#Taurik

[vreenak]

STAR TREK: The Next Generation ↳ Lower Decks, 7x15.️ ️

Taurik 🖖🔧 🧠 [2/2]

[illogical-space-monkey]

How many licks does it take to get to the centre of a Vulcan's self-control?

[crowfootwrites]

It was his brother's turn to shine yesterday, so Taurik's up next! Sort of...

Kinktober Masterlist

Taglist: @horta-in-charge

Day 21: Masturbation - Taurik x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only plz; really just what it says on the tin; pining | Words: ~705 | Song: none

It was agonizing. Sitting across the poker table from Taurik had to be the worst way to spend your night - stealing glances at his stupid, ugly face, listening to his obnoxious voice as he told an idiotic story about engineering. 

You hated him. You hated each and every single one of his characteristics.

Mostly, though, you hated that you were in love with him. 

The night dragged on, with you trying desperately to maintain your attention on the game, and failing miserably, losing three hands in a row. Even Taurik noticed, inquiring about your well-being. And what could you say? I can’t concentrate because you’re sitting too close and you smell too good and sometimes at night I wonder what it would be like if you were in my bed with me and and and…

No way.

So you fibbed about being tired and called it an early night.

You didn’t catch the way Taurik’s eyes followed you as you left.

***

It started with Taurik teaching you the ozh'esta, magic crackling in your fingertips. And then the feelings grew, with you teaching Taurik how Humans kiss, his hands cradling your face as his lips brushed tenderly against yours. Then came the hunger, full of heady sighs and insistent touches. In what felt like a blink, you were on your back on your bed with Taurik hovering over you, his hands urgently tugging at your uniform pants and underwear, with his mouth poised at your core, so close you could feel the heat of his breath on your throbbing cunt.

You woke with a start in your dark room, lit only by the distant stars, a gasp pulled from your throat before you even realized you’d made a sound. As your senses returned to you, you let out a pained groan, thanking your lucky stars your roommate worked Delta shift and you had the room to yourself. Your core throbbed uncomfortably as snippets of your dream returned to you and you could feel the slick gathering between your thighs.

You sighed heavily. You should just forget the whole thing and try to go back to sleep, but as you stared up at the ceiling, your mind still brimming with Taurik, you knew it wouldn’t be so easily forgotten. Hesitantly, you dragged your fingers through your slit, circling your clit with slippery fingers, the action sending a wave of heat rolling up your spine. You pinched your eyes shut, imagining Taurik’s hands in place of yours, his stupidly handsome face hovering with an eyebrow raised, daring you to come for him.

Slipping your free hand under your sleep shirt, you pinched at your nipple, feeling it pebble against the fabric. 

You teased yourself as you imagined Taurik would, your fingers exploring your pussy leisurely. It wasn’t long, though, before the tension in your limbs won out and your movements took on a more frenzied pace. You slipped two of your fingers into your slick heat, imagining… wishing they were Taurik’s.

Your back arched against the sheets, your free hand grasping harshly at your thighs as you curled your fingers inside you, as you imagined Taurik pressing himself into you fervently. You wondered what kinds of sounds he would make; if he would kiss your neck and leave marks for you to remember him by; if he was experienced or if you would have the distinct pleasure of showing him just how to make you feel good.

As the heel of your palm pressed firmly against your clit and your fingers massaged your inner walls, you found your hips rolling on their own, working you up toward your peak. 

You couldn’t help the gasped “Taurik!” that slipped through your lips as you wound higher and higher, nor could you stop the drawn out moan that was pulled from your chest as you sent yourself over the edge, your head tipped back on your pillow.  

As your breathing slowed and your heart rate gradually returned to normal, you tried not to overthink the inappropriateness of getting yourself off to the thought of someone who wasn’t interested in you. Letting out a frustrated groan, you pulled your pillow over your head, wishing you had the guts to tell Taurik how you felt.

[rsclolopezi]

When they realize they like a human in a romantic way! Vulcan edition! Fight me on this!!! Lols

@zierzim -like this is straight up their personalities

@ensignsimp -Definitely Soval

@slutty-slutty-vulcans

[ensignsimp]

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.

[stra-tek]

I remember watching Voyager for the first time on it's UK premiere on Sky (with spoilerific 10 second clips from later in the episode played at the start and end of commercials because screw the viewers) and going "oh, it's that guy from the Next Gen academy episode!" and maintaining that belief for many years until I rewatched TNG and the fella's name was Nicholas Locarno and not Tom Paris. The real life reason was not to have to pay the writer of "The First Duty" for every subsequent appearance of the character, and the Voyager series bible even had a slightly different version of "The First Duty" backstory made for Paris even though early drafts literally had him listed as Locarno

I also assumed these were the same guy too, but according to the novels (and one of the Voyager writers) they're actually identical twins Taurik and Vorik.

In one of the most famous examples, T'Pol from Star Trek: Enterprise was originally going to be T'Pau from "Amok Time", but again not wanting to spend royalties every episode had her morph into a new character. And a young T'Pau would eventually appear in season four.

[trekkietales]

Look at these two!!!! I mean how can one man look so different but the same??!! They are so sweet looking!

[harley-rose25]

the sexual preferences of vulcan males

Vorik is 'step on me leather mommy' submissive

Taurik is a bisexual switch leaning towards 'boss me around' submissive

Yuris is 'acts of service' submissive

Solok is a bisexual switch, unclear which side is stronger, also with a fetish for emotional humans.

Soval without his * vulcan logic *, is one bad day away from quiting as a diplomat and just being a complete hoe.

Sarek is a mess

[iamagreenblood]

Vorik&Taurik.2014

[bug-and-such]

Alexander Enberg?! In my 1994 mpreg, pro-choice film starring Arnold Schwarzenegger and Danny Devito?

[vreenak]

[akamitrani]

Taurik and Vorik luau edition, I'm deceased after doing this one. They look so damn cute.

[lilacs-in-space]

Title: Between a Lok and a Hard Place

Rating: E

Summary:

When Sito’s insomnia worsens to the point she risks getting medically discharged from Starfleet Academy, she turns to Taurik for help. However, when Vulcan meditative techniques prove ineffective, he suggests a more radical treatment, as a certain product of Vulcan biology is known to have a... soporific effect. The arrangement seems to benefit everyone until his twin brother shows up and a misunderstanding ensues…

[crowfootwrites]

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. 

---

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. 

 ---

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.

[rsclolopezi]

This would definitely happen! Will you be my boyfriend goes straight to husband…

@ensignsimp @deepspacedukat

[ensignsimp]

Cute Romantic Taurik HCs: 1/?

A/N: There is not enough about these cute Vulcan background characters! I know they're background characters but still! I got super carried away with this.

Prompt: General Cute Romantic HCs

The two of you meet on the shuttle going to the Enterprise.

You looked around trying to find someone to talk to but the only one who wasn't already mid-conversation.

You turned to the Vulcan sitting next to you. Before you could think of something intelligent to say you opened the conversation with,

"I like your ears."

He looked at you slowly, his eyes cold and void of emotion. At the time you wanted to throw yourself out of an airlock.

However, it didn't turn into a complete disaster as you expected.

After that day the two of you became inseparable.

You would follow him around like a lost puppy for the first few weeks.

"I am surprised you have not developed some emotional disdain for me."

Then after Taurik would follow you around practically attached to the hip.

"Your presence is far more agreeable than to others."

The two of you would spend hours together, from work to off hours.

During work, the two of you were always working on your tasks together each helping the other to check things off the to-do list.

Geordi would find the two of you crammed underneath a console or squeezed into a crawlspace.

During your off-hours, the two of you would occasionally have breakfast, lunch, and dinner together.

Sometimes the two of you would play some kind of board or card game in the Ten-Forward with other ensigns.

"Another win for me, Ensign."

It wasn't as if you two didn't have separate lives, it was just more comfortable being around someone you knew.

"I would rather not spend time on such frivolity however, if you are interested I shall attend with you."

At first, you thought that the two of you were just really good friends.

That was until Tauvik asked you if you wanted to meditate with him after work before dinner.

A few of your friends said that it was a Vulcan's way of asking you on a date. You brush it off not really thinking about it.

Soon, the invitations became so frequent that you decided to leave a meditation mat in his quarters. He seemed (in his own strange way) to be excited by that.

He started to call you by different Vulcan names. You thought it was sweet that he was sharing his culture with you.

"Ashaya, K'diwa, Tal-kam." Seems to be his favorite when calling you.

It wasn't long after he asked if it was appropriate to hold your hand while in public.

"Tal-Kam, I know that humans enjoy physical contact with those they see as close to them. May I perform such a display?"

Thinking nothing of it, (because friends on Earth hold hands all the time) you agree.

He was practically holding your hand any chance he could. Green would dust his cheeks slightly as he would intertwine his fingers with yours.

"I never realized how warm human hands are, Tal-kam."