America/whoever- likes being taken care of
anonymous
August 11 2011, 01:17:19 UTC
Alfred has a demanding job such as that of a construction worker or his normal nation self and is often running around everywhere. Most would assume he likes being in charge of the bedroom too but it turns out that if someone acts aggressive and straightforward then he immediately goes weak in the knees.
Bonuses: The person refuses to actually have sex until their sure he is not just being used and to keep Alfred on his toes and highly aroused and hyper aware of said person.
When the Leader is Led [1/10]
anonymous
August 12 2011, 23:42:56 UTC
A/N: Well, initially I was planning for this to just be bondage with America as a bottom, but that idea kind of got away with me and it became more about a combination of America's insecurities and the depth of England's affection (probably because I’ve been kicking this idea around in my head for a while now). However, there is still not one, but two sex scenes for you to enjoy, so I'm sure you'll have fun anyway. And sorry, Recaptcha, it’s not Scotland. I’m too biased toward UKUS. I didn’t get around to the licking either, but there’s lots of kissing and breathing on those two body parts.
America sat leaning against England's window, feeling the spring chill throughout the world beyond and watching the water bead upon the far side of the glass. It felt good, all cool and smooth against his cheek and the part of his arm that his tee-shirt didn't cover. He had stolen one of England's fuzzy blankets and had it on his lap. If only England hadn't left him alone in bed with nothing to wake up to but a post-it note on the door saying he
( ... )
When the Leader is Led [2/10]
anonymous
August 12 2011, 23:43:58 UTC
"What are you talking about? I'm fine."
"I know that you feel that way, but it just seems like... like you're feeling mentally abused, so you come to me for physical abuse."
America threw up his hands to try to get England to stop. "No! That's not how it is at all."
"Then what?"
America tried to tell him. He really did. But when he opened his mouth to say it but nothing came out. It was just like whenever he tried to tell the other man his real feelings when not in the throes of passion or right afterwards, or somewhere near a really nasty battle, or high or drunk. So instead he just said, "Why do you need to know so much?"
"Well, most importantly it's my responsibility," He said, "And goddamnit, America, I want you to want this."
The younger nation just looked at him and bit his lip. Why was England so much better at this than he was? It was his turn to fiddle with the table cloth now, "I can't tell you now; you know how I get."
"Then when, America, when?"
"After. I promise that I'll be able to tell you after."
When the Leader is Led [3/10]
anonymous
August 12 2011, 23:44:41 UTC
His only answer was a smile, but he left to help his partner anyway, even though he was muttering bad words under his breath the entire time.
"I've got this," He said, "You go and pick out what you want."
America nodded and headed over to the wall covered in cabinets. But what to get? He threw the doors open to the first one ("Don't destroy my things!" England shouted). Rope was always good, always important. Oh, dammit. He'd gotten rid of all the really old, rough kind. Or maybe he kept it somewhere else so that America didn't get it for this. That'd be like him. America carefully went through and picked the hardest kind he could. After all, if he wanted to be comfy, why the hell would he be doing this? He left all the harnesses were they were, though. He didn't have the patience to deal with all of that right then. Maybe later in the week. But that was all he needed from that one. He shut the doors carefully to make sure that they'd stay shut and then moved to the next one he needed.
Once he'd gathered all of the necessary stuff, he
( ... )
When the Leader is Led [4/10]
anonymous
August 12 2011, 23:45:42 UTC
"How many lashes?" he asked.
"Thirty."
"Really? That many?"
"I'm feeling adventurous today."
"Alright, but this is even more important than usual, then."
America felt a metal ring slide around his finger and something heavy drop against his palm. he wrapped his fingers around the piece of plastic, which was shaped perfectly to the inside of his hand. His thumb traced the button on the side and then pressed it. An ear-splitting screech filled the room until America pressed it again.
"Did I say I was ready for you to test it?" England asked, clutching his ears.
"No," America said, smiling.
England sighed, "You really do always deserve to be punished. It's such a cliché thing for a masochist to say, but you actually do.
America laughed and turned it on again. However, he shut it off when England glared at him. He didn't really wanna make the guy mad. The last time he did that, England had left him all tied up and he had to sit there for hours or else feel the wrath that his lover would undoubtedly have had if he'd ruined so much of his gear.
Re: When the Leader is Led [5/10]
anonymous
August 12 2011, 23:46:33 UTC
The hard soles of England's shoes made a harsh clacking noise against the flagstones as he came closer and closer to America. America tensed up and started to struggle against his bonds, as though he wasn't looking forward to the torture.
"You know what's coming, don't you, you little bitch?" England asked, "You should. Even someone as ignorant as you should know the seriousness of your crime."
It was gonna be one of those unspecified cause situations again, wasn't it? That was perfectly fine, but it made it a little bit harder to keep a straight face because one time afterwards he'd asked England what his crime was and he'd said "jaywalking." It had stuck as the secret identity of every crime. (It was now very fun to tease England whenever he jaywalked by saying "Oh no! You know what they'll do to you!")
America started making noise around his gag, pretending to beg for forgiveness and mercy and things like that. England let out a harsh laugh and slapped him hard across the face. America groaned.
When the Leader is Led [6/10]
anonymous
August 12 2011, 23:47:25 UTC
Then, all of a sudden, England stopped. America whined and leaned back towards him. Not fair! He wanted more.
"No," England said softly, "'Buzzer,' America, I can't keep this up. I can't hurt you anymore. I know you said thirty, but-" he took a deep breath, "Would it be alright for me to stop here?"
Christ, was England expecting him to say no? America didn't even want to think about how he could possibly think that. Instead he nodded. England let out a relieved sigh. A warm, lightly calloused hand wrapped around America's cock and began to rhythmically pump it.
"When we resume," England whispered huskily in his ear, "you came from me beating you alone."
Ooh, that sounded good. America bobbed his head enthusiastically.
"Wonderful," England whispered, "Now come."
As willingly as he had accepted everything else that morning, America emptied out onto England's hand and the table.
"You disgusting, filthy, slut!" England shouted, "I didn't think that you could be any more of a waste of air than before, but now this? How am I to punish you when you
( ... )
When the Leader is Led [7/10]
anonymous
August 12 2011, 23:49:08 UTC
America took that as his cue to start shouting again. England just plunged deeply into him, completely sheathing himself in one go. The younger nation let out a groan. This, this was why he had opted for the blindfold. The feelings were so much more intense when he lost one of his other senses. England felt so big, so hard, and so hot. He began to thrust in and out in measured, practiced strokes. The friction was just right, just enough to have the lightest tinge of pain, but not to actually hurt or to impede his pace. America tried to resist for as long as he could, but his body was starting to betray his character. He was back in the game and too much blood had rushed south for America to pretend that he didn't like it beyond some occasional shouts of "Stop!" or "No!" But now even those were slipping into "England!" and "Yes!" The fire that was burning inside of him had gone from a little campfire to a blazing inferno. It was just getting bigger and bigger and hotter and hotter. England was digging his thumbs into America's
( ... )
When the Leader is Led [8/10]
anonymous
August 12 2011, 23:50:42 UTC
The older nation only pulled on like two loops and then the entire thing was loose. America got it off and stood next to his boyfriend. He jumped.
"Oh God! Cold floor!"
England rolled his eyes, "What do you expect? It's March and it's a stone floor in the basement."
America pouted, "But England-"
The smaller nation sighed, "Oh, just come with me, you great stupid thing. We need to get clean if we're going to see that film later."
"Oh, Alright," America said, allowing himself to be led from the room like a dog.
England brought him into the bathroom and America paused in front of the mirror to look at his reflection. He turned around and saw nothing but brownish red and crimson all down his back.
"Holy shit..." He said, "No wonder you stopped."
"Didn't it hurt?" England asked, walking over and looking at the America in the mirror.
"Not as bad as it should've."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be." He wrapped his arms around England, "I loved the entire thing."
"Yes, but why?" England asked.
America opened his mouth but choked on the air when he saw England's
( ... )
When the Leader is Led [9/10]
anonymous
August 12 2011, 23:51:18 UTC
"You're not like that, though." America really wanted to look back, but was afraid that he'd lose his nerve, and if he stopped he'd probably never start again, "You're not like that, though, because when you look at me you don't see the richest country in the world or the strongest country in the world. You just see the guy who winds up on your doorstep every month wanting to spend time with you. And the fact that you're willing to do all that, to dominate me with sex and ropes and whips and probably anything else I can think of just proves that. All you're worried about is making sure that the two of us have a good time, and it don't matter what's going on in the outside world. Even some day years from now when we're both just faded, old, ex-superpowers, nothing will have changed between us. And that's why, no matter what my bosses do, you've always been my favorite."
Finally finished, he looked back over his shoulder. England had the hand that wasn't holding the cloth clamped over his mouth. His eyes were all watery.
When the Leader is Led [10/10]
anonymous
August 12 2011, 23:51:54 UTC
England's lips twitched up into a smile and he pulled his fingers away, since America was still pretty slick from before.
"I love you," He whispered, kneeling down over America.
"I love you too," America replied, wrapping his legs around his lover's waist.
They kissed again and England lined himself up and pushed in. America sighed into the kiss, gladly accepting him again. He felt so safe, being able to look up and see England hovering above him, eyes half-lidded, arms coming down on either side of him. Realistically, there was no way that England's slim body could protect him completely, but it didn't matter in the slightest. America couldn't help but have this wonderful, warm feeling. It seemed like all that bad stuff from his past like Pearl Harbor, 9/11, even the Civil War couldn't have happened in the same world. He was too safe here, too loved.
It was then that America had a revelation. It was never the physical sensation he got off to when he had sex with England. That was really, really good, but it was all sort of a side show.
( ... )
Re: When the Leader is Led [10/10]
anonymous
August 13 2011, 07:39:27 UTC
I think you've just converted me to BDSM anon.
Doing it from America's POV was a good choice, I thought it was really good to see why he liked being dominated so much and how he saw it as England loving him so much that he would do all that for him.
I adored the mentions of the little buzzer America has and how they were setting up before. I thought it was brilliant how England had to stop a couple of times and just make sure that everything was going okay or that could they change it slightly. Communication for the win.
There are so many things I loved about this fill that I can't name them all. But I am going to bookmark and read it again and again.
Anon, I am speechless. This is so amazing, and some of the best BDSM I have read on the meme. It made me sad in places, but it also made me very, very happy. Thanks for this fill, even if it ended up deviating from the original prompt a bit, it was still brilliant for what it IS.
Bonuses: The person refuses to actually have sex until their sure he is not just being used and to keep Alfred on his toes and highly aroused and hyper aware of said person.
At one point he licks Alfred's ear and cheek.
Haha captcha wants Scotland (Finger Scotland wtf)!
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A/N: Well, initially I was planning for this to just be bondage with America as a bottom, but that idea kind of got away with me and it became more about a combination of America's insecurities and the depth of England's affection (probably because I’ve been kicking this idea around in my head for a while now). However, there is still not one, but two sex scenes for you to enjoy, so I'm sure you'll have fun anyway.
And sorry, Recaptcha, it’s not Scotland. I’m too biased toward UKUS. I didn’t get around to the licking either, but there’s lots of kissing and breathing on those two body parts.
America sat leaning against England's window, feeling the spring chill throughout the world beyond and watching the water bead upon the far side of the glass. It felt good, all cool and smooth against his cheek and the part of his arm that his tee-shirt didn't cover. He had stolen one of England's fuzzy blankets and had it on his lap. If only England hadn't left him alone in bed with nothing to wake up to but a post-it note on the door saying he ( ... )
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"What are you talking about? I'm fine."
"I know that you feel that way, but it just seems like... like you're feeling mentally abused, so you come to me for physical abuse."
America threw up his hands to try to get England to stop. "No! That's not how it is at all."
"Then what?"
America tried to tell him. He really did. But when he opened his mouth to say it but nothing came out. It was just like whenever he tried to tell the other man his real feelings when not in the throes of passion or right afterwards, or somewhere near a really nasty battle, or high or drunk. So instead he just said, "Why do you need to know so much?"
"Well, most importantly it's my responsibility," He said, "And goddamnit, America, I want you to want this."
The younger nation just looked at him and bit his lip. Why was England so much better at this than he was? It was his turn to fiddle with the table cloth now, "I can't tell you now; you know how I get."
"Then when, America, when?"
"After. I promise that I'll be able to tell you after."
"You'd better keep that promise ( ... )
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His only answer was a smile, but he left to help his partner anyway, even though he was muttering bad words under his breath the entire time.
"I've got this," He said, "You go and pick out what you want."
America nodded and headed over to the wall covered in cabinets. But what to get? He threw the doors open to the first one ("Don't destroy my things!" England shouted). Rope was always good, always important. Oh, dammit. He'd gotten rid of all the really old, rough kind. Or maybe he kept it somewhere else so that America didn't get it for this. That'd be like him. America carefully went through and picked the hardest kind he could. After all, if he wanted to be comfy, why the hell would he be doing this? He left all the harnesses were they were, though. He didn't have the patience to deal with all of that right then. Maybe later in the week. But that was all he needed from that one. He shut the doors carefully to make sure that they'd stay shut and then moved to the next one he needed.
Once he'd gathered all of the necessary stuff, he ( ... )
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"How many lashes?" he asked.
"Thirty."
"Really? That many?"
"I'm feeling adventurous today."
"Alright, but this is even more important than usual, then."
America felt a metal ring slide around his finger and something heavy drop against his palm. he wrapped his fingers around the piece of plastic, which was shaped perfectly to the inside of his hand. His thumb traced the button on the side and then pressed it. An ear-splitting screech filled the room until America pressed it again.
"Did I say I was ready for you to test it?" England asked, clutching his ears.
"No," America said, smiling.
England sighed, "You really do always deserve to be punished. It's such a cliché thing for a masochist to say, but you actually do.
America laughed and turned it on again. However, he shut it off when England glared at him. He didn't really wanna make the guy mad. The last time he did that, England had left him all tied up and he had to sit there for hours or else feel the wrath that his lover would undoubtedly have had if he'd ruined so much of his gear.
( ... )
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The hard soles of England's shoes made a harsh clacking noise against the flagstones as he came closer and closer to America. America tensed up and started to struggle against his bonds, as though he wasn't looking forward to the torture.
"You know what's coming, don't you, you little bitch?" England asked, "You should. Even someone as ignorant as you should know the seriousness of your crime."
It was gonna be one of those unspecified cause situations again, wasn't it? That was perfectly fine, but it made it a little bit harder to keep a straight face because one time afterwards he'd asked England what his crime was and he'd said "jaywalking." It had stuck as the secret identity of every crime. (It was now very fun to tease England whenever he jaywalked by saying "Oh no! You know what they'll do to you!")
America started making noise around his gag, pretending to beg for forgiveness and mercy and things like that. England let out a harsh laugh and slapped him hard across the face. America groaned.
"You think that I'll let you off easy ( ... )
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Then, all of a sudden, England stopped. America whined and leaned back towards him. Not fair! He wanted more.
"No," England said softly, "'Buzzer,' America, I can't keep this up. I can't hurt you anymore. I know you said thirty, but-" he took a deep breath, "Would it be alright for me to stop here?"
Christ, was England expecting him to say no? America didn't even want to think about how he could possibly think that. Instead he nodded. England let out a relieved sigh. A warm, lightly calloused hand wrapped around America's cock and began to rhythmically pump it.
"When we resume," England whispered huskily in his ear, "you came from me beating you alone."
Ooh, that sounded good. America bobbed his head enthusiastically.
"Wonderful," England whispered, "Now come."
As willingly as he had accepted everything else that morning, America emptied out onto England's hand and the table.
"You disgusting, filthy, slut!" England shouted, "I didn't think that you could be any more of a waste of air than before, but now this? How am I to punish you when you ( ... )
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America took that as his cue to start shouting again. England just plunged deeply into him, completely sheathing himself in one go. The younger nation let out a groan. This, this was why he had opted for the blindfold. The feelings were so much more intense when he lost one of his other senses. England felt so big, so hard, and so hot. He began to thrust in and out in measured, practiced strokes. The friction was just right, just enough to have the lightest tinge of pain, but not to actually hurt or to impede his pace. America tried to resist for as long as he could, but his body was starting to betray his character. He was back in the game and too much blood had rushed south for America to pretend that he didn't like it beyond some occasional shouts of "Stop!" or "No!" But now even those were slipping into "England!" and "Yes!" The fire that was burning inside of him had gone from a little campfire to a blazing inferno. It was just getting bigger and bigger and hotter and hotter. England was digging his thumbs into America's ( ... )
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The older nation only pulled on like two loops and then the entire thing was loose. America got it off and stood next to his boyfriend. He jumped.
"Oh God! Cold floor!"
England rolled his eyes, "What do you expect? It's March and it's a stone floor in the basement."
America pouted, "But England-"
The smaller nation sighed, "Oh, just come with me, you great stupid thing. We need to get clean if we're going to see that film later."
"Oh, Alright," America said, allowing himself to be led from the room like a dog.
England brought him into the bathroom and America paused in front of the mirror to look at his reflection. He turned around and saw nothing but brownish red and crimson all down his back.
"Holy shit..." He said, "No wonder you stopped."
"Didn't it hurt?" England asked, walking over and looking at the America in the mirror.
"Not as bad as it should've."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be." He wrapped his arms around England, "I loved the entire thing."
"Yes, but why?" England asked.
America opened his mouth but choked on the air when he saw England's ( ... )
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"You're not like that, though." America really wanted to look back, but was afraid that he'd lose his nerve, and if he stopped he'd probably never start again, "You're not like that, though, because when you look at me you don't see the richest country in the world or the strongest country in the world. You just see the guy who winds up on your doorstep every month wanting to spend time with you. And the fact that you're willing to do all that, to dominate me with sex and ropes and whips and probably anything else I can think of just proves that. All you're worried about is making sure that the two of us have a good time, and it don't matter what's going on in the outside world. Even some day years from now when we're both just faded, old, ex-superpowers, nothing will have changed between us. And that's why, no matter what my bosses do, you've always been my favorite."
Finally finished, he looked back over his shoulder. England had the hand that wasn't holding the cloth clamped over his mouth. His eyes were all watery.
America debated ( ... )
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England's lips twitched up into a smile and he pulled his fingers away, since America was still pretty slick from before.
"I love you," He whispered, kneeling down over America.
"I love you too," America replied, wrapping his legs around his lover's waist.
They kissed again and England lined himself up and pushed in. America sighed into the kiss, gladly accepting him again. He felt so safe, being able to look up and see England hovering above him, eyes half-lidded, arms coming down on either side of him. Realistically, there was no way that England's slim body could protect him completely, but it didn't matter in the slightest. America couldn't help but have this wonderful, warm feeling. It seemed like all that bad stuff from his past like Pearl Harbor, 9/11, even the Civil War couldn't have happened in the same world. He was too safe here, too loved.
It was then that America had a revelation. It was never the physical sensation he got off to when he had sex with England. That was really, really good, but it was all sort of a side show. ( ... )
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Great fill, lots of realistic yet hot smut is always appreciated.
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Doing it from America's POV was a good choice, I thought it was really good to see why he liked being dominated so much and how he saw it as England loving him so much that he would do all that for him.
I adored the mentions of the little buzzer America has and how they were setting up before. I thought it was brilliant how England had to stop a couple of times and just make sure that everything was going okay or that could they change it slightly. Communication for the win.
There are so many things I loved about this fill that I can't name them all. But I am going to bookmark and read it again and again.
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