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.)

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[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.

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

Oh, nice. This was good and hot, and I love the detail about Winry's boots being planted firmly on the floor, and the way they both kept glancing at the door.

Sorry I forgot to give you a prompt, but I think this was more awesome than anything I could have suggested.

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed!

It's okay! I've got a handy prompt generator on hand for when that happens. :D

[redbrunja.livejournal.com]

Nice.