England/America/B> - forced desperation/bladder control, with America being forced to wet his pants by England.
I don't really care about the situation too much... though bonus cookies if UK teases about when the US was little and was still in diapers/needed to be potty trained.
England was seated at the far corner of the room, watching as America struggled against his bonds. He'd never break free of those knots -- proof that the pirate in him would never be quelled -- but that didn't mean he wouldn't try. Filling the teacup once more, he crossed the room and looked down at America.
"If you could only see how red your face is." England touched a finger to America's cheek, tracing the jawline and hooking it in his mouth. "Do you think you've had enough?"
"Never." America spat, the word distorted slightly. England chucked, touching the teacup to America's lips.
"All of it, now." he said softly, tilting the cup. "There's a good boy."
America shuddered, giving a look of distaste as he swallowed the last of the tea. England stepped back, moving his hands downward, just barely caressing America's sides.
"You--you wouldn't--"
England said nothing, taking in the sight before him. Strong, confident America. Always so sure of himself, always the bloody hero, always--he barely repressed a smirk--far too sensitive
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"Oh, God." America buried his head in the mattress, as if he could somehow hide from the fact that his pants were becoming increasingly drenched. England watched for a moment, as the liquid seeped through the denim; as America thrashed against the ropes holding him down, before returning to the corner of the room and picking up the teapot. America let out a whimper as he poured another cup, followed by a muffled sigh of relief.
"Does it feel good?" England touched a finger to America's chin, firmly tilting America's head.
"Y-yes."
"You must be thirsty."
America's eyes snapped open just as his jaw snapped shut. He glared at England, and oh, it was beautiful to see him like that--just as rebellious as ever yet unable to do anything about it.
With soft chuckle England said, "Come, now, after all that exertion, you're probably dehydrated." He ran his thumb over America's lips before leaning in and capturing them with a kiss. Immediately, America bit down, hard, and England seized his chance. Slipping two fingers into America's mouth
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oh btw this was the anon who was thinking of filling it too from the anonmeme. I don't think I could've done better - this is masterfully done. Congrats on converting others XD!!!!
Aafskldhj. Anon. I saw the request and clicked out of morbid curiousity, and, uh...it was weirdly, weirdly hot. England domming a rebellious America so utterly, forcing him to drink, pressing his abdomen, putting him 'back in his place' in a sense with the whole harkening-back-to-childhood thing...I loved it.
I don't really care about the situation too much... though bonus cookies if UK teases about when the US was little and was still in diapers/needed to be potty trained.
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"If you could only see how red your face is." England touched a finger to America's cheek, tracing the jawline and hooking it in his mouth. "Do you think you've had enough?"
"Never." America spat, the word distorted slightly. England chucked, touching the teacup to America's lips.
"All of it, now." he said softly, tilting the cup. "There's a good boy."
America shuddered, giving a look of distaste as he swallowed the last of the tea. England stepped back, moving his hands downward, just barely caressing America's sides.
"You--you wouldn't--"
England said nothing, taking in the sight before him. Strong, confident America. Always so sure of himself, always the bloody hero, always--he barely repressed a smirk--far too sensitive ( ... )
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"Does it feel good?" England touched a finger to America's chin, firmly tilting America's head.
"Y-yes."
"You must be thirsty."
America's eyes snapped open just as his jaw snapped shut. He glared at England, and oh, it was beautiful to see him like that--just as rebellious as ever yet unable to do anything about it.
With soft chuckle England said, "Come, now, after all that exertion, you're probably dehydrated." He ran his thumb over America's lips before leaning in and capturing them with a kiss. Immediately, America bit down, hard, and England seized his chance. Slipping two fingers into America's mouth ( ... )
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*hides face in shame*
Is...is there any chance of a continuation?
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Especially the hopes of continuation. Normally I try not to pressure authoranons for more but dang it, that was just too brief and tantalizing.
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This was so strangely hot......I do hope more stuff like this exists.
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Damn it, anon!
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thank you so much. You don't even know. I didn't even think it get filled at all, so I'm so so so so sososo happy and thankful that you wrote this!
Coincidentally I also love tickling so that you put that in there as well was just awesome!
:D :D :D :D
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Bladder control... is actually one of my kinks. I've been hoping the meme gets more of this.
IN OTHER WORDS YOU ARE GOD AUTHORNON THANK YOU ♥♥♥
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Oh gawd, that's...weirdly hot....
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