Little bit of a drabble! Nothing too long, short tickle fic while I work on school stuff and my first request!
Just a gremlin little AbsoluteSolver drone who’s a bit feisty when they’re hangry and a Disassembly Drone who’s knows how to make them settle down
Ler!V x Lee!GN!Solver!Reader
“I swear to god, if N and Uzi aren’t back with the oil in the next minute, I’m going feral and hunting down the next Worker I see.”
“And that’s why I’m on Y/n watch.” V huffed, glancing over at the smaller Worker Drone seated on the floor. V was siting beside you, arms crossed as she leaned back against the wall. She was on the floor with for now, trying to keep you from wandering off restlessly.
“Meh meh meh, Y/n watch is unnecessary… but seriously, I need oil.” You couldn’t help but pout, arms crossing to mirror her.
“I know you do, but you can wait. Only your wings and tail have sprouted, so you have quite a bit of time until you reach the point of overheating.” V rolled her yellow eyes, gaze briefly flicking up to see your tail’s critter head nomming on one of her yellow nanite acid-filled headlights. She heaved an agitated sigh, swatting away the little parasite. “Yeah, just wings and tail. Especially your tail.”
“But Veeeeeeee… I need oillllll. This is still one of my first few times and I hate waiting around like this!” You snapped back at her, languidly rolling over into her lap from the side, sprawled out now with your wing flopped open on the floor on one side away from her and the other furled at my opposite side against her stomach.
She shot you a light glare, unamused by her partner’s whining. “Y/n, if you don’t shut up about oil, I’m about to duck-tape you to the wall until the lovebirds come back. Believe me, I know about the hunting urges. You’re fine.”
“Ughhhhhhhh…” You groaned in annoyance, feeling your stomach rumble not even a beat after. Stupid things programmed into the drones. That was completely unnecessary to program the sensation of hunger when requiring a refuel!
“Y/n.” V hissed under her breath, glower sharpening as she stared down at you. She needed a way to keep you occupied, and fast, before she had you launching out of her lap to actually hunt down your fellow Colony drones.
She lightly jabbed at your rumbly stomach, mostly out of absent thought to express her annoyance, but what she didn’t expect was an abrupt squeak in response.
You froze, hand quickly slapped over your mouth when you realized what sound had slipped out. Damn it. Now she was given ideas.
“Well, I could always just distract you from your hangriness for now.” The Disassembly Drone shrugged, casual in her tone.
But it was deceptively nonchalant. She sat there for about two seconds longer before her hands suddenly sprung into action, fingers latching onto your sides before spidering up and down them. You immediately erupted into frantic giggles the moment her fingers touched down, squirming away as best as you could all sprawled out in her lap.
“Stop what~? I’m just distracting this very grouchy, hangry little Solver gremlin. Keeping your mind off oil.” She gleefully replied, all too giddy when it came to your torture, apparently. “Hmmmmm… let’s test these wings of yours, actually. See if they flap well in such a dreadfully hungry condition you’re in.”
And her fingers darted up to skitter along your wings, which instantly flared out from the touch, though itching to furl back in soon after. Hard to do in her lap like this. Her fingers were relentless, lightly dancing across the organic-like material of your wings, tracing along membranes and testing out every inch of them she could reach from her position.
Then she turned her attention more inward, mischievous fingers traveling from the outer edges in, lightly digging into the inner section, where the bases connected to your torso. Essentially a “wing pit” of sorts, which proved to be incredibly effective as you let out a shriek.
”See, this is what you get for being a pianist in the ass when you crave oil. Awh, look at those cute little fangs. I guess those popped in too, huh~?” V hummed in response, smirk tugging at her lips as she noticed the grin plastered across your face, unconcealed with both your hands swatting at her own. Little fangs poked out of your grin, another trait passed on down through the Solver gene.
You could only wonder if the wing sensitivity was passed on to. That is, if you could think straight. V just dug her fingers in the wing pits as rough as she could while maintaining the ticklish attack, and your thrashed around in her lap with a squeal and more uncontrollable streams of laughter.
V, enjoying this all too much, kept it up for at least another few minutes before slowing her tormenting fingers to a stop, resting against your wings while you laid there, panting for artificial breath.
Once you caught it, you glanced back up at her with a weak glare, though rendered entirely useless by the linger smile plastered forcefully on your face. Visor flushed with heat from it all, you shakily propped yourself to now sit up in her lap, wings limp behind you as your tail was.
“Th-That— That was mean.”
“Mm, I know~”
“Oh shut up with that tone.”
“You love it anyway.” V just scoffed in return, giving your side one last jab for good measure in return for your sass. Then she shifted to wrap her arms around your waist, tugging you closer in her lap now that you were chest to chest.
“Mmh… whatever.” You heaved a pouting sigh, but shifted to rest your chest against her shoulder while she burrowed her face in the crook of your neck.
Well, you wouldn’t complain about this. Now a bit more tuckered out and comfy in your girlfriend’s arms and lap, you could wait a bit for oil.
Just a little longer.
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Ok drabble over! How’d we like it? Wrote this way past midnight lmao
well. HAPPY TICKLETOBER EVERYBODY!!!! I've been working so, so hard on these fics, so hopefully you should plenty of content from me this month!! some of these fics will be the ones I should've posted last year and some will be ones for this year. i really hope you enjoy!! this is a tickle fic for Murder Drones!! i havent watched it, so some characters might be inaccurate, sorry- anyways, lets go!! first fic of tktober GO-
this is a fic requested by @xavitron883!! thank you so much for the request!! <3333
this is for TKTober using the prompt list by @august-anon
The bunker was unusually quiet. There were no alarms, no explosions, no chaos outside the steel walls, just the faint hum of Uzi's tools as she crouched over a half-finished contraption. Her goggles were pushed up into her hair, eyes narrowed with stubborn concentration as sparks occasionally flared from her welding torch.
N leaned against the wall, a few feet away, watching. Not in a creepy way, of course. Just... curious. He liked seeing Uzi in her element. The way her wings twitched when she got frustrated, the way her scowl deepened when a screw didn't fit just right, it was kind of adorable.
"You're staring again," Uzi muttered without looking up.
"Am I?" N asked, tilting his head with mock innocence.
"Yes," she deadpanned, tightening a bolt. "Stop hovering. It's distracting."
N pushed himself off the wall, hands clasped behind his back. He walked closer, his grin subtle. Hovering was what he did. And judging by the way Uzi's shoulders tensed whenever he leaned over her workbench, he had a sneaking suspicion there was more to it than just "distraction."
Tonight felt like the perfect time to test that theory.
N sidled up beside her, leaning down as though to inspect her device. His hand, though, hovered suspiciously near her side. Not touching, just lingering in that space close enough to notice.
Uzi froze mid-twist of her screwdriver. Her head turned slowly, eyes narrowing at the empty air just above her ribs. "Don't," she warned flatly.
"Don't what?" N asked, his tone pure sugar. "I didn't even do anything."
Her glare sharpened. "You're thinking about it. That's enough."
He chuckled softly, straightening but leaving his hand dangling tantalizingly close. "Thinking isn't illegal yet, last I checked."
Uzi snapped her wings tighter around herself, trying to appear unbothered. But N caught the tiniest twitch in her expression, the faintest flicker of anticipation. And oh, that was too tempting.
N drew slow circles in the air with his fingers, hovering them near her ribs. He even let out an exaggerated gasp. "Oh, no, look how close I am. Tragic, really. One little slip and- oops."
His fingertip tapped her side lightly.
Uzi jolted like she'd been shocked. She immediately swatted at his hand, screwdriver clattering against the floor. "N!"
"What? That wasn't even a tickle," he protested innocently. He pocked again, quicker this time, and her wings gave a betraying twitch.
"Q-Quihit it!" she snapped, curling away, though the corners of her mouth were twitching like she was fighting a smile.
N leaned closer, voice dropping into a conspiratorial murmur. "Ohhh... your wings twitched. That's interesting."
Her glare sharpened. "Bite me."
He grinned, chin propped on one hand like he had all the time in the world. "Tempting, but I think I'd rather see how long you can hold out."
Her fists clenched. Her whole body screamed with tension, anticipation coiled like a spring. She tried to keep her usual tough-girl posture, but the longer N's fingers hovered, the more restless she got.
Without warning, N darted his fingers into her side, skittering them playfully.
Uzi erupted. Laughter burst from her like a crack in a dam, harsh and uncontained. "N-!! StoHoHoHOP!! IhIHI swHEHEHEHAR-!" She twisted violently, almost knocking her workbench over in her thrashing.
He laughed along with her, dodging her flailing arms. "Youhu're soho juhumpy! I barely touched you."
"Shuhut- shuhut uhuhup!" she squealed through gritted teeth, shoving at his chest. But her eyes squeezed shut, her grin fighting its way out despite her best efforts.
N only teased her side for a few moments before pulling back, hands raised like he'd completed a science experiment. "See? Now that wasn't so bad, right?"
Uzi glared at him, chest heaving, cheeks flushed. "Doho that again and IhIHI'll-"
Her threat dissolved into a strangled giggle as his fingers hovered dangerously close to her hips. He wasn't even touching her yet, and she was already twitching.
"Ohhh~," N sing-songed, grinning wide, "I think I found something even better~!" N tilted his head, eyes gleaming with playful curiosity. "You're already squirming, and I haven't even touched your hips yet. That... feels important."
Before Uzi could scramble away, N caught her wrists in one hand and pinned them lightly against the workbench. His grip wasn't tight, just enough to keep her from smacking him in the face while she thrashed.
"Lehet me go!" she barked, kicking out.
"Not until I confirm my hypothesis," N replied sweetly. His free hand hovered just over her hips, fingers twitching dramatically. "Do you think you can hold out?"
She pressed her lips together, glaring daggers at him.
He struck. Fingers digging into Uzi's hips in quick, wiggling motions.
Uzi's response was immediate and violent. She shrieked, laughter tearing out of her throat as her legs kicked wildly. "N!! YOuHuhu- YOuhUHuu JeheheHEErk!! StohOhOhOP!!"
Her tough-girl mask shattered. She bucked against N's hold, twisting with every ounce of gremlin energy in her body.
N laughed gently, keeping the pace playful rather than overwhelming. "Wow, you're loud. I'm impressed!" Thinking he'd give her hips a break, N shifted his hand, brushing along the edges of her wings.
Uzi screeched. The sound cracked halfway between a laugh and a startled yelp. Her wings snapped tight against her back, but not before he traced just along the sensitive edges.
"Ohhh, that's even worse, huh?" N teased, his tone light, curious, affectionate. "You're all curled up already."
She couldn't form words, just hiccupy laughter and growls, squirming so hard she nearly toppled both of them.
After a few moments, he slowed, pulling his hands back, tilting his head with concern. "Hey, you still good?"
Panting, Uzi shot him a glare through her flushed face. "Youhuhuhu're... dehehead," she wheezed, even as she was still giggling.
N released her wrists, stepping back with a satisfied smile. "It's more fun when you just trust me."
Uzi slumped against the workbench, hair sticking up in every direction. "Bihite me..." she muttered, but there was no real venom in it.
He chuckled, straightening. "I'll take that as a thank-you."
Her eyes narrowed. "You know you're not getting away with that, right?"
N blinked innocently. "Getting away with what?"
Before he could react, Uzi lunged forward, fingers aimed at his ribs. "Your turn, idiot!!"
His startled laugh echoed in the bunker, and the tables turned fast.
