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Dr Crushers Padd
Pairings: Deanna Troi & Beverly Crusher & Reader
Words: 2.2K
Summary: You get your period and nothing short of chaos ensues.
TW: blood, period, not sleeping, mentions of drowning, mentions of assault, cramps,
Role PLATONIC NURSE R
A/n kinda crackfic? Idk.
Wake up stained sheets making late to shift as Change bed. No credits for new sheets already recycled. Sleeping on towel so not sleep well. Tried on mission.
It was simply supposed to be a regular away mission. Nothing more, but it would never be that easy for you. Never.
The streak of bad luck started about two days ago. When you woke up on your period. Or more like… in it. You bled on the sheets during the night and so you had gotten up and put them in the recycler only to find that you didn’t have enough credits to replicate new ones.
Because you had only just transferred on board your credits from your last posting hadn’t transferred yet. So, you had been sleeping on a goddamned towel for the past few nights.
Better still because of your issue with the sheets, you managed to show up late to your first shift in sickbay. Not a good impression and you certainly weren’t going to tell your boss you had bled on the sheets. She was a woman and she had made it to shift on time. Heck Dr Beverly crusher was the CMO, and her file said she had never been late to shift. Not once.
Luckily, she let you off the hook and she seemed really nice. She had taken to you in the short time you had been there. She said you reminded her of Wesley. Whoever that was. Oh yes … her son.
Then yesterday she had told you she wanted you on the away mission. You majored in paediatrics, but your minor was xenobiology. Making you one of the more qualified med staff for the mission. It was simple really. A new planet was found orbiting twin binary stars, and its unusual orbit had some impact on the life on the planet. Radiation from the binary stars had made scans near impossible, so you and Dr crusher were to scope the plant life. Deanna Troi, ships Counsellor was also going incase of any more intelligent life being present. Also, Worf, data and Riker.
The trip had started off simple enough. You and doctor crusher had been charting and sampling the plant life in small bio containers to take back to the ship when the cramps started.
Normally, working in sickbay you could find something to dull the pain. Usually, some generic over the counter pain medicine that not even the CMO needed to sign off on administering. However, you were on an unknown planet with no pain medicine and no easy way to slip away to change your pad which probably needed it by now. And better yet you didn’t bring any pads with you.
You cursed softly and Deanna shot you a confused look sensing your distress. She turned to walk away from where she had been talking to riker by some large trees and began walking to where you and the good doctor were sampling some berries on a small shrub.
Seeing her approach, you stood to address the doctor. “I think i can hear a creek nearby which would indicate more plant life, most likely aquatic. Can i go have a look?” You said.
“Sure. Stay close though in case of trouble. I don’t want to have to pull you out of a creek.” She said with a smile, and you laughed.
“Don’t worry doc I’m an excellent swimmer.” You winked and disappeared into the bush.
The creek wasn’t hard to find. There were some odd plants around the edges which swayed with the current. Taking a scan with your tricorder it showed some interesting levels of saline content. The creek was obviously salt in nature.
You uprooted one of the small plants and gently placed it into a container. Where its leaves had touched the water, they had turned from red to a deep purple. That would have some interesting implications. Just as you scooped up a small vial of water your stomach cramped again, and you quickly put a cap on the vial and lent against a tree with your knees at your chest.
The cramps began to lessen as you tried to relax, footsteps came from nearby. Too tired from your awful sleep last night to turn and look you waited for them to come into view.
“Y/n?” A voice called. And you sighed. Deanna.
“Im here.” You said and the footsteps came closer until Counsellor Troi was stood above you.
“I can sense something wrong.” She said with an oddly motherly look. “What are you doing on the ground?” She asked.
“Moping.” You responded and she laughed softly.
“May I join you?”
“I don’t own the ground.” You said with a half-smile.
“Very well then.” She sat next to you, legs folded and back pressed against a tree opposite you. “Whats the matter Y/n. You seem … off.” She said with a kind smile. You sighed and opened your mouth to talk before shutting it and biting your lip.
“I sense a lot of conflicting feelings in you Y/n.” Troi said softly.
“There you are!” Came another voice and you jumped in surprise. “I didn’t mean to scare you Y/n.” Dr crusher said placing a hand on your shoulder. “Nice spot you found.”
“You're not mad I’m not working?” You said meekly and she frowned.
“No. I think we could all use a break. You especially, you look exhausted. Are you feeling alright?” She said as she sat so the three off you were in an odd triangle.
“Im good.” You said with a weak smile and Troi shot you a look. The smile fell.
“And a poor liar.” Dr Crusher responded, “I don’t need to empathic to know that.” She said and looked you up and down. “You haven’t been sleeping.” She said knowingly. You looked away and rested your chin on your knee.
“There’s more isn’t there.” The doctor added and you sighed.
“It’s dumb.” You huffed.
“I assure you whatever it is isn’t dumb Y/n your emotions are very real.” Troi said.
This time you didn’t respond simply looked at the water flowing by lazily in the creek. The sunlight came in rays through the dense tree branches overhead and the foliage was a beautiful deep green with oddly placed red and purple plants.
Before you knew it you had zoned out watching the water, a combination of your tiredness and ADHD. You heard the two of them talking softly and simply listened to the ambience.
After a moment you heard the familiar beeping of a tricorder. Turning you glared at the doctor who was scanning you.
“Im fine.” You huffed gently directing her hand holding the scanner away.
“You zoned out.” Deanna said.
“Im just tired. Thats all.” You muttered.
“And why, pray tell, are you so tired Y/n?” Beverly asked.
“A combination of things.” You replied vaguely and Beverly raised a brow and the scanner again, pointedly.
“Fine… fine.” You huffed.
“The truth this time.” Deanna added, “I’ll know.”
The doctor nodded and sat back on her heels, so she wasn’t hovering as much as before. You rubbed a hand over your face and let out another sigh, this time of defeat.
“I haven’t been sleeping really well and … you know …. Women things.” You said looking away.
“Ah…” Beverly said and looked you up and down. “Do you have everything you need?”
“No.” You muttered.
“No?!” They both exclaimed.
“What are you using?” Beverly asked.
“Right now?” You asked resting you head on the tree. And she nodded.
“Right now.” She agreed.
“Nothing. Let’s just say I’m grateful the lower half of the uniform is black.” You said closing your eyes.
“You know i could have given you a pad, right?” The doctor said and placed down her med kit, opening it up and pulling out a small white package. You groaned.
“Cramps?” Deanna asked and you nodded and before you knew it there was a hypospray being pressed into the side of your neck and the pain melted away.
“Thanks.” You said rubbing your neck.
“That’s perfectly alright Y/n.” The doctor responded. “Now you said you hadn’t been sleeping well.” She said and looked at you with her best motherly look she used on Wesley to get him to clean his room.
You sighed and relaxed into the tree.
“I bled on my sheets my first night here and like an idiot I forgot to check if i had credits before recycling them. There must have been some issues transferring my credits from my last posting.” You explained and Deanna and Beverly frowned at each other.
“Y/n what are you sleeping on?” Deanna asked and you looked away, avoiding eye contact.
“A towel.” You mumbled after a short pause.
“A towel?!” Beverly exclaimed. “Wait a minute … you said the first night. Is this why you were late to your first shift?” The doctor asked and you had to give her credit, she was quick. You looked at her and simply tapped your nose. She sighed.
“Y/n i can replicate you some sheets myself. If you need something just ask. I’ll see what i can do about getting you your credits.” Beverly sighed.
“Thank you.” You whispered.
“Now, go change.” She said and pressed the white package into your hand, folding your fingers over it.
“We’ll keep the boys away for you.” Deanna winked and you gave a half laugh.
“Thanks.” You said and walked a bit off past some trees and out of sight. Once you had successfully changed your pad out you grinned to yourself and placed the old one on a rock. Deciding to have some fun you pulled out your phaser and pointed it at it. Altering the setting and disintegrating it. You grinned to yourself and walked back.
Both women turned to look at you. The doctor frowned. “What did you do with it?” She asked and you grinned and tapped your finger on your phaser. Her jaw dropped open.
“You didn’t” Deanna laughed. “That’s genius.”
“An old trick my last commander taught me on one of my first assignments.” You said and sat down in your spot again.
“So, are you feeling better?” The doctor asked and pulled out her tricorder as a threat again. You smiled.
“Much.”
“Shes telling the truth.” Deanna said with a nod.
“What was in that hypo?” You asked with a grin.
“Caffeine laced pain killer.” The doc grinned and Deanna shot her an unimpressed look.
“My girl.” You said with a smile and shot her finger guns making her laugh.
“You’re both incorrigible.” Deanna said shaking her head. “Doctors.” She sighed sounding defeated. “Fixing everyone but themselves.”
“Correct.” You said and stood, offering a hand to the doc. “Shall we continue my good sir.” You smiled and Beverly smiled back. “Of course, my dear.” And you hauled her to her feet before turning to Deanna and offering her a hand. She smiled softly and took it.
Once the three of you were upright, you gestured for them to follow you.
“Watch this.” You said and dipped your finger into the water before using your other hand to hold one of the plants leaves from earlier steady. With your wet finger you drew a small love heart on the plants leaf. With a fake gasp you turned to the doc. “Why thats anatomically impossible!” You gushed in a mock tone, “It has a heart.” You said feigning shock.
Deanna hid a smile with her hand and Beverly gave you an unimpressed look. “Im never giving you caffeine again.” She said and you braced your hands on your knees and stood, brushing off your pants and grinning.
“Well, we should probably head back before we find out if data can have a conniption or not. But we could always stay … in the name of science of course doc.” You said and she rolled her eyes.
“Data will be fine.” Beverly said and pulled you behind her back up the small bank and past the bushes from earlier.
“Ready to go ladies?” Riker asked once he saw you.
“Yes.” You deadpanned and he laughed.
“Tough crowd.” He said and you lightly slapped his arm. “Assault of a senior officer. I should throw you in the brig.” He said with a smile, and you rolled your eye.
“Yeah right, senior indeed old man.” You said with an air of sarcasm, “And I should have had you court marshalled back in the academy when you decided to take sixteen young betazed women…” You began, mocking him. Before you could finish, he clapped a hand over your mouth with a smile.
“Well thats enough of that.” He said matter of factly, and Beverly smiled an amused smile at Deanna who smiled back.
“I can always get the story later.” Beverly said and riker went to respond but yelped.
“Ew Y/n. Don’t lick my hand thats gross.” He whined, wiping it on his pants.
“Please, i once watched you drink someone else’s coffee before an exam.” You said rolling your eyes.
“Ew will … really?” Deanna asked and you grinned.
“That was tame compared to some of the stuff he did.” You said with a shit-eating grin.
“Riker to enterprise.” Riker interrupted tapping his combadge and you laughed deeply at his obvious distress.
“Enterprise here, ready to beam up sir?” O’brian asked and Riker gave the affirmative.
“Saved by the bell.” You mouthed with a grin as the small team beamed up.
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Romantic VOY Vorik w/ Hyper Emotion L/I HCs:
A/N: They did this poor boy dirty!
Prompt: Cute Romantic Vorik
GIF by vreenak
You were standing in your workstation in Engineering when you noticed Vorik was approaching you. Rather quickly.
You give him a smile and your usual casual greeting.
He seemed to tolerate your company well enough.
So you consider him one of your work friends.
That was until he started to ask you questions of a more personal nature.
"What is your preferred activity during your off hours?"
"I noticed that you keep skipping meals? Is it because you are feeling insecure or are you forgetting to eat?"
"Do you have a preferred term or act of affection?"
It didn't help that he was staring at you all of the time.
He seems to stare at your hands mostly.
As well as getting very close to you when speaking.
It's so hard to tell him that you're uncomfortable.
He would become visibly disappointed and shy away slightly.
His big brown sad puppy dog eye just breaks your heart.
One afternoon while you were working Vorik requested to have you meet him in his quarters later.
When you do you see him kneeling on the floor in front of a bunch of candles. In fact, the entirety of his quarters were illuminated by them.
"You are asking yourself, why I have asked you here?"
You noticed he was wearing traditional Vulcan attire.
"I wish to declare koon-ut so'lik. I desire to become your mate."
He held his hand out to you in a Vulcan kiss, "Please, accept."
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Diel
I am definitely not capable of writing a fic every day in the month of December, but today I came across @creativepromptsforwriting's December Prompt List and was immediately struck with an idea, so I picked a handful of prompts for the month of December and am going to try to put out some fics inspired by them!
Diel (adj): of or relating to a 24-hour period, especially a regular daily cycle, as of the physiology or behavior of an organism.
December 1: Starry Night (Taurik x Fem!Reader)
Warnings: none; not beta'd we die like men. | Words: ~870
One of the things you missed the most about Earth was night. On the Enterprise, drifting through space for long stretches of time, there was no day or night. Only the inky vacuum between pinpricks of distant stars.
You weren’t really one for being homesick. Your exploratory nature made every new discovery, every new command to explore some previously unknown area of space, a reason for excitement. Nebulas, anomalies, first contacts – they all made your heart race in a way that stopped you from dwelling on what you might be missing out on back home.
But sometimes, when all was quiet and you were between missions, or there was some occasion that needed remembering (birthdays, holidays, anniversaries), it tugged at your heart that there was no sunrise to greet you. That you couldn’t really remember what dusk was like. That the Terran moon was lightyears away.
You’d mentioned it once, to Taurik, who merely reminded you that it was illogical to dwell on what was missing and to instead focus your attentions on the present circumstances. And you’d sighed and rolled your eyes, affectionately damning his Vulcan logic, before moving on to other topics.
You supposed he was right after all, but you were Human, not Vulcan, and you couldn’t really help the occasional bouts of nostalgia that filled your mind with memories of camping beneath starry night skies, or watching shooting stars fall over the horizon, or mapping constellations on your very first telescope.
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Your days had been busy recently, and you didn’t notice how Taurik watched you, far more observant than he’d allowed you to think when you first spoke to him about missing “night”. Taurik had always valued your resilience and, although he didn’t particularly understand your current plight, it was apparent to him that your discomfort was lingering more than was customary for you. And so he did as any dutiful mate would, and sought a solution to your distress.
“I think it should be just about ready,” Geordi announced, handing Taurik the isolinear chip as he rushed around the central console in engineering. “You might need to tweak a few of the parameters for the environmental controls, but other than that, you’re all set.”
“Thank you for your assistance, Commander LaForge,” Taurik replied, standing at attention. He’d given his commanding officer little information when he’d first approached him about creating a holodeck program to a very specific set of criteria.
“Happy to help, Taurik.” Geordi glanced up at the Ensign from where he’d busied himself making long-overdue adjustments to the EPS. “I think she’ll love it.”
With that, he strode toward the warp core, leaving Taurik standing alone in Engineering with an eyebrow raised in surprise. It seemed that his commander was more perceptive than he’d previously given him credit for.
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You smoothed your sweater nervously as you arrived outside the doors to Holodeck 3. You weren’t sure what you were walking into; you only knew that Taurik had requested your presence via combadge for an outing he’d called a “courtship event”. Supposing that meant “date”, you’d changed out of your uniform once your shift had ended and made your way to the holodeck, wondering all the while what Taurik could possibly have planned.
You pressed the control to open the doors and as they slid quietly open, your jaw dropped.
Taurik, dressed down in casual pants and a soft-looking shirt, stood before you in front of a sky bursting with color – deep oranges blazed across a backdrop of dark blue that plunged into black night overhead. His stoic expression gave way to the barest hint of a smile as he observed your response to the holodeck program.
He held a hand out toward you as you stepped into the holodeck, still speechless. The prickle of tears pressed behind your eyes.
“I was hoping,” Taurik offered quietly as you slipped your hand into his, “that you might enjoy experiencing a Terran night with me.” He guided you carefully through the tall grass that covered the hillside he’d chosen. A lone tree, its limbs heavy with green, presided over the hillside, stretching its branches toward the darkening sky, and Taurik led you to a blanket laid out at its base.
Lying on your back on the blanket, you could just make out the sparkle of the emerging stars between tree branches. It was strikingly similar to a childhood memory of yours – you gasped as realization dawned on you, before staring slack-jawed at Taurik, who was settling himself beside you.
“You saw it?” you asked softly.
Taurik nodded as he reclined, his arm pressed against yours in his closeness. He turned to look at you.
“I have seen this memory many times in your mind, ashayam,” he murmured. “It would seem to be very important to you… When you expressed that you missed experiencing the Terran cycles of day and night, I was able to perceive the depth of your longing. And as your mate, it is my duty to protect your well-being.”
At your side, you felt Taurik’s fingers brush against yours, and you returned the gentle caress, the ozh’esta sparking a warmth that flooded your limbs. Overhead, the sky settled into a gentle black, flecked with the stars you now called home.
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Pairing: Ensign Vorik x reader
Warning: injuries, slight gore, death, bad space horror, some plot holes for the sake of the story
Synopsis: As the Voyager's crew explore an planet in search of Dilithium, they stumble upon an abnormal discovery that leaves them startled.
Damn this blogs making me falling in love with pointy ears aliens (@deepspacedukat)
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Beyond the Stars
I shifted my upper body forward, attempting to regain composure. My mind seemed hazy, impeding my concentration on the world around me.
What the hell were these things?
As I glanced around, my mind raced to come up with a solution, any solution, that could get me from this impasse. The eerie ambiance of the dark forest enveloped me, with only the colossal trees and the swirling mist as my companions. However, there was no trace of my crew members, leaving me feeling isolated and uncertain of what lay ahead.
In an attempt to regain command over my thoughts, I inhaled deeply, only to have my concentration shattered by approaching moans.
Oh shit
Without the luxury of planning, I hastily fled from the noise, scanning my surroundings in hopes of spotting a fellow crew member from the away team.
The mysterious beings, of unknown origin, bear a resemblance to a thin, famished entity with pale, blotchy skin tightly covering its bony structure. With its stretched limbs and razor-sharp claws, it effortlessly navigates the thick forests it calls home. Its eyes are rumored to emit an eerie glow or appear empty, mirroring its unquenchable and abnormal appetite.
As the creatures approached, I struggled to hold back a sob. I had left my phase behind and couldn't risk using my badge to call for help from the Voyager and draw attention to myself.
As soon as a crimson figure appeared, my fear of death vanished completely, diverting its focus away from me and giving me the chance to conceal myself beside a tree.
I glanced in the direction where the noise came from, making sure not to draw any unnecessary attention. Although not particularly smart, those creatures appeared to have sharp hearing abilities.
As my rescuer, a lieutenant from the Voyager’s security team, surveyed the situation, he seemed to be contemplating an escape plan, looking back and forth between me and those things.
It hit me like a ton of bricks - the sudden realization that I couldn't simply bail out and retreat to the safety of the shuttle craft. This wasn't just another routine mission; there were lives at stake and a responsibility that I couldn't ignore. As if sensing my unease, I caught a glimpse of the lieutenant making his way towards me, his actions indicating that he had noticed my inner anxiety.
Similar to myself, the two beings observed the motion coming from my fellow crew member and, driven by their animal instincts, they launched an assault on him. In an attempt to evade the creatures' razor-sharp claws, the man fought back, striving to reach his phaser. In moments that felt like an eternity, blood cascaded freely from deep lacerations as bones snapped audibly under the monster's relentless assault. Agonizing screams pierced the night sky but were swiftly silenced amidst guttural growls of satisfaction. The creature's feral hunger seemed insatiable as it devoured parts of its prey before flinging aside what remained like discarded playthings. A gruesome testament to the desolate horrors that dwell within nature's unforgiving embrace, this chilling encounter left no doubt about the true essence of terror embodied by these things. It was an ironic turn of events as my colleague's eyes were fixed on me, their gaze reflecting a desperate cry for help.
My eyes were widened in shock, unable to comprehend the cruel reality unfolding before me. As a chilling fear grips my core, I was being consumed by a torrential wave of grief and horror. The weight of impending doom descends upon me like an iron vice, squeezing out every ounce of hope left in my trembling heart. Sweat trickles down my face as I struggle to maintain composure, knowing that I too would soon meet the same grisly fate. My body trembles with adrenaline and anguish while silent screams echo within me, suffocated by the grim reality that engulfs me. Any semblance of safety now dissipates like mist in the wind, leaving behind only a haunting emptiness that embraces them mercilessly.
I need to get out of that place. Suppressing the urge to gulp, I swallowed my saliva and seized the remaining surge of adrenaline within me. Scanning my surroundings, I swiftly determined the path with the fewest obstacles and sprinted towards it.
I could hear the grunts from those things behind me. Their twisted forms stand out in the moonlit darkness as growls burst through the uncanny silence. With each step, their clawed feet strike the muggy soil, and their insatiable hunger drives them closer to me. My senses are heightened and my breath comes in ragged gasps, echoing my fear and determination. I couldn’t die this way, a colleague gave his life for me to survive. Their shadows danced around me, concealing tricky roots and twisted trunks that threaten to send me onto the ground. My heart pounds relentlessly against my chest, as if it knows I need to outpace the lumbering beasts behind me, I couldn’t or risk becoming their morbid banquet. Every piece of strength is summoned within my frame as I leaps over fallen logs and darts past gnawed carcasses dispersed across the path ahead.
But just as despair threatened to consume me entirely, a glimpse of hope emerged from the shadows. In an electrifying burst of audacity, Vorik boosted fearless into the dispute. A palpable tension filled the air as he faced off against the abominations, his fists clenched tightly with raw resolve.
I observed the scene, alternating my attention between my lover and the bizarre creatures. His concentrated gaze hinted at his contemplation of a rescue plan to extricate us from this troublesome situation. With each skillful movement and calculated strike, he danced with danger in a desperate bid to protect what mattered most to him. Beads of sweat dripped down their furrowed brows as time seemed to slow down; every breath held its own weight.
The abrupt understanding that those things would be the cause of his demise deeply affected me. Despite his superior Vulcan physiology compared to mine, he was unable to resist the ferocity of these monstrous beings. It is unnerving to know that he would sacrifice his life to protect me, much like the brave security officer who met a similar fate.
Perhaps it was the surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins or the overwhelming fear of losing Vorik that obligated me to act with such audacity. In a moment of bitter bravery, I swiftly removed my fleet jacket and threw it towards a tree situated across from our location. Without wasting any time, I tightly grasped Vorik's hand, urging him to run alongside me.
The duration of our run was a mystery to me, as I am unable to recall how long it lasted. However, our sprint came to an abrupt break when my legs finally succumbed to exhaustion, leaving me breathless and drained. Overwhelmed by the suffocating sensation that had plagued me throughout our escape, exhaustion consumed my entire being. Vorik, seemingly aware of my weakened state, swiftly embraced me from behind, providing support as he gently guided me to a seated position on the cold and muddy soil. He was holding me with a tenderness that was unusual for him. His hands gently caressed my temples, as if he was attempting to comfort me.
“How did… How did you find me?”“
“Ashayam, I will always find you”
The soothing sound of his voice provided a momentary recess, yet the constant awareness of the hidden danger on this unfamiliar planet kept my nerves on edge. My gaze darted anxiously in every direction, a sense of fear gripping me. It was only a matter of time before those relentless pursuers would track us down. We had to arrange a strategy to safely return to the ship, ensuring that we could take the dilithium to the Voyager.
“It is of utmost importance that we depart from the planet at the earliest opportunity. Are you able to rise from your current position so that we may locate the remaining members of the away team?”
As I had my realization, my eyes widened just a bit. It dawned on me that while I was busy fretting about escaping from these creatures, I had completely overlooked the fact that they were facing the same perils as I was.
“There is no need to be concerned. We are fully aware of the distress that exist on this planet. It is only natural that you have directed your efforts towards ensuring your own survival.”
Am I that transparent?
“How can we find them? I mean, it seems like this planet isn’t small enough for us to find Harry and Tom.”
“It appears that you failed to observe, Ashayam, that those beings lack the ability to see” He removed his badge and pointed it towards the sky, suggesting that we could use its reflection to indicate our location
I couldn't help but chuckle at his condescending tone, which he seemed to deliver in his own vulcan manner. I gestured with my hands, indicating for him to show us the way to our companions. Hopefully, we could find a way out of that place and make our way back to the ship.
Despite the unexpected tranquility, I made a conscious effort to avoid dwelling on the utter fortune of my survival at this moment. While I have embarked on numerous away missions before, this is the first instance where I genuinely felt my life was in danger, added by the horrifying sight of witnessing merciless creatures whose defeat seemed hopeless.
Attempting to dismiss this thought, I avoid grieving his demise or holding myself responsible; I could accomplish both tasks while remaining secure on the ship.
As I became aware of the unsettling sounds coming from a tree in close proximity, an instinctual response compelled me to prepare myself for a sudden escape. The thought of those alien beings sneaking in the area, ready to launch an assault, sent a chilling sensation down my spine.
Vorik seemed to have observed the shift in my demeanor, as he approached me with a genuine intention to offer solace. Recognizing my need for support, he moved closer, his presence gave off a sense of understanding.
“I believe that the commotion we are hearing is simply a result of our teammates' lack of attentiveness to their surroundings.”
“Although it is difficult for me to admit, your boyfriend is correct, ensign. It’s just us”
A sense of relief washed over me as I let out a deep sigh. In the middle of all the chaos and uncertainty, it was comforting to see that my dear friends were alive and well.
"Paris, it makes me really happy to hear your voice," I expressed, offering a warm smile to both him and Harry.
"I believe we have adequately prepared ourselves for departure, haven't we?” Vorik said, “I assume the dilithium has already been arranged in the shuttle."
"Hold on a moment. What about the lieutenant who came with us?” Harry interrupted, “Where is he?"
As I released a soft whimper, Harry immediately stepped back, displaying a compassionate gesture. He softly muttered words along the lines of 'I apologize' to express his remorse.
"Let's get out of this place, can we?" Tom said, "I really wish I could take a shower and get some sleep."
The possibility of returning to the ship filled me with a glimmer of hope, knowing that we would soon leave this planet behind.
Upon approaching the shuttle, the sound of a familiar grunt resonated in our surroundings. My heart quickened its pace and my senses heightened, leaving me with the task of determining the origin of these noises.
Even though the fear of suffering the same fate as the other officer was overwhelming, I couldn't let panic consume me and expose my friends to such a horrific fate.
"To ensure our escape," Harry murmured, "we need to find a way to get those aliens out of our way, even if only temporarily."
“I noticed that they tend to fight over food” Tom told us “so if there is just one of us to more of one of those things, maybe we could make them kill each other to buy us time to run”
The four of us didn't have enough time to split up and determine who the things would chase after. Vorik appeared to have come to the same understanding, judging by the way he gazed at me.
My heart was pounding so hard that it felt like I couldn't hear my thoughts. The growls were getting closer and we were running out of time.
Moving closer to Vorik, I tenderly touched his cheeks and planted a kiss on his forehead. It dawned on me that this might be our last meeting.
“I love you, darling”
Without wanting to give him much time to think, I swiftly departed, creating as much noise as I could possibly make.
Those things with their stretched limbs and twisted horns moved with an unnatural swiftness. Their eyes burn with a sickly yellow glow, reflecting their insatiable hunger for flesh.
My adrenaline fueled steps faltered for a moment as I glanced over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of those beings closing in. Their mouths drip with saliva, their jagged teeth scintillating in the fading light.
Their haunting cries reverberated through the trees, a chilling chorus that drove me forward. I can almost feel their icy breath on her neck, the sound of their crooked claws scraping against the trunks of trees.
With a burst of adrenaline, I spotted a small cavern up ahead. Hope blossoms as I push myself to reach my destination. It was small enough for those things don’t reach me
But those things, relentless in their pursuit, gather near that cave. Their cries fill the air, growing louder. They scratch at trunks, their claws carving deep grooves into the trees. My heart pounds in my chest as I brace for the inevitable confrontation.
The first one thrusted forward with a primal snarl. Its movements are a twisted combination of agility and brutality, fueled by its thirst for flesh. The second wendigo, equally ghastly, meets the attack head-on, its skeletal horns ready to strike.
They circle each other, snarling and growling, their yellowed teeth snapping in an unsettling symphony. The scent of decay and desperation hangs heavy in the air as they vie for dominance.
With an explosive burst of strength, the first thing manages to latch onto the second, sinking its pointed teeth into its opponent's arm. The injured one yelped in pain and fury, retaliating with a vicious swipe of its claws.
The battle rages on, the beings locked in a gruesome dance of violence and survival. They tear at each other's flesh, chunks of meat falling to the blood stained soil. Their movements are frenetic, a blur of twisted limbs as they relentlessly fight for dominance over.
As the struggle intensifies, the inhuman strength becomes evident. They crash against trees, sending splinters flying, and unleash bone-crushing blows upon one another. Blood mingles with the muddy ground, staining the expanse with shades of crimson, a macabre testament to its ferocious confrontation.
After what feels like an eternity of violence, less injured gain the upper hand. With a final, brutal advance, it delivers a crushing blow to its adversary, sending it to the ground. The victorious one stands tall and lets out a triumphant howl that pierces the silence.
Realizing that, apparently, that the thing would come for me, I did my best to not move. The extent of his pain was likely so severe that he had reached a point where my presence held no significance to him. However, given the terrifying spectacle I had just witnessed, the thought of becoming the next victim was the furthest thing from my desires.
The remaining one seems to settle with the body of the loser, tearing into its torn flesh with fury. The sound of bones cracking fills the air as it indulges in the spoils of its victory, satisfying its ravenous hunger, if only temporarily.
As the feast concludes, the victorious retreats into the darkness, leaving behind a haunting representation of carnage.
As I spotted one silhouette navigating in the treacherous terrain, I got out of the cave. My heart leaps with hope as he silently calls out my name, his voice carried away by the wind.
Vorik held me tightly, his voice filled with love and concern as he reassured her of their safety. He wrapped me in his fleet coat, shielding her from the biting cold
“By Surak. Can you fathom the immense danger that was present in this situation? It is truly alarming to think about the potential harm that could have befallen you.”
His expression was filled with an overwhelming surge of emotions, leaving me with no choice but to gently place his hands on my heart. It was my way of reassuring him that I was alive and in good health.
As they prepare to leave the desolate area, Vorik remains vigilant, knowing that the wendigos still lurk in the shadows. Hand in hand, they navigate the landscape, their steps careful and deliberate. He keeps a watchful eye, ready to shield me from any threat that may arise.
Finally, they emerge from the desolate area, leaving the haunting landscape behind. Seeing Tom and Harry with the shuttle ready to launch, all I could do was sob. Returning to Voyager was a long awaited moment for us, as it could give us the opportunity to confront the profound impact that this planet had on our emotions and inner selves.
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Part 1
Ensign Vorik x OC Pon Farr Smut
Summary: Ensign Elisha is a security officer on the USS Voyager. She and Vorik have a casual friendship, but when B’Elanna rejects his advances, it is up to Elisha to satisfy his Pon Farr.
Warnings: Smut, Pon Farr, Interspecies Sex, Rough Sex, Sexual Tension, Creampie, Slight Breeding Kink
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Vorik spoke quickly and hurriedly, not at all like a Vulcan or like himself, “B’Elanna, you may wish to reconsider. Your choices for a mate are currently limited to 73 male crew members, some of which are already unavailable.”
What was going on? Elisha stayed back in case she needed to duck out quickly. Maybe this was a bad time.
B’Elanna was becoming more incredulous. “I’ll worry about my choices myself, thank you.”
Vorik jogged up the stairs behind her, dead set on being face to face with her while he spoke.
“I should also remind you, that many humanoid species are unable to withstand Klingon mating practices--”
B’Elanna got up in his face, getting absolutely livid now with his insubordination.
“--Okay, that’s enough--”
Vorik continued despite B’Elanna’s warning.
“Whereas my superior Vulcan strength would make me a very suitable partner.”
On the last word he grabbed her face with his hands and held on tightly as she struggled. B’Elanna was no weakling, the fact that he had a grip on her at all was alarming.
Shit. Elisha dropped her coffee on the step and ascended quickly to intervene. She didn’t know what was happening, but it wasn’t consensual.
Before she could reach the two of them, B’Elanna escaped Vorik’s grasp and slammed her heel into his jaw. She heard the distinct pop of a bone out of place and a massive thud as Vorik’s body hit the floor. By some miracle he was still conscious, rubbing his jawbone looking entirely disoriented.
“Lieutenant!” Elisha called out, “Do you need my assistance?”
B’Elanna was out of breath, looking between Vorik and Elisha confused and terribly riled up.
“Yes, get him the hell out of here and down to sickbay. I’ll...I’ll be right behind you.” She quickly straightened her uniform and let out a heavy breath. She looked around as the entire engineering department had turned their heads to see what all the fuss was about. She moved around Vorik a little fearfully and addressed the crowd downstairs.
“I’ll be dismissing myself to sickbay, continue working on the assignments you were given. Ensign Vorik will be joining me as well.”
Elisha approached Vorik unsure of how to proceed. She had come here to do pretty much exactly the opposite of what she was doing now.
She bend down and held out a hand.
“Are you disoriented? Can you stand?”
Vorik looked up at Elisha completely dazed.
“Ensign...Elisha?”
Elisha sighed. “Yes, Vorik. I’m...I’m here to escort you to sickbay. You...need to be examined.”
Vorik looked around as if he was seeing somewhat clearly again. An ounce of composure was present on his face. He nodded.
“Yes, yes of course.”
He grabbed Elisha’s arm and allowed her to pull him to an upright position. He stumbled a little and Elisha grabbed the back of his arm to steady him. He wasn’t stumbling like a drunk, but he wasn’t sober either.
B’Elanna went ahead to sickbay on her own, which wasn’t entirely a surprise. However, that did leave Vorik and Elisha alone on an incredibly awkward journey to sickbay. As she walked him to the holodeck she felt strange waves coming off of him.
He was totally out of whack. Not consistent or stable in any sense of the word. It’s almost like he was hanging onto his sanity by a thread. There was a chaotic mix of anger, sadness, shame, guilt, confusion, and hunger. A deep well of hunger that was left woefully unfulfilled.
He was breathing heavily as the holodeck moved swiftly down. He faltered slightly and Elisha moved to grab him, her breasts accidentally rubbing against the back of his arm and shoulder blades.
Vorik made the smallest noise. It could have been a grunt or a heavy breath, but he definitely reacted.
Vorik’s voice came out low and vaguely threatening.
“Be cautious of how you touch me Ensign. I am not right.”
Elisha’s heart leapt in her chest. It took more courage than she thought it would take to speak.
“Vorik, what’s happened to you?”
“You should not be here, you’re not safe.”
Elisha felt a little stab of wounded pride. She gripped Vorik’s arm tighter.
“I do not fear you Vorik, you remember that well.”
Vorik let out a sigh before he straightened himself. He quietly and ashamedly said, “I can stand, Ensign.”
Elisha didn’t want to let go of Vorik. She could feel his shame radiating out of him. There had to be some explanation for this.
“You’re...not well Vorik. Let me help you.”
“No Ensign, you shouldn’t help me. It was not my intention to do this in front of anyone, especially someone whose respect I wish to keep.”
Elisha considered how to respond.
“You’re not acting like yourself, I won’t judge you as yourself.”
Vorik said, “A logical statement, but also a kind one. One I don’t deserve.”
They rode in silence the rest of the way to sickbay. The Doctor and B’Elanna insisted I stand guard outside the door in case Vorik began acting irrationally again.
Not long after Lieutenant Tuvok approached her, with long urgent strides. They nodded at one another, clearly the both of them knew what was going on inside.
Tuvok addressed Elisha, “Ensign.”
“Lieutenant.”
Tuvok looked around unsure what to say.
“I am obligated to ask, were you a witness to the exchange between Lieutenant Torres and Ensign Vorik?”
Elisha straightened up, “Yes Sir.”
“Please describe to me what exactly it was that you saw.”
“Honestly Sir, it was strange. I didn’t see how it started, but I saw how it ended. They were having an argument, and he grabbed the Lieutenant’s face with his hands, tightly enough that she had to break free. She managed to dislodge him and strike him in the face.”
Tuvok nods, “What was the nature of their discussion?”
Elisha looks down at her feet, this was such an uncomfortable conversation, “I can’t make any assumptions, but it sounded like they were talking about the Lieutenant’s mating preferences.”
Tuvok’s eyes belay a hint of apprehension. His lips pull tighter together.
“He was nearly screaming. I’ve never heard a Vulcan sound like that.”
Tuvok’s energy was a mixture of shame and fear. Not nearly as potent as Vorik’s. Tuvok’s emotional control was far superior, developed over decades of careful practice. When he finally spoke he spoke seriously.
“Ensign, I would advise you at this point to return to your duties and put this incident out of your mind.”
He was hiding something. Something about Vorik. She was compelled to dig deeper.
“Sir...what’s going to happen to him?”
“That is not of your concern Ensign, I have given you my suggestion. If you will not respect that then I will make them orders.”
Elisha’s stomach shrunk in her belly. She was much more worried about Vorik than she initially realized. She cared about him, she wanted to make sure he was going to be okay.
Tuvok, as a fellow telepath, could sense how disturbed Elisha was by this order. She cared for him, more than she let on. Perhaps, during this time, this was exactly what Vorik needed.
“Ensign, are you invested in Ensign Vorik’s well being?”
Elisha unsuredly said, “Yes Sir.”
“In this scenario, if Ensign Vorik’s life was in danger, would you do everything in your power to assure that he was kept alive?”
A little more confidently she said, “Of course, Sir.”
Tuvok hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much he should or could reveal to an outsider. Vorik’s options were limited right now, he had little other choice than to resolve his Pon Farr with a member of the crew itself. Elisha was young, consistent, and self-disciplined. She cared for Vorik, and she had the physical and mental fortitude enough to withstand, in his opinion, a potentially dangerous trial for a human body to take on. It was only logical.
“I am not at liberty to discuss something of such a highly personal nature with one of his fellow crew members. However…” He briefly hesitated, “I am quite sure that if you insist with him your readiness to help, he will be receptive.”
Elisha was surprised with Tuvok. He was advocating for his fellow Vulcan, she’s not sure about what. What he said would not have been strange coming from a human, but from a Vulcan this was practically begging her to talk to Vorik and convince him to let her help him. This was serious.
“Thank you, Sir.” She said in disbelief.
“However, you heard nothing of the sort from me.”
“Not a word, Sir.”
The both nodded in understanding. Soon after B’Elanna was escorted out of the sickbay as well as Kae. Lieutenant Tuvok and Torres stepped aside to talk privately while Elisha waited. A few minutes after that, Vorik came through the door as well.
Vorik looked taken aback by Elisha’s presence but composed himself.
“I can escort myself back to my quarters sufficiently.” He ground out.
Elisha shook her head.
“Those aren’t my orders.”
Vorik closes his eyes and tenses his shoulders.
“Very well, lead the way. Though I do insist that you keep your distance.”
“Can I trust you?” Elisha asks sincerely.
“I am not an animal, Elisha” He seemed to be saying that to himself as much ash her, “I am perfectly capable of returning to my quarters without the need for you to get heavy handed.”
Elisha was unconvinced, “All right.”
She walks him to the holodeck in silence. He’s slightly more composed than when she saw him last, and more volatile. His fingers are gripped so tightly that the knuckles are turning pale. She tries to remember that he is sick instead of being incredulous at his rudeness towards her.
He wasn’t giving her an opening, it’s not likely he’s going to share with her what happened in Engineering. She would have to chip away bit by bit before he gave her anything.
“Were you injured when Lieutenant Torres struck you?”
Vorik held his tongue for a moment before speaking, “I suffered from a dislocated jaw, B’Elanna is quite powerful.”
“...Why did you grab her like that?”
“You would not understand.”
“Because I’m not Vulcan? This is a Vulcan thing right?”
“A deeply personal Vulcan matter. One which I do not wish to discuss any further. I would ask that you please respect my wishes and allow me to go back to my quarters to resolve this myself.” He spat.
Elisha knows that it’s now or never as they’re quickly approaching his quarters.
“Is there anything I can do to help, please?”
Vorik turns to look at her, his brows drawn together in conflict. Should he stop her here, or bring her back to his quarters? He knows that once the woman steps through the threshold of his door, all self-control will be gone. Just thinking of Elisha in his arms, in his bed, was driving him mad.
“I know that it’s somewhat illogical,” Elisha continued, “we haven’t known each other for long. But I...need to make sure that I’ve done everything I can.”
She was practically begging for him to take her. Vorik thinks about all the ways that she could help him, on the wall, on the floor, on his bed, in his shower…
Vorik’s arm suddenly shot out and grabbed Elisha by her wrist. His grip was like steel, she couldn’t shake him loose if she wanted to. It wasn’t painful but it was firm.
“Everything? How far are you willing to go Ensign?”
Elisha's eyes opened wide in shock. The sexuality dripping in his voice struck her. She felt herself grow wet. The energy buzzing between them, the desperation of his grip. It thrilled her to her core.
“What do you need, Vorik? Before I agree, I need you to say it.”
Vorik tenses up and releases his hand like her wrist had burned him.
Quietly and reservedly he said, “Leave me.”
“Just tell me!”
“Leave me!”
Elisha grabs his arm and shoves him into his quarters. Being a security officer she was quite strong, manhandling was part of her job description. She hovers her hand over the button that closes it. He stood on the side of darkness, only candles behind him to illuminate him. She stood on the side of the light, the door creating a barrier between them. Whether she would cross it was up to him.
“If you need me, when you need me, call me. I’m not as weak as you think I am.”
Before Vorik can respond she says, “You’re confined to quarters until further notice.”
She presses the button and the door seal shut with a whoosh. She runs her hand through her hair and sighs. She needs to go to the gym to burn off some of this excess energy. As soon as she updates Security of Vorik’s status.
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Vorik had spent hours in his quarters diving deep into his mind. He was the beach, and a storm was battering his shore.
His body was alive with electricity. His skin is sensitive to the touch of the air and the fibers in his clothes. He hadn’t eaten or slept in 3 days, he suspected that he did not have more than 4 days before he would no longer be able to maintain his standard bodily functions.
He knew that this was coming, he had felt the first pull of his logic weeks ago. Early signs of discomfort and discontent within him. He became more aware of his female crew members, B’Elanna especially. He knew that Tom Paris shared affection for her as well, being that she had rejected him he had hoped that she would see his own suitability as a mate. He hadn’t planned on proposing such an arrangement to her for some time, but the time came, and he could not control himself.
He had hoped that it would not be this. Of all times for his first Pon Farr to come, it had to be now, while he was trapped, lightyears away from his home, away from his kind. He was already breaking tradition just by initiating a Vulcan practice with an outsider. He did not have strong opinions about the subject of interplanetary relations, when your options are limited you’re forced to overcome potential obstacles.
He noticed that as often as B’Elanna was in his mind, Elisha was there also. He had not spent nearly the amount of time with Elisha as he had with his Lieutenant, but all the same it was true they had a connection. It was subtle but all the same sincere. He...enjoyed the time they spent together on the holodeck. The reality of being a starship crewman prevented them from developing that bond, but he had recalled it quite often. The potential of a connection that could be deeper.
With the use of his logic, he would respect and appreciate Elisha’s concern for his well being. Now that he was without it, his feelings towards her were purely carnal. He wanted her. He wanted every inch of her. On his body, in his mind, all of her swallowed up the great storm that he had become.
He feared himself, he feared that he would scare her, that he would harm her, that he would break her. He wanted her, but he needed B’Elanna. It was only logical. She was half-Klingon. She could safely take on the physically rigorous burden that was ahead of him. That is if he was able to secure a mate at all.
Sweat dripped onto his hands as he meditated. The fever was beginning, he would soon lose his reason completely. He needed to act now while he still could.
He was disrupted from his meditation by the ringing of someone at his door. He had no assumptions of who it was, all he felt was anger at being interrupted.
“Go away.”
The door whoosed open behind him. Great anger rose in him and he spun around to shout with complete rage, “I said...go away!”
When he opened his eyes to see that it was Lieutenant Tuvok standing before him. The backlight behind him hurt Vorik’s eyes.
He felt a wave of nauseating shame, “I’m sorry Sir…”
“No, I must apologize for the intrusion, particularly at this time.” His voice was heavy with implication.
“So you know.”
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“The resolution must be that we become mates. It is only logical!”
B’Elanna needed him, and he needed her.
Tuvok gently reminds him, “Lieutenant Torres has never been a great follower of logic.”
Vorik grits his teeth, “You think she’ll reject me again?” He could not suffer a second humiliation at her expense, particularly now.
Tuvok spoke slowly, “It might be wise, to continue your meditative efforts.”
Vorik let out a long heavy breath. Despite their mutual need, he doubted that given the circumstances, he would be able to win back B’Elanna’s affection after his last slight. Despite their bond she was strong willed, and not easily persuaded.
Defeated and tired, he said, “I’ll do my best, Sir.”
Tuvok did not make any indication that he was leaving.
“Was there something else Sir?” He grit out. If meditation was all that he could do he wanted to be left to it.
“It is not my place to involve myself in your personal matters. I too, have been through this exact trial you are faced with, at this point, many times over.”
Tuvok relaxed his posture.
“However, I have observed Ensign Elisha’s concern for you myself. In my personal opinion she is an exemplary crew member aboard this ship, and a trustworthy individual. Given her apparent affection towards you, and her respect for secrecy, I believe that she would make a superior choice to Lieutenant Torres.”
Vorik’s frustration cannot contain itself.
“She is a human Sir. The complications of relations between our races are not lost on me. Though Ensign Elisha is strong willed she lacks the physical strength to withstand--”
“Ensign Elisha is more than capable where her physical strength is concerned.”
“--regardless we do not share a bond, as B’Elanna and I do. She would be the logical choice.”
Tuvok looked towards Vorik paternally.
“I would advise that with your options being as limited as they are, choosing someone willing as opposed to someone who is not, would be the more logical endeavor.”
Tuvok turns to make his leave.
“I will speak no more of this, Ensign. Choose how you will. You do not have much time.”
As Tuvok left, Vorik’s rage took on a new face. He roared and hurled his sofa off of the floor onto its back. He took a decorative statue that held no sentimental value and smashed it into the far wall. He tore his tunic off and placed his head in his hands as he wept.
How had he been so foolish? Why had he forced a bond with B’Elanna? He ruined everything. He would be lucky if he was ever allowed to speak to her again, much less gain her affection.
Elisha...he hadn’t known her long. He knew she was intelligent, clever, capable, but not much else. She was a telepath, like him. They shared common interests. Common friends even.
She had expressed interest in helping him. Despite her naivete, he had capitalized on it quickly. As soon as she submitted herself to him in the smallest way, he needed to touch her. He needed her to know his power, his drive, his fear. He wanted to bond with her.
However she didn’t really know what she was offering. She didn’t know what would be required of her. The sacrifice, the great trial she would have to overcome. There would be blood. It would last for days without end. Things would never be the same again, once that bond is made in body and mind there is no going back.
If she rejected him as well, he didn’t know if he could cope. These women had the power to unknowingly subject him to death. How could he not fear their rejection?
Regardless of that fear, it was logical to pursue all available options until he had none left. A rejection would mean little if he was dead in less than a week. He had to try.
He pulled himself off of the floor and walked towards the comms unit by the door.
“Ensign Vorik for...Ensign Elisha.”
30 seconds passed before she responded, she sounded out of breath.
“Yes Vorik?”
Hearing her voice twisted his stomach. His need for her was a physical pain in his lok.
“Would you kindly meet me at my quarters?” He grit out, his jaw tense.
She was silent for a long moment.
“Tell me what’s going to happen when I get there, Vorik. I deserve that much.”
He shut his eyes tight and hung his head. All of his pride was gone and all that was left was to beg for relief from this pain.
He leaned in close to the comms until his forehead touched the wall. He closed his eyes as he let his guard down enough to be honest. If there was a time for honesty, it was now.
“I need you.” He quietly begged.
“My body or my mind?” She inquired.
He gnashed his teeth as he admitted, “Both.”
He heard her sigh over the comms.
“How soon? For how long?”
“Soon, and possibly, for several days.”
“Days?!”
Vorik waited anxiously for her to make her decision. The sweat was reaching his brow but he did not open his eyes or wipe it away. She held his life in her hands.
“This is not something to be taken lightly, Ensign. This much I will warn you. However, I will not force you.”
Still she was silent.
“Give me...an hour to get my affairs in order. I’ll meet you there.”
Vorik’s eyes opened wide in shock. She hadn’t rejected him. His heart beat out of his chest and a relief washed over him. He would have his woman, she would soon be his.
“Thank you, Elisha.” His voice trembled but he didn’t care.
His whole body was shaking. He couldn’t believe she had answered his call. She knew no reason and only risk and she agreed anyway.
He would have to prepare. He had one hour. He looked at the disarray he had created in his quarters. He quickly and recklessly righted his furniture. He picked up the broken pieces of his shattered vase and threw them in the receptacle. He moved the furniture against the wall. He wanted to minimize damage to his living space as much as possible.
This was his first Pon Farr but based on how he was feeling now, he knew that his body was capable of great destruction. It was an instinct, he held no hesitation or nervousness about how they would mate. His body knew that it needed it, and soon she would too. She would become a vessel for his need.
His lok ached inside of his trousers. He moaned and grabbed his throbbing member through them and took a deep breath. He wanted to run through these halls, tear down her door, and have her right there on the floor. Like an animal, stalking his prey to its hiding place and taking what he needed from her sopping wet cunt…
He was drenched in sweat. She couldn’t see him like this.
He removed his clothes and put them in the laundry receptacle before stepping into the sonic shower. He cleaned himself roughly and thoroughly. His skin was on fire. He tended to his personal hygiene and changed into a simple but traditional Vulcan piece of clothing. The robe covered his bare feet and would be easy to remove when he needed to.
When he was finished he sat by his meditation shrine and focused for what felt like ages on belaying his need until Elisha arrived. Only then was he struck with the fear that she would change her mind, that she would leave once his waters had just begun to be cooled. How could he reassure her?
The door chimed and he whipped his head around to face it. He got to his feet quickly and composed himself enough to say,
“Enter.”
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Just A Taste
I had to look this one up before I could decide what to do with it, so for anyone who doesn’t know what this actually is, here’s the link to the definition on Urban dictionary. Anyway, enjoy this short little oneshot.
Also, I realize I’ve been posting a lot of fics. The brain meat has been very active. 😅
Day 16: Snowballing
SoC prompt list here. SoC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.
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Vorik (ST:VOY) x Reader
[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]
Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Vulcan sex, sexual fantasy, snowballing, kissing, implied oral sex (male receiving).
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It started as an inkling...just a trickle of a thought that crept through a crack in the wall of his restraint. His mate must have been able to sense it through their bond. Surely she had? He hadn’t exactly been subtle when the idea sent him blushing while he sat at his desk.
Vorik tried to stop focusing on it so that he could finish his work, but he just couldn’t seem to remove the image from his mind once it had settled there. Pausing in the middle of writing a report, the Vulcan took a steadying breath. Perhaps if he allowed himself to study the thought thoroughly just once, he would be able to move past it.
Yes, that was the logical solution.
Setting his PADD down and leaning back in his desk chair, Vorik steepled his fingers in front of his mouth and closed his eyes. The familiar image of his wife kneeling in front of him with his lok in her mouth flitted through his mind’s eye. They’d spent many hours with their heads between each other’s legs - admittedly, Vorik had never been so utterly undone as he was when he was intimate with his wife.
This time when he thought of the act, however, something was different. Oh, his mate showed the same affection and dedication to his pleasure that she always did. The same spark of love and passion blazed in her eyes, but with a slightly more devious ulterior motive. In his mind, she moaned around his length, swirling her tongue around his tip and massaging what she couldn’t take in her mouth with her hand.
Vorik bit back a whimper at the memory of the previous night. Her hickeys were still dark and sensitive, much to his delight. He wondered what she’d think of this train of thought...
His mate had allowed him significant leeway when it came to their sexual exploration, and he was relieved to find that they shared an affinity for having him release his seed in her mouth. Oh so obediently, she’d show him her tongue before and after she’d swallowed.
Vorik wondered, though, what her reaction would be if he gripped her jaw instead of allowing her to close it and swallow like she normally did. Would she be surprised if he knelt in front of her and kissed her while her mouth was still full of him? What sounds would she make if he kissed her so thoroughly that the liquid was transferred from her mouth to his? Would she take pleasure in the sensation of such a debauched act?
Vorik believed that he would.
The sound of footsteps exiting their bathroom alerted the Ensign that his mate had completed her evening routine. He glanced up, and tried to at least appear to be in control of his lust.
Judging by the mischievous glint in his lover’s eyes, he surmised that he hadn’t succeeded. Wrapped in only a lacy set of lingerie, Vorik’s mate strode slowly over to his desk before sinking to her knees.
“How much did you hear?” His voice came out gritty and low as greedy Human fingers began sliding up his thighs toward the bulge in his uniform.
“Enough to warrant an experiment. After all, you do want to answer at least some of those questions...don’t you?”
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Coming Soon…
When you signed up to volunteer with the USO, you never anticipated that you would meet a man like Ensign Robert Floyd. Fate brings you together one balmy spring evening in Charleston—the night before Bob is set to ship off across the Atlantic. Pen and paper become your only means of sharing your heart with the naval aviator who’s captivated it, igniting a correspondence that spans the distance between you. Can love blossom even as war rages and thousands of miles keep you apart?
#new story sneak peek 👀#and yes bob is an ensign in this story instead of a lieutenant#because he’s just graduated from the naval academy#robert bob floyd#bob floyd x reader#WWII AU#1940s AU
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infigo [pt. 2]
Ensign Thomas Baker x reader // bookstore au
[part one]
Writing the paper should have become the easiest part, once the books were in your possession. The resources were all at your disposal, yet, every time you opened up your notes and computer, nothing seemed to come to fruition.
As a senior in college, writing a short history paper should be akin to nothing. You've written more on math assignments, for crying out loud.
Mindless daydreams seemed to take control of your thoughts, shuffling papers around your desk as your eyes drifted to the book on your bed. The one that Thomas had so kindly slipped into the bag the other day.
About halfway through the novel, you couldn't have been happier to have some sort of distraction, albeit an encouragement of procrastination. It was a simple gesture that had your heart racing in your chest every moment you thought of the interaction. It was so incredibly kind of him to help you, let alone gift you a book.
He must be incredibly observant, to notice how you just simply glanced at the cover before walking back to the front of the store.
"Hm,"
The bookstore was only a short walk away, a location that seemingly went unnoticed your first few times down that street. It was its own hole in the wall, but a lovely one at that, a secret you'd be hesitant to share. Your gaze moves to the window in front of you, a test of your eagerness being thrust upon you just by the rain.
The bell taunts him once more, a bought of terrible weather raging as the door all but slams open, enough that with a heavy sigh, he stands to close for the day.
No one in their right mind would venture out in this storm, and it was possibly doing more harm than good allowing the door to keep flinging open like that.
It's an short walk to the front, and just as he begins fishing around his jean pockets for his keys, he nearly stumbles over his own two feet to see a figure trudging through inches-deep water.
"Surprise?"
He's rendered speechless for a short moment, before shaking his head and gently yanking you inside, closing the door. Finally finding his keys, he locks the door so it would be just the two of you, and the two of you alone.
"I really didn't think it was that bad, or else I wouldn't have come. I think it got worse on my way here,"
Thomas just stares, eyes a bit wide as he takes in your appearance, a red raincoat actually dripping onto the blue carpet. Not that he cares about that, he cares that you're soaked to the bone and worried that he's upset with you.
He is, but only because you’ll probably get sick-not that he isn’t happy to see you, he is, very much so. But how could he ever say that? He and you hardly know each other, but your friendly and kind personality is just so endearing that he couldn't ever stand to see you so disappointed.
"I would hope so,"
Finally regaining his senses, Thomas breathlessly laughs, coming to stand behind you as he peels your coat from your shoulders. Then, he sighs in relief as your upper half is not as drenched as your bottom. He hangs your jacket on a rack next to the door.
"Did you need another reference for your paper? How is it going, by the way?"
You hum in thanks, pushing some hair that was stuck to your forehead away from your eyes.
"Oh, aha, about that..."
Something twists in his stomach, a twinge of guilt first that he wasn’t as helpful as he thought he was.
"I actually came by to thank you. The paper...yeah, it's coming along, but really, the books were a huge help."
Relief floods his shoulders once more, before analyzing the rest of your statement.
"You're very welcome, y/n, of course. But I'm positive you didn't come all this way just to thank me-"
He just hopes you can't hear how loud his heart is. Lord knows its the only thing he can hear right now.
"And to thank you for that book! You most certainly did not have to do that, I've been reading it since I've left here,"
A smile spreads across his face, cheeks beginning to hurt.
"It would be a fair assumption that you've done little of your work, and have been spending your time reading?"
You blush, the toe of your rain boot dragging against the carpet in slight protest.
"All right, yeah. You caught me."
You giggle as his smile brightens, a laugh on his lips as well.
"I am so glad to hear that you're enjoying it. Though, not too proud of myself for making you neglect your work."
"It's a small price for such a excellent novel. Not your fault anyways, I am always getting distracted."
A small lull forms, and just as you go to suggest maybe you should head back, his eyes catch your bag. Shrugging off all of his fear to attempt to be forward, he shakily asks:
"Did you bring your work with you?"
"Oh? Yes, I was planning on heading to the library on my way back from here."
Your nose twitches.
"Though, it'll probably be the opposite of a library, especially during finals week. So noisy."
Thomas swallows thickly and gives the chance the most he's willing to muster.
"I was planning on closing for the day, y/n. The store is yours to work on your paper, if you would like."
He watches the way your jaw unhinges slightly as if he just offered you a hundred dollars.
"You have already done way too much for me, absolutely not-!"
"You have a quiet space, shelves of historical resources, and a bachelor's in American history at your immediate disposal. What more could you ask for?"
He doesn't miss your eyes lighting up.
"You were a history major? Oh, well now we're best friends, Thomas!"
Thomas laughs, and you can't help the way your cheeks warm at the sight. He was just so incredibly gentle and kindhearted, that you were certain that it would be no easy feat to leave the confines of the store if you chose to stay.
"You don’t have to. And are you sure it's okay? Seriously, the last thing I would want to do is impose,"
"I only graduated last year, y/n,"
He smiles, gesturing with his hand to the front desk, trailing right behind you as you approach it.
"I think I've still got it in me. And you could never impose, y/n, really. I want to help you,"
Sliding the stool over to you, you hop onto it, and he disappears into the back for a moment, but returns with a mismatched chair, pulling it over next to you.
Happily, you unpack your bag–computer, notebook, and lastly, the books.
"Want to see how far I got?"
You jest, tone clearly sarcastic, but Thomas blindly nods.
"I'd love to."
And when you open your laptop, the both of you are met with a laughable blank document, not even your name or course atop the sheet.
"Oh, y/n..."
"I'm a pretty bad procrastinator. I like to call times like these desperate measures, but it seems all my small detours led me to the right place."
In the mismatched furniture, the two of you sat relatively at the same height, Thomas still just a bit taller than you. It was easy to meet his gaze here, behind the desk, and you felt a bit more courageous than before.
"You must be really good at math, then."
More laughter echoes, as hours pass in a mere blur, chattering amongst yourselves as you type away. It almost felt like twenty minutes had gone by, when your phone buzzes, signaling that someone was looking for you.
"Oh, it's four already?"
The both of you look up to the clock on the opposite wall, confirming that the time was in fact three fifty-eight.
"I take it then that it's time to wrap this up?"
You nod glumly, a small pout upon your lips as Thomas begins marking pages and closing over books.
"You're nearly done, y/n. Another paragraph and a proofread, and that's all it needs."
"I'm not bummed about that,"
If you could describe his face in one word, it would be confused.
"Wait, let me back up. I am eternally grateful for everything, you literally just sat with me for hours assisting in a paper when you absolutely did not need to."
You take a breath.
"So thank you, Thomas. I literally could not have done it without you."
"You're always welcome around here, no matter the circumstance. I am always happy to help."
Your nose wrinkles, a smile toying on your lips. He senses what you mean before you continue, but allows you the floor to say it, even though you needn’t to.
"You'll have to tell me your favorite cookie, so I can bake for you sometime. But, ah, the reason I am so terribly bummed out is because this means it is goodbye, at least for now."
Loneliness was a feeling that Thomas knew a little too well, and while he was disappointed alongside you, he hoped it had meant he would have your visits to look forward to.
"Well, maybe physically, but I think given the circumstances that your paper isn't finished, maybe I can offer this,"
He grabs a piece of scrap paper from the desk drawer, scooping up a pen and scribbling some numbers across the surface.
"In case you get stuck with that last paragraph."
He winks, and you take the paper gingerly, holding it to your chest as if you were safeguarding it.
"You are an absolute gem, you know that?"
"Anytime."
When you gather your things, Thomas moves to the front window, happy to see that the weather has let up, miraculously so. Just some grey clouds overhead, but the rain had dissipated for now. He grabs your coat off the rack, as you slip something atop the desk, hopeful he doesn't see it until you've left.
"Is it okay if I swing by tomorrow?"
Helping you into your coat, you look up at him expectingly.
"Of course, I'm open tomorrow."
"Okay, great!”
Slinging your bag onto your shoulder, he unlocks the door for you, holding it open as you venture outside.
"Oh, I almost forgot!"
You beckon him to you, and thinking nothing of it, he leans down, just enough that your arms latch around his neck, squeezing him into a hug that makes his whole face beam red.
"Thank you, very much,"
"Anytime. I’m just glad somebody finally got use out of those books,”
He manages to get out, arms coming to your waist to hug you gently in return.
"I'll see you soon!"
And just like that, the door closes over, nearly on his nose as he stands there, as if he couldn't just believe what happened.
"I need to-"
He turns, eyes catching the white envelope on the front desk, immediately grabbing his attention.
Written on the front in perfect cursive read 'Thomas', and he's positive this time, that his heart skipped a beat.
[a/n: this is 1.8k words. how. how did this get so long.]
#sul writes#turn amc#amc turn#turn washingtons spies#turn washington's spies#turn: washington's spies#ensign baker headcanons#ensign baker imagine#ensign baker x reader#ensign baker#turn ensign baker
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Not that innocent
Vorik/Reader
🫧Warnings: Implied sexual content- 18+!!!
🫧Notes: Quick little drabble while i’m working on chapter 5 of Maroon, let me know if you want a part 2!
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Vorik’s eyes followed you discreetly as you made your way across his field of view. You smiled as you interacted with your peers, though he couldn’t care less about them. He’d had his eye on you for a while now, careful to keep his distance and maintain his icy facade, but he was enraptured by you. Everything about you enticed him, tempted him away from his deep set values and into the realm of desire.
He gritted his teeth and tightened his hand around his pad. It was difficult to keep his eyes off the sway of your hips as you walked. Nothing you did was inherently provocative, but for some reason you threatened his control more than any woman ever had. His cheeks burned as you bent down to work on a conduit, and it took everything not to slam his hand down on his console. Looking down, Vork did his best to avert his eyes. As tempting as you were, this was neither the time nor the place for his deviant thoughts.
Rising gracefully, you snapped your spanner back into your belt and brushed an arm across your forehead, other hand resting on your hip. The pink color of your lips and the way your face glistened, sweaty from hard work, made him grunt. The hand resting on his thigh tightened into a fist. His pon farr had passed him by well over a year ago, nothing explained what you did to him. He felt anger and frustration simmering beneath his control, his most primal urges begging to assert themselves. You sighed and started over in his direction, probably to give him your analysis of the conduit you had just fixed so he could log it.
“Vorik, would you mind just inputting this real quickly for me?” You asked, staring at him. Ignoring the way your uniform cinched your waist perfectly, Vorik accepted the pad, careful to let your fingers brush his.
“Yes Lieutenant, it will just be…a moment.” He rasped, aware of the gravelly sound of his own voice and the tight knit of his brow.
“Everything alright? You don’t sound too good.” Your lips turned down into a pout as you ran your eyes over him. Vorik sucked in a breath, and stole the opportunity to rake his gaze up and down your body. Long ago, he had been forced to acknowledge how attractive you were. Now that he had allowed himself to accept how he felt, he couldn’t seem to shake you from his thoughts.
“Yes…I am fine.” He forced out, he needed to get out of here now. The air was too hot and you were too close. His whole body burned. It was immature, improper, and unorthodox of him to let his carnal desires take such a hold on him, but he allowed it anyway.
“Know what, i’ll take care of the data entry. Why don’t you go back to your quarters and rest for a bit? I’ll let B’elanna know.” You offered, bending over the console to take the pad and offering him the perfect view down your unzipped jumpsuit. That was the last straw for him, he needed to get out.
“Thank you.” He grunted, standing on unsteady legs. You placed your hand on his shoulder in sympathy and took his seat. Vorik kept his head down and ignored the odd looks he was getting from the other engineering staff. Meditation wouldn’t help him now, he had let it get too bad, he needed another solution.
Rushing into his quarters, he shut the door and slammed his back up against it. Tossing his head back, he exhaled shakily. There was no sense in denying it, he couldn’t handle his attraction to you. Shuddering, he tried to ignore the ache in his stomach. It would be indecent of him to…pleasure himself to the thought of you. He growled, slamming his fist against the door. What other solution was there? There was no way he could work like this, he dared not look down and be met with the sight of the growing hardness in his pants. He dragged a hand down his damp face and pushed his sweaty bangs from his face. It was wrong, but there was no choice. Reaching for the zipper of his jumpsuit, Vorik sealed his own fate.
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a pike writing request: a captain’s dinner like the one uhura went to in the second episode? love the writing!
Oh thank you so much 💚🖖🏻💚 I just wrote an angsty one so this one is gonna be chaotic and silly to balance things out! Buckle up and enjoy 😎
Fork In Hand (Pike x Reader)
Rating: PG-13 (language, blood, flirting)
Word Count: 986
Content: SFW, GN!Reader, Science Division!Reader, flirty casual relationship, Reader has mad scientist energy, Murphy’s Law, baked goods, accidental stabbing, Dad Mode Pike.
Teaser: Enter with mad baking skills, leave covered in Antares-style beef brisket… and also your own blood. As far as Captain’s Dinners go, this one’s for the history books.
Baking is an art, and a time consumer, so you made it a point to show up first to the Captain’s quarters for dinner prep. You couldn’t help your perfectionism, bread is Your Thing, and not even Chris was allowed to help you.
Chris could grill almost as well as he could command a starship, but you, you were a chemist! And a punctual one! That bread was going to be fresh out of the oven the second everyone sat down and no one was gonna stop you!
Culinary arsenal in hand, you rang.
“Come!”
The doors slid open, and Pike was already hard at work.
“Chris-aptain! Hey!”
“Y/N! Exactly on time as usual, and I thought Vulcans were punctual.” Pike laughed at your half-assed attempt at addressing him professionally.
“Yeah well, you know how I feel about buns.” You put dropped off ingredients and sidled to the countertop next to him, giving him a quick swat to that excellent keister of his.
“You! You, are ridiculous.” he jumped, in fake indignation, stifling a giggle.
“Oh I know, I got stuff for rosemary bread and Bolian olive bread, how does that sound?”
“Go for it, Ensign Zier is Bolian isn’t she? I’m sure she’ll appreciate it!”
“It’s what I had in mind, she’s in my department after all, ought to make her feel welcome.”
“That is the goal.” Damn, if that smile couldn’t light up a room.
“Got any plans for later?” Chris covered the brisket and made his way over to your workspace.
“Uh, ahah, you mean like for desert? Because, I mean, La’an’s coming, I was thinking strawberry shortcake so, uh…”
“That isn’t quite what I meant but-“
The door chimed, you didn’t think it was possible to think the words ‘thank god’ and ‘god damnit’ at the same time but, here you were.
As other guests trickled in and hopped to work there wasn’t any time left for you and Pike to mess around. After all, you didn’t wanna get behind schedule and there was only so much space in the oven.
Dinner went off without a hitch, the command duo dominated the conversation with their usual charm and vigor. The Cadet of the evening got their usual ‘Decade Question’. You snuck a joke or comment in here and there but mostly let your work speak for you. Drinks were served, people went in for seconds, you got up to pour yourself another Scotch.
When you noticed a second too late that the foot traffic had caused a fold in the rug, and your Ensign was about to eat the floor.
You tried to save Zier and her plate from the spill, you failed on both accounts. Well, at least you saved a utensil, not that you thought anybody would want what you had caught. Although caught might be a generous term. It was more like it had caught you.
You were so shocked you started laughing, cackling even. What else could you do?
Because, Oh GOD-
There was a fork
In your hand.
Sorry, not in your hand, through it! Right below the knuckles!
After that things got a little fuzzy.
Somebody gasped at you so hard that they started choking and another person had to help them. Somebody else (Una?) went to help Zier up. “Chris!” oh yeah, that was loud, and that was Una. Zier wouldn’t shut the hell up and stop apologizing. Shit, now the oven is going off. Bad timing. For once.
The Captain’s expression had gone from confused to white as a sheet as he made a B-line for you. You used him and your not-stabbed-with-a-fork hand to brace yourself. Gross, you were bleeding everywhere.
“Tell Sam if he lets my shortcakes burn I will kill him.” you said through gritted teeth as the wonderful sensation of being stabbed took hold and the adrenaline wore off.
The Captain gave a hard glance at Kirk and nodded toward the oven, Sam gave a vague ‘Why me?!’ gesture with his mouth full of brisket, but scuttled over to the oven anyway.
Chris hoisted you up to your feet and hauled ass. You hadn’t lost that much blood you didn’t need to be carried. Right?
Frankly Chris didn’t seem to care and it was faster to just let him help you. You tried to stumble out of the turbolift without his help but the Captain was just not having it, next thing you knew you were in Sickbay.
“What happened? Is that a fork?!” Chapel set down a data pad and rushed over to you, dermal regenerator in hand.
“Sir please stop hovering, it’s gonna be fine. This isn’t the first time either of us has dealt with a stab wound.”
“Right, sorry.”
About fifteen minutes of Chapel being your new best friend and occasionally shooing Chris away later, your hand was good as new.
“You okay?” Chris ventured
“Physically? Yeah. But all that… that was rough.”
“Yeah it was! I don’t think we’ll be living that one down anytime soon.”
“Neither will Zier.”
“Oh relax Y/N, it was an accident.”
“I know, I’m joking Chris, I think, maybe.”
He laughed “You know, there was one dinner a few years ago where that wasn’t an accident?”
“A kid stabbed a superior officer on purpose?!”
“Yeah, but I think I’ll save that story for another time. Would probably be in poor taste at this point.”
“Understatement of the year.”
“You ready to get back in there and see what the damage is?”
“Yeah, hopefully the shortcakes turn out okay.”
“It’ll be fine, you put sweat, tears AND blood into those shortcakes. La’an is… intense, she’ll probably love you for that kind of thing.”
“She would yeah!” you laughed, always a delightful surprise when Chris did some good natured ribbing.
One thing’s for sure, you’re gonna remember this night for the rest of your life.
#did I let my own love of baking infect this particular version of reader?#yes yes I did#hilarity ensues!#character x reader#captain pike x reader#christopher pike x reader#captain pike#captain christopher pike#christopher pike#chris pike#children of the comet#una chin-riley#samuel kirk#ensign zier#la'an noonien singh#fanfiction#fanfic#star trek#star trek snw#star trek strange new worlds#snw#strange new worlds#lar trek#cw blood#cw stabbing
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With all the hype from Celebration and the Kenobi series, I haven't read a whole lot, but I've been catching up today and I have thoughts!
First of all lmao Ordo's message to Kal - "I also married her" - like it's an afterthought or side note and not a huge freaking deal. That's so perfectly Ordo. Always business first with him. I adore him and Besany more than I can say.
Spaarti clones! Master Altis and his Jedi! I love seeing more of the old EU woven into this book (though I guess this technically predates No Prisoners). That's always been my favorite thing about being a hard-core Star Wars fan - all the little bits of a massive universe that tie together beautifully if you know enough of the rest of the story to recognize it but not in such a way that you can't still enjoy the story if you don't know all the other pieces.
(I have, hmmm, opinions on how current canon is doing on that front, but that's for another time)
The Nulls staging an intervention for Kal'buir!!! They love their dad so much and are so protective of him. I love that he got to finally adopt them all formally and it's especially poignant that it's right before his call with Tor. This book is giving me so many complicated family feelings and I love all of it.
yAY REPCOMM ANON 💕💕💕 it's been too long im so happy to hear from you again and ALSO i, too, have Opinions about disney's quote-on-quote canon >.> there is a reason i am finally and deliberately immersing myself in the EU instead lol but anyways -
yes!!! the altisians!!! i freaking love them, like - they were the new jedi order before the new jedi order was even a thing and they just sound so nice; if i was going to be a jedi i'd want to be one like them :DDD callista is an absolute sweetheart, her offering to help etain out is just. it's so jedi it's genuine and heartfelt and totally selfless and i love her for it
AND THE INTERVENTION okay i know this isn't part of it technically but this is possibly my favourite line in uhh relation to it slfjskf
"Kal'buir, are you feeling okay?" Prudii put his hand on Skirata's cheek. "Talk to to me, Buir. What's wrong?"
i just. i LOVE SEEING THE BOYS TAKING CARE OF THEIR DAD i love them taking care of each other too!!! we get so much family bonding time in this book, i'm so so SO with you i feel like this is one in which the characters are the family-est they've ever been!! we've got etain and laseema lifting each other up as sister-in-laws and laseema being the darlingest mummy to kad and the nulls sitting kal down and making him let them take care of ruusaan (also i love prudii's implication that they've tried to get him fix his ankle for a while now XD kal is STUBBORN bless him) and delta having a gossip sesh and jaller being the hero of the freaking century risking everything to protect his friends and ordo being jealous over kal and besany and ordo learning how to be married to each other and -
I LOVE THIS BOOK SO MUCH i know it's painful, but there's so much hope and love mixed into it i just - oh. it's the BEST. except for the near-the-end bit which destroys me to much to reread slkfjldsfj i won't spoil it but - i'm so happy you're liking the book so far!!!
also yES the adoption scene has to be the cutest thing, it's so mando XD ordo's businesslike to a fault but he didn't come by all of it naturally, i love that kal just casually adopts his lads over dinner. i've a feeling singing happy birthday is just not a thing in mando culture and personally i think they've got their priorities straight
#AND THEN THEY IMMEDIATELY GO INTO SCHOOLING THE NASTY ENSIGN gosh there's some satifsfying moments in this one#oh man oh man i'm so EXCITED i mean i'm not. excited for you to get to the end ksjflksdj but#excited you're liking it so much :DDD#besany and ordo are the CUTEST#oh my gosh. the couple cuteness in this book too#parja and fi are my favourites always <3 but etain and darman are soft and besany and ordo are aDORABLE#repcomm#republic commando#ask#kal skirata#ordo skirata#besany wennen#ordo#repcomm reader anon 📚#prudii skirata#prudii
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Games: TNG Taurik x GN! Reader (One-Shot)
A/N: This is such a cute request I made it into a One-Shot.
Prompt: You teach Taurik to play different Earth games, tonight is one of great skill! (Takes place before TNG S7 EP15: Lower Decks)
It was your turn to pick the game for game night again. This had become your Friday Night tradition with your friends. One of you would pick a new game to play at the Ten Forward. Last week Sam brought Monopoly which ended badly. So it was put on the Banned Games List. Sito wanted to try to play a Table Top Role Playing Game but only you and Alyssa seemed interested. (That became your Saturday Night.)
You were digging around in your locker looking for something to do when your fingers gripped a little box. You pulled out the box and looked at it. It was the size of a deck of cards, red, with a black stripe across the front reading, "UNO".
"Perfect." You laughed, thinking of the looks on everyone's faces.
Later that day you joined your friends at the Ten Forward. You were met with a few casual waves by Sito and Sam, Alyssa was already sipping on a pink cocktail, while Taurik gave you a familiar nod.
"What have you got for us this time?" Sam asked "Can't be as bad as your last pick."
Alyssa playfully slapped Sam's shoulder.
"I figured after The Monopoly Incident, we could play something more fun." You said pulling out the deck of cards.
"A card game, how old are we?" Sam asked, "Next time you'll want to play poker with the Senior Officers."
"Are you afraid you will lose again like last time?" Taurik asked raising an eyebrow.
Taurik always found ways to defend your choice. You always did the same for him. He would usually pick strategy games that would take forever to finish because Sam would insist on playing until he beat him.
"No, let's play." Same said
After reading the rules, and dealing out the cards it wasn't long before a few rounds had passed. You had gone through three synthehol drinks before you were completely dizzy and unable to focus.
"Gin Rummy." You said throwing down your plus four card to Sam.
"You mean Uno." Sito giggled watching you sway slightly in your seat.
"Yeah, that." You laughed while Sam begrudgingly took four more cards to his massive stack.
You saw Alyssa get a big smile on her face before writing something down on a blank card and then passing it to Taurik. He looked back at her and then to you only to look back at her. You could feel her swinging her feet underneath the table. She was up to something. You watch as Taurik then pulls twenty-five cards out of the deck only for Sito to let out a snort when she sees the card Alyssa played.
"What's so funny?" You asked playfully narrowing your eyes at them.
"Nothing." Alyssa said innocently, "Just playing to win."
Sito drew a card from the now diminished deck. You looked down and noticed you also had to pull one as well.
"So much for your winning streak," Sam said laying down a card.
Alyssa played another card, "Color change blue."
Then suddenly Taurik was slapping down cards. Before you knew it he was completely empty-handed.
"I believe I have won yet again." He stated proudly.
You all let out a groan throwing your remaining cards in a pile.
"How does he do that?" Sito asked, taking a few sips of water.
"Every time." Sam banged his head on the table.
"I was so close." Alyssa sighed, "I was hoping that card would work."
"You tried your best." You consoled laughing "Let's face it, we're never going to beat him."
"Whatever, let's go again," Sam said but before he could gather up the cards Guinan walked over.
"Time for bed you guys." She said, "Almost everyone else has left."
"She's right, I don't think I could play another round." You said picking up the cards and putting them back in the box.
"You'll have to wait until next Friday, Ensign Lavelle," Taurik said rising to his feet.
Sam let out an annoyed groan, "I think I already know what I'm going to bring next time."
You chuckled and walked out of the bar with your friends. Just as you were about to split up to say good night Sito grabbed Alyssa and Sam's sleeves and called over her shoulder.
"Hey Alyssa why don't we help Sam feel better and grab a quick late-night snack at the Replicator, we'll see you guys later." She said before quickly pulling your other two friends away leaving you a Taurik alone.
You questioned why the sudden change in plans, "I better be heading back to my quarters. I have an early shift."
"Allow me to escort you while the Synthehol wears off," Taurik said, you noticed a light green tint to his cheeks and ears.
You nodded and started walking together. The two of you talked about the game. It wasn't until you were just outside of your quarters you decided to ask.
"What did that card say?" You raised an eyebrow feeling more sobber.
Taurik stood in front of you sheepishly. He folded his hands in front of you and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.
"It was of a personal nature that was illogical to share." He said looking down slightly.
"Oh, well, it is always logical to tell me." You said, your curiosity was burning.
"It may compromise a relationship with someone I hold in high regard." His face was turning a dark shade of green.
"Please, don't play with my curiosity." You said pulling on his arm, "Who is it?"
"(Y/N)," He said unfolding his hands and placing one over yours.
You were shocked this was the first time he'd ever called you by your first name. He looked deep into your eyes. His sweet umber eyes were filled with so much emotion, sadness, longing, and admiration.
"I declare koon-ut so'lik, my desire to be your mate." He shut his eyes tightly, and he gripped your hand as if he was afraid you'd slip away.
"You're not playing games with me are you?" You asked reaching your free hand up to caress his cheek.
"I would never play games with you like that, Tal-kam." He said releasing his grip slightly and leaning into your touch.
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Part 2
Ensign Vorik x OC Pon Farr Smut
Summary: Ensign Elisha has come to resolve Vorik’s Pon Farr. With little knowledge of his culture and their practices, she is surprised to see such a logical man reduced to such raw emotion.
Warnings: Smut, Pon Farr, Interspecies Sex, Rough Sex, Begging, Slight Breeding Kink
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The doors slid open and Elisha was standing in front of him in her uniform. His robes were dusty gray and hung formally, surprised to see him in traditional garb. This was all so strange, but she was so excited. Her body was a live wire.
She stepped into the room and the door shut behind her. The lights were low, but she could still see Vorik’s face clearly.
“In truth, I’m...surprised you agreed to come.”
Elisha said, “I’m surprised that you called.”
Vorik looked at the floor, “I could not...hold out any longer.”
“From what, Vorik?”
Vorik raised his head and moved steadily closer to her. Observing her posture and mannerisms. She stood quite still, waiting for permission to move. Maybe even a little afraid.
“It is called; Pon Farr. Meaning, ‘The Time’. Once every seven years we males experience an...uncontrollable desire to fulfill our base most instincts. To mate. If it is not done, then we die.”
“You would die from this?”
“Most certainly.”
Elisha moves towards him until there is only 2 feet between them. Vorik’s breath hitches. She’s wearing perfume.
“Have you done this before?”
“Never. Have you?”
Elisha laughs nervously, “Not in this way, but yes, a few times.”
Vorik gulps, “My only desire is that I be a satisfactory mate. You are giving me the gift of life in exchange for your body and mind. Whatever you ask of me will be given, readily.”
Elisha steps slightly closer.
“Tell me what you want to do with me, Vorik. I’m getting impressions, but I want to hear you say it.”
Vorik, his hands shivering from restraint, closes the gap between them and slips his hand onto the base of her neck. He can hear the thrumming of her heartbeat as he leans in close. He puts his lips onto her ears, his breath on her jugular.
“I want to devour you.”
Elisha gasps and allows herself to fall against him. She feels his tongue as he licks hungrily at her neck. Her nerves fire off and pleasure shoots straight to her core. His teeth nip and nibble at her skin like he was a wild animal. She can’t contain her moans, she can’t remember the last time she was this turned on.
She's so vulnerable to him now, so exposed. Teeth on her flesh and blood boiling under his skin.
“You are my mate, forget all those who have come before. You. Are. Mine!”
Vorik sinks his teeth into her right beneath her left ear. She yelps faintly as she collapses even further into his arms. He has her pinned, their body’s connected by this primal act of him marking her.
He releases his mouth from her flesh and speaks into her ear.
“This mark makes you mine, everyone on this ship shall know it.”
Elisha pants as endorphins flood her brain with enormous waves of pleasure and pain. His possessiveness is so raw, so primal. Nothing will keep him from her anymore.
“Vorik…”
“Let me touch your mind.”
“How--”
Before he can reply she feels his fingers pressing into her face from jaw to her eyebrow. Nothing can adequately explain the feeling of their minds melding. His powerful desire dominates her every thought, spilling into her mind. Her telepathy has never been so strong. She feels the burning blood, the fever, the ache in his lok. The desire he has for her is barely contained within his body.
Vorik feels Elisha’s fear and excitement. She knows little of what she’s in for, but she wants it so badly. She's been so lonely for so long, she needs to be touched, be held, be possessed. She wants this as badly as he needs it.
They both moan loudly as they share in the pleasure of knowing one another. Their connection was strong for good reason. Their minds are one. They are one.
“Elisha--”
“Vorik--”
Vorik slowly opens his eyes and drags his nimble fingers down her face. He gently captures her face in his hands and presses a firm kiss upon her lips. Her lips are softs and warm. She darts her tongue out between them and he jolts a little at the intrusion. He’s never kissed in the way humans do before. The intertwining of tongues somehow escaped him during his research.
“Here, let me show you.”
Elisha grabs Vorik’s face and pulls him down on her lips. She slips her tongue nimbly between them and coaxes him out. He is hesitant at first but quickly falls into a rhythm.
“I need to taste all of you.”
“Give me a moment to--”
“No! Your flesh, your body, I need it now.”
He grabs her uniform by the collar and rips it off. Her rank pips hit the floor with a ping as her top tears straight down the clavicle.
Elisha laughs deliriously as Vorik’s mouth descends on her clavicle. He drags his gnashing teeth and tongue down further and further until he reveals her breast.
“Your skin is delicious. I can taste your need. I can smell your cunt from here.”
“Oh Vorik!”
Vorik grabs her breast in his hand and pinches her nipple painfully.
“Gentle!”
Vorik jolts and lets go immediately.
“Just, be gentle with them please. They’re sensitive.”
It takes great willpower for Vorik to return to sensibility for even a moment. He grits his teeth and shivers as he holds himself back.
“...I don't wish to harm you.”
“I know.” She reassures him.
Vorik cautiously uses a single digit to roll and tweak her nipple. She grinds against him deliciously and he nearly loses balance supporting them.
“Vorik I can’t stand any longer.”
Vorik sweeps up Elisha in his arms like a fireman and throws her onto the bed. Her head rushes and tries to keep up as he continues to pull her shirt to shreds.
She laughs in surprise. A day ago she never would have pictured this Vulcan pillar of logic hungrily ripping off her clothes. He was a man overcome with need, no logic left in sight.
He slides on top of her, once her chest is exposed and holds himself up on his elbows as he cradles her breasts in his hands, this time more gently.
Vorik practiced his technique on her breasts and alternated rolling the buds in his fingers and licking and sucking on them. She arched into him and mumbled incoherently as he coaxed her into pleasure once again. Just as she had relaxed, he bit one and she yelped again. It wasn’t painful but it did alarm her. His teeth on her flesh were too overwhelming.
“Oh that sound thrills me, make it again.”
He bit gently on her nipple again and she yelped weakly in response. She’d never experienced pleasure like this before. It rolled through her like waves and she never wanted it to end.
While he worked on her breasts she hooked her legs around his thighs and sent his hips crashing into hers. She got some leverage and ground her pelvis into his so deliciously. He had never felt this before, and she knew it. While this wouldn’t excite an experienced man, for a virgin just the idea of their most private parts touching would send him into a frenzy. She was gratified when it did.
Vorik begged, “I need...I need more. I need to be inside of you. Please”
Vorik vaulted himself off of her and removed the rest of her clothing. He stripped her down until the cold air hit her naked body. Next he shed his clothes sloppily until the great weight of them hit the floor. He was suddenly naked. Stocky and muscular and painfully hard.
Elisha instinctually held her legs back and Vorik held his lok to her entrance in an unsure and inexperienced way. He gripped her thigh while he used his other hand to guide his member closer to her entrance. She was soaking wet but he met resistance still. He tried vaulting his hips and failed to enter her. He looked towards her with pleading eyes.
“Permit me entrance.”
Elisha looked at him sympathetically and smiled comfortingly.
“Like this.”
She reached down between them and took her lok in her hand. He stiffened at the contact and moaned an almost painful sound. Elisha took the tip of his lok and rubbed it around the wetness in her entrance, spreading her juices on his tip and preparing her for penetration. Vorik’s eyes were crazed, his body was rigid. He moaned loudly and threw his fist into the wall behind them. It dented but did not give way.
“Cease this torture, I can bear it no longer!”
Elisha ignored his frustration and moved her hips forward, “Now.”
Vorik snapped his hips forward and was instantly buried within her. His mouth hung open, and his hands grabbed the headboard affixed to the wall as he processed this sensation for the first time. Her muscles contracted around his throbbing length and they both sighed in contentment. It didn’t take much longer for him to need to move within her.
He moved his hips back and snapped them forward again. She let out a loud moan that was drowned out by Vorik’s. He growled uncontrollably like an animal. He bucked his hips into her wild and frenzied. His movements were sloppy and inconsistent but his vigor was what thrilled Elisha. She was sure that never in her life had a man needed her as much as he did right now.
Their bodies were coated with sweat and pheromones and they grasped onto everything around them to keep from falling. His thrusts were hard and his twin size bed wasn’t able to accommodate them. Ultimately they were unsuccessful, and rolled onto the floor with a heavy thud, falling apart for a moment as they gathered themselves.
“Come back, I’m not finished yet.” Vorik snapped.
Elisha barely processed what he said as she climbed up onto her elbows and knees. A moment later his lok was shoved back into her entrance from behind. Her mouth hung open and her eyes shut tight. He felt so huge inside of her like this. He pounded his hips into hers and she was overwhelmed with sensations. Her muscles tensed and she withdrew into her pleasure as she orgasmed so brightly she couldn’t make a sound.
Her vaginal muscles contracted around him and he was too far into the blood fever to recognize that his mate had just reached her pleasure. Perhaps it could have been his lack of experience, never having seen a woman orgasm before. It wasn’t as if pornography was a part of Vulcan custom. He continued pounding into her as his sweat dropped onto her back.
Elisha tried to speak but her voice was too weak, “Vorik, I can’t…”
Vorik stiffened as his lok was trapped within her contracting pussy. Oh, she was beautiful. Completely undone around him, completely his.
“You’re my mate, you’re mine!” He bellowed.
He scooped his arms around her midsection and pulled her up to bite into her shoulder. She screamed and tried to shove him away. She wanted to enjoy her orgasm in peace. The pain was a distraction, an unwelcome one.
By this point, Vorik’s poor body had nothing left to give. He exploded within her, his seed hitting her soft cervix and leaking hotly down the base where they were joined. He saw stars. His grip on Elisha loosened and he fell onto his side. Not an ounce of strength or seed left in him. Elisha came tumbling down with Vorik, and she was also completely devoid of strength.
They both fell asleep on the messy floor of his quarters, completely naked, and completely free.
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Elisha woke from a deep slumber to feel Vorik’s hips grinding against her. There were no clothes to act as a barrier and his rough humping irritated her already sensitive vulva.
Elisha grunted her protest, “Wait, I’m not ready.”
Vorik was still sweating, his arms slick and shivering as he pulled her back against his chest.
“Mate, I have need of you again.” Vorik moaned. His voice was sleepy but his body was quite awake.
He continued his rough thrusting and finally Elisha had had enough. She turned around and jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow to get him off of her. Her strength was not as great as his, so surprising him was the only tool she had to break free.
She stood and moved further away from him, grabbing onto the wall for support and holding her hand out as a warning for him to stay back.
“I told you, Vorik, I’m not ready.”
Vorik’s face was screwed up into a look of anger and indignation. He was more foregone than before. Less logic even then when they last mated.
“You cannot resist me, we are bonded!” He nearly shouted. The deep fear was evident in his voice. He was terrified that she would leave him, when they had only just begun.
Elisha took a deep breath and steadied herself. His emotions were so powerful that it took great concentration for her to right her own mind to its own needs. She relaxed her posture but maintained her distance.
“Vorik, I’m not leaving you. I need to use the lavatory. I need a moment alone.”
Vorik looked at her as if she’d spoken a foreign language. His eyes were still desperate, he moved towards her, reaching for her hand.
“No!” Elisha shouted, ripping her hand away from him. He was more foregone than she thought.
She looked to her left towards the lavatory. The quarters were standard issue, the layout was the same in his room as it was in hers. She knew it would take only a few steps to reach it and create a barrier between them.
“We cannot be parted, it is not the way.” Vorik pleaded.
Elisha looked at him for a moment before darting to the lavatory. She was faster than him and reached the room before he could. She quickly slammed the door and said, “Computer, Ensign Elisha Security Override AL-126, lock this door, accept only my voice for activation.”
The computer chimed back, “Door locked.”
“No!” Vorik roared.
Elisha heard him bang his fist against the door, the heavy metal impenetrable even for a Vulcan. He continued to throw his fists against the door, roaring like a caged animal. She had caged herself, keeping the wild beast at bay.
A sudden fear struck Elisha as she realized that this was far from over. She rushed over to the toilet and relieved herself, wiping her vagina gently with the biodegradable paper. She was already raw from their last session. She had been well prepared, but it likely had only been hours since they last mated.
She saw the familiar white globs of cum that had settled into her while she slept. She could be pregnant. The thought excited her more than it frightened her. She had wanted a child for a long time, but who knew if they could even reproduce successfully?
She held her head in his hands, what had she gotten herself into? When he said days she hadn’t thought it would be ‘every waking moment’. To be honest with herself, she hadn’t thought about it much at all. She had acted impulsively, on instinct. Maybe she had been wrong. Maybe this was too much for her to bear.
She didn’t know what she was doing. She didn’t really know what Pon Farr was. If this was what it was, she understood why he had feared it so. To say that Vorik’s lust was insatiable was an understatement.
She got up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her mascara had smeared on her cheeks, and he had bites and bruises blooming on her chest and body. She looked like she’d been beaten.
There was a medpac in the cabinet. It was clean and well organized, everything in its place. Tasteful candles sat on the counter and the towels were neatly folded. Vorik was not only neat, but he had decorated as well. At least when he was of sound mind.
He seemed so far distant from that person he was now. It was difficult for her to correlate the ill, lust-driven, desperate man begging on her door, with the one that she had known before.
She patched her wounds up with the tools from the pac. She put ointment on her bruises that would disperse the blood flow, injected herself with a hypo for the pain, and started using a dermal regenerator on the bite marks on her shoulder. When she reached the one on her neck, she hesitated. That was where he had marked her, intentionally. Her heart sunk as she thought about erasing the mark from her skin. Maybe, she would keep just this one. She wasn’t sure if it was for herself or for Vorik, but she felt attached to it.
After she dealt with her injuries she drank a few large glasses of water that she desperately needed. She splashed some water on her face and wiped away the smeared makeup. She wouldn’t make that mistake twice.
Vorik had stopped banging on the door by the time she was finished. She approached the door and wondered what he could be feeling right now. She felt some guilt for abandoning him while he was so clearly not in his right mind to understand her. However she wasn’t a sacrifice to be offered up to him. She was a conscious, living, breathing woman, who needed to be treated like one. She was here of her own volition, and she wouldn’t get bullied into mating with him.
“Vorik.” She called out.
She heard Vorik scramble to his feet and approach the door.
“My mate, come to me.” His voice was more seductive, more alluring than it was before. Possibly allowing some space between them convinced him to change his tactics.
“Vorik, I want to help you, but I don’t feel what you feel right now. I need you to be gentle.”
“The fever is upon me. It is impossible to resist. It is not the way.”
Elisha became indignant, “If you don’t find another way then I will leave!”
Vorik was silent for a moment. “Bond with me, I will make it right.”
Elisha remembered how it felt to bond with him, the rush of endorphins and the elation of pleasure. Perhaps if they bonded once again her body would allow her lust enough to make their next inevitable mating less painful.
“You will feel no more pain, my mate.”
Elisha steeled herself for whatever would happen when she opened the door. Hesitantly she said, “Computer, disengage lock.”
“Voice recognition accepted, locks disengaging.”
The door whooshed open and instantly Vorik was in front of her. She braced herself to be swept up into his arms by force, but instead he offered her his hand. Extended were two fingers, index and middle, pressed together. She looked at him confused.
He remained still and looked at her face expectantly. When she didn’t respond he reached for her hand, and slowly pressed her other fingers down until she mimicked his. He held them upright and pressed their fingers together. A jolt went through her fingertips when they touched, the feeling almost as intimate as kissing. He stroked his fingers up and down hers in a way that was seductive and gentle. She had never felt anything like this before.
Elisha stroked her fingers up and down Vorik’s, and watched his face melt into calm as she did it. She wanted to ask if this was helping, but she didn’t want to interrupt their connection with her voice. It was lovely, that’s all it needed to be.
After a few moments of their wordless exchange Vorik reached his free hand towards Elisha’s face, and she allowed it. His fingers pressed gently again from temple to jaw, and their minds melted together.
“My mind, to your mind, my thoughts, to your thoughts.” He recited.
It was entirely different from last time, not a crashing together of two unfamiliar minds, but a gentle joining of two. It washed through her like descending into a warm bath. Enveloping her and covering her, while leaving enough room for her, ‘self’ to still exist.
Soon she felt the oncoming of Vorik’s lust. It was not as untempered and wild, but instead it felt heavy. Like a large burden born on his shoulders alone. She wanted to share it with him, the weight of his lust and need. He shouldn’t have to bear it alone.
When she opened herself up to that act of empathy, she felt the lust seep into her body, into every pore, into every iota of her being. It was hot, boiling, like a great fever. Is this what it felt like? The blood fever he had mentioned? It was like it crawled into her skin. Suddenly her body was aflame. She needed to be touched, to be held, to be bit, to be penetrated. She needed the raw, primal feeling of being filled. She wanted to pounce, she wanted to scream, it hurt, but it hurt so good.
Elisha’s eyes flew open, her skin was sticky with sweat.
“I need.” She said, not knowing why, but saying it because it was true. She needed. She needed him so much.
“I know.”
Elisha lunged forward into Vorik’s arms and wrapped her legs around him. His Vulcan strength was more than sufficient to bear her weight as he hoisted her up on his hips.
Her body acted on its own, knowing only what to do, not knowing why. Her lips sought out his skin. She kissed and licked and grazed his neck with her mouth. Biting down on the same place he had marked her. Biting hard.
He hissed and gripped her thighs tightly, pinning her body against him while she tasted of his skin and something else wet. Had she really bitten him that hard? She was incapable of gauging her own strength right now. She pulled away with her lips green and Vorik growled at this sight.
“You have tasted my blood. Do you burn?”
Elisha whimpered pathetically, “Yes, I burn.”
She clawed at his back and tried to grind against his lok while she was in his arms.
“What do we do?” She pleaded. Her skin was fire, her lips were molten. Her core dripped so eagerly that beads of her desire hit the carpet beneath them.
“What is in our nature.” He said resolutely.
Vorik carried Elisha over to the kitchen island and laid her down on the cool marble. The surface was ice cold against her skin so much that it almost distracted her from her need.
Vorik grabbed her pelvis and dragged her towards the edge of the table and plunged into her. They both let out a pained cry as his lok once again was buried inside of her. The pleasure was indescribable, a great overwhelming bloom through her entire being.
Vorik was more sure of himself this time, he started rocking within her immediately. He gathered her thighs in his arms and held them squarely against his chest, leaving no room for Elisha to escape.
Elisha couldn't control her cries as every emotion in her body came spilling out from deep inside of her. She screamed like a wild animal, clawing at her flesh and moaning at this great relief from the pressure building inside of her.
This was meant to be, this was as close to her primal nature as she ever had been. Connected by mind and body to a man who had seen all of her. She wept, tears spilling from her eyes as she came suddenly and without hardly any clitoral stimulation. It was unlike her but entirely natural.
Her body shook and shivered, and quickly she realized she wasn’t finished, she needed more. Post-orgasm and still needing him to pound into her like she’d been starved for a lifetime of touch.
Vorik held her legs like his arms were made of steel. Her feet were getting numb but she didn’t care. His body was firm and strong.
Vorik suddenly threw her legs aside and scooped her up into his arms again, whisking her away to the floor where his robes and blanket had fallen.
“My mate, I need all of you.” He was full of affection.
“I’m here, I’m here,” She reassured him.
Vorik’s eyes were shut tight as he laid his length on top of her. He buried his face into her neck and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. He was shivering and groaning as he entered her again.
Despite the roughness of their coupling, the affection between them was potent. Arms wrapped around one another, both with their mind touching, bodies joined in pleasure.
Elisha felt wetness on her neck. Though at first she thought it was her tears, she realized it was Vorik’s. This withdrawn Vulcan man was weeping. From what she knew of Vulcan’s this was not common practice even among children. This was perhaps the first time in Vorik’s life that he had let go of all inhibitions and just wept. Like he was freshly born, new life exploding out into the world.
Elisha was lost in the delirium of pleasure and finally said something out loud she’d never have done without the fever.
“I want your child, Vorik. Put a child inside me.”
Vorik growled from deep within his chest. Almost like he was incapable of speech. He had awoken to a completely carnal state. He grunted and groaned like an animal, no words were exchanged, but they both knew his answer.
Fuck yes.
He bucked his hips, once, twice, and released inside of her, violently. She felt his warm seed in her belly. She reached down and pressed on top of her uterus, putting her cervix is the optimal position for conception. He looked down and saw her feeling her womb and subsequently, the outline of his lok inside of her. He shivered fully, quivering with desire. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His woman accepted his seed into her womb so she could bare his child.
His eyes rolled into his head, his lok painfully overstimulated. He didn’t lose his strength like he had last time. In fact he felt invigorated. He tightened his arms around her, and whispered Vulcan words of affection into her ears.
“Tishau Elisha.” (I care for thee Elisha.)
“Lesek. Lesek. Lesek.” (Thank you, thank you, thank you.)
They stayed like that for some time, consumed by their own bliss. They spoke little, and when they did it was kind.
Vorik’s lok remained inside of her, his refractory period was ending and need crept up in him once again. He had regained little of his logic back, he was still deep in the fever. He lifted his head to look at Elisha’s face. His eyes betrayed his unspoken question. Elisha nodded.
He moved within her once again, more steadily this time. Rocking his hips gently back and forth. His lok hurt, his body ached, but it was nothing in comparison to the pleasure he felt from being inside of her.
He carried on steadily for what must have been hours. Elisha had experienced the Pon Farr for herself, and though the immediate effects had passed, she had great compassion for his needs. Though she was overstimulated, though she was hot and tired, she persisted. For that was the affection she had for him. She was his mate, and she would see this through with him, until the end.
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Neither of them knew when they fell asleep. It was not a conscious act, but a result of their exhaustive physical activity.
“Ensign Vorik, please respond.”
The Doctor’s voice through the comms pulled the couple out of their slumber. They were not still joined, but their bodies laid spread across each other. Their eyes met, both blurry and confused.
“Ensign Vorik, please respond!” The overworked Doctor pleaded.
Vorik cleared his throat, but before he could speak Elisha smiled brightly at a brilliant idea.
“Ensign Vorik is quite...indisposed at the moment Doctor.”
Vorik’s eyebrows hit the ceiling. Surprise and flattery clearly written across his features.
“Ah, I see well...I’ll make a note of that for my records.”
Elisha chuckled quietly to herself.
“I’d like the both of you to report directly to me after you’re...finished.”
Vorik chimed in, sounding more like himself than he had in days, “Very well Doctor, now if you will please excuse us.”
The Doctor happily ended his transmission. Vorik rolled over onto his stomach and buried his face in his hands. That was when Elisha noticed something surprising on Vorik’s neck.
“Oh wow.”
Elisha reached her hand out and stroked the outline of the bite she’d given Vorik. He didn’t react in surprise or pain to her touch, instead he tilted his head back and leaned into her touch. She made the softest sound of approval at the physical contact.
“Do you remember leaving that mark?” Vorik asked casually.
“I didn’t realize I’d bitten you so hard.”
Vorik reached out an arm towards her face and touched the same mark he’d left on her.
“The placement is identical.”
“That wasn’t intentional.”
Vorik removed his hand from her neck and placed it on her arm. He drew her hand into his for the same ‘Vulcan kiss’ that they had shared before.
“It is called the Ozh’esta, the ‘Finger Embrace’. It is an act of romantic affection between our people. Quite like a ‘Vulcan Kiss’.”
Elisha looked at him curiously.
“You can read my mind.”
“I always could, I simply have your permission to do so now that we are bonded.”
Elisha observed Vorik’s condition. His hand was warm but not hot and sweaty like it had been before. His demeanor was calm and respectful. He was acting like himself again.
“It looks like your fever has passed.”
“It would appear so. However, my Time has not yet passed.”
Elisha raised her own brow, “How many more times we need to…?”
Vorik deliberated, “Twice more should be sufficient.”
Elisha laughs and says, “I can’t believe you still have the stamina.”
“This Time brings forth a supernatural response on our bodily systems. Some have withstood trials much longer than ours.”
Elisha shakes her head in disbelief, “That’s good to know for next time.”
Vorik was thoughtful for a moment.
“That is assuming that you would be willing again, in seven years.”
Elisha realized what she had implied. She considered how to phrase her next sentence.
“While I can’t predict--”
Vorik reaches out and grabs her wrist possessively.
“You need not say another word. You are my mate, for as long as you wish.”
Vorik lowered his head down to her wrist, to kiss the sensitive bit of skin. His mouth climbed up her forearm to her shoulder and eventually back to her neck.
Elisha remembered that they may be together for a lot longer than seven years if she did conceive the last time they mated. It seemed that she had thought about the commitment before the relationship in their case. In the moment it felt right, but in the light of day it seemed frightening, and impulsive.
“Are you ashamed of your desire for a child?”
“Yes.” She answered honestly.
Vorik spoke into her ear directly, his voice soothing and calm, but with a small fire still behind it.
“It is only natural for a woman to desire a child. Therefore is it only natural for a man to want his woman to carry it.”
Elisha’s heart lights up at the idea of carrying Vorik’s child. She wondered if right now there was an egg being fertilized in her womb. They hardly knew each other and they were talking about having a child together, this was madness!
“That is no longer the case, we are bonded.” Vorik protested, seeming offended.
Elisha felt her heart sink. Her mind and her body were at war with each other. On the one hand, she cared for Vorik, and believed that they did share a strong connection. On the other, they had only met each other a handful of times before they entered into this big commitment together. She wanted a child, both logically and illogically. It was too late to back out now.
“You’re afraid. You feel...regret.”
“Possibly, it's hard to tell right now with you, doing what you’re doing to me.”
“Do you wish me to stop?” Vorik sounded disillusioned, he was of sound mind enough to cease his foreplay.
Elisha looked down at him, and considered this for a moment. She finally concluded, “No,” Her voice got quiet and husky, “I want you to taste me.”
Vorik eyes glazed over with affection and possibly amusement. He headed south to her rapidly wettening cunt and placed himself between her legs.
“It’s possible you will have to...make me aware of your preferences.”
“I will.”
Vorik gently settled himself between her legs. He used his fingers to separate her lips and looked at her anatomy as if he was dissecting it.
“It would be beneficial for you to vocalize your preferences.”
“Oh I will.” Elisha giggled.
Her laughter died down immediately when Vorik lowered his face down to her cunt and began licking at her clit like a dog in a water bowl.
It sent jolts up her spine to feel his clever Vulcan tongue flicking away at her most private parts. Elisha’s clit became swollen as Vorik worked it with his mouth. First he used just the tip of his tongue, unsure how to move and at what pressure.
“Ugh! A little, a little higher! Aaaah!” Elisha pleaded.
He flicked his tongue higher up.
“More, more of your tongue, flatten it.”
He flattened his tongue.
“Faster!”
He moved faster, his jaw starting to ache from the effort. But Vorik didn’t care. He would endure any amount of discomfort as long as it guaranteed her pleasure.
Elisha’s voice raised in pitch and octave. She was on the edge of intense release.
Elisha couldn’t hold on any longer, the dam broke and wave after wave of uniquely singular pleasure rippled through her. She felt the tingling in her fingers and toe and the warmth spread until she couldn’t make a sound.
“Shall I assume that you were satisfied?” Vorik asked, not in any way cocky. This was the first time he’d tasted a woman there, he wanted to make sure it was pleasurable for her.
“Very much so.”
Vorik waited until Elisha had come down from her orgasm before placing his hand over her womb. She noticed, and she didn’t wish to speak. She just wanted to feel right now. She reached out her hand and placed it on top of his. Their eyes met for a moment of understanding.
Elisha nodded.
Vorik slowly removed his hand and sat on his haunches, bringing Elisha with him. He lowered her onto himself with impressive ease. They fell into one another’s arms to what felt like home to the both of them. This was not a rough or ready coupling, but gently, like lovers. They were silent except for their steady breaths.
Eventually, Vorik spent himself inside of her again, and neither was the first to let go.
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A Token
Based off this post by @theshadowrealmitself. The concept itself is theirs and I’m using it with their permission.
My incomplete drafts are rattling the bars of their cage and yelling threats at me every time I come up with a new idea instead of finishing one of them.
Cross-posted to AO3 here.
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Taurik (ST:TNG) x Reader
[A/N: Vulcans cute, blah blah blah. Something coherent is probably supposed to go here idk. I didn’t mention a gender in reference to the reader, just that the reader and Taurik are already in a relationship.]
Warnings: Established relationship fluff, human/Vulcan relationship fluff, drunk Vulcan (briefly).
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The last person I expected to see when my door chime rang was Taurik. I couldn’t remember inviting anyone over, but he was my boyfriend. He was always welcome. The handsome Vulcan Engineer stepped through my door and stood respectfully just inside the entrance to my quarters with his arms seemingly clasped behind his back. An oddly formal stance for when we were alone. Was he hiding something?
“I didn’t know you were coming over tonight, Taur,” I said setting aside the book I’d been reading. Standing and walking over to him, I offered him a Vulcan-style kiss which he didn’t hesitate to accept. With his fingers still touching mine, he stepped a little closer and looked into my eyes.
“Forgive my intrusion on your day off, Ensign, but I have been researching human courting rituals,” he stated quietly. Sweet man. He should have known that he was never an intrusion. “It appears that I have been remiss in my obligations as your suitor.”
“What? No you haven’t,” I protested with a little huff of laughter. Bringing his hand to my lips, I pressed a soft kiss onto his knuckles. His pupils dilated at the contact, and the pitch of his voice lowered somewhat when he spoke again.
“I have been informed that in human courtship it is common for one partner to gift the other with a token of their affection.” Taurik murmured as he pulled his other arm from behind his back to reveal a bouquet.
“Oh, these are...” I trailed off as I noticed that the petals of the roses were covered in something. “Uh, sweetie, these are lovely, and I’m grateful for all the effort you went to, but...I have to ask, what’s covering the blooms?”
“Chocolate. In my research I discovered that both flowers and chocolate are common gifts between romantic partners. I thought that combining the two would prove to make two familiar gestures seem more unique.” His explanation pulled a smile from my lips. He’d tried, and it was the thought that counted.
“Well, this is definitely one of a kind. Although we don’t normally eat roses.”
Taurik tilted his head curiously.
“They are edible, though, are they not?”
“Yes, but most of the time when we use rose petals, it’s as an ingredient in brewing tea.”
Both Taurik’s eyebrows lifted in surprise.
“Roses in tea? That must make quite a fragrant blend. Perhaps we could share a cup tonight?” He suggested as his fingertips skimmed over the apple of my cheek making me blush. “I apologize if I made an inappropriate selection.”
“Oh no, not at all. I really appreciate this, honestly,” I said reaching up and cupping his cheek. He leaned into my touch for a moment and I had a thought. “Hey, Taur? Is your shift over for the day?”
“Indeed, and I have the day off tomorrow.” With a mischievous smile, I grasped his hand in mine and coaxed him over to the couch.
“In that case, I believe we should sample these together. After all, rose petals are edible as you so helpfully pointed out.” Laying the bouquet gently on the coffee table and taking both my partner’s hands in mine, I watched him process what I’d said.
“...You wish to witness my behavior while I am intoxicated?” He raised an eyebrow curiously then nodded his head. “I see no reason not to indulge you. Although, I must apologize in advance for any lapses in judgment.”
Barely an hour later, I was seated on the couch with a drunk, very cuddly Vulcan purring and nuzzling my neck.
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Hi Ava!
I would love love love if you could write a little blurb about Jake 🤠
Maybe something where he's being a little possessive (but in a good way) about his lady and he says "That's my girl" or something along those lines 🥰
Please accept this sexy Glen gift as payment 😂
I hope you're having a lovely day!
EEEEEP! im so stoked for this! i wrote this with my astronaut!reader in mind (fic coming soon 😉) but this can be read as a standalone, general!reader. but listen listen listen
Jake is a possessive guy by nature, but he likes to think he has chilled out more at his age. And instead of getting all territorial every time a guy hits on you when you go out, he has taken to sit back and watch the chaos unravel before him.
Right now, a young Naval officer is talking your ear off at the bar. This is so typical; he can’t go to the bathroom for two minutes without some dumbass trying to win your attention. He wouldn’t blame them, though. Your red lipstick makes him (and all these men) weak in the knees, and that white sundress you’re wearing makes you look angelic—if only they knew you weren’t wearing anything underneath. Your eyes meet as Jake makes his way over, gleaming with mischief, and Jake decides to take the empty seat next to the guy first. Get a load of this, you all but say to him in a single look.
“Yeah, so you know a G-force? Like the accumulation of the force of gravity that we experience in the aircraft is just… insane. We could go anywhere from 5 and 9 G’s— why are you smiling?” The guy smiles at you somewhat nervously.
“No, I just… it’s cute, that’s all.” You sip on your gin and tonic. “I get 12 G’s just going to the station.”
“Pfft! Where do you work, anyway? NASA?”
“As a matter of fact, I do,” you answer lightly, plainly.
His face falls. Jake can’t even see it, but he can see the shoulders drooping and he laughs quietly, tapping this man on the shoulder. His face goes red.
“Commander Seresin! I—”
“Run along, Ensign… Hastings. That’s my girl.” Jake slots his arm around your waist—a territorial lite move.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know…”
“Nice meeting you.” You flash him a smile of formality, effectively ending the conversation with that guy. He awkwardly phase out into the crowd and you’re now left alone together again.
Jake laughs, pulling you in closer by the waist. “You are such a menace, you know that?”
“You love that about me.”
And he does. Gosh, he really does.
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