Talking Dirty (Fanfic100)
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Title: Talking Dirty
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Satou/Takagi (General series)
Prompt: #37—sound
Word Count: 253 words
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: She seemed calm. Like she hadn’t just made his brain explode. Satou/Takagi, language warning
They were just walking along, calm as can be, when out of the blue, Satou asked Takagi a question. "Do you want to fuck me?"
If there was ever a question that could freeze the shy officer in his tracks, that would be it. He stopped cold and stared at her, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. "W-what?"
"I asked if you want to fuck me," she said calmly, like she was merely discussing the weather or something equally mundane. Like she hadn't just made his brain explode both from the language and the force of running through every possible ramification of that question and his answer.
"W-well...I...umm..." Takagi couldn't get his mouth to cooperate for the life of him. He was far too busy trying to get his mind to stop thinking things like that! But Takagi had never really had much luck reining his imagination in--especially where Satou was concerned, and holy crap he was probably going to burst into flames if this didn't stop...
And then he noticed that Satou was giggling. "I was just kidding," she laughed; she patted him on the head and walked ahead, still obviously amused at the reaction she'd gotten out of him.
Takagi stared after her, lost in his thoughts and the melodious sound of her laughter. Now that was just downright mean...but since she was walking ahead of him, now he actually had a good view of her...
He needed to stop thinking. Like right now.
Thinking was the enemy.
PS. Written for
wolf_crossbreed, also on that lovely little smexy meme. LJ memes churn out lots and lots of ficcage for Auntie Candy-chan, in case you hadn’t noticed :) I don’t know how in character this, but damned if the idea didn’t amuse me to no end. Poor Takagi. He’s so cute. I want to cuddle him!
Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Satou/Takagi (General series)
Prompt: #37—sound
Word Count: 253 words
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: She seemed calm. Like she hadn’t just made his brain explode. Satou/Takagi, language warning
They were just walking along, calm as can be, when out of the blue, Satou asked Takagi a question. "Do you want to fuck me?"
If there was ever a question that could freeze the shy officer in his tracks, that would be it. He stopped cold and stared at her, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. "W-what?"
"I asked if you want to fuck me," she said calmly, like she was merely discussing the weather or something equally mundane. Like she hadn't just made his brain explode both from the language and the force of running through every possible ramification of that question and his answer.
"W-well...I...umm..." Takagi couldn't get his mouth to cooperate for the life of him. He was far too busy trying to get his mind to stop thinking things like that! But Takagi had never really had much luck reining his imagination in--especially where Satou was concerned, and holy crap he was probably going to burst into flames if this didn't stop...
And then he noticed that Satou was giggling. "I was just kidding," she laughed; she patted him on the head and walked ahead, still obviously amused at the reaction she'd gotten out of him.
Takagi stared after her, lost in his thoughts and the melodious sound of her laughter. Now that was just downright mean...but since she was walking ahead of him, now he actually had a good view of her...
He needed to stop thinking. Like right now.
Thinking was the enemy.
PS. Written for
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Thanks for reading, all! Much love!