Show Time [part 7] USxUKsanzogoku39May 16 2010, 15:55:45 UTC
The gel, looking to be a rosy pink (it may just be the light) was carefully spread. A finger dipped into the lump of goo in his hands, and taking just a bit he traced the line of his crack, rubbing up and down. Even from this distance I could see his blushing hole, twitching and contracting as the index finger ran over it. Another finger joined the fray, and they made motions like waves breaking on rocks. Despite himself, England’s legs started to visibly tremble.
Said finger dipped into the goo pool once again, this time taking more, and concentrating it over the anticipating opening, rubbing little circles as it twitched. He turned his head to me and licked the remaining gel off his hand, bringing the naughty fingers to his mouth and spreading the gel over them with his tongue, winding it around them with his eyelids low and breath obviously labored.
Leaning against the mirror, now using his other arm to balance instead of his forehead, with the other arm coming out from under him between his legs, England pushed the two digits in with a gasp, and I positively throbbed with need. England’s fingers pushed in, in, in and then slooowly out, with him trembling and whimpering like a woman the whole way. I began to make small, uncontrollable thrusts into the bare air, if only to relieve a little of the building tension in my loins. My entire body flushed and throbbed with fever every time the fingers surfaced, seeming to be slicker with each painstaking emergence.
He began to lightly scissor himself, stretching the hole in preparation for what he’d been denying me for so long. After what seemed like an eternity of wanting, wanting, wanting so badly, a third finger, and then a fourth were added. England had effectively fingered himself to the ground, as his legs were no longer functioning well enough to support his quivering weight. He lay prostrated before me on his knees, fingers thrusting into him at an alarming rate, and I could do nothing. I was harder than I’d ever been in my life, and I couldn’t even touch myself. I couldn’t even touch England. I began to heave against my restraints desperately, angrily.
From his spot on the floor, the green eyed nation lamented me, “Nnn, be a…. be a good boy and let…ah~…let big brother put on a…a show for you~mm..”
I could stand it no longer. Ropes be damned, I was the United States of America, Greatest Dang Nation on this here globe, and I would not let England deny me my relief any longer - I summoned up a huge burst of energy by taxing the middle class, and ripped the chair arms clean off. I raised one to my mouth and took the ropes between my teeth, tearing the bindings like paper, and tossing the chair arm to the side. Arthur, while fully aware of my rebellion, seemed to be completely incapacitated, unable to will his hand to stop. I tore the other ropes, and ripped off my ruined shirt and pants, then taking England’s hair into my fist and grinding his face into the floor. I took less than a second to right myself and free his hole of occupancy, before plunging in.
Even with his preparation, England was a tight fit, and my engorged mass had to stretch its own shallow path. I watched England in the mirror, pawing at the ground, writing and twitching below me, eyebrows furrowed in pain, but eyes rolled back in ecstasy, drool pooling on the floor by his upturned lips.
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Fuck you finals, I'm DONE. Thanks for all the positive feedback you guys lol. I was rereading it, and I happened to see that I had a great idea, but I didn't write it down and now I have NO IDEA what it was lol. I've been trying to remember all morning...
Re: Your anon broke. Also...sanzogoku39May 16 2010, 16:17:45 UTC
Aghhhhh fuck it says I can delete it, but that would fuck up the links I put up on the fills thread.... maybe I'll just leave my shame up for display... Goddamn..
Re: Show Time [part 7] USxUKsanzogoku39May 16 2010, 20:01:10 UTC
OH. MY. GOD
I'm speechless. You...you don't even know what a whore I am for America being forceful and using his strength during sex. UNF. Do want more now England, you magnificent bastard, faking you haven't planned for him to finally lose it like thatXD also, I'm gleeful for your anon-break, since I can now stalk you ^^
Show Time [part 8] USxUKsanzogoku39May 16 2010, 22:07:28 UTC
Saiyuki is great isn't it... that Minekura-sensei is a genius. Finally finished though!! This gets wrapped up in part 8 and 9.
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But the simple feel of him around me was amazing - better than I could have hoped for. I felt something high pitched and embarrassing try to fight its way out of my throat, but suppressed it and leaned over, biting into his shoulder as I sheathed as much of myself as I could force into England. His hot, slippery walls convulsed around me, sucking me in and willing me out in short increments, the intensity of his spasms increasing every second. He moaned gasped and cried out beneath me, rocking his hips side to side, thrashing his head, pleading with me no, no oh god, don’t move yet, please, oh god Alfred, please.
Disregarding anything he may have said, I took a moment to pull out half-way quickly, and squeezed those damn ass cheeks for all their worth, palming and scraping at them with my hungry hands, finally feeling fulfilled. They were just as smooth as they looked, but had an underlying firmness to them that gave shape and heat and god they were perfect. My fingers felt electrically charged as they ran over him, leaving nail imprints and bruises. I gave a particularly hard wringing and began to throb once more inside him, hard as hell. Possibly in response to my overly honest body, England jerked harshly upwards, gasping and oh’ing and pleading.
Now completely ready to claim what was mine, I roughly grabbed him about the thighs and began to lick a trail up the side of his neck to his ear, which I bit down on as I pulled him backwards hard onto my waiting phallus. England cried out and almost fell as dead weight at the shock of being filled so quickly with so much, but I held him up by the hips and forced his body backwards and forwards as I moved my hips in an unceremonious off-pace rhythm determined by how fast different parts of my body could be made to move.
“Oh~! Oh god, oh good god, Alfred! Alfred~!” he cried out, chanting this same thing as I wrecked havoc on his hole. He clawed at the mirror and ground, screaming my name, completely limp, probably understanding that it was useless to resist, or to even try to participate. Right now was all about using England’s body like a rag. Making him dirty. Wearing him down. Making him scream, “Oh god, Alfre~d~~!”
Panting and sweating and squeezing his hips as hard as I could to bring them down harder, faster onto me, I glared down at his passion enthralled face in the mirror, “Yeah, uff… you like that.. hah… don’t you?”
“Yeeees~” his eyes continued to roll to the back of their sockets. I grinned, and grabbed one of his legs by the boot-covered knee to flip him, and draped it over my bare shoulder, fucking Arthur half suspended in the air, one leg sort-of dangling, arms and torso being thrown and shook around on the floor to the uneven rhythm of my thrusts.
Re: Show Time [part 9] USxUKsanzogoku39May 16 2010, 22:11:20 UTC
Now with one hand free, I grabbed England’s erection and began to pump it, feeling his walls open to me further. The lube was beginning to rub in, and the beginnings of friction felt amazing, but I couldn’t even force myself to pound into him any faster. My hips were already moving at an animal pace, and the sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, accompanied only by grunts and cries born of pure pleasure. My glasses were completely fogged, but I could make out the curves of England’s body, flushed and spasming underneath me. I could feel my load ready to shoot off, and lifted England by the arms up into the air, slamming his back against the mirror and holding him up, slamming and plowing into him with as much force as I could find. He locked his arms around my neck and moaned into my ear, close, co close.
We simultaneously bit down on each other’s shoulders as I came, beating into him uncontrollably, blinded by the white hotness momentarily, my entire body surrendering itself to the thundering orgasm, with me riding it out and forcing myself to not stop thrusting into England. It was so hot. So fucking hot. I just kept thrusting into the fire, filling England to the deepest depths with my seed. England bit and clawed at me, slamming his head into the mirror, and with a few more pumps, he was finished as well, hot seed pouring all over my hand and belly.
For a good while, I just held him up there against the mirror, mind and body completely exhausted. Both of us just stood there, or in Arthur’s case, hung sandwiched in the air between a cracked mirror (when did that happen?) and a panting giant. Tentatively, or maybe he was just really sleepy, England pressed our lips together. We were both chapped to hell, jaws aching and minds calling for sleep, but all I ever wanted to do for the rest of my life was stand here and kiss England.
Oh wait.
SLAM. CRACK.
“A-ack! Fuck Alfred, what the hell was that for?!”
“What, the headbutt?”
“What else you bleeding dolt!?”
“You drugged me! And tied me to a chair!”
“I gave you the best time you’ll ever have hoped to see’s what I did!”
“You tortured me you damn drunk! With sex!”
“You fucking loved it, don’t go on denying it!”
“Oh don’t you pretend you’re a high horse, you came when my stimulus package hit your insides!”
“There you go again misusing my language..!”
“YOUR language!? I’ll have you know--"
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France looked on silently from the air vents, pants down, mess everywhere. Show was over. He had other houses to visit tonight. “Au revoir~” he whispered to the glowing pair below him with a smirk.
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There we go. OP, I hope I did your request due justice. I may go back and edit out the mistakes and make minor changes someday (and by someday, I mean tomorrow) for a more postable version. This was my first completed actual hetalia fic, and my first fill, and it's been a really good experience, despite all the difficulties I've found dealing with this horribly complicated livejournal website. I hear even primary school kids can work it well... why can't I..? *sigh* I hope everyone enjoyed it~
I'm not really good in giving comments, so I'll just say that it was so fucking hot and asfghjm. This is what I think. Strength!kink and manhandling IS WHAT I LIKE, MAN. WOMAN. And, well... England got what he deserved, yeah (;
In other words: THANK YOU SO MUCH. You have my internetz, babies, whatever. Anything you want.
Re: Show Time [part 9] USxUKsanzogoku39May 17 2010, 16:39:08 UTC
OHGOD, I love you for the forceful!Alfred of these last chapters! oh god, my guilty pleasure, so so damned hot. I wish I had something more constructive and less incoherent to say, but...UNF. Jizzed in my pants, like, 40 times =*_*=
Re: Show Time [part 9] USxUKsanzogoku39May 20 2010, 12:35:01 UTC
Lol, I laughed so hard at the mention of France in the vent XD
GORGEOUS WORK anon! You made it incredibly hot, thank you for filling this! op, you lucky, smart bastard I love your brains for thinking up such a wonderful request
captcha says: in observed - it always creeps me how does she know :O
Said finger dipped into the goo pool once again, this time taking more, and concentrating it over the anticipating opening, rubbing little circles as it twitched. He turned his head to me and licked the remaining gel off his hand, bringing the naughty fingers to his mouth and spreading the gel over them with his tongue, winding it around them with his eyelids low and breath obviously labored.
Leaning against the mirror, now using his other arm to balance instead of his forehead, with the other arm coming out from under him between his legs, England pushed the two digits in with a gasp, and I positively throbbed with need. England’s fingers pushed in, in, in and then slooowly out, with him trembling and whimpering like a woman the whole way. I began to make small, uncontrollable thrusts into the bare air, if only to relieve a little of the building tension in my loins. My entire body flushed and throbbed with fever every time the fingers surfaced, seeming to be slicker with each painstaking emergence.
He began to lightly scissor himself, stretching the hole in preparation for what he’d been denying me for so long. After what seemed like an eternity of wanting, wanting, wanting so badly, a third finger, and then a fourth were added. England had effectively fingered himself to the ground, as his legs were no longer functioning well enough to support his quivering weight. He lay prostrated before me on his knees, fingers thrusting into him at an alarming rate, and I could do nothing. I was harder than I’d ever been in my life, and I couldn’t even touch myself. I couldn’t even touch England. I began to heave against my restraints desperately, angrily.
From his spot on the floor, the green eyed nation lamented me, “Nnn, be a…. be a good boy and let…ah~…let big brother put on a…a show for you~mm..”
I could stand it no longer. Ropes be damned, I was the United States of America, Greatest Dang Nation on this here globe, and I would not let England deny me my relief any longer - I summoned up a huge burst of energy by taxing the middle class, and ripped the chair arms clean off. I raised one to my mouth and took the ropes between my teeth, tearing the bindings like paper, and tossing the chair arm to the side. Arthur, while fully aware of my rebellion, seemed to be completely incapacitated, unable to will his hand to stop. I tore the other ropes, and ripped off my ruined shirt and pants, then taking England’s hair into my fist and grinding his face into the floor. I took less than a second to right myself and free his hole of occupancy, before plunging in.
Even with his preparation, England was a tight fit, and my engorged mass had to stretch its own shallow path. I watched England in the mirror, pawing at the ground, writing and twitching below me, eyebrows furrowed in pain, but eyes rolled back in ecstasy, drool pooling on the floor by his upturned lips.
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Fuck you finals, I'm DONE.
Thanks for all the positive feedback you guys lol.
I was rereading it, and I happened to see that I had a great idea, but I didn't write it down and now I have NO IDEA what it was lol. I've been trying to remember all morning...
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What do I do!? Ack. Fuck. GOD DAMNIT. I'm not good at computers...@A@
Can I edit posts? Achasdfhkldjf;kldjf
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Best line ever: I summoned up a huge burst of energy by taxing the middle class,
JUST EPIC
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I summoned up a huge burst of energy by taxing the middle class, and ripped the chair arms clean off
And then I LOL'd.
At 4am in the morning.
And woke up my parents with my horse-laugh.
...I'm still giggling shamelessly.
Good one, author!whoisnolongeranon, good one. If it's any consolation, I totally dig Saiyuki as well. <3
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I'm speechless. You...you don't even know what a whore I am for America being forceful and using his strength during sex. UNF. Do want more now
England, you magnificent bastard, faking you haven't planned for him to finally lose it like thatXD
also, I'm gleeful for your anon-break, since I can now stalk you ^^
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Finally finished though!! This gets wrapped up in part 8 and 9.
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But the simple feel of him around me was amazing - better than I could have hoped for. I felt something high pitched and embarrassing try to fight its way out of my throat, but suppressed it and leaned over, biting into his shoulder as I sheathed as much of myself as I could force into England. His hot, slippery walls convulsed around me, sucking me in and willing me out in short increments, the intensity of his spasms increasing every second. He moaned gasped and cried out beneath me, rocking his hips side to side, thrashing his head, pleading with me no, no oh god, don’t move yet, please, oh god Alfred, please.
Disregarding anything he may have said, I took a moment to pull out half-way quickly, and squeezed those damn ass cheeks for all their worth, palming and scraping at them with my hungry hands, finally feeling fulfilled. They were just as smooth as they looked, but had an underlying firmness to them that gave shape and heat and god they were perfect. My fingers felt electrically charged as they ran over him, leaving nail imprints and bruises. I gave a particularly hard wringing and began to throb once more inside him, hard as hell. Possibly in response to my overly honest body, England jerked harshly upwards, gasping and oh’ing and pleading.
Now completely ready to claim what was mine, I roughly grabbed him about the thighs and began to lick a trail up the side of his neck to his ear, which I bit down on as I pulled him backwards hard onto my waiting phallus. England cried out and almost fell as dead weight at the shock of being filled so quickly with so much, but I held him up by the hips and forced his body backwards and forwards as I moved my hips in an unceremonious off-pace rhythm determined by how fast different parts of my body could be made to move.
“Oh~! Oh god, oh good god, Alfred! Alfred~!” he cried out, chanting this same thing as I wrecked havoc on his hole. He clawed at the mirror and ground, screaming my name, completely limp, probably understanding that it was useless to resist, or to even try to participate. Right now was all about using England’s body like a rag. Making him dirty. Wearing him down. Making him scream, “Oh god, Alfre~d~~!”
Panting and sweating and squeezing his hips as hard as I could to bring them down harder, faster onto me, I glared down at his passion enthralled face in the mirror, “Yeah, uff… you like that.. hah… don’t you?”
“Yeeees~” his eyes continued to roll to the back of their sockets. I grinned, and grabbed one of his legs by the boot-covered knee to flip him, and draped it over my bare shoulder, fucking Arthur half suspended in the air, one leg sort-of dangling, arms and torso being thrown and shook around on the floor to the uneven rhythm of my thrusts.
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We simultaneously bit down on each other’s shoulders as I came, beating into him uncontrollably, blinded by the white hotness momentarily, my entire body surrendering itself to the thundering orgasm, with me riding it out and forcing myself to not stop thrusting into England. It was so hot. So fucking hot. I just kept thrusting into the fire, filling England to the deepest depths with my seed. England bit and clawed at me, slamming his head into the mirror, and with a few more pumps, he was finished as well, hot seed pouring all over my hand and belly.
For a good while, I just held him up there against the mirror, mind and body completely exhausted. Both of us just stood there, or in Arthur’s case, hung sandwiched in the air between a cracked mirror (when did that happen?) and a panting giant. Tentatively, or maybe he was just really sleepy, England pressed our lips together. We were both chapped to hell, jaws aching and minds calling for sleep, but all I ever wanted to do for the rest of my life was stand here and kiss England.
Oh wait.
SLAM. CRACK.
“A-ack! Fuck Alfred, what the hell was that for?!”
“What, the headbutt?”
“What else you bleeding dolt!?”
“You drugged me! And tied me to a chair!”
“I gave you the best time you’ll ever have hoped to see’s what I did!”
“You tortured me you damn drunk! With sex!”
“You fucking loved it, don’t go on denying it!”
“Oh don’t you pretend you’re a high horse, you came when my stimulus package hit your insides!”
“There you go again misusing my language..!”
“YOUR language!? I’ll have you know--"
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France looked on silently from the air vents, pants down, mess everywhere. Show was over. He had other houses to visit tonight. “Au revoir~” he whispered to the glowing pair below him with a smirk.
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There we go. OP, I hope I did your request due justice. I may go back and edit out the mistakes and make minor changes someday (and by someday, I mean tomorrow) for a more postable version. This was my first completed actual hetalia fic, and my first fill, and it's been a really good experience, despite all the difficulties I've found dealing with this horribly complicated livejournal website. I hear even primary school kids can work it well... why can't I..? *sigh*
I hope everyone enjoyed it~
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I'm not really good in giving comments, so I'll just say that it was so fucking hot and asfghjm. This is what I think. Strength!kink and manhandling IS WHAT I LIKE, MAN. WOMAN. And, well... England got what he deserved, yeah (;
In other words: THANK YOU SO MUCH. You have my internetz, babies, whatever. Anything you want.
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GORGEOUS WORK anon! You made it incredibly hot, thank you for filling this!
op, you lucky, smart bastard I love your brains for thinking up such a wonderful request
captcha says: in observed - it always creeps me how does she know :O
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