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warsofasoiaf · 1 year

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May be a weird question but I love your write ups: what do you think of Weyoun from DS9? He's probably one of my favourite Star Trek characters in any series (it can be annoying for me rewatching the series cos I want him to show up sooner lol)

I think Weyoun was an excellent character played remarkably well by Jeff Combs. The combination of calm ruthlessness and comedic moments made him a memorable character, and his on-screen chemistry with Dukat and Sisko made him a great antagonist.

The first Weyoun we meet, Weyoun 4, emphasizes much of the negative aspects of the Vorta. Much like his Founder makers, Weyoun was ultimately dismissive of his lessers as mere tools; he sees the Jem'Hadar as disposable assets that must be addicted to ketracel-white to ensure their compliance. He despises the ritual to dispense the white and performs it in a perfunctory manner, not bothering to hide his contempt for it. He believed that the Jem'Hadar needed to be addicted to the white, otherwise they would be entirely disloyal. His overtures to the Federation likewise inspired no confidence, Sisko saw him as a scheming and untrustworthy figure undeserving of his command. His contempt for the Jem'Hadar likewise earned contempt from First Omet'iklan, who was disgusted with the Vorta and ended up killing Weyoun 4 over doubting his loyalty to the Founders. This gave viewers a stark insight into the other races of the Dominion - and a look into Dominion culture one rung down the ladder. It's no surprise that the Dominion, a culture that values obedience and so disregards individual dignity that they craft entire slave races to carry out their will, would have their individual subservient races likewise express that same disregard for each other.

Weyoun returns as Weyoun 5, and here, we see a slightly different, more amiable Weyoun. This is the Weyoun that delightedly screams "Dabo!" when he wins in Quark's bar, and trollishly drinks the heavily-poisoned kanar right in front of Sisko and Dukat. This is also the Weyoun that tries to learn about Ziyal's painting, as the accomplishment clearly matters greatly to Dukat and he seeks Kira's help to appreciate why the painting was good. Weyoun 5 even gets introspective, wondering why he doesn't have a sense of aesthetics to appreciate Ziyal's paintings. This is a low-key method of reinforcing the horror that is the Founders. The genetic addiction of the Jem'Hadar is certainly one thing that is horrible, but destroying the Vorta sense of aesthetics means the Vorta cannot use art to reflect a lens into their culture, it means they they've been bred to gain no pleasure save through serving the Founders (Weyoun 6 even remarks that he doesn't really have a sense of taste, save an appreciation for certain foods for a possibly apocryphal story). Ultimately, however, Weyoun 5 is a loyal servant of the Founders, and his unfailing politeness puts a nice mask on their genocidal goals. Weyoun 5 is also a terrible diplomat - constantly misreading Sisko, Kira, Odo, the Female Changeling. About the only person he can successfully manipulate is Dukat, who is deeply susceptible to flattery (and who secretly hates him, and in turn Weyoun always thought of Dukat as an arrogant idiot and stealth insults him at every opportunity). He pushes Damar to the point where the Cardassian secretly has him killed, even as drunk and directionless as he was as the puppet Legate of the Cardassian Union. However, his constant attempts to ingratiate himself with Sisko (and Jeff Combs's excellent acting) keep him a delight on the screen.

Weyoun 6, however, really takes the introspective of Weyoun 5 and runs with it. Weyoun 6 may only be around for one episode, but Treachery, Faith, and the Great River is an excellent episode that explores what it means to be loyal, to be a traitor, and to have faith. Weyoun 6 sees the Dominion War as counter to the very interests of the Dominion of itself, as an immoral crusade. Yet Weyoun 6 doesn't see himself as disloyal - he simply sees that the war will lead to consequences that end up harming the Founders more than it helps them. In his mind, the only way to be faithful to the Founders is to be loyal to the Founder that opposes the war - Odo. There's a lot of powerful thematic work at play in this episode, from patriots who protest their country's actions to religious schismatics who protest the religious hierarchy as deviating from the true faith. Odo has always struggled with faith, both because he is a skeptical man by nature and because the scope of the Founder's genetic slavery into making the Jem'Hadar and Vorta worship them as if they were gods makes him deeply uncomfortable. Yet when Odo and Weyoun 6 are trapped (and Weyoun 7 willing to murder Odo on behalf of their dying gods), Weyoun 6 sacrifices himself to spare Odo, his faith in Odo permitting him to act with bravery. Odo, still uncomfortable, blesses Weyoun, to give him what manner of peace he can. Odo may not understand faith, but his experiences with Kira have taught him empathy and consideration, and that others have faith even if he doesn't. He may not feel like a god, but he can bless the supplicant who hopes for some comfort before his death. Combs really showed his range in this episode, showcasing Weyoun's zeal not only in polite affectation and a callous smugness, but a sincere and hopeful one, a positive dimension of faith.

Weyoun 7 and 8 don't have any of Weyoun 5's introspection or Weyouns 6's fear. They're zealous senior administrators of the Dominoin, determined to win the war even as they must give ground. Damar lambasts Weyoun 7 that "Overconfidence is a hallmark of the Weyouns" and he's not wrong. Weyoun 5 was always confident he could win Sisko over, Weyoun 7 was confident he could taunt Ezri Dax in interrogation, even Weyoun 6 was confident he could defect (although in his case, the very threat of death meant he had to take a risky gamble to escape). The loss of Weyoun's more humorous aspects showcase the added pressure that the Dominion is under, forcing them to seek out the Breen to even the playing field. Whereas Weyoun before could actually be quite funny, these Weyouns are more often than not frazzled, killed by Worf, mocked by Damar, and undercut by the Female Changeling. Gone are the fun jokes, now it's Weyoun taking pleasure in committing genocide against the Cardassian and relishing the murder of the puppet Legate Broca for possible disloyalty. The Female Changeling says that Weyoun is the only solid she could depend on to Weyoun 8 (even when before she said that she only didn't kill him because the Cardassians destroyed the cloning facility on Rondak), and it's clear why; Weyoun 8 harbored no thoughts other than the execution of whatever the Founder asked, no matter how brutal, no matter how pointless. Weyoun 5 stepped beyond his station when he commented that the Female Changeling manipulated Odo, and Weyoun 7 was careless, only Weyoun 8 could get this ignoble praise. Whereas Weyoun 6 received his blessing in comfort, Weyoun 8 is the blessing of nothing less than a demon for being able to commit such atrocities. The Weyoun line ends at the hands of Garak, as the heavy-handed actions of the Changeling, enacted through Weyoun, create exactly what Weyoun 6 predicted! He said that the Dominion War would only engender hostility amongst the solids - and he was right. Their habitual untrustworthiness led even powers with non-aggression treaties to fight against them, like the Romulans and the Bajorans. Goading Damar only led him to rebel, distracting the Founders when they had the perfect opportunity to attack the Romulans and the Federation. As an antagonist, Weyoun was perfect in his role, fun to have on screen, to laugh at his presence and want his smug teeth kicked in at the same time.

Ultimately, I think the best credit we can give to Weyoun is that the DS9 writers so loved Jeff Combs's portrayal in To The Death that they wrote cloning as an aspect of the Vorta just so they could bring him back. That is a true testament to quality, that the writers will concoct an entire worldbuilding reason just to bring the character back. And to the writers' credit, cloning worked very well with the Vorta. Similarly, the writers said that Combs's acting made it hard to cast other Vorta, because according to Ira Steven Behr: "It's really tough to find actors who can play the many colors that he [Combs] gives it." When you play the part so perfectly that they come calling for you, and when you set the bar that high that it becomes hard to follow you, that is true craft.

Thanks for the question, Uncle.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

#star trek #ds9 #vorta #weyoun

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attiredpan · 2 years

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What kind of drivers the DS9 crew are

(Ft. My oc Amy)

Benjamin: Responsible Driver. Always gets there on time. Good choice of tunes or talks about cooking.

Kira: My Mother™️. Type of person to complain about that random mf who pulled out in front instead of waiting. You feel like she’s driving too fast, but she’s only going like 10 over the speed limit.

Jadzia: Chaos Incarnate. How does she still have a license, no one knows. Never been pulled over despite number of times she’s done 30 more over.

Ezri: Anxiety Driver. So much Hesitation™️. Honey, you can go now. Sweetest baby. Driving like 20 under. Worry™️.

Worf: We Will Be Early. The two hours early guy. So much coffee. Up hours before the crack of dawn. How does he function? Ratkajino.

Odo: Is The Car

Julian and Garak: The Teenage Girls. Music all the way up, screaming, windows all down. Takes the wrong turns but somehow gets there earlier.

Miles: Chill Driver. Gets there. No fucks to give, too tired. Had a gallon of whiskey spiked coffee on board. Irish shanties

Nog: We’ll Live™️. Doesn’t matter how we get there, we’ll be an hour early. King of Heart Attack Causation.

Jake: Chill with Chaos. Also doesn’t matter how we get there, we are going to get there. Will floor it through the four way intersection to beat the red light.

Amy: Quiet Driver. Always let’s people go before her. Cleanest record ever. The story of how she got her license is one that would make the Pah-Wraiths tremble at her feet. Only speeds on known empty roads and highways. So many backroads, where did she find them?!

Weyoun: My Dad™️. Relatively chill, probably fashionably late.

Damar: Coffee? No, that specific bottle of liquid black licorice called kanar. The car is so fucking clean.

Quark: Starbucks™️. There’s so many goddamn air fresheners, it gives you a headache. Why does the car look like most of his suites? No one knows how or why.

Dukat and Kai Winn: on the Do Not Drive List.

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crowfootwrites · 5 months

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Devotion & Diplomacy - Part VI

REEEEE, I have been so ✨ s t o k e d ✨ to share this chapter, because I just love Emrys and Daro together so much. There's lots of Cardassian language in this chapter, so the translation guide can be found at the end! And of course, all credit goes to @cardassianlanguage and @tinsnip for their amazing work on Cardassian linguistics - for this chapter in particular, I heavily relied on their Kardasi/English dictionary to create Daro's names for Emrys, as well as @tinsnip's Speculative Cardassian Reproductive Xenobiology because, well, smut.

Tagging my usuals: @horta-in-charge, @starrynightgardens, @sleepycat82, @vreenak, and @deepspacedukat 😘

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ on this chapter, bois, 'cause it's almost all smut 😅: inter-species sex (sex involving Cardassian genitals), oral sex, vaginal fingering, PIV smut, unprotected sex; generally fluffy, sweet, sweet loving | Words: ~3,775

For a moment, Emrys fell through space, her mind whirling in the unknown as she waited for Daro to respond – but it was only the briefest moment before Daro was kissing her back, his hand slipping from her cheek into her hair as his other arm wrapped firmly around her. Emrys’ fingers trailed along the ridges and edges of his armor, deftly finding the soft fabric of his shirt beneath his chest plate and grasping on for dear life.

She couldn't help the little sigh that escaped her as Daro pulled back to brush his lips lightly over hers, the prominent ridge along his nose caressing her cheekbone as he placed a delicate kiss just below her ear. Emrys' head tipped back against the palm of his hand still wound in her hair, gazing at him with hooded eyes.

She couldn't recall the last time she felt this flustered, and the need to explore this with Daro tugged at her resolutely. Nervousness prickled like needles along her limbs.

"Is-," Emrys cleared her throat as her voice cracked, beginning again. "Is this something that you want?"

Daro laughed quietly, the warmth of his breath fanning across the miniscule distance between them.

"I have wanted this since you attempted to intervene on my behalf with Chief O'Brien in that turbolift," he murmured. The ridges around his eyes furrowed slightly. "You have been so kind, so welcoming, from the very beginning. It is… not what we were taught to expect from the Federation." He paused, pressing his forehead gently to hers. "Spending time with you has been a most… enlightening experience."

Emrys felt the press of heat in her cheeks that usually heralded tears – it was the nicest thing anyone had said to her in a very long time. She slid a hand from Daro's side along his back beneath his chest plate, watching him shudder slightly as she did.

"I find myself very eager to continue this," he muttered, the hand tangled in her hair tightening just a bit. "But-," he added, and Emrys groaned.

He chuckled, pressing his lips against the crown of her head.

"You just told me you haven't eaten since breakfast, and I did invite you here for dinner, so I would be remiss if I did not feed you sooner rather than later."

He stepped back from her slowly, looking as though he'd never wanted to do anything less. Grasping one of her hands, he led her to the small kitchen table, and gestured for her to sit.

"What can I get you to drink?" he asked as he stepped over to the replicator. The kitchen was truly tiny, with limited counter space that was already cluttered with fruit Emrys recognized as native to Cardassia, and a series of mismatched glass bottles full of colorful liquids.

"Kanar?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

Daro looked at her in surprise. "You've had it before?"

Emrys shook her head. "When in Rome, though," she said with a shrug.

Daro looked confused and Emrys laughed, waving her hand dismissively. "If I'm going to try it for the first time, I'm happy to do so with you."

The glinn smiled to himself and replicated two glasses of kanar, handing her one before taking a sip of his own. He eyed her carefully as she took a sip, almost immediately sputtering as the alcohol burned in her throat.

Emrys was caught somewhere between coughing and laughter as her nostrils stung. She looked up to see Daro trying to hide his amusement.

"That is… potent," Emrys croaked.

"It takes some getting used to," he replied rather cheerfully.

He set his glass on the counter and began unbuckling his chest plate, revealing a soft brown undershirt as he pulled the armor over his head and moved to set it on the desk chair in the main room.

Emrys allowed her eyes to follow him, biting her lip at the way his shirt fit comfortably across his shoulders, snug enough to show the ridges that ran the length of his neck and shoulders.

"I just realized I've never seen you without your armor on," Emrys commented and Daro glanced at her in surprise.

"Do you find it strange?"

Emrys shook her head. "I find it… very appealing,” she said meaningfully, and bit her lip as a flush of cobalt blue colored his chufa and a pair of scales on his neck.

He regarded her from his place beside his desk, eagerness and hunger rampaging in his stare. Heat pooled in Emrys’ belly as she held his gaze. She watched as Daro took a deep breath to center himself, loosening his shoulders and lifting his chin, breaking the intensity of the moment.

A small smile played over his lips as he returned to the kitchen and stood before the replicator again. “As it so happens, Emrys, I am very much looking forward to seeing you out of uniform as well.” With his back to her, he couldn’t see her grin.

Eager to share some of his favorite foods with Emrys, Daro replicated them plates of sem'hal stew with yamok sauce and meat rolls. An undercurrent of flirtation ebbed between them, every word and glance shared colored with want.

Daro was enchanted by her delighted exclamations as she tried her food and the way her peals of laughter danced around him as he told her stories of his childhood. With a great clenching in his chest, he realized how much he wanted to always hear that sound in a home of his own, how fitting it felt to have a mate who enjoyed his company and found him charming. Not that she was his mate, he reminded himself sternly. He wasn't even certain how that would work, given the differences in their background and careers, and she might not even want that with him. But he found himself hoping anyway.

Emrys found herself more comfortable than she had been in a very long time. She had no home of her own, so to speak, with a job that sent her across the Alpha Quadrant almost constantly. She could see friends, of course, as she had during her brief stay on the Enterprise, or by taking brief trips to space stations or Golana or Risa. Sometimes Earth if she was lucky. But she was never really home. Daro’s home, on the other hand, was cozy and pleasant, completely reflecting Daro himself.

Emrys giggled behind her kanar glass as Daro explained why Gul Macet and his cousin, Gul Dukat, were on such poor terms with one another, something Emrys had been wondering since Macet had brushed off her question aboard the Enterprise.

When Daro rose to clear the table, Emrys put a hand on his forearm and stood. “Please, let me. You’ve been an excellent host, the least I can do is clear the dishes.”

Daro moved to protest, but Emrys was quicker, sweeping the plates up and moving them to the replicator to be recycled. As she turned back around, she found Daro leaning casually against the counter, studying her.

She raised an eyebrow playfully. “See something you like, Glinn?”

“Without question,” he replied seriously, offering his hand. She stepped toward him and placed her hand in his as he pulled her close. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest as his hands slid down her sides, coming to rest on her hips. As her fingers slipped under the fabric of his shirt, caressing the smooth scales along his torso, Daro captured her mouth with his, a groan bubbling up in his throat.

His tongue traced along the seam of her lips and Emrys welcomed him in, a pleased hum caught in her chest. She crowded him, pressing her body against his desperately, as though he could consume her entirely. Goosebumps prickled along the length of her arms at the thought. One of Daro’s hands surged upward to cradle her head, tilting it back languidly as his lips skated downward, quickly finding the places that sent shivers crawling up her spine.

She gasped as Daro’s mouth worked at the sensitive spot just below her ear, her fingers pressing more urgently into his skin. Heat built between them, a fervor that Emrys knew could swallow her whole. Daro shifted slightly, one of his knees spreading Emrys' thighs. At the sound of her pleased sigh, his hands began an eager ascent, capturing the zipper of her uniform jacket and tugging it down until she could slip out of it. She let it fall to the floor, then slid her hands up Daro’s side, pushing his undershirt up to expose the stunning pattern of scales along his sides and across his chest. He tugged it quickly over his head, revealing the ridges that spanned his shoulders and trailed up the sides of his neck. He tossed the shirt away hurriedly, as though he couldn’t bear to be parted from her for long.

Emrys dragged her fingers teasingly up his chest, circling the blue-tinged spoon formation there and pulling a heated moan from Daro as he pressed his forehead against hers.

“I need to see you,” he begged, thumbing the hem of her undershirt. “Please, irc’lin, I want to see all of you.”

Locked so closely against him, she felt the hard ridge of his length nudging insistently against her. Emrys couldn’t help the whimper that slipped between her lips as his thigh clenched, desire sparking to life fully between her legs. Practically ripping her shirt in her haste to get it off, she watched Daro’s eyes as they raked over her form.

He swallowed hard, a cautious hand rising to cup her breast, his fingers tracing slowly over the delicate lace of her bra. As the pad of his thumb brushed over her nipple, she exhaled hard, her fingers grasping at the waistband of his pants. Her eyes met his, the hunger there new and intoxicating. Emrys was so used to the gentle, thoughtful Daro; and while those characteristics were the reason she was even in his home with her top off, and while those traits certainly remained in that moment, it was captivating to see him so overtaken by his desire – a twin to her own.

He tilted his head to the side, motioning toward the room with the open door beyond them, before cupping her face in his palms and pulling her in for another slow, deliberate kiss. He moved her easily, guiding them away from the kitchen counter and toward what Emrys assumed to be his bedroom, their lips breaking apart only to steal quick pants of air before diving into one another again.

Emrys gasped when the backs of her legs hit his bed, and he used their momentum to lower her slowly onto her back, watching her intently. He fumbled slightly with the fastening on her pants, refusing to take his eyes off her, in love with the way her flushed chest heaved on the bed before him. Admiring the way her dark hair spread around her head like the corona of the Cardassian sun. As he finally managed to unfasten her pants and began to slip them down the length of her pale legs, she propped herself up on her elbows, her hooded eyes home to a heady stare that made his Cho’Ch jump. He slipped his palms along her soft skin, leading the way with greedy kisses and nips, worrying her skin between his teeth as she groaned above him, squirming impatiently.

He hesitated as his lips reached the apex of her thighs, breathing in her scent, and brushing his thumb lightly over the lace that covered her sex. She shuddered above him, her eyes closing in pleasure. Emboldened, he slipped the fabric to the side, allowing his fingers to skim delicately around her soaked folds. The vision of Emrys panting and whimpering atop his bed, at the execution of fingers he’d only just begun to use, sent a wave of possessiveness and adoration clamoring through him. In that moment, despite his desire to go slow and be tender with his fragile little Human, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back. He would give anything to please her. He glanced up at her, a hint of worry in his gaze.

“I’ve never done this with a Human woman before,” he murmured, massaging the flesh of her thighs even in his insecurity. With a soft smile, she leaned onto one elbow, her other hand stretched to caress his chufa.

“I wouldn’t have guessed based on how you’re doing so far,” she breathed. “We can teach each other.”

She pushed herself into a seated position, with Daro still kneeling between her legs. She reached behind her back and with a quick flick of her wrist, pulled her bra off and tossed it to the floor. Daro groaned at the sight of her pale breasts, his Cho’Ch painfully hard in his pants. Hands still kneading at her thighs, he watched for her reaction as he took a pink nipple into his slick mouth. He teased and tested, letting it pebble against his tongue as Emrys’ head fell back and short pants slipped between her parted lips. While she was distracted, his fingers dipped below the waistband of her panties and worked them down her legs.

When he glanced back up at her, she was already looking at him, her eyes slightly unfocused, her cheeks flushed, her lips rosy and kiss-swollen. His gentle, stunning mate. His.

It took her a moment to find her voice and when she spoke it was in a whisper - “H-human men usually use their fingers and their mouths to prepare women to take them…”

Raw hunger gleamed in his eyes as he gently pushed her back to recline against his sheets again, pressing a soft kiss to her sex before flicking his tongue between her folds, collecting the dampness gathered there. The taste of her had his Cho’Ch twitching again. Without stopping his exploration of her cunt, he used a hand to unfasten his pants, freeing his everted length and grasping at his irllun with a tight fist.

Daro noticed the way Emrys’ hips jerked whenever his tongue swept over a small bump near the top of her slit and focused his attention there, eager to hear more of the wanton sounds pouring from her mouth. He felt her tensing as he fixated on that spot, and responded by pressing a gentle finger below his tongue, pushing into the damp heat at her center slowly, testing and giving her time to voice any displeasure. None came, her hips lurching until he had to use his forearm to hold them in place. A chorus of yeses and groans of his name rushed around his head as he slid a second digit into her. As she climbed, she threaded her fingers into his hair, grinding her hips against him restlessly. Her taste and scent surrounded him and he buried his fingers deeper, curling them against a spongy spot inside her as he nipped lightly at that delicate bundle above her entrance.

With a shameless cry of Daro’s name, Emrys crested over the edge, shuddering helplessly as aftershocks raked through her, even as she pushed Daro away gently.

“Fuck,” she panted, draped limply across Daro’s bed. Turning her head just slightly to meet Daro’s eyes at the end of the bed, she caught the little smirk he wore and gave him a silent thumbs up before dropping her arm heavily on the bed and laughing breathlessly.

He lingered there, between her legs, even as he rose to his feet. Emrys bit her lip hungrily as his stiff length bobbed, emerging from a scaled slit, the tip of him curving upward to rest against another spoon formation surrounded by slate-colored scales. Emrys’ cunt clenched around nothing as Daro took himself in his hand, studying her greedily.

“Come here,” she urged, lifting an open palm toward him. “Please, I need to feel you.”

Daro exhaled hard before crawling over her on the bed, slipping his fingers between hers and gripping them tightly. His lips found hers again and she mewled at the taste of herself on his tongue. She slipped her free hand down to glide her fingers along his slippery length.

His mouth broke away from hers with a gasp as her warm, small hand caressed him.

“What do you call this in Cardassian?” she whispered against his lips before shifting her attention to the ridges on his neck, specifically the ones she'd seen turn tinged blue earlier, kissing and licking and biting as he groaned fervently above her.

“Ch-Cho’ch,” he choked out, settling his knees before grabbing Emrys by her hips and tugging her closer, draping her thighs over the top of his own, keeping her spread for him. His Cho'Ch was perilously close to her glistening entrance.

Her fingers slid down his length before delicately circling the ring of small scales around the base. Daro shuddered above her, gasping as he dropped forward over her, planting his hands beside her shoulders. He let his head drop and his mouth took up residence beside her ear. As he alternated between grazing his lips along the curve of her ear and giving in to the moans that thrummed in his throat, Emrys’ fingers trailed past the top of his slit to caress the scaled spoon that rested just above it. Daro’s elbows buckled at her touch, growling hungrily.

Although there was delight to be found in Emrys’ leisurely exploration of him, Daro already missed the feeling of her grasping his length, of the steady massage of her fingertips on his irllun. It had been a… not insignificant amount of time since he’d last been sexually involved with anyone, and he was sure that these light, teasing touches would finish him well before he intended. Pulling himself upright, he grasped both of her soft, eager hands and pressed them into the bed above her head, capturing her lips with his as he did so. She whimpered beneath him, her hips rocking, her back arching to press her chest against his, determined to feel him on every part of her.

She pulled back desperately for air, gasping the word “please” against his lips, and the sound of her begging so prettily dissolved whatever restraint he’d managed to hang on to. Fingers digging into the supple flesh of her hips, he buried himself into his mate’s soft heat in one long stroke, her plush walls enveloping his Cho’Ch like nothing he’d ever felt before. He waited for a moment, giving her a chance to adjust, watching as her lips parted in pleasure.

When she tangled her fingers in his hair, tipping her head back and baring her neck to him, he took it as a sign to move, drawing his hips back before hilting himself inside her again. The brush of her folds against his swollen irllun as he nudged himself deeper had him groaning against the delicate skin of her neck. His teeth grazed a spot below her jaw and as he did, a beautiful cry of his name tumbled from her lips. She clenched around him, rolling her hips to meet his as he sank into her again and again.

Chasing the gasps that escaped her whenever he was fully seated, he stopped thrusting, instead grinding his hips against hers, building the friction between his irllun and that sensitive bundle of nerves he’d discovered earlier. She moaned shamelessly, her eyes glazing over as he pushed her toward her peak.

He was following right behind her, pleasure surging in every tensed muscle, every shift of his hips, every call of his name that left her lips. She tightened her grasp around his shoulders, pulling herself up to press her brow against his, rocking against him. He was surrounded by her – her scent, her arms, her soaked core – and the combination sent him barreling towards his peak.

“I-I’m close,” Emrys gasped against his lips, her hips grinding against his with more force now, desperation driving her every move.

“Yes,” Daro growled, wrapping an arm snugly around Emrys, pulling her closer against his chest. “Yes, e’zIra, come for me. You take me so well, my mate.”

Emrys flushed at the term, crying out as she came, galaxies bursting behind her eyelids. Her walls squeezed Daro so tightly he faltered for a moment, a grunt caught in his throat as he barrelled towards his own climax. His gaze met the heat in Emrys’ as his Cho’Ch throbbed. Her lips brushed against his ear, an overstimulated whine heralding her murmured, “make me yours, Daro.”

With a ragged moan, he hastily pressed Emrys onto her back in the sheets again, lurching forward to chase her lips and shield her beneath his broad chest. His hands stilled her hips with bruising force as he came, his length twitching as he spilled inside her. Mine, his mind told him dazedly.

Emrys’ hands splayed across his lower back as he hovered over her and she placed a sweet kiss against his lips, one that made his heart stutter in his chest. She looked so open and content beneath him, a combination of emotions that could be difficult to find in others, given his career and lifestyle.

Shifting his weight onto one of his forearms, he cupped her cheek with his other palm, studying her like she was the most precious mineral in the galaxy. “Irc’lin,” he uttered, pressing his chufa softly against her forehead. He took one last deep breath of her scent before he withdrew from her, resting back on his heels, watching his seed spill from her with a lingering greed. Emrys reached out for him as his own length began to retreat back into his ajan.

“What does that mean?” she asked with a sleepy smile. “Irc’lin?” He moved into her embrace, stretching himself along her side and wrapping her in his arms.

“It’s a bit of a… I believe Humans call them ‘pet names’? It would roughly translate to… ‘my dearest light’.” He seemed almost bashful as he said it, but Emrys’ eyes widened, the warmth in them brimming over.

After a moment, she hummed, burrowing further into his grasp as he ran his fingers lightly up and down her side. “Perhaps I need to find a pet name for you,” she murmured.

“I would like that,” he admitted, though he knew he’d be happy for her to just call him hers. “Though perhaps it can wait until you’re not falling asleep,” he whispered with a smile, peering down to find her eyes already closed.

Translations:

chufa (chuh-fah) - the spoon-shaped formation located on the forehead

irc'lin (eerrsh-leen) - loosely translating to “my dear light”

Cho’Ch (choh-ch) - literally, “spear”; a slang term for penis

irllun (eerl-luhn) - the ring of slightly raised micro-scaling near the base of the penis

e’zIra (ay-zī-rrah) - “love”

ajan (ah-zhan) - the genital slit

#star trek #star trek tng #star trek the next generation #cardassians #glinn daro #glinn daro x oc #glinn daro x fem!oc #daro star trek #i love him your honor #i officially have cardassian brainrot #cardassian smut #star trek fanfiction #star trek fanfic #star trek smut #speculative cardassian reproductive xenobiology

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butterfingersgutterball · 9 months

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I haven’t been loving SNW S2 but I did love the Lower Decks crossover.

One thing I feel weird about is the amount of drinking there is in modern trek. There was a whole bar in DS9 and I feel like we had less drinking per season than there was in Picard S3 & SNW S2. But I could be wrong.

Characters could be in Quarks having a raktajino or root beer or a tea. In Ten Forward Deanna could be having hot chocolate, Worf would get prune juice. Everyone just drinks alcohol now but no one smokes anything. Does anyone have a non-alcoholic drink of choice? Earl Grey, hot? Raktajino? Coffee in a nebula?

Pike is drinking whisky like Demar drank Kanar but we were meant to see that as a problem.

#star trek #ds9 #deep space nine #drinking #alcohol #alcohlism #strange new worlds #st voyager #the next generation #TNG #Picard #lower decks

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HOMESTUCK AND STAR TREK? :O

oh baby this posts gonna be long

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

HS: aradia and sollux. aradia is my favorite forever as my patron troll and sollux is just fun to draw because whys he look like that

ST: all the cardassians in general. garak is the best, im honestly more fascinated with andrew robinson himself and his dedication to the character. also damar who doesnt get much presence until later seasons and gets crushed by actually giving a fuck about his position. i took a shot of kanar (maple syrup) for his honor and it was agony.

dukat is excluded from this because he managed to curse the show into buffering on his face everytime i watched.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

HS: probably the beta kids before playing sburb. theyre all just little kids and best friends forever and it makes me tear up- in pesterquest dave literally talks about jade like shes his girlfriend that goes to a different school. all the kids were more than eager to see eachother in person and it sucks that it happened under the circumstances of.. homestuck

i dont have cuteness aggression for them theyve been through enough :-(

ST: in TNG's the enemy geordi helps out this genuinely pitiful romulan dude thats shaking like a chihuahua and i felt so much for that guy i wish he came back

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

HS: i think people are finally past portraying kanaya as a nothingburger, it was kind of funny 10 years ago that people were falling into her flimsy veil of Perceived Normalcy, like she doesnt regularly bite her friends and wasnt unforgivably delulu about vriska when they were moirails.

truly underrated might be the felt? their designs tickle me

ST: damar? maybe hes got more content now idk. honorable mentions are: keiko obrien, worfs parents (my favorite tng ep), hugh, the cardassian scientists that hit on obrien that one time, lwaxana troi and keevan.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

HS: any of signless' crew. like. we got shafted so hard with the dancestors its crazy. in my wildest dreams psiioniic didnt get utterly crushed by the vast glub and somehow escaped at the ripe age of 2000 sweeps and is now overgrown and too old and ancient for his own good, squatting in solluxs hive. we didnt get much content about how signless did his recruiting- did he just do speeches and demonstrations? did he fuck nasty? i know for sure it wasnt the cringe dialogue they strapped kankri with. same goes for dolorosas life before she raised signless, she should be at the club.

ST: background vulcans. especially in TNG when they just stopped giving a fuck about them, thank god tuvok exists or i wouldve had no incentive at all to actually watch part of VOY.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

HS: equius. its really a special day when a character cant be quantified with a simple archetype like the rest of the trolls. theres something so deeply strange and wrong with him that its captivating, i chalk it up to being the horse guy in a insect body.

hussie also just like, had it out for him at day one. gamzee got beaten to a pulp narratively but equius didnt even get a chance. its sad, and im more interested in what he couldve been rather than someone like eridan or meenah.

ST: kai winn. shes literally an alien white woman and its fantastic. she did her role so good that the poor actress got hatemail, and her insidiousness is just so well done. the final season of ds9 isnt that good but it was fun to see her go off the rails with dukat.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

HS: what do i look like? hussie? in truth when it comes to being a flop i like seeing kanaya flounder. shes weird guys. she is so fucking weird and she doesnt really know because her friends are Weirder. we dont always need her to slay, atleast in my book.

ST: riker. no further notes

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

HS: jake. if he has a deeper character i havent noticed because my eyes glaze over trying to read through this dialogue. he feels like a leftover shitpost character hussie couldnt fit on the dancestors. i havent reread act 6 yet, but i remember such a large chunk being some strange love triangle-square surrounding jake and i did Not Give a Fuck, and salt in the wound was dirk and janes friendship being so fantastic but overshadowed by jakes unceasing sex appeal cursing them.

ST: obrien because it was be a standard episode plot for him, i think hed come out fine

#egg asks #homestuck #star trek

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smowkie · 8 months

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finished my third bingo card from @ficreadingchallenge, woo! thanks again for such a fun challenge 💖

list of fics under the cut

1 pets

like a boat at sea by coffinbirth

Will & his dogs, Hannibal, 926 w, rated teen

summary:

“It’s all right, Harley,” Will murmurs, as the dog peers up at him intently from beneath her heavy brow. “I’m all right. We got all we need, don’t we? Just us.”

2 under the influence

Pass the Kanar by Fanfic_For_The_Void

Garashir, DS9, 6,592 w, rated teen

summary:

After a long day at work, Julian shares a deeply discounted bottle of Kanar with Garak.

3 secret identity

Iron Man: Unavailable, Tony Stark: In Trouble by navaan

Stony, MCU, 40,779 w, rated teen

summary:

After what happened in New York the Avengers with the help of Tony Stark are trying to become more independent. The team has grown together and for Steve Iron Man is a big part of that, although he has some trouble getting along with his employer. Then Steve faces a bit of a mystery when Tony Stark gets kidnapped – and Iron Man, who is supposed to be the man's bodyguard when he's not an Avenger, is nowhere to be found.

4 author's oldest fic

A Friend in Need by AuroraNova

Julian & Jadzia, DS9, 1,833 w, rating teen

summary:

“Drinking alone isn’t any fun.”

5 new author (< 1 year)

Late One Night by uv_DatLakeLady

Sam & Dean, SPN, 666 words, rated gen

summary:

Sam and Dean have a silly chat on a serious matter, while grave-digging.

6 angst

Far From Home by cucumbermoon

Garashir, DS9, 47,041 k, rated teen

summary:

Julian had always longed for adventure. More than that, he’d longed for a desperate adventure, the kind where all the odds were stacked against you, and every step was a struggle, and every breath a victory. He probably would have come to Cardassia even if he hadn’t missed Garak. He hoped that was true. He couldn’t touch it, really, couldn’t scrape the dust away from his thoughts enough to name it, but Garak was different.

7 future AU

call me by the old familiar name by simplyprologue

Garashir, DS9, 40,359 w, rated mature

summary:

Fourteen years after the end of the Dominion War, Bajor and Cardassia are finally poised to enter the United Federation of Planets, together. But when Castellan Garak and Military Minister Kira find the body of Julian Bashir—with a heavily encrypted datarod containing the last fifty years of covert operations by Section 31 in his hand—on the eve of the treaty signing on Deep Space Nine, negotiations fall apart. There is some nuance to it, of course, but what is nuance when your friend’s dead body has been found in a stasis container in Cargo Bay Four? Or, Julian dies in the name of service to the Alpha Quadrant, but does a poor job staying dead. It does get his friends back together in one place, though.

8 secret relationship

Quintessence by mrbarbacarisi

Garashir, DS9, 11,832 w, rated teen

summary:

“So, to recap,” Garak said, “you have a stranger’s soul living inside you that could take over at any minute. It caused you to be in shock for two days, lose time, and then breakdown with a migraine less than an hour ago. And now, we may have to go all the way across the Alpha Quadrant to participate in a religious ceremony to get rid of it.” Julian laughed. “That sounds about right.”

9 holiday fic

The Best Part of Waking Up by entropic_saudade

Wincest, SPN, 799 w, rated mature

summary:

Dean is home for the holidays. Based off the infamous Folgers Christmas commercial from 2009. You know the one.

10 happy ending

Penultimate Rites by ro_moray

Garashir, DS9, 15,975 w, rated teen

summary:

Julian Bashir returns from a five-year mission in the Gamma Quadrant and is greeted by some distressing news from Cardassia Prime. Garak is dying, again—and it seems like there might not be anything he can do about it this time.

11 road trip

running into the sun by kiden

Stony, MCU, 3,267 w, rated teen

summary:

There are other people Steve could ask. Sam or Nat. Even Clint would make more sense. It's not that they aren't friends - they are, they're good friends, hard won, fought for, worked on - it's just weird. They can live together and fight together, but Tony's not so sure a few weeks with just the two of them in a car is a good idea. It's definitely not a smart idea. "Can you repeat that, please?" or: tony and steve go on a nice, soft road trip that brings them closer together.

12 bodyswap

Bodyswap by thisroadsofar (orphan_account)

Wincest, SPN, 130 w, rated mature

summary:

Shortest bodyswap fic ever, pretty sure.

free space

A Civil Death by Regann

Garashir, DS9, 13,896 w, rated teen

summary:

Coincidence brings Garak back to Deep Space Nine where Bashir is determined to save him from an ominous threat, even if he doesn't want to be saved.

13 podfic

[Podfic] Trade-offs by Philosopher_King read by DevilWithABirdDress

Garashir, DS9, ~1 min, rated gen

summary:

Julian reflects on what he has sacrificed to be with Garak.

14 lyric title - listen to the song too!

Love is a Burning Thing by Fanfic_For_The_Void

Garashir, DS9, 2,015 w, rated teen

summary:

After their first night together, Julian wants to make something special for Garak. What could go wrong?

15 werewolf AU

Kindling the Hearth by KandiSheek

Stony, MCU, 2,044 w, rated teen

summary:

Transforming on the new moon can leave werewolves pretty damn sore. Steve is no exception, despite the super soldier serum. So Tony takes it upon himself to keep his boyfriend warm, fed and happy in the aftermath.

16 hurt/comfort

End Racism in the OTW || Trust Fall by treepyful (treeperson)

Garashir, DS9, 13,089 w, rated teen

summary:

So Laurel, how did you spend your shore leave? Oh, you know, just helped hold down the CMO while his terrifying Cardassian husband stabbed him in the chest with a giant skewer – the usual. * A shuttle trip gone awry leaves Ensign Hart and Mr. Garak to tend to a gravely injured Dr. Bashir.

17 BFFs

A Body, In Parts by RocksInMyShoe

Robin & Steve (background Steddie), Stranger Things, 2,096 w, rated gen

summary:

“Hey Steve,” she starts, her eyes brightening as she wiggles her toes. “We made it.” And he sees the relief, palpable in the exhale of her breath. He gently reaches for her ankle and squeezes. He opens his mouth to answer and he- or; Glimpses of Steve (and Robin) learning how to live after the spring break of 1986.

18 vampire AU

The Cure by gladdecease

Garashir, DS9, 1,175 w, rated gen

summary:

"You have two options," the doctor said. "Well, three, but I don't approve of the third option and will probably ask you to reconsider if you choose it."

19 crossover fic

new york, new york by givebackmylifecas

Buddie, 911 & Barisi, SVU, 5,793 w, rated teen

summary:

Eddie turns to look at Buck, squished into the middle seat of the cab and smiles. On Buck’s other side, Chris is pressed to the dirty window, staring out at the city. “You okay?” Buck asks quietly. Eddie nods. “Yeah. Just wish we didn’t have to go to give witness statements on our vacation.” “I feel you,” Buck says, bumping his knee against Eddie’s. “But hey, we’ll wrap this up quickly and then we can go see the Statue of Liberty.” Buck, Eddie, and Chris take a trip to New York and accidentally become witnesses in an SVU case. Helping out the detectives leads Eddie to learn some things about himself and his relationship with Buck.

20 gen fic

One Cube, Two Cube, Red Cube, Blue Cube by Fanfic_For_The_Void

TOS, 1,272 w, rated teen

summary:

It’s lunchtime on the Enterprise, but a member of the bridge crew is missing. A little vignette about colourful food cubes, the dangers of the job, and the taste of home.

21 short fic (<1000 words)

Plant Friends (Or: Garak's Second-Favourite Lunch Companion) by ConceptaDecency

Garak & Keiko (background Garashir), DS9, 585 w, rated teen

summary:

Garak's second-favourite lunch companion grills him about the changes in his relationship with his favourite lunch companion.

22 domestic/curtain fic

Cards on the Table by fictionallemons

Wincest, SPN, 3,385 w, rated mature

summary:

After Jack leaves, it’s just the two of them left in the bunker. Dean realizes what he wants next, and decides to put all his cards on the table at last.

23 unfinished/in progress

Archimedes Snippets by AuroraNova

Garashir, DS9, 2,771 w, rated gen

summary:

Glimpses of Julian and Garak's new life on the USS Archimedes, featuring Starfleet Spouse Garak.

24 multichapter fic

The Book Club is a Lie, and Bashir, a Liar by Cosmo_is_Beink_Melon

Garashir, DS9, 21,928 w, rated teen

summary:

Julian tells a lie. It has unexpected consequences. Garak hears a lie. Lies do not bother a liar. Usually.

#Smowkie talks #summer fic reading bingo #ficreadingchallenge #Garashir #Stony #Wincest

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sshbpodcast · 11 months

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Top 3 Star Trek Deep Space Nine villains

By Ames

We’re still enjoying our stay on Deep Space Nine after a great week of chilling with our favorite DS9 minor and one-off characters last week. This week, there’s a tussle at Quark’s as we’re about to go toe-to-toe with the best villains, antagonists, or general scallywags of the station-bound series. We did it before with our favorite baddies from TOS and from TNG, so who are the biggest bads this time around?

There’s a lot of competition for this one, but some of the picks are obvious because Deep Space Nine just put so much time and effort into making its characters believable, motivated, and always incredibly well developed. So see if your favorite villains match those of hosts of A Star to Steer Her By as you read on below and listen to our banter on this week’s podcast (discussion starts at 1:11:11) which features some bonus, podcast-exclusive picks from guest star James Rossi. Scroll on, my child.

Chris – Bring out the big guns

Kai Winn

Dukat

Garak

Chris is highlighting the heaviest hitters of all of Deep Space Nine, and for good reason! We get the most of these frequently recurring guest stars, and every time we see them, they are consistently compelling and compellingly consistent. From the deliciously acerbic religious leader who serves only herself, to the utterly deluded leader in the Cardassian ranks who is convinced he’s always in the right, to the simple tailor who is capable of some really, really diabolical stuff, these three are examples of how to write naughty characters well.

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Caitlin – Scum of the earth… er, space

Kai Winn

Keevan

Gowron

On Caitlin’s list, we’re going to get some characters who just leave a nasty taste in your mouth, but you’ll keep coming back for seconds. These three are just slimy individuals who commit some really atrocious things and all get exactly what’s coming to them. We see the kai who takes out her irritation that the prophets don’t talk to her on an entire people, the Vorta middle manager who gleefully lets all of his troops get slaughtered as long as they saved him first, and the megalomaniacal Klingon Chancellor who started rewriting history in his favor.

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Jake – Same face, different day

Intendant Kira

Gaia Odo

Admiral Leyton

Jake went with some characters we see a little less, though we see some of their faces pretty much every week. Let’s start off with the mirror universe equivalent of Major Kira, who may not be the best villain, per se, but she is the most entertaining to watch. We also see a slightly different take on Odo from an alternate timeline, with a slightly more believable face and much more capacity for freakin’ genocide. Finally, a familiar face from Jake’s Top Ten Worst Admirals blogpost who seems to love declaring martial law… when he’s not a Changeling, that is.

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Ames – Be you friends or foes?

Dukat

Kilana

Third Remata’Klan

On my list are three villains whose side you can almost convince yourself to take, if it weren’t for all the constant murdering. My love for everyone’s favorite swaggering lizard man is well documented, but it’s so easy to be taken in by all that charisma, confidence, and neck. I have to share a little love for a Vorta who just seems so reasonable while she’s negotiating with you… until you realize she’s absolutely not to be trusted. And finally, my favorite Jem’Hadar who, in a different reality, we could have called friend, played by Phil Morris to boot!

— We’re putting our bat’leths and cloaked mines away for now and calling it a truce over a nice bottle of kanar. Make sure to come back here next time for one more visit to the promenade when we wrap up our spotlight series on Deep Space Nine. You should also keep following along with the last few lightyears of our journey through Voyager on SoundCloud or wherever you get your podcasts, consider us allies over on Facebook and Twitter, and stop summoning Pah-wraiths already!

#star trek #star trek podcast #podcast #villains #deep space nine #star trek ds9 #gul dukat #garak #kai winn #intendant kira #gowron #brunt fca #admiral leyton #kilana #gaia odo #remata'klan #keevan #sloan

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I don't have any specifics but I'd love more cardassian breeding kink

Garak is drunk. On kanar, yes, but definitely on power. He doesn't get this way but rarely -- after he strongarms a particularly important piece of legislation through the Assembly, after securing critical funding in the budget, after giving a political rival a solid trouncing. But on this, the night on which the constitution of the New Cardassian Republic has been ratified, Julian Bashir finds his husband in rare form.

And they haven't even made it home yet.

Ass perched on the solid wood desk in Elim's office -- it's a joke, on the Imperial Plaza, the no one quite knows what Garak does for the Ghemor administration, his title a slippery thing, but his work gets results and his physical office shows it, large and spacious and in a quiet corner of the executive building overlooking a reflecting pool -- Julian acquiesces to the state that his neck will be in tomorrow morning. He could stop Elim, if he wanted to. If he wanted to. He thinks Elim gets off on it, on knowing that Julian could so easily overpower him. That Julian chooses to let Garak debauch him, to make a mess, to sink his teeth into him.

He'd come from the hospital as soon as he could be spared; they had all watched the vote live on the holofeeds, holding their breath.

There were threats -- of course there had been. Threats that bombs would be planted under the capital building, at the executive building, that one of the violent remnants of the old regime would storm the Imperial Plaza. That Ghemor would be assassinated if he stepped foot out of the Castellan's dwelling. Their own household had been assigned security, in the end. It was an open secret in the capital that the Son of Tain was now one of the Founding Fathers of a free and democratic Cardassia and main authors the document that would now govern it.

Garak, of course, could not be bothered if someone took at shot at him. But when the threats were aimed at his Federaji husband... concessions could be made. (We both fought in the same war, Julian muttered. I know how to be shot at.

Yes, dear.

I've been shot at by Cardassians!

Of course, dear.)

"And what we once thought could only be made glorious in war, shall be made victorious in peace," Garak says, low and in his ear. (Because of course he had a hand in Ghemor's speech tonight, too, wrote damn near half of it.) He's got a hand down the front of Julian's trousers, stroking him with an irritating kind of precision. He's dripping, and Garak knows it, desperate for a finger or two inside him. But he'll keep touching him just like this until his thighs start to strain and tremble. "For our son, and all our sons."

And there's the slip--

Our son.

(Except Elim says it in Kardasi, and Julian hardly makes use of his UT anymore. And what Federation standard and the Universal Translator decides must be the Kardasi word for son isn't quite a literal translation. Kardasi has many words for sons and daughters and children who are good and bad and illegitimate and born in the marriage bed, orphaned or abandoned, foundlings or raised up in a good and reputable family.

But dutiful and serving child of my house doesn't translate quite so lyrically.)

"Is that next on the agenda?" Julian asks, because even if the answer is no, tonight the answer is yes.

There's nothing more heady and intoxicating to a dutiful Son of Cardassia than the idea of coming home with his blood still up from battle and breeding. It must feel decadent to the point of taboo -- to be a bastard son, a former exile, returned home and given the right to plow the field and let the rain fall into the soil and conceive as many legitimate heirs as he wishes. To be the head of a bountiful family. A political family. A ruling family. And to do it with a human man, a former Starfleet officer? There's scandal, and then there's this.

Elim's thumb rolls over his clit, making him gasp.

"Don't tease."

He rewards him then, or punishes him, three fingers into his cunt right to the knuckle. This is the part where being married to a retired torturer can be either a blessing or a curse -- Julian has no way of knowing if Garak will keep him on edge of a knee-melting orgasm for the next thirty minutes, or if he will make him cum immediately, and then again, until the only word his mouth can shape is his name. No way of knowing, when Garak knows where all the nerve endings are and has them all at his mercy.

"Who's teasing?" Julian moans, letting his head drop back. "Am I wrong? You want -- you want to. I like that you want to. I like that you want to flood me with your rains and fertilize the soil." Garak noses along the hollow of his throat, teeth scraping along delicate skin. "You want everyone to know who I belong to. That you brought me here and kept me here, filled me up with good legitimate Cardassian children--"

Garak growls, and nips. "Sweet talker."

Julian could laugh, if Garak wasn't find new and innovative ways to bring him to orgasm in record time. Rapidly losing sensation in his toes, he brings his hands up to curl into Garak's shoulder ridges, basking in the resultant hiss.

"Keep telling me about the new constitution you just wrote--"

"Singlehandedly, one could say," Garak counters gamely.

"And you'll see how sweet I can talk."

#ask #anonymous #otp: there's hope for you yet #emily watches ds9 #the cardassian cultural breeding kink #fic

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