#ler!logan

[oliviaischillin1204]

wake up call

Pairing: Romantic Analogince (Roman/Virgil/Logan)

Word Count: 1,476 Words

roman is lee in like 70% of the fics i have drafted rn. i just want to Wreck him

"Is he seriously still asleep?"

Virgil's voice came from the direction of Roman's bedroom door. He couldn't look at him to check, but he could imagine the fondly exasperated look on Virgil's face as he watched Roman 'sleep'. He was lying on his stomach, his face shoved into a pillow, and even with his eyes innocently closed he could tell how bright it was in his bedroom. He was supposed to get up hours ago, yet here he was.

"I've knocked on his door three times, and nothing," Logan added. He must've joined Virgil in Roman's doorway; Roman felt his heart flutter a bit at the idea that his partners were both watching him sleep.

It was silent for a few long seconds. Roman thought they might've left again, until Virgil spoke.

"Well, you know he needs the sleep," he said, voice strangely measured. "He was up late last night, and we had a lot of work to do yesterday... and plus you tickled him for like an hour before he fell asleep."

Roman inhaled so quickly he nearly choked. Oh. Oh, fuck.

"Ah, yes, I'd almost forgotten about that," Logan continued. "Only because we do it so frequently, it's practically routine to tickle Roman to sleep every night."

Oh, fuck both of them. Roman absolutely was going to make them pay for this stunt later-- if he could get through this without blowing his cover.

"Yeah, he's pretty loud when he gets tickled," Virgil said. "I was in the kitchen with Patton and we both heard it. Kinda... squeal-y, and shriek-y."

"Ah, that must have been when he said he could keep his arms up for five minutes straight. I told him we could stick to gentler tickles to help him wind down, but you know how he is."

They both laughed lowly, and Roman could feel his face getting hot. It's one thing for the two of them to talk about him like he's not even there-- it's even worse when he can't even try to fight back in some way without ruining his plan.

"What was that one thing he does? When he drops his arms almost all the way down again 'cause it tickles too much, but then he just sorta folds his elbows over his face, like he's trying to hide? It's pretty freaking funny."

"Especially since it blocks his vision and prevents him front anticipating the other hand moving toward his torso. We had a lot of fun with that last night-- I believe I found a new freckle, above his right hip, that seemed to be quite sensitive to spider tickles."

Virgil snorted. "Oh, yeah? I'll have to remember that for later... poor little Princey. He has no idea what he's in for as soon as he wakes up."

No, no, no teasing. The butterflies fluttering around his stomach were already bad enough.

"Roman..." Logan's voice was nearly a coo, and Roman fought the urge to shiver as he suddenly realized his partner must be standing right by his bed. "I do hope you're not pretending to be asleep when we've asked you so politely to get up."

He felt the logical side move to sit gingerly on the edge of the bed. He considered throwing in a fake snore, but decided that would be too much.

Especially when, all of sudden, he felt Logan's hand running through his hair. And then he felt Logan's nails running through his hair.

It took every single thing in Roman not to squirm then and there and ruin the whole game.

"We miss you," Logan said softly, and really that wasn't even fair, because if they're planning what Roman knows they're planning, then he was purposefully trying to be romantic and gentle in that way that made Roman's heart flutter in his chest. Stupid smart boyfriends and their stupid observation skills.

Another dip on his other side told him Virgil had joined him on the bed; he forced himself to stay still when he felt a warm hand rub up and down his back. "We have literally nothing to do today. Give it up to Janus on finally booking in that self-care day. And if we do end up doing any work, then everyone is gonna get to see the genius ideas you came up with yesterday. You did good, Princey."

Bastards, bastards, bastards. Roman's tummy would be full of butterflies just from the compliments and validation alone. Pairing it with the gentlest of tickles was overkill.

He could just give in. Roll over, get good morning kisses from his two favorite people in the whole world, and return the love they've showered onto him tenfold. But no one ever accused Roman of giving up from a fight, so his eyes stayed closed and his breathing stayed measured.

At least, until Virgil suddenly curved his fingers so his nails were the ones running up and down Roman's back. He kept his hand right along the spine, which wasn't so bad for Roman, but with every motion he let his fingers creep closer, closer, closer to the backs of Roman's ribs. Those horrible, wonderful tickle spots that Roman was utterly incapable of ignoring. He felt himself begin to tremble, and he wondered if Virgil could feel it, too.

Logan hummed, and suddenly his hand had moved, too, to gently brush and wiggle against Roman's ear. He softly scratched below the lobe, where Roman's ear met his jawline.

It took everything in Roman not to smile, not to scrunch his neck up, not to laugh. He ached to laugh, to wiggle and kick his legs and squirm away from his lovers' hands... and maybe even to be held so tightly, wrapped up in someone's arms, while the other let their hands trail all over his body in retaliation for sleeping late. Or each of his partners could grab one wrist, keeping him so vulnerable between them as they take turns inspecting each one of his tickle spots. Maybe-

"Alright, enough of this," Virgil said, before shoving both arms under Roman's chest and flipping him over onto his back like a pancake. "Time to wake up."

Roman had approximately 0.1 seconds to take a deep breath before both Logan and Virgil dived in with reckless abandon. Gone were the gentle, soft, nearly soothing tickles they'd began with; now Logan was leaning over to dig his thumbs into Roman's underarms while Virgil vibrated his hands all over Roman's soft stomach.

Immediately Roman screamed, eyes shooting open and limbs desperately trying to coordinate some way to defend himself, but his barely-awake brain coupled with the devious double attack left him beyond delirious and without any way to save himself. Virgil leaned down, letting his own morning stubble graze Roman's side while he massaged his tummy, and Logan dropped himself down to murmurs soft coos into Roman's ear that he couldn't even comprehend over how much his warm breath set his ear and neck alight with tingles.

"Nahaha- wahaha- wait!" he gasped. The tickles slowed, but his partners didn't pull away.

"Wakey wakey," Virgil purred, leaning down to leave slow, soft kisses against Roman's midsection. Roman's legs kicked weakly.

"Not fair," he whined. His ear seemed to vibrate with the sound of Logan's low laughter, before he, too, was peppering the spot with gentle kisses. Roman snorted; he couldn't decide which way to move his head (towards the kisses or away from the tickles?). Luckily, Logan made the decision for him, pressing his mouth even closer to Roman's ear so he couldn't scrunch his neck.

"It's time to get up, darling."

Each syllable sent breath against Roman's ear and shivers run up and down his spine. It was horrible, absolutely horrible- Roman could do nothing but squeal and buck against the bed, where Virgil's own kisses and wandering hands were still attacking his tummy.

"Plehehease..." he begged. His smile nearly ached, but he couldn't feel anything other than the soft warmth that came from being adored by his partners. Blissfully, his partners seemed to listen: Logan pecked his kisses down until he was merely kissing Roman's shoulder through his shirt, and Virgil folded his hands and rested his chin on them as he smirked up at his bedraggled boyfriend.

"That was," Roman continued through catching his breath, "utterly uncalled for."

"We warned you, dude," Virgil shot back. "You could've gotten up at any time."

"I was asleep!"

Virgil snorted. "Uh huh."

"I was!"

"Whatever you say, dear," Logan murmured. Roman opened his mouth to continue arguing, but suddenly Logan was once again running his nails through Roman's hair, and any word of complaint disappeared as he moaned.

Virgil propped himself up further, and even in his blissed-out state Roman could make out the softness in his gaze.

"You know what? I think you should sleep in every day."

#my posts #my writing #tickling #tickle fic #tickle community #sanders sides tickling #lee!roman #ler!virgil #ler!logan #drafted on december 27 2021 #wake up call

[fluffomatic]

Logan has a fun way of teasing~! He loves pointing out that Virgil being super ticklish is actually not surprising due to the science of tickling! Well it really doesn't matter what Logan would say, Virgil will get flustered no matter what

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

#my art #my artwork #tickling #tickle art #tickle #tickles #my art stuff #lee!virgil #ticklish!virgil #ler!logan #sfw tickles #platonic tickles

[why-not-a-tickle-blog]

Virgil’s Voice

Roman walked into the living room, gently leading a blushing Virgil. Virgil was dressed in a loose tank top and shorts, with a ribbon loosely binding his wrists together and a soft headband covering his eyes.

“Greetings, book nerd and Padre, I have an announcement to make,” Roman said proudly, looping an arm around Virgil’s waist. “This darling ticklish emo would very much enjoy a thorough tickling, with several conditions.”

Patton leaned forward, curious, and Logan raised his eyebrows.

Roman grinned. “He has a few requests for the type of tickles we provide, but the most important is that he would rather not need to talk. As such, I will be his voice. We have discussed this all very thoroughly beforehand, right Virgil?”

Virgil nodded, biting his lip nervously.

Roman guided Virgil with the arm around his waist into the center of the room, and taking the ribbon gently, raised his arms above his head.

“If you two would enjoy participating, I’ll ask that you begin with soft traces and gentle scribbles.”

Patton was the first to stand, approaching Virgil and starting with just placing his hand against Virgil’s side.

“A very good choice, Patton,” Roman praised, both to show appreciation for Patton’s participation and also to inform Virgil of who was touching him. “He would very much appreciate if you tickle his sides and ribs.”

Virgil let out a little giggle, even before Patton did anything else.

“Aww, my cute little kiddo~” Patton coed, tracing his fingers just under the edge of Virgil’s tank top.

Virgil burst into light, easy giggles, slightly wiggling back and forth.

Logan was enticed closer by the happy sounds, and approached Virgil from behind, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Ahh, there you are, Specs,” Roman said. “If you choose to go after his armpits, do so gently, we want plenty of warmup.”

“Are you certain you’re comfortable, Virgil?” Logan asked.

Virgil nodded and leaned against Logan.

“He’s experiencing a desire to be non-verbal at the moment,” Roman explained. “I’m sure when he gets his words back he’ll be happy to explain more to you himself.”

“I see,” Logan said, in a tone more of curiosity than understanding. “I would enjoy that conversation with you, Virgil, when you’re ready.”

Virgil nodded again, tipping his head back to smile in Logan’s general direction.

Logan’s face grew very soft, and he trailed his fingers gently over Virgil’s neck, spidering softly just under his ear.

Virgil snickered and scrunched up his shoulders slightly, but then deliberately tipped his head to expose more of his neck to Logan’s fingers.

“Awww, you’re so ready to be tickled~” Roman teased gently, tracing his free hand ever so gently in one of Virgil’s armpits, and standing so that Virgil could lean against him.

Virgil melted into the soft tickles, giggling and blushing at the gentle teases and affection from the three of them.

Patton moved slowly from Virgil’s side to his belly, squishing and scribbling lightly, which made Virgil go from giggles to laughs.

Logan also shifted spots, tracing in Virgil’s other armpit similarly to how Roman was, but in a more fluttery scribbly way.

Once Virgil had been tickled gently for several minutes, and was starting to lean heavier on Roman, Roman sat down on the couch with Virgil in his lap. Roman lifted Virgil’s bound hands up and behind his head, and rucked up his tank too so that all of his belly was exposed.

“If one of you would be so kind as to take care of his feet, and the other his belly and especially that giggle button,” Roman said with a grin. “I will tickle under his arms, and we can all enjoy the laughs and snorts and other delightful sounds our gigglebug will surely make.”

Virgil gave a giggly whine, trying half-heartedly to hide his face in his arm.

Roman scribbled gently in both his armpits, and Virgil quickly melted against him, giggling and squirming adorably.

Patton sat down on the floor, taking Virgil’s feet into his lap, and spidering up and down his soles.

“You have the most important spot,” Roman told Logan. “He’s less ticklish on his feet and armpits, but his giggle button will truly have him drowning in tickles.”

Logan’s grin was large and sneaky as he summoned a small makeup brush.

Roman nodded emphatically, scribbling down Virgil’s sides and holding his hips.

The instant the brush touched Virgil’s bellybutton he squeaked, and then snorted, his squirming increasing greatly. Roman wrapped his arms around Virgil’s hips to hold him in place.

He and Virgil had discussed what to do if either of the others summoned a tool, and which tools Virgil was comfortable with and where. A makeup brush on his bellybutton? Not only ok, but desired. Roman would’ve summoned one himself later on if Logan and Patton hadn’t thought of it.

Virgil’s squeaks and snorts and laughter were absolutely delightful, and Logan clearly thought the same, as he happily continued brushing in and around Virgil’s bellybutton.

“Can I have a tool too?” Patton whispered, trying to get Roman’s attention without alerting Virgil.

Roman summoned a small round brush with stiff bristles for Patton.

Patton grinned and mouthed ‘thank you’, before going to town on Virgil’s feet with the brush, and reaching up for the backs of his knees with gentle scribbling.

Virgil held out for several minutes before tapping his fingers twice against Roman’s head, the signal for slowing down a little.

Roman released Virgil’s hips, so he could more successfully evade the makeup brush, and went back to gentle tracing in Virgil’s armpits.

Virgil’s laughter and giggles were getting a little tired sounding, but Roman waited for his next signal. It was nearly five minutes later, when his wiggling could no longer escape Logan’s relentless brushing on his sweet spot, that he tapped three times.

“Alright, it seems our giggly dear is tiring out,” Roman said for him. “You don’t need to stop immediately, but let’s slow down and be done in a minute or two. If one of you would so kindly fetch a sweet drink and perhaps a snack, we would be very grateful.”

Both Logan and Patton hugged Virgil once they were done tickling him, murmuring praises and affection and love.

Logan went off to get the drink while Roman gently rubbed all the tickly spots. He lowered Virgil’s hands back down to his lap, pulling the ribbon free and rubbing his wrists and shoulders to be sure he wasn’t sore. Virgil readjusted the headband to keep his hair out of his quite pink face.

“Was it all you had hoped?” Roman asked.

Virgil’s smile told him everything he needed to know.

Virgil curled into him, and Roman held him close in a cuddle. “I’m glad.”

#my fic #sanders sides tickling #tickle fic #lee!virgil #ler!patton #ler!roman #ler!logan #I haven’t written ticklefic in aaaaaaages #wow it’s nice to come back to

[theoncelee]

Hi! @galactickles so sorry this is super duper late (seriously please don’t hate me, or do, it’s May I wouldn’t blame you) but I was your Squealing Santa!! Thank you @hypahticklish for orchestrating it this year. I know people usually do just Christmas stuff for these, but I’m half Jewish and wanted to write about both holidays because I love them both so much. Hope that’s ok :)

Again I’m so sorry 😭😭 I’m a horrible person

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship: Logince (romantic)

Warnings: This is a tickle fic. Some capital text. Other than that nothing this is pure fluff.

Summary: High School AU where Roman and Logan are around 16/17 and dating. Roman is Christian and Logan is Jewish. The two decide to spend December showing each other what’s great about their respective holidays. Chaos and tickling ensues.

Merry Chanukkah

Roman and Logan had only been dating for only around six months when winter rolled around. The second the clock struck midnight on November 1st Roman was in full Christmas mode. Christmas was his all time favorite holiday, how could it not be? There were presents, and loud decorations, and cuddling by the fire, and hot cocoa, and the people he loved most. But his favorite person in the whole wide world, his boyfriend Logan, was Jewish. So he didn’t even celebrate Christmas! He’d probably never even had a proper Christmas, and wasn’t that a sad thought to be having at midnight. So Roman resolved that this year he was gonna make Logan experience Christmas. All the good non-religious bits, anyways. Christmas had never really been about God for Roman anyways. He more enjoyed the family and community aspect of it all.

Unfortunately, both Logan and Roman were absolutely swamped with schoolwork and activities for the entirety of November. Roman was starring in the fall play, and Logan was working hard with his team to get their phenomenal rubber band car ready for the Physics Olympics. Between their busy schedules and Thanksgiving, the two barely even saw each other. Come December, however, a rejuvenated Roman set his plan into action: Operation Make-Logan-Experience-Christmas.

Step one: Decorate the house.

On December 3rd, Roman invited Logan over with no explanation. When Logan pulled into Roman’s driveway he was surprised to find the guy looking extremely frustrated as he furiously attempted to untangle a massive string of lights.

“Ro? What’s going on? Are you ok?” Logan inquired as he exited his car. Roman dropped the lights, a huge smile blooming on his face,

“Hey! You made it! I’m just trying-and failing-to untangle these lights…haha. I wanted to show you all the joys of Christmas since, yknow, you’re Jewish and all. So I figured we could decorate my house together and then drink cocoa?” Logan huffed out a small laugh. His boyfriend was adorable.

“Sure”, he replied with a grin, “Hand me the lights”. He then proceeded to untangle them in one smooth motion, smirking when Roman’s jaw hit the floor.

As the hours wore on, the work was getting agonizingly slow. Especially for Logan who didn’t understand the point of putting lights on the house to begin with. It wasn’t practical; why were they doing it? So, when Roman stretched up to wrap a string of lights around a tree branch, Logan quickly wiggled two fingers in each of Roman’s underarms, eliciting a small shriek. Roman immediately whipped around, light pink dusting his cheeks.

“Dohon’t”, he giggled, voice wavering slightly. See, Logan didn’t get mischievous often, he found it childish. But, well, he was really bored. And maybe Roman was cute when he was tickled or whatever, shut up. Roman tentatively reached up again, and again he he found tickling fingers in his underarms, forcing him to slam his arms down with a squeal. The cycle continued a couple more times before Roman finally whipped around and tackled Logan, squeezing his sides with vigor.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ROHOHOHOMAN PLEEHEEHEEASE IHIM SOHORRY STAAHAHAHAAP”, he squealed.

“All right, all right,” Roman relented, “but only because we need to finish these decorations”. And as much as Logan hated to admit it, the decorations did end up pretty great in the end. They were loud and obnoxious and garish and PERFECT. This whole Christmas thing was actually pretty fun, and Logan thought the concept of Roman showing him his favorite parts of the holiday was pretty cute. And that’s what sparked Logan’s newest idea: Operation-Make-Roman-Experience-Chanukkah.

Which is how Roman found himself at Logan’s house on December 18, the first night of Chanukkah. Roman honestly didn’t know much about the holiday, so he was pretty excited. Logan’s family, of course, were delighted to have Roman over. Logan’s grandparents, although not fully understanding that the two boys were dating, were supportive and excited regardless. Roman watched as Logan’s dad lit the shammash with a fire stick and Logan got to light the first candle. Not being religious or motivated enough to actually dig out the yamaka’s, all the male family members simply placed a hand on their heads as Logan’s grandfather recited a prayer. Roman didn’t understand a word of the Hebrew, but he enthusiastically exclaimed “Amen!” with everyone else at the end. The family then sat down for dinner, where Roman proclaimed latkes to be his new favorite food and then proceeded to eat half the platter. After an incredible dinner, they sat on the floor for a rousing game of dreidel. Barely 10 minutes in Roman was losing quite spectacularly. Logan’s grandfather was winning again; no one could quite figure out how he always won a game entirely based on luck. Logan himself had quite a sizeable stack of chocolate gelt in front of him. And maybe Roman was feeling a bit mischievous, sue him. So he sneakily-not-so sneakily stole Logan’s stack of the biggest coins and slid it over to his meager pile. Logan merely gave Roman a side-eye and stole the coins back, but the glint in him eye told him Roman was SO getting it later.

And get it he did, because as soon as Roman and Logan were able to sneak away to Logan’s room, out of earshot from the adults downstairs, Logan wasted no time in pinning Roman to the bed.

“Eheheheh what?” Roman questioned.

“You stole from me. Now it’s time to pay” Logan replied dramatically whilst wiggling his fingers in the air. Romans eyes widened comically at the sight,

“You wouldn’t”.

“Oh I would”. With that Roman burst into laughter, which was only strange for one reason: Logan hadn’t actually started tickling him yet, which sent the shorter man into a flurry of giggles himself,

“ihi hahaven’t eheven tohouched you yehet”.

“Shut up” came the embarrassed reply.

“I’m gonna count to 10”, Logan proclaimed, much to Roman’s horror.

“1”

“nonono wait please don’t”

“2”

“Logan wait please I gave it back”

“3”

“It was a joke! I didn’t mean it! Please I’m sorry!”

“10.”

And with that, Roman couldn’t say much else as he had quickly descended into hysterics as Logan dug mercilessly into Roman’s ribs. He couldn’t even complain that Logan had skipped 4 5 6 7 8 and 9. That didn’t stop Logan from talking, however.

“Aww does that tickle? Is my Prince just sooo ticklish he can’t even handle just a few tickles on his wittle ribs?”

“I bet you’re sorry now. Was my gelt really worth this?”

“Can you stop laughing? I’m trying to talk to you. how rude!”

Roman meanwhile was dying as fingers were now spidering all over his tummy, leaving the poor boy in stitches.

“This will not end until you apologize for the stolen goods”

“Nehehever”

“Fine. I guess I’ll have to use drastic measures”. Logan’s hands began steadily creeping back up, awakening Roman’s ribs from their much deserved nap. They didn’t stop there however, a terrifying fact that Roman was coming to realize.

“No no no nohot there nohot there pleaheahease” he babbled helplessly, “I cahan’t tahake ihihit”

“Aww, but I thought you liked this Ro. Any last words?”

“Fuck you!” And those truly were his last words for awhile as Logan wormed his hands into Roman’s underarms and vibrated his fingers like ticklish shockwaves pulsing into Roman’s core. Roman was in the clouds. He couldn’t feel his surroundings and his eyes were squeezed shut. He could barely hear his own hysterical laughter over the deafening buzz of fire in his nerves. He couldn’t comprehend anything besides how much it tickled. The sensation blurred reality until he found himself wishing it would last forever while simultaneously needing it to stop that second. It was like oxygen that suffocated. He couldn’t stand it, but he needed it, more than he ever thought he’d need anything. But the feeling was quickly approaching “suffocating”. Fortunately, it suddenly stopped. Reality rushed back through him. Dull tingles racing through his body, soft sheets under him, warm and grounding Logan on top of him. Hands were on his face, in his hair, making sure he was okay.

“Thanks..Logi. That was- fuck”

“Anytime Ro” Logan smiled softly before slipping back into his “mad” voice,

“That’ll teach you not to steal from the great professor!”

“Oh yeah?” Roman questioned as he picked himself off the bed and switched their positions with admittedly little resistance from his boyfriend.

“I think you’ve got a lesson of your own to learn teach.” He said before lowering his voice to a low whisper,

“No-one messes with the prince and makes it out unscathed” And then Logan was in hysterics as the tables turned, fingers on his neck, his ears, his sides all tickling with too much vigor for someone who’d just been tickled to hysterics themselves. The sensations were simultaneously too much and too little, altogether overstimulating while his body kept craving more, more, more as he leaned into the touch instead of away, a fact which Roman was all too eager to point out.

“Aww enjoying yourself there Logi-bear? Is the great professor enjoying his wittle tickles?”

“NO! I HAHAHATE YOUHOUHOO”

“Do you now? I’m not hearing a stop~” At that Logan fell silent because truthfully he was enjoying the affection from his boyfriend. That’s what the holidays were about, after all. Not candles, or decorations, or silly games with spinning tops and chocolate. They were about creating silly memories with the people you love the most. And as he was laughing himself horse, Logan hoped Roman would be there to make these memories with him for many more Christmases and Chanukkahs to come. Because Roman brought happiness and laughter into Logan’s life. And Logan didn’t want to stop laughing for a long time. And so he wouldn’t. ;)

I hope this is okay writing wise. I don’t really know what I’m doing but I’m doing my best.

Again I am so so so so fucking sorry uhhh happy Easter? Memorial Day I guess?? I’m so mad at myself for this I procrastinated way too long I don’t even have a good excuse anymore.

#tickle fic #my fics #December in May I guess #lee!logan #lee!roman #ler!logan #ler!roman #switch!logan #switch!roman #sandersides tickle #logince #logince tickle

[i-tis-fight-or-flight-peoples]

Idk what to call this but it's fluff, teasing, and tickles.

Virgil doesn't know how exactly this happened, but right now he was pinned to the couch with 4 sides looking at him mischievously. One second he was having a Lee mood, which he happened to be trying to hide, while watching his favorite cartoon show with Janus, Patton, Roman, and Logan.

"Aww, look at the tickle-me-emo, he's already all red!~" Roman coos over the youngest side.

"Aww, Virg! That's adorable!" Patton sequels while still sitting on his arms with his fingers hovering over Virgil's armpits.

"Is nohooht!" Virgil said as a few giggles slipped out.

"Aww, and already giggling too!~" Janus declares, sitting on Virgil's calf and one hand holding back the anxious sides toes with the other hovering over Virgil's foot.

"Shuhut uhup snake face!" Virgil giggled, getting more flustered with every second that slowly passes by.

"I do believe, the clear redness in his face also clearly says how flustered he is." Logan says in his normal mono-toned voice, although this time it has a hint of playfulness.

"uhugh! Now you got Logan into this too! Let me gohooho!" Virgil yells, clearly not meaning a word of his whiny protest.

Without further thought all the aspects pinning him started tickling their respective place, Logan and Janus on Virgil's feet, Patton on his arms and upper ribs, and Roman on his upper body and hips. Vigil went into instant peels of laughter, squeals, giggles, and snorts.

"Aww, he's not fighting this at all, huh little lee?~" Roman says as he zero's his finger into Virgil's belly button, turning the youngest and shortest boy into silent laughter which was a sign to slow to a stop. Eventually they all stopped and Patton got the giggling boy some water. Virgil took the water happily and drank most of it before cuddling into Roman and eventually falling asleep in the boys arms, feeling safer and more at peace.

Sry, it's short. I'm very new to this type thing so be kind and if you know how I can write these better plz tell me<3 Other then that I hope everyone has a lovely rest of your day and peaceful dreams.

#lee!virgil #ler!roman #ler!patton #ler!logan #ler!janus #t wording #tickling #twording #sander sides #sanders sides #sanders sides tickling #tword community

[practickles]

Share the Burden (Squealing Santa 2022 II)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Lees: Logan Sanders, Janus Sanders (briefly)

Lers: Janus Sanders, Logan Sanders (briefly)

Written platonic but completely ambiguous relationship

Word Ct: 2k

Warnings: Tickles

Squealing Santa gift for @switch-writer using the prompt "I’m a sucker for Tickle Fights or helping someone loosen up and laugh a little."

I actually really enjoyed doing this, I love their dynamic. I hope I did it justice but please be prepared for them to be horrifically out of character as it has been a good couple years since I interacted with the fandom. I really do apologize for the delay on this, I've actually had it done for about a week and COMPLETELY forgot to post it. That's completely on me. I'd say happy holidays but it is a bit late for that so I'm going to go with Happy January!! I hope you enjoy.

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Janus entered the living room of the mindscape with a deep sigh, an event that was unfortunately beginning to become more and more common. He received a hum of acknowledgement from none other than the logical side on the couch, gingerly typing away at his laptop. That was about the full extent of their interactions and neither had a problem with it. If anything, they valued the connection without the pressure or effort of legitimate conversation. The silent bond the two shared as of late became more and more appreciated with the addition of new deadlines, opportunities, and projects in Thomas’s life but as much as they tried, neither could deny with the constant work they’ve both been doing that they’d become a bit lonely. Not that either would admit it. 

“What are you working on?” Janus asked, causing Logan to look up at him in slight surprise at the unusual conversation.

“Oh! Just a schedule detailing the ideal times and dates for all of the ongoing projects right now. It’s far from done as I have been having a bit of trouble in the way of getting personal projects to coincide with the professional ones and on top of that ensure that proper measures are taken to keep Thomas’s mental health in its best condition.” Logan sighed and braced his head on his hand, returning his attention to the laptop, continuing to frustratedly tap away at the keys.

“You do realize that keeping your own mental health in check is important too, right? If you get too stressed out then Thomas won’t be able to function and all of your work will be for nothing anyways.” Janus pointed out with a stern look Logan pretended not to notice.

“I am well aware. However, this is my job and I know you and I both understand the importance of all of us functioning properly.” 

“That doesn’t mean you can’t share the burden. You’ve seemed more stressed than usual lately. I’m not busy right now. Allow me to help you.” Janus walked to the back of the couch to peer over Logan’s shoulder at the laptop. 

“Janus, while I appreciate the offer, I am not in any need of assistance right now. This is something I can handle on my ow-EEP” Logan finished with sentence with a squeak as Janus leaned over the couch to get a better look and braced his gloved hand on Logan’s shoulder. 

Janus withdrew his hand immediately and stood up straight, not wanting to cause the logical side any discomfort. “My apologies. Did I hurt you?”. He noticed the red tint slowly creeping up the other’s face. 

“I-I. No. No you didn’t Janus. I am fine.” Logan mumbled, uncharacteristically shy and deliberately avoiding eye contact. “That was merely just uh- unexpected.” 

While it wasn’t entirely a lie, Janus knew there was more that Logan wasn’t telling him. He figured it was time for a bit of an experiment. After all, Logan was a self-proclaimed man of science. He was sure to understand. One the the most basic rules of the scientific method is repetition to ensure the results are consistent. Sure enough, when Janus leaned over and squeezed that same spot again, the results remained the same: A yelp and a now more intense blush. 

“Janus! That time it was on purpose!”

Janus smirked. So that was it. Maybe there was a way to both get Logan to calm down and also… persuade him to accept his offer to lighten the load. “Hmm,” He teased, “Those shoulders of yours seem a bit tense. A massage would help that, would it not?”

Logan wasn’t used to this type of teasing behavior directed towards him from the deceitful side and as a result, was frozen in shocked silence. 

“I’m not hearing a no~” Janus said, resting his hands on either one of Logan’s shoulders, giving him time to protest or push him off. To his slight surprise, Logan didn’t. He began to gently wiggle his fingers, sending the latter into a fit of giggles. 

“Hehey! Ihahm supossed to behe worhoking” Logan stuttered.

“I don’t suppose this was on the schedule, was it? Oh well. We can do something about that.” Janus suddenly started squeezing and lightly scratching at the sensitive shoulders beneath his hands. Logan was immediately weakened and broke down into peals of loud laughter, giving Janus time to remove his hands to gracefully hop himself over the back of the couch, close the laptop, and set it on the coffee table for safekeeping. “There. Now we have nothing to worry about.” 

He regained his position, though this time sitting next to him and reaching over to grab at Logan’s sides. He playfully dug into them, relishing in the joyful laughter from the man next to him.

Logan clamped his hands over his mouth in a, quite frankly, pathetic attempt to hide his reactions. His words were heavily muffled as he spoke. “ThehEHE lahahptohop beheHEHING CLOHOSED dohoesn’t neghahate the existence OHF THE SCHEDULEHE! WEHE sthihill need to fohoholow IHIT!”

Janus clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Tsk tsk, Logan. So argumentative.” He began climbing his hands up his companion’s ribs, causing a dramatic spike in the volume of the laughter filling the room. “For being the logical one, you of all people should understand that it may not be the wisest idea to start losing battles with those who have you in a bit of a..” He paused to briefly scribble deeply where his hands were in their cruel ascent, “..vulnerable position.”

“IHIT’S NAHAHT MY FAUHLT YOU’RE INTERRUHUHPTING MY WORHORK.”

“What a shame. If I’m interrupting something please tell me so I may allow you to get back to it. I would hate for you to get behind because you’re too ticklish to work.” Logan let out a series of, in Janus’s opinion, very entertaining squawks and sputters of indignation at the tease. He never could take the sarcastic reminders of his, as he put it, ‘heightened biological defensive response’

Logan knew he had to stop him now, if his hands got any higher, he was sure to be too weak to do anything and ultimately too tired after this whole plight to get anything more productive done afterwards. He had no choice but to remove his hands, revealing his bright red face. 

Janus was about to unleash another tease, no doubt about Logan’s now visible shining smile with rosy cheeks to match it but was foiled when he felt wiggling fingers underneath either arm. He let out a high pitched squeak that he would deny making until he was blue in the face and instinctively clamped down his arms. After the initial surprise, the squeak made way for loud, booming laughter as Logan tormented him and got sweet revenge.

“ThIHIHS IS HARAHARDLY FAHAHIR. I DIHIDN’T GoHOH FOHOR SPOTS HAHALF AS BAD AHAS THIHIS.” Janus was defenseless. Logan’s hands were completely trapped in one of his worst spots and there was nothing he could do but squirm and laugh.

“You’re one to talk about what is and is not fair. Your skewed definition of ‘fair’ seems to me to be whatever you deem benefits you the best.” Logan said with a smirk, now having the upper hand. They both knew he meant no real malice in the words. 

“PFT- HAHAHA LOHOGAN-” Janus attempted to speak as he flailed his hands around in what Logan assumed was a weak attempt to grab at the other’s arms. 

“That is my name, yes.” Logan decided he may be enjoying having this kind of power. Just a little bit. A tiny infinitesimal amount. Okay. Maybe a lot. “I wouldn’t try fighting it now, Janus. You’re so drained, you can’t even get hold of my, may I remind you, very much stationary arms.”

The sudden drop of intensity in the other’s (still loud) laughter coupled with the two hands wrapped around his biceps, and the same smirk that had been on Logan’s face moments earlier now adorning Janus’s, let Logan know that he may have made a vital misjudgement in the strength of his opponent. Before he had time to think, he was suddenly pushed down onto the couch by his arms and was looking a very teasy Janus in the eyes as he was pinned down via Janus’s prime spot seated on his waist.

“Tricked you, Logan~” Janus dragged his teasing fingers all along Logan’s tummy, already pushing him into hysterical giggles. “How cruel of you to go for such a bad spot of mine when I haven’t had the chance to repay the favor yet.”

“Ihih- hehehe Jahahhanuss-,” 

“You’re giggling so much you can’t even speak. How precious.” Janus looked directly into Logan’s eyes as he spoke, only making the nervous, flustered feeling multiply tenfold. He had no choice but to close them. It was that or death by spontaneous combustion. Unfortunately, the loss of his sight made his other senses supplement for the lack. Every nerve in his body felt like it was alight in the darkness that filled Logan’s vision. Every little movement was felt on his skin and every sound reverberated in his ears. Waiting. Preparing.  

 “How awful would it be if I just…”Janus trailed off.

Logan paused. He waited for the impact. For the sudden jump from tracing to intense tickling. For the screams of laughter he would surely be in. The tension built and built, Logan still giggling all the way through.

Janus’s voice broke the quiet anticipation. “I bet you would despise… this.” He removed his hands from Logan and when the latter opened his eyes, he found them folded neatly in his lap. He chuckled slightly at Logan’s innocent, confused and slightly disappointed expression. “Am I correct in the assumption that you are now in a tad bit of a mood~?” 

Logan couldn’t give anything but a flustered nod.

“Well you’ll be delighted to know that I am more than willing to give you what you want.” Logan’s face lightened. Janus only smirked. “IF. And only if you agree to a couple of... conditions.” 

Logan gave what can only be described as a pout. He had a pretty good idea what Janus was going to ask of him. “..and what exactly did you have in mind?”

“I think you,” Janus leaned over to ruffle Logan’s hair, usually clean and well kept, now messy and frizzy from the squirming. “Already know. Though I suppose I could make more formal demands for clarity’s sake. One: You will allow the two of us, or on your own if you so desire, to relax and take a break for the rest of today. I know we both need it.” Logan shot a despairing glance at the laptop. Janus grabbed his chin and forced him to look into his bicolored eyes. “The schedule can wait one day. Two: Once our day of relaxation is over, you will accept my assistance on whatever work needs to be done immediately and will consider my help for future and long term projects. Do we have a deal?~”

Logan laid still for a moment, considering his options. He took into the fact that it was probably better Janus forcing his help onto him than any of the others. In this specific instance, as much as it pained him to say, it could even be beneficial. And he figured Janus’s end of the deal could be… pleasant. 

“Fine, Janus. I guess we do have a deal.” He reached his hand out to shake Janus’s. 

Janus reached his hand out, presumably to return the handshake, but instead, it shot directly to Logan’s tummy, squeezing and scribbling away with expert precision and speed. 

Logan all but screamed at the contact. One might think a man as smart as Logan would learn after the third surprise tickle attack of the day but alas, here he was again at Janus’s mercy.

Oh well. It’s not like either of them minded it. After all, they had the whole rest of the day to do as they pleased.

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This was a blast from the past tbh. TSS was actually the fandom that got me headfirst into the tickling community. It was very nostalgic for me to do this despite the god-awful writer's block I hit in the middle of it.

#squealing santa 2k22 #ss2k22 #tickling #sfw tickling community #lee!logan #ler!logan #lee!janus #ler!janusa #logan sanders #janus sanders

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You don’t mind?

Janus is craving touch an affection, but above all he craved tickles. But he knows full well he’ll never get any of it because he knows none of the other sides like him at all, so he makes the choice to stay quiet about it. But with careful eye, one side catches on to it an eventually alerts the rest of them to the touch-starved snake who slipped right under their nose with what he truely wanted.

Tickle fic!

(Includes: touch-starved snek, ler everyone, Possibly DRLAMP??, A bit of angst then fluff, tickles, Swearing! And it’s very long!)

Touch. Oh how deeply Janus craved it, the warmth of another side as he cuddled them, their warm gentle hand holding his hand or his cheek or stroking his hair, god it made him melt inside, but the one thing he craved more was being tickled. He hadn’t been tickled in years an almost forgot what it felt like, all he remembered was the enjoyment of the strange tingling feeling as fingers danced or skittered across him, or the beautiful feeling of the tased ripple feeling of raspberries on his skin or even just the very light touches on his scales made him all wriggly.

But he’s imagining an fuzzy melty feeling quickly vanished when he remembered the current moment he was in. In his room, on his bed, laying under the sheets as his alarm went off for the start of the day, Janus groaned an turned his alarm off, rubbing his eyes as he sat upright while the terrible feeling of his stomach clawing at his insides returned to torture him. He sighed an got up, grabbing his hat off the bed pole an walking tiredly to his closet.

After getting dressed in his normal outfit he slipped his gloves on an listened to see if he could hear anyone awake. When he heard nothing he walked out of his room an closed the door behind him, while he walked his stomach clawing at his inside grew worse as he walked passed everyone else’s doors in the hall, just wanting to go in an snuggle into their bed an up to the side while they slept. Janus got downstairs and began making a tea, he really wasn’t too hungry for food but it helped him a little bit so he just got some of Pattons cookies out of the jar an nibbled on one as he waited for the kettle to finish boiling. He could taste all the love Patton put into his cookies an as much as it helped a bit it also made things worse since he wanted- no, needed that same love from someone, literally anyone. But the reality came back to bite him when he remembered that everyone disliked him with every fibre in their being an how much he’d fucked up with everyone an hurt them. So it lead Janus to believe that he just was undeserving of anyone’s time, love an affection. He acted like it didn’t bother him but inside it really destroyed him.

He’d pushed Virgil away an made him leave. He’d pretend to be Logan twice an made him feel un-listened to everyone. He’d pretended to be Patton and fucked with his emotions an feelings which now led him to being insecure. He’d messed with Roman and then made him also insecure an if that wasn’t enough he’d compared him to the side he feared most to become an actually called him evil. An now he’d left Remus on his own when he promised he wouldn’t leave him. Fuck was their anything he didn’t do wrong?

Janus let out a shaky sigh as his heart sank further at the memories an thoughts of it, tears faintly starting to well up an blur his vision as he grabbed the kettle an poured the boiling water in his cup an bounced his tea bag around in the water. He picked his cup up an sipped it, not even noticing or caring that he wasn’t holding it by the handle, no matter how much it burned. Just then, he heard someone coming downstairs, he had gotten so used to the daily routines that he could detect which side it was from many different ways an sounds, the footsteps were normal paced, a bit heavy, but quite in check with the timing as they walked down the stairs an to the kitchen. “Logan.” Janus greeted with his every day voice all while without looking up from his cup. “Janus.” Logan greeted back as he began making his normal black coffee.

Janus glanced over and watched Logan made his coffee, god he could so easily ask for cuddles or tickles right now and be free of his cravings- but Logan wasn’t touchy feely and probably wouldn’t do something so childish so he kept his mouth shut about it. Around an hour an half later Patton came downstairs to start on breakfast for everyone as per normal. “morning kiddo’s.” Patton spoke cheerfully. “Good morning Patton.” Logan replied while I just gave a nod as I finished my tea and placed it in the sink. Everyone was starting to come downstairs an wake so this was normally the time I go back upstairs an back into my room, occasionally I’ll stay downstairs for a while longer but very rarely now days. I walked back up the stairs an into my bedroom an closing the door, Damn it! I had the perfect opportunity! I could have told them everything, or even just Patton- would they have cared though? No of course not that’s stupid

I sighed softly and sat at my desk as my stomach clawed at its walls, begging for touch or love or just- something!? But I knew I wasn’t ever going to get it even though I didn’t know how how longer I could keep this up. I tapped my fingers on the table as I thought, not realising that hours had gone past until there was a knock at my door and a familiar voice “Kiddo, Lunch is ready!” I heard Patton call out, I sighed an stood up as I heard the playful sound of footsteps leave. I suppose I can try sit down with everyone- even if that may cause some trouble.

As I walked downstairs I saw everyone else was already sitting at the table as Patton brought lunch over, I took a quiet breath an walked over with my normal look an took a seat closest to the end of the table. I was sat next to Logan which I suppose gave me some sort of Relief but that was quickly followed by uneasiness when I noticed Virgil sitting across from me, I avoided eye contact with him an started eating lunch after I thanked Patton who smiled an sat down, his arm brushing against me as he went by, even through the clothes I could feel the warmth of his touch an it make me jolt, but only slightly.

What I hadn’t noticed was the side directly across from me had noticed my jolt after seeing Patton brush against me and even that caused him to become suspicious and after lunch when I was about to retreat back upstairs, someone grabbed my wrist. I looked up to see Virgil eyeing me off, my wrist burned with warmth from where Virgil gripped my wrist but I could tell something was up “alright, what have I done now?” I asked bluntly, mostly expecting Virgil to go off on me again or something. What caught me off guard completely was when he asked “is- everything okay?”

I stood there for some time, had Virgil just asked me that? Was he just faking his concern? Was he actually worried? I snapped out of my thoughts as Virgil cleared his throat “yes- ‘I’m fine’” I lied, but I could tell Virgil didn’t believe that for one moment “I know when you lie. What’s going on” he quietly snapped. I was a bit taken back by this but I sighed, choosing to play along “oh I don’t know, maybe the fact that your grabbing my wrist and snapping at me? I don’t need your pity or you pretending you care because Patton told you to check on me.” I hissed back but quietly as to not draw more attention.

I yanked my wrist free an kept walking but felt someone’s arms around me in seconds, god it burned but it felt so nice, I looked again an paused when it was Virgil. “W-what are you-“ I went to ask but I was quickly shushed, an not even 10 seconds later I felt a hand stroking my hair. I couldn’t even comprehend what was going on but at this point I didn’t care, I leaned into him an rested my head on his chest as he slowly lowered us to the ground, still stroking my hair so ever gently.

I didn’t notice the others coming around (Patton especially) but I didn’t care at the moment, someone was touching me- I couldn’t believe it, I felt like water to the dying. “Storm cloud, what are you doing with Mr.Lies-?” I heard Roman ask which snapped me out of my trance. “He needs touch. I saw it at lunch when Patton brushed against him, your touch starved aren’t you” I felt him look at me, along with the rest of them. I was quiet for a while, still not trusting this but I nodded softly. “Oh kiddo.. why didn’t you tell us?” “Because.. I didn’t deserve it- not after everything I’ve done to all of you..”

There was silence for a minute and I thought I’d screwed up again, I got ready to make a dash when I felt another pair of arms around me, then two, then three then- 4? I opened my eyes an my eyes had to be deceiving me, everyone was hugging me- even Remus- I didn’t know what to say, but the burning grew and I felt so much better so I just snuggled into the touch. After a while they pulled away but Virgil stayed holding me “Janus, all you did is in the past now, you must let this go” Logan spoke “and your always preaching self care snakie-“ Remus said but stopped as he got an idea, the rest of them getting the same and I was confused until I was pinned down.

I watched as Patton and Logan pinned my arms, Virgil sitting on my waist and The twins sitting on both of my legs. At this point I realised what was going on and started blushing as I felt my lee mood start to rise once again. “Poor jannie, who’s been so busy with everyone else that he didn’t look after himself” Patton teased as I felt him undo the buttons on my shirt. “Such a Shame and then lying about it too us! That just won’t do!” Roman sprung as I felt him and Remus taking off my shoes and socks, “n-now now, l-let’s not be to hasty” I stammered out.

“Naw, is someone nervous? Don’t be, we’re all just gonna get our sweet revenge” Virgil grinned as he placed his hands on my now bare stomach, making me blush more but I couldn’t help but smile nervously. “N-not nervou-OUSHSHSHS!” I shouted and laughed as Virgil started rapidly squeezing my sides, I squealed an arched my back a bit as Logan and Patton dug into my pits, letting out hissed laugher as my tongue came out. I was honestly glad they were holding me down because I would have been bucking like a bull.

I almost screamed as Remus and Roman started tickling my soles, Roman especially getting at my toes. “Awww, look how much he’s enjoying it” Patton teased as Virgil let up, a signal for the others as well as they all let up, I laid their giggling for a bit before getting my breath back “so, you think you can handle more?” Virgil questioned with a teasing tone. I blushed and tried to hide in my shoulder. “I believe we need an answer Janus” I heard Logan speak as he tweaked my ribs which caused me to giggle and try to wriggle away, I blushed heavily as I mumbled “..again..”

“Sorry snakie we didn’t hear you~!” Remus called as I felt a cold liquid on my feet, oil. I whined but sighed “a-again! Please-!” I managed to blurt out which made the others grin (even Logan) “oh we’d be happy to give you more~ but we’re gonna be here a while~” Virgil spoke as he started skittering his fingers over my stomach as his other hand squeezed my hips. I jolted an laughed, squeezing my eyes shut as I just accepted my fate.

But I have to say, it’s a fate I’d accept any day and now I can come to any of them whenever I need.

#deceit sanders #sanders sides #lee!janus #ts janus #janus angst #janus sanders #sander sides tickle #lee!deceit #ler!roman #ler!remus #ler!logan #ler!patton #ler!virgil #platonic drlamp #DRLAMP #drlamp

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This is a part two to this post. It was supposed to just be a oneshot but has turned into an au in my brain where Virgil is a lee, and Logan isn't in the t community but thinks it's absolutely adorable and is very willing to tickle Virgil loads.

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This is a tickle fic! (this is more talking than actual tickling, but still :P)

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So, Virgil was in a bit of a lee mood at the moment. Like, a MEGA lee mood. It had been a couple weeks after Logan had tickled him for that first time. There had been several times since that first time where Virgil had asked Logan to tickle him. It was REALLY weird at first, with neither of them really knowing what they were doing. Virgil basically had to take Logan step-by-step through anything he wanted to happen, which was really flustering. But soon Logan got the hang of it, at least to the point that Virgil could ask to be tickled and wouldn’t need to act like an instruction manual anymore.

But this time, Virgil was in a MUCH worse lee mood. He didn’t feel like the normal softer stuff they’d both gotten used to would work this time. So, Virgil decided he’d talk to Logan about it. Talking had gotten them this far, it certainly couldn’t hurt at least.

Virgil made his way to Logan’s room. Standing outside the door, he knocked twice before Logan opened it.

“Hello, Virgil. What can I do for you?” Logan greeted him with a small smile.

“Can I come in?”

“Well of course.”

Virgil came into Logan’s room, and immediately flopped down onto his bed.

“So, I want you to like. Do the Thing.” Virgil said, already feeling slightly flustered. Logan made a noise of understanding, sitting on the bed next to him.

“Alright. Is there any particular place you’d like me to start?” Logan asked, already scanning over Virgil’s body in a way that made him feel all sorts of things.

“Yes. Could you do my belly?” Virgil asked, feeling a swarm of butterflies as Logan quirked an eyebrow.

“Really? Right at the start?” Logan asked. They both knew after some exploration that his tummy was by far his worst spot, at least that they’d discovered. They usually saved it for last, and only for a minute as a grand finale.

“Well, I kinda am in *more* of a lee mood than usual. And I’d like it if this time was more, uh, intense.” Virgil stammered, feeling his blush rise as he spoke. Why did it have to be such a big deal for him to talk about, huh?? Why couldn’t he just be confident in this and not have to trip over his words so much?

“Ah, okay.” Logan hummed. “Just tell me whenever you want to stop, ok? Since you are so sensitive there. I don’t want to go too far by accident.” Virgil’s poor little gay heart. It melted into simply goop after hearing how careful Logan wanted to be, to make sure not to hurt him.

“Yeah, I will.” Virgil replied.

“Alright, I’m going to start now,” Logan said, hesitating for a second before lifting up Virgil’s shirt. This alone led to another wave of butterflies. And then the fingers touched down on the skin, resulting in the now-familiar tingling sparks. Virgil immediately fell into giggles. For now, Logan was just gently skimming and scribbling the way they were both used to. And this was amazing, but after about 30 seconds, Virgil could tell he wanted- no, *needed* more. And Logan seemed to be thinking the same thing, because he asked, “So, how exactly do you think I can tickle you more effectively? We know from previous attempts that rougher tickles simply hurt you.”

Virgil actually wasn’t sure. Part of it was probably that it was hard to think with Logan’s continued scribbling on his tummy and sides. But how *could* they make it more ticklish without hurting? Virgil then had a thought. A horrible, awful thought that he cursed his brain for thinking. It would certainly amplify the tickles. But was he really desperate enough to give Logan this power?? ….Yes. Yes he was.

“Uhum, what i-if you. T-teaheased me.” Virgil choked out past the giggles. That was certainly not an easy thing to say out loud. He could see the cogs in Logan’s brain turning. Then there was the lightbulb.

“Ah! I remember reading about this. Verbal teasing adding to the feeling of being flustered and therefore increasing ticklishness.” Logan said, going into info mode.

Virgil spluttered at this, his blush absolutely skyrocketing into uncharted territory. “Y-you read up on this shit??” 

“Yes, of course I did Virgil. Did you really not expect me to even passively research something that means so much to you?” Logan stopped his scribbling fingers and stood up, the lightbulb expression back on his face. Virgil was somewhat shocked by the sudden loss of contact, and it took his brain a second to process what had happened.

“What- why’d you stop??” Virgil asked, already mourning the absence of even the soft tickles.

“You said you enjoy consuming written tickle content, correct?” Logan asked.

“Uh, yeah?” Virgil said, still confused.

“If you would share some of your favorite content with me, I can read it and try to emulate that. This would allow me to have a direct look at the kinds of things you’d prefer, as well as give me a sort of guide to work off of. I can do research!” Logan was now looking at him excitedly.

Virgil kind of just. Stopped working for a second. It made sense! It made perfect sense. But also, the thought of sharing his *favorite tickle fics* with *anyone* was mortifying. But this was Logan he was talking about, and it would greatly benefit Virgil in the future.

“Well, ok. It does make sense.” And so their session was paused, replaced instead with Virgil going through his tumblr likes and ao3 bookmarks to reluctantly send all his favorite, most flustering fics to Logan. As he searched, Logan would read any new fic as it got sent, making noises of affirmation whenever he came across something noteworthy.

"So, would you enjoy this type of teasing then, Virgil?" Logan asked, showing the phone to Virgil who almost immediately blushed.

The teases were along the lines of:

-"awwwwww, you're so cute like this."

-"Please? Please what? Please more tickles? Well of course."

-"You just love this, don't you?"

-"I'm gonna tickle-tickle-tickle you, and there's nothing you can do about it >:)"

A very strained, flustered noise came out of Virgil's throat just imagining Logan teasing him like that.

"Uh. Yeah. Like that. I mean, these are all my favorite fics so it's pretty safe to say anything you find will be fine with me. Otherwise it wouldn't be my favorite," Virgil admitted, deciding that the blanket was now the most interesting thing in the entire world, actually.

“That does make sense,” Logan said with a smile. “The common themes I am seeing in most of these teases are acknowledging the cuteness of reactions, and instilling a feeling of slight helplessness. Does that seem accurate?”

Virgil nodded. “Yeah, seems about right.” It was surprisingly getting easier to talk about this with Logan. Definitely *not* easy, but easier.

“So, do you want me to attempt to tickle you while also using these teasing techniques?” Logan asked, leaning closer to Virgil.

The blush that had died down on Virgil’s face had returned. “Yes PLEASE.”

Logan laughed at the eagerness. “Well, let us proceed then.”

#lee!virgil #ler!logan #sanders sides tickling #this is also on ao3 #aaaaaaaaaaaa #my writing #lee mood go brrrrrrr #analogical #analogical tickles #confessions analogical au

[trashyswitch]

Day 3: Suspense

Remus is cracking his back, and ends up hurting himself. Logan tends to his injuries and quickly finds out he's faking it...

SORRY THIS IS SO LATE! I forgot to upload it before I went to work...and I KEPT FORGETTING TILL NOW. I hope you enjoy, despite it being so late.

Remus was spending a few minutes cracking his back. He stretched out his arms behind him, making the top and middle of his back crack and pop. He twisted his back with his hands against the couch, to crack the top and bottom of his back. Then, he moved onto his neck, and started twisting his neck sideways, as if he was trying to break his own neck. 

“Remus, I would strongly recommend you refrain from turning your neck in that manner. It is dangerous, and you could leave yourself partially paralyzed.” Logan warned. 

“Plus, your back cracking is annoying me.” Roman added. 

Remus tsked. “Come on, Logan. Chiropractors do this all the time!” Remus reacted. 

“And they are professionally trained to do such acts without causing serious harm to the human body. And you are not professionally trained.” Logan told him. 

Remus scoffed and put his hand out. Suddenly, Logan had multiple pieces of duct tape on his mouth. Logan grunted angrily and started to remove them. 

While that was happening, Remus went right back to cracking his neck. He turned his neck sideways on the other side, and felt 1…2, 3, 4, 5-6 cracks. He slowly let go of his neck and sighed with relief. It felt amazing. 

Roman growled. “DUDE! Would you stop?!” Roman demanded.

“Or what?” Remus asked with a smirk. 

“Or I’ll…I’ll…” Roman started. But he was unable to come up with anything that was satisfying for him without being too violent. 

Remus laughed. “You’re too much of a coward to do anything to me.” Remus teased. 

“Am NOT!” Roman yelled. 

“Are too!” Remus replied. 

“Am not!” Roman argued. 

“Are too~” Remus sing-songed as he started cracking his neck again by pulling the back of his head over to the right. 

“Am! Not!” Roman yelled. “And STOP CRACKING YOUR DAMN NECK!” 

“Are too!” Remus said as he paused to feel the cracks. “And I can crack my neck if I wa-” 

Remus widened his eyes as he felt a HUGE dart of pain zoom right down his spine. Remus winced and lost control of himself, falling onto his back. He tried to move his feet, but he couldn’t feel anything. He tried to move his hands, but his movement was severely limited. And moving his neck was SUPER painful. “.......Ow.” Remus muttered. 

“OH GOD!” Roman shouted, running to Remus’s side and keeping his neck steady. “Did you paralyze yourself?!” 

Remus chuckled awkwardly. “Ihi guess I did.” Remus replied. 

Logan widened his eyes before closing them and fixing his glasses. “I would say ‘I told you’, but that would be rather rude.” Logan told him. 

“...Welp…” Remus muttered. 

Logan sighed and fixed Roman’s hand position so it was accurate to the recommended position in the First Aid/AED manual. Roman cleared his throat awkwardly. “Thank you.” Roman told him. 

Logan smiled. “No problem.” He replied. 

Logan looked at Remus, and decided to check something. “Can you feel this?” Logan asked, touching his upper neck. 

“Yes.” Remus replied. 

“Can you feel this?” Logan asked, lowering his hand down a little bit, to the bottom of his neck. 

“Yes, but it’s a little vague.” Remus replied. 

“Okay. What about this?” Logan placed his hand on his chest. Remus tried to look at his hand placement, but couldn’t move his neck much. “Kinky…I wish I could feel it.” Remus admitted. 

Logan raised an eyebrow. How does he know what he’s touching? It’s not like he can see the chest right now, thanks to his chin…

“Okay…What about this?” Logan asked, poking his stomach. 

Remus tensed his stomach for a second, before relaxing. “No…” Remus replied. 

Logan half closed his eyes as he stared at Remus. He could easily see Remus was lying. It was so obvious…

“Telling by your words…I guess you snapped a spinal piece in between your shoulders.” Roman reacted, still sounding serious. 

It sounded like Roman actually believed his brother…I guess he didn’t see Remus tense his stomach. 

For now, Logan decided to go along with it. “Alright. Keep his neck steady. I’m going to have to do a physical analysis on you.” Logan told him. 

Roman nodded. “Do what you must.” Roman replied, still sounding genuine and serious. 

Logan put on some blue hospital gloves, and picked up Remus’s arm. His arm was completely limp in his hands. He had to admit: Remus had at least a little bit of knowledge on how paralysis worked. Or…he guessed he did. 

Logan gently squeezed up and down the arm, and dragged a finger down his arm to his armpit. Remus had to hold his breath quietly for him to keep his composure. It felt like Logan might be catching on…but he didn’t know for sure. Surely the finger dragging was to check his feeling…right? 

“Do you feel any of this?” Logan asked him, acting naive to his tricks as he drew his finger up and down the inside of Remus’s upper arm quickly. 

“No…I don’t.” Remus got out somewhat calmly…too calmly. 

Logan nodded and put down Remus’s arm. He then crawled up to Remus’s other arm and picked it up next. He gently squeezed up and down the other arm. Then, he dragged his finger up and down the inside of Remus’s other arm. “Do you feel any of this?” Logan asked, before bringing his finger down to his armpit…and giving it a little tickle. 

Remus felt a lump develop in his throat. He did his hardest not to laugh, but something still came up…whether it was a cough or a laugh, Logan couldn’t tell. But Remus tried to cover it up with a few more coughs. “No…I don’t feel any of it.” 

It was here that Roman noticed Logan’s feeling checks were…somewhat unorthodox. And he noticed the tickle to the armpit…and the strange sound that emitted from Remus. Now, Roman was starting to somewhat question things…

Logan got up, and felt the sides of Remus’s chest, and dragged his hands across the chest. “Can you feel me holding your chest?” Logan asked. 

Remus tried to look at the chest, but couldn’t no matter what he tried. “No.” Remus replied. 

Logan turned his fingers into gentle claws as he lowered his hands down to his belly region. “How about this?” Logan asked, squeezing Remus’s sides rather subtly. 

Remus grunted quietly and tensed his stomach for a moment. This was when Logan finally got the confirmation: Remus was either over-exaggerating the injury, or he was faking it altogether. “No…I don’t…feel any of it.” Remus replied. 

Roman narrowed his eyes as he had noticed Remus’s tense stomach as Logna held his sides. Remus…could at least feel something. Roman could tell that already. If Remus was admitting he could only partly feel it, then he would have more empathy. But Remus is downright telling Logan he feels nothing. Absolutely nothing. And telling by those reactions, he was clearly lying. 

Logan removed his hands and lowered them to Remus’s hips. He started digging into his hips with his thumbs. “I suppose you can’t feel any of my fingers pushing into your hips?” Logan asked. 

Remus clenched his teeth, unknowingly turning his face red in the process. It was now that Roman completely caught onto the lies. Roman looked up at Logan, right about the same time as Logan looked up at Roman. 

In this small moment, Roman fixed the positioning of his hands on Remus’s head, causing Remus to look at one of Roman’s hands. And in this tiny moment…Roman winked at Logan without showing Remus he knew the truth. Logan widened his eyes in response. Now Logan could see that Roman had now realized Remus was lying to them. Logan looked at Remus’s head position, before winking back at Roman to tell him ‘We’re in on it together. Let’s crack this man open’. 

Roman looked down at Remus, who didn’t suspect a thing. Remus still believed he had completely fooled the boys. 

“Alright. Since it seems like you’re so badly injured…We’re going to have to get you to a doctor.” Logan told him, as a subtle hint to maybe tell the truth.

“It’s about time…It’s not like I could experience a stroke or a brain bleed within this wasted time, or anything…” Remus warned. 

Roman pulled out his phone and pretended to dial 911. He put the phone up to his ear, making sure the back of the phone was facing Remus’s line of vision, so he didn’t get suspicious. 

Logan walked up to Remus’s head, and stablized Remus’s head while Roman ‘talked on the phone’. Logan watched as Roman ‘got off the phone a few minutes later. “Alright. The ambulance is on the way.” Roman told him. 

“Good.” Remus replied. 

Roman then sat down on Remus’s hips. Remus felt the weight of Roman on him, but didn’t react. “...Roman?” Remus asked, pretending he couldn’t see him, let alone feel him. 

Roman smiled as he started skittering his fingers on Remus’s belly. “Yes, Remus?” Roman replied, still acting innocent. 

Remus bit his lip and gulped as the worst possible solution had started to come true: They knew. “Y-Yes-” 

Roman smile turned into an evil smirk. “Funny…it looks like you’re laughing, but…you don’t feel anything! How can this be?” Roman asked. 

Logan looked at Roman. “Well…It could be pathological reflex…” Logan mentioned. 

“Ooooh! Please explain!” Roman said. 

Logan smiled and fixed his limbs. “Gladly.” 

Logan pointed to Remus’s belly. “Try tickling him a little more.” Logan told him. 

Roman did as he was told, now massaging and scratching his belly. 

Remus was visibly sweating out of nervousness at this point. He couldn’t hold onto his facade for much longer…

“That is called pathological reflex. Say for example…if a person tickles a quadriplegic on the foot, the toes will start wiggling.” Logan told him. “So he could not be feeling the sensation…but the brain could still be reacting out of instinct.” Logan told him. 

Remus could feel the giggles welling up in his lungs…And it was getting really hard to stay calm. 

“Though let’s get something abundantly clear:” Logan said. “People with full paralysis from the neck down, cannot feel outer stimuli. However, paralyzed individuals CAN feel stimuli from inside the body.” Logan told him, before tickling up and down Remus’s foot. “So even though his foot is reacting, he technically should not be able to feel this-” 

“Pfffftahahahahahaha! Ohohohokahahahahay! Ahahahalrihihight, Ihihi lihihihied!” Remus sat up and told them, giggling and laughing as he pulled his foot away from him.

Logan gasped and clapped his hands. “WOW! He really CAN feel! What a mIrAcLe!” Logan declared. 

“Such a MiRaCLe!” Roman reacted as well, cupping his own cheeks. 

Remus growled. “You thought that was SoOoOo FuNnY…” Remus reacted sarcastically. 

“You know…I’m still thoroughly impressed by your ability to stay calm for so long.” Logan admitted. “But we could tell…” Logan told him. 

“From the moment you let out those ‘coughs’...” Roman added. 

Remus looked away, and tried to walk away. But Logan grabbed Remus’s leg and pulled him down. “Now that you’re magically healed from your paralysis…” Logan started. 

“It’s time to tickle you for pretending the whole time!” Roman declared proudly. 

Remus widened his eyes. “WHAT?! NO!” 

Logan chuckled. “You know…Your pretending to be sick, is actually a medical condition! It’s called Munchausen.” Logan told him. “And you’d be surprised to know how long people with that condition will keep up their sickly facades. Months, years, sometimes even decades!” Logan added. 

Remus yelped as Roman started tickling Remus’s foot. “Maybe if we tickle you for hours and hours…maybe that’ll teach you to not take people’s care for granted!” Roman decided. 

“A fine idea you have, Roman.” Logan added. 

And so…Remus was very much tickled for hours and hours. The poor man was EXHAUSTED after those dreaded tickles! But…It wasn’t all bad…Roman and Logan actually took Remus’s exhaustion seriously and gave him water afterwards. And Remus mentally promised not to fake a sickness ever again. 

Well…to Roman or Logan, anyway…

#tickletober2022 #day 3 #ticklefic #ler!logan #ler!roman #lee!remus

[mysteriouslee]

*Super cool title*

lee!Chase ler!Logan ler!Michael

(Ive only seen season 1-2 and some eps of season 3 of Zoey 101)

Yelling ensued in the dorm of Chase, Michael and Logan. Michael and Logan had found some reason to be argueing again and it was driving Chase insane.

"WILL YOU GUYS QUIT IT" yelled Chase. The latter looked towards them and began voicing their opinions.

"He did this, he did that, that's all I hear from you two bozos. Figure a way to solve this!" cussed Chase.

It was surprisngly silent for a good 30 minutes, Chase got a good amount of homework done with no distraction. Michael and Logan came up to him and stated they found their tie breaker.

"So what is it you knuckle heads are gonna do?" said Chase befote her was pushed unto a bean bag.

"What the-" muttered Chase.

"We decided that we're gonna tickle you and you decide who is the better tickler" said Logan.

"I'm sorry what?" questioned Chase

Both wiggled their fingers towards Chase who tried to get away but was pinned.

"Guhuys this is unecehesahry" Chase was nervously giggling before it evem happened.

"I bet I make you real nervous huh Chase" said Michael who received a scoff from Logan.

"If anything, he's nervous about me" responded Logan.

Michael attacked Chase's tummy prompting Chase to curl up an suck in his stomach to try and get away from Michael's fingers. Chase tried to slap at Michael's arms but that was when Logan attacked his armpits.

"Nahahahah guhuys stahap" giggled Chase.

"If you tell us who's better" said the other two in unison.

Michael blew rapberries which caused Chase to jump in his place and he began laughing harder. Logan pulled his hands from under Chase's underarms and went to Chase's ribs and vibrated his fingers which got a stronger reaction from Chase.

"LOHOGAN NAHAT THEHERE"shrieked Chase.

"HAH" yelled Logan triumphantly.

Michael frowned.

"You think you've won huh, you don't know his weak spots like I do" said Michael who wrestled Chase to lie on his stomach. Michael lifted Chase's shirt and began poking and prodding Chase's back and Chase wouldnt admit what happened next. Chase snorted.

Logan began nibbling Chase's ribs and Chase was pounding his fist on the ground

"AHAHAHHA *SNORT* HAHALP" pleaded Chase.

Michael and Logan ceased allowing Chase to breath.

"Now tell us, who' the better tickler" demanded Michael.

Chase greedily took in more air and glared at the duo im front of him. Chase can't believe he's been drafting into something so dumb. Even if he did slightly enjoy it.

"I think that the best is...." Chase paused for tension.

"Yes?" responded Logan.

Chase threw a pillow at them, rolled away and was out the door.

"Get back here Matthews!"demanded Michael and Logan.

#sfw tickling #tickling community #tickle fanfic #sfw tickles #tickle blog #tickle community #zoey 101 #chase matthews #logan reese #michael barret #lee!chase #ler!logan #ler!michael #zoey 101 tickles

[just-your-average-author]

A Sleeping Dragon

“This movie is completely unrealistic!” spoke out Logan, completely and utterly exasperated during Wreck it Ralph. Family movie nights never went according to plan. “There is no possible way video game characters could interact in that way and frankly, the way the inner workings of electrical units are portrayed is ridiculous.”

Roman sighed. He looked down at Virgil who was laying into him fast asleep. “Logan, it’s just a movie. It's a silly movie. It isn’t meant to be realistic.”

Patton giggled. “Yeah, Lo! It’s just a movie.”

Logan huffed. “I don’t see how someone could enjoy a film when it is so blatantly ridiculous.” Roman rolled his eyes, while Patton just giggled again. “It should have at least some aspect of a realistic component to it.”

”Just watch the movie, Specs,” huffed Roman in annoyance.

Virgil, who was curled up napping in between Roman and Patton with his head in Roman’s lap, stirred. He grunted, very annoyed. “Who woke me up?”

All three sides froze. You did not want to be the person who woke Virgil up. He didn’t sleep much, so when he did, he expected to not be disturbed.

“Well? I’m waiting,” demanded Virgil, now sitting up straight. He looked around in question, arms crossed.

Roman blurted out, pointing an accusatory finger toward the logical trait in the recliner. “Logan was complaining about the movie!”

Logan glared at Roman in indignation. “Oh, I’m sorry. Am I not allowed to speak during the whole movie?” he inquired angrily. He turned to Virgil. “Besides, I would have dropped it if Roman would have just nodded and agreed with me. But no, he had to argue,” he added scowling.

Virgil hid his smirk and instead raised an eyebrow. “Oh, is that so?” In reality, he never actually got mad when he was woken up. He just liked messing with the others (especially Roman) however he could. Virgil figured he could have some fun with this.

”O-oh, well-” stuttered Roman.

“I thought I heard something other than Logan’s voice! I heard someone else who was frankly quite louder than Logan!” interjected Virgil looking up at Roman. Roman paled.

“Ah well, I was just defending the movie that’s all,” he replied, trying to hide his fear and failing miserably. “Simply making conversation.”

Virgil smothered a grin. He loved making Roman nervous. “Well, Roman, we all know you’re a lot louder than Logan; it was probably you who woke me up.”

“Now that’s not always-“

Roman was cut off by his yelp, feeling a poke at his ribs. “No interrupting!” scolded Virgil, this time forgetting to mask the grin and the obvious enjoyment he was getting out of this.

Roman blanched as Virgil’s intentions were made clear. “Virge, I’m sorry! Honest! You can go back to sleep, and we’ll all be quiet okay?” He glanced around to see if any of the other Sides would lend a hand. Logan was pretending to be fascinated by the movie suddenly and Patton was also suddenly too ‘preoccupied‘ to notice. He began to grow very nervous as Virgil crept up closer to him.

“Well, I’m already awake now thanks to you-“ he poked Roman’s side again who squeaked at the touch. Virgil‘s evil smile took up his whole face. “I’m very upset, Roman. My sleep was disturbed.” Roman began whining and backed into the arm of the sofa as Virgil continued to get closer. Patton and Logan finally turned their attention to the two traits in the middle of a standoff.

“Don’t hurt him, Virgil!” pleaded Patton.

“I appreciate your concern, but don’t worry Pat. I won’t hurt him. Physically anyway. His pride might be a little bruised.” Virgil smirked again. Roman continued to plead with the darker side despite knowing full well that nothing would stop what was about to happen.

“Come on, Virgil, please! I promise it won’t happen again! I- EEP!“ A pinch to his side.

“Too late, Princey. In all your years of being a prince, has no one told you the most important rule?“

Virgil paused as if trying to build up even more anticipation. He leaned in so close, that Roman could feel the anxious Side’s breath against his neck.

“Don’t wake a sleeping dragon.”

With that, he pounced on Roman and scribbled all over his torso immediately causing the Prince to break into frantic cackles. He mercilessly tickled all over and despite Roman’s defenses, Virgil was just too fast. Every place he tried to guard, the anxious side would just tickle somewhere else. Roman was hysterically laughing and resorted to calling for help from the others.

“HEEHEHEHELLLPPP!!” He cried through his desperate laughter.

“You shouldn’t require our assistance. You should be able to fight him off yourself. If I’m not mistaken, you supposedly have beaten this so-called ‘Dragon Witch’ which, judging by the name, would seem much more dangerous than the tickle monster,” replied Logan, a teasing smile encompassing his features.

”Oh I’m not sure about that Logan,” joked Virgil. “The tickle monster is pretty vicious.”

Poor Roman turned a bright red. “Stahahahahahahap teheheheasheheing!!”

“Aww Lo, look he’s blushing really hard,” Patton gushed.

Roman just blushed harder at that, the teasing was killing him. He was laughing himself hoarse while Virgil just snickered with no signs of stopping anytime soon. After what seemed like hours, Virgil noticed Roman’s laugh becoming more breathy.

“Well, Princey,” Virgil began. Roman was beside himself laughing, as Virgil’s hands were shoved in his armpits “I think you might have learned your lesson.” Roman nodded frantically. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop on one condition. You say, ‘Virgil, you are the best side in the entire world and I would be nothing without you, and I promise to never disrupt your sleep ever again.’ Can you say that?” Roman squeaked as a response. Virgil chuckled knowing Roman couldn’t possibly; he was laughing way too hard.

“VIRHIHIGLLE YOHOHOHO ARHAHAA AHHHHH!”

“Yes? I am what?”

“BEHEHEHEEHEST SIHIHIHIHDE- OHOHOHO MYHHYHY GOHOHOSH!”

Virgil laughed. “And?”

“IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT REMEHEHEMBER!!” Roman cried in desperation. Virgil started to feel a little bad.

“Alright close enough.” He finally stopped and poor Princey fell limp, giggling and wheezing for air. Virgil smiled down at him. “Sorry dude. May have gone slightly overboard,” he apologized.

“Hahaha, my stohohomahahach, ohoho mahan.”

Virgil helped him sit up and got him settled. Roman was exhausted, so Virgil let him lay in his lap. “There you go, Sir Sing-a-lot,” Roman mumbled a thank you. The roles were reversed as Roman laid napping on Virgil and the rest of the bunch were threatened to stay quiet by Virgil, lest they get the same treatment Roman did. They all watched the movie in silence.

#my writing #fanfiction #creative writing #fanfic #sanders sides #virgil sanders #ts sides #fluff #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #lee!roman #ler!virgil #sfw tickling #tfic #fic #my fic #my fanfic

[oliviaischillin1204]

Logan was regretting pretty much everything that had led to this moment. Thomas getting an audition, Roman asking him for help running lines, and even Logan's own decision to create flashcards for the creative side to use while memorizing the lines. He regretted that last one most of all, because it had led to himself becoming distracted and Roman becoming bored-- a dangerous combination if there ever was one.

Especially because Roman response to 'boredom' seemed to be 'mischief', which is why Logan now found himself pinned with his chest against his desk, Roman's chest against Logan's back, and Roman's fingers wiggling devilishly against Logan's sides.

"Roman-- Roman!" Logan said, using every amount of strength within himself to sound stern when in reality he was biting back giggles with every breath. "This is-- not a good use of our time--"

"Yeah, I don't care," Roman replied. "You can talk all you want about schedules and org charts-- snooze, by the way-- or you could save your breath for when I do this!"

On 'this', he grabbed Logan's left wrist and forced it to the table, leaving his side exposed and vulnerable. Logan tried to scrunch in on himself-- he knew what was coming, but there was nothing he could do when Roman latched onto his flank and squeezed.

"Fuck!" Logan shrieked, and that's when Roman knew he got him; Logan rarely swore unless he was close to losing it. "Why why why why wihihihihihy!"

Humming, Roman continued his thorough investigation of Logan's tickle spots, moving his hand up and down his side to find the best spots where his probing fingers would make Logan scream. "Lots of 'whys' coming from someone who thinks he knows everything, Logan. Why do you think I'm doing this to you?"

He paused, letting Logan take in grateful breaths.

"Because you're immature," he hissed.

Another squeeze sent him back into hysterics.

"Because you're boring," Roman corrected. His grin turned wolfish as he leaned over Logan's back, wiggling for a moment to get comfortable. They were gonna be here for a long time.

#sanders sides tickling #tickling #tickle fic #tickle community #lee!logan #ler!roman #what is this? who's to say? 🤷‍♀️ #fun fact this has been a wip in my drafts since uhhh *checks date* june 27th 2022 #literally 10 months JDFHDJKS #whatever im gonna try to start cranking these bad boys out faster nowadays. no need for them to gather dust in my drafts forever #my posts #my writing #minific

[bifacialler]

Sketches for the Tarot Desk of IO that I'm working on. I have all the Major Arcana planned for now, and will post more as I figure them out.

#world of io #ioverse #tarot deck of io #logan horn #victor valentin von cicero #ler draws

[i-tis-fight-or-flight-peoples]

Virgil lee mood

Virgil is once again in a horribly strong lee mood, flustering scenarios filling his head leaving him a blushing mess though nothing was happening.

What if someone decided your there tickle toy for the day and tied you to your bed and tickled you endlessly-- tears streaming down your face with you no longer being able to beg for mercy and being to tired to squirm before they decided to give you a break-- continuing like that for hours...

Virgil giggled faintly at the thought. Before his mind was able to create another scenario there was knocking on his door. "Kiddo? Roman wants to show us something he created. He wants us to see it."

"Okay," Virgil says loud enough for Patton to hear through the door. Roman probably has another sword to show us, Virgil thought as he grabs his hoodie from his closet door knob.

Virgil enters the living room with his hood up-- trying to hide his flustered face without people noticing-- and his hands in his pockets. He sits between Patton and Janus. He leans himself onto Patton as he looks at Roman-- who was now standing in front of the group.

"I have gathered you all here to show you my new amazing device I have made." Roman says as he pulls out a white scanner thing. "I just wave it over a person and it shows you how much of a lee or ler mood their in. I'll demonstrate. Patton would you mind being my test subject?" Patton shakes his head and gets up to stand next to Roman. "Okay," Roman says as he turns on the device and waves it over Patton's torso.

He shows the group the screen. "Woah, that's a high ler mood," Roman says before laughing faintly. "I was wondering if we could test it on everyone, those who would not like to come up here may sit, but I would really like to test it on everyone, if no one would mind." Not even Virgil said no, no one said anything though, they just nodded or let Roman wave the device over them. He would look at the screen and ask if it was right before showing the others unless asked not to.

When it was waved over Virgil, Roman's eyes went wide with shock. Virgil didn't get a chance to say anything before Roman showed the others who were also surprised. Virgil wasn't known for liking that type thing.

Next thing he knows everyone has a snarky smirk and he is pinned to the couch. "So you have the highest lee mood out of everyone and never once told us." Roman said with a teasy tone. He leans down and whispers, "Are you green stormcloud?" Virgil giggles at the breathy whisper tickling his ear. Without thought Virgil nods with nervous giggles filling up his throat.

Roman nods at the others slightly, always waiting for the ok of the person before tickling them to the grave. Before Virgil could have another thought he was full of endless giggles, snorts, laughs, and squeaks. No one could deny how adorable he was as he laughs his head off.

The four (4) of them didn't let his lee mood go until it was gone and that whole day was full of Virgil's endless happy laughs, giggles, and whatever other noises he happened to make.

This one isn't that long but it put me in a slight lee mood. Hope you enjoy<3 (good feed back, reblogs, and likes are very much appreicated along with ideas...idk how to open the request thingy though so put it in # or comments plz<3)

#I'm now in a lee mood #lee!virgil #ler!roman #ler!patton #sanders sides twording #t wording #twording #sander sides #tickling #ler!logan #ler!janus

[wholesome-lee-trash]

Which three sides from Sanders Sides would you choose to wreck with tickles, have an evenly two-sided tickle fight with, and tickle you into oblivion? And why?

I would wreck Logan. Listen, he just needs some tickles, okay?

I feel like Roman would be the best to have a tickle fight with. He would be so dramatic and let me win, if I so wanted.

I would choose Janus to wreck me. He can sense lies so, he'd know when I actually need him to stop, versus when I'm just saying "no!" If that makes sense.

#sanders sides tickling #lee!logan #lee!roman #ler!roman #ler!deceit #ler!janus

[notnobot]

Lee moods part 1 (logans mood)

TICKLE FIC

Notnobot, "Hello people!!! This is my first fanfic with the sanders, so bare with me. I would also like to announce that I will be starting to take requests for fics, no art because I don't do art, I will be making a request thing a mugig that will tell you what you can request, sorry forgot the name of the stupid thing, please remind me if any of you get the chance. Oh, and ENJOY!!!"

Logan was lying on his bed in one of the biggest lee moods a person could endure, fantasizing about the dreaded t-word while he stretched himself out and hung his feet over his bed. What if someone had been hiding under his bed, then slowly started to drag their fingers over his feet. Or what if someone, maybe patton, came into his room just to tickle his tummy until he was out of breath. Those both sounded pretty nice right about now, logan thought.

After about ten whole minutes of swimming in a six foot deep lee mood, logan decided to head to the living room in hopes someone there would be willing to tickle him.

As he walked towards the living room, he could hear someone laughing. He entered the living room only to see roman on the couch being tickled by patton.

"Ehehehe, pahahaAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE" Roman laughed as patton found an extra ticklish spot near his armpits, not noticing that logan was standing on the threshold of the living room door, only able to watch in pure silence.

Patton, on the other hand, did notice logan. "Wanna help? He is a pretty wiggley wiggle worm, could use an extra pare of hands." Patton asked cheerfully. Logan just stood there and started giggling.

Patton, being the one and only tickle monster of the mind palace, realized that logan had been in a lee mood. Oh yeah, he was in trouble now.

Patton stopped his attack on roman the second he realized this. Roman, once he caught his breath, saw Patton's face and knew someone was in a lee mood. He turned around only to see the mind palaces pocket protector, red in the face, giggling.

Both patton and roman had the same mischievous look on their faces. Roman had actually gotten up and picked up logan to bring him over to the couch, and guess what, logan gave absolutely no fight what so ever. All while Patton was wiggling his fingers waiting for logan to be brought over to him to give him the tickles he so very much wanted.

"Lee mood, huh? Well, don't worry, my ticklish friend, you will get the tickles you so very much want and deserve." Roman teased as he flopped logan onto the couch so his tummy was open for tickling.

Patton sat on his legs so he could tickle his tummy, ribs, and sides while roman was standing by his armpits, ready to tickle at any given moment. Logan didn't even protest. All he did was giggle, waiting for the tickles.

"Pick a number, Lolo." Said patton excitedly. For a moment, logan just giggled, thinking about what the number could mean. It could mean the time they tickled him for, or it could be the time he must wait to be tickled.

Logan thought that it was more likely that it was for the time he had to wait to get tickled, so "ehehe twohohoho plehehehase!"

"Two, it is!" Roman said, "Would you like to count down for us logan?" Logan looked at the two with a flushing face. They were really gonna make him do that?!?! Of all the ways to tease him! Well, logan thought, it's only two seconds.

"Ohohkahay," Logan started, "twohohoho, ohohone, zerohoHOHOHO!" Logan laughed. Roman was softly tracing circles inside his armpits while Patton was digging into his tummy. The ticklish sensations were unbearable, but he loved every last second of it.

"Awww, my cute little nerd is all giggly and cute. What more could a dad ask for?" Patton cooed.

"Yes, he is pretty cute, isn't he?" Roman answered,

After about five minutes of tickling, their favorite nerd, roman had to get it really going, for logan's sake, of course.

"Hay Patton, isn't it time for our afternoon snack?"

Patton looked at roman with the most mischievous, sly smile that roman had ever seen. "Oh, how could I have forgotten our afternoon snack?! We must find a suitable snack for today, but what?"

The two were talking as though there was not a laughing, wiggling logan right in front of them. His giggles, laughs, and snorts filled the room. He was truly lost in tickles, drowning almost.

Roman looked down at logan to see he was still holding up quite well for how long they had been tickling him, so why not tickle him a little more intensely, right?

Roman gave patton a sly grin, and in a smooth voice, he said, "Well, raspberries are very tasty and nutritious. Why not have some of those?"

"NOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHE RAHAHSBEHERRIEHEHES!" Logan protested, not meaning a single word of it.

With that, patton pushed up logan's shirt and blew raspberry after raspberry on his poor tummy.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEH! IHIHIT'S SOHOHOHO TIHIHICKLEHEHEHE!"

Patton stopped with the raspberries but kept his face on logans belly to soak in all his beautiful laughter. Roman, however, had moved down to logan's ribs to keep him giggling, but no longer laughing as hard as he was with the raspberries.

Roman had stopped with his tickling to let logan calm down. Patton went to fetch him a glass of water while roman got him some apple slices. Logan gladly took all the snacks and drinkage he was offered before sitting on the couch leaning on patton.

"So," started patton, "was it all you wanted?" Logan cuddled closer to patton and nodded, with the biggest smile any of them had ever seen logan wear.

He was happy, they were happy, everyone was happy, even virgil! All the laughter had concerned him, so he came downstairs to find logan all smiliey and roman and patton all happy as well. Virgil had joined in to cuddle logan while he was still happy and smiley.

"All tickled out, huh?" Asked virgil with a small smile already forming on his face. Logan looked up at him and nodded, cuddling back into virgil as well as patton. In the end, they all took a nice relaxing nap on the couch.

The end

Sorry, it's short, guys. I didn't have much time to make it. Hope you all enjoyed it, because I enjoyed making it for you! More will be coming soon!!!

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