#spock/reader

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Three chapters in

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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

[v-o-i-d-e-d]

Spock x reader

Could you please do. 5 times Spock caught the reader from falling +1 time he didn't. Reader gets really hurt but no death. Just hurt/comfort please✨

Of course I will do this for you! I hope you don't mind I shortened it a little for the sake of my word count. (It's already too long) But the premise is the same!

Warnings: reader is very clumsy, blood, brief description of a burn, language and I think that's it!

Word Count: 3,351 (buckle up)

Let me know if you guys want a part 2 to this one, I feel like it has tha kind of potential 👀

Allow the Ground to Find its Brutal Way to Me - Spock x Reader

1.

               The first time Ensign (Y/N) met Spock was an accident. She was supposed to be in the engine room – as per her engineering status – but instead, she was hiding away in the lounge. Most of her daily work was finished anyway, she could stand to take a break and catch up on her reading. However, just as she had reached a particularly exciting part of her book, her communicator crackled to life and Scotty’s voice filled the once peaceful silence.

               “(L/N), I need you to return to the engine room. I need your help repairing a minor issue with the hyperdrive.��

               The thought of ignoring the call crossed her mind but then so did the thought of losing her job,

               “On my way.”

               With a defeated sigh, (Y/N) marked her page and left the lounge. As the door hissed open, she stepped out without looking and bumped harshly into someone. (Y/N) and the stranger tottered for a moment before they both stabilized.

               “Sorry-“

               “Apologies-“

               Commander Spock was admittedly distracted by his datapad when he heard the lounge door open. He had looked up a bit too late and walked straight into the woman walking out of the room. After their quick apologies, the young ensign left without introduction. Spock had never seen her before and upon noting her red dress surmised that she worked primarily in the engine room. He let out a short hum as he continued on his path toward the bridge, this time making sure to keep his eyes on the hallway.

2.

               Over the next few months, (Y/N) and Spock saw a lot more of each other. Whether it was a coincidence or fate (Y/N) did not care she was just glad it happened. The two have many things in common such as a love for reading, art, and history. (Y/N) had become quite fond of her commanding officer and upon that realization, the thought of losing her job crossed her mind once again. The door to the Bridge hissed open and she walked as gracefully as she could beside Scotty as they entered for their weekly report. Supposedly, this ritual was so that Captain Kirk could be kept in the loop about any problems we may be having down in the engine room but (Y/N) was starting to think that it was simply a way for Kirk and Scotty to chat. For about five minutes the two men had a serious conversation, and then it transitioned into a more friendly and less important one that (Y/N) tuned out of. 

Spock noticed her as soon as she stepped onto the Bridge. Her hair was pulled away from her face today - she must have been doing mechanical work. He recalled her mentioning that she doesn’t like pulling her hair up because it gives her a headache. 

“...so I only pull it up when I have to. Don’t want it to get in the way while I’m neck deep in a turbine of something.”

The Vulcan huffed a breath through his nose that almost resembled a chuckle at the memory. Spock looked back toward (Y/N) at the sound of her laughter. Her lips curled in a lopsided grin and her cheeks flushed a pretty pink color as she waved off whatever it was Kirk had said to make her laugh. Spock’s brown eyes stared intently at (Y/N)’s face. She was a very beautiful woman - it would be illogical for him to deny that - but it was not practical to dwell on those thoughts so he begrudgingly looked back down at his work. 

(Y/N) had sneaked what she thought were subtle glances toward the Vulcan. How could she not? But apparently, the glances were not subtle enough to go undetected by Captain Kirk who had connected her gaze with his second in command. 

“Spock? Really? Come on, of all the men on board,” Kirk scoffed. 

(Y/N) looked down at her shoes feeling a bit caught and murmured, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Scotty and Kirk exchanged knowing glances and Kirk reached out and tapped (Y/N) on the shoulder, “Hey, do you think Vulcans get jealous? I think we should test it out and call it a science experiment.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up at the notion. She waved off the suggestion and shook her head in disbelief. “You are unbelievable. Can I be dismissed? I do have a job to complete.” 

Kirk nodded and sent her away with a smile. She was relieved to be out of that situation and made her way back toward the elevator which just so happened to lead her right past a certain Vulcan. He looked up as she walked past and she waved and smiled. He nodded back. Unfortunately for (Y/N)’s confidence, she happened to walk a bit too close to the control table Spock was standing behind and managed to knock her hip into it hard enough for her to stumble. Spock quickly reached out and grabbed her bicep so she wouldn’t fall and (Y/N) gave him a sheepish grin. 

“Whoops,” she chuckled as she straightened herself up. “My clumsiness strikes again.” She chuckled to herself as she left the room. 

3.

(Y/N)’s palms were sweaty as she quickly swiped them against her uniform. Her eyes flicked between the aliens in front of her and Kirk. She had been part of a group that was meant to explore a newly found planet, however, the locals were not as accepting as the captain had anticipated. Normally, (Y/N) would not be involved in such missions but much to her annoyance the people on this planet spoke a dialect close enough to a language she knew to make her a valuable translator. The mood was quite tense as she stood in between the two groups. The aliens had just told Kirk that if they did not leave the planet soon, they would be punished.

“Punished how?” Kirk asked her. She cringed.

“I’d rather not repeat that one. Just know the description was very graphic and I think we should follow their direction.”

Kirk rolled his shoulders back and narrowed his eyes. “How about a bargain?” 

(Y/N) hesitated before relaying the question to the lead alien. The alien paused before allowing Kirk to elaborate. 

“You keep a member of our crew until we’re done with analysis and then we will come back for them when we leave. No more than 24 hours.”

Spock, who had remained silent by Kirk’s side grabbed the captain’s shoulder, “This is not a good idea. We don’t know how they treat prisoners here. You could be putting one of the crew members in danger.” 

“Relax. We’ll send one of the officers with them. They have training to withstand or escape if necessary. I know what I’m doing, Spock.

(Y/N) had relayed the proposition and the aliens turned to each other to deliberate. (Y/N) shifted on her feet and looked over at Spock with a wary expression. She said nothing but Spock understood: Whatever the aliens were saying wasn’t good. After a few moments, the aliens gave their response. As they spoke, (Y/N)’s eyes widened. When the aliens finished, she turned to Kirk and cleared her throat. 

“They say that they accept your bargain as long as they get to choose who stays.”

“Fine. Who do they want?”

“Me.”

A long pause. Kirk could feel Spock’s glare burning into the back of his head and chose not to cast a glance in his direction. “No.”

“It does make the most sense. I’m the only one who can speak to them and it’s only for a day. Who knows, maybe they’ll tell me stuff about their people.” (Y/N) could not believe she was advocating for herself to be a prisoner of some strange race but she just didn’t want shooting to start. 

Kirk finally cast a sidelong glance to his second in command who was already looking at him with an unreadable expression. Spock simply nodded. He couldn’t deny the logic. While she was there she could act as an ambassador on behalf of Star Fleet. 

“Fine” Kirk nodded and immediately (Y/N) was taken by the arms in a firm grip. She yelped in surprise and forced her legs to cooperate as she was led away from her group. 

“I guess the 24 hours starts now!” She said over her shoulder as she was led back toward the little village the aliens came from. 

Data gathering and analysis had never gone quicker. Everyone on the ground crew worked overtime through the night to gather as much as they could in the short time they were given. To say Spock was nervous would be a bit of an understatement. Anytime his hands were not occupied by work he would be picking his cuticles raw at the thought of (Y/N) stuck in that village. He was not optimistic, but Kirk reminded him that the aliens may not be hostile toward her. Spock often forgot that possibility. The group stood at the edge of the village just as the 24 hours were up. Much to Spock’s relief, (Y/N) was being led over to them unharmed. She was held firmly by the arm just as she had been yesterday but she seemed much less nervous today. 

“You okay?” Kirk asked when she was standing across from him 

“Yeah, I’m fine. They want to know if you have what you came for.”

Kirk nodded and, as if on cue, the alien holding (Y/N) pushed her forward. It wasn’t a particularly hard push, however, (Y/N) was not expecting the sudden forward momentum and tripped over her own feet. Spock, who stood once again at Kirk’s side, stepped forward and allowed (Y/N) to fall into him so she wouldn't hit the ground. The Ensign’s fingers softly gripped into Spock’s forearms and she straightened herself, murmuring a thanks under her breath. 

“Let’s head back to the ship.” She said grabbing both Spock and Kirk by the arm and leading the group away from the watching aliens. 

1. 

The only lights in the engine room were the red flashing emergency lights. The zap of electricity was heard from frayed or snapped wires and steam blew from busted pipes. (Y/N) had her hair messily pulled from her face and sweat dripping down the back of her neck as she gritted her teeth. She was clinging tightly to a pipe close to the hyperdrive with a tool in hand attempting to fix the catastrophic problem that had come from a too close encounter with the Klingons. The Enterprise groaned and tilted causing (Y/N) to hold tighter to her only anchor. The tool fell from her hand as she squeezed her eyes shut. When she didn’t hear the clang of the metal tool hitting the floor for several seconds she suddenly realized how far off the ground she really was. She had already climbed several feet up the scaffolding before the ship tilted, but now even if she tried to drop to the floor she would begin falling toward the wall. The ship was almost completely on its side and there was no way she would survive a fall from where she was. 

“Shit, shit, shit!” (Y/N) whined as she willed her aching arms and legs to stay wrapped around the pipe. The metal beneath her hands quivered and clicked as pressure built up in the pipe. (Y/N) looked around for something, anything, that she could grab to move away from this pipe which felt like it was going to burst at any time. 

“Ensign (Y/N)?” Someone shouted her name but she couldn’t see where they were standing. 

“Help! I’m definitely stuck!” She shouted at the top of her lungs, hoping the person could pinpoint her location. There was a pause and then the sound of something exploding and crackling with electricity. 

“I can’t use the walkway, the ship has tilted too far and the alternative route has just been…obstructed.”

It was Spock! (Y/N) could have cried from relief even though he was telling her he couldn’t get to her. Something about knowing he was there with her made her a little less afraid. She took a deep breath and looked around again. This time for a way for Spock. She saw one on the North side of the room. It was just level enough that if He came through that door, he could carefully walk toward where she was. There was just one problem. 

“I see another way but,” (Y/N) let out a breathy, humorless chuckle, “You’re going to have to come in from the North hallway.”

Spock blinked in his spot against the wall. The ship shuddered and he stabilized himself with his hands. He heard (Y/N) gasp but didn’t hear anything else. The North Hall was all the way on the other side. He would have to backtrack and go around and who knows the state of that side of the ship. 

“That- that may not work.” 

“I know but there’s no other good way in.” (Y/N) could feel her arms tiring. If something didn’t change soon, she was going to fall. She felt her stomach sink at the thought. 

Spock didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t see (Y/N) so he had no idea what kind of state she was in. He swore under his breath. It didn’t matter. The only way to possibly help her was to go to the other side. If she sounded that calm, she must believe she’ll be okay long enough for him to make it. 

“I’m going around. I swear I will come to get you just stay where you are.” Before she could answer he was gone.

(Y/N) sighed and briefly rested her forehead on the warmed metal. “God, you have no idea how difficult that’s going to be.” 

She didn’t know how long she had been hanging there, but it felt like forever. Every few moments the ship would groan and shift and it was getting increasingly hard to stay on the pipe. (Y/N) felt her eyes sting with unwanted tears as her limbs grew numb. She grunted as she tried to adjust her grip. She bit back a sob. The metal was getting warmer. Air was compressing on the inside and pressure was building. At any moment it would- another awful groan, then a hiss and a loud crack as the metal in front of her chest broke open. (Y/N) screamed as hot steam hit her. Her arms and legs finally lost grip as the shock of the pain ran through her body. Another blood-curdling scream ripped itself from her throat as she fell from the pipe, quickly plummeting toward the far wall below her. When the hard material met her back, the air left her lungs as she gurgled on the fluid bubbling up in her throat, and just as the sensation of the pain of her fall crept in, the darkness in the corner of her vision overcame her. 

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” 

The sound was very faint but it was unmistakable. It was Spock calling her name. Her eyes were stubbornly refusing to open and the rest of her body felt numb but she could hear him getting closer. She noted through hazy sensation that she was lying on her side. The ship must have shifted again. Hands were on her. She couldn’t tell where but she knew the familiar pressure of Spock’s grip on her. A gurgling sound came from her as she was carefully turned over. 

Blood lazily drooled from her lips and her head flopped lazily to the side. She looked dead, Spock thought as he searched for a pulse. His eyes burned with unshed tears but he couldn't let himself feel at that moment. He had to focus on getting (Y/N) out. Like he promised. However weak it was, the pulse he felt beneath his fingers overwhelmed him. 

“(Y/N), can you hear me?” 

Yes. 

He got no response. Spock looked her over once again before gently scooping her up into his arms. It was as he walked toward the - now clear - exit of the engine room that he let his eyes roam the large burn on her upper chest. Parts of her uniform had been melted against her skin and some of the skin had started to blister. Spock tore his eyes away. He couldn’t stand to look. “I am going to get you out of here.” He said to her, but it was him who needed the reassurance. 

Burning. That’s the first thing (Y/N) smelled. As if someone were burning meat. It was to her horror as she opened her eyes and focused on her surroundings that the smell was coming from her own body. Despite her panic, she didn’t have the energy to move but, as she looked around at the infirmary she was in, her body decided that she had the energy to cry. Silent tears streamed down her face as she tried to make some kind of noise. To her left, the heart monitor began to rapidly beep in accordance to her rising heart rate which caused two people to come rushing into the room: Dr. Bones and Spock. Their presence told (Y/N) that she must be in a Star Fleet infirmary, maybe even still on the ship. Bones began to fuss over her, checking her vitals and talking to her in a soft but stern tone, 

“What the hell were you thinkin’ staying in the engine room? You were supposed to evacuate with everyone else.”

Obviously, Bones didn’t expect a response from the girl who still had tears rolling down her cheeks. He glanced at Spock who was awkwardly standing at the foot of the hospital bed, watching. When he looked back (Y/N), her wide, wet eyes were pleading up at him. 

“Now don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re on some pretty strong meds right now so you shouldn’t be feelin’ any pain. Once you’re more physically stable we can start your burn treatments and the physical therapy for your back.”

The heart monitor picked up speed once again as (Y/N)’s eyes seemed to get impossibly wide. Spock chose that moment to gently rest a hand on her leg in comfort. Bones shook his head softly. 

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about all that right now. Just get some rest and you’ll be right as rain soon.” The doctor patted her head gently and with one final scan of the machinery in the room, he left the two alone. 

“I-” Spock started then stopped. His brown eyes found (Y/N)’s and he hesitated. He looked down at her hand before continuing, “I am sorry I did not get to you sooner.”

(Y/N) wanted to tell him it wasn’t his fault. To grab his hand or shake her head no but she couldn’t. All she could do was look at him and listen as the man before her pleaded for her forgiveness. 

Luckily, she didn’t have to wait very long for Spock to take her hand himself. His skin was cold compared to hers and he felt her fingers twitch against his palm. His eyes snapped to meet hers. Her eyes were still watery but she was no longer crying. She sniffled softly and her cheek twitched, the corner of her mouth barely perking up into a small, lopsided smile. 

I forgive you.

Spock scoffed as a small smile of his own made its way to his face. He stood up and gently rested (Y/N)’s hand against the scratchy hospital blanket. Spock leaned down, pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, and sighed. He could still smell your shampoo in your hair. 

“Get some rest.”

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Manicure: Spock x Reader

Song: Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex

CW: MINORS DNI!! smut. from the very beginning it’s just smut. hand fetish (it’s foreplay with a vulcan lol.) oral fixation with fingers (finger sucking, gagging on fingers). breeding kink (but like also trying for a baby) hair pulling. 

Spock might be a little OOC but honestly I stand behind the idea that loves being very touchy with the people he loves and adores the most.

Spock didn’t know what he was expecting when he entered the code to your room, but it certainly wasn’t this. He had seen you many different ways, sick, excited, even naked, but this was different. He scrunched his nose, the smell of nail polish wafting across the room. He saw you, sitting criss-cross in front of your coffee table. You had a row of metal nail instruments and a cleaner sitting in front of you. You were happily singing along to the background music you had on. 

It was one of his favorite things about you, you always seemed to have the right music for any situation. You had even curated a playlist for him for his birthday, Spock listened to it frequently. It took him a moment but he soon recognized the melody flowing into the room. He stood across from you, contentedly watching, trying to not disturb the focus you held on the cuticles of your fingers.

“Kisses on the foreheads of the lovers, wrapped in your arms,” You softly sang as you looked up at him. Noticing his shadow fall over the table. You gently smiled at him, scooting over on the floor to make some room for him, patting the floor next to you.

He sat, forgetting what he was needing to talk to you about, “T’hy’la, might I inquire how your day was?” He felt breathless, watching as you gently started buffing the previous layer of clear polish off. 

“McCoy was more annoying than usual, but other than that I would say my day went pretty well. I was able to start research on testing to see if there is a genetic predisposition for Bendii Syndrome.” You had now moved to shaping your nails, and Spock was watching every movement. “It seems the Vulcan high council is now more set on completely eradicating it. And they chose a human to do it.” A smile Spock had only seen a couple times appeared on your face. You were proud of yourself. This smile had mainly been reserved himself, although Spock was never really sure if he ever deserved it when you looked at him like that.

You were now taking the cleaning solution and cotton balls and wiping the dust from all the filing off your nails. Spock couldn’t keep his eyes off your hands as you inspected your hand, stretching your fingers and humming at your handiwork, “Do you think they look good?”

Spock noticed how his mouth had run dry, he swallowed thickly before flicking his eyes to yours, you were waiting patiently for his response, even wiggling your fingers in the air for a dramatic effect. He watched as your look slowly shifted to one of concern. 

“Spock, are you feeling okay?” You slowly shifted, facing toward him, and Spock finally looked somewhere other than your hands. Noticing the black tank top you were wearing. His eyes falling over your exposed skin, eyeing the intricate details of the tattoos that covered your arms. He felt a very human emotion fill him, and soon he would be showing you just how he was feeling. 

“Spock,” he blinked, looking into your eyes as you snapped, “Are you feeling well? You’re turning green-oh.” He watched as you shifted your weight, finally realizing.

“I promise I am in perfect health my dear. Your hands look great. Please continue.” You nodded sheepishly and he watched as blush creeped over your neck and cheeks, before turning back to the table. Slowly pulling a thin coat of clear polish over your nails, before placing them under a UV light. After a moment or two the timer went off. You wiped them clean once again before placing your hand in front of you.

Spock had been resisting the urge for so long he felt almost robotic as he reached forward and grabbed your hand. Pulling it towards his face as he traced the lines of your fingers. He felt another wave of lust roll through him as he moved behind you, pulling you into his lap, the feeling of his cock straining against his pants was getting to be too much.

You squeaked at the sudden movement, moving around in his lap, Spock let out a soft moan as you pressed against him, just trying to get comfortable. He closed his eyes, letting his hands fall at your hips. He had missed you today. There wasn’t a moment today that either of you could steal away. You had spent all day in back to back Federation meetings and holed away in the research labs. Spock had spent the better part of his day on the surface of a new planet. Finding an interesting micronism, he had a suspicion it was a type of fungi, but as of right now, he wasn’t sure. Right now, he couldn’t focus on anything. 

“Spock,” Your voice was quiet, “I’m finished, do you wanna see them?” He could hear you lightly tap them on the table in front of you. He couldn’t help the way he snaked his hands up your body, before sitting forward, pressing his chest against your back. Gingerly taking your hands into his, he let go of the breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. The way you could make him feel so human, yet so Vulcan at the same time always baffled him. It was the way you truly saw him as who he was. Never comparing either side or trying to push him to either. You always looked at Spock as if he was a complete being.

“They might be the most beautiful hands I’ve ever seen.” He mused aloud as he started playing with your fingers. 

You took a second and adjusted yourself, turning in his lap so your chests pressed each other’s. “I think that might be the highest compliment I could ever receive from you.” You were looking at where your fingers lined with his, a shiver running through you as you inspected the size difference. He watched as you took the opportunity and stole a second for a Vulcan kiss, your fingers almost dancing over his, as if you were nervous to make a move like that. Then, without warning you gently kissed his knuckles. The kiss was barely a whisper, your lips gently grazing over his skin, almost as if you were teasing him. He didn’t miss the way your lips twitched at the corners as a breath caught in his throat. 

“I missed you today. I know Vulcan’s require less sleep, but Spock you were gone before I was awake and I woke up at 0500.” Your thumb works soothing circles on the back of his hand. The love you held for him, washed into him as you pressed your palms together. It clicked for Spock that you had genuinely worried about him today. The light touches and kisses a way of conveying that softness to him. 

“I apologize. My intention was not to worry you. I’ve been working on some interesting research. We found an oceanic micronism in the water testing samples and it’s displaying some interesting characteristics. It may be a certain type of fungi. However, I am not certain-” Spock had noticed the look on your face, he had seen that mischievous look in your eyes before. The time you hid a whoopie cushion in the Captain’s chair. Most recently was when you had hidden lingerie under your uniform and gave Spock a private show in his office. He had no time to react as you kissed the tips of his fingers before pulling a single digit into your mouth. Eyes still holding his gaze. 

He tried to continue, but just as he did, you pulled a second finger to join the first and he didn’t miss the way you lightly grazed your teeth over the tips of his fingers. He could only imagine how he looked, he knew his cheeks were flushed a dark green right now, he watched as you pulled his fingers from your mouth, a small trail of drool still connected to your lips. He had to remind himself to breathe as he moved you off his lap and stood. Standing over you now, he watched as a glint of worry crossed your features. He held out his hand to you, “It would simply be most illogical to partake in coitus anywhere but the bedroom. The carpet would burn your skin.” 

You accepted his hand and with Spock’s help stood, before he had pulled you into his chest again. He needed to have you close at this moment, he had never even wanted to have sex before he met you, and you were intoxicating. You always had been for him, seeming to take the air out of any room you were in. Even now, Spock was following the human tradition of an engagement before he wed you. You wanted a ceremony with your friends and family. Spock would give you that if you wanted it, he would give you Earth if he could, and he hoped he had spent his entire courting you, making sure you knew that. 

Spock led you into the bedroom, trying to control the needs bubbling inside of him. The desire for you feeling like it was trying to claw its way through his chest. Suddenly, you stopped, stepping in front of him and bending down as you silently pulled down the shorts you were lounging in. Your bare ass now bent over in front of him, you slightly shimmied in front of him, just enough for a teasing jiggle . He noticed the absence of underwear in the forming pile on the floor and that was it. What little reserves Spock had left his body. He was behind you in an instant. Pulling your bare ass against his clothed dick, he didn’t miss the way that you pressed yourself back into him, or the sigh that fell from your lips. 

He fumbled for a second with his belt, before weaving his free hand into your hair and shoving you face first into the mattress. He couldn’t stop the growl that rumbled in his chest if he tried. You weren’t even fighting back. “T’hy’la you look pathetic right now.”

You scoffed, managing to turn your head to the side and trying to glare at him from over your shoulder, “Yeah, you say that, but you should take a look-” 

Spock had moved his hand from your hair, and shoved two fingers in your mouth. He closed his eyes as your lips wrapped around his digits, and he took a moment to see just how far he could push you, slowly pushing his fingers further down your throat before pulling out, and restarting at the tortuous pace, pushing further each time. Until tears pricked at the corner of your eyes and you were solely relying on breathing from your nose. You coughed as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and he softened. Pulling you to him ever so slightly. Guiding you by your chin until you were looking at him. 

Your eyes slightly glazed over and Spock noticed how your skin felt flushed, “I apologize. I should have asked-”

You quickly shook your head, so aggressively you stumbled a little bit, “No,” You were still breathless, “I liked it.” you placed a kiss just under his ear lobe “I trust you.” A second kiss, now on the shell of his ear, “Completely.” 

Your face was in the mattress again as he stepped in between your legs, spreading them slightly until the fit was comfortable for him. He stepped back for a moment, only taking the time to pull himself through the zipper of his pants before coming back to you. His hand once again snaked up the base of your skull, weaving his fingers into your hair, the other one gripping your hip. He took a breath, before slowly starting to push into you. He set his pace slow, wanting to enjoy every second of this moment. He could feel you wiggle slightly under him. Desperate to feel anything more than he was currently giving you.

“Patience my dear. It is a virtue you must learn.” His second thrust was just as slow, he even took a brief pause while he was fully sheathed, slightly bumping his head into the spongy tissue he felt. He reveled in the feeling as you fluttered around him. You wiggled under him and he rolled his eyes, “I expect you to listen to your superior when you’re given an order.”

You froze, he watched the muscles in your thighs tighten as you tried to stiffen as straight as a board, He started again, “Do you understand me Lieutenant?”

You nodded under his hand and he paused again, slowly tightening his fingers in your hair as he lifted your head, “Do I need to repeat myself?”

“No Commander.” The words spilled from your lips and he noticed how swollen they already looked. He was amused by the way he could so easily make you lose all logical sense, just wanting to do anything to make him pleased. He clicked his tongue as he set a quicker pace this time. He pulled you closer to him, the slight whimper from you egging him on even more, his hands moving from your hip to your thigh. Raising your leg until your knee was resting on the bed as well.

The change in angle caused a surprised moan to fall from you and you clenched around him. Spock faltered in his pace for a brief second before he pursued you faster, his thighs now hitting the edge of the bed frame as he felt a familiar tingle starting in the pit of his stomach. The sounds coming from you with every thrust were almost too much for him, between the sound of your skin, and the incoherent babbling he was pulling from your lips it was almost enough to do him in.

He moved his hand from your hair, your head gently falling back into the mattress, as he gently traced the lines of jaw, resting his first two fingers on your temple, and soon, he was basking in the warm golden light that was you. He could feel the love and adoration from you. He could feel something more, just a thought floating around before his own smacked him in the face. A primal urge seemed to fill him as he thought about it.

You, filled to the brim with his seed. You, pregnant, the way your skin would glow, how he would have even more of an excuse to go randomly see you in the middle of the day. You, as a mom, to Spock, it would be no greater than honor than raising a child who had half of what you did.

He couldn’t hold the words, they were falling from his mouth before his brain even registered what he was saying. Jim always said ‘a drunken mind speaks sober thoughts’ and Spock now understood what that meant, in his love drunk state, he had told you one of his deepest desires, from the moment he had met you. His hand fell to your chin, resting his hand under your jaw to keep you supported, “Do you want a baby?”

Your hips stuttered for a split second, and Spock panicked. He felt his heart squeeze in an uncomfortable way, his lungs felt heavy, “Yes Commander.”

“Do you want my baby?” He needed clarification, he needed to know you wanted this.

Your eyes fluttered open, taking a deep breath, trying to steady your breathing, “Yes Spock. I want to have your baby.” 

Spock was done for. He found your temple once again as he reached the edge, holding on to anything for just a second longer, before you were there with him. He let himself fall, moving his hand from your thigh to your midsection, pulling your body further against him. He gently worked you down, never stopping, only slowly in his languid motions in and out of you. He stayed in you, until your breathing slowed down and until, all, parts of you relaxed. 

He slowly pulled away, before working on you, helping you move further up on the bed. Making sure you were comfortable with a pillow. He was gone as soon as you were settled, returning moments later with a glass of water and a warm washcloth. “Please, drink my dear.” He wiped you down from head to toe. Starting with your face, he gently wiped the tear streaks, before noticing how dry your lips were. He placed a very human kiss on them, almost as if he were trying to kiss them better.

 There were bruises forming where he held your jaw. He could feel the slight furrow in his brows. Your hand graced his cheek, he looked in your eyes for the first time and he swore he could see the love he felt from you earlier, had you always looked at him like that? “Stop worrying. I liked it, and I like the bruises.” You gently trailed off again, eyes dropping from his gaze. Spock couldn’t believe you were shy about admitting this to him with everything that just happened between the two of you. 

He had now moved on to your chest and arms. Moving in steady even motions across your skin.“I know I can be…forceful. I do not wish to inflict any-” He stopped as you held your hand up.

“Spock, I need you to understand that I wanted everything you did to me done. I promise, I will let you know if you ever take it too far, but maybe we could benefit from having this as a bigger conversation tomorrow.” He has now moved to your hips, taking extra care around the where he once gripped you. “I think it would be great to establish boundaries so there are preset guidelines for any type of sex we have.”

He was now wiping down your thighs and legs, letting the words you spoke process as he inspected your body. He was amazed at how you always seemed to find a way to find a solution that benefited everyone, “I think your idea sounds very logical. It would benefit in the enjoyment for both of us.”

“Yes! Exactly!” You lazily smiled at him as you crawled under the blankets, “Now, I know with as much as you love me, Vulcans need time to process things. But you are Spock, and you did a lot of things tonight ruled by your emotions. I know that takes a toll on you.” You opened your arms, and he willingly fell into them, letting all of his weight on you as he took what seemed like his first steady breath of the night. 

He couldn’t help but press his head further into your touch as you gently ran your fingers through his hair, your nails every so gently grazing his scalp, he felt his skin tingle after you, you continued speaking, you voice quieter now, “You need to go shower, you’re still in your uniform. Take a moment for you, I’ll be here when you come back.”

You were laying on your stomach when Spock entered the room again, his hair still slightly damp, he may have rushed his routine just to be by your side again. He thought you were sleeping, until he heard your voice call out into the darkness, “Computer, play ‘Apocalypse’ by Cigarettes After Sex, year 2017.”

Spock recognized the tune immediately, the same song all of this had started with, as he crawled into the bed beside you, within a breath you had pressed yourself into his side, your head finding solace in the crook of your neck. He could feel his skin prick as your breath fanned across his skin. Your hand quickly found his as you laced your fingers together.

“I was being serious earlier. About wanting to have your baby.” Your voice is just barely a whisper as you speak in the darkness of the room.

“As was I. I feel it would be my greatest honor to raise a family with you,” he gently rolled, so he was able to look at you, his free hand gently cupping your face, “I want to be with you for the rest of my life.”

“I cannot wait to marry you.” You closed your eyes as you spoke those words and Spock knew he would spend the rest of his life making sure you spent every moment knowing how much he truly loved you. 

He didn’t even care when he instinctively pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Sleep well T’hy’la. I will be here when you wake.” Spock knew his life was now changing, forever. There was no going back, yet also not an ounce of doubt arose from his decision. As your breathing slowed, subconsciously falling into rhythm with his. He slowly closed his eyes, letting everything else but the current need for sleep fall to the wayside. Sinking lower into the feeling, Spock realized, if you liked the bruises, the next time you put on a show for him like that, he wouldn’t wait to make it to the bedroom.

[gallavichsreddie1128]

The Other Side (Mirror! Spock)

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

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,656

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

So could you do a Star Trek one with Spock (or whoever you write for as I can’t find that post now😭) with an SO who is visiting home on earth and keeps on bringing him interesting rocks she finds?

Stones and Stars

word count: 940

Pairing: Spock x human!reader

Summary: Y/n visits her home on Earth with Spock, enthusiastically collecting interesting rocks and sharing them with him, while Spock patiently admires her fascination and offers scientific insights, deepening their bond.

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Y/n stood on the quiet shore of her family’s lake house on Earth, her bare feet sinking into the soft sand. The sun was setting, casting a warm, amber glow over the still waters, and the air carried the scent of pine trees from the nearby forest. It was a moment of peace, of home, far away from the busy corridors of the Enterprise.

Behind her, Spock stood observing the surroundings, his hands clasped behind his back. He had agreed to accompany Y/n on her visit to Earth, a rare chance for her to reconnect with her roots and for him to experience the human world outside of Starfleet’s structured environment.

Y/n bent down, running her fingers over a small, smooth stone nestled in the sand. She smiled, picking it up and turning it over in her palm. Its surface was streaked with tiny veins of quartz, glimmering faintly in the fading light. She approached Spock, holding it up for him to see.

“Look at this one, Spock,” she said, a playful grin spreading across her face. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

Spock raised an eyebrow, taking the stone from her hand with the precision of a scientist inspecting a specimen. “Indeed,” he remarked, turning it over slowly. “The mineral composition appears to contain a significant amount of quartz, likely formed by years of pressure beneath the Earth’s surface.”

Y/n chuckled softly. “You always know how to make things sound so... scientific.” She watched him closely, enjoying the subtle curiosity that flickered in his dark eyes as he studied the rock. It was a small thing, but seeing Spock’s fascination with something as simple as a stone warmed her heart.

After a moment, Spock handed the rock back to her, inclining his head. “It is an interesting specimen. However, I do not believe it holds particular significance beyond its geological properties.”

Y/n laughed again, more at the formality of his response than the words themselves. “It’s not about the science, Spock. It’s about the beauty of it. Sometimes, things are worth appreciating just because they’re nice to look at.”

Spock’s expression softened, a subtle shift that only Y/n had learned to recognize after all their time together. “I see,” he replied, his voice thoughtful. “You derive pleasure from observing the aesthetics of natural formations.”

“Exactly.” She beamed, slipping the stone into her pocket. “It’s a little piece of home.”

They continued walking along the shoreline, Y/n occasionally stopping to inspect another rock or shell. She collected a small handful of them, showing each one to Spock with the same enthusiasm as the first. Though he did not share her penchant for collecting seemingly random objects, he never dismissed her excitement, responding to each discovery with patient interest.

As they reached the edge of the forest, Y/n bent down again, this time retrieving a larger, rougher stone. Its surface was jagged, unlike the smooth pebbles from the beach, and it seemed to carry the weight of ancient time within its weathered surface.

“This one feels different,” she murmured, brushing off the dirt. “It’s heavier… older, maybe?”

Spock took the stone from her, his long fingers tracing the irregular contours. His eyes narrowed in contemplation, and for a moment, he said nothing.

“You are correct,” he finally said, his voice low and thoughtful. “This rock likely originates from deeper beneath the Earth’s surface, perhaps pushed upward by tectonic activity.”

Y/n leaned in closer, intrigued. “Do you think it’s volcanic?”

Spock’s lips quirked, the closest he ever came to a smile. “It is possible. The rough texture suggests it may have been exposed to intense heat.”

Y/n couldn’t help but marvel at the way Spock could transform an ordinary rock into something extraordinary with his explanations. She rested her head against his shoulder, content in the silence that followed.

“You know,” she began softly, “I used to collect rocks like these when I was a kid. I’d bring them back to my room and pretend they were treasures from some distant planet.”

Spock turned his head slightly to look at her, his gaze thoughtful. “Your fascination with these objects seems to persist.”

Y/n smiled up at him. “Maybe it’s just nostalgia. Or maybe it’s because now, with you, it feels like I really am collecting treasures from other worlds.”

Spock raised an eyebrow, his expression softening further. “An intriguing perspective.”

They stood there for a moment, the quiet of the forest around them, the distant sound of water lapping at the shore. Y/n reached for Spock’s hand, intertwining her fingers with his.

“I’m glad you came with me,” she whispered. “It’s nice to share this part of my world with you.”

Spock squeezed her hand gently. “I find it… agreeable to observe Earth through your eyes, Y/n.”

She laughed softly, knowing that was as close to romantic as Spock would get. And that was more than enough for her.

As they walked back toward the house, the last light of day fading into twilight, Y/n tucked another rock into her pocket. This one was small and round, polished smooth by the water, and it sparkled faintly in the moonlight.

“I think I’ll keep this one,” she said, holding it up for Spock to see. “A souvenir of today.”

Spock tilted his head, his dark eyes reflecting the silver of the moon. “You seem to have acquired quite the collection.”

Y/n grinned. “I’m just getting started.”

And as they walked hand in hand beneath the stars, Y/n couldn’t help but feel that every rock, every moment, was a little treasure they shared in their own universe, one that Spock, in his own unique way, understood perfectly.

[generalkenobee]

I wonder if there are any Vulcans that have a "human kink"

Like humans are basically the complete opposite so its looked down upon to be with a human but I wonder if certain Vulcans are turned on by it...

Imagine your Vulcan boyfriend having to go home to tell his parents that he's dating a human and plans to marry you. His parents are completely shocked and can't believe that they have raised their son to be with a human.

Or maybe there are certain Vulcans that just find the smaller demeanor of human women attractive, the average Vulcan height is 6'6 so possibly they like the vulnerability of humans

Vulcan x human is literally my favorite trope idc

[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.

[iamreadytobecomefrog]

A Little Holiday Peace ~

Please don't mind the grammer or misspellings, this is my first writing thing ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Btw I recommend listing to "Christmas Time is Here" from Charlie Brown to get the mood right

You sigh in contentment as you blow on the steam coming from your drink, sitting in front of a fire in your little getaway cottage. You take a sip of your hot chocolate, feeling the warm sweet liquid coat your throat, just as you feel a familiar pair of arms wrap around you.

It felt like decades since you were able to get this kind of alone time together, being busy with work and family during the upcoming holidays was already getting rough, but just feeling the warmth of his chest and the hot chocolate currently warming your stomach was enough to make you melt like snow. You watch as he puts on some random Christmas movie from Hallmark and you let out a huff of air at the cheesiness that was about to ensue in the movie.

But then again, maybe a little cheesiness and corny holiday humor is just what you two needed to enjoy this brief vacation. You snuggle deeper into his chest as he plucks your mug from your hands to sit on the coffee table in order to get more comfortable with you, his breath smelling of peppermint and warm cider.

You sigh happily as his chest vibrates with a chuckle leaving his lips, planting a tender kiss to the top of your head before pulling you into his lap to lay upon his chest. You glance at the falling snow one last time before lifting your gaze to your amazing lover, wondering what you did to get someone like him to fall for you.

[poetryiwroteatwork]

Preface to this work I'm writing over on Ao3

Walking up the porch steps, you tried to swallow down the building nausea. 

The ancient, wooden porch steps creaked under your feet, just as they always had. The sweet smell of peaches and grass drifted through the air, just as it always did. The unforgiving Georgia sun beat down relentlessly, just as it always would. 

Closing your eyes, you tried to focus on the gentle breeze drifting past, surrounding you in the idea of home .

It didn’t calm your nerves.

For the first time in… forever , you actually knocked on the front door. Actually stepped back. Actually waited for someone to answer. 

You prayed it wasn’t Mama. You couldn’t bear to answer her questions, to tell the news twice. Not right now.

This one prayer, at least, was answered in kind; the man you’d came to see opened the door. Dumbstruck, he stared at you through the storm door, unable to fathom why you were just standing on his porch when you’d practically lived there since that first summer all those years ago.

Silently, you stepped back and walked over to the porch railing, waiting for him to join you.

It took a minute, but he finally got his bearings, letting the screen door slam closed behind him. Shuffling over, he leaned sideways on the rail, facing you. There were a lot of things that had been left unspoken between you over the years. 

And yet, you knew that—for the first time—he was struggling to read you.

Staring out at the long drive, elbows on the rail, you tried desperately to swallow the lump in your throat. “I’m leavin’.”

Clearly not sure he’d heard you right, “Wha’?”

You were unable to look at him. “I’m leavin’,” bracing yourself with a deep breath, you forced the rest, “Movin’. Outta sta’e.”

The forced lightness to his voice belied his panic. “Yer kiddin’.” 

You almost looked at him. Almost met his eye. Almost caved. You forced yourself to keep your eyes forward and shook your head.

“This— I mean— Ya can’— Ya jus’—” Pausing, trying to get his thoughts in line, he ran a hand through his hair.

You waited, knowing what was coming.

“This's abou’ Jocelyn ‘gain.” His voice was hard, angry, just as you knew it’d be.

Sighing, you closed your eyes. “No, Len. I’s no’.”

“Ain’t it?” he snapped. “Ya keep sayin’ ya don’ like her an’ tha’ she’s bad news an’ whate’er. Bu’ now you’re leavin’ an’ tha’s no’ wha’ this’s abou’?” His voice was already starting to rise, just as it always did when she came up.

You squeezed your eyes tighter for a moment. “No. I’s no’. An’ I don’ know how many times I have ta tell ya, i’s more than tha’. She—” you choked, “She brin’s ou’ the wors’ in ya, Len.”

He laughs in disbelief. “Wha’ the fuck is tha’ suppose’ ta mean? Tell me. ‘Cause ya keep sayin’ shit like tha’, bu’ ya ne’er say why .”

And, just like that, the pain and betrayal you’d been feeling ignited. 

You whirled on him. “I have said why. You jus’ ain’t listenin’ .” Holding up your fingers, you started ticking things off. “She’s a complete narcissis’, a pathological liar, an’ a cheat. She’s gaslightin’ ya. She always makes herself seem like the victim, no matter da situation. She ain’t go’ no goals in life other than draggin’ ya down. She always insists she’s righ’, even ‘gens’ people she knows ’s go’ more es’perience dan her. She always needs ta be the center o’ attention. She’s usin’ ya for yer status an’ money.”

Leonard took a step back, surprised at your venom. 

But you weren’t finished. “An’ you . Yer es’hausted ‘cause she’s keepin’ ya up all hours o’ da nigh’. Which has yer insomnia kickin’ back up. She’s playin’ wit’ yer self-esteem an’ I can see ya fallin’ back inta a depression. Yer drinkin’ an’ standoffish an’ rude , an’ she’s got ya dissmissin’ e’rethin’ I go’ ta say. Ya ain’t seen any o’ yer other friends in months .” All but growling with frustration now, “She’s takin’ over yer whole life an’ you’re jus’ lettin’ her .”

Leonard didn’t move, still too stunned. 

You took a breath, squeezing your eyes tight. One traitorous tear slipped out, burning a path down your cheek. The fire dimmed inside you, suffocated by the thought of what was about to happen. 

“Ya told me once tha’ ya’d never date someone I didn’ like. An’ despite telling ya, multiple times , tha’ she elicits a trauma response in me, yer still wit’ her . Ya ain’t listenin’ ta what I gotta say, jus’ ‘cause it ain’t wha’ ya wanna hear.”

You opened your eyes, finding Leonard with his jaw set. He clearly wanted to go off again. You remembered a time when anger never would have been his first response. Especially not toward you.

Despite having told yourself you weren’t going to cry, the tears were rolling freely down your face now. “Dis ain’t abou’ her, Len. Dis is abou’ you. I can’ jus’ stand here an’ watch ya des’roy yerself.”

His voice, hard and accusatory, cut into your heart like a knife, “So, wha’? Dis is where ya say I either break up wit’ her, or yer leavin’? Yer makin’ me choose?”

You shook your head, finally pulling the letter out of your back pocket. “No, Len. Dis is where I tell ya goodbye.” 

You held out the paper and he snatched it. 

“I’m bein’ recrui’ed inta Starflee’. Dey wan’ me ta join deir research an’ analysis division.” 

He snorted derisively, “‘Course dey do.” Then, “Ya hate Starflee’. Fascis’ egotistical bastards an’ all tha’. Why da fuck are ya joinin’ up now?”

You sighed. “Dey also have da leadin’ programs in theoretical astrophysics, engineerin’,  an’ neuroscience. No’ ta mention, it’s da only place on earth ta learn xeno-communications an’ alien culture.” 

He blinked at you, lost for words. 

Softly, almost gently, “Da letter arri’ed yesterday. Dey wan’ me ta star’ dis semes’er… I’d have ta leave nex’ week.” 

That was a punch in the face. He looked down at the letter, confirming that it was indeed true. His anger melted before your eyes, turning into… something.

The two of you were supposed to go to Ole Miss for the next three years. Leonard was going to finish his pre-med and you were going to round off a few bachelor’s. Then the two of you would transfer to Johns Hopkins. Him for his MD, and you for studies in Neuroscience and Virus Research. 

This had been your plan since junior high, back when you’d first decided where your lives were headed. The two of you had been inseparable long before then, and it was only natural that you’d continue together. It had been a given; a done deal; an unspoken agreement.

Until now. 

You had a feeling your academic advisor had gone behind your back and sent your transcript to Starfleet herself. It was probably accompanied by a glowing recommendation and sent with the best of intentions.

Regardless, it was an opportunity, and you were taking it.

“So… Dat’s i’ den? Ya’ve already made up yer min’. Yer jus’... jus' leavin’. Jus’ like dat.” His disbelief was starting to harden. The anger was breaking through again.

Swallowing hard, you nodded.

“After e’erythin’. Yer jus’ gonna walk away.”

His cold, stoic anger only confirmed that you were making the right decision. “I tol’ ya I wadn’ gonna give ya an ultima'um. Dat I wadn’ gonna make ya choose.”

Bitterly, “So, yer choosin’ for me?”

You couldn’t say you weren’t.

“Ya really don’ like her dat much.” 

Another knife to your heart.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped toward him. Leaning in, you kissed his cheek. Looking him in the eye, you breathed, “I will always love you, Len. No matter wha’.”

And then you walked away. 

[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

[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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[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

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

[chasingstardustandmoonbeams]

Once More (III)

A/N: I would like to thank Star Trek: Short Treks for giving me permission to have Spock laugh and smile. I did so much research for this, it's not even funny. I must have stared at the Enterprise schematics for a full hour.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: None (unless you count minimal proof reading)

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Side by side you walked with Spock through the Enterprise hallways. You weren’t quite sure where you wanted to go, you just knew you’d be damned if you lived through another routine loop again. You chewed on your lip, there were so many endless possibilities in front of you right now. The part that you still had yet to wrap your head around was that none of it mattered. No matter what you did with Spock, you’d simply reset as if none of it ever happened. Just an endless Thursday. Over and over again until the end of time itself. 

At least you weren’t alone. At least you had Spock. Spock who always seemed to escape you and capture you all at once. Trying to figure out Spock was almost as maddening as trying to figure out what was causing the loop. 

“What destination did you have in mind?” Spock asked gently, his gaze on you as he matched your stride. It was so hard for you to imagine how he was feeling. Did he feel helpless like you? Was he anxious about finding a way to end this? 

“Rec room?” You questioned. You weren’t sure why you said it - being on the Enterprise didn’t leave you with very many options. 

“Are you inquiring or stating?” He cocked his head to the side, eyebrow arching. He was teasing you as only Spock knew how. 

You let out a snort, your gaze on Spock as the corner of his mouth twitched. “Stating. Come on, I doubt there’s a crowd. Alpha shift is up and running and beta should be heading to bed soon.“

Spock simply nodded at you following your lead. You both found an empty corner in the rec room. You didn’t miss the odd looks from some of the crew. You understood for the most part. You and Spock weren’t necessarily seen together outside of the odd job or two. Though it wasn’t for lack of trying - at least on the part of Erica andUhura’s. Your two friends often meddle in a way that leaves you more perplexed than you’d like to admit. 

Sitting across from Spock, you anxiously began to drum your fingers. There were too many thoughts racing through your head. You had been trying your best to hold it together. You knew there were at least five loops where you had become a total asshole to everyone around you. Spock, of course, had never wavered. His eyes landed on your hands, his eyebrow raising in question. 

“Are you alright, Lieutenant?” The words left his mouth so softly, that you nearly found yourself crying. It was too much - it was all too much. 

You paused the drumming of your fingers, a beat passed before you let out a humorless laugh. “I’m fine, Spock, really.” The last thing you needed was for Spock to think you couldn’t handle yourself. 

“Fine has variable definitions, Lieutenant. I would not consider fine an acceptable term for our situation.” 

Spock had a way of surprising you. He always had. You ran a hand over your face letting out a breath, “I’m…hanging by a very thin thread,” you sighed. “I need a break. I need to not think about the anomaly or the loop. I want…” your voice drifted. You weren’t sure what you wanted. 

“What do you want, Lieutenant?” Spock had gradually leaned forward, his chest now pressed against the side of the table. 

“I want you to stop calling me, Lieutenant, Spock,” you said, a smile appearing on your face. “I think after everything we’ve been through so far we can dispense with the formalities.”

You watched Spock, there was something there, an emotion at the surface that you couldn’t quite register. 

“That would be acceptable,” he paused, “Y/N”. The corner of his mouth tugged slightly upwards, it would be nearly imperceptible to anyone who was not paying attention. You found yourself wanting nothing more than to emit the response again. 

Smiling as you sat back in your seat, your mind reeling with the thought of knowing more, more about him,  “Can I ask you a question?” 

“Anything.” He said it so simply, so matter of factly that it almost took your breath away. You could almost hear Uhura and Erica muttering about how you and Spock try to talk more. There had been a conspiracy between the two of them that you were never able to get to the bottom of. 

“How do you feel about all of this? I know my emotions are more on the surface, but I can’t -” You hesitated, “This is selfish, but I need to not feel so alone.” 

Spock’s eyes met yours before his gaze drifted. “I am unsure of how to proceed,” he paused, “I worry for the safety of the crew and for you.” 

“Thank you,” you breathed. Spock gave you a simple nod in response. You found yourself leaning forward on the table, arms loosely crossed in front of you. “You know, I really didn’t think you’d agree to playing hooky with me.”

“Playing hooky?” 

“Ditching our jobs to do absolutely nothing meaningful,” you shrugged your shoulders. 

Spock leaned forward slightly across the table, “I do not believe I would categorize our interactions as having no meaning.” 

You made a face to let him know you doubted his meaning, “I’m sure there are at least twenty people you would have rather gotten stuck with than me.”

“On the contrary, while I would rather neither of us be in this situation, I am grateful for your company.” 

Instinct told you to deny, to argue that he would rather be with Chapel, La’an, Una, or Captain Pike. Instead you fought the instinct and gave him a small smile. “I’m glad I’m with you too, Spock.” 

Your answer seemed to satisfy him in some way, “Do you have other suggestions on how to best spend our time?” 

You let out another laugh that left Spock confused, “My plan is to have no plan.” 

“That would be counterintuitive,” he reasoned. 

“Yes, but considering our last twenty odd plans have literally and figuratively blown up in our faces, I think maybe going with the flow might work in our favor.” 

He paused, you could almost see the wheels turning in his head, “That is an acceptable premise.” 

“So-” 

“Lieutenant L/N there you are!” You watched as one of your engineering crew members, Kyle, briskly walked towards you both. 

“You ready to run?” You quickly got up from your seat. 

“Run?” 

“I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to spend the rest of this loop in the brig.” 

“Lieutenant!” 

Spock gently stood up from his seat, pushing in his chair. “What is the destination?” 

Your smile only grew wider, “Just follow me.”

Spock nodded at you. Both of you began your sprint out of the rec room. Faintly, you could hear both of your names being called. You could feel Spock matching your stride beside you. By nature you knew he was faster than you, still, he matched your speed. 

You felt free for the first time in a long while, your smile never leaving your face. You dodged and weaved your way through the sparse crowds in the hallways. You made your way to the turbolift, your own anxiety rising as you made your way inside. 

You looked at Spock now, he gave you a reassuring nod as you both walked into the turbolift. Gently you pressed the handle, “Deck 21.”

“Clarify,” Spock was looking at you in utter confusion. 

“When’s the last time you went bowling?” You leaned against the side of the turbolift. 

“I do not recall utilizing the bowling alley.” 

“Perfect,” you smiled, standing straight as the doors opened. 

Wordlessly, Spock followed you to the bowling alley. Of the six lanes, only one was occupied. There was a small group of ensigns huddled together to the farthest wall. Generic 20th century music echoed through the room. 

You spun to face Spock, “Tell me, Spock, have you ever bowled before?” 

Spock’s gaze flicked between you and the bowling balls. “I cannot say that I have, though I am familiar with the rules.” 

“I’ll go easy on you,” you smirked. You went first, carefully selecting a bowling ball before setting yourself up in front of the lane. You could hear cheers coming from the other side of the room as ensigns began high fiving each other in celebration of their game. 

“Be the ball,” you whispered. 

“I do not understand. How can one be the ball? It is not a sentient being.” 

You let out a sigh, “Figure of speech Spock, now please, shush,” you paused, “I need to focus,” you breathed out before releasing the ball. You watched as the ball rolled nearly perfectly straight down the middle of the lane. You successfully knocked down all of the pins save for one. 

You picked your ball back up and knocked your final pin over. You turned smiling facing Spock. “Your turn,” you encouraged, watching as he tilted his head to the side examining each ball before picking one. 

Spock stood rigid in the center of the lane, he simply stared at the pins in front of him for a minute before he swung his arm back to release the ball. You watched as the ball rolled perfectly down the center before knocking down all of the pins. 

“What? How did you- you’ve never bowled before?” You sat baffled on one of the chairs as Spock walked towards you. 

“I used simple geometry to calculate entry angle and its impact on pin deflection.” 

You stared gaping at him, “Did you,” you blinked, “did you just hustle me, Spock?” 

“I believe that to hustle you I need to have lied about my skills at bowling. As I have never played the game before I would not consider this swindling you.” 

You got up from your chair, grabbing your bowling ball. You turned to look at him, “Just you wait, by loop one hundred, I’ll be taking you for all your money.” 

“I am not sure that would be sufficient time for you to succeed.”

You spinned around to look at him, eyes wide. “Now you’re trash talking me?” You said in disbelief. You nearly found yourself laughing. He was staring at you with the straightest face imaginable, but his eyes, oh his eyes told you a different story. 

“I am simply stating that your current skills would need more practice.” 

“I see,” you bit your lip to hide your grin. “Well, we’ll just have to see about that now, won’t we?” You brought the ball up to your face before swinging it back and bringing it forward. You watched as you got a perfect strike. 

With a bounce in your step you walked directly in front of Spock who sat with his eyebrow raised. You leaned down a bit to better meet his eye level, “Don’t hustle the hustler,” you teased before taking a seat across from him. 

“Indeed,” he replied. He stood walking to retrieve his own ball. You watched as Spock got another perfect strike. “Perhaps we are a better a match than I had anticipated.” 

You found your mouth had gone a bit dry at the thought, “Oh, we’re just getting started,” you said softly before getting your ball. “I will win.” 

“I expect nothing less than your best effort,” he replied. 

On and on you went, one strike after the next. You tried not to let your minder wander, though Spock had a way of distracting you in ways that you weren’t used to. There was one goal and one only, win. Your life was full of nothing but loss lately, but this? This you could win. 

It was the final game, if Spock got another strike it would be a tied game. After he bowled a perfect game you couldn’t see how he wouldn’t get another strike. 

Spock spared you a glance before he let his final ball go. You watched the ball veer left going straight into the gutter. He quickly collected his ball and managed to only knock down five pins.

You jumped up from your seat in disbelief. “Did you just-?”

“I miscalculated the trajectory,” he said simply before sitting down. “I believe your next turn determines the winner.” 

“Spock, I’ve never seen you ever miscalculate anything,” you sputtered. 

“It is illogical to believe I can never make mistakes.” 

You looked at him, trying to find any tell that he was lying. You squinted at him before finally acquiescing. You lined your ball up and watched with bated breath as you got a strike. You screamed jumping up and down. 

“I won! Oh my God, I won!” 

“Well, played,” Spock stood behind you giving you the barest hint of a smile. 

“You totally threw the game so I could win, didn’t you?” 

“I lost fairly,” he stated, “I believe it is time for our midday meal.” 

You sighed, “Yeah, okay.” 

You followed Spock from the turbolift to the mess hall. Both of you walking towards the replicators. You were making your way over to Spock, when you were suddenly yanked backwards. 

“And just where the hell have you been?” 

You stared wide eyed at Erica. Unsure exactly what to say. 

“Engineering has been looking everywhere for you,” she squinted at you, “Well, you and Spock.” You watched as her face went from confusion to questioning to disbelief. “Were you - were you playing hooky with Spock?” 

“Um,” you hesitated. 

“You, you actually got Spock, Vulcan rule follower, Spock to ditch work?” 

“Well…”

“I knew it!” 

“Knew what?” 

“Oh, no, Uhura is going to want to hear this too.” Erica steered you towards a table where Uhura sat sipping her soup. 

“Hey, what’s-” 

“Y/N was playing hooky with Spock,” Erica rushed out. 

Uhura’s eyes went wide. Her gaze drifted behind you and back to your face. “That explains why Spock is just staring over here. He actually looks a bit…well a bit like a kicked puppy. What happened?”

“Nothing, nothing happened. We just…went bowling.” 

“Bowling,” Erica repeated. “Is that a new code for-” 

“No!” You cried out shrinking a bit as you got stares from the crew around you. “We literally were bowling…I won, not that it matters.” 

Erica and Uhura looked at each other before turning back to face you, “What brought this on?” 

“I can’t say,” you mumbled. 

“What do you mean you can’t say?” Erica questioned. 

“I literally can’t say.” 

“We won’t say anything, this is just between us,” Uhura said softly. “It’s just, well, we’ve noticed a bit of a…” 

“Connection,” Erica offered. 

“I was going to go with tension, but that works too.” 

“What are you two on about?” You argued. 

“That’s why we’ve been trying to get you and Spock to hang out more. There are these, I don’t know, lingering looks between the two of you.” 

“What?” You stammered, “There are no lingering looks between Spock and I.” 

“Oh, yes there are,” Erica urged. “So again, what has got the two of you playing hooky?” 

“I can’t,” you insisted. 

“Oh, come on, we’re your best friends.” 

“I can’t-” 

“Just tell us.”

“I really-” 

“Just-” 

You stood up harshly from your seat, “Fine!” You could feel the entire mess hall looking at you. “Spock and I are stuck in a time loop!” 

“What are you-” 

Alarms began to blare throughout the Enterprise. 

“Shit,” you sighed, sitting down and putting your head down on the table. 

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You knocked on the door timidly. Spock opened the door and looked down at you. 

“Okay,” you sighed, “That one was on me.” 

Spock gave you a look that made you run your hands over your face in frustration. Spock turned to the side allowing you entry into his room. 

“May I inquire as to what prompted you to tell Lieutenant Ortegas and Ensign Uhura about our situation?”

You could feel heat rushing towards you face, you quickly turned away from Spock and looked anywhere but him. 

“Uh,” you started, “They were just asking me a bunch of questions. I got a bit overwhelmed and it kind of just…slipped out.” 

“It slipped out?” 

“Mhmm,” you replied, your eyes locking on the Vulcan lute in the corner. “I didn’t know you played,” you said softly, your eyes finally meeting his. 

“I find it helps me to work through difficult problems,” he stated. 

“Has it helped with figuring out the anomaly?” 

“No, it has not.” 

“Would you…would you play something for me?” You weren’t sure what made you ask. You never in a million years would have just straight asked Spock anything like this, but now - now things were different. At least in the loop. 

He nodded his head before retrieving his lute. Spock took a seat, following his lead you took a seat next to him. You watched as Spock delicately plucked the strings, the sound emitting from the instrument was like nothing you’d ever heard before. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, you found that you had completely gotten lost in his playing. When he plucked the final notes, he gently set the instrument aside before meeting your gaze. 

“That was beautiful, Spock, really.” He looked different to you now, calmer, more relaxed than you’d seen him in a while. It was nice, different. This version of Spock was new to you, but you found that he was someone you wanted to see more of. 

He gave you a curt nod, his hands now folded in front of him. “I do not believe everyone would agree with you. I have received a noise complaint before.” 

“What? That’s crazy. Who would do that?” 

“I was not able to procure the identity of the complainant, however, I have my suspicions.” 

You silently nodded chewing on your lip, “So,” you started, “How should we spend today?” 

Spock furrowed his brow, “Are you familiar with the game Yahtzee?” 

You smiled widely, “You could say that.” 

You played with Spock for hours. Laughing as he said would yell out Yahtzee with that emotionless tenor. 

Spock’s eyes met yours as you threw your head back laughing at a passing comment he made about winning. You were doing a victory dance after finally beating him after five rounds of losses.

The sound hit your ears before you could register what was happening, you quickly looked to see Spock laughing, his smile wide as you paused your exaggerated movements. You smiled at him in disbelief. 

He quickly clamped his mouth shut, “My apologies.” 

“Why are you apologizing?” 

Spock seemed to hesitate, “I was advised to ‘keep my freaky to myself’”

“Spock, we are living nothing but freaky now, please don’t hide yourself from me. You and I are all we have.” 

The corner of Spock’s mouth turned upwards to a smile, “Noted.” 

“Do you want to try take two on getting food?” You prompted. 

“That would be acceptable,” Spock said. 

The both of you walked side by side towards the mess hall. Spock all the while discussing with you the probability formula he used to help him with the game. As you walked into the mess hall, you avoided the replicator from yesterday. You watched as Spock used it instead. Erica, instead of you targeted Spock. 

You watched from across the mess hall as Spock no doubt endured the same cross examination you did on the last loop. You watched as his gaze bounced back and forth from Uhura to Erica. Both women fired off one question after the next. 

You heard alarms blaring overhead, a laugh escaping from you. Crew members watched you wearily as you stood up on a table, hands cupped over your mouth to help carry your voice. 

“Looks like this one is on you, Spock,” you laughed, enjoying the embarrassed expression on his face. You could swear you could see his ears tint green from your angle on the table. 

“I’ll see you in a few!” you yelled out before white light enveloped you. 

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Spock met you in front of your own room, you opened the door with a small smile. 

“Do I want to know what they said to get you to spill the beans?” You teased. 

Spock’s gaze drifted down, his hands folding behind his back, “I do not believe that the conversation was relevant.” 

You let out a small laugh, “If you say so.” 

Making your way out of the door, you walked beside Spock through the hallways. You could see Sigala up ahead with your cup of coffee. You took the cup as you passed him without looking, “Thanks Sigala!” You said in passing. 

You sipped on the warm drink as you walked with Spock, both of you held a comfortable silence. You spent the majority of the day with Spock hiding in cargo bays to keep from being questioned. The both of you managed to find the food preparation bay, saving you both from the questioning of Erica and Nyota. 

Time passed around you both slowly, blurring around you until the only thing you could see clearly in front of you was Spock. It was terrifying and comforting and another emotion you couldn’t quite put your finger on - thrilling you almost thought. 

Spock, for his part, had managed to occupy you both with an endless barrage of questioning. Some of it involved your opinions of the mechanics of the warp core, and other questions had you trying to hold back laughter. When Spock had asked if you liked eggplant, you had nearly hit your head against the cargo wall. 

It was easy with Spock. Something you could not have predicted, you found yourself almost oddly grateful with the time with him. 

You both managed to find more food before making your way to the observation deck. You both sat across from each other on the floor of the observation deck. 

“There’s nothing quite like it is there?” You said out loud, your eyes fixed solely on the view in front of you. 

“No, I do not believe there is,” Spock replied. 

You turned to look at Spock, his gaze already on you. 

“How many loops has it been, you think?” You set your dinner aside and gave Spock your full attention. “I feel like I lost track around twenty loops ago.” 

“Eighty-six.” 

Your brow furrowed as you tried to think back on your loops. “Really?” 

“Yes, we attempted to notify Captain Pike and the crew-” 

You silently waved him off, “It’s okay, I’m sorry I asked.” You found yourself slumping against the wall. You were deflating again. 

“You know,” you prompted, “I think this is the farthest we’ve made it without dying.” 

“You are correct,” he agreed. His gaze fixed solely on the view of the stars.

“What are you thinking, Spock?” 

“Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland,” he paused, “My mother used to read it frequently when I was a child.” 

“It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.” 

“You are familiar with the book?” 

You gave him a soft smile, “A little. I think I read it when I was a kid. I only remember small details here and there. It kind of feels like we traveled down the rabbit hole a bit, doesn’t it?” 

Spock let out a warm hum in response, “I would be inclined to agree with your statement.” 

Alarms began to blare overhead, repeating red alert. 

“Well, I guess that’s it for this loop,” you sighed, scooting your way closer to Spock. You were shoulder to shoulder now. 

Spock turned his head to look at you. You looped your arm through his, your head resting against his shoulder. 

“Spock?” 

“Yes?” 

“I…” you bit your lip, unsure of what you wanted to say. Words clawed their way up your throat, but died on your lips. 

Your vision began to swim with white. You squeezed your eyes shut, holding onto Spock’s arm more firmly. 

I think I’m being to fall in love with you, you thought before you felt the pull in your stomach. The rest of time falling around you.

[sad-trekkie-life]

Can some lovely people please recommend me some Star Trek TOS fanfics where the character portrayal is VERY canonical/accurate in your opinion? Would love hurt-comfort /whump/damsel in distress of someone of the triumvirate (bonus points if it’s Bones but not necessary) and where all three are in focus and have cute or interesting or angsty moments with each other. Please and thank you. Will leave the authors comments!

[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.