#solok/reader

[leopardcoffee]

I've Got The Bull By The Horns 1/5

Captain Solok/Captain!Reader

🫧Warnings: Xenophobic themes, harsh language, ANGST

🫧Notes: Reader is femme aligned, most referred to the in 2nd person, this is an AO3 reupload!

There was absolutely no doubt in your mind that Captain Solok was the person you hated most in life. Everything he did, everything he said, made you want to just tear your hair out. He was so infuriating, so pompous, so utterly full of himself that some days you simply refused to believe he was Vulcan at all. You knew full well that your opinion was not exclusive, many DS9 personnel despised him, though perhaps only Captain Sisko’s hatred measured up to your own. Upon finding out that once again, Solok would be docking the T’kumbra here for repairs, you slammed your hand down on your station.

“What’s the matter Commander?” Major Kira came up behind you and placed her hand tenderly on your shoulder. She was always so thoughtful in that way.

“Solok is the matter, I can’t stand him. I’d rather die than have to see his smug face ever again.” You said through gritted teeth. Something about him just ignited such uncontrollable rage inside of you. You knew why, but you’d be damned before you’d ever admit it.

“Don’t say that, there’s no way he’s that bad.” Kira mused.

“Oh but he is, he is that bad. He’s the most arrogant, privileged, obnoxious person I've ever had the misfortune to meet. I’d be perfectly happy to hear he’d fallen off the face of Vulcan, never to be seen again.”

“Why? I know why Benjamin has such a problem with him, but why do you?”

You let out a long sigh. “It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time. Tell you what, we’ll have a girl’s night and you can tell me all about it. Besides, don’t you want to hear about who I’m seeing?” Kira whispered playfully in your ear, she always knew what to say to get you to agree. The prospect of relaxing with Kira after your shift sounded nice anyway, even if you would have to talk about Solok at some point. Rest had been escaping you lately.

“Count me in. I’ll meet you at Quark’s after our shifts.”

“I’ll be waiting.” She smiled, bid you a good rest of your day, and headed off to continue with her duties.

As soon as she was out of sight, you let your shoulders slump. Sighing, you rubbed a hand across your forehead. You really didn’t want to talk about Solok with her, or with anyone. But if it had to happen, better to confide in Kira than anyone else. You knew that you probably should have gone to a counselor after what had happened with him, but the prospect of working your feelings away had won out over your better judgment. Nonetheless, you had already agreed to it, there was no backing out now.

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Nervously, you made your way down the promenade to Quark’s. You picked at the edges of your uniform cuffs, a bad habit from the academy you’d never been able to kick. You knew Kira would be waiting for you, but stalling sounded wonderful.

“Y/N! There you are, what took you so long?”

Kira bounded over and greeted you with a hug. She was a new person now that she’d moved on from Shakar, it warmed your heart to see her so happy. A small part of you resented her for it, you wish you’d turned out that way, but Solok had made you bitter. It bothered you, this wasn’t who you wanted to be. Some days you didn’t even recognize yourself or who you’d become. The experience had turned you sour, made you resentful and vengeful, always fighting the urge to let your temper rip on some unsuspecting soul. Only Kira seemed to be able to stand you these days, and only because she was so relentlessly optimistic.

“Got caught up with something.” You mumbled, looking down at your shoes. It wasn’t entirely a lie, you were reading Solok’s pre-docking briefing. He’d be here at 0700 tomorrow, and would stay for over a week. A whole week with Solok stalking around in your peripherals sounded like the most miserable experience possible.

“Alright, tell me what’s wrong. Solok’s arrival has been bothering you all day, don’t think Julian and Miles didn’t notice and let me know.” Kira led you to a quiet table in the back by your elbow, two raktajino’s already waiting. Seeing that Kira had ordered yours the way you liked it- hot, double sweet, extra cream- made you feel more relaxed. Settling in to your quiet little corner and taking a sip of your drink, you smiled into your cup as it warmed your insides.

“So, what’s going on?” Kira prompted, never one to stall.

“It’s just, Solok and I…it’s complicated. During our early days as lieutenants, we served together on the Hermes, we were very close. I don’t really remember when it started, but at some point we became…involved with each other. It lasted for a while, and we were going strong until he got promoted. Once he did, he went for it and never looked back. I didn’t know he’d been transferred until I asked the computer where he was, he’d never even bothered to tell me. Low and behold, I did some digging to find out where he’d gone and found he was a Vulcan supremacist and had been hiding it from me. I wasted so much time fooling around with him and he never cared for me at all. He’s nothing but a no-good, two-faced, xenophobic liar! I loved him and he never gave a damn about me. He broke my heart, that’s why I can’t stand him. That’s why I don’t want him around, that’s why I'd love to go back to my quarters and just curl up and die.”

The look on Kira’s face had not been what you were expecting. Some surprise you had anticipated, but complete and utter shock had not been a prediction.

“Oh, wow. That’s…not at all what I was expecting. Solok and you were together?”

Sighing heavily, you classed your hands tight on the table to maintain an outward look of composure. Even thinking about Solok made you sick to your stomach. It hurt to explain yourself because deep down underneath all the anger and hurt, you still loved him. It was no use lying to yourself and trying to pretend like he didn’t consume your every waking thought and wasn’t the object of all your desires. Just the idea that he had been using you for your body made you want to shrink in on yourself and never utter another sound for as long as you lived.

“It’s not something I'm proud of. All he ever did was take advantage of my feelings for his own personal gain. Having him here for the week is going to make me lose my grip on my life again, I can’t let that happen. It was nothing short of a miracle that I was on Bajor the last time he was here, maybe I can convince Sisko to let me take the week off.”

“But running away from him won't solve anything!” Kira protested. “Clearly this hurts you more than you’re willing to admit. I think the two of you need to have a talk, lay everything out on the table so you can truly be at peace. I mean, how long have you had this cloud hanging over you?”

Putting your head in your hands, you sighed again. Kira was right, serenity escaped you because you lived every day with this open wound. It would be hard to talk to him, but it would be well worth the strife in the end. Peeking out from between your laced fingers, you noticed that at some point it had gotten late. Most of the patrons had left for their quarters and Quark was tidying up to close for the evening. You were on alpha shift tomorrow, staying up any later would make Solok’s arrival that much harder.

“I’ll do it. I can’t keep living like this, I need to let him go.”

Kira’s arm ran comfortingly up and down your own. “That’s the spirit.” She smiled warmly before pushing out her chair. “We’d best get to bed, you need the rest more than anyone tonight.”

Nodding, you copied her motions and went to return your mugs to Quark before following Kira out onto the promenade. The two of you walked in comfortable silence until you reached the habitat ring and had to part ways. She enveloped you in a long hug.

“Sleep well, ok? I’ll be there with you tomorrow, everything's going to be ok.”

“Thank you.” You murmured into her shoulder. “Good night.”

Kira bid you pleasant dreams and went on her way, leaving you to walk the short distance to your quarters. Upon returning, the moment the door closed behind you, you collapsed onto your bed. There was no energy left in you to change into nightclothes or sort yourself out, you just needed to sleep. Deactivating the lights. You curled up under your blankets and drifted off, willing tomorrow to never come.

[deepspacedukat]

Unconventional Holiday

I have participated in the Thanksgiving Drabble collection that I rb'd a post about! I'm scheduling this to be posted on December 5th when the works in that collection will no longer be anonymous. Solok decided (logically) that it was his turn. Enjoy!

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Solok (DS9) x Reader

[A/N: This is 100 words of pure smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Vulcan sex, risk of being caught, established relationship, mentions of a mating bond, implied telepathic bond, sex in a closet.

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While he hoped to make a good impression at his first shared holiday with his mate and her family, Solok could not control his hunger when her thoughts swirled so sensually through their bond. Sneaking into the cloakroom, the pair pulled aside only enough clothing to serve their needs.

The balance between silence and speed was essential, so he kept one hand clamped over her mouth even as the other slipped beneath her lace panties to rub her clit. The Captain typically preferred to take her in their bed, but this clandestine affair was too tantalizing for him to resist.

[ensignsimp]

More Romantic DS9 Solok HCs:

A/N: I am too thirsty for this fictional man. (Hints to the Next HCs Request)

A/N+: Thank you @jar-of-moondust for rebloging and saving my work! This has really helped rebuild my blog!

Prompt: The Solok Thrist Continues

GIF by deepspacedukat

Solok has a strange way of showing you affection.

He doesn't hold you to the ridiculously high standards that he used to.

However, he does like to use you as a way to show off.

You are immediately assigned to the bridge crew the moment your transfer paperwork comes in.

This means that you attend all of the higher-up meetings which usually means that you remain quiet and take notes.

"Yes, Ensign (L/N) has greatly improved their productivity since they've boarded the ship."

It can be rather embarrassing but he's always been very proud.

After work he has you report to his ready room where the two of you can speak more personally.

Also sneaky cuddle time.

He has to contain himself until after the doors shut.

That way none of his senior staff see him practically dragging you to the sofa to cuddle.

He has you sit in his lap while he runs his fingers through your hair and nuzzles your neck.

He caresses your hands and face, feeling the tingling emotions that lie underneath.

"Po tor du tor me uz?" *Why do you make me feel?

You can feel how much enjoys the feeling of having someone that he can be vulnerable with.

He practically melts under your touch when you caress his face or run your fingers through his hair.

When you kissed his cheek for the first time he was completely taken aback.

He didn't really know how to handle such an alien form of affection.

He didn't say stop.

Everyone on the ship is suspicious, so a few of your fellow Ensigns come up with a plan.

During one time during your off hours, a few of your "friends" dressed you up in traditional Vulcan robes.

They put you in a holodeck and show you around to a few popular cultural sites from home.

Only for the Captain to come in just in time for the Senior Officer Baseball Game.

"Enjoying yourselves Ensigns?"

They don't act surprised but you are obviously embarrassed by taking up so much time.

"Apologies sir, we lost track of time."

He is trying so hard not to show emotion but you can see brushes of green on his ears.

"Try not to let it happen again."

Solok can barely focus on the game.

His mind keeps wandering back to you, standing in the beautiful red sands of Vulcan, looking so enticing.

When he gets back to his quarters he has to meditate for an extra hour just to get his mind back on track.

He calls you to his quarters.

When you arrive you see him still attempting to meditate.

"I will have to punish those Ensigns for trying to get an emotional response out of me."

You are about to apologize for not understanding what he meant.

He looks at you with a little disappointment seeing you dressed in your uniform.

"There is something I must inform you of Ensign."

[trekkietales]

Why me?

Solok smut/fluff

Warning:

When I got transferred to a Vulcan ran starship I had no clue what I was up for. Especially as an accident prone human. My first day I spilt coffee all over my uniform in front of Captain Solok.

Oh, Captain Solok. That Vulcan has an air around him. He has complete control over his ship and respect from every single Vulcan on the ship. Oh and love from one clumsy human. Not that I could ever tell him.

Since I work on the bridge, I have to see and talk to him all the time. Even though talking didn’t really happen outside of work. Its kinda eerie quiet around the ship.

The day started out usual just standing and working on my consul. Just as I was passing the captain’s chair right as another ship attacked us out of no where. Which apparently wasn’t bad enough because the bump from the other ships gun sent me flying into Solok’s lap. We stared at each other before I jumped up and ran to my station.

After an hour of fighting we sent the ship back to their home in bad shape. We all got switched out for our off duty hours and a small meeting about the battle. After the meeting I was told to stay back. After the doors shut behind the last Vulcan Solok stood in front of me.

“I would like to discuss the situation that happened earlier.” His eyebrow raised as he calculated his next words.

“Sir, I am so sorry. That was a complete accident. I lost my footing when the ship attacked.” I was rambling when he cut me off.

“I am not upset with you. It was apparent that you had not meant to. What I was gonna say is that we have been from Vulcan for seven years now. I am sure you were informed of pon farr before being put on this ship.” I nodded.

“Yes, Sir. I was told about a few different things about Vulcan tradition.”

“As captain I am quite aware of the Vulcans that are entering Pon Farr. It is quite a few of them. The reason I am informing on this is that Vulcans change when under the effect of Pon Farr and I would like you to watch out for yourself. I don’t want another transfer.”

“I will watch my back captain. You have no reason to worry about me.”

“I better not. You are dismissed for your shift.” I nodded and took my leave.

I went back to my quarters. As I walked past Vulcans , I wondered who was gonna be under Pon Farr. I realized I was gonna have to change my off hours schedule.

As I entered my quarters I noticed someone was there already.

“Hello Volkic.”

“Hello, I am sorry for invading your privacy but I had to make you aware of something that I heard.”

“Go on.”

“I was walking by Selvik and I heard him saying he was going to try to mate with you. I didn’t want you to be caught off guard.” Volkic always had ways to show he cares for his friends, but I didn’t think he’d get in between another’s Pon Farr to protect me.

“Did you tell the captain? He seemed very concerned with safety on the ship.”

“Of course I did. Though he is concerned it seems he won’t do much to interfere unless someone is hurt.”

“Thank you for telling me. I will keep an eye out for him.” With that Volkic excused himself and left my quarters.

I sat in my room until I thought I might go insane. I had to leave. I open the door and look around a bit and step out to go to the small bar we have on board. As soon as I take two steps down the hallway I hear my name being called. I turn and see Selvik.

“Hello Selvik.”

“Hello, I have a proposal for you.”

“I overheard your plan and while I am entirely flattered I do not see you as anything more than a friend.” He looked a bit sad.

“I had no idea you had heard. I apologize if I have offended you.”

“You have not. I am sorry and I hope that you find someone else.” He nodded and walked away.

While I felt bad for lying to him, I couldn’t tell him that Volkic had told me. It would create chaos. I would just lay way lower maybe just get fun stuff to stay in my quarters. I quickly turned to run back to my quarters when I ran into a chest. I looked up.

“Hello, is everything alright?” Solok looked down at me.

“Yes, Sir. I am just grabbing a few things and going back to my quarters.” I smiled hoping he didn’t see that I was still shaken from my last conversation.

“Good, if you don’t mind I would like to accompany you to your quarters. After your last conversation I think it would be best if you have a guard around you when you are off duty.”

I knew I couldn’t tell my captain no so I nodded and I grabbed what i needed to and off we went back to my quarters.

“Am I gonna get you as my guard all the time?” Even though I knew he couldn’t I still liked being around him.

“I do wish I could. Seeing myself that my crew is safe is my number one priority. Though I can’t as I have many responsibilities on the ship.”

“I understand.” We walked in silence to my door when I turned around to thank him, he was inches from my face.

“You smell different.” I looked confused. I hadn’t changed my perfume.

“I don’t think I should. Nothing has changed in my daily routine.”

“I apologize, I must be getting back to the bridge.” He just about ran away. I had no clue what had happened. I closed my quarter’s door and laid down on my bed.

As I entered the bridge, I asked my number one what I had missed.

“Nothing Sir, everything has been normal since you left.”

“Thank you, I would like to speak with you on a pressing matter.” He nodded and we walked into a smaller area just off the bridge. It was a room we used for meetings involving higher ups.

“What would you like to discuss Captain.”

“Can I ask what’s wrong?”

“Personal reasons. I will start my leave now. So until I say so you are acting Captain.”

“Yes Sir.” We both walked out and I walked to my quarters.

I normally have no problem going past her door. But now as Pon Farr is rattling my brain I find myself almost forced to knock on it.

I heard a knock on my door and wondered who it could be. Vulcans aren’t known for making random visits. I opened the door to find Solok there.

“Hello, Captain. What can I do for you? Would you like to come in?” I smiled in slight surprise.

“Yes please.” I moved so he could enter.

I looked at him waiting for his reason to be here but it seemed he too was confused as to why he was here.

“What is wrong Captain? You look a bit confused.”

“I would like to mate with you.” My eyes widened as the realization hit me. The reason he was acting unusual was because Pon Farr had started with him.

“I am not sure what to say.”

“Let me prove to be a good mate before you give me your answer.”

“I have my answer already.” He looked almost scared of what I could say.

“If you are sure then go ahead.”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I don’t quite know what I need to do but if you run me through it, I will gladly be your mate.”

He put his hand up to my face and said something (I was so nervous that I completely missed what it was) and i could see me. From his eyes. His memory.

“Do you remember this?” He showed me the first day on the ship when i turned from the replicator with an iced coffee and ran into his chest spilling it on him and on myself. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as they had when it had happened.

Not only could I see the memories but I could feel his emotions. I could feel the confusion when we collided. There was something else lingering but I couldn’t quite understand.

“Protectiveness. For some reason from that moment I started to notice you. And how clumsy you can be. It made me almost too protective of you. Like I have to look after you.”

To feel what he feels almost overwhelmed me. It swirled around me. It clung to my heart. I looked through his eyes and I felt his love, his adoration for me.

“I-I don’t know how to say how I am feeling.”

“You don’t have to, just as you feel my emotions, i feel yours.” He leaned in and kissed me. I opened my mouth as he pulled away but he stopped me.

He got down on his knees and put his face into my hip. I was confused as to what he was doing until i heard a sniff. He could smell that i was aroused. He looked up at me and almost begged.

“I need to be inside of you. I need to feel you around me.” The sight of Solok on his knees turned me on more than i could ever imagine.

“Yes, please.” I whined. I knew i sounded pathetic but i didn’t care at the time all i cared about was him.

He immediately jumped up. Looking into his eyes they were now dark. Almost commanding, dominating even.

He pushed me on the bed and without hesitation or warning he entered me. I moaned at the feeling of being stretched. He was hitting every spot and making me seeing stars.

He kept whispering Vulcan in my ear with every thrust. His grip on me was almost as if he was scared i would’ve vanish if he let go. With one last thrust we both let go. Almost moaning in unison. I looked at him.

“What were you saying?”

“I was telling you i love you and would never leave you.”

I smiled at that answer. I was so lucky that i fell in love with Solok. And even luckier that he fell in love with me.

Captain’s log:

Hey, sorry it took so long for this story to come out. Between wifi problems and my daughter’s first birthday, i was having so many troubles getting everything done. I hope yall like it.

[magicofthemoonlight]

Captain Solok - dating headcanons

My favourite Vulcan <3

[harley-rose25]

SolokXHuman, human gets assigned to the T'kumbra, personality variants, white privilege?, I still don't know how to title things.... anyways

I started reading this Solokxhuman fic the other day where human gets assigned to the t'kumbra and is like Im gonna do the best job ever and prove that smug dickwad that he's wrong about human inferiority. I've read a couple or maybe a few fics that start with that premise; and I was just thinking, If I were assigned to work under Solok I probably wouldn't put in any effort to prove him wrong. like, I probably wouldn't put in less effort or do worse (though I might, actually, depending on my mood and the circumstances idk) , but I wouldn't care enough to try harder or worry about what he thinks of me or humans in general.

But then I was thinking that maybe this is an aspect of privilege; like, because I'm white, I don't really need to worry too much about how my performance as an individual affects peoples perceptions of my race or nationality. Though I am also a woman and in that regard I do kinda need to consider how I'm affecting the perception of women as a group, but I don't think its to the same extent as it would be for say a black person (atleast in a white dominant country)

but also some people also just a "Ill prove you wrong." type of personality and others have more of a "Well, you're allowed to have wrong opinions." type of personality

[akamitrani]

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DS9 Solok x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slow burn (eventual smut, I promise), vulcan x human, vulcan superiority complex (?), angst, a lot of tension. THIS CHAPTER MIGHT HURT SLIGHTLY.

Summary: Assigned to assist Captain Solok on a research project meant to prove Vulcan superiority, a human officer disrupts his views.

Chapter 3: Disruption

[ SOLOK POV ]

Solok sat in the dim solitude of his quarters, fingers steepled, eyes closed. The hum of the ship was distant, a background presence he had learned long ago to tune out. Meditation required focus. Control. It was the foundation of Vulcan discipline.

And yet…

He exhaled slowly. His mind should have been empty. He should have been contemplating the principles of logic, reinforcing his mental fortitude. Instead, an image surfaced—her.

It was intolerable.

Your face, your voice, the way you stood so defiantly before him, refusing to yield to his dismissal. The way your hands had moved with such precision as you worked, utterly absorbed in the task before you. The way your uniform fit against your—

Solok’s eyes snapped open, his jaw tightening.

Illogical. Unacceptable.

Yet, no matter how many times he pushed the thought away, it returned. The memory of your fingers brushing against his own, the electric jolt that had shot up his spine, the way you had looked at him afterward, as if you had noticed something shift within him.

His breath was steady, controlled, but inside, something had shifted – something he could not rationalize.

He had spent years reinforcing the superiority of Vulcan intellect, the weakness of human sentiment. And yet, here he was, in his own quarters, unable to silence the intrusive thoughts of you.

Your eyes, sharp and filled with challenge. Your lips, curling into that insufferable smirk whenever you caught him off guard. The way you carried yourself – so at ease in your imperfection, so maddeningly confident despite your human shortcomings.

He had dismissed you. Removed you from the project to prove his point. And yet, you had refused to leave quietly. You had proven him wrong. Again.

And somehow… somehow, that was more captivating than it had any right to be.

Solok exhaled sharply, pushing to his feet.

Meditation was impossible.

This would not do. He needed to regain control of his thoughts. The illogic of the situation was clear—dwelling on an anomaly did not serve him. A distraction would be required.

Without another word, he exited his quarters, his steps measured, purposeful. But instead of returning to the bridge or the research lab, he found himself heading toward the observation deck. Not the one commonly used by the crew—no, he required solitude. There was a hidden section, tucked away near the secondary hull, where the stars stretched endlessly before him, undisturbed by the presence of others.

It was foolish, perhaps, but the quiet expanse of space had always aided in recalibrating his thoughts.

As the doors hissed open, he stepped into the dimly lit deck, the vastness of the cosmos spreading before him. He clasped his hands behind his back, inhaling slowly, forcing his mind to align with reason.

And yet, even here, in the cold silence of the void, your presence lingered.

This was… concerning.

[ READER POV ]

You lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling, arms folded behind your head. The soft hum of the ship’s systems filled the quiet of your quarters, but it wasn’t enough to lull you to sleep.

Because he wouldn’t leave your mind.

Solok.

That smug, infuriating, impossible Vulcan.

You exhaled sharply, rolling onto your side. You had never cared much for his opinion, but something about the way he had looked at you tonight... No, not looked, observed – it stuck with you. That unreadable expression, the way he had hesitated before speaking, as if struggling against something. And then that damned touch.

It had been brief, but not forgettable. His hand had jerked away as if burned, and for just a fraction of a second, something had flickered in his gaze.

And that shouldn’t have mattered to you.

But it did.

You groaned, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes. This was ridiculous. You had sparred with Vulcans in debates before, had clashed with arrogant officers, had gone toe to toe with men and women who thought themselves superior. None of them had ever made your heart race the way it had when Solok looked at you like that.

You turned again, punching your pillow, willing sleep to come. It didn’t.

With a sigh, you sat up, running a hand through your hair. If sleep wasn’t happening, maybe a walk would help. It has to. The ship was quiet this time of night, most of the crew off duty. Maybe you’d grab some tea, clear your head, and let it go.

Dressed in casual off-duty wear, you slipped out into the corridors, walking aimlessly, letting the ship’s soft, pulsing lights guide you. It was strangely peaceful – until you found yourself near an observation deck.

You paused, glancing at the entrance. You hadn’t meant to come here, but something tugged at you.

The doors hissed open, and that’s when you saw him.

Solok stood near the vast stretch of reinforced glass, his back to you, hands clasped behind him. The stars illuminated him in soft silver light, casting sharp shadows along the contours of his face, his shoulders. He looked almost… regal like this. Still, composed – except for the tension in his stance.

For some reason, you didn’t think he had come here for peace.

You leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms – “Couldn’t sleep either, huh?”

He stiffened slightly – so slightly that if you weren’t watching him closely, you might not have noticed. But you were watching him closely.

He didn’t turn immediately. Instead, he said – “I did not expect company.”

You smirked – “I’ll take that as a ‘leave me alone.’”

A pause. Then – “Your assumptions are often flawed.”

The silence between you stretched. For a moment, you thought Solok might walk away, retreat behind that unshakable Vulcan logic and dismiss you the way he always did so before he could do that you'd do it yourself, you shifted to start walking away.

“Stay.” – Solok said.

You blinked – “...what?”

He glanced at you, his expression as composed as ever, but there was a deliberateness in his voice – “You sought clarity here. As did I. It would be… inefficient to abandon the attempt.”

You studied him for a moment. His posture was rigid, his hands still neatly clasped behind his back, but there was something in his stance that felt less like cold dismissal and more like uncertainty.

Solok was second-guessing himself. That is new.

“…alright” you said finally, stepping closer to the viewport.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then you asked – “Do Vulcans ever get overwhelmed?”

Solok glanced at you then. A brief flicker of his bright eyes, before they returned to the stars. “Vulcans do not experience emotion as humans do.”

“That wasn’t my question.”

Another pause. Longer this time.

Then, softly – “We do not get overwhelmed. But there are moments where clarity is… elusive.”

You tilted your head, watching him. That was the closest he’d ever come to admitting something bothered him.

“That's why you’re here?”

He didn’t answer. But he didn’t deny it either.

You studied him in the quiet. His sharp features, the way the starlight played along his face. You had always thought him severe – too rigid, too caught up in his own logic. But here, in this moment, he looked almost… conflicted. As if something was weighing on him.

And somehow, impossibly, you wanted to be the one to shake it loose.

“Why do you think so little of humans?” – You asked.

Solok turned his head slightly, studying you with that calculating gaze – “I do not think ‘little’ of humans. I merely acknowledge their limitations.”

You scoffed – “That’s just a fancy way of saying you look down on us.”

His brow arched slightly – “It is an assessment based on logic and evidence.”

“And yet, here I am, standing beside you. You haven’t dismissed me yet.”

He didn’t answer immediately. You watched as something shifted behind his eyes, something careful and measured.

“You are… competent” he admitted, as if the words were a reluctant concession.

You smiled – “High praise, coming from you.”

He exhaled through his nose, an almost-sigh, the closest thing to amusement you had ever heard from him – “Your species is unpredictable. Emotionally volatile. Often reckless.”

“And yet?”

A pause – “And yet, you persist.”

You tilted your head, intrigued – “That sounds almost like admiration, Captain.”

He turned away, eyes back on the stars – “It is merely an observation.”

You let the silence settle again, but something had shifted. There was no hostility, no smug superiority... just curiosity. A reluctant, undeniable curiosity.

Solok found himself watching you again, though this time, his thoughts strayed to… other matters.

Your off-duty attire was different from the standard uniform – sleek, fitted, yet entirely appropriate. And yet, his gaze traced the contours of your figure, lingering in places it should not.

His mind refused to discard you.

You were standing beside him, speaking something about humans, their adaptability, their resilience but the words barely registered. He should have been listening, offering some cutting remark or logical rebuttal, but his focus had splintered, pulled toward something far more illogical.

The curve of your throat. The delicate dip at the base of it, where his gaze lingered longer than it should.

The subtle rise and fall of your chest as you breathed, the way the soft fabric of your off-duty attire shifted with each movement. It was form-fitting, designed for comfort, but to him, it was an invitation to thoughts that had no place in his mind.

His eyes traced lower – swiftly, efficiently, cataloging details with an almost scientific precision. The way the material hugged your waist, accentuating proportions that were… fascinating. The slope of your hips, the defined shape of your legs. It was all there, presented so casually, so unknowingly, and yet his mind seized on it, unwilling to let go.

He could imagine– no.

His jaw tightened. He forced his hands to remain clasped behind his back, resisting the inexplicable urge to reach forward, to test the warmth of your skin beneath his fingers.

He was being undisciplined.

And yet, he wondered if he stepped closer, would you notice the shift in his breathing? Would you tilt your head just so, granting him a better view of the exposed line of your neck? If he allowed himself the indulgence of touch, would you–

“You know” you said lightly – “for someone so committed to proving Vulcan superiority, you sure spend a lot of time watching me.”

His gaze snapped to yours, unreadable but sharp – “I do not—”

You scoffed – “You do.”

His lips parted slightly, as if preparing a rebuttal, but none came. Instead, he exhaled through his nose, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if calculating his next move.

But you didn’t let him find an escape.

You leaned in, lowering your voice – “What are you trying so hard not to think about, Captain?”

His throat moved in a slow swallow.

You shouldn’t have enjoyed this so much – seeing him hesitate, seeing that carefully constructed wall of his crack, just a little. But you did. Because for all his smugness, for all his logical superiority Solok was not unaffected.

Solok did not realize he had moved closer.

It was not a conscious decision. It was not premeditated. It was not logical.

And yet, there he was... so near to you that the warmth of your body seeped into his own, your scent filling his senses, your breath feathering against his skin.

He should have stepped back. He should have reasserted control, reinforced his discipline, reminded himself that this was not what he wanted.

But he did want. Instead, he inhaled.

The scent of you – subtle, sweet, provocative – washed over him and something inside him stirred. It was primal, instinctual, something buried deep within the Vulcan biology he had spent a lifetime mastering.

He exhaled slowly, as if testing the way your presence affected him. His hand hovered just shy of your hip, his other curling at his side as if physically restraining himself from something he dared not name.

“This is… troubling” he murmured, his voice unusually low.

You stiffened, but you did not pull away – “...what is?”

His gaze flickered to your throat, to the gentle pulse there. His fingers twitched. He could feel the heat of your skin, so close, so tempting.

He was losing his senses.

And yet, for the first time in his life, he did not care.

“You are… a suitable mate” – the words slipping from his mouth before he could stop them.

Silence.

He felt the sharp intake of your breath, the way your body got warmer under the weight of his statement. He should not have said it. It was too much, too intimate, too–

His chest rose and fell, his control unraveling thread by thread. His gaze traced the shape of your jaw, the curve of your lips, the way your eyes searched his as if trying to understand how.

Then, like a sudden jolt, clarity struck him.

A human.

He was losing his senses over a human.

His breath hitched, and he wrenched himself back so suddenly it felt like tearing himself from a force he could not name.

His hands clenched at his sides, his expression shifting from something dangerously unguarded to something terrified.

“I—” He swallowed, voice unsteady, then hardened – “This is unacceptable.”

You blinked, confusion flashing in your eyes. “What...?”

He straightened, fists tight, his mind racing to rebuild the walls that had just come crashing down.

“I am losing my senses” he said, his voice colder than before, sharper – “Because of a human”

He had not meant to say it. But it was true.

The moment the words left his mouth, he knew his mistake.

Your expression changed – shock, then hurt, then something unreadable.

You stepped back. The warmth between you vanished.

“…I see” you said quietly. Your tone was steady, but he could hear the tension beneath it, the sting of his words.

He had wounded you.

The realization struck him deeper than he anticipated.

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head as if to clear it, then turned on your heel and walked away.

He did not stop you.

Because if he did, if he said anything else... he was afraid he might betray himself again.

Solok did not move.

He stood frozen, his body rigid, his hands still clenched at his sides as he watched you walk away.

Your face, your expression – it was burned into his mind. The flicker of hurt in your eyes, the subtle way your lips pressed together, the faint tremor in your breath before you turned from him.

His chest ached.

A strange, foreign sensation gripped him.. something deep, something wrong. A tightness in his ribs, a sting in his very core that logic could not explain.

You were hurt.

Because of him.

The thought sent a wave of deep, gnawing anguish through his mind.

He had wanted you. That was the undeniable truth. His instincts had taken hold, his control had faltered, and he had let slip the one thing he had spent his entire life avoiding.

But you were human.

That had been his justification, his final defense. If he did not acknowledge it, if he refused to let it manifest, it would cease to exist.

Wouldn’t it?

But as he stood there, unmoving, watching you disappear down the corridor, he felt it linger.

He felt you linger.

And for the first time in his life, he hated his own logic.

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You reached your quarters, locking the door behind you before pressing your back against it.

Your breathing was shaky. Your hands trembled at your sides.

And then, finally, your composure broke.

Tears welled in your eyes, slipping down your cheeks as you brought a hand up to your mouth, stifling the sound of your own heartbreak.

You understood now.

Solok did have feelings for you. He had wanted you, even if only for a moment. His hesitation, his nearness, the way his breath had lingered at your throat – it had all been real.

But in the end, it hadn’t mattered.

Because you were human.

And he could not bring himself to choose you.

A quiet sob escaped your lips, barely audible in the silence of your quarters.

You had never thought it would hurt this much.

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[schn-tgai-scripted]

As a treat, because I've been sitting on it for long enough lol

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M Multi

Fandom: Star Trek

Relationships: Captain Solok (Star Trek)/Reader Vorik (Star Trek)/Reader

Characters: Captain Solok (Star Trek) Vorik (Star Trek)

Additional Tags: Birthday Spanking, Webcam/Video Chat Sex, Rough Body Play, Emotional Manipulation, Vulcan Bond

Birthday Spankings-S7S P.S.1

Summary: Also known as 'Im Gonna Write Ten Post-story Sex Scenes Because Solok and Vorik Make Me Insane; Take One'

[leopardcoffee]

I've got the bull by the horns (2/5)

Captain Solok/Captain!Reader

🫧Warnings: emotional distress, arguments

🫧Notes: femme aligned reader, this is an AO3 reupload! The finished story can be found there :)

Part 1

But tomorrow never fails to come, because it is always today. And today, he arrives.

The T’kumbra was due to dock ahead of schedule, leave it to Solok to be early, you mused. Sitting tight at your station was consuming all your mental discipline. You were certain Dax could tell you weren’t working, but Kira had presumably filled her in as to why you were so distressed, and didn’t say anything. Why bother to hide that kind of information anyway, you thought, the more people who knew and could steer him away from you, the better.

Despite waking up this morning repeating the mantra that you hated him, you knew you had given your all into your appearance today, Your uniform was pressed, nails freshly painted, hair adequately tamed. Surveying Opps, it was clear that no one besides yourself seemed to care about the momentous occasion that was set to occur today. It was just you who was tearing their hair out over Solok’s impending arrival. Everything was going well, yet you still worried. Kira had made sure to pack your schedule for the rest of the week, keeping you preoccupied and way out of his way. Even so, you just couldn’t focus on the task at hand. All it was was some sensor readings from the wormhole, but even that was undoable for the present moment.

“Captain, the T’kumbra requests permission to dock.” Miles disturbed your peace with his announcement. Whatever fragile measure of composure you had been hanging onto dissolved, and your anxiety overwhelmed you. It took a great deal of effort to hide the fact that you were shaking from everyone else in Opps, and if anyone noticed they stayed quiet.

“Permission granted.” Sisko sounded less on edge than you were hoping. If the two of you could commiserate together, then maybe he would sympathize with your plight and confine you to quarters. Seemingly, whatever feud between them had been put to rest. You were happy for him, but unhappy for yourself.

For the next few minutes, you poured over your schedule and tried to ignore the chill of uncertainty that was busy seeping into your bones. Opps was quiet, moments ago someone had given word that the T’kumbra had docked successfully and repairs would begin at once. Relaxing ever so slightly, you allowed yourself to slump back in your chair. Running your hands over your face, you groaned. All that worrying for nothing, he wasn’t coming to Opps because he was too busy overseeing his ship’s repairs. A sense of security flooded you, but it was short lived.

“Captain Sisko, it is agreeable to see you.”

You froze mid action, completely and wholly petrified. Not daring to glance at him, you shrunk further into your seat. Dax noticed your despair and walked in front of you, effectively shielding you from his line of vision. He followed Sisko into his office, clearly still unaware of your presence, and it wasn’t until he got to the steps that you finally got a good look at him.

The last time you had seen him, the two of you had been tangled up together in his bed. His glossy black hair was exactly as you remembered it. Everything about him screamed success, down to his polished boots. He wore the mark of his years just as you did, but where he had aged gracefully, time had turned you sour. While his expression was carefree, yours was forever drawn into a sneer.

Breathing shakily, you were grateful for Dax’s comforting hand on your shoulder. On unsteady legs, you rose and prepared to make your escape. The ground blurred beneath your feet as you navigated Opps, stumbling and tripping as you made your way to the turbolift. In the last few feet, just when you thought you were in the clear, you heard his voice.

“Commander, it has been a long time.”

In your peripheral vision, you could see him walking towards you, straight back and hands clasped. Fumbling to contain yourself, you slumped over onto the nearest console, not even bothering to respond to him. You felt sick to your stomach, the whole room was spinning violently. Panic had you in its hold and squeezed at your throat until you gasped for air.

“What do you want?” You spat.

“I would be remiss if I did not attempt to speak with you during my stay. Captain Sisko informed me you requested shore leave on Bajor last time I was on the station.” Solok quipped, stopping at your side. His eyes were piercing and his gaze unrelenting. Anxiety had rendered you utterly helpless. At least the other Opps personnel had the decency to look away.

“Leave me alone.” You said through gritted teeth. Somehow, you managed to stand up and look him in the eye. “Don’t speak to me, don’t come near me, I don’t want anything to do with you, understand?”

Solok’s reaction had not been what you were expecting. He recoiled from you and took a step back. “I am sorry Commander, it was not my intention to upset you. I merely wished to talk.”

“Well, you did. You had all the chances in the world to talk to me, and you wasted every single one. I have nothing to say to you.”

“But I have many things to say to you. Please, k’diwa, allow me to speak with you when you are feeling up to it.”

You were dimly aware of the gasp that Dax was unable to contain at the Vulcan term he had used. It was unfamiliar to your untrained ear, but it must have meant something to her. Not that it mattered to you, he could spare you his Vulcan insults.

“Maybe. Just leave me be for now, we’ll talk later.” You said, walking away from him as quickly as you could manage and hoping he wouldn’t have the audacity to follow you.

“I will not give up k’diwa, I must speak with you before I leave!” Solok called after you. Not bothering to respond, you leaned heavily against the wall of the turbolift and called for the habitat ring.

That was nothing short of a complete and total disaster. You had nearly passed out, disrespected a superior officer, and left Opps during your shift. All of that was not how you saw your morning going, but you couldn’t deal with the consequences of your actions right now, that was a problem for later.

[harley-rose25]

Love it, picturing Solok in an apron is so cute.

Worth it

Pairing: Solok x gen!reader Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Words: 1600 Warnings: This is my first attempt at second POV in over a year so please be nice and tell me what you think, please A/N: OMG guys, THANK you SO SO SO MUCh for over 100 Followers? May not seem much to others but I was surprised over one. SO thank you so so much

Why?

How come?

Have you gone mad?

Is this your free will? Blink twice if it's against your will!

It'll never last. Just wait and see.

Really? The xenophobe?

Questions upon questions upon questions that have haunted you for months now. You should have known, you thought silently, leaning against the wall of the turbolift. Ever since your relationship with Solok had come out five months ago, the people around you had treated you as if you had lost your mind, as if you were no longer sane.

You couldn't remember the last time so many people had told you that your relationship wouldn't last, that he would leave you and take advantage of you. You thought that it had never happened in your life that so many people had tried to interfere in your love life. Especially as their statements were "illogical", to quote your partner.

Why?

You loved him, he loved you, for whatever reason he had chosen to do so. You knew it hadn't really been by choice.

How come?

Well, you had started working on the T'Kumbra during the Dominion War due to a lack of personnel. At first, Solok was not at all enthusiastic about this and would probably have done anything to get you off his ship. However, even he had had to see the logic in having enough personnel, even if they were human. Over time, he had taken the time to almost befriend you, and even you had to admit that the grumpy captain had grown on you.

And when the war had ended and your position on the ship was no longer necessary, he had asked you to stay. He had tried to reason it out logically, had avoided your gaze and even turned green in the face until he had exhaled deeply, looked you in the eye, the icy blue had sent a shiver down your spine with the warmth it radiated. And you had agreed.

From then on, however, it had still taken a few weeks for the two of you to pull yourselves together and, admittedly under the intoxicating influence of Romulan ale and chocolate ice cream, to speak openly.

You had tried to keep it under wraps, but that was quite difficult on a ship full of Vulcans who easily recognised the change in their captain's demeanour as that of a mate's protector. The good thing, though, was that they were Vulcans, which was why they had been able to keep their mouths shut, even if you had sometimes been met with the odd raised eyebrow. Granted, if you found out that your Cardassian-hating, Bajoran captain was suddenly dating one, you probably would have raised eyebrows too. If not more than that.

It only came out two years later, when you had to make a stop on Deep Space Nine and, due to damage from an asteroid shower, a plasma conduit had exploded near you and you had been taken to the infirmary. Although the injuries were not life-threatening, they still hurt incredibly and Solok did not make the situation any better by rushing into sickbay and demanding, almost emotionally, to see you. Unfortunately for you, Doctor Julian Bashir had been on duty at the time, which is why the whole station knew two days later and almost the entire fleet a month later.

Which is why you were now getting wry looks from everywhere and worried messages from your friends. Not that it affected your opinion in any way. It was just annoying.

At the moment you were on Deep Space Five because the T'Kumbra had been badly damaged due to a space anomaly and had to be repaired. Unfortunately, the quarters of you and your fiancé had also been hit, which was why you now had to quarter on the station. Your gaze fell on your hand and you had to smile as it was caught by the plain silver band that now adorned your ring finger.

Xenophobic your ass.

Maybe he had been, but Solok had truly improved. Granted, the proposal had been a bit messy and not really romantic (he truly could have found a better time than when you were led to your execution on an alien planet), but he had put a lot of research into it. Solok had chosen the ring personally and, although it was frowned upon in Vulcan society, had chosen a ring for himself, which he wore proudly day and night and even on duty. When planning the wedding, you took your time, after all you couldn't get away from her at the moment anyway, as the T'Kumbra was not operational, you had suggested a Vulcan ceremony, but Solok had insisted on two ceremonies. One Vulcan and one human. Although he had given a logical reason (" a Vulcan, traditional ceremony will be necessary, but only in a few years, as my time is not yet, however, it is illogical to wait so long. I therefore propose a compromise with a human and Vulcan wedding so that the consummation of our marriage can be performed as soon as possible") however you knew only too well that your fiancé was trying to make up for his previous "illogical" thinking, as he called it. Even if he still didn't like Sisko.

You sighed and walked down the corridor to your quarters. Admittedly, you didn't normally care much for the hateful comments of the people around you, but today you had met your best friend, or at least you had thought they were, for the first time in ages, and instead of enjoying the time together, you had listened to one hateful comment after another until you couldn't take it anymore. You had given them a choice, either accept Solok or leave. Five minutes later you were standing outside your door, making the outcome of the situation pretty clear.

"How can you stand this?! He's Vulcan. They don't have feelings! Can you really spend the rest of your life with a man you know is cold and heartless!!!? And then him!! The most xenophobic Vulcan of all Vulcans. He doesn't care about you and he's just taking advantage of you!!! Are you that deluded!!!?" It had not been the first time you had heard such words and it would not be the last.

The doors opened and closed behind you and the sight made you melt inside. The table was set, the napkins folded as if with a ruler, they probably were, and wine glasses were placed at an exact, equal distance from the plates. The smell of your favourite dish drifted through the room and you could see, as you glanced around the corner, Solok in civilian clothes and with a black apron around his neck, standing in the small kitchen. A smile crept onto your lips as you approached.

Cold and emotionless. Of course. If only they could all see him now. How he read the recipe with a concentrated expression on his face, looked to the ingredients in front of him and then worked on them carefully and precisely. You knew he didn't really need the recipe, but the very fact that he did it to be one hundred percent sure he wasn't ruining your favourite dish made your heart beat faster and a feeling of warmth and love rise inside you.

He was so focused on his task that he only noticed you when you wrapped your arms around him. "I didn't know you had one of those." Smiling, you propped your chin on his shoulder and ran your finger over the hem of the apron. Solok looked down at you. "I have owned it for some time. It avoids unnecessary dirt stains on my clothes." You chuckled lightly. "Solok, I know what an apron is and what it's good for."

With one last look, Solok ascertained that the food would not burn, before turning and wrapping his arms around you as well, raising an eyebrow. "You're home early. I thought you wanted to spend time with your friend." You bury your face in his neck. "We had... a disagreement." Slowly, you felt Solok's mind ask entrance into yours and you granted it for a brief moment. This was all he needed before he withdrew and released you from his arms.

"Ah. I see. It was about your relationship with me." You sighed. Of course, you knew that while Solok always brushed those comments aside and dismissed them as illogical, deep down, he felt guilt for somehow being the cause of those constant arguments. "Forgive me, Ashayam." You shook your head. "For what, Solok? It's not your fault that the people around us are idiotic, non-tolerant assholes."

For a moment he smirked slightly at your expression before turning to the food with a conflicted look on his face. "However, it is my fault that because of my illogical mistakes of my past, a bad light is now cast on you. If you weren't romantically involved with me, people wouldn't think worse of you and your friend wouldn't have left you." You frowned and reached for his hand, causing him to dart around to you. "And I don't care, Solok. No, you know what? I'm grateful for it. Otherwise I wouldn't have found out what assholes they can be."

"But Ashayam, your position-" "You're worth it," you interrupted him, whispering, and put your hand to his cheek, against which he instantly nuzzled, as if by reflex. "You are worth all these comments and looks and idiots, understand? I love you and those comments won't change that." She smirked slightly and felt for his fingertips. "But if you have any doubts, feel free to take the ring back." A growl escaped him and he wrapped his arms around you again and buried his face in your neck, eliciting a laugh. "Don't even think about it, Ashayam."

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@bigblissandlove1

[deepspacedukat]

Captain’s Orders

This is intended to be a follow-up to “Reluctantly Primal,” but you don’t have to read that one to understand what’s going on in this sequel.

Day 7: Come Swallowing

SoC prompt list here. SoC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Solok (ST:DS9) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Vulcan sex, holodeck fantasy, roleplay, established relationship, oral sex (male receiving), exhibitionism, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, power play, restraints, face fucking, fulfilling a fantasy, Solok is condescending but it’s part of the roleplay, implied sex in the Captain’s chair.

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“Helm, slow to one-half impulse,” Captain Solok called. “Direct our lateral sensors toward the nebula. We require precise readings if we are to study this phenomenon in depth.”

“Yes, Captain,” the young Vulcan man replied as he carried out his commanding officer’s instructions.

Long, strong fingers grasped my chin, forcing me to look up at the man whose legs I was between. 

“Are you prepared to atone for your insubordination, Lieutenant?” Solok’s deep voice caressed every syllable with care despite his authoritative tone. I suspected that his eagerness was to blame for the utterly sinful low register that followed my affirmative answer. “Very well. In order to prove your devotion to duty and your respect for me, you will remain on your knees. Put your arms behind your back.”

I did as he ordered and almost immediately felt the cold caress of a metal as a pair of cuffs auto-locked around my wrists, courtesy of a passing security officer. Damn, Solok was better at this role than I’d imagined he’d be.

When we discussed a scenario like this for the first time, it was merely a passing remark during his pon farr. Barely a week later, my husband had escorted me to one of the holosuites above Quark’s bar and presented his handiwork: a detailed recreation of the T’Kumbra’s bridge, complete with fictional Vulcan officers.

“This should prove to be an interesting arena in which to satisfy your desire to have an audience as well as your curiosity regarding myself in the Captain’s chair,” he’d stated calmly as if he wasn’t giving me a way to live out one of my dirtiest fantasies. I’d been so stunned that I didn’t even manage to respond right away, choosing instead to walk slowly to the center of the space. “Have I rendered you speechless in a positive or a negative manner, ashal-veh?”

“Positive. Absolutely, completely positive, but...” I’d trailed off as I had a thought, turning to find Solok watching my reactions. “Are you sure you’d be okay with this? I mean, this is a recreation of your ship. I wouldn’t blame you if you were uncomfortable doing that sort of thing where you normally work.”

Moving to stand directly before me, my husband had cupped my cheeks in his large, gentle hands.

“I assure you, I am not averse to claiming you here, my wife. If there was no possibility of repercussions from Starfleet, I would simply satisfy this fantasy during one of my duty shifts, however, I do not wish to risk our careers for gratification,” he murmured as his thumbs skimmed over the softness of my cheeks, leaving tingling warmth in their wake. Solok leaned closer, allowing his lips to brush lightly against mine as he continued speaking. “In addition, Ashayam Adun’a, though it is not seemly for a Captain to admit it, this particular scenario is one I have imagined, as well...”

He’d surprised me rather pleasantly with that particular statement, so we’d gone on to plan the encounter in detail. We also set up the proper precautions. If either of us wished to stop, we could use our bond to communicate that wish, or our designated safeword. I’d never needed it, though, and given the care with which Solok had treated me so far, I doubted we’d need it tonight, either.

“We have all witnessed how readily you refuse orders. It is logical that you use the same part of your body that got you into this trouble to repair the damage you have caused,” the Captain said as he looked into my eyes. “Do you take my meaning, Lieutenant? Or do you require a more elementary explanation of my expectations?”

Playing into my character as we’d agreed, I pretended not to quite grasp what he was asking of me.

“I-It would be helpful if you could spell it out a little more clearly, sir. I don’t want to be accused of insubordination twice.”

“Very well.” Leaning forward, Solok deliberately slowed the pace of his speech as he held my head in place. “I will not enter your insubordination into your record if you take your punishment without complaint. In order to do that, I expect you to open your mouth and suck my lok until I achieve orgasm.”

God, he was hot when he was condescending. That was so utterly unfair!

“On the Bridge? But, sir–”

“If you would prefer a court martial, that can be arranged, but there would be much less paperwork if you simply complied with the logical course of action,” he stated as if my choice truly did not affect him one way or the other. Why did that aloofness have me dampening my panties already?

“No, no, I’ll be good for you, Captain, I promise,” I said looking up at him with a pleading expression. “Please, give me a chance. I won’t disappoint you.”

The weight of my husband’s lok on my tongue moments later was comforting and familiar - a stark contrast to the odd sensation of awareness in the foreground of my mind that we were in public. None of these people were real, of course, but this felt real enough to make me particularly mindful of the sounds emanating from my mouth.

Solok grasped my jaw and pulled himself from between my lips.

“What is your status, Adun’a?” He asked quietly, skimming his thumb through a bit of saliva that had dripped down my chin.

“Green, Captain,” I answered, and before we resumed our previous positions, my husband’s fingertips brushed slowly, sensually over my lips. He knew I loved these sweet moments, and he was quick to indulge in them with me. I couldn’t have found a more attentive husband if I’d tried. The fact that we were here in this simulation that he’d created himself was proof of that.

The moment we re-entered the scene and I’d sucked his lok back into my mouth, Solok moaned loudly and placed his hand on the back of my head.

“You are doing an...adequate job, however, I believe you could be of better use,” he murmured using his other hand to gather my hair and pull it out of my face. He got to his feet and looked down at me. “Relax your throat.”

I did so, and Solok began thrusting into my mouth slowly, allowing me to adjust to the sensation of being used like this. He knew my limits and was exceedingly careful not to go beyond them.

When I gagged slightly, he pulled back immediately. Through our bond, I could feel my husband checking if I was alright. Once he was reassured, he lifted a brow at me.

“If you cannot take a Vulcan’s discipline, Lieutenant, I’m sure there is a simple desk job back on Earth that would suit your limited talents–”

“I can take it, Captain,” I promised opening my mouth in invitation.

“If you are certain,” he said before gripping my head a little more firmly and thrusting relentlessly in to the hilt. Solok moaned above me, and I couldn’t help but echo him as my slick dripped down my inner thighs. “I can smell you, Lieutenant. You are taking pleasure in being used like this. I should have deduced that you were a slut the moment you walked onto my ship. Colliding with me within moments of your arrival...bending at the waist to retrieve the PADD you’d dropped...It should have been apparent to me right away that you were simply waiting for a moment like this to prove to me what a pliant, eager mate you could be.”

My husband was a chatterbox when we were together like this. He knew I liked the sound of his voice a little too much, and he absolutely used that to his advantage. As he fucked my throat at a decent pace, he alternated between calling orders to his holographic crew and telling me in no uncertain terms what an obedient whore I was being for him.

“Perhaps I should create a new position here on the bridge that suits your desire to please me. You could service me when I require you. This warm mouth of yours could be full of me whenever it suited my whims and substantial stamina. That would certainly keep you busy enough to avoid another incident requiring disciplinary consequences,” Solok mused as he sped up. His breathing had become more shallow as well. He was close, and despite not being allowed to touch myself, I was close, too. My husband knew that. Of course he could tell. “If you wish to retain your position aboard this ship, you will swallow every drop I give you. Do I make myself clear?”

All I could manage was a slight gurgling sound around his lok, but he understood. A dark expression passed over his features, and Solok groaned loudly, pushing into my throat as deeply as possible as he spilled his seed. Hot spurts threatened to choke me, but I swallowed obediently as I’d been ordered to do.

“What does courtesy demand from you, Lieutenant?” He asked as soon as he’d removed himself from my lips.

“Thank you, Captain,” I rasped, and once he resumed his seat, he lifted me easily onto his lap.

“You are welcome,” Solok murmured. One arm wrapped securely around me and the other slipped between my legs, caressing the soaked fabric of my uniform. “I believe your obedience has earned you a reward.”

As my husband dragged me into a deep kiss, the sound of ripping fabric met my ears. So that’s why he’d insisted on bringing a change of uniform...

~*~*~

Vulcan Words:

ashal-veh = darling

ashayam = beloved

adun’a = wife

~*~

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Romantic Solok HCs:

A/N: I do sort of like it when he's rude to me. Hopefully, that's a psychological defect than a weird sexual thing. WHY WAS HE IN ONLY ONE EPISODE? WHY?

Prompt: Romantic Solok HCs

GIF by deepspacedukat

This man has a face you want to slap and kiss all at the same time.

No one knows why he seemed to like you more than anyone else on the station, not even you.

The two of you first met it was during the baseball game.

You had spent most of your time absentmindedly flirting with him as a way to get into his head.

"Hey," You whispered from your catcher's position.

"Are those space pants?"

"Because your butt looks out of this world."

<(¬////¬)> (Apparently, it did, a little too well.)

Who knew he would be a sucker for cheesy Earth pickup lines.

After that, he would return to DS9 for a variety of reasons. (Never to see you.)

No matter how hard you tried to hide around the station, he would somehow always find you.

He would bombard you with questions, (brag) inform you about his latest achievements and upcoming missions, and occasionally point out how you could improve your own work. (Charming)

If you were invited to the T'Kumbra to do repairs, he would constantly follow you around.

At first, you thought it was because you were a human on his ship.

During one of your visits to the T'Kumbra, you were squeezed into a crawl space, and Captain Solok was standing outside.

"Have you thought about transferring off of Deep Space Nine? It seems as if you could do better elsewhere."

You were confused, was that a compliment?

He further elaborates, "You would be able to rank up faster on a starship, possibly to Chief Engineer."

Was he offering to transfer you to his ship?

You quickly finish your work, pull yourself out of the wall, and politely as possible excuse yourself.

You disappear back onto DS9 where you begin to question his sudden strange behavior.

He wasn't able to wait for your answer, but that wasn't the last you heard from him either.

Soon you were getting messages of a rather personal nature from him.

He would send you offers of transfer, as well as Vulcan poetry, books, and even music.

When he did return to DS9 after his latest mission he didn't even bother meeting with Sisko first.

He pinned you at Quark's and demanded to speak with you, privately.

Before you could reply he was dragging you back to the T'Kumbra and into his private quarters.

He then had a complete (Vulcan) meltdown.

"Why have you not answered my request? Do you not understand how rare this opportunity is?" His voice was so calm it was scary.

"I have tried to prove that this ship, that," He paused and swallowed hard, "That I am worthy of your time."

Solok, who believed that Vulcans were superior to their Human counterparts, was trying to convince you, that he was good enough.

You would have thought you were dreaming if it wasn't for the small pinch you gave yourself.

He reached his hand out to you in the Vulcan kiss, hoping you would reciprocate.

When you pressed your fingers to his, you saw his whole face light up green.

"You bring out my most illogical traits, Koh-nar."

[trekkietales]

Upcoming fics:

Profit- Quark

Quark hires a new employee at his bar. He winds up finding her quite impressive, and he must decide if he wants her or focus on profit.

Yes, Commander- Spock

Spock’s human emotions win, when he gets jealous of your friendship with Chekov. He shows you just how much he deserves your attention.

Sickbay visit-bones

You keep finding excuses to go to sickbay to see Bones. The newest visit he finally questions you about it.

Why me - Solok

When you are walking past the captain, another ship attacks. After sending you into the Solok’s lap, you try to avoid him as much as possible. Which is hard when he somehow bumps into you everywhere.

Captain’s log:

I am trying to make longer fics, I hope you enjoy them.

[magicofthemoonlight]

🌹 Masterlist 🌹

I will put here links for my ao3, because I have love\hate relationship with Tumblr heh. Maybe it will change some day, who knows. Also, English is not my first language.

Warning, or call it however you want… my stories are mostly purely self-indulgent. I will the most often use reader (gen neutral or fem) or nameless OCs.

Enjoy!

HEADCANONS

Star Trek:

Romulans - dating headcanons

Romulans - dating headcanons part 2

Gul Dukat - dating headcanons

Gul Dukat - NSFW headcanons

Captain Solok - dating headcanons

Taurik/Vorik - dating headcanons

Jurassic Park/Jurassic World:

Simon Masrani - dating headcanons

DC:

Cozy living in Australia with Captain Boomerang

AK Scarecrow - Halloween headcanons

Marvel:

Cozy Wolverine headcanons

Wizarding World:

Garreth Weasley - Valentine's Day headcanons

Fear Street:

Simon Kalivoda - Autumn/Halloween headcanons

ONESHOTS

MULTI-CHAPTERS

[poetictrekkie]

Drabble: Solok Hears You Singing

Anonymous said: I don't know if you write for him, but could you maybe write a Solok x reader?maybe one where he's annoyed by the reader singing and is embarrassed to admit he actually enjoys it?

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It wasn’t a point either of you had ever considered, but the showers on Vulcan had remarkably good acoustics. A fact you had noticed when you stayed over at Solok’s home when you were visiting as part of an organized scientific and cultural exchange between members of the Federation. You couldn’t help but sing a few songs while washing up, not remembering the sensitive hearing of Vulcan ears.

Solok was meditating when the first few dulcet notes of distinctly human music drifted over to him. One of his eyes opened, and he released an exhale of breath that was the Vulcan equivalent of a groan. The music was upbeat to a point that it should have been outlawed. Your voice was not at all like the harmonies produced by the famed Vulcan Children’s Choir. And the lyrics displayed the emotional and illogical nature of humanity clearer than the psychological papers he published using Captain Sisko as a case study.

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter. Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here.

Of course, the metaphor was not so effective in the perpetual acrid heat of Vulcan, but Solok got the message. Irrational feelings of anticipation and excitement for the arrival of a planetary object that is in the sky every day, even during the course of this so-called “long cold lonely winter.”

Here comes the sun. Here comes the sun, and I say, It's all right.

Surak, were you imitating a string instrument after that last chorus? Solok gave up on his meditation; it would be illogical to attempt it under such vocal duress. Underneath his cool exterior, he was convinced that some semblance of annoyance was bubbling. You came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe, and walked over to Solok.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you with my singing. Old habits die hard, as the proverb goes,” you said, trying to gauge Solok’s reaction despite his emotionless appearance. “Let me know if you want me to stop.”

Solok met your gaze, about to express all that he thought of your little song. But he suddenly found himself giving a slight shrug as if to say carry on, if you so choose. His action was returned with a smile, and you walked towards the guest bedroom, humming the melody quietly.

I must be mad if I’m enjoying this human’s drivel, Solok thought to himself. Yet his skin tinged green with an uncharacteristic blush, and he strained to hear the last few lines of the song that you were singing behind the partition. 

And I say, It's all right.

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Tumblr "for you" page going wild today recommending me a Solok x Reader fanfiction