Write me something

[louiselux]

Someone filled my head with concrete while I wasn't looking. Damn them. *shakes fist* I want to write something, but can only stare at my screen/page/nerveless fingers and cough pathetically.

So write me some smut thing instead! It worked last time. If you want a prompt you can have any or all of: character, pairing, word or two lines of poetry.

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[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Have some poetry: from My Rival by Rudyard Kipling

I go to concert, party, ball
What profit is in these?
I sit alone against the wall
And strive to look at ease.

[daegaer.livejournal.com]

Gonou hated Parent-Teacher meetings. Other teachers seemed to enjoy them, an enviable trait, he thought. He really couldn't stand dealing with the parents. So many people hadn't the faintest idea how to nourish their children's potential, and complained that he was too strict, or too soft, that he gave too much homework, or not enough. They rarely saw that he assigned precisely the amount of discipline and work that was needed for each child to be motivated to work, and to succeed. Instead they preferred to complain and say he wanted to be a teacher only because he enjoyed manipulating and bullying those smaller and weaker than himself. It was laughable. He had a real vocation for teaching, especially with willing and compliant pupils. To while away the tedium of the meetings, he'd review past lessons, seeing where he had succeeded well, or plan future ones out in the minutest of details. The parents would whine, and carp and tell him they weren't pleased, though they never came up with anything like a good reason. Gonou would smile gently, distantly, his attention on other matters.

Kanan's face, surprised and shocked as he explained in quiet, logical tones why his advances made perfect sense. Kanan on her knees, his hand tight in her hair as her soft, warm lips encircled his rigid flesh. Kanan nodding slowly as he told her that any report card of hers would have to read "Must try harder." Kanan on all fours, gasping obscenities and laughing as he paused to correct her grammar. Kanan taking a breath as he sorrowfully said he didn't approve of corporal punishment, but she was a very naughty girl. Kanan, flushed and sweating beneath him, urging him to great speed and vigour.

He smiled politely as another set of vaguely-dissatisfied parents left his office. No vocation, indeed! Hate the meetings he most certainly did, but Gonou loved being a teacher.

[daegaer.livejournal.com]

Hah! I've just seen that harukami also has a Teacher!Hakkai smutlet :-)

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

It's the flavour of the month! I'm not complaining...

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Oh my god. This is all sorts of wrong but yet is so *exactly* right and I absolutely love it. I think my brain's having some sort of meltdown. Wow. Thnak you!!

[daegaer.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it :-)

[mistressrenet.livejournal.com]

XD

[daegaer.livejournal.com]

Thank you :-)