Entry tags:
- bdsm,
- commentfic,
- fic,
- j/d,
- slash
Prompt-a-thon: Help Stamp Out Writer's Block
Didn't I used to be a writer?
I'm taking the first 3 prompts (with a 4th reserved for
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jd_junkie ) that I receive, and, er, you'll get something back. No telling what!
ETA: FOUR Three comment fics to be found in the comments (where else?)
HELP ME!!!
Thank you.
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ok, prompt -
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(And, no, sadly my brain has already revealed what I should be writing - it just won't let me WRITE it.)
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If you need a sounding board for what you're stuck on, you have my address. :-)
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I think I'll be taking that series to my pillow this evening ;)
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“Shh, Daniel!”
“Colonel O’Neill!”
Jack wound up in a holding cell, where he had plenty of time to figure out that his mistake had been in making his move before explaining the situation properly.
Probably. He was in no hurry to find out if he was right.
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“Stop that, Jack!”
Waiting until the situation was clear hadn’t made much difference. Daniel had looked plenty pissed when he pushed Jack away.
Jack was in no hurry to see that hurt and outraged look on Daniel’s face again anytime soon. Where had he gone wrong?
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“Stop. That. Jaaack.”
This was more like it. He’d opened up about how he felt, and he’d refused to take ‘no’ for an answer. His technique just needed a little refining.
Daniel would be eating it up.
So to speak.
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Daniel was eating it up.
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Still eating it up.
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Literally eating it up, as Daniel insisted on returning the favor.
It was the best blow job Jack ever had.
He hated himself.
This wasn’t fair and it had to stop.
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This nightmare might actually be coming to an end.
Loop after loop after countless loop – but Jack and Teal’c finally had the knowledge that Daniel needed.
Jack prayed for one, just one more loop as he knelt and worshipped Daniel’s cock.
His prayer was answered.
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“Let me ask you something. In all the time that you were, er, looping, were you ever tempted to do something crazy? I mean… you could do anything without worrying about the consequences.”
“You know, it's funny. You asked me that before.”
“And?”
Jack couldn’t look Daniel in the eye, so he smiled half-heartedly in Carter’s direction and lifted another spoonful of oatmeal towards his mouth.
He’d keep this secret for a while.
But not for long. Not for long.
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*loves WoW!fic*
(is it bad that I like the fact that Jack felt guilty as much as I liked the rest of it?)
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*ponders AMTDI within a Time Loop*
ZOMG!
*diez*
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X-D
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:-)