On LJs New Policies, and Smutty Drabble Requests!

[said_scarlett]

You know, LJs new policies are clear, pretty well written, and damn sane and sensible. And honestly, I think their new policies regarding child pornography are sensible, sane, and pretty much the same as any other website. There's still some wording that leaves some debate and could use some cleaning up, but hey, we've gotten actual word from official LJ staff that text depicting minors in sexual situations... isn't a violation of any TOS or rules.

I do wish they'd clear up some of the issues regarding art, but I can only hope they're on the right track. And admitting that yes, non-photographic images of minors engaged in sex isn't illegal, they just don't want it here. Which, hey, I may not exactly be happy with that, but it's their decision and they're being pretty up front about it.

I'm just glad they finally realized that yes, smutty fan fiction with teenagers isn't child porn.

I think this calls for another round of Porn for the Revolution!

So give me a pairing and a prompt, and I'll write you between 100 and 500 words of pure smut! Bonus points if the characters are teenagers. ;)

(In other news, five hours of being in the weak sun and I'm sun burnt. I think I need a parasol.)

Comments

[colortheory.livejournal.com]

Guess what? The day after the college announced that it was effectively kicking its upperclassmen off campus to make way for freshmen, President Bassis Assis sent around an e-mail announcing a tuition hike.

What the hell, dude. I'm so pissed off right now. /rant in entirely the wrong place

Anyway...drabble drabble drabble. Hmm.

[colortheory.livejournal.com]

...Wow. Accidentally posted before I was ready to and I can't find the edit button on your new layout. XD

ANYWAY.

UM.

damned, Renji/Valyn (showers)

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

WTF? ARGH I WANT TO STRANGLE THE HEAD OF YOUR COLLEGE!

I AM WORKING ON YOUR FIC AS WE SPEAK!

[nijawial.livejournal.com]

I am sun burned as well. Next time I will have to remember to apply some sun screen before stepping outdoors for that long... either that or we need to remember to stick to the shade more.

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

Stupid ass sun! I woke up and my arms and face were all pink and itchy. :(

[ragdoll.livejournal.com]

If you can stand it Bill/Charlie. Teenage boys messing about is just fine. prompt: fantasy

If not, um Charlie/Tonks...as teenagers! :) same prompt. :)

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

It's been a long time since I wrote any Bill/Charlie, but I think I can manage. ;)

The hardest thing was keeping quiet. There were far too many strangled gasps, muffled screams, and terrified pauses as the bed thumped. There was a great deal of lip biting and burying of faces in pillows and whispered suggestions that maybe they should put a blanket between the headboard and the wall, or the legs of the bed and the floor.

But they never did. They meant to, but by the time they remembered it was too late. There would be a noise, but Bill would be doing something with his hand that left Charlie incapable of so much as standing up, let alone carefully lifting the bed, and the entire process would begin again.

It was easier under the blankets. They helped to remind them both that they had to keep quiet, had to be silent, had to be secretive. It almost added something to the experience. Charlie squeezing his eyes shut as he and Bill ‘practiced’ kissing, tongues tangled together and breathing rapid and heavy. And the warmth and the darkness pressing down on them, urging them to tangle more than just lips and tongues, and always, always trying to muffle the noises of their ‘practice’.

As it progressed, it only got worse. Bill learned the fine art of biting down on the blanket to silence himself, and Charlie found himself stuffing his fist in his mouth, lest they make some noise that caught the attention of their parents.

It was easiest when they lay on top of each other, mouths locked together, fingers twined as they stroked each other’s cocks with hectic, awkward teenage abandon. Screams and moans were swallowed then, and they could move together without much fear until they both climaxed in the darkness of their shared bedroom.

And then belatedly remember that really, they ought to put something down to muffle the sounds of the bed when it jumped or rocked.

[kanara.livejournal.com]

Misa/Light - she won't take no for an answer

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

“Oh, Ligh-ight!”

Misa stepped out the bathroom, her hair still wet and her short pink robe haphazardly tied. It was falling open, showing the curves of her breasts. It fell to mid-thigh, her lean legs still slick from her bath. It was clear what was on her mind.

Light was on the couch, hunched over his laptop. “I’m busy,” was his only reply. Misa pouted and stalked across the room and grabbed the computer, setting it on the coffee table.

“No you aren’t,” she protested, pushing him down on the couch before he could react. “You promised Misa that when we moved in together, we’d be just like a real couple!”

And they were going to be. Misa held Light’s wrists, straddling him, her loosely tied robe falling open. She was naked underneath, glistening and fresh from the bath, and she wasn’t going to allow another night to pass without Light performing his boy friendly duties. After all she’d done for him, it was the least he could do!

And he could try not to look so bored! Misa bit at her lower lip before leaning down and kissing at Light’s neck. Her breasts brushed against his chest and she moved lower, her arms stretching as she kept her grip on his wrists. She wriggled, sliding her naked body over Light’s, feeling him react even though he sighed and rolled his eyes.

She had to move his arms, taking both his wrists in one hand so she could undo the zipper of his jeans. She wrapped her fingers around his hardening erection, coaxing it to fullness while she met his eyes with a mischievous smile. Light was hard in her hand, and she lowered her head to kiss the tip of his erection before moving up his body once again. She let the tips of her breasts brush against his now-bare skin, shivering at the contact.

He didn’t look quite so bored now, Misa noted. She straddled him, reaching between them to guide him between her legs. In a moment, she was riding him, back arched and breasts thrust forward. Now her hands were against his, and their fingers entwined, and Light was moving against her. His head was tipped back, and Misa leaned down and kissed his throat, squealing quietly as she bucked and twisted on top of him.

Light’s mouth was open, and Misa kissed him, shuddering in delight at the feel of their bodies together in so intimate a way. He was gripping her hands and kissing her back and Misa couldn’t help but feel a bit of smug satisfaction.

Maybe he’d remember this, the next time he said he was ‘too busy’.

[chaneystarr.livejournal.com]

Shana/Rena. Ladylike. (Or unladylike, if you feel like it. Or both! I don't know, I'm feeling random XD)

I was tempted to request a random Zed/Valyn, but they're not teenagers. XD

Send me some of your weak sun, would you? I think I've forgotten it exists. :(

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

The women’s bathing tent in the camp was empty. That was why Rena preferred going long after the moon had risen and most everyone else was asleep. She liked having it to herself - it was probably silly. She wasn’t shy, having been bathed and dressed by slaves since she was born, but it was different to share a bath with other women.

Especially when they started talking about how exotic and handsome her brother was!

Besides, it was nice to just relax in the quiet of the empty bath tent and try not to worry about anything and everything.

Slipping out of the odd, draping garment Kala had given her, Rena clambered up the side of one of the large wooden tubs filled with water. It was cool and deep, and absolutely perfect.

She stood with her lower legs on the steps, letting them soak up the cool water, and was completely caught off guard when the door opened. Rena was so surprised that she yelped and toppled right off the steps and into the giant tub, dousing herself completely.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in here….”

Rena kicked and splashed and grabbed the edge of the tub, peering over it through a curtain of short, wet hair. It was Shana. Rena couldn’t help but flush at being caught in so undignified a position by the woman.

“I like taking my bath at night,” Rena explained, nervously. “There’s no one else here…”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m here. I can leave…?”

“Oh, no!” Rena shook her head. “No, it’s fine.” She couldn’t stop the fluttering of her heart as she looked at the red haired wizard. She was everything Rena wished she could be. And she couldn’t stop the flush that colored her cheeks when Shana nonchalantly stripped out of her tunic and pants.

Rena had never seen so much muscle on a woman. Shana was all tight and lean and hard, but not like the gladiators. And she was still so feminine. Even with all that muscle, her breasts were still larger than Rena’s.

No wonder Lorryn was so taken with her. Rena supposed she’d be pretty taken, too. If she were a man.

“I’ll just take another tub,” Shana said, smiling and hopping easily over the edge. She moved like a cat! Oh, Rena would give anything to be that agile, that strong! And that pretty…

She knew she was being very silly, but she couldn’t help it. And she couldn’t help staring, when Shana made no attempt to bathe modestly. At all.

What was the matter with her? She was an elven lady, not a…a lecherous male! But she had to bite her lower lip and sink deeper into the water until only her eyes were visible over the edge of the tub. Shana was bending and arching and twisting and Rena’s breath was quickening and she was feeling very warm in the pit of her stomach.

This wasn’t right at all. Rena found herself squeezing her thighs together very tightly, and biting her lower lip until it hurt. But it felt good, pressing her thighs together like that. It sent a little shiver up her spine, and before she knew it she was rubbing them together, biting her thumb and staring at Shana as the red haired girl lathered soap over her body.

Maybe she’d gone mad out in the desert. That was the only explanation for why she was staring so wantonly at another girl’s breasts. And scuffing her thighs together until she felt hot despite the cool water. Even her breasts felt warm. And by the time Shana began rinsing herself with a wet cloth, Rena decided that just squeezing her thighs together wasn’t going to be enough. Enough for what, she wasn’t entirely sure - her romance books were never very detailed - but she knew it was something.

She shifted, hoping the sound of the water would just sound like she was washing herself. She moved until she was sitting with one leg tucked up under her, her heel pressed tightly between her legs. It was slippery and probably something elven ladies weren’t supposed to do, but it felt so good! And whenever Shana moved the cloth over her breasts or her thighs, a small tremor shot through her body.

[yuuo.livejournal.com]

I'm reading the proposal draft right now. A) They're very upfront in it that "drawings may not be illegal, per se, we just don't want them here." Which is their right and very clear. I'd say that if your style leaves it questionable, leave a very clear disclaimer on it and hope that the new abuse team isn't quite so hair-trigger ready to banninate.

B) I see utterly no mentions in it about textual content regarding some of the issues brought up previously, particularly concerning minors, just a very vague loophole for anyone with their panties in a bunch or a vendetta to abuse to get another user suspended for such content. As of right now, textual underage porn is still not really safe.

Unless you saw something I didn't.

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

It's in comments on the announcement - they were asked about text, specifically fan fiction, and Lj staff came right out and said 'yeah, text doesn't fall under this policy, so it won't effect fiction'. Direct quote: "Written stories are not images, and would not fall under this policy."

[burningvigor.livejournal.com]

I was going to throw a Heroes prompt at you, but it'd be kind of specific and I don't know if you'd be up for it, so --

Hughes/Roy as teenagers (academy time, whee). Prompt'll be "pretty girl."

[simmysim.livejournal.com]

ngjkafd yes pls.

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

Um, okay, so I started writing this and it's at like 2,000 words and we haven't even reached physical contact, so I'm going to have to post it as a normal fic. *facepalms*

THEY TALK TOO MUCH!

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

Winry/Havoc, please.

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

I used a prompt generator and got 'in the bathroom', so here you are! :D
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She’d only meant to bring him lunch. Jean always said he liked her cooking, and she’d been going right by Headquarters, and she’d thought it would be a nice thing to do. She could bring him a bagged lunch, visit with him, maybe even flirt a little to give him something to look forward to for the rest of the day.

Apparently, she’d flirted a little too hard. Because now she was bent over a sink, her skirt hiked up over her hips, and Jean’s hands gripping her waist tightly and thrusting into her fast and hard. She was gripping the porcelain tightly, her boots planted firmly on the tile. And even though the door was locked and Jean had assured her that no one ever used this restroom at this time of day, Winry couldn’t help but be worried.

But being worried hadn’t stopped her. Or made her protest when Jean leaned her back against the sink and slid his hand up her thigh. And he nibbled her ear and cupped her breast through her shirt and she’d melted. He had this way of turning her to liquid. And he’d been so nervous and eager, and they’d laughed a little when he tried to set her on the edge of the sink and it hadn’t worked. And they both kept looking at the door, just in case it wasn’t locked right, or someone stopped outside and heard them….

But all that was done with, and now there was just the rustle of fabric and Jean’s low grunts, and Winry had to admit she sort of liked having a mirror right there. Not because she was one of those people who liked to see themselves have sex, or anything like that. No, there was only really one reason she couldn’t help but smile between her gasps as Jean took her with a quickening intensity.

She could see his face, even though he was behind her.

[redrose999.livejournal.com]

OMG! Time to post some juicy porn! YAY!

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

THAT IS PRETTY MUCH WHAT I HAVE BEEN DOING ALL DAY! :D

[simmysim.livejournal.com]

Ron/Draco, 5th year. Prompt, sticky.

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

OKAY THIS IS TAKING ME AWHILE BECAUSE I CAN BARELY EVEN REMEMBER WHAT WAS GOING ON FIFTH YEAR OTHER THAN...UM...OCCLUMENCY AND THE PROPHECY! BUT I SHALL GET IT DONE AFTER I REFRESH MY BRAIN SOME!

[inthetatras]

Ed/Rose, masturbation as a form of prayer

I am going to hell for this.

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

She couldn’t stop thinking about him.

He’d hurt her, touched her, guided her and finally left her, and she couldn’t banish him from her mind. He haunted her dreams and invaded her thoughts. Even now, kneeling before the darkened altar and seeking divine guidance, all she could think of was Ed.

She was a pious girl, but even as devout as she was, she knew would have given herself over to sins of the flesh if he’d asked her to. Even now, she had lustful thoughts about him. She felt her body warm and her pulse quicken when she thought of him, and her thighs grew weak.

She was weak, and she knew it.

“Please,” she begged, crushing her hands to her breast, “give me guidance.”

But her mind was filled with images of Ed, and as she clasped her hands to her in prayer, she arched her back, pressing her breasts against her wrists. She could feel them tighten she was on fire between her thighs. Even here, in the holiest of holy places, her body longed not for spiritual enlightenment, but for the touch of Ed’s hands on her body.

Breathing heavily and unable to concentrate, Rose threw herself down on the altar, splaying across it on her stomach with her forehead pressed to the smooth stone. Her legs fell open, as though her body was inviting her to give herself over to her desires.

“Please,” she repeated again, desperate, as her hand moved down between her thighs, pressing itself against her own warmth. It was so easy to picture Ed there, touching her, lowering her gently onto the stone…

It was too much. Rose gasped as she touched herself, the fabric of her dress growing damp. She cried out, fingers clawing at the stone beneath her. She slid down the thin straps of her dress, caressing the altar with her bare breasts. Surely something that felt so good, that filled her with such warmth, could only be pleasing in the eyes of God. Perhaps this was her guidance. Never before had she been so moved to touch herself like this, but here, in prayer in the very heart of God's temple, the need had come over her. Surely this was divine...

The soft candlelight played over her body and she wondered what would have happened, had Ed found her like this, bent over the alter, legs splayed, fingers buried between her thighs like a whore. Would he have been repulsed? Or would he have swelled with desire for her?

Or would he even have cared at all?

[counterfeitcoin.livejournal.com]

Dude! Dude! Dude, you should totally write about Spencer's first time! I would pretty much love it if there was Spencer first time fic where he isn't in his mid-twenties. XD

For You! 17 Year Old Spencer Ried is Deflowered!

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

Clubs weren’t really Spencer Reid’s sort of thing. Mainly because girls and interacting with them were pretty much the only reason to go to clubs, and Spencer had never been entirely comfortable or good at talking to girls. One of those unfortunate side effects of hitting puberty at the same time he was entering college. ‘Extremely awkward’ didn’t begin to describe what it had been like, being fourteen years old and surrounded by gorgeous campus co-eds.

He’d never quite recovered from that.

Oh, and there was the dancing. ‘Coordinated’ would never be a word used to describe Spencer.

But here he was, 17 with a fake ID and sitting on a couch against the wall of some 18+ club, with a girl sitting next to him. Talking to him. And he didn’t know if she really cared about Quantum Probability and The Measurement Problem, but she was at least pretending.

And she was touching his leg. And it felt really, really good to have a girl touch his leg.

She was probably older than he was. It was hard for him to tell, and his mind wasn’t exactly thinking clearly. Because a girl was touching his leg.

And then a girl was leaning over and putting her finger against his lips and telling him they should go somewhere quieter and more private. To talk. And he felt like an idiot because he knew he still looked like he was fourteen and he’d worn a sweater vest to a club and he’d spent half an hour talking about physics to a pretty blond in a short skirt and a shirt that didn’t have a back.

And now she wanted to go somewhere alone with him. And he had only been able to stutter and nod because he maybe he wasn’t so great socially, he was a genius. And when a girl at a club asked a guy to go somewhere alone with her, it meant one thing.

And at seventeen, Spencer decided it was high time he get at least a little experience with girls. Beyond awkward, slobbering kissing and frantic groping.

But then the guilt set in, because he’d lied to his mother and said he was at a study group, and he should be at home with her, but he was in car with a beautiful girl who was smoking a cigarette and blasting pounding music and laughing and playing with his hair….

And then they were in an empty apartment and he realized maybe she was older than he’d thought, but it didn’t matter because she was pushing him into a chair and kissing him and even though she tasted like cigarette and alcohol it was the best thing ever. He felt awkward and he wasn’t entirely sure where to put his hands, but he settled on her back and her skin felt damp and sweaty but smooth, too, and her tongue was in his mouth and it was better than any of the fantasies he’d ever had alone in the bathroom….

And then she was taking off her shirt, and she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it, and her breasts were right there. And she was laughing and saying something and he held her tightly and kissed her breasts and forgot all about his earlier guilt over lying to his mother and leaving her home alone.

It was even going well, and Spencer was lost completely when she knelt down and unzipped his pants and he was grabbing the arms of the chair and she was using her mouth. But it was over all too soon, and she was pulling away, and he felt like he was going to explode, but she was leading him into the bedroom….

He stumbled out of his pants and grabbed his wallet, pulling out the condom he’d kept in there, just in case.

“I’m on the pill,” she said, laughing.

“Uh, birth control pills are only 99% effective, and they don’t prevent the passing of STDs…” At the scathing look she gave him, Spencer stuttered, flushing. “Uh, not, not that I think you have STDs, or that I have STDs, it’s just…uh…safe sex.”

“Right. You‘re lucky you‘re cute.” She snatched the condom out of his hands and Spencer stuttered, reaching for it, but she was pushing him again, one hand on his chest, this time back on the bed. And he realized as he watched her rip the condom open with her teeth and unfurl it over his erection that he didn’t even know her name, and this was his first time with a girl, but she thought he was cute and….

[ex-talia-sp.livejournal.com]

I am not going to post asking for smut drabble....but I will remind you that you still owe me a HP/CM crossover.

In that regard, for smut's sake, how about Reid/Hermione?

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

I know! Fics with plot take me longer than smutlets, since, um, yeah plot. Not so great at it.

...OKAY! *goes to work on geeky, brainiac smut*

[t3h-toby-chan.livejournal.com]

Well good news on the clear policy. Hopefully wank shall die and fandom can rest in peace.

As for smut... shoot, I'm pretty sure I requested one last time you were taking porn drabbles for the revolution, but didn't get a response. I'm not very inspired, even for asking prompts, atm...


Damned!Verse Lust x Scar? (TamakixEdxElena seems too much to ask. >.>)

[t3h-toby-chan.livejournal.com]

I remember now! We've discussed how hard it is to pair Envy and Lust because both of them want the upper hand in the matter. They could possibly work together in a sense that neither of them invests power play, personal worth, or much thought at all into the dynamics of sex between them and just let themselves be 'allies with benefits' if that makes any sense. I've had a few scenarios thought up, playing with several dynamics. One that seems most likely.

Lust is new, in Dante's evil-training 101, and needs someone to 'practice' on, for tasks of a certain nature. Envy is conveniently at her disposal.



(Choose to drabble for whatever; I'm not too picky.)


LOL, I'm sreepy! *goes to bed and hopes she didn't type senseless things*

[melting.livejournal.com]

Porn for the motherfuckin' revolution, fuck yeah~~~~


But you knew I was going to ask for Naomisa, didn't you? e_e UM UM UM Misa's kind of too old but still. ;_;

Let's see, the prompt is the color pink!