Established USUK - Roleplaying as strangers
anonymous
April 23 2011, 22:26:07 UTC
America and England are in a established, happy relationship and decide to play the "meet a stranger" game. Basically, each other act as strangers in a bar (pub, disco or any other location) and have to pick each other up and act like this is a one-night stand with some unknown person. Smut is very appreciated.
Bonus One: They tease each other by flirting with other people too. Bonus Two: England is really popular with guys, much to America's dismay Bonus Three: Dirty sex in a back alley/car/hotel
I Know who I Want to Take me Home (1/8)
anonymous
April 24 2011, 21:11:58 UTC
Author!Anon had far too much fun with this. I like writing characters pretending to be other people more than is healthy. Kind of funny: the entirety of both England and America's characters ended up based off of bonus 2 about England being popular with the guys, much to America's dismay. Very long oneshot is very long for a oneshot 0_o
Anyway, Happy Easter: have some porn. I hope it’s what OP!Anon wanted.
America scanned the crowd again and checked his watch for the twentieth time that evening. Dammit, England was supposed to be here by now. He was never late. Never. Hell, America had rushed to get ready so that he'd be able to be at the club when England would show up half an hour early. And here he was, on his third rum and coke (thank god for the fake IDs the fudged his age upwards), and starting to feel as though he'd been stood up.
"You waiting for someone, sir?" The bartender asked.
"No-" America said too hastily, "No one at all!"
"Alright," the bartender said, most likely not believing him but also probably tired of hearing sob
( ... )
I Know who I Want to Take me Home (2/8)
anonymous
April 24 2011, 21:13:35 UTC
And more men just kept coming over! America scowled. His lover had what, twelve guys around him now? Thirteen? Yeah, England was hot, but seriously? It must be the accent. Chicks for sure flipped for a British accent, maybe gay guys did too. Or maybe it was that England was smiling and carefree for once. America had to admit, as cute as his boyfriend was all flustered and pouty, there was something about his smile that was absolutely gorgeous.
As dictated by Murphy's Law, that was the moment that England opened his big green eyes and looked directly at America. He closed his mouth and just stared for a moment, but then a smirk crept onto his face and he walked towards the bar, shooing away any of his posse that tried to follow him.
America turned back around and looked purposefully away. As England got very close the younger nation could smell a very not-England-y cologne. It was musky, but kind of sweet at the same time: something he'd expect from France. However, there was something about the way that it blended with England's own
( ... )
Re: I Know who I Want to Take me Home (3/8)
anonymous
April 24 2011, 21:15:21 UTC
"My name's James. I come from the West End of London, and I always wished that I was from somewhere else so that all the times I went abroad I could laugh at the looks on people's faces when they realized that there was more to Britain than just London."
America had to suppress a laugh as he remembered all the times that the smaller nation had flipped out when people heard that he was from Britain and asked him questions like "what part of London are you from?" There was one time in particular that America could remember where this poor girl had faked knowing about British culture to try to pick him up. Her therapy and hospital bills probably ended up costing the feds more than all the fast food America had ever eaten.
America saw England's suave smile twitch a little bit upwards, threatening to become a self-assured smirk. Dammit, this wasn't good. He was gonna break character if this kept up. He had to come up with something to annoy England and fast.
His brain was reeling as England rattled off more about his imaginary life in London
( ... )
I Know who I Want to Take me Home (4/8)
anonymous
April 24 2011, 21:16:05 UTC
"Well, let's forget him tonight, shall we?" He asked, leaning closer to America.
"I thought you were supposed to be a gentleman."
"I never said that." England said, raising an eyebrow.
Oh, like Hell he was going down that easy. "Well you're from West End, right?" America asked, recovering easily, "That's where the rich people live, right."
"That's true, I suppose. However, I was simply asking if you'd like to dance for a while."
"Sounds nice," America said, standing up and allowing England to lead him into the forest of bodies that covered the dance floor.
Sure, he could have fought for a lot longer, but since tonight was supposed to end in a "one night stand" they'd have to get to the romancing eventually. Besides, everyone knew that England sucked at dancing. This would be a lot of fun, especially since "James" seemed like the type to lead. However, to his dismay, England pulled it off. It helped that he claimed that a lot of random movements were the hottest moves back in the UK. America couldn't help but laugh at him. England blushed,
( ... )
I Know who I Want to Take me Home (5/8)
anonymous
April 24 2011, 21:18:00 UTC
America wrapped his arms around the Briton and pulled him towards the bed. Once he felt the back of his knees butting up against the mattress he fell backwards, bringing England down on top of him. Typically they'd fight for dominance even if they were planning on diabetes-inducing lovemaking, but America had the feeling that his character was just more inclined to take a submissive role to England's this time.
The older nation kicked off his shoes and the pair wriggled and crawled until they had America's head nestled in the pillows and both of them fully on the bed. Once England could be sure that his lover was comfortable, he started to slide down his body, leaving a trail of kisses and love-bites. However, he stopped when he got to his nipples.
"How do you like it, love?" Oh, that's right; they'd never cleared up how they wanted to do it. Dammit, of all the things to have forgotten when they were planning this morning…
America supposed it didn't really matter and winked at him, "How d'ya want it?"
I Know who I Want to Take me Home (6/8)
anonymous
April 24 2011, 21:20:00 UTC
"Good boy," England said, reaching down to start to pull his skinny jeans off.
"Hey, I wanted to do that," America said, circling his own entrance.
"It takes practice to get someone out of these trousers," England said, gripping his waistband.
Wasn't that the truth? Back in the '70s, when England had picked up a habit of dying his hair traffic-light green and wearing painted-on leather pants, every time they had sex for the first year or so America had to try to wrestle them off of him while the older nation just sat back and laughed at him. It almost made America smile fondly, but he remembered just in time that Will wouldn't respond like that.
"Come on, honey," America said, "You got to strip me."
"Yes, well you wore normal blue jeans."
"Ja-ames," America whined. He blushed as he realized he had used the same pattern as when he was trying to convince England to do something.
The green-eyed nation smirked back, "Aren't you supposed to be preparing yourself, love?"
America rolled his eyes and slipped one finger inside. He slid the digit
( ... )
I Know who I Want to Take me Home (8/8)
anonymous
April 24 2011, 21:23:03 UTC
"So," he said, rolling off and plopping down next to his lover, "Black hair, huh?"
England shrugged, "I wanted to try something new. Do you like it?"
"It's different, I gotta say."
"Yes, but is that a good different, or a bad one?" England asked, scowling at him.
"…I sorta wanna refuse to answer so that you get all pissy."
"If you do that-"
"Nah, it's okay. I like the color on James," America said, not particularly in the mood to fight when he felt so spent. He lifted a hand and lazily ran it through the locks, "But my England is blond."
England blushed but instead of commenting on it said, "Oh lovely, you rubbed the hand with come all over it through my hair."
America looked at his fingers, "Oh yeah. Sorry about that…"
England shrugged, "Oh well, it's not the first time. But now we need to take a shower."
America grinned. He'd said "we." "Awesome! Can we just lay here for a while, though? If we're gonna have super awesome shower sex, we're gonna need to recharge a little."
England rolled his eyes, "I don't know how much you're going to want sex
( ... )
A!A this is brilliant! I loved it. It was everything I wanted it to be. I love America's POV and I think you got it just right. The part about England being super popular made me smile: jealous America and sexy England are some of my favourite things ever.
I really liked the parts about "British" accent and how people seem to think that London is the only thing in the island.
England's commitment to the role (his backstory, the new look) was totally adorable: I can see England being super duper serious about everything he does. And go him for not slipping out of character when America started telling him about his ex! I LOL'd.
Black-haired England must be stunning with those green eyes he has but I loved America's "But my England is blond." It was really sweet ♥
The last part with all their fooling around and banter was great and SO IC!
I loved everything about this fill. Thank you so much, anon!
A!A is blushing more nao
anonymous
April 25 2011, 03:01:00 UTC
Daaaaaw! Thank you so much, both for the opportunity to do this and the sweet comment ^///^
Yeah, that whole "Typical American view of Britain" thing bugs me a lot, because really what I love about the country is really all the parts that aren't what we see every day on TV and the posh accent is one of the less sexy ones out there (I actually prefer a real London accent any day~ <3
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Sadistic!Anon is laughing. I'm a terrible person, aren't I? It's just too much fun to be a tease :P
Oh, that sounds like fun. I have the feeling that they'd both end up laughing at each other and goofing off instead of messing around, but maybe it would just lead to really happy sex? IDK
Bonus One: They tease each other by flirting with other people too.
Bonus Two: England is really popular with guys, much to America's dismay
Bonus Three: Dirty sex in a back alley/car/hotel
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Author!Anon had far too much fun with this. I like writing characters pretending to be other people more than is healthy. Kind of funny: the entirety of both England and America's characters ended up based off of bonus 2 about England being popular with the guys, much to America's dismay. Very long oneshot is very long for a oneshot 0_o
Anyway, Happy Easter: have some porn. I hope it’s what OP!Anon wanted.
America scanned the crowd again and checked his watch for the twentieth time that evening. Dammit, England was supposed to be here by now. He was never late. Never. Hell, America had rushed to get ready so that he'd be able to be at the club when England would show up half an hour early. And here he was, on his third rum and coke (thank god for the fake IDs the fudged his age upwards), and starting to feel as though he'd been stood up.
"You waiting for someone, sir?" The bartender asked.
"No-" America said too hastily, "No one at all!"
"Alright," the bartender said, most likely not believing him but also probably tired of hearing sob ( ... )
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And more men just kept coming over! America scowled. His lover had what, twelve guys around him now? Thirteen? Yeah, England was hot, but seriously? It must be the accent. Chicks for sure flipped for a British accent, maybe gay guys did too. Or maybe it was that England was smiling and carefree for once. America had to admit, as cute as his boyfriend was all flustered and pouty, there was something about his smile that was absolutely gorgeous.
As dictated by Murphy's Law, that was the moment that England opened his big green eyes and looked directly at America. He closed his mouth and just stared for a moment, but then a smirk crept onto his face and he walked towards the bar, shooing away any of his posse that tried to follow him.
America turned back around and looked purposefully away. As England got very close the younger nation could smell a very not-England-y cologne. It was musky, but kind of sweet at the same time: something he'd expect from France. However, there was something about the way that it blended with England's own ( ... )
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"My name's James. I come from the West End of London, and I always wished that I was from somewhere else so that all the times I went abroad I could laugh at the looks on people's faces when they realized that there was more to Britain than just London."
America had to suppress a laugh as he remembered all the times that the smaller nation had flipped out when people heard that he was from Britain and asked him questions like "what part of London are you from?" There was one time in particular that America could remember where this poor girl had faked knowing about British culture to try to pick him up. Her therapy and hospital bills probably ended up costing the feds more than all the fast food America had ever eaten.
America saw England's suave smile twitch a little bit upwards, threatening to become a self-assured smirk. Dammit, this wasn't good. He was gonna break character if this kept up. He had to come up with something to annoy England and fast.
His brain was reeling as England rattled off more about his imaginary life in London ( ... )
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"Well, let's forget him tonight, shall we?" He asked, leaning closer to America.
"I thought you were supposed to be a gentleman."
"I never said that." England said, raising an eyebrow.
Oh, like Hell he was going down that easy. "Well you're from West End, right?" America asked, recovering easily, "That's where the rich people live, right."
"That's true, I suppose. However, I was simply asking if you'd like to dance for a while."
"Sounds nice," America said, standing up and allowing England to lead him into the forest of bodies that covered the dance floor.
Sure, he could have fought for a lot longer, but since tonight was supposed to end in a "one night stand" they'd have to get to the romancing eventually. Besides, everyone knew that England sucked at dancing. This would be a lot of fun, especially since "James" seemed like the type to lead. However, to his dismay, England pulled it off. It helped that he claimed that a lot of random movements were the hottest moves back in the UK. America couldn't help but laugh at him. England blushed, ( ... )
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America wrapped his arms around the Briton and pulled him towards the bed. Once he felt the back of his knees butting up against the mattress he fell backwards, bringing England down on top of him. Typically they'd fight for dominance even if they were planning on diabetes-inducing lovemaking, but America had the feeling that his character was just more inclined to take a submissive role to England's this time.
The older nation kicked off his shoes and the pair wriggled and crawled until they had America's head nestled in the pillows and both of them fully on the bed. Once England could be sure that his lover was comfortable, he started to slide down his body, leaving a trail of kisses and love-bites. However, he stopped when he got to his nipples.
"How do you like it, love?" Oh, that's right; they'd never cleared up how they wanted to do it. Dammit, of all the things to have forgotten when they were planning this morning…
America supposed it didn't really matter and winked at him, "How d'ya want it?"
"Like this," England said, biting on ( ... )
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"Good boy," England said, reaching down to start to pull his skinny jeans off.
"Hey, I wanted to do that," America said, circling his own entrance.
"It takes practice to get someone out of these trousers," England said, gripping his waistband.
Wasn't that the truth? Back in the '70s, when England had picked up a habit of dying his hair traffic-light green and wearing painted-on leather pants, every time they had sex for the first year or so America had to try to wrestle them off of him while the older nation just sat back and laughed at him. It almost made America smile fondly, but he remembered just in time that Will wouldn't respond like that.
"Come on, honey," America said, "You got to strip me."
"Yes, well you wore normal blue jeans."
"Ja-ames," America whined. He blushed as he realized he had used the same pattern as when he was trying to convince England to do something.
The green-eyed nation smirked back, "Aren't you supposed to be preparing yourself, love?"
America rolled his eyes and slipped one finger inside. He slid the digit ( ... )
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England glared down at him, "You Americans really have no idea of how to savor things, do you?"
"It's more that you Brits have no idea of how to have fun," America said, grinning, "Now come on, don't make me ride you."
But then England did something he hadn't been expecting. He stopped and pulled out.
"What's that about?" America asked.
"I think I rather like the idea," England said, rolling the two of them over.
"But I-"
"I'm not doing a good enough job? Then do it yourself."
"Stop being a little bitch and do me already!"
"Will," England said, looking at him lustfully.
"Yeah?"
"Do you want to know a secret?"
America rolled his eyes, "Sure."
"We Brits think that Americans are sexy," He leaned up so that he was right next to America's ear, "And do you know which Americans we really like?"
The blond couldn't help but shiver. Oh, he knew where England was going with this, but he still said, "No."
England chuckled, "Cowboys," And then licked his ear.
America groaned. Well, how could he say no to that? He sat up and carefully lowered himself onto ( ... )
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"So," he said, rolling off and plopping down next to his lover, "Black hair, huh?"
England shrugged, "I wanted to try something new. Do you like it?"
"It's different, I gotta say."
"Yes, but is that a good different, or a bad one?" England asked, scowling at him.
"…I sorta wanna refuse to answer so that you get all pissy."
"If you do that-"
"Nah, it's okay. I like the color on James," America said, not particularly in the mood to fight when he felt so spent. He lifted a hand and lazily ran it through the locks, "But my England is blond."
England blushed but instead of commenting on it said, "Oh lovely, you rubbed the hand with come all over it through my hair."
America looked at his fingers, "Oh yeah. Sorry about that…"
England shrugged, "Oh well, it's not the first time. But now we need to take a shower."
America grinned. He'd said "we." "Awesome! Can we just lay here for a while, though? If we're gonna have super awesome shower sex, we're gonna need to recharge a little."
England rolled his eyes, "I don't know how much you're going to want sex ( ... )
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I really liked the parts about "British" accent and how people seem to think that London is the only thing in the island.
England's commitment to the role (his backstory, the new look) was totally adorable: I can see England being super duper serious about everything he does. And go him for not slipping out of character when America started telling him about his ex! I LOL'd.
Black-haired England must be stunning with those green eyes he has but I loved America's "But my England is blond." It was really sweet ♥
The last part with all their fooling around and banter was great and SO IC!
I loved everything about this fill. Thank you so much, anon!
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Yeah, that whole "Typical American view of Britain" thing bugs me a lot, because really what I love about the country is really all the parts that aren't what we see every day on TV and the posh accent is one of the less sexy ones out there (I actually prefer a real London accent any day~ <3 ( ... )
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HOT
You got me wet, author!anon. Good job. Just, wow. Needing a cold shower...
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Their next roleplay is going to be America pretending to be Arthur or British man, while England pretend to be Alfred or American.
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Oh, that sounds like fun. I have the feeling that they'd both end up laughing at each other and goofing off instead of messing around, but maybe it would just lead to really happy sex? IDK
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