#ticklish!patton

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It had been a few hours. Patton's feet felt like static, his voice was expelling various croaks and hiccups from laughing so long. Though he never shouted out his safeword, he was very close to breaking. But he was having so much fun. Then a timer went off. Patton gasped and breathed in heavily as the hands on the stocks retreated for a brief moment, only to reemerge with a damp towel to wipe his feet with. Remus stood up from his slumped posture to the side of the bed.

"It was so kind of you to come to little ol' me for tickling pleasure~"

Due to the sensitivity Patton was still facing, Patton squealed and cackled when Remus tickled his ears. Remus snorted as he held the remote up.

"Word?"

Patton stared at the remote, then Remus, then the stocks. He wiggled his toes a bit before smiling brightly and shaking his head. Remus laughed.

"Fine then! Your funeral!"

With a press of a button, the hands de-summoned then emerged once more. This time with some kind of special oil and fuzzy socks. Or what Patton thought was fuzzy. One hand used a brush to "paint" the oil on Patton's soles before the other one placed a sock on each foot. Oh no.

"Rehehehehehee! The … sohohohocks! They… tihi… tickle." "Well, they are made out of microfiber. Just a little experiment that I wanted to try out."

The hands started to massage Patton's soles with the socks still on and it became clear. This would be the thing that broke him. Patton couldn't hold back at all as he cackled with glee, his wrist now being bound down to the bed and his feet, while still in the stocks, had the toes held back with two appendages while the other two grind their knuckles on his heels.

It tickled like hell! With the added bonus of the itching powder and oil combo, this made for one of the worst tickling experience he had ever been in.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! FU-FU-FU-FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHACK!! RE-REMUS!! PLEHEHEHEAHAHAHASE!!" "My my~ What's the matter, Uh oh Daddy-O? Are you laughing or screaming?" "AH- HEHEHEHEHEHEHE- NOHOHOHOHO!! REMUS!! REHEHEHEMUS PLEASE!!" "All you have to say is that little word."

Patton tried to hold in his breath but all that did was make his cheeks puff out and make it even harder to hold back. When the damn broke again, Patton finally hollered out.

"SHROOMS!"

The hands retreated again like the previous times and this time when they reemerged, they pat the back of the moral facet's soles. After they wiped his feet again, the stocks let his ankles go as well as the wrists letting go and slithering off either side of the bed to their original sitting position on either side of the bed.

Remus clapped happily as he walked up to the bed and lifted Patton up, who was still in a partial daze. Remus snuggled Patton for a brief moment before snapping for the bed to go back to his regular coffin-styled one.

"Well… it was nice of you to stop by again! It really is no bother! All you have to do is send in a request and I'll be there."

Patton nodded.

"Thank… … you… kiddo…" "No problem!"

It was a slow day, so the sides convinced Thomas to go out. Long story short, Thomas had a little too much to drink and had to Uber home.

If you’re not aware, alcohol affects the sides differently. For instance, Patton: He gets more slap happy, and in Logan’s opinion ‘a lot more unbearable than usual.’

For Roman however: He gets a lot sassier and his imagination works very quickly. Quicker than normal.

Jump to now, Roman was trying to keep Patton under control, while also trying not to topple over himself. -yes, the alcohol works different for them, but they’re still a bit tipsy-

“What do ya ge’ when ya mix a cow an a tornado…???” Patton said, rocking back and forth on his heels, trying to stay up.

“I don’t know, what?” Roman asked, trying to humor him. “A udder disaster!! Haha!” Patton bent over in hysterical laughter.

“Ok, I think it’s time for you to take a nap.” Roman suggested. “Na’ am not tired! I’m fine…” He said, before collapsing into Roman’s arms.

“Either you go to bed, or ima make you…” Roman stated, a slight smirk playing on his face. “Whadya mean??” Patton asked, barely still coherent.

“I mean…” Roman trailed off. “This.” He said as he started spidering his fingers in between Patton’s ribs. Resulting in Patton squealing and clamping his arms to his sides, hysterically giggling.

“Oh. What’s wrong Patton?~” Roman asked him in a teasing tone. “Did you see a spider?!” Roman asked jokingly. “NohohahahehehehHEHEH!!” “Oh, I think I see it! It’s crawling on you Patton!” Roman said in faux shock.

“Oh no!! Now it’s crawling into your belly button!” He said as he started spidering his fingers into Patton’s navel. “EEEHHEHEHehehhe!!! RohohHahHAHAHMahahahHaHAHNNN!!” Patton shouted.

“What? I’m trying to help!” He said, as he started swirling his finger in Patton’s belly button. “EEEHEHE!!” Patton squealed again. Roman then started to take his other hand and squeeze Patton’s knee. “AAHAHAHEHEHeheheh!!” Patton laughed hysterically at that.

“Wow, is there anywhere that you’re not ticklish??” Roman said, breaking his facade. “NOHOHO!! EHEHEHhehehehEEE!!” Roman had stopped squeezing Patton’s knee cap, and shoved his hand in Patton’s armpit. The finger that was in Patton’s belly button was now poking at his neck.

“Are you gunna go to bed now, or do I need to keep going ‘til you’re all tired out?” Roman asked, keeping up his attack in Patton’s pits. “EHEHEE!! YEEhheheHEHES!!” Patton responded. When he said that Roman stopped.

“Are you good, Padre?” Roman looked at Patton, who was currently a giggling panting mess. But, regardless he gave a thumbs up. When he did that Roman snuck one last poke to his armpit, which made Patton give one last giggle and flinch away.

“If you didn’t want Patton to be so chaotic, then why did you convince Thomas to drink tonight?” Logan asked, walking into the living room. “Because, it allowed Thomas to have some fun.” Roman shot back at Logan.

“Plus, it gives me an excuse to tickle Patton.” Roman said with a devious smirk on his face. As Roman was reaching to tweak Patton’s side, his hand got snatched. “I’m glad you had your fun.” Patton stated. “Now it’s my turn…” fear washed over Roman’s face.

Roman managed to quickly snatch his hand out of Patton’s grasp, and bolted. When Roman ran it was silent for a second, and then…”oh, this is gunna be fun~” Patton said under his breath.

Logan still stood there, not quite comprehending what just happened in front of him. He then turned to leave rolling his eyes. “I’ll never fully grasp the importance of these silly activities.” He said, walking out of the living room.

"So, why are you so perky today?" the emo asked the father figure. "I don't know, I just woke up like this." Patton giggled. "Just don't let Logan see you like this so late, otherwise he'll lecture you about calming down before bed and all that." Virgil said as he casually started spooning Patton, squeezing his sides. Patton laughed and squirmed in response. "That tickles!" he giggled. "Oh, sorry Pat." Virgil apologised. "It's ok." Patton reassured. "Oh, so you LIKE being tickled, huh?" Virgil teased, tasing Patton's sides. The fatherly trait squealed and laughed as he nodded. "You know, it is getting late and we'll all have to go to bed soon. Which means if you're ever gonna get any sleep tonight, you're gonna need to get all those giggles out. And what better way to do it than letting me tickle all those giggles out? You in?" Virgil asked normally, as if there wasn't a giggly wiggling man in his arms. Nevertheless, Patton nodded, giving Virgil permission to continue.

Virgil went from poking and scribbling over Patton's sides to spidering all over his tummy with both hands, immediately causing the dad character to burst into a fit of laughter. "Hahahahaha! This is reheheally fuhuhuhun!" Patton chuckled. Virgil swore his heart was going to burst. Sometimes Patton was just too precious. Virgil slowly began to move his wiggling fingers from Patton's tummy to his armpits. The melodious giggles that soon followed were no short of adorable. "Ehehehehehe! It's sohohohoho tickly!" Patton squeaked. "That's kind of the point, Patton. This would be really awkward if it wasn't." Virgil remarked. Patton didn't even respond to Virgil's comment as he was too lost in his giggles to say anything. "Hey! Earth to Patton! I'm talking to you!" Virgil teased as he started scribbling his fingers all over Patton's ribs, causing him to squeal and laugh with renewed strength. "Hahahahaha! Sohohohorry!" Patton replied.

"Had enough yet?" Virgil asked. "Nohohoho! Mohohore tickles, plehehease!" Patton answered. "Your wish is my command, Giggles." Virgil said. He had to admit this was fun for him too, not just Patton. It felt good to just goof off and be playful. Feeling the silliness really start to hit him, Virgil took a large breath and blew a raspberry right on Patton's neck. He certainly wasn't expecting the very loud cackles that soon followed. "GAHAHAHAHA! VIRGIHIHIL, PLEHEHEASE!" Patton bellowed. Not hearing a "stop", Virgil repeated the action. "OKAY, OKAHAHAY! I'M DOHOHOHOHONE!" Patton shrieked. Virgil immediately removed his lips from Patton's neck and stilled his fingers. "Did I go too far?" Virgil asked, worried he might've pushed him over the limit, but Patton shook his head "no".

"How do you feel?" Virgil asked. "I feel all loopy." Patton giggled, but his giggles turned into a yawn. "And sleepy." Patton confessed. "Ok then, Sleepyhead. Let's get you upstairs to bed." Virgil said as he tried to get up, but Patton clinged onto him. "Nooo." he whined. "What if I carry you?" Virgil offered. Patton nodded with a sleepy grin. Virgil cradled Patton and carried him bridal style upstairs to his room. He summoned both their onesies onto themselves and tucked Patton into bed, removing his glasses carefully. Virgil was about to walk out when he felt Patton grab his arm, causing him to turn around. "Stay?" Patton asked quietly, doing his best puppy-dog eyes which caused Virgil to sigh. "Ok. Just for tonight." Virgil whispered. He climbed into bed with Patton and the two of them cuddled as they soon fell fast asleep.

[~*~]

And so Patton was stood with his arms raised and hands holding an overhead pull-up bar, a properly flushed mess after a long while under Remus’ hands and lots of other goodies. The moral Side was dressed in a comfy ensemble that left his best spots open to wiggling fingers; he wore a crop hoodie borrowed from Roman and a pair of shorts with flamingoes on them. An animated feather tormented Patton’s thighs, fluttering from his knees up to the edge of his shorts, and Remus’ fingers scribbled into the soft flesh of his belly.

“You know how to make it stop,” Remus teased, leaning in close to Patton’s ear both to tickle with his breath as well as be heard over Patton’s happy chortling. Patton loved tickle games, Remus knew, and Interrogation was a classic. Before Remus had touched him, he’d given Patton a word to keep secret that Remus would be attempting to tickle out of him. Once—if—the word had been given, effectively a safeword, Patton would indicate if he wanted to play again, take a break, or conclude and get some cuddles.

Poor Patton’s only issue was that he was really bad at interrogations. He had the constitution to withstand “torture,” but, and Patton was quite open about it, he felt bad keeping secrets from his friends, so he gave up his secret words before the tickling could go on for long. “Blueberry!” Patton squealed, and Remus pulled his hands and feathers back with a smirk and a nod.

“Thank you for your cooperation, Patton,” Remus snickered. Patton leaned his head back, catching his breath. Even as he smiled, Patton’s eyes held an infinitesimal twinge of disappointment; he tried to shake it off before Remus turned his eyes back to Patton, twirling a feather between his fingers. “Another round?” the mustachioed Side asked, guessing from Patton’s still willingly elevated arms what his answer would be.

“Yes, please,” Patton replied with a bashful smile.

Remus had seen that flash of negativity pass in Patton’s expression. He didn’t care for that at all. Now was time for laughing and screaming, not guilt and discontent. A Side with more nuance might have met Patton’s inevitable deflection about such guilt with a gentler approach. Remus was more blunt. “Where would you like me to tickle for this round?” he asked, nocking the feather behind his ear.

Patton’s already rosy cheeks warmed toward scarlet, and he ducked his chin toward his chest. “Oh,” he said sheepishly. “I…”

Remus tilted his head in mirroring answer, exaggerating the movement so as to meet Patton’s gaze even as he looked shyly away.

The moral Side chuckled quietly at that. “I wouldn’t want to be greedy,” he replied, looking up through his lashes at Remus for his response.

“What do you mean?” Remus said, eyebrows furrowed.

His arms still lifted—he had a habit of not lowering them until a session was officially concluded, even if he has to use imagination magic to keep them up—Patton shrugged, eyes down once more. “That’s what’s fun about an interrogation; I know you’re having fun because you keep going wherever you like. I’d feel greedy to ask you for more.”

Remus snorted, brushing a stray strand of hair from Patton’s forehead with a motion so gentle it was almost fond. “Then we need to train you to be better at the interrogation part, sweetheart.” He could feel Patton’s face warm considerably under his touch and endearing tone. “How about this, then? I’ll tickle you until you tell me where you want me to tickle. Then you get tickled whether you talk or don’t. Win-win.”

Win-win. It wasn’t just Patton who had insecurities about taking up too much of others’ time; the other Sides dealt with that all the time. Remus was unique among them in that he didn’t care. He embodied “forgiveness over permission,” and was a firm believer in chasing desires tirelessly, even if they were uncouth or unheard of. It could get them all into trouble, but, right now and like all the other times Patton got too wound up in his own head, what he should and shouldn’t do, could and couldn’t ask for, he needed Remus’ energy to help him untangle, unwind. “Yes, please,” Patton said once more, cheeks flushed excitedly and a smile growing upon his lips to match Remus’ toothy grin.

Patton lowered one of his arms to touch Remus’ arm when the creative Side turned to trade his feather for something just as fun from the table beside him.

“Thank you.”

Before sentiment could cripple him for the umpteenth time that day, Remus snorted, though his gaze was soft as he scribbled his fingers into Patton’s hips. “You’re far too coherent for my taste.”

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- All of the sides are equally ticklish, but in different areas. They also express their ticklishness differently from one another.

- For example, Roman is most ticklish on his underarms - and when tickled there, he bursts out into loud, cackling laughter, and does his best to fight back.

- Patton is most ticklish on his stomach, and when he is tickled there, he curls up and his laughter immediately goes silent. He hardly fights back aside from wrist-grabbing beyond that point.

- Logan’s is his palms. He tries to pull his hands away almost immediately after being tickled there and stifles his laughter as much as possible. Due to this, it’s hard to figure out what his laugh sounds like when tickled on his palms.

- Virgil’s is his feet. But due to never being touched much and being relatively new to tickling as a whole, he doesn’t let people touch his feet. It makes him uneasy. (yes im self-projecting onto virgil here stfu)

- Since Logan’s worst spot is rather hard to find, he is able to stifle his reactions quite well when he is tickled in another area. At least, for long enough for the ler to assume he’s not ticklish, or until he gets annoyed and scares them off.

- But if you surprise him, he lets out the most high-pitched, surprised yelp you will ever hear in your life. And then glares, obviously embarrassed.

- It’s kind of the same with Roman, but when you tickle him in other areas, he still reacts. But not with laughter. He fights back, and it’s almost impossible to pin him down.

- Patton happily lets people tickle him - and will sometimes openly ask for it if he’s in the mood. (i envy anybody able to just walk up to someone and be like “hey. tickles. now.”)

- Virgil, on the other hand, squeals when he’s tickled. Literally. He’s a squirmer, too, so anybody who tickles him is at major risk of being punched in the gut from his flailing. But if you can pin him down, then he’s a goner.

- Tickle fights are rather common. Usually it comes down to Roman and Patton after the others became too exhausted, since both of them don’t know their limits, and both of them are absolute tickle monsters.