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indeedcaptain · 6 months

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Spirktober 2023, days 16 and 17: Public + Ritual

My brain is back online, for the most part, so now I'm working back through the days I missed. I hope that it's okay that I'm combining two. This was a fun one to write even if I did put some interesting queries into my search history. I hope you enjoy!

Also posted on AO3 here!

Warnings: explicit sex (in the form of fellatio)

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Kirk should have known that something was off when he informed the Undran diplomatic corps that dancing was frequently done with big groups of people or switching partners after songs ended, and they all tittered behind their large decorative fans.

He shot a look to Uhura, questioning if he had committed some social faux pas, but she tapped a finger against her lip and looked contemplative, which was not her standard expression for, “You goofed,” so he thought he was in the clear.

“What is dancing like for your people?” He turned to the head Undran: a tall, muscular person of indeterminate sex, standing next to someone who looked nearly identical but had been identified as their spouse. He had learned that day that they were a highly physical people. Their cities had been built in the root systems of the enormous trees that grew nearly a mile tall on the surface of their planet, Cartix III, and moving through the passageways required much climbing and ducking until they reached the larger central halls. Uhura had informed him, after they made first contact, that dance was highly important to them, and that they may be asked to participate in performances.

That didn’t bother Kirk, but the leader of the Undrans skated their fingers over their spouse’s shoulder and said, “Once you are coupled, you dance with no one else.” Their spouse interlocked their fingers together before releasing their hand. Kirk saw Uhura tilt her head to one side, like she was concentrating on listening to something. She tapped a button on her padd. Was she manually overriding the universal translator? For what?

“We would be honored if you would show us how your people dance, Captain Kirk,” the head Undran said. “We will show you how we do it, we will break our evening fast, and then you can perform as well. With whom would you dance?”

“That sounds just wonderful,” he said. When they were off duty, Spock was his preferred dance partner, first and always, but he didn’t think his lover would enjoy being the center of attention. He would prefer to watch, and analyze, and then keep Kirk up late into the night describing his observations, among other things. “I’ll dance with anyone in the crew,” he said, and the Undrans again hid their faces behind their fans. “Lieutenant Uhura?”

“Yes, Captain?” She was distracted.

“Will you dance with me this evening?”

As he spoke, her face paled, and she looked between Kirk, Spock, and the Undrans. “Oh,” she said, uncertain. “As you wish, captain.”

Kirk frowned at her. Spock raised one eyebrow at the uncharacteristic lack of enthusiasm. Uhura was a wonderful dancer, and had taught most of the crew to swing dance over the course of the previous four years. She said, “I just think there are others you would rather dance with.”

The Undrans looked between each other, some smirking, some with wide eyes. Uhura turned to address them. “Thank you for inviting us here! I believe we may require water and rest before the performance. May we retire?”

“Of course,” the Undran in charge of hospitality said. “Follow me.” Kirk tried to catch Uhura’s eye as she passed, but she stepped past him and Spock to trail behind the Undran in front and speak to them in a low voice. Kirk looked to Spock, who just made the facial expression that was as close as the Vulcan got to “hell if I know.”

The Undran led them to a warren of rooms within the root system near the great gathering hall where they had been received.

“Forgive us. The complexities of your partner system escape us, so we have simply provided the largest grouping of rooms we could provide. Please let us know if there is something that would suit you better.” The Undran inclined their head and then closed the door behind them. Kirk turned to Uhura and planted his hands on his hips.

“Lieutenant Uhura, care to explain yourself?”

She covered her face with her hands for a moment before recovering her professionalism. “Captain, the universal translator is wrong. They use metaphor differently than we do --- it’s a known translation glitch. They think you sleep with the entire crew and they’ve asked you to demonstrate how the Federation has sex after dinner tonight.”

Kirk couldn’t help it. He laughed. Then he saw Uhura and Spock’s solemnity and he stopped laughing. He schooled his face into neutrality and settled into parade rest. “Another unfortunate blow to my reputation,” he said. “Can we refuse without dealing grievous injury to our relations with them?”

“I’m not sure, but likely no, Captain,” Uhura said, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. The three security guards they’d brought down were studiously looking elsewhere. “Sex -- dancing -- is important to them for symbolic reasons. It’s not that they’re strictly monogamous, per se, they do have polyamory, but once those bonds are forged, that’s it. They are highly unlikely to take others except in cases of violence between partners or death.”

“Ah,” he said. Much like Vulcans, he thought to himself, and looked sidelong at Spock. Spock was perfectly neutral, hands behind his back --- which meant he was thinking deeply and rapidly, and Kirk had cause to worry.

“Excuse us for a moment, please,” he said to Uhura, and took Spock by the elbow and led him away from the central room into one of the adjoining ones. He closed the door between them and the rest of the team.

“I never would have agreed to this if I had realized,” Kirk said immediately. He squeezed Spock’s elbow and released him.

“I am aware, captain,” Spock said. He clasped his hands behind his back. “I do not readily see a way to gracefully rescind the offer, given that the fault lies with us for assuring them our technology would negate the need for a translator.”

Kirk winced. Spock crossed his arms, tapping one long finger against his lips.

“I don’t want to--- dance--- with anyone but you. You know that. But I also won’t make you have public sex for the sake of the mission, Spock.” Spock’s finger continued its rhythm, and Kirk had to drag his eyes away from it.

“Are you opposed to public fornication, captain?”

“I---,” Kirk started, shifting on his feet, and then paused. “Wait, why?”

“I am simply considering the most logical course of action. The success of this mission is critical to the Federation’s continued presence in this solar system. Sex, regardless of how they describe it, is important to them, and they have asked us to participate. Are you opposed to participating?”

Kirk crossed his arms. He pictured it: himself, and preferably Spock, doing some of his favorite activities on a raised platform in the middle of a crowd of strangers. They would be watched by people who didn’t know them as captain and commander, as Starfleet’s prized toys, but only as partners; people who would know nothing about them but the way that they knew and loved each other. His brain told him, That is inappropriate behavior, but the spark of arousal in his stomach and groin did not care about propriety. But then he thought about having to do any of that with someone who wasn’t Spock, and the arousal died immediately.

He met Spock’s eyes. “I don’t find the idea… repulsive, if that’s what you’re asking.” He blushed slightly under Spock’s far-too-perceptive gaze: there was no way the Vulcan’s keen attunement to his emotions hadn’t picked up the transition from vaguely curious to interested. “But, Spock, I won’t do it without you. We can ask if there’s another couple on the ship who would do it.”

“But you are interested in it,” Spock said softly. Kirk stepped towards him, wrapping his hands around both biceps.

“But you’re not,” Kirk said. Spock stared over his shoulder for a second longer. When Spock met his gaze, though, he did not see trepidation but curiosity, and the streak of possessiveness that always made Kirk’s knees weak and dick hard even as he pretended to chafe against it. Spock raised one hand and lightly dragged the knuckle of his bent pointer finger against Kirk’s cheek and tilted his head. The changed angle transformed him from Kirk’s familiar lover to something more alien, something inhuman and feral.

“That is a reasonable assumption,” Spock said, and he slid his hand back to thread his fingers through Kirk’s hair. “And it is true, for some things. I find that I am… unwilling to show my own arousal, my own loss of control, to individuals who are not yourself.” He tugged Kirk’s head back and gently pressed a kiss to one of the tendons in his neck. “I find that I do not mind if we show them yours.”

“Oh,” Kirk breathed, as Spock skated his mouth to his jawline and kissed him again.

“Especially if it is by my hands,” Spock said, and the growl in his voice made Kirk shiver. “Do you want to participate?”

“Okay,” Kirk said immediately, critical thinking skills fleeing at Spock’s consent. “Yes. However you had in mind.” Spock kissed him again before stepping back, and in less than a second he had once again become Kirk’s first officer.

“I believe I shall inform the Undrans, with Lieutenant Uhura, that there was a miscommunication, and that you will be performing with me. I will ask them to show me the space and tell them what I require.” Spock was once again the consummate professional, even if what he was saying was something Kirk hadn’t even considered to include in his wildest fantasies. “Questions or comments, captain?”

“Yes, Mr. Spock,” Kirk said intelligently. “Sounds like a plan.” Then Spock turned from him and swept back into the main room to find Uhura.

Good lord. He was going to have to write a mission report about this?

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Kirk, Spock, Uhura, and the security complement entered the grand meeting hall four hours later, guided by the Undrans from before. Their leader and their spouse --- Kirk still couldn’t determine gender and wasn’t about to guess --- were called Carthan and Mali, and their hospitality guide was called Bello. But all thoughts of gender and their species fled from Kirk’s mind as they were led through the enormous hall. It was built beneath an enormous tree, all the soil painstakingly moved over the course of years or centuries to create an almost entirely round and smooth area. The roots were visible in the walls and arched up to the ceiling above, and lights were tied to the bark in a way that did not damage the tree or inhibit its growth. The room was set up like an amphitheatre: there were arcs of round tables, with seats all facing a raised platform at the end of the room. Kirk swallowed hard to realize that he would be standing up there later this evening. Or laying. Or kneeling? His eyes flicked to Spock, who was, as usual, inscrutable.

Spock noticed his attention and dropped back to walk beside him. “Captain,” he said, inclining his head.

“Mr. Spock,” Kirk murmured. “How were your errands?”

“Successful, captain,” he said. “All is arranged. They were relieved and humored to know that your breadth of dance partners was a misunderstanding on our part. I believe they were starting to think that they did not share much in common with the Federation. But they were very accommodating of my requests.”

“Very good, Mr. Spock. This mission may yet owe its success to you.” Kirk looked at him and dropped his voice lower. “Any hints on what I may expect this evening?”

“I believe you said that whatever I had in mind would suffice, captain.” Spock was teasing him. Unbelievable. Whoever said that Vulcans were exceedingly serious people had never known one for more than a day. “Would you like a hint?”

“Yes,” Kirk said immediately. Spock thought as they were led to a table near the front by Bello. He leaned into Kirk’s ear as they were seated.

“They will be able to see every emotion upon your face. But they will not see mine.”

Kirk crossed his legs to hide the beginnings of his erection.

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The way that the Undrans made love was nothing short of mesmerizing. Sex, for them, was as intricate and choreographed as a dance would be on Earth, and Kirk thought that the universal translator could perhaps be forgiven for mixing the two concepts up. Carthan and Mali circled each other, eyes locked on each other, before they grasped hands and swung each other in increasingly complex and narrowing circles until one--- and by this point Kirk had lost track of who was who, as they had both shed the trappings of status until they were bare, and nearly identical--- straddled the other on the raised platform. Their genitals were somewhat of a mystery to him, enclosed within folds not unlike labia but infinitely more prehensile. He could not tell, even from so close up, what was occurring, but he certainly did not miss as they approached and reached climax together. Their synchronicity reminded him, actually, of when he and Spock melded during sex. When he took Spock’s hand beneath the table, he thought that Spock had thought the same.

When they stood together, clasped hands, and bowed, the audience did not clap. Instead, they stood as one and bowed in return. Then Carthan and Mali departed and an Undran wearing an apron appeared on the stage, describing what meal they had prepared for their honored interstellar guests. Kirk blinked at the shift in tone, but only he and his crew seemed unprepared for it.

“That was… something,” he said to Uhura, but she was still staring at the stage.

“Did you hear what they were saying to each other?” She asked.

“What? No,” he said. “Outside of the… the obvious.”

“At the beginning. During their foreplay. They were affirming each other, it sounded like. Reminding each other of shared memories and what they were doing, and why.” She leaned back and wiped a single tear away. “It was quite lovely, actually.”

“I would like to remind you that you are both allowed and encouraged to not watch our half of the performance,” Kirk said. “It would be my particular preference that you not cry, either, Lieutenant.”

“And I will remind you, captain, that half the crew saw you get drunk at last year’s holiday party and try to jump Spock in the hallway before he carried you home, so forgive me if I’m not absolutely shocked by the idea that you have intercourse.”

“That was one time,” Kirk muttered. But Spock, that absolute traitor, said, “Captain, there was also the planet with the pollen---”

“Impossible! All of you! To the brig for subordination!”

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They stood at the edge of the little raised stage at the front of the hall, and nerves clenched Kirk’s stomach as he looked out over the number of people who were watching them.

“I didn’t know there would be so many,” he muttered to Spock. He squeezed Spock’s hand, and Spock rubbed a reassuring thumb over the back of his hand.

“You can revoke your consent at any time, captain,” Spock murmured to him. “Always.” Kirk leaned into him.

“I think I still want this,” he said. “But I’m nervous now.” But then Carthan stepped off the stage, having finished whatever introduction they gave for them, and gestured to them.

“I will take care of you, ashayam,” Spock said. “If you’re sure.”

Kirk steeled himself and, instead of responding, stepped out onto the stage.

The lights were not as bright as they had seemed from the side. Instead, they washed out everything that was not the ground immediately in front of the stage. The crowd vanished from his sight; his only awareness of them now was the shifting of fabric and cloth, the gentle clink of clayware against the tables, the fluttering of their customary fans. All he could see was Spock, standing on the stage with him.

“I think that’s your line, Mr. Spock,” Kirk said, and Spock stepped into his personal space. Kirk tilted his head up to maintain eye contact, and Spock lifted both hands to frame his face, sliding his long fingers into his hair. Kirk let his eyes close as Spock closed the distance between them in a kiss.

Kirk could feel Spock reading his emotions, gauging if Kirk still wanted this, and after a moment of adjustment, after three years of carefully avoiding public displays of affection, Kirk opened his mouth to him. At the encouragement, Spock swept in: not domineering, as he could be, but certainly not gentle. He kissed possessively, and had since the very first time: he used tongue and teeth and lips to map Kirk’s mouth, kissing until Kirk’s mouth was puffy and bruised.

He threaded his arms around Spock’s neck, coming onto his toes to lean against Spock, and Spock wrapped one arm around his waist to counterbalance. He slipped a hand beneath the hem of Kirk’s shirt and splayed it against his back. The cool air rushed against the strip of skin now exposed, and Kirk shivered to realize that everyone in the audience could see his back, the skin and scars and muscle and fat and bone. His ardor cooled for a split second before his brain adjusted the mental image. They weren’t just seeing Kirk’s body. They were seeing Spock’s hand against him, dimpling his skin with the strength of his fingers, splaying nearly from tailbone to ribcage. The engine of his desire roared to life as he reframed what they were seeing: it wasn’t about him. It was about what Spock did to him, was doing to him. It was about what he allowed Spock to have, that he had refused to give to anyone else before him: his heart as well as his body, his mind and soul alongside his skin and bones.

He felt Spock’s wry half-smile against his lips as his dick took a firmer interest in the proceedings. Kirk slid his fingers into Spock’s hair and pulled, breaking the connection of their lips, before he licked the tip of Spock’s ear and breathed out against it. Spock shivered against him, and when he met Kirk’s gaze lust had blown his pupils wide. Spock pressed his hand harder against Kirk’s back, reminding him, I feel what you feel. Kirk pressed their foreheads together and whispered, “What did you intend to do to me?”

Spock whispered back, “I intended to press you against this wall, kneel before you, and take you into my mouth.” Oh, holy shit. He pulled back and assessed Kirk’s expression. “Does that meet the parameters we established?”

Kirk nodded. Spock slid both hands under Kirk’s tunic and gently pulled it up over his head, kissing along his collarbone after it was revealed. He worried the edge of Spock’s tunic in his own hand, but Spock shook his head no. Good god, Kirk realized. He is going to be fully clothed while I am naked and then he is going to blow me on stage. Spock pressed one hand to his chest, fingertip dangerously close to his nipple, and pushed him backwards until his back was against the wall. Spock followed him, head bent to bite the sensitive skin of his neck and suck bruises into it. His hands roamed over Kirk’s chest, flicking and pinching and soothing, until Kirk’s head was tipped back against the wall and he was moaning aloud. Spock adjusted his stance to bring his thigh between Kirk’s, and he ground against the hard muscle gratefully. He found that he had twisted his hand into Spock’s hair and clenched it so tightly that his fingers were going numb, and he released it to scratch down his back instead.

Spock trailed his fingers down Kirk’s chest and rested them at the tie of his trousers. “May I?” he asked, and kissed one of the bruises he had left.

“Yes, please,” Kirk said, and he dropped his head back again, mouth opening as Spock pulled his trousers open and down. I should have taken off my boots first, he thought, delirious with desire, until Spock kissed the head of his dick and he stopped thinking altogether. He gave no thought to the audience any longer, just to the blessed pressure of one of Spock’s hands against his thigh, the other pressed against his abdomen, and the warmth of his mouth and lips around his dick. He knew that he was gasping and keening and moaning, but the only thing he could hear was Spock’s breathing, growing rapidly unsteadier as orgasm approached, and the slick wet noises of his mouth sliding on and off.

“Spock, please,” he gasped, trying to warn him, but Spock did not cease.

Two things pushed Kirk over the edge. The first was the spark of psychic energy that arced between them when Kirk pulled Spock’s hand off his stomach and threaded their fingers together. He wasn’t sure when it had gone from something he did for Spock to a necessity for him too, but he rarely came without their hands intertwined anymore. The second was that Spock released Kirk’s thigh and reached between his legs, dragging one finger along his perineum before cupping his balls.

Kirk thrust forward into Spock’s mouth, crying out as he came hard. Spock’s hands had pinned his hips to the wall, keeping him from sliding into a puddle on the ground, and Spock gently pulled his mouth away from Kirk, swallowing before pressing a kiss to the skin at his hipbone. They rested there for a moment, chests heaving, Kirk’s head back against the wall, Spock’s head bowed against his thigh. Then, from his knees, Spock carefully pulled his boxers and trousers back up, tying them securely, before standing and retrieving Kirk’s shirt and pulling it lovingly over his head, threading his arms back through the sleeves. Kirk’s brain came back online sometime during this process, and when he dazedly met Spock’s eyes and saw Spock’s slight, satisfied smile, he grinned back. In the post-orgasm glow, he felt none of the shame or anxiety that he had half-expected: only the warmth that he felt whenever he was close to Spock, the love and pride that he felt in the Vulcan man before him.

Spock smoothed the fabric of his uniform down over his shoulders, a gesture familiar from every morning when they dressed for the day in their quarters, and Kirk leaned forward and pressed their lips together again. Then Spock pulled him by the hand forward to the edge of the stage --- Oh right, he thought, at least someone is still thinking of the ceremony --- and they bowed. From here, Kirk could see the audience that he had previously forgotten.

He studiously ignored his own crew. But the rest of the audience he let his eyes wander over: some were obvious aroused, the prehensile labia-like organ fluttering, others staring in awe or appreciation, but all of them looked at Spock with a fraction of the respect and trust that he did, and when they stood and bowed to them, deeply, he thought he might understand now why their performances were so important.

Spock pulled him off the stage, and once they stood again in the darkness he pulled Spock to a standstill and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Spock encircled his waist and they stood there, swaying. Kirk heard Spock breath in the smell of him. All too soon, though, footsteps approached, and they broke apart at Carthan and Mali’s appearance.

Carthan said, “I do not think we have the words to express the honor you have bestowed upon us this evening. You have shared something beautiful with us.” Then they turned to Spock and bowed again. “We are especially grateful to you, given what you said about your own species’ proclivity for privacy. That you would share what you did with us is a demonstration of trust that we won’t soon forget.” Kirk felt Spock’s surprise through their clasped hands. Carthan bowed again to both of them before departing. Mali turned to depart with them, before turning back.

Eyes sparkling, they said, “Carthan is correct in saying that we are honored that you shared your love with us. I would also like to thank you for another gift.” They glanced back over their shoulder before turning back to them confidentially. “As all genders on Cartix bear the same genitals, and the lilia are so dextrous---” they gestured to the labia-like thing near their stomach--- “we infrequently have cause or desire to innovate. But to apply one’s mouth to erogenous zones…!” They smiled suggestively, bowed once more, and turned to follow Carthan.

Kirk gaped after them until he turned to his similarly flummoxed partner.

“Mr. Spock,” he said faintly. “Did we just introduce an entire planet to the idea of cunnilingus?”

“It appears so, captain,” Spock said, and coughed once. “I should like to return in a few years to discover what they do with this information.”

“Oh, you would?” Kirk said, teasing, as they turned to find their crew. “I’ll find all the voyeuristic planets you want, if that’s what you’re saying.”

“It depends on the venue, captain. I do not believe theatre-in-the-round would be as conducive to my preferences…”

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#spock #spirk #kirk #my writing #tos #spirktober #spirktober2023 #k/s #kirk/spock #k/s fanfic #kirk/spock fanfic #aliens made them do it

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glimmerglanger · 2 years

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Less Than Ideal Circumstances

Hey! I finally got a bingo for @codywankinkbingo! The fic that gave me the bingo is "Less Than Ideal Circumstances," which is set during the war and involves the aliens made them do it trope, so watch out there for mutual dubcon.

This fic is...so spicy. So very spicy. My card and the fills for the fic under the cut!

The fic fills: blow jobs, doggy style, aliens made them do it, and virgin(s).

Hope you enjoy! Also, I realize my card is steadily losing quality. I may have to do something about that before the end of this event...

#codywankinkbingo2022 #codywan #SPICY #dubcon #getting together #aliens made them do it #first time #adult communication

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couldntbedamned · 4 months

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What she says: I really enjoy dub con when neither party is particularly keen on knocking boots such as "sex pollen" or "aliens made them do it"

What she means: yes the sex can be hot but holy shit it's the emotions before/during/after that are just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻.

Like, how does everyone manage after?

Did any latent feelings come to light?

Do they have to pretend it never happened?

Did anyone see/hear?

Are there any political ramifications?

What if one of them is already in a relationship?

What if it's permanently binding?

Can they ultimately overcome the circumstances that led to them having sex?

How do the characters grow and develop because of what happened?

WHAT IF THE CHARACTERS TRAUMA BOND AND DECIDE TO TAKE CARE OF EACH OTHER????

All of that and more has me loving the SP/AMTDI tropes so much.

#fic #sex pollen #aliens made them do it #fuck or die

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roosterbox · 1 year

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Fic Rec Friday 3/24/23

Title: Abduction Seduction

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: X-Men: First Class (2011) - Fandom, X-Men (Movies)

Relationship: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier

Characters: Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Original Alien Character(s)

Additional Tags: Aliens Made Them Do It, Fluff and Crack, First Time, Love Confessions, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Sexual Content, Aliens Are Voyeurs, Happy Ending

Summary:

"Seriously," Charles said, and stared at the alien. "Seriously. No."

"A successful mating demonstration will earn you food," the alien reminded them helpfully, from the other side of the clear glowing door.

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A bit of a blast from the past for today’s rec. In that it was first posted, damn, nine years ago. Nine years ago exactly in two weeks! Maybe I should have waited and posted this rec on its anniversary?

Nah. Still, decent enough timing I must say. Absolutely not planned at all.

It may be an older story, but I can assure you, it is well worth checking out. And I’m not just saying that because both of the authors are dear friends of mine. No, this fic is truly amazing. It’s my personal barometer of quality for ‘crack treated seriously’ fics, because that’s exactly what it is. It’s the most cracky premise you could ever think of - aliens made them do it - and yet… yet…

It’s so soft. And tender. The emotions are strong and real. Every now and then, the crack pokes through, but it never feels like mood whiplash. You might not think you could get that much emotional mileage out of a premise like this, but somehow, it manages - and then some. The love scene is almost unbearably beautiful, especially for a fic about being abducted by aliens who just wanna watch the characters fuck, lol.

The ending is perfect. A sublime, hilarious, “well, that happened” cap on a fic full of tender emotions and cracky comedy that makes me laugh (and sigh dreamily) every time I reread it.

Truly magical.

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Next week’s rec: Hmm… You know what I’ve been reading a lot of lately? Steddie. And I just added a couple more fabulous fics to my bookmarks. How about one of those? I’ve been trying to keep the recs a bit diverse in terms of ships, but that’ll only last so long, lol. Plus, I really like what I’ve been reading.

Until next time!

#fic rec friday #cherik #abduction seduction #writer: turtletotem #writer: luninosity #crack fic #crack treated seriously #aliens made them do it

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skyland2703 · 2 years

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um, kink ask #58 for Andros and Zhane please?

58= mind control/aliens made them do it

The aliens whose spaceship they were on, seemed friendly enough. Sure, they had two heads, and the two heads constantly argued with each other to the point where anyone with a single head would be staring at them wondering what was wrong with them, but that was the way with these Fomorerians.

Andros and Zhane had seen weirder.

They hadn’t heard weirder, though, because when they talked to each other in their native language, it sounded like OMFG’s Hello EDM beats, crossed with TheFatRat ones when they were not being mad at each other. It had been Carlos who had introduced them to EDM, and even though earlier on the two of them hadn’t known, the words seemed normal enough for any alien species, but now they had heard it, they couldn’t unhear it.

They were snickering on this inside joke, even when the aliens pointed them to a bed and ordered them to do it. Sure, Andros and Zhane were together, they had been kissing when the aliens had picked them up, but making them do it on an alien spaceship, in front of aliens who apparently had a voyeurism kink in the name of scientific experiments hadn’t been on their year’s bingo card.

It was still kinda hilarious, even though Andros blushed and almost turned into a puddle when Zhane sucked him off, while the EDM aliens made weird noises and scribbled things into whatever sort of parchment paper that was. Zhane was a bit more kinky, even winking at the aliens, who apparently giggled excitedly when he did, as he took Andros from behind. His thrusts were long, and slow, as if he was enjoying himself, while androstenedione squirmed and moaned under him, shaking and whimpering, when his hand reached around to stroke his cock. The aliens didn’t understand what was going on, exactly, because they showed Andros and Zhane pictures of human genitals and wondered why both of them had the same ones, and Zhane laughed, with a “let me explain” and turned Andros around, so that he was lying flat on his back, and now Zhane was the one riding him.

“See, humans can manoeuvre it,” he said, smugly, “so it goes both ways” like a know-it-all, while the two headed aliens in their science class, looked on, surprised.

A/N: In case anyone wonders, this is how the aliens sounded

#This was surprisingly hilarious to do #Andros #Zhane #KO-35 #Kink prompts #not sfw #aliens made them do it #18+#power rangers in space #power rangers

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beatleskinkmeme · 2 years

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In honor of the anniversary of John seeing a UFO I'd like to request a good ol' Aliens Made Them Do It. It's the 70s, John and Paul get abducted somehow and naturally the aliens are very interested in studying those two...

#prompts #aliens made them do it #mclennon #john and paul #john #paul #1970s

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silvermillenniumqueenneptune · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Picard Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Agnes Jurati/Cristóbal Rios Characters: Agnes Jurati, Cristóbal Rios, Original Alien Character(s) Additional Tags: Aliens Made Them Do It, kinktober 2023, Archive of Our Own Haven For Writers Readers and Fans Facebook Challenges, Ex Sex, Orions, Alcohol, Curiosity Series: Part 5 of My Multifandom 'tober-fest 2023! Summary:

When Captain Cris Rios and Dr. Agnes Jurati find themselves on the Orion homeworld, they end up the guests of a group curious about human intimacy and sexuality. The Orions force an encounter that lead Cris and Agnes to rediscover their intimate connection.

#star trek: picard #kinktober2023 #aliens made them do it #ex sex #archive of our own #archive of our own haven for writers readers and fans

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kizzer55555 · 20 days

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DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game

Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter.

Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.

The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge.

And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).

And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game.

Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.

(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).

After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely).

Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.

#DPxDC #dcxdp #Danny makes a card game to save the world.#Technically he worded the ritual so that they had to ‘beat’ him as those are the most powerful barriers and most reliable.#keys can just get lost or stolen (like the one to Pariah’s Coffin)#A riddle would be useless once someone figured out the answer. Like how no one takes the sphynx seriously anymore.#(Sorry Tuck. But it’s true).#And there is NO WAY Danny is just leaving a hole open for anyone to pass through. No thank you!#So…beating him. But it’s not like Danny wanted to fight so…he edited the ritual a TINY bit. Card games are good. Much less painful too.#Danny Tucker and Sam made the most complicated card game they could imagine.#It’s based on their strategies for fighting ghosts. Capturing them in thermoses. And MUCH based on a on field battle strategy.#It often requires spontaneous thinking on the spot. So Danny? In his ELEMNT. It doubles as practice for his actual ghost battles too.#They had SO much fun making this.#Sam added an entire series of plant cards that act as traps and healing ointments and duds that just take up the field.#Tucker added legitimate hyroglyphics combined with Latin as well as English and ghost speak.#Yes. You actually have to speak that language to play. With proper pronunciation. (Amity Parker’s think the three are talking gibberish.)#I headcanon Sam and Tucker are fluent in Ghost.#Constantine WILL figure this game out SO HELP HIM!#Some of the cards also have combinations related to constellations either in name or placement on the board.#By the way the board is based on a Hexagonal summoning circle with Rhunes along the edges #And the placement of the cards on the board and on what rhune MATTERS.#Also the cards move disintegrate and have certain abilities. Think of Harry Potter Wizard Chess.#But they are normal when Danny plays at school. This is just for ✨effect✨ Against invaders.#Danny faces multiple opponents. He also halts alien invasions.#While Danny COULD stop crime on earth he’s not sure how to fight a normal human and hold back so he sticks to ghosts.#The Justice league are going crazy trying to figure out who this entity is and after deep research are convinced this is some sort of #Ancient being who has protected earth for millenia. They have paintings on ruins and everything.#Danny is not aware they think this.#Raven starts praying to Danny as if he is a god and wrangles the other Teen Titans into doing so as well. Danny is still unaware of this.#Danny is not a King or an ancient. Just a very VERY strong ghost.

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puppetmaster13u · 5 months

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Prompt 84

Amity Park absolutely adores her little ghostling, her little Gatekeeper who was of her own ectoplasm, reborn from her own blood in the center of her new heart. She absolutely adores her baby, practically a newborn, being only a year dead!

So of course she had to gush and boast about her little phantom to the other city spirits! They all got together to gossip sometimes after all. And both Smallville and Fawcett started to gush about their own little ones back!

Gosh they should set up a playdate at some point, her little phantom could use some friends in the mortal realm. Well some more friends, three is obviously not enough. Oh, Gotham and Bludhaven have come over as well! It’s a playdate then!

Now if only each of their world’s timelines were synced up, but at least everyone is around the same age!

#dcxdp #dpxdc #City Children Au #Prompts #Each city is from a different timeline lol #Bruce is an angy 16 year old vigilante and was Not prepared to be the oldest #Dick hasn't told them his birthday #and isn't revealing he's older than this Bruce by a few months #Clark is just happy to make friends and he brought pie! his ma and him made it!#Dick is wheezing at these itty bitty versions of Bruce and Clark- this is great and hilarious and oh god he has to protect them #Billy is chanting to do it whenever someone has a Bad Idea- He's just become the Champion of Magic & the gods encourage it #Danny is delighted to have more friends and he's not the oldest Or the youngest so yay!#they're having fun #lots of fun in all their timelines and in the realms too #if they get in trouble they call their city-parents #“Alfred says I'm a polite young man. He also says that if someone tries to grab me to use my teeth”#“Sounds about right” “Mood” “Biting is always good” “But what about diseases??”#“Hey Danny you like alien stuff right- do you think you can help me and the others translate this it came from the ship i was on”#“Omg Billy you should teach us mortal magic and we can teach you are stuff”#Dick: I don't wanna be the responsible one so I'm going to encourage them all to be Worse :)#At some point the squad is going to end up in some other timeline and confuse the fuck out of the JL lol #dick grayson #danny fenton #billy batson #clark kent #bruce wayne

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furiouskettle · 1 year

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noodlin around w making the aliens more alien-y.... but i love the charm of them bein people in makeup so im tryin to see how much i can tweak it without losing resemblance to the actors

#kiwidoodles #ds9 #star trek #deep space 9 #garak #jadzia dax #trill #cardassian #i think i made jadzia too noodly #havent decided on what to do w her for sure yet #i have NO idea what to do w bajorans but i think maybe the initial Very Subtle tweaks i did the few times i drew kira are just fine #but itd also be funny to make them More Alien and then have to tweak odo #to match the bajorans more

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glimmerglanger · 2 years

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upon the sun (kiss bingo fill)

Morning! I wanted to try to get in one more @codywankissbingo fill before the event ends and thought what better to try than a "first kiss" fill and then I thought, "What's the potentially most awkward place to try to kiss for a first kiss?" and thus this idea was born.

This is an AU during the war with Lady!Obi-Wan and (to current appearances) Lady!Cody. It's part of a much larger au I'm working on but alas I'm unsure when I'll finish the whole thing.

Warnings for drugging by aliens and spicy touching while in said drugged state (to be clear, they're both drugged), stopped before it goes very far at all.

Story and bingo card below:

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Usually, getting drawn into celebrations by a planet’s native inhabitants just resulted in a headache.

Cody suspected, somewhere deep down, this particular event would end the same way. She simply failed to bring herself to care.

She’d tried to, at first, but then the very grateful natives - some kind of reptilian race with a name that had too many ‘tch’ sounds and not enough vowels in it for Cody to pronounce, though Obi-Wan spoke like a native - had pressed a cup full of something into her hand and insisted she drink and…

All her worries had gotten a little further away after that, harder to reach. Which had been for the best, really, once she realized that the locals were having some kind of celebration with a very specific dress code and wanted them to join in.

Cody had hesitated about taking off her armor and peeling down her blacks, at first, and then Obi-Wan had walked past, bare-chested, and--

Cody’d never seen her General’s bare skin before. Not so much of it, anyway. Kriff, Obi-Wan wore gloves most of the time, revealing only a sliver of her neck and her face. Looking over and seeing nothing but skin all the way down to her waist - the hem of her kriffing leggings - did something to Cody’s head.

Obi-Wan had freckles over her shoulders and down her spine. And over her breasts. And her breasts were so full and soft, nipples pink and stiffening in the chilly air of the planet. Cody took another deep drink of the liquid in the cup, not thinking, and agreed to remove her armor.

She lost track of Obi-Wan briefly after that. The locals insisted on pulling Cody and some of the other troopers off to one side, showing them… a series of what turned out to be paints. Apparently, they decorated their scales during the celebrations and were eager to share the process.

Cody indulged for a little; it felt right to paint some suns here and there across her skin, and then the locals started tugging them along again.

They ended up shown to a spiral of…what appeared to be pillows and rugs, spread out throughout a huge clearing. The locals chattered something at Cody - they sounded happy, anyway - and gestured around.

She nodded back, said, “Thank you,” and wandered off. Plenty of the rugs already had occupants, both troopers and the locals and--

Cody’s body thrummed when she spotted the shine of evening sun off copper-tinted hair. She made her way over and around pillows and bodies, to her General, sprawled out on a rug close to the tree line and--

Gorgeous.

She had an arm thrown over a huge, cylindrical pillow, propping her up and arching her back and--she’d gotten into paint, too, apparently. There were designs in bright, vivid blue and gold across her shoulders and spilling down her chest, onto the soft swell of her breasts.

Including a sunburst, perfectly formed, high on the swell of her left breast.

Cody sat down beside her without thinking, gut all hot and warm and bubbly. “Having a nice evening?” Obi-Wan asked her, and Cody lifted her eyes away from the sun, and managed to reply after clearing her throat twice.

Cody spilled information about the troops, automatically, as she sank against a plush pillow. She’d made it halfway through a decent sitrep when one of the locals came by again and refilled her cup.

Cody drank deeply; she felt parched, thirsty for something beyond the warm liquid in the cup, staring at Obi-Wan as she spoke with their host, her face tilted up, glowing in the setting sun, the column of her throat long and perfect, shoulders strong and solid, and--breasts moving freely when she laughed at something.

Cody swallowed, hard, burning up with heat inside, noting it only distantly when the local moved away, down to the next person in the line.

“Well,” Obi-Wan started, tossing her hair over her shoulder, looking back towards Cody, “they seem very friendly.” She reached out, eyes soft and warm, not exactly focused, and trailed her fingers over Cody’s brow.

“Very friendly,” Cody agreed, shivering all over at the touch of Obi-Wan’s callused fingertips. She wanted to lean closer and could not, abruptly, recall why she shouldn’t.

Obi-Wan seemed not to mind, shifting more onto her back, accommodating the closeness, fingers trailing past Cody’s ear, over the buzzed strands of her hair; she’d never liked it long. “It occurs to me,” Obi-Wan murmured, hair a beacon across the green pillow below her, “that I’d like to be friendlier with you, Commander.”

“Yeah?” Cody asked, the world around still existing, surely, but getting further away by the moment as her gaze slid down again, drawn intently to the sunburst-- “I like being friendly.”

“Good,” Obi-Wan hummed, scratching her nails, just lightly, over the nape of Cody’s neck, which felt amazing and welcoming, and-- “Oh!”

Cody hadn’t been thinking. If she’d been thinking, she certainly wouldn’t have brought a hand up, terribly bold, to cup one of Obi-Wan’s breasts - kriff, her skin was even softer than Cody had imagined - and she wouldn’t have ducked her head, and she certainly wouldn’t have brushed a kiss to the curve of skin, right over the golden sun Obi-Wan had painted--

Obi-Wan gasped, ribs expanding, pushing her breast against Cody’s palm; Cody reflexively squeezed - small gods, she was so soft here - and pressed another kiss to the divinely soft skin, jaw aching, heat and wetness between her thighs and--

“Cody,” Obi-Wan gasped out, and Cody hummed, shifting up, considering that she’d have a better angle of attack to touch and kiss if she were, for example, between Obi-Wan’s thighs instead of stretched out beside her and--

And hands - not Obi-Wan’s hands - grabbing at her shoulder and pulling, had her lifting her mouth away, breathing ragged and open-mouthed as Obi-Wan stared into her eyes. Cody blinked, vaguely aware of…Crys, yes, it was Crys, saying, “Commander, are you listening?”

“No?” Cody hazarded, gaze slipping down, hungry--

Crys made an indignant sound, but that was hard to care about with Obi-Wan tugging on the back of her neck, beckoning her down and close--

Cody made a protesting noise when people grabbed her, dragging her bodily up and away, and she started to shove at them when someone - also Crys - slugged her across the jaw.

The pain brought a rush of clarity into Cody’s head and she blinked, spitting, “What the kriff?”

“They put something in the mead, sir!” Crys said, her voice shaking. “But a few of us didn’t like it so we didn’t drink any. And they’re trying to round us up. Taking us somewhere! We don’t think they’re up to any good.”

“It certainly sounds like they’re not,” Obi-Wan said, and Cody leaned around Crys to look as she rose to her feet, tossing her hair over her shoulder and reaching for the saber at her belt. She looked…flushed, cheeks and throat reddened, some of the color spreading down her breasts--

“I shall go and find out what’s going on directly,” Obi-Wan said, though her eyes looked just as glazed as Cody felt.

“Don’t go,” Cody said, and Obi-Wan met her gaze for a moment, heat there before Obi-Wan groaned and looked decisively away.

“Oh, darling,” she said, “it’s really for the best that I do. Perhaps let’s hope for both our sakes we don’t recall any of this in the morning.” Cody watched her go - kriffing hoping the memories of how her skin felt never faded away - and then shook herself, focused on Crys, and said, “Tell me what else is going on. And hit me again, if I lose focus.”

#codywankissbingo2022 #codywan #first kiss #SORRY CODY #aliens made them do it #kinda?#in a way #second base level spice #i have ideas for both blowing a kiss and spiderman kiss but just don't know if i'll have time to finish them before the end #we'll see i guess #dubcon due to drugged alien mead

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