#ashayam

[weedmeupscotty]

Am I a “real fan” now?

[wolf-twenty-one]

i want to kiss your cheek but because we can't i say your name i say your name softly the way that only i say it

[guangchuans]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FELLOW ADAM IN CRIME <33333 I HOPE IT IS A GRAND ONE!

thank you fellow adam!!! it’s a very good one ☺️❤️

[spirk-trek]

thinking about jealous!jim but not the usual kind of jealous, more like:

seeing spock interact with other telepaths

seeing spock interact with other vulcans

seeing him mind meld with literally anyone/anything else

thinking he's embarrassing spock when he shows his emotions

secretly hating the 'you couldn't pronounce his real name' jokes

wondering if he can be enough, if spock is fulfilled by their bond, their melds, even their sex because how could it not be better if he was anything but human? if he was anything but the one thing spock has spent most of the time they've known each other trying not to be?

knowing there are others out there who could know spock in ways he never will

[purple-iris]

Spirk fanfiction has consumed my every thoughts.

[gay-mooshrooms]

well I am very happy to say that my journey through star trek tos has officially come to and end

this is now one of my new favorite pieces of media of all time with one of my favorite ships of all time

thank you so much @neil-perrys-glasses for getting me into it <3333

[theshadowrealmitself]

You know those dreams you have that are fucking heartbreaking for no goddamn reason?

Vulcan partner getting a sense of it through your bond

[kiran-wears-science-blues]

50 Ways To Say Goodbye by Train came on in the car, and Morgan said "this song is Andrew avoiding telling the Scoobies that you guys broke up"

and you know what

yeah, he's right

[marlinspirkhall]

[ID] Star Trek comic. Ensign: You and Spock get along quite well, Captain. Kirk: Ah yes... You could say... There is "a bond" between us. Spock, through the bond: It is unnecessary to make that pun every time, Ashayam. Kirk: Ah, but it amuses me. Spock: ... Logical [End ID]

The textpost I made has been in my "to draw" folder forever, but I'm finally done <3

Font: Comica

[crowfootwrites]

Day 20 is upon us and today it's our boy Vorik's turn to get lucky. 😉

Kinktober Masterlist

Taglist: @horta-in-charge

Day 20: Facesitting - Vorik x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not Safe for Work, please no minors; facesitting; oral sex (f receiving) | Words: ~670 | Song: Beg for It - Iggy Azalea

The image was a fleeting one, flickering across your mind, then gone just as quickly as it had appeared. It wasn’t one of yours, you knew, based on the perspective - you gazed down at Vorik’s fingers tangled with yours on the couch before glancing up at him quizzically. 

A slow green blush crawled across his cheeks. He studied the PADD in his other hand diligently, but now you knew just how much his mind was wandering.

And to where.

You bit your lip before finding your voice. “We could try that,” you murmured.

Vorik looked up at you, surprise written on his normally stoic features. “Are you certain, Ashayam? You would enjoy that?”

You nodded, trying to appear confident despite the racing of your heart. A futile effort, since Vorik could read you like a book. “I think so,” you offered. “And I would definitely be happy to try it if you would enjoy it.”

Vorik shifted his hand that was cradled in yours, forming the ozh’esta with his fingers. Warmth filtered up your arm and you felt yourself relax, feeling safe and loved by your Vulcan partner. At that moment, it didn’t matter that you were lost in the Delta Quadrant and years from home. Home was with Vorik. 

Feeling emboldened, you shifted into his lap, straddling his thighs and clasping your arms behind his neck. Having been a quick study of the Human art of kissing, Vorik captured your lips with his, groaning deep in his throat as you quickly deepened the kiss, your tongue dancing against his. His hands skated desperately up your sides beneath your sleep shirt, his fingers grasping and urgent.

Before you knew it, Vorik had risen from the couch and maneuvered you to your shared bed in the next room, shedding clothes along the way. He settled himself in bed, leaving you kneeling above his torso. You could feel the hunger and impatience in your shared bond as he gazed up at you, his hands resting gently on your thighs. His mussed hair and kiss-swollen lips fanned the flames smoldering in your core. You bit your lip, feeling a trickle of nervousness that you quickly doused, dipping low for one last kiss from your lover before you shuffled your knees forward, your core soon poised above your partner’s face. 

You stifled a nervous giggle as you realized just how rapidly you had gone from this being a scene in Vorik’s mind to actually acting it out. You knew just what this looked like from his angle, having seen it already in your mind, your body undulating with pleasure in his fantasy. 

Vorik’s hands reached to your hips, lowering you slowly, almost reverently, over him. You grasped the headboard to steady yourself as Vorik swiped his tongue greedily through your folds. Your hips jerked in response, earning a low growl from the Vulcan below you. He pulled you down hard against him, plunging his tongue into you, your responding cry of pleasure flying from your mouth. 

Vorik worked at you like a desperate man, alternating between broad licks and sucking teasingly at your clit while his hands roamed freely across the expanse of your body. Your eyes closed in absolute pleasure, your hips finding their own rhythm rocking against him, no longer nervous or shy as you felt Vorik’s satisfaction through your bond. He worked you up towards your climax, pushing you closer towards your peak with every caress. 

Your muscles were taut like springs inside you, ready to snap, as one of Vorik’s hands fondled your breast, drawing a low moan from him below you. You came with unprecedented force, your shout of pleasure likely muffled to Vorik as your legs drew tight around his head reflexively. 

Yes, Ashayam, yes, he chanted through your bond, and you could feel his desire coursing through it. His strong hands held you steady as you came back to reality, your mind sluggish as you contemplated how best to make Vorik feel as good as he’d just made you feel.

[mysticmasterstephenstrange]

Stephen nods at Mr. Fisk’s questions. “Yes, sir, I do. I am aware of the fact, yes. Yes, I will protect her and look after her until there is no breath left in my body.” He states without hesitation. He lifts his and Kaya’s clasped hands to leave a chaste kiss on his beloved’s hand.

He turns when he hears the sharp sounds of glass cracking. He doesn’t even get perturbed by this. He simply uses his free hand to cup Kaya’s cheek gently. “It’s alright, ashayam, we’re just talking.”

Her knock was familiar with its softness and pattern. Kaya always gave the same gentle rasp when she came to her father's door. Consistency was good.

@katherine-fisk

Wilson looked over to the door, managing a smile when he heard the familiar knocking of his daughter. "Come in." He permitted, "It's open."

[veryace-ficrecs]

Spirk Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Entering Orbit by museaway - Rated M

Jim escapes to Iowa to avoid the media frenzy following the Narada incident, but a late-night miscommunication results in Spock turning up on his front porch.

Atlas by distractedKat - Rated T

Between what was and what will be stands James Tiberius Kirk, in all his fractured patchwork glory. Because saving the Federation was only the beginning.

Telsu by s0mmerspr0ssen - Rated M

Throughout his childhood, Spock suffers from 'emotional seizures'. It takes his healers and parents years to understand their cause - a special telsu bond: t'hy'la.

Let Me Help by Maifai - Rated T

The Narada incident has just been dealt with, and Kirk is realizing that he's in worse shape than he would like to admit.

This Place at the Crossroads by alpha_hydra - Rated T

Starfleet intelligence says that Earth is decades away from developing warp-technology. Then again, Starfleet intell didn’t count on one James Tiberius Kirk getting anywhere near the issue.

Sweetheart Come to Me by rabidchild67 - Rated T

Endearments are illogical. Until they aren’t. Spock learns a lesson.

Spaceman by treksfromlastnight - Rated T

Academy AU. Five times Spock realizes he's attracted to a barista at the academy spaceport, and one time he decides to do something about it.

Ashayam by Willowe - Rated G

Spock knows he has no right to refer to Jim as any sort of endearment, even in the privacy of his own thoughts. If he had only listened to this logic he wouldn't find himself in this position, standing on the bridge having just called his captain "ashayam".

Something Smart to Do by kianspo - Rated M

In which Jim finds himself fake-married to his first officer every other month. It's not his fault. Mostly. Dowries and Klingons are involved. Starfleet is decidedly not amused.

Antigravity by sinestrated - Rated T

Five times Spock was surprised by the brilliance of Kirk's mind, and one time he totally saw it coming.

Please don't touch the Vulcans by museaway - Rated M

The "yes" is out of Jim's mouth before he can think about it.

Miscommunication by sinestrated - Rated T

Jim's brain gets scrambled during an away mission gone wrong, with interesting results.

[vultwink]

HAPPY LOVE AND JOYUS DAY TO MY ASHAYAMS - SPOCK

[handwrittenhello]

another sneak peek of some art i did for the @thylabang! for this one i was so lucky to be working with spaceisgay who wrote the HOTTEST fic 🔥🔥🔥 here's an excerpt:

Jim stood up to follow him, shedding the last of his own clothing along the way, and they sank to the floor together, skin against skin, bathed in the fire’s roaring warmth. The sun had set while they weren’t paying attention, and they hadn’t turned on any of the lamps. The hearth was a little oasis of golden light in the midst of a silent indigo sea, violet shadows stretching throughout the cabin around them. “That is what you are to me, ashayam,” Spock murmured, as if reading his thoughts, lying back against the plush fur rug as Jim blanketed him with his warm human body. “More than once, you have been the light in my darkness. I find your fiery Terran nature... quite compelling.”

we post on 6/13/24 so keep an eye out 👀

[spirk-trek]

i did already send in one request, but if you really still want more, how about kirk's first time bottoming? maybe something where at first he's a little unsure because of the vulnerability/loss of control but ultimately feels safe with spock

hello anon... wow, it's been SO long since you sent this. i'm sorry my laptop broke before i got to you, but if you're still around, i hope you enjoy :) i’ve never written this kind of thing before so i'm sorry if the execution is a little clumsy. also, because tumblr, i can only post a few bits here.

read the rest on ao3!!!!!!!!!!!

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Jim let out a delirious huff as his back hit the wall, bells from one of Spock’s several hanging decorations jingling. The sound was dainty. Timid, unlike the hands responsible for slamming him there. Those were fierce. Calculated.

[...]

His hand on the back of Spock’s head softened, petting down his neck before dragging a soothing line between his shoulders. It had been a long two weeks. There were clear signs that Spock had stayed here, in his own quarters rather than the Captain’s cabin they now shared. He could see it all around them. His dataPADD, his stylus resting beside it, the air vents pouring hot, thick air down onto them both. This is where he had been, waiting for him to return. 

“I know, sweetheart,” he murmured, hating the thought of it.

[...]

That short, agitated sound returned from deep within Spock’s chest as if it had sunk lower, nestled beneath layers that Jim would have to dig through to release.

He would. He’d do anything, anything at all to get inside this man, to live beside the unseen parts of him. He would stand guard so Spock didn't have to anymore. As long as it took, until a lifetime of coiled repression could finally be released, if only just with him. He’d be the one to finally let Spock rest.

[...]

Jim found his hand and touched their fingers together in a brief ozh'esta, sending a swell of empathy forward. He recalled the many times his mind had wandered, reaching for Spock while trying to keep a fire alive in that cave far below them.

Did we wait too long? Is that all the time we’ll ever get?

[...]

Spock began to pull his hand away but Jim summoned the energy to stop him, pushing his face back to his palm. Spock drew a sharp breath and Jim felt something grow dim and cold in his head. A flame flickering in the wind. 

“Wh- What are you doing?”

There was no answer.

“Stop it.” He felt something close to alarm begin to flood his mind, filling the empty space Spock had left. “Spock, stop, whatever-”

“I cannot,” Spock finally ground out. “Not without running the risk-”

Jim feverishly placed his hand over the back of Spock’s, trying to position his fingers with his own swollen and clumsy ones. 

“Ashay-"

“You want to meld, don't you?”

A pause, then, “Yes.” The single syllable seemed broken. Conflicted.

“You can. I want you to.”

To Jim’s surprise, he felt a tender brush of lips to the back of his neck.

“My control, ashayam, I… fear I will not be capable of maintaining it.”

He suddenly hated not being able to see Spock’s face. He closed his eyes and concentrated all his thoughts on it’s okay, you don’t have to anymore, turning to kiss the heel of his palm. He could feel fingers begin to crawl into that familiar position, that strange warmth bleeding into him.

“I’m yours,” he sighed. “My body, my mind, Spock, it’s always been yours, it’ll always be…”

He was falling. Something like wind whipped through each and every pore, every thought, every memory he’d ever had, but Spock held him tight and hard. His touch was hot even in their minds, reminding him who he was until the meld stabilized.

Yours.

Jim thought it, but he heard it too. Spock’s voice, somewhere far away and close at the same time.

[...]

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he felt Spock lie along his side, draping his limbs over Jim’s body and tucking himself into his shoulder blade. He smiled.

“No going back now, mister.”

“Back?”

He smiled even further, realizing he couldn’t imagine it, either. He’d already forgotten what he’d been before he’d been this. A shared soul. Without Spock it was like trying to imagine a stranger. Abstract. Impossible. 

He joined their hands and brought Spock’s knuckles to his lips. The last thing he was aware of was the softness of love passing over their bond before dropping off into a heavy and sudden sleep, wrapped in Spock’s arms.

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it's the end! please leave feedback (either here or on ao3) if you're so inclined. i'd really appreciate it!

[lucycola]

I saw that you’ll answer headcanon questions! So, what are your cutest/sweetest TOS Spock headcanons?

I am so late answering this but I’ll list a few ideas that I’ve had.

Spock does not participate in PDA whatsoever. Even when his parents participate in the ozh'esta he inwardly cringes.

However in private moments he will be affectionate with you physically. Gentle brushes of the hand and finger strokes of the like. He will also participate in Terran kissing and prefers to do this along with Vulcan kissing.

In private he will refer to you with Vulcan pet names such as ashayam (darling), t’hy’la (friend, brother, lover), and occasionally, if you’re the Lone Survivor, aushfa (kitty).

In public spaces he will be more cryptic, quoting Shakespeare or Byron when no one is paying him much mind (save the captain and Bones). “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.”

Spock may as well be a prison warden when you become ill. You will be made to take your medicine on time on the hour. If you are too weak he will help you walk and dress “It would not aid in your condition to exhaust yourself physically, therefore it is not logical to let you do things alone”. He will wash and condition your hair and brush it before bed so you don’t get tangles. He will even prepare the traditional plomeek soup from his home planet.

He does not often say the phrase ‘I love you’ directly, but it shows in his behaviors. He is very loyal and protective, though does not outwardly show jealousy. His natural Vulcan snarkiness may show less with you. He will tell you you were the most logical choice for a mate (which is the highest honor a Vulcan can bestow).

That’s all I got for now!