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One of this week's prompts in my server was "Shut up" "Make me" And it just had to be Eve and Jacob <3

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Stargazing (Mass Effect Andromeda, Rydaal)

Title: Stargazing Fandom: Mass Effect Andromeda Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 1,023 Rating: E (Explicit) Pairing: Female Ryder (Sara)/Jaal Ama Darav Summary: Written for the recent “stargazing” weekly prompt in @ashalle-art’s server. Jaal and Ryder go stargazing. Smut ensues.

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“What about that one? Does it have a name?” Sara pointed towards a particularly bright group of stars near the horizon. If she squinted and tilted her head to the side, it kind of looked like a person walking upside down.

“Ah,” Jaal said. “That’s Vesoan. It means ‘Explorer.’”

“Like the Pathfinders,” she said, grinning at him.

“Yes,” Jaal told her affectionately, “Like you, darling one.”

Smiling happily, Sara turned her attention back to the sky. Coming out here had been her idea, but Jaal had responded with typical Jaal-like enthusiasm when she’d suggested they go stargazing so he could teach her the local angaran names for the constellations. They’d taken the Nomad, just the two of them, and driven to an isolated spot far from any settlements, where there was no artificial light to interfere with their view of the stars. Sara had brought a blanket for them to lie on and now they were stretched out on the ground together side by side, close but not quite touching.

It was the perfect conditions for stargazing. The sky was completely clear, the twin moons little more than pale slivers floating on a vast ocean of stars. With no one else around for miles, the only sounds were a gentle breeze rustling the grass-like native vegetation and the occasional call of some unseen creature in the dark.

Jaal never seemed to feel the cold, but the night air was cool on Sara’s bare skin. She shivered and snuggled closer to him, seeking his warmth. Wordlessly, he reached over and took her hand, enfolding it in his much larger one.

“If you’re cold, we can go back,” he said.

“I’m fine.” It was a little chilly, but she wasn’t ready for the evening to end. Not yet. “Besides,” she told him playfully, rolling over on her side to face him. “I know a way you can help warm me up.”

She arched her eyebrows and ran her finger pointedly down his stomach towards his groin. Jaal’s head turned to her, his lips curving in an indulgent smile.

“I believe I do as well,” he said and she squealed as he grabbed her by the waist, lifting her on top of him.

“Better?” he asked, after she was settled over him, her thighs spread over his hips and her breasts pressed firmly against his chest.

“Much.”

“Good.” He kissed her and she melted. His lips were warm, his tongue gentle but insistent. One of his big hands cradled the back of her head tenderly while the other came to rest on her ass, squeezing the soft flesh of her buttock. Sara gasped into his mouth, grinding herself against the growing bulge in his pants. The hand on her ass squeezed harder as he ground back, letting her feel his arousal.

They were both wearing too many clothes, she realised. They needed to be naked.

Sara pushed herself up into a sitting position so she could tug her shirt over her head. Jaal watched intently, his eyes reflecting the stars, while she removed her bra and took his hands, putting them on her breasts. She leaned down to kiss him again as he kneaded and massaged the sensitive flesh, brushing his thumbs over her nipples. His erection was even more pronounced now, pressing insistently against her. She rubbed herself over it and he groaned, his fingers digging into her breasts.

Desperate to feel him inside her, Sara sat up again to unbutton her pants. Jaal helped her push her pants and underwear down her hips so she could wiggle out of them. It was a little more difficult to get his clothes off with her straddling his waist, but together they managed to do it.

Freed at last, his erection bobbed between them, a silvery bead of precum shining on the round head. Like everything else about him, his strange, purple cock was huge—at its thickest point, it was as wide as her forearm—but she knew from experience that it would fit, as long as they took it slow and gave her body time to adjust. Jaal held her steady, his hands on her hips, as she began to lower herself onto him. She resisted the urge to hold her breath, forcing herself to take deep, regular inhales and not tense her muscles, willing her body to open itself to him.

Finally, after what seemed like forever and also no time at all, she’d taken every inch of him.

Sara rocked her hips experimentally, enjoying the feeling of being filled and stretched. Jaal cupped her breasts in his giant hands, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers as he lifted his hips smoothly to meet hers. She sighed and arched her back, moving over him slowly. There was no urgency to their lovemaking. They had nowhere else to be and aside from SAM (who usually maintained a respectful silence during moments like this), there was no one around to interrupt them.

It was just them and the stars.

Jaal always seemed to be able to tell when she was getting close but needed some extra help to reach her climax. Removing one of his hands from her hips, he reached between them and pressed his thumb to the swollen nub of her clit. Warm tingles pulsed and spread through her core as he unleashed his natural bioelectricity in a carefully targeted surge. Sara cried out, her muscles clenching tight around him. A couple of seconds later, Jaal followed her with a loud groan, the ripples of her orgasm triggering his own release.

Sara collapsed onto him, happy and sated. Jaal wrapped his warm arms around her, kissing the top of her head. A thought occurred to her and she giggled.

“What is it? What’s so amusing?” Jaal asked. His confusion just made her giggle harder.

“It’s nothing,” she said, propping herself up on her arm to look down at him fondly. “I’m just really glad I came to Heleus, that’s all.”

“Ah,” Jaal smiled, understanding. He pulled her back down to him for a lingering kiss, whispering against her parted lips. “I am too.”

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Raindrops (Mass Effect Andromeda, Rydaal)

Title: Raindrops Fandom: Mass Effect Andromeda Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 642 Rating: PG Pairing: Female Ryder/Jaal Ama Darav Summary: Written for the “dancing in the rain” weekly prompt in @ashalle-art’s server. Sara, Jaal and Liam celebrate after witnessing an important milestone in Eos’s recovery.

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As she drove across the dusty surface of Eos, Sara’s mind wandered over all the things she had to do when they got back to the Tempest; a Pathfinder’s duty never ends, she’d been amused to learn, even after saving the galaxy and finding everyone new homes.

All those things could wait until after she’d showered and eaten, though. The first thing she wanted to do was take a long, hot shower and wash off the dust that seemed to cling to everything on Eos. Then, she was going to stuff her face until she passed out. It had been hours since they’d stopped for lunch and she was starving. Drack was on dinner duty tonight. That meant something meat-based, probably roasted. Her mouth watered in anticipation.

Her pleasant food daydream was interrupted when Liam leaned forward from the backseat of the Nomad, pointing at the sky through the windshield. “Are those rain clouds?”

Sara looked up from the narrow dirt track she was following—it hardly deserved to be called a road—and squinted at the horizon.

“Huh,” she said, in surprise. “Would you look at that…I think they are rain clouds. SAM?”

“They do appear to be nimbus type clouds commonly associated with precipitation, Pathfinder,” the AI informed her.

The three of them—Sara, Liam and Jaal, who’d been snoring quietly in the passenger seat beside her for the last hour until their voices had roused him—all looked at the clouds in wonder, each of them understanding what a significant milestone this was in the planet’s recovery.

Rain. On Eos. Something that would have sounded impossible only a few months ago. Even after seeing the evidence for herself on multiple worlds, Sara never stopped being amazed at the power of the Vaults…or the mysterious people who’d built them.

“Stop the Nomad!” Liam cried suddenly.

“What? Why?” Sara slammed her foot on the brake, making them all jerk forward in their seats. Jaal shifted uncomfortably and grumbled something about aliens under his breath.

“I just saw a raindrop,” Liam said, pointing at a wet spot that had appeared in the fine coating of dust on the windshield. “Look, there’s another one!”

Sara opened the doors and they all piled out of the Nomad quickly and stood around it, looking up at the sky. For a moment it seemed like nothing would happen, then Sara felt a drop of water land on her cheek. She wiped it off, but it was quickly followed by another on her forehead, then more and more as the clouds finally opened and rain poured down.

Sara let out a loud whoop of joy and seized Liam’s face in her hands, kissing him hard on the mouth. She pulled away before he could react, leaving him blushing and spluttering. Jaal grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off her feet, spinning her around. He set her down again and bent her backwards smoothly in a passionate kiss that took her breath away.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough, guys,” Liam interrupted after the kiss had gone on for a while (but not long enough, in Sara’s slightly dazed opinion). “I’m still here, remember?”

“Sorry,” Sara said with a laugh when Jaal released her. Liam shook his head at them—you two are hopeless, his expression said—but he was smiling. They were all drenched by this point, but none of them cared.

“We should return to the Tempest and inform the others of this development,” Jaal told them.

“Right!” Sara said, switching back into Pathfinder mode. She grinned and couldn’t help bouncing a little, drops of rainwater flying from the tips of her hair. “I can’t wait to tell Cora and Suvi.”

Jaal took her hand and squeezed it silently, looking at her with a gentle smile and eyes full of love and affection. Sara squeezed back, beaming at him.

“Let’s go home.”

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Movie Night (Mass Effect, Shakarian)

Title: Movie Night Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 718 Rating: E (Explicit) Pairing: Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian Summary: Written for the “neck kisses” weekly prompt in @ashalle-art’s server. Garrus distracts Shepard during a movie.

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An hour into the movie, Shepard noticed Garrus getting bored. It had been her turn to pick the movie and she’d chosen an old horror classic from Earth, about a 7 foot tall alien monster slaughtering the hapless crew of a human cargo ship. Garrus claimed not to see the resemblance, but he endured her jokes about horrible spiky aliens with characteristic good humour and only a little grumbling.

On-screen, the surviving characters were discussing how to deal with the alien invader occupying their ship (Shepard had seen it before, so she already knew their plans were doomed to gory failure). Off-screen, Garrus’s hand had settled casually on her bare knee. Shepard continued to watch the movie, pretending not to notice as his hand traveled slowly up her thigh, blunted talons dragging feather-light over her skin. Goosebumps sprang up on her arms and the back of her neck. She shivered.

Garrus let out an amused huff and leaned closer to nuzzle her neck. Without taking her eyes off the movie, Shepard tilted her head to the side, baring her throat to him. He showed his gratitude by flicking his tongue over the skin above her pulse point, then nipped her gently. When his needle-sharp teeth grazed her throat, she gasped and squeezed her thighs tightly together as a surge of arousal sent warm tingles pulsing through her core.

Garrus chuckled and slid the hand that was still resting on her leg between her clamped thighs, urging them apart. She obliged by spreading her legs for him readily, holding her breath as he stroked the tip of his talon over her pussy. Even through her shorts and underwear, the sensation made her shudder with desire.

All pretence of still paying attention to the movie gone now, Shepard undid the buttons on her shorts with trembling fingers. Garrus continued to stroke her lazily while he waited, his tongue laving her throat again.

When the buttons were undone, he was able to slip his hand into her shorts and under the waistband of her underwear. He ran his talons through her pubic hair—he’d been fascinated when he first discovered she had hair down there too—and circled her clit deliberately with the pad of his finger, before moving lower to the place where she ached most for him to touch her.

“Mmm,” he said approvingly when he felt how wet she was. “Very nice.”

A smart retort was ready on her tongue, but any ability to think or form words vanished and all she could do was moan as he carefully eased the tip of his talon inside her. He went slow, not pushing too deep in case he hurt her. Even though he kept his talons filed, there was still a risk whenever they did this. Shepard never would have admitted it to anyone else, but the danger was part of what made it so hot.

She opened her legs wider and leaned her head back against the strong turian arm around her shoulders while Garrus moved the tip of his talon in and out of her. His piercing blue eyes were focused on her face, watching her reactions. Being looked at so intensely should have been embarrassing, but it wasn’t. Instead, it just turned her on even more.

He kept up the same steady, controlled pace even as her breathing quickened and tension started to build in her lower abdomen. When he shifted the angle of his hand slightly so the soft, leathery surface of his palm brushed against her clit with every movement of his fingers, she bit her lip.

Garrus could tell she was close and he didn’t let up for a second, each smooth motion of his talon inside her bringing her closer and closer to the edge. When it finally came, the power of her orgasm took her by surprise. She lay in Garrus’s arms, breathing heavily, until she’d recovered enough to speak.

“So much for the movie,” she laughed.

He looked smug. “It wasn’t very good anyway.”

“Hey,” Shepard protested, but after the orgasm he’d just given her she didn’t have much room to complain. Which reminded her…

Garrus watched, mandibles twitching, as she ran her finger over the sizeable bulge in his pants. She licked her lips.

“My turn,” she told him.

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Come Back to Bed (Mass Effect, Shakarian)

Title: Come Back to Bed Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 735 Rating: Teen (for mild suggestiveness) Pairing: Female Shepard/Garrus Vakarian Summary: Written for the “Come back to bed” weekly prompt in @ashalle-art’s server. Shepard can't sleep. Garrus persuades her to try again.

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Shepard couldn’t sleep.

Once, this would have been unusual. Like a lot of soldiers, during her military career she’d developed an almost preternatural ability to fall asleep nearly anywhere, no matter how uncomfortable. Sleep was as easy and natural as breathing.

But then she’d died and came back and nothing had really been the same since.

It was even worse since they’d been forced to leave Earth. Now when she did sleep, her dreams were filled with visions of children burning and the voices of all the people she’d failed, the ones she couldn’t save. It made sleep an unappealing proposition.

Next to her Garrus slumbered on, oblivious. For what felt like two or three hours at least, Shepard been lying in her darkened cabin with her sleeping boyfriend beside her, looking at the stars through the viewport above her bed and listening to Garrus breathing. Turians didn’t snore like humans, but one of the things Shepard had been surprised to discover early in her relationship with Garrus was that they produced a deep, rumbling vibration in their vocal chords when they slept which reminded her of a cat purring.

Normally she found it soothing—she always slept better when Garrus was beside her—but tonight not even her boyfriend’s cat-like purr or the comforting weight of the warm, heavy turian arm draped over her waist could lull her to sleep.

Fed up with lying there doing nothing while across the galaxy people were still fighting for their lives, Shepard carefully removed Garrus’s arm from around her middle and slipped out of bed. She moved quietly, not wanting to risk waking him up and triggering another ‘concerned boyfriend talk’ about her sleeping habits.

Tiptoeing across the cold metal floor of the cabin, she retrieved her datapad from the table and settled down in the middle of the couch with her feet tucked under her. She set the datapad’s brightness to the lowest setting, hoping the light wouldn’t disturb Garrus. Within a few minutes, she was completely absorbed in fleet updates and casualty reports. She was so focused on the numbers floating across the dimly glowing screen that she didn’t even notice Garrus wake up and get out of bed.

“Shepard? What are you doing? Come back to bed.”

She started in surprise and quickly tried to hide the datapad, but he plucked it out of her hands and turned it off.

“Hey!” she said, indignantly. “I was working on that.”

Garrus stared at her, unmoved.

“Come back to bed,” he repeated firmly. Shepard scowled and crossed her arms.

“I could report you for insubordinate behaviour, you know,” she told him.

“First, technically I’m here as the heirarchy’s representative and not an enlisted member of the Alliance so it’s not insubordination. And second, I’m not ordering you, I’m asking you as your boyfriend who cares about you and doesn’t want to see you get hurt because you were too tired to pay attention in the middle of a fight. Come back to bed. Please. For me.”

His eyes were soft and pleading and Shepard felt herself weakening. She’d never been able to resist a heartfelt request, especially not when it came from him, not even before she’d realised she was falling in love with him.

“Alright,” she conceded.

“Thank you,” he said, sounding relieved and a little surprised that she’d given in so easily. He’d obviously been expecting stronger opposition. Shepard let him pull her gently to her feet and lead her back to the bed.

“You know this is a waste of time, right?” she couldn’t resist pointing out. “There are a lot more important things I could be doing and I’m just going to end up lying here for hours again anyway, not sleeping.”

“No, you’re not,” he said confidently.

“Oh, really?” She raised her eyebrows, not trying to hide her skepticism. “And what makes you so sure of that?”

Garrus turned to face her, looking smug and also determined. He moved until he was standing in her personal space, forcing her to look up at him.

“Because I know a guaranteed way to help you relax,” he told her in a low voice, slipping his talons under the bottom of her tank top.

“Is that so?” She tilted her head, giving him a flirtatious look as his hands traveled higher under her shirt, fingers brushing her breasts. “Maybe you should show me then.”

“With pleasure.”