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chemicalalice · 7 months

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Fic: It's Not My Love You'll Drown In - Kinktober Day 2

Title: It's Not My Love You'll Drown In Summary: You could only reject Kylo Ren so many times Pairing: Kylo Ren x female!Reader (more of an OC, but no details are really mentioned so it can be read as xReader) Warnings: unprotected PinV sex, swearing. Angst. Angst. More angst? Rough sex. Please be mindful of yourself and do not read if this content bothers you. 18+ only! Word count: 2910 AN: For the prompt ‘bath/shower’ for Kinktober 2023. No beta. I have a whole background novel written in my head for the mess that is Kylo Ren, Hux, and reader for this little 'verse. I am sure I will be writing more at some point. My Kinktoer this year is just chock-full of toxic relationships this year. Yay?

It was rare that your smile was actually genuine, and not just a front for some subtle manipulation. Now though, as you stepped into the bathing room, steam curling around you, your smile, and the sigh of pleasure that accompanied it, was real.

When it came to the Supreme Leader, Kylo Ren may be Snoke's apprentice, and Hux the preferred commander, but you were Snoke's favorite subordinate; the one granted the most freedom and the most privilege. Though it came at a cost. Snoke didn't care for your intelligence or, even more importantly, your powerful connection to the force. No, you face and your body were the only things that were considered your useful assets; ones Snoke saw to exploit and trusted you to use to further his agenda. No matter what it cost you.

You had had dreams once, ideas of what you wished your future would hold. They were simple, girlish things: a large home on a green planet, a handsome husband, the laughter of children filling you ears and heart. Ren had ruined all that for you. All you had now was your much envied place in the First Order hierarchy that still had most people regarding you as little more than a cunning whore who only had the power she did because she had seduced two of the most powerful men in the galaxy.

Still, it wasn't without its benefits. It was ridiculous and a waste of resources, but when you demanded the construction of a bathing chamber with a palatial soaking pool filled with water drawn from a mountain spring on a distant moon, there wasn't really anyone who could say no to you.

And you didn't mind taking Hux to your bed; not really. You actually cared a great deal for the man, all things considered. It could have even been love, in a different life.

You dropped your towel to the floor as you descended the steps into the pool, sighing again in satisfaction as the warm water rose up around your body. You refused to think of your other lover. The one you continuously rejected until it reached a tipping point and you had no choice but to give in. This was your favorite escape. And you would not sully this rare opportunity when both men were off ship and you had no one to demand anything of you by thinking of that....hulking beast.

You felt your blood pressure start to rise at the mere thought of Ren and took a deep breath, forcing the anger away.

A star ship was never truly quiet, there was always the low hum of the air handlers and engines, but all that became white noise that could easily be ignored as it faded into the background. Here, in this room, was the only place on the ship that you could find silence. And now, you happily embraced it.

Your eyes slipped shut as you sank deeper into the water. A rare sense of calm rolled over you and weight seemed to lift. You let yourself float, aided only ever so slightly with the Force that eternally swirled about you. And as your body floated, your mind drifted away.

You weren't sure how long you had been floating when you felt it- a gentle tug, a hand reaching out through the Force for you, yanking you back from the peace you had been swathed in. What had started as mere brush across your consciousness soon became more more forceful. Searching. Grasping. Demanding.

Your stomach sank in dismay and let you your legs drop, planting your feet on the bottom of the pool to stand, to escape, but the doors of the chamber were already being forced open and a storm of black cloth and anger was pouring in, the doors sliding shut behind him, sealing you in with the only person in the galaxy you despised more than Snoke himself.

The anger was pouring off him in waves, emotions made physical due to your sensitivity to the Force, and to him; and you watched as he ripped off his helmet, sent it hurling into the wall to his left, cracking the delicate tile with it's impact. You scowled, furious at his childishness and his never ending destruction of everything around him.

You knew he could feel your distaste by the way his eyes snapped to focus on you. They were filled with fury, no doubt at what was most likely another failure in his hunt for Skywalker, but as you watched them you could see the way that something else crept in. A familiar hunger. You skin prickled at the way his eyes traced over you, down from your face to your exposed body. Watched as his throat bobbed as he swallowed.

You dropped ungracefully back into the water, arms crossing over your chest, hiding what you could of your nakedness under the scant cover of the rippling water. It was petty and pointless. He knew your body inside and out, but you did it anyways. Any opportunity to deny him, deny the bond that held you two together for all eternity, was one that would would take. It was your own bit of childishness, you knew.

“Get out,” you hissed, even as you were moving away, pushing through the water until your back hit the far side of the pool.

“I need you.” His voice was low; urgent and forceful.

“No.”

“You cannot deny me this.”

“I can and I will. Go lick the wounds of your failure elsewhere!”

“Please!” It didn’t take much before his show of bravado fell away and the desperation appeared.

“No Ren! You are not welcome here!” Your voice was a snarl, you mind pushing back against the hands you could still feel reaching out through the Force for you.

You glared at him. Even now, after all the years together, Kylo was still just as unpredictable to you as he was to outsiders. You did not know if he would give in, accept your rejection and slink away with his tail tucked between his legs. But as you waited, you saw the anger return. Your stomach sank. There would be no denying him this time.

Ren started forward, eyes fixed on you. You blinked in surprise when he didn’t stop at the edge of the pool, but descended down the steps into the water with all his clothes still on. The fabric took on water quickly, and although you knew it would have added a significant weight, it didn’t slow Kylo’s steady progress toward you in the slightest.

When he reached you, strong arms wrapping around you and hauling you to press against his firm body, you didn’t resist. There was no point anymore. Not tonight.

When his mouth descended to your, stars exploded behind your eyelids as you lips finally touched. The kiss was desperate, as if you were water and he a man near death with thirst. You felt it too. You hated the bittersweet relief his touch always brought, as if a part of your very being had been absent without him. And it would always be this way. He was your soulmate, the one person in the entire Universe that the Force decided you would be tied to forever, and in denying him you only denied yourself as well. There was no escaping fate.

You moaned loudly as his lips traveled from your mouth to your neck and continued their path south. His name slipped from your lips in a desperate cry as his mouth found your breast, lips closing around one nipple, tongue swirling around the bud. You leaned back, burying you hands in the dark mess of his hair, drawing him closer, as your back arched, opening yourself up to as much of your body as he wanted.

His mouth returned to your briefly before he pulled away, staring down at you with pleading eyes and swollen lips. “I need you.” He repeated his words from earlier.

“Then have me,” came your breathless reply, and your hands fell to the sodden fabric that concealed him from you. You wanted to feel him, to feel his skin, every inch of it pressed to yours. But you knew that would not be happening now. He was too desperate, too frenzied, after such a long time of being denied.

You helped him tug the heavy cowl off his shoulders. It was normally heavy, a thick, densely woven fabric that he wore almost as a shield, but it felt like an impossible weight now, with all the water it had absorbed. When he was finally free of it, he didn't bother with the tunic underneath, just reached down and freed himself from his trousers and undergarments. He barely had himself exposed before he was reaching for you again.

Kylo had the capability of being a good, considerate lover; to be gentle and accommodating. Long ago, in a different life when he had a different name, that is how it had always been between you. But now, with the years of hurt and anger and resentment between you, with his contestant desperate longing that you continuously rebuffed, he was usually too worked up to be the lover he once was when you finally did submit to him. You knew the rush stemmed from his fear that at any second you would turn cold, turn him again from your heart and body and his chance at physical connection with you would slip through his fingers like smoke.

He forced himself roughly between your thighs, lining himself up and then pushing up inside of you, burying himself to the hilt in one thrust that had you stretching around his almost painfully. He moaned loudly, pressing his face into the junction of your neck.

As was expected, his pace was quick, and the frantic pumping of his hips churned the water around you even as the force of his thrusts had you falling back against the side of the pool.

You threw you arms around his neck for balance, and the rough fabric of his wet clothes chaffed at your bare skin, the friction against your nipples shooting sparks of pleasure directly to your cunt.

You squeezed your eyes shut, tried to focus on the pleasure, on the feeling of his solid weight pressing down on you, on the fullness of him buried in your core.

His mouth was pressed to your throat, kissing, licking, biting at every inch of skin he could reach. And you could hear the words spilling from his lips. Mine. My queen. My empress. My goddess. My soul. A prayer only you would ever hear.

He reared back suddenly, ripping himself from your grasp, pulling out until only the tip of him remained in your body. His eyes were dark as he stared down at you, panting. “Tell me you are mine,” he demanded, one hand coming up to grope roughly at your breast, squeezing with a hand still gloved. You could feel him trembling, fighting to hold back from plunging back into you as he waited for your reply.

There was no point in denying it. Even if you lied, he would know. “I’m yours.” It was an answer, and promise, and a shackle, all wrapped in one weighty word.

You cried out, throwing your head back as he thrust back into you. Your fingers curled, nails digging into his shoulders at the fullness. He gasped your name in reply. And you could feel him, all of him; the push and pull of his cock as he rutted into your cunt; the desperate squeeze of his arms as he held you too him; and, through the bond, through the Force, his need for you, the pleasure he now took from your body and the love, the overwhelming desperate love that surged out towards you.

You were more at risk at drowning from that love than from the water that surrounded you.

It was too much. Too much and too long since you had allowed yourself to give in to the bond, give in to him; to let the connection you needed as much as you needed air to flourish.

You felt yourself spiraling quickly towards release, and then it was upon you, all your nerves lighting up with surges of color and pleasure as you clung to him, crying his name again and again as you came. In your pleasure, as he was connected to you with both body and soul, you lost yourself, not sure where you began and he ended. You could feel how your release, the how white hot clench of your cunt around him pulled from him his own orgasm. Felt the heat of his seed in your womb. Heard the long, low moan of your own name falling from his lips. Just as you were falling. Through space. Through time. Falling and falling, but safe in the knowledge he would catch you. That he would always catch you.

When the almost endless aftershocks of pleasure finally receded, and the haze cleared from your vision, you found yourself still cradled against him. He had one arm wrapped firmly around your middle, supporting you in the water where you had gone completely boneless. His other hand was cupping your face. He had removed his gloves, at some point, and now he was gently stroking your cheek with his thumb.

His eyes were warm, none of the anger that he had brought with him remained. And a soft smile, small, but there, lifted one side of his mouth. The rare appreance of happiness made him look younger, like a single smile could strip back the hate and anger that had twisted his soul into something you could barely recognize.

“Kylo.” His name nothing more than a whisper between you had him sliding his hand from your cheek to curl in your hair, guiding you lips to his again.

The kiss was slow, almost delicate. A sudden relearning of a past long gone now that your walls had been breached. It could have even been considered romantic, if you didn’t feel twitch of his cock, now softened, against the smooth skin of your inner thigh.

Your own lips twitched up into a ghost of a smile as you separated and gazed up at him, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he was fully hard again. One round was never enough to sate his desire.

His own smile grew in response to yours, as if he knew what you were thinking. His arm squeezed possessively where it still wrapped around you. “Stay with me tonight. Let me take my time with you. Besides, I doubt Hux will desire you tonight after I already had my way with you.”

Even in the heat of the room, you felt cold, as if ice were cascading down your spine. His words were light and carefree, no doubt meant to be some sore of awkward teasing. But they shocked you back to reality, shattered the illusion that perhaps things were as they once had been; as if Ren forgot that he was the reason that Snoke commanded you to seduce the General in the first place.

Ren still smiled, even as he felt you tense in his arms, even as contentment gave way to confusion and then to panic. You were pulling away, drawing back into your shell of simmering resentment. You reached out to the Force, and pushed. It was unexpected, and Ren lost his footing, falling back into the water, head going under.

When he emerged, sputtering and shaking his head like some sort of oversized dog, you were already ascending the steps of the pool. You held out your hand, and the towel you had left on a stool near the pool leapt from its spot and flew into your hand. You wasted no time wrapping it around you, a physical barrier to accompany the emotional one you were hastily rebuilding.

“My love,” Ren’s words were a plea; for you to stay; for you to forgive him; for you to love him as you once had.

“General Hux is off ship at the moment, My Lord. Fortunately I shall not be entertaining either one of you tonight. Although, of the two of you, the General’s company is always the more enjoyable.” You words were quick and sharp, the killing blow to whatever bridge had begun to form over the rift between you.

You didn’t look back. Even now, you still could never bear to see the soul deep anguish that was only too plain to see on his face when you rejected him like this. When you rejected his love.

Love. His love had once been all you needed. His fall changed that. You were no Sith, but you could understand the anger that Snoke encouraged his apprentice to embrace, for the strength it provided. You embraced the anger now too. Love. You could not deny that you still loved Kylo Ren. But it was no longer the pure innocent love of your youth. This love, as destined as it was, as lasting as it would be, was no longer pure. Hate, anger, love; all bound up in a gordian knot of pain.

You didn’t look back, but you could feel his despair. And as he stood there, a dripping black shadow in the middle of the now still water, you knew he could feel yours.

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animeomegas · 2 years

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Kinktober - Day 20

[Midoriya (BNHA) + Consensual Somnophilia]

Summary: It was pretty rare for Izuku to bring up things he wanted to try in the bedroom, especially armed with a porn video to match, so you wanted to take this seriously and give your omega what he wanted. Even if that was a video recording of you touching him in his sleep and narrating it to an imaginary audience. Dom!Alpha!GN!Reader

Warnings: I’ve put some exposition at the start to establish consent, but there are still creepy vibes, so be careful and don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable.

At the start of the month, Izuku had approached you, a hot blush covering his face and his phone clutched in one of his hands. After almost an hour of blushing and gathering courage, Izuku finally explained that he’d seen something online and he was wondering if you wanted to try it with him. Izuku then handed you his phone and ran to hide in the kitchen, seemingly too embarrassed to be there while you watched it.

Honestly, you were expecting something from Pinterest, maybe a couples craft or a date idea, so imagine your surprise when you unlocked his phone to see a porn video recorded from the perspective of an alpha who was touching up their omega in their sleep and narrating it the whole time.

You were undeniably shocked, but your mate had been working so hard recently and if this was what he wanted to have as his reward, well, you weren’t going to be the one to stop him. Spoiling your omega was your favourite hobby after all.

So, you studied the video. Multiple times.

Midoriya gave you a two-week block for you to choose a night to carry out the plan so that the exact date would be a surprise for him, and he added that he wanted you to keep him asleep the whole time if possible and clean him up afterwards, so he wouldn’t know it had happened until you told him.

You didn’t touch him at all for the first few nights because you could tell that Izuku was excited and anticipating it any second and as a result, sleeping very lightly. No, your plan was to wait for the perfect night, and eventually, the perfect opportunity fell into your lap. Izuku had come home from a very long and exhausting, but not especially stressful day at work, eaten a quick dinner and immediately passed out in bed, and when you checked up on him a few hours later, he hadn’t moved even an inch.

It was perfect.

…

“Izuku?” you whispered, holding the newly running camera in the dim bedroom. You were starting your video the same way the porn video started: by checking that your omega was actually asleep. “Omega, can you hear me?”

No response.

Good.

Slowly, you moved closer until you were standing by your bed. It felt strange to be doing this while he was asleep, but you knew Izuku had been incredibly excited to try it, so you had no problems pushing past a little weirdness to bring him something he wanted. He deserved the world.

“He’s asleep,” you told your imaginary audience. “He passed out a few hours ago in his underwear and an old T-shirt. Here, let me show you.”

As gently as you could, you peeled the blanket off of your mate, exposing his sleeping body to the camera. He was curled up cutely on his side, face nuzzled into his pillow. The old T-shirt he was wearing used to be yours, and the way it was slipping off his shoulder and showing his freckles just made him even more endearing.

His underwear had hitched up slightly in his sleep, exposing half of his adorably freckled butt and a tiny sliver of his soft cock to the camera. You decided to take a moment to document it all on camera, slowing focusing on every part of him from top to bottom.

You started with his face (“Look at how cute he is, those adorable freckles and huge eyes”), before moving on to his chest (“You can just about see one of his nipples peeking out there, they’re so sensitive, you should see him blush when I give them attention”), and then to his crotch (you simply wordlessly zoomed in on the sliver of visible cock that was laying completely vulnerable to you), and finishing on his legs (you bravely ran your hand, light as a feather, up and down his calf. The sheer number of scars stopped Izuku’s skin from being smooth, but goodness it was soft.)

“Isn’t my mate perfect?” you asked your imaginary audience as you finished. “I’m going to take off his underwear and try and show you that the adorableness continues down below.”

You shifted the camera downwards and ever so slowly inched his underwear down his legs, glad that he seemed to be deeply asleep from exhaustion. After almost dropping the camera multiple times, you finally managed to shimmy his underwear down to his knees.

“Here,” you said leaning over him. You used your free hand to open his cheeks and reveal his vulnerable hole to both you and the camera. You let out a small appreciative hum as his hole twitched in the cold air. You enthusiastically zoomed in the camera to document your first real touch.

Gently, you opened every little crease of his rim, showing all parts of him to the camera, taking your time and not letting a single part of him hide from the lens of the camera.

“Such a gorgeous little omega, look how perfect every single hidden crease is,” you murmured. As you progressed, his rim was getting puffier and puffier until it was nice and swollen. You put your thumb on the puffy rim and massaged it slowly, watching Izuku’s face like a hawk to make sure he was still soundly asleep.

Just then, a very, very light moan hit the air and you froze like a rock, nervous. After a couple of moments passed, you relaxed. Izuku had moaned but seemed to still be soundly asleep, however you pulled your thumb away just in case. You grinned when you noticed there was a small amount of slick glistening there. You held your thumb up to the camera and turned it so that it gleamed in the minimal light.

“Look at this, such a beautifully responsive omega,” you laughed gently. “I’ve always loved how quickly he got wet whenever I touched him.”

For the first time that evening, you turned the camera on yourself and made a show of licking the slick before you turned the camera back around and continued. Mhmm.

“Did you know he was a virgin when we got together?” you were getting comfortable speaking to an imaginary audience now. “That means no one but me has ever touched his hole like this before. All his cute reactions are mine and only mine.”

Next, it was time for you to give his cock some attention.

Carefully, you picked up one of his legs, and tried to move it so that his legs were laying open, ready for the next step in your plan. But just then, Izuku mumbled in his sleep and shifted, causing you to freeze again. That was a much bigger shift than the last one… was he waking up? Shit… you really, really wanted this to be perfect, just as he’d asked. You had to send him back into a deep sleep.

You did the only thing you could think of, pushing out a powerful ‘safe and comforting’ scent, hoping that his unconscious mind would relax once it knew you were here, that Izuku would subconsciously trust you.

And he did.

A few moments later, Izuku relaxed again, letting out a big breath of air before falling boneless against the bed again, allowing you to finish opening up his legs. His cock wasn’t as soft as it had been at the start, but it wasn’t fully hard yet either. You wanted to change that.

“He’s got a little hard from the attention I’ve been giving him,” you told the camera. Carefully, you grabbed his cock with your fingers and held it up to the camera, trying to get all the angles. “Here’s what he looks like up close. Very cute…” your words were becoming harder to form as you fought the instinct to drool.

“I’m going to try and show you him hard now,” and with that you gently leant forward and gave his cock little kitten licks, trying your best to get a good camera angle. Then you slipped his cock into your mouth and sucked, easily taking him all the way in because he was only half hard.

Izuku gave a little mewl into his pillow, and you smiled to yourself. He was so sensitive, even when he was sleeping.

You pulled off with a pop and showed the camera his newly hard, wet cock.

“Here,” you used your finger to demonstrate. “As you can see, his cock leans slightly to the left and the vein at the bottom is very prominent, sensitive too. He also has a nice pink colour on the tip. Izuku truly has a beautiful cock.”

Izuku moaned again at the feeling of your fingers fluttering over him and you turned the camera onto his face to capture it, zooming in on the little drool patch on his pillow when you noticed it.

“What do you think he’s dreaming about?” you asked with a teasing voice. “I know he’s dreaming about me, of course, but I wonder what he’s dreaming about me doing…”

Izuku’s tongue peaked out from his mouth and you giggled lightly. That’s when an idea suddenly hit you.

“Hmm, let’s finish up with one last thing…”

With an anticipatory grin, you took out your own cock and gently placed it on your mate’s lips, enjoying the warmth and softness.

Your cock was much harder than you expected it to be. Maybe Izuku was on to something when he asked to try this? Just the idea that he was so trusting of you to do this while he was at his most vulnerable made your stomach tighten in the best way.

Izuku’s tongue soon popped back out, and his lips opened slightly with a cute little breathy moan.

“Oh, I think I figured out what he’s dreaming about,” you smirked as Izuku’s lips fell open even more. You pet his cheeks gently with your free hand. “Good boy, ‘zuku, you’re doing so well, always ready for your alpha, even when you’re asleep.”

You continued to masturbate using his face and lips, struggling to keep the camera steady as you crept closer and closer to your climax. You had a couple of seconds to decide where you were going to cum, but the answer came easily, no pun intended.

You walked back around to Izuku’s spread legs and lined your cock up with Izuku’s, waiting only a few moments before you soaked his cock with your cum, wiping yourself on his thigh for good measure.

You zoomed in one final time on his newly cum covered crotch and then up to his face.

“I hope you enjoyed,” you teased, speaking both to the current Izuku laying in front of you and the future version who would be watching the video later.

And then you cut the camera off with a final wink.

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heath-ur · 4 years

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00Q Kinktober - Day 10

Prompt List ; Ao3 Pairing: Bond x Q Prompt: Dirty Talk Warnings: Smut, No Beta

Bond’s POV. For the first time! And I can’t keep plot from train-wrecking this. Oh well. You can skip to below the ~*~ if you’re here for smut and not for Q’s cats.

James lets himself into Q’s flat using the keyfob the boffin had given him after the last time he’d slept over nearly 2 weeks ago. At the time, he’d been a little surprised at the trust, but Q had explained patiently that the only things of importance he kept in his flat were his cats and his teas. The prior James was too besotted with to ever hurt and the second was beneath his notice. Q strived hard to keep his work and personal life separate, selections of previous and current partners excluded, so the only electronics that held any sensitive data were the tablet and laptop he kept on his person.

Q had continued on as if he hadn’t shown James his throat, “Besides, the cats miss you something terrible when you’re away on mission. This way, you can come visit even if I’m still at the office.”

Well, he was back from another mission. And he could admit to himself that he missed a certain boffin and his two ridiculously cute cats. So here he was at 7 in the morning, letting himself in.

The cats were quick to clamber to the door - Gambit and Zugzwang both, even though the little tuxedo tabby was less curious than his bicolored brother - and rub against his crisped trousers. James slips the door closed quickly so Gambit couldn’t escape and bends down to scoop up little Zug to give his chin some clucks before he gets too shy.

Q must not be awake yet - they wouldn’t be so expressive if they’d been loved on yet.

There is a moan from the couch that has James on alert, but he keeps his body relaxed so as not to concern Zuggy - the poor thing was so high-strung as it was; he didn’t need more stress in his life. He gently places the cat into the little cave portion of the cat tower that took up a good quarter of the living room wall and faces the possible intruder sleeping on the couch.

The man has on a rumpled suit and his face pressed into the back of the couch. Just off a bender, then. James tries to keep his sense of jealousy in check. When it was just fun and games, he hadn’t minded the thought of Q with someone else - he certainly had more than his fair share of sexual partners. But then Q had told him about Alec and told Alec that they were it. And Alec and James had agreed - honeypots only. Q’d given him a keyfob to his home, for chrissakes. So this man couldn’t be a one-night-stand. He couldn’t be, but James wanted to murder him anyways.

As if the man could sense James’ murderous thoughts, he pulls his face back enough to squint at the form over him. His face goes through several facial expressions - confusion, fear, concern - before settling into into a blank mask of ‘fuck it’.

“Tanner,” James recognizes him now. He schools his mask into something a little more pleasant. The man was straight and 100% in love with his wife - Elenore or Elizabeth. El-something.

“Q!” Tanner calls out, then whines in pain as it makes his headache worse. He keeps going, though. “Q! Please call off your menace of a bookend!”

After a few thumps and stumbles from the bedroom, Q comes to lean against the door jam, hair disarrayed, scrubbing his bare eyes, sleep pants slung low. “There’s no need to shout, and Gambit isn’t a menace. He just wants love. And they aren’t identical, why must you come up with weird twin references? Why are so you insistent about hating my cats, Bill? They...oh.” He’s opened his eyes and is staring at James before a smile takes over his face. “Welcome home, James.”

James can’t help but smile back, “I’m home. I thought I’d pop over to see my favorite kitten,” He steps over to Zuggy to pet him as he says it, but from the corner of his eye he can see how flushed Q becomes. “I wasn’t expecting you to have company.”

Q shrugs, “Some of us from the office went out last night. The ladies - R and Moneypenny - decided to leave us when I’d ceased to be amusing.”

Tanner makes a noise in the back of his throat. “They did want to know how much you remembered in the morning.”

Q squints in Tanner’s direction, “Enough. My retribution will be swift and devastating.”

Tanner pales, but James isn’t sure if that is due to Q’s threat or his hangover. Either way, the man excuses himself from the flat as soon as he has his shoes on and tells Q he’ll see him tomorrow. Q grunts in his direction and stumbles up to James to press his head into James’ shoulder to block out the light.

James finds himself curling his hands in Q’s hair gently, teasing the tangles out in small sections as they begin to sway. Gambit presses between their feet in a bid for attention, but James ignores him for now.

Q makes a fussy sound when James begins leading him back to bed, but allows the manhandling like he always does. In moments, James has the curtains closed against the light and they’re both curled under the covers, Q clinging to James’ pectoral.

~*~

When James wakes next, it’s to Q wiggling in his arms. As he lets go, Q shoots out of bed and to the bathroom. The sound is pissing, not vomiting, so James lays back and tucks his arms under his head and waits patiently for the boffin to finish his morning routine and feel more human again.

Q easily clambers back into the bed and leans over for a kiss, breath minty and eyes clear. “Welcome home. Or have I said that already?”

James chuckles and kisses Q a few more times. “You’ve already said, but I don’t mind hearing it again. DId you have a good night?”

Q wrinkles his nose and presses his morning erection into James’ hip. “They got me drunk and began interrogating me over the both of you. I’ll need to infiltrate their mobiles later to make sure they didn’t make a recording, the ungrateful bints.”

James cages Q in and reverses their positions, “Oh? What naugthy things did you say about us?”

Q scoffs. “They just wanted to know if the both of you were proportionate, how fit you were. Things like that.” He rolls his hips. “I didn’t say anything about our previous… hmm, encounters. Although Moneypenny was there when I first met Alec. And R knew why I was slipping away into my office that one time.”

James lowers his mouth to kiss Q’s cheeks, the hinge of his jaw, his neck. He murmurs in Q’s ear, “So you didn’t tell them about how I pressed you against a wall so tight that all you could do was squirm to get off?” He presses his thigh in tight against Q’s cock as a reminder, relishing in Q’s moan, in the nails scraping across his back.

“You didn’t tell them how you went to your knees for Alec within minutes of meeting him?” James bites down on a particularly pretty patch of neck. Q bucks up in shock, whimpering. James continues, “You didn’t tell them how you worked him over so well he pulled on your pretty curls so hard he thought he’d accidentally hurt you - until you asked oh so sweetly for more?” Q whines high in his throat, flush blooming in his cheeks and down his neck and chest, crawling down further in blotches and spots. His eyes were glazed, only a ring of green to be seen around the saucers of his pupils.

“James… James please,” Q begs so gently - completely at opposition to the scratching and pulling of his hands.

“Do you like that, darling? Do you like to know that we talk about our feisty kitten when we’re away? That we share what we like best? What you like best?” James immobilizes Q’s hands in one of his, keeping them above their heads. At the same time, he shifts his weight to press the palm of his free hand down hard on Q’s chest just centered against his collarbones. He keeps his eyes focused on Q’s face, to make sure that he’s up for it.

Q keens and thrashes, but no matter how hard he bucks, he can’t switch their positions. He doesn’t want to - James can see that in his face, in the way that Q’s lips are curling upwards at the same time that tears gather in his eyes. Oh, this perfect little force of nature. James grinds his cock next to Q’s, tensing his abs so Q gets the rub of those muscles he likes so much.

James sucks and bites a ring of bruises against Q’s neck, just above his hand where they will be covered by a shirt later. “Alec was so upset that he couldn’t show me the beautiful bruises he left in his kitten’s skin to remember him by. Instead, he told me in detail about those cute little hiccups you make when you cried… and all I could think of was how much you cried when I had you in this bed for the first time. Do you remember? You struggled just like this before you let it go for me. Will you let go?”

Q fusses and cries, he drums his feet like he had that first time, but soon enough he stops his false struggling and melts into the bed. James groans and ruts into the hollow of Q’s hip.

“So good for me,” He croons. “So good for us. Alec told me how much of a mess you left on that sofa.” He chuckles. “Wasn’t it the same one Tanner just spent the night on?” Q gasps and whines but keeps himself still, letting James do as he pleases. “Hmm... “ James sighs into Q’s skin. “Yeah, just like this, baby. Listen to you,” James coos and starts a rhythm with his hips. “Feel what a mess you’re making between us. Won’t you make it a little messier? For me, darling? I can’t wait to tell Alec what a good boy you’ve been for us.”

Q’s moan tapers out in surprise as he comes, thighs and arms tensing before becoming lax again. The extra slick and heat, along with the feeling of Q boneless and trusting below him, is enough to send James over the edge as well.

James doesn't hesitate to drop most of his weight down on the slighter man as he takes time to catch his breath and stretch out his arms. Q tsks but only wraps James closer as soon as he has his hands free, raising his knees to better fit James between his thighs.

Once the come between them begins to cool and congeal, James sighs but pulls away to go get a wet flannel from Q’s connected loo. When he comes back into the room, Q is still belly-up, but his face is covered by a pillow and his arms, as if he’s trying to smother himself. James pads up quietly and begins cleaning up the mess, leaning down to leave a kiss on Q’s nipple. Q squeaks but otherwise doesn’t move.

“Too much?” James asks gently as he lays back into the bed, propping himself up on one arm.

Q mumbles.

“Run that past me again?”

Q lifts the pillow to expose his mouth and nose, but keeps his eyes hidden. “Good. Just…You two really do talk about me, don’t you?”

James laughs gently. “Did you not believe us?” He slips his hands down and around Q’s skin in random patterns. “We’ve said similar things before.”

Q’s blush returns and he squirms, but he raises the pillow to squint in James’ direction. “Not like that, you haven’t.” His voice sounds both cross and embarrassed.

James pauses his hand. “Would you prefer we stopped now that we know we’re speaking about the same person? Or would you just prefer that I don’t tell you?”

Q looks up to the ceiling. “No…. no. You can keep doing both. I just… didn’t realize how it would make me feel.” James begins his hand again and snuggles up closer.

“That feeling is good, though?”

Q sighs and finally loses all of his tension. “Yes. Very… good.”

James doesn’t miss how Q’s mostly-soft cock twitches in remembrance, and grins to himself. “Does this mean you’ll let us take pictures?”

Q makes an offended sound and tries to push James out of bed.

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eyesfixedonthesun22 · 5 years

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October 14th: Non-bed Surface (wall, car, floor, etc)

Pairing: Any Male Avenger x Gender Neutral Reader Warning(s): Smut 18+ Word Count: 100 Beta Reader: My darling honey bun, @supersoldiersruined-me Notes: This is my October 14th entry to @ruckystarnes Kinktober writing challenge. **************************************************************************************************

He nearly rips the door off the seedy truckstop diner bathroom; pushing you against the sink. He’s unsure if it was the rusty backdrop of autumn leaves against your complexion, the way you licked a stray drizzle of syrup from your finger, or the probing eyes of the truckers at the bar. Regardless, he knew he needed you.

It’s awkward and rough against the cool porcelain but quickly you’re a panting mess filled with his creamy claim. He imagines it dripping out of you, staining your clothes, while you walk hand in hand past the truckers back to the car.

#Rucky’s Kinktober 2019 #Steve Rogers x Reader #Bucky x Reader #Tony Stark x Reader #Sam Wilson x Reader #Thor x Reader #Avengers smut #gender neutral reader #kinktoer #my writing #my fics

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resoan · 6 years

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Kinktober Prompt 4

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Hela/f!OC

Kinks Used: Corset, Formal Wear, Against a Wall

Notes: Set in a very AU Marvel-verse where Dr. Strange has more or less been invited to stay on Asgard for a time. Hela was never exiled. There are references to Thor and Loki’s time spent on Earth. Obviously not canon-compliant in the slightest.

If infidelity and/or dubious consent bother you, this likely isn’t the prompt for you.

Coming to Asgard in such a manner – by way of the Bifrost – had certainly never crossed her mind; it had become almost a point of pride to figure out the technology required to make it their by her own prowess and the technology she was crafting, yet Ronnie couldn't deny that she'd learned a great deal in the short time she and Stephen had spent in the curious, foreign realm. In point of fact, Ronnie had spoken with a number of more technically-inclined Asgardians concerning their own technology and the 'magic' that made it work as it did, and such an acquaintance was why she'd wandered away from Stephen's side at the banquet the royals hosted.

Even those of Asgard not more martially-inclined abstained from alcohol, though, and as the night progressed, Ronnie found their conversation less and less helpful. She'd even knocked a few back herself when the goblets and tankards had been pressed into her hands, and more than once she'd had to lean back from a pawing hand that just barely brushed over the soft pink satin of her corset. It wouldn't have been Ronnie's first choice of attire, but she would admit the flared, black skirt dotted with winks of white to give off the illusion of stars in the nighttime sky was perfect.

She could feel her cheeks flush from the alcohol, as well as some of the more rakish comments, though with a nervous chuckle Ronnie stood from the table and excused herself, slipping out of the great hall and towards one of the many balconies overlooking Asgard proper. The one she chose was mercifully empty, and Ronnie skimmed a hand down her stomach before inhaling deeply, the cool air helping the warmth of her skin even if it did little to alleviate her anxiety.

You sure I can't tempt you? Ronnie could still remember the burly man's wriggling eyebrows and rippling biceps, the redhead swallowing before taking steps closer to the balcony's edge, fingertips curling over the stone railing. That sorcerer of yours surely can't satisfy you. She shook the sound of the man's voice free from her mind, though there...did seem to be something different about their relationship since they'd come to Asgard. Ronnie couldn't pinpoint what had changed it, or if indeed it were her own perceptions and others' coloring her thoughts, or hell, perhaps it was the alcohol.

The urge to rake her fingers back through her perfectly-coiffed hair was strong, though one she ultimately suppressed; she couldn't very well return to the festivities looking as though she'd just rolled out of bed with someone.

“And what, pray tell, is our human guest doing so far removed from the festivities celebrating her arrival with the wizard's?” Ronnie inhaled sharply as she turned, blue eyes blinking several times before she let out a few sheepish chuckles.

“It was getting a bit too...crowded in there,” Ronnie admitted, not quite able to relax now that her sanctuary had been violated. The realm's princess and current heir to the throne, Hela, blocked her exit, green eyes gleaming and seeming to see through the feeble excuse Ronnie had offered.

“Were my father and his cohorts not so enamored by their mead, they might take offense that their guest of honor has fled the field,” Hela replied silkily, effortlessly, her steps silent and catlike as she approached.

“Does my absence offend you so?” Ronnie remarked glibly, a crimson eyebrow curling upwards. Hela's lips twitched into a grin, the woman clearly impressed and perhaps even approving, though there was an underlying gleam in her eyes that continued to unsettle Ronnie, something predatory that made her feel as though she were the prey.

“You are absent from me no longer,” Hela shot back, the princess leaning an arm against the railing and looking over Ronnie's form with a slow, deliberate gaze. Once her gaze caught Ronnie's, though, the latter felt pinned in place, as though Hela had cast some sort of spell over her to keep her in place, though when Hela looked away, Ronnie did as well. Her heart was pounding curiously, and the twitch of Hela's lips seemed to indicate the princess knew her effects on the other.

“Perhaps I'd better get back,” Ronnie then murmured, eager to get away from this strange feeling and the equally strange woman who unnerved her so. She headed for the balcony's exit, trying not to feel the searing look on her back as she did so. “I did leave Stephen all alone-”

“I can assure you, he is being well tended,” Hela purred, the woman seeming to reappear at her side before long, elegant fingers grasped a hold of her forearm and tugged sharply; there was strength in her grip that Ronnie would have never guessed from merely looking at Hela's slight form, though Ronnie let out a quiet yelp at being tugged and pushed against the outer wall of the balcony, so very near the door yet far enough away so others could not see unless they stepped onto the balcony themselves.

“As will you,” Hela then breathed against her ear, Ronnie's heart racing as Hela's lips curled into a smirk before nipping at the lobe of her ear. A pleased, deep chuckle slipped past the princess' lips at how easily and readily Ronnie seemed to jolt from such a simple touch, though the surprised gasp she let out as Hela's hand slipped unceremoniously between her legs was swallowed as she sealed their lips together. The kiss was firm and deep, Hela's free hand slipping around to the back of Ronnie head and angling it accordingly, and while Ronnie knew she needed to do something to stop this, she could do little but be swept away from the heat and the passion, her lips parting mechanically for Hela's sweeping, probing tongue.

Ronnie whined as one of Hela's fingers slid underneath her dress and firmly along her slit, never parting her and only offering the barest amount of pressure until Ronnie's hips bucked closer and Hela smirked against her lips before pulling away. “So impatient,” Hela clicked her tongue, though Ronnie's eyelids fluttered as Hela's finger pressed deeper and found her entrance with minimal effort. Ronnie's heart was racing, her now-swollen lips parted for air that seemed reluctant to come, and when she realized Hela wasn't moving, she dared to blink her eyes open. Hela seemed to be assessing her, the mirth gone from her gaze as something much more serious took its place. “Tell me what you want. Beg for me to end you,” Hela then demanded, her thumbnail scraping across the hood of Ronnie's clit and earning a sharp cry for her trouble, Ronnie's hips snapping forward for more of that friction.

Some part of Ronnie knew she shouldn't, that this was wrong on some level, but the slick coating Hela's fingers as they idled between arousal-soaked folds proved she cared less about that than finding her end, even at the hand of someone like Hela. Her teeth grazed across her bottom lip as she struggled internally, though Hela's patience was not inexhaustible, and her expression darkened unpleasantly when Ronnie pleas were not as forthcoming as she'd desired. “You have one chance,” Hela murmured menacingly, her fingers seeking out Ronnie's clit and rolling it between them. “Beg for it, or I'll leave you to finish for yourself.”

It was admittedly different to think as Hela's fingers continued to twirl and tweak her clit rhythmically, though Ronnie's hand reached for Hela's shoulder as her breasts heaved in her too-tight corset, the blue of her eyes nearly hidden behind blown pupils. “P-please,” Ronnie breathed, lips wet from her tongue. “Touch me. Fuck me. Make me come.” The smile that spread across Hela's lips upon hearing that was one Ronnie would have never been able to describe, though she did cry out when Hela's fingers released her clit and pressed inside of her, curling at her inner walls and dragging before thrusting back inside fiercely.

Two fingers soon become three, then four, and Ronnie felt something twist and tighten low in her gut as Hela's thumb brushed over her clit; she came with a loud shriek as Hela's fingers thrust back inside of her, and to her surprise, Hela didn't retract her hand immediately after doing so. When Ronnie was able to look over at Hela, the princess seemed almost lost in thought, as though she'd seen something so impossibly beautiful or moving she had no words for it.

“Very good, pet,” Hela whispered, sliding her fingers free from her still-slick hollow and pressing a kiss to her lips, though this time it was slow and sensual, her tongue gliding over Ronnie's lips teasingly before pulling away and lifting her hand to taste Ronnie's climax.

Hela's eyes fluttered as though it were a treasured delicacy, and Ronnie somehow didn't recoil when the princess reached her still-dry hand to Ronnie's pale cheek, fingertips grazing across the sensitive skin before she slipped back into the corridor, and left Ronnie confused and aroused and still in no fit state to return to the banquet.

#kinktoer 2018 #kinktober #marvel #hela/oc #my writing

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