short for violet. 18+ only please. writing fanfiction just for fun, feel free to message me with prompts or feedback. fandoms are in the pinned post. some fluff, some steam, and maybe some plot.
Hello! The fic no one asked for that I wrote for myself. It's for Cyberpunk 2077 Fem!V x Judy with a mischievous Johnny Silverhand thrown in there :) This fic is pretty loose with the lore and technology in the game, but I thought it was a fun concept!
Judy figures out a way to rig it so that she can hear the friendly terrorist that lives inside V's head. Unfortunately for V, he is all too eager to let Judy in on a little secret~
V was still getting used to the fact that someone besides her could see and hear Johnny. Judy had rigged up some software… fimware? V wasn't sure, she left all of that tech stuff to the experts. Judy had just finished tuning up the gadgets in their Japantown apartment.
“Hey, this chick is smart, you should keep her around.” Johnny said.
“You’re just happy to have someone else you can yap to,” V smirked.
“Oh, you’re one to talk,” Judy smirked.
“Hey! The whole point of this is not just for you two to gang up on me!” V whined.
“No, but it is a nice side effect,” Johnny quipped.
V grumbled, “Great, the last thing I need is someone taking Johnny's side all the time,”
“Aw babe, I'm not taking sides, c’mere,” Judy laughed as V mock pouted.
The two got comfortable on the couch and turned on the TV. Johnny projected himself as sitting on the chair across from them with a beer and a cigarette. This was nice for V – almost normal. It had been a damn long time since they had done anything remotely average. Things were relaxing, nice even.
An ad blared through the TV “Come one come all to the sexyTimes toys emporium, we have a HUGE selection of adult toys, whips chains, and even feathers if that tickles your fancy…” V froze, blocking out the rest of the ad and slightly blushing. Thank fuck Judy wasn't watching her–
“Really V? I can't believe you still can’t so much as hear the word without becoming a flustered mess,” Johnny snickered.
“JOHNNY” V hissed.
“Wait what? Did the ad make you uncomfortable V? What word?” Judy asked, worried.
"The T word~" Johnny teased, drawing out the "T".
V blushed brighter and looked away. Judy just looked at Johnny confused, she hadn't connected the dots Johnny was trying to lay out for her.
She cocked an eyebrow, "Toys?"
“No shes–”
“JOHNNY I’m warning you don't you fucking dare!” V hissed.
There was no way for V to cut off Judy’s access to Johnny, and since Johnny was still, well, inside V’s brain. Johnny could give Judy any information about what V was thinking. Great.
Judy looked inquisitively between the two. Johnny took a swig of his beer.
“She's fine she's just really fucking ticklish. It's hilarious! Such a tough merc with such a soft weakness,” Johnny laughed.
“Johnny. Stop. Talking. I WILL find one of those pills to repress you.” V’s face was burning red at this point.
Judy thought this was absolutely adorable, and snuck closer to her partner. V put her head in her hands, too busy covering the blush across her face to notice Judy slyly wrap an arm around her waist.
“Yaknow, I just don't believe you, you lost those pills months ago. And even if you had them in hand right now, I don't think you'd take ‘em.” Johnny taunted.
“Y-you don't seriously believe him, right Judy? Heh c’mon, it's Johnny he's just trying to stir shit up!”
“Oh, just for calling me a liar; Judy I'll let you in on another VERY TRUE secret~”
“Oh? Do tell,” her face lit up like a kid on Christmas.
V gave up at this point, there was nothing she could do. Once Judy had an experiment in mind, she was going to test it. Johnny wasn't a physical form so it's not like she could just shoot him in the head. Sometimes V really, really wished she could shoot him in the head.
“V loves it, she gets all these butterflies and flustered even at the mention of a little tickling,”
V dropped her jaw and went pale. She knew Johnny would go low, but this… this was–
“See like that!” Johnny pointed at her with the hand holding a cigarette.
“Oh, is that so?” Judy teased, tightening her grip around V’s waist. “Well that's just adorable, my badass merc girlfriend just wants some tickles. I need to test this out,”
“N-noho!” V giggled and feebly backed away, her face reddening once more.
“Don't listen to her, she doesn't mean it when she says ‘stop’ or ‘no’, it's part of the game. I don't get it but V has never been the best communicator so I guess that tracks.”
Judy stopped her tormenting for a moment, soberly looking V.
“Babe, is that true?” Judy asked.
V blushed hard and stared very intently at a spot on the floor, “Y-you don't think it's weird?”
Judy stared at V incredulously, “You do know my job is to watch porn, right? Sure it might be a little weird by normal standards, but I've seen every position in the kama sutra. This is extremely tame. And I love you and more importantly I LOVE teasing you. I need confirmation from you though,”
V looked Judy in the eyes and gave a tiny, barely perceptible nod.
With that, Judy pounced on V, straddling her waist. Giggling in anticipation, V flailed uselessly underneath her. V could have fought back if she really wanted to. Her implants made her stronger and faster than Judy, and they both knew it. Though she would never admit it to him, Johnny completely hit the nail on the head with his little assessment.
“Now, where to start?” Judy mockingly tapped her chin, as if in great concentration.
“Her ribs are a great starting point, no implants there makes it easier to access,” Johnny kindly informed. At this point he was just drinking his beer and watching the TV, almost acting like the two women weren't there.
“Silverhand stop hELpiNg-AH shihihit,” V dissolved into laughter.
Judy danced her fingers over V’s ribs, relishing over her sweet laughter. V was really, really regretting wearing her lounge clothes. She was in comfy shorts and a thin tank top, which did nothing to hinder the fingers dancing over her torso.
“Awwww sooooo cute!!! Just a giggly little mess aren't you?” Judy teased.
“I-Ihihi murdER peopleforaliving ahahahaha~!”
“Which is what makes this so much funnier,” chuckled Johnny.
V flailed her arms around, nearly hitting Judy in the face.
“Ay! Quit that-- Johnny can you help me out here?”
“Listen, I know I look pretty real but I’m–”
“You're in her head, you can kind of… help her keep her arms up if you really wanted to…”
“Wait a minute, how come I didn't hear about this until right now!?”
V went still as a statue.
“nononono J-Johnny… Johnny can we talk about this, wait wait wait whaahaHAt did I dohOOo?!?”
Johnny walked over to V and “grabbed” her arms. Though V couldn't feel his hands, her arms lifted up and back as if being pinned over the arm of the couch. V was stretched out, Judy forming claws over her torso.
“This is much better, now you can't hide your sweet face! Remind me to just program an implant so I can just do this whenever I want~”
V turned bright red. She couldn't speak, she couldn't think. It was embarrassing, yet exhilarating. She hadn't been this vulnerable with a partner in a long time, if ever. But she was glad it got to be with Judy.
“Wow V, I can't believe how much you want this, heh. This is gonna be fun,” Johnny
Judy raised an eyebrow, “is that so? Is this all you want baby?” she clawed her fingers into V’s stomach, mercilessly vibrating into every sensitive spot she could find. V cackled, swearing at Johnny and pleading with Judy, but never really wanting any of it to stop. After a few minutes V couldn't stand her stomach being explored anymore.
“Geez, you are ruthless, you know that? Already have the merc begging,” Johnny mock scolded Judy.
“Better watch out, I'll find a way to link it so you can feel whatever V does~”
“Whoa no thank you, as you were, torture master” Johnny laughed.
“I-I HATE YOU BOTH,” Shrieked V.
“Would you believe that wasn't even her worst spot–”
“--JOHNNY!”
“Oh my God V, you must be really sensitive. This is such a dangerous weakness for a merc to have~ I thought you were able to withstand torture? Wanna tell me where your worst spot is and I can put you out of your misery?”
“N-nu-NO!” V shook her head wildly, hair falling in a mess around her face.
Johnny rolled his eyes, “oh V, you always have to do things the hard way, don't you?” He reached one of his hands down in a claw, as if he was going to dig into her side. V jumped and giggled wildly.
“Heh, you can't even handle me and I'm not touching you! What makes you think you can handle her searching your entire body for who knows how long to find your weakest point?”
V looked up at Judy, who had an absolute wolfish grin on her face, “Whatever you think you can take baby~”
V paused and looked at both of them, “I-ihi… Its my hips hehe-JohnNY knock it off you gonk!” V shrieked as Johnny mimed another claw to her side.
“Alright V– you're asking for this,” Johnny ‘let go’ of V’s arms, yet they still stayed pinned to the back of the couch. He started poking and prodding at V’s ribs on each side.
“Wh-AHAH HowAREyoudOing thahahat??”
"I dunno kid, but it’s hilarious ~"
“Heh, we’ll have to run more tests, this is fascinating…” Judy wondered aloud as she dug her thumbs into the hollows of V’s hips.
“AHHAHAHAAAaaaa~” V screamed and thrashed, but couldn't move anywhere as Judy mercilessly scribbled into her hips. She had never felt anything so ticklish in her life, her hips and ribs being tickled at the same time, and there wasn't anything she could do to stop it. She bucked wildly, but Judy was tenacious and could not be thrown off. Meanwhile Johnny was using some kind of brain-magic to keep her hands pinned. V was in absolute shambles, tears of mirth streaming down her face.
“MEhmEhRChehY~”
Judy let up and signaled for Johnny to let V’s arms go. “Shihihit~” V curled in on herself and rubber her hips, sides and ribs.
“Hm… I was thinking I could get you an implant to make you more ticklish, but I don't know if that's possible.” Smiled Judy.
“You guys suck, you know that?”
“Are you kidding, that's the most fun I've had since I've been trapped in your miserable excuse for a brain,” Johnny snarked.
“Aw baby you know you love us,” Judy kissed V on the forehead.
V grumbled, but knew that yes, she did love both of them. And she also knew that she was so screwed next time she lost an argument with either one of them.
Disclaimer: English is not my first language, and this is my first fic in about 10 years, so be nice!!! I needed some joy in my life so I wrote it. Please leave feedback if you feel like it, even a simple “damn, good job” counts, for real
Also just in case: you’re not allowed to post it anywhere without my permission.
Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077
Pairing: V/Kerry
Summary: Two grown ass men get tipsy and start acting silly, which results in lots of bantering and roughhousing
Potential tw: alcohol use, swearing, sex jokes and discussions (barely there though!)
Aaaaand here’s a little drawing of it
Enjoy!
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“Nah, nah, nah, I’m tellin’ ya, V, ‘s not what you think it was.”
“Yeah? You remember a second of it? You got so shitfaced-…”
“Oh shut it, merc.”
Kerry chuckles and gives his man a proper nudge, which turns out to be barely a poke for a chromed merc, only making him smirk wider. The boys are chilling on one of Kerry’s couches, empty beer cans on V’s side and a few finished martini glasses on the other — Kerry’s always had a thing for drinking the same type of cocktails out of different glasses if that was an option instead of simply refilling them. There’s a fond, almost goofy smile on the older man’s face as he can finally spend some proper time with his precious cutie patootie input, and despite it being nothing special, just an ordinary date, he can’t help beaming at the man. The more they see each other, the more pleasure their conversations bring him, which is a breath of fresh air by itself, not to mention an uncharted territory since usually he’d rather not engage too much in the emotional, touchy-feely stuff outside of his own rambling and concerns. Yet every time they meet, V’s got a new story to tell, and Kerry actually finds himself eager to listen. Somehow so intimate yet so trivial.
Not just casual humping (at least not every time), no basic mutual complaining or boring how-are-you-doing type of exchanges, but a raw, utterly human experience.
Nibbles is sitting near V’s leg, casually cleaning her paw with a disinterested look, though the purring she emits makes the couch vibrate slightly, the corners of V’s mouth twitching upwards at the display. His hand moves to give her a few gentle pets, the expression on his face making Kerry chuckle.
“What, don’t I get any gushing over? Not good enough for ya?”
“More like not stinky enough. Don’ worry, you’re gettin’ there,” V leans down for a moment, sniffing the top of Nibbles’s head, his nose wrinkling, “d’ya know if we should give ‘er a shower..? Or is she supposed to smell like that?..”
The sight of the notorious V being a doted feline caretaker is utterly amusing, yet Kerry decides not to comment on it, not wishing to spook the moment — the merc’s cute in this state, he’d rather enjoy it while it lasts.
“Nah, don’t worry about it, this type of stink is natural for them. Trust me, you’ll know when it’s time to take action. Cats are more, eh… hygienic like that I guess. Self-cleaning and shit. So yeah, our lady here is doing marvelous, don’t you worry, single dad.”
“Single?..”
“…Well, technically, we’re not married yet.”
“…yet, huh?” That's when Kerry actually cracks up a notch and gives his man an unimpressed look, though it’s mostly in jest.
“Stop it.”
The expression on V’s face is usually hard to read as he has that trademark merc glare most of the time, seemingly out of habit, but at the moment it’s surprisingly serene, happy even, definitely a positive influence on the both of them. Kerry’s hand reaches out to caress his cheek, eyes squinting in a sly, somewhat mischievous manner.
“Shit. I love your gruff looks and attitude, but seeing you relaxed on a downtime, chillin’ here and all… it’s cute. Nice change o’ pace. It suits ya.”
V doesn’t mind the affectionate gesture, on the contrary, he leans into it, and even though he doesn’t like it when something’s close to his eyes, he’s enjoying the warmth of his man’s hand. Rough fingertips tracing the pieces of his cyberware.
“Never thought I’d hear that word about myself. But eh… heheh, thanks. Still not used to… y’know. Relaxin’ an’ all that.”
“No shit. Years of busting your ass would do that to ya. Don’ worry, you can always drop everything and become my boytoy, I got ‘nough eddies for the both of us~”
At first, V gives him the look, but it softens in mere seconds as he’s well aware it’s a joke. He even crosses his arms on his chest, somehow both entertained and annoyed.
“You already paid for my trauma team premium, Ker. Even though I specifically told you no-…”
“Guilty,” Kerry raises his arms in the air in a defeated gesture, a bit more serious this time around, “but for real, V, can you blame me? I got the eddies to provide my input with extra protection so he doesn’t bleed out somewhere nasty, and I’m supposed to just not do it? Nah, man, this won’t do. B’sides, not like it’s makin’ a hole in my pocket, I could buy you a whole ass AV, shit, a battalion of ‘em! So don’ ya go pout ‘bout it, it’s a gift! Don’t look a gift horse in the eyes or some shit!”
V chuckles at that, finding Kerry’s attempts to defend himself amusing, but after all, he is grateful for it, especially considering that Kerry’s stubborn enough to not listen to him when it’s a safety matter. It could be infuriating at times, and even hot when the mood is right, but overall it’s appreciated. Kerry’s own well-being? Eh, he’s already spoiled rotten, he’ll live one way or another. V’s health and safety? Top priority.
Kerry snickers as if he can read minds, and though at the moment V’s emotions are written all over his face, it’s hard not to tease him further:
“I could always buy ya some fancy lingerie to walk around all pretty, like a present to be unwrapped~ You could wear it as a thank you for my kindness”
V gives him the most skeptical, disappointed and straight up annoyed look he can muster at the moment, which only spurs Kerry on further.
“Or I could buy you a whole fuckin’ set o’ things. Leather harness, lacy sets, fishnet stockings… All ganic! Some fancy-shiny collar with a leash to take you on walks. What d’ya think? Anythin’ tinglin’?~”
“Kerry.”
“‘Lright, ‘lright, don’ get your panties in a twist, I’m just messin’ with ya~”
Kerry’s cheeks are slightly flushed with alcohol, creating more contrast between his actual skin tone and his freckles, and he chuckles under his breath, seemingly pondering something.
“Y’know, you’re the first person that actually survived a year with me without incidents. I know, shocking, ‘cause I’m so easy to deal with, but yeah, I usually get bored of people pretty quickly.”
Translating from Kerry language it means “I love you, and I appreciate having you in my life”, so that alone brings a little smile back to V’s face. His arm wraps around his input’s shoulders, giving him a proper, affectionate squeeze, and his hand moves to caress his upper arm, enjoying the skin texture. All while Kerry’s head rests on his shoulder, “Guess that means I’m not boring. I’ll take it as a compliment, especially coming from the great Kerry Eurodyne himself~”
The Kerry in question smiles at that, his eyes twinkling with amusement, which makes them look oddly scheming, like he’s up to no good. But it all quickly disappears once he relaxes, now simply observing his man with a soft, somewhat condescending demeanour.
“Damn right you’re not boring, in fact, you’re anythin’ but,” his hand carefully slides up into V’s short hair, stroking them, rubbing the scalp with his fingertips as he admires his man’s handsome face, savouring the sight, while also feeling proud of himself for having landed such a hot guy, and it gives him an idea, “bet ya only fell for my looks and money, didn’t ya?~”
They both know it’s just another one of Kerry’s quips, but V can’t help “indulging” him: “Naturally. Your ass is flat as fuck though, you better work on that if ya want me t’stay. No offence, just sayin’.”
The way Kerry’s face immediately changes almost makes V crack up right there on the spot.
“Wha-… Not like yours is much better!”
That’s when the merc finally gives in and actually laughs, his smile turning into a grin. The thing is, just a couple of days ago they were exchanging their workout routines with Kerry complaining he can’t get a proper six pack no matter how hard he tries, genetics be damned, and that includes his rockerbum — gaining muscle mass is a true challenge for him, and V’s well aware of that fact. All while V is a walking Greek god at this point, having installed plenty of implants, along with his occupation working in his favour when it comes to maintaining an athletic body. The overall banter amuses him nonetheless.
“We both know that’s not true, Ker. Face reality~”
“Okay, you know what? I got my other assets, you dumb merc, so save it!”
V does his best to feign surprise at that, going so far as to widen his eyes and open his mouth, making sure it’s right in between exaggeratedly theatrical and genuine, “You do?!”
Kerry’s hand swats at his shoulder.
“You’ve had your hands all over my freakin’ assets this past year, you gonk, I know you can’t get enough of ‘em!”
“Y’sure ‘bout it? I don’ really remember anythin’ like that.”
“I’ve got receipts, merc. Lots of ‘em.”
“Hm… You might be onto something, yeah. I remember my hands touching something really… flat. Y’know, so flat ya could play pool on it. Yeah, really… really flat.”
One of Kerry’s hands instantly darts towards his side, aiming for the ribs, and nimble fingers give it a few well-deserved scribbles. Of course, V was expecting something like that, and he easily grabs Kerry’s hand, but at what cost — the can of beer he’s been holding slips out of his grasp and falls straight onto his thigh, slightly splashing some of it in the process. The sound alerts Nibbles, and she proceeds to run away, startled by the whole ordeal, while V has that devious smirk on his face that speaks trouble. He was just given a perfect excuse.
“…Good job, Ker. Now it’s my turn.”
“Gonna hafta catch me first, gonkface,” a shit-eating grin on Kerry’s mug as he yanks his arm out of the grip, the man’s absolute definition of smug as he jolts up to his feet before V can even process what he’s up to, the invitation clear in his eyes. For a few seconds the rockerboy waits there to see if V would follow along with his initiative, and the moment the merc chuckles and starts moving, Kerry darts away, running around the couch to instantly bolt towards the other end of the villa.
“You’re so gonna get it,” after giving his man a couple seconds headstart, V jumps up to his feet, racing after him, a matching grin of his own making him look almost giddy with excitement.
Kerry straight up laughs, cutting corners, veering around furniture, occasionally tripping over stuff scattered on the floor — he can even hear a sound of something falling and breaking behind him, but it only makes him laugh even more. The sound of V’s rapid footsteps is getting closer, riling up the thrill of the chase, and he’s tempted to glance back at the merc, but he knows better, his heart is racing at the thought of his input being not far behind.
“Piss off, ya gohohonk!!”
“Fat chance!”
After sprinting upstairs, he quickly runs around the billiard table, trying to fool V and pretend that he’s changing direction, but yelps when he finds the man smirking at him from its other side, now both of them staring at each other with matching amusement. Kerry darts one way — V follows, Kerry darts the other — V’s already there, the rockerboy ends up barking out a laugh and turning around, huffing a bit from so much action, now aiming to go back down to the ground floor.
A surprised scream escapes him as two strong arms wrap around his midriff from behind, the sound he makes instantly bringing a barely noticeable flush to his face while he laughs, struggling in his man’s hold — all for shits and giggles of course. His vicious assailant is grinning from ear to ear, definitely proud of himself, and leans down a notch, easily throwing Kerry over his shoulder, the superior merc strength getting the best of the squirming singer, carrying him with ease.
“Put me down!! V!” His words are filled with shameless laughter, and all he gets in response to his plea is a playful smack on the ass, making him twitch and gasp in surprise, his eyes crinkling with amusement as he’s lazily wriggling around, “Ya dickhead!!”
“Yeah, go on, flail some more so I can drop ya and pretend it was an accident~”
He laughs, giving Kerry's rear another slap, rather gentle by his standards, the silly grin not leaving his face even for a second.
“Oops!” V suddenly flinches, pretending to be about to drop his dork of a man, but quickly straightens back up, smug as ever.
“ACK! Vincent!!” Kerry yelps, holding onto the merc’s hips for dear life, and smacks him on the shoulders with a playful glare, “You bastard! You better not drop me!”
The next thing Kerry knows is that he’s tossed onto his own bed, landing on his back with a loud “oof”, some air getting knocked out of his lungs, and even though he gives V another disapproving glare, it lacks any actual menace as here he is — lying down about to get fucked straight into the bedding by his resilient, steaming hot input. Tomorrow his lower back is going to be sore as hell, but it’s so worth it, therefore a bit of roughhousing is appreciated in this context. That’s until he meets V’s eyes full of sly cheerfulness — definitely not the look he has when he’s about to pound Kerry’s brains out. The slight panic appearing on the rockerboy’s face only entertains the merc further.
“W-Wait, V, what are ya-…” In a matter of seconds Kerry feels a whole ass barrage of wiggling fingers on his sides, and a loud, obnoxious laugh bursts out of his throat — he wasn’t expecting it at all. The man gives his input the most baffled, indignant diva look he can possibly achieve while his hands dart up to grab V’s wrists, pushing them away for mere moments before they return, continuing the outrageous act.
“V!! You know I hate that shit!! Oh you fuckin’ asshole, when I get away I’ll-… Pffft-hahaha!! You’re dehehead!!”
He is kind of disappointed that the whole thing wasn’t about sex, but he’s laughing so much he can’t spare a second to think about it. The Kerry Eurodyne is kicking his feet against the mattress nonstop in a laughing fit, his cackles filling the area to the brim while he’s thrashing around, his cheeks already flushing once again. V’s sitting near, a big, kind of goofy smirk on his face, both hands busy forcing all kinds of noises out of his input for his own entertainment, but he can tell that Kerry doesn’t actually mind it either — otherwise he would’ve been way less reactive and definitely grouchier than he is now. Of course, he’s always been ridiculously ticklish, so his laughing fit is a predictable reaction, but V knows him well enough to read his moods, so, strangely, Kerry seems to be having fun as well. Probably because he’s in his natural habitat — bottoming. Not to mention that the sight is way too sweet for V to stop his merciless assault.
Unable to resist the temptation to tease him further, V snickers, speaking in a taunting, borderline cooing voice, the one he absolutely loves using to ruffle Kerry’s feathers, “Caught myself a ticklish input, didn’t I? Wonder what should I do with him~”
Kerry snarls and hisses, trying to hold back his giggles at least for a while, but soon enough realises that it’s no use — the merc’s hands are cold as hell, fingers digging into his sides and now also stomach, making him writhe and squirm like a fish out of water, hearty laughter pouring out of him nonstop, yet he’s still trying to speak:
“Shuhuhut it!! You diIICK!! Ahaha!! Stahahp it already!! It fuckin’ tickles!!”
“That’s strange, considerin’ I’m ticklin’ ya.” He chuckles at his own retort, voice oozing with sarcasm and filled with obvious pride at having managed to reduce his poor man to such a state. Any attempts of getting away are prosecuted by extra tickles, making Kerry roll onto his side and curl up into a ball — the last potential resort to get away from the impending torture. The dopey grin on his face is gradually getting wider, making him look even more ridiculous, and by extension adorable in V’s eyes, he can’t get enough of it.
To his surprise, one of Kerry’s hands manages to weasel itself towards his side, now actively clawing and squeezing it with all his strength, clearly trying to get him back for the atrocious acts, but unfortunately for him, the badass, stolid merc seems to be barely ticklish. He does let out a couple of chuckles, twitching here and there, but that’s about it, and judging by the way he squints his eyes, after that little stunt Kerry’s done for it. V’s hands slide up, now mercilessly drilling his fingertips into his input’s ribs, knowing well enough that he absolutely can’t take it at that spot, though he’s being careful not to hurt or bruise his giggly man.
“GAHAHA NO!!” Kerry’s laughter is getting hoarser by the seconds, and he throws his head back, the corners of his eyes watering from so much guffawing, he’s a mess — dishevelled hair, sweaty forehead, signature tank top rumpled like never before, and ready to sign over his villa to V just so he’d stop, so it’s time to bring out the big guns, “V!! STOP! I’M GONNA PISS MYSELF!!”
The merc chortles, amused to no extent, not pausing his attack for a millisecond, “No yer not. Not on yer fancy blankies anyway~”
“I MEAN IT! YOU SEEN HOW MANY MARTINIS I HAD?! I’M GONNA BURST!” This remark actually gets V’s attention. At the end of the day, if it’s not a joke, and the accident does happen, Kerry’s going to have his head, rightfully so. And that’s when all of a sudden in his cackling spree Kerry lets out a loud sound, which can be described as a mix of snoring and choking.
Both of them pause, looking at each other in confusion at first, as it takes them some time to process what it was, even for Kerry, since he was too busy laughing to watch his own reactions. For V it’s particularly concerning since he’s worried that he might have accidentally hurt his man or made him laugh so much that he’s now actually having trouble breathing, but soon enough the realisation hits him — it was a snort. And when that realisation settles, the merc barks out a laugh of his own, his shoulders trembling as he leans over, shaking his head at the hilarity of it all, while Kerry flushes even more than before, the silly grin stays on his face as he can’t help enjoying himself, even despite the lingering embarrassment. V’s hands start slowly sliding off him.
“‘Iright, Ker, here ya go, ya pisshead, free as a-…” The moment V relaxes enough to let his guard down, Kerry pounces, pulling him down onto his stomach, now straddling his hips, despite still panting from all the tickling and squirming. He knows V’s stronger than him, not only naturally, but also thanks to a shitload of implants, including the famous strength enhancers, so he wastes no time. Both of his hands slide under his input’s arms, aiming to get his armpits — since V’s hardly ever ticklish, he has to go all out to get his revenge. Fingers begin scribbling against the tender skin, and Kerry lets out a joyous “Ha!”, already gloating like a little kid.
“That’s what ya get!! Who’s ticklish now, huh?! Tickle-tickle-tickle, V! Not so fun being on the receiving end, is it?!” Yet the moment he leans down to gauge his man’s reaction, his smile falters a smidge, the damn merc seems to be almost immune to his ministrations. Sure, he’s smiling, body shaking with silent giggles, but it seems like Kerry could be as well massaging or scratching his back, the reaction would’ve been the same, and he can’t help feeling just a tad bit frustrated over inability to get his well-deserved vendetta. There’s even a barely noticeable pout on his face, and he doubles down on his efforts, now fully digging his fingers into the skin, but once again — barely any reaction. By the looks of it, V’s cracking up at his failed attempts instead of the tickling itself, so in a spur of the moment Kerry lets out a displeased groan, turns around, and starts smacking V’s ass again and again, not that hard, more like playing bongo with too much enthusiasm.
“Of course you’re not ticklish, probably got some implant shoved up your ass for that too ya ‘borg!! Or what, you’re too “tough” for us mere mortals, hm? A broodin’ fuckin’ street Batman — no weaknesses, no anything, so very alpha!!”
To punctuate his words he pokes V right in the butt through his pants, and the man gasps in surprise, clearly not having expected that kind of retribution. He laughs though, and, propping himself on his hands, pushes himself up, making a very much startled Kerry slide off and flop down onto the bed with a look of surprise — his beast of an input has just easily committed a push-up with the extra weight of an entire man on top of him. Kerry can’t help feeling a slight flutter in his chest at that. But it evaporates as quickly as it appeared once V sits up, now looming over him, and Kerry instantly starts backing off before even realising it.
“C’mon, V, enough already, I’m dying here. Have some mercy, would ya? Y’know I love our tussles, but at this point I might as well cough my lungs out from laughin’ so much.”
A moment later Kerry’s on his back, once again pressed against the bedsheets by his beloved tough boy, and he’s about to glare at him, not appreciating having his requests ignored, yet a soft, lingering kiss stops him from grumbling. V’s lips are a little dry due to all the drinking and action, but they feel so warm and inviting, Kerry can’t help reciprocating, and at some point their teeth lightly clink against each other as they’re both smiling, unable to hold themselves back. They’re panting, but it’s all gradually coming down to a peaceful, relaxed moment, the bond they share making V melt on top of Kerry, though he still has to distribute his weight not to crush his diva. It feels like several weighted blankets have been stacked on the rockerboy, but he doesn’t mind, in fact, he’s all up for it, and his arms wrap around the bigger man, scratching his back and caressing the edges of his cyberware.
The shared warmth brings a smile to V’s face once again, and he can’t help himself — leaning down, he begins thoroughly planting light, tender kisses on Kerry’s face, mainly targeting his cheeks and lips. God he’s absolutely smitten with Kerry’s cheeks. The most adorable set of kissable, freckled treasures. If tonight they’re being cheesy, might as well go all out.
These little pecks continue one after another, now also targeting the tip of Kerry’s nose, taking a break to give it a careful nip, the process of spoiling a certain rockerboy and showering him with affection is going at full force. At first, Kerry’s smiling, relishing in the rare moment of tenderness, but god knows he’s not used to that at all, so soon enough he starts turning his head from one side to another, trying to avoid the barrage of love shamelessly attacking his face. All while he can’t get the smile off his face no matter how much he tries.
“Hey now, I asked you for mercy!! What’s up with you today, hm? Mistook me for a body pillow or somethin’?”
V chuckles at that, planting a softer kiss on his temple, the besotted look on his face says it all — the man is way too in love right now to actually care about a thing except his cherished babygirl.
“Nah-nah, you asked for mercy from the tickles. So no tickles for ye. Maybe. There was nothin’ ‘bout kisses an’ such. So suck it up, Eurodyne,” his words are laced with affectionate teasing, and of course it’s all in jest, yet the kisses continue, and he keeps his input pinned down underneath him, eyes glimmering with somewhat childish giddiness. He sporadically switches spots like suddenly veering from pecking Kerry’s chin to nipping his cheek, despite all the squirming and feigned complaining. His kisses become more sluggish, as if he’s either getting sleepy or way too lazy to put in a smidge of effort, and that’s when the relentlessly smothered rockerboy realises — V’s now doing it all just to annoy him further, and the thought alone is enough to make him grin. He stoically takes such unbearable torment for a few more minutes before slipping one of his arms out and covering V’s mouth with his hand, lightly pushing his head away.
“Alright, Night City legend, you’ve had your fun. Now shoo. I need some space,” the statement alone is so surprising that merc’s eyes widen, and he shakes the hand off, not bothering to hide a mix of curiosity and confusion on his face.
“Some space? You sure about that?”
Kerry lets out a little “tsk” sound and even rolls his eyes halfway through, not like he acts that way often, but his input’s perception is spot on, and the mere fact that V knows him that well makes him feel things. Mostly irritation, but other stuff too.
“Shit. I need a break from all the kissing action, got it? You can… eh… stay where you are. But yeah, gimme a breather, would ya? I’m overstimulated as fuck. Thanks to all that tickling by the way, mostly at least. Oh and I am gettin’ you back for it. ‘Cause you gotta be ticklish somewhere, I just know it. Gonk ass merc.”
The tirade only serves to amuse V further, and he clumsily sits up, rolling his shoulders just to get rid of some leftover stiffness. The alcohol seems to have worn off for now, and he blinks a few times, as if seeing the world in new colours. When his eyes meet Kerry’s he snickers, voice laced with disbelief once he speaks up.
“Why are you so eager to get me back?”
“‘Cause that would be fair. Oh and so I can get you fucking squealing that’s why, you smug ass bastard. You deserve getting taken down a peg, and I’m gonna deliver, pretty boy. You’re getting tickled.”
V actually splutters with laughter at that as Kerry looks so determined and confident that it only adds up to the ridiculousness of it all, like he’s on some dire conquest against him. It’s actually hard to say whether he’s joking or being one hundred percent serious due to a mix of petulance and stubbornness on his face, so V chooses to take it in jest and opens his mouth to say something, but that’s when he hears Nibbles’s claws pitter-pattering across the floor, and freezes for a moment.
“Oh shit,” he hastily stands up, awkwardly fixing his clothes while noticing Kerry’s confused look, “you knocked over an empty whiskey bottle while running, better clean it up before Nibbles steps on it and hurts herself. Or you do, for that matter.”
The last comment actually brings a fond smile to Kerry’s face, the care in V’s voice is palpable and appreciated, plus he’s kind of glad that he’s not going to be the one to deal with the mess. Before he leaves, V leans down, planting a soft kiss on top of Kerry’s head — just the right spot not to overstimulate further and to show affection.
“And for the record, yeah, I am ticklish, but squealing? No fuckin’ way. That’s your department~”
“Eat shit.”
“Love ya too, Ker~”
V grins, giving his man one teasing look for the road, and turns around — clothes all wrinkly, hair sticking out here and there, and a fine ass gracefully moving with each step, making Kerry keep his eyes open for a few seconds longer. He’s suddenly left alone with all the pent up fatigue, and before he knows it, his mind already drifts off, the trademark snoring filling the villa.
Hiiii I'm obsessed w/ BG3 at the moment and wanted to write a fic hehe.
Warnings: this is a tickle fic, so tickling. Also swearing, and fluff :)
Hope you like!
Days and nights spent in close proximity on the road to Baldur's Gate were bound to result in people becoming closer. Some teammates were even starting romances or casual flings. Though you didn't think of any of your companions romantically, you couldn't help the ache in your chest watching the others interact with affection and playfulness.
You first realized you wanted connection when you were sitting outside alone, sharpening your dagger. You noticed Karlach and Lae’zel were wrestling one another, Halsin spooned Wyll by the fire, and Shadowheart played with Gale’s hair.
A melancholy feeling took you over, and you realized you didn't have that kind of relationship with anyone here. You didn't know how to, and were to ashamed to ask for it. You got along with all of your friends well, sure, but physical touch had never been a part of the equation. Maybe it could be? For Mythra’s sake, Karlach was literally burning hot and still found ways to touch the others.
You decided to try to push down the sadness, you had other more important things to worry about, such as the tadpole in your head. You retreated into yourself, trying not to think about the softness you craved. You were a paladin, supposed to be tough and strong, only in need of your patron goddess rather than human connection. At least, that's what you tried to tell yourself.
—
One evening, after a day of tough battles, you sat around the fire, passing a bottle of of wine you had pillaged that day. The air was cool, and the wine made you feel a bit relaxed and warm inside. You watched your companions as they talked and laughed.
Gale and Astarion were having a good natured argument, when the wizard said something very, very stupid, “You may be a vampire, but there's no way you can overpower me, even without my magic!” It was like he was asking for a fight, and knowing Gale, maybe he was. He and Astarion had something going on, and you thought he liked having Astarion all over him.
You swore you saw Astarion's red eyes flash in the firelight as an evil grin spread across his face. “Oh really, wizard of waterdeep? I don't even think I need a quarter of my strength to take you down.”
“–AH!” Gale yelped as Astarion deftly lunged at Gale, knocking him off his log and onto the dirt. Everyone turned to them now, snickering at them as they wrestled.
“The wizard is so weak, of course he’ll be easily overpowered by Astarion” Lae'zel snarked.
“I don't know, I think Gale might give him a run for his money,” Shadowheart chimed in.
Gale looked like he was about to get the upper hand, climbing on top of Astarion and about to pin him when the vampire shot his hands out to squeeze Gale’s sides. The effect was immediate, Gale made a strangled noise and curled in on himself like a pill bug, falling to the side.
“Oh, it seems I've found a wonderful weakness for our most obnoxious companion, he’s maddeningly ticklish!” Astarion purred.
Your cheeks went hot at the mention of, well, that word. Ever since your days at the convent, wrestling with your paladin siblings, you had known about your fondness for tickling. There was something so light and fun about it. You yearned to connect with the people you cared about in this physical way. You grew even redder at the thought of switching places with Gale, having everyone know how sensitive you actually were. Multiple members holding you down and–
“Eep!” You were pulled out of your thoughts by Wyll playfully jabbing you in the back. You flinched at the touch, looking at Wyll in confusion.
“Whoa! Never heard that sound come out of you before. Are you okay? You were completely zoned out looking at those twits,” Wyll pointed a thumb in the direction of the men. Astarion now had Gale's arms pinned under his knees, and was viciously attacking Gale's upper body. The wizard laughed and spluttered, trying and failing to reason with the pale elf.
Wyll snapped his fingers in front of your face, “Hellooo? Hells, Tav it's like your mesmerized by them,” he chuckled.
“No, nope, not sure what you're talking about, goodnight.” You swiftly got up and walked to your tent, not looking back. You could not break your façade of the stoic paladin this way. No, you had to be strong, and under no circumstances would you let anyone find out about your weakness, even if deep down that was exactly what you craved.
–
As you walked away, gears started turning in Wyll’s head. He and the others had noticed your withdrawal from the group. They all cared about you and understood you had baggage and might not always want to talk, but they wished you wouldn't be so prickly all of the time. He couldn't be sure, but the way you acted made him suspect you were very ticklish and very bad at hiding it.
He began to concoct a plan, moving to the log Shadowheart was on and whispering in her ear.
—
You were restless that night, tossing and turning, desperately trying not to think about the events of that night.
Definitely did not think about fingers sliding up and down your sides, wrestling while giggling and squirming. Nope, definitely not.
Your group was on a serious mission, no time for frivolity. It was fine, you were strong and didn't need physical affection.
You knew you were lying to yourself, even inside your own mind. You drifted to sleep with the thought of ticklish hands at your sides.
—
Outside your tent, Shadowheart and Wyll looked at each other, jaws slacked. They had heard your thoughts through the tadpole and understood, not only were you ticklish but you wanted it.
This was going to be glorious. Shadowheart had a glint in her eye, and cast her spell on Wyll.
—
*scrape, scrape*
Your eyes flew open; someone, or something, was scratching your tent. There was no moon tonight, and the fire had long since been smothered.
*scrape, scrape*
“Who–who’s there?” You asked, propping yourself up on your elbows.
The knots on your tent were being untied, one by one, you froze. Who would open your tent at this hour? You readied yourself for a fight, starting to sit up, as the flaps flew open.
Towering over you was a tall horned creature, with four arms. It was still too dark to see their face, but their voice boomed in your mind.
Hello Tav, can't sleep?
Something sounded familiar about the voice, but we're too panicked to think about it further. You gulped, trying to speak but instead stuttered, “w-wh–?”
I think I might be able to help, hold still
Suddenly, the beast darted forward clamoring on top of you. Stuck under your blanket, you couldn't move as two of its four hands pinned your arms down and seated atop you.
“Ngh–HEY let me go!! HELP!!”
No one can hear you Tav, No one is coming. The thing sounded giddy, almost teasing.
You stopped yelling to listen, and realized you heard nothing outside. The bugs had stopped chirping, there was no breeze, and no one was coming to save you. You looked at the monster and swallowed. You couldn't make out its features, just arms, horns, and darkness.
I know what you want
Your mouth went dry, recalling your fuzzy dreams, “I-uh, I don't know what you're talking about."
I think you do
You struggled against the creature, “Who are you?”
Isn't it obvious? I'm the tickle monster.
You went rigid, too stunned to move or speak. The creature started shoving your blankets away, while pulling your wrists over your head with the other two. You just lay there like a dead fish and let it happen. You knew you were absolutely, undeniably, screwed. This had to be a dream, right?
Hm did I break you already? I haven't even touched you yet. Let's see, where to start… ah!
The monster began prodding at your stomach with its two free hands.
“Ah-ihi don't – wha–A!?!” you were in instant hysterics, not just from the light pokes but from how fucking flustering and embarrassing this all was. You were too shocked to fight back, and just exploded into giggles.
Oh my, what a sensitive one I’ve found
The monster started vibrating its fingers into your stomach.
“OhMYGOHODSpleahehease”
Ah that got quite the reaction from you, let's try that again
The monster vibrated it's hands from your stomach, all the way up your sides and back down. This thing was absolutely ruthless, you could barely catch your breath to wheeze, “pleahehease have mercyhyhy,”
The monster paused it's assault, instead gently tapping fingers on your sides in thought.
Don't tell me you've had enough already? This is what you want, is it not?
“Ihim a paladin he–i only want what my Goddess does–hehe”
The tickle monster retracted all of its limbs, and sighed.
Do you not eat and drink? Do those not further your service to your god? You must feed your body as well as your soul to further your oath. Do not use your profession as an excuse to deny yourself pleasure
You were stunned, what was happening right now? You couldn't possibly be entertaining the idea of wanting anything for yourself, especially not something as asinine as tickling. “P-pleahehease just let me go-” you whined.
Hm, let's make this interesting. I will let you go if you promise to ask for affection next time you want it.
“Wh-whatno! Just leave me alone!”
Always taking the hard way, are you Tav. Tsk tsk
The monster sat up straight, and sprouted a third set of arms. You felt one set of hands on your thighs, one set on your ribs, and the final set pinning your arms back above your head.
You giggled and babbled nervously, “hehe heY waitwaitwait hahaHAHAA-”
The tickle monster squeezed just above your knees with both hands, making you shriek and kick out, “PLEASEPLEASENONOAHahaA”
You flailed around, unable to shake the hands off. It then raked fingers up and down your ribcage, causing more boisterous laughter. Soon it kept you guessing, switching back and forth between the two spots. The unpredictable nature of this attack completely destroyed any sliver of composure you might have had left.
The monster could feel you becoming weak, and began withdrawing from your legs and torso. It let your arms down, and gently curled its fingers around your ears, neck, and collar bones to keep you giggling. Once your laughter went silent, it knew you were ready to submit.
You were absolutely destroyed, unable to think or feel anything besides it tickles, it tickles, it tickles. You twitched, vaguely trying to escape but not having the energy for it.
Ready to agree, little one?
“I-*wheeze*-okahay I'll do it illdoanythingpleasehehe,”
Promise to ask for affection, the monster punctuated affection with a squeeze at your hips, making you yelp and jerk.
“OKAY OKAY I PROMISE I'll pursue affection for myself! Pleasejustletmego”
Suddenly, you felt the pull of the tadpole connect with the monster, making the tickle demon pull back. It felt familiar, you felt its intentions to be kind and playful with you. You cocked your head slightly and cast light into the tent. Finally, you could see the face of the monster whom you recognized.
“Wyll??!! What the in the hells?!”
He looked at you with a grin on his face, “Surprise, I'm the tickle monster!” he chuckled. His voice was more normal now, it had sounded deeper and booming in your mind.
“B-b-but? But? What?!?!” You stammered, absolutely dumbfounded.
“I noticed you were upset tonight, so Shadowheart and I–”
“Shadowheart knows about this?!?!” You were regretting bringing lights into the tent, as you knew your face was burning hot now.
Shadowheart popped around the corner of the tent, “how do you think Wyll got all those arms? And didn't you wonder why no one came running? You were screeching so loudly I bet they heard you in the underdark. Tonight was made possible by a modified silence spell and a shape shifting spell, obviously.” With a snap and a wink from Shadowheart, Wyll's extra arms disappeared.
You looked at them both in astonishment, “b-but why? Why would you – I don't–?”
Shadowheart’s face dropped, “Tav, you were so uptight tonight, we thought we could play a funny prank on you when we… well… don't be mad please? We heard your thoughts, your dreams, through the tadpole and… well it seemed like you could use a laugh.”
You stilled, everything clicking together now.
“And you didn't think it was… odd?”
“Tav, have you looked at our group lately? We all have tadpoles swimming in our minds and enough combined baggage to fill an owl bear cave. Your… preference is not odd,” Shadowheart said.
Despite trying to keep a brave face, slight tears started forming in your eyes. “O-oh. Heh, I guess that makes sense.”
“Please Tav, we just want to be close to you, you're not weird,” Wyll said.
Your heart truly soared. You reached forward and hugged Wyll and yanked Shadowheart into the hug too.
“I-I really care about you, and the whole crew. I don't know what I'd do without you. The tadpole, getting to Baldur's Gate – it's all so terrifying. Sometimes I think it would just be nice to relax and be playful with my best friends.”
“Well I had a ton of fun,” Wyll grinned.
“You're very squirmy, maybe I'll get Gale to cast “hold person” on you next time, Shadowheart teased.
You went bright red at the suggestion, causing Wyll and Shadowheart to laugh. They might be the death of you, and you loved them all the more for it.
Things I will never admit out loud? I love being flustered. I love feeling embarrassed, I love when you tease me for how I blush and flinch at your words and fingers, and I’d do anything to make it happen over and over again
For all the lees that think they're so tough. Get them to record themselves while you gently tickle them. So they can show the world they really are tough!
But of course, go easy on them. Really slowly trace your nails across their tummy. Make them think they really are tough, watch them get all smug whist trying really hard to hide their giggles.
And then just dig your fingers into their ribs as you watch them drop the phone and try to push you off.
And the best part of it all? You get a video of your cute lee trying to hold back their giggles and inevitably failing.
The end result of all this is you having an adorable video saved on your phone :)
Alright, my first posted fanfic-- feedback is very welcome, leave a note if you enjoy!
Poexreader, tickling kink, many nsfw parts but no actual sex, read at your own risk.
[Poe finds you sleeping and learns something new about you...]
You were exhausted. The Resistance took you on a grueling mission, staking out an asteroid field for a week. No interaction with anyone besides the comms every 6 hours to check in. Just you sitting in your cold, metal, A-wing. Only portions to eat, and a bucket to piss in. The First Order was mining in the field, and you were to sit and watch. Your ship did most of the hard work, monitoring and analyzing everything. In case the Resistance’s espionage was discovered, they needed a pilot to get the ship out without losing the intel.
The First Order miners finally left the asteroid belt after 6 long days. After one final flyover, you got out of there as fast as you could back to D’Qar. Unfortunately, to stay out of First Order territory, you had to take the long way around.
Your eyes were getting heavy, staring at the stars and rocks floating in your view. You thought you could turn on autopilot just for a few minutes…
Suddenly you jerked up at the sound of your comm ringing. “Hello?” you answered.
“Hey Red-Seven, what’s your ETA back to base?” you heard the familiar voice of your friend, Poe Dameron. You noted that he sounded eager, maybe almost worried that you wouldn’t be back. Brushing off the thought, you replied,
“Hey Dameron, I’ll be there in about three hours.”
“Perfect, want to meet me and some of the guys for drinks at the cantina?”
“Oh, um, I’m really tired Poe, what about tomorrow?”
“I’m on assignment tomorrow night, come on, Sev, pleeeease?” Was that longing you detected?
No, of course not. You and Poe were just friends… with some benefits. You’d been flirty, and hooked up a few times. But Poe wasn’t the type to settle down. Nothing was defined, no feelings. No he couldn’t have feelings for you, and you didn’t have any for him. That's just what people did in the resistance, everyone knew the odds of survival were slim. You didn't need any romantic attachments.
Nope, none. No feelings. You couldn’t. You couldn’t risk losing his friendship for something you knew you couldn’t have. Poe was a playboy, a hot shot. Only physical. No emotions. Still, you didn’t want to miss an opportunity to see him.
“Ah why not, I’ll meet you there after I clean up.”
“Mmmm, you don’t need help with that?” Poe teased.
“Knock it off Poe. I’ll see you at the cantina,” you emphasized on that last word. You were tired, smelly, and disheveled. Poe definitely couldn’t see you like that.
You tried to ignore the pang in your chest at the thought of seeing Poe tonight, or being with Poe tonight. Pushing down your thoughts, you finally got to a zone where you could enter light speed and rushed off.
–
You didn’t know your legs could be so achy. Sitting on cold, hard, metal for a week made you feel like your legs and ass were on fire. Reminding yourself that you succeeded in your mission, you put on your robe and trudged into the bathroom.
The hot water from the shower soothed your aching muscles. The water steamed against your skin, turning it a light pink. You didn’t care, the soap and warmth was the best relief. It scrubbed away all of the stress from your mission.
You were so relaxed and warm from the shower. The clean sheets you put on your bed before you left were just calling to you. The cantina didn’t close for another four hours, and you knew Poe and his friends wouldn’t leave before then. Perfect, you could nap for an hour and then go meet Poe. Throwing on a tank top and some shorts, you crawled under the cool sheets, falling asleep the second your head hit the pillow.
–
Poe walked back to the room, pleasantly buzzed. He had a good night with the others at the Cantina, but he was a little worried that you didn’t show up. Mixed between worried and frustrated, he kept telling himself you would be in your room, or that you were still out on your mission. You would never purposefully stand him up, would you?
Opening the door, he noticed the light was on, and you were sacked out under the sheets with a foot sticking out under the covers.
He sighed with relief that you were okay. You looked so adorable curled up in the bed. He was also a little irked that you had gone straight to bed instead of calling to let him know that you wouldn’t be coming.
“You sleepy little thing,” Poe mumbled to himself.
Poe wouldn’t admit it, but he wanted to feel you. He missed you the week that you were gone. He couldn’t sleep well when the room felt so empty without you. But he was hoping he could at least fall asleep with you before he left on his next mission tomorrow. Not really thinking about it; only wanting to feel your skin against his, he lightly brushed his hand against your foot.
Poe raised his eyebrows as he heard a giggle from under the covers. You stirred but were clearly still asleep. A fiendish grin appeared on his face.
"Oh, this will be fun'" he whispered to himself.
He skittered his fingers over your foot for a few seconds. He smiled as you giggled again. He tried poking and prodding different parts. You gently giggled and kicked out your foot a bit.
He was having fun testing out what he could do without waking you. He scribbled at the base of your toes, when suddenly you let out a gentle moan.
Bewildered for a moment, he was certain about what he had just heard.
A moan. He knew that moan. He had heard it before when…
Is she… turned on by this?
That’s hot.
The two of you had gotten hot and heavy on a few occasions, but never talked about kinks. He had no idea this was something you liked, but he was fully ready to exploit it.
Especially because he knew he could tease you endlessly about it.
He hopped up on your bed, sitting on your legs. Surprisingly, you still didn’t wake up. You must have really been worn out from that mission.
Poe grinned as he squeezed your knees through the blanket. You squirmed a bit, but didn't laugh. Poe pulled up the blanket from around your feet, and gently dragged his fingers across your shins and calves. Gentle, bubbly laughter rose from your lungs, mixed with soft moaning. You were still sleeping but seemed closer to waking up.
Poe looked at your feet. He pondered for a bit, and then decided, "You know what Sev, you deserve this for standing me up," and rapidly scribbled all ten fingers into your feet.
Something felt funny, you were giggling, then laughing, and then –
Holy SHIT IM AWAKE you thought, before bursting into loud laughter.
You were being tickled. You hadn't been tickled since your last serious relationship, over two years ago now. You felt your face turn red and your crotch tense up. Fuck you forgot how much you liked this. How sensitive you are. You hadn't been tickled in so long you almost forgot what it felt like. Sure, pokes here and there. Someone with stubble kissing your neck. But not real, hard tickles.
"AHhahHAA!" you shrieked. Sitting up in bed, you could see by the leather jacket your assailant was wearing that it was Poe.
"POE WHHAHAT thEhE FuHUhAHK?!?!" You shrieked.
Poe slowed down his attack, still spidering his fingers up and down you feet leaving you giggly, "Oh good, you're awake," he smiled back at you.
"Whahahat did I do to dESerVe thIIHIHS?" you whined, gently pounding on his back. You were so tired you couldn't use your full strength, and you didn't really want to anyway.
"Well at first I did it because I was upset that you stood me up, very rude by the way," Poe scribbled faster at your feet.
"Then I realized something…"
Poe abruptly stopped the attack up your arches and honed in on that spot at the base of your toes on both feet.
You burst into laughter, your feet already being sensitive and the base of your toes being a horrible spot. It felt like electric shocks were traveling up your legs. You started to feel hot everywhere. Your face was burning, your crotch ached. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to focus on anything else, but the sensation was too much.
"FUhuhucK fuckfuckfuck AHAHA POEHOHO," You pounded on his back, shaking your head. You held in a loud moan by just continuing to laugh. Too much more of this and you thought you might explode.
Poe finally gave you a break, humming to himself and rubbing your feet. Lightly brushing his fingers up and down your soles, but nowhere near as intense as before. You could feel the warmth in your face and the moisture in your underwear.
"Whyhyhy?" you giggled.
"Why not? You haven't asked me to stop yet," he innocently grinned back at you.
"Whaha-? You woke me up out of nowhere I haven't had time to think–"
Poe just stared at you. Those eyes. Those damn beautiful eyes saw right through you.
You felt your face get even hotter, and stuttered out, "I-uh-hehe- I'm so sleheehpyhehe,"
"Nooo," he drawled, "I think you like this."
Shit. He knew you so well. You didn't understand how it was possible, how did he know from what only could have been a minute at most that you enjoyed tickling? Why would he even wake you up that way it doesn't–OH. Your foggy brain finally put the pieces together. Maybe you were sleep talking or giggling or SOMETHING you did in you sleep must have let him know. No big deal, you can play this off you just had to–
"I think this turns you on."
And just like that your racing thoughts were shattered.
"W-whahat no it DOES NOT," you tried not to giggle as his hands still gently rubbed your feet.
Poe abruptly stopped tickling, turning to fully face you. He slowly scanned you, staring from your waist hidden under the blankets, up to your torso and to your burning red face and neck. He looked you in the eyes, and then slowly looked down to your chest. Biting his bottom lip, he flicked his eyes up to make contact one more time and then settled on your chest.
"Oh, I think it does," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
You looked down at your chest in horror and pulled the blanket up in a flash. Your nipples were so hard they showed through your thin tank top. You didn't think it was possible but you turned even more red, and your crotch swelled once again, begging for stimulation.
"I–I…" you were lost for words.
Eyes locked with yours, Poe licked his lips, "I'll stop if you don't want me to. Say the word and I'll stop right now. We can just go to bed and pretend this didn't happen." Poe said.
You said nothing. Maker, how did he seem so chill about this? So nonchalant. It was like he actually… wanted to do this for you. Cared for you.
It had been so long since anyone cared this much about you. Cared enough to be upset that your presence was missing. Who wanted to make you feel comfortable, and wanted to do something to you just because he knew that you liked it.
You couldn't act like you weren't afraid to let him into this part of you. Sure sex was sex, but you had enjoyed tickling as long as you could remember. Only when it was with someone you were attracted to did it become sexual. But you knew you liked tickling before you even knew what sex was. A special kind of intimacy and playfulness. You weren't sure you wanted to let him into this side of you. But fuck you were starved for tickles, and more turned on than you had been in cycles.
You couldn’t say anything, so you just didn’t. This was crazy. You just shyly met his gaze and giggled as he brushed his fingertips over your toes.
“I’m not hearing a no,” he drawled, a smile curling on his lips.
He knew just what to say to embarrass you. You instinctively put your face in your hands, not knowing what else to do.
“Fuck Poe, you’re embarrassing me,” you whined.
“Awww, is my baby embarrassed, hmm?” he teased, reaching up to squeeze your knee.
“HA!” you jerked and kicked out, grabbing his hand.
“Oh no no no, this won’t do,” Poe tutted as he turned around to finally face you. He grabbed both of your hands with one hand and held them to your chest. With his other hand he swiftly threw your blanket off the bed, revealing your chest once again.
“Say the word, and I’ll stop,” Poe spoke softly, gently.
“O-okay,” you stuttered out.
Poe grinned, still holding your hands against your chest and shoved you down so you were laying flat on the bed. He then took each of your arms and pinned them under his knees. He was fully on top of you now, smiling down on you.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
You nodded your head. Your face was burning; you couldn’t hide in this position. You were trapped, at his mercy. You trusted Poe, but you knew this was going to be bad. You hadn’t been fully tickled in years, you were going to be sensitive.
“Now, where to start?” his eyes flitted over your torso as he bit his lip.
He gave your sides a pinch, you squeaked. Shit this was going to be so bad, how–
“HahahHA” you laughed as Poe clawed into your belly.
“Whoa, you are really ticklish aren’t you, I’m barely doing anything,” Poe teased.
“ShuHUHut UHuhP!”
“Aww, does the teasing make it worse?”
Fuck, it did. It made it so much worse. Nowhere to go, Poe only focusing on making you squirm and laugh.
“I-IhahahHA” was all you could let out.
Deftly, Poe yanked up your tank top so that it still covered your chest, but your stomach, sides, and ribs were now completely exposed. Poe once again clawed into your stomach, sending you into hysterics. He experimented squeezing your side with one hand, while scratching his other hand into the soft flesh of your stomach.
You shook your head and slammed your head back against the pillow “ShiHIhihiT”.
Poe saw you were starting to lose it a little bit and let up, gently tracing your stomach. He drew hiccupy laughter from you, tracing circles around your belly button.
“Hm, I wonder if you’re ticklish here?” he asked as he dipped a finger into your belly button.
Having your belly button tickled for the first time in ages made you want to moan, “FUCK fuck fuck Poe don’t aHA–” you pleaded.
Upon hearing “don’t” Poe immediately withdrew his finger. “Shit sorry, was that not a good place?”
You were a little relieved but also… you didn’t really want him to stop. “Um, uh, I– I’m not used to people actually stopping when I ask its–um hard to explain,”
“Oh I see,” Poe smiled, “So we need a safe word, then. How about… 'star'?”
You were a little dumbfounded that he understood so quickly. You supposed he was pretty, experienced. Tickling wasn’t the only kink that used safewords, and you were sure Poe had had many experiences with them.
“Ha, yeah, sure that works,” you sheepishly smiled.
“So, where were we? Oh right! Let’s see what. was. so. bad.” he grinned, poking your belly button between words.
Oh shit, oh fuck, this was bad.
Poe wasted no time wiggling his finger inside your belly button. You laughed hysterically, while feeling your crotch tense up. Fuck you were so wet, and there wasn’t really anything your could do about it.
“Hm, I feel like you were laughing harder when I did this!” Poe suddenly switched to clawing at your stomach and pinching your side, drawing boisterous laughter from you.
Suddenly Poe got a look in his eyes. In a flash, before you could react Poe started blowing raspberries into the soft skin of your stomach.
“AHAhahahHA POEHOHO,” you screamed. Tickly shocks were being sent all over your stomach. It tickled so bad, and Poe’s mouth was on you, your brain was going into overdrive when Poe blew a huge raspberry right on top of your belly button.
“HahHA AHHhaha– OHHhh,” you moaned. Fuck you moaned. Maybe he didn’t notice–-"
“Mmmm I want to hear that again,” Poe groaned.
His lips still on your navel, he looked up at you. Smiling against your skin, he gently kissed your belly button. You giggled and moaned again as he pressed another raspberry into you.
His lips against you were blissful torture. His slight stubble brushed against your stomach as he kissed and blew into your belly button. He was so gentle and methodical. You giggled and moaned gently as he worked his way around and inside your navel, dipping his tongue inside brought sweet moans and laughs from your lips.
You couldn’t take much more of this, you knew. Through giggles, you hiccuped, “Plehease, anywhehere elhehse.”
Poe took his tongue out of your belly button and dragged it across your stomach.
“You know what,” he pondered, “I’m going to be gone on a mission tomorrow, with only portions to eat. I think I should treat myself to a full rib meal!”
“Noho no waihaihaihaiT!”
Poe began nibbling at one side of your ribcage as he clawed his hand at the other.
“Mmmm tasty, tasty, ribs~” Poe teased.
His hand crawled up your ribcage like a ladder, landing right below your shirt line.
“Oh dear, I think this is getting in the way,” Poe tugged gently at the bottom of your tank top. He looked at you for confirmation, and once he saw your very slight nod, he let your arms out from under his knees and whipped your shirt over your head.
Your nipples felt hard, exposed to the air of the room. Poe stared down at you for a minute, seeming to take you in.
“Maker, you’re so beautiful,” he said.
You blushed as he started scratching at your ribs again. You clamped your arms, down giggling as he worked his way up, stopping to prod extra at spots that made you squirm. You laughed and stuttered, begging him,
“Poehoho, pleahease POeE hAHAhAHA,”
“Please what? Keep going? Okay,” Poe smiled and jammed his fingers into your armpits. You howled with laughter, trying desperately to clamp your arms down with no avail.
He let off a bit, letting you rest. You giggled without him even touching you. So sensitive, he thought. Your nipples, pink and hard, were bouncing right in front of him. Taunting him, teasing him. When a thought struck him.
“Hey, does this tickle~?” Poe gently brushed his thumb over the tip of your nipple. You gasped and giggled in response.
Fuck that felt good. You were now incredibly horny from all of the teasing and tickling, this was too much. He gripped your sides just under your arms, and used both thumbs to lightly brush your nipples.
“Fuuuuuck–ahHaha,” you groaned.
Poe bit his lip as he experimented with pinching, brushing, and fluttering his fingers over your nipples. Everything resulted in some mixture of moaning and giggling. You were going mad. This was worse than your belly button, way worse and you were so wet and tight you just couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fuck Poe, fuck, I’m so turned on please do something I can’t–”
Without a word he closed his lips around your nipple and rolled it between his teeth. A jolt of pleasure ran through you as you moaned gratefully.
Suddenly he started flicking his tongue over the tip of your nipple while rolling it between his teeth.
“HaHeY– oh fuCK,” you were short circuting, and fast. The pleasure of him on you and the tickling and the fact that he was doing this on purpose all to pleasure you was too much.
He started to brush over your other nipple while the other was in his mouth and you couldn’t do it anymore,
Poe withdrew in an instant and looked down at you. He gave you a few seconds to catch your breath and get all of your residual giggles out.
“You can… you can cum from that?” He asked, surprised.
Sheepishly you looked back at him, “Uh-um, yes? I guess, it hasn’t happened that many times before usually it doesn’t get to that.”
“Why not… that was… fuck that was so hot,” he breathed.
“Fuck, Poe, I– you’re embarrassing me, I don’t usually tell people about this stuff until we’re serious,”
You weren’t sure why you said it that way or why you said it at all, but the look of shock and confusion came over Poe’s face.
“We’re not serious?”
“Uh… I don’t know?”
“Well are you seeing anyone else?” he asked
“No, but I thought you were. You know playboy hot shot and all that,” you muttered.
“No. It’s only you. It’s been you since we started fooling around. I–I care about you so much. We’re friends, but we’re partners and roommates, and–”
You cut him off, embracing him with a passionate kiss. You had wanted this for so long and now it was finally happening.
“I’m yours, all yours,” you breathed.
“And I’m yours, darling,” Poe returned.
Your crotch throbbed, reminding you of the events that had just unfolded minutes ago. While you were so fucking happy about this, you were still thoroughly aroused and could really use some help.
“Well then I guess we are serious, which means I’ll let you finish what you started, if you’d like~” you teased.
“Always,” Poe smiled, as he kissed you, pushing you back onto the bed.
Hoping to have it out by next week. This is my first fic so I’m pretty self conscious about it haha. Trying to make sure that it’s looking good, yano?
Here’s a quick sneak peek below the cut :3
(Constructive feedback is always accepted, pls direct message if possible)
Star Wars fic (Poe x reader)
Warnings:
NSFW tickling kink, pinning, swearing, very hot and heavy ~
Poe walked back to the room, pleasantly buzzed. He had a good night with the others at the Cantina, but he was a little worried that you didn’t show up. Mixed between worried and frustrated, he kept telling himself you would be in your room, or that you were still out on your mission. You would never purposefully stand him up, would you?
Opening the door, he noticed the light was on, and you were sacked out under the sheets with a foot sticking out under the covers.
He sighed with relief that you were okay. You looked so adorable curled up in the bed. He was also a little irked that you had gone straight to bed instead of calling to let him know that you wouldn’t be coming.
“You sleepy little thing,” Poe mumbled to himself.
Poe wouldn’t admit it, but he wanted to feel you. He missed you the week that you were gone. He couldn’t sleep well when the room felt so empty without you. But he was hoping he could at least fall asleep with you before he left on his next mission tomorrow. Not really thinking about it; only wanting to feel your skin against his, he lightly brushed his hand against your foot.
Poe raised his eyebrows as he heard a giggle from under the covers. You stirred but were clearly still asleep. A fiendish grin appeared on his face.
"Oh, this will be fun'" he whispered to himself.
He skittered his fingers over your foot for a few seconds. He smiled as you giggled again. He tried poking and prodding different parts. You gently giggled and kicked out your foot a bit.
He was having fun testing out what he could do without waking you. He scribbled at the base of your toes, when suddenly you let out a gentle moan.
Bewildered for a moment, he was certain about what he had just heard.
A moan. He knew that moan. He had heard it before when…
Is she… turned on by this?
That’s hot.
The two of you had gotten hot and heavy on a few occasions, but never talked about kinks. He had no idea this was something you liked, but he was fully ready to exploit it.
Especially because he knew he could tease you endlessly about it.
So I've been on Tumblr a long time. I've been writing for a long time. I enjoy reading tickle fics a lot.
There some ideas I've had for fics that I want to try and write. They probably won't be very good but even if no one else reads them I'd like to have them documented for myself :)
