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Spock/Uhura Request Meme

Here is where you can request Spock/Uhura fic. All character versions are allowed (TOS Spock, AOS/nu! Spock, Spock Prime, Mirror Verse Spock and the same applies to Uhura). Requests can be kink or not, it doesn't really matter. You may request using your user name or post anonymously.

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So cute! This is adorable!

Mirror!Uhura as a badass morally ambiguous temptress. Have her make Spock suffer.

Along with the rest of the crew, not wanting to offend the natives, they dress in leather. Lick the leather

Op here. Vinyl is good too
http://www.fantasiawear.com/vinyl-clothing.htm

http://www.fantasiawear.com/leather.htm

Multi-chapter?

I love Sense and Sensibility, too. xD

it can be multi chapter. i don't mind

Mind Blowing Mind Meld sMex.

Awesome story. I like how you have that it was Spock who pulled the first move, not Nyota.

I see all these fic where Uhura can read him. How if he did this or that, it would appear cold to them but to her, convey all this emotion (like the slight tug of his lips, eyebrow furrow, etc). I'm sure getting to that point had to have been frustrating. I imagine him giving one word answers, not elaborating and things like that. I'd like to see a fic where she's having a hard time with the relationship thanks to this. A fluff ending is a must cause I'm a sap like that. Getting porn would be a bonus but not a requirement. Thanks anon

Seconding this and possibly writing it when I get back from my vacation.

Something where Uhura is fascinated and turned on by Spock's ears (i.e. kissing, licking, stroking, breath play, etc).
Not only that, but his ears are sensitive (sexually sensitive? normal-sensitive? whatever you want) and it turns him on.

Hot, needy sex ensues.

Lovely story. I'd like to save it in my hard drive with your name on it but I can't find it. If you don't want to post it publicly could you send it in a message ? Thank you
Hope to read more stories by you

I want Spock's preferably humorous reaction to the Ladder Theory.

Okay, so the prompts are "chase", and "hide and seek".

Maybe it's just me, but wouldn't it be hot picturing Spock chasing after Uhura and being all assertive, and saying sexy logical things like "You may continue in your attempts to elude my grasp, Nyota. However, by the end of the night you will be mine."
... Maybe that's not the best way to put it. But just imagine him lookin' at her with his smoldering eyes!
*is a puddle of goo*

And here's another thought.... I'm sure all of you have read stories where it's always Spock's "first time", and it's obvious why it would be. But what about a story where it was Uhura's first time too? I personally see her as the type of person who never really got into too many relationships because she was always studying and whatnot.

Seconded! I may even write one myself XD

Pairing: Spock/Uhura
Prompt: Hover bike

Notes: Inspired by this (http://community.livejournal.com/witshit/7675.html) awesome fic about Spock having a hover bike like his father, I'd like to see something resulting in porn. Motorcycles and leather are so fucking hot no matter how you look at it .

Prompt: Kink meme
Spock can tell which ones are Uhura's requests. He sets out to fullfull them. I don't know if this would be better during the Academy days, established or unestablished relationship

spock/uhura, based off of this pic http://tinypic.com/m/4uv09y/4
I want uhura to go into pon far and fuck spock like there is no tomorrow. bonuses for them going into it at the same time and doing it until they both pass out.

some kind of high school AU featuring all the cast of ST XI. Maybe Nero and Ayel as jocks. Kirk can be the popular guy. Spock is the quiet hot kid (?) and Uhura is the hot nerdy girl (cause I can't see her as a cheerleader). Just make it happen and fluff. <3

from the kink meme:
I don't know or care how, but Spock and Spock Prime get it on with Uhura at the same time. Bonus if they talk her into it/take the initiative.

so um. "Wolf Like Me" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTy-e6qEWRE) by TV On The Radio. Sexy pon farr fic, yes? Full lyrics here. (http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858610641/)

Sample lyrics:
Dream me oh dreamer
Down to the floor
Open my hands and let them
Weave onto yours

Feel me, completer
Down to my core
Open my heart and let it
Bleed onto yours

Feeding on fever
Down on all fours
Show you what all the
Howlin's for

Dubcon or reluctance is okay with me, although I would prefer not *too* dark.

I'm sitting here watching the video 'don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like my by the pussycat dolls.' With that said

Spock breaks off the relationship to rebuild Vulcan. The Enterprise pays a visit. Keep this song in mind and go.

Spock is new to sex and insists that he understand every single way to bring Nyota pleasure. She can give him hints and all, but I want him figuring it mostly out for himself, exploring her body. Slowly.

Kink: multiple orgasms.

Major bonus points if Nyota tries to speed things up and is getting impatient so Spock has to tie her wrists to the headboard.

Would lovelovelove to see this, anon, and would be happy to fill a prompt for anon!

I don't know if this is exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy anyway!

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There was no logical reason for this.

Spock had the inexplicable urge to bite his lip or clench his hands or shift his footing. He felt warm, warmer than usual, and his clothes scratched at his skin. He felt the same way he did during his sexual relations with Nyota, which was - though he did not like to repeat himself - illogical. He was not in physical contact with Nyota, or any other woman. Pon farr was still years away. There was no reason...

Nyota twisted her hand into T’Pring’s elaborately-styled hair, fingers hooking into the beads that draped around it, and pulled. T’Pring’s jaw clenched and she made a very quiet sort of squeak – she did not allow herself to yelp, though Spock knew firsthand the impressive strength Nyota could command (they were not always gentle in their encounters).

Spock had already tried to diffuse the conflict well before it had become physical. Nyota, however, was insistent that she would win Spock “fair and square”, in her words. She had held her chin high, and her facial expression had been somehow... hungry. Possessive.

Simply the memory of it sucked the moisture from Spock’s mouth.

T’Pring was stronger than Nyota, of course, due to Vulcan physiology. Evidently, Nyota had anticipated this: she did not attempt to win by brute force. She was sly, ducking under T’Pring’s punches to strike from behind, slipping away before T’Pring could turn and attack. T’Pring had begun trying to strike without turning; stepping on Nyota’s toes (a childish attack, particularly since Starfleet uniform boots were sturdy – Spock doubted Nyota even noticed) or jabbing her elbow back into Nyota’s stomach. Though the former tactic did work once, Nyota was still too quick.
Unless Spock was mistaken, Nyota had taken only one solid to her ribs throughout the fight.

And now the small pearls that had adorned T’Pring’s hair clattered to the floor, and Nyota yanked at T’Pring’s hair until she was on her knees, and low enough that Nyota could swing a leg around her neck and shove her to the floor. With a knee pressed into T’Pring’s throat, Nyota reached beneath her skirt for the small knife she always kept strapped to her thigh. The skirt caught on the now-empty holster, and even as the point of a blade rested against the flesh covering T’Pring’s heart, Spock’s eyes were held by the long stretch of thigh that was still revealed.

“T’Pring,” he said, slightly alarmed to hear his own voice so husky. T’Pring was frozen, breathing in short, shallow rasps as Nyota’s knee hindered the flow of air – but Spock saw her eyes flicker to him and narrow. “You must concede defeat. I do not think it wise to test Nyota’s resolve.”

There was a moment of pause, and then T’Pring opened her mouth, attempting speech. Nyota eased the pressure of her knee until T’Pring’s voice was steady. “I yield,” she said.

Nyota had been somewhat straddling T’Pring; she swung her leg back over and rose in one graceful motion, resheathing her knife and smoothing down her skirt. By her expression and comportment, Spock might not have known that she had been engaged in mortal combat only moments before. However, her hair, usually sleek and immaculate, was tangled and flyaway, loose strands curled around her cheeks. Her skin glistened very faintly with sweat, and her cheeks were flushed. Her breath came out in small, quiet puffs – she was evidently attempting to even her respiration. Her eyes met Spock’s as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and he saw triumph in her dark eyes. She looked very nearly smug, an expression he was more accustomed to seeing on the captain’s face. Then, it was frustrating – but on Nyota, this look affected him in ways he did not want to admit.

Spock folded his hands in front of him as quickly as he dared. Nyota watched him, a sly curl to one corner of her mouth, eyes so dark they seemed black, tempting and seductive and he saw that she knew.

“I did not desire him,” T’Pring said, turning to Nyota. “I never did. You need not have been quite so violent.”

“But—” Nyota frowned. “Then why did you fight?”

T’Pring straightened her shoulders. “I am honour-bound to answer a challenge,” she said simply. Then she left, without another word.

Spock flipped open his communicator. “Spock to Enterprise.”

“Enterprise here.”

“Two to beam up.” Spock reached out and Nyota took his hand: her skin was warm and he could feel her pulse fluttering against the soft flesh of her wrist. “Energize.” His breath stuttered almost imperceptibly on the word and it was humiliating, but Nyota only gripped his hand tighter.

As the golden light began to weave its way around them, Spock took a moment to compose himself. It would not do to lose control in the transporter room.

He led her calmly through the halls until they reached his quarters. His fingers did not fumble or shake as he punched in the password. The door opened and he stepped inside, Nyota close behind him.

As the door slid shut, Nyota leaned up until her lips brushed his ear and whispered, “I won you.” He could smell sweat and arousal, no longer sure how much belonged to him and how much to her. Her free hand was curled very loosely around his throat, fingertips pressing into his pulse, in a way that would have been threatening from anyone else.

Spock shut his eyes and tried not to give himself away, but then Nyota kissed him in the human way, pressing her body against his so closely that he could feel her heart against his chest. He let out a soft groan before he thought to stop himself, and Nyota only pressed closer, backing him into the wall and pushing one of her thighs between his own.

“What got you so hot and bothered, Spock?” she murmured, her lips scant inches from his own.

Spock said, breathing hard but attempting to sound composed, “You were – engaged in what I believe is—” Nyota slid her hands up underneath his shirt and spread her fingers against his stomach, his heart thudding under her palm, and he was no longer confident in his coherency. He took a deep breath and she began to kiss his neck, dipping her tongue into the hollow at the base of his throat. “Is colloquially called a – catfight.”

Nyota took her hands out of his shirt, letting them rest on his hips as she laughed into his neck and he could feel her eyelashes fluttering against his skin. “Men are men, on any planet,” she said, and he opened his mouth to respond when suddenly, she twisted her hand in his shirt and began to pull him towards the bed. He let himself be pulled, and then, when she spun them so the backs of his knees hit the bed, he relaxed and let himself be pushed down. There was a moment’s delay before she joined him; when he raised his head to ask if there was a problem, he saw that she was undressing – first the outer uniform dress, and then her black lace undergarments. She left on her boots but then knelt and removed his, and this was different from anything that had ever done. From there she unfastened his slacks and curled her fingers into the waistbands of both underwear and pants and pulled them off simultaneously. Spock blinked up at the ceiling, painfully aroused and also a little confused. He raised his arms so she could pull off his shirt, and suddenly she was straddling his hips.

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