The Historical Smut Meme

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THE SMUT MEME FOR HISTORY NERDS
(aka the historical au smut meme)

Historical fiction is an extremely popular genre, from westerns to high fantasy that is inspired by European history to films set in World War II. With most of the people from all of these eras being either long dead or immortalized by folklore, the settings themselves seem exotic and characters in themselves. The genre also allows modern readers to explore topics from the past.

Historical romance...or erotica, as it most likely is, is a subgenre described by the almighty Wikipedia as "set before World War II." Whatever the case may be, these days, a historical setting can give extra flavor to the usual sex scenes. After all, who wouldn't want to be a pirate getting some booty, a ninja in love with a priest/ess, or a greaser with a little hunka' hunka' burnin' love?

Today, the Hotel is giving its, erm, inhabitants a change of backdrop. Not just one, either. One person might find themselves in Ancient Egypt, another in Spain during the Inquisition. Of course, it wouldn't be fun if they were all themselves; some will think they belong in this time, in this world, while some may know that they're a (wo)man out of time. In fact, that's part of the fun. Whatever the case is, it wouldn't be The Love Hotel without, you guessed it, sex, so these time periods may be a bit more erotically charged .

Just know that, despite the invention of condoms usually not existing where you're going, everything you do is completely safe.

Mostly.

HOW TO PLAY

• Comment with your character, preferences, kinks, etc. You may want to use the form below to help clarify what you want, including whether or not your character is AU'd to the setting or otherwise.
  
  Character Name:
  Age:
  Favorite Time Periods: List a few so people can know what you like.
  AU or Not: What it says.
  Favorite Kinks: Your absolute favorite kinks.
  Yes: Kinks you will do.
  No: Kinks you will not do.
  Short Description of Character: Be it AU or not.
  
  <b>Character Name:</b> <b>Age:</b> <b>Favorite Time Periods:</b> List a few so people can know what you like. <b>AU or Not:</b> What it says. <b>Favorite Kinks:</b> Your absolute favorite kinks. <b>Yes:</b> Kinks you will do. <b>No:</b> Kinks you will not do. <b>Short Description of Character:</b> Be it AU or not.
• Below the cut, there are tons of time periods and settings to choose from. If you are not familiar with one of them, they are easily Googled, but really, feel free to play hard and fast. It's just smut, after all.
• If you don't see something to your tastes, there are even more suggestions here.
  
  

PROMPTS
General

1. Pre-History
2. Mesopotamian
3. Bablyonian
4. Sumerian
5. Aztec Empite
6. Mayan Empire
7. Greek Empire
8. Roman Empire
9. The Middle East
10. Nautical/Pirates
11. Byzantine
12. The Crusades
13. Imperial Russia
14. World War I
15. World War II
16. Korean War

Europe

1. Celts
2. Gothic
3. Vikings
4. Dark Ages
5. Medieval & Middle Ages
6. Renaissance
7. Medieval Ireland
8. Scotland
   1. Wars of Independence
   2. Stuart Era
9. French Revolution
10. Napoleonic

England

1. Roman Britain
2. Anglo-Saxon
3. The Normans
4. Plantagenets (founded- Henry II)
5. House of Lancaster
6. House of York
7. Tudor (includes-Henry VIII-Elizabeth I)
8. The Stuarts
9. Restoration (Charles II restored)
10. Georgian
11. Industrial Period
12. Regency
13. Victorian
14. Edwardian
15. House of Windsor
16. Camelot & Arthurian
17. Legend of Robin Hood

Asia

1. Eastern Asia (the Far East)
2. British India

America

1. Native American
2. Colonial
3. Revolutionary
4. Western
5. War of 1812
6. Antebellum
7. Victorian
8. Frontier
9. Southern
10. Civil War
11. Turn of the Century
12. Twenties
13. Depression
14. Fifties
15. War in Vietnam

Time Travel

1. Modern Day to Past
2. Past to Modern Day

Comments

Wally West • Young Justice • OTA

[sciencewhizard]

Age: 16+
Favorite Time Periods:
General: 1, 7-15
Europe: 1, 3, 5, 6, 9, 10
England: 1, 7, 13, 14-17
America: 2-4, 8-10, 12, 14, 15
AU or Not: AU
Kinks: Kink List

America. 50s.

[peckish4action]

[ Dick didn't often do this. Well, all right. He hadn't actually done this, but there had been that one kiss, and Wally's worried expression over it, and then they had talked, and they were always hanging out together anyway, but that was for hanging out. ]

[ This was for something entirely different, and it made his belly flutter with the thought. He probably should have waited, too, but. He was excited. ]

[ But, this late? He couldn't just knock on his door, now could he? So, instead, he climbed up to his friend's window. He didn't dare knock on it, so... he had to hope that the scratching would be loud enough to be heard over the music from the radio inside the redhead's room. ]

[ Where they were going to be. Alone. Together. Like... actually alone. ]

[ Dick couldn't stop the huge grin. At all. ]

[sciencewhizard]

[ How Dick managed to get past the bulldog, he'd have to ask later, but when Wally woke up to the sound of scratching at his window, he woke with a start. It was a warm night and Wally was sleeping shirtless as he normally did. He sat up and rubbed at his eyes before looking over to see... well, a surprising, but not unwelcome sight.

There was that kiss still lingering in the back of his head, but whatever that was, he knew he still was never happier than when Dick was around.

Pushing off his covers, the redhead shot out of bed and went to the window, sliding it open. ]

Get in here before you break your neck.

[peckish4action]

Yes, sir!

[ There might have been just enough surprise - and eagerness - in Dick's reaction to hint at how thrilling the command from Wally was. Not what he'd expected, but thrilling all the same. ]

[ He slipped inside with smooth motions, then straightened, shaking off... pine needles from his clothes. Answer to the bulldog question: he didn't really use the ground. ]

Sorry for waking you up. It's not that late... is it?

[sciencewhizard]

[ He paused for a moment, hearing the way Dick responded to that. He hadn't- intended it as a command, but then, growing up with a father who had fought in World War II... that kind of tone could be picked up and played out. That little bit of shock, though, wore off as soon as he saw Dick slipping into his room like that.

Well- uhm. ]

No. I mean- I just barely got to sleep, so it's fine. [ And Wally was a little more aware now that he was in his room. Alone. With the boy who had kissed him. While he was standing about in nothing but his boxers.

Oh boy.

He immediately looked off to the side. ]

Was something wrong?

[peckish4action]

Something wr-- oh, most definitely nothing wrong!

[ ...with what I see. Dick cleared his throat, then made his eyes interrupt their journey down the ginger's exposed body and focus on his face, instead. Above the neck, anyway. ]

I just thought it might be a good idea to get a chance to talk when there's nobody around, yanno? I mean, about what I did.

[ Deep breath. ]

Look, I'm not sorry that I did. But if you'd like me to back off, I will.

[sciencewhizard]

[ It was funny how Wally, who was never shy about showing off his body in front of the girls during phys. ed, was suddenly blushing at the feel of Dick's eyes roaming over him. This was different from doing a corny little show in front of the girls as they did their little dance routines and things like that.

He huffed, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. ]

Why the heck did you even do that in the first place? [ His voice was an unusually harsh whisper, as if even bringing that up would have the whole world hearing it and crashing down. This whole situation confused him - he didn't want Dick to go away, but- this wasn't normal, was it...? ]

[peckish4action]

[ The excited smile slipped from Dick's face, and he swallowed, lowering his voice as well - though his wasn't harsh, just quiet. ]

Why do people do that?

[ He gulped, chewing his lip for a moment, then forged on ahead - he did say he'd back off, so the rest couldn't be so bad, right? ]

I like you.

[sciencewhizard]

[ Well. That should have been obvious, right? Still- why did it fill Wally with this strange mix of pleasure and dread? His stomach was all full of tingles and warmth, but deep down in the pit of it, there was this heavy, tugging feeling, threatening to drag him down to the ground. He let out a heavy breath and moved to take a seat on his bed.

His eyes were cast at the ground hardwood floor. ]

This- Dick. They lock people up for this- not in jail, but in darn asylums. [ The thought made him shudder. As into science as Wally was, he occasionally caught hints and whiffs here and there about what went on in those places. A lot of their "treatments" did not seem humane at all, especially for people they considered "degenerate." ]

Why?

[peckish4action]

[ The light pretty much died in Dick's eyes, and he took a small step back, barely more than shifting his weight away. He wasn't going to press himself. On anyone. ]

Because... [ His voice was much quieter, too. ] Because I can't help it.

[ He wanted to say 'because you're worth the risk' - and that was the truth. But Dick was the adopted son of Bruce Wayne. The risk for him was not the same, was it? So saying that would mean less than he had to convey. ]

I wouldn't want you locked up anywhere, though. Anywhere!

[sciencewhizard]

[ The way Dick drew back like that, Wally immediately regretted his words. Without thinking about it, his hand shot out and took hold of the brunet's wrist; it wasn't hard or anything, but it was secure. He kept his eyes to the floor. ]

I... This is just. It's dangerous. I like you too, but this is- I mean, what do we even do? [ His gaze flicked up to Dick, finally - there was a real look of fear there, because his brain knew that they wouldn't fit right together out in the world. It was a fear of the unknown. Wally had taken a step there in admitting he liked Dick, but what did they do beyond skulking around together when they had the chance? ]

[peckish4action]

[ Dick's breath caught, at that, and his pulse raced, under the skin of Wally's palm. After a moment, he retraced the step, shifting forward. Then he raised his other hand, placing it on Wally's shoulder. A neat motion. Carefully not intimate, merely comforting. ]

Okay. All right. That's okay.

We don't have to... do anything else. Just maybe hang out?

[ It wasn't what he wanted. It wasn't what he'd daydreamed about. But he could live with that, and it was miles above Wally's ignorance or indifference. ]

[ And Dick was absolutely willing to give from what he wanted, if it would ease that fear in the green eyes. ]

If you want something else... too, we can figure out what else. I mean, the kissing worked out pretty okay, right?

Noh-Varr • Marvel-616 • OTA

[ex_soter262]

Age: 16+
Favorite Time Periods:
General: 1-15
Europe: 1-4, 6
England: 1, 2, 13-17
Asia: OTA
America: 2, 4, 8-10, 12, 14, 15
AU or Not: AU
Kinks: Kink List

Altaïr ibn La-Ahad | Assassin's Creed

[theflyingone]

Character Name: Altaïr ibn La-Ahad
Age: 25
Favorite Time Periods:
General: 2-4, 7, 10-12, 14, 15
Europe: 1-6, 9
England: 11-14
Asia: all, and any not listed
America: 1-5, 7-15
Time Travel: all
AU or Not: no
Kinks: in my journal. Also open to playing non-smut, failsex, unfulfilled sexual tension, whatever. Come one, come all.
Short Description of Character: More info here. Highly trained assassin from High Middle Ages Levant, raised by scholars and swordsmen. Disciplined, focused, and bold. Recently botched a mission due to his arrogance and has been demoted from Master Assassin to Novice. Can be a bit demanding.
He does not wish to compromise himself or the Brotherhood, so intimacy would be difficult due to lack of trust. Some CR can be handwaved. Or, you know, aphrodisiacs. >_>;

ooc

[silentblade]

Although I am the kind of person that has borderline failed every history lesson I've ever come across, I'd like to thread because yes please Altaïr~ <3

But I'm not sure what to pick. I don't mind reading up to at least... passably seem like I know what I'm doing. @.@; I don't mind AU'ing Kichirou here to fit.

As a note, Kichirou is 11 years Altaïr's senior, but I don't mind aging him down if that's a problem. Also, the kinks that you have listed pretty much mesh with mine. :)

ooc

[theflyingone]

Age is fine! If he were 11 years younger, there might be an IC problem lmfao. Do you have any ideas on how they will get to do the dirty? like common interests? hatesex?

I'm undecided too! If there's a location you'd like to visit in particular, I can narrow it down with a time period?

ooc

[silentblade]

Hah! I actually generally play younger characters (minimum of 18, with some exceptions) so most of my muses, then, would not likely be a problem. xD

I really... don't know. Using Altaïr's timeline/locations is possible for me, if you'd like that route. I've played a little bit of Assassin's Creed, after all. :D Not lately, though. But enough to remember the flow of things.

Kichirou himself is mostly a trained killer/bodyguard, himself - to the point that he can sometimes slip into a berserker state if left unattended afterward (quirk of the bloodline that I have yet to fully flesh out.)

Hate sex is possible, but Kichirou isn't very... easily agitated at all. But it's entirely possible that he could annoy Altaïr more than enough, I think.

Opposite factions (with Kichirou as a templar) is also possible, if only because Kichirou could just be loyal to a single person rather than the entirety of the cause. Alternatively, he could eventually become a turncoat, or be a located traitor that Altaïr maaaaybe takes notice in?

I'm planning on having Kichrou's Japanese roots remain - and just have him be a traveler in the above cases rather than a native.

ooc

[theflyingone]

It could also just be like an ally who is also kind of a rival, like they're guarding the same person... and they have the night off... hurhurhur

Let's try... Victorian England, just to get Altaïr out of his comfort zone? Persian Empire is really cool too... I'm assuming it's going to be like a time travel shenanigan or something? Also there should be lots to google on those periods in case we get lost lmao.

Yay traveling! He can ask about his customs if he needs to. I love him getting to know people from different parts of the world.

ooc

[silentblade]

Victorian England sounds good! :3

And yeah, it would probably be a time-travel shenanigan, considering that their respective time periods are about 600 or so years apart (I haven't yet figured out Kichirou's year of birth, so this is a loose estimate.)

I.. think we have what we need now? Did you want to start, or shall I?

[theflyingone]

1888. Mist hissed on the streetlamps' glass, their light feeble and bleeding in the thick fog. The slum buildings loomed like dark, craggy specters. The Whitechapel Murderer was stepping up his game, and the police couldn't keep up. Another chilling letter, another woman's body found. It seemed he favored women.

Altaïr had just finished an escort mission. He had been asked to accompany someone who operated in the shadows, like him. She required a bit of extra protection in light of recent events. He wouldn't guard just anyone; she was an ally of the Assassins.

Having completed his task, he retired. By now he knew these buildings and their roofs as well as the ones in Masyaf. He took a shortcut to his lodgings, ghosting past the chimneys like a pale shard cut out of the moon.

Oh man. :D Okay, uhh... lemme know if I need to change anything, please. /)w(\;

[silentblade]

Kichirou had returned a little sooner than Altaïr, simply because his own tasks had not taken as long, and had begun a little earlier. Although from different parts of the world, and not directly serving the Assassins, his own skills sufficed. It wasn't as if he hadn't heard of the Assassins, and their war against the Templars.

While he awaited his rival's return, he quietly occupied Altaïr's room with hot tea waiting. It wasn't what he was altogether familiar with, but the rich scent was soothing, and overloaded with sugar as it was (well, for his cup, not the whole kettle,) the sweetness eased his nerves. And while he had his own lodgings, he felt the younger man might appreciate a drink before resting. Besides, it allowed him to retain some semblance of habit. That his home was not quite so far away as physical distance might make it out to be.

While he hadn't meant it to, a part of his kimono had slipped, showing yet another fresh bandage - this one across his shoulder, and a small smattering of bruises. It appeared that almost every time he got into a scuffle, he came away injured for it. And yet, perhaps from what Altaïr had seen of the man, Kichirou had rarely seemed concerned about how it might affect him in the near future.

Nooo it's perfect XDD

[theflyingone]

It was a mark of trust that Altaïr allowed this man the knowledge of the location of his quarters. His assistance of the Brotherhood helped, but mostly it was because they had worked together – even competed with one another – for some time. When he saw Kichirou waiting there, he was not surprised. Despite themselves, his eyes caught on the fresh bandages. They also lingered on his skin, discolored by bruises. Perhaps they lingered for a bit too long.

"If you are trying to show off, it is pointless. A skilled fighter ensures he leaves without injury."

He unfastened his sword and placed it on the dresser. He needed a bath, but he also knew the tea would be cold by then. Altaïr could trade barbs all he wanted, but having someone to talk to was something he had come to appreciate more and more as of late. He poured himself a cup and took the nearest seat.

"You have been keeping yourself occupied."

The warmth of the cup relaxed his fingers stiff from night air, and the steam caressed his face like the hand of a lover. There was something to this man's habit of tea before bed after all.

[silentblade]

"Hm? Oh. No, it merely slipped. I don't tie it as tightly when I'm relaxing. Contrary to custom, I suppose, it feels a bit wasteful to focus on appearance more than comfort at this time." Kichirou quietly set his cup down in order to adjust his clothing, putting the injuries out of view.

"Not all of us are as skilled as you, Altaïr." It wasn't praise, but simply a statement of fact, in his opinion. Where Altaïr could actually hunt, Kichirou strictly defended. Bodyguard duty was his forte. It was also a dodging of the statement, in his own way. What would the man think of a person who could snap if unharmed in combat for too long? He was uncertain how to explain such a concept. One would think it mere fantasy or witchcraft. But it was the truth.

He lifted his cup again, taking a sip, and using his other hand to adjust his glasses. "Are you surprised that I have?" he replied with a curious tone. "Keeping myself occupied, I mean. Would you expect anything less from me?"

[theflyingone]

"It seems our sparring has meant nothing, if you continue to invite injury."

Altaïr's way of joking, deadpan and all. He still appreciated the practice the man gave his sword arm, and wouldn't want to lose him as a sparring partner. As for Kichirou's unique ferociousness in battle, Altaïr had seen men fly into a berserker rage in the heat of things before. He was less likely to attribute what he saw to sorcery. He preferred to seek reason and truth behind strange occurrences.

"No, but I do think your time would be better spent guarding your charges than bleeding in the street. We have few enough men as it is." He sipped his tea. Half his mouth quirked up, stretching the scar on his lips. "And I would lose my sparring partner."

Sorry about the wait! Other muses were much louder. :( And now I'm rusty with him...

[silentblade]

"Hm." Even at that comment, Kichirou heard the joke and his lips quirked up a bit in response.

"I have no intention of bleeding out in the street, nor leaving you to be without a partner." Ah, but intentions and execution of intent were not the same. "You need not worry. My will is far too strong to allow my body to be felled easily."

He continued to sip his tea, enjoying the warmth against his hands.

"As for my charges, they are safe in their homes, protected by others at the moment. I am to return to one of them by mid-day."