Lean more casually dude. It's not apparent yet that you are really into watching this tall, muscular man absolutely wreck the shit of anyone who gets in his way.
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Lean more casually dude. It's not apparent yet that you are really into watching this tall, muscular man absolutely wreck the shit of anyone who gets in his way.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
John/Ronon, 3K, tentacle monsters (but not the sexy kind), floating flying contraptions, teammates in peril
My giftfic for @acrowbyanyothername in the sga fanworks holiday exchange
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âI can fly anything,â Sheppard said with that cocky smirk of his that Ronon found annoying and endearing all at once.
He eyed the contraption warily. Theyâd seen these inflatable vehicles occasionally floating on the distant horizon, and they knew the people of Nogard used these contraptions, but so far any attempts to discover the peopleâs secrets had been met with polite but impervious walls. Meanwhile, they couldnât say for sure that the natives of this world had intended them to be separated from one another, but Teyla and Rodney had been carried away downstream on a riverboat bound for the coast, leaving John and Ronon ashore and unable to reach them. Officials had politely but implacably informed them there wouldnât be another boat for three of the planetâs long days.
After hours of calm indifference to their need to be reunited with their team, after repeated attempts to divert them into looking at the Ancient outpost the Nogardians felt sure John would be able to use his gene to help them with, Sheppard had finally snapped.
âRonon,â he'd said quietly, âhowâd you feel about committing acts of larceny?â
Ronon had merely grinned in response, because action was needed; the larceny part was incidental.
Still, he didnât share Sheppardâs confidence about this mode of transport. They had no idea how this thing worked, just that it was a curiously organic-looking inflated sphere, coloured a greenish purple, tree-height, webbed over with ropes, a human-sized tub suspended beneath. The thing was tethered in a clearing to the south of the main city, bobbing and swaying in a gentle breeze.
They crossed the open space as quickly as they could and climbed into the tub, hunkering down to hide from any pursuit.
âSheppard, not so sure 'bout thisâŠâ
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they don't talk about it | .5k, t, multi
in which john is working on asking for what he needs.
teyla: pinned | ronon: calculated | rodney: empty | john: closer
Part 4 in the very cleverly- and subtly-named Sheppard discovers his piss kink series!
ShepDex watersports: Out here đŠ
John was leaning on the wall-rail of the little outside balcony off his quarters, barefoot, watching the sun set over the ocean when Ronon finally got there.Â
âI was starting to think you werenât coming tonight after all,â John commented idly, glancing back over his shoulder just long enough to shoot Ronon a raised-eyebrows look.Â
Ronon grunted a laugh as the solid warmth of his body brushed up against John from behind. âThat impatient, huh?â he murmured into Johnâs neck.Â
A curl of heat wound through Johnâs gut as Rononâs hands found his hips, Rononâs crotch pressing more firmly against his ass. âWell⊠maybe a little,â he allowed, a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth.Â
âMm⊠Well, you donât have worry,â Ronon said with a grin, and paused just long enough to suck a hard kiss into Johnâs neck just under the collar line of his t-shirt. âIâm definitely still planning on coming tonight.âÂ
Johnâs laugh turned into more of a breathy moan as Ronon slid one big hand up under his shirt, thumb brushing over his nipple and hips rolling forward to grind against Johnâs ass. In the same motion, Rononâs other hand slid forward to get a firm grip on Johnâs belt and the waistband of his combat pants, just at the front of his hip.Â
âSo should I go take a piss first, orâŠâ Ronon paused, inhaling into Johnâs neck and licking a hot wet trail up the line of his jaw. âYou in the mood?âÂ
thatâs an order | m, 1.3k, shepdex
@trainofcommand challenged me to use as many prompts from this list as possible and write a fic.
âHey, buddy,â he says, taking a cautious step forward, wary of the erratic swing of Rononâs arm. âWhy donât you hand me the knife?â
Ronon doesnât turn, keeps his knife between him and the vines as he growls back, âNot a good idea. Have you seen this thing?â
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annnd I wrapped up that John/Dave(/Ronon) fic that grew feelings on me and, like, pretty much consumed my entire being for the past two months.
Coming Home - Explicit, complete
CW for underage content in chapter 1-3, incest, and more, please read the tags xx
Six chapters, just shy of 15k words total... I still don't know where this came from but I've never been so interested in Dave Sheppard before đđ Starts when they're teenagers and wraps up in canon-present-day. I'm also still not over the moodboard art Anagrrl made for me to go with it đ so I'm gonna put that here along with a little Chapter 5 (Reunion) excerpt just because I can.
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After an incredibly awkward exchange with John and his⊠âfriend,â the rest of the day passes in a blur. Somber faces Dave only half recognizes, a tangle of conflicting emotions heâd just rather not have to process at all, especially not today.Â
Johnâs home. Now, John comes home, after disappearing for longer than he ever had before; after leaving Dave to deal with all of this alone and not even bothering to get in touch, let alone come back for a goddamn visit.Â
Dave canât work out whether heâs more relieved or pissed off about it.Â
He also canât work out how, exactly, heâs feeling about John bringing a stupidly attractive man home with him the fucking minute their father dies. Civilian contractor, my ass, Dave thinks to himself, with equal measures of bitterness, sardonic amusement, andâÂ
âŠJealousy.Â
Even after all this time, even through the dark, mirthless laugh he gets at the thought of John pulling this stunt to flip their father one last middle finger for good measure on his way out; despite all that, Dave canât bring himself to deny the fact that deep down, heâs jealous that this guy has what Dave lost, twenty-plus years ago.Â
The way the two stand while they talk quietly, so casually, comfortably near one another; the way this âRononâ hovers protectively and glowers at almost everyone else who comes too close or so much as looks at John sideways. The way John smiles up at Ronon, who is⊠not that far off from Dave himself in height and build, even if they have nothing else in common.Â
The afternoon seems to last for a week all by itself; but once the day is finally, finally over, once everyone has gone home and left Dave in peace⊠He steels himself, and goes to find his brother. Surprisingly, John hadnât found some vague excuse to leave earlyâ Dave had been fully expecting he wouldâ and he and Ronon accepted the offer to stay the night at the estate to give Dave and John the chance for a much-needed talk.
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Ronon/Sheppard smut: Fascinating
Does it count as rapidly-written if it's been sitting in my mind fully formed and unwritten for over a year but I only just hammered the actual words out now?
Once Ronon noticed Sheppardâs thing about his own wrists, he couldnât for the life of him un-notice it.Â
The watch made sense, but it took a little longer before Ronon worked out what Sheppardâs deal was with the black sweatband was. He seemed to always need something on his wrists. On the rare occasions his wrists were bare, heâd fidget almost constantly; absentmindedly rub them, tug at the sleeves of his jacket, close one hand over the other wrist and squeeze lightly. If he forgot the sweatband or watch in his quarters, heâd make an excuse to go back for it if he could, no matter what it made him late for.Â
It was fascinating.Â
And it made Ronon wonder what else Sheppard enjoyed feeling tighten around his wrists.Â
He started testing it out during their sparring training, and⊠Sure enough, every single time Ronon got a grip on one or both of Sheppardâs wrists, Sheppard got briefly distractedâ and a little hard. Without even seeming to realize it was happening.Â
It was way fucking hotter than it should have been, and Ronon finally couldnât stop himself from taking it further, just to see how Sheppard would react.Â
âYou know, youâre never going to win when you want this to happen,â Ronon growled. He had his team leader face-down on the floor, sitting on Sheppardâs legs, one hand pinning Sheppardâs wrists to his lower back and the other planted firmly between his shoulder blades.Â
Sheppard froze briefly; then tried to wrench free again. Ronon held him down easily, keeping him there just a moment longer.Â
âI dunno what the hell youâre talking about,â Sheppard snapped, scrambling to his feet the instant Ronon let him go. âWhy would I want to lose?âÂ
He was flushed, more than normal from the physical exertion alone. Ronon didnât have to look away from his face to notice the slight tent Sheppard was pitching in his blue track pants.Â
Falling back into his loose-limbed ready stance, Ronon grinned. âNot what I meant.âÂ
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âHey,â Ronon says, rounding on John, suddenly close. âYou know this is a date, right?â
âI kind of put that together, yeah,â John says. He can feel his ears going hot. âNext time, you can just ask me, you know?â
below or on ao3: five times ronon and john had a date and one time they needed one