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Character/s: Liara x Reader!Shep

Request [ seelezeit ]: How about Liara having a happy family with either Fem!Reader or Fem!Shep?

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For most people, fame and fortune would seem to be the most obvious result of what you had accomplished. The quietest would admit that you saved the galaxy, and the most exuberant would say you saved the entire universe and every species within it. You had done something--no, many things, you had done a multitude of things nobody else could have ever considered of in their wildest of dreams: you stopped the reapers.

But fame and fortune, while quite a bountiful gift at first, always fades off to rumor and stories as time went on. Yours was no different--as the years moved past the war to end all wars, the story of Commander Shepard fell into something akin to legend, and you realized it was much for the best. 

After all, motherhood isn’t exactly something that goes well with the notoriety of a war hero.

Several years may have tamed the story of your victory, but it did gift you with what could be one of the most wonderful things in the world--a loving family, settled down and whose worst fear is if someone remembered to go grocery shopping for dinner. Combined with two young daughters, and you couldn’t have asked for much better of a life.

Being able to go to the park together was such a simple gesture. For some, it was a little adventure that warranted no further thought, no question, no consideration more than the weather. For you, it meant so much more--being able to see your daughters playing without fear, so sit with your wife in passive domesticity, to simply enjoy life the way it was meant to be enjoyed.

You and Liara watched as the two young girls played among each other, dirtying their hands as they claimed to be digging for ancient treasure--as well as destroying a few flowers.

“At least they’re having fun,” Liara said to herself, only sounding mildly worried about the mess around or on her children. “After all, I’d much rather they have too much curiosity than none at all.”

“They take after you,” you said with a laugh, eyeing Liara pointedly after a moment. “I remember someone getting in a lot more trouble when they dug through the park garden.”

The breeze pressed gently against your cheek when Liara feigned offense to your words. She met your gaze and smiled.

“If you would like to stifle their budding quest for knowledge, be my guest.” She gestured towards the two girls with a dramatic flair, but you merely swatted her hands down with a chuckle. Liara let her hands fall back to her lap again, her body pressed gently against your own. “Besides, we can afford to replace a few flowers--assuming they dare yell at the person who single-handedly stopped the Reaper invasion.”

“People have nearly forgotten my face and you know it Liara.”

“But,” A hand gently fell to yours, grasping it in comfort. “They’ll never forget your name--your story will become a legend years from now--” She turned to look to the two children, tossing dirt at one another and trying to convince themselves that a small twig was some sort of discovery. “--They will be the ones telling their daughters about you, the one who saved the galaxy.”

“Of course they will, along with how I told horrible mom jokes or grounded them for trying to climb out the window,” Your words fell from your lips in humor, a relieving moment that you could talk about such simple, domestic problems. “My legend will be absolutely untainted.”

Liara looked at you with a gentle pull at her lips, but didn’t try to deny or argue your humble brush of fame--every hero deserved their moment of triumph, but they also deserved the comfort that came afterward, the simple, pleasant life that all people deserved. The legend of Shepard may live on in some part of the universe, but you were happier that you and your family could leave peacefully in the rest.

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You make me wanna play Mass Effect again. I'd thank you for it, but I'm working on, like, 8 different games, including 3 JRPGs. Help.

I take that as a mighty compliment! c: I can’t help but feel the pain though, the only way I was able to get through the series was my girlfriend playing through it with all her knowledge of the best ways to do things, because otherwise it would have taken me like five times longer with all the other games I got on my plate to complete ;w;

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Character/s: Thane x Reader!Shep

Request [ Anonymous ]: Can I get something about Thane and accidentally getting high off his dick?

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It’s all adrenaline and breathless abandon. That’s what you tell yourself, at least, tangled in his arms and feeling the heat of his body against you. The sound of bullets still whizzing past your ears, you let him pull you against his chest, let him manhandle you so the two of you are leaning back against a wall kissing deeply, passionately. 

You’re not unused to the feeling before, coming so close to death only to pull yourself from it’s jaws, but it’s so different to come out in the arms of a partner, a lover. Your body aches from the nicks and small wounds you gathered over the battlefield, but they’re numbed by the warmth shared between you and him. 

“Siha,” The word is breathed reverently into the air between your lips and his. It doesn’t take much more than that to get an understanding that kisses alone won’t sake the need building within both of you. 

Your eyes meet his for a moment, just a moment, and then suddenly you’re hurrying down the hall, into the elevator and finally fumbling into your quarters. 

Adrenaline feels hot, so hot, searing through your veins. It feels like pure desire as your fingertips press down Thane’s chest, like tearful want as his hands grab your hips. There’s something nearly primal about the way both of you move and press against one another--it’s a blur of motion before you find yourself kneeling at the edge of the bed, between his legs. 

For a while, you worried about the differences between the two of you. You feared you’d be shy, awkward, unknowing of what to do. You worried about being too cautious and ruining something between you both, but the red-hot feeling of near-death seems to shatter every single anxious thought that dwells in your mind.

Pants undone, it doesn’t take long for your brain, even half-addled on adrenaline, to get an idea of what feels good to him. The rough biology is much the same, so you do exactly what your instincts want you to do--gently suck him down without a moment of hesitation. Your hands grasp what they can of his thighs just as his hand finds your hair and he gasps out beautifully.

“Siha.” You’re starting to get used to that name, that sound he has for you. There’s a feeling of reverence in it, something you feel as much as know in the word’s genuine importance to him and his culture. There’s pleasure in it, a need that seethes through his bit lip and gritting teeth.

Thane moves to grab your hair, but it’s less to control anything and more to simply hold on, to feel the motion of your bobbing head and take in every ounce of that hot pleasure coursing through his body.

It’s a fire he doesn’t want to stop.

There are gentle shapes, textures against your tongue as you move, trying to find a rhythm and motion over his dick that pulls the most sounds from Thane’s lips, but he seems to love nearly everything you do. God, he’s beautiful, wrapped in pleasure, you can’t help but focus on the sounds pouring from his lips, or the tension in his legs, his hand gripping your hair.

It’s not until you start feeling disorientated that you remember a vague warning in the back of your head. Something that Mordin had spoken about in his lab several weeks ago, something about....

The world begins to lilt from one side to the other as the memory slowly fills your mind, an echo of the salarian’s words finding their place in the emptiness. Hallucinogenic.

Ah, yeah. Getting high. That was it.

Whether you were worried or surprised from the revelation, you don’t stop the motions of your mouth over Thane’s heated cock--if anything, it spurs you to work faster, more forcefully. The world seems to rock as you shuffle closer, your arms moving under his thighs so you can wrap them around and tug him closer.

The feeling of his cock slipping further down your throat is barely a thought, numbed and forgotten in the back of your mind. A lot of things are numbed, actually, but it feels so nice--dreamy, almost. It’s almost like your head is filled with cotton, soft and warm, and by god Thane’s voice is echoing something beautiful deep in your soul.

It takes a moment to realize you’ve pushed him back on the bed, so he’s laying on his back, your arms wrapped around his thighs and pushing him towards you. you can feel how he’s tense, almost shaking, his ankles crossed against your shoulders. 

It takes a couple moments to realize a lot, actually.

Like when Thane’s hands grip tighter in your hair, tugging your face up to look at him, to breath (oh yeah, breathing was important) and hear him speak to you in a voice that is delightfully broken.

“Siha,” He says, and sounds almost worried. “Talk to me. You’re...”

His eyes narrows a moment, looking at you as if taking something in. It doesn’t take long for him to connect the dots; your blown pupils, your flushed cheeks, your lolling body.

“M’alright,” Your words sound confident, hoping he doesn’t catch the slight shift to your tone when you realize that there’s bouncing bubbles of color floating around your vision. You’re starting to see double, a mirrored effect of your lover’s face, but you nevertheless try to flash him a gentle smile. “Just...a inter-species....thing.” The word doesn’t come to you. A lot of words don’t come to you as you try to think, to put one word after the other.

Thane doesn’t look at all convinced, but you don’t wait for his approval before you continue on with exactly what you were doing before--and his noise of pleasure more than makes up for it.

It takes about an hour for it to wear off. By then, Thane is fully aware of what happened, his arms around you, helping you work off the effects of his body’s fluids. It’s certainly nothing life-threatening--you wager that few people accidentally get high off of sucking their partner’s dick, but nevertheless, Thane keeps you close as you find your thoughts, your voice, and then the world falls back to place in your vision.

He checks to make sure you’re coherent. He checks a second time, then a third, and finally decides to find Mordin, despite your protests.

“I have to make sure you’re well, Shepard,” he murmurs as he leaves the bed, fingertips gently brushing your cheek. “I have such little experience in this outside of my species, I do not want harm to come to you.”

You watch him for a moment, as embarrassed by your protest as you are touched by his genuine desire to make sure the effects were no more than mild. Just as you were shifting to lay comfortably on the bed, you can hear Thane say something as he steps away from the bed and out of the room.

“After you are cleared, I’ll make sure to return the favor for you, Siha.” 

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Character/s: Tali’zorah

Request [ Anonymous ]: Hey would you mind adding Tali to the general romance/erotic post? c:

Note: I don’t add new stuff to older posts, but I can definitely still give Tali the same love!

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If one thing could be said about romance and intimacy for Tali’zorah, it’s that the emotions are not inherently shared through physical contact alone. Instead, affection is shared in knowing secrets and personal details about one-another, about being able to trust her partner with her life and well-being. 

The simplest act that most people consider intimate, such as hand-holding or even hugging, could be deadly to Tali without her suit on. It takes so much preparation for her to do something like that, so the response of her partner means a lot to her in that situation. A well-read, understanding partner to her difficulties and the lengths she goes to connect with them, will mean worlds to her. It’s hard enough to not be able to sense the world like most others can, and it’s even worse when her partner can’t or doesn’t at least try to understand it as well.

Depending on the species of her partner, she may have some level of insecurity that mixes with her personal frustrations of never truly being able to experience the world. For almost her entire relationship, the most she can offer is muted gestures of affection--so she does her best to make up for much of it in other ways. Gifts, tokens of love, shared time and thensome are all many ways that Tali, among other Quarians, may do in order to fill the gap. 

Sex, likewise, is a challenge in itself for a lot of Quarians. Not only does it carry the basic worry for illness as any physical form of affection, but it also includes a whole new level of concerns for wellness and the like. Nevertheless, The times that Tali can enjoy such physical intimacy with her partner are those that are most definitely planned, times that both her and her partner make sure to take time for to enjoy one another’s company as much as they can. 

While the first few encounters may most likely be a process of learning one another’s body, a simple aspect of reveling in the sex and mutual warmth itself, it may eventually progress to a level of comfort or adaptation for Tali that she and her partner start to experiment in a variety of kinks, toys, positions and thensome--but only after they get to that point with one another.

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“RED LIGHT!” A voice shrieks.

It sounds so small, so fragile, but it echoes through the halls of the Normandy with the same force as the alarm sirens. The people around the source of the declaration don’t seem to pay the young girl any mind, merely shuffling around her as they continued their tasks and other duties.

All but one member, at least. He’s not much of a familiar form that many would think to see aboard a human-majority vessel, but he’s a familiar face all the same to the young girl that he’s entertaining with her antics.

She waits, breath held, before her energy seems to lash out in an uncontrollable burst of wild limbs and soft, but visible static that tickles across her skin.

“Green light!” Not before the words leave her mouth, the young girl is already tearing across the floor, her little boots a soft pitter in comparison to the thunderous stomping of the Krogan barely a few long paces behind her, trying to catch her in his arms.

“Come here already you little-”

He doesn’t have a moment to finish, or even take another step, before the small form abruptly turns and shouts a same set of words to him again.

“Red light!”

The words themselves mean next-to-nothing to Grunt. He’s a Krogan, a battle-worn and bloodied warrior for hell’s sake, and yet the words from a single human young is enough to make him nearly freeze in place.

Nearly is the key word of course, because Krogan are big, top heavy and not all that agile when they’re supposed to come to a complete stop in barely a breath.

Grunt tries to stop, just a second or two left from catching her, but his weight plays him like a fool as he comes crashing down to the floor.

It looks about as graceful as it feels, and it feels pretty painful to come face-to-metal with the floor. Nevertheless, he pushes himself back up and glares forward at the young human. She’s laughing at him, tiny finger pointing, face drawn into a barely-contained smile through her constant giggling.

“I win!” She exclaims, eventually jumping up and down. “I win again!”

Grunt lets out a sound very much like his namesake, and merely lets his face fall to the ground again.

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okay imagine Shepard showing Grunt some magic tricks they picked up when they were younger. He’s like “uh this is useless and dumb yadda yadda” but then for the LIFE OF HIM can’t figure out some flimsy human card trick. Where does it go? And he’s like. Low key asking people about it. “So. Jack-“ “I’m not playing this game. Piss off.”

Imagine it getting to a point where the trick TORMENTS him like, how the fuck is this possible?? He starts getting less subtle about asking people around the ship, to the point where he almost threatens to toss someone out the airlock.

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im thinking abt tooth rotting fluff; okay imagine Shepard has a kid (maybe 5-ish) and they think Legion is the coolest thing ever. So Legion is trying to process why this tiny human that looks like a smaller version of Shepard keeps padding after them. Maybe the kid keeps trying to give Legion shiny rocks or tries reading to them.

“Shepard-Commander,” came the neutral, but mildly exasperated plea. It came just down the hallway, moments before the owner of the voice emerged into the kitchen. It was a form that, perhaps a dozen years prior, you would have shot without consideration–and this very being, this geth and close friend, approaches you with your son clinging to his leg.

Legion looks at you with what you come to assume is a plea for help, though it doesn’t look like he’s using much effort to haul your five-year-old across the floor, who looks like he’s having the time of his life.

“Your spawn–” 

“Child,” You gently correct. “And his name is Taylor.”

It doesn’t take more than a fraction of a second for Legion to internalize the correction and process it for later interactions.

“Shepard-Taylor is exhibiting odd functions. I do not know how to proceed correctly.”

You glance at the geth, then down at his leg where the small form has arms wrapped so tightly around it that, if Legion wasn’t made of metal, he’d have lost circulation completely. 

“Are you giving Legion those rocks again?”

The child’s bright eyes look up to meet yours. He beams, energy filling his smile.

“No! I’m giving him the Captain Razal action figures you got me for my birthday.”

That is new and surprising enough to raise a brow, though it was mostly out of curious amusement than anything. You kneel down to meet your son’s level.

“And why would that be?”

Legion tries to shake his leg to dislodge the kid, but Taylor merely giggles, finding some sort of childish glee in the stubborn grip. It’s not the first time that he’s taken such a liking to Legion–ever since he was born, Taylor always had such a fascination with your old team, and Legion apparently had enough glowing parts and button-like bits that kept him more than enthralled.

It certainly didn’t help that Legion talked about almost everything the kid cared to know–great for telling history lessons, but not so great for birthday gift secrets.

“He doesn’t know who Captain Razal is!” Taylor exclaims. “I had to make sure he knew about all his cool adventures–Legion said it’s not possible that Razal has a cool laser saber instead of a gun.”

You’re more than familiar with the cartoon character that Taylor has been obsessed with; he’s been watching it since he could sit down long enough to keep his eyes on a screen.

“Plasma does not act in such a way,” Legion chimes in, obviously continuing a former debate of sorts. “At any temperature, it would theoretically be impossible to contain in a fashion that would-”

“It doesn’t hurt to play along,” You finally say, standing up again and crossing your arms across your chest. A smile gently pulls at your lips as Legion matches your glance. “He’s a kid. It’s better than getting rocks isn’t it?”

Legion looks at you, then down to the child, and then finally back up to you.

“I have positive emotions towards all of the items that Shepard-Taylor gives me.”

“And that’s why you’re a great baby-sitter, Legion.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“…I still do not understand the term; it would be ill-advised to sit on your child.”

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oh my gooooosh you like mass effect too!! I originally followed for your zelda writings but I’m so so SO excited to see you branching into other series!! Seriously I’m super excited about this blog!! ☺️

Thank you! :3 I have both of my datemates to thank for dragging me into the series, especially @wizard-caleb for actually beating both ME2 and ME3 in the span of a month and letting me watch it all; we had a ton of interesting conversations about the games and I’m psyched to contribute to the fandom

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Headcanons

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Fandom: Mass Effect

Character/s: Mordin, Garrus, Wrex

Request: General romance/erotic headcanons

Note: I’m a bit new in the fandom, and while I have quite a knowledge guide (my girlfriend) who’s introducing me, please let me know if anything is overly odd or such! I only have working experience up till ME2

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Garrus is quite the chivalrous one, though sometimes he thinks far too much about his process of wooing you than he really should–the times that he’s the most genuine, the most smooth, the most romantic are probably the times when he’s not trying (consciously at least).

He does his best to take cultural and species differences when layin on the moves so to speak, so he does take his time to do research when he thinks it may be needed for the situation. Though he’s been around the block enough to know a basic knowledge of humans (all that time spent with a human-based crew does help with that), it’s not all that uncommon to see him around the ship, trying to pull for answers to his various lists of questions. When he’s either exhausted the number of people willing to put up with him asking (for the third time to make sure he gets a proper average) what humans generally like as romantic gifts, Garrus typically turns to Kelly as an aide in things.

Intimate nights with him are a healthy mix between awkwardness and seduction–while Garrus is plenty comfortable with himself, it’s a little peculiar when you’re also trying to figure out what makes your partner feel good at the same time. The first time together is more than enjoyable though, a healthy night all around with the two of you learning plenty about one another.

Wrex is, in a word, confident. Whether it’s standard Krogan conviction or it’s simply how he is as a person, Wrex doesn’t worry or care as much as others might for inter-species romance. Sure, there may be issues when it comes to breeding and having children, but that’s minuscule in comparison to everything else he’s dealing with day-to-day as the leader of the Urdnot clan.

Whether he’s right, wrong, awkward or not, Wrex carries himself with a sense of confidence–perhaps that’s why you fell for him in the first place. Regardless, species, culture and other differences aren’t a big deal for him, he sees trust and respect in a relationship to be far superior since that is what kept him alive for most of his life anyway. Where he falters a little on the other side of the coin, however, is communication. Confidence is one thing, but when it can easily turn into the appearance of aggression or arrogance, then it’s an issue, especially when someone is as stubborn or as hot-headed as Wrex can be (though age and experience has tempered the latter trait).

Mordin is a peculiar Salarian, especially once you and him are past all of his personal baggage and inner demons. Nevertheless, as long as someone can keep up with his constant thoughts, questions and curiosities, he’s quite a lovely partner. Romance would be somewhere between genuine and seemingly clinical, if only because while Mordin may carry plenty of the knowledge and understanding of the culture and cultural differences, he may not inherently understand the social subtleties around it–he’s a very upfront and obviously scientific personality.

He values curiosity in a relationship, a want to learn and explore a variety of things between one another–another scientific mind would probably understand him the most, but he also has more than enough experience on the battlefield to relate and share experiences with a partner who has seen their share of war.

Mordin may not share the same sexual drive that his partner would, but the intimacy and shared knowledge of one another’s pleasures and happiness is more than enough to satisfy him in such a sense–and after all, a person with a peculiar set of kinks may find Mordin a very satisfying partner indeed. Curiosity is one of the best traits to have in the bedroom, after all.