The prompt was for UK to call US on the phone and give him some good old fashioned dirty talk.
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He tried to ignore it, he really did. But it just kept ringing. It’d only been half an hour but the damned phone had gone through the obnoxiously loud (America was belatedly noticing) ringtone ten times at least. Whoever was calling him didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving a message or sending a text message. So, with a sigh of annoyance, America pulled himself away from another killing spree of cougars in Red Dead Redemption and stumbled his way towards the phone, remembering first to pause his x-box before scooping the cell phone up from where it’d been stuck in his sweatshirt on the floor. Seeing it was England calling, America sighed loudly, tipped his head up towards the ceiling, and mentally prepared himself for whatever lecture
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[Part 9] UK dirty-talking US (4/10)
anonymous
May 22 2010, 06:36:46 UTC
America’s breath caught. His eyes flew open, blinking wildly for a few moments as he let the words sink in, working them over in his mind to make sure that he wasn’t just jumping to conclusions, that England actually had just said that. He didn’t speak, couldn’t speak. His mouth opened, to laugh, to cry, to tell England off for being such a fucking weirdo drunk. But no words escaped. Instead, he felt a strange pooling in his chest, felt his throat constrict further.
“Don’t you?” England pressed, voice breathless with anticipation.
“… Tell me what you would do, England?” America asked, eyebrows raised, unsure where exactly this conversation was going, but suspecting he knew. America shut his eyes, preparing himself for England’s words. Perhaps it was a misunderstanding-perhaps England really was angry with him over something and he just wanted to beat America’s ass. Perhaps the throaty, breathless voice was England’s attempts to suppress his anger
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[Part 9] UK dirty-talking US (5/10)
anonymous
May 22 2010, 06:37:24 UTC
There was definitely a smug satisfaction in England’s voice, as if he was the first one to think of doing these things, as if America hadn’t thought of doing things like this many times before-n-not necessarily with England, of course. But
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[Part 9] UK dirty-talking US (6/10)
anonymous
May 22 2010, 06:37:55 UTC
“Y-yeah,” America muttered, staring at the ceiling in an expression that America knew couldn’t be shock or disgust.
“Hot and bothered, are you?”
“No way,” America said and forced a scoff. “What gave you that idea?”
“The whimper,” England drawled.
“Shut up,” America protested, squinting.
“There’s only one way to shut me up, luv. How am I to shut you up?” England whispered, and again America could not dismiss the image of England’s lips over the receiver, the way he’d take the phone so close to his mouth, hot enough for his panting breath, the breathless whispers. Shit.
“How?” America parroted.
“Perhaps rendering you senseless would do the trick,” England mused, in the kind of voice that suggested that England had absolutely no doubts about how he would go about shutting America up, and America realized he wanted to hear what England had in mind. England was still talking, “Make it so you wouldn’t be able to talk, unless it was to shout my name
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[Part 9] UK dirty-talking US (9/10)
anonymous
May 22 2010, 06:39:18 UTC
“Oh no, luv,” England drawled and America shivered at the promise heavy in his voice, beneath the whispered lust. “I’d remove your clothing, I’d suck you off until you were sobbing from pleasure. And I wouldn’t stop until you were unable to speak a single, coherent word
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Re: [Part 9] UK dirty-talking US (10/10)
anonymous
May 22 2010, 08:51:06 UTC
Hottest. Phone Sex. Ever.
In the history of Fandom.
Period.
S-sequel? I-if your phone sex is this hot, I'm dying to see how you write sex that's not between two parties a couple thousand miles away. If it's anything like I imagine it to be, I may just have to build a shrine and dedicate it to you.
Re: [Part 9] UK dirty-talking US (10/10)
anonymous
May 22 2010, 16:43:09 UTC
Holy hell, that was amazing. Honestly, I loved your characterizations. America talking about the game he was playing, ridin' ponies (and shit) gave me a good laugh. The way you wrote America especially, it was just so good.
And oh England, oooh England. You silly bugger, you! If ever there was a sequel to any fic ever, I would hope it to be this one.
The prompt was for UK to call US on the phone and give him some good old fashioned dirty talk.
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He tried to ignore it, he really did. But it just kept ringing. It’d only been half an hour but the damned phone had gone through the obnoxiously loud (America was belatedly noticing) ringtone ten times at least. Whoever was calling him didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving a message or sending a text message. So, with a sigh of annoyance, America pulled himself away from another killing spree of cougars in Red Dead Redemption and stumbled his way towards the phone, remembering first to pause his x-box before scooping the cell phone up from where it’d been stuck in his sweatshirt on the floor. Seeing it was England calling, America sighed loudly, tipped his head up towards the ceiling, and mentally prepared himself for whatever lecture ( ... )
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“Don’t you?” England pressed, voice breathless with anticipation.
“… Tell me what you would do, England?” America asked, eyebrows raised, unsure where exactly this conversation was going, but suspecting he knew. America shut his eyes, preparing himself for England’s words. Perhaps it was a misunderstanding-perhaps England really was angry with him over something and he just wanted to beat America’s ass. Perhaps the throaty, breathless voice was England’s attempts to suppress his anger ( ... )
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“Hot and bothered, are you?”
“No way,” America said and forced a scoff. “What gave you that idea?”
“The whimper,” England drawled.
“Shut up,” America protested, squinting.
“There’s only one way to shut me up, luv. How am I to shut you up?” England whispered, and again America could not dismiss the image of England’s lips over the receiver, the way he’d take the phone so close to his mouth, hot enough for his panting breath, the breathless whispers. Shit.
“How?” America parroted.
“Perhaps rendering you senseless would do the trick,” England mused, in the kind of voice that suggested that England had absolutely no doubts about how he would go about shutting America up, and America realized he wanted to hear what England had in mind. England was still talking, “Make it so you wouldn’t be able to talk, unless it was to shout my name ( ... )
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In the history of Fandom.
Period.
S-sequel? I-if your phone sex is this hot, I'm dying to see how you write sex that's not between two parties a couple thousand miles away. If it's anything like I imagine it to be, I may just have to build a shrine and dedicate it to you.
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I-Is it possible to have a sequel? *__*
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*gasps for air* that was... that was so hot... GAH
There must be a sequel to this *A*
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This was delicious.
Smug England is mighty fine.
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Holy mother of god anon, this has to be one of the HOTTEST things I've ever read on here. Just....guh
*melts*
hey. hey. hey. Sequel? PLEASE? With England carrying out all of his promises
>///< *cleaning up nosebleed*
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And oh England, oooh England. You silly bugger, you! If ever there was a sequel to any fic ever, I would hope it to be this one.
Fantastic fill, great job! ♥
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