Be my baby's daddy?
anonymous
March 11 2010, 02:46:57 UTC
Fem!America and Fem!Russia ; AU, established relationship, and looking for a baby daddy aka sperm donor.
Of course it has to be someone they know, and boy do they have crazy friends! The only potential daddies OP would NOT like to see are Arthur and Francis, because he'd probably want to join in or something dirty, and just..NO. OP is, however, in a Spainy mood so... ;)
Also, OP does not have a preference as to who the one carrying the baby will be but I'd love some MILF!Russia. XDD
Re: Just a Little Insecurity [8/??]
anonymous
April 2 2010, 13:28:31 UTC
Oblivious!America is fun!
but today she told her sister Nataliya to handle it and we really need these bastards alive…” For some reason, this is hysterically funny.
Somehow, I doubt Iva will be happy with Antonio after this. I wonder if he knows Allison doesn't know anything? Because Antonio seems to gentle things down but then asks her to come to the place they are working at.
Oh, and three cheers for smut! There isn't enough lady on lady in this kink meme.
Just a Little Insecurity [9/??]
anonymous
April 5 2010, 20:54:19 UTC
The warehouse looms, black and dismal against the gray sky. It feels more like a prison then anything, with its grimy gray walls and wrought iron bars against greasy glass windows
( ... )
Re: Just a Little Insecurity [9/??]
anonymous
April 6 2010, 06:55:53 UTC
--OP--
Omg. This part was WIN. ♥
Serge betta recognize who's in charge. AHAHA. xD
A-and that last line. Allie is damn lucky.. Who wouldn't stare at Iva in sexy leather boots?! .... Hmmmmm. :D
Also, take your time author!anon! Updates are amazing hell yes, but if real life gets ya down - well what can you do? You're still awesome for even filling this so.. ♥ ♥ :D
Re: Just a Little Insecurity [9/??]
anonymous
April 7 2010, 00:17:51 UTC
God, I'm so lesbian for Iva, she's so sexy and authoritative and murderous and cute (yeah, I know that sounded insaneXD)
Allison is really cute too, and ditzyXD. Aw, she's the only woman who can threaten the monstruous underworld Russian lady, talking about strangling her when a seven-foot mass of muscle shuffles his feet and accepts Iva's ordersXD
Can't wait to hear Iva's (looooong, painful and numerous, I'm sure) past issues with babies and kids and all that
Just a Little Insecurity [10/??]
anonymous
April 7 2010, 18:10:41 UTC
There’s a steady click, clack as Iva paces across the hardwood floor. She hasn’t said anything for a good ten minutes, just nibbles on her bottom lip (her soft, luscious bottom lip, Allison thinks) and looks nervous.
“Iva?” Allison ventures, squirming into the plush cushions in the chair. Iva’s office is so pretty, all hardwood floors and lush plants covering the grimy window.
After pacing back and forth a few more times, Iva finally turns to face her. “How… How did you find out vhere I vorked?” she mutters, not making eye contact.
Allison blinks. “Woman’s intuition?” she jokes meekly. Iva glares, apparently not amused. “It’s no big deal, I just-”
There’s ice in Iva’s eyes again. “It is a big deal.” she spits out. “You can’t know vhere I vork! If you saw what I did for a living…”
“I’d love you anyway.” Allison insists stubbornly. “Besides, what you do isn’t so bad that-”
She is interrupted by an agonized scream from down the hall that chokes off with a sickeningly wet splat and string of hysterical Spanish. She knows just
( ... )
Re: Just a Little Insecurity [10/??]
anonymous
April 8 2010, 00:30:00 UTC
Excuse me while I melt into a puddle of goo in the corner here. These two are just so adorable and realistic. Also Serge is awesome. Though I did notice that they didn't tackle any of Allison's insecurities. Anyway I really love this story!
Just a Little Insecurity [11/??]
anonymous
April 11 2010, 00:57:05 UTC
Author anon hopes that the angst and smut coming up will balance out the slow updates!
The air grows chilly as the sun sinks behind the skyline, painting the city with vivid pinks and reds. It’s like everything the sun touches is blushing, flushed with cold and life.
The warm bomber jacket Allison wears, a gift from her father from his time in Vietnam, shields her against the cold, and she cuddles deep into it as her heels click on the concrete.
The cute little park a few blocks from out apartment. Allison bites her lip, hoping she’s going the right was. Direction has never been her strong point, but there it is, bathed in the warm glow of sunset, and there’s Iva, hands wrapped around her arms and smiling as the last few children giggle, clambering up and around the slides and monkey bars
( ... )
Just a Little Insecurity [12/??]
anonymous
April 11 2010, 01:05:28 UTC
Oh yes, Allison remembers high school. She remembers Iva’s “gang,” all of them terrified to say something wrong lest she hurt them, covered in cuts from the times they spoke out of turn, save for her sisters, and Iva with that horrible grin, striding down the hallway and pushing everyone out of her way, because she knew she was more powerful then any of them would ever be.
She remembers Toris, with his dark green eyes full of fear, and bruises on his creamy white skin, hurting and bleeding and calling for help, but no one giving him so much as a glance. She lived next door to him, remembers overhearing him pleading, begging not to go to school because he was just so scared. Please, don’t make me go.His parents never listened, told him to man up, that he shouldn’t be scared of a girl. They didn’t want to hear it, didn’t want a son who was sweet and sensitive, who would rather paint and draw than play sports. They told him he was a disappointment
( ... )
Just a Little Insecurity [13/??]
anonymous
April 11 2010, 01:09:57 UTC
Allison sang her soothing songs and rubbed her back, shocked and confused and having no clue what the hell to do. Iva clung to her like a child, telling her story, how when she was very little, there was a man she knew, who would hurt her and hurt her and leave, not returning for a few weeks but coming back and doing it all over again. She loved him, though, and she was always so happy when he came back. Then one day, he never did. He just left her, covered with cuts and bruises, and never returned, and Iva swore she would never let anyone leave her side again. She would force them to stay with her if need be, so she would never be alone again
( ... )
Just a Little Insecurity [14/??]
anonymous
April 11 2010, 01:14:31 UTC
Later that night, full of rice and spare ribs and soft, savory dumplings, they pull on their night clothes and collapse into bed, the sounds of cars and wind mixing to form a lullaby.
Allison leans over on the bed to press a clumsy kiss to Iva’s lips, unable to find them in the darkness.
“Allie, that vas my eye,” Iva laughs, sliding her hand up along Allison’s side and slowing down teasingly as she reaches her breast. Allison inhales sharply and leans in to the touch.
Suddenly, Allison shifts position and clicks on the dim bedside lamp. Iva groans and covers her eyes with her arm as an orange glow fills the room. “Vhat vas that for? Aren’t ve trying to sleep?”
There’s a devilish chuckle from the other end of the bed, and the sound of rustling sheets as Allison leans down over top of her. “Well, I mean, we could… But, I was just thinking,” she murmurs, aqua eyes glittering and night dress dangerously low on her bust. “You never did make it up to me. You know, missing dinner that one night.” She presses soft, light kisses to Iva’
( ... )
Just a Little Insecurity [15/??]
anonymous
April 11 2010, 01:16:49 UTC
Iva pouts her lips. “Nyet, nyet, but… I do not think you are nearly naked enough.” She lifts herself up, pulling her own nightshirt all the way off. “Vould you like me to help you vith that?” She tugs at the top of Allison’s lacy night gown suggestively.
“Well, if you insist,” Allison smirks, and Iva reaches down into her gown, making sure to dust her fingers over Allison’s breasts (not as big as hers, but rounder and a little firmer) as she pulls the lacy thing off.
Allison leans over, pushing Iva back onto the bed, moving just so and rubbing their breasts together
( ... )
Just a Little Insecurity [16/??]
anonymous
April 11 2010, 01:20:22 UTC
After a moment or two, Iva sits up, taking hold of Allison and gently lowering her onto the bed. “You’re turn,” she grins, and begins her own biting of the tanned skin, savoring the muscles in the other’s arms and her thighs as she pries them apart.
Iva is more talented with her fingers, and she feathers them down Allison’s body, reaching under her silky panties and into her already wet entrance, curling them around, teasing and tickling.
Allison moans and wantonly spreads her legs wider, gasping as the soft pad of Iva’s thumb brushes over her clit.
Iva gives Allison’s breasts the same treatment Allison gave hers, taking one already hard nipple into her mouth and flicking her tongue over it, and Allison holds Iva’s head to her breast, arching into the soft lips suckling her skin.
Iva’s hands speed up in their work, thumb rubbing just like that in the way that makes Allison scream, fingers thrusting in rhythm with her tongue, now switched to the other dusky pink nub
( ... )
Of course it has to be someone they know, and boy do they have crazy friends! The only potential daddies OP would NOT like to see are Arthur and Francis, because he'd probably want to join in or something dirty, and just..NO.
OP is, however, in a Spainy mood so... ;)
Also, OP does not have a preference as to who the one carrying the baby will be but I'd love some MILF!Russia. XDD
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but today she told her sister Nataliya to handle it and we really need these bastards alive…”
For some reason, this is hysterically funny.
Somehow, I doubt Iva will be happy with Antonio after this. I wonder if he knows Allison doesn't know anything? Because Antonio seems to gentle things down but then asks her to come to the place they are working at.
Oh, and three cheers for smut! There isn't enough lady on lady in this kink meme.
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It’s the ominous looking black warehouse with the neon sign in Russian.
I LOL'd, because that's five excellent reasons not to go thereXD
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Omg. This part was WIN. ♥
Serge betta recognize who's in charge. AHAHA. xD
A-and that last line. Allie is damn lucky.. Who wouldn't stare at Iva in sexy leather boots?! .... Hmmmmm. :D
Also, take your time author!anon! Updates are amazing hell yes, but if real life gets ya down - well what can you do?
You're still awesome for even filling this so.. ♥ ♥ :D
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Allison is really cute too, and ditzyXD. Aw, she's the only woman who can threaten the monstruous underworld Russian lady, talking about strangling her when a seven-foot mass of muscle shuffles his feet and accepts Iva's ordersXD
Can't wait to hear Iva's (looooong, painful and numerous, I'm sure) past issues with babies and kids and all that
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“Iva?” Allison ventures, squirming into the plush cushions in the chair. Iva’s office is so pretty, all hardwood floors and lush plants covering the grimy window.
After pacing back and forth a few more times, Iva finally turns to face her. “How… How did you find out vhere I vorked?” she mutters, not making eye contact.
Allison blinks. “Woman’s intuition?” she jokes meekly. Iva glares, apparently not amused. “It’s no big deal, I just-”
There’s ice in Iva’s eyes again. “It is a big deal.” she spits out. “You can’t know vhere I vork! If you saw what I did for a living…”
“I’d love you anyway.” Allison insists stubbornly. “Besides, what you do isn’t so bad that-”
She is interrupted by an agonized scream from down the hall that chokes off with a sickeningly wet splat and string of hysterical Spanish. She knows just ( ... )
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The air grows chilly as the sun sinks behind the skyline, painting the city with vivid pinks and reds. It’s like everything the sun touches is blushing, flushed with cold and life.
The warm bomber jacket Allison wears, a gift from her father from his time in Vietnam, shields her against the cold, and she cuddles deep into it as her heels click on the concrete.
The cute little park a few blocks from out apartment. Allison bites her lip, hoping she’s going the right was. Direction has never been her strong point, but there it is, bathed in the warm glow of sunset, and there’s Iva, hands wrapped around her arms and smiling as the last few children giggle, clambering up and around the slides and monkey bars ( ... )
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She remembers Toris, with his dark green eyes full of fear, and bruises on his creamy white skin, hurting and bleeding and calling for help, but no one giving him so much as a glance. She lived next door to him, remembers overhearing him pleading, begging not to go to school because he was just so scared. Please, don’t make me go.His parents never listened, told him to man up, that he shouldn’t be scared of a girl. They didn’t want to hear it, didn’t want a son who was sweet and sensitive, who would rather paint and draw than play sports. They told him he was a disappointment ( ... )
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Allison leans over on the bed to press a clumsy kiss to Iva’s lips, unable to find them in the darkness.
“Allie, that vas my eye,” Iva laughs, sliding her hand up along Allison’s side and slowing down teasingly as she reaches her breast. Allison inhales sharply and leans in to the touch.
Suddenly, Allison shifts position and clicks on the dim bedside lamp. Iva groans and covers her eyes with her arm as an orange glow fills the room. “Vhat vas that for? Aren’t ve trying to sleep?”
There’s a devilish chuckle from the other end of the bed, and the sound of rustling sheets as Allison leans down over top of her. “Well, I mean, we could… But, I was just thinking,” she murmurs, aqua eyes glittering and night dress dangerously low on her bust. “You never did make it up to me. You know, missing dinner that one night.” She presses soft, light kisses to Iva’ ( ... )
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“Well, if you insist,” Allison smirks, and Iva reaches down into her gown, making sure to dust her fingers over Allison’s breasts (not as big as hers, but rounder and a little firmer) as she pulls the lacy thing off.
Allison leans over, pushing Iva back onto the bed, moving just so and rubbing their breasts together ( ... )
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Iva is more talented with her fingers, and she feathers them down Allison’s body, reaching under her silky panties and into her already wet entrance, curling them around, teasing and tickling.
Allison moans and wantonly spreads her legs wider, gasping as the soft pad of Iva’s thumb brushes over her clit.
Iva gives Allison’s breasts the same treatment Allison gave hers, taking one already hard nipple into her mouth and flicking her tongue over it, and Allison holds Iva’s head to her breast, arching into the soft lips suckling her skin.
Iva’s hands speed up in their work, thumb rubbing just like that in the way that makes Allison scream, fingers thrusting in rhythm with her tongue, now switched to the other dusky pink nub ( ... )
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Holy Hell anon. Yes. This was amazing.
I cannot wait for a maternal Russia, Mother Russia for the win!
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