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[yagodnyizefir]

Vulcan is here!

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Lucky Little Helper (Vulcan)

Kinktober 2025 Day Twenty-Two: Sex Toys

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Vulcan makes a lot of stuff. Stuff you’re not really supposed to touch.

He tried to introduce you to some of his work before. Cute little doo-dads and doo-hickys that you never really fully understood. Hell, he used to have you be one of his little helpers when the others were busy. Though you could really do is handle him with a select few tools, pass him a drink when he’s thirsty, and wipe the sweat off his brow whenever his hands are really messy. But ever since he joined Company Eight, the things he’s been building are often a little more on the extremely deadly and dangerous side. So, after almost burning your hands a few too many times for his comfort, you were released from your workshop-helper responsibilities and were back to just regular old, cute-girlfriend duties. Which, naturally, still includes being the first one to see his finished work.

But usually, it’s just to see. Not touch. Not try out. Not “experience.” Just see. Just look at. Just stand there in awe and ask a bunch of questions as he explains things over and over and over again to you. Usually. But this time around?

Nothing about this is usual. Nothing about this at all.

“V-vulcan~” You all but sob out his name, gripping onto the forearm that has you locked into place on his lap- completely at the mercy of him and his new toy. “It’s too… It’s too much!” 

The thing that he’s showing you right now is some sort of vibrator. That’s as much as you can tell. Outside of that, you’re not really able to say. It’s thick and hard and powerful. The handle is just big enough for Vulcan to wrap his fist around it as he works for you. It’s your favorite color. It can go faster or slower depending on…depending on whatever Vulcan does to it. And there’s a part of it that actually goes inside of you, while another part of it brushes and vibrates around your clit- covering the sensitive spot with a material that almost seems receptive to your touch.

If he had given you time to admire it and adjust and prepare, maybe you’d be able to explain it better. Hell, maybe you’d be able to understand it better. But you didn’t get much of a warning that anything sexual was going to happen until after his hands were underneath your shirt and your lips were locked with his. But you found yourself stripped of your shorts and your panties being pulled down your thighs all too quickly before you could even process that he had something bulging out of his pants. Well, something else besides his erection that was straining a little too obviously in his jumpsuit.

All this to say, you didn’t know what you were getting into when he brought you into his workshop and locked the door behind you. But you certainly weren’t expecting this.

“Made this with you in mind,” He tells you instead of granting you mercy, voice nice and steady by your ear as he observes your reactions like you’re a precious little experiment to him. He chuckles when you twitch. Smiles when you jump. Kisses your cheek when you squeal for him. But his grip on you never loosens. It never slacks either. No, because, right now, he’s got you in his favorite place of all: right on his lap. And, sure, he probably is struggling a little bit to keep his head on straight with all your wiggling against his cock as he uses his new toy to pleasure you and you alone. But he seems all too proud- all too happy- to have his chest pressed against your bad and his arm slung low around your hips as he looks over your shoulder and watches how your pussy damn near cries from all of the love it’s getting. “It’s got a lot of different settings, but it’s supposed to adapt to your body. So you gotta give it some time to learn about you, alright?

And all the love it’s about to get, too, apparently. 

“Vulcan…” You try to say his name, only for it to dissolve into yet another sobby, drool-y whimper as he slowly pumps the part of the toy nestled inside in and out of your pussy at a leisurely pace. The thing slides in and out of you almost too easily now that it’s properly drenched in your wetness. It also brushes against your clit in different spots as it does so, filling you with little jolts of pleasure. So much so that you can’t help but gasp out and wriggle in his grip as the speed of the vibrations seems to increase tenfold. As if he wasn’t already torturing you enough. “Too much…Vulcan, too much…”

At the same time, he mutters something in your ears- something about settings and adjustments and calculations and other things that make your head spin and inner walls flutter. But when you turned to him with your blissed out expression and your lips quivering, his bright blue eyes go half-lidded as he leans in and kisses the underside of your jaw with a promise that he’ll give you the best orgasm of your life if you promise to keep being a good girl for him. And because the grip he has on your waist is tight and because this new toy of his feels so good, you just nod your head and promise anything and everything that he wants from you.

After all, it’s been a while since you’ve been able to be his little helper in the workshop. And he’s been so busy lately. With dangerous projects. With dangerous missions. How could you say no? How could you stop early? How could you not just lean back- lean into him and take all that he’s giving to you because you’re just so thankful for this chance, just like you’re thankful to be his.

Because Vulcan has always made a lot of stuff. Stuff you’re not really supposed to touch. Stuff that’s far too dangerous for him to keep around. But he made this just for you. He’s doing this just for you.

“There we go, sweetheart…Now I can be sure you’re taken care of, even when I have to go away. Sounds pretty good, right?”

Now, aren’t you a lucky little helper? Aren’t you a lucky little helper indeed?

[crushedpomegranates]

MDNI

Note; You will need a bit of knowledge on Star Trek xenology (specifically Vulcan), I only just got into Star Trek so some of the stuff here may be wrong.

Tw; Medical injury, yearning, not much going on, not really a monster or anything cool

Your most recent mission did not go as planned.

As assistant head of security on the USS Juraime 93-2118, you are often charged with the task of accompanying your scientist colleagues in field research and aid.

Which was just what you had done 2 days ago when your colleagues had asked that you accompany them whilst they gather samples of the planets flora.

Specifically, planet Beta Antares, which is known for its heat provided by its bright star.

You had been warned and advised on what measures to take to protect yourself. It was your own arrogance that made you foolish enough to be lax with your preparations.

Which is how you ended up with a stinging ache resting on your shoulders and back, making sleeping at night unbearable.

With another hiss escaping your teeth, you gave up on attempting to sleep, swiping the covers off, and getting out of bed.

You walked out to the ships cafeteria, hoping for a late night snack to get your mind off of the pain. The cafeteria was near empty, save for two night owls who were enamoured enough in each other that they didn't notice you.

Just as you were commanding the processor for your desired snack, a level voice rose up behind you.

"It would be unwise to neglect your mind and body rest," you nearly jumped at the suddenness of it. Turning around to meet your well-known colleague,

"Kadalk-" he broke you off and continued speaking.

"You need to recuperate your strength, Assistant Security Cheif (Last Name)." You let out a heavy sigh when he was done, looking up at him with an exasperation of a child who knows they are in for yet another 3 hour lecture.

For a Vulcan, he was always known to be quite tall. Yet, you didn't really see a difference between him and the rest of his species with how similar they all style themselves. To the hair and his shoes to even the tone of his voice. Pure Vulcan. Pure logic.

"Thank you, Kadalk, for reminding me once again," you try stay civil so you could swipe away from this interaction.

"But my body does not want me to rest. It is too burnt to be comfortable laying down," you explain to him.

"Ergo," the processor opens, and it presents to you a warm cup of hot chocolate.

"Hot chocolate. A classical human remedy for sleep," you grab the cup and rise it up to your lips.

He discerns you with his dark brown eyes carefully as you drink.

He straightens his posture ever so slightly,

"If that is the case, then allow me to help you. We just received a recent shipment in new medical supplies, including an ointment that may properly soothe your injuries." He offers, face blank, yet his eyes spark with something indiscernible.

You contemplate it for a moment, unsure about hanging around longer in case another lecture may ensue, but your pain sears louder and you cave in.

You nod your head, and the two of you make your way to the medical bay.

Once there, you situate yourself on the edge of a table and pull the sleeves of your tank top down enough that it allows him to be able to apply it for you on your back. When the cloth strap slides over your shoulder, you hiss at the stinging pain lightly.

"Don't make me wait too long, Kady," the nickname slides off your tongue easily.

"That is not my name," is all he mutters before you feel a cool cream be placed upon the back of your nape. You sigh as the prominent sting is relieved from your shoulders. Kadalk is so utterly careful in his movements- not applying so much pressure it'd hurt, but enough for the cream to absorb evenly.

"This cream is water based, which should do well for you. I also ensured it contained this earth plant you call Aloe Vera and vitamin c- which nurse Howes tells me is good for humans," he pronounces the plant oddly, giving the e at the end of aloe its own distinct "eh" sound.

You almost want to correct him but are too focused on the pain relief.

"I apologise that this itself will not heal you entirely. There is a Vulcan medicine we use to treat burns very easily but I do not know how your human physique will react," there's an odd tone of regret in his voice you never thought you'd hear from a Vulcan, let alone him.

"Well, this is doing wonders doc- thank you," you let yourself relax, leaning your weight on one palm as he smears some cream on your red shoulder.

It's silent until he's finished with the click of the lid being closed.

You glance behind you to see if he's really finished before pulling back up your tank top.

"Come back to me tomorrow morning to reapply it and come in the night. With routine treatment, there should be no physical damage or scarring within two weeks." He says as he places the tin of cream away. You notice he hadn't been wearing gloves- which you considered odd because you knew he was such a neat freak about touching other people.

"I will track you down myself if I have to, but please, don't make me do it," when you look into his eyes there's almost a sincerity in them. You never thought you'd see a Vulcan showing emotion.

You nod your head and get off the bed.

"Got it. Don't worry, wouldn't want our best doctor getting distracted," you joke softly and are about to leave before he grabs your wrist.

His eyes seem worried when you look into them, but then you blink and it's gone.

"No patient of mine is a distraction. You need care just as anyone else on this ship does. You are important," He tells you firmly, but there's a softness to it that belies the formality of a doctor and their patient.

After that, the two of you go your separate ways.

You stay awake in bed, his words replaying over and over in your head, a sheep frollicking around.

While he stays in the clinic for a little bit longer, looking down at his hands as he reminisces of the feel of your skin under his touch.

What have you done to each other?

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

The Dark Side (Konrad Curze, Vulkan)

Summary: Konrad Curze meets Vulcan's favorite mortal.

Konrad Curze/fem!Reader, Vulkan/fem!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession

Word count: 1165

Song: Muse - The Dark Side

He noticed you immediately when he got on board Flamewrought. His brother was gentle and kind to pitiful mortals. He cared about them and hated it when Curze told him the truth. The truth is that Vulcan is just as much a killer as all the primarchs. And yet he stubbornly denied it, cherishing his subordinates. But you... you bathed in his love.

He sensed it in the nifty little augmentations that could adjust your body temperature. Just in order to withstand one-on-one communication with Vulcan. He understood this from your appearance. You did not know hunger and poverty, dressed in a simple but pretty dress. And yes. Konrad understood this because one of the Salamanders stood next to you. A personal protector, ready to tear to pieces any Night Lord who tries to approach you.

He probably could have noticed more details, but your personal Space Marine quickly took you to another part of the ship. Surely Vulcan did not want his gloomy brother to see you. Well, the Night Lords were faster. Curze remembered how then an evil grin spread across his face, and his body almost trembled at the mere possibility of killing you. Oh, how Vulcan would be upset.

Konrad did not speak to the primarch about you. First he wanted to meet you in person. A couple of words there, a couple of actions here and you’re sitting in your room completely alone. Weak and defenseless, completely at the disposal of the lord of the night. The primarch wanted to see your fear, to see your pathetic body shrink and your bladder burst. Wanted to hear your pleas and pathetic threats that you are in favor of Vulcan himself.

He didn't get it. Nothing at all.

You looked at him with almost glazed eyes. Your finger slowly touched your chin as your eyelashes fluttered slowly. You were puzzled. But not scared. Konrad felt that what was happening was wrong. What are you?

“You're pale.” - you say timidly. The voice is quiet and thoughtful. - “And the eyes are black. You probably don’t eat much... and you hardly see the sun.”

Curze just stared blankly as your small figure approached his massive body. You touched the black feathers of his cloak with interest. The man saw how thoughts were spinning on your gentle face and you were trying to think about what you saw. Until you gasp and look into his eyes with... delight?

"You are tall! Almost as tall as Vulcan. You must be his brother.” - Satisfied with your mind, you smile at Curze, as if he were your old friend. - “And you're pale because he takes all the sun for himself. I know his world is on fire, yours is probably not so hot. And feathers! You have so many feathers. Are you a bird-human or just love crows?”

Interest. Delight. No fear, hatred or disdain. Pure happiness. One continuous... innocence. Pure and immaculate, real, embodied in a little girl. Innocence. It was it.

It is unworthy for a primarch to run away from the battlefield, but it is even worse to run away from an ordinary mortal. His hearts beat with such frequency that the Night Haunter became deaf to other sounds. He rushed about like an animal, not seeing the frightened Space Marines and mortals on his way.

He wanted to tear someone apart. Sink his teeth into the flesh and drink the red liquid. Suck out the eyes and wrap himself in other's guts. To throw out all the rage that was raging inside. Is this rage?

Night Haunter couldn't do something like that to you. He just couldn't. Why? Your pain would be a pleasure to him. There is no good in the world. There are no innocent people. But you, you...

Konrad tastes his own blood. How his skin melts under a series of blows from his once calm brother. Finally. It was not in vain that he decided to visit this girl. As soon as Vulcan found out about this, he immediately attacked Curze, as soon as they were left alone. The primarch saw the red eyes glow, erupting with rage. Malice. Hate. Perhaps he could kill him right now... give him freedom.

But stupid nobility prevailed and the primarch spared him, turning his gaze to the space.

“I knew that you loved mortals, but not this much.” - the man licked the blood from his chin, swallowing a sharp tooth.” - "Who is she? Where did you find such... an incomprehensible and blunt toy?

Vulcan's eyes flashed with renewed rage, but the primarch restrained himself, retreating further from his uninvited brother. Was he afraid that he wouldn’t hold back again and would hurt Curze? Konrad wonders what he needs to do to you in order to finally hammer one simple thought into his brother’s head. He's the same monster.

“One of the civilians of the agri-world. The few who were able to survive the xenos attack.” - Vulcan pronounces the words while gritting his teeth. He doesn’t want to share the memory, but it’s better to answer Konrad before he throws out something new. - “Her dying father said that she has been so... special since childhood.”

Night Haunter clenched his teeth, dissatisfied with the way Vulcan pronounced “special.” Almost like an insult. Doesn't he love humanity? Shouldn't he cherish people like you? Weak, defenseless, pathetic people. So innocent.

“Some kind of abnormality in the brain. I promised her father that I would take care of her. She is a naive and kind girl, she knows and cannot do almost anything. She even refuses to eat meat because you can’t eat living creatures, it will hurt them.” - the man sighed tiredly, but Night Haunter felt the warmth in his words. He likes you. Even too much. Badly. Why is it bad? - “I can’t give her to an orphanage or to other mortals, she's too old, so now she lives here.”

Vulcan turned slowly, fixing his eyes on the Nostraman's face. Fury distorted his face, making him look like the dragon-like monster that mothers use to scare their children when they don’t want to go to bed. The temperature in the room rose to unbearably hot even for Curze. A little more and the room will melt.

“Don’t you dare go near her.”

Konrad Curze grins, expressing his disdain and amusement at this whole strange situation. But deep down, Night Haunter growls with indignation and envy. Why? Why did Vulcan get you? He already has plenty of mortals to watch, so why should you fall into his hands too? Let him share! Let him give you! And if not, then Night Haunter will take his toll.

A small, tiny ray of light will look good in complete darkness. The fire will consume you and you will merge with the rest of the dirt. But you'll be safe with Night Haunter. He won't let your innocence fade away. In this dark and empty galaxy.

The innocence will be his.

[enigma-and-oasis]

Vulcan Joseph: Tit-Job (or tit-fucking)

Warnings: Nudity, tit-fucking, spitting, dirty talk, blowjob

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Oh man, the hottest red-haired and tattoo guy in Special Fire Company 8. The inventor and engineer. Vulcan is not an innocent man. Don't let the warm and friendly approach with a golden smile fool you. Those turquoise eyes are a warning to let you know he has dirty thoughts about you once he is captivated by you. Those amazing muscles and abs combined with his black tribal tattoos and red hair only match the insatiable inferno in you. He has no preference for gender, as he has experience with alot of women and men and has been to sex parties and clubs before, but he surely has a huge kink for a woman, especially when it comes to your tits. You see, he likes to get nasty and slide his cock through your sternum to fuck your boobs, or get a tit-job.

These are just one of many kinks Vulcan has and loves, and being with a man who is an inventor obviously brings excitement in the sex life. But he loves to have you on your knees behind his desk where he works, pull out his lengthy cock, spit on it and mix it with his precum, before sliding it in your sternum and just fuck through them. Although most times he will have you bounce up and down from your knees (don't worry he is very considerate and careful to have a soft covering on your knees from the rustic floor) to have his dick up and down through your tits while he works, along with the intense filth and dirty talk that comes out of his mouth. The skin-on-skin contact, the way you would sometimes lick the head of his cock and taste his pre-release liquid, praising you "Good Girl," along with "You like being on your knees for me as my personal cock-warmer," and "Open your mouth for me" to have you suck his dick while he fucks between your tits.

He doesn't have shame, he is willing to do this when he wants to relief stress with a lovely reward after a hard day of work (aside from intimate kissing and erotic sex), but Vulcan is a frisky guy. He'd even have you naked and bare just for him to have you on your knees to be used as a tit-job, and you stay there like the good girl you are while he makes use of you before later tonight, because this man's sex drive is extremely high. Be prepared to have him cum on your face, neck or chest after he is done with you because he loves to paint your chest/face/neck white to let you know who you exactly belong to. "Such a pretty, dirty girl who let's me paint her like a blank canvas."

He's all in for you sucking him off while he fucks your boobs which then gives him leverage to fuck your mouth. He loves seeing his cock soaked in your spit and his cum as he is dumping his load in your mouth, telling you to "Swallow it all up, beautiful" before he smirks and kisses you passionately when you do, not minding his own taste from your mouth. "You are too perfect. Fuck I am in love with you."

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This will be the one of many, many kinks and fetishes I will write about Vulcan Joseph. He is indeed a nasty man with a golden heart. He is so underrated, as well as the series😩😩

[twilektrekkie]

Okay so

If any of you follow my sideblog @andtheliver you know I post sapphic fanfiction. (Can I get a HELL YEAH from my fellow Minthara simps?)

And as you can tell by my URL I am also a Star Trek fan so I have an idea: I really want to post fic for Ambassador Soval BUT I want to make sure it's something ppl will actually read. I know that's not the point of fanfiction, it's all just self-indulgent but I would like to know other ppl are enjoying what I post.

So Tumblr.com, how many simps do I got I back me up? If so, which blog should I post it on? Because I largely identify as sapphic but my fangirl heart will always be Bi.

(Also do my character interests say anything about me? Let me know your thoughts)

[lilchibi-chan]

𝐕𝐮𝐥𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑| 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

It’s the middle of the night and you’re struggling to find sleep, or rather, sleep is struggling to find you. You look out your window from your bed and see the moon is high in the sky. The stars twinkling around it in their own little dance. You check your phone to look at the time.

“Ugh, 2 A.M.,” you say groggily to yourself

You lay back down in defeat and stare up at your ceiling, hands together over your blanket where your sternum is.

You hear someone’s door open and close quietly, before there’s shuffling in the hallway. You can tell whoever it is, they’re trying to keep quiet.

Curiosity gets the better of you and you decide to quietly get out of bed and make your way to your door to see who it is. You slowly turn the doorknob and open the door, again as slow as you can and poke your head out. All you can see from your room is the light from the fridge.

You open your door a little more, just enough for you to exit and close it slowly. You slowly walk into the break room, not making a sound.

When you make it inside, you notice that it’s Vulcan. You lean against the wall, waiting for him to close the fridge. Once he fully stands up, he’s still looking down, bottle of water in hand.

He closes the fridge, turns in your direction and jumps once he notices you’re standing there. He puts a hand over his chest to help calm himself.

You do your best to hold in your laughter to avoid waking the rest who are asleep.

“Jeez, how long have you been standing there?,” he says in a hushed tone, still holding his chest

“A little bit,” you answer in the same hushed tone

He walks over to the ledge of the window and sits down. You join him.

“Did I wake you,” he asks

“No,” you say,“I can’t sleep.”

“So what’s your story” you ask him

“I was asleep, ended waking up and my throat felt a little dry, so I came to get some water,” he says

It’s quiet and he opens up his water bottle to take a drink.

“Well how do you feel now,” you ask

“Like it’ll take me a while to fall back asleep,” he says with a laugh

“Well, since we both can’t sleep, do you wanna hang out for a bit,” you ask

“Can it be somewhere that we don’t have to keep whispering like this,” he says

“Sure,” you laugh out and say with a smile

Together, you both head up to the roof. You open and close the door as soft as you can for you both and exit onto the roof.

Vulcan lets out a refreshed breath.

“Now this feels much better,” he says

“I’m glad,” you say in response

You both take in the night sky as the stars and the moon glimmer above you. He moves closer to where you are and leans on the edge of the roof.

You start to feel the butterflies in your stomach flutter their wings at his closeness. A blush makes its way to your cheeks and your ears feel warm.

He looks over at you.

“You okay,” he asks with a soft laugh

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” you say unconvincingly

He softly laughs again.

“You sure,” he asks

“Y-yeah, i-it’s just..you’re kind of..close,” you say nervously

“O-oh, I’m sorry. I can-” he says and starts moving away, but you cut him off by grabbing him

“N-no, you don’t have to move,” you start, “y-you just..make me..nervous,” you finish honestly

“R-really,” he asks surprised, but also a little sad

“N-not in a bad way !,” you say quickly

“I-,” you start then think to yourself that maybe this isn’t a good idea

Maybe you should keep these feelings to yourself.

“Never mind,” you say shaking your head and looking back at the night sky

“You can tell me, darlin’,” he says reassuringly

“I..l-like when you’re close…and I..like talking to you,” you say and look at him briefly

He softly smiles

“I like when you’re close too and I love listening to you. I’ll always be there for you y/n,” he says honestly and grabs your hand

You feel your face get hot

“Vulcan…can I be super honest and PROMISE you won’t freak out or be weird,” you say with your eyes shut tight

He lets out a small laugh

“I promise, babydoll. I won’t freak and I won’t be weird. I’m here and as long as you feel comfortable telling me, I’m listening,” he says

“I…l-like you Vulcan and I have for a while. It’s just been confirmed to me pretty recently that I’ve felt that way for a while. I don’t want you to feel like you have to reciprocate anything, I just-since it’s just us I…I wanted to tell you,” you say, a lump forming in your throat after

You were glad your voice hadn’t cracked because you had been holding on to this for so long.

“Y/n, I’m gonna be honest with you,” he starts and pauses

“Vulcan please don’t feel obligated to sa-,” you say

“I like you too y/n,” he says cutting you off

Your eyes finally meet his for the first time since this whole conversation started. His cheeks and ears are flushed in a shade of pink and his eyes, oh his beautiful turquoise eyes, are filled with the sincerity that’s always there when you speak to him.

“I’m not just saying it to make you feel good either, y/n. It’s…easy talking to you. I want to take care of you and be there for you, but more than a friend or even a coworker or teammate. I didn’t want to say anything in the fear of making you uncomfortable or even not being sure of how I felt…I’ve had a rough past in the love department and I just…I didn’t wanna lose you in the event that this conversation did come up,” he says

“I know, Vulcan. I can tell by your eyes that you’re being sincere, that you mean every word…and I know that you’ve been through a lot…which is also why I didn’t want to pressure you into feeling like you had to say something. Honestly, I was prepared to act like I never said anything,” you say with a small laugh at the end

“Babydoll, your feelings are important and valid. I would never make you feel bad for having them. If I wasn’t ready to say anything, I wouldn’t have,” he said

He pulls you into a hug and massages the back of your head.

“I’ll protect you at all costs y/n. You mean a lot to me,” he says

He kisses your forehead and you look up at him. He looks back at you with soft eyes and you both just stare at each other for a moment.

“Y/n, could I m-maybe…kiss you,” he asks nervously

You let out a small laugh at his question

“Of course,” you say, a wide smile making its home on your face

He moves closer to you and you return, getting closer to him.

He places a soft and slow kiss on your lips, then slowly pulls away. You can feel the tension between your lips as he pulls away.

You place a hand on the back of his head and pull him close again, kissing him in the same way that his did to you. He pulls you closer, as close as your bodies can be.

Both of your breathing starts to quicken and you feel your bodies start to heat up. You pull away to catch your breath.

“Do you wanna..head inside,” you say breathlessly

“Mm,” is all he says and reaches his hand out for yours

Once your hand is in his, he interlocks your fingers and places a kiss on the back of your hand. You both make your way to the roof door and he opens it for you.

Still hold hands, you walk down the stairs until you make it to your room.

“Good night, sweet heart,” he’s says and goes to pull his hand away

“Wait…stay with me,” you say

He smiles

“Okay,” he says and you both enter your room

You lay down together and he cuddles you while caressing your head.

“Thank you Vulcan,” you say sleepily

“For what, darlin,” he asks curiously

“For being there for me and…for making me happy on my darkest days,” you say honestly

He lets out a small chuckle

“Don’t worry about it, darlin. Being with you…that’s more than enough. You don’t have to thank me,” he says

You scooch up a little on the bed and kiss his jaw.

He kisses your forehead then your nose and then moves down to your lips.

“Get some sleep, babydoll,” he says against your lips and places a quick peck

You move back down to his chest and close your eyes. His soft breaths and the sound of his heartbeat lull you to sleep.

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Thank you all so much for being patient for this post, I always have fun writing for Vulcan, even if it isn’t super character accurate/canon stuff, I think it’s nice to see him in a super fluffy and sweet light and I hope you all enjoy it as well.

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Saying goodnight to Vulcan who's already half asleep on his back as you move. Leaning your chest half on his shoulder so you can press your lips against his own. To your surprise, when you pull back you soon see Vulcan rolling over to face you. But it doesn't stop there. His eyes are closed but his lips are searching. First pressing lightly against your exposed shoulder and peppering kisses up your neck, only to feel his lips lovingly against yours one more. Eyes fluttering closed, there's no resistance- no denial as you kiss him back gently. No words. Just small actions of the continual kissing until you realize that you're actually making out. Soft, long kisses that soon lead to Vulcan's body hovering over yours. Just barely though as you can feel his weight against you. You don't mind. The feeling is comforting. Especially when his hand comes to cup the side of your face. Deepening the kisses into something more. Feeling his hips starting to rut against yours ever so often. He's so gentle and quiet. But the breathing slowly escalates while both of your bodies start to buzz. Just to succum to both of your needs before you two pass out for the night with his toned arms wrapped around you.

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