#tos spock x reader

[multi-fandomedfreak]

Morning in Bed // Spock

Authors note: Just wanted to write a soft Spock fic with my favorite headcanon: Spock purrs :P

Summary: A lazy morning in bed during shore leave has you and Spock not wanting to get out of bed. (Spock might be a little bit OOC but I tried my best not to do that)

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ : none

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The sound of water sprinkling against your window rose you from your deep sleep. One of the first things you notice is just how stiff you are. Probably because of how you fell asleep cuddled up against Spock. A smile graces your features at the memory and your arms rise above your head to give your body a good stretch.

You hear your bones give a satisfying pop as you crack them, starting from your neck to your back and ending at your knuckles.

As you twist and turn in bed, you accidentally nudge against a certain someone one to many times and soon hear a small huff paired with an arm wrapping around your torso.

“Cracking your knuckles can increase the risk of arthritis, T’hy’la.” Spock murmurs in your neck, his warm breath spreading goosebumps along your skin. You let out a small giggle at his remark.

His statement is a bit out of place, yet so undoubtedly Spock that you can’t help but find it adorable. "Good morning to you too."

You roll over and place a hand his pale cheek, thumb rubbing over the small stubble. You pull your head back to kiss his pink lips softly and you feel his hand trail up your arm, fingers barely ghosting over your skin.

His fingers gently encircle your hand, slowly tugs it off his cheek, and then pressed his finger tips to yours.

The familiar butterflies flair up in your tummy at the combination of both the human and Vulcan kiss.

You press firmly against his fingers as he presses against your lips. For a moment, you are in bliss—and you let yourself get lost in the taste of him.

The kisses are rather short lived when he pulls away rather suddenly—like he just realized something—and you were met with the cute sight of his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Am I to understand that you think increasing the chance of a medical condition is humourous to you? If so, I implore that you to take your physical health seriously, T'hy'la. It can have a negative effect on your everyday life."

You once again giggle at his cute behavior and lean in to give him a kiss on the tip of nose. Of course he would misinterpret your amusement.

“No I wasn’t laughing at that, love. I just find you adorable.”

The combination of getting a kiss on the nose along with your compliment makes him freeze for a moment, and even in the dim morning light, you manage to make out the light green color that dusts his cheeks. He stays looking at you like that for a second before burying his face back into your neck, probably at an attempt at hiding his flustered expression.

You smile fondly at this and roll your eyes in amusement. Your hand naturally finds its place on the nape of his neck, playing with his short black hair. You feel him practically melt into your touch and he let out a quiet sigh of content into your neck—making the pleasant goosebumps appear once again on the surface of your skin. The sound of the gentle rain, the warmth of Spock’s breath, the steady thumping of his heart against your abdomen, all made your eyes begin to droop.

You are sure you almost fell asleep when a small rumbling sensation catches your attention. At first, you think it’s Spock’s stomach rumbling—something you find insanely adorable for some reason—but then you realize it was too close to your ear to be his stomach.

Your face breaks out into an surprised smile and you have to put your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from squealing in delight. Spock is purring.

He rarely ever did, so the fact that he’s purring while cuddling with you makes you want to squeeze him as tight as possible like a big teddy bear. But you knew he’d get embarrassed and you don’t want this moment to end.

You just settle for smiling widely and snuggling your face into his hair, giggling as quietly as you could. Eventually, the calmness of the morning serenity catches up to you. You allow the purring of your lover to soothe you back into your previously sleepy state—and soon it lulls you back into a peaceful sleep.

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Sleepy Snuggles TOS Kirk, Spock, McCoy HCs:

A/N: It was almost time for bed when I sat down to write this.

A/N+: I was so happy to find that this one had survived!

Prompt: It's been a long day, you and the rest of the away team have just returned from a mission.

James T. Kirk

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Taking You to Bed

After returning Kirk gives everyone strict orders to return to their quarters.

He notices you wobble a little bit before having to lean in a doorway before nearly collapsing.

He quickly and quietly sneaks up behind you and scoops you up in his arms.

"No falling behind (rank)(L/N)." He winks

He doesn't realize that he's taking you back to his quarters.

He puts you down on the bed and starts removing his uniform. He kindly tosses you a pair of spare pajamas to wear.

He's too tired to think of the consequences when crawls into bed next to you.

He wraps an arm around you spooning you gently.

He's so big it's hard to wiggle away from him but the weight feels nice.

He even nuzzles your hair and murmurs softly, it's just too cute.

Taking Him to Bed

When Kirk orders everyone to bed you notice he's having a hard time staying up himself.

He stumbles a little bit when stepping off the transporter and you have to catch him by the hand.

You carefully wrap an arm around your shoulders and help him to his quarters.

"Thank you (rank)(L/N), you're too good to me." He says giving you a sleepy smile.

You take him back to his quarters stumbling slightly due to his size.

When you get him back you try to gently lower him into the bed but he just falls in pulling you with him.

Eventually, you wiggle out of his grasp and help him change his clothes. He whines, begging you to stay.

You can't help but feel a little sorry for him and decide to change into a borrowed pair of pajamas.

You barely have your clothes on when he pulls you back into bed with him.

He rests his head on your chest and wraps his arms around your waist.

Spock

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Taking You to Bed

It is so obvious that you are exhausted that even Spock notices.

You protest trying to prove that you're not tired when you trip over your own feet.

Spock catches you in his arms, and in one fell swoop he picks you up in his arms. You quickly wrap your arms around his neck.

"It is all too apparent that you are exhausted (rank)(L/N). I shall escort you to your quarters myself." You could have sworn you saw a smirk.

When your hold slips, he takes it as a sign of further exhaustion. So instead he takes you to his quarters.

It is only logical with his quarters being closer.

His room is far more decorated than you expected. When he sets you on the bed he even removes your shoes and tucks you in.

He sits across from you to make sure you fall asleep.

He may even pull out his harp or read poetry as to ensure you fall asleep faster.

Taking Him to Bed

He let out one of the largest most discrete yawns you had ever seen.

You were almost tempted to ask if he was alright when you noticed the bags under his eyes.

You wrap his arm around your shoulder and insist that he get some sleep before you get Dr. McCoy involved.

"It is illogical for me to continue while I am tired. Can you assist me to my quarters (rank)(L/N)?" You can see a light tint of green brush his cheeks.

You try to take him back to his quarters, but he stumbles a bit and due to his strength you struggle to keep up.

You eventually get him to his quarters by now he's mumbling things that you can't quite make out. (Partly because it's mostly Vulcan.)

When you get him into bed and help him out of his uniform and into his pajamas. He suddenly gets quiet and stares at you.

His eyes are soft and his gaze is sad, almost longing.

He holds his hand out to you as you lower him into bed and pull the covers over him.

His fingers graze your cheek and he whispers something unintelligible in Vulcan. You smile as you take his hand and place it on his chest.

Dr. Leonard McCoy

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Taking You to Bed

Dr. McCoy wastes no time and gives everyone strict orders for bed rest.

He notices you are struggling to pick yourself up after stumbling.

He even lets out an annoyed groan before wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pick you up.

"Come on Doctor's orders, don't make me drag you there." He says

He takes a while to drag you to sick bay. He convinces himself it was just a precaution to make sure you don't have anything else wrong.

He puts you into bed and orders the others to leave the two of you alone.

He's too tired to try and return to his quarters so he takes a bed next to yours.

You're fast asleep by the time he sits down in his own bed. He watches you for a moment wondering what it would be like to snuggle with you.

He shakes the thought from his mind until he feels you grab the back of his shirt. (You're worse than Kirk.)

He tucks you back into place before gently patting your head. He's a doctor, not a teddy bear. (Though he would love to be your teddy bear.)

Taking Him to Bed

He may be a doctor but he is also a hypocrite, even though he orders everyone to bed he insists he's fine.

When he almost falls off the transporter you have to catch him and wrap an arm under him to keep him steady.

He protests slightly but eventually gives up when realizes you're stronger than him.

"Fine, this is ridiculous I'm a doctor, not a baby!" He grumbles

It's almost kind of sweet how he tries to drunkenly tell you how he can take care of himself as you drag him to the sickbay.

It is safer to take him to the sickbay that way other doctors and nurses can keep an eye on him. He tries to protest yet again but he gives up.

You finally get him into a bed and help him out of his uniform and into a pair of spare pajamas.

He gets really quiet when he sees you helping him and not teasing him like Spock or Kirk would.

He knows he'll hear it tomorrow though.

Once you have him tucked in he reaches out to try and touch you but he holds himself back. You notice and decide to give him a peck on the forehead.

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Logos and Pathos (Book 4) Chapter Six

TOS! Spock x Empath! Spouse! Reader

Chapter Six: Emotional Test

Summary: Spock and (Y/N) train cadets and go out on a test flight. (Well, not before spending some time together).

            Spock and (Y/N) sat at their stations, observing the bridge quietly.

            “Leaving Section Fourteen for Section Fifteen,” reported Sulu at the helm.

            “Stand by.” Saavik, a young Vulcan, sat in the Captain’s chair, back straight and professional as ever. “Project parabolic course to avoid entering the Neutral Zone.”

            “Aye, Captain, course change projected,” said Sulu.

            “Captain,” said Uhura. “I’m getting something on the distress channel.”

            “On speakers,” ordered Saavik.

            “Imperative!” A distressed voice appeared over the speakers. “This is the Kobayashi Maru, nineteen periods out of Altair VI. We have struck a gravitic mine and have lost all power. Our hull is penetrated, and we have sustained many casualties.”

            “This is the Starship Enterprise,” said Uhura. “Your message is breaking up. Can you give your coordinates? Repeat. This is starship—”

            “Enterprise—!” said the Kobayashi Maru. “Our position is Gamma Hydra, Section 10.”

            “In the Neutral Zone,” observed Saavik.

            (Y/N) and Spock glanced at her. How would Saavik act in this moment?

            “Hull penetrated, life support systems failing,” said the Kobayashi Maru. “Can you assist us, Enterprise? Can you assist us?”

            “Data on the Kobayashi Maru,” said Saavik.

            The computer beeped. “Subject vessel is third class neutronic fuel carrier, crew of eighty-one, three hundred passengers.”

            “Damn.”

            (Y/N) was amused to hear a Vulcan curse. Spock glanced at them, and (Y/N) smiled.

            Saavik paused as she assessed her possible courses of action. “Mr. Sulu, plot an intercept course.”

            Spock raised a brow.

            “May I remind the Captain that if a starship enters the zone—” began Sulu.

            “I’m aware of my responsibilities, Mr. Sulu,” said Saavik calmly.

            Sulu turned back to the helm. “Estimating two minutes to intercept. Now entering the Neutral Zone.”

            She did it, thought (Y/N).

            “Warning,” said the computer. “We have entered the Neutral Zone. Warning.”

            “We are now in violation of Treaty, Captain,” said Spock, still perfectly composed.

            “Stand by in transporter room, ready to beam survivors aboard,” said Saavik, keeping herself calm—a proper Vulcan.

            Good, not getting flustered. Once you make a decision, you must see it through without fear.

            “Captain, we’ve lost their signal!” alerted (Y/N).

            “Alert,” said Sulu. “Sensors indicate three Klingon cruisers, bearing 3-1-6, mark 4, closing fast.”

            “Visual,” said Saavik. Her tone was clipped. “Battle stations, Activate shields.”

            “Shields activated,” said Sulu.

            “Inform the Klingons we are on a rescue mission,” said Saavik.

            “They’re jamming all frequencies,” reported (Y/N). A good choice from her, but it won’t get her far here.

            “Klingons on attack course and closing,” warned Sulu.

            “We’re in over our heads,” decided Saavik. “Mr. Sulu, get us out of here.”

            “I’ll try, Captain,” said Sulu.

            “Alert!” The computer beeped. “Klingon torpedoes activated.”

            “Evasive action!” ordered Saavik.

            A bang sounded, and the bridge rocked back and forth.

            Saavik held herself in the chair and pressed the comms button, keeping control of herself. “Engineering, damage report.”

            “Main energizer hit, Captain,” reported Scotty.

            “Engage auxiliary power. Prepare to return fire,” ordered Saavik.

            Another explosion shook the bridge, and (Y/N) held onto their seat to keep from falling out. Strong attacks. Bones sprawled across the ground as it trembled.

            “Shields collapsing, Captain!” said a cadet.

            “Fire all phasers,” said Saavik.

            “No power to the weapons, Captain,” said Spock.

            A third explosion rocked the ship.

            “Captain, it’s no use,” said Scotty over the comms. “We’re dead in space.”

            “Activate escape pods. Send out the Log Buoy,” said Saavik. “All hands abandon ship. Repeat, all hands abandon ship.”

            A knock sounded on the door of the bridge. “Alright, open her up.”

            (Y/N) stood as the door slid open and Kirk stepped onto the bridge. Saavik turned around in the captain’s chair and regarded him carefully.

            “Any suggestions, Admiral?” she said. The red alarm lights flashed around her, the alarm blared, but her gaze remained steady.

            “Prayer, Mr. Saavik,” said Kirk. “The Klingons don’t take prisoners.” His aura warmed at the joke. “Lights!”

            The alarms switched off, and the regular lights switched on.

            “Motors on,” said another official, walking in.

            “Trainees, to the briefing room,” said Spock.

            (Y/N) pressed the comms button. “Maintenance Crew, report to Bridge simulator.”

            “Physician, heal thyself,” said Kirk, looking with a grin at Bones.

            He rolled over and pushed himself up. “Is that all you gotta say? What about my performance?”

            “I’m not a drama critic,” said Kirk, and Bones rolled his eyes (but there was no malice, only amusement). He looked at Saavik, still standing in the simulator. “Well, Mr. Saavik, are you going to stay with the sinking ship?”

            “Permission to speak candidly, sir?” said Saavik.

            (Y/N) and Spock shared a look, curious about what she would say. They had guesses, but they didn’t assume.

            “Granted.” Kirk was never one to shy away from honesty.

            “I don’t believe this was a fair assessment of my command abilities,” said Saavik, succinct and to the point.

            “And why not?” remarked Kirk.

            “Because there was no way to win,” said Saavik.

            “A no-win situation is a possibility that every commander may face,” said Kirk. “Has that never occurred to you?”

            “No, sir. It has not,” said Saavik, hands laced behind her back and still composed.

            “How we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life, is it not?” said Kirk.

            Yes, thought (Y/N). Every Starfleet officer would see death. It was how they dealt with it that mattered. They needed to keep their heart and mind in the face of terror and grief, even when it became hard, unbearable. However, (Y/N) knew they had no idea how they’d react if they lost one of their dearest friends or family. Their eyes drifted to Spock. Without him, would I be myself? Or would I lose part of my heart forever? (Y/N) didn’t want to think of it.

            “As I indicated, Admiral, the thought had not occurred to me,” said Saavik.

            Her Vulcan-ness didn’t show any emotion, and (Y/N) remained unsure of what she was feeling. However, (Y/N) had been married to Spock long enough to guess that Saavik was disappointed in herself for not “winning” the test, even though there was no winning. There was only experience.

            Ah, well. She’s young. We all had something to learn then, thought (Y/N).

            Well, now you have something new to think about,” said Kirk. “Carry on.” He turned and headed to the door. Bones, (Y/N), and Spock followed, leaving Saavik in her sinking ship alone.

            “Jim,” said Bones. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just put an experienced crew back on the ship?”

            “We had our second round of fun already, Bones,” chuckled Kirk. “We have to let the next generation have their turn. Galloping around the cosmos is a game for the young, Doctor.”

            (Y/N) and Spock glanced at one another. Interesting thought from Kirk. They didn’t have much of an opinion one way or another. Spock and (Y/N) believed in training good officers for the next generation of starships, but they also believed in their own abilities.

            “Spock, (L/N), aren’t you dead, too?” joked Kirk. “Your ghosts must be loitering to wonder what rating I’ll give your cadets.”

            “I am understandably curious,” said Spock.

            “I was curious to hear Saavik’s thoughts,” said (Y/N). “She is bright and capable, and this was her first time through the simulator.”

            “Fair,” said Kirk. “As for Spock, your cadets destroyed the simulator room and you with it.”

            “The Kobayashi Maru scenario frequently wreaks havoc with students and equipment,” stated Spock, factual as ever. “As I recall, you took the test three times yourself.”

            “With a unique final solution,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “That’s one word for it,” said Bones. “ ‘Unique.’ ”

            “Innovative, is what I’d use,” said Kirk. A glimmer of mischievous amusement shone in his eyes. “It had the virtue of never having been tried.” He looked at Spock and (Y/N) and turned over the book he was carrying. It was physical, so ancient, and an old Earth story—A Tale of Two Cities. “By the way, thank you for this.”

            “We know of your fondness for antiques,” said Spock, inclining his head in acknowledgement.

            “ ‘It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,’ ” said Kirk, quoting the first line of the book. “Message?”

            “None that we’re conscious of,” said Spock.

            “Other than ‘Happy Birthday,’ ” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Captain Spock, Commander (L/N), space shuttle leaving n five minutes,” said the PA system.

            “Where are you two off to, now?” asked Kirk.

            “The Enterprise,” said Spock. “We must check in before your inspection.”

            “And you?” asked (Y/N).

            “Home,” said Kirk, smiling and walking away.

            (Y/N) watched him go. “I wonder if he was serious.”

            “About what?” said Spock.

            “Leaving all command of the Enterprise to younger officers,” said (Y/N). “I know that the next generation is capable, but we’re not…senile or incapable.”

            “Not at all,” said Spock.

            “…I think he wants to be out in the stars. Being an Admiral is far less exciting that a starship captain was,” said (Y/N). “Bones thinks he’s hiding from himself."

            “Hiding from oneself,” mused Spock. “How interesting, that people ignore their own mind.”

            “And heart,” added (Y/N). They paused before smiling. “But, Kirk has his friends. And he’s always been strong. He’ll work things out.”

            “Indeed.” The data of their previous adventures supported (Y/N)’s conclusion.

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            “No matter how many times we do it, I love stepping aboard the Enterprise,” said (Y/N). They walked with Spock through the halls towards their quarters, still prepared to their liking. What else was there to do after checking in and ensuring all cadets were learning their roles and way around the ship properly but to have some fun?

            “It is our ship,” said Spock with unusual (for him) fondness. “Though I find myself ill at ease as the ‘Captain.’ ”

            “You never did go looking for a command position,” said (Y/N). They smiled. “I’m sure Saavik will be ready soon enough.”

            “She progresses well,” said Spock. “However, she has the stubbornness I possessed when young. She must learn the world outside of just logic.”

            “Logic steers you but not the rest of the world,” said (Y/N), nodding. “And that’s something she has to account for.”

            “Precisely,” said Spock, opening she door for (Y/N).

            “Do you know what I think?” said (Y/N) as they stepped in.

            “What?” said Spock.

            “I think Saavik will get the chance to see an excellent captain at work,” said (Y/N).

            “You refer to Admiral Kirk,” said Spock, knowing his spouse.

            “I do,” said (Y/N).

            “Admiral Kirk is not scheduled to come aboard, and we are not currently planning on any test flights,” said Spock.

            “When has Kirk done anything to plan?” said (Y/N).

            “He has…‘unique’ approaches to situations, as you might say,” said Spock.

            (Y/N) chuckled, and Spock glanced at them fondly. He enjoyed their smiles, and no matter how many times he saw one, he was reminded of his fondness every time.

            “He’ll show up, and we’ll go for a flight, I’m sure,” said (Y/N).

            “You’re quite certain,” said Spock.

            “Your intelligence is rubbing off on me,” teased (Y/N), raising two fingers. As Spock smiled softly and touched their fingers with his own, (Y/N) winked. “That, and Bones is going to talk to Kirk and give him a birthday present, and if anyone can talk Kirk out of self-pity and anxiety, it’s Bones. Kirk’ll be flying on the Enterprise within a day.”

            Spock pressed his fingers firmly to (Y/N)’s. “A hypothesis accompanied by logic and your knowledge of Kirk’s emotions.”

            “I’m good at what I do,” said (Y/N), smiling proudly.

            “You are, T’hy’la,” said Spock, gazing at (Y/N) lovingly. They were always attractive when they became efficient. When they put together facts and their own, excellent observations into a logical explanation of something happening, Spock was thrown head-over-heels into a reminder of why he loved them and always would. Intelligence was attractive to everyone; logic was sexy to a Vulcan.

            “Spock,” said (Y/N). “I can feel your emotions.”

            “Ah.” The marriage bond was quite strong, so as Spock gazed at (Y/N) and admired their (sexy) logic, (Y/N) was fully aware of where his mind must be trailing.

            (Y/N) smiled. “Don’t worry. I like them with you.”

            “Oh?” Spock stepped closer.

            “Mhm.” (Y/N) hummed. “And, you know, we have some time until Kirk inevitably arrives…The cadets are busy. It’s the evening recreation hours…”

            They raised their hand and entwined their fingers with Spock’s. He suppressed a shiver as their fingers ran over his, and (Y/N) felt his emotions heighten into flames. They smiled, lifted his hand, and kissed the palm.

            “T’hy’la…” said Spock, voice low. A heavy green blush rested on his cheeks and on his ears.

            “Husband,” said (Y/N), smiling and kissing the back of his hand next.

            “You are testing my self-control,” said Spock, eyes lidded

            “You know I don’t mind when you let go,” said (Y/N).

            With those words and another pass of (Y/N)’s fingers over his, Spock scooped (Y/N) up into his arms. They let out a surprised chuckle, and Spock held them close.

            “Then let go I shall,” said Spock, eyes lidded before he leaned in and kissed them.

            (Y/N) kissed him back, throwing their hands over his neck. “I love you, Spock,” they said softly, smiling.

            “And I love you, T’hy’la.” Spock leaned back in. “I shall show you how much I do.”

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[capan-deveraux2]

More seemingly obscure chrushes I have that seemingly have little to no recent fanfiction

Herbert West

I’m a sucker for nerds, I was/am one. I’m a horror fan and he’s played by Jeffery Combs another actor I seem to have a crush on

Garak

I used to write fanfic and he was the main character I wrote for. One of my favorite Star treks is DS9 and him and Odo were two of my favorite characters from the show. In my first post about my fictional chrushes I believe I wrote about my chrush on Odo. He also loves his family (mother and father) plus arguing/discussion as flirting count me in! But he’s secretive and a liar so I gotta dock like at least one point so 9/10

Shran

Another guy from Star Trek. Played by Jeffery Combs. He’s aggressive but sweet. In the last season you see how sweet he is with his daughter and it brings some feelings out I guess I always fall for a family man 9/10

Death ( Specifically from Supernatural)

We are both foodies, I tend to have a dry or sarcastic humor and he seems to have his shit together and he’s literally death so quite powerful. 8/10

Crowley (also from Supernatural)

The king of hell so also a man of power, he’s got the accent going for him and he’s almost as petty as I am

All in all like at least a 8.5/10

TOS Spock

He’s stubborn and loves cats, he’s half human so he occasionally has “emotional outbursts” all in all 9/10

Nick valentine

I can’t explain it still a solid 8/10

Tos Leonard McCoy

Look at that smile the way his eyes crinkle he’s adorable, and a doctor so he’s smart he also seems emotionally smart 8/10

John Hancock

Once again can’t explain 8/10

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Spock would be so confused by a human partner being embarrassed about natural body things

- “Why would they be offended? You are simply feeding our child. He can not go without nourishment, and your body is the best source of it.”

- Like he will unintentionally embarrass you in public by going up to the person and speaking to them

- Gives you a look when you use a blanket to cover you and baby but let’s you do it

- “Why are you embarrassed? It is simply blood on my sheets. It is perfectly natural, and you can not control when it happens.”

- You have to run to stop him from casually mentioning it when he goes to clean the sheets

- Is adorable and gets you period products to have in his room from then on

- “It seems illogical to worry so much about shaving your body so much. Your body produces hair for a reason, and it certainly does not make you less attractive.”

- He kinda likes when you get a bit hairy or if you prefer not to shave

- Will sass anyone who talks crap about you being hairy

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Chained Up! (Spock)

Description: Spock’s Pon Farr is here and he asks Y/N to chain him up

Warning: Smut

Word Count:1,467

Request: There's not nearly enough people that write for star trek to satisfy me! Can you do tos spock and a female s/o in a pon farr situation?

Y/N tightened the chains on Spock’s arms. “Are you sure about this?” She asked, softly. He had asked her to chain him up during his heat so he wouldn’t hurt her. “It is only logical.” She wanted to roll her eyes. “I could hurt you if I was not chained up.” Though that may be true, Y/N liked things rough. She sat on his lap and smirked, “That is not a wise idea.” She shrugged.

She fake yawned and stretched, her hips slowly grinding on his. He growled and she chuckled, “Mmm Spock.” She moaned and her hips moved a little faster. “You do not know what you are doing.” He growls out as she humps him. “Mmm but I do.” He was hard and big against her clothed pussy. Both of them had on too much clothing.

He wanted so bad to flip them over and take her but he couldn’t and that was a good thing. Her hips were now fast and every thrust a moan left her pretty lips. Growls and groans left him as he struggled against the chains. “Oh Spock.” She moaned and all he wanted to do was give her the best orgasm of her life. Also a baby but that was his heat talking.

“This would feel better if we were nude.” Y/N stopped her hips to both of their dismay. “Great idea.” She said and got off him. He watched with hungry eyes as she stripped off her clothing. She had a smirk on her face as she slowly slid her shirt off leaving her in a lacy white bra. He was drooling and growling at the sight. She placed her hands on her tits and rubbed them, “Oh how I wish these were your hands.” She pouted. He pulled against the chains that were on his arms and legs, “Not a good idea.” She smirked and removed her panties that matched the bra.

Her pussy was wet from the humping and ready for more. His eyes stared at her cunt with need and she chuckled as she went to remove her bra. “I need you to sit on my face.” He growled at her. She felt her wetness drip down her thigh at that. “Well if you say so.” She shrugged but she was so excited. Spock wasn’t a kinky man so this was so hot. She got on the bed and straddled him before moving up to his face. He eyed her pussy and licked his lips.

“Sit.” He told her and she did. She gasped and gripped his hair as he wasted no time diving right in. He wasn’t gonna tease her as it was teasing himself as well. Her pussy tasted great, better than it ever has but that was because of his heat. He needed her so bad that it was almost pathetic. His face was wet with her goo and whined loudly above him. Her hips softly rode his face afraid to hurt him but Spock wasn’t worried about that. His perfect nose was bumping against her clit every thrust as his tongue was inside of her. “Holy shit Spock.” She laughed and moaned.

He hummed against her and the vibration almost made her scream but she remembered that they were still on the enterprise. They would never hear the end of it if anybody heard them. Spock wasn’t worried about that either, he intended to make her scream. The hand that was laced through his hair was pulling a little and the other hand played with her tits. “I wish it was your hand that was touching me.” She whined to him and he growled at her.

Her pussy was going crazy and dripping like crazy. She felt her high near and she could tell that it was going to be a great one. Her breathing turned to panting as she whined his name. Though he didn’t need a warning he could tell she was close. His face was right up against her pussy. He couldn’t give her a signal to tell her to cum but he didn’t have to. Her eyes rolled as she came all over his face.

Her cum dripped into his mouth and down his chin and he was loving every second of it. Her high was perfect and the aftermath was better. Her body felt so relax that she almost forgot that Spock was there. She got up off his face and gasped. Her cum was everywhere. He smirked at her and oh how she wished she could take a picture of him like that. He licked his lips and purred.

She never really heard him purr before but she figures that he was satisfied for now. That was wrong. “Remove my clothing.” He tells her and she was thinking of a way to do it without ruining his uniform. “Do not worry about my uniform.” Wow he was going crazy. She gulped and nodded as she took the knife that she kept in the drawer by the bed and cut his uniform.

She couldn’t believe what she was doing. Her pussy became wet again at the sight of his hairy chest. He was so perfect and sexy, especially without his uniform. His dick was super hard and trying to escape his boxers. She pulled those down and couldn’t help but gasp at the sight. Sure, she’s seen his dick before and they’ve had sex but not like this.

She set the knife aside and took his dick in her hand. He gasped out a curse word in Vulcan that she didn’t understand. “You’re so big and ready for me, Spock.” She said and he moaned. The feeling of her hand was amazing and almost pathetic. He was going to cum from this due to his heat but he wanted to breed her. “I need to be inside of you.” He tells her. She shivered at his words and definitely was not used to him talking like this.

She wanted to tease him more but wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. He was in heat, she should probably give him what he needs. “Y/N please.” She straddled him and lined him up with her soaking wet entrance. He gasped as some of the wetness dripped onto his cock. Her jaw dropped as she sat on him, taking him inside of her.

“Fuck.” She whined. He was too big for her to ever get used to. Spock himself moaned loudly, something he never does. The man wasn’t very vocal during sex. Once he was fully inside of her, Y/N began to move. Her hips moved slow and deep wanting to savor the feeling of him. Spock was growling and moaning as she wasn’t fast enough.

“Faster.” He groaned and she managed to smirk at him. “Eager are we?” She asked through moans. He wanted to break through these chains and fuck her like he means it but he held back. Tried to at least. “Be careful.” He warned her and she giggled before speeding up. “I wish your hands were on me, Spock.” She moans and starts messing with her boobs. Spock stares at her chest with hunger as she plays with her tits. Her hips moved a lot faster and they both were enjoying it.

She loved the sound of Spock moaning and whimpering. “Fuck.” She whined as she adjusted her hips and he was hitting her sweet spot. It was almost as good as him pounding into the spot over and over again until she came. She could feel herself getting closer and closer at that thought. Oh how she wished he was doing that right now but she wasn’t trying to be ungrateful this was great too. Spock twitched  inside of her ready to fill her up with his cum.

He was a gentleman and tried to wait for her to cum first but this time he couldn’t and needed to release. He whined her name loudly as he came, she gasped at the feeling of him cumming inside of her and picked up the speed chasing her release. It all felt so good and with both of them being loud and not caring she came seconds later.

“Spock” She whined as she rode out her high. Her hips stuttered and slowed before stopping completely. Both of them were sweating and panting. “Oh my gosh that was great.” She said and chuckled. Before Spock could say anything Y/N undid the chains. “Okay that was fun. Can’t wait to do that again.” Spock grabbed her body and pinned her down on the bed, “You shouldn’t have done that.” He growled at her. She stared up at him with wide eyes as he fucked he lined himself up with her entrance before fucking her hard.

[generalkenobee]

Would you do Spock headcannons?

Sooooo

•Spock is very reserved in public first of all

•And he won't do anything inappropriate outside of the bedroom, he doesn't want to risk anyone else seeing you in such a vulnerable position

•hand slut, kiss his fingers, hold his hands, run your finger tips up his wrists

•sometimes he likes to be the small spoon and have your hands rest on his chest/belly

•you know how friends will look at each other across the room to communicate? Yeah Spock definitely does that with you, like when Chekov does something stupid he's all like 😑😒

•when it's bed time and you're both laying together, sometimes you'll whisper in his ear about your day and talk to him untill he falls asleep (sensitive ears)

•calling him pet names for the first time? "Baby, honey, sweetheart, my special boy" he is flabbergasted. The affection that you show is something completely foreign and new, it's such a drastic difference from Sarek

•everyone else assumes he's a big strong Vulcan that doesn't need comfort or to be held but you see right through it

•hes talked to you about his mother and how horrible he feels for not giving her the affection she needs as a human when he was younger

•Spock cannot dirty talk you, he does moan and groan, especially when he's getting close. You'd run your hands through his jet black hair, saying how good it all feels and he can't respond. Instead he will give you a kiss on your cheek and grunt in your ear

•big fan of you saying his name "oh Spock.." he's literally spilling inside you the very next second

•very mature (if that makes sense) during sex. He's quiet and reserved and he's the same when you're intimate

•i think that Spock is so gentle but also deliberate during sex because he knows how much stronger and bigger Vulcans are than humans

•one time you called him "my favorite Vulcan" and I just think that made him feel a certain typa way yk?

•you have yelled at Leonard before for calling him a "green blooded hobgoblin" you pointed your finger on his chest and yelled about how it "wasn't funny" and that "you don't know what it's like to be another species" and that made Spock very happy

•the first time he says he loves you was after a very long talk

"I feel as though you would be happier with a human. Someone who can show you as much affection and love as you would need" Spock would say with his hands folded neatly in his lap, not looking at you.

"Spock. I love you so so sooo much, everything about you. You're smart, a talented harp player, handsome, strong, methodical..I love your ears..and your eyes, and your lips and hands...I want to be with you forever! I love you." You had said I love you before but he had never said it back.

"I love you as well."

•he likes to hold your hand when you're alone, your hand is always on his. Always

[writingsfromstarfleet]

[TOS] Spock - Strange Friendships

♫ - Malibu - Miley Cyrus

Admittedly, your exposure to aliens was rather limited. Despite being at Starfleet, your studies mostly wound you up in libraries and hunched over data pads. Very little of your time was spent around other people.

When you were assigned to the Enterprise, you were leading a study in the science labs, reporting to Commander Spock. You weren't scared, per say, but more nervous around him. From what little you knew of Vulcans and what small meeting you had with Spock before, it was quite well known that he was, for the most part, stoic and serious. Not someone you probably could joke with. 

"Lieutenant," Spock called, and you jumped a little before spinning round. This was not an uncommon occurrence, as often his presence made you a little unnerved. "I would like to thank you for turning in your research early, it is appreciated and your hard work has not gone unnoticed."

"Oh, I- well," you stammered, looking for the right words to say. "Thank you, sir. I hope my research aids the studies quicker than first thought."

Dare you say you saw amusement in his eyes?

"Indeed, it will. Perhaps, if you are not busy, we could meet at 19:00 and discuss the topic more? I believe you will be off-duty by that time."

Your brain couldn't function. Did Spock just ask you to dinner? No, stop thinking like that, you told yourself. It's a one-off, just a chat about the experiments, nothing more.

"I would like that, I will see you then."

That became a common thing, it was not a one-off. Every couple of days, yourself and Spock dined together, or at least spent some time together, and ended up talking about a little more than just what was happening down in the science department. 

Conversation had twisted and turned in many ways, and before long you had both opened up about your lives before being stationed on this ship. You told him of your upbringing and he told you of life on Vulcan. He expressed his interests and hobbies and you responded in kind. Weirdly enough, it felt like you had always been friends. 

"Perhaps I could listen to you play one day," you'd said, after Spock had told you about his love of playing the Vulcan harp.

"That would be nice, Lieutenant. I believe I would enjoy that very much," Spock had replied.

There were times where you felt uncertain, or where your mental health had wobbled and you needed support. Spock was there for you, each and every time, to catch your tears and even hold you until things had died down. Doctor McCoy had always marveled at why you called on a Vulcan for emotional help, and couldn't understand when you explained how comfortable you felt with Spock in those moments. 

"I just don't get it, there's humans a plenty on this ship," the doctor spoke, bemusedly. "Why not one of us?"

"Because," you began, partially exasperated from having to explain yourself again. "He may be a Vulcan, Leonard, but he cares. I feel heard when I speak to him, and I know that he won't harbour my worries or fears as his own."

With a humph, Bones would walk away, leaving you to laugh to yourself idly. 

Doctor McCoy's words always left you pondering, though. You did think it was quite funny how a Vulcan could be your closest emotional companion, especially one of your higher ups. But, the universe worked in incredibly strange ways, and it had thrown the two of you together for whatever reason. 

Over tea that night, you both spoke about your friendship. 

"I remember when we first met, Spock. I was frightened of you to begin with. I never thought I would be sat here now, sipping tea and reading together."

He raised a brow. "Frightened of me?"

Your eyes had widened, realising how that had sounded. "Oh, no! Not like that. I guess I just hadn't been exposed to Vulcans at all, but after having had many of these meals with you, I can see my original opinions were way out of bounds. Thank you for being around Spock, you're a good friend to me."

For a second, you could have sworn you saw a smile flash across his face.

"I am glad we are friends too, thank you for trusting me."

Spock was the most unlikely of friends found in the most unlikely of places, but to you that wasn't an issue. 

A friend is a friend, however random, and that was all that mattered.

[captainsophiestark]

Not A Doctor

Bones McCoy x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Star Trek

Summary: Bones' SO hurts themselves on an away mission and has to stitch themselves up as well as they can to buy time for a med evac to the Enterprise

Word Count: 1,533

Category: Fluff, Humor, a little bit of Angst

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Shit," I hissed, pressing a hand to my side as I slid down the wall. When I finally got up the courage to pull my hand back and look, it came away with a lot more blood than I'd hoped to find. I'd fallen pretty far and managed to avoid any broken bones based on my pain levels, but the wound in my side was gaping and looked concerningly serious.

I could practically hear the extended bridge crew chorusing "I told you so" from here.

As if on cue, my communicator beeped. I grimaced, but managed to take it out of my bag and open it to respond.

"What's up?" I groaned.

"Y/N, where are you?" came the voice of Jim Kirk, one of my best friends and the captain of the Enterprise. "Scotty's reporting he can only find two targets to beam up."

Dammit. That figured.

"I'm... not totally sure. I was trying to follow the signature on my tricorder to that plant I've been looking for when the ground just gave way under me. I'm not sure how far I fell, but I hit something pretty hard on the way down and I've got... quite the gash in my side."

Silence on the other end for a few moments, then:

"Hang tight. We're coming to find you."

The communicator hung up with a click, and I sighed, ignoring the flare of pain in my side. I had faith in Jim's determination and ability to find me, especially with Spock here helping him, but I still needed to do something if I wanted to be alive when they found me.

Thankfully, I'd watched my boyfriend, Doctor Leonard McCoy, stich people up often enough that I felt fairly confident I could do a passable job on myself. I dug some sewing supplies out of my bag that I hadn't removed from my last away mission misadventure, and pulled the hem of my shirt up to get a better look at the wound.

I grimaced, gritting my teeth and trying to prepare for this. I'd been so excited to join Kirk and Spock on this away mission. This planet was supposed to have one of the rarest plants in the galaxy, and I'd been looking forward to finding it since I'd first heard we'd be coming here. And now, I was at the bottom of this pit or cave or whatever, slowly bleeding out, without even a picture of the plant to show for it.

Ugh.

I tried to focus on my breathing as I threaded a needle and put it to my skin. I knew the wound needed to be disinfected before I totally closed it, but I didn't have anything on me to do that with, and I knew Bones would be able to take care of it for me if I could manage to get back to him.

I took a few deep breaths to steel myself, then stuck the needle through. I swore loudly and kept up a steady stream of expletives as I sewed up the wound. I pulled it closed as tightly as I dared, then held my jacket to my waist to try to staunch the remainder of the bleeding.

I sighed, long and hard, then leaned my head back against the wall of whatever hole I'd fallen into. I had no idea how long those stitches had taken me, but it certainly hadn't been quick. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too much longer before I heard Jim and Spock stumbling down some passage towards me.

I focused on deep breaths as the pain continued to throb in my side, completely zoning out to the time and environment around me. Finally, I heard some shuffling movement from a slightly more gradual incline up ahead of me. The voices of my friends echoed out, curious and searching.

"Y/N!"

"I'm here!" I called back, my voice a little weaker than normal. I cleared my throat, then tried again. "Here!"

A moment later, my friends came into view. Jim grinned at me as Spock started scanning the space, probably trying to decide on the best way to get me out of here.

"How're you holding up?" asked Jim. I forced a smile.

"Living the dream."

He scoffed, then moved to crouch beside me and put one of my arms over his shoulder.

"Spock! Come help me."

"We'll need to get around the corner and most of the way back up the incline we came down to reach a spot where Mr. Scott can register us," said Spock as he joined us. "There seems to be some property of this rock that's prohibiting the transporter signal from reaching us."

"Great," I huffed, grimacing as my friends pulled me to my feet. Even resting most of my weight on them, I was still seeing spots. "This is gonna be great."

Between the three of us, somehow, we managed to get back into transporter range. I almost lost consciousness at one point, but we'd paused, and I'd managed to pull myself back from the brink. When the Enterprise's transporter room finally materialized before me, the relief was palpable, not least of all because Bones was waiting for me.

"Y/N," he said, jumping to attention and rushing onto the pad to replace Jim at my side. With Spock's help, we started moving immediately for the Med Bay. "What happened?"

"I was following the signature of the plant I was looking for on my tricorder. Then all of a sudden, the ground gave way underneath me. It wasn't a straight drop, I don't think, but I fell a pretty long way, bouncing off the rock slide and the walls of the cave I fell into on the way down. I'm bruised, but I don't think it's anything bad besides the cut on my stomach."

Bones nodded. "We'll get you to Med Bay and make sure."

Luckily, my boyfriend was very good at staying calm and focused in a crisis for his patients. He was completely in the zone as he and Spock helped me into a bed once we reached Med Bay, and then Bones started checking my vitals and assessing my injuries. I watched him carefully for any break in his usual bedside manner to tell me if I needed to be worried about something, but none came.

Hopefully that was a good sign, and not just because he was an incredible doctor.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity to me, Bones returned from his testing and reappeared by  my bedside. His hands were on his hips, but he seemed calmer, and definitely out of intense doctor mode.

"Alright, the good news is you'll be just fine. But I'm still gonna need to disinfect the wound and stitch you up," he said. I gave him the best smile I could muster.

"Sounds like a plan."

He sighed, then gently lifted my shirt high enough to give him access to the gash in my side. The light touch of his fingertips sent goosebumps along my skin, but I did my best to ignore them, especially as Bones frowned.

"What the hell did you do to yourself?" he asked, not looking away from his work on my side.

"Uh... I slammed into a rock. We covered this already, remember?"

"No, I didn't mean your injury." Bones paused and looked up at me, the smallest smile tugging at his lips. "I meant these stitches. Yikes."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, making Bones chuckle as he got back to work.

"Okay, whatever. I'm a biologist, not a doctor, dammit. I think I did a pretty good job, considering the circumstances."

"Mm, I guess so. Barely."

"Hey!" I laughed, hitting him lightly in the shoulder. "You better knock it off or I'm gonna start practicing my stitches on you."

Bones snorted, but I could see the smile on his face as he continued working. Thanks to the medical facilities of the Enterprise, it barely hurt as he undid my messy job and redid it with a much better one of his own.

"So... what are you doing after this?" I asked after a few long moments of letting him work in peace. He paused to look up at me again, one eyebrow raised.

"Don't tell me you're hitting on your own boyfriend after only the low-level painkillers I gave you?"

"I can and will hit on my own boyfriend whenever I want, no painkillers required. But I was mostly asking if you had other patients to deal with after me, or if you'd be free to come cuddle on the couch and eat junk food with me. I think it'd really help speed up my recovery process."

Bones' mouth quirked into a smile again as he put the finishing touches on my stitches.

"Well if it's for the wellness of a patient... I think Nurse Chapel might be willing to take over from me for the rest of the day."

"Thank goodness for Christine."

Bones and I shared a smile, then he returned to his work and I watched him contentedly. Obviously, life and death situations on away missions were never ideal—but I couldn't really bring myself to be upset about how this one had played out, even if I hadn't managed to get my plant in the end.

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[arosebyanyother-name]

Vulcan Philosophy

some Spock fluff and smut for all the autictic babes out there, it can be tough but at least we have Spock!

content warning for explicit content, mention of being suicidal and infertile. hope you all enjoy!

word count: 4224

You pace your cabin, running your fingers through your hair. You need to be medicated, or self medicated at least. What was it you used to do back on earth? Besides drink that is. Your life back there seems so long ago now...

You’d always been prone to bouts of depression, sudden erratic moments, and on earth you’d seen psychologist after psychologist with no long term effect, so you’d taken to philosophy to heal yourself, to alter your perception of the world (sans alcohol), and by extension yourself.

So, you now give yourself an ultimatum; seek out Doctor McCoy, your friend, and confess your dark thoughts to him in the hope of gaining some tranquilising drugs, or journey to the ships physical library whilst everyone else on board sleeps, in search of a philosophy book new and unfamiliar to you. You'd rather not wake Bones, so the answer is simple. You slip a standard issue Starfleet sweater over your slip, don your boots and head out through the halls.

The Enterprise’s physical library is small and comprised mostly of books belonging to the crew. They’d slowly accumulated, and an informal borrowing system was established. On long expeditions a fresh book to lay your eyes on could banish all cabin fever, at least that's what you hope.

The doors to the dimly lit library slide open, and you step inside. The lights switch on, alerted by your presence, and alerting you to a figure standing a few paces in front of you. You jump, a symptom of your usual skittishness, and the figure turns his head to you, slow, calculated, not surprised at all.

“Good evening lieutenant (Y/L/N). Did my presence startle you?” he speaks.

“Evening Captain Spock,” you nod to him. “It’s such a quiet night, I wasn’t expecting anyone to be in here, especially not in the dark.”

“Vulcan eyes are far more sensitive than those of humans. I can see perfectly well in dim light.”

“So I’ve been told…” you both spend a few moments in silence, watching for the other to speak. Spock doesn’t feel the need to say anything more, and you’re trying to calculate what you should say next. “Are you very familiar with the books in this collection?”

“Yes. I have read most of them, 93 to be exact.”

“Do you know if there are any philosophy books here? I’m searching for something new to read.”

“I placed a book on Vulcan philosophical theory here a few weeks ago,” he searches for it, and as he does you study him. He’s stoic, you can hardly read him at all, though he’s more generous than you expected him to be, having only conversed with him in a professional setting. He isn’t cold, thought you has assumed he would be. Spock locates the book and hands it to you, watching you as he does. You take it, and open it.

“Thank you Mr Spock, unfortunately I don’t understand Vulcan. I tried to take a Vulcan language class during my studies, but unfortunately I didn’t have any units to spare,” you reply, handing it back to him. He places it back on the book shelf at eye level.

“You are interested in the Vulcan ways?” he inquires.

“I am. I learned a little about Surak, who I understand to be the founder of your peoples contemporary philosophy, in a philosophy class during my studies, and of course at the academy also. It was very rudimentary, but it certainly piqued my interest.”

As you speak you notice something come across Spock’s face, not an emotion, no, but a glint in his dark Vulcan eyes, something interested, something changed.

“Then perhaps you would allow me to relay the basics of Vulcan philosophy to you in greater detail myself.”

“I’d enjoy that very much Mr Spock, very much,” you reply, and flash a small smile.

“Will you accompany me to my quarters?” he asks. You nod in reply, a little taken aback, trying to hide it. 

Spock is extremely matter of fact, he’s clear. Many people on board speak in vague colourful metaphors that confuse you, so speaking to Spock is incredibly refreshing. The sliding door opens and he extends an arm, allowing you to exit first. This isn’t exactly the solitary night of reading you thought it would be, but you figure it will work much the same to distract you from your racing thoughts.

Spock guides you down the hall and into his quarters, allowing you to enter first. The decor is a welcome change from the sterile design of the Enterprise. It’s warm, cozy even, and quite unexpected.

“Vulcan incense,” you comment absentmindedly, letting your eyes roam the room.

“Does this scent please you?”

“Yes, very much.”

Spock invites you to sit with him on his weaved meditation mat, legs crossed. You face each other, only inches away from touching. He begins speaking almost immediately, embarking on a long and very well structured tangent about logic, self-control and mastry over the mind.

“But logic is only the beginning of self-knowledge, not the end,” He speaks. In an instant you suddenly begin to sob, overwhelmed by your emotions. Bursting into tears out of the blue is an uncommon occurrence for you, and you’re sure you’ve startled Spock with your outburst.

"Has something I've said upset you?" he asks evenly, brought out of his meditative monologue by your heaving sobs. You shake your head, hunching over to hide your face. You can’t speak, and you wouldn’t be able to explain yourself even if you could. Spock assesses you for a moment, brows furrowed, before leaning in closer to you.

"Will you permit me?" Spock asks, and you raise your head to look at him. He’s holding his right hand close to your face, four fingers millimetres away from your skin. You nod your head despite not knowing exactly what’s in store for you. He presses his fingers onto your face, it’s the first contact you’ve had with another human in weeks. You close your eyes and so does he as he begins to probe your mind.

You’re somewhat resistant at first, but quickly come to understand he means you no harm. It’s a strange feeling to connect so intimately, mind to mind, no barriers, no filters, no room for a little white lie.

Before you know it you’ve stopped sobbing, and although you feel much calmer your tears will not stop falling. You can hear him in your mind, so quiet, so calm. He’s found what’s ailing you, and he silences it. You let out a deep breath, feeling more at ease now than you have in weeks. Spock sits with his hand grazing your face for a few more moments before pulling away. He opens his eyes, assessing you silently. You want to thank him, you want to jump up and hug him, make him understand the service he has done for you, but you restrain yourself, an easier task after your meld. The two of you sit in silence for minutes before you choose to speak again, even and tempered.

"You must feel… quite privileged," you comment. Spock furrows his brows in bewinderment. "To be able to traverse two world, to belong to both... yet I understand, from my own experience, that a sense of belonging does not always come easily." You end up sounding more vulnerable than you intended to.

"You understand?"

"I am biracial Captain Spock. For many years I was made to feel I didn't belong anywhere, though eventually I did find my own way, and was able to traverse between those two words contained within me," after you finish speaking Spock doesn't say a word, and the intensity with which he is watching you makes you speak again, going back on your own words. "I recognise, however, the vast difference between belonging to two seperate planets and two seperate countries. Maybe we are not so alike after all."

"Perhaps, lieutenant, we are more alike than even you would believe."

You think you hear emotion in his speech, affection, meaning beyond his words, but you’re quick to brush it off. You’ve been wrong about these things before, and there's no telling how wrong you could be when it comes to the emotions of a Vulcan (or lack there of).

“You must be tired,” you comment, standing.

“Vulcan’s require far less sleep than humans do,” he retorts innocently. You take his words point blank, attributing no other meaning to them.

“That I did not know Mr Spock. You will have to tell me more about Vulcan physiology sometime… sometime soon,” you walk to his door, and pause. “I might have been up all night but you have quieted my mind. Thank you.”

“You are welcome Lieutenant,” Spock says as he stands.

“And I like your Chagall,” you comment, gesturing toward the brightly coloured impressionistic figurative painting on his wall.

“You know his work?” Spock asks curiously. Evidently most people in Starfleet don’t appreciate art as much as they probably should.

“I specialise in art history and medical history. Chagall is a favourite painter of mine. His work touches me…” you trail off slightly, recognising your own vulnerability.

“Adam and Eve expelled from paradise, based on the old earth myth. It serves as a reminder that all things must come to an end,” he tells you, joining you at the door to his quarters.

“Yet many endings make way for beginnings also Mr Spock. Now, I will bid you goodnight.” You hush to a whisper. "Goodnight..."

As his door opens you feel him place something in your hand, and as you look down you see that it’s some of his Vulcan incense. His fingers touch yours briefly, and you feel a surge of energy move through you. Spock seems to shiver as he pulls his hand away, leaving you with the incense.

“Goodnight Lieutenant,” he says, and without saying another word you leave. He is left feeling somewhat puzzled, by your words, and by the sudden appearance of his ‘feelings’. You walk back to your quarters with a coy smile on your lips, staring down at the ‘gift’ Spock has given to you.

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“Doctor?” you come knocking. The doctor has just sat down in his office connected to the med bay, preparing to eat his lunch.

“What’s wrong?” McCoy asks, already antsy, placing a spoon full of food back onto his plate.

“Nothing, nothing. I just came to chat,” you reply. You stand there for a moment awkwardly, McCoy staring at you with a puzzled look, then he works out what you’re waiting for.

“Will you please sit?” he asks, short temper evident despite his well meaning.

“Thank you… I spoke with captain Spock last night.”

“Is that so?” McCoy raises an eyebrow, taking a bite of his food.

“He melded with me,” you say finally. McCoy is shocked by your words, and by their abruptness.

“He what!?”

“He melded with me, last night. I was in a moment of crisis and he helped me, he fixed me, however momentarily.”

“How many times do I need to tell you that you do not need to be fixed, there is nothing wrong with you!” he yells. You look down to your hands, entwined anxiously in your lap, and nod. You know he’s right. “And how are you feeling today?”

“Better than I did yesterday, much better, but… distracted,” you reply, and he eyes you, silently telling you to elaborate. “I’m ovulating, I feel… itchy."

"Well I do believe you'll be able to deal with that yourself," he replies... you have other ideas.

Hours after leacing Mccoy's office he recieves yet another visitor.

“Dr McCoy, I do believe that Lieutenant (Y/N) is autistic,” Spock states in his usual matter of fact manner, completely unprovoked. McCoy looks up from a pile of paperwork as Spock interrupts his first moment of peace today. Sighing, McCoy sets down his pen and leans back in his chair.

“Being as I’m her doctor Spock don’t you think that’s something I’d already know?” he retorts, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I cannot always be certain what you, as a doctor, know or do not know. Your observational skills are often lacking,” Spock replies, meaning no real malice. “She is also suicidal, sometimes else I thought should be brought to your attention... the concept of wanting to end ones own life is something I have never been able to understand.”

“Well aren’t you lucky,” McCoy huffs. “And don’t go telling other people what you just told me. That’s between (Y/N) and her doctor, it’s not for you to interfere. Knowing you you’ll probably louse things up even worse for her before you even realise it."

“And how exactly would I do that?” Spock retorts, sass evident.

“With your goddamn Vulcan mind probing, that’s how! You’re liable to send her into catatonia before you help her!”

“But doctor, I’ve already helped her,” Spock states calmly. McCoy stares blankly at him, silently cursing his obstinacy. “You can not cure her, no more than you can cure me of being Vulcan. You can not medicate her, you can not psychoanalyse her. (Y/N) is unable to control her reaction to others without serious repercussions, she is unable to regulate her own nervous system, control her emotions or her thoughts. I can quiet her mind, I can help her, and I intend to.”

“A Vulcan’s calculated risk, I guess there’s no point in arguing then, with you at least.”

“No.”

“Well, I have work to do and people who actually need my help.”

“I know you are fond of her doctor, I will not hurt her. She is... an intriguing human being.”

“Oh, is that what they call it on Vulcan?” 

“Call what, doctor?” Spock asks, but McCoy goes right back to his paperwork without another word. 

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You've had a day and a half, everything seemed to overwhelm you, not least of which was the throbbing of your cunt and ovaries. You wriggle in your chair as you finish up your work day, unable to get the scent of Vulcan incense out of your mind. You can't take much more of this aching, and the closeness of your mind meld with Spock from the night before is painfully tantalising. Having finished working you practically spring down the hall to the Vulcan's door, thoughts racing, your bodily needs increasing. Reaching his door you knock, hoping he's alone inside. You've waited all day, you don't want to have to wait any longer to see him.

“Spock?”

“Yes."

“Mind meld with me,” you request, and he doesn’t question you. He trusts he will understand your intentions in time.

Spock places a hand on your shoulder and ushers you inside his quarters, closing the door behind you. He doesn’t ask you to sit down, nor does he wait for you to get comfortable; he senses your urgency. He takes a step towards you, and for the second time now he places four fingers to your face, meeting no resistance. You close your eyes.

Hesitance, though, he senses two fold. ‘Only if you want to’ he hears, ‘only if you want to’, then probes deeper. Suddenly your intentions are clear to him, abundantly clear, and you find yourself justifying your own thoughts, over explaining. A result of having spent so much of your life being misunderstood you now want him to understand absolutely everything. 

You open your eyes once again and find Spock staring at you. You shiver under his gaze, complete unable to read him; you can hear him though, or rather feel him, going deeper, deeper. It’s evident to you that he’s searching for a more logical explanation.

“Spock,” you whisper, your patience waining. You’ve given him all he needs, and willingly. You can sense his understanding. He reaches down with his free hand and brushes his index and middle fingers against yours before breaking the meld. “Spock,” you say again, even quieter now, pressing your fingers against his. He begins to run his hands over every part of your naked flesh, your hands and forearms, your face, lips, neck, chest. Vulcan fingers have more nerve endings than those of humans, you remember hearing that in the context of a dirty joke during your cadet days, so as much as you want to ask him what he’s feeling, how he experiences the sensation of his skin against your skin, you need not ask.

When he reaches your collar bones you reach down and pull your Starfleet dress over your head from the hem, leaving your body clad in a brasire are shorts. You turn your back to Spock and he reaches towards you, unclasping your bra. You let it drop to the floor, and drop your shorts also before turning back to him, now fully naked.

“Fascinating,” he comments quietly, and you notice a light green flush come over his cheeks. How handsome he looks in the dim candlelight of his room. You need him, now more than ever.

He does not stop to ask for your consent when he reaches your clevage, he knows for certain he does not need to. 

Feeling down he caresses your breasts, a hand on each. You feel his hands trembling slightly as they brush over your hard nipples.

“(Y/N),” Spock says breathily.

“Spock,” you reply. Reaching forward you run your hands over his clothed chest. Closing your eyes you savour the feeling. He grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head, dropping it on a nearby table. He’s hairy, and you didn’t expect that, but you enjoy it. You drop to your knees, caressing his hips and belly from below. “Please let me pleasure you,” you practically beg, eyes hungry and eyelids heavy. Spock takes a deep breath in, blinking hard, as if snapping himself out of some trance. His cool demeanor is quickly fading. 

“Vulcan physiology,” he begins to explain breathlessly, but you shake your head.

“Don’t talk, just show me. Please.”

Spock caresses your hair before turning his back to you, walking to his bathroom. You sigh, sitting back on your heels. You think your adamancy has scared him away. As you consider whether or not to get up and leave his quarters he produces himself from the bathroom, void of all clothes. You run your eyes over his body, this is the first time you’ll sleep with a non-Terran.

Of course your gaze eventually stops at his half hard cock, at least you assume it’s half hard. It looks somewhat similar to a human penis except the head comes to a slight point and has three rims. It excites you. He walks closer to you and you notice that he’s hairy all over, and that his cock is slightly barbed, rough looking, like nothing you’ve ever seen. It’s tinted green and slightly darker than the rest of his completion. You rock back onto your knees, looking up at your soon to be lover.

“May I?” you ask, and he lays a hand on your shoulder. You sense the answer even without him speaking. You take his Vulcan cock in your hand, stroking it a few times. It’s a strange sensation to you, like he wants to cling to your hand, to your every move. You notice he doesn't have testicles, they're internal you decide. Spock stares down at you with no expression on his face at all, so you make your next move, taking his hung cock in your mouth, just the tip at first, swirling your tongue around it, then you go deeper.

Spock’s body twitches, and as you look up at him, bobbing your head up and down, you see he’s raised an eyebrow. You’ve finally gotten to him, you think to yourself, he’s no longer able to project his appearance perfect composure. You find yourself wondering if blow jobs are common amongst Vulcans, you decide they aren’t.

Placing a hand on your shoulder now Spock slowly eases you off of his cock, rubbing your shoulder in circles. He needs you, in the biblical sense, and you can sense it. You can feel his lust radiating off of him. 

“Lie on the bed,” he finally speaks aloud, voice even and gruff, and taking your hand he helps you to your feet. You sit on the edge of his bed and shimmy your way up to his pillows, spreading your legs for him. He furrows his eyebrows, his lust for you growing. 

Spock climbs onto his bed, kneeling by your feet, then pulls you closer to him with a firm grip on your thighs. You breathe out a desperate moan, eyes closing, back arching. Knowing, even without seeing, that he is looking at you, you nod, and the Vulcan enters you, slowly, comfortably. He exhailes a sharp breath and you grasp for his left arm. Spock begins to move in and out of you, the multiple rims on his cock rubbing you just right. During his lovemaking your mind forgets all else, solely focused on the joing of your two bodies, as well as your minds, completely, holistically, in the persuit of a totally mutual pleasurable ecstacy. 

Eventually Spock lets his forehead rest on yours, both of you grunting in unison with each thrust. You haven’t been this close to a person in... in years, and for Spock it has been significantly longer than that. You wrap your arms around his body and pull him closer to you, closer to you, until you're practically one. Spock reaches down for your clit amd begins to rub it in circles, causing a gurgled cry to leave your lips.

"Spock!" you cry into his neck, tears prickling your eyes as he finally pushes you over the edge. Your body convulses as his tenses, and Spock exhales grunt after grunt into the smokey air, the pleasure of his cock melding with the pleasure of his fingers.

You both come down slowly, panting and wet, and to your amazememnt Spock embraces you as you lay beside one another, holding you with just the right amount of pressure to calm you from your reeling orgasm. Spock smoothes your hair, and minutes later he speaks again.

“I understand your reasons, but I do not accept them,” he says suddenly in a way that sounds very calculated to you, as if he’d spent minutes deciding on what should be said.

“What do you mean?” you question, turning to him with furrowed brows.

“I am old,” he states, as if that were not obvious to you. 

“And I have never related to people my own age, not even to people like myself,” you explain.

“That still does not account for physical attraction,” he tells you.

“Even after our lovemaking you doubt my physical sttrsction to you?”

“Being physically attracted to a man my age is not logical.” “And was it not you who said that logic is only the beginning of self-knowledge?” “Yes,” he replies, not quite taking your point. 

“It would be logical for me to find a mate, yes?” you ask, and Spock nods once. “But to my knowledge I am infertile, I have no need for a mate, nor would I choose anyone my own age if I did… your physical appearance is very pleasing to me Spock.” “As is yours to me,” he replies instantly.

“And surely, as a human, I need not be governed solely by logic. We are illogical by design, though to me my attraction to you seems very logical.”

You stand and begin to walk towards Spock’s bathroom in order to clean yourself up. Feeling liquid trickle down your thighs you look down to inspect yourself, and are surprised to see a dark substance escaping from you.

“Oh, that’s funny.” you comment. “I think I’ve started menstruating.”

“That is merely my Vulcan semen,” he informs you, and immidately your cheeks heat up. Spock is quick to notice the change in your colouring. “Do not be embarrased, you did not know,” he reassures you. Spock rises also now, making his way to his bathroom to retrieve a clean damp cloth for you. “Sit,” he says gently, and you sit on a stool made of wood from his home planet. He crouches down before you and cleans you up. He’s attentive, and so gentle. You’re so shocked by this show of affection that you don’t know what to say, but Spock can sense this. “I hope this will not be the last time we partake in this entanglement,” he stands, sits beside you on the stool and lays the cloth beside him. “It would displease me if it were.”

You wrap your arms around him suddenly, pulling his naked body to yours. Spock does not know how to respond at first but quickly becomes comfortable in your embrace, content even. He pulls you to him also, rubbing his hands up and down the expanse of your bare back. 

“Will you allow to teach you the Vulcan ways?” he asks.

“I’d be delighted Spock,” you pause for a moment, reveling in the sound of his breath and the feeling of his heart beating against your side before you speak again. “Do not let me go.”

Your intended double meaning is not lost on him.

“I do not intend to.”

[multi-fandomedfreak]

Star Trek TOS // Dating Headcanons

Authors note: I just loveee Jim and Spock in TOS they’re just so baby girl

(also guess who’s back 😏)

Pairings: Spock x reader, Jim x reader

⚠️Warnings⚠️: None

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🖖Spock 🖖

-Love languages are touch and words of affirmation [CHANGE MY MIND]

-He would looove to hear you compliment him any time of the day

-Most definitely melts at your touch and it's obvious

-bro legit sucks at hiding it, tbh it’s kind of adorable lol

-Oh especially when you oh so barely touch his hands or his ears, like your ghosting over them, and he's putty in your hands lol

-He can’t handle anyone else touching him tho

-Will. Not. Leave you alone

-I’m being dead serious

-Like sure he may look like he enjoys his solitude more than the average person

-But he loves to be around the people he loves most

-Even if he’s not directly interacting with them, he just likes being in the same room

-If you’re just reading together on the couch in silence together?? Bros enjoying every bit of it

-AND IF YOU OCCASIONALLY TOUCH HIS HAND EVERY NOW AGAIN??

-His face is probably a bright green shade the whole time

-I will die on the hill that Spock loves being touchy with people he deeply trusts and loves

💖 Jim 💖

-AHWKDNFBA PREPARE FOR AFFECTION

-Will kiss you no matter where you are (that’s a threat)

-Well unless you don’t like excess pda ofc, he respects your boundaries

-Pretty sure he’ll fight whoever doesn’t

-AFFECTIONATE TOUCHES ALL THE TIME

-Walking together? He’s holding your hand

-Sitting next to each other? Either an arm wrapped around your shoulders or a hand on your thigh/knee

-He’s guiding you somewhere? A hand on your lower back

-Hotel? Trivago.

-Shoulder Grip™️ almost every day

-Mostly cuz that’s how’s he likes to pull you in for a kiss

-Loves and I mean LOVES leaving small love bites on you, especially on places only he can see. It makes it feel more intimate to him

-If you ever bandage him up after he’s hurt, he insists that you kiss where it hurts (according to him it instantly heals it)

-Also asks Bones to back him up on that

(Spoiler: he doesn’t)

-This man gives the best hugs, they’re literally so warm and cozy and I will die on that hill

[ensignsimp]

Love Languages TOS HCs: Kirk, Spock, McCoy

Prompts: How do the TOS Kirk, Spock, and McCoy show their love and what are some things they love to do with their partner.

James T. Kirk

Words of Affirmation

He loves to give pep talks, and enjoys receiving them when he needs them.

When you call him "Captain or Sir" in the gentlest tones he practically melts.

If you run your fingers through his hair and call him a "Good Boy or Good Captain.", he feels completely renewed and invigorated.

He'll call you all sorts of cute pet names; "Sunshine, Honey-Bun, Sweetie."

But he needs you when he calls you; "My Sunshine, My Star, My Ensign."

He'll lay in your lap while you stroke his hair and remind him of how great of a leader he is, and how much you love him.

"Ensign, I need you. I need my sunshine."

Physical Touch

He feels so lonely when he can't hold your hand.

While on the bridge he gives you firm pats on the back, ruffles your hair, kisses your hand, or even sneaky hugs from behind.

If you initiate the physical touch that is even better, he can practically feel the love flowing from your fingers.

During your off-hours, he will constantly be looking for cuddles and snuggles.

He even whines and groans if he has to get up or if you have to get up. He's so cute when he's pouty.

He loves to lay in your lap and have you run your fingers through his hair while you read to him.

Jim: "I feel so lost without you, take me in your arms, and promise to never let go."

Ensign (L/N): "Jim, we're working and you're standing five feet away from me."

Jim: "That's too far!"

Quality Time

He wants to spend as much time with you as possible, but he wants to make it meaningful.

The two of you read to each other, as well as play games, dance, and do a variety of other things.

He likes to have "in-quarters" dates because he feels like he can be more of himself around you.

He loves to have movie dates where you take turns picking movies and making snacks.

He will totally do your nails and braid your hair.

You two will most definitely hold the best slumber parties in Star Fleet history.

"I think this shade suits you better don't you think? After this, we can watch that new rom-com that just came out on Vulcan."

S'Chn T'Gai Spock

Acts of Service

In Vulcan Culture what you do for each other is more than what you say.

While he loves to help you and ensure you're well taken care of, when you do the same for him he knows that you care.

If you notice that he may be overwhelmed and step in to assist him you can practically hear his heart pounding.

He always appreciates it if you help him with the task and work on it together.

If you forgot to finish a report don't worry he'll help you finish.

If he is struggling on the bridge, you're there to take orders and provide additional aid!

Spock: "Thank you for your help, Ensign. I appreciate the assistance."

McCoy: "Get a room!"

Quality Time

He loves it when you spend time together, even if it's some mindless task or chore.

He does try to find more interesting ways of spending time together.

He may teach you things about his culture; how to read, write, and speak Vulcan, how to play the Vulcan Harp, and how to cook Vulcan meals.

He may ask you to show him things you enjoy; your favorite books, your favorite meals, your favorite activities, etc.

He may even propose trying new things together; such as taking a class or workshop.

Anything and everything he can do with you is always greatly appreciated by him.

"If you are interested in further study might I recommend this. I think you may enjoy it."

Physical Touch

He is so touch-starved, and all he wants to do is hold hands.

When you first hold hands it was a bit of a shock to feel your minds link.

Soon the two of you could barely keep your hands off of each other.

He's always reaching out for an ozh'esta (* finger embrace). (Just like his father. *cough**cough*)

When the two of you are alone in your quarters he enjoys sitting across from you, pressing his forehead against yours and holding your hands.

He feels so comforted by your touch. You ease his mind bringing him so much warmth and comfort.

" When I am with you, it is as if I have found another part of myself I did not know I was missing."

Leonard McCoy

Quality Time

McCoy values time with you above all else.

He prefers to spend his off hours wrapped up in a large fluffy blanket cuddled with you.

He does like to do fun things like take you dancing or going for moonlit shore walks.

But because he spends most of his time in sickbay he prefers to sit and not move as much as possible.

He feels bad that he can't do what a younger partner might.

But you always reassure him by greeting him in your pajamas and a fuzzy robe.

Ensign L/N: *wearing an old fuzzy bathrobe and slippers* "You want to stay in tonight? I found an old western movie and picked up some ice cream from the commissary."

McCoy: *trying not to cry* "That's the best idea I've heard all day. I love you so much damn it."

Acts of Service

He hates to see you get hurt but always loves it when you visit him.

When you get sick or hurt he stops everything he's doing to help you.

When he gets sick or hurt and you stop everything you're doing to help him, he's a mess.

He kind of likes it when you're bossy with him, making sure he's drinking water and eating.

You always make sure he's well looked after and you always visit him regularly.

A doctor's favorite patient may be one he doesn't see but he'd prefer if you stop by now and again.

"Stop your belly-achin' and relax. I'll check on you again soon. You're lucky I love you so much."

Words of Affirmation

He doesn't show it often but he can get insecure about your relationship.

He doesn't feel like he's up to the task like he used to be when it comes to romance.

You'll sometimes see him looking in the mirror longer or running his hands over his stomach.

But when you compliment him or tell him how much you love him all of his worries disappear.

He gets all grumpy at first until you coax out the truth.

He will let you know what is bothering him and you'll make sure to help him through it one step at a time.

"Some days I don't even know why you'd want to spend time with an old man like me. But I always appreciate that you do."

[embassy-of-fiction]

TOS Spock NSFW Headcanons

Time for everyone's favorite Vulcan.

He gets nervous about having himself exposed even if it’s with someone he’s close to

The tips of his ears can be just as sensitive as his hands in the middle of sex

Playing with his hands is a sure fire way to get him fired up (ie. sucking on them)

If he’s topping, there’ll be plenty of marks left all over his s/o’s body that can be hidden by a uniform

If he’s bottoming, you better be willing to leave quite a number of marks on him to remember you throughout his work day

Has a secret box with a couple of specially made toys that he doesn’t like to bring up

Is willing to have sex in places that are not the bedroom, but will still say that it is illogical

Is a fan of wearing lingerie under his clothes when he’s able, will say that it’s for rebellious reasons

Adores mind melding during sex so the both of you can feel even more of what the other is feeling

[anonymousewrites]

Logos and Pathos (Book 4) Chapter Three

TOS! Spock x Empath! Spouse! Reader

Chapter Three: Intruder Request

Summary: The Ilia-Probe comes aboard, and the Enterprise tries a unique tactic. Spock takes matters into his own hands.

            Ilia’s face stared out at the shocked group. Spock raised a brow. (Y/N) furrowed their own. They felt only very slight emotion coming from Ilia where they had sensed a normal amount before she had—This was not Ilia as completely herself.

            “You are the Kirk-Unit.” She looked at Kirk evenly. “You will assist me.” Her voice was flat, mechanical. “I’ve been programmed by V’Ger to observe and record the normal functions of the carbon-based units infesting the U.S.S. Enterprise.”

            Once again, only a true acknowledgement of the machines, the computers. This “V’Ger” must not be carbon-based. Interesting. (Y/N) tilted their head as they watched Ilia.

            She stepped out of the sonic shower, dressed in a plain white dress. A red glowing bulb sat at her neck, another robotic piece of the puzzle.

            “Bones, tricorder,” said Kirk. Bones nodded while Kirk stepped forward. “Who is V’Ger?”

            “V’Ger is that which programmed me,” said Ilia.

            “Is V’Ger the name of the captain of the alien vessel?” asked Kirk.

            “Jim, this is a mechanism,” said Bones, looking up from his tricorder.

            “A probe, Captain,” said Spock. He looked at the red glass. “No doubt a sensor-transceiver combination recording everything we say and do.”

            “Where is Lieutenant Ilia?” questioned Kirk of the probe.

            “That unit no longer functions,” said the probe.

            (Y/N)’s gaze went to the ground in a moment of morning before they looked back.

            “I’ve been given its form to more readily communicate with the carbon-based units infesting Enterprise,” said the probe.

            “(L/N)?” said Kirk, glancing at them.

            “Very few emotions to sense, Captain,” said (Y/N). “Barely anything. No signs of deception within those, though.”

            “Carbon-based units?” said the security guard.

            “Humans,” said Bones. “Vulcans. Celians. Us.”

            “Why does V’Ger travel to the third planet of the solar system directly ahead?” asked Kirk.

            “To find the Creator,” replied the probe.

            Hm. (Y/N) exchanged an interested glance with Spock.

            “To find the Creator?” repeated Kirk. “Whose…What does V’Ger want with the Creator?”

            “To join with him,” said the probe.

            “To join with the Creator how?” said (Y/N).

            “V’Ger and the Creator will become one,” said the probe unhelpfully.

            “And who is the Creator?” said Spock, attempting another line of questioning.

            “The Creator is that which created V’Ger,” said the probe.

            That clears that up, thought (Y/N) with a sigh. “Who is V’Ger?” they tried.

            “V’Ger is that which seeks the Creator,” said the probe matter-of-factly. Then, it turned and straightened even further. “I am ready to commence my observations.”

            “Doctor, a thorough examination of this probe might provide some insight into those who manufactured it and how to deal with them,” said Spock.

            “Non-invasive,” said (Y/N). “To hurt the probe would be an affront to a vessel that can destroy us.”

            “Oh, god, you talk like him now,” groaned Bones.

            “I do my job,” said (Y/N), smiling at him.

            Spock rather liked when they got efficient and logical. He loved them as they were, but there was something especially attractive when they were so engrossed in their job and just perfect at it. (Vulcans had interesting turn-ons in partners, not that most would admit it).

            “Ilia-Unit, uh, Probe, would you accompany our doctor to Sickbay?” said (Y/N).

            “I am programmed to observe and record only the normal functioning of the carbon-based units,” said the probe.

            “The examination is a normal function,” said (Y/N). “We undergo them regularly for our health.”

            “You may proceed,” said the probe to Bones, and when he stepped to the door, it followed.

            “I’m glad we have you, (L/N),” said Kirk.

            “Starfleet asked for me for my expertise for a reason,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “You are the only true expert,” said Spock.

            “Spock, I thought you didn’t lie,” said (Y/N), chuckling.

            “I don’t think he believes it could be a lie,” said Kirk, cracking a small smile.

            Spock didn’t dignify that with a response. He loved his spouse. He would never lie about what he thought of them—the fact that it was all positive notwithstanding.

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            The probe lay staring blankly up at the machine as it scanned. Bones examined the reports of the machine, and Spock, (Y/N), and Kirk awaited his information.

            “Micro-miniature hydraulics,” said Bones. “Sensors, and molecular-sized multi-processor chips.”

            The doors of Sickbay slid opened, and Decker stepped in. Instantly, the room filled with anger and shock as he saw Ilia’s face on the probe. He looked like he was going to speak, but his shoulders dropped mournfully, sadness overtaking his surprise. Decker remained silent as he stood to watch the report continue. He hadn’t expected the probe to wear the woman he obviously loved’s face—(Y/N) always knew these things—but he had the sense to try to remain calm.

            “And take a look at this,” said Bones. “An osmotic micro-pump. The smallest body functions are exactly duplicated. Every endocrine system is the same, too. Even eye moisture.”

            Decker gazed down at the probe, and its head turned to see him. (Y/N) started as the probe’s hair raised and its lips parted upon seeing him.

            “Decker.”

            More emotion than (Y/N) had felt so far in the probe emanated from her with that one word; with it, (Y/N) understood for certain that something was left of Ilia within the perfect mechanical replication.

            “Fascinating. Not ‘Decker-Unit?’ ” observed Spock.

            “She felt something more than a blank baseline when she saw him,” said (Y/N) softly.

            “She? You think—”

            (Y/N) nodded in response to Kirk. “A perfect replica, feelings and everything.”

            “A machine with emotions?” said Bones.

            “Why not?” said (Y/N). They’d seen stranger. Besides, emotions hardly followed logic. Why couldn’t a probe made with the heart of woman who loved someone retain some of that? The world had created more miracles than that. Love was a magical thing, after all.

            “Gentlemen,” said Kirk, drawing the group aside. “Will.” He caught Decker’s attention and drew him into the hall. Better to have the rest of this discussion without the probe overhearing.

            “What happened to her?” said Decker, grief evident in his voice even as he attempted to keep himself level-headed.

            He does have the makings of a great captain, thought (Y/N) approvingly.

            “Captain, this probe may be our only key to the aliens,” said Spock.

            “Probe? Ilia is the probe?” said Decker.

            “Exactly. It is a programmed mechanism, Commander,” said Spock. “Its body duplicates our navigator in precise detail.”

            “But beneath that programming, Ilia’s real memories and…self are in some way copied, too,” said (Y/N). “They created a perfect copy, and that means she has the same…feelings she had when alive when she looks at you. There aren’t any feelings to truly sense in the probe—which, in itself, is strange since it’s a machine—but she does feel more when she sees you.”

            “Ilia’s memory, her feelings of loyalty, friendship, might all be there,” said Kirk.

            “Evidently,” said Spock. A long time ago he wouldn’t believe it. This was a machine, after all. But it made complete sense, and he had seen the power of emotions, the heart, and memory time and time again. His spouse was powerful due to those illogical notions. He would never discount them.

            “You had a relationship with Lieutenant Ilia, Commander Decker—” upon seeing Decker’s eyes widen, (Y/N) smiled ruefully “—Your emotions upon losing her showed that clearly.”

            “Well-Yes-But that probe, in another form, killed Ilia!” said Decker.

            “Commander,” said Kirk. “Will. We’re locked in an alien vessel, six hours from Earth’s orbit. Our only contact with our captor is that probe. If we could control it, persuade it, use it—even just get more information—”

            Crack!

            They all jumped as the wall was torn open. Calmly, the probe stepped through as if it hadn’t broken through a metal wall without a problem.

            “I have recorded enough here,” it said, monotone once more. “You will now assist me further.”

            Kirk glanced at (Y/N), and they stepped forward. “The Decker-Unit will assist you with greater efficiency,” said (Y/N).

            The probe’s gaze lowered with true confusion, and she—this felt like Ilia once more—looked at Decker. He gazed back at Ilia’s face with a tiny smile. He was angry at the probe for what it had done to her, but when he saw her face, he couldn’t help but soften slightly. Such was the case for those with a heart.

            “You have your assignment, Commander,” said Kirk.

            “Aye, sir,” said Decker.

            The probe stepped to the door, and it opened. The probe walked out, and Decker followed, letting the door close behind them.

            “I am concerned with that being our only source of information,” said Spock, lacing his hands behind his back.

            “Well, what else can we do?” said Kirk.

            Spock just looked at the door again. (Y/N) frowned as they felt something course through their marriage bond, a sense of resolution within worry. They glanced at their husband with a furrowed brow.

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            Kirk and (Y/N) sat forward in their chairs as they watched the security monitors. On the screen, Decker was giving the probe a tour of the Enterprise, answering questions as they went. He was careful not to reveal anything sensitive or important for their defensive position, but the probe appeared satisfied with each answer it was given.

            Bones entered and looked at the screen. “How is it going?”

            “He’s sitting the probe down for chess,” said (Y/N). “It’s likely something he and Ilia did together. Good. That will prompt more memories.” They nodded approvingly.

            “An audio-visual association,” agreed Bones.

            On the screen, Decker and Ilia gazed at one another—more and more of Ilia was breaking through. For a moment, her brow creased, and her expression turned oh-so gentle. Then it hardened, turning unreadable. The probe turned away.

            (Y/N) frowned. “The programming is hard to overcome, it seems.”

            “Why does Enterprise required the presence of carbon units?” asked the probe, the camera following it as it walked around the recreation room.

            “Enterprise would be unable to function without carbon units,” said Decker.

            “More data concerning this functioning is necessary before carbon units can be patterned for data storage,” said the probe.

            “That doesn’t sound good,” said (Y/N), frowning.

            “What an understatement,” said Bones.

            “What does that mean?” said Decker on the screen.

            “When my examination is complete, all carbon units will be reduced to data patterns,” said the probe.

            “Definitely not good,” said Kirk grimacing.

            “Not good? That’s beyond that,” said Bones, waving a hand.

            “Within you are the memory patterns of a certain carbon unit,” said Decker, stepping forwards towards the probe. “If I can help you revive those patterns, you could understand our functions better.”

            “That is logical. You may proceed,” said the probe.

            “Spock would be proud of that statement,” said Bones wryly. He paused. “Speaking of, where is the pointy-eared man of logic?”

            “He said he wanted to work on attempting more scans of the alien ship,” said Kirk. “To get more information.”

            (Y/N) paused. “That’s what he said?”

            “Yes,” said Kirk.

            (Y/N) felt their stomach flip over worriedly. “Spock knows that there is no way through the shields reflecting our scans back,” they said slowly.

            “He thinks we could make contact in some way,” said Kirk.

            (Y/N) stood. “Then that means he’s doing something stupid and dangerous.”

            The comms beeped the moment they spoke. “Bridge to Captain,” said Chekov.

            “Kirk here,” said Kirk.

            “Captain, airlock four has opened.”

            Bones looked at (Y/N). “Would that be the stupid and dangerous thing Spock does?”

            (Y/N) gritted their teeth. “That is absolutely something my husband would do.”

            Wasting no time, they opened the door and darted to the elevator. Kirk was quick on their heels.

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            “Captain,” said Chekov as Kirk and (Y/N) entered the Bridge.

            “Situation report,” said Kirk.

            “Starfleet communication growing in strength,” said Uhura. “They still have the intruder on their monitors. It’s decelerating.”

            Kirk nodded, and (Y/N) looked at Chekov. “What’s happening with the airlock?”

            “It was opened, and a thruster suit has now been reported missing,” said Chekov.

            “That’s Spock,” said (Y/N), groaning. Their husband was in huge trouble when he got back for causing them this much worry.

            “Bring him back here,” said Kirk. He paused. “Wait. Get a fix on his position.”

            “Aye, sir,” said Chekov.

            Kirk looked guiltily at (Y/N). “We can get good information?”

            “Captain, I am respecting your decision as captain. It’s a good one, tactical,” said (Y/N). They smiled sweetly. “But you two are both in trouble once this mission is over, understood?”

            Kirk coughed. “Understood.”

            (Y/N) looked at the viewscreen as Spock came into view from the cameras. He floated towards the closer aperture of the inner workings of the vessel. Their heart twisted, and (Y/N) held their hands together. They closed their eyes and focused on the bond with Spock. Be safe, they thought, sending the feeling of warmth to him. They couldn’t support him much this far away, but their heart was always with him.

            They felt the same warmth filter back through the marriage bond to them, and (Y/N) relaxed. No sooner did they calm then the thruster suit ignited and send Spock shooting towards the vessel. Instantly, all of (Y/N)’s anxieties returned.

            Spock disappeared into the aperture—small enough to fit—and disappeared from view. All (Y/N) could do was cling onto the bond to monitor Spock’s health. For a moment, it felt calm, then curious. And then (Y/N)’s entire body felt a shock of pain so intense they doubled over.

            “Spock!” they gasped out, eyes widening in horror. “Kirk—”

            “Chekov, have a thruster suit waiting for me,” said Kirk. He knelt next to (Y/N). “I’m going to get him, (Y/N).”

            “Please,” whispered (Y/N). They needed Spock to be safe.

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[pecami]

★ WHEN YOU’RE SICK — STAR TREK.

-> characters: jim kirk, spock, leonard mccoy, nyota uhura, montgomery scott, pavel chekov, hikaru sulu, christine chapel, janice rand

-> authors note: this isn’t specifically tos/aos btw you can read it as either (i wrote it with tos in mind but it can definitely be perceived as either). also not directly romantic or platonic but implied reader is super close with the characters

word count: 1.4k || masterlist

⋆｡° ✮ jim kirk

for the most part, he’ll kind of just let you be. he knows that you’re sick and for the most part just want to lay down and try to feel better, and he’s a captain who really can’t get sick in the first place so he doesn’t get to see you much anyway. he leaves the bridge a few times he shouldn’t to check on you or just see how you’re doing. if you ask him to bring you something he’ll kind of roll his eyes and smile a bit in a joking manner, like he can’t believe that you’re asking him but he doesn’t actually really care and brings it anyway. after his shift, he comes and checks on you immediately and stays for awhile at your bedside. he gives in immediately if you ask him to stay and ends up also getting sick over the next few days which drives spock and bones absolutely insane, but he still believes it was worth it.

⋆｡° ✮ spock

spock would be a little avoidant, but for the reason he thinks it’s not worth it for both of you to get sick. he’ll still check up on you however or ask every other hour or so how you’re doing, and occasionally checks up on you on his own a couple of times so he doesn’t feel something akin to worry as well. i think he’d bring you things without you having to ask. maybe he had a feeling or something you were hungry or thirsty, and the next time he sees you, he’s got water and/or food. he does this because while he’s very busy and can’t be around you all day and bringing you things all day, he still doesn’t think it’s smart for you to be walking around on your own so he just brings what he thinks you’ll need. he also does it to subtly show he was thinking about you (he was worried).

⋆｡° ✮ bones mccoy

the second bones has even the slightest inkling you’re not up to perfect health, he’s all over you about it. he’ll quite literally either just find you in the hallway or specifically call you to his office so he can give you shit for working while sick. after that, he specifically puts you under his care almost immediately. for the most part, he’s still kind of bitchy but he does loosen up and gets slowly nicer throughout the day as you continue to be sick. he doesn’t bring you anything himself on his own time but if you asked him and there’s nobody else around, he’ll sigh and go get your water or extra blanket or whatever you wanted. for the most part, he’ll just tell a nurse to do that. he’s by your side most of the day, except he’ll tell you it’s because he doesn’t want you to leave the sickbay and pass out or do something dumb, but it’s really because you’re his top priority to get out of the sickbay. he does notttt wanna see you sick

⋆｡° ✮ nyota uhura

worried, but somehow in the most calmest way possible. i think she’d catch you working while sick rather talk to you immediately when you wake up and realize you’re sick. you’re probably walking around in the hallway with sweaty skin, major fever, on the verge of passing out and she takes you into a room where you guys can sit down and she just says so calmly “you really shouldn’t have come to work today” and then walks you back, tells whoever you work with that you’re sick, and then takes you to your quarters. she doesn’t stay since she has her own job, but after her shift she comes back and sits at your bedside and just like checks up on you and sees if you need anything or for her to give you medicine or water or food or something. absolutely she teases you when you’re not sick anymore

⋆｡° ✮ montgomery scott

lowkey he doesn’t notice at first. he just assumes that you’ve worked too hard for too long and tells you to take a break for a bit. when you come back, still shaken and still sickly, he’s befuddled because he was under the impression you just were overworked. he keeps an eye out for the rest of the day after that, and also makes sure to give you some of the easier jobs until he figures out what’s wrong and the appropriate means of fixing it. once he does (finally) come to the conclusion that you’re not feeling well, he’s really calm about it. he ends up just taking you somewhere you guys can sit down and he’ll get you something to eat and drink and then just like talk to you for a few minutes, he drops you off at your quarters afterwards and lets dr. mccoy now that you’re sick

⋆｡° ✮ pavel chekov

will not leave you alone at all. he genuinely takes the whole day off to look after you and everything. it’s kind of like a package deal, you’re sick so he gets to stay with you. for the most part he’d be really sweet and would fold and do basically anything you asked of him soooo quickly <3 but he can also be really clingy and kinda touchy by accident, but for the most part he really wants to take care of you while you’re sick. he’s perfect for running and getting you things. the second you ask him he stands up and runs away and comes back two seconds later with whatever you asked him for. he’s bad with medicine and regularly checking your condition however, so he gets really annoyed when there’s the occasional nurse/bones himself coming into your room to check on you but also kind of yell at him for not keeping them updated. he’d also 100% get sick after and act like it’s your fault just to become whiny and pathetic within an hour.

⋆｡° ✮ hikaru sulu

he might be the best person to take care of you in this lineup. he leaves you alone when you’re sleeping and does his own thing, brings you soups he made himself with herbs to heal you, and actually regularly checks in and makes sure your not getting worse. he doesn’t fully leave you alone though, he will occasionally come in for a little bit and you guys can hang out while you like lay there and listen to him talk or vice versa until he has to leave to do something else. i feel like he doesn’t necessarily find out your sick from you and more-so hears about it and thinks “oh. i’ll go take care of them cause why not” so you’re under his care for the whole time. typa guy to also lowkey sit with you in bed every night and kinda like gossip and fill you in on anything you missed. but only for a little bit because after like 30 mins he tells you to rest so you feel better

⋆｡° ✮ christine chapel

when you’re dragged into her office looking half dead on a random afternoon she kinda just sighs and lays you down on one of the beds. she’s very sweet while she takes care of you, but you can still see part of her wishes she had something more eventful to do. she’s another person who’s absolutely fantastic to be taken care of (the ranking is: bones, sulu, chapel btw). makes you take the most awful thickest worst tasting medicine ever but it’s after effects are absolutely delightful. while she gives it to you she says “it won’t taste good, but it’ll feel good when it kicks in.” and kinda smiles. you wouldn’t have to be embarrassed to throw up in front of her because she encourages it, tells you that if you don’t wanna be sick you have to throw up. she’d hold your hair back for you and bring you something to drink afterwards before sitting on the edge of your bed just to talk about whatever for a few minutes.

⋆｡° ✮ janice rand

she wouldn’t say something to you directly, but she’d tell whatever senior officer you’re around the most that she doesn’t think you’re feeling well. she visits you later, however. janice is smart, and she knows you’re gonna ask her for something, so instead she tries to think of important things you might ask her for like entertainment or food or water and just brings it all. she’d try to do it in a way where it just looks like she’s taking care of you, but she does kind of make it like a sleepover (where she doesn’t actually sleep over, she stays until you fall asleep peacefully) because she knows it’ll be more enjoyable for you. i think after you fall asleep she’d like tuck you in a little bit and make sure you’re warm and comfy before leaving <3 she never speaks a word of it again and acts so casual about the night afterwards if it’s mentioned

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Imagine explaining the mistletoe tradition to Spock

Spock: “I wonder why the captain and Dr McCoy are laughing in our direction?”

Y/N, looks up and sees mistletoe: “Because they’re both jerks”

*Spock, turns to you confused and then sees what you’re looking at*

Spock: “Why would a poisonous plant cause laughter?”

Y/N: “It’s nothing. Let me get you another drink”

Spock: “Wait, I’d like to know what you humans are finding so odd”

*Y/N, taking a big sigh and flipping off Kirk and Bones*

Y/N: “It’s an earth tradition”

You’d hope that’d be enough but from his quizzical look, it wasn’t

Y/N: “The tradition is that if two people stand under a mistletoe together, they have to kiss”

Spock, a light green tint on his cheeks: “We-well if it’s your people’s tradition”

Spock quickly kisses you before you can explain that he doesn’t have to

Spock: “Seems an odd tradition to me, but nevertheless an enjoyable one. I’ll get us those drinks”

You stand there motionless while your two friends laughs become even louder