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reallydelicatezombie · 2 years

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Wearing Lingerie For Spock

*swings in on a vine in a faux fur bikini* Here, I wrote this imagine/headcanon just because I could. *swings away*

Warnings: Smutty, but not full on smut. Smut adjacent, if you will.

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‐You might think Spock would find lingerie illogical, but you'd be wrong

-Very wrong

-See, Spock is still part human male, and that means he has needs; and he's part Vulcan male, which means he still has needs and urges, even if he might sometimes give the impression that he doesn't

-We've seen T'pring with Spock after her proposal; she had on lingerie, and it was beautiful

-And in Spock's dream where his human half fights his Vulcan half, T'Pring is in what I am willing to bet is the Vulcan equivalent of a nightie (again, very beautiful and very sensual)

-So while he was with T'Pring, Spock definitely had some experience with seeing his beloved in lingerie; but now that they're not together and he's with you, he hasn't seen you in lingerie

-And that's a real shame, because you look amazing in lingerie, and you want to see Spock go feral for you; you want to tease this Vulcan, and make him completely lose control and unleash that burning passion that waits just below the thin veneer of complete self-control

-So you plan the perfect evening, on a weekend where you and Spock both have two whole days off (barring an emergency) and you can really take your time to make him go wild

-You go through every piece of lingerie in the clothing replicator options, wanting to choose the perfect piece

-You look through creamy silks and blushing satins, red plunging lace and sheer black mesh; you try on many items, turning this way and that in the mirror, making sure you look and feel sexy before you make your choice

-You're getting a little worried, not finding exactly what you want until you see it , The One®️, the thing that will make you feel like a goddess and will make Spock lose his shit

-A gorgeous black lace bra and panties, with black garters and stockings; you complete the look with glossy black heels

-The color complements your (skin color) perfectly; the bra hugs your breasts, lifts them and makes them more enticing; and the panties and garters show off your best assets, your curvy ass and thick, wide hips and thighs. Oh, you are going to enjoy teasing and pleasing the Vulcan in this!

-You spend all day getting ready; you clean your quarters, set the table with candles and Spock's favorite Vulcan meal, pour some wine and dim the lights. You put on your best dress, a deep red silky number, and your favorite perfume. The lingerie you'll save for later ;)

-When Spock arrives, you're a little nervous; you've had sex before a few times now, and he's seen you in your bra and panties, but nothing so fancy and sexy as what you have planned for the evening.

-Spock takes one look around the room and at you, and can instantly tell something's up; he's not a moron, and can tell that if you put this much thought and effort into the evening, you must have something special planned.

-But what it is, Spock doesn't really have an idea about; he decides that given the atmosphere and your dazzling appearance, it must be a good surprise, and he decides to just sit back and enjoy it. He always finds himself surprisingly relaxed and happy around you.

-He leans down to give you a deep kiss that steals your breath away. "You are vision of beauty," he compliments you, his dark eyes taking you all in. You blush at how sweet he is. He looks quite handsome in his uniform, as always.

-You two sit down to enjoy the meal, and the wine and conversation flow easily. After finishing the meal, you and Spock move over to the sofa, and Spock moves to pull you down onto his lap, BUT--you put out your hand onto his chest to stop him.

-He quirks an inquisitive brow at you. "Not yet," you say with a sly smile. "I'll be right back." You give him a quick kiss and then disappear into your bedroom.

-Now Spock is really intrigued. He waits patiently, but thankfully he doesn't have to wait long.

-As you take one last look at yourself in the mirror, you are suddenly nervous. What if your super-logical boyfriend finds this silly? What if he doesn't understand why you're doing this? You're briefly embarassed, but then you take a deep breath, tell yourself that Spock is going to flip, and make your way into the living room.

-When the doors to your bedroom open and you finally step out, Spock's jaw literally drops. He feels his breath leave his lungs as he just drinks in the sight of you wrapped in your sexy lingerie. You needn't have worried.

-Spock eagerly leans forward and his hands actually clench, desperate to touch you. He can't believe what he's seeing, all your beautiful curves hugged by the black lace, supple flesh straining against the flimsy fabric.

-Spock's dick immediately hardens as you sensually make your way over to him. "See something you like?" you tease as you get in front of him. You lean down to where your tits are eye level with him and place your hands on his broad shoulders.

"Y/n," he says your name heatedly, his large hands coming up to grip your waist. He gently but firmly pulls you down on his lap. "What is all of this for?" he says in wonder, his eyes coming up to rest on your face.

-"It's all for you, Spock," you say seductively, leaning forward to give him a better view of your cleavage, which his eyes immediately go back down to. So, the Vulcan, does like lingerie after all, you smirk. You decide to tease him even more, because you know you can get him riled up. All the while, his hands are now roaming over your body, cupping your breasts, tracing the outline of the lace over them with his fingers, squeezing your ass, which is exposed due to the shape of your panties, running down your stockinged thighs and legs.

-You dip your head so your lips are just barely grazing the outer shell of his ear as you whisper, "See, I want you to do anything you want to me. I want you rip this off of me and fuck me until I can't stand up straight." You lick his ear and gently nibble on the pointy tip. Spock sharply inhales at this, and you feel his rock hard dick twitch in his pants.

-He chuckles darkly at your request and says, "Oh, I am nothing if not obliging. I will gladly assist you in this endeavor." You feel a surge of moisture coat your slit and dampen your panties.

-Spock suddenly picks you up effortlessly and throws you on the bed. His eyes are so dark and his gaze so intense you have the fleeting thought that perhaps you'll get more than you bargained for, and that excites you even more.

-Spock undoes your bra with one swift flick of his wrist. You go to take your garters off, but Spock practically growls, "No, keep those on. And the shoes." And with that, he snaps your underwear in half (for which he will apologize profusely later, even though you reassure him it's fine), and proceeds to fuck you for what is literally the rest of the evening. You start on the bed, make your way back to the sofa, then he bends you over the kitchen counter (your shoes fall off at that point, but neither of you care by then), and after that holds you up against the wall. You're not sure how he's still standing by the end of it, except for his Vulcan strength. He is drenched in sweat by the time you two finally collapse, completely spent. As you catch your breath, he turns to you and says, in his deep voice, "Is that everything you desired, ashayam?" You assure him that it was even better than what you imagined.

-From then on, lingerie becomes a routine part of your love life. You introduce Spock to all kinds: lacy nighties, matching bra and panties sets, corsets, crotchless thongs, bodysuits, even themed lingerie (Spock would literally die if anyone ever found out, but for his birthday you wore a cupless bra French maid number, and let's just say, he now requests it regularly, and he would find it illogical, except that seeing how sexy you are in it, he finds it perfectly logical that he wants you in it so much)

-You have tried every color and pattern imaginable, too: his favorite colors on you are red, black, nude (to match your s/c), and blushing pinks. He can't help it. You look incredible in these and when you go through all the trouble of dressing up for him, he finds it would be incredibly rude to not properly appreciate and admire you, after all.

-He has bought you some items, too, that he has found on various away missions. He can't help but think about what you'll look like for him in it when he picks them out. Anyone else would be shocked to see how much of his yearly expenditures are spent on lingerie.

-You *may* have taken some racy boudoir photos for him to look at when he is horny misses you. He actually thanked you every day for a month, and said they were among his most prized possessions.

-You are a complete tease and will purposefully wear stockings and garters under your short skirts, making sure to bend over in front of the commander (not where anyone else could see, of course). Which results in disciplinary action against you, if you know what I mean ;)

-"Lt. Y/n, I must discuss an urgent matter with you in Holodeck 5." (The urgent matter is his boner.)

-You will also shamelessly innocently walk into a room in nothing but your uniform skirt, boots, and a lacy bra. "Honey, have you seen my uniform top? I can't seem to find it anywhere." This is of course followed by you bending over unnecessarily to look for it. You walk around, making sure your curves are *jiggling*, as you sigh dramatically.

-This ends with Spock eyeing you the entire time, walking over to you, reaching behind you onto the counter, and handing you your top, which he knows damn good and well you left there on purpose. "Would you like me to assist you in putting on your uniform, y/n?"

-"Oh, thank you, Commander." Which results in you not getting your top on, but in the rest of your clothes coming off. It delights you to no end that the great, stoic, intelligent Spock is completely obsessed with you in skimpy lingerie.

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make-me-imagine · 1 year

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Two Hearts, Eight Words

Plot: Though not entirely versed on the traditions of Valentines Day, Spock does know it often includes two things. A gift, and a confession.

Pairing: Spock x Gn!Reader (short-term established relationship)

Requests: "I think I am in love with you." + Him not understanding it but going like “It’s custom for your species to do something on this specified date so I got this for you”

Requested By: @anonymousewrites and @oneshortstack

Warnings: I tried to be neutral with the gift he gives the reader, but if bracelets aren't your thing I'm sorry!~ Use of Y/n once or twice. A mention of "drinks" but no alcohol is mentioned specifically. Kissing towards the end.

Words: 1.1k

Spock stood outside your quarters for a few moments as he rehearsed what he was going to say in his head. It was not often he felt nervous, but you often tended to bring it out in him, even after you had entered into a relationship.

Finally making his presence known, he waited patiently for you to open the door. As it slid open, revealing you, he felt his heart jolt when you grinned at him.

"Hello Spock."

He bowed his head sligthly "Y/n." Looking past you to make sure you were alone he met your eyes again "May I come in?"

"Of course." You said as you stepped aside.

As you watched Spock walk into your room, you noted he seemed a bit more stiff than usual. Turning to face you, his face was more stern as well.

"Is everything alright?"

"Everything is fine, I'm not disturbing your work am I?"

You shook your head "You never do Spock."

A small smile seemed to cross his face momentarily before he spoke "I believe, back on Earth it is the holiday Valentines Day."

As he said this, you felt your heart jolt a little, you had realized this, but you did not expect anything since Spock was often not aware of human holidays.

"Yes, it is."

"You seem surprised I know that."

You chuckled softly "Well I wasn't sure you'd ever really heard about it."

He quirked his brow "These past few days it has been impossible to escape it. I've heard most of the human crew members discussing it. Though, I did also now about it beforehand."

"If you are worried I'm expecting something, you don't have to do anything." You said with a reassuring smile, not knowing if he cared to celebrate at all.

He quirked his head slightly "In the past when Vulcan holidays or traditions are common, you often go out of your way to help me celebrate them. I wish to do the same for you. For Valentines Day, it’s custom for human to do something on this specified date, so I got this for you”

You watched as he pulled something from behind his back, a thin rectangular box held closed with a ribbon

"Oh." You took it gently as he handed it to you, your breath caught in your throat for a moment. "Thank you Spock."

Opening the box, you revealed a delicate bracelet with a beautiful orange stone.

Spock saw your face light up and could tell you liked it. "It was made on Vulcan, I thought you might appreciate it's beauty and craftsmanship."

"It's amazing Spock, thank you." You grinned at him as you took it out of the box.

Spock stepped forward, taking the bracelet from you as he gently held up your wrist with his other had. You smiled as he placed it around your wrist himself. When he was done, he locked eyes with you and smiled.

Stepping forward, you pressed a kiss to his cheek "Thank you."

"You are welcome Y/n." He said softly, his voice sending a light shiver up your spine. "I hope you are also free for dinner, I wish to dine with you as well."

You smiled and nodded "I'd love that too."

"Our usual time?"

You nodded "Yes."

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A few hours later, after Spock had left you and gone back to his station, you finished your work, all the while, anticipating your dinner with him.

You decided last minute to get him flowers. You were not sure what he would really think of them, but you hoped he would appreciate the gesture. Especially since he decided to do something for you.

Heading towards his quarters, flowers in hand, you received some amused and knowing looks from other crew members, as well as a cheesy joke from Erica.

As you stood outside his door, your eyes cast down at the bracelet you had put back on. You smiled as your heart fluttered in your chest.

When the door slid open, revealing Spock, you grinned at him as you handed him the flowers.

"These are for you."

Spock looked at the flowers as he took them, blinking a few times before you saw his lip quirk. As he looked back into his quarters, you followed his line of sight, spotting flowers sitting on the table.

"We seemed to have the same idea."

You grinned as he gestured for you to come inside. Walking over to the bouquet of lilies he got you, you smiled before you looked at him again "Thank you, they're beautiful."

"And thank you. I have never received flowers as a gift." He said as he stared down at the orchids you got him.

You felt a blush crawl across your cheeks, but amusement lined your face.

"That's a shame, everyone should at least once."

He met your eyes and hummed lightly, as if thinking about your comment. Turning he looked over to the dining table wear he had prepared dinner. "Shall we eat?"

You nodded and smiled as you followed him to the table.

Once you had finished eating, you sat on the floor side by side, drinks on the table as you talked. Spock, who held your hand in his, gently caressed his thumb over your skin. After a moment of silence, he spoke softly as if thinking over his words carefully.

"If I am correct, it is often that on Valentines Day, people confess their feelings to others."

You nodded "Yes, it's how many first dates happen and its the beginning of a lot of relationships too."

"We are already in a relationship."

You giggled softly "Yes, we are."

"Yet I still wish to tell you."

You tilted your head as you eyed him, your ears burning a little. "Tell me what?"

His eyes finally left your hand and met yours. He stared at you in silence for a moment before he spoke, his voice deep, but soft "I think I am in love with you."

You felt your heartbeat pick up as your breath caught in your throat for a moment. Your ears and neck burned as your chest tightened.

"And are you okay with that?" You spoke slowly, somewhat weary of his answer

Slowly a smile spread across his face "Yes, I am."

A smile crossed your face as well as you let out a soft breath "That's good, because I think I'm in love with you too."

Spock's head tilted a bit as he lifted his hand, gently caressing your cheek before he placed his fingers under your chin. Leaning towards each other, your lips touched softly as you kissed. Pulling away for a second, you kissed again deeper and longer this time.

Pulling away after a few more moments, your eyes locked as you smiled at him "Thank you for celebrating Valentines Day with me."

"Thank you for allowing me to share it with you." He replied smoothly before he pulled you in for another kiss.

xx End xx

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procrastinatorimagines · 2 years

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You knew Spock had feelings, all Vulcans did, they just didn't show them in a way humans, or most species, were used to, preferring to be guided by logic.

Your problem was that you didn't know whether Spock had feelings for you.

And you had no idea how to figure it out, without potentially making a fool of yourself. He didn't exactly wear his heart on his sleeve.

You were both working late, studying the artefact retrieved from the last away mission, and you couldn't stop watching him as he worked next to you at the table.

It took you a minute to realise you were even doing it, too tired and too distracted, until Spock turned to you, feeling your eyes on him.

"Are you alright?" He asked, causing you to sit up straight suddenly, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Me? Er yeah, fine, just a little tired," you tried, mentally kicking yourself for how unconvincing you sounded.

"The tone of your voice indicates that you are no being entirely honest," Spock devised, placing the scanner he had in his hand down to give you his full attention, "if something is bothering you, you can tell me."

You hadn't anticipated doing this here and now, but you could tell that Spock was not going to let it go until you were honest with him.

"I've just, been thinking," you began, not really sure how to phrase this.

Spock raised one eyebrow, "thinking? About what?" He turned on his chair so his whole body was facing towards you.

"Vulcans and their... feelings," god, you were failing at this miserably.

"Our emotions?" He asked slowly and you nodded, "why the sudden curiosity?

"Forget I said anything," you replied quickly, feeling your cheeks heating up as you walked away.

"I can see from your embarassed reaction that I might have something wrong," Spock tried to deduce, angling his head slightly as he watched you.

"No, you haven't Spock, I mean it isn't-" you blabbed hopelessly, seeing no way out of the ginormous hole you dug for yourself.

Spock studied you for a moment, and then when you felt like you couldn't take his eyes burning into you any longer, what appeared to be a look of realisation passed over his face.

"Ah," he said, "I believe I know what this is about."

"You- you do?" You blinked, unsure of where this was going. You'd known Spock a long time, and the last thing you wanted to do was ruin your friendship.

"Yes," Spock said matter-of-factly, but then said nothing further for a long stretch of a moment.

"... and?" You prompted, not wanting to be the one to fill in the blanks in case you were wrong.

"And you are wondering if I have feelings for you," he told you, watching as you took a sharp inhale of breath. His statement had given nothing away.

"Spock-" you began, hoping to explain yourself in a way that would salvage his conversation.

"I do," he cut you off, and you felt the tension that had been building disipate instantly.

"You do?? You doublechecked, voice quieter than you'd intended.

"Yes, I believed that was obvious," he informed you, "we have been spending a lot of timetogether, working yes, but also eating together and spending time alone together for the sake of enjoying each other's company."

That was true, and it was when you'd developed feelings for him too, learning about each other, opening up to each other, finding out what you had in common...

He noticed your confused pause, and continued, "I can see now that this was not as obvious as I had previously thought, I apologise, on Vulcan-"

"No, it's okay Spock," you smiled, feeling a little silly, "I thought maybe, you know, that you did, but I didn't want to think I was reading into things the wrong way."

"I assure you, you were not," Spock promised, putting a hand on yours. You squeezed his hand, very much relieved

"Might I also assume," he added after a pause, "that this means you have feelings for me also?"

"Huh?" It took you a second to realise what he was asking, before you laugh, "oh, yes, yes I do."

"Good," he nodded, the corners of his lips twitching into what you would consider a smile for him, "because that would have made this rather awkward if not."

Before you could ask what this he was referring to, he leaned in and kissed you.

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unknownfacelessfanfictions · 6 months

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Hi! I saw that your requests were open, so I was wondering when if you can do where the team meets Fem! Y/n who is mute and is La’an’s twin sister?

Two Parts of a Whole

Pairing: (familial) La'an Noonien-Singh x fem!mute!reader; Crew x fem!mute!reader Fandom: Star Trek Strange New World Words: 4.5K Warnings: Mentions of La'an's Gorn trauma, Spoilers towards season 1 A/N: Thank you so much for requesting!! I hope it's satisfactory because this is the first time I wrote something like that. To be honest, I'm not entirely satisfied with it, but it won't get better. And I'm sorry that it took so long

The promenade of the space station she was currently on was packed and she was grateful that she had been able to get an empty spot on one of the pillars near the airlock. Not only several freighters had arrived almost simultaneously, but also two Vulcan research ships and an Andorian battle cruiser of the Imperial Guard. She had only noticed them in passing, however, as her focus was on the huge Federation starship. The USS Enterprise, NCC - 1701, Constitution Class and the flagship of the fleet. She, however, only cared about, one person on this huge ship.

Searchingly, she bobbed up and down, heel to toe and back again, hands clasped behind her back. Apparently she seemed to be so conspicuous that people were worried, because she was approached by an Andorian woman, quite brusquely, asking if she needed help, but she had quickly waved her aside. She was doing fine, even better than that, after all, she would be able to see her sister for the first time in months.

Perhaps it was a little paranoid of her to worry after such a short time, but the meeting with the Gorn had also left its mark on her. Unlike the rest of her family, she had not been on the SS Puget Sound because she had contracted Bolian smallpox, which was highly contagious, on the space station where they had stopped. Accordingly, she and her aunt, who was also ill, had been left on the station, with the expectation of returning to collect them after two weeks. At that time, no one could have guessed that it wouldn't come like that.

Her world had collapsed that day and, believing she had lost her entire family, she had spent days crying and refusing to eat or drink. And she probably would have gone on with it, had it not been for her aunt, who had begged her that her family had not wanted it that way and that she should not leave her alone. So she had carried on with her life as best she could, but it had seemed hollow and empty to her. Her siblings, but especially her twin, had been her motivation, her joy of life. A life without them had become unimaginable for her.

But just when she had convinced herself that it might, just maybe, be possible to survive without her family, the news arrived. La'an had survived. Her sister was alive. At first she hadn't wanted to believe it, the fear of raising her hopes unnecessarily was too great. Even when they were standing at the airlock, she had vehemently refused to even consider the possibility that she might still be alive. It was only when La'an had thrown herself around her neck, crying, and she had realised that, yes, La'an was alive, that she had been unable to hold on any longer and had cried just as unrestrainedly as La'an.

For the next few months, the twins were inseparable. Neither could last more than a few minutes in a room without the other, and their aunt had caught them both lying close together in bed at night to feel each other's body heat. Over the years, the situation had improved, but she still felt an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach when they were apart for long periods of time. She had been all the happier when she had learned that their paths would cross on this space station.

She herself was only nearby because she had been assigned by Starfleet to look more closely into the culture of Jitrav IV, with which it had only recently made contact. Strictly speaking, she was not a member of Starfleet in the sense of travelling the galaxy, but more in the sense of gathering information and reporting it back. In the past, she might have enjoyed flying through the quadrant in starships and getting to know new civilisations, but after the disaster with the Gorn, she had developed a real phobia about starships.

So she had devoted herself to exploring alien cultures from the safe distance of her home on Earth, but her work had been so distinguished that Starfleet had taken notice and wanted to hire her on one of their ships. She had decided against it, but in the end had gotten a relatively good deal out of it: Although she had to travel by starship from time to time, she would spend longer periods on other planets to learn about their cultures and languages. She documented her research thoroughly and sent it to Starfleet, whereas they paid for all her expenses as long as they remained within reason.

But this fear had not stopped her from getting into the first shuttle to this space station when La'an had told her that the Enterprise would dock there. She had been standing at her spot since early morning so as not to miss her sister. A few minutes ago, the first stream of Starfleet officers had poured onto the Promenade and she had to do her best to calm down. She knew La'an. She would not disembark until she was truly one hundred percent sure that there were no further duties. Knowing that her sister would need some more time, she began to observe the crowd of officers.

Frowning, she realised that most of them were human. She had expected this, but she had also been convinced that there had to be more non-humans on board. She noticed two Tellarites, a handful of Bolians and she thought she caught a glimpse of a Vulcan in a blue uniform out of the corner of her eye.

After twenty minutes of waiting, she saw an Aenar in a red uniform who was accompanied by a young woman in an equally red uniform who was talking intensely to him. Although he seemed grumpy and annoyed and gave the impression that he was not listening, she could see from his antennae directed at the young woman and the fact that she had spent two years on Andoria among Andorians and Aenar that he was listening more than attentively to her. Smiling, she shook her head and turned her attention back to the airlock. What a strange combination.

All in all, it took almost three quarters of an hour until she finally spotted her sister's dark braids, which were tightly braided back, but by then she could no longer be stopped. The promenade had emptied out a little in the meantime, so it wasn't particularly difficult for her to make her way to La'an, who fortunately noticed her in time. The latter fortunately noticed her in time to put her bag down before she crashed into the security officers. " Oof-" La'an groaned, but chuckled softly in response and after a short time of stiffness also put her arms around her to press her twin sister against her.

For a while they held each other tightly, even if it earned them some strange looks from bystanders. When she broke away from La'an, she noticed that she had blushed a little, but she didn't care. You are late, she signed. La'an nodded and smiled a little stiffly. "I know. However, I wanted to make sure everything was ready myself before I went to disembark." The young woman raised an eyebrow. Besides, you had to keep your reputation. La'an rolled her eyes. "Maybe a little."

La'an picked up her bags and followed her. They had agreed in advance to share quarters, so she just followed her to her quarters. Since it was difficult to converse while walking if one had to sign, they walked side by side in comfortable silence without another word to the other. It didn't bother her, as she knew that she and La'an would have plenty of time to talk. At the moment, it was simply important to her that her sister was with her again. Halfway to the lift, however, a voice stopped them. "Lieutenant Singh!"

They turned and she saw two women running towards them, whom she didn't know, her sister by all appearances did. One was slightly taller, had chin-length white-blonde hair and had apparently been the one who had called out to La'an. The other was smaller, had short dark hair and a cheeky grin on her lips. La'an just raised an eyebrow. "Yes?" "We were going out for a drink. Care to join us?" The taller one added with a quick glance at her" That goes for your...girlfriend too of course?" La'an narrowed her eyes. "She is my sister. And no thanks. I'm busy."

However, the two of them seemed not to have caught the last sentence, as the anthropologist and linguist was now the focus. "I didn't know you had a sister, Lieutenant." The blonde propped a hand on her hip as La'an took a deep breath. "Now you know." The shorter one held out her hand, which she hesitantly accepted. "My name is Erica Ortegas, Erica will do. And this is Christine." The blonde waved, but before she could do anything, La'an had placed a hand on her shoulder and hastily introduced her. "She is pleased to make your acquaintance, however we would like some time alone." Christine frowned. "Why don't you let her speak for herself?"

La'an's eyes only narrowed more, whereas she merely smiled in amusement and opened her mouth. Erica and Christine looked at her expectantly, only to look even more surprised when she began to sign instead. I'm mute and La'an translates for me, so it's all okay. She nodded her thanks to Christine. But thank you for your concern. After giving La'an a prompting look, she translated what her sister had said through clenched teeth, clearly annoyed at having been stopped by her colleagues.

Christine smiled but at the same time turned red in the face. "I'm sorry. Didn't mean it." She just tilted her head and nudged La'an. "That's all right. However, I would like to spend some time with my sister now." Erica and Christine, who was obviously still embarrassed by the whole thing, nodded and said a quick goodbye and she gave her sister a reproving look. You could have been a little nicer. La'an didn't respond any further.

Once in their quarters, La'an just barely took off her shoes and threw the bags on the floor before she fell backwards onto her bed and groaned. Her sister smiled slightly and snapped her hand to get her attention, whereupon she opened her eyes languidly. That bad? La'an sighed and sat up. "Well, I wouldn't know how to describe two run-ins with the Gorn any other way." She flinched and if she hadn't needed her hands to sign, she would have reached for La'an's. How? That was all she could bring herself to say, so much were her hands shaking. She knew how much the incident with the Gorn weighed on La'an, even more than on her, and the thought that her sister had had to face those monsters again did not make her feel at all comfortable.

La'an's voice broke several times before she was able to reply. "There were four Gorn ships. On Memorial Day. We barely got away, but we lost several crew members." She swallowed, but when she was asked if she wanted to stop, she replied in the negative. "The second time, we were on a planet, Valeo Beta V, responding to a distress call from a ship that had landed there. There weren't many of us, just a handful, and Enterprise had to move on and..." La'an broke off and her sister, who was now sitting next to her, squeezed her hand. In a shaky voice, La'an continued. "We found two survivors, however one was infected and before we knew it we were dealing with three hatchlings. Cadet Chia and Lieutenant Duke died. We almost lost our chief engineer as well."

But only almost? La'an laughed shakily. "It was more luck than good sense, really. We found out that the Gorn reproduce via their poison and Hemmer, our engineer, was hit. It didn't look good and without Doctor M'Benga on site...." She broke off. Gently her sister patted her back. He's all right though, isn't he? He's alive. "He was willing to sacrifice himself." La'an's voice was no more than a whisper and she had trouble understanding her. "I was the only one in the room with him, I could have stopped him, but I didn't do anything. I was too scared. If it hadn't been for the captain..." She tried to make calming noises to reassure La'an, however this seemed to have the opposite effect as she jumped up.

"No! You don't understand! I was ready to let a colleague, a friend, die because I was too scared! Because if I had thought even for a moment that he was from bloody Andoria, it might have occurred to me that he had a lower body temperature and consequently the process of hatching would be slowed! My fear almost killed Hemmer! How can I be head of security if my fear doesn't allow me to think clearly to protect the people who are under my protection?!"

She was shocked to see tears in La'an's eyes, which she resolutely wiped away. It's not your fault. She stood up and went over to her sister. Do you hear me? It is not your fault. He's alive, that's all that matters. "But I-" She clapped her hands loudly and interrupted La'an. No. It's not your fault, she repeated. Her gaze softened and she stroked La'an's shoulder. You have experienced traumatic things. No one blames you for being afraid. Most would have hidden in your place. Not you. No feelings of guilt. Please. La'an smiled bitterly before hugging her sister. "Thank you."

It took a while for the sisters to let go, but when they did, La'an seemed a lot more relaxed than before. At least, as relaxed as she could be. You have an Andorian as chief engineer? La'an frowned. "What makes you think that?" You said Andoria. "He's Aenar. They run even colder than Andorians. Don't ask me why though, I'm not a doctor."

I know. She grinned cheekily at her and they both had to think back to the incident in their childhood where La'an had tried to treat her wound with baking paper that did not absorb liquids. La'an smiled slightly. "I was six." So was I. Knew better anyway. She frowned briefly. Think I saw your chief engineer. "Oh yeah?"

She nodded. About that tall? She raised her hand. Red uniform. Grumpy? La'an smiled. "Sounds like Hemmer. Was he in company?" She nodded. Woman, small, short hair, black, red uniform. Talked a lot. La'an chuckled softly. "And that would be Uhura. She's a cadet, but one of the best linguists around. And she's somehow managed to befriend the grump of the ship." I didn't know you guys were friends. "Haha."

But he looked okay. Not hurt. A little grumpy, but healthy. "If that's your attempt to tell me it's all okay, stop. It's not making it better." She gave a silent sigh. Fine. But you need distraction. And relaxation. Her mind wandered back to the conversation from before. Fancy a drink?

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It was like pulling teeth to convince La'an to go to the bar, but in the end she won and, followed by a somewhat grim-looking La'an, went down to the promenade, which by now, due to the hour, had filled up again. Which one do you want? Take your pick. La'an sighed and finally pointed to a larger establishment that formed the centre of the promenade. "If we're going to drink, let's do it properly." Her sister grinned and together they entered the room.

It was already well filled, yet she was still able to grab a small booth for them while La'an went to the bar to return with two colourful drinks. "Well then," La'an sighed as she slid into her seat and raised her glass. "To a wonderful evening." Her facial expressions were far too exaggerated, yet she didn't care. Cheers, she signed back, before picking up her glass herself and clinking her glass against her sister's.

The glasses clinked softly, the sound drowning in the noise around them, and in sync the sisters downed the drink. But while La'an remained expressionless, she screwed up her face and hastily put the glass down. What is this!!! La'an smiled to herself, which caused her sister's expression to darken further. "A little bit of everything." She screwed up her face. I'm going to have the hangover of my life. "Probably." Thank you for your compassion.

La'an grinned, however that smile faded as she looked past her sister. "Oh God." She turned, following La'an's gaze until her own gaze lingered on a group of people in Starfleet uniform. There were four people, three men and one woman, if she was so free to take that in. One of the men seemed to be "leading" the group. He wore a yellow and gold top, had silver and grey hair and a cheeky grin on his lips as he talked incessantly to the woman, also dressed in yellow. The latter had tied her dark hair into a high plait and did not look very impressed, but had a narrow smile on her lips. The other two were dressed in different shades of blue. One was slightly shorter, had a beard and was giving her dad vibes, whereas the other was clearly a Vulcan, his arms behind his back and one eyebrow raised sceptically.

The first man seemed to notice them because his face lit up and he waved at La'an before turning to the others, whereupon the group of four came towards them. La'an narrowed her eyes. "Just what I needed." Her sister gently slapped her arm and gave her a reproving look before the group was already beside them. "Hi." The man smiled broadly at her and briefly she wondered if this man had ever considered becoming a model for dental advertising, so white did his teeth appear. "Would it be okay if we joined you, La'an." The woman interposed. "Unless of course you'd like some time alone, which would be perfectly understandable." At that she gave the man a stern look, under which he shrank but his smile did not.

La'an glanced briefly at her sister before, in the face of the hopeful smile, she sighed in surrender and slid up a little to make room for the four. As everyone looked at her more or less expectantly, she took over the introductions. "This is my sister. She is currently working on Jitrav IV as a xeno-anthropologist. This is Captain Christopher Pike, Commander Una Chin-Riley, Lieutenant Spock and Doctor Joseph M'Benga. We serve together." She grinned at La'an. Oh really, I would never have guessed. La'an just rolled her eyes, however, she seemed to have caught the interest of the others.

The Vulcan, Spock, raised his eyebrow. "You use sign language." Mockingly, she raised her eyebrow in turn. Oh do I? I hadn't noticed. La'an snorted into her drink and tried to suppress a laugh. "What did she say?" Pike looked at her as if she was the most intriguing thing he'd ever seen, which flustered and confused her in equal measure. It wasn't that special now. La'an cleared her throat. "That she is pleased to make your acquaintance." Indignantly, she slapped La'an's arm. I didn't say that! "Subtext," La'an added, which earned her a snort.

She then turned her gaze to Spock. I am mute. Sign language is therefore my only way of communicating with others. It has been done that way for centuries. La'an translated for her without twisting the words in her mouth this time. Well, hands. M'Benga cleared his throat. "I thought there were treatments by now." She shook her head. No long-term ones. Besides, the risks are too great. After that, the four of them left it at that and they returned to a more relaxed conversation. At least they tried to, since most of the conversation was really just Pike and her, La'an's translations excluded, and the occasional comment from M'Benga. Una spoke up from time to time, as did La'an, but Spock was silent almost the entire time.

After half an hour, their drinks were empty and Pike offered to get more, which everyone agreed to, but he came back with two more people in tow, though she had already seen them. "Look who I ran into. Thought it would be nice to add to the fellowship," Pike grinned as he placed the drinks on the table, pointing to the Aenar and the young woman standing behind him. While the Aenar, Hemmer if she remembered correctly, looked just as grumpy as before, the young woman, Uhura, smiled all over her face and instantly locked eyes with her.

"Hi, you're Lieutenant Singh's sister, aren't you? The Captain had mentioned it." She held out her hand. "I'm Cadet Uhura, but please call me Nyota. This is Hemmer and don't worry," she leaned down a little towards her, "He's only half as grumpy as he looks." Hemmer scoffed. "I'm blind, not deaf, Uhura. I heard you." Nyota blushed but didn't apologise and on closer inspection, she could see that Hemmer didn't really look mad. She smiled at them both and quickly introduced herself. To her surprise, La'an didn't even bother to translate, as Nyota seemed able to do so herself.

"Oh, that's a beautiful name." You know sign language? Apparently one could see the surprise on her face, because Pike laughed softly. "Uhura is quite talented with languages, you might say." For the first time in half an hour, Spock spoke up. "Cadet Uhura speaks over thirty-seven languages, so by human parameters, she is more than 'quite talented'." Her jaw dropped? Thirty-seven? You're too good for this ship. That elicited a laugh from Uhura and after they had all scooted up, the other two had also squeezed onto the bench, Hemmer a little more reluctantly than Uhura, which was why she was now squeezed between La'an and Pike. There were worse things.

In time, they were joined by Erica and Christine, who had a young man named Sam Kirk in tow, which was the moment they decided to move the whole thing to a larger table. Now seated between M'Benga and Hemmer, facing La'an and Uhura, she noted with relief that her sister seemed to be starting to warm up. She knew that La'an would have preferred to be alone with her, but they would have plenty of time for that and at the moment she simply enjoyed being among so many people, which was not really common in her job, with the constant changing of places.

However, after almost another half hour of the crew telling their stories in Starfleet, including the amusing part of the Gorn disaster where Hemmer and Uhura were shot off the ship (Uhura confessed, admittedly a little drunk, that Hemmer had looked like a meerkat. The latter had protested, but his antennae and dark cheeks had betrayed him), they turned their attention to her and her profession. Patiently she answered, with La'an's help, until Uhura asked a question that made her think of something. "How do you manage to do your job with people who don't speak SSL (standard sign language)?"

For a moment she paused and frowned. What do you mean? La'an quietly translated for the rest and Uhura shifted back and forth in her seat. "Well, you meant that you were getting to know the native inhabitants of the planets to study their culture and the intricacies of their languages more closely, but how-" -can I do that without speaking myself? Uhura nodded and she smiled at her. One moment.

She rummaged in her trouser pocket and pulled out ten rings, each of which was connected to another, smaller ring with thin steel bands. She slipped them over her fingers so that the larger ring sat on her knuckle and the smaller one just below her fingernail. She then rolled up her sleeves to reveal two bracelets, one on each wrist, which she tapped on for some time until they beeped briefly and began to glow blue.

I don't need to speak. I have these. She signed, but a tinny female voice spoke for her. The people around her stared at her with wide eyes and of course Spock was the first to catch himself to ask a question. "Why didn't you use that before." It isn't complete. She regarded him with narrowed eyebrows as the voice continued to translate for her. It's missing the sensors for the face, arms and torso that I usually wear. Sign language is not just language of the hands. Is complex.

She looked down at her hands. It's not exact and I have to sign very slowly and clearly for the right thing to come out. Besides, it's slow. Takes longer than living translator. Not a problem with speeches, awkward with conversations. With that, however, she seemed to have caught Hemmer's attention. "Sure the whole thing couldn't be calibrated more sensitively?" She shrugged. Don't have a clue about such things. Starfleet takes care of that sort of thing. However, this is just a prototype, better is to come soon. Apparently she had signed too quickly and uncleanly this time, because the voice didn't spit out "Starfleet" but "Stargazer". Annoyed, she frowned and deactivated the bracelet.

"I think it's cool," Nyota declared, smiling broadly, which earned her a slight smile as well. Quite a bit.

After that, the conversation turned back to more mundane things and no one talked about the bracelets, even though she sensed that Hemmer was tempted to get his hands on them. He did not say so, but his antennae twitched conspicuously in her direction. After two hours, however, La'an and she decided to leave. This was accompanied by a series of disappointed noises, but they did not let themselves be brought down. After promising Uhura to polish up her SSL and Hemmer that he could look at her speaking aid tomorrow, she and La'an wished everyone a good night before they left the bar.

In the lift, they leaned against the wall and La'an heaved a sigh. "This is not how I had imagined my evening to be, if I'm honest." But it was still nice, wasn't it? La'an pursed her mouth. "Tolerable." She grinned at La'an. I can live with that. She pinched her sister's cheek to keep her attention. I like them, all of them. They're nice. La'an shook her head with a smile. "Especially Uhura though, right?" It's always nicer to talk to people who understand you without you. The lift doors opened and La'an pulled her behind her. "Come on. You owe me another game of cards and this time you won't be able to wriggle out of it."

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ivy-lea · 10 months

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me waiting for more ethan!spock x reader fics like a mermaid in the desert...

i am totally writing one... for my own needs of course...

#ethan peck #spock #spock x reader #strange new worlds #snw fanfics #snw fanfic #ethan peck fanfic #star trek strange new worlds #star trek fanfics

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bsxcrxts · 3 months

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snw Spock fuckers I summon thee to my inbox

#spock x reader #Star Trek #star trek snw

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 2 years

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also not to be dramatic but spock and the kneeling and the implications of that specific pose with people who were not his betrothed

but also spock and the kneeling in front of reader, and there's no particular urgency for the mind meld like there was with la'an and christopher but maybe spock asked a question that reader's been trying to answer and he suggested a mind meld because he wasn't really understanding and just

the implications of it all

"Mind meld? Is that that thing where you put your fingers on my face?"

"It is far more complex than that, but yes. In essence, I...Put my fingers on your face. In doing so, I--"

"Okay. Okay, fine."

Spock starts raising his hand and Reader stops him like, "When's the last time you washed your hands?"

"I assure you, they are clean."

"Fine. Fine. Going to have to exfoliate later but fine."

Spock begins to reach out again, but--

"Do you have to do it from there?"

"Pardon me?"

"The--kneeling, is that--"

"This is posture is conducive to a mind meld."

"Okay."

Spock begins to reach out yet again, then stops himself.

"You seem tense and apprehensive."

"Pff, what? No, what? No."

"Your attempts at deflection are far more telling than you may believe."

"Please just put your hand on my face."

"I'm beginning to find your oversimplification insultingly dismissive."

#Spock x Reader #WELL THAT'S A NEW TAG FOR ME MICKY #asks #replies #SNW

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captainpikeswoman · 2 years

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SNW Spock slowly falling in love with a badass would include:

•he really tries not to be prejudiced towards people he’s just met. But something about you cuts straight through his logic and instinctively, instantly he dislikes you.

•and he’s none too subtle about it. Every time you step forwards with a new idea, every time you make a suggestion, he raises one eyebrow and immediately point out every single flaw in your plan. But you don’t sit idly by and take it…you fight back, arguing with him until you’re breathless!

•Spock thinks you’re reckless and impulsive, the very worst things to be. So he’s strict and relentless with you- cutting, scathing remarks, tearing up your work until you do it properly.

•there’s so many clashes- Captain Pike and Una are both fed up of being called over to your joint work stations to resolve disputes. But neither you nor Spock notice the frowns, sighs and smiles that are directed at you both from Number One and Captain- they can see how much you and Spock both seem to thrive on the fiery interactions; a begrudging comradeship is eventually formed.

•it all reaches a head some months after you’ve joined the crew, Spock very reluctantly has conceded that you are at least well qualified in your chosen field…though his dislike is still apparent, to you at least. But then one day you’re on an away mission, and you spot a danger that Spock hasn’t seen!

•so you act without thinking- you take the hit (literally as it’s from a gun of a native to the planet) and Spock is left cradling your injured body as you pass out.

•it’s not until you come round, having been healed in the Medbay by Dr M’Benga that you realised Spock hadn’t left your side. The minute your eyes were opened he launched into a speech about how reckless and irresponsible you’d been…but the whole time one of his hands was holding yours, stroking your fingers. He didn’t even realise it.

•but you did. It’s what your eyes strayed to, it’s why your face felt hot, why your heart started to pound with excitement. Eventually his eyes followed yours, and he blushed bright green! He dropped your hand like it was a hot cake and ran away.

•for the next few days as you rested and returned to light duties Spock avoided you, and you found yourself so annoyed. You were angry that he would kiss you like a Vulcan would and then avoid you like you’d given him a slap!

•actually you thought that might be a good idea. You tracked him down, letting yourself into his office and locking the door before he could even raise one of those impeccably groomed eyebrows.

•as he stood to greet you, and no doubt ask why you’d locked the door, you smacked his round the face and started to angrily shout at him that his absence, his deliberate avoidance, had caused you pain! You wanted to know how he could be so much of a coward!

•well it was like a red rag to a bull. He started to argue back at you too, letting his voice raise a little in a demonstration of his anger.

•your tempers were flaring, chests heaving, breath coming in snatches as you attempted to out shout the other. You weren’t quite sure who started it, but somehow you found yourself being laid back against the table top of the desk, as his lips fought furiously with yours to claim victory, to maintain the silence.

•things needed to be said…but maybe not with words. Even though Spock tried to control the kiss you didn’t give in, you demanded your own pleasure too, pushing back for more intensity, more passion, and naturally he responded. It turns out you can both still argue, but it can have a much more exciting outcome.

#star trek #star trek imagine #star trek x reader #star trek headcanons #star trek strange new worlds #star trek snw #star trek discovery #st snw #spock imagine #spock headcanons #spock x reader #snw spock

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alicebloodborne · 1 year

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Imagine..

Spock x Fem! Reader

Pregnancy.

You've been having an off day. Snapping at crew, getting dizzy spells, constantly tired. Your feet aching since this morning.

You knew why. Pregnancy. It was surprising. You and Spock had been careful. The crew of the enterprise were on their 5 year mission to explore space.

Spock had yet to find out.

The one thing about pregnancy that you couldn't hide, was the weird cravings. The people aboard knew you were a big foodie but your cravings had people concerned.

Thankfully your craving was...human food.

That said, whole pickled gherkins and ice cream was a sight. You were hungry for it all the time. But because your job was on the bridge with Spock and the captain, it was hard to secretly eat. They didn't catch you. Una did. You could feel her eyes on you.

Then there was silence on the bridge when she asked "What are you eating?". When she realised, she pulled a 'realisation' face.

However, when you had yet to answer. You heard a distinctive voice pull you from your frozen position. "Y/n?"

You turned around to this.

"Errrrh..."

#disco spock x reader #spock (snw) x reader #star trek spock x pregnant reader #star trek discovery spock x reader #star trek snw x reader #Nova's Blog Imagines

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reallydelicatezombie · 2 years

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Being Intimate With Spock For the First Time

This is a continuation of Making Out With Spock for the First Time, which can be found here.

Warnings: Smutty smut with just a *sprinkling* of plot and tiny little dollop of fluff at the end. Also: Spock has body hair in this because WE LOVE TO SEE IT. Ethan Peck, Zachary Quinto, and Leonard Nimoy are all hairy dudes AND Spock had chest hair and a happy trail in "TOS", so there! Also also: I didn't proofread a single paragraph of this. On this page, we post fast and dirty.

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There was nothing brief about the debriefing that you and your boyfriend were summoned to. Normally, you would patiently listen to everything that was said at these debriefings, eager to hear your colleagues ideas and collaborate on the best course of action together. Today, however, you could have stabbed every single crew member each time they opened their mouths to prolong this torture.

All you wanted to do was get back to Spock's quarters to pick up where you left off. Your eyes couldn't help but drift to his face to see if he was feeling the same way. Each glance confirmed that he was in fact wanting to resume your previous activities.

Most people would think Spock was just being his usual self, but you could see the way his back was ramrod straight, shoulders stiff and square, jaw clenched, never settling into the comfortable posture he usually adopted in this setting. Not to mention every time you snuck a glance at him he was doing the same to you. You wondered if he would opt to rip your clothes off completely when you were once again in private, or would his Vulcan control win out and make him take his time with you? You preferred the clothes ripping scenario, to be honest.

"Y/n, what do you think about this development with the alien culture? We don't want to offend them, but we have to make a show of strength. It seems to be how their culture works." Captain Pike's voice jolted you out of your fantasy as every single person at the table turned their attention to you.

Shit shit shit shit. Never had you felt more like a student at school who had been called on to answer a question completely unprepared. Your face turned bright red as you grasped around in your lust-clouded brain for the appropriate answer.

"I think . . . um, we should, um . . . send a group of highly armed delegates to negotiate with them for safe passage through their space. We should make sure that all delegates are skilled combatants in case things go south, but we should also offer them a gift to show that we mean no harm. Maybe something from the replicators, since they seem to be going through a prolonged food shortage."

Damn, y/n, not bad at all, you mentally congratulated yourself on giving an intelligent, relatively safe answer. When in doubt, you knew you could always count on La'an and Una to be Good Cop, Bad Cop in a landing party. It was an effective combination that usually worked. Plus, replicators were in short supply in this sector, and extra food was always appreciated.

"Excellent idea. We'll assemble the landing party and meet in the transporter room tomorrow morning. Spock, Una, La'an, you'll come with me. Y/n, I'll need you up here to get things prepared if they give us approval to move through the system."

While your heart sank at the thought of Spock being away from you in case something went wrong on the mission, you were relieved this debriefing was finally over.

After everyone filed out of the debriefing room, you and Spock made your way out to the hall. You could've sworn the Captain smiled to himself as he saw you two walking out together.

Out in the hall, you turned to Spock. "Listen, I know it's getting late and you need to prepare for your mission tomorrow. I'll be worried about you the whole time we're apart, though." Here you smiled sheepishly. "But. . .maybe we can spend some more time together when you get back," you said suggestively.

Spock looked down at you with what could only be described as a mischievous smirk. "You forget, ashayama, Vulcans do not need as much rest as humans do." He took a step closer to you, closing the distance between the two of you.

"So, if you wish to resume our activities, I would be more than happy to oblige you. Provided you are not too tired, of course," he sad in that deep, husky voice that made your insides flutter.

Damn, he was still ready to go. You were impressed with his ability to still be aroused after that lengthy meeting. You couldn't back down from his challenge, though.

"Oh, I'm not too tired. I just hope you can keep up, Commander." Now it was your turn to smirk.

Spock's eyes seemed to grow a shade darker. "Very well, then. Let us return to my quarters."

You had to walk with your thighs clenched as you remembered your dress ripping fantasy from earlier. This was going to be amazing.

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The second you got back to Spock's room and the door closed, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you deeply, fully tilting your head back with his hand in your hair to grant him better access to your mouth. His tongue pushed into your mouth, exploring its warmth.

That's new, you thought. Before you could think anymore, Spock pressed your back against the wall and hoisted your hips up in order to get your legs to wrap around his waist, which you gladly did. The hand holding you to him was planted firmly on your ass, groping the flesh possessively.

Spock growled lowly as you changed the kiss by tracing your tongue on his lower lip, pulling it into your mouth like you had done earlier. He turned you from the wall with your legs still tightly wrapped around him and brought you to the bed, setting you down on it as he starred down at you hungrily.

He began taking his shirt off, which revealed a tone chest with dark hair covering it and a trail leading lower into his pants. Your mouth watered as you sat up to run your hands over his torso, feeling the taut muscles flex in anticipation under your fingers. "You're so sexy, Spock," you hummed in approval.

Gently but firmly grabbing your jaw to tilt your face up for a kiss, he kissed you fervently. His hands moved to the hem of your shirt and ripped it over your head. He then wrapped his arms around you, leaning you back down on the bed as he adjusted his strong frame over yours.

Still kissing you deeply, he reached an arm around your back to unhook your bra with a single flick of his wrist. You would have to ask him where he learned to do that later.

Spock pulled back to look at you. "You are magnificent, y/n. I could think of nothing else but being with you like this at the debriefing." He ran a hand admiringly down your torso.

"Me, too, Spock. I just wanted to get back here so you could rip my clothes off," you admitted, your voice laden with lust.

"We will get to that soon enough," your Vulcan said, voice thick and eyes darkening. With that, he dipped his head to again suck on your pert nipples, swirling his tongue around the bud and pulling it into the hot cavern of his mouth.

As he did so, a hand crept down the plane of your stomach to dip into your skirt. You gasped when Spock's large hand cupped you and ran a finger up your dripping slit. Spock released your bud from his mouth and swore in Vulcan. At least, that's what you assumed the unfamiliar word was. He looked down at his hand towards your cunt like he was impressed with how wet you were.

The same finger now rubbed a circle around your clit. "Oh, Spock," you moaned, "please, I need you now."

"Not yet, ashayam. It is important that you are as aroused as possible to make penetration easier. I must add that I wish to bring you the highest pleasure and also to finally taste you."

Of course Spock would combine such an arousing sentiment with something so logical, so practical. But that's why you loved him.

"Please make feel good, Spock," you begged. You knew you sounded desperate, but you didn't care at that moment.

The hand slid out of your underwear and skirt and moved to unzip it. Unlike the previous time, Spock threw it on the floor.

He pulled back to sit up slightly. "Now, I believe you mentioned me ripping your clothes off." Spock then gripped the waistband of your underwear and literally ripped it from your body.

A gasp left your body as his dark eyes held your (e/c) ones. Spock lowered his face to your soaked mound and then slowly licked a long strip up your slit, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. Fuck, that's hot, you thought.

Spock's eyes then closed as he wrapped his thick, soft lips around your clit and began licking your clit in slow, lazy figure eights. "Mmph," he groaned, as if he was savoring the taste.

Your hand came up to grip his hair and your eyes closed as Spock released your swollen clit and then used his tongue to gently explore your entrance. You felt the pressure in your core rising as he continued his ministrations.

Alternating between licking and sucking, Spock's tongue picked up speed as he raised one of your thighs and hiked it up over his shoulder. The position allowed him to probe deeper into your entrance.

Moving his mouth back up to lave your bud, you felt a finger travel up your slit to enter you. The stretch of his large finger only added to the intense pleasure you were feeling, causing you to arch your of the bed and moan.

Spock took this as a cue to add a second finger, still skillfully sucking on your clit, and set up a fast pace for his fingers to pump in and out of your core.

You were so close now, just a little bit more. The pressure in your lower abdomen was just about to break.

Spock was so attentive to your moans and movements, he knew it was time to push you over the edge into your release. With a final burst of pressure on your bud and his fingers now pumping furiously into your pussy, Spock took his mouth away from your core for just a moment.

"Come for me, y/n. Come for me now." His mouth immediately latched onto you again as you came at his command, a surge of moisture flowing out of you and your muscles fluttering around Spock's long fingers.

You cried out, the taut line of tension that had built up within you snapped into a shattering release. You realized that no one else had ever made you come this hard before. Your thighs shook as your ragged breathing struggled to return to normal.

After a moment, Spock pulled his face away from your core and he sat up. His mouth and chin were coated in your slick. Your eyes, trying to refocus from your intense orgasm, caught his as he brought up his two fingers and stuck them in his mouth, sucking off every last drop.

"You taste exquisite, ashayam." The way he looked at you as he said that made you breathless. Not only did you feel exposed physically, but you also felt as though his katra could see your soul at that moment. It was overwhelming.

While your mind tried to process this, you turned your head to watch as Spock stood up slowly and unzipped his pants and pulled them down.

You sat up to see better. The outline of his cock strained against his briefs. You awaited his next action as he slid them down and stepped out of them, his thick cock springing free.

Your mouth went dry and your jaw dropped slightly as you admired his form. Though you knew logically he would fit, your mind balked at how much he would stretch you. You now knew why he had wanted you to be as aroused as possible.

His cock was long and thick, firmly erect with arousal and a bead of precum leaking from the tip. It was a darker shade of green than when he blushed, with the color contrated at the mushroom head of his dick. His balls weren't as wrinkly as a human male's, and the hair on them, though dark and thick, was neatly trimmed.

You reached out to touch him, desperate to give him pleasure and finally feel him in your hands and mouth.

You wrapped a hand around the shaft and stroked up, rubbing your thumb over the head and smearing the precum over it. He sucked in his breath as his abdomen muscles tensed

"Spock, you're so strong and handsome," you cooed reverently as you continued to stroke him. You eagerly bent your head down to take him in your mouth. Before you could complete your goal, he stopped you with a firm hand.

"No, y/n. I do not wish to come yet, and I am most certain that if you do I will." His words came out raggedly as he closed his eyes, as if to calm himself down from the thought. "Please, let us instead know one another."

The statment sounded so intimate coming from him. You knew that he did not take sharing himself with you and you sharing yourself with him lightly. You knew that you felt the same way, and loved him. You silently nodded your agreement.

With your consent given, you scooted back to the center of the bed as he sat down and crawled over you. He positioned himself in between your legs as your internal muscles clenched in anticipation. Propping himself up on one arm so as to not crush you, he ran the thick tip of his cock along your slick entrance.

He closed his eyes and lowered his mouth to yours, kissing you deeply as he pushed his head past your entrance slowly. You gasped into the kiss at the painful stretch of muscles trying to relax so you could take all of him.

"Relax, ashayma. Do you wish to stop? I do not wish to hurt you." His voice was etched with concern.

"No!" You reassured him quickly. "It will just take me a minute to adjust is all." He waited for your affirmation to continue.

"Okay," you breathed out deeply. "I'm ready." He began to push deeper into you. He grunted.

"You feel better than anything I have ever felt before," he whispered in between breaths as he placed his forehead against yours. He was finally all the way in.

You felt fuller than you ever had and were amazed at how you could take all of him. The burn began to subside as he slowly, cautiously started to move his hips back and forth, in and out. His pace picked up slightly after a while.

You could tell he was holding back, though. He knew his Vulcan strength could easily hurt you without intending to. But you wouldn't break that easily. As the pressure began to build up again in your core, you wanted more of it.

"Go faster," you breathlessly urged him.

"Whatever you desire," came his reply, lowering his mouth to capture yours and kiss you deeply as he sped up his hips.

His speed picked up, moving your vaginal muscles back and forth in a way that made your core ache with pleasure. He grunted as he felt this change and sped up further into a bruising pace.

His entire effort was concentrated on pounding into you, as you weakly raised your hips to meet his. All you could do was cry out and take it, gripping his back just as tightly as he gripped your hip. You knew you would have bruises tomorrow, but truth be told, you were glad for it. You wanted a reminder of this night with you tomorrow while he went on the mission.

The powerful hand on your hip moved down to the back of your thigh to hoist your leg up over his hip. You wrapped your leg tightly around him, your heel coming to rest on his ass.

You moaned and arched your back into him, the new angle taking him deeper into you, making your pleasurable ache grow even more.

You opened your eyes to see Spock's looking at you, watching your face contort with pleasure, desperate to give you everything he had. The moment suddenly make you whisper in a low, cracking voice, "I love you, Spock" in Vulcan. You had looked it up one day when you realized you wanted to tell him, but didn't have the guts to yet.

His eyes went wide as he realized what you said, making him stop his pounding for just a second. You had never said that to him before, and you struggled to learn Vulcan, though he loved that you tried. "I love you, too, y/n." This was not something he said lightly and you knew it meant he was making a commitment to you.

This confession made Spock redouble his efforts at making you come completely undone for him. You cried out as the pressure within you coiled tightly. Spock reached down between you to rub your clit.

The action made you scream his name as you came around him, the coil breaking and making you lose your presence that tethered you to feeling. Spock came inside you (you were on the pill), swearing in Vulcan as thick spurts of cum coated your walls.

He breathed heavily as he collapsed, his arms on either side of you and caging you under him. You stayed like this for a time while he both tried to get your breathing under control.

When you felt yourself begin to be aware of your body again, you wrapped your arms around his back and stroking him. You kissed his head as he returned to himself, too.

"Thank you, ashayam," he said, "for sharing this time with me."

You smiled gently as you replied, "It was my pleasure, trust me."

This quip earned you a small chuckle from your Vulcan love, a rarity.

He pushed himself up, moving to the side of you. He pulled you to his chest, where you rested your head and listened to his heart beat steadily. You were so sated with pleasure and love that you could no longer keep your eyes open, the rhythm of his heart lulling you into a deep sleep.

Vulcans did not need as much rest as humans did. This gave Spock the opportunity to stare down at your lovely face unobserved, your features relaxed and softened. He held you tightly, and began processing this new development in your relationship.

He would be thinking about this tomorrow while he was away, and the reminder that he would be separated from you, even just for a little while, pained him.

A solution to this problem was brewing in his thoughtful mind. After everything that you had been through together, Spock knew that he loved you more intensely than he had ever loved anyone, that he had thought himself capable of. Logically, there was only one solution he saw to being connected to you, even while you were apart: he would ask you to mind meld with him, and then, should you wish to make it permanent, begin the human ritual of marriage by proposing.

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Hmm? Perhaps a part 3 and part 4?? 👀

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Green With Envy

Plot: Spock begins to notice an unusual anger coursing through him. With the only reason he can find, being You and Samuel Kirk.

Pairing: Spock (SNW) x GN!Reader

Request: Jealous Spock - pre relationship Requested By: @anonymousewrites

Warnings: None!

Words: 2.2k

As the sound of your laugh met Spock's ears, he felt his pulse quicken as his eyes darted around. Spotting you in a nearby lounge room, his lip quirked as he spotted a bright smile on your face.

But as his eyes moved to the person your smile was directed at, Spock felt his stomach twist. Samuel Kirk was sitting beside you, showing you something on his personal PAD.

Spock wasn't sure why he suddenly felt, what he could only describe as, angry, as he saw the two of you so close, laughing and smiling together. He and Sam were not particularly close, but why should he make Spock feel like this? How did his mood shift so quickly?

As he looked between the two of you, a thought crossed his mind. Were you two dating? Spock was almost startled at how this thought made him feel. If you were happy, he should be happy. So why wasn't he?

"Spock?"

Spock's eyes met the curious gaze of Commander Riley's. "Commander." He greeted, trying his best to not look back over at you.

"You okay Spock? You look pretty angry."

Spock rose a brow as he tried to collect himself "I am not."

She was clearly unconvinced but just smiled softly "Alright, if you say so."

"I did say so. Excuse me, I am late for a meeting with the Captain." Spock said curtly before he continued down the hall.

Una watched after him before looking into the nearby room. Her eyes quickly found you and Sam as you sat together. Una smiled softly, understanding much quicker than Spock, what was going on in his own mind.

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As Spock walked swiftly down the hall and towards your station, he ignored the impatient feeling in his chest. Ever since he saw you and Sam earlier, he had been wanting to know more about what was going on between you.

He attempted to convince himself that it was solely to make sure you two could remain profession if you were in a relationship. But even he was not so oblivious to his own feelings to know that was a lie. He just wanted to know if you were together. He wanted to know if you were happy. No matter how much the thought of you and Sam together seemed to irk him.

Entering into the room, his eyes scanned around for you. He felt an ache of disappointment when he saw you were not at your station.

"Ensign." He called out to the one in your place. "Where is Lieutenant L/n?"

"Oh, they're with Lieutenant Kirk working on a project."

"A project? Which project?"

The ensign shrugged "I don't know Sir, but they should be just down the hall."

Spock nodded his head as he began to make his way to where he would hopefully find you. Were you skipping out on your shifts just to spend time with Kirk? He took in a deep breath as his chest tightened at the thought.

Hearing your voice in a nearby room, he stepped in spotting you immediately. You were leaning over Kirk's PAD, showing him something.

Spock took in a deep breath "Y/n."

You looked in up surprise as you heard your name. Spock rarely called you by your first name, especially when on duty. You felt your ears burn a bit "Yes?"

"Captain Pike wants you in the mission debriefing."

Looking at the time you mumbled under your breath as you turned to Sam. "You got it from here?"

He smiled at you "Yeah thanks. I'll show you later."

You smiled at him as you began to follow Spock out of the room. Your eyes scanned Spock's face, and you could tell something was off. His face was usually blank, but calm. Now, he had wrinkles in his forehead, and his jaw was clenched tight.

"Is something wrong Spock?"

He looked over at you briefly "No."

You looked forward, feeling a pang in your chest. Something was definitely wrong, but he clearly did not want to discuss it with you

Spock silently chastised himself for his tone as he replied to you. He was not surprised that you could tell something was wrong with him. You could always tell what he was feeling, even when he did not, like now.

After a few moments of silence, Spock could no longer hold in his curiosity. Speaking, in a tone he thought was casual, he glanced over at you "What project are you and Lieutenant Kirk working on?"

Spock's tone was abnormally monotone. "Uhm, I was just helping him figure out what to do for the anniversary."

You saw Spock hesitate in his step for a moment. He looked over at you, clearly stunned "Anniversary? I was unaware you two had been together long enough to have one."

Now it was you who hesitated, well, more like stumbled. "What?" You let out a surprised laugh "No, not mine and Sam's anniversary, his and his wife's anniversary...did you not know he was married?"

Spock now stopped fully as he looked down at you. "No, I did not."

"And you thought he and I were....dating?"

Spock stared at you for a moment "Well, I had seen the two of you recently. And you seemed close, so I assumed."

"Well you assumed wrong." You chuckled as you continued to walk "I was just helping him set up a surprise for her."

Spock watched you closely, feeling a warmth spreading in his chest, and an almost overwhelming feeling of relief. As he felt a smile begin to form on his face, he quickly pushed it down.

"That is very kind of you. I am sorry for making such an assumption without more information."

It was almost impossible not to notice that Spock's voice had lightened considerably, and his face was no longer clenched in distress.

You couldn't help but consider it had something to do with him assuming you and Sam were a couple. You looked over at him and spoke softly "It is a bit unlike you."

"Yes. I agree."

Looking up, Spock noticed you were growing close to the debriefing room. Stopping again, he looked down at you. Before he could speak, he heard both your names called by Pike, who had just arrived as well.

As you were ushered inside, Spock was forced to keep his thought for later. And forced to deal with the impatience that would come with it.

Walking out of the room, and saying goodbye to Uhura and Nhan, you were left with the odd feeling that had settled in your chest.

During the entire mission debriefing, you were aware of Spock's almost constant gaze. Every time you looked over at him, he was looking at you. The only times he was not, was when the Captain asked him a question, but even then, sometimes his eyes would flick back over to you, if only for a second.

This unsettled you, but not in a discomforting way. It made you feel shy, and almost hopeful. The way his mood had shifted from before assuming you and Sam were a couple, to after when he learned this was not true. Something changed, something you had been waiting for. For him to look at you, to see you.

"Y/n."

You felt your heart leap in your chest as Spock's voice came from behind you.

Stopping, and turning, you felt your face and ears burn a bit hotter. "Sir." You greeted, your voice small.

"I was hoping you might be free to have dinner with me tonight."

Your breath seemed to vanish as you stared up at him. "Uh, dinner? Yeah- yes, I'm free."

Spock nodded, and the ghost of a smile sat on his face. "Good. At seven in my quarters then?"

You nodded, clearly bewildered, and even more so when he bowed slightly and let without another word. You watched him disappear before letting out a soft breath "What just happened?"

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Sitting down across from Spock, your heart was beating heavily, your breaths almost forced to stay even. You looked around Spock's quarters, as he set a drink down in front of you.

"Thank you." You said politely as you looked down at the food in front of you.

You felt your ears burning as you realized it was one of your favorite meals. How did he know?

Spock, as if reading your mind, spoke smoothly "I inquired from Captain Pike if the two of you had discussed food, since both of you enjoy cooking. He informed me that this was one of your favorites."

You nodded lightly with a smile "It is, thank you. That's very considerate of you."

As he nodded his head lightly, you thought you saw a small smile, but it passed quickly. As you began to eat, Spock seemed to be lost in thought, so you gently cleared your throat "I have to admit, I was a bit surprised that you asked me to have dinner with you, let alone in your quarters."

Spock shrugged his head "Yes, I know it is very unusual of me to have asked. And the setting I am sure, seems quite personal. But there was a reason behind it."

You smiled "Yes, I assumed so. I hope there's noting wrong?"

"No, there is nothing wrong. Not in the sense, that I am seeking your help for anything."

You nodded softly as you took a bite of food. "I see."

"I thought the topic of conversation I wished to bring up, would be too personal to have in the mess hall."

Your felt your chest tighten "Oh, okay." You nodded, clearly perplexed.

"I lied to you, earlier today in the hall after I found you with Lieutenant Kirk, when you asked if something was wrong." You rose your brow and he continued. "Again, there is nothing wrong in the sense that I a requesting your help, though it does have something to do with you."

"With me?"

He nodded lightly "I was....effected by the thought I had, that you and Samuel Kirk were a couple. At first I thought maybe what I was feeling was due to mine and Kirk's past conflicts. But, once I learned that the two of you were not in a relationship, I felt...relieved, and even glad. It was then that I understood what I was feeling."

As he paused, his eyes locked onto yours and you were sure you stopped breathing.

"Jealousy."

You blinked as you felt your face and ears burn hotter. You swallowed and took in a sharp breath. "You were jealous?"He nodded once, and you nodded your head as well "Okay. Uhm, in what sense?" You asked curiously as you nervously played with your napkin.

Was he jealous that he thought you were in a relationship and he was not. Or was he jealous that he thought you were in a relationship with someone else?

Spock thought for a moment before realizing you were trying to find out for sure what he was jealous about. "I was jealous in the sense that I thought Samuel Kirk was with you, and I was not."

Your mouth fell agape as you processed what he said. "Oh." You muttered softly.

"This makes you uncomfortable?"

You shook your head "No, no it doesn't, it just surprises me that's all."

He frowned a bit "In a...pleasant way?" He asked cautiously.

Realizing he must be struggling to figure out your feelings as you struggled to find your thoughts, you let out a bewildered chuckle.

"Oh, yes, yes it's a good surprise. I mean, I just, never thought you would ever be interested, or even think of me in that way at all."

"I am sorry I never made it more obvious. I must confess, I was unsure if what I was feeling was romantic affection for you, or platonic, as I do consider you a friend. But after the jealousy I felt today, I understand now which it was. And I hope I can assume, since it is a pleasant surprise for you, that you feel the same?"

You were both surprised and amused in the almost shy edge to his voice as he spoke. The way his eyes were a bit wider as he talked, clearly in new territory, and almost nervous.

You smiled at him and nodded "Yes, I do."

"Then, would it be alright, for me to ask if I could court you?"

Your eyebrows shot up a bit "Court me? As in for marriage?"

"That is a common connection. But in this case, I would take notes from a more human stand-point, that I believe you would call 'dating'."

You let out an almost relieved sigh "So, you are asking if you want to date me, like, be my boyfriend? Or whatever the Vulcan equivalent is of that?"

You saw Spock's lips curl into a small smile "Yes, if you would have me, that is."

Feeling a chill run through your body, you smiled, almost shyly. "Yes, Spock, I would have you."

His smile widened a bit as he reached across the table and placed his hand on top of yours. "I am glad. I very much desire to explore these feelings with you Y/n."

You felt your chest grow warmth as he smiled at you, something you did not often see. Looking down at your hands, you turned yours over, so your palms met.

Locking your eyes with him again, you grinned "As am I."

xx End xx

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