FromtheKinkmeme Geralt and Jaskier end up being forced to rape each other by magic or something else. It controls their bodies but not their minds, they end up trying to comfort each other with words while they are passengers of their instinct driven bodies. ++ Geralt being forced to tear Jaskier because of lacking preparations and smelling blood + Geralt wishing the Witcher Mutation didn’t take his ability to cry +++ Geralt actually talking more than Jaskier,his fault and they gonna be okay
This one gets sad, guys.
Warnings: forced sex, non-con
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They should really stop fucking with mages.
They hadn’t done much to the mage this time. Just set up camp in ‘their woods’, which the mage didn’t take nicely to, cursing them out before really cursing them, the both of them suddenly packing up their camp before their eyes, no matter how they tried to stop. The mage cackled, saying they would “pay with their bodies” before portalling away.
Then Geralt was on him, and he on Geralt. Unwanted hands tearing away clothes as Jaskier lamented his lack of control over his actions.
Then Geralt was pressing against his entrance, all dry and rough and tearing as it pushed in. “Oh dear god, Geralt stop, stop please! It hurts!” He let out a sob as Geralt’s senses filled with the smell of blood. “I can’t. Just relax, okay? It won’t hurt so much if you try to not tense. Jask-” Geralt called to Jaskier as he began to lose it, sobbing and desperately telling his limbs to kick and flail despite the uncontrollableness of them. “Hey, stay with me bard. Just a little longer and it should all be over, you just gotta stay calm.”
Then the thrusting started. Geralt was left to watch as his cock was covered in Jaskier’s blood, and Geralt hated it. Hated the smell of Jaskier’s blood, a smell that should never reach him. The bard didn’t deserve to get hurt, much less experience something like this. Hell, even Geralt would be sobbing along with him over how hurt he looked and surely felt if he could.
His body still came, despite how much he hated it. Hated his own scent mixing with the smell of Jaskier’s blood and tears as he slowly regained control of his limbs, left to pull himself out as gently as he could, a sobbing bard clutching to him for comfort despite everything.
“It’s okay Jaskier, you’re alright...” He cooed, voice gentler than he thought possible.
The rest of their night was spent applying salve and providing comforting words to eachother.
