#gul macet x reader

[crowfootwrites]

Sigh. Gul Macet, my love. Imma be real, this is super self-indulgent. *shrugs* Do with that what you will. I initially wanted this to be much longer, but then didn't want to delete things when I decided it needed to be shorter, so it feels a little clunky, but whatever.

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Day 23: Bondage/Restraints - Gul Macet x Fem!Reader

Warnings: here be smut, so close your eyes and click away if you're but a babe; bondage (hands and feet restrained) | Words: ~1,370 | Song: none

The leather straps around your wrists dug into your skin in a way that should have been uncomfortable, but instead, you took pleasure in the sensation - it paired nicely with the feeling of Akellan’s fingers trailing slowly down your bare legs as he rounded the bed. A shiver crawled up your spine, raising goosebumps along your skin. He grasped your ankle lightly for a moment before deftly securing them with more leather straps. 

He had you at his complete mercy, your arms and legs bound in a star, your aching cunt spread and ready for him. But in your time aboard the Trager, if you’d learned nothing else, you’d certainly learned the lengths that Gul Akellan Macet would go to protect you. He’d more than earned your trust. 

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The hiss of the heavy doors of the Cardassian warship Trager broke you from your reverie, studying the foreign stars that laid beyond your viewport. You turned to face the doors to your temporary quarters to find the Gul himself standing there. 

“I trust the accommodations meet your expectations,” he offered from the doorway, making no move to enter without invitation, despite the fact that he commanded the entire ship. Instead, he stood politely with his hands tucked behind his back.

“Yes, Gul Macet,” you replied lightly. “They seem very comfortable, thank you.” A trickle of sweat rolled down the curve of your neck, but you were determined not to overstep or seem demanding. 

Macet nodded once, his demeanor all business. “Should you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask,” he added. “I know that spending weeks on a Cardassian ship might not be the most comfortable for you.” He rubbed a hand over the facial hair on his chin. “But after what happened with the Phoenix, we would like to demonstrate our desire to cooperate with the Federation.”

He was correct that traveling via warship through Cardassian space was not ideal, but your research required a mission to Inkaria, on the far side of the Cardassian Union. And, of course, the fastest route was through, not around. So, when Picard had suggested an escort in the form of Gul Macet, you carefully agreed. 

“I understand. I will be sure to let you know if I need anything.” You paused, tucking your hands behind your back to mirror his pose. “And I… appreciate your willingness to collaborate.”

The Gul turned to leave, but stopped after a single step, turning back to you. “We will be approaching Cardassian space tomorrow at the beginning of day shift – while I don’t believe we will encounter any trouble having you onboard, I would prefer to keep you nearby as we get underway,” he added. “Just in case.”

There was something about the way he said it – it sounded almost protective, though logically, you knew he was only protecting the tenuous, hard-won peace between the Federation and Cardassian Union. 

“Of course,” you replied, stepping away from the viewport and adjusting your uniform top with a small tug. “If you’re not opposed to having me on the bridge, I will be there at the start of day shift.”

“Yes,” he confirmed with another nod. “That would be… safest.” With that, he turned and was gone down the hallway, leaving you standing in your otherwise empty quarters with your eyebrow raised in uncertainty.

Little did you know then that, while the Gul was indeed interested in preserving your safety for peace’s sake, he was also interested in something more with you. He’d told you over dinner a few days later - days that had been filled with a peculiar tension - that he’d been interested in you since he first boarded the Enterprise during the Phoenix incident. That he’d been quite taken with the “lovely, resourceful Lieutenant in blue” and had even inquired about you with Captain Picard. Your eyes had widened almost comically when you discovered that Picard was somehow involved, a reaction that Akellan had thoroughly enjoyed, tracing his thumb gently across your cheek to calm you. It sparked something in you and, shortly thereafter, when Akellan had protected you from a raiding party that had somehow managed to beam aboard while you crossed Cardassian space, you’d fallen head over heels.

-

Akellan paced at the foot of his bed hungrily - you knew him well enough now to know he was trying to pace himself, to draw this out, for both your sakes (even though he’d already made you come twice). His discarded chest plate and shirt sat on his desk in the corner, leaving him standing before you in his fitted uniform pants, his chuen and ridges on full display and flushed a bruised blue. Marks you’d left with your lips and teeth in prior nights littered his scaled skin, the sight of them sending a little rush to your core. 

Akellan smoothed his palms up your thighs, squeezing gently before climbing over you and placing a tender kiss on your sternum. Your fingers itched to touch him - to run your fingers through his hair, to trace his chula, to feel the planes of his chest under your palms. Akellan’s lips brushed your nipple teasingly and your responding moan filled the room, your slick sticky and cooling on the inside of your thighs. 

“I must have you, sweet girl,” he sighed against your skin, pulling himself upright to rid himself of his pants and undergarments, his Cho’Ch already stiff and leaking from his time spent teasing you.  

He adjusted the straps around your ankles so that he could bend your knees, draping your legs over his as he knelt below you on the bed. The tip of his Cho’Ch brushed tantalizingly against your folds and you whined frantically, your hips rolling toward him, looking for friction. 

He shifted forward and grasped your hips with strong hands, his length gliding easily into your hot, wet cunt. Your and Akellan’s moans lifted and twisted around one another in a song that filled you with a rolling heat. The moment he was fully seated, you reached for him, your bonds forgotten, and Akellan chuckled darkly as your wrists were caught. 

“Please, Akellan, please let me touch you,” you begged, already vexed by the straps on your limbs, and you’d only really just begun.

Akellan hummed low in his throat as he thrusted shallowly, watching the way his Cho’Ch split you open. His eyes met yours with a hint of mischief.

“And what would you do for it, my love? What would you give for me to free you?”

Your walls clenched around him, the sound of his voice and his level of control over you turning you on endlessly. But most coherent thoughts were in the process of vacating your head, and you suddenly couldn’t think of a suitable offering.

“I-I,” you stuttered, your head rolling back as you writhed against the sheets. Your hands twisted to grip the leather straps connecting you to Akellan’s bed. “I don’t know, I… whatever you wanted, Gul.”

“Whatever I wanted, hmm?” he teased, his thumb slipping lightly over your clit. A whine bubbled up in your throat. 

You pleaded with him for several more minutes as the intensity between your legs built, culminating in Akellan fucking you hard, massaging the ring of scales at the base of his Cho’Ch against your folds. He himself seemed almost lost to the pleasure by the time he relented and swiftly freed your wrists. Your hands flew to his face, pulling him down to kiss at his lips, his cheeks, his neck, anywhere you could reach, your desperation reaching an all-time high as Akellan’s hips began to stutter between your legs.

The Cardassian hovering over you exhaled a short, sharp pant before slipping his fingers between you to twirl around your clit. Within moments you were reaching your peak, your face buried in Akellan’s neck as you both fell over the edge. 

As the tension left his body and he began to catch his breath, he rushed to unclasp the leather straps around your ankles before pulling you into his firm embrace. You curled into his chest and closed your eyes, content to let your heart rate return to normal tucked in the arms of your Gul.

[deepspacedukat]

All Worked Up

I know this is short, but I hope you’ll enjoy it anyway!

Day 9: Premature Ejaculation

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

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Gul Akellan Macet (ST:TNG) x Reader

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

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Cardassian sex, oral sex (male receiving), premature ejaculation, embarrassament, established relationship.

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The sensation crept up Akellan’s scales without him taking notice. Perhaps on some subconscious level he’d been aware of the precipice he was approaching, but by and large, he simply didn’t acknowledge the feeling until it was far too late.

The Gul had gone so long without seeing his lover that her mouth on his Cho’Ch felt even more exquisite than usual. As he cupped the back of her head and watched her lips stretch around his girth, he leaned into the desperate impulses that were provided to him by his instincts.

Deeper. Harder. More.

She knew Macet’s body almost better than he did at this point, so he supposed that something like this was bound to happen eventually. That didn’t mean he had to like it, though.

Her soft, dexterous fingers caressed his irllun, rubbing his engorged, sensitive ridge in exactly the way that she knew would make him fall apart. If he’d been more prepared for the sheer sensuality and hunger in her eyes when she looked up at him, he might’ve had the restraint to last longer.

When she gave a particularly enthusiastic suck and moaned around his length, he erupted with an alarmed shout of her name. Still trembling with the force of his release, he realized that his longevity had been...less than ideal. His cheeks burned and reflexively he pulled away.

“I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean...” he stammered and fumbled for a reason, but he hadn’t finished that quickly since long before he had any significant sexual experience. “This won’t happen again–”

“Akellan,” she cooed as she cupped his cheeks and forced him to listen to her. “Breathe. It’s alright. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

He’d expected her to laugh at him, but she’d done nothing of the sort. Her arms wound around his neck ridges, and her lips trailed down from his forehead to his nose.

“You’re not angry?”

“No, of course not. In fact, I’ll take that as a compliment to my skill. We haven’t seen each other in so long. I’m just happy to be here with you. Besides,” she murmured brushing her lips against his as she straddled his lap, “we have the rest of our shore leave for you to show me your stamina...”

That he could do. That he could definitely do.

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[crowfootwrites]

What Happens on Risa [Gul Macet x Fem!Reader]

So, the other day, I found a document in my Google Drive from OCTOBER 2023 that just said, "Gul Macet takes his "nephew" (Gul Dukat’s son) to Risa for his 16th birthday, where he meets reader and they *ahem* keep in touch (2376 – post-Dominion War)" and had a singular page written. Then ✨ B A M ✨, inspiration hit and I sat down and wrote the rest, smut and all. I'm not even bothering to share it in pieces, because why wait, you know? You can also read it on AO3!

Without further ado, here's a little Gul Macet one shot!

Tagging some fellow space lizard-lovers, in case y'all wanna read: @horta-in-charge, @starrynightgardens, @sleepycat82, @vreenak, @deepspacedukat (please let me know if you don't want me to tag you, lol, I just be takin' liberties at this point)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ on this, bois, 'cause there's some vacation hanky-panky goin' on: inter-species sex (sex involving Cardassian genitals), oral sex, vaginal fingering, PIV smut, unprotected sex; but generally fluffy sweet love-makin! Not beta'd, we die like men. | Words: ~6,555

“Bo’yadik!” his nephew called from the open front door.

Gul Akellan Macet grinned at the sight of the young man, grown several inches since the last time he’d seen him, his posture proud and calm, despite the eagerness in his voice. He made his way up the sandy front path, grasping his nephew’s shoulder and giving it a firm squeeze.

“It is good to see you again, Mekor,” he commented, unable to temper the satisfaction on his face. His last stint on the Trager had taken him from Cardassia for far too long, and although he loved his ship and his crew, there was nothing like coming home again. Although, this time around, he had something special planned for Mekor and wouldn’t be remaining on Cardassia for very long. He’d returned to his own home near the Imperial Plaza to drop off belongings and pack a bag before coming to collect Mekor.

“Akellan!” The call floated around Mekor from further inside the house, heralding the arrival of his cousin’s wife just before she arrived in the doorway behind her son, whose stature already towered over hers.

“Kelana,” Macet greeted her with a smile and a nod, eyeing the baby clinging to her hip – this would be Dukat’s last son, then. It infuriated Macet to dwell on the way a beautiful and proud woman like Kelana continued to bear children for his cousin, even as he slept with half the Alpha Quadrant. He did not know her motivations, nor did he care to know. He only cared that they were taken care of, and Kelana was nothing if not resourceful. No one had heard from Dukat since last year and it had been generally accepted amongst their family that he had died or been otherwise lost in the Dominion War.

It was precisely why Macet was here, planning to ensure that Mekor’s 16th birthday was special, unmarred by his father’s absence, although that had been the case for much of his life, even before Dukat was presumed dead.

Mekor stepped to the side slightly, giving his mother room. “Will you stay for dinner, Akellan? It’s been so long since your last visit,” she asked with a genuine smile, bouncing the fussing child on her hip.

Akellan sighed good-naturedly. “I wish that I could, my dear, but Mekor and I have a transport to catch. When we return, however, I have several more days before I must report back for duty, and I would love to spend time with you and the children.”

 “I look forward to it,” Kelana replied. She placed a hand on Mekor’s arm and smiled up at her son. “Have a safe trip, cestUl. Be careful, listen to Akellan, and have fun.”

Mekor’s hand reached over to rest atop his mother’s. “I will, adik.”

The baby in Kelana’s arms began to fuss more loudly, and she turned to stride back into her home.

“Let me grab my bag!” Mekor exclaimed before rushing inside to gather his belongings.

Macet rested against the doorframe, embracing the damp heat of his home world, lounging in a ray of dusky sunlight like a contented gettle. He chuckled at the din that his nieces and nephews were creating inside the house, their chatter and the clanging of dishes and toys carrying through the open door.

Mekor bounded back through the door, nearly breathless, his dark eyes lit with excitement. “I’m ready.”

Akellan laughed and pulled his nephew under one of his arms, mussing his hair. “Let’s go, then,” he crowed, leading Mekor back down the path toward the street, headed for the transport site where they would catch their passenger ship.

• • •

The bar was crowded, packed with bodies of all shapes and sizes and colors (and in various stages of undress), as people waited for their drinks. A heavyset Bolian man stepped backward, bumping into you soundly before turning to offer profuse apologies.

“It’s alright,” you assured him with a small smile, although truthfully, you were at your limit of social interaction for the day. The heat of the Risian twin suns high overhead and the press of bodies surrounding you made you grouchy, irritation drawing your shoulders up toward your ears.

A handsome Risian bartender finally handed you your fluorescent blue drink, topped with piles of fruit and colorful flowers, tossing a charming smile your way as you backed away from the bar desperately. You turned away to watch where you were going and made your way past clusters of palm trees and bushes full of magenta flowers back onto the sandy beach where your companions had gathered.

Although, they were gone by the time you arrived – you spotted one of the three friends you’d come with chatting with a Risian woman in a gorgeous silver swimsuit near the ocean’s edge. It was anyone’s guess as to where the other two had wandered off. You settled yourself back in your plush chair beneath a wide umbrella, taking a bracing sip of your very sweet, very alcoholic beverage.

Taking a deep breath of salty air, you closed your eyes, enjoying the way the breeze caressed your skin. It had been… too long since you’d last had a vacation. Being a teacher aboard Starbase Epsilon was an exciting and fulfilling job, but you’d been doing it for a long while. You’d taught there all through the Dominion War, which had only ended the year before, even as the Cardassian Union’s treaty with the Dominion threatened the safety of all outlying Federation planets and bases. It had been a stressful time, to say the least, and even in the year that had passed since the Dominion forces surrendered, there was little respite from the damage that had been done while the war had rampaged.

Given the starbase’s proximity to Cardassia Prime, Epsilon, along with Deep Space Nine, housed scores of displaced Cardassians, as well as Starfleet officers and Federation civilians who flocked to Cardassia to help them rebuild.  

Your student body population had swelled then, and you’d had to hire more teachers to assist you – your three companions who were with you now on Risa. You’d decided a few weeks ago that you all deserved a break, after a long year of modifying curriculums, wrangling students, and managing parent expectations.

And so you found yourself on Risa, unsure how to relax like this after so long without any leave.

A spray of sand jerked you from your thoughts as it surged over your legs and chair. You bolted upright with a surprised yelp, eyes wide as you looked for the source of the shimmering sand now pooling beneath you in your chair.

A shadow fell over you from the side as a tall Cardassian rose from the ground, dusting himself off. He looked young, his chu’en and scales still relatively smooth. He looked at you sheepishly, and you glimpsed the hoverball he tucked nervously behind his back. “I’m very sorry, miss, I –”

With a laugh, you waved him off. “It’s alright. I’d rather get hit with sand than a hoverball.”

The Cardassian laughed with you, his relief evident in the sound.

Another Cardassian man came jogging up behind the first, this one older and bare-chested, with small patches of hair adorning his chin.

His eyebrow ridges rose slightly as his gaze fell on you, taking in the sand dusting your bare legs and settled in your lap, a light blue tint coloring his chufa.

“I must apologize, miss, my nephew and I were getting a little out of hand, it would seem,” he confessed, his voice low and more than a little captivating. He bumped his nephew with his shoulder. “Did you apologize, Mekor?” he asked.

As Mekor began another guilty apology, you chuckled again. “It’s quite alright,” you assured him. “I’m fine, no harm done.” To demonstrate, you rose from your chair, sand cascading down your legs as you wiped at the bottom half of your swimsuit and the tops of your thighs with one hand, the other still clutching your drink.

A glint of something like hunger flashed across the older man’s eyes as your gaze met his, but he blinked and it was gone.

“Perhaps I could replace your drink,” the man offered.

“Oh, I-,” you began, glancing down toward your hand to find the fruit and flowers atop your glass indeed shimmering with sand. You looked back up at him shyly. “Oh. That would be lovely, actually – thank you.”

The man nodded and motioned toward the bar. His hand came to rest softly on your lower back as you stepped around the chair and to his side.

With a smirk and a benign shake of his head, you saw Mekor toss the hoverball up and follow it back to wherever they’d camped out along the beach.

“What is your name, my dear?” the Cardassian at your side asked, his head turned to watch you. You smiled, biting your lip nervously. His proud posture and the way the sun gleamed against his bare chest made you a little self-conscious.

You gave him your name, trying to force some nonchalance into your tone.  

“Lovely,” he murmured. He guided you back towards the bar you’d come from not too long ago, the shady seating area still overrun with patrons. Unlike your last excursion, however, the throngs of people seemed to part without thought for Akellan’s presence. “I am Akellan.”

As you went to respond, a group of young, rowdy humans veered drunkenly into your path. Before any of them could collide with you, however, you felt Akellan’s hand grasping at your waist, tugging you closer to him. 

You glanced over at him, your heart stuttering at the proximity. He kept his arm wrapped around you and, with excitement coursing through you, you couldn’t bring yourself to mention it. You ducked your head slightly to hide the smile that painted your lips. He guided you forward slightly as you approached the bar top, protecting your back from the jostling of others with his tall frame. 

You ordered another of your gaudy blue cocktails and Akellan ordered a kanar for himself, to be charged to his room. Mesmerized by the crystalline ocean beyond the bar and beach, you didn’t notice his careful observation of you. His eyes traced the gentle slope of your neck down to your shoulders, the delicacy of your collarbones, the way the shimmery green swimsuit you’d chosen accentuated your curves. He’d never been more grateful for Mekor’s youthful ungainliness than he was right now.  

As the bartender handed you your respective drinks, Akellan stepped away from you, but held out a hand, a smirk playing over his lips.

Offering him a smile of your own, you slid your hand into his, allowing him to tug you gently back the way you came.

“So, what brings you and your nephew to Risa?” you asked curiously, your toes relishing in the warmth of the sand. Akellan slowed his stride as you reached the beach, as though he wasn’t particularly eager to get you back to your chair. 

“Ah,” he started brightly, his blue eyes glimmering in the sunlight, “yesterday was Mekor’s 16th birthday, and I wanted to do something special for him.”

“That’s very kind of you!” you replied, squeezing his fingers lightly. 

Akellan chuckled, a rich, gravelly sound you immediately wanted to hear again.  

“I certainly try to be a good uncle. His father is not around anymore and as the oldest, Mekor has many responsibilities and not much time to enjoy his youth.” A mixed group of very attractive Risian and Trill women passed you both and, despite their giggling and heated looks in Akellan’s direction, he didn’t spare them a glance, his gaze focused firmly on you as he spoke. “I suppose I’m spoiling him a bit, but I can’t help but want to provide him with good experiences. Living on Cardassia, he’s been through plenty already.”

You nodded somberly at that. “I can certainly understand that,” you murmured, reluctantly pulling your attention away from him as you approached your beach chair. A sinking feeling tugged at your chest, realizing it was likely time to part ways. But Akellan hadn’t released your hand yet. He was standing so close to you. You wiggled your toes further into the sand nervously, willing the tension out of your muscles.

“Thank you,” you offered, lifting your drink up slightly.

“Of course.” He glanced around at the vacant chairs, strewn with your friends’ abandoned towels and half-finished cocktails. “Have your… friends abandoned you?” he asked, the ridge above one of his eyes raised slightly. You heard the question behind his question and exhaled a laugh. 

“Yes,” you replied as you placed your drink on the small table beside your lounge chair, “my friends seem to have found other diversions for themselves.” 

He paused, studying you again, a mischievous curiosity in his features. “And, if I may ask, what diversions will you be partaking in?”

You glanced skyward, tapping a finger against your chin theatrically. “I’ll probably go for a swim. I have a new novel I’m looking to finish… Perhaps I’ll do some people-watching.” You shot him a sly grin. “There are some very attractive people here, you know.” 

“Oh, I am well aware,” he muttered darkly. Heat rose in your chest and cheeks.

As his gaze returned to yours again, he looked hopeful. “I’ve promised to thoroughly beat Mekor at hoverball today,” he explained, and you laughed. “I have a reputation to uphold, after all… But perhaps you would like to join me for dinner this evening?”

The butterflies in your stomach erupted into your tightening chest, the prospect of taking a deep breath daunting in that moment. You nodded enthusiastically, biting your lip to keep from grinning like an absolute fool.

“How does 1900 sound?” he asked, sounding somewhat relieved that you’d agreed.

“That works for me!” You cleared your throat quietly, trying to take the overeager pitch out of your voice. “I’m in room 151.”

With a nod, Akellan began to walk backward, as though he wasn’t quite ready to take his eyes off you. You took the opportunity to appraise him, to appreciate the patterning of his scales and the way his muscles shifted beneath his skin. When your gaze returned to his, although he’d put considerable distance between the two of you, he smirked. He finally turned away from you to watch where he was walking, and you sank back onto your beach chair and off of your wobbly legs.

Akellan and Mekor had settled themselves not far from your location on the beach and you found yourself unable (and frankly, unwilling) to stop stealing glances at Akellan. You tried to focus on your novel, you really did, but your eyes flicked up over the top of the PADD in front of you often, in an almost compulsive way. Sometimes, you’d glance up to find him already looking at you and, playing coy, you’d bite your lip and refocus on your PADD.   

After an hour of re-reading the same page of your novel, you finally put it down, groaning at your own giddiness. You stood and made your way into the crystalline surf, hoping a swim would clear your mind. You could see, in your periphery, that Akellan was watching, shading his eyes from the sun with one hand, the other holding the hoverball teasingly above his head as Mekor jumped desperately for it beside him.

Trying not to focus on his staring, you let the sea pull you in, diving beneath rolling waves until you were past any other tourists, capturing a bit of ocean for yourself. Taking another deep breath and feeling the pull of currents against you, you floated onto your back, the rocking waves indeed soothing the somewhat overwhelming anticipation that had been zipping through you since Akellan first approached.

You let your mind wander, contemplating how long it had been since you’d felt this way about anyone. Too long, if the lack of surfacing memories was anything to go by. Even your last couple of boyfriends hadn’t really inspired that kind of energy in you – you’d loved them, certainly, but in each instance, there was some measure of passion missing that never really materialized.

But it felt ridiculous to think that maybe Akellan was what you’d been looking for. After all, you were just vacationing in the same place. You didn’t know anything about him or his life. Maybe he was just after a one-night stand. A fling. A little vacation hanky-panky. The thought made your heart feel leaden behind your ribcage. 

Blowing a raspberry at the sky, you glanced toward the shore to ensure you hadn’t been pulled too far out.

A small smile crept across your lips as you watched Akellan and Mekor play together, their laughter and teasing carrying on the wind.  

You stayed in the water a while longer, letting the setting suns warm your skin as they painted the sky in gorgeous ribbons of pink and orange. When you finally swam back toward the shore and strode out of the surf, you noticed Mekor and Akellan packing up. As Akellan’s gaze landed on you, you smiled and gave him a small wave, continuing on toward your chair and your own belongings. You caught his grin before you turned away, his hand lifted in a half-wave as though he’d lost his train of thought.

• • •

You agonized over what to wear. It wasn’t like you to fuss over outfits, and you knew it made little sense to care so much about what a man who’d already seen you in next-to-nothing thought about your clothing choices. But still, you agonized. You certainly hadn’t anticipated a dinner date on this trip, meaning you hadn’t brought too many options with you. After significant pacing and long stretches in front of the mirror, you decided on a blue, strappy linen dress that hugged you in all the right places. 

By the time you’d gotten yourself ready, your door chime was sounding. You zipped to the door to answer it. 

As the door slid open, you were greeted by Akellan’s wide smile. The sight of his lean frame clad in a soft, deep green shirt and loose brown pants stole all the thoughts from your head for a moment. He looked so… touchable. 

“You look stunning,” Akellan remarked as his own gaze appraised your exposed shoulders and the way your dress wrapped around you. 

“As do you,” you replied, your fingers twitching at your side. You tucked your traitorous hands behind your back, trying not to give yourself away or paint yourself as too eager, but if his smirk was anything to go on, Akellan hadn’t missed the minute movement.

Akellan offered you his arm as the pair of you made your way down the hall toward the lobby of the hotel. 

“And where is Mekor this evening?” you asked conversationally. “I hate to steal you away from him,” you added, although you knew your tone gave away that you didn’t feel that badly about it. 

Akellan chuckled. “He has found some entertainment of his own, I fear, in the form of a group of Risian teenagers… I believe they’re going to see some live music in one of the coves.”

It was a perfect night for it, you thought. Balmy and pleasant - you looked up into the rapidly darkening night sky scattered with stars. Akellen followed your gaze.

“I must admit that I simply assumed you were from Earth - how far are you from home?” he asked quietly, steering you beside him on the paved path towards Suraya Bay. 

You hummed, mapping planets in your head. “Only a little closer than you, I think.” You glanced over at your companion, whose browline ridges had raised in interest. “You were somewhat correct in your assumption - I’m originally from Earth, but I’ve been living on Starbase Epsilon for the last five years.”

“Ah,” came Akellan’s quiet response. As the two of you made your way toward the cove, Akellan’s demeanor seemed to have shifted. He held himself less cavalierly, appeared less amorous and more curious. It was… comforting, you realized. It made you feel less vulnerable. “You are very close to Cardassia, then. I understand that Epsilon is one of the starbases that has seen the most refugees from the war?”

You nodded. “I’m a teacher on the ‘base, so I’ve had the unique opportunity to have Cardassian culture taught to me by children,” you responded with a laugh. 

Akellan chuckled. “I couldn’t imagine the chaos, honestly.”

“It’s been an adjustment, to be sure, but I enjoy teaching. And the new students I’ve had have generally proven themselves to be very capable and bright.”

“That’s a relief,” Akellan said, sounding like he was only half-joking. 

Your jaw dropped slightly as the pair of you rounded a corner, revealing a small, open-air restaurant strung up with twinkling lights sitting just at the water’s edge. The stars and lights glinted white on the rippling surface of the sea and you knew you couldn’t wait this long for another vacation again. There was nothing like this view on the starbase; even the holosuites couldn’t compare to the real thing. 

“I didn’t even know this was here,” you murmured, feeling slightly choked up. This was very romantic.

“I like to think I have a few surprises up my sleeve,” Akellan told you, guiding you by the elbow through the double glass doors. A very tan Risian waiter inclined his head with a smile before guiding the two of you directly toward a patio filled with small, intimate tables, surrounded by a low stone wall. The waves lapped softly against it as Akellan pulled out your chair and you glanced up at him as you sat, the lights on the ceiling glowing like a halo behind him.

He bent toward you as he pushed your chair in, his breath whispering against your ear. “You look lovely in this light.”

Heat crept into your cheeks and you bit your lip to stop from kissing him then and there. As though sensing this, Akellan winked then turned to take his own seat.

Dinner was a delight. Over wine and fresh seafood, Akellen regaled you with tales from his ship, the Trager, as well as stories from his own childhood and family life back on Cardassia. He asked about your youth and experiences teaching children on a starbase. Humor seemed to be a shared language for the two of you, and you were granted your earlier wish of hearing Akellan’s laugh over and over again. His bright smile was contagious and brought with it a tightness in your chest that you identified as falling hard and fast for someone. 

“So, how often do you get to spend time with Mekor?” you asked over a sip of springwine. “You two seem very close.”

Akellan’s eyes darted away from yours briefly. He sighed. 

“We are very close. Mostly because his father spent much of his life putting his military and political ambitions above all else, including his family. Even when he could have returned to Cardassia, he often did not. I have always had… different priorities than my cousin,” he told you earnestly. “So I have helped to raise Mekor wherever I could. And lately… well, Dukat has been missing in action, though likely deceased, so I am trying to do right by my family.”

You choked slightly on another sip of wine, covering your mouth as you coughed. “I’m sorry,” you croaked. “Gul Dukat is your cousin - is Mekor’s father?”

“You know of him?” Akellan looked genuinely surprised.

“I do,” you admitted. “I have friends on Deep Space 9. I’m assuming you probably already know, but there was a rumor going around that Dukat had gotten in with the Pah-Wraiths, causing trouble for Captain Sisko, the Emissary. I think he thought that the Pah-Wraiths could maybe turn the tide of the War in favor of Cardassia and the Dominion.”

To your surprise and immediate dismay, Akellan looked somewhat ashamed. You hated it - it was an expression that did not mix well with his proud, sincere features. You fidgeted with the stem of your wine glass.

“I apologize for bringing it up,” you murmured. “I imagine it can’t be easy to talk about.”

“My lovely girl, you needn’t apologize. Dukat made his decisions, whatever they were. I now have the distinct pleasure of taking over where he has failed - I will be the person that Mekor and his siblings go to when they need a father’s advice.”

A seed of dread sprouted deep in your belly. “Does… When you say that, is there a Cardassian tradition wherein you… take over for Dukat? As in… I mean… I’m sorry, I’m normally more eloquent than this you,” you mumbled, thoroughly embarrassed. You pinched the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes to collect yourself, but they opened again when you felt Akellan’s soft grasp on your hand that remained on the table. 

“You have no reason to fear me, dear girl. Ask away.” The openness and curiosity in his face was going to kill you, you realized.

“Um.. is it a tradition in Cardassia,” you began slowly, “that you must take over Dukat’s family for him? As in, marry his wife and raise his children as your own?” You bit your lip awkwardly. You couldn’t even imagine having to end this because Akellan wanted a fling before he returned to Cardassia to marry his cousin’s wife.

A slow smile graced his lips. There was compassion in his gaze. He took a deep breath before ending your suffering.

“Certainly not,” he said with a meaningful shake of his head. “One day, I would like to have a wife and children of my own. I would not take up Dukat’s - besides, I doubt Kelana would have me,” he added with a chuckle. “She can be quite… prickly. It was a good match for Dukat, but would not be so for me.”

He gently squeezed your hand that rested under his.

“Family is very important on Cardassia. I want to help mine, where I can.”

Relief flooded your system as rapidly as though Akellan had thrown cold water over you. “I can understand that,” you replied sheepishly. “I just… I didn’t want to get involved if you had something else going on back on Cardassia.”

Thoroughly embarrassed, you moved to pull your hand away from his on the table, but he grasped it firmly and cradled it in his.

“I have no such obligations to anyone. I would, however, like to find out what this could be. With you.” The words sat heavy over the table between you both.

Your heart had lodged itself in your throat. You swallowed around it and nodded. “I’d like that,” you whispered.

• • •

The cool night air caressed your bare shoulders as you stepped out onto the balcony overlooking the pale sands on the beach below. Leaning forward onto the railing, you took a deep breath to settle the nerves that Akellan’s very presence seemed to set on fire. 

As though your thoughts had called to him, you heard him approach behind you, felt the solidness of his form as he pressed close to your side, handing you a small glass of kanar. The two moons of Risa cast an ethereal light across his features, contrasting sharply with the dark, desirous look in his eyes. Feeling somewhat spellbound, you took the drink from him and brought it to your mouth. Akellan’s eyes tracked your every move, fixating on the way your lips pressed against the glass.

A sound almost like a growl rumbled in his throat. His fingers slipped beneath yours, removing the drink from your grasp and setting it on the railing with a loud clink as his other hand rose to cradle your jaw. His lips connected with yours feverishly and, without conscious thought, your body responded - your hands grazed upward over his firm chest and shoulders, looping around his ridged neck, your whole body surging upward, pushing you closer to him. 

Akellan’s free arm wrapped firmly around your waist, keeping you trapped against him. He broke from you with a groan, his mouth traveling to pepper rough kisses along your jaw and the column of your neck. 

You tilted your head back with a whimper as he sucked at the sensitive spot just below your ear. 

“Do you know how long I have been considering how I might get you to make sounds like that?” he demanded, his lips drifting over your skin in a way that sent shivers down your spine.

“How long?” you breathed up into the night sky, twining your trembling fingers together at the nape of his neck.

“Since you first… brushed that sand…” he muttered between restless kisses, “off your lap.” He sighed, his hands tracing your sides to settle on your hips. “I would have given a great deal to replace your hands with mine in that moment.”

You moaned at the thought, shifting your fingers to pluck needily at the collar of his shirt. He hummed against your skin. “You like that, don’t you, darling girl?” You could do no more than nod, dropping your head forward to brush your nose against his.

Akellan separated from you a bit, and you released your hold around his neck as he tugged his soft shirt up over his head, tossing it to the side. As if drawn by a magnet, your hands returned to his skin, palms tracing the scales and ridges decorating his torso. He sighed again as your fingers traipsed over the spoon formation on his chest; a very different kind of sigh this time, one that foretold heated gazes and lingering touches between crisp sheets in the warm Risian night. You couldn’t wait.

Smoothing his hands down your sides, Akellan caught the hem of your dress and began to push it upwards, his palms caressing your sides as though you’d disappear if he stopped touching you. Heat built between you as you pulled your dress up and over your head, leaving you standing before him in only your mismatched undergarments. 

His fingers traced your jaw lightly as he shifted into your grasp again, a stark contrast to the firm tug of your hair tangling in his fists. A moan slipped through your lips just before they collided with his. Distractedly, the pair of you gravitated toward your bed in the center of the room, not bothering to close the balcony doors behind you. 

Akellan guided you down onto your back on the bed, his palms tracing your skin, mapping the hills and valleys of your body. Memorizing them, if the concentration in his eyes was any indication.

His gaze caught yours as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of your panties, pausing, asking silent permission. You rolled your hips slightly, spurring him on. “I want you, Akellan,” you managed, the heat rolling through you making your thoughts fuzzy. You felt as though you were consumed by thoughts of the Cardassian hovering above you and what he might do with you. 

Any restraint he might have been showing seemed to disappear then. Your underwear were on the floor in a matter of seconds, and Akellan was running slow kisses up the inside of one of your legs. Your whimper hung heavy in the air between you and you couldn’t miss the arrogant smirk that played at the corner of his mouth.

Your head tipped back against the comforter as Akellan’s fingers finally (finally!) stroked the apex of your thighs. As Akellan shifted, resting his free hand beside your head before leaning in to capture your lips in a slow, deliberate kiss, you felt a telltale hardness against your thigh. Your mind whirled with the possibilities lying before you this evening and the realization propelled you forward. You surged upward into a seated position, pushing Akellan back without breaking the kiss. 

With an unexpected level of gracefulness for you, you managed to pull Akellan onto the bed beside you and, kneeling beside him, your fingers made quick work of his belt. There was a brightness around his eyes, as though both surprised and incredibly turned on by this little display of assertiveness. 

“My, what an eager girl you are,” he murmured, his fingers again finding the cleft between your legs and continuing his earlier ministrations. The slick sounds of your pleasure, in combination with Akellan’s teasing, gravelly voice sent shudders rolling through you. You’d just managed to get Akellan’s pants over his thighs and pulled out his prUt with minimal fumbling when he slipped slipped a finger inside you. The moan that tumbled from between your lips was nearly shameful, but the hungry look in your lover’s eyes dismissed any cares you might have had. One of your hands rested on Akellan’s scaled thigh, clenching as you adjusted to the intrusion and the wave of pleasure that his curling, exploratory finger brought. 

You thanked past you roundly for doing some cursory studying of Cardassian anatomy when the starbase began housing so many Cardassians - Akellan’s cock was only intimidating in the way that first-time sex usually was, instead of the “I have no idea what to even do with this thing and it’s the first time” kind of way. 

With gentle fingers, you traced the length of Akellan’s everted prUt before landing on the especially-sensitive ring of scales at its base. A deep groan reverberated beside you, Akellan’s head thrown back and his free hand gripping the comforter like a lifeline. The groan morphed into a predatory growl as you brought your lips to his slippery length and licked from base to tip. 

You faltered for a moment in your quest to take him fully in your mouth as he added another finger to your needy cunt. But only for a moment - you were determined to show Akellan the same kind of pleasure he was bringing you as he curled his fingers experimentally inside you. 

The air around you was thick with groans and gasping breaths. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you remembered the open balcony doors, but in that moment, lost in the haze of mounting ecstasy, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

Akellan’s free hand loosened around the comforter and grasped instead at your hair, gently guiding you into a rhythm that quickly had his hips rolling. You massaged the irllun at his base as you did your best to take him deep into your throat. Akellan moaned your name desperately, and then the world was spinning around you as he maneuvered you over him and pulled you into a searing kiss. 

His tip teased at your entrance as he growled, “As much as I’d love to continue fucking that pretty mouth of yours, the feeling of you clenching around my fingers is driving me mad. I need you on my Cho’Ch.”

A whispered sigh of his name slipped between your lips as you sank onto him, fulfilling his need and yours. Your palms found their home pressed against the scales patterning his chest as you lifted yourself slowly onto your knees and back down again, rocking in a rhythm that made Akellan swear in Kardasi.

Akellan’s hands squeezed tightly about your hips, grinding you into him with every downstroke, the gratifying friction against your clit building until you were practically wailing into the balmy Risian air. The Cardassian beneath you pulled himself into a seated position, expertly removing your bra and burying his face in your chest, biting and sucking at your skin between groans that were starting to sound pained and impatient. You understood the feeling, rising ever higher toward your peak and ready to crash over the edge with Akellan. 

The amber-lit bedroom tilted around you again as Akellan maneuvered you onto your back on the soft sheets. He wasted no time thrusting back into you, his pupils wide in blue eyes that were focused intently on yours. 

“You feel exquisite,” he said darkly, resting his forehead against yours without losing his rhythm. 

“I’m so c-close, Akellan, please, please don’t stop-'' you begged, one of your hands coming up to squeeze Akellan’s bicep while the other raced down to twirl frantically around your clit. 

“Oh, I won’t, lovely thing, not until you’ve come for me,” he whispered, the heat of his words cradled in the shell of your ear as he buried his head against your shoulder, the tickle of his facial hair a pleasant contrast to the heavy, overwhelming sensations emanating from the meeting points between your bodies. 

And suddenly it was all too much - the heat, the grind and press of your bodies, his voice, the feel of his lips tracing the slope of your shoulder. The ever-tightening string in your core snapped and with a loud cry, an explosion of starlight burst behind your eyes. You vaguely registered the sharp intake of Akellan’s breath as you clenched around his length, the sound heralding his own climax as Akellan buried himself inside you, deeper than you thought anyone ever had before. 

In the heady, panting, messy afterglow, you felt Akellan pull out of you and you winced. Akellan appeared to notice, peppering your face with kisses and brushing your hair away from your face. He pulled you against his chest as you each caught your breath and you realized you couldn’t remember the last time you’d been this comfortable.

 • • •

“Come on, babes, we’re gonna miss the transport!”

You could hear your friends shouting for you to hurry, but it felt near impossible to let Akellan Macet out of your grasp. You hugged him tighter and he returned the gesture, his palm cradling the back of your head where it was nestled in the crook of his shoulder. 

“Don’t worry, my sweet girl, I’ll see you soon enough. I promise,” he whispered into your hair. You’d spent every remaining day of your vacation with Akellan and Mekor and the time spent with them had only solidified the hold he was building around your heart.

You pulled back just a bit, to meet his gaze dubiously. There was affection and patience in his smile. “You forget,” he murmured. “I have a ship at my command, and you are rather close to my homeworld. Besides, I have your personal number - I will write to you often, I swear it.”

You nodded a little mournfully. 

“And you will write back?” he asked, a little insecurity coloring his voice.

“Every day, if you wish it,” you whispered in return, meaning it. 

Akellan beamed and you couldn’t help the lifting of your own lips in response.

“I so look forward to our next meeting.” Akellan’s thumb gently traced your jaw before pulling you in for one last, slow kiss. As it ended, he bumped his nose against yours playfully. “Have a safe journey, my dear. I will see you soon.” With that, he turned you around carefully and nudged you towards your waiting friends, a couple of whom were sporting raised eyebrows and impressed looks. Heat flushed into your cheeks as you realized just how much explaining you were going to have to do on the transport home.

TRANSLATIONS:

Bo’yadik – uncle [lit. father’s brother] – in this case, Macet is technically his first cousin - once removed, but for the purposes of this story, it’s just simpler to say that he calls Macet uncle.

CestUl - child

Adik - Mother

Chu’en - the collective term for the Cardassian dermal spoon formations (chufa, chula, and chuva)

prUt - term for the Cardassian penis (Cho’Ch is a slang term for this)

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Christ, this is so well-written. 😭

Hello! I hope you are doing well today ☺️ I would love a Gul Macet fic 👀 maybe he meets an lt on the enterprise and it can go from there? Fluff or otherwise, I can also give more detail if needed i don't think I've seen a fic for him yet so 😂

Ooooh! I love the sound of this! The most undignified sound just came out of my mouth when I read what character this was for. I hope you're doing well today too!! And thank you for the request! I hope I can do it justice! (Sorry this took so long. The prompt sort of ran away with me lol.) Cross posted to AO3 here.

If anyone wants to be added to my taglist or wants to submit a fic request, my ask box is always open! If you want to know whether I write for a certain character, have a look here. If the character you want isn't on the list, I probably just forgot to add them, so please feel free to ask.

This is the first installment of “The Trager’s Gul” - a series about Gul Macet. Links to the rest of the series can be found below.

Risa Is For Lovers

Mesmerized

The Cove

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Peace Talks And Other Diversions

Gul Macet (ST:TNG) x Reader

[A/N: I don't really have any notes but! Cardassians! :3 ]

Warnings: Mentions of battles? Cardassians engage in a bit of posturing when they flirt, so...posturing as flirting??? Little hint of spice. Just a tad implied. Also Data is Data...

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A week of travel along the Cardassian border saw the Enterprise meeting up with a ship we’d seen once before. The Cardassian ship Trager under the command of Gul Macet was holding position with us as a delegation of officers transported over for the latest in a series of peace talks. There was already a treaty between the Federation and Cardassia, but some of the finer points were still under review by both sides. Given that Captain Picard was one of the Federation’s best diplomats, it made sense for him to be given this assignment.

In Starfleet formal wear, the Captain, Commander Riker, and Counselor Troi all stood in the transporter room awaiting the signal from the Trager. Standing behind the transporter controls, Mr. O'Brien and I worked side by side on a final check of the transporter system. He could have done it himself, but he knew I was curious about the Cardassians. The Captain did raise an eyebrow when he saw me, but offered neither comment nor question when he saw I was in the appropriate formal uniform. After a few minutes, we received a message from the Trager stating that Gul Macet and his party were ready for transport. Moving out of the Chief's way, he beamed the delegation aboard. When the Cardassians materialized, my eyes fell immediately to the one in the center. All three of them were impressive, but there was something different about him.

"Gul Macet, it's a pleasure to have you aboard the Enterprise again, especially since these are much happier circumstances than our last meeting," the Captain said extending his hand in greeting to the very Cardassian I had been fascinated by only a moment before.

"Indeed, Captain, I'm glad that we are no longer under the threat of imminent combat. Perhaps this time, we shall be able to take a bit more time to get to know each other," the Gul said grasping the Captain's hand cordially.

"You remember my first officer, Commander Riker, and my ship's counselor, Deanna Troi," the Captain said, and the Gul greeted them both with a polite nod of his head. "And my transporter chief, Miles O'Brien, of course."

The Gul gave him a respectful nod and let his eyes slide to me, obviously expecting an introduction. As I wasn't meant to be there in the first place, however, the Captain provided none.

"You'll remember my aides, Glinns Daro and Telle," he said as the two men stepped forward. After the Captain had greeted them both, Gul Macet stepped over to stand on the other side of the transporter controls directly in front of me. "And who might you be, my dear?"

"Lieutenant (y/f/n) (y/l/n)," I answered with a polite smile. The Gul took a cue from our own Captain and held out his hand to me in greeting. I took it in my grasp and noted the small smile that stretched across his lips. "Welcome back to the Enterprise, sir."

"Thank you, Lieutenant." Macet smiled just a little wider before the Captain spoke up.

"Gul Macet, my senior staff and I have arranged a formal dinner in honor of your presence on the Enterprise and participation in these diplomatic talks," the Captain said in his most official tone. The Gul nodded his head and turned back to me.

"I trust you'll be attending as well, Lieutenant?" At the Cardassian's question, I could do no more than blink owlishly. I hadn't been invited, but I also didn't want to risk disappointing a diplomat.

"If you desire her attendance, then, of course, the Lieutenant will be there," the Captain said after a moment, ending my internal struggle.

"Excellent. I look forward to the pleasure of your company this evening," he said with a little wink. "Now, I think it is time for me to get my mind off of recreation and back to business."

"Of course. Commander Riker will show you to the conference room," the Captain said, and soon the transporter room was empty save myself and O'Brien.

"Well, yeh were curious about the Cardassians. Looks like you'll get teh observe 'em closer than yeh thought," the Chief said with a smile. "Better you than me."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," I deadpanned before heading off to complete the rest of my duty shift.

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Later that evening, I donned my formal uniform once more and made my way to Ten Forward where tonight's dinner would be held. I hesitated in front of the door for a moment, wondering if I should have delicately declined.

"It is normal to be nervous, Lieutenant," a cool voice called out, and I turned to see Data a few feet from me. "I am correct about your current emotional response, am I not? Your hesitation suggests that you are preoccupied."

"Yes, Data, you're correct. I've been to formal events before, but none that I wasn't originally invited to. I suppose I...feel a bit like I'm intruding where I don't belong," I said hoping that I was explaining myself well.

"You are not intruding. The Captain would not have extended an invitation to you at all if he truly felt you did not belong," Data said analytically. After a momentary pause, he placed what I assumed was meant to be a comforting hand on my shoulder, then headed inside himself. I took a deep breath and straightened up before going inside.

Servers were mingling with crew members as they offered the contents of their trays - at the moment that appeared to be liquid refreshments. I snagged a glass of a syrupy liquid from a passing server with murmured gratitude. This must be Cardassian kanar. Moving to a quiet corner, I observed the mix of senior staff and Cardassian guests with interest. There certainly was a fascinating contrast between our two crews. I could see now more than ever why Data enjoyed observing social interactions from the sidelines as he was doing tonight.

"Ah, here you are. I was beginning to believe that you weren't coming after all," a familiar voice called from a small cluster of people near the starboard window. Turning to see who was receiving such a joyful greeting, I found Gul Macet's eyes fixed on me. Beside him, the Captain raised an eyebrow, but excused himself to go mingle with one of the Glinns. As I began to approach the Gul, a smile stretched his lips. "May I say that of all the guests present tonight, you are by far the loveliest."

My cheeks heated up at his words, and I took a reflexive sip of my drink as I searched for the right words. Bad decision. The kanar was surprisingly strong - it nearly brought tears to my eyes.

"Th-That's very kind of you, Gul," I said as I struggled to hold back a cough. I tried to make it look as though I wasn't having trouble, but from the amused gleam in the Gul's eyes, it's safe to say I wasn't doing well.

"Call me Akellan. I assume this is your first time drinking kanar?" He asked offering me a gentle smile.

"Yes, it is. I-I didn't think it would be quite so strong," I said clearing my throat as quietly as I could manage. He let out a small chuckle.

"It does take some getting used to. It is rather an acquired taste. Your Earth drink...champagne, I believe? That was equally surprising for me. The bubbles add an...intriguing sensation," he said gesturing to his own flute. I appreciated his effort to make me feel more at ease, but before I could say so, the head server entered and announced that dinner would be served. "I wonder if you would do me the honor of sitting with me, Lieutenant? If you have arrangements already, I understand, but if not, I would very much enjoy the pleasure of your beautiful company."

"The honor would be mine, Gul," I said, and he raised a hand.

"Excellent, but please, call me Akellan," he said before offering me his arm. With a confirming nod, I placed my hand on his arm and allowed him to lead me to the table. "May I call you (y/f/n), Lieutenant?"

Since he was again within earshot, the Captain gave me a look of what I interpreted as amused surprise.

"Of course you may," I answered as we both took our seats. Deanna was seated directly across from me, and she gave me a rather knowing smile. Given her empathic abilities, she was no doubt able to sense my curiosity and attraction toward Gu- Akellan. Akellan. He told me to call him Akellan. I had to remember that. The servers got to work ensuring we all received food, and they got a resounding 'thank you' from all parties involved. A few minutes into our meal, conversation was flowing easily.

"Gul Macet, I hope you're enjoying this visit to the Enterprise better than your last," Counselor Troi commented, and without missing a beat, Akellan nodded his head and glanced between myself and Deanna.

"Oh, undoubtedly. The view is much more attractive than before," he said turning to me and tossing me a wink. I averted my gaze with a shy smile and noticed Data looking rather confused. He looked to Commander Riker who was taking a sip of his drink.

"Sir, as the foremost expert present on human and interspecies mating rituals-" Riker nearly spat out his drink and his eyes widened. "-would I be correct in assuming Gul Macet's statement to be a flirtatious one?" Deanna tried very hard to hide her smile as she patted Riker on the back to ease his coughing. Riker's cheeks were bright red as he struggled for words, but he was saved by an amused laugh from the Cardassian next to me.

"Ah, I see. Well, you and my cousin Skrain have something in common then, Commander," Akellan said with a bright smile. "He's a bit of a...oh, what do you call it in your language?"

"A ladies' man?" I suggested, and Macet placed a gentle hand on my arm.

"Yes, indeed. A ladies' man. Thank you, my dear," he said, and Data still looked a little confused. "To answer your question, Mister Data, yes. My comment was meant to be flirtatious. The Lieutenant is a rather beautiful young woman. Surely you can't blame a man for enjoying the company of a lovely lady. In fact, I rather think that pleasant social interaction was the point of this event between our people."

"It is, sir. I meant no offense. I am intrigued by social interactions and study them whenever possible," Data said with an innocent sort of frankness. He'd always been so kind to me, and I know he truly hadn't intended for his words to cause any problems.

"Then I hope we will prove to be worthwhile subjects," Akellan said before someone changed the subject to the peace talks. The rest of the meal passed without anything of consequence transpiring, and when a few members of the Enterprise crew and some of Gul Macet's officers began to retire for the evening, I stood to take my leave as well. The Gul stood as well and offered me his hand. "May I escort you back to your quarters, my dear?"

"O-Oh, I couldn't possibly inconvenience you like that-"

"Indeed you couldn't, for the simple reason that it would be no inconvenience at all. It would be my honor," he said with an encouraging smile. In full sight of the Captain and the senior staff, I placed my hand in the Gul's. We bade the remaining officers a good night and made our way to the turbolift. When the door slid closed, Gul Macet turned to me and stepped closer. “Your fellow officers were jealous of me, especially Commander Riker. The look he gave me as we left was positively feral.”

“I highly doubt that. He and the Counselor are sort of an item-”

“Would it surprise you to know that I am jealous of the rest of your crew?” Akellan asked in a quiet, serious voice. I could do no more than blink in surprise. “It’s true. They get to be around you and work with you every day. They get so much time with you...yet mine is limited.”

Taking a chance, I placed my hands on the chest plate of his armor and stepped closer, hoping that I wasn’t reading all this wrong.

“Then we’ll just have to make the most of the time that we do have,” I responded quietly, and the slow smile that crossed his thin lips was all the warning I got before he leaned in and kissed me.

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Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

For all of my fellow Star Trek fans, here is my first ever attempt at Kinktober! There was no way I would be able to do something for every day of October, but I picked the topics I was most inspired to write about and tried to do all of those. I actually wanted to do more but ran out of time. Y'all it is HARD to write (almost) 30 days worth of smut that's original and interesting and not repetitive. I hope I did the month and these characters justice. 😅

IT GOES WITHOUT SAYING THAT ALL OF THESE PIECES ARE NSFW; MINORS DNI, PLZ. It also feels important to state that all of these pieces, regardless of content, describe consensual encounters.

I'm using this Kinktober prompt list. Some of these are more like drabbles and others are longer. I also inevitably wind up listening to a song on repeat to help me get into the zone, especially when I'm writing smut, so I've included the song I listened to for each piece if you're interested!

Day 2: Against a Wall - Commander Shran x Fem!Reader

Day 3: Orgasm Control - Glinn Daro x Fem!Reader

Day 5: Praise Kink - Trip Tucker x Fem!Reader

Day 6: Thigh-Riding - Vedek Bareil x Fem!Reader

Day 7: Risky Places - Kimara Cretak x Fem!Reader

Day 9: Naked/Clothed - Soval x Fem!Reader

Day 10: Knife Play - Lon Suder x Fem!Reader

Day 13: Oral - Julian Bashir x GN!Reader

Day 17: Biting - Legate Damar x Fem!Reader

Day 20: Facesitting - Vorik x Fem!Reader

Day 21: Masturbation - Taurik x Fem!Reader

Day 22: Breeding Kink - Gul Dukat x Fem!Reader

Day 23: Bondage/Restraints - Gul Macet x Fem!Reader

Day 24: Dom/Sub Dynamics - Reginald Barclay x GN!Reader

Day 25: Impact Play/Spanking - Vreenak x Fem!Reader

Day 27: Choking/Breathplay - Solok x Fem!Reader

Day 30: Hair Pulling - Letant x Fem!Reader

Day 31: Aftercare - Phlox x Fem!Reader

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Same anon who asked if you write for Glinn Daro. Could I request a drabble where Daro steals a kiss from the reader before departing the Enterprise? Like, maybe he's been attracted to the reader and he knows he'd regret it after if he didn't at least sneak a kiss before leaving??

I absolutely love this idea! Thanks for the suggestion, nonny! I love me some Cardassians, so of course you can. I’m considering writing a companion piece for this from the reader’s p.o.v., but for now, I hope that this meets with your approval! Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Just One

Glinn Daro (ST:TNG) x Reader

Warnings: None, this is fluffy af.

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He noticed the Ensign as soon as he beamed aboard with Gul Macet. There was something about her that sent a little thrill through his neck ridges. Daro felt his lips form a small smile even as his Gul’s words with Captain Picard faded to a buzz in the background. He couldn’t take his eyes from her, even though staring like that was extremely rude. When she saw him looking, she gave him the most angelic smile in return.

That’s when he knew he couldn’t leave without talking to her at the very least. She was...well, perfect. There was tension on the Enterprise, of course, but even that could not dull the attraction he felt towards her. His chance to talk to her wouldn’t come until much later in the voyage, however.

Daro had just been left at the bar by Transporter Chief O’Brien when a light voice came from beside him.

“May I join you, Glinn?” When he looked up, there she was. His mouth went dry and all he could manage was nodding his head and gesturing to the seat beside him. She took it eagerly as he took a sip of his kanar to steady his nerves. “I hope everyone has been treating you alright.”

“Y-Yes, they have. Your civility is...more than we deserve,” Daro stated slowly. “The war was...We should have behaved better.”

“Both sides could have behaved better. That’s what war is: mutual mistreatment for selfish gain,” she said before taking a sip of her own drink. Daro looked at her curiously. This girl wasn’t anything like Cardassians were taught to believe. “If it’s not too personal...may I ask...? Ah, nevermind. It’s silly.”

“I’m certain it’s not,” Daro said placing his hand gently on hers. Once he realized what he’d done, he pulled back as if he’d been burned, but the Ensign didn’t seem bothered by his lack of professional distance. “Please, what were you going to ask?”

She looked at him shyly and her cheeks turned a beautiful shade of pink.

“I was just curious about Cardassia. I was wondering what it’s like, but I realize that’s none of my business.” Her words made him smile. She was curious about his home? Well, Daro was more than happy to satisfy that curiosity.

“Cardassia is warm and dry,” he started and her face lit up. The mere sight made Daro feel delighted that he could provoke such a reaction with just a few words. He regaled her with a few modest stories of his home, each demonstrating the beauty of the planet and some aspect of his people’s culture. All too soon, Gul Macet was ordering him and Glinn Telle to the transporter room so they could return to the Trager. Daro and the Ensign had been in Ten Forward for hours chatting by that point. He’d even managed to pull a few stories from her about her home by the time all was said and done.

“May I escort you back to the transporter room?” The Ensign asked when Daro got the call. He stood and offered her his arm.

“I would be honored,” he said with a smile. The two of them walked to the turbolift in no particular rush. Moments into the lift ride, however, Daro knew he couldn’t let this end without doing the thing he had wanted to do since he saw her. “Computer, halt turbolift.”

She looked at him curiously as he caught her hands softly in his and stood facing her.

“If what I’m about to do is out of line, I apologize profusely, but...if I didn’t take this chance, I’d regret it for the rest of my life.” Cupping her cheek so gently, Daro leaned in and pressed his lips gently against hers. She tensed up initially, and he thought for a moment that he’d made a grave error.

But then she just...melted into his arms. The Ensign kissed him back and it was everything he could have ever hoped for. What he didn’t know was that she’d wanted this kiss just as much as he had.

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18+ / NSFW / Smut pieces marked with 🔥

Star Trek Works:

New Arrival [Odo (ST:DS9) x Fem!Reader]

Devotion & Diplomacy [Daro (ST:TNG) x OFC] Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX 🔥

Diel [Taurik (ST:TNG) x Fem!Reader]

Warm Welcome [Neelix (ST:VOY) x GN!Reader]

Eaha’le [Senator Kimara Cretak (ST:DS9) x GN!Reader]

What Happens on Risa [Gul Macet (ST:TNG) x Fem!Reader] 🔥

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December Drabbles [All Characters, currently updating]

Mayans MC Works:

The Boyfriend [Taza Romero x Fem!Reader] Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

Bruises [Nestor Oceteva X Fem!Reader] | Part I | Part II

Hair [Nestor Oceteva x Reader] (Drabble)

Hoodie [Coco Cruz x Fem!Reader] (Drabble)

It’s Easy [Nestor Oceteva x Fem!Reader]

June Drabbles [All Characters, unfinished]

Los Guardianes [Nestor Oceteva x Fem!Reader] Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII

Mayans Take Their Kids Trick-or-Treating | Headcanon

Nightmare [Taza Romero x Fem!Reader]

PTA [Creeper Vargas x Reader]

Safety [Nestor Oceteva x Reader]

Show Off [Angel Reyes x Fem!Reader]

Softer [Hank Loza x Reader]

Study Buddy [Coco Cruz x Reader]

Sugar [Miguel Galindo x Fem!Reader] 🔥

Suspension [Gilly Lopez x Fem!Reader]

Together [Bishop Losa x Fem!Reader]

Undone [Nestor Oceteva x Fem!Reader] 🔥

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Ache [Juice Ortiz x Reader]

Assumptions [Chibs Telford x Fem!Reader] 🔥

The Dream [Chibs Telford x Fem!Reader] 🔥

Memories [Bobby Munson x Reader]

Rough Night [Tig Trager x Fem!Reader] 🔥

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Hello! I hope you are doing well today ☺️ I would love a Gul Macet fic 👀 maybe he meets an lt on the enterprise and it can go from there? Fluff or otherwise, I can also give more detail if needed i don't think I've seen a fic for him yet so 😂

Ooooh! I love the sound of this! The most undignified sound just came out of my mouth when I read what character this was for. I hope you're doing well today too!! And thank you for the request! I hope I can do it justice! (Sorry this took so long. The prompt sort of ran away with me lol.) Cross posted to AO3 here.

If anyone wants to be added to my taglist or wants to submit a fic request, my ask box is always open! If you want to know whether I write for a certain character, have a look here. If the character you want isn't on the list, I probably just forgot to add them, so please feel free to ask.

This is the first installment of “The Trager’s Gul” - a series about Gul Macet. Links to the rest of the series can be found below.

Risa Is For Lovers

Mesmerized

The Cove

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Peace Talks And Other Diversions

Gul Macet (ST:TNG) x Reader

[A/N: I don't really have any notes but! Cardassians! :3 ]

Warnings: Mentions of battles? Cardassians engage in a bit of posturing when they flirt, so...posturing as flirting??? Little hint of spice. Just a tad implied. Also Data is Data...

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A week of travel along the Cardassian border saw the Enterprise meeting up with a ship we’d seen once before. The Cardassian ship Trager under the command of Gul Macet was holding position with us as a delegation of officers transported over for the latest in a series of peace talks. There was already a treaty between the Federation and Cardassia, but some of the finer points were still under review by both sides. Given that Captain Picard was one of the Federation’s best diplomats, it made sense for him to be given this assignment.

In Starfleet formal wear, the Captain, Commander Riker, and Counselor Troi all stood in the transporter room awaiting the signal from the Trager. Standing behind the transporter controls, Mr. O'Brien and I worked side by side on a final check of the transporter system. He could have done it himself, but he knew I was curious about the Cardassians. The Captain did raise an eyebrow when he saw me, but offered neither comment nor question when he saw I was in the appropriate formal uniform. After a few minutes, we received a message from the Trager stating that Gul Macet and his party were ready for transport. Moving out of the Chief's way, he beamed the delegation aboard. When the Cardassians materialized, my eyes fell immediately to the one in the center. All three of them were impressive, but there was something different about him.

"Gul Macet, it's a pleasure to have you aboard the Enterprise again, especially since these are much happier circumstances than our last meeting," the Captain said extending his hand in greeting to the very Cardassian I had been fascinated by only a moment before.

"Indeed, Captain, I'm glad that we are no longer under the threat of imminent combat. Perhaps this time, we shall be able to take a bit more time to get to know each other," the Gul said grasping the Captain's hand cordially.

"You remember my first officer, Commander Riker, and my ship's counselor, Deanna Troi," the Captain said, and the Gul greeted them both with a polite nod of his head. "And my transporter chief, Miles O'Brien, of course."

The Gul gave him a respectful nod and let his eyes slide to me, obviously expecting an introduction. As I wasn't meant to be there in the first place, however, the Captain provided none.

"You'll remember my aides, Glinns Daro and Telle," he said as the two men stepped forward. After the Captain had greeted them both, Gul Macet stepped over to stand on the other side of the transporter controls directly in front of me. "And who might you be, my dear?"

"Lieutenant (y/f/n) (y/l/n)," I answered with a polite smile. The Gul took a cue from our own Captain and held out his hand to me in greeting. I took it in my grasp and noted the small smile that stretched across his lips. "Welcome back to the Enterprise, sir."

"Thank you, Lieutenant." Macet smiled just a little wider before the Captain spoke up.

"Gul Macet, my senior staff and I have arranged a formal dinner in honor of your presence on the Enterprise and participation in these diplomatic talks," the Captain said in his most official tone. The Gul nodded his head and turned back to me.

"I trust you'll be attending as well, Lieutenant?" At the Cardassian's question, I could do no more than blink owlishly. I hadn't been invited, but I also didn't want to risk disappointing a diplomat.

"If you desire her attendance, then, of course, the Lieutenant will be there," the Captain said after a moment, ending my internal struggle.

"Excellent. I look forward to the pleasure of your company this evening," he said with a little wink. "Now, I think it is time for me to get my mind off of recreation and back to business."

"Of course. Commander Riker will show you to the conference room," the Captain said, and soon the transporter room was empty save myself and O'Brien.

"Well, yeh were curious about the Cardassians. Looks like you'll get teh observe 'em closer than yeh thought," the Chief said with a smile. "Better you than me."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," I deadpanned before heading off to complete the rest of my duty shift.

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Later that evening, I donned my formal uniform once more and made my way to Ten Forward where tonight's dinner would be held. I hesitated in front of the door for a moment, wondering if I should have delicately declined.

"It is normal to be nervous, Lieutenant," a cool voice called out, and I turned to see Data a few feet from me. "I am correct about your current emotional response, am I not? Your hesitation suggests that you are preoccupied."

"Yes, Data, you're correct. I've been to formal events before, but none that I wasn't originally invited to. I suppose I...feel a bit like I'm intruding where I don't belong," I said hoping that I was explaining myself well.

"You are not intruding. The Captain would not have extended an invitation to you at all if he truly felt you did not belong," Data said analytically. After a momentary pause, he placed what I assumed was meant to be a comforting hand on my shoulder, then headed inside himself. I took a deep breath and straightened up before going inside.

Servers were mingling with crew members as they offered the contents of their trays - at the moment that appeared to be liquid refreshments. I snagged a glass of a syrupy liquid from a passing server with murmured gratitude. This must be Cardassian kanar. Moving to a quiet corner, I observed the mix of senior staff and Cardassian guests with interest. There certainly was a fascinating contrast between our two crews. I could see now more than ever why Data enjoyed observing social interactions from the sidelines as he was doing tonight.

"Ah, here you are. I was beginning to believe that you weren't coming after all," a familiar voice called from a small cluster of people near the starboard window. Turning to see who was receiving such a joyful greeting, I found Gul Macet's eyes fixed on me. Beside him, the Captain raised an eyebrow, but excused himself to go mingle with one of the Glinns. As I began to approach the Gul, a smile stretched his lips. "May I say that of all the guests present tonight, you are by far the loveliest."

My cheeks heated up at his words, and I took a reflexive sip of my drink as I searched for the right words. Bad decision. The kanar was surprisingly strong - it nearly brought tears to my eyes.

"Th-That's very kind of you, Gul," I said as I struggled to hold back a cough. I tried to make it look as though I wasn't having trouble, but from the amused gleam in the Gul's eyes, it's safe to say I wasn't doing well.

"Call me Akellan. I assume this is your first time drinking kanar?" He asked offering me a gentle smile.

"Yes, it is. I-I didn't think it would be quite so strong," I said clearing my throat as quietly as I could manage. He let out a small chuckle.

"It does take some getting used to. It is rather an acquired taste. Your Earth drink...champagne, I believe? That was equally surprising for me. The bubbles add an...intriguing sensation," he said gesturing to his own flute. I appreciated his effort to make me feel more at ease, but before I could say so, the head server entered and announced that dinner would be served. "I wonder if you would do me the honor of sitting with me, Lieutenant? If you have arrangements already, I understand, but if not, I would very much enjoy the pleasure of your beautiful company."

"The honor would be mine, Gul," I said, and he raised a hand.

"Excellent, but please, call me Akellan," he said before offering me his arm. With a confirming nod, I placed my hand on his arm and allowed him to lead me to the table. "May I call you (y/f/n), Lieutenant?"

Since he was again within earshot, the Captain gave me a look of what I interpreted as amused surprise.

"Of course you may," I answered as we both took our seats. Deanna was seated directly across from me, and she gave me a rather knowing smile. Given her empathic abilities, she was no doubt able to sense my curiosity and attraction toward Gu- Akellan. Akellan. He told me to call him Akellan. I had to remember that. The servers got to work ensuring we all received food, and they got a resounding 'thank you' from all parties involved. A few minutes into our meal, conversation was flowing easily.

"Gul Macet, I hope you're enjoying this visit to the Enterprise better than your last," Counselor Troi commented, and without missing a beat, Akellan nodded his head and glanced between myself and Deanna.

"Oh, undoubtedly. The view is much more attractive than before," he said turning to me and tossing me a wink. I averted my gaze with a shy smile and noticed Data looking rather confused. He looked to Commander Riker who was taking a sip of his drink.

"Sir, as the foremost expert present on human and interspecies mating rituals-" Riker nearly spat out his drink and his eyes widened. "-would I be correct in assuming Gul Macet's statement to be a flirtatious one?" Deanna tried very hard to hide her smile as she patted Riker on the back to ease his coughing. Riker's cheeks were bright red as he struggled for words, but he was saved by an amused laugh from the Cardassian next to me.

"Ah, I see. Well, you and my cousin Skrain have something in common then, Commander," Akellan said with a bright smile. "He's a bit of a...oh, what do you call it in your language?"

"A ladies' man?" I suggested, and Macet placed a gentle hand on my arm.

"Yes, indeed. A ladies' man. Thank you, my dear," he said, and Data still looked a little confused. "To answer your question, Mister Data, yes. My comment was meant to be flirtatious. The Lieutenant is a rather beautiful young woman. Surely you can't blame a man for enjoying the company of a lovely lady. In fact, I rather think that pleasant social interaction was the point of this event between our people."

"It is, sir. I meant no offense. I am intrigued by social interactions and study them whenever possible," Data said with an innocent sort of frankness. He'd always been so kind to me, and I know he truly hadn't intended for his words to cause any problems.

"Then I hope we will prove to be worthwhile subjects," Akellan said before someone changed the subject to the peace talks. The rest of the meal passed without anything of consequence transpiring, and when a few members of the Enterprise crew and some of Gul Macet's officers began to retire for the evening, I stood to take my leave as well. The Gul stood as well and offered me his hand. "May I escort you back to your quarters, my dear?"

"O-Oh, I couldn't possibly inconvenience you like that-"

"Indeed you couldn't, for the simple reason that it would be no inconvenience at all. It would be my honor," he said with an encouraging smile. In full sight of the Captain and the senior staff, I placed my hand in the Gul's. We bade the remaining officers a good night and made our way to the turbolift. When the door slid closed, Gul Macet turned to me and stepped closer. “Your fellow officers were jealous of me, especially Commander Riker. The look he gave me as we left was positively feral.”

“I highly doubt that. He and the Counselor are sort of an item-”

“Would it surprise you to know that I am jealous of the rest of your crew?” Akellan asked in a quiet, serious voice. I could do no more than blink in surprise. “It’s true. They get to be around you and work with you every day. They get so much time with you...yet mine is limited.”

Taking a chance, I placed my hands on the chest plate of his armor and stepped closer, hoping that I wasn’t reading all this wrong.

“Then we’ll just have to make the most of the time that we do have,” I responded quietly, and the slow smile that crossed his thin lips was all the warning I got before he leaned in and kissed me.