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some_stars) wrote2020-03-16 01:08 pm
some_stars) wrote2020-03-16 01:08 pm
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apparently i respond to coronavirus stress by writing tentacle porn. i wrote it on twitter and then put it on tumblr so, uh, might as well put it here too!
NEW THREAD FOR THE TENTACLE PORN IDEA. consent issues ahoy (the tentacle portion is classic “tentacle rape but they like it but they hate that they like it,” the geralt/jaskier aftermath is consensual)
okay. so. geralt goes to fight a plant monster, it turns out to be tentacles, they go after him and start molesting him, etc. Jaskier is there but a tentacle knocked him out so he misses the beginning and middle of it. I’ll save the detailed tentacle sex descriptions for the
actual writing of this thing but basically, you know the drill–he struggles, can’t get loose, tentacles make him feel very good even when it’s too much, and he finally gives in to it, still struggling a little but mostly bc he can’t not, he knows he can’t get out of this, just
hopes they’ll let him go when they’re done with him, and above all intensely grateful that jaskier isn’t awake to see this. until, of course, he does wake up–slowly, groggily, then frozen as he takes it in–geralt struggling weakly, clothes ripped to shreds, three twined
tentacles flexing deep inside him, more in his mouth, one wrapped sinuously around his cock as he comes a third time, adding to the splattered mess on his stomach. their eyes meet and in the moment, jaskier is only horrified, jumps up and grabs geralt’s sword that was pulled
from his hands and starts hacking at the tentacles while geralt closes his eyes and absolutely wishes for death. either because of the sword damage or because they’re just–finished, the tentacles slowly withdraw, and the two of them are left there in silence. jaskier doesn’t
even ask if he’s okay because what a stupid question, just does a quick scan for any blood and sees none, and finally says, “i’ll go get. uh. clothes,” and flees over the hill to where roach and their bags are waiting. comes back with clothes, turns his back while geralt
slowly dresses, his whole body aching. and they don’t talk about it. except.
by all rights, they should part ways after this. jaskier feels certain that geralt would want Alone Time, especially since jaskier *saw*. but he finds himself reluctant to go, feeling almost
protective, as ridiculous as that is, and to his deep surprise geralt doesn’t force the issue, doesn’t suggest to him or flat out tell him to go away. so he just…doesn’t. & geralt for his part, even as he finds it agonizing to look at jaskier now, is oddly soothed by his
continuing presence, because maybe–maybe he’s not wholly disgusted. which is good, bc geralt IS. if someONE had done this to him he’s sure he’d want to die, if someone had watched and taken pleasure from his abjection and done it to him on purpose and was out there now,
feeling triumph. but it was just–some magic plants. almost an accident. there’s no one to be angry at for the fact that he *liked* it. that he keeps thinking about it. that sometimes, when he replays it in his head, jaskier doesn’t go for the vines with a sword, but just looks
at him, and touches him, and says–things he’d never, ever say, that make geralt bite his lip bloody and come in his own hand thinking about them.
jaskier, meanwhile, is collapsing slowly but steadily into a fermenting pile of self-loathing because he has the same thoughts. the same what-if. and he knows he wouldn’t, and he knows that at the time he didn’t want to. but what kind of person is he that he thinks about it NOW?
i just had this idea a few minutes ago so i’m not sure what the precipitating event is for them to realize they both want each other and specifically they both want jaskier to fuck geralt while saying absolutely horrible things to him, but, uh. you know. i’ll figure that out!
post copypaste postscript: i am also EXCEEDINGLY here for jaskier getting tentacled, it's just not quite as psychologically compelling to me bc i feel like he's already a bit more in touch with that aspect of himself. but like....i'd read it. oh boy would i read it. also i would be into a comedy OT3 take where they all get tentacled together and it's a bonding experience, you know, if anyone else feels like writing that.
NEW THREAD FOR THE TENTACLE PORN IDEA. consent issues ahoy (the tentacle portion is classic “tentacle rape but they like it but they hate that they like it,” the geralt/jaskier aftermath is consensual)
okay. so. geralt goes to fight a plant monster, it turns out to be tentacles, they go after him and start molesting him, etc. Jaskier is there but a tentacle knocked him out so he misses the beginning and middle of it. I’ll save the detailed tentacle sex descriptions for the
actual writing of this thing but basically, you know the drill–he struggles, can’t get loose, tentacles make him feel very good even when it’s too much, and he finally gives in to it, still struggling a little but mostly bc he can’t not, he knows he can’t get out of this, just
hopes they’ll let him go when they’re done with him, and above all intensely grateful that jaskier isn’t awake to see this. until, of course, he does wake up–slowly, groggily, then frozen as he takes it in–geralt struggling weakly, clothes ripped to shreds, three twined
tentacles flexing deep inside him, more in his mouth, one wrapped sinuously around his cock as he comes a third time, adding to the splattered mess on his stomach. their eyes meet and in the moment, jaskier is only horrified, jumps up and grabs geralt’s sword that was pulled
from his hands and starts hacking at the tentacles while geralt closes his eyes and absolutely wishes for death. either because of the sword damage or because they’re just–finished, the tentacles slowly withdraw, and the two of them are left there in silence. jaskier doesn’t
even ask if he’s okay because what a stupid question, just does a quick scan for any blood and sees none, and finally says, “i’ll go get. uh. clothes,” and flees over the hill to where roach and their bags are waiting. comes back with clothes, turns his back while geralt
slowly dresses, his whole body aching. and they don’t talk about it. except.
by all rights, they should part ways after this. jaskier feels certain that geralt would want Alone Time, especially since jaskier *saw*. but he finds himself reluctant to go, feeling almost
protective, as ridiculous as that is, and to his deep surprise geralt doesn’t force the issue, doesn’t suggest to him or flat out tell him to go away. so he just…doesn’t. & geralt for his part, even as he finds it agonizing to look at jaskier now, is oddly soothed by his
continuing presence, because maybe–maybe he’s not wholly disgusted. which is good, bc geralt IS. if someONE had done this to him he’s sure he’d want to die, if someone had watched and taken pleasure from his abjection and done it to him on purpose and was out there now,
feeling triumph. but it was just–some magic plants. almost an accident. there’s no one to be angry at for the fact that he *liked* it. that he keeps thinking about it. that sometimes, when he replays it in his head, jaskier doesn’t go for the vines with a sword, but just looks
at him, and touches him, and says–things he’d never, ever say, that make geralt bite his lip bloody and come in his own hand thinking about them.
jaskier, meanwhile, is collapsing slowly but steadily into a fermenting pile of self-loathing because he has the same thoughts. the same what-if. and he knows he wouldn’t, and he knows that at the time he didn’t want to. but what kind of person is he that he thinks about it NOW?
i just had this idea a few minutes ago so i’m not sure what the precipitating event is for them to realize they both want each other and specifically they both want jaskier to fuck geralt while saying absolutely horrible things to him, but, uh. you know. i’ll figure that out!
post copypaste postscript: i am also EXCEEDINGLY here for jaskier getting tentacled, it's just not quite as psychologically compelling to me bc i feel like he's already a bit more in touch with that aspect of himself. but like....i'd read it. oh boy would i read it. also i would be into a comedy OT3 take where they all get tentacled together and it's a bonding experience, you know, if anyone else feels like writing that.
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I know I've seen a story or three where Jaskier gets ententacled.
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try this one?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22689289
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