genderbent! F/A/C/E request with lots of orgy sex! boy/boy, girl/girl, boy/girl!
anonymous
March 30 2010, 13:11:24 UTC
I love me some FACE, but this time, England and France are genderbent. They demand that the boys sleep together and they get to watch and direct. The boys have each other (preferably seme!Canada), and then have their mentors.
-England and France are in bed 'having fun' when France (who's kinky as hellXD) gets the idea of including the boys (yay for extra lesbian sex? ^^) -The boys are teenagers (set before the American Revolution). -Lots of fantasizing about their youth, innocent eyes, etc? Make sure to remark that they are young women but they are boys -England and France direct them through the entire experience (what they do to each other and to them) -After AmericaxEngland and CanadaxFrance, they change partners and France rides America//Canada enters England veeery carefully
Bonus?. England and France have a bet on who will top of the two of them, and Canada naturally gets on top of America
I prefer Marianne for fem!France's name ^^
someone's bound to notice where this comes from xD
I Have Seen Them Gentle [4/?]
anonymous
April 6 2010, 18:02:37 UTC
“Really, Alfred,” Arturia says with a snort. “It’s a kiss. It’s something grownups do sometimes to people they like - like I did with you when you were a wee one, remember?”
“B-but it wasn’t like that!” Alfred says, his voice high but curious, stepping out from shock. “I mean - you never kissed me like -”
Marianne cannot help herself; she leans forward, her fingertips over her mouth, and laughs, her bare shoulders shaking with the effort of staying ladylike. Matthew watches her with flushed cheeks and an open mouth - oh, he has such a beautiful mouth, they both do.
“Oh, oh, Alfred, do not look like that,” Marianne says, reaching across the table to pat Alfred’s tight fist. “I was not laughing at you, my dear, it’s just - oh! You are adorable, both of you,” she says. Matthew flushes and ducks his head; Marianne shifts her focus like water pouring down a waterfall, reaching out to take Alfred’s face in her hands
( ... )
I lol't at how devious Marianne is but how incredibly kinky (just repressed) Arturia is, she got into the game quickly and wellXD Poor Alfred, you don't know what's coming. I loved his eager and determined atittude about this, so very...AlfredXD. Wow, the women are stringing them along rather well, can't wait to see what comes of their proposition, hehe. I wonder if Matt already suspects where this is going? Your descriptions, again ♥ The mouths, eyes, gaping at the women's kiss... lesbian kiss is totally the way to go to make teen males do whatever you want, lol
I Have Seen Them Gentle [5/?] (Ignore the above, please
anonymous
April 7 2010, 17:55:57 UTC
Matthew starts back, eyes going even wider, and they are so lovely in the candlelight. “I - b-but -”
“Aw, c’mon, Matt!” Alfred says, leaning over and grabbing his brother’s arm. “Don’t you want a grown-up kiss, too?”
“I - w-well, I -”
Marianne intervenes; she reaches forward with her hands, cupping Matthew’s face and kissing him lightly on the lips. His face feels like a furnace, and his lips taste like a flame. She suppresses her own shiver, leaning back and giving Matthew her biggest, softest eyes. “Please, Matthieu?” she asks, again squeezing her arms so that it pushes her chest out, ducking her head so that her eyes are cast in shadow. “For dear Alfred
( ... )
I Have Seen Them Gentle [6/?]
anonymous
April 9 2010, 00:48:37 UTC
Alfred nods, tilting his head at the same time. Marianne thinks Alfred wants to say something, but then Matthew’s mouth descends upon him again, covering his lips, shy tongue poking in to probe, and oh, her breath can’t escape her chest.
Marianne only sees small flashes of tongue, uncertain, exploring even as they perform. But Matthew is the one to draw Alfred’s tongue from his mouth, curling his own around it. Alfred whimpers, and Marianne grins to herself as Arturia shifts and moans a soft, barely-there sound. The boys don’t hear it, at least.
But Marianne does, and her smile widens as one of her hands travels down Arturia’s front.
“I - what are you - would you stop -”
Matthew and Alfred break their kiss, panting, and through her frustration Marianne thinks the blurred, dazed quality of their eyes is breathtaking.
“What - oh, for heaven’s sake, not you,” she snaps. “I’m talking about this - this who
( ... )
I'm...you've reduced me to behaving like Alfred, like a teen. Unf. So so hot, seriously. How can you write so well? Marianne, you've entirely seduced me, my dear (it amuses me that she has the same allergy to clothes that France does. streaking!Marianne is even more funny than male!France doing it) Wow, those boys. Matt being the one to have control in a subtle way while Alfred is the one Marianne addresses to up things in her plan. Those descriptions of their tongues, lips, eyes, hips...*mindblowed beyond coherent response* Oh, and your Arturia is so so amazingly England, with the grouchiness, incoherency, easily falling into pleasure, barking commands even while this, and of course, arguing with France (I'm sure "arguing with the French" is a national sport somewhere in England hell, ALL OVER England
Alfred's reactions amuse me way too much. Can't wait how he'll react to Arturia disrobbing Marianne...
I Have Seen Them Gentle [7/?]
anonymous
April 10 2010, 13:10:36 UTC
“I - but Alfred, she’s -”
Marianne smiles her Chesire smile and counts down in her head the seconds until Arturia gives in to those big blue eyes, the wetness glinting at the edge of those lovely dark lashes. “Oh, sod off, the lot of you,” Arturia grumbles, finally standing and making her way behind Marianne.
Arturia’s fingers work at the buttons and ribbons binding Marianne’s dress together, and Marianne can practically feel her frowning over one of Marianne’s elegant shoulders. “Who told you to stop?” she snapped. “Well? It’s warm in here, might as well make yourselves more comfortable, hm
( ... )
They demand that the boys sleep together and they get to watch and direct. The boys have each other (preferably seme!Canada), and then have their mentors.
-England and France are in bed 'having fun' when France (who's kinky as hellXD) gets the idea of including the boys (yay for extra lesbian sex? ^^)
-The boys are teenagers (set before the American Revolution).
-Lots of fantasizing about their youth, innocent eyes, etc? Make sure to remark that they are young women but they are boys
-England and France direct them through the entire experience (what they do to each other and to them)
-After AmericaxEngland and CanadaxFrance, they change partners and France rides America//Canada enters England veeery carefully
Bonus?. England and France have a bet on who will top of the two of them, and Canada naturally gets on top of America
I prefer Marianne for fem!France's name ^^
someone's bound to notice where this comes from xD
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Excellent! Since I love writing FrUK, it all works out <3
oh, and every single mention of their established relationship. because roguh lesbian sex is not something you hear about every day ;)
Only thing I have to add to this: World needs moar lesbians.
I'm so thrilled you're enjoying this, OP! <3
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I'd say you're not at ALL bad for a first time yuri writer. :33
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“Kissed Arturia. Yes. Yes I did. Pass the teapot?”
“…What.”
Somehow, this is exactly what I'd expect to happen in this situation, with or without genderswap. Probably even in the present day, frankly. XDb
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“B-but it wasn’t like that!” Alfred says, his voice high but curious, stepping out from shock. “I mean - you never kissed me like -”
Marianne cannot help herself; she leans forward, her fingertips over her mouth, and laughs, her bare shoulders shaking with the effort of staying ladylike. Matthew watches her with flushed cheeks and an open mouth - oh, he has such a beautiful mouth, they both do.
“Oh, oh, Alfred, do not look like that,” Marianne says, reaching across the table to pat Alfred’s tight fist. “I was not laughing at you, my dear, it’s just - oh! You are adorable, both of you,” she says. Matthew flushes and ducks his head; Marianne shifts her focus like water pouring down a waterfall, reaching out to take Alfred’s face in her hands ( ... )
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Poor Alfred, you don't know what's coming. I loved his eager and determined atittude about this, so very...AlfredXD. Wow, the women are stringing them along rather well, can't wait to see what comes of their proposition, hehe. I wonder if Matt already suspects where this is going?
Your descriptions, again ♥ The mouths, eyes, gaping at the women's kiss...
lesbian kiss is totally the way to go to make teen males do whatever you want, lol
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“Aw, c’mon, Matt!” Alfred says, leaning over and grabbing his brother’s arm. “Don’t you want a grown-up kiss, too?”
“I - w-well, I -”
Marianne intervenes; she reaches forward with her hands, cupping Matthew’s face and kissing him lightly on the lips. His face feels like a furnace, and his lips taste like a flame. She suppresses her own shiver, leaning back and giving Matthew her biggest, softest eyes. “Please, Matthieu?” she asks, again squeezing her arms so that it pushes her chest out, ducking her head so that her eyes are cast in shadow. “For dear Alfred ( ... )
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Another kink hit there author!anon
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Marianne only sees small flashes of tongue, uncertain, exploring even as they perform. But Matthew is the one to draw Alfred’s tongue from his mouth, curling his own around it. Alfred whimpers, and Marianne grins to herself as Arturia shifts and moans a soft, barely-there sound. The boys don’t hear it, at least.
But Marianne does, and her smile widens as one of her hands travels down Arturia’s front.
“I - what are you - would you stop -”
Matthew and Alfred break their kiss, panting, and through her frustration Marianne thinks the blurred, dazed quality of their eyes is breathtaking.
“What - oh, for heaven’s sake, not you,” she snaps. “I’m talking about this - this who ( ... )
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Wow, those boys. Matt being the one to have control in a subtle way while Alfred is the one Marianne addresses to up things in her plan. Those descriptions of their tongues, lips, eyes, hips...*mindblowed beyond coherent response*
Oh, and your Arturia is so so amazingly England, with the grouchiness, incoherency, easily falling into pleasure, barking commands even while this, and of course, arguing with France (I'm sure "arguing with the French" is a national sport somewhere in England
hell, ALL OVER England
Alfred's reactions amuse me way too much. Can't wait how he'll react to Arturia disrobbing Marianne...
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I'm so glad I've refound it, though. This is one of the best F/A/C/E fills I've read so far. Keep up the great work!
And good luck juggling all of that. Take care not to stress/wear yourself out, hun ;)
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Marianne smiles her Chesire smile and counts down in her head the seconds until Arturia gives in to those big blue eyes, the wetness glinting at the edge of those lovely dark lashes. “Oh, sod off, the lot of you,” Arturia grumbles, finally standing and making her way behind Marianne.
Arturia’s fingers work at the buttons and ribbons binding Marianne’s dress together, and Marianne can practically feel her frowning over one of Marianne’s elegant shoulders. “Who told you to stop?” she snapped. “Well? It’s warm in here, might as well make yourselves more comfortable, hm ( ... )
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