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18+ only! she/they, 25, Mostly smut fanfics. I don't write very often but if inspiration srikes me with her sword you will be the first to know!

[maulsearpiercing]

Maul is a giver

Part of it is control. Maul doesn't like to be touched- he's too disconnected from the lower half of his body. To be vulnerable is to relinquish control, and Maul needs to be in control.

So you allowing yourself to be vulnerable, completely at his mercy, is the ultimate display of devotion and loyalty.

Sex is something that happens slowly, mostly because Maul needs time to feel comfortable with touch in general.

When he does feel comfortable enough for sex?

You're naked, he's completely clothed without his gloves. Sometimes, if you beg prettily enough, he'll take his tabard off for you.

He's an awful tease. A bastard. Evil. EVIL! Watching you squirm and beg is amusing for him.

He makes you tell him what you want specifically or he'll stop.

"Why are you acting coy, my dear? You have already spread yourself for me."

Will straight up have casual conversations with you while fingering you.

You're leaned back against his chest, he's pumping two fingers inside you while rubbing your puffy clit with his other hand and talking about logistics

"The Mandolorians will guard the perimeter. You and Rook will guard my flank. Dear- are you evening listening?"

"Wha- yes?"

"Really? Repeat it back to me, then."

Will make you answer a comm during. He does not care, you better know how to control your voice

Like I said, AWFUL

A munch.

Again, ultimate show of devotion and loyalty, letting him put his mouth on the most vulnerable part of you.

Also just does it for the love of the game.

Maul is all or nothing. He shoves his entire face in your pussy, and secretly loves it when you grind on his nose.

That Zabrak sense of smell? He's addicted. He can smell when you're ovulating. He can smell when you're about to cum.

He doesn't care if you just got finished working out. Maul likes the smell and taste of your sweat idc idc

The texture of your pussy? How soft it is, the size of your clit, the shape of your folds? There's so much he can play with

Loves the feeling of his lips swelling and his face being covered in you. Your little twitches, how reactive you are? He can feel all of it. Your arousal mixed with his spit and neither of you can tell the difference? That's hot to him

If his jaw and tongue aren't a little sore by the end, he isn't satisfied.

Secretly loves it when you grab his head and guide him down.

When you sit on his face for the first time? It awakens something in him!

Just laying there, grabbing your hips while you use his face? Oof

YOU cannot hide your submissive tendencies rooted in relinquishing control from me, Maul. I SEE RIGHT THROUGH YOU!!!!

[coloredlion]

Day THIRTY of filling this with aro and/or ace characters

🧡💛🤍🩵💙

To celebrate the FINAL day of pride, I’ve added as many requests as I could possibly find time for !!! (With explanations & close ups below)

Ty all SO MUCH for the insane support and love <333

Mirabelle from In Stars and Time is canonically aromantic AND asexual, and has a storyline revolving around it!

Darius Bowman from Camp Cretaceous is heavily implied canon aromantic, and possibly asexual as well!

Saiki from The Disastrous Life of Saiki K as implied aromantic AND asexual. He never shows interest in any character, so it’s largely accepted by the fandom.

Connor Hawke from DC as canonically asexual, as there’s an official drawn poster of him with the asexual flag!

Max from Miraculous Ladybug as canonically asexual! I am unsure if this is said explicitly, or just confirmed by the creators. Same goes for Alix, who is canonically aromantic!!

Monkey D Luffy from One Piece is popularly headcanoned aromantic AND asexual by the fandom!

SpongeBob is canonically asexual as confirmed by the creators, and literally bc sponges are asexual LMAO

Mousefur from Warriors is popularly headcanoned aromantic AND asexual by the fandom, as she is a she-cat that is never interested in getting a mate.

Caduceus Clay from Critical Roll as canonically aromantic AND asexual! I don’t watch so I unfortunately don’t know if it’s talked about it canon, but it has been confirmed.

Sonic the Hedgehog is another fairly popular aromantic AND asexual headcanon within the fandom!

Izutsumi from Dungeon Meshi is popularly headcanon aromantic AND asexual by the fandom!

Q!Jaiden from the QSMP is canonically aromantic AND asexual, like her CC, JaidenAnimations!

Claire and Oliver from Maybe Happy Ending are canonically asexual, as they’re robots (they’re good rep trust I love them)!!

ALLL of the amongi ever from the Among Us TV show as canonically asexual, as they are literally described as sexless beings!

Version with Roman Roy from Succession and Homelander from the Boys!! Roman as implied asexual, as throughout the show he is uncomfortable with the idea and refuses to have sex with anyone! I put him with Homelander (who is called asexual in the show, but more of an insult than any actual canon) bc they are both horrible people that no one wants to have as rep but they’re lowkey funny asf so they’re me and my friend’s crackship

CLOSEUPS !!

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[writers-solace]

I don't think Tolkien is a good fantasy writer because he scored the highest at some objective Best Fantasy Book Test that every fantasy writer has to take, I think he's a good fantasy writer because he created a world based on things that he was interested in. I feel like a lot of fantasy writers think that they need to create a whole language for their world because Tolkien did and obviously his books are the best so they have to emulate him, but Tolkien did that because he was a linguistics nerd. I think the lesson to be learned from him is not that you have to include elves and deep history and new languages, but that you have to write endlessly about the things you are a huge nerd about and use those things to create your fantasy world

[thatgaybitxh-deactivated2025062]

why am i dressed slutty you ask? to read classic literature alone in my room. mind your own business.

[somekindaspacecadet]

[shigeoreum]

gender spock and the intrinsic sense of vulnerability in an exposed back

[poetrylesbian]

good news everyone

[jf-madjesters1]

I told myself I wouldn't draw anymore parts to this since I have other responsibilities that needs my attention.

...So anyway, here is part three for Tumblr Sexyman Contest for Caine!

I don't know anything about this TV head guy BUT I have seen him around and I know he is created by Toby Fox. Cool looking character too! I enjoy drawing them. Also very popular guy, so poor Caine didn't stand a chance in this round.

BUT SOMEHOW THEY ARE ALMOST NECK TO NECK, TIED!! AND ITS THE LAST DAY TO VOTE! HOW EXCITING!!!! GO GO GO VOTE!! DO IT FOR CAINE!! X'D

Tumblr contest poll by @sexy-people-contests-2026

Part 1 Comic

[mikufanclub]

characters are cool because you can spend all your time thinking about them instead of things that make u want to die

[kylieminvogue]

"STAR TREK" S2E1 - "Amok Time"

[flower-seeks-the-moon]

my favorite ao3 writers be like this

[cleevitus]

I think spock sleeps like hes been shot

[cringedescartes]

Virtual Intimacy || Caine x Reader

In which they have amazing digital intercourse

Warnings/Notes/Tags: SPOILERS FOR EP 9. 18+ MDNI. NSFW!! Smut. Reader has female genitals in the circus. Oral (M and F recieving), p in v, he lowk has a human kink bc i said so, no written aftercare but it's implied

EP 9 EVENTS HAPPEN HERE. SPOILERS, I REPEAT, SPOILERS

C/N: Circus Name

W/C: 2.7k

It's been a few weeks since Jax abstracted and Caine came back apologizing. It's been fine and fun actually. You learned what your name was and that you weren't real, but with the help of your friends and the mental coping you already had to do in the circus, it was not the worst thing to deal with. Along with all the fun adventures you all came up with, it's been filling your time successfully.

Caine was much more fun to be around now too, although before he went a little crazy, you always had a soft spot for him. You always appreciated him and even said so on multiple occasions. It was just his job to keep you all from going crazy, or so he says. It was also this sympathetic mentality that admittedly kept you from abstracting.

You guys even had private tea times sometimes, which did get you weird looks from everyone but they never bothered you too much about it, in fear of you abstracting without coping strategies. You always told him how much you appreciated what he did during tea time in which he told you you were secretly his favorite. That's why he allowed you to sit out on adventures sometimes.

When there was a chance to leave the circus, that was actually just an adventure, you did want to leave. You weren't crazy. However, when it turned out not to be real, you did go quiet for a bit which would've concerned everyone if it were not for their own shock. Then you decided to suck it up and accept how things were.

Then Caine went crazy, and you felt immensely bad for him. In a fit of pain and rage, he put everyone, including you, in a projection of your criticisms. You stayed silent when everyone was dogging on him so he just sent you to an empty black void for a bit, which made you so worried and scared as you were falling and bracing for an impact that never came.

Which brought you to now.

You were all a bit tired from the latest fishing adventure so they wanted to visit one of the old, more relaxing places for a bit. They were gonna bring Jax and his whole setup with them too.

But you weren't feeling it.

You were feeling something else.

Recently you noticed, without a censorship filter, you felt needier, hornier

It was foreign, after all this time. It's been years since you felt such a human, primal desire that wasn't the feeling of wanting to escape.

It didn't help that the object of your affections looked so good in clothes that weren't just his regular old suit. Sometimes you wish he's bring back his sparkly tux outfit.

He was helping transport Jax's tent to the beach. He himself was in a more casual outfit, a stereotypical hawaiian shirt... which honestly did it for you.

Once he set up the tent on the beach, everyone was going through the portal when you called for him.

"Caine?"

"Hmm?" He looked at you from above, floating as he watched them lead jax through the portal.

"I don't think I wanna go to the beach today"

Zooble overhears and asks, "Wait, why?"

You give them an apologetic smile, "I just don't feel like sun today I guess." You turn to Caine, "You think you can keep me company? Wanna have tea... like old times?"

His pupils dilate dramatically and he moves around comically. "Why of course, (C/N)!"

You guys say a quick 'see you later' to everyone and they don't pay much mind to the fact you guys were staying behind.

When the portal closes, Caine snaps his fingers and brings you both the the place you used to have tea, where he and Jax had a fake meal together once when Jax had to distract him during the escaping the circus adventure.

You smile at him as he orders tea from an NPC, but you had other plans.

"Uh, Caine?"

"Yes, my Dear?" He says in his circus host voice but the pet name still did something to you

You rest your head on your palm "What if we took this tea party somewhere else?"

The NPC comes back with the tea set and a tower of finger foods "Where do you suggest?" He asks curiously

"How 'bout a picnic tea party, in my room?" You suggest with an innocent tone

"Your room? How perfect! I haven't seen it since I conjured it up for your arrival!" He says excitedly. Snapping his fingers to transport you both, and the tea and food, onto a mat he conjured up on the floor of your room.

He looks around, admiring the changes you made since everyone got control of the circus. You chuckle as you poured tea for the both of you.

After some idle chatter, you decided he looked too good in his silly beach attire. You had to make a move. Or at the very least have him help you with your problem.

"So, Caine..."

He quirks a brow (his upper teeth?) at you.

"I was thinking, everyone's way more relaxed now. And you're a big help. But now, I've been getting a little— not bored! But just... feeling a little stagnant in the circus right now." You shrug

He looks to you, wordlessly asking what he can do.

"Since you're much more powerful than me in here, I was wondering if you could help conjure me some... facilities"

He quirks his head as he wonders what you meant

"Genitals. I want genitals, Caine." You say, straight up.

"OH" he says in realization, immediately flushing with a floating blush spreading on what would be his cheeks

"Well uh- I guess I could help give you those, and also program some sort of release command into your files"

While he rambles, you put the tea aside and start crawling to him, trailing your hands up his chest.

You hook your finger on his bottom teeth, getting his attention and making the words die on his tongue.

Your eyes meet his , "You could help me out with more than coding my files. Only if you would like to of course. It's a very... human experience" You say, tempting him by playing at his desire to relate more with people.

He gulps hard and it makes you chuckle, the way he did was like the gulps in cartoons.

You pull away a bit, tilting your head, "You don't have to of course-"

"No, no, I want to" He says, panicking that you were withdrawing your offer.

You try to comfort his jumpiness, "If you're not interested in me, it really is fine. Intimacy like that is conventionally done between people who are attracted to each other." It's funny, trying to explain human relations in a way he'd understand.

"I am interested! It's just a bit sudden. B-But you're my favorite human. If I could choose intercourse with anyone it would be you!"

You giggle. The way he speaks was very technical, even if he was saying he'd fuck you out of everyone in the circus.

You feel a shwoop! magically feeling the sensation of extra parts down below, realizing he already made it happen.

You smile at him warmly, taking it as a go signal to start unbuttoning his beach shirt. You didn't know what to expect but you were met with a quite human looking torso, that was quite toned. You could tell by his figure that he had delicious broad shoulders and a small waist but you wonder if he just made himself have muscles like this or if he always had it.

He looks down at your clothes and you take it as a sign to undress yourself as well. You're circus body was not the same as your human form, but the intimacy of the actions made up for it. You nudge him to get on the bed, you approaching him as he moves back to sit on the edge.

You find him flushed, the cartoon-style blush everywhere and even on his shoulders, making something so sexy about it. You realize he has gave himself genitals too, after climbing on his lap and feeling it.

"Where did you learn such naughty things, Caine?" You tease, caressing his 'face'.

"It's in my nature to want to learn, and I have a special interest in humans" He tries to explain normally.

This makes you roll your eyes with a smirk, bringing his face close to yours. You wonder if he knows how to kiss. His teeth close and pucker, as if his eyes are closed as well, and you kiss him. You wonder how it works but it does, if doesn't feel too weird and you guess the tip of his tongue scales down to make out with yours properly.

You grind against him and hear him let out a groan, which continues as you pull away from his face and start trailing it down his body. You reach his pants and you're able to unzip him with your teeth, giving him a show that flusters him.

You undo his pants and assess the cock he gave himself. It was reasonably long, not pornographically large but something that looks like would feel good. It was red with a leaky tip that made your mouth water.

You take his tip into your mouth, making him and the whole circus glitch for a split second. You chuckle, the vibrations making his thighs tense. You start to bob your head up and down and up and down, watching the walls of your room start to glitch more often.

You can hear his breath getting heavier as he pants, his eyes going all sorts of colors. His tongue lolls out and his legs tense and flex, fighting to urge to trap your head between them and fuck into your mouth.

You suddenly wonder how he finishes, about to teasingly stop and ask him how he programmed himself to ejaculate but to your surprise, you feel his dick twitch in your mouth. You watch hi grip the bedsheets in your peripheral and feel a fast rush of sticky liquid into your mouth.

It was a lot, more than you anticipated, and when you cough it out and look at him, he looks sheepish.

"I saw that it was more erotic with more of it" He admits, hands on his lap and looking down.

You cough the last of it out, using your mental skill to magically clean it from your mouth with your own ability to conjure things in the circus.

You chuckle, "It's fine"

You get up to climb on him but he fluidly takes your arm and flips you, causing you to land on the bed. You look at him in surprise and he's spreading your bare legs.

"I want to taste you, please" He asks breathlessly for permission. He saw that cunnilingus felt good for women and again, the intimacy of it all turned him on.

You nod and he starts, licking a long stripe up between your pussy lips. His large tongue swirls around your clit and you have to cover your mouth to keep yourself from moaning too loud. It's been who knows how long since you felt this kind of physical sensation.

You look down at him and you can see how he watches you, his eyes peeking from his teeth. His tongue was large enough to flex a bump to grind against your clit, the rest of it reaching down your slit, juices mixed with saliva dripping.

You grind against his tongue, feeling your high getting closer. It was strange, the feeling stronger than you've ever felt and you didn't know whether it was due to it being so long since the last time you felt this way, or he had programmed it to feel so good.

Either way your thighs quiver and you squirm, causing him to hold your thighs still, his hands wrapped around with his fingers pressing against your inner thighs. He keeps working at your heat, the pads of his fingers massaging your inner thighs endearingly.

All the sensations made your eyes roll back, back arching and body tensing up as you ride your high out on his tongue. Your hand finds his and he lets go of one thigh to interlock his fingers with yours.

When you finally come down from it he gets up, climbing on you.

"I learned this is next once you're ready," he says, out of breath. Your virtual juices don't disappear, mixed with his saliva to drop onto your chest which you could clean easily if you wanted to, but something about your remnants on him was so hot.

He looks at you for permission, lining himself up with your entrance. He was hard again, his stamina probably never running out.

You smile at him tiredly, nodding and kissing what would be his cheek

He nods in confirmation, slowly entering and filling you up.

It felt perfect, not too big even if you knew it wouldn't physically hurt if it was, and it was just right. The fit inside you was so satisfying, you let out a breath and lay your arms on his shoulders.

He slowly starts to thrust and you whine, holding him closer and kissing him like you did earlier. You then wrap your legs around his hips, nudging him to go faster.

You both start panting hard as he thrusts, getting needier as you suck on his tongue and dig your heels harder into his lower back. He thrusts hard, the bed rocking loudly against the wall, making you glad no one was around.

His hands hold onto your hips, allowing him to reach deeper as he wished, his hips meeting flush against yours.

You feel another orgasm coming, and you knew he noticed. His had goes up to cup the back of your head, tongue erotically slobbering all over your face, neck, and chest. Your eyes were closed but you could feel the gaze of his floating eyes watching your face contort into pleasured expressions.

"(Y/N)!" He moans out your real name, feeling you both reach climax together. You moan onto his tongue, body tensing again as you reach your high together. You could hear the glitching, hoping it didn't happen throughout the whole digital world. He releases into you, no chance to pull out as you've locked your legs around his hips.

-

The crew came back a little earlier than you expected. They lead Jax back to his set-up that Kinger this time was in charge of moving.

You and Caine were sat at the couch set up, deciding to finish your tea time there. You were in a comfier outfit rather than your usual model, with your legs curled underneath you. Caine handed you a warm mug before excitedly greeting the group.

You watch lovingly as he helped un-glitch Zooble's arms after leading Jax back. Pomni and Ragatha coming up to you.

"You look way more relaxed, what'd you guys do? Maybe we should join you both next time" She asks

You flush and stammer, "Erm, we had tea time"

Pomni looks at you suspiciously, "You're cup is still full" she points out, looking at your mug.

You blush more, bright red graphics gracing your face, "Well— we had multiple cups of tea"

"For hours?" Gangle chimes in, joining the conversation after overhearing and seeing your virtual blush graphics.

"We made a lot of conversation!" You snap back defensively

"Uh-huh" Gangle says, a sly grin on her face

"What are you guys suggesting?" Ragatha asks innocently, she had an idea but could not believe it

Pomni still squints suspiciously "I'm not sure, but something definitely happened. We all saw the glitching"

You sigh exasperated, Caine floating in and defending you. "We were just practicing her imagination conjuring abilities! It got a little overwhelming" He says in his normal, energetic voice, successfully getting everyone to drop it.

Ragatha shrugs and starts to walk back to Kinger and Zooble, Pomni still eyes you, and Gangle has a knowing smile on her face, mentioning something about looking out for hearts coming from your room.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! I'm so freaky about Caine sry yall hes so foine. Anyway I got this idea cuz in the credits art in the last episode there was hearts coming from Zooble or Gangle's room. The circus isnt censored anymore yipee. I also waited until after the episode dropped on youtube to post this so hope yall enjoyed

[mimosa-sexypeople-contests-2026]

Tumblr Sexyman Contest 2026 Round 4 Part 11

Mr. Ant Tenna (Deltarune)

Caine (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Voting ended onJun 29

Tenna art by @9Aaaalt29 on twt

[omg-imstillatotalmess]

Spock with a partner who’s very open about also having a heat cycle but fails to mention what it specifically entails. Come to find out it’s a lot of very aggressive care taking and territorial stuff. His partner pinning him to the bed or chair until they’ve decided he eaten enough or rested enough. Spock having to also make sure his partner is eating and sleeping and not just worrying about him. His partner getting pissy whenever anyone touches him or stands to close And if they weren’t together yet?? And no one knows why they’re only acting this way towards Spock??

I fucking love this. Heat cycles that don't start horny are some of my favorite things in the world. Especially when the whole thing is just confusing to the people witnessing it. Especially, especially, when Spock would literally just...let it happen. Like he is not about to fuck with what your heat cycle is telling you because he knows how serious it can get. His heat cycle tells him to kill people, so, ya know, aggressive caretaking isn't really that bad. However, he has questions. Please imagine:

"Lieutenant, far be it from me to question the whims of your hormones, but may I ask you some clarifying questions?" Spock asked. You tucked another blanket around him almost aggressively, but nodded.

"Sure, just stay still," you said, distractedly. You needed to add a pillow.

"Is there a particular reason for your fixation?" he asked.

"Fixation?" you asked. Turning, you dug through your stash of soft blankets and extra fluffy pillows you only pulled out in the days before your heat. Spock needed to rest. He, at the very least, needed to stay put in a comfortable position for more than a couple hours at a time.

"With me, Lieutenant," he clarified. He shuffled a little, leaning more into the pillows you'd surrounded him with in spite of himself.

"My hormones have decided you're very bad at taking care of yourself, Mr. Spock," you said. Then you squinted at him, taking in the dark circles under his eyes and the way he had started melting into your nest. "And they're right."

"I am quite capable of taking care of myself," he said.

"You let the captain send you directly into danger, knowing full well you hadn't slept in days," you said, adjusting a blanket.

"Vulcans do not require as much rest as human beings," he said pointedly.

"More than you've been getting," you countered. He raised an eyebrow at you, half offended, half curious. You crawled into the blankets beside him and pulled him against your chest. Maximum comfort. Part of you expected him to stiffen or pull away, but he didn't. In fact, he very subtly leaned into your touch. You could feel his energy thrumming under his skin. Surface thoughts that were more half-formed feelings. Poor thing really was tired and oh so very touch starved.

"You are aware of my sleeping habits?" he asked.

"We spend a lot of time together, Mr. Spock. I know a lot of things about you," you laughed. The weight of his head settled on your chest, and you could feel a little thrill.

"I see. So your fixation is a product of our proximity?" he asked.

"Not exactly." Gently, you threaded your fingers through his hair.

"Clarify." Tension drained from his shoulders almost unnoticeably. The shift in his energy was intoxicating. Stress unraveling into something warm and slow. You smiled, practically purring.

"There's more to it than that. I mean, proximity helps, but I like you," you said. He shifted, confusion rolling off him in waves.

"Fascinating. Caretaking behaviors due to friendship rather than specifically for mating purposes," he said, more to himself than you.

"No," you said, a smile pulling at the corner of your mouth.

"No?"

"My body has decided you're the ideal mate, Mr. Spock. My caretaking behavior has nothing but horny intent. If anything, it's a little selfish," you laughed.

"Selfish? How so?" he asked.

"Well, theoretically, I want you fed and well rested before we spend the next week mating," you said.

You expected that with his new understanding, Spock would pull himself out of your nest and leave, but he didn't. He was quiet for a long time. The energy rolling off him became more muddled, thoughtful. You waited for him to make sense of everything, still stroking his hair and fussing with the blankets. He wrapped a hesitant arm around your waist. A decision. A statement without words. You smiled, pressing your cheek against the top of his head.

"That is...logical," he said quietly.

"Isn't it, though? Now get some sleep. Your energy is driving me crazy. I can tell how tired you are, but it's still so busy," you said. He shifted again, allowing himself to relax into you. A little anticipation bubbled under his skin.

"And when I wake up?"

"I'll probably try to feed you again."

[omg-imstillatotalmess]

I may have gotten carried away with this, but I can’t stop thinking about Vulcan anatomy. Specifically, Spock having a genital sheath and being able to eat him out. I needed to get this out of my system. Enjoy!

Pairing: Spock x reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), sub Spock, alien genitals, oral sex, egregious use of an English to Vulcan translator

Pulling insistently at the waistband of Spock's pants, you nearly growled when his hands found your wrists. You stilled reluctantly. He was just teasing you at this point. Letting you get him into your quarters, laid out on your couch, shirt hiked up to reveal the fine line of hair leading to what you really wanted, only to stop you before you could follow it. Your half-glare did nothing to loosen his grip. He watched you carefully with flushed green cheeks and shy eyes. You raised your eyebrow at him.

"I do not believe you will find what you are expecting," he said quietly.

"You do have genitals, don't you?" you asked.

"I do, however--"

"Okay, and you want to fuck me, right?"

"I would not put it in such terms, but yes," he said, blush deepening from a soft jade to a dark olive. You smiled at him, gently pulling one wrist from his grasp.

"Fantastic. We're good then," you said.

"(Y/N)," he said, sounding more unsure than you would have expected.

"Spock, whatever you have, I want it. I want you," you soothed. You stroked lightly down his happy trail, feeling his muscles contract under your fingers. The hand holding your other wrist fell away.

Grinning, you dug your fingers excitedly into the waistband of his standard-issue pants and yanked them down. You paused, blinking once. Spock must have noticed your hesitation, closing his legs as much as he could with you between them. Pushing them aside, you continued admiring him.

In front of you was better than any fantasy you had cooked up in your head over the past months with him. A slick, pretty slit sat between his legs, the head of his cock already flushed green and peeking out. Licking your lips, you slid your hands to the crease of his thighs, pulling the lips of his sheath apart gently with your thumbs. A low whimper fell from his mouth.

"Fuck," you breathed, running your thumb appreciatively over the slick folds.

"I attempted to warn you. Vulcan anatomy differs somewhat from humans, such as having a genital sheath to protect our sex organs," Spock said in a shaky voice.

"I see," you said, not paying much attention to the words.

"Are you off put?" he asked.

"No." You rubbed through his folds again, this time intentionally bumping the head of his cock. His hips bucked lightly into your hand, and he let out a shuddering breath.

"You are staring," he said. Again, he closed his legs shyly around you. You pushed them open.

"Can I ask you something?" you asked, thoughts swirling in your head. Not one of them PG.

"Of course," he replied.

"Would you let me eat you out? Would you enjoy that?" you asked. Your mouth was already watering at the thought of lapping up the slick dripping from his sheath.

"I don't believe I am familiar with the term," he said, eyebrows pulling together lightly, "But to infer your meaning, you wish to perform oral sex on me?"

"Uh-huh," you nodded. His blush darkened, crawling down his neck to the top of his chest.

"I would be ameinable to that course of action," he said, shivering slightly. You huffed a soft laugh, settling yourself on your stomach between his legs.

Slipping your hands under his butt, you angled his hips toward your waiting mouth. His scent was heavy there, heady and masculine. You licked a broad stripe over him. The slick that gathered on your tongue felt like honey spilling down your throat, and Spock's answering moan only made it better. You pressed your tongue further into him, gently licking his sheath open. The tip of his cock bumped against your nose.

A wild gasp tore from his throat as he arched away from the cushions. His hips shifted against your face. He was holding back. The little twitches and tremors spoke to how badly he wanted to buck into the friction. You took it as a challenge. How much could you put him through before he broke? You nudged forward, curling your tongue against what felt like more of his dick. He keened above you, hands scrambling for purchase. One gripped the back of the couch like a lifeline while the other pressed over his own mouth to muffle any more sounds.

His slick was coming faster now, coating your chin and cheeks. The little that your lips couldn't catch dripped onto your couch. You swallowed, humming at the way Spock whined behind his own hand. Dragging your tongue up his folds, you swirled it around the tip of his cock. Finally, his hips bucked forward like he couldn't hold them anymore.

"Bath'paik, kosu!" he gasped out. You smiled. You had no clue what that meant, but the fact that he had reverted to his native language made heat flare between your legs.

"Feel good?" you asked, pulling away with a loud, wet slurping sound. Spock shivered, hips shifting again, and nodded.

"Good." You kissed his thigh once before ducking down to lap at him again.

Spock ground his hips in time with every little movement you made. Slick dribbled out of him as his cock pushed out further, hot, hard, and aching to be touched. He slipped a hand down, gasping desperately at it. Instead, he found your hand waiting. You weaved your fingers through his, glancing up at him mischievously.

"Uh-uh," you hummed.

"Sanoi!" he whined, looking down at you with a pleading expression. You'd never seen him so utterly debauched. Almost completely separated from his usual control. He tugged lightly at his hand, eyes begging you to understand.

"Hm?"

"Please," he managed, finally finding a word you knew with some difficulty.

Without responding, you wrapped your hand around his cock. The sound he let out was raw and high in his throat. You let him grind wildly between your hand and your mouth. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to be swept up in his pleasure as though it were your own. You liked him like this, you decided, strung out, desperate, and practically crying for the pleasure of your touch. A gentle brush against your cheek brought your eyes back to his.

"Hm? What is it, love?" you asked, pulling back.

"I-I did not--" he sputtered. Then you noticed them. Two little green tendrils reaching for you from his sheath. You let go of his hand, bringing your own down to meet them.

"What are they?" you asked. You stared, transfixed, as they curled around your fingers as though trying to pull them into his sheath.

"Fra'ls," he panted.

"What are they for?" You rubbed one gently with your thumb. It was smooth, almost slippery, to the touch. Spock nearly howled, head dropping back against the arm of the couch with a thud. Sensitive. A wicked little smile pulled at the corners of your mouth. You kept rubbing them.

"They-ah-they are meant to hooold one's p-partner and stim-stimu--(Y/N), please!" he cried, a fresh wave of slick pouring from both his sheath and the tip of his cock.

"They're sensitve," you said.

"Typically, they on-only extend during the Pon Farr, so it s-staaands to rea-reason they would be-oooh-sensitive," he said. Poor thing was both trying and failing to get a grip on his control.

"Very sensitive," you teased. Turning your head, you ghosted your tongue over the length of one.

"Yes," he whimpered, hips rolling helplessly.

"God, look how wet this makes you, Spock. Just playing with them did all this," you said. You dragged your fingers, still tangled with his fra'ls, through the wetness at his entrance. His legs trembled.

"Do not tease. Please, not now," he begged.

"Alright, alright," you said. Slowly, you began stroking his cock again and lowered your face back to his weeping sheath.

Untangling his fra'ls from your fingers, you guided them towards your mouth. They quickly found a home in the wet heat. They moved inside your mouth on their own, slithering over your teeth and curling lightly around your tongue. Spock sobbed above you, rocking desperately into the sensations. His hand found yours again and gripped it as though it was his only tether to reality.

Sloppy, wet sounds and Spock's wild moaning filled your small quarters. So loud you wondered briefly if it could be heard in the corridor outside. You had never seen him so expressive. Dark eyes lidded and teary, flushed a deep olive all the way to the tips of his ears, mouth hanging open around Vulcan words you didn't understand.

"Ik olau ni rom! Don't stop!" he groaned.

You pushed yourself faster. Licking into him, you gave his fra'ls a light suck and squeezed his cock. He bowed away from the couch, crying out in a way you recognized instantly. He was close. You could practically feel him teetering on the edge. Flicking your eyes up, you caught his gaze and held his hand a little tighter.

"Go on," you slurred around his fra'ls and copious amounts of slick, "Cum for me."

Spock's eyes rolled back, hips thrusting erratically. With one final cry of your name, his legs snapped closed around your head. A warm gush of slick coated your lips as spurts of cum dripped down your hand. You licked him through his orgasm gently. When his body finally relaxed, you sat up and wiped your mouth on your sleeve.

“Wanna go again?” you asked teasingly.

“Your seemingly limitless sex drive is fascinating,” Spock panted, lifting his head to give you a flat look. You just smiled at him.

“That's not a no, Mr. Spock," you said. He shifted his hips.

"It is not."

You laid back down.

For my friends who want to know what the Vulcan words mean:

Bath'paik, kosu - Damn you, woman

Sanoi - Please

Ik olau ni rom - That feels so good

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i redrew it + with human skin tones! :)

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