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awkwardtickleetoo · 10 months

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Cosquillas, Cosquillas

helloooo everyone!!! I was talking to mush the other day about including Spanish in a fic bc the dteam have been really close with the Spanish speaking community/ccs and have started learning the language themselves recently, and I've also been learning the language so I figured it would be a really fun idea to include it in a fic!!

(obviously lol) there is quite a bit of Spanish intermixed with the dialogue and everything, but everything should be pretty self explanatory in context, or at least easy to translate if need be!!

as always thank you @mushiewrites for proofreading/helping inspire this fic <333

lee!dream, ler!george, 5.7k words

this takes places after george's irl stream in madrid

enjoy :)

(also yes, the title means "tickle, tickle")

Dream cleared his throat as he heard the familiar beep of his keycard deactivating the lock, before turning the knob and pushing his way through the door of his hotel room. He was greeted with clean, cool air hitting his face and smelling as fresh, clean, and sharp– it reminded him of a specific comment that George had made once before, one of the first things he ever said when they all first traveled together, which was 'hotel air conditioning always smells exactly like McDonald's Sprite tastes', which made Dream laugh so hard that he needed to sit down on the floor to recover. Every time they'd stayed in a hotel after that, at least one member of the Dream Team would make a reference to that day, it was unavoidable.

The comforting feeling of being back home, even if it was a hotel in a completely foreign country, took over his body quickly, and he sighed in relief, any negative energy or stress he still held from being overwhelmed and overheated outside slowly melting off his shoulders. Don't get him wrong, he loved going out and streaming with George, and he absolutely adored meeting fans, of course he did! He wouldn't trade it for anything else in the entire world, but sometimes when it was too hot and too many people were in one place too suddenly it could get a little much. He was excited to go out and meet more people the next day or later that night, but for now, he was happy to have a few hours worth of downtime in his own hotel room.

He shook his head, letting his fluffy hair ruffle and move as he did so, and he then rolled his neck and shoulders as he let go of the door and let it close behind him.

Or, at least, it would've closed behind him, had it not been for his energetic co-streamer trailing behind him, pushing into the room and closing the door behind him with a click just as Dream walked into the more open area of the room and placed his bag on the desk.

"Dream," The Brit began immediately upon entering, following Dream even when he paused his movements, just to catch up to him. He also took his bag off, placing it gently on the seat of the chair in front of the desk, not wanting to harm any of the expensive streaming equipment in it.

"George," Dream replied in the same urgent tone. He turned around to face George as he set the rest of his things down, watching the smaller man slide off his shoes and push them under the desk before looking back up at him.

"You need to practice your Spanish," George replied, putting his hands on his hips sassily. Dream scoffed, rolling his eyes with an extremely fond smile, before shaking his head a few times.

"George, it's fine, I know enough to get by."

"Yes, you do, but you never use it, that's the problem," George explained, and Dream scoffed again, this time more bashfully. George was actually right, but he was absolutely not going to say that.

"Okay, that– it's fine, George," He said with a smile, leaning back against the corner of the dresser behind him, crossing his ankles as he leaned. George walked over and stood right in front of him again, hands still on his hips like a disappointed mother, and Dream was actually starting to feel the psychological effects from the stance.

"Dream," He said firmly, and Dream looked at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. He could feel his brain falling into its usual habits, hearing George's warm voice and seeing his soft eyes look at him and feeling him stand so close and wanting to do whatever he says, but he knew he couldn't let his brain give in during such a dumb argument. He twisted his body from side to side, bracing himself against the top of the dresser as he tried to crack his back, letting George continue talking aimlessly. "Dream, there's nothing to be ashamed of. We're in Spain, with tons of friends who speak both English and Spanish, and tons of people publicly, either fans or people at stores or restaurants or whatever who do as well. No one is gonna be upset with you for not speaking fluently. But the only way to get better is to try," George explained, resting his hands on Dream's shoulders when he twisted back to the center, wanting to keep his attention. "You know what you're saying. you know parts of the language, you just don't know how to say them because you never do it! Of course you're gonna sound like an idiot, because you don't know how, that's why it's important to practice." Dream smiled at him, tilting his head to the side curiously.

"Wow. That was actually a pretty good pep talk, Georgie, you should give those more often," Dream complimented, and George blinked at him twice before letting out a scoff as he shook his head, pulling his hands off Dream's shoulders and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Okay, idiot, does that mean you're gonna practice your stupid Spanish now?" Dream sighed and tilted his head back, stretching his arms up above his head to finish his back cracking, arching his back forward and groaning as he did so.

"George, I promise, I will, I'll just do it on my own t-IME–!" Dream explained, ending it with a loud squeal that cut into his final word as he felt something swipe across the skin above the waistband of his shorts that was exposed from his stretching. He snapped his arms down instantly, covering the area with his hands, and curling in on himself by bringing one knee up slightly and then leaning forward. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, and he knew it wasn't just his sunburn. He glanced down, seeing George's pointer finger still poised in the same place in front of his tummy, and George smiled at him, biting his lip to tame it slightly. "Do not do that."

"Your tummy was out! I had to!"

"You absolutely didn't."

"I did! What else am I supposed to do when there's such a good opportunity, just not take it?!"

"Shut up," Dream argued, stepping away from the dresser and towards the bed, sitting down on the edge of it and leaning down to untie his sneakers. He barely pulled one loop out before he was suddenly shoved against the bed forcefully, landing on his back and bouncing on the bed as a small 'oof–' sound left his lips from the force of the movement. George jumped onto the bed as well, making the mattress bounce once again, as he sat cross-legged next to Dream's torso. His knee rested against Dream's side, against the material of his hoodie and replacing the material of his jacket that had fallen to the side in the fall, now fanning out by his sides against the comforter, the same way his wavy hair was as he looked up at George with fond eyes. "Hello."

"Hi. We're gonna practice Spanish," George said confidently, smiling down at Dream as he spoke.

"Ugh, Georgie, c'mon," Dream whined, placing his hand gently on George's knee and rubbing his thumb against the small dip on the outside of his knee cap from the way his leg was bent. "Is it really necessary?"

"Sí, yes it is. Muy necesario, Sueño. Necesitos práctica," George spoke, putting one hand up in the air to enunciate his words, and Dream was already intimidated by how much better George was at speaking the language than he was, even if he knew George was only messing around and was, obviously, nowhere close to being an expert. Dream whined again, pinching his eyebrows together and putting on his best puppy dog eyes as he looked at George, pleading with him to let it go. "Oh, stop that, you're just being a baby."

"I'm no– AH–!" Dream was cut off by another squeal as George poked his tummy, right in the center, over the material of his hoodie. He flinched and went to grab at George's hand, but the elder simply brought his other hand into the mix, poking sporadically around his tummy and making it impossible to grab him by moving away as fast as he began. He curled his legs up, kicking them as much as he could as he tried to twist and turn away from the pokes. "George!"

"How do you say… okay, you know basic words, right? Very basic words and phrases?" George asked, pausing his pokes to let Dream answer, pressing his palms flat against Dream's hoodie.

"I-I… I don't know! I mean– I guess so?" Dream answered bashfully and George immediately resumed his poking, making him squirm and giggle again.

"Okay, how do you say, uh… book, then? How do you say 'book' in Spanish– en Español."

"Uh–" Dream said, suddenly giggling when one of George's pokes landed too close to the left side of his tummy. He flinched a bit harder at that, curling his right knee up enough to his George's body, and George did not seem to approve of this. He scoffed, shoving Dream's legs away and resting one hand on the knee that had hit him, leaning all of his body weight on it to make it harder for him to curl that one up. Then, he used his other hand to poke rapidly up and down Dream's side, the same side he was pinning the leg on, and Dream shook his head and giggled helplessly as he could no longer protect that side with his leg and still couldn't manage to get a grip on George's slippery hands. "N–noho! George, plehehease!"

"C'mon, Dream. How do you say 'book' in Spanish?"

"Ihihit's– it's gonna behe bahahahad!" Dream whined, and George patted his knee where he still held it down.

"That's okay! Your pronunciation doesn't have to be good, that's why you're learning. Plus, I'm literally gonna tickle you through all of it, I don't expect you to sound like a proper fluent Spanish speaker," George explained, only somewhat reassuringly, and Dream whined again at the casual information that he was going to be tickled through all of this. There was no point trying to get out of the situation. "Now say it, Dream."

"Ihihihit's– it's lihibrohoho–" Dream muttered before throwing his hands over his face in embarrassment, lost in giggles as George grabbed both his sides and squeezed them a few times as he celebrated. Dream's legs curled up again as he did so, and his back arched slightly.

"YEAH, good job, Dream! You did it!" George exclaimed, smoothing out the fabric of Dream's hoodie over his tummy. Dream's cheeks already hurt from smiling and burned from how red and hot they were due to how hard he was blushing, and he wasn't sure he'd make it out of this alive. "Okay, uh… now say table in Spanish. How do you say that?"

"Oh, George," Dream complained, but the poking started up immediately again, and George was moving faster now, poking several times in every area of his tummy, making his legs kick out and his heels scrape against the bed uselessly– until he remembered George hadn't given him time to take his shoes off, and they were in a hotel with beautiful, white sheets, and he could not be putting his shoes all over them, so he needed to remember to keep them away from the bed in the midst of all this. Sure, that wouldn't make it harder at all. "AH– ahahaha, okahahay! Ihihit's mehesahaha!"

"Good boy, Dream!" George exclaimed again, making Dream shake his head and cover his face again. "What about, uh…" George thought for a moment, his hand pausing it's poking but ending up with his palm at the very bottom of Dream's hoodie, and his thumb slipped under to touch Dream's bare skin and run through the sparse hair of his happy trail. Dream hummed at the motion, resting his hand on top of George's and waiting for him to continue. "Oh! Okay, how do you say kitten?" He asked softly. and Dream giggled and nodded, already prepared to answer.

"Gatito," He replied and George nodded and patted his stomach slightly. "Like you!" He finished with a gasp and wide eyes, reaching up to gently run his fingers through George's hair. George giggled as well, leaning forward as he laughed before pulling back.

"And what about puppy?" George continued, and Dream looked at him skeptically. "Like you, obviously," He finished, reaching forward and running his hand through Dream's hair to repeat his motion, and Dream scoffed and turned his head away.

"You're such an idiot."

"You know it's true."

"It's not true."

"If you're not a puppy, then why would you be letting me rub your belly right now?" George asked smugly, and Dream paused, suddenly realizing that George's thumb had slowly become his entire hand, and there was a palm rubbing circles over the bare skin of his tummy at that exact moment, and it was so gentle and relaxing that Dream hadn't even noticed.

"Wh–"

"See. I rest my case. Now say it."

"I can't even roll my r's, though."

"I don't care. Just try, Dreamie," George encouraged, tapping his pointer finger against Dream's skin, picking it up and tracing his nail in tiny lines, threatening to do more if Dream didn't cooperate. Dream whined, tummy jumping at the scratches, and he threw an arm over his face again.

"Okay, it… it's perrito…" Dream mumbled shyly, hoping George could even hear it. He was lucky the older boy took pity on him.

"Good job! See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" George teased with a single scratch of a claw hand against Dream's bare tummy before he pulled his hand out, making Dream squeak and curl up before falling back and covering his face with both arms now.

"Ah– it was!" Dream complained, and George simply giggled, and suddenly there were two hands digging into his exposed underarms, making him shriek and slam his arms down against his sides. "GEORGE!" He yelled, crossing his arms and rubbing the leftover tingles from the sudden attack out of his own underarms. George laughed at him again, before suddenly placing his hands on Dream's hips to brace himself, and then jumping over to straddle his thighs. "Oh God, George, why?"

"For the next part. Now I'm gonna say some phrases, and you're gonna repeat them. Okay?"

"What kind of phrases?" Dream asked, furrowing his eyebrows and placing his hands on George's knees.

"Whatever phrases I want? Duh," George explained like it was obvious, pulling out his phone and typing something in. Dream tried to lean up to look at what he was doing, propping himself up on his elbows, but George just dug his first two fingers on his free hand into the middle of Dream's ribs instead. He fell back onto the bed with a loud squeal, slamming his arm against his side and rubbing his elbow into the spot where he was so brutally assaulted.

"I was just trying to see–!"

"Shush. I'm trying to find something."

"Are you gonna use Google transla–?"

"Shhh! Callate, Sueño!" George scolded, going back to his previous sporadic poking all over Dream's tummy and making the younger boy fall back into sweet, fluttery giggles and the task of attempting to catch George's hands to no avail. Dream had no idea how George kept moving so god damn quick to avoid his grasp, but he was pissed about it. Normally he could grab George's hands and overpower him with no issues, and now that he couldn't, he felt that much more helpless.

"Geohohohorge! Staha– stahahahap!" Dream whined, throwing his head back against the bed and shaking it wildly, his hair falling around him once again.

"No, you're being uncooperative."

"Yohohou–! Yohou haven't evehen gihihivehen mehe anythihihihing yehehehet!" Dream whined, settling for wrapping his own arms around his torso in hopes of deterring George. His plan worked, but only long enough for George to finish typing whatever it is he needed and set his phone on the bed beside him, by his own leg so Dream couldn't see the screen. After that, he just pulled Dream's arms away and threw them to the sides, attaching his hands to Dream's ribs and digging in all up and down his ribcage. Dream grabbed his wrists this time, but all his strength had been completely zapped out of his body from all the tickling he had already endured, so he couldn't do much except try and fail to pull George's fingers away. "Nohohoho, plehehehease!"

"I want you to repeat after me. Jorge es–" George began, keeping his tickling up as he leaned down slightly to read off his phone. "Jorge es muy genial y sorprendente."

"Wh-whahahahat?!" Dream asked in disbelief, still trying to dislodge George's hands. George decided to cut him a break, knowing it would be genuinely unfair to make Dream try to repeat things he'd never heard of before while he couldn't talk as well, and he moved his hands back down to his sides, pinching up and down them to make him squeal and wiggling his fingers firmly into his hoodie, keeping him giggling and breathless. "Whahahat the hell dohoes thahahat mehehehean?"

"Just say it, don't ask questions. Or I'll go for your tummy again."

"Nohoho!" Dream squealed, covering his tummy with his hands and holding the bottom hem of his hoodie to pull it down more. "Nonono, noho, okahahay… Uh… Cahahan– can yohou sahay it agahahain?"

"Mhm, Jorge es muy genial y sorprendente," George repeated, and Dream nodded, seeming to take it in.

"Um… okahay, uh… Jorge ehehes… muhuy– uh…" Dream began, looking to George in hopes that he'd prompt him with the rest again.

"Muy genial," George helped, and Dream nodded again.

"Muy ge– geheniahahal, y…"

"Sorprendente." George moved down his sides, ending up right above his hip bones and keeping his wiggling fingers there as Dream finished, giggling softly at the way his squirming picked up, his stomach tensed, and his words became more laced with whiny giggles.

"So–sohohor… prehendentehehe?" Dream finished, hoping he got the last word right. George smiled at him, patting his sides lightly again, before continuing his tickles above his hips.

"Sí! Good job, Sueño, muy bien!" George encouraged, and Dream couldn't help but smile at the praise. He had to admit it did feel kind of good to practice, and to know he wasn't doing too horribly at what he was doing, even if his pronunciation was already awful even without the tickling clouding it further.

"Whahat dihid it mehehean, thohough?" Dream asked, and George just shook his head.

"Doesn't matter." George gently, agonizingly slowly, pushed up the bottom of Dream's hoodie a mere few inches, exposing the waistband of his shorts and the small peak of his boxers that showed over the top, as well as the strip of bare skin the action revealed– the line between his hips, right under his belly button, the jutting bones of his hips, and the space right above them. Dream whined immediately when he felt the cool air of the hotel room that he once appreciated touch his bare skin, reaching up to hide his face again as his hips squirmed instinctively against the exposed feeling. George gently placed his hands on Dream's hips, curling his pointer finger and thumb around the bones to pinch the skin and dig his thumbs in, but he didn't move yet. He just waited there, ready to strike, just to freak Dream out. "Now say, uh…" He thought for a moment, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head back before suddenly it came to him. "Say 'Jorge es muy guapo'."

"Dohohoesn't– doesn't guahapo mehehean handsohome?" Dream asked, anticipation already getting to him as he giggled uncontrollably still, but pointedly refused to look at George. His head stayed straight back, eyes staring up at the ceiling fan above them like it was the most interesting thing in the world, hands nervously grabbing the blanket below him.

"Sí," George confirmed, nodding even though he knew Dream wasn't looking. "Muy bien, Sueño. Now speak."

"Okahahay, okay, um… Jorgehehe ehes– es muhuy guapohoho–"

"Sí, sí, lo sé!" George replied smugly, making Dream laugh even harder than he already was. "Now say–"

"Thehehere's mohohore?!"

"Yes! Just two more things, okay? Then I'm done. You've been doing really, really well, Dream, I don't know why you were so nervous about this."

"Ihihit's juhust embaharrassihihing for mehehe to– to doho ihit in front of sohomeone ehehelse…"

"Well, that sucks, because now I'm gonna tickle you every time I want to hear you speak Spanish, so… that's gonna suck for you, huh, poor little Sueño?" George teased, sticking out his bottom lip near the end, as he squeezed the spot he was pinching once, digging his thumb into the sweet spot of Dream's that he knew all too well, just to hear him squeal and giggle and watch him squirm.

"Nohoho, no!" Dream whined, and George giggled, pausing his tickling to readjust. He shifted upwards slightly, now straddling Dream's upper thighs near his hips, his knees ending up boxing them in to make it harder for him to squirm away. Ironically, this made Dream squirm immediately, the anticipation still building up as he waited for whatever the next attack would be.

George then picked up his phone and went to type something into Google translate again, but it only took him a few seconds this time, so Dream assumed it was only one word that he didn't know this time. He looked at the phone in confusion, and Dream giggled at his expression, making George turn to him and give him a dirty look.

"What's so funny up there, giggles?"

"No-nothing! You just looked confused at whatever you're typing and it's a little funny!"

"I think I have to listen to the pronunciation for it, so stay quiet, you," George said as he brought the phone up to his ear, and Dream would've been fine with that, until George decided that was a really great time to use his free hand to dig his thumb back into the spot above his hip. He burst out into laughter immediately, trying to twist to stop him, using both hands to try and cover the spot or pull George away, but George's hand only latched on further. "I just told you to be quiet!"

"I cahahahan't! I cahan't hehehelp ihihit!" Dream tried to explain, but George just cut him off by squeezing more, still holding the phone up to his ear. He suddenly switched from squeezing to scratching the spot below his belly button, pushing his hoodie up further just to fluster him more, and Dream laughed even louder. "Nahaha, plehehehease! Nohohohot thahahahat, George, plehehease–"

"Shut up!" George giggled, throwing his tickling hand up to slap it over Dream's mouth to keep him quiet, holding his head down against the mattress. Dream continued giggling even against George's hand, although he was muffled now, as he squeezed his eyes shut and held onto George's wrist softly with one hand.

George finished listening to what he needed to listen to before turning his phone off and tossing it back onto the bed, using his newly free hand to scratch at Dream's tummy again, scratching up and down the sides of his tummy and all around his belly button, catching the edges every so often. Dream's eyes shot open again, looking over at George pleadingly, as he broke into desperate, high pitched, muffled laughter behind George's hand.

"Mm!" Dream whined in an attempt to get George's attention, which actually worked, and George smiled at him softly.

"You ready to keep talking?"

"Mhm!"

"Okay, perfect. Perfecto!" George said as he pulled both his hands away, resting them gently on Dream's sides as he let the other boy catch his breath and settle himself. "I want you to say, 'sueño es muy, muy, cosquilloso'."

"Whahahat– what does that even mehean?"

"Don't worry about it. Just say it."

"I dohohon't wanna, I'm nervohohous…"

"You don't wanna?"

"Mm-mm…"

"Okay!" George said simply, before leaning down and blowing the biggest raspberry he could manage right on Dream's tummy, barely an inch to the left of his belly button. Dream screamed, burying into loud laughter, shaking his head desperately and frantically as his hands made their way to the back of George's head. "Wanna say it now?"

"YEHEHES, yehehehehes!"

"Are you sure? Because I can always just–" George blew another raspberry, on the opposite side of his belly button this time, and Dream curled up as much as he could, falling to the side as he did so.

"OKAHAHAY, OKAY, I'll sahahahahay ihihihihit! Juhuhust– plehehehehease dohohon't dohoho– NOHO DOHOHON'T DOHOHO IHIT AGAIAHAHAHAIN!" Dream flipped as George took in a breath and leaned down again, faking him out and bursting out laughing as he heard Dream's reaction. He placed a gentle kiss above his belly button, the spot he would've given the raspberry, before pulling back up, making Dream's hands fall from.the back of his head down to cover his tummy protectively. "Stohop laughing, it's not fuhunny!"

"Oh my god, Dream, that was so precious."

"Whatever, shut up! Just– just say the– say the thing again, please, Georgie," Dream asked, and George could tell he was getting embarrassed and nervous again, so he took some pity on him again.

"Sueño es muy, muy cosquilloso," George repeated, smiling down at Dream. He placed one hand over Dream's on his stomach, gently sliding them up to his sternum and leaving his hand there for comfort. His other palm touched down on Dream's tummy, rubbing gently to help soothe him, like he had earlier.

"Okahay– um… S-Sueño es– Jesus christ, I hate this– sueño es muy… muy co– cos-qui-lloso?" Dream repeated, stumbling over the new word, sounding it out as he spoke and phrasing it as a question in case it was wrong. George smiled, patting his stomach and squeezing his hands softly.

"That's perfect, Dream, very good!"

"Can you tell me what it means now?"

"Nope. One more thing."

"Oh god, George, please be nice, please, haven't I suffered enough?" Dream begged pathetically, practically melting into the blanket below him as he spoke.

"It's okay! You'll like this one, you know how to do it already," George smiled, his own cheeks turning slightly pink as he pulled Dream's hands apart, holding his pointer fingers in each of his hands and swinging them gently in the air. "Say you love me in Spanish."

Dream absolutely lit up at this request, and George found it impossible to keep the ecstatic, bashful smile off his face as well, the one he always got when he was around Dream.

"Te amo!" Dream exclaimed, zero hesitation in his words, and if he stumbled over them unintentionally. "Te amo, Georgie, te- te quiero mucho!"

"Okay, shut up now, that's all I had for you to do," George said, obviously flustered at how quickly Dream jumped to complete that phrase. He went to slide off Dream's legs, but Dream's hands landed on his thighs, making him pause his movements.

"No! You asked me to say it, you can't be all embarrassed about it now!"

"Shut up, Dream!"

"But I do love you!"

"Alright, that's it," George suddenly leaned down and blew another onslaught of raspberries onto Dream's tummy, over the sides of his tummy as well as above and below his belly button again. He held Dream's sides as he did so, keeping his torso in place, and Dream immediately screamed out in laughter.

"NOHOHO, GEOHORGE!" Dream whined, curling up as much as he could, throwing one arm over George's shoulders and using his other hand to hold onto the back of his head. George slipped his hands down, ending up at his hip bones once again. He curled his fingers back around his squirming hips, holding him even more firmly in place and making him giggle nervously between the raspberries. "No, no, nohoho, no– NAHAHAHA!" Dream babbled uselessly, cut off by loud, boisterous laughter as both the raspberries and the thumbs pinching at the spots above his hips came back at the same time, making him arch his back up as much as he could, shake his head desperately, frantically, and smack the sheets below him before going back to holding George's head.

"Are you ready to be finished now?"

"YEHEHEHES, YES, PLEHASE, YES, PLEHEHEHEASE," Dream begged, sucking in another breath before falling into useless laughter again.

"Say it in Spanish then, idiot," George instructed, just to be cruel, as he switched his movements up for the final tactic. He blew a raspberry right under Dream's belly button, and dug his thumbs on the spot next to his hip bones instead of above them, right inside where they dipped back down above the waistband of his boxers. Dream yelped before dissolving into helpless laughter, going high pitched and somewhat silent before he could take in another breath. He melted further into the mattress, all strength lost at that point, and his eyes stayed squeezed shut as his head shook sluggishly against the comforter. "Well? Should I stop?"

"SI, SI, SIHIHIHI, PLEHEHE– FUHUHUCK, POHOR FAVOHOR, POR FAVOHOHOR, GEOHORGE, PLEHEHEASE–!" Dream firmly begged, a mix of English and Spanish coming out in his desperation, and George laughed and pressed his forehead against Dream's tummy before leaning back up entirely. He rubbed Dream's skin again with his palm, soothing away the ghost tickles as Dream caught his breath.

"You okay?" George asked after a few minutes of relaxation, and Dream slowly blinked his eyes open and looked up at him.

"Mhm. Yeah. I'm good," Dream replied, voice soft and fond, and George could tell he was happy. He still felt the need to apologize, though.

"I know that was kind of mean, I hope I didn't push you or anything. I just want you to feel comfortable… Lo siento."

"Mm-mm," Dream replied, shaking his head. "It's okay. Está bien."

"Está bien?"

"Mhm, yeah. It was… pretty fun, honestly. And it was nice to practice. You were right, I really do need to practice more," Dream conceded as he arched his back to stretch again, then propped himself up on his elbows and rolled his head to either side, then pushed himself up into a normal sitting position, looking up at George with lovestruck eyes where he was still perched on his lap. George slid down Dream's thighs slightly to give him more space, making sure they were both comfortable, before returning the loving eye contact. "Can you tell me what you made me say now, though?"

"Oh! Yes, of course. I made you say 'George is very cool and amazing', then 'George is very handsome', and then 'Dream is very, very ticklish', all of which are very true!" George bragged, laughing cruelly as the way Dream's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

"Oh, god, no, Georgiiiiiie…" Dream whined, wrapping his arms around George's waist and burying his face against his chest, pulling him in close. George laughed again, his back arching slightly from the force of Dream's hug, before he hugged back, arms around Dream's shoulders and chin on his head.

"It's okay! You don't have to say anything anymore, and we both know that's all true because you openly said it! That's pretty cool, don't you think, Sueño?" Dream giggled a bit in response, before suddenly getting an idea. He tightened his grip on George and spun as quickly as he could, flipping them over, and finishing with George laying flat on the bed, his legs pinned on either side of Dream's as he loomed above him. "Wh– DREAM?!" George yelled in confusion, trying to squirm away, but the way he was pinned kept him from being able to get any leverage to properly move.

"Yeah, Georgie, that is pretty funny, but y'know something funnier?" Dream spoke softly, and with the way he was looking over George, it felt like he was pressed right up against his ear, even though he wasn't.

"N-no…" George replied nervously, raising his hands up to press against Dream's chest, either to try to push him off or make sure he didn't lean down any further.

"What's funnier is that I want you to say the same thing now. I want you to say that you're ticklish, I want you to say 'Jorge es muy, MUY co– co- uh… coquills… um…" Dream started off sounding intimidating, but it fell flat when he couldn't remember how to pronounce the word for 'ticklish' in Spanish. George chuckled at him, biting his lip and staring up at him as Dream looked back, putting on his best puppy eyes. "Help?"

"Cosquilloso, Dreamie," George supplied for him, smiling up at him.

"Yeah, cos-cosquilloso. 'Jorge es muy, muy cosquilloso', that's what I want you to say. To be even."

"To be even?"

"Mhm! Because– um, because…" Dream looked around, grabbing George's phone and going to Google translate himself. He typed something in, giggling to himself softly as he made eye contact with George again, leaning down to his ear before speaking in a low voice, words slow so he could put effort into pronouncing everything correctly. "Yo quiero hacerte cosquillas."

"What does that mean, then?"

"I want to tickle you."

Dream didn't give him much time to process his words before digging his fingers into George's ribs, filling the hotel room with a new wave of boisterous laughter, and a new batch of broken attempts at speaking Spanish. George was significantly better at the language than Dream was, and even through his laughter his pronunciation was shockingly good for an amateur, however it took him a lot more breaking down and convincing for him to repeat that sentence due to him actually knowing what it meant.

But, when Dream had one hand holding up the back of George's thigh, his mouth latched onto it to blow equally as evil raspberries onto the inside of it as George had given to his tummy, and he reached the other hand forward to curl around George's ribs and dig into the especially sensitive spot on the back of them… he gave in pretty quickly. After that, a pretty quick rattling off of 'OKAHAHAY, OKAHAY, OKAY, SOHOHOY MUY, MUHUY COHOHOSQUILLOSOHOHO, PLEHEHEASE, STOHOHOP' got him some mercy, and the two were, in Dream's eyes, pretty even after that.

At least, until the next time they needed to practice their Spanish speaking.

#lee!dream #ler!george #fav #bc i really really like this one #cals writing

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covenofwives · 2 months

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Hey fellas. It's me. Completely forgot to mention, I should have done this ages ago. the beds that were described in the cloud palace in the fic I Know You were inspired by pictures @mushiewrites sent me a while ago

This one is HD's

And this one is George's

I want to draw them later cause i have them slightly different in the story and George's has to be resized in the future but this was the inspo

#also the cloud palace was inspired by barbie's cloud kingdom #don't even @ me rn you look at that thing and tell me it's not beautiful #you can't and if you do you're LYING to yourself

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kasey-writes-stuff · 6 months

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I wasn’t gonna post this was just gonna keep it for pretty boy’s eyes only but he’s asked me to post it so <3 hehe it’s not much just got hit with inspiration and motivation to write him a lil something for his birthday.. @mushiewrites

Dream clenched and unclenched his fists where they rested above his head. His cheeks were already light pink from pure anticipation just with George sitting on his thighs. George was grinning ear to ear where he sat.

“Are you ready Dream?”

Dream gulps softly and nods.

“Y-yea I’m ready.”

George nods smirking softly as he leans down and starts pressing gentle kisses to dreams upper tummy.

“Here we go! 1.. 2.. 3… 4..”

Dream squeaked bursting into giggles and clasping his hands together behind his head.

“EEK! Nhahaha eheheehe gehehehohorrrgehehe!”

George smiles mumbling into dreams tummy as he starts kissing the left side of it.

“If you make me lose count I’m gonna have to start all over idiot! 5..6..7..8…”

Dream shakes his head giggling his arms shaking his cheeks bright pink.

“Nahahah nehehe yooouuu cahahahnnnttt!”

George smirks softly at him moving to kiss the right side of it.

“Well it’s simple then just don’t make me lose count and I won’t have to start all over got it? 9..10..11..12.”

Dream nods squealing when George hits a particularly sensitive spot, his arms coming down just slightly for a moment but he quickly puts them back up grabbing the head board softly.

“EEP! Nehehhe thahahttt whahsss nohottt fahahaihirrr!”

George shrugs as he starts kissing his lower tummy.

“Fair schmair but either way I’m the one in charge here and I decided I wanna kiss every inch of your tummy so that’s what I’m gonna do! 13..14..15..16.”

Dream squeaks and bucks his tummy arching up into George’s lips involuntarily as his giggles turn to giggly laughter just a bit.

“EEK! NAHhahahaha HAHAHA nohoho NOHOTT thehrrrhehehe!”

George rolls his eyes as he places his lips just above dreams tummy button.

“We’ve been over this idiot I wanna kiss every inch of your tummy and that includes your lower tummy plus you’re literally pushing your tummy closer to my lips which means you really love it there! 17..18.”

Dream squeaks again his tummy arching again as his slight giggly laughter breaks into full blown giggly laughter his cheeks light red as he shakes his head in denial.

“EEK IHI dohoho nohHOHOTTT ihi CAHANNTT hehehllpPPP IHITT!”

George rolls his eyes unable to hold back a fond smile as his lips move to the right of dreams button.

“Yea yea I know you can’t but it’s not like even if you could help it that you would so shut up 19..20.”

Dream squeals this time as his grip on the head board tightens as he fervently shakes his head in denial.

“EEP NAHAHHA yoouu sHUHUTTT uhuhuppp IHIHI Tohotthahallyyy WWOOUHULLDD ihihifff IHI Couhuhlddd!”

George scoffs as he moves to the left of dreams button.

“Yes you’re saying that with your lips but your eyes and your blush tell a different story dreamie 21..22.”

Dream silently curses himself for his eyes giving so much away and for blushing so easily.

“NOHOHO thahattsss SOHO nohottt TTRUHUHEHE yoourrhehhee CCLLEHEHARRLYYYY sehehhihinggg WROHONGG cahuhusshehehe YOURHEHE SOHO ohohlddd!”

George tsks shaking his head blowing out a puff of air.

“Oh dream you’re such an idiot you should not have done that 23..24.”

Dreams eyes widen butterflies swirling his stomach as a million thoughts cross his mind wondering what George might do.

“NEHEH whahattt LIHIHIKKEHHE ihihimmm scHAHAREEHEHEDDD ohofff YOOOUUU plehehhahahssshehehe!”

George takes a deep breathe before moving his lips to right on dreams button.

“Just keep digging yourself a bigger hole Dream yea keep taunting me into doing worse and wait and see what’s gonna happen 25..”

Dream shrieks bursting into laughter his tummy arching the most into george's lips yet. Okay look kisses usually aren’t this bad for him but having so many and it being combined with the counting and George telling him he had to keep his arms up or else he’d start all over every time they fell down it all combined to make the poor puppy feel hyper sensitive to them.

“AEEH NAHAHHAA GEHEHEHEHOHOHORRRGGHEHE IHIHI CAHHAHNNNTTT!”

George snickers and pulls away.

“Relax you big baby I’m done.”

Dream starts to sigh a breathe of relief giggling residually but he’s cut off by George.

“Oho thahnkk-“

George clicks his tongue grabbing a toothbrush and flipping it on.

“With the kisses!”

Dreams eyes widen and he immediately starts pleading his hands flying down and trying to grab the toothbrush from George.

“Nonono please please georgie I can’t you know I- I- if the kisses did me that badly then that will literally kill me!”

George chuckles and shrugs, before placing it in dreams button.

“You should’ve thought about that before lying to me and sassing me, now lay here and take this for the next 25 seconds!”

Dream let out a small scream his body reaching a new height he didn’t know he was capable of nearly knocking George off in the process.

“AAH HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA NAHHAHAHAHAHHAA HOOHOHOLLLYYY COHOHOWWWW!”

George cant help the love struck smile as he watches Dream, his eyes shut tight, his cheeks red as a cherry, his ears pink as bubble gum.

“Mhm bet you’ll think next time before you speak won't you idiot?”

Dream nods tears beginning to prick at his eyes he’s just about at the edge of his safeword as he feels the toothbrush push in father.

“AHAHAHAHA IHIHI WIHIHILLL IHIHI WIHILLL IHIHI PROHOHOMMMIHISSHEHE PLEHEHAASHEHEH GEHEHOHORRRGGEHEHEE!”

George sighs softly a fond smile on his face as he mentally counts down the last few seconds before turning the brush off quickly pulling it out and sliding off the taller man.

“Alright alright it’s all over you’re okay now.”

Dream immediately curls up clutching his stomach as he giggles residually.

“Ohoho mihiyyy gohohsshhh”

George quickly goes and grabs a water from the kitchen returning moments later and carefully handing it to Dream.

“Here drink this.”

Dream slowly sits up taking the bottle his giggles subsiding a bit and opens it drinking a few small sips before placing it on the night stand beside him and laying back down making grabby hands.

“Thahahnkkk yoouu can I have cuddles now?”

George rolls his eyes fondly as he lays down behind the taller one arm wrapping comfortably around his torso as the other falls in his hair gently playing with it.

“You’re such an idiot.”

Dream nods smiling and sighing contently.

“Yea but at least I’m your idiot.”

The end

#Kasey writes stuff #lee!dream #ler!george

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fluffallamaful · 2 years

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concept:

inspired by a conversation with @mushiewrites and @emmadoodlewrites , which was inspired by @covenofwives ‘s characterisation of Sapnap4K

but that trope where the lee is embarrassed and in denial about enjoying tickles, and so the ler absolutely showers them in compliments and points out that they are having the time of their life

EXCEPT, that it’s the complete opposite. and it’s the lee complimenting a ler who’s in denial about enjoying giving tickles, and pointing out that they are absolutely adoring the lee’s reactions

like pointing out that the ler keeps going back to a spot that makes them squeak, or praising them for finding a death spot, or teasing them for smiling — or better yet laughing — along with the lee

#llamas concepts #and my brain is completely thinking lee 4K ler XD 😅#like just can’t shake #or actually lee dream in a giggly cute mood with ler stubborn gogy #::::(((((

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wishitweresummer · 6 months

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Text Me Back (Dream x GeorgeNotFound)

Word count: 710

I had sudden inspiration and wrote this for @mushiewrites ‘s birthday!!! (Thats my best friend 🥹)

Warning: Intense tickles, restraint, duct tape over mouth. George is tickled and has absolutely no way to stop it or even really signal for it to stop. If that makes you uncomfortable, please dont read!

“Nonono!! Hey!! Sapnap fuck off!!!”, George cried out, panicked at the younger’s quick movements.

“Stop squirming, you little idiot.”.

George fought and kicked and punched, but…Sapnap was stronger. Soon, his wrists were locked together in handcuffs and a big piece of duct tape was put across his mouth. His little tummy fluttered with nervous butterflies as he was heaved over Sapnap’s shoulder and carried to Dream’s room. He tried to scream into the duct tape, but it was muffled.

He was dropped onto Dream’s empty bed like a sack of potatoes. He squirmed around to glare at Sapnap, but instead his eyes went wide with fear. Sapnap smirked and turned away; typing something into George’s phone.

Then, he was left alone.

~•~

Dream burst into the room, giggling happily. He closed the door behind him and approached the bed with a mixed look of fondness and excitement.

‘Oh god…’

George let out a muffled whimper. Dream climbed onto the bed and grabbed the chain of George’s cuffs. They were cuffed together in front of him so it was easy for Dream to lift them up and press them to the bed above his head.

“I can’t believe you did this for me! This is going to be so fun Georgie!”.

He tried to protest through his tape, but it was hopeless. A muffled squeal sounded as Dream started to tickle up his side. The position left him desperately helpless.

George had never been tickled while unable to beg for it to stop before and he saw his life flash before his eyes. Dream’s big hands on his ticklish body. No way to tell him to stop. There was no way out of this. His eyes teared up right away as the tickles became amplified by his fear. Dream coo’ed at the sight.

“You’re so cute.”.

That evil hand moved up and danced across his sensitive ribcage and George could only throw his head back and let out a muffled scream. Oh he was fucked here. He couldn’t help the pleas trying to crawl from his throat, but they were muffled into comprehension anyway.

George’s entire body convulsed with the ticklish electricity shooting through it. Dream’s fingers played with each and every rib, making him shake with muffled laughter.

“This is the best day ever.”. There were practically hearts in Dream’s eyes. “Do you want me to get your armpits? Oh? You don’t have an opinion on that? Alright!”. George absolutely did have very strong opinions on his worst spot being targeted…but they went unheard. He wailed into his tape. His arms were stretched up and he was so so helpless to Dream’s fingers moving the sleeve of his t-shirt down and teasing against the ticklish skin. He bucked and kicked and squirmed and screamed, but that didn’t stop the attack.

‘This is how I die.’’

Dream only giggled sweetly. His fingertips brushed all over the over-sensitive pit before digging into the muscle and making George thrash so hard he nearly got free.

“Wow Georgie! So ticklish, huh?”.

In retaliation, he knee’ed Dream in the back. Dream froze.

‘Shit shit shit shit.’

“Naughty…”, Dream smiled darkly and grabbed George’s thigh, pressing it to the bed and tickling it brutally. George’s screams of apology were garbled by the tape covering his mouth.

That big hand nearly wrapped around his thigh, squeezing perfectly into the muscles there to make him feel like he would explode. His muffled laughter rose in pitch.

‘That tickles!! That tickles oh my god that tickles!!’

Soon, the hand would crawl up to attack the ticklish bones of his hips and George was sent into a new muffled frenzy.

George could feel his mind slip away under the ticklish torture. Dream eventually shook off his mean act to coo at the pretty tears dripping from George’s eyes.

“I’m so happy Georgie. Thank you so much for doing this! I don’t know how to stop! I just want to tickle tickle tickle you forever!!!”. The poor boy could only squirm and laugh into his tape…all begging was useless here.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sapnap’s text to Dream from George’s phone:

Hi! Okieeee…so I’m going to handcuff myself and go lay in your bed. Can you come tickle me out of my mind? Pweaaase? 🥹🥹🥹

#we all know he loves it don’t worry #lee!georgenotfound #ler!dream #dnf tickle #georgenotfound tickle #go wish mushie happy birthdayyyy

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wishitweresummer · 1 year

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Fun with Make-Up (Dream x GeorgeNotFound)

Concept inspired by @mushiewrites <333

“Stay still.”. Dream huffed for the fifth time. George furrowing his brows and turning his head at the annoying feeling. Dream was straddled on George’s waist and trying to do his makeup. Emphasis on trying. They had been at this for a while, but the smaller boy still only had a face layer down, far too squirmy for Dream to get through his next step. George agreed to this, but still he wouldn’t stay still. Dream wasn’t entirely sure why. At the moment he was only trying to brush through George’s eyebrows with a clean little mascara wand.

He wouldn’t have to wait too long to find out, though. George groaned and grabbed Dream’s wrists, flipping them before he could resist. Dream dropped the small makeup wand he was holding in surprise.

“George?”, Dream didn’t fight back. George plucked up the small wand and traced the inside of Dream’s ear with it. Instantly he gasped and shoved his hand away. “That tickles!”, Dream whined and rubbed his ear. ‘Oh…’, he thought dumbly.

George only smirked as he scooched down and lifted Dream’s shirt.

“Now stay still, I’m going to do your makeup.”. Dream flushed and tried to tug it back down.

“George no!”, he cried as his hands were batted away. He squealed as George grabbed his bare waist and poked the little mascara wand into his bellybutton. He shoved him away, already thrown into a fit of giggles.

George got that dangerous playful glint in his eyes.

“Stay still!”, he scolded. He grabbed Dream’s arm and slipped his other hand under his shirt, snaking it up fast until Dream suddenly felt the evil little mascara brush in his sensitive bare underarm. He nearly shrieked. His buck was enough to toss George to the side, but he quickly scrambled back on top.

“Stop I’m trying to do your makeup!!!”

“No!! You’re being…an idiot!!”, Dream tried to snap, but he was already lost in a world of small wheezes and frantic giggles. Dream fought George’s hands lightly, both of them giggling in the playfulness. George got a hold of both of Dream’s wrists and felt a rush of power.

“Do you think your feet need some makeup?”.

George crossed the line with that threat. In an instant he found himself on his back with both wrists pressed together above his head, quick enough only a single squeak left his lips before he knew what was happening.

Dream was much stronger than him. You think he would learn his lesson than to tease him too much. He never seemed to learn though…

Soon the Dream Team house was shaking with George’s insane cackling. He should have just accepted the light and manageable tickles the make-up application was giving him earlier, because this he might not survive.

#wishitweresummer #mcyt tickle #fun little ficlet #oooh look I did soft tickles #kind of #mushieeee #lee!dream #ler!georgenotfound #dream tickle #summers ficlet #if anyoneee likes this concept and wants to play around with it feel free #dnf

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aninklingof · 8 months

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Hello I neeeed to know the @mushiewrites inspired one <33

From this

Right so the story behind this one was that I wanted to make a fic in which Dream gets his belly button tickled in a similar fashion as to how I’ve teased @mushiewrites in our discord dms.

Turns out the part 2 is just the last paragraph of the part one so there’s only one part, apologies

Most of the fic itself was meant to be a setting up the scenario as to why Dream was getting such intense tickles, so it’s mostly angst and comfort regarding prison Dream post-escape and poor conflicted Sapnap.

Anyway ramble aside, I hope you enjoyed!

#sean’s stupid brain #seans sad ask box #wishitweresummer #mushiewrites #thanks for the ask #wip game #ask game #lee!dream #ler!sapnap

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awkwardtickleetoo · 2 years

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Shaking the Jitters Out

this fic is entirely dedicated to @mushiewrites ;)

idea from this post, and also special thanks to @fluffallamaful for your comments on the post that helped inspire this, and @twordishl (indirectly) for the double raspberry idea!! you guys are great :)

lee!dream, ler!sapnap, feat. ler!george, 2k words

enjoy!!

Dream was genuinely convinced his cheeks might crack and his chest might burst from how much he was smiling.

His arms wrapped tightly around George's waist, feeling George stand up on his toes and wrap his arms around Dream's shoulders. They swayed to either side for a few moments, George pushing forward into Dream's chest as he hugged him, making Dream push against George as well to find their center of gravity and rock back and forth from his left to his right leg. He slid his hands over George's back, pushing them further towards his sides and squeezing him so tight he expected George to protest in pain.

But he didn't. Instead he giggled softly, turning his head to the side, and pressed his cheek against Dream's collarbone where his head rested. Dream giggled as well, his heart fluttering as he let out all the giddiness in his body. He nuzzled into George's hair, craning his neck downward and breathing in the scent of his shampoo.

"I can't believe you're here," Dream murmured against George's skin, giggling again, unable to stop himself.

"I know," George agreed, voice barely above a whisper. "Me neither."

Dream's giggling continued as he and George pulled away, interrupted only by him sniffling. He hadn't even noticed the tears welling up in his eyes until he tried to look at George and noticed his vision was blurred and cloudy.

"Are you crying?" George asked with a chuckle of his own, looking up at Dream with a dumbfounded smile on his face. Dream's hands rested on George's shoulders as he looked down at him, and George raised his hands up to cup the sides of Dream's face, using his thumb to swipe away the few tears that had begun to fall.

"Sorry," Dream replied with another sniffle and laugh, reaching one of his own hands up to wipe at his own eyes. "I'm not– it's not, like, sad crying, I'm just a little overwhelmed."

"Mhm…" George hummed in agreement, pulling his hands back as Dream wiped away the last of his tears and recovered himself. He folded his arms against his chest and leaned back against the kitchen counter behind him, still beaming up at Dream as they heard the clinking of keys and the sound of the front door opening and immediately being slammed shut again.

"You better not have started the party without me, you fucks!" Sapnap yelled as his footsteps sounded through the hallway, approaching quickly toward the kitchen.

Dream attempted to yell back, opening his mouth with the intention of saying something along the lines of "we would never!" or "wouldn't dream of it!" or something, but suddenly there was a rush of weight on his back and his body was thrown forward, shoulder knocking into George and hip knocking against the counter.

"Oh, shit!" Dream yelled, quickly grabbing onto the sides of the counter to steady himself and keep from falling over. He felt legs wrap around his waist and arms around his shoulders, squeezing tightly around his body and clinging on like a koala. "Jesus Christ, wha-?!" Dream continued, voice booming with confusion as he finally caught his balance and stood up straight, stumbling back a few steps as he did so. The body on top of him– who he now recognized as Sapnap, if the classic Sapnap giggles in his ear were a good enough indication– slipped down just slightly, so he reached back to hold behind his knees and scoot him back up.

"This is insane," Sapnap finally spoke, giggles lacing his words, just as giddy as George and Dream were. "I'm so happy. You guys look so happy, I have so much energy right now, I just– I don't– I need to get it out, I don't even know how, I just–" Sapnap stumbled over his words, unsure of what to say to truly express his happiness. He pulls his arms away from Dream only to rest his hands on his shoulders, shaking them as well as he could and making both of their bodies bounce in the process. Dream gasped at the sudden movement, shifting his weight between his two legs to steady himself again and flicking his head to the side to dislodge the stray hair that had fallen in front of his face from all the movement.

"Well definitely don't do that again, not while I'm holding us both up," Dream mentioned, his smile returning to his face as George reached up and softly ran his fingers through the front of Dream's hair to adjust the strands he couldn't fix.

"Oh, yeah, I wouldn't want us to fall," Sapnap said, but Dream could tell there was something off about the way he spoke. Before he could even think to question it, Sapnap continued. "Guess I'd better do this instead!"

And without any kind of warning, suddenly a massive raspberry hit the side of Dream's neck.

He gasped, too caught off guard to stop himself from bursting into laughter, his shoulder instinctively shooting up to protect his neck as his hands tightened on Sapnap's thighs.

"HEHEHEY!" Dream laughed, turning his already scrunched head to the side. When Sapnap pulled away from his neck to laugh, Dream whipped his head back around to face him, staring at him in disbelief. "Whaha–" His eyes shot over to George a second later, when he realized he was also laughing, eyes widening at them both before he continued. "What the hell was that for?!"

"I'm all jittery! I'm just gettin' all our jitters out!" Sapnap explained unhelpfully, before taking another deep breath in. Dream gasped, immediately curling up again, shooting the same shoulder up to his neck and scrunching up his nose.

"No, don't, don't, don't, do-ON'T NAHA–" Dream couldn't prepare himself for the feeling to be mirrored on the opposite side of his neck, and the yelp that left his mouth was frankly so embarrassing that he had to clamp his lips shut and squeeze his eyes closed. The immediate laughter from George and Sapnap did not help his embarrassment either, and he quickly felt the heat rising up his neck and onto his cheeks. Dream squirmed where he stood, trying to dispel the feeling without dropping Sapnap or falling over himself, giggling behind his closed lips and tapping his toes on the floor as he swayed from foot to foot. He slid one hand off Sapnap's leg in an attempt to reach up and cover his own flushed cheeks, but as soon as he let go, Sapnap's leg started sliding down his hip, and he quickly put his hand back to keep Sapnap from falling down– even though every bone in his body was yelling at him to just let Sapnap fall. "Sahapnap!"

"What?!" Sapnap asked, almost sounding annoyed by Dream trying to interrupt his fun. To prove a point, he leaned in and blew a smaller raspberry, relishing in the way Dream's entire body jumped and his hands struggled to keep holding on to Sapnap's legs.

"Stohohohop–!" He blew another small one right after, and giggled mischievously when he felt Dream curl up slightly and the shake in his knees become more noticeable.

"SAPNAP!" Dream practically squealed, shaking his head to try and get rid of the feeling. As he was trying to shake the feeling off, Sapnap reached upward to hold a hand underneath his chin to keep him in place, leaning forward and blowing a much longer raspberry right under Dream's ear. "OH GOHOHOD!" Dream laughed, voice high pitched and smile so wide it made George coo out loud.

"Look at his smile, Sapnap!" George exclaimed, reaching forward to poke at Dream's cheek.

"Geohorge!" Dream couldn't push his head down because of Sapnap's hand, so he settled on shaking his head until Sapnap moved, then promptly tilting his entire body forward and throwing off his own balance as his knees nearly gave out. He felt hands grab his arm, pushing him to stand back up straight.

"Oh god, be careful, don't fall, idiot!" He heard George say through all three of them laughing like little kids, but his brain couldn't process his words as Sapnap blew yet another raspberry, in the crook of his neck and shoulder.

"NO– hahaha! Oh, fuhuhuck!" Dream's giggles were constant at that point, and his body seemed to finally give up on him. He still had his eyes squeezed shut and his face was still pink, and his knees shook before they eventually gave out. He curled up at first, one hand finally slipping off Sapnap's leg to grab onto the side of the counter for stability, before George reached out both his arms and caught Dream as he slowly sank to his knees on the ground.

"Dreheam!" George giggled, both his hands holding onto the undersides of Dream's forearms where he'd grabbed him as Dream kept sliding down until Sapnap's feet were safely on the floor. Even though his feet touched the ground, the way Dream had curled up made it awkward for him to stand, and he ended up crashing to the floor next to Dream anyway.

"Dream, what the hell?!" Sapnap exclaimed before getting lost in his own laughter as he laid on the floor.

"Oh my god," George said through a steady stream of giggles. "Are you guys okay?"

"Noho!" Dream yelled, leaning forward and burying his face in George's stomach where he was essentially kneeling in front of him. He let his arms slip out of George's hold, one wrapping around George's waist and the other hand moving up to rub the remaining tingling off of his neck. "Thahat– that was so unnecessary!"

"Oh, come on, it was fun," Sapnap accused, and Dream just shook his head against George's stomach, making him chuckle and reach down to card through Dream's hair again.

"S'not fun! It's embarrassing!" Dream argued, pouting and whining like a child. "I can't believe you did it so early on, how am I ever supposed to live that down?"

"Aw, Dream," George cooed, ruffling his hair a little. "It wasn't that bad, I'm sure you'll be okay."

"You don't even know what it feels like!" Dream yelled, leaning back on his knees and staring up at George. The second they made eye contact, it looked like a lightbulb went off in Dream's head. "Sapnap."

"What?" Sapnap replied from the floor, picking his head up from where he'd been laying just in time for Dream to whip his head around to look at him.

"He doesn't know what it feels like."

George could sense something was about to go very, very wrong for him, so he attempted to walk away while the other two were distracted.

The only issue with that… was that at some point during the conversation Dream's hands had moved to his hips, and now those hands had a very tight grip on him, and that grip was not letting him leave any time soon.

"Oh my god," Sapnap whispered, as if he'd just had the biggest revelation of his life. "He doesn't know what it feels like," He echoed Dream's words, and George felt his heart skip a beat when they both looked up at him.

"Um… I feel like this is a 'you guys' moment, I don't think I really need to be here for this–" George started to turn his body to try to walk away again, but Dream's arm was around his waist faster than he could finish his sentence.

"Ohhhhh, no, pretty boy, you come over here and let us show you the ways of the house," Dream spoke as he pulled George closer to him, and suddenly George was being flung to the ground, landing directly in between the other two with an arm tight around his waist and a leg thrown over his hip so he couldn't escape.

"Wait, guys, no, this isn't fair, what are you doing? Don't do it, don't, no, no NO NONONO–AH!"

And that's the story of how the three of them ended up cuddling on their kitchen floor, half on top of each other, teaching George their most embarrassing and incriminating tricks during the first hour of him being in their house.

The whole 'living together in the Dream Team House' was about to get a lot more interesting.

#lee!dream #ler!sapnap #ler!george #not really but hes there and helping so im counting it #i need to make a new writing tag #and also update my masterpost #anyway here have fun #cals writing

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awkwardtickleetoo · 2 years

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No Out-Tickling the Tickle God

hello!! this is the fic I was talking about the other day inspired by this post!! by none other than the legend @mushiewrites (with additions from me, @fluffallamaful and @cayjuno as well of course)

tldr for anyone who hasn't read/seen the post, the hc is that dreamxd's cloak/cape kind of has a mind of its own and can move by itself, and if it senses danger (e.g. someone reaching over to tickle XD or something, just for an example) it will protect by wrapping around the assailant and trapping them in some way... and George just so happens to be the one in the crossfire

again shoutout to mushie for coming up with this awesome concept, couldn't have done this without you king <3

lee!george, ler!dreamxd, 2.9k words

enjoy!!

"Ugh, crap," George mumbled, brow furrowed and head tilted where he stood looking up into his closet. He glanced over at XD, who was sitting idly on George's bed, fiddling with the edge of his pillow. The two of them had gotten into the habit of sitting in silence in George's house, usually with a music disc playing faintly from the jukebox, each doing their own individual tasks and sometimes coming together for mutual ones.

So, there they were, in George's bedroom simply enjoying each other's presence, until George got bored and decided to rearrange a few decorations around his bedroom and living area. Nothing too drastic, he simply settled on moving a few picture frames and pillows around idly until he found an arrangement he liked most.

George was planning to hang a specific painting in a newly free spot on the wall, one that he knew he'd put in the closet the last time he rearranged his decorations with Foolish and Tina.

The only issue was that Foolish had been the one to put it away for him. And Foolish had put it on the top shelf… that George just barely couldn't reach.

He stood on his toes and tried to reach up to it, but it was pushed back too far on the shelf for him to grab it. His shoulders slumped as he stood flat again, running a hand through his hair and scrunching his nose up in discouragement.

"Hey, XD?" George spoke softly, gaining the attention of the God across the room from him, who looked up upon hearing their name.

"Yes?" XD spoke just as softly, the echo of their voice toned down from the calm environment. George looked away from XD and back at the shelf, reassessing his options. He stood up on his toes again, stretching his arm up as far as he could with a strained sound, but the tip of his middle finger barely grazed the corner before he dropped down again. He sighed in defeat, tilting his head back and looking over to XD once more.

"Can you grab that painting from the top shelf for me? I can't reach it," George asked, pointing at the painting he was talking about. XD smiled at George's attempts, their smile visible underneath the bottom of their mask as they nodded and stood up. Their cape fluttered in the breeze from the open window as they floated (George still wasn't used to the floating) over to the closet, tilting their chin up and then down to see what George was talking about. XD reached their upper set of arms up, adjusting the collar of their cape before touching their fingertip to the corner of the frame.

"This?" XD asked for confirmation. George nodded, eyes suddenly flicking from XD's face to the space where their cloak had fallen back with their arm movements. George tilted his head in thought, a realization hitting him.

XD's entire side was exposed. And their ribs, and underarms, by proxy.

And they weren't looking at him. They were busy fiddling with the painting.

He could just reach out and poke XD. And they would have no idea it was coming.

Surely if the roles were reversed, XD would do the same to him, right? George knows XD has made it abundantly clear that they're not above taking advantage of George in order to tickle him. They're not above taking advantage of how ticklish he is and how small he is in comparison, but come on, be fair, George is a human, XD is a god, and XD is, like, 9 feet tall! It is not George's fault that XD has the upper hand every single time, he can't help it that XD has super strength and can pin George down and grab him and throw him around like a rag doll and they can use their stupid magic, and sure George never really puts up a fight but he—

Anyway… George deserved to take a bit of revenge… right? He deserved to take advantage of this moment. He did!

"There's some stuff on top, hold on, I'll move it," XD mumbled after a beat of silence.

"Okay, be careful," George said, trying to seem nonchalant with his plan as he took a step closer. Wordlessly, XD pulled out the smaller frame on top of the one George was grabbing for, showing George a small, square picture of a blue bird with a white border. George hummed in thought, reaching a hand out and taking the smaller frame from XD, setting it aside on top of his dresser. "I'll find a place for it. Anything else?"

"Uh…" XD hummed as well, turning back to the shelf. They were distracted for a few seconds, and George smirked, knowing that was his time to strike. He took another step forward, close enough now that his elbow grazed the edge of XD's cape, and reached his arm up, his fingers heading right for the exposed skin under their arm.

Suddenly, just as he was about to make contact, his entire body jerked to the left with a force he had never felt before.

He let out a small yelp from the shock of the action, regaining his balance and righting himself where he stood. He attempted to reach out to rest his hand on the wall and steady himself, but he found it difficult– no, impossible?– to move his arms. He glanced up at XD, who had just looked back over at him, before he noticed that XD didn't have their cloak on anymore. He looked down at his immobile arms, letting out a gasp and another strained sound when he saw the familiar, dark forest green fabric wrapped around his arms, holding his wrists together and completely surrounding his hands.

"Wh–" George muttered, pulling at his arms again with no luck and letting out a shaky breath. It seemed that the more he struggled and pulled frantically at his hands, the more the cloak tightened its hold on him. He finally made eye contact with XD again, his face contorted into a confused and surprised expression, his eyes wide and eyebrows tight. "What the hell, XD?"

"What– what did you do?"

"What do you MEAN what did I do? You– your stupid cape just– like– attacked me!" George explained, gesturing around with his trapped arms.

"I'm sorry, I don't– I'm not sure why it would've done that, usually it only does that if it senses danger or something, but you're not dangerous…" XD explained, carefully pushing the items back onto the closet shelf so they wouldn't fall as he turned to fully face George. "Could you have done something else without realizing?"

"I-I don't know! I just– I went to poke your side and it just shot at me and grabbed me! Get it off me!" George explained, looking up at XD and blinking slowly when their expression changed from worried and confused to surprised and… wait, was that… a smile? "What's that look for? I don't like when you look at me like that…" George's shoulders sank slightly as XD stood up straighter, his arms pinching in closer to his body as he attempted to make himself seem smaller as a new bout of nerves flooded through him.

"Oh, Georgie… I think I know what happened now," XD's grin widened a bit more, baring their sharp, pointy teeth. The echo in their voice had come back, their tone and volume sinking lower as it did, just to make the butterflies sitting dormant in George's tummy erupt in a wave of flapping wings and fluttering bodies. "You tried to tickle me."

George was silent for a second, knowing he'd been caught red handed, but unable to stop his brain from trying to cover his tracks anyway.

"N-no, why– why would I do that? That's ridiculous," He tries to explain, pulling his elbows even tighter into his body and struggling to free himself again. XD's head tilted to the side condescendingly.

"No?" They practically purred, leaning down slightly closer to George, their voice rumbling through George's chest more the closer they were. "Don't lie."

"I'm not lying!" George continued to defend, taking a step backwards until his back hit the corner of the closet behind him. He gasped at the impact, whipping his head around to see the wall behind him before quickly turning back around. As soon as he turned back, he was face to face with XD's mask, mere inches from his face, causing him to jump slightly and curl in on himself more.

"Are we forgetting we admitted to it?" XD said, pursing their lips and speaking as if they were talking to a small child. George had, in fact, forgotten that part.

"Um…"

"I don't like liars, George."

"XD, wait–"

"You know what we do to liars, don't you?"

"You're making it sound like you're gonna kill me!" George yelped out with a small smile. XD couldn't help but smile, their smile quickly turning into giggles, which in turn made George giggle. Soon enough, they were both laughing at the absurdity of the situation, and XD shook their head at the thought.

"You're insufferable. Shut up, that's it," XD spoke through their wide smile before finally cutting to the chase and grabbing George's sides, squeezing up and down.

"NO!" George squeaked, his entire body flinching as he tried to fight against his own imminent laughter. He only lasted a few seconds, though, as XD switched to using their long nails to lightly claw at George's tummy. George burst out laughing, pressing back into the wall and curling up, squeezing his arms tightly to his torso and shaking his head. "XD– don't– ahahahaha!"

"Don't? You didn't seem to have any issues trying to do it to me," XD accused as he now used both hands to scratch at George's tummy and sides. George squealed again as XD's pointer finger found its way up to his ribs, and upon noticing the reaction, XD made sure it stayed there. George's body flinched again, almost against his own will, and his spine straightened as he tilted his head back against the wall he was pressed up against.

"Nohohoho–" George squeezed his eyes shut, resorting to pushing and hitting at XD's arms with his trapped hands. "XD-hehe plehehehease!"

"Aw, looks like someone can't take what they were so eager to dish out, huh, Georgie?" XD continued to tease George like their life depended on it as they scratched their nails over George's ribs.

"Shuhuhut uhuhup!" George protested, one foot kicking at the ground when XD reached a particularly sensitive spot on his side. "Stohohop– ahahaha- plehehehease, I–"

"Oh, don't even bother, you're being so dramatic, I'm barely even tickling you," XD teased, the playful tone of their voice making George shake his head more, the flush on his cheeks getting darker as he did.

"Ihihit's stihihill so bahahahad!"

"Oh no, is it?" XD pursed their lips again, bringing back their baby voice just to see George scrunch his nose up as he laughed at the tease. Despite how flustered he was, and the fact that the question was clearly rhetorical, George nodded anyway, and XD couldn't help but smile. They were almost distracted by how much they loved paying attention to George's reactions– the bright pink flush on his cheeks, the lines near his eyes from squeezing them shut, his scrunched up nose, and the way he squirmed whichever way he could while still attempting to push at XD with no luck– until they remembered what their goal was in any situation like this.

Tickle George until he cries. Or apologizes for being a menace. Whichever comes first.

"Aww, you poor thing," XD continued, quickly falling back into the swing of teasing George before he could notice their faltering. "Here, I know how to make it better."

"Nohoho, XDehehe dohont, noho– don't!" George pleaded, shaking his head more when he noticed XD slide down to rest on their knees. It took George a mere few seconds to realize what was happening, and suddenly he had a burst of strength that he knew he needed to use right that second otherwise he would be screwed. "Stohop, dohohon't, XD!" George felt four hands hold onto him then, two on his sides and two holding the outside of his thighs to keep him in place, and Geotge knew he was done for when he heard a sharp intake of breath. He squirmed as best as he could between the wall behind him and the large body of the God in front of him crowding him in, letting out a frustrated groan when he still, still, couldn't free his own hands from XD's stupid cloak! "NO! NOHOHO do NOT, do not, don't, please, XD– XD NAHAHA–!"

Against all of George's many protests, XD blew a raspberry on George's side, and if the smacking of fabric on the back of their head was any indication, it definitely got the reaction they wanted.

"Ohohoh my gohod…" George breathed out as he calmed down a little, the initial shockwave of tingly tickles flitting away.

Until he heard XD breathe in again.

"NO, NOHO DON'T DO IT AGAHAHAIN–" George protested, holding his breath as XD blew another on his other side. He held in his laughter for a few seconds before it busted out, his voice turning raspy and high pitched from the force of the laugh.

Finally, after longer than XD had expected to be fair, George's ability to hold his own weight up against the wall faltered, and he slid down the wall slowly, ending up sitting with his knees to his chest in front of where XD was kneeling.

XD took that as their cue to finish up, and he willed their cloak to remove itself from George's wrists, letting his arms free after what felt like years to George. The cloak then slid its way behind George, poking briefly at his sides to get him to arch his back so it could slide between him and the wall easier, before wrapping itself around his curled up shoulders like a warm blanket. XD giggled softly as George flexed his fingers in their newfound freedom, then they reached their hands down to gently rub the ghost tickles away from George's body.

"I hate you," George said suddenly, his tone very matter-of-fact. The blunt words made XD cackle in surprise.

"You know that's not true."

"It should be, after that. That was torture."

"George, you were literally going to do the same thing to me, like, a minute before I got you."

"That was way worse than anything I could've even thought of doing to you!"

"Alright, I will admit it was a little bit of an unfair fight, but that's a little dramatic, isnt it?"

"NO! It is not! You played dirty, you held me hostage with your stupid cape, which is apparently sentient now, and I had no chance of escaping!"

"You better watch it, the cape can still hear you, by the way,"

"Wh- AH!" George yelped as the cape suddenly drilled into the backs of his ribs, arching his back and slapping a hand over his mouth at the embarrassing noise he'd just let out. XD immediately burst out laughing, hands instinctively pulling George closer when he drove his head forward to hide his face in their shoulder.

"Aww, Georgie," XD cooed into George's ear, letting the cloak wrap further around George before wrapping both sets of their own arms around him as well, hugging him close as he calmed down.

"Shut up, idiot," George muttered, voice muffled from his position. They were both silent for a few moments before George spoke up again. "I am so getting you back for this."

"Oh yeah? How are you gonna do that?"

"Dunno yet… maybe I'll get the cape on my side next time and I'll get it to help me."

"Oh, will you now?" XD felt a nod against his neck. "Well, too bad the cape is connected to my brain. Otherwise you might have had a shot with that."

"Well… I'll just have to wait until you're in a lee mood, won't I?" George said as he slowly pulled away from their hug. XD looked almost taken aback, blinking down at George before asking,

"…What?"

"Well," George started, meeting XD's eyes. "It works through your subconscious, right?" A nod. "So I'll just have to wait until you subconsciously want tickles… then it'll work." XD was at a loss for words, heart sinking in their chest as they watched the corners of the cloak rise from George's shoulders. George's smile quickly turned sour, something sinister in his expression. "And judging by how nervous you just got… I'm guessing I might not have to wait that long."

"George, wait, we can talk about this–"

"I don't think the cloak has time to talk right now, DreamXD."

"No, no, this isn't fair, you can't use my own brain against me! George? George! This is not fair– GEORGE, NO!"

George's house was once again filled with boisterous laughter, the sound echoing through the rooms and bouncing off the walls. They may not have gotten all the decorations hung up that day, but it wasn't hard to tell that neither of them really minded at the end of the day.

#the ending of this was a little bit rushed but its okay!! i still think its cute #maybe I'll write an updated ending tomorrow if i dont like this one but i do like it right now so #its fine #ler!xd #lee!george #cals writing

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