bad plan, son...However, would that really be considered punishment?" One of his hands had settled rather high on America's thigh.
"D-Daddy, Daddy," America whimpered. England's emerald eyes widened a fraction of an inch. The corner of his mouth twitched. "Please, fuck me, Daddy..."
"Well...Alright. But only because you're being so..." England's expansive vocabulary had failed him at last.
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Aaaannndddd, it's begun! *passes out*
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"Why, Alfred!" he said, voice dripping with condescension. "That's no way for a young gentleman to speak."
America growled at him, red as a beet. "Y-you...I...fuckin'..."
England shrugged. "Very well, then. As you wish." He locked gazes with his once-colony, all traces of that prim, proper, self-control BS far gone. He continued in a dangerous whisper. "And I shall not only fuck you until you bleed; I shall fuck you until you scream so loudly you can scream no longer; I shall fuck you until you can not walk, and then I shall fuck you some more."
America wriggled at the very thought.
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Cutting this one shorter than I'd like, because I'm ill and it's late. Sorry, everyone.
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Gotta love Iggy and his dirty talk.
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Second, I forgot to mention that, ah...This fill is both my first time writing dirty talk, and my first time writing daddykink. So very akward...
Third, I wish to apologize for how slowly this fill may be updated, and how sometimes it most likely won't make any sense. My writing has become more and more incoherent of late.
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America's face, though already quite warm and red, heated up further as they continued. It wasn't as though he hadn't had his suspicions, but England's response when he called him Daddy was surprising nonetheless. The change in his stance-in his eyes-was only slight, but America had been raised under England's careful watch, and in turn had carefully watched England for all those years.
It was mortifying, really. Even as a child, he had called England by his name; not Dad, not Daddy, not Father. It was embarassing, not to mention a little disturbing, to whimper the word; to find England aroused by him whimpering the word. Even worse, to find himself aroused by finding England aroused by his whimpering of a word he had narry ever uttered.
Of course, there was the fact that England's hands (and knee) seemed to have minds of their own. That only added to it.
"Alfred," England was saying, but America was a little lost in the skinworship he was currently receiving. "Alfred, you're shaking..."
America pryed open his eyes, disappointed that England had stopped, and gazed up at the older male from beneathe golden lashes. Gears turning, he caught his bottom lip between his teeth. "I'm...scared, Daddy." He began to surreptitiously slide one of his legs up along England's. England took in a shuddering breath, stroked his hair, kissed him chastely.
"There's no need to be frightened...I won't hurt you..."
It was all too gentle. America turned his head, eyes locked on England's dilated pupils. "I'm not scared of Daddy, though," he said slowly, carefully drawing out each syllable. "'Cause--"
"Say it again."
"What?"
"Say. It. Again," England panted, his grip on America's still-clothed leg tightening.
"...Daddy?"
"Yes," England breathed, long and hungry. "Tell me...what you want me to do to you."
A wave of electricity tore through America's body. He couldn't keep the smile from his face as he carefully chose his words. "Take me, Daddy." He watched England inhale through his nose. "Take me and make me yours. Mark me. Violate me as you never dared when I was little." England gazed at him through glazed, half-lidded eyes. America smirked inwardly, leaned up to press against his father figure, and murmured, lips against the skin of his throat, "C'mon."
England gave in.
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...Not that he was just going to, say, leave in the middle to begin with. *fwump*
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Take your time updating. And I find it coherent enough for me~ Ahahaha.
Please continue!
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