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Yay! I haven't forgotten, dearies, here's Chapter 7 of A Good Vulcan Husband 💖💖

A Good Vulcan Husband

Chapter 7: Sacrifice and Evolution

Summary:

A shuttle crash, because it's mandatory for every Star Trek fic. Remember how we aren't sure if Vulcans are compatible with the Mandalorian spiritual link? Fun fact, we find out!

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As a treat, because I've been sitting on it for long enough lol

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M Multi

Fandom: Star Trek

Relationships: Captain Solok (Star Trek)/Reader Vorik (Star Trek)/Reader

Characters: Captain Solok (Star Trek) Vorik (Star Trek)

Additional Tags: Birthday Spanking, Webcam/Video Chat Sex, Rough Body Play, Emotional Manipulation, Vulcan Bond

Birthday Spankings-S7S P.S.1

Summary: Also known as 'Im Gonna Write Ten Post-story Sex Scenes Because Solok and Vorik Make Me Insane; Take One'

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Hehehe

Ask and ye shall recieve! A preview of See A Need pt 2: Play House. Maybe Vorik has a healthy imagination and is well hydrated, why not?

The final product will not be sfw at. all. 🤗

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He'd follow you into the Jefferies tubes under some bullshit pretense, twisting and turning until you're far from where work orders say you should be. Then he lays you on your back in the cramped, almost dark space. It's nearly impossible to move with his body pressed heavy and hot over yours so he always works quickly to prepare you.

Vorik pulls your uniform and undershirt up neatly inside-out to trap your arms above your head and cover your face, preserving the image of your neat makeup and hair. Sometimes he pulls your bra up to push your breasts down to better rub his head between their cleft; this time he pulls it under them, palming them upwards in firm fistfuls that make you whine into the fabric of your jacket.

He pinches a nipple lightly in faux punishment. "Hush." His muffled baritone purrs beside your ear. "We will face consequences if you activate your combadge."

He undoes your uniform pants and peels them carefully down your legs, inside-out around your calves and boots. Bending your knees to your chest and then your feet up towards your head, he's able to fit you bent in the tube with all but your extremities bare before him. You could brace your feet on the ceiling; you had before; but Vorik likes to lean against the backs of your legs or grip them for purchase so the participation rarely lasts long. 

He toys his finger over your sticky panties, around the base of the thick plug pushing inside the crotch.

"Beyond capacity." He teases quietly, pulling your panties over your hips to bunch up around your knees. There's a pause while he undoes his own pants and the rustle barely reaches your covered ears, but the expectant thrill blooms hot down your core.

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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Star Trek, The Mandalorian (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sarek/Reader Characters: Sarek (Star Trek), Original Characters Additional Tags: Oral Sex, Fantasy Sex, Mind Meld, Mild Blood, Pon Farr, Possessive Behavior, Divorce, Vulcan Biology, Vulcan Bond, Fantastic Racism, Fictional Religion & Theology, Alien Sex, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Ambassador Sarek (Star Trek), Menstruation Kink, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Claiming Bites, Dirty Talk, Breeding, Comeplay, Girls’ Night, Underwater Sex, Mildly Dubious Consent, vulcan ear kink, Sarek Has a Crying Kink, Panty Kink Psh it’s only nearly three weeks late! anyway, Chapter 6 of A Good Vulcan Husband, ‘Storms and Serenades,’ posted for your delight. Emotionally charged and smutty as usual! God Sarek is so hot. I’m insane.

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Mmm Chapter 6 of A Good Vulcan Husband is emotional and oral-tastic! I never thought I'd do a Girls' Night themed Sarek scene but damn once I started I just couldn't stop. Hold the cheese, extra affection please 👅

So here's a sneak peek of ch 6 'Storms and Serenades,' full work should be uploaded early next week. E for explicit like every other chapter lol.

Nsfw under the cut!! Jumping right in.

Ch 6 S&S

"Is it not the purpose of girls' night to lower inhibitions and express vulnerable truths, then bond over mutual emotional and physical reassurances?" He asks, licking up the cleft of dampening fabric. He drags his top teeth down gently over where he knows your clit is hidden away and your hips squirm at his attention.

"I suppose so, yes…I am feeling quite emotionally assured now." You whisper breathlessly.

"The sleepover has yet to reach its conclusion. Would you prefer to receive your physical reassurances from my mouth or my fingers?"

You moan his name in response to the blatant question, arching into his nose brushing along your waistband. 

"Mouth." He confirms, lips pressed against your vulva. "You enjoy watching my ears bob between your thighs." 

He mouths your soft flesh over your panties, head nodding the accusation as he laves his tongue repeatedly up your core. Your eyes are locked on the rise and fall of their points and you cannot hide how you pulse in time under his tongue.

Pushing his forehead into your abdomen, he leans you back against the vanity glass to give himself a better angle with the tilt of your hips. You receive a long, wet suck over the fabric around your clit as a reward and Sarek runs his nails up the back of your thighs to hold you still. It's automatic to try and lift your hips into his hands so he might pull off your panties, but he keeps your butt pressed firmly on the vanity.

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Chapter 3: Proposals and Persistence, up for your perusal and pleasure 💖

Rated E for Exhausted, which is how Sarek would keep you.

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Part 2 of A Bad Vulcan Prophet is up and ready...I had to sit down after finishing this. And yes there will a part 3 oh geez

Miiind those tags hope you like mind-meld mind breaks! God mirror Sarek is so hot.

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Chapter 3 going up likely, Thursday or Friday! The theme is PUT HIM ON HIS KNEEEEEES

So here's some naughty little teasers to get your gears grinding 💖

(Mild for work under the cut, the full chapter...hehe. Is not mild.)

"I will be." He tells you. Sarek swings his coat to the side, dropping to one knee on the steps at the edge of the bed.

One hand grips your calf and the other palms your stomach, and he pulls your body to meet him with open legs. The drag bunches his tunic up around your ribs, baring you to him, leaving you delirious under his show of strength. He catches your knee in the crook of his elbow so you rest comfortably before him.

"Lie back. It is not necessary for you to watch." He says, gently pressing down on your chest to encourage you to stay relaxed.

You let him, staring up at the high ceiling with your hands sprawled out over the sheets beside you.

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You move to stand between his legs on the platform. You swat his hand from his knee and untie your robe, letting it fall from your challenging posture looking down at him.

"Then show me you are in control, Ambassador, and I will consider the matter closed." 

He grabs your waist in both hands and switches your positions before you can even blink. He drops you flat on your back over your comforter and rips the panties down your legs, oblivious to the streaks they leave over your joints.

Sarek thuds to his knees before you, and snarls when he wrenches your legs apart under his weight with an ankle in each hand.

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You hear the doors click open and closed, and Sarek's calm face comes into view upside-down over you from the steps. His soft green flush is so very handsome when he eats your naked body with his eyes. It drives you wild.

He takes off his coat, his tunic, and kneels shirtless before the foot of the bed. 

These platform matresses are made for sex, you think, his hips now barely above level with your head. You tense to get up and switch into a more typical position but he rests his fingertips wide on your collarbones, asking you to stay put. 

He starts undoing the clasps of his pants and you close your eyes with an unexpected gasp.

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16k+ plus words of pure, unadulterated Vulcan smut so far in this wip and still no actual sex...I guess that's the way it be when you choose that logical life, eh?

Anyway here's an excerpt from Part 2 of 'A Bad Vulcan Prophet.' TW's for intense mindbreak themes via melds, crying, masturbating, and...I can't believe this is where I've come to but yes, pre-pon farr Vulcan nesting. Rated E for explicit, babes.

Hoping to post on A03 friday as per usual!

'ABVP' Part 2 excerpt

Sarek drops your head onto the bed, breaking the meld with a soft thud. Utterly unable to move it from where it falls you collapse in an overloaded heap under him. He rolls his neck in a slow, satisfied circle, breathing in long and deep as if to savor the rush. If you could hear you might have noticed the soft purr rumble his throat before he opens his eyes to take you in. 

He stares at you for a moment as if he wants to speak, ultimately deciding against it. You see through him, not really looking at him. The numb glaze of your slack expression starts to warm under the tears trickling down your cheeks, but you are absent from their meaning.

He tucks a heavy blanket over you. They're stacked in a neat collection of piles along the foot of the bedroll and he unfolds a few to barricade up gently around your space. It's warm and comfortable against your skin, totally juxtaposed to how raw your brain and heart feel. Sarek ignores your crying. He pulls another blanket over you, adjusting your head on the pillowed bunch of a corner. You ignore him back, unwilling to move. Curving his tall body along the inside of the blanket barricade, he nestles himself against your covered form to trap you under the press of his arm and leg while he breathes steadily.

A long time seems to pass. You're sweaty under the crushing warmth of blankets and his body. Eventually your head starts to tingle through the tears, almost staticky like when you stood upright after holding your ankles for too long. Sleep. You just want sleep and silence.

Sarek gets up from the bed when your tears finally stop. He adjusts the blankets around you, bringing more thick folded ones up nearer your head like potential pillows.

"Do not move from that place." He orders. You don't respond. He knows you won't get up. "We shall continue when I return. Use this time to rest."

You squeeze your eyes shut under the edge of your blanket pile, no thoughts behind their burning swell. You feel him watching you. After a few still minutes you hear him leave the tent. Your head starts to pound, and tears come anew. 

Tucking your head back under the covers, you pass out crying into a pile of folded blankets. 

When you wake up, your headache is gone and your abdomen is on fire. You feel nothing over the rest of your body, only the heat flaring down through your stomach. You plunge your hands between your thighs, moaning at the instant release pressing against your fingers. The backs of your legs are wet, your slick having dripped down the curve of your butt while you slept. 

Rocking gently over your hands, you part the wet lips of your vulva to rock on either side of your clit. You whine quietly in disbelief. It's shameful how wet you are but you can't stop rocking your hips. Your core roils in agony whenever you stop so you keep going, sweaty and panting curled up under the covers.

"I am gratified you find my nest satisfactory." 

You jerk your head up from the blankets, snapping your eyes open to see him standing over you by the side of the...nest. 

You look up over the sea of blankets he's dwarfed you in, and there it is plain as day. The food covering his desk and counter. The beard. Extra wood, and increasing the temperature in the tent. And all the blankets laying about. And the bathtub sitting in the middle of the tent, still full of the morning's water. You look down to your own bed which is no longer really a bed. He's been nesting all around you this whole time, you realize, and like a horny fool you had barely noticed.

"No." You say dumbly.

"Continue." He demands. He leans over to peel the thick layer of blankets down to your feet. Your fingers are still, buried between your wet thighs. Your sweat-dampened skin blooms in goosebumps from the sudden rush of air. "Masturbate in it. I know precisely which lesson you will learn afterwards." His tone freezes the bumps to your toes.

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Hehehe here it is, the Dark!mirror Sarek nobody asked for. It's Explicit and Mean sexy, mind the tags!

Part 2 forthcoming.

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Chapters: ½ Fandom: Star Trek Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Mirror Sarek/Reader Characters: Mirror Sarek, Mirror Universe Characters (Star Trek), Sarek (Star Trek), Mirror Sylvia Tilly Additional Tags: Master/Servant, Hair-pulling, Spanking, Mind Manipulation, Vulcan Mind Melds, Restraints, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Pon Farr, Name-Calling, Dirty Talk, Forced Orgasm, Forced Bonding, Mild Blood, Starvation, Wet Dream, Drunk Vulcans, Vulcan Language, Service Top, Service Kink, Mirror Universe (Star Trek), Verbal Humiliation, Verbal Abuse, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Alien Sex, Xenophilia, Breeding, Gags Summary:

Reader is a Terran spy who’s unit has been captured at Voq’s encampment. Where is she held? The Prophet’s tent. Why? Because she’s secretly half-Betazoid and Master Sarek is one of very few remaining Vulcans, alone on Harlak. You both have missions to complete. You are both running out of time.

Read and MIND the tags because this is not a nice fic! Seriously intense captor/mindbreak themes and a very frustrated Vulcan approaching plak tow make a delisciously Dark!mirror Sarek. So like, if you’re looking for romantic knight in shining armor Sarek you will be disappointed; this is the bring you to your knees, make you beg for mercy Prophet.

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Chapter 4 of "A Good Vulcan Husband" going up on AO3 this friday!

I'm in love, sorry everybody. Enjoy this mild preview from the romantic Ch4, 'Devotion and Demand,' before chapter five puts us all in confessional.

'Devotion and Demand'

"My attention, Ambassador." You tuck yourself close at his right, not near enough to touch but close enough to feel his ambient heat and provide some privacy from the room at your backs. Most importantly you're near enough to gaze lovingly up at him around his arm.

He extends his right hand down to you with two fingers out, meeting your eyes, and your smile finally breaks through. You raise the two fingers of your left hand to gently press the tips together. 

It's simply automatic, this special little touch; the heat of his fingers in yours makes your heart sing. The two of you just pause a moment, settling into the intimacy. 

"You are enjoying yourself." He acknowledges your smile and fresh glass of wine. You love how he watches you like a hawk.

"I'm enjoying the occasion very much, of course. But I must confess I find your company far preferable." You press your fingers just a bit more tightly against his and take a sip of wine. Without any warning he leans down and licks the lingering drops from your lips, stealing them away with a flick of his tongue. Before anyone could even see what happened he's standing straight again, the taste of your wine in his mouth and the scent of your skin in his hand.  

"It must be a special occasion indeed, Ambassador, for you to imbibe so freely." You raise a surprised eyebrow at him. Your words might tease but your fingertips beat your heart's aroused betrayal right into his. All these people milling about the gallery, the striking landscape view from this window, but he lays his unforgiving eyes heavy on you. 

"Must a good Vulcan husband submit a qualifying occasion to sample his wife?"

Your stomach drops and leaves only the thrilling need for him in its place. You'd stood too close to him, all broad shouldered robes and calm dominance, and that's all it ever takes for him to catch you. 

"Never, Sarek." You blush and break his gaze to help settle the flutters of desire he spurs. The two of you take in the view in silence. He strokes a long index finger affectionately up and down the inside of your own.

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If my wife was feraly obsessed with a fictional race/character etc I would simply create shadow accounts to secretly read and support all her work so I could toss little tidbits of quotes and fantasy romance and sly headcanons into our everyday lives to keep her riled up and guessin and I'd look at the paramount history to see what episodes she watches on repeat then when I wanted sex I would put them on so they'd be playing when she got home and I'd call her the silly alien pet names I looked up on google and I'd grab her face like I knew she wanted when I kissed her and I'd deny ALL of my sleuthing with boldfaced lies she saw through immediately

You know, cuz apparently I'm a romulan wife lol

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Sneak peek from my Mirrorverse wip...omg it's getting loooong too, why does this always happen??

Anyway. Reader is a captured Terran Empire spy being held in Voq's camp and Master Sarek gets the awful privilege of dealing with her. TW, is gonna get rough and pretty dang mean before it gets nicer; spitting and hair pulling and angry Vulcans, imprisonment & servant/master dynamics.

Canon?? Never met her lol

Enjoy this snippet of 'A Bad Vulcan Prophet,' because I'm lazy with titles.

'A Bad Vulcan Prophet'

"Why am I here?" You ask weakly, face rolling into his hair.

"You are a prisoner of war." He tells you, tone sweet.

"Just kill me then, if I have no information for you to excise or usefulness for you to enjoy."

He nuzzles under your ear, sniffing deeply along your neck at your hairline. 

"And what will your Emperor do when she finds out you are half Betazoid? Enjoy you? Or simply kill you?"

You jerk your head away from his invasive rubbing and he stares at you, daring you to deny it. No one is supposed to know this. She will kill you, if another officer doesn't beat her to it. There are no alien spies in her empire. You turn away from him. 

"She will." He confirms. He sighs into the juncture of your shoulder, and you whimper before you can stop yourself. He's never touched you this much before and it's overwhelming compounded with your relative loneliness.

"How did you know." 

"Did you not hear Voq? Master Sarek sees aalll." He reminds you almost sarcastically. It's not really an answer but you don't press.

"Are you going to give me back?" You ask quietly.

"No." He answers. "You will be reconditioned, with my assistance."

You grimace at the word; it never means anything good, in the Empire. 

"And then what? I become Voq's token Empath, just like you're his token Prophet? I'll get my own big tent and won't have to lick your boots clean anymore?" Your voice is getting a shrill edge from the fear of his promise. "You must have not told him I'm broken! You must be a fool if you think I believe a word you say!" You panic.

"Such delusions of grandeur...whether or not you believe me is irrelevant. Your inability to access your empathic skills is irrelevant. Your cruel words from earlier, however, highlight my situation most pointedly; your Empire continues to hold my planet tight in its subjugating grip." He lets go of your wrists and you keep them on the bed. He turns your face to his with two fingers on your cheek. You don't meet his eyes. "I have been isolated fighting this war of peace for many years, and I am running out of time. Imagine my...elation when the patrols dragged in a beautiful, fiery secret Betazoid like you. I could smell you the moment you crossed the barrier."

You purse your lips against new tears.

"I don't believe you. You're drunk and only being cruel to torment me."

He slides his knees off yours to rest on the bed, your legs released between them under his hips. Blood rushes into the numb limbs and you groan at the shooting pricks of pain as they wake up. He lays his body over yours, enveloping you, crushing you into the bed beneath his weight. Propping up with his elbows above your shoulders, he gathers all your hair carefully into a high pony in his fist.

"What does that matter? You Terrans have proven yourselves relentlessly selfish and stubborn, tormentors of an entire galaxy. If you are only capable of responding to cruelty and pain, then I can be most capable of providing it." He pulls your hair hard, steady, pain blooming from every follicle as he stretches your head and neck up with the force of his grip. Your body stays trapped under him, unable to slide up and relieve the pressure.

"Ow! Oww!" You cry out, writhing against the brace of his unforgiving weight. "Sarek stop, you're going to tear my hair off!" He doesn't stop. He wraps your pony around his fist and pulls harder. Tears stream down your face, the agony in your temples blinding you to them. You howl your pleas into the tent. "Pleeaase, Master Sarek! Stop, please! I'm sorry, I'm sorryyy!"

"Sorry for what?!" He growls, wrenching your head to the side, barely relieving the tension. "Sorry you only use your manners when I force them from you? Sorry you cannot control your filthy mouth? You will learn!"

You grit your teeth against the pain, seething with rebellion. 

"I'm sorry your ears taste as delicious as cicadas, but don't have half the crunch!" You screech. You spit up into his face as hard as you can manage. 

Sarek smashes his free hand over your mouth, your spit dripping down the side of his nose and goatee. You can just make out his expression through his fingers smothering your face, and a bolt of fear strikes the pit of your stomach.

"You will experience regret." He pants, cheeks shaking with rage.

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Sneak peak from Chapter 5, 'Plak tow'

(I heard we all love dumb haircuts and purring?? I know I do! gotta 😚 smooch)

Lite nsfw

The brazen taunting has you aching for him and you whine when you acquiesce. You kiss his cheeks, and his eyelids, and his silly bangs over his forehead. You kiss his lips deeply to wet your tongue with his spit; then lick from his sternum to his throat in the longest path you can manage, pulling a deep purr up from his chest. Continuing up, you run your tongue along his jaw slowly, and then just inside the curved shell of his beautiful ears one by one. You suckle the tip of the final one and bite down hard.

He's right, your flat teeth do nothing, and he laughs at you again. 

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Here's a teaser from an upcoming chapter 'Storms and Serenades', to the theme of 'all the women who love me die' lol

(Sarek):

"Not so fast, and perhaps only a bit more time outside of what you regularly spend in the surface levels. It is the natural cycle of the planet. Of course we are working to mitigate the more volatile effects of the atmospheric and geological upheaval, I do not expect they should...become an issue soon enough to warrant added concern for your well-being."

"Because I'll be dead already." You quietly say what he hasn't. Sarek looks down to you at the water's edge and takes off his clothes, sitting naked next to you on the moss. It's still surprising when he just undresses around you, but you suppose it's probably quite comfortable for him down here, too. His skin shadows deep copper in the subterranean lighting, the green hue barely visible through the thinness of his ears and joints. It's too easy to get caught up in how beautiful he is in these settings.

"Yes." He says softly. Tears prick your eyes and you look into the ripples of pretty water around your calves, flaky rusty bits sticking to your skin. You hate thinking of this. You don't want to grow old and die without him, to leave him alone and in pain. This love you have for him bubbles like endless champagne in every part of you, and you refuse to imagine how still and empty it would leave you if he were gone. You know he will feel it so much more acutely.

"I don't want to die." You whisper.