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space-helen · 4 months ago
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Companionship
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Words: 318
Pairing: Data x Reader
A/N: I know this kinda isn’t what was requested but I had the idea and ran with it and I think it works? Anyway I hope you enjoy, sorry it’s on the shorter side.
Request: Could I request a Data x reader? Maybe with the reader helping him understand humans more? - Anon
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“But why do you need companionship in such a way?” Data questioned across from you.
“Some of us just like knowing we have someone there to support us and love us in a way others may not.”
“But is that not the same as friendship?”
You laughed slightly “You should definitely be friends if you’re in a relationship with someone but the connection is different.”
“Is the difference to do with the sexual intimacy side-”
“Not at all.” you interrupted gently “Some people in relationships don’t have sex and they identify as asexual. You’re making me realise that relationships are harder to explain than I thought.”
“They seem intricate.”
“There’s so many different types of relationships and people view them in so many different ways but love is love and when you know you know.”
“I will never be able to experience ‘love’ however, if relationships are complicated and vast, and even look different for everyone. Maybe one day I could be in one?” Data’s words almost sounded hopeful.
“It’s possible. If that’s something you want I think you could, just be sure it's the right person.”
“I’m sure I’ll be right. After all, I have some good friends to help guide me.”
You smiled at the man “Yes you do and we all love you so much. We wouldn’t let you do anything stupid.”
He sat silently for a second and Spot jumped up onto his lap and he stroked him for a second. “Although I don’t have the capacity to love I think I understand familial love. For example I would say I love Spot, or I love you and Geordi as family.”
“If you understand it then you feel it.” you reassured the man “But let’s not worry about that. We’ve just got to live one day at a time and appreciate what we have now.”
The man nodded. “I appreciate you.”
“I appreciate you too.” 
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captainpikeswoman · 27 days ago
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Could we get some more Geordi love, please!❤ Maybe something after the events of The Mind's Eye? hc's or whatever else you like! Thank you so much!
Of course! Hope you like it!
Helping Geordi after the events of The Mind’s Eye would include:
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•this poor, sweet man has been through a lot. In every single sense it has taken its toll on him, so as soon as Data and Dr Crusher have finished undoing the brainwashing done by the Romulans you step in straight away.
•there’s always been a deep tenderness and friendship between you both, just as he and Data have a special relationship, so do you and he. Geordi La Forge does not do simple friendships, they’re all deeper than that, and you two are no exception. So the minute you hear what has happened you find your way into the Medbay and refuse to leave. You know he needs you, and you need him too.
•you know that if left to his own devices Geordi will absolutely start to blame himself for the sequence of events that had transpired. You also know that as much as Data would be happy to stay with Geordi, this was perhaps something that the android might not be best equipped to deal with.
•so you take Geordi back to his quarters and help him settle down before you have the replicator make his absolute favourite meal!
•everything goes well until the middle of the night. You’re curled up around Geordi in his bed, (even if he’s bigger than you are) so he is the little spoon and can feel the steady beat of your heart on his back. You notice that he’s started to thrash about and mutter desperately, you do your best to soothe him into a sweeter sleep away from the nightmare, but the terror has taken a hold. So you have no choice but to wake him up.
•he comes back to consciousness with a shout, and when he puts his visor back on and sees you beside him he just bursts into tears. He sobs about the nightmare, but refuses to tell you anything about it, simply saying that it’s all his fault for not being strong enough. You won’t hear that! You hold him tight in a hug as you whisper to him that he’s more than strong enough, because he’s survived, because he’s here, because he’s on the path of healing.
•in the morning you both wake up quite late (fortunately you’ve been signed off to look after Geordi), and his head is resting on your chest as he listens to your heart.
•at first he’s very reluctant to go to see Deanna for counselling, and when your powers of persuasion (see: bribery, flattery, blackmail) fail you’re left with no alternative but to call Data. Between you and the enthusiastic, kindhearted android you manage to get Geordi to see Deanna, and when he asks you to stay for the session you do just that.
•even after a few days and lots of sessions with Deanna he still seems quiet and withdrawn. So you plan a lovely Holodeck adventure for him and Data, which does bring a small smile to his face.
•and after his first shift back at work once he’s been cleared for duty by Dr Crusher you greet him in Engineering to take him for some drinks in 10 Forward with a ginormous hug that he happily returns and brings a big smile to his face.
•even months after the events he still has his moments where he has bad dreams or flashbacks, but you’re there with him everytime it happens and you remind him of how far he has come! You couldn’t be more proud of him.
•this new level of intimacy, this bond, closeness between the two of you is plain for all to see- so expect some teasing from Commander Riker, and Deanna, Dr Crusher and even Data (if you can believe it) all immediately try to become Cupids and set you up, little do they all know they’re too late. There’s an understanding and love that runs so deep within you both, it transcends the simple label ‘love’.
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hotchswifey · 7 months ago
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I LOVE YOUR WRITING!! Keep up the good work! (; Do you write for the soft cinnamon roll that is Wesley Crusher? If you don't, disregard this. If you do write for him... A Wesley x reader soulmate au?
wesley crusher x gn!reader: a needle in a pile of needles
oh wow. thank you. like so much. thank you. thank you. thank you. i almost cried when i woke up and saw this
ive never written for wesley but i will try my best ! if this is too ooc then im sorry 🥺👉👈
ok so soulmate au. my favourite soulmate au is first words are written and so here, take this garbage :) this au is where the writing is the first words you hear your soulmate say ig?? idk i wrote it then realised buuuuttt..
warnings: none? this is not proof-read. might be ooc
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the day (is it really called a day in space?) was going by just as much as any other day did-- slowly. good lord, you would’ve thought that working on a star ship would be much more exciting. sure, the impending death on some days was exciting (along with fucking terrifying), but most days were the same; go to the lab, work on a few projects, get sarcastic comments from lieutenants and commanders and doctors and literally everybody. hey, i wanted to be an ensign, right?
you’d always wondered weather you would meet them in space. always wondered if that was just too far-fetched. or maybe it was too far-fetched to think you’d meet them on earth. billions of people are on earth, but in the galaxy? trillions upon quadrillions upon quintillions upon-- you get the picture. 
maybe it wasn’t too far-fetched to say you’d meet them in space-- but, it was definitely too far-fetched to think you’d meet them on a star ship. even less, the enterprise. the chances of that are like-- find[ing] a needle in a pile of needles.
the words which you were going to get lasered off if one more person commented on it. right there on your wrist-- “finding your soulmate is like trying to find a needle in a pile of needles”. 
you often wondered what kind of person they were. what if they believed all this soulmate business was bullshit? what if they completely rejected the idea of soulmates?
at first (when you started understanding what it meant), you thought it was cute. maybe your soulmate was a little awkward, cute, kind of shy, but you realised that it was irrational, stupid, to characterise a person you have never met and probably never will.
find[ing] a needle in a pile of needles. finding a specific needle in a huge pile of needles has got to be painstakingly tedious. but, would it be worth it in the end?
or would it not be?
would it be the same as every single other needle and you spent so long looking, for it to be exactly like the others- just a needle.
people commented on it, namely your mother. she hadn’t believed in the soulmate business. she got into relationships, knowing they weren’t soulmates, but she didn’t care. you wish you could be more like her. she would say, about the words: “he could be cute, or he could be smarter than the rest of you. i don’t think he cares much for this ‘soulmate’ crap”. comforting, i know. “don’t worry, sweetie. you shouldn’t either.” thanks, mom.
you zoned back into your task, pulling down your sleeve to cover the god-forsaken words. just need to transfer these stupid files to la forge and then all will be well. 
and you did. you transferred files, you edited files, you talked people through files, you created files and you deleted files. that was your job. create, talk, edit, delete. create, talk, edit, delete. maybe finding a needle in a pile of needles would be less tedious than this.
you walked into engineering after transferring the files of the day- they’d messed up half-way through sending and you just wanted to make sure your good ol’ chief of engineering actually received them. as you walked in you heard la forge talking to who looked like wesley crusher, doctor crusher’s son.
you had never actually heard him talk, despite seeing him all over the ship. he always seemed to be just out of hearing range. shame, though, he is cute. 
from what you could hear, it sounded like la forge was talking about... soulmates? professional. la forge was talking about how he really wanted to meet his soulmate some time soon, but, kid- don’t give up hope, you’re real young. you were starting to tune out their conversation, as you walked towards them, until...
“finding your soulmate is like trying to find a needle in a pile of needles.”
what did he just saayyyy?
you froze in your spot. your hands starting to grip the padd in your hand tighter. what. did. he. just. say.
“ensign! something wrong?” 
you hadn’t realised that la forge had looked at you, never mind talked to you. you were too busy thinking about what wesley crusher had just said. you shook your head, noticing that wesley’s attention was also on you now, and blushed heavily, turning to one of the screens to “check if the files had sent”, but you were far too busy just standing there in shock. 
“alrighty... so, kid, all that i’m saying is that soulmates are a tricky thing--”
commander la forge to the bridge, commander la forge to the bridge.
la forge tilted his chin up, like he was looking for a tannoy, “alright, kid?”
“yeah, yeah, i got it...” wesley sounded like he’d been thinking about it for a long time. la forge left onto the turbolift and it was only then you noticed that it was just you two in engineering, or at least this section of engineering.
“hi.. you’re the communications ensign, right?” shit. why was he talking to you. he sounded... hopeful?
“yeah.. i- i, um- i’m-” smooth. real smooth. “i’m the communications ensign, yeah,” were those really the words he had engraved on him?
suddenly, you felt the words burn away. so.. he was your soulmate. you looked up at him as he looked up at you, caressing his wrist.
“was this really like finding a needle in a pile of needles?”
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klingonn-klingoff · a year ago
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Data Babysitting Reader’s Daughter
For Anon! I hope you enjoy it!
Prompt: Data x Reader where the reader's daughter asked data of they could dance
Words: 855
Fic type: Fluff
Warnings: None
"Data? Can I ask you something?" Your daughter asked, entering the living room.
He was watching your daughter while you were working your shift. You had finally decided to leave your boyfriend and daughter alone together. Data had always seemed to be good with her; she was well behaved with him. He had convinced you that he could watch her when your babysitter canceled.
Data was sitting on the couch, with his cat Spot in his lap. "Did you need something, Little One?" he asked as she walked over to him.
"Can we dance? Mama said that you knew how." She climbed on the couch and reached out to pet Spot.
"Dinner time is in 8 minutes. we can eat early and dance until your mother comes home." Data watched her face light up a large smile spread across her face.
"HECK YEAH!" your daughter shouted in victory and ran to the dining table as Data stood setting Spot on the couch. Data gave his cat a pat on his head. He walked over to where she was sitting in her booster seat swinging her legs back and forth waiting for Data.
"You take too long," she complained looking him in the eyes.
"Patience is a virtue," Data reminded, "Computer, Chicken Soup in a small bowl."
The replicator whirled and produced it. Data sat it in front of her and watched her eat. She would blow on each spoonful before putting it in her mouth. It confused him
"Why do you blow on your food?" He asked, breaking their silence.
"it helps the food cool down." She said taking another spoonful, "See the steam? It means that it's too hot to eat, Silly."
"Who taught you that?" Data wondered as he watched as she taught him to blow on his food.
"Mommy did." He nodded and went back to watching her eat.
When she finished she ran into her room as Data cleaned up the Table. She returned with a storybook and placed it onto the table.
"I thought I was going to dance with you."
"You are, It's my story for later." He nodded to her, glancing at the book. The Velveteen Rabbit, her favorite book.
"What kind of dance?" Data asked as she made her way over to him.
She shrugged taking his hands and stepping on his feet. "Now you dance."
"Why are you standing on my shoes?" Data asked looking down at her with his head cocked to one side.
"Because. You are supposed to be dancing," she said, sticking her bottom lip out and looked up at her.
Data did not understand, "How am I supposed to dance if you are standing on me?"
Your daughter groaned and thumped her head against his stomach. It met with a dull thud. Data decided to ask his friend. He took both of his hands and rested one on her back to help hold her and one to tap his combadge.
"Data to Geordi."
"Is everything going okay?" Geordi asked referring to the babysitting.
"How do I dance if she stands on my shoes?" Data asked.
Geordi laughed, "You do your part of the dance. She's too little, it's easier for her if she's on your shoes.
"Thank you, Geordi."
"Any time."
he tapped his com twice badge before addressing the computer, "Computer, play Dmitri Shostakovich's Waltz number 2."
"We are going to do a Waltz box step, Okay?" Data explained taking her hands again moving in perfect form.
She had a huge smile on her face, Data knew that it's his job to always make her smile from this moment on. He would do anything he could to make sure that smile never left her face. He listened to her giggles as she would lean back and hold his hands tight.
They danced to a few more songs before she stepped off his shoes and looked up at him, "Can you hold me?" She asked she lifted her arms making grabby hands. He stopped and nodded lifting her up. She rested in his arms. He had one arm under her and the other on her back.
He started dancing again with a huge smile on his face, she had a similar one. She rested her head on his shoulder starting to drift off. Data kept going until he was sure that she was asleep.
When you arrived home that night, You found Data sitting on the couch with your daughter in his lap. It took a moment before you realized she was asleep. You smile at the two of them and walking over to Data giving him a kiss before leaving one on her forehead.
"I heard the two of you danced," You said stretching and moving to the Replicator.
"We did. She fell asleep after." He said. You smiled and glanced back over two of them with a smile. You haven't seen her this relaxed with any other man besides her birth father.
"After I eat do you want to go to sleep? I'm exhausted," You admitted asking for eggs and bacon.
"Of course." You walked over to the couch and sat down to eat.
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That morning you woke up in bed with your daughter sandwiched between the two of you asleep. You had no idea when she came in last night, but you didn't mind. You felt happy.
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writing-and-robots · 7 months ago
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The Universe Can Be A Lonely Place
Ch 1. Ten Forward
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You were seated in a corner booth in Ten Forward, silently reading the PADD next to you as you slowly ate the replicated meal you had been served. Usually you tended to remain in your quarters for any meals or off-work time but you found yourself longing for the beautiful view of the large observation window tonight. It had been a long week on shift, it seemed that Murphy’s Law and The Enterprise were synonymous at this point, so you were happy for the peace and quiet.
“Hello, stranger.” A voice beside you startled you from your thoughts. You turned and were greeted by Guinan, who was smiling pleasantly at you. You always found her a comforting presence.
“Hello.” You returned the greeting, smiling back. She raised an eyebrow at the empty seat across from you to which you smiled sheepishly and beckoned her to join you. She sat down, always the definition of elegance, and folded her hands on top of the table as she gazed at you. Her eyes seemed to be able to pierce through your entire being but not in an invasive way, it felt as if an old friend who knew more about you than you yourself did was simply studying you. Guinan seemed to have that effect.
“Don’t see you in here very often.”
“Yeah, I just...missed the view.” You gestured your head to the observation window.
“It is something, isn’t it.” Guinan turned around to gaze out at the stars for a moment before returning her attention to you. “You know, I’ve been all over the universe, but it’s the people right here on this ship that have amazed me the most.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “There’s good people on this ship. And good people are hard to come by in this galaxy, each with their own unique story.” She smiled softly from across the table. “So, let’s hear yours.”
“My what?”
“Your story, tell me about it.” She waits patiently for you to answer. You adore Guinan and are always so calmed by her, but being put on the spot and being asked to tell her about yourself seemed to be more anxiety inducing than facing an entire Kardassian fleet. Panic slowly started to set in, your story was benign, boring, plain, just like you; and who knows all the amazing people Guinan has met in her life, no doubt in your mind that you would merely bore her. But of course you couldn’t voice these concerns, she was merely starting a friendly, casual conversation, so you tried to play off your insecurity as nonchalantly as possible.
“Oh you know, same as most people I bet on this ship. Worked hard, went to the academy, picked a major, graduated, and started my career in Starfleet.” You forced a bright smile to reach your eyes.
She studied you intently, a fond look on her features, as she hummed softly in response. “Hmm. Everyone has their own definition of a story I suppose, maybe yours just needs a little extra push.” She winked before taking her leave and making her way back to the bar.
Stunned and slightly confused, you sat at the lonely table mulling over Guinan’s parting words. You felt like she was hinting at something but her mysterious nature always managed to trip you up in deciphering her seemingly endless wisdom.
You let out a huge sigh and returned your attention to the passing star field through the observation window. You always had a fascination with space and exploring other worlds, it’s why you joined Starfleet in the first place. But despite being a source of comfort, the vastness could often make you feel small and alone; knowing you were surrounded by your fellow officers and crew mates didn’t stop you from feeling like you were drifting away in the vacuum of space. Cold, voiceless, and lonely.
Shaking yourself from these destructive, yet repetitive thoughts, you stood and pocketed the long forgotten PADD. Just as you were nearing the door you passed by Commander Riker, who stopped you with a call of your name.
“Well hello Lieutenant, don’t see you in here very often.” His smile seemed to be contagious and you couldn’t stop yourself from returning the smile.
“Yes, well sometimes it’s a nice change of pace.” You could feel your heartbeat start to increase and the nervousness began to set in. You weren’t afraid of the Commander, you actually found him quite charming in an odd sort of way and admired him as both an officer and fellow human being. But this was Commander Riker you were talking about, why was he interrupting his nice evening by talking to someone as uninteresting and quiet as you?! Even without the difference in rank why would he want to spend his evening chatting with a lowly anthropologist.
“Me and a few others were just about to order another round in celebration, care to join us?” His smile radiated warmth as he looked at you expectantly. You knew you could trust him with your life in a dangerous situation, that he would fight tooth-and-nail for the safety of every crew member or innocent life; but you did not trust yourself. You knew what you were and what role you played in the game of life, you couldn’t trust yourself to step out of those boundaries and drag others with you when it all eventually spiraled.
Your smile tightens and you try to morph your outward expression into something that hopefully resembles reluctant but thankful refusal.”I appreciate the offer Commander, but unfortunately I have a lot of reports I need to catch up on since our recent encounter with the Demoorians. Perhaps another time.” You smiled politely before quickly ducking away from the group, missing the slight disappointed expression on Riker’s face.
You made it back to your quarters without interruption and swiftly shut the doors behind you, leaning on the cool metal as you released the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. After a few more steadying breaths you walked over to your small desk and discarded your PADD on the surface and moved to change out of your uniform.
You felt bad for lying to the Commander, you had finished the reports almost two days prior and although you could continue to work and perfect every detail, it definitely wouldn’t take up enough time to prevent you from engaging with Commander Riker and the others for drinks.
As you put on a comfy pair of sweatpants and oversized hoodie you became acutely aware of the silence that surrounded you. Of course, living on the Enterprise never meant you were in complete silence; the warp core and engines always emitted a low hum throughout the ship that usually felt comforting to you, feeling as though you’re a part of something alive and moving. But tonight, the low thrum only echoed the loneliness you felt engulfing your heart.
Even the ship herself had more connection to others, had a voice that those in it’s company waited and desired to listen to. You liked to imagine that you had a connection with the Enterprise, that it understood you and you in-turn understood her; but the voice in your head reminded you that such things were impossible. An even more poisonous voice then helpfully added that even if it were possible, to befriend such an inanimate object, what makes you think it would find you interesting in the first place? Why would you be worth its time?
You attempted to banish the awful thoughts that haunted you, but they persisted. You had an early shift tomorrow and wanted to get some rest. With a sigh you grabbed your personal PADD from the bedside table and pulled up an old Earth movie you had seen countless times.
If you couldn’t get the voices to stop, then you’d drown them out until exhaustion overtook you; as was almost tradition at this point.
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clarkimagines · a year ago
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Imagine: Deanna Troi sensing Data’s feelings for you when you get captured
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Data scanned through the readings for the third time in as many minutes. Still, the computers hadn’t picked up any sign of you. He pressed a button to rerun the scans, then again and again. Deanna suddenly turned to look over at Data with a curious look on her face.
“Data, I promise you, we’ll find Y/n,” Deanna reassured him.
Data nodded stiffly before pausing. “Why are you reassuring me? I do not require reassurance to function.”
“Data… you’re experiencing emotional distress. It’s natural for you to be upset; I understand that you have become very close to Y/n and do not wish to see them hurt.”
“You are mistaken, counselor. I have no emotions.”
Now Deanna could sense confusion mingling with Data’s grief and fear. “I am not mistaken. You’re worried about Y/n,” she said gently.
“That is not possible,” he replied.
“Apparently it is,” Deanna replied. “We will find them. In the meantime, you should take some time to consider your feelings for Y/n.”
Data didn’t respond.
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✨ DATA & WORF X WITCH! READER ✨
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 Here the Reader is just an alien that looks like a witch but it’s not magic since in the Star Trek world there’s no magic, we can say the reader is a new species of alien who has particular power. I find it more accurate. 
Hope you enjoy.
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 ⚛️ DATA ⚛️
You’re such a particular species of alien, even if he is aware there are many places of the galaxy that have not been discovered yet. There are many species with telepathic powers like Vulcans or Betazoids. Some primitive beings would define them as magical. They are only different and their power can be explained with the advanced technology of the Federation.
Data is very rational, logical and smart and he doesn’t believe in witches, magic and this kind of things but he finds your power interesting any way, he wants to know more about it because he’s still a scientist and scientist’s job is to expand their knowledge.
Actually, not all the people of your species posses this power, it’s like some of you have evolved and some have not. This is just natural selection, anything mysterious. Data doesn’t find it weird, it’s just how nature works, and nature is the same everywhere in the universe. The rules of physic cannot be changed. Physic is not magic.
Your species still lives in a primal world and your technology is rudimental and so even the mentality of people is primitive, you all believe in God, spirits and supernatural things. Your people see you as a sort of magical creature but Data knows the truth, he cannot say anything because it would violate the first directive and he cannot interfere a lot with your life.
Indeed, Data and some members of the crew have been sent to your planet to study your species, they have even disguised their features to look like your species. It would be traumatizing for your people to see different aliens, especially the aliens have not a deep knowledge of the space and do not even know the warp drive.
Data won’t stay here forever but you have still got affectionate to him, even if he cannot feel the same because he can’t feel any emotion. You don’t understand and you don’t even know he’s an android, you just think he’s shy and cold, nothing too strange.
The two of you spend some time together, he is very curious to know more about your people, your power and everything of your world. You like him a lot, because he’s nice.
You even show him some of your tricks, he doesn’t seem so surprise or excited, he says it’s fascinating but he doesn’t show any kind of emotion. It’s very uncomfortable for you but it’s his way to be, you cannot change Data. He’s special in his cold ways.
Unluckily, he has to go back to the Enterprise because his job is over but you’ll keep his memory forever and maybe someday, when your species will be able to make space travel, you’ll meet again. He’s immortal, after all.
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⚔️ WORF ⚔️
Worf finds your species interesting but it’s nothing new since there’s many aliens like you in the universe. He saw a lot, it’s hard to surprise this grumpy Klingon. For him the art of fighting is the most important thing, the rest is futile. When you are not a great fighter, you’re nothing.
You have interesting psychokinetic power and you can move things with your mind. It’s impressing, Worf doesn’t show enthusiasm but it’s just his way to be. He wants to see how you use this power. Facts are more important than words.
You move with your mind some objects, but he doesn’t seem so sure about it. It can be a trick, he’s sceptical and wary… Such a hard man, you think.
If he wants a fight then he will have a fight! You challenge him in a real duel and now you’re speaking his same language. He never denies a fight!
You’re not as expert as him but you still have your power and if he doesn’t believe you, well, you have to show him more.
You take his weapon from his hands using your mind power, and then Worf freaks out because he doesn’t have his weapons anymore but he still can fight with his hands and body. It’s not over yet.
Well… You use your power again, you make him floating like a balloon, Worf gets so angry, and he says you’re cheating. Now he has to believe you…
Yes, now he believes you but he’s still mad. You have cheated, it’s not fair. You have no honour and he feels humiliated. He won’t forgive you easily.
Maybe you have exaggerated but Worf takes everything so seriously, he should take things with ease and be less austere.
With time, he forgives your dishonourable behaviour and he teaches you how to fight like a real warrior. It’s hard without your power but you have to learn how to survive without them, it’s important to be prepare for every situation.
Actually, Worf is a severe but good teacher and you and him get closer but he knows he has to come back to the Enterprise soon. He can’t stay here forever.
At least, you have spent a good time with him and even Worf can say, he has a lot of fun and he will miss you.
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geordisoong · 8 months ago
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"not all men"
you're right, First Officer William Riker of the USS Enterprise 1701-D would never treat me this way
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ughanimeboys · 2 months ago
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Painting Lessons
Words: 1.4k Pairing: Data x GN!Reader Warnings: fluff
“Alright, Data,” you placed your canvas on the easel in front of you and turned to look at him. “Are you ready?”
He nodded. “Yes, Y/N. Shall we begin?”
You smiled, nodding back to him before turning to face the landscape.
“Now, I want you to focus on not just creating a perfect replica of what you see in front of you,” you explained as you began tapping your brush across the canvas.
“Embellish it and give it its own unique quality. Van Gogh didn’t paint Starry Night as if he were looking at it through a lens; he put swirling motions into it, short and long brush strokes, he showed the world the way he saw.”
As you spoke, you moved your hand, adding your own strokes to the canvas.
“You don’t need to paint what’s in front of you,” you said. “You can modify it to your imagination. Just paint something beautiful.”
He looked at you politely for a moment more before silently turning to face his canvas.
The holodeck simulated a setting sun, with pink and orange colors streaking across the sky. The sun was barely visible over the mountains in the distance.
Data was an adept painter; he could easily look at a bowl of fruit and replicate it so well that you may think it was a photo rather than a painting.
He had presented his request to you during a particularly slow morning on the bridge.
He told you that he had noticed the paintings in your quarters one day while you were working on a report together, and he thought it was a good bet that you were at least somewhat knowledgeable in the arts, given that you owned so many.
To his surprise, you revealed that you had painted the majority of them.
“I was not aware that you were an artist,” he had stated with raised eyebrows.
You had shrugged, looking sheepishly at the ground. “I don’t really consider myself an artist. I’m a Starfleet Officer first and foremost; art is more of a hobby.”
“Lieutenant Y/N,” he tilted his head towards you with a puzzled, almost reprimanding look. “Is the definition of an artist not ‘one who creates art’?”
You looked down, laughing quietly. “You’re right, Data. I guess by those standards, I am an artist.”
He explained his situation to you then, stating that he and Geordi had been experimenting for a while to see if it was possible for Data to be creative.
As Geordi was not very artistic, and Data was an android, it had been something like the blind leading the blind (ahem… no pun intended).
So after talking to Geordi about it, Data elected to receive your help in their project.
Geordi was meant to join the both of you on the holodeck but had gotten caught up in engineering, so it was just you and your good friend, Data.
You glanced over at him, pausing in your painting. His canvas was angled slightly away from you so you couldn’t see what he was doing, and yours was angled away from him so he didn’t misunderstand the assignment and accidentally copy you.
He was in deep concentration, his brush strokes short as he picked up different colors onto his brush with nearly every stroke.
Well, it looks like his painting will at least be unblended… so it won’t be too realistic, you thought.
As he painted, you found yourself watching him. The concentrated look on his face, the way the light glinted off his pale skin and danced in his golden eyes. His dark hair slicked back… you wondered what it would look like if it was a little more messy; how it would feel to run your fingers through it and ruffle it up.
He glanced up at you, and you quickly turned back to face your canvas.
You’ve been alone for too long, Y/N, you thought to yourself, shaking your head.
You continued painting with no interruptions.
You finished your painting as the light was fading into night and the stars began appearing.
You looked over your canvas, inspecting it for any last minute improvements and found yourself satisfied with it.
You had changed the landscape to a white, fluffy texture, almost as if you were painting from atop the clouds, and left the sunset roughly the same, with the sun just barely peeking up behind them.
Data was still working feverishly, lost in his work as he stared down at his canvas, his brush strokes quick and rough.
He showed no signs of stopping, so you decided to have a seat.
You settled down in the grass, leaning against a tree just a few feet away from your easel.
You wondered how Data could still be working on his painting with the sun down, but you didn’t question him. No doubt he had a photographic memory and only had to look at the landscape once before he knew what to paint.
In fact, you hadn’t seen him glance up from his canvas at all while he was painting, save for the moment when you had made eye contact.
You rested your head back against the tree, still watching Data work. The sound of Data’s brush scraping against the canvas, the frogs and the crickets singing, the stream flowing nearby, all while under the light of the full moon and the stars… it was almost enough to put you to sleep.
The next thing you knew, Data was saying your name.
“Lieutenant Y/N,” he said gently, almost a whisper.
You opened your eyes to see his face hovering just in front of you.
It was bright now, and you jumped up. “Data?!” you looked around you in a panic, your heart beating fast. “How long was I asleep?”
“Only a few minutes,” Data informed you. “I instructed the computer to make it bright again, so we could present our paintings to each other.”
He offered a hand to you and pulled you easily to your feet.
“You may present your painting first,” he gestured to your canvas.
You smiled, excited now to show him what you’d done.
You walked beside him and came to a stop in front of your canvas.
“The warm colors of the sunset made me think of something whimsical,” you explained as you gazed at your finished painting in the light of the morning. “So I wanted to reflect that, and let my imagination run wild. I painted it as if there is a city above the clouds.”
Data nodded, placing a finger to his chin as he studied my painting. “I see. You harnessed your imagination, suspending disbelief in order to cultivate the idea that you could stand atop the clouds and would not fall through.”
You smiled. “Yes, Data, that’s exactly what I did. Very good analysis.”
He nodded at you, before reaching out a hand. “May I?”
You were unsure of what he wanted at first, but quickly realized that he was asking for your hand.
You obliged, placing your hand in his and allowing him to lead you over to his canvas.
When you saw the painting, you couldn’t help but let out a gasp of surprise.
You could hardly believe your eyes. There, on the canvas, was a perfect rendition of you.
He had painted your hair longer, done up in a fancy manner, and changed your uniform into a pristine toga--one you may have worn if you were using the holodeck to visit Ancient Greece, or Rome. Gold jewelry dripped from your ears, laced around your neck, pinned in your hair; everywhere he could fit a piece of jewelry, there was one.
He had added complementary strokes of colors into your skin, mesmerizing next to the golden light of the sunset glinting off of you.
He had obviously painted you from his vantage point: a side view, with your eyes turned toward the sky, which was exactly the perspective he would have had while he stood in front of his canvas and you stood in front of yours.
You looked up at him, and he was gazing back at you, no doubt so he could gauge your reaction.
“Data…” you said, shaking your head as you stared up into his eyes. “Why did you paint me?”
He gazed evenly at you before answering simply, “You told me to paint something beautiful.”
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tough-girl9 · 7 months ago
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First Base (Data x Female Reader)
Summary: Data is curious about whether you'd like to join him in exploring what humans call "making out."
Rating: T
A/N:  This is my first time writing a Character/Reader fic, and basically this was an exercise in pure self indulgence. It ended up not even going the direction I had originally intended, so it very likely may be followed by a sequel or two. As I am very new to writing anything of this nature, feedback is greatly appreciated. At least I had fun imagining this moment with a cute android :)
The poem Data is reading at the beginning of the story is "How Do I Love Thee?" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
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“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.”
Data’s voice is pure honey – honey and silk. His voice is always soft, but you didn’t know it could be so absolutely sensuous. You close your eyes and feel that luxuriously velvet timbre of his voice all around you.
The two of you are in his quarters, sitting side-by-side on his couch as he reads you love poems that he has downloaded to his databanks just for you. There are poems from every era and planet: Human, Vulcan, Klingon, Betazoid, and other cultures you haven’t even heard of before. You marvel at the universality of this experience of love, this experience that you are sharing now with the handsome android beside you.
Spot is curled up contentedly in your lap, a rumbling ball of fur pressed against your stomach that you absently stroke with one hand. Your head rests on Data’s shoulder, the fabric of his uniform soft under your cheek. One of his arms encircles your shoulders, while the fingers of his other hand are twined casually yet intimately with yours.
At first, Data’s attempts to romance you were stilted and awkward (though still adorable) based on a saved template for a romantic subroutine from a previous relationship. It took several insistent reassurances from you that you didn’t want a Casanova or a Romeo, that you just wanted him, just wanted Data, before he started adjusting the subroutine so that it didn’t drown out his true personality, but merely enhanced his already romantic qualities.
“I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.”
You snuggle closer against him, your body warm and relaxed. Data’s body is warm too, pleasantly so, and your form melts against his like butter.
You can hardly believe it was only four days ago that Data showed up unexpectedly at your quarters, carrying a bouquet of Andorian sweet roses and inquiring whether you would like to attend that evening’s string quartet concert in Ten Forward with him “in an exploratory trial to assess our romantic compatibility.”
Of course, you said yes.
You’d had a crush on him for months at that point, stemming from that one time when he’d found you crying alone in Ten Forward and invited you over to his quarters to pet Spot, because he’d read that holding a purring cat had therapeutic and comforting properties for humans. You’d always found him physically attractive, but that was when you first realized what a gentle, sweet, and caring, even loving, man he also was.
You hadn’t bothered to act on your crush and never intended to do so, assuming that Data could not return your interest. You also knew that he has a tendency to go along with what other people want of him, and you didn’t want to rope him into a relationship that he didn’t want as much as you did. So your surprise and delight when Data initiated of his own accord had brought you to giddy tears that you’d had to explain to him were very much not a negative response to his proposition.
“I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.”
You turn your head just slightly and nuzzle at the crook of his neck, squeezing his hand a little tighter as you do so. Your nose brushes against the cold metal of his officer pips and you tip your head a little further back to slowly kiss each of the three pips in turn. Then you pause. Draw in a breath through your nose.
Data’s bioplast skin is naturally odorless, you’ve noticed, but when you tilt your head up against his neck, you catch a whiff of something sweet and heady, like spiced vanilla. You breath it in once again, twisting your body so that you can lean in better, your hand straying from Spot’s head to Data’s stomach.
“Data, are you wearing cologne?” you ask with a small smile, your face practically buried against his neck.
He shifts, his hand sliding down your shoulder and if you’re not mistaken, his tone is pleased. “Since the initiation of our relationship four days ago, I have researched numerous different methods for enhancing the romantic experience. In particular, I spent a good portion of last night reviewing all my files on aphrodisiacs and their various effects on a lover. Given that the human sense of smell is intimately connected to the parts of the brain dealing with emotion and memory, olfactory aphrodisiacs can be a particularly simple yet effective way of enriching amorous moments. According to the research I conducted, the scent of vanilla is historically one of the most popular olfactory aphrodisiacs for affecting human women.” He paused before asking seriously, “Are you finding your romantic experience enhanced?”
You can’t help but grin. You love the eagerness in his voice when he gushes about the things he has been researching. Data may not be able to feel love the way you feel it, but you know that this form of android affection – staying up all night researching ways to “enhance your romantic experience” with him – is every bit as much love as the warm sensation you feel swelling up from your lower belly at his question.
You feel yourself blushing slightly and the tips of your fingers tingle. “Yes, Data, I am feeling romantically enhanced.”
You don’t have to look at him to tell that the corners of his mouth have lifted into the adorable, little smile that means he has been successful at one of his endeavors. “I will continue to incorporate olfactory stimulants into our time together. If you wish, we may experiment to find which aphrodisiacs you find particularly pleasing.”
You lean back so that you are able to look into his face. You’re right: he’s smiling, and his gentle, golden eyes are full of pleased curiosity. He’s so eager to learn about you, to learn about romance with you.
There’s also something else in his expression. He’s watching you with that keenness that means he’s calculating your response or looking for some specific cue from you. You raise your eyebrows slightly at him. “What is it, Data?”
He tilts his head, still watching you closely. “We have been a couple now for four days. So far, we have been on three dates, held hands for an accumulated nine hours, twelve minutes, cuddled for three hours, thirty-five minutes, and kissed eleven times. Based on your reactions to all these activities, I hypothesize that you are both emotionally and physically attracted to me. If this assumption is correct, I am curious as to whether you would like to explore a more intimate form of romantic activity with me.”
Your blush is neither slight nor subtle any longer. “What…what do you have in mind?”
Data purses his lips slightly and no doubt a million minor operations happen throughout his neural net, but his gaze is steady and calm as ever. “I am curious whether you would like to engage in what, in human parlance, would be referred to as ‘making out’?”
You bite your lip, your chest suddenly tight and hot as a shiver of anticipation that you can’t quite control makes its way through you. You’d be lying if you told yourself that you hadn’t thought about a thorough make-out session with your android boyfriend once or twice (all right, ten or twenty) times over the last few days. The gentle, chaste kisses that Data has pressed against your lips up until now are sweet and lovely, but the thought of something a little more…passionate…makes your heart start pounding, and you suspect Data knows.
But you also know that Data is programmed to be caring and attentive to human needs, sometimes even at the cost of his own preferences. You lift your hand from his stomach and carefully stroke your fingers over his pips. “Data, what do you want?” you ask softly.
He tilts his head to the side, the movement quicker and more precise than a human. “I am sorry, I do not understand what you mean?”
“You told me that you don’t experience sexual desire of any kind,” you elaborate. “Do you want to make out with me, or are you offering simply because you think it’s what I want?”
“Ah.” His eyebrows lift slightly. “I understand. You are concerned that the experience will not be gratifying in any way to me.”
“Pretty much,” you concede with a tiny shrug.
He frowns thoughtfully. “While it is true that sexual gratification in the traditional sense is not part of the equation for me, it would be incorrect to state that I would ‘get nothing’ from the experience. For example, though my positronic brain is not designed to process the sensations of physical pleasure or pain, I do have a complex net of sensors that allow me to process many other sensations, such as the temperature, texture, and composition of objects with which I come in contact. When many of my sensors are stimulated at once, particularly in novel ways, it provides a flood of feedback for my positronic brain to analyze, which in a way, is pleasurable for me.
“Moreover, my quest to understand and emulate the human condition to whatever degree possible makes experiences themselves highly valuable to me. Dr. Soong clearly intended for me to take part in, and perhaps even enjoy, romantic and sexual activity, and I am curious to explore that part of my programming with you. Not only that, but the sensory input of those who are closer and more familiar to me is, in a way, more important, more special, than that of those whose input I do not encounter as regularly. To put it in more human terms, the fact that it is you with whom I get to share such an experience would in and of itself make the experience more significant, more pleasurable, for me. Does this alleviate your concerns?”
To hear such a sweet sentiment from him almost brings tears to your eyes, and a wave of affection for your charming android sweeps through you. You lift a trembling hand to his cheek and stroke his smooth skin. “I understand, Data, and yes, I’d very much like to make out with you.”
You both shift to face each other on the couch. Spot makes a huffing sound and jumps down from your lap when you move, clearly dissatisfied with the stability of her napping perch, but your attention is focused on your boyfriend’s alabaster-pale face. You can see anticipation in his eyes, curiosity and wonder that makes your pulse race, because you know you are the one causing it. He makes a sharp, little movement with his head that you recognize as the activation of some internal function, and when he looks back at you, there is a slight change in his gaze, something sensual mingled with the curiosity. You realize he must have activated part of his sexuality programming.
He releases your hand, but only to reposition it tenderly against your lower back, tugging you slightly forward, and you do not resist his gentle pull. Your hand remains on his cheek as he draws you forward and leans in simultaneously until his lips brush against yours.
The kiss is gentle, just like the other kisses he has given you before now and you respond in like, content for now to let him lead at the pace he desires. His bow-shaped lips are as soft and warm as a human’s, and you let the feel of them fill your world. You sense yourself relaxing, every muscle pliant in the safety of Data’s embrace.
After twenty seconds or so, his lips press more insistently against yours, and his hand at your lower back begins to move, straying slowly up your spine, his long, slender fingers dancing in a mesmerizing pattern of small, pleasing circles. Even through the soft fabric of your shirt, the sensation is exquisite. You cup his face and kiss him back harder, and the increased pressure sends jolts of pleasure racing through your lower belly.
His lips part then, and he’s pressing against you harder, his chest to yours now, his hand still dancing gracefully against your back, his other arm around your shoulders, hugging you close. You slip your free arm through the loop of his and around his middle, holding yourself to him. You part your lips as well, both an invitation and a plea to your android, and he is almost immediate in his response.
His tongue glides over your lower lip, testing, exploring, and you can feel his intrigued curiosity in the movement. It’s the smallest little brush, but it feels like prickling electricity to you, rippling outward and making you hunger for more. You let your own tongue brush over his soft curve of his mouth, then nip gently at his lip, hoping he understands what you want but willing to guide him if he’s slow on the uptake.
There was no need to doubt him. He tugs you even closer to himself and opens his mouth against yours, and the next thing you know his tongue is exploring your lips, your mouth, your own tongue. His mouth is as warm and wet as a human’s, and once again you’re amazed by the level of human detail that Data’s creator endowed him with. You moan softly into his mouth as his tongue twines with yours in an especially delicious manner, and silently, you thank Dr. Noonian Soong for programming Data with this particular skill set.
You slip your hand around the back of his head, sifting your fingers through his dark, silky hair, then clutching a handful and pressing him to you. You give as good as you get, letting your android know just how enthusiastic you are about this experience, about him. God, if you aren’t the luckiest sentient in the entire galaxy, you think as his tongue thrusts deeper and his lips caress yours until they feel like they are burning.
His hands glide up and down your back, still gentle, but more confident now. Up all the way to your shoulders his fingers slip, then running back down your sides to your hips, which he squeezes fondly, before trailing his hands up your back again. Then he alternates, one hand running up, the other running down, his fingers digging into your shirt fabric and leaving burning, tingling trails of pleasure all along your body.
“Data,” you gasp against his cheek as you turn your head to take a breath, your fingers still twined deep in his silken hair. You expect him to recapture your mouth, but instead he begins to leave a trail of fervent kisses along your cheek, your jaw, your throat. Instinctively, you arch your neck for him, and he kisses the hollow of your throat so tenderly that it makes your heart feel like bursting. “Oh, Data,” you moan again, only a little self-conscious of just how needy you sound. You’ve been touch-starved for a while, and being held and touched like this is exquisite, especially when it is your dear Data doing the touching. And you know he understands yearning, need, longing, even if he does not feel it exactly as you do. You know he understands it better than he allows himself to believe.
You smell the vanilla cologne on him once again, and yes, it definitely is romantically enhancing. The scent is almost as sweet as the kisses he’s now pressing to the crook of your neck and your shoulder. You dig your fingers down into his hair even deeper, your other hand still clutching at his lower back.
You toy with the bottom hem of his uniform shirt, your fingertips tingling. Slowly, you slide your fingers down and under the black fabric. You feel the waistband of his uniform pants and explore upward, pushing the fabric of his shirt up with the back of your hand. A thrill races through you as you find skin and press your fingertips to his exposed lower back. If you didn’t already know, there’d be no telltale signs that you are touching synthetic bioplast rather than human flesh, except perhaps for how completely smooth he is. You know he has the ability to control his follicle growth, and with a bit of a flush creeping into your cheeks, you wonder if his entire body is this smooth and hairless.
That train of thought leads you to the realization that you’ve never seen him out of his uniform, and you realize you wouldn’t mind seeing him with a little bit less on. You begin to slowly hike his shirt further up, over his stomach, over the middle of his back, giving him plenty of time to stop you if he wants.
He makes no move to stop you however. Instead, his mouth presses hard against yours once again, drawing out another short gasp from you. And this time he’s not holding back. Whether it’s part of his programming or whether he’s gaining confidence in his own android way, this kiss is absolutely nothing short of passionate, and it wakes up every sleeping ember of fire in your veins. Yes, Data’s uniform very definitely needs to come off.
At that very moment, however, a loud chirp sounds from Data’s coffee table. Your brain is so fuzzy with happy pleasure and desire that you don’t register what it is at first, but Data does and immediately responds. You whine slightly as he pulls his mouth away from yours, untangling himself to reach over for his commbadge, which he had set aside at the beginning of the night. He gives you an apologetic look as he presses the badge. “Data here,” he says, his voice completely calm and collected, as if his tongue hadn’t been half-way down your throat mere seconds ago.
“Mr. Data.” It’s Commander Riker’s voice. “I’m very sorry for disturbing you during your free time, but sensors are picking up some anomalous readings from the nebula, and we’d like your analysis of any danger before we proceed. Please report to the Bridge as soon as you can.”
“Understood, Commander,” Data responds. “I will be there in a few minutes. Data out.”
He presses the commbadge again, hesitates, then pins it back to the front of his uniform. His usually crisp shirt is still hiked up over his belly, and several curls of hair hang loose over his face from where your fingers were carding through them. You might almost call the expression on his face regretful as he tugs his shirt back down and reaches up to smooth the unruly curls back into their place. He looks at you then with eyes full of gentleness and that hint of maybe-regret. “I am sorry, Y/N. I am needed on the Bridge.”
You stand with him and gently smooth out a wrinkle in the front of his uniform. “I understand, Data.”
He turns to head for his door, then pauses and looks back at you. He lifts a hand and strokes your cheek tenderly, his eyes soft, almost coy. “Perhaps if you found our activities of this evening pleasing-”
You kiss him, hard, insistent, letting him know exactly how you feel about him. When you pull away, you take his hand from your cheek and squeeze it. “Yes, I’d very much like to continue at a later time.”
The corners of his lips perk up and his eyes brighten. “I would like that as well, Y/N.”
You give him a little push. “Now go on, make sure the ship isn’t about to blow up.”
“I believe that may be an exaggeration of the danger, considering the Captain has not ordered a red alert and I am sure Commander Riker would have displayed more concern were that the case.”
You can’t help but grin. “I love you, you know that, Data?”
His eyebrows rise and you can tell he’s confused about your seeming non-sequitur. He opens his mouth, then seems to realize he still hasn’t made it to the door. He closes his mouth and nods solemnly. “I am aware of your genuine affection for me.” He tilts his head to the side and his brows crease thoughtfully. “I hope one day, I am able to feel the same for you.”
You know he already does and you fully plan to one day help him see it, but he’s still the second officer of the Starfleet flagship as much as he is your boyfriend, and right now he has to perform the role of the former.
The door hisses shut, and you are left alone with Spot who rubs up against your leg, the lingering scent of vanilla, and the ghost of an android kiss on your lips.
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A/N: Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed this fic, there is now a sequel, Android Mine
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space-helen · 3 months ago
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‘this sick’
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Words: 482
Pairing: Will Riker x Reader
A/N: Short and sweet I hope you enjoy :)
Request:  you wanted riker fics. I lvoe your stuff. can i have a riker x reader where he looks after the reader? maybe shes sick or injured or scared - Anon
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Your body twitched next to Will’s as you slept. The man sat up and brushed the hair out of his face before placing the back of his hand on your forehead. You were still warm and he knew you were having a nightmare.
They’d taken you to sick bay after the away mission and Beverly had quickly identified what it was, a couple of other people on the team had also experienced similar symptoms. Luckily for the whole crew it wasn’t contagious, unlucky for you you just had to wait it out.
You stirred more in your sleep and Will pushed some of the sweaty strands of hair out of your face, he noticed you were holding your breath and whispered “Y/N breathe. Breathe.”
You woke up with a start and gasped for air, sitting up you instantly lay your head in your hands. A pain ebbed there. Will gently rubbed circles in your back and pulled some of the covers off of you to cool you down. “You’re ok.” he reassured. 
You calmed down slightly but your head continued to spin. “Are you sure Beverly said there wasn’t anything she could give me for my head.”
“I’m sure, she gave you all she could.”
“I guess it’s better than what it was.” you said defeatedly as you slowly raised your head from your hands.
He turned and grabbed the glass of water from his bedside table and handed it to you. You gratefully took it and drank. “Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me.” he allowed a short silence in the room. “Do you want to talk about the nightmare?”
“I can’t really remember it.” you admitted “and I’m not just saying that so we don’t have to talk about it. I genuinely can’t remember it.”
“It’s alright I believe you don’t worry.”
“I’m sorry you just know how-”
“I know.” he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you in to place a quick kiss to the top of your head. 
“What time is it?”
“Four am.”
“I’m sorry for keeping you up.”
“You don’t have to apologise. I’ve already requested tomorrow off anyway.”
“You have?”
“I wouldn’t want to go to work knowing you were this sick.” You looked at the man and you could see the sympathy and concern in his eyes.
“I love you.” you raised your hand to his cheek his skin feeling cooler than yours.
He leant into your touch and turned his face to kiss your hand “I love you too.”
You let your arm drop and moved to lie down again. 
“Can you cuddle me?” 
The man grinned and moved down the bed “Of course I can.” He happily wrapped his arms around you and brought you close. You sighed in contentment and focussed on his breathing to distract you from the pain in your head. You were soon falling asleep.
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wrathkitty · 3 months ago
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Hello, My Dear - Chapter Seven
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“Then why not now?” That petulant half-whine in his voice was back – as usual, he heard what you had told him, but he wasn’t listening. “It’s as good a time as any, not to mention spares me from having to constantly worry about you tripping over a warp coil or catching a disease.”
God, how could anyone omniscient be this dumb?
On a good day, Q possessed the emotional maturity of a toddler. Dangle something shiny in his sight and he would pounce without a care for any other parties involved.
This had not been a good day.
You were exhausted, mind, body, soul. Ordinarily you had time to strategize the best approach of stuffing him into another person’s shoes (never mind making it seem like it was all his own idea in the first place), but you didn’t have the energy to try and reason with an entity who at the first sign of the dreaded ‘no’ would pack up his toys and go home.
Out of options, you resorted to cheap tactics and mercilessly deployed the deadliest weapon you had in your arsenal:
You burst into tears.
Hello, My Dear - Chapter Seven
Summary: Stories of the life and times of Q and his mortal more-than-just-a-friend, Ensign Reader. Because being omnipotent doesn’t mean a thing when it comes to relationships.
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klingonn-klingoff · a year ago
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First Kiss (Q x Reader)
For Anon! I hope you enjoy it. <3
Words: 985
Triggers: none
Fic type: fluff
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You watched quietly as Data, Geordi, and Barclay talked about a mishap down in engineering earlier that day. You weren't really listening. You had a lot on your mind, but you enjoyed the company. They weren't bothered by your silence either, so you didn't feel bad.
You thought of Q, he had been on your mind quite often these last few months. You couldn't help but smile down at your glass. You had grown to love him. Him and his smile. It was something that made your heart race every time.
"Are you thinking about a certain someone?" Geordi asked. He knew as well as everyone else at the table that you were.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Geordi," You said, leaning back in your chair.
"You can't lie to us," Geordi said, chuckling.
"Fine, I was thinking about Q. I can't help it." You tossed your hands up giving into your friends.
"I remember when you use to hate him," Barclay stuttered out.
"Me too," You whispered, "He was a nuisance."
"What do you see in him anyway?" Geordi asked.
"You have to admit, he is quite the charmer," you said, trying to play down your feelings. Geordi and Reg didn't look like they believed you in the slightest. "Okay, Fine. I love his free spirit and the fact he's unpredictable. . . not to mention he's handsome."
The two men laughed as Data cocked his head to the side, "You love him."
For an android who struggles to understand people, he hit it right on the nose. You did love him, You loved everything about him. He was it for you. Your one and only, and he had no clue.
She was suddenly on the bridge and sitting in the Captain's chair. She quickly rose to apologize to Captain Picard.
She noticed that Picard didn't seem annoyed. It was very unusual. Nobody seemed annoyed. They all were pretending to not look. Something weird was going on.
You knew it wasn't the fact that he brought you to the bridge. He brought you to the bridge so many times over the past few years. You had become close to everyone who worked on the bridge. Which turned into a close relationship with all the Senior Officers.
At first, they were worried that he was playing around with you. As weeks turned into months, they realized that for the two of you, it was so much more. The two of you flirted constantly. Q played simple harmless tricks on you. The friendship you shared was nothing like Picard's.
You walked over to where Q and Captain Picard stood. Q brought you into a hug like usual. You relaxed into his arms, you hadn't seen him in three weeks. You had missed him. He seemed to sense it as he tightened his hug and rubbed your back. Picard walked away, uncomfortable with the vulnerability of the two of you.
"Mon Capitaine, I hope you won't mind me stealing her away from the ship for a while."
"Just as long as she doesn't mind."
Q smiled down at you, "Do you mind if I steal you away from this dreadful ship so we can talk?"
She wondered if something was wrong, "Sure," she said loud enough for Picard to hear.
In a flash, she was standing with Q in a field of flowers. The colors were beautiful. She turned to look in the distance, she could see a faraway City, and trees in the distance. She looked up to see two moons in the darkening sky.
"Q, This place is gorgeous!" You said, getting excited and letting go. You wondered a little bit away and crouched down to smell the flowers.
"I can assure you, you look so much better than anything in all the galaxies,"  Q said.
You blushed bright red, "I-- Thank you, Q." The compliments felt much more real when the two of you were alone. "In all my life, I have never had someone make me feel the way you do," You admitted looking up at him, still crouching near the flowers.  
Q walked closer and crouched next to you before giving up and sitting on the ground beside you. "I hope I can make you feel like this forever."
You realized why he brought you out here. He wanted to confess his feelings to you. Your heart raced, the thought that he loved you back made you smile.
"Q, I'm getting the impression you brought me out here to--"
"To tell you that I want to be the one you love." Q grabbed your hands, "Please don't tell me I've gotten the wrong impression."
You leaned forward, landing on your knees directly in front of him, "I love you, Q. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
"I love you, [Y/N]." He took your right hand and brought it to his lips. You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face.
You stood brushing your pants off and encouraged him to stand. "I want to kiss you, It's more comfortable standing that the position we would have been in," you explained as his face scrunched up about to ask what you were doing.
He opened his mouth to say something, but you didn't want to wait. You tugged on his shirt, bringing him down to your level and kissed him. His hands went to your waist and tugging you tight against him as your mouths met. The kiss the two of you shared was the most passionate you had ever had in your life.
when she pulled back she couldn't help the wide smile as she leaned her forehead to his. "A perfect kiss." Q said, kissing her again before standing back upright. "are you hungry? I could take us somewhere to eat. I know humans go to eat on dates."
"Can we stay here?" you asked.
"of course, darling," he said, smiling down at you.
Your heart felt full. You had all you could ever want.
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kadet-jb · 3 months ago
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Personal Purchase
A/N: This one came out a little longer than I though it would, but here we are. Sorry if its a little more description than dialogue.
Pairing: Data x reader
Word Count: 956
Category: Fluff
Request: N/A
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Today was not a good day upon the Starship Enterprise. Between almost losing an away team to a sandstorm on an uninhabited planet and a warp engine malfunction, the crew was exhausted, even Data could admit that he was a little more spent than usual. This is when Geordi had the brilliant idea to ask the Captain if it was possible to have a small holiday on a nearby planet called Casperia. A world full of lush beaches and jungles occupied kind and beautiful creatures who had built wondrous markets. It was a place that looked almost perfect on paper. Picard only took a minute or two to come up with his answer, which was 'why not?'.
Data's door bell ringed, alerting him that someone was here to visit him. "Computer, who is it?" Data asked. "Mx. Y/N" He cocked his head to the side as if to wonder why you had stopped by. "Come in." The door slid open and you stepped in, suitcase at hand. "Good afternoon." You made your way toward the couch and plopped down next to Spot, petting her head. "So, Have you started packing yet?" Data stared at you petting Spot for a moment and then looked to you. "I have not. I do not see the purpose of me packing." He looked back to his computer and started typing once more. "Well, there's a bunch of beaches, so you could pack some swim trunks. Then, there's the hiking trails, which you might want to pack clothes for that. Oh, they have these really cool bars with live performances! And I mean, it might be nice to just not wear your normal uniform." You laugh at the thought of seeing him in anything different than that yellow and black suit. "My uniform serves me quite well." He looks back up to you and see the smile that you had, had been replace by a small frown. "But I suppose packing some clothes wouldn't hurt." This made your smile return and maybe even double.
"It won't be so bad Data. You could dress up like one of your holodeck programs for the bar. It's a really fancy place." Your comm goes off. "Excuse me." You tap the device and Riker's voice came through. "Riker. Y/N, how long does it take to bring your suitcase down here?" Riker playfully asked. "I stopped by Data's room to see if he packed, but he's starting now. I'll be on my way in a minute, I swear." You laughed at his urgency. "Okay then. Tell him to hurry up and get down here too. See you in a moment, Riker out." The comm makes a noise signalling the call was ended. "Well, I guess thats my cue to leave." You stand up and tuen toward Data. "As soon as you get done packing, head down to docking bay 1. See ya, Data!" You left his room and headed to Riker
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"What to do first? They have so many things to do here!" Deanna states excitedly. "The beaches look really nice right now, but they're kinda crowded." Geordi said looking over the other tourists heading toward the ocean. "Yeah and its way too hot for a hike." Riker adds. "The market doesn't looked to packed. Maybe we could look around there and then go swimming later?" You posed to the group of officers. "That sounds like a enjoyable plan." Worf says while staring at the entrance to the market stalls. "We should partner up for this activity. Casperia is kind in nature, but can sometimes have problems with thieves. You are more likely to be attacked if you are by yourself." Data states.
You all partner up. Riker and Deanna slowly walk around lost in conversation and only stop if something really catches their eyes. Geordi and Worf look into any booth with metal or food. Data and you try to spend time at most of the booths, curious about what each one has to offer. "Oh look at this!" You point toward a painting of a mesmerizing sunset with various colors and 3 suns. "I believe that is the planet Koi. It is a very beautiful painting." Data leans down to examine it further, while you look at the other alluring artworks.
"I think I might purchase this china set." Data points at a tea set that he's been inspecting for a while. "It's really pretty, Data! It would look really nice next to that statue you have." The tea set was very detailed and intricate, but it didn't really scream Data to you. "Data, if you don't mind me asking, why do you like this set?" He tilts his head and thinks for a moment. "It reminded me of you." You can't stop yourself from smiling and blushing at what he said. "T-thanks." Data starts to look somewhat confused and lifts his hand to your forehead. "W-what are you doing?" You wonder out loud. "Your face, ears, and neck are very red compared to your normal skin color. Are you hot or feeling sick?" Data stares into your eyes waiting for an answer. "I'm just a little hot thats all. It is quite warm here." You pull back from Data's hand and laugh nervously, trying to shake off what just happened. "Should we stop looking momentarily? We can take a break if you require one." Data turns fully toward you looking concerned.
"I'm fine, really. Umm, Anyway the tea set." You try to return to the original topic. "Yes. Madame?" He motions to a lady working the booth and proceeds to ask about his purchase. Maybe this trip could give you an opportunity to be more than just flustered friends with Data?
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clarkimagines · a year ago
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Jean-Luc Picard, Tasha Yar, Data Soong, Beverly Crusher, and Wesley Crusher When you Have a Panic Attack
Requested by anonymous, I hope you’re okay. I’m here if you need to talk or anything!
Jean-Luc Picard:
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He would be a bit surprised by your behavior, but immediately give you a break from your duties. He’d sit you down and try to get you to talk about how you were feeling. Once you told him what you needed, he’d help you through it with a reassuring hand on your shoulder.
Tasha Yar:
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Tasha was no stranger to panic attacks—she knew that little things could build up or bring back bad memories, and she told you so. She held you through the panic attack and rubbed your back soothingly, and encouraged you that you were safe and that you could make it through the panic attack.
Data Soong:
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He’d be a bit confused by your actions at first, but as soon as he realized what was happening he’d download a manual on how to help. He’d lead you in a grounding exercise, asking you what you see, hear, smell, and feel to get you more focused on your surroundings. Afterward, he’d check in with Dr. Crusher to make sure he did the right thing and would be prepared in the future.
Beverly Crusher:
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She recognized the signs of a panic attack immediately during one of your checkups. Immediately, she made sure she was acting calmly and told you she knew what was happening. She made sure you knew how to take care of yourself, asked you if you’d like some music on or if you wanted to talk about it. She mainly stayed quiet and let you work through your feelings.
Wesley Crusher:
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He’d be very worried for you and ask you lots of questions to make sure you had everything you needed. He’d give you a hug and sit with you, and he’d reassure you he didn’t think you were weak or silly for having a panic attack. After it was over, he’d talk to you about what caused it and help you figure out ways to prevent them and make sure he knew your triggers.
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Hello. Your writing is great. May I request TNG Worf, so comforts his s/o after she saves him from getting injured on a mission and the comms are unresponsive?
♦️{ I didn’t understand the last part of your request, so I just create a drabble where Worf comforts his S/O }
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   ♦️ WORF ♦️
The Klingon was v ery worried.
He felt so guilty for what happened, it would have never happened. He didn’t feel fine, at all. He should have been there for you and protect you but he was not. He was in trouble.
Worf was at the sickbay, comforting you after the bad experience the two of you had lived. He didn’t forgive himself to be so reckless and he didn’t forgive you to have risked your life like that.
“The Doctor said you are not in danger and you should heal soon, but it’s better if you stay here until the risk won’t be over.” Worf said with a severe tone of voice.
“I feel fine, and there has never been a risk, I am able to come back at my job even today.” You said, you were not lying saying you felt fine because you really did but Worf was worried, you could read anxiety in his eyes despite his expression was harsh but you knew, he was a good person and he cared about the things he loved.
“There has been any risk? You have been injured, you risked dying. It was definitely a risk.” His voice raised, he was stubborn. Maybe you were more reckless than he was.
“Ah, ok…Ok, but now I am fine, so there’s nothing to worry about.” You reassured him.
“You should have not done it…” Worf said, almost whispering, because he was not able to explain himself and his honour was broken. He just felt like a Klingon without honour.
“What do you mean?” you asked, confused and you didn’t regret what you did. You would do it thousands of times. You would never leave Worf alone.
“You know what I mean. You saved me…It was stupid.” He said, harshly.
“Why stupid?” you answered, and saving a life was not stupid. Especially saving Worf’s life. It was courage, love, not stupidity.
“You didn’t have to do it…It was dangerous, indeed, you got hurt.”
“Yes, but you would have been hurt then…” you said and it looked like a challenge of who was the most stubborn person between the two of you.
“It didn’t matter, I am a warrior, after all, I would fight till the end.” He said and you sighed. When Worf started to talk about warriors, you could not bear him.
“Yes, I know but… I don’t want to lose you.”
“I don’t want to lose you, too…” his tone was softer than before, because it was important, it was hard to say the truth, which he truly cared.
“Things are great now, we should not think about the bad consequences that would have been.” You explained, maybe you were the one who had to comfort him now.
“Yes, I know…” he could not stop to blaming himself.
“You don’t have to be worried, you have no fault…” you keep saying, so angry that he could not understand but at the same time, you found him so sweet in his harsh ways.
“I should have…”
“No, I did what I did because I loved you, I could not live without you…”
Your words hit him, they were so true and sweet, he looked down and he was glad, but he was still so proud. He was a real warrior but he was still unable to fight his feelings or to be nicer with himself.
Then Worf looked you in the eyes, you knew he felt the same for you, he didn’t need to say it, he was so shy sometimes but you were sure, his love was strong and sincere. He would not be here, he would be not worried if he didn’t care about you.
“I let you rest, I would be glad if you stay here more, be sure to feel totally rescued.” Word said, this time had been so sentimental that he was surprised of himself as well. 
“Ok, ok…But could I come back to my quarters, at least?” you asked him.
“Yes, you can… I will visit you to make sure you are not forcing yourself.”
Yes, he was not going to give up, he was such a severe nurse. 
“Ok, ok, chef…” you giggled.
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diaryofassortedimagines · 3 months ago
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dom!data x sub!fem!reader xxx
warnings: SMUT, sensation play, language, vibrators, edging, degradation
requested by: anon
gotta love generic ass titles! also, new little title thing going on :) not my gif, i believe it is from @cakesandsnouts
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data’s little game had began flooding into your everyday life to the point of a genuine hinderance. at first, the idea of him controlling your orgasms, however he so pleased, sounded like an incredibly appealing idea, and one that you gladly consented to. but you hadn’t realized he’d be this... mean. not to the point of where you could hardly even sleep, and you’d certainly never expected that he would edge you for nearly two weeks without even a hint of relief or mercy.
now, you were well aware that masturbation without permission was off limits- period. but, in honesty, what did he expect? to edge you for weeks, not granting you any relief, and then leaving you alone in bed, as he tended to his night shift, and as you tried desperately to ignore the ache between your legs and be able to get a least a little bit of rest. it’s almost as though he wanted you to disobey, all so that he could rain hell on you when you get caught. the pressure between your legs became more and more prominent as you thought about it, and as it began to verge on the side on unbearable (again), you figured that if you were wrong, he’d tease you endlessly, if you were right, he’d only do the same (perhaps more intensely). to the right of you, on his side of the bed, sat a medium sized box in his opened nightstand drawer. inside, a wide variety of tools and toys that he’d used over the past two weeks or so to tease you on and on, further and further. what scared you the most was that he still had toys left, ones he hasn’t used- a feather, a paintbrush, and candles were among the most interesting, though there were more.
he mastered the art of eroticism and dominance upon further exploring his emotions, making every action and decision deliberate in order to tease you best; he meticulously chose which toys to use and which not to use in what order- he saved the most exciting ones for last, etc. the vibrating, pink, silicone dildo was calling your name, and it was quite the persuasive voice. you think, so far, it was your favorite out of the box, as he had used it on you in the past. plus, he wouldn’t be off his shift for another half hour, and it wouldn’t take three for you to cum at this point.
once the toy was in your hands, it was too tempting for you to put it back down, and with a heavy sigh you eagerly tossed the blanket off of you and pushed down your sweatpants and underwear. holding it loosely between your fingers, you clicked it up to its third highest vibration, only half its power, and delve it between your folds.
“o-oh... y-yes.” both the pleasure and the relief was overwhelming. after a few seconds of roaming, you found your far too ignored clit, and turned up the vibrations from three to four. your hips were soon bucking violently, your moans uncontrollable and drawn out. “f-fuck ah~ yes!” you had hardly touched yourself, and yet already you were unbelievably close, and the knot in your stomach tied tighter and tighter as you continued your movements. you were a gasping, moaning mess.
you were just seconds away from cumming when a familiarly cold, firm hand grabbed hold of you wrist. you yelped, naturally, and opened your eyes to find data with a stern, yet adoring look on his face. you were in deep shit, now.
“d-data... your shift is supposed to end at 7:00-”
“i got off early, y/n. i hoped to surprise you with breakfast... it is clear to me you long for something else, don’t you?” you were left speechless, dumbfounded, as you stared your own demise in the eyes, bracing yourself for what was to come next. your wrist was still in his grasp, and he let go momentarily to yank the toy away from you, licking your juices off of it before tossing it to the side. “do you not you remember what i told you?” you couldn’t seem to get out the words, only heavy breaths. “answer me, sweet thing.” when you answered in only a nod, his voice raised a tad, and had a clear raise in authority. “words, y/n.”
“y-yes... i do.”
“and yet, you have disobeyed me. i have a complete memory of me informing you of the consequences. did you forget? i am glad to remind you...”
“... i remember, i do b-but i’ve been just so desperate, data and i-” he interrupted your pleads.
“desperate? for what are you do desperate for? tell me, darling.” you groaned at his sly, mischievous smirk.
“j-just lemme cum... p-please? please, pleeease, data?” poor choice of words on your part, as you would soon realize, and a pathetic attempt at begging, indicative of how exhausted and physically drained this had made you. he yanked the box of toys towards him, riffling through it ‘til he pulled out a pair of shiny handcuffs. he threw his leg over your body and took your hands as he worked on fastening the restraints.
“oh, do not worry, i will. i am aware of how desperate you are for me to just be inside you already...” he clicked them shut and locked them as he spoke with an excruciatingly teasing tone. “eventually.” he decided to lock you up even tighter as he tied one end of a silky black cloth to the chain of the handcuffs, and the other end to the bed post. “hmm... i wonder which item i will use on you today...” he mused, not at all serious; a sexual relationship with you has, for better or worse, greatly improved his sarcasm skills.
‘please not the candle, not the candle-’ you thought silently. you breathed a sigh of relief that the candle was left in the box and would be saved for later, before your breath caught in confusion as he pulled a white, faux feather and a smooth bristled fan paint brush from the collection.
“are you aware of what i will use these for?” you shook your head no, ‘of course not’ you thought. he chuckled in delight at your answer. “wonderful. which one you would like me to use on you first?”
“u-um i... well...” completely clueless to what either answer would entail, you chose. “the f-feather.” you flinched at your answer, nervous for the outcome, and his devilish smirk didn’t ease your worries one bit.
“i hoped you would say that.” he cooed. “are you going to continue to be good, now? attempt to make up for disobeying me and touching yourself earlier?”
“y-yes... i promise.” you spoke shakily.
“such a good girl, hm?” your gripped your neck between one large and cold hand. “close your eyes.” shocked, you didn’t, but rather stared him in the eyes, astonished. “do it!” he yelled. transparent, silky fluid gushed out of your core in abundance as he did so. this is what you wanted all along- intensity, forced submission, control (especially after weeks of endless nothing), and in response, closed your eyes. he was silent, until you felt a sudden tickle against your folds and gasped, making him chuckle. ‘the feather...’ you thought.
“d-data, ah-h!” he spread your lips apart, your sensitive insides exposed to cold air. teasingly, he grazed the feather over your clit, it’s precise location he had memorized, and he delighted in the gasp that sounded, the face you made, and every delicious detail of your crazed reaction.
“i bet you are enjoying this, are you not?” he teased as you let out a particularly strung out and intense moan, your mouth open, he clenched your neck between his golden hands and watched as your breath hitched. “my pretty little whore.” you nodded your head (to the best of your ability) in confirmation. “if only you could see yourself. squirming and desperate like a dirty slut.” he paused, leaning forward towards your neck and corrected himself in a whisper. “my slut... all mine.” he breathed heavily against your neck, and all the while you were moaning and acting just how he said you were. his words came out in a tone of exasperation, absolutely mystified by you.
“oh my god, data! p-please don’t stop. please?” he took note of your rising chest and heavy breaths, weighted moans, restless squirming- all telltale signs that you were close. with this knowledge in mind, he stopped abruptly. “n-no! please. please, please i’m begging you data.” he tilted his head, non-verbally asking you to elaborate. “i’m begging you to just let me cum already, oh, it’s been weeks!”
“i am quite aware of how long it has been.” he remained hovering over you. “but now look at you. weeks of denial has entirely unraveled you, precisely the way i wished it would. as earthlings might say, there is a certain ‘method to my madness’.” he stroked your cheek and dragged his thumb across your lower lip. you swiftly caught it between your teeth and sucked on it gently with a sultry gaze. “such a needy one you are.” he coped. “i could bet you dream of being put on display as i fuck you. to inform all the enterpise that you are only mine.” leaning forward, he sucked and bit hickeys into your skin into the places that were the least convenient to hide. “imagine what those attracted to you on the crew may think... ensign ro would be mortified that you are mine and not hers, now wouldn’t she? it is time they know you are not for them.” he mused at your body and expression. “do you think that you deserve to cum, now?”
“yes!” you exclaimed. “i do! please... p-please?”
“i am not so certain.” he looked you up and down. “convince me, y/n.” eager to prove your point, you burst out words immediately.
“it’s been weeks! and i’ve been so patient, i only disobeyed once for two weeks! i’m still your good little whore, aren’t i?” you knew how crazy that drove him. “pretty please...?” your words were desperate pleas. as his own arousal began to build up, he stayed completely silent as his lips curled into a smirk and he began to tease you with the feather once again. “please! oh my god, data, please p-please...” as he grazed the feather over your clit in deliberate strokes, the knot in your stomach soon returned. you didn’t dare to tell him that you were nearing your breaking point in fear that he would stop, but you didn’t have to tell him for him to know at this point. he knew what it meant when your stomach would tense as it rose and fell, as your breaths got shorter and your moans turned into silent gasps as you tried to control your breathing, and for a brief moment, he stopped. you were on the verge of a tantrum, but the moment you opened your mouth to speak, two of data’s long, thick, cold fingers delve into you with no warning, nor allowing you any time to adjust and immediately curling his fingers upwards and smashing them in and out of you at an unbelievable speed. “yes! data oh t-thank you! please, please don’t s-stop-” he almost felt bad as he watched you- the love of his life so desperate, and as arousing as your current state was, he had made his point, and you had gone weeks. his actions spoke for his words as he analyzed your breathing patterns and kissed you the moment your stomach unraveled onto his fingers. you moaned into his mouth, and at this he chuckled, breaking away from the kiss. yanking his fingers from your cunt he sucked your juices clean of one finger and shoved the other in your mouth.
“you taste so sweet, do you not?” you looked at him speechless for a moment as you searched for the words.
“i-i get it now... why you wanted to do that...” you admitted, still gasping. it truly was the best orgasm you had ever dreamed of having- weeks of begging turned into passionate relief. as soon as release had seemed out of your grasp, it hit you like a truck.
“careful with your words, princess.” squatting to your level on the side of the bed he pulled your hair behind your ears and admired the dark purple art he had left on your neck. “i hope they keep looking.” he said. “do you know why i encourage you to wear what you please?” you looked into his golden eyes as you nodded no. “because i trust that you *are* mine. it drives them crazy.” he smiled and leaned to give you an open mouthed kiss before standing. “sleep while you can, dear.” he began to walk away, and although you both knew you only had a few hours till your shift began, you gripped his wrist, alarmed, and pulled him (or attempted to, his two ton body didn’t move an inch that wasn’t voluntarily) toward you.
“i don’t wanna sleep without you, you lunkhead.” he stroked your cheek and circled around the bed to his side, sliding the drawer of toys shut before crawling into bed and pulling you into his arms in an iron grip. one last time, you said “thank you data.” in unison, you sighed in contentment.
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god i hope i did this BEAUTIFUL request justice
yes i DID go back and edit this after posting it DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT
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