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MASS EFFECT KINK MEME
ANONYMOUSLY post a pairing and a kink. This meme is open to ALL pairings and ALL kinks. Slash, femslash, het and xenophilia are all welcome here. Fluffy kinks, violent kinks, gross kinks ...whatever you're into. However, there are a few guidelines ( Read more... )
ANONYMOUSLY post a pairing and a kink. This meme is open to ALL pairings and ALL kinks. Slash, femslash, het and xenophilia are all welcome here. Fluffy kinks, violent kinks, gross kinks ...whatever you're into. However, there are a few guidelines ( Read more... )
Her head was throbbing, her mouth was like a fucking desert, and it felt like every single piece of her body had been smashed into little, throbbing, inarticulate shards and then mashed back together in a Picasso-esque parody of a Marine. As she opened her eyes, a heavy, bedraggled groan slithered out her throat and rang out, double-vision style in her ears.
"Ah! Shepard, conscious. Most fortunate, was becoming concerned."
Mordin's shadow darted between her vision and the blazing lights of the techlab, the ones currently burning a hole in her retinas. She closed her eyes and just was for a moment as the body-wide-throb pulsed blood through her brain. She felt liquid, it was...disturbing.
"Good news, Commander. Experimental procedure complete success."
"Great," she answered. She could hardly hear herself over the pulse in her ears, let alone Mordin's gleeful murmurings. Goddamn, but that guy never stopped talking ( ... )
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"Exterior translation into Turian biology, internal organs remain predominantly the same with minor genetic fallout, fascinating alterations really," Mordin explained cheerfully and ducked when Shepard swung at him again. "All completely reversible. In good fun. Enjoy while you can, Commander. Take notes."
"Enjoy?" Shepard demanded and pressed her hand to her face. It was an automatic motion that felt strange, even repugnant with a three fingered hand. She flinched and let out a long sigh. "How long until you can reverse this?"
"Seventy six hours, fifteen minutes, thirty seven seconds until batch completed. Began working while you were unconscious. "
That lessened her anger just slightly. She might not have to kill him for this. She leveled a hard stare at the Salarian. "Get it done"Of course, no point in administering ( ... )
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"Mordin," Shepard explained for the third time in so many minutes. Garrus stared and, after a brief moment, seemed to understand. "So, we've got a mission to do and I'll be goddamned if I let a little thing like being Turian stop me. I'll need you on this one ( ... )
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"You gonna be okay in...that?" Jacob asked and motioned vaguely to all of her. Garrus huffed.
"Haven't broken anything yet," Shepard answered dismissively and withdrew her favorite pistol from its holster at her waist. "Let's get this done, people."
"So Shepard." Garrus's voice sounded flat over the intercom, she could hear Jacob throwing crates between shots, and could see explosions as they hit the ground on the other side of the warehouse. "That name you picked..."
"It was a garage guy on Noveria," she answered and the Asari Engineer in front of her went down as Shepard broke her nose with the back of her pistol.
"Right, the last name was the Synthetic insights guy, right?"
"Bingo, Vakarian," she agreed and four shots later had five Vorcha dead on the ground before her. A high powered round resounded in the room and a Krogan at her three o clock went down, half a skull lighter.
"I'm not sure how to tell you this, I don't think I know an appropriate human analogy for ( ... )
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Tits McGee
I love you so much for this
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Give me a prompt and I'll fill it for you, baby.
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I had passed by this prompt, thinking I wouldn't be interesting in reading a fill for this.
I have been pleasantly proven wrong. THANK YOU AUTHOR!ANON. PLEASE CONTINUE.
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For all the bitching he'd done about how uncomfortable having her be Turian was, he sure as shit seemed to be strutting his stuff now. With her at his side, his step picked up a little bit of a flourish, made especially pronounced every time he smirked at a gawking C-Sec officer or Turian shop clerk. If she'd doubted his previous assertion, that she was smoking hot, she didn't now. Every Turian they'd passed, every single fucking one, had the same reaction, one after another. They'd drop whatever they were doing, stare at her until she noticed them, and then do something embarassingly awkward before pretending to ignore her. It was like being the stacked chick in high school and damn if it wasn't hysterical.
"I didn't know Turians had a thing for purple," Shepard commented as Garrus took her through the upper wards. He was clearly taking the long way, but she wasn't particularly bothered by it. She'd be harassing him about it endlessly in the future, but it didn' ( ... )
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"What he said," Shepard agreed dryly. It wasn't like she knew what the hell any of it was, anyway. "I'm taking his word that this is the best food on the Citadel." Apparently this was very much the right thing to say because Kryik beamed at her and several of the nearby Turian occupants let out a raucous, and slightly drunken cheer.
"You won't be disappointed," Kryik promised and inclined his head as he walked off. Shepard maintained a smile just until he walked away. Garrus was smiling like he'd just committed some horrible caper and Shepard stared him down hard.
"So what the fuck did you order?" She asked in an urgent whisper and leaned forward. Her...chest...bone...divide thing wasn't as prominent as Garrus's, but it didn't let her lean that much closer. The way the chair was shaped, though, was surprisingly ( ... )
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