Mad Dog Flan Says: More Earporn!

[trinityofone]

*Everyone, everyone, everyone (and their mothers, if their mothers are into that sort of thing) needs to go read toft_froggy's Second Skin. I love this story SO MUCH. Read it.

*Also everyone should go drool over the cover fan_this made for my (I can't believe I'm typing this) wingfic trilogy thing I wrote yesterday. Guh.

*But most importantly, I must ask you this, flist: WHERE IS THE EARPORN? I mean, have you seen Joe Flanigan's ears?


These are ears about which epic poetry was destined to be written! Epic, pornographic poetry!


See? Rodney is composing one such poem right now.


Can't. Stop. Staring.


Maybe later he will deliver a dramatic reading?


Seriously, John is horrified that y'all aren't writing porn about his ears!

They go with everything:


Light!


Shadow!


Puddlejumpers!


Yes, Hermiod, they are truly the eighth ninth (I think I may have said DH's ass was the eighth) wonder of the universe.


Admittedly, the ears can be used not for good, but for evil, as in this classic example of ear-aided cockblocking.


But you can fix all that! Just write a story about Rodney teasing the highly-sensitive shell of John's ear as he fucks him, then taking the tip between his teeth just as he's about to climax and biting—muffling his own cry, but evoking from John an incredible high-pitched keen of pleasure as he arches off the bed and—


Yes, Colonel, with my nipples and your ears, we could surely rule the galaxy! The galaxy of PORN.

This message brought to you by the Society for the Creation of Earporn for Trin. Thank you.

*Also, Siria says I am a model of psychiatric normalcy. Yays!

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[heygirlie.livejournal.com]

With the steady influx of the Daedalus came the steady influx of Earth food, as requisitioned by scientist and soldier alike. Unsurprisingly, Rodney had the winning list of snacks now needed for his sustenance/continued brilliance. SourPatch Kids, Nacho SlimJims, now this – and they smelled good, too.

“You’re going to get crumbs everywhere. Whatever happened to the sterilized laboratory?”

Rodney sneered around a mouthful, “Mine, you can’t have any.”

John sighed (in manly hunger) and turned his head to the side. He missed Rodney’s mischievous look as the astrophysicist appreciated the view of John’s ear and popped in another FudgeShoppe Grasshopper.

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All right, not really porn, unless someone was hungry while reading. This drabble brought to you by boredom and procrastination. Also brought on by the newfound knowledge of what urbandictionary.com considers the meaning of a Keebler Elf to be.