#Turian sweetheart

[guardevoir]

100 days of art, 78/100 - still stuck in Turian Hell. I needed some more folks for Virgil's backstory, so here's Favilla Nemonda; she usually gets referred to as "Nemo". She's Virgil's cabal leader/biotics mentor/mildly unhinged honorary aunt.

Her parents trained her for her role in the Cabal pretty much since she was born and it is frankly a miracle that she turned out more or less well-adjusted.

[sol-consort]

Do you think there is human/krogan porn and human/krogan relationships? (Feel free to expand that into having a Krogan roommate, I love your alien roommate drabbles)

if a romance drama film about a krogan and a human falling in love/overcoming their different cultures got widespread in the milky way enough for the Andromeda initiative to pack it up amidst the other media records, then not only is there porn for this category but an over abundance of it.

But I see it being considered taboo and controversial amidst krogans to be with a human. The only reason we're even considered "datable" is through the process of elimination.

A Korgan would either eat their own quads than smooch a salarian. They'd rather cave their own skull in than ever sleep with a turian. The asari are sexy to them, but they're also partially responsible for wronging them in the past. Plus, most asari avoid krogans because they fear commitment and long-lasting relationships with their equal lifespans. Quarians are chill, but there are very few of them to go around, and many many krogans.

Leaving...the humans. The soft squishes. Only winning first place courtesy of all other contestants shitting the bed. Congratulations to humanity.

Yeah, we're not exactly a tasty cut from the sexual appeal pie to them. We're too soft, too fragile, and we have too few organs. Traits that turians find hot in us would turn the krogans off instead.

They like us for what we're not rather than what we are. Humans are not as ugly as turians, humans are not as annoying as salarians, humans are not as condescending as asari, humans are not.

They do, however, enjoy our art, find it endearing that we still attempt to drink krogan liquor despite it possibly putting us in an early grave. Humans party hard and keep up with krogans. The rest of the galactic species are too uptight. And despite our inflated egos, sometimes our bite lives up to our bark.

The problem is, would a human survive sexual Intercourse with a krogan? What's uh the situation down there? What are we dealing with in the trenches? I doubt whatever we have to offer is enough to satisfy them.

Sexually and attractiveness wise, humans are a 4/10 at best to krogans. Romantically, however? You've seen them follow in humanity's footsteps when it comes to courting rituals. The flower bouquets, the poems, the slow dancing. They're awkwardly mimicking us.

A krogan roommate wouldn't care the least bit about you being half naked lounging on his lap, but he'd have to resist melting into a puddle whenever you cup his face, call him honey, sweetheart, beloved, darling, any of your silly human petnames that hold a vice grip on each of his hearts for some reason.

He would think about it for centuries if you ever tuck a flower into his armour. Dream about it every night that one time you came drunk home and insisted on dancing with him to slow music in the kitchen, teaching his the steps, swaying together with melodic music playing in the background.

A hug, the simplest show of affection of all, coming from a human, is enough to send a krogan to their knees.

[strawberrykidneystone]

Interspecies Liason

garrus vakarian x female shepard fluff

summary: after being gone on Omega on a solo mission away from the crew to help aria, shepard needed a break. luckily, the 7 foot turian she was thinking about was waiting for her in her cabin.

a/n: i literally tried to romance someone else the second time i played mass effect but i just ended up with garrus again LMAO

tags: fluff, shepard is tired, ooc bc garrus says i love you before the end, cuddling

ao3 version

after dealing with cerberus and resisting shooting petrovsky in the head for the bullshit he was spewing about them someday being friends, shepard needed a distraction before they headed back out to save the galaxy again. she boarded the Normandy again and nodded tiredly to traynor as she hastily made her way into the elevator. she pulled off her headpiece and started peeling off her armor as the lift rose up to her cabin, leaving her in a tank top and armored bottoms as she held the discarded attire in her arms. the elevator dinged and she crossed the small corridor, the weight of her shoulders dropping slightly as the door opened up to the familiar space that she had made her own.

but there was an "intruder" in her room.

fortunately, it was just the turian she wanted to see.

he had his back to her as he was adjusting her bedding, it looked like he had changed her sheets and comforter cover while she was off on her mission. her shoulders relaxed as a warm smile tugged on her lips. garrus wasn't always good with his words, but he knew how to show that he cared for her through other means. he brought extra pillows from his own bed, he rarely slept in his room anymore and shepard was more than happy to have him in her cabin. he wasn't in his usual armor, instead, he was wearing his green and blue loungewear over his plates.

shepard quietly walked up to him from behind and wrapped her arms around his torso, nuzzling her cheek into his soft shirt, "hey there big guy."

her thumbs ran up and down his sides as he chuckled, his chest humming happily. he rested his arms over hers and his blunt talons brushed against her skin, "you're back."

he turned around in her arms to face her and cupped her face with his hands, his eyes quickly darting over her to make sure that she wasn't injured. as his eyes ran over her body, he saw that she was already in the process of getting undressed. his mandibles quirked up with an expression that she had come to know as a teasing one, "couldn't even wait until you were in the room to get undressed for me? how unbecoming of you commander."

shepard groaned and shook her head, leaning her forehead against his chest, "we finally got all the gangs on our side, i know the backstreets of omega a little too well for my liking."

garrus placed his hand on back of her head and petted her hair softly, his other hand rested on her hip. "you did good shepard, now it's time to get some rest."

"but-"

"no buts, the galaxy can wait a bit. even the great commander shepard needs rest."

shepard sighed in defeat and nodded, looking up at him. garrus leaned his head down and pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes in contentment. his hand moved from her hip and started rubbing her back, his thumb moving in circles every so often. shepard's posture softened as she hugged his waist, pulling him as close to her as possible while still keeping his forehead against hers, reveling in the turian's traditional kiss.

"come on, lets get you to bed sweetheart," garrus leaned down and pressed his lip plates against shepard's soft lips. she smiled into the kiss and pulled away, stripping down her armored pants which left her in her tank top and underwear.

garrus pulled her to their shared bed by her hand, falling back and pulling her on top of him. she quickly clung to him and closed her eyes, letting herself relax. shepard tried to forget about the reapers, the galaxy relying on her, the alliances she still needed to make, and all the lives lost, god it was all just too much sometimes.

but then, she looked up at garrus and it all seemed to melt away. he was here with her at this moment and that was enough. he was her world, everything else didn't matter while she was safe in his arms.

"i love you vakarian."

"i love you too shepard."

[lilmissnatcat24]

the first reunion

needless to say, horrible nasty ridiculous turn left spoilers below the cut:

Shepard looked at the man. He was a turian, tall and imposing and looming over her. Horizon had no turians, either. Other than a handful of volus to help orchestrate intergalactic trade and one asari wife, there were no aliens on the entire colony. He stared down at Shepard-- at least, she thought he was. He still wore his helmet, he was nothing more than a mass of hulky black armor with a glowing red trim and red visor over where his eyes would be. 

A million questions surged through Shepard’s head. They swam in a muddied puddle that made it impossible for Shepard to extract which one was the most important one to ask. So, she asked the most simple question she could: 

“Who are you?” 

The turian seemed to be knocked out of his trance. He stopped staring directly down at Shepard and began rifling through the shelves. Shepard realized that he had brought her to one of the general stores in the colony. He pilfered through the different displays, throwing anything that apparently was of no use onto the group like some haphazard toddler. 

“Ask me a better question.” 

It was more of a demand than anything else. Shepard wasn’t quite in the mood to play the question game with some lumbering hunk of a turian that refused to take his mask off indoors like some sort of douche. “I beg your pardon?” 

He sighed, exasperated as if Shepard was some mild inconvenience to him. “We do not have a lot of time. You need to pick your questions very carefully. Now, ask me a better question.” 

“Or, you could just tell me what I need to know,” Shepard said testily, her anger rising in her chest. “Instead of this demeaning game of cat-and-mouse.” 

The turian seemed to find what he was looking for, ripping open green plastic bags and dumping what looked like pills in his hand. “Would that I could, sweetheart. Do as I say.” 

“I am not your sweetheart,” Shepard said. 

He paused, only for a moment, before hurrying back over to her and squatting down to her level. “Now that, I am perfectly aware of. Eat this.” 

“What is it?” Shepard said warily. 

“When I said you need to ask better questions, this wasn’t one of them. Eat,” he demanded, shoving the pills into Shepard’s mouth. 

As soon as she bit down, Shepard twitched in pain. It was as if someone had punched her clean across the nose, their knuckles soaked in eucalyptus. The pills made it seem as though they reached up into Shepard’s brain and tickled it with a feather. Her eyes watered, her mouth burned with a spice that wasn’t hot but instead cold. As she swallowed them, she felt the burn radiate down her windpipe and into her stomach. 

“What the fuck was that?” 

“You humans call it wasabi,” the turian said, a smug note in his voice that was overwise obscured by the helmet’s speaker. “More universally in the galaxy, it’s called a kick in the quads. Now stand up.” 

Shepard didn’t realize the feeling was back in her limbs. She stood, still shakily, still not too confident in her abilities to not fall flat on her face. But she stood, which was more of an improvement than she could have said five minutes ago. 

[dwarrowdams]

WIP Whenever

I was tagged by @iheartgarrus, @dispatchwithlove, and @diaphanouso!

I've been deep in the trenches of Measurements lately, so here's a sweet little moment from a forthcoming chapter.

[Liv had] always enjoyed giving massages, but doing so for a turian lover was a new experience: one that she was enjoying thoroughly.  She liked learning the feel of his plates and his hide, figuring out which kind of touch felt best on each.  From the satisfied sounds Garrus made whenever she massaged the tension out of a sore spot, he was enjoying this as well.  Liv took her time as she moved down his legs to his feet, pushing away her urge to find out if turians were ticklish.  Instead, she focused on massaging the oil into his ankles and feet, surprised by how similar the muscles and tendons there were to human anatomy.  Once she’d finished, she settled beside him, twisting to get some of the kinks out of her own back. “There,” she said, reaching up to stroke his fringe.  “Did that help?” She rested a hand on his upper back and felt the steadiness of his breath, the way he’d been quiet and relaxed since she’d reached his thighs, and realized that he’d fallen asleep.  She gazed down at him for a moment, admiring the curve of his waist and the strength of his legs, before grabbing a blanket from the closet and draping it over him, careful not to wake him. He barely stirred at the contact, but Liv waited to get into bed.  She didn’t want to move too much and wake him. He was making that purring noise again, and Liv tried to forget everything she’d read about what it might mean about his feelings for her.  For all she knew, it could have happened simply because she was someone he could relax with and had little to do with whether or not he was interested in her romantically. She reached out to stroke his fringe, gazing fondly down at him.  “I care about you too, sweetheart,” she murmured.  “Probably a lot more than I should.”

Tagging @aeriamamaduck, @angry-jager, and anyone else who'd like to participate!

[callista-curations]

Adrien "Daddy" Victus

i have a lot of feelings for him 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

SEND ME A CHARACTER AND I’LL DO THIS

Sexuality Headcanon: bi, absolute softie and pillow princess, doesn't have a kinky bone in his body

Gender Headcanon: cis

A ship I have with said character: Castis...

OK so like... Adrien's wife dies in the Reaper war, when he left Palaven for Menae she refused to join him and she ended up dying there, it was HARD on him (and on Castis too). He ends up marrying again after the war and having a daughter, but it doesn't last, it's too much of a political/trophy marriage (and he's kinda swooning over Castis all the time) and they divorce.

The daughter stays with him, but because of his work Castis also helps take care of her, by the time she's around 10 she's absolutely latched on to the feelings her father has for Castis and gives them the shock of the lifetime when she asks why they aren't together.

A BROTP I have with said character: GARRUS GARRUS GARRUS GARRUS

A NOTP I have with said character: None really

A random headcanon: Always was strongly critical of the treatment of turian biotics, in middle school he had a girlfriend who was a biotic. Looks up to Saren a lot.

General Opinion over said character: He's a sweetheart with too many good intentions, the universe is just hard on him.

[impishbiscuit]

I want to know about "a google walks into a bar" pls

As you wish

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She hates Jack.

No, that’s a lie; she really doesn’t hate Jack, but she hates that Jack demanded a birthday party at Afterlife, of all things, instead of a nice and normal, quiet party back on the Normandy with cake.

Shepard likes cake. She can deal with cake. Hell, she’d even be willing to bake the cake herself if it meant she didn’t have to be here. Shepard’s not a great chef, but she can make cakes, and has indeed made several at varying points during this grand Cerberus venture. She’d be happy to make a cake as extravagant as Jack wants—multi-tiered, with sprinkles, whatever. She’d even bust out the fondant for Jack.

But no. Jack doesn’t want a quiet party with cake. Jack is Jack, and that means a nightclub with strippers and shots and dancing. Shepard doesn’t dance (not this kind, anyway). Shepard doesn’t have anything to do with strippers—she blushes too much and can’t look them in the eye, too taken aback and distracted by abundant quantities of cool-colored skin. Shepard stays at home where it’s nice and quiet and bass-heavy music only pulses through her earpiece and doesn’t vibrate her entire reinforced skeleton.

She doesn’t hate Jack, but she hates the situation Jack has put her in.

The only good thing about tonight is that Miranda seems about as enthused about the distraction from the mission as Shepard is about being here at all. From Shepard’s place at the bar, fetching the crew’s third round of drinks, she can see Miranda’s stormy face as she slowly drains some honey-and-gin based cocktail, seemingly unable to keep her glare off where Jack sways with one of the club’s dancers. It seems more choreographed than Shepard would expect for such a spontaneous interaction as this one, but then again, she doesn’t know much about clubs. Most of the time, she avoids them on principle.

What she does know is that they are loud, with great shuddering bass and fast-paced music that shakes her bones and rattles her jaw. Frankly, she’s surprised the shots the turian bartender is pouring aren’t sloshing over the edge of the glasses from the pulsations of the music.

“Okay, honey, these are levo. Remember that,” the bartender says, sliding the tray a couple of inches towards her. “How many dextro do you need?”

“Um,” Shepard says, suddenly realizing just how many Jack had ordered. “Well, we have one turian and one quarian, so not as many, I think.” When the bartender gestures to her, she realizes her voice has been lost to the music, and she repeats herself. She can be loud on the battlefield, and she has to summon some of that energy to speak up enough to be heard here.

The turian bartender must realize how far out of her element she is, and slides over a blue-tinged shot. “This one’s on the house, sweetheart,” he says, busying himself with preparing a much smaller arrangement of dextro shots.

“Thank you,” Shepard squeaks, throwing it back and shivering at how smoothly it goes down her throat. It seems the bartender took great pity on her; that was not a cheap shot, tasting of raspberries and mint. For a millisecond, she considers asking the bartender what that was so she can ask Kasumi to procure a bottle for the Normandy.

No. Absolutely not. She does not need to encourage anyone into thinking anything about this night was a good idea.

Across the club, in the corner the ground crew has claimed with sprawling limbs, Grunt seems to be attempting to mimic Jack’s choreography, but with four times the bulk and a quarter of her grace. To Shepard’s almighty despair, Jack whoops and cheers him on, even when he climbs on top of a table that bends under his weight. Miranda’s face slowly turns redder and redder until she snaps something at the pair of them, to which Jack responds with raised arms and flared biotics.

“Are they with you?” asks the bartender, probably just to be polite. Shepard’s been with them all night, forced to interact and even do a little bit of the wiggling that passes for club dancing. The bartender has to know she’s one of them.

“Yep.”

“My condolences,” says the bartender, pushing another blue-tinged shot her way. “Here. This one’s on the house, too.”

[rhyske]

oh my god, Belphie is such a sweetheart! I love the little black spot on his nose and it looks like he has eyeliner and that is too cute! oh so when i called him escape artist i wasn't too far of huh? haha

I have 3 cats and one was an accident. My mom wanted a ragdoll so we got Tex, and we also got Slinky (a black house cat) so she would have a friend. Then I found a grey stray in my village and I took him in and named him Totmes, my baby. the girls don't like him very much (eww boys!🤢). Totmes and Slinky love the balcony but especially Totmes, he'll be there all day in the sun and I worry the sun will melt his brain or something.

So far Mass Effect is all right but I think I've come to the conclusion that I like fantasy more than sci-fi but maybe I am wrong and I'll be obsessed with it in a minute. The romance options for ME1 are... not great but I am planning to romance Liara in the first one at least and see how it turns out and then I might pursue someone else when the options open up in the second game. My brother played femshep and romanced Garrus so I want to do something different than that even tho he's so cool. For roleplay purposes I'll have Garrus as more of a best friend character to my femshep.

that's how I approached it in dragon age too. Varric was Hawke's bestie and Fenris was OBVIOUSLY the romance option cause he's just that good imo. In inquisition, Dorian was Lavellan's best friend and Solas was her romance option because of the DramaTM.

I try to play my characters as separate from me so sometimes I choose the mean option and I'm just like I'M SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO BE MEAN BUT SHE WOULD SAY THAT AAAA. Lavellan was pretty grumpy at the end... well the beginning too because she never wanted to be the inquisitor.

ANYWAY mass effect has been difficult because the full dialogue isn't really what i expect from the little text option. sometimes it feels like the choices doesn't matter? idk but i'll figure it out!

this is the first time I've properly played D&D so it's a bit of a learning experience for me! what did you use to play as? ^^ 💜

He's precious 🥰 Haha, yeah, no, literally half an hour after I responded to you I found the front door open and him nowhere to be found. He's safe, he realized we found out and came running back 😂

Does Totmes have a lot of brain cells? Could be they are actually melting. I joke that Belphie killed his last brain cell when, the first day we got him, he forgot cars have windows and tried jumping out, only to smack his head into the window. I love when cats kinda choose you as their owner and not the other way around 😆 Your cats sound so precious 💕

I definitely think ME1 is the weakest of all the games. I wasn't super invested in it my first time around (and it's still a bit more of a chore to get through whenever I replay), so I don't blame you there. Just hold out until ME2, it's the game that made me fall in love with the series. Yeah the romances...are very lacking in 1. They branch out so much in 2 and 3.

GASP YOU ARENT GONNA ROMANCE GARRUS??? As someone who is a rabid Shakarian fan and can't romance anyone but the dumb turian boy, I am obligated to say you are making a mistake 😂 But if Garrus didn't exist, I'd probably romance Liara so 😆 Thane is also a good contender, you'll meet him in 2 😏

Dorian was my Lavellan's BFF too! I always imagine one going to the other like "GIRL GUESS WHAT." Tali/Liara always end up being my Shep's BFF. I imagine them having girl nights and gossiping a lot 😆

I didn't like how Inquisition just....ignored your origin. Like, when you play as a Lavellan, you don't follow the Maker. You might not even know how most shemlan cities operate! And you want me to be your religious idol??? No thanks! But nothing is ever done about it and it's frustrating.

I always tend to play as if I was in the MC's shoes. And it's helped me learn a lot about myself, tbh. But I can't be mean to most characters cause it makes me feel bad 😭 Unless they deserve it.

Choices do matter (: You'll see your choices echo through the games, in what ways you can approach missions (Paragon vs Renegade) and how people remember you (if you were rude or polite). How much attention you put into your teammates is a big mechanic in 2, for example. It's hard to see how your choices change things until 2, since y'know, first game and all. Keep at it!

I played as an elf rogue my first, and only time, playing DnD. That was my first ever exposure to DnD, so I knew nothing. Now that I know a lot more, I wanna play again and really lean into the roleplay and the shenanigans. Who are you playing as? :D

[tarysande]

Any Four Walls outtake

I've been going through my Mass Effect Scrivener file, and I found this little bit. I think I cut it when I remembered that Shepard and Rose were going to have to wear envirosuits on Palaven. BUT STILL. IT'S CUTE.

# “Mama, mama, can I have a bow in my hair?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Shepard said, retrieving a fistful of ribbons from Rose’s luggage.

“Can I have five bows?”

“At the same time?”

“Can I have eighteen bows?”

Shepard laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of Rose’s curly head. “How about you can have as many bows as I have ribbons?”

Shepard worked quickly, twisting curls into little ponytails and securing each with one of Rose’s ribbons. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tyrra edging closer, and her fingers slowed.

[Shepard feels bad because she doesn't have something equivalent for Tyrra.]

A knock at the door rescued her, and she tried not to show her relief as it slid open and Garrus entered. “Nice bows,” he said to Rose. In his hands, he held a small box, and several lengths of intricately patterned fabric hung over his arm.

#

(In the bit at the end, Garrus was bringing in some cool turian garment and accessory that was going to make Tyrra as excited as Rose. I think.)

[ushidoux]

Good Teacher - Sugawara x Reader

Summary: You meet Sugawara on an online dating app expecting something tame, but get more than you expected. (~3.1k words)

Warnings: fem pronouns, fem!reader, some features are described ***, dom/sub dynamics, collaring, daddy kink, breathplay, dacryphilia, spanking, edging, toy use, restraint use, sub drop

A/N: Again, this was a commission so some features are described!! Otherwise, please enjoy my first longer BDSM fic.

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Being alone in your bedroom at 9pm on a Friday night may have felt like a loss on any other day, but today, with your phone buzzing non-stop and every neuron in the sexy parts of your brain firing, you could not think of anything else you would rather do.

Well, actually you could think of a few, and most of them involved slipping out of your pajamas and slipping under your new flame.

Sugawara Koushi.

A name like that sounded sweet. Maybe even bland. Safe.

When you’d swiped right on his profile on the tamer of your social media apps, you’d expected someone mild-mannered and easy to speak to. He was an elementary school teacher with soft features, white hair and a cute mole under his left eye. He couldn’t possibly be as forward as the other guys you’d dealt with over the years. A tame, responsible choice.

You’d started texting back and forth quickly, with polite, formal introductions which progressed to cute messages and long phone calls, and you’d even managed a very chaste first date where he’d picked you up at 8pm on the dot and taken you to a fine restaurant on the water.

You normally would have expected to be dicked down that night, and had paired sexy lingerie under your silky mauve dress for exactly that, but you weren’t too surprised when he left you at your doorstep with a peck on the forehead.

The only unsettling thing about the kiss was the way his eyes had lingered on your lips, just as his fingers trailed the curve of your jaw as he tucked your hair behind your ear. It was too practiced, too… dominant.

You suspected he was holding something back.

And he was, because once you’d ventured to call in the middle of the night, a little bit tipsy and yearning for a little bit more than a smile and a gentle touch from him, you’d broken some sort of dam.

He’d called you a needy, desperate, pretty little slut, desperate for Daddy’s cock but needing to prove herself that she was willing to ride with Daddy’s very, very strict set of rules first, and you’d practically cum at the sudden turn of his voice.

Now anything was fair game.

I have… particular taste. Are you sure you can keep up, princess?

The warmth between your legs and the image of full balls and a weighty, rigid cock told you, you would absolutely be ready for anything he had in store for you. 

Yes, daddy. I’m up for anything you want.

You, of course, couldn’t see the wide smile spreading across his face on the other end, as he palmed his cock slowly while reading your texts and admiring your nudes, and texted back:

We’ll need a shit ton of rope.

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Sugawara’s hands are much larger than you’d anticipate, and rougher, and you wonder how much of it is due to high school athletics or from the fact that he’s quick to slap or spank you at any chance he gets. Your skin is sometimes red, sometimes bruised, and always marked, and it’s exactly the way you like it.

The first time you have sex, he starts you off as though you are the most shy of virgins even though you claim that you’re not exactly inexperienced.

“I wouldn’t want to break you, pretty girl,” he teases, as his hands worship your body, tracking down your waist to the center of your legs, and patting your cunt softly. Today, he’s promised to focus on your pleasure only because he wants to “break you in.” You wonder how many he’s “broken in,” then you realize you don’t really care. You’re his one and only princess right now, and you intend to be for quite a while. 

The pleasure of being a good dom is that he can choose to serve - he can choose to be doting and he can choose to be harsh with punishment. Since it’s your first day since you’ve entered this contract with him, he’s decided to focus on the catering part of his personality, and familiarize you with his desires.

The rose-gold Turian collar on your neck compliments your skin well, he takes note, as he takes one of your nipples in his mouth and leans you against him while you are seated on the edge of the bed and he’s kneeling just so before you, fingers deep in your cunt.

“You’re gonna keep that pretty little thing around your neck, aren’t you, pretty baby?”

His fingers move so fast that it’s hard for you to speak, and the arm that’s wrapped around your waist and keeping you flush against him is tightening the longer he continues. He’s a lot stronger than he looks, you know from every heavy spank he’s given you.

“I-I will, daddy, every day and every night,” you pant out, your tongue lolling as his fingers curve upwards and his lips leave your nipple with a soft pop and make their way to your quivering mouth.

“Good,” he whispers as he bites your lower lip. “You’re so obedient… I like that in a little one,” he affirms.

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He’s kind when he teaches, patient even. 

He’s also generous; he gifts you with your first corset, a dark, lacy and tight thing that almost takes your breath away initially, especially when he tightens it onto you himself. Even if it’s constraining, you feel empowered from the very moment you look in the mirror. Your breasts sit high, and you spin once in a gesture of delight; he kisses down your neck as you admire yourself.

“This is only to get you used to a little bit of restriction,” he reassures, as he pulls you into his lap. “But I can’t deny that you look breathtaking.”

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Since you’ve been so bold as to take his breath away, it isn’t too long until he decides he wants to see what you look like when you’re truly struggling for air. After all, the little shiny thing around your neck catches his eye way too often for his comfort, and his pants suddenly feel too tight for a casual grocery store run.

Your safeword is red, like the blood that courses through your veins as his fingers tighten around your throat.

He thumbs your pink, puffy lips, and it would be loving if he wasn’t calling you a stupid little cocktease.

“Pretty little bambi, prancing around like you’re free to be with anyone other than me.”

The breath that tickles your face is a taunt, because you’re slowly getting lightheaded, barely able to focus on the long index finger he’s commanding you to suck. 

The pressure he puts on your neck is varying; for moments you can draw a single staccato breath, which encourages him to press his lips to yours and absorb you in a kiss before he reapplies pressure; his naked body presses against yours, rolling painstakingly slow. He hasn’t even entered you yet.

Breathplay, he calls it.

You gasp as his cock slips into your wet entrance just as fast as his hand leaves your throat, and he too draws a deep breath as he fills you to the hilt. 

He lets out a soft laugh as he caresses the hair that is sticking to your face, and readjusts himself yet again - of course, he’s also better endowed than you’d expect him to be - before he picks up speed and chokes you again.

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“I… Kou-”

“Daddy,” he stresses, unphased as he continues to press a small clitoral stimulator to your tender, overworked bud.

“D-Daddy~” you cry out in a soft, drawn out whine, and you shift a little bit because the ties that keep your ankles attached to the legs of the chair, your pussy exposed and vulnerable with your crotch wide open, are starting to dig into your skin. But you can’t move all that much, there’s additional rope around your waist that keeps you against the back of the chair and you think the soft satin that keeps your wrists behind you is probably overkill, even if you have to admit you like the color.

“Yes, sweetheart~” he whispers in a voice accented with assertive sweetness, his eyes still lowered and focused on the heave of your chest as he watches you drip before him.

“I-” 

You scream.

He’d angled the toy upwards, and somehow within the small bundle of nerves he’s targeted an even more precise cluster of endings - there’s a flash of white you see before you cum practically violently, lurching forward so rapidly that he has to keep the chair steady so that you won’t fall over on the pretty little face he adores.

It’s possibly the fourth time he’s had to ground you in the past hour, and it’s an act of mercy because he had been edging you repeatedly, forcing your pussy to clench desperately around nothing but air.

The way you gush and spray so lewdly onto the chair, onto the floor, onto the hand he plays on your sopping wet pussy reminds him he chose very, very well.

---

It’s nearly silent and it’s dark now, far too dark for you to see. 

Your Koushi has prepared you for this next step lovingly, sometimes not so lovingly over the past couple of weeks to build up to this.

The blindfold that obscures your vision is soft and slightly sweet smelling, as though spritzed with a floral scent about a day ago prior to this. Again your hands are bound, but he’s used lined handcuffs instead of ties, and your wrists are before you, not behind you. 

But you’re lying on your belly, a spreader forcing your thighs apart. He must really love the way your pussy looks staring him in the face.

“You seem to be a glutton for punishment, princess,” he says, accenting his words with a hard slap on your inner thigh. You gasp, but his hands linger tighten, and are then followed by what can only be the press of his tongue against the stinging portion.

“Daddy, I’ll behave, I’m so sorry,” you moan as his hand grips a generous portion of your asscheek.

But you won’t behave, because you’ve learned that Suga likes just a touch of bratty behavior and that gets him quite physical with you. He knows this just as much as you.

He slaps your ass fervently, the slight jiggle drawing a pleased sigh from his lips.

“You’re a silly little slut, though…” he starts, rubbing a hand along the length of your thigh, “how can I trust any of your promises?”

His finger travels to your open center, and when he sees you tense up, he stops.

“You need a firm hand to guide you always…”

His right hand curves again around your cunt and his middle and ring finger finds its way into your slippery hole, while his index taps your clit and his little finger (he’s dexterous like this), taps ever so lightly around your asshole. 

You shudder.

“Arch your back, you little cumslut. Make it easy for daddy.”

As you inch backwards slowly using your elbows and knees to rise up, his right hand continues to move with you, but then his other hand lands heavily on your other asscheek.

It breaks your concentration and you almost fall because it takes quite a lot more energy than you would expect to move this way with your hands bound and your legs spread, but you persevere. 

For him.

Before you can whine once you’ve gotten into position, he withdraws his hand from your cunt.

“No!” You find yourself shrieking before you realize. You can’t have him edge you again, he’s absolutely cruel, you can’t…

“Oh, I thought I called the shots here, princess,” Sugawara reminds you, voice honeyed and cruel. You can feel his fingers weave into your hair and the warm tip of what must be his cock prod at your entrance.

“Sir, please~”

“Beg.”

He spreads you open with a hand massaging your ass, again tapping teasingly all around your vagina, but he won’t push in to give you the pleasure of having his cock inside you.

Your heart is pounding with desire.

“Please!”

“Please what?”

“Please fill me up, daddy!”

That statement of desire earns you an inch, an inch that makes you swallow saliva hard and your muscles tense with need and want.

“M-more, more please!”

“You’re so demanding. I would say your eyes are bigger than your pretty little pussy, but you can’t see, can you?”

He laughs, but he pushes in further another inch, than another, moving painstakingly slow, slow enough that you’re biting your lower lip until blood is drawn. The stretch is achingly delicious but it leaves you starved for more.

You’re begging and whining, and soon you’re trying your best to sink onto him further but he’s got you restrained for a reason.

“Greedy little bitch,” he murmurs, but he kisses your neck lovingly as he fills you to the hilt.

The unmistakable noise of flesh hitting flesh and minimal friction fills the room but you care less about sound, only about the slap of his balls against your cunt as he thrusts into you from behind.

More. Deeper. Faster. Harder.

He’s a master at drawing desire out of you, you wonder if you even needed these toys and ties and other accoutrements. You’re already so utterly wrapped for him. 

---

There’s a movie playing on your screen that you had both been pretending to watch, cuddled together on the couch, your legs resting across his lap. You had barely gotten through the opening credits before he pulled you onto him fully and had you straddle him.

“You want a snack, pretty baby?” He whispers, as though it weren’t just the two of you staring in each other’s eyes.

Your eyelashes bat and you nod.

He doesn’t break eye contact while he reaches for a strawberry, fresh from the farmer’s market you’d strolled through this morning, from a bowl set on the table. 

This one is drizzled in chocolate, and he runs it along the length of your collarbone, eye contact still heavy and unflinching before he dips down to catch it in his mouth.

It hangs out halfway from his teeth and he cues you to take it from him mouth to mouth. You split half of it, letting the sweet tartness permeate your senses.

His arm hooks around your waist and pulls you in close as he presses his lips against yours. You weren’t aware of the glob of strawberry-flavored saliva he’d collected until he draws away, tilts your head back and tells you to open up wide so he can spit directly into your mouth.

---

“Swallow.”

Suga’s relentlessly pounding an erect, frustrated and thick cock into your mouth, past your teeth and down your poor throat, and he’s close to his release now, you can tell by the way he’s now pressed your face so far against him that his carefully cropped pubes prick your face.

He’s warning you beforehand, and you’re thankful for the warning because when he cums with a soft, almost angelic moan, his penis jerks inside your mouth ever so slightly, and there’s a gush of hot, slippery liquid that slides down your throat.

You breathe through your nose. He tastes sweet, maybe it’s because of the strawberries from just earlier today, but nevertheless it’s a pleasant liquid you gulp down around his cock.

He loves the way your throat feels when it clamps around him, especially when you initially gag once accepting his cock.

You’re perfect.

“Come up, darling,” he bids you, pulling you up from your position on your knees.

“Are you gonna fill me up, daddy?” You mewl softly as he lifts up and carries you before laying you on your back.

“Yes, pretty baby, but let me taste your juicy little cunt first,” he says before he dives in between your legs.

---

“You’re so good for me, you know that, don’t you?”

He kisses your neck softly as he holds you close to him while you lay in bed together. It’s close to 1am and he’s focused on aftercare, caressing your arms and waist and the curve of your hip gently. You’re facing away from him, not because you’re upset, but because you’re exhausted.

He’s worried you’re having a sub-drop; after all, he’s spent the last two hours slapping your face and calling you disgusting. He wonders if you forgot to use your safe word.

You’re new to this and he’s put you through a lot in the past few weeks.

“Sweetness,” he whispers, directly into your ear. “Look at me?”

You turn, cheeks still flushed from particularly hard slaps. His heart aches a bit for you, because those sweet lips are pulled downwards into a frown and he’s not sure if those are fresh tears that wet your eyelashes. 

He kisses your eyelids then rests his chin on the top of your head.

“Are you doing okay, my princess?”

You nod and reach for his face with your fingertips. Your dom softens under your touch because you are so precious to him. His fingers close around yours and he kisses your forehead.

“The most important thing is your comfort,” he asserts. He taps the collar around your neck that suggests in some way that you are his and he is yours. “You can take this off at any time.”

You wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face into his chest. It’s been fun and it’s also been freeing to have him take care of you. There’s a soft haze that wafts around your brain lately as you surrender to him. You are in love with him, deeply, in such a short amount of time.

“I would never,” you say, finally. 

His heart skips a beat.

“Unless you want to buy me a nicer one, of course.”

He chuckles. 

“You’re a feisty little one, aren’t you?” He remarks. He’s glad to look down at you and see you smiling again, eyes bright and brown. He reaches for your ass cheek, then raises your leg so that it lies across his hip. 

Your eyes twinkle with mischief.

“Well, that’s why you picked me to teach, isn’t it?” You raise an eyebrow, and the cheeky grin on your face is enough to make him get absolutely hard again.

Of course, only if you’re up to the task.

Suga bites gently on your lip again, his hand on your thigh. 

“I didn’t expect you to learn so quickly.”

“Maybe you really do have the gift of teaching,” you reply, as you stick your tongue into his mouth.

[alyssalenko]

Temptress' Tango

And the Shakarian treat I wrote for @wickedwitchofthewilds @kittynomsdeplume @tightassets and @dispatchwithlove that I had a ball with. I wanted to write a sexy end to the tango date in the Citadel DLC--I mean actually I wanted to draw something but the perfectionist in me wasn't happy with anything.

Shepard and Garrus get a little hot and heavy on the dancefloor, so they sneak off for a little fun...A03

It wasn't something she advertised; the entire galaxy already thought she was larger than life–James had told her so on several occasions–so she let them think there was something she was bad at. Which was how what her crew had affectionately dubbed 'The Shepard Shuffle' had been born. She hadn't wanted to advertise the fact that she'd been dancing--well stripping--since she was 15; a little lie about her age had gotten her off the streets and probably saved her life. Though, she'd never expected to have to use those skills again…but tell that to the turian she had between her thighs, one leg wrapped around his waist as he glided her across the dancefloor. But damn if he didn't feel amazing, body hard and unyielding against her own. She couldn't even imagine how long he had prepared for this, and suddenly all those long target practices and bull sessions lately with James made a lot more sense--she'd have to thank him later.

Right now her focus was on Garrus.

He hitched her leg tighter as he eased her back into a dip, Shepard very aware of every press of his plates against her, both of them breathing heavy from the tango. She had half a mind to drag him back to the Normandy and have her way with him, but he had gone to all this trouble for her and she didn't have the heart to cut their date short. They were on leave after all, she might as well enjoy herself and his company--even if she was imagining all the things she'd do to him if they were alone. Garrus' mouth was a breath away from hers, and she found herself utterly distracted–she didn't even remember leaning in but he was kissing her back, time seeming to slow down around them, the music mere background noise even as it pulsed through her body. She draped one arm around his neck, using his cowl to hoist herself up to his ear as he trailed his hand from the small of her back to her rear and gave her ass a firm squeeze.

"What do you say we find a dark corner and take this to the next level?" She breathed.

Garrus straightened them up, and took a step back, giving her his trademark smirk--the one that made her insides go all squishy. "I'm right behind you."

Taking his hand she led him from the dancefloor, the whole while, both of them laughing as they dodged around other couples before entering a dimly lit corridor, Shepard’s back hitting the wall, Garrus' arms on either side of her body, pinning her there. Trapped between a turian and a hard place, and there was nowhere she'd rather be. The two of them were already breathing hard as she wrapped one leg about his hips and pulled his head down to claim his mouth in a kiss. Garrus dragged a hand up her thigh, talons inching the skirt of her dress higher, his talons gently scraping up the skin there as he bit her neck, drawing a moan from her throat, fingers clutching desperately at his shoulders. If she could magick their clothes off so there was nothing between them, she absolutely would have, even if someone could walk down the hallway at any moment and see them going at it like two horny teenagers but at this point, she was hard-pressed to care; the idea of being caught sending a thrill through her. Shepard's head fell back against the wall with a dull thunk as she pulled him closer with the leg draped about his hips--that tango had awoken something in her that she was powerless to put out.

Garrus reached inside the sweetheart neckline of her dress, letting the skirt fall back down, hand brushing across her hardening nipple as he palmed her breast, tugging one free and then the other, breaking the kiss to lavish attention on her chest. She arched towards him, her body hypersensitive to his touch. It hadn't even been very long since the last time they'd been in each other's arms, every time was electric--they must have been doing something right for the spark between them to still be there, hotter than ever. Eager hands slid down his carapace, bunching in the fabric of his waistband and tugging the offending garment down just enough, his waist plates already shifting to expose his beautiful blue cock, the tip peeking out. She ran a finger along his slit, coaxing it out further and running her hand along the ribbed and twisted shaft before taking it in her hand.

"Shepard…" Garrus groaned, a shiver running down his spine as he thrust forward into her hand.

"That's it, Big Guy; say my name." She purred, tightening her grip as his hips surged forward once more–it was fun watching him unravel and knowing she was the cause.

Not to be outdone, one hand reached between them, sliding between her legs and seeking her clit through the fabric of her panties, finding her already soaked. He smiled against her breast as he pulled the crotch of her thong to one side, a talon dipping into her and making her gasp and squirm in his hold. She arched her hips closer in invitation, Garrus kissing a fiery trail back up the side of her neck, rolling her clit between forefinger and thumb as he straightened. She almost screamed at the pleasurable sensation, but bit her lip. After all, they were hardly alone. He took himself in hand, rubbing the head of his erection through her arousal and making her whimper softly, and then he was inside her, buried to the hilt in one smooth thrust. Her legs tightened around his waist, drawing him deeper inside her as she gripped his crest, Garrus adjusting his grip, talons digging into the exposed flesh of her ass, his hips surging forward, his name a plea on her cherry red lips.

His hips rocked into hers, her breasts brushing his chest and her nails scraping down his plates as they sought his rear, soft hands cupping his ass and pulling him deeper within her. They didn't have the luxury of time, the din of the bar patrons just beyond the wall reminding them exactly where they were–even if he wanted to do whatever he could to make her little moans and whimpers louder. Hands gripped his crest as he pulled his hips back and snapped them forward, Shepard struggling to breathe as he pulled out and thrust into her again. He was panting as he planted his hands on either side of her head, palms braced against the wall as he drew himself out of her slowly, but not entirely, Shepard brushing her thumb across his mandibles–a turian erogenous zone when touched, she'd learned early on–before cupping his chin and bringing his mouth to hers. He thrust forward, her walls clenched around his shaft as he pulled back, only the first inch of his cock still inside her, before he snapped his hips forward, surging into her, her body eagerly accepting all of him as he buried himself to the hilt once more. He thumbed her clit in small circles, orgasm claiming her, his name torn from her throat, husky and tinged with need, making him unravel himself. Garrus pressed his forehead against hers, panting quietly, the two of them trying to come down from the high, before stepping away from one another and righting their disheveled clothes–trying to make themselves presentable once more.

"I should get this cleaned up." Garrus motioned at his still half-hard cock. "Meet me at the bar?"

Shepard shot him a positively wicked smirk, shrugging one shoulder. "I mean a bed might be easier for what I have planned, but if you don't mind an audience–"

He chuckled and took her hand in his, bringing it to his mouth and kissing it softly. "Nevermind. Call us a cab and I'll meet you out front in five."

"All right but you're driving; I should have just enough time to get you off in the cab before we get back to the apartment." She teased, glancing over her shoulder and sending him a saucy wink as she sauntered away, exaggerating the swing of her hips so he would stare.

[sparatus]

What oc do you not talk about enough? Tell me about them but I require also to know what their favorite color and prehistoric creature. Thank you!

ohhh so many really, lemme think who's a good one [rifles through catalog] ..... man i haven't really talked about rise & reign much since i made this new account huh. okay kids let's talk about my dumb stupid son axilus :)

this big beefy dumb idiot is axilus madelivio (bold is a link, there's a size comparison ;) ):

(i know he's big and beefy but if you thirst over him i'm legally allowed to kill you. his story starts when he's like 16 this is not a thirst character he's just a big boy)

he's actually my very first mass effect oc and the reason i got into it!! my partner @lightspeedpowerpunk started playing m.e. alllll the way back in senior year of high school (2014!!!) and texted me about the m.e. au he was thinking of for some of our existing ocs, and asked me to look up turians and give him some design ideas for a turian expy of one of our original verse characters, axel madsen, and while i was doing that i just kinda... fell in love with the species and wanted to play the games, and then eli published the first chapter of an oc fic featuring axilus and his (eventual) quarian boyfriend thie'haasn, and now here we are 8 years later,

he's also going to appear in in the land of giants in a couple story arcs, can't wait to force everyone to see my actual favorite child, sorry matteo

(more under the cut cause this got. rEALLY LONG OOPS,)

axilus is a big boy, and a sweetheart, but not really a gentle giant; he's very much large and in charge, and isn't afraid to use both his immense strength and biotics to get rid of people annoying him, lmfao. his biotics manifested late, when he was 16. he'd been latent until then, until an accident during what was supposed to be his squad's last training mission activated them (read: thie detonated his own biotics in ax's arms to save them from incoming batarians) and sent everything a little loopy. he was already not doing hyper-amazing in the military, and his commanding officer saw nothing but misery in his future if he was shoved into the cabals, so she pushed him out to go adventuring with thie instead before the transfer could be completed.

considering ax's dad aephis and grandfather octyrus are both high-ranking officers in the army and navy respectively, this uh.... didn't go over well :D

after a bunch of other events that are detailed in mine and eli's series rise & reign that we swear we're planning to rewrite soon don't read it god the 2014 humor and "these authors need therapy actually" jumps RIGHT out, he and thie end up becoming captains of their own pirate-slash-mercenary crew, favored activity being hunting slavers for fun and profit. then All That Shit happens in 2186 [reaper war or cerberus trying to start galactic war, depending on canon] and they decide to retire, passing the ship on to their longtime friend raik gemeng and settling on palaven in ax's mom's family home in zouklos [tropical jungle + farmland nation on the southern continent] with their big gaggle of a family: along with thie he also marries his childhood best friend freiya and has a son with her, they have two asari children fathered by one of them each and mothered by a couple different asari friends, they adopt some war orphans who latched onto them, it's a full house.

all the while during their travels, axilus also works on steadily getting his doctorate in turian history, specializing in pre-spaceflight palavenian history and a sprinkling of cultural anthropology. once they retire, he gets a teaching job with the university he was studying with. freiya is an army officer and thie ends up working with c-sec, so axilus is the one home with the kids a lot, and if his parents or grandparents aren't available to take care of them while he's off teaching, they'll sometimes come in to class with him and steal the show.

his father aephis is a spec ops officer with the army, and his mom sephira is an astronautical engineer with TEC specializing in mass effect propulsion drives. she was even the project lead for the tantalus drive core project! he has an older brother, tollak, who's autistic and goes into law and later politics, eventually becoming the new councilor once sparatus retires after the war and the thessian beacon conspiracy have been mopped up.

when thie first wakes up after ax and his squad saved him, he meets axilus properly for the first time... and mistakes him for councilor sparatus, whom ax looks nothing like, because thie, a quarian, can't tell turian markings apart properly and also we hc quarians have reduced color vision so thie straight up cannot tell that the two are different colors. this is actually a meta joke, as when i was helping design ax, again with zero knowledge of who any of these characters were, i picked sparky's picture of the wiki and said "here, like this" for the color. the end result was more maroon than sparky's true brown, but eli threw that in the fic as a wink-wink-nudge-nudge to my design notes, and now we just. hang onto it, for comedy reasons. it is in fact funnier the less alike they actually look, thie's just colorblind.

..... and then, after that joke was already written and published, we went "haha hey what if" and then decided sparky and ax are, in fact, related. they're first cousins once removed. axilus's father aephis is ierian sparatus's cousin, their mothers corinn and meana are sisters, ax's great-grandma and sparky's grandma are the very same person, the one and only calvetana sparatus. hilariously, i probably never would have started really considering sparky as a character if he didn't have that one minor joking connection to my big dumb son. so, really, everything about my work to date with the sparatus clan and "the council does have a good reason to not believe you actually" defense is axilus's fault.

he's a sweetheart and usually the level head to thie's impulsivity, and honestly a lot smarter than he gives himself credit for. he's just not good at math! it's fine! he has computers to do it for him! his mommy is an engineer and he thinks he's dumb cause he doesn't understand what a derivative is, but she doesn't know how he remembers specific dates and years in history and why they're significant so it's fair. sephira loves and supports her sons and is secretly very happy when ax retires from piracy and comes back to palaven, she doesn't want her babies in danger even if they ARE absolute fucking tanks of drakes.

his favorite color is red, even if tragically it doesn't look great on him as a main color thanks to his being maroon, and i haven't put a lot of work into prehistoric palavenian wildlife (the megafauna in tiirtias technically count but they're very much still alive, lol) but i think he'd go apeshit for sabretooth cats, because they look very similar to how i imagine shatha!! and he'd think it's super cool how animals from completely different parts of the galaxy can still evolve roughly the same way, and then the theorizing on why terran sabretooth cats went extinct while the palavenian shatha variants survived would begin,

thank you for asking!!!! i love my big dumb baby i swear a r&r rewrite is in the plans so i can force you all to know my ocs against your will y'all can see the story unfold with better writing and updated lore, we just have to reread and make a plan for what's getting fixed

[ramblingcj]

I've already made a post like this with Andromeda, but now that I'm playing through the Legendary edition, I just feel like I have to compile a list of all the best, funniest or random small moments that I just love about Mass Effect. And stuff that I'm just now noticing thanks to the remaster.

The conversations with Vigil and Sovereign. The talk with Sovereign leaves a sense of "oh shit" but the talk with Vigil is very much as sense of ".....oh.......shit......"

Liara managing to figure out the cycles and civilisations prior to the Protheans being wiped out completely using only archeological evidence.

Anderson and his unwavering support and belief in Shepard.

Hackett and his unwavering support of Shepard.

Occasional synchronized stretching by the crew. Doesn't happen a lot, but is funny every time it does.

The way Liara stretches in ME1 contrasting with her personality. Everyone else tries to loosen up their neck and shoulder and then Liara does...that

Turians turning human sayings into weird innuendos.

Tali's idle animations in ME1. Happy bouncy quarian!

"Wrex" "Shepard"

The Collector drum theme.

The way Shepard moves in ME2. They limp while walking. Their running is very awkward. And when they stretch they literally hold their arms in place. It’s a nice detail. 

The reunion scene with Wrex in ME2.

Turians doing the turian thing.

When you resolve the conflict with Miranda and Jack, Shepard holds out their hand to stop Jack briefly. Instead of slapping Shep's hand away Jack instead gently (well, gently for Jack) moves it out of the way before leaving.

Shepard giving Joker a pat on the shoulder before a mission. I unfortunately don’t remember the exact mission right now, but it was in ME2. Maybe before the Collector ship? This may be new for the Legendary edition. At least I never noticed it before.

Garrus listing all the places that are fun to fight through during Mordin’s loyalty mission. 

"Geth do not intentionally infiltrate."

Legion doing the robot.

Grunt. Just Grunt.

Tali clearly having a massive crush on Shepard during ME2. It sucks if you're playing female Shepard as you're locked out. But it's still very cute. Tali is still very cute.

Legion's reaction when he sees Shepard in the derelict Reaper.

Running around with Grunt and/or Legion in ME2 and hearing stomp, stomp, stomp behind you.

"There was a hole."

The battle music that plays during Tali and Legion's loyalty mission. Also on the Collector base.

Miranda saluting Shepard before the suicide mission.

Picking Jack for the bubble and hearing her call Shepard 'Commander' which is the only time she does that.

Flirting with Kelly just so that she feeds your fish.

Grunt's "ha ha ha" when enemies are defeated.

Bringing Miranda with you to the final battle just so that she can tell off the Illusive Man.

"Holy shit that's Shepard!"

Cortez being the sweetheart that he is.

"I've been counting." "Anything in particular?" "The number of days you lengthened my life."

Dr. Chakwas in general.

THERE’S A REAPER IN MY WAY, WREX!!!! 

“Thresher maw getting closer!" “Tell me something I don't know!" “Metal in truck an excellent iron supplement for maw's diet!”

Tali remembering when she was sent into the vents if you sent her into the vents during the suicide mission.

"Does this unit have a soul?"

All the conversations you can overhear on the citadel. Like the Turian with the teenage girl or the woman who sold her car to get her Salarian friend new armor.

"Emergency Induction Port"

Traynor and her toothbrush.

The difference between Aria kissing female/male Shepard which will never not be funny.

EDI being curious about Traynor finding her voice attractive and Tali desperately trying to change the subject by talking about, and almost poisoning herself with, cheese.

Basically all of the Citadel DLC

Joker and Garrus making fun of Shepard's dancing. Meanwhile they dance exactly the same.

[dwarrowdams]

After writing this prompt from the lovely @aeriamamaduck (thanks babe I love you), I couldn’t stop thinking about Garrus and Liv and tummy kisses, so have some more, featuring pregnant Liv!

(CW for pregnancy)

Pregnancy was really starting to get to Liv.

It hadn’t been so bad in the cooler months when she wasn’t far along, but now it was July and she was eight months pregnant and miserable.

So far, she’d managed to put on a bra and underwear (too hot for proper clothes), drink half of a nutrient-fortified beverage, and snap at Garrus because they were out of herbal tea.

It wasn’t shaping up to be the best day.

She sank down onto the couch, taking a halfhearted sip from the glass of water on the side table. She’d known this wouldn’t be easy from the beginning, but having a half-turian baby meant a lot of extra work on her part. Her body didn’t supply all of the nutrients that a turian fetus would require, which meant lots of vitamins and special drinks and frequent doctor visits to make sure that everything was going smoothly.

“You’re a hassle, you know that?” she said as she laid a hand on her stomach. “But you’re gonna be worth it. I know you are.”

She paused when she heard the door open, but wasn’t able to get up before Garrus entered the room, holding a travel mug filled with tea.

“Took me a while to find the kind you like,” he said as he handed it to her.

Liv felt tears forming at the corners of her eyes. “Thanks,” she said, cradling the mug in her hands. “I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier—I know it’s not your fault, but I’m just…”

She trailed off, gesturing to herself. “A mess,” she said.

Garrus sat down beside her, wrapping an arm over her shoulders. “You’re allowed to be a mess,” he said. 

“I know, but I shouldn’t have snapped,” Liv said. “There’s no way I could manage this without you.”

Garrus shifted, leaning down towards her stomach. He fluttered his mandibles and flicked his tongue: his approximation of a human kiss. Liv felt an answering flutter in her womb, a feeling that she now recognized as the baby kicking.

“That’s your dad,” she said. She knew the fetus had some awareness of what was happening on the outside, but she always felt a little silly talking to it with someone else around.

“I can’t wait for you to meet him,” she said. “He already loves you so much.”

“She’s right,” Garrus said before kissing her belly again. This time, the baby was still, but Liv still appreciated the sensation. She motioned for Garrus to come closer, molding herself against his side. She wouldn’t be able to stay there long—she was already a little too warm and his body temperature wasn’t going to help matters—but she wanted to be near him for just a little while longer. She took  another sip of tea, which provided some more unwanted warmth, but was soothing nonetheless. She sighed heavily and closed her eyes, using Garrus as support to stay upright.

“Baby Bird’s wearing you out today?” he asked.

Liv made an affirmative noise. After some initial doctor’s appointments in which Liv had repeatedly noticed the similarities between turian infants and birds, she’d taken to calling the fetus Baby Bird, and Garrus had eventually joined her in that.

“They’re feisty,” Liv said, taking another sip of her tea before setting it on the end table. “But they’ve got us for parents, so I guess that shouldn’t be surprising.”

Garrus chuckled. “We can’t call them Baby Bird forever, though,” he said.

“I don’t know, I kind of like the sound of Baby Bird Vakarian,” Liv teased.

Garrus leaned down to kiss the top of her head. “There she is,” he said.

Liv opened her eyes, moving slightly away from Garrus to alleviate the heat. “I do feel better now,” she said. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

She shifted to press a kiss to Garrus’s mandible before settling back onto her side of the couch. “Do you need to head out soon?”

Garrus shook his head, gaze shifting away momentarily. “Actually, I was hoping you wouldn’t mind some company,” he said. “We can watch a vid or go for a walk or just sit.”

“That sounds amazing,” Liv said. “All of it, but for now, I think all I can handle is sitting until I wake up a little more.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Garrus said as he reached for his coffee, which he’d left sitting on the side table.

Liv stretched out her legs so they were across Garrus’s lap, savoring the gentle caress of his hands on her swollen ankles.

Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[gorbazthedragon]

4 - Date

Also on my AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34952425

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Sometimes he's a trainwreck, he'd nudged a box her way (this side up marked around all the sides). She tugged a little at the neatly tied ribbon and it fell open easily, 3 pots each with a flower from Palaven, Tuchanka, and Earth. It was so sweet and she wasn't even sure what he was worried about, he was just a nervous mess all the way home.

Sometimes he's a complete goofball, striding into the hallway with more swagger than any other 7 foot tall turian ever could, a bright red rose caught by the stem in his mandibles.

"Ey, Theckrrrd." He held out a hand for her.

"Shall we?" She said with a giggle, letting him lead her out the door.

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This date was normal, nothing silly, just a comfy night out at a fancy restaurant, until...

"Shepard, there's something I need to tell you." The way he paused after her name already had her cued in.

"What is it Garrus?"

"Uhh, so…" well there was trainwreck Garrus again…

"I was thinking about, you know, how you always told me about earth… And..."

"Mhm?"

"I decided to buy you a house." It hit her like a train.

"You bought me a house?"

"You bought me a house?" She felt herself about to tear up.

"You," her breath was shaky. "You bought me house?" She looked up at him, he regarded her with an anxious look.

"You bou- Garrus…"

"Is it okay? I wasn't sure whether you'd want it, or wanted to settle down, or…" he trailed off weakly. "Are you mad at me?"

"Garrus, why?"

"Well I thought-"

"Where?"

"In Alaska"

"In the mountains?"

"Yes, next to a river and with a view of a Glacier."

"Oh, Garrus." She felt the tears grow, almost ready to drop past her eyelashes.

"Is it okay?"

"Sweetheart, you really didn't have to"

"I-" he stopped, his eyes dropped. She took his hand where it lay on the table and breathed in deeply.

"It- You took me on a date to tell me this?"

"I guess, I wasn't sure how-"

"Garrus. Look at me in the eyes."

"I love you, okay?" He nodded hesitantly. "This is just…" She took another deep breath. "It's just overwhelming, I always wanted a house up in the mountains, especially after I did my training on earth… It sort of turned into a distant dream, maybe I'd settle down some day, maybe just a house to stay a month or two in the year… And here you are, bringing me to tears on a date by buying my dream house for me…"

Maybe they were both a bit of a trainwreck…

[baejax-the-great]

WIP Whenever

Thanks for the tag, @blarrghe! I've mostly been writing dumb angsty stuff, but I found something fun to post ^.^

Have some post-game Shakarian nonsense

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“Shep, sweetheart, love of my life, apple of my eye—”

“That’s a new one,” Shepard interrupted without looking up from the datapad she was reading.

“Kaidan introduced it to me. It seems like apples belong in human mouths, not eyes, but that’s… not the point.”

“What is the point, babe?”

“Why does the ship’s manifest have us listed as ‘Shepard and Guest’?”

Shepard had not examined the ship’s manifest. She had no idea what Garrus was looking at it now. She blinked at him.

“You know we’re headed to turian space, right? A turian colony full of turian refugees?”

Now she set down the datapad on the coffee table and crossed her arms across her chest, forgetting how weird the prosthetic felt against her body, yet too stubborn to change her position. “Do the turians have a problem with me, Garrus?”

“The name Vakarian is almost as famous as Shepard there. And it’s Turian Space. You’re the guest. We had to bring special food along and everything.”

She rolled her eyes. “Garrus, I didn’t buy the tickets. I asked someone in Alliance Command to set up transport while I was learning to wiggle my fingers again. Blame them.”

“Uh huh. Sure,” he muttered under his breath.

“Are there going to be crowds when we land? Do turians do parades?”

“We excel in very organized marches.”

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