hetalia_kink | Hetalia Kink meme part 15

Any pairing, breathplay with a silk cord. Please, consensual with an emphasis on trust, but I wouldn't mind some other form of bondage going on (tied hands, ankles what have you).

Bonuses
+A typical seme is the one getting choked, with emphasis on how the cord looks caressing such a masculine neck.
+A "manly" pair with the same emphasis.

Under her hands, Roderich is so wonderfully soft and pliant. His skin is smooth as marble, and as pale; his cheeks lightly dusted pink. His lovely eyes are partially obscured by the lowered lids, but his glasses have been set aside, folded up and laid on the bedside dresser. Elizaveta finds him the most beautiful like this... so open. Honest. Trusting.

She runs her hand across his chest, fingers barely skimming over the ivory flesh. She drifts the fingers down, running over the tight plain of her lover's stomach. From below where she is straddling him, Roderich pants out a laugh. "That tickles, love," he murmurs.

She returns the soft smile, dipping in quickly to bestow a peck on already well-kissed lips. Roderich's dark hair is spread out beautifully on the white pillowcase, begging to have fingers run through it, so she does. He leans in to the touch, eyes so full of affection and warmth that her heart aches. The kiss she gives him this time is a bit more heated.

Achingly gentle, her hand trails back up his torso, untangles from his inky hair, and come to rest at his neck. There, tied loosely a little below the prominent Adam's apple Elizaveta loves to lick and nip at, is a length of blue silk.

She pulls back to look at him fully one more time. The warm smile is still fixed on his face, and he whispers a quiet, "It's alright. Please."

She presses her lips once again to those of the man she loves before grabbing the two ends of the strip and pulling.

Aaaand that's my first fill. 8D This prompt was just lovely, and I love these two being in love, so I did my best! I hope OP likes! -scampers away-

8D That was amazing! Thank you very much. I really liked the sensuality and trust to this. And yay, AusHun!

You're very welcome! I'm glad you liked it! =D

I love this! The level of trust between them really shines through here, as does how much they love each other. I'm also a sucker for these two being in love, they're just so cute.

Author!Anon here. They really are just adorable, aren't they? <3 Thank you so much for the comment!

^q^

I've been trying to get into this pairing. Your writing is very focused and yesyesyes you show all the sensuality without going into smut.

Author!Anon. Thank you very much! 8D I doubt I could write any kind of het smut, but I just love these two so much. <3

...What would OP think of an artfill of Tirkey/Greece? It isn't one of the pairings you listed, but they certainly fit under "manly". _{Er... Not sure how trusting they are, though...}

That would be great! I would certainly love to see that.

Potential filler here, does OP mind if I do England/OC male!Singapore? ~~Although I suppose England isn't exactly very manly... (gets shot)~~

I'd be fine with that! Thank you.

England tests the strength of the ropes around his wrists, satisfied that it offers no opportunity for the bonds to come undone.

"If it gets any tighter, you'll get rope burns," a soft contralto voice mutters disapprovingly, causing England to chuckle.

"Singapore," the sandy blonde smiles, emerald eyes shining. "You worry too much."

"Perhaps," Singapore replies, straddling the other nation. He leans forward and kisses the blonde before he can make another sound, soft lips pressing gently against slightly chapped ones.

England closes his eyes, surrendering to the moment. He moans softly, lips parting but the kiss grows no deeper.

"Are you sure about this?" Singapore asks, breaking the kiss. His dark brown eyes are almost unreadable beneath his glasses while his palms rest lightly against the blonde's bare chest. England had asked him to remove his spectacles, which the other nation politely refused. It was the only thing that could hide his feelings from the blonde and he was not about to give up his only form of defense against anything that could hurt him again.

"Of course," a lazy smile crosses England's face. "I trust you."

The other nation freezes momentarily above the blonde. "I know," he nods. An awkward silence falls between the two nations as they avoid each others' eyes. Singapore knows that it is too difficult for him to say the same, for insecurity plagues him, day and night, without fail. He cannot get over how England left him during the Second World War nor can he forget how painful the ordeal was. Despite the blonde's return and his constant reassurance that he isn't going to leave him, he knows that the emerald eyed man's words are merely words. He cannot rely on him any longer, he has to learn to defend himself. The realisation he acquired after the war pierced his heart as England held him in his arms, kissing his forehead, telling him that his nightmare was over on the day of his return. The brunette's eyes narrow slightly as he replays the moment in his mind.

"Singapore?" England's gentle, lilting voice awakens the other nation from his reverie.

"I'm sorry," the brunette apologises hastily as his fingers ghost over the blonde's jaw. His thumb brushes across his adam's apple, tracing circles against the sensitive skin until he reaches the silk cord tied loosely around the emerald eyed man's neck.

It is definitely something out of the ordinary. Singapore is accustomed to the other nation taking the lead, dominating him completely and has never given much thought as to how and why it was the case. England relinquishing his control thus came as a surprise to the brunette, given how it is a time when he is slowly starting to fight for his independence.

Singapore tugs lightly at the cord, admiring how it looks against England's neck. It seems strange, uncomfortable even yet for some inexplicable reason, seeing the black silk cord adorn England's masculine neck arouses an odd sense of satisfaction within the brunette... He tugs harder and England's breath hitches as the cord winds tighter around his neck. Just as he slips into the darkness, the other nation lets go and his eyes flutter open.

"Again," England whispers with half lidded eyes and Singapore nods, complying, pulling at the cord with more force. The blonde revels in his loss of control under the brunette as he tugs at the cord with varying degrees of intensity. He relishes the almost frightening sense of helplessness that overwhelms him and knowing that every time, he will return to hearing the other nation's quiet, steady breathing above him after he sends him spiraling into the blackness comforts him, for each time he loses himself, he forgets about pain, he forgets and forgets.

When England opens his eyes once more, he finds that the bonds around his wrists have come lose and that Singapore's eyes are a shade darker than usual, looking intently at him. The blonde smiles as his hands slips past the ropes that once bound them together and rests his palm on Singapore's cheek, stroking lightly. He reaches for the brunette's spectacles and reluctantly, he lets him remove them. The silk cord comes undone and finds its way beside the brunette's discarded glasses. Silently, clothes are shed and this time, Singapore lies beneath England. He doesn't protest but now that he knows how it is like to dominate, something within him can hardly wait to do it again. England knows what he has awakened within his colony as he brushes a stray lock of hair away from the brunette's face. Some part of him welcomes it while another cannot bear to let go. But for now, it is of little importance.

England smiles as he kisses Singapore chastely on the lips and slowly, it develops into one inflamed with need. In the back of his mind, England throws out thoughts of he future and of the past. Because for now, it doesn't matter. All he has to do is to live in the moment and savour it and that is exactly what he intends to do.

Singapore's arms entwine themselves around England's neck, pulling him closer and wordlessly, they make love.

hope you liked it! uhhhh its set in the 1950s, after wwii. singapore's scared of trusting england cos he surrendered him to the japanese in wwii and didn't quite manage to protect him, so yup.

You worked in Singapore's trust issues and their semi-shaky relationship very well! And the whole fic was sensual and beautiful. :D

Hetalia Kink meme part 15

Any/Any Breathplay with a silk cord

Breathless 1/1

OP

Author!Anon

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OP

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hold your breath

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