the king of shame 1a/?
anonymous
September 16 2013, 14:05:41 UTC
This space station has turned you into an insomniac. Deep in the Wards, there is no day or night cycle, only dim lights and the constant thrum of far-off seedy nightclubs. Neon signs light the walls and provide helpful directions when you forget your way around. It shouldn’t be so easy to lose your way here; you’ve been here for months.
Your coworkers joke around with you sometimes, asking you how long you’ve been here, anyway.
You give them a vague reply, because telling them “Five months, seventeen days, twenty hours” would make you sound like a homesick loser. You are a homesick loser. You hate it here. You miss your mother and sister (not your father, not your father, it’s all his fault you’re stuck here) and your home planet
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the king of shame 1b/?
anonymous
September 16 2013, 14:07:20 UTC
Guy-next-door's subharmonics are rumbling and they're sending wasted signals of lust and desire and possessiveness to his human. She can obviously tell how he's feeling through other means, though, because you can hear her panting and the muffled thump of chitinous plates on soft skin
( ... )
the king of shame 1c/?
anonymous
September 16 2013, 14:08:52 UTC
The walls are paper-thin and you would give anything to change places with your neighbor, the C-Sec requisitions officer. You've completely lost track of time, you have no idea what hour it is. Night and day are one and the same in this hellhole. The moment ends. Your fist is like a vise around your cock, just like her cunt, clamping around his and he's thrusting into her and the walls are like paper. You can hear everything and he's close. You're close but not there quite just--
Yet.Your right hand reaches up to cover your mandibles and you're spasming and coming all over the place, the force of your orgasm hitting you like the butt of a rifle in the back of the head. All those citations you hastily filled out to give you peace of mind are ruined, completely ruined with splatters of cum, and suddenly you realize that you don't give a fuck. From the room next door, you can hear him pulling out, his cock drenched with turian jizz and human fluids. You wonder if he took an antihistamine, if he'll be walking funny tomorrow. You know she
( ... )
Re: the king of shame 1c/?
anonymous
September 17 2013, 18:28:30 UTC
Whoa, A!A! This is fantastic. Did you say english isn't your first language? Because, damn....this is written beautifully! I'm in love! Please keep going :)
i'm better at writing than speaking, i learned english at a very close second. but sometimes i mess up figures of speech and numbers and such. ahaha
thank you!!! (to everyone who's left such encouraging reviews) i'm working on the rest of chapter two now and this fanfiction is going to go on for a long time. i think.
the king of shame 2a/?
anonymous
September 17 2013, 14:52:05 UTC
Weeks have passed, and you wake up every artificial morning to another day of pointless work. Slowly, you’ve started to recognize the people you see on patrol: an annoying, unlicensed hanar street preacher, a perpetually arguing couple, two loitering turian businessmen lounging around a bank. Patrol duty is boring, but you’d rather spend hours on end working meaninglessly outside than sitting in your office and working even more uselessly. That, and you can’t look the requisitions officer in the eye. He knows, he has to know.
He must have heard you that day so long ago, that day which still feels fresh in your mind. The Citadel keeps you awake at night, as always, but now even your precious hours of sleep are invaded with troublesome visions of red hair and freckled skin.
You wonder what her breasts would feel like. You’ve never been with a human before, only in your dreams and fantasies. Every night, you dream about her. Every damn nightYou haven’t seen her since that day. You wonder if she even lives on the Citadel at all. Maybe
( ... )
Re: the king of shame 2a/?
anonymous
September 18 2013, 06:39:06 UTC
Oh Garrus, you creeper. When they finally get together, I wonder if he'll confess that he's been stalking her for years and watching her fuck other men before he ever even shook her hand.
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Your coworkers joke around with you sometimes, asking you how long you’ve been here, anyway.
You give them a vague reply, because telling them “Five months, seventeen days, twenty hours” would make you sound like a homesick loser. You are a homesick loser. You hate it here. You miss your mother and sister (not your father, not your father, it’s all his fault you’re stuck here) and your home planet ( ... )
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Yet.Your right hand reaches up to cover your mandibles and you're spasming and coming all over the place, the force of your orgasm hitting you like the butt of a rifle in the back of the head. All those citations you hastily filled out to give you peace of mind are ruined, completely ruined with splatters of cum, and suddenly you realize that you don't give a fuck. From the room next door, you can hear him pulling out, his cock drenched with turian jizz and human fluids. You wonder if he took an antihistamine, if he'll be walking funny tomorrow. You know she ( ... )
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Who brought the marshmallows?
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thank you!!! (to everyone who's left such encouraging reviews) i'm working on the rest of chapter two now and this fanfiction is going to go on for a long time. i think.
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He must have heard you that day so long ago, that day which still feels fresh in your mind. The Citadel keeps you awake at night, as always, but now even your precious hours of sleep are invaded with troublesome visions of red hair and freckled skin.
You wonder what her breasts would feel like. You’ve never been with a human before, only in your dreams and fantasies. Every night, you dream about her. Every damn nightYou haven’t seen her since that day. You wonder if she even lives on the Citadel at all. Maybe ( ... )
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