DMC Sentence Starter Tickle Fic Prompts - #24
Prompt #24 - “Sounds like someone needs a visit from the tickle monster.” -> Gameverse, ler!Vergil, lee!V (VerV ship/romantic)
A/N: Everyday I yearn for more soft silly VerV content,,, , , this man deserves to spoil himself silly 🫶💖💖💖
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The kiss Vergil leaves on the other’s hair is soft, echoing the carefulness of the palm smoothing over his back.
“I wish this burden wasn’t yours to bear.”
From beneath his chin, V shook his head. “There’s only so much that could be done when one’s fast asleep.”
He took slow, steadying breaths from along Vergil’s neck, settling in the warmth; the ease of safety bestowed unto him in the waking world by the arms wrapped firmly along his waist, and the tuck of a leg between the other’s.
“I know them as nightmares–nothing more.” Came another murmur from still-drowsy lips, and Vergil paused the light massage he was giving. “A trick of the mind, gone at the break of dawn. They can do me no harm. Therefore, I’ll be alright.”
The half-demon nodded, though he was left unsatisfied, furrowed brows still lingering on the melancholy laying beneath his humanity’s gentle tone. A tug from deep within his chest led him right above where the other’s ear would’ve been, and he found himself whispering lowly through the disheveled albino threads.
“Sounds like someone needs a visit from the tickle monster.”
The jolt is immediate–as is the muffled squeak against his skin. He can’t help the smile that pulls at his lips from the reaction, growing wider still as V clearly has to take a moment to gather himself following it, the quiver in his voice still apparent even when he finally manages a quiet mumble through the electrified silence.
“Is that a threat?”
To fool oneself was an impossible feat. Vergil hummed in affirmation to that truth, letting his fingers walk from where they had rested on V’s back and onto the bumps of his ribs, garnering another shy, elated whine at his neck when he stops to rub into one of its dips.
“It’s a promise.”