So...Would LOVE to read/see a Hungary/Austria/Prussia threesome, in which Prussia to his surprise gets totally topped by the (married) couple, especially Hungary (interpret that as you wish :3) Preferably not noncon but dubcon is okay. ^__^
*you didn't see my anon!fail there.* Obligatory "new to teh pronz* warning goes here. Hope Op enjoys. ^_~
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Elizaveta is going to kill him. Slowly and painfully. Preferably by ripping out his jugular, or his balls; she hasn’t quite picked yet.
Stalking across the ruined kitchen, she tosses the broken pie plate into the sink and slams her hands down on the edge of it, her knuckles going white as she clenches its metal frame. She doesn’t want to think about the cracked plate, or the ruined crust crumbling inside.
“Hey, are you gaining weight?” Elizaveta spun, rage in her eyes at the feeling of Gilbert’s hand gripping her ass. The Prussian laughed, ducking as she swung the nearest thing she could find, her lovely half-finished pie, at his head. It missed, sort of, clipping him in the shoulder as he ducked rather then in the head, and she was glad he’d at least suffered that much
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The house is dark when Gilbert gets home the next day, which is strange really because his brother should be home by now. Bare traces of the streetlights filter through the closed curtains, and Gilbert thinks the house feels just a little to bare all dark like this. He grits his teeth. At his age he shouldn’t be bothered by the dark, though really it isn’t the dark that bothers him. His brother is far too neat; Spartan, one might call it. Tidiness never bothered him before the war, before the wall. Now it just reminds him of bare floors and bleached walls and cement that seemed to stretch on forever. Old Fritz would be ashamed of him
( ... )
“What the hell are you doing?” he growls at Elizaveta through clenched teeth. His voice catches as Elizaveta’s touch becomes less a brush of his sensitive skin and more a stroke. She laughs, stroking her thumb down his flesh, amused by the way its hardening under her light touches. Gilbert bites back a moan, because damn does that feel good, even if he’s pretty damn sure this is a dream, and he’s imagining it, because there’s no possible way Elizaveta would ever touch him this way, or invade his house, or knock him out (because now he’s pretty sure that’s what happened), tie him down and (as it appears she intends to, from the devious glint in her eye) fuck him senseless. And even on the off chance she did do all of the above, there was no possible way Roderich would sit by and watch and (if the blush spreading across the Austrian’s pale face, and the way he’s shifting uncomfortably against the wall is any indication) enjoy it
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God her smile is devious, he thinks as she pulls back from him and moves back to her former husband, kissing him deeply, and running her hand down the front of his coat. She’s undoing the buttons as Roderich moans shamelessly in her mouth, and Gilbert feels himself grow hotter as she slowly strips the jacket from him, and then unties the cravat so slowly it’s like torture. Roderich’s shirt is next; she slides her hand up his side, still kissing him, only breaking the kiss for a moment to help him pull it over his head. It’s a sensual masterpiece; Gilbert avoids thinking about how much practice stripping Roderich so damn beautifully must have taken. She’s straddling his knee now, grinding herself on his thigh, tonguing his neck and his chin is tilted up, his mouth open and Roderich’s gasping. Gilbert’s breath hitches at the sight, and not just because Roderich’s hand has tightened on his cock
( ... )
Appearances aside, he has always been quite disciplined. His tongue reaches into her, tasting her bitterness, enthusiastically thrusting into her. Roderich is closer now, leaning over her shoulder, one hand toying with her nipple even as the other continues working another finger into Gilbert
( ... )
Gilbert kisses Elizaveta’s wrist, and draws her fingers, rough with all the work she’s done (not at all like Roderich’s far to delicate hands), into his mouth, sucking along them teasingly. She groans, shuddering, her hand trembling in his grasp and he answers her groan with a moan of his own as Roderich hits his prostate and begins to ride him hard. Good, the bastard isn’t going to be a totally pansy about this. Gilbert’s never liked it gentle. He’s gasping and swearing at the man as the heat builds within him, still tonguing Elizaveta’s hand, fingers, wrist like they’re a lifeline. She shudders; he can smell her come from where he is and he moans at the sound she makes. Roderich’s coming fast now, his gasps are sharp and short, and there are these shaky little sounds that Gilbert’s never heard from him before, and damn that’s a good thing because after all the teasing Gilbert’s not sure how much longer he can hold out. His head is going fuzzy, his breath comes short and god every movement Roderich makes feel like heavenHe
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Ohgodohgod oh god so much OT3. ;AAAAA; This was hot and awesome and perfect, anon. A++ porn and characterization, unf. YOU SHOULD WRITE MORE OF THEM 8D PLEASE
Preferably not noncon but dubcon is okay. ^__^
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Elizaveta is going to kill him. Slowly and painfully. Preferably by ripping out his jugular, or his balls; she hasn’t quite picked yet.
Stalking across the ruined kitchen, she tosses the broken pie plate into the sink and slams her hands down on the edge of it, her knuckles going white as she clenches its metal frame. She doesn’t want to think about the cracked plate, or the ruined crust crumbling inside.
“Hey, are you gaining weight?” Elizaveta spun, rage in her eyes at the feeling of Gilbert’s hand gripping her ass. The Prussian laughed, ducking as she swung the nearest thing she could find, her lovely half-finished pie, at his head. It missed, sort of, clipping him in the shoulder as he ducked rather then in the head, and she was glad he’d at least suffered that much ( ... )
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/bookmarks forever
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GILBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~~
(By that I mean FUCK ME, THAT WAS HOT!)
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(Some of the details were just perfect, like Austria and Hungary's hands.)
(And Germany and Italy on the sidelines was just the cherry on top.)
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Thank you~ Glad you liked. ^_^b
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I wanted this to be filled so hard, and.. umf! *calms down* Just...
Beautiful job!
XD I was so giddy I ended up posting this reply somewhere else, OTL I blame you for frying my brain and making me stay up late reading this!
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