Umbrus Nocturni
Chapter 6: I Put A Spell On You
What is the aftermath of the attack on Garrus?
Tag: Female Shepard
Romeo and Juliet Shakarian
I don’t know what gave me this idea, but it was a nice way to procrastinate on writing other things. I blame @wafflesrock16 XD
When the younger Shepard female offers her hand in a human greeting, Garrus takes it in his own and covers their joined hands as he purrs and flares his mandibles in a soft smile. “If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: my plates, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.”
Her lips quirk as her hand squeezes his and she says, “Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much. Which mannerly devotion shows in this, for saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch, and palm to palm if holy palmers’ kiss.”
Where humans have saints, turians have oracles, yet he knows both serve a similar purpose. Just one more thing that the two people have in common, if only his and her species can come to this simple understanding amidst shooting one another.
Humming in mock thought, Garrus tilts his head slightly and asks, “Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?”
“Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.”
Being the Primarch’s son has come with the added need for Garrus to learn human expressions at the urgings of the asari ambassadors attempting to try and mend the discord between the two. That, and his father always warned him that humans speak with their faces. It was just as good a determinator of their intents as subvocals.
It’s how he knows that his company has found their conversation at least partially amusing by the slight curve to the corner of her lips.
“O, then, dear saint” he says, continuing with his attempts to woe her, “let plates do what hands do. They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.”
He feels her step closer and lift her chin just enough to keep his gaze with her own dark green eyes. “Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.”
Rumbling, he smirks as he steps closer to bridge the gap between them. “Then move not, while my prayers’ effect I take.”
He lifts his hand to cup her chin without letting go of her own with the other. Gently tilting her head, he bends his knees to lower to her height and presses his mouth to hers.
Her lips are soft against his own plates. Asari don’t compare to the sensation of her as he gently flexes his lips to nip her plump bottom lip. Leaning back, he purrs at the way her eyes search his face, lips parted slightly.
“Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.” His voice is soft, just between the two of them and she licks her lips, as if to take in a taste of him.
“Then have my lips the sin that they have took,” she nearly whispers, squeezing his hand as she lifts a hand to touch his chest, fingers ghosting over the clasps of his tunic.
“Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!” He trills in mock shock and shakes his head once with a rumble of feigned apology. “Give me my sin again.”
This time, she too leans into the kiss and he sees her close her eyes as they touch. Her lips suckle gently on the edge of his plates as he purrs and strokes his thumb across her chin. Her kiss is like a burning fire, the heat something he can easily become addicted to.
It will be impossible to return to the turian battlement, only to face her people should their people not reach an agreement for peace.
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Umbrus Nocturni
Chapter 2: Head Like A Hole
Nihlus heads to Afterlife to meet Omega’s self-proclaimed queen and get some information for any aid to his hunt for Cydian Nemodius
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A is for Aphrodisiac
And The ABCs of Smut is now alive!
Of course, I had to start with A (and go in order because I’m just peculiar like that). And I hope it goes without saying that you should not do drugs people, made up or otherwise.
I won’t do this for every chapter, but this one in particular has a song is you’d like to listen while reading some dance club smut
Benny Benassi – Satisfaction
If you’re looking for prompt requests, maybe Arcanus/Ellie “I want to fuck you right now” or Garrus/Jane “[text] what are you wearing?”
Arcanus/Ellie – “I want to fuck you right now”
Here’s what I came up with! Love the prompt, by the way, but I took it in a bit of a different direction. The second ask is to come!
Ellie did everything to prepare for this night, the anniversary of ever meeting. Candles? Check. Dimmed lights? Check. Dinner of their favorite dishes, including a single dessert meant to be shared? Check. Silky, bronze colored negligee and matching gold necklace trailing suggestively down her chest that’ll make her intentions known? Double check.
Intriguing and arousing Arcanus enough to explore her suggestive outfit? Pending.
I finished the Jane/Garrus prompt! Check it out here.
Thanks again for the wonderful one shot ideas!
His voice is a suggestive thrum when he says, “What are you wearing?”
Jane stills in her fidgeting and quirks her brows in confusion. She has no idea where the hell that came from or even why he’s even asking as he knows what she’s wearing. There’s no real reason to be using that tone of voice. “You know what I’m wearing.”
Humming, he lowers his voice. “But I want to hear you say it.”
She sighs and closes her eyes, exasperated with his teasing when she’s so damn uncomfortable down here. Thinking she might as well humor him, if nothing else but to pass the time, she shifts to sit and press her back against the rock. This has to be at least the twentieth time to switch to this position, but she’s run out of ideas, so she’s just repeating them all each time a new muscle cramps. “My armor. I’m wearing my armor.”
“And underneath?”
“My…underarmor…” No shit, I’m in the nude with bare armor chafing pretty much everywhere. Sexy…
She hears a long, considering hum, as if he needs to imagine the sight of something so obvious. “And underneath that?”
Halloween One-Shot for the Parable Series
My output for the @masseffectwritercircle Saturday sit down and write, dammit. 😀
So what would the season be without a Halloween One-Shot? Early? Maybe, but how can Christmas decorations go up in September and I not get my Halloween one shot? Here’s a snip (*cough* see more at this link *cough*)
When all the kids in school got excited about a holiday named ‘Halloween’, Damocles and his sister went to their mom and dad to ask what it was. Daddy didn’t seem to know, but what mommy said surprised Damocles and Cassia so much they couldn’t even talk.
Getting to dress up and play pretend and get free candy? It must be their birthday! No. Christmas! Maybe even better than Christmas and their birthday together!
Mommy and daddy said it was good that they asked before too long because now they could get costumes just like they always wanted. Damocles must have spent a million hours looking at the extranet with Cassia on daddy’s computer so they could find costumes, but they found the perfect costume. Mommy had the clothes lady in the Wraith city that always makes their clothes fit better make them the costumes they wanted and Damocles couldn’t wait until he could dress up, go out trick or treating, and get lots of candy.
And mommy and daddy would actually let them eat it that night too!
“Dammit,” Mommy says, puffing out a breath that makes her hair fly off her face, and Damocles giggles at her trying to help Cassia get into her costume. “Why did you have to pick an outfit that makes no sense?”
Cassia smiles up at their mom as she holds the grey dress thing for Cassia in both hands, holding it up and pulled out. “I wanted to be a wizard.” She looks to Damocles as they both say without actually speaking ‘duh’ to each other.
“This robe makes no damn – Ah!” Moving her hands, mommy holds up the fancy dress the right way where Damocles can finally see the sleeves now. “I had no idea this thing came in two pieces.” When both Damocles and his sister laugh at their silly mom, she snorts and comes to where Cassia sits on her bed. She’s the first to get her costume on, so Damocles waits for his own. “Alright. Put this dress looking one on first. Then come back out and I’ll help you buckle your belt and tie your cape on.” She hands Cassia the dress looking part of the costume. “Off you go, Gandalf,” she says with a chuckle before looking at Damocles, smiling. “Is my scary little ringwraith ready to get his robes on?”
Damocles grins and nods. “Uh huh!”
Mommy laughs and waves out of Cassia’s room. “Go grab your costume, then.”
Chirping happily, he runs to his room. He had seen his costume when the clothing lady had it sent to their house, but daddy said he couldn’t wear it until today. All day at school, Damocles wiggled and jumped in his seat, just waiting for class to be over and it to be night.
When asked what he and his sister wanted to be, the only thing that came to his mind was the grown up movie he and Cassia watched when mom and dad weren’t looking. Up on the upper balcony, Damocles and his sister pressed their faces against the bars as they watched a vid about monsters and soldiers that fought with sword instead of guns in shock and excitement. Mommy and daddy had caught them, but they didn’t get mad and, instead, invited them to come see better on the couch and share popcorn and snacks.
It was the coolest movie Damocles had ever seen. He even thinks Cassia loved it as much as he did because she wanted to dress up as it for Halloween too.
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