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jacksrubberduck) This fic may contain one or more or in fact none of the following; song lyrics, parody, character death, sex, violence, bad characterization, appalling grammar, bad spelling, randomly inserted capital letters, contrived plot, cliches, babies, animals, telepathy, a Mary-Sue, religion, cultural stereotypes, moral ambiguity, bad language, heterosexuality, homosexuality, OT3, OT4, OT5, masturbation, humour, drama, angst, sex with aliens, Jonas Quinn, Pete Shanahan, references to Season 6 of SG-1, no romantic relationships or sex, Sam Carter, hurt/comfort, emotions, S&M, period sex, sex without condoms, sex with condoms, oral sex, anal sex, bestiality, bi-sexuality, rape, gang rape, Daniel Jackson, drugs, rock'n'roll, torture, detectives, clowns, sex toys, monkeys, transvestites, government agents, stupid adults, parents portrayed as idiots, whipped cream, voyeuristic monkeys, children portrayed as adults, and clones. If any of these may offend you, don't read this fic.
Notes: I blame this completely onlavidaessueno (although I can't tell you how much I've wanted to do this, and for SO LONG....).
Summary: There is sex. And monkeys.
Rating: 18+, Sex.
Pairing: Lieutenant Colonel Sam Carter/General Jack O'Neill
Characters: Lieutenant Colonel Sam Carter, General Jack O'Neill
Set: Season Eight
Spoilers: Season Eight, Moebius, Threads, previous seasons.
Alphabet courtesy of the Phoenicians.
Title: Monkey Sex Drabble #666: Bestiality
by ALC Punk!
"Monkeys."
Jack O'Neill didn't stop thrusting.
"I said..." Sam gasped and arched beneath him, "there are..." Her voice stopped, breath stolen as his thumb pressed just *there* while his teeth nipped at her neck.
"Hrm?" He sounded smug as he pulled out, then slid back in, making her whimper.
Sam couldn't answer him, mindless with the pleasure coursing through her as his careful strokes, tugs and nips brought them both to a shattering orgasm.
"Monkeys." She finally said, stretching beneath him and pointing up to the left.
Jack turned his head and blinked. "Voyeurs."
The monkeys simply chittered in amusement.
WARNING (thefted from
jacksrubberduck) This fic may contain one or more or in fact none of the following; song lyrics, parody, character death, sex, violence, bad characterization, appalling grammar, bad spelling, randomly inserted capital letters, contrived plot, cliches, babies, animals, telepathy, a Mary-Sue, religion, cultural stereotypes, moral ambiguity, bad language, heterosexuality, homosexuality, OT3, OT4, OT5, masturbation, humour, drama, angst, sex with aliens, Jonas Quinn, Pete Shanahan, references to Season 6 of SG-1, no romantic relationships or sex, Sam Carter, hurt/comfort, emotions, S&M, period sex, sex without condoms, sex with condoms, oral sex, anal sex, bestiality, bi-sexuality, rape, gang rape, Daniel Jackson, drugs, rock'n'roll, torture, detectives, clowns, sex toys, monkeys, transvestites, government agents, stupid adults, parents portrayed as idiots, whipped cream, voyeuristic monkeys, children portrayed as adults, and clones. If any of these may offend you, don't read this fic.Notes: I blame this completely on
lavidaessueno (although I can't tell you how much I've wanted to do this, and for SO LONG....).Summary: There is sex. And monkeys.
Rating: 18+, Sex.
Pairing: Lieutenant Colonel Sam Carter/General Jack O'Neill
Characters: Lieutenant Colonel Sam Carter, General Jack O'Neill
Set: Season Eight
Spoilers: Season Eight, Moebius, Threads, previous seasons.
Alphabet courtesy of the Phoenicians.
Title: Monkey Sex Drabble #666: Bestiality
by ALC Punk!
"Monkeys."
Jack O'Neill didn't stop thrusting.
"I said..." Sam gasped and arched beneath him, "there are..." Her voice stopped, breath stolen as his thumb pressed just *there* while his teeth nipped at her neck.
"Hrm?" He sounded smug as he pulled out, then slid back in, making her whimper.
Sam couldn't answer him, mindless with the pleasure coursing through her as his careful strokes, tugs and nips brought them both to a shattering orgasm.
"Monkeys." She finally said, stretching beneath him and pointing up to the left.
Jack turned his head and blinked. "Voyeurs."
The monkeys simply chittered in amusement.