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 10a/?
anonymous
September 2 2010, 01:50:09 UTC
He didn’t so much as look in her direction for the remaining seven minutes -fuck yes he was counting- to this particular dwelling of his. Cambridge avenue was quiet yet completely accepting of late night noise. He saw a few of his neighbors sitting on the porch diagonal across the street when he finally pulled in front of his own house. He could imagine the curtain pulling back on the window of old Miss Bonnie’s living room down the road like it usually did when he rolled up late blaring old metal. As he got out, Gabriel across the street shouted out “Yo Al! Give you five for yo ride, man!”
“Man, I told yo broke ass it ain’t for sale!” he yelled back with a grin as Canada also got out. She grimaced at the stickiness between her thighs. Damn, and here I used to think women didn’t have this problem. “Can’t talk now!” America continued with a smirk. “You hear anything, don’t you dare call the fucking cops!” He punctuated that with a smack to her ass walking around the car. The two neighbors laughed and Canada rolled her eyes as she
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Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 10b/?
anonymous
September 2 2010, 01:50:55 UTC
His mouth was on hers before she could finish speaking their bodies flush against the wall. He kissed her with bruising force and she returned it with equal enthusiasm. Their glasses clinked and banged but remained intact if slightly askew. He tasted her lipstick, the odd chemical candy taste coating his mouth as he ravaged hers. Canada put her arms around him threading her long fingers through his sweat dampened hair as she pressed back against him. Her tongue swirled and pushed against his and their teeth hit more than a few times. She wasn’t going to come up for breath even as she tasted the coppery tang of blood. Neither of them knew whose mouth it was from. She breathed out into his mouth and the two of them wetly exchanged the same stale carbon like they were the last inhabitants of a dying world and saw spots dancing before their eyes.
Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 11a/?
anonymous
September 2 2010, 01:52:08 UTC
America turned his head at last, dizzy and needy and god didn’t their borders still mold together perfectly even when their bodies weren’t the same. Especially those soft tits pressed to his chest and fuck he just wanted to bury his face and suck and- his hands on her shoulders slipped for just a fraction of a second but that was all she needed to pull his head back and shove them both off of the wall. She forced America’s head further back, forced him to bare the strong column of his neck and her lips were on it, kissing his throat, staining it pink. He growled as her teeth grazed his adams apple and realized belatedly there were far better places for his hands to be than on her shoulders
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Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 11b/?
anonymous
September 2 2010, 01:53:32 UTC
“Gonna enjoy opening you up nice and deep,” he breathed against her neck. Her legs had a faint excited thrum and she ended up tearing a few rents in that ratty fucking T shirt as he stretched her pussy wide open. She’d been fucking South Korea on and off -it hadn’t taken much convincing to get an alien transmogrifier of her own- and it’d been too long since she felt a good large cock like America’s. Ah, but South Korea had such an amazing trick for getting her vagina to shorten and tighten and even his little prick it felt huge after he’d conditioned it properly. Judging by his reaction in the club tonight, America seemed to think there was some inherent difference when it came to who she shared her body with as a female. He couldn’t give two shits when she was a guy which probably should have bothered her more than it did. Really though it was just… intriguing, Oh, Al, I wonder what you’d do if I told you just how bad I’ve been...
Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 11b/?
anonymous
September 2 2010, 02:48:54 UTC
Goddamn this was hot.
Kinda makes me want to read America/other female Nations.
Or read America thrashing South Korea. I mean, I love the hotness, but it honestly makes me feel bad for America that he thinks he's special but he's not.
Okay, I just discovered this fill and read it all in one sitting and I'm just squirming here. This is the hottest het I've ever read, and I really, really fucking wish more people wrote it like this. Especially with the focus on other senses, like smell. And why isn't there more het like this on this meme? There's little enough of it as it is, but none of it's anywhere near this hot. Christ. And if this comment is incoherent, you know why. Dammit.
Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 11b/?
anonymous
September 2 2010, 05:50:26 UTC
I've been lol'ing at Alfred's.. difference in attitude toward fem!Matt vs male!Matt, so I got a giant grin when you/Matt hung a lampshade on it. AND THEN you put in that last line, and I flailed like a madwoman.
Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 12a/?
anonymous
September 3 2010, 05:09:19 UTC
(Warning. The following parts contain material that some might find disgusting. I honestly wrestled with myself as to whether or not I should keep this as I’d knowing that it would likely turn people off or change it and keep the story more vanilla and light. Ultimately, as much as I love positive reviews and want to keep people happy, for me “good het smut” has to be het that I personally find arousing; what can I say I’m kinky as hell. So I apologize for anyone’s who’s turned off by this and hope that this can still be considered “good” anyway. Thanks)
Seated as deep as he could go, America started moving slowly at first and then grunted as he felt her heel kick him again like he was a fucking horse. But any good cowboy recognized the unspoken signal to go faster. You want it harder, baby? He moved far more easily than any man should have been able to with her wrapped around him and before she processed it, Canada felt herself slammed once again to the wall. Gainborough’s “Blue Boy” fell onto the floor and she was about to point
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Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 12b/?
anonymous
September 3 2010, 05:10:26 UTC
Canada regained her footing and swayed slightly. Her legs were still shaking. She absently massaged her pubic bone, her full bladder intensifying the rush of blood. “God, hurry up,” he growled starting towards the stairs swearing as he forced his aching cock back into his jeans. He kept his eyes on her ass, a light pink and he could still see the fading contrast of pale skin where his hands had dug in. “‘f you had gone in the fucking club instead of slutting it up with that guy...” She stopped in the doorway and glared at him. “Oh shuttup. If you hadn’t been an hour late and strolled in looking like that...” Her eyes met his and she licked her lips at the half crazed possessive look. She felt warm, hot even and oddly powerful at that expression. God you never look at me like that when I’m a guy you sonofa-
Re: America/fem!Canada Cherry Pie 13/?
anonymous
September 3 2010, 05:13:24 UTC
She wasn’t sure what possessed her but the next words were out of her mouth before she could think to stop them. “C’mon, Al, it’s not like you’re the only one I fuck.” She turned and walked into the living room, her heels clicking on the hardwood as she felt for the light switch. There were so many sculptures in there that the Italies insisted America just had to have that she didn’t want to trip into one. The thought of toppling over a naked and armless lifesize Spain -and hadn’t that one almost caused a fight- was terrifying. Thankfully Italy Romano had vetoed the mustachioed Italian pizza chef sculpture vehemently. “But all the pizza parlors have one, dude!” America had protested patting the round little man on the head. “Chigi! That’s what’s wrong with this fucking country! Fucking stereotypes! And your fucking Olive Garden and-“ “I think it’s kind of cute, Lovi,” Veneziano had trilled. The poor thing ended up shattered in the resulting fight. America’s hand was over hers before she realized he’d moved lost in her thoughts that
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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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“Man, I told yo broke ass it ain’t for sale!” he yelled back with a grin as Canada also got out. She grimaced at the stickiness between her thighs. Damn, and here I used to think women didn’t have this problem. “Can’t talk now!” America continued with a smirk. “You hear anything, don’t you dare call the fucking cops!” He punctuated that with a smack to her ass walking around the car. The two neighbors laughed and Canada rolled her eyes as she ( ... )
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Kinda makes me want to read America/other female Nations.
Or read America thrashing South Korea. I mean, I love the hotness, but it honestly makes me feel bad for America that he thinks he's special but he's not.
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My kinks, you keep pushing them. ♥ (omg foreskin)
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Seated as deep as he could go, America started moving slowly at first and then grunted as he felt her heel kick him again like he was a fucking horse. But any good cowboy recognized the unspoken signal to go faster. You want it harder, baby? He moved far more easily than any man should have been able to with her wrapped around him and before she processed it, Canada felt herself slammed once again to the wall. Gainborough’s “Blue Boy” fell onto the floor and she was about to point ( ... )
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“God, hurry up,” he growled starting towards the stairs swearing as he forced his aching cock back into his jeans. He kept his eyes on her ass, a light pink and he could still see the fading contrast of pale skin where his hands had dug in. “‘f you had gone in the fucking club instead of slutting it up with that guy...” She stopped in the doorway and glared at him.
“Oh shuttup. If you hadn’t been an hour late and strolled in looking like that...” Her eyes met his and she licked her lips at the half crazed possessive look. She felt warm, hot even and oddly powerful at that expression. God you never look at me like that when I’m a guy you sonofa-
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“But all the pizza parlors have one, dude!” America had protested patting the round little man on the head.
“Chigi! That’s what’s wrong with this fucking country! Fucking stereotypes! And your fucking Olive Garden and-“
“I think it’s kind of cute, Lovi,” Veneziano had trilled. The poor thing ended up shattered in the resulting fight. America’s hand was over hers before she realized he’d moved lost in her thoughts that ( ... )
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