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This whole thing might sound cringe but hear me out, both Lore and Q having a god complex when they have sex with a human, like:

“Oh god, yes!”

“That’s right. I am your god, only I can make you feel this good. Tiny little human, doing so well for your god.”

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quite need mean!logan to make fun of crybaby!reader as she sobs at how hard he’s fuckin her🙌

this post is 18+, minors dni.

A rough hand squishes your cheeks, squeezing them together and forcing your lips to pucker. There's tear tracks on your face that soak into Logan's fingers as he gently shakes your head back and forth.

"Aw, now what're you crying about?"

His voice is gruff but not mean, amused but not condescending.

"It- it feels," You stammer, choking on your own sobs as your chest heaves, your lungs dragging in every breath they can get while Logan's other hand roughly at your clit, the vibrator he'd lodged in your cunt spasming at nearly its top speed, "It feels so go-od, Logan," You cry, "So good."

His fingers finally release their pressure on your clit, but it's far from over, and he begins rubbing circles against it, not too rough, not too soft, "You look pretty pathetic, you know that? You're pushing your pussy into my hand."

You are. Your hips buck wildly against the vibrator he's holding steady inside of you, and though you'd started feet away from him on the bed, you're practically in his lap now. And maybe that's why the tears come harder now, maybe it's embarrassment or shame or just the way his thumb pushes at your clit, but your chest heaves with a sob and Logan groans.

"Oh, okay, crybaby, I'll stop." He relents, and with his superior strength he lifts you centimeters off of the bed by only his grip on your jaw. He presses a firm, dizzying kiss to your puckered lips and lets you fall back to the mattress, "There, is that better?"

"I want more." Your lip wobbles truly piteously, and Logan groans at the sight of your shiny eyes and wrinkled chin.

"Alright." He stretches himself out over you, settling his knees into place beside your hips so that he can comfortably kiss you, though one of his large hands still remains between your thighs to torture your clit, "Just stop the tears, okay? I'll kiss you as many times as you want."

"More." Is all you tearfully demand, and he complies with a huff of amusement before pressing his mouth to yours again.

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The Other Side (Mirror! Spock)

Description: Y/N ends up in the mirror verse with Kirk, Bones and Uhura but she’s in for a surprise.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,656

Y/N looks around as they beam aboard the ship. Something wasn’t right and that something was Spock. He had a gotye and was wearing a different uniform. She looked down and saw a different uniform on her but that couldn’t be possible. She never changed. This uniform was more revealing. She looked at Bones, Kirk and Nyota to see that they also had on different uniforms. Strange. Spock had walked up to them well her, and stopped.

She stared at him waiting for his words, “Welcome back, Wife.” Wife? She and Spock weren’t married. Sure she had a huge crush on him but she wasn’t sure if the feeling was reciprocated. Before she could say anything he kissed her. Her eyes widened but she slowly kissed him back. The others stared at the two in shock. Spock would never show PDA. They broke from the kiss and she stared at him with wide eyes. The kiss wasn’t bad.

He backed away and greeted the captain leaving her in her head. She touched her lips where the kiss was placed just moments ago from shock. The others left the room so she followed until she was stopped by Spock. “Are you well? Should we go to our quarters?” She didn’t know what to say. “I-I’m well, Husband. Just tired is all.” She said, hoping that he didn’t sense her lie. He nodded, “Very well then. You head to our quarters and I will be there after I discuss something with the Captain.” She nods and heads out the door to find the others. “Y/L/N.” She hears and turns to see Bones. Oh thank god, she thinks.

She runs to him and sees Kirk and Nyota as well. “What is going on?” She questions. “It appears that we are in a different universe. One where you and Spock are married.” “One where we are evil as well.” Y/N looks at her feet. So her and Spock were meant to be? “You have one role and that is to play the part but don’t get too attached. We still have to find our way back to our universe.” Kirk warns her.

Spock’s hands were placed on her hips as they made out in his chair. Her brain was screaming in confusion but it all felt so nice. Spock was never one for PDA or at least it seemed and yet this Spock had taken her on the table and the bridge and now in the cafeteria area. She felt fucked out but it was everything she’s ever wanted. Nobody dared to walk in on them. Not after Spock threatened every single person that had

. She sighed into the kiss as she felt one of his hands move under her skirt. “My my you are gorgeous, my wife.” She moaned softly as his fingers brushed against her clit. “Fuck.” She whispered as he began rubbing it. His hands felt amazing on her, almost as good as his dick. She placed her head in his neck to hide her moans but he pulled her head out of his neck. “None of that. I want everyone to hear how good I’m making you feel.” If she wasn’t on cloud nine right now, she would question his intentions.

She threw her head back and moaned his name which caused him to pin her to the table, “You’re not my wife.” He growled and her eyes widened. He performed a mind meld on her to see who she was and was quite pleased with what he came across. “You are not married to Spock in your universe but you have some pretty naughty thoughts about him.” Her face was red as he exposed her. His hand traveled down her body and cupped her breasts, “I guess I can give you what he hasn’t.” He said and yanked down her panties.

Even though he’s already fucked her 5 different times there was something about her that he enjoyed. Maybe it was the innocence that his wife lacked. She seemed shocked by all the things they do there and what he has done to her. “Have you enjoyed fucking the man of your dreams?” He asked as his fingers toyed with her clit. She nodded and moaned.

He swirled a finger around her hole that was dripping with slick. She was still so wet even though she’s been fucked 5 times today. “You have amazing stamina for a human.” He says as he slides a finger inside of her. “I’ve just always wanted you, Spock.” She whines and oh she was so needy. Needy for him. “I shall give to you what he hasn’t.” That was a promise. His finger pumped in and out of her at a fast pace. He watched her face that showed she felt like she was in heaven. Her jaw was dropped and her eyes closed.

Sweet and pretty moans fell from her lips as he finger fucked her. He added another finger and she nearly screamed. It all felt so good and worth it. “Spock, I need your cock please.” She begged and he almost smirked. “Patience, wife.” He told her and curled his fingers to hit her sweet spot. She screamed and whined so much that he had to place his other hand over her mouth. “You my dear are incredible, so beautiful.” He tells her as he kisses her neck. Her pussy began clinching on his fingers and he could tell she was close.

Her hands gripped the table with all her might and she screamed into his hand as she came all over his fingers. He let her ride out her orgasm before removing his fingers. He looked at his fingers that were covered in her slick. “You cum a lot harder than she does.” Y/N was too dazed to focus on that comment. He placed his fingers on her lips and she opened her mouth. She sucked the slick off his fingers and he moaned at the feeling.

His dick was hard against his pants. He removed his fingers from her mouth and undid his pants. She looked at him with parted lips and pupils blown. His dick sprung up against his stomach tummy. She looked down at his dick and sighed. It was beautiful and nothing like she had ever seen. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her to the end of the table. “I wanna ride you.” She told him. Her voice is small and needy. He smirked and sat back down in the chair.

She got up off the table and climbed in his lap. His hands instantly grabbed her hips to stable her as she took him inside of her. She let out a big breath at the feeling of him stretching her. He looked up at her as she took him in slowly. “5 times and you have yet to adjust to my size.” He comments. “You're really big.” She tells him and sighs. He wanted to slam her onto him but decided against it. There was something about her that made him want to be good.

Once she was fully sat on him, she placed her hands on his shoulders and began moving. Her eyes closed as she enjoyed the feeling of him. His eyes never leaving her fucked out face. “Fuck, Spock.” She whined. “Your Spock is illogical for not having you like this. Like you deserve.” He said and his hands moved to cup her ass and drag her on his dick. She wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her hand in his neck. Her moans were all he could hear.

He didn’t mind either. Her moans were hot and sexy. “If I could have you all the time. I would.” He said in her ear and she gasped. The words he was saying pushed her closer to the edge. “Fuck I’m close.” She whined and he moved to kiss her already bruised neck. “I need you to cum for me, baby.” He groans as her pussy squeezes him. “Please.” She begged but didn’t know what for.

The chair was squeaking with her thrusts and even though he was afraid it would break, this moment was too good to end. “Spock, I’m so close, baby.” She whined in his ear. He placed his fingers to her head in a mind meld and she nearly screamed at the pleasure.

She was feeling his too and the band snapped and she came all over him with a scream of his name. He followed shortly after with a whimper. She stared at him as she helped him ride out his orgasm. “You’re so beautiful.” He tells her which made her smile. She wished that she could stay with him but the captain would never allow it. 

Y/N kissed him one last time before getting on the transporter. Kirk was trying to get him to be good and no longer evil and he made eye contact with Y/N and said he would consider it. Y/N gave him a small smile before being transported to her universe.

Spock was there but it wasn’t the Spock that just fucked her 6 times. It was her Spock as the other called it. She stepped off the transporter and went to the bridge. She was happy to be back but sad that she didn’t have Spock. Spock came up to her and she looked at him. He stared ahead at the screen.

“It appears that we are married in the mirrorverse.” The Mirrorverse that’s what it was called. She nodded, “Yeah I guess so. I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable.” She said and he looked at her. “It does not.” He tells her and she gives him a small smile. It happened so fast but he leaned in and kissed her. She was too surprised to kiss him back but once they pulled away she smiled. Maybe she did have Spock after all.

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How Human Are You?- Lore x Reader

Summary: Reader flirts with Lore as she wonders just how human he can be

Ten forward was decorated to the nines, looking like there was a major gala or a wedding happening, but really, it was just a big homecoming celebration. Riker, Geordie and some other crew had been away on a mission that most believed to be suicidal, so now they had all returned safety, celebration was in order.

While the celebration was fun and you were glad to see your friends home safe, your eyes couldn’t help but drift to Data’s outcast brother. You’d only caught glimpses of him over the month he’d been here, but now looking at him properly, you became intrigued.

Of course he looked identical to Data, but there was something different about him. Even though they were identical, you found yourself being very attracted to Lore in a way you never were to Data.

It seems your spying was mutual, as Lore caught your gaze many times.

After a couple drinks were in your system, your body felt more heated as you looked at him and you became more confident. The next time his gaze met yours, you made a conscious effort to have your eyes roll across his body, as you bit your lips seductively. You look back into his eyes again, to see them filled with confusion, and then curiosity, as he watched you look to the door, and then back to him, as you left the celebration.

You didn’t have to turn around to know he was following. Though Lore was seen as a big bad evil android, in that moment, he resembled more of a hopeless puppy.

As he left through the doors, he was surprised to find you not in the hall, until he felt you pull him into a small corridor.

“I wondered if you were actually going to follow me.”

Your eyes were filled with suggestions as your hand traveled up his chest and you bit your lip. Lore tried to hide that what you were doing excited him, but he failed miserably.

“W-why did you want me to follow you?”

He tried to sound intimidating, but his stuttering broke that facade.

“I guess I was just wondering.”

Your eyes left his to stare at his chest, as your palm continued stroking along his upper body.

“What?”

Once again he tried to sound cruel, but it only came out as desperate.

Your hand gently journeyed up his chest and slung around the back of his neck, which truly caught his attention.

“Well I was just wondering. I heard you have more emotion then Data, that you’re more human, and I just wonder. How human are you, Lore?”

The hand on the back of his neck pushed him down further until his face was almost touching yours. Your other hand that was once stroking his chest, now ghosted over his embarrassingly growing hardness.

Your touch became more bold and your face inched closer to his, causing him fail to find something witty to say. Eventually, all that came out were gasps as your touches became more confident.

“Have you ever been with a woman before, Lore?”

“N-no-n-no,” he desperately muttered.

He now began to rock into your hand, his forehead against yours and his eyes closed. You couldn’t help but stare at how desperate and needy you were making this powerful android.

“Did you want me to show you just how good I can make you feel, baby?”

Your lips barely ghost over his, and you teasingly dodge every attempt for him to try and kiss you. Normally he would hate being called such a name, or being toyed with like this, but with you, he almost liked it. He wanted you to look after him so badly.

“Pl-please,” he gasped out.

“Good boy,” you smirk as you lean in to finally capture his lips against yours.

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Refill Required

I…have nothing constructive to add to this, so I’ll just say that I hope you enjoy this dirty-talking android villain mans. 😇

Day 12: Coming Dry

SoC prompt list here. SoC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Lore (ST:TNG) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Android sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, coming dry, choking, slapping, rough sex, captor/captive (but they were already an item, so…more like an impromptu, unauthorized vacation?), established relationship, jealousy, degradation kink.

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“How long do you think it’ll take them to fix the sensors and the engines?” The warm lasciviousness of a tongue caressed my neck, punctuating his question with a jab of arousal. “How many members of your pathetic little species do you think it’ll take to find you now that I’ve stolen you away?”

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I’ve seen a lot of posts and comments talking about how they hate when people write Bucky calling reader ‘doll’ and that he’s modern Bucky and that he wouldn’t. I can totally see both sides but I also think it would be cute if one day it just slipped, like he’s filled with such pure innocent joy that he hasn’t felt since his dates in the 40s and it just came out.

Like you’re at a carnival and you’re just laughing and have spent all day having the best time. He goes all out and even wins you a stuffed toy and when he hands it to you, the old pet name slips.

“Just for you, doll”

“Doll?”

He sort of panicked and blushed when he realised.

The thing you’d have to do that I never see written is you gotta put on the best transatlantic accent you can and make fun of him.

“Why, James, that’s just Jim Dandy of you. Fella like you winn’ a prize for a dame like me”

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Imagine Dwayne teasing you for how you react when you see his vampire form for the first time

“Oh you’re not scared at all are you, princess?”

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Star Trek NSFW headcanons

Bones

- More into lovemaking then he is fucking

- Not really that kinky

- Loves when you take care of him outside of the bedroom, for some reason it gets him going

- Rub his shoulders, cook him a meal, scratch his scalp and he’s ready to go

- Doesn’t really dirty talk but he will grunt and swear

- His accent usually comes out more when he’s horny

- Usually a missionary kinda guy, but if he’s tired he loves having you ride him

- Loves being able to touch you, especially loves grabbing your hips

- Doesn’t like super risky sex but has snuck you into the medical bay after hours before

Dukat

- This man is mean!

- Degradation, humiliation, orgasm denial

- Is surprisingly soft with aftercare though

- Pet play, having you kneel in front of him while he looks down at you stroking your hair

- Lots of manhandling

- Usually just likes to fuck and use you, but if he does finger you, he gets kinda condescending

- He acts selfish but he’d never leave you unsatisfied

- Fucking you against different parts of his ship and office and getting himself worked up all over again just standing there thinking about it

Garak

- Definitely likes sneaking around, seeing where the riskiest places are

- But at the same time he is very protective, so he does make sure it is low risk, though you think it might be higher risk

- “I won’t let anyone see or hear you, darling. Your body and sounds are just for me.”

- He likes to work you up in more ways then one

- Whispering things in your ear that anyone looking would think was innocent, but definitely is not

- Purposely designing clothes for you that show off your best assets 😏

- If he’s more dominant he likes to be more teasing then demanding or powerful

- When he’s more comfortable with a partner he loves to be submissive, both taking orders and being cared for

- Loves positions where he can watch your face as he makes you feel so good

Jadzia

- She’s been around a while and has done pretty much everything (thanks to Curzon) so she’s down for whatever you wanna try

- Her favourite is being a soft dom though, especially with an AFAB partner

- Sneaking around but nothing too risky, just seeing if she can get Odo to catch you two making out

- Your pleasure is her pleasure, turns her on to see you feel so good

- Down for all types of sex, whatever mood you’re in

- Her favourite type of sex is rough but passionate

- Takes her time with you and is so soft and slow after something dangerous happens. What’s to kiss and lick every inch of your skin

- Likes teaching you how to fight and handle weapons, she thinks it’s really sexy

Julian

- Medical play and role play 100%

- Trips to Risa together

- Threesomes on Risa together

- “You are just insatiable aren’t you, sweetheart?” “Only for you.”

- Is surprisingly dominant in the bedroom

- AMAZING! With his fingers!

- Praise kink! Both giving and receiving

- His holodeck adventures also ending sexual with you

- He has fucked you on his desk and the med bay beds more then a few times

- Loves looking right into your eyes while he eats you out

- This man can and will eye-fuck you across the room like no one’s business!

- Bending over in front of him while he’s working to tease him so he has to stay professional, and it gets him so worked up

- Coming into med bay every now and then when you’re both not busy for a ‘check-up’

- “Oh, Doctor Bashir, I feel tingly all over, please help me”

- He sort of loves when medical play is over the top and a little dramatic

Kira

- Pretends to be all tough, but in the bedroom she really likes to be taken care of

- More submissive with a male partner but more dominant with a female one

- Whether she’s submissive or dominant though she does love some praise

- Both giving and receiving praise

- No contact play! She doesn’t want her or her partner being hurt during sex

- She likes heated sex and fucking but she’s not that kinky

- “Gonna make you feel so good, baby”

- Is willing to try kinky things but only with a partner she knows well

- When she’s dominant she’s very soft

- Loves to tease her partner, lots of slow kisses and licks all over their body

- Not super serious in the bedroom, will have a giggle with you

Kirk

- Likes having you on top riding him while he moves your hips

- Has had you ride him on the captains chair before

- Big boobs guys, but honestly just loves grabbing you

- He has to be professional in front of the crew but as soon as you’re back to your room his hands are all over you

- Hand on your thigh under the table

- Likes showing his strength with you, throwing you onto the bed

- Little bit of power play but mainly that he likes when you call him ‘captain’

- After a difficult mission he does love being held and taken care of

- Sometimes sex will stop for a bit just so he can hold you. Cuddling cockwarming

- Showers together where he cleans you (especially your boobs and thighs) very well

- On days when he’s really pent up he’s glad the dresses are so short and your tights are so easy to rip

Spock

- He’s pretty much 100% all about your pleasure

- Just wants to make you feel good

- “What about you?” “Seeing and hearing you in pure ecstasy and bliss is all I could ever wish for. Your pleasure is my pleasure”

- Even though he doesn’t say anything during sex it doesn’t mean he wants you to do the same

- In fact he loves hearing your sounds and the sweet things you say to him, honestly he never wants you to stop talking or moaning when you have sex

- Finds it strange and illogical that human men are not successful in pleasing their women

- Spock is very definite on the fact he will give you multiple orgasms and any less then 3 is a failure in his eyes

Weyoun

- He doesn’t want to seem weak in front of a ‘pathetic human’ but he’s learnt to ask for what he wants

- Didn’t want to admit he was more submissive, but he loves when you teach him and make him feel so good

- Gets surprisingly bashful

- Although he can be more submissive, he pays attention, and learns what makes you tick outside the bedroom

- He likes to tease and see what he can get away with

- When he’s with a partner he’s close with he gets really into body worship

- Sex and human type things are so new to him so he hangs on your every word and gasps and moans at your every touch

- He doesn’t mean to tease you (well maybe) but he can’t help but take him time with you

- Even though he knows the jem’hadar can’t find you sexually attractive, he still gets very possessive with you when you’re around them

Worf

- Likes to be soft with you because he’s scared to hurt you

- Loves when you dominate him

- Gets very possessive around other Klingon’s and will give you heaps of hickies if he knows there’ll be Klingons around

- Loves having you sit on his lap

- Both for possessive reasons and dirty reason

- “You feel what you do to me? Keep you on my lap so you can feel just how badly I want you”

- Is the king of unassuming flirting that gets you really riled up

- Has fucked you on the holo deck or in the empty gym before because he gets too worked up watching you exercise or fight/spar

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If possible can you write something for 7 and 9 with Loki? If not, just 7. No pressure though. Thank you!!! 🩷

Promp: "You can take it" AND "You take me so well"

Rating: R (Jotun!Loki)

Promp Series: HERE

Note: how about i'll do ya one better and do BOTH by combining ;) they sound like they go together anyway Lol

You exhaled a sigh of frustration while you tried to tame your tongue for the seventh time today. It shouldn’t have bothered you, you knew he was only trying to be attentive and somewhat thoughtful.. but at the same time, your defensiveness always made you want to bite first, lick later.

‘’will you stop that.’’

‘’stop what?” Loki asked, his voice genuinely curious without his usual mocking, teasing tone behind it.

The way you stopped abruptly in the snow was followed by a mild feeling like someone was right behind you and you knew he had stopped quick so he wouldn’t bump into you. Spinning around, you were right and found yourself nose to nose with the god of mischief who didn’t hesitate to grin when he saw your face while you instantly had an irritating eye twitch.

‘’stand up straight.’’

‘’yes mother.’’ He chuckled and stood to his full height immediately, causing you to have to raise your chin just so your eyes could keep in contact with him.

‘’this isn’t funny..’’

‘’what are you referring to darling?” there it was.. there’s that teasing tone that matched his grin- how he stared down at you with his arms clasped behind his back like he didn’t know what he was doing.

Liar.

‘’look..’’ you sighed, knowing you were gonna try your best to contain your frustration so your eyes abandoned his a bit to concentrate. ‘’I know you are taller.. faster.. stronger.. a god-‘’

‘’keep going…’’ he said seductively and you felt your nails dig into your palms while you flashed a glare up at your boyfriend.

‘’and I’m a mortal and am a bit more restricted with such things. I know you care and are trying to accommodate- but I feel like they are just reminders like I’m.. I’m.. some weakling next to you-‘’

‘’weakling?” he furrowed his brows in genuine confusion.

‘’I’m basically handicapped compared to you.. you could have made it through this forest by now- Hel, you’re not even wearing a jacket-‘’ you waved a hand at him, seeing how his Asgardian attire seemed sufficient enough to make it through the cold and you weren’t truly sure why it was relevant. ‘’you walk slower because of me. you hold back because of me. you bend your damn knees just to show me some eye contact..’’ you began to pout.

‘’darling,’’ he stared and took your hands in his gently, going to bend down to look at you but paused, quickly standing up and now looking like he didn’t know what to do while his thumbs stroked your skin to try to gain your attention that way. ‘’I’m part Frost Giant, jackets aren’t needed for me- I hold back because I am the more dominant strength and I walk slower because I am taller.’’

‘’that’s the point Loki,’’ you sighed and looked up at him. ‘’we are different, and I hate how you have to accommodate on your end because of me..’’

‘’darling- everybody is different, everyone-‘’

‘’no one on this team changes for me. I’d rather get left behind and have to run faster than to have everyone hold back and make me feel weak-‘’

‘’you’re not weak darling, and they don’t change because they don’t love you like I do.’’ He said gently and pulled you up against him, a hand wrapped around your shoulders with the other pressing against your head to have it rest against him. ‘’I don’t want to-‘’

‘’don’t hold back.’’

Loki’s brows furrowed and glanced down at you while you stared out into the snow terrain in thought, cheek against Loki’s cold armor but you didn’t mind. ‘’I’m sorry?”

‘’I said don’t hold back.’’ You repeated and looked up at him, chin resting on him while his arms held you. ‘’for a day. Hel- start right now. Don’t hold back your strength, don’t hold back your speed, nothing. I’m good at adapting.. just do.. what you would normally do..i can take it..’’

Loki stared at you a moment, looking a little worried and also looking like he was trying to figure you out. eventually he sighed, giving you a nod while he somehow straightened up even more. How tall was he??

‘’alright darling, if you feel like you need this, then I’ll do it. Starting now until the end of the day, I will not accom- er.. I will do what I normally do.’’

You felt yourself relax a little and nodded, shivering once you pulled away to begin walking again and nodded towards where the jet was waiting for you both. ‘’okay, let’s get out of the cold then.’’

‘’it doesn’t bother me’’ he chuckled and dodged your arm from swatting at him before he began walking with you.

‘With you’ was an understatement. That man looked like he was taking on a casual pace but he was already five steps ahead. Literally. Yet you asked for this and you began to trot to keep up, looking on the bright side of things that at least you had a good look at his ass while he left you behind. You knew he was listening, making sure you were still behind him than to glance over his shoulder and risk belittling you. You’ll take it, and were curious on just how much different life back at the tower will be with a god that wasn’t holding back..

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The more you actively tried to pay attention to how different Loki would be now that he wasn’t holding back on anything amongst ‘you mortals’, the more you realized there wasn’t actually much he really changed. You kinda felt bad bringing it up at this point but after today, things will go back to normal anyway.

He didn’t bend or lean down to talk to you anymore- having made you feel small or a pet being talked down to. If anything, he actually looked somehow ten times hotter when he looked down his nose at you with his full height at attention. Running was the only thing that you didn’t mind taking a break on- of course you would look like you were fine and hide your pants until he would turn his back again. Holding back a glare, you knew he was smiling when he continued on.

Lets not forget the nearly bone breaking grips and cuddles. He did have to apologize when you practically got shoved forward when his hand came in contact with your ass playfully but it was easily forgivable when you found out how aroused you got from it anyway.

Most people would be excited to have a tall boyfriend- there were many special benefits that you’d miss if you were any taller or he became shorter. You loved hearing his heart beat when you hugged. How he could save you a trip climbing up the counters by just reaching up on top shelves. How he would stand behind you with his threatening aura and let you run your mouth at someone that most likely would have gotten you into big trouble if you were alone. Stuff like that..

The idea was to apologize at the end of the day, knowing he didn’t actually try to belittle you or make you feel weak.. the more you thought, the more you appreciated. He was right, he did these things to take your feelings in consideration- no one in the tower really did that.

Your apology would have to wait because as soon as the bedroom door slammed closed, you were then pressed right up against it before Loki’s lips followed suit right onto yours. Affection was noticeably different today when he wasn’t holding back, and when he kissed you his body would also press up more firmly against yours, enough to take your breath away before he would then pull back and change positions.

You bounced onto the mattress, aroused more than ever while somehow feeling like a rag doll. You asked for this, you were prepared and knew sex was coming at the end of the day.. so why did your heart race at the same time like something deliciously scary was about to happen..

‘’darling..’’ he drew your eyes up to attention, seeing him begin to stripe down while he stayed at the foot of the bed. His voice was raspy, lustful while his eyes took their time coming back to yours while you laid there in your sports bra and shorts. ‘’you’ve asked me to not hold back..’’

‘’yes..’’ you confirmed quietly, a little unsure of what he was getting at while you tried your hardest to pay attention the more skin he revealed.

‘’I wish to warn you that holding back my.. Asgardian form also comes into play..’’

His words had your eyes look up at him and rounded. He had shown you his Jotun form before- there was no judgement there, but what did he mean hold back? Your confusion made him smile sheepishly a little bit while his hands made their way now to slowly undo his belt.

‘’you see.. it takes a bit of magic to stay in my Asgardian form. My natural one is indeed, Frost Giant.. think of it as a constant concentration in the back of my mind that I hold all day and night to the point where it’s all muscle memory..’’

You nodded slowly, squinting while you willed your eyes to stay on his while they screamed to watch as his pants came down and left him in only his boxers. However, there was a slight hint of red beginning to form in his eyes before you began to realize he was changing.

‘’you wish for me to not hold back.. to drop everything.. darling..’’ he drew in a breath, closing his eyes while he inhaled and rolled his shoulders back- beginning to grew taller- bigger in all aspects and blue.. gods that glorious blue.. ‘’this is me not holding back..’’

You felt your mouth salivate, watching how every inch of him changed into that glorious form he rarely showed you- or anyone else. The temperature in the room noticeably changed and you felt your nipples come to peaks within your bra, making Loki’s even more large cock twitch in his boxers.

This had you gulp.

‘’Loki.. if you’re afraid of hurting me in this form.. don’t be- I told you I can take it..’’ you didn’t sound to convincing, there was a small hint of worry in your voice while your eyes looked at the bulge in his pants shamelessly that twitched and screamed to be buried inside of you.

You wanted it.. SO bad.. but you also needed to keep in account of being ripped in half- despite preparation.

‘’darling I know what you are thinking- we don’t necessarily need to have sex tod-‘’

Loki’s words were nearly cut off in a choke of words when you lifted your bra from over your head and tossed it aside, followed by your hands now grasping at your bottoms.

‘’I said I can take it- and for you not to hold back today.. to do what you would normally do- and sex is one of them.’’ You said more confidently, determination now leading you on while you also watched his cock strain while Loki’s eyes watched how you stripped and leaned more forward in front of the bed.

‘’I hope you understand what you’re getting yourself into darling..’’ he said quietly, his eyes watching your hands slowly reveal your dripping cunt while your hands managed to slip your shorts and panties off simultaneously. Loki’s hands slowly came to the mattress, his new size making the mattress dip down even more before he began to crawl forward hungrily.

When he lowered himself onto his stomach in front of your pussy, the bed lightly creaked beneath you. If the bed broke, so be it. It would make things ten times hotter anyway. your fingers nervously curled into the sheets, your body laying you back more while you felt Loki’s eager hands hook under your legs to pull you forward just a bit more before leaving them over his shoulders.

‘’trust me darling.’’ he promised, knowing he’d stop immediately if you even so much as breathed your safe word before his tongue ran a long stripe along your cunt.

The cold wet sensation had a gasp leaving your mouth and your head falling back onto the mattress. Gods it was so cold.. so sensitive.. it made you shiver in all the best ways while your own body heat combined the perfect combination. Loki’s tongue moved slow, wanting to feel every reaction he could pull from you while the tip of his nose pressed to your clit and his tongue began to tease at your entrance.

His longer fingernails dug mildly into your thighs, leaving half moons while yours nearly ripped the fabric breathe you. Your back arched up, your eyes fluttering and your breath hitching. You could tell every part of him grew a bit bigger to where even his tongue began to stretch you out the more be began to plunge in and out with his nose brushing against your clit.

You felt that delicious coil begin to build and your hands already found themselves gripping onto his hair. How you wished you could have had this suggestion long ago if this is how you knew it would have felt.. sex with Loki was absolutely amazing- but having him in this form was icing on top of icing on the cake!

‘’so wet for me.. do you have any idea what you do to me..’’ Loki murmured, raising his head to kitten lick your clit while you watched how his hips ground into the mattress to try to find some relief.

‘’I need you..’’ you breathed, your mouth falling open now and again whenever he would lick across your entrance and back to your clit, teasing you to the point where your legs began to shake around his head.

‘’I know darling, and you will have me. but not until I have you prepared.’’ He smirked before he began suckling on your clit, making you gasp and buck your hips against his face- an arm coming across your pelvis to keep you down and still.

getting you properly wet for him was not an accommodation for his new size, but to take him in general and something he always did when you both were making love. Yet you wondered if that normal preparation was gonna be enough to take much more of him..

a large finger began to slowly ease its way into your entrance, making you moan and feel your cunt immediately begin to grip around it. Loki’s moan by feeling it to made vibrations send your clit into a frenzy. You squirmed beneath him, feeling how he would pause now and again before adding more of his finger into you until he finally got to the second knuckle.

‘’gods darling and that’s only one-‘’ he moaned, his eyes lowering to see just how stretched you were while your body began to shake.

Just one of his fingers alone made you feel the stretch, causing you to whimper when he slowly began to glide it in and out with a curl. Your hips began to follow his motions before you would whimper, him now and again surprising you with a lick now and again to your clit that would make your cunt clench down around him.

‘’so tight.. so tight for me..’’ he crooned, watching the sight with half lidded eyes and a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

You couldn’t very much move, his larger arm draped across your pelvis that practically kept your lower half from moving. To sit up, you’d have to do a crunch and your body wasn’t strong enough to keep on your elbows when he would constantly surprise you with his tongue and shoot your pleasure up through your body like electricity.

His cold temperature mixed with the warmth of your cunt made you shiver and sweat at the same time. Your breathing came in pants, your fingers returning to grip the sheets while your head thrashed from side to side the faster he pumped. He then pulled out just to the fingertip before you felt him run his tongue against your entrance beside his finger.

Your eyes fluttered, head raising a little to see exactly when he was doing before you felt it. He began to slide a second finger along the first one and began to ease both of them slowly back into you- this time without pause. You moan left your lips while your back arched, eyes rolling to the back of your head while you felt the stretch even more than the first- despite your arousal.

‘’you are doing so well for me darling.. look at you, all wet and stretched.. you might be able to take me.’’ he cooed, leaning his head down to begin to leave open mouth kisses against your clit and run his tongue against it while his fingers continued to penetrate you.

The stretch was deliciously there, how it would almost begin to sting until you finally felt him stop and leave you stuffed. You could tell both digits were up to the second knuckle but he remained still while your body went to work at adjusting. Every now and again his fingers would flex, fingertips tilting up to feel your walls and would make you twitch and squeeze around them.

‘’you are so beautiful like this.. taking me so well in your pretty cunt.. I almost don’t want to let you leave this bed except for two exceptions.’’ He smirked and his eyes flicked up to yours that were fluttering and lust drunk. ‘’to stretch and to suck.’’

You felt your body shiver in pleasure at the mere thought of it before he took that opportunity to pull his fingers out and stop at the tips. Your cunt squeezed at the loss, searching for him before he began to push them back in more and make you moan. He did this a few times at a slower pace, bobbing his head up and down to lick against your clit before you began to feel even more stretched.

Your breath hitched, body tensing instinctually while he began to spread his fingers apart and begin to scissor them slowly, continuing his in and out motion at the same time. The stretch was indescribable- almost reminding you of your very first time, funny enough.

Your legs began to squeeze around his head, knowing he’s reassured you several times that you could squeeze your hardest and he’d be fine. ‘Every man’s dream to be taken out’ as he calls it. At this point you really had no control over your body because it acted all on its own. It’s as if it knew how to accommodate and react just how Loki wanted. The faster he went, the more your hips would buck and search for more. Your arousal could be felt dripping out now, leaving the most pornographic sounds as his fingers squelched back in and spread.

‘’I do believe you can manage this.’’ He smirked, the crueler side of him.. the more dominant side that tended to take over began to show while your eyes caught sight of his lustful, wicked grin.

It’s as if he couldn’t look away at the scene, seeing you stretched out more than he had ever seen you because- quite frankly- two of his Jotun fingers were a little over the equivalent size of his Asgardian cock- which was big already. You noticed slight movement and risked raising your head to investigate.

First, there was his large fingers raising your belly up and down to indicate exactly where he was inside of you. Second, his other hand helped him sit up to rest on his knees and heels before it lowered his boxers enough to spring his cock out.

When you said you’ve seen Loki’s Jotun form before, you did- but not ALL of it. He didn’t like to show it much so it was always quick peaks of merely face and upper body. This was your first time being his lower half, particularly his dick and the sight alone had you trying to sit up to reach out for it, making his free hand land on your chest and push you back down.

‘’ah ah ah darling, patience. I need you to be absolutely still for me so that I don’t break this perfect cunt.’’ he tsked and you could feel your arms stretch up above your head by themselves, making your eyes shoot up to find them bound magically to the bedposts.

‘’please..’’ you whimpered, not sure if you were whining to touch him or for him to take you already. His hand returned to his cock and he began to stroke it slowly while his other hand continued to scissor you.

Your eyes drank in the sight and your legs shook along his thighs with need and anticipation. You knew prep was necessary, but you were a very impatient person sometimes and could feel the muscles in your arms begin to ache while they unconsciously pulled to try to break free.

‘’eager aren’t we pet, you know I hate to leave you waiting.’’ He sighed with a playful mock in his voice before he began easing his fingers out of you but stopped to where only his fingertips remained inside.

His other hand began to slowly rub the tip of his cock against your clit, making you moan and squirm on the bed, doing your best to try to remember to remain still. Your eyes watched him, knowing if you were the one to hold his cock, your hand wouldn’t even be able to wrap around it fully. If his fingers were being shown through your belly when he pumped you, your body began to hesitate with his cock size. Your eyes flicked up to his awaiting ones, where he looked down at you with love and hunger.

‘’you can take it.’’

His fingertips then began to part, spreading you open into another scissor position. You felt the stretch even more when his fingers spread you wider than what they had been doing earlier. They then paused a moment before you watched Loki guide his cock with his other hand down towards your entrance and right between his fingertips like a landing strip.

The way Loki’s breath shuddered out of pleasure seemed to feed your own, loving the sound of his own noises while you willed yourself to relax and let him in.

‘’you’re so perfect..’’ Loki whispered, his voice being a balm while you felt him slowly slip his cock into your entrance, squeezing between his fingers until he pulled them away once his cock was in about an inch.

Your mouth opened into a silent cry, eyes squeezing shut while your back lifted off the mattress. Your cunt instinctually closed around him, almost choking him while his body came down onto his palms beside your shoulders, caging you beneath him. you barely registered his forehead pressing against your chest, feeling his shallow breaths fan your skin while his arms shook and willed himself to remain still.

There was a pleasurable sting to it all, a hot pain that also came soothed with his cold temperature. A delicious mix that balanced both sides. After merely a moment of calm, you felt the pain ease away and another inch slide in to revive it. Your nails would have been digging and drawing blood if he hadn’t tied them above your head- so you had to settle for your own palms.

The perks with Loki was that no matter what, he was able to heal all wounds. So fuck it.

You drew in deep breaths and met his eyes when he lifted his head, looking down at you while his ink locks framed his face. His eyes were a beautiful deep red and yet you would have recognized them in any color that they were your lover’s. your legs widened, tilting your hips slightly while you bit your bottom lip.

‘’you’re s-so big..’’ you murmured, feeling already full but knew fully well it wasn’t even half.

Loki grinned with a breath laugh, leaning himself down to capture your lips and swipe his tongue along your bottom one. You were happy to oblige and upon doing so, Loki added another inch of his cock into your cunt. your whines and moans were drowned when his tongue began to dominate, enjoying but also helping to distract while he lowered his hips slightly so his body could better drag against your clit with each rock.

He did this until all of him was buried to the hilt- rocking against your clit and massaging your tongue with his own. By the time you were full stuffed, your body was shaking and scrambling to adjust while Loki remained still. He pulled away enough to look down at the sight and grin at you after, watching how you squirmed.

‘’you take me so well..’’ he rasped and began to slowly rock his hips into you.

Your head fell from side to side, panting while your legs came and squeezed along his body that blocked them from closing. Your pleasure continued to build, feeling how his curls would drag against your clit in a maddening pace. He made sure his cock dragged along every inch, making sure you felt him thoroughly- all of him while his mouth came now to suck at your neck.

‘’so full..’’ you whimpered, feeling the bulge in your stomach without even having to look down.

‘’so tight..’’ he murmured, licking along your neck before covering it with teeth and kisses.

The more he would move, the more the pain would turn into pleasure. By now he was taking on a steady rhythm of long strokes with his weight being held now on his arms, holding the plank position so he could bury his face in the crook of your neck. You relished the smell of him, the feeling of him, shivering not just with pleasure but with the way his cold matched your heat. You wouldn’t be surprised if your entire body was hidden from sight, granted how his body was far larger in this form and he made sure not to crush you in any way you wouldn’t like.

‘’gods I’m.. I’m..’’ you whimpered, feeling him begin to thrust at an upper angle to rub against that special spongy spot-on repeat. Your orgasm was so close and your pleas along was enough to spur him on and chase it faster with each thrust.

‘’cum my darling.. cum on my cock- let me feel you tighten around me like a good girl..’’ he growled, nudging your face to the side with his own slightly to better access and catch your earlobe with his teeth.

He moved faster, the bed creaking below and the headboard banging against the wall. Neither of you cared, let along the shameless moans you both would give before you finally had your orgasm wash over you like a storm. Your body squeezed around him, getting impossibly tighter while Loki groaned with how much your cunt seemed to strangle him. one of his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you up against him body while he plunged mercilessly into you while you rode out your orgasm.

It wasn’t long before Loki came as well, pushing himself as deep as he could before you felt the feeling of hot liquid spill inside while your walls fluttered and milked him. your body shook, feeling how his cock just kept spurting to the point where some trickled out and dripped down. He made sure you were stuffed and plugged, keeping inside you while his body shook and panted. You weren’t sure when your hands were free but they quickly wrapped around him and you inhaled deeply against his neck.

One of your hands played with your hair, feeling his muscles relax and he had to quickly lay on his side to not land on top of you, making you laugh softly at just how much of an effect you had on him. his cock slowly slipped out and a bit of his essence began to flow out but you didn’t care. You curled up next to him while his body began to feel warm again. By the time you opened your eyes and raised your chin, he was back in his Asgardian form, smiling down at you with exhaustion and love.

‘’are you content with how things were today darling?” he smirked.

‘’I definitely wouldn’t mind this,’’ you giggle and press your cheek against his chest while the two of you laid together. ‘’but I’m sorry..’’

Loki’s brows furrowed and he looked down at you before his head fell back into the pillow, his arms pulling you closer with his thumb stroking your bare skin. ‘’why are you apologizing?”

‘’because you’re right.. I looked at you as holding back because I saw myself as weak- how you had to hold back, slow down, be careful and such.. but I came to realize today, that we adapt to those we love because.. well.. we love them.’’

Loki smiled and pressed a kiss to your head before he closed his eyes. ‘’I never feel like you hold be back darling, nor do I ever see you as weak or limited. Everybody is different, and you have far more strengths compared to mine that you know. I may have underestimated you.’’ There was a light tease in his voice that made you raise your chin and look up at him.

‘’strengths?”

Loki chuckled and held you impossibly closer to his side. ‘’you were able to take on my Jotun form darling. As a mortal, it surely should have been impossible.’’

Your eyes widened and you raised a brow. ‘’you took that risk??”

‘’I merely was doing what you requested darling- to not hold back. After all,’’ he smirked and looked down at you, his red eyes having returned and you already began feeling yourself get aroused between your legs.

‘’you said you could take it.’’

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Pairing: Ted "Theodore" Logan x F!Reader x nerd!Thomas "Neo" Anderson Tags: 18+, NSFW, Uni!AU Warnings: fluff, angst, drug use (a joint), threesome, voyeurism, piv, blowjob, fingering, unprotected sex, jerk off. Word count: 6,3k Summary: You and Ted have been friends since childhood. Life had taken you on different paths, and the demands of your studies had kept you apart for what felt like an eternity. But now, finally, you had the chance to visit him again.

As you made your way down the dorm hallway, your laptop clutched tightly in your hands, you spotted two guys walking towards you. You kept your head down, hoping to avoid any interaction, but as you passed them, one of them turned abruptly and began to follow you.

“Nice skirt!” a low whistle came from behind. You rolled your eyes, tightening your grip on the laptop and quickening your pace.

“Hey, where’s the rush, pretty girl?” he called out, his voice laced with a cocky tone.

“None of your business,” you snapped. The corridor seemed endless, and he kept up, matching your steps with ease.

He glanced at the laptop in your arms and smirked. “Fuck, you’re not really going to hang out with those losers, are you?”

You bit back a retort, jaw clenched as you fought to ignore him, though the anger bubbled inside you.

“Come with us. We’ve got way more to offer than they do.” His eyes sparkled with mischief as he bent down, making his lips into a mock pout, leaning forward as if to kiss you.

Without a second thought, you raised your fist, pressing your middle finger firmly in his face. He recoiled, grinning as if your defiance amused him. 

“Bullying, huh?” He stopped and shouted after you, “If you keep messing around with losers like that, that finger’s gonna be the only thing that satisfies you!”

You finally reached the door at the end of the hall, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. You knocked, exhaling deeply.

“Who’s there?” came a familiar voice from the other side.

“It’s me, Ted!”

“Password!” Ted’s voice sounded firm, though you could imagine his wide grin.

“Ted, don’t be an idiot. Open up!” you groaned, knocking again.

“Password!” he repeated, unyielding.

“Are we five or what?”

There was no answer.

You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips. “Be excellent to ea-” you began, but the door flew open before you could finish.

Ted Logan, in all his tall glory, leapt forward like an overexcited puppy, wrapping his arms around you in a bear hug that nearly knocked you off your feet. His dark, tousled hair fell over his big brown eyes, and his familiar, goofy grin was plastered across his face. A faint scent of bubblegum and weed reached your nostrils.

“I’ve missed you so much!” he mumbled into the crook of your neck.

“Likewise, Teddy,” you murmured back, running a hand over his broad back, feeling the tension ease out of your body. You stood there for a long moment, ignoring the passing students who threw curious glances your way.

Ted pulled back slightly, his hands still on your shoulders as he beamed down at you. His eyes were bright, and his expression was one of pure joy, like he hadn’t seen you in years.

Suddenly, his gaze shifted to the hallway, and his smile faltered. Ted’s eyes narrowed as he quickly pulled you inside with a yelp, slamming the door shut behind you.

“So, where’s your friend who can fix my laptop?” you asked, finally getting your bearings. Ted gave you a sideways glance.

 “I’ll tell you straight up - he’s a bit weird, but trust me, he’s a good dude. He’ll totally help you out.”

“Weirder than you?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Alright, don’t get all smart with me,” Ted chuckled, leading you deeper into the room.

“Dude!” Ted called out, his voice echoing in the space.

As you stepped into the room, your eyes scanned the small space, which was split into two distinct halves. The whole room looked like it was straight out of a teen movie - one side belonging to an eccentric character, and the other to a gloomy goth. Ted’s corner was a vibrant mess, with bright posters of 70s and 80s rock bands plastered on the walls alongside slogans about peace and love. A bass guitar leaned against the wall, and a bed was partially covered by a blanket with an emoji pattern.

Across the room, the atmosphere shifted. It was as if an invisible line divided Ted’s colorful side from his friend’s, which was dark despite the daylight streaming through the windows. The only light came from the glow of a monitor. Dark posters of death metal bands you didn’t even recognize hung on the walls, a crumpled blanket was stuffed into a corner of the bed, surrounded by scattered notebooks, a couple of CDs, and various black clothes.

Ted nudged you forward, and your eyes landed on a figure hunched over a cluttered desk. The surface was littered with empty coffee mugs and bags of potato chips that had probably been there since last semester. The guy sat with his back to you, wearing a black tee as rumpled as his bed. Large black headphones clamped over his ears, and his long fingers flew across the keyboard, typing away at lightning speed.

“Thomas,” Ted called out. But the guy didn’t turn around, instead, he hunched further, completely immersed in whatever he was working on.

“Thomas!” Ted repeated, a bit louder this time.

“I told you not to call me that,” the guy muttered with irritation as he pulled off his headphones and spun around in his chair to face you. His features were sharp, his dark eyes intense and observant. His hair was tousled and a bit greasy, as if he’d been running his hands through it all day. But when he saw you, his expression shifted, the confidence vanished from his eyes, replaced by a mix of fear and uncertainty. He glanced down, his eyes darting around the room as if trying to find something to focus on, anything but your face. The room fell into an awkward silence, the only sounds the faint buzzing of his computer and the muffled screech of metal from his headphones.

“Hey, meet my friend, Y/N,” Ted said, breaking the tension. “This is Neo.”

“Hi,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. You stood still, as if any sudden movement might startle him like a frightened animal.

“Hi,” Neo mumbled back, his eyes flicking up briefly before he shoved his headphones back on and spun back to his screen, fingers resuming their frantic tapping on the keyboard.

You leaned closer to Ted, whispering, “Maybe I should just head out.”

“Wha?” Ted’s eyes widened, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “No way! Just give him a bit of time.” Ted’s large hand gently gripped your wrist, pulling you closer to his own desk. He turned the chair around and motioned for you to sit.

“Dude,” he said, turning his attention to Neo.

Neo was still typing, seemingly lost in his world. Ted scanned the mess on the desk, finding a small patch of clean surface to lean on. He pushed aside a few dirty mugs, creating just enough space for him to rest his large hand. “Dude, remember that laptop my friend’s been having trouble with? You said you’d check it out. Can you still do that?”

Neo’s fingers paused mid-tap. He leaned back in his chair and peered around Ted’s body to get a glimpse of you. You leaned to the side as well, waving your hand in a small greeting. Your eyes met briefly before Neo quickly looked away, hiding behind Ted once more.

“Yeah,” Neo muttered, nodding slightly, his voice barely audible.

Ted’s hair bounced as he sprang up with a wide smile.

“Laptop!” Ted commanded, holding out his hand. You quickly handed it over, and Ted set it down in front of Neo. The guy shifted his keyboard aside and opened the laptop, his attention immediately zeroing in on the task.

Ted let out a small sigh and turned back to you. He grabbed the armrests of your chair, and you grabbed them too, bubbling with laughter as he abruptly spuned the chair and rolled it quickly to face his bed before plopping down on the mattress.

“How are you?” he asked, his hands gripping the armrests tightly, his big brown eyes locked onto yours, filled with a sincerity.

“Uh…studying,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady, “what about you?”

Ted let out a short nervous laugh. 

“Glad I didn’t end up in Alaska,” he joked with a slightly forced grin, but then his face grew serious, eyes locking onto yours. “But really, how are you?”

“I’m fine,” you replied with a smile.

Ted’s expression softened as he moved closer, his hand sliding to your bare knee, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I’m so glad to see you…” His grip tightened slightly. 

“Me too, Teddy…” Your eyes met, and something in his gaze made your breath catch. He looked different. His once soft, boyish features had sharpened, his jawline was now more defined, and there was a light dusting of stubble on his lower face. His fingers, once smooth, were now rough from countless hours strumming his bass. But the familiar spark of mischief and youthful playfulness still shone in his eyes.

The moment stretched taut, and Ted swallowed hard.

“You look amazing,” he blurted out, his voice low, almost hoarse, his cheeks flushing as if he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

“Thanks,” you replied, feeling your cheeks warm under his intense gaze, a new tension settling between you. Ted’s hand lingered on your knee, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin, his eyes tracing your face with a hint of longing.

“I’m done.” A voice broke the silence from the dark corner of the room.

Ted’s head snapped up, and his expression shifted, the familiar boyish grin returning as he quickly pulled his hand away, hearing Neo’s voice.

Ted sprang up and, without warning, spun your chair around, rolling it quickly toward Neo’s cluttered desk. The wheels screeched, and the chair bumped sharply against the table, sending the mugs clinking together noisily. Suddenly, you were face-to-face with Neo, uncomfortably close. He stiffened, the faint thrumming of metal music still blaring from the headphones around his neck.

Neo pushed your laptop towards you, squinting slightly as he looked at you, his gaze darting up and down before settling on a safer point - on the laptop. You glanced at the screen, a surge of relief washing over you as everything seemed to be working perfectly. A broad smile spread across your face.

“Thanks! You have no idea how important this laptop is to me.”

Neo nodded, his lips twitching into a brief, hesitant smile. 

“No problem.”

“Do I owe you anything?” 

Neo looked at you with wide, expressive eyes, staring for just a beat before dropping his gaze, cheeks flushing slightly.

“No,” he muttered, clearing his throat. “Ted’s friends are my friends.”

“Well, that’s awesome!” Ted interjected, grinning as he hopped back onto his bed with a springy leap. 

“Now we need to celebrate this properly.” He flipped onto his side, leaning on one elbow as he reached for his backpack. After a bit of rummaging, he triumphantly pulled out a joint. “Let’s celebrate us getting together!” he exclaimed with a grin, lighting it up with a flick of his lighter.

You felt a rush of excitement and flopped down beside him on the bed, making the mattress bounce and causing Ted to jolt slightly, his smile widening in response. Ted took a deep drag, holding it for a moment before exhaling a slow plume of smoke. He winced a bit at the harshness of the first drag, coughing lightly as he passed the joint to you.

“Neo, you in?” Ted cracked, his voice still hoarse from the smoke. But Neo was too engrossed in the beats pulsing through his headphones to notice. Ted rolled his eyes as grabbing a pillow and lobbed it across the room. It landed with a soft thud on Neo’s shoulder, jolting him back to reality.

Neo blinked a few times, then slid his headphones down around his neck, letting the music spill faintly into the room. His eyes drifted to you as you took a long, slow drag from the joint, your lips curling slightly as you inhaled. You held his gaze before leaning over and extending the joint towards him with an easy smile.

With a deep sigh, Neo stood up, his tall, slender frame unfolding from the chair. His long legs in skinny black jeans quickly bridged the gap between the cluttered desk and the bed where you sat. Sitting beside you, he moved tentatively, as if unsure how to blend into the atmosphere. He glanced over at Ted.

“Dudette, hand me a pot, please,” Ted said, slightly slurred nodding towards you with a lazy grin. You raised an eyebrow but handed him the joint. Ted took a deep drag, the ember glowing brightly for a moment before he exhaled a thick plume of smoke towards the ceiling. He held onto the joint for a beat longer making a few tiny puffs, savoring them, then passed it to Neo. Neo accepted it with a faint smile. He lifted it to his lips, hesitated for just a second, then took a deep pull, letting the smoke fill his lungs. Exhaling slowly, he watched the smoke dissipate in the air.

“Not too shabby,” Neo concluded as he handed the joint back to Ted.

The three of you sat there in a comfortable, hazy silence, the joint moving slowly from hand to hand, with only the faint sizzle of burning paper breaking the quiet. Ted lounged effortlessly, propped up on one elbow as he leaned back, his stoned eyes shamelessly fixed on you. Meanwhile, Neo was more contained, his posture still a bit stiff, but you could see his shoulders gradually relaxing, the tension slowly melting away with every drag. He glanced at you occasionally.

“Damn, you guys…” you mused with a chuckle. “You both…are pretty similar.”

Ted and Neo exchanged lethargic looks, blinking slowly in mild confusion.

“No way!” Ted laughed. Neo chuckled quietly, shaking his head.

“I mean it,” you insisted, your voice thick and sluggish, “Your eyes, your jawline…” You leaned closer to Neo, your fingers tracing a slow, deliberate line along his jaw. His skin was cold under your touch, and he didn’t flinch away, he was too stoned for his usual awkwardness to kick in.

“…your lips,” you murmured, your gaze drifting over to Ted as your fingertips brushed lightly against his lips. Ted’s red eyes widened slightly, he held his breath as your fingers lingered there, just for a moment.

Neo’s eyes darted between you and Ted, his usual nervousness replaced by a rare stillness. You could hear your heart pounding in your chest, but what you didn’t expect was a throbbing ache building between your thighs. The air was thick with an almost tangible tension that hung between the three of you.

Ted gave a low chuckle, breaking the moment, but his eyes lingered on yours, the glimmer of excitement reflected in his gaze. He nudged Neo lightly with his elbow, Neo smiled awkwardly. Sitting in front of you were guys, so alike yet entirely different - one with his easy smile and open affection, the other with his guarded gaze and hesitance.

You reached out, your fingers grazing Ted’s warm cheek and he responded to your touch like he’d been waiting for this moment forever. Ted’s eyes closed softly as he moved nearer, his breath catching just before your lips met. This kiss was different from the one you’d shared when he’d asked you to practice at fifteen - now it was fervent, his lips gentle and ardent against yours.

Breaking away, your gaze shifted to Neo, who was fidgeting nervously, clutching the edge of his tee as if he were torn between fleeing and staying. You cupped his cheek gently, offering a small measure of comfort. Neo hesitated, his entire body tensing with indecision. But your lips already brushed against his, waiting for his response. He twitched at the contact yet didn’t pull away. Maybe it was the way your eyes locked with his, or maybe it was just the influence of the weed. you felt his fingers graze against your knee tentatively.

“It’s fine, you can touch,” you murmured against his lips. Neo’s eyes fluttered closed, a shaky breath escaping him as his hand carefully slid to your thigh. His hesitant fingers felt cool against your skin, a contrast to Ted’s warmth. Neo kissed you back and his kiss might have lacked Ted’s boldness, but it was filled with a tender sincerity, as though he was pouring everything he had into making the moment perfect despite his doubts.

Ted watched the connection between you and Neo, mesmerized. His warm hand slid up your back, fingertips brushing gently along your spine until reaching the nape of your neck, where he applied a tender squeeze.

You sensed his cue and broke away from Neo’s kiss to face Ted. This kiss was more fervent, igniting a tingling warmth across your skin. Ted’s hand moved from your neck to your chest, and you gasped softly as he cupped your breast, gently rubbing your nipple through the fabric.

Neo edged closer, his large hand nervously yet eagerly exploring your thighs. His fingers traced the curve of your hip, traveling up to your waist and brushing against the hem of your top before giving a gentle tug. As you lifted your arms, Neo carefully slid the fabric over your head, exposing your bare skin. You breathed in deeply, and both men leaned in, pressing warm kisses along the crook of your neck from either side. Neo’s kisses, a bit sloppy but affectionate, drew gentle sighs from you as he trailed downward. Meanwhile, Ted’s fingers found the strap of your bra, pulling it down to reveal the slightly reddened mark beneath. He kissed the tender spot, mumbling something unintelligible.

Your hands moved instinctively, reaching out to touch both of them. One hand slid over Ted’s body, feeling the hard outline of him through his sweatpants. Ted hummed against your skin as your fingers traced his length, stroking him slowly. He pressed closer, rocking his hips subtly into your touch, craving more.

Your other hand glided over Neo’s manhood, brushing over the strained fabric of his skinny jeans. The tight denim clung to his bulge, nearly bursting, begging for more room. Neo’s eyes fluttered shut, a muted moan escaping his lips as his body tensed under your touch, struggling to keep control.

Ted’s grip tightened on your waist, pulling you even closer, while Neo’s hands fumbled with the button of his jeans. The attempt to open the stubborn button turned into a wrestle, mounting frustration with each failed attempt. His eyes darted down, brow furrowed with the effort to free himself. Watching his struggle, you leaned in closer, brushing his hands aside with a gentle smile.

“Let me,” you murmured, your fingers deftly taking over. Neo exhaled a shaky breath of relief as you swiftly unfastened the button and slid the zipper down. The jeans loosen around his hips, revealing the full, throbbing cock of him beneath.

Ted’s hand cradled your face with a tender possessiveness, capturing your lips in a deep, lingering kiss. His mouth moved over yours with fervent passion, while his other hand fumbled with the zipper of your skirt.

At the same time, Neo’s lips traced a path over your body, pressing heated kisses to every inch of your heaving breasts. His touch was reverent, brushing over your skin as his hands traveled along the delicate curves of your sides. When his fingers located the clasp of your bra, he undid it effortlessly, drawing an amused smile from you against Ted’s lips. You marveled at how smoothly he managed it despite his anxious demeanor. As the fabric fell away, exposing your bare chest, their eyes gleamed with desire.

Neo swiftly removed his tee, unveiling his lean torso. The sight of his skin, smooth and untouched by the sun, made your pussy throb. You turned to him, pulling him into a heated kiss. Ted moved closer behind you, his hands sliding around your waist to pull your body back against his chest, where you could feel the press of his arousal against your bottom. His lips grazed your neck, nibbling softly at the sensitive skin, while his hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs teasing your nipples in light, teasing circles. The warmth of their bodies wrapped around you.

You guided Neo backward with a firm yet gentle touch on his chest, urging him to sit on the bed and lean against the wall. With his back hitting the surface, he pushed his hips up, you swiftly removed his jeans and boxers, sliding them down his legs. 

Your gaze lingered on Neo’s impressive form -his thick, perfectly shaped cock standing out against his lean, angular frame, a striking contrast to his slender build, it was hard and ready for you. Ted, not missing a beat, swiftly kicked off his sneakers and peeled away his tank top and sweatpants in one smooth motion, revealing his gorgeous stiff manhood. Eyes locked on you with admiration, he settled beside Neo.

You traced your tongue over your lips, absorbing the scene before you. Neo’s lean build was all sharp angles. But then there was Ted… Oh, Teddy. His body, while less chiseled, had a warm, inviting softness that made him irresistibly cuddly. His cock, thick and long, rested prominently on his slightly rounded tummy.

Positioning yourself between them, you leaned down, letting your fingers trace lightly along the lengths of their shafts, feeling the firmness beneath your touch. You wrapped your hands around both of their cocks, stroking with a deliberate rhythm, giving each the attention it yearned. Ted’s breath hitched in his throat, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought to maintain control. His eyes darted between your twitching lashes and the sight of your hand pumping his shaft.

“Shit,”  he sucked in a breath, and bit his lip to keep from letting out anymore noise. 

Neo, on the other hand, had already surrendered to the sensation. His head fell back against the wall with a guttural groan escaping his lips. His slim fingers gripped the sheets beside him so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His eyes fluttered shut, and his mouth parted as he let the pleasure completely overtake him. 

Your hand moved steadily, pumping their lengths with rhythmic precision, fingers wrapping around their firmness, feeling the smoothness of their delicate skin as pre-cum slicked your palms. Both of their hips bucked upward, their bodies responded to every touch and stroke, every motion of your hands.

Leaning in closer, you brought your mouth to Ted’s thick shaft, your breath warm and teasing against his skin before you enveloped him with your lips. The moment your mouth wrapped around his cock, Ted’s body shuddered, his hips giving a subtle thrust as a deep groan escaped from his throat. His hand came up to the back of your head, gently gripping your hair.

You began to suck slowly, savoring the salty taste of him, each movement making his body twitch. Your other hand kept up its steady rhythm on Neo’s heavy cock. Occasionally, you teased the sensitive tip with your thumb, eliciting breathy moans from him.

Turning your focus to Neo, you traced your tongue along the prominent vein pulsing on his length, then flicked the heated, swollen tip with a teasing lick, drawing a moan from him. Meanwhile, your hand maintained its rhythm on Ted’s cock. You alternated between them, your mouth moving, switching from Ted to Neo, and back again, making sure neither was neglected. Both men surrendered to the pleasure you were orchestrating.

You pulled back for a moment, keeping both their lengths firmly in your hands, your breath coming in shallow, heated pants as you glanced up at them. A playful glint sparked in your eyes as you teased, 

“Are you guys gonna behave and promise not to cum too quickly?”

Ted’s eyes widened slightly, and he nodded eagerly.

“Yeah,” Neo breathed out, his body still quivering from your touch.

“Good.” You leaned back down with a wicked smile curving your lips. Renewed fervor filled your movements as your mouth and hands resumed their relentless rhythm, enjoying every gasp, every twitch, and every desperate moan that escaped from their lips, heightened your own arousal.

Ted and Neo exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes locking in a silent agreement before turning their focus back to you. Ted was the first to move.

“May we?” Ted asked, his eyes searching yours before he took your hand lightly in his. You nodded in response, giving them your permission.

They guided you to lie back on the bed, and Ted positioned himself between your thighs. His grip on your hips was both gentle and firm, as if handling something precious. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against your inner thighs with lingering kisses that left trails of warmth.

Neo lay down beside you, pressing his hard, hot cock against your hip. The chill of his hesitant fingers tracing lightly along your side was a sharp contrast to your warm skin, sending goosebumps spreading across your body.

Ted’s lips continued their journey up your thighs, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. But then, abruptly, you felt him hesitate. His kisses slowed, and the confident gleam in his eyes faltered. They focused, confused, on your glistening, wet folds. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

His fingers hovered just above your clit, trembling slightly before finally making contact eliciting a low moan from you. It seemed to give him a boost, but his touch remained tentative and light. He began with gentle strokes, the rough pads of his fingers barely grazing your sensitive skin. You could sense his hesitation in every movement, the brief pauses between touches, but there was also a tenderness - an earnest effort to discover what would bring you the most pleasure.

His eyes flicked up to yours, silently asking if he was hitting the mark. You reached down, placing your hand over his to guide him, urging him to apply more pressure and increase his pace just a bit.

“Like this?” Ted’s voice was a murmur, filled with uncertainty as he looked up at you, his gaze pleading of approval.

“Yes, Teddy…” you breathed, your voice thick with pleasure as your head sank back against the pillow. His touch grew more assured. “…Just like that, Teddy.”

Your words seemed to unlock something within him. His eyes brightened, and his fingers gained newfound certainty as their touch traced slow circles around your clit. He watched your face closely, keenly observing every gasp and shiver that escaped you. When a soft moan slipped from your lips, he responded with a shy smile, encouraged by your reactions.

Ted’s pace quickened, adjusting his movements to the rhythm that made you tremble. He found that perfect spot, his touch growing more confident as your hips began to rock in time with his strokes.

Meanwhile, Neo’s calloused hand moved with a slow caress over your skin, tracing soft, teasing paths along your sides before settling on your breasts. His touch was slow as if he were memorizing every curve of your body. His thumb brushed over your nipple in circular motions, making your breath hitch.

Neo drew nearer, his lips tracing the path his fingers had mapped out, peppering warm kisses along your collarbone, halting just before the gentle swell of your breast. His hand tenderly cupped your breast while his mouth enveloped your nipple, alternating between soft, sucking kisses and playful flicks of his tongue, eliciting a hush moan as you arched into him. After a moment, he released your nipple to trace his tongue along the curve of it, drawing circles around the areola. Neo’s mouth continued its tender ministrations, but he began to whisper against your skin, his words hot and breathy against your nipple. 

“Is this feeling good?” 

Ted’s thick fingers were already sliding through your wetness, slipping inside you, curling gently as they explored your depths with a slow, steady rhythm. At the same time, he pressed his tongue flat against your clit, swirling in small circles. His digits matched the movements of his mouth, thrusting and curling in sync with the flicks of his tongue. Neo worked you from above, while Ted’s efforts from below intensified, their combined actions pushing you rapidly toward the edge.

“Y-yes,” you moaned. 

Neo’s hands gripped your breasts firmly, his fingers digging into the pliable flesh as his mouth alternated between sucking and gently biting your skin, his attention shifting between each breast with equal devotion. Ted’s mouth grew bolder on your clit, his tongue flicking faster, his lips closing around the sensitive bud and sucking gently. His digits thrust deeper inside you, curling upwards in a determined search for your g-spot. 

“I’m so close… so close,” you panted, each breath coming in ragged gasps as your body tensed. Hearing your sweet noises, Ted’s fingers moved in and out with increasing pace. His tongue pressed harder against your clit, his lips forming a tight seal, creating a pleasurable suction that heightened sensation. 

“Oh my god… Teddy…” you breathed out, desperately seeking something to anchor yourself. Your hand moved frantically, grasping at the sheets and then reaching into the air, as if searching for something solid to hold onto. Your fingers brushed against Neo’s chin before moving to rub over his chest. Noticing your need, Neo quickly caught your hand, his slender fingers wrapping around yours with a firm, reassuring grip as you squeezed it tightly.

At that moment, your thighs clamped around Ted’s head, and your inner walls clenched around his fingers. Neo pulled you closer, sealing your mouth with his own to muffle your moans as your body trembled with the waves of your climax. Ted’s tongue continued to lap at your clit while his fingers plowed deep inside you with relentless rhythm, prolonging your release until your body shuddered with intense aftershocks.

Finally Ted lifted his head, your juices glistening on his flushed face. He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean with a contented hum. His eyes closed briefly as he savored the taste before reopening them to gaze at you. Those big brown eyes stayed locked on you, radiating satisfaction, while his lips parted and his breath came heavy with the thrill of having given you such pleasure.

With a warm smile, you reached out, and as he leaned in, your lips met in a tender kiss, tasting yourself.

“You did it perfectly,” you cooed against his lips, prompting a modest smile to spread across his face as he settled back against the wall.

Turning your gaze to Neo beside you, you took in the sight of him tense and waiting. Mounting his hips and positioning yourself over him, the wide-eyed stare tracked your every move with a mix of disbelief and awe. It was as if he couldn’t quite accept that this was happening. Lifting your hips, you guided his throbbing tip to your entrance, feeling his hands tremble slightly as he aligned himself with you.

A loud groan escaped both of you as you slowly sank down onto the thick shaft, inch by inch, feeling every stretch and curve as you took him deeper. His eyes fluttered shut, his body shuddering as he fought to steady himself against the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him. As you settled fully onto him, your hands pressing firmly against his chest for support, you began to move with a fluid, rolling rhythm. Your hips rocked steadily, creating a mesmerizing motion that made him strain beneath you.

Turning your head, you glimpsed Ted nearby, his gaze fixed intently on where Neo’s cock disappeared inside you. Dark with desire, his hand gripped his own length, moving in sync with your rhythm. Each heavy breath made his chest rise and fall, his fingers tightening around his shaft, pumping it harder as he watched, unable to tear his eyes away.

“Ted,” you breathed, your voice cutting through the thick air between you. You kept your hips moving in a steady rhythm atop Neo, refusing to let the momentum falter. Ted’s eyes snapped up to yours, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face as he wavered between the sight of you riding Neo and your shifting attention. 

“I’ll take care of you...no rush,” you murmured softly. Ted’s hand loosened slightly around his cock as he nodded.

You shifted your attention back to Neo, noting the deep flush on his cheeks and the burning anticipation in his wide, dark-brown eyes. As you slid your middle finger between your folds, gently stimulating your clit, your hips quickened, rolling harder against him. Neo’s fingers gripped your thighs tighter, his breathing quickening in time with your movements.

“I...” Neo murmured, his voice barely a whisper as his fingertips brushed hesitantly against your inner thigh. You slowed your pace slightly, allowing him a moment to compose himself.

“Is this something you want?”

Neo nodded subtly, his eyes full of pleading and reverence, as if seeking permission to touch something sacred. How could you resist those earnest brown eyes?

You guided his hand between your legs, letting his thumb replace your finger on your clit. His touch was tentative at first, with delicate, uncertain strokes. But as he saw your reaction, his movements became bolder and more assured. His eyes fixed on his task, lips slightly parted. You grinded against his hand, and his thumb pressed firmer, tracing faster circles over your sensitive skin.

“You’re doing great,” you gasped, breathless, as Neo’s swollen tip hit that perfect spot inside you. Your body trembled, breaths coming in short, desperate bursts as the climax built rapidly. His hips bucked up to meet your movements, perfectly synchronized with the rhythm of your bodies. 

“I can’t handle it anymore,” he groaned, his thrusts growing more erratic, brow furrowing with the effort as sweat glistened on his forehead. His fingers sank into your thighs, gripping tightly, trying to hold himself back, while his thumb continued to circle your clit, eliciting out more of your moans.

“Just. Hold. On. A little bit. Longer…” you urged, each word a gasp between the jolts of pleasure coursing through you. Your nails dug into his chest, leaving crescent-shaped imprints on his skin. Neo’s face contorted with concentration, his body trembling beneath you, struggling to maintain control. Desperation laced every movement of his, thrusting up with frantic urgency to match your pace, both of you teetering on the edge.

“I can’t…fuck…fuck…” he panted, his voice breaking with the strain.

A loud moan escaped your lips as your climax surged through you, your inner muscles clenching around him so tightly that Neo let out a strangled cry, his restraint finally snapping. His hands flew to your waist, fingers digging into your skin as his unexpectedly strong grip lifted your hips deftly. 

In that moment, Neo’s throbbing cock burst free, and with a deep, guttural groan, he erupted, hot, heavy torrents of cum spilling across his belly. Quickly, you reached down, grasping his twitching cock with hand, pumping him with firm, steady strokes, milking every last drop from his pulsing length. His hips jerked with each powerful wave of release. Finally Neo’s head fell back against the pillow. With his chest heaving and mouth open, he struggled for breath. His fingers loosened their grip on your waist as the tension gradually melted away from his body.

You leaned over, pressing your lips to Neo’s and whispered, 

“You were incredible.” 

His dazed, satisfied smile widened as he relaxed further into the bed, his breaths slowing. The intensity in his hands eased until they fell gently to his sides.

“As you were,” he murmured. You kissed Neo once more before shifting your gaze to Ted. Your eyes widened at the sight of him: Ted sat there, flushed, with streaks of cum glistening across his stomach.

“Teddy?” you whispered, crawling toward him on all fours, your hand trailing down his heaving chest. “I told you I’d take care of you.”

“I… you guys were so hot,” he confessed, his voice trembling slightly. “I just couldn’t help myself.” A sheepish smile crossed his lips as he glanced away.

“Oh, Teddy,” you murmured, leaning in to capture his lips with yours. As your lips met, his hand moved to cradle the back of your head, drawing you closer and you cupped his face in your hands. The kiss deepened, a slow burn of passion that left you both breathless. When Ted finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, warm breaths mingling between you. As his eyes opened, you met his gaze, and he slightly parted his lips as if to say something. Yet he hesitated, giving you only a shy smile.

You sensed what Ted was trying to say. The softness in his gaze, the unvoiced emotion, spoke louder than any words could. The uncertainty and vulnerability etched across his face revealed a feeling he wasn’t quite ready to articulate. Not yet.

Your thumb brushed tenderly over his cheek, and he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as he absorbed the warmth of your palm against his skin.

You exhaled deeply, breaking the moment with a bright suggestion.

 “Well, why don’t you guys get cleaned up, and I’ll order a pizza?”

Ted’s eyes lit up with a spark of joy. 

“That sounds great!”

Neo, propped up on his elbow, nodded with a grin. “Honestly, I’m starving.”

“Let’s do it then,” you smiled, reaching for your phone as you glanced between the two of them.

A/N: Just to clarify: Ted and the reader both have feelings for each other, so he will get later 😅

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Jealous (Lore)

Description: Lore gets jealous of Y/N and Data.

Word Count: 740

Request: In response to the author's note, an idea for Lore: jealous

He watched her as she talked and laughed with his brother. His perfect and following the rules type brother. She wasn’t his by any means but in his head she was. She just didn’t know it yet.

Her eyes sparkled at the android she was talking to, it seemed that she looked at him like he was the entire world to her. Yes he was superior to her and that was something that Lore pushed heavily onto anyone but she should be looking at him that way.

Lore glared at the two of them like he was trying to set them on fire. He didn’t care who noticed or what. Y/N and Data walked over to the bar where Lore sat. The look in his eyes didn’t change and Y/N looked at him with concern. “Lore, are you okay?” She asked him.

“Why are you guys here and not banging in one of your quarters?” Y/N looked shocked by the question. “Excuse me?” “Brother, what do you mean by banging?” Data asked, clearly not getting it. “You guys have been eye fucking each other all night.” Data picked up on the anger in his words. He didn’t understand why his brother was so mad.

Y/N sighed and walked away. Lore watched as she left and he turned to his brother, “You aren’t going to follow her?” He asked, sarcastically. “Should I?” Data asked him. Lore rolled his eyes, “You two seem to really like each other.” Data was convinced he wasn’t capable of emotions like that yet and though Y/N was very pretty he could tell that Lore was against the idea of them dating.

“Why are you against the idea of us dating?” He asked. Lore couldn’t tell him that he liked the girl. He wouldn’t let himself be that vulnerable. “I gotta go.” Lore said and left ten forward. Unfortunately he and Data shared a quarters. As he walked to the quarters he noticed Y/N standing by the doors. “Data is still there.” He says before entering.

She followed him into the quarters not caring to ask. “Are you going to tell me what that was about?” She asked. Her arms were crossed and she asked with annoyance. “You and my brother practically fucking each other? What was that about?” “Lore, we weren’t doing anything! And anyways, why does it matter to you?” He chuckled. She looked at him and waited for his answer that never came.

“You looked so pissed at us and you aren’t going to tell me why?” “No.” She sighed and sat on the couch. “Why not?” He ignored her. “It’s because I’m human and you don’t think I am deserving of him.” He turned to look at her, “Not at all.” He growled. If she wasn’t going to catch on, he surely wasn’t telling her.

She stood up from the couch, “Then what? Huh? Why did you look so pissed off?” She yelled getting closer to him. His eyes lit up at her anger, he was very fond of it. “Why do you think I was pissed off?” He asked with a smirk, knowing it would make her more mad. “LORE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD JUST TELL ME!” She yelled.

He didn’t say anything and she sighed, “Whatever it is Lore, Data and I are friends you have nothing to be jealous over. I-” Before she could finish her sentence she stopped. She looked at him and his face gave nothing away. “You-you were jealous.” She didn’t ask this time but stated.

She walked closer to him as he stayed silent like he would never admit it to her. “You like me.” She states and wraps her arms around his neck. He didn’t shove her off or flinch. His hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her close.

She bit her lip as she stared into his eyes, “You’re so perfect Lore. You have nothing to be jealous about.” She whispered before placing her lips on his. He kissed her back and held her tight. Her hands moved to his hair as she played with the perfect strands.

The kiss turned passionate as they stood in the middle of the living room. His hands moved down to her ass and squeezed it making her gasp. “You belong to me.” He said against her mouth and she nodded. Like the poor pathetic human she was, she gave into him and let him have her.

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Change (Lore)

Description: Y/N hates Lore but he loves her.

Word Count: 931

Request: Lore x reader except the reader doesn’t like him back

Author’s note: I changed it a little but hope you like it! Also anyone want any stories for B-4? Send in requests!!!

Y/N sat with Data in Ten Forward having lunch. “You know your brother would hate this.” She said as she took a bite of her food. Data nodded, “My brother is very attracted to you.” He stated. Though he was stating the obvious. “Yes and I hate him.” Hate was a strong word but Data understood her feelings towards him.

Lore was trouble and it took a lot of convincing to let him on the ship after everything. He was now bunking with Data and had the hots for Y/N. “I understand your feelings towards him. Though he is trying to change.” Y/N rolled her eyes at that. She couldn’t believe that Lore would ever change. “You do not believe that?” He asked her and she sighed, “No. Not that you’re lying but he’s lying.” She said. Data nodded and looked around, he expected Lore to show up any minute and complain about how Y/N avoids him later.

Y/N looked at the door with Data as he walked in and his face dropped at the sight. He had a feeling that Y/N was into Data and vice versa even though Data states that he cannot feel. “Well that’s my que to leave.” She said and got up. She said bye to Data before leaving. Lore came over to Data and sat where she had been sitting, the smell of her perfume still lingering.

“You guys on a date?” Lore asked. Data always got the worst of it with Lore. He couldn’t feel anything for anyone and Lore knew that but that didn’t mean Y/N wasn’t. “Brother I have stated many times that I cannot have feelings. Y/N and I are friends.” Lore rolled his eyes and started complaining. 

Y/N stared at Picard as he told her that she would be bringing along Lore on the mission. Just her and Lore. Alone. Picard only trusted him around her and Data. Unfortunately, it was a known fact that Lore had feelings for her. She couldn’t argue with the Captain and Lore did know about the borg more than anyone else. Lore had a smirk on his face the entire time. Data kept eyeing the two as they had completely different expressions. Lore was excited and Y/N was annoyed. 

Lore stared at Y/N as she flew them to the location in the shuttle. She noticed the staring but ignored it. The entire way there she tried not to talk to him. “So you and Data?” He asked as they landed. “Just friends.” She said without looking at him. He followed her out of the shuttle and onto the planet.

“Okay so I’ve been told you know the borg pretty well.where would they be on this planet?” She asked. “I know about them not their mindset.” He told her and she sighed. “Why even be here then?” She mumbled but he heard her. “I get it you hate me but love my brother.” He said. She turned towards him, “I don’t love Data. Not like that anyways.” She said to him annoyed that he keeps bringing that up. “Right.” He said not believe her. She scoffed and turned to keep walking. “I haven’t done anything to you for you to hate me.” He said as he caught up with her. “Lore, let’s work instead of talk.” She said.

He felt anger and sadness build up inside of him, a feeling that he was all too familiar with. “No. Not until you tell me why you hate me so much.” He said. She turned to him, “Lore, you tried to kill people and take over the federation. Twice.” He rolled his eyes. “Yes I’m aware. That’s not me anymore.” She scoffed, “yeah okay.” She said and began walking again. “Why do you care anyway?” She instantly regretting it.

“Because I’m in love with you but you like Data. Precious little Data. He gets everything! The perfect life. The perfect Job. The Perfect Girl. Everything! He gets it all.” Y/N turned around at his outburst and gasped. Lore had tears in his eyes. “And You make me feel things I’ve never felt before and didn’t know I could but yet you hate me and you can’t lie to me I know you love my brother.”

“Lore” she said softly interrupting his outburst. “What?” He yelled. “You have tears.” She said. “That’s ridiculous I can’t cry I-“ but he felt his eyes and to his surprise he could cry. He’s been on the verge of it before but has never actually cried. He looked at her and she saw the heartbroken look in his eyes. Saw that he was being truthful.

“It’s you! You make me feel this way! You make me feel a way I didn’t know was possible.” He yelled. She slowly walked up to him, watching as he tried not to cry. The tears were flowing as she walked up to him. “Lore.” She whispered his name as she cupped his face. He looked at her, “I’m sorry.” He said. She shook her head, “Don’t apologize. I get it.” He started looking at her lips and she noticed. She gave him a small smile and leaned in a little, “How about we finish this mission and I’ll let you take me out on a date.” She whispered. He smiled a little and nodded. 

Data watched as his brother and Y/N laughed and talked across ten forward. He watched as Lore’s eyes lit up as Y/N laughed. He was watching his brother, who claimed superior over the human race and others, fall in love with one.

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Not Him (Lore)

Description: Lore isn’t him but he’s close

Word Count: 1,079

Warning: Smut

Y/N sat down her drink as she watched him from across Ten Forward. He was everything to her. Every breath, every step, every dream and every day she lived because of him. He refused to put the chip in and just love her. They’ve been at this for years now. It wasn’t a secret that she was in love with him. The whole enterprise knew. He couldn’t lie to her and tell her he felt something when he wasn’t capable of it. She snorted at the thought.

She had a lot of faith in him, more than he had in himself. He was capable of it and he did but he wasn’t sure what love felt like and without the emotion chip he may never find out. Y/N hated that he refused to put it in. He had a chance at something he had always wanted but refused to for some reason. Was it fear? Fear that he may not feel what he thinks he will? That was a ridiculous thought because he claimed he couldn’t feel emotions.

Her eyes traveled to the other one. His brother. Her dirty little secret that Data had no idea about. Lore was everything that Data wasn’t. He was full of emotion and life. He was by no means a good person but he made her feel like she was alive. His yellow eyes met hers and he smirked at her. They’ve done this how many times now? Making eye contact in an understanding as she finishes her glass before leaving to her quarters. Lore gives it a few minutes before he leaves as well and sneaks his way to her quarters. Data oblivious to the whole thing.

The second she lets him in, his lips are on hers with a force that makes her hungry for more. She nearly fell over with the force of his lips but he caged her with his arms. Half the time they didn’t make it to the bedroom and would do it right on the couch or floor. This would be one of those times. Her needy hands pulled at his black sweater that he wore. His lips leave hers for a moment to pull it off revealing his perfect sculpted body. She never had time to admire it before he would throw her against the couch and rip her clothing off like an animal in heat. That’s what he was in these moments.

Her hair was a mess and her breathing was hard as she watched him trail his lips down her body to her soaking wet cunt. He never knew if she was wet for him or for his brother but went she’s moaning his name he couldn’t care less. Her hand gripped his hair while the other grabbed a hold of the couch. His tongue worked wonders on her sensitive area. He ate her out like she had always dreamed. Dreamed of Data doing.

He didn’t need to breathe or take a break so it was perfect. The only breaks were taken because of her and her fragile body as he liked to put it. Her hips bucked up against his face and his perfect nose. He chuckled against her everytime knowing that she was holding back from fucking his face. She never needed to be careful but she chose to be. Eventually that band would break and she would fuck his face until it was wet with her slick and cum. He would look up at her from between her legs with a proud smirk. He made her cum till she was screaming, not his brother.

She watched with trembling thighs as he stood up to remove the rest of his clothes. She caught her breath as she watched his hard dick come free and stand proud. He sat next to her on the couch and pulled her right down on his dick. No warning, nothing and he enjoyed the gasp every time. He filled her up, perfectly like he was made to be in her like this. Her hands gripped his shoulders and he never missed the way her eyes threatened to roll back before she began moving. His hands traveled to her ass and cupped it. “He could never give you what I can. He could never satisfy you like I can. He could never be with you, like I can. He could never love you like I can.” The last part he whispered before dragging her on his dick. In every sense he was right.

He had the capability to love her and to show her that he could. As he drags her hips and as she moans his name into his neck. Lore loved her and he proved that night after night. His brother never questioned him leaving their quarters to go see her and he certainly never asked anyone if they saw him. She, like Data, would never admit what she knows to be the truth. She loved Lore too but it was never like how she loved Data. She hated herself for it but it was the sick truth.

The man that was about to make her cum all over his dick wasn’t the one she truly loved at heart. His brother was. His brother that watched Y/N leave Ten Forward and watched him leave minutes after. His brother that asked the computer where his brother was located. His brother that finally knew that his brother was giving Y/N what he couldn’t. Lore whispered sweet nothings in her ear as she came all over him and yawned.

He held her in his arms for hours as she slept. She begged him to stay that night, not caring who knew anymore. Her and Data weren’t together; they had nothing to be ashamed of. So he did and watched her sleep in his arms. It was when he returned to his and Data’s quarters the following morning to see Data smiling at him as he entered. A real smile, not his awkward one. It was when he realized that Data installed the emotion chip and that he knew all about the two of them. Lore realized that he would have to fight his brother for the woman they both love but it was an unfair fight from the beginning. Lore wasn’t him. He wasn’t Data and what she's been wanting is right in front of him. Data had the advantage but Lore wasn’t going out without a fight. 

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Deduction

*Ahem* Happy Birthday to my dear friend, @android-boyfriends​! I know this isn’t much, but Data and Lore are your boys, so I hope you enjoy this little birthday drabble! ILSYM FRIEND! 💙💙

Also, this probably isn’t partner swap in the traditional sense, but *shrugs* it’s the way I interpreted the prompt.

Day 21: Fingering, Partner Swap

Kinktober prompt list here. Kinktober Fic Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here. 

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Data (ST:TNG) x Reader, Lore (ST:TNG) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, human/android sex, fingering, blindfolds, dirty talk, Dom!Data, Dom!Lore, Sub!Reader, threesome, impact play (implied), oral sex (male receiving), partner swap (kind of?).

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When Lore told me he had a birthday surprise for me, I hadn’t quite expected to end up like this. A soft blindfold blocked my sight as two pairs of bioplast hands expertly wound me up. Both Soong brothers had been silent for quite some time while they teased me, and as two sets of fingers spread my legs, one called out quietly: “Which am I?”

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Magic

"Your hands are... quite magical, you know that?”

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x fem! Reader 

Genre: Smut

Word count: 4.3k 

Summary: Modern reader falls for Thorin and captures his heart. 

Warnings: Soft thorin, unprotected sex, handjob, p in v sex

a/n: Idk I’ve been wanting to write smth like this for a while so hopefully it’s good. Let me know if you have any requests and I hope you enjoy. I’m also currently in school so I’m trying to write in my free time but it’s a difficult balance 😣💔

Gandalf had come across you lost and confused, wandering the trails of the earth. You remembered him, his face, from a movie you had seen in your world. “Gandalf?” You called out to him suspiciously. 

"Hm?" He looked around then spotted you. "Ah! A human! What are you doing out here all alone in the middle of the wilderness?"

“I don’t.. I don’t know?” You reply, stepping closer to him seeking the warmth of another body. 

Your stomach growled, you have been wandering for hours, maybe even days. Your clothes aren’t from this world and aren’t proper hiking attire. 

You adjust the skirt of your dress as you stop in front of him. “I’m not sure where I am..”

His bushy eyebrows furrow at your strange, out-of-place clothes, and a bemused look crossed his face. 

He took a step closer, noting your exhaustion and the state of your attire. "I can see that. You don't belong here, do you?"

Gandalf assessed your weary state and wrapped his large cloak around you gently, guiding you towards his horse. 

"You look exhausted," he murmured, concern in his eyes. "You can ride with me to Erebor. It is not far."

With a little help from him, you clambered onto the horse's back, settling between Gandalf and the horse's broad neck.

Gandalf led you through the winding paths towards Erebor, the mountain's towering presence growing larger and larger through the trees.

His horse carried you both steadily, and after some time, the grand entrance to the dwarven kingdom came into view. 

Gandalf dismounted first and helped you down from the horse before guiding you into the hall of the dwarven king.

King Thorin Oakenshield sat upon a throne carved from solid oak, a long, dark beard covering most of his broad chest. He regarded you with quiet curiosity as you and Gandalf approached.

"Gandalf," Thorin greeted. "You've returned. And with a strange companion?"

Thorin's gaze flicked between Gandalf and the strange human standing beside him. It was a woman, but not like any he had ever seen before. Her clothes were unlike anything from Middle Earth, and she appeared lost and dazed.

"Who is this?" Thorin demanded, his voice sharp and suspicious. "And where did you find her, Gandalf?"

You subconsciously hold the cloak closer to you, shifting under the scrutiny of the King.

Thorin's blue eyes, sharp and calculating, studied you closely. The way you clung to the cloak, the slight tremble in your hands, it all spoke of fear and uncertainty.

Gandalf stepped forward, gesturing to you. "King Thorin, this woman... she appears to be lost. I found her wandering in the wilderness, disoriented and bewildered."

“Y/N.” You say softly, “My name is Y/N.”

Thorin's eyebrows raised at the sound of your name. It rolled off your tongue softly, and he noted the gentleness in your voice. 

"Y/N," he repeated slowly, the pronunciation foreign on his tongue. He then turned to glare at Gandalf, his eyes narrowing with a hint of suspicion.

“I don’t mean to intrude..” you give the king an awkward smile. “But is there any food I might be allowed?” Your hand goes to your rumbling stomach, your expression a grimace.

Thorin's eyes softened as he heard your stomach grumble. He couldn't help but let out a small, gruff chuckle, amused by your honesty. 

"Starving, are you?" he asked, a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "We can't have that now, can we?" 

He then barked out a command, "Nori! Bring some food and drink for our new guest!"

You visibly relax, a small smile creeping up your lips. “Thank you.”

Thorin's stern demeanor softened slightly as he saw the relief on your face. "It's the least we can do," he replied gruffly.

Nori, a wiry, quick-fingered dwarf, came rushing into the room, carrying a tray of steaming food and a tankard of ale. He placed the tray on a table near you, a sly smile playing on his face. "Here you go, lass."

You reach out and give him a swift hug. “Thank you so much,” you grin widely as you take a seat, eyes sparkling.

Nori's cheeks flushed as he received an unexpected embrace from you. He chuckled and patted your back awkwardly. 

"No problem, lass. Just doing my job." He backed away, mumbling something under his breath about "soft humans" as he scurried out of the room.

Meanwhile, Thorin watched the exchange with a mix of surprise and fascination. He cleared his throat, drawing your attention back to him.

Thorin observed you, watching silently as you took a small bite. His penetrating blue eyes studied your every move, his gaze unwavering. There was something about you that intrigued him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Finally, he broke the silence. "So, Y/N," he began, his voice deep and rumbling. "Can you tell me how you came to be lost in the wilderness?"

“Not really.” You chew eagerly, the cloak Gandalf gave you sliding down your shoulders slightly and exposing your skin to Thorin's gaze.

Thorin's eyes were drawn to the exposed skin of your shoulders as the cloak slipped down. A shiver ran down his spine at the sight of your bare flesh. He quickly schooled his reaction and returned his gaze to your face.

"What do you mean, not really?" he asked, his voice gruff, feigning indifference. "You must have some idea of how you ended up out there, lost and alone."

“I don’t..” you sigh, stopping your chewing as you look up at him. “I just remember falling asleep in my bed and then waking up in a cold dark forest.”

Thorin's brow furrowed at your response, confusion and concern etched on his face. "So... you just appeared out of nowhere?" he asked, his voice edged with skepticism. 

He took a step closer to you, eyeing the strange clothes you wore. "And what of your clothes? Those are unlike any I've ever seen."

“I was at a party,” you laugh, looking down at your revealing dress that is less than practical in this situation.

Thorin's gaze darkened as he took in the sight of your party attire, the low neckline and the bare length of your thighs on display. He swallowed heavily, his mind wandering to places he shouldn’t allow it to go. 

"A party, you say?" He repeated, his voice a little huskier than he had intended.

You nod, Thorin joins you at the table, encouraging you to eat as he continues to question you. 

A few weeks have passed since you arrived, you’ve become a little more versed in the world and palace. Having now met each of the many dwarves living in the palace.

As the weeks passed and you grew accustomed to the palace, he found himself seeking your company more and more.

The other dwarves had grown fond of you as well, especially Fili and Kili who teased you frequently and took every opportunity to make you laugh.

One evening, after a particularly long day, Thorin invited you to his private chambers once again. 

You carefully step toward his room, cautious and silent as to not wake anyone. You lightly tap on the heavy door, “Uh your highness?”

Thorin rose from his chair as he heard the soft tapping on the door. He took a moment to compose himself before calling out, his voice gravelly and deep, "Come in."

He stood by the fireplace, the amber glow of the flames dancing across his face as he waited for you to enter.

You struggle with the door, still not used to how heavy doors in this world are. “Fucking hell,” you murmur as you finally get it open, slipping inside and walking toward Thorin.

Thorin chuckled; he found your modern curses amusing and strangely endearing.

As you approached him by the fireplace, he took in your appearance. The low light of the fire illuminated your features, casting soft shadows across your face. He noted the way your gown clung to your curves, and his eyes darkened slightly as he fought to control his thoughts.

"Close the door," he commanded in a gruff voice, his gaze still fixed on you. 

The room was large and sparsely furnished, with only a few pieces of furniture placed throughout. The fireplace provided a warm, intimate setting, and Thorin gestured for you to take a seat on a nearby couch.

You close the door carefully, trying not to make too much noise. Having your back turned to the dwarf meant his gaze could wander your frame and each slight movement of your body. 

“Thorin,” you take a seat next to him. “Those doors are so damn heavy.”

As you settled down beside him, Thorin couldn’t help but notice the way your chest rose and fell with each breath. His eyes were drawn to the subtle movement of your body, the way the fabric of your gown clung to your curves.

He chuckled at your comment, a gruff sound that rumbled in his chest. "You'll get used to it," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. "After all, you've been here for a few weeks now."

You’ve gotten used to being in his room as he’s been teaching you the history of his kingdom, but you’re never here this late in the evening. “Did you miss me?” You tease as you relax into the plush couch.

Thorin's lips curled into a small smile at your playful tone. He rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the hint of amusement in his gaze.

"Don't get too cocky," he grumbled, trying to appear aloof. "I just thought you might want to know more of our history, that's all."

But deep down, he had grown quite fond of your company. Perhaps a little too fond.

“Mm, do I have to learn?” You pout, tired from the day you’ve had. “Perhaps we can just relax..”

Thorin chuckled, his gruff exterior softening slightly at your pout. He knew you had been working hard and was pleasantly surprised by your suggestion to relax. 

"Hmm, you want to skip the history lesson tonight?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "And what would we do instead?"

“I could.. brush your hair! I could braid it.” You offer, not knowing the implications of your suggestion.

Thorin's eyes widened in surprise at your suggestion. He hadn't expected you to offer to brush his hair, let alone braid it. In dwarven culture, it was considered an intimate gesture, reserved for close family or lovers.

But he couldn’t deny that the idea of having you touch his hair was appealing. He found your presence soothing, and the thought of your fingers running through his hair was more enticing than he cared to admit.

"You... want to brush my hair?" he repeated, his voice gruff but tinged with a hint of curiosity. 

He shifted in his seat, watching you closely, his eyes darkened with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. He could hardly deny the effect your presence had on him, and the thought of you being so close, touching him in such an intimate way made his heart skip a beat.

“Why not?” You grin while scooting slightly closer to him. “It would be nice..”

Thorin's breath hitched as you scooted closer to him, and he found himself strangely compelled by the thought of having your hands in his hair. Despite his usual gruff and stoic demeanor, the idea of allowing you to brush and braid his hair felt oddly vulnerable.

He cleared his throat, trying to suppress his growing desire. "All right then," he grumbled, his voice betraying a hint of excitement. "You can brush my hair."

You grin, taking the brush from the table in your hands. “This is quite exciting.” You murmur, your hands on his shoulders as you kneel behind him.

Thorin felt the warmth of your hands on his shoulders as you knelt behind him, and a shiver ran down his spine. He closed his eyes, trying to compose himself as he felt your breath on the back of his neck.

"Exciting, you say?" he murmured, his voice low and gruff. "I never thought having my hair brushed would be so thrilling."

“I’ve been wanting to touch your hair for ages,” you softly undo the braids from his hair, your fingers nimbly gliding through. “It looks so soft.”

The honesty and softness in your voice sent a rush of warmth through his chest.

He swallowed, his voice barely above a whisper, "It’s not as soft as yours, I assure you."

The feeling of your fingers gliding through his hair was both soothing and arousing, sending tingles down his spine. He closed his eyes, relishing the sensation of your gentle touch.

You carefully brush through his locks, your fingers brushing against his back as you do so. 

Thorin's breath hitched slightly as your fingers trailed against his back, sending a ripple of heat through him. It took all his self-control not to lean into your touch, to feel more of your hands on his skin.

"You... have nimble fingers," he mumbled, his voice gruff and a touch huskier than usual.

“I take that, that is a compliment?” You murmur with a soft giggle as you begin to massage his scalp, the action is something your mom used to do to help you relax.

Thorin let out a low, rumbling sound of contentment as you began to massage his scalp, the tension in his muscles melting away under your touch.

He hummed in response to your question. "A compliment indeed," he murmured, his eyes closing as he leaned into your fingers. "You have a gentle touch. It's... soothing."

“Well, thank you.” Your nails gently scratch against his skin. The pads of your fingertips working at his scalp.

Thorin couldn’t help but moan softly at the pleasure of your touch, the soft scratching of your fingernails sending shocks of desire coursing through him.

He shifted slightly in his seat, trying to regain some control over his growing need. His body was on fire, every inch of him aching for more of your touch. 

"Keep that up, and you'll put me to sleep," he teased gruffly, his voice rough with suppressed desire.

“Maybe I’d like to lull you to sleep.” You tease, you adjust yourself, sitting down against the arm of the couch. “Just relax, you can lean against me.” Your legs spread, resting on either side of his body.

Thorin’s mind raced as you adjusted your position, the thought of leaning his weight against your soft body was both thrilling and terrifying. He could practically feel your thighs against his sides, and the thought was both enticing and tortuous.

But he couldn’t deny the aching need in him to give into the temptation of your offer. Without a word, he leaned back against you, his head resting on your chest as he allowed himself to relax into your embrace.

“Are you comfortable like this?” You question, fingers still working in his hair.

Thorin let out a low, rumbling hum of contentment as he leaned against you, the feeling of your fingers in his hair sending waves of pleasure through his body. 

He nodded, his voice gruff and slightly sleepy. "Yes, quite comfortable," he mumbled, his eyes closed as he savored the sensation of being so close to you. "Your hands are... quite magical, you know that?”

“They’re good for other things too…” you reply in a suggestive tone.

Thorin's eyes snapped open at your suggestive tone, his body tensing at the implication. He swallowed heavily, his mind immediately filled with vivid images of all the “other things” he wished your hands could do to him.

He cleared his throat, his voice rough and strangled. "Is that so?" he managed to reply, his eyes dark with a mixture of surprise and desire.

“Mhm,” you trail one hand down his chest. “I’ve been told that I’m quite skilled with my hands.” You bite down on your lower lip.

Thorin's heart pounded in his chest as you trailed your hand down his chest, the simple touch sending a wave of heat through his body. He swallowed heavily, the sight of you biting your lip sending his thoughts spiraling out of control.

He couldn’t deny that the thought of your skills with your hands aroused him deeply, but he fought to keep his desire in check.

"Are you now?" he managed to reply, his voice thick with suppressed need. "And who exactly has told you this?"

“They’re not important right now,” you mutter, “my focus is on you, love..” you slide your hand under his shirt, fingers brushing over his muscles.

Thorin's breath hitched at the feeling of your hand under his shirt, your touch igniting a fire in him that he could barely control. The way you referred to him as ‘love’ made his heart clench.

He let out a low, guttural sound as your fingers grazed over his muscles. Your touch was both soothing and arousing, and he found himself leaning into your hand, craving more of your touch.

"You're making it very hard to think straight," he whispered huskily.

“Mm, you’re very handsome my King.” You press a kiss to his temple, your other hand moving from his hair to his chest.

Thorin's eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of your kiss on his temple, his heart hammering in his chest at the simple yet intimate gesture.

"You... you have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. The feeling of your other hand on his chest made his muscles tense under your touch, his breath catching in his throat.

“Let me take care of you..” You move from behind him, your breasts pressing against his back as you move your hand to his trousers.

The feeling of your breasts pressing against his back sent a jolt of pleasure through Thorin’s body, and he let out a strangled gasp. He could feel the heat of you against him, and it was both tantalizing and torturous.

He swallowed heavily, his voice a hoarse whisper as he tried to fight the overwhelming desire coursing through him. "Take... take care of me?" he repeated, his eyes dark with need.

You kiss his neck as you slip your hand into his pants, fingers grazing over his hardness.

Thorin’s breath hitched as your lips brushed against his neck, followed by the feeling of your hand slipping into his pants. His body trembled with need as your fingers grazed over his hardness, and he let out a guttural moan, his head falling back against your shoulder.

"You’re... you’re driving me mad," he managed to gasp out.

“Relax. I’ll take care of you,” you whisper into his ear, your hand grasping his length.

Thorin's body tensed as your hand grasped him, a low, guttural sound escaping his lips at the sensation. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt such pleasure, and the feeling of your breath on his ear sent a shiver down his spine.

He forced himself to relax, his head falling back against your shoulder as he surrendered to your touch. "Please... yes, take care of me," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.

You comply, your thumb brushing over his tip and spreading his precum. He pulls his trousers down, exposing himself to the cool air, your hand moves around him.

You begin to stroke him gently, your hand moving with a rhythm that you've learned from his reactions. Each stroke causes his breath to hitch, each touch of your thumb sends a jolt of pleasure through his body. "Is this what you want?" You whisper, your voice a seductive purr in his ear.

Thorin's eyes squeezed shut as he nodded, his body reacting instinctively to the exquisite pleasure you were giving him. His chest heaved with each breath, his heart racing faster with every stroke. "Yes," he managed to murmur, his voice a rough growl of need. 

You lean in closer, your breath hot against his skin as you whisper sweet nothings that only served to heighten his arousal. Each word was a caress, each sound a stroke of pleasure that painted images in his mind of what was to come.

Your hand grew bolder, your strokes more deliberate as you felt his cock swell and throb in your grasp. You knew you had him right where you wanted him, and the power of it thrilled you. 

"Y/N..." he gasped out your name, his body begging for more. He was lost in the sensation, the world outside of the warmth of your embrace and the feel of your hand on him ceased to exist. 

Thorin's hand reached up to clutch the fabric of your gown, his fingers digging into the material as he fought the urge to pull you closer, to feel more of you.

Your touch grew more insistent, your hand moving faster as you felt him growing closer to release. His muscles tensed, and you knew he was close. 

"I... I need you," he whispered, his voice strained with desire. "I need all of you."

With those words, the last of his self-control snapped, and he turned to face you, his eyes burning with passion as he pulled you into a bruising kiss.

As Thorin claimed your lips in a fiery kiss, his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you onto his lap. The heat of your body pressed against his, and his hands began to roam, exploring the soft curves hidden beneath your gown. 

His fingers traced the lines of your corset, desperate to feel more of your skin. Your own hands moved to his broad chest, exploring the firm muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt. Each touch, each kiss grew more feverish as you both gave in to the passion that had been simmering between you for weeks. 

Your breaths mingled, gasps and moans filling the air as the intensity of your connection grew. The fireplace cast flickering shadows on the wall, dancing in time with the rhythm of your bodies. His hands found your breasts, cupping them gently before moving to untie the corset strings.

 As the fabric fell away, revealing your naked chest, Thorin couldn’t help but worship them with his mouth, his tongue flicking over your sensitive nipples, making you arch into his touch with a whimper of pleasure. 

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you rocked your hips against him, feeling his hardness beneath you, begging for more. The room grew hazy with desire as you both lost yourself in the moment, the world outside forgotten in the face of the passion consuming you.

Feeling the warmth of your skin and the weight of your breasts in his hands, Thorin's desire grew more insistent, his cock straining against your stomach. He broke the kiss, panting heavily as he looked into your eyes, searching for permission to take this further. 

Your eyes met his, dark with want, and you nodded, your hands sliding down to his hips to guide his cock against your wet, eager pussy. He groaned as the head of his cock teased your entrance, the sensation sending a shock of pleasure through his body. 

With a gentle rock of your hips, you encouraged him, and he pushed forward, sheathing himself inside you with a deep, guttural moan. You gasped as he filled you completely, the sensation of him inside you like nothing you had ever felt before. 

The room spun as he began to thrust, the sound of your mingled cries and the crackling of the fire the only noises in the vast space. Each stroke was met with a whimper of pleasure from you, your body moving in perfect harmony with his, your hips rising to meet each powerful thrust. 

The intensity grew, your breaths becoming more ragged, your movements more erratic as the pleasure built within you. Thorin’s hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding your movements, pushing deeper and faster as he chased his own release. 

Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving marks that would surely be visible tomorrow, but neither of you cared. The only thing that mattered was the overwhelming ecstasy that crashed over you both, leaving you gasping for breath and clinging to each other as the world outside the warm cocoon of his chambers faded away into insignificance.

You moaned into Thorin's mouth, feeling his cock pulse and swell as he claimed your body, the intensity of his thrusts increasing. His beard brushed against your cheeks, adding an extra layer of sensation to the already overwhelming experience. 

Your own hips met his rhythm, desperately seeking the peak of pleasure that was just out of reach. Your breaths grew quicker and shallower, your heart hammering in your chest as the pressure builds between your legs. 

Thorin's hands slid down to grasp your ass, lifting you slightly to change the angle, and the new sensation sent you spiraling over the edge. You cried out as your orgasm washed over you, your inner walls clenching around his cock, milking him for all he was worth. 

The dwarf king growled in response, his own release following closely behind, his warm seed filling you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. For a moment, you remained like that, panting and trembling in each other's arms, the only sound in the room the crackling of the fire.

Then, slowly, he pulled back, his gaze searching yours, a mix of passion, vulnerability, and something deeper that neither of you dared to name. He cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip, and whispered, "I never knew... I never knew it could be like this."

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Pregnancy Blues- Spock x Reader

Summary: The way your body changes during pregnancy makes you upset, but Spock is quick to help you feel better

Word count: 556

Spock taglist: @saguaroooo

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Finally being able to sit on the couch and put your feet up after a long day of work, felt like freedom for your tired body, and especially, your tired feet.

With your feet propped up on the coffee table, you can’t help but stare at how swollen they are. Then your eyes trail up to your very pregnant tummy, and you can’t help but begin to cry.

You know you shouldn’t be feeling so self conscious. So far in the pregnancy you’ve been able to remember how your body will change and it’s only natural, but with being both tired and your wild hormones, you can’t help but sob. Collapsing further onto the couch, you curl yourself up and just let the tears flow.

So caught up in your whirling feelings, you didn’t notice Spock enter the room. It was only as you felt his gentle and sweet hand touch your shoulder did you jolt up to look at him.

With Spock being a half-Vulcan he barely showed any emotion, but over the time you’d been together, you’d learnt to read the little ways in which his eyes would show emotion. Looking into his gorgeous eyes, you can tell he’s worried.

“What’s the matter, ashalik (darling)?”

As his hands travel to your face, they hold you so gently that you can’t help but cry further, new tears pouring out and blocking your vision. Throwing yourself into his chest, he holds you as you both sit together. He patiently waits for your breathing to return to normal and for you to speak to him, knowing you most likely just need time.

“I’m fat and I have big swollen feet,” you blubber childishly as you look into his eyes.

If Spock thought it would sound reassuring, he’d tell you how your jutted lip and big sad eyes make you look kind of sweet, but he knows that’s not what you needed to hear.

“Well, you are pregnant, and weight gain and foot swelling is perfectly normal.”

Ever the logical Vulcan, Spock managed to accidentally put his foot in his mouth during a vulnerable moment. As a fresh wave of tears begins, he realises that is not what you need to hear.

“It’s true! I’m huge and ugly an-“

Your incessant rants and wails are abruptly cut short, as Spock surprises you with a loving kiss. It shocks you, but you can’t help but melt into the man you love.

Gently breaking the kiss, Spock looks deep into your eyes, garnering your attention.

“You are my beautiful wife is what you are, and you are carrying our child. The way your body changes during this time does not diminish your beauty or strength, and in fact, it causes it to grow, every day.”

Gently, Spock gathers you in his lap, as he holds and rocks you, continuing his reassurance.

“You are strong, and brave, and beautiful,” a gentle kiss is felt with each compliment, “but most importantly, you’re the person I love more than anything. I won’t have you talking so poorly of yourself, especially while our child grows inside you.”

A soft and loving kiss is placed on your head, as the both of you recline further into the couch together.

“Your body may change in different ways with time, but my love for you never will.”

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Rewatching The Lost Boys makes me realise how little the boys really are in it and that I’m just deep in the horny fandom