Make Love Not War (porn by request)

I already have Clint/Dom in my head investigating gravel and a rooftop (Dom thinks it's amusing).

So...

Character me, people. And I'll try to produce 1-300 word drabbles of porn over the day.

Keep in mind I don't do every fandom on earth, but I will happily do crossovers (300 words means I don't have to justify it, even if, as the Porntastic Crossover Queen, I can)

Bring it.

(ps, this is Elly's fault)

hrm...

So, bits of this are simply PG-13. And cover a multitude of sins (although I'm still poking Bob/Dot and Han/Leia)... And there are one or two that my brain is just broken on.
Sam/Other
darkporn
mini!Stryfe (notporn)
Stark (damn you, Astro)
Lzzie/Shep
Lando/Talyn (hah! I got out of writing slash! Go, me! Wait...)
( that shoulda been make fic not war.... )

It's all about the Apocabooty, baby...

Keep 'em coming, it's only 2:30! I'm here another three damn hours!
Slightly pornier, this time...

Dot/Bob
Han/Leia
Daniel/Sha're (Kym's fault, for using my Daniel icon)
Vader/Fett
Eighth (RepliCarter)/Dark Phoenix
Ripley/Call
AndrAIa/Matrix (which is almost like writing Sam/Jack or Dom/Nate, except that Jack is Nate and Sam is... Daniel)
Ripley/Hicks
Ripley/Kyle Reese
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sigh...

(inspired by a comment on the Systerhood list about snarkiness and bickering)... NCIS.
mrp. ( Read more... )

When the porn hits the fan, like a big pizza pan, that's Scorpius...

Liz/Sam
Siler/RepliCarter
Moya/The Beatles
Stark/Obi-Wan
Replicarter/Pete Shanahan
Cally/Zhaan

Elly, honey, I refuse to write more Jack/Replicarter. Although I am now tempted by Jack Sparrow/Replicarter....
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no wonder my brain is like mush.

I grabbed all the stuff I wrote today. Ran it through WordPerfect's wordcount.

4,773 words.

...

NO WONDER MY BRAIN IS DEAD.

Apophis fuckin' Sokar, that's a lot of random ficlet porn.

I will... attempt to do more random porn, but I can't promise anything. Although if anyone wants to come here and give us protein, that would be nice.

*craves meat*

Head hurts...

(no subject)

*looks sadly after Ryuu* I'm sorry Sam's so cranky. I think it's lag from my own brain being dead.

(and maybe vague backlash to being all tired and fluffyd out)

*prods at fic* Now if I could figure out if I should just leave this all mental dialogue or put, y'know, description in....

crikey

APOPHIS FUCKING SOKAR, PEOPLE.

The world is not going to end tomorrow if Bush is declared President!

It didn't end four years ago, what the fuck makes you think it's going to be any worse NOW????????

*clings to sanity, barely*