English/smeyer
PAIRING: English/smeyer
AUTHOR: jantalaimon
STYLE/WARNINGS: Crack. Intentionally painful prose.
LENGTH: heh 152 words.
English drew his tattered trousers up, trying his best to hold the broken remains of zipper closed. He remembered when it had been far easier to fend off the advances of unruly authors, with their throbbingly turgid prose and blatantly obvious symbolism. These days, though, it had become much more difficult.
Smeyer grinned happily, much like a cat who’d washed down a canary with a bucket of fresh cream. “Our sales confirm we’ve tied the knot, darling. Never fear, I’ve made an honest man of you. It’s OK to fully consummate our love!”
English brushed a carelessly tousled sable lock of hair out of his obsidian eyes, which were far from the only thing that sparkled as he beheld his blushing bride. Her supple limbs quivered in anticipation as she sprang upon English and bore him down to the forest floor to have her way with him, there amongst the nodding violets.
AUTHOR: jantalaimon
STYLE/WARNINGS: Crack. Intentionally painful prose.
LENGTH: heh 152 words.
English drew his tattered trousers up, trying his best to hold the broken remains of zipper closed. He remembered when it had been far easier to fend off the advances of unruly authors, with their throbbingly turgid prose and blatantly obvious symbolism. These days, though, it had become much more difficult.
Smeyer grinned happily, much like a cat who’d washed down a canary with a bucket of fresh cream. “Our sales confirm we’ve tied the knot, darling. Never fear, I’ve made an honest man of you. It’s OK to fully consummate our love!”
English brushed a carelessly tousled sable lock of hair out of his obsidian eyes, which were far from the only thing that sparkled as he beheld his blushing bride. Her supple limbs quivered in anticipation as she sprang upon English and bore him down to the forest floor to have her way with him, there amongst the nodding violets.