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I really, really wonder where the hell my ability to write smut has disappeared. T_T there was a time anything i wrote was full of innuendo and I had to beat the pervy off with a stick. now? bah.
I must get the pervy back. And to fight my inability to write PWP...
FIRST THREE TO ANSWER WITH THE PAIRING OF THEIR CHOICE (and a situation, if they want) GET A DRABBLE-LENGHT PWP THING.
And this time I swear i won't get so preoccupied with a neat plot that i'll forget all about the smut -- nomore than a hint of plot in these! è.é
EDIT/ okay, four it is. ~_____~;;; I swear, you people.
SO.
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majochan: Team Seven blanket fic. ... oh god i have a fic started kinda like that -- NO. NO. PWP I SAID.
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screwfate (XD hahaha): ItaSasu. mmm. *__*
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theninjakitty: ... team eight, pervy use of jutsu... *pondering*
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melhime: NaruSasuSakuKyu, inner saku -- huh. gotta have to think on this one. *pondering*
Hand at his throat, callused, warm -- shouldn't be warm, should be cold like his heart -- weight on him -- crushing him against that wall. He can't breathe. He hurts. There's a hand tracing his bruised ribs, gently, so gently; he'd rather be struck again. It's more real. It doesn't leave him waiting for worse. It doesn't happen. Caresses, more caresses -- sheer torture.
You still lack hatred, little brother.
Whisper in his ear, soft voice; his guts clench. He struggles mindlessly -- not like a ninja, just like a boy who doesn't want to be touched. His wrists are caught, squeezed -- he fights not to scream -- sick crunch again. He doesn't scream. He doesn't. He'd rather be left broken than...
You still lack hatred, and the path you chose... isn't working.
Lips on his neck -- warm, chafed, too real. He tries to yell a denial; his screams of rage are muffled by thick black cloth. The words and the touches are so much worse than any beating he ever received.
We're going to fix that.
He's going to be left broken, all right. He doesn't count the ways.
I must get the pervy back. And to fight my inability to write PWP...
FIRST THREE TO ANSWER WITH THE PAIRING OF THEIR CHOICE (and a situation, if they want) GET A DRABBLE-LENGHT PWP THING.
And this time I swear i won't get so preoccupied with a neat plot that i'll forget all about the smut -- no
EDIT/ okay, four it is. ~_____~;;; I swear, you people.
SO.
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Hand at his throat, callused, warm -- shouldn't be warm, should be cold like his heart -- weight on him -- crushing him against that wall. He can't breathe. He hurts. There's a hand tracing his bruised ribs, gently, so gently; he'd rather be struck again. It's more real. It doesn't leave him waiting for worse. It doesn't happen. Caresses, more caresses -- sheer torture.
You still lack hatred, little brother.
Whisper in his ear, soft voice; his guts clench. He struggles mindlessly -- not like a ninja, just like a boy who doesn't want to be touched. His wrists are caught, squeezed -- he fights not to scream -- sick crunch again. He doesn't scream. He doesn't. He'd rather be left broken than...
You still lack hatred, and the path you chose... isn't working.
Lips on his neck -- warm, chafed, too real. He tries to yell a denial; his screams of rage are muffled by thick black cloth. The words and the touches are so much worse than any beating he ever received.
We're going to fix that.
He's going to be left broken, all right. He doesn't count the ways.
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Sooo original, I know. But smutty blanket fics are yum.^^;
Majo
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What?
*willfully doesn't change accounts*
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*loves on you*
Thank you~ It's lovely and harsh.
*once again not changing accounts*
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Well, I second the motion for Uchihacest!
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*posts*
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However, it was not porny, which was what I had been hoping for, indeed expecting, since you said “I swear I won't get so preoccupied with a neat plot that I'll forget all about the smut -- no
more than a hint ofplot in these!” (And then I spent hours figuring out how to phrase this comment, writing and revising over and over until I scared myself at how much editing and rewriting I’d done… comments can be almost as difficult as fic! It’s all about communicating what you want to communicate, getting the other person to understand the same meaning as you. God, I hope I’m not provoking your next rant here) And I got to thinking introspective: I think that we are the same.Your stated intention in undertaking this little drabble project was to break out of your plot obsession and restore the pervy; but there is only so much you can do with perviness alone. Maybe focusing more on plot is a natural progression as time goes by, because perv alone becomes boring. It now seems to me that, as slashers, we mature. The days when you had to “beat off the pervy with a stick” were the days when perviness alone could hold your interest. Now it can’t and plot is taking up the slack. I’ve been undergoing this same phase change as a reader, for ages porn has been the main thing I wanted in a fanfic, if there was no lemon I wouldn’t even look twice at the summary, and recently I’ve been tortured by boredom and staleness and only now do I really understand why. It’s because porn alone has gotten stale. Porny interludes are good reading, indeed indispensable, but they need to be infused with fresh meaning. And the way to do that is to surround them with plot. Getting, as you said, “so preoccupied with a neat plot that I'll forget all about the smut” is a bad thing, yeah. But getting so caught up in smut that you forget about the plot is just as bad. Ah, the stories I love best… a good interplay between a good plot, good characters, and good sex scenes… you can’t get better than that :)
Forgive me if this does not make a whole lot of sense, it’s late at night and I’ve put my brain through the wringer thinking about this, writing it, and editing it half to death, and if I don’t post it now I may lose the courage to post it at all. After putting so much effort into this, how stupid would it be to not find out if I succeeded or not?
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No, it wasn't porny. =__=; it was suggestive, but it stopped right before the actual sex. That's partly because it wouldn't have been sex so much as torture, and mindrape is a lot sexier to me than physical rape (which still makes me cringe). so i was lazy. (also i said drabble length damn it argh why wouldn't it come arrrgh)
for me Itasasu isn't about the porn so much as the uberangst. even when i write smut with the two of them, if it doesn't have emotional content/conflict... bleh. *sigh* I'll probably try again later.
i should formulate a well thought out reply about your comment, since it deserves it, but right now all i can think of to say is WORD, so. eh. *loves on you* XD
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Yeah, I agree. Assuming it's post-massacre, ItaSasu just isn't ItaSasu without teh uberangst and torture. I like porny, but I'd understand if you wanted to avoid the nastiness of it. If it could be cathartic, that would be ideal.
Your compliments make me so happy. *is loved on* EEEEEEEEE!! *super happy dance*
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NaruSasuSakuKyu
How do the males deal with a raunchy maybe Inner Sakura? It's intersting yes?
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May you find the pervy and some nice plot bunnies. ^_^;;