someone/America, Tik Tok
anonymous
November 3 2009, 13:33:27 UTC
We can start requesting here?
Well then... Apparently trashy-glam is the In-thing in the States now. As much as I'd like to come down against that, this song is addicting in it's catchy pop trashy-glamness: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ra0CWBW9aY
Therefore OP would like to request something with this song and America. Him grooving to it or acting out the lyrics in the fill or anything like that. A fill inspired by this song, with America, because I see him having that sort of wild "don't stop, make it pop" spirit.
Can be anyone/America - England, Canada, France, whoever. Just as long as America bottoms! Must have that sort of letting loose feeling on America's part. The being wild and letting go and not caring if he's being a little trashy and slutty so long as he's having fun.
But the Party Don't Stop, No [1/?]
anonymous
November 3 2009, 18:17:44 UTC
This was too fun to pass up, and mentioning Framerica just set all sorts of bells off in my head like you wouldn’t believe. Hence, this. Because fandom needs moar Framerica, and I’ve already written England/Canada. Hope you enjoy this, anons.
Club that they’re dancing at is based off of Apex, in Washington DC. Pictures and details can be found here: http://www.apex-dc.com/ ___
“You should come down to D.C. a few days early, Francis.”
Francis freezes, his long gold hair glittering in the dim light where it isn’t wrapped around the teeth of his brush. “Well,” he says, just to taste the word on his tongue. To try it out. “Well,” he says again, putting his brush down, “that certainly sounds intriguing.”
“Interesting choice of words,” Alfred murmurs, and Francis can just picture those half-lidded eyes, that cocky, Southern sun-soaked smile. “You make it sound like I have other motives than the political.”
“Cher, you only use that particular tone of voice when you have
( ... )
Oh, anon, this is fantastic! How did you know I adore this pairing?! And Alfred's tone... *shivers with lust* France being both curious and turned on is so like him - a bit thrown of the the novelty but turned on by it as well. His slight arrogance, but also his smoothness, it's all perfect. I can envision all of this perfectly.
Thank you so much; I can't wait for the next part!!
But the Party Don't Stop, No [2/?]
anonymous
November 3 2009, 22:27:12 UTC
“Look, Mister, you don’t look like a bad guy. I don’t want to call the cops on you, but -”
“Francis!”
Oh, thank god.
Francis turns his head and grins at Alfred, feeling something a little like fondness well up in his heart when he sees that head of gold hair poke out the door. “Alfred, mon cher, there you are
( ... )
Re: But the Party Don't Stop, No [2/?]
anonymous
November 3 2009, 23:40:22 UTC
I fell out of my chair reading this.
Not only because that song is one of my guilty pleasures, and I have more than one pair of glitter-encrusted leggings hiding in my wardrobe, but holymotherofgodyourstyle. Nom.
Haha, I'm not planning on stopping! Updates might be a bit slow, though, b/c I'm doing NaNo this year and planning on actually finishing, so things are going a bit slower for me in terms of fanfic. This will get finished, though - I'm planning on at least three-four more parts, and at least one part a day. You'll get your fill, anon, and I hope you and the other readers enjoy it!
reCAPTCHA says: "has patel". ...that sounds rather...French, I guess?
But the Party Don't Stop, No [3/?]
anonymous
November 4 2009, 22:18:08 UTC
He smiles at the attendant - a man with clear blue eyes and a blond ponytail. He motions for a drink, first extending a finger and then sweeping his hand across the expanse of the back wall before handing Blond Ponytail his pay card. Decadence, he hears Alfred purr in his head, and shivers
( ... )
But the Party Don't Stop, No [4/?]
anonymous
November 5 2009, 16:38:14 UTC
He knows, Francis realizes. Oh, he knows what he’s doing.
And the worst part is that Francis finds himself torn between possessive jealousy and arousal so hard and hot it’s becoming painful.
The hand hooked around Alfred travels lower, lower, hooking in the spider-net web of his mesh shirt. Dragging down, down, down into the saddle of Alfred’s hips. No, he thinks, clenching his teeth, the bastard would not dare to -
But Alfred, always so clever and observant, is ahead of Francis. With a practiced twist, spin and step he is out of the man’s arms, sending a melting gaze over his shoulder as he glides into the next man’s arms.
Francis’s tension leaves his body - along with the breath hunched up, snarling, in his lungs. His limbs pliant, the alcohol warming his cheekbones and skin, he watches Alfred dance, and dance, and dance. He watches Alfred weave a pattern as he dances, like a spider shifting from branch to branch as he weaves his web.
By the time Francis realizes Alfred’s making his way towards him, he’s already caught,
( ... )
But the Party Don't Stop, No [5/?]
anonymous
November 6 2009, 01:37:53 UTC
He loves it enough that his awareness expands out of and around him. He doesn’t remember when he realizes that Alfred’s hard and twitching against his hipbone, or that he’s begun to follow the other as he starts walking backwards.
He just knows and doesn’t know, which doesn’t make sense, but it does, and it’s beyond anything he can really say, which is all right. It makes his mouth water and his own cock throb, so that when he feels Alfred slow and stop, it makes Francis press his own body closer, hands coming up to press against a wall he didn’t know was there.
He will leave handprints, most likely - subtle but still there, the most maddening kind. But as Alfred keens and Francis realizes he can hear that high, needy voice, as Alfred wraps a leg around Francis’s hip and grinds, he realizes that he really doesn’t care.
And even if he did, he can’t, because his body takes over, moving his body so that the saddles of their hips are aligned and moving in a wide, lazy circle. Francis teases, the first time around. He wants to do
( ... )
Well then... Apparently trashy-glam is the In-thing in the States now. As much as I'd like to come down against that, this song is addicting in it's catchy pop trashy-glamness: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ra0CWBW9aY
Therefore OP would like to request something with this song and America. Him grooving to it or acting out the lyrics in the fill or anything like that. A fill inspired by this song, with America, because I see him having that sort of wild "don't stop, make it pop" spirit.
Can be anyone/America - England, Canada, France, whoever. Just as long as America bottoms! Must have that sort of letting loose feeling on America's part. The being wild and letting go and not caring if he's being a little trashy and slutty so long as he's having fun.
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Club that they’re dancing at is based off of Apex, in Washington DC. Pictures and details can be found here: http://www.apex-dc.com/
___
“You should come down to D.C. a few days early, Francis.”
Francis freezes, his long gold hair glittering in the dim light where it isn’t wrapped around the teeth of his brush. “Well,” he says, just to taste the word on his tongue. To try it out. “Well,” he says again, putting his brush down, “that certainly sounds intriguing.”
“Interesting choice of words,” Alfred murmurs, and Francis can just picture those half-lidded eyes, that cocky, Southern sun-soaked smile. “You make it sound like I have other motives than the political.”
“Cher, you only use that particular tone of voice when you have ( ... )
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And the fill's really lovely, can't wait for the next part
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Oh, anon, this is fantastic! How did you know I adore this pairing?! And Alfred's tone... *shivers with lust* France being both curious and turned on is so like him - a bit thrown of the the novelty but turned on by it as well. His slight arrogance, but also his smoothness, it's all perfect. I can envision all of this perfectly.
Thank you so much; I can't wait for the next part!!
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“Francis!”
Oh, thank god.
Francis turns his head and grins at Alfred, feeling something a little like fondness well up in his heart when he sees that head of gold hair poke out the door. “Alfred, mon cher, there you are ( ... )
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<3
recaptcha: "shuttered public" - No sex in public?! Awwwww...
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Not only because that song is one of my guilty pleasures, and I have more than one pair of glitter-encrusted leggings hiding in my wardrobe, but holymotherofgodyourstyle.
Nom.
(reCAPTCHA; 'laplace'. LAPDANCE YOU MEAN.)
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reCAPTCHA says: "has patel". ...that sounds rather...French, I guess?
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Good luck with your NaNo as well. This fill is amazing, so I expect your novel will be as well!
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Oh, Francis. We want that for you too. Soso much.
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*groan*
*slooooow breath*
Fuck. *goes get tissues*
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And the worst part is that Francis finds himself torn between possessive jealousy and arousal so hard and hot it’s becoming painful.
The hand hooked around Alfred travels lower, lower, hooking in the spider-net web of his mesh shirt. Dragging down, down, down into the saddle of Alfred’s hips. No, he thinks, clenching his teeth, the bastard would not dare to -
But Alfred, always so clever and observant, is ahead of Francis. With a practiced twist, spin and step he is out of the man’s arms, sending a melting gaze over his shoulder as he glides into the next man’s arms.
Francis’s tension leaves his body - along with the breath hunched up, snarling, in his lungs. His limbs pliant, the alcohol warming his cheekbones and skin, he watches Alfred dance, and dance, and dance. He watches Alfred weave a pattern as he dances, like a spider shifting from branch to branch as he weaves his web.
By the time Francis realizes Alfred’s making his way towards him, he’s already caught, ( ... )
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He just knows and doesn’t know, which doesn’t make sense, but it does, and it’s beyond anything he can really say, which is all right. It makes his mouth water and his own cock throb, so that when he feels Alfred slow and stop, it makes Francis press his own body closer, hands coming up to press against a wall he didn’t know was there.
He will leave handprints, most likely - subtle but still there, the most maddening kind. But as Alfred keens and Francis realizes he can hear that high, needy voice, as Alfred wraps a leg around Francis’s hip and grinds, he realizes that he really doesn’t care.
And even if he did, he can’t, because his body takes over, moving his body so that the saddles of their hips are aligned and moving in a wide, lazy circle. Francis teases, the first time around. He wants to do ( ... )
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