SG-1, Sam/Martouf/Lantash, she found the deep, distorted voice to be strangely alluring and the same was true for his glowing eyes. It might be weird, but it was sexy as hell

SG-1, Share/Amaunet/Apophis, noncon, sometimes Amaunet would give Sha're partial control while Apophis rode them. Sometimes she let Sha're feel the full amount of her own pleasure as Apophis took her, and then suddenly leave Sha're in control, leaving her no option but to cry out her pleasure as she came. It was of great enjoyment to both Apophis and Amunet to play this game

SG-1, Janet/Anise/Freya, pent up frustrations

SG-1, Jack/Freya/Anise/Daniel, Freya/Anise approach Jack and Daniel while they are wearing the Atanik armbands, wanting a good fucking.

SG-1, Jack/Jacob, drinking together after a dangerous mission, Jack finally admits to himself that he has been pursuing the wrong Carter. Surprisingly, Jacob is not as against the idea as Jack would have thought.

SG-1, Rosha/Jolinar/Bynarr, dubcon/noncon, she found him disgusting and she hated him for what he did to her, for what she had to let him do. Still, she could not deny the intense pleasure she felt as he forced his big cock brutally into her pussy or ass and fucked her with abandon and no thought for anything but himself. She hated him all the more as she cried out in helpless abandon from the powerful orgasms that he caused.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/3765589

(Very NC-17)

SG-1, Rosha/Jolinar/Martouf/Lantash, roleplay, she wanted him to pretend he was a Goa'uld, and that she was his sex slave

sg-1, jack/sara, getting back together

SG-1, any Tau'ri/any Goa'uld, sex slave

RPF, Amanda Tapping/Jr Bourne, they find some fanfic about their characters in Stargate SG-1, read it, and get turned on

RPF, Cliff Simon/Claudia Black, she pushed him down on the bench and straddled him

SG-1/SGA, Sam/Rodney, fic. Sometimes Sam has a bad day. Rodney's always willing to help her out. dom!Sam, bondage, delayed orgasm, begging

Sam’s always been graceful. In the field, bent over a desk lost in her work, lifting a sweating bottle of beer to her lips. Her body moves effortlessly, no jarring stops or hesitating starts. It’s the same now as she straddles him, sitting back heavily across his hips and pushing him down into the bed. Her strong, capable hands make quick work of the ropes - tying them tight around his wrists with expert knots then securing them to whatever it is the Ancients thought passed for a headboard. She wants more. Rodney wants more, too. But she’s desperate for it in her silent, controlled way. There isn’t time for flourish.

Even though he knows she likes to see him trussed. Likes to see the dark rope pressing sharp into his soft, pale skin. The way it reddens. Scratches. The way it makes him twist against the binds, just to feel the cut of it digging in deeper, moaning because of it.

Her hands are working and Rodney wants to pay attention, because this is always such a good, great part of it. But his eyes are drawn to the apex of her thighs, the way she’s ever-so-slightly rolling her hips and the wetness there, darkening the fabric of her panties.

Lorne’s team had missed their first check in. Then their second. There’d only been look exchanged between her and Sheppard, some military bred telepathic conversation unfolding between them in a blink of an eye, before he was barking into his radio.

They’re all home now. Safe as houses. Safe as anyone can ever be in Pegasus, despite the best efforts of crazed, superstitious locals. But Sam is still holding herself tight, with no relief, her body a mile of tension coiled on top of Rodney’s.

She downshifts, just enough to drag her hot, teasing center along the line of Rodney’s erection. Sometimes it’s difficult to remember how they got to this, what pieces fell into place just right to bring them here. Rodney tries to think about it, tries to map it, but Sam is finished binding him to the bed and she reaches up her back to unhook her bra. It doesn’t seem important anymore.

Taking her breasts in her hands, Sam squeezes lightly, pushing them together, her nails scratching over her nipples, and when she shivers her thighs press tight against Rodney’s sides.

“Sam,” he whines, again and again, “Sam, Sam.” Because he wants to be inside her. Needs to feel the tight-wet heat of her pussy. Dreams of it.

“No talking, McKay,” she says. Her hands rest on his shoulder and push down hard to pinch the delicate skin of his wrists against the rope. “I’ll let you when you’re allowed.”

Rodney knows. He knows the rules. Loves following them, loves hearing them in Sam’s beautiful voice. He opens his mouth anyway to say, “Please.”

SGA, McKay/Sheppard, McKay is captured by some locals and Sheppard has to buy him as his slave

SG-1, Sam/Goa'uld, she is taken as a sex slave by a Goa'uld, but enjoys the rough sex immensely

SG-1, Sam/Jack, alien aphrodisiacs make Jack force himself on Sam

SGA, Rodney/John, seduction, picnic

SGA, Heightmeyer/Rodney, pegging

SGA, Carson/Weir, sex pollen

SGA, Teyla/John, friends to lovers

SGA, John/Elizabeth, he is turned on by the thought of fucking his boss

SGA/SG-1, Weir/Jack, handcuffs

SGA/SG-1, Weir/Jacob/Selmak, she was fascinated by making love to an actual alien, even if the host was human and from Earth

SGA/SG-1, Sheppard/Jack, flyboys

SGA/SG-1, Sheppard/Sam, comfort sex

SG-1/SGA, Ronon/Jack, trapped together