i feel like vulcans would really like ballet. the control the dancers have to have over their bodies, how they have to conceal the strain they feel and can't show it. the show of strength and making grace look effortless. i think there are many aspects of human cultures that they would find admirable and even enjoy - despite what we see on screen, vulcans definitely do have art and artistic practices.
ive been thinking of the idea of vulcans learning how to play earth instruments and being interested in human arts for the past few days, and i just love it.
You know when you wanna squeeze them so tight their head pops off but you don’t want them to die you just need to let out your love for them by giving them I giant hug until their eyes bulge? Just me? That’s fine
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.
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."
