Archiving comment!fic
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sid(because all the cool kids are doing it)
(Of course they aren't doing it all in bold type, but I can't fix it, so screw it)
Three things I will never write:
A Mary Sue (originally posted here )
“I’ve never seen anybody pick up a new language as quickly as she did. Her knowledge of Ancient is nearly as good as mine after only two days! It’s absolutely astonishing.”
“Her speech at the Beta Site was responsible for finally achieving a true spirit of cooperation between the Free Jaffa warriors and our Tok’ra brothers. I had come to believe that such a thing was not possible.”
“I’ve been trying to backwards engineer a Goa’uld hand device for years now, and it only took her twenty minutes to find the flaw in my reasoning that had been holding me back. I mean, thanks to her, we’re going to finally be able to make that technology work for anyone, whether they have naquada in their blood or not. And she isn’t even a scientist!”
Cyd was sitting four tables away from SG-1, but her abnormally acute hearing allowed her to pick up on what they were saying, and she blushed modestly, her flawless porcelain skin turning a delicate shade of rose-pink. When she heard Jack clear his throat, her long lashes fluttered over her sapphire eyes, and her luscious lips curved in a sweetly reminiscent smile.
“Yeah,” Jack said gruffly. “She’s talented all right.”
John/Jack smut (originally posted here )
John is in Washington standing in for Elizabeth at a budget hearing. Jack invites him to his house for a grilled steak.
Is it polite to wrap your legs around a general? John was playing it safe and pulling his knees to his chest. Impossible to say if all this was an invitation to touch and hold O’Neill. A kiss would be a good indicator, but so far...
“Ahh!” The general had no problems with touching him, that was for sure. Touches and pats and rubs before dinner and all through it and afterwards, on the couch, when O’Neill had complained about missing having a fireplace while he hypnotized John with his intense gaze and put a warm, heavy hand on his knee.
Lots of touching, and John’s skin soaked it up like a sponge soaks up water. A different sort of touching now, with O’Neill’s fingers slithering up inside him, making him squirm and pant. O’Neill smiled down at him and John soaked that up, too.
The fingers were removed, and John moaned a little; just a little. O’Neill pressed up against him, round and blunt and hard, and grinned, saying, “So you say you never get enough meat in Atlantis?”
Jack/Daniel genderswap femslash (originally posted here )
Jack…Jacqui had bought a new house. This change was apparently going to be permanent, and she couldn’t keep pretending to be Colonel O’Neill’s cousin from Minnesota to the neighbors forever. And the old house seemed too masculine for her current tastes, anyway. So a new house in a new neighborhood, with new furniture and a new-found predilection for scented candles.
Some things hadn’t changed, though, which meant that Danielle hung out there as often as ever. Probably more often. They’d always been friends, but now they were girlfriends. Which seemed to involve a lot of giggling, and shopping for just the right shade of nail polish. And weirdly intimate talk about cramps (Danielle) and hot flashes (Jacqui) and cup sizes and how hard it was to have an orgasm compared to the old days.
When Danielle showed up at Jacqui’s door one evening with a bottle of champagne in one hand and a bottle of bubble bath in the other, things got interesting very quickly, and soon they were squeezing into Jacqui’s over-sized tub, clutching the last two glasses of champagne. They never could agree afterwards who had reached for her friend’s slippery, soapy breasts first.
But they did agree later, as they lay in Jacqui’s bed, idly playing with each other’s long, damp hair, that multiple orgasms were something really, really special.
(Of course they aren't doing it all in bold type, but I can't fix it, so screw it)
Three things I will never write:
A Mary Sue (originally posted here )
“I’ve never seen anybody pick up a new language as quickly as she did. Her knowledge of Ancient is nearly as good as mine after only two days! It’s absolutely astonishing.”
“Her speech at the Beta Site was responsible for finally achieving a true spirit of cooperation between the Free Jaffa warriors and our Tok’ra brothers. I had come to believe that such a thing was not possible.”
“I’ve been trying to backwards engineer a Goa’uld hand device for years now, and it only took her twenty minutes to find the flaw in my reasoning that had been holding me back. I mean, thanks to her, we’re going to finally be able to make that technology work for anyone, whether they have naquada in their blood or not. And she isn’t even a scientist!”
Cyd was sitting four tables away from SG-1, but her abnormally acute hearing allowed her to pick up on what they were saying, and she blushed modestly, her flawless porcelain skin turning a delicate shade of rose-pink. When she heard Jack clear his throat, her long lashes fluttered over her sapphire eyes, and her luscious lips curved in a sweetly reminiscent smile.
“Yeah,” Jack said gruffly. “She’s talented all right.”
John/Jack smut (originally posted here )
John is in Washington standing in for Elizabeth at a budget hearing. Jack invites him to his house for a grilled steak.
Is it polite to wrap your legs around a general? John was playing it safe and pulling his knees to his chest. Impossible to say if all this was an invitation to touch and hold O’Neill. A kiss would be a good indicator, but so far...
“Ahh!” The general had no problems with touching him, that was for sure. Touches and pats and rubs before dinner and all through it and afterwards, on the couch, when O’Neill had complained about missing having a fireplace while he hypnotized John with his intense gaze and put a warm, heavy hand on his knee.
Lots of touching, and John’s skin soaked it up like a sponge soaks up water. A different sort of touching now, with O’Neill’s fingers slithering up inside him, making him squirm and pant. O’Neill smiled down at him and John soaked that up, too.
The fingers were removed, and John moaned a little; just a little. O’Neill pressed up against him, round and blunt and hard, and grinned, saying, “So you say you never get enough meat in Atlantis?”
Jack/Daniel genderswap femslash (originally posted here )
Jack…Jacqui had bought a new house. This change was apparently going to be permanent, and she couldn’t keep pretending to be Colonel O’Neill’s cousin from Minnesota to the neighbors forever. And the old house seemed too masculine for her current tastes, anyway. So a new house in a new neighborhood, with new furniture and a new-found predilection for scented candles.
Some things hadn’t changed, though, which meant that Danielle hung out there as often as ever. Probably more often. They’d always been friends, but now they were girlfriends. Which seemed to involve a lot of giggling, and shopping for just the right shade of nail polish. And weirdly intimate talk about cramps (Danielle) and hot flashes (Jacqui) and cup sizes and how hard it was to have an orgasm compared to the old days.
When Danielle showed up at Jacqui’s door one evening with a bottle of champagne in one hand and a bottle of bubble bath in the other, things got interesting very quickly, and soon they were squeezing into Jacqui’s over-sized tub, clutching the last two glasses of champagne. They never could agree afterwards who had reached for her friend’s slippery, soapy breasts first.
But they did agree later, as they lay in Jacqui’s bed, idly playing with each other’s long, damp hair, that multiple orgasms were something really, really special.
D.C. (originally posted here )
Of course Daniel offered to help Jack pack. So did Sam, and Teal’c, but Jack had turned them down. So it was the two of them. They started out working on separate rooms, but gravitated back towards each other. Sometimes one or the other of them would disappear for 10 or 15 minutes. Or 20. Or more. When the weight of the things they weren’t saying became too oppressive.
The last time Daniel was left alone as Jack escaped onto the deck with a cold beer, he felt relief. Jack’s presence was almost unbearable. It was far easier to breathe with him out of the room.
And then the breath left his body as he realized how wrong that was. Jack was going away. It was the thought of his absence that was making his presence painful.
When he opened the screen door and burst out onto the deck, he nearly fell into Jack’s arms. Daniel clutched at him. “It’s okay,” he choked out. “It’ll be okay.”
“I hate this,” Jack said fiercely.
“I know, I know.” Daniel kissed him. Jack made a sobbing sound.
Pressed closely together, they went back into the house.
Best Ever (originally posted here)
It was the best sex Jack had ever had. Nothing had ever felt hotter or tighter around his cock. Nobody had ever made the noises that Daniel was making.
His cock had never been harder, and his strokes had never been smoother or more forceful. He felt like a fucking porn star. He buried himself deep within Daniel and kissed him. Daniel's tongue darted in and out of his mouth as his hands clutched at Jack's sweaty shoulders.
Jack worked a hand between their bodies and took a firm grip on Daniel's rigid cock. Daniel convulsed and his eyes rolled back in their sockets. Pre-come dribbled over Jack's hand, giving him enough lubrication to start sliding his fingers up and down. He felt Daniel's asshole spasm around him, and he twisted his hand on the next upstroke, finishing with a glide of his thumb across the tip of Daniel's cock.
Daniel cried out and came. Jack gave his cock another couple of quick squeezes and then dropped his hands to Daniel's hips and settled back in to fucking. The heat of Daniel's pulsing channel was unlike anything he'd ever felt before.
Daniel opened his eyes and gazed up at Jack, licking his lips. Jack came, spectacularly, unexpectedly.
Best. Orgasm. Ever. The world spun and dipped around him.
When he opened his eyes he was sprawled limply on the floor of the temple, fully clothed. He rolled his head to the side and met the startled gaze of the man lying three feet away from him.
"What did you touch this time, Daniel?" he croaked.
Au Naturel (originally posted here)
Of course Daniel offered to help Jack pack. So did Sam, and Teal’c, but Jack had turned them down. So it was the two of them. They started out working on separate rooms, but gravitated back towards each other. Sometimes one or the other of them would disappear for 10 or 15 minutes. Or 20. Or more. When the weight of the things they weren’t saying became too oppressive.
The last time Daniel was left alone as Jack escaped onto the deck with a cold beer, he felt relief. Jack’s presence was almost unbearable. It was far easier to breathe with him out of the room.
And then the breath left his body as he realized how wrong that was. Jack was going away. It was the thought of his absence that was making his presence painful.
When he opened the screen door and burst out onto the deck, he nearly fell into Jack’s arms. Daniel clutched at him. “It’s okay,” he choked out. “It’ll be okay.”
“I hate this,” Jack said fiercely.
“I know, I know.” Daniel kissed him. Jack made a sobbing sound.
Pressed closely together, they went back into the house.
Best Ever (originally posted here)
It was the best sex Jack had ever had. Nothing had ever felt hotter or tighter around his cock. Nobody had ever made the noises that Daniel was making.
His cock had never been harder, and his strokes had never been smoother or more forceful. He felt like a fucking porn star. He buried himself deep within Daniel and kissed him. Daniel's tongue darted in and out of his mouth as his hands clutched at Jack's sweaty shoulders.
Jack worked a hand between their bodies and took a firm grip on Daniel's rigid cock. Daniel convulsed and his eyes rolled back in their sockets. Pre-come dribbled over Jack's hand, giving him enough lubrication to start sliding his fingers up and down. He felt Daniel's asshole spasm around him, and he twisted his hand on the next upstroke, finishing with a glide of his thumb across the tip of Daniel's cock.
Daniel cried out and came. Jack gave his cock another couple of quick squeezes and then dropped his hands to Daniel's hips and settled back in to fucking. The heat of Daniel's pulsing channel was unlike anything he'd ever felt before.
Daniel opened his eyes and gazed up at Jack, licking his lips. Jack came, spectacularly, unexpectedly.
Best. Orgasm. Ever. The world spun and dipped around him.
When he opened his eyes he was sprawled limply on the floor of the temple, fully clothed. He rolled his head to the side and met the startled gaze of the man lying three feet away from him.
"What did you touch this time, Daniel?" he croaked.
Au Naturel (originally posted here)
Jack was sprawled on the folded beige blanket they’d spread out on the tiny dock of his cabin. The mid-afternoon sun was pleasantly warm on his bare skin, and Daniel’s hands were even warmer. One was pushing against his thigh while the other cupped and squeezed his balls. When a tongue licked along the length of his cock, Jack squinted one eye open. “Yeah, that’s nice,” he encouraged.
Daniel’s eyes flickered up and held his gaze while the talented tongue swirled around the head of his cock and one finger pressed firmly behind his balls. “Ahh!” The finger rubbed knowingly and Jack squirmed on cue.
“You like that, don’t you?” A question that didn’t require an answer, and Daniel didn’t wait for one before taking Jack’s entire cock into his mouth. When his hips surged upwards in response, Daniel’s slick finger slid further down, between Jack’s cheeks and over his hole. Jack moaned and Daniel repeated the motion several more times, all the while sucking gently.
“In,” Jack demanded. “Put the damned thing in!” He felt teeth making their presence known, and hastily added, “Please.”
In the finger went. A slow, easy slide which brought Jack’s hips up off the dock again. He loved Daniel’s hands and what they could do, but no amount of fingers could ever satisfy him the way Daniel’s beautiful cock did. The finger rotated, pressing against all the sides of his rectum. And then Daniel began to fuck him with it.
A small flock of birds flew overhead. A breeze ruffled the grass. Daniel added a finger. Jack rocked his hips and shut his eyes. Insects buzzed. Daniel started to suck more insistently. Jack sizzled.
Daniel crooked his fingers and stroked Jack’s prostate. “Yes,” Jack hissed, twisting his head one way and his legs the other, one of them pressing hard against Daniel’s kneeling body. “Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck me.”
Daniel raised his head and Jack’s saliva-covered cock slid free and plopped against his stomach with a wet smack. “Can do,” Daniel said obligingly. He pulled his fingers out slowly, grazing over the prostate one more time and sending electricity zinging through Jack’s entire body. “Turn over.”
Daniel shifted off the blanket, giving Jack more room to turn onto his belly. As he was arranging himself and his erection, something caught Jack’s attention. Two bright beady eyes stared at him from a few feet away. “Hey, little guy.”
Daniel, who had just started to line up his lubed cock with Jack’s opening, was taken aback. “What? Little…um, I think I’m offended.”
Jack wriggled his bottom. “Hey, don’t stop! I wasn’t talking to you, anyway. We’ve got company.” He raised a finger off the blanket and pointed. “Now, come on, back to business.” He felt Daniel’s cock pull away. “Where you going? Fucking here! Daniel? Get in me for cryin’ out loud!”
“Not in front of the squirrel!”
Daniel’s eyes flickered up and held his gaze while the talented tongue swirled around the head of his cock and one finger pressed firmly behind his balls. “Ahh!” The finger rubbed knowingly and Jack squirmed on cue.
“You like that, don’t you?” A question that didn’t require an answer, and Daniel didn’t wait for one before taking Jack’s entire cock into his mouth. When his hips surged upwards in response, Daniel’s slick finger slid further down, between Jack’s cheeks and over his hole. Jack moaned and Daniel repeated the motion several more times, all the while sucking gently.
“In,” Jack demanded. “Put the damned thing in!” He felt teeth making their presence known, and hastily added, “Please.”
In the finger went. A slow, easy slide which brought Jack’s hips up off the dock again. He loved Daniel’s hands and what they could do, but no amount of fingers could ever satisfy him the way Daniel’s beautiful cock did. The finger rotated, pressing against all the sides of his rectum. And then Daniel began to fuck him with it.
A small flock of birds flew overhead. A breeze ruffled the grass. Daniel added a finger. Jack rocked his hips and shut his eyes. Insects buzzed. Daniel started to suck more insistently. Jack sizzled.
Daniel crooked his fingers and stroked Jack’s prostate. “Yes,” Jack hissed, twisting his head one way and his legs the other, one of them pressing hard against Daniel’s kneeling body. “Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck me.”
Daniel raised his head and Jack’s saliva-covered cock slid free and plopped against his stomach with a wet smack. “Can do,” Daniel said obligingly. He pulled his fingers out slowly, grazing over the prostate one more time and sending electricity zinging through Jack’s entire body. “Turn over.”
Daniel shifted off the blanket, giving Jack more room to turn onto his belly. As he was arranging himself and his erection, something caught Jack’s attention. Two bright beady eyes stared at him from a few feet away. “Hey, little guy.”
Daniel, who had just started to line up his lubed cock with Jack’s opening, was taken aback. “What? Little…um, I think I’m offended.”
Jack wriggled his bottom. “Hey, don’t stop! I wasn’t talking to you, anyway. We’ve got company.” He raised a finger off the blanket and pointed. “Now, come on, back to business.” He felt Daniel’s cock pull away. “Where you going? Fucking here! Daniel? Get in me for cryin’ out loud!”
“Not in front of the squirrel!”