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Scandinavian crack!orgy based on the chart below
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(http://tinypic.com)So apparently in France they call flagellation 'la vice Anglais' (the english vice)- there's got to be a story behind that, right?
So I'd like France/England, someone getting whipped and both of them enjoying it, please.
Merci.
So I'd like France/England, someone getting whipped and both of them enjoying it, please.
Merci.
It’s been awhile since the last time England showed up at his door with a bottle in one hand and a leather cat in the other. It’s not something France gets off on, particularly (he has better ways of making people scream), but this is something England needs, and he needs it from France.
It’s less that England trusts him (though he does, far more than he admits) than that he honestly does not care what France thinks of him, or his needs.
So France steps back and allows England to brush past him through the doorway. England hands him the cat and heads for the kitchen, stripping his shirt off as he goes. Under normal circumstances, France wouldn’t let England in his kitchen under threat of torture, but it’s the easiest room to clean if England bleeds. England’s pants follow his shirt after he kicks his shoes off, and he braces his hands against the light, blue-and-white wallpaper in only his boxers and football socks.
France hefts the handle of the cat, getting a feel for the well-crafted grip, letting the strips slither like water over his other hand. France gives it an experimental swing and snap, slapping it back over his own shoulder to get a sense of its bite.
Ooh.
All right then.
He steps into England’s space, close enough to feel the heat coming off his skin. He trails the tails over the gleaming white and pink wheals of old scars that decorate England’s back, from his pirate days, from his navy days, from other nights like this.
“How badly do you want it?” France asks softly, ruffling England’s hair with his breath.
“Don’t tease me, you fucking frog,” England growls, which – was not what he meant at all.
“It was an honest question,” he murmurs, and he’s proud of how affronted he doesn’t sound.
“I want my skin hanging off me strips you useless pansy, but if you can’t handle that I’ll find someone who –”
CRACK
All the muscles in England’s back jump intension as bright red lines cut across the paler grid already there.
“Tais-toi,” he orders casually, not even doing him the courtesy of telling him to shut up in his own language. The cat whistles though the air again, its many fingers painting pretty streaks of scarlet over England’s skin. The cat has no metal tips to slice his skin quickly; it will take a long time for his welts to open. France can be patient.
It’s less that England trusts him (though he does, far more than he admits) than that he honestly does not care what France thinks of him, or his needs.
So France steps back and allows England to brush past him through the doorway. England hands him the cat and heads for the kitchen, stripping his shirt off as he goes. Under normal circumstances, France wouldn’t let England in his kitchen under threat of torture, but it’s the easiest room to clean if England bleeds. England’s pants follow his shirt after he kicks his shoes off, and he braces his hands against the light, blue-and-white wallpaper in only his boxers and football socks.
France hefts the handle of the cat, getting a feel for the well-crafted grip, letting the strips slither like water over his other hand. France gives it an experimental swing and snap, slapping it back over his own shoulder to get a sense of its bite.
Ooh.
All right then.
He steps into England’s space, close enough to feel the heat coming off his skin. He trails the tails over the gleaming white and pink wheals of old scars that decorate England’s back, from his pirate days, from his navy days, from other nights like this.
“How badly do you want it?” France asks softly, ruffling England’s hair with his breath.
“Don’t tease me, you fucking frog,” England growls, which – was not what he meant at all.
“It was an honest question,” he murmurs, and he’s proud of how affronted he doesn’t sound.
“I want my skin hanging off me strips you useless pansy, but if you can’t handle that I’ll find someone who –”
CRACK
All the muscles in England’s back jump intension as bright red lines cut across the paler grid already there.
“Tais-toi,” he orders casually, not even doing him the courtesy of telling him to shut up in his own language. The cat whistles though the air again, its many fingers painting pretty streaks of scarlet over England’s skin. The cat has no metal tips to slice his skin quickly; it will take a long time for his welts to open. France can be patient.
I would like to see some angsty France and England centered around the death of Princess Diana.
UK drops his mobile phone and US picks it up - and looks at the contents. What he finds is...?
Smut or crack, I don't really care. PLEASE LET YOUR IMAGINATION RUN WILD~
Smut or crack, I don't really care. PLEASE LET YOUR IMAGINATION RUN WILD~
orz. forgive the crack fill, OP!anon
"Ha-HAH!"
"Blast it, America! Give me back my phone!"
"Nope. Now's my chance to show the world your---GAAAH! What the fuck was that?"
"Don't drop it, you idiot! Ah, caught it!"
"You're sick, England! I thought you'd have porn in your phone, but not that kind of porn!"
"I didn't download it! France sent it over to me! I just haven't deleted it because YOU TOOK MY PHONE FROM ME, you PRAT. Do you really think I'm into tentacle PORN?"
"Well, France said you have all hose educational videos, and your subjects did kiss those fishes in Japan's market so--OW! But that's true!"
"Put a sock in it, you sodding wanker! That doesn't mean I like people fucking octopuses!"
KILL ME NOW OP.
Why yes, there really is octopus porn involving an octopus and two women.
"Ha-HAH!"
"Blast it, America! Give me back my phone!"
"Nope. Now's my chance to show the world your---GAAAH! What the fuck was that?"
"Don't drop it, you idiot! Ah, caught it!"
"You're sick, England! I thought you'd have porn in your phone, but not that kind of porn!"
"I didn't download it! France sent it over to me! I just haven't deleted it because YOU TOOK MY PHONE FROM ME, you PRAT. Do you really think I'm into tentacle PORN?"
"Well, France said you have all hose educational videos, and your subjects did kiss those fishes in Japan's market so--OW! But that's true!"
"Put a sock in it, you sodding wanker! That doesn't mean I like people fucking octopuses!"
KILL ME NOW OP.
Why yes, there really is octopus porn involving an octopus and two women.
Anon desperately wants some shameless, hedonist Prussia introducing embarrassed, uptight to Germany to any of the following kinks: rimming, watersports, fisting, or felching.
Include more than one and I’ll love you forever.
Include more than one and I’ll love you forever.
Anon wants:
Greece/USA
Heracles is immensely confused by frat/sorority culture. Gen or smut is up to filleranon.
(hazing is a plus, hahha)
Greece/USA
Heracles is immensely confused by frat/sorority culture. Gen or smut is up to filleranon.
(hazing is a plus, hahha)
Recently there was a massive recall on contaminated peanut butter products in the United States. A lot of people got salmonella and an unhappy time was had by all. A while ago, something similar happened with spinach. After that recall, many people said they'd stop eating spinach. Why hasn't the same happened to peanut butter?
Americans love the stuff too much.
So I want America/Peanut Butter.
B: America gets really sick afterwards
Americans love the stuff too much.
So I want America/Peanut Butter.
B: America gets really sick afterwards
Rome/Germania – so, back when relations between them were still pretty good, Rome actually recruited Germanic fighters to police some of the border regions. So, what anon NEEDS LIKE BURNING, is Rome training Germania in Roman military discipline, (which was crazy badass) with lots of bloody sparring and Rome shouting orders and Germania cursing and both of them getting off on it.
Seconded~ We need more of this pairing, really.
Spain/S. Italy; Spain getting aroused while spanking Romano.
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I think we need some Fatherland/Motherland.
Therefore: Germany/Russia, preg fic. Genderbend or not its up to you.
(Germany can be traded for older Germanic states if need be. Historic refs would be awesome.)
Therefore: Germany/Russia, preg fic. Genderbend or not its up to you.
(Germany can be traded for older Germanic states if need be. Historic refs would be awesome.)
In the 1590s, Spanish settlers brought the horse over to America.
Anon just wants something cute. Spain introducing the horse to young!America and teaching him how to ride it.
B: This part isn't exactly completely historically accurate but it would be interesting to see England waltz in and freak out.
Cmon now people, don't forget that Spain did play a role in shaping America as well.
Anon just wants something cute. Spain introducing the horse to young!America and teaching him how to ride it.
B: This part isn't exactly completely historically accurate but it would be interesting to see England waltz in and freak out.
Cmon now people, don't forget that Spain did play a role in shaping America as well.
First request after making a few fills. ^_^
America sings along to Caramelldansen while doing the dance. Sweden watches and reacts.
Bonus: Japan, originator of the dance, gets involved somehow.
America sings along to Caramelldansen while doing the dance. Sweden watches and reacts.
Bonus: Japan, originator of the dance, gets involved somehow.
Straight from the anon meme: "It's canon that Turkey and Greece fight over Japan's affection. Suddenly, TWIST: However, Japan ships Turkey/Greece.
So he makes them fight. And provides the jello."
GO ANON GO!
So he makes them fight. And provides the jello."
GO ANON GO!
Since we already had Prussia 'comforting' Austria in this meme, it's high time to turn tables.
After the WWII Prussia's (former) lands were 'taken care of' by Russia (and Koenigsberg/Kaliningrad remains part of Russia up till now).
And that's why this anon wishes to see some angsty-fluffy (crack-y?) Austria/Prussia - yes, in this order - with Prussia desperate to snuggle up to somebody during a very cold night, yet trying to remain manry while doing it. Sex is optional, I'm here for fluff mostly~
Bonus for explaining why invading Germany'svital regions bed wouldn't be the smartest idea.
After the WWII Prussia's (former) lands were 'taken care of' by Russia (and Koenigsberg/Kaliningrad remains part of Russia up till now).
And that's why this anon wishes to see some angsty-fluffy (crack-y?) Austria/Prussia - yes, in this order - with Prussia desperate to snuggle up to somebody during a very cold night, yet trying to remain manry while doing it. Sex is optional, I'm here for fluff mostly~
Bonus for explaining why invading Germany's
Germany/Italy : Both of them watching a horror film. Germany has to scream like a little girl at one point and Italy comforts him, the Italian his way~! :D
I don't know about other anons, but I like my Austria with a side of Prussia and Germany. Threesome, DP, and the act of drugging/giving Austria alcohol to make him go through with the sexual act. If possible, wriggle regret somewhere in there. This anon will be entirely too grateful if this gets filled and will worship whoever fills it for the rest of their life
The alcohol they used, Prussia had insisted, would have to be of the best quality. When nothing at Germany and Prussia's usual haunts seemed up to their prey's usual demand for quality, Germany tentatively suggested dropping by Feliciano's place to borrow a few bottle of wine. But Prussia had laughed.
"West, West!" he reprimanded, swinging an arm around his brother's shoulder. "Little Italia can't know what we're going to be doing. Imagine! You would scar him for life."
And that was how Russia woke up to answer the door, still dressed in a grey woolen bathrobe and hair sticking up in a several different directions to see his former resident, East, dragging Germany up the pathway to his house. Ivan very nearly closed the door right there, fully intending to leave the ridiculous pair outside in the early autumn chill, and go back to bed.
"Ivan! So nice to see you!"
What? Ivan nearly asks, dumbfounded. When was East (well, he has a name... his name is Gilbert, and he hasn't been "East" for two decades now...) friendly with him? More than anything else, this is what keeps Russia from slamming the door. Unfortunately, he knows from the shuffling behind him that Yao is now awake as well. He feels Yao's head thump against his back.
"What goin' on?" the Chinese man mumbles into Ivan's bathrobe. "'Cold outside. Close th' door."
Ivan sighs, much put out, and turns his full attention back to the two brothers on his doorstep. West (no, he is Germany, and his name is Ludwig) - Ludwig looks rather embarrassed, and Gilbert looks rather happy. Ivan... scowls.
"What is it? It is three in the morning."
Gilbert opens his mouth, but Ludwig steps smartly upon his brother's toe. Ivan is disappointed to only hear a yelp. He would have at least made the bones crunch.
"Do you have any vodka we can borrow?"
Ivan scowls deeper. "One does not simply borrow vodka."
"One does not simply walk into Mordor," Gilbert pipes up, and Ivan has to restrain himself from clocking the idiot. "Yeah, yeah, we know. How much do you want for your strongest stuff?"
Ivan starts to open his mouth to say no, I am not an achohol retailer, and I am not selling, but he feels Yao straighten up behind him and poke his head up over Ivan's shoulder.
"How much are you willing to pay?"
Ludwig opens his mouth, probably to set forth a reasonable offer; Ivan opens his mouth to protest the very act of selling his vodka for unknown purposes in the first place. But Gilbert, ever swift, speaks up first.
"How much to do you want?"
Yao grins against Ivan's shoulder, and a nimble hand massages lightly over his broad back. Ah... So there will be repayment, hm? Ivan smiles.
"Per bottle of the strongest Russian vodka?" Yao purrs as Ivan steps back to let them in. "Oh, just a couple of your top medical students or engineers. They must be able to speak Russian or Mandarin."
Gilbert nods, shushes Ludwig's obvious movement to protest, and they all head down to Ivan's basement to make the deal official.
Anon has been craving to do this pairing for a while. I hope you like angst. :3
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Raivis couldn't remember what sent him over the edge. One day he had been nothing but a frightened little boy that feared for his life, then the next he's pinning the large Russian man that made him afraid in the first place.
There had been signs that the man's insanity was rubbing off on him. You could say it started when he timidly tried to attack Peter with a Lily of the Valley. What sane person would do that? So yes. It was his madness that lead him to this. To stop being afraid of life, and instead take the biggest risk of his life.
Now he could control Ivan, and now he would be the one cowering in fear of him. He would be the one fearful of what he had in store for him. It was simple really what he was planning to do. He'd give him a taste of his own medicine, so he would see what it's like to be the victim, the play toy, an object to release his anger and frustration on, much like he would do to poor Toris.
Toris was free of Ivan's grip on him, and he was the only one left. He had his suspicion that it meant he would become Ivan's new toy. When he was lead into his bedroom and was proven right at seeing the lustful look in his eye, he snapped. Completely snapped.
Now here he was with the man underneath him, staring up at Raivis with wide, confused violet eyes. He couldn't help but smile at that expression. He didn't think innocent, little Raivis would assault him, did he? That's what you get for dropping your guard in front of someone you think you know so well.
Raivis wasted no time, and started to strip Ivan's coat off of him along with his scarf. Yes that precious scarf that his sister made for him. It was so sweet how he always wore it. It sickened him to the point of holding back the urge to puke. He buried himself into his neck, biting hard enough to draw blood and licking each drop that came out. How does it feel to have your own blood shed for someone else's amusement? He wanted to ask that, but Ivan was... moaning and wrapping his arms around his neck to pull him closer. He was actually enjoying it?
"Latvia..." Ivan whispered, and it only enraged him even more.
He assumed he was just being too soft. The man had gone through a lot, so maybe he just needed to push on further to get him to suffer. He ripped Ivan's shirt open, causing buttons to fly everywhere. He stared at his chest, placing a shaky hand on top of it. No. This wasn't the time to get nervous.
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Raivis couldn't remember what sent him over the edge. One day he had been nothing but a frightened little boy that feared for his life, then the next he's pinning the large Russian man that made him afraid in the first place.
There had been signs that the man's insanity was rubbing off on him. You could say it started when he timidly tried to attack Peter with a Lily of the Valley. What sane person would do that? So yes. It was his madness that lead him to this. To stop being afraid of life, and instead take the biggest risk of his life.
Now he could control Ivan, and now he would be the one cowering in fear of him. He would be the one fearful of what he had in store for him. It was simple really what he was planning to do. He'd give him a taste of his own medicine, so he would see what it's like to be the victim, the play toy, an object to release his anger and frustration on, much like he would do to poor Toris.
Toris was free of Ivan's grip on him, and he was the only one left. He had his suspicion that it meant he would become Ivan's new toy. When he was lead into his bedroom and was proven right at seeing the lustful look in his eye, he snapped. Completely snapped.
Now here he was with the man underneath him, staring up at Raivis with wide, confused violet eyes. He couldn't help but smile at that expression. He didn't think innocent, little Raivis would assault him, did he? That's what you get for dropping your guard in front of someone you think you know so well.
Raivis wasted no time, and started to strip Ivan's coat off of him along with his scarf. Yes that precious scarf that his sister made for him. It was so sweet how he always wore it. It sickened him to the point of holding back the urge to puke. He buried himself into his neck, biting hard enough to draw blood and licking each drop that came out. How does it feel to have your own blood shed for someone else's amusement? He wanted to ask that, but Ivan was... moaning and wrapping his arms around his neck to pull him closer. He was actually enjoying it?
"Latvia..." Ivan whispered, and it only enraged him even more.
He assumed he was just being too soft. The man had gone through a lot, so maybe he just needed to push on further to get him to suffer. He ripped Ivan's shirt open, causing buttons to fly everywhere. He stared at his chest, placing a shaky hand on top of it. No. This wasn't the time to get nervous.
I dunno if this has been requested yet. If it has, you're allowed to shoot me in the leg
HetaliaxResevoir Dogs.
Just watched it again, and of course my little fan whore self had to replace everyone with Hetalia characters.
I have no qualms except maybe make Mr.Pink Romano. Otherwise, have at it ya'll.
HetaliaxResevoir Dogs.
Just watched it again, and of course my little fan whore self had to replace everyone with Hetalia characters.
I have no qualms except maybe make Mr.Pink Romano. Otherwise, have at it ya'll.
So. Third volume of Twilight YES HOMG THIS ANON READS THAT FOR TEH LULZ during some stupid argument, to prove that she's neutral, Bella keeps insisting that she is Switzerland.
Not that she's like Switzerland.
She IS Switzerland.
So, anons... Anyone up for Bella!Vash xD?
Not that she's like Switzerland.
She IS Switzerland.
So, anons... Anyone up for Bella!Vash xD?
Anon, I'm never going to finish this. Have it anyways.
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Here's some crack:
Russia/Neon Genesis Evangelion's Shinji Ikari.
"Would you like to be one with Russia? It could be very nice, da?"
Russia/Neon Genesis Evangelion's Shinji Ikari.
"Would you like to be one with Russia? It could be very nice, da?"
urgh i feel so bad for this but i want it like burning
Spain/young S.Italy, kink is shota. there MUST be smut.
Spain/young S.Italy, kink is shota. there MUST be smut.
Tentacle Monster!HRE/Chibitalia - Tentacle rape. The Holy Roman Empire turns into a tentacle monster, goes out of control and does what tentacle monsters do best to little Italy.
It was the evening of the yearly Hallowe'en party at Austria's grand mansion - everyone was invited (well...whoever Austria liked) and Hungary and ChibiItalia were rushing about the place, hanging up decorations of bats, carved pumpkins and skulls. When Hungary had to leave to check on the food, Italia was trusted to hang the twinkling lights up.
Standing on a small stepladder, Italia grunted as he tried to fix the lights to the wall, wanting to please Austria, impress him. He had asked for pasta to be served at the party and Austria for once said he might have it there if ChibiItalia did a good job. The brunette grunted again and hurriedly adjusted his dress (the damn thing...Hungary decided to make it all pink...even the poofy underwear...). Italia didn't hear HRE come in, too busily engrossed in his work to even care if the blond was watching him from afar or not.
HRE slid from the shadows to watch Italia with the lights. He wanted to help him out....but...his heart was thumping too widly. How can it be, the Holy Roman Empire be so shy around Italy? He frowned as Italia jumped off the stepladder and fell to his front. He gasped and rushed out. "Are you okay?" he asked, pausing as he got close enough to be able to smell Italy.
"Ugh..." Italia uttered as he looked up at the blond. "Yes, Holy Roman Empire," he replied, getting up and dusted at his new dress. HRE spotted the new colour, liking how it fitted ChibiItalia so...perfectly.
"Pink today?" HRE asked shyly, shuffling about.
Italy nodded and lifted his dress up so HRE could see his poofy underwear. "See? My undwerwear is pink too! Isn't it girl-"
"AGH!" HRE cried out and covered his eyes, turning away. How could she just do that! He groaned softly to himself.
Italia blinked in confusion. "Huh....?" He was about to speak again when Hungary called for him. "Ah, coming!" ChibiItalia gave HRE a look. "Nice to see you today!" he said cheerfully and went off.
The blond looked around quickly in surprise and watched Italy skip off. He flushed before smiling. "You too. Always."
*
ChibiItalia's stomach rumbled hungrily as he stepped from his room, dressed up for the party...well, what Hungary considers dressed up. She made the Italian to stay in his dress and aded cat ears and a tail. So, Italy was a cat boy...in a dress...which is pink. He thought maybe he didn't look too bad - he looked pretty cute! "Me-ow!" he called out, scaring some random people who hung about in the hallway.
"Italy!" Italia paused and looked. Hungary came over, smiling fondly. "Where is the Holy Roman Empire? He needs to put on his costume."
"I don't know," ChibiItalia replied. "Shall I go look for him for you?"
"Sure!" Hungary smiled and patted Italy on the head. "Be careful!"
Standing on a small stepladder, Italia grunted as he tried to fix the lights to the wall, wanting to please Austria, impress him. He had asked for pasta to be served at the party and Austria for once said he might have it there if ChibiItalia did a good job. The brunette grunted again and hurriedly adjusted his dress (the damn thing...Hungary decided to make it all pink...even the poofy underwear...). Italia didn't hear HRE come in, too busily engrossed in his work to even care if the blond was watching him from afar or not.
HRE slid from the shadows to watch Italia with the lights. He wanted to help him out....but...his heart was thumping too widly. How can it be, the Holy Roman Empire be so shy around Italy? He frowned as Italia jumped off the stepladder and fell to his front. He gasped and rushed out. "Are you okay?" he asked, pausing as he got close enough to be able to smell Italy.
"Ugh..." Italia uttered as he looked up at the blond. "Yes, Holy Roman Empire," he replied, getting up and dusted at his new dress. HRE spotted the new colour, liking how it fitted ChibiItalia so...perfectly.
"Pink today?" HRE asked shyly, shuffling about.
Italy nodded and lifted his dress up so HRE could see his poofy underwear. "See? My undwerwear is pink too! Isn't it girl-"
"AGH!" HRE cried out and covered his eyes, turning away. How could she just do that! He groaned softly to himself.
Italia blinked in confusion. "Huh....?" He was about to speak again when Hungary called for him. "Ah, coming!" ChibiItalia gave HRE a look. "Nice to see you today!" he said cheerfully and went off.
The blond looked around quickly in surprise and watched Italy skip off. He flushed before smiling. "You too. Always."
*
ChibiItalia's stomach rumbled hungrily as he stepped from his room, dressed up for the party...well, what Hungary considers dressed up. She made the Italian to stay in his dress and aded cat ears and a tail. So, Italy was a cat boy...in a dress...which is pink. He thought maybe he didn't look too bad - he looked pretty cute! "Me-ow!" he called out, scaring some random people who hung about in the hallway.
"Italy!" Italia paused and looked. Hungary came over, smiling fondly. "Where is the Holy Roman Empire? He needs to put on his costume."
"I don't know," ChibiItalia replied. "Shall I go look for him for you?"
"Sure!" Hungary smiled and patted Italy on the head. "Be careful!"
Anyone/America- America loses a bet, and winds up having to go to a ball dressed as a woman. One of the nations happen to be there, and ask to dance with him. Fuzzy feelings start to form.
US/UK (no top preference). Alfred starts babbling in Spanish during sex. (What can I say, he has a lot of Spanish speaking people in his lower regions.) This turns on Arthur.
recaptcha: regarding mixture
You don't say.
recaptcha: regarding mixture
You don't say.
I-I don't even ship this but
What can I say, he has a lot of Spanish speaking people in his lower regions.
THIS MADE ME LAUGH WAY TOO MUCH NOT TO WANT TO SEE IT
What can I say, he has a lot of Spanish speaking people in his lower regions.
THIS MADE ME LAUGH WAY TOO MUCH NOT TO WANT TO SEE IT
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