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The Fluffy Smut Meme

Smut can be fun to play, but a lot of times, you want something more. You want to play the connections between people, not just the "wham bam thank you m'am" aspect. Foreplay is fun, and relationships even more so. When feelings are involved, sex can be taken to a completely new level.

This meme is for people who want a little love in their smut or something tooth-rottingly cute to play.

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Prompts
1. First Time: Finally, you guys are taking the next step. You're bringing intimacy into the relationship. Hopefully, things will go well...

2. Celebration: Whether it's Valentine's Day or a birthday, today's a special day. Is there a better way to celebrate than being together?

3. Spontaneous: Maybe you're both in the kitchen, or perhaps at a friend's house for a party. Whatever the case is, you can't keep your hands off each other. You need it now.

4. Romantic Date: Isn't it nice to do something together? Question is, though, will you use the darkness of the movie theater or the space under the table to your advantage? If you can wait, there's always the bed later on.

5. Love Confession: You've just told that special person how you feel. Now, you're going to show them.

6. Trying Something New: Once your comfortable with a person, you may fall into too much of a rut. Luckily, there are many ways to spice up your love life...and not all of them involve handcuffs! Just a few of the more fun ones.

7. Reverse: The person who usually tops or instigates the contact can get a break. Today, the submissive is the dominant, because there's a degree of trust here.

8. All About You: You're going to treat the person you love to the ultimate pampering. Roses, champagne, good food- and, of course, good sex.

9. Honeymoon: You've tied the knot. It's time to consummate the relationship, even if you already have before. No judgement here; the honeymoon's a clean slate.

10. Making a Baby: Your biological clock is ticking, and you want to bring new life into the world with the person you love. The time's right, the person's right, now all you need to do is let nature take its course.

11. Fail Sex: When you've been together long enough, your special moments are bound to go wrong once in a while. Oh, well. At least this person cares for you enough not to laugh...a lot.

12. For the Last Time: What's fluff without a little angst? It's like peanut butter and jelly and goes together perfectly. The two of you are about to be separated, maybe for a long while or maybe even forever.

13. For the First Time in a While: You've been apart for what seems like ages, and now you're back together. That means you can make up for all the lost time and show your sweetheart that you still care, no matter what.

14. Making You Feel Better: So, your significance other is having a bad day, is sick, is jealous, or something else. Time to make them feel loved!

15. I'm Sorry: There was a fight. Who knows what it was over; you don't even remember? But now you feel bad, and want to patch things up.

16. Goofing Off: Not all sex has to be super serious, man. Play around, eat food in bed, watch your favorite TV show while doing the deed, whatever. Just have fun! #yolo

17. Choose Your Own Adventure

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"Actually, that statement is inaccurate," he began, now only pretending to be busy with the microscope and sample. The samples were all well under way and all that was left to do was wait the requisite time.

"Of all the charted class M planets, no two are even remotely alike, therefore seeing one is not the same as having seen them all," however, he had a feeling this was Jim's way of saying that he'd decided the planet was less interesting than the ship, or at least, this particular part of the ship, with him in it. There was no room for doubt as he commented on the view.

There was a solitary eyebrow raised in response to Jim's obvious, blunt flirtation. He might have made a comment about how his creativity left something to be desired, but there was no arguing with the welcome touch. He slipped his hand into Kirk's, hands aligned, palms and fingertips pressing briefly in what Jim now knew constituted the Vulcan version of a kiss before he linked fingers with the human and turned in his seat, his empty lap an invitation.

Jim rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly at Spock's way of taking things so literally, as he was always apt to do. Sometimes, he just had to make his flirtations blunt and obvious so the Vulcan would get it through his thick skull that he was, in fact, flirting with him. For a while, Jim's more subtle charms and hints had been lost on his Vulcan friend, but the good captain had proved to be up for the challenge.

His expression softened when their hands pressed together briefly in that Vulcan kiss. He'd learned much of Vulcan rituals and shows of affection, just as he figured Spock was getting used to affection in the very physical forms it came in for humans. Compromise, give and take - it was all fine with Jim, and he hadn't wanted for his bed to be filled with mindless females. He had no desire for that sort of thing, not anymore.

Jim grinned crookedly, trying not to be too eager when he moved to ease a leg over, straddling Spock's lap on that slightly protesting chair. "Alright, fine - maybe I just missed you that much. Happy?" he murmured, settling a hand on Spock's cheek before leaning in for his version of a kiss.

"I am satisfied, yes," Spock modified Kirk's question. As Kirk moved into his lap, his hands moved over his thighs, helping him to keep balance and silently thrilling in the sensation of his body, even if there is the unfortunate truth of the uniform separating them.

He leans in to the kiss, one hand coming up to catch Kirk's, curling at his wrist and seeking to link fingers, stroke his palm, kissing in both ways at once. He could not, however, resist pulling back for a moment to murmur against Jim's full lips, "I should remind you, the laboratory is not meant for these activities..."

Not that its stopping Spock, mind you.

Jim can't help but grin against Spock's lips, not-so-secretly pleased with their predicament. Who would've thought, him and a Vulcan? Well, half- Vulcan, but still. Friends to lovers, it seemed like the most natural progression, strengthening their bond. And there was definitely something to be said about a mind meld, even if ordinary sex was thrilling in its own right. For the moment, anyway, Jim is happy to kiss his lover, both with lips and hands, easily coaxing his body into even more apparent interest.

"You worry too much," Jim reassures Spock, at the mention of their inappropriate make-out location. He cannot help but tease, just as he's teasing Spock by sucking on his bottom lip, nipping lightly. "No one else is gonna come in here. Everyone is too busy with the exploration of that boring little planet. Who else would want to process more samples but you?" Oh, there was still the risk of someone walking in. God willing, Bones wouldn't choose that moment to decide he needed to do something medically related. Truth be told, there was something rather exciting about the chance of being discovered, anyway.

"There is still a possibility that someone could-" but he was cut off in what he was saying by Kirk's kiss, biting and sucking at his bottom lip, teasing him and eliciting a little groan that he would undoubtedly deny later if Kirk commented on how quickly he became affected by this.

He pulled back, and finished his sentence, "...someone could still come in..." and yet he still wasn't putting a stop to this. He did not know why, but it almost seemed as though the fact that they were in a somewhat public place actually made this better.

"...and the planet is not boring," he can't help but add as his hands smooth over Kirk's strong thighs and come around to cup his ass, using his grip to pull him close, pull their bodies tight together so that he can feel just how much Kirk is enjoying this.

God, hearing even a little groan form the Vulcan does wonderfully sinful things to him, and definitely encourages him on to hopefully eliciting even more sounds. But really, talking isn't all that necessary, right? Jim grins against Spock's lips, pulling away only briefly to cup his hands gently about those pointy ears, then arch his brow at him.

"Fine, its not completely boring, I'll give it that," he gives in. "But this is a hell of a lot less boring, Spock - especially because someone could walk in. That's half the fun, wouldn't you say?"

Oh yes, he decides that he definitely needed this, as strong, familiar hands pull him closer, and there's no stopping the slightly muffled groan from escaping his own lips. Enough talk. He slips his tongue into Spock's mouth to explore further, effectively deepening the kiss, while his hips begin the inevitable rocking motion against his lover's. There's too much clothing and not nearly enough friction, of course, and that can only be tolerated for so long.

Spock knows that Jim is aware of what exactly it does to him when he touches his ears like that, and it is almost certainly why he does it. He does not know what has come over him, really, why he is going against his better judgment in this, but he is. He's not so much in the mood to argue semantics anymore. In fact, he is suddenly of the opinion that there is far too much talking going on.

"You talk too much," he breathes and catches Kirk's mouth with his own and lets him in, lips parted and receptive, and anything but passive. His hands move to guide him as he moves his hips, but all too soon he grows impatient and he's tugging Kirk's uniform shirt up his torso so that he can touch bare skin.

Soon, the chair will be an insufficient location. Ideally a soft surface would be best, but Spock isn't entirely sure they can make it further than the floor.

Jim is quite fond of Spock's ears, and he couldn't help it, really he couldn't. The touch certainly seems to help convince the Vulcan that their lips could definitely be put to better use, and he chuckles a little at Spock's comment. But the chuckle is quickly swallowed up by those lips, and he's thoroughly engrossed in kissing once more.

He hums appreciatively when he feels hands on his skin, and he is only too happy to encourage the removal of barriers between their skin. He breaks the kiss only briefly enough to pull his uniform shirt, and then the black shirt underneath, up over his head, tossing it aside carelessly, and revealing his toned torso.

And while a soft surface would be a lot better, and leave them without those sort of aches and pains, Jim simply just wants Spock too much to entertain the notion of retiring to one of their quarters. "C'mere," he breathes, pulling Spock down onto the floor, and trying to yank his uniform shirt off, too, in the process. It's not done all that gracefully, but he could really care less.

Spock is not certain why Jim is laughing. It happens with some frequency, Jim laughing and Spock being uncertain as to why, but he does not let it bother him as much now as in the past because he's more accustomed to Jim's easy laughter and assumes it's an indication of his enjoyment in these activities. Regardless, it doesn't last long before he's silenced Jim once again with the kiss.

Spock doesn't want Jim to pull away, but recognizes that he's doing so in order to strip off his shirts. In the brief time before he comes back to the kiss, Spock's attention drifts down his torso, his hands following his gaze.

Spock doesn't argue when Jim pulls him down to the floor, pausing before he moves over him to peel the shirts off over his head, both together to save time, and uncharacteristically let them fall in a mess to the floor before he moves down over Jim, leaning to kiss him but still just unable to keep his hands off of him, one hand going down to his waist to undo the button of his trousers.

For all the little things about humans and humanity that Spock is still learning, he's gotten this down pretty well. They might as well be hormone-driven teenagers, making out in a public place where they know they really shouldn't be conducting such activities. But Jim is more than just a little aroused now, and he's had this, had Spock, on his mind since before he entered the lab - no, before he went looking for him. Hell, being planet-side hadn't held much thrall for him, not when he had something like this in mind.

The floor is hard and cool against his bare back, but he could really care less. Their kisses are also quickly becoming mess and incredibly heated, but that only excites him and spurns him on all the more. He only too eager to start slightly clumsier work on Spock's trousers, too, wanting to get them undone, then just enough out of the way to make things easier. He groans at his ineffective ability to do this quickly, but eventually, he just pushes Spock's trousers, and undergarments down his hips, so he can help work his own clothing off the rest of the way, too.

"Ahhh, fuck, Spock," he breathes in a partially frustrated moan against his lover's lips.

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Jim's impatience is endearing. Really, for someone like Jim who had significant rumored experience, the fact that he was still so clumsy in his efforts at undressing another person were astounding. How had he managed in the past?

Those, however, were questions for later, because right now his attention was completely focused on the brush of Jim's hands against his skin, knuckles grazing his belly as he shoves his trousers down. He's hard already, but Kirk knew that, had felt the solid presence of his erection through his trousers rather than the way he feels almost sexless when he's not aroused, when it's sheathed inside his body.

Just like the proverbial teenagers they're acting like, Spock isn't wasting any time. Ideally, the location would be better, ideally, their clothes would be fully off, but there is something inexplicable about the rush and spontaneity of this that's thrilling. He's moving to help Kirk out of his pants, holding himself up over Jim with one arm while the other urged them down his hips. As he moved, shifting to give him room to kick them off, his cock occasionally pressed against his belly, hot and damp where it came into contact with him.

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Jim had plenty of experience, thank you very much, but he still got rather excited, especially in a situation like this, where they were doing it somewhere they really shouldn't. That and, well, the floor is not exactly as comfortable as a bed, and he has lots of experience in beds. Also, it's Spock, and Jim has never had a lover quite like him before.

And yes, feeling Spock's quite hard erection had only spurned him on that much more. He was pretty fascinated by Vulcan anatomy after it had been explained, and then showed to him. After all, he'd had various alien lovers before, but never a Vulcan, and certainly not a Vulcan male. He was actually pretty envious at first, but the sad thing about Kirk was that he was prone to becoming more easily aroused than Spock was, and his penis wasn't likely to be sheathed on a permanent daily basis.

Once they're both blissfully naked, he pulls Spock back down to him, and groans against his lips when there's all skin on glorious skin. Their erections brush, and that just sends him rutting and grinding his hips against Spock's that much more. It's all hot heat, sweaty, but already made slick from the Vulcan's natural lubrication, something that always made spontaneous sex quite... fun.

"I'm really not gonna last long at this rate," he huffed between pants.

"You must learn self-control," Spock breathes against Jim's lips.

That's not something he would mind teaching him, if he's honest. He can only imagine how resistant Jim would likely be, perhaps requiring correction, but the outcome would be a considerable gain in stamina that Spock is certain they could put to use. He bites at Jim's full lower lip as he shifts his hips with the motion of Jim's body, rocking against him and beginning to move so that he comes into position against him, the damp heat of his cock pressing not against Jim's erection, but slipping between his legs. Spock reaches down for one of Jim's legs, urging it up against his hip, encouraging him into a more receptive position as the head brushes past his entrance.

He shifts his hips forwards then, pressing into him and pulling from the kiss for a moment to focus, a hand coming up to brace himself, fingers curling around Kirk's shoulder.

"Self-control my ass," he had grumbled, half-smiling a bit. "You like me like this." But their lovemaking sessions weren't always so impromptu, and hurried. Sometimes, there was definitely something to be said about taking it slow, and all that buildup made for a pretty intense orgasm. And then there was the mind melds, which was not something he had gotten from past lovers, and certainly made this affair stand out more than the rest. The literal connection was astounding, and not something he had ever experienced before. Going back seemed fairly impossible for him now, even if he didn't admit it aloud much. He would be more than happy to learn even more from Spock, of course.

Right now, however, he's too distracted with the physical. Jim runs his fingers up into Spock's oh-so-perfect hair, effectively ruffling and disheveling it as he hisses a bit when his lower lip is bit. With Spock's hard body rocking against him like that, he knows what's coming, and God, it is definitely what he wants. He moves willingly into place, shifting his hips and legs up to make it easier for them both. Still, nothing prepares him for the act itself.

Spock slips inside him all too easily, after that first initial resistance, thanks to all that convenient lubrication. He groans at all that fullness his body has to adjust to, and his eyes momentarily roll back into his head. But he rocks his hips down, trying to take more of his lover's cock inside him, deeper. Forcing himself to focus as much as he can, panting and breathing hard already, Kirk focuses his gaze on Spock's more intense one, his hands getting a good grip on the other's waist, all but digging into his skin.

"You like to think so," Spock responded, but surprisingly, he was joking and it showed in the lightness of his tone. But the truth was that yes, he did like Kirk like this. He liked the spark of spontaneity that Jim brought to his life, how quick he was to wanting. Slow was good too, but slow was his norm, his preference, and there was something thrilling about Jim's headlong rush to be taken. He'd never known how it felt to be so desired.

Spock shivers to feel Jim's hand in his hair, messing it up, fingers so close to brushing his ear and yet not. He exhales against Jim's mouth and turns his head slowly, dragging his lips along his jaw, towards his neck, aware that this is a move that Jim is particularly fond of.

There's a long, low groan that seems for a moment to be akin to a growl as he sinks inside of Kirk. There isn't even a pause before he's moving beneath him, rocking his hips, trying to get more. He's greedy, and Spock's hand curls tight at his shoulder for leverage and he begins to fuck him, deep and slow at first, but quickly building speed, because they need this far too much for slow.

There's really very little that Spock could do to Jim that he wouldn't be fond of. The Vulcan had quickly learned all those little erogenous spots and drove him wild, made him beg, or just made him really, really aroused. Right now, he seems to know just what Jim needs for this impromptu sex session. It's nice to take things slow sometimes, and really enjoy that buildup, but right now, he's feeling entirely greedy as well. He's completely open and vulnerable to his lover like this, which is fine by him, because he needs to be taken rough, hard and fast.

Those first few thrusts filled him up deliciously, impaling him on the familiar girth of his lover deep inside of him. Soon he's groaning and grunting, and it's probably not pretty but it's real, the way this is really affecting him. But Spock knows he needs it fast, and his fingers dig into that skin as he holds on and takes it. The scent of sex permeates the air, combined with the sounds of their lovemaking - flesh slapping against flesh, and the mingled cries and noises they're making. Jim is sure he sees white when Spock repeatedly hits his prostrate, and with the way his cock is also getting some friction between their bodies, it's not likely he's going to last much longer.

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