Curse my heart, for it is weak.
thane slamming you against a wall and sliding into you hard, knowing that he could snap your neck as easily as fuck you and it only makes you want him more
morrigan taking charge and being uncertain all at once, pinning your hips to the ground and grinding against you, using you and biting her lip wanting you to use her all the same
garrus showing you that even though he’s all bony exoskeleton, there are ways to make soft gentle love to a turian, rolling your hips together and breathing each others’ air
zevran teaching you how many different ways rope can be used to tie you down as he fucks you from every possible angle and all you want is for him to never stop, to keep touching you forever
ashley smirking and sliding her fingers between your legs in the mess, starting a long slow tease of brushing her breasts against your arm and spreading her legs just a little too wide and pushing her ass out a little too much, making you want more than you knew you could
kaidan rippling his biotics along your skin, lighting off sparks wherever he touches until you want to scream with need (but you can’t, because he’s gagged you and that only makes it hotter)
isabela letting you think you’re the dominant one, letting you ride her just as long as she wants and then pinning you hard to the bed and tangling her fingers in your hair and pulling your mouth hard into her until you can’t help but swallow her down and lose yourself in your need
To add a familiar element of science-fiction fantasy, we decided one of the main species in Mass Effect would be a race of beautiful, blue alien girls. An extensive exploration of the idea led to the asari appearing exotic and alien while still have some human qualities, which allowed them to be desirable as potential love interests. The original inspiration of the scalp tentacles was to evoke the image of a woman emerging from the water with her hair swept back.
Asari clothing was to be alluring and sexy but with a sense of class and style - more of a Hollywood red-carpet feel than that of a stripper (except for the asari who were, in fact, strippers). Once we established the general look of the asari, we examined the fine details, like the scalp details.
This post is for anyone who believes that women weren’t objectified by the asari in Mass Effect because the asari weren’t ‘female’. In Bioware’s art book they openly state that they designed them as a ‘a race of beautiful, blue alien girls’, and to be ‘desirable as potential love interests’.
That is sooo painful to read. Their priority in making the asari was literally to make them objects for the male gaze. It just makes me sad because they could have been SO much more.
I like to imagine Shepard won’t let him on the ship like that so she makes him stand outside while she hoses him down
The stars formed countless patterns across her pale skin. They marked her cheeks with murky depths, her shoulders with darkened sea skies. Along her spine they spun tales of desert storms, pooling at the small of her back to form a desperate man’s oasis. Down her legs they traveled, wandering with no true direction to the unknown end; the very tips of her toes.
The stars on her skin kept him occupied for hours. Some of his favorites were the ones that dusted over her stomach like little footprints on a white shore. She wouldn’t let him touch them- they were off limits as she was sensitive there- but he loved to admire them. He picked out shapes- hearts, a partially smiling face, diamonds- and admired her galaxy from afar.
The best time to stargaze was while she slept, curled up next to him and completely at ease. She trusted him- knew him as one knew their own palm- and so she slept without worry or care. He’d wait until her breathing evened out, lips parted as the breaths rolled over the sensitive flesh torn from her own teeth. The day’s complications that had formed in creases on her forehead would vanish, leaving her sky clear to admire.
He’d start at her nose, following the curve of the bridge all the way to the dainty tip, placing a chaste kiss right atop a cluster of stars. His lips would then fall down to her own, contact feather light so that she would not awaken. A few stars were scattered near her lips, following her jawline and dancing across her neck in long strides. Her hands were always placed near or on his chest, and as his fingers followed the path of stars from her shoulders and down her arms, she’d shiver slightly, but never waking. From her elbows, he’d skip to the dip of her waist, being careful not to stir a reaction from her. Her hips had hardly any stars to discover, but her thighs were consumed by black holes and supernovas. The rest of her legs stayed tangled with his, keeping their bodies close, afraid he wouldn’t be there when she awoke the next morning- but he didn’t mind. He already had the stars there mapped out in his head.
For all the stargazing he did, he never spoke to her about it. She hated her stars and the constellations they made. She hated the way her cheeks marked ocean waves, her shoulders cloudy skies. She hated the desert tales spun down her spine, the cool pond at the small of her back. And she hated the mindless wandering down her legs that ended at the tips of her toes. She would crinkle her nose at the mention of them, ignoring the praises of beauty they would receive.
"They’re just blemishes, Thane," She’d mumble, hiding her body away under her white sheets. "They aren’t anything special." But they were, because each star was a part of her.
And she was his most favorite constellation of all.
|| bored doodle \uvu/ ||
so… who won?
psst vega/goto it’s the go-to otp
ohh …i like this idea a lot ……♡o｡.(✿ฺ｡ ✿ฺ)
[Caption: i love that there are two almost universal headcanons for shepard:
1: they are grunt’s parent
2: they really, really stink at driving]
- young engineers activating music player on their omni tools instead of overload
- young adepts filming biotic explosion vids for the extranet
- young vanguards sneezing and accidentally charging
- young sentinels showing off to each other with their customized tech armor
- young soldiers getting knocked out by the recoil of the concussive shot because they are still not used to it
- young infiltrators not knowing how to fully cloak themselves and getting caught pulling pranks