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Fic: Distractions (Mystique/Sabretooth, Mystique/Destiny, Comicverse)
Title: Distractions
Author:
willowaus
Characters/Pairing: Mystique/Sabretooth, implied Mystique/Destiny
Verse: 616 comicverse, present X-Men with Creed and Raven on the same team
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 338
Summary: Distractions only last for so long...
A/N: Much thanks to
sionnain for the beta.
This is anything but love. She doubts it could even be considered lust. No, all they are doing is satisfying primal urges that have been screaming for release. His nails slice into her skin, streaks of blood sliding down her back, across her chest and she reciprocates in kind, enjoying the sound of his guttural growl.
This is nothing like sex with Irene. That was always slow and giving, kind. Mystique shakes her head, pushing those thoughts away, focusing on her present...companion. That thought almost makes her laugh, instead she tries to cover up a sob. From the pleased look on his face, she knows Creed believes he is the cause.
This is feral, allowing her to exorcise demons she doesn’t even know she has from deep within. His teeth clamp down on her shoulder and he is tearing flesh. Mystique cannot help but cry in agony. The pain is delicious, hot, and flashes over her in a searing blast of white. Irene’s touch would have been soft, barely noticeable, fingers drifting slowly over her skin, teeth never marring flesh.
Mystique clenches her legs around his waist, locking her ankles and forcing him to change his angle, making each thrust painful, like he was is tearing her in two. She cannot think of anything but the pain slicing into her and she loves it, hands clenching his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh. His blood is mixing with hers on the sheets and she knows he is nearing climax.
She doesn’t want it to end, doesn’t want time to think, to miss. To yearn. He’s done in a matter of seconds, spilling his insufferable seedinside of her before collapsing, pressing her firmly against the mattress. She knows he thinks he has her trapped. She easily pushes him off, waving him out of her room.
He mutters something asinine but she barely notices. She reclines back on the bloodied sheets as he departs, leaving her alone with her own demons. Irene's voice is louder than ever inside her head.
Author:
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Characters/Pairing: Mystique/Sabretooth, implied Mystique/Destiny
Verse: 616 comicverse, present X-Men with Creed and Raven on the same team
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 338
Summary: Distractions only last for so long...
A/N: Much thanks to
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This is anything but love. She doubts it could even be considered lust. No, all they are doing is satisfying primal urges that have been screaming for release. His nails slice into her skin, streaks of blood sliding down her back, across her chest and she reciprocates in kind, enjoying the sound of his guttural growl.
This is nothing like sex with Irene. That was always slow and giving, kind. Mystique shakes her head, pushing those thoughts away, focusing on her present...companion. That thought almost makes her laugh, instead she tries to cover up a sob. From the pleased look on his face, she knows Creed believes he is the cause.
This is feral, allowing her to exorcise demons she doesn’t even know she has from deep within. His teeth clamp down on her shoulder and he is tearing flesh. Mystique cannot help but cry in agony. The pain is delicious, hot, and flashes over her in a searing blast of white. Irene’s touch would have been soft, barely noticeable, fingers drifting slowly over her skin, teeth never marring flesh.
Mystique clenches her legs around his waist, locking her ankles and forcing him to change his angle, making each thrust painful, like he was is tearing her in two. She cannot think of anything but the pain slicing into her and she loves it, hands clenching his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh. His blood is mixing with hers on the sheets and she knows he is nearing climax.
She doesn’t want it to end, doesn’t want time to think, to miss. To yearn. He’s done in a matter of seconds, spilling his insufferable seedinside of her before collapsing, pressing her firmly against the mattress. She knows he thinks he has her trapped. She easily pushes him off, waving him out of her room.
He mutters something asinine but she barely notices. She reclines back on the bloodied sheets as he departs, leaving her alone with her own demons. Irene's voice is louder than ever inside her head.
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I don't care one way or another about Mystique, honestly. NEVER connected with the character. I find Sabretooth utterly reprehensible, and if they whitewash his rehiabilitation I WILL BE PISSED OFF.
err.
anyway.
So, I like reading fic about these characters. How, after all, will I come to appreciate them and care about them, unless I read good stories about them?
I like this; it gives insight into Mystique and her psoobile feelings and motivations without, and this is important, going all soft and fluffy.
I like it, thank you.
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And thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed. :)
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You're fic is awesome, and you are awesome. Mind if I add you?
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And go ahead. :)
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I can totally buy Mystique/Sabertooth like this. :) I love how everything Mystique does nowadays is always in some way about Destiny.
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And thank you. :)