#c:shepard

[mythicalmen]

for @sonssofhecate who wanted: 1C (Top!Naden and Bottom!Commander Sheppard)

This was not typically a situation Shepard would allow himself to be in, savoiur of humanity and all. There was certain expecations with how the legend would come across, how he would behave and being pinned to the couch by a younger, cocky guy getting pounded out like a whore was definitely not one of them. Stripped of his clothing and probably some of his pride.

Shepard's muscular body was on full display as he was slammed into again and again by the young man who currently had the soldier's legs lifted in the air and taking it like the man line of work was this rather than saving lives. Chest heaving, head pressed to the couch and not even able to find the words right now - too busy being overwhelmed with that cock making this legend drunk with lust.

[boysofcharm]

starter for @stallionstable

Shepard never thought he’d ever end up in Chora’s Den again after last time had ended in a shoot up and the owner Fist ending with a bullet in his head courtesy of Wrex. But here Shepard was, this time heading in alone and taking in the familiar sight of the place. It had a new owner, a Krogan apparently by the name of Makar who had supposedly turned the place around. Not that Chora’s Den would suddenly become an upstanding place and no longer have countless dancers and a bit of an underbelly feel for a gentlemen’s club. Still it wasn’t a place just for criminals and low lives and that was a step up from how it had been before. 

Truth be told Shepard probably shouldn’t be here alone, it was a risk but one he wanted to take. Shore leave was a rare thing these days to say the least and as much as he enjoyed spending time with his crew the Commander felt the urge to go solo for a while. To get a little lost, find a place to unwind where nobody would think to look for Commander Shepard; hence the visit to Chora’s Den. Moving past a few patrons he leaned up against the bar, his eyes catching the figure behind it - a Krogan who fit the description he’d gotten so far of Makar himself, well wasn’t this interesting. “Give me something strong and preferably more than one of it” He remarked, nodding his head and putting the necessary credits down. Eyes lingering on the Krogan, the Commander unable to stop his curious nature. “You must be Makar, heard you’ve turned this place around” He remarked, keeping his tone casual for the moment and relaxed. Shepard hadn’t come for a fight and more than anything he could just use the distraction. 

[mythicalmen]

for @ragtagrunaways​ who wanted m/m 3 (anyone)

Saving the galaxy was a rather stressful job at the best of times for Shepard, filled with difficult decisions and exhausting battles and moments of pure frustration...and sometimes that frustration needed an outlet, a release. Some had alcohol, gambling, Shepard had this. Back pressed against the cool metal of the table, his cock hard and twitching as it was met with the friction of Trent’s cock rubbing against it, with Tren’t hand somehow wrapped around both cocks and stroking them. Shepard’s words were limited right now, mostly focused on the sensation - eyes fluttering, chest heaving. “Fuck, don’t stop - just keep going...” He managed to get out.

[mythicalmen]

[ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower. for shepard from kaidan

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

Sometimes the greatest relief of the day was just feeling the hot water of a shower again Shepard's body. Washing away the sweat and grime, easing the soreness of another long day. But with one hand pressed against the wall, Shepard turned his head slightly to look behind him as he heard the noise and saw a familiar figure entering the room unannounced. Surprise turned to an amused smile and eyes enjoying the sight of Kaidan stripping down before him and entering the shower shamelessly.

"Well, well. I'm fairly certain this is against several regulations Major Alenko."

[mythicalmen]

75 (Shepherd from Trent)

75 // m/m smut gif starters. Vol. 3

To think this shower was supposed to simply be John's way of unwinding after a long day, back on the Normandy and able to get some R&R and nothing more. Problem was when Trent was around a lot of the time that didn't end up happening, because it was one thing for him to slip into the shower with Shepard. It was another thing to have the Commander on all fours, gasping and trembling as the younger man ate him out like he was a gourmet meal. "T-Trent, I...I can't, we shouldn't-" The words were lost in the mixture of exhaustion and pleasure.

[mythicalmen]

spanking (Shepard or Ben/Sam)

[ SPANKING ] ― your muse spanks my muses’ ass.

There was something particuarly humiliating about this, Commander Shepard - saviour of so much, admired by so many and seen as an unstoppable force...currently getting spanked by some young punk. Face pushed down, his fat and muscular ass pushed up as yet another strike came down against those cheeks again and again, cheeks bouncing and getting redder no matter how much the war hero struggled - voice muffled, hips made to arch and stick that thick, abused ass in the air as Sam continued his assault on the Commander's cheeks.

[boysofcharm]

continued from here with @biproducts

It had supposed to be just a dumb little dance, maybe a little bit of a strip show for whoever lost - but of course Shepard wasn’t one to back down from a challenge and Clark knew how to push his buttons to get him to up the bet again and again and again. Which is how the Commander found himself in basically no clothing at all, save for a fishnet top of Clark’s choosing and a thick black collar around his throat and the leash dangling against his chest as the other biotic had a firm hold of. The rest of his clothes were on the floor around him, having just performed a strip tease for Clarke in a rather public part of the club Afterlife on Omega. 

Cursing at the harsh smack to his ass, shame and some anger and arousal all filling his body at once. “Maybe you’re just not as good at calling the shots as you think” The Commander remarked, goosebumps against his skin as he felt that large hand running against his ass and the other gripping the leash. A few humans, Turians and even Krograns were enjoying the show, a few even chuckling and whistling. A few even complimented Clarke, saying maybe the great Commander Shepard made a better stripper and club bimbo then he did any kind of hero or soldier.

[boysofcharm]

for @douchebagiism

“You know, I don’t think this is going exactly how you planned it” Shepard said, a little breathless with a chuckle and chest heaving as he stood his ground. The back room of Flux nightclub on the Citadel that he’d been lured into was mess, tables knocked over from biotic attacks and the general struggle between the two men that had ended in something of a stale mate with several of the goons who had been part of the fight on the floor either unconsious or fading in and out. Now it was just him and the main guy behind this attack, who he could tell wasn’t trying to kill him so much as disable him, capture him. The wrestling him to the ground and trying to use magnitised cuffs to make him helpless had made that obvious.

“You’ve got talent big guy, seems a shame to waste it being the grunt to some rich criminal who probably is going to seriously double-cross you” He pointed out, panting and chest still heaving as he tried to watch his every move to make sure he wasn’t about to get one up on the Commander. “Was this about the credits or just the idea of beating Commander Shepard? Because, I mean, there are easier ways to see me in cuffs if that’s what this is about” He grinned, shameless and flirty despite their situation. “Might wanna consider it, be a shame to kick your pretty ass anymore and have to hand you over to C-Sec.”