#elim garak x reader

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Star Trek Preference- Their Favourite Body Part of Yours

Hair- Dukat

Dukat loves to both stroke and pull at your hair. It’s a part of you he finds both beautiful and enchanting. He surprises you with his hair braiding skills, but he also surprises you with how hard he loves to pull on it when you both have sex, especially when you’re giving him oral

Eyes- Bashir

Julian can easily get lost in your eyes, he finds them so enchanting. Your eyes are so powerful to him, and with one look you can change his whole mood. They can both calm and excite him, and he’s often amazed at how much sway you have over him with just a look. Loves staring into your eyes during both intimate and frightening moments

Lips- Data

Data can’t fully explain why, but he is extremely infatuated by your lips. It’s not just kissing you, he will stare at them at all times of the day. Even before he got his emotion chip he had this love for them. Once he got his emotions however it went from infatuation to full on obsession. Even lying together after sex, he’ll casually stroke them

Breasts- Garak

Garak hasn’t had much experience with intimate partners, in either a sexual or romantic sense. The few partners he has had have been Cardassian, who are naturally more firm and rigid compared to humans. Garaks favourite part of you are your breasts, not just for sexual reasons but because they’re so soft and sweet to him. Laying on them while you stroke his hair is his favourite way to relax. He often designs things for you that show them off too

Stomach- Worf

Worf has a weakness for your stomach. When he catches a peaks at it during training it makes him go wild. At the end of the day he loves to lay on your stomach while you stroke his hair.

Legs- Jadzia

Jadzia is absolutely pathetic for your legs. She honestly wishes for the days of the old Star Fleet uniforms when she looks at you in your work trousers. She will purposely get certain holodeck adventures for you both that require you to wear shorts or skirts. This woman just can’t help but stare.

Hands- Spock

Spock loves your hands for both Vulcan and Human reasons. Touching fingers is how Vulcans kiss, so that’s obviously part of why he loves them so much. He also loves them because of how they can relax and soothe him. He thinks your hands are absolutely perfect and he loves to hold and them as much as he can

Ass- Kirk

Kirk is a simple man when it comes to things he likes, and the physical thing he likes most about you, is your ass. He’s so grateful for the uniforms length, and how it shows off his favourite asset. Loves when you ride him so he can grab at you. Even when you cuddle, his hand is right there

Thighs- Q

Q would never actually admit how much he loved your thighs, but you knew. They’re his go to thing to grab and hold during sex and cuddles. When you wear shorts or skirts, his eyes will not leave them. He hates that Starfleet won’t allow you to wear a short skirt for your uniform. He has used his powers to adjust your uniform so he can see them

Neck- Lore

Lores obsession with your neck can be sadistic at times. He loves wrapping his hand around your neck while you kiss, and enjoys the sounds you make when he bites into it. Lore doesn’t kiss you on the cheek when you leave in the morning, he kisses your neck. Neck kissing is his favourite foreplay

[blue-tailed-sphinx]

🦎Some random Elim Garak x reader romantic headcanons🦎:

A lot of Cardassian-style flirting, therefore, prepare to be challenged. Interesting points and witty remarks of the opponent make them very attractive in his eyes.

Probably turns his partner into his model, trying his best to compliment their figure with a power of his tailoring skills. Will fluster the hell out of them while taking measurements.

He pedantically memorizes small details about you and picks up on your occasional wishes (just like a spy Garak is) so he can use them to impress you later. He sneaks very specific presents into your quarters every now and then while you are away. Loves receiving gifts as well and compliments you on how observant and thoughtful you are if you manage to find something he particularly wants/needs.

Long discussions about Cardassian literature.

Likes it when you stroke/kiss/bite his neck ridges. It’s also an ultimate act of trust to him since they are very sensitive.

Insists on keeping your relationships a secret. Due to his shaky position as an ex-member of Obsidian Order he could be watched and hunted – and so could you, which would put you in danger.

Garak is definitely a protective boyfriend. He hates to see you hurt and would rip a heart out of any person who dared to lay a finger on you. Especially if it’s Gul Dukat or his father.

Will appreciate it if you help him get rid of old scales.

Adores cuddles (and not just for the sake of warmth).

(If you imagine Garak with a tail) – Subconsciously curling his tail around your leg while you are both asleep. Hitting his tail against the ground when annoyed/irritated/stressed. Pointing at objects with a tail. A tail living its own life while Garak speaks, adding to the emotional message of his words.

You are one of the few people he can be sincere with. Although, moments of truth don’t take place very often – it’s better if you don’t know too much, for your own good.

Shows you self-defense techniques to ensure that you can stand up for yourself when he is not around.

Once you prove yourself to be trustworthy, he might let you comb and braid his hair. Also, considering his fashion choices, I feel like Garak could like it if his partner braided in beads/ribbons; he would even try to find an outfit to match their handiwork.

Won't admit it, but his heart melts every time you call him by his first name.

Gardening/dining together as an alternative to dates.

Your voice and touch soothes him even during the worst anxiety attacks.

Garak can be very affectionate and gentle in private, especially because, minding what he is capable of, he doesn't want to inflict the slightest bit of pain to someone he cares about.

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Alrighty, @android-boyfriends​, this is 2 + 10 For Garak! 🖤 The way that these 2 struck me made me wanna put them in the same drabble. I hope that’s alright, fren! Based on prompts from this post. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

2. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” + 10. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” + Garak

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Deflection

Elim Garak (ST:DS9) x Reader

[A/N: Yeah, I know I’ve touched on the beef between Garak and Dukat before, but it’s fun to write about so... *shrugs* ]

Warnings: This is fluff, but there’s mild jealousy. Interspecies kiss, human/Cardassian kiss, pda, pre-relationship fluff.

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“Will I see you at the reception later, Ensign?” Dukat asked, still leaning obnoxiously on my table as I tried to eat my lunch at the Replimat.

“I haven’t decided if I’m going yet.” I figured a diplomatic answer would be less inflammatory than telling him to sling his hook elsewhere. It was all I could do to keep from rolling my eyes at the way he leaned in a little closer.

“Well, I would be most gratified to see you there,” he said before finally leaving me in peace to finish my food. No sooner had I let out a sigh of relief than I was joined at my table by a familiar, welcome face.

“Are you alright, my dear?” Garak asked moving his chair closer to mine. “I thought that posturing fool would never leave.”

An involuntary huff of laughter gusted out of me before I could stop it.

“I’m fine, Garak, I promise. He does bluster quite profusely, doesn’t he?” I mused taking a sip of my drink.

“Yes. The pompous idiot. What makes him think he has the right to bother you of all people?” He grumbled, looking decidedly irritated. The Cardassian slid his chair just a little bit closer to me, and I was struck by a thought I’d only considered a few times before.

“Wait a minute. Garak, are you jealous?” The Cardassian’s eyes widened as they met mine.

“I don’t know what you mean. What reason would I have to be jealous of Dukat?” He asked shifting in his seat, but he’d already told me enough by his deflection. 

“Well, he does tend to seek me out for his flirtations despite the fact that you’ve been doing the same for months,” I answered as confidently as my inference would allow. Garak’s eyes darted away from mine and he let out a quiet laugh. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Ridiculous,” he scoffed.

“Then I guess you won’t mind if I go to the reception as Dukat’s plus one,” I replied as I stood and made to leave. Before I took a single step, I felt a hand tug me off-balance. When I landed in Garak’s lap and his lips slanted hungrily over mine, it was clear that I wouldn’t be going anywhere but to Garak’s quarters tonight.

[cardassian-enthusiast]

can i get some fluffy romantic stuff with garak ? Like maybe he meets the readers over protective brother and the read just keeps defending him. Or a meet the parents thing where the parents are skeptical of their daughter dating a cardassian?

a/n: bet you thought i was dead. close, but just depressed. have this as an apology for my absence.

Garak W/ Judgmental Family Headcanons

Garak understands it’s a human custom to meet one another’s parents, but this is one human tradition he could’ve done without. He already hears far too many opinions on your relationship as it is. He isn’t insisting you meet his father, is he?. Not that he would ever let that man get within ten feet of you, but his point still stands. But it’s out of his hands as your parents are already on their way to visit and he can’t hide in his shop forever - as hard as he tries. 

Dinner at Quark’s was both the most boring and painful event he had probably ever been a part of. Garak could see your brother was glaring daggers at him in his peripheral and dutifully chose to ignore it, while your father sat in stony silence, looking more disappointed in you than he had in years. You covertly kicked your brother’s shin when he got a little too protective during his questions about your relationship. 

But your mother was the worst; picking apart everything Garak had to say and never letting up with the backhanded insults - “Oh, you’re a tailor. How charming. Not what I thought my daughter choose, but then again I didn’t know she was suddenly attracted to Cardassians.”

Garak, truly making an effort for you, was shockingly civil and attempted to keep the conversation away from certain topics, but your family wasn’t showing the same courtesy. It was taking everything you had not to throw your drink at your mother just to shut her up. 

As you were trying to think of a good excuse to leave this absolutely dreadful dinner, Garak’s cold hand clasped yours over the table and the atmosphere immediately switched from subtly hostile to dangerous. You really didn’t like how tightly your brother was gripping his fork. 

You don’t have to do this, you silently said with your eyes. You were giving him an out - he didn’t have to sit here and listen to them. 

Oh, but I do. He answered. You can make it up to me, in private. That mischievous smirk you had come to love somehow made this evening more bearable.

Garak was trained from birth to answer suspicion and hatred with a charming smile and self-deprecating quip - he could turn this around and have your family eating out of his palm before the night was out. All you had to do was sit back and enjoy the show. 

[randomnessunicorn-imagine]

Two-Part Drabble Game: 35 (not wanting to be alone) + 7 “I can’t help it. You’re just really warm. Like a giant heater.” + Garak ?

{ This game is truly funny! }

>> Everyone can ask <<

🐊 ELIM GARAK 🐊

You did not understand why he was with you.

If Garak was pretending, he was doing it very well but it was what he did mostof his time. “Mr. Pretender” was his secret middle name, you would say.

Or maybe he was sincere for the first time in his life.

Or neither of these things.

Maybe both.

Maybe Garak didn’t want to accept that your company was really pleasant andso he lied to himself, thinking it was just a hobby, spending time with you wasjust a hobby.

Too many “maybes” anyway. Too many doubts, unspoken and wrong words. Alot of “what ifs”.

Garak was so mysterious but also so fragile, alone, scared under his hardCardassian armour.

Even the future was mysterious, fragile and scary. Just like him. Garak feared for the future of his planet, his people, sometimes even for himself.These were the most important things for the Cardassian man, nothing else, or maybe there wassomething else he was hiding, something else he cared about, after all Garak wouldn’thave been a mystery if he had been so easy to decipher.

Among all the souls of the station, Garak had chosen you to warm his night,to fill his nefarious dreams. Looking for a light in the dark, a hope even ifit was an illusion. A fake lover. The usual lies he said to himself and othersbut as long as they were beautiful lies to hear, you would have been glad tolisten to them and believe in them as well.

He always complained about how cold and inhospitable this station was.Then you, with a joking and alluring tone of voice, told him that you would beglad to warm him up, he was always welcome if he wanted some company, warmth andsomething more. You were the one he might have called.

You said it so, at least, Garak would stop complaining, since you got tiredof his complaints, or maybe you wanted to provoke him. You wanted to amaze,embarrass and confront him but it was impossible to break down the wall of icethat he had built. It was too cold, resistant and high, perhaps, it was not thestation to be too cold, and his own heart was glacial and it froze him from theinside.

At your proposal, Garak smiled in his usual mocking way, accepting yourkind invitation. Why should he have to refuse such an attractive and sweetoffer?

Your playful declaration did not turn out to be a lie since Garak was herewith you now to get warm with your body heat. He took you literally. Or maybeit was the irony of fate. Whatever it was, it was fantastic. What you wantedfor a long time.

Garak leaned closer to you, gently wrapping one arm around your neck, andthen he whispered in your ear, “I can’t help it. You’re just really warm.Like a giant heater.” His voice was velvety, almost affectionate, awhisper before going back to sleep, laying his head on your shoulder.

You chuckled and found his words childish and so tender, inadequate,certainly they did not suit to a tough man like him, a master liar, a dark spy,but perhaps he was really cold. Maybe Garak wanted to joke and be romantic, tothank you in his way for having welcomed him in your warm arms. 

Still a littletoo much “maybes” and so few answers.

Then you decided not to think about it anymore, the truth did not matteranyway.

You closed your eyes, sleeping, dreaming and forgetting about youranswers, the mysteries hidden in his heart and you just enjoyed this raremoment of peace before the life would have returned to be turbulent and cold.

[poetictrekkie]

Drabble: Garak Rescues You

@crystalkateposts said: I love the stuff you’ve made form me before! Can I request a ds9 Drabble where the readers in bad shape and begrudgingly has to be rescued by Garak w/ “let’s get you out of here dear.”

ALL REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

You heard footsteps echoing down the hallway to the Jem’Hadar ship’s brig. Despite your injured leg, you tried to get into a fighting stance. Your fists slumped down to your sides, loosening in disappointment, when you saw who it was.

“I don’t need help. I have a mission to carry out.” you protested as Garak came into view. With an air of superiority, he viewed your surroundings. A jail protected by an energy field, that would disintegrate anyone who tried to escape. Classic Jem’Hadar aesthetic design. Garak deactivated the energy field easily, and waited for you to rise to your feet. He caught sight of your injured leg, and began to stoop down so he could lift you into his arms.

“The mission was taken care of, (Y/N),” Garak reassured you, but you still wriggled away from his grasp.

“Of all the people to save me, they send you?” you grumbled. “You’re never going to let me live this down.”

Garak gave you a sympathetic look, finally managing to catch you in his arms. His strength surprised you, as he hauled you up with ease.

“We’ll save the argument for a later time,” Garak said. “Let’s get you out of here, dear.”

[cardassiansstolebutton]

Break and Borrow

Requested Anonymously

Title taken from Bach/Break

You thought they were lying when they told you Ziyal was dead. You didn’t understand how she could be. Who would hurt her? Dukat may have been a terrible person, but he wouldn’t have let anyone hurt her. His love for Ziyal was his one redeeming trait. And why? She was harmless. You were sure, almost without doubt, that Ziyal couldn't even crush a spider. Hurting her, killing her, made no sense.

But then they showed you the body, and- well. What else could you say?

You knew Garak. You knew him better than Ziyal did, although not as well as Julian. You had never really gotten close, though. There was friendly flirtation and his acknowledgment that you were, in fact, one of the sharper knives in the drawer when it came to his not-spy games, but beyond that, you weren’t personal. You had always thought it was a shame.

Now Garak was leaning against you for support. No, literally, he was leaning. He had gotten out of the Infirmary alright after seeing Ziyal’s body, walking steady and stiff-backed through the Promenade, but you had invited him to your quarters so that he wouldn’t have to go back to his shop alone (so that you wouldn’t have to go home alone), and when you took his hand, he just seemed to… break.

“Of all the people that could have been lost,” Garak told you, open and exposed like a gaping wound (it scared you to see him like this, the stoic spy, the unstoppable force of wit and cunning, he was not supposed to be this way), “I didn’t think it would be her.”

“Neither did I,” you said.

Garak kissed your forehead and pressed himself to you, and you knew things would be different.

And it was. Garak searched you out every day, without fail, and you often felt as if he was overflowing and, thusly, pouring himself into you. There was nowhere else for him to turn, you supposed. This burden was not meant for Julian. Not that you considered it a burden. Garak became a very good friend, and he supported you just as much as you supported him.

This wasn’t worth it, you thought. And how could it be? How could it ever be worth it to trade one friend for another? How could Garak’s friendship ever possibly justify the loss of Ziyal?

It couldn’t. But Ziyal was gone and Garak was still there.

And Garak. Oh, Garak. Sad, vicious Garak with his white, snarling smile and his cold, sharp eyes. Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy. You knew what he was. You knew that he was a killer and a liar and all sorts of terrible things. But his armor was shattered by the death of one girl and you saw more than the assassin.

You saw the man, and you were glad, despite the circumstances, that you had the chance to know him this way.

You never told him as much. But, somehow, you were sure that he knew.