AN: I rewrote this a bunch of times to try to fix it, but I still think it's mostly fail. Oh, and Scotland should be about in his early- to mid-teens. (Looks like we're in the same handbasket, OP).
Rome was beginning to wonder why in the world he had wanted this horrible country in the first place. He might not have minded how bitterly cold and wet and barren the islands were, if not for the fact that the states already there fought for their land like dogs with a bone. He had just barely managed to subdue that barbarian Britannia, now he seemed to face an even harder fight northwards
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Imperium (2/3)
anonymous
December 6 2009, 19:11:41 UTC
His hand went to the inside of his tunic. He smirked as Scotland's eyes widened. “Well, Caledonia, if you refuse to obey, you will have to be reminded of your worth.” He placed a sandaled foot into Scotland’s lap, slowly rubbing at his groin
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Imperium (3/3)
anonymous
December 6 2009, 19:12:36 UTC
Scotland hung his head, not making eye contact with the empire as he shook and mumbled, his hips bucking forward uncontrollably.
“Whore,” Rome repeated dispassionately to the kneeling boy. He pulled his foot away, and watched as the boy’s flushed, red face shot up. Rome’s smirk widened. “Oh, would you like me keep going?”
Scotland tried to glare, but it was impossible with Rome’s come rolling down his face, over his lips. His legs moved together, trying to achieve some friction. He hung his head again and murmured something through gritted teeth.
Rome tutted. “No. Say please. And say it properlyThere was a long pause. Rome watched calmly as the boy shook like a leaf. Rome didn’t expect him to give in right away. The boy was stubborn, proud, with a kind of savage dignity. Rome could value that, almost as much as he valued bringing that down
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Thank you so much author!anon! I didn't think anyone was going to fill this! You just made my day ♥ So cruel and heartrending and as previous anons have said, Rome you bastard!
"So Rome/Scotland shota. Dub-con preferred."
AN: I rewrote this a bunch of times to try to fix it, but I still think it's mostly fail. Oh, and Scotland should be about in his early- to mid-teens. (Looks like we're in the same handbasket, OP).
Rome was beginning to wonder why in the world he had wanted this horrible country in the first place. He might not have minded how bitterly cold and wet and barren the islands were, if not for the fact that the states already there fought for their land like dogs with a bone. He had just barely managed to subdue that barbarian Britannia, now he seemed to face an even harder fight northwards ( ... )
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“Whore,” Rome repeated dispassionately to the kneeling boy. He pulled his foot away, and watched as the boy’s flushed, red face shot up. Rome’s smirk widened. “Oh, would you like me keep going?”
Scotland tried to glare, but it was impossible with Rome’s come rolling down his face, over his lips. His legs moved together, trying to achieve some friction. He hung his head again and murmured something through gritted teeth.
Rome tutted. “No. Say please. And say it properlyThere was a long pause. Rome watched calmly as the boy shook like a leaf. Rome didn’t expect him to give in right away. The boy was stubborn, proud, with a kind of savage dignity. Rome could value that, almost as much as he valued bringing that down ( ... )
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Poor wee Scotland, Rome is such a bastard.
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Thank you so much author!anon! I didn't think anyone was going to fill this! You just made my day ♥ So cruel and heartrending and as previous anons have said, Rome you bastard!
I loved it!
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