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what what in the butt
I think I'm going to call this picspam "Things Which Are Particularly Awesome Or Hilarious" and dedicate it to people who like taking it up the ass. Caps by nightspring.
Yes, you.
Rodney holds on to him until the last possible moment. Sigh.
Even the nurse knows John is super gay. She is fond of him like she might be fond of a slightly strange puppy, aw.
Ahahahaha.
This is one of those times when I'm not sure if he's scorchingly hot or boyishly adorable. What to doooo.
It looks like an egg but tastes like hard boiled failure. :((
Rodney can't deal with this level of awesome.
John is plotting Carson's demise right now. No one expects exploding tumors, he muses.
Oh yes.
Rodney and Elizabeth are overcome by the sloppiness of that theta. Or maybe John, whatever.
Here, John introduces you to his budunkadunk, and Carson knows exactly what you're thinking, you dirty, dirty pervert.
And while he might approve, everyone else is wildly uncomfortable.
There is nothing I want more in this world than to see Rodney suck cock. Is that wrong?
fey \ˈfā\ (adjective)
a: excessively refined : PRECIOUS
b: quaintly unconventional : CAMPY
Feel free to comment with your own pictures or captions! Or, you know, you can talk about how exactly John likes to take it up the ass, I won't stop you. I'm thinking bent over the kitchen counter with his hands braced on their brand spanking new backsplash tiles, Y/N?
Yes, you.
Rodney holds on to him until the last possible moment. Sigh.
Even the nurse knows John is super gay. She is fond of him like she might be fond of a slightly strange puppy, aw.
Ahahahaha.
This is one of those times when I'm not sure if he's scorchingly hot or boyishly adorable. What to doooo.
It looks like an egg but tastes like hard boiled failure. :((
Rodney can't deal with this level of awesome.
John is plotting Carson's demise right now. No one expects exploding tumors, he muses.
Oh yes.
Rodney and Elizabeth are overcome by the sloppiness of that theta. Or maybe John, whatever.
Here, John introduces you to his budunkadunk, and Carson knows exactly what you're thinking, you dirty, dirty pervert.
And while he might approve, everyone else is wildly uncomfortable.
There is nothing I want more in this world than to see Rodney suck cock. Is that wrong?
fey \ˈfā\ (adjective)
a: excessively refined : PRECIOUS
b: quaintly unconventional : CAMPY
Feel free to comment with your own pictures or captions! Or, you know, you can talk about how exactly John likes to take it up the ass, I won't stop you. I'm thinking bent over the kitchen counter with his hands braced on their brand spanking new backsplash tiles, Y/N?
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My, he's pretty. Part 1
John just leans against the door way, hips cocked just so. He tries to make his face expressionless, but that's pretty much a losing battle and he knows it. The only time he's convincingly expressionless is when he's contemplating exactly how he's going to kill someone. It's a surprisingly useful trick 95% of the time.
Now? Not really so very much.
Rodney's head drops, glaring from beneath his eyebrows. "You look like you're constipated. Would you like me to detail just how very unhelpful that is to your cause? Because I can."
Okay, fine, time for phase two. "Aw, Rodneeeeey," he drawls, sauntering from the doorway to the bed, crawling along the surface in a move he in no way stole from a stupid television show about vampires. It forced Rodney to stretch out on his back -- and it worked every single time, too -- exposing hips that were perfect for John to settle himself over, grinding just a little. "C'mon."
"If you say 'you know you wanna' so help me, I will throw you out by your ear."
Rodney really was tired, exhausted after round-the-clock repairs and he deserved uninterrupted sleep. The way his hands trembled, wrists almost wobbly as he touched John's sides were a dead give-away.
However, for all of that, John knew Rodney, probably better than either of them would ever admit to. So, sometimes John learned it was better to be selfish -- and hey, at the same time, make sure Rodney actually slept instead of fretting and tossing the night away, caught on the adrenaline high of too much work -- than try to be altruistic about it.
He was good with selfish, fortunately.
His shoulders ached from his position, but John ignored it. He knew Rodney loved this, the way John displayed himself like a peacock, strutting and preening the way he did for no one else but Rodney. "I'll do all the work," he promised, ghosting kisses over a clammy neck. "C'mon, Rodney, please. I want it."
"Oh, the opportunities," Rodney mourned, tilting his head at a better angle. "So many of them, all around me, and me too tired to take advantage of any of it."
"So take advantage of me." John underscored the offer with with a nip behind Rodney's ear. He was never comfortable acting like this, needy and -- yes, okay -- slutty, but god, it turned him on so much. He rocked his hips more firmly, dragging his cock against Rodney's despite the clothing in between.
Give him a good reason and John could go a damn long time without anything but his right hand. Three days of Rodney otherwise distracted, however, was more than a man could take.
"Fine, okay, fine! Just -- look, I really am tired," Rodney said. "I don't even know if I'll -- "
Permission granted, John didn't bother listening to whatever else Rodney might say. Smacking a kiss on still-moving lips, John quickly stripped himself, not bothering to do more than yank Rodney's shirt up and his pants down. This wasn't about foreplay, even as he kissed Rodney's nipples, following a helpfully placed arrow down to what he really wanted. They could do long and slow later.
Right then, John just wanted to fuck.
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It was hot, Rodney unsure. He was so certain most of the time, that anything to throw him off balance... Squirming like an eager kid, John dug up the lube and a condom, slicking Rodney down with long-familiar movements.
"Hey, wait, what about -- " Rodney stopped when John reared onto his knees, completely ignoring his protests. "You planned this."
Rodney was big, big enough that it almost explained his over-weening arrogance and John always winced a little when he first took him in. His thighs trembled, already sweating as he rocked up and down, gradually taking more and more, letting gravity do most of the work.
"Christ, yes," he panted. His eyes were closed, head thrown back and he knew damned well what he looked like -- damn Rodney and his once-and-only-once need for pictures -- and, worst of all, didn't care. Rodney was hot and thick, sliding in like he fucking belonged, the position forcing John open fast enough to painful -- perfect, God, perfect, just like that -- and that little edge of pain had John moaning, Rodney breathing in short, sharp huffs as John had his way. John's thighs were already damp with sweat, Rodney's hair slick against his temples, palms wet as they slid over each other's skin, catching and squeaking and oh, this was exactly what John wanted.
There was no finesse about this, no conscious plan. Later, John would ride until his hips and thighs screamed with effort, totally in control of Rodney's pleasure as he drove them longer and harder. Now, this time, there was only fucking: sharp and primal, the slick glide of Rodney's cock pressing so deep inside, scraping against sensitive skin, the plumed head perfectly angled. There was just straining, rocking frantically as he fucked himself on Rodney's cock, barely breathing as he rutted, working himself back and forth shameless.
Who the hell cared about shame when it felt as good as this?
John came first, orgasm overtaking him with a shout of surprise. Laughter bubbled up in his wake, leaving him weak as he guffawed into Rodney's neck, sucking in skin even as he sucked in air. "Oops?"
Rodney just growled, gripping John's hips tightly enough to leave bruises -- John moaned, cock twitching like it could actually show its appreciation -- forcing John back upright so he could move John, desperation making him powerful, arms bunching and Jesus, John wished he could show his appreciation because a desperately turned on Rodney was hotter than ten thousand exploding suns.
Still, John remembered to grind himself down, tight and slick, letting Rodney set the pace until he, too, let out choked off moan and a long, grateful sigh.
John stayed exactly where he was as long as he was. Yeah, it would mean getting off would be even more uncomfortable, but whatever. It felt to good, astride Rodney, completely full and sated, while Rodney snored happily beneath him.
Good enough that he didn't even remember falling asleep, only aware of it when he woke up, completely buried under Rodney's bulk with something hard and warmly insistent rubbing against his ass.
"I did just pretty much single-handedly fix the entire city," he wheedled.
John sighed, pretending like he wasn't seconds from spreading his legs -- slut, slut, slut, and God, he loved every second of it -- and said, "Yeah, well, you do that all the time."
"Hm, true. So what?"
John laughed even as he lifted his hips just enough, letting Rodney glide back in. "What time is it?"
"Do you really care?" Rodney panted. Patterns were licked along his neck, leaving shivering goosebumps in their wake. "I mean, really?"
Rodney was moving slowly, a gentle ebb and flow that took every bit of starch out of John, leaving him happily puddled on the bed, moaning. "Oh, hell no. God, yeah, just like that."
Rodney just chuckled and started moving even slower. Smugly he said, “Didn’t think so.”
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HEEEEEEE! And he convinced Atlantis to create and plant them for him because it's twu wuv! \o/
Also, I'm thinking kneeling on the bed, panting, head hanging down and sheets bunched between his fists.
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I kind of think that this picture speaks for itself.
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As for sexual positions; up against the wall, definitely. Quick, rough and dirty.
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Ahahaha, omg, so true!
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ps, I have received a postcard from you, yay! Thank you, my dear. <3
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John is the most precious of them all...
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Ah, found it!
I'm especially fond of this one. And the ridiculous oversized chairs--it looks like the actors have no idea what to do with their arms. They look really awkward, shoulders hunched up and all:
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JOHN.
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AHAHA. I never noticed John's face in that before! Oh, JFlan! I heart your expressions so.
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Also, at this point I attempted Jack Harkness/John Sheppard but then I kind of got stuck and realized you'd probably kill me for breaking TWO otp's. Sorry?
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that's a whole lot of pretty man right there *chinhands*
thank you miss meeeeeeeeeeeeeel *cookies*
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Also, can I ask a slightly stupid question? I'm new to this fandom--all fandoms really. What exactly does OTP stand for? I get what it means from the context, I just can't quite figure out what it stands for.
This picspam made my evening all kinds of happy. Thanks!
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No one expects exploding tumors
*I iz ded*
John Sheppard: Awesomely Hilarious
This is his "What do you mean there's no such thing as unicorns?" face
Ronon's face in the background kills me.
Just got caught.
True love
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Also, I will never get tired of that last screen shot, or the one from the last scene in "Miller's Crossing," where they head off for another post-mission dinner date ♥♥♥
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THE BEST AND TRUEST CAPTION EVER?!?!
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I may be drunk, but that's hiiiiiiiilarious.
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