Helpless Plaything (by torch) (E)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Slavefic
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard/Ronon Dex
Categories: slash
Warnings: "Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings" - dubcon, but see my notes below.
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flambeau
Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: Helpless Plaything on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is one of my favourite id-fic series where John's a sex slave who's an impulse buy at the market for Rodney and Ronon. Torch explains the series thus: "So, John Sheppard falls through a quantum mirror and ends up in a universe where Rodney and Ronon are warlords. And hey, they like him." They sure do! (There's more explanation about how these fics came about here, with an interesting take on Rodney and Ronon's relationship.) Yes, it's dubcon, in that John's given an aphrodisiac, but it's not like he doesn't know Ronon and Rodney, and, I suspect, already want them. He's remarkably unfazed by it all, anyway, and just goes with it and enjoys himself. The whole series is like dreamy snapshots of the AU world, with not a lot of plot, where Torch basically wanted to write porn but couldn't help slipping in some worldbuilding. :) If you like competent in-charge Rodney and Ronon and bottom!John with extreme sex-slave hotness, it's a treat.
They walked up and stopped right in front of him, and John could only stare. Oh, Ronon looked like Ronon, pretty much; his beard was a little different, his boots were a little different, but he was his usual armed and leather-wearing self, though he was eating a chunk of bread and looking relaxed and pleased with the world. Rodney, now — Rodney was dressed pretty much like Ronon was, down to the sword and all the other weapons. And the leather. He was broader, dense and heavy with muscle; he had a fighter's lumpy knuckles; his face was thinner and a bit more lined, with a scar across the jaw. His eyes seemed almost more blue, bright and cheerful.
"That's pretty," he said approvingly, and John realized suddenly that Rodney was staring right at him. "It's been a while since we had a pet."
Ronon made a noncommittal sound. "Isn't he a bit old?" He tilted his head, squinting in the sunlight as he considered John. "Looks good, though. I guess we could give him a try."
John opened his mouth, but he couldn't think of a single thing to say.
"All right, we'll take him." Rodney snapped his fingers and pointed imperiously. "Have him delivered. Not in a basket."
Rec Category: Slavefic
Characters: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard/Ronon Dex
Categories: slash
Warnings: "Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings" - dubcon, but see my notes below.
Author on LJ:
flambeauAuthor's Website: See the AO3
Link: Helpless Plaything on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: This is one of my favourite id-fic series where John's a sex slave who's an impulse buy at the market for Rodney and Ronon. Torch explains the series thus: "So, John Sheppard falls through a quantum mirror and ends up in a universe where Rodney and Ronon are warlords. And hey, they like him." They sure do! (There's more explanation about how these fics came about here, with an interesting take on Rodney and Ronon's relationship.) Yes, it's dubcon, in that John's given an aphrodisiac, but it's not like he doesn't know Ronon and Rodney, and, I suspect, already want them. He's remarkably unfazed by it all, anyway, and just goes with it and enjoys himself. The whole series is like dreamy snapshots of the AU world, with not a lot of plot, where Torch basically wanted to write porn but couldn't help slipping in some worldbuilding. :) If you like competent in-charge Rodney and Ronon and bottom!John with extreme sex-slave hotness, it's a treat.
They walked up and stopped right in front of him, and John could only stare. Oh, Ronon looked like Ronon, pretty much; his beard was a little different, his boots were a little different, but he was his usual armed and leather-wearing self, though he was eating a chunk of bread and looking relaxed and pleased with the world. Rodney, now — Rodney was dressed pretty much like Ronon was, down to the sword and all the other weapons. And the leather. He was broader, dense and heavy with muscle; he had a fighter's lumpy knuckles; his face was thinner and a bit more lined, with a scar across the jaw. His eyes seemed almost more blue, bright and cheerful.
"That's pretty," he said approvingly, and John realized suddenly that Rodney was staring right at him. "It's been a while since we had a pet."
Ronon made a noncommittal sound. "Isn't he a bit old?" He tilted his head, squinting in the sunlight as he considered John. "Looks good, though. I guess we could give him a try."
John opened his mouth, but he couldn't think of a single thing to say.
"All right, we'll take him." Rodney snapped his fingers and pointed imperiously. "Have him delivered. Not in a basket."
