#gul macet x reader fic

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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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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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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.

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.

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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.