#lee!virgil

[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.

[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!

[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.”

[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]

[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?

[hahanamegobrrrr]

Patton is Unfairly Good at This

810 words

lee!virgil, ler!patton

Virgil was in front of Patton’s door, knocking three times before being greeted by Patton. He took one look at Virgil and quirked an eyebrow, smiling in amusement.

“Do you want me to do the thing?” He asked. 

“Yeah…”Virgil smiled, biting his tongue between his teeth and already feeling the butterflies start to rise inside him. He came into Patton’s room and they both sat on the bed. 

“Okay, how do you want it?” Patton asked, tilting his head slightly to the side. The smile never leaving his face.

“Uhm, really light and gentle tickles? But like. Really, super teasy?” It was becoming much easier for Virgil to voice his wants, despite the fact it still made him bright red to say out loud. 

Patton’s amused smile turned to a smirk of unfair capabilities. “Ohhhh, so we’re feeling *teasy* today, are we?” He gently pushed Virgil down onto his back, maneuvering so that he was straddling Virgil’s legs. Virgil was now looking up at Patton leaning over him, wiggling his fingers dramatically. He could feel the anticipatory giggles building up inside him. For now, though, he was able to hold them in.

Patton slowly lifted up Virgil’s shirt, specifically trailing his fingers along his sides as he did so and leaving a line of tingles in his wake. He ghosted his fingers across Virgil’s torso, starting at his sides, traveling up to just before his armpits, then coming back down over his ribs and over his belly. Subtly wiggling his fingers, not even a centimeter away from the skin.

“I’m not touching you~” Patton teased in a sing-songy voice. It was like Virgil could feel it, even though there was nothing really to feel. The anticipation really got to him. The longer he looked at Patton’s fingers, the stronger the butterflies felt and the more the giggles were building up. He started to feel squirmy, wiggling as subtly as he could. Then, Patton hovered a single finger just over his belly button. Seeing this is what broke the dam, and Virgil broke into a fit of giggles.

“Aww. You’re so cute like this. Giggling and wiggling away from my fingers, and I’m not even touching you,” Patton said, continuing to ghost over Virgil’s belly. But then, going over Virgil’s ribs, he suddenly touched down and began lightly fluttering along.

“Well, now I am,” Patton said. Virgil’s giggling jumped in volume, and his squirming became much more pronounced. Each feather-light touch resulted in waves of tingles. Patton moved spots, swapping from fluttering to lightly scritching at his sides. Virgil jolted and threw his head back against the pillow, his hands shooting down to grab Patton’s wrists, despite not actually making any attempt to stop him.

“Oh, are the scritchy fingers too tickle-tickley?” Patton asked in faux confusion, continuing his tingly assault on Virgil’s sides. Virgil frantically shook his head, still giggling up a storm.

“It’s *not* too tickly?” Patton double checked with a smirk. Virgil again shook his head. “Well, maybe I should change that.” With the distinct lack of a head shake “no” at this, Patton moved his scritching fingers to Virgil’s belly. Virgil shot back up with a shriek, falling into hysterical laughter. But as soon as the intense sensation started, it was quickly replaced with a more manageable fluttering feeling instead. Patton had swapped back to flicking and fluttering his fingers. Virgil flopped back onto the pillow, releasing Patton’s wrists in favor of gripping the blankets. 

“T-thahat was mehehean,” Virgil said between giggles.

“What? The sudden worse tickle-tickling? Or the fact that I went back to normal after?” Patton asked, stopping his tickling to quirk his eyebrow yet again and watch as Virgil went bright red.

“Uh- b- wh- the fact that you just made it so much worse for only a second!” Virgil spluttered.

Patton’s smirk only grew along with Virgil’s blush.

“You specifically wanted a very gentle session, and so that is why I didn’t go for very long.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Virgil mumbled, very pointedly not looking Patton in the eyes because he must’ve looked like a tomato at this point. It actually meant a lot to him that Patton was so respectful of his wishes, but he’d never say that out loud because it was embarrassing as hell to think about.

Patton narrowed his eyes and started the fluttering on Virgil’s tummy, and his giggles, anew. “You’re being sassy, huh? May I remind you who exactly holds the power right now?” Patton teased, punctuating his words with a firmer touch on the word “power”. This made Virgil squeak. That immediately caught Patton’s attention.

“Oh? What was that?” He repeated the motion, causing another squeak and subsequent stream of giggles. “Well that’s just too cute!!”

“Noooohoho…” Virgil whined, covering his face with his hands. “‘M not cute.”

“I would beg to differ,” Patton said.

[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!”

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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.’

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[switchck-75]

Lee virgil Lee virgil Lee virgil

LEE VIRGIL HOLD UP

• NÚMERO UNO HE GETS GANGED ON BY THE REST OF THE SIDES

• MOSTLY ROMAN AND PATTON

• bro has the cutest laugh and YOUD NEVER EXPECT IT

• bro just, roman and patton trying to cheer him up and they try jokes, funny faces, and nothing. so thomas walks in and he’s like “what’re you guys doing” and roman’s like “well our purple punk is more down in the dumps than usual, so we’re trying to cheer him up” and thomas just goes “try tickling him” and LEMME TELL YOU

• roman and patton had the biggest smirks on their faces

• as soon as virgil heard the t word, he booked it

• but of course they caught him and went to town, and they somehow convinced thomas to get in on the action

OK THATS IT🧍🏽‍♀️ this is my first time doing this so sorry if it’s bad but LEE VIRGIL

[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

[oliviaischillin1204]

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.

[fluffomatic]

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)

[pinktwinkiezoppo]

I'm definitely onto something here

[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)

[metamorphesque]

embrace (melt into me)

franz kafka (letters to milena, the castle), malcolm t liepke, andy virgil, 이하이 (LeeHi) - '구원자 (Savior) (Feat. BI)

˗ˏˋ☕ˎˊ˗    

[hahanamegobrrrr]

Discussions

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

1207 words

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I come in?”

“Well of course.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I will.” Virgil replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The teases were along the lines of:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[punkeropercyjackson]

These slayed harder than Danny Phantom ever could