#spicy shakarian

[spaced0lphin]

challenge for all you shakarians

Listen okay so I've been in the ME fandom a long-ass time. Like, actual BioWare writers frequenting the LiveJournal community long. So, whilst Shoker is my ship, I have been known to at least understand Shakarian from time to time, and I know a lot of you fools also obsessed with a decade plus old series like I am do, too.

I see a lot of excellent Shakarian art where it's like, Garrus is cuddling Shepard or like smooshing his giant face into them or something, or doing spicy stuff to them clutching their thighs - it's always him doing stuff to them - and it's all very passionate and excellent and as a monsterfucker myself I do get it

but I have a spicy challenge for you Shakarian artists because this is sorely terribly lacking in your field and for the life of me I do not understand why

Never, not once in my long journeys, have I ever seen art where Garrus is just getting his mind absolutely goddamn obliterated. Where he's got his long neck thrown back onto the points of his crest and the pupils of his half-lidded eyes are contracted to pinpoints in shock and amazement, his mandibles are just quivering, splayed open wide because of the sheer magic of human lips. Turian cartilage flaps cannot do that. He has never been more alive and more destroyed in a single moment in his life. He is having an out of body experience. He is one lick away from a cardiac fucking event but in a good way. He is completely physically useless at this moment - he is putty in Shepard's hands and mouth. The only thing he can do is shake and let his subvocals loose in the deepest approximation of an orgasmic purr you can imagine. Garrus is getting it done to him, he is not doing anything but getting done.

I submit this for your consideration

[dispatchwithlove]

🌹 🌹 🌹

Thanks for the roses friend! Well, I just recently got back into writing smut, so how about a little Dom Shepard/Sub Garrus? This is from chapter 3 of All In. Warning for spiciness ahead!

Shepard’s hand slid up the ridge of his keel, rolled over the dip of his carapace, then collared his neck with a hot palm and digging fingertips. Despite her order to keep them open, his eyes fluttered, wanting to close so badly just so he could absorb the tight press of her hand into his throat muscles, to drown in the sensation, but the look in her eyes told him don’t you dare. 

Pleasure coiled around his cock, surged through his thighs and stomach, it was electric in his fingertips and tidal up the back of his neck. 

[pastafossa]

pasta i’m so excited that you love baldur’s gate 3 and mass effect!! who are your favorites in mass effect?

I do! I adore it, it's got all the qualities I loved in my favorite Bioware games but also feels frikkin HUGE, fortunately in a good way and not in a I SWEAR TO BABY REAPERS/DREAD WOLF IF I SEE THIS ROCK ONE MORE TIME sort of way. I haven't gotten to play as much as I usually would obviously - I'm still in Act 1, poking my nose in every single cave and hole I find - but I'm definitely loving it, and am thoroughly invested in all my little ducklings and their backstories!

Oh God though, Mass Effect. Mass Effect, my darling, the space, the aliens, the story, the crew, the Normandy I shed tears for, THE FUCKING SPACE SQUID VILLAINS. I love that series with my whole heart so far I have met Kaidan's VA and Jen Hale, I NEED MORE. I've done little cons for it, had the Paragon logo on my car for AGES. This (and Dragon Age) was My Fandom for a long, long time, which is one reason I like BG3 so much! It scratches the exact same itch.

If I had to choose from Mass Effect - like I generally love 95% of them if I'm honest buuuuuuut IT'S COMMANDER FEMSHEP SHE IS MY FAVORITE PROTAGONIST ON THE CITADEL oh wait this is about companions, my number one is definitely my Space Raptor Beloved, Garrus Vakarian. This fucking dork ('your waist is very... supportive' SIR) and his calibrations, this tortured dinosaur of an alien, his Batman renegade phase in ME2. I ADORE HIM. He's the reason I got back into fanfiction in *checks old AO3 account* 2015, when I wrote a Shakarian one-shot for a friend on a whim. It's still on AO3 too and I like to read it sometimes and REMEMBER THE FEELING OF LOVE FOR HIM.

Second: MY DARLING CHAOTIC TANK BABY, MY SPICY NOODLE EATING CHILD, MY FINGER QUOTES USING KROGAN BARREL OF INSANITY, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

Third: you know me and my girl Tali gotta have our emergency induction port nights

Finally, fourth and fifth are basically a tie between Captain Canada, He Of The Beautiful Hair And Voice, Kaidan (Raphael Sbarge is SO nice btw); and Thane, my precious rasping space alien assassin who was done DIRTY in ME3 i could rant on this ALL DAY

Anyway those are my top five! But like I said, I kinda love the whole team(s). Even when you hit the bottom of my list, probably Jacob or Liara, I still like them, so ME's a rare series where I just love all my little babies.

[gammaraydeath]

get to know me?!??!

hiii i got tagged by @korblez n i am so so bad at interaction so i have like two people to tag @milkywayes and @homukyo hehehehe >:3c

Fave ships: ummmmm i guess shakarian still LMFAOO.... i'm not super into shipping i usually just pick one thing from whatever i'm into and stick with it!!

Favorite color: this is so hard... i'll go with pink!!

Song stuck in my head: uh oh i'm currently listening to music so i don't have anything stuck in my head atm. rn i'm listening to flag day/the mother stone by caleb landry jones!

Favorite food: HRMMM.. picking favorites is so hard for me lol i just like everything. if it's a snack i could eat sea salt vinegar chips all day. if it's a meal i really like japanese food!

Last song listened to: oops answered that above... take another one that i just think is cool

Last tv show/movie: i rewatched over the garden wall with my dad!

Spicy/sweet/savory?: i like all of them!!!!! but i am first and foremost a sweet tooth and if i don't consume sugar every day i will pass away

Currently reading: children of ruin by adrian tchaikovsky!!!!!!!!! rereading the series bc i got children of memory two christmases ago and i'm FINALLY getting around to reading that for the first time. but first i had to reread the first two books to refresh my memory. my favorite sci fi series for real everyone should read it!!!!!! i've recommended it to so many people. i won't spoil too much but the premise is an uplift experiment goes wrong, and the subjects (monkeys) perish while the vector for uplift (a "virus") makes it to the terraformed planet's surface; it is already seeded with life, set up for the monkeys' success. the virus finds itself compatible with something very.... non-monkeyish.... >:)!!!!!! (edited to add the FIRST book is called children of time lol start there)

Last thing I googled: phidippus audax i'm trying to sort out and find the appropriate references for its synonyms!!! salticus variegatus and attus audax and phiddipus variegatus grrrr soooo many names for one little guy!! and some of my sources are in german which doesn't help me, englishpilled monolingualcel. this is my first project in systematics ok be nice 🥺

[omgkalyppso]

Tagged by @sevarix-blogs (: thank you!

Last song: I'm at the office with no music but Rabbit Heart by Florence + the Machine is stuck in my heart (what a typo!)

Last movie: The Mummy

Currently rewatching: The Vision of Escaflowne

Currently playing: Baldur's Gate 3 and Skyrim

Current obsession: Étoile

Currently consuming: leftover shepherds' pie and diet ginger ale

Favourite colour: green

First ship: with something like fandom, vegebul; that I made fancontent for, betty and veronica

Three ships: garashir, shakarian, durgetash

Spicy/savoury/sweet: sweet

If anyone wants to do this, tag me!

[iheartgarrus]

N7 Month Day 23: Scion

(AO3 Link - This was actually done yesterday, but I didn't realize it was done until today. 😅 Shakarian, implied nudity, but nothing spicy [for now anyway 😉].)

Heaving a sigh, Shepard tipped her head back under the shower’s spray, working on rinsing the last of the sweat and grime out of her hair. “Fuck Scions,” she grumbled.

Garrus, working a coarse brush over his plates to clean out the crevices, let out a short chuckle. “My sentiments exactly. We haven’t seen one since the Collector mission and I was hoping the Reapers got bored of them.”

“Yeah, I’m- shit,” Shepard hissed and grabbed her shoulder. She’d been trying to reach up to the shelf for her shampoo before a nasty twinge took her by surprise. “Ugh,” she growled. “Seriously, fuck Scions.”

Garrus reached over her and picked up the bottle she’d been going for. “Here, I’ve got it.” He squeezed a handful of shampoo into his hand and carefully rubbed them together. “Just let me know if I do this wrong.”

She nodded, gingerly gripping her shoulder. “Thank you.”

[misseffect]

3, 7, 10 for choosing violence 😘

3. Description or screenshot of worst take you've seen on Tumblr

Coming in hot, I see.

Couldn't decide between Kaidan Is An Abusive Partner and Garrus Isn't Garrus Unless He's Turian so I'm declaring them tied for first.

We can all save ourselves from the impulse to write embarrassing, off-beat Kaidan meta by simply leaving him on Virmire.

Re: Garrus - people are stupid and wrong and bad at storytelling, and that's fine.

Honourable mention to 80% of takes about Max Verstappen.

7. What character did you begin to hate because of how the fandom acts about them?

A character that I'm going to call Named Shepard. I'm not saying that I close a fic immediately if the Shepard is called something other than Shepard, but some of these cats make me wonder what games people are playing.

10. Worst part of fanon

Shakarian postcode facepaint. That is all.

Send me spicy fandom asks!

[dukeoftheblackstar]

A few days ago I discovered a very hot hentai doujinshi of Shakarian and it has been sitting on in my phone's incognito browser. Not saying I haven't read it 128391273198371289 times, but like it's so spicy I wanna find kel dor porn.

I'm so keen on seeing how other people draw nude aliens like, I need to see tentacles in there, need to see some other extra-terrestrial parts in there like Turian exoskeleton! Like slits and pouches, claws, and gills.

Am I gonna have to commission this? Maybe. Maybe I do. Maybe I need to give Plo more than two-pronged living tentacles. Maybe. Just maybe. I just need more alien porn art.

[my-hot-awkward-turian-boyfriend]

10 mutuals i'd like to know better

Thanks for the tag @kalliesa !!

Last song that I listened to: "Time Machine" by Ingrid Michaelson

Favourite content to watch: it really depends on my mood, like... sometimes i wanna watch something comedic like Schitt's Creek or Parks & Rec, but other times i'm more interested in sci-fi and like, and every so often i get that hankering for something romantic lol

Favourite Games: Mass Effect LE, Tomb Raider (new age), Uncharted, Assassin's Creed, Persona, Kingdom Hearts

Favorite colour: if we're getting really specific, then burgundy, burnt orange, and mint, otherwise good ol' red will do lol

Favourite animals: foxes, otters, wolves, tigers

Favourite food: pasta is my go-to and i guess i have to say brown sugar cinnamon poptarts because i've quite literally been eating those my entire life lmao the joke in my family is that obviously eating those is the ideal diet

Sweet, spicy, or savory: probably savory because my spice tolerance is relatively low and sweet can be too much at times

Current obsessions: writing fanfic (and reading smutty fics) especially for shakarian/mass effect

Last book I read: i honestly read mostly fanfics now lol the last published books i read were "I'm Glad My Mom Died" by Jennette McCurdy and "Ella Minnow Pea" by Mark Dunn

Last thing I googled: "how many words is war and peace" cuz of the tumblr post about fic writers writing stories longer than that for free which i've never written a single fic as long as that buuuut my total word count on ao3 over the course of the last seven years is 1.2 million (so far) soooo yeah lmao

Relationship: i have been with my partner for twelve years now

Fun Fact: uhmmmm i was a dancer for nearly twenty years of my life

aaaand i'm not gonna tag anyone specifically but if you wanna participate you're obviously more than welcome to and please feel free to tag me in the post if you do make one yourself <3

[leopardmuffinxo]

How beautiful it is, to lose yourself in someone, and not feel lost at the same time.

[angstyastro]

Sum tender head bonks and heart eyes mfs

[cmndr-shepard]

I commissioned the amazing @tightassets​ again for some sweet & spicy art of my Shepard & Garrus and I am SO IN LOVE 💖 I can’t get over how soft and tender their expressions are 🥺💖 thank you again for everything!!! 🥰

[skiitter]

“Good heartache or bad?” A voice to her left said. Shepard turned to see a Turian woman sitting there, who nodded towards the empty shot glasses.

“Both, kinda.”

“My condolences.”

In addition to her shots, she’d gotten another beer and Shepard raised it in salute. There were two empty tumblers before the Turian woman. “You?”

“Just good old liquid courage.”

“Oh really?”

“You see that guy over there?” She subtly pointed in the direction of Shepard’s booth. A knot started to twist in her gut.

“Uh, which one?”

“The Turian, with the visor.” Of course, of course, of fucking course.

“Yes.”

“I fucked him two weeks ago.” Oh how terrible this was. Shepard wanted another shot. Or five.

“Really?” She tried very hard to sound cool, calm, casual. 

“Yeah. We do that, occasionally.”

“Is that….common among Turians or just the two of you?”

“Both.”

“Cool.” It wasn’t cool. The knot in her gut was now just a writhing mass of jealousy and discomfort.

“When I last saw him, he was working through some stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” Was this some kind of bizarre invasion of Garrus’ privacy? Yes. Was she going to stop? No.

“I dunno. We didn’t really spend a lot of time talking.” Shepard only knew that the flare of her mandibles was to be taken as a grin because she’d seen Garrus do it a hundred times already.

“So, uh, why do you need liquid courage?”

“Because, when I called him up the next day, he shot me down.” She sounded genuinely upset and Shepard took a drink of her beer to keep from smiling slightly. 

“Are you going to try again?”

“I dunno. He told me he didn’t feel that it wasn fair of him to pretend I was someone else.”

“Oh?” Hope is so, so much worse than regret.

“Which is really nice of him, truthfully. He’s like that. Nice.” Shepard was pretty goddamn familiar with how nice he was.

“How courteous.”

“Not that I really gave a shit whose name he whispered when he came. He’s just an excellent fuck and, honestly, I’d rather go for him than someone I don’t know.” She was trying to think of a way to ask this total stranger what name he’d whispered, when he looked over. “Oh, he’s seen me.”

Garrus looked--she didn’t know how to comprehend how he looked. Horrified, absolutely. Scared? More than likely. Angry? Yes. Definitely angry. Shepard turned to the woman just as he started to get up. “What name did he say?”

“Excuse me?”

“What name did he say that night?”

“What the fuck?”

“Please--”

A look of realization dawned over the Turian’s features. “I take it that you’re Shepard.” She downed her beer, slammed it on the bar, and walked over to meet him halfway. 

“She--”

“Outside.”

He started to protest, but she grabbed him by the arm and hauled all seven feet of him out the door and onto the walkway out front. “Garrus--”

“Not here.” It was his turn to grab her. He was gentle with her, because of course he was fucking gentle with her. The grip he had on her hand was soft, but firm, as he led her away from Chora’s Den and over to where they’d parked. There was a corner there, just out of view. Once there, he let her go. All of a sudden, she was at a loss for words.

“Shepard--”

“Chellick wants to fuck me.” Not a great opener, she had to admit.

“I don’t know what she--wait, what?”

“Chellick wants to fuck me.”

“I know.”

“Tell me you don’t want him too.”

“You--why?”

“God fucking damnit Garrus, tell me you don’t want him too.”

“I don’t want Chellick to fuck you.” She took a step closer to him, pinning him to the wall, and stood on her toes to try and reach his eyeline. He was breathing hard, the flare of his mandibles wide.

“Why?”

“Shepard, I really don’t--”

“Too fucking bad. Why?”

He swallowed. “Why what?”

“Why don’t you want him to fuck me?” He started to speak but she cut him off. “And if you tell me it’s because I told you too, I’m going to punch you in your perfect, sexy face.” She could see him consider what to say, how to say it. She watched him go through every idea, every snarky response, every careful lie. The wait was excruciating and she was praying to whatever God felt like listening that she’d understood him right. That she’d read his every action right. There was only so much barefaced lust she could show him before she needed a response.

Garrus took a deep breath and she held hers. “I don’t want him to fuck you, Shepard.” In an instant, he’d flipped their places, trapping her against the wall with the cage of his arms. He leaned low, so low, bringing his mouth to her ear. “Because I want to fuck you,” he whispered, the intoxicating hum of his voice echoing through the cavern of her chest. 

She moaned, far louder than she intended, and he pulled back to look at her. There was a predatory hunger in his expression, and she swallowed. “Again,” she said. 

“Because I want to pin you, here and now, to this wall, and take you.”

“Again,” she whimpered.

His mouth was back at her ear. “Because I want to feel your body, your soft, perfect, fragile body, break beneath me when I fuck you. I want you to scream my name, again and again, as you come on my cock.”

“Garrus,” she whined.

“Again.”

She felt the warm, wet press of his tongue to her neck. It was like velvet, slick and soft, contrasted sharply by the rough scratch of his face plates. “Garrus.”

“Again,” he growled and licked her from collarbone to jaw and back again.

Her hands tried to reach for him, but he pinned them above her head, talons digging into her wrists. “Garrus.”

He bit softly, carefully, at the skin of her neck and she pressed her body against him. It wasn’t painful, but the threat was enough. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she was going to lose her mind. “Again.”

“Garrus,” she begged. "Please." He stepped back, the absence of his warm body making her shiver. The look in his eyes was hungry. She reached for him and his hand was around her wrist, squeezing tightly, as he dragged her out of the cold night and into the car.

[captainderyn]

Fictober Day 1: I Need You [I Was Lost Without You]

Day 1: “I need you”

Category: Fanfiction

Fandoms: Mass Effect

Pairing: Garrus/Femshep

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Sexual content (unabashed smut)

AO3 Link: HERE

Ryn stopped in front of him, eyes molten metal. The hand she planted under his chin was gentle, the way her thumb traced across his jaw and over the shape of his mouth feather light.

He let out a shaking breath, trying to control the way his heat pumped harder at her touch, trying to maintain any semblance of control he had.

It frayed as she tilted her head, mischief in the quirk of her mouth just before she brushed her lips across his own.

“Do you want me?” she murmured, words just barely a brush across his skin.

Damn her, damn her touch wrapping him around her pinky finger, and damn the heat of her body as she pressed into him.

She trailed kisses from the corner of his mouth along his jawline until she felt his hands dig harder into her hips.

Then she smirked and his knees nearly buckled, begging him to pull her back onto the bed. Though her voice was breathy, “Because I want you.”

He tugged her closer and she let him, planting her hand against his chest but letting every other line of her body line up with his. Dragging her line of kisses back to his mouth, he realized he still hadn’t answered her when she hummed expectantly against his skin.

His laugh was a low rumble in his chest, grinding out her name, “Ryn.”

Stop teasing him, stop dragging this out, she knew damn well that he ached for her—

With one shove of her hand against his chest his balance was upset and he tumbled backward, his hands still gripping her hips. And Ryn tumbled with him, part of her evil, evil plan as she landed on top of him.

Before he could think straight she was straddling him, muscled thighs trapping him and strong arms bracing on either side of his head as she kissed him.

Tangling a hand in her hair, Garrus pulled her deeper into the kiss and she whined into his mouth. The noise nearly undid him, the the way her hips ground into his fraying him at the seams.

Need, want, lust, zinged between them. Yet with every kiss, every movement of Ryn’s body hummed, I love you, I have you, I need you, Mine.

It unlocked something in Garrus, the feeling in everything she did.

He dragged his other hand up her back, nails snaking up her spine enough to make her arch into him.

His hand caught at the smooth material of her bra and Ryn released him, drawing herself up to tear it off over her head.

Her face was flushed with desire, pink spreading up her neck into her cheeks. Her chest rose and fell in short, rapid bursts.

Garrus ran his hands up her body, from hip to shoulder. The touch of him had her shivering with pleasure and goosebumps. A soft growl escaped him as she ground down on him and he swore she smirked.

Changing that smirk was as easy as seizing her waist and flipping her beneath him. She yelped with surprise, red hair fanned out on the bed behind her.

“Done with the teasing?” she laughed breathlessly.

Garrus braced himself over her and kissed her in response. As he pulled back he caught her lower lip and bit down gently, tugging. She squirmed beneath him.

“Oh, no.” he rumbled, “You’re just done teasing me.”

Achingly slowly, he trailed kisses across her jaw.

Pausing at her ear, pressing a kiss beneath before biting down gently and kissing the hurt away again.

Down her neck, biting and sucking as she threw her head back to allow him better access. Her hands grasped at him and he chuckled.

“How does it feel?” he teased.

Though he was still learning her human body, learning the ways that made her squirm and moan and need, he lightly dragged his teeth over her nipples when his slow trail finally reached her breaths.,

Ryn gasped and he smiled against her skin.

“Good, good, good.” Ryn gasped, making a small, frustrated noise, “I need you—“ another deliciously wanting noise as Garrus’ hand slid lower than the path of his mouth.

He humored her for a moment, thumb working between the apex of her thighs, through the material of her sweatpants and making her squirm.

And then he was pulling back to her outraged chagrin, eyes snapping open from where she’d thrown her head back.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her sweatpants but she beat him to it, maneuvering her way out of them and kicking them away with ferocity.

Panting with need, she fixed her best attempt at a glare on him, “Garrus,” she shook the pleading note from her voice, “Clothines. Now.”

You could take the woman out of the rank but not the rank out of the woman.

“What I’m wearing doesn’t matter.” Garrus hummed, easing himself off the bed. For a moment frustration flared in Ryn’s eyes and she reached for him—

Until he went to his knees and seized her legs, pulling her to the foot of the bed.

“Stop toying with me.” she growled.

His own need heating his blood was near unbearable, he ached for her enough that he could barely breathe.

He hooked her legs over his shoulders, pressing painstakingly slow kiss after bite after kiss up the inside of her thighs.

His fingers gripped her thighs, feeling the muscles flex as his mouth finally met her.

Ryn arched into his mouth, hips jerking. She tossed her forearms across her eyes with a moan—her little quirk as if drowning out all else but the feeling as he descended upon her like a dehydrated man finally given the means to sustain.

Undoing her slowly sent a rush through him, the way she said is name like a drug.

Her body, strong and war winning, locking, yielding, melting until she was limp underneath him and panting.

Ryn’s legs tightened around him, her hand seizing at his shirt and tugging up towards him.

And he yielded to her in turn.

[wafflesrock16]

Like Poetry a Nihlus Kryik/Ashley Williams fanfic (with a spicy shakarian side) is now up on AO3! An AU where Nihlus live and joins the Normandy crew, making some surprising connections and falling for a certain gunnery chief. My take on a ‘what if’ scenario for these two.

Awesome artwork done by @mordinette

[misseffect]

oooh let's choose some violence haha how about 5 and 9 (mass effect canon)?

5. Worst discord server

Any shakarian server. I think I've joined and left like 3 at this point. Maybe ship-specific servers are just Like This, maybe it's a shakarian problem or maybe the servers I've found have just been uniquely badly run idk, but they're unhinged in a very specific way which is not at all fun for me.

My good experiences with discord vastly outweigh the bad ones but man. shakarian servers.

9. Worst part of canon

I could talk at length about how much I dislike the paragon path in Garrus's loyalty mission (and I have) but in sum: Shepard physically putting herself in the firing line because she couldn't talk him down was spectacularly shitty and it's wild to me that this is considered a win for Garrus's loyalty.

My soul for a mechanic like Dragon Age: Origins where the companions leave the party if you make a choice they can't abide 🥲

Send me spicy asks about fandom!