time travel? modern!US/pirate!UK
anonymous
July 18 2010, 13:12:26 UTC
In that order. Pirate!UK somehow winds up in America's house. Things escalate enough for them to decide to have sex, and pirate!UK gets ready to top like it's the most natural thing to do. The cockiness pisses America off, who is used to constantly communicating what he wants in his relationship with present!UK. They fight tooth and nail until America pushes the pirate off and proceeds to teach him the modern ways of...doing things. Or something. Colorful language and rough sex encouraged.
Actually, I wouldn't mind AUs or any other scenarios as long as the smut happens in that order. I don't care if it's cooler to request seme!UK. I need a dose of badass!England on bottom, and maybe America does to.
bonus: America uses modern technology to throw pirate!UK off. bonus ii: voyeur!France and/or voyeur!Spain who may join for a threesome and/or DP. bonus iii: Pirate!UK goes back to his time with extreme soreness and takes it out on France and/or Spain of his own timeline.
Eat Your Heart Out [1/?]
anonymous
July 22 2010, 04:38:22 UTC
Fail!fill is fail, sorry ; ;
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Arthur wanted a meal.
Preferably something muscular, a man whose long, powerful body would serve him well as he took him. Arthur would hold him down, take his fill and do him hard. Take him deep, making him give up his everything to Arthur. Arthur would push him to exhaustion, beyond rational thought. All those wonderful muscles would be taut and slick as Arthur took him with single-minded urgency, turning him into a fierce, beautiful rutting animal. Just imagining it made heat shimmer over Arthur’s skin. As he gazed out the window of the carriage, his lips parted, his tongue caressing the back of his teeth as if he could already taste him.
He missed taking alpha males. Arthur enjoyed the fight, their resistance, the sweet taste of heated blood. The perception, if only for a second, that the hunt would be a challenge. A man like him didn’t survive by being ruled by his compulsions, but his bed had been empty for too long now, and he was feeling reckless enough to satisfy his heart’s desire tonight.
After endless months in the sea, a tasty meal was the least he deserved.
“Sir, we are ready to go.”
Slouched in his seat, legs crossed and chin resting on the palm of his hand, Arthur raised his gaze to the man who’d spoken. The man quaked, and Arthur smiled. Shooing him away with a wave of his gloved hand, he said, “If you are worth the gold I paid for you, you should know to go already. I tire of this weather.”
Bobbing his head, the man gulped. “Yes, sir. Right away sir.” With a last bow, he retreated. Seconds later, the carriage began to move, Arthur’s men following after it; heavy bags of gold and endless treasure chimed with every step their horses took.
Grinning, Arthur stretched his arms above his head. Satisfaction curled low in his belly, the taste of adventure still sweet on his tongue. Everything had been going so well for him ever since the Queen thought to sick them on those Spaniard fools. If Arthur had loved her before, he loved her even more now. Long live the Virgin Queen, every privateers’ darling lady love.
The house that awaited him was recently purchased, a wonderful master piece by some famous artisan Arthur didn’t care to remember; they were all the same to him, an artist of a different kind. Not that many appreciated his talents-specially that lovely young naval officer he’d encountered not too long ago, with delicious dark skin and fiery green eyes-but ah, to each their own.
He frowned when the carriage came to a stop. Displeasure made him narrow his eyes. Kicking the carriage door open, he opened his mouth-only to duck and reach for the sword at his hip, plunging it deep into his attacker’s gut.
Traveling at night had apparently not been a very good idea.
Cursing his men, Arthur promptly kicked the attacker’s face with the heel of his boot. Pushing the limp body out of his way, he sighed when he saw the state of his crew. They were a wonderful crew, outstanding and loyal above all else. Arthur loved them dearly, truly he did. There was no crew out there that could ever hope to match his, but they were like mermaids learning to walk when on land.
Slashing another man's throat open, he ground his molars together.
Eat Your Heart Out [2/?]
anonymous
July 22 2010, 04:42:05 UTC
So much for spending a night with a lovely delicacy. Arthur was quite ready to call it quits on his quest and simply go home, unsatisfied and craving for more. Nothing could ruin a man’s appetite quite like having his loot stolen.
And then, a ray of hope.
The thieves-for they were obviously after Arthur’s riches-had been swift, their numbers considerable. Despite their foolish decision to launch an attack on him of all people, their commitment had bordered on fanatical, making them dangerous. The day might not have gone in Arthur’s favor if a young man had not charged out of the darkness still shimmering with the day’s heat, his bloodcurdling battle cry reminding Arthur of the savages from the East.
When the clash of weapons and the spilling of blood was over, the young man had turned the tide against the attack. A broad smile adorned his dirty face, and he shook hands with Arthur’s second in command heartily, helping him up. Both men laughed, having bonded after fighting back to back. The sight caused a flicker of wariness in Arthur; his men did not hand their trust over so easily, specially not to strangers, no matter how much men he’d killed in their captain’s favor.
Arthur wiped a smear of blood off his pale cheek and traced the young man’s form with half-lidded eyes.
His uniform was messy and bloodied from the battle, but a naval man he was. A loyal dog of the Queen. Arthur may have a pleasant relationship with her highness, but her men were a different case altogether.
For that reason alone, Arthur knew he should have shot the man on the spot.
However, he didn’t. In fact, Arthur brushed away the warning to do so the way he’d impatiently push a cobweb aside as he passed into a darker, deeper cave where the unknown-possibly treasure-awaited him. This man had aided him, and pirate or no pirate, Arthur had his dignity. A reward would be in good use to repay the man for his services.
That and-
His body was a feast. And absolute feast.
“I wish to thank him,” Arthur commanded his men, sliding his sullied gloves off. He wiped the blade of his sword on the black silk, seeing his smiling reflection on the shining metal. “Bring him to me.”
Perhaps the night was not yet lost.
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/hides in shame
I hope this is close to what the OP wanted. I apologize for the fail ; ; More will come later when I update my gazillion of other fills, promise. For now, I must return to the evil that is math camp /sobs
Re: Eat Your Heart Out [2/?]
anonymous
July 22 2010, 21:52:38 UTC
Talk about a good meal - Arthur's DELICIOUS. *licks lips* So fucking hottttttt, how do you write him so absolutely smoking? And Al! ALFRED IN ROYAL NAVY UNIFORM? Hnnnnng......*pants* Tell me he has that cute little ponytail thing.
THIS thisthisthisthis!!! Close to what I wanted? It's so much more than that, I absolutely love you for it!!! <333 I never thought I'd live to see the day this get filled, seeing how popular badass!UKxUS is, but YOU YOU AFkeajfejhk *incoherent*
Both Arthur and Alfred sound terribly smoking hot, I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE SMUT. ;_; Arthur narrating and beating the crap out of thieves was so delicious you have me fangirling like Hungary and Japan, anon, I hope you're happy.
Whut math camp? I am so sorry. DD; I'd rescue you from the evil if I could. TELL ME WHERE IT IS, I'LL BUST YOU OUTTA THERE.
and I think I know who you are, anon, or at least what your other fills might be
Re: Author!Anon
anonymous
July 23 2010, 18:16:57 UTC
Yeah, badass!UKxUS is some delicious stuff, but it's even hotter to switch it up once in a while! :D (Thank you so much for making it happen!!)
Er, I can't pinpoint exactly who you are, don't worry;; Just have a few ideas of what other fills you might be working on, but I won't reveal them I promise. xDD
Actually, I wouldn't mind AUs or any other scenarios as long as the smut happens in that order. I don't care if it's cooler to request seme!UK. I need a dose of badass!England on bottom, and maybe America does to.
Potential source of inspiration:
http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=11209726
For those without pixiv accounts:
http://i760.photobucket.com/albums/xx246/starfall_43/comic1.jpg
http://i760.photobucket.com/albums/xx246/starfall_43/comic2.jpg
http://i760.photobucket.com/albums/xx246/starfall_43/comic3.jpg
http://i760.photobucket.com/albums/xx246/starfall_43/comic4.jpg
bonus: America uses modern technology to throw pirate!UK off.
bonus ii: voyeur!France and/or voyeur!Spain who may join for a threesome and/or DP.
bonus iii: Pirate!UK goes back to his time with extreme soreness and takes it out on France and/or Spain of his own timeline.
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Arthur wanted a meal.
Preferably something muscular, a man whose long, powerful body would serve him well as he took him. Arthur would hold him down, take his fill and do him hard. Take him deep, making him give up his everything to Arthur. Arthur would push him to exhaustion, beyond rational thought. All those wonderful muscles would be taut and slick as Arthur took him with single-minded urgency, turning him into a fierce, beautiful rutting animal. Just imagining it made heat shimmer over Arthur’s skin. As he gazed out the window of the carriage, his lips parted, his tongue caressing the back of his teeth as if he could already taste him.
He missed taking alpha males. Arthur enjoyed the fight, their resistance, the sweet taste of heated blood. The perception, if only for a second, that the hunt would be a challenge. A man like him didn’t survive by being ruled by his compulsions, but his bed had been empty for too long now, and he was feeling reckless enough to satisfy his heart’s desire tonight.
After endless months in the sea, a tasty meal was the least he deserved.
“Sir, we are ready to go.”
Slouched in his seat, legs crossed and chin resting on the palm of his hand, Arthur raised his gaze to the man who’d spoken. The man quaked, and Arthur smiled. Shooing him away with a wave of his gloved hand, he said, “If you are worth the gold I paid for you, you should know to go already. I tire of this weather.”
Bobbing his head, the man gulped. “Yes, sir. Right away sir.” With a last bow, he retreated. Seconds later, the carriage began to move, Arthur’s men following after it; heavy bags of gold and endless treasure chimed with every step their horses took.
Grinning, Arthur stretched his arms above his head. Satisfaction curled low in his belly, the taste of adventure still sweet on his tongue. Everything had been going so well for him ever since the Queen thought to sick them on those Spaniard fools. If Arthur had loved her before, he loved her even more now. Long live the Virgin Queen, every privateers’ darling lady love.
The house that awaited him was recently purchased, a wonderful master piece by some famous artisan Arthur didn’t care to remember; they were all the same to him, an artist of a different kind. Not that many appreciated his talents-specially that lovely young naval officer he’d encountered not too long ago, with delicious dark skin and fiery green eyes-but ah, to each their own.
He frowned when the carriage came to a stop. Displeasure made him narrow his eyes. Kicking the carriage door open, he opened his mouth-only to duck and reach for the sword at his hip, plunging it deep into his attacker’s gut.
Traveling at night had apparently not been a very good idea.
Cursing his men, Arthur promptly kicked the attacker’s face with the heel of his boot. Pushing the limp body out of his way, he sighed when he saw the state of his crew. They were a wonderful crew, outstanding and loyal above all else. Arthur loved them dearly, truly he did. There was no crew out there that could ever hope to match his, but they were like mermaids learning to walk when on land.
Slashing another man's throat open, he ground his molars together.
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And then, a ray of hope.
The thieves-for they were obviously after Arthur’s riches-had been swift, their numbers considerable. Despite their foolish decision to launch an attack on him of all people, their commitment had bordered on fanatical, making them dangerous. The day might not have gone in Arthur’s favor if a young man had not charged out of the darkness still shimmering with the day’s heat, his bloodcurdling battle cry reminding Arthur of the savages from the East.
When the clash of weapons and the spilling of blood was over, the young man had turned the tide against the attack. A broad smile adorned his dirty face, and he shook hands with Arthur’s second in command heartily, helping him up. Both men laughed, having bonded after fighting back to back. The sight caused a flicker of wariness in Arthur; his men did not hand their trust over so easily, specially not to strangers, no matter how much men he’d killed in their captain’s favor.
Arthur wiped a smear of blood off his pale cheek and traced the young man’s form with half-lidded eyes.
His uniform was messy and bloodied from the battle, but a naval man he was. A loyal dog of the Queen. Arthur may have a pleasant relationship with her highness, but her men were a different case altogether.
For that reason alone, Arthur knew he should have shot the man on the spot.
However, he didn’t. In fact, Arthur brushed away the warning to do so the way he’d impatiently push a cobweb aside as he passed into a darker, deeper cave where the unknown-possibly treasure-awaited him. This man had aided him, and pirate or no pirate, Arthur had his dignity. A reward would be in good use to repay the man for his services.
That and-
His body was a feast. And absolute feast.
“I wish to thank him,” Arthur commanded his men, sliding his sullied gloves off. He wiped the blade of his sword on the black silk, seeing his smiling reflection on the shining metal. “Bring him to me.”
Perhaps the night was not yet lost.
---
/hides in shame
I hope this is close to what the OP wanted. I apologize for the fail ; ; More will come later when I update my gazillion of other fills, promise. For now, I must return to the evil that is math camp /sobs
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this is the sexiest pirate!Arthur I've read in a while. ILU, anon <3 Moar plz.
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Great job, anon, I'm waiting for more :)
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*cheers you on*
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Both Arthur and Alfred sound terribly smoking hot, I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE SMUT. ;_; Arthur narrating and beating the crap out of thieves was so delicious you have me fangirling like Hungary and Japan, anon, I hope you're happy.
Whut math camp? I am so sorry. DD; I'd rescue you from the evil if I could. TELL ME WHERE IT IS, I'LL BUST YOU OUTTA THERE.
and I think I know who you are, anon, or at least what your other fills might be
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EH EHEH hdh Dx Dx
I...really hope you don't know who I am; I never want to be de-anon ; ;
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Er, I can't pinpoint exactly who you are, don't worry;; Just have a few ideas of what other fills you might be working on, but I won't reveal them I promise. xDD
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