Russia/Canada rough sex with wrong twin
anonymous
January 24 2011, 15:20:15 UTC
I've been in the mood for some rough, violent Russia/Canada smut. So Russia and America are in a happy relationship. One day Russia mistakes Canada for America, and poor lonesome Canada (who hasn't gotten any in a while) goes along with it. Canada has always had loving, tender partners, and assumes that even if this is Russia and America, they're in a loving relationship so their sex should be nice and normal. How wrong he was, those two like it rough. But as much as he desperately wants to, Canada can't say anything without revealing his naughty subterfuge, and forces himself to go along with it.
Containment [1/?]
anonymous
January 25 2011, 06:52:30 UTC
Oh, OP, they’re America and Russia. Of course they have messed up sex. Except for maybe once out of every fifty times, and then it’s probably cloyingly sweet and utterly embarrassing should anybody find out about it. Somewhat unfortunately for Canada, though, this won’t be one of those times.“Matt,” America had said to him, in that too-light baby tone with the upswung eyebrows that basically meant the superpower had put his foot in it somehow and was going to make some unreasonable demand on his brother. Canada both loved and loathed these moments, but as he had just settled into his chair with his cup of coffee in one hand and his notes in the other, it was floating rather close to the “loathe” side of the equation
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Containment [2/?]
anonymous
January 25 2011, 07:29:44 UTC
Of course, America wouldn’t have left his transparencies anywhere obvious. Canada had already burrowed through the crumpled mess in the American’s luggage to no avail. The fact that the pile of clothes smelled too much like sweat and rain and soap and barley did nothing for Canada’s mood as he slammed the heavy leather suitcase shut with a scowl. The suitcase retaliated by releasing a concentrated cloud of the smell in Canada’s direction upon closing, which required a moment of recovery
( ... )
Containment {3/?]
anonymous
January 25 2011, 09:36:44 UTC
“Uh,” was what Canada managed, about seven metric tons of realization hitting him at once.
First, America and Russia were, well, dating. This wasn’t news to anybody in particular, but every time the subject was hinted at England would go purple in the face like he’d had apoplexy, and France would emit the most horrifically amused giggle. Most every other country’s reaction was somewhere along those lines, but Canada had kept his silence. Frankly, America and Russia had been fucking with each other for years and Canada was just happy they’d taken it off the world stage and into the bedroom.
Second, Canada knew that he had an unhappy tendency to be constantly mistaken for his older, far more boisterous brother. This despite the fact that their haircuts were nothing alike, they had different colored eyes, and Canada was undoubtedly taller. Yet, nobody else seemed to notice these obvious facts, just as nobody else really seemed to notice that Canada existed at all
( ... )
Containment [4/?]
anonymous
January 25 2011, 09:37:34 UTC
“Today it is that day, da?” Russia asked with that light glitter tone that was entirely at odds with the vicious throbbing on Canada’s left cheek. His fingers clenched in Canada’s hair so forcefully some of it came out at the root and Canada’s neck strained back with the Russian’s pull, a soft noise escaping his throat at the harshness of the angle.
“Kakoe Amerikanetz,” Russia whispered down to him, the hand that didn’t hold a death grip on Canada’s hair drifting down slowly - Canada instinctively tried to flinch away, but the movement only pulled more hair from his head and Russia’s touch was gentle, as it was. Soft fingers ghosted across the side of Canada’s face, stroking the area that Russia had just struck so tenderly that Canada’s eyes fluttered shut, and he wanted to cry
( ... )
Re: Containment [Chapter 4 Translations}
anonymous
January 25 2011, 09:48:03 UTC
Kakoe Amerikanetz - "What an American." In Russian, "What an ____" is used to express general bemusement/impression.
Mui mojem igriet kak ti hotchet, dorogoy - "We can play as you want, precious."
Ya zniyo shto ti hotch, y bodou dite tebe. Ah, moy malinki Amerikanetz, ya lubyu tebe. - "I know what you want, and I'll give it to you. Ah, my little American, I love you."
I would have written that in Cyrillic, but I figure it wouldn't do much for people who, well, can't read Cyrillic. But rendering Russian words into English looks weird. Ach, the trials of fiction writing.
I officially love you. This is so wonderful so far! You have a way with words, Author!Anon. So far it's everything I could have hoped for. Poor Canada, you don't know what you're getting yourself into! Everything about this is amazing.
And thank you for not writing in Cyrillic. It's a pet peeve of mine in fics! XD
Re: Containment [Chapter 4 Translations}
anonymous
January 25 2011, 23:47:53 UTC
Hol-y shait this fill is riveting, riveting, most talented and amazing author anon. It's suddenly become my most anticipated fic on the meme, truly can't wait for more. Also I'm terrified for Canada D: <3
Containment [5/?]
anonymous
January 27 2011, 02:33:48 UTC
The world froze in place as Canada, locked in his kneeling position on the floor, stared up at Russia’s rising pipe like a condemned prisoner might watch the ratcheting of the guillotine. Russia was gripping the weapon at the soldered joint where pipe met faucet, and once the pipe had rose to the point where if Russia had swung it likely would have shattered the Canadian’s skull, Russia paused
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Containment [5.5/?]
anonymous
January 27 2011, 02:34:37 UTC
Russia made a tisking noise, twisting the threaded end of the pipe gently against Canada’s cheek, the rough metal tickling the skin there slightly, the imperfections in the thread scratching at his jawline. “So quiet today, America! I look forward each day to the beauty of your poetry, da? I always love your… wits.”
Witticisms, Canada’s mind corrected immediately, but his lips parted as the pipe traveled lazily down his face and rested against the swell of his bottom lip. Russia stepped closer, then, his free hand engulfing the Canadian’s jaw in a strong grip and Canada’s breath stilled in his throat at the touch, at the pipe, at the ache of his knees, at his brother shutting up for once due to a hand at his throat and a pipe at his neck
( ... )
Re: Containment [5.5/?]
anonymous
January 27 2011, 02:51:52 UTC
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. THE PIPE.
Oh Canada. Don't worry about going to hell, because I'm goin' with ya. =__=
Oh wow, this is terrific. I love how Canada's thoughts are a tossup between "grr, I'm not America--uuhhhnnn this is kinda hot and wait my brother does this whaaaa??" XDDD
Heh, it's probably a good thing Canada has inappropriate feelings for America. Otherwise the "My brother likes doing this??" could be much, much more traumatic.
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First, America and Russia were, well, dating. This wasn’t news to anybody in particular, but every time the subject was hinted at England would go purple in the face like he’d had apoplexy, and France would emit the most horrifically amused giggle. Most every other country’s reaction was somewhere along those lines, but Canada had kept his silence. Frankly, America and Russia had been fucking with each other for years and Canada was just happy they’d taken it off the world stage and into the bedroom.
Second, Canada knew that he had an unhappy tendency to be constantly mistaken for his older, far more boisterous brother. This despite the fact that their haircuts were nothing alike, they had different colored eyes, and Canada was undoubtedly taller. Yet, nobody else seemed to notice these obvious facts, just as nobody else really seemed to notice that Canada existed at all ( ... )
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“Today it is that day, da?” Russia asked with that light glitter tone that was entirely at odds with the vicious throbbing on Canada’s left cheek. His fingers clenched in Canada’s hair so forcefully some of it came out at the root and Canada’s neck strained back with the Russian’s pull, a soft noise escaping his throat at the harshness of the angle.
“Kakoe Amerikanetz,” Russia whispered down to him, the hand that didn’t hold a death grip on Canada’s hair drifting down slowly - Canada instinctively tried to flinch away, but the movement only pulled more hair from his head and Russia’s touch was gentle, as it was. Soft fingers ghosted across the side of Canada’s face, stroking the area that Russia had just struck so tenderly that Canada’s eyes fluttered shut, and he wanted to cry ( ... )
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Mui mojem igriet kak ti hotchet, dorogoy - "We can play as you want, precious."
Ya zniyo shto ti hotch, y bodou dite tebe. Ah, moy malinki Amerikanetz, ya lubyu tebe. - "I know what you want, and I'll give it to you. Ah, my little American, I love you."
I would have written that in Cyrillic, but I figure it wouldn't do much for people who, well, can't read Cyrillic. But rendering Russian words into English looks weird. Ach, the trials of fiction writing.
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And thank you for not writing in Cyrillic. It's a pet peeve of mine in fics! XD
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Russia made a tisking noise, twisting the threaded end of the pipe gently against Canada’s cheek, the rough metal tickling the skin there slightly, the imperfections in the thread scratching at his jawline. “So quiet today, America! I look forward each day to the beauty of your poetry, da? I always love your… wits.”
Witticisms, Canada’s mind corrected immediately, but his lips parted as the pipe traveled lazily down his face and rested against the swell of his bottom lip. Russia stepped closer, then, his free hand engulfing the Canadian’s jaw in a strong grip and Canada’s breath stilled in his throat at the touch, at the pipe, at the ache of his knees, at his brother shutting up for once due to a hand at his throat and a pipe at his neck ( ... )
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Oh Canada. Don't worry about going to hell, because I'm goin' with ya. =__=
Oh wow, this is terrific. I love how Canada's thoughts are a tossup between "grr, I'm not America--uuhhhnnn this is kinda hot and wait my brother does this whaaaa??" XDDD
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Heh, it's probably a good thing Canada has inappropriate feelings for America. Otherwise the "My brother likes doing this??" could be much, much more traumatic.
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