Spain/Shota!Romano-Non-Con Molestation
anonymous
February 7 2011, 15:34:49 UTC
Well, I wanted some Pedo!Spain/Shota!Romano...that so wrong?
I wants this to be while they share a bed, and things like that. Romano doesn't know whats going on, and he begs for Spain to stop but, he doesn't, and smutt happens.
Re: Artfill: Spain/chibi!Romano - Noncon Molestation
anonymous
February 21 2011, 21:26:10 UTC
Mmm, this picture is gorgeous!
I love how much detail you put into the clothes and the faces. The expressions are breathtaking and reveal so much of the characters. Romano looks confused and scared and so very young, while Spain still has that knowing lust. And together it's just wow. Clothing-wise, it looks like you put a lot of time and effort into Spain's outfit, and it shows. Romano's hat adds to the youthful, shota appearance, giving the picture a different feel, you know? XD
Also, the way you've drawn their bodies is really well done as well. The contours of their bodies (especially Romano's) are proportional and just very beautiful.
I know how hard coloring pictures is, so it's all good. ;) I love this as it is, and I can't stop staring at it. Yeah. I really do love this.
Stages of Influence 1a/5
anonymous
February 27 2011, 05:10:03 UTC
The narration refers to them by their country names, but in dialogue, when addressing each other, they will use their human names. Sorry in advance for how bad this fill is going to be. This will have shota, masturbation, future (not in this part) noncon/dubcon, and OOC characters. Be warned and run if this isn't your kink.
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"Good morning, Romano," Spain grinned, perching himself on his knees and moving closer so his face was centimeters from his henchman's. Romano's eyes fluttered open, and he stared at Spain unsurely for a few moments (those dark, long lashes brushing lightly against his cheeks). He snarled at Spain's smiling face.
"It's not morning, dumbass." He turned onto his side, so Spain was only able to see his back. But it was morning. The sun was up and shining to signal the new day; dawn was long past, and Spain, who was normally still sleeping-not a morning person by any standards-was wide awake. "Get your eyes checked." His breathing remained uneven, though, so Spain could tell that Romano hadn't yet fallen back
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Stages of Influence 1b/5
anonymous
February 27 2011, 05:11:30 UTC
More content with that mental image, he imagined flipping Romano onto his stomach so that cute little ass could wave in the air for him. Take me; take me, it would say. Romano would beg for the same thing. He imagined fondling those sweet ass cheeks (maybe spanking Romano for being such a cruel little henchman, taunting Spain every day), running his tongue down the crack and swirling it around the twitching hole.
He squeezed himself harder, biting back a moan. The taste would be a little salty, yes, but still delicious. He'd revel in Romano's cries, his trembling body as he struggled to support himself while Spain touched him.
What a mess Romano would be, if Spain had control.
Romano was beautiful, a part of the Spanish Empire that gave both nothing and everything to Spain. He was a sin, a sin that whispered cruelties and truths, a sin that made Spain do things he'd never before wanted, things he'd never before desired.
(Spain hated himself for not understanding, but he ignored any attempts to try whenever Romano came near. Why bother
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Stages of Influence 1c/5
anonymous
February 27 2011, 05:13:07 UTC
Romano stared at him, eyes wide as he scrambled as far from him on the bed as he could. Spain's mouth went dry; his heart pounded.
"What're you doing?" Romano's face was bright red compared to Spain's.
It was the expression on Romano's face, the fact that Spain had gotten caught for the first time (along with the intoxicating mental image of Romano coming with Spain's first thrust) that made Spain come hard into his hand. "My Romano," he breathed, and he collapsed into the sheets, panting. Romano stared at him, not quite understanding what had just happened.
"Idiot."
possession
He had small, twig-like arms. Spain wasn't surprised to see that Romano couldn't do chores with them (or maybe he was just looking for an excuse), but he couldn't help but keep assigning chores. He'd watch from the sides, watch as his incompetent lackey knocked down shelves and broke precious memories and spread dust and dirt everywhere.
Spain sighed.
Romano screeched, spinning around and glaring at Spain. "Stop looking at me, dammit!" The broom in his hands had
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Stages of Influence 1d/5
anonymous
February 27 2011, 05:15:41 UTC
control
"Vargas?" Romano made a face, crossing his arms and glaring at Spain. "That's stupid."
(Vargas wasn't an Italian name by any standards, and Romano probably knew it, just as he'd been catching on to the subtle hints that Spain had been dropping as of late. Still, Romano must have been hoping for a more. . . Italian name. He was Italy, or at least a part of it, after all.)
Spain patted his henchman on the head so the soft, light-brown hair slipped between his fingers. He fought down the urge to yank on Romano's hair. "It's not stupid; it's going to be your new name!" His voice was light, and he was smiling, but his eyes were purposely unreadable.
If he was going to keep Romano forever, he needed many ways to solidify their relationship. Romano was his his his, and this name change would prove that.
Romano took a step back. "Who says I want a new name?"
"All nations have human names," Spain continued, licking his lips. Romano had such a cute face. "As your Boss, I'm assigning you a really good one to show my authority."
Stages of Influence 1e/5
anonymous
February 27 2011, 05:17:08 UTC
Romano was his.
He bit his lip, considering for the last time, how this would affect Romano. He had to do it: "I don't think so, Lovino. Your name has to be Spanish because I'm your Boss."
Romano stared at him for a couple seconds as the name, hidden beneath the layers of his other words, processed through his mind. (Lovino. Lovino. Lovinare. Rovinare. Rovino. Rovino. Lovino.) Then it became very clear to him exactly what the name meant.
Spain wasn't exactly trying to hide anything.
"That's the name you chose?" Romano stomped his feet on the ground, fists clenched. His face was a light pink, slowly blossoming to a splotchy, darker shade.
Spain watched the expression on Romano's face shift from something close to tears to something else. He didn't bother trying to interpret it; he had more important things to look over, things to deal with that weren't as trivial as this. "Yes."
"Goddammit, you fucking bastard! Why would you even. . ." He clenched his fists, glaring at Spain with all his might. "Why would you fucking choose that?"
Stages of Influence 1f/5
anonymous
February 27 2011, 05:19:36 UTC
Romano looked at the ground before letting out a huffy breath. "Stupid bastard. Fine." He bit his lip before speaking, and the words that left his tongue were neither Spanish nor Italian, a peculiar blend of the languages becoming a dialect of the language Romano once called his own.
"Lovino?" Spain was a little annoyed. Whatever Romano had just said, it hadn't been the Italian he'd been so adamant about speaking when they'd first begun living together. "I told you that you can speak Italian now. So speak it for Boss, alright?"
"I just did!" Stomping his foot, Romano let out a barrage of curses, a mix of Spanish and the odd little not-Italian (dialect) thing he was now speaking. "There!" he snapped at the end of his tirade. "Are you fucking happy?"
Sighing, Spain let out an impatient breath. "Fine, Lovi, don't speak Italian for Boss. That was your last chance."
"I just fucking spoke it!" Romano growled, his glare even more powerful than before. "Fuck you!"
Spain had made it a rule-especially after how difficult it had been to teach Romano
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Re: Stages of Influence 1f/5
anonymous
February 27 2011, 07:06:27 UTC
Wait what does Lovinare mean? I am confused.
Also what language is romano speaking? Is it a dialect from south italy or has he just been speaking Spanish for so long that he forgot his own language?
Sorry confused!anon is so confused. But I really like it so far. Especially the beginning hehehe can't wait to see more.
Random Passerby!Anon
anonymous
February 27 2011, 08:50:22 UTC
Lovino/Rovino means "to ruin". Spain calls him this because-- obviously --Romano has basically broken all of the rules, as far as banging children goes.
Not sure about the second part, but I'm tempted to sayyyyyyy...Latin-ish something something? It's late and I am tired and not in a thinking frame of mind. oTL
Re: Stages of Influence 1f/5
anonymous
March 8 2011, 01:29:42 UTC
Actually, Southern Italian dialects can be very different from Northern/Official Italian, much more slang-y. I guess you could compare it roughly to the accents of the Deep South vs. the East Coast in America; it's technically the same language, but has a lot of differences that can be confusing.
I wants this to be while they share a bed, and things like that. Romano doesn't know whats going on, and he begs for Spain to stop but, he doesn't, and smutt happens.
Bonus- Spain not feeling guilty
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I hope this is at least somewhat close to what you wanted.
Warning, big picture is big!
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I love how much detail you put into the clothes and the faces. The expressions are breathtaking and reveal so much of the characters. Romano looks confused and scared and so very young, while Spain still has that knowing lust. And together it's just wow.
Clothing-wise, it looks like you put a lot of time and effort into Spain's outfit, and it shows. Romano's hat adds to the youthful, shota appearance, giving the picture a different feel, you know? XD
Also, the way you've drawn their bodies is really well done as well. The contours of their bodies (especially Romano's) are proportional and just very beautiful.
I know how hard coloring pictures is, so it's all good. ;) I love this as it is, and I can't stop staring at it. Yeah. I really do love this.
Continue your good work! <333
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fantasy
"Good morning, Romano," Spain grinned, perching himself on his knees and moving closer so his face was centimeters from his henchman's. Romano's eyes fluttered open, and he stared at Spain unsurely for a few moments (those dark, long lashes brushing lightly against his cheeks). He snarled at Spain's smiling face.
"It's not morning, dumbass." He turned onto his side, so Spain was only able to see his back. But it was morning. The sun was up and shining to signal the new day; dawn was long past, and Spain, who was normally still sleeping-not a morning person by any standards-was wide awake. "Get your eyes checked." His breathing remained uneven, though, so Spain could tell that Romano hadn't yet fallen back ( ... )
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More content with that mental image, he imagined flipping Romano onto his stomach so that cute little ass could wave in the air for him. Take me; take me, it would say. Romano would beg for the same thing. He imagined fondling those sweet ass cheeks (maybe spanking Romano for being such a cruel little henchman, taunting Spain every day), running his tongue down the crack and swirling it around the twitching hole.
He squeezed himself harder, biting back a moan. The taste would be a little salty, yes, but still delicious. He'd revel in Romano's cries, his trembling body as he struggled to support himself while Spain touched him.
What a mess Romano would be, if Spain had control.
Romano was beautiful, a part of the Spanish Empire that gave both nothing and everything to Spain. He was a sin, a sin that whispered cruelties and truths, a sin that made Spain do things he'd never before wanted, things he'd never before desired.
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Romano stared at him, eyes wide as he scrambled as far from him on the bed as he could. Spain's mouth went dry; his heart pounded.
"What're you doing?" Romano's face was bright red compared to Spain's.
It was the expression on Romano's face, the fact that Spain had gotten caught for the first time (along with the intoxicating mental image of Romano coming with Spain's first thrust) that made Spain come hard into his hand. "My Romano," he breathed, and he collapsed into the sheets, panting. Romano stared at him, not quite understanding what had just happened.
"Idiot."
possession
He had small, twig-like arms. Spain wasn't surprised to see that Romano couldn't do chores with them (or maybe he was just looking for an excuse), but he couldn't help but keep assigning chores. He'd watch from the sides, watch as his incompetent lackey knocked down shelves and broke precious memories and spread dust and dirt everywhere.
Spain sighed.
Romano screeched, spinning around and glaring at Spain. "Stop looking at me, dammit!" The broom in his hands had ( ... )
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control
"Vargas?" Romano made a face, crossing his arms and glaring at Spain. "That's stupid."
(Vargas wasn't an Italian name by any standards, and Romano probably knew it, just as he'd been catching on to the subtle hints that Spain had been dropping as of late. Still, Romano must have been hoping for a more. . . Italian name. He was Italy, or at least a part of it, after all.)
Spain patted his henchman on the head so the soft, light-brown hair slipped between his fingers. He fought down the urge to yank on Romano's hair. "It's not stupid; it's going to be your new name!" His voice was light, and he was smiling, but his eyes were purposely unreadable.
If he was going to keep Romano forever, he needed many ways to solidify their relationship. Romano was his his his, and this name change would prove that.
Romano took a step back. "Who says I want a new name?"
"All nations have human names," Spain continued, licking his lips. Romano had such a cute face. "As your Boss, I'm assigning you a really good one to show my authority."
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Romano was his.
He bit his lip, considering for the last time, how this would affect Romano. He had to do it: "I don't think so, Lovino. Your name has to be Spanish because I'm your Boss."
Romano stared at him for a couple seconds as the name, hidden beneath the layers of his other words, processed through his mind. (Lovino. Lovino. Lovinare. Rovinare. Rovino. Rovino. Lovino.) Then it became very clear to him exactly what the name meant.
Spain wasn't exactly trying to hide anything.
"That's the name you chose?" Romano stomped his feet on the ground, fists clenched. His face was a light pink, slowly blossoming to a splotchy, darker shade.
Spain watched the expression on Romano's face shift from something close to tears to something else. He didn't bother trying to interpret it; he had more important things to look over, things to deal with that weren't as trivial as this. "Yes."
"Goddammit, you fucking bastard! Why would you even. . ." He clenched his fists, glaring at Spain with all his might. "Why would you fucking choose that?"
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Romano looked at the ground before letting out a huffy breath. "Stupid bastard. Fine." He bit his lip before speaking, and the words that left his tongue were neither Spanish nor Italian, a peculiar blend of the languages becoming a dialect of the language Romano once called his own.
"Lovino?" Spain was a little annoyed. Whatever Romano had just said, it hadn't been the Italian he'd been so adamant about speaking when they'd first begun living together. "I told you that you can speak Italian now. So speak it for Boss, alright?"
"I just did!" Stomping his foot, Romano let out a barrage of curses, a mix of Spanish and the odd little not-Italian (dialect) thing he was now speaking. "There!" he snapped at the end of his tirade. "Are you fucking happy?"
Sighing, Spain let out an impatient breath. "Fine, Lovi, don't speak Italian for Boss. That was your last chance."
"I just fucking spoke it!" Romano growled, his glare even more powerful than before. "Fuck you!"
Spain had made it a rule-especially after how difficult it had been to teach Romano ( ... )
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Also what language is romano speaking? Is it a dialect from south italy or has he just been speaking Spanish for so long that he forgot his own language?
Sorry confused!anon is so confused. But I really like it so far. Especially the beginning hehehe can't wait to see more.
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Not sure about the second part, but I'm tempted to sayyyyyyy...Latin-ish something something? It's late and I am tired and not in a thinking frame of mind. oTL
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Don't worry author!anon! Every smut writer has to start somewhere~! And Spain is ridiculously hard to write anyways.
I love your writing style very much, and I like how you're easing Spain into it and getting into his head. Can't wait for more~!
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