Ptichka 1/?
anonymous
September 9 2010, 01:06:33 UTC
“I’m not wearing that.”
“But--”
“No.” Alfred crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the outfit his partner had placed on the bed. Leather. It was fucking leather. “There is no way in hell that I am going to wear that-- that thing.”
Ivan tilted his head to the side in- what America assumed was supposed to be- an endearing way, and frowned ever-so-slightly. “But, America, it matches your eyes.”
“How is that a good reason?”
“I went through so much trouble to get it for you,” he drawled, running a hand slowly down the front of the corset. “It is surprisingly hard to find someone that will make them custom.”
“Well, I hope you saved the damn receipt,” Alfred mumbled. God, Russia’s hands looked so deliciously sinf- he dropped the thought and averted his eyes.
Ivan’s fingers caught on the blue, silken pattern that was etched so delicately into the leather. “Alfred,” he purred dangerously, “I did not. Are you so wasteful as to have me throw all the nice things I bought for you, out?”
‘There’s more!? What the hell does he do with his free ti-’ Alfred was pulled out of his thoughts by a strong hand gripping his chin. “You are ignoring me?” Violet eyes twinkled cruelly.
“I-I,” Alfred stuttered pathetically. “No?” He flinched when Russia’s grip tightened. Not the right answer.
Ivan tenderly brushed his thumb across America’s lips. “Selfish child,” he whispered, bringing his face closer to Alfred’s.
“Hey! I am not--”
“Shut up,” Ivan ordered, breath hot against America’s cheek. “We are always doing what you want,” he kissed along Alfred’s jaw and down his neck. “Why do I get no turn?”
Alfred tilted his head, exposing more of his neck, and Russia let him. “Be-because you buy w-weird shi-ah!” Russia bit down roughly on America’s collarbone, the thin material of his t-shirt providing little protection. Alfred shoved himself away and glared, hand holding the spot that had been bitten. “What the hell, Russia?!”
Ivan straightened and smiled sweetly. “Ah? What is wrong, ptichka?” His smile turned mocking. “Is the poor, little hero hurt?” He laughed lightly and stalked- there was surely no other word for it- towards Alfred, who soon found himself backed up against one of the bedroom walls.
“Russia,” Alfred gulped, “you’re being creepy. St-stop it.” He jerked when Russia’s palm hit the wall by his head.
“Scared, ptichka?” Russia whispered with a laugh. He ran his hand softly down America’s neck, pulling his collar aside so he could see the mark he’d left. “It is going to be a lovely bruise,” Ivan smiled and kissed America harshly.
Of course America yanked away. He wasn’t just going to sit back and let Russia brutalize his mouth. Even if part of him didn’t quite feel like fighting back like he should have, when Russia forced him back into the kiss, he was the fucking hero, and would not give in.
Alfred wasn’t sure when Russia’s tongue had invaded his mouth, probably some time after his eyes had slipped shut, or his hands had clenched in Ivan’s jacket to pull the other nation closer. It didn’t matter. The only thing that seemed to be of any importance was the feeling of that devilish tongue sliding against his own, and the nips and bites that came whenever Ivan withdrew for a quick breath of air.
“America, ptichka,” Ivan purred against his neck, “you want me, da?” Alfred nodded weakly, and just barely managed a stuttering yes in response. He could feel Ivan’s lips curl into a smile. “Then,” he went on, in a silky smooth voice as he slowly pulled away, “no sex, until you wear the corset.”
Re: Ptichka 1/?
anonymous
September 9 2010, 04:12:54 UTC
Well, that's one way to make it TOTALLY CONSENSUAL. Very good start, anon! Russia went and ordered it special, how can Al can refuse? Especially if Russia's holding back sex, lol.
Re: Ptichka 1/?
anonymous
September 12 2010, 19:19:12 UTC
Damn it America dont stop fighting it !
This is so hot *3* please continue dangerously sexy Russia is dangerously sexy!
On another note I've worn one (for not so hot reasons ;A;) and it was half way tied (loosely even) and I was already like 'okay take it off ...cant breath!'
Re: Author!Anon
anonymous
September 12 2010, 22:16:24 UTC
Not above anon, but this anon can vouch for that. I've worn a satin corset. Looked great, but it was difficult to breathe until I learned how to do it right (breathe very shallow breaths, without moving your ribcage). Worn properly, they're just very, very snug and not too uncomfortable once you get used to it. Worn too tight, you might faint from the lack of air and circulation, and in the long term, it could move around your organs. Hopefully, since Russia special-ordered it, the corset will be properly fitted.
Re: Author!Anon
anonymous
September 13 2010, 04:36:23 UTC
Actually, OP has worn a leather corset (the sinspiration for this fic hoho I'm so punny~) and the feelings of wearing one are actually quite interesting. For me, at least, I did get dizzy at first while wearing it and have also experienced a lot of... rigidity, I suppose? There isn't a lot of mobility, and bending is damn near impossible, if the boning/leather are of good quality. Also, um, when tightening, one has a tendency to gasp a bit I did. A lot. and eyes get really wide.
Re: Author!Anon
anonymous
September 13 2010, 06:38:27 UTC
Hmm, well there are so-called "sport corsets" that allow a little more movement, in the same vein as a sports bra, though I don't think it makes a very big improvement. Russia's probably going to have to do most of the work.
recaptcha: encumbered Pretty good guess, captcha, but not quite right.
“But--”
“No.” Alfred crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the outfit his partner had placed on the bed. Leather. It was fucking leather. “There is no way in hell that I am going to wear that-- that thing.”
Ivan tilted his head to the side in- what America assumed was supposed to be- an endearing way, and frowned ever-so-slightly. “But, America, it matches your eyes.”
“How is that a good reason?”
“I went through so much trouble to get it for you,” he drawled, running a hand slowly down the front of the corset. “It is surprisingly hard to find someone that will make them custom.”
“Well, I hope you saved the damn receipt,” Alfred mumbled. God, Russia’s hands looked so deliciously sinf- he dropped the thought and averted his eyes.
Ivan’s fingers caught on the blue, silken pattern that was etched so delicately into the leather. “Alfred,” he purred dangerously, “I did not. Are you so wasteful as to have me throw all the nice things I bought for you, out?”
‘There’s more!? What the hell does he do with his free ti-’ Alfred was pulled out of his thoughts by a strong hand gripping his chin. “You are ignoring me?” Violet eyes twinkled cruelly.
“I-I,” Alfred stuttered pathetically. “No?” He flinched when Russia’s grip tightened. Not the right answer.
Ivan tenderly brushed his thumb across America’s lips. “Selfish child,” he whispered, bringing his face closer to Alfred’s.
“Hey! I am not--”
“Shut up,” Ivan ordered, breath hot against America’s cheek. “We are always doing what you want,” he kissed along Alfred’s jaw and down his neck. “Why do I get no turn?”
Alfred tilted his head, exposing more of his neck, and Russia let him. “Be-because you buy w-weird shi-ah!” Russia bit down roughly on America’s collarbone, the thin material of his t-shirt providing little protection. Alfred shoved himself away and glared, hand holding the spot that had been bitten. “What the hell, Russia?!”
Ivan straightened and smiled sweetly. “Ah? What is wrong, ptichka?” His smile turned mocking. “Is the poor, little hero hurt?” He laughed lightly and stalked- there was surely no other word for it- towards Alfred, who soon found himself backed up against one of the bedroom walls.
“Russia,” Alfred gulped, “you’re being creepy. St-stop it.” He jerked when Russia’s palm hit the wall by his head.
“Scared, ptichka?” Russia whispered with a laugh. He ran his hand softly down America’s neck, pulling his collar aside so he could see the mark he’d left. “It is going to be a lovely bruise,” Ivan smiled and kissed America harshly.
Of course America yanked away. He wasn’t just going to sit back and let Russia brutalize his mouth. Even if part of him didn’t quite feel like fighting back like he should have, when Russia forced him back into the kiss, he was the fucking hero, and would not give in.
Alfred wasn’t sure when Russia’s tongue had invaded his mouth, probably some time after his eyes had slipped shut, or his hands had clenched in Ivan’s jacket to pull the other nation closer. It didn’t matter. The only thing that seemed to be of any importance was the feeling of that devilish tongue sliding against his own, and the nips and bites that came whenever Ivan withdrew for a quick breath of air.
“America, ptichka,” Ivan purred against his neck, “you want me, da?” Alfred nodded weakly, and just barely managed a stuttering yes in response. He could feel Ivan’s lips curl into a smile. “Then,” he went on, in a silky smooth voice as he slowly pulled away, “no sex, until you wear the corset.”
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THERE! FINIALLY!!
Ptichka means Little Bird.
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recaptcha: justification
Yes captcha. Alfred has a justification for wearing a corset now. *squeals with joy*
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<3
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And the pet name, so cute, and goes so well with the utter hotness of this fill.
I'm so excited for more author!anon.
Now excuse me, I'm going to camp out here nao~
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Hey there!
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This is so hot *3* please continue dangerously sexy Russia is dangerously sexy!
On another note I've worn one (for not so hot reasons ;A;) and it was half way tied (loosely even) and I was already like 'okay take it off ...cant breath!'
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I'd love to hear your experience. So, even half tied, it's still 'Oh fuck, get it off'?
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reCaptcha: "Odd Feelings"
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Just some light on my own experiences~ :)
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recaptcha: encumbered
Pretty good guess, captcha, but not quite right.
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