Russia/America, BDSM, safewording, the safeword is "I love you" 1/2
anonymous
March 8 2009, 23:33:17 UTC
This is probably a lot more romantic than you wanted. Sorry, OP. D: Also sorry the names keep switching, but the muses insisted in both cases. OTL
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Alfred groaned into Ivan’s rough pillows, his shoulders aching from the stretch of having his arms lashed roughly to the headboard for Russia only knew how long. His whole back lay wetly open, sliced up first by Ivan’s whip and then by the slow, intimate carving of his knife, while one huge, hot hand braced steadily on America’s bare hip. The blood trickling down his sides tickled faintly, a soft, surreal grace note floating above a rich symphony of pain.
Russia’s wind-chapped fingers tugged out the sealed bottle that had been sloshing ominously inside Alfred for most of the evening. Alfred gasped and flinched, his thigh muscles quivering as his ass burned and clenched as the now warm glass was removed.
He heard the faint pop sound of the cap being removed
( ... )
Russia/America, BDSM, safewording, the safeword is "I love you" 2/3
anonymous
March 9 2009, 00:10:13 UTC
“So spoiled,” Russia rumbled behind him, cold fingers digging into his thighs as the dull bass of blooming bruises helped distract America from the shrieking chorus of his back. “Such a selfish country, fat on cheeseburgers and guzzling energy and obsessed with your reality television.”
“Stop,” Alfred whimpered. “M’not. Not like that. All the time.”
“Silence,” Russia growled, pipe whistling through the air before it slammed against Alfred’s bare ass, jolting him forward, making his whole body screech for the fresh, heavy welt rising on his cheeks. “You are selfish,” Russia repeated, steady whacks of the pipe falling mercilessly on his backside, occasionally slipping to his thighs, while America gritted his jaw and let the pain thrum through him, begging, “Stop, stop, stop,” like a fading echo after each brutal impact.
“Selfish,” whack ("Stop, stop,"), “spoiled,” whack ("Stop, stop,"), “worthless,” whack ("Stop, stop,"), “insufferable” whack ("Stop, stop,"), “impundent little country,” whack ("Stop, stop, please"), “I will teach you
( ... )
Russia/America, BDSM, safewording, the safeword is "I love you" 3/3
anonymous
March 9 2009, 00:16:46 UTC
America screamed.
The pain was inexpressible, uncontainable, scorching him to his bones, to his soul -
“Does selfish America want more?” Russia asked, when his screams finally petered off into hoarse, twitching whimpers.
“Oh god,” Alfred gasped. “I love you. I love you IloveyouIloveyou-”
“Hush.” Russia cut him off, the fingers that tormented him so exquisitely picking apart the bindings on his wrists. “You are useless bottom, you know this?” Russia groused as he sponged the blood away with water laced with more anesthetics than antibiotics before carefully layering bandages. “Too weak and whiny to take anything.” America hummed softly, not sure if he was noting or simply agreeing, too strung out on exhaustion and endorphins and pure relief.
“So fragile,” Russia continued to complain. “You cannot even walk now. You will have to sleep here
( ... )
Re: Russia/America, BDSM, safewording, the safeword is "I love you" 3/3
anonymous
March 9 2009, 00:22:18 UTC
GAH. THAT WAS FUCKING HOT. (Read this as you were posting it. Was happy when you posted the third part.)
This totally fed my BDSM kink for the day, and I've never really thought over Russia/America that much. Thank you very much for writing this!
Also on another note: I thought your writing skills were extremely good in this. I actually paused a few times thinking that "holy crap, I love how this is written." which I hardly do. So, I really love your writing style!
Re: Russia/America, BDSM, safewording, the safeword is "I love you" 3/3
anonymous
March 9 2009, 06:19:01 UTC
This was Hot. I love it that America asked Russia to dominate him because he was the only country man enough to do it. And, oh God, did Russia give it to him! Love 'im very much.
"Our safeword is 'I love you.'"
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~*~
Alfred groaned into Ivan’s rough pillows, his shoulders aching from the stretch of having his arms lashed roughly to the headboard for Russia only knew how long. His whole back lay wetly open, sliced up first by Ivan’s whip and then by the slow, intimate carving of his knife, while one huge, hot hand braced steadily on America’s bare hip. The blood trickling down his sides tickled faintly, a soft, surreal grace note floating above a rich symphony of pain.
Russia’s wind-chapped fingers tugged out the sealed bottle that had been sloshing ominously inside Alfred for most of the evening. Alfred gasped and flinched, his thigh muscles quivering as his ass burned and clenched as the now warm glass was removed.
He heard the faint pop sound of the cap being removed ( ... )
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“Stop,” Alfred whimpered. “M’not. Not like that. All the time.”
“Silence,” Russia growled, pipe whistling through the air before it slammed against Alfred’s bare ass, jolting him forward, making his whole body screech for the fresh, heavy welt rising on his cheeks. “You are selfish,” Russia repeated, steady whacks of the pipe falling mercilessly on his backside, occasionally slipping to his thighs, while America gritted his jaw and let the pain thrum through him, begging, “Stop, stop, stop,” like a fading echo after each brutal impact.
“Selfish,” whack ("Stop, stop,"), “spoiled,” whack ("Stop, stop,"), “worthless,” whack ("Stop, stop,"), “insufferable” whack ("Stop, stop,"), “impundent little country,” whack ("Stop, stop, please"), “I will teach you ( ... )
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The pain was inexpressible, uncontainable, scorching him to his bones, to his soul -
“Does selfish America want more?” Russia asked, when his screams finally petered off into hoarse, twitching whimpers.
“Oh god,” Alfred gasped. “I love you. I love you IloveyouIloveyou-”
“Hush.” Russia cut him off, the fingers that tormented him so exquisitely picking apart the bindings on his wrists. “You are useless bottom, you know this?” Russia groused as he sponged the blood away with water laced with more anesthetics than antibiotics before carefully layering bandages. “Too weak and whiny to take anything.” America hummed softly, not sure if he was noting or simply agreeing, too strung out on exhaustion and endorphins and pure relief.
“So fragile,” Russia continued to complain. “You cannot even walk now. You will have to sleep here ( ... )
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This totally fed my BDSM kink for the day, and I've never really thought over Russia/America that much. Thank you very much for writing this!
Also on another note: I thought your writing skills were extremely good in this. I actually paused a few times thinking that "holy crap, I love how this is written." which I hardly do. So, I really love your writing style!
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Thank you so much!
Your comment made me very happy. I did a little dance in the middle of the library.
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Anon, you are the best!
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russia/america is so damn hot and cute and sexy and violent at the same time.
effing love it.
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Not what I had expected at all, totally hot and violent and just completely full of awesomesauce.
Thank you!!!
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*nosebleed*
I am awarding you what is left of my soul, for you have destroyed it with this amazing, hot fic.
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great job~
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