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Aftercare [Tickletober Day 14]
Or: Virgil has mean thoughts.
Warnings: Switch!Janus and Switch!Virgil; The aftercare after a tickle session and very light tickles. No proofreaded; 800 words. Take care, lollipop! Sleep, eat, drink water and watch the clouds a bit! They can tell really great stories. ^w^)
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âRED!â He managed to shout between his hissy laughter, his upper limbs too much tired to push the fingers attacking his knees away, which quickly proved unnecessary, since the moment the safeword ran out of his lips the tickles immediately stopped.
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Ok first can we just appreciate how x readers are allowed here FOR GENSHIN AND BSDâ YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL THANK YOU SO MUCH đ
However I am here to submit an Obey Me! request for ler!Solomon x lee!Reader if thatâs alright đ
(watch me mess this up somehow đ )
Yk how Solomon can get pretty busy with stuff like experiments, research, magic stuff, etc. etc.? What if the reader/MC accidentally initiates a tickle fight, but theyâre barely ticklish, so Solomonâs trying to win regardless (but w i t h o u t the use or aid of magic, potions, artifacts, etc.)
[The only parts I care about is the âreader barely ticklish + no use of magic, etc.â tbh đ the rest is stuff you could think about using if youâre stuck lol]
(Also, platonic and romantic are both fine, you can use whichever youâd like lol)
Of course, if youâre not interested in this request feel free to ignore ^^ no pressure
Have a wondrous day/evening <33
ACTUALLY SHUT UP OH MY GOD
YOUR LITERALLY THE SWEETEST PERSON I HAVE EVER GOTTEN A ASK FOR THANM YOU SO MUCH GET BE MY FRIEND RN
but im sorry if the fic is a bit off request because i forget sometimes and like get distracted ykyk BUT ILL START WRITING IT TYSM đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶
#ive never been happier#literally the sweetest person ive ever talked to frfr#GENUINELY STARTED BLUSHING LIKE UGH#tofusrequests
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Strawberry Milk (My Hero Academia)
Ship : Lee!Bakugou Ler!Kirishima (Kiribaku)
A/N : this took forever to make and it's the longest fic i've posted on this account so far, but i just had a lot of fun making it!! i hope you guys enjoy it, especially the lovely krbk anon who inspired this. they actually sent a few prompts that have inspired other krbk tickle fic ideas that i'll more than likely write for soon as well, but for now i hope you enjoy this!! much love <33
Summary : Kirishima stays for a sleepover at Bakugouâs childhood home, and after accidentally pissing off the explosive teen, seeks out some professional help from someone who may know the boy best: his father. From this, Kirishima learns a quick way from the boys childhood to get him forgiveness in no time.
Word Count : 5113 (jfc lmao)
REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!! MWAH <33
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âAre you seriously mad at me over this?â Kirishima asked with a confused, breathy chuckle. He watched as his best friend pouted with arms crossed over his chest like a child, glaring daggers into the redhead from his spot on the bed.
âYes. And I do not plan on changing that. So donât fucking try me, Spiky Hairâ Bakugou turned his body fully away from Kirishima now, who was lounged rather comfortably on Bakugouâs orange beanbag seated on the ground. Kirishima rolled his eyes at Bakugouâs childishness, though still couldnât help but feel a little bit guilty.
After months of practically having to beg the explosive teen for a sleepover at his childhood home, the blonde finally relented and allowed Kirishima to be a guest in his home for the weekend. Bakugouâs parents were actually pretty happy to have Bakugou back at the house, even if for such a short period of time, and were even more thrilled when they realized someone actually wanted to come with him. Bakugou was never really one for making (and keeping) close friends growing up, so this was something they were definitely excited over the prospects of.
He and Bakugou had been playing video games for the past couple of hours now, their most recent game that Bakugou was now practically fuming over being...Minecraft. Bakugou had gotten pretty attached to a wolf he unsurprisingly named âPrince Homicide,â but after bringing it to a cave while mining with Kirishima, the red-head had accidentally pushed it into a vat of lava, killing it almost instantly.
So thatâs where the pair were now. Bakugou seething from his spot criss-crossed on the bed, now turned away from Kirishima with his arms crossed like a child towards the wall. Kirishima sighed, pushing himself off the beanbag and walking towards Bakugouâs door.
âLook, Iâm gonna go get something to drink. You want anything?â Kirishima raised his eyebrows in hopes of a response.
âDie,â was all he got.
Kirishima bit back another chuckle, opening the door before turning his head back around to look at Bakugou, who was now fiddling with his sheets and grumbling to himself angrily. âAlright, well, Iâll be back in just a minute. Hopefully youâll have calmed yourself down enough by then.â
âI AM CALM YOU RED-HAIRED LOSER!â Bakugou yelled at the door as Kirishima quickly walked out and shut the door to avoid the small blasts he could hear shooting from the boyâs palms. Kirishima just shook his head with a grin, making his way down the stairs and towards the kitchen.
When he arrived, he saw Bakugouâs father cooking dinner on the stove. It made Kirishima smile, reminding him of his own home a little, though he hadnât been back home in a while. He did miss his moms quite a lot since moving to the dorms, and heâll definitely have to invite Bakugou over to meet them sometime soon.
He could smell the amazing spices his father had been adding to whatever meat and noodles he had in the pot, the scent almost burning Kirishimaâs nose from how spicy he could tell it was. âObviously loving spiciness must run in the family,â Kirishima thought as he opened up the fridge, alerting the fatherâs attention.
âOh, Kirishima! Are you looking for anything specific?â the man asked, looking up from his steaming pot for a moment to smile at his sonâs best friend. Kirishima shot a cheerful smile right back at him.
âOh, just some water would be fine!â he nodded, grabbing a water bottle from one of the fridge drawers, before remembering the seething boy upstairs waiting for his return. He grinned. âActually, what does Bakugou normally drink here? At the dorms he usually has protein shakes but you probably donât have those just lying around,â Kirishima chuckled, sitting his water bottle down on the kitchen island to look at his friendâs father.
âWell, the boy doesnât usually like to admit it but heâs quite keen on strawberry milk,â he smiled with a nod as he went back to stirring his pot, glancing over towards Kirishima with a grin.
âShoot, really? Didnât peg him for the strawberry milk type of guy,â Kirishima giggled, looking back in the fridge and noticing the few bottles of strawberry milk they had lying on the shelf, probably bought when they found out Bakugou was coming home for the weekend. âHeâs kinda mad at me right now so I figured Iâd make a peace offering.â
âNot a bad idea, kid. Iâve had to do my fair share of those over the years. Katsukiâs always been the rather...angry type,â Masaruâs eyebrows furrowed downward towards his pot, shaking his head as if thinking of all the times the boy mustâve lost his temper at his old man.
âWhat did you used to do when he was little? Yâknow, whenever he got all...aah!â Kirishima accentuated his little growl imitating Bakugou by shaking his hands angrily in front of him, just like how Bakugou usually does when heâs about to blow someone to kingdom come. This made Masaru laugh, shaking his head and adding a few more spices to the pot.
âWell...as of now, I usually just let his mother handle everything. But when he was little, Mitsuki and I would usually just tickle the little guy âtil he giggled all that anger out,â Masaru smiled at the fond memories, glancing over towards Kirishima who held a wide-eyed, shocked but excited expression on his face. Masaru chuckled, pointing his spoon towards the teen. âBut you did not hear this from me, understand?â
âOh, totally, I got your back 100% Mr. Bakugou,â Kirishima saluted the man with a grin, making him laugh once more with a fond shake of the head. Kirishima lowered his hand, finally grabbing the strawberry milk from the fridge and sitting it on the counter with his water, promptly shutting the fridge door. âSo...that didnât make him angry or anything? He wouldnât, like, explode you and Mrs. Bakugou to ashes or something?â
âWell Iâm still here to tell the story, arenât I?â Masaru gestured to his body with his spoon, Kirishima nodding with a chuckle. âNah, he used to love it when we did that! Sometimes I think heâd pretend to be angry on purpose just so weâd play âClawâ with him.â
âClaw? Whatâs Claw?â Kirishima asked, now leaning on the counter with his head propped up on his hand, listening intently as if this was the single most interesting thing heâd ever heard (because in all honesty? It very well mightâve been).
âOh boy, Claw was his favorite. I would always hold his hands down so he couldnât get away, while his mother would make a claw hand and tickle it into his stomach and ribs. It always had little Katsuki in stitches,â Masaru was very obviously enjoying remembering these fond memories of his son, seeming like he had almost completely forgotten about these fun little moments until Kirishima had brought them all back to light. âWe always did it when he was being bratty, but not bratty enough to deserve a time-out. Sometimes, though, he wouldnât even have to do anything bad, heâd just come out and ask for Claw when he felt playful. It was always so cute,â Masaru grinned widely, looking over towards Kirishima and promptly pointing his spoon back at the boy. âAnd, again you didnât hear any of this from me, butâŠâ
He paused, almost debating whether or not this was a good idea. He was finally swayed on his decision, however, when he saw the bright look of excitement in Kirishimaâs eyes at the prospect of an actually happy Bakugou. He couldnât help but cave.
â...but if you wanna really get him laughing, his worst spots are the spot riiiiight under his armpits, and the sides of his thighs. You get him there and heâll be forgiving you in no time.â
Kirishima nodded with a large, toothy grin, swiping the drinks off the counter and practically bouncing in his spot as he backed his way out of the kitchen. âThank you so much, Mr. Bakugou. It was truly an honor to know you, but Iâve got a death sentence waiting for me upstairs.â
âYou get him, kiddo!â Masaru shouted towards the teen as he scurried his way out of the kitchen and towards the stairs giddily.
Kirishima was practically cheesing when he made his way towards Bakugouâs childhood bedroom, and had to mentally and physically calm himself down before entering so as not to alert Bakugou of his devious scheme.
He pushed the door open, finding Bakugou to now be leaning with his back against the wall, arm propped up on his knee as he scrolled mindlessly through his phone. He scowled upon hearing Kirishimaâs entrance, not even bothering to look up towards the boy as he grumbled, âDamn, I was hoping you were gonna stay down there all night.â
Kirishima rolled his eyes, tossing the milk onto the bed beside the blonde and hopping onto it himself. Bakugouâs eyes widened at the sudden movement beside him, eyes darting down to the drink on his bed before scowling back up at Kirishima. âHow the fuck did you know I like this shit, I never drink it at school.â
Kirishima grinned, opening up his own water bottle. âOh, just a little birdy,â he giggled, taking a sip of his water and watching as Bakugou begrudgingly took his own drink and started opening it as well.
âThis doesnât mean I forgive you, moron. These are just...really good,â Bakugou wasnât looking at Kirishima, obviously still angry as he went back to staring at his phone instead of paying the redhead any mind.
âCâmon, man, I didnât mean to! It wasnât on purpose!â Kirishima practically pleaded next to him, putting a hand on the boyâs shoulder which was immediately shrugged off rather aggressively. âLook, Iâm sorry. Would it make you feel better if I helped you find a new wolf?â
âAre you kidding me?! Iâm not playing this shitty game with you anymore, you fucking suck at it!â Bakugou had a scowl on his face that looked like what he was saying was the single most obvious thing in the whole world. Kirishima just sighed, closing up his water and throwing it down on the bed.
âIâd hate to make you, Bakugou, but you may just force my hand,â Kirishima shook his head slowly as if in disappointment, only making Bakugouâs brows cross in confusion.
âThe fuck do you mean âmake me,â you idiot?! You canât force me to do shit, and Iâm not fucking playing this game with you,â Bakugou pushed, and to anyone else it definitely wouldnât sounded like he meant it. But Kirishima knew Bakugou far, far too well. He could hear the competition in his voice, see the spark of want in his eyes that just said âplease fight me on this.â He wanted a challenge. Kirishima could see that. And boy was he gonna give it to him.
âOh, but canât I?â Kirishimaâs voice sounded almost taunting, and once he saw that Bakugou was looking at him with competitiveness painted all over his face, he brought both of his hands up to wiggle fingers menacingly towards the boy.
Bakugou instantly knew what he meant. And if the fact he immediately closed his drink and sat it on his nightstand was no indication that he wanted this to continue, the way he backed up on his bed cautiously with wide eyes instead of immediately fighting Kirishima back most definitely was.
He was excited.
âKirishima, donât you fucking dare,â Bakugou pressed through a lie, his eyes never once looking away from those still wiggling fingers taunting him in the air, as if too embarrassed to look Kirishima in the eyes and completely give it away that he wanted this, he wanted the fight. He didnât have to look for Kirishima to know, though. The redhead was still able to see Bakugouâs face even if Bakugou wouldnât look at him, and he could see the giddiness behind his wall of caution, which only pushed him to continue.
âThen letâs play the game, Bakugou,â Kirishima grinned as Bakugou gave him no response, only backing further away until finally Kirishima pounced, tackling and fighting Bakugou to the bed. This was the least Bakugou had ever put up a fight with him. Kirishima knew how Bakugou fought, he knew just how skilled and precise his moves always were, and he was giving Kirishima practically none of that. Though he did technically fight his way down, he was still inevitably completely tackled and pinned by the redhead, which almost never happened in their regular spars and play fights.
Kirishima forced Bakugouâs arms up above his head, the hardening hero-in-training using his quirk to keep the boyâs hands pinned there for good. His body hovered over Bakugouâs, a rather compromising position if they were to be walked into, but neither boy cared about that in the moment. They were too focused on the excitement and unadulterated giddiness bubbling in the pit of their bellies, and as Kirishima gazed down at Bakugou with a look of mischief in his eyes, Bakugou knew he knew. Kirishima knew Bakugou wanted this, and now the blonde was aware of that. Bakugou couldnât quite tell if that made this better or worse.
âFine then. We can play a different game. How aboutâŠâ Kirishima paused, mocking as if in hard thought as Bakugouâs lips twitched, his eyes wide in a skittish anticipation. Kirishima finally let out a small pretend gasp, looking down at Bakugou before raising up his free hand in a claw shape. â...Claw.â
Bakugouâs eyes could not have been any wider. His cheeks were stained pink, and he squirmed under Kirishimaâs pin, âNo, nonono donât you dare fucking touch me you red piece of shit, I swear to god Iâll fucking-HNG!â Bakugou choked on his words, eyes slamming shut as he felt five meticulous fingers skittered over his now bare tummy, as Kirishima must have pushed up his shirt while Bakugou was too busy threatening. Those nails were fucking torturous against his skin, his nerves lighting up and sparking with a specific feeling he hadnât felt in what had to be years now. It was so bad, so so bad, but...god, he didnât realize just how much he had missed this feeling until now.
âUh oh,â Kirishimaâs voice held a teasing tone that made Bakugou shake his head, still trying desperately to hold back any and all giggles that threatened to crawl from his gut. Kirishima chuckled darkly. âLooks like someoneâs a little ticklish, huh?â
Bakugou only continued to shake his head from side to side, tugging at his pinned arms with no real fervor behind it. Kirishima couldnât help the smile on his face seeing the boy like this, so flustered and obviously having a good time at something so cute. He could tell Bakugou was desperately trying to contain his giggles, which was definitely his average pride slipping through, but there was no way Kirishima was just going to let that slide.
With a smirk evil enough to send shivers down the blondeâs spine, Kirishima finally dug in, vibrating all five of his fingers into the boyâs taut abdomen. Bakugou howled, arching his back and kicking wildly behind Kirishima as loud giggles and squeals escaped his ever-excited being.
âNAHAHAHA! KIRISHIMAHAHAHA!â Bakugou screamed, those fingers never relenting in their claw-shaped torment on his belly. âSHIHIHIT AHAHAHA!â
âDamn, Bakugou, youâre really ticklish,â Kirishima chuckled, massaging his fingers into the boyâs muscles, causing his to spasm like heâd been shocked, screaming and kicking and cursing all the while.
âFUHUHUCK YOHOHOU AHAHAHA!â Bakugou guffawed, twisting and turning his body every which way as if he was trying to escape the mirthful torment Kirishima was putting him through. Suddenly, all at once, the tickling stopped, and Bakugou let in a gasp of air he didnât even realize he needed. He opened his eyes and glared at Kirishima hovering above him, the redhead daunting a sinister grin that made Bakugouâs tummy do summersaults.
âWhat did you just say to me?â Kirishima questioned menacingly, bringing his free hand up to now hold Bakugouâs wrists in both hands, quickly bringing them both down under his knees with no fight from the blonde, who seemed to be frozen in...fear? Excitement? Either way, his eyes were blown wide, his chest heaving slightly from the attack and small titters still threatening to escape. But Bakugou was never one to back away from a challenge, no matter his condition. He couldnât help the small twitch at the corners of his lips as he looked up to Kirishima in competition.
âI said: Fuck. You,â Bakugou spat out, and Kirishima could feel his body tense under him after he spoke the fierce words, almost like he was bracing himself for the inevitable. Kirishima shook his head with a grin, raising both his hands up in the air to once again wiggle tauntingly towards his victim.
âOh, you are so gonna regret that,â Kirishima chuckled, lowering his hands down slowly towards the boyâs quivering belly. His stomach sucked in as if trying to evade the wiggly fingers, Bakugouâs eyes large and never looking away from those claws hovering over his sensitive torso.
Finally, his fingers touched down, skittering over the boyâs lower tummy and making his breath hitch, pursing his lips tightly and slamming his eyes shut at the teasing sensations. Kirishimaâs fingers wandered and scribbled all over the boyâs torso, and for a few seconds Bakugou was able to keep his reactions at bay. That is, until Kirishima skittered on a spot right at the base of Bakugouâs ribs, causing the boy to jolt with a small yelp. Kirishima couldnât contain his chuckle at the reaction.
âOhoho, there it is,â Kirishima drawled, pinching at the spot that made Bakugou squirm. Bakugou growled, almost like he was trying to keep any cute little giggles to himself, but those incessant pinches just wouldnât let up, and in seconds time he was a giggling mess under Kirishimaâs touch.
âNohoho! Fuhuhuck shihihit!- AHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHA!â Bakugou practically screamed when he felt Kirishima vibrate his index and middle finger into that spot at his lower ribs right where it meets his back. He arched his spine up, kicking fruitlessly behind Kirishimaâs body and cackling like a child all the while. âYOHOHOU BAHAHASTARD! YOHOHOU FUHUHUCKING SHIHIHIT!â
âWell thatâs really no way to talk to your best friend, now is it?â Kirishima tsked, clawing at Bakugouâs ribs and eliciting more screeches and cackles from the sensitive teen. âYouâre so much more ticklish than I thought youâd be, I am loving this.â
âSTAHAHAP SAHAHAYING THAHAHAT!â Bakugou shook his head back and forth, clenching his fists hard under Kirishimaâs knees as if trying to keep himself from exploding the both of them both to ashes.
âWhat? That youâre ticklish?â Kirishima tilted his head with a smirk, pinching up and down the boyâs ribs rapidly, making his laughs soar up in pitch. âCause, I mean, you are. Youâre like, super duper ticklish! But itâs fine cause itâs totally cute,â Kirishima said the last bit without really meaning to, blushing slightly at his blunt statement, but deciding against ending the ticklish torment over it.
âNAHAHAHA! IâM NOHOHOT CUHUHUTE!â Bakugou denied through his cackles, continuing to shake his head in playful anguish. âFUHUHUCK OHOHOHFF!â
âHmm...I donât think I will. In fact, thereâs a few more tickle spots I wanna try out, so youâre just gonna have to keep a-giggling for me, Bakubro,â Kirishima chuckled, taking his hands off the boy for a moment to give him a breather. Small breathy giggles and titters continued to spill from Bakugouâs lips during his rest, his head leaning back against the pillow in almost exhaustion. Kirishima leaned forward, placing both of his hands beside the boyâs head, leaving his face to hover over the boyâs own blushed one. Bakugouâs eyes widened a bit at the invasion of personal space, but never made an effort to push him off. Kirishima tilted his head like a curious puppy, âYouâre okay, right? You donât like, totally hate this? Cause I can stop if you really want me to.â
Bakugouâs cheeks were splattered pink, his eyes averting their gaze from the boy on top of him. He squirmed a tad under Kirishimaâs straddle, shoulders hunching up slightly in embarrassment. âI mean...itâs not...the worst thing in the worldâŠâ Bakugou grumbled into his shoulder, eyes still refusing to meet the red-headâs own.
Kirishima grinned down at Bakugou, using one hand to gently cup Bakugouâs chin and turn his head to face his own. âI knew you didnât hate it. I just wanted you to say it out loud,â he giggled at the blondeâs flustered and shocked expression, before quickly shooting his hands down to squeeze at Bakugouâs ribs with extreme ticklish precision. Bakugou shouted a cackle at the sudden change, his head shaking from side to side and eyes scrunching closed once more.
âOHOHO YOHOHU MOTHERFUHUHUCKER!â Bakugou guffawed, clawing at the sheets under Kirishimaâs knees. Kirishima just giggled, working both of his middle fingers in between the tight spot where Bakugouâs arms were clamped against his ribs, digging into the spot just below his underarms that Masaru had told him about.
Bakugou shrieked, kicking harder than before as wave after wave of loud, unfiltered squeals and cackles left his chest.
âSHIHIHIHIT! FUHUHUCK OH MY GAHAHAD! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE! NAHAHAT THAHAHAT SPOHOHOT YOU FUHUHUCK!â He screamed through his laughter, opening an eye to glare at Kirishima through his mirthful tears. Kirishima sported the biggest, shark-toothed grin he could probably muster, and it sent fluttering butterflies throughout the inside of Bakugouâs entire torso.
âAww, is this spot bad, buddy? This spot tickle?~â Kirishima cooed, his fingers never relenting as they wiggled and dug into that one torutrous little spot that had Bakugou howling.
âFUHUHUCK YOHOHU! YEHEHES! IT T-AHAHA! IT FUHUHUCKING TI-HEHEHE!â Bakugou couldnât even get the flustering word out through all of his cackles and squeals, which amused Kirishima to no end.
âGod how are you so adorable like this,â Kirishima sighed, finally bringing his fingers back down to teasingly scribble and wiggle all over Bakugouâs bare tummy. Bakugou dissolved into a puddle of high-pitched, breathy giggles, that had Kirishima fawning over him in seconds. âYouâre so giggly, and I didnât even know you could giggle before this!â
âShuhuhut uhuhup!â Bakugou practically whined through his giggles, his cheeks so pink and warm Kirishima could just melt in the cuteness of his flustered face.
âOooh, I wonder if your belly button is ticklish too,â Kirishima eyed the little navel that bounced through Bakugouâs laughter, one of his fingers travelling over to circle around the button teasingly.
âNO! Nohoho, dohohonât! Plehehease!â Bakugou pleaded, though Kirishima knew it was all just a front.
âWow, Iâve got THE Katsuki Bakugou begging right now? Who knew Iâd ever see the day!â Kirishima chuckled, worming a teasing nail into the navel and causing Bakugou to shriek and jerk underneath him. âAww, itâs like a little giggle button!â
âDohohonât sahahay that stuhupid shihit!â Bakugou tittered, goosebumps forming all over his tummy from the feather-light way Kirishima scribbled over the skin.
âAlright, oneeee more place I wanna try, then we get back to Minecraft. Deal?â Kirishima moved his fingers to scribble slowly up and down the boyâs sides to let him respond, delighted at the way the movement made him squirm.
âFihihine, whatehehever,â Bakugou braced himself for the final attack, gasping when he felt Kirishimaâs hands leave his sides and rest on the top of his thighs. âShit, shihit, shit, wahahait-!â
âOh, this is a good spot, isnât it?~â Kirishima teased, squeezing the muscle once to see Bakugou jerk and shriek under him. âYup. Looks like a good one to me.â
âOhoho plehehease, I cahahanât, itâs so bahahad-â Bakugou whined, squirming and giggling despite Kirishimaâs tickling on his thighs to even start yet.
âYouâre a super ticklish guy, Bakugou, but youâre also super tough and manly. I know you can take it!â Kirishima hyped him up with a smile, just making Bakugou groan and roll his eyes with a snicker. âCâmon! Tell me you can take it!â
Bakugou huffed, gazing over at Kirishimaâs face that plastered that stupid goofy grin of his. God why does he have to be so cute, Bakugou thought as he sighed with another eye roll.
âFine, whatever, I can take it, just...fuckin get it over with already, youâre killing me heRE-HRGN! FFFAHAHAHAHA OH SHIHIHIT!â Bakugou keened, cackling and thrashing himself from side to side as both of Kirishimaâs hands massaged into his upper thighs. The sensation was torturous, beyond torturous, his nerves were on fire and his muscles were pulsing under those terrible wiggling fingers, but if he could choose it, heâd feel like this forever if it were by the hands of that stupid fucking redhead.
âDamn, this must tickle bad , huh? Youâre losing your mind!â Kirishima giggled, squeezing at those sensitive muscles like his life depended on it.
âFUHUHUCK! YEHEHES ITâS SO BAHAHAD! KIRIHIMAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEASE!â Bakugou pleaded and begged, tiny droplets of mirth finally pooling at the corners of his eyes despite his best wishes. Kirishima could tell the blonde was finally reaching his limits, and slowed his fingers down until he was just resting his hands on top of the boyâs thighs comfortingly, rubbing up and down the sides to soothe the still giggling boy.
Kirishima smiled down at Bakugou who was still coming down from his giggle high, titters that could light up a whole room spilling from his lips and making Kirishimaâs heart swell. âYou alive, man?â
Bakugou coughed out his last giggle, still breathing heavy before giving Kirishima a lazy nod. Kirishima giggled, gently climbing off the boy and laying down beside him on the bed. Bakugou brought his hands up to rub at his still flushed face, and Kirishima couldnât keep his eyes off of him. The red-head was grinning ear-to-ear, and he could tell that under the palms of those calloused hands covering Bakugouïżœïżœïżœs face, the blonde was too.
After a few more moments of comfortable silence, Bakugou brought his hands down, turning his head to face Kirishima with a small smile still visible, only on the corners of his lips. âYou almost killed me, you bastard.â
âSorry, you were...you were just really cute like that. Iâve never seen you giggle before,â Kirishima chuckled sheepishly, eyeing Bakugouâs nearly forgotten drink still sitting on the nightstand. He pointed over to it, Bakugouâs following the direction of his finger. âYou should probably get a drink, you were laughing pretty hard there.â
Bakugou huffed, his cheeks flushing only slightly at the comment, but he still rolled over to grab the drink and turn back around to face the redhead. âShut up, I canât help it.â
âYeah, I know...too ticklish for your own good, huh?â Kirishima snickered, Bakugou punching his shoulder playfully while taking a sip of his milk. Kirishima rubbed the spot Bakugou punched with a grin. âIâm being serious, though. You really did look cute like that.â
Bakugouâs eyes refused to meet Kirishimaâs. His hands cupped tightly around the bottle in his lap, thumbs fiddling with the plastic wrapper encasing it. Kirishima could see how flustered he looked despite their eyes not meeting and he almost felt a little guilty. But Bakugou finally glanced up towards Kirishima, and for the first time ever, the blonde looked...shy. âDo you really think that or are you trying to fuck with me right now? Cause itâs not very nice to fucking flirt with someone if you donât mean it.â
Kirishimaâs eyes widened a little at his bluntness to call it what it was; flirting. âWell, y-yeah. Yeah I meant it. For real,â Kirishima said, but he could tell Bakugou wasnât sure if he meant it. Kirishima furrowed his brows, cupping Bakugouâs chin gently like he had while attacking the boy just minutes ago, turning his head so their eyes would meet. He stared intently at him, making sure his expression was as genuine as a person could be. âIâm serious, Bakugou. I...I think youâre really attractive,â Kirishima saw how Bakugouâs eyes moved, how he felt frozen under his touch but still somehow looked like he wanted to squirm. âYouâre cute and super manly, which I didnât even know could be a real combination until I met you. Youâre...youâre my favorite person, Bakugou.â
They sat like that for a moment. Kirishima brought his hand back down to rest in his own lap, but their eyes never left each other. That was, until, Bakugouâs eyes drifted downward towards Kirishimaâs lips. Kirishimaâs heart faltered for a minute at the gaze, feeling hair standing up at the back of his neck. Bakugouâs eyes darted back up to Kirishima, a tilt forward in his head that asked Kirishima âis this okay?â Kirishima just nodded with half-lidded eyes, before Bakugou slowly leaned forward, his own eyes closing as their faces finally met in the middle when Kirishima pushed his own head forward.
Their lips brushed shyly against one another, as if cautious and unsure if this was an okay thing to do, before Kirishima pushed into it, forcing their lips together. Bakugou brought a hand up to cup at Kirishimaâs cheek, Kirishima doing the same to Bakugou. Bakugou felt like he was going to melt, or explode, or disintegrate or...or just keep kissing Kirishima until he couldnât breathe.
After what felt like an eternity, they pulled apart, breathless and hazy. Kirishima opened his eyes first, and when Bakugou opened his and looked at Kirishima with those shy little eyes he didnât have before, Kirishima couldnât help but dissolve into a fit of giggles. His laugh was always too contagious, damnit, and before he knew it Bakugou was giggling along with him and he didnât even know why.
When he finally caught his breath, Kirishima slumped back against the pillows of Bakugouâs bed, Bakugou following him to lay there and stare questioningly. âSorry, sorry, itâs just...you tasted like strawberry milk.â
Bakugou paused for a moment, before chuckling, shoving at Kirishima playfully as they both snickered. âYouâre a fucking dork.â
âHm, maybe,â Kirishima giggled as he brought his face back closer towards Bakugouâs, meeting their lips once again in a soft kiss that lasted forever.
Kirishima would definitely have to thank Mr. Bakugou later for that helpful information about his son, because now their night tasted like strawberry milk and giggles, and Kirishima didnât want anything else in the entire world than just that.
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A/N : hope you guys enjoyed that, sorry its so fucking long LMAOO i got very carried away. it took me a while to write and ive got a fucking headache so imma go lay down now, MUCH LOVE!! <33
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Happy Birthday ~
Kaneneâs note: DO YOU KNOW WHAT DAY IS TODAY? WEEEELLL, I sure hope so because I completely forgot ;-;. BUUUUUUT I REMEMBER VERY WELL THAT 4TH OF THIS SAME MONTH WAS @oliviaischillin1204 BIRTHDAY SOOOOO YAAAAAAY!!! Thank you so much for being such a lovely, wonderful, cool, amazing, sweet, crazy, fabulous person that I really look up to, Ollie! <33
Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:
* This characters donât belongs to me! They all belong to Thomas Sanders and his series Sanders Sides!
* This is a SFW tickle fanfic, so, if you donât appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!! Â ^w^)b
* This is Ler!Patton and Lee!Logan with Lee!Logan. Around 4.000 words.
* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/
* Como Ă© um presente, essa fanfic nĂŁo serĂĄ traduzida! Sleep a bit more today, drink water, give something nice to yourself and I hope youâre having a really nice day (Especially you, Olivia!!) <33
[~*~]
Logan opened his eyes, quickly turning off his alarm before it had the chance to wake Patton up. He held his breath as he turned to the other, observing his chest go up and down peacefully on his sleeping. The most serious one sighed in relief, feeling the butterflies flying in his tum- no, none of that silly nickname â stomach as he remembered which day was today.
Today was his birthday, an annual event which he usually wouldnât give more attention to than to thank everyoneâs well wishes, give himself a whole jar of crofterâs jam and take the day off from his non-essential tasks.Â
At least⊠things used to be like that before he met Patton.Â
A persistent wobbly smile found its way to his lips, thinking about the tradition the cat lover began after a few years of friendship.Â
He firmly shook his head out of the memories, putting his glasses on and looking at the clock to confirm his thoughts. Yes, it was six AM. Perfect. This year Logan decided he was going to be resilient and in any circumstance he would fall into Pattonâs attics. It didnât matter what it was. He was a serious, determined, smart and strong adult. He could endure some silly, untrue teases.
Logan sat on the mattress, careful to not bother his partner, firmly ignoring the buzzing feeling on his nerves taking over his entire body. He grabbed his phone and unlocked it, every and any distractions being very welcomed from the recordations beginning to swirl in his brain.
Then, in a flash, a shock hit him in the moment his eyes locked themselves in the picture being used as his new phoneâs background. A picture that was not there the night before. A picture of him. Of his completely red face, his lips parted in a gigantic smile, eyes firmly closed, hair falling on his expression as his hands gripped there, doing their best to not stop the hand which wormed its way to his unbuttoned shirt.Â
Real Logan pressed his hand over his mouth, suppressing a surprised yelp that for very little didnât echo on the room. Only then he noticed the bright notification on his screen.
The one wearing glasses needed a whole minute to tear his gaze apart from the background, feeling the butterflies to get more and more restless as he read the name of who sent him a message the day before, at exactly 11:56.
[Patt-on/Patt-off: Happy birthday, Lo-lo! Prepared for your b-day surprise?~ :3c]
Suddenly two arms involved his waist, leading him to jump and to the touch get a bit firmer, -yet so gentle, - pulling his back to rest on a warm chest, a head resting on his shoulder and tickly, whispered sentences being spoken absurdly next to his so ticklish ear.
âI gotcha. ~â A series of goosebumps ran across his spine and Logan attempted to squirm to his freedom from the nuzzling and muffled words seeming to buzz and spread in every inch of his neck, sensation being not even a bit helped by the quick pokes and pinches on his sides, âI gotcha, gotcha, gotcha ya, my tickly ticklish little squeaky toy!! Oh, no, what he is going to do? Hm? What is he going to do to escape from the Tickle Monster?â
âP-pa-Patton!â His hands flew to hold the wrists of the one called, who just rested his lips in the spot that connected his neck with his shoulders and chuckled before humming innocently. âPlease, please! I ask for you to reconsider! Weâre both intelligent, rational adults and I am sure that there is an answer which will satisfy both of us!â Small, fast raspberries were placed in that same spot and Logan, living up to his nickname, squeaked at each one, shrugging his neck. âN-no! No, no, no! Patton!! Donât!!â
âDo you want me to reconsider?â
âYes, yes!â
 âYou want me to reconsider giving you your so craved birthday little tickle, tickle tickles?â
âFalsehood!!! I do not- I canât- I didnât-â Logan sputtered, the blush on his cheeks gradually increasing. âI do not crave them!! Ti-tickles are silly and donât like them!â
He sensed Pattonâs smile more than he saw it. Instantly things felt like he didnât make a so clever choice with his wording. âOh, you donât? ~â
Logan denied, the wobbly smile yet plastered on his face.
âOkie! I will not tickle you then, Logie Bear, okay?â The one wearing a star themed pajama yelped when the wrists on his hold twisted their way to gently intertwine their fingers, pulling their hands the way up to behind Pattonâs neck, keeping them there until Logan locked his own fingers together. This left his torso, - owner of multiple of his ticklish spots, - open, a tingling already starting to wander across them. He wiggled. âOh, no, no. Donât worry, dear!â Patton combed his hair, leading the other to instantly melt into the touch. âWeâre going to just talk. A chat between friends! No tickling!â He rested, then, his hands on the otherâs ribs, his tune filled with joy.Â
âBut the moment your hands go down you better be prepared because Iâm going to tickle tickle tickle you silly-silly for hours and hours and hours until weâre both satisfied, okay my precious Squeaky Toy?!â
Loganâs smile only grew wider, for a second his hands trembled behind the otherâs neck.Â
âOkay?â Patton questioned playfully, yet drops of seriousness painting his ask.
The one with blushing crawling down his neck bit lightly his lower lip, his mumble barely audible. âLight tickles during the talk?â
Patton felt his heart melt with all the cuteness, losing his façade as the tips of his fingers ran softly up and down Loganâs ribs, resulting in the aforementioned to let go of silent snorts and titters, which led the cat lover to squeal, hugging him. âOf course, precious Giggle Bug! Youâre just so, so adorable and cute making such a sweet wish like this!â
âI despise you and your falsehoods. I am not cute.â
âNow, now, now, Logie bear! Itâs very rude of you to try to lie for the Tickle Monster because he might will have to try to convince you to say the whoooole truth!â He sing-sang, wiggling his fingers teasingly in front of Logan. âA truth that maybe sounds like âI, the smart Logan Sanders, am an adorable, incredibly, horribly tickly ticklish Squeaky Toy and I just looove receiving tickle, tickle, tickles from the Tickle Monster!â
âFALSHEHOOD! I am no-nothing of this!â
âOkay!â Patton exclaimed happily, his index fingers traveling to scratch the skin behind his ears, circling and drawing shapes on the shell before slowly making his way to Loganâs red neck, quickly going back to the first spot when the other futilely attempted to protect his target.Â
âSoooo,â Patton made his voice the most low and possible tickly way, one more time, âare you telling me that youâre not cute? Not at all? That all that lovely blushy-blush spreading and running on your neck and these little ticklish- ops! I mean sensitive ears here are not even a bit cute?â The stars lover shook his head, attempting to hide his face on his elbow but giving up in the moment Patton took the opportunity to place a trail of butterfly kisses on his unprotected neck, receiving a squeal as prize.
âAww, cutiepants, was that a squeal? So adorable!â Logan denied again, controlling his urge to low his arms when the other rested the tip of his nails on the spot inside his elbows, softly wriggling, teasing the nerves there. âBut I do wonder why, I mean, weâre just having a good talk here, arenât we?â He dragged his scribbles and traced down to his biceps, âjust having some fun time with your cool friend Patton! No reason at all for you to be sweetly squealing or blushing or squirming like a wiggly wiggley worm! UnlessâŠâÂ
âThis tickle tickle tickle your funny bone!â Patton gasped, delivering a poke right on the center of Loganâs armpits and making his arms to shot half of the way down before their owner could stop himself, giggling non stop. âArms up, my helpless ticklish grumpy baby!! Youâre already doing so well. I know you can endure it just a bit more!â
Logan scoffed, taking some giggly filled seconds of silence before re-adjusting his arms where they were. âOf course, I can. As I previously pointed, I am not such a childish thing as ti-ticklish.â Patton tried to stop himself from laughing, ending up snorting. âStop laughing, you heathen. Itâs the truth.â Logan gave a squeeze on the cat lover's stomach. A rare and small playful smile playing on his lips as the other yelped holding his hands away.
âSure, sure.â Patton booped his nose before guiding his hands to the otherâs armpit, waiting patiently for his friend to lock his fingers behind his neck again. An idea popped on his mind, resulting in his smile to get wider. âHey, lo-lo! What if we sing a song?â He bounced as the other whined a protest, wiggling around.Â
âNo, no, donât worry! I am sure you already know the lyrics! Look, Wiggley Worm, I will start and then you follow me, okay?â Patton then positioned two fingers on the tickle spot, hearing Loganâs breath hitch as he began to circle his pits, the squirming increasing.
âRound and round the tickly pit
Goes the Logie Bear-â
âThat is not how the nursery rhymes goes!â
âNo? Oh, dang! I was almost certain that I was right! If only someone clever, cool and with an amazing voice who knew how to sing it correctly would help meâŠâ Loud sigh, feigned sad head shake, âguess I will have to repeat it again and again and again and again until I recall the correct lyricsâŠâ
The cat lover paused, for a piece of minute only hysteric titters and warm smiles filling the air.
âRound, round the helpless pit,
Goes the Blushy Bear-â
âNo!â Logan yelped, slightly jumping in the same place as he felt the fingers walking, scratching their way to the center of the spot. âI can-â the rest of his words came muffled as he one more time attempted to hide his burning face on his shoulder. Guffaws escaping as Patton took, again, the opportunity to nuzzle and kiss his bare neck, âWait, wait! I will sing.â
The attackerâs face brightened right away, stopping his tickling. âAre you serious?! Would you do that for your old Tickle Monster?â
âY-ye-yes.â He cleaned his throat, uselessly trying to get rid of the chortles already accumulating on his chest, the figurative butterflies flying everywhere on his belly. âYes, Ihihi can.â
âOkay, then! Whenever youâre ready!â
Logan tried to take a deep breath, however his concentration was immediately broken when the tingling sensation spread like lights across his torso. âStohohop wiggling them! I cahahanât sing whehen you doho that!â
âOkay, okay, blushy bear. Gotcha!â
 He closed his eyes, taking another wobbly breath and failing spectacularly as the feeling of the fingers resting peacefully, so oblivious on his so exposed tickle spot felt almost unbearable. âNo, nohoho! Stop!â
âLogie Bear,â Patton grinned bigger, sensing his heart to expand even further as the one with stars painted on his pajamas squealed on his hold, âThis time Iâm really doing nothing.â Logan growled, refusing to answer.
âRound, round the gard-EN,
Li-hihihike a teddy bearâŠâ
Logan began to kick lightly, his sentence being more and more subdued by the high pitched laughter with drops of snorts.
âOne step,â One squeak.
âTwo steps,â Two squeaks.
âAaaaand?â The attacker asked, his fingers hovering, barely grazing the skin.
âAhahahand,â the laugh cut his phrase, his kicking increasing its speed, âahahahand,â Logan shook his head, his arms about to give up and clue on his sides. Face burning, squirming becoming more frequent.
âTickleoverhere!!â
Patton attacked. His arms went immediately down, his head hitting Pattonâs shoulder with the force of his full laughter.
âYes, yes! There is! There is that beautiful, wonderful, amazing laughter of yours! And and and these little snorts!!â His caring, evil friend beamed, his voice full of excitement. âItâs just the adorablest and cutest and lovely-est thing!!â
âNAHAHAHAHAHA!â
A few minutes full of scribbling, poking and scratching passed before the cat lover ceased the tickling, giving him a break effectively used to take sips of oxygen. Loganâs muscles relaxing as Patton again combed calmly his hair strands, snuggling him close.
âYouâre okay?â
âYes,â a breathless giggled response, but a response nevertheless. He suspended his arms again. âYes, I am.â
âYouâre so cute, Giggle Bug! Now, now,â Patton hugged Logan, his arms crossed on the otherâs chest, leaving almost no room for squirming while his hands tapped his fingers on the soft skin of his pudgy sides, âI heard someone here has very, veeery ticklish sides that the Tickle Monster would just love to tickle, tickle, tickle! But, I donât see to find where that ticklish baby isâŠâ He began to dig on the spot, properly ignoring the loud snort and frantic wiggling from the star lover.Â
âI mean, it canât be you, right, Logie Bear? Because youâ Patton made sure to focus his tweaking on a rather⊠susceptible tendon which connected his sides with his back, holding his smile as the crackles exploded from the one attacked, who immediately started bouncing in the same place, âjust told me you arenât sensitive! Not even an itsy bitsy wiggly wiggley cutesy ticklish at all, right?â
âP-pahahha-PAHAHATTON!â
âWhat is it, baby Squeaky Toy?â
âPle-please!!â
âPlease what? I donât think I understand what you mean, Lo-lo. There is a crazy, cutie patootie being tickled somewhere near and itâs hard to hear you with all that beautiful laughter!â
âIt TICKLES!! IT TIHIHIHICKLES!â
Gasp. âIt does??â But that statement only served for the other to knead further on his sides, skillfully squeezing and digging on every weak spot on it. In an explosion of energy Logan broke free from the grip, losing his balance and half falling from the bed, his hands instinctively stopping himself before he could hit the floor while his legs and waist continued laid on the mattress.
âOh, my gosh! Logan, are you okay??â His only answer was the reminiscent laughter growing in breathless giggles. âLogan?âÂ
When the other nodded Patton finally let his façade crumble and drop, wheezing laughter taking over his senses as his mind replayed the fall, âOh my God! Your face, Lo! Your face was just-â and his next sentences came out silenced when he pressed his face on Loganâs arched back, snickering.
On Loganâs lower back.
The one who had just stopped his giggles did his best to hide a squeak. The sensation of Patton laughing directly on his skin together with his hitching warm breath sending electric, tickly goose bumps through all his torso. The urge to squirm and escape growing louder as his friend didnât stayed still, lifting his head from there only to stare Logan again and immediately fall in another wave of laughter, once more shoving his face on that spot next to his side or on his spine or way too much close of his hip. The idea that this time Patton wasnât even really trying to tickle him making the heat on his face and the urge to laugh somewhat worse.
âAh!! Patton, stop!â
âSorry, sorry!! I canât, I canât! You just screamed and fell and I-â Patton snorted and the poor ticklish Squeaky Toy tried to move his arms in an angle where he would be able to push his friendâs face away, only to realize he couldnât do much more than mindlessly swing his upper limbs. Fuck.
It took about two long, slow minutes of quiet huffing before for the one wearing cat onesie to calm himself, wiping tears from the corner of his eyes and bringing his focus to his friend, looking at least a bit apologetically, even if the other wasnât able to properly see it due his position.Â
âSorrey, bear. I forgot how ticklish you are on your sides.â His eyes then noticed Loganâs face, furrowing his brow, âare sure youâre okay? Your face is a bit red there, kiddo.â
âIhi assure yohou I aham. Please help mehe to get up.â Patton quickly nodded, an adoring gaze sprouting on his expression as he heard the otherâs giggles, but decided to not point out, instead choosing to pat his back lightly in a reassuring touch and immediately pulling his hand when Logan jumped at his touch.
âGet away from my back!â The moment his words escaped in an impulsive act, Logan instantly clapped his hand over his mouth, trying to think in a way out of what he just brought to himself. A part of him â very small, pretty much overdued by the excited energy building again on his body, - wishing Patton didnât get the meaning behind that phrase.
âYour back?â His tune sounded much like what Roman likes to call âLost puppyâ and Logan signed in a mix of relief and disappointment.Â
Then Patton gasped, suddenly full of joy. âOooooh!!! Your!!! Back!!â
âNonono, no, no! Patton, be reasonAAH!â A shriek cut all his protests and rational thoughts when Patton lowered his head and gave a soundly, big raspberry right on the right side of his lower back, making all his way to the other side with more careful, well placed raspberries. âI canât, I canât! Plea-ase!â
âIâm not listening a âstopâ!~â He rested a kiss on his spine. âAnd, awww, kiddo! Why did you never tell me you had such a tasty back before?â The cat lover ran his index finger on his spine, leading electric shivers to shoot all across his nerves. âNow you made the Tickle Monster really, reeeally hungry! Good thing that now he has a very yummy yummy snack-y back-y right here!!â
Logan tried, - believe me, - he really, really tried to form some sort of coherent sentence, however, the moment Pattonâs lips collided with the back of his ribs, softly nibbling and making âoh nom nomâ noises as his free hands occupied themselves at unmercifully squeezing his hips, his thumbs clued on the little divot localized there, Loganâs belly laughter ran freely. It swirling around them both, the melody mixed with the sound of his hands bagging on the floor, legs kicking in a fruitless struggle.
Patton gave the other side the same treatment (âThey deserve that attention too, Lo-lo! The Tickle Monster needs to be fair and good so Giggles bugs like you will be all happy and cute and giggly forever and ever!â) before giving the astronomy lover a break, finally helping him back (ha-) to lay on the bed, on his stomach.
Logan closed his eyes, a smile resting on his expression as his snorts and chortles started to become more sporadic, the tingling still running on his tickle spot. His eyelashes opened only to find Pattonâs face adorned with a smirk.Â
âHello-lo-lo, my precious, adorable, sweetest Squeaky Toy! Enjoying your birthday tickles?â
âI hate you.â
âBoop!â
Logan whined, the tip of his ears blushing as he hid his face on his mattress. âYouâre insufferable.âÂ
âNope, silly, Iâm the Tickle Monster!â Patton snickered, ignoring Loganâs grumpy growl. âAnd I was thinking, what about if we played a game, Blushy bear?â
âŠ
Silence.
...
âWhat game?â
âWeeeellâŠâ Pattonâs face disappeared not taking long for Logan to feel the part next to his side sink as his attacker adjusted himself there. A cold breeze touched his back as the hem of his shirt was pushed up until it touched his neck, Pattonâs fingers quickly sliding and lightly scribbling the length of his back, leading him to squirm occasionally. âI was thinking about that very tiiiicklish tickle spot of yours and I realized⊠Do you know how much vertebras a human has, Lo-lo?â
âYes, of course. Counting with the sacral and the coccyx we have about thirty-four vertebras, although, since theyâre fused on the coccyx it can variate and result as thirty-three as well.â
âOhhh,â Pattonâs tune was solemn and, if it wasnât for the feeling of his fingers still drumming on his skin, Logan could almost forget the imminent danger that question represented, âwell, I have no idea of how much there are!â
âBut I just told you-â
âSo I think you will have to help me to discover it and lay veryyyy still so I can count them! Youâre such a strong, lovely squeaky toy and Iâm sure you can do this!â He placed an only one finger on the base of his waist, teasing the spot before going full on scratching, being so careful and, oh, so mindful to circle every single vertebra, prodding and poking each inch of sensitive skin there. His torso arched for a piece of time before hitting the mattress with force. âOneeee, twoooo, threeeeeâŠâ
A jolt bolted from the spot and spread across his senses, resulting in Logan beginning to sputter halfhearted protests, his words interleaving with high pitched wheezy giggles, growing more and more louder as his friend got dangerously close to his shoulder blades. He squirmed and struggled and wiggled, hands firmly gripping the fabric under his fingers, his mind losing the count as Patton decided to re-start it over and over and over again, since-
âNow, now, Logie Bear. I know you just love to be such a lovely, absurdly ticklish squirmy little bear, but The Tickle Monster reaaaally needs you to stay still so I can tickle, ops! I mean, count all those tickly spots, oooops, I mean, vertebras of yours!â
Logan lost the track of time by the moment Patton ceased the attack, carefully massaging his shoulders to help him to relax and stop his giggles.
âLoganâŠâ he asked when noticed that the other calmed himself, the blush getting weaker on his cheeks.
âYes, Tickle Monster?â
Logan had to wait more three minutes so Patton would stop squealing, absolutely overwhelmed with joy.
âWhen I say youâre the most precious Squeaky Toy and that I could just hold you and softly graze my fingertips on your sides as I place raspberries and nuzzles and whispered teases about how much absolutely CUTE and ADORABLE you and you amazing laughter are and just hold your hands up so you canât stop me when I tickly tickle your ticklish thighs but my grip will be loose enough so if you really want you could pry away but you wonât because you just love so much being tickle tickled silly and-â
âPatton! The question.âÂ
âOh, right! Er⊠uhh⊠How many vertebras there areâŠ?â
âAbout thirty four or thirty three.â
There was a piece of silence before the words exploded in frantic sentences from his friendâs mouth.Â
âOh my gosh, Logan! Logan, I just managed to count twenty! Logan, oh my gosh, where are your other ones? Are you in pain? We need to go to the hospital! I canât believe you never told me you donât have all of them kiddo! Iâm going to-â The rest of his panic was muffled by Loganâs wheezing, uncontrollable laughter, which was doubled when the most professional one turned slightly around only to find Patton giving him that confused frown.
âY-you,â he fought to take a breath, failing âYou canât actively count them just by touching-â and Logan didnât know if it was the occasion, or the silliness engulfing them or even the so pure and clear confusion on the otherâs tune, but he found it difficult to stop his laughing.
âŠ
âSo, your spine is okay?â
âYehehes!â
âOh, that is good, kiddo! Because now Iâm going to give you something to laugh about, mister!!â
Then Patton bounced, attacking that horrible, forbidden spot between his shoulder blades, leading a loud shriek and even more wild laughter to escape from him due the new maddening â awesome, - sensation.Â
âCoothie coothie coo, Blushy bear!!â
âListen to all that wonderful laughter! That's such a big, sweet smile!! Those cute little yelps, squeaks, and ah! Was that a snort?â
âAwwww, someone here is a tickly ticklish baby? Huh? Yes, you are! Yes, you are, my incredible adorable Squeaky Toy! Coothie coothie coo, bear!â
âYou're so precious and so amazingly smart, wonderful, strong, cool and sweet! You deserve all the tickles tickles tickles from the Tickle Monster!!â
Tears of mirth began to accumulate on the corner of his eyes, and that was the cue for the other to begin to lessen the tickles, resuming his attack to sporadic butterfly kisses on Loganâs back.
âStohohohop! I wihihill tell!â
âAww, will you?â
âYehehes, I will! Juhuhust cease!â
âOkay!â Patton gave a last nuzzle on his bare neck before his hand came down to comb his hair, giggling at Loganâs state. âRemember, itâs: âI, the smart Logan Sanders, am an adorable, incredibly, horribly tickly ticklish Squeaky Toy and I just looove receiving tickle, tickle, tickles from the Tickle Monster!â. Donât forget to say every single word, Giggly Bear, or we will have to start it all over again!â
Logan whined, turning around so he wouldnât be able to visualize Pattonâs bright smirk. âShuhuhut up. Urg. Ihihi- I, the incredible and smart Logan Sanders, am an a-ahahadorable, incredibly, horribly ti-ti-tichihihckly, ticklihihish S-squeaky⊠Toy⊠andâŠâ
âAaaand?â
âDehehear Newton I despise your existence on this planet- and I just⊠loOove receiving tickletickleticklesfromtheTickleMonster. Thehehere! Itâs said, leave mehehe alone!â
âIt is, indeed!â Patton beamed, lowering himself to plant a soft kiss on the birthday boyâs temple, âThank you for being such an adorable and great lee, Lo. Do you want some cool water? A snack? I can make it while you rest a little, okay? We could marathon Doctor Who again!â
âYes. I think that would⊠suffice.â Logan smiled. A small, warm smile that made Patton feel like he could just melt for knowing it was being directed to him. âAnd⊠I also express my gratitude for your⊠birthday tickles, as you call it. It was quiteâŠâ he frowned, as if he was trying to recall something, âa-okay, I believe.â
âAww! Thank you, kiddo!â And, if Patton lightly blushed with the compliment and both cuddled during the whole marathon, sometimes whispering soft, gentle compliments to each other? Well, shhhh, that is their secret to share, okay?
#THEY'RE SOOOOOOOOFT#awwww#I swear I've never felt so many Ler Moods while writing cute lee!logan in my l i f e#WE NEED MORE BACK TICKLES#Please imagine that Patton folded and let Logan's glasses somewhere safe because I forgot to write that part xsdcfghjksdrtyui#Lee!Logan#Ler!Patton#Teases#Tickles#Baby talk#Teasy Nicknames#Tickle rhymes/games [only one for each tho]#Sanders Sides Tickles#Sanders Sides tickling#Kanene's fic#Kanene's Fanfic#Kanene's Art#I think the ending was a bit rushed but I like the result -w-#CUTE LOGICALITY YEEESSHHH#TICKLISH BACKS TICKLISH BACKS TICKLISH BACKS
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Hero! I donât get on here often but I enjoy your blog so much! I love your reblogs and comments lol â€ïž I also love my hero so much. Do you have any tickle fic recs for characters like Midoriya, Bakugou, Ä«da, Uraraka?
Heyio!! Thank youu! I am really glad I am not the only enjoying all the rambling here sdfghghjdfghj yaay! And yeep, I do believe I know some good fics with them. I am not sure if you wanted them being lee/ler/switch, so I think I am going to mix all the options a litol bit. Enjooooy!!
(Please don't forget to check @ticklishscumbag , @rosileeduckie , @intheticklecloset , @kiyachi-tickles , @otomiya-tickles , @volleeball-bo 's blogs and works! They're absolutely awesome!!)
[Midoriya]
* Patterned Socks by ticklishscumbag: A very cute and lovely fanfic I just found in this morning! A very adorable scenario with romantic Shinsou x Midoriya and Lee!Izuku/Ler!Shinsou
* Midnight Fright by Kiyachi-tickles: Letâs just say Midoriya need a bit of a help to admit something is wrong. A litol bit of hurt/comfort in the end! Lee!Midoriya, Ler!Shinsou.
* Itâs Just a Tail (My Hero Academia) by intheticklecloset: Reassuring tickles AND rambling Deku together with Ojiro Appreciating Hours! Amaazing! Lee!Ojiro and Ler!Midoriya.
* Letâs go back to the top by rosileeduckie: I am just soft with how much caring and teasy Todoroki is on this. Also tickling someone while studying anatomy? Noice! Lee!Izuku and Ler!Todoroki
* Quaranteasy by rosileeduckie: This is so cute it should be ILLEGAL!! My heart! <3 Some good teases (no tickles) with Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Midoriya.
* Wake Up Call by rosileeduckie: Wake. up. tickles. With adorable Izuku and adorably teasy Todoroki. Do I need to say more? xP. Lee!Midoriya, Ler!Todoroki.
*Â For Reference (My Hero Academia)Â by intheticklecloset: You can pry my sparky boi and the green bean having fun together from my dead, cold hands. Lee!Aoyama and Ler!Izuku
* An Easy Way to Smile (My Hero Academia) by intheticklecloset: I canât even put in words how much lovely, adorable and sweet this is! It just melts my heart everytime I read. Switch!Midoriya, Switch!Eri, Swicth!Mirio.
* Bunny Bros by rosileeduckie: Bruh, I am on the floor, just hugging my phone with how much great this fic is. Look at them being brothers! Switch!Midoriya, Switch!Kota.
* To Tire Oneâs Roommate by rosileeduckie: Rambling Midoriya yeeeeah!! I never thought about those two interacting, but gosh! A delightful scenario, indeed. Lee!Midoriya, Ler!Shindou.
* Bedridden by chockfullofsecrets: Dadmight and Izukuson for the soul!! This is way too much cute and fun. Theyâre adorable sdfghjdfgh. Switch!Midoriya, Switch!All Might.
* Modern Day Michelangelo by MonkeyGirl77: The AU, the idea, the family fluff, the tickling... everything on this is just awesome!!! <33 Lee!Midoriya and Ler!Hawks. [AO3]
[Bakugou]
* Smile Training by rosileeduckie: Okay, I think this is such a GOOD scenario! Very fun and precious! A good, well written fanfic with Lee!Bakugou, Lee!Tokoyami, Lee!Todoroki and Ler!All Might.
*Â Settling Things in a Different Way by volleeball-bo: So, I am very weak for cheer up tickles and !!!! This!!! Has!!! It!!!! <333. Romantic BakuDekuTodo with Switch!Midoriya, Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Bakugou.
* What Did you Get Me? by rosileeduckie: They are all PRECIOUS beans!!! Gosh. Absolutely precious. Enjoy this incredible fic with Lee!Kirishima, Ler!Bakugou.
*Â Get Back Here, Deku! (My Hero Academia)Â by intheticklecloset: If you wanna see Bakugo wrecking someone, this is the right fic. Very noice! Ler!Bakugo, Lee!Midoriya.
* Donât poke the Bear-kugou by volleeball-bo: Another very good idea with BakuDekuTodo!! They are v preciou together. Ler!Bakugou, Lee!Izuku, Ler!Todoroki.
* Challenge Accepted [Mirio, Bakugou] by rareficsnstuff: This. This has such a good characterization!!! And the whole scenario is awesome! <33 Lee!Bakugou, Ler!Mirio.
*Â Weâll Make You Happy Again (My Hero Academia)Â by intheticklecloset: CHEEEER UP TICKLES!!! And also a caring, grumpy Bakugou with a Sunshine Kirishima! Adorable! Lee!Midoriya, Ler!Kirishima, Ler!Baakugou.
* What is âticklingâ? by reapshield: Fantasy AU!!! Incredibly fun and sdfghjksdfg the playfulness is so cute!! Lee!Kirishima and Ler!Bakugou [AO3]
[Iida]
* Stop Breaking the Rules! by Kiyachi-tickles: Fun!! This is a very fun fanfic to read! Bakugou and Iida being playful is something the world need more. Lee!Iida, Ler!Bakugou.Â
* Just Ask Me A Question by  rosileeduckie: SOFT, CUTE, SWEET, ADORABLE! I really like this fic <333. Lee!Shinsou, Ler!Iida.
* Super Smash [TodoIiDeku] by otomiya-tickles: My day is blessed everytime I think about this fic, not to mention: CHEER UP TICKLES!!! Lee!Iida, Ler!Midoriya and Ler!Todoroki. Romantic Pairing
[Uraraka]
* Fighting Back (My Hero Academia) by intheticklecloset: Dekusquad just having some well deserved fun with lots of laughter and tickles! Switch!Uraraka, Switch!Izuku and Ler!Iida.
[Headcanons because why not am I right]
Shinsou x Iida
Ler bnha headcanons
Lee Iida Quick headcanon
#I usually don't read a lot of fics with Uraraka sadly#And gosh! The world really need more Iida tickles! The nerd boy deserve them <333#Askys#Kanene's Askys#I am very sure I know more but I can't remember so I am sure if you search on my blog for the tags you want#You will find more of wonderful fics!#Oof that is very long#Bnha tickles#Bnha tickling#Hope you like it!#Anon is precious#tickle fics#also check on those authors!!! They are absolutely skilled and wonderfully amazing!#fav#rec list#like fr check the authors. I didn't put even half of their works here because avyafwkvwuvw I am sleepy ahcayga
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Go Virge, go!
Kaneneâs note: TODAAAAAAAAAY IS A SPECIAAAAAL DAYYYY!!! DO YOU KNOW WHY?? THAT IS RIGHT! BECAUSE TODAY IS @why-not-a-tickle-blog BIRTHDAY!!!! Gooooosh!!!! I know I already did a whole speech before, mah friendo, but youâre just so amazing and lovely! Aaaaaa Iâm happy for being your friend! <33
Okay, I got a little carried away! Enjoy the gift! x3
Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:
* This characters donât belongs to me! They all belong to Thomas Sanders and his series Sanders Sides!
* This is a SFW Tickle-Fanfic, so, if you donât appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!! Â ^w^)b
* Oneshot. Something around 3.800 words.w-)b. Lee!Virgil and Ler!Patton in Human AU.
* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/
* Since itâs a gift: Essa fanfic nĂŁo serĂĄ traduzida, mals. Thankys for reading, my lollipops, especially you, Livvy!! Have a wonderful and incredible day just like you!Â
[~*~]
Patton was confused. A lot.
 And that wasnât even a whole brand-new thing in his life.
 Patton got confused quite frequently, being honest. Â
He got confused when he accidentally fell asleep on the couch and woke up four hours later with all his house painted in the dark of the night and without a single drop of memory about where he is or who he is for some minutes. Patton got confused when his attention was caught in some adorably adorable video of kittens being the best thing in the world and quickly ran to Virgilâs room just to show them to him, not understanding why his friend canât stop looking at him quizzically until Virgil finally asks why does he has a spoon in the knot of his cardigan and Patton jumps because HIS COOKIES ARE IN THE OVEN AND HOW MUCH TIME HAD PASSED-
 Oh. Wait. That is not what he was talking about. Focus, focus!
 Anyway. Life is confusing, feelings, thoughts, actions, trying your best, keep going, look at the refrigerator just to realize you have no idea of what you were supposed to be searching in the first place, humansâŠ
 Yeah, especially humans.
 Patton stared at the figure of his friend laid on the couch, absently looking at his phone while a piece of smile adorned his face. The movie both decided to watch paused in the background as the one currently in the kitchen waited for the popcorn get ready, his hand held lightly his chin and a frown rest peacefully in his features, mirroring the same expression he always saw on Logan every time he was confronted by a problem whose solution seemed impossible to find.
 It was The Pose of all the incredible genius in the world, right? Therefore, in some moment about now the answers of all his questions should magically pop before him, unfolding and refolding in logic patterns just like in all the mystery series and books.
 Right about noooowâŠ
 âŠ
 Now?
 âŠ
 Well, it didnât work.
 Patton pouted, turning to pour the warm and probably delicious snack in big bowls that both would pretend they wouldn't be able to finish before even getting in the middle of the so expected movie. He grabbed the bowls and headed to the other room, reprising the entire day in his mind, a faint echo of Logan saying that could help basing his decision.
 Everything started in the morning with Patton arriving at their breakfast table only to find Virgil, but not his usual Virgil.
 That was a Virgil without his hoodie.
 Not that it was a totally strange thing! Usually by his free mornings he would prefer to wander in the house on his comfortable pajamas, however the thing today is⊠he wasnât on his pajamas. He was prepared to fight the world â actually Virgil was just going to work, but he said this sounded more badass - on his black Slipknot shirt, jeans and the hoodie nowhere near to be seen.
 Besides that, today was predominantly cold. Cold enough for the one wearing glasses end up missing his favorite cat cardigan by the time he arrived their house, searching for the so dearly craved cloth in every little corner until Patton came across the scene of his friend - his best edgy, lovely friend cutely wearing it and being equally playfully bratty when tried ask it back, pulling out his tongue out as his form dazed in a chase the moment Pattonâs promise of âphysically fight for it!â â which was a lie, obviously. He gave up the vestment the very moment his eyes locked in a Virgil playing with the cat ears sewed in it â flew from his mouth.
 And, after getting tired out, they cuddled! Okay, this wasnât nearly a strange occurrence between both, albeit was one of those rare moments when Virgil was the one who initiated it, laying on his lap with a pout and a sharp look, as if he dared the other to say something (and Patton didnât!! He swears!! Squeals. Do. Not. Count. As. Words.), feeling comfortable enough to even start a Poking War as they were accommodating themselves on the cushions, rays of giggles, squeaks filling the place for some heartbeats before both decided to metamorphose their last bit of routine into a movie night.
 Which was exactly what they were doing!
 Now, donât get Patton wrong. He was absolutely delighted by everything! Knowing Virgil felt comfortable, safe enough to act nonchalant around him was so heart-warming he could almost feel himself melt in happiness!
 âŠ.ButâŠ
 But there was this signal in the back of his mind. A particularly different gleam in the otherâs eyes he had already seen before, however couldnât quite place its meaning yet. Some words unpronounced amongst his lightly snarky demeanor. Some little thing that made Patton feel playful and happily bubbly as well, except he couldnât really grab the exact information, the exact why or the exact memory.
 Not yet, at least.
  [~*~]
  Virgil was about to fucking quit it.
 No, actually, he was about to fuck quit everything when he woke up of his incredibly, horrible, wonderfully teasy tickle dream. The tingles of the dreamy tickles still ghostly buzzing on his body as he quietly giggled, burying his face in the pillows and kicking about everything on his bed, eyes firmly closed as the memories bathed his mind in a flow made to increase awfully his lee mood.
 And then one of his favorite artists posted some new things on Tumblr, which obligated him to see all their new posts and, who knows, accidentally click in the tag âMy artsâ of them, which end up with him re-finding other works he had already forgot about, path that consequently leaded to some more reblogs and therefore another bunch of tickle blogs which, of course, made his lee mood at work almost unbearable.
 At least he had the cold to blame if someone questioned about the persistent blush spread on his features.
 After everything, finally: The calm and quiet of home, broken by his determined decision to try to make â somehow - Patton tickle him. His friend was soft and playful by nature, and he already knew Virgil liked tickles (quite of an interesting story involving a meme, a movie and the power going out. Heh. Do not ask about it.) so, I mean, the worst part was already gone, right? It wouldnât probably be that bad. Virgil would just act naturally, smoothly following a few advices he found in some blogs discussing this topic and hope, for the sake of his life, the Universe wouldnât follow Murphy's Law for ONCE.
 Of course, that didnât happen. OF COURSE.
 Virgil tried first to be a bratty. He stole Pattonâs cardigan and even ran across the house in an attempt to maintain his new possession. He stretched while laid in Pattonâs lap: no hoodie, ticklish spots right there. In the last shot he even let himself giggle every single time his mind wandered to the dark corner designed especially for the subject. The one wearing smudged make up even started a poke war!! A poke war!! What kind of poke war doesn't evolve to a tickle war where he would, so sadly and despise his best efforts, lose spectacularly??
 He crossed his arms and DID NOT pout, blowing grumpily some strands of hair that fell in his visionâs field.
 âI would sell my soul for a tickle.â Virgil growled, his usually careful façade crumbling under the quite persistent thoughts of fingers spidering on his ribs, counting each one of them before lazily dragging the tip of the nails to his quivering tummy, dancing and poking unbothered by his squi-
 âWhat was that?â
 Virgil squeaked, jumping some centimeters in the air when the voice of his approaching friend filled the room, the words getting stuck in his throat, his head shooting in the otherâs direction, wide eyes.
 âWhat.â He eloquently offered.
 âI was too far, didnât hear what you said, sorry. Could you repeat, please?â
 Virgil tried â failing - to not blush. Patton was⊠actually being serious, right? That wasnât any kind of tease, even if the traitor little demon he usually called brain unhelpfully unlocked all the memories of all the tickle fanfics he read that began with that exact same words. âNothing. It was nothing.â He promptly ignored the way his voice came out slightly high.
 âOh, okay!â Patton kindly smiled, putting the popcorn on the coffe table and looking for some space on the couch to lay down while Virgil pressed play, the showâs opening quickly filling the air and silence hanging between both. Patton stopped. Suddenly Virgil felt a shiver run across his whole body, his gaze turning to his friend, only to find the one wearing glasses staring at him intently.
 âYou like tickles.â
 The word only was enough to jolt his body back to a sitting position, butterflies starting to wake up, proceeding to fly the most desperate as possible in his stomach, his brain fuzzing, crumbling for answers of How and When and What the Fuc-
 âWhat? NO! I mean, yes but how- when did you justâŠâ
 âOh!â Patton gasped and Virgil felt his whole face in flames once the realization of the shiny gleam in the otherâs eyes, almost as literal stars shining, hit him. Maybe⊠Maybe something he had done before finally work? âThat is why you initiated a Poke War? Were you trying to make me tickle you? Vee, you just needed to ask!â
 Yep. No. Nope. No way. That was definitely worse.
 Virgil tried to hide himself in his hoodie, deciding he could very much rather perish in his Lee Mood than stare at the pure love and awe gazed right in his direction. His lips curving in a shadow of a smile for a second when he pressed himself further on the furniture, noticing with a grumble leaving his mouth the only armor he owned was the cat cardigan. Hood pulled up and his face firmly pressed on his knees, he ignored the way his excited giggles started to bounce and dance in his throat, resulting in his own body bounce a bit.
 âKnock knockâŠâ Virgil felt a light tapping on his knee.
 âFuck off.â The hissed answer ran without letting he even think about it, too much occupied in pretending to not notice how much this position left his entire tickl- I mean, sensitive torso vulnerable and how much not seeing what was happening increased second by second the tingles and shivers crazily racing in his skin.
 âGasp! Virgil!â The one dying in the cat cardigan internally rolled his eyes at the literally audible gasp his friend vocalized, almost being able to see the playful mood taking over his expression as it always has when they swore around him. âI should tickle you for this, Mister Potty Mouth!â Yes. Yes!! Come on, come on! âBut I wonât.â
 Hey now, what.
 âWhat?!â His head shot upwards absurdly fast, a fact which, obviously, he would deny it to the end of his living and non-living days.
 âI donât want you to feel like you have to hide or ignore your desire for tickles every time you have them! EspeciallyâŠâ
 âPlease â see? I know how to use some freaking good words. - Please donât say what I think youâre going to say, Patton. Youâre cool, youâre a funny guy, you have good intentions but you have any ideas of what the fuck will happen??â Virgil found himself almost pleading, the sentences already running in his head, but his lips firmly gripped in the fear to let out more than these simple words.
 â⊠Since Iâm totally okay in tickling you! Oh, wait. Did you just squirm? Aww, Virgil!! That is so, so adorable! Youâre blushing, too! Awwwwww!!! Okay, okay, okay, Iâm⊠Imma gonna die of cuteness. Youâre truly the most precious being Iâve ever met!!! Wait, what I was just sayingâŠ?âÂ
 âI will die! No! Iâm already dying! See? You already accomplished what you wanted!! Letâs move on to the next damn part!â
 âOh right!â Patton lightly hit the side of his head. âIâm glad to tickle you! Truly! All you have to do isâŠâ
 âDude, Patton, Pat-Pat, Popstar donâtâŠâ
 âAsk me! Please, please, please!!â Virgil stared him dead in his eyes, crossing his arms, his cheeks so hot that he was surprised his face didnât melt yet. âAw, donât give me that look, kiddo!â Virgil just narrowed his eyes further. Patton pouted, his âPuppy Eyesâ expression â more like an unfair weapon - showing and nailing cracks on Virgilâs resolution.
 They stayed like this for a while, until Patton abruptly lifted his hands, his fingers wiggling on Virgilâs direction, the movement so out of blue that catched his friend out of guard, a true yelp jumping from him before he grumpily growled and let himself fall on the cushions.
 âI canât.â
 âOf course, you can, kiddo! Iâm rooting for ya! Wanna see?â And then he started to fold and unfold his fingers, approaching them to Virgil inch by inch âGo Virge, go! Go, Virge, go! Goooo, Virgeyyyy, go!â Inch by inch. Close and then even closer. The boy with a wobbly smile in his face felt like he couldnât tear his eyes from the movements, the butterflies seeming to freak out in his stomach in the rhythm of the cheers.
 He hides his face behind his hands. Patton was going to be the end of his existence.
 âStohop it.â Dammit. He was breaking.
 âCome on, guy! You can do this!â He internally whined.
 âOoh, is that a beauty giggly giggle what I hear? The cheering should be working then, donât you think?! We believe in you, Virge-poo! And we canât wait for when weâŠâ Virgil dared to spy the scene between his fingers, only to see Pattonâs hands barely touching his sides, his fingers positioned in a claw shape. â⊠getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha!!â They suddenly moved, clawing unbearably away and terribly close at each couple of words.
 No. Virgil did NOT squeal nor squirmed closer to the fingers. Fuck you. Nobody asked. That is none of your business anyway.
 âJust⊠just donât think about it! Pull it off. Like⊠I donât know! Like a stupid band aid!â
 âIt is going to be so much fun! I didnât even tickle you yet and youâre already giggling excitedly! Think in all your wonderful, beautiful laughter flying everywhere when I finally tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle you silly!! Youâll be giggling up a storm! Happy gasp! Pun inserted!â
 Virgil obligated himself to take a deep breath and not stare the warm, teasy hands which were oblivious of the intern turmoil caused as they rested on his sides. Their tips very lightly, almost impossible to feel and â even more difficult to ignore - poking the ticklish skin, as if they simply couldnât bring themselves to stay still. The one laid on the couch and yet hiding his face felt the urge to kick just to get off all the pleasantly nervous energy building up in his body.
 âVirgey-wiggly-wiggleyâŠ~â
 âTICKLEMEPLEASE!â
 Patton squeaked excited, the teasy grin immediately giving space to the joyful smile. âOf course!â He grazed his fingers up his sides to his ribcage, the nails lightly drawing circles around each one of the ribs, receiving a quick tasering in the middle of them before going up to the next one, letting for a piece of moment Virgilâs bubbly and more high-pitched giggles fill the room alone.
 The cat cardigan owner ran the tip of his fingers up and down, up and down, up and down his sides, watching in complete awe the way the other squirmed at each infinitesimal move. He stopped the movement on his right side, his eyes gleaming behind the lenses as accompanied Virgil adorably wiggling away from the reminiscent tickles, as if he tried to escape from the evil fingers scribbling in that exactly spot which connected his left side to his tummy and leaded cute, sweet titters escape from his gigantic smile.
 A devious plan shinned in his head.
 Patton ceased the tickling in order to give him a breath, smiling at the pout that didnât take too long before blooming in the otherâs features.
 He quickly poked his left side, immediately hearing quiet, bubbly giggles dance across the air as Virgil wiggled to his right, only to be warmly welcomed by scratches of one single finger on his lower back, making his breath stop so fast a snort escape. Virgil widened his eyes, his hands automatically clapping in his mouth at the same time a big, gleaming grin took over Pattonâs expression. They stared at each other, fingers never stopping, squirms never ending.
 âNo.â His voice was slightly wobbly, giggles beginning to intertwine his words as his friend scribbled softly again. âNo no no! You are a- dONâT!- such a dork!!! No!!â
 They initiated the cycle again. Every time Virgil squirmed to escape from the left tingles to the right tickles one more finger was added to the attack, soon leaving the blushed poor victim kicking sporadically when the ten fingers resumed their light, tickly attack. âIâm going t-t-to kick you!!â and then was subdued to the snorts and squeals painting his fast titters.
 The one who wore the cat hoodie which moments before had slipped from his head in the ââfightââ, now showing clearly the red strongly flaming his cheeks and the tip of his ears shook his head from side to side, the frown he tried to form being immediately won by the smile taking over his features. Virgil let himself embrace the feeling completely over, laughing freely, almost doesnât believing this was actually happening.
 That it didnât matter how much he tried to escape nor squirm, the tickling just followed his movements, just as all his (fake) protests didnât stop the excited, evil teases pouring from the otherâs mouth. Not to tell how only the big, happy gaze from Patton was definitely not helping in the slightest his current state at all!
 He was certain. There was no way out of this. He was going to melt and  d i e.
 And he was loving every single second of this.
 âAww! Tickle, tickle, tickle, Virge!! Look at the happiness shining in your face!! Someone really, really loves some tickly-tickles, am I right? But donât worry, Virgey-wiggley! I will give you all the tickles you could ever want! Like here!â He booped Virgilâs bellybutton âHereâ A couple of fingers slid on his waistline âAnd here, and here, and here and everywhere!â Fingers flew quickly, traveling on his hips, collarbone, sides, behind his earsâŠ
 The incapacity to know where Patton would strike next killed every single drop of coherent thoughts of his mind, which could only focus on the tickling and how much it was unbearable and everywhere and it t i c k l e d . His giggles grew to chortles, his hands flying from his own face to lightly push Pattonâs, dislocating his glasses and freeing surprised chuckles mixed with his own squeaks.
 âVirgil!!â Patton ceased the playful attack in order to retire the otherâs hands off his face, before both knew theyâre wrestling, laughter cutting their acts and weakening their movements. âVirge!! I will go to another spot this way!â
 In a blink of an eye one of his friendâs arms hugged his sides and Patton felt a malefic grin crawling his lips without even noticing its presence. Very much different from Virgil, who in the same heartbeat realized his mistake, using the opportunity of the instant of distraction to lightly push the cookie lover off him, quickly dashing across the house. All his instincts gleaming and sparkling the sign of âSurviveâ in his veins.
 The only reason of what Virgil forgot about the numbness from spending so much time laid on his legs, resulting in trips that definitely made him lose some crucial speed as he encircled the couch, capturing with the corner of his eyes the scene of Patton jumping of the cushions and following his escape route. The crackling dancing in the air owned by nobody specific.
 His heart beat faster, the joy raced his nerves and made his tummy tingle in advance just for imagining the exact moment where two arms would hug him firmly yet gently from behind and his ears would be set on fire the very same moment Patton would say-
 âGotcha, Giggly Storm! I gotcha, gotcha ya!!â Patton dug his thumbs right above Virgilâs hips, the remaining fingers clawing the poor, sensitive skin in his back, leading belly laughter to took over his friendâs sentence, his knees buckling and legs uncontrollable kicking as Patton sat with him on the floor, pressing his back on his chest and resting his head on his shoulder.
 âPatton!! Pahahatton, come on, no!â Patton just hummed, two fingers calmly walking on Virgilâs waistline. âDonât you dare!! Donât you fuckin- gah!â The nails began to slid in the length of the belly, going from a side to another as elected soft snorts and bouncy giggles.
 âTickle, tickle, tickle, Virge!! Did you thought you could run away from the Tickle Monster? Poor unfortunate soul ~. Now the Tickle Monster has to give you a bunch of more ticklish tickly tickles just for this, donât you think?!â And then Virgil felt the tickles speed up to scribbles and clawing and wiggles delivered in every inch of his tummy. Going in random patterns, drawing forms on his sweet spot, up and down, from a side to another, over and over again. Quick enough to make him sporadically squirm and kick, a rain of squeals, yelps and squeals flowing from his lips, yet soft and light enough to let him rest his head on the otherâs chest and just enjoy the feeling.
 âAwww! Look at how much shaking your tum-tum is! It is probably so happy in receiving its so much craved tickle tickle tickles, right, Virgey-poo?â The answer was only a blushy Virgil hiding his face on Pattonâs neck, giggling nonstop.
 âNonono!! Itâs not!â And, if that move only led to a now very exposed neck to be gifted with some special scratches? They both pretended it wasnât on purpose.
 Patton just rolled his eyes, playfully exasperated, quietly chuckling when the other jumped with the quick squeeze delivered on his hip.
 It didnât take long before Virgil let out his first âStopâ, which Patton happily obliged, donât having the heart to move when he realized Virgilâs breath becoming calmer, his eyelashes closing as he snuggled closer to the one wearing glasses.
 The duo knew very well they would probably regret napping on the hard, cold floor later, yet none of them managed to bring themselves to care, especially when Virgilâs quiet snorts with the second tickle dream of the day lullabied Patton to an equally peaceful dream.
  [~*~]
  Random non-said thing: Patton only remembered that information because the movie theyâre going to watch was one of the trilogy they were watching when Virgil gathered up enough will to tell him he likes tickling.
#Happyyy dayyyyy <333#Sanders Sides tickling#Kanene's fanfic#Kanene's Au#Lee!Virgil#Ler!Patton#I just realized the title sounds like that cartoon Go Diego go. Not changing it looool xDDD#Ticklish!Virgil#Soft and Playful tickles#Cute#This is so cute because they're precioooous#Tickle fic#Tickle fanfic#Kanene's Art#Sanders SIdes Human AU#<3#<33#I really liked writing this one <33#Sanders Sides tickles
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No Moving
Kaneneâs note: One year ago I threw a surprise party (very small and cozy) in my house and, after some hours, one of mah friends suggested we played some old games from our childhood and I remember my first thought was âHey, no. Weâre not children anymore.â but I said nothing because that sounded a lot like what society would want me to say. We played. And that was one of the best days Iâve ever had. Good enough to give me inspiration for this fanfic. With a lot of chaos and dorky sides and chaos and tickles!!! So I'm giving this to myself as a gift, because, ya know... S e r o t o n i n! Soooo, the lesson? Idk. Be feral, do chaos, play and f**k the society, I guess. Happy day for us all!!! :DD
Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:
* This characters donât belongs to me! They all belong to Thomas Sanders and his series Sanders Sides!
* This is a SFW tickle fanfic, so, if you donât appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!! Â ^w^)b
* This is Ler!Roman and Ler!Virgil with Lee!Logan and Lee!Patton. Around 3.700 words.
* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/
* Eu vou traduzir ainda ;w;. Thank you so so so much for being with me through all this crazy and difficult year. Itâs been a bless to have all of you in my notes, my askys, and my notifications! Take care of yourself, lollipop, you deserve. <33
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It was a sunny day. The heat from the biggest star of our solar system being placated by a relaxing wind incessantly throwing the napkins from the so careful, yet messy â as if this wasnât a tradition the quartet repeated affectionately every single year â decorated table. The friends positioned themselves around it. The surprise partyâs rush being already over after all their screaming, singing, eating and bickering, leaving the four to lazily chat or stare the breeze carrying lonely flowers around Virgilâs â the one who offered his house as a sacrifice to the chaos - yard, making them float in the air for some seconds before forgetting them on the dirt again.
Virgil snored softly from the spot he conquered on the tabletop, taking a peaceful nap. Patton was saying, in the fastest pattern he could muster, all the dad jokes his brain managed to think only to see how much time Logan would continue to give him the silent treatment before finally â and figuratively, the owner of the only brain cell of their group would say if he heard this narrative, - exploded and Roman?Â
Well, Roman was bored.
âI HAVE AN IDEA!!â
Then he slammed his hands on the top of the wooden object, successfully scaring Virgil out of it and of his sleeping â leading the poor adult to fall. Not before kicking a cup in Romanâs direction, his moves being weakened enough by his fogged brain so he missed it and hit Romanâs carefully manicured hands, instead, â at the same Patton, by reflex, slapped the two poor persons who had the bad luck of sitting next to him. He gathered the perfect timing to interrupt Loganâs scared jump by his confused âWhy did- why- Why did you hit ME?â sputtering.
âOw.â The one in red shirt held protectively his arm and hand next to his chest, protesting with his usual offended noises as analyzed the light red spots on them and purposely ignored the âWhat the FUCK, Princey??â shouted by the host. âOw. O-w. Are you guys seriously going to hit me every time I try to make your poor lifes better, your barbarians? You know what? I am offended. Your peasants. I am going to get my dear Amanda the katana and then I am- I am out.âÂ
Logan deadpanned in his direction, lifting one of his eyebrows in his disbelief expression as the other didnât give a single step to the exit. He did his best to maintain the façade as Patton fuzzed over him, hugging and apologizing and hugging and softly petting his head and offering cake before gasping and turning around to fuzz now over Roman. â⊠Okay. I am taking Patton with me.â
âOver my dead, haunted body.â Virgil quickly proclaimed before his tune got slurred, very much likely still sleepy. âI sawâŠâ He balanced his hands in front of him, eyes wide and hair spiked, very much reminding of a scared cat. âI saw the angel of death, in all his tall dark, cold aura. In front of me. He was right before me, full of-â He moved his hands more, as if that compensated for his lack of words. âEmo.â
ââŠThanatos?â Logan pointed.
âYeah, yeah. That guy.â Virgil came back to his initial position laying down on the cold surface, yawing. âTotally emo.â
âActually, when he was created-â
âExcuse me. Focus, focus!â The one who initiated the commotion snapped his fingers until all the eyes were fixated on him, glares traveling from interested to unimpressed. âMy brilliant idea? That will light up this party and hearts? Drum the drums!â Silence. He turned to Patton, who was staring at a cute butterfly mindless flying around. âPatton! The drums!â The one wearing black rims seemed to come back to reality, drumming his fingers on the table. âVery well!â Roman spun, extending the suspense. Logan came back to scrolling on his phone, Virgil getting closer to take a look, both hiding a smirk when heard the pout in Romanâs tune. âYouâre all jerks and boring. Letâs play S.T.O.P!â
That caught their attention.
âRoman, you areâŠâ Logan talked slowly, as if trying to make his words as clear as possible, âaware that weâre adults now, right?â
âAw, come on, guys!â Patton jolted upright. âSounds fun! And I think Virgilâs yard is bigger enough to make it even better than when we played in middle school!â
âExactly! And it was one of your favorites games when you were younger, remember, Specs? I think itâs a good way to celebrate that special date which is your birthday!â Logan scoffed at that, albeit his mind was somewhere else.Â
Roman wasnât wrong, he really used to love this game, especially because he was good at it. His love for sports was often ignored by most of his classmates because of his good grades â Logan never understood why one thing would exclude other â therefore he was constantly forgotten in the team or even underestimated. Two things extremely crucial in a game like this. Roman noticed his contemplating face. âI mean, except you are afraid of losing. Again.âÂ
âI did not lose! Kyle fell on me and he was the only one supposed to be out and not both of us and you. Know. It!â
âNo, no, no! Claire said you were the one who tripped on your way and then YOU fell on Kyle-â
âThat is nonsense! If Claire had stopped just one second her Dance of Victory, she would be able to see that, by the angle we both were on the ground there was no way I would be able to-â
âOh, plu-e-ase. You are just a sore los-â
âWhat is this game?â Virgil questioned Patton, both letting the bickering fall on the background, who smiled widely, his gaze unfocusing a bit, probably watching some old memories of his childhood.
âIt is a very simple but fun game!! One person stays next to a wall and, oh! We call him the Looker by the way! Or even some large thing and the others players stay the most away from him as possible. The person next to the wall has to count until a certain number of his choice and while he is counting everyone is free to wander around the place until he turns around, then every player has to freeze on the same spot and position they were. If you move and the Looker catches you, youâre out. You win if you touch the wall where he was. You can do everything you want as long the Looker is not staring at you.
âThere was that one kid who managed to win the game by climbing a tree until he was close enough to jump from it and run to the wall before the Looker shouted he was out.â The one wearing two party hats as âcat hearsâ stopped to breath. âAh! Ah! Also! If youâre out you can choose to just watch the game or become the Lookerâs partner and try to help him. Roman and Logan used to be the worst ever when together.â He giggled, sounding a bit hysteric.
âHm. I think they used to call this â10 Secondsâ in my school, since you could count only further than 10 seconds.â Virgil then frowned. âWait, why were they the worst?â
âUhh, so, you see, the Lookers can use some⊠attics to try to make you move. Logan and Roman usually choose to-â
âI do NOT wish to participate.â Logan stated, crossing his arms stubbornly. Roman sighed.Â
âWell, you do you.â Roman then traveled his glare to the others two. âAre you guys coming? Iâm the Looker.â
âIâm in!!â Patton excitedly got up, joggling his way to the yard, casting a slightly worried look at Logan, who was adjusting his chair in order to have a better view of the game. Virgil shrugged, taking off his hoodie and following them, quickly throwing a âYou ok?â as he passed next to the most professional of the group.
âYes.â He deeply breathed, sounding calmer. âYes, I am.â And then give him a bite of a smile.Â
Roman positioned himself before the colorful three foot tall concrete tunnel forgotten there by the last owner, barely catching with the corner of his field view his two friends whispering something to each other, the one wearing two party hats snickering behind his hand, bouncing as also choose a good position far away from him, who tried to not think much about what he just presented. A suspicious feeling crawled the back of his neck.
âGo.â Logan pronounced.Â
âOneeeee, twooo, three, fourfivesixseveneight,â Roman turned away from them, counting in a tune just above a whisper. Patton and Virgil exchanged glances.
When he got at twenty, he turned.Â
Only to find Virgil laid on the grass, his arm extended to point something in the sky, Patton crouched by his side, his face firm in a puzzled expression staring in the same direction, hand above his eyes to block the Sun. Roman frowned in confusion, the curiosity tickling the back of his brain until he succumbed to it, also looking at the sky to - surprise, surprise! â find absolutely nothing!
By the time he stared at them again Patton now was in front of Virgil, both making what seemed like a very horrible parody of The Creation of Adam painting. Roman got closer, managing to clearly see the smug smile on Virgilâs face and Patton wobbly lips, very much likely holding laughter. He crossed his arms, staying stubbornly for some seconds before giving up, seeing that none of them moved a single millimeter.Â
âYou two are so funny.â Roman rolled his eyes, sarcasm dropping from each word. Logan snorted.
This time the Looker counted at only fifteen seconds.
This time Patton was in Virgilâs arms when he turned, one leg suspended dramatically in the air. The third time Roman growled loudly as Virgil was on one knee, pretending to propose to Patton who was frozen in the middle of his faint. In the fourth he didnât even have the chance to turn before two hands tased his sides, making his knees buckle but being held in the same place when a pair of arms that hugged him from behind, capturing the poor adult in a flow of high-pitched squeaks and surprised laughter at each squeeze and spidering deposited just above his hips.Â
Some minutes later soft snorts followed him to the ground when he was finally freed, flames running on his face and his arms firmly pressed at his sides, the ghost tickles leading to a sea of giggles dancing in the air.
âEnough.â Logan cut the moment, all the eyes on him when he got up, stretching and loosening his party tie. The Looker recomposed himself in order to sneak pokes and squeezes on the other two, who quickly dashed their way back to the yard. âYou both clearly arenât taking this seriously enough.â A dangerous gleam took over his eyes, staring intently to Roman, who instantly got the same kind of shine in his own glare, nodding in his direction. Both too much preoccupied to notice Virgil and Patton silently high fiving in the distance.
The game started again, now a very different electricity dancing in the air. Logan sensed an old feeling of nostalgia resting on his back as he analyzed the place and his opponents as things went by. Roman turned for at least three times â the perfect number for things to get really interesting, - before he decided to finally move from his place.
Silent steps, he went right to Patton. Logan breathed in relief, taking the opportunity to adjust his strategic position half behind the tree. Patton kept a pattern of switching from moving too fast in a round and then barely taking a step in the other, however, as Roman stopped before him, and for the way he soundless snickered as The Looker changed his target to Virgil, his weakness was still holding his laughter when stared for long periods of time.
Virgil was sitting on the grass. Again. A very good tactic when you tend to fidget or tremble a lot. He would stay in the same position for some rounds until in an explosion of energy dash forward when Roman wasnât paying attention. The Looker crouched in front of him, his index finger pointing and almost touching his nose.
âYou. I donât trust you.â
And then there was Logan.
âYou,â Roman stared in distance â not because of fear pffff of course not - Loganâs form half hidden by the foliage and trunk of the medium tree, his glass making his eyes gleam in a light even more enhanced due the shadow provided by the plant, the rest of his face being partially hidden because of his bangs falling on his features. âare fucking creepy. Stop.â
In the next round Patton gave everyone a heart attack when he screamed since he didnât heard/saw Logan approaching his spot. Two more rounds. Virgil sneezed and lost his balance in a not very ideal mid-run position. Out.
âOh, thank gracious, great goodness!! Come here, Knight Mare!! I have an idea!!â Virgil barely had time to stop swearing for losing before being recruited by Roman, who immediately began to whisper in his ear.
 âWhat do you think theyâre talking about?â Patton asked, both being close enough for the question doesnât need to be spoken above a murmur.
âNot a good thing for us both, I am sure.â In that moment The Lookers turned and a cold shiver ran Logan who, for the way Patton trembled, wasnât the only one. Adrenaline started pulsing on his veins when they approached, although the birthday person had no idea of why. His old memories too much buried under newer ones for him to catch them.
âNooohoho.â The cat lover whined and the fact Roman clearly saw that but did nothing to point it, his only reaction being to expand his grin, worsened Logan fears, a ray of recognition finally shining on his mind. That should be how karma feels.
âLook at you both, just standing right there, not being allowed to move an only single inch. What a sad fate, donât you think, Princey?â
âOh, absolutely, emo. A horrible, wondrous thing, indeed. But you know what that would be perfect for?â Roman now was just a few centimeters away, the infinitesimal distance being cut when he inclined forward, his breath tickling Pattonâs â Poor Patton â ear. âRevenge. You know, Pattycake, Hot Topic here told me the previous attack on my amazing person was your idea. And now that I stop to think, what a wonderful idea, donât you think, Pat-pat?â
Virgil pulled lightly Romanâs shoulder, sensing the other about to crack but yet having too much fun to end this all so early. âBut not now. No touching, right?â
âOh, right, right. Of course, no touching!â He wiggled his fingers, barely away from the poor targetâs ribs, his cheeks already beginning to get pink from blush. âNo touching, no touching, no touching, but, most important than anything else: no. moving.â
âOh, yeah.â Virgil took the opportunity to walk around, stopping right behind Patton, who firmly closed his eyes, the smile he carried getting bigger. âBecause the exact, very moment when you canât take the teases anymore so you break and move?â He tsked. âThen all your protection will be over and you will be all helpless and vulnerable for us to tickle,â He almost purred the words, in the slowest way possible. âtickle, tickle, tickle for hours and hours. Can you imagine that, Popstar? Our fingers prodding and squeezing and tickling every single ticklish spot they find?â
âOhoho.â Roman evil laughed. âTickle spots? My Dear Imbalanced Romance, our pipsqueak here doesnât have any tickle spots. He IS a tickle spot. Ah! I can almost hear his hysteric high-pitched squeaks and giggles! Such an adorable, beautiful, cute melody to my ears. Actually, I donât know if I will ever be able to stop, Virgil. Itâs just all too beautiful and intoxicating, you know?â
âMm hm,â The other seemed to stop to think. Patton felt like he was going to melt at any moment. âWell, we could always just keep going forever.â
âOf course!â Roman again ignored the slight trembling of the cat loverâs chest, probably due all the giggles trapped there. âDonât you think it will be wonderful and oh, so, so fun, cutiepants? Receiving all the tickles and nuzzles and raspberries and tickle hugs and tickly butterfly kisses forever and ever and ever? ~â He sing-song the last part.
âBut,â Logan almost jumped in the same place, not even realizing how much keyed up he was before Virgilâs breath attacked the back of his defenseless neck. Suddenly all his nerves were hype-aware that he couldnât turn around or run or even rub away the tingles. Goosebumps ran freely across his spine. âLetâs not forget about our so sensitive nerd here too, right?â
âSure. Sensitive.â If he didnât know Roman for all these years, Logan would almost swear he was the Cheshire cat, his smirk almost blocking Patton who hugged himself behind him, giggling quietly. âBecause the serious, smart, professional Logan would never be ticklish, right? That is such a childish thing and he definitely, definitely outgrow it for now.â
âYup. I am sure that, if we slowly and thoroughly spider our fingers all the way up from his sides to his armpits, being sure to give each and every rib a special attention since we donât want to let anyone feeling left out, there will be no reaction.â
âAbsolutely! No reaction at all! Not even if we squeeze the hollows of his hips, or scribble on his already quivering tummy, or massage his shoulder blades or lightly, almost not touching, scratch his armpits⊠It will be all in vain since our birthday boy is not ticklish.â
âWhich means: No wheezy, frantic laughter.â
âOr sputtering among his squeals.âÂ
âOr cute snorts. Donât forget the snorts.â
âAnd what about when the snorts get mixed with his belly laughter?â
âOhh, that is some good shit you have there.â
Logan was dying. He was fucking dying and the only thin line keeping him alive was his stubborn nature. He could already feel his barrier cracking and crumbling right before him. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, only to find both Lookers walking away back to the tunnels, not taking long before starting to count, this time out loud. The one with the, now freaking out, braincell began to snap his fingers non stop, trying to get away some of the built excited energy, some titters escaping from his lips during his happy stimming.
Roman and Virgil looked at each other and then the adorable scene right in front of them, deciding to have mercy and wait patiently for Logan and Patton â who yet didnât stop giggling and hugging himself â to calm down.
(âŠ)
One. Move.
And in the next second, they both were tackled on the ground.
âNo, no, no!!! No!!â Patton was already giggling, trying to run from Romanâs firm hug, attacking with squeezes and scribbles in every spot he succeeded to research on the Looker as he also tried to escape from his friendsâ hands attempting to hold him in the same place. âWait, wait!â He cried, barely catching a glimpse of Loganâs trashing before an idea popped in his mind. âIf we all gang up on Logan, I will tell about his secret tickle spot!!â
âPatton!!â Loganâs protest came out difficulty between his tight grin due his constant effort in trying to buckle Virgil from him, both struggling to immobilize the other and playfully rolling in the grass. âDonât you fucking dare.â
âPffft.â Roman said, a happy cry following his sentence when he finally managed to hold one of Pattonâs hands, intertwining their fingers so the cat lover wouldnât try to pry it away. âNonsense, I know his tickle spots.â Â
âNot all of them. ~â
âPatton, I am to going not figuratively end you. Get OFF, Virgil-â
âIn your dreams.â He crackled. âAlso, Patton, Iâm listening.â
âVirgil! Donât align with the enemy! And, of course I know all of them!â
âEven the oneâŠâ
âPatton, no! Stop!â Roman even if concentrated in tickling Pattonâs knee so he could sit on his legs, got the slight tremble in Logan's voice, his curiosity one more time starting to take over his brain.
âSorrey, sorrey, Lo! You know I love you but-â
âPatton, please.â Logan almost smiled as he fought his way to hug and trap Virgil from behind, but losing his balance as the other quickly turned and delivered a raspberry on his neck and quick squeezes on his left thigh. âdONâT!! I-I am going to bakeEEK - Fuck! - you a whole batch of cookies if you donât tell them!â
Roman caught in the offer, his curiosity immediately perking up, answering in a bat:
âIâm going to tickle you both to pieces if you donât tell us now.â
âSorrey, Logan,â Patton tried to sound apologetic, but his excited smile made this task more difficult. âitâs you or me.â
âIâm going to tell them about your calves!â Logan threatened at the same time Patton said âItâs his lower back!â
âTRAITOR!â Both also shouted in synchrony. In a blink of eye Roman let Patton go and helped Virgil to make the most serious one of the group lay down on his stomach.
âI despise you all.â The aforementioned pronounced.
âAww. Come on.â Virgil lowered, searching the otherâs eyes, grinning. âArenât you enjoying the view?â
â400.000 years of evolution for humanity to become this. You all should be ashamed of yourselves.â
âYou know, talking like this makes me think you donât want us to give you your so dearly craved birthday tickles, Pocket Protector!â
The three of them stared at the other, looking carefully for any slight indication that Logan was truly uncomfortable with the situation, receiving as response only a scoff, the blush painting his face as a whispered mumble flew from his mouth.
âYouâre so cute!â Patton squealed, giving a light tickly kiss on the back of his neck, leading the attacked to suppress a small giggle which progressively got louder as the cat lover tickled his armpits, Roman and Virgil seeing unfazed by Loganâs squirming. âOkay, okay. You have to tickle his lower back but starting with reeeeeally slow scratches at his sides before speeding it to the fastest scribbling you can muster as you move to his spine!â
Logan hid his hot face behind his hands, the yelps and snorts already escaping between his fingers. He was, objectively, going to love every single second of this.
#Ler!Roman#Ler!Virgil#Lee!Logan#Lee!Patton#brief Lee!Roman & Ler!Virgil/Patton#Teases#Teasy cute nicknames#playful tickles#Sanders Sides tickles#Happy stimming#Sanders Sides tickling#tickle fic#Logan playing is inspirated in one friend of mine who is adorable until he starts to play then he becomes a fucking thing#out of a fucking horror movie#If he got too much close of me I would scream and I'm not kidding. He was terrifying and he loved this xD#Ohhh so that is how writing a self indulgent fic feels like-#My first plan was to make a LAMP series with all their birthdays but life said 'no' and then I just worked with what I had and#being pretty honest??? I am so so so much proud of it.#Especially looking at my first tickle fic ever which I wrote around this same time last year#Btw when I used to play this at school light tickles and teases were allowed xDDD#EXTREMELY RARE but allowed xDD#Self care is writing ur self idulgent fic while listenning your fav nostalgic playlist
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Aftercare [Tickletober Day 14]
Or: Virgil has mean thoughts.
Warnings: Switch!Janus and Switch!Virgil; The aftercare after a tickle session and very light tickles. No proofreaded; 800 words. Take care, lollipop! Sleep, eat, drink water and watch the clouds a bit! They can tell really great stories. ^w^)
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âRED!â He managed to shout between his hissy laughter, his upper limbs too much tired to push the fingers attacking his knees away, which quickly proved unnecessary, since the moment the safeword ran out of his lips the tickles immediately stopped.
âOh myâŠâ But he couldnât complete the sentence, his frantic giggling taking over him and his fuzzy brain, for a moment Janus closed his eyes, just enjoying the moment. âgohohohohohod.â As Virgil undid his the slightly bond tying his ankles to the bed frame, he kicked lightly to expel the giddiness tingling on his nerves, the goosebumps flying on his spine and the explosion of a feeling he could only describe as safeness and happiness filling his senses, flying like butterflies across his body.
 After a minute or more he took his hands off of his face, only to find the purple lover sitting on the mattress, a pure amazed expression bloomed on his face together with the small smirk decorating his features and Janus couldnât bring himself to stop smiling back at him.
 âYouâre so fucking cute.â Virgil said and Janus snorted to ignore the hot flaming his cheeks.
 So, as response, he grabbed a pillow and threw at him, âGet the heck out of here and just come back with my tea and a good movie for us to watch.â
 âDoes the majesty want something more?â The irony was generous dripped in the words, but with no real heat behind them, the other already in his way to the door.
 âForget the honey in my tea and Iâm locking you out.â
 âTry me and fucking watch as I make a hole in your ceiling to get back.â And he barked a laugh â they both always seemed much lighter and gigglier after their tickle sessions - when Janusâ retort was throwing all the pillows and blankets on him.
 âIdiot.â The one still a bit breathless fondly remarked as Virgilâs form disappeared in the hall, rolling on the bed and tittering when memories of the playful fingers scribbling, teasing and exploring his tickle spots flooded back, the teases whispered on his ears, accompanied by nibbles and kisses on his vulnerable skin. He sat and stretched, putting his arms up only to quickly put them back down when a cold wind hit his still high-sensitive armpits, a soft snort escaping from his nose when he remembered the game of Arms Up they played on the beginning of the tickling.
 When Virgil got into the room bringing the tea, honey, chocolate, salty crackers, fruits slices, water, more water and other snacks to help to bring his energy back that he very much likely asked Logan beforehand, Janus was already on his PJs, making a face to him that clearly said he couldnât believe that Virgil called Janus the cute one.
 âShut up.â He laid the things on the desk near to the bed, taking his time to turn on the TV and put the DVD inside, setting everything up as the other drank and ate, both doesnât taking too much to cuddle.
 âI was only going to say âthank youâ.â Virgil just rolled his eyes, clear disbelief. âFor being such a lovely, wonderful, mean, good and an amazingly ler. I totally didnât enjoy it at all as you could see by my complete lack of laughter during the whole order.â
 âDork.â The ler tried to hide his smile and blush by kissing his temple, signing in pure calmness. âYou were also, uh, cool or whatever.â
 âOh, so flattering.â
 âYou know Iâm not good at this. But⊠Yeah, it was fun. Iâm happy I got to know you,â Virgil ignored the âawww, so he has feelings!â from the former âso I could tickle the shit out of you and that smug face.â
 Both smiled and ignored the otherâs smile for their sakes of keeping a reputation. However, Janus just couldnât ignore the way Virgilâs hands shake and fingers picked the fabric of his shirt, so he entangled their limbs even more, his fingers slipping and resting on the otherâs side.
 âYou know,â his nails started to drag up and down, in the slowest and lightest motion he could muster, adding pressure enough only to make the spider lover yelp, hiding his face on the crook of Janusâ neck, puffs of laughter hitting his skin, âI really think you made an incredible job and delivered rather delightful teases and tickles that I will be more than happy to give you back once the right time arrives.â
 With the free hand that wasnât spidering tickles on his ribs, he grabbed the otherâs hand, kissing his knuckles and intertwining their fingers. âI love you.â
 And Virgil didnât say it back, but, for the way he peppered small, quick kisses on the tender spots on his neck, even if most of them were just a graze of lips and then a whole minute of half giggles, this was enough to make his message clear.
#They precious#Tickletober2020#a bit late but B) yeah I did two yeaah#I dunno if will make more of them but I really liked that one#Switch!Janus#Switch!Virgil#Kanene's Fanfic#Kanene's Art#light tickles#soft tickles#reassuring tickles#Kanene's fic#Sanders Sides tickles#Sanders Sides tickling#<333#A bit of ler appreciation because <33
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