#Shaeed

[clericofshadows]

REGIS SHEPARD AND ZAEED MASSANI CITADEL DLC DATE MEET UP

[charlatron]

Once again, @schoute made my dreams come true. Thanks so much, lovely. You are a treasure ❤️

[crescentbunny]

Specreqs 2023 reveals are out, and as you can tell, my piece was Shaeed centric. If you enjoy two damaged people wishing they weren't perfect for one another - then this is a story for you!

“Dammit, Zaeed—” she tried unsuccessfully to pry his fingers from her. “Fine. You just get it, ok? You get what it’s like to make sick decisions and live with them, and you don't feed me a bunch of bullshit to make it better. It’s not better, it’s never better. You don’t look at me like you pity me, and you don’t look at me like you are begging me to save you.” She finished her little tirade with a higher pitch than she would have liked.

He was gazing up at her with an inscrutable emotion on his face now, and she desperately wished she could rewind the last few seconds.

Finally he nodded, just a quick incline of his chin before he pulled his hands away to tuck them behind his head again.

Agitation creeped through her blood, trying to suffocate the lust smoldering there. “Wait, that’s it? All that wheedling and you give me a bro nod. What the fuck, Zaeed?”

He shrugged. “I thought you might cry about daddy issues or something. I didn’t think it would be that deep. Now I don’t know what to say.”

“Well holy shit, I’ve made Zaeed ‘stories’ Massani at a loss for words. Sorry to burst your bubble, but you’re the only old fart I’ve ever fucked.”

[ferindencadash]

"BUNNY"

And

Sadist Jack (warm feelings) blood play

Pleeeeeeeeeeeasssssse

So I realized after you asked that I actually do have something written for the "bunny" one. 😅So you win the wip prize! There's not much yet, but it's under the cut! (along with Jack thoughts)

From his table in the darkest corner of the room, Zaeed Massani watched as Commander Fucking Shepard herself entered the shittiest bar on Omega. Sure, she was in her civvies, a plain black hoodie covering her trademark red hair, jeans so tight they could have been painted on, but the merc had spent enough time with her on the battlefield that he could recognize her by her walk alone. He briefly considered that the polite thing to do would be to alert her to his presence, give her the option of joining him but he had never been known for his manners. Besides, people didn’t come to this shithole looking for a nice conversation, they came here to drink, fight, or fuck. While Zaeed would never have expected the Hero of the Citadel to show up in a place like this, he supposed it wasn’t that strange. Everybody needed a stiff drink alone once in a while.

So when some dumb young kid in Blue Suns getup made his way across the room and leaned on the bar next to her, lecherous intentions clear in his leering gaze, Zaeed chuckled to himself, waiting for Shepard to toss the little shit on his ass.

Instead, he saw Shepard toss back the contents of her glass, slide off her barstool, and head toward the bathrooms with the man in tow.

Zaeed shook his head hard, like he was trying to clear the image from brain. He had to be imagining things. He wasn’t that far in the bag yet, but maybe his bad eye was playing tricks on him and that wasn’t actually Shepard he had seen. No, he was sure it had been. This must be part of some mission. The guy could be some kind of informant or something. Or maybe she’s just looking for a quick fuck, his brain helpfully supplied. He growled under his breath. It wasn’t that he had her on some kind of fucking pedestal. She was a red-blooded marine and he was sure she enjoyed a good tumble as much as the rest of them. But surely she had better taste than this?

That's as far as I've gotten with that one, sadly. After this, it switches to Shep's pov in the bathroom. The "Bunny" part is the random bar guy asking her name, and she just stares at him and deadpans "Bunny", because she's obviously not here to make any real connections. 😅

Then Zaeed busts into the stall, tosses the poor guy on his ass (pants around his ankles) and tells Shepard there are better options if she's that hard up for a fuck. You can probably figure out where it goes from there. ;)

(I legitimately cannot remember how I was planning to work the "daddy issues" line into it.)

As for the Jack idea, there's really not much. I was just thinking about the line in her loyalty mission about "getting warm feelings during a fight". We know she likes things a bit rough in bed, and it just makes sense to me that, with her conditioning, she would be a sexual sadist.

I'm also really interested in trying to get into the mindset of a sadistic character. I'm very much a masochist myself, but I'd like to examine the flip side of the coin and try to work out what makes them tick.

I also just really like blood play, and there aren't enough fics with it. 😅

Thanks for the challenge and the ask! ❤️This really is encouraging me to get writing. :)

[outpost51]

Linger

For @equusgirl for the N7 Exchange 2022 (I know I'm late)

Lin·ger / ˈlɪŋ gər : to stay in a place longer than necessary because of a reluctance to leave, or the reluctance of one's Commander to take care of her goddamn self.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5,426

Warning(s): violence, explicit sexual content

Preview below the cut.

{READ HERE ON AO3}

Shepard was at it again. She’d carried the weight of the galaxy for too long and her knees had given out, and she didn’t handle fucking up half as well as the rest of the fuckups on the crew. Mordin had a hand in fucking up the krogan and he was jolly well and good, singing to himself all the time. Jack was just all kinds of fucked up, but at least the girl knew how to have a good time doing it. Thane and Samara both had fucked up their kids, and they were atoning for it with peace and dignity and a whole lot of righteous murder. Hell, Miranda practically bathed in her fuckups. Garrus – well. He was the exception, not the rule.

And him – he wore his fuckups where the world could see them, same as Garrus, but at least he didn’t take it out on the poor ship. No, Zaeed had his own stress relief in the form of his big, smashy trash compactor. He loved that goddamn thing.

[misseffect]

✨WIP Whenever✨

Tagged by @otemporanerys - thank you!

Tagging @angry-jager and @diaphanouso

Flashpoints is a shakarian AU but I'm allowing myself a little ill-advised shaeed fling. as a treat 😌😌

Zaeed almost looks surprised when he finds her at the door. Like he didn't really expect her to show.

“Drink?” he says, as she follows him in.

The room is smaller than she expected, though maybe that’s the trade-off for the balcony; Shepard can see a door handle and a slice of midnight peeking through long, half-drawn curtains on the far wall.

The surfaces are messy in patches: an open carry-on spilling sleeves and trouser legs onto the floor, discarded packets and open water bottles by the bed, a near-empty glass of whiskey on the end table by a dark green chesterfield sofa. The only light is two bedside lamps, sending long, soft shadows up the walls.

“Skip the preamble,” Shepard sets her bag on the vanity. “I know why I’m here.”

“Suit yourself.”

Zaeed crosses to the end table and slings back the last finger of whiskey. Shepard watches his shoulders through the movement, his dark blockwork tattoos just barely showing through his shirt, coiling above his collar and below his shirtsleeve. Whatever he says about smoking and drinking, he hasn’t let himself go.

He turns, one hand in his pocket, and beckons her with a finger. Shepard walks despite the indignity of being summoned, gratified by the way his eyes slide from her thighs to her tits, and when he kisses her it’s slow and dirty and tastes like whiskey.

It all feels refreshingly simple: he's rough in a careless, practised sort of way, curling one hand into her hair and mapping her out with the other – tits, arse, hips, back, in that order – while Shepard hangs on his collar. He smells equal parts better and worse up close; a soupy blend of stale cigarettes and faded cologne, both expensive, both differently intoxicating.

This is a bad idea. Maybe her best bad idea yet.

[thessiansunfish]

The scream I scrumpt…

i like having them share things and do things for each other because they are both selfish assholes

[rohitgautamphotography]

Shaheed Diwas | भगत सिंह का पैतृक गांव-पंजाब | Bhagat Singh Ancestral Ho...

[inmyworldblr]

Balraj Sahni and Nutan in a still from Sone Ki Chidiya (1958)

| dir. Shaheed Latif

[clericofshadows]

CLERIC'S MODEL SWAPS REGIS SHEPARD/ZAEED MASSANI WHAT IF: Zaeed had a fling...?

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

My great friend @clericofshadows was beyond super kind enough to give me a blend file with her Shep, Regis, in it and give me permission to make a render and a poster of him to add to the mix with all the others, since he is also a part of Soph's canon! :) Regis is Soph’s Butcher of Torfan, an instructor at the Villa, and he’s also married to Zaeed in her canon. Since I usually give little nods to him in the rants I do with Zaeed posts, I thought I'd repost them back next to each other! ;)

MEET THE CREW OF THE NORMANDY SR-2 (2185)

Overseen by Admiral Steven Hackett, the undercover operations undertaken by the Normandy crew in 2185 are sponsored by the Alliance Shade program following Sophie Oliveira-Shepard's coup from Cerberus after her resurrection. The mission? Traverse the Terminus Systems. Collect intelligence on the thing that killed her in 2184. Save the galaxy by any means necessary. The only issue? The darker secrets lurking under the surface. Like the machinations and strings being pulled by someone behind the scenes that seem to keep dragging old crew members into new dangers. And the old enemies... wearing familiar faces. MIRA'S MORE CANON MASS EFFECT 2 AKA: The actual, canon crew of the Normandy SR-2. ;) Mass Effect 2: Legendary Edition (2021) Rendered: Blender Eevee

[chaiaurchaandni]

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[ferindencadash]

I have finally completed my first multi-chapter fic!! \o/

It's a Mass Effect, pre-ME1, Zaeed/FemShep pairing.

It was both super fun and utterly exhausting, and I think I will stick with one-shots for a while. 😅 It's far from perfect, but I'm damn proud of myself for finishing it!

If you want to check it out, you can find a link below, but please note it comes with a HEFTY dose of content warnings. Please heed appropriately.

[arts-butthound]

Shaeed fluff? Coming from you?

15. Trembling hands

🖤🖤🖤

Okay, I had a lot of feelings today and I managed to twist them into something I think. Also I got a little carried away.

Also here's this song that put me in my feelings this afternoon:

Her Hands Were Shaking

Her hands were shaking.

Well, all of her was shaking, trembling. Somewhere in the utter dark, halfway off the mortal coil, she laid beneath the rubble, dying very slowly. She drifted in and out of consciousness, the moments she was awake were hardly lucid, visited as she was by hallucinations in the dark. But then the wreckage started to move, and the shot of adrenaline that sent through her heart set all of her muscles on fire.

It wasn't until familiar, armored hands wrapped around her and hoisted her out of the rubble and broken glass that she'd resigned herself to becoming a part of for what little remained of her life. But the one person more stubborn that she was found and dragged her carcass out of the rubble.

She hated him for it then. Jane tried to tell him to fuck off and let the dead get some goddamn rest. She'd done what she had been brought back to do, was it so much to ask that she get a permanent vacation?

But all that came out was a pitiful whimper, a cry of pain and desolation. She lost consciousness again before she could curse at him and whoever else refused to just let her go in peace.

Her hands were shaking.

Panting, the world came into focus slowly, machines screamed and beeped. Hands were on her, panicked voices spoke words she couldn't understand yet. Jane had a creeping sense of deja vu, like she'd done exactly this before, but the memory was too far away for her to really understand.

Raw fear built and she tried to sit up, she needed to leave. She didn't know where she was, she didn't even know who she was but she knew everything was wrong.

A different hand squeezed hers. “Go back to sleep, Shepard,” he broke through the panic in the room and in her brain. The world grew bleary and unfocused again, and she forgot it even happened.

When she woke up again, still connected to so many machines the electric buzzing from the power supplies threatened to overwhelm her, he was still there. Sitting in a shitty foldout chair in what little room there was in between all of the medical equipment. Shepard groaned, “I must be in hell if I'm in a hospital and you're here.” She tried to smile but every part of her felt like it was on fire, a pained grimace curled at her lips instead.

He rolled his eyes, leaning forward with one arm propped on his knee, “Hell'd be more entertaining. Think this must be goddamn purgatory. Watching you take a weeks-long nap was about to bore me to tears, some of us have work to do, you know?”

“What are you doing here, Zaeed?” Her voice was changed, raspy, dry, and weakened. She felt small, listless. Shifting her head took a gargantuan effort, like a newborn baby unable to hold up its own head.

“Someone had to keep the vultures and boot-lickers away,” he said quietly and looked down at his feet.

Shepard closed her eyes. “Sure,” she said just before dripping off to sleep again.

Her hands trembled, covered in pine needles and bile, as she tried to push herself back up. Tears streaked down her cheeks, and she wretched again. She didn't know where she was. Jane had been running towards the beam desperate to end the invasion, when she'd tripped and fell, hitting her head. There were trees all around her now. Blood was in her eyes.

Intentional footsteps snapped twigs, and crunched through dried leaves. “Coming up behind you, Janey,” he warned her just above a whisper. He crouched next to her, examining her face without touching her, concern knitted in his brow. “Do you know where you are?”

“No,” she cried pitifully. Her hand slipped out from under her weight, his were there to catch her before she ate dirt again.

Zaeed wiped the grime off on his pants before brushing hair off of her face so he could look at the cut above her eye. “Middle of nowhere, West Virginia so you can get some peace. Reapers are dead, you fucking dropped them out of the sky.”

Her head hurt so bad, but after a few quiet minutes of trying to pace her breathing with his, she was able to put the pieces back together. It had been months since the hospital. They'd never even really talked about whatever … this was, but in the aftermath of the near end of the world, they hadn't been able to part ways. “From you, that sounds like hero worship,” she said trying to crack a joke. She couldn't mask the trembling in her voice, the anxiety in wide, panicked eyes.

“If I wanted to kiss your ass, Shepard, I'd just pucker up and do it,” he shook his head and helped her up. “Let's get you cleaned up, Jane. I've seen enough of your blood to last a lifetime.”

Her hands were shaking, but they found their home held in ones that were steady.

[beardedmrbean]

Mexican troops on patrol killed 12 gunmen in a clash near the U.S. border in Tamaulipas, according to the government of the northeastern state, which has been rocked by violence linked to organized crime. The slain attackers were alleged members of a drug cartel, government sources told AFP.

The shootout occurred when soldiers were patrolling Miguel Aleman municipality on the border with the United States, the office of Tamaulipas's spokesperson for security said on social media.

It said members of the Secretariat of National Defense (Sedena) "were attacked by armed civilians who were hiding in the bush" at around 2 pm local time.

The clash left a dozen assailants dead and soldiers seized "12 long weapons, cartridges and magazines of various calibers," it added.

State government sources confirmed to AFP that the 12 attackers, alleged members of a drug cartel, were killed in the incident, during which the military also used drones and a helicopter.

Situated on the U.S. border, Tamaulipas is one of the states hardest hit by violence linked to organized crime.

It is the site of constant clashes between gangs fighting over lucrative drug trafficking routes.

Four U.S. citizens, two of whom later died, were kidnapped at gunpoint after crossing the border into Tamaulipas state in a minivan in March last year. Americans Zindell Brown and Shaeed Woodard died in the attack; Eric Williams and Latavia McGee survived. A Mexican woman, Areli Pablo Servando, 33, was also killed, apparently by a stray bullet.

The Gulf drug cartel turned over five men to police soon after the abduction. A letter claiming to be from the Scorpions faction of the Gulf cartel condemned the violence and said the gang had turned over to authorities its own members who were responsible. 

Last month, Mexican marines detained one of the top leaders of the Gulf cartel. Mexico's Navy Department said in a statement that marines had detained a suspect it called "one of the key leaders of one of the most powerful criminal organizations in Tamaulipas," adding he was "one of the main targets of the Drug Enforcement Administration," but did not provide his name.

Mexico has registered more than 420,000 murders and 110,000 disappearances -- most attributed to criminal groups -- since the launch of a controversial military anti-drug offensive in 2006.