A New Perspective – Wafflesrock – Mass Effect Trilogy [Archive of Our Own]

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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy, Mass Effect – All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Nihlus Kryik/Ashley Williams
Characters: Nihlus Kryik, Ashley Williams
Additional Tags: Elevator Sex, 69 (Sex Position), Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Interspecies Sex, Smut and Fluff
Summary:

AU fic where Nihlus lives and remains onboard the Normandy. When Ashley and Nihlus get trapped together in the ship’s elevator they discover they actually have a lot in common. One thing leads to another, and Ashley learns a whole new appreciation for kissing turians.

Have another smutty rare-pair! This time Nihlus Kryik/Ashley Williams because I actually really like them together. For @squigglysquidd because she’s the bestest.

Thank you! I love it!

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Some Asari Headcanons

So I have been notoriously bad at making headcanons for any other species besides turian, so I figured I’d think up some trying to sleep last night. These are all in no order and really probably not all of them.

  • Asari usually range in what we’d call adult human male heights. So heights around 6 foot, give or take a few inches, is normal for them. Why? Not only do I think it’s cool for them to be such, but just imagine this: asari probably didn’t run with the problem humans have of males needing to be big to compete for females and females being smaller because, as bad as it stinks, males in most species are served first, so to speak. Having a larger female would mean she gets just as much or more resources than a male, but if the male is taken out of the equation, then size for a female turns into a serious advantage. Imagine how great it’ll be for an asari to be big enough to not only carry her young easily, but defend them against predators? Having other species for dads may affect the heights a bit, but going off of canon for asari, fathers only help to randomize ‘asari’ DNA, so you aren’t bound to get a drastic shrinkage.
  • Though they’ve come to accept it as natural – and find ways to enjoy it – thanks to centuries in the company of male/female species, asari didn’t originally find a need or appeal in penetrative sex. In animals with two sexes (male and female), a female’s pleasure spots can be related to a male’s. As a fetus, we all have very similar structures that gain just the smallest of changes thanks to hormones, but the nerve structure is the same. For example, a clit can be related to a penis – the ‘head’ of a penis being directly related a female’s clitoris. Even the g-spot has a male equivalent, the prostate. Both pleasure spots exist to better aid penetrative sex, the pleasure coming from stimulation. If an asari doesn’t need penetration, then their bodies would not possess a clit or g-spot, as they wouldn’t need the pre-structure for a penis or a glance that secretes fluid to aid in the travel of sperm for fertilization. HOWEVER!
  • Asari find mind melding for the sake of pleasure absolutely incredible. When they combine the two, penetrative and melding, they can have just as healthy as sex life as any other species. Just because they are in a gray area in terms of sex organs, they make due. (“Life, uh, finds a way.”)
  • When young, this confusion can sometimes lead asari going into their maiden years thinking penetrative sex is ‘gross’ because, really, who wants stuff up there where babies come from? Melding for pleasure isn’t really something they can just teach in school, so learning that they can connect penetration for their partner with melding for them has to come from experience. It leads to some asari – usually those who disagree with mixing with other species due to some superiority complex – openly disagreeing to any penetration, but that’s uncommon.
  • Asari can directly influence what their partner experiences during a meld, often explaining that sharing in a meld is better when they both know the intent from the start. For instance, polite society looks down on asari digging through people’s heads. I’d say it’s most likely down right illegal as invasion of privacy to the worst degree. That’s why asari children are taught how to control what they look for in their melding partners. It often helps of they tell their partner to think of the certain thing (ie. telling Shepard to think of the beacon vision) in order to keep out of that whole mess. In return, an asari can think of something on their own and can either share the actual memory, or trigger one in their partner by sharing a mood, emotion, or vague idea. In short, think about sexiness together, get sexiness from it. Think of something bad while the asari thinks of something good, and it can help heal.

I’m sure there are more somewhere in this thick skull of mine, but I can’t fetch them at the moment.

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Guys, imagine this: What if Garrus from Mass Effect 1 was the equivalent to baby-faced for turians? That whole ‘get outta here kid and come back when you have some hair on your chest!’ kinda kid.

Then, in Mass Effect 2, he takes off that helmet and holy crow he’s all grown up and one handsome bastard. THEN he gets those scars and now he’s even less of a baby face and more of a rugged, badass looking turian? He’s still a huge dork, mind you, but other turians can’t believe that’s the same guy. ‘Really? THAT’S Garrus? Since when?’

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I haven’t gotten far enough to write it much beyond some quick ideas being jotted down, but I can already tell that Cydian is going to wipe the floor with Garrus in Umbrus Nocturni. Poor kid won’t know what hit him.

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Efflux

It’s out, guys! The first chapter is out and up to read.


Rating: Explicit

Archive WarningGraphic Depictions Of Violence

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It’s been years since the end of the Reaper war and the disappearance of the Vakarian war heroes from prosecution. The galaxy slowly rebuilds without them, intent to see them as war criminals thanks to the Council, but there’s something coming out of the darkness once again. Garrus and Jane must save a galaxy that’d sooner see them imprisoned, but they aren’t alone.

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Tell me a character HC and I’ll rate it between 1 and 10 for accuracy

@darthvega said “Even though she flirts a lot with others, Garrus isn’t really the jealous type. Conversely, Jane gets pretty grumps if Garrus turns up the charm on someone else. :3”

Actually, Garrus IS jealous, in his own right. He knows Jane is a shameless flirt, but oh boy, you better not flirt back with her unless Garrus really knows you mean just about as much with it as she does. James flirting, he’s okay with, because he knows Jane has no sexual attraction to him at all. And, really, Garrus knows she has a bigger attraction to turians anyways. Now, if a turian hits on her? That guy (or girl) is going to be in for it. That, or he’ll just prove to Jane what she’d be missing out if she followed up with that flirting 😉 (and this might or might not be one of the letters in the ABCs)

Jane, we all know is absolutely, no doubt, jealous. She’s horribly jealous and Garrus loves it. That such a little woman can get so angry over him makes him proud to no end. He’s never had someone treat him like he’s valuable enough to defend the right to. He likes that bit of possessiveness because he wants to be able to return it with her and not feel like he’s overstepping. She admits it might be bad to be so jealous – and she’d stop if he told her to – but he’s so damn important to her in a way that she’d gladly fight for him.

Thanks for the ask!

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Efflux Ch 1 Teaser

Chapter 1:

Blue, crystalline eyes open to take in an unknown room keep dark by heavy blinds, from the ambient lights outside to guide the way through the Virmire streets at night. Scents of sex, liquor, and smoke fill the room, but the combined smell feels just as much like home as the tang of biotics and gun oil to Damocles. It’s just another pre-dawn morning for him, mind hazy from the night before and throat sore from the heavy drinking coupled with strong cigarettes he rarely let’s himself have.

Sitting, Damocles looks to the other form in the bed, an asari whose name he can’t remember. It doesn’t quite matter because he won’t be around when she wakes for any small – and awkward – small talk. He doesn’t need to see her trying to stifle herself from reacting to waking up next to the Vakarian freak, the man that shouldn’t biologically exist. He’s seen the look and heard the stilted words enough to know it’s just better if he slips out before their regret can set in.

He may be a good fuck, but he’s not worth facing the morning after.

Humming at the thought and at his resulting acceptance after so many years, Damocles reaches for the half empty glass of something amber with a scent of alcohol and downs it. Let it wash away the truth.

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Damocles is so angsty that I really want to just give him happiness, but I can’t because I have to develop the relationship.

… dammit