#vulcan mate

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Dr. Yuris (Star Trek) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Struggle, tension, intimacy, NSFW (explicit idk), doctor/patient.

Summary: You touch one weird Vulcan plant and suddenly you’re down bad, now it’s up to Dr. Yuris to decide if he’ll keep it logical or let things get illogical real fast.

[A/N: I'm back with Star Trek content, missed my Vulcan husbands fr. Btw my request box is open, but I will only be writing Star Trek related fics... Hit me up.]

The Vulcan sun was merciless, pressing heat into your bones as you made your way along the dusty trail. You’d been warned about the flora, sparse though it was, the plants that thrived here were often thorny, sharp, or just… odd, many with unusual chemical properties.

You thought you were being careful but curiosity got the better of you when you saw it: a bloom of violet sprouting from a rock, edges shimmering faintly in the light. You brushed your fingertips along it, marveling at the way the pollen clung, leaving a faint silver glint against your skin.

Pretty. Harmless. Or so you thought.

You continued walking but it didn’t take long. Within minutes, a strange warmth began to coil in your belly, spreading outward in pulses. Your steps faltered. Heat licked along your skin, deeper, heavier, until even your breaths came uneven, shallow.

By the time you stumbled into the Vulcan medical facility, sweat dampened your uniform and your heart pounded like you’d run miles.

“Help-” you gasped, bracing yourself against the doorway.

Dr. Yuris looked up instantly. His presence was as striking as ever: tall, precise, calm sculpted face of Vulcan discipline. But the moment his eyes landed on you, something in his stillness shifted.

He was at your side in a moment, guiding you to the exam bed with controlled efficiency - “What happened?”

You nearly collapsed into him as another wave tore through you, leaving your thighs trembling - “I- I touched a flower. Purple, violet. There was pollen-” - you bit down hard on your lip to stifle a sound that would’ve been humiliating.

Yuris froze for a split second. His nostrils flared, ever so slightly. You realized, that Vulcans had heightened senses... He could smell the change in your pheromones, the evidence of your rising arousal flooding the air.

He scanned you with his tricorder and his eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly - “Seral’kai. A plant avoided by Vulcans. Its pollen carries potent aphrodisiac properties.”

The heat surged again, sharper this time. You arched against the bed with a broken sound, your body betraying you in front of him.

Your face burned, your nails dug into the bed’s edge as you gasped - “How- How long does this last?”

He hesitated, hands clasped behind his back in a perfect picture of Vulcan composure - “Left untreated, twelve to sixteen hours.” - his voice was calm but your scent thickened in the air and his nostrils flared ever so slightly. He set the tricorder aside as if distance might help, though his hands flexed at his sides.

“Sixteen hours?!” - you nearly shouted, your body trembling as the heat inside you coiled tighter, more demanding - “There has to be something–”

The corner of his jaw twitched - “There is.” - he cut you off, pausing - “The effects can be shortened through… sexual release. Otherwise, you must endure.”

Your breath hitched - “And if I can’t?”

That was when his control faltered. His eyes, sharp and burning, snapped to yours. His voice was taut, darker now: “Then I would be compelled to… assist.”

His tone was clinical, precise, but the way he said it - low, weighted with restrained want - told a different story. He stood rigid but his fists clenched, knuckles whitening, as though holding himself back with every ounce of discipline.

Another wave ripped through you, stronger than before, making you cry out. Your body writhed against the bed, legs squeezing together in a desperate attempt for friction, for something.

Yuris inhaled sharply. You saw it, the moment his pupils dilated, his chest rose harder, faster. He stepped closer, towering over you, one hand bracing hard against the bed frame by your hip.

“Your pheromones are… overwhelming” - he admitted, his voice had dropped into a growl.

You looked up at him, eyes wet, your voice a whisper of desperation - “Then don’t just stand there”

It shattered him.

His mouth crushed onto yours, the kiss harsh and consuming, nothing like the restrained Vulcan you knew. His hand seized your waist, yanking you against him, his body hot and solid against your trembling frame.

You moaned into his mouth, clutching at his uniform, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against yours with hunger, devouring you like he’d denied himself this all his life. His hand threading into your hair betrayed how long he had been holding himself back.

His other hand slid down your thigh, fingers gripping, kneading, pulling your legs apart with surprising force. The heat between your thighs was unbearable and when his hand cupped you there, even through your uniform, you gasped arching up into him.

You felt him shudder as though each breath was agony. He broke the kiss only to rasp against your lips - “Forgive me. I cannot- control this.”

“I don’t want you to” you whispered back - “Yuris... please-”

That plea undid him further. He growled softly against your neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your skin. The Vulcan mask was gone. What replaced it was primal, desperate. His long fingers found the fastening of your uniform and tore it open with precision and urgency, baring your skin to the cool air.

His hands roamed over you, mapping every curve, every trembling inch. One of his hands slid beneath your uniform, your panties, moving slowly at first, teasing along the edges of your sensitive clit. When his fingers finally pressed against you, slick and aching, a shiver of pure need tore through your body.

“So wet” - he rasped, breath ragged against your ear. He pushed further, fingers moving inside you. Each motion brought a wave of heat, of pleasure that made your cries break into moans.

Your hips bucked instinctively as he slid a finger deeper, testing, exploring, until you were trembling uncontrollably beneath him.

You clung to him, nails raking down his back, whimpering against his lips - “I can’t- please-”

“You will” - he growled, pressed harder, faster, until the pleasure broke you open. You cried his name as waves of release tore through you, your body convulsing around his hand.

But it wasn’t over.

The scent of your climax only pushed him further over the edge. His self-control shattered completely. He pulled away to rid himself of his own restraints, then to strip the rest of your uniform with precise, efficient motions, leaving you bare before him.

The cool Vulcan medbay air made your skin tingle as he leaned in, mouth tracing your collarbone, down over your breasts. His lips and tongue alternated between open-mouthed kisses and gentle nips, teasing your nipples until they hardened under his touch. He pressed his rigid chest against yours, letting you feel the taut strength of his Vulcan body.

Then he finally moved to take himself into your body, pressing deep, slow at first, letting you adjust to the overwhelming fullness. His hands gripped your hips with a firm, possessive strength as he began a steady rhythm, driving into you in a way that made your vision blur with pleasure.

Every thrust was deliberate, powerful, and relentless, Vulcan discipline meeting unbridled desire, each motion making you whimper and cry out his name, nails digging into his shoulders. The fullness of him was almost too much and yet exactly what your body had been begging for.

His rhythm built quickly, desperate, his breath hot and broken against your neck. Each thrust drove deeper, harder, Vulcan strength overwhelming. He gripped your hips with bruising force, pulling you onto him again and again, the slap of skin filling the room. He moved expertly inside you, fingers still teasing your clit, lips trailing along your neck, kisses and nips that drew whimpers from you.

You cried out with each thrust, your body trembling, clenching tight around him until he groaned low, guttural, losing himself completely in you. His forehead pressed to yours, his eyes squeezed shut, every movement raw, needy, overwhelming.

When you shattered around him, screaming his name, it dragged him over the edge with you. He didn't stop, he buried himself deeper, shuddering as his release tore through him, spilling hot inside you as his body convulsed with the force of it... His body shuddered violently and he held you tightly as he rode out his own pleasure.

Silence followed, heavy but charged, broken only by your ragged breaths and the pounding of your hearts.

He stayed pressed against you, trembling, his hands gentle now as they smoothed over your body as though apologizing. He kissed you softer this time, a brush of lips.

“The treatment” - he whispered finally, voice rough - “is complete.”

You let out a weak laugh - “Some bedside manner, doctor.” - voice trembling with a mixture of amusement and desire.

He held you a moment longer and for the first time, his lips curved faintly against yours, a ghost of a smile - “Do not... touch Vulcan flora again.”

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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.

[ · · · ]

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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DS9 Solok x Fem!Reader

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

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

Chapter 2: Unwanted Distraction

It had been three days since your first briefing with Captain Solok, and you had quickly learned that his reputation was well-earned. Every task he assigned was a test – a test not just of your skills, but of your ability to withstand his scrutiny. His eyes never left you, and each decision you made seemed to be met with his sharp, calculating gaze.

The T’Kumbra's lab was pristine, and the work you were doing together was delicate: Data collection, analysis, hypothesis testing. All simple enough, yet every task was laced with an unspoken challenge: Can you keep up?

It was the third day, the day you thought might break you. You stood at a console, working to optimize a set of simulations for the project. The numbers didn’t add up in the way they should have and it frustrated you. The last thing you wanted was to fail in front of Solok.

You furrowed your brow and adjusted the variables again, your mind working through the problem.

From across the room, Solok's voice cut through the silence – "Lieutenant, you are miscalculating the inputs. Your attempt is insufficient."

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes – "I'm working through it, Captain. I just need to adju—"

"No." His voice was firm, cutting – "The human method is inefficient. Your reliance on trial and error is an example of your species' inability to apply logic effectively." – He stepped closer, his sharp eyes flicking over the screen – "The calculations are simple. Yet, I am forced to watch you struggle as though you were a child with a toy."

You clenched your jaw, trying to remain calm. You could feel the sting of his words, but you weren’t going to let it show – "Perhaps the problem is that you're too focused on finding my mistakes instead of the solution itself" you shot back, keeping your tone steady.

Solok paused, his gaze locking with yours for a moment. There was a brief flicker... something in his expression, almost imperceptible but it was enough to make you question if you'd imagined it.

He stepped back, his hands clasped behind his back.

"Perhaps." – He was quiet for a long moment – "However, I have reconsidered your participation in this… exercise."

You frowned, uncertainty creeping in. "What do you mean, Captain?"

"You are clearly struggling with the task" he said, his tone cold but with an edge that was harder to read than usual – "And I am unwilling to waste time on inefficiency."

You felt your pulse quicken at the thought of being dismissed yet again. You had been working so hard to prove him wrong, to show him that humans were capable of more than he thought.

"You're dismissing me from the task?" you asked, unable to keep the surprise from your voice.

"I am" Solok affirmed, his voice as calm and unyielding as ever – "It is not logical for you to continue when you are unable to meet the standards I have set. You may return to your quarters."

You blinked, stunned for a moment. "Just like that? You’re giving up on me again?"

Solok looked at you for a long moment, as if evaluating your reaction. Then, for the first time since you had met him, his expression softened... just barely, but enough for you to notice – "I am not giving up on you, Lieutenant. I am simply saving you from further… embarrassment."

His words stung more than they should have, but you refused to let them show – "Thank you for your consideration, Captain."

You turned to leave, your thoughts in turmoil. You had expected this kind of treatment – Solok's superiority complex had been obvious from the start, but his dismissal stung in a way you hadn’t anticipated. As you walked away, though, something unexpected happened.

For a brief moment, you felt a shift in the air. The tension in the room had changed.

You weren’t sure what it meant. But one thing was certain: Captain Solok’s logic had just been disrupted, even if he didn’t yet realize it.

You weren’t the type to take defeat lightly.

Being dismissed felt like an insult and you weren’t about to let Captain Solok have the satisfaction of thinking he had proven anything. If he wanted you to leave quietly, he clearly didn’t know you well enough.

Instead of sulking in your quarters, you reviewed the research, going over every piece of data, every calculation he had thrown at you. If you couldn’t prove your worth by his standards, then you would find another way.

As you walked back the corridor, heading toward the research lab with every intention of forcing your way back into the assignment, a sharp, rhythmic flicker of light caught your attention. The overhead panel a few meters ahead was blinking erratically, casting strange shadows against the walls.

That wasn’t normal.

You moved closer, the subtle hum of failing electronics ringing in your ears. The panel was emitting an odd whine, the kind that suggested something was on the verge of overloading. You frowned, stepping in to examine it. If left unchecked, it could cause a power surge or worse, a fire.

You crouched down, popping the panel open – only to freeze.

The entire interface was in Vulcan.

You exhaled through your nose. Of course it is.

Most Starfleet systems had a common interface, but this was purely Vulcan design, meaning none of the usual Federation failsafes would be present. You could call an engineer, but by the time they arrived, the situation could escalate.

No. You can handle this.

You studied the controls carefully, searching for patterns. Vulcan language was dense, logical – if you focused, you could work through it.

Slowly, you began isolating the problem, tracing the power flow. The issue was in the secondary conduits: A misalignment in the stabilizers. You could reroute the system, but one wrong move and you’d likely trigger an emergency shutdown across half the deck.

But you didn’t hesitate.

You adjusted the settings, fingers moving quickly over the unfamiliar script, your brain working in overdrive to decipher the logic behind the system. It was a puzzle, one you refused to lose to.

You were so focused that you didn’t notice the silent figure watching you.

Solok had left the bridge, intending to retreat to his private quarters for meditation. The day had been… unusual, to say the least, and he required time to clear his mind.

Or so he thought.

As he walked through the corridors, he spotted you... not in your quarters, as he had ordered, but kneeling before a damaged control panel, your expression set in determined concentration.

At first, his immediate reaction was disapproval. You had ignored his dismissal. You were meddling in something that was clearly beyond your expertise.

And yet…

He stopped walking, hands clasped behind his back as he observed.

There was something about the way you worked – your brow furrowed in thought, your hands moving deftly despite the clear unfamiliarity of the Vulcan system. He had expected hesitation, struggle. But instead, you adapted. You learned.

Fascinating.

Most humans, when faced with such an obstacle, would seek assistance, relying on external guidance rather than attempting to solve the issue themselves. But you… you were deciphering it as you went, trusting your instincts and reasoning in a way that, much to his own disbelief, he found… impressive.

More than impressive.

It was logical to assume that humans were inferior in their reasoning capabilities. He had built his entire argument on that premise. And yet, as he watched you work, utterly immersed in the task, Solok felt something entirely illogical stir within him.

He stepped forward – “Lieutenant.”

You startled slightly, your head snapping up. For a moment, you looked almost guilty, as if caught in some act of defiance. But you quickly masked it, straightening.

“Captain.”

His eyes flickered to the panel – “You are aware that this system operates on a Vulcan interface?”

You gave him a dry look – “Really? I hadn’t noticed.”

Solok’s brow lifted slightly at your sarcasm, but he ignored it – “And yet you have chosen to proceed without guidance.”

You exhaled – “I didn’t exactly have time to call an engineer. It was either fix it or risk a power surge” You gestured toward the interface – “I think I’ve stabilized it.”

Solok moved closer, his sharp eyes scanning the screen. A moment passed. Then another.

“You are correct.”

There was no disdain in his tone. No arrogance. Just simple, factual acknowledgment.

You blinked – “Wait, seriously?”

He turned his gaze back to you, and for a fraction of a second – just a fraction – you swore his expression softened.

“Your ability to analyze an unfamiliar system is… unexpected.” His voice was lower now, quieter.

You raised an eyebrow – “Unexpected… but not bad?”

Solok hesitated. And that was when you realized – he didn’t want to say it. Whatever words were forming in his mind, whatever conclusion he had reached, he was actively resisting it.

Finally, he exhaled through his nose, straightening his posture – “It is… adequate.”

You smirked – “That sounds dangerously close to a compliment, Captain.”

He looked at you then, really looked at you, his expression unreadable. And for the first time since you had met him, there was something in his gaze that wasn’t condescension, wasn’t superiority.

It was intrigue.

Before you could process it, Solok reached to close the panel at the same time you did.

Your hands brushed.

It was brief, fleeting, but undeniable. And in that instant, something in his demeanor changed.

His hand snapped back as if burned, and for a fraction of a second – so quick you almost missed it – his breath hitched. His usually impassive face shifted, his lips parting slightly, his gaze flickering down to where your hands had touched before quickly returning to your face.

He looked… flustered.

You raised an eyebrow, watching the conflict play across his features. “Are yo-”

“This is irrelevant” he interrupted, voice a touch too sharp, as if forcing himself back into control.

You smirked – “Uh-huh. Sure.”

Solok straightened, regaining his composure with visible effort – “Return to your quarters, Lieutenant.”

You tilted your head, arms crossing – “Not dismissing me from the project this time?”

He hesitated again. Then, with a look you couldn’t quite decipher, he simply said – “Not yet.”

And with that, he turned, walking away.

You watched him go, the ghost of that fleeting touch still lingering on your skin.

Whatever just happened—it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

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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.

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

Chapter 1 · Live long and regret this

The padd in your hand blinked as the message loaded, its Starfleet insignia flashing before the official orders appeared. You skimmed the text, expecting a routine assignment. That expectation shattered the moment you saw the name.

Assigned Officer: Captain Solok, USS T’Kumbra.

You stared. Blinked. Read it again.

“Oh... you have got to be kidding me what the fuck”

A few heads turned in your direction from across the lounge but you were too busy grappling with the sheer absurdity of your new assignment to care. Solok. The infamous Vulcan captain who had spent decades writing about human inferiority as if it were his personal research project. The same man who had antagonized Captain Sisko for years with his smug condescension, believing humans to be impulsive, emotional, and — his favorite — illogical.

And now you were supposed to work under him?

With a sigh, you scrolled down. The mission parameters were frustratingly vague. Solok had requested a Starfleet officer to assist him in a research study aboard the T’Kumbra. The subject? Efficiency differences between Vulcans and humans in problem-solving tasks.

You exhaled sharply. So, I’m not an assistant. I’m a test subject.

Great. Just great.

You’d encountered Vulcans before, most were respectful if a little cold. But Solok? He was something else entirely. Even among his own kind, his superiority complex was notorious. You could already imagine him watching your every move, taking notes the moment you hesitated or showed the slightest hint of emotion. You clenched your jaw.

A voice snapped you out of your thoughts – “You okay?”

You looked up to see Lieutenant Jansen, one of your colleagues, eyeing you with curiosity.

You forced a smile, waving the padd – “Just got my next assignment.”

He tilted his head – “And?”

You sighed dramatically – “Let’s just say I’ll be spending the next few weeks as Exhibit A in Captain Solok’s ‘Humans Are Inferior’ thesis.”

Jansen winced – “Oof. You must’ve pissed off someone at Command.”

“Clearly” – You shook your head, standing – “Well, if this is a test, I intend to pass it.”

Jansen grinned – “Make us proud. And if you can, get a Vulcan to admit they were wrong. I hear that’s rarer than a warp core breach.”

You smirked, though inside, you were already bracing yourself.

[ · · · ]

Back in your quarters, as soon as you sat down in your chair the communication chime rang. You groaned inwardly seeing who it was.

“On screen” you called.

The image flickered for a moment before stabilizing, revealing none other than Captain Solok himself. His face, as expected, was the epitome of Vulcan composure – no hint of emotion, no sign of warmth. His posture was perfect, hands clasped neatly behind his back. His eyes locked on you, calculating, observing.

“Lieutenant” he said coolly, his voice as precise as a scalpel – “I trust you are aware of the nature of this assignment?”

You held his gaze, resisting the urge to roll your eyes – “Yes, Captain. I understand the mission parameters.”

There was a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, a subtle sign of his amusement or perhaps just his own smugness – “Good. The research will begin tomorrow. I have reviewed your Starfleet record. It is… acceptable.” His tone was neutral, but the underlying meaning was clear: he wasn’t impressed.

You bit back a sarcastic remark – ‘Acceptable’? How generous of him.

“I’ll do my best, Captain” you replied evenly.

Solok’s posture shifted slightly, an almost imperceptible motion, but the smugness in his voice grew – “Your best will be required, Lieutenant. But I must admit – there is some… curiosity on my part. I find it curious that the Federation would send someone like you to assist in a task that requires intellect and precision. Surely you have something more pressing to attend to?”

You narrowed your eyes, already sensing where this was going – “I’m here to learn from you, Captain. I’m sure you’ll find my input… valuable.”

Solok’s eyes gleamed with something you couldn’t quite place. “I highly doubt that, Lieutenant. But I suppose I will allow you to prove your… competence.”

The way he said the word made it sound as though he expected failure. His tone was so patronizing, you could almost hear the multiple invisible quotation marks around "competence."

You squared your shoulders. “I’ll prove you great competency, Captain.”

For a moment, the silence stretched, thick with tension. You could feel the weight of his scrutiny – every word, every gesture, calculated, evaluated.

Finally, Solok nodded, his face unreadable – “We shall see, Lieutenant. Report to the T'Kumbra tomorrow at 08:00 for the initial briefing. I expect your full attention.”

Before you could respond, the screen flickered, and his image vanished. Snobbish, smug vulcan.

[ · · · ]

You wake up without patience at 06:00 and start preparing yourself to officially move to the other ship, following the initial meeting with Solok.

The USS T’Kumbra was as precise as its captain – sterile, efficient and devoid of the casual chatter common on other Federation vessels. As the shuttle docked, you took a steadying breath. You had read about Captain Solok, a man infamous for his unwavering belief in Vulcan superiority, particularly over humans. It wasn’t exactly the warmest of welcomes, but you were determined to prove yourself.

Stepping onto the ship, you were greeted with the cool gaze of Solok himself. His expression was unreadable, hands clasped neatly behind his back.

“Lieutenant” he acknowledged – “Your presence was required for this assignment. I expect efficiency.”

You tilted your head, offering a polite smile – “Of course, Captain. I’ll do my best.”

He raised an eyebrow – “Your best is irrelevant. The task requires competency, not effort.”

Oh, this was going to be... Interesting.

He starts walking and so you follow him, being guided to the first area of the experiment. You can't help but notice how he walks, how his feet seem to move so perfectly you could almost call it robotic and yet, he was graceful and swaying like he was fluctuating.

You're taken out of your thoughts when he abruptly stops and look at you. You find yourself in front of panels containing a mix of calculations and other various data.

Solok observed you with the same scrutiny he would afford a malfunctioning instrument. He had prepared for this assignment thoroughly, expecting a predictable result: a human’s reliance on emotion over logic, their inevitable inefficiency, their inability to match Vulcan intellect.

Yet, mere minutes into your presence, variables had already begun to slip out of his control.

His plan was simple – assign you a series of tasks that would highlight your human limitations, subtly reinforcing his belief in Vulcan superiority. He did not expect resistance. But as you sat before him, poised, focused, and entirely unfazed by his scrutiny, he found his carefully laid foundation tested in an entirely unforeseen manner.

“Your role in this project is to analyze efficiency discrepancies between Vulcan and human work methodologies” – Solok stated, hands clasped behind his back – “Your personal input is not necessary, merely the data.”

You met his gaze steadily, a flicker of amusement in your expression – “Understood, Captain. However, if I may – wouldn’t a study be incomplete without qualitative insights?”

Solok’s eyebrow twitched upward – “A study is only as valuable as its empirical results. Human subjectivity is not required.”

You tilted your head slightly, considering – “Yet the Federation values cooperation between species, and part of that cooperation comes from understanding those differences, not dismissing them.”

Solok stiffened. That was… an interesting argument. One he did not expect.

Worse still, he had the distinct – and highly illogical – sensation that you were enjoying this.

You were neither defensive nor overly confident. You merely met his challenge with composure, intelligence, and – most frustratingly – grace.

And that was when it happened.

A flicker of a thought.

Unwelcome. Unexpected. Entirely unacceptable.

She is… aesthetically symmetrical.

The realization struck him with a force he did not anticipate. He had, of course, noticed human features before – Vulcans were not blind. But never had such an observation occupied his thoughts beyond the realm of detached acknowledgment.

Yet now, as he studied you in an attempt to regain control over the situation, he found himself distracted. Your posture was composed but not rigid, your expression thoughtful but not exaggerated. And your eyes… there was an intelligence there that unsettled him.

A moment too long passed.

You arched an eyebrow at him. “Captain?”

Solok straightened – “Proceed with the data compilation.” – His voice was crisp, devoid of any indication that his mind had just committed a severe breach of logic.

He turned sharply, retreating to his console. He would re-center himself, refocus his mind. This was nothing. A brief distraction.

And yet, as he listened to the quiet cadence of your voice working through the calculations, his thoughts betrayed him once more.

She is intelligent.

She is… an eligible mate.

Solok’s fingers froze over the console.

That was – No.

This was unacceptable. This was not logical. This was not happening.

Solok inhaled slowly through his nose, straightened his posture, and focused on the numbers before him. Facts. Data. Empirical truths.

And absolutely not on the entirely irrational way his mind had just categorized you.

For the first time in his career, Captain Solok was faced with an opponent he could not so easily dismiss.

And the most infuriating part?

You had no idea.

"Lieutenant Y/N" – He suddenly spoke, somehow surprised with his own voice – "... This... Test is over, for today... You may report back to your quarters and expect further instructions."

Your blood pressure drops significantly, worried you already did some kind of shit and gave him content to fuel his supremacist thesis – "Did I do something wrong, Captain?"

He looks at you and his eyes seem to narrow for a split second, you expected disapproval. What have you done to receive this form of divine punishment?

Solok senses your tension and coolly speaks – "You haven't done anything wrong, Lieutenant. I'm simply dismissing you for today after enough... Research."

You're scared to ask any questions, you only nod and prepare yourself to go back to your quarters. You walk to the doors and as you leave you can feel him staring down at your back.

If the first day was already a battle, you can only imagine what the next ones will be like.

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His baseball outfit fits him so well ffs I'm gonna pass out

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RANDOM ASS CUTE VULCANS I GENERATED WITH AI

I wanted them to look like they're doing 'family photos' or some shit like that, like they're private photos of some kind. The robes didn't worked really well, I also tried to add some vulcan orchids and that also didn't worked lol, but anyways. Enjoy them 😮‍💨

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Got inspired by @deepspacedukat "Begin Again" fic with Koss and had to draw him, thanks for the inspo! Also thank you for the amazing fic, can't wait for the next chapters.

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Imagine sleeping with Koss. (I edited the image)

I still can't believe T'pol ditched him.