Prompt 16: Having some “private time” and the other accidentally walking in
Your wish is my command nonny!!
One little fic coming up especially for you and everyone else. Smut for everyone! Light NSFS! Approx 1100 words.
Featuring Ensign Leucen, navigator in training in Captain Ianus’ crew on Cruiser Invictus, and Hierarchy Agent Xeriak ‘Imperious’ Garros, belonging to @doragonkage. Thank you for letting me borrow your man 😉
Note: Leucen always keeps his translator on because he’s ashamed about his country boy accent. The only one who heard him without it up to now is Xeriak.
When Leucen woke inside his little nest of blankets and cushions, he was alone. The young man groped around his pillow fort for his lover, but when he realized the bed was clearly Xeriak-free and he couldn’t hear anyone move around the apartment either, he gave a testy little growl. It wasn‘t often that their schedules coincided, what with Leucen being stationed on a cruiser going on missions spirits know where and Xeriak busy working as an agent to the Hierarchy. They had to make every second count, and Xer being out on an errand right now came at the wrong time. Leucen had been looking forward to sweetening their last shared morning with some lazy wake-up sex, which was clearly not happening the way things were now.
Eyyy thanks nonny! I’m sorry this may deviate from the general NSFS idea of these prompts a bit, but it’s a dreary day and I was feeling like a little anguish. Hope you still like XD
Prompt 1:
…grinding up against the other
Approx. 430 words! Quick read 😉
Not all missions can go well, and this one leaves more than one C-Sec officer in need of medical attention.
He tries playing over it after the debrief and first aid, shows off the medigel-soaked bandages covering the left side of his neck and waist with a glint in the one eye not swollen shut, as if the wounds were badges of honour instead of the outcome of a stupid decision on his side. But she notices him wince when he lifts his arm to get into his civvies. He‘s not the best at hiding discomfort.
And suddenly, these feelings bubble in her chest, so upsetting, the dread, the sudden realization she could have lost him. It’s overwhelming, makes the hair on her arms stand despite the warmth.
„Doesn‘t it make me look dashing?“ he asks, turning his head left and right in an attempt to impress her when he catches her staring at him.
Her reaction is immediate. “Oh shut up, Adessar!” she snarls, and then she‘s pressed against him, her breathing quick, jaw locked in defiance as always, and he knows she‘s fighting against the urge to cry.
For a second, he contemplates playing it down, or teasing her about it, but instead he lets her grind up against him, such a raw, immediate sensation, her hands roaming along his chest and back, again and again, like an outlet for everything she keeps bottled up inside. She’s not one for showing softness or vulnerability. Her warmth is there, so close, and the pliant resilience of her body he‘s grown used to in the last months. The way she rubs herself against him is confusing, so similar to when she wants him to sleep with her, though he suspects right now it has more to do with the immediate need of voicing the turmoil churning inside her. Yet no matter what prompted her move, his body reacts to it in the way it’s conditioned to, excitement stirring.
He exhales, bends down to rub his chin against the top of her head. It’s worth a shot in any case. “I wouldn’t mind you taking care of me later?” he says with a soft purr and a carefully modulated hint of suggestiveness in his subvocals. By now, she’s good at recognizing his hints.
A strange little sound dislodges itself from her throat, a mixture between a chuckle and a sob, but then she nods and jabs one finger at his pelvic plates, making him groan.
“Yeah I figured. I can, but you don’t deserve it, asshole.”
“Oh, I can live with that.”
She looks up, face scrunched in disapproval, before giving his waist a good squeeze. Yes, she knows exactly what gets him going.
“Fuck you, Adessar,” she hisses. But she helps him dress, and brings him home, and takes care of him, albeit gently as not to worsen his injuries. He could pay her back once he was healed.
I do somehow like to think that other species have either mating season or something else, simply for changing it up from what we’re used to, yes! So whether during their evolution asari and turians did have seasonal fertility cycles (maybe twice a year or so?) I am not sure, but I do like the idea! Maybe nowadays, these are more genetically imprinted behaviours similar to humans feeling more frisky in spring, or during ovulation time? So basically both asari and turians do have a sexual instinct all year but at times would feel more of a compulsion to do so. Would love to know what my friends and fam thinks 😀
As for my OCs… both of those involved with human girlfriends were shocked the first time they got told about menstruation, with poor Quintus scrambling to call the medics when Chiho bled all over his nice bed while sleeping. Maybe he should have paid more attention during xenostudies classes 😉 Kieran finds the general idea of menstruation disgusting, but he won’t say anything as not to upset Jane. Since he has a good sense of smell he knows when it’s the time and he politely leaves her alone.
Eyyy thanks so much for the question! Never thought about this in-depth if I have to admit. But let’s see what comes out if I split them up by groups… XD
Jane has a university degree in Public Relations, which is mostly to her pushing through. She’s good at connecting things and a good student, but it takes her a lot of effort to sit down and study. Kieran is very specific- if a topic interests him, he’s a fountain of knowledge and studying comes easy to him, to everything else he might appear ignorant.
For the C-Sec Squad…. Apart from Quintus who is a tech genius (but prefers to use his smarts for witty banter and pick-up lines), the rest is average, with Alena scoring higher average and Chiho and Franceso on the lower average spectrum, partly due to them being only minimally schooled in their circumstances growing up. They’re great at what they do and both have a good heart, but may need some time understanding very complex matters simply because they’re not used to it.
As for the cruiser crew, Ensign Acilia is the most clever and excellent at analyzing and writing out thoughts, a reason why she was chosen to be in the Liaison Office at her young age (17). Captain Ianus wouldn’t have made it as far if he wasn’t smart and strategic, even though he might not appear as such, and sometimes prefers to act as if he was daft and stick-up-the-ass. XO Medina is a smart man who prefers to fly under the radar because he’s not too hot on promotions and being ‘used’ for anything. And Ensign Leucen may not be the most clever IQ-wise, but he has a natural affinity for understanding navigation and he is an absolute genius when it comes to fashion and style- not that it matters on the cruiser, unfortunately 😉
“Just let it grow. Whatever it is that you’re in love with doing right now. Writing, painting, music, photography, calligraphy and anything else under the sun. If it’s good for your soul then just let it bloom naturally. Don’t overthink the success, the audience, the amount of time you put into creating. Just let it be and let love be your guide every step in the way.”
Prompt 16: Having some “private time” and the other accidentally walking in
Your wish is my command nonny!!
One little fic coming up especially for you and everyone else. Smut for everyone! Light NSFS! Approx 1100 words.
Featuring Ensign Leucen, navigator in training in Captain Ianus’ crew on Cruiser Invictus, and Hierarchy Agent Xeriak ‘Imperious’ Garros, belonging to @doragonkage. Thank you for letting me borrow your man 😉
Note: Leucen always keeps his translator on because he’s ashamed about his country boy accent. The only one who heard him without it up to now is Xeriak.
When Leucen woke inside his little nest of blankets and cushions, he was alone. The young man groped around his pillow fort for his lover, but when he realized the bed was clearly Xeriak-free and he couldn’t hear anyone move around the apartment either, he gave a testy little growl. It wasn‘t often that their schedules coincided, what with Leucen being stationed on a cruiser going on missions spirits know where and Xeriak busy working as an agent to the Hierarchy. They had to make every second count, and Xer being out on an errand right now came at the wrong time. Leucen had been looking forward to sweetening their last shared morning with some lazy wake-up sex, which was clearly not happening the way things were now.
send one to add spice to our muses’ ongoing argument and make it even worse! tw: violence
VERBAL
❝ calm down. ❞ ❝iam overreacting? ❞ ❝ shut up! ❞ ❝ you should’ve known the consequences of doing that. ❞ ❝ i get it, i get it – so stop talking. ❞ ❝ it’s your fault! ❞ ❝ here’s what you need to do: get the fuck out of my face. ❞ ❝ we need to settle this. now. ❞ ❝ you know i get mean when i drink. ❞ ❝ don’t put all the blame on me. ❞ ❝ you are responsible for this. ❞ ❝ where the fuck do you think you’re going? i’m not done with you yet. ❞ ❝ i’m this close to punching your pretty face. ❞ ❝ oh, you wanna take this outside? fine. ❞ ❝ you said you wouldn’t do it again – but here we are. ❞ ❝ can you stop talking over me? ❞ ❝ do you even hear yourself? ❞ ❝ what did you just say? ❞
NONVERBAL
send a ☁ and a number for your muse to: 1. take my muse by the collar of their shirt and tug them closer 2. stomp on my muse’s foot 3. backhand my muse 4. grip my muse’s throat with the intention of choking them 5. pull my muse back by the hand when they try to leave 6. shake my muse by the shoulders 7. yell into my muse’s face 8. throw a punch at my muse’s stomach/face/etc 9. corner my muse 10. break down into tears in front of my muse
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