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
You can read the monster of a ending chapter here
This is not the end, but it is the mark of a small break before the actual next part.
However, I am still doing the ABCs of smut with our lovely Jane and Garrus to go with Parable, so if you have any words, message, ask me, or just comment on this or the previous post about it.
Call out to Mass Effect writers
They say that if you want to give a life to a character, give him flaws along with strengths.
So, what flaws do your Shepards have?) Tell me. I need some real examples, because my love for Shepard may have blinded me and all I see is perfection in every bit of her XD
P. S.: And please kindly reblog, if you can – the wider the question spreads, the more opinions will there be. And along with that I will be veeery glad to meet new lovely Shepards))
Jane has many flaws.
She’s not intelligent, she can’t hack, can’t understand sciences or math, and only has shooting something as her answer to any question.
She shamelessly flirts, but it most times makes the recipient uncomfortable because she often times refers to sex over compliments of appearance, personality, etc.
When she marries, she is willing to sacrifice everything for her partner, even innocent people, because she’s selfish and doesn’t want to lose what she thinks she deserves just for people she doesn’t care about.
She’s crude, foul mouthed, and opinionated. She’s not diplomatic, choosing to threaten to get her way or taking to violence when she thinks the opposing side is being stupid and unreasonable. She gets angry easily, but curses at any drop of the hat just because she wants to.
Though she has friends on the Normandy – after being hard to open up and consider them friends – she still keeps much of her life hidden. Only her husband knows the truth of her life before the Alliance. She also wouldn’t let anyone else but him know her flaws, thinking others not worthy of seeing them. After everything, she only has the one person she’s ever truly shown trust to, keeping things hidden in some degree or another to everyone else.
I’m sure there are other things, but I can’t think of them at the moment 😛
Osteogenesis: Chapter 23: Trouble 2/9196
While the parents are away, the kids shall play… and get into trouble.
It’s shocking to find the living room empty and vidscreen silent of any weird show the twins have found to confuse their parents with. She hasn’t really checked the time yet, so it’s safe to assume that the two are still eating whatever their father has managed to make without – as the lack of smoke would indicate – burning to an unrecognizable crisp. Shocking, to say the least, but it’s either that or the twins are eating another bowl of that disgusting, overly sugary cereal they’ve loved since they could demand it. She isn’t all that surprised to find the twins at the table with bowls of that very thing set out before them. Garrus isn’t that great of a cook, so perhaps it’s for the best that he give them something familiar and lacking any possibility of tasting like charcoal.
She walks up to where Garrus stands at the counter, pouring himself a bowl of that shit that she can’t believe he likes. With his back to her, he doesn’t see her coming, but she’s sure he hears her as he always does, because she’s able to wrap her arms around his waist without startling that panicky thing left deep in the dark recesses of him thanks to all the shit they’ve seen and lived through. Though not exactly the same for turians as humans, PTSD can still be a bitch. They both feel that festering wound, live in companionship in the wastes it often leaves behind.
She hums as she lays her cheek against his clothed back, nuzzling him and feeling his rumbling chuckle vibrate against her. In response, she squeezes him and smiles. “I can’t believe you can eat that shit,” she says softly, devoid of any real disgust as she relaxes her arms enough to splay her hands across the plates resting just above his sensitive waist.
“It’s good.” She snorts at his defense and he lays a hand over hers. “And, besides, some of what you eat looks like it crawled out of something at some point.”
This monster chapter is done.
Jane and Garrus take the twins to go see pop-pop Titus and auntie Sol on Palaven and Titus has plans of what to do in this chapter of Osteogenesis.
Jane must have heard his amusement as her voice soon pulls him out of his reminiscing. “I feel left out on whatever joke you’re laughing at.”
Vocals rumbling, he smiles at her. “We’re getting old.”
As she tosses her sleeping shirt away, she snorts. “Speak for yourself. I’m technically two years younger thanks to Cerberus.”
She smirks at him, hooking her bra closed in that backwards way she always does, and he huffs a laugh. “Anything to feel younger?”
“You know it.” He rumbles in amusement as he shakes his head in response and she stops midway through pulling up her pants. “You still haven’t told me just what brought that line of thinking on.”
He takes a moment to pull on his own light pants before responding. He’s pretty sure he’s read somewhere that humans – especially females – don’t like hearing about age. It’s something about being raised to think aging equates to being old, as if that’s simple, natural thing is a bad thing. He’s even found stories of females getting angry and offended by it. Surely Jane wouldn’t react the same, as she’s already so different for the other females of her species, but he still wonders about crossing those little interspecies lines. Even if he doesn’t intend to upset her, he’d much rather not run that risk in the first place.
When he feels her stare draw on long enough, he flickers his mandibles with a hum in his vocals. “I don’t know whether or not I want to continue this conversation.”
Jane snorts as she finally pulls on her shirt and begins to button it closed. “Don’t tell me turians are afraid of being reminded of ‘getting old’.”
“I was thinking more about humans.” He glances up from snapping his vest closed to see her raise a brow and clears his throat. “I heard… human females…”
That’s all she seems to hear as she starts laughing, struggling to control herself so she can speak. Grumbling, Garrus lets her have her entertainment as he finishes dressing and turns to the sink to grab his coarse brush to clean his teeth. At least, he thinks, she’s not still grumpy from being woken up, even if at his expense.
“Wow,” she says, shuffling behind his back. “You really think I’m like other human women?” He merely shrugs in answer, pouring abrasive oil onto his brush. “Garrus, you’re an idiot.”
“So you keep saying,” he says flatly in mock offense before starting to scour his teeth clean.
He feels her hand on his back as she leans over against his side and kisses his arm. “I don’t care about being told we’re getting old so long as you don’t say it like it’s some kind of plague.” She huffs a short laugh. “If you treat me like I’m contagious or should be ashamed, well, then I’m going to be pissed, but I’m not in denial. I know people get older, but like hell will I let that stop me.” He glances over to see her through the mirror and sees her grin before adding, “Hell, you and I can beat people with our canes if it gets to that point.”
A shuffle of sheets at his side speak of his wife awakening and he purrs as he opens his eyes. Jane’s eyes are still shut – clenched tight, even – and he huffs a soft chuckle as he caresses a knuckle over her forehead. His answer to his attentions gets him a grunt as she tugs the blankets over her shoulders and attempts to burrow her head to stave away the morning.
She’s absolutely adorable like this. Never would he have thought the savior of the galaxy would need to be pried out of bed like a thirty-nine year old child, and yet, here lies the conqueror of the Reapers, curled up under the warm blankets.
“Jane.” A grunt is his only answer and he grins, reaching for the edge of the blanket to start peeling it away despite her grip in sleepy protest. “We’re almost to Palaven.” She mumbles something, but he knows her well enough to decipher the unintelligible sound. “Yes, you have to get up. Sol and dad will love to see you.”
He manages to pull the blankets over her head in the short moment of her incredulous snort and smiles at the green eyes that peek out as she tries to keep covered. “I’m sure they’d understand if I want to just sleep the whole visit.”
Chuckling, he shakes he head and reveals more of her curled up form. “I doubt that. Besides, the twins won’t want to leave without you.”
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