Enrich the Mother Country
anonymous
September 15 2010, 19:17:56 UTC
"The purpose of a colony is to enrich the mother country." I want a dark fic that incorporates that quote. I'd prefer England and America, but others are fine, too. I don't care if there is a happy ending or not, as long as the majority of it is pretty dark.
A/N: Something real quick and kind of eh. Skimped out on the actual smut but this was more about the domination and control. Hope you don't mind that America became Femerica. Also, expect a more... thorough explanation of what happened soon enough
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Re: Purpose II
anonymous
October 13 2010, 03:15:20 UTC
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Pride. It was the one thing about her that irritated him, even to this day. With those legs that had sprung out of such an awkward, young body, the chest that had developed, the skillful way she brought so many into her bed... it all led to a pride that made her America, and yet stole her dignity. He wondered if she ever thought of him as she snuck away with the Russian following her like a sunflower following the sun.
He decided to sneak into her room one night, open the door and walk in as he had years and years ago. One hand on her back was all it took for her to be a mass of teeth, nails, and skills that she had not had before she had met the Asian nations. It was still all too easy to subdue her, to take her breath away and leave her begging for more and more until she was hoarse
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Re: Purpose II
anonymous
October 13 2010, 13:33:44 UTC
I love the darkness in this story, it's so twisted and still fascinatingly hot. Boy, England is such a bastard. I think this fic may introduce modifications to my headcanon, because I now believe the colonial period has left something in the colonies bodies and minds that will always respond to their former masters, in a way. I loved this story, author anon
A/N: Again, here I am, with a second fill! It's a sequel. Keep in mind that I loooove second person but it's so hard to write, so I hope this works!
OP: I'm glad you're alright, and that you like it! As I promised, here's more~!
First!anon: Thank you~!
Interesting-head-canon!anon: You made that my head canon now too! I think that's a fantastic idea, and it makes so much sense! You'll see it in this fill. >>
You never do figure out what brings you back to him so many times, but it is a festering something in the back of your mind that controls you and pushes you towards him. He never lets you try and turn away, admitting you into his home with a smile and a brush along that scar you made to impress him long ago. It hurts, but it is a good burn, no matter how much you wish it was a bad burn
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You raise it to your lips and bite into it, the char sliding around your teeth and scraping at your tongue. It tastes like fire, like when New York burned at you. You finish the horrid things and shove the plate towards him, ignoring as he sets it down on the table and shifts to straddle you. You cannot help but love the way that you are in control, here, and you grab his hands and move them behind his body
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Re: Almost III
anonymous
October 14 2010, 06:01:19 UTC
"Oh?" his voice is dangerous and you smirk up at him, ever the defiant colony. "Kiss it," he orders and your head snaps down to obey. "Lick it," your tongue flicks out, as if on its own accord. "Good girl. Take it in," you listen and he moans, moans louder as you add tongue and just a scrape of teeth, like he wants it. His hands tighten in your hair and move you up and down his length, shoving it into the back of your throat. You whimper, the feeling of it thick in your mouth, even if you have had thicker. He is still the one who raised you and introduced you to what you do now. If there is any shame, any guilt, or any expertise about the subject, it is his fault
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"Yes," he does it again and you scream again. Comply, obey, listen, do as you are told. You can feel your wetness as you move, sliding along his body and the sheets, eliminating what friction you could have had. He teases you, slips his fingers into that wetness before pulling them out and pressing them into your mouth. "Lick," and you taste yourself, swirling it around before swallowing. He pushes his fingers in and keep them there, now, twisting and stretching until you shriek and jerk your hips forward as the pleasure builds. A slap pulls you out of the pleasure and he pushes you into the mattress, your positions reversed
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Re: Almost IV
anonymous
October 15 2010, 17:13:26 UTC
oh my.
I like this. so much. I can't help but wishing there's something between the lines. Something beyond the conditioned responses. America, you are so quick to condemn those pretty words as lies. they may not be. I hope they aren't. the two of them are just too...much in the routine. yet if they break out of it, would America keep coming back to England?
I've never read such a poetic SM before. With a subtle atmosphere of melancholy. And all those softly-spoken orders. So enrapturing. I'm interested in their dynamics during ww2 and the cold war in this au setting.
this is actually a very angsty piece. but so beautifully written i'm addicted. can't help but starving for england's pov...
'almost enough'. but not really enough. what if something comes and disturb the precarious balance...? what is enough?
Writer!Anon
anonymous
October 15 2010, 22:29:03 UTC
Ah, but there is something between the lines! If you read carefully, you'll see England wanting to make it something more than it is, while America doesn't, because she's been used too many times.
As for the pattern... oh god, I can only imagine what would happen if someone came and disrupted it. England'd be furious and totally want to bring it back to the way it was, while America'd be happy at being an equal. Having her as a subordinate is better than not having her at all.
This is actually set around modern times, though it could easily be after the Civil War, or during World War I, 'cause I'd like to do the Cold War and WWII in this setting too, now. xD
Ah, the balance being disrupted... it would be crazy and angsty and I want to do it now, but I've spammed this poor request enough with my love for angsty England/America.
Re: Almost IV
anonymous
October 16 2010, 22:39:32 UTC
I seriously love the subtlety of the darkness here. It was also very hot, the way it was written, the way the sex happens, and of course, the complete and total domination, down to what she has to eat when she's there. It was interesting, getting into her head, her bitterness and the desire to obey and submit she can't suppress. The Russia reference was really hot too. All in all, an excellent fill, author anon!
As I Tell You ~One~
anonymous
October 14 2010, 18:23:51 UTC
She has always been small, slender, almost frail-looking; nowadays, he towers over her, feels so very big and strong and unstoppable until she looks at him, just one quick, insignificant glance from those evergeen eyes; and that makes the pounding in his chest and the trembling of his limbs even worse because he knows how pathetic it is
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As I Tell You ~Two~
anonymous
October 14 2010, 18:49:03 UTC
She pulls him to his feet, and looks at him, and he knows that he will never understand how she can stand before him, small and slender and frail-looking with hands on hips and eyes beckoning, and make him feel like a child in trouble with his mother
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As I Tell You ~Three~
anonymous
October 14 2010, 19:12:26 UTC
When he reaches her bedroom, there is nothing new. It looks as it always does, always has--tidy, quaint, and unassuming. For a moment, he considers how it might be different, if only... And then she's behind him, sharp and sudden, biting his shoulder through his shirt, and he's moaning before he knows what's going on
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I want a dark fic that incorporates that quote. I'd prefer England and America, but others are fine, too. I don't care if there is a happy ending or not, as long as the majority of it is pretty dark.
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Pride. It was the one thing about her that irritated him, even to this day. With those legs that had sprung out of such an awkward, young body, the chest that had developed, the skillful way she brought so many into her bed... it all led to a pride that made her America, and yet stole her dignity. He wondered if she ever thought of him as she snuck away with the Russian following her like a sunflower following the sun.
He decided to sneak into her room one night, open the door and walk in as he had years and years ago. One hand on her back was all it took for her to be a mass of teeth, nails, and skills that she had not had before she had met the Asian nations. It was still all too easy to subdue her, to take her breath away and leave her begging for more and more until she was hoarse ( ... )
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OP: I'm glad you're alright, and that you like it! As I promised, here's more~!
First!anon: Thank you~!
Interesting-head-canon!anon: You made that my head canon now too! I think that's a fantastic idea, and it makes so much sense! You'll see it in this fill. >>
You never do figure out what brings you back to him so many times, but it is a festering something in the back of your mind that controls you and pushes you towards him. He never lets you try and turn away, admitting you into his home with a smile and a brush along that scar you made to impress him long ago. It hurts, but it is a good burn, no matter how much you wish it was a bad burn ( ... )
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I like this. so much. I can't help but wishing there's something between the lines. Something beyond the conditioned responses. America, you are so quick to condemn those pretty words as lies. they may not be. I hope they aren't. the two of them are just too...much in the routine. yet if they break out of it, would America keep coming back to England?
I've never read such a poetic SM before. With a subtle atmosphere of melancholy. And all those softly-spoken orders. So enrapturing. I'm interested in their dynamics during ww2 and the cold war in this au setting.
this is actually a very angsty piece. but so beautifully written i'm addicted. can't help but starving for england's pov...
'almost enough'. but not really enough. what if something comes and disturb the precarious balance...? what is enough?
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As for the pattern... oh god, I can only imagine what would happen if someone came and disrupted it. England'd be furious and totally want to bring it back to the way it was, while America'd be happy at being an equal. Having her as a subordinate is better than not having her at all.
This is actually set around modern times, though it could easily be after the Civil War, or during World War I, 'cause I'd like to do the Cold War and WWII in this setting too, now. xD
Ah, the balance being disrupted... it would be crazy and angsty and I want to do it now, but I've spammed this poor request enough with my love for angsty England/America.
And thank you for all the compliments!!
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