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Oils - by yeaka
Jim Kirk is looking right at him. Those vivid eyes pierce right through Spock’s being, freezing Spock’s hand. Leonard quietly grumbles, “Of course he’d look this way. Ass.” Jim is turned towards them; they can’t see his ass.

Jim’s lips quirk up in a slight smile, as though he heard Leonard’s comment. Fortunately, the teacher doesn’t seem to have heard. She’s still across the room, scolding a Tellarite for his use of purple paint.

Spock slowly lowers his brush to his palette, but his eyes are still on Jim’s body. Jim’s face. Jim’s chest. He can feel his blush deepening but refuses to look lower. Jim’s standing with one leg thrust out to the side and one arm half raised. Spock will have to draw only his bust. Leonard mutters, “I’m gonna give him a small ween.”

Spock doesn’t know what a ‘ween’ is and doesn’t want to ask. He can tell that Leonard’s extremely bothered by this model and can tell why. Spock knows absolutely nothing about Jim Kirk aside from the fact that he’s devastatingly attractive, yet Spock would be willing to bet that he’s trouble. And Spock doesn’t usually make bets.

It’s not advised to talk during the class, but Spock risks whispering to Leonard anyway, “Do you know him?”

“Do I know him?” Leonard repeats. “That’s my best friend!”
st:tos  spock&mccoy  kirk/spock  starfleet.edu  art 
4 days ago by runpunkrun
FRIEND, BROTHER, LOVER — mizunocaitlin: princenimoy: Me the first time I...
Hi @mizunocaitlin! I’m really sorry you’ve been having a bad time. Here’s a list of places I read my K/S fanfiction other than ao3. (And of course new K/S content appears every day, so don’t despair!)

ksarchive
thyla
@starfleetofficeranna‘s list of K/S fics published before the year 2001

You might also have some luck digging around on fanfiction dot net or livejournal, or better yet, privately hosted sites. For example, T’lin’s collection of fanfiction. Also Arigol and Saavant. 

And if you STILL run out, you can always look on tumblr for recommendations and blogs who regularly post links to new content.
k/s  kirk/spock  st  st:tos  fic  recs 
25 days ago by timberwolfoz
spock: lieutenant… this is a difficult request for... — the good kush™
spock: lieutenant… this is a difficult request for me to make and you are under no obligation to agree to it, but i implore you to seduce my fiancee, T'pring. it is custom to remain on vulcan for a minimum of 2 years following marriage. i cannot leave the enterprise, or……………………………….the captain. she must be convinced to reject me
uhura: what does she look like
spock: this is she *shows pic*
uhura: *frantically popping off her acrylic nails* damn say no more
st:tos  amoktime  spock  uhura  t'pring  *splorfle* 
4 weeks ago by timberwolfoz
actually spock invented pon farr bc he was feeling...
actually spock invented pon farr bc he was feeling cranky and didn’t want to go through the embarrassment of admitting it. also to see jim’s titties.

I love this post because it carries the implication that he managed to get his fiancé, her boyfriend, and his grandmother, a high ranking politician, to play along with this, and I desperately, desperately want this fic

“Listen, T'Pring, I know we have not been in contact for 3.27 years, but there is a cute guy on my ship, and I need you to be my wing woman. Also I know you’ve been seeing Stonn so this would be a great opportunity to break up this engagement”

“Your logic is sound. I will be there”
meta  st:tos  k/s  amoktime  spock  kirk  kirk/spock  t'pring 
4 weeks ago by timberwolfoz
Ardor
ThereBeWhalesHere - Kirk/Spock, E --- 4,727

AU where everything is the same, but when Vulcans find their soulmate they sense it through their pheromones. These pheromones are, well, incredibly insistent. Spock's pretty sure he's immune to them until he meets one James T. Kirk. Really this is just an excuse to write sexually-frustrated!Spock who's pretty much DTF from the get-go.
ao3  star-trek  st:tos  kirk/spock  *e  w.b::2-5k  ;★★★  soulmates  scent  ust  first  bj 
10 weeks ago by we.are.golden
Pet Peeves - by dogpoet
Spock held the black cat in his lap, stroking its fur. Jim narrowed his eyes. Unless cats were out in the barn catching mice, he had no use for them. They were aloof, cruel creatures who never obeyed orders. Jim was particularly suspicious of them when they arrived in the arms of men who beamed aboard and claimed to be from unknown planets. The mysterious Mr. Seven had said he needed to get to earth to save it from destruction. That was just bunk. The fact that Mr. Seven's cat had attacked one of the security guards hadn't escaped Jim's notice either.

"What do you think of the cat, Mr. Spock?" Jim asked. He suspected there was more to the beast than met the eye. Spock always had some scientific hypotheses to offer.

"Quite a lovely animal, Jim. I find myself strangely drawn to it."

Jim narrowed his eyes even more, and ground his teeth. It was clear that the cat was exerting some sort of power over Spock's mind. "I meant," Jim said, "do you have any theories as to its origins or its powers? Was it communicating in some way with Mr. Seven?" He didn't like how the cat was taking up all of Spock's attention, and not in a research-oriented way.

Spock considered the cat for a moment. The cat lifted its head and looked Spock in the eye. "I could form a telepathic bond with her in order to obtain answers to your questions."

"That won't be necessary," Jim said sharply. The last thing he wanted was some feline/Vulcan mind-meld going on under his watch. There was no telling what the cat might do to Spock if given access to his brain. Jim had seen the results of that kind of thing before. No one was going to do any mind-melding with Spock unless his name was James T. Kirk. There were other ways to get information. Jim turned to the computer. He'd find out what Mr. Seven was up to without Spock's -- or the cat's -- help. But Jim planned to stick close to Spock just in case the cat tried anything funny.
st:tos  kirk/spock  ep-related  cats  via:runpunkrun 
10 weeks ago by talitha78
This Is Just to Say - by dogpoet
Someone had been leaving little notes around. Little poems. Jim found himself staring at one of them at breakfast. How had it gotten on his tray? Was this the ship's doing? Was it spewing out the equivalent of fortunes on bits of paper? Was it a replicator malfunction? It all seemed much more targeted than that.

Jim read the bit of poetry again.

this is just to say
yesterday
your uniform bunched up
showing
your abdomen
so pale and delicious

Jim recalled his shirt riding up during his shift the previous day, but who else would have noticed? And of those people, who would have written him this note? He glanced around to see if anyone was looking his way, but no one was. Nurse Chapel sat at the table with him, but she was talking animatedly to Scotty about something or another, God knew what, since they had nothing in common. Jim squinted at the piece of paper. Of course, no one wrote notes by hand anymore. There was no way of identifying the script.
st:tos  kirk/spock  epistolary  poetry  via:runpunkrun 
10 weeks ago by talitha78
This Is Just to Say - by dogpoet
Someone had been leaving little notes around. Little poems. Jim found himself staring at one of them at breakfast. How had it gotten on his tray? Was this the ship's doing? Was it spewing out the equivalent of fortunes on bits of paper? Was it a replicator malfunction? It all seemed much more targeted than that.

Jim read the bit of poetry again.

this is just to say
yesterday
your uniform bunched up
showing
your abdomen
so pale and delicious

Jim recalled his shirt riding up during his shift the previous day, but who else would have noticed? And of those people, who would have written him this note? He glanced around to see if anyone was looking his way, but no one was. Nurse Chapel sat at the table with him, but she was talking animatedly to Scotty about something or another, God knew what, since they had nothing in common. Jim squinted at the piece of paper. Of course, no one wrote notes by hand anymore. There was no way of identifying the script.
st:tos  kirk/spock  epistolary  poetry 
10 weeks ago by runpunkrun
Pet Peeves - by dogpoet
Spock held the black cat in his lap, stroking its fur. Jim narrowed his eyes. Unless cats were out in the barn catching mice, he had no use for them. They were aloof, cruel creatures who never obeyed orders. Jim was particularly suspicious of them when they arrived in the arms of men who beamed aboard and claimed to be from unknown planets. The mysterious Mr. Seven had said he needed to get to earth to save it from destruction. That was just bunk. The fact that Mr. Seven's cat had attacked one of the security guards hadn't escaped Jim's notice either.

"What do you think of the cat, Mr. Spock?" Jim asked. He suspected there was more to the beast than met the eye. Spock always had some scientific hypotheses to offer.

"Quite a lovely animal, Jim. I find myself strangely drawn to it."

Jim narrowed his eyes even more, and ground his teeth. It was clear that the cat was exerting some sort of power over Spock's mind. "I meant," Jim said, "do you have any theories as to its origins or its powers? Was it communicating in some way with Mr. Seven?" He didn't like how the cat was taking up all of Spock's attention, and not in a research-oriented way.

Spock considered the cat for a moment. The cat lifted its head and looked Spock in the eye. "I could form a telepathic bond with her in order to obtain answers to your questions."

"That won't be necessary," Jim said sharply. The last thing he wanted was some feline/Vulcan mind-meld going on under his watch. There was no telling what the cat might do to Spock if given access to his brain. Jim had seen the results of that kind of thing before. No one was going to do any mind-melding with Spock unless his name was James T. Kirk. There were other ways to get information. Jim turned to the computer. He'd find out what Mr. Seven was up to without Spock's -- or the cat's -- help. But Jim planned to stick close to Spock just in case the cat tried anything funny.
st:tos  kirk/spock  ep-related  cats 
10 weeks ago by runpunkrun
Desire - by yeaka
The familiar sounds of the bridge itself aren’t magnified—the constant beeps and whirs of the machinery hum all around him, just like always, but the other sounds echo in his ears. Every bated breath, every nervous twitch, each little rustle of clothing—it’s thunderous to him now, just like the smell of them—Sulu’s rich cologne and the floral remnants of Uhura’s shampoo. He can practically feel their warmth from his captain’s chair. He looks to the helm, and he just wants to reach out and grab Chekov by the arms, throw him over the navigation console and drive into him like—

Jim swallows. He tilts his head back, trying to slink deeper into his captain’s chair. He’s the captain, for goodness’ sake. He can’t go on like this. He can’t keep staring at Sulu’s broad shoulders, picturing him practicing shirtless in the gym. Scotty’s over by the Engineering station, just checking readings over Riley’s shoulder, and Jim shouldn’t think about Scotty in a kilt bending over for his captain. Uhura’s dress is tantalizingly short. Her voice is so sweet, and when she quietly hums beneath her breath, Jim can hear every note rippling across his skin like a gentle caress. He would be gentle with her. But he’d be rough with Sulu, because he knows Sulu could take it, and Jim doesn’t really care how or why he gets it, he just needs it, needs to fuck someone now. He salivates for it, starves for it. Food has been like ash ever since his infection. Sex is all he wants. He can’t live without it.
st:tos  kirk/spock  sick  aphrodisiacs 
10 weeks ago by runpunkrun
Rack - by yeaka
Spock parts their lips just enough to murmur, “Are you still interested in me, Captain?”

Jim could almost laugh. That should be incredibly obvious. He kisses the side of Spock’s mouth and asks, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I was raised alongside a human and am used to your kind. But I am very alien to you,” Spock reminds him, as though that’s news at all. Jim never thinks of Spock as a Vulcan. He thinks of Spock as Spock, nothing more and nothing less. The differences don’t matter. But Spock lists off anyway, “My pointed ears, my green blood, my lack of antlers...”

That was the strangest one. Spock’s ears are certainly different. The green flush to his skin when he becomes aroused is unique but thrilling, hardly bothersome—it’s only a colour. The fact that Vulcans don’t have the decorative horns that humans do was incredibly jarring at first—an entire missing body part that made Spock looks so vulnerable. But Jim has since grown used to it. He insists, “I don’t mind.” After all, he’s been with plenty of other aliens. Most aliens don’t have antlers. Spock has always been his favourite.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  kissing  bodies 
11 weeks ago by runpunkrun
Note - by yeaka
There is no logic in wasting valuable credits on specially prepared drinks that he could easily synthesize in his dorm room, but Spock frequently does so anyway. There are a dozen small cafes within walking distance of the Academy and two locations within the premises, but Spock crosses the street to one in particular—the USS Enterprise, named after the starship Spock would someday like to serve on. He only ever goes to that one place, having stumbled on it in the middle of the night during a particularly difficult bout of exams that even his Vulcan genes couldn’t keep him awake for. After doing nothing but attending class and studying for three days in a row, he had to resort to the human pleasure-drug colloquially known as ‘caffeine.’ The coffee was dark, rich, bitter but relatively pleasant. Spock aced all his tests. He wouldn’t have gone back again, except that the barista had written an encouraging message on his cup, and bizarrely, nonsensically, those words had gotten him through the stress more than the caffeine did.

Spock now drinks coffee frequently enough to warrant a travel mug, but he uses the recyclable paper kind anyway, because they wouldn’t write on a personal one.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  starfleet.edu  food  flirting 
11 weeks ago by runpunkrun
Pauper - by yeaka
He comes straight to the counter, close enough that Jim can see the fluorescent lights create a halo in his neatly trimmed black hair. He opens his mouth, perhaps to get Bones’ attention, but Bones already sees him and meanders over, barking, “We don’t take Federation credits here.”

The alien’s frown tightens. Clearly, he hadn’t expected that. Before he can protest, Jim fills in, “Put it on my tab.”

Bones gives him that look that says not again, but Jim just grins and waits for Bones to cave. Bones rolls his eyes and asks, “What’d you want, pointy?”

The Starfleet officer looks wholly unamused by the nickname. He glances sideways at Jim, and pauses, seeming to consider the offer. Jim makes an obvious sweep of the man’s trim body, eyeing him up from his long shoes to the smooth jut of his hips to the tips of his exotic ears. Jim’s smile is plenty warm and inviting—he likes what he sees.

After a moment, the alien slowly answers, “Water.”

Bones snorts and sarcastically tells Jim, “This one’s a keeper.” Jim just grins. He doesn’t need alcohol to get his partners in the mood. Bones disappears into the back and remerges with a mug of clear water that the alien doesn’t touch.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  bars  royalty 
11 weeks ago by runpunkrun
Pooka - by yeaka
Spock arrives in the dining room at precisely six o’clock, just as he should, and his tiny forehead scrunches up when he looks around to find the head of the table empty. It makes Amanda’s heart clench, because she knows just what Spock’s thinking. She knows it hurts him, even though he doesn’t say it. Amanda smoothly informs him, “Your father’s working late tonight. But I’m sure he’ll be back soon.” She isn’t actually sure. But she knows that Spock already feels neglected and doesn’t want to make it worse.

She sets the table, serving him his soup and salad, and Spock climbs up into his chair and wordlessly accepts it. As Amanda settles into her own seat, it occurs to her that this could be an opportunity. She loves her husband, truly does, and she’s come to an agreement in regards to parenting, even though she doesn’t fully agree with it. But this absence could be an opportunity. Amanda genuinely believes that all children deserve a moment to unwind every now and then, especially ones with human blood.

So she suggests, “Spock... why don’t you invite your friend to join us.”

Spock glances up at her, looking momentarily confused. Amanda doesn’t have to clarify which friend, because as much as it pains her to acknowledge it, Spock only has one. Spock informs her, “It would be illogical to invite an imaginary friend to eat corporeal food.”
st:tos  au  kirk&spock  vulcan  meet-as-kids 
11 weeks ago by runpunkrun
Enticed - by yeaka
Jim’s seen a lot of beautiful people in his time. He’s met Orion women, watched new Ylfrettub adults emerge from their cocoon, and he even shares a ship with Spock. But the people of Mrennenimus II are like walking sexual fantasies born out of other’s wet dreams. There are times when he’s watching one talk, and they don’t even feel real, because the more he looks, the more he wants to salivate, and he can feel their bedroom eyes pulling at him. He couldn’t even pinpoint exactly what it is about them. They just all look... perfect.

“Pheromones,” Leonard grunts, once the princess has left their company and drifted back across the large room to the rest of the delegation. There are only seven Mrennenimians in the enormous hall, which is about all Jim can handle, and they seem to be sending people forward to speak one at a time. Maybe they know the effect they have and are trying to be polite. While the Mrennenimians group around one another, maybe deciding who to send next, Leonard tilts his tricorder towards Jim and Spock. “I don’t think they’re doing it on purpose—seems to be a natural process for them. But it’s definitely affecting us.” Jim agrees. He’s hardly a saint, but he doesn’t usually gawk quite so badly. Spock tugs lightly at his sleeve.

“If I could have a word, Captain?” Spock asks, nodding towards the pillars behind them.
st:tos  kirk/spock  off-world  aphrodisiacs 
11 weeks ago by runpunkrun
Shorts - by yeaka
“Sorry, Captain,” Uhura’s soothing voice cuts in. “The Mrennenimians just contacted us with a last minute question.”

In Jim’s peripherals, he can see Spock lifting a brow. Thus far, the aliens below have proven somewhat scatterbrained by Federation standards, and this breech of protocol is just further proof of their uniqueness. Jim tells his communications officer, “Let’s hear it, Lieutenant.”

There’s a quickly muffled noise on the other side that might be Chekov laughing. Uhura’s voice wavers, but she continues in a forced calm: “They’d like to know if you’ve removed your pants, Captain.”

From behind Jim, Bones mutters, “What the...” Scotty’s barely stifling his surprise. Spock’s brow knits, and Jim pauses.

“Excuse me, Lieutenant?”

Chekov is definitely laughing. Sulu might be too. Jim can’t even fully blame them. Uhura impressively ignores them. “They say the surface of Mrennenimus Prime is covered entirely in waist-high water. Their sanctioned beam-down site is in a courtyard outside, where you’ll have to wade through this water to reach the parliamentary building. Apparently, they’ve just now finished going through the Federation records we sent down, and they consider our concept of ‘pants’ to be unfit for their planet.” Someone mutters something behind her, and she adds, “Underwear is okay.”
st:tos  kirk/spock  clothes 
november 2019 by runpunkrun
LLAP - by yeaka
Spock’s quarters must be uncomfortably warm for him, but Jim makes no complaint. He sits square in the middle of Spock’s bed, legs folded, back straight, eyes bright and beautiful. Spock’s logic doesn’t prevent him from seeing the art in his surroundings. He asks, “Try again.”

Jim does. His lips twitch, maybe holding back a smile, and he lifts his hand, trying to spread his fingers, but he can’t seem to part them down the middle properly. Two stick together, the ring and pinky finger unable to connect. Jim stares at it for a moment, as though concentrating hard, but he can’t seem to make the solute come together as it should. Finally, he sighs. He drops his hand into his lap and shrugs his shoulders.

Spock notes, “You should have learned this at the Academy.”

“I should have,” Jim agrees, “But I didn’t.” He says it so matter-of-factly, as though he isn’t Starfleet’s greatest captain, serving with a Vulcan first officer, unable to give a simple alien greeting. Spock lets out a steadying breath and realizes that he’ll have to take further measures.
st:tos  kirk/spock  training 
november 2019 by runpunkrun
Mirage - by yeaka
The journey to the oasis takes approximately nine point six hours traveling on foot, but it’s necessary for survival. There is no water source closer to his shelter, and there is no shelter by the oasis. The desert is a flat, merciless plane, which would burn him alive at the sun’s peak and freeze him to death at its lowest descent. Spock must make the long trip at precisely the right time, as his father did before him and his grandfather before that, all the way back to Surak first discovering the spring. Spock carries two enormous buckets in each hand, intending to take all that he can, enough to sustain his clan for another several days. If a wild la matya should catch him, or his own legs simply give out, Stonn will be sent in his stead, and the tradition will continue.

Spock prefers to be the one to go. He always volunteers. No one else ever does. No one else has ever mentioned the same incentive that he finds waiting for him, and under the influence of the broiling desert heat, Spock can’t help but wonder if it’s all a trick of his dizzy mind.
st:tos  au  gen  vulcan  water 
november 2019 by runpunkrun
Disparate - by yeaka
There’s something so horribly twisted about kissing himself over his lover’s shoulder, but Jim does it anyway, because he loves the strangled moan that snakes out of Spock’s throat. Jim’s own tongue tastes like ash in his mouth, and his doppelganger is too forceful with his teeth, but he knows Spock likes the way it looks. So he indulges it until he can’t stand being bitten anymore, and then he pulls away to share something chaste and sweet with his first officer.

Spock leans right into him. Spock’s entire body strains closer, arms locking tighter around his waist and cock driving deeper into his channel—Jim nearly chokes on the feeling of being filled; Spock’s so long, so thick, so warm. The heat cloys at Jim’s body from the inside out. Spock rolls into him at a fluid, sensual pace, though Jim can see just how erratically the other Jim is bucking into him. That Captain Kirk fucks Spock with purpose, driving in and out at a merciless speed. Jim can feel the vibrations of it throughout Spock’s pliant body. But Spock is impressively restrained, and he takes that virile pounding without delivering it in return. His thrusts are measured, almost gentle. Jim rides him in the front while the second Kirk fucks Spock from behind. It’s a sticky mess of limbs and mouths and dripping sweat, but Jim’s grateful for the opportunity. He feels like he’s consuming Spock more wholly than he ever has.

He knows Spock loves it too. He can see it in the dark haze of Spock’s dilated eyes. Spock’s kisses are more frantic than usual, his fingers digging in just a bit too much. He hasn’t said a word about it. He must have thought this whole idea insane. And it is. But it’s worth it. In a way, Jim loves seeing the image of himself utterly wrecking his first officer.
st:tos  kirk/spock  ep-related  seeingdouble  threesome 
october 2019 by runpunkrun
sqoiler: kirk/spock forced to marry
“If you keep arguing, it’ll be a court martial,” Pike said, looking beyond tired. Kirk opened his mouth, then closed it.

“There’s nothing we can do?” he asked. They were on the bridge, Pike’s call on the viewscreen for the whole crew to see. Kirk was fixated on Pike, but he had heard the crew’s reaction to the news. Nobody wanted this.

Pike didn’t even want it, as far as Kirk could tell, but the other admirals made their decision. Kirk supposed it was good that Pike had delivered the news instead of someone else, but he still didn’t like it.

“Afraid not,” Pike said. “Unless that first officer of yours is married and decided not to tell us.”

Kirk put his hands to his chin in thought, then twisted around in his chair to look first at McCoy, who looked pissed. Well–more pissed than usual. Kirk then looked at Uhura, whose lips were pursed like she was trying not to say something. Sulu was slumped over in defeat and Chekov was stiff in his seat. Rand looked rather like she was trying not to cry. Kirk, finally, twisted around to look at Spock, who was, as always, standing right behind him.

Their eyes met, and an agreement passed between them.

“What if…” Kirk said.

“I suppose it is time,” Spock said.

“Wait, what are you–” Pike started to say, but Kirk shushed him.

“Rand, go get Scotty. Mr. Spock?”

Rand hurried out of the room. In the corner of Kirk’s eye, he could see that Uhura was beginning to smile.
st:tos  kirk/spock  marriage 
october 2019 by runpunkrun

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