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seigephoenix · 1 month ago

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Kinktober 2024: Spanking

Not your typical spanking prompt. I did enjoy writing it. Marlowe is just too sassy. A blend of Paragon and Renegade.

Ship: Marlowe Shepard x Zaeed Massani Content Warning: p in v sex, sassy, bratty, slight blasphemy for any practicing Christians reading, against the wall, spanking Length: 2.5k

Marlowe sat with her legs crossed under her on the couch in her cabin, digging through some more purchases she’d gotten at the Citadel. She’d never had much impulse control when it came to shopping, mostly due to not having access to shops. On ships she mostly had to deal with the quartermaster and they rarely sold anything besides the basics. Marlowe held up the silky nightgown in front of her. She’d tried to get comfortable wearing them, ever since that night Zaeed had visited her. He hadn’t paid her another visit, not that she was bitter or anything about that, but she had felt good wearing the lingerie after that. Marlowe expanded her collection a bit and only wore it when they were not out on a mission. Though… She did remember him saying something about losing his mind if she ever wore them on a mission.

On Omega

“We’re shooting around the slums again? Why’re we after the batarians this time?” Zaeed asked as he and Miranda accompanied Marlowe to the mission. Miranda blew out an aggravated breath.

“There are concerns the batarians or vorcha are tampering with the air quality. Aria suggested we investigate it,” she reminded Zaeed as they moved through the cramped corridors. They’d come across the plant and took out the batarians but not without Marlowe getting shot. This one got through her shields but she didn’t let Miranda or Zaeed get too close to see how bad it was. They had to keep moving forward. Marlowe tripped and stumbled as they pushed through the last wave of batarians.

“Shepard!” Miranda yelled. “Cover me Massani!” She whirled and slid behind Marlowe’s cover as she ran a hand over her to see where the damage was. “Shepard…” Her fingers came away wet with blood.

“Sorry, I did hit it with some medigel but I guess it reopened.” Marlowe clenched her jaw against the sharp throb of pain. “I’ll get Chakwas to look at it when we get back to the ship. We have to get through this,” Marlowe said and Miranda sighed. Marlowe hissed and cursed when the other woman slapped medigel over the wound.

“You deserved that one. Don’t ruin all that hard work just yet Shepard.” Miranda dashed back towards another barricade and helped Zaeed return fire. Marlowe tossed out her little turret and that took care of the last stragglers choking up the air filtration plant. Marlowe leaned back against the barricade with a weary sigh as Miranda finished the clean up. She closed her eyes and grunted when she felt a boot nudge her.

“I’m not dead, yet.” She opened one eye and saw Zaeed standing there looking pissed off. “What did I do now? I know why Miranda’s pissed at me.” Marlowe grumbled as she braced her arm on the barricade and shoved to her feet. She wouldn’t dare show any weakness and bit the inside of her cheek to keep from wobbling. “Let’s get back to the Normandy,” she said as she brushed past Zaeed without looking at him.

Normandy

Marlowe tossed her helmet into her locker by the airlock before peeling off the rest of her armor. Miranda pointed towards the elevator and Marlowe held up her hands as she agreed to see the doctor. Zaeed was watching the interaction carefully with his own helmet held in his hands. He headed in the direction of Shepard’s quarters.

Twenty minutes later, Marlowe walked into her cabin still rubbing her ear. Chakwas had chewed her left and right for the reckless injury. Marlowe had changed into her casual clothes after that under armor suit had been declared unfit and tossed into the incinerator. Marlowe huffed at the memory and looked over as she spotted movement by her couch.

“Massani.”

“Shepard.”

Marlowe let out a sigh as she walked towards her desk, just because she’d been shot didn’t mean the reports could be put off. “What are you doing in my cabin? Do you have something else you need?” Marlowe asked without looking up from the data pad. She was sore, tired, and wanted to get into her bed and sleep into the next century. She looked up when he didn’t answer, she’d expected a lecture or something. “Zaeed?”

“Come here Shepard.” Marlowe gave him a sideways glare for his tone but set the data pad down and ambled over to him. She crossed her arms, drawing his attention to the stark white bandage covering her shoulder. He reached out and grasped her wrist.

“Hey!” Marlowe barely had time to protest before he tugged and she wound up sprawled across his lap. She placed one hand on the floor to give herself some leverage before she pushed up, but he pushed down on her lower back. “What the hell is wrong with you Massani!? You’d better let me up!” Marlowe snarled as she braced her feet. She yelped when he kicked her feet out from under her and she landed hard across his thighs. “If you reopen this wound, I’m pointing Chakwas and Lawson your way.” Marlowe glared at him from where she was.

“Seems like you’re not in a position to really do anything are you Shepard?” Zaeed asked. He splayed his fingers out over her lower back, keeping her in place. She clenched her jaw but he wasn’t budging. All that N7 training and Spectre training… Ugh! Marlowe’s eyes darted up to him. “If looks could kill, I’d be a dead man, but you’re not going anywhere Shepard. Not yet anyway.”

“What the hell is your problem Massani? What? Gonna spank me like a kid? Fuck off,” Marlowe snapped before yelping when his hand cracked against her ass through the cargo pants. Silence stretched between them and Zaeed questioned if he’d gone too far, he’d only wanted to teach her a lesson. “Smack me like that one more time, and I’ll bench you the rest of this mission.” Marlowe promised him as she looked back over her shoulder at him.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time Shepard,” Zaeed retorted bringing his hand down for another slap over her pants. She began to struggle in earnest but he kept his hand right against her lower back.

“If you don’t let me up right now Massani, you’d better not ever let me up.” The sinister tone had his cock reacting. She looked over at his lap before back up at his face with shock replacing her anger. “Really!?” Marlowe shouted as she felt him straining against her side. “Getting off on me threatening you?”

“No.” She hissed when a third slap stung her ass cheeks. She could ignore bullet wounds, she’d handled insults being thrown right at her face, but what she could not handle was being treated like a child.

“Massani… One last chance. Let me go and I’ll still play.” Marlowe was cut off from her sentence when he simply yanked her pants down. “You asshole!”

“Fucking hell Shepard, were you wearing these on the mission today?” Zaeed demanded as the black silk was revealed. She was wearing the skimpiest pair of black silk panties, with the silk barely clinging to the dusky pink globes of her ass. She flipped him off from her position and his eyes narrowed.

“Had the matching bra too, but that got shot to hell by the batarians,” Marlowe snapped as she struggled once again to get free. This time his hand slapped bare skin and she flinched at the pain. “Massani.” Marlowe glared over her shoulder at him as her hair had come out of its serviceable bun. The length draped over her shoulder with the ends brushing the floor.

“How long is your hair Shepard?” He reached for it letting the dark purple strands flow over his fingers. Marlowe’s lip curled back in aggravation when he hooked one finger underneath the silk and tugged. She slapped a hand over her mouth at the moan that wanted to escape. The silk rubbed against her clit just right and her thighs squeezed together. “I heard that.”

“You didn’t hear shit, old man.” Marlowe snapped and tried to gain her footing again, only for him to knock them out from under her again. “You are getting on my nerves.”

“Good.” She yelped when his hand cracked across her already stinging ass cheeks once again. Except this time he slid his hand between her legs and massaged her clit through the black silk. Marlowe moaned at the burst of pleasure low in her belly. She clenched her jaw against the feeling and glared at Zaeed through the curtain of hair in her face. The stinging only heightened that pleasure, brought it to a razor sharp edge inside her. She groaned as the throbbing there matched the throbbing in her clit. “You were reckless today.” Marlowe hissed when his hand came down again.

“I’m always reckless in case that missed your brilliant observation skills there Massani.” She huffed and tried to shift again, but his hand didn’t budge. “Can’t get to N7 or Spectre by playing safe and nice.”

“There’s assessing risks and then the shit you pulled today.” Marlowe opened her mouth to retort when his fingers slipped past the silk to find her wet and aching for him. “What’s this? As much as you mouth off, you’re getting off to this.”

“Fuck off Massani if you think I’m getting off to you spanking me like a little kid,” she snarled but he merely found her clit and pinched. Her fingers curled against the floor at the sharp heat spearing through her.

“Hmm. You sure about that Shepard?” Zaeed leaned over her back while his fingers teased her clit until the heat threatened to consume her mind. Right as her body was poised to fall over the edge his hand pulled away and slapped hard against her ass.

“That is it.” Marlowe clenched her jaw. She hated to do it, but she was through being toyed with. She put her other hand on the ground, wincing at the flash of pain from her wound, and then pushed. She knew she’d reopened her bullet wound but she was also free from Zaeed’s hold. She kicked away her pants and glared down at him as the crimson slowly seeped into the bandage on her shoulder. His eyes zeroed in on it and she saw the concern there. Too bad he should have thought about that before he tortured her.

Before he could react, she straddled his waist and sat down right on his bulging cock. She knocked his hands away from her waist and met his sneer with one of her own. She wouldn’t let him call the shots anymore. Her fingers slid between them and pulled down his pants until his cock was freed. Zaeed realized what she was doing and grabbed her wrist to stop her. She merely lifted herself and sat down on his cock before he could even utter a protest.

“Fucking hell.” Zaeed hissed when he was buried deep inside her body. Her hips rocked against his in a slow, torturous rhythm. His head fell back against the couch when she angled her hips so his cock went deep. “You’re not doing yourself any favors with this either Shepard.”

“No, I’m not. But this is going to drive you crazy too Massani,” Marlowe explained and grinned when he cursed her under his breath. “I’m already fucking you.” He reached around and pinched her ass.

“Brat.” Marlowe chuckled and agreed she was a brat. Marlowe smirked when he glared at her for how slow she moved. She sensed the growing frustration in him but she savored it. She was done playing with him though, and just wanted to come.

Zaeed hissed and grabbed her hips when she began to move faster. “Jesus.” Marlowe grinned as she looped her arms around his neck.

“Jesus isn’t fucking your cock right now Zaeed.” Her teeth nipped at his chin as her body squeezed his cock. Marlowe chuckled as she heard him mutter something about her smart mouth being put to use. She reached up and grasped the front of his throat, tilting his chin until he was looking at her. “You’d love if I sucked your cock, but right now I’m going to fuck you until all you know is my name.”

“You’re a bitch.” Marlowe leaned in and brushed her lips across his in a whisper soft caress.

“Sweet talker.” She laughed when his hands grabbed her ass and he stood up. She hooked her ankles behind his back and grunted when her back hit the wall beside her tiny office space.

“Now who’s in charge?” Zaeed whispered in her ear but she merely gave him an indulgent smile that pissed him off. “You’re so smug.”

“Well deserved actually.” Marlowe grinned as his hips snapped up against hers in a brutal pace. She groaned his name when his body dragged against her clit with each thrust. It wasn’t enough for her and she eased one hand between them to tease her own clit.

“Fucking hell that’s hot Shepard,” he hissed when her body tightened around him. Marlowe’s head fell back against the wall at the heat building layer by layer between her legs. She grunted when his teeth bit down on her shoulder and he sucked hard. She lifted her head to curse at him.

“Don’t you dare leave a mark,” Marlowe hissed but he lifted his mouth and the bruise was there standing out. He gave her a smug grin. Marlowe wanted to retort but the orgasm caught her off guard and her head fell against the wall with a loud thud and a moan spilled from her lips instead of the curse. His forehead dropped to her shoulder as her body milked his cock and he fell off the edge soon after with her.

Marlowe’s hand fumbled with the button next to them, but the bathroom door slid open with a soft hiss. Zaeed merely looked at her and Marlowe grinned at him. “I’m going to shower and then I’m going to bed.”

“Kicking me out again Shepard?” Marlowe snorted as he gently set her down, grimacing when he slid out of her welcoming body.

“You’re welcome to join me. But I am going to tell Chakwas it was your fault my wound reopened.” Marlowe informed him as he followed her inside.

“Oh that’ll go over great with the doctor. Sorry doc, my wound reopened because I was being a brat.” Zaeed grabbed her chin and turned her face up towards his.

“I bet you one hundred credits that she’ll lecture you. If you think something like this would scandalize Chakwas then you’re off your gourd.” Zaeed smirked and agreed to the bet. “Now, let me get clean before I head down there to get this bandaged again.” She turned towards the shower and Zaeed stepped in behind her.

Marlowe happily accepted her credits later that night after Chakwas read him the riot act for being so reckless. She grinned as he settled in behind her on the bed and he huffed in annoyance at how smug she was being.

#kinktober 2024 #kinktober2024 #seige kinktober #oc: marlowe shepard

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undatablebracket · 1 year ago

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OUTDATED POST

Last updated 8/18/23, please check the bracket posts for the most up-to-date competitor list.

Sorted alphabetically by game for easy searching.

These are (almost) all of the bracket participants! There are a few who are still up in the air. Please do not get upset with me if your blorbo did not qualify; I did my best to research each game I was unfamiliar with. The most common reason for a character to be disqualified was being from a game without any romance at all.

Note that some of these may be removed, as my attempts at research may not have been sufficient.

Madoka Aoyagi from Aokana Four Rhythms Across the Blue

Reiko Satou from Aokana Four Rhythms Across the Blue

Nahara from The Arcana

Nazali from The Arcana

Nasmira from The Arcana

Natiqa from The Arcana

Brasidas from Assassin's Creed: Odyssey

Soma Jarlskona from Assassin's Creed: Valhalla

Alfira from Baldur's Gate 3

Volo from Baldur's Gate 3

Mallory from Black Closet

oniontheif from Blooming Panic: Full Bloom Edition

Mossie from Cattails

Guinevere from Code: Realize

Kotoho Sakuragawa from collar x malice

Antonio from Coral Island

Helene Leventis from Crown and the Flame - Choices (mobile app)

Owen Herriot from Cupid Parasite

Viktor Vector from Cyberpunk 2077

Johnny Silverhand from Cyberpunk 2077

Goro Takemura from Cyberpunk 2077

Mayor Mingus from Dialtown

Jerry from Dialtown

Pierre from Dialtown

Monika from Doki Doki Literature Club

The Arishok from Dragon Age 2

Varric Tethras from Dragon Age 2

Avaline Vallen from Dragon Age 2

Vivienne de Fer from Dragon Age Inquisition

Cole from Dragon Age Inquisiton

Scout Lace Harding from Dragon Age: Inquisition

Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi from Dragon Age: Inquisition

Sten from Dragon Age: Origins

Quizzmaster Quinn from Dream Daddy

Morgott the Grace-Given from Elden Ring

Matthew Gursky from Emily is Away

Magnolia from Fallout 4

Nick Valentine from Fallout 4

Phila from Fire Emblem Awakening

The Gatekeeper from Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Hypnos from Hades

Orpheus and Eurydice from Hades

Chaos from Hades

Charon from Hades

Sisyphus from Hades

Alecto from Hades

Azami Koshiba from Hatoful Boyfriend

Blanc Lapin from Ikemen Revolution

Lyla Park from Life is Strange 2

Kyousuke Natsume from Little Busters!

Javik from Mass Effect

Urdnot Wrex from Mass Effect

Zaeed Massani from Mass Effect

Mordin Solus from Mass Effect 2 & 3

The Illusive Man from Mass Effect 2 + 3

Samara from Mass Effect 2, Mass Effect 3

Evfra de Tershaav from Mass Effect Andromeda

Zevin Raeka from Mass Effect Andromeda

Jeff "Joker" Moreau from Mass Effect trilogy

Moss Mann from Monster camp

Gerard from Monster Camp and Monster Roadtrip

Tate from Monster Prom

Sadie from Monster Prom 3: Road Trip and Monster Prom 2: Camp

Jerry the Murderer from Monster Prom series

Mali from My Time at Portia

Jaehee Kang from Mystic Messenger

Vanderwood from Mystic Messenger

Shinbi from Nameless (the one thing you must recall)

Soi from Nameless (the one thing you must recall)

Thirteen from Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All

Aurora Emery from Open Heart - Choices

Jeremy King from Our Life: Beginning & Always

Miranda from Our Life: Beginnings & Always

Terry from Our Life: Beginnings & Always

Rio Iwasaki from Persona 3 Portable

Junpei Iori from Persona 3 Portable

Yosuke Hanamura from Persona 4

Kanji Tatsumi from Persona 4

Goro Akechi from Persona 5

Yusuke Kitagawa from Persona 5

Ryūji Sakamoto from Persona 5

Eothas from Pillars of Eternity II: Deadfire

Grim from Romancelvania

Gaius from Rune Factory 3

Illuminata from Rune Factory 4

Porcoline Tulle De Saint-Coquille from rune factory 4

Ventuswill from Rune Factory 4

Lin Fa from Rune Factory 4

Volkanon from Rune Factory 4

Terry from Rune Factory 5

Malix from Seduce Me the Otome

Halek Prince from Shepherds of Haven

Bao-Dur from Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic II: The Sith Lords

Clint from Stardew ValleyGus from Stardew Valley

Jodi from Stardew Valley

Kent from Stardew Valley

Krobus from Stardew Valley

Linus from Stardew Valley

Marnie from Stardew Valley

Mayor Lewis from Stardew Valley

Sandy from Stardew Valley

Robin from Stardew Valley

The Wizard (aka. M. Rasmodius) from Stardew Valley

Clemens from Story of Seasons Pioneers of Olive Town

Jacopo from Story of Seasons Pioneers of Olive Town

Karina from Story of Seasons Pioneers of Olive Town

Flora from Story of Seasons: A Wonderful Life

Lars from Story of Seasons Pioneers of Olive Town

Brynjolf from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Cicero from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Erandur from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Faendal from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Hadvar from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

J'zargo from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Miraak from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Seranna from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Teldryn Sero from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Ondolemar from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Olivia Vanderwall Nevrakis from The Royal Romance - Choices

Iorveth from The Witcher 2

Vernon Roche from The Witcher 2

Julian Alfred Pankratz (Dandelion/Jaskier) from The Witcher 3

Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy from The Witcher 3

Karen Hanatsubaki from Tokimeki Memorial Girl's Side 3

Arihiko Inui from Tsukihime

Yumizuka Satsuki from Tsukihime

Alicia Rosales from XOXO Droplets

#undatable bracket #unromancable bracket #wrangler.txt #bracket info

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binaryjayne · 3 months ago

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Writing Master List

Probably should do this.

Mass Effect:

Honeymoon Verse (Kaidan Alenko x James Vega)(list in order of timeline):

Cave In (T, one-shot)

Hey, Remember Last Night? (E, one-shot)

Wish We Got That Honeymoon (E, longfic) (In Progress) (Commissioned Art!)

Tight Spaces (E, one-shot)

Kinktober 2023: Tit-Fucking (E, one-shot)

Reports Can Be So Boring (E, one-shot)

Fireworks and Wedding Plans (G, one-shot)

Honeymoon AU:

Eggnog (M, one-shot)

Random Explicit One-Shots:

To Be Of Service (James Vega x Kaidan Alenko x Steve Cortez x BroShep)

Coercion and Whiskey (Kaidan Alenko x James Vega)

Only If For A Night (Kaidan Alenko x James Vega x FemShep)

to Watch, to be Seen (Kai Leng x FemShep)

Kinktober 2023: Virginity (Kaidan Alenko x FemShep)

Kinktober 2023: Hate Sex (Kaidan Alenko x Ashley Williams)

Kinktober 2023: Pegging (Kaidan Alenko x FemShep)

Hey, What the Fuck Are You Doing? (Zaeed Massani x BroShep)

My Shower is Broken, Can I Borrow Yours? (Kaidan Alenko x Miranda Lawson)

I Just Want a Straight Answer (Kaidan Alenko x FemShep) (Technically multi-chapter, but a quick 7k read)

Communication and Consent (Kaidan Alenko x Femshep) (multi-chapter. All stand alone one-shots, all smut)

Delicious Tea and Other Stories (Kaidan Alenko x Tali'Zorah, Kaidan Alenko x Miranda Lawson, Kaidan Alenko x Kasumi Goto) (multi-chapter. All stand alone one-shots, all smut)

Random One-Shots:

Kaidan Alenko, Banana (T) (Kaidan Alenko x FemShep)

It Wasn't Too Late (T) (Kaidan Alenko x FemShep)

I will update with my Resident Evil and Hades fics, but this already took an embarrassingly long time. I'll also make it pretty... eventually

#mass effect #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #mass effect fanfiction #ao3 #Can You Tell I Really love Kaidan Alenko?#masterlist #writing #venko

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seigeocs · 4 months ago

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Ships and Characters

Skyrim

My OCs + their ships. Farkas Vilkas Brynjolf

Fallout 3 Butch Cross Jericho Charon

Fallout New Vegas (if it’s not obvious, I really like the ladies in NV) Boone Lily Bowen Raul Cass Veronica

Fallout 4 All of the romance options Deacon Maxon The Raider bosses in Nuka World except the Black siblings

Fallout (TV Series) Ghoulcy Maximus x Lucy

Destiny 1 Any of my OCs Siobhan x Emyr Siobhan x Shaxx Siobhan x Uldren

Destiny 2 Any of my OCs Siobhan x Crow Siobhan x Shaxx

Dragon Age: Origins Any of my OCs established ships F!Cousland x Anora, F!Warden x Leliana, F!Warden x Morrigan, M!Warden x Morrigan, M!Warden x Zevran, F!Warden x Zevran

Dragon Age: Awakening F!Cousland x Nathaniel Howe, F!Cousland/Anders, F!Warden x Varel

Dragon Age 2 I’ll write for any of the characters and ships in DA2. My favorites are: F!Hawke x Fenris, F!Hawke x Isabela x Fenris, F!Hawke x Varric, M!Hawke x Fenris, M!Hawke x Fenris x Isabela

Dragon Age: Inquisition I like almost all of the ships. I struggle to write Solas so he’s just not available unfortunately. Not that I don’t like his character, I just suck at writing him. My OCs and their ships, Dorian x Bull are some of my favorite. I also love writing interactions that don’t involve smut for the companions as well.

Dragon Age Veilguard (when it comes out as I’m trying to keep away from most of the game information)

Mass Effect F!Shep x Kaidan, F!Shep x Ashley, F!Shep x Garrus, F!Shep x Tali (DON’T CARE IF THEY WEREN’T OFFICIAL, THEY EXIST TO ME).

Mass Effect 2 F!Shep x Garrus, F!Shep x Thane, F!Shep x Zaeed, F!Shep x Garrus x Thane, F!Shep x Tali, F!Shep x Miranda, M!Shep x Jack

Mass Effect 3 Same ship as 1 and 2. I also write F!Shep x James Vega but in the non creepy Citadel DLC way. That doesn’t exist in my canon.

Stardew Valley I’ll write smut about many of the characters in the game. My one farmer is shipped with Harvey and my other is shipped with Leah. If you give me characters I’ll make it work. My only line in the sand is I will not write any cheating.

BG3 *waves hand to OCs* I’ll write whatever for them and their ships. If you request BG3 just give me some options and I’ll figure it out.

Helluva Boss* Established canon ships! I am loving the angst with Blitz and Stolas right now.

Hazbin Hotel* Established canon couples, Angel Dust x Husker (mostly fluff for these two because Angel Dust needs it). I won’t write Alastor in any romantic ships.

My Hero Academia*

I mostly write Reader insert fics for MHA. I also write ships between characters too. Platonic fluff, found family, sarcasm, and anything that is G to T rating is for every character. My main ships: Midnight x Eraserhead x Mic Midnight x Eraserhead Mic x Eraserhead Fatgum x Mirko Fatgum x Hawks Fatgum x Eraserhead All Might x Eraserhead Mirko x Shigaraki (Don’t question it, I love the toxicity of it) Compress x Twice Twice x Hawks Hawks x Dabi

Demon Slayer*

My OC x Rengoku My Demon OC x Muzan Reader Inserts for all the over 18 characters I also write platonic found family for all the characters

Kaiju No. 8*

Hoshina is my absolute favorite character in this show. Kafka Hibino is a close second Narumi (omg the anime did him a disservice so badly) Eiji Hasegawa Haruichi Izumo Iharu Furuhashi Reno Ichikawa

Any any platonic, fluff, cute stuff with any of the characters

Haikyuu

As everyone in the main cast is over 18 by the end of the manga, I’ll write all the characters. It’s mostly Reader Inserts but I’m open to OCs and character x character ships.

One Punch Man

Saitama Genos Atomic Samurai Blast Zombieman

#writing requests #ships and characters #i'm open to a lot #so just send it in and I'll let you know if I can write it or not

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drelldreams · 11 months ago

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masterlist of my rarepairs (romance version)!

bc i’m crazy

under the cut

Shepard rarepairs

Femshep x Shiala

Femshep x Tevos

Femshep x Aria

Femshep x Samara

Femshep x Adrien Victus

Femshep x Nihlus

Femshep x Jack

Femshep x Miranda

Femshep x Zaeed

Femshep x Wrex

MShep x Thane

Shepard OT3’s

Femshep x Samara x Thane

Femshep x Jack x Thane

Femshep x Garrus x Liara

non-Shepard M/M ships

Thane x Garrus

Garrus x Zaeed

Thane x Zaeed

non-Shepard F/F ships

Miranda x Aria

Miranda x Liara

Miranda x Samara

Jack x Samara

Jack x Liara

Tevos x Liara

Aria x Liara

Shiala x Liara

Tali x Liara

non-Shepard F/M ships

Miranda x Garrus

Miranda x Zaeed

Jack x Thane

Wrex x Samara

Samara x Thane

Garrus x Liara

Thane x Irikah

Wrex x Bakara

Wrex x Aria

#rarepairs #ship list #masterlist

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nooblord9001 · 27 days ago

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D6 truths and 7D6 lies

Mordin Solus

D6 Result: 3

Ships: Mordin x...

Zaeed

Garrus

Miranda

The Illusive Man

The Engineer (Team Fortress 2)

Ratchet (Transformers Prime)

Nobody

#Dice Ship Ask Game

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x3no9 · 1 year ago

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Angels, demons and mortals all in one piece! Mass Effect and Starfield fandoms. Featuring Zaeed x male Shep, Jack Subject Zero x Miranda, Hackett x Harper (Illusive Man), Jaylen Pryce x OC male Heinrich, Sam Coe x OC male Heinrich.

Did some AI work on FOTOR and Adobe ;)

#angels and demons #angel of death #mass effect fanfiction #Starfield fanfiction #ai art #jaylen pryce x OC Heinrich #jaylen Pryce X male OC #Zaeed x male shepard #hackett x illusive man #zaeed x jack harper /illusive man

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clericofshadows · 8 months ago

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and yet again, more tags I have to respond to <3 thank you!

ashley is the best way for me to reveal regis lore tbh. kaidan knows too much, I have yet to write zaeed's POV, and I feel like ash as the best friend would be a good sounding board for this stuff as she slowly learns more about him.

definitely a tootsie roll for sure

kaidan's "mission" is overlord. ashley's is X-57. happens sometime during ME2-ish. I feel like it was a good mission for her for a lot of reasons. her being in command of a small team. high stakes with a lot of different outcomes. civilians to balance along with the duty of "justice." ash leans more renegade in my canon (and well, so does kaidan for agreeing to condemn the council and being willing to 'press the button' instead of regis), so I figured she would be the person to make that hard choice to get rid of balak then and there.

regis would too, despite his typical code.

the marred line is a fave of mine too. they all have scars, some more than others.

remembering the good times and the bad... I love the wall and the conversations around it. a good contrast for regis's outward exterior. you wouldn't expect him to care so much, but he does. and that's what sometimes bothers him about the cerberus ship. was he too harsh? could he have been a better person?

wren will definitely fuck you up. one thing I want to write after I eventually finish the LOTSB write-up is all the dossiers (or at least modified ones) and how she approaches them. she's a good person who cares for her friends... but she's not afraid to ruin and use her resources to her advantage, as she should as the broker... side eyeing liara for the hundredth time.

yep ash will definitely speak her mind and wants to help. regis respects that. he wanted to talk to someone that wasn't his lovers, and well, he remembered her religious beliefs and sought a little comfort in that. trusting her to say something that could help ease the mind a bit.

hannah's so complicated I love her. and so is regis. again, I've realized that kaidan's talked to her more than regis has in my fics lmao.

lol kaidan is allergic to wearing shirts. I just find it a funny quirk of his that I yanked from bioware being dumb in his hospital scene. plus it's fun to imagine. what can I say I like alenko buff lol.

zaeed's friendship with ash appearing again! letting kaidan take the reigns a bit on comforting regis while he talks to ash about what she learned. and tbh I'm too lazy to make hot chocolate with milk so I gave that to zaeed lol. it's the thought that counts ;)

ME3 is hard to write tbh because there's so much shit going on but regis is definitely at his most renegade overall. so he's making hard choices and dealing with it, and zaeed hates to see it because the galaxy keeps using him over and over. they'll all be happy to see regis get some rest.

and well, he does. becoming an N instructor... helping with kaidan's academy... opening a biotic program with miranda and vik... but we have a lot to get through before he does <3

thanks!

in memoriam

Description: ME3 ERA--Ashley stumbles upon Regis after dealing with some inner turmoil of her own.

Pairings: Regis Shepard/Kaidan Alenko/Zaeed Massani

Note: been in a slump for a while...but I found myself a little rejuvenated after writing in Ashley's POV again.

Many things could be said about Regis Shepard. Butcher of Torfan. Savior of the Citadel. Destroyer of the Collectors.

To some, even a traitor to the Alliance, even after returning the SR-2 with a dossier full of Cerberus secrets. A condemner of the Council after his actions after the Battle of the Citadel. For every good title, Regis has another worse one lurking underneath.

He almost seems to carry both sides proudly.

To his crew, they never saw him as those titles after shaking off the first initial impressions, getting used to having Commander Shepard as their superior officer. Always surprised at his occasional openness around the crew, memorizing their names, their home planets, their hobbies... preferred shifts and foods, even going so far as to find out if they want to join him for biotic drills if they were attuned as such.

Out on the field, he turned into something else. An aura of command that made everyone want to stand to attention even if ordered to be at ease. A ruthlessness tinged by his glowing eyes and scars, a demon out in the field. Purple biotics a sign of his arrival, ripping through anyone and anything in their path if he deemed it a threat. Obey or die. Crafting alliances and leaving bodies in his path, Reapers and indoctrinated Cerebrus souls no match for him and his forward squads.

But sometimes, late at night, he could be seen standing in front of the memorial wall. Or he'll sit cross legged in front of it, sipping on tea with a book--an honest to God paper book.

Those nights were rare. Some considered them rumors, fake, people trying to stir up trouble on skeleton crew nights.

Ashley knew better. A heart hidden underneath, gleaming gold in the right light. He cared, oh, he cared so much.

Ashley found him one such night, coming up from cargo where she destroyed one of Vega's bags, her body aching under her exertion. Nightmares about X-57. About Balak surviving and still committing atrocities while those civilians burned from her choice.

"Hey, Skipper," she said, cracking her knuckles as she exited the elevator. "Out here on your own?" This was the first night Kaidan was back on board. Hell, some of the crew even picked up on Regis's happier attitude, finally whole again. She figured they would be... celebrating.

Adams will probably put that board up again if he hasn't already. Their resident L2 biotics cause so many sensor issues on a good day.

Even the whole common area was empty. Usually there's at least a few crewmembers about. A couple of marines standing guard in case something happens--what happened for Regis to become so damn paranoid?

Perhaps this is the time to ask.

He closed his book after dog-earing a page. "Yeah."

One word responses. Even from him, that wasn't good.

"Want a friend?"

He inclined his head, which she took as a yes.

She sat down next to him, crossing her legs, saying nothing at first, offering a silent companionship. Part of this felt like some nights on the SR-1, where someone will be up late and inevitably it seemed like someone else would join them. Regis's insomnia was sometimes at it worst during their first mission, and she would run into him often.

She often thought about one such conversation they had where Regis told her about his father's ring. About his recommendations for her.

About Eden Prime.

She and Kaidan sat vigil together many moments after Virmire. After Alchera when they could. Thinking about what they lost. Thinking about what could've been.

A few moments passed in silence.

Her gaze turned to the wall, scanning over the names. This wasn't her first time spending a few moments in front of it, lamenting the dead. Friends from the SR-1. Tanaka, who shared her love for literature, swapping recommendations as they found the time. Pakti, who gave her some tips on how to best mod shotguns. Laflamme, who loved sparring and a good cup of tea.

Newton, Bryant, Chi, Porter... the marines who died in Regis's attempt to save them both.

There were times when she saw her own name up there. She and Kaidan never talked about it. They never will. But, if Regis didn't see Virmire as a winning scenario, she may not have made it off that damn planet.

Is that something she's made peace with? That answer to herself changes all the time.

Some names she didn't fully recognize. They were emblazed with yellow, not the silver of the SR-1 crew. They may have been crewmembers that lost their lives when the Normandy flew under Cerberus's colors. Regis never talked much about his time under their command. It may have been his ship, but she knew he was never in charge.

Killing him every second he was on board.

Three of them belonged to those that lost their lives on his suicide mission. Those she heard about even less, only knowing them because EDI elaborated on them when she asked. A krogan grown to be a genetically perfect soldier, a new destiny. A geth that allied itself with them.

A turian that was almost a part of their crew on the hunt against Saren.

All EDI said regarding them and Regis were that they were never close. Disagreed with some more often than not, but still considered them key parts of the puzzle against the Collectors.

"I didn't take the time to learn much about the Cerberus crew," Regis said after a long sigh. "Sure, I knew their names. 'Ranks.' Designations. Skills. Talents. All the shit I'm obligated to know. But I didn't know them like I did with the SR-1. Couldn't tell you their dreams or their families or their favorite goddamn vid."

"What happened to them?" She asked first.

"There was a mission that needed all of our attention. Normally, I don't send the full crew out. Too risky. But EDI got a signal of something that seemed like another Reaper corpse, this time planet side. So, I called everyone in. All twelve of them. Took our shuttle down. Before we knew it, it was nothing. A fucking trap so the Collectors could board our ship."

That explains the marines.

"They wanted my crew specially, I'm sure, but all of us went down. When we came back, Moreau was the only one left after he and EDI took back the ship. They took the bodies too," Regis said, his voice flat. "Only found out exactly who we lost after Mordin escorted the crew back to the ship. If we didn't attack the base as soon as we did... I may have had no one to save."

Even thinking about hypotheticals. Something must really be bothering him. Normally he's the type to live and let live, never dwelling on what could've been.

"But you did. You succeeded," she said. "I can't imagine what you went through on that damn mission."

He clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing. "I did what I could. It was a success in nearly every definition of the word."

Nearly.

She didn't point out his word choice, sensing a sore spot. "And it got you back to the Alliance. That's the real success."

"Was it? You and I both know the mission Kaidan and I went on before I was officially back."

The Alpha Relay. Hackett's request for a stealthy mission to save a key asset that turned into far more.

Sometimes she thinks about Kaidan and wonders how he decided he was going to be the one to condemn the lives in Bahak.

And she worries about the few she condemned on X-57.

No, that's not fair. None of them should have to make the hard choices like that, no matter how many lives could be at stake.

Regis and Kaidan both made that choice. But she knew Kaidan pressed that goddamn button.

He was quieter now. Even more in control of his perfect Alliance Golden Boy persona.

They all were marred with something now.

"You're still here," she said. "Don't tell me you want to undo Wren's work in keeping that off of both your records."

A sharp laugh escaped him. Bitter, dry, mocking. "No, I'd rather not incur the wrath of our dear Broker."

Just ask him, goddammit.

She turned to face him, and he raised an eyebrow, seemingly aware of what she was going to ask. "You can tell me to fuck off and I will, but what's really going on? You aren't yourself."

She racked her mind for something, anything that could've gotten him in such a dark mood. The date seemed insignificant, he was celebrating the arrival of Kaidan back on the ship, and nothing seemed wrong earlier when discussing their next move.

"You got me," he said, letting out a breath. "Normally, this day doesn't bother me. But today was the day my father died."

Shit. She had no idea.

Unsure if she should apologize or not, she opened her mouth, but he beat her to it. "Don't bother. It's in the past."

"Even so, it's clearly bothering you. Would Adrian want to--"

"No," he interrupted with a finality. "Not him, nor Vik. Vik didn't even know Atlas anyway, but they'll be busy with Adrian. I've already took them both off shift since we won't be able to visit Earth and his gravestone."

Another piece of the puzzle.

"I'm sorry," she said, leaning in closer to him. To her surprise, he didn't push her away, putting his head on her shoulder. She pulled him in. "A tradition?"

"Kinda."

Back to the one word answers.

"You could create a new one," she suggested, but carefully. Not wanting to butt in with advice if that wasn't what he wanted.

"Maybe. Last time we were still on Earth, so we all went. Me, Hannah, and Adrian. While we were prepping for the Reapers..." He trailed off. "Didn't enjoy seeing my headstone there, but it was good updating him on all the crazy shit in my life."

At her look, he continued. "We got it removed. Slipped through the fucking cracks after I came back, but then again..." He trailed off again, and her mind helpfully filled in the blanks.

He may have needed that headstone if his mission failed.

"I wanted to take Zaeed and Kaidan with me, but Zee was out gathering allies and Kaidan was with his spec ops squad. With them here with me, it got me thinking."

And there it is.

When Ashley first talked about her faith, Regis was receptive to it, but admitted he was an atheist and knew very little about it. He knew more about pagan traditions and the asari Athame doctrine. There was a certain... clear attention he gave her every time she brought it up, now knowing he was fine with it.

"I'm sure he's keeping an eye on you now," she offered.

"You think?"

"I know."

He shook his head. "You know, sometimes I've thought about those two fucking years. Did we meet? Or was there nothing? I don't remember anything beyond dying in space and waking up on that damn table," he said, likely for her benefit. She did wonder. Selfishly, she wanted to confirm her beliefs.

"But that doesn't mean there wasn't anything." He let out a huff that almost sounded like a laugh. "Hannah says he would be proud of me. I can almost believe it now from her."

"Almost?"

He closed his eyes. "I've never had a good relationship with her after I became old enough to stop considering space to be the coolest shit ever."

She did know that they weren't close, but beyond that, she wondered why. Hannah Shepard was always a great paragon within the Alliance, continuing to carry a legacy that Regis shattered with Torfan. Not that she considered that as such, but many did.

Alliance royalty and the fallen disciple.

But there were times she met up with Hannah in those two years that showed... regrets from Hannah. The way she would hope that they would never have a Torfan, but to be prepared for something that could become it.

And that they would have her support no matter what. Lurking underneath was guilt from something she did after Regis's notoriety.

Perhaps that's why Kaidan always seemed more subdued, almost judgemental around her.

"Well, then I'll say he's proud of you. Achieving so much and surrounding yourself with incredible people and loving two men that obviously feel the same way," she said, rubbing his shoulder.

He looked up at her, those red eyes softening. "Thanks. I hate to say it, but my mother's and I's relationship got better after my death."

She tried not to flinch at that, but probably failed by the way Regis sighed. "Sorry. I hate having this gap. Fucks up my perception."

"It's hard on all of us," she said, recovering. "I don't like thinking about it, but it happened. Say it all you want, because against all odds, we're stuck with you again."

"Come on, tell me how you really feel," he laughed. Something in him seemed to loosen even as he straightened back up. "What were you doing up?" He glanced at her hands. "Someone went a little hard on the bags."

She rubbed her knuckles. "Did you ever read the reports on the X-57 incident?"

"I did, yes." His tone betrayed nothing.

"That's why I'm up," she said, letting out a sigh. "Sometimes, I think about the choice I made. And wonder if I should've chose different. There are nights that all I see are those damn bodies... the sacrifice I made to ensure Balak would never walk free again."

"Are you asking what I would've done?" Regis asked.

"Yes. No." She let out a frustrated sound. "I don't know. This mission helped secure me both the N7 track and a Spectre recommendation, but all I can think about is what I lost in the process."

"Then that makes you a good person," Regis said. "Don't lose that. Hell, I immortalized my damn squad for a reason." He rubbed the back of his neck, his skull tattoo peeking up from the collar of his hoodie. "Don't forget what you lost, but don't let it consume you either."

He never said what he would've chose. Even knowing Regis and his own personal code--he always tries to save as many innocent lives as possible--she wasn't sure what choice he would've made.

Maybe she doesn't want to know. Could she have survived Torfan, the Alpha Relay, the hard choices on his damn suicide mission? Not to mention his decision to hold back the Alliance fleet back when Saren and Sovereign were their biggest threats.

Best not to dwell on it.

"I'll keep that in mind. I've had to make some hard choices before, but... I don't know. Maybe it's all the shit surrounding that mission that made it hit deeper. All the things I could've done instead."

Regis nodded, looking back at the wall. "Zee and I had a long talk after the suicide mission. I was... not struggling per se but I was dealing with those I had lost. I wasn't close with them. Maybe that contributed, maybe not. In the moment, their deaths felt unavoidable. Still do, most of the time."

He frowned. "But that mission still weighs on me. Maybe even more than Torfan did. Too many outcomes and potential changes. I don't like what ifs... but I also think about what could've been if I put Taylor as the second squad leader instead of Vakarian. Legion with the crew escort. Grunt as my backup against that fucking abomination.... but I didn't make those choices. Could've been worse for us and me. And that's why I don't fucking dwell on this shit. Because it always could've been far worse just as much as it could've been better."

She nodded, pulling her knees to her chest. "It seemed so easy in the moment to deal with Balak and his squad. They were going to kill millions..."

"I understand," Regis said, his voice quiet. More than you know, was left unsaid, but she heard it all the same.

Distantly, she heard the elevator doors open. She turned around, and Kaidan and Zaeed walked out. Kaidan neglected to put a shirt on but was in soft cotton joggers, and Zaeed was in a loose tanktop and shorts.

Surely they knew what was going on today, right?

"We're here to collect our stray Commander," Kaidan said, holding out a hand for Regis.

"Bastard thought he could slip away from us," Zaeed said, shaking his head. "Come on, baby. Let's go back to bed."

Regis didn't defend himself from Zaeed, only reaching up to clasp Kaidan's hand, letting him help him up. Zaeed held out a hand for her to use, and she took it with a smile, using him as leverage to stand up.

"He was good company, though," Ashley said, pulling the attention back to her. "But I'm with you. It's late and I'm going to regret being up tomorrow morning."

"Take some time," Kaidan said, waving her concerns off. "We're in an adjustment period right now."

"Says you," Regis said, kissing him on the cheek. "Sorry for not waking you both. I needed some time."

"I know," Zaeed said. "But still, we're here for a goddamn reason, you know. Kaid, go ahead and escort him back up. I'll make us something to drink."

Kaidan nodded, not protesting at all. Maybe there was a plan to this. Regis didn't protest either, following Kaidan into the elevator.

Once the doors, closed, he walked over to the kitchen and pulled out a few mugs and put some water in the kettle. "Did he tell you?" he asked, reaching for a few hot chocolate packets. She slightly judged him for making it with water, but the gesture was sweet, even grabbing one for her.

"Well, he told me about a lot of things, honestly," Ashley admitted. "But yes, today is the day his father died. I didn't know."

"Not many do," he replied. "Kaid and I were thinking about talking with EDI and replicating a new plaque for the wall."

"I think he would appreciate that. I know he spends... more time than he likes to admit with the wall."

Zaeed nodded, crossing his arms. "I'm still not sure it was a good choice, but it seems to give peace to a lot of people here."

"Does Regis..." she trailed off, trying to figure out how to word what she wants to say without coming off as being too nosy.

"I think I get what you want to ask. Does he suffer from what happened on Alchera?"

"I sometimes forget how damn perceptive you are."

He winked. "Comes with the job." He took a moment to pour the pre-portioned packets into each mug, checking on the kettle. "Almost done," he muttered. He cleared his throat. "To answer the question, yes and no. He visited the site of the crash and recovered as many tags and effects he could all on his own. I insisted that I should go with him, but he refused. He also won't open that damn shutter in the ceiling. Cerberus knew damn well what they were pulling with that shit."

Regis also closes the Observation ones every time he enters. Joker and EDI keep the pilot shutters closed. She's noticed.

They all have.

"Kaidan once told me that Regis's biggest fear was dying in space. I'm surprised he still is willing to be on a ship after that."

Zaeed pressed his lips together in a hard line. "Duty above all else."

"You clearly don't believe that."

"But Regis does and will as long as we have the fucking Reapers to deal with." He scoffed. "Self-sacrificing goddamn idiot. I love him and my heart aches every time he goes out into the field, every time he has to yell at every selfish bastard in this galaxy to step up and do the right thing. And he gets back up each day, to do it all over again. If we win this, he'll either be the most celebrated hero or the biggest goddamn villain."

Regis has been called similar things. A hero for what he did on the Citadel, but more vocal outrage over a human condemning the Council and the Ascension.

And now... Regis has garnered the support of the turians, gained an army in the krogan, dealt a damning political blow to the salarians, and has many other allies in his pocket from what he's done even while under Cerberus's lock and key.

"I hope he gets the rest he deserves."

The kettle sang. Zaeed poured the water into each mug, grabbing a spoon to stir each one up.

"You and me both, Ash." He held out a mug.

She took it. "But we both know that's not going to happen anytime soon."

"And that's why we're here so he's not doing it alone. Good night, Ash. Thanks for keeping him company."

She smiled from behind her mug. "And thanks for the drink."

"Anytime."

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Kinktober 2024: Lingerie

Day 2 of Kinktober. Featuring Marlowe Shepard x Zaeed Massani! Not too many warnings for this one.

Content Warning: the unmitigated sass from both of them, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v, clothes on (does lingerie even count? Well, it stays on) Length: 2.8k

This was stupid, utterly stupid. Marlowe was convinced she was a complete moron for being so weak. She set the bag down on her desk in the ship and turned towards her reports, pushing that stupid damn purchase to the furthest reaches of her mind. She had other shit to worry about and refused to even look at the blasted bag anymore, but didn’t have the heart to throw it out. She picked up the data pad and strolled over to the couch underneath the empty fish tank. The tank that would remain forever empty because she would not have the death of fish on her conscience along with everything else in the fucking galaxy. Except, she bit her lip and went into the bathroom after grabbing the bag. She pulled on the purchase and called herself a fool one hundred times over as she went back to the couch after she finished dressing. She had no one to show the damn lacy shit to, except herself. Though, Marlowe had to admit her ass looked good with that deep blue lace hugging the curves. She could see her nipples through the sheer fabric and they had pebbled in the cool air of the bathroom. The straps were barely held on by tiny bows and she felt ridiculous looking at herself in it. She shook her head and pulled her hoodie on over the lingerie set. She’d take it off when she went to bed that night.

“Shepard, Zaeed wishes to speak with you.” Marlowe looked up at EDI’s voice and set the data pad to the side.

“Go ahead and let him come in.” EDI confirmed and the door slid open with a quiet hiss. Marlowe looked over at him and ignored the thrum of warmth low in her belly. She didn’t need to be thinking about sex in the middle of a war for the galaxy. Not that her pussy listened to her anyway.

“Zaeed, what can I do for you?” She offered him the glass next to her that she’d filled with a shot of rum. The bottle had been smuggled out of the bar before Miranda or any of the others noticed. His fingers brushed hers as he accepted the glass and Shepard fought to suppress the shudder going down her spine. He sat next to her, spreading out and letting his knee brush hers. Marlowe cursed how sensitive she was as she felt the heat pooling between her legs. She darted a quick glance over at him and bit the inside of her cheek as the sweats he wore did nothing to hide his dick. I need to get laid, fucking hell.

“Wanted to thank you for how you handled the refinery mission. I know I bitched at you.” Marlowe’s lips twitched in amusement at the annoyance in his voice.

“How badly did those words hurt you just now?” She leaned forward with her elbow on her knees as she grinned at him. Her braid slipped over her shoulder as she turned her face towards him.

“Like swallowing fucking glass.” Marlowe laughed at his honest answer and she leaned back as she wound down.

“At least you’re honest. For as long as you’ve known me Massani, which granted isn’t long, did you really expect me to just leave those poor people to die?” She turned her body to face him, tucking her legs under her on the couch.

“I expected a Spectre to do what needed doing,” he snapped which earned a scoff from her.

“I may have been given the rank of Spectre, but I am human. First and foremost. I can’t just let innocents suffer, not when I have the ability to help them,” she explained as he simply glared at her. “In the end, we got your revenge on the Blue Suns. Isn’t that all that matters?” She met his glare with a steady gaze that had seen too much shit. He stood up and threw his hands in the air.

“Thought you were tougher than that Shepard.” Marlowe’s lips parted in surprise before she scrambled up. She slid around him and glared at him with her arms crossed under her breasts.

“You think showing kindness makes me weak?” Marlowe hissed at him. She would let a lot of insults slide but this was one she never would. Showing kindness wasn’t weak. Not when cruelty was easier.

“You aren’t focused on the mission. You sure you want to go after these Collector bastards?” Zaeed asked as he poked her collarbone with his finger. Marlowe’s jaw dropped and snapped shut before she pushed him.

“You don’t question me like that Massani,” she said her voice dripping with ice. “If I was so focused on going after the Collectors, then I wouldn’t have made that little pitstop for you.” She glared as he recovered and got in her personal space. Marlowe didn’t back down; in fact she tilted her chin as if daring him to try something.

“You don’t want to get into a pissing contest with me Shepard.” Zaeed’s voice held a note of something that sent a heated throb between her legs. Marlowe already knew she was in deep but no way was she backing down now.

“You don’t scare me Massani,” she hissed back and stood her ground. Her body ached in need for him, she felt her nipples pebbling beneath the hoodie. Marlowe was thankful Zaeed couldn’t see her reaction to him, she’d probably throw herself out the airlock.

“Oh but I should.” Marlowe opened her mouth to retort when he pushed her and she stumbled back. Her back hit the wall and his body slammed against hers, pinning her in place. “What are you going to do now Shepard?” His lips were next to her ear and she couldn’t suppress the shudder this time. Marlowe cursed her body when she felt his go rigid.

“Was that what I think it was Shepard?” He turned and spoke directly into her ear. That god damn voice of his. Fuck. Marlowe bit her cheek to keep from moaning out loud, but the tremble that went through her. She couldn’t suppress that. “Oh it was.”

“Piss off Massani,” she hissed as she pushed against his chest. Zaeed smirked and grabbed her hands in his, pulling them above her head and pinning them against the wall. She glared at him as she struggled to get free, but it was next to impossible. She froze when she felt his hand at her waist, his thumb skimming her hips over the fabric of her jogging pants.

“What’s that Shepard? Fuck me? Is that what you want?” Marlowe sent him a withering glare that melted into a soft moan as his hand slid from her waist to between her legs. “Oh? What’s this?” She clenched her jaw to keep from arching against his hand.

“You’re soaking sweetheart.” Marlowe couldn’t stop her body from reacting to his words and he merely smirked at her as he felt her body melting at his touch. “Just be honest with yourself Shepard.” Marlowe pressed her lips together and glared at him. “Playing stubborn hmm?”

Marlowe’s head hit the wall when his palm ground against her clit. She hissed out a breath as her back bowed from the sparks of pleasure bursting along her body. Her voice bounced off the walls when he leaned in and bit down on her neck. She whimpered when he sucked hard at the skin, leaning back to admire the mark he left.

“Ass.” The breathy whisper only had him grinning at her and she answered with narrowed eyes. Zaeed merely leaned back as he slid his hand up, bringing her hoodie with him. Marlowe remembered what she was wearing beneath it and began to squirm in earnest.

“What’s gotten into you now Shepard?” Zaeed asked before he whipped the hoodie off her head, releasing her hands to do it. Marlowe closed her eyes and turned her head as she braced for the inevitable laughter. She knew shit like that never looked good on her. She had a soldier’s body, not a soft pliable one. Not one meant to wear what she’d bought. Silence was her only answer and she peeked at him, but he wasn’t looking at her face. Her heart hammered in her chest and she shifted to try and shield her body.

“Go ahead and laugh now Massani. Come on.” She crossed one of her arms over her stomach, trying to hide the scars from her resurrection as best as she could. The silence was stifling and she almost wished he’d go ahead and leave or get it over with. Marlowe knew she had no appealing body, which had been made clear enough for her over the years.

She almost jumped when his hands brushed over her waist, pulling her arm away gently. Marlowe dared look at him and her body throbbed at the heat she saw there in his eyes. The hunger there sparked an answering want in her own body. Marlowe sucked in a breath when the backs of his fingers dragged across her lace covered nipple, with his lips curling up in a smirk when it pebbled beneath his touch. His hand spread over her breast, cupping the weight in his hand. Her head fell back against the wall when his fingers tightened on her warm skin.

“Laugh? You expected me to laugh at you?” Zaeed whispered as he leaned in to speak in her ear. Marlowe bit her bottom lip but his other hand reached up tugging it free with his thumb. He stroked her bottom lip in an infinitely gentle touch. She gave in and succumbed to the urge. Her lips closed over his thumb, sucking and groaning around it. “You’re playing with fire here Shepard.”

His voice was hoarse like he was trying to hold back. She reached between them and cupped his dick through his pants. Her fingers wrapped around the solid length of him, earning a short hiss from his lips before he pulled his hands away from her. Marlowe thought she’d gone too far before he grabbed her arm and tugged. She tripped and gasped when he practically tossed her on her bed. “Take off those pants.” Marlowe froze and looked up at him in surprise. “Don’t make me repeat myself Shepard.”

Her hands tugged until the sweats pooled on the floor by the bed. Nerves forced themselves into her mind and she squirmed as she shifted to try and cover as much as she could. The blue lace really didn’t leave much to the imagination. A soft protest left her as his hands grasped her knees and spread her legs for him to kneel between. Her hand pushed against his stomach and she looked up at him in a dazed shock. He was hard. He was hard.

“Were you wearing this on the mission today?” Marlowe shook her head. She couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact he was hard for her. He ran his hands along her thighs pausing only when he got to that dripping center of hers. “Thank fuck. If you had, I would lose my head thinking you were wearing it on the next one.”

“It’s. It’s not practical,” she stammered as he leaned over her, letting his dick graze against her aching pussy. Her sinful moan echoed off the walls of her small room. He tensed over her and Marlowe yelped when he pushed her back against the bed.

“O’course it’s not bloody practical. This shit is designed to drive men crazy.” His thumb slid under one of the straps and tugged, making her breast bounce to his amusement. She glared at him. “Who were you wearing it for?” His lips grazed over her shoulder before resting against her collarbone.

“No one. I just bought it,” Marlowe said gasping when his lips sealed over one hardened nipple. Her hands reached for his hair, her fingers tangling in the strands. “I bought it on a whim.”

He lifted his mouth, leaving her nipple aching for more and the lace damp from his tongue. “Good. Don’t wear this for anyone but me.” Marlowe wanted to retort but his hand stole her thoughts as he teased her clit.

“Cocky, aren’t you?” Marlowe asked on a gasp as stars exploded behind her eyelids. Her fingers drifted down to his shoulders letting her nails dig into the hard muscle there. She felt his groan against the inside of her thigh as he ran his lips along the sensitive skin. “Fuck.”

“Planning on it sweetheart,” he murmured against her thigh as she glared at him. She clapped a hand over her lips when his lips brushed against her clit through the dark blue lace. She jumped when his fingers wrapped around her wrist, pulling her hand away and pinning it against the mattress. His teeth left a mark against the inside of her thigh before he glared at her.

“Don’t you dare cover your mouth. Let me hear you.” A heated wave of pleasure rolled through her at his words and she swallowed nervously. She nodded and he turned back to her quivering pussy. “Good. Now let me hear you Shepard.” He wrapped his arms around her legs, throwing them over his shoulders. He hooked his thumb into the damp fabric and pulled until she was exposed to him. He smirked before his lips sealed over her clit.

Marlowe’s back bowed at the burst of heat between her legs. She cried out as Zaeed sucked hard around her clit. The heat consumed all her thoughts and her lips parted on a wanton moan when he slid two fingers inside of her. The edge was so damn close it was almost embarrassing. Marlowe moaned his name and she felt the shudder going through him. The pleasure coiled tight between her legs and just as it was going to burst he pulled away. She groaned and tried pulling him back down, but he would not move. She whined at him when he kissed along the insides of her thighs before skipping over that dripping, aching part of her. He didn’t go back to her clit until she begged. With a cry from her lips, he dove back in like a man starved. She felt that tension building again and reached for it. Marlowe cursed him and his lineage when he did it the second time.

“Much as I’d love to taste you as you come apart on my tongue Shepard. I want to see you on my cock more.” Marlowe shuddered at his words when he reached between them and freed his cock from his pants. Marlowe rolled her hips when the head of his cock slapped against her clit. He braced himself on his forearms as he eased his dick inside of her. She tightened her hold on him at the burning stretch, but the heat threatened to consume her mind.

“Fuck.” Zaeed groaned as he rested his forehead on the mattress next to her after pushing all the way in her warm body. Marlowe wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to move. “You keep doing that and I won’t last long Shepard.” Marlowe reached up and tugged him down. She felt him stiffen when her lips covered his. One of his hands dove into her hair as he parted her lips with his tongue. She groaned as his hips snapped against hers in a frantic pace, chasing that orgasm for both of them. Marlowe’s head fell back at the pleasure pulsing low and fast between her legs with each thrust from him. The hand in her hair brought her back up and his lips covered hers in another feverish kiss. Marlowe swore she could drown in him.

He swallowed the moans as she trembled under him with the force of her orgasm. Her body clenched hard around his cock and he was lost. Marlowe’s legs tightened around his waist as he helped ease her through the orgasm. He waited until her body went limp beneath him before rolling to the side.

Marlowe struggled to catch her breath from the intensity of that orgasm. It had never been that way for her before. She looked over as he looked at something on the nightstand. She knew this was the part when they went their separate ways. He’d go back to his room and she’d have to find a way to function on the battlefield without remembering how his hands felt on her body or how drugging his kisses were. She turned over on the bed, she didn’t have the guts to watch him leave. It would hurt just a little too much. To her shock, he turned back to face her. Marlowe let out a soft gasp when he wrapped his body around hers, with one arm pulling her tight against his chest.

“You staying the night then?” Marlowe asked.

“Only if you want me to.” Marlowe swallowed and looked down at his arm slung around her waist.

“I do.”

“Then I’m yours Marlowe.”

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Rekindling A Hero Chapter Nine: Performance Review

“A quarantine zone for a plague that kills turians. Why don’t we ever go anywhere nice?”

Shepard turned to Garrus, shooting him a knowing look. After what had been a more complicated task than simply recruiting the salarian professor Mordin Solus, the two of them, along with Jacob and Zaeed were all safely aboard the Normandy again. The smell of poverty and desperation still lingered, tracked in on the ground team’s boots. But, at least for now, they could be rid of Omega. Finding the professor had been trickier than he first thought. Begrudgingly, the commander had required yet another meeting with Aria T’Loak. The unofficial queen of the asteroid had been neither impressed nor annoyed to see him again. She greeted him with the same detached playfulness the two had met with: An apex predator, willing to share her territory with another deadly alien, at least for now. Luckily Miranda had intercepted him before leaving, handing over a data-pad she’d swiped from the Eclipse. Whatever the tablet contained had certainly made the asari more talkative. The help surprised Shepard, but any chance to inquire disappeared. Miranda had remained aboard, apparently busy with reports.

“Garrus, we wore breathers the whole time.” The commander retorted. “Do you really think I’d go into a plague zone without protection?” His brow sank while the turian pretended to mull the question over.

“Hmm… would Shepard charge headfirst into a dangerous situation?” He wondered aloud, his mandibles opening a little. “Well, there was that one mission on Feros, then there was driving the mako into a thresher maw, making an impossible drop onto Ilos, fighting a Reaper on foot…”

“Firstly.” Shepard pointed a finger at the turian. “You drove the mako into that maw. Besides, quarians avoid infection every day. You got the all clear from Mordin, you’re fine.” He smiled at Garrus’ grumble of agreement.

“Speaking of which.” Jacob interjected, breaking up the lovers’ quarrel. “I got word from engineering, the T6 couplings have been loaded up. They’ll start installation tomorrow.”

“I knew Kenn would come through.” Shepard nodded. “See Garrus? I don’t have a bad habit.”

“I’m not complaining; Harrot’s an asshole anyway.” The turian raised his hands defensively. “But you didn’t have to pay the quarian’s way too. The deal was for you to get that elcor off his back.”

“He’s a good kid. It’s not that much money.”

“Uh-huh.” Garrus gave an exaggerated nod. “Sounds like someone with a problem.”

“You should’ve seen him on our first mission.” Jacob joined in. “We were barely planet-side for ten minutes before we ran into a group of quarians. One of them basically leapt into Shepard’s arms.” The Cerberus agent’s grin faded when Garrus turned back to Shepard.

“Tali’s alive?” He asked, his reverberating voice serious.

“Yeah.” Shepard eased his friend’s concern. “New suit, new ship. She’s even giving the orders now.”

“She always was loud for her size.” Garrus chuckled. “I’m surprised she’s not here too. Something happen?”

“Kind of… it’s complicated.” Shepard felt a little self-conscious about the whole thing. “I asked her, but she’s already on a mission. It’s something dangerous, so I’ve got Cerberus looking for her.”

“At least the bastards are good for something.” Garrus noted, ignoring the twinge from Jacob. “She’s in for a hell of a shock, though.”

“I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. Besides, having you here should help a bit.” Shepard gave the turian a hopeful smile.

“Yeah… just like old times.” Garrus joked. He was subtle about it, but he didn’t meet the commander’s eyes.

“Shepard?”

Miranda’s voice pulled the three men out of their conversation. She was standing tall near the small corridor that led to her office, her arms crossed. Garrus showed little interest, placing a hand on the crate of turian beer he’d bought off a sleazy salarian. The two had argued for nearly five minutes inside her run down stall before he parted with two hundred credits for it. Shepard and Jacob however, were taken aback by what they saw. Typically, Miranda Lawson was a perfectly groomed and dressed woman. She either wore her black and yellow Cerberus armour, or one of her skin-tight white and black cat suits. Her face was always made up, with her hair falling around her cheeks. Shepard didn’t like the woman, but she was undeniably beautiful. However, instead of all that, she was dressed in a simple black tank top, with a pair of loose fitting track pants. Her shoes were a pair of comfortable lace-up runners, and her thick head of black hair was tied back in a loose ponytail. The top itself had a small orange Cerberus logo, because of course it did. Shepard didn’t disguise the surprise on his face, seeing the ice queen herself out of her uniform. Even Jacob, who he figured must have known her for some time mirrored his expression.

“Something I can do for you, Miranda?” Shepard asked, his tone cool.

“Get changed and meet me in the cargo bay.” She instructed, her eloquent pronunciation carrying that grating hint of an order. For someone like Miranda, he knew it was intentional.

“Got something planned for me?” He inquired, prodding a little.

“Performance review.” She answered, shaking the duffle bag she had slung over her shoulder. “See you in five minutes.” Without waiting for an answer, she strutted toward the elevator. Her baggy attire did little to hide her figure.

Shepard let out a frustrated snort. For a woman who’d saved his life just the day before, she had an uncanny ability to irritate him. He shifted in his chair; suddenly quite aware of the discomfort his hard-suit was causing him. Slipping into fatigues again didn’t sound too bad. Awkwardly standing up from his seat in the mess hall, Shepard guessed at what Ms Lawson’s “performance review” could entail. Judging from her clothes, it would be something physical. And from that nasty little look in her eye, probably something violent as well.

“Either of you tagging along, maybe place a bet?” He asked the two men.

“As tempting as it sounds to watch you beat up Cerberus…” Garrus pondered. “…I’ll pass. I’m gonna crack open one of these beers and see if I got ripped off. Maybe go annoy Joker when the buzz kicks in.” Shepard shook his head, turning to Jacob.

“Sorry Commander. I know better than to intrude on whatever Miranda’s got planned down there. Good luck though.”

Brushing off Jacob’s obvious smirk, Shepard left the mess hall. The elevator was waiting for him, whisking him up to the captain’s cabin in a second. He entered the spacious room, enjoying the solitude for a moment. Unlike the previous mission, curing the plague ravaging Omega’s slums had been a far more standard affair. With Zaeed, Jacob and Garrus he’d made short work of the handful of Blue Suns mercs between him and the far side of the district. Things had gone smoothly enough. Karin had been frustrated, but she’d cleared Garrus for duty. Most of the gauze and bandages had come off now, with only a rugged long-term dressing covering the most vulnerable part of his injuries. The scaring on the left side of his neck and face would take longer to heal, but internally the turian could perform to full capacity.

It was still hard to see him like that, his faceplates and mandible chipped and broken. Garrus did his best to hide it, but Shepard caught his flinches of pain whenever a cold breeze caught the scarring. It was going to be a rough adjustment, something his friend should never have endured in the first place. Despite the situation, the turian had remained in high spirits. His sense of humour certainly hadn’t waned, as much as the commander sometimes wished it had. His species was already hard to read with their lack of complex facial expressions. Coupled with a layer of easy banter, ascertaining his true headspace was nearly impossible. Shepard had noticed the bodies in the apartment. They’d all been bagged and lined up; care had been taken with them. He chided himself for not asking about them, for instead dumping his own problems on Garrus instead. Damn it, he couldn’t just expect to lean on everyone else.

That wasn’t the only thing eating away at him. As the commander peeled himself out of his armour and into his uniform, the professor’s assistant returned to the forefront of his mind. Unlike Mordin, the young human had decided to go out into the plague zone, trying to bring the cure to the victims who hadn’t made it to the salarian’s clinic. Finding him in the middle of all the fighting had been a stroke of luck. After wiping out a vorcha squad, Shepard had overheard the assistant begging a group of batarians to let him go. Unsurprisingly, the four-eyed bastards had reverted to their typical anti-human racism. Convinced the young medic had brought the virus with him in his cure bag, they were right in the middle of threatening torture when the commander had decided enough was enough. All it took was a nod to his squad, hell Garrus just needed to catch his eye. The lead batarian choked out the last words of his threat through blood as the four of them were gunned down.

The assistant barely had time to react before he was the only one left standing. With blood on his face, the young man became hysterical, yelling about how he’d came to help them, how Shepard had murdered them in cold blood. The kid was traumatised, probably still in shock from the whole ordeal. The commander wasn’t going to get angry at a few insults. But looking over the bodies, it was clear none of the batarians were soldiers. What weapons they had were poorly maintained, and all of them were in the early stages of infection. One of them already had sores opening on his face, like the ones he’d seen on the batarian slumped over near the district entrance. The ranting plague victim he’d stepped over on his way to the clinic, comfortable in leaving to his gruesome death. These four had deserved the bullets they got, but that other victim… Shepard felt a tug in those last moments to do something, and he’d ignored it. Garrus hadn’t said anything; neither had anyone else. They just kept moving, like nothing happened.

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