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jasperyourmutt · 2 months

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Before we leave the house, he asks me to sit, and I do, of course. He clips on my collar and leash, rewarding me with an edible, and we leave-

We’re meeting with his friends, I know that much. The whole drive there his hand is on my thigh, squeezing it, telling me that we’re going to have so much fun. By the time we pull up to the house, I’m pleasantly high, my anxious nerves somewhat receding. He ruffles my hair, pulls me in by the collar and kisses me; a deep, passionate, possessive kiss. Without a word, we head inside. I know better than to ask questions- I trust him, and I wouldn’t get any answers anyways.

He holds the leash and I follow him, shyly sticking to his side as we enter. There’s several people about, laughing, talking, drinking. Some stop as we enter, cheering, coming up to greet him, and then me. My face burns hot, my puppy ears going back shyly as they begin to study and admire me. Some come up and pat my head, one grabs my ass and tugs on my tail, another putting a hand under my shirt and feeling the bare skin of my chest. I’m still clinging to his arm, unable to form words.

“He’s my very good boy, I’ve trained him well. He’s such an eager pup, isn’t that right?” He smiles to me, petting my head. I’m comforted by this, and I nod, letting out a small woof.

“So timid- he’s not usually like this, c’mon pup, let’s show them how smart you are,” he steps away from me and tugs off my shirt, then my trousers, leaving my in my briefs. A small circle has formed around us now, calling me handsome, cute, pretty boy, as he tugs on my leash. I’m nervous being so exposed around all these strangers, but I keep my eyes on him. I’m already aroused, as I know what he has in store for me, and I can feel the wetness forming between my legs.

“Sit, puppy,” and I do, eagerly getting to my knees, looking up at him with obedience. Any word he says is law to me- I could never disobey. Would never disobey. I wait for the next command, focused completely on him.

“Good dog. Now, open wide.”

#hi this is a fuckin wet dream I had last night and I woke up in a sweat #show me off I am so handsome and pretty??#also so shy. but I will do just about anything if you tell me I’m soooo good #rrrufffffffff #whhhhining #jasperbarks #:3 #ftm puppy #t4t puppy #puppy sub

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jjoneechan · 3 months

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Dreams latest tiktok

Bro can't escape the puppy allegations

#artists on tumblr #do not repost/steal #dreamfanart #dreamwastaken #dream #fanart #dremblr #driktok #sorry bro #accept your truth #he’s so puppy #pookie bear

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little-pup-pip · 3 months

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Hello!!! could you do a pastel blue and yellow golden retriever puppy moodboard? gender neutral please with a paci preferably deco but it’s ok if not!! with a theme of stars, pompompurin, and sleepiness?

Yes!!

#Golden retriever #!!!#i love them #i really like this one #so i hope you enjoy!#sfw interaction only #moodboard #sfw agere #age regression #agere #sfw littlespace #agere moodboard #babyre #age dreaming #baby regression #can also be #puppyre #puppy regression #golden retriever regression

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bleaksqueak · 7 days

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ooooh well it's not obvious he says like there is a single part of bursting open like a bloated melon oozing clots of petrol worms and eyes with teeth that is not obviously too horrifying to bear thinking about much less interacting with oooh nonono actually i have always longed to join with the terrors and dare i even hope birth a sentient sphincter of my very own a beautiful bouncing bundle of bile god just imagine the special day when the little gupper comes bursting out of my orifices which ones who knows i want to be surprised for its first screaming wet expulsion gosh isn't that just something that’s the real magic in this wondrous world i mean what girl doesn't dream about someday becoming a--

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wolflyndraws · 1 month

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Currently really obsessed with drawing Dream with this expression and specifically how I draw it

#dream fanart #dreamblr #his SCRUNCH is so puppy dog it’s my fav expression and THE go to expression when I think of dream

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darknadaworld · 18 days

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last night's dream was a bit too cute and unexpected i had to draw this scene from it

ISTG MY BRAIN STARTED COOKING SUDDENLY AND IM WINNING DFJHVFJDFGHB

i might have the worst taste in fictional men but hey what can ya do?

bonus:

#darknoverse #art #selfship art #canon x self insert #self shipping #self ship #selfship community #tuff puppy #the chameleon #tazzy #sona #i'm gonna cry istg that dream had no right being so wholesome #exploding as we speak

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beanghostprincess · 1 month

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Lawsanuso is great because you have this wannabe-edgy depressed 26 y/o being a freak for superheroes and then two guys who actually aren't that fond of their superhero personalities and would just. Rather not do that anymore. But Law is a stubborn pathetic wet cat and it's more painful to see him go "Well I don't care why would I care about you and your stupid-- Fucking. Idiotic costumes. I don't. Not me. I hate you actually. Fuck you" than to wear their suits again. So they wear them and put on a little dumb show while Law is trying not to show how much he is into that.

#if he had a tail he'd be wiggling it like an excited puppy while looking away from them #sanji and usopp are so fucking tired of doing this somebody save them #but it's for their boyfriend so it's alright #law is living his dream #also assume sanji has another stealth black suit. because law had one. like for cosplay. don't ask why HE had it.#he was waiting for the right moment and it is weird of him but at least it won't affect sanji in any way. he is just tired of law #but in an endearing way #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #trafalgar law #lawsan #lawsopp #sanuso #lawsanuso #i just be shipping sanuso with everybody at this point idc as long as it has sanuso #sanuso + any character is good

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beom-pyu · 10 months

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just had the craziest lucid dream during my nap and i need to get this thought out ASAP

soft domination with husband beomgyu, anyone?

warnings: pets names (puppy) , tit sucking , mommy kink , praise kink

your husband beomgyu who comes home from work to see you cooking dinner, wraps his arms around your waist and peppers kisses down your neck to distract you so he can secretly steal a bite! you swat his hand away and tell him dinner will be ready soon, turning in his hold to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a sweet kiss

you can tell by the way beomgyu melts into the kiss that he's has had a tough day at work; training unruly newbies, taking on heavier workloads so he can get promoted, working his ass off to provide for you so all you have to worry about is looking pretty and living stress free<3 all he's been looking forward to today is coming home to see your pretty face and feel your soft touch and he's overwhelmed by all the love he feels for you when you gently massage his neck as you press a kiss to his cheek, asking him about how his day was.

he immediately falls to pieces in your hands---as much as beomgyu takes control in almost every aspect of your lives, he lets you take the reigns at home. passes on the control to you so he can let go every now and then. he loves being doted on by you, loves how you can make him feel so loved, how you take him apart and put him back together. you know you have him right where you want him when you see his eyes cloud over, a small whimper living his lips as you card your fingers through his hair, his grip tightening on your hips.

"had a hard day, hm?" you purr into his ear, running your nails down his clothed back, feeling him shiver from your touch as he nods. "my puppy... always working so hard for us. 'm so proud of you, gyu."

"please... please, i need---"

"shh, i've got you. relax, baby.

despite being shorter than him, beomgyu leans his entire body weight on you, dropping his head into the crook of your neck as your fingers run across his most sensitive spots. you smile as he lets out the softest sounds, his hand strictly placed at your sides. he knows not to touch without permission. he knows that you'll give him what he needs.

there's nothing more satisfying than feeling him harden against your leg just by your faint touch. his lips are like magnets to your skin, nipping and biting as he kisses up and down your neck, claiming you, marking you as his.

on any other night, you'd drag it out, tease him a bit before playing. the suspense always gets him riled up---but tonight, you know that's not what he needs. not with the way his eyes nearly brim with tears as you gently coax him away from your neck, his fingers grabbing desperately at your dress.

"meet me in the bedroom, pup."

"but---but i want..."

"i know, puppy. i'll be quick, okay?"

the puppy dog eyes he sends your way nearly makes you change your mind, but nonetheless, he follows your orders and heads toward the room. you quickly turn off all of the food, making sure to put tops on all of the pots before joining your husband in the bedroom.

by the time you walk in, he's already sitting upright against the headboard, the top few buttons of his dress shirt undone. you smile at the grabby hands he directs towards you, looking utterly fucked out with his blushed neck and red, bitten-raw lips. he's absolutely gorgeous.

you waste no time climbing into his lap, giggling a bit as he automatically wraps his arms around your torso, pulling you into an unexpected hug. he rests his head on your shoulder, inhaling your sweet scent before pressing a few kisses to your exposed skin.

when his fingers make their way to the hem of your dress, you reach down to stop him; he whines, but his fingers still, his head turning to look up at you expectantly.

"you know you have to use your words to get what you want, pup."

he opens his mouth to speak, but you interrupt him again.

"and you have to ask nicely. no more demanding things."

"but it's embarrassing," he whines, dropping his face into your chest. you giggle at his behavior---this is really your strong, provider husband. he's perfect.

"come on, puppy. you can do it."

beomgyu lifts his head after a few seconds, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

"ask."

...

"can i... can i suck on your tits...?

you give him a look.

"please... mommy?"

"now was that so hard, hm?"

beomgyu doesn't reply as you slowly pull your dress over your head, his eyes glued onto your tits that are perfectly eye level with his gaze. you smile as his eyes flash up to yours, his hands making home on your waist---he's waiting for your signal. such a good boy.

"mommy, please, i---"

"go ahead, puppy."

you don't have to tell him twice; he immediately latches onto your nipple, fondling your other breast as his eyes slip shut in bliss. his entire body relaxes as you card your fingers through his hair, pressing light kisses to the crown of his head. this is for him, so you try to ignore the way the stimulation goes straight to your core, sighing in pleasure as his tongue circles your nipple before he sucks harshly, nipping at your sensitive bud.

he's hard in his pants as your heat sits right on top of him, but he shows no intentions on moving. this is more than just sexual, for the both of you. he looks so angelic like this, a pink flush sitting high on his cheekbones, his hair messy from your fingers pushing it out of his face. his eyelashes tickles his cheeks as he lets out soft sounds, quiet moans and whimpers, nosing your skin as he moves to give attention to your other tit.

"my pretty puppy. you're doing so good for me, baby. so, so good."

beomgyu moans loudly at that, something throaty and deep, as he places one last kiss on your breast before looking up at you with glistening eyes.

"i love you," he breaths out, his hands dropping down to your thighs, massaging the plush skin there. you smile down at him before capturing his lips in a kiss; it's sloppy and messy as beomgyu's nearly too gone to focus on any sort of technique, but it's oh so perfect because it's him

"i love you, gyu."

the beam that paints his face is heart-wrenching, his eyes bunching up at the corners, his cheeks growing full with pure adoration and infatuation. he's so, so lovely and everyday, you wonder how you managed to win his heart.

"can i fuck you after dinner?"

you press a kiss to the tip of his nose.

"anything you want, puppy."

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rocky-makes · 4 months

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My partner and I got a puppy a couple of days ago and we've named her Nyx! She's half Rottweiler and a 1/4 each Golden Retriever + Belgian Shepherd. She's going to be enormous and she is a total sweetheart baby 🥲🥲🥲

#apollo and jupiter are doing so well 😭��#dreams of my little happy animal family in a pile on the bed once this gal is toilet trained properly #dogs #puppies

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mushiewrites · 10 months

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Got Your Back

Hiya! So I’ve had this fic since last September, I wrote it for @emmadoodlewrites when we both went insane for tickle machines and made up a few in a flustered frenzy. I recently rediscovered this fic and shared it with @wishitweresummer, who encouraged me over and over to upload it. So, I reworked it, somehow added 1K words, and here we are. Thank you @awkwardtickleetoo + summer for reading this through for me and for hyping it up and making me want to post it! (and thank u cal for the title ur a genius). I love how it turned out, and I hope you do too!

After George confessed his love for tickling to Dream, he decides to make him something special in support. Dream gets curious, and before he knows it, he’s stuck

(lee!Dream / tickle machine : 3.6K words)

Dream had always been curious. Everyone who knew him was aware of this fact, mostly due to the blonde getting himself into trouble because of it. Whether he was exploring new places without a map or tinkering with things he shouldn’t, he was used to things backfiring. But he didn’t really mind. He much preferred taking the risk in favor of trouble in order to learn everything he could about anything and everything he was interested in - including people.

Another thing Dream was known for was his generosity. Gift giving was absolutely one of his main love languages, and he constantly used it to show his friends and loved ones just how much he cared for them. Dream was thoughtful, always collecting things that reminded him of specific people and being so excited to give it to them, relishing in the way their faces would light up at the unexpected gift.

Recently, George had revealed some very personal information about himself with Dream. A few weeks ago, while sitting underneath an oak tree in the rain, George had told Dream his thoughts and feelings on tickling - about how much he loved it, and how much he adored the feeling of it. He told Dream how warm and safe the action made him feel, sputtering and whining through it all. It took some much needed coaxing and reassurance from the blonde, but in the end, George got it all out. Dream was there to support him through the whole thing, wrapping him into the biggest hug he could while showering him in praise.

Immediately after George had left that day, the cogs in Dream’s brain began to turn. He was set on creating things to show George that he didn’t have to be embarrassed about his secret adoration for tickling, wanting to make him something special and just for him. Dream spent many nights hunched over his crafting table drawing up blueprints, feeling like a madman whenever he came up with a new contraption to torture George with. After coming up with a few solid ideas, the building began.

It started with a small tickle machine.

It was around the same size and shape of a normal backpack, and designed to sit against the back the same way. There were eight retractable arms that sat over the shoulders, ribs and sides, much like how a koala would cling onto a person. The arms were designed to be able to perform the meanest of tickles that George could handle (or not, but that wasn’t Dream’s problem). The ends of the metal rods were covered in small rubber nubs, molded to glide expertly between ribs, to skitter up and down squishy sides, to poke and prod against sensitive stomachs - the possibilities were endless on someone as ticklish as George.

The machine was still in the prototype stages, but it was ready to be tested to make any final adjustments. He planned on waiting until the next time he was with George to test it, wanting to see how the machine worked on the smaller boy and hoping to find ways to make improvements. But the longer the device sat idly, waiting for its first victim, the more Dream’s curiosity grew.

So he decided to test it himself.

After a lot of pacing and contemplating, he walked over to the chest in the corner of the room where he kept the machine, opening the lid and chuckling nervously when he saw it. It looked like some kind of giant upside down bug, with the legs curled in on themselves while in the ‘off’ position. Dream lifted it from the chest, holding it in his hands and inspecting it while the butterflies in his stomach erupted into a whole new wave of panic. It took a bit of self convincing but he finally decided that yes, he was absolutely going to test this now. What George didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Dream let out a nervous giggle as he pressed the little green power button on the middle of the machine, reaching around and holding it against his back the best he could to try and secure it. He struggled with the positioning, taking a few steps back until he felt his heels hit the wall. Dreamed leaned against it, using the wall to help hold the machine in the correct spot and allowing the arms to finally extend out and over his body, clinging on and tightening to hold itself in place. The blonde watched in amusement as the arms reached over his shoulders and hugged around different parts of his ribs and sides, settling down after a few minutes and becoming still against him. He smirked to himself, happy with the way the machine was working so far.

Dream jumped forward with a yelp as the arms began to move, pulling him from his thoughts and bringing his attention to the new sensation that was spreading across his torso. It was only the first stage of the tickling, Dream having set different settings and stages for different tickling speeds and techniques. But even at the lowest stage, it had Dream doubled over, squirming against the wall as the ends of the metal arms pressed lightly against his ribs. The drew small, slow circles into the bones, pulling strained laughs out of Dream even as he tried his hardest to hold them in. He didn’t expect it to be this bad, but it was, and all he could think about was how much this would get to George. Through his panicked giggles he cheered at his success in making a functioning tickle machine.

The arms slowed to a halt, giving Dream time to catch his breath. He stood back up on his feet, turning around to face the wall and leaning his forehead against it with a groan. He closed his eyes as he continued to take in deep breaths, smiling at the thought of George screaming and squealing having to endure this himself. Suddenly the arms sprung back to life, digging in with a little more pressure at a quicker speed. Dream was thrown into loud cackles almost immediately, pushing off the wall and throwing his head back, his arms pressed as tightly as he could to his sides in an attempt to block out the tickly feeling.

“Ohoho my Gohohod, fuck! Thihis is bahahad!” Dream knew no one was around but couldn’t help but narrate the feeling. It was just so much more ticklish than he ever thought it would be, and it was only the second stage. He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes still squeezed shut as he let out a wheeze through his laugh, hiccups and high pitched squeals following closely behind.

The arms that rested over his shoulders were prodding into his top ribs, just below his armpits. They dug in slightly, vibrating over the bones every few seconds and making Dream feel weak in the knees. The other three sets of arms were poking into his ribs and sides, moving slightly every time they lifted up and touching down, always tickling a new patch of skin to keep him squirming. He leaned forward as he cackled, trying his best to stay standing as he laughed himself silly. He couldn’t remember the last time he was tickled this much - in his defense, he couldn’t really remember anything anyway with how fiercely the machine was tickling. Through it all, though, he did have one consistent thought; it tickled, and it tickled bad.

Dream gasped for air the minute the machine came to another pause, his giggles remaining as the metal arms stayed pressed against the bones of his ribs. He couldn’t shake the ghost tickles that had his stomach doing somersaults, even when he used his hands to rub the areas around where the arms were resting. The blonde found himself giggling helplessly, deciding he’d done enough testing for one day and reaching back in an attempt to power off the machine. George could try out the more intense settings the next time he stopped by.

But as Dream felt around blindly for the power button, he realized he couldn’t reach it from this position. He opened his eyes in a panic, quickly looking around on the table beside him for anything he could use to help reach it.

“Shit. Uhm….” Dream was mumbling under his breath as he searched through different tools, eventually giving up and turning around to gently press against the wall behind him to try and successfully hit the power button. But it was no use, and the familiar sound of the machine whirring to life echoed through the room once more.

Suddenly the arms were digging into his ribs and sides, only this time, the bottom set of arms made their way over to his very sensitive tummy. He let out a shriek as they vibrated into the pudge of his lower tummy, between his belly button and the waistband of his pants.

“No no nahahahaha! Fuhuhuck, plehehease! PLEHEHEASE!” Dream wailed, feeling the second lowest set of arms moving over either side of his belly button and pressing in, vibrating again, but at a much faster pace than before. He doubled over once again, his back arching off the wall before leaning over with his elbows to his knees, cackling towards the floor with his eyes squeezed shut.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, the top two sets of arms began seeking out even more sensitive spots on his very ticklish torso. The lower of the top two sets found their way to the back of Dream’s ribs, a spot he had programmed purposely to fuck with George. He cried out at the feeling, never having been tickled there before and realizing how absolutely torturous it was. The top set framed themselves perfectly to wiggle their way under Dream’s arms, sending him flying back against the wall with his arms crossed over his stomach tightly.

“Nohoho, oh fuhuhuck, stohohop!” His knees began to wobble and he allowed himself to slowly slide down the wall, only stopping when he hit the ground with a thump. Dream pulled his knees up as much as he could, attempting to try and protect himself from the tickling but finding that it only further pressed the arms into his skin. He quickly straightened his legs out against the ground, kicking as he grabbed fistfuls of his pants, needing to hold onto something.

As the tickling continued, Dream fell to the ground on his side, turning onto his back and rolling back and forth a few times to try and hit the button against the floor. The third set of arms moved a little closer on either side to his belly button and he squealed, thrashing and squirming and kicking out as much as he could. No matter how much he pressed the machine into the ground, no matter what angle, it was no use - Dream was well and truly stuck.

The tickling finally stopped, but Dream couldn’t stop laughing. He was overwhelmed with the vibrations from the ghost tickles, still feeling the tingly circles and pokes over his torso as if they were still happening - even in the spots left untouched. He heard a noise from across the room and opened his eyes quickly, almost choking on his own breath as he saw George standing in the doorway, whose cheeks were bright red with his jaw dropped to the floor.

“G-George! I cahahan-”

“Dream?” George interrupted, his blushy cheeks somehow also appearing to be drained of all color as his eyes focused on the machine still wrapped around the blonde. “..What is that?”

The younger boy opened his mouth to try and explain, to try and make any excuse he could, but was cut off with a loud cackle when the machine clicked back on, the arms back in motion and making him scream.

“Noho not again! Nohoho plehehease! NOHOHO!” Dream let out a squeal that bounced off the walls of the room, startling George with the force of it. The older boy ran over and kneeled next to the blonde, trying to figure out what it was and what exactly was happening.

He watched with wide eyes as the metal arms poked and swirled and vibrated against Dream’s torso, focusing on his ribs and under his arms. The blonde let out a scream when the machine began to pick up speed and the bottom arms moved, making him arch up against the ground before falling back down against it, writhing and kicking as he did. Dream’s hands were wrapped around the bottom set of arms, pulling as much as he could to try and dislodge them, but finding it useless. George’s eyes trailed down to where they disappeared under the blonde’s shirt, moving a hand to grab the bottom of the fabric to slowly pull it up. George felt his face burning up as he saw the two bottom arms tickling at Dream’s belly button - one circling around the edge as the other pulled at it, occasionally dipping in and making Dream cry out in ticklish agony.

Dream swore he saw stars from how hard his eyes were squeezed shut. He knew he was screaming through his laughter, yet everything sounded muffled. His senses were on fire. The arms of the machine were sinking into every sensitive spot with precision, and with the two taunting the small indent in the center of his tummy, he thought he might seriously pass out at any second. His face was hot, and he could hear George talking to him and saying his name, but he couldn’t focus on anything else besides how horribly everything tickled. He attempted to open his eyes, but he was laughing so hard that his cheeks were keeping them squinted, blurring his vision and making it essentially impossible to see. Dream had no choice but surrender to the tickles, throwing his head back and letting himself laugh as much as he needed to.

He felt a hand grab his shoulder and pull him onto his side, and suddenly he could breathe again, taking in gulps of air and gasping through his cackles. George had managed to find the power button, finally freeing Dream from the ticklish hell he had been enduring. The brunette was carding his hand through the blonde waves, adjusting the two so that Dream’s head was resting against his thighs.

“Thank you, ohoho my God…” Dream managed through his left over giggles, turning to lay flat on his back as he draped a hand over his chest, letting out a deep sigh when he felt how fast his heart was beating. His eyes were still shut but he could hear the brunette laugh from above him, feeling his hand being moved from his chest and being replaced with one much smaller than his own. Dream moved his hand back, laying it over George’s and holding it for comfort.

“What even was that thing?” George asked hesitantly. Dream could sense the nervousness in the elder’s voice, opening his eyes slowly to adjust to the light and allowing them to focus on the brunette. George’s face was closer than he expected, making him giggle when George realized and pulled back quickly, clearing his throat and looking away from the blonde. Dream watched with a wide smile as George’s face grew an even deeper shade of red, clearly flustered at the situation he had walked in on.

“Well,” Dream spoke through his teeth, grunting as he moved to sit up slowly and cracking his back before turning around to face George. “You were nice enough to trust me with the whole tickling thing, so I wanted to do something special for you!”

Dream laughed as George physically cringed at the mention of the dreaded word, turning his attention from the blonde once again and looking down at his lap, picking at a loose thread in his pants to distract himself as he continued.

“O-Okay, and what? You decided you wanted to torture yourself to relate, or….?” He let out a squeaky giggle when Dream scoffed at the accusation, squirming to the side when a poke landed on his ribs.

“No, idiot. I actually made it…for you. For fun for us, but I was also thinking about it for the times where I can’t be there to help, you know?” Dream spoke gently, suddenly feeling shy about the whole thing and reaching behind him to pick up the small machine to hand to George. He watched as George’s face continued to turn a bright red, biting his lip to hold back the giggle that was threatening to escape to try and remain calm, knowing how embarrassing the subject was for the brunette.

“Dreeeeam,” George whined, holding the machine in one hand and bringing his free hand up to cover his face. “That’s…that’s just…”

He was struggling to find the words, torn between wanting to scream out in embarrassment, and wanting to cry because of how lucky he was to have someone like Dream supporting him. The younger boy giggled at the response, leaning forward and pulling the smaller boy into a hug. He smiled when he felt George lean into him, letting out a shaky breath as Dream used a hand to rub up and down his back soothingly.

“You’re welcome, Gogy.” Dream smirked, feeling George hide his face into the crook of his neck, whining about how much of an idiot he was. He let George pull away after a minute, using the floor to push himself up onto his feet and leaning down to offer George a hand. The brunette accepted it, grabbing the bigger hand and laughing when Dream yanked him to his feet as if he weighed nothing.

“I have a feeling this thing is gonna absolutely destroy you, Georgie.” Dream teased, poking at the machine and giggling when George turned his hips to prevent him from touching it. He noticed the elder’s blush had spread to the tips of his ears, the light pink color slowly turning a lighter shade of red the more flustered he became. George rolled his eyes at the blonde, hugging the machine to his chest as he spoke.

“Well, it sure did destroy you, didn’t it, Dreamie?” Dream made a move to walk towards the door, George suddenly stepping in his path and making the two almost collide together. He felt his own stomach flip at the question, taking a small step back and bringing a hand up to run through his hair as a way to cope with the nervousness he suddenly felt.

“I don’t know about that, but-” he tried to excuse the accusation away, but George was having none of it. He got a sudden wave of confidence, and mixed with his normal cockiness, Dream was doomed.

“No no no, you’re not gonna act like that didn’t just wreck you to pieces, Dream.” The blonde felt himself swallow hard as George took a step forward back into his space. “Which is kind of questionable, actually, because why would someone subject themselves to such torture if they didn’t like it? Care to explain?”

“N-No! No, I-”

“You liked it, didn’t you?” George held up a hand, slapping it over Dream’s mouth when he opened it to protest. “You wouldn’t have tried it if you didn’t think you’d like it at least a little bit.”

George removed his hand to let Dream answer, bursting into bright giggles when the blonde pressed his lips together tightly, his cheeks burning up and turning a dusty pink.

“I don’t!” George laughed at the way Dream was immediately defensive, not having any real excuse to offer other than a denial.

“Don’t worry, Dream. Your secret’s safe with me.” The older boy poked a finger into Dream’s tummy, making him jump back with a squeal. When he looked up again, George was walking towards the door, laughing as he went. Dream groaned, looking down at his shirt and bringing a hand up to his stomach, rubbing out the lingering tingles that George had left behind. He heard the door opening, looking up and being met with a very menacing smirk.

“Just to let you know, I absolutely will be using this against you. Watch your back, Dream. Your very, very ticklish back.” Dream felt a shiver run down his spine as he watched George flash him one last smile before turning to step through the threshold of the door with a wave, closing it lightly behind him.

Dream walked over to the crafting table, leaning back against it and letting out a deep breath he didn’t realize he was holding in. He sat down on the stool next to him, letting his head fall into his hands with a flustered whine, giggling to himself at how ridiculous the whole thing was.

When the flustered feeling finally passed, Dream was back on his feet, scribbling over blueprints of other ideas he had, making little improvements and upgrades as he worked. Dream decided he needed to up his game. If George thought that machine was mean, he decided to show him just how bad it could get. Dream was about to create George’s worst nightmare. Dream was determined to make George cry.

And he had just the idea on how to do it.

#lee!dream #tickle machine #this is different from the normal #and is very clearly set up for a sequel………so if u like this and wanna see more pls lemme know #again thank u to emma for letting me post this #thank u to summer for really hyping the shit out of this i don’t think i would’ve ever posted it without you #and thank u to my puppy cal for reading literally all of my fics and helping with the title #anyway…..enjoy!#mushie fics #mcyt tickle #my stuff

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no thoughts only pup!jeno and pup!mingyu taking turns fucking pup!you. they go nice and slow, letting you lay comfortably on your belly, lifting your hips up in a gentle grasp as they mount you. imagine mingyu fucking you first, making your eyes roll back as he takes his time sliding his entire length deep inside you. jeno is up by your face, cooing at you gently as you whine, petting you. you lean into his touch, caressing his hand, letting your eyes slide shut in bliss as mingyu slowly rocks his hips and fucks you. you feel the entire length of his huge cock slide in and out of you, reaching spots deep inside you that you’re still amazed even exist. he can’t help but stare at your ass the whole time, cupping your cheeks with both hands, kneading the flesh indulgently as his hips start to buck a bit faster. but he keeps his pace languid, meandering, letting you slowly relax into the pleasure and just enjoy the way his dick feels. you don’t even have to speak much, they do all the speaking for you, telling you how cute their little puppy looks laid out like this, desperate for cock. the thick scent of your shared arousal fills the air and only riles you up more, and with every inhale of that thick musk you clench around mingyu’s cock. he groans at this, leaning down for a brief moment to kiss along your cheek and the corner of your lips, little touches of affection before he goes back to focusing on pleasuring you. he responds to your every yip and cry and labored sigh, pressing against your tender spot with the head of his cock and grinding into you before pulling out and continuing the pattern. jeno is all over you, kissing your face, lifting your chin so he can press sweet kisses to your lips, letting you moan into his mouth the whole time. he scratches behind your ears, and the tingling rush of pleasure makes your tail wag and makes your walls flutter around mingyu’s cock. both of them are just enraptured with you, taking their time indulging in pleasure with you, all the while you look so fucking cute and so fucking pretty they feel their cocks throb at the sight, aching with yearing even though they already have you. as soon as mingyu makes you cum with a soft whine, jeno takes his place, holding your hips in his hands and easing his cock into you. your back arches instantly at the thicker stretch, your hips bucking back to take in the rest of his length. he works you up to another orgasm, slowly building your pleasure with precise rolls of his hips and well timed grabs and smacks to your ass. they keep going back and forth like this, making you cum as much as you want on their cocks, dousing you in affection all the while. the little licks and nips to your ears feel just as good as the pleasure flowing from your core with each thrust, and you succumb to a state of relaxed bliss as you let them both rock your body.

#some scattered thoughts bc i miss my pups SO MUCH #hybrid!au #nct smut #nct jeno smut #nct dream smut #nct dream jeno smut #seventeen smut #seventeen mingyu smut #pup!mingyu #pup!jeno #missing my pups real bad on this day #puppy!mingyu

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