#mass effect smut

[hanasnx]

" THINK I NEED SOMEONE OLDER " — garrus vakarian.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WARNINGS: fem reader | sexual content | age gap | making out | grinding | size difference | overpowering.

DILF!GARRUS VAKARIAN who thought the basis of human attraction depended on youth. Imagine his surprise when you not only couldn't stop staring at his aging body like he was a fully equipped armory before a mission, but you showed genuine interest at the prospect of his superior amount of experience.

Here you are, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, fresh from hopping ship to ship serving with your parents until you were brave enough to go at it on your own. Now you follow him around like a lost puppy, constantly questioning his motives just to hear him talk, asking him to explain a calculation over and over again. He notices how you squirm when he talks down to you, so to speak. He's positive you're not incapable, but he's not going to refuse a request from so eager a learner. Even if you're not going to learn how to do advanced calculus, he tells himself it's still valuable to hear it. Even if you demonstrate how little you're listening when you chew on the end of your pen at him, and bat your long lashes. Nod slowly through hooded eyes, letting them generously trail down his figure in his suit.

It's enough to make him trail off, clear his throat, adjust his neckline as he glances away to break the tension he's inadvertently fanning. "Run along now." he sometimes tells you so you'll get away from him, so he'll have some room to breathe, so he's not constantly reminded of what a low-life he is when he's around you. Instead, that phrase sends you crazy, biting your lip at him over your shoulder as you sway out of the room.

"Bye-bye, Vakarian~" you purr, and scamper off.

Garrus feels shame when he lets you win. He's supposed to be older, know better, protect someone like you. But when you're clinging onto him, inclining him down to your soft lips, he can't imagine being anywhere else. Tucked away in some dark corner of the Normandy, you guide his hands to touch your young body through your clothes, riding up the material so his touch sets what little it grazes ablaze. After months of dancing around each other, finally you're granted a little relief. And his face burns hot from the contact however brief.

"I'm... I'm not... usually like this.." Garrus confesses, breathless, heart racing. The possibility of you two being caught together, tangled in embrace in a precarious location... there'd be no way to talk his way out of it. Everyone would think of him as some Turian predator, can't get a date unless it's with a girl half his age. And he's not beating the allegations as his claws dig into pliant flesh, drawing you closer to press your hips into his. As if gravitating towards your sex, heavenly bodies bump clumsily as you reconnect with his mouth. Apparently, you're not interested in hearing his protests, claiming he's not "usually" like anything, because right now he's showing you how much he very much is like this. His grip on you is not one of a Turian with doubts.

You've never kissed his species before, and at first his mandibles were hard to get used to—and it felt like he wasn't used to it either—but once you realized he's much more relaxed with his tongue, everything else fell into place. His lack of lips is an obstacle to kissing, but irrelevant when making out. Meeting in the middle, that tongue is long in reach and eager in attitude, coiling around yours in a way a human's would never be capable of. Reptilian in nature, his sulcus is defined, allowing his muscle to fold in on itself, elongating to the thinner apex.

Your palm that cups his face, draws down so your fingertips dance along the grooves of his scarring, coming to trace the line of his mandible. As long as you've known him, you've never gotten this close, and when he massages your tongue with his deft one, an embarrassing whimper emits from your parted lips. Instinctively, you rear your head to break the kiss—if you can even call it that. But Garrus is unyielding. A strong arm around your waist arches you into him, as if possessive over this act you've introducing him to. Confirming your suspicions with an annoyed growl and his tongue venturing further into your mouth, a wave of pleasant tingles washing up from core in response to such behavior. Your knees are weak, held up by his overpowering strength as he takes what he wants.

Playfully, you scold him by banging your fist against his chest piece. He retracts an inch, and you're allowed a second to breathe even if you're crushed against him. Panting through your grin, you nuzzle him with the tip of your nose, and he speaks against your lips. "You were trying to run away from me." he muses, curling his frame around you so it's truly inescapable. "I like that little sound you made." his mouth grazes yours as he talks into you, recycling air, "Make it again."

[sol-consort]

Say more about alien fucker jaal

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It revolves around the beauty of the unkown, the mysteries of the vast universe. Bodies so unfamiliar to his own, so different in DNA and yet brimming with lust and love for him and him alone.

It's addicting, discovering something new, someone new... all the experiments he wants to try, lay the person on a bed and have his way, spending all night testing their reactions, focused sharp eyes studying their every move. Jaal gets a kick from watching an anomaly unravel under him.

Sure, he is attracted to other angara, he's been propositioned and hit on by rather tasty individuals from his own kind many times, only to play dumb and deliberately miss hints as to easily let them down.

It took him some years to articulate a thought on why he is the way he is, to place a finger in the deep yearning inside his chest he was seemingly born with. Longing for more, something different and new.

With his own people, it feels too safe, too predictable, and too convenient. His body slots perfectly into another angara like him, like it was designed to. Predestined for him, before he could even get a say in the matter.

Boring.

But with a human? Oh, it was exhilarating. The way absolutely nothing fits right, forcing him to get creative in order to properly feel the human's body pressed against his own.

Jaal's much larger frame easily envelopes a human whole. Those mammals are unimaginably tiny and soft, bodies so full of squeezable areas. Even the tallest of them could never reach his height.

A whole human could easily fit on his lap, Jaal's hand being wide enough to cover their stomach, pawing at the side of their waist.

Looking down at the human who's clearly out of their element when it comes to being seated on his thigh, and yet the longer he stares, the more right it feels, as right as the sunrays feel seeping into his skin.

Humans are simply too fun to toy with, to watch the overconfident egotistical being crumble into a flustered mess as he pressed them down by the stomach to sink deeper into his lap. Small back against his chest, head directly in front of where his heart drums in excitement amidst his ribcage.

The urge to grind himself into the human's plump ass is overwhelming, their neck exposed without any protective structures around it. How did they ever survive their early days in the jungle? Jaal can't help but wonder. With their fragile thin neck so easily accessible to any being. His fingers twitch as he imagines wrapping a fist around it.

And they just walk around like that all day. Even their leaders have their necks completely exposed, basically begging him to lean down and take a bite, to send a pulse of electricity down their spine, and to feel them squirm around his lap. With no sensors to feel electricity, humans can only take whatever Jaal gives them while being none the wiser to why their buddy is sudden so tingly and restless.

It's not confined to just humans, Jaal would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about how a turian's hard plates would feel under the soft pad of his paw, thumb tracing over the rought texture, dipping under crevices and watching their mandibles franticly open and close as he teases their vulnerable sensitive skin.

Or how a krogan's large tongue would taste jammed down his throat in a feverish kiss. Jaal's knee rising up to press between the krogan's legs, subtle electricity buzzing just below his skin, sending small vibrations that are just enough to get a krogan in heat rutting against his knee. A deep rumbling roar forced from the back of the krogan's throat with every thrust against the angara's leg.

Maybe he theorised late at night at how the quarians must look like under the environmental suits. If their beauty truly stands to meet all the praise that the other species seem to sing their way. How would he make one feel safe enough in his arms to risk an infection just to touch his bare skin.

Did Jaal wonder how a drell's inside must have felt, if it was just as reddish as their exposed flesh beneath their cheeks or would it be a smooth gliding scales alongside their tender parts. Would he be able to trigger their perfect memory into replaying the events of their intimate night the day after by a mere word or a suggestive glance.

The asari's telepathic abilities always intrigued him, as much as their ways of reproduction creeped him out. He still found himself looking up videos and witness accounts to how it feels to get properly mindfucked by another being, to surrender your consciousness to them completely. Let them peer inside and carress your deepest desires into a makeshift reality. While Jaal still feels apprehensive about sleeping with an asari, the idea of watching one of them bring another alien into climax through nothing but their mind alone is more than thrilling.

And lastly...humans.

That introductory human VI in the Nexus museum couldn't have been more useless. How did simple snowdrops—or as their species called it "ice cream'—take priority over the fact humans easily take the crown when it comes to interspecies relationships.

The sheer number alone is astounding, the eagerness to mate with another species.

Jaal isn't stupid. He knows his taste is an anomaly amongst his kind. Yet for humanity, it seems the norm. As if it was their purpose to string many hearts along for the ride. Mate with any conscious being that pays them attention, just for the sake of doing something different. It's hard-wired into their brains to desperately attempt to stand out from the rest, to take risks, to seek the unkown... just like him.

For a lack of a better word, a species of sluts, it seems. Although that private thought will be kept to himself, tucked into his mind, and taken to the grave. There is no need to cause a diplomatic incident.

He checked the numbers over and over. In all the Milky Way alien species, humans are the most popular partners when it comes to interspecies dating. The data speaks for itself.

And the most... sexually creative, if all of those billions of terabytes containing nothing but pornographic vids had something to prove.

Just why did the Andromeda humans deem it so important to bring all of those sexually stimulating vids with them while crossing galaxies? the data even says its only a small fraction of what they had back home.

Not that he's complaining. If anything, these human sites has been his major source of...research. Yes. That's what he's been officially calling it in his reports to Evfra.

The asari sites were too educational and focused on reproduction, listing the various benfits of each fathering species and comparing them.

The turian sites were too redundant and repetitive. If you've seen one video, then you've seen them all. they seem to have 5 whole scripts they cycle between videos, and 4 of them involve the military.

Humans offered the most variety by a huge magin. Jaal was surprised when he found a whole category dedicated to their first contact roleplay. Wouldn't the war between them and turians be a traumatic memory? Yet the abundance views and positive feedback to these vids say otherwise.

When he stumbled upon the electric stimulation category, it took every grain of self will in his body not to lock himself in his bedroom for days after sending in a request for emergency time-off.

At every waking moment, when he isn't busying himself, his mind wanders back into dangerous territory. His senses are sharp. He can't help but pick up on the little hints and details that the rest of the Tempest crew continue to obliviously drop around.

There was this one time in the middle of a meeting, where he was the only one to notice how Vetra's hand lingered on Ryder's back, the human cranking their neck to look up at her, the turian's mandibles spread wide as if to make space for the other's soft lips.

A quick thought passing by in a flash, a vision of razor-sharp teeth digging into the inside of plush soft human thighs, a hand with five fleshy fingers holding the crown of the turian's head.

Or the other time when he was getting ready for a mission, watching Liam from the corner of his eyes as he trailed behind Drack like an overexcited puppy. Shooting question after question about what Jaal assumed to be Krogan culture. The human undeterred by the dangerous growl leaving the krogan's throat, one that would've shortly spelt death in any other circumstance.

And again his mind is plagued by various ideas of how easily a krogan could lift a human in the air, with one hand even. Humans' legs were so flexible courtesy of their straight build, made to wrap around the krogan's waist, anchor themselves as a shape formed on their stomach, the much larger krogan cock easily bulging out as the huma—

"Jaal, you coming? Ryder wants us on the dock asap."

Without a pause, the angara nods.

Jaal's imagination fills the rest of the blanks in between.

[strawberrykidneystone]

mass effect companions masterbation headcanons

here you go you filthy sluts‼️/affectionately

garrus:

i hate to say it, but he jacks off every night if he can. it’s mostly a stress reliever for him and he’s usually all alone in the main battery, so why not?

liara:

doesn’t if she can help it. she’ll do it every once in a while but immediately feel guilty afterwards. only uses her fingers, nothing fancy (she’s too prideful to buy sex toys) maybe once a month as a treat

kaidan:

mans is a freak. he has a collection of dildos and pocket pussys in his personal apartment, but he makes due when out on ships for missions LMAO, i’d say maybe 2 times a week

ashley:

has a bullet vibrator that shes had for years that hasn’t let her down yet. easily transportable and easy to conceal!! doesn’t masterbate often, but still does it every once in a while, maybe once a week if we’re getting technical

tali:

wishes she could do it more often, but the process for it to be safe is really annoying. and even if she does it while she’s in her suit, it’s a pain to clean up. i’d say she commits to it once a month for a self care day, invested money into a wand vibrator for herself

wrex:

literally doesn’t. i feel like krogan would see it as a “waste of seed” or some shit like that so he takes most of his frustrations out on the battle field

a/n: i only did the me1 crew but if more characters are requested i would be happy to do them!!!

part 2

[mahiiimahiiii]

🥢family dinner

The Normandy crew goes on a mini street food and pub crawl. You get to know about characters favorite meals and backgrounds (or at least my version of them)

🌌 fleet and fumbled

This is based off of tali's romance and friendship scene where you watch fleet and flotilla. As per usual I'm using femshep. Queer undertones, but general light hearted fluff as Tali gets sick on accident.

🛴 kick in the shins

Garrus's dance scene where he busts a move. Ending up with dinner and him being a service top as an apology to his broody girlfriend. Slightly angst due to sheps image issues seen in the scene.

This will be a general series I'm making for my silversun strip collection! Plus, it will have accompanying art! (If I'm not lazy ofc)

[therealmofamorus]

Ask

Crossover AU Alpha Male AU Medieval AU

Aela the huntress, is is true that when you went for your next order, Blacksmith Issei was fucking Mercrnarh Jack (Mass Effect) and you had to wait for him to finish for your turn? All while you just watched?

"The bastard is a insatiable bastard who made wait for my order while I force to watch him fuck the dangerous, mad woman." Aela rumbled under her breath as she watched as the rugged, muscle-bound beast of a man fuck the insane-but-attractive merchant who was howling like a bitch-in-heat.

[kyratittyfish]

Plot a course to singularity

Summary: After a long day at the helm, Joker relaxes in Shepard's cabin. Sequel to "Anytime, Jeff" Thank you to my muses/betas @commander-krios and @spaced0lphin Warning: smut Read on Ao3

Numbers. Random tidbits of sentences. Weapon charts. Strategy maps. Some more numbers, because why the fuck not. 

Angela rubbed her eyes, willing the characters on her computer screen to stop jumping up and down like pyjaks on a trampoline, but the only thing she achieved was painting colorful speckles over her vision. She blinked them away, wishing she could do the same for her tiredness.

Or for Reapers. 

With a sigh, she forced herself to focus on her task for a little longer. These reports were just so boring. 

She’d almost managed to read a full page – an Alliance News Network report on the consequences of the Reaper invasion on pirate activity in the Terminus systems – when her cabin door sliding open gave the finishing blow to the last frayed strands of her concentration. 

“Hey Jeff,” she said without turning around. He was the only person she’d instructed EDI to let inside her cabin beside herself; she didn’t need to see him to know who he was. 

He shuffled inside, letting the door close behind him, and muttered a soft “hey babe”.

What time was it? She must have lost track of time reading debriefs if he was away from the helm already, which meant dinner was about to be served in the mess hall, and she hadn’t even gone through half of the reports she’d planned on tackling yet. Crap. 

“Is it shift change already?” she asked, shutting down her datapad and settling it on top of an ever-rising pile of documents. “Time flies when you’re having fun.” 

“Uh, not really, actually. Just started early this morning, so I figured I could clock out early too. Well, EDI did.”

He sounded tired. His voice lacked his usual witty undertones, and when she finally spun around in her chair, he looked tired too. His posture was stiffer than usual, and the circles under his eyes darker. Bad pain day, she figured. With the stress of the war and the late working hours, such days had been increasing in frequency and, as much as he tried to downplay it, severity. He kept his discomfort well-hidden, but he had his tells. 

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his left cheek twitching slightly. The pained smirk flashed over his features for barely more than an instant before he suppressed it, but she noticed it all the same, just like she spotted the way his fist clenched inside the pocket of his baggy hoodie.  

“Why do I get the feeling that she had to physically remove you from your chair?” Angela asked, getting a soft chuckle out of him. His pilot seat was practically a part of him, even more so since the reintroduction of its prized leather lining.

He crossed his arms over his chest. The glow of the aquarium reflected on his features, making his mocking frown look even more theatrical. His hair and beard, normally a rusty shade of brown, glimmered shades of blue in the soft light. 

“Hey! She only had to threaten it a couple of times. Plus, she said she’d hack the heating module on it until, quote unquote, her sensors detected that my gluteal muscles were perfectly simmered.”

In one swift movement, she crossed the room and planted a gentle but firm hand on his backside. 

“Oh, good thing you listened to her then. Can’t risk ruining such a perfectly good butt.” She squeezed her hand around his ass, feeling his muscles tighten and relax as he erupted with laughter. 

Despite the faint light that barely lit her cabin, she was sure the hint of a blush was creeping up his neck to his cheekbones. 

Still giggling under her breath, she rested her chin over his shoulder. With every breath, it rose and fell, ever so slightly. She closed her eyes. Somehow, just knowing he was still breathing made the world feel a little less overwhelming. With a sigh, he leaned closer and laid his cheek against her head. 

“Wanna go have dinner?” He asked after a few moments. “I hear today’s special is rehydrated frozen vat meat, with a side of rehydrated frozen potatoes and rehydrated frozen sour cream. And if we’re lucky, we may even snack a piece of rehydrated frozen fruitcake!”

“As enticing as that sounds… I think I’ll skip,” Angela answered, massaging her temple. The beginnings of a headache were forming there, and the prospect of venturing into the noisy, bright mess hall made her feel nauseous. Judging by the tired expression on Jeff’s face and his slouched stance, he wasn’t too keen on the idea either. 

Still, he made a show of arching his eyebrow and groaned in disappointment. 

“You can go grab a bite if you want to, I’ll wait for you here. Or we can go later together, I’m sure Webb will use his power as a mess Sergeant to save something for us.” 

He narrowed his eyes, stroking his chin in thought. “Think there are takeout restaurants that do ship-to-ship delivery round here?”

She buried her face in his hoodie and snorted. “I think we’re a few too many light years away from civilization for that.”

His reflection in the aquarium glass pouted, and his shoulders sagged a little under her chin.

“Good point,” he said with a shrug. “I’m more, uh, tired than hungry anyway.” 

That was as good of an open admission of his physical discomfort as she was ever going to get from him. He’d gotten more comfortable with showing vulnerability around her, but still, old habits died hard and his fierce display of independence was the toughest of them all. 

She got it. She was the same. If Jeff was a stubborn man, Angela was him and a half. Every step of her own career, she had to prove herself time and time again, living up to that lofty last name that had all but decided her path in life before her life had even begun. She proved her worth, her ideas, her tenacity. She proved her sanity when she showed the galaxy that the monsters under their beds were always real.

Hell, the point of her whole N7 training was to prove that she could survive on her own. So, sue a woman for going overboard with taking home the lesson.

Fuck yeah, she got him. Their struggles were different, but their determination was the same.

“What about this,” Angela offered. “We relax in bed for a while, then I go grab some food for the both of us, and we eat it in bed?”

“Like the filthy animals that we are?”

“Yup. Exactly like the filthy animals that we are. So, what do you say about that?”

He giggled and wrapped one arm around her. “I say that’s the best fucking plan I’ve ever heard.”

Jeff groaned as he sat down on the foot of the bed and knelt down to untie his boots (he wasn’t that filthy of an animal to keep his shoes on in bed). Damn, he was sore. 

Know what would be heaven right now? A hot bath. 

One of those fancy ones they showed in Illium hotels commercials, with bubbles and rose petals and scented soaps. With water that stayed perfectly warm the whole time, that he could enjoy while lying down, closing his eyes and letting the jet streams work their magic on his tender muscles. 

With a very naked Angela playing with bath bombs next to him, of course. 

Knowing her, though, the bombs would actually explode. 

Scratch that, a hot shower will do.

Later, though. He had an appointment with Shepard, her bed, and some food first. 

He toed off his boots and socks, and felt the mattress shift under Angela’s weight as she settled behind him. She rested her hands on his shoulders and started rubbing circles at the base of his neck. 

He sighed – that felt good – and tilted his head to give her easier access to the worst of his tension knots. A pleasant heat radiated from where her fingers kneaded his achy muscles, applying just enough pressure to ease the tightness in them without hurting him. He hummed, and she leaned closer to land delicate kisses between his shoulder and his neck. 

“You like that?” She whispered, her voice soft and husky in his ear. 

Liked that was a massive understatement, but his brain and his tongue were working on different wavelengths tonight and he wasn’t sure there were enough words in the human language to tell her exactly how close to his melting point she was taking him. 

They said heaven was a place beyond the clouds, and here, lost between the stars and her miraculous touch, he was inclined to believe it.

“Hm-mmmh,” he moaned, and fought against the torpor that was taking over his limbs to raise a hand and take her fingers in his, bringing them closer to his lips to let his kisses speak on his behalf. 

She untangled her fingers from his and reached forward to fiddle with the buttons of his uniform shirt. 

“Wha-” he questioned her, but she shushed him and kept working on undoing the buttons.

“Just relax and let me take care of you.”

And so he did. He didn’t have it in him to protest, and why would he want to stop her anyway? She finally reached the last button and pulled the lower hem of his shirt out of his pants, kissing his neck as she leaned forward. He let her pull his shirt off, and the wave of trite insecurities that barged into his mind, violently pushing against the soft bliss, gave him his answer. 

He fought the familiar urge of wrapping his arms around himself, of pulling away from her touch, tithing beneath the bedsheet to cover himself from her eyes. He wanted her, and most importantly she wanted him. She’d seen his naked body dozens of times already and, if the usual passion of her lovemaking was any indicator, she fucking loved it. 

And loved fucking it. 

He snickered to himself. Thinking of Angela's freely bouncing breasts did wonders to push nasty feelings away.

Her arms, those strong, battle-scarred arms that counted as a lethal weapon on their own, were delicate as a feather as they wrapped around his bare torso, pulling him closer to her body. He closed his eyes and leaned back against her, letting her engulf him with her kisses and caresses and love.

She buried her fingers in his hair, brushing through it and gently massaging his scalp, and oh my god is this what happiness feels like?

The sensation was so overwhelming that he almost didn’t realize tears were freely rolling down his cheeks. She silently wiped them away with one light touch. 

“Come here and lay face down,” Angela instructed him, moving further up on the bed. He obliged, and she straddled him, supporting her own weight with her legs planted down on either side of his hips. She began to knead his back, starting from his neck and shoulders and moving further down, pressing and rubbing her thumbs in circles around his spine and rolling the heels of her palms towards his sides. 

“Oh my gahwd” he moaned into his pillow, and folded his arms under his chin as her gentle but firm hands instructed him to do. 

She giggled and kept working the side of her palms between his shoulder blades. “How am I doing?”

He managed to recall his brain from the seventh heaven where it was currently residing to give her a muffled “please, never ever stop.”

“Doing what?” Her fingertips traced the thin, pale surgical scar that ran almost the whole length of his spine, and her hot breath tickled his skin as she leaned close to place kisses where it started, a few inches below his shoulders. 

“Doing what you do,” he answered her as her hands moved towards his lower back, right where his muscles were sorest. “Not just being the sexy badass hero type, I mean. Doing… this. Being you. With me.”

She went quiet for a few seconds, and her touch grew lighter. “Thank you for letting me be me,” she finally said. “With you.”

Awkwardly, he rolled onto his back and placed his hands on her waist. Outside the window, blue flashes of mass effect fields framed her silhouette like a halo; bathed in starlight, she was a celestial body herself, eternal and astonishingly beautiful. 

There were a thousand words he wanted to tell her, a hundred declarations of love, but all his lips could do was meet hers and kiss her until they were both gasping for air, running their hands over each other’s body, jostling with zippers and buttons and too many layers of clothing, until there was nothing between them but desire and adoration.

Ice blue eyes meeting his, she guided him inside her to ride him under the blanket of stars. Her hips moved with maddening slowness, her open palms pressing slightly on his chest in a silent appeal to let her set the pace.

The pale glisten of distant suns bled through the window, bathing her in celestial light. It caressed her milky skin, accentuating the geometry of the almost imperceptible reconstruction scars, the pattern of thin wrinkles around her eyes, the dimples on her cheeks, like an artist’s brush strokes on a painted canvas. 

She was a sight to silence the heavens. 

She increased her rhythm and leaned in close to him, smirking as she bit her lower lip. Thin beads of sweat were rolling down her forehead, glistening in the dim light. He followed one with his finger, tracing its path, trailing his fingertip down her cheek to trace the contour of her lower lip, and continuing his exploration on her chin.  

Her body was an uncharted galaxy, and he was a sailor, wandering across her expanse, tracing star charts on her skin. 

She tilted her head back, exposing her neck. He kissed it, her sweaty skin salty on his tongue, while his thumb kept exploring her bare chest. He found one erect nipple and pinched it between his fingertips, driving a moan out of her parted lips. He cupped his other hand around her breast, squeezing it in his palm, reveling in the way her torso arched back in response.  

A few more droplets of sweat trailed from under her breast over her toned belly. He followed them too, circling her navel, moving slower and slower as he brushed his fingertips over her lower abdomen. Her breaths grew faster, coming out in grunts as she bounced her hips up and down around his cock. 

His own heartbeat pounded in his ears as he traced one last line on her star chart, teasing her, taking him closer to the center of her galaxy. He finally reached it and parted her folds, exposing her clit to his fingertips and expertly rubbing it. 

A low, guttural sound rose from her throat, accompanying her raspy breaths. 

He circled his thumb around the swollen nub and stroked it with the tip of his index finger, and her head tilted back, eyes closed and mouth wide open, as if to drink the starlight pouring over her. 

Her gravitational pull was almost impossible to resist now, he was riding his event horizon, one stroke, one moan away from giving in completely to this force he could never hope, nor want to escape. 

She was riding him faster, harder now, her groans almost feral. With a grunt, he quickened his pace as he brought her closer and closer to her edge. 

Gravitational singularity caught them both together. He came with a moan as her walls squeezed his cock, her pleasure-enraptured face and a halo of stars all he could see. Her thighs quivered against his hips and he squeezed her breast, inches above his own chest, while her fists curled around the sheets next to his shoulders. 

He kept rubbing her clit until her fingers wrapped around his wrist, pulling him away from her sensitive spot. 

“Stop,” she panted, “Stop. Too… much.” She tightened around him to punctuate her statement, and waves of aftershock washed over his body. He shuddered, the sensation so intense his brain almost couldn’t make sense of it.

Always gentle despite her ragged breaths and trembling muscles, Angela lowered herself to rest on top of him, laying her head close to his face to plant delicate kisses on his flushed cheek. He wrapped his arms around her, caressing her back while her fingers curled into the sweaty mess of his hair, brushing through it. 

The stars above watched over them as their hearts and breaths slowed down, as their limbs grew heavy, and the post-orgasmic bliss gave way to a fond tranquil haze.

“So.” When Jeff finally broke the silence, his voice came out as a croaky rasp. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Think Webb saved us something for dinner?”

Angela giggled in his ear. Her breath was a warm breeze caressing his neck. “You are terrible.”

“I know,” he answered, trailing his fingers down her spine, “I always am when I’m hungry.”

[carnyreborn]

Ashley wants to get back together with Shepard, even after the mess on Horizon, but now she has to compete with Miranda to see who gets his dick fist.

"Oh fuck off, Cerberus bitch." Ashely and Miranda are both on the elevator towards the highest floors of the Normandy, wanting to get to the captain's cabin, but Miranda is there with her. "You know Skipper cares more about me than he does you." She continues, crossing her arms. "I've been there since the start. We've been through more than you and your fake butt can imagine."

"Oh, please." Miranda rolls her eyes. "You weren't there after he was brought back. He tried to get you back, very true, but you left him to cool down, all the while I was there... his loyal XO, always willing to do anything it took to please him and keep him focused on the mission." She replies, the smug aura is always clear in her behaviour.

"Hah, fucking hilarious. You think that for a single moment that he ever was fooled by your act, you're more delusional than your former bosses." She continues, very clearly annoyed at Miranda.

"Hah, as if anything I felt for him was an act. Look, you might disagree with me, but don't call my feelings fake." Miranda does get a bit forceful, with Ashley needing to let that part go.

"Yeah, sure, but still, I only did that for truthful reasons, reasons he understood after everything was done, and we came together now." She says. "I'll prove to you I'm the top of his heart."

"And I'll prove to you that I'm the top of his heart", Miranda speaks, as they get off the elevator, just rushing ahead towards his room.

Of course, neither girl could've expected the sight of Shepard being busy in his bed... to his left, Tali, to his right, Samara, and right in front of him, naked as the day she was born, Liara, as he fucks the alien girls. Shepard turns around, hearing the door opening, waving to the two other girls. "Hi, girls! Gimme a bit, and I'll get to you; Liara was a bit too thirsty this morning!"

This... was a miscalculation. But as they stayed back, watching as he continues fucking Liara... Ashley has just one thing to continue the argument. "...I'm his favourite human still." It seems some competitivity will continue between these two girls, even as they realize that Shepard probably has a bit more loving to give than they expected.

[iamcayc]

Gemini Paradox - a Mass Effect WIP :)

Don’t mind me, just shamelessly plugging my Mass Effect fanfic that’s my take on the James Vega romance we all deserved but never got 😭👹 if the summary below tickles your fancy, then please hop on over to Ao3 to read on here!

Athena Shepard died the day they buried an empty casket in her brother's name. Fleeing to old habits and the depths of Omega to escape her grief, Thena lived the next two years in a numb haze, joining the asari dancers at Afterlife, under the watchful eye of Aria T'Loak.

Then, a grinning Alliance marine saunters into the club, calls her "Lola", and spends every day sitting at the front of whatever stage she's dancing on to flirt shamelessly with zero follow-through. His appearance comes three weeks before the ghost of her twin brother walks into Afterlife, shattering the glass cocoon containing what's left of her heart when she realizes that ghost isn't a ghost, but her brother—alive and well.

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A re-imagining of the Mass Effect trilogy centered around Ares and Athena Shepard, the famous (and infamous) twins raised by Anderson and Hackett after the death of their parents, in which, Nihlus lives, Vega gets fast-tracked into ME2 by way of a fake relationship, and the fate of the universe rests in the hands of a brother and sister who will always choose each other above anyone else.

[hanasnx]

P-LINKS! — garrus vakarian.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: must be logged in to twitter on browser/app to view these. otherwise it’ll say link not found. WARNINGS: twitter porn nsfw links ノ hetero porn ノ fem reader ノ thigh-fucking ノ vaginal fingering ノ unprotected sex ノ oral m+f receiving ノ creampies ノ anal.

◈ showing off the concept of thigh-fucking to him

◈ getting excited over knowing how to play with your pussy

◈ fucking you through earth-shattering, leg-shaking orgasms

◈ letting him experiment with the feeling of your mouth

◈ making out while he’s plowing you is one of his fave things

◈ no time for round two unless it’s in the shower

◈ basking in the post-coital afterglow

◈ demonstrating human flexibility

◈ letting you get comfortable on it

◈ this ass-fucking expert loves going in two holes at once

◈ can’t quit on him if he’s keeping your mouth shut

◈ you get wetter when he manhandles you

◈ he’ll never get tired of the way you taste

@HANASNX 2024 | do not copy, plagiarize, or steal.

[sol-consort]

Protocols - Kaidan

[Heavy smut, choking, facesitting, bdsm undertones, use of military titles in bed, sub Kaidan, dom Reader, power bottom reader, gentle end, AFAB!reader, femshep]

Kaidan helps his commander manager her anger in more healthy ways that involve you sitting on his face.

There was only so much noise the walls of the Normandy ship could muffle.

It came to no one's surprise when their commander's voice grew louder and louder. A powerful yell after another as the heated argument between you and the ambassador of humanity went on in the comm room.

Your crew have witnessed you keep your cool even during the most panic-inducing situations, hold your tongue against the most scummy of people as you diplomatically sway them to your side.

They haven't seen you snap this way, not in so long, at least. The last time it happened, Captain Anderson was still in charge, and he swiftly resolved it. 

After all, there was only a single man in this galaxy that commander Shepard would ever bow to.

Yet, they'd be lying if they said they hadn't seen it coming, you despised people like the ambassador and he never understood the concept of taking a step without crushing someone's toes while looking them in the eyes.

The clash between you two was never a matter of if, but a matter of when.

Kaidan just never expected it to happen so soon after the defeat of Saren. He thought politicians were meant to be smart, so why would Udina keep holding this grudge even after Anderson was appointed to the council.

Was the only report you've given anyone when you came back from your most recent council meeting, Garrus and Liara toeing carefully behind you with their tails tucked behind their legs, walking on eggshells around this new side of humanity they witnessed today.

“That son of a bitch stabbed me in the back, lieutenant, no one crosses me and lives to tell the tale. No One.”

Storming your way to the helm of the ship next, your hand slammed down against the smooth surface of the deck as your presence demanded attention. “Patch me through to the human embassy, Joker.”

“Uh…commander, do you wanna go for a walk before that? Take up yoga, maybe? I've heard it does wonders for the-” Joker's failed attempt at humour was put to an end as he met your stern eyes.

“Do I have to repeat my command, pilot?” 

He didn't seem phased by your temper, more bored with having to play military officials for a while. “No, ma’am. Patching you through, ma'am.”

You disappeared into the comm room afterwards, and the screaming match followed shortly as the ambassador connected to the line. 

By that time, Kaiden had already gone back to his usual station below the navigation deck.

If traces of your wrath managed to trickle down to the lower decks, Kaiden could only imagine what the upper decks are going through right now, wondering if anyone will get any sleep tonight.

But you see, that's where the benefits of having a crew you're very acclimated with shine through. Captain Anderson was never known for his lack of temper either, just like captain like commander.

Although some of the newer recruits are probably lost on what to do, why is everyone treating what seems like an unusual anomaly as a slight change in the weather. Some are nervous, others indifferent, while some approving, most likely Ashley. if it was up to her, she would hold down the ambassador for you to lay the punches on, only if you'd only say the word.

Kaidan was fidgeting with the computer screen just behind the railings, leading to the sleep pods. opening and closing apps, checking the task manager just to stare at the cpu going up and down with every action he performed, you know what people do when they want to look like they're busy, when something is clearly distracting them.

Or a specific someone, in this case.

Old habits die hard, he thought he outgrow his juvenile's self affinity for certain military themed erotica sites that held less than ideal videos about just how…adventurous and…authoritarian military women tended to be.

He tried really hard, you never made it easy with your low voice ordering him to come close by, the various times you've lifted someone up by their throat with a single arm just to threaten their whole existence, the weapons attached to your back bringing attention to your god-like sculpted body under that skin tight shiny armour.

God, even the specific manufacturer of your armour had a branch where they made latex replicas for the use of the general public when it came to certain private hobbies.

He is thirty two, he thought he left those youthful lustful fantasies back in his twenties and yet they're creeping back from under his skin with each yell of your voice, each audible slam of your hands down on a hard surface, each time a curse word slipped past your diplomacy painted lips that usually held nothing but honeyed smooth promises of help, strumming the heroics lyre like it was your second nature.

Why did your voice have to sound so hot throwing insults at people who outrank you? 

Oh how much he'd kill just to be a fly on that wall, witness your wrath first hand in all of its glory, hope he may never end up on the receiving end whilst wishing you'd bear your fangs over more people to keep them in line.

He's too lost in the fantasy of you standing over him, boot against his chest as you push him onto the ground. Eyes filled with fury, ordering him to strip.

Would it be corny to imagine a whip in your other hand? Well, it's his imagination. He deserves to get a little self-indulgent, no matter how corny it might be. 

Your sweat makes your hair stick to your forehead as you crack the whip just next to his face, sending a shiver down his spine as a small cut forms on the side of his cheek. Kaidan wonders if you'd bend down to his level and lick the blood droplets away before crashing your mouth into his mouth, teeth, and all tugging at his lips.

Or maybe you'd press your thumb painfully against his cut until it burns, making him hiss in pain while resisting the urge to pull away from the hand cupping his cheek, arousal drowning out the pain as you coo at him for being such a good boy for his commander, a perfect soldier toy for you to use however you see fit.

This is tethering dangerous territory, the Normandy crew uniform isn't the most subtle when it came to hiding the slowly rising heat between his legs and Kaidan fears what would happen if someone happened to be walking by.

“Lieutenant.” 

it takes him some seconds to register that your voice came from the outside rather than the inside of his brain. Kaidan quickly straightens his posture and turns to face you, hands casually clasped in front of him.

“How can I help you, commander?”

“Cut the act, Alenko, I'm here for you, not for my lieutenant.”

Kaidan's body visibility relaxed as he took a step closer to you, a light chuckle leaving his mouth before he said “you really gave it to Udina up there, huh Shepard, I've never seen you this…active since a long time ago.”

“He got what he deserves. I just hope it was enough to scare him off my back.”

“Me too, Shepard. So, uh, did you need something else. A shoulder to lean on, maybe?.”

“You could say it's something like that.” Your voice dipped in volume, took a sweeter, more smooth tone, one that only Kaidan is ever so familiar with.

His eyes widen slightly, and memory after another of that night, the two of you shared flashes back so quickly he almost swears he could still feel the heat of your skin against his naked body.

Swallowing down, Kaiden resists the urge to bring up the protocol against fraternisation as he tells himself it's okay. The two of you have earned it. Not to mention that you look like you really need it, so maybe it's not so bad to break rules every now and then.

“What…uh, did you have in mind, Shepard?”

“Kaidan” the temptation in your voice made him hold his breath, “how strong is your neck?” The way you cupped his face so gently with the most lustful half lidded look in your eyes.

Okay, who is he fooling? He is the one who desperately needs this. At times, he feels like he needs it more than air, the deep longing echoing in his body, the unfulfilled needs that never get sated no matter how much he tries. It's like you made it impossible for him to find release in anything that doesn't involve him moaning your name with your legs wrapped around him.

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If someone asked Kaidan how he wished to meet his end, then at the line of duty, protecting the vulnerable would've been his answer on any given normal day.

but currently, nothing could convince him not to throw his life away just for another second between your thighs, another minute of your full weight pressing down on his face and burying his mouth against your aching cunt.

you're grinding down against his nose and harshly riding his face, powerful thighs that walked and ran the terrains of various planets like it was nothing, that held down against the knock-back of every heavy gun you've used, that kept you stable and grounded no matter who your foes were.

Are currently hugging his head, pressing against the side of his face and drowning him. narrowing his vision just to focus on you and your wet dripping heat that he eagerly laps up with every thrust of your hips, tongue chasing to catch every bit of your wetness so it may go down his throat where it belongs.

he has never felt more in his appropriate place in his life, under a powerful woman, tugging his hair and making use of him. not just any woman to boost, but The Commander Shepard, the hero of the human race, the person single handedly responsible for reducing this grown man into a desperate soldier, eager to please his mistress.

Your tight grip against his hair strands only makes him feel more used, pathetic in an addicting way. you could snap his neck in half with your big thighs, and he'd still thank you for it as you dragged him by the hair to the medical wing nearby.

The sound of your moans fill the captain's room, telling him how good of a job he's doing eating you out. Mercilessly fucking back into his face without a care as you test the limits of how resilient your subordinate is. 

Strong hands gripping your thighs, no doubt leaving prints behind as they pull you further down into him as if he just can't get enough of your taste, can't swallow down enough of your wetness. Taking clear pride in the amount of pleasure he's providing by serving under you.

without doing anything, all of your needs are accounted for as one of his hands lets go of your thigh and two fingers rub your clit to match the pace you're grinding down with, releasing in the arch of your back whenever he presses hard against the bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, keep going. Don't you dare stop soldier.” breathlessly you give him the order as your hand pulls harshed against his hair, making his mind melt in a mix of pain and pleasure.

And something about referring to him with a lower title than his rank makes his hips buck in frustration, the room air indifferent against his naked body while his hard cock leaks in neglect.

Using military titles in bed was never his forte, but like everything else you do, you manage to be the exception to every rule known to mankind. 

Suddenly he can't but crave to prove himself to you, remind you that he is your lieutenant and not just another soldier, that he has more authority than most people on this ship just so your eyes may stay looking at him and never wander away. He will be as powerful as you need him to be, and as submissive as you order him to, he will get on his knees every day for you if that's what his commander wishes for.

Just keep him by your side, let him have more of you, take up more of your personal time, and press his lips against your neck. 

He can't wait for shore leave when this routine mission ends. The idea of waking up next to you on a soft bed for once sounds like heaven. He has a nice apartment he will happily take you back to and spoil you rotten, show you just how much of a romantic he can be.

It's just another routine mission.

The way your thighs start quivering and pressing against him harder makes him think you're close, they're almost choking the air out of him but he doesn't pay it any attention and focuses on your own pleasure instead.

Tongue going deeper inside you before sliding out and licking a trail leading to your clit then going inside again, repeating this cycle and making sure he doesn't cut any corners when it comes to eating you out.

With a loud yell of his name, your whole weight finally collapses down on him as you reach your climax. Cutting off his breath and making him swallow down all of your cum and lap it up.

When you eventually pull away and scoot back to sit on his chest instead, you notice the mess you've made of his face. Your wetness staining his mouth and jaw as he looks at you eagerly for how well of a job He had done.

And Kaidan seems to share your relief, noticing how more relaxed he managed to get your body to be, how there is a hint of a smile in the corners of your lips, how all the anger and frustration fizzled out.

A sudden moan is forced out of him when you lean back and grip his aching cock in your hand, giving it a good pump to squeeze out the precum. 

Kaidan bites his lip with desperation in his eyes, silently begging for you to go on. Moaning out a small thank you when you move back until your wet heat is directly above his hard cock.

The head rubbing against your folds, making him lose his mind and use all of his self-control to not just thrust up. He can't even imagine the idea of disobeying you, so he surrenders to your will as you continue to tease and edge his poor throbbing cock.

Thankfully, you seem to be in a good mood, for the next thing he knows is the feeling of your heat fully wrapping around him and taking him inside.

Kaidan clutches the white sheets underneath him, Back arching as your silky insides squeeze His cock for all he's worth. 

“Think you can handle me, Alenko? Or should I go slow?”

you haven't even started yet, and he feels like seconds away from bursting, with a shake of his head, he manages to speak out. “Slow, have mercy, Shepard.”

“You got it, lieutenant.” Your words held more gentleness to them, leaning forward and peppering kisses against the corner of his mouth as your hips moved up and down slowly.

Gently rocking against him and moving at his own pace, Kaiden melted into your kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist. chasing your mouth after you broke the kiss.

Focusing on his neck, you sucked and marked the tender flesh as he squirmed in pleasure underneath you. Keeping the slow pace and waiting for him to give you the signal to go faster.

By the time Kaidan was close, you made sure to hold him tight and against you and let him bury his face in your chest. Strong arms trembling as they hugged you for dear life while you fucked his cock in and out of you.

You felt his cum fill your insides, his release leaking out of you and down his cock as you stayed relentless and kept moving your hips until there was no more for him to give.

Cupping his face, You were met with his lovestruck eyes that stared at you in awe as if you were something phenomenal, as if he has never met a person like you before in his life.

and you let him catch his breath. Slipping his cock from Inside you as he laid back on the bed. 

You got up and headed to the private bathroom in your room, cleaning yourself and bringing a warm towel back to the bed to clean Kaidan with. Rubbing it against his skin gently and wiping off all the sweat, wetness and cum. It will do for now until he could regain his strength for a shower.

Putting your military casual wear back on, you leaned back against your desk as you watched him doze off on your bed. Naked skin glistening and a heat colouring his face.

[strawberrykidneystone]

hey pumpkin

summary: shepard and garrus have a fun fall day and end it with a bang (LOL)

a/n: happy butchtober!!! this turned out way longer than i thought it would be. also can you tell i want a green kitchen in my house😋

tags: spacer!fem!shepard, butch he/him lesbian garrus, porn with little plot, brief anal licking, eating it from the back‼️, tribbing/scissoring, ass taps, spitting

ao3 version

shepard and garrus were visiting earth for a small date just for the two of them, doing classic fall activities that shepard fondly remembered doing in her childhood with her family when they were stationed on earth. her mother, hannah shepard, recommended the old apple orchard where they went when she was little and she was so excited to share her fall traditions with the love of her life. while garrus couldn’t eat the traditional fall festival human foods, like apple cider donuts, pumpkin confectioneries, etc., they were happily surprised to find that they had turian alternatives to her favorite foods. even more to see other human-alien couples who were also celebrating the newly cool weather and changing of the leaves. the fresh cool air was a nice change from the usual stuffy atmosphere of being stuck in a ship for an undetermined amount of time.

garrus complained afterward that his least favorite part of the day was the hay ride, insisting that a piece was lodged somewhere in the bottom part of his exterior suit padding. shepard laughed and shook her head, knowing that the hay was absolutely sticking in her ass during the ride too. regardless, they both still had a wonderful time.

the couple returned to their beach house with a basket full of red apples and two freshly cut pumpkins, ready to be carved into jack-o-lanterns. garrus didn’t understand the tradition of carving into the giant orange gourds and when he asked shepard about it, she couldn’t remember where it came from as she had vaguely learned the traditions in elementary school. the two were going to look up the actual origins of halloween on a datapad when they arrived back at their shared home.

unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, that would have to wait for another time.

shepard had barely set the basket down in the kitchen before she felt two taloned hands gripping her hips. garrus pressed the front of his pelvis against her ass, burying his face into her neck which trapped her against their granite kitchen island. he inhaled deeply and placed a few pecks up her neck, noting how cinnamon from their previous treats was mixed in with her usual perfume. she smiled and pushed her hips back against him, reaching a hand back to the nape of his neck. she trailed her finger down the back of his head and stroked the sensitive space along his carapace. garrus shivered at her delicate yet precise touch, grinding himself into her plush ass. he reached his hand into the front of her pants and slipped his talons into her panties, quickly finding her protruding clit in between her wet lips, “god you’re soaked already, this all for me?”

“yes yes, all for you baby,” she cupped the back of his neck and pulled his face down to hers, pressing her lips desperately against his. garrus nipped at her bottom lip, causing her to gasp against his rugged lip plates. he took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into her mouth, circling the tapered blue muscle against her much smaller one. he was careful as he massaged the inside of her mouth, one wrong move and he could easily brush against her uvula while going down her throat. she rubbed her tongue against his and hallowed her cheeks as she softly sucked on his long blue appendage, slightly bobbing her head back and forth. shepard was grateful for the counter in front of her, leaning on it with one hand like a lifeline as her legs became weak from her focus on the pleasure in between her legs while her other hand was clutching onto the back of garrus’ neck, stimulating one of his main erogenous zones. he moaned into her mouth, rutting himself further into her and purring happily as her fingers continued to explore his tender nape. garrus pulled back with his tongue slightly hanging out of his mouth like a dog, a string of saliva connecting the two of them.

fuck that was hot.

“turn over, ass up, and lay down on your stomach,” he growled and dragged his hand out of her panties, stepping back to give her the space to properly get into the ledge.

shepard whined in frustration at the loss of contact but obeyed his orders. she bent over the counter and pressed her cheek into the cold surface, wiggling her hips back in anticipation. garrus licked his lip plates in anticipation, a habit he picked up from shepard. his mouth was watering at the delicious sight before him. he took his time peeling her pants off, watching goosebumps form on her legs as they met the cool air of their beach house. garrus kneeled down and couldn’t tear his eyes away from her soaked panties clinging to her pussy, admiring the outline of her lips as well as how her bush spilled over the sides of the soft fabric. he couldn’t stop himself from pressing his nose plates into the wet spot that formed and inhaled deeply, groaning as he could feel himself getting just as wet as she was. shepard felt heat rise to her cheeks at his ministrations, her hips involuntarily grinding back against the hard plating of his nose. he nodded his head along to the rhythm of her nips, his nose getting slightly damp. shepard could feel the bumpy texture of his plating even though the fabric barrier between them.

spirits he couldn’t get enough of how she smelled.

pride warming his chest as he noticed the subtle mix of his own scent in hers.

garrus hooked the side of her panties and slowly dragged them down her legs. he slipped them off her feet and tickled her arches with his talons, causing her to squawk in surprise followed by involuntary giggling. he kissed up the back of her calves, licking as he went. shepard unconsciously had her thighs pressed together, desperate for some kind of friction from his teasing. garrus tutted at this and pried apart her thighs with his rough hands, “open your legs for me honey, i wanna see all of you.”

he trailed his talons up the back side of her thighs and spread his hands over her ass cheeks, giving them a harsh squeeze. garrus licked up the side of her thighs, flicking his tongue against her outer lips. he gently circled his fingers softly from her labia majora to her labia minora, explicitly not touching where she wanted him the most.

“garrus please… stop teasing,” shepard begged breathlessly, feeling him open her lips up with two talons.

“patience sweetheart,” he purred, admiring her slicked folds gleaming in the soft lights of the kitchen.

garrus stuck his tongue out and instead of going between her folds, he went right in between her ass cheeks, massaging the puckered hole with his tongue. shepard shivered at the sensation, still not used to stimulation around her anus. they had slowly been experimenting for a while, but she wasn’t ready for full penetration yet. she clenched around nothing at just the thought of being so vulnerable with him, feeling empty and needing his thick tongue inside of her more than anything else in the galaxy at that moment. he could feel her impatience and frankly, he loved the way she tasted too much to tease any further.

so he finally indulged her.

he parted her lower lips with his ridged tongue, rubbing along her wet folds all the way up to her clitoral hood. shepard gasped at the sudden contact, the texture of his tongue adding to the pleasure she felt as her clit was finally being stimulated. garrus skillfully drove his tongue back and forth against her wetness, slick noises filling the room and ricocheting off of the green linoleum tiles. he switched his ministrations to a side-to-side motion, focusing specifically on her clit and using the tapered tip of his tongue to meet the tip of her sensitive nub. shepard was a moaning, withering mess on the counter, grinding her hips back against his tongue and holding onto the edge of the kitchen island so hard that her knuckles were turning white. garrus relaxed into her and let his mating subvocals vibrate out, loud enough to make his tongue vibrate against her aching heat.

"o-oh spirits garrus!" she moaned out, her toes curling in pleasure with her thighs slightly closing together, pressing against his face.

he hummed in appreciation and lapped at her folds, taking one hand off of her ass and giving the cheek a few love taps. his own hips were desperately grinding against nothing, rubbing his thighs together as seeing her wither under him was making his own arousal pool into his underwear. garrus drew his tongue back and used the thumb of his hand to rub tight circles on her clit. he let his saliva build up in his mouth for a little and spit on her exposed vulva. shepard quivered at the warm liquid, feeling him swirl his spit with her slick using his long tongue. he teased her opening with the tip of his tongue, adjusting his grip on her hips to hold her down firmly as he slid his tongue inside of her. shepard gasped as he split her open, feeling every textured inch of his tongue inside of her, filling her up just like a cock.

garrus thrusted his tongue inside of her, hitting all the right spots and vibrating inside of her. the thumb stimulating her clit started to circle faster, getting wetter and wetter with each movement. he moved his head back and forth while he was plunging his tongue deeper into her, massaging her walls with precise motions. feeling her clench around his tongue. the knot in her stomach was already starting to tighten embarrassing fast, her walls fluttering around his tongue. he knew that she was close without even needing to hear her choke out, "g-garrus, 'm close!"

he nodded against her and continued at his same pace, hearing her breathy moans above him until she suddenly let out a loud guttural moan. she clenched tightly around his slick muscle, her cum and arousal fluids completely soaking his face. garrus carefully pulled out his tongue and licked up her fluids, gently swiping over her clit with his tongue as she twitched away from overstimulation. he slowly stood up and kissed the middle of her back in a silent 'thank you'. shepard smiled a the gesture and picked her chest up off of the counter, turning around to face him. she studied the wet sheen on his face for a moment before cupping his cheeks and pulling him into a deep kiss. garrus pushed his lip plates into her soft lips, cradling her waist so that her back arched with her chest flush against his.

shepard grabbed his hand and led him hastily onto the couch, lightly pushing him down onto his back. she checked and made sure that his fringe was safely hanging over the edge of the couch before climbing ontop of him. quickly, she pulled down his pants and underwear along with them, sharply sucking in a breath at how wet he was. she couldn't help herself and reached a hand down, rubbing his folds with two of her fingers. garrus' hips bucked up and he leaned his head back against the armrest of the couch, groaning at the meticulous movements of her small fingers. shepard gathered his slick onto her fingers and brought them up to her mouth, making a show of licking up her fingers before inserting them all the way in. garrus was hypnotized by her teasing, feeling himself pulse with need.

she carefully slipped a leg under his and leaned her weight back on her hands, scooting her hips forward until their vulvas touched. garrus' hands naturally went to her hips, guiding them to grind down on him while he rubbed with a hint of desperation against her, seeking his own orgasm. he selfishly gyrated against her as much as he could with her weight on top of him. shepard rocked her hips against his perfect pussy with garrus pushing back with equal force, slick sounds filling the pair's ears as they both drew closer to their highs. they could both feel each other pulsing against one another, adding to their overall pleasure. garrus looked up at her as if she had hung all the stars in the sky. his hot body temperature only added more stimulation.

shepard's whined out a moan as she came first, the tightness in her stomach snapping from overstimulation. she weakly continued to rub her pussy against garrus' letting herself be moved by his grip on her hips as her mind was numb with her second indulgence. garrus watched as her clothed breasts bounced with her movements, groaning as he used her hips to easily slide himself against her. shepard leaned forward and scratched her nails along his fringe, sending him over the edge with a grip on her hips that would definitely leave a few bruises tomorrow. garrus moaned out her name as he reached his peak and his cum gushed out, his hips still rutting against her involuntarily as he was coming down from his high. he couldn’t help but look down at their connected lips, puffier and covered in their mixed juices.

shepard snapped his out of his haze by leaning her forehead against his. garrus returned the gesture by nuzzling his forehead against hers, reminding shepard of a cat which brought a slight smirk to her lips. the room was warm with the smell of sex lingering in the air, a welcomed warmth after a chilly afternoon spent outside. shepard brought her leg over so that she was simply straddling his lap now and leaned her head onto his chest. his shell was too thick for her to hear his heartbeat, but she could feel the calming subvocals coming from his throat. garrus ran his talons through her hair and cooed sweet nothings to her. shepard reached down and ran her fingers against the bottom of his hip, finding a piece of hay between his ass and the couch. she held it up in disbelief and looked at him, both of them bursting out in laughter with garrus squeaking out that he was 'right the whole time!'. shepard shook her head and threw it across the room, lunging forward and wrapping her arms around his neck. he returned the gesture by wrapping his arms around her waist, chuckling as he felt her press kisses all around his face while he rubbed her back.

maybe the hay ride was worth it after all.

a/n: save me freshly made apple cider donuts....

[mahiiimahiiii]

First night and last night- Garrus Vakarian x fem shep

here's a snippet from my recent fic!

“Commander.” Miranda appeared in the doorway “I’d just like to debrief on the mission. Chakwas said that Garrus should heal relatively ok- if that’s…” she paused “I know he’s your original crew so, Id certainly understand if you were nervous” Jason followed behind her stationing themselves at the opposite bench.

“at least the mission went well. We knocked out a lot of boss’s etcetera.” She sighed “thanks for the update’s you guys. I appreciate you being here for me.”

Miranda tentatively approached her and squeezed her arm. “It will be fine- “

“I think this would be the worst way to end a friendship, so I just feel… like I could’ve done more. After Kaiden I promised myself, I would never lose another man.”

“And you won’t” she insisted. “he’s going to make it. I promise you.”  Her gaze was more affirmative, in almost a threatening way. “I’ll see to it myself.”

“I trust you.” The commander softly uttered

The door flung open revealing the weathered turian, “anything I missed?” he kept his tone light. Miranda looked back at jane a slight knowing glow at the tinge of excitement in shepherds’ eyes.

The officer let go of the other’s hands and motioned them out. “you’re both dismissed.” She cleared her throat awkwardly, they nodded and left leaving the soldier and their angel alone.

They clasped hands, touching and pressing their palms to the others’ faces, determining if this was just a fabrication through feeling.

“I thought I lost you” Shepard croaked; her eye began to rapidly blink batting away anyway of showing any other emotion other than stoicism.

The larger laughed contentedly “I could say the same” both of their voices were barely above a whisper “you’re real- you’re whole- you’re warm. I can feel you- I’ve waited for you- for a while.” His mandibles clicked on emphasis. A contented warm purr emanating from his chest, he pressed the bridge of his nose to her neck, smelling the thick scent of emotion on her.

“I have a bed now Garrus- “the officer commented, though offhandedly “how did you find yourself on omega?”

“Well,” he sighed, “that’s a long story. I originally had gone to track down another turian who took out my whole team. I had thought- foolishly at that, I could track them as most roads leads to omega.”

Jane nodded slowly somewhat understanding “and you just…stayed.”

“I was kind of lost… without you. I didn’t not to go back to bureaucracy either. I would feel stifled.” He chittered softly. “Let’s see that bed you have, I think it would be, rather impolite to have…relations, in the comm room.”

find it here:

[therealmofamorus]

Ask

Crossover AU Original Male AU Cyberpunk AU

Jack (Mass effect) is it true that you are upgrading your cybernetic implant just so you can take Issei’s cock better and get more pleasure out of being fucked by him?

“I got no choice but to upgrade my cybernetic implants because the damn fucker got a dick the size of a horse and fuck like a Krogan in heat.” Jack replied as she remembered the first time she fuck him or rather memory of him fucking her to unconsciousness.

[scripts4dreamers]

All I see

AN: So, I wrote a Garrus Vakarian piece a while back and one of my friends pointed out that I had committed the cardinal sin, which is making two characters have healthy communication about an issue. She said "where is the ANGST. Where is the CODEPENDENCY" and, you know what? She's a real one for that. So, here is me going back to my teen years, rewriting a similar situation with 10x the miscommunication and jealousy, plus my ham fisted attempt at smut, which I usually avoid. I hope you enjoy! Warnings: Mature, sexual content and themes Spoilers: None

As he watched Shepard stumble off to the bathroom, her naked skin catching the light in a way that made him ache, Garrus had to admit, he’d really screwed himself this time. It had seemed so harmless at first, just two friends helping one another unwind, a much needed release of tension after hard fights with the added bonus of getting to try something new sexually with someone he could trust. Casual, meaningless sex. He’d done it before, he’d even enjoyed doing it before but, damnit, it had gotten complicated quickly. Not for Shepard. No, as far as Garrus could tell she was thoroughly enjoying their arrangement but, then again, Shepard hadn’t been violently suppressing her feelings for him for the better part of three years. Shepard wasn’t a closeted hopeless romantic whose heart famously lived in her dick. Shepard didn’t live in a ship - hell, a universe - filled to the brim with people who wanted to fuck Garrus. Oh no, that particular punishment was reserved solely for him.

It was a strange kind of torment to watch the woman you’ve been falling for for years, your best friend in the galaxy, and the universe’s only hope, get flirted with by every Turian, Asari, Drell and Human they came across mere hours after she was screaming your name and coming all over your cock as she begged you to pull her hair harder, but here Garrus was. At first it hadn’t bothered him much. Shepard was powerful, she was beautiful, she was charismatic and charming, she was dependable and dutiful and creative. She was irresistible to him, so how could he begrudge her for being irresistible to everyone else as well? And, most importantly, she came home to him. Let the security guy at C-Sec daydream about the famous Commander Shepard, he would think to himself, it was Garrus who got to make that dream a reality. But then time started to pass, the sex got infinitely better and Garrus’ feelings for Shepard got infinitely more complicated.

Garrus’s long held assertion that his feelings for Shepard were just a temporary infatuation stemming from how much she had changed his life on board the Normandy SR1 mixed with the heady, intoxicating relief of finding out she wasn’t dead had started to ring hollow. Too much time had passed and his feelings were too tender and specific. He couldn’t blame his desire for her on mere curiosity anymore either, or on the normal urges that pop up between crew mates on high stakes missions. He couldn’t even consider what they were doing just fucking anymore. In his mind he had started using other phrases; sleeping together, going to bed, being intimate, all things that had not been part of their initial agreement and were not considered casual, no strings attached sex. It was getting in his head and, unfortunately, Shepard had started to notice. She hadn’t said anything to him outright about his weird behaviour, but he could see that she wanted to. She was giving Garrus a chance to bring it up himself which, for obvious reasons, he couldn’t do.

In short, his stupid, achy, sentimental heart was dangerously close to ruining a good thing for him. Because, to be clear, this arrangement was a very good thing for Garrus. His battlefield chemistry with Shepard, which Garrus considered to be unmatched, so perfectly aligned that it sometimes made him want to believe in god just to have an explanation, paled in comparison to what they could do to one another in bed. It had taken them a while to get there, of course. Their first time had been so overshadowed by nerves and adrenaline and the sheer newness of it all that they had both been somewhat bumbling but, even then, it had been one of the best nights of his life. He had never been able to laugh with someone in bed, to clang his head against theirs wrong and not spoil the moment. It had been so exciting to have to learn someone’s body again, to be taught what she liked, to show her what he liked. They had been so eager, so well meaning and comfortable around each other that any awkwardness seemed endearing, and they were both quick studies.

He heard the shower start up. It was late, probably coming up on 2am, but Shepard hated going to bed sweaty and he’d put her through her paces that night, hoping to drown the memories of the young Asari who had playfully pulled Shepard’s hair at Afterlife and offered to take her home in memories of him, of the pleasure he could bring her. He was starting to worry that he’d been too rough. Shepard hadn’t said anything to make him feel that way, if anything she had seemed very receptive to the way his talons had dug into her hips and ass, but still. Garrus had been angry for a moment there and he never wanted to take that out on Shepard. If nothing else, she was his best friend. She had been there for him through everything, she didn’t deserve to become his punching bag just because his feelings got hurt.

Feeling guilty, Garrus followed the sound of the shower into the bathroom, crossing his arms over his carapace and merely watching for a moment. Shepard was so human. She was humming to herself, a tuneless melody that spoke to how satisfied she was. He could see the beginning of bruises on her hips and the slight outline of his teeth where he had bitten her shoulder and his guilt intensified. She just looked so…so vulnerable without her clothes or armor on. Her body curved and bent in places he couldn’t understand. Every inch of her was soft and unprotected, even her neck, chest and thighs which, he felt, should really have some sort of plating, if only to protect her main arteries. The smell of her shampoo, mixed with their lingering sex was heady and, as he watched her run her hands over her neck he could feel the first stirrings of arousal, but he pushed it down. She caught his eye and gave him that special knowing smile she reserved just for nights like his and beckoned him in. Garrus knew he shouldn’t, but he hated denying her anything, especially when it was something he also wanted desperately.

The warm rain felt wonderful against his plates, but it was nothing compared to Shepard’s water-slick skin beneath his palms. He licked a stripe down the back of her neck, letting his rough tongue scrape over the sensitive skin at the base of her ear and where her neck and shoulder met. She hummed her appreciation as he massaged her lower back, pulling her against his carapace and slowly moving his attention to her thighs.

“I’m sorry,” he said sincerely into her ear as he traced the blossoming bruises, “I-uh-I got a little carried away.”

She chuckled, “Yeah, you were really in it there, huh? Don’t apologize though, it was hot.”

He flushed, the skin of his torso and neck darkening slightly at the praise, “Still, I know I need to be more careful with-” he gestured with his talons.

Shepard rolled her eyes dramatically, turning to face him, “I’m not made of glass, Vakarian,” she reminded him leaning back against the shower wall and tugging him forward as she pressed her thigh in between his legs, “I’m not going to shatter if you squeeze me wrong.”

He groaned as her thigh pressed up against his groin plate, which was already loose and getting looser by the second.

“No, you won’t shatter,” he conceded, leaning his head down so his forehead was almost touching hers, his hands finding purchase on her lower back as he rolled his hips against her thigh, “but you might pop. You humans do have very thin skin.”

She chuckled, moving her hand up to absentmindedly scrape the back of his neck, “I trust you,” she said, her voice uncharacteristically tender.

Her eyes met his, wide and soft with affection and the complete acceptance she had always offered him so freely. He remembered that exact same look in her eye when she had first met him on the Citadel, when he’d told her about Dr Saleon, when he’d gone back to the Citadel. There had been something else in her eyes when she found him on Omega, a kind of frantic relief that still made him thrum with pleasure to remember, but the acceptance had never wavered. Whether he deserved it…well, he tried to. Spirits, he was always trying to. It was too easy to imagine things being different when she looked at him like that. If he wasn’t careful he would lose himself to the fantasy of them, so he pushed it away.

“Still,” he replied lamely, just to say something.

There was a moment of silence, Shepard’s gaze turning knowing as she waited, again, for an explanation of his behavior that wasn’t forthcoming.

“So,” Shepard eventually continued, “what got you so worked up, Vakarian? Could it have been that pretty little Human that was all over you at Afterlife?”

Garrus recoiled, genuinely stunned, “Excuse me?”

“Sarah,” she laughed, “you remember, she bought you those drinks to say thank you for helping me solve Nef’s murder?”

Garrus frowned, “The blonde?”

“Yes, the blonde!”

Garrus vaguely remembered her, but blonde was really the best he could do. At the time he had been preoccupied by the Asari and the hair pulling and all the giggling that was happening while he tried not to shatter the glass he was holding.

“No, she wasn’t-” Garrus started, “you think she was hitting on me?”

For a moment Shepard’s smile almost looked strained, but it vanished before he could be sure as she sighed dramatically and pushed off the wall. For a second she was flush against Garrus, making his breath catch in his throat and sending a bolt of desire straight to his cock, but then she just brushed by him, hopping out of the shower and wrapping herself in a towel.

“She was definitely hitting on you,” she continued, as though nothing had happened, “she even gave me her number to give to you.”

Garrus let out a breath of frustration, but secretly relished the teasing as he followed her out of the shower and back into the main bedroom.

“No she didn’t,” he insisted, “you’re making this up.”

“Swear to god,” Shepard insisted, rifling through her nightstand and pulling out an Afterlife napkin.

She passed it over to him, her wet fingers eating away at the corners of the paper but not yet blurring the little string of numbers written in loopy, black ink next to the name ‘Sarah’. There was another number too, and another name; ‘Ameera’, and Garrus felt that roiling, heavy jealousy sink into the pit of his stomach again.

“You didn’t give this to me,” he pointed out.

She snorted, having settled on the bed and now roughly towel drying her hair, “I was going to, but you were fairly, shall we say, preoccupied when you arrived here. Either way, I’m giving it to you now.”

Shepard was right, when he’d shown up at her cabin he’d barely given her time to say ‘come in’ before he was slipping his tongue into her mouth and dragging his talons down her sides, but he wasn’t in the mood to be reasonable and fair.

“Seems like I’m not the only one with an admirer,” he pointed out, “you-uh-you gonna call this Ameera person?”

Shepard shrugged, an inscrutable look on her face, “I hadn’t given it much thought, really,” she said, “seems like a big risk with everything going on. Plus,” she smiled at him, “I’m not sure I’m really looking for anything else right now.”

Garrus barely heard her.

His own jealousy was pounding in his head and, before he could think it through, he heard himself say, “You should. It would be nice to finally get a break from being the person in charge of keeping you satisfied. Maybe we should do a double date.”

She didn’t respond for a long time, just holding his gaze as something he couldn’t identify flickered across her face. Hurt maybe? Embarrassment? Whatever it was, it made Garrus feel like an ass, but he was still riding too high on pride and jealousy to admit he may have crossed a line.

“Is that what you want?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Garrus replied immediately, the lie coming easier than he had expected, “the blonde-” he checked her name on the tissue, “Sarah, was cute. Plus, we could use a night out, right?”

Shepard didn’t meet his eye, moving to her wardrobe and pulling on clothes, “Sure. You set it up with Sarah and I’ll call Ameera,” she said simply.

Garrus knew he’d messed up somewhere. The way Shepard was moving was mechanical, militaristic, the way she stripped down and armored up before missions rather than the lazy, teasing way she tended to get dressed when they were together. She didn’t try to look at or talk to him. She didn’t suggest that he get dressed, or tell him to leave, but he felt like he should anyway.

“Yeah, I-uh-” Garrus cleared his throat, slowly starting to pull his own clothes on, “I’ll do that. Is there anywhere on Omega you particularly want to go, or anything you want to do?”

Shepard shrugged with one shoulder, still not really looking at him as she buttoned up her pajama top, “Whatever you want, Garrus. You know Omega better than I do. Maybe ask Sarah.”

Ouch. Yeah, okay, he was definitely being dismissed. He wanted to take all this back, slip back into their little bubble of post-coital bliss, but he didn’t know how to. He wasn’t even sure what exactly had happened, but it was clear that he had shattered something delicate.

He stood, moving behind her and gently wrapping his arms around her waist. If she had been Turian, this would have been an explicitly sexual move, but he knew it wasn’t the same for humans. Still, he kept his touch gentle, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her head. Shepard froze, letting out a small breath, but otherwise did not react at all. Reluctantly, Garrus let go.

“Goodnight, Shepard.” he said, hoping she could hear the apology in his voice.

She gave him a weak, half-hearted smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, “Night, Garrus.”

And as the door slid shut between them, leaving Garrus to make his way slowly to the crew quarters on his own, he couldn’t help but marvel that, this time, it was his mouth, not his heart, that was ruining a good thing.

—

As it turned out, Sarah was very sweet, very talkative and very boring. She seemed thrilled to be out with a Turian and especially one so handsome and rugged looking she kept reminding him. She had been so enthusiastic about the date when he called that it had actually made Garrus think that maybe it hadn’t been a terrible, impulsive mistake brought on by his own immaturity but, 20 minutes in and Garrus was already wondering if he could fake a Normandy emergency and bail. He was nervous and hyper alert, not out of a desire to have the date go well, but because he knew that Shepard and Ameera would be arriving any minute. Shepard, gentlewomen that she was, had insisted on picking Ameera up from her apartment and walking her to the place Garrus had selected, suggesting to Garrus that this would give them both time to get to know their dates one-on-one before all joining up for drinks.

Garrus had selected a hole-in-the-wall place where they played live music, but people could still have a conversation. They served good drinks for cheap and, with how dull Sarah was, Garrus was taking full advantage. Consequently, by the time Sarah squealed out a greeting and jumped up to hug the incoming guests, Garrus had already developed a bit of a buzz.

Which was a mistake.

He took one look at Shepard, saw her arm strung carelessly around Ameera’s waist, met her eyes and-spirits alive, what the fuck was he thinking? This whole thing was a fucking terrible idea. She looked good. More than good, she looked ravishing. She had wrapped her soft, curvy frame in a black dress that left very little to the imagination. Her shoulders were bare, the dress’ long sleeves falling down her upper arms in a way that screamed casual elegance. Her hair was styled so that it all fell over her left shoulder in soft waves. Her eyes were lined with black, her lips painted a deep blood red that he longed to smudge against her skin with his thumb. Worst of all, her waist was wrapped in something - a corset, the functional part of his brain supplied - which had been tightened to accentuate her already mesmerizing figure. He hadn’t even known she owned a corset. He also noticed, with a rush of possessiveness, that she had covered his bite mark with makeup. That wouldn’t do, a feral part of him whispered, that wouldn’t do at all.

When their eyes met the world went quiet for a moment. Nothing else existed. No one else mattered, just Garrus and Shepard. His Shepard. He wanted to pull her close and bury his head in her hair. He wanted to kiss that red lipstick right off her, he wanted to see it smeared across his chest plates as she trailed her lips along his torso and-

She looked away, smiling as Sarah - his actual date - jumped up and pulled her into a hug and the moment ended. Sound and movement returned to the world and Garrus found himself awkwardly greeting Ameera and doing the classic ‘haha, aren’t humans so strange with their random acts of public affection’ shtick as their dates talked and he tried to convince his body to calm down.

Ameera seemed nice, if a bit cool with him, her eyes flicking to Shepard with an air of possessiveness that he understood better than most. He almost wanted to laugh at the way the Asari kept a hand on her at all times, angling her body so that she was between Shepard and Sarah, as though Sarah was the threat rather than Garrus, whose genital plates were embarrassingly loose just from looking at Shepard.

“Sorry we’re late,” Shepard sighed, “the walk took a little longer than I had anticipated.”

“We got lost,” Ameera gushed, squeezing Shepard’s arm, “just too busy talking I suppose.”

Yeah right, Garrus thought to himself. How do you live on Omega and get lost on a walk? Still, he gritted his teeth and smiled.

“Oh, it’s no problem,” Sarah assured, “Garrus and I were having a lovely chat.”

Shepard’s eyes flicked to him, as though looking for his confirmation, and he forced himself to agree, “Yeah, glad you took your time.”

He ushered the new couple into the booth he had picked out and was immediately confronted by another unwitting mistake. He had picked a small circular booth that was far enough away from the stage to facilitate talking and private enough that no one was likely to notice the famous Commander Shepard. This meant that, when they all took their seats, and with Ameera insisting on being between her date and Sarah, Garrus found himself next to Shepard rather than across from her. He had been preparing to be across from her. As it was, her bare thigh was pressed against his leg, their torsos mere inches apart as they settled in. His breath caught in his throat and he was immensely grateful that no one at the table could register sub harmonics. There was a moment of tense silence.

“So, what’s everyone drinking?” Shepard asked, breaking the awkwardness with her casual, easy charm.

Conversation restarted, flowing more easily than he had feared, even as every nerve in his body seemed focussed on the tantalising pressure of Shepard’s leg against his own. This was going to be a long, long night.

—

By the time they slipped out of the bar Garrus had picked out, Shepard was wrecked. The constant scrape of his leg against hers, his voice so close to her ear, rumbling through her like a rockslide, the tension between them and the steady stream of drinks had left her feeling strung out and jittery. Ameera had, luckily, interpreted it as nerves. She had agreed to let Shepard walk her home which both made Shepard very happy and Garrus seemingly very unhappy. He had flared his mandibles in a way that, to her, read as aggression, but that Ameera seemed unphased by when she’d suggested it. Whatever it had meant, the sight had reminded Shepard of what it felt like to run her tongue along that mandible, how he moaned and sighed her name when she followed her tongue with her teeth and bit down on the soft skin of his jaw. The corset had been a dig. Honestly, her whole outfit had been a dig, and she was mortified to discover that she was the one suffering, not him.

The whole night had been a disaster. From the second she had arrived and seen that little blonde all over Garrus, she had known that there was no way this would work. No amount of friendship and desire to be the best companion to Garrus she could be could override her natural inclination to lose her shit when someone came for her man.

Not that Garrus was actually her man, she reminded herself. They weren’t anything, really. Just friends helping one another scratch an itch. They were like sparring partners, just naked sparring partners. That had been the agreement, casual, no attachments or obligations, just pure sex. She had thought she could handle doing things the Turian way but seeing Garrus with Sarah had felt like an omniblade to the gut. She was a soldier, she knew she could push her feelings down and put on a brave face but it was clear that their arrangement had to end, and sooner rather than later. How to tell Garrus that without revealing that she tripped and fallen into having a seismic, friendship ruining crush on him would be something she worked out later. Right now she just had to get through the night and make it back to her cabin so she could sob her eyes out in peace.

Right at that moment Ameera snapped her out of her sulking by squeezing her waist, and Shepard felt a pang of guilt. She really was lovely and charming, if a bit possessive. If things had been different-if Shepard could be different, then maybe-

“This is mine,” Ameera sighed, stopping outside the door.

There was a moment where Shepard wasn’t sure what to do.

“Well, I’ll-uh-oh!”

Before she could finish, Ameera had backed her up against a streetlamp and kissed her. Shepard froze for a second but then thought, fuck it. Ameera’s lips were soft, so much more like a human’s than Garrus’ and, as she slid her hands up into Shepard’s hair, she couldn’t help but sigh. Ameera definitely knew what she was doing. Her tongue, so short and smooth, teased Shepard’s bottom lip, asking for entrance, which Shepard granted instinctively. Ameera’s body was soft and forgiving where it pressed against her own, her hands were gentle and familiar as they carded through Shepard’s hair. It was nice. It was simple and all Shepard could think about was Garrus. When they broke apart, breathless, and panting, Ameera’s eyes were bright and sparkling and Shepard felt sick with wanting, sick with needing something she knew Ameera couldn’t give.

“Do you-do you want to come up?” she asked.

Shepard bit her lip, her mind and body warring with one another for a moment before she forcibly took a step back and shook her head, “Thank you for a lovely evening, Ameera.”

The Asari looked disappointed for a moment, but didn’t push, letting Shepard slip away into the night without insisting she call again. It was a relief. As the cold air bit into her skin, Shepard finally felt her head start to clear. Desire still pounded through her like a kick drum, but she could at least order her thoughts into something resembling coherence. The walk back to the Normandy’s docking station was long, long enough for Shepard to start planning the conversation she would have to have with Garrus sometime in the coming days. It broke her heart to even consider severing the connection they had been building. In all her years of service, no one had ever understood her the way Garrus did. No one had ever made her feel safer or more comfortable, no one could pull her out of her head and back into her body the way he could. He was her best friend, but he needed something she couldn’t give him and, as much as she wanted to cling to what they had, she had to love him enough to let him go.

EDI welcomed her back to the ship, which was silent and empty at this time of night. She took a deep breath, letting the familiar surroundings sooth her fraying nerves. She wondered if Garrus had even come back to the Normandy. Had Sarah made him the same offer Ameera had given Shepard? Had he accepted? She stepped into the elevator, torturing herself by imagining Sarah and Garrus tangled up together, his hands on her hips, her head thrown back as he tasted her neck. No awkward learning phase for them. No, Garrus knew how to pleasure human women now. At least she’d helped with that, she thought bitterly.

The elevator dinged, opening on the door to her cabin and Shepard sighed with relief, desperate to wash this horrific night off her as soon as possible. She stepped inside, catching a glimpse of herself reflected in the glass of the fishtank. At least she looked good. Kasumi had talked her into buy this dress on their last trip to the Citadel, she had to remember to-

“Garrus,” she said, shocked to find him sitting on the edge of her bed, holding his head with his elbows resting on his knees.

He looked up, his blue eyes dark with something that made her skin tingle, and let out a breath of his own, standing and making his way towards her quickly.

“Shepard,” he replied, his voice dripping with relief and some other emotion she couldn’t identify as he gripped her waist with one hand and cupped her face with the other. He brought his head down, resting his forehead against hers, “I wasn’t sure you were coming back.”

“I wasn’t sure you were coming back,” she replied, trying for a light tone and failing miserably, “Sarah seemed really into you.”

He growled, his hand tightening on her waist, “Fuck Sarah. Shepard, this whole night was-”

“I can’t do this anymore, Garrus,” she said quickly, forcing the words out before the comfort of his presence shook her resolve, “I’m sorry, I thought I could but I-” she detangled the bodies, taking half a step back and crossing her arms over her chest, “I just can’t.”

He looked like she had slapped him and Shepard felt her heart break just a little more at the confusion in his face.

“You can’t-what?” he asked, stepping towards her again, one arm still outstretched as though to hold her, “I don’t understand.”

Shepard was mortified to find that tears were pricking at the corners of her eyes and threatening to spill over and she tried to force them back with sheer willpower.

“I’m not a Turian,” she eventually said with a rueful laugh, “I thought I could handle sleeping with you and you sleeping with other people, but I can’t, alright? I’m a stupid fucking sentimental human and I just can’t have you all to myself at night and then watch you cozy up to other women during the day. It’s too hard, I can’t do it.”

Well, fuck. That was not what she had practiced. What happened to ‘the good of the mission’ and ‘too busy’ and ‘need to start getting more sleep’? She had so many lines prepared that didn’t boil down to ‘love me, love me, love me’ and that is what came out of her mouth? She felt vulnerable and exposed, like a bug under a microscope. All her ugliness was on display, all her insecurity, her jealousy, her weakness. She hated it. Every instinct told her she needed to bolt, but she felt like she was anchored to the ground, held in place by Garrus’s eyes on her, heavy and dark with expectation.

He was quiet for a long time before he let out a bark of harsh laughter, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“What?”

He did grab her now, pulling her hips against his as he continued, “You think I want anyone else? You think I haven’t been going out of my fucking mind waiting for you to come back, just praying-praying, Shepard-that you weren’t off falling in love with that Asari somewhere?” His voice was frantic, words spilling out like water from a faucet that had been opened too wide. She opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out and Garrus just continued, “Every time that woman touched you I wanted to rip her arm off.” he traced her lips with one of his talons, his eyes flicking between following the path of his finger and holding her own, “Did you really think that coming home to me with your lipstick smudged, smelling like some other woman wouldn’t drive me insane?”

God almighty he was sexy when he was angry. She knew there were things she needed to unpack, feelings that needed discussing when the waves of relief stopped cresting over her, but all that seemed to matter was that Garrus wanted her. Garrus wanted her. Not just someone to take the edge off, but her specifically. He had been waiting for her, not just because he knew she was someone he could fuck, but because he was worried, he was jealous, he was hoping she would come back to him. It was almost too good to be true.

“You said this was what you wanted,” she pushed back, feeling the hot flame of desire pulse through her “I asked-I asked you, Garrus.”

“I lied!” he replied, “I was insecure and jealous and I lied. I’m a terrible Turian, Shepard, you know this. I haven’t wanted anyone but you since-since-” his voice trailed off and he squeezed her waist, suddenly shy.

No, no, no, she thought to herself, you’re not getting away from me this time. She slid her hands up his torso, letting her fingers graze the soft skin of his lower back in the way that made his muscles clench. He bit back a moan and she felt her body respond in kind.

“Since when?” she asked breathlessly.

“Shepard-”

“Tell me,” she insisted, “you made me sit through three hours of drinks while watching Sarah’s hand climb steadily up your thigh, you owe me.”

“You showed up dressed like this,” he countered, his left hand dragging over the corset’s boning, “we’re even.”

“Garrus,” she warned.

He sighed, “Omega. The moment I saw you through my scope.”

“You shot me,” she reminded him, her whole body flooding with warmth.

He let out a breath of laughter, “You were taking your sweet time. I needed you to-” he sighed, leaning in and nuzzling into the crook of her neck, “I needed you.”

“That’s a long time to wait,” she said.

He let out a shaking, shuddering breath, “You have no idea.”

“Oh, yeah?” she teased, hooking her fingers under his jaw and gently forcing him to meet her eye, “try me.”

She pulled him close, pressing her lips to his and pouring every ounce of pent up loneliness and confusion and jealousy into him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him, sighing when he immediately returned her affection in kind. God, how could she ever have doubted that this man wanted her? How could she not have assumed that they were in this together, the way they had been in everything else together? His hands wrapped around her back, toying with the ribbons of her corset before sliding down to grip her ass. His tongue scraped against her teeth and she could feel his groin plates shifting to make space for his cock to press against her stomach. His body was hard and unforgiving beneath her, his hands were sharp where they dug into her skin. They were incompatible, two people that evolution had never meant to meet and yet all she could think as he moved his mouth down her neck was yes, yes, yes.

He was alien, but he was completely hers and, as his reverent touch grew harsher and more frantic, she knew they would fight like hell to get back to each other, come what may. Garrus nipped at her neck, backing her up against the fishtank as his hands travelled past her ass to the back of her thighs. She whimpered as the coolness of the tank against her back clashed with the sharpness of his talons scraping against her soft skin. Her core was aching. She bucked into his hips, chasing a friction she knew he wouldn’t provide until he was good and ready, but relishing the deep groan it pulled out of him anyway as she pressed herself against his dick.

“Garrus-” she breathed.

He ignored her, engrossed in his task of lavishing the column of her throat and cleavage with attention. As his tongue dragged across the skin of her breasts, which were pushed up and on display thanks to the corset, his talons continued their exploration of her thighs, moving from just below the curve of her ass, down and around until they were toying with the skin just below the hem of her skirt. He loved teasing her this way, only applying enough pressure to make her skin dimple and keep her painfully aware of how slowly he was moving.

“I swear, Garrus, if you rip my dress-” she started.

He chuckled and she flushed at the edge of desperation in his voice, “No, this dress should be put in a museum. It’s a cultural artifact. It’’l be the prosecution’s smoking gun when they find me dead tomorrow morning. No, there will be no ripping of the dress.”

Instead he merely slipped one of his hands beneath the hem, making her whine as he trailed his talons along her inner thigh, up, up, up-

She could hear his voice catching as he teased her, alternating between gripping her skin with his fingers and using his talons to hold her attention on the growing need between her legs. Garrus had a terrible habit of making her beg but, with the way his mandibles were flaring, his breath shaky and barely contained, she knew she wouldn’t have to wait long. She tilted his face up to hers, taking a second to press her lips to the mangled scar that covered so much of his right mandible. It was a small tenderness, a self-indulgent reminder that he was real, that he was there, that, despite the odds, he had survived. She loved that damn scar. She loved it more than anything else in the world even if she would never say it, but maybe he knew. Maybe he knew and that’s why it was that kiss that made his fragile resolve crack right down the middle.

Garrus made a sound that was half curse, half groan and there was the sound of ripping. Shepard felt her nice underwear slip down her thighs, completely wrecked and a pleasurable knot of anticipation coiled in her abdomen. She opened her mouth to say something sardonic and witty but it caught in her throat and became a gasp when he plunged two of his fingers into her heat. His fingers were long and thick, two of them at once, especially with no build up, sent a shock of that delicious pain that bordered on pleasure through her. She was tight, too tight. She could vaguely hear him whispering praises in her ear about that, telling her how badly he wanted to feel her clench around his cock, but it was all senseless noise dissolving into the feeling of fullness, the completeness of his fingers inside her, just gently brushing that spot that made her feel like she was dying. It was astonishing how wet she was, how immediately ready her body was to stretch to accommodate him, how much of a relief it was to have him fill her again, but he wouldn’t move. She needed him to fuck her with those fingers, but he held them still, forcing her to feel every inch of her body stretching to make room for him.

“F-oh god, fuck, Garrus-” she breathed, instinctively gripping his wrist as she stretched around his fingers.

He growled and kissed her hard, pressing his third finger to her clit, rubbing tight, soft little circles around it in that way that made her thighs tremble. His tongue in her mouth, the ice cold glass against her inflamed skin, his fingers inside her, her clit sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve in her body as his thumb traced it relentlessly, it was too much. It was always too much, but he didn’t stop because he knew how badly she wanted this, how much she craved the clashing sensations, how she needed him to take her apart completely before she could put herself back together again. He moved his mouth to her ear, sucking a dark bruise onto the skin at the corner of her jaw, timed perfectly to coincide with him thrusting his fingers into her. Her hips bucked, chasing the friction and she looked down.

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned.

There was something so goddamn hot about seeing Garrus’ hand beneath her skirt with the soft fabric bunched up over his forearm. She could just barely make out his fingers moving inside of her, so private and mysterious while her whole body melted into his touch. It was obscene. It was fucking holy. It was-

Garrus picked up his pace and her brain short circuited. Her head fell back against the fishtank, eyes fluttering shut as she sighed and moaned, her cunt clenching around his fingers as he wound her tighter and tighter, until she felt like she was about to snap. He was whispering praises into her ear that her translator couldn’t understand, but all that she registered was the sound of his voice. That voice, wrecked with wanting, strained like he was struggling to keep himself together as he brought her closer and closer to her peak. That voice that had always kept her sane, that had been driving her mad all evening, washing over her like a river. It was so perfectly Garrus, so she kissed him. She kissed him because she couldn’t think, couldn’t talk, couldn’t breathe while he fucked her open with his fingers. She kissed him because she needed more, and because her lipstick just looked so damn good on his skin and he moaned her name, his cock hard and throbbing where it pressed against her hip. She bucked into him again, grinding against his fingers as the coil inside her tightened and tightened and tightened until he crooked his fingers up and pressed them against that place inside her that made everything go white. It was good, and then it was really good and then it was better and then-oh god, fuck, fuck, yes, oh god, just like that, fuck-

She arched her back and cried out something broken and desperate as she came hard against his fingers, trembling and clenching around him as the aftershocks tore through her. He fucked her through it, his fingers moving more and more slowly as she came down from the high, his voice a constant soothing presence in her ear. When he kissed her next it was gentle, relieved even.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, pressing kisses to the side of her neck.

“And I’m yours,” she breathed, “just yours.”

She felt him react to that, his hips involuntarily bucking into her as he groaned. She smiled wickedly, pushing him back towards the bed. It was going to be a long, long night.

[acradelius]

KINKTOBER '24 IDEAS

I've decided that I'm going to try and participate in this year's Kinktober event to try and get some motivation back for writing. I might not do a piece for every day, maybe every other day or three, in order to not overwhelm and burn myself out.

Here's some ideas that I've come up with by far :) Once again, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

I. "One Of Your Wives"

Inspired by "One of Your Girls" by The Weeknd

FANDOM - The Walking Dead

PAIRING: Negan Smith x Female! Reader

SUMMARY - Reader is taken by Negan as a result of a compromised trade. Expecting to be rescued not too long later, Reader rejects Negan's offer of becoming one of his wives. Yet, as time continues passing by without any attempts of being rescued, becoming one of Negan's wives is becoming more appeasing by the day, not that Reader would admit it.

II. "Video Message Incoming"

FANDOM - Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (2019-2023)

PAIRING - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Female! Reader, Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female! Reader, (Essentially) Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Female! Reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley

SUMMARY - While having some downtime on a mission Soap proceeds to check his phone, seeing that he has some incoming video messages from his best friend, Simon, who's on a break from missions. Let's just say that Simon's been taking good care of Johnny's woman while he's been away.

III. "Rattlesnake Trail Bridge"

FANDOM - Far Cry 5

PAIRING - Jacob Seed x Female! "Rook"! Reader

SUMMARY - Rattlesnake Trail Bridge. It's the place where Jacob Seed goes to indulge in a drink or two whenever the stress of Eden's Gate becomes too much. A nice, quiet place, solely for him. That's till one night he comes upon Reader, Hope County's Junior Deputy, in his spot with a drink as well.

IV. "Extended, Deleted Scenes"

FANDOM - Fallout (TV Series)

PAIRING - Actor! Cooper Howard x Actress! Co-Star! Female! Reader

SUMMARY - Cooper Howard's career has definitely gone downhill since doing those advertisements for Vault Tec, making him somewhat desperate and taking on whatever roles and scenes that he can. When offered a chance to make extended scenes for "A Man from Deadhorse", Cooper agrees, but soon finds out that it's definitely not what he thought, especially with his favorite co-worker involved as well.

V. "Strobing Lights, Snorting Lines"

FANDOM - Mass Effect (Mass Effect 2, Specifically)

PAIRING - Thane Krios x Female! Engineer! Reader

SUMMARY - Thane's been tasked with locating and bringing back Reader to the Normandy in order to retire for the night to continue on with the next part of the mission to fight the Reapers the following day. Managing to locate them amongst the crowd of intoxicated partygoers, Thane comes to discover that his crew mate isn't as innocent as he had believed. Yet, with a little bit of convincing, he finds himself not only indulging with a piece of the clubbing experience, but also in Reader as well.

[muzzachambers]

Hi❤️

in case you missed it, I have a Twitter account dedicated to Shepard & Garrus, in which I can, uhh… CALIBRATE their cosmic passion more freely than here 👁️🫦👁️

Please take a look and consider to hit the follow button if u like my silly smut drawings about them❤️ it helps me grow and I adore contributing to this fandom❤️❤️❤️

See you here too, have a nice day➰