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emmadoodlewrites · 10 months

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The Inverted Tickle Trap

I’m finally back with a full fic AAAAAA It’s still just a little short but I’m happy with it. Sorry if I’m a little rusty, it’s been a while! Hope you all enjoy, drabble requests are still open after this :)

Summary: Dream gets himself stuck upside down in his own trap. George and Sapnap find this quite entertaining.

Words: 1k

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Dream swung himself by his legs, his sword merely grazing his fingertips as it taunted him on the ground below. He was embarrassed, and even more so irritated at his negligence at setting up this trap, especially since he managed to get himself stuck in it. What was originally meant for George and Sapnap during training was now wrapped tightly around his ankle and dangling him mere feet from the ground.

He was held up by spiderwebs, which while normally he never thinks twice about when destroying them with his sword, were now way too strong all on their own. How is it that the webs could hold up his entire weight, even with his struggling? He supposed that’s why he chose them in the first place, perfect for trapping his two best friends. It wasn’t as funny now that it was him.

“Dream? Where the hell are you? We’re supposed to start training soon!” The sound of George’s voice resonated through the forest. Okay now it was definitely not funny anymore.

“I’m not here!” Dream answered back, voice slightly strained. He heard two sets of footprints make their way towards him and he realized that meant Sapnap was here too. Damn it! This was so embarrassing.

“Pfft- Dream?” This time it was Sapnap’s voice, just like he guessed. Dream looked over to the side in order not to look at his friends walking towards him.

“Look.. I, I don’t wanna talk about it. Just get me down.” “Was this supposed to be for us?!” George exclaimed and Dream scowled. There went all his plans down the drain.

“Look can you guys just…let me down? I won’t use this during an actual manhunt. It’s ruined anyways. And then we never have to talk about this moment ever again” Dream swung himself left and right to show just how stuck he was, as if it wasn’t obvious already.

George giggled, “There’s no way we’re not discussing this later haha. How did this even happen?!” He maneuvered around Dream to try and assess the situation from behind. While doing so, he gently, or as gently as he could with all the trees around, grabbed a hold of the speedrunner’s waist. To all three of their surprise, the trapped man yelped quietly, and tried to wiggle George’s hands off. Dream went very still then, hoping maybe if he just didn’t move the others wouldn’t comment on what just happened. It was too bad he couldn’t see well enough above him to notice the large and knowing smirks on his two best friend’s faces.

Sapnap spoke up first, “There is no way you got yourself into this predicament as ticklish as you are Dream, honestly,” he scoffed playfully. George was already excitingly poking around Dream’s sides.

“Nohoho guys, wait seriously? Juhuhust gehet me dohown!” Dream begged, but Sapnap only added to the pokes. He grabbed Dream’s sides as well and turned him around to face him. Dream giggled dizzily at the sudden movement. His eyes could only meet Sapnap’s waist. He looked down to try and see his friend’s face. “Nohohoho hehehehe.” He laughed, a small hint of excitement in his voice. Both George and Sapnap of course picked up on this.

“I said no hahaha!” Dream’s pleas fell to deaf ears when finally George decided to dig in. He wiggled his fingers up and down his sides and underneath his ribs, all of which were at perfect height for George’s mean fingers.

“Wait for me dude what the hell!” Sapnap instead went for Deram’s hips. He used his thumbs at first, making quick little circles around where he could feel the bones. But eventually he grew tired of that and resorted to pinching above, below, and right in the dips of his hips to get the best reactions.

Dream reacted accordingly too. He swung his arms in different directions to try and reach any of the hands currently torturing his nerves. Being upside down already made it hard to differentiate left from right or up from down, not to mention how dizzy he was getting.

“Guys PLehehehease! Thihis is unfahahahair!” As he whined, George decided to cease his friend's flailing arms by targeting his armpits. “GEOrge! Hahahaha!”

“What was that? Hm?” Sapnap giggled as he continued tickling his poor friend’s hips. Dream arched his back as best he could but it was just no use. He was stuck there, dangling, only able to plead with his tormentors. Eventually he just allowed his arms to dangle. It just took too much energy to lift them, and he was losing energy fast. Even with the fingers torturing the nerves under his arms, he just couldn’t get them up.

“HEHEhehehhe guhuhuhHUYS!” Dream shook his head. With all the movement his shirt had fallen down, exposing his entire mid drift. Dream screamed when George excitedly began raking his nails up and down his bare sides. With this, tears finally hit Dream’s eyes and he cackled and squirmed. “WHY AHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Because you’re just so adorable! And besides this was originally gonna be a trap for us. Don’t George and I deserve some revenge?”

“IHIHIHI- IhihiIHI dihihihin’t eheheheven trahahahap yohohohou!”

“Yeah well you were going to! It’s the thought that counts.” George piped up. He was still running his nails up and down. Every once in a while he’d reach around to tickle Dream’s bare tummy, scratching around his belly button. This was Dream’s limit.

“OKAHAHAHAY IHIHIHIM SOHOHOHORRY! STAHAHAHAHAP!”

Sapnap sighed and stopped his tickling. “Alright George come on let’s cut him loose.” George in turn just pouted, giving Dream’s stomach a last few squeezes before ceasing. Dream breathed deeply and continued to giggle. He was so dizzy and all over the place it felt like. The blood had rushed to his head with all the squirming.

He felt George wrap his arms around him in a tight hug and then heard the sound of a sword cutting web. He fell, but not far, the arms around him keeping him from hitting the ground head first. He was laid gently on the ground where he continued to laugh softly.

“Yohou guys suhuck.”

“Yeah whatever you deserved it,” George ruffled Dream’s hair. “At the very least you deserve it for being so ticklish,” “Shuhuhuhut!”

They postponed their manhunt training for later in the day. Dream needed time to brainstorm a different trap now anyways. No way was he going to make the same mistake again.

#lee!dream #ler!george #ler!sapnap #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #emmadoodle fics #this was done by professionals don't hang upside down for long periods of time hahahahahaha

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awkwardtickleetoo · 9 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 · 9 months

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Dandelion Kisses

Dream is forever waiting for DreamXD to return. George is sick of Dream's moping around.

Waiting was the worst thing for Dream.

He spent months on edge waiting in that prison for the next visitor, or the next torture session. Dream always liked to pride himself on patience, and knowing the importance of letting things naturally fall into place but ever since the prison, waiting was the enemy.

There were a few dandelions just starting to sprout their seeds. They looked fluffy, like perfect puffballs but soon they’d be loose and ready to be windswept.

Dream watched the gentle sway of the dandelions in front of him. Some yellow heads mixed with the white. Swaying back and forth in the breeze. Back and forth. Back and forth. It was becoming hypnotising, slowly emptying Dream’s mind of any thoughts which was actually welcomed at that point.

Whenever Dream had a moment to think, it would all go back to DreamXD and remembering the rage on his brother’s face. Being able to just not think was a blessing.

“Are you done sulking?”

A voice pushed passed the puffballs filling his head, drawing up Dream’s attention. Without moving too much from his position he turned his head ever so slightly to look over his shoulder.

George stood, as he usually did, like a perfect painting in the afternoon sun. He must have been absolutely sure the two wouldn’t be disturbed as the wraps he usually had on his arms and chest under his tunic were off, showing the red mushrooms patches on his skin openly.

“No.” Dream mumbled into his arm as he turned back around to watch the flowers. He was laying on his front, arms folded under his head as he watched the flowers.

He heard a frustrated sigh from George behind him but wouldn’t look around. “You’re being very reckless, just laying out here where anyone can see you.”

“No-one comes here.” Dream mumbled back and it was partly true.

The rolling meadows were a lovely show of wild flowers in the Kinoko Kingdom. Dream, Sapnap and George would frequently go there to chill as well as a few others, but after Foolish build the impressive gardens with the Kingdoms walls most people flocked there, leaving the meadows mostly abandoned. That was perfect for Dream and George to steal some moments alone, or take time for themselves.

Dream was overcome with a want to see the meadows today and ventured out before George had woken up. He had left a note that read ‘OUT’ but it should be expected George would have looked here first.

“Thought you were busy today anyway.” Dream added, trying to annoyingly not let it show it bothered him but also hint that it bothered him.

“I said I was busy later today.” George came closer and Dream could feel him sit down on the grass beside his waist. “Sapnap wants a meeting with few people. Probably on security.”

Dream snorted to the irony of it before things went quiet for a while. An uncomfortable quietness before George spoke up.

“I could tell him today, if you want. Just calmly speak to him about…”

“No!” Dream snapped. “He’d put me back in there.”

“He’d listen to me. I could convince him to listen to you.”

“No!” Dream bristled to the thought of speaking to Sapnap again. Not after how everything had been left.

It was expected but heartbreaking when he saw Sapnap’s face in the crowd hunting him down. He replayed the words again and again in his head.

“Miss George? He doesn’t miss you. He doesn’t think of you, certainly doesn’t talk about you!”

It was one of the things Dream couldn’t bring himself to ask, though it always plagued his mind. Sapnap was just out to hurt Dream but then the words held some truth. George had already explained he wouldn’t visit Dream in prison because it hurt too much. So did he just pretend Dream didn’t exist?

“Well fine.” George threw up his hands and quickly stood up. “If you’re not up for talking then I’ll be back home.”

“I…never said that.” Dream forced himself to speak before George stepped too far away. He wouldn’t turn around but he heard the steps stop and finally he heard George come back. That settled his heart.

“Alright, so you’re up for talking. Not about Sap but you want to talk.” George sat himself down again by Dream’s side. This time he was closer and Dream could feel the warmth of him. “So what about?”

The dandelions all stilled for a split second, like they were letting Dream collect his thoughts before they started swaying again.

“XD… When do you think he’ll…y-you know…?”

“Deal with you?” George unhelpfully finished but Dream couldn’t deny that was the proper word for it. “I don’t know. Honestly I didn’t expect him to give you back, I thought you were gone again.”

That was Dream’s greatest fear too. He still wasn’t done processing everything that happened to him in that…wherever the hell he was. He told George about it, of course. He was still wearing the soft green tunic HD had given him, only now it was pared with black shorts that reached above his knees. But he had expected XD to show up the next day, or the day after. It was a week now and still nothing.

“Do you think he’s ever coming back?” George asked.

Dream’s heart thumped uncomfortably in his chest. “Of course! He has to… He…”

“He didn’t come back for you in the prison.” George’s voice wasn’t unkind, but it was bluntly to the point. “He didn’t come back to me either.”

“You stopped speaking to him?” Dream turned his head to look at George. He was absolutely bathed in the sunlight. His back to Dream but still an absolute picturesque sight. The sun caught on the edges of his hair, making it look golden.

“After he told me he wasn’t freeing you from prison, we fought and I told him to leave. He did and never came back.” George turned to look at Dream and seemed almost surprised to see his friend staring at him. “In the End, that’s the first time I’d seen DreamXD in months.”

Dream frowned. “Did you mean to send him away? Completely?”

George’s eyes flicked down to the grass while he thought. “I don’t know. Maybe in the moment I did, then I regretted it. But then the more I thought of it the more I meant it. If he was going to let you stay in there then I didn’t want him around.”

“He was your friend.”

“You’re more important.”

Dream’s heart worked through a mixture of flutters, tightening and thumping seemingly all at once. His cheeks flushed and he quickly looked away, back to the dandelions still dancing in the wind for him.

“What if he doesn’t come back?” Dream asked, trying to distract his confused heart.

“Do you want that?”

“No I… I-I don’t know. He can’t just…leave!”

“Didn’t you want him to leave?”

“I wanted him to help me!” Dream hand wrung through the grass. “I wanted him to listen to me! Just stop speaking for me and listen to me for once! But he never does and he never will! I nearly die and he wouldn’t even hear me out! Nothing I ever do for him gets his attention! He only listens when others talk about me, he never even bothered to ask-EEEP!”

A feathery swipe ended his thoughts and jolted through Dream’s body. It touched on his knee, swiping up to his thigh and causing his leg to kick out before Dream turned over.

He couldn’t fully turn over though, as George had very purposefully laid over Dream’s calves, so all Dream could really do was turn his waist. The fluffy head of the dandelion twirled softly in George’s hand.

“Wh-Whahat was that fohor?”

“You were spiralling.” George shrugged and twirled the flower in his hand again. He positioned it so close to his cheek Dream was sure it touched him, but it seemed George kept it just a hair length away from his skin.

“I was just…talking.” Dream tried to calmly talk, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the fluffy flower twirling around so delicately. It had felt so soft against the back of his knee, like it was a feather. Multiple feathers.

“You were spiralling.” The flower drooped in George’s hand slightly and Dream worried it was about to fall onto his leg.

Remembering the flower tingling along his leg made Dream jump ever so slightly, but he couldn’t really move much with George on top of them. “You-You asked…!”

“Now I’m not. Now I’m running this flower over your knee.”

“NO!”

George lowered the flower just ever so slightly but stopped. He gave a smug smile to Dream’s panic and attempt to dislodge himself. He couldn’t properly push himself up and George placed ever so perfectly over his calves meant he couldn’t kick his legs properly either.

“I don’t like it when you spiral.” George turned the flower over in his hand so the white fluffy head fell and pointed towards Dream’s knee. Dream drew in a short grasp, seeing how close he flower was to his skin. The back of his knees prickled from just the thought of it.

“You get a bad look on your face, like a scowl.” George softly and slowly twirled the flower. “It’s ugly on you. It twists up your pretty face and gives you a nasty look in your meadow eyes.”

“G-Geohohorge!” Dream fumbled as his words as his face burned redder and redder. His focus was torn between the flower twirling so close above his knee and the praises George was so freely giving out.

One of the flower’s twirls was just a little too harsh and the newly fluffed seed dislodged from the stem. It fluttered downward so gently, landing on the back of Dream’s knee. It barely felt like more than whisper, but Dream’s nerves and flusters set his skin on high alert.

“G-GEHEohohorge! GEhehet ihit o-ohohoff!”

“What?” George blinked, completely unaware. He moved the flower to the side ever so slightly, seeing the little fluff over Dream’s knee. “Is that it?”

“Ihihit’s…nn!” Dream smothered his face into his arm, screaming laughter into it to let out his pent up nerves. “Juhuhust-Just mohove ihit!”

“Are you serious?! Is it tickling you?” George cackled. His high pitched taunt ringing in Dream’s ears and prickling his skin. “You idiot! It’s just a little bit of fluff! Does it tickle Dreamie? Is it tickling your knee so much?!”

“Geohohohorge!” Dream whined, his pride completely thrown to the soft breeze. In all honesty the fluff would have probably stopped tickling now if George wasn’t so instant to mention it over and over again. “J-Juhuhust hehelp!”

George rolled his eyes to Dream’s plight, but he moved to help. Or he seemed to. His arm slightly moved up but then a brilliant idea flashed across his mind and he thought better of it. Instead of wiping away the offending fluff he lowered his head closer to Dream’s knee.

Still hiding in his arms, Dream couldn’t see George’s approach until he felt just a puff of air on the back of his knee. He jolted up, and turned around just in time to see George blowing softly against the back of his knee.

It wouldn’t have been so ticklish if Dream wasn’t already on edge. What would have just prickled his skin a little shot through his nerve system. He arched his back, letting out a silent squeal before falling into helpless yapping giggles. “GehEHEOHohoHOHORGE! S-StahAHAhahahap!”

“Does even that tickle Dreamie?” George asked, his voice high with giddiness. “Even the wind tickles you!”

“It’s nohohohot the wihihind! Ihihit’s yohohohohou! Ihihihit--”

A gasp caught in Dream’s throat, silencing his laughter and stopping his words. He was stunned into silence, the skin on the back of his knee prickling as George’s lips pressed against them.

It wasn’t a raspberry blown on his knee, or nibbles. It was just a soft kiss against his skin. It tickled Dream’s already sensitive skin but he was too stunned to properly respond. His face flushed a deep red and mind stopped suddenly, like short circuiting and rebooting over and over.

“G-G…Geohorge…” The word came out so softly, and even then Dream didn’t know what he was going to really say.

Before his brain could work out any form of sentence, George pulled back and his lips returned just a little bit below his knee, this time blowing a quick raspberry into the skin and kick-starting Dream’s brain. Of course it was just to scream with laughter, but at least it was something.

“StohOHoOhoOP! Stop stop! GeoHOHOHOHORGE!”

Dream tried to kick his legs to no avil, but it didn’t stop George from gasping in offence. “Did you really try to kick me Dream?! In your position?! That’s bold of you!”

“N-No! Nohoho! I-I didn’t mea-AAAAAA! GEOHOHOHORGE! NOHOHOT THAHAHAHAT NOHOHOHOT THAHAHAT!”

The dandelion twirled against the side of Dream’s knee, tickling him just ever so slightly. But the scream came from George leaning forward and nibbling over the back of Dream’s thighs. It was just right above his knees, and George’s teeth were nowhere near as bad as XD or HD’s fangs, but it tickled so much more than simple kneading or nails would.

“GEORGE PLEHEHEHEASE! PLEEEEEHEHEASE! I’ll-I’ll dohoho anIHIHIHYTHIHIHIHING!”

“Anything?” George asked, which took his teeth away from Dream’s thigh for one blissful second, but he brought up his nails to scribble over the skin still.

“Anythihihihihing! Anything! Plehehehease stohohohop!”

The tickling did stop, slowly turning to a firmer touch that wiped away the ghostly tickles still prickling over Dream’s thighs. The dandelion dancing on the side of his knee was discarded, but now even the grass was tickly. He couldn’t help but giggling into his arm, only coaxed out when George gently took his shoulder and turned Dream over on his back.

The sun shone behind George as he sat over Dream. It gave him and almost ethereal back lighting, turning the edges of his hair and skin golden. He looked like an angel, and Dream was just content to watch him for however long George would let him.

“Your hair is a mess, idiot.”

It probably was. He could feel some of the stands of hair sticking to his face from the sweat. George reached out, his fingers fiddled with Dream’s hair a little before he pulled back, holding some of the dandelion seeds between his fingers. They must have been all over Dream’s hair.

“Wh…What was that all about?” Dream asked with his voice just slightly breathless.

“What? Tickling you? You were spiralling.” George replied like it was the most obvious thing.

“N-Not with that!” Dream flustered. “Th…The kiss…”

“Oh! What about it?”

“Wh-What about…” Dream blinked up to George, silently asking if he was serious. But George seemed oblivious to the issue at hand. “You’ve…you’ve never kissed me before.”

The Dream Team were very openly affectionate with each other. They slept like a pack together and were often cuddling one another. It was a common occurrence and never blinked at. The three were just affectionate people, even George who hissed like a cat and would deny it. But kissing was always different to each of them. Dream commonly kissed his friends, usually on the cheek. It was a natural thing for him, but George never did. He’d accept kisses from friends, through eye rolls and insults, but he’d never give any out. Dream and Sapnap always used to joke George’s kisses were specially magical. But here George was, kissing Dream so casually and then looking like nothing was wrong.

Well, he kissed Dream’s knee which Dream still counted as a kiss.

George tilted his head, like a cat observing a mouse. He said nothing and Dream wasn’t sure what else to say. It felt like there was a lump in his throat and no matter how many times he gulped, it wouldn’t clear.

George was the first one to move. He leaned over so he was on top of Dream, and brought his face down closer. Dream would have gasped, but his lungs refused to work. He felt frozen and burning at the same time.

The space between the two was so minuscule. Their lips were practically together until George moved at the last moment. He bought himself up more and planted a kiss over Dream’s forehead.

While Dream was still stunned over everything that happened, George pulled himself back. “There. I’ve kissed you two times now. No big deal.”

George pulled himself to stand up while Dream still lay in the grass. He must have looked a mess with his hair entwined between the blades of grass and the blush fresh on his cheeks. But George hit his arm softly and he was brought out of his stupor for a moment.

“Come on. I’m hungry. Lets go eat something before I have to meet Sapnap.”

Dream was pulled up on his feet. The dandelion seeds still clung to him, and while he made some attempt to shake them off he didn’t care too much. His heart was racing but also fluttering so softly. He felt heavy and light at the same time. For the first time in a while Dream felt a twinge of youthful carelessness and he wanted to bask in the feeling for as long as possible.

#dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #lee!dream #ler!george #godsiblingau #covenofwords

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ticklee-vee · 10 months

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Overwhelmed

Lee!Sapnap | ler!Dream & George

Sapnap is overwhelmed with everything that’s been happening recently, dream and George decide they are going to help.

Tw : i don’t think there’s any, feet tickles?

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Sapnap sighed heavily, roughly running his hands through his hair pulling it slightly as he leaned back in his chair. “Ugh, why can’t i get this right?!” Whisper yelling as he scowled at the screen. “I do this for a living and i can’t even edit correctly” he had been editing his new video, one of his editors was sick and this video had to be up by tonight, so he took it upon himself to edit it. Failing, but he’s trying. A little to hard.

After a moment of composing himself, he sat back up and started editing again. Sighing every time he couldn’t master the new editing technique on the first try, his body screaming at him to take a break but refusing to do so.

George was laying on the bed in dreams room, whilst dream was in his computer practicing for an upcoming event. “I haven’t seen sapnap in a while, he usually comes in here and relaxes with us or helps me annoy you” dream rolled his eyes at the fond memories of those two annoying him. “Yeah, why don’t you go look for him- leave me alone for a bit?”

George looked up at dream unimpressed, “you’re just trying to get rid of me aren’t you?”

Dream smirked, “maybe, maybe not” going back to his practicing.

George rolled his eyes, getting up and poking dreams side on the way out. “When I find him we’re gonna annoy you!” Yelling the last word as he left dreams room so he could hear.

Dream blushed, shaking his head and once again going back to practicing this time with no interruptions.

George was walking around the house, passing certain things on the way that he’s never seen before. He really needs to explore this house some more.

Sapnap was crying, anger bubbling in his chest as he just accidentally deleted all of this progress he had done in the past 20 minutes. Small hiccups coming from as he struggled to breath, pushing himself back in his chair to ground himself.

George made it to sapnaps room, walking up to the door and gently knocking on it. He listened closely hearing tiny hiccups coming from the younger boys room. He called sapnaps name out, concerned for him.

“Sapnap, are you in there? Is everything okay?” He gently turned the door handle, waiting for any signs he’s not welcome inside. Hearing none so he walked in, seeing a heartbreaking scene. Sapnap was curled up in his chair, hands roughly tugging at his hair as tears and hiccups fell from his mouth.

Sapnap was mumbling something, to quiet for him to make out a whole sentence but with what he could hear he pieced what happened together. Sapnap had been editing and by looking at the screen with not a lot to show, something must’ve happened either his computer shut down or he forgot to save.

“Hey sappy, it’s okay sweetie. Can I come closer?” George made his voice soft, crouching down.

Sapnap looked over, his eyes filled with tears making everything blurry. “G-George- yeah.. m’s-sorry.” His voiced hushed and crunchy due to crying.

George smiled softly and came over to sapnap, taking one of his hands in his own and gently stroking his thumb over sapnaps knuckles. “It’s okay, can you tell me whah happened dear?” George wasn’t the best at helping with emotions but he was definitely going to try, one of his best friends was upset and needed it.

Sapnap nodded, giving a brief explanation of what happened having to take a few breaks due to crying to much.

George softened his voice, hushing sapnap quietly hugging him rubbing his back in a comforting manner. “Come on, it’s okay. Wanna go to dreams room?” He felt sapnap nod in the crook of his neck.

He pulled sapnap up wrapping an arm around his waist as they walked to dreams room. “Dream?” George whispered his name unable to open the door as he was supporting a very upset sapnap who had his head on his shoulder and leaning his weight on George.

Dream looked concerned and walked over. “Hey sappy, are you okay? What happened buddy?” Taking him in his arms, lifting him up and walking over to the bed with him.

Sapnap shoved his face in his neck, small hiccups still coming from him as he tried to calm down. “I.. I was editing a-and I accidentally” bursting out into another round of angry tears before he could finish his sentence.

Dream was sat on the edge of the bed with him, gently rocking him back and forth. “Come on, you can do it sweetie, what happened Hm?” Gently scratching at his hair. George was sat next to them gently rubbing at sapnaps thighs in a comforting manner.

After a while they eventually got it out of sapnap and why he was so upset. “Good job, it’s never easy editing huh. Wanna lay down?” Dream asked, placing a small kiss on the top of his head as they rocked.

Sapnap nodded in the crook of his neck sniffling as he did, wiping his nose on dreams neck without thinking. “Did you just wipe your little nose on me? You’re so gross” standing up and bouncing him a little, squeezing his sides a few times. George laughed at sapnap offering playful teades too “Gross little one.” Sapnap giggled slightly, shifting closer to dream.

Dream laid in bed, shuffling sapnap up as he placed his head on his stomach, listening and following dreams breathing to calm down. George came back in the room with some tea, “here you go sappy, do you want it now?” Sapnap opened his eyes not realising he had left the room. “Didn’t realise you left..” taking a breath in between his words. “M’ okay , have it later when it cooled down.” George smiled, placing his drink on the bed side table and running his hands through his hair.

“Okay baby” laying down next to the two on the left side, “you feel better?” Rubbing his back as he laid his head on dreams shoulder.

Sapnap shrugged, sniffling once again. “Hmmm, do you need cheering up?” A small smirk appearing on his face as he looked at dream.

“Will it work?” Looking up at George with hopeful eyes. “Oh I think so, is it okay if dream helps?” Dream placed his hands on his side’s gently stroking up and down, occasionally using his nails to really tickle along his sides.

“Ohono nohono” sapnap giggled shoving his head in dreams stomachs as he shook his head.

“Oh no? Are you not exited for the tickles?” Dream asked swiping his fingers up and down his sides. George smirked, going to sit at the end of the bed. “Are you alright with this sapnap?”

“Uhuhm yehehahahah” he giggled, still hiding his head in dreams stomach.

“Awh, come out sappy. We wanna see you pretty face and hear your little cute giggles” taking his finger and gently pushing at sapnap as face so he had access to scratch gently under his chin, enough for it to tickle.

“Eheheh gyahaha, stahahap” scrunching his nose as he laughed, squirming but not enough to get out of dreams tickly hold.

“Turn over then pretty boy~!” George teased, gently stroking at his calves and ankles as he knew light tickles there were bad for him.

“Fahahaha okay! Okahahay” he turned over, a light blush to his face as he stared at the other two. “Hihihi”

“Awh hiii~ sweet boy” George cooed, teasing as he came up to gently pinch at his cheeks squishing them.

Sapnap blushed trying to squirm out of his hold, giggling. “Stahahap you weheirdo” hands landing on George wrist but not even attempting to push them away.

“Sapnap, are you okay with us doing this? Do you remember what you have to say if you want it to stop or you need a break?” Gently taking his wrists and holding them up, rubbing his thumbs over the thin skin were it connects to his palms.

Sapnap blushed at the gently contact. “Yes, red if I want it to stop and break if I need a brehake” as nervous giggles came out at the last word as he felt George straddle his ankles.

“Okay, we’re going to tickle you now” George said as he began to gently run his fingers up and down sapnaps socked feet, occasionally switching patterns to keep sapnap on edge.

Dream began to trail his fingers down all the way down from sapnaps wrists to his armpits, gently swirling in the hollows of them.

“Eheheh nahahaha” scrunching his nose as he giggled, eyes closing and opening to help with they ticklish sensations he was feeling.

George was now poking all over his foot, leaving one alone. He began scribbling his fingers over his right foot, smirking as he watched his toes curl and uncurl to try and stop the tickles. “Ooh sapnap~! Your little feet are so tickly honey, even one little swipe and you’re a giggling squirming mess.” Taking two fingers on each hand running them up and down his foot in different directions. He tickled his toes, gently scratching at each of them sometimes taking them one by one and wiggling them to tease him.

Dream was swirling one finger of each hand in both armpits, sometimes scratching at the sides with his nails. He tickled just under his armpits at his back, close to the back bone scratching and spidering all along the ticklish bones sometimes dipping down to the very bottom of back to feel him arch his back and coming round to the front to tickle his stomach, vibrating his fingers along his mid section circling his belly button teasing him as he threatened to dip it in, he did, gently scratching at the bottom of it.

Through all of this sapnap was a laughing squirming mess, trying to curl up but pushed back down my dream, he especially listened when dream threatened to tie him up if he kept curling up.

“EHAHAHha NOHOHOoh OH NOHOHO IT- ihihiIt TIHIHIhivklehessSAHAHA!!” His arms almost coming down, dreams threat ringing in his mind as he raised them back up still laughing just as hard, if not harder. He knew dream would and he knew that both of them would jump at the chance to torture him together. They’ve done it before and they would definitely do it again.

George started pulling his socks off, he knew as he felt tickly fingers all around his arches and balls of feet.

“EEEH NAHAHAH OHHOHO GEHOHREGE” arms coming down to protect himself.

“Ooh sapnap~” he whisper in his ear. “Your arms came down sweetie, do you have anything to say for yourself?”

Sapnap blushed at his tone, immediately raising his arms up again, this time instead of going right back to tickling him dream just took them, gently stretching them up some more and placing his arms to rest on sapnaps. “Yes! I do, I’m sorry dream! It tickled so bad. I did the best I could!! I swear, please!”

“Hmmm” dream pretend to think about it, taking his finger and swiping it up sapnaps chin, watching him as he scrunched his nose.

“I think that you took them very well, so we shall not torture you today. But maybe another time~ Would you like that sugar?” He spidered down sapnaps arm until he reached his arms pits, sapnap squealed, laughing but never putting his arms down he didn’t want to risk it.

“Eee! Yehehes” he smiled, as dream pulled him up laying him on his sides. Gently stroking at his back. “Good job, you took them so well!”

George came and laid next to the two, rubbing at sapnaps back as dream switched to caress his hair.

“Thahank youhu for this..” completely forgetting about his editing problem.

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This is so bad, I’m falling asleep but I’ve put it of for so long. I know I mentioned something about tea but I can’t remember and I’m to tired to look back at it 💀

Enjoy !! I have another in drafts, hopefully out soon.

😁🤗

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sleepy--anon · 6 months

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Day 5: I'm Not Ticklish

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This one's a little short

Punz felt like if he rolled his eyes any more they'd roll all the way back. He'd even given himself a headache. George had decided to play 20 questions with Punz weather he wanted to play or not. Questions ranging from favorite food to most embarrassing childhood memory. They both laid on his carpet, Punz on his back and George on his side.

"Ooooo! We've never asked you, where's your tickle spot?" George asked incredibly nonchalantly. In his defense, the dream team had thrown around that question when they first moved in together and answered honestly.

"I don't know what you’re talking about George, I'm not ticklish" Punz lied through his teeth, hoping he'd get away with it, but this is George we're talking about.

"Bullshit! There is no way you aren't! Come on! Just answer it and I'll leave you be" Punz shrugged his shoulders and just laid there, arms behind his head, eyes closed, and surprisingly stretched out. George narrowed his eyes at the blonde before poking at his underarms. Punz swallowed his initial squeak, forcing himself to be as still as possible as he clamps his lips shut.

"Come on Punz~ no use in hiding, I know you’re ticklish~ if you won't tell me where it is, I'll just find it~" George teased in his ear as he walked his fingers down his ribs. Punz's face cracked a little bit but he managed to get it back, his shoulder twitched at the tingly feeling on his ear. George was now closely watching Punz’s every move, he would get no leniency. He noticed how when he got to his lower side he twitched to right, George paused for a moment, flicking his eyes up to Punz who kept his eyes shut, attempting to appear unbothered.

"Bingo~" Was the last thing Punz heard before George jumped on his and massaged his thumbs into his hips. Punz’s damn broke, his eyes flew open, his hands shot to his wrists, his back arched, and he broke out into hysterical laughter.

"This it isn't it Punzy boy~? Hmm~?" Punz could only kick, squirm, scream, and laugh his little heart out because George would not relent.

"Answer me Punz~ is this it or should I keep looking~" Punz pulled at his hands and weakly slapped his arms, clearly being entirely sapped of energy. George slowed to little pulses so he could speak, he waited expectantly.

"OhohohOHOKAHAY! Yehehehes, THAHAHAHAT'S ihihit! PLEHEHEHEASE!" George, finally satisfied with his answer, hops off him, ruffling his hair.

"If I find out you're lying later it won't look good for you bud~"

"Look man, my thighs and knees are just as bad, it's that whole lower part of me, you found it now shush!"

#kasey tag #kasey writes stuff #augtickletober2023 #lee!punz #ler!george #ler!georgenotfound #mcyt tickle fic #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #sleepy's fics

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mushiewrites · 9 months

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Losing the Battle, Winning the War

hello hello! I had a special request from the menace herself, @wishitweresummer, asking me to write Sapnap and George wrecking the hell out of each other. And who am I to say no to that? Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

Sapnap + George are wrestling when Sapnap makes an interesting discovery. After enduring some harsh cruelty from him, George makes a new discovery of his own

(switch!George / switch!Sapnap : 4K words)

“Give up, Snapmap!” George seethed through his teeth, attempting to maneuver the younger boy into a headlock and letting out a screech when their positions were suddenly flipped.

“Fuck that! No way, pretty boy, you’re going down.” Sapnap fought back, managing to throw an arm around the back of George’s neck and pull him down to waist level instead.

He tightened his grip around the older boy, letting out an evil laugh that bellowed throughout the living room. George let out another yell in frustration, clawing at Sapnap’s arm and wiggling to try and worm his way to freedom. He stomped his foot like a toddler when he realized his efforts were futile, a long whine following the action that made Sapnap burst into another round of giggles. George used the heel of his foot to step on one of Sapnap’s, leaning all of his weight on it and pressing down as hard as he could. The younger boy yelped, ramming his hip into George to throw him off balance and laughing triumphantly when it worked.

“Let GO of me! This- this isn’t fair!” George thrashed harder in Sapnap’s arms, grunting and groaning when nothing he did seemed to loosen the grip he had on him. In his flailing, he managed to grip onto the sensitive skin of Sapnap’s tricep, pinching and squeezing as hard as he could to make him let go. Sapnap screamed out at this, loosening his grip for a moment before shoving his fingers between the bones of George’s ribcage and vibrating them in, making him howl. The headlock kept him folded over, unable to truly protect himself from the intense tickles he was receiving. He swore he was dying.

“NOHOHO! Sahahapnap! Stop!” The begging started immediately as Sapnap’s fingers found his most sensitive rib, pinching and playing with it like it was his new favorite toy. After a few seconds of this, George turned to putty in his hold, letting himself fall into a deadweight and sending both of them to the floor in a heap of giggles.“Gehehet away!” George squealed as he turned onto his tummy to crawl away, only just getting on his hands and knees when Sapnap pushed against his back, sending him crashing to the floor again.

“Oh Georgie! There’s nowhere to run, huh?” Sapnap teased menacingly as he climbed onto George’s thighs, straddling the older boy and positioning his hands over the back of George’s ribs, right where he knew got the best reaction. He gave a test squeeze with his thumbs in the middle of his back, on either side of George’s spine, chuckling to himself when the brunette gasped. Sapnap squeezed again, this time keeping his fingers pressed down and giggling as George kicked his feet rapidly against the ground.

“Nnh…g-get off of mehe, Sapnap!” George commanded, struggling to keep his laughter in and jolting when Sapnap began to rub his thumbs back and forth at a horribly slow pace. He let his forehead fall against the ground, whining as he pressed his lips together and shook his head. Sapnap squeezed once again and George squealed, pushing up on his palms and stretching his arms out until his torso was arched forward, now off the ground.

“What, now you don’t wanna fight anymore cause you’re losing?” Sapnap asked through his giggles, moving his hands to pinch at George’s sides and giggling harder when the elder fell back against the ground, his arms pressed tightly to his sides. The squeezing only increased in speed, finally breaking the dam causing George to cry out. Boisterous giggles were bouncing off the walls of the living room as George writhed against the carpet, Sapnap’s fingers never letting go or relenting.

“Shuhut up!” George reached his hands back to try and grab at Sapnap’s hands, only to scream out when his hands jumped to the sensitive area around the tops of his ribcage. His hands retreated as he pressed his arms back against his sides, letting out a frustrated groan as Sapnap moved his hands back to tickle at the soft skin there. George reached back again, successfully gripping one of Sapnap’s wrists and pulling to try and get it away from his side. Sapnap allowed his wrist to be pulled to give George a false sense of hope, only to dig back under his arms, making George lose his grip.

“Stohop! I hahahate you!” Another attempt at grabbing Sapnap lead him back to the same outcome - getting the life tickled out of his sides. He gave up on trying to stop the tickles, focusing now on trying to block his sides with his arms as he cackled into the carpet.

Sapnap positioned his thumbs back over George’s back ribs as his fingers continued to skitter against his sides, making George screech and buck his hips up off the ground. The force of the Brit’s squirming sent Sapnap falling sideways against the ground, giving George the chance to escape. He jumped to his feet as fast as he could, making a move to run out of the room towards the steps, only to be tackled back down onto the floor by his legs. George’s knees hit the ground first and immediately he attempted to crawl forward. Sapnap quickly got to his knees as well, reaching forward and wrapping his arms around George’s middle before he could get far, yanking him back until George was practically on his lap. His cheeks turned a deep red at the closeness of the two as he squirmed pathetically in Sapnap’s grasp, pulling and scratching at the arms that were holding him.

George barked out a laugh as he was yanked back onto Sapnap’s thighs, not expecting to be manhandled so roughly but loving it regardless. The strong arms adjusted themselves to wrap around George’s own, crossing over his chest to keep his back pressed against Sapnap without much of a choice. He felt a stream of air being blown onto the back of his neck, quickly bringing his shoulders up and tilting his head back slightly to try and get rid of the tingly feeling. He whined, making Sapnap giggle and squeeze him a little tighter.

“This isn’t even fair! I- I can’t move!” George complained, trying to throw himself forward to try and break out of the hold but finding it useless. He felt Sapnap shrug behind him and he rolled his eyes at the action. Another stream of air was blown, this time behind his right ear, heightening his senses and making him burst into giggles. Sapnap moved between ears for a few minutes, giggling along with George as he made the older boy bring the opposite shoulders up and down, unable to stop himself from trying to block the tickling.

“Stohop, idiot!” George whined through his giggles. Sapnap chuckled at his demand, shaking his head even though the brunette couldn’t see him. He blew a stream of air over the back of George’s neck again, making him squeak and raise both shoulders to try and stop the chills from spreading down his spine. It was too late for that, though, and he squirmed violently to the side as he felt the tingling sensation spread down through his back.

“Stop doing this? Okay, I can do something else, no problem!” Sapnap replied happily, sending further chills down George’s back as he giggled nervously. Before he could prepare himself for what Sapnap was planning, he heard a quick intake of air, followed by the feeling of soft lips pressed against the base of his neck, right below his hairline, accompanied by the rough facial hair that was Sap’s beard and mustache. Not even a second later, a huge raspberry was blown onto the sensitive skin, causing him to let out a high pitched shriek before falling into wild cackles. Another squeal was torn from him when immediately after the first raspberry, another was placed in the same spot, this one lasting longer than the previous.

“FUHUHUCK! NOHOHO, ST-STOHOHOP!” Sapnap pulled back at the pleads, falling into a fit of giggles himself at how loud George was laughing. The Brit was trembling, shaking his head quickly back and forth and leaning it back to try and prevent any further raspberries. George had never experienced raspberries on this particular spot, Sapnap quickly found out, and so he had no idea how incredibly ticklish it would feel.

“Geez, Georgie, it’s like I’m killing you!” The younger boy laughed, adjusting his arms quickly to squeeze George’s torso tighter, trying his best to keep the wriggly body in his lap in one spot. George continued to laugh, squealing when he felt teeth connect with the muscle along the dip between his neck and shoulder. He leaned his head as much to the side as he could, but with Sapnap’s head there as a buffer, he was forced to endure the nibbles. When George straightened his head out once more, the skin along the back of his neck now open and vulnerable, Sapnap struck, quickly planting another huge raspberry, this time a bit further down.

“NO NOHOHOHO! NOT AGAIN!” He wailed as he drummed his legs against the ground, pushing up on his heels and trying to launch himself backwards to knock both of them over with the aim of escaping. Sapnap kept his lips against George’s neck as he giggled at the intense reaction once again, brushing his beard slowly against the warm skin and making the elder scream out with a kick. His hands curled into fists, gripping onto the fabric of Sapnap’s basketball shorts and squeezing, trying to expel the ticklish energy he was experiencing but finding no relief in the action.

“Does Dream know about this spot? This is pure gold!” Sapnap asked, the giddiness noticeable in his tone of voice. George shook his head uselessly, not being given any time to respond before Sapnap dove back in, landing two raspberries in quick succession and pulling back again, making George laugh hysterically. “Listen to you! You sound like a little hyena or something!”

“Nohoho, I- I didn’t even knohohow!” The elder whined through his giggles as Sapnap gave him a much needed break, finally able to get a full breath in.

“I didn’t even know, Sap! It weally, weally tickles!” Sapnap mocked George, talking like a toddler to mess with him and making him groan. “Pwease tell my boyfwen Dweam!”

“NAAH! SHUHUT UP!” George let out a scream, shaking his head quickly at the flustering baby talk and trying to drown it out with his own voice. His face was heating up with every stupid pronunciation and it only made him want to get away and hide even more.

“Shut up! I’m too tickwish to tease, Sappy! Pwease stop!” Sapnap continued to mock the elder before latching his mouth back onto the back of George’s neck, this time slightly to the right before blowing another raspberry. The brunette fell into hysterics, trying to push himself forward and away from Sapnap’s tickling but whining when the smaller boy followed, blowing raspberry after raspberry, moving around to different spots on the back of his neck and keeping George tight against his chest. Sapnap wiggled his hands until he successfully had them wedged under George’s arms, poking and prodding and spidering into his armpits to make George scream.

“P-PLEHEHEASE SAP, COME OHON!” George cried out through his laughter, pulling at his arms and trying to wiggle them free. He heard Sapnap giggle behind him and he continued to plant raspberries, occasionally shaking his head back and forth as he did to rub his beard against George’s neck.

It was only when Sapnap’s lips moved slightly to the right and up, directly under his hairline and slightly towards his ear, that it tickled enough for George to get a sudden burst of adrenaline. He managed to move his arms behind him enough to squeeze into the squishy spots above Sapnap’s hip bones, making the younger shriek as he shoved George forward, trying to scramble out from underneath of George to get away. The taller boy spun around quickly, still breathing heavily through his giggles as he pounced on top of Sapnap, knocking him onto his back and straddling his thighs quickly. George grabbed his wrists, pressing them harshly into the carpet below them. Sapnap’s eyes were wide with fear, his cheeks turning bright red as he began to plead through nervous giggles.

“Okay, okahay, George? George! We can…we cahahan talk about this, right buddy?” Sapnap attempted to give him a pathetic pout, hoping he would take pity on him. George gave him a soft smile, squeezing his wrists once to comfort him, and Sapnap let out a sigh of relief. George was going to spare him, he was sure of it!

…Until Sapnap felt his wrists being maneuvered under George’s knees, quickly securing them in place and leaving George’s hands completely free to tickle to his heart's content.

“I don’t really feel like talking.” George stated nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders once before attaching his hands back onto the very ticklish spot above Sapnap’s hips, squeezing and digging in and giggling when Sapnap let out a wail.

Sapnap attempted to buck his hips up, trying his hardest to throw George off balance and knock him down, but the older boy was clearly on a mission to tickle him to tears, and he stayed planted on his thighs. George’s thumbs were drilling into the newly discovered spot, smirking as he watched Sapnap go ballistic underneath him.

“Sappy, Sappy, Sappy. What did I just find?” George teased, giggling when he received a loud growl in response. Sapnap clenched his jaw and threw his head back, eyes squeezed closed as he tried his hardest to hold in his laughter. George noticed this and immediately made him regret it, pressing in harder and drawing circles with his thumbs, scraping along the tops of his hip bones on the downstrokes. Sapnap squealed at this, pulling at his arms as he began to cackle outwardly once more, shaking his head and causing his curls to fly around wildly.

“Get off of mehehe!” Sapnap screeched, tugging at his hands and kicking his feet against the ground. George giggled and shook his head in return, now using all ten of his fingers to scribble over the ticklish area. A sliver of pale skin caught his eye and suddenly his hands were under Sapnap’s shirt, wiggling and tickling and scratching at the bare skin. The younger boy was quickly thrown into hysterics, causing his laughter to jump an octave, coming out raspy and high pitched as his face turned an even deeper shade of red.

“Such a giggly little thing.” George commented to no one in particular, ignoring Sapnap’s pleas in favor of focusing all his attention on the harsh tickling he was delivering. He made sure to press his fingers in as he spidered them, noticing how Sapnap’s body jolted with every swipe. George let his pointer fingers migrate towards the sides of Sap’s tummy, making him squeak through his laughter.

“I’m nohot!” Sapnap argued back as George let his fingers roam over Sapnap’s tummy, gliding his hands up and down the boy’s ribs and letting them dig between each rib. He arched off the carpet as George attacked the muscles there, making him cackle as he crashed back down onto the floor, almost knocking the wind out of himself with the force.

Sapnap let out a laugh that was close to how Dream’s wheeze used to sound while he fought to get his breath back, finally getting in a full inhale while George pulled his fingers back briefly. His eyes flew open when a second later, George’s hands were sliding under his arms, tickling with precision in the center where he knew Sapnap was most sensitive. The younger boy screamed out in a panic, kicking his legs violently before allowing them to curl up, pounding them against George’s lower back with the goal of knocking him off balance so that Sapnap could make his escape.

“Geez, you’re gonna kill him, George!” Sapnap’s head turned quickly towards the doorway of the living room, blushing when he saw Dream leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a huge smile plastered on his face. He pulled at his arms, wanting nothing more than to cover his face and whining when he realized he still couldn’t break free.

“Nah, this is nothing. Here, watch this!” George giggled, shrugging his shoulders and removing his hands from under Sapnap’s arms, only to return back to squeezing at the soft spots above his hip bones and making him scream. “Dream, did you know about this?”

Sapnap squeezed his eyes shut as George tormented the area once again, this time using more pressure with quicker movements, driving him mad with laughter. He brought his knees up again, alternating between hitting George’s back with them and slamming his feet against the ground. He shook his head and balled his hands into fists under George’s knees, all his strength and hope of escape disappearing quickly the more he was tickled.

“What?! No! How did you even find that?” Dream’s eyes widened as he walked closer to the two boys, standing over Sapnap and watching as George took him apart with a few well placed scribbles and squeezes. Sapnap could feel both of their eyes on him but refused to open his own to stare back, feeling the embarrassment exploding within him and not wanting to risk getting even more flustered than he already was.

“This little idiot tried to challenge me, and look at him now! He’s so fucked! Just laughing his head off like the wittle baby he is while I tickle him!” Sapnap cringed when George used the baby voice again, making his nose scrunch up as he turned his head away from the two, attempting to hide his face against his shoulder and the floor.

“I ahaham not! Fuhuhck off, George!” He complained through his laughter, his blush blooming wildly when he heard the two laughing above him. George rolled his eyes at the denial, squeezing into the spot with even more pressure and causing Sapnap’s laughter to jump up an octave.

“I’m winning! I’m literally winning!” George exclaimed through his own laughter, looking up at Dream and giggling more when the blonde nodded his head in agreement. “Dream, look at this idiot. What a loser!”

“Sap, you’re really going through it, huh, baby?” Dream kneeled down beside the two boy’s, reaching an arm forward to run a hand through the tangled mess that were Sapnap’s curls in an attempt to help soothe him. He wanted nothing more than to deny it, to shake his head and tell them no, but he was too lost in the feeling of Dream’s hand gently scratching at his scalp, melting him even as the torturous tickles continued.

“He is! He really is. What an idiot, trying to fight me. He should know by now, right, Dream?” George looked to Dream again for approval, making Dream laugh at how excited he was to be destroying their best friend so easily. He nodded in response, turning his attention back to Sapnap, noticing the tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes at the intensity of his laughter.

“He should! He absolutely should,” Dream spoke, continuing to nod as he used his thumb to wipe the tears from Sapnap’s eyes. “But I do think he’s at his limit, and you should probably let him go.”

“But Dream-”

“Look at him, George! He’s about to cry! Our poor boy is way too ticklish for this.” Dream insisted, a slight hint of playfulness in his voice as he gently gripped onto George’s wrists, making a move to pull them away from Sapnap’s body. George huffed in fake annoyance, rolling his eyes once more as he finally allowed his hands to be moved.

“Fiiiiine, I guess he’s had enough.” George whined, climbing off of Sapnap’s lap and kneeling on the opposite side from Dream. He watched as Dream ran his hands over the bright red skin of his lower tummy and hips, palms pressed flat as he rubbed the ghost tickles away. Sapnap’s eyes were still squeezed shut, his hands now covering his face as he continued to laugh the rest of his giggles away, melting into Dream’s touch and appreciating the kind gesture. After a few minutes he was finally able to calm down, moving his hands from his face to push himself into a sitting position, crossing his legs in front of him and shooting George a death glare.

“Oh come on, Sapnap. You can’t just do what you did to me and expect to get away with it.” George commented, reaching a hand forward to poke twice at his cheek. Sapnap shook his head and batted the hand away quickly, growling in response.

“Whatever, you suck.” Sapnap replied, voice raspy and tired as he scooted himself towards Dream, letting out a contented sigh when the older boy wrapped him up in his arms and hugged him to his chest.

“Wait…what did he do to you, George?” Dream’s attention was now on George, and Sapnap could feel his smirk forming from where he had buried his face against the blonde’s neck.

“...W-What?” George stammered out at the question, not expecting for Dream to turn it around on him after what he just walked in on.

“What did he do, George? What did he do that was so bad it made you wreck him like that?”

Sapnap lifted his head from Dream’s neck, looking towards George and bursting into giggles when he saw how wide the older boy’s eyes were and how red his cheeks had become. He raised his eyebrows as he waited for George to answer Dream, giggling harder when he kept opening and closing his mouth as he tried to get his brain to cooperate.

“I can tell you, Dream!” Sapnap exclaimed happily, unwrapping himself from Dream’s arms and sitting up on his knees.

“NO! No, that’s- that’s not necessary!” George fought back, shaking his head quickly and looking between the two of them with pleading eyes. Dream giggled along with Sapnap, enjoying how quickly the tables had turned on the elder.

“Actually, I can just show you,” Sapnap flashed George a sinister grin that made his stomach flip, nervous giggles suddenly pouring out of him as he held his arms out to keep the distance between them. “Dream? Do you mind?”

“Not at all!”

“NOHO!” George made a move to stand up, pushing himself off the ground for a second before his shins were grabbed by strong arms, sending him crashing back against the carpet, facedown on his stomach. He couldn’t help but groan at the memory of this happening earlier with Sapnap, making him blush harder as he found himself in the same situation now. He screamed when he felt himself being pushed down, one of Dream’s hands pressed between his shoulder blades keeping him in place. Sapnap was suddenly in his line of vision, the smirk still spread across his face as he leaned down.

“Poor kitten,” Sapnap pouted, making George yell out in frustration at the nickname. “Looks like someone’s not winning anymore, huh?”

George whined before burying his face against the carpet, refusing to look at Sapnap any longer and biting back a giggle when he felt a finger swipe across the back of his neck. He heard the two laugh at the way his body squirmed at the action, groaning when it was repeated two more times. Soon, the giggles were flowing steadily, more fingertips tracing at the back of his neck without mercy.

“Okay Dream, hold him steady. This is where it gets really bad for him.” He heard Sapnap warn Dream.

“No- noho please! Please noho- NOHOHO!” George thrashed as much as he could beneath them, kicking his legs and pounding his fists against the ground as panicked laughter continued to spill out into the room. Despite the protests from George, the raspberries continued, sending him into hysterics almost immediately. His laughter bounced off the walls of the living room as the two boy’s lovingly took him apart, showing him exactly who the real winner was.

#lee!george #lee!sapnap #ler!george #ler!sapnap #ler!dream #kind of????#it's implied okay #thank u cal for naming this fic :D #and for reading it back for me!!!!#summer baby I hope u love this <3 #I had a lot of fun figuring out how I wanted them to torture each other #did I mention this was georges first time getting back of the neck raspberries? :D cause it was!#anyways.......this is kind of cruel but Im not sorry about it #mushie fics #mcyt tickle #my stuff

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