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Rec Category: BDSM/Non-con
Pairing: John/Rodney, John/Rodney/OCs
Category: Slash, Humor, Aliens Made Them Do It
Warning: Non-con, Sex, Drugs
Author on LJ:
astolat
Author's Website: http://www.intimations.org/fanfic/
Link: http://astolat.livejournal.com/105149.html
Why This Must Be Read: John and Rodney are trapped as slaves and thoroughly molested against their will (sort of). And yet this story is incredibly cute and funny. Go fanfic!
Excerpt:
"Yes, well, it's not close enough, and in case you hadn't noticed, we're about to be forced into sex slavery, which might just put a damper on the rest of the mission!" Rodney said.
"We are not being forced into sex slavery!" John said. "We do a little song and dance—"
"And then they bring out the fur-lined manacles and the silk sheets!" Rodney yelled. He waved one hand wildly, taking in the barred windows, the single door, the very very big heap of cushions. "How are we supposed to get out of here?"
"I'm working on that," John said.
"You are never getting to plan anything ever again," Rodney said. "What kind of a military strategist are you, anyway?"
"A pilot?" John said, just to make Rodney splutter.
Pairing: John/Rodney, John/Rodney/OCs
Category: Slash, Humor, Aliens Made Them Do It
Warning: Non-con, Sex, Drugs
Author on LJ:
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Author's Website: http://www.intimations.org/fanfic/
Link: http://astolat.livejournal.com/105149.html
Why This Must Be Read: John and Rodney are trapped as slaves and thoroughly molested against their will (sort of). And yet this story is incredibly cute and funny. Go fanfic!
Excerpt:
"Yes, well, it's not close enough, and in case you hadn't noticed, we're about to be forced into sex slavery, which might just put a damper on the rest of the mission!" Rodney said.
"We are not being forced into sex slavery!" John said. "We do a little song and dance—"
"And then they bring out the fur-lined manacles and the silk sheets!" Rodney yelled. He waved one hand wildly, taking in the barred windows, the single door, the very very big heap of cushions. "How are we supposed to get out of here?"
"I'm working on that," John said.
"You are never getting to plan anything ever again," Rodney said. "What kind of a military strategist are you, anyway?"
"A pilot?" John said, just to make Rodney splutter.