Idea: Munch saves a girls life and she offers to give him a blowjob as a "thank you" because she owes him
The offer, if that’s what it is, if it’s not designed to tease at best, to mock at worst, hangs between them in the gathering gloom. A man feels heat creep up from beneath his collar, prickle at the nape of his neck. A hot little tug behind his navel. Behind the buckle of his belt.
“A man,” he begins his voice a croak. “Does not want… payment.”
“Not payment,” she returns, in a voice that’s unusually steady for a woman offering… this. Flesh in return for a favour. A moment of mercy. “A thank-you,” she adds. Her eyes are as clear and still as the sky, and just as endless.
He looks away. Off into the encroaching night. But all the time watching, in a way. Keeping her at the edge of his awareness. That knowledge, that intrinsic way that others’ thoughts came to him, that made him feel their instincts as keenly as his own, took shape within him. Not to tease then. Not to mock.
“Not a thank-you then,” she echoes, unwittingly. She takes a step closer. “Just because I want to.”
He becomes keenly aware of the night air against his bare legs. Of the shape and size of his own body compared to hers. Of the way the silky coil of her thoughts and the heat in her blood infects his own, stirring him beneath his kilt. A man feels another hot, tight little tug in his stomach.
Watches as she comes close. Watches as her eyes reach out for him like the offering of an outstretched palm. Watches through the fog of his own breath as she sinks to her knees for him in the half-dark.
Liara and Femshep, Shards. And you deserve all the followers!!
Thank you, dear!
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“Do you remember what you told me of your homeland, how broken things get fixed with gold?”
Shepard hears Liara’s voice in her mind as if she sits right next to her. She had told her about kintsugi, about cups and bowls of porcelain or stoneware that become a better thing, with more value for showing their wear and tear.
“That’s what you do.”
It’s getting hard to breathe and her blood rushes loud in her ears but she still hears the soft melody of Liara’s voice as clear as glass.
“You take all the broken shards that others have thrown away and you put them back together, making something new and beautiful from the old.”
A warning beeps loudly. She ignores it, the groaning and creaking of the structure around her is more concerning. It isn’t stable and one more vibration will topple it all and crush her.
Another beep and finally Shepard recognizes it as a warning from her armor. No more medi-gel to pump into her body. Things will become much more painful soon. She’s very broken.
“Pick up the shards, Shepard.”
“I’m so tired.” Dust scratches in her throat but she can’t even cough.
“Pick up the shards. For me.”
A golden light shines through a crack in the debris.
“Pick up the shards.”
Broken things that need fixing to become something better. Shepard pushes herself up and crawls towards the light.
She had not expected this. After all the quiet but persistent complaints from him about being an old man, whose cybernetic lungs are not made for this, she had not expected to enjoy their dance. He had even told her that he never learned any human dances, as there had be no necessity for it back when he learned to dance for his work.
But now he has taken her to the center of the dance floor, lightly holding her hand in his, and pulls her close. His hand on her back holds her to his body, leading her with surprising strength. His other hand supports her arm lightly, his fingers gently caressing her hand.
She stumbles at first, surprised by his ability and not used to giving command of her motions to someone else.
“I thought you didn’t know any human dances.”
A chuckle rumbles up from his chest. “I prepared for this mission.”
“It’s a mission?”
“Yes,” he murmurs in her ear, causing a shiver to roll down her spine. He holds her even firmer, giving her no chance to move in any way he doesn’t permit. “And in this mission,” he growls, “I lead.”
“One would think this wouldn’t happen to you again, Sunshine. You know, after last time.”
“Yeah yeah, rub it in.” Shepard pulls at her skirt, fruitlessly. The stretchy material springs back up when she lets go. She glances over the table they tipped over when they heard the first shots. “I count seven on this side and at least eight more in the hallway.”
“Agreed.” Garrus slides his talons into a gap in his formal dress and pulls out a micro-gun and lets it unfold.
“You have a gun on you?” Shepard stares at him, her eyes gleaming with indignation. “At an official celebration of the Turian Hierarchy?”
“Well…” Garrus smirks at her. “Unlike others, I learned a thing from last time.”
Shepard grumbles something inaudible.
Garrus hides his grin under a twitch of his mandibles. “You take them from the side and I shoot them when they come out?”
“Babe, I don’t even have a gun!”
“I am your gun, babe, you just have to be a nuisance.”
A wide smile stretches on Shepard’s face. “Fuck yes, that’s my specialty.”
“I know, Sunshine.”
She smiles at him. “Love you.” Noiselessly, she glides over to another table and seems to disappear in the shadows.
“Love you too.” Garrus aims his gun at the entryway and waits for the inevitable screaming to start.
Congratulations for the fabulous milestone; I'm so excited for you! ^^ I'd like to request Cullbastian: juice. 👀👀👀
Thank you for the prompt! It’s… a lemon.
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“Are you comfortable, love?” Cullen slides his hands over the ropes, making sure they don’t pinch anywhere.
“Yes, it’s… it’s…” Sebastian finds it difficult to put into words how he feels. He floats, strangely detached from his own body. “It’s perfect.”
Cullen puts his hand under Sebastian’s chin and lifts his head. “You know we can stop anytime.”
“I know. I don’t want you to stop, love.” The ropes are holding Sebastian’s torso upright as he kneels on a cushion. It has taken Cullen almost an hour to tie him to the decorative grid he happens to have bolted to the wall in his room.
Sebastian is blindfolded but all his other senses seem to have heightened. He feels the air shift when Cullen moves, he senses the heat coming from his body, and he hears his clothes rustle. Heavy boots get set aside, his belt clinks when Cullen takes it off and fabric falls to the floor.
Now he approaches Sebastian again, near silent on naked feet but Sebastian feels him coming closer. A hand touches his cheek and Sebastian strains against the robes to press himself against this hand. How simple a touch, but it’s all he yearns for.
“You look so beautiful, love.” Cullen grabs Sebastian’s chin and angles his face up. “So lovely, kneeling like this for me.”
It’s not a question, so Sebastian doesn’t need to say anything. He relaxes further into the support of the ropes and parts his lips. An invitation, not a demand, an offering for Cullen to take or not.
“Maker, Sebastian, you know how to make me want you. Your lips, so plump and soft…” He takes a deep breath and the air shifts again. Cullen’s lips press to Sebastian’s, his tongue pushing in and Sebastian moans. He melts into the kiss, giving Cullen all he can as long as he accepts it.
Cullen drags his fingernails along the ropes, lightly scratching, just on the edge of painful. Sebastian shivers, his body lighting on fire with every touch. Cullen pulls away from the kiss and Sebastian waits, keeping his mouth open, the ropes holding him up.
“Maker’s breath, Sebastian.” Cullen cards his fingers into Sebastian’s hair and then grabs a bushel. “You must be thirsty. Are you thirsty, dear?”
Sebastian knows what this means, this isn’t the first time Cullen has asked that question and his whole body tingles in anticipation. “Yes, please, I’m so thirsty.” He dips his tongue forward, waiting.
Finally, Cullen’s strong musk hits his nose and then the tip of his cock brushes against Sebastian’s lower lip. He eagerly licks the head, tasting the salty drop of liquid there.
Cullen groans. “Yes, Maker, yes.” He holds Sebastian’s head by his hair and pushes his cock into his eager mouth. “There. Now be good.”
Sebastian sucks and swallows, his whole focus on Cullen’s cock, his taste, his scent, the sounds he makes and at last, the velvety feeling on his tongue as he swallows down what Cullen gives him.
H: “Hell is already here, brother, and I’m the devil.”
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"We should do something about all the death and destruction out there," Jun said resolutely, half-rising from their seat as though answering some inexorable call from the distance, where the fighting still persisted. They bit their lip in worry and stared west as though they could see something of the end as it raged across the land in an all-consuming fire.
They couldn’t, of course. Just to the west of them, there was a giant black wall that spat out red and gold sparks and completely obscured the burning west. Coil had made the wall herself.
"Relax.” Coil flipped her hair breezily and then laid back further in her reclining chair. There was enough food for them both, enough water and more fun drinks besides--Jun couldn’t possibly be missing anything from out there. And if they were, it would be utterly destroyed soon, and therefore un-missable by definition. One couldn’t miss what didn’t exist, right?
"You don't owe them anything,” Coil continued appeasingly. “You offered to save them, and they said no, and that’s that. Now just watch the show, Jun."
Jun frowned. “My saving them shouldn't be contingent on their acceptance of it.”
“Look, hell is already here, brother, and I’m the devil.” Coil gestured at herself in exasperation. “The literal devil. And I’m living here now. Can't you be happy for me?"
Coil called Jun "brother" only for a lack of a more fitting term, but Jun heard how the word in her mouth encompassed more: it yawned wide and said siblingshadowadversary, and it didn’t care about Jun's choices because who Jun was, in flesh and blood, didn’t matter to Coil as much as the concept of Jun.
"I still want to save them," Jun said.
Coil flung her seat up to a straight sitting position. She stared at Jun, and the thin unhappy line of their mouth and the distant look in their eyes, and spat in disgust. “Go and try then,” she waved Jun off. “Have fun dying. Again.”
The angel demon for Oberyn and Lyanna!!! my favorite ship ever!
Her eyes were mocking him…tempting him. There was promise in her grey eyes. Oberyn growled and raised his spear, the tip barely brushing against her throat. “You were told never to come back here,” he snapped.
She laughed softly, and the sound made him shiver. “By you,” she grasped his spear, letting her fingers dance along the shaft. “And if I remember correctly, you said you would kill me if I came back.” She grasped his spear then, pressing the tip between her breasts. “So do it. Live up to your name as an angel of vengeance. Kill me.” Her eyes held no fear, and he should have killed her. She was temptation given life, and he should have cast her down to the depths of hell from which she was raised.
Her lips burned against his. She laughed as he kissed her, and her touch felt like fire. Every part of him screamed to stop, but he couldn’t. She was desire given life, and he was helpless under her touch.
oldboldsellsword prompted: Kurtbastian - Future fic - Sebastian finds out that Kurt and Blaine made a sex tape when they were together.
“Hey, babe?” Sebastian calls from the living room.
“Mm?” Kurt hums distractedly where he’s sketching at the kitchen table.
Kurt frowns down at his sketch. “Yeah, somewhere. Probably. Don’t remember throwing it out.” He goes back to focusing on the lines of the dress and doesn’t look up again until he can feel his boyfriend’s presence in the kitchen. He looks up “What?”
Sebastian gives him an amused smile. “I said ‘do you have any idea where?’”
“No. Why? I mean, it’s probably in the closet, somewhere?”
“I was thinking we could give it to Becca as a birthday present.”
Kurt frowns again. “She’s ten. Why would she need a computer?”
Sebastian shrugs. “Facebook. Porn."
“You’re the worst uncle, ever."
“Oh, come on, like that crappy old thing could handle streaming porn. No way. But it could probably be good for school work and stuff? And Finn isn’t exactly--”
“I know,” Kurt interrupts. Finn and his wife have had a rough time for the better part of a year now, and while they get by, they really don’t have the money to give their daughter a computer.
“I mean, we could buy her a new one, but...” Sebastian trails off, because he doesn’t need to say out loud that Finn and Angela would be too uncomfortable if Kurt and Seb gave their daughter a brand new computer for her tenth birthday.
“Yeah,” Kurt agrees. “Well, I think it’s in the closet. I need to finish this, then I’ll help you look.”
“I think I can handle being alone in the closet for ten minutes,” Sebastian smirks. Kurt rolls his eyes.
“It would be a new and exciting experience for you, wouldn’t it? Since you were never in it to begin with.”
“Love you, too!” Sebastian calls from the hallway. Kurt shakes his head and goes back to sketching.
A few minutes later, he’s done, and goes to help Sebastian. Just as he reaches the bedroom door, he hears a victorious “yes!” from the closet, and turns around to go and look for a box instead.
“You have anything on it?” Sebastian asks as they’re collecting the right cables and cords and wrapping them up.
“Nah, I don’t think so. Mostly school stuff, I guess. I’ll look through it later.”
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They’re both on the brink of sleep later that night, when Kurt suddenly jerks up into a sitting position.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck,” he mumbles, unwrapping his legs from the sheet and swinging them over the edge of the bed. Sebastian blinks and sits up, much slower, and squints through the darkness as Kurt navigates to the door.
“What?” he asks. “Did you leave the water running?”
“No, I just--” Kurt fumbles with his underwear, he has this weird thing where he can’t go outside the bedroom completely naked. “There’s a file on the computer that I really need to--”
“What, your porn stash?” Sebastian jokes, because while Kurt definitely outgrew his baby penguin state, he never got into porn. Therefore, joking about it should be hilarious, but Kurt doesn’t reply. “You have a porn stash?” Sebastian asks, incredulous.
“Worse,” Kurt mutters, finally getting his briefs on and jerking up the door. Sebastian swings his legs over the edge of the bed, curiosity spiked, and follows him into the living room where they left the computer in an open cardboard box on the floor. Kurt has grabbed it and is waiting for it to boot while he plugs it into the wall, and Sebastian plops down beside him on the floor.
“Go back to bed,” Kurt says, not looking at him.
Sebastian snorts. “No way. If this file is so important that you dragged yourself out of bed just to delete it, I want to know what it is.”
“You really don’t.”
“I really do.”
Kurt sighs, but he doesn’t force Sebastian back to bed. “Don’t laugh,” is all he says. The computer is slow, and he sighs impatiently as he navigates through a series of folders so complex that Sebastian really doubts that Becca would’ve been able to find the file even if she tried. When Kurt finally opens the last folder, simply marked ‘b’, Sebastian’s jaw drops.
There’s only one file, IMG_0180.MOV, and the thumbnail only shows an empty bed, but given the circumstances, Sebastian is still pretty sure he knows what the file is.
“Did you--Is that--”
“Don’t laugh,” Kurt repeats, but Sebastian is too stunned to laugh.
“You and Blaine?” he asks, because while he doesn’t think it’s a solo performance, he still wants to make sure. Kurt nods. Sebastian sucks in a breath.
He wants to ask if he can watch it, but he won’t. It would be weird, for both of them, too weird, and while the thought of watching Kurt have sex on tape is insanely hot, the thought of watching Kurt have sex with Blaine on tape isn’t. Funny how time can make you change your mind about things. Kurt drags the file to the Trash, empties it, and then turns off the computer again. As soon as he’s shut the lid, Sebastian grabs his face and kisses him, hard. Kurt is shocked for a second before he responds, giving in easily to the kiss.
“What was that for?” he asks when they break apart, a little dazed. Sebastian kisses him again before replying. What he means to say is ‘I love you’ or ‘You’re amazing’ or ‘You never fail to surprise me’, but what comes out is
“Can we do our own?”
Kurt blinks at him. “What?”
“Can we do our own. Movie? Because it would be porn with the two actually sexiest people in the world.”
Kurt bites his lip. “Maybe?” he offers at last.
Sebastian takes it for what it is, and doesn’t push. He leans in for another kiss, but before their lips meet, he whispers “We can practice until you say yes.”
