Ok so here we have it! Another little smut for everyone! I’m
trying to keep them original, but I’m running out of ideas so if you guys have
some good ideas that lead to smut, please help a chick out! Lol! Anyway… if
you’re staying: Enjoy! If you’re skipping: Up next is Tyler Seguin!
helooo, could you hint me to good Sam/Jack fic? i finished reading "the dreams we left behind" which i saw you shared a couple of days ago on here and i kinda figured you're the right person to ask for more? thxxxx
I bet you thought you were asking me a simple question with a simple answer, right Anon? Ha! I am generally incapable of brief answers. If a normal person would write three paragraphs, I will probably write three pages. That’s why this ask took me so long to answer. I’ve been working on this post on and off for weeks!
So…I might be able to point you in the direction of a few good Sam/Jack fics. ;-) Check my Stargate fic rec tag, for starters…
And now, FINALLY, here is a superlong list of my favorite Sam/Jack authors and stories, in no particular order. Note that for every one of these authors, I recommend pretty much anything they’ve written; the stories I mention here are my favorites.
Summary: Jack is just a big, silly doof. A ticklish, big, silly doof.
Note: This is meant to lure @septiplierticklefluff out of hiding. Sorry this was late. Also, this is not supposed to be offensive to Sean and Signe’s relationship.
Jack tried to hide his scowl but just failed. Why wasn’t this working? It was supposed to be easy! Sighing, he continued to dig his way through his own tangled jungle of wires that hid under his desk. He was so close to reaching it but at this point Jack had practically become one with the wires. In a desperate attempt to finally grab him, Jack threaded his arm through an especially tight wrangle of wires. Only for him to get stuck.
It all started by Jack accidentally dropped Sam down the back of his desk, he thought he could just reach down and grab him but his wires got in the way. Next thing Jack knew was he was stuck under his desk as the wires wrapped around his waist and his arms were both stuck above his head. Sam just resting on his finger tips. So close, but too far.
Jack was about to call for Mark to help him out, although he was reluctant to call for help since he just knew Mark was never going to let this go, when Jack heard Chica poke her way past the door. “Chica! Go get Mark and make sure to bite his arse if he laughs at me.” Jack jokingly muttered. Chcia ignored him and from an outsider’s perspective, it looked as if she was trying to help to untangle him from the wires’ trap. From Jack’s point of view, Chica was deliberately sniffing his side to tickle him.