#spirk fluff

[eldar-of-zemlya]

I wrote a fic!

What? YES!

Okay, technically I wrote it a year and a half ago, but apparently I need at least twelve months of emotional processing before posting anything lol

Big thanks to @gunstreet for beta-reading this and being wonderful!

Link to the fic on AO3.

Expect Swiss landscapes, awkward flirting, detailed descriptions of food (obviously), and Vulcan mind melds… with cows.

[star-trek-imagines]

Hello!! So glad to see this account! :D

Could I perhaps request an imagine with Jim and Spock hanging out in the observatory section of the ship and looking out at the stars together?

Thank youuu :D

Hopefully this fulfills the thought you were going for, if not please let me know and I will try again <3

Warning for light angst? Nothing crazy, but there is vague reference to tarsus memories, but otherwise just...sweet caring Spock and Kirk stargazing.

"James?" Spock called softly into the dark observation deck, already knowing where he would find his mate. It wasn't the first time Spock had awoken to find Jim's side of the bed empty, though it had been approximately 8.37 weeks since the previous incident.

Stepping through the doors and rounding the corner Spock glanced at the tall potted plant that was normally in the indent that Jim had squeezed himself back into. If Spock were to use a Terran phrase, his "heart would be breaking" seeing his love this way. Huddled sitting with his back against the cold metal hull, arms squeezed into his sides by the decorative wall of the space that was just barely big enough for the Captain to fit into, Jim held his knees close to his chest. Every so often a star would shine down into the glass room and hit Jim's face revealing the wet glistening trails along his cheeks.

"T'nash-veh yel, it is Spock, are you cognizant at the moment?" His voice was warm, well, warm in the way that practically only Jim could hear.

Jim blinked several times, before squeezing his eyes tightly and shaking his head as though he could remove the thoughts, the memories that were plaguing his mind. "I…" He sighed, a small sob caught in his throat, refusing to let it escape into the air. "Yes. I'm sor–"

Spock cut him off "We have talked about this ashayam. You've no reason to apologize for having a reaction to unpleasant memories." He gently sat down on the floor, crossing his legs while still keeping some distance between himself and Jim, knowing better than to try and touch him unprompted during an episode.

Jim stared up at the stars flying by, never able to focus on one before it would disappear out of view. "I know you hate waking up alone, that I should've told you…" his eyes filling with tears again, the stars blurred more than they should've. "I don't have an excuse. Not a logical one anyway."

Spock didn't miss the sad chuckle his lover let out at that phrase. "Often times I find that emotions, are not logical. Therefore, they often do not have logical reasons or reactions." He tilted his head to look up at the stars as well. "Do you wish to talk about what has troubled your mind tonight? Or would you maybe prefer something else?"

Jim blinked away the tears again, feeling the warmth dripping towards his ear now due to the tilt of his head. He knew they would talk about it tomorrow, but right now he just wanted to forget. His chest felt hollow, stomach ached despite the fact he had eaten just a few hours ago. He needed to forget for a while. "Could…" Jim chewed the inside of his lip. "Could you talk about the stars Spock?"

"It would be my pleasure James." Spock unfolded his legs without touching his mate. "Did you desire contact?" He patted his now stretched out and slightly spread legs.

Without speaking, Jim crawled out of his tight space settling his body between Spock's legs, head laying in his lap. He felt Spock thread his fingers into the no doubt mess of a hairstyle Jim was sporting, running them gently through it.

"Are you aware of the recently discovered star type?" Spock asked, watching as Jim shook his head, still watching the soft blur that is their current galaxy. "A quasi-star also called a black hole star, was thought to be hypothetical, However it was recently proven to be fact. They are a type of extremely massive and luminous star that most commonly existed early in the history of the universe. Unlike modern stars, which are powered by nuclear fusion in their cores, a quasi-star's energy would come from material falling into a black hole at its core. Quasi-stars were first hypothesized in the year 2006; they were said to resemble red giants in structure to an external observer, though scaled-up and powered by an accreting central black hole with luminosities that would be comparable to a Seyfert–"

A low grumbling brought Spock out of his essay, causing him to look down knowingly at the man in his lap; who was curled into Spock’s leg snoring lightly. The adrenaline crash finally caught up to Jim once he felt safe enough, surrounded by his mate. Spock allowed himself a slight smile whilst looking upon him.

"I shall keep you safe, T'nash-veh yel. Rest well."

Translations: T'nash-veh yel = my sun | Ashayam = beloved

[brat-q]

Like Chamomile and Sunshine

Here's some fluffy Kirk/Spock drabble.

     Warm water spilled over Spock’s shoulders, rolling down his lean body. James was pressed against him, sharing in the stream of warmth that engulfed him. His muscles were slowly untensing, taut from arousal. Jim’s hands slid over his chest and wrapped around the back of his neck. The warmth of his large palms seeped into his skin. The height difference between them had only just occurred to Spock.

Jim was an inch or two shorter than he was, and perked himself up as he brushed his lips softly against Spock’s. As delicate as a whisper. “You taste so sweet, you know?” Spock murmured against Jim’s mouth.

“Do I?” Jim smirked.

Spock hummed, “like chamomile and sunshine.” James laughed, a smile stretching gloriously across his face, meeting the piercing blue of his eyes.

“And what does sunshine taste like?” His fingers slipped into Spock's hair. Spock loved when Jim did this; it drove him totally insane.

“Let me run some tests to find out for you,” Spock cooed, kissing Jim again, this time pulling him close, wrapping his torso up in his arms. James grunted softly against his lips and it was the most adorable sound Spock had heard escape Jim. When he finally found the strength to withdraw, he made sure to wrap a white plush towel around his hips before pulling a towel off the rack and holding it open for Jim. Spock felt Jim’s eyes lingering over him.

After a long flustered moment, James stepped into Spock’s offered towel. Spock wrapped him up, ensuring Jim’s warmth as he dried. Jim beamed up at Spock. “Thank you.” Spock fought the urge to ruffle Jim’s bouncy, golden hair with the towel.

A smile seized the edges of Spock’s lips. He grinned at James. “You’re welcome, t’hy’la.”

“T’hy’la?” James flushed harder. “My beloved,” Spock confirmed sweetly. “My love. You possess my heart to beat.”

Jim’s eyes filled with joy. He brought his finger tips to Spock’s, gently pressing them together. “I love you, too.”

[deadbeat0club]

Help I can't stop drawing them help I have finals

[shatnerihardlyknowher]

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Cats and Star Trek (@catsnstartrek)

Hey. I'm just your average Trekkie and a firm Spirk shipper. I mean, come on, you have to love the idea of space husban...

[thehappyfeminist-22]

One of my FAVORITE Spirk tropes is the way Spock almost always calls him “Captain”, but if he’s in danger or threatened, he lapses into calling him “Jim”. Those moments make me so weak!

[heavenlypartyowl]

It's a fact that TOS Spock wore eyeshadow (and in some instances, it looks like, lipstick).

I'm just picturing Domestic Spirk(TM) where Jim is lazing in bed watching Spock put his makeup on. Maybe he has to go teach a class or something, who knows.

It's a quick process, just a sweep of liner and a few brushes of eyeshadow, so Jim rarely catches it. Jim likes looking at Spock in general but watching his incredibly logical husband do something that feels so extraneous makes his heart swell.

[chrispineisagoddess]

The first time Jim puckers his lips wanting a kiss and Spock is so confused.

Spock: what are you doing Jim?

Jim: I want a kiss.

Spock raises his eyebrow and kisses him. Spock finds the action to be... pleasing. Perhaps adorable as humans would say.

The first time they do it in front of the crew is on shore leave. They’re at dinner and Jim has the sudden urge for a kiss. He’s looking at the menu and without his eyes leaving the menu, his lips turn towards Spock. Spock looks at Jim every 3.4 minutes so when he turns to Jim, he leans forward and gives Jim a kiss and looks back at his menu. Everyone doesn’t say anything but Jim feels their stares and looks up, shrugging.

Spock kind of loves it. And by kind of, he absolutely finds it addicting. Especially when Jim wants a Vulcan kiss. Jim can be waking up or doing his work and he’ll raise his 2 fingers. Sometimes he’ll do both and Spock maybe dies just a little inside.