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theoncelee · 2 years

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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?

#tickle fic #my fics #sanders sides #sanders sides tickle fic #lee!virgil #ticklish!virgil #ler!roman #augtickletober2022 #day four #reward

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just-your-average-author · 2 years

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Brendon Urie and Brad Pitts

heyo! @rosileeduckie was the first to reply to my 1-8 question and they picked 5! so here we have a newly revamped fic from the archives. I was secretly so excited to post as this is one of my personal favorites.

also side note, sorry for the lack of postage recently, i was going through an almost breakup (never fear, things have worked out) and then i had surgery so I've been out of commission for a bit lol. but!! i am working on a new fic tho which should be able to be posted in the near future. anywho thanks for reading. reblogs and comments make my day, i read every one. thank you all <3

Roman knew that look. That look meant he had crossed the line. That look meant that if he didn’t get out of Virgil’s line of vision in exactly four seconds, he was doomed.

“Roman.” Virgil’s voice was still and calm to an outsider, but Roman recognized the true malice behind the tone. His body flooded with terror.

“Um, yeah?” he asked, wincing and closing one eye as if to escape the death stare he was being given.

“Did you just say that Brendon Urie was an overrated singer?” Virgil’s voice remained monotone, but that only betrayed his true intentions all the more.

Virgil and Roman were cuddled up in Virgil’s bed, Roman being the little spoon as he was resting his head on Virgil’s chest (a tragic move now seeing that he was extremely vulnerable), and the pair were discussing their favorite music. A friendly enough conversation for most people. They had mini banters here and there, debating on what was classified as rock versus pop-punk. But oh- Roman had to go and cross the line. He just had to insult Virgil’s favorite singer of all time.

“N-no?” he stuttered, obviously unsure of himself.

“You do realize his vocal range is higher then your IQ, right?”

“I didn’t say anything,” lied the boy, now getting increasingly anxious. He had dug himself a grave.

“Oh, but I believe you did,” Virgil replied, slowly sitting up from his position, and letting Roman’s head softly fall off his chest and onto the pillow. He faced to Roman with a sinister look. “I’m pretty sure I heard you say that.”

“Virgil-” pleaded Roman, getting more desperate by the second, but yet had to make himself bite back a smile.

Virgil growled playfully. “I’m sorry, but it’s too late. The damage has been done.”

Roman found himself tittering in anticipation already.

Virgil broke character for a moment to smile at his giggly nature. “Oh? You think this is funny?” he challenged, ironically smiling brightly as well.

“Noho, Sir!”

“Did you just laugh at me?” asked Virgil, with a now dopey smile covering his face.

“What? No! Not at all!” Roman protested, yet the giggles behind his voice gave away his lie. He sunk down into the mattress further, but still couldn’t wipe the excited smile off his face for the life of him. For that matter, neither could Virgil.

“That’s it!” Virgil pounced, and quickly pinned Roman’s hands above his head, all while smirking down at him. Roman didn’t even fight or protest; he peaceably accepted his fate. Virgil moved his wrists to only one hand and wiggled the non-occupied hand’s fingers menacingly. “So, Brad Pitts,” he cooed, annunciating the second part of the nickname as a grave foreshadowing to his plan. Roman blush wasn’t well hidden, even under the cloak of night. “You gonna tell me the truth? I might be able to spare you some mercy, hm?” Virgil leaned in closer, the fingers still wiggling dangerously close to his tickle spot.

Roman bit his lip to hold back the hysterical giggles already threatening to spill as he contemplated his next move. Virgil’s ler face was too flustering and adorable to take seriously. They both knew he wanted this.

“I wasn’t laughing at you!” Roman countered stubbornly.

Virgil sighed, despite the smile still staying put. “Fine. Guess we’ll have to do this the hard way.”

He took his free hand and lowered it closer to Roman’s exposed armpit, all while Roman squirmed and tittered underneath him.

“Oh? Extra nervous tonight, aren’t we?” he teased, continuously moving his wiggling fingers closer and closer. Roman didn’t reply. With a single wink, Virgil launched his hand at full speed and began mercilessly scratching the hollows of his armpits. Roman immediately burst into cackles, his back pressed into the mattress as he tried to escape the torment.

“Nahahaha!” Roman squealed and kicked out from underneath his captor. “Dohohohon‘t!”

“Aww,” cooed Virgil. “Someone a little too tickle, tickle, ticklish for my tickles?”

Roman blushed furiously, now hiding his face in his arm. “Stahahap!”

“Stop what, Ro?” he asked, a lilt to his voice.

“Stahahap sahahaying thahat word!” he giggles out, slightly breathless.

Virgil grinned. “What word? Tickle? Is tickle the word you don’t like?”

“Vihihihirge!”

“Whaaaat?” he teased. “Just asking if tickle is the bad word. So to clarify, you don’t want me to comment on your ticklishness and how much the tickly tickles are getting to you?”

Roman only blushed harder in reply, face now bright red, and his laughter growing wheezy. “Vihihirgil, please!”

“Okay, okay,” laughed Virgil. He lowered his scratching fingers down to his ribs, skittering them experately up and down the bones, wiggling in between the spaces, leaving his lee a hopeless mess. Roman kicked again, which Virgil responded by quickly kneading his right hip, digging in all around the bone. Roman screeched.

“NOHOHO! I’m sahahaHAHARY!!” he called out, currently on the brink of hysterics.

“Sorry?” Virgil asked incredulously. “The great Roman Sanders is sorry? When is he ever sorry?”

Roman’s eyes were screwed shut, but he could hear that wretched smile perfectly. “Ple-“ he hiccuped. “Phehehehehease!”

Virgil rolled his eyes fondly. “Fine.”

He stopped the torturous touches, and released Roman’s wrist. He laid back down next to Roman and shut his eyes. He contentedly listened to the sound of Roman controlling his leftover giggles and settle his breathing. One adequately flustered prince to go.

Roman groaned softly after he had caught his breath and rolled over to fling an arm around Virgil.

“Mm, you’re mean,” he mumbled, face now buried half in the pillow and half in Virgil’s chest.

Virgil scoffed softly. “So I’ve been told.” He rested his head on Roman’s in response to the cuddle request. “But you love it.”

Virgil barely made out Roman’s retort before he felt the prince drift into unconsciousness. He shifted down a little himself, feeling the strong arms that wrapped around his waist tighten, and drifted off to sleep with happiness in his heart.

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virgil-isnt-a-lee · 3 months

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OKAY LISTEN IT DEPENDS ON THE SPOT but usually rougher tickles

#ask games #asked and answered #virgil speaks #like my back is usually more Ticklish to gentle tickles #but like if you grab my ribs and just started fuckin vibrating your hands I WILL SCREAM #so #attempt at your own risk #tickles #sfw tickle community #asks!

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ghoooooostsposts · 3 months

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teases that would absolutely KIIILLL MEEE DEAD ON THE FLOOORRR

(oh boy i rlly rlly hope no one uses these)

(i am lying so bad)

“oh my god?!? are you seriously THIS tksh?!?” aggdhdjdj no!! pointing it out to makes makes it wohohorseee

“tcky tcky tcky tcky” SHUTTHEFUCK UPPPGJJRJD

“n’aawwwww are you ____?!” (squeaking, snorting, squirming) YEAH CANT YOY SEEE THAT

“how are you this ticklish?!” IM NOT. ZIP YA LIP

“wait does this tk??” yehehehs u mf everything doooess🥲

“there’s no way THIS tks too?? HOW??” FUCK OFFFF

“oh im gonna getchuuu” nbehehahah no!!!

“ur sooo giggly” i CANT HEELOPPP IIITTT

post ib by @virgil-isnt-a-lee :)

#sfw tk blog #sfw tk community #sfw tkl blog #tkl community #tk community #tkls #tickle community #sfw tickle blog

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oliviaischillin1204 · 4 months

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lots to learn

Pairings: Romantic Anamoceit

Word Count: 1,323 words

this is a direct sequel to this minific from a few years ago, they don't have to be read together but u might as well lol

"... I guess I've got a lot to learn."

"I think we all do!"

Virgil smiled up at him, and really, Patton couldn't help but lean down and press a kiss against his forehead.

"Do we wanna keep going, or are we tired?" he asked lightly. He really hadn't meant to tease, but it was pretty cute how both Virgil and Janus went suddenly shy at the idea of them continuing their little 'lesson'.

"Well, I for one have quite a busy morning at work tomorrow," Janus interjected, pretending he wasn't flushed and avoiding Patton's eyes. "So I'll have to pass on being the... subject, in order to get any actual rest. Unfortunately."

"Oh, sure," Patton replied. "So that means you're definitely not going to get any more tickles tonight, unless you change your mind and ask me or Virge to tickle you! That's what you want, right? No more tickles tonight?"

Janus' fingers clenched where he'd folded his arms protectively over his chest. "...Yes. It's not like I'd ever ask for more, of course."

"Oh, of course not," Patton teased, winking obviously at his husband. He gave Janus about twenty minutes tops before he caved and starting begging, which meant...

Patton smiled down at Virgil, who was still lying on his back in between himself and Janus. He returned Patton's gaze with a shy yet cocky gaze.

"Do you wanna...?" Patton offered. Virgil nodded wordlessly, biting his lip.

"Aw, yeah? You wanna go ahead and lift those arms for me, then?" he continued.

There were a few moments as Virgil took in a slow, shaky breath, before he managed to fold his arms behind his head. Janus shifted, sitting up further, but the slight movement was enough to make Virgil slam his arms back down to his sides with a panicked noise.

Neither Patton or Janus could stop the laughter that burst out of them.

"My goodness, darling, is it really that bad?" Janus teased.

"Oh, come on, Janny, you know how it is!" Patton retorted. "The anticipation makes everything feel so much more sensitive, huh, Virge?"

Virgil didn't respond; he was too busy burying his dark face in his hands as his partners teased him. "Please kill me."

"You wish," Janus replied. "Arms up, buttercup."

"Janus."

"If you have a problem with nicknames I'm afraid you're going to have to speak up soon. Patton can be quite creative."

Patton smirked, his voice a sing-song as he replied, "You would know!"

"Enough," Janus said in a voice that was not quite begging. "Eyes on Virgil, please."

Patton chuckled one more time, but did move on the bed until he was lying comfortably on his side next to Virgil, one hand propping up his head while the other rested innocently next to Virgil's side. Janus did the same; Virgil cut his eyes over to him, and he merely gave him that slow, sharp smile that Virgil loved.

"Should we make it a game?" Patton asked, fingers drumming the mattress and making Virgil tense up.

Janus hummed. "Maybe 'how long can you keep your arms up'? Or 'how long can you hold in your laughter'?"

"I'm not gonna last that long," Virgil blurted. His arms twitched, begging to drop to his sides, but he kept his hands behind his head. "I'm-- I'm really ticklish, and you're making it so horrible, but I do like it, but I feel like I'm gonna explode and you haven't even started yet--"

"Shhhhhhh," Janus whispered. "Breathe, Vergilius." His raised his hand, letting Virgil keep his eyes on his fingers as they curled in the air. "Just trust us. We'll take care of you."

Virgil was so entranced by Janus' fingers that he was completely unprepared for Patton running his nails down his side. Virgil gasped; his arms dropped just as he'd warned them, but Janus was viper-quick and managed to grab one elbow, pinning the arm closest to him back next to Virgil's head.

"Oh, hello," Janus purred, "what's this?" He fluttered his nails on Virgil's other side, the mirror image of where Patton's hand had been, and Virgil couldn't stop the keening squeal that escaped from his throat.

"Aw, is that a good spot?" Patton cooed. He copied Janus' pose by easily pulling Virgil's arm up so he could pin it (either because Patton was clearly stronger than Virgil and was able to pry his arm away from his side, or because Virgil was actually trying very hard to not protect himself from the tickles).

"Must be, if he's fighting us this much," Janus continued.

"Can't-- hehehelp it!" Virgil whined. His laughter was coming out in spurts and bursts, like he was trying to hold it back. This was torture; Patton's rough hands and rounded nails scratching between his ribs and his side was already enough to make him want to lose it, but Janus was much more delicate, which was freaking worse, because that meant he let his well-manicured nails dance ever so gently just above the most sensitive spots along Virgil's waistline, not speeding up and not going any rougher, just enough to make Virgil want to throw his head back and wail.

Of course, he couldn't do that, because he had three sleeping kids in the house and the thought of having to go through their bedtime routines yet again was exhausting. All he could do was lean forward and gasp in a breath as quietly as possible before saying, "Wait wait wait wait--"

His partners stopped immediately.

"I can't-- can't be quiet," he choked out. "The kids-- I don't wanna wake them, I'm sorry--"

"It's alright, sweetie," Patton replied, stroking Virgil's hair. He looked over Virgil's head at Janus, and the two seemed to have a silent conversation for a moment before he continued, "I have a thought."

The next thing Virgil knew, Patton was maneuvering him around, even picking him up for a brief moment and making Virgil yelp with surprise. When he was settled, Virgil found himself sitting on Patton's lap, his legs on either side of Patton's hips and their chests nearly pressed together. Heat rushed back to his face at the proximity.

"How about this?" Patton asked. "You need to laugh, you do it into my shoulder."

Virgil was about to respond when suddenly the hairs on the back of his neck stood up as Janus leaned up to whisper in his ear.

"Would that help you stay a bit quieter, darling?"

Virgil nodded so fast he almost hurt himself. "Yes."

He could feel Janus' grin again the back of his neck. "Good." That's all the warning he had before Janus' nails trailed all the way down his sides, from his armpits to just above his hips.

The noise that came out of him was nearly indecent, but Patton's hand came up and pushed Virgil's head into his shoulder just in time. This was almost worse, for Virgil-- not being able to see anything, so vulnerable and exposed pressed between his partners' chests-- but at least he didn't have to hold in his laughter anymore. He could merely relish in it as Patton's hands wrapped around his back to trace and spider through his sleep shirt all over the sensitive spots on his back, or as Janus' hands snuck around to flutter damningly all over Virgil's stomach.

"It's okay," Patton murmured into Virgil's hair, although the other man could barely hear it over his own muffled laughter. "We've got you. Just laugh it out."

"Besides," Janus continued, curling forward so his breath could once again tickle Virgil's ears, "it's your day off tomorrow. I think this is a perfect chance to explore this wonderful little secret I found, hmm?"

Virgil could blame it on the fact that he couldn't speak at the moment-- not with his mouth, wide open and wailing, pressed into the warmth that was Patton's shoulder-- but if he were honest... he couldn't agree with Janus more.

#my posts #my writing #tickling #tickle fic #sanders sides tickling #lee!virgil #ler!janus #ler!patton #lots to learn #drafted on november 15 2021 #EDIT: UM I LITERALLY FINISHED THIS LIKE OVER A MONTH AGO AND I FORGOT TO POST IT #SORRYYYYYY #anyways have this while i (once again) try to finish some of my longer wips lmao

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too-much-yike · 10 months

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logan is a neck kisser. 100%. i don’t make the rules.

he likes them bc he gets to be as close as possible w virgil and virgil’s neck is absolutely super ticklish and he gets super easily flustered, you cannot change my mind. so whenever he kisses virgil’s neck, he gets to hear his bf’s laugh and sees virgil’s face get really red.

meanwhile virgil likes to do more quick subtle/tame kisses like on the cheek since he gets embarrassed when he does anything that directly shows his affection towards logan.

#analogical

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whichsandersside · 6 months

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poll submitted by Anonymous

#sanders sides #remus sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #ts logan #roman sanders #ts remus #ts virgil #ts patton #ts roman #ts janus #janus sanders

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trashyswitch · 6 months

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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

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starlocked01 · 10 months

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Dukexiety Day 2- Games

Summary- Janus is sore about Remus and Virgil's newest game.

WC- 1015

Warnings- swearing, kissing, making out, caps lock shouting

@dukexietyweek

Beyond a single doubt, Virgil knew that his prized headphones were the MVPs of any of his possessions. Because living with Remus and Janus was loud and frequently annoying. And he proudly did his part to make it louder and more annoying, so long as he had his headphones to drown out the carnage.

He felt certain his most recent psy-op had succeeded far above expectations when he heard Janus’ screams for assistance above Gerard Way’s screeching vocals.

“What- Get off me! Rem- STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

Virgil snickered and pulled a ear piece from his head to listen to the crash of bodies falling into the common space table, Janus’ continued cries of surprise and Remus’ cackling with depraved glee.

“REMUS! GET YOUR FILTHY- Do not make me get the spray bottle- REMUS!”

Virgil had to bite his hand to keep from laughing out loud. It sure sounded like Remus was winning. Janus screeched again and Virgil quickly replaced the headphones at the sound of angry mismatched footsteps approaching the door to his room. He took deep breaths to maintain his composure, waiting for the inevitable-

“Virgil? Open this door at once,” Janus sounded absolutely irate, trying to hide his emotions in a sticky sweet, honeyed tone. The call was paired with rapid pounding at the door, which Janus often employed since Virgil so often tried to tune out the mindscape shenanigans.

Virgil bit his lip before replying, “What do you want?” trying to sound as annoyed at the intrusion as possible.

Janus forced open the door and stepped inside. His cape sat askew on his shoulders, his hat nowhere to be found and his hair a tousled mess. Virgil had to swallow a smile as his gaze fell down to Janus’ feet, one still clad in his snake-skin Oxford while the other foot was bare of both shoe and sock. Janus glared at him, the missing shoe held in his hand and waving dramatically at Virgil.

“Please explain why your feral partner attacked me and stole my sock?” Janus demanded, waving the shoe around as proof of the missing sock.

Virgil stared back at Janus, debating which answer would be funniest.

“You cannot lie to me, Virgil. Why is that gremlin attacking me for my socks?”

Virgil took a deep breath, “He’s practicing.”

“Practicing?”

“Yes. And it’s not going to do him any good,” Virgil grinned wickedly, “What? Have you never heard of sock wrestling, J?”

Janus’s eyes bulged in disbelief, but he was quickly knocked off balance as Remus dashed into the room from behind him on all fours, jumping up on the bed in a smooth leap and landing perfectly in Virgil’s lap. Virgil laughed with glee seeing the pilfered sock dangling from between sharp teeth.

“My sock!”

“Good job, Re! You do know you’re supposed to issue a challenge first though, right?” Virgil laughed and grabbed the sock, tugging on it to get Remus to let go.

Remus growled and pulled back against Virgil, refusing to open his mouth. Virgil grinned and slid a hand under his tattered fishnet shirt, finding Remus’ ticklish spot with practiced ease.

Remus laughed and curled away from the offending touch, Janus’ sock falling from his lips. Virgil smirked and tossed the sock back to Janus who stood watching, unable to mask the utter confusion and fury on his face.

“Shoo. I gotta put this poser in his place,” Virgil barked at Janus, rolling over with Remus so that he had the chaotic side pinned to the bed, “trust me- you don’t want to be in the room when his socks come off.”

Janus groaned and quickly retreated, muttering under his breath about needing to find darning needles to fix bite marks.

Remus giggled and tried to push Virgil off, a slippery tentacle slithering from his back and down the bed, reaching for Virgil’s foot. Virgil laughed and quickly swatted the appendage away.

“Hey! You know extra limbs are cheating!”

“But I never win!” Remus whined, still trying to wrap the tentacle around Virgil’s Converse.

“You would if you planned your moves out,” Virgil taunted, quickly snatching Remus’ shoe off with one hand while the other grabbed the tentacle.

Remus gasped but used the movement to sit up and grab Virgil by the shoulders, “Who said I wasn’t planning?” he asked as he kicked his foot away from Virgil’s grasping fingers. Virgil grunted with exertion, making another grab before Remus planted a sloppy kiss on his lips.

How unfair. But he expected Remus to play dirty.

Virgil pressed into the kiss, trying to pin Remus back down on his bed while locking their legs together. Remus parted his lips and before Virgil could quite process what was happening, had bit his tongue and kicked off one of Virgil’s shoes.

“-ey!” Virgil moaned, trying to wrench back his tongue and control of the game, “-ou fuggin’ cheadar!”

Remus snorted and pulled Virgil into a tight hug, breaking the kiss, “mine! You can’t escape me!”

Virgil laughed and broke out of the hug, pinning Remus’ arms to his sides and straddling his legs, “Watch me, pretty boy.”

Remus blushed, “you’re not gonna think I’m pretty for much longer…”

Virgil blinked, “Why not?”

Remus grinned, sharp canines on full display as he pulled his arm out of Virgil’s grasp, holding up a purple and black striped sock, “I win.”

Virgil stared with mouth agape for a moment, suddenly feeling the sheets on his bare foot, “un-fucking-believable. I let you win by cheating.”

Remus cackled and pulled Virgil back down to his chest, “you’re just mad I beat you at your own game.”

“By cheating.”

“You never said no kisses!”

“Because I would never discourage you from kissing me.”

Remus smirked, pulling the sock behind Virgil’s neck and using it to pull him close, “Is that so? Did I win another kiss?”

Virgil chuckled and gazed into Remus’ gorgeous brown eyes, sparking with adrenaline, joy, and mischief. He dipped down to kiss Remus again, biting at his lip and pressing close.

There were perks to losing the game.

#sanders sides #remus sanders #virgil sanders #dukexiety #dukexiety week 2023 #janus sanders #sock wrestling #tentacles

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fluffomatic · 1 year

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Next in line to tickle Virgil is out boy Deciet! Gotta love the creepy snake man. Cannot wait to see what else Thomas does with Janus. He's such a cool character. His and Virgil's relationship is super interesting to me!!! I wanna know the backstory! Either way, Janus is definitely one to tickle the shit outta Virge~

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

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

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why-not-a-tickle-blog · 1 year

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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

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sp4ceqtown · 1 year

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Welcome to my Blog!♡

Facts about me :

Name : Megi

Age : 19 yrs old.

Nationality : Japanese // Greek

MBTI Type : INTP-T

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Football Clubs (+favorite players) :

PSG (Paris Saint-German) :

Neymar Jr. (10, Forward)

Kylian Mbappé (7, Forward)

Lionel Messi (30, Forward)

Sergio Ramos (4, Defender)

Achraf Hakimi (2, Defender)

Marquinhos (5, Defender)

Vitinha (17, Midfielder)

F.C Barcelona :

Gavi (6, Midfielder)

Pedri (8, Midfielder)

Raphinha (22, Forward)

Lewandowski (9, Forward)

Chelsea F.C :

João Félix (11, Forward)

Mason Mount (19, Midfielder)

and more.

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Masterlist :

João Félix :

A comforting walk (Fluff)

- in which You and João go for a little walk to clear your mind.

Comforting Words (Angst (?) + Fluff)

- in which You comfort João after Chelsea lost a match.

Late Night Snuggles (Fluff)

- in which You can't fall asleep but Joao is there to help you.

Plushie (Fluff)

- in which Joao wins the plushie you wanted.

TikTok Trend (Fluff + Flirty (?) )

- in which you try a TikTok Trend on João but he wasn't ready for the plot twist.

Edits (Fluff)

- in which João catches you watching edits of him.

Pablo Gavi :

No Cuddles? (Fluff)

- in which Gavi has been ignoring You and not giving you any cuddles.

Number 30 looks better on you (Fluff)

- in which You wear another player's jersey to make Gavi jealous.

Spanish Teaching (Fluff)

- in which Gavi teaches You some Spanish words.

Pedri González :

Hirai Momo x Pedri Gonzalez (Instagram AU)

- in which Pedri and Momo like and comment on each other posts and are seen together, are they together?

Kylian Mbappé :

A Rainy Day (Fluff)

- in which the weather in Paris is Rainy with Thunder, Kylian is there to protect you.

Attitude (Angst + Fluff)

- in which Kylian comes home after training grumpy and angry which leads into an argument.

Frustration (Fluff)

- in which Kylian is frustrated during the match and your the only one that can make him feel better.

Foot Massage (Fluff)

- in which Kylian gives you a foot message but he finds out you're ticklish.

Dating Headcanons

- what it's like dating Kylian Mbappé.

Acrylic Nails

- in which You get acrylic nails and give Kylian a massage.

Neymar Jr. :

Pregnant (Fluff)

- how would Neymar react to You being pregnant + little imagine.

Lionel Messi :

First Meeting (Fluff)

- in which Lionel Messi meets your parents for the first time, do they like him?

Erling Haaland :

Love in the Field (Fluff)

- in which Erling dedicates his goal to you.

Phil Foden :

You belong to me (Fluff)

- in which a guy flirts with you and Phil is there to show the guy who you belong to.

Virgil Van Dijk :

Lovely Night (Fluff)

- in which Virgil proposes to you during your birthday.

Mason Mount :

Break up (Angst)

- in which Mason thinks things aren't working out so he decides to break up with you.. will you get back together?

Break up (Angst + Pt.2)

- in which Mason regrets breaking up with you and asks for a second chance.

Sergio Ramos :

Protective (Fluff)

- in which Sergio doesn't like the way someone looks at you and he's there to protect you.

Dating Headcanons

- what it's like dating Sergio Ramos.

feel free to request any player of your choice!

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Have a great day/night!♡

- Megi.

#sp4ceqtown #football x reader #new blog #joao felix #pablo gavi #pedri gonzalez #kylian mbappe #neymar jr.#lionel messi #Spotify #erling haaland #phil foden #virgil van dijk #mason mount #sergio ramos

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i-tis-fight-or-flight-peoples · 4 months

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"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

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just-your-average-author · 5 months

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How ticklish would you hc each Sanders Sides character from 1-10? (Emile Picani and Remy optional)

Hmmm okay so PERSONALLY I'm a sucker for a good trope so I'm always feeling Virgil is the most ticklish.

so starting with Light Sides we have

Logan: 5 (average ticklish person, mostly have to be really keyed up to get a big reaction but ticklish none the less. can hide it the best out of all the sides)

Patton 5.5 (Slightly more ticklish then Logan, but despite that, he has some of the biggest reactions because he's having fun and the bigger the reaction, the more the others will tickle him!

Roman 8 (V ticklish!! despite being the primary Ler in the Mind Palace, he's actually the second most sensitive side. he has big hearty laughter that everyone loves if they dare to try!)

Virgil 9.5 (sweet boi, literally touch him ANYWHERE he at the very least giggles, and at the most screams. hates it with a passion ((not really)) but puts up with it for everyone else ((again not really)) )

Alt:

Remy: 4 (def ticklish in one very specific spot and no where else for some reason. will laugh alot and have fun with it but he's much more of a Ler)

Emile: (y'all don't kill me please I've never seen cartoon therapy I keep meaning to but still haven't so all I know is he's a therapist(?) so I can't really do him but for the heck of it I have him as 6.9)

TW DARK SIDES:

Janus: 6.5 (Fairly ticklish, mostly in obscure (?) places and almost none in the traditional "tickle spots". places like palms, ankles, wrists, face, and neck. He hides it well but if you're persistent he'll die)

Remus: 3 (in my personal HC I don't really like Remus all that much so I just hc him not at all but realistically I think he's a solid 3 cause that's like everyone on earth tbh. he hides it incredibly well tho)

anywho these are my personal HC thank you so much for the ask anon!!!!

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