be curious. not judgmental.

Jess. 34. VT.

[dhplover]

Your weekly reminder that I’ll NEVER be over it

[professortennant]

picture Andy and Sharon on his couch and it’s a lazy evening and sex is the furthest thing from her mind but his thigh is pressed to hers and he’s content to just sit and BE with her as they watch crappy cable tv (“the hell is shiplap” Andy says, frowning at the tv as interior designers promise the hopeful couple they can flip their house with a few tweaks).

and there’s just this sudden desire within her to be as close as possible to him. this man who watches house hunters with her and brings her a cup of tea back from the kitchen without asking and drapes his quilt over her legs because even if she isnt cold she likes the comfort of it. she just needs to be close, needs him inside her.

she swings a leg over his lap as she settles herself atop him. he settles his hands on his hips and raises an eyebrow. “yes?”

she leans in and nips at his throat and jaw and inhales where the scent of his sweat and aftershave are most prominent. “want you.”

it’s all she needs to say for him to take care of her. his hands slide over her back and beneath her shirt as she kisses him softly, just a gentle suck on his bottom lip, before angling her head and sliding her hands into his hair to kiss him more deeply.

it’s all open-mouthed kisses and slick tongues and teeth on skin. It’s lazy, though. Unhurried. He pushes her shirt off her shoulders and laves attention on her breasts, sucking a purple-red mark on her left breast before switching to the right and working his mouth over her nipple, encouraging her rocking hips as she gasps and moans and hums above him. His tongue licks the salt on her sternum and his teeth trace the jut of her collarbone.

She can feel him half-hard beneath her where she’s rocking against him. She slides to her knees, caught between his legs and the couch, as she tugs on his sweats and underwear, tossing them to the side and then shimmying out of her own.

“Sharon.” It’s a sigh and a plea and a prayer as she licks a stripe up his half-hard cock. She waits til he’s looking at her before she dips a hand between her thighs and collects some of her own arousal before taking him in her slicked hand. “Christ.” Her mouth nips at his thigh and kisses the inside of his knee as she works him to his full length, thick and hard in her hand. The feel of him in her hand, the musky scent of both of their bodies, the knowledge that she alone is responsible for this excites her.

Her lips barely have time to close around the tip of his cock before he’s hauling her up and kissing her, groaning as he thrusts up against her. She can feel the smear of fluid on her inter thigh, can feel the pressure in her coiling tighter and tighter. It’s on the tip of her tongue to tell him that she feels empty, that she wants and needs him to fill her up. But she’s never been one for dirty talk and he’s never been one to not know exactly what she needs anyway.

He taps at her knees and thighs as he reaches between them and guides himself inside her. She’s not quite wet enough and the entry isn’t exactly smooth but the pressure and the friction are enough to have her tipping her head back in wordless pleasure.

On instinct, she rocks down on him, desperate to be closer, deeper. But Andy kisses her chest and arms and taps her hip. “Come up on your knees a little,” he instructs. When she lifts just a few inches, he grins. “Hold on.”

Before she can process what he means, he pulls out of her slowly and then thrusts his hips up even more slowly, torturous and controlled. His thumb works between their bodies as he rubs slow, pressurized circles against her clit.

He repeats the slow thrusts, taps her hips in time when he wants her to sink or rise. It’s pleasure in slow motion. Her hands find his hair, pulling and soothing, as she tries to process her body coiling brighter and tighter.

“Faster,” she gasps, trying to take control of their tempo. She doesn’t want slow but she doesn’t want it over either.

Andy’s only response is to pinch her nipple and roll it between his fingers as he sucks on her other nipple, mouth hot and slick, the pressure building. He slides back inside her with a slow but forceful thrust. She wants to scream or cry.

She settles for a strangled, “fuck.”

It’s not in her nature to curse but there is a delighted frustration in the way Andy fucks her that has her breaking all the rules. At the sound of her expletive and the feel of her nails scraping against his shoulder, Andy obeys.

He fucks her hard, pulling her hips down against his in counter-thrust. She is full, she is a beacon of pleasure too bright to be contained. She looks down at him to find him looking up at her in wonder, eyes dark and mouth parted, like she’s a wonder of the world. She rocks and lifts and lets Andy fuck up into her, shuddering at the sound of their bodies slapping together, pushing her further and further towards the precipice.

When she comes, she does so with her head thrown back, a hand on Andy’s chest and the other buried in his hair. Andy follows soon after, his forehead pressing against her sternum, his hands a vice grip on her hips, keeping her body tight around his softening cock. She can feel where she’s slick and dripping between them and it makes her feel decadent and indecent.

Her lips trail over his head and cheek before she taps him on the cheek, lifting his face to hers. They kiss languidly, exhausted and a little sloppy.

after, they stumble to the shower and languidly soap up and rinse off. between toweling off and sliding into a fresh set of panties and sweats, though, Andy kneels between her legs on the bed and kisses her trembling thighs. For a brief blinding moment, Sharon thinks he will break her when he turns to rummage through his bedside table where the bottle of lubricant is normally housed. Instead, she finds herself laughing indignantly when he emerges with some roll-on icy hot. He grins at her cheekily. “Your knees deserve it.”

He carefully applies the ointment to her knees and the outside of her thighs before standing with a groan. “Not so fast,” she says, catching his arm and tugging him down on the bed beside her. He hums low in his throat when his back pops and she laughs, hiding her face against his chest. She kisses his ribcage and murmurs, “your turn” against his skin.

She uncaps the icy hot and rolls it liberally against his back and hips. When she’s done, she leans over and kisses his belly and taps his thigh. “There, all done.”

Menthol, sex, and HGTV—what more could they ask for.

[deelylah-sedai]

[clownfish-casino]

OKAY I'm curious

where do you write your fics

ellipsus

google docs

directly in the AO3 editor

notes app

physical paper

literally wherever I can (sticky notes, your hand, scrap paper, etc)

something else (tell me in tags or comments !!)

not a fic writer but I wanna press a button too !!!

Remaining time: 1 day 7 hours

would appreciate reblogs for sample size ::]

[starrybouquet]

so what im seeing here is 20% of us use ms word

[belladonnabedlam]

Okay. I was on my beloved AO3 and I saw something that made me do a double take. So, now I really want to know…

What is your AO3 user ID?

I’m an OG user 5 digits or less

Six figures baby!

I’m in the millions…

Remaining time: 4 days 4 hours

I’m so curious to see how long people have been on AO3! I know some people have been on there since beta/invite only, but I would love to see what the number is on tumblr!

[waywardted]

MARY MCDONNELL as SHARON RAYDOR 1x08 | DISMISSED WITH PREJUDICE

[brainstreams]

[troywagner]

How did you find out you were bi

They sent me a notice in the mail

[eymurn]

Oh! The intimacy of adopting each other’s vocabulary.

[professortennant]

After the ballet, they’re in the parking garage and Andy is awkwardly shuffling his feet and Sharon is shifting her purse from one hand to the other. Rusty is upstairs and Nicole long since gone with a gentle kiss to her father’s cheek and a murmured, “Don’t let her go, Dad.”

Sharon is buzzing with emotions. She’s angry and confused and excited and overwhelmed. She didn’t ask for this, for him. But he’s standing there like he’s terrified to move and she’s going to lose it if she doesn’t. “Do you have anything to say?”

Andy huffs and finally turns his attention on her, all the emotion blazing across his face. How could she have ever forgotten how tightly wound he was, how loose a lid on his emotions? “Do you want to hear what I have to say? Cause you’ve been dodging me all week.”

“You’ve been lying to me all week,” she counters. The sting of deception is still fresh, unpacking baggage she long thought tucked away.

He shakes his head. “I’ve been trying to tell you the truth,” he argues, stepping closer, not quite crowding her. “I’ve been trying to tell you what happened and that I wanted what Nicole was saying to be the truth—“

She sucks in a sharp breath and puts a hand on his chest—a barrier, a plea, a moment. “Andy, I don’t want to talk about—“

“We’ve got to, Sharon!” His own plea, his own press. He steps closer, cups his hand around her elbows. “I wanna talk about how glad I am that I got outta my own way to see the person you are. I wanna talk about the way I leave the building and I gotta call you because that was already too long without hearing your voice. I wanna talk about the way that you and I got something really great here and we’re terrified.”

He’s earnest, overly so, but he’s laying his cards on the table. She doesn’t want to see his hand. Andy won’t let her look away though. He nudges his finger beneath her thumb to keep her gaze. “I wanna talk about us, Sharon, and why I stopped trying so hard to convince Nicole what she was saying was wrong.”

“Andy, we can’t—you can’t—“

“Can’t what? Care about you?”

“Yes,” she snaps, a rasping thing pulled from her throat and past her fears. She doesn’t have the words to articulate that men run from her, that they don’t stick around. That no matter how she tries, she isn’t enough or she’s too much and—

Andy grabs her hand and presses the palm of it to his chest where she feels the thundering pulse of his heart. He grins at her, crooked and helpless. “Too late, sweetheart. You’re in there.”

She shudders, clutches at the fabric of his shirt instinctively like she can touch his heart and find the place where she now resides there. “I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she says helplessly. She hadn’t gone looking for Andy Flynn, hadn’t prepared herself for finding a person who complimented her so fully as a partner, friend, and potential lover.

“But it did,” he says, tucking her hair behind her ear and letting his hand settle at her hip, waiting to tug her forward or keep her close. “I’m sorry for not being more forthcoming with you and Nicole, I am. But I think we owe it to the both of us to explore what this could be. If that’s not what you want, tell me now and I button it up.” He ducks to keep his gaze on hers. “So, what’ll it be?”

Sharon sucks in a breath. There are so many reasons that they shouldn’t open this door. It could end in catastrophe professionally. It could end in heartbreak personally. The time in her life for taking risks with her heart is long since gone. But….

But she thinks of all the times she called Andy on the weekends because she saw a new vegetarian frozen pizza in the grocery store and thought he should know (even if he teased her mercilessly about her reliance on frozen pizza and he promised to take her back home to Jersey for a real slice). She thinks of Andy walking her to her car after a long day, of being the first to offer her support as she was finding her way, of Andy taking her to Dodgers games and buying her a new cap because hers was frayed to hell and her nose was freckling. Everywhere she looked—personally, professionally—he was there.

It was where she wanted him.

She kissed him before she could talk herself out of it. Her arms wound around his neck as she pressed her lips to his, his bottom lip as plush and soft as she’d imagined. Andy groaned and hauled her closer, hands around her waist and splayed on her back. If she thought he’d be tender and hesitant, she was wrong. He devoured her, stumbled them both back until she was trapped between her car and his body, mouth working insistently at hers. His tongue brushed against the seam of her mouth as his hands settled at her hips. She sighed, clinging to him. He tasted of apple cider and mint.

When she pulled away with a breathless, “Wait,” he stopped and nuzzled at her jaw and pressed his forehead to her cheek.

“Don’t you think,” she said, burying her fingers in his hair and scratching at his scalp playfully. “You should take me out first?”

Andy grinned against her skin, pressing a quick kiss to the pulse point in her neck. “Overlooking the fact I’ve been taking you out,” he teased. “It would be my pleasure to officially take you out.”

The heat that was erupting between them while he had her pressed against her car was cooling into something warm, red orange embers to keep her cozy. “C’mere,” he murmurs, pulling her against his chest and sinking his fingers into her hair, lips pressed to her ear and temple.

She breathes him in, her voice soft even to her own ears as she asks, “No more lies?”

He sucks in a breath and hugs her closer. “No more lies,” he promises. Then, hopefully, “Walk you up?”

“You just want to kiss me goodnight,” she accuses, hiding her smile into the crook of his neck.

“Yes,” he says simply, gleeful at the fact that he could say such things now, could hope for such things.

She pulls away and kisses his chin, sliding her hand down his chest and belly before settling her hand in his. “Then lead the way.”

[fystargatecast]

[probablily]

put me in ur discord server so i can feel bad about never talking in there

[deelylah-sedai]

[professortennant]

sex pollen is one of my favorite tropes and i hate I can’t shandy it but the closest I’ve gotten is they’re searching a hush-hush science lab and something happens and they get exposed to this investigational ~hormone enhancer~

(Sharon and Andy have their weapons drawn and a suspect cornered in the lab. There’s a crazed look in her eyes when she reaches for the aerosol dispenser. There’s no time to talk her down before she sprays them both, coating their faces and hands.)

they get put in quarantine to be safe—their suspect won’t say if she got them with a placebo or their highly classified hormone enhancer. they’ve been scrubbed down and put into LAPD-issued sweats while labs analyze the swabs taken from their skin. “better safe than sorry,” the doctors explain. “company’s data is faulty, that’s why they murdered our whistleblower, so….”

so they pass the time in their shared sterile room playing tic tac toe and twenty questions (“what’s your favorite flower?” “”hellebores,” she answers and frowns when he barks out laughter. “yeah that tracks, lady.”).

there’s a moment where they’re facing each other on their cots dressed in their oversized crewnecks (and Andy tries hard to not notice the strip of skin exposed between the hem of her sweatshirt and the twice rolled over waistband of her pants) when Sharon says, “we’re going to be okay.”

he wants to believe her and it’s on the tip of his tongue to say he’s terrified that this drug—whatever it is—will stop him from making amends with his children, will stop him from saying all the things to her that he’s been fighting hard to keep to himself.

andy reaches out to squeeze her hand in assurance, to let her know they’re in this together. but it’s like a spark igniting. their skin slides together and suddenly the sterile room is stiflingly hot. “Oh,” she sighs, arching towards him, eyes going wide and dark.

he swallows hard and threads their fingers together and shivers when she inches closer. it’s like being sixteen all over again, every touch exciting and electric. his eyes flash when he sees her thighs press together and flex.

she slides off her cot, hands still joined, and settles beside him in his too-narrow cot. “shit,” he groans, eyes slipping closed. she’s fire come to life next to him and his skin feels like it’s too tight, crawling with the urge to touch her.

“Andy,” she says, a strangled plea and a question. They don’t do this. They have strict rules and boundaries about all the reasons why they can’t do this. But there’s something lighting up in her brain, something that has her reaching for him like he’s the only thing that can satisfy the itch beneath her skin. She pushes her hand beneath his sweatshirt and presses her palm to his belly.

“Sharon,” he warns, hand threading through her hair and tilting her head back. His heart is racing and it’s only the feel of her skin on his that makes him feel sane and whole. “This isn’t us. It’s—“

“It is,” she murmurs, nuzzling beneath his jaw and letting her lips trail a barely there touch over his neck. Her tongue scratches over stubble and she shudders. “Please—“

He stops her plea with a kiss, his mouth finding hers as he rolls her beneath him in the too-small cot and presses him hips into hers. He’s hard already, harder faster than he’s been in the last five years and putting it to good use. She groans and hitches a leg over his hip and gasps into his mouth when he rocks against her. There are layers upon layers separating them but they can feel one another, hot and damp and so ready.

It’s them but it’s heightened. Every brush of tongue feels electric, every scratch of nails feels like a live wire, every lick and kiss and nip has them chasing the high of the next touch. Through the haze of pleasure, he forces himself to pull away, to gasp out a question. He feels out of control and when he looks at her, Sharon is wrecked—hair tangled in his fist and cheeks flushed, sweatshirt pushed up to expose freckled skin, eyes dark and sparkling. “Sharon, we have to stop. This isn’t—“

She lifts her hips, rolls against him and digs her heel into his backside to press him closer to her. He groans and drops his head into the crook of her neck. “I don’t want to stop,” she gasps, reaching for him.

[mikelogan]

REST IN PEACE, SAM NEILL (1947-2026)

Dr. Alan Grant in Jurassic Park, Jurassic Park III, & Jurassic World Dominion

[angstics]

youd think youd run out of things to say about a tv show

[rosalie-starfall]

Comfy Captain Nahla Ake

Star Trek: Starfleet Academy - Vitus Reflux