I don't know how "good" this will end up being since I don't usually write het but I thought I'd give it a shot. This will be America/Canada but I thought I'd sneak in some build up to it so there's a little bit of OC/Canada to start.
Canada definitely got more attention when he was a woman. Even sitting on the barstool alone waiting for America he could feel their eyes on him. He -no, it’s she for now- She went to automatically correct her posture but realized she wasn’t slouching. Canada tended to forget that she sat up straighter when she was a woman. She took another long drink of the cold Molson somewhat disappointed that she was going to miss the game tonight but after last month’s incident she couldn’t blame America for arranging their rendezvous at a dance club and not a sports bar. Really, her brother acted like a
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Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 2/?
anonymous
August 29 2010, 10:36:04 UTC
She took another drink and realized the bottle was empty. A look at the clock revealed that America’s lateness had gone from fashionable to fucking ridiculous. It’d serve his ass right if I just had fun without him, she thought irritated. A smirk crossed her face as she turned towards the small dance floor. They agreed to meet downstairs where the dance area was a lot smaller and more visible. She was about to use that to her advantage. Alright, Al, you’re gonna stand me up without so much as a phone call? And she had in fact checked with the bartender in the middle of her musings; no messages for Maddie Williams. She wasn’t gonna read him the riot act tonight; she was going to get even
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Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 3/?
anonymous
August 31 2010, 02:11:14 UTC
(In which America finally shows up)
Another loud beat started playing and this time she recognized the song within 2 seconds. I wonder if I should be embarrassed, she wondered as the DJ announced an “old school classic”. This is what they call old school now? Jeez, RUN DMC is old school... why do I know that? She never could quite pinpoint why on earth she liked this song- it was American misogynist hip hop at its finest- but damn if it didn’t always make her want to move. She never said as much to America. He’d never let her live it down. Of course he also refused to believe any decent rap every came out of her country. For fucks sake he even tried to claim K’naan as his after hearing Wavin’ Flag
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Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 4/?
anonymous
August 31 2010, 02:16:12 UTC
Seething might not have been exactly the word to describe what America was feeling as he finally spotted Canada on the dance floor (it was damn hard to miss a 5’11” goddess in red), but it was pretty damn close. Alright, so maybe he was a little late: couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes, could it? And maybe he wasn’t exactly dressed to the nines but at least his clothes were clean. He figured she’d be pissed and probably have a few choice words for him- or not; Canada could really be a passive aggressive prick sometimes. He’d be more likely to hear some snotty song on the radio about 1812 than he’d hear “Hey Al, you were a real asshole last night.” But this? This was too much. Okay so waking up in the gutter in Amsterdam wearing, a skirt, a diaper, and clown makeup that one time kinda sucked but this?! Aw hell no. He saw Canada’s eyes meet his for a fraction of a second and he saw that glare. Okay fine, so she was pissed. He was still expecting her to excuse herself from the Lennox Lewis wannabe that was fucking dry humping
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Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 5/?
anonymous
August 31 2010, 02:27:01 UTC
(And now the start of the smut)
She could hear the quieting down even with the loud music and the others in the club were definitely watching them. Calm down, you idiot and let’s leave before you do something stupid. “Al,” she interjected with a frantic hiss, “You made your point let’s just-” “So I’m a punk now cause I ain’t turn down a bitch wantin to fuck?“ …On second thought, if you don’t knock his ass through the fucking wall, I will. America, completely on the same wavelength only barely restrained his strength at the last moment. Even so, the guy ended up floored by what was really only a light jab in America’s opinion. He turned to Canada still riding the adrenaline high, furious with her for letting that asshole feel her up and now she was looking at him like he didn’t know what
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Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 5/?
anonymous
August 31 2010, 14:27:22 UTC
This is gonna sound strange, but this here is the kink I could never confess to de-anoned. Out of all the really twisted stuff in this meme, the chauvinistic possessive caveman guy going controlling and rough and "this pussy is MINE" on a girl is the one kink I'd never be able to confess to. Damn you for making me be honest with myself So ok, hot turning hotter, and HELL YOU BETTER UPDATE SOON ashffudbdjchfbdydunf I'm still holdin up hope that she'll find a very clever and thorough way to punish him for being so late and not dressing up for her
Okay so waking up in the gutter in Amsterdam wearing, a skirt, a diaper, and clown makeup that one time kinda sucked but this?! Aw hell no.
Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 5/? authoranon!
anonymous
September 1 2010, 01:57:00 UTC
Heh, I seem to have a gazillion and one kinks; I was thinking of calling this thing Baskin Robins because there's a lot of stuff planned that will probably hit 50% of what's been requested on the meme XD
And yeah that's one of my dirty little secret kinks too >>;
Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 6/?
anonymous
September 1 2010, 01:49:15 UTC
“Al…” she moaned in protest her hips tilting up. So help me jerk if you don’t do something. Alright so it wasn’t much of a threat inside of her head and he laughed softly at her glare. God she was sexy all spread out and needy. His hips pressed against the grill of the car, the pressure hardly a relief against his aching cock but hell at least with the suspension lift it was the right height. His eyes moved down to her chest, the thin scrap of fabric doing nothing to hide her hard nipples and fuck if he wasn’t tempted to pull the dress down and slide his dick in between those gorgeous tits. Canada caught that look and it never failed to arouse her. America looked like he wanted to devour her whole and she reached down giving that innocent pleading expression she’d perfected
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Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 7/?
anonymous
September 1 2010, 01:51:22 UTC
Her eyes fell to the large bulge tenting the tight jeans he was wearing. She licked her lips looking hungrily cause god she loved his cock. It still ached, her clit still hot and throbbing because of course that fucker would make her come without letting her really come. She breathed heavily thinking as best as she could, removing the bloodied hand from her mouth, and sitting up on an elbow. Her lipstick was smeared, intermingled with blood, and she looked completely wanton as she lapped at the rapidly healing wound. America unzipped his jeans, careful to avoid a “There’s Something About Mary” moment since he wasn’t wearing underwear. The head of his thick uncut nine inches was slick with precome and he stroked it slowly. She looked as if she could just devour it and he smirked
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Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 8/?
anonymous
September 1 2010, 01:54:56 UTC
He peered over Texas at her, a small unseen smile on his face. She was so sexy when she crossed her arms under those lovely tits. Her panties were stilled balled up in one fist and he couldn’t help but feel proud at that. Yeah, he was definitely firing up the sexy lady rims tonight. He closed the laptop and then turned on up the red white and blue neon undercarriage lights and then the stereo. “Cherry Pie” started blaring from the custom sound system and Canada squeaked as the bass made the bench seat vibrate. You’re gonna pay for this Al, she thought as she fastened the lapbelt. So help me. She was always amazed that America never got pulled over with the tricked out old muscle car. She was sure the tinted windows and light violated half a dozen state ordinances. For some reason America seemed to have what England called “The devil’s own luck” and there were times Canada believed it. As they pulled onto the highway -America singing along rather impressively- she glanced over with a smirk. Two could definitely play this game
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Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 8/?
anonymous
September 1 2010, 02:29:30 UTC
*squirms happily* I'm with one of the above anons - possessive partners is one of my biggest, most secret kinks and you're hitting it so beautifully. ♥ (And asdjkf you're including smell and taste, having them turned on by it instead of "Canada smells like sunshine and raspberries, and oh, aren't her nipples hard?". *flail* I melt into a pile of very happy goo every time Alfred licks off his fingers. D:)
And I don't think I've seen that headcanon about nation-appearances before, but it'd go a long way to explaining why there are so many blonds. XD
Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 8/?
anonymous
September 1 2010, 13:01:11 UTC
I... I don't have words for this fill. I didn't expect much of it, but it's so AMAZING. I love the dynamic you have here where both are possessive. They just have different ways of expressing it (I have to wonder if Canada was REALLY that passive or if America is just remembering it wrong XD). I can't wait for the next update.
Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 8/?
anonymous
September 1 2010, 22:46:40 UTC
I would love to give you the kind of feedback this deserves, anon, and hope I will have the time to come back and do so someday soon. In the meantime, keep it up. This is some of the hottest sex I've read on this meme, no lies <3
Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 9/?
anonymous
September 2 2010, 01:48:18 UTC
It was suicidal but Canada had realized since achieving independence that she was a serious adrenaline junkie. Whether it was hockey, bar fights, or cliff jumping, she was there blood pumping, heart racing, eyes wide and excited. Maybe it was the lack of attention and recognition. Maybe England didn’t hug her enough as a young nation. Maybe she was bat shit crazy. Maybe she’d leave questions like that for another time because the hard wet cock in her hand was begging for more attention
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GOOD heterosexual smut.
I don't know how "good" this will end up being since I don't usually write het but I thought I'd give it a shot. This will be America/Canada but I thought I'd sneak in some build up to it so there's a little bit of OC/Canada to start.
Canada definitely got more attention when he was a woman. Even sitting on the barstool alone waiting for America he could feel their eyes on him. He -no, it’s she for now- She went to automatically correct her posture but realized she wasn’t slouching. Canada tended to forget that she sat up straighter when she was a woman. She took another long drink of the cold Molson somewhat disappointed that she was going to miss the game tonight but after last month’s incident she couldn’t blame America for arranging their rendezvous at a dance club and not a sports bar. Really, her brother acted like a ( ... )
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Another loud beat started playing and this time she recognized the song within 2 seconds. I wonder if I should be embarrassed, she wondered as the DJ announced an “old school classic”. This is what they call old school now? Jeez, RUN DMC is old school... why do I know that? She never could quite pinpoint why on earth she liked this song- it was American misogynist hip hop at its finest- but damn if it didn’t always make her want to move. She never said as much to America. He’d never let her live it down. Of course he also refused to believe any decent rap every came out of her country. For fucks sake he even tried to claim K’naan as his after hearing Wavin’ Flag ( ... )
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She could hear the quieting down even with the loud music and the others in the club were definitely watching them. Calm down, you idiot and let’s leave before you do something stupid.
“Al,” she interjected with a frantic hiss, “You made your point let’s just-”
“So I’m a punk now cause I ain’t turn down a bitch wantin to fuck?“ …On second thought, if you don’t knock his ass through the fucking wall, I will. America, completely on the same wavelength only barely restrained his strength at the last moment. Even so, the guy ended up floored by what was really only a light jab in America’s opinion. He turned to Canada still riding the adrenaline high, furious with her for letting that asshole feel her up and now she was looking at him like he didn’t know what ( ... )
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This fill is looking more and more awesome authornon! Can't wait to see what you've got next! <3
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It's got everything ;D
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So ok, hot turning hotter, and HELL YOU BETTER UPDATE SOON ashffudbdjchfbdydunf
I'm still holdin up hope that she'll find a very clever and thorough way to punish him for being so late and not dressing up for her
Okay so waking up in the gutter in Amsterdam wearing, a skirt, a diaper, and clown makeup that one time kinda sucked but this?! Aw hell no.
I smell the Bad Touch Trio somewhere in thisXD
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And yeah that's one of my dirty little secret kinks too >>;
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And I don't think I've seen that headcanon about nation-appearances before, but it'd go a long way to explaining why there are so many blonds. XD
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