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eldritch-tickles · 11 hours ago

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The Care to be Thorough - a Heinrix x Rogue Trader tickle fic

The following is not NSFW, nor does it contain direct talk of sex, but it does depict two people in a consensual bondage situation and is otherwise pretty suggestive. If that’s not your thing, keep on scrolling!

Heinrix had always taken pride in his thoroughness. The meager quarters he had been given on the voidship were kept in perfect order, and his reports to the Lord Inquisitor were always perfectly timely. With a life he tried to keep so clean and orderly, it utterly bewildered him that the Rogue Trader, captain of the voidship and leagues above him in rank, kept their own life in such complete disarray.

It bewildered him more that he was in love with them. But he was used to that bewilderment by now.

At the moment, the heir in question was in their own, incredibly lavish quarters- and tied to a chair. It was a situation they were incredibly pleased with.

“It took a damn long time to convince your guards to leave the bedroom a moment,” Heinrix said, slowly circling the chair with the pose of a patrolling guard and the grace of a shark.

“Yes, they’re quite troublesome. You were so eager to get your hands on me, weren’t you?” The Rogue Trader said, a teasing lilt in their voice designed to fluster Heinrix.

Heinrix cleared his throat. “I was simply attempting to give us as much time together as I could before you were inevitably swept away by some responsibility. Had I not had that issue with the guards, I might have had time to impose less… crude bindings upon you.”

The heir grinned, deliberately provoking. “Whaaat, did you have to tell my enforcers you were so desperate to touch your partner that they had to stop doing their only job?”

Heinrix stepped forward in the blink of an eye, his mouth coming to his partner’s ear. His tone was dark and just slightly gravelly. “In order to earn their compliance, I had to inform them of absolutely everything I plan to do to you tonight. So right now, even your guards hold more cards than you do.”

Heinrix finally smiled- taut, but genuine- as a slight blush came to his partner’s face. He was winning. However, the Rogue Trader wasn’t so easily defeated. They forced a grin back. “Was it embarrassing for you, telling them all of the horrible things you wish to inflict on me?”

“I do not enjoy causing pain as you think I do, von Valancius.”

“You’re an interrogator, van Calox. It’s in your blood to boil other peoples’.”

“I get results and I get them efficiently. Pain is often a side effect. But I gather the joy from holding the power. Having someone helpless to anything I would want to do. In privacy, with a partner, I have no need to inflict pain. There are much more… fun forms of torment.”

“Like what, you gonna tickle me?”

“Yes.” Heinrix replied without hesitation. The heir stiffened, an expression that said “please be joking.” But not a rolling-your-eyes kind of expression- one with a delicious hint of desperation. Heinrix pressed his advantage. “When you put forth the idea of… tickling, just now, you exhibited two tells- the first, that your heartrate increased by about ten percent, and the second, that you hesitated just slightly when you said the word. This suggests that you brought it up sarcastically not just as a joke, but in the hopes that portraying it as a silly thing would wipe the idea from my mind.”

The Rogue Trader was panicking now, an admittedly exhilerating feeling, but showing any sign of that panic would prove Heinrix right. Instead, they chuckled nervously. “Haha, please. That’s- That’s child’s play. Surely you don’t think it’s an activity that belongs in the bedroom. We’re both adults, after all.”

“I don’t think it’s bedroom-specific,” Heinrix said, slowly regaining the confidence his partner had tried so hard to fracture, “but I believe it has its place, and specifically on you.”

“Why me?”

“Because the idea excites you. Your adrenaline levels are slightly heightened, but so is your dopamine, and to some degree, your endorphins. The idea is both scary and wonderful in your mind, which is exactly what I look for.”

“H-How-“

“It is not a discipline of mine, but I have some minor practice in telepathy. It helps to travel with Idira.”

The heir fought a flustered smile, trying to appear angry. “You bastard.”

Heinrix smiled, pleased, and managed the huskiest drawl he could. “Guilty as charged.”

The inquisitor took a step forward, and the Rogue Trader jumped just a little in their bindings, giggling despite themselves.

“Oooh, you know you’re sensitive,” Heinrix purred, circling the chair until he stood behind it. “Is there anywhere you fear being tickled the most?”

“No.”

Heinrix focused his mind, then smiled wider. “Your thighs, hm? Well, we can save those for last.”

“Stop doing that!”

“Doing what, learning about my partner? I do care ever so much for you, you know.”

“Mhm. For sure.”

“Why, I’m insulted,” Heinrix purred. “Surely you see it in how gentle my touch is for you.” As he spoke, he slowly trailed his fingers down his partner’s sensitive ribs.

The heir stiffened, holding in a laugh. “Heinrix-“

“Or in my utter care for your favorite spots,” he said, his fingers wiggling lightly across the skin of their sides.

The heir let out a strained chortle. “D-Dammit!”

“Or perhaps, in my willingness to listen…” He slowly dragged his fingers horizontally- “And learn…” He stopped at the stomach, where he detected the strongest reaction- “And adapt.”

Suddenly, the inquisitor’s fingers dug into the tied-up Trader’s stomach. They were gentle but deliciously evil, wiggling in different directions as if questing for something beneath the skin. The heir finally broke, letting out peals of laughter.

Heinrix dragged his fingers back up to the upper torso, grinning as the laughter turned to cackles with a little attention between each rib.

“Eheheahahaha- Hein- Heinrix- stohohop! Hehehelp!”

“Help?” Heinrix said smugly, his fingers wriggling up into his partner’s armpits. “I do hope you haven’t forgotten where your guards are. I have you for at least an hour.”

The heir erupted into increasingly raucous laughter. “AHAHAHA DAMMIT!”

“You know, normally, I’d be looking for some kind of information. Unfortunately, you have nothing to give me but your laughter. Your giving it to me freely won’t actually stop me from continuing.”

“GAHAHA- AHA- AHAHAT LEAST SHUT UP FOR ONCE!”

“But dear,” he said, using a rare pet name like it fell lazily from his mouth, “you mention so often how much you love my voice.” His partner tried another cackling protest, it quickly broke apart as Heinrix gently swirled his fingers into the sides of their chest.

It took about ten minutes of the ticklish onslaught before the heir’s laugh began to taper off, their delighted cackles turning into adorable, happy wheezes.

“Surely you’re not tired already,” Heinrix said, slowly removing his hands.

“Ha… ehehaha… mercy…”

Heinrix pressed two fingers to his partner’s temple, and the Rogue Trader slowly began to feel their fatigue drain out of their body. Any soreness drained away- of which there was little, as Heinrix was quite gentle in his torture- and despite the overwhelmed fuzziness of their mind, their body relaxed.

It was an awful time to forget they were dating a biomancer.

“Nohoho…” they panted out, “No, you can’t…” but Heinrix just smiled.

“I wouldn’t want you getting too tired or worse, passing out on me. I have far more to do to you.”

The Rogue Trader genuinely whined.

“Tell me to stop,” Heinrix murmured softly. “This lasts for as long as you enjoy it. Though despite your protests, I believe you still do.”

He recieved flustered silence.

“May I continue?” Heinrix asked, wiping the last of the fatigue from his partner’s body.

The heir nodded almost drunkenly, still feeling the effects of the tickling.

“Ah ah ah,” Heinrix cooed, clicking his tongue, “I want verbal confirmation. Don’t want to mistake you for anything.”

“Y-You can… you can continue.”

Heinrix delivered a soft kiss to their forehead. “Wonderful. Now, I believe I had been avoiding your thighs…”

Without warning, Heinrix’s hands were on the heir’s thighs, switching rapidly from tickling the insides to squeezing the softer flesh of the parts closer to the torso. The effect was immediate and devastating- screams of freshly invigorated laughter, thrashing against the bindings, and the occasional plea that made Heinrix chuckle pleasantly.

It was a long time later that the Rogue Trader was untied to the chair, and carried to the bed. They barely noticed it in their nearly delirious state, but they did notice when they felt Heinrix’s warm arms wrap around them.

A soft click of a door emanated from the entrance to the quarters. “That would be the guards,” Heinrix murmured. “It’s alright. It’s over. They can’t hear us from here.” His hands traced gently up and down his partner’s back, with an amount of affection only reserved for times like this. The heir babbled something, just giggly enough to be incomprehensible, and Heinrix pulled them closer. “Shhh. Rest. You did wonderfully.” He kept a light telepathic grip on their mind, as if psychically massaging away the overstimulation from the tickling, until all that overwhelm was replaced with fuzziness, relaxation, and a healthy dose of oxytocin.

The Rogue Trader fell asleep shortly after. Heinrix smiled to himself, considering that result a job well done. After all, he had always taken pride in his thoroughness.

AUTHOR’S NOTE

Warhammer: Rogue Trader is a fandom that likely has almost no intersection with the tickling community, but I know there’s at least one other person (you know who you are!), and plus, self-indulgence is allowed when you’re the one writing it! If Heinrix is OOC here, that’s my bad- I’m doing his romance, but in all honesty I’m still midway through my first playthrough and I don’t have a perfect grip on his character. Anyway, hope you enjoyed!

#eldritch scrawlings #tickle fic #tickle content #tickle community #more intense tickles #some fluff #warhammer tickles #heinrix/rogue trader #(gender neutral)

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eldritch-tickles · 13 hours ago

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Turian's Secret Flaw

Mass Effect [Shepard/Garrus]

A/N: i once had an art… but that art sunk into oblivion. so, inspired by a tiniest 🤏 convo with @cocochaca, i remembered about an old idea that wasn't posted because of my canon sticking principles. here comes another fic for a rare reader Summary: After another successful mission, the squadmates unwind with some buzz. It leads them to an accidental discovery that turian hide isn't quite as impervious as they'd like to believe. Especially when the threat comes in the form of human's tickle attacks. Word Count: 1.9k

Shepard’s cabin was far from the ideal place for a drinking session, yet here the captain and his turian friend were, having a post-mission washdown. Two nearly empty bottles sat on the table between them — one of aged turian horosk, the other of Earth whiskey, which Garrus had once grimly dubbed 'burnt acid'.

"And then this bastard–" Shepard paused to take a swig from their glass, "–thinks he can hide behind a biotic barrier like I can’t just overload it! And then—BAM!" They slammed a fist on the table, making the bottles clink. "No more shields. No more geth."

Garrus let out a raspy laugh, his mandibles twitching slightly.

"You know, Shepard, if you shot half as well as you tell stories, we’d have ended this war before the Reapers even hit the Citadel."

"What, are you trying to convince me again that you were the one who took that geth out?"

"It’s a fact. Accept it," Garrus replied smugly, slouching back on the couch.

"Yeah, sure," Shepard reached out and poured themself another drink. "Guess someone’s already forgotten how he managed to miss a geth at point-blank range."

"I missed?" Garrus straightened sharply. It was almost visible how his blue eye flashed behind his visor. "If it weren’t for your genius ‘charge straight at them’ plan, maybe I wouldn’t have had to fire a sniper rifle two meters from the target!"

"Should’ve just, you know, hit ’em with this your… what’s it called…"

"If you say 'beak', I’ll shoot you."

"I was gonna say your incredible turian charm," Shepard grinned.

Garrus snorted, letting out an amused chuff.

"At least you admit that," he said, crossing his arms and leaning back again. "But still, explain... what was that move with the krogan? You just leapt at him like a varren."

"Strategic maneuver."

"It was a krogan. With a grenade."

"So what? It worked."

Garrus rolled his eyes.

"You’re the only human in the galaxy who’d call ‘it worked’ a situation where you almost got turned into paste on a bulkhead."

"Well, I know I’ve got a loyal friend who’ll pull me out of any shit," Shepard said smugly, sipping their whiskey, which only made the turian grimace in disgust.

"You’ll be the death of me, Shepard."

Shepard just chuckled and reached for the bottle again, but Garrus swiftly intercepted it.

"Ah-ah-ah, no, buddy. You can barely sit straight as it is."

"Me?" Shepard feigned offense. "Look at you. You’re swaying so much you’ll soon create an amplitude and throw the ship off course."

Truth be told, Shepard was already thoroughly drunk, unlike Vakarian, who was used to much larger doses of alcohol. What can be said, Garrus always knew how to drink, sometimes he could sip a drink right before a mission, which, surprisingly, allowed him to maintain professionalism. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said about his human partner…

Shepard frowned and flicked one of Garrus’ three fingers where they gripped their wrist.

"Oh, so you wanna fight?" The turian pulled back, but his tone held more amusement than threat.

"With you? I don’t brawl with turtles," Shepard laughed, shoving at him, but his clumsy movement only resulted in their fingers brushing lightly over the plates covering Garrus’ body. The turian twitched and batted his hand away.

Shepard paused, then slowly turned their head toward Garrus, who, noticing the look, awkwardly glanced aside. The captain decided to test a sudden theory and reached for their friend’s neck, where the plates parted to expose vulnerable flesh.

"Shepard," Garrus said calmly, though with a warning edge, catching the wandering hand. He still refused to make an eye contact.

Here Shepard had completely lost interest in the whiskey.

"Garrus, do you know what tickling is?" a barely noticiable smile played on the lips, caused by sincere curiousity.

"Surely. A human indulgence."

"Why do you say it like that?"

"Well… You humans have these agile little fingers that let you do all kinds of weird things," Garrus demonstratively poked Shepard’s face with their own hand. "Turians can’t do that."

And it was true. A turian’s hand was more like a talon capable of ripping flesh. Nothing like the dexterous human fingers that could slip into tight spaces. The ones like… the gaps between turian plates. Shepard hadn’t often seen Garrus out of his armor like this, and the thought grew even more intriguing.

"So turians never tickle each other? Never ever?"

"No," Garrus rumbled in his bass tone. "Our anatomy isn't built for that. Shepard, where are these questions coming from?" "Pure curiousity," the commander waved it off quickly, stubbornly looking at the neck visible under the thick bony collar, one of the most vulnerable parts of the turian body, which seemed to invite to touch it just to feel its pleasant texture. Rare scales were visible on the thick skin, and the flesh itself seemed slightly cool. "Maybe then, you won't mind if we test your sensitivity? I can even take brass knuckles to make sure it works!"

Garrus turned sharply to his companion and gave them a hard to define look. The stinginess of emotional signals was a distinctive feature of Garrus's race, but even through the drunken haze, Shepard could see in those cat-like pupils bewilderment and thoughts about someone's feeblemindedness. "Alright, that's it. You need to sleep it off," Garrus started as he stretched. "Let me take you to the bed. I don't trust your legs!-" Before the alien could finish speaking, Shepard pounced, fingers digging into his neck with frantic curiosity, tracing every iridescent scale. Garrus was taken aback, a hollow rumble and roots of awkward laughter came from his mouth, dulled by trembling mandibles.

"Unbelievable... Honestly, I thought you were faking! Your skin looks so rough, as if it could be massaged with a drill."

Shepard loved the reaction. So much so that they clung to the flustered turian like a drunken pyjak, despite Garrus’ attempts to shake them off. The alcohol had also dulled the sniper's reflexes. Of course, he and Shepard were on completely different levels, but the love for tuarian alcohol let the alien down not allowing him to throw off the 'rowdy'. Garrus often compared humans to monkeys, and now the moment came when he fully felt what was behind these careless words. "Alright, alright, confirmed!? Now quit abusing your rank privileges, commander!" While one hand of the drunk human was harassing the sensitive neck, the other gently scratched the plates on Garrus's sides with the very tips of nails, causing him a wave of continuous goosebumps. If Garrus was a cat, the sensation would leave him torn between snarling and something embarrassingly close to purring. A turian’s nerves weren’t wired for this.

"Shepard, seriously, don't! I could accidentally tear you to pieces."

"Are you so sensitive that you are ready to do this to a friend?"

And without exaggeration, Garrus could do this in the blink of an eye through sheer carelessness. His arms were incredibly strong, a real weapon, sometimes the team members even wondered why Garrus even used a rifle if his limbs cope with the role of a murder weapon no less effectively. Perhaps any other turian would have done this without looking back, but Garrus was not a clumsy type. He was respected for always being careful with everyone: with weapons, with partners, and especially with Shepard.

"I'm seconds from throwing you out the airlock!" "You always threaten me," Shepard grinned, relentless. "Remember how many times you swore you’d never drink with me again?"

"And I regret not listening to myself every single time!" Garrus' voice had devolved into a wheezing grumble, which only egged on the insufferable Shepard. The commander's wandering hand slid lower past the armored plates, finding the vulnerable skin of his lower flank and abdomen.

For such a tall creature, the turian had a surprisingly narrow waist, slimmer than Shepard's. Maybe even slimmer than the commander's thigh itself.

Shepard explored the newly discovered weak spot with glee, coaxing higher-pitched chirps from his usually stoic friend. Seeing that frozen, statue-like face and hearing the booming laughter was an unusual experience. Shepard was fascinated; Garrus... was trying to save his poor body. Garrus writhed like an overturned turtle, his mandibles clicking in staccato rhythms Shepard had never heard before. The captain giggled triumphantly, refusing to end this handsy 'expedition'. Their fingers danced along the narrow gaps between plates, discovering new sensitive spots with each pass.

"Enough!" Garrus barked, but his voice cracked when Shepard found a particularly vulnerable spot beneath his chest plate. The noise the turian made was so absurd that Shepard froze for a second before bursting into laughter.

"By the Citadel, this is even better than I imagined!" They grinned, watching their usually unflappable friend struggle to both escape and salvage his dignity. "How did I never think of this before?"

"Shepard–hah!–Come on, I can’t... My body is not trained for such loads–ah!.." Garrus’ voice was strained but still warm, with no trace of real anger in it. All his energy was going toward adjusting to the bizarre sensations and not accidentally clocking Shepard in the face. After all, no one had ever tickled him before. And certainly not with this much enthusiasm.

"Hahaha, too bad for you, Garrus. Bear with my fun."

"You little..." Garrus thrashed wildly, trying to either fling Shepard onto the couch or pry those relentless hands off him, but it was useless. Nimble fingers kept finding untouched spots, sending electric jolts straight to his spinal cord.

He couldn’t fathom how such a drunk meat sack could be this agile. And first coherent thought was to switch to one of Shepard’s core interests: booze.

"Whiskey, Shepard, whiskey! You wanted to finish it!" Shepard laughed at the blatant distraction attempt but finally took pity, feeling his own buzz fading.

"Alright, live," the commander grunted, releasing him with shoulder pats, timed perfectly with Garrus’ ragged breath. Their hand shot toward the precious bottle, only for Garrus to snatch it first and down half the contents in one go, leaving Shepard gaping.

"So now we're drinking Earth swill?" Shepard ribbed, feigning disapproval that their precious nectar had been gulped down by a reptile. Though he knew well the exhausted Vakarian needed it more right now.

"You left me no choice," Garrus shot back. "See what I have to put up with because of you?"

"Eh, fine. Next time you’re treating me with the turian booze." Shepard shrugged, subtly testing if Garrus would uphold his usual vow to 'never drink with them again''.

After a pause, and finally catching his breath, Garrus replied:

"Just don’t complain when your liver fails mid-toast."

Shepard nodded, brushing off the warning. Of course Garrus would never trade them in, no matter what drunken antics the commander pulled.

Shepard's eyes scanned the table, landing on the dregs of alcohol at the bottom of their glass. Thinking again about his friend's newly discovered little weakness, they decided to come up with a funny toast. But as soon as Shepard turned to Garrus, the latter seemed to scan their gaze.

"If anyone on the ship finds out about this…"

"Airlock. I remember."

Mutual nods and the clink of glass dispelled the ship's hum.

#GARRUSSSS #RAHHHHH

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eldritch-tickles · 4 days ago

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A reminder that “worst”/most sensitive spots does not have to mean it’s your favorite place to be tickled. Even if your favorite spot tickles less, that’s still your favorite spot.

Do you have really ticklish feet but dislike having them touched and instead love having your hips tickled? Valid.

Or maybe your tummy isn’t super ticklish, but it gives you comfort when people tickle it. Valid!

Maybe you dislike being tickled in your most ticklish spots because it’s overstimulating? VALID.

If you are being tickled, YOU set the rules. It’s okay to have off limits spots, even if they tickle. If it’s not a feeling you enjoy, you are okay to say NO. Your ler should always respect any boundary you have because after all, if you aren’t having fun being tickled, than tickling isn’t fun.

And you deserve to feel safe. I’m so sorry if someone hasn’t respected your wishes before, but I want you to remember, even something as “silly” as tickling has to do with your body, and you have the right to say no to anything. To any spot, to any tool, to any technique FOR ANY REASON.

I love you and you’re doing okay.

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eldritch-tickles · 4 days ago

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Hi!

I’m @eldritch-tickles! I’m part of the tickling community (shocker!), and I make tickle fics and headcanons. They’re not perfect, but I try, and it’s not like you’re paying for ‘em anyway! I’m never gonna post NSFW, but I’m not gonna kick you out if you do. Do your thing!

pfp from potatolord picrew (say that three times fast, lmao.)

Requests!!

I’d love to be a bigger part of the community, so if you have any ideas for fics or headcanons, send ‘em in and I’ll see what I can do! I usually like writing stuff for video games.

Things I won’t do:

Things from live action content

Real people

Extensive female lee content? (This is only because I feel like a creep writing it, given how oversexualized it often is. I just feel uncomfortable)

I prefer writing male characters in general for similar reasons (and cause I’m gay lol)

Explicit NSFW, but I’m okay with some suggestive stuff

Stuff I would love to do (but send in whatever you want!):

Mass Effect 💜

Baldur’s Gate 3 💜

Monster Prom

Stardew Valley 💜

Rivals of Aether

Elder Scrolls (tentatively)

Dragon Age: Inquisition

Avowed

Warhammer Rogue Trader

Destiny 2

Really any RPG! I’ve played so many

Send in requests if you have them! No request is dumb even if I say no to it 💖

#eldritch intro!#tickle community #tickle content #tickle blog

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eldritch-tickles · 4 days ago

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Mass Effect Tickle Headcanons

No one asked for this but the rot has consumed my brain so I’m making it anyhow. I’ve excluded characters I think would be uninteresting to cover or who I don’t really like.

Contains spoilers for ME2 and early ME3. The headcanons assume platonic relationships with each character.

Kaiden Alenko

Lee

Far more ticklish than you’d think he is. Like he actually gets devastated

Really loud laughter, and he’s a big squirmer. Even if he doesn’t mind being tickled, he can’t stop himself from just wiggling all over the place

Doesn’t really say anything while being tickled. He just laughs. He also, despite flailing a lot, doesn’t really fight back at all

Ler

Like his class, he’s well-rounded- good at both giving and recieving. He’s a pretty good tickler, and he’s very playful about it

Kaidan isn’t one for intense tickle torture- he likes the fun, kinda roughhousing aspect of it.

HUGE on tickle fights. Loves em

Despite being biotic, will never restrain a lee telekinetically. That’s no fun for him

Tali’Zorah vas Normandy

Lee

The enclosed nature of her suit means she isn’t horribly sensitive everywhere, but certain parts really are- namely her sides and legs, which are less reinforced

Unlike Kaidan, she WILL fight back. Like you’re getting punched in the face by accident. She will apologize profusely after

Very high-pitched, bubbly laughter- never really full or loud, but there’s the occasional shriek in there

Ler

She’s not great at tickling, not because she doesn’t have the skill, but because she’s really nervous about it. She doesn’t want to hurt or overwhelm the person

Once she gains confidence, it can get pretty bad for her lee. She does a lot of squeezes, and she’s really teasing about it.

She will NEVER let you live it down. Never ever. This info is with her for life now.

Urdnot Wrex

Lee

Genuinely not ticklish. Even if you got him out of his armor, he’s just not that sensitive, as he’s covered in thick scales and plates

The only two spots where you can get him are his tail, which is mildly sensitive, and his underbelly, which is his only true tickle spot

Get him there, and you earn really loud, full belly laughter. He’ll take it as not to hurt you, but you best be prepared for revenge after.

Ler

What he lacks in precision he makes up for in brute force. He picks you up, puts you in his lap, and just goes to town

If a spot isn’t that sensitive, he’ll be stubborn and attack it for a while anyway. Gives you a moment to breathe

When he does find a really sensitive spot, he never switches off of it. He gets the most fun out of the loudest reactions

Though very rarely employed, he will occasionally introduce nibbles to the tickling, which are unexpectedly devastating

Liara T’Soni

Lee

Moderately ticklish, and there’s not much variation between her spots. Most places will get you consistent laughter of about the same level, but never really intense laughs

She doesn’t move a whole lot, but she’s not stubborn enough to pretend not to laugh.

She doesn’t get all that embarrassed about tickling. She’s pretty chill with it

Ler

ME1 Liara is pretty bad at it. She doesn’t know where to go for, and she mostly just pokes at different spots

ME2 and beyond Liara is VERY good at it. If she has permission to go all out, she goes all out.

As someone who loves gathering information, she loves talking out loud about especially sensitive spots she finds

Garrus Vakarian

Lee

Despite being covered in plates, there are a few locations that are exposed skin- namely stomach, armpits, and his worst spot, his hips

Garrus is quite sensitive, which he’s a little embarrassed about. Teasing him about his ticklishness is the only way to get him flustered- otherwise, he’s completely nonchalant about tickling

Garrus secretly doesn’t mind being tickled, but he doesn’t love being tickled on his hips, because they’re too sensitive. Like, enough that prolonged tickling there might be too much for him.

Really loud laughter, and lots of cursing. Invokes the Spirits every two seconds.

Ler

If he’s just being playful about it, he does lots of little tickles and pretends he’s not doing anything. He loves faking innocence

If you’ve provoked him, though? You’re dead. Garrus is patient, precise, and altogether devastating when he locks in. He constantly mixes up his strategy and accepts nothing less than screams of laughter.

He can do a surprising amount with three fingers. They’re very nimble from all the calibrating he does with them. Speaking of, can it wait for a minute?

Miranda Lawson

Lee

Not actually really sensitive- her bio-engineering towards pain tolerance has also lowered her receptiveness towards tickling

Her two worst spots are both kinda unconventional- her neck, and the palms of her hands. Both are much more susceptible to tickles

Her laughter is relatively low in pitch, but bubbly

She actually hates getting tickled. She’ll hit you in the face, but unlike Tali, she’ll do it on purpose.

Ler

What she lacks in actual tickling capability she lacks by teasing relentlessly the entire time

She’ll constantly call out how bad different spots are, or make fun of the amount of laughter.

Lowkey evil with the information she gets. The whole ship is gonna know where you’re ticklish

Doesn’t tickle that often. She can be provoked, especially if she gets competitive about it

Thane Krios

Lee

The often-stoic assassin is actually dreadfully sensitive. Getting his ribs is especially devastating to him

Doesn’t struggle out of politeness, no matter how bad it gets. And it can get pretty bad. Once again, his ribs are super sensitive.

Secretly revisits some of the memories of him being tickled. It makes him feel kinda happy

Ler

Infuriatingly, he never ever talks beyond a slight amused murmur if he finds a bad spot

If you thought Garrus was patient, Thane is double that. He will use almost exclusively light touches for as long as possible, never giving anything more than horribly sensitive grazes of the skin

Once it gets maddening enough, you can ask him to actually tickle you for real- but if you do that, you get wrecked into oblivion. It’s your funeral

He can revisit memories, so he will never, EVER forget a sensitive spot.

Jack

Lee

Due to her past, you will NEVER be allowed to tickle her unless she trusts you completely

She’s actually really sensitive, but only in a few spots- namely, stomach and sides are her worst

She thrashes around and curses a lot, even if she doesn’t really mind it. Tickle her too hard, though, and you might get accidentally biotic-shockwaved off of her.

Ler

Not the most precise of ticklers- in fact, the opposite. She’s like Wolverine. She just goes to town and hopes some of it lands- and it always does

She’s big on making fun, but she never gets too mean about it. There’ll be a lot of name-calling, though.

She only has two modes- not tickling at all, and frenzied. There’s zero rhyme or reason to it, she just tickles all over and very quickly.

Mordin Solus

Lee

He’s actually pretty sensitive, but he’s still very much in control of himself

He’s kind of annoying to tickle because even though he has a cute nerdy laugh, he keeps noting things about his own sensitive spots FOR you

It’s only if you tickle him hard enough that he FINALLY breaks composure and gets all wheezy and pathetic. Very satisfying

Ler

Mordin’s ideal tickle session is one that is very very long and with zero input from his lee.

He spends most of the time happily documenting sensitive spots, spikes in laughter, and specific reactions. It fulfills his data-loving mind in a way he truly enjoys

Only once he feels he has a whole profile of you does he start actually locking in and truly tickling- and by then, he knows all the spots, and it’s devastating with very little effort from him

Occasionally, if he’s feeling mean, he’ll blab something about “pressure points” and then tickle a random spot in a specific way that gets you screaming immediately. No one knows how he does it. STG stuff, maybe.

Legion

Lee

He has no touch receptors by default, and so they can’t be tickled. If they think it’ll make their “ler” happy though, they can simulate robotic laughter, which is very cute sounding even if it isn’t actually caused by the tickles.

Ler

They had no concept of the idea, but after learning from the Normandy crew (and being given access to the extranet) they became quite skilled at it

Legion knows that their metal fingers aren’t always the most comfortable tickle tools, so they work around this, preferring softer more teasing tickles that don’t press uncomfortably into the skin. They’ll also vent slight heat into their hand areas so they aren’t uncomfortably cold

Literally will only tickle someone if asked by that person. They have no sense of embarrassment, and can’t be provoked into tickles- but asking them for tickles won’t seem like an odd or embarrassing request at all

If Legion is asked to be particularly intense, they might extend extra tools from different parts of their body. The self-reconfiguring nature of the geth can produce some truly terrifying tickling implements, including feathers made of soft metal fiber.

Javik

Lee

Javik is not all that sensitive, and he will often object to the very idea of being tickled.

His one weakness, however, are his feet, which are very, VERY sensitive.

His laughter is loud and boisterous, and he tries very hard to hold it in. There’s no middle ground- he goes from fully restraining himself to full on belly laughter

Afterwards, he’ll tell you never to speak of it again. Secretly, he didn’t mind it

Ler

Initially, he didn’t understand tickling, but he later came to the only-partially-correct conclusion that ticking is basically a form of fun torture that you use on your friends. After that, he decided he would become the best at it

He will target friends and crew members simply for “practice,” and every time he becomes more of a threat. He’s not above holding you in place with biotics, and his technique is often to seek out a bad spot, then slowly wiggle his fingers in and listen to your laughter jump an octave.

It took him a while to learn that teasing can add to it, but now that he knows, he is constantly taunting his non-Prothean friends about the “weakness of the flesh” or whatever. Even though he has flesh.

James Vega

Lee

He avoids being super sensitive in most places because he’s built like a brick shithouse, and just kinda too tough.

Not to say there’s nowhere you can get him- his feet, armpits and neck are all pretty bad.

He actually doesn’t mind being tickled. He doesn’t ask for it or actively seek it out, but if it happens, he takes it and just laughs happily. Sometimes he tries to playfully flirt with and/or fluster his ler

Ler

There has to be a reason for him to get his hands on you, but if he does? It’s over. He’s a wrestler at heart, but unlike Kaidan, his goal is to win. He wrestles you down into the easiest, most convenient pinning position, and then goes for it.

No one is sure where he got his tickling skills- younger relatives, maybe? Either way, they’re devastating. There’s nothing quite as unique going on as Garrus or Thane, but the results are undeniable

It’s kinda hard to tell what’s going on when he gets you. There are just fingers in your worst spots and you can’t do much but laugh your head off.

Jeez, I probably didn’t need to do that many characters. Well, I had fun! I love making incredibly self-indulgent stuff. Maybe if my blog picks up steam I’ll start doing more crowd-pleasers, haha.

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Jayvik gif commission for @home-of-the-squirmle !!! Struggled a bit while drawing these idiots but it was fun

#RAAAAAAGH #GARGGGHHHHH #GRAHHGHGHGHGHGH #anyway pretty good art

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#they look so happy omg #amazing art right here

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A Bit of Respite - an m!Shakarian Tickle Fic

This is a fic set in the universe of Mass Effect, specifically early Mass Effect 3. As such, there are VERY MINOR, contextless spoilers for ME3 here.

”Spirits, Shepard, it’s been hours,” Garrus said, resting his head forlornly on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “The dalatrass isn’t going to make her statement any faster if you work yourself to death over some paperwork.”

“I’m trying to take some of the load off our resident primach, Vakarian,” The commander said, spitting Garrus’s last name out in an exaggerated drawl. “He’s been through a lot.”

“And so have you, sweetheart. You wouldn’t be letting anyone down by taking a break. Also, we have people hired to do this job.”

Shepard groaned. “People who might not be as thorough as me, Garrus.”

Garrus laughed, then raised his head up. “Alright, love. C’mon. You’re taking a break.” He hooked his hands underneath Shepard’s arms and started to lift. Despite Garrus’s considerable size and strength advantage, Shepard was surprisingly good at clinging to his desk. Shepard made noises of protest, struggling until Garrus’s claws slid towards his armpits to get a better grip.

Shepard let out a yelp he immediately stifled. Garrus made a similar sound of concern. “Shepard? Are you okay?”

He leaned down to get better view of his boyfriend’s face, where he saw Shepard desperately trying to force a smile off of his face. Garrus was many things, but unobservant was not one of them. Within seconds, he put together what had happened- and within a few more, his mandibles parted into the turian equivalent of a shit-eating grin.

“Are you… ticklish, commander?”

Shepard’s cheeks dyed themselves red as he unsuccessfully tried to summon some sort of straight-faced military courage. “This- this conversation is over.”

Garrus would have none of it. If this is what it took to get his boyfriend out of his desk, he would gladly take the opportunity. “No, no, honey. Not an answer,” he said, in an infuriatingly patient drawl.

Shepard was too stubborn to answer, but too flustered to lie. So he remained silent, which was a good enough answer for Garrus. The turian reached his claws towards his boyfriend’s sides and started just gently dancing them under the fabric of his hoodie. Shepard’s reaction was immediate- he stiffened, giggling, and attempted to maintain any sort of composure. “This is- ha- this is childish.”

“Childish is what you need, sweetie,” Garrus said, slowly dragging the increasingly flustered man out of his chair. “You’ve had more stress in the last day than the entire Noverian stock market has ever.” He halted his claws’ movements. “Now, are you going to rest?”

Shepard was, in all honesty, starting to see the appeal of a break. He needed to take his mind off of things, and to lay in bed, and be held by his boyfriend. However, the boyfriend in question was cocky enough already, and he was NOT going to give him this. Knowing full well the consequences, Shepard managed to stubbornly mutter out a “No.”

Garrus’s mandibles grew into an even stupider grin. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Within seconds, Garrus was able to whisk Shepard off the ground, carrying him past the fish tank over to the nearby bed. He deposited him there unceremoniously before quickly climbing on top of him with practiced, intentional grace. Shepard’s indignant sounds were quickly drowned out as Garrus’s claws started dancing up and down his ribs.

“GARRUS YOU- AHAHA- YOU ASSHOLE I’M- ACK! I’M GONNA GET YOU!” Shepard cried, trying not to have his voice rise too many octaves.

Garrus moved his horribly precise fingers down to Shepard’s stomach, eliciting a ticklish- and maybe happy?- screech from the human, as he leaned his mouth next to his ear. “You have me, baby,” he said, dragging the words out with about as much flirtatiousness as he could muster.

Shepard shot his hands down to grasp at Garrus’s wrists, desperate to escape the torment on his stomach, which Garrus promptly dodged by quickly spidering his claws up his sides. Shepard shrieked and his laughter went from restrained to boisterous and high-pitched. What was so maddening about the attack to Shepard, despite the tickling itself, was that Garrus was just so absurdly patient and collected about it. No amount of thrashing would get him anywhere- Garrus would simply smile and move his fingers to a newly available spot. The only thing worse than that was that Shepard didn’t hate it. He didn’t hate it at all.

Garrus slowed his fingers to a stop, but rested his fingertips on his ribs menacingly. “You gonna rest now, sweetie? I’ve got time.”

Shepard considered it- but when he refocused his eyes and caught his breath, there was his boyfriend’s stupid goddamn smirk again. And no way in hell was he going to admit defeat to that. So, he grinned back and said, “Go to hell, Vakarian.”

‘Vakarian,’ unfortunately, had figured out a while ago that Shepard’s armpits were his worst spot, and had been specifically avoiding them. Until now, that is. His claws launched up under Shepard’s arms before he could effectively drop them, and he dug his claws in with loving attention. He knew exactly how far he could get without hurting Shepard, so he was able to keep him in ticklish agony without ever dipping into, well, actual agony.

Shepard downright lost his mind. His arms flew up to paw at nothing as he cackled hysterically. “AHAHAHA GARRUS! GARRUS NOT THERE-“ he cried, before devolving into another fit of oddly happy laughter. “AHAHAHA IM GONNA- GARRUS AHAHA IM GONNA DIE!”

Garrus chuckled. “You’re not gonna die, baby. You’ve been through worse.”

Before long, Shepard began to go limp and just kinda take it, his laughter slowly tapering off in intensity. Garrus slowed his fingers to a stop, then gave Shepard the same stupid, patient smile. “Break now, love?”

Shepard thought about protesting, and even thought about genuinely telling Garrus to let him work. But then he thought about going back to his desk, poring over political information he was never skilled at anyway, and leaving the comfortable bed and the warm, loving man on top of him. And suddenly, getting back to work didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore. So, still giggling, he shook his head yes.

Garrus smiled, more tenderly this time, and kissed Shepard’s forehead. “Thought so, honey.” He held his boyfriend for a bit before getting up off the bed. Shepard wanted to follow him, but he was still giggling and his limbs felt heavy.

After a few minutes, Garrus returned with two cups of tea. Shepard, now in a more lucid state, graciously accepted a mug, sniffing the warm drink slightly. Garrus quickly took the mug from him, swapping it for the other one. “That’s the dextro one. Don’t want you getting sick.”

Shepard gladly let Garrus draw him in to cuddle, nestling in against the turian’s broad chest. And for a while, there was no primarch, no salarian dalatrass, and no paperwork.

“Hope you’ve learned to stop overworking yourself,” Garrus said calmly.

“Sometimes it’s necessary,” Shepard replied.

“Then maybe I’ll go for your feet next time.”

After that, Shepard shut up.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

This is my first tickle fic! Or fic, or really piece of intentional creative writing in general. I’m clinically obsessed with Mass Effect, and barely any tickle content exists for it at all. I decided to solve both my problem with that and the small amount of male Shepard/Garrus content out there at the same time because I have free will and a tumblr account. Hope y’all enjoy! It’s not fantastic but it is mine :)

#eldritch scrawlings #tickle fic #tickle content #tickle community #tickle fluff #mass effect tickles #mshakarian

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