Hetalia kink meme (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:47 pm
hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:47 pm
Hetalia Kink meme part 15
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hetalia kink meme
part 15
hetalia kink meme
part 15
Ahh yeah that is the super duper delayed Christmas reveal for 2009 LOL...just found the time to finish it now...
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France + Post Colonial!America x England: France instructing virgin!US how to fuck virgin!UK
(Anonymous) 2010-10-27 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)France takes this opportunity to play a little game. He's been planning to take America's virginity, but with England captured, he now wants America to lose his virginity to England.
Who, by the way, is a virgin also.
(He knows US is (guiltily) besotted with his former guardian, and vice-versa.)
So, it's France instructing America how to fuck England, with commentary, like "Non, non, harder, boy, faster." And then after America is finished, France fucks England, who is still filled with America's cum.
Dub-con is fine, but I don't want England to be thoroughly humiliated/destroyed or the fill to get overly angsty. I'd like a little ray of home. And England to reluctantly enjoy it.
BONUS: It's Fem!England.
SECONDED
(Anonymous) 2010-10-27 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)Re: France + Post Colonial!America x England: France instructing virgin!US how to fuck virgin!UK
(Anonymous) 2010-10-27 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)The Hands that Guide Us (1/1)
(Anonymous) 2014-08-15 01:56 am (UTC)(link)“It’s tradition, mon ami,” Francis purred into Alfred’s ear as the naked, fledgling nation writhed against his fingers. He was drunk on victory and wine, a delicious combination that just so happened to get the young man into his bed. He didn’t regret it, even if he had to pour bottle after bottle into Alfred’s mouth until his eyes couldn’t focus and his head swam with pleasure. The young nation’s knees dug into the thick duvet of the hotel room Francis was occupying for the remainder of his time in the new country, wrinkling the fabric without a care. Three thick digits twisted and prodded inside his tight asshole, pressing the tortured gland over and over again until the American nation was wailing with uncontained pleasure. Every so often he’d hear the soft sounds of the duvet ripping from Alfred’s tight grip. Little virgins always made the Frenchman’s cock harder than a rock, just knowing that he was going to be the one to burst that last remaining innocence from their lives sent pleasant chills down his spine.
“Please…I need...Oh, God, Francis...I need…please,” Alfred didn’t even know what to beg for, but Francis knew exactly what he truly needed. Ever since the young colony braved an entire ocean to enter his home to beg for support during his war against England, Francis had been looking forward to tasting the victory on the American’s lips. Well, that and feeling the tight heat wrapped around his cock, but he preferred the more romantic notion.
That had been the plan, one he fantasized over with Gilbert whenever they realized the colony actually had a chance against his colonizer. That had been the grand plan, until the Battle of York and Gilbert brought him the hogtied, hissing English woman that represented the nation of England. Oh, Alice had always been such an untouchable force. Oh, he’d dreamed of spreading those long legs and fucking her until she screamed his name. Of ruining those red lips that were always set into an ugly scowl. Of exacting revenge after she humiliated him in battle after battle. Of watching her suffer like his Jean had. She always flinted around like she was better than him and the rest of Europe, just one time he wanted to see her fail.
Luckily for him, she had failed and all at the hands of her beloved America. It was truly poetic justice after everything the Englishwoman put him through in their long lifetimes.
With the addition of Alice to the equation, Francis developed an even better plan to exact his revenge on the woman. In the old tradition, the tradition of countries even older than Rome, the victor needed to dominate the loser. Sweet little Alice had always been so untouchable, but Francis was going to change that tonight. As much as he wanted to fuck her, having Alfred perform in his place was an even better idea. Alfred, naïve and innocent boy he was, had not let the bitter war dispel the boyhood crush he had on the woman. Losing his virginity to Alice would make all of his dreams come true. Of course, if those longing looks from the Englishwoman were any indication, Alfred wasn’t the only one with hidden desires.
Oh, it would all be so perfect!
The Frenchman hadn’t even changed out of his uniform, but he’d stripped Alfred bare without a second thought. “I know what you need, mon ange. I know who you need.” He removed his fingers with a satisfying ‘pop’, placing a comforting hand on the lithe hip. “I took care of you these past few years and I’m not stopping anytime soon.” He placed his clean hand over Alfred’s eyes, shushing him as his vision went black. “Close your eyes; I have a present for you.”
Francis watched as the young nation squeezed his eyes tight, smirking to himself as he gracefully pushed himself away from the bed, patting the round flesh of Alfred’s ass in affection. Alfred had been so quiet the entire time. Perhaps it was intimidation or maybe anticipation, probably even the heavy wine sitting in his belly, either way, the young nation was beautiful with his lips bitten red and his cheeks a hearty pink. Francis could imagine those cheeks would burn red once he returned with his special guest.
His leather boots thudded loudly in the room as he walked to the door separating the bedroom from the bathroom. Inside, the naked Englishwoman sat, struggling against her bonds and cursing behind the cloth in her mouth. Gilbert, bless that man, had tied a gag around Alice’s loud mouth to keep from ruining the surprise. She tried to kick him as he lifted her up, but a rough smack to her fleshy thigh settled her down. He carried her to the bed, plopping her down on the goose down pillows and shushing Alfred as he made an inquisitive noise. In little time at all, he had her wrists tied to the headboard and her ankles anchored to the bed frame, leaving the hissing woman with her legs spread as wide as one of London’s painted whores and her breasts exposed to the cool air of the room.
“Gorgeous.” Francis praised, tweaking a dusty pink nipple with his fingertips. “Shame you’ve hidden such a body from me.” He trailed his fingertips down her torso and over the soft expanse of her belly. He stopped right above the golden curls framing her cunt, smirking as he saw the fire in her green eyes. She tried to headbutt his shoulder, hoping to throw him off his balance. It only strengthened his resolve. He dipped his fingers further south, rubbing her clitoris until her thighs trembled. “Open your eyes, Alfred.” Francis commanded as he removed his fingers, walking to the end of the bed to sit beside the American. He pressed the damp fingers against Alfred’s lips, pressing them inside for a moment to give him a taste.
Confusion entered those baby blues at seeing his former mentor in front of him, the pleasant haze created by the alcohol bubbling away at the sudden appearance of his enemy. He licked his lips once Francis removed those fingers, trying hard not to think about the musky taste on his tongue. “Francis? A-Alice?” His cheeks blossomed into a vivid red, shifting his eyes down her body with the shyness of a young boy. “What’s…what’s goin' on?”
“It’s an old tradition,” Francis repeated, nudging Alfred to kneel between her spread legs. He could smell her and see the slight bit of lubrication clinging to those soft, blonde curls. Seemed like Alice was just a tiny bit turned on by all of this, or rather his touches from before ignited the arousal in her. “It’s a very old tradition that most nations don’t participate in anymore. The spoils go to the victor, including the losing nation. I thought it was only fitting if we brought it back for this.” He reached up and wrapped his fingers around the cloth gag keeping her silent. “If I remove this, you’ll be a good girl, yes?”
If looks could kill, Francis would have been dead three times over. Despite that fire, she nodded her head, coughing once the gag was removed. “You’re really going to force him into this barbaric ritual?” She asked hoarsely, coughing as she licked her dry lips. “There’s a reason Rome disbanded it.” Alfred giggled at that moment, rubbing his eyes as he shifted to keep his balance. “Fuck, Frog, he’s drunk.”
“Ah-ah-ah,” Francis chided, tweaking her nipple again and grinned as he was rewarded with a soft moan, “I’m making him a man. Something you denied him, yes?” The Frenchman leaned down to press a kiss to Alfred’s cheek, stuffing the gag back into Alice’s open mouth. “You’re going to fuck her, Alfred. I’ll be right here to make sure everything goes according to plan.”
Alfred chewed on his bottom lip, stealing a glance at Alice before looking back at Francis. His blue eyes dilated and unfocused as he grabbed her hips to keep himself steady. “I don’t wanna hurt her.” He slurred with a lopsided frown.
Those words stirred emotion in Alice’s face, but the Frenchman only clucked his tongue. “You won’t, I promise. Watch what I do, mon cher, I’m going to get her nice and wet for you.” His talented fingers wasted no time in diverging into her damp cunt, thumb circling her clit as warm liquid bubbled between her slick lips. “So wet already,” he mocked Alice, “I bet you’ve had plenty of fingers up your greedy cunt.” Three fingers were pressed deep inside her, blinking in silent surprise at the intake of breath from Alice as she was stretched so suddenly. There wasn’t a hymen, but the blinding tightness was a surprise. Nearly a thousand years old and still a virgin? Goodness, what a prude. “Oh!” He gasped out, laughing as he twisted his wrist to loosen the muscles so tightly clinging to him. “This is precious! It seems like you’ll both be losing those pesky virginities.”
Francis pulled his fingers away, wiping them against the ripped duvet and turning his attention to Alfred. “Press inside her, Alfred.” He breathed into the American’s ear, wrapping his hand around the young nation’s plump cock. “She’s wet and ready. Go in easy, you’ll do fine.”
The American nodded, chewing on his bottom lip as Francis guided him into Alice. He moaned loudly, his arms trembling with the effort to keep himself up. How many times had he dreamed of this moment? He whimpered low in his throat at the same time Alice made a soft sound in the back of her throat, her teeth clenching down on the gag in her mouth. “Alice.” He breathed out, burying his face into her small breasts. Clumsily, he wrapped his lips around one of her puffy pink nipples, kneading the erect nub with his tongue.
The Frenchman smirked, reaching up and yanking the gag out of Alice’s mouth and listening to the soft pants of pleasure. “She’s enjoying that, Alfred.” He told the tipsy American, using his hands to show Alfred how to rock his hips into the Englishwoman. “Fuck her like this, mon cher. Make her flutter around you.”
Alfred pulled his hips back, just as commanded, and thrust back into Alice’s wet cunt, grunting as she clenched around him. The soft, cooing praises from Francis spurred the American forward, rocking into the object of his affection. Soft, open mouth pants echoed around the room along with the sound of wet skin slapping together. Hazy blue eyes met clear green and something passed between them. Alice leaned forward just as Alfred did, their lips slanting together in a clumsy kiss.
A disgruntle sigh came from Francis’ direction, leaning over as he pushed Alfred’s hips quicker into Alice’s warmth. “Fuck her faster, boy.” He shook his head as Alfred’s hips faltered with the kiss. “Non, non, enough kissing, harder. Fuck her deeper. This isn’t about making love. Dominate her, Alfred.”
Alice was still unable to get out of the bindings, but she bucked her hips up a little as Alfred’s cock brushed against a sensitive spot inside her. “Fuck.” She breathed out, cheeks red with the knowledge that she was enjoying something she shouldn’t. “Just like that, love.” She whispered into his ear, chest heaving as her encouragement resounded in Alfred’s drunken mind. He rocked harder and faster into her, not even needing Francis’ guiding hands as he followed the encouraging praises from Alice. It took only a few thrusts before Alfred stiffened, erupting into the Englishwoman with a moan of her name.
They laid there for a moment, Alfred catching his breath as his eyes fluttered close. The heavy weight of the wine in his belly spread throughout his body. He drifted to sleep against Alice’s chest with the woman looking fondly down at her ex-colony. The sound of clapping startled her and she glared up at the Frenchman. She was still panting as she sneered at him. “You’re a miserable man, Francis. This…he’s going to hate himself for this.”
“He won’t remember this. It’ll be like it never happened.” The Frenchman clucked his tongue, walking over with his trousers pulled down to his thighs. “Besides, you’ve always been a miserable woman, Alice. Don’t you remember Jean? Isn’t it nice to get a taste of your own medicine?” He asked as he lifted Alfred’s hips away and nudged him higher on Alice’s chest. The weight seemed uncomfortable, but Francis cared little for her comfort. With Alfred’s white seed still pouring from Alice’s cunt, Francis thrust inside her, grunting as he wasted little time in fucking her. This wasn’t about true pleasure. This was domination. Their eyes locked over the sleeping nation’s head, Francis sneering as he pressed his thumb against her swollen clit, rubbing and flicking until she tightened around him. She tossed her head side to side, grunting as she tried to twist away from the pleasure. She’d never live it down if she allowed herself to come. Despite her wishes, Francis’ ministrations continued and she came violently around him. Alice bit her lip to keep from moaning, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her pleasure. Francis didn’t last much longer, stiffening as he came too. He pulled away, smirking as he used the ruined duvet to clean up the mess on his cock. He tucked himself back into his trousers, humming as he quickly cleaned Alfred up.
Carefully, Francis lifted the American into his arms, walking to the door without waking him up. He stopped right at the doorway, taking in the sight of Alice one last time. The combination of his and Alfred’s seed dripping onto the bed as Alice glared at him, almost daring him to say something. “See you in Paris, Angleterre.” With that, Francis slid from the room, leaving the door propped open for Alice to scream down for some help.
Ahh, now, Paris would be interesting.
Re: The Hands that Guide Us (1/1)
(Anonymous) 2014-08-15 06:15 am (UTC)(link)And very, very hot. Well. For me. :)a
Well done, author!anon!
Re: The Hands that Guide Us (1/1)
(Anonymous) 2014-09-01 05:10 am (UTC)(link)