Tables Voluntarily Turned 2/?
anonymous
April 26 2012, 23:31:04 UTC
Archangel was Garrus. Holy hell, where had that come from? What had two years without her wrought upon her darling rogue C-Sec agent? He wasn't clean like the white Citadel walls any longer. Omega had swathed him in the dirty side of anger and rage and badass. All his pain and guilt, all his unsung emotions that his face couldn't show, scarred as it was. She wanted it all. She wanted to take it away. To bring back what he was before her ship exploded. She wanted that innocence that she had seen when he had demanded to go along with her, to find Saren
( ... )
Tables Voluntarily Turned 3/?
anonymous
April 26 2012, 23:34:34 UTC
Apparently her turian had gone and made himself important enough to warrant being given special tasks by the Primarch, aside from helping her on the Normandy. She idly wondered what rank he was to warrant generals giving him sir. Whatever had happened during those six months apart, they certainly made up for it once she had made it clear that what they were wasn't a one time thing.
Now, they had a chance to take a bit and figure out what drove each other crazy. What worked and what didn't for their sexual appetites. She found out he liked rough fringe grabbing, complete with forcing his head back to expose his neck to her mouth. He found she enjoyed being in his lap, his maw clamped upon one of her breasts(gently, of course, he'd lose a mandible if he bit down) while thrusting at just that odd angle that rubbed him along her inner back wall
( ... )
Tables Voluntarily Turned 4/?
anonymous
April 28 2012, 04:37:52 UTC
Little more for you guys before I head to work, I'm so excited by this now, it's crazy!
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Shepard hadn't been sure how they would begin their little endeavor, but she couldn't find reason to stop Garrus' tongue if her life depended on it. He had thrown down the wine bottle he had brought - the good stuff, she remembered - and seemed intent on driving her just a little crazy while she stood with her pants and underwear at her knees.
Gripping his shoulders, she tried to remain steady as he worked the plastic toy up her inner thigh and rubbed its tip along her entrance, coating it with her wetness. Although, she couldn't concentrate on that with that damn wicked tongue of his lashing her clit. She wouldn't whimper, she would not. Oh hell, her mind screamed, as the dildo went inside. He had managed that with her legs trapped, god, she loved this man
( ... )
Tables Voluntarily Turned 5/?
anonymous
April 28 2012, 04:42:01 UTC
She could sense the glare he had focused on her, and smiled down at him. He didn't want her to stop, but she wiggled her fingers in him and he lost the will to be angry.
A double tap to the side of his knee as she slipped her hand out had him moving, rising up and turning. He rose to his knees, his legs splayed on either side of hers. Pitching forward to rest his chest and shoulders on the mattress, he watched her with one piercing eye over the edge of his cowl. The muscles of his ass flexed, giving her an appreciative view of his opening as it winked.
On display, and all hers. Fucking deliciousShe grabbed his hips with her hands, digging her nails into the softer hide and smirking at his pleased growling. She moved up into place behind him, poking him with the toy, which she'd taken the liberty of coating with dextro safe lubricant while he had moved into position. He flexed once and relaxed, allowing the dildo to sit at his entrance while Shepard situated
( ... )
Tables Voluntarily Turned 6/?
anonymous
April 28 2012, 04:44:35 UTC
Garrus is crying for her over and over, his shoulders rising and falling with each gasping breath he takes to renew his litany of her name and Spirits and yes and for fuck's sake she should be recording this, it's so damn hot.
"She-Shepard, stop, stop!"
She shudders to a full pause, her eyes wide with surprise. She thought he was enjoying this, was she wrong? Maybe she didn't understand turians as much as she thought.
He's panting, catching his breath as best he can, and she just now notices her breathing matches his. He finally cracks his eye open and sees her panicked look. A breathy chuckle follows, and he smiles at her, pleasurable rumbles all over his sub harmonics.
"I want to face you."
Okay, fuck. She was going to marry this man. So hot and dangerous and respectful and powerful. How did she ever let Garrus pass by on the first Normandy
( ... )
Re: Tables Voluntarily Turned 6/?
anonymous
April 28 2012, 14:05:19 UTC
New headcanon has been accepted: Shep pegs Garrus twice a week. Dude I had to read this silently last night when you updated, and I was--I was just--ffffffff PHWOAR
Re: Tables Voluntarily Turned 6/?
anonymous
April 29 2012, 00:59:02 UTC
This anon wrote a femshep pegging fic not too long ago and I was considering going back to it to update it... partially because I made a few mistakes with the names...
...seeing this makes me realize I need to seriously step up my game on that update. I'm loving this and I don't like Femshep/Garrus all that much.
Tables Voluntarily Turned 8/8
anonymous
April 29 2012, 05:29:25 UTC
She heaves one of his legs over her shoulder, his spur resting against her back, his other leg thrown over her arm holding him in place as she gives a heavy thrust, pushing deep. Oh, that moan was so worth it. His hands are splayed out on either side, and those talons are ruining her bed again.
She pistons her hips rapidly against his, eager to see him come undone. She'd held the sergeant major in this position before, but it was never this hot. She'd never seen Garrus lost in pleasure like this, his eyes shut tight, his mandibles quivering as he gasps her given name - now she knows it must be good, he doesn't use her first name unless he's really feeling it - she closes her hand around his cock, fisting him fast with a strong grip. She can barely concentrate herself, the rough pace she has going into Garrus is also transmitting to her own. He throws his arms up over his head, claws ripping her pillows as his subvocals start to shriek - the back of her mind mourns the pillows, but who gives a shit really - and as she works her hand
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Now, they had a chance to take a bit and figure out what drove each other crazy. What worked and what didn't for their sexual appetites. She found out he liked rough fringe grabbing, complete with forcing his head back to expose his neck to her mouth. He found she enjoyed being in his lap, his maw clamped upon one of her breasts(gently, of course, he'd lose a mandible if he bit down) while thrusting at just that odd angle that rubbed him along her inner back wall ( ... )
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All of a sudden I wish to know more about that sergeant from her past...
BUT FIRST DELICIOUS GARRUS PEGGING. Then SPINOFF?! XD
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yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes
please
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Shepard hadn't been sure how they would begin their little endeavor, but she couldn't find reason to stop Garrus' tongue if her life depended on it. He had thrown down the wine bottle he had brought - the good stuff, she remembered - and seemed intent on driving her just a little crazy while she stood with her pants and underwear at her knees.
Gripping his shoulders, she tried to remain steady as he worked the plastic toy up her inner thigh and rubbed its tip along her entrance, coating it with her wetness. Although, she couldn't concentrate on that with that damn wicked tongue of his lashing her clit. She wouldn't whimper, she would not. Oh hell, her mind screamed, as the dildo went inside. He had managed that with her legs trapped, god, she loved this man ( ... )
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A double tap to the side of his knee as she slipped her hand out had him moving, rising up and turning. He rose to his knees, his legs splayed on either side of hers. Pitching forward to rest his chest and shoulders on the mattress, he watched her with one piercing eye over the edge of his cowl. The muscles of his ass flexed, giving her an appreciative view of his opening as it winked.
On display, and all hers. Fucking deliciousShe grabbed his hips with her hands, digging her nails into the softer hide and smirking at his pleased growling. She moved up into place behind him, poking him with the toy, which she'd taken the liberty of coating with dextro safe lubricant while he had moved into position. He flexed once and relaxed, allowing the dildo to sit at his entrance while Shepard situated ( ... )
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"She-Shepard, stop, stop!"
She shudders to a full pause, her eyes wide with surprise. She thought he was enjoying this, was she wrong? Maybe she didn't understand turians as much as she thought.
He's panting, catching his breath as best he can, and she just now notices her breathing matches his. He finally cracks his eye open and sees her panicked look. A breathy chuckle follows, and he smiles at her, pleasurable rumbles all over his sub harmonics.
"I want to face you."
Okay, fuck. She was going to marry this man. So hot and dangerous and respectful and powerful. How did she ever let Garrus pass by on the first Normandy ( ... )
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shit i'm going to pass out from all the hothothot
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Could NOT think clearly afterwards. Whoo boy.
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...seeing this makes me realize I need to seriously step up my game on that update. I'm loving this and I don't like Femshep/Garrus all that much.
Here's hoping more is oncoming.
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this is too fucking sexy
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She pistons her hips rapidly against his, eager to see him come undone. She'd held the sergeant major in this position before, but it was never this hot. She'd never seen Garrus lost in pleasure like this, his eyes shut tight, his mandibles quivering as he gasps her given name - now she knows it must be good, he doesn't use her first name unless he's really feeling it - she closes her hand around his cock, fisting him fast with a strong grip. She can barely concentrate herself, the rough pace she has going into Garrus is also transmitting to her own. He throws his arms up over his head, claws ripping her pillows as his subvocals start to shriek - the back of her mind mourns the pillows, but who gives a shit really - and as she works her hand ( ... )
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