#sheppard dom

[venacavaflora]

ﾟ･𓂃‧₊˚⿻ on today's episode of softness aggression coaxing is such a hard skill to learn. especially if you’re dealing with an extremely shy sub, some would say that the shyer one poor lamb is, the better the hunt, and the more the wolf enjoys its dinner. i think making a meticulous bedtime routine that involves prying, needing questions sprinkled throughout sounds fun.

ﾟ･𓂃‧₊˚⿻ i think giving your poor things mouth a break by staring at it intensely, damn near about to drool as it eats dinner and sinks further and further into the chair, bites getting smaller as the thoughts get louder and they can't help but curl up. idk, i think leading it upstairs and dressing for bedtime, giving them a cup of tea to calm their nerves and apologizing for being so greedy, just to lure them into your grasp onto the bed; tea saucer almost a-tip as you flip them face down, neck exposed, vulnerable.

ﾟ･𓂃‧₊˚⿻“tell me, sweet lamb. how do you smell so good…so soft.” long deep inhales as it trembles, unable to process as the entire night flashes before its eyes. “don’t be afraid, I'm not gonna kill you. i promise, okay? i’m just gonna mark you really, really hard.”

idk, sounds yummy.

[rollshavebeenbarred]

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[socialoutsider1a]

My favorite slash (M/M) pairings: *House MD- Dom/Top James Wilson/Sub/Bottom Gregory House. *Stargate SG-1- Dom/Top Daniel Jackson/Sub/Bottom Jack O'Neill. *Stargate Atlantis- Dom/Top Rodney McKay/Sub/Bottom John Sheppard. *The West Wing- Dom/Top Josh Lyman/Sub/Bottom Sam Seaborn.

[adamwatchesmovies]

Alice, Sweet Alice (1976)

To properly appreciate Alice, Sweet Alice, you’ll need a bit of an education. The film was controversial upon its initial release for its so-called anti-Catholic themes - themes that might not seem so revolutionary today. It was also controversial for the violence featured towards children - that might still curl some toes now. Shocking or not, it features a great mystery, surprising twists and a resolution that forces you to pause and think. The performances are off-putting but even if you don't know the film's history, you can tell this is a picture people would come back to.

In 1961, in Paterson, New Jersey, nine-year-old Karen (Brooke Shields) is getting ready for her first communion when she is murdered - strangled to death inside the church. The obvious suspect is her jealous older sister, 12-year-old Alice (Paula Sheppard). Born out of wedlock, with divorced parents and a nasty attitude, who else could commit such a heinous crime?

Released in 1976, it's hard to tell if certain off-putting aspects of the film are dated or deliberate choices. Today, it would be tasteless to infer that someone would develop sociopathic tendencies just because they belonged to a specific religion or were born under “the wrong circumstances”. Back in the 60s and 70s? Not as much, and in a horror movie when good taste is not often a priority, you really don’t know if the movie is warning people about "the truth" or playing with their expectations. The same goes for the way the picture views Alice. There's a weird obsession about how beautiful and sexually liberated a woman the 12-year-old will surely become when she grows up. It makes your skin crawl but is that the point? It makes the killer’s identity difficult to pin.

There isn’t a lot of violence in the film but when blood is shed, you'll reel in your seat. The violence comes from strong emotions but is strangely cold and calculated as well. It feels uncomfortably real. Much of this film is uncomfortable. The way people dismiss Alice even before the first murder is committed, the fact that everyone except Alice's mother (Linda Miller as Catherine) and father (Niles McMaster as Dom) immediately suspect her, the oppressive way crucifixes and religious statues dominate the screen all force you in a direction you don't want to go toward. You know there’s no way this little girl did it. I mean, there’s a reason the killer was wearing a mask and disguise. Yes, I know that disguise looks like the one Alice likes to play in but that would be too obvious. There’s no way! Right?

The moment you think you’ve got the killer’s identity figured out is when Alice, Sweet Alice reveals who’s behind the mask. Then, it keeps going. It isn’t enough that we know the who and the why. They either need to be apprehended or their actions need to continue up to their logical conclusion. The thrills come from a different place now. You want to see what’s going to happen next, which means the film has a life beyond that initial viewing.

One aspect of Alice, Sweet Alice that hasn't aged well is the acting style. Maybe it was just the way they did it back in the day. Maybe the minuscule budget ($350,000) meant director Alfred Sole couldn’t get anyone better. Either way, the actors are often unconvincing and certain characters, like the morbidly obese Mr. Alphonso (Alphonso DeNoble) seem very over-the-top; too much for their presence not to mean something. Even so, there's a part of you that wonders if this is not a stylistic choice. If it is, what does it mean?

Even once you know the answer to the film's mystery, there’s a lot of suspense in the relationship between the characters and the drama that enters their life following the initial murder. Though it is rough around the edges, this is an instance where the imperfections sort of make the film more interesting. Any suspense thriller/horror that keeps you guessing without cheating for as long as Alice, Sweet Alice does is worth checking out. There’s a lot to unpack in its subtext and characters. (October 29, 2021)

[lochnesswriter]

Get To Know Your Fan-fiction Writer

Tagged by @snowviolettwhite

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When Did You Post Your First Ever Fan-Fiction:

2018

First Characters You Wrote For:

-Eliot Spencer from Leverage and Dean Winchester from Supernatural, because I love crossovers lol

Main Characters You Currently Write For:

Bucky Barnes

TJ Hammond

Eliot Spencer

Quinn

TK Strand

Carlos Reyes

Characters You Haven't Written About Before But Plan On Writing About Soon:

Eddie Diaz

Fandoms You're Currently Writing For:

Leverage

9-1-1: Lone Star/9-1-1

White Collar

MCU

Political Animals

Stargate Atlantis

Platonic Pairings You Currently Write For:

Bucky & TJ

Bucky & Steve

Bucky & anyone

Quinn & TK (&Carlos)

Romantic Pairings You Currently Write For:

TK & Carlos (Tarlos)

Eliot, Quinn, & Neal

John Sheppard, Evan Lorne, & Cam Mitchell (I like polyamory y'all)

Top 3 Tags On Ao3:

Spanking

Alternate Universe- BDSM

Platonic BDSM

Your Current Platform Where You Post Your Works:

Ao3

Snippet Of A WIP You're Currently Working On:

This is from Buck's first introduction to my "A Boy, His Top, and His Cop" series

“Come on in,” TK said, waving Buck into the apartment. “Carlos should still be at work, but-”

“Hey, kiddo.”

For a second, TK couldn’t quite believe it, but as soon as he turned away from Buck to check, there Quinn was, sitting on the couch and smiling softly. He’d been sad he wouldn’t see Carlos after that shift, but having his Dom here was just as reassuring in a different way. “Hey.”

“So, this is the boyfriend?”

Buck sounded a little skeptical, and TK couldn’t blame him. Quinn certainly didn’t look like a Carlos.

“No, this is Quinn,” he said, grinning at Buck before hurrying over to hug his Dom. “Quinn, this is Buck. He’s gonna be spending the night here.”

Quinn nodded at Buck as he stood to pull TK into a comforting hug. But all too soon he pulled back a little, hands still resting on TK’s shoulders, and raised an eyebrow at him. “So. I hear you stole a firetruck today.”

TK winced and shuffled to the side. “Technically, Buck stole it,” he said, hitching a thumb over his shoulder.

“Hey,” Buck protested, at the same time as Quinn asked, “You sure that’s the right move there, kiddo?”

TK gave Buck an apologetic shrug but turned his attention back to Quinn all the same. “Look, Quinn, we had to, okay? My dad was out there. We only barely got to him in time.”

“I know,” Quinn said, his voice soft. “But look me in the eye and tell me you don’t need to be punished for this.”

No pressure tags @actualalligator @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @mayalaen @trivalentlinks @friendly-chaos

[mylittleredgirl]

dear hurtcomfortex author

thank you so much for writing for me! i hope you have fun. i'm very easy to please as a reader and love to be surprised! (i love treats, too!)

there were so many more wonderful tags to choose from (and i completed my sign-up 30 seconds before the bell), so in addition to my sign-up tags, feel free to write to any of my general likes below for any requested ship, or other similar tropes as long as they avoid my DNWs.

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💕 i love: canon divergence | complications (e.g. emotional baggage, working together while in a relationship, traumas inflicted by canon) | episode-related fics | fix-its | friends to lovers | happy/hopeful endings | hurt/comfort | “it’s just casual” to lovers | other canon characters included in the fic | pining | polyamory dynamics | 5-times | all ratings are welcome.

❤️‍🩹 hurt/comfort likes: aftermath stories | characters who don't expect comfort learning how to accept it | comforting characters heal themselves through the act of helping | comforting each other while hiding/waiting/in fear | cumulative damage (emotional or physical) | hurt character struggles to maintain their dignity… and ultimately regains it | “i should have been there/been able to stop it” | “i'll stay with you” | kindness tailored to the way a character can accept it | made to watch (or can’t stop imagining) | one hurt physically/one hurt emotionally | platonic physical comfort | shared vulnerability | sexual healing | “the last straw” is something small.

🔥 kinks enjoyed: aliens made them do it (or local canon dubcon equivalent) | blow jobs | body worship (especially related to body changes like aging, weight gain, scars, etc) | edging/orgasm delay | hand jobs | masturbation | non-penetrative sex (not that i’m opposed to penetrative sex, just another thing i enjoy!) | overindulgence for coping or for fun (food, drinks, sex, etc) | soft dom/sub in bed (bondage and praise yes, pain and shame no) | telepathy | watching/voyeurism | sweet i-love-you sex works for me too!!

⛔️ DNWs: alternate-setting AUs (law office, coffee-shop, etc; small & large canon divergences are welcome though!) | bashing of other characters or past canon relationships | cannibalism | crossovers (except between series in the same universe, like star trek) | hurt no comfort | non-canon nicknames | non-con between requested characters (dubcon ok) | non-sexual bodily fluids in sex scenes | permanent character death | permanent loss of autonomy | spelling out accents (for human characters) | unplanned pregnancy | zombies or blood-sucking vampires (other canon-typical aliens and cryptids are welcome!).

⚠️ opt-ins for common DNWs: i’m fine with sexual violence being part of the story or backstory (including in childhood), as long as it’s not graphic, not committed by major/recurring canon characters, and doesn’t cause irreparable damage (e.g. not "will always feel pain or fear with sex," has to quit their job, etc). i like second-person POV a lot, as long as the “you” is a canon character. i dnw major character death, but death/grief for other people or animals is fine. i’m also OK with body image issues, canon-typical sexism, infidelity, medical/surgical things, mental illness, miscarriage, and torture.

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🌃 Stargate Atlantis 🌃 john sheppard/elizabeth weir (hurt either one or both)

(hurting both wasn't technically an option, but i would welcome it!)

these two are made for hurt/comfort. they're both strong and have been through so many wringers. they're terrible at admitting vulnerability, taking care of themselves, and accepting help from others. i would love to see them support each other (well or clumsily) through canon suffering, brand-new suffering of your choosing, or just a hard day at the office. some interesting tag options for them are the "character planned to die but didn't" option (perhaps elizabeth more than john -- i think he's aware in canon of his protagonist invulnerability), "bad guys made them do it" for a darker dubcon take for them to work through together, and "rehumanization" has canon and metaphorical potential for either one of them. please feel especially free to bring your own ideas for these two -- i have rarely met a sheppard/weir idea i didn't love!

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⛑ M*A*S*H ⛑ margaret houlihan & colonel potter (hurt either or both); trapper/hawkeye/margaret (hurt margaret)

i'm now up to season five in m*a*s*h and am so so so obsessed, and especially chewing the drywall about margaret. there's so much wrong with her. there's so much wrong with everyone. truly a show for the ages. there's lots of hurt/comfort potential built into the day-to-day premise -- the long brutal days in a long brutal war, the conditions, the stress, how no one ever has everything they need -- as well as the option for exciting war zone drama. anything from slice-of-life hurt/comfort to dramatic action/adventure would be loved!! i would prefer fic that only includes canon from seasons 1-6, since i probably won't have seen all of the later seasons before reveal time, but that’s not a dnw.

margaret & colonel potter: i loveeee the developing surrogate father/daughter relationship here. it offers so much potential for her to heal and grow, and he has such a soft spot for her in return. i would love to stick them in a little peril to see them get closer -- we know they go together into the villages to do medicine sometimes (and he already got shot once), so perhaps something exciting happens on one of those trips? if you'd rather stay low-key in camp, some emotional support that lets her feel seen or lets him get something back for all the one-way support he offers the others would be lovely.

trapper/hawkeye/margaret: there's so much charged (and horny) energy between them, i can't resist. the times they brought her into their circle (even if reluctantly) were so funny and sweet. i’m happy with any level of ship, pre-ship, or “&” friendship here. i have great love for the ongoing frank/margaret disaster as well, so feel free to include him/that relationship in the story or not however you wish (though if you're using him to hurt her, please keep it within the general canon range of damage -- he should definitely not be the perpetrator in the almost-raped tag scenario up there).

regarding the tags for this show: i genuinely dropped the ball here by not including any tags where trapper & hawkeye caused the hurt they're now trying to resolve, because that would be very in character! if you would like to go that route and make them atone for some of their little crimes, i would love it. even if they’re all friends or lovers now, old habits die hard…

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🛸 The X-Files 🛸 john doggett/monica reyes (monica or both hurt); john doggett/monica reyes/dana scully (hurt any one of them)

at this point i was panicking about finishing my sign-up, so please feel free to add extra tags! the x-files excels at generating horrifying ways men and creatures can cause harm, and anything within the scope of what happens to agents in a monster of the week ep in canon is fair game (except dnw zombies or vampires). i love the season nine agents and the variable dynamics of longing and need and trust and friendship between all three of them, and the x-files is at its best when the agents are going all out to protect each other!

the tag i have up there is "both captured," but having just one of them captured and the other(s) panicking/coming to their rescue would also be great, or tending the wounds afterwards. some soft comfort after any canon episode or an original case-gone-wrong would also hit the spot. monica is usually the one offering emotional support, so it would be nice to see that go the other way sometimes!

a prompt i always hope someone will fill is “three agents spend the night snowed in with ghosts,” with the author’s choice whether to interpret it as paranormal ghosts or the angsty figurative ghosts they’re all carrying around.

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🛰 Babylon 5 🛰 michael garibaldi/susan ivanova/talia winters (all hurt or hurt talia); lyta alexander & talia winters (hurt talia)

i really, really want talia to survive. i think susan and michael would be the most motivated to rescue her, and lyta would be the most capable of cleaning up the damage.

i love telepathy in babylon 5. psi corps is so deeply fascinating and fucked up. lyta and talia get so used and abused from so many directions, and the more power they gain, the less freedom and agency they have. the two of them have the same backstory of briefly interning with the psi corps, and i have always wondered if they knew each other pre-canon, and how that might have impacted lyta after unmasking talia's alter ego.

DNW exception for this fandom: while i usually DNW unplanned pregnancy, psi corps tortures its people in all kinds of ways, including reproductive control. i'm fine going dark for psi corps stories (non-con, torture, etc is all built into canon!) as long as our characters come out alive and there's some comfort, love, support, and a hopeful ending.

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that's it!! thank you again! i hope something here was inspiring or at least not too boring. i will be delighted and so grateful for whatever i receive. enjoy!

[ao3feed-mcshep]

I'll love you when nobody else will

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/zZp8kMC

by puddlejumperpilot

It wasn’t a thing. Nope, definitely not. Rodney refused to even consider the possibility. He most certainly did not enjoy John Sheppard (of all people!) telling him what to do.

Right?

Words: 1864, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Stargate Kinkmeme

Fandoms: Stargate Atlantis

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, mentioned Ronon Dex, mentioned Teyla Emmagan, mentioned Jeannie Miller

Relationships: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard

Additional Tags: Dom/sub Undertones, Getting Together, Idiots in Love, Episode: s02e06 Trinity (Stargate Atlantis), Episode: s04e09 Miller's Crossing (Stargate Atlantis), Post-Episode: s04e15 Outcast (Stargate Atlantis)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/zZp8kMC

[ao3feed-politicalanimals]

New Beginnings

by loch_ness_writer (lostinscotland)

TJ can't believe that he's actually in space. Not only in space, but in another galaxy. And no, he didn't enjoy the events leading up to him being here, but he's determined to make the most of this new sci-fi life.

But his first attempt to make the most of the sci-fi lands him in hot water with Bucky, because of course it does. Really not the way he was hoping to spend his first night in Atlantis.

But still. He's in Atlantis.

Words: 4650, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of The Winter Dom

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Political Animals, Stargate Atlantis

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Thomas "T. J." Hammond, John Sheppard, Evan Lorne

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes & Thomas "T. J." Hammond

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - BDSM, Platonic BDSM, Spanking, Domestic Discipline, Dom Bucky Barnes, Sub TJ Hammond, Post-Season/Series Finale

from AO3 works tagged 'Political Animals' https://ift.tt/aZXUdO6

[empty-ecnelis]

The look that Shane is giving Ryan here is killing me. It screams Dom! Dom! Dom!

As soon as Ryan started describing Shane, he gave Ryan this look as if to say "watch your mouth or you'll be punished tonight." The firm stare, the fact that he didn't blink once, the raised brow, and his posture, it's like Shane knows where Ryan is going, and that's to being a brat. And Shane's daring Ryan to go there just so he can put him in his place.

[rollshavebeenbarred]

they did not talk about their characters before they started recording oh god😭

[mcshep-everyday]

[socialoutsider1a]

My favorite pairings: *FBI: Isobel Castille/Jubal Valentine- Sub/Bottom Isobel/Dom/Top Jubal. *House MD- Gregory House/James Wilson- Sub/Bottom House/Dom/Top Wilson. *Stargate Atlantis- John Sheppard/Rodney McKay- Sub/Bottom John/Dom/Top Rodney. *Stargate SG-1- Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill- Dom/Top Daniel/Sub/Bottom Jack. *The West Wing- Donna Moss/Josh Lyman- Sub/Bottom Donna/Top/Dom Josh.

[unlikelymilkshakedream]

Hey! I see that you write for the outsiders (including Tim thank you) and smut, and you have open requests. Hard criteria to meet these days lol. I was wondering if you could write something where y/n uses their safeword with Tim and/or Dally? No pressure ofc. Thank you!

Hello, I am so incredibly sorry for how long this took, I apologize to you for making you think I just completely ignored your request, I'm not trying to make excuses but I have had huge writers block recently and I am excruciatingly busy, but either way, I am so sorry. Anyway, I hope I did what you had in mind justice and I hope you enjoy it, and thank you so much for your request, I love answering them, even if they do take a while... enjoy!

Tim could be pretty rough, which always caused sparks to fly, however sometimes, those sparks would burn out. Tonight was supposed to be filled with lust, passion and energy, but as I could feel the slap of skin on my lower regions, I just didn't know why my brain wouldn't accept the feeling. I felt like I was drowning, it was all too much and I shouldn't feel like this. Before I know it I'm calling my safe word and the feeling halts.

"Ice, ice, ice, ice" instantly the cold hard eyes of Tim Sheppard are staring at me, full of fear, confusion and I can see the lust draining rapidly.

"What happened? Are you okay?" When I hear those words filled with concern, I can't stop the waterworks that fly. I'm instantly covering my eyes and trying to remain silent as I fight to not let him hear me.

He pulls out and quickly tugs a pair of boxers on as he kneels at my side of the bed.

"Can I touch you?" I barely register the words as I nod and soon enough his strong arms envelope me and I'm curled into his chest while loud sobs rack my figure. I can't control it and it feels like I'm gonna pass out from exhaustion.

Tim realizes just how bad its getting when I start hyperventilating, he pulls back and forces my eyes to meet his.

"Hey, I'm right here okay? Look at me. We're gonna breathe together okay?" I nodded as I start breathing the way he does. As soon as I calm down, he's got me in his chest again and I breath in his familiar and comforting scent.

"What happened?" I started to feel tears well up in my eyes again and pulled away from his chest to wipe them, at which he ran comforting circles into my shoulders.

"I-I'm sorry," I whispered. "I, I just couldn't- you were too rough." At these words he seemed to soften.

"Oh, y/n, I'm so sorry. I would never mean to hurt you on purpose, I- I should have been paying closer attention. I'm so fucking sorry." I shook my head no.

"Its ok, I just couldn't do it anymore." His eyes seemed to distant, as he was searching for an answer in his brain.

"How about we get a bath hm?" I nodded and gave a small smile.

Dally and I had been together for a couple of months now, he seemed to really be all in with me. It just seemed like we fit together, like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, long forgotten in the shed that no one bothered with.

In the beginning of our relationship, we discussed rules, limits and dynamics. I was a natural sub as he was a dom, we really understood each other. Since then its been some of the best months of my life.

That's how we got to tonight, he wanted to try something new, and I would always give everything a shot at least once. His hands were trailing my body as he continued thrusting into my hole, and just as I feel my stomach stirring with an oncoming orgasm, five fingers secure themselves around my neck. Instantly, I feel myself panicking, but, I shouldn't. I said I was okay with this, but I can't breathe right now and I just want this to stop.

I can feel myself losing consciousness and just as I'm about to lose the last little bit of light before darkness envelopes me, I'm barely muttering my safe word.

"Wardrobe" instantly the fingers loosen and I'm sucking in the biggest breathe of air I've ever sucked in. Coughs erupt from my chest as I'm set on the ground. It takes a few moments before my senses come back, the first one being sight, I can see my fingers gripping the carpet, I can see a trail of saliva falling from my mouth to the ground.

The second thing I get back is my hearing. I hear sirens flaring in my head, muffling Dally's questions about me well being.

The next thing I get back is touch, I can feel dally rubbing circles into my back and his hand pulling my face towards his, until my eyes meet his.

"Hey, are you okay? I'm so sorry doll, I didn't mean to be too rough on you." I finally get my breath back, enough to answer.

"I-, 'm sorry, I thought I could do it but I couldn't breathe and I couldn't keep up and I started to panic-"

"Hey, hey, hey, calm down, its okay doll. You don't have to explain anything." Dally cut me off to reassure me.

"I'm sorry, I thought I would be into it, but I wasn't and I ruined tonight." Dally shook his head.

"Hey, we were just trying it, okay? You didn't ruin anything. I'm sorry for pushing you to your safe word." I shook my head violently.

"No, I-I'm sorry I ruined it, I ruined-" Dally cut me off before I could get to far into rambling. He grabbed my face with both of his hands and forced me to look at him.

"Hey, stop it, you didn't ruin anything okay, like I said, you didn't ruin anything, we were just trying it right?" I nodded. "Okay, so you have nothing to be sorry about okay? I'm so sorry I pushed you too far. I promise you it won't happen again." I nodded and looking at him, feeling his hands around me caused me to smile.

"Ca-can we just, go to, sleep?" I asked timidly, he only smiled and nodded, to which I returned.

I laid down on the bed with him behind me, his legs entangled themselves with mine and I slowly felt myself drifting off to sleep.

"Goodnight doll, I love you." I smiled as I quietly whispered that I loved him too and fell asleep.

[mylittleredgirl]

dear smut4smut author 🔥

Thank you in advance for writing for me! I’m very easy to please as a reader and love being surprised, so I hope you can write something you like.

There were so many wonderful tags in this exchange and I signed up literally 30 seconds before the bell rang, so I may have missed adding some of my always-loved kinks to every request, but I do always love them! You can also assume "and similar tags" are okay for the requested tags. This tumblr has anon asks open if you want to tease or clarify!

I'm usually a "they are/could be really really in love (even if they don't know it yet at the time of the fic)" kind of shipper, but I made a note in the M*A*S*H section where that's kind of different!

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💕 I love: canon divergence | complications (e.g. emotional baggage, working together while in a relationship, traumas inflicted by canon) | episode-related fics | fix-its | friends to lovers | happy/hopeful endings | hurt/comfort | “it’s just casual” to lovers | other canon characters included in the fic | pining | polyamory dynamics | 5-times | all ratings are welcome.

🔥 Kinks enjoyed: aliens made them do it (or local canon equivalent) | blow jobs | body worship (especially related to body changes like aging, scars, weight gain, etc) | edging | hand jobs | masturbation | soft dom/sub (bondage and praise yes; pain and shame no; bedroom dynamic not 24/7 lifestyle) | watching/voyeurism | sweet I-love-you sex works for me too!!

⛔️ DNWs: alternate-setting AUs* | bashing of other characters or past canon relationships | crossovers (except between series in the same universe, like star trek) | hurt no comfort | non-canon nicknames | non-sexual bodily fluids in sex scenes | permanent character death | spelling out accents (for human characters) | unplanned pregnancy unless noted | zombies or blood-sucking vampires (other canon-typical aliens and cryptids are ok!).

*AU clarification: I don’t want alternate-setting (coffee-shop, law office, regency, etc) AUs, but I LOVE what-if canon divergence AUs of all sizes: fix-its, what if X episode ended differently, what if Y foundational thing didn't happen (e.g. “what if Agent Scully wasn’t assigned to debunk the X Files in the pilot episode, but she and Mulder met another way”), as long as they are still the same characters in the same canon universe.

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🌃 Stargate Atlantis 🌃 (John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir, Rodney McKay/John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir)

My home-field ship is Sheppard/Weir, and I love them in every weather! I have also read some great ot3 fics and there really aren't enough of them to meet all the potential. John and Rodney both love her so so much in canon and are people who really don't know how to process or express that, and it makes me want to see how they figure it out... or make it messier. If you're writing that ot3, it's important to me that Elizabeth be a full and loved participant in the dynamic (and not just a guest or a ghost in a McShep fic).

In any case, I really want Elizabeth to be alive! Equally fine with fics set in seasons 1-3, AUs where Elizabeth is rescued or comes back another way, or fics where "that just didn't happen." I'm fine with "came back wrong" or suffering along the way as long as at her core she's Elizabeth and it ends in a hopeful or happy way.

Tags requested:

"Thank God You're/We're Alive" Sex

Aphrodisiacs

Body Worship

Can't Stop Thinking About It - Can't Forget One Night Stand

Clearly The Fact That We Keep Having Sex Is A Series of Unrelated Bad Decisions

Comfort Sex

Desperate Arousal

Dom/sub - Soft Dom

Established Relationship - The Inherent Romance And Eroticism Of Being Known

Hand Jobs

Hurt/Comfort Sex

Masturbation

Mutual Pining

On the run together [Maybe they rescue Elizabeth but can't return to Atlantis for some reason...?]

Praise Kink

Reunion Sex

Sex Pollen

trapped together

Trauma Recovery

Voyeurism

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👽 Stargate SG-1 👽 (Clone Sam/Jack)

I love this ship when they’re still themselves, but now with some understandable existential angst and alienation from both their past and new lives. I love exploring the tension between what they have lost and this new life they have, and the challenges of navigating a relationship when they spent so long NOT being in a relationship. Sexually, it must be so strange (and perhaps also so fun?) to have new bodies with old souls and skills...

"I know it's still you in there" Sex

Body Worship

Comfort Sex

First Time

Hurt/Comfort Sex

Mutual Masturbation With Intent to Watch Each Other in Lieu of First Time Sex

Playful Sex

Praise Kink

Semi-Public Sex

Shower Sex

Tender Sex

DNW: Either of them having sex with other teenagers. DNW exception: I usually DNW unplanned pregnancy, but I'm ok with pregnancy scares or unplanned pregnancy for these two.

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🍺 Cheers 🍺 (Sam/Diane)

This couple is the platonic ideal of “toxic ship that needs to be together monogamously forever as a quarantine measure so nobody else ever has to be part of this.” I love them. They’re the worst. They have incredible sex and want each other so bad it makes them look stupid. I NEED them to annoy each other til death do they part. I will happily read smut, fluff, angst, unhealthy coping mechanisms, hate-sex-but-secretly-I-love-you-sex, canon-like comedy disaster shenanigans, even an unlikely-fantasy version of them where they go an entire loving fic without torturing each other because they've figured things out feeds my heart.

Tags:

Alternate Universe - Soulmates [they would hate this sooooo much!! a true escalation of their dynamic in the show to cosmic levels]

Argument leads to sex

bickering as foreplay

Clearly The Fact That We Keep Having Sex Is A Series of Unrelated Bad Decisions

Clothing - Black tie dress code

Faking Sex to Fool Someone Watching Results in Real Sex

Kept Constantly Aroused [just imagining them doing a "who will break first" torture game all week in the bar...]

Oral - Sneaking away from public event for risky semi-public cunnilingus

Position - Table Sex

Position - Wall Sex

Reconciliation Sex

Slap Slap Kiss

unexpected tenderness

Wedding Night

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⛑ M*A*S*H ⛑

I'm brand new to this fandom! As of writing this, I have watched through season 4 and it is rewiring my brain daily. They're all trapped together and so they love each other and hate each other and admire and need and pity and sometimes they just like each other. Everyone is horny and everyone's a little pathetic. They're all obsessed with each other in one way or another and I'm obsessed with them!!

I'm always happy to read romantic love, but in this case, these clowns are so situationally codependent that I think "flawed human people who need something in a hard situation and get some of it from each other through sex (and learn something about themselves or each other/maybe grow closer in some way through that)" rings true! (This is not a request to not do romance though if that's what rings true for you.)

About the ships:

I am obsessed with Frank and Margaret's dysfunctional relationship, I have spent waaaay too many hours thinking about What's Wrong With Them. They are so horny it's doing them psychological damage (and doing psychological damage to everyone else in the 4077 who has to think about it). You know they fuck so well.

Hawkeye/Trapper/Margaret has the potential to be really hot or kind of silly or even... surprisingly sweet. I answered an ask about it recently here!! Either this is a case of her calling their bluff because she's fed up, a circumstantial case of irrepressibly horny people huddling for warmth, or maybe they're really taking care of each other when they need it.

Trapper/Margaret: I soooooo wanted them to hook up [and probably regret it] [but could they stop at just once??]. I mean she's hot for him and he's got a lot of charged energy around her and they'd both really like to put each other in their place... 🔥

Hawkeye/Trapper: They are together in all kinds of weather! They are besties, the automatic plus-one for any shenanigan, they're so open with each other, they're so physically affectionate, they'd do anything for each other... (I also answered an ask about them.)

I just realized I didn't click on Hawkeye/Margaret and now it looks like I specifically excluded them.

Hawkeye/Trapper/Margaret/Frank: This one is kind of a writing dare tbh, but the comedy doubles act in every scene with these four makes me curious how it could happen. Couple swap? Both couples having sex in the same place but expressly NOT paying attention to each other (jk unless...)? Is this what will finally get them out of the time loop????

Tags:

"Thank God You're/We're Alive" Sex

Awkward First Times

Can't Stop Thinking About It - Can't Forget One Night Stand

Clearly The Fact That We Keep Having Sex Is A Series of Unrelated Bad Decisions

Clothing - Coming In Pants

Comfort Sex

Desperate Arousal

Frenemies with Benefits

Friends With Benefits

Huddling For Warmth Leads To Sex

Praise Kink

Sex as a Team-Building Exercise

Sex Chicken - 'I won't back down first!' mentality leads to sex

Sex gets paused to deal with PTSD then maybe returned to

Slap Slap Kiss

Switching

Threesome - A/B have sex while C watches

Threesome - F/M/M

Time Travel - Time Loop can only be broken by having sex with specific person

Voyeurism

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🛸 The X-Files 🛸 (Doggett/Reyes, Doggett/Reyes/Scully, Mulder/Scully/Doggett/Reyes)

Doggett/Reyes is a lifelong ship for me, and I love the season 9 dynamics between Doggett, Reyes, and Scully – how they work together professionally, their developing friendships and trust, and their romantic attractions. Some of the draw of an ot4 with all the agents is the idea that their affections for everyone in the group are not equal and not the same, so that makes for a fun dynamic. How does it happen? How do they not just end up killing each other?

Tags:

"Thank God You're/We're Alive" Sex

Blow Jobs

Clothing - Black tie dress code

Comfort Sex

Hand Jobs

Hurt/Comfort Sex

On the run together

Playful Sex

Telepathic Bond [so fascinated by Monica's spooky visions and how she's convinced Doggett has them too...]

Threesome - A/B have sex while C watches

Threesome - Established Couple Seducing Third Character

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That's all! :) I hope you find something fun here to entertain you. Thank you again!

[therainroguefanfiction]

❉ 139 Dreams (Tej Parker 2 of 2) External

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Genre: Angst, fluff, romance

Word Count: 3,328

Pairing: Heavyset Female! Reader x Tej

World: The Fast & The Furious franchise

Warnings: Violence

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"Ah! There they are. Disaster." Safar shook his head in disbelief as the group entered the garage, led by Ramsey.

"I'm sorry," she told him, but he wasn't having any of it.

"I get you an invite to the most exclusive party in Abu Dhabi -"

"Safar..."

"No, no, no. You steal the host's car and you jump it between two buildings."

"Actually, it was three buildings," Brian interjected, holding up three fingers. You snorted, elbowing him in the ribs and getting a grin in return.

"Oh!" Safar laughed sarcastically. "Two? Insult. Three? Honor. My bad."

The door closed loudly and Mr. Nobody approached the group with Sheppard close behind. "Well, well, well. I have to say, you've got an interesting interpretation there of 'low-key,' Mr. Toretto. You know, Dom, I thought we had an understanding."

Dom shrugged nonchalantly. "Sometimes you have to play the hand you're dealt."

"Now, that's why I prefer to be the dealer."

You shifted your weight and winced, holding your arm over your stomach. One would think having extra weight would help shield a person, but it really doesn't. Especially when someone hits your stomach with the leg of a table like they were batting for a homerun. It honestly hurt like a bitch, but you were confident that the damage wasn't anything serious. More of an inconvenience than anything.

A warm hand rested on the small of your back and Tej leaned toward you, his voice soft so as not to draw attention to the two of you. "You good?"

You released a shaky breath, partly because of the pain and partly because of how close he was to you. "Yeah... yeah, I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Absolutely." You glanced at Ramsey as she approached a set of computers with God's Eye in her hand. You nodded toward her. "You should be over there. Might learn something."

Tej hesitated, looking from you to the computers a couple of times before finally nodding and approaching them. His eyes lit up when he did. "Oh damn, this is crazy."

Ramsey plugged in the drive and the monitors flickered to life.

"What's it doing now?" questioned Rome.

"It's hunting," she answered. "Hacking into the security cameras at Etihad Towers. That's the last place you saw Shaw, so that's where we'll start."

Footage of the party popped up, showing Shaw on the elevator.

"That's him." Brian stepped closer, pointing him out. "Right there."

"Wait, wait." Tej leaned closer. "What are these numbers right here for?"

"It's bio-mapping Shaw's face. It'll run it against every camera. Every audio device in this hemisphere."

"So much for privacy," you muttered, slowly lowering yourself onto a nearby stool.

"Bingo. Looks like he's holed up here."

"That's perfect," Brian stated. "Automated factory, no people, lots of places to hide."

Mr. Nobody was impressed. "You just changed the face of manhunts forever. Congratulations."

Personally, you believed the thing should be destroyed. It's impossible to keep power from the evil that desires it and, honestly, no one should have that much power no matter what side they consider themselves on. It's a literal disaster magnet! But you kept your thoughts to yourself, not wanting to risk making yourself look like a fool in front of Tej.

"Hey, uh..." Rome leaned toward Ramsey. "Can I check my email real quick?"

You shook your head in disbelief. The others sent him deadpan stares.

Dom was the one to break the silence, but it wasn't an answer to Rome's question. "Dawn's up in two hours. We're gonna go take down Shaw then. Go get changed."

You caught Brian's eyes and you knew what he was thinking - no way was Dom gonna wait 'til dawn, he just didn't want to put his crew in the line of fire. 'He can be such a dad sometimes, sheesh.'

The others started to clear out, happy over the idea of getting changed and getting some rest, but you stayed put, asking one of the soldiers if they could get you some painkillers. While waiting on him to return, Tej approached you, tapping your arm with the back of his hand.

"Come on, Y/N. You can ride with me."

As badly as you wanted to accept that offer, you knew you had a job to do. Instead, you offered him a small smile. "Thanks, Tej, but... I think I'll hang back here for a bit."

His brow furrowed. "Why?"

"Oh, uh..."

An arm slung around your shoulders as Brian appeared at your side. "I asked her to. We need to have a little chat about something private."

Tej didn't look convinced as his eyes darted between the two of you, but he did trust both of you so he finally nodded. "Alright. Call me if you need me."

"Night, Tej." You gave him a little wave and he smiled before turning around and leaving the garage.

"Let's go," Brian urged before the two of you rushed toward the other side of the building where Mr. Nobody and his men were preparing. Dom was there, as well, already out of his suit.

"I thought you said at dawn," commented Mr. Nobody.

"My guys are racers," Dom told him seriously. "The best drivers in the world, but they ain't killers."

Brian stepped around the corner, sending you a look. "I told you he'd say that."

You were close behind, clicking your tongue. "Maybe not direct killers, but we've ended quite a few people inadvertently."

Dom sent you both a look, much like a parent displeased with his unruly children.

"We know you too well, Dom, and we're going with you."

You nodded, giving him a grin. "Can't get rid of us that easily, man."

"Well, looks like we've got a nice little hunting party." Mr. Nobody clapped his hands as he looked over at you. "Let's go bag a shadow."

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"Have you ever heard the saying, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend'?" Shaw sat at a small, square table eating a steak dinner. He didn't look the least bit surprised or worried by the group of armed soldiers surrounding him, their weapons trained and ready to fire at a moment's notice.

You gripped the assault rifle tightly, stepping closer to Brian. "I've got a bad feeling about this."

"Yeah, me too."

"I don't have friends," Dom told him confidently. "I got family."

"Well, I got a lot of friends."

The lights cut off suddenly, plunging the factory into darkness. An explosion went off somewhere behind you, the light showing off a group of armed men before fading. Gunfire filled the air and you dived for cover behind a large wooden crate. Bullets grazed it seconds later, sending slivers of wood flying everywhere.

"Two-two formation!" Mr. Nobody barked loudly. "Sheppard, peel one!"

You couldn't see shit beyond the flash of muzzles as they fired and you squinted into the darkness. Your eyes started to adjust and you slowly peered over the top of the crate, lying down fire on the men closest to you. You saw Mose raising his gun, aiming at a soldier who had his back to the man and you scowled, shifting your aim to take fire but you were too slow, Mose downing the soldier in a matter of a couple seconds with a shot to the head. You fired at him and he dodged.

From the corner of your eyes, you saw Mr. Nobody hit the ground. The second your attention was elsewhere, Mose took advantage, aiming for your head but you moved at the last second. A sharp pain ripped through your shoulder and you gritted your teeth in pain, spraying fire toward him. Blood soaked the white dress shirt you wore, trickling down your arm. Adrenaline did its job, keeping most of the pain at bay so you could continue fighting for your life and the life of everyone else on your team. They were pushing up, though, forcing you to snake between crates and large metal drums to get closer to your team.

"Cover me!" Brian yelled at you before attempting to grab the God's Eye. You did your best, taking out several of the enemies before they could attack him, but there were just too many. For every guy you took down, it seemed like two more popped up in his place.

"Brian, leave it!" Dom ordered, helping Mr. Nobody toward the exit while you and Brian laid down cover fire. You heard something heavier than bullets clang against the ground.

"Get down!" Brian cried.

"Shit, shit, shit!" You rushed after them and the grenade exploded behind you, the blast pushing you forward so quickly that you lost your footing, falling to the ground. Your ears were ringing, head fuzzy, and body sore, but there was no time to rest. Brian grabbed your arm and yanked you up.

Dom lifted Mr. Nobody like he was nothing more than a sack of potatoes. "I got you!"

You rushed out of the building, stepping around Dom so you could pull the back door open to the closest SUV. He put him inside rougher than he meant to before hopping in beside him, slamming the door. Brian jumped into the driver's seat and you got in beside him, breathing heavily as he put the SUV in reverse and whipped it around, the tires squealing in protest.

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"We gotta get you two to the hospital," Brian said in a slightly panicked tone, glancing at Mr. Nobody who had begun coughing loudly. His bulletproof vest had caught one bullet, but another had lodged deep into his side.

"No, you're not," he ordered in a pained voice. "I carry my own... health insurance. SOCM medics on standby. They're already inbound. Pull over, kid!"

Brian was reluctant to do so, but he relented. The sun was beginning to rise, the sky lighting up around you. You tugged the white dress shirt off with a grunt of pain, earning a worried look from the blonde beside you. You just smiled tiredly, tearing a strip of the cloth before wrapping it around the wound as best as you could, using your teeth to tighten it. The adrenaline was nearly gone now and waves of pain were beginning to crash over you.

Dom got out when the SUV came to a stop, helping Mr. Nobody out and over to a metal barrier. After ordering you to stay put, Brian jumped out to join them. You wanted to retort, to ask where you could possibly go, but you honestly didn't have the energy for sarcasm. You were exhausted and in a lot of pain.

It wasn't until the helicopter appeared on the horizon that the two men returned to the SUV, peeling off down the sandy road.

"A war is coming for us," Dom stated from the backseat. "Whether we like it or not. If a war is coming... we're gonna face them on the streets we know best."

"We're going home?" you wondered softly, watching the sand dunes fly by out the window.

"Yeah," Dom gently patted your arm, mindful of the wound. "We're going home."

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"Should've taken you to the hospital," Brian muttered as he helped you out of the SUV.

"We don't have time for that," you muttered back, following Dom into the lobby of the hotel. "The wound isn't too bad, I can stitch it up myself before our flight leaves. Just..." you winced in pain, clutching your shoulder. "...get me to my room."

"I'll wake up the others," Dom told you.

When the elevator stopped on your floor, Brian helped you to your room, but he was crowding you like a mother hen and it was working on your last nerve. "Brian, can you please go buy me some painkillers, whiskey, and bandages?"

He seemed hesitant to leave you.

"Please, Bri."

"Yeah... yeah, alright. I'll be right back so hang in there."

You breathed deeply when he finally left, sliding down to the floor with your back against the bed. With more effort than usual, you managed to tug over the black duffel back from beside the bed, pulling it open to search for the items you would need - fishing wire, a needle, a tiny bottle of rum, and a white towel. You realized that you should probably start investing in red towels instead.

The door slammed open, bouncing against the wall and your brow furrowed in confusion, knowing there was no way Brian had returned that quickly. To your surprise, it was Tej that rounded the corner, looking equal parts worried and panicked.

"Jesus." He fell to his knees beside you, inspecting the wound. "You said you wouldn't do anything reckless."

"Technically speaking, that only applied to the party, not what happened after." You resisted the urge to shift uncomfortably under his penetrating gaze.

"Don't move," he told you sternly before leaning closer, his hand on your arm. "Looks like the bullet went straight through." He folded the towel, holding it beneath the wound before slowly pouring the rum over your skin.

You hissed in pain, fingers clenching around the carpet.

"Sorry. Just bear with it, baby girl."

The pet name sent waves of heat to your face and you quickly turned your head away so he wouldn't notice, your voice soft. "You don't have to do this, you know... I can do it myself."

"Not happening," he shook his head, lighting pressing the soaked cloth over the wound. "What were you thinking, going with them?" He dipped the needle into the rub for some sort of sterilization before threading the fishing wire through it. "I can't believe they took you with them."

"I didn't give 'em much choice," you muttered, leaning your head back against the mattress and closing your eyes. "I wouldn't forgive myself if I didn't go."

"Stop putting others before yourself," he scolded with an angry tone, pressing the needle into your skin. "You're always throwing yourself in the line of fire, not caring what happens to you."

"Well... yeah. As long as you guys are safe, that's all I care about."

"And what about what we care about? What I care about?"

You slowly lifted your head to look at him, meeting his gaze. You had never seen so much heat, so much raw emotion in his eyes before. It stole your breath away. "Tej..."

"I don't know what I'd do if I lost you," he told you softly, resting his hand on your cheek. "I can't lose you, YN."

Your heart skipped a beat, lips opening and closing as you tried to form a sentence. The door opened again and Brian rounded the corner with a plastic bag in his hands. He seemed relieved to see Tej there.

"Here, this will help." He set the bag down beside you, taking out extra strength pain pills and your favorite drink.

"Thanks, Bri," you murmured softly, holding your hand out so he could place the pills into your hand

"How's it look?"

"It looks worse than it is," Tej told him, tieing off the fishing line. "It's a solid fix for now, but I'm taking her to the hospital as soon as we land."

"Do I get a say in this?"

"No," they both chorused, making you scoff.

"Rude asses."

Brian patted his shoulder. "I'll leave her in your hands, then. Let me know if you need anything else."

Your eyes followed him as he rounded the corner, listening to the sound of the door closing behind him. A thick silence had settled over you as Tej wrapped the wound with the bandage. You wanted to say something to him, to give him an excuse for your behavior, but you couldn't manage more than a soft, "Sorry..."

His expression softened. "I'm just glad you're okay, baby girl."

That damned pet name again! Tears stung at your eyes and you bit down hard on your lip but it didn't stop them from rushing down your cheeks. He noticed your trembling shoulders before your tears.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he inquired softly, cupping your cheek to make you look at him. "Are you in a lot of pain?"

You shook your head, wiping furiously at your eyes but the tears refused to stop. "No, it's just... everything!" You breathed out.

"It's been rough lately." His thumb brushed away your tears and he smiled softly. "But we'll get through it, we always do. Right now, you only need to focus on healing up, baby girl."

You shot up, ignoring the pain in your shoulder. "Stop calling me that!"

"I've always called you that." He stood up, a frown tugging at his lips. He reached out for you but you stepped back, running a hand through your hair.

"I know that! It's just... when you call me that, you give me hope and that fucking hurts."

"Hope for what?"

You didn't answer, turning your back to him. Regret filled you and you scolded yourself for opening your big mouth. You felt embarrassed, you were in pain, and you just wanted to sleep and forget everything but Tej wasn't going to let this go, you knew that.

He tried to turn you toward him but you wouldn't budge so he moved to stand in front of you instead, lifting your chin up to meet his eyes. "Hope for what, Y/N? For this?" His lips captured your own, stealing the breath from your lungs.

Your hands shook as you reached for the polo shirt he was wearing, your fingers curling around the fabric. And then you came to your senses, pushing him away. "Why are you doing this to me, Tej? It fucking hurts, okay? Every time you call me that, it gives me this tiny sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe there's a chance you could like me, but I know that won't ever happen..."

"You seem pretty sure about that." Tej's face was blank, not betraying how he was feeling or what was going through his mind.

You scoffed. "Of course I am. You don't exactly hide the type of women you like and I'm nothing like them! The perfect girls to parade around in fancy cars... I'm fat and don't even qualify as cute. No one wants to see my fat ass on a car and I get that. I accepted it but you always do these small things that give me hope and I can't take it anymore!" Tears were now falling freely from your eyes and you didn't care to stop them this time.

"I won't lie, I do find them attractive," Tej slowly closed the distance between you. "But to me, you're damn sexy, Y/N."

"Stop it."

"It's not just about the external, baby girl. It's about what's here," he tapped two fingers over your heart, looking deeply into your eyes. "So what if you're not skinny? You are the strongest, bravest woman I know with a heart of gold, and that makes you the sexiest woman in the world. Those other girls may catch my eyes, but you're the only one who caught my heart."

"Tej..." You searched his eyes for any sign of deceit but you saw only genuine love and warmth.

He smiled, his thumb brushing your cheek as he leaned in, claiming your lips again. You clutched at his shirt, bringing him closer as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss. "I love you, baby girl. Don't ever forget that."

"I... love you too, Tej," you replied softly, a smile tugging at your lips. Saying the words for the first time out loud felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. You felt so much relief and happiness swirling inside of you. You never thought you would ever see this day but now that it was here, you wanted it to last forever.

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[ao3feed-mcshep]

Are You the One For Me?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/IQfNFiU

by Lotus_Fantasy

“You thought the sex would be hot because she’s hot,” she said. “And you’re disappointed because it wasn’t.”

“Yes?” Rodney said, a bit thrown by the scathing edge to her voice.

Laura folded her arms. “Do you know what an ass that makes you sound like?”

Rodney frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. “What?”

She rolled her eyes. “First of all, you’re totally objectifying her.”

“I am not!” Rodney protested.

“Yes, you are,” Laura said, swiping out her leg and kicking the side of his knee. “Second of all, maybe the sex was average because you weren’t any good.”

Rodney opened his mouth to vehemently argue, but he closed it without a word. “Huh.”

She raised an eyebrow. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“No, of course not,” Rodney said. “Well, maybe. Sort of. I don’t know. I found out she was a sub, and I just sort of . . . jumped at the opportunity to get in her pants.”  He winced at how superficial that sounded.

“I would say something, but I can see by your expression you already know what a douche you sound like.”

He grimaced. "I knew as soon as I said it."

Words: 9758, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Stargate Atlantis

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex, Laura Cadman

Relationships: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard

Additional Tags: Getting Together, First Time, PWP, Smut, Dom/sub, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Bad Sex, Kink Negotiation, Praise Kink, Dom!Rodney, Sub!John, Minor Angst, Rodney and John figuring out their dynamic, Sex, Anal Sex, Rimming, Cock Warming, Rodney sort of objectifies John, without meaning to, Porn with Feelings, Post-Episode: s02e04 Duet (Stargate Atlantis), Self-Indulgent, Rodney's kind of a dope in the beginning, but there is no non-con, or even dub-con, Light BDSM

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