#ler!roman

[oliviaischillin1204]

you gotta be kitten me

Pairings: Platonic Prinxiety

Word Count: 1,822 words

just a silly little thing i came up with when i used to play neko atsume djfhghdjskjdh. good times man

Some days were meant for grand adventures, Roman thought. Trying new things, climbing new heights, and achieving goals beyond your wildest dreams.

Other days were for sitting in the living room, half-watching a musical bootleg on the TV as you rapidly refreshed Neko Atsume over and over and over again.

Roman groaned for the fifth time in as many minutes as his garden, yet again, failed to attract any new cats. He knew the point of the game was to be patient, but come on! His entire yard was decked out with the highest quality cat trees, toys, and trinkets possible, all elegantly displayed along the beautiful Zen Garden backyard expansion model. He kept his food bowls stocked with Deluxe Tuna Bitz, even upgrading to a nice plate of sashimi or two when he had gold fish to spare. There was no reason at all why he should be so incapable of attracting rare cats to his garden.

“Lookit. I got another one.”

And of course, the worst fact of all: Virgil was fucking great at the game.

Roman groaned in exasperation. “Which one now?”

Virgil turned his phone around and held it up for Roman to see. They were both on the couch, lying toe-to-head so they could both recline while sharing the good blanket between them. After a few moments of blinking, Roman could make out the distinctive striped shirt, cap, and baseball bat that belonged to none other than--

“Joe DiMeowgio,” Virgil confirmed. Roman’s jaw dropped.

“What? How did you find him?”

Virgil shrugged, pulling the phone back and tapping the screen smugly. “He likes the baseball.”

Roman made an affronted noise. “That’s like, one of the most basic, boring, blah toys you can have in the entire game.”

“He’s a simple cat with simple needs, Princey,” Virgil deadpanned. Roman groaned, draping his arm over his eyes in defeat, but his dramatics were interrupted by Virgil’s foot popping out of the blanket to kick him.

“How dare you kick a man when he’s down, you villain!”

Virgil ignored him, settling back into the couch now that he’d stopped Roman’s whining. “Maybe just try switching up your yard once in a while. The cats need variety.”

The two fell silent again. Roman pouted down at his phone as he pondered the Goodies shop in the game’s menu. It was true, he didn’t like to switch out his items often-- his preferred method for games like this was to save up until he could get all of the expensive items first. It made sense to him; why waste time collecting cheap items if he could get the most payback from the expensive ones?-- but now, he found himself scrolling through the early pages of the shop’s catalogue, looking for a new toy to catch his eye.

And, well... something did:

Fluff-Thing Teaser: a ball of fluff that inspires playful strikes. Your cat will never get bored of this thing!

Roman eyed the toy in the photo. It was definitely a cheap one, costing only 100 regular fish. But what really caught his eye was the wording-- “inspires playful strikes”.

His eyes drifted from the screen in front of him, to Virgil’s foot, still exposed from when he’d kicked Roman earlier.

He turned the idea over in his head, his lips twitching into a smile. He dropped his hand to the side, and, as subtly as he possibly could, summoned a small handheld toy with a ball of fluff on the end.

Clearing his throat to cover the laugh building up inside him, Roman rearranged himself so the Fluff-Thing Teaser was hidden from Virgil’s sight, resting on his own chest so the fluff-ball tip was an inch away from Virgil’s foot.

He waited. Waited. Waited...

And swiped the piece of fluff straight down Virgil’s sole.

The reaction was minor, but immediate-- Virgil jerked, his foot pulling back minutely as a startled gasp burst out of him.

“What was that?” he asked sternly. Roman looked at him over his phone.

“What?”

He thought he sounded pretty innocent, but Virgil clearly wasn’t fooled. “Don’t do that.”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I swear on my sword, I haven’t touched you.” Which wasn’t a lie. Roman hadn’t touched him-- the Fluff-Thing Teaser had.

He dropped his eyes back to his screen, feigning obliviousness to Virgil’s glare. After a few moments, however, he too returned his attention to his game.

Roman bit his lip, flipping quickly through the item pages for his next trick. He quickly found it:

Wing-Thing Teaser: Mild curiosity will turn into obsession once your cat starts pouncing on this tufted teaser.

Roman bit his lip again to avoid laughing aloud. He focused on swapping the Fluff-Thing for the Wing-Thing (listen, he didn’t choose the names, okay?) and hid all but the feathery tip in his sleeve. He coughed, shifting himself again, and swiped the soft toy down just beneath Virgil’s toes.

“Fuck!” Virgil burst out again, yanking his leg all the way back to his chest. He grabbed his foot defensively as he rubbed at the skin. “Fucking-- stop that.”

“I’m literally not doing anything,” Roman lied, but he couldn’t stop the smile that was curling up at the edges of his mouth. “Why are you being twitchy?”

Virgil glowered at him. “I’m always twitchy.”

“Well, you’re being extra twitchy today. Just sit back and look at the cats.”

For a moment Roman was worried that Virgil would get up and ruin his game, but luckily for him, the anxious side merely rubbed at his foot once more before, hesitantly, stretching his legs out in front of him again. His brow was still furrowed, and Roman kept his eyes directly on his phone.

Waiting for the perfect moment to strike with a straight face was nearly impossible, but he knew that Virgil was expecting it now. As soon as his eyes caught sight of the Wild-Thing Teaser in the catalogue, he knew this one would be much more obvious than the first two toys.

Well. Time to give up the act.

Roman shoved the fluffy ball of the Wild-Thing directly in between Virgil’s first and second toe. The anxious side made a noise of confusion, then shock, then burst into laughter.

“Dude!” he managed through his giggles, reaching for his foot to yank the toy away. Scrunching his toes around it instinctively only made it tickle more, and Roman watched with amusement bright on his face as Virgil giggled at the accidental self-tickling.

“Did I do that?” Roman asked innocently. Virgil glared at him as he eyed the item with a fair amount of suspicion.

“Wait,” he said suddenly, eyes widening. “Is this the--”

“The Wild-Thing Teaser? Well, it appears so!” Roman finished for him, grinning widely as he waved his phone in the air before reading the description. “‘Talk about a big tease! Just try to stop your cats from pouncing at this fluffy fur ball.’”

He snorted. “Aw, looks like they’re right! This kitty right here couldn’t help but play with the lil’ fuzzball!”

He relished in watching Virgil grow more and more flustered at the teasing.

“Shut up-- I’m not-- I’m not a cat,” he protested. Roman laughed at his flustered indignation.

“Well, you’re certainly acting like one! Are you having fun playing with your new toy, Mr. Meow-Meow?”

He laughed louder as Virgil realized that he’d been rolling the small fuzz ball in between his fingers. The emo side threw the toy to the side, crossing his arms and pouting. “Well, you’re the one being freaking immature, summoning toys like that!”

“Ah, but that’s the spirit of the game, isn’t it? Finding all the cute little toys that make your little kittens as happy as can be--”

“I’m not a cat!”

“Oh, yeah?” Roman asked. “Prove it.”

Suddenly one hand darted forward and clamped around Virgil’s ankle, where he’d accidentally left his leg within Roman’s range. With the other hand, he summoned the next tool on the list, and this time he was lucky enough to see the recognition dawn on Virgil’s face.

“Roman!” he hissed (another point in Roman’s ‘Virgil is a cat’ agenda), but he was too slow, because Roman was already flicking and fluttering the Zebra Grass Gadget all up and down the bare sole of Virgil’s foot.

The result was immediate: Virgil squealed, yanking his foot back helplessly against Roman’s much stronger grip as the toy tickled his sole.

“‘Watch your cats’ fascination turn to obsession!’,” Roman recited over the sound of Virgil’s giggles. He made sure to brush the grassy toy in rhythm to his words as he continued, “‘It has a fluffy teaser tip that they just. Can’t. Resist!’”

“Stop ihihihit!” Virgil said through giggles. His other leg kicked out in time with his bursts of laughter, but Roman’s grip kept the captured foot nice and snug as he fluttered all along the wrinkles of his sole.

“Which toy is your favorite, kitty?” Roman teased. “Or do you just love them all so much?”

Virgil looked like he was about to argue (well, as much as he could through his silly laughter) so Roman flipped the Zebra Grass Gadget around and scratched its stem on the ball of Virgil’s foot. That was enough to make any snarky words die on Virgil’s tongue, replacing them with desperate screeches of laughter instead.

“Okay-- okay okay okahahahay!” he gasped, rocking back and forth in his trapped state. Roman moved to trail the stem up and down the arch of his foot, and Virgil gripped the fabric of the couch like he was fighting off torture. “No more, no more-- please it tihihihickles!”

That was enough for Roman. He slowed the tickling until he was just barely grazing Virgil’s foot with the stem; he waited until Virgil had calmed down before quickly flipping the toy around and giving one more tickle with the grassy side.

“Ah!” Virgil yelped. He yanked his leg back, and this time Roman let him go.

He couldn’t help but grin at Virgil as the anxious side caught his breath. The soft grass of the toy floated through the air as Roman lazily twirled it around his fingers.

“Well, well, well...” he drawled. “I’ll be honest, I think this is even more fun than the actual game!”

“Shut the fuck up,” Virgil said, face still flushed.

“Aw, you don’t think so? You sounded like you were having lots of fun. These cat toys really do work... kitten.”

Suddenly Virgil was lunging forward through the air, arms outstretched. Roman only had half a second to scream before the emo side had him pinned on his back.

“You think I act like a cat?” Virgil asked. “Lemme ask you this, Princey: did you forget that cats have claws?”

He raised his hands, ten fingers wiggling just above Roman’s stomach, and Roman realized that this game was about to get much harder.

#my posts #my writing #tickling #tickle fic #tickle community #sanders sides tickling #lee!virgil #ler!roman #drafted on jan 27 2021 #you gotta be kitten me

[fluffomatic]

I have 2 commissions I've got to get done, but I haven't drawn in a loooong time, so I decided to whip up a quick practice pic to get me back into it. Plus, I've been dying to draw some Lee Virgil after rewatching Sanders Sides. I'm embarrassed to admit how much I love Prinxiety 😅 Just love these two's relationship with each other! Roman would absolutely love how ticklish Virgil is. Are you kidding?? His emo nightmare all giggly and smiley????? Freaking adorable! Oh my gosh, and I love how everyone in the tickle community and into sanders sides all collectively agreed that Virgils worst spot is his belly. Not that I'm complaining! It's my fav spot~

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

Edit: forgot Virgil’s stitches whoops!

#my art #my artwork #tickling #tickle art #tickle #tickles #my art stuff #lee!virgil #ticklish!virgil #ler!roman #platonic tickles #romantic tickles #however you wanna see it :) #sfw tickles

[trashyswitch]

Day 14: Soft

Roman is giving Patton a massage to try and treat the neck pain he's experienced. But the lower he does down his back, the more ticklish Patton appears to be! Is his back that ticklish!?

Okay...Day 14. Of course, a day late. But, I guess that means I'm uploading 2 fanfics in one day again. I hope you enjoy!

Patton was laying on his stomach, resting his chin on his arms as he watched TV. But he found it a bit difficult to focus on the TV, due to Roman’s palms and fingers against his back. 

Roman was trying to massage Patton’s back and neck in an attempt to help him relax. Patton had been complaining about knots in his neck, and Roman offered to massage them out. But Roman quickly began to wonder if he bit off more than he could chew. Or maybe, Patton was holding in more emotions than he lets on.

Why was that his theory? Well, it’s simple. Patton’s neck and shoulder muscles felt like rocks. Literally! They felt like they had been stretched out all the way, and were physically unable to relax. Roman worked at his shoulders as gently, but as effectively as he could muster. 

“Oh yeah, right there, aaaAH-!” Patton reacted, closing his right eye as he winced in pain. God, it felt really painful. But it also felt good getting his shoulders worked out. He badly needed it. 

“Is that doing anything for you?” Roman asked. 

“Yup! You’re doing great, kiddo!” Patton said, before letting out a deep breath. 

Roman worked at his neck and shoulders a little bit more, using his elbows to get some of the knots out. In all honesty, he didn’t feel like he was achieving anything. Roman had never come across anything this bad. Not even Virgil’s neck and shoulders were this bad! And he’s the embodiment of stress and anxiety! 

“Patton…” Roman asked, strain in his voice. “How did your neck get this bad?!” Roman asked. 

Patton grunted and breathed out slowly. “I…have no idea.” He admitted. 

Roman dug his fingers into Patton’s trap muscles. Patton bit his lip and grunted before hiding his face in his hands. It hurt so much, but he knew it had to be dealt with. If he didn’t deal with it now, then he would be in so much more pain. But this…was a little difficult to deal with. 

“Okay…” Roman stopped his hands. “I can tell you’re in pain. I’m gonna stop.” Roman told him. 

Patton opened his eyes and looked at Roman. “What?! Already?” Patton reacted. 

Roman sighed. “I know you’re in pain, Patton. I don’t wanna put you in more pain.” Roman admitted. “But…That’s part of the massage.” Patton told him. 

Roman moved his hands down his neck. “What about your back? Would you like me to work on your back for a bit?” he asked. 

Patton nodded his head and smiled. “Sure!” He replied. 

Roman smiled a bit more and started pushing on the areas right beside his spine. “How about starting here?” Roman asked, pushing down. 

Patton hummed and grunted slightly, feeling the thumbs push down on the muscles directly beside either side of his spine. It felt a little unusual, but it felt good too. It felt like he was stretching out his back with literally just his fingers. It felt…different. 

Roman moved his thumbs up and down the spine, before pushing 4 fingers each on either side of the middle of Patton’s back.

Patton opened his eyes and smiled, gasping lightly and letting out a relaxing breath. “That feels amaaaazing…” Patton mumbled. 

Roman smiled and started to push the fingers down on his back ribs. Indexes, middles, rings, and pinkies. Index, middle, ring, pinkie. He kept this going, making sure to push on and in between other ribs. 

Patton smiled a bit more, loving the feeling of his middle back muscles being worked on. “You’re so good at this…” Patton told him. “How you’re not a masseuse…I can’t fathom it.” The dad admitted. 

“Oh hush…don’t make me blush.” Roman told him with a smirk. 

“Why? Is it working?” Patton asked, smirking as well. 

Roman poked the left side of his ribs in response, making Patton wheeze and cackle. “Shush.” He warned. 

Patton laughed a little more at his reaction. “Ohoho myhy gohohohod!” Patton giggled, hiding his face in his arms. 

Roman rolled his eyes with a smile as he maneuvered his palms and fingers onto his lower ribs. “Yeah yeah, I get it. I’m the laughing stock of the group.” Roman teased. 

Patton squeaked and tried to cover his face with his hands. “Ohohoho gohohosh! Heheheheheheee!” Patton giggled. 

Roman’s smile stayed on his face for a bit as he kept going. “Am I really making you laugh that much?” Roman asked, not fully expecting Patton to still be laughing. Patton giggled a little more and kicked his feet up like a ditzy little girl. “Kkk-Kihihindahahaha.” Patton admitted. 

Roman’s smile lessened slightly as he looked down at his hands. They were currently located on the lower back, near Patton’s sides. Hmm…Maybe Patton’s not laughing at him…but rather…he’s laughing because of him…

Roman stopped his hands and lifted them up. Patton’s laughter quickly lessened to giggles, before calming down. He looked over his shoulder at Roman. “Why’d you stop?” Patton asked. 

Roman narrowed his eyes curiously as he planted his fingers back onto his lower back. “Hmm…” He hummed, looking down. But Roman’s head shot up to look at him the moment he heard Patton’s squeal and laugh. 

Patton gasped and yelped. “Wahahait- NahahahaHAHA!” Patton laughed, covering his mouth and muffling his giggles. 

“Oooooh…Are my pushes and massages…tickling you?” Roman asked. 

Patton giggled and nodded his head. “Yeheheheah! Yohohohou dihidn’t knohohohow?” Patton asked.

“I’ll be honest, it was hard to tell at first.” Roman admitted. 

With this information in mind, Roman quickly began to spider his fingers on his lower back and occasionally on the sides. He did this by going softer in his finger strokes. He was no longer massaging and was now, just gently petting the back muscles like he would to a dog.

Patton’s reaction was immediate. He arched his back and started squeaking and squealing in between his little giggles. “EEK! Hehehehe! Hahaha- EEEHEHEEEK! NAhAhaha- nuuuuhuhuhuuu!” Patton giggled. 

“Oh my gosh…” Roman started gently tapping his back like it was a keyboard or a piano, making Patton squeak and giggle with every touch. “You’re so ticklish here! How have I never known this?” Roman asked. 

Patton giggled and shook his head. “Ihihihi dohohon’t knohow!” Patton admitted. 

“What would happen if I just…” Roman removed his fingers.  

Patton blinked and attempted to look at Roman. “Hm?” But the moment he grabbed Patton’s sides, Patton jumped and giggled a little. “Wahahait…What are you-” 

Roman took in a big breath and blew a raspberry onto his lower back. 

Patton gasped as well, but followed it up with a SCREAM of hysterical laughter! “NaaAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” Patton cackled, hiding his face in his arms. “NAHAHAHOHOHOHOHO!” He yelled, tapping the ground with his fingers. 

“I’m shocked, Padre. I never would’ve guessed you had a ticklish back.” Roman admitted. 

“Ihihihi…Hehehe…Whyhyhyhy a rahahaspberryhy?” Patton asked. 

“Because it’s fun!” Roman admitted. “And because you’re very fun to tickle.” Roman admitted. 

Patton blushed a bit as he looked down, clearly embarrassed. “Sh…Shut up.” Patton muttered. 

This only made Roman cackle in reaction. “That worked?!” Roman asked. 

Patton giggled. “Yeheheah…Ihihit dihihihihid.” he admitted. Roman started very softly fluttering his fingers onto his lower back. “Do you prefer softer tickles?” Roman asked. 

Patton hummed and giggled little by little. “Yeheah…Ihihi lihike sohofter ticklehes.” Patton admitted. 

“Okay.” Roman responded and continued to flutter his fingers on his back. “Is it just your whole lower back that’s ticklish?” Roman asked. 

Patton giggled. “Ihi thihink?” Patton replied. 

“Okay. What about here?” Roman moved his fingers closer to the spine, and pushed there. 

“OhgodohgohohOHOHOD!” Patton kicked his feet wildly and pounded the ground with his fists. 

“Holy-” Roman quickly got his hands off him, terrified he went too far. “Sorry! I’m sorry.” Roman attempted to wipe the tickles off as best he could. 

Patton giggled and rolled himself onto his back. “Ihihi’m tihihired.” Patton admitted. 

“Tired bean?” Roman asked, poking his belly. “Ye-EHEhes! Yeheah. Sleepy eepy.” Patton admitted. 

“Sleepy eepy.” Roman summoned a fluffy blanket and a dog stuffy. 

Patton gasped and hugged the stuffy. “Thomas’s first stuffy!” Patton reacted. 

Roman giggled and laid down beside him. “Is your neck better?” Roman asked. 

Patton bent his head to the right and left, twisting his neck around, just making little popping sounds with his spine and joints. “Oooookay.” Patton leaned his head back, making the spine between his shoulder blades snap and pop. “Yes! I feel so much better.” Patton replied. 

When he looked at Roman to get his approval though…Patton would discover that Roman was staring at him with his jaw dropped, and his eyes the size of saucers. 

“...What?” Patton asked. 

“18 cracks…” Roman muttered. 

Patton laughed and opened his jaw a bit, making two more pops. “20.” Patton said with a smirk. 

Roman sighed and shivered, disturbed by Patton’s bad, yet flexible back. But this only made Patton laugh at him more. Something about Roman’s disturbed reaction was absolutely hilarious to Pat. To calm him down, Patton wrapped his arms around him and gave him a side hug. This, thankfully, helped Roman calm down. His back may be screwed beyond fixing…but that’ll never stop Patton from giving everyone all the love they need. 

#augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #day 14 #soft #massage #neck pain #stress relief #ticklish patton #raspberries #ticklefic #ler!roman #lee!patton #fluff #cracking back

[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

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

Pride and Teases

With pride month starting Virgil decided to try something new, even though his anxiety brain told him other wise, he decided why not.

Walking into his boyfriend's room on his tip toes for rainbow colored eye shadows he sees that Roman is nowhere to be found. Either on an adventure or getting food. I'll ask him for the permission after I grab what I need. He won't mind. Virgil goes over to Roman's vanity and searches through his drawers, which had surprisingly been color coded, for the correct eye shadows.

When Roman walks in he leans on the door frame, snack in his left hand with his right wrapped around his waist, watching his boyfriend go through the drawers full of makeup supplies. "Whatcha doin' darling?"

Virgil jumps a little, "Oh, there you are, sorry, I was looking to get some different colors of makeup,"

"For?"

"My face?" Virgil says sarcastically.

"You normally just wear the black and purple ones."

"Trying something new." Virgil shrugs before going back to looking through Roman's drawers for the rest of the colors he needs.

"Well, maybe you should have asked?"

"Why?" Virgil asked. He saw Romans smirk and hears his tone. There's something familiar about it.

"Because now you need a consequence for not before you leave."

That's why that tone is familiar. Virgil froze, a nervous smile on his face.

"There's that smile I love my emo storm cloud." Roman states playfully as he sets his snack down on his dresser before wrapping his arms around Virgil's waist. "Are you green storm cloud?" Roman whispers in Virgil's ear softly, sending shivers down Virgil's spine.

Virgil nods slightly, his face getting more heated every second. "Then why don't you put down the makeup and then pick it back up when were done?" Virgil puts the makeup down enthusiastically. "Aww, so eager aren't you my precious tickle-me-emo?" Roman whispers gently into Virgil's ear before laying Virgil on his bed.

Roman makes sure that Virgil gets his full consequence for not asking for the makeup before he can even think about leaving.

(Sry it's short, I just don't know how to write tickle scenes to well<3 Thx for reading, if you have constructive criticism I would love to read it. Have an amazing day/night/rest of your day.)

[Idea from @hahanamegobrrrr on the post https://www.tumblr.com/hahanamegobrrrr/670440349804756992/makeup-mayhem-roman-wants-to-spice-up-his-makeup]

#t wording #twording #lee!virgil #ler!roman #virgil sanders #roman sanders #lee virgil #ler roman #sander sides #sander sides twording #sanders sides twording #sanders sides #sanders sides tickling #tickling

[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

[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!!!

#lee!logan #ler!roman #ler!patton #sanders sides #sanders sides tickling #tickling fluff #me in a lee mood guys #sanders sides fanfic

[caffeinecoffeesnek]

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

[mythica0]

Salty to sweet

🎂: Sanders Sides

🧁: Virgil, Logan

🍫: Roman, Remus

🍭: Prinxiety, Intrulogical

🍨 fic

TW: foul language and Remus . Just Remus.

Salty to sweet

It was just one of those days.

Both Logan and Virgil were feeling kinda grumpy. Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, if Logan had his vocabulary cards correct.

Logan had been in his room working all day and got snippy at anyone who tried to talk to him .

Virgil was listening to his emo music and ignoring everything around him.

This did not sit well with the creative brothers; Roman & Remus, who were each sides respective boyfriends.

The two were currently talking about it in their shared room.

“Ugh! I’m at a loss! Virgil won’t even open his door, how am I supposed to cheer him up!” Roman said in exasperation.

“I don’t know,” started the other twin, “but I think I have an idea of where to start.”

❤️💜❤️💜💚💙💚💙❤️💜❤️💜💚💙💚💙

The plan was fairly simple, however, there was one insy winsy tiny little massive problem.

The twins had to get their boyfriends out of their respective bedrooms and into the living room first.

Roman thought that by telling Virgil he was watching The Nightmare Before Christmas and asking ‘would he like to join?’ Would do the trick, and it did.

However Virgil wanted Roman to make some food and change into his onesie first. Not too hard.

Remus was having a bit more trouble. “Ugh, sword fighting whale penises! He keeps insisting that he needs to work! I can’t get him to take a break and come down!”

Roman winced at Remus’ exclamation before recovering and saying “have you tried offering crofters?”

Silence.

“Come to think of it, I didn’t think of it!” Roman snorts at his brothers corny wording as Remus types the message and hits send, the text sends, and remains read for about 2 seconds before a (likely very eager) reply of “I’m on my way” comes through.

Remus laughs lightly at his boyfriends response before lightly tossing his phone on the couch. Roman , after doing so, texts Virgil telling him that he has the movie ready to play, popcorn in the table, and is up to dress code.

Both boys arrive downstairs at roughly the same time, Logan first, wearing his usual polo shirt, jeans and Necktie. Virgil lagging behind a bit, in his skeleton onesie.

Remus grabbed the crofters out of the fridge and set it on the table with some bread just in case.

“Oh. “ Logan stated , his way of showing surprise. “I was not informed we would be watching a movie. “

“That’s because you didn’t let me finish. I offered crofters and you immediately came on down. “ Remus scoffs, not unkindly.

“Fair point. “ Logan nods and pushes up his glasses.

“So are we getting started or what. “ a grumpy gruff town states from the other side of the room.

“Yep! Let’s settle down on the couch, hmm?”

The wordless response is that both sets of boys sit on the couch.

Sneakily, the twins enact their plan. They snake their arms around their boyfriends, holding them in a way that they couldn’t escape , without being uncomfortable or realizing what’s going on.

“Actually , Virgil. Me and Remus have a surprise for you guys before we start. “

Virgil hums and Logan says “the correct phrasing would be Remus and I”

Remus just responds by saying “hush, nerdy wolverine. “

Then, with a silent countdown, the twins start ‘attacking’ their boyfriends, scribbling at their sides and poking their tummies.

Both boys , suprised, immediately burst out laughing .

“Whahahahat theheheh fuhuhuhuhck? “ Virgil manages through his laughter . “You better hope Patton doesn’t hear you! Or you might be tickle tickle tickled even more!” Roman teases, his smile growing when Virgil breaks out in a light blush.

“Thihihis. Ihihihis nohohot aha vehehehery gohohood suPRHIHISe” he squeaks at the end when Remus squeezes his thigh.

“You are in No position to be rude, teach.”

“Ohoho shihiHIhIt.” Logan responds

“Hey look brother, we turned them from salty to sweet! “ Roman exclaimed

“Indeed we did, but I think we could use a bit more sugar!”

——————————————————————-

The boys continued for a while just like that, teasing their boyfriends and playfully scribbling against their ticklish spots, before Roman gets an idea, a very very evil idea .

Giving his brother a look that says “follow along” Roman speaks “Y’know, we added some sugar into this salty dish, but I think it needs a little extra kick.” He says, grinning evilly

“Oh, I agree, what kinda kick were you thinking?” Remus catches on quickly, matching Roman’s grin as they both continue to assault their lovers with tickles .

“Something fruity , that’s for sure “

“Like us!”

Roman sighs, “like us. However, I can’t think of what fruit to add. Do you have any ideas?”

“I was thinking…. Raspberries?”

“I couldn’t of come up with a better idea!”

“Ohohoho nohohoho . Nohohohot thahahat!” Virgil exclaimed , although he didn’t really mean it. He had to admit, if only to himself, laughing this much was starting to make him feel better.

Logan was very much in the same boat . His mood having been greatly impacted.

I hope your ready! In three, two, one, “ Remus started

“PBBbBBbBbFFt” both twins raspberried at the same time .

“AAHHHahahahahahhahaHa! “CRAHHAHap DoHOHont DoHOhoo THaHAHat!” Logan

“No can do!” That was Roman. Remus nods , they both breathe

“PBBbbBbBbbFFfFT”

More raspberries. More laughter.

After a while, the twins stop, leaving two very giggly sides curled up in their laps.

“So, we still up for a movie?” Roman says, lightly shaking the remote .

Both boys just nod weakly.

As the opening song plays, the twins both think

‘Definitely turned them from salty to sweet.’

—————————-THE END —————————

#parrotwrites #sfw tickle community #lee!logan #lee!virgil #ler!remus #ler!roman #sanders sides tickles

[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

[ticklemet1mbers]

SANDERS SIDES T COMMUNITY HELP ME OUT

I read a fanfic a while ago and it was HUGE. Like REALLY LONG. It was lee!Virgil and ler!Roman and I think it had something to do with Roman becoming Virgil’s roommate (human AU) and being super honest and open about how he wrote t fics? And Virgil was super embarrassed about it and started talking to Roman in tumblr in secret?

PLEASE HELP I NEED TO FIND IT

#HELP #TW caps #tickles #sanders sides tickling #lee!virgil #ler!roman #grey is panicking #grey’s in a lee mood lmfao

[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

[spookyghostbunny]

I missed your smile too

Alright everyone, come get your yummy bread crumbs!

Lucifer was pacing back and forth in his room full of rubber ducks. That fight with the hotel's busboy really got to him. What was his name again? Doesn't matter. He stops when he sees a duck that looks like Charlie. He picks it up, beginning to rant aloud.

"That busboy is insane! He really had the fucking nerve to call him your dad to my face! Me! Lucifer!The King of Hell! Your real dad! Your flesh and blood! Your kin! He can't possibly think he's a better dad than me!? No one in Hell is a better dad than me!" He paused, looking down at the Charlie duck. "Right?"

The duck of course didn't respond.

He lets out a pathetic sigh, holding the duck close and flopping on his bed. Who was he kidding? Anyone would be a better dad to Charlie than him. He was barely in her life! He doesn't know her favorite drink, her favorite color, anything! He didn't even know she had a girlfriend until today!

Lucifer rolled over, shoving his face into a pillow with a groan. He was the worst dad in the universe!

The sad little man looked up from his pity party when he heard a soft knock on the door. He quickly gets up, clumsy running around and fixing his appearance. "Uh- C-come in!" He answered once he looked mostly presentable.

Charlie opens the door, peaking around the messy room. She doesn't remember there being this many ducks.

Lucifer stared at her in complete shock. His daughter? Here? HIS DAUGHTER WAS HERE!!!

He coughs, trying to act cool. "Heeeey, Char-Char! What- what are you doing here? Couldn't get enough of your old man today, eh!" He rubs the back of his neck. What do you do in a situation like this? It's been years since Charlie came to visit him. Did she somehow know he was thinking about her?

Was the princess psychic this entire time!?

Charlie carefully steps into the room. "Hey, dad. Nice ducks?" She picks one up to examine. The ducky flipped in her hand before it suddenly started spitting fire. "AH!-" She yelps, dropping the duck and jumping away in fear.

Lucifer freaked out. "CHARLIE I'M SO SORRY THAT DUCK WAS A NEWER ONE I KNEW IT WAS STUPID PLEASE DON'T HATE ME-" He was cut off when Charlie placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Deep breaths, dad. It's ok. I don't hate you. I never hated you." She helps him get his breathing normal as she leads him to the bed.

They sit down, Charlie taking her dad's hands in hers. "I just wanted to thank you for... Everything. I know we were... Distant- But today was a huge step forward!" His daughter smiles, and Lucifer had to hold back tears. "You're an amazing dad. I wouldn't want anyone else."

That did it. That broke the camel's back. He choked on a sob, pulling the sweet princess into a tight hug. His daughter really was psychic!!

Charlie hugged back just as hard. She didn't like seeing her father cry. A frown wasn't a good look on him. Like Alastor says: You're never fully dressed without a smile!

And she knew just the trick to bring his back.

Without any warning Charlie pulls back and tackles her dad.

"Oof! Wha- Charlie! What are- Oh no. Nononono!" His eyes widen with panic from the mischievous smirk on her face.

"Who's this Charlie you speak of? I'm.... The Tickle Monster! Rawrrr!" She broke character for a second to giggle. Lucifer used to use this trick on her when she was sad, so now she's returning the favor! She formed her hands into claws and wiggled them above his stomach. "I'm here to feast!" She growled in a deep funny voice.

Lucifer panicked more, but he also felt a mixture of silliness and pride. It's been a long long time since him and Charlie played together. He thought she wouldn't remember this game. His smile turned wobbly, deciding to play along. "Pl-please, Miss T-tickle Monster! Have m-hehehercy!" He was already starting to giggle.

Charlie broke character again to squee in pure happiness. She didn't actually expect him to go along with this! She clears her throat, putting back on her scary tickle monster persona. "Silence! My meals don't talk!" She dives in, attacking his belly with many scribbles and pokes. "They laugh!"

Luci squealed, bursting into high-pitched giggles. He grabs onto Charlie's wrists, but he made no move to push them away. "Chahaharlie! Ihihit tihihickles!"

Charlie couldn't help but to coo at her dad. "That's the point, ya goober! And that's Miss Tickle Monster to you!" She moved up higher to pinch at his ribs.

The King of Hell's giggles turned into full on laughter. He kicked his feet and squirmed, still not trying to get away.

"My, these ribs give off some tasty laughter! I must have more!" With each pinch she made a nomming noise like she was actually eating his laughter.

Lucifer flushed at the silliness of it all. He had to admit, this was making him feel better. It's been so long since he had a good laugh, and the anxiety from earlier melted away with each "nom."

Charlie stopped to give her father a quick break. "Mmm! Those ribs were delicious! Now I'm craving something for dessert!"

Lucifer froze. He knew what that meant. Still, he didn't want to ruin the fun. He pretended to be curious. In reality, he was preparing himself for what's to come. "What would that be, Miss Tickle Monster?"

"Raspberries!" The Princess leaned down, blowing a huge raspberry on Lucifer's tummy.

Luci went absolutely crazy with laughter! He even let out a few snorts! "OHOHOHO GOHOHOHODNEHEHESS!!" He shook his head, covering his blushy face.

Charlie was delighted by his reaction and laughed along with him. She blew a few more raspberries before deciding he had enough and falling onto the bed next to him. "You alright there, dad?"

"Ihih'm fihihine!" Despite still being giggly he felt great!

Soon enough, they were both taking a well deserved nap.

"That's good. I really did miss your smile too, dad." She hugs him, snuggling into his side.

#roman writes things #lee!lucifer #ler!charlie #hazbin hotel tickles #soft silly father daughter bonding #how many of my fics end with the characters falling alseep #not important😌

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

"Not Ticklish"

can be seen as a ship or as friends

As Virgil scrolls through his phone and the others watch a show on TV, Roman wraps an arm around Virgil's waist. Virgil leans into Roman while still staring at his phone.

Time passes and Virgil makes a sassy comment to Roman earning him a poke on his ribs. This would have been fine if Virgil didn't squeak and flinch at this.

Roman looks back down at the younger boy, a small smirk on his lips. "What was that?"

"Hm?" Virgil says as he acts like he doesn't know what the taller boy means. This earns him another poke on the ribs, making him squeak a little louder this time.

"Say, you wouldn't be *ticklish* by chance, would you?"

"Nope, not ticklish" Virgil says while going back to his phone.

Roman takes Virgil's phone and places it down on the coffee table in front of them. "Then you wouldn't mind if i.." Roman brought his hands into Virgil's view and started wiggling them, inching closer and closer to Virgil's torso by the second.

"Don't-" Virgil says while wrapping his arms tightly around his torso.

"Are you Green storm cloud?" Roman whispered into Virgil's ear causing him to scrunch up his shoulders and turn red before giving a slight nod.

Roman's hand reach Virgil's torso, tickling every inch in there wake while Virgil kick and squeals and laughs.

Let's just say that they were entertained for a while.

(Very sry it's so short, idk how to exactly explain the tickling. I'm open to constructive criticism if y'all have any. Other than that have a lovely day/night/ect, hope to have more fics soon<3)

#t wording #tickling #twording #tickle community #lee!virgil #ler!roman #sanders sides tickling

[theoncelee]

So, I ended up not finishing my precalc and physics homework until like 23:00, so I still haven’t written anything for day three. I do have something for day four though because I wrote it like a week ago because I thought the prompt was really cute. I will try to make day three happen at some point today, but I figured you can have day four first!

Day four- Reward

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ship: Platonic or Romantic Prinxiety (lee!Virgil and ler!Roman)

Warnings: this is a tickle fic. If you don’t like tickling don’t read this. A few capital words but not many. There’s really not much to warn about, this fic is super soft and fluffy.

A Different Kind of Bet

(stellar title I know)

“Aww come on! How are you so good at this?” Roman whined, gesturing vaguely at the game of Beach Buggy Racing (Mario Kart is overdone and overrated) they were playing. “Maybe you just suck” Virgil quipped back with a smirk. “You little-“ Roman started before shaking his head with a chuckle, “alright, mister tickle-me-EGO, how about a bet? Since you’re so cocky, loser of the next race gets the shit tickled out of them”. Virgil immediately sunk into the couch cushions with a growing blush. In his position, most people wouldn’t sweat. He was clearly better at the game, with little chance of losing. That was exactly the problem.

Virgil, wasn’t like most people. He really liked being tickled, more than was probably considered normal. He hadn’t necessarily been in the mood to be tickled, but, well, now that Roman MENTIONED it, it sounded kinda nice. He could throw the game, but he was way too competitive for that. Plus, how would he possibly do that without Roman realizing? “What’s wrong Virgil?” Roman asked with a smirk. “Scared you’ll lose?” He teased, before taking note of the way Virgil was curled up in embarrassment with a rosy tint to his cheeks. “Wait, you’re not scared you’ll lose, are you. You’re scared you’ll WIN,” Roman finished, with a teasing but genuine beam. Virgil’s face was a total giveaway. His face turned a deep shade of crimson and his eyes widened while a wobbly smile grew on his face. Roman’s smile softened. Virgil was way too cute. “How about this then? WINNER gets the shit tickled out of them.” Roman didn’t even wait for a response before starting the next race. Even though Virgil was practically VIBRATING with anticipation, he won effortlessly (which had absolutely NOTHING to do with Roman casually flinging his car off the road at every possible opportunity). “Hey! No fair, you totally threw that game,” Virgil whined, watching Roman yeet his car off the wide road right near the finish line ending the race with a DNF. “Don’t be like that when you love this,” Roman chuckled before setting his controller down on the coffee table and lightly scribbling his fingers into Virgil’s ribs. Virgil erupted into an adorable fit of giggles, squealing in childlike delight. “See? You’re not fighting back at all! I’m not even pinning you down”. Virgil couldn’t even be bothered to deny it. He just giggled up a storm and GOD it felt good. Roman let his fingers roam all over Virgil’s tummy, even slipping his fingers under his hoodie when he felt mischievous, but he kept his tickling light. He wanted it to stay playful, knowing Virgil liked it better that way. Virgil never resisted, never fought back, only giggled with a shout of “nohoho” and “waihaihaihahahait” whenever Roman brushed over a particularly sensitive spot. But he never said “stop”.

“Yknow what Virgil? I’m getting a bit hungry” Roman started. “youhouhou’re ahahalwahahahays huhuhungreeheehy” Virgil drawled lazily. “Hush” Roman snickered, enunciated with a squeeze to Virgil’s hips. “I’m rather craving a very specific fruit.” Virgil chuckled, and not just from the tickling. “ohof couhouhourse yohou wohould, gahahahaylohohord,” he snickered. Roman scoffed before continuing, “I’m craving raspberries, Virgil.” Virgil’s demeanor changed instantly. His squirming grew more frantic and for the first time he started pushing at Roman’s hands. “Rohohomahahan nohohohoho” he squealed. “Roman YES,” Roman replied before taking a deep breath and dipping his head down towards Virgil’s quivering tummy. “no no no no nonononononohohohohAHAHAHAHAHA ROMAN” Virgil shrieked. Roman began peppering raspberries all over Virgil’s tummy, before placing a last raspberry over Virgil’s navel (one that lasted much too short long if you asked him). Sensing Virgil had had enough, Roman sat up before scooping Virgil into his arms and rubbing away the ghost tingles. Virgil didn’t quite relax, however. “Hey Virge, what’s wrong?” Roman asked, concerned he’d gone too far. “Is it weird?” came the response. “Is what weird? Being ticklish? Uh, no, most people are ticklish Virge.” Roman replied. Virgil shook his head, “no I meant, that I, well uh,” “Is it weird you like it?” Roman interrupted. Virgil nodded. Roman continued, “nah it’s not weird. It’s cute. And, if it makes you feel any better, I like it too. I mean, why would I suggest a bet like that in the first place when I was losing that bad?” Virgil turned around sharply in Roman’s hold, sporting a bright grin the could only mean trouble. He met Roman’s wildly excited eyes and wasted no time in tackling Roman and tickling him until he was all giggled out, returning the favor and giving Roman what he’d been after in the first place. What Virgil had been too flustered to even notice. After Roman’s breathing had slowed to a normal rate, the pair curled up in each others arms. For the moment, they were completely content. Roman mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “thank you” before promptly falling asleep, smiling and satisfied. Virgil muttered “yeah, ditto,” and sat back to admire Roman’s sleeping form. He wasn’t awake to enjoy it for much longer.

And when Patton and Logan came home from the store, maybe Patton took a photo, maybe he didn’t. Logan DEFINITELY complained that they hadn’t bothered to even shut the game off. Do those idiots even CARE about energy conservation?

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