Within Arm's Reach (green_grrl) (E)
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stargateficrecShow: SG1
Rec Category: Tentacle fic
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Sam Carter, Teal'c, George Hammond, Janet Fraiser
Pairings: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Categories: slash
Warnings: None
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green_grrl
Author's Website: See the AO3
Link: Within Arm's Reach on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: Happy and fairly fluffy (not literally) consensual tentacle fic for a change! Well, not that Daniel asked for them, but he gets used to them quickly and is generally enhanced - Jack certainly thinks so. This is in many ways the usual "oh no an alien tech disaster we must apply science" SG1 scenario, but Daniel rapidly adapts to his appendages and soon takes them for granted, and, as you'd expect, when things get slashy they're a lot of fun for both him and Jack. Also, unlike the various mutations we see in canon, Daniel gets to keep them (yay!) (minor spoiler)
Starting just above Daniel's waistband, six tentacles sprouted from his back, three on either side of his spinal column.
Jack watched with a kind of horrified fascination as they unwound out to each side, to a length of about five feet. Each was about the width of a finger at the very tip, and widening to about four times that at the base. The slightly pink skin looked smooth and dry, more or less like a really, really long finger without the knuckles. There were small, soft wrinkles where the tentacles joined his back.
Yeesh. There was a reason Jack didn't watch sci-fi. When he could help it.
One tentacle reached over to the desk and picked up a pen while another grasped Daniel's coffee mug.
"I seem to, uh, I seem to have complete control over moving them," Daniel noted shakily.
Jack had pretty much reached his limit on the freak-o-meter. "Can you, er, put them away?"
The base of each tentacle retracted into Daniel's back, leaving soft folds of skin in concentric circles. The remaining part spiraled around neatly on top. In a weird way it was sort of cool, as long as they were being well behaved.
Jack warily reached towards Daniel's shirt, then in one swift move tugged it down and stepped back. Daniel turned to face him.
"Infirmary," they both said at the same time, but neither moved. They stared at each other a moment longer in stunned silence.
"Well," Jack finally said, "at least they're not glowy tentacles." He made a face. Not his best effort.
Daniel huffed lightly out his nose in a pale imitation of a snort of laughter anyway, and they headed out.
Rec Category: Tentacle fic
Characters: Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Sam Carter, Teal'c, George Hammond, Janet Fraiser
Pairings: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson
Categories: slash
Warnings: None
Author on LJ:
green_grrlAuthor's Website: See the AO3
Link: Within Arm's Reach on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: Happy and fairly fluffy (not literally) consensual tentacle fic for a change! Well, not that Daniel asked for them, but he gets used to them quickly and is generally enhanced - Jack certainly thinks so. This is in many ways the usual "oh no an alien tech disaster we must apply science" SG1 scenario, but Daniel rapidly adapts to his appendages and soon takes them for granted, and, as you'd expect, when things get slashy they're a lot of fun for both him and Jack. Also, unlike the various mutations we see in canon, Daniel gets to keep them (yay!) (minor spoiler)
Starting just above Daniel's waistband, six tentacles sprouted from his back, three on either side of his spinal column.
Jack watched with a kind of horrified fascination as they unwound out to each side, to a length of about five feet. Each was about the width of a finger at the very tip, and widening to about four times that at the base. The slightly pink skin looked smooth and dry, more or less like a really, really long finger without the knuckles. There were small, soft wrinkles where the tentacles joined his back.
Yeesh. There was a reason Jack didn't watch sci-fi. When he could help it.
One tentacle reached over to the desk and picked up a pen while another grasped Daniel's coffee mug.
"I seem to, uh, I seem to have complete control over moving them," Daniel noted shakily.
Jack had pretty much reached his limit on the freak-o-meter. "Can you, er, put them away?"
The base of each tentacle retracted into Daniel's back, leaving soft folds of skin in concentric circles. The remaining part spiraled around neatly on top. In a weird way it was sort of cool, as long as they were being well behaved.
Jack warily reached towards Daniel's shirt, then in one swift move tugged it down and stepped back. Daniel turned to face him.
"Infirmary," they both said at the same time, but neither moved. They stared at each other a moment longer in stunned silence.
"Well," Jack finally said, "at least they're not glowy tentacles." He made a face. Not his best effort.
Daniel huffed lightly out his nose in a pale imitation of a snort of laughter anyway, and they headed out.
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