Re: Invisible Hand (4b/4)
anonymous
March 9 2010, 23:48:25 UTC
That's 4a up there...you saw nothing... ----
“I thought you might’ve exploded if you had to wait,” England replied, his fingers toying with the American’s hair and making him sigh in satisfaction.
“Yeah, well…” America struggled for a good response. “Your fairies, your fault.” He stroked down England’s sides to hook his fingers in the smaller blonde’s waistband. His nice, meeting-appropriate slacks were still intact, but doing nothing to hide the fact that England was still hard.
“You want some help with that?” America smirked, cheeky, while England shivered at the feel of America’s palm touching him through the fabric.
“Don’t be a bloody tease about it,” he growled. Despite the annoyance in his voice, England was grinding himself against America’s hand and arching up into the mouth now trailing down his chest. Everything stopped for a moment, and England was gathering breath to yell at the American when he was abruptly lifted and put on his feet. He looked down to see America kneeling as he worked to get England’s pants out of his way.
England nearly purred. “That’s more like it,” he said past a groan when America’s lips brushed his hipbone. America’s chin bumped the head of his cock and England fell back against the stall’s wall in response. The younger nation couldn’t help grinning. At least England was feeling a little bit of his previous frustration if he was this sensitive.
More out of sympathy than anything else, America decided to skip teasing the smaller nation and shucked his underwear off quickly, losing no time in putting his mouth to use the moment they fell. Above him, England made a breathy noise and shaking fingers flew to America’s hair. He really hoped England wouldn’t yank his hair, but he seemed to be touching just simply for the feel of America being there. Assured he wasn’t about to get wrenched around, America opened his mouth wider and pressed forward.
England had always said he was slow, but America felt a little proud that he quickly figured out how to make England come undone. Slowly running his tongue down the man made him shudder and slip further down against the wall. If he sucked hard at the tip, England would stiffen and his hips had to be held down to keep America from gagging.
He forgot where, but America spontaneously remembered hearing that humming while doing this was awesome, so he did. Maybe England thought it was God Save the Queen, but America firmly believed it was My Country Tis of Thee. Either way, it made England’s hands spasm in his hair and the older nation moaned louder than America had heard thus far. If he weren’t busy, America might have smiled in triumph, but instead he experimented further and tried to see just how far he could fit England down his throat.
When he looked up, America thought he’d made a mistake, because it wasn’t physically possible to get it up again that soon, but the sight almost made it so. England’s face was flushed, breath coming harshly, but he still didn’t look like any girl. The once-pirate looked unconquered. He met America’s eye and smiled, not smirked, looking like maybe he was a little in love. America didn’t get the chance to think about it too much because in the next second England’s eyes slammed closed and that was all the warning he got before England came, almost-shouting something that sounded a lot like America’s name.
The younger nation didn’t back off, but when England finished, he did immediately spit into the toilet so conveniently nearby. England looked too out of it to manage more than staying upright, so America pulled his clothes back on for him, ignoring the shirt for now in favor of running his hands all over England while the nation couldn’t swat at him for it.
“You said we could have sex,” America accused when he thought England was in a state to actually hear him and react properly. England scowled lightly and America kissed him to erase it. “You did. And aren’t gentlemen supposed to keep their word?” He grinned widely, knowing he was being an annoying little shit. England smacked out at him, but he didn’t look entirely opposed to the idea.
Re: Invisible Hand (4c/4 Last Part!)
anonymous
March 9 2010, 23:51:33 UTC
“I suppose that’s true,” he mumbled, watching his own hands fiddle with the hem of America’s still half-open pants and eventually buttoning them back up for him. “And of course you would choose now to actually pay attention to me…” England rolled his eyes, but grinned crookedly at the American. “You are staying in London for the night, correct?”
“Mhmm.” America’s grin widened as he pressed it into the skin of England’s neck. “Mind if I stay at your house tonight?”
“I think that could be managed.”
They parted, eventually, when England had nagged at America that yes, the meeting was over by now, and no, that didn’t mean they could loiter here forever. They were in a public restroom, for God’s sake. America snickered, reminded him what they’d just done in said public restroom, and unfortunately that resulted in England storming out even faster, shouting at America that he’d better not get lost or England might just lock him out this time (he never had before, but America figured today wasn’t the day to risk that he might).
The door shut behind him, leaving behind an American with a ridiculously wide smile across his face. However, he thought it might risk his chances of getting laid, so America waited until England was out of earshot before letting out a cheer of victory.
---- It's done! Anon may have blushed her way through the last bits, but it is finished! Hope you guys approve...
There also may or may not (probably will) be an epilogue/sequel to this in which we see later that night and England attempts to get America to /really/ see some magical creatures. It just might be a while before it's up.
Re: Invisible Hand (4c/4 Last Part!)
anonymous
March 10 2010, 00:30:09 UTC
... BRB FAPPING ...
WHOLE THING. SO HOT. UNF.
I'm so sorry, authornon, but reading your fill seems to have robbed me of the ability to articulate my feelings properly. D; It was- it was- UNF SO HOT and GEEZ I COULD USE SOME NEW PANTIES RIGHT ABOUT NOW and FRANCE AND HUNGARY WOULD BE SO PROUD OF YOU, ANON! <3 Mmm...dang, uh... I loved Iggy getting molested through his trousers, because he wears totally nerdy clothes and that makes (canon, mind you!) pervy England ultra sexy and made of win. And then- then the soft, non-smirky smiling and the not-looking-like-a-girl and the EYES SNAPPING SHUT SUDDENLY unf unf unf~
(Also, I'm the same anon who was asking about your other fills- and I have read the Westboro one! Good stuff, anon~!) Now all we need is kinky gay nation-sex in a Baptist church. ahem.
On a less ... capslock-y note, that was both realistic and hot, so I guess you don't have to worry about your ability to write smut in the future. ;D
America's sudden worries in the heat of the moment were in character, and I like the train of thought there, too. I kind of laughed out loud, actually:
The smaller blonde was trapped with both arms behind him for a moment and something in America’s brain made a note to wheedle his way into tying England down sometime. Worry came rushing up as that thought flitted by. This wasn’t…they would be…again, right? America had no idea how this stuff went down in Europe and started to panic that maybe his Puritan roots were going to get him screwed over.
I also loved England's little possessive (in the good way, for once, lol) comment, and America's reaction to it was lovely and pretty much what I would imagine:
Two hundred years ago, it might have started a war. Right now, it made America bury a loud moan in England’s neck and come all over his hand and stomach.
The God Save the Queen versus My Country Tis of Thee may be my favorite thing in this fill just because it's so, so very America. ♥ So is this, by the way: He grinned widely, knowing he was being an annoying little shit. I firmly believe he knows this in canon, at least much of the time. XD
Mommy!England absent-mindedly buttoning up America's shirt after a blowjob should probably seem more wrong to me, but it just kind of gives me the warm fuzzies instead; is that wrong? XD
... I didn't read the author's note until I finished typing this, but an epilogue or sequel would be awesome even if it took months! :D I totally bookmarked this, so I'll keep an eye out. *excited*
an epilogue/sequel to this in which ... England attempts to get America to /really/ see some magical creatures Why does that sound so dirty, ahahaha. Er, I'm horrible and corrupt, sorry!
But really, thanks so much for writing this; it was funny and fun as hell to read. ♥ I bet the OP is stoked!
OHOHO, ReCaptcha says "necktie familiar" -- does that mean America gets that bondage afterall? Captcha and I share the same wishes, for once.
Holy God, I think your comments just made my life! Thank you! Thank you so very much!
And yeah, the sequelogue that is in the works in my brain makes that comment just as dirty as you think it is. England's explanation from what I have so far: "If you can be reduced to not thinking, only reacting, it will be that much simpler to accept what you see for truth. So, in as many words, yes, I want you completely reactive, overwhelmed and drowning, beyond thought."
Hopefully I'll write it real fast before it leaves my head. D:
Oh authoranon, I'm SO GLAD you decided to finish it off with smut, because damn, you do it SO WELL. This was smoking! And America was so wonderfully IC all throughout - whining at Arthur at the end on purpose to annoy him, complaining, and being quick to learn how to manipulate England, LOLOLOL. And am I missing something, or DID England make America come in his pants just like he feared he would? XDDD And I loved both possessive!England and America getting turned on by possessive!England.
I look forward to the sequel muchly, especially if more magical creatures are involved. I love England's train of thought about how to make America see them, btw.
Re: Invisible Hand (4c/4 Last Part!)
anonymous
April 4 2010, 23:37:51 UTC
WOW, so fucking hot. I swear, this sucked you in hard and kept you there. America's train of thoughts amused me greatly, because they reminded me that he's still a teen, even if he's superpowerful and all thatXD
England's so devious. Even when trying to do something as 'innocent' as getting America to see magical creatures he does it in such a perverted formXD even though I totally awww'd when he looked at America a little bit in love before coming...
The smaller blonde was trapped with both arms behind him for a moment and something in America’s brain made a note to wheedle his way into tying England down sometime. Worry came rushing up as that thought flitted by. This wasn’t…they would be…again, right? America had no idea how this stuff went down in Europe and started to panic that maybe his Puritan roots were going to get him screwed over.
This was probably my favourite part of the fic...and I think you've got something really interesting going on here. America's obviously deeply infatuated...but he's also worried that things in Europe aren't as...comitted. He feels a bit insecure about England's feelings toward him, seems to be wondering if today it's him, tomorrow will be France, and Denmark was yesterday. Any chance of this doubts appearing in the sequelogue?
Thank you for this amazingly hot and funny fill!! will you update in the Fills post? it makes it easier to follow the progress of your fic ^^
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“I thought you might’ve exploded if you had to wait,” England replied, his fingers toying with the American’s hair and making him sigh in satisfaction.
“Yeah, well…” America struggled for a good response. “Your fairies, your fault.” He stroked down England’s sides to hook his fingers in the smaller blonde’s waistband. His nice, meeting-appropriate slacks were still intact, but doing nothing to hide the fact that England was still hard.
“You want some help with that?” America smirked, cheeky, while England shivered at the feel of America’s palm touching him through the fabric.
“Don’t be a bloody tease about it,” he growled. Despite the annoyance in his voice, England was grinding himself against America’s hand and arching up into the mouth now trailing down his chest. Everything stopped for a moment, and England was gathering breath to yell at the American when he was abruptly lifted and put on his feet. He looked down to see America kneeling as he worked to get England’s pants out of his way.
England nearly purred. “That’s more like it,” he said past a groan when America’s lips brushed his hipbone. America’s chin bumped the head of his cock and England fell back against the stall’s wall in response. The younger nation couldn’t help grinning. At least England was feeling a little bit of his previous frustration if he was this sensitive.
More out of sympathy than anything else, America decided to skip teasing the smaller nation and shucked his underwear off quickly, losing no time in putting his mouth to use the moment they fell. Above him, England made a breathy noise and shaking fingers flew to America’s hair. He really hoped England wouldn’t yank his hair, but he seemed to be touching just simply for the feel of America being there. Assured he wasn’t about to get wrenched around, America opened his mouth wider and pressed forward.
England had always said he was slow, but America felt a little proud that he quickly figured out how to make England come undone. Slowly running his tongue down the man made him shudder and slip further down against the wall. If he sucked hard at the tip, England would stiffen and his hips had to be held down to keep America from gagging.
He forgot where, but America spontaneously remembered hearing that humming while doing this was awesome, so he did. Maybe England thought it was God Save the Queen, but America firmly believed it was My Country Tis of Thee. Either way, it made England’s hands spasm in his hair and the older nation moaned louder than America had heard thus far. If he weren’t busy, America might have smiled in triumph, but instead he experimented further and tried to see just how far he could fit England down his throat.
When he looked up, America thought he’d made a mistake, because it wasn’t physically possible to get it up again that soon, but the sight almost made it so. England’s face was flushed, breath coming harshly, but he still didn’t look like any girl. The once-pirate looked unconquered. He met America’s eye and smiled, not smirked, looking like maybe he was a little in love. America didn’t get the chance to think about it too much because in the next second England’s eyes slammed closed and that was all the warning he got before England came, almost-shouting something that sounded a lot like America’s name.
The younger nation didn’t back off, but when England finished, he did immediately spit into the toilet so conveniently nearby. England looked too out of it to manage more than staying upright, so America pulled his clothes back on for him, ignoring the shirt for now in favor of running his hands all over England while the nation couldn’t swat at him for it.
“You said we could have sex,” America accused when he thought England was in a state to actually hear him and react properly. England scowled lightly and America kissed him to erase it. “You did. And aren’t gentlemen supposed to keep their word?” He grinned widely, knowing he was being an annoying little shit. England smacked out at him, but he didn’t look entirely opposed to the idea.
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“Mhmm.” America’s grin widened as he pressed it into the skin of England’s neck. “Mind if I stay at your house tonight?”
“I think that could be managed.”
They parted, eventually, when England had nagged at America that yes, the meeting was over by now, and no, that didn’t mean they could loiter here forever. They were in a public restroom, for God’s sake. America snickered, reminded him what they’d just done in said public restroom, and unfortunately that resulted in England storming out even faster, shouting at America that he’d better not get lost or England might just lock him out this time (he never had before, but America figured today wasn’t the day to risk that he might).
The door shut behind him, leaving behind an American with a ridiculously wide smile across his face. However, he thought it might risk his chances of getting laid, so America waited until England was out of earshot before letting out a cheer of victory.
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It's done! Anon may have blushed her way through the last bits, but it is finished! Hope you guys approve...
There also may or may not (probably will) be an epilogue/sequel to this in which we see later that night and England attempts to get America to /really/ see some magical creatures. It just might be a while before it's up.
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WHOLE THING. SO HOT. UNF.
I'm so sorry, authornon, but reading your fill seems to have robbed me of the ability to articulate my feelings properly. D; It was- it was- UNF SO HOT and GEEZ I COULD USE SOME NEW PANTIES RIGHT ABOUT NOW and FRANCE AND HUNGARY WOULD BE SO PROUD OF YOU, ANON! <3 Mmm...dang, uh... I loved Iggy getting molested through his trousers, because he wears totally nerdy clothes and that makes (canon, mind you!) pervy England ultra sexy and made of win. And then- then the soft, non-smirky smiling and the not-looking-like-a-girl and the EYES SNAPPING SHUT SUDDENLY unf unf unf~
(Also, I'm the same anon who was asking about your other fills- and I have read the Westboro one! Good stuff, anon~!) Now all we need is kinky gay nation-sex in a Baptist church. ahem.
captcha: noninvolved thoughts ...uhhhhlolol
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On a less ... capslock-y note, that was both realistic and hot, so I guess you don't have to worry about your ability to write smut in the future. ;D
America's sudden worries in the heat of the moment were in character, and I like the train of thought there, too. I kind of laughed out loud, actually:
The smaller blonde was trapped with both arms behind him for a moment and something in America’s brain made a note to wheedle his way into tying England down sometime. Worry came rushing up as that thought flitted by. This wasn’t…they would be…again, right? America had no idea how this stuff went down in Europe and started to panic that maybe his Puritan roots were going to get him screwed over.
I also loved England's little possessive (in the good way, for once, lol) comment, and America's reaction to it was lovely and pretty much what I would imagine:
Two hundred years ago, it might have started a war. Right now, it made America bury a loud moan in England’s neck and come all over his hand and stomach.
The God Save the Queen versus My Country Tis of Thee may be my favorite thing in this fill just because it's so, so very America. ♥ So is this, by the way: He grinned widely, knowing he was being an annoying little shit. I firmly believe he knows this in canon, at least much of the time. XD
Mommy!England absent-mindedly buttoning up America's shirt after a blowjob should probably seem more wrong to me, but it just kind of gives me the warm fuzzies instead; is that wrong? XD
... I didn't read the author's note until I finished typing this, but an epilogue or sequel would be awesome even if it took months! :D I totally bookmarked this, so I'll keep an eye out. *excited*
an epilogue/sequel to this in which ... England attempts to get America to /really/ see some magical creatures Why does that sound so dirty, ahahaha. Er, I'm horrible and corrupt, sorry!
But really, thanks so much for writing this; it was funny and fun as hell to read. ♥ I bet the OP is stoked!
OHOHO, ReCaptcha says "necktie familiar" -- does that mean America gets that bondage afterall? Captcha and I share the same wishes, for once.
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And yeah, the sequelogue that is in the works in my brain makes that comment just as dirty as you think it is.
England's explanation from what I have so far: "If you can be reduced to not thinking, only reacting, it will be that much simpler to accept what you see for truth. So, in as many words, yes, I want you completely reactive, overwhelmed and drowning, beyond thought."
Hopefully I'll write it real fast before it leaves my head. D:
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America just needs to go ahead and admit he does shit on purpose in cannon. xD This describes him so well.
That was hot, anon. So ververhot.
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I look forward to the sequel muchly, especially if more magical creatures are involved. I love England's train of thought about how to make America see them, btw.
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England's so devious. Even when trying to do something as 'innocent' as getting America to see magical creatures he does it in such a perverted formXD
even though I totally awww'd when he looked at America a little bit in love before coming...
The smaller blonde was trapped with both arms behind him for a moment and something in America’s brain made a note to wheedle his way into tying England down sometime. Worry came rushing up as that thought flitted by. This wasn’t…they would be…again, right? America had no idea how this stuff went down in Europe and started to panic that maybe his Puritan roots were going to get him screwed over.
This was probably my favourite part of the fic...and I think you've got something really interesting going on here. America's obviously deeply infatuated...but he's also worried that things in Europe aren't as...comitted. He feels a bit insecure about England's feelings toward him, seems to be wondering if today it's him, tomorrow will be France, and Denmark was yesterday. Any chance of this doubts appearing in the sequelogue?
Thank you for this amazingly hot and funny fill!!
will you update in the Fills post? it makes it easier to follow the progress of your fic ^^
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