According to Himaruya, Arthur has a tattoo of a guitar, but, in spite of seeing a considerable amount of *ahem* English countryside in the strips, we haven't seen this tattoo. So, where is it?
Anon would like a story about him getting this tattoo, and why it isn't on a commonly visible area. And perhaps his lover's reaction? I'm partial to UKUS, FrUK or UK/Hungary. No character bashing and no cartoonishly stupid Alfred if he's in it, please.
Considering writing this! But, a couple of things. Novocain isn't used for tattoos to my knowledge? Unless there's something different about dick tattoos that I'm unaware of (but I didn't get any painkiller for my tat, trust me!) And would OP mind if it was from Al's point of view for part? I have an idea that starts out with smut... So, opinions wanted before I continue! :)
((Nsfw, and since OP never answered and I needed something for writers block... ;D Hopefully more tomorrow!))
Alfred moaned as Arthur thrust into him again. It had been quite a while since they’d been together like this, and Alfred suddenly was wondering why. Seriously, Arthur knew what he was doing, top or bottom, and Alfred was really wishing he’d been sober the last time they’d fucked. (Thank whoever that he was now, because this wasn’t something he wanted to forget.) And Arthur didn’t want to forget it either. How often did he have the privilege of having America on his stomach and getting to fuck him into the mattress? Nowhere near often enough. The bed creaked as they moved together, blankets clenched in Alfred’s hands, Alfred’ sweat dampened hips gripped in Arthur’s. The room was hardly quite amidst their grunts and moans, the occasional yelp at a particularly good angle. “Ah- Arthur- Stop for a sec- Seriously man, stop I wanna flip over.” Alfred was given what he wanted, whining a put as Arthur pulled out, but flipping over quickly enough. He lifted his legs, more than ready for Arthur to slide in again, which he was just about to do when, “ What the fuck is that?!” The British nation blinked, following Alfred’s gaze. “My dick. You have one too, you know,” he huffed, holding America still and groaning lightly in pleasure as he slipped back in again, picking up his pace once again. Alfred moaned in response, trying to organize his thoughts despite his own panting. He couldn’t focus on good sex now. Instead, he was leaning up and trying to catch sight of Arthur as he slid in and out of him. Normally the sight would’ve been erotic, but instead…. “There’s a guitar on your dick,” he gasped, not because of surprise but because Arthur had hit his sweet spot head on with said tattooed erection. “So I’m aware,” Arthur panted, groping Alfred’s ass before reaching between them to pump him in hopes of shutting him up. No such luck. “Why- The fuck- Would you let someone… Ohhh…” He trailed off with a pleased groan. He wanted to talk about that, and he wanted to enjoy how roughly Arthur had begun pounding into him. And he couldn’t organize his thoughts well enough to do both. Arthur was relieved whenever Alfred shut up, instead trading rough, sloppy kisses as he moved in and out of that tight heat, both panting and loud by the time they grew close. “Harder-!” Alfred demanded, moaning louder when Arthur gave him just that, thrusting roughly into the nation below him who tried to spread his legs wider to accommodate this. Finally neither could hold out, Alfred coming and Arthur following soon after, both with cries of the other’s name. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- “There’s a tattoo on your dick.” “Is that what you call pillow talk? You’re sorely in need of practice.” “Tattoo. Penis. Lemme see.”
I don't know about OP, but I think this is both hilarious and hot. Pity that it's so short, but for all the lack of quantity it makes up for it in quality. Fantastic, authornon. Since you say there's going to be more, I look forward to it.
Arthur groaned in frustration. Why wouldn’t Alfred just let him relax after sex? “Al- Alfred!” And why did he think that ducking under the blankets and grabbing him would be a good idea. “You can’t even see under there-“
“-What if I gave you a blow job?”
“What? No- I just came. How do you honestly expect me to get hard in a matter of five minutes?”
And just as quickly as Alfred had ducked under the blankets he was throwing them off, leaning over Arthur to tilt the lampshade to better see him. Arthur easily decided this had to be the strangest moments after sex he’d ever dealt with.
“It’s a guitar.”
“Really? Are you quite sure? Because I obviously don’t know what’s been inked on my own body.”
Alfred just rolled his eyes, still inspecting Arthur. It was really a strange thing to watch him do and it was a pity that he couldn’t get hard that fast. Ah well, he would just convince him to give him head later. Maybe some chocolate syrup would be a good negotiator…
“Were you drunk?” Now those bright blues were focused on him instead of between his legs. Such curiosity.
And irritation from the receiving end. “No! You think I’m stupid? Why would I go to a shop dirty enough to tattoo a drunk man? That’s illegal you know.”
“So you were stupid enough to do it sober. Man, why kinda bet did you lose for this?!”
“Would you let go of me and get up here on the pillow. Honestly, it’s as if you’ve never seen a tattoo before.”
“Not on someone’s dick,” Alfred agreed. He could never resist a good cuddling though, so he did get up by the pillows again, happy to note he didn’t even had to ask for Arthur to hold him a little closer. But he wasn’t getting any sleep until he heard this story. “So.”
“So? … Alright. Fine. Who knows how you would’ve reacted if you saw the piercing in.” Now that was just cruel teasing, but Alfred’s expression was aghast, and hilarious.
“Stop laughing! Piercing your ears is one thing, but who puts a needle though their dick?!”
“I could show you why…”
This only earned him a small shove and Alfred scooting away. “Quit being a perv and tell me what you were smoking when you got that done.”
“Unlike the lot of hippies currently residing in your country, I don’t-“
“Shut uuuup,” he laughed, in no way believing it. “Just tell me!”
“Fine, fine. Nosy brat.” Alfred’s indigent huff was ignored as Arthur set off on story time.
Oh my god! Oh.My.God! This! I love this even more now. Are you going to tell the story? Please, tell me you're going to tell the tale, and not just leave it hanging like this. I love this fill so much I don't even. I love Arthur's attitude to Alfred's reactions, and I love Alfred's reactions. More! Please?
Wow! I didn't expect such a good reaction, but no worries, I'm far from done! I couldn't come this far and not explain it all; I'd drive myself crazy if I did! I can't post more right now because I just finished updating one fill and I need some sleep, but hopefully soon!
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England - where's his tattoo?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-09 04:06 am (UTC)(link)Anon would like a story about him getting this tattoo, and why it isn't on a commonly visible area. And perhaps his lover's reaction? I'm partial to UKUS, FrUK or UK/Hungary. No character bashing and no cartoonishly stupid Alfred if he's in it, please.
Bonus: It's on his dick.
Bonus 2: He had it inked without novocaine.
Re: England - where's his tattoo?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-25 11:20 am (UTC)(link)Re: England - where's his tattoo?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-25 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)Tattoo. Penis. Lemme see.
(Anonymous) 2013-04-07 07:17 am (UTC)(link)Alfred moaned as Arthur thrust into him again. It had been quite a while since they’d been together like this, and Alfred suddenly was wondering why. Seriously, Arthur knew what he was doing, top or bottom, and Alfred was really wishing he’d been sober the last time they’d fucked. (Thank whoever that he was now, because this wasn’t something he wanted to forget.)
And Arthur didn’t want to forget it either. How often did he have the privilege of having America on his stomach and getting to fuck him into the mattress? Nowhere near often enough.
The bed creaked as they moved together, blankets clenched in Alfred’s hands, Alfred’ sweat dampened hips gripped in Arthur’s. The room was hardly quite amidst their grunts and moans, the occasional yelp at a particularly good angle. “Ah- Arthur- Stop for a sec- Seriously man, stop I wanna flip over.” Alfred was given what he wanted, whining a put as Arthur pulled out, but flipping over quickly enough. He lifted his legs, more than ready for Arthur to slide in again, which he was just about to do when, “ What the fuck is that?!”
The British nation blinked, following Alfred’s gaze. “My dick. You have one too, you know,” he huffed, holding America still and groaning lightly in pleasure as he slipped back in again, picking up his pace once again.
Alfred moaned in response, trying to organize his thoughts despite his own panting. He couldn’t focus on good sex now. Instead, he was leaning up and trying to catch sight of Arthur as he slid in and out of him. Normally the sight would’ve been erotic, but instead…. “There’s a guitar on your dick,” he gasped, not because of surprise but because Arthur had hit his sweet spot head on with said tattooed erection.
“So I’m aware,” Arthur panted, groping Alfred’s ass before reaching between them to pump him in hopes of shutting him up.
No such luck. “Why- The fuck- Would you let someone… Ohhh…” He trailed off with a pleased groan. He wanted to talk about that, and he wanted to enjoy how roughly Arthur had begun pounding into him. And he couldn’t organize his thoughts well enough to do both.
Arthur was relieved whenever Alfred shut up, instead trading rough, sloppy kisses as he moved in and out of that tight heat, both panting and loud by the time they grew close. “Harder-!” Alfred demanded, moaning louder when Arthur gave him just that, thrusting roughly into the nation below him who tried to spread his legs wider to accommodate this. Finally neither could hold out, Alfred coming and Arthur following soon after, both with cries of the other’s name.
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“There’s a tattoo on your dick.”
“Is that what you call pillow talk? You’re sorely in need of practice.”
“Tattoo. Penis. Lemme see.”
Re: Tattoo. Penis. Lemme see.
(Anonymous) 2013-04-07 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Tattoo. Penis. Lemme see.
(Anonymous) 2013-04-07 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Tattoo. Penis. Lemme see. 2
(Anonymous) 2013-04-08 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)Arthur groaned in frustration. Why wouldn’t Alfred just let him relax after sex? “Al- Alfred!” And why did he think that ducking under the blankets and grabbing him would be a good idea. “You can’t even see under there-“
“-What if I gave you a blow job?”
“What? No- I just came. How do you honestly expect me to get hard in a matter of five minutes?”
And just as quickly as Alfred had ducked under the blankets he was throwing them off, leaning over Arthur to tilt the lampshade to better see him. Arthur easily decided this had to be the strangest moments after sex he’d ever dealt with.
“It’s a guitar.”
“Really? Are you quite sure? Because I obviously don’t know what’s been inked on my own body.”
Alfred just rolled his eyes, still inspecting Arthur. It was really a strange thing to watch him do and it was a pity that he couldn’t get hard that fast. Ah well, he would just convince him to give him head later. Maybe some chocolate syrup would be a good negotiator…
“Were you drunk?” Now those bright blues were focused on him instead of between his legs. Such curiosity.
And irritation from the receiving end. “No! You think I’m stupid? Why would I go to a shop dirty enough to tattoo a drunk man? That’s illegal you know.”
“So you were stupid enough to do it sober. Man, why kinda bet did you lose for this?!”
“Would you let go of me and get up here on the pillow. Honestly, it’s as if you’ve never seen a tattoo before.”
“Not on someone’s dick,” Alfred agreed. He could never resist a good cuddling though, so he did get up by the pillows again, happy to note he didn’t even had to ask for Arthur to hold him a little closer. But he wasn’t getting any sleep until he heard this story. “So.”
“So? … Alright. Fine. Who knows how you would’ve reacted if you saw the piercing in.” Now that was just cruel teasing, but Alfred’s expression was aghast, and hilarious.
“Stop laughing! Piercing your ears is one thing, but who puts a needle though their dick?!”
“I could show you why…”
This only earned him a small shove and Alfred scooting away. “Quit being a perv and tell me what you were smoking when you got that done.”
“Unlike the lot of hippies currently residing in your country, I don’t-“
“Shut uuuup,” he laughed, in no way believing it. “Just tell me!”
“Fine, fine. Nosy brat.” Alfred’s indigent huff was ignored as Arthur set off on story time.
Re: Tattoo. Penis. Lemme see. 2
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