Smut: Random x Male!Reader

Daniel Jackson & Jack O'Neill x male!reader | Bound Together

kink(s)/dynamics:

collaring
praise
light bondage
light exhibitionism
fisting

sub!reader
dom!daniel jackson
dom!jack o'neill

a/n
never thought i'd write a dynamic like this.. that's what the stargate fandom did to me, i suppose.
on top of that, i'm extremely late to the fandom, i wonder if this will even find it's audience lol

please, do not read this if you're under 18.

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The sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over Jack O'Neill's secluded lakeside cabin. The cabin was the perfect retreat, a place where you, Daniel Jackson and Jack could unwind and escape the relentless pressures of the Stargate program.
This weekend was particularly special; it was a chance to reconnect and explore desires that had been simmering under the surface. Urges that all three of you had to suppress while the attack by the Goa'uld called for your undivided attention.

You stood on the cabin's deck, taking in the serene view of the lake. The tranquility of the setting was a stark contrast to the intense emotions swirling within you. Jack and Daniel had planned this weekend meticulously, and you could sense the anticipation in the air.

Jack, ever the practical one, broke the silence.
"Alright, pup. Strip down. We've got plans for you tonight."

Your heart raced as you complied, shedding your clothes and leaving them in a neat pile at your feet. The cool evening air brushed against your skin, heightening your senses.
Jack and Daniel's eyes roamed over your body, their gazes possessive and filled with desire.

Daniel stepped forward, his hand cupping your chin. "You've been such a good boy for us. But tonight, we're going to remind you exactly who you belong to."
Jack nodded, his eyes dark with intent.
"First things first, though. Safeword check. What's your safeword?"

"Stargate, sir," you replied, your voice steady despite the excitement coursing through you.

"Good job," Jack said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"And your caution word?"

"Yellow, sir."

"Perfect. If anything gets too intense, you use those words. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

Jack and Daniel exchanged a glance before leading you down to the dock by the lake. The moonlight reflected off the water, creating a serene yet charged atmosphere.
Jack guided you to a wooden bench, positioning you so that you were kneeling on the rough wood, your ass exposed to the warm night air.

"Hands behind your back," Jack commanded, and you immediately complied, feeling the familiar thrill of submission as he bound your wrists with a length of rope.
Daniel knelt in front of you, his hands caressing your thighs before trailing up to your chest.
"You're ours tonight, pup. Ours to use. And we're going to take everything we want from you."

Jack's hand came down on your ass with a sharp smack, making you gasp.
"You're going to stay quiet for us, understood? We wouldn't want anyone wandering by to hear you, would we?"

"Yes, sir," you whispered, the combination of their touches and the thrill of being so exposed made your pulse quicken.

Daniel's fingers brushed against your entrance, teasing and exploring.
"You're already so ready for us," he murmured, his voice filled with dark satisfaction.
Jack's hand continued to explore your body, his touch firm and possessive.

You moaned softly, the sound quickly stifled as Daniel leaned in to kiss you, his tongue claiming your mouth in slow, demanding licks.
Jack's fingers joined Daniel's, stretching and preparing you with practiced ease.