VivviLea

Sam/Jack smut — side blog for my smutty pseud. Follows from main. Will follow back all readers from @BrigitOShaughnessy. Welcome! I’m glad you’re here.

[vivvilea]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Aspiring smut writer. Learning and loving it! Feel free to read along with me as I work out the kinks, so to speak.

Disclaimer: subdued, submissive Sam will not be found in my works. That girl is a firecracker and anything but vanilla in bed. I’m fairly confident of this.

[vivvilea]

Writing something a little non-con for the first time. Full permission to skip it if it’s not okay for you. Will tag appropriately.

[limbel]

when youre reading smut and youre positive you have their entire geometry figured out but then someone grabs a knees that shouldn be there

[clytemnestraaa]

always such a struggle when you get to the sex scene part of the fic you're writing and you're not horny at all. i don't know. their things were touching. without ANY underwear. the end.

[vivvilea]

Something about the women of the SGC having inappropriate conversations about Jack’s performance capabilities in the bedroom and they all start calling him Colonel O…‘Neill with an awkward pause in the middle of his last name.

Sam is mortified when she finds out, of course, because she would never take part in such a discussion, however, she finds herself smiling at the name because she really believes the gaggle of gossipers is right about him.

[takemethroughthegate]

Until she finds out for herself 😏

[vivvilea]

And she didn’t join the conversation when she walked in on them after she had the evidence, but she does give them a knowing smile and says something like: “You know, the O isn’t the only interesting thing about O… ‘kneel.”

[vivvilea]

Something about the women of the SGC having inappropriate conversations about Jack’s performance capabilities in the bedroom and they all start calling him Colonel O…‘Neill with an awkward pause in the middle of his last name.

Sam is mortified when she finds out, of course, because she would never take part in such a discussion, however, she finds herself smiling at the name because she really believes the gaggle of gossipers is right about him.

[vivvilea]

A fic entitled “To mend” that is just about the pile of clothes that Sam has to repair from all of her illicit encounters with Jack. In a disappointing turn of events, she can’t be with Jack on her birthday/christmas/or some other holiday in their first year together, so she sits down to work on the pile of torn clothes. As she works through each torn garment, she reminisces in short flashes about how the clothes were torn/cut/otherwise rendered unfit. Meanwhile, Jack is getting ready to surprise her on her doorstep after she’s spent the evening getting all worked up by her memories. Fulfillment ensues.

[takemethroughthegate]

You did not just use the word “fulfillment” right there and expect to just go on like normal. 🫠🫠🫠

[vivvilea]

😆😆 I try to keep the tumblr SFW even if the AO3 isn’t.

[vivvilea]

A fic entitled “To mend” that is just about the pile of clothes that Sam has to repair from all of her illicit encounters with Jack. In a disappointing turn of events, she can’t be with Jack on her birthday/christmas/or some other holiday in their first year together, so she sits down to work on the pile of torn clothes. As she works through each torn garment, she reminisces in short flashes about how the clothes were torn/cut/otherwise rendered unfit. Meanwhile, Jack is getting ready to surprise her on her doorstep after she’s spent the evening getting all worked up by her memories. Fulfillment ensues.

[vivvilea]

A rewrite in which Pete is just Sam’s beard so she can get it on with her work husband with zero suspicion.

[captain-sassy-socks]

[vivvilea]

My god she’s gorgeous. Sam needs to borrow this dress from Amanda in an upcoming fic.

[vivvilea]

Quarantine Lessons by Avalan

Go read it now and thank me later. This was so hot. I wanna be that table.

[fystargatecast]

[oldbootbutch]

You are allowed to find things hot in theory while also never wanting to actually do them in real life btw. You can get off on whatever wild shit in your imagination and still prefer to be very vanilla in real life. Or not want to have sex at all in real life. You don't owe the universe anything in exchange for your dirty mind.

[vivvilea]

👆👆👆

[mystupiddumbflyboy]

a look™️ the jack o’neill edition ↳backwards cap

bonus: 

[vivvilea]

I’m having a lot of inappropriate thoughts and feelings.

[vivvilea]

Okay stop… this is going to be so ridiculous. Isn’t fanfic great?? I can just write whatever I want.

Working Title: Hathor Reimagined

That bitch. That bitch, Hathor. At first, Sam couldn’t believe the way everyone was acting. Then when Teal’c showed up and explained, it all started to make sense. The men on base would continue to be under her control until… well, until they…

As Teal’c put it, the only cure for Hathor’s bio weapon was for the men of the SGC to “present an offering to the goddess of fertility.” In other words, ejaculate. The men of the SGC wouldn’t fully recover until they… came.

Which put Sam in a tough spot. She needed the Colonel’s help if she was going to capture and subdue Hathor. Letting her escape really wasn’t an option.

“I don’t know, Sam, it seems pretty clear to me what needs to be done.” Doctor Frasier wasn’t helping at all.

“Can’t you… I don’t know, can’t you do something medically? Just extract it?”

“You want me to put a needle into the testicles of a special forces Colonel? He would snap me in two, and you know it.”

“Okay, but there has to be another way.”

“There is not. Hathor demands her offering.” Teal’c really wasn’t being helpful anymore.

“Well, why can’t you do it?” Sam asked, glaring at Doctor Frasier.

“You may not have noticed, but Colonel O’Neill is not my biggest fan. You, on the other hand…” The doctor’s smile was easy enough to read. She was hinting openly that Colonel O’Neill had a thing for his second in command.

Sam tried to squelch down that part of her that was proud of being desired by him because the truth was, she wanted him too. Maybe that’s what made it feel so wrong. If she did this, she was damn sure going to enjoy it.

“So, what? I just walk in there and give him a hand job? That’s insane. There’s no way he’ll let me get near him.”

“Well, you might need to play the part. Butter him up a little. You know,” Doctor Frasier suggested with an unsavory grin and a single raised brow. “Seduce him, Captain.”

Sam looked from Doctor Frasier to Teal’c and back again, the flush in her cheeks spreading all the way down her neck.

“Given the situation, I believe that Colonel O’Neill would support this plan,” Teal’c pressed.

“Come on, Captain,” the doctor pressed her case. “It worked on the SFs.”

“That’s different. That was just… This is…”

Both of them looked on as Sam realized there really wasn’t a choice. She unbuttoned her top two buttons and fluffed her hair. She pressed her lips together and swiped them shiny with her tongue.

“How do I look?”

“Like a goddess worthy of accepting an offering for Hathor herself.” Something told Sam that the base’s CMO was enjoying this too much.

“Great. Thanks.” Sam answered and turned to go into the locker room.

“Oh, and Captain?” The doctor called to her back so she turned around to find that mischievous smirk still in place. “You wouldn’t have to just use your hand.”

[antoschauniverse]

Hathor's first new Jaffa.

[vivvilea]

A reader got me thinking about this episode, and I was just thinking about what a shame it is that Jack was out of uniform (missing an undershirt) because we could have had the added delight of her ripping it right up the middle… then it would just sort of hang there… tattered… shredded… torn… broken… Just saying.

[vivvilea]

Getting a new chapter ready for us all to enjoy this weekend. Hopefully tonight, maybe tomorrow. It’s finally coming together.

[vivvilea]

Sorry I’m late! I underestimated how needy the kid would be and how long this next evening was for them. Another chapter coming up with all the E things, but here’s the lead-up.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[vivvilea]

And one more for the night. The sex. All the sex.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works