England corners America. And proceeds to have sex with him. ..somewhere in this America gets into a maid outfit.
Bonus 1: dubcon or noncon . It can be roleplay.
I chose the noncon part of the bonus fyi.
It had been a simple bet, how long France could go before stripping himself in the middle of the world conference. England said it would be within the first half and America thought it would be the second or not at all.
“Dude, he’s a perv but he didn’t strip last conference. The guy has self control.” America said, crossing his arms as he looked at England. The two of them were in the hallway outside the conference room, not yet entering it since they had arrived early.
“I told you he didn’t last time because he had some weird rash, sure it’s cleared up now.” England sighed, rolling his eyes. “We’ll go in and he’ll be naked before the meeting is half over.”
America shook his head at that. “Nah it won’t happen, or at least if it does until later after all he cares a little about these stupid meetings.” He wasn’t sure why they were arguing about such a stupid thing but it did give him an idea. “Hm, wanna turn this argument into something more fun?” He asked, giving England a grin.
England didn’t like the way America said fun, shrugging in agreement. He could at least hear America out.
“A bet. Like you bet he strips in the first half and I bet he strips later on or never.” He said enthusiastically. “Loser has to do whatever the winner says.” He already knew what he would make England do, buy the biggest, greasiest meal at McDonald’s and make England eat it.
The idea of making America do whatever he wanted intrigued England, an idea forming in his mind as he smiled. “Sure, sounds fun.” If America happened to win he was sure he would just have to do something stupid, like eat a burger. Disgusting yes but it wasn’t the worst thing in the world.
“Sweeeet.” America said, pumping his fist in the air. It was then more nations began to show up and the two of them headed in, taking their seats.
The meeting had started out rather boring with Germany at the front talking about environmental issues. The two nations would ocassionally glance over at France only to see him taking notes or sitting there looking bored. It wasn’t until China had started talking about internet censorship and how disgusting pornography was that France had suddely jumped up, clothes shed and manhood dangling out for all to see.
“The human body is beautiful China, if people want to have sex for money there is nothing wrong with it.”
This ended up with a fight between the two nations with Germany trying to calm them, the meeting turning chaotic rather quickly. America had a look of doom on his face, wanting to get up there and pummel France for doing such a thing. Luckily England wasn’t sitting next to him and he could last the rest of the meeting in peace.
“Hello loser.” England taunted as he walked up to America once the meeting had ended. He had a rather smug grin on his face. “As for what I want you to do it involves coming to my house, I will tell you there.” That gave him enough time to get everything necessary.
America puffed his cheeks out in anger, not wanting to do whatever England was planning. “Fiiiine, I’ll come over.” He said, tone making it obvious he was a bit annoyed and upset. “Anyways I’m going, next week sound good?”
Re: [Part 20] UK/maid!US (Part 2)
anonymous
October 8 2012, 01:15:55 UTC
Just as America had said he arrived at England’s house a week later, ringing the man’s doorbell and frowning as the door opened.
“Oh hello there.” England said, stepping aside to let America in. “Feel free to have a cup of tea I just made a fresh pot.” He led America to his living room and turning around again. “Now I shall get the necessary items for you, it won’t be long.
America sighed, sitting down on the couch and waiting. He hated tea after all and hated how England always offered it to him. It wasn’t long however when he saw England return and set down a number of items on his coffee table. “Get dressed in these, all of these.”
America gasped as he saw them. In the pile was a pink maid’s dress, the skirt part looking so short he had to wonder if it would cover his ass. There was also a pair of pink panties and some white stockings, pink flat shoes as well. “You’re joking…right?” He asked, looking over at England.
“Oh this is no joke.” England grinned, arms crossed. He was already picturing in his mind what America would look like, his cute round ass peeking out underneath the skirt. Oh if only he could get America to call him master, that would be perfect.
There was no way America could do it, he just…couldn’t. Still…a hero never broke a promise, no matter how embarrassing it was. A hero would do it with pride. Showing his middle finger to England he began to strip, tossing his clothes to the floor, shirt, then jeans, boxers, and socks, now left nude. A light blush was on his cheeks but he kept quiet as he slipped the panties on, tugging it over his ass. Next were the stockings, rolling them up his legs and to his thighs. Finally he slipped the dress on, tugging it down and turning around. “Lace it up.”
While England didn’t appreciate being ordered around he knew America couldn’t lace it himself. “Call me master and do not speak to me in that tone.” He quickly laced up the back, getting rather impatient with the dressing. Once he was done he stepped back, taking in the entire sight before him.
America had a deep blush on his cheeks, the dress barely reaching past his ass. Those stocking came up to his thighs, showing off just a little of skin. England knew he was starting to get hard just from looking, turning around so America wouldn’t see. “Since you are a maid you will start cleaning.” He said, grabbing a feather duster he had set in one of the drawers on the coffe table.
America let out a rather obnoxious sigh at that, rolling his eyes and grabbing the duster. He figured he might as well get it over with, heading over to where England’s TV was and starting to dust at the top. He was constantly worried about his dress hiking up, having to use one hand to hold it down and the other to clean.
“What a nice view.” England chuckled, seating himself down on his sofa as he watched. It was a nice sight indeed, America’s round ass occasionally poking out of the dress, panties showing.
America quickly flipped England the bird as he cleaned, hating how those panties bunched up around his ass, having to resist the urge to pick his wedgie in front of England. Once done with the TV he dusted a few shelves, not finding a lot of fust around. “What’s the point of a maid when your house is clean?” He asked, dusting a bit behind the TV now.
Oh god America was so dense. England smirked, not responding as he enjoyed the wonderful view. “After you’re done I need a few dishes washed.” He said, shifting a bit to conceal his trouser tent.
“Yeah yeah.” America said, eager to get this over with as he sat the duster down and headed to the kitchen, glad the other at least owned a dish washer.
“And you’ll be washing them by hand.” England said, following America and sitting himself down at his table. “I want you to work, not let a machine do it for you.” And he wanted to stare at America’s ass as he worked but only for a little. He had another idea, one that was sure to get rid of his problem in his pants.
America had grumbled at that, muttering curses under his breath as he filled up England’s sink with warm water and soap. Grabbing a plate that had been set in the other side of the sink America began to wash wirth one of the sponges there, scrubbing until it was clean and rinsing it off.
Re: [Part 20] UK/maid!US (Part 3)
anonymous
October 8 2012, 01:19:50 UTC
England simply stared, loving every time America’s ass peeked out from under his dress. He waited, staying silent as America washed. He had it all planned out, grinning ear to ear as he finally got up and quietly walked behind Amereica, leaning against the other and forcing America to bend over the counter.
“England what the fuck are you doing?” America asked in shock, turning his head to give the man a glare. His question though was ignored and instead he felt two hands on his ass, one groping each cheek. “You fucking stop right now or I’m out. Bet or no bet.”
England could only chuckle at that, giving both globes a squeeze. “You can leave America. You leave and I take the camera I have hidden in my living room and show the video at the next world conference.” A bit cliche he knew but having a hidden video camera was the easiest way to do this since he wasn’t as strong as America. Blackmail was way easier than fighting the man.
America gasped at that, not sure if he should believe England. The other could be bluffing but he could have also easily planned this out. “Why? You can’t fucking blackmail me.”
“Yes I can.” England said in a rather amused voice, giving a smack to America’s ass. “So you let me do what I want or I show that video. No big for you I’m sure, what with Cuba, Iran, Pakistan, and all your other friends there to watch.” He loved being sarcastic to America, putting the man in his place.
“Ah…f-fine.” America muttered, feeling so unhero-like bent over a sink in a dress while he was blackmailed. “Pervert.” He couldn’t tell if he was angry or scared but he did know he felt like crying. Being so easily defeated was humiliating.
England smiled at his easy win, fingers moving up to the elastic of the panties, gripping and slowly moving them down to America’s feet, letting the other step out. He was now greeted with America’s bare ass, round and plump and just perfect for a fucking. “You have such a good arse lad, one I just want to grope and slap and fuck.”
America whimpered atr hearing that, legs together now that he was exposed. He was no virgin luckily but he always preferred sex on his terms, where /he/ was the one in control. “J-Just…get on with it.” He snapped, teeth clenched in anger.
“Do not speak to me in that tone!” England snapped, giving America’s ass two harsh slaps, one to each cheek for punishment. His hands wandered up now, grabbing the fabric at America’s chest and pulling it down so he was now exposed.
All America could do was try and keep from making any noises as his chest was now open to the cool air. His silence was short lived however when he felt two hands groping his chest, squeezing the fat there and pinching both nipples. “Ah…” he gasped, hating how /good/ that actually felt.
“Getting a bit fat America.” England teased, squeezing again rather harshly. To be honest America wasn’t really fat but he had enough on him to make fun of and that was good enough for England.
America growled at that. “I’m not fa-” he was cut off as suddenly three fingers were forced into his mouth, holding his tongue down.
“Slick them up if you want any lubrication.” England hissed, other hand busy teasing one of America’s nipples, rolling it and pinching it between his fingers. America’s tongue was moving now, spreading saliva over his fingers until they were nice and slick. Once England was satisfied he moved his hand back to that delicious ass, spreading the cheek and pushing a single finger inside.
Amerca couldn’t help himself as he screamed out, muscles clenching down against the intruder. He couldn’t believe this was happening, that England was about to rape him while he was dressed like a maid. A few tears fell down his cheeks, unable to stop them now.
“Hush, it’s not that bad.” England said, tone a bit more gentle as he began to thrust his finger. He went slowly at first, waiting until America was starting to relax around it before speeding up. “Just relax, don’t clench down so hard.”
Re: [Part 20] UK/maid!US (Part 4)
anonymous
October 8 2012, 01:20:42 UTC
“Ahn…f-fuck you.” America groaned, hating how England’s finger would ocassionally brush against his prostate. He wasn’t some virgin that needed coddling, he could take it no problem. Just as he was finally relaxed around the finger however England added a second one, immediately scissoring them and causing America to scream out again.
England gave a slap to the others ass at being cursed at. He wanted to fuck the other already, cock straining desperately in his pants as he quickly thrusted and spread his fingers. “Damn, I can’t wait to be inside this, all warm and tight and perfect.”
America didn’t want to hear that, hear England talk about fucking him like this. Hopefully it would be over soon and he could just forget all about it. He suddenly felt the fingers leave his ass and did his best to stay calm, knowing the worst part of it all was next.
“Be thankful I have lube.” England smirked, breath hot against America’s ear. He had gotten a small bottle for this day, pulling it out of his pocket before taking out his own cock and slicking it up. Groping both cheeks now England didn’t even care to go slow as he thrusted himself in.
This time America’s screaming was louder than before, pain ripping through his entire body from suddenly being stretched. He had to keep telling himself that it would all be over soon, that soon England would finish up and he could go.
“Ah…yes nice and tight.” England groaned, bent over America as he started to thrust. Not wanting to let America get away humiliation free he reached around to grip the others softening cock, stroking it as he thrusted. “Enjoy it lad, no one will know.”
“N-No…” America whimpered, not wanting to be aroused as this happened, his cock getting hard as it was stroked. Soon, soon England would finish he repeated to himself silently, tears running down his face.
England began to lick and kiss the back of America’s neck, tasting sweat as he let his tongue drag alongst it. His thrusting sped up now, mind clouded over in pleasure as he fucked America hard.
“Ah…” America could feel his protate hit, pleasure shooting through his body and straight to his cock. He didn’t want to come, he didn’t want to enjoy it but damn now that the pain was almost gone it was feeling amazing. He couldn’t help the small moans that escaped his throat now, just wanting to come and be done with this.
England was close but no, America needed to come first, needed to enjoy it. “Ah, I see you’re loving it now.” He purred, nipping a small spot of skin at the back of America’s neck. He sped up again, thrusting madly and stroking in time with his movements, knowing America was close. Soon enough he felt those muscles clench up around his cock and stickiness on his hand, the tightness enough to bring him over the edge and fill America up with his seed.
England had pulled out soon after, tucking his cock back in his pants and regaining his composure. “Well, that will be all I’m wanting for our bet.” He said, grinning down at the other nation, watching his cum drip down America’s thighs. “You may stay here or leave, I think I’ll find a nice book to read.” And with that he had left the kitchen, leaving America alone.
When he was finally alone America let himself sink down to his knees, body trembling as he tried to stop his crying. At least he could go home now, go home and just forget this ever happened.
Re: [Part 20] UK/maid!US (Part 4)
anonymous
October 9 2012, 02:16:18 UTC
Well, I enjoyed it, A!A; you have a pleasant writing style (even if the subject matter is less so, lol). I'm always a sucker for noncon where the victim eventually feels pleasure from it, so that was hot. Also great to have the come dripping out of America, a lot of authors will forget that what goes in needs to come out...
Re: [Part 20] UK/maid!US (Part 4)
anonymous
October 9 2012, 02:56:30 UTC
I don't know if I should comment or not, since you may have to repost.
This was very well done. I feel bad for enjoying this sort of thing, but there it is. Part of me feels it would be cool to see the same sort of plot drawn out even further...Thanks for doing it!
England corners America. And proceeds to have sex with him. ..somewhere in this America gets into a maid outfit.
Bonus 1: dubcon or noncon . It can be roleplay.
I chose the noncon part of the bonus fyi.
It had been a simple bet, how long France could go before stripping himself in the middle of the world conference. England said it would be within the first half and America thought it would be the second or not at all.
“Dude, he’s a perv but he didn’t strip last conference. The guy has self control.” America said, crossing his arms as he looked at England. The two of them were in the hallway outside the conference room, not yet entering it since they had arrived early.
“I told you he didn’t last time because he had some weird rash, sure it’s cleared up now.” England sighed, rolling his eyes. “We’ll go in and he’ll be naked before the meeting is half over.”
America shook his head at that. “Nah it won’t happen, or at least if it does until later after all he cares a little about these stupid meetings.” He wasn’t sure why they were arguing about such a stupid thing but it did give him an idea. “Hm, wanna turn this argument into something more fun?” He asked, giving England a grin.
England didn’t like the way America said fun, shrugging in agreement. He could at least hear America out.
“A bet. Like you bet he strips in the first half and I bet he strips later on or never.” He said enthusiastically. “Loser has to do whatever the winner says.” He already knew what he would make England do, buy the biggest, greasiest meal at McDonald’s and make England eat it.
The idea of making America do whatever he wanted intrigued England, an idea forming in his mind as he smiled. “Sure, sounds fun.” If America happened to win he was sure he would just have to do something stupid, like eat a burger. Disgusting yes but it wasn’t the worst thing in the world.
“Sweeeet.” America said, pumping his fist in the air. It was then more nations began to show up and the two of them headed in, taking their seats.
The meeting had started out rather boring with Germany at the front talking about environmental issues. The two nations would ocassionally glance over at France only to see him taking notes or sitting there looking bored. It wasn’t until China had started talking about internet censorship and how disgusting pornography was that France had suddely jumped up, clothes shed and manhood dangling out for all to see.
“The human body is beautiful China, if people want to have sex for money there is nothing wrong with it.”
This ended up with a fight between the two nations with Germany trying to calm them, the meeting turning chaotic rather quickly. America had a look of doom on his face, wanting to get up there and pummel France for doing such a thing. Luckily England wasn’t sitting next to him and he could last the rest of the meeting in peace.
“Hello loser.” England taunted as he walked up to America once the meeting had ended. He had a rather smug grin on his face. “As for what I want you to do it involves coming to my house, I will tell you there.” That gave him enough time to get everything necessary.
America puffed his cheeks out in anger, not wanting to do whatever England was planning. “Fiiiine, I’ll come over.” He said, tone making it obvious he was a bit annoyed and upset. “Anyways I’m going, next week sound good?”
“Sounds perfect America.”
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“Oh hello there.” England said, stepping aside to let America in. “Feel free to have a cup of tea I just made a fresh pot.” He led America to his living room and turning around again. “Now I shall get the necessary items for you, it won’t be long.
America sighed, sitting down on the couch and waiting. He hated tea after all and hated how England always offered it to him. It wasn’t long however when he saw England return and set down a number of items on his coffee table. “Get dressed in these, all of these.”
America gasped as he saw them. In the pile was a pink maid’s dress, the skirt part looking so short he had to wonder if it would cover his ass. There was also a pair of pink panties and some white stockings, pink flat shoes as well. “You’re joking…right?” He asked, looking over at England.
“Oh this is no joke.” England grinned, arms crossed. He was already picturing in his mind what America would look like, his cute round ass peeking out underneath the skirt. Oh if only he could get America to call him master, that would be perfect.
There was no way America could do it, he just…couldn’t. Still…a hero never broke a promise, no matter how embarrassing it was. A hero would do it with pride. Showing his middle finger to England he began to strip, tossing his clothes to the floor, shirt, then jeans, boxers, and socks, now left nude. A light blush was on his cheeks but he kept quiet as he slipped the panties on, tugging it over his ass. Next were the stockings, rolling them up his legs and to his thighs. Finally he slipped the dress on, tugging it down and turning around. “Lace it up.”
While England didn’t appreciate being ordered around he knew America couldn’t lace it himself. “Call me master and do not speak to me in that tone.” He quickly laced up the back, getting rather impatient with the dressing. Once he was done he stepped back, taking in the entire sight before him.
America had a deep blush on his cheeks, the dress barely reaching past his ass. Those stocking came up to his thighs, showing off just a little of skin. England knew he was starting to get hard just from looking, turning around so America wouldn’t see. “Since you are a maid you will start cleaning.” He said, grabbing a feather duster he had set in one of the drawers on the coffe table.
America let out a rather obnoxious sigh at that, rolling his eyes and grabbing the duster. He figured he might as well get it over with, heading over to where England’s TV was and starting to dust at the top. He was constantly worried about his dress hiking up, having to use one hand to hold it down and the other to clean.
“What a nice view.” England chuckled, seating himself down on his sofa as he watched. It was a nice sight indeed, America’s round ass occasionally poking out of the dress, panties showing.
America quickly flipped England the bird as he cleaned, hating how those panties bunched up around his ass, having to resist the urge to pick his wedgie in front of England. Once done with the TV he dusted a few shelves, not finding a lot of fust around. “What’s the point of a maid when your house is clean?” He asked, dusting a bit behind the TV now.
Oh god America was so dense. England smirked, not responding as he enjoyed the wonderful view. “After you’re done I need a few dishes washed.” He said, shifting a bit to conceal his trouser tent.
“Yeah yeah.” America said, eager to get this over with as he sat the duster down and headed to the kitchen, glad the other at least owned a dish washer.
“And you’ll be washing them by hand.” England said, following America and sitting himself down at his table. “I want you to work, not let a machine do it for you.” And he wanted to stare at America’s ass as he worked but only for a little. He had another idea, one that was sure to get rid of his problem in his pants.
America had grumbled at that, muttering curses under his breath as he filled up England’s sink with warm water and soap. Grabbing a plate that had been set in the other side of the sink America began to wash wirth one of the sponges there, scrubbing until it was clean and rinsing it off.
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“England what the fuck are you doing?” America asked in shock, turning his head to give the man a glare. His question though was ignored and instead he felt two hands on his ass, one groping each cheek. “You fucking stop right now or I’m out. Bet or no bet.”
England could only chuckle at that, giving both globes a squeeze. “You can leave America. You leave and I take the camera I have hidden in my living room and show the video at the next world conference.” A bit cliche he knew but having a hidden video camera was the easiest way to do this since he wasn’t as strong as America. Blackmail was way easier than fighting the man.
America gasped at that, not sure if he should believe England. The other could be bluffing but he could have also easily planned this out. “Why? You can’t fucking blackmail me.”
“Yes I can.” England said in a rather amused voice, giving a smack to America’s ass. “So you let me do what I want or I show that video. No big for you I’m sure, what with Cuba, Iran, Pakistan, and all your other friends there to watch.” He loved being sarcastic to America, putting the man in his place.
“Ah…f-fine.” America muttered, feeling so unhero-like bent over a sink in a dress while he was blackmailed. “Pervert.” He couldn’t tell if he was angry or scared but he did know he felt like crying. Being so easily defeated was humiliating.
England smiled at his easy win, fingers moving up to the elastic of the panties, gripping and slowly moving them down to America’s feet, letting the other step out. He was now greeted with America’s bare ass, round and plump and just perfect for a fucking. “You have such a good arse lad, one I just want to grope and slap and fuck.”
America whimpered atr hearing that, legs together now that he was exposed. He was no virgin luckily but he always preferred sex on his terms, where /he/ was the one in control. “J-Just…get on with it.” He snapped, teeth clenched in anger.
“Do not speak to me in that tone!” England snapped, giving America’s ass two harsh slaps, one to each cheek for punishment. His hands wandered up now, grabbing the fabric at America’s chest and pulling it down so he was now exposed.
All America could do was try and keep from making any noises as his chest was now open to the cool air. His silence was short lived however when he felt two hands groping his chest, squeezing the fat there and pinching both nipples. “Ah…” he gasped, hating how /good/ that actually felt.
“Getting a bit fat America.” England teased, squeezing again rather harshly. To be honest America wasn’t really fat but he had enough on him to make fun of and that was good enough for England.
America growled at that. “I’m not fa-” he was cut off as suddenly three fingers were forced into his mouth, holding his tongue down.
“Slick them up if you want any lubrication.” England hissed, other hand busy teasing one of America’s nipples, rolling it and pinching it between his fingers. America’s tongue was moving now, spreading saliva over his fingers until they were nice and slick. Once England was satisfied he moved his hand back to that delicious ass, spreading the cheek and pushing a single finger inside.
Amerca couldn’t help himself as he screamed out, muscles clenching down against the intruder. He couldn’t believe this was happening, that England was about to rape him while he was dressed like a maid. A few tears fell down his cheeks, unable to stop them now.
“Hush, it’s not that bad.” England said, tone a bit more gentle as he began to thrust his finger. He went slowly at first, waiting until America was starting to relax around it before speeding up. “Just relax, don’t clench down so hard.”
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England gave a slap to the others ass at being cursed at. He wanted to fuck the other already, cock straining desperately in his pants as he quickly thrusted and spread his fingers. “Damn, I can’t wait to be inside this, all warm and tight and perfect.”
America didn’t want to hear that, hear England talk about fucking him like this. Hopefully it would be over soon and he could just forget all about it. He suddenly felt the fingers leave his ass and did his best to stay calm, knowing the worst part of it all was next.
“Be thankful I have lube.” England smirked, breath hot against America’s ear. He had gotten a small bottle for this day, pulling it out of his pocket before taking out his own cock and slicking it up. Groping both cheeks now England didn’t even care to go slow as he thrusted himself in.
This time America’s screaming was louder than before, pain ripping through his entire body from suddenly being stretched. He had to keep telling himself that it would all be over soon, that soon England would finish up and he could go.
“Ah…yes nice and tight.” England groaned, bent over America as he started to thrust. Not wanting to let America get away humiliation free he reached around to grip the others softening cock, stroking it as he thrusted. “Enjoy it lad, no one will know.”
“N-No…” America whimpered, not wanting to be aroused as this happened, his cock getting hard as it was stroked. Soon, soon England would finish he repeated to himself silently, tears running down his face.
England began to lick and kiss the back of America’s neck, tasting sweat as he let his tongue drag alongst it. His thrusting sped up now, mind clouded over in pleasure as he fucked America hard.
“Ah…” America could feel his protate hit, pleasure shooting through his body and straight to his cock. He didn’t want to come, he didn’t want to enjoy it but damn now that the pain was almost gone it was feeling amazing. He couldn’t help the small moans that escaped his throat now, just wanting to come and be done with this.
England was close but no, America needed to come first, needed to enjoy it. “Ah, I see you’re loving it now.” He purred, nipping a small spot of skin at the back of America’s neck. He sped up again, thrusting madly and stroking in time with his movements, knowing America was close. Soon enough he felt those muscles clench up around his cock and stickiness on his hand, the tightness enough to bring him over the edge and fill America up with his seed.
England had pulled out soon after, tucking his cock back in his pants and regaining his composure. “Well, that will be all I’m wanting for our bet.” He said, grinning down at the other nation, watching his cum drip down America’s thighs. “You may stay here or leave, I think I’ll find a nice book to read.” And with that he had left the kitchen, leaving America alone.
When he was finally alone America let himself sink down to his knees, body trembling as he tried to stop his crying. At least he could go home now, go home and just forget this ever happened.
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Also, a quick tip: you've posted in the wrong Past Part Fills post. The current PPF post is Part 7: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/21753.html
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This was very well done. I feel bad for enjoying this sort of thing, but there it is. Part of me feels it would be cool to see the same sort of plot drawn out even further...Thanks for doing it!
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and gah that's what I get for not checking the kink meme often
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