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The Lifeline - Part Three: To Have An Open Flame

Vreenak decided it was his turn. He's the kind of chaotic stability I needed right now, tbh. Anyway, still winging it. Enjoy!

Part One here. Part Two here.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Vreenak (DS9) x Reader

[A/N: There will be suggestiveness in future chapters so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: References to Romulan politics, espionage, stalking, references to an interspecies relationship, pre-Romulan/Human relationship, interspecies romance, threats, angst, time travel bs, references to marriage/a mating bond, skeptical Vreenak, Romulan undercover as a Vulcan, mentions of a previous Vulcan/Human failed relationship, he's falling and he doesn't even know it, Romulan reading a Human romance novel.

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I really have no reason to be nervous, I thought to myself as I got my lunch from the replicator. He's probably just uncomfortable with his new surroundings, and being Vulcan, it's difficult for him to express his discomfort.

Turning with my lunch tray, I caught sight of my current objective: Velek sat alone at a table in the mess hall, eating his lunch and reading a PADD. Thinking of those icy blue eyes again made my heart thud in my chest. Really, he was gorgeous, but he was also grumpy enough to make him a bit scary. Well, maybe he himself didn't scare me, but the thought of being on the receiving end of his anger, suppressed or not, definitely did.

Come on. Realistically, what's he going to do? Scowl you to death?

With a deep breath, I made my way over to him, putting on what I hoped was a friendly smile and not a terrified grimace. As I approached, his eyes flicked up and practically froze me in place.

"Yes, Lieutenant?" He asked in an almost deadly-quiet tone.

...I hated that he still sounded so sexy. Really, it wasn't fair. I was actively trying not to fall for any more Vulcans, and he was not making it easy.

"Hi! Er, uh, good afternoon, Lieutenant," I said trying to sound less terrified and more confident. "Is this seat free?"

He glanced at the seat across from him and back at me, seemingly considering his options. The Mess Hall was almost full, so seating was limited anyway. It wasn't like this an unreasonable request, but I guessed he was still trying to find a polite way to refuse. Just as I opened my mouth to apologize and go try to find another seat, he sighed.

"Yes, it is currently unoccupied," he said setting his PADD aside.

"May I...?" I gestured to the seat, trying to give him an opportunity to refuse, if he really didn't want me there.

"...You may." Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, I thanked him quietly and sat down, trying to be mindful of his space so that I wouldn't make him more uncomfortable than he already appeared to be. "I trust you're ready for the anomaly scan analysis?"

"Oh, yes. I'm looking forward to seeing how this pulsar cluster differs from a couple of the others I've read about," I answered, and at that he lifted a sharp eyebrow.

"You've worked with these sorts of phenomena before?" He sounded genuinely interested, which I took as a tentatively positive sign.

"Well, as they're rare, I haven't had the opportunity before, but phenomena like these have been of particular interest to me since the Academy, so I've read pretty much all there is to know about them," I explained. "I've studied all the procedures, and I know that actually doing something in the field is much different than just studying the theories involved, but I'm confident in my abilities, so..."

I trailed off with a shrug.

"What about you? Have you ever studied a pulsar cluster up close before?"

"Twice, yes, but not in many years. I was barely thirty when I saw my first, then fifty when I saw my second," he said, and I felt my eyes widen. I knew he was older than he looked by Human standards, because of his Vulcan heritage, but it still took me by surprise that he was over fifty. It really shouldn't have stunned me, hell, even Torek was over seventy. Did...Did that mean he was closer to maybe...ninety?

Mental math aside, I nodded my head, trying to focus on the science aspect of the conversation rather than Velek.

"Oh really? That must've been so fascinating." I leaned a little closer in my seat. "Were they about this size, or...?"

"Both were smaller, actually," he said; some of the barrier in his gaze came down as he spoke. "Neither of the events I observed were quite this strong, either. I must admit, if I was not–"

He cut himself off abruptly as if he'd caught himself from saying something he shouldn't.

"I...am intrigued to see what differences this cluster will yield," he finished quietly, and if I was not very much mistaken, the tips of his ears had turned a darker shade of green than they were before. He crammed a bite of food into his mouth, staunchly not meeting my gaze, and I did the same, not wanting him to feel as though he was obligated to speak if he didn't wish to.

After a few moments of quiet, furtive looks between us, Velek and I accidentally met each other's gazes and froze.

"We're lucky to have you here, you know," I said, trying to set him at ease. "We've been a bit short-staffed lately, so your arrival couldn't have been better-timed."

"...Your gratitude is...appreciated, but misplaced," he began, some of the coldness seeping back into his tone. "I am here for the work. Nothing more."

With that sentiment out in the open, I realized I'd likely overstayed my welcome. Feeling awkward and out of place, I got to my feet.

Maybe his surroundings weren't making him uncomfortable. Maybe it was me.

"My apologies. I'll just...get out of your hair. Have a good rest of your shift," I said giving him a sheepish, apologetic smile and walking away before he could say anything. Shoving my mostly-full tray into the replicator to be recycled, I made my way back to my station. My appetite was gone.

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Vreenak watched her walk out of the Mess Hall with a sinking feeling. Why did he care whether he'd hurt a little hevam's feelings? She was nothing to him. He was here specifically to avoid acquiring a Human wife. What did it matter if her poor, weak little emotions were injured?

He huffed quietly to himself and picked up the report he was supposed to be reading. Instead, though, his mind was focused solely on the expression that had crossed her face just before she rushed out: a mixture of pain, embarrassment, and regret. Had he truly been so intimidating? A sigh escaped his lips. Of course he had! He was the Vice-Chairman of the Tal Shiar, for Elements' sake, of course his looks were as cutting as his tongue was in Senate sessions.

Putting his own half-empty tray into the replicator, he made his way back to his station, trying to force his mind back into neutral territory to maintain his cover. That same look kept returning to his mind's eye even as he worked.

Later that night, they read through the next chapter of her book. Really, she'd chosen such a trite little story. Were these two actually meant to be together? He hated her, yet she was still mooning after him like a pathetic baby set'leth crying for its mother. It was hard for him to imagine the story ending well, but her Trill friend mentioned that it had a happy ending the last time she visited the Lieutenant's quarters. Why would anyone endure something so painful? Was love really worth that much?

Vreenak read a bit slower that night, finding himself repeatedly distracted by the way she looked. The shape of her nose, the curve of her cheeks...her rounded, extremely Human ears...

Eventually, she went to bed, and Vreenak did as well, but disturbingly, he found himself thinking about the message. 'Vree, honey,' she'd called him. She'd shortened his name, and he had the rather unsettling thought that in her voice, he actually liked how it sounded.

When he drifted to sleep that night, there was a small smile upon his lips at the ridiculous yet heady thought of her saying the entirety of his real name. Not that he would admit to such a thing, of course. Exhausted minds were prone to playing tricks on their owners.

Days passed, during which they kept to their little routine. They'd complete their shifts with minimal interaction, go back to their respective quarters, and Vreenak would read along with her in that insipid romance novel. The male love interest was, for lack of a better term, a complete veruul. If he simply admitted how he was feeling, there would be significantly fewer problems, and they could have ended this terrible book several chapters earlier.

Vreenak was grateful beyond words that he was not that dense. If he cared for a woman, he'd be brave enough to confront those feelings and do something about it. What a coward, that character was to hide behind his fear of losing her as if it was some sort of cloaking device! He was glad they were nearly three quarters of the way through.

He put the book away when she did, and assuming that she was off to bed, he went to change out of his uniform. He'd stripped down, and thrown on a dark green pair of sleep pants and a matching robe, but as soon as he went to begin his evening routine, the door chime sounded. Who would call on him this late at night?

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When the doors to Velek's quarters slid open, I blinked in surprise. He was already out of uniform, wearing instead a dark green silk robe.

"Do you require something, Lieutenant?" At Velek's harsh, impatient tone, I used all of my restraint to keep from staring at the exposed stripe of his chest peeking out from behind the soft fabric. I must've looked like a startled deer!

"I apologize for disturbing you. The Captain just wanted me to check in and see how you were adjusting to your new post," I answered, which was partially the truth. Velek had been withdrawn - more than other Vulcan crew members I'd encountered, in any case. Despite extraneous socializing being considered largely unnecessary and illogical, most Vulcans engaged in at least a little bit of it. Velek, though, did not, which suggested continued discomfort on his part. "May I come in?"

After a long, hard stare, Velek stepped aside, and I took the opportunity to slip past him into his living space...

His...still-utterly-bare living space. Other than a few data PADDs and an empty glass on a table near the viewport, his quarters seemed virtually untouched. Had he not unpacked in the nearly two weeks that he'd been here?

"I apologize for my appearance. I was attempting to meditate and did not anticipate having a guest," Velek called, but he didn't make any move to draw the sides of his robe tighter around himself. At least he was comfortable enough to take that small liberty. Given the view, I certainly wasn't complaining.

"Where are your candles?" The question flew from my lips before I could stop it, and he paused.

"I neglected to acquire more before my last transfer, and as they cannot be replicated properly, I do not have access to them." Maybe that was why he was so short-tempered! He couldn't meditate properly! I knew how important the candles were to the process, and I knew the replicated ones gave off an unpleasant aroma - something about the synthetic oils didn't settle correctly into the wax mixture.

"Oh, I see. I, um...Is there anything I can do to make adjusting to this post any easier?" I asked as I turned to face him, only to see his eyes skimming slowly up my body as if he'd been observing me. No. That was too much to hope for.

"Nothing comes to mind at present," he said, and I nodded my head.

"Has everyone been treating you alright since you got here? Are they making you feel welcome?"

He walked over to his sofa and took a seat, crossing one leg over the other.

"As the rest of the crew have respected my desire not to socialize, I have no reason to complain." The ice had reentered his voice.

Oh. Right. He didn't like me. The glimpse of his bare chest had all but obliterated my rational thoughts.

"Oh, good. Well, uh, I apologize for interrupting your evening. I'll just go report to the Captain and leave you in peace." I practically bolted from his quarters before I could do something really stupid like asking if he wanted a completely logical cuddle.

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How odd that she would run out like that right when he was going to break down and offer her a seat and a drink. Granted, he wasn't wearing his uniform, but he didn't look that bad...did he?

He glanced down at himself and felt an uncomfortable wrinkle of insecurity. A bit of his chest was showing, but he knew he looked better in this than he did in a Starfleet uniform. There was no question that this was more sensual, and she'd already admitted to her friend that she found him attractive, so...what was there for her to dislike?

Unsettled, he made his way to bed, but he couldn't coax his mind into a state peaceful enough for sleep. When Vreenak left his quarters for duty as a slightly more tired version of Lieutenant Velek the next morning, he spotted a box beside his door with his alias on the digital tag. Bending to inspect it, his brows lifted at the note it contained.

'I hope these help you feel more at home. Welcome aboard!'

Attached was a file giving written consent for an open flame in his quarters from the Captain. An open flame? Opening the box, he discovered a bundle of traditional Vulcan meditation candles.

There was only one person from whom these could have reasonably come. Glancing at the door to the quarters beside his, Vreenak couldn't help but feel a hint of surprise. Why would she be kind to him when he hadn't been that way to her? He'd attempted to shut down every friendly overture she'd made toward him, but he clearly hadn't succeeded.

And, did this mean she hadn't disliked what she'd seen of him the night before?

...More importantly, why should Vreenak care what she thought?

Quickly moving the box inside, he took a deep, steadying breath and headed to his station in the forward science lab. Sure enough, she'd beaten him there as always.

He wondered, as he often had these first two weeks, whether she'd slept better than he had. The skin beneath her eyes was darker than the rest, and Vreenak was stunned to feel concern bloom in his chest. Her self-deprecating jokes about insomnia had at least some basis in truth, then.

Again, why should he care? She was just a Federation officer! She was a mystery to be solved, a whisper from a potential version of the future, nothing more. He had a mission to accomplish. There was no time for him to become sidetracked by trivialities like some hev– some Human's health. He realized he'd been watching her for several seconds, but before he could turn away, she caught him staring.

Maybe that Trill was right. Vreenak must be getting older if he was slipping so severely.

"Good morning, Lieutenant," she called with a tentative smile stretching her lips. Forcing himself to move, he stepped over to the adjoining station and started his work for the day.

"The candles you left me..." he began, but as soon as he spoke, she looked over at him and his mind went blank. What...had he been saying?

"They...They are the traditional type. A-And, they're not replicated, I promise," she murmured when he didn't continue. "I apologize if I overstepped, but I just thought...I mean, when I was at the Academy, two of the three cadets I shared quarters with were Vulcans, and I always kept a few extras in case they needed them. It's sort of become a habit, and when you said you didn't have any..."

She trailed off, and Vreenak had to exert more force than he expected to keep himself from smiling at her. Vulcans didn't smile. Why did he suddenly resent that?

"It was not necessary, but...I appreciate them. You have my gratitude." He might not really be Vulcan, but the thought and intention behind the gesture touched him. He'd done nothing but be brusque and prickly with her, but she'd still managed to find enough kindness in her heart to offer him yet another olive branch. She was as stubborn as he was.

They worked on their respective tasks, side-by-side in silence for a moment before she spoke.

"So...does that mean we can be friends now?" The mischief in her voice made him glance at her out of the corner of his eyes.

"Do not push your luck," he muttered, and though his voice was as intimidating as it had always been with her, she simply smirked and turned back to her terminal.

And he was proud of her reaction.

The realization made him pause. Proud? What reason had he to be proud of a Human? He should hate her! She was the reason he'd been inconvenienced with this mission in the first place. Her call from the lonely darkness of the Delta Quadrant was what had summoned him from his cushy position in the Senate.

He should be home on Romulus, not wasting his time on a Federation science vessel. Abruptly, he stood and made his way to a different station, acting as though he required access to another set of data simply so he could put some distance between them.

This Lieutenant would not be his wife - she was nothing to him - therefore, there was no reason for him to become attached. Simple.

...So, why did he feel the loss of her proximity so keenly when he reached the other side of the lab?

Vreenak had become too involved in his role as Velek. To a Vulcan like his cover, she would be a perfect candidate for a mate. Studious, dedicated, accommodating, warm...the likelihood of her rejecting his attentions would be low...

Instinctively to a Vulcan, she would be perfect. For a Romulan, however, she was barely adequate. She needed more...more...something. Cunning, perhaps? Her naïveté was clearly uninspiring.

Yes, that was it. Vreenak was simply delving too deeply into his cover. All he needed to do was remind himself of why he was here: to investigate a Federation officer who would, at some point in the future, come to know three influential Romulans by name when she shouldn't. Threat assessment and, if necessary, removal.

Throughout his shift that day, his thoughts kept straying to the candles in his quarters. He told himself it was just one more piece to the puzzle.

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Romulan Words:

hevam - derogatory term for human

veruul - fool

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How are you feeling? 🙂 I know back around Halloween you said you had surgery?

I did!! Thank you for checking in 💕 I've been healing up just great! 😊

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This is a reminder to:

Never mention a possible pregnancy/abortion to anyone, especially not through a social media app messaging service such as messenger, WhatsApp, Instagram DMs, Snapchat, etc.

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Look into sterilization options if that is the route you want to go down (here is a list of 1000 doctors willing to sterilize you without a fight)

Protect your fellow person, protect the women in your life, the queer people, the disabled people, everyone will be affected by this

Form communities. Tell your people that you love them. Protect one another. Check in on one another. None of us are alone.

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you would fuck that old man. i would fuck that old man. we are the same. hold my hand

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Koss

Next edit will probably be Yuris

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Rigel and The Witch

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From flesh removed our chalk footfall

Tempers this holy ground

Where timeless spirits meet

'Round the heart of Pottsfield town

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🍂 Led through the mist, by the milk light of moon... 🌙

My cross-stitched Halloween pillow is finished!!

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@weyounpussyindulgence yay!!! I'm so glad to find a fellow Phlox lover!! Thank you for reading! 💕

Last, but certainly not least!

I'm sorry, but this is SOOOO self-indulgent. I LOVE Phlox, no one ever writes for Phlox, but I would one hundo p let that handsome, brilliant, kind Denobulan doctor do whatever he wanted with me. And I HC that he is an aftercare KING.

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Day 31: Aftercare - Phlox x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW MDNI; mentions/memories of sex; otherwise, this is just super fluffy | Words: ~415 | Song: Lydias - Kraja

Your breath came shallowly, sweat beading on your skin, until you felt Phlox’s warm hand resting gently over your heart, a quiet reminder to relax. 

“Deep breaths, lovely,” he murmured from beside you. You opened your eyes to find him stretched out against your side, propped on one elbow, looking rather smug. You trailed your fingers feebly along the line of hair spanning the length of his torso, feeling thoroughly wrung out. 

You filled your lungs with cool air and exhaled slowly as Phlox’s fingers twined with yours on his chest. “You did wonderfully for me,” he sighed, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, immediately recalling to your mind the feeling of his limbs tangled with yours, his cock sliding against your dripping slit, the heat emanating from your skin as he fucked you into the mattress. 

Your relationship with the handsome Denobulan doctor had been a slow build, and you weren’t surprised that he’d managed to strike the perfect balance of passion and sweetness in your interactions - Phlox was one of the most thoughtful people you’d ever met. And that extended to his desire to take care of you when you were intimate.

He squeezed your fingers lightly. “I’ll be right back,” he murmured as he shifted out of your grasp and off the bed. You closed your eyes again, focusing on returning your breath to normal and relaxing your tense muscles. He returned a few minutes later, now clad in a pair of sleep shorts, bearing a glass of water, a damp washcloth, and a piece of your favorite chocolate. 

Phlox helped you into a sitting position, propping you up against his chest and holding the glass of water to your lips as you took small sips. He buried his nose in your hair as you finished drinking, praising you in soft whispers. As he returned the now-empty glass to your bedside table, he picked up the cool washcloth and began wiping the sweat from your skin and gently cleaning between your legs. 

“You are precious to me,” he mused, his movements honey-slow and careful, as though you really were a precious artifact. When he’d finished cleaning you up, he propped himself against your headboard and curled you into his chest, caressing your shoulders and sides. You splayed a heavy hand against his chest, your face tucked against his neck. Your eyelids were heavy, and you knew sleep would come for you soon. 

“Love you,” you whispered, before it could claim you, so he’d know.

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Last, but certainly not least!

I'm sorry, but this is SOOOO self-indulgent. I LOVE Phlox, no one ever writes for Phlox, but I would one hundo p let that handsome, brilliant, kind Denobulan doctor do whatever he wanted with me. And I HC that he is an aftercare KING.

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Day 31: Aftercare - Phlox x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW MDNI; mentions/memories of sex; otherwise, this is just super fluffy | Words: ~415 | Song: Lydias - Kraja

Your breath came shallowly, sweat beading on your skin, until you felt Phlox’s warm hand resting gently over your heart, a quiet reminder to relax. 

“Deep breaths, lovely,” he murmured from beside you. You opened your eyes to find him stretched out against your side, propped on one elbow, looking rather smug. You trailed your fingers feebly along the line of hair spanning the length of his torso, feeling thoroughly wrung out. 

You filled your lungs with cool air and exhaled slowly as Phlox’s fingers twined with yours on his chest. “You did wonderfully for me,” he sighed, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, immediately recalling to your mind the feeling of his limbs tangled with yours, his cock sliding against your dripping slit, the heat emanating from your skin as he fucked you into the mattress. 

Your relationship with the handsome Denobulan doctor had been a slow build, and you weren’t surprised that he’d managed to strike the perfect balance of passion and sweetness in your interactions - Phlox was one of the most thoughtful people you’d ever met. And that extended to his desire to take care of you when you were intimate.

He squeezed your fingers lightly. “I’ll be right back,” he murmured as he shifted out of your grasp and off the bed. You closed your eyes again, focusing on returning your breath to normal and relaxing your tense muscles. He returned a few minutes later, now clad in a pair of sleep shorts, bearing a glass of water, a damp washcloth, and a piece of your favorite chocolate. 

Phlox helped you into a sitting position, propping you up against his chest and holding the glass of water to your lips as you took small sips. He buried his nose in your hair as you finished drinking, praising you in soft whispers. As he returned the now-empty glass to your bedside table, he picked up the cool washcloth and began wiping the sweat from your skin and gently cleaning between your legs. 

“You are precious to me,” he mused, his movements honey-slow and careful, as though you really were a precious artifact. When he’d finished cleaning you up, he propped himself against your headboard and curled you into his chest, caressing your shoulders and sides. You splayed a heavy hand against his chest, your face tucked against his neck. Your eyelids were heavy, and you knew sleep would come for you soon. 

“Love you,” you whispered, before it could claim you, so he’d know.

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I know some Tumblrinas who've been waiting for Letant's day. 😉 Hopefully I've done him justice, y'all!

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Day 30: Hair Pulling - Letant x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT AHEAD MINORS AVERT THINE EYES; hair pulling; unprotected P in V sex with a Romulan; sort of dommy Letant | Words: ~680 | Song: Little Mercy - Doomtree

Your knees pressed harder into the plush carpet beneath you as you leaned forward, your tongue gliding across your lower lip eagerly before the deep, emerald tip of Letant’s lok. Hunger flashed in the Senator’s eyes, his peaked Romulan brows furrowed resolutely. A verdant blush colored his cheekbones. One of his hands cupped your jaw, guiding you closer, pressing his tip against your plush lips, encouraging you to open for him. You did so gladly, his heavy length slipping into the heat of your mouth with a familiar ease. His low groan sounded like music in your ears and you pulled him deeper, stabilizing yourself with your hands planted on his bare thighs, his skin warm beneath your palms. 

You built a steady rhythm; over a year into your relationship with Letant, you’d developed a healthy sense of what Letant liked and disliked, what could make his knees buckle, what would have him fucking you harder… 

Flattening your tongue to the underside of his lok as you bobbed your head, you took him as deep into your throat as you could manage. A sharp hiss sounded from above you, your lover’s hips stuttering slightly as his hand slipped into your hair, his fingers grasping hard and twisting, reminding you who was in charge. Pleasure rolled down your spine and a curl of heat pooled in your belly at the sensation of Letant’s dexterous fingers pressed against your scalp. You squeezed your thighs together, desperate for some friction at your core.     

Letant maneuvered you, nudging you forward until your nose grazed the thatch of dark hair at the base of his lok. 

“Oh, yes, e’lev,” he groaned, his head tipping back slightly.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and your fingers curled against his thighs as you fought to relax your throat. You gasped as Letant suddenly pulled you off him, gulping as a tear rolled down your cheek. With his free hand, Letant wiped it away, a moment of tenderness before he tugged on your hair, guiding you to stand. In one swift movement, he bent you over the edge of the bed, his fingers finally loosening their grip. His skilful hands played over the expanse of your back with teasing touches and playful grabs of your ass; lulling you into a sense of calm. 

Finally, he soothed the aching in your core, sheathing himself in one swift movement as your paired moans echoed between you. He stilled for a moment and you savored it, the feeling of your Romulan lover joined to you. 

He started slowly, building a rhythm, murmuring praise and proclamations of desire as his hands paraded along the curves of your spine and hips. 

On a final pass of his palms up your spine, he grasped at your hair, his knuckles pressed against the crown of your head, and you clenched around his length at the tightness on your scalp. His tempo increased, pulling your head back as he buried himself in you over and over again. Your back arched into the feeling and suddenly Letant was hitting the perfect spot within you, your limbs quivering in pleasure as wanton moans spilled from your taut throat.   

Letant pulled you along with him, closer and closer to the edge. You took refuge in his control over your body, letting your brain empty itself of everything but the quest toward your climax.

Your body shook, both with pleasure and the momentum of Letant’s thrusts as he slammed into you. With a final tug on your hair, he pulled you up into his arms, his free hand dancing around your clit desperately.

“Come for me, e’lev,” he ordered, his breath hot against the shell of your ear, and you shuddered in his arms as miniature suns flared behind your eyelids, crying out his name as you came. Letant followed closely, his final thrusts punctuated with desperate gasps. As you both panted in each other’s arms, catching your breath with your limbs still shaking, his fingers loosened on your hair and began massaging your scalp, a quiet thank you.

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thinking about the fact that mulder and scully allowed themselves to be so openly and freely affectionate with each other only when they thought scully was dying. especially in redux ii, all of their scenes just hit so much harder. and it’s like they can’t tear their eyes away from each other, bcs it may be the last time they see one another

the way scully can’t let go of his hand

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This breaks my heart to hear. I can't overstate what a powerhouse this beautiful lady was. She wasn't afraid to go toe to toe with executives, spoke her mind, and wrote so many amazing episodes such as "The Drumhead", "The Wounded", "Time's Arrow", and many more.

She gave us so much and understood the nuances of what made Star Trek, Star Trek. She was a keystone of the franchise and her influence is seen in so many aspects of the 90's era shows. She will be missed, but her legacy still brings us so much joy and I hope she knew that.

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This piece for Solok and the upcoming one for Letant were two of the pieces I wrote last and I felt kind of rushed, so I'm feeling a little meh about them, which is a bummer because I was so excited to write something for those fabulous vulcanoids. Either way, I hope y'all enjoy!

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Day 27: Choking/Breathplay - Solok x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, minors do not interact!; what it says on the tin: choking/breathplay, all consensual | Words: ~545 | Song: Amefuri - Masatoshi Yanagi, Eve, Hakushu Kitahara, Shinpei Nakayama

There had once been a trust issue in your relationship; you remembered this fact somewhat amusedly as Solok’s hand rested lightly around your neck, tucked beneath your chin, not squeezing yet. Your early relationship had been plagued by your insecurities and Solok’s own Vulcan rigidity - each of you had found it difficult to fully trust that the other meant what they said and did, frequently doubting each others’ motives. To others, it seemed an especially inconceivable pairing. But there was something there, something drawing you to each other, that you’d both been determined to chase. 

A particularly deep thrust of Solok’s hips drew you out of your thoughts. You planted your palms on the hard planes of his chest, fingers spread and grasping as your head tipped back in pleasure. 

The trust had come with time, and now there was no one you believed in more in the entire universe. You knew that Solok would never harm you, and one of the ways you practiced your trust in one another happened in the bedroom. 

Solok moaned beneath you, his hooded eyes half-closed in pleasure, his free hand rocking you on his lap, helping you find your rhythm. Your back arched as he began to apply pressure to the sides of your neck, your cunt tightening around his length in tandem with the gripping of his fingers. 

There was an almost reverent quiet in the dark room around you, lit by nothing more than a few candles and the distant stars beyond the viewport. In this moment, nothing else mattered - only you and your Adun.

Your chest heaved with the weight of it all - your love for your husband, the beauty of the moment, the overwhelming, pulsing desire to achieve ecstasy with him here and now. Your head swam.

Solok sat up suddenly, urgency and desire overwhelming your mental bond as his forehead pressed to yours and his hand tightened further around your neck. He wrapped his free arm around you, pulling you closer, as though he could bring you into himself. A deep green flush dusted his high cheekbones and the tips of his ears, need apparent in his blue eyes. Sweat beaded between your bodies, your skin slick as you wrapped your arms around Solok’s neck, the change in position pulling a meager whimper from you. 

You rocked desperately in his lap, the need to come growing desperate between your trembling thighs as Solok’s lok split you open. Your heart raced in your chest, the room swaying before your eyes as Solok controlled your breath, burying himself deep inside you with every stroke. 

“Come for me, Adun’a,” Solok groaned, his lips scattering kisses along your neck and shoulder, his fingers beginning to loosen slightly as he monitored the flow of your thoughts and emotions through your mental bond. Stars exploded behind your eyes as you reached the edge, pulling Solok right along with you. His hand released its hold on your throat immediately, coming to rest tenderly over your heart as you sucked in a few deep breaths, euphoria flooding your body. He tangled the fingers of his free hand in your hair, keeping you close enough to share breath as you recovered, always checking in and taking care of you. Continually earning your trust.