#Star Trek The Next Generation Fanfiction

[willtrikerapologist]

Hey, I just posted the first act of a short story with my own characters and set in the Star Trek: TNG era universe. Im sorry it's in spanish but i didn't feel really confident about writing it in english. Hope you like it if you read it <3

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Star Trek

Sample Size: 81,280 stories

Source: AO3

[fetch-those-damned-bolt-cutters]

You think you can hurt me? I write star trek fanfiction knowing absolutely nothing about the medical and scientific fields

[kitkatt0430]

So Voyager returns to the Alpha Quadrant, huzzah! Party time.

And Starfleet does throw a big party in their honor to welcome back. Very formal, lots of ambassadors, a lot of the Voyager crew is quietly bored with it thirty minutes in. Where's the fun in fancy hors d’oeuvres if you can't play 'guess the mystery ingredients from the most recent trade agreement/away mission?'

Anyway, the crew of the Enterprise is there because they're in their post-Dominion War Flag Waving era. And of course, Picard is expecting a number of things from a typical Starfleet party of very fancy standards. What he was not expecting was Q and Q Jr. to show up in a flash of light or for Jr. to throw his arms around the shoe-in-to-be-Admiral Janeway and exclaim 'Aunt Kathy! You made it home, and early too. That was cheating!"

Janeway sends the teenage looking Q to go hang out with Icheb, the quiet part-borg kid who has been strategically hiding in a corner with access to punch bowl and the nibbles with the most easily identifiable ingredients. Icheb proceeds to perk up and calls Q Jr. Q-Ball. Jr. calls him Itchy. Seven of Nine, who has been quietly shadowing Icheb and scowling in such a way that she has one yard of clearance on all sides at all times, unless a Voyager crew member or her aunt come over to talk to her, turns a very narrow-eyed gaze on Jr that the young Q is clearly unsettled by. (If he gets Icheb hurt again, no power on this plane of existence could save Q Jr. from Seven and he knows it.)

Q and Janeway watch fondly, chatting about the whereabouts of Lady Q and how the Continuum is doing lately and Janeway occasionally shutting down Q's attempts to flirt with her. For whatever reason, Janeway still agrees to dance with Q and laughs when he changes the music with a snap to something they can waltz to.

Picard is trying to figure out if he can sidle out one of the exits before Q notices him. As is basically the rest of the Enterprise lead staff. Finding out that Q made Janeway godmother to his son is quite possibly the most surreal part of the evening for Picard and that includes when Q gets bored with the music a few waltzes later and turns the whole thing into a disco.

Meanwhile Riker learns he was actually brought to Voyager by Q once and then made to forget it and is thus considered an honorary Voyager crew member along with Barclay. Riker decides he's cool with that and helps plan the after party with Tom and Harry. (He also tries to talk Harry into starting a jazz band with him.)

[bevcrushes]

Trek Office: "Space Nookie"

I had to do a *script writing exercise,* so I was like "what if I wrote a Star Trek TNG scene in the style of The Office/Parks and Rec" and it's BAD please help lol it's a lot of fuckery so I put it under the cut...and of course, it's nsfw because the plot is basically:

[god-of-whatever]

Blame the romulans

[soongtypehuman]

Prayer to Data

Heavenly father, golden god among the stars Protector of the fragile, the helpless, and the strange Who lays his powerful hand gently upon the world Turn your luminous eyes upon me And bathe me in your blessed holy light Illuminate my path that I might be guided By sacred positronic wisdom Allow me to see through your eyes That I might find wonder and beauty in all creation

Grant me the strength of the divine machine And if I labor in the storm Hold me in your sacred electric labyrinth Hold me, heart of flesh to heart of silicon Synapse to synthetic nerve That I might find peace with you among the stars Your faithful servant, in body and soul Into the eternal circuit- so be it

You can find the prayer with the original Latin and technical notes on how I wrote this Here.

[prettyboypistol]

Accidental Kisses! || TNG Star Trek x Male!Reader

William Riker

You stumbled down the stairs while he was walking up, Willaim lunged to catch you, which knocked your lips together.

"Oh- are you alright, Lieutenant? You took quite a tumble."

You apologize for stumbling into him and kissing him, to which he smiles and waves it off as an accident. After all, there was no harm in it!

Afterwards, he absentmindedly licks his lips and tastes your chapstick, reminding him of the encounter. His cheeks tinge pink- hopefully his feelings still remain a secret

Worf

As Worf's assistant and Assistant Chief of Security, Worf expected you to be in peak physical condition- this kiss happens while sparring- he tackled you to the ground, and in the struggle, you two share a rough kiss.

Worf pins you down by the neck and arms, which effectively left you prone. He mumbles "That better have been an accident." You nod frantically and he releases you.

Apologized for getting too rough with you- blaming it on reflex more than actual aggression. You apologize for the kiss, which still haunts his sweetest dreams to this day.

Data

You had no idea what the fuck happened. Suddenly, you were saying "hi" to Data in the rec room, then his hands were on your cheeks as he kissed you with a mountain of electricity tingling behind his lips.

"What? the hell?" You manage to sputter out, Data seemed confused.

"Apologies if I startled you. I was giving you an authentic European greeting from Earth. Did you feel appropriately greeted and our relationship assured?"

"Data- I- first of all, not all of Europe kisses to greet, NEXT OF ALL, THEY KISS THE CHEEKS!"

Geordi La Forge

It was a moment of excitement shared between you two- a project you both had spent countless nights on performed without a hitch in front of the investors. After the meeting, you two were so excited and hugging- it just sorta... happened.

"Oh- oh my god- I'm so sorry." Geordi apologized quickly as he recoiled away from the hug. "It was an accident."

"Yeah- we were just excited, totally an accident on both ends." You respond just as quickly as your cheeks burn up.

Q

Alright, this kiss isn't an accident. He's pissing you off by bothing you during your work, begging for you to entertain him. He wants a human experience! He already looks like one in this form! Do something human!

So, you punched him in the gut, then kiss him roughly- tongue invaded his mouth in a way that made his eyes roll back into his skull at the feeling of being properly paid attention to- even more than expected!

Q finally shut up for a good while as he behaved himself- at the promise of more of those. So, he sat down next to your station and waited patiently for you to be done with our work- then he kissed you!

His kiss was- well, it was Q, what did you expect?

[dataentryspecialist]

One of my favorite photos of Brent Spiner. 💕

My reference photo for any time I think of the Soong brothers should they become human by a twist of fate 💜💛

[the-heartstring-chronicles]

Writing PIcard/Crusher is turning out to be a lot of:

She mused that..

*Cue six paragraphs of the deepest emotional observations and feelings filling her mind.*

Only to have her say simply, "I hope you understand Jean Luc"

And then he ponders...

*Cue six paragraphs of the most vulnerable raw emotions and astute emotional awareness filling his mind."

Only for him to just say in return."Yes, Beverly, I do."

And then there are seven hundred more instances of this or an emergency before one can get them to cooperate and to actually say all that they were thinking to each other.

And then one sighs and realizes that that is actually pretty in character.

[yellowcakeuf6]

@maphrysstark re my comment on Ch1 of your fic where I mentioned Data’s "batman" 🦇

[crowfootwrites]

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

For all of my fellow Star Trek fans, here is my first ever attempt at Kinktober! There was no way I would be able to do something for every day of October, but I picked the topics I was most inspired to write about and tried to do all of those. I actually wanted to do more but ran out of time. Y'all it is HARD to write (almost) 30 days worth of smut that's original and interesting and not repetitive. I hope I did the month and these characters justice. 😅

IT GOES WITHOUT SAYING THAT ALL OF THESE PIECES ARE NSFW; MINORS DNI, PLZ. It also feels important to state that all of these pieces, regardless of content, describe consensual encounters.

I'm using this Kinktober prompt list. Some of these are more like drabbles and others are longer. I also inevitably wind up listening to a song on repeat to help me get into the zone, especially when I'm writing smut, so I've included the song I listened to for each piece if you're interested!

Day 2: Against a Wall - Commander Shran x Fem!Reader

Day 3: Orgasm Control - Glinn Daro x Fem!Reader

Day 5: Praise Kink - Trip Tucker x Fem!Reader

Day 6: Thigh-Riding - Vedek Bareil x Fem!Reader

Day 7: Risky Places - Kimara Cretak x Fem!Reader

Day 9: Naked/Clothed - Soval x Fem!Reader

Day 10: Knife Play - Lon Suder x Fem!Reader

Day 13: Oral - Julian Bashir x GN!Reader

Day 17: Biting - Legate Damar x Fem!Reader

Day 20: Facesitting - Vorik x Fem!Reader

Day 21: Masturbation - Taurik x Fem!Reader

Day 22: Breeding Kink - Gul Dukat x Fem!Reader

Day 23: Bondage/Restraints - Gul Macet x Fem!Reader

Day 24: Dom/Sub Dynamics - Reginald Barclay x GN!Reader

Day 25: Impact Play/Spanking - Vreenak x Fem!Reader

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

Day 30: Hair Pulling - Letant x Fem!Reader

Day 31: Aftercare - Phlox x Fem!Reader

[ishomieokay]

✧ ❝Moon River❞ ✧ (Pt. I)

pairing: picard x q.

✰ summary -"You wanted to get away from it all, didn't you?" Q says, but Jean-Luc never imagined this.

✰ tags//warnings - imprisonment, kidnapping, past relationship, obsessive behavior, gaslighting, requited unrequited love, implied sexual content, unhealthy relationships. AO3. Part II.

*･༓˚✧*･༓˚✧*･༓˚✧*･༓˚✧*･༓˚✧*･༓˚✧*･༓

Jean-Luc sat in the center of the impossible room, its walls shimmering like liquid starlight. No matter how often he blinked or adjusted his perspective, the scenery refused to remain constant. Sometimes, it stretched into a grand cathedral of nebulae. Other times, it collapsed into a claustrophobic void. No matter its form, his circumstances were the same. He was utterly alone.

Or, at least, he wanted to be.

“Really, you’ve no one to blame for this but yourself, Jean-Luc.” From behind him, the telltale, mischievous lilt of Q’s voice broke the silence. “You said you wanted to get away from it all, didn’t you?”

Picard didn’t turn. He hadn’t so much as looked at Q since the moment he’d found himself in this infernal place. A thousand retorts came to mind, each as sharp and cutting as the phaser he wished he had. Instead, he reached for the cup of tea that hadn’t existed a moment ago but now sat steaming on the pedestal beside him. It was Earl Grey, of course. Hot, perfectly brewed. He didn’t drink it.

“Ah, the silent treatment,” Q mused, his tone almost sing-song. “I thought we were past such juvenile games, Jean-Luc.”

Still, Picard refused to acknowledge him. He focused instead on the faint hum that seemed to permeate the space, a sound that vibrated deep in his chest. Was it the structure? Or perhaps the very fabric of the dimension? It didn’t matter. It was preferable to engaging with his captor.

A gust of wind—impossible, given the lack of doors or windows—ruffled Picard’s uniform. Q had manifested in front of him now, leaning on an invisible rail as though they were casually lounging at Ten Forward.

“You know,” Q began, adopting the conversational tone of a man discussing the weather, “most people would consider this paradise. No crew demanding your attention. No constant battles to uphold your precious Prime Directive. Some alone time, at last.” He smirked. “Isn’t that what you’ve always secretly wanted?”

Picard’s jaw clenched. The tea was a touch too hot as he finally took a sip, but he welcomed the burn. It gave him something tangible to focus on, something that wasn’t Q.

“I could have made it so much simpler,” Q continued, undeterred. “A tropical island, perhaps. Or an endless library. You mortals adore your quaint escapes. But no, I wanted to give you something... special.” He gestured broadly, as if presenting a grand masterpiece. “A sanctuary where you can finally be free of all those pesky responsibilities. No Starfleet, no Federation.” His eyes glittered. “Just us.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and charged. Picard set his cup down with deliberate care and finally looked up. Not at Q, but at the ever-shifting walls. His voice, when it came, was low and measured, every syllable a weapon.

“This isn’t freedom, Q. This is imprisonment.”

Q’s smile faltered, just for a moment. But then it was back, tighter, more forced. “Oh, don’t be so melodramatic, Jean-Luc. I’ve given you everything you could possibly need. Food, drink, comfort—”

“Everything except my autonomy,” Picard snapped, his voice cutting through the space like a blade. He stood now, his posture rigid, his eyes blazing with the fire of a man who had faced far worse than this and survived. “You’ve taken me from my ship, my crew, my life. Do you think I’d trade all of that for—” he gestured vaguely at the surreal surroundings, “—whatever this is?”

Q’s expression darkened. “I did it for you.”

“No, Q.” Picard’s tone was ice. “You did it for yourself.”

For the first time, silence fell between them, true and unbroken. Q’s usual bravado seemed to falter as he studied Picard’s face, searching for some hint of softening, some opening he could exploit. But there was none. Only steel and resolve.

“I could leave you alone, you know,” Q said after a moment, his voice quieter now. “But we both know you’d hate that even more.”

Picard said nothing. He sat back down, picked up his tea, and turned his gaze away.

Q lingered for a moment longer, as though waiting for a reprieve that would not come. Then, with a dramatic sigh, he vanished, leaving Picard alone once more.

Or so it seemed. Picard knew better. Q was always watching.

And so, he waited. Silent, unyielding. A Captain, even in captivity.

[spookyshoosh]

🌌The Window🌌

Click for higher resolution 🚀 Drabble underneath the cut.

It was beginning to pick up at the bar Lore was sitting at. The night was still relatively young, but that didn’t cool the growing unease marinating in his mind. He was expecting someone, someone who was growing increasingly late each passing minute. Right as he was considering ending this little outing, a large lumbering bartender comes over to give him a glass of champagne.

Raising an eyebrow, he was about to claim that he didn’t order anything before the bartender speaks in a gruff tone, “You look tense. Relax. It’s on the house.” Lore’s eyes follow the bartender as they get called to the other end of the bar to address some other patrons before turning back to his drink.

Taking a sip, he could immediately recognize it as cheap alcoholic swill. No wonder it was given to him for free. With a frown, he rolls his eyes and gets up from the bar glass in hand. A large group of drunken fools move towards the bar, revealing a giant window showing a stunning view of the violet and indigo galactic clouds swirled around in the cold, vast space outside.

Trading places with the group, he strides over to the window and debates if he should bother drinking the rest of the carbonated liquid before leaving. Taking one last look towards the entrance, he finally sees the sight he’d been waiting for all evening.

At the same time, his angel stands just a few feet inside the front door, scanning the dimly lit bar for her synthetic lover. Her face lights up as soon as her eyes land on his pale form. She approaches him, a soft smile on her lips. Lore’s expression matches her own when she draws near, deciding that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to stay out just a little bit longer.

[theguarding-dark]

shoutout to the st:tng fandom on archive of our own, y'all are few but mighty, i have 8 kudos on my fic but FIVE (5) comments, incredible, a+, y'all are so supportive

[tough-girl9]

Been working all morning on Mechanical Rose Part 6, tentatively titled "Prodigy." Here's a quick teaser excerpt:

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You nod. “It seems odd that the illness would only be affecting the Turitok. I’d like to get some samples from the affected animals tomorrow to run through the bio-reader. That might give us at least some clue as to where to start.”

Data nodded. “That is an excellent idea. I will join you.”

You boop him gently on the tip of his nose. “Sounds like you just want an excuse to loiter around your girlfriend.”

Data reaches out a finger and boops you back. “If I have calculated a way to spend the maximum time with my girlfriend while simultaneously providing the most assistance in our mission, I fail to see how that could reflect badly upon me.”

You snuggle up against him, wrapping one arm around the back of his neck and draping the other over his trim waist. You rest your cheek against his bare chest and feel the softness of his presence wash over you. “Well, you are my commanding officer, so who am I to argue.”

He slips his own arms around you, holding you close. “I am glad to hear it will not be necessary for me to submit you to disciplinary action for insubordination upon our return to the Enterprise.”

You smile to yourself. He’s gotten so much better at teasing banter since that day on the holodeck projection of Tavarius II.