Hetalia kink meme ([personal profile] hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:55 pm

Hetalia kink meme part 24

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hetalia kink meme
part 24


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(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you everyone!

OP: I'm so glad that you liked it! I've enough long fills going. It was nice to do something a bit shorter. Though, it turned out about twice as long as I thought it was going to be.

Anon2: Thank you! There have been some amazing, but pretty intense fills writing and updated on the kink meme lately. I thought that was just my imagination.

Anon3: Perfect? Wow. I'm blushing so much right now, you have no idea. Thanks! ^_^

Anon4: That's the beauty of shorter fills for me, I tend to focus more on the little things, which I really should do when I write all the time. Thank you. :D

Re: Any/Any - Bare Hand Intimacy

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, wait, wait, wait! Don't be sad. As the A!A of the fill up above, I must speak up.

Please, write another fill for this. I can't see how OP would mind it, especially since you're considering the Norway/Canada that OP asked for in the bonus. I wish I could write that, but I'm afraid that I wouldn't do Norway justice in a fill for this request. And that's rather important.

Second or even multiple fills are never discouraged. Please, go ahead and write any one of those three or whatever other combination you can think of. Please?

OP

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Pretty much what the above A!A said. It would be absolutely wonderful if you wanted to fill as well!

Re: Any/Any: Transformation

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
hmmmm! I have an EstFin idea, would you be down for that?

Background: apparently Estonia has a long tradition with werewolves.

OP

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Cool take on the prompt, A!anon! I never thought of England having mental illness... I guess it's just something that sometimes happens in families, huh?

I liked that Alfred reacted so realistically. I mean, I could see my dad doing that. Francis was good too, since he's probably far more empathetic than Alfred. And poor Matthew; he's probably got no idea what's going on...

And poor, poor Alice. I can't if she's schizophrenic, or it's some other disorder, but again, interesting take! Thanks for the fill!

Re: Fill (1d/1)

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
oh wow!! I'm genuinely surprised by the comments, I didn't think it would get so many. Thank you all so so much! <3 I'm glad you all enjoyed this silly little fill. :)

Re: OP

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
I know we've all had that moment, OP. It is fine.

Re: Germany/Austria--- Big, strong hands

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
My life. It needs this. So, so bad.

Gift 5a/?

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
Angelique = Seychelles
Annabeth = New Zealand
Hong = Hong Kong

Tea was not a pleasant affair. Arthur sat in his crisp white shirt, the dark green of the room making him stand out like a bleach stain. “I do hope you enjoy earl grey; it’s what I had Hong put on.”

Francis smiled back, stating lightly, “I happen to enjoy a good cup of tea, regardless of the type.” He did not; it was a lie. It made him think of the time he and his cousin had drank water from a puddle soaked up with leaves. Admittedly, most tea was cleaner than that, but the slightest bit of sediment made him want to spit it back out.

They were sitting at a small table, a tray of stiffly whipped meringue puffs unobtrusively slid onto the edge of it. The teapot, which was gold-edged, but otherwise simply, sat on its tray, along with the cream, sugar and honey. Francis made much use of all three, attempting to drown the flavor of the tea.

Hong had poured their cups already, and stood behind Arthur’s chair with that same blank expression on his face. Francis had once heard that Orientals were particularly difficult to read; indeed, they were supposed to be masters of hiding their emotions. Hong seemed to live up to the tales quite fully.

Rhys was another story. He was doing well, all things considered, but he was swaying a bit, shifting from foot to foot; he even seemed to try to twist away a little before reprimanding himself back to a good posture.

Francis knew Arthur upset him; it was not as though Francis enjoyed being around him either. However, it couldn’t be helped, and he took a sip of his tea politely. “Very good.”

Arthur smiled, though it looked more like a smirk. “I see. That’s wonderful.” He leaned forward a bit, dropping a spot of cream into his tea. “But, let’s talk about more important things, like our wedding.”

“Yes, let’s,” Francis said, taking care to keep the misery out of his voice, and instead present his usual face, with a slight smile at the corners of his mouth, and an interested look in his eyes.

Arthur continued on like he didn’t particularly care if Francis was excited or not. “My family, meaning me, is making all the arrangements of course, because it will be in England, on my grounds, in the family church.”

He didn’t give Francis the chance to object. “You will be wearing a silk suit which has been passed down in my family for generations, used specifically for those of your… situation.”

Francis didn’t know why he was reluctant to use the term ‘husband inferior.’ When it was a homosexual union, the men were distinguished between with the titles as the aforementioned and ‘husband superior,’ and the husband superior was given complete control over the husband inferior. It had been a few centuries ago that this had been introduced in France; it was only marginally newer in England.

Giving a weak nod, Francis said, “I see. I had hoped to wear something my mother prepared-“

“Simply can’t be done. We can’t break tradition, now can we?” Arthur continued on, brushing aside Francis’s objection like it was a bit of stray sugar on the table. “The honeymoon will have to be cut short; I have a lot of business to take care of, and I can’t be expected to play with you in bed all day.”

Rhys was unbearably red at that. Francis wasn’t sure if it shocked his delicate composition, or if it brought back bad memories. He decided to move on the conversation, clearing his throat. “No, of course not. I wouldn’t wa- expect you to.”

Francis cursed himself for the near slip up. Arthur didn’t need to know he found the thought of intercourse with him about as lovely as bathing in a bog. However, Arthur didn’t seem to notice.

“And afterwards, of course, there’s the issue of a mistress. I would like to get started on passing on my line as soon as possible; have you any girls, well-bred, of course, that you would recommend?” Arthur didn’t bat an eye at the mention of having intercourse with someone else so soon after his wedding.





Gift 5b/?

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
Francis shouldn’t have been surprised; this was all business to Arthur. In a homosexual union, if it were of a high enough class, there would generally be a mistress to carry on the family line. Her background didn’t matter quite so much as the spouse’s, and they tended to be anywhere from slave to middle class; never upper class, however. It would be absolutely shameful to even suggest such a thing. High-born girls were meant for marriage or spinsterhood alone.

“I’m afraid I don’t have anyone I recommend,” Francis said, feeling a little sorry for the girl who would end up being a glorified baby maker. She was sure not to be treated by Arthur any better than he was. He was for show, and she would be for carrying on the family line and nothing else.

“Pity. There’s a New Zealander girl I had lined up for the position, but circumstances changed, and now I’m in the lurch,” Arthur said, taking another sip from his tea.

Rhys tensed up next to Francis, in such a way that he couldn’t help but notice. Rhys’s mouth opened and closed, but just as the slightest sound, the beginning of a question, began to come out, Hong was at his side and briskly pulling him to the small stove in the room, murmuring about needing to fix more tea. And that wasn’t necessarily ludicrous, since it was such a tiny teapot; if Arthur wanted any more, then they would indeed need another pot.

Francis wondered what Rhys knew about the New Zealander girl, and how she fit in to all of this; but it was a mystery he would have to leave alone for now. He gave Arthur a false sympathetic smile. “Isn’t it how it always happens…”

“Indeed. Slave girls have no self-control; you’d practically need clamps to keep their legs shut,” Arthur said, giving his tea cup a frown.

Francis could see Rhys shaking out of the corner of his eye, and he suspected it was with anger. Whatever had happened, though, he had better keep himself under control; Francis refused to have to punish Rhys when it was avoidable. “That hasn’t been my experience,” Francis surmised, taking a sip of his own tea, though he hated the taste.

Arthur raised an eyebrow, saying, “Then how do you suppose they get pregnant so often? Really, you cannot suspect that their masters are preoccupied with them! There are far easier avenues for pleasure; no, it is simply the slaves, with their wanton looks and ill-guided actions that tempt the masters far too much.”

It made Francis sick to think he’d ever thought that way. He’d been one of the foolish people who insisted slaves invited intercourse, that they were simply impish and bucking authority. Not until after he’d met Angelique, a beautiful slave girl with skin the color of chocolate toffee and a vivacious attitude, had he opened his eyes to the fact that the slaves were the victims of a game of power.

“I see,” was all he said, though, and carefully he took another sip of tea. He wasn’t here to convince Arthur to his side; he was here simply to survive.

“Yes. Indeed, they almost throw themselves at anyone who will have them,” Arthur continued, sniffing and acting as though he had been personally accosted in such a way. “They’re worse than prostitutes, because they don’t even get paid for it. The New Zealander girl was, pardon me, for lack of a better word, a whore.”

Francis hadn’t been looking, so he didn’t see Rhys’s face flushed with anger until he started speaking.

“Annabeth is not a whore! What did you do with her?!” He was standing there, fists clenched, fear forgotten in the face of anger.

Apparently he did know the New Zealander girl, and fairly well, too. Francis didn’t want to intervene, but he stood up, walking over to Rhys’s side. “Rhys, step outside a moment; you need to cool off.”

Gift 5c/?

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
Barking out a laugh, Arthur said, “I see you don’t have control over him yet; I suppose I never did break him in properly.” His face clearly said, ‘I don’t talk to slaves.’

Rhys’s shoulders were heaving, as he said, “Tell me what you did to her! Where is she?!”

“You really should get him under control; I could file a charge that he’s insubordinate to you on your behalf,” Arthur threatened, though he was clearly masquerading with it being a charitable answer.

“I’ll handle it,” Francis said, perhaps a little too forcefully. He seized Rhys by the shoulders, and thank the lord he was stronger, because he was able to drag him out the door. It didn’t stop Rhys from repeating his questions, demanding answers, pleading for news of Annabeth. It made Francis feel bad, but he didn’t want Rhys to be whipped.

He could hear Arthur chuckling as he closed the door. He looked over to Rhys sharply, saying, “Did you want to be punished? I don’t want to punish, I really don’t, but if he files a charge, then I’ll have to! Do you want that?!”

Rhys glared down at his shoes, fists clenching. “She’s- she’s- I have to know! You don’t understand, it’s my fault!”

“No, you’re right, I don’t understand why you’re jeopardizing both our positions!” Francis snapped back; his feathers had been ruffled by that situation. He could only imagine Arthur trying to provoke this again, use it to pressure him…

Rhys’s lips pressed tightly together, and he looked properly guilty. “She’s not a whore. She never even, well, she didn’t.”

Francis sighed. “I’m sure she didn’t; I don’t believe a word from Arthur. But we have to go back in there, and you have to keep your temper. Understand?”

Rhys nodded, and Francis took it as good enough.

They reentered the room, to Hong sedately pouring more tea for Arthur and Arthur watching the doorway with interest.

Fortunately, the rest went smoothly. There were no more incidents.

Re: Minifill Ahoy: Why Arthur Kirkland Detests Forty Minute Wars

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh Lord, and we gave them that Gatling gun. Terribly ungrateful."</i . . . that line is perfectly in character, and deeply hilarious. But the whole thing was funny. Well done/

Re: Gift 5c/?

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
I really like how something that was supposed to be a simple oneshot is growing into a real story with intrigues and good plot. Always looking forward to the updates of this, A!A.

Re: Gift 5c/?

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
Sadly, the theory that "Slaveowners couldn't possibly be interested in lowly scum like slaves!" was very real. As was the belief that slaves tried to get slave owner sexual attention for favors.

OP

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
Oooh, yes! I'd love something like that :)

It sounds really interesting too; what little I've seen of that pairing I've ended up really enjoying!

Re: Nighttime Disturbance 2/2

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
It sounds more like OCD. It is eery how similar the feelings that Alice has to my own OCD. OCD is commonly associated with the anxiety around germs or compulsive hand washing. From my own perspective I would describe it as a persistant feeling of anxiety that something is wrong and that it can lead to something bad if it not in some way addressed. So you get the three things A) something is wrong B)something bad will happen if something is not done C)action or must be done to fix it (and must be done 'correctly' or enough for any relief). You can fill in A, B, and C with an assortment of things and the anxiety can come at all sorts of levels from annoyance to someone will die. Medications like antidepressants seem to commonly help quite a bit and there are different kinds of therapies one can try as well

Re: Nighttime Disturbance 2/2

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
Edit by OCD poster above: "the anxiety can come at all sorts of levels from annoyance to *FEELING LIKE someone will die"

Re: Any/Any - Thigh highs/boots

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Finland was exhausted. It had been one of those days that never ended, a day where even after working for hours it still felt as though he’d achieved nothing. By evening time, Finland couldn’t bear the sight of his desk still buried in papers, files, junk and not a few work proposals. It was time to go home and get some sleep before coming back tomorrow to continue the never ending battle.

Arriving home half an hour later, the only thing Finland wanted to see as he walked through the door was food, booze and Sweden though perhaps not in that order. But as he peered around the dark entrance way, it didn’t appear as though Sweden was home yet. There were no signs of activity on the first floor and the faint smell of food make Finland worry that he might have missed dinner but Sweden would have texted him if he needed to eat early so where was he?

Finland climbed the stairs to the second floor and saw the soft light coming out from under their bedroom door and frowned. It was too early for bed and he had wanted to at least spend some time with Sweden today before having to get some rest. He opened to door half intending to snap a little at Sweden but then caught sight of the figure on the bed illuminated by the bedside lamp and all thoughts and blood left his brain to pool in a very specific area.

He almost couldn’t believe his eyes. Finland moved closer and drank in the view of Sweden reclined on the pillows, his arms behind his head, eyes closed and glasses gone, completely naked except for a pair of black leather thigh high boots that clung to his legs like a second skin. His ankles were crossed and it only served to make his already long legs look even longer; an imposing yet stunning figure in repose.

Finland swallowed hard and yanked his coat off to drop it next to the bed then kicked off his shoes and socks. There was only one thing he wanted now and it involved a lot less clothing than he was currently wearing. The sounds woke Sweden up who’d been napping and when he saw Finland in the room, he sat up and made to get out of the bed.

“No! Don’t. Don’t move,” Finland ordered. “Just lay back down please?”

Sweden raised an eyebrow but complied, laying back on the bed but keeping his eyes on Finland who turned a little red but continued to shuck of clothes until he was down to his underwear.

“I want to look for a bit,” Finland murmured and he moved to sit down on the edge of the bed, the mattress settling under his weight. He stared at Sweden, his gaze hot and heavy as he admired Sweden laid out for him. “This is incredible. You look incredible.”

He reached out and placed a hand on Sweden’s exposed thigh and ran it down his leg to glide over the leather and back up to rub the inside of his legs. Sweden reached down and covered Finland’s hand with his own. “Expected you home earlier. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“Work was terrible,” Finland admitted. “But this definitely makes up for everything. Believe me.”

He leaned over and kissed Sweden who responded in full, kissing him back and pulling him closer until Finland almost fell on top of him. When they broke away, Finland sat back and pulled one of Sweden’s legs into his lap and ran his hands over his foot, up his calf and back down to the toes, caressing his leg through the leather and avoiding the sharp heel. They really were beautiful boots, glossy and brand new. They did appear to fit nicely though Finland was certain that they had not been designed with a huge Swedish man in mind.

He was distracted by Sweden pulling his leg free from Finland’s arms and ever so carefully, he slid his booted foot down the bulge in Finland’s underwear then gently hooked his toes under his balls and pressed up. Finland had to grit his teeth and try to suppress the urge to rip off his underwear and grind himself up against Sweden’s legs until he came and made a mess of the shoes.

“Any preference?” Finland asked breathlessly.

“You fuck me,” Sweden replied quietly. “Make me beg.”

Re: Any/Any - Thigh highs/boots

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
A sly grin crossed Finland’s face and he pushed Sweden’s leg back to the bed. “ I could. But I don’t think I will.”

Sweden stared at him, surprised and Finland smirked.

“No, I’ve got a better idea. How about you fuck yourself and I sit here and watch. And do you afterwards of course,” Finland purred.

Sweden couldn’t repress the shudder of anticipation that ran through his body at the thought. “You’re going to have to grab some stuff for me though. Can’t walk in these boots,” he said, looking at the bureau where they stored their toys.

Finland burst out laughing. “Really Berwald. Are those women’s boots then?”

“Course.” replied Sweden. “I don’t think they make boots like this for men, at least not that I saw. Stilettos. Never again. I almost broke my neck walking from the closet.”

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Finland promised and Sweden wanted to get up and pull Finland into another kiss but he had already gotten up and was digging through a drawer for lube and a dildo. Eventually he found the one he wanted and moved back to the bed, offering up the objects to Sweden who took them and Finland moved back towards the foot of the bed and sat back, watching Sweden’s every move with heated eyes.

Sweden had already popped open the lube and had his fingers coated. He had large hands and made good use of them, slipping one, two then three fingers into himself and thrusting, spreading himself open for Finland’s gaze. His other hand was around his cock, gently teasing himself, not providing enough pressure to actually come, but putting everything into giving a good show. It didn’t take him long to replace his fingers with the dildo and seek out that spot that made his toes curl and his chest heave, the boots sliding across the covers as he tried to brace himself.

Finland at the foot of the bed, was feeling his restraint creak every time Sweden bucked his hips and moaned, the noises making the room so much hotter. His eyes were locked between Sweden’s thighs, loving the sight of Sweden pleasuring himself so thoroughly for him. It was beautiful but eventually it became too much for him to bear. He couldn’t wait anymore.

“New plan Sve,” Finland choked out and he flung himself onto Sweden, pushing his hand away from his cock and after a moment’s hesitation, he pulled the dildo out with a slick noise to hastily place on the bedside table. “I’m fucking you right now.”

Sweden’s response was to spread his legs even farther and nod, a hint of a smirk curling across his lips as if he was almost proud of himself. Finland didn’t need anymore convincing. Underwear was yanked off and he snatched for the lube and slathered some on his cock before tossing it who knew where. The height difference didn’t make it easy for him scramble between Sweden’s legs and haul them over his shoulder, forcing Sweden to practically bend in half but both of them were too eager to care.

If Finland had been able to, he would have paused to enjoy the sight of Sweden desperate for him, his beautiful legs over his shoulders, the black leather contrasting so well with his pale thighs and red cock and the flush that seemed to infuse his entire body.

Instead he lined up his cock and pushed into Sweden in one smooth motion, both of them grimacing with pleasure at the connection of their bodies.

Finland didn’t wait to move, wrapping his arms around Sweden’s thighs to get a better grip, allowing him to set a hard pace, making Sweden throw his head back and moan, adding to the sounds of Finland’s heavy breathing and the slide of his cock.

Re: Any/Any - Thigh highs/boots

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Neither were going to last long so Finland threw himself into it, almost heedless of Sweden’s pleasure except that he did sort of try to aim for that certain spot but more than anything he wanted to fuck Sweden into the bed, rub him raw and make him scream for wearing those gorgeous boots. Sweden reached down and tried to grab at his cock again, but Finland shook his head no and pushed deeper, signaling to him to stop. Sweden huffed but obeyed, digging one hand into the covers, the other clenched into a fist that he crushed into his collarbone and pressed back under the blissful onslaught. Far too soon, the heat and tightness of Sweden, his smell, his bulk, his voice was too much for Finland and the waves of pleasure were overwhelming him. He dug his fingers into the leather and buried himself into Sweden and came hard, cursing softly as his body and mind turned itself inside out.

For a second, Finland held himself there and pressed his face into the black leather, eyes closed and mind blank but Sweden shifted against his shoulder and he came back to see his lover looking at him with desperate eyes, his cock hot and heavy between his legs, arms still tightly held to the sides, shaking slightly. Quickly, Finland shifted Sweden’s legs from his shoulders and pulled out, dragging out a soft moan and sunk down between his thighs to take his cock into his mouth and bring him to completion, teasing and licking until Sweden put his hands onto his head weakly trying to knock him away, overwhelmed.

All the exhaustion that Finland had felt suddenly came rushing back as the air cooled around them and he wanted nothing more than to curl up to Sweden and refuse to move for the next few years. Instead he carefully extricated himself from Sweden’s legs and crawled to his side to flop down on the bed, snuggling close and running his hand up and down his chest, eager to give a sweeter touch after being rough. Eventually Sweden’s breathing came back under his control and he reached out to take Finland’s hand in his own.

“Berwald?” Finland asked quietly. “How did you know that I liked thigh high boots?”

“Saw your search history on the computer. Saw you looking at those models and stuff. So I decided to surprise you,” Sweden mumbled, tired. “It worked I assume.”

Finland chuckled and burrowed closer, tucking himself under his chin and wrapping his arms around Sweden’s chest. “It did surprise me. And I like them a lot.”

“You can borrow them if you want to sometime, wouldn’t be surprised if they fit you better” Sweden offered, ulterior motive blatantly obvious.

“I just might have to take you up on that.”

The End.

I hope the OP likes this. I'm a bit out of writing practice but I tried to make it hot. XD

Re: Gift 5c/?

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
All the stuff relating to the slavery breaks my heart... and sadly, just like the anon above said, it's all too accurate. Everything Arthur says makes my skin crawl. But then again, that's how it's supposed to be.

One of the worst things is how you have no control over whether you can stay with your friends and family or not: if the owner decides to sell you but not your loved ones, there's nothing you can do about it. That just fills me with such anger that I can't even deal with it... Apparently people used to (and probably still do, since it's not like slavery is completely gone yet) have a system of adoption as a coping mechanism and sometimes even viewing all fellow slaves as their family, whether they even knew each other or not.

Btw, I really appreciate the hints that Francis used to have these disgusting beliefs too. It feels realistic and also sort of fair. And how he doesn't quite understand the slaves' feelings, not yet at least (not that you can really ever understand if you haven't gone through it yourself, but you know what I mean, like he doesn't understand what PTSD is, etc.)

Re: Aut disce aut discede [2c/?]

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll take another, thank you.

Re: Nighttime Disturbance 2/2

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
I can't help but to be reminded of how adopted children, especially if not adopted as babies but later, tend to have psychological issues... It's a really, really sad and unfair thing, but it's understandable too: not only the circumstances, meaning the anxiety that comes with losing parents and getting new ones but also possible abuse or neglect (physical or psychological, both have a psychological effect) or genetic factors (if biological parents had mental problems and that lead to losing custody which happens a lot).

Alfred here reminds me of my own dad when he found out I had mental problems... x_x Thankfully I was older than Alice and able to argue against him and luckily he eventually learned to accept that I needed help too (just like Alfred, only it took years, not days). It's obvious that he was upset because he cared about me and he didn't know how to deal with it because he came from a culture where such things were a taboo. So I don't really blame him. Well, at least I know I shouldn't. But maybe I do a little. It doesn't matter anymore, though, since everything's good now.

Anyway, sorry, I barely said anything about the fic itself... I don't really know what to say except that it felt all too familiar and realistic... With the exception of how quickly Alfred changed his mind, though that might be just me and my own experience... But still felt a bit sudden. But otherwise it was good. Heartbreaking but good. And I AM glad for the happy(?) end.

Re: Nighttime Disturbance 2/2

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
To me it seems like OCD is a part of it but not the whole story. It sounded like she had actual hallucinations... I guess it could be a bad case of OCD but I didn't get the impression (at least from this). And obsessive-compulsive behaviour is a common symptom in many mental disorders. But she seemed to genuinely believe there was something after her, or that's how I understood it. In OCD it's more like just a feeling and you realize that it's stupid but you can't help it.

To me it seemed more like some type of schizophrenia, but I'm not a professional nor do I know what the authornon was going for so I might very well be wrong, obviously.

Re: Any/Any - Thigh highs/boots

(Anonymous) 2013-01-21 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
For some reasons, most FinSu fics that I find on KM contain high quality smut and this was no exception. This was hot and good, anon.