This Thread-Thin Line We Tread
anonymous
June 25 2009, 17:25:48 UTC
For this request: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/6850.html?thread=10261442#t10261442. I decided to do something a bit different. It’s Russia/America, and it’s in relation to the Cold War. Since the Soviet Union fell at the end of the Cold War, I sort of consider it as America having “won.” Adding that to the spread of communism to other countries, and I was thinking - what if America had “lost” and communism had spread to other countries? Including America
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This Thread-Thin Line We Tread [2]
anonymous
June 25 2009, 18:25:44 UTC
With a sigh, Ivan shakes his head and walks into the kitchen, opens the cellar door, and walks down the steps, flicking the light on as he goes
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This Thread-Thin Line We Tread [3]
anonymous
June 25 2009, 21:24:09 UTC
Alfred drops his eyes. Ivan feels his smile grow as he watches Alfred blush - pretty, so very pretty, and for now, all his.
“Yes, Alfred. Everything. Your body.” He traces the whip handle down Alfred’s throat. “Your voice. Your allegiance.”
Alfred lifts his eyes again. Ivan smirks at the glower he sees.
“Is something wrong?”
Silence.
“You can talk to me, Alfred, I give you permission.”
“I don’t need your motherfucking permission,” Alfred spits. “I’m not - I’m not doing this willingly.” White teeth bare themselves in a snarl. “You still don’t have my heart, you bastard. That will always belong to democracy.
Ivan’s smile falls off his face, but it flares even brighter in his heart. Oh. So that’s how Alfred wants to play today. That makes things a bit harder, he thinks
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late OP is late
anonymous
July 1 2009, 21:02:45 UTC
Dear Author!anon--or should that be, really, "Dear god, author!anon!"
When I saw this at aphkink-aid, I bookmarked it for the Russia/America love. As I was finally started reading it today, I was immediately delighted and then strangely started to feel as if it had been written for me. When I hit the "no safeword" part, I scrolled back up to find the link to the original request--and discovered, of course, that it has been written for me. I expect to have many more comments for you by the end, but I had to stop in the middle of this part because of this:
“And my troops flew to London in the night and dropped our nuclear bomb.”
That. Author!anon! That is actually something I put in another request. I shiver, Anon. I adore and worship and shiver.
This Thread-Thin Line We Tread [4]
anonymous
June 26 2009, 21:36:48 UTC
He reaches out, nimble fingers sliding the leather tongue out of the metal clasp, so that it rests loosely around Alfred’s neck. He rubs his own thumb across that tongue. “Go ahead,” he says. “Tell me what you think of me. Say anything at all.”
Alfred seems to find his voice. “You bastard,” he says. “You fucking bastard, you’re going to fall to the
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Re: This Thread-Thin Line We Tread [4]
anonymous
June 27 2009, 05:40:13 UTC
Oh wow. Just wow. This being a consensual act just makes it hotter... and I love this Ivan. This fandom needs more sane-and-badass!Ivan. So the idea is interesting, the writing is excellent, even the title is great; what more can we ask for? :D
This Thread-Thin Line We Tread [5]
anonymous
June 27 2009, 15:01:52 UTC
“Both what’s outside,” Ivan breathes, “and in.” Ivan matches Alfred’s growing alarm with his own degree of serenity, a serenity that would be frightening to anyone but the man beneath the blue eyes that egg him on. “This is mine. Mine to control and to own. I intend to make you understand that
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This Thread-Thin Line We Tread [6]
anonymous
June 27 2009, 15:44:20 UTC
Alfred stiffens beneath his fingers, and Ivan watches, wonders if he’s broken the line and fallen over it with a crash.
Then Alfred shivers underneath his fingers and arches underneath him, pressing his body against Ivan’s. Yes, that body says, and Alfred gives a low, soft whine to go with it. More. Please more now.
“Do you have something you wish to say to me, Alfred?” he asks. Two fingers come up to turn Alfred’s face into his. “Would you like to tell me your secrets?”
Alfred nods, looks at Ivan as the other reaches up and undoes the ball gag. It falls to the floor, and Alfred takes in several gasping breaths.
“What is it?” Ivan asks, tender, and cups Alfred’s face to the small of his neck. “What is it you wish to say to me, dear one?”
Alfred’s breath hitches. “It…it hurts,” he says, in a tiny, broken, beautiful voice. “It hurts all over
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anonymous
June 27 2009, 16:35:38 UTC
“Tell me you love this,” Ivan says. “Show me how much you want to hurt.”
And as he keeps the rhythm, he listens to the change in Alfred’s cries, from pained screams to wanton moans; watches him arch up into the lash, accept the pain, embrace it and welcome it as he squirms on the ground.
Ivan ignores his own cock as his lashes and his power increase, until Alfred stiffens and releases a choked, agonized wail into his gag. And Ivan knows that Alfred is coming, trying to come - if not for that damnable cock ring.
“Do you see now?” Ivan asks, circling around Alfred and reaching down. “Don’t you see how good this is?”
Alfred muffles something out from behind the gag.
“Mmm~? What was that, Alfred?” Ivan reaches up, runs his fingers along the gag. One, two tugs later, the gag falls away from his mouth to soak Alfred’s collar.
“-wan’ - wanna belong to you,” Alfred says, in that lovely, broken little voice. “Want you - want you to make me one with you - god, Ivan, do it -”
Yes, Ivan’s body says as Alfred “breaks,” and smiles
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“Yes, Alfred. Everything. Your body.” He traces the whip handle down Alfred’s throat. “Your voice. Your allegiance.”
Alfred lifts his eyes again. Ivan smirks at the glower he sees.
“Is something wrong?”
Silence.
“You can talk to me, Alfred, I give you permission.”
“I don’t need your motherfucking permission,” Alfred spits. “I’m not - I’m not doing this willingly.” White teeth bare themselves in a snarl. “You still don’t have my heart, you bastard. That will always belong to democracy.
Ivan’s smile falls off his face, but it flares even brighter in his heart. Oh. So that’s how Alfred wants to play today. That makes things a bit harder, he thinks ( ... )
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And a reference to George Orwell!
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cant wait for more.
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ajshfahgfvhf;;
i love the way you write Russia, SO MUCH, and i love the whipping and fuck it's just hot. damn.
selling you my SOUL for the next update.
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When I saw this at aphkink-aid, I bookmarked it for the Russia/America love. As I was finally started reading it today, I was immediately delighted and then strangely started to feel as if it had been written for me. When I hit the "no safeword" part, I scrolled back up to find the link to the original request--and discovered, of course, that it has been written for me. I expect to have many more comments for you by the end, but I had to stop in the middle of this part because of this:
“And my troops flew to London in the night and dropped our nuclear bomb.”
That. Author!anon! That is actually something I put in another request. I shiver, Anon. I adore and worship and shiver.
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Then Alfred shivers underneath his fingers and arches underneath him, pressing his body against Ivan’s. Yes, that body says, and Alfred gives a low, soft whine to go with it. More. Please more now.
“Do you have something you wish to say to me, Alfred?” he asks. Two fingers come up to turn Alfred’s face into his. “Would you like to tell me your secrets?”
Alfred nods, looks at Ivan as the other reaches up and undoes the ball gag. It falls to the floor, and Alfred takes in several gasping breaths.
“What is it?” Ivan asks, tender, and cups Alfred’s face to the small of his neck. “What is it you wish to say to me, dear one?”
Alfred’s breath hitches. “It…it hurts,” he says, in a tiny, broken, beautiful voice. “It hurts all over ( ... )
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And as he keeps the rhythm, he listens to the change in Alfred’s cries, from pained screams to wanton moans; watches him arch up into the lash, accept the pain, embrace it and welcome it as he squirms on the ground.
Ivan ignores his own cock as his lashes and his power increase, until Alfred stiffens and releases a choked, agonized wail into his gag. And Ivan knows that Alfred is coming, trying to come - if not for that damnable cock ring.
“Do you see now?” Ivan asks, circling around Alfred and reaching down. “Don’t you see how good this is?”
Alfred muffles something out from behind the gag.
“Mmm~? What was that, Alfred?” Ivan reaches up, runs his fingers along the gag. One, two tugs later, the gag falls away from his mouth to soak Alfred’s collar.
“-wan’ - wanna belong to you,” Alfred says, in that lovely, broken little voice. “Want you - want you to make me one with you - god, Ivan, do it -”
Yes, Ivan’s body says as Alfred “breaks,” and smiles ( ... )
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