Need more Russ/Ame/Russ
anonymous
November 4 2009, 13:14:39 UTC
Just like the title says, need more Russ/Ame/Russ, that last part totally necessary. A littlelot of darkness thrown in would be nice, bloodplay is totally okay too.
Them enjoying bondage, restraints, things that may look cruel to others? OP will give OP's stocks of stroopwaffel.
Make it consensual, anons? *sparkly eyes*
Bonustiem for America wearing panties upon Russia's request. That's totally random, I know, but the image is not leaving my brain anytime soon, so might as well put it as a bonus, right?
Hurt me again (the only way to love me) [1/3]
anonymous
December 13 2009, 09:57:59 UTC
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Alfred and Russia had gone missing at the same time, just after the meeting had adjourned, and that had been hours ago.
Arthur had been the one to notice, almost immediately because he had wanted to discuss a few interesting points the meeting had raised, he couldn’t remember what those had been now, and had waited for Alfred to exit the building. He never did, and neither did Russia.
Arthur’s first reaction had been irritation, because those two didn’t even use excuses anymore to pick up fights whenever the wind blew in a different direction. Grumbling about their childish behavior, he retraced his steps back to the meeting room. The closer he got, though, the stronger a little voice began whispering something was very, very wrong in the back of his mind. Where’s the screaming? it asked; Why are they so silent if they’re still there? Because they can never go five minutes without bickering and snarking and outright yelling at each otherThe meeting room was empty, and the increasingly tight knot of anxiety in Arthur’s gut
( ... )
Hurt me again (the only way to love me) [2/3]
anonymous
December 13 2009, 09:59:56 UTC
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Arthur didn’t realize he had moved until he was kicking the door down, screaming Alfred’s name and hoping they weren’t late; hoping they had arrived in time to stop Russia from hurting Alfred too much, that they weren’t too late.
Arthur saw the scene before his eyes, clearly (too clearly), but his brain found itself floundering about for a long moment, not really knowing how to deal with what his eyes told him what he was really seeing.
“Mmwell, look what we have here, vozlyublennyj. I told you we shouldn’t have left so soon after the meeting.” Arthur heard, seeing lips moving but not really registering the words being said; he felt a pair of hands seizing his arm, and realized Matthew was trembling against him. He dazedly looked right, then left, taking in Francis and Matthew’s appalled expressions
( ... )
Hurt me again (the only way to love me) [3/3]
anonymous
December 13 2009, 10:02:27 UTC
IIIHe didn’t get far, barely down the hallway, before his legs refused to carry him further, so he let himself fall to the floor, sitting with his back to the wall and hiding his face against his knees, barely registering when Matthew and Francis joined him, sitting beside him, flanking him. He leaned slightly to his right and smelled irises, so he let himself sag against Francis, burying his face against his chest when the sounds of Alfred fucking Russia reached his ears
( ... )
OP IS VERY, VERY PLEASED BEYOND THE BAR
anonymous
December 13 2009, 14:23:25 UTC
ASDFGHJKL;OIUYTRESDFGHJKLOIUYTRDSXDCVBNJMKLOIUYTRFDCVBNM,KIUYTFGHJ ALLOW ME TO LOVE YOU, DEAR ANON ;3;<3<3<3
OP feels as if OP does not deserve this...and the bonus ASDFGHJKIUYTREDFGHJUYTRFGHJ /MOARKEYBOARDSMASHINGS
OH GOD, I think I hyperventilated myself to oblivion when I read the part where America speaks fucking Russian. It shouldn't be that sexy, but it is. GUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! /flailsflails
/moarflailings
Have my firstborn, my stroopwaffels, my internets, my right arm, whatever you wish, anon. Whatever you wish.
Re: Hurt me again (the only way to love me) [3/3]
anonymous
December 13 2009, 17:35:00 UTC
Aww I love that Alfred's getting him cleaned up with first aid. Yea some S&M relationships are oddly trusting and loving. Oh thank you for branching off from the Cold War!!
“Of course I do,” Alfred said, voice light and serious, “Can you imagine giving someone you don’t love that kind of power over you?” and left.
Wow I can imagine Arthur feeling pretty devestated after hearing a line like that. Drink it off England.
Re: Hurt me again (the only way to love me) [words used]
anonymous
December 21 2009, 15:14:53 UTC
Of course! In order of appearance are:
Vozlyublennyj - Beloved Net - No Pazhaluysta - Please Dorogoy moy - My dear, my darling Krasívyj - Beautiful (can also mean handsome, but I like beautiful better |D) Ya chtobee ty vnutrí menya - I want you inside me
These are phonetic aproximations, so I guess why google translate would get difficult XD Some of these words, if you look them as they are written, you can find them at the wiktionary.
Power to destroy (Hurt me again Remix/Sequel) [1/6]
anonymous
January 4 2010, 05:41:59 UTC
T minus five seconds...They had always danced on the edge, always wanting to test and test their boundaries; how far they could go without falling, in which ways they could get away with their daring, with their tempting danger, death and destiny
( ... )
Power to destroy (Hurt me again Remix/Sequel) [2/6]
anonymous
January 4 2010, 05:43:39 UTC
Four...
He watches from across the table, looking at the faint traces of an acknowledging smile at the corner of lips not yet reddened by his kisses. There's a glint of secret mischief in cornflower blue eyes, sparkling like a deep river in summer and promising to drag him under, to keep him prisoner, bound with underwater currents; to drown him in its hidden depths.
He feels his skin stand on end under his concealing clothing, prickling all over, and he knows the hunger must be showing in his eyes.
The edges of those lips curve slightly, sharp like the sweet edge of a knife. Soon, he reads into that smile. Soon...
He feels the anticipation, like an itch, just under his skin and out of reach.
Power to destroy (Hurt me again Remix/Sequel) [3/6]
anonymous
January 4 2010, 05:44:37 UTC
Three...The knife slides with infinite sweetness across his skin, slowly leaving behind a blooming trail of deep, bright red. The pain is sharp and immediate but, as the blood begins to seep and pool in the wake of the blade, not long after there is heat and the rush of endorphins to join in the adrenaline already coursing through him
( ... )
Power to destroy (Hurt me again Remix/Sequel) [4/6]
anonymous
January 4 2010, 05:45:45 UTC
Two...
“Mmwell, look what we have here, beloved, ” Alfred says, wicked amusement in his voice, blue eyes glinting like the beautiful, colder part of a flame, “I told you we shouldn’t have left so soon after the meeting.”
Ivan knows he's correct. They shouldn't have, but there are, and there have been, a lot of things they shouldn't have done. He hadn't cared, he had needed Alfred, he always needs him, and the meeting had been as long as he had been able to stand. Every time they see each other is harder to resist than the previous, and Ivan knew it would've been just a matter of time before their relationship became known. But not like this.
Power to destroy (Hurt me again Remix/Sequel) [5/6]
anonymous
January 4 2010, 05:46:37 UTC
One...There is no rush, despite the desperation underlying every one of Alfred's movements. The anticipation in the air feels cloying, like heavy incense; Ivan can smell his own blood, sweat and tears, and Alfred's strangely sweet breath every time he bends down to kiss Ivan's away
( ... )
Power to destroy (Hurt me again Remix/Sequel) [6/6+notes]
anonymous
January 4 2010, 05:50:41 UTC
IgnitionAlfred tells him what transpired between him and the intruding trio. They share a smile, not really knowing why it all seems funny now. They spend the reminder of the night together and the next morning they go their separate ways, with only their memories to serve as a memento of each other
( ... )
Them enjoying bondage, restraints, things that may look cruel to others? OP will give OP's stocks of stroopwaffel.
Make it consensual, anons? *sparkly eyes*
Bonustiem for America wearing panties upon Russia's request. That's totally random, I know, but the image is not leaving my brain anytime soon, so might as well put it as a bonus, right?
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Alfred and Russia had gone missing at the same time, just after the meeting had adjourned, and that had been hours ago.
Arthur had been the one to notice, almost immediately because he had wanted to discuss a few interesting points the meeting had raised, he couldn’t remember what those had been now, and had waited for Alfred to exit the building. He never did, and neither did Russia.
Arthur’s first reaction had been irritation, because those two didn’t even use excuses anymore to pick up fights whenever the wind blew in a different direction. Grumbling about their childish behavior, he retraced his steps back to the meeting room. The closer he got, though, the stronger a little voice began whispering something was very, very wrong in the back of his mind. Where’s the screaming? it asked; Why are they so silent if they’re still there? Because they can never go five minutes without bickering and snarking and outright yelling at each otherThe meeting room was empty, and the increasingly tight knot of anxiety in Arthur’s gut ( ... )
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Arthur didn’t realize he had moved until he was kicking the door down, screaming Alfred’s name and hoping they weren’t late; hoping they had arrived in time to stop Russia from hurting Alfred too much, that they weren’t too late.
Arthur saw the scene before his eyes, clearly (too clearly), but his brain found itself floundering about for a long moment, not really knowing how to deal with what his eyes told him what he was really seeing.
“Mmwell, look what we have here, vozlyublennyj. I told you we shouldn’t have left so soon after the meeting.” Arthur heard, seeing lips moving but not really registering the words being said; he felt a pair of hands seizing his arm, and realized Matthew was trembling against him. He dazedly looked right, then left, taking in Francis and Matthew’s appalled expressions ( ... )
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OP feels as if OP does not deserve this...and the bonus ASDFGHJKIUYTREDFGHJUYTRFGHJ /MOARKEYBOARDSMASHINGS
OH GOD, I think I hyperventilated myself to oblivion when I read the part where America speaks fucking Russian. It shouldn't be that sexy, but it is. GUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! /flailsflails
/moarflailings
Have my firstborn, my stroopwaffels, my internets, my right arm, whatever you wish, anon. Whatever you wish.
<3<3<3 xinfinity
OH CAPTCHA, "his devotes"? That's sweet ;u;<3
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“Of course I do,” Alfred said, voice light and serious, “Can you imagine giving someone you don’t love that kind of power over you?” and left.
Wow I can imagine Arthur feeling pretty devestated after hearing a line like that. Drink it off England.
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It was actually really beautiful. Russia and America have such an interesting relationship |D
Could I ask for translations of the Russian? Google translate hates romanization! ;-;
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Vozlyublennyj - Beloved
Net - No
Pazhaluysta - Please
Dorogoy moy - My dear, my darling
Krasívyj - Beautiful (can also mean handsome, but I like beautiful better |D)
Ya chtobee ty vnutrí menya - I want you inside me
These are phonetic aproximations, so I guess why google translate would get difficult XD Some of these words, if you look them as they are written, you can find them at the wiktionary.
did Romantic? Why, thank you captcha! ♥ XD
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He watches from across the table, looking at the faint traces of an acknowledging smile at the corner of lips not yet reddened by his kisses. There's a glint of secret mischief in cornflower blue eyes, sparkling like a deep river in summer and promising to drag him under, to keep him prisoner, bound with underwater currents; to drown him in its hidden depths.
He feels his skin stand on end under his concealing clothing, prickling all over, and he knows the hunger must be showing in his eyes.
The edges of those lips curve slightly, sharp like the sweet edge of a knife. Soon, he reads into that smile. Soon...
He feels the anticipation, like an itch, just under his skin and out of reach.
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“Mmwell, look what we have here, beloved, ” Alfred says, wicked amusement in his voice, blue eyes glinting like the beautiful, colder part of a flame, “I told you we shouldn’t have left so soon after the meeting.”
Ivan knows he's correct. They shouldn't have, but there are, and there have been, a lot of things they shouldn't have done. He hadn't cared, he had needed Alfred, he always needs him, and the meeting had been as long as he had been able to stand. Every time they see each other is harder to resist than the previous, and Ivan knew it would've been just a matter of time before their relationship became known. But not like this.
Not like this.
"N-no!" he whispers, "No ( ... )
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