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mushiewrites · 11 months

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Round One

so.........day 6 anyone? I must admit this is hella self indulgent, and it's very very VERY intense. (Warnings will be listed below!) This honestly might be my favorite fic I've written for this week, and definitely one of my all time favorite fics I've written ever, so if you are able to read this, I really hope you love it like I do 🥺 (also, remember to use the # "mushies lee!George week" if you participate! thank u!)

day 6 - intense tks / prompts found here!

(lee!George / ler!Dream / ler!Sapnap : 3.8K words)

this fic contains restraints, blindfolds, oil, tools, feet tks + (like the prompt for day 6 suggests) intense tks

Dream watched as a bead of sweat fell down the side of George’s left cheek from his hairline, noticing the quick rise and fall of the smaller boy’s chest as he took in quick breaths of air. He was clearly worried he wouldn’t have enough time to fill up his lungs before the blonde started up again. His eyes were squeezed shut and his face was a deep red. His lips - which were shades of purple from biting down on them so hard - were still parted slightly, with quiet giggles still flowing as steadily as they were moments ago. George sat with his back leaning against the headboard of his own bed, arms out to either side and tied tightly to the bed posts to prevent him from lowering them. His white T-shirt that he had started out the day in had been long forgotten on the floor, having opted to leave his bare torso open for maximum tickles. He was left in black sweatpants and black socks to match, toes curling every time that the boy felt the electric current of leftover tickles through his body.

It truly was a sight to see.

“Color?” Dream asked quietly from his place on George’s thighs, lifting his right arm and using the back of his hand to stroke the elder’s cheek softly. This earned him a small whine followed by a pitiful cough, but George was still smiling regardless.

“Green.”

“Perfect,” Dream felt himself relax at the confirmation, looking to his right at the items he had lined on the blankets beside his own leg. He picked up a long black cloth, a blindfold, and held it up in front of George’s face. “Do you wanna try this now?”

The brunette opened his eyes, blinking a few times to clear away the lingering tears from when Dream had been drilling into his upper ribs. He shuddered at the memory and shuddered once more when he realized what Dream was holding. He swallowed thickly and nodded his head slowly, refusing to meet the green eyes that were boring into him.

“I’m gonna need a verbal confirmation, angel.”

The pet name sent another round of butterflies to his stomach, squirming his hips slightly to try and tame them as he cleared his throat to answer.

“Yes, please.”

“Good boy, Georgie.” Dream giggled as the Brit let out another whine, leaning forward and holding the blindfold with both hands to move it into position. George followed Dream’s instructions, leaning forward when he was told and closing his eyes so that the blonde could adjust and tie the blindfold just right, so it wouldn’t budge with all of the thrashing the smaller boy would surely be doing.

“There we go.” George felt the weight shift from the top of his thighs to the middle of his thighs, recognizing Dream sitting back and allowing himself to drop back against the headboard. He squealed when he felt a finger wiggle on his lower tummy, tilting his head to the side and raising his shoulder to his ear when the giggles started up again.

“God, you’re just so damn cute, George. What am I gonna do with you?” Dream smiled gently as the color in George’s cheeks deepened, knowing the comment got to him more than he had intended it to.

“T-tickle me?”

Dream swore he was going to pass out right there and then. He had never seen George act so incredibly adorable and pliable in his hands before. The blonde nodded, fully aware that the other couldn’t see him but felt the need to do so anyway. A pleased giggle escaped Dream as he allowed his free hand to join in on the gentle tickles on George’s lower tummy, making the older boy yank at his restraints as his laughter grew in volume.

“Of course I’m going to tickle you! You’re too adorable to be left alone, anyway,” The blonde turned his attention back to the arsenal of tools on the bed, a pointed paint brush catching his eye and turning his smile into a wide grin. “Besides, I have sooo many toys to play with. And you’re just my little tickle toy for today, aren’t you, baby?”

“I- Dreheheam, come on, plehehease!” George lifted his head and turned to the direction of the younger boy’s voice, trying to speak directly to him. He was caught off guard and let out a cackle as Dream switched from gently tickling his lower tummy to digging his hands along his overly sensitive rib cage, smiling at the reaction it got him and continuing as he spoke.

“I said, aren’t you?” Dream leaned his body forward, purring into George’s ear as he continued to rake his fingers up and down the boney ribs before him. He made sure to press between every rib he passed, vibrating his hands with a little more force than usual to drive the point home. George cracked instantly.

“YEHEHES OKAY! I'M YOUR TI-TIHIHICKLE TOY! P-PLEHEHEASE, STOHOHOP!”

Dream let his fingers flutter to a stop, flattening his palms and rubbing them over George’s ribs once before removing them completely. Normally Dream was quick to help relieve George of the lingering tickles, but today was different. Today he wanted George to feel every single tiny ticklish feeling he could produce, just because he could.

The brunette continued to giggle, blissfully unaware that Dream was currently holding the tickly paint brush between his pointer and middle finger, spinning it slowly and admiring the small, thin bristles that he knew would drive George insane. The blonde reached for the bottle of oil on the bedside table, popping the cap as quietly as he could, but gaining the other’s attention anyway.

“Nonono, no please, Dream don’t! I….I can’t handle that, you know that!” George shook his head frantically, pulling at his arms as much as he could, knowing exactly what Dream planned on doing. Seconds later, his theory was proved to be correct as he felt gentle fingers rubbing the oil under his arms in agonizingly slow circles, tickling him in the best way and making George scream out.

“I do know that. But do you wanna know something, George?” Dream asked, unsure if the brunette could even hear his question over the intensity of his own laughter. George shook his head as the circles continued, squealing when Dream switched from using the pads of his fingers to his nails. “I don’t fucking care.”

Not a second later, George felt an extremely tickly sensation under his left arm, causing him to jolt to the right and yelp before bursting into bright giggles.

“Dreheheam! W-Whahat is that?!”

“It’s just a little paint brush, baby, what’s wrong?” Dream teased, giggling as he used the brush to draw tiny circles into the oil that was still covering the area. George thrashed to the side, pulling at his left arm and laughing harder as Dream began to focus on the outer parts of his armpit. The brunette twisted his body the best he could to try and block the tickles, grunting in frustration when Dream used his pointer finger under his right arm to make him twist back to the beginning position.

“Can’t take a little brush like this? How are you gonna handle anything else I have planned for you?” He continued to twirl the paint brush all over the sensitive skin, deciding to switch it over to his right hand to begin using it under that arm as well. George let his head drop forward in defeat, giggling his head off while Dream continued to take him apart with the gentlest of tickles.

“Alright alright, I know how sensitive you are here so I’ll give you a break,” The younger boy giggled when George let out a sigh of relief as Dream removed his hand and the brush from under his arms, smirking as he placed the brush down on the bed and flexed his fingers. “But that means I need a new spot.”

George flung his head up in Dream’s direction and he could see the desperation in the way George furrowed his eyebrows beneath the blindfold, making Dream wiggle his fingers as he hovered his finger over the helpless body before him.

“Well, you don’t need a-“

“Here seems good!”

“What? Where- DrEHEHEAM!” He kicked out as best he could as Dream’s thumbs found the dips of his hips, digging in roughly and making him scream. George tried to buck his hips up, but all he succeeded in doing was arching his back forward and giving the blonde more access to his hip bones.

“See! I told you it was a good spot!” Dream giggled happily, continuing to push his thumbs into the bones and drilling in every few seconds with as much pressure as he could. He slowly moved his fingers up, squeezing at the fleshy muscle directly above the bones and smirked when George let out a blood-curdling screech in response.

“Geez, another good spot! I’m just hitting the jackpot today, aren’t I, baby?” George scrunched his nose up at that, shaking his head wildly in disagreement.

“You alreheheady know thehehem!”

Dream giggled harder at the accusation, shrugging his shoulders to himself as he continued to scribble into the soft skin.

“I do! And do you know what’s an even better spot?”

“N-nohohoho?!”

“Here!” George was thrown into cackles as Dream slotted his thumbs into the highly sensitive area between his hips and thighs, rubbing into the muscle there and causing George to spasm and jerk every which way.

“Oh FUHUHUCK, P-PLEHEHEASE! GEHEHET OFF!” George bucked his hips up as much as he could, but it got him nowhere. Dream was sat perfectly balanced on his thighs, continuing to press quick circles into the crease and sending George into a cycle of thrashing, screaming and wailing.

Through his hysterics, he heard a knock at the door, making him turn his head quickly towards the sound as if he’d suddenly be able to see through the black cloth covering his face.

“Am I too late?” The familiar voice bounced off the walls of the room, accompanying his laughter in the smallest of ways. Dream giggled and shook his head, motioning for Sapnap to enter. George heard the door shut and his laughter increased with the knowledge that they were no longer alone.

“Whahahat do you mean ‘too lahahate’?!” George exclaimed, throwing his head back and forth to try and fling the blindfold from his head. When this didn’t work, he scrunched his shoulders up and rubbed the side of his head along them, praying that the cloth would catch his bare skin due to the sweat, but found that it was impossible with the way Dream had secured it around his head.

“Well I couldn’t completely tear you down by myself, now, could I? So I may have called in some…reinforcements.” Dream explained, running his nails over the tops of George’s thighs while he spoke to allow his laughter to calm down a little more.

“W-Why?! I- That’s…that’s cheating!” George felt the bed dip to the left of him, wincing and jerking his body away when cold fingers trailed down from his wrist to his triceps, wiggling and making him burst into giggles once again.

“Is it cheating if you asked to be taken apart, kitten?” Sapnap chimed in closer to his ear than expected, giggling harder when the younger boy began to drag his beard over the shell of his ear. As much as George twisted and thrashed his head, Sapnap followed his every move, giggling along with him and continuing to tickle him with his facial hair.

“I- I didn’t! I-” George’s protest was cut off with a firm hand over his mouth, muffling his complaints and making him grunt in retaliation.

“Don’t even try it, Georgie. We both know you begged Dream for this. You just love being a silly little tickle toy, don’t you sweetheart?”

Sapnap received a longer whine in response, sending the two younger boys into a fit of giggles as George’s cheeks turned a deeper red. He shook his head from side to side, trying to dislodge Sapnap’s hand but getting absolutely nowhere.

“He does. And he’s just so ticklish, you know? He can’t help it.” Dream added, causing George to scream out behind Sapnap’s hand in flustered frustration, trying to block out their words with his yelling but proving to only egg them on further.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, we know you love it. Don’t even try to deny it. We’ll give you exactly what you want, don’t worry.” Sapnap lifted his hand from George’s mouth, moving to tickle over his tricep again to make him laugh before he could continue to complain.

“Sap, help me for a second?” George’s triceps were finally abandoned, giving him some much needed time to take in deep breaths as Dream adjusted himself further down George’s legs, settling over his calves. He attempted to kick, trying to cause Dream to lose his balance, but this seemed to be a terrible idea as a set of small hands began to squeeze rapidly at his inner thighs. He shrieked at the surprise movement, throwing his head back and almost smacking it into the wall before falling into loud cackles and squeals.

“Here, get under his thighs for misbehaving.” Before George could think to protest, Dream lifted up onto his knees and took George’s calves with him, lifting both his legs off the bed and giving Sapnap unlimited access to the expanse over the back of George’s thighs. As soon as the wiggly fingers touched down over the upper parts, George screamed like his life was in danger. Sapnap continued to squeeze up and down the backs of his thighs, focusing on the area at the tops of them just to hear George wail.

“I-I’M SOHOHORRY! I- FUHUHUCK, PLEASE, I CAHAHAN��T HANDLE IT!”

“Promise not to try and kick us again?” Dream’s voice sounded farther away than he had anticipated him to be but didn’t pay it any mind, only focusing on getting the unbearable tickles to stop before he actually couldn’t handle anymore.

“Yehehes YES! I prohohomise!” George wasn’t ready for this to be over, Dream knew that, and so he tapped Sapnap’s arm a few times to give him the signal to slow down. Dream gently placed his legs back down onto the bed, not bothering to rub out the ghost tickles and forcing George to sit with the tingles shooting throughout his legs. The brunette whined at that, trying to rub his thighs against the blankets but failing to do so as Dream settled his weight back onto George’s calves.

“Alright, now we can move on to what most likely will be the grand finale…” Dream spoke with a mischievous tone, sending a chill down George’s spine. He felt a hand wrap around his left ankle and the realization finally sunk in that Dream had adjusted himself to face his feet. He immediately broke out into panicked giggles, scrunching his toes and using his feet to try and cover the other in an attempt to save himself from the tickles. This was pointless though as the two just gripped an ankle each, pulling them apart slightly to make sure that one couldn’t protect the other.

A loud whirring noise sounded throughout the room, sending George into another panic as he yanked at his arms with all the strength he could muster up.

“What the fuhuhck is thahat?!”

“You don’t recognize your good friend? The electric toothbrush?” George could hear the smirk in Dream’s tease, feeling goosebumps expanding over his skin and visibly shivering when Sapnap leaned forward and held the toothbrush next to his ear. He then dusted the electric toothbrush over George’s collarbone and up the side of his neck, causing him to fling himself back against the headboard with a thud.

“F-Fuhuhuck you!” George spat, immediately biting his bottom lip as he realized his mistake. It was silent for a few seconds before he burst into loud giggles, feeling fingers fluttering over both of his arches.

“Oh?” He heard Sapnap question as the electric toothbrush disappeared from his neck and felt the bed dip, letting him know where the younger boy was headed.

“Nahahaha no! I’m- I’m sorry!” He pleaded with his two best friends for his stupid mistake, praying they’d listen, or at the least, feel bad for him.

“Too late, Georgie. You’re fucked now.” Sapnap responded from what sounded like the end of the bed, feeling a new wave of panic spread throughout his body when he felt two large hands gripping his foot, grabbing at his toes and causing him to shriek. He felt his left sock slowly slide off, sending him into a panic.

“Care to do the honors?”

“I’d love nothing more, Dreamie.”

“Sahahap- Sapnap, don’t you dare- NAHAHAHA FUCK! NONONOHO!”

Dream continued to hold George’s left foot as steady as he could, pulling his toes back and trying to spread them out as much as possible as Sapnap guided the electric toothbrush between each one with precision. The youngest boy made sure to pay extra attention to the spot between his third and fourth toe, having much experience with the spot and knowing just how torturous it could be for the squealing man in front of him.

“Jesus, George, you’re so fucking ticklish, huh?” Sapnap commented, making the elder whine through his hysterics as he attempted to buck Dream off of his calves. However, Dream didn’t budge, and Sapnap only intensified the tickles by tracing his nails over the ball of his foot, holding the toothbrush down with a little more pressure to make him howl.

“Don’t forget the other one, Sap!” Dream mentioned as if he were speaking about anything other than tormenting the life out of George, giggling quietly as he switched to hold back the toes on George’s right foot, yanking off the sock and throwing it across the room before doing so.

George couldn’t see what was happening due to the blindfold holding strongly, but let out a gasp through his giggles when he heard the familiar sound of the cap opening once more. He pleaded with the two to not use the oil, begging to be let go, but his pleas fell on deaf ears and he felt the cold liquid drip onto his right foot. He was instantly thrown into cackles as he felt fingers dance over his arches, focusing on the spot right under the ball of his foot that he knew the others were aware drove him mad.

“NAHAHA- PLEHEHEASE PLEASE! SAHAHAPNAHAHAP!”

“Sorry, Georgie, I can’t understand you through your giggles! Can you try again?” Sapnap teased, taking the opportunity to shove his fingers just below George’s toes as soon as he attempted to speak again, sending the older boy into a frenzy of panicked wails and squeals. He tried with all his might to curl his toes, to push out Sapnap’s tickling fingers the best he could, but it was no use. Sapnap held onto the top of his foot tightly with one hand, pressing along with Dream’s hold to make sure his fingers stayed put under his extremely ticklish toes.

“I think we’re gonna kill him.” Dream stated as he turned his head to watch George writhe in his restraints from side to side, seeing how hard he was yanking and how wet the cloth over his eyes seemed to be. The blonde let go of his foot, allowing Sapnap to torment his arches for a few more seconds before reaching for George’s left foot, which was thrashing as much as it could with the weight of Dream on his legs holding it down.

Dream gripped the squirmy foot between his hands tightly, using the right one to tickle over the tops of his foot while the left one focused on the soles, flinging George into a whole new wave of hysterics. He kicked and twitched his foot as much as he could, but Dream’s grip never wavered. He had no choice but to sit back and take whatever torture the two wanted him to endure, the safeword stuck on the tip of his tongue but not quite ready to be heard.

“DREHEHEHEAM!” George squealed out as Dream’s fingers found the tops of his toes, using his nails to trace over the digits as they scrunched and wiggled as much as they were able to. Dream and Sapnap both laughed at the reaction, Sapnap switching to shove his fingers between all of George’s toes before using his free hand to trace over the tops of the toes he was tormenting as well. That was the final push over the threshold for George, causing him to scream out his safeword as loud as he possibly could.

“R-REHEHED! RED, REHEHED RED RED!”

At the first mention of the word, the two were quick to stop the tickling, holding onto each foot tightly and rubbing away the tickly feelings as much as possible. George continued his cackling, twisting his feet in an attempt to yank them away from the hands trying to comfort them.

“It’s okay, angel, we’re done tickling. We’re done, I promise.” Dream slid off of George’s calves, moving up to kneel by his right side while Sapnap followed his movements and situated himself to George’s left.

“How was that, hm?” Sapnap spoke softly, rubbing a hand over the brunette’s thigh and smiling gently at him as Dream reached forward to remove the blindfold. George opened his eyes slowly once the cloth was off, blinking a few times to rid them of the tears that were clouding his vision and squinting as he got used to the light. When he was finally able to open them fully, he looked between the two bashfully, embarrassed at the position he was in but loving every second.

“Ohoho my Gohohod. That was so…”

“Yeah? Was it good, baby? Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeheheheah…”

“I’m glad, Georgie.”

The giggles showed no signs of stopping as George continued to feel the ghost tickles lingering. He was smiling wide, letting his head lull to the side with his eyes closed comfortably; he was entirely blissed out from the tickling he had just endured and wasn’t sure he would ever come down from this high. Sapnap ran a hand through his tangled hair, chuckling when he hit knots instantly from how matted it was from all the thrashing the older boy had done. Dream giggled along with the two, making a move to untie George’s right wrist with Sapnap mirroring him and undoing the left.

After the two had untied him, rubbing his wrists and soothing them in the best way they could with their soft touches, George allowed himself to relax, slipping down and laying against the blankets below him. After a few moments of silence, he smiled up at his best friends, turning a bright shade of red before clearing his throat to speak.

“So uh…round two, anyone?”

(you can find this fic on ao3 here!)

#lee!george #ler!dream #ler!sapnap #i think i am a little bit in love with this #i worked really hard to get all of my thoughts out #turns out i had too many #but theres always room for round two right???#i really hope you enjoy! im kind of really proud and happy with the way this one turned out #mushies lee!george week #mushie fics #mcyt tickle #my stuff

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awkwardtickleetoo · 10 months

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Lee!George Week Day 6 - Intense Tickles

well. this has taken way too long

I'm sorry it took like 8 years to get this out, but I'm hoping that it being literally 12k words will maybe make up for it a little??? thanks everyone for being patient, I hope you guys still like this <3 and day 7 will be out shortly!! for real this time lmao

this is still part of the lee!george week event that mush put together!! you can find the prompts here, and if you want to participate make sure to use the tag "mushie's lee!george week" when you post <3

WARNINGS: feet nibbles!! I can't sugar coat it, dream fully nibbles on george's feet/toes!! there's nothing weird or nsfw about it, but I know a lot of people really do not like that kind of stuff, so this is your warning, if you don't like mouth tickles and/or feet tickles, they are both featured in this PRETTY heavily, so either skip this one or proceed with caution <3

this entire fic is pretty nibble-centric, so if mouth tickles are where your issue lies, I'd say skip this one, BUT if it's just the feet tickles/feet nibbles that bother you, I'm gonna highlight the last word before it and the first word after it in green so you can skip just that section if needed!!

thank you guys for being understanding <3

lee!george, ler!dream, ~12k words

enjoy!

Dream, Sapnap, and George had arrived back home in Orlando the previous day from their two and a half week long trip, which was split between North Carolina for George and Sapnap and then Los Angeles for all three of them. The plane landed on smooth pavement at 6pm on Monday evening, and the three went out to dinner and then headed home to finally get some well deserved rest and relaxation. They had all piled into the reclining chairs in the movie room, sharing the biggest blanket they owned in the house and watching a few hours worth of movies and TV shows, before finally heading up to their own respective rooms for the night. They planned to take the next day or two as well to get back on their Orlando schedule, since they wouldn't be traveling again for a while.

Fortunately for Dream, and unfortunately for George, this meant there was plenty of time for Dream to enact a very evil plan that he had been forming in his mind since he dropped the other two off at the airport to head to Karl's house. And Dream was not going to wait any longer to do so.

He'd prepared everything he needed to complete this task the night before, not wanting to waste any time or risk any complications the next day when he put it into action, so everything was completely ready to go when he left his room and left the door barely cracked behind him. He padded his socked feet across the floor with a subtle pep in his step, trying to stay as calm and collected as possible so he wouldn't risk revealing his plans too early. He planned to go up the stairs and head to George's room, hoping to find him there and make sure he wasn't still asleep, but he was redirected when he heard noise in the kitchen, switching to follow the sound instead to see who it was.

To his luck, it was George, nearly finished blending a smoothie at the counter with his back facing Dream. This, Dream decided, was the absolute perfect time to get moving.

"George?" He called softly as the whirring of the blender slowed to a stop, tapping his knuckle against the wall three times to alert George of his presence. The elder startled a little, whipping his head over to look at Dream, before a wide smile spread across his face. Dream couldn't help but smile as well. "Hey!"

"Hi," George responded, turning his attention back to the blender as he took it off the stand and began pouring it into a glass. Dream slowly walked over to him, gently bumping George's hip with his when he made it there and making them both giggle. George did it back, and they both giggled harder, and George shook his head fondly at the actions.

"Whatcha makin'?" Dream asked, rocking back and forth on his feet.

"Smoothie. It's got, uh…" George paused, picking up the bag of frozen fruit and reading the list on the front. "Strawberries, pineapple, mango, and peaches in it. I usually make it with bananas but we don't have any so I used these instead… you wanna try?"

"Sure!" Dream agreed, nodding happily. To George's credit, his smoothies were always fantastic, perfectly blended and perfectly balanced in flavor. George took out another glass and poured Dream some of the smoothie mix, about halfway full just in case he didn't want to finish it, and he then grabbed a cup with a straw and lid that he'd set to the side and poured the remaining amount into it before putting it into the fridge. He stepped back over to where he was standing next to Dream, pressing into Dream's side as he picked up his phone, and Dream looked over George's shoulder as he sipped the smoothie to see him texting Sapnap that 'hey idiot there's extra smoothie in a cup in the fridge for you if you want it' before placing his phone back down on the counter, leaving it open on the text.

"So?" George asked as he went to take a sip of his own smoothie, looking up at Dream and waiting for a response.

"It's really good! I like that you can taste the mango in it."

"Me too. I'm shocked I even got to use it, since all you ever do is eat the mango out of every package we buy."

"Ha, ha. Very funny. That's why we buy extra mango, you little idiot." Both boys smiled as they bickered, the jabs clearly playful, and Dream glanced over at the dirty blender before pointing at it. "Want me to wash that for you?"

"Uh– yeah, sure, thanks," George nodded a bit as he spoke, smiling up at Dream in appreciation. Dream grabbed the blender, catching a glimpse of George's phone again and seeing that Sapnap had replied with two messages, saying 'no ew fuck you' and then 'thanks kitten <3' immediately after. He watched George type out 'i hate you' and then 'ur welcome stupid' and then turn off his phone and slip it back in his pocket, and he finally went to rinse out the blender. Dream finished washing it, rinsing the soap out and placing it upside down on the drain board to dry, just in time to turn around and see George about halfway finished with his drink. Dream grabbed his own empty glass, washing that out as well, just in time to reach out his hand and offer to take George's now empty glass too. George smiled at him again, letting out a small giggle this time at the way he was completely correctly predicted, and Dream finally finished the dishes and dried his hands.

It was now or never, he supposed.

"Hey, George?" He started off, leaning back against the counter the same way George was and placing his hand on top of it, behind George's back. His thumb was within reach of the back of George's t-shirt, so he slid it forward, curling his pointer finger around the edge of the counter and trailing the tip of his thumb against George's spine.

"Hey, Dream?" George mimicked Dream's tone, turning his head to look up at him.

"Do you remember what I told you right before you and Sapnap left?" George furrowed his eyebrows in thought, pressing his lips into a line and tilting his head to the side. "Like, right as I dropped you guys off at the airport, when I called you back to the car?"

"Um…" George said, before his eyes widened and he looked at Dream in shock. "Oh…"

Bingo.

"Aw, good! You do remember," Dream said with a smile, significantly more sinister than the fond one he'd been sporting the whole time. He slid his hand forward on the counter when he noticed George take a step back, leaning down to be closer to George's face and lowering his voice. "I think it's time I show you what I have in mind, don't you agree?"

"Drehe– Dreheheam I– I don't think that's nehecessary–" George stuttered, already letting out nervous giggles. He felt the heat rise to his face, positive that Dream could see the pink tint rising with it, but he still attempted to keep his cool. He stepped back again, then once more, then tried to take a third, but he was stopped by Dream's hand on his waist, pulling him close and tight into his chest. He gasped at the pull and leaned backwards, placing one hand against Dream's stomach to keep their distance and flicking his head down for a second to look at the grip Dream had on him before looking back up at him with wide eyes. "Dream, c'mohon. Don't."

"I want to, though, is the crazy thing," Dream said, squinting his eyes in a way that was just so Dream that it made George's heart flutter and made his giggles lighten up a bit more.

"Dream, no, we can't, I can't, I'm–" George tried to bargain, pushing Dream away and moving to take another step back.

Suddenly, Dream took his hand off George's waist and crouched slightly, wrapping his arms around George's thighs and lifting him off the ground, throwing him halfway over his shoulder and walking towards his own bedroom before George got the chance to even process what had happened.

"DREAM!" George yelled, entirely caught off guard, squirming and kicking in Dream's arms and pushing at his shoulder to try to get away. "LET GO, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! PUT ME DOWN!"

"No can do, Georgie," Dream said, adjusting his grip and hoisting George up further when he began sliding down, making George squeak and grip onto Dream's shoulder harder. He went still for a second, regaining his balance so he could be sure he wouldn't fall and hurt himself if Dream did suddenly let go or drop him, before placing his free hand on the back of Dream's head for stability and moving the one that one on his shoulder up to cover his mouth. "My mind's been made up for two weeks. You can't stop me."

"Dreheheam, this– oh my gohohod–" George still let out his nervous giggles, butterflies erupting in his tummy as he thought more and more about what Dream might have planned for him. He dropped his hand from over his mouth to squeeze Dream's shoulder again, as they rounded a corner that made him sway a little too far to the side for his comfort.

They finally made it to Dream's room, and George expected to be taken over to Dream's bed, but instead Dream walked past the bedroom door and into his office next to his bedroom instead. George laughed nervously as he was brought into the room, twisting and turning in Dream's arms to check his surroundings for anything suspicious.

"Whyhyhy– why in here? Why– why nohot one of, like… our nor– normal beheheds?" George asked, obviously confused on top of his fluttery nervousness. Dream slid him down in his arms, barely a foot just to get closer to his face, making George squeak and grab onto both Dream's shoulders for stability as he slid. He was still unable to touch the ground, even when he looked down and stretched his foot as far as it would go, and the material of his t-shirt had caught between them, making George even more nervous as the bare skin on the now exposed strip of his stomach pressed against Dream's shirt as well. George couldn't stop giggling, the butterflies in his tummy threatening to explode out any minute, but he still looked at Dream and caught his eye when he noticed him staring at him.

"Why in here?" Dream repeated, earning a confused nod from George. Dream pushed the office door closed with his foot, smirking menacingly at George as he reached over to the knob, and George breathed anxiously at the sound of the lock clicking. "Because it's soundproof."

"Wh– DREAM?!" George yelped out in shock when Dream suddenly lunged forward and threw him onto the small bed against the wall of his office. He bounced on the soft mattress when he landed, taking barely a second to comprehend what had happened before he was trying to sit up and crawl off the bed, but Dream was even faster than him, jumping on the bed at the same time and immediately straddling George's thighs. "NO, NO! GET AWAY, GET OFF!" George shouted, sitting up and pushing at Dream's knees to try to get him away, then at his chest and shoulders, then against the mattress to try and push himself off as well, before Dream stopped him.

"Nope," He said simply, pressing one palm flat to George's chest and pushing him down against the bed. George fought him the whole way down, pushing against him and squirming and screaming and protesting, but it was no use.

"DREAM, JUST– STOP!" George attempted one final time, as his elbows finally gave out and he was forced the rest of the way down, laying flat against the narrow bed, barely 30 seconds after he had been haphazardly tossed on top of it like an extra throw blanket. He breathed heavily, nerves bubbling up in his stomach, the rapid rise and fall of his chest barely even affecting Dreams's hand. "Dream. This is stupid."

"Relax. You're being a baby."

"I'M– WHAT?!" George exclaimed, in complete disbelief at the accusation. He knew Dream had only said it to get a rise out of him, and embarrassingly, it worked like a charm. "DO YOU NOT HEAR YOURSELF?!"

"Oh c'mon, George, all I'm gonna do is tickle you until you cry, it's not that crazy," Dream explained casually, barely giving George time to react when he suddenly grabbed his wrists. George gasped and flinched away, pulling his arms away and holding them to his chest.

"WH– THAT– WHAT? YOU'RE– ARE YOU INSANE?" George sputtered, unable to form a proper sentence at first as the weight of Dream's words flooded over his body.

"Yes. Now give me your wrists," Dream said simply, holding out his hands and making subtle grabby hands at George's arms. When George didn't hand them over, he reached out and grabbed his wrists again, smiling menacingly as George struggled to pull them away again.

"NO?! Fuck off, Dream, no, Dream, NO!" George squealed, sliding his arms out of Dream's grip again. Dream simply grabbed him once again, holding tighter, until he decided to play into the fight and let George slip away so he could just grab him more. They continued their game of cat and mouse for quite a bit longer, with Dream laughing and giggling happily and George screaming and fighting for his life the whole time. "I'M NOT– STOP! LET GO, STOP IT!"

"Shhhh, relax, Georgie. Just relax." Dream soothed, finally deciding to put a stop to George's fighting and firmly grip his wrists, holding them up in the air above his face so he could see that Dream was serious this time. George gasped, letting out a small sound from the back of his throat when he tried to pull again and was truly unsuccessful. "Relax. Okay? You know I won't actually do anything bad, you're gonna be fine."

"Dre‐Dreheam– dohon't…" The smaller boy whimpered, shaking his head. Dream just giggled again, pulling his wrists upwards and placing a small kiss on each of them to comfort him. "Oh, Dreheheheam…" George whined bashfully, closing his eyes and turning his head to rest his cheek on the soft pillow behind his head.

"It's okay, sweet boy," Dream spoke quietly, dropping George's right wrist and tugging his left up to the corner of the bed. George's breath caught in his throat the second he felt his wrist being pressed flat against the top of the mattress, and he whipped his head around to stare wide-eyed at what Dream was doing. His squirming and pulling started up again the second he saw Dream pulling the cuff up from behind the bed and wrapping it around his wrist.

"NO– oh my god, Dream, don't, do NOT, don't do it, please, NO, DREAM–" George turned his body to the side, using his free hand to push as hard as he could at Dream's hands, trying desperately to get him away from his wrist. He heard the first clasp of the cuffs clink, followed by the second, and then Dream leaned back and left his wrist alone. He tried to pull on it, reaching up with his other hand to try to undo it himself, whining and whimpering when nothing worked. He yanked his arm as much as he could manage, biting back more nervous laughter when Dream then took hold of his other wrist, repeating his earlier actions and pulling it up to the opposite corner. "Dream, STOP!"

"Stop whining," Dream reprimanded, pulling up the second cuff and tightening it around George's wrist. He secured both clasps, twisting the material so it didn't irritate George at all, and then he backed off for a few seconds to give George some space. The elder, against Dream's words, kept whining, tugging at his wrists and letting his head fall back and his eyes squeeze shut when he realized he couldn't escape. Dream let him calm himself down for a few moments, before gently brushing his fingers through George's hair and resting the other hand on his hip, palm first so he knew the touch wasn't cruel just yet. "Hey, baby. Can you look at me for a second? Just a second. Then you can hide all you want." George whined, squeezing his eyes tighter before blinking them open and looking nervously up at Dream. As soon as their eyes met, George's shoulders relaxed, he stopped pulling at his arms, and he let out a soft breath. "There's my kitten, hi angel. You doing okay?"

"Mhm, yeah," George responded, voice soft and slightly shaky already from all the yelling and heavy breathing he'd been doing that tired him out. Dream smiled down at him.

"Good." Dream reached his fingers up to mess with the cuffs, slipping his pointer finger into the tops of both of them as he continued. "These feel okay too? Not too tight, not too loose? They're alright when you pull on them?"

"Yeah, they're– they're good. They're okay." George pulled lightly on them a couple times for demonstration, nodding. Dream's smile widened, showing his canines and scrunching up the corners of his eyes.

"Perfect. If at any point you need to stop, like completely, a hard stop, you yell red, okay? Does that work for you?"

"Mhm, red. That's perfect," George said with a nod.

"And if I wanna check in and everything is okay to keep going. you say green?"

"Green. Got it."

"And if you need a pause, just to catch your breath for a minute or two but not a completely hard stop, yell pause. I know we usually use yellow, because the light system makes the most sense, but I wanna give you all one syllable words in case it's difficult to get out. Does that sound good? Red, pause, and green?"

"Red, pause, and green. That's perfect, Dream." They both smiled, letting out soft giggles as Dream nodded this time.

"Okay, great! Good… Really good," Dream mused, mostly to himself, patting George's side and then resting his palms flat on George's tummy. He tapped his fingers against George's tummy, through the material of his t-shirt, giggling as George sucked in his tummy and whined nervously, letting out a barely audible 'oh god' as he did so. "You ready, Georgie?"

"I dohon't– I don't really have much of a choice."

"Oh… yeah, I guess not, huh?" Dream said with a small chuckle, making George shake his head fondly.

"You're such an idiot, Dream."

"I know," Dream agreed, and then suddenly dug his fingers into George's upper ribs, where they started just below his underarms. George bursted into loud laughter, caught off guard by the quick movement, and he tensed his entire body at the feeling.

"FUCK– DREHEHEHEAM!" George squealed between his cackling laughter, throwing his head back against the pillow and squeezing his eyes shut. He shook his head, yanking at his arms to no avail. Dream pulled his fingers back slightly, this time rubbing slow circles into his ribs and the space in between. "Oh my GOHOHOHOD, Dreheheheam!"

"What's wrong, Georgie?" Dream asked smugly, tilting his head to the side in fake confusion.

"Ihihihit– it tihi– aha!"

"What was that? Sorry, you kinda cut yourself off a little, it what?"

"Ihihit tihihihi– nahaha–!"

"Oh, it tickles? Well yeah, baby boy, I would sure hope so!" Dream continued to pretend to be concerned, and he reached behind him to grab one of George's ankles, slipping his right leg out from underneath him and holding his foot up in the air.

"Fuhuhuck yohohou!" George said, and then gasped and yanked at his bound arms as he realized what Dream was doing. "NO! No, no, nonono, don't, whatever you're gonna do don't do it, NO– NOHO, DREHEHEAM!" He was lost to hysterical laughter almost instantly, as soon as Dream began scratching over the sole of his socked foot with two fingers. He twisted and turned and pulled at his leg as much as he could manage, shaking his head wildly before letting it fall against the pillow underneath him. "Dreheheheam, plehehehease!"

"Oh, c'mon, Georgie. This is nothing, you've handled way worse than this," Dream encouraged in his own backwards way. "You will handle way worse than this."

"Dohon't sahahay thahahat, oh my gohohohod–" George complained. Dream didn't respond, instead sliding his thumb into the top of George's sock and pulling it down his ankle, slipping it over his heel, still swiping his fingers up and down his sole in between movements. George gasped and pulled at his foot again, twisting and yanking a lot more frantically now, knowing exactly what was coming next. "NOHOHO, Dreheam, don't, dohohon't, don't you DAHAHAHARE– LET GOHOHO–"

"Jesus Christ, George, just– oh my god, stop KICKING– oh, you're being– you're so ridiculous, just–! STOP!" Dream fought with George's kicking leg the entire time, trying to find a way to keep him still enough to properly tickle him without risking a kick to the face. He pushed himself forward on George's other leg, wrapping his leg around the thigh that was held up in front of him to keep his leg in place at the top first, earning a squeal from the elder once he realized it was actually working. Then, he grabbed the toe of George's sock and slid it the rest of the way off, dropping it on the floor next to the bed before harshly grabbing George's big toe and holding him in place with one hand there and one hand cupped over his heel.

"Oh shit, oh gohod, Dreheheam–" George tried to plead, heart racing in his chest once he realized he was really, fully stuck in that position. Dream's hold was working, and they both knew that.

"God damn, now I can't even, like… how am I supposed to tickle you if it takes cuffs and every fucking limb just to keep you in place, like, do I just have to…" Dream mused, mostly to himself, but smiling at the whimper it got from George as an idea popped into his head.

He tilted his head to the side and smiled wider, looking up at George and baring his canine teeth as he did so.

Then, he leaned in, and experimentally nibbled the side of George's incredibly sensitive foot.

George reacted immediately, squealing and trying desperately to pull his foot away, his entire leg flinching in Dream's hold. He scrunched up his nose and squeezed his eyes shut, pulling at his arms again.

Dream repeated the action, going further and leaving a few nibbles this time, and George bursted out laughing as soon as he did so.

"DREHEHEAM, WHAHAHA– whahahat the FUHUHUCK, DREHEAM!" George protested, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion at how the fuck Dream had an idea like this. "Wh–whahaha– WHY?! S-STOHOP IHIHIT! Whahahat the FUCK?!"

"Listen, okay!" Dream began defensively. "I couldn't tickle you with both hands occupied holding one of your stupid little squirmy feet in place, okay? So I had to think quickly, and this seemed like the best solution, so… deal with it," Dream finished, and immediately dove back in to deliver more devious nibbles. George flinched and squealed again, squirming the rest of his body as much as he could manage to get his energy out.

"Thihihis ihis fuhucking weheheheird, Dream, stohop!"

"You keep saying stop but you're not seriously telling me to stop. You know exactly what you have to say to let me know you need to stop."

"This is STUHUHUPID, Dreheham, gehet OFF MEHEHEHE!"

"Georgie, what's your color?" Dream asked, rubbing his thumb gently over where it was gripping the side of his heel. George went quiet for a second, whimpering and sighing in defeat before mumbling something incoherent. "What, George?"

"I sahaid greheen, idiot."

"Good boy. That's what I thought." Dream immediately resumed his nibbles, this time moving them up and down the inside of George's foot from the ball to right above his heel.

"Oh, FUHUHUCK– Jesus CHRIHIHIST, DREHEAM–" George screamed out through his laughter, trying desperately to get Dream away from his foot, but nothing was working. "Yohohou are soho WEHEIRD!"

"Oh, am I?" Dream asked between nibbles, moving to the other side of the same foot, the outside this time, to see if it would get him any different reactions

"FUCK– YEHEHES! Yohohou're a fuhuckihing WEHEIRDO– GEHET YOUR STUHUHUPID MOHOUTH AWAY FROM MEHEHE, yohohou FREHEAK"

"Wow, weirdo and freak, huh? You really think that little of me, sweetheart?" Dream asked, exaggerating his sad facial expression when he caught George's eye. George immediately dropped his head back down to avoid looking at him for too long, knowing it would only make him giggle more, and groaned in frustration. He pulled at his arms again, yanking on them so hard Dream thought he might hurt himself, before trying the same with his legs with the same amount of success. He groaned again, falling off into a whine as the knowledge of how trapped he was kept circling around his head.

"Yehehes!"

"Yes?"

"Mhm."

"You really wanna stick with calling me a freak?" Dream smiled when he didn't get an immediate answer, having to bite his lip to stop himself from giggling at George's hesitation.

"…Mhm."

"Hmm… okay then! If I'm a freak, I might as well embrace it just to make you miserable for a while," Dream said, smile still evident in his voice, as he moved his hand to hold around the middle of George's foot, nibbling suddenly on his toes. George absolutely screeched, before falling into helpless, squeaky laughter, shaking his head and pulling his leg as much as he possibly could.

"NAHAHAHA, DREHEHEAM!" George yelled, arching his back and crashing back down, squirming wildly against the blankets below him, desperate for some kind of help. "STOHOP, PLEHEHE–AH! PLEHEHEASE!" George squealed when Dream caught his third toe with his canine tooth, curling his toes to try and get away from the sensation. In retaliation, Dream forced his fingers underneath George's scrunched toes and scratched at the skin there– knowing that was one of George's most sensitive spots in that area, if not the most sensitive– and moved his other hand down to the back of his ankle so he could nibble at his heel as well. George squeaked, quite adorably, before bursting into broken laughter again, gasping for air whenever he could, and trying to kick his leg again. He had gotten so used to being held in place and having his kicks be pointless that he didn't expect much of it, and he was incredibly shocked when his foot actually moved forward this time.

Dream did not appreciate the movement like he did.

"Did you just kick me?" Dream asked in disbelief, and George was already shaking his head before he even finished.

"NO! No, nononono, I didn't, I promise I didn't, I didn't mean to, I-I didn't– I didn't think– you were holding and I thought– I thought it wouldn't–"

"You kicked me!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Dream, I'm really sorry, please, please don't do anything, please–"

"Y'know… I think your other foot could use some attention too, don't you?" Dream said as he pulled George's other leg out from underneath him. George protested instantly, but Dream just continued pulling it out, propping it up, and began tugging off his sock. He moved slightly, pulling his other leg back from where it was still wrapped around George's thigh to mirror the position with his new target.

"NO, DON'T– Dream, don't, Dream, please, you can't do this, I can't take it, please," George pleaded, tugging at his arms and staring up at them helplessly when he barely moved the cuffs an inch.

"You know what to say if you can't take it, baby boy," Dream responded casually, tossing George's sock onto the floor to join the other. He wrapped one hand around George's ankle and the other around the top of his foot, leaning in and nibbling the inside of it just the same as he had done to the other one.

George was lost in hysterical laughter immediately.

"NOHOHO, Dreheheam, plehehehease!" He begged, twisting his foot however he could, using his now free leg to kick at Dream's thighs and stomach and arms to try to get him away. "STOHOHOP, DREHEAM, DOHOHON'T!"

"Kick me one more time and I'll tie your ankles and toes together and stay here the whole time. And I won't stop until you safeword," Dream threatened sternly, but his tone stayed casual, and George squeaked and immediately pulled his leg back, gently resting his foot on Dream's knee instead. "That got through to you?"

"Mhm," George whimpered, biting his lip and nodding.

"Good." Dream smiled, giggling to himself at George's tense body language. "Aww, sweet angel, I wouldn't be so cruel to you if you didn't deserve it. Take a breath, okay? You're alright," He soothed gently, patting George's foot and placing a soft kiss to his ankle. George nodded, and he did take a much needed breath, whining at the gentleness of the kiss compared to how fucking evil Dream was being to him. His reprieve was cut short, however, when Dream nibbled on his ankle lightly, making him squeal and let out a few tiny giggles again. Dream nibbled up his leg more, up the side of his calf, letting out little growls as he did so and giggling himself as George let out more confused protests at his actions.

"Whahaha–!" George giggled out, nose scrunched again and head thrown back. "Yohohou're soho WEHEIRD, oh my gohohod…" George complained, seemingly bashful, face burning bright red as he squirmed his hips slightly, sliding his heel against the bed and twisting his leg in Dream's hold.

"You're the one letting me tickle the life out of you though, aren't you?" Dream replied smugly, chuckling as George whined openly and squeezed his eyes shut. "Yeah, exactly. So you let me worry about how weird I am, okay, sweetheart?" Dream concluded, sliding his hands up George's leg. He wrapped one arm around his calf to keep it in place, letting the other hand come up to scratch behind his knee and returning to his nibbling, now hitting his inner thigh right above his knee. George gasped and squealed, whimpering as he tried desperately to hold in his laughter, his leg shaking in Dream's hold and his thigh tensing every time Dream's teeth grazed his skin. "Oh, c'mon, George, you can't hold back on me now."

"Sh-shut uhuhup–"

"Come on, you know you wanna laugh," Dream teased, blowing a tiny raspberry right on the inner thigh spot he'd been nibbling and cheering when it caused George to flinch and burst into laughter. "Yes! There we go, that wasn't so hard, was it, my kitten?"

"Whaha– yohohou nehever sahay kitten?!" George asked, in genuine confusion at where the sudden use of that name came from.

"I feel like it's appropriate for today. I'm taking it from Karl and Sapnap," Dream explained, before getting an evil idea, saying it before he could stop himself. He continued scratching behind George's knee the whole time, keeping him giggling, but not too much that he couldn't respond. "You're my kitten today."

"Oh gohohod– juhuhust… shuhut uhup!"

"Shut up? Okay! I'll just go back to nibbling!" Dream said, leaning back in and nibbling on George's inner thigh again before he could protest. George flinched and squealed, yanking his leg away, and Dream just grabbed both his thighs right above his knees and squeezed rapidly. George yelped again, pulling his legs in as much as he could, but Dream just followed him as he curled up anyway. He tried to kick his legs out, but it proved to go even worse when that only made it significantly easier for Dream to push his knees down against the bed, continuing to grab and squeeze at his thighs.

"NO– FUCK! LEHET GOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEASE– FUHUHUCK OFF!" George screamed, drumming his knees against the bed as well as he could when he was still held down, twisting and turning his arms, shoulders, and hips in an attempt to get away.

"God, Georgie, I love hearing you scream," Dream commented, making George shake his head and clamp his mouth shut so Dream didn't get the satisfaction of hearing him. "Come on, baby. Don't hold out on me. You know I'll just make it worse," He said, and George whimpered, but shook his head even more. He kicked his legs again, and he was able to knock one of Dream's hands off, but Dream just let go of his other leg and used both hands to grab the kicking one instead.

This time, however, he let George's leg drop down on the bed, pushing his knee down so his leg was slightly turned, and then pushed his shorts up a bit and leaned all the way down to nibble his inner thigh that way, keeping George's leg almost entirely immobilized against the bed.

Apparently, this was the worst thing that he ever could've done, because George was immediately begging, thrashing, screaming in laughter, doing anything and everything he could think of to get him to stop. Dream had no intention of doing so.

"NOHOHOHO, OH MY GOHOHOHOD– FUHUCK, PLEHEHEHEASE–" George screamed, turning to the side as much as he could and attempting to pin his legs together, but all he did was and up with his other thigh resting against Dream's head and keeping him in place between his legs. He kicked out instinctively, unable to do much else other than kick his leg uselessly against the bed and pull at his arms desperately. "DREHEHEAM, I CAHAHA– I CAN'T, I CAHAHAN'T! PLEHEHEASE!"

"This always has been one of your worst spots, Georgie, I'm kinda shocked I haven't lost a tooth yet," Dream said, unsure if George could even hear him over his booming laughter.

"DREHE– PAHAUSE! PAUSE, PLEHEHEASE!" George shouted, and Dream pulled back immediately, pressing his palm to George's thigh and rubbing away the leftover tingles for him. "Hohoholy fucking shihit…"

"You okay? I didn't go too overboard, did I?"

"Noho, I'm fihine, I just… cahan't fucking breheathe…" George said, chest rising and falling rapidly as he gulped down some desperately needed oxygen.

"Yeah… sorry, baby…" Dream mumbled shyly, adjusting their positions to be slightly more comfortable for when they continued. He moved to sit criss-cross between George's legs, grabbing his legs and gently laying them on top of his own thighs, so George's legs were almost wrapped around his waist.

"It's okay. Thank– thank you for, uh, pausing when I asked, though. I thought I was gonna die," George said with a small laugh, turning his head to the side as his face turned even more red as the fluttering position he was now put into.

"Of course, angel, I would never, ever wanna make you uncomfortable. You can pause as many times as you want, okay? And we'll stop whenever you want too," Dream reiterated, and George nodded. Dream let his hands rest on George's thighs, tugging the legs of his shorts down where they'd ridden up before gently rubbing his thumbs over his skin. Seconds later, George whimpered and gave a light tug to his arms, squeezing his hands into fists and biting his lip. Then, he shifted his legs, curling them around Dream's waist and squeezing him, pulling him in closer. Dream chuckled, letting him squirm for a few more seconds, before finally putting him out of his misery. "You want me to keep going?" He asked, and George nodded frantically. "I need a verbal answer, please, my baby kitten," He requested, knowing it would hit the nail perfectly on the head. George whimpered, tilting his head back, before nodding again.

"Yes, please," He mumbled along with his nod, just loud enough that he knew Dream would hear. Dream cooed, sliding his hands up George's thighs and resting them gently on his sides.

"Oh my god, you're so cute I could cry," Dream fawned, leaning over slightly to watch George's blushing face as he reacted to the compliment. He shook his head, squirming against Dream's hands on his sides, arching into the touch to try to get him to just shut up and get on with it, then whining when it got him nowhere.

"Shut uppppp, you're such an idiot," George complained, giggling when Dream delivered one tiny squeeze to his sides, already on edge of his next movement. He tensed his legs again, squeezing his knees tighter around Dream's waist, squirming as much as he could in his incredibly immobilizing position.

"I can't! You're just– you're so cute, like, just squirming around like a little worm and letting me completely destroy you and not even asking me to stop until you absolutely need me to, like– you're just like– you're adorable!" Dream finished off, bouncing George on the bed once just to test the waters, smiling as he broke into bright, giddy giggles, butterflies no doubt fluttering all around his tummy. "You're just so precious, Georgie, oh my god, you're literally like a little kitten, I just wanna–" He shook him again, repeatedly this time, holding his sides firmly and bouncing them both up and down against the mattress. George's giggles never stopped, and Dream giggled along with him, the silly, playful nature of the situation getting to both of them.

"Dreheheam!" George squeaked out, laughter becoming more high pitched the longer the bouncing went on, and when Dream finally stopped and let him rest flat again he was already out of breath and limp once again from laughing. "Yohou're so duhumb!"

"You're the one who's giggling like a little baby at it! Maybe you're dumb, then!"

"Shut uhup! Just go alreadyhy!" George complained, and Dream could tell he was actually getting antsy, especially with the way his legs curled around Dream's waist and his knees struggled not to curl up.

"Okay, okay, fine. Party pooper." Dream moved his hands back down to George's hips, his thumbs resting right on the spot between the tops of his thighs and the jutting bones of his hips. He pressed in softly, and the second George felt the pressure on that spot he was already squirming and yelling.

"No! Nononono, not there, not there, that is off limits, no!" George protested, yanking on his arms. Dream giggled, gasping as George pulled hard enough to actually slide himself up on the bed a few inches, squirming the whole way up. Dream grabbed his squirmy hips, pulling him even further down than he was before, and George screamed out as he realized he was even more screwed. Now, his arms were pulled taut, completely straight above his head and out towards the corners of the bed, and he couldn't bend his arms more than a few centimeters no matter how hard he tried to pull. His hips were tilted upwards now, his lower back resting against Dream's crossed ankles and his butt on his calves, and this time his thighs were in line with Dream's waist instead of his knees wrapping around them. "NO! NO, DREAM, DON'T, LET GO, LET ME GO, YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" He complained, trying to squirm away again, but he found himself pinned even worse than he already was. His entire torso was as stretched out as it could be, and he noticed the bottom of his t-shirt had ridden up as well. When Dream placed his hands back on his hips, he felt the tip of Dream's middle and ring fingers resting on his bare skin, and it took everything in him not to whine about it. He knew if he did, it would only make Dream torture him more. "Dream, please, please, this is evil, you can't do this, you know you can't!"

"Hmm… I think I can do whatever I want," Dream teased, and immediately dug his thumbs into the spot between George's thigh and hip that he'd teased already.

George yelled, pulling uselessly at his arms, breaking into chest-aching laughter as he tried his hardest to wiggle his hips away from the tickles. He arched his back, dropping down only seconds later as his body seemed to give in on itself for a moment, before.his squirming and shaking started up again at full force.

"Jesus Christ, Georgie, this is a good spot, huh?" He asked, tugging down the waistband of George's shorts and boxers just a tiny bit to be able to slide his thumbs underneath and dig into the same spot, right into George's skin this time. George nearly hit the ceiling with how hard he jumped and arched his back, his laughter raising in volume and desperation as he shook his head wildly.

"SHUHU– SHUHUT THE FUHUHUCK UHUHUP!" George yelled, blinking his eyes open before immediately squeezing them shut again. Dream could barely see the beginnings of tears forming in his eyes, and he heard how hard he had to gasp to be able to keep any air in his lungs, and he sensed that if he kept up with this technique and spot any longer that George might call his safeword much, much earlier than either of them would've liked for him to. He stopped what he was doing, wrapping his hands around George's hips and rubbing over the bone with his thumbs, letting George take in a few breaths before continuing.

"I'm gonna dedicate an entire day to that spot. Just so you know."

"I will… I will actually kill you," George responded between breaths, letting his tense body relax at the soothing touch.

"Meh… it'll be worth it," Dream said, and then he suddenly shifted himself and leaned down, nibbling right at George's protruding hip bones. George whined the second he touched down, squirming side to side and trying to slide his hips out of Dream's grip. "Oh, nibbles work well here, don't they?" Dream said, pressing his lips right against George's skin as he spoke, making him squirm even more.

"Sh-shuhut uhup!" George said for the millionth time, his tummy tensing and twitching with his laughter. His giggles were turning hicuppy, and he was not at all helped when Dream let the nail of his pointer finger scratch ever so gently over the line of skin between his hip bones. "Dreheheheheam!"

"George!" Dream responded, mimicking George's tone, pressing a group of tiny raspberries in a circle around George's hip and then jumping back into nibbling the bone. George squealed at the raspberries, arching his back again, his squeaky, hicuppy giggles making Dream want to continue forever.

"Dreheheam, plehehehease, sohomewhere ehehehelse!" George pleaded, whining again as Dream placed another raspberry down, on the inner side of his hip, and then followed it up with a soft kiss.

"Okay, but you're not gonna like it," Dream said as he slid his hands up George's sides, letting the hem of his shirt catch on his fingers and pushing it up to the middle of his ribcage. He kept his head against George's skin, resting his chin just underneath his bellybutton as he did so. George instinctively sucked in his tummy, pushing his chest up and curling as far away from Dream as he could, letting out a small noise of protest from the back of his throat.

"Oh god, why nohot…" George whined nervously.

"You know why, pretty boy." Without any hesitation, Dream leaned down and connected his teeth with the edges of George's belly button. The elder absolutely screeched, dissolving into flustered, breathy giggles, as he continued to try to curl away and suck in his stomach to get away.

"Oh nohoho! Nonono, Dreheheheam, plehehease, not thahaht!" George begged, kicking his legs out behind Dream, his tummy fluttering under the nibbles.

"Not that? Okay, let's try this then," Dream mumbled against George's tummy, not pulling away to speak this time, and making George flinch even more.

"No, no, NO– NOHOHO– Dreheheam!" George protested, as Dream slid his hands back down to George's sides and gently scratched at the backs of them, on either side of his spine. He arched his back instinctively, as far as he could, but he then had the horrifying realization that it only pushed his tummy further into Dream's mouth. And if he dropped down, he would land in Dream's hands. He was entirely stuck in place, giggling his head off, arching and curling up between evil fingers and even more evil nibbles, and he had no idea how he would handle the situation. "Fuhuck, oh god, Dreheheheam, plehehease, this is awfuhuhul."

"I know, baby," Dream mumbled, blowing another small raspberry right underneath his belly button just to see him flinch in both directions and let out another squeal. "Too bad I don't care."

"DREHEAM?!" George shouted in response, offended by the notion that Dream didn't even care that he was torturing him. Dream simply giggled, scratching even more unbearably light at his back and going back to nibbling the area all around his belly button.

George could feel every breath he took, expanding his chest and sitting between his ribs, and he could hear his laughter getting more squeaky and broken. He wasn't sure why, and he wasn't sure how, but it seemed like the more Dream stayed in those specific spots, completely unmoving and unwavering, the tickling only became more maddening. He was laughing harder now, way too hard for the soft techniques that were being used, and he realized he was becoming more frantic as time went on. Squirming more, gasping more, begging more, and once again, George was convinced he might die if he didn't get a break right that second.

"PAUSE, WAHAHAHAHAIT– WAHAIT, wahahait, wait, wait wait wait, wahait…" George babbled, catching his breath once again as Dream paused his tickling. Dream took both hands away from George's back, gently guiding his hips back down so his back was flat and his hips were against Dream's legs like before, helping his body relax. Dream rested one hand on his tummy, covering almost the entire surface of it and making George whimper through his breathing at the thought, holding his hip with the other one to comfort him.

"You okay? That one was more frantic."

"Yeah, yes, I'm good, I just– that, like, both at once, just… I couldn't do both at once."

"Too much?" Dream asked, slightly nervous at George's explanation.

"No! No, not at all, it just… it really, really t-ti…"

"Really, really tickled?"

"Shut up," George answered the second Dream spoke, making the younger bark out a laugh of his own, rubbing his palm over George's tummy to help calm him.

"You're cute," He stated, no question about it, making George scoff. "And pretty," He continued in the same tone, making George whine a bit at the compliment. They stayed silent for about 30 more seconds, before George spoke again.

"You– you can keep going now. Just don't do, like, back and front at once, okay? Two spots is fine, but that– that was a lot… and it hurt my back." George giggled at the end, shifting slightly in anticipation.

"Of course, sweet boy. As long as you're comfortable," Dream agreed, patting George's tummy before sliding his hands around his sides again, holding him gently. "You are comfortable, right?"

"Yeah, I am. Somehow," George said, smiling kindly up at Dream. Dream smiled back down at him the same way.

"Good. That's good, because I'm gonna switch it up a little bit," Dream explained, rubbing his thumbs up and down George's sides as he spoke. George furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"You're gonna switch it up?"

"Yeah. I think I've been too nice to you," Dream said nonchalantly, and George's eyes almost shot out of his head with how wide they got.

"WH– you think you've been TOO NICE?!"

"Yeah."

"Dream, I-I've had to take two breaks so far!"

"Eh, could've been more. I haven't broken you yet." Dream smirked, and immediately dug his thumbs into the area right above George's hips so he wouldn't have time to protest. He screamed out, falling into loud laughter and bucking his hips uselessly to try and get him away. "I'm gonna keep going until you use your safeword. Use it whenever you feel you need to, okay, baby?"

Miraculously, George still managed to nod in understanding through his shrieks and squeals, and Dream decided he would get the show on the road. He leaned down again, blowing a line of huge raspberries up and down George's left side, pressing far into his skin and gripping his other side so he couldn't pull away. He gasped for air between every raspberry, never getting more than a few seconds of rest while Dream took in enough air to deliver another one. Dream finished with his left side after going from the bottom of his ribcage, down to his hip, then back again, and repeating that process without stopping probably four or five times– George lost count after the second– and then he switched to his right side, doing the exact same thing. Bottom of his ribs, down to his hip, then up again, repeated five times (George was more confident in the guess this time).

"DREHEHE– DREHEAM, PLEHEHEHEASE!" He begged, voice broken and raspy, clearly nearing the end of its ropes and threatening to break and go silent very, very soon.

George's chest was already burning from his laughter, his throat dry and his stomach aching, and he had barely enough time to suck in two huge breaths and swallow his own saliva before Dream was already moving on. His next target was his tummy again, only slightly less cruel by avoiding his belly button. He nibbled up and down the sides of his tummy, as well as over his lower tummy, sprinkling in sporadic raspberries there as well. His laughter became less worryingly frantic with this technique, and he was able to calm down his shrill laughter enough to be bearable, even if it was still unbelievably hard for him to breathe.

"Dreheheheam, fuhuhuck! Oh gohohohohod, oh god, plehehehease stohohop!"

"No can do, Georgie!" Dream mumbled right into George's tummy, making him squeak even louder before falling into even more giggles. He nuzzled right into the side of his belly, smiling and giggling into his skin as he felt it flutter beneath him, clearly still tickled by his growing stubble and the rumbling of his words.

"Stahahaha–"

"Is this a good spot, sweetheart?" Dream asked, dragging his syllables out as much as he could on the last few words. "Do you like it here? It sounds like you like it here."

"Nohohoho!" George immediately protested, shaking his head wildly.

"Hmm… I think you like it there."

"Shuhuhut UHUP!" He could barely breathe to respond, gasping when he finished, shocked that any coherent words made it out at all. Suddenly there were hands on his ribs, and thumbs pressing into the middle of his ribcage on both sides– right between along the 5th rib from the bottom, where Dream knew was his favorite spot. "FUHUHUCK–!" He yelled, arching his back and trying desperately to dislodge Dream's hands. Nothing worked, and Dream's fingers stayed exactly where they were, massaging incessantly into his ribs, only moving every so often to switch to a different rib to keep George on edge. He continued placing tiny raspberries and nibbles all along the sides of George's belly, giggling into his skin every so often when he felt George have a particularly strong reaction.

"How are you doing up there, kitten?" Dream asked, smiling at the way George stuttered through wild laughter as he tried and failed to answer. "It's okay, I know the answer is 'I'm doing great, Dream, thanks for asking, this is everything I want and more', right?"

"OH MY GOHOHOHOD, I CAHAHAN'T, DREHEHEAM, I CAHANT BREHEATHE!" George finally managed to get out, taking a huge gasp for air after he finished speaking before it was too late to try.

"Oh no! So sorry about that!" Dream said, cruely insincere, and George whimpered and cut his laughter off to swallow before exploding into another wave. "I'll get right on that for you."

"FUHUHUCK YOHOU!" George screamed, feeling the tears that had been forming start to finally slip out of his eyes when he squeezed them shut so hard he began to see spots.

He felt his chest aching again, and he couldn't stop thinking about how desperate, how helpless, how utterly trapped he felt. His arms were useless, his legs were wrapped around Dream so he could barely even kick, and Dream was boxing him in pretty much completely– sitting between his legs, his hips on Dream's lap, hands holding his ribs, Dream's body essentially bent in half with his face pressed into his tummy– and he no longer had the strength to get away even if he'd been completely free. Those thoughts, combined with Dream's promise of 'I'm gonna keep going until you use your safeword' and his observation of 'I haven't broken you yet', circled rapidly around his brain, and only in that moment did he realize that Dream was actually going to break him. He whimpered, took in another sharp breath and swallowed, feeling breathless for a new reason, feeling his face flush even more and feeling the heat radiating off it when he turned his head to look up at his left wrist. He pulled at the cuffs a few times, less desperate and more observational, before whining again through his laughter.

"WAHAHAIT, WAHAIT, SLOHOW DOHOHOWN–" He pleaded, not needing another break but needing the absolutely maddening sensation on his ribs to relax slightly. Dream pulled his head up, moving his massaging fingers down to George's bottom ribs and drilling in circles, just to keep him laughing wildly and to make him arch his back with a choked noise.

He hadn't called for a stop or pause, so Dream wouldn't give him one.

"What's wrong, my kitten? Does it tickle?" Dream asked, faking his sincerity, which was almost more infuriating than him being obviously insincere. George groaned, squirming as much as he could through the discomfort of arching his back.

"Yehehehes!"

"Aw, right here?" Dream said, shifting up to his middle ribs again and making him drop back down with a squeal and more boisterous cackling.

"AHAHA– YEHEHEHEAH!"

"Really bad?"

"YEHEHEHES, YES, REHEALLY BAHAHAHAD!" George agreed with a frantic nod, hoping it would get him somewhere, yanking at his arms instinctively.

"Aww, baby," Dream said with a pout, shifting up to the top of his ribcage, barely below his underarms, and George squirmed nervously and tried to pull his arms down again at the proximity to such a deeply flustering spot for him. "I'm sure it does, angel. You poor thing. Poor baby kitten."

"Yohohou're so MEHEHEHEAN!" George whined, shifting his legs and kicking out as much as he could with Dream's body in the way. Dream laughed out loud at that, nodding his head.

"Thank you, I try," He responded, and then suddenly tugged the sleeves of George's t-shirt down to expose more skin and switched between fluttering his fingers and scratching his nails under George's arms. George's laughter switched almost instantly, beautifully, music to Dream's ears. His loud, painful, broken screams and cackles switched to incredibly shy, fluttery laughs and giggles, high pitched and continuous. His eyes relaxed slightly, staying squeezed shut, but not as painfully tight. His nose scrunched up too, and his head tilted back before falling to the side as he attempted to bury it in his arm. "Aw, baby, this spot is so embarrassing for you, isn't it?"

"Shuhuhuhut–" George cut himself off when his voice cracked, clearly hoarse and rough from everything he'd already been through. He clamped his mouth shut, trying to stay silent, but he burst back into bright and raspy giggles after only a few seconds. "Dreheheheam!"

"Yeah, sweet boy?" Dream asked softly, and George was too exhausted to care if that was real or fake sincerity. The name still made him whimper, hiding further in his arm. "Aw, c'mon, don't hide on me. Let me see your pretty face."

"Mm-mm, nohope," George protested, gasping and pulling on his arms when Dream scratched a little too close to the top of his underarm near his tricep.

"C'mooooon, please?" Dream pushed, reaching up with one hand to poke at George's cheek. George giggled and flinched away from the poke, squeaking when the hand went back down to his armpit, saying no again. "Okay, suit yourself," Dream conceded, and George peeked one eye out just in time to see Dream leaning down towards him, squeaking when he felt Dream press his lips right to the exposed side of his neck.

"NO, Dreheheam, doh–ON'T!" George squealed as Dream blew a raspberry against his skin, right in the middle of his neck, Dream's cheek pressed against his arm where it was still bound above him. He tried to scrunch his shoulder up without moving his face out of hiding, but it wasn't possible in his current position. "Dreheheheam, stohop, dohohon't do ihit aga–AHAIN!" He let out another yelp when the action was repeated, this time right behind his ear. He couldn't keep himself hidden through that, whipping his head back to face straight forward as he scrunched his neck up to get Dream away.. Dream did pull away, giggling at George's reaction.

"There's my pretty baby!" Dream exclaimed dramatically, making George groan, as he moved his hands up to hold both sides of George's face. "I missed you! Don't leave me again, stay like this." They both giggled at Dream's words, and George rolled his eyes and tilted his head back, letting his eyes shut again. "Okay, back to business!"

"Oh, fuhuck– FUCK!" George yelled out when Dream suddenly jumped his hands back down to his ribs, digging his thumbs into the same middle ribs and rubbing in quick, tiny circles. "GOHOHOD, NOHOHOHO!"

"Yes, Georgie, yes!" Dream teased back, continuing his thumb movements while he leaned down and blew a few more raspberries in a line on the side of George's tummy, nibbling in between them.

The switch from gentle yet insanely flustering tickling to the most brutal tickling George thought he ever felt was a lot, and it was way too much for his body to handle, sending a surge of energy that felt almost like an electric shock up to his brain the second it started. As soon as Dream caught the spot above his hipbone between his teeth again, George knew he had to call it quits, not convinced his body and mind could take much more torture without completely caving in on him.

"OKAHAHAY, OKAY, REHEHED, DREHEHEAM, PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOP!" George begged, yelling out his safeword in the middle of his sentence before collapsing into hysterical laughter, not even attempting to speak anymore. He trusted Dream to stop, and he did so the second he heard the word come out of George's mouth.

He rested his palms on George's ribs, pressing in with just enough pressure that George knew he wouldn't tickle anymore, but it would still push out the ghost tickles. Dream rubbed over his ribs for a while, letting him calm himself down and catch his breath, before glancing down at his still jumpy tummy and pressing one hand over it as well, repeating the soothing process. When he was done rubbing the residual tickles away, he placed his hands on George's thighs, rubbing his palms up and down the sides of them, until George finally seemed to fully calm down, at least enough to speak.

"How are we doing, angel?" Dream asked softly, watching George as he wracked his brain for a response.

"Mm… good…" He mumbled, his voice still shaky and hoarse. He swallowed, taking in another deep breath.

"Do you feel okay? Nothing hurts? Nothing feels bad?" Dream asked again, tapping his fingers against George's thighs gently. George shook his head.

"Mm-mm, everything's good. I feel good," He started, coughing a few times before continuing. "I mean… my throat is dry and my chest feels like it's on fire and I can feel your fingertips inside my ribcage, but yeah, I feel really good." They both laughed at that, and Dream nodded, reaching up and rubbing his thumb over George's ribs.

"Yeah, I… I may have gotten a little carried away. But you loved it, to be clear."

"Maybe I did."

"I mean, look at you. Like, actually, look," Dream said, and George lifted his head up as much as he could manage to look down at his torso.

There were red marks all over his tummy and sides from Dream's teeth and stubble scraping and rubbing ruthlessly against his skin. There were a few marks by his hips, slightly more faded than the rest, from the nibbles and digging fingers. And there were finger-shaped, bright red spots all over his ribcage from how harshly Dream had dug in. The sight made George's jaw drop, letting his head fall back against the pillows.

"Holy shit, Dream, did you turn into a monster or something? It looks like you tried to maul me," George said in disbelief, making them both giggle.

"I became a tickle monster, Georgie, what can I say," Dream replied, making them both fall into laughter again.

Dream was seconds away from standing up and starting his plan of taking care of George, when suddenly he realized there was one tiny detail that had slipped both their minds.

While Dream's office was soundproofed, it didn't drown out every single sound. It was nearly impossible to, some small sounds would always travel out through cracks in the door if they were loud enough, and while they wouldn't be too audible, they could definitely be heard if someone was close enough to the door of the room.

And they had a third person in the house. A third person who had open access to the kitchen… that Dream's door happened to be in the direct path of.

Sapnap made it downstairs just about 30 seconds before George needed to scream his safeword, intending to go grab the smoothie the aforementioned man had told him was left in the fridge if he wanted it. On his way down, he heard a sudden scream coming from Dream's bedroom area that was directly next to the stairs he had just walked down, extremely muffled but still audible enough for him to be concerned. He turned to his left and walked barely three steps to Dream's cracked open door, pushing it open and stepping inside.

"Dream?" He said quietly, glancing around and seeing the room was empty. He heard another scream, and he was able to place it as George's this time, and he assumed it was coming from Dream's office instead. He walked over to that door, putting his ear up to it and hearing that he was indeed right– there was definitely screaming, and it was definitely George– before he gently turned the handle, slowly so as to not alert either of the other boys.

To his dismay (or relief, he wasn't sure yet), it was locked.

So, he pulled out his phone and pulled up Dream's contact, messaging him 'wtf are you doing lol' and then a second message that said 'are u killing him in there??'. He placed his phone back in his pocket, scurrying off to the kitchen to grab the smoothie he was originally going to get, before going back and standing outside the door, now curious about the answer.

That was the moment Dream had his realization, and he picked up his phone to see the text from their youngest housemate. Dream smiled, almost evil, before gently grabbing George's legs and placing them on the bed next to him so he could stand up.

He stretched his legs as he stood, standing up on his toes and then dropping down, before stretching his arms over his head and arching his back, then relaxing that position as well.

"Hold on," He whispered, patting George's hip, before going over to the door and unlocking it. He opened the door slowly, cracking it open just enough to stick his head out and look at Sapnap. "Hey!"

"Hi! Um, are you guys okay? I thought I heard screaming and I just wanted to check in," Sapnap asked, fussing with the straw in his drink nervously, spinning it in circles.

"See for yourself." Dream smiled at him, opening the door further and pressing his back to it, giving him space to walk in. Sapnap stepped past him, his eyes immediately focused on the bed, and his eyes widened at what he saw.

George was laying there, wrists cuffed above his head, breathing heavily, and looking completely disheveled. His hair was a mess, his shirt was still pushed up and his shorts were still tugged slightly down, his socks were still on the floor, and his entire body was flushed red and sweaty. Ordinarily, Sapnap would make a joke about the two doing something inappropriate in there, but Sapnap knew exactly what had gone on without even having to ask any questions.

He felt the heat rising to his chest, his jaw dropping open and his eyebrows raised, feeling bashful himself just looking at the state George was in and thinking about how Dream managed to do that. He glanced up at Dream, giggling nervously, tapping the toe of his socked foot against the carpet.

"Oh…" He mumbled, flicking his eyes between the other two. "Oh, God, uh… wow."

"Did this help you get the idea?" Dream asked quietly, gently placing his hand on Sapnap's upper back and rubbing up and down.

"Ye– yeah it did, uh…" He stuttered, letting out a shaky breath. "Well, um, you guys have fun, I'm gonna go back upstairs now," He said, smiling up at Dream before walking out of the room, sipping his smoothie as he left. Dream couldn't help but burst out laughing as soon as Sapnap left, closing the door behind him and bracing himself on the doorknob. He recovered quickly, letting out a few leftover giggles as he walked back to George.

"That was so mean," George said with a smile, rolling his eyes and shaking his head fondly.

"Aw, come on, it was adorable!" Dream defended as he reached up to remove the cuff on George's left arm.

"You know how flustered he gets by this kinda stuff!" George sympathized, watching Dream as he worked. Dream finished removing the left cuff, gently taking George's wrist and placing a soft kiss to the red marks on it before guiding it down to him again. He started removing the right side as he spoke again.

"I do, but did you see his face! He got so shy so fast, it was so precious," Dream explained, pouting slightly at the cuteness. "I mean, it's not like he doesn't like it, he just gets embarrassed! It wasn't, like, making him actually uncomfortable. Just antsy." Dream placed another kiss on George's right wrist before letting go of his arms entirely, letting him have them back.

"That's true." George rubbed his wrists to get rid of the restricted feeling. He paused, smirking evilly up at Dream. "We should do this to him one day."

"I was already planning it the second I unlocked the door," Dream agreed, matching George's smile. He reached forward to adjust George's waistband, fixing it for him, before tugging his t-shirt down and patting his tummy gently, making George giggle and curl up. Dream turned around and reached into the mini-fridge next to his desk, pulling out a water bottle and handing it to George. "Sit up and drink this, please?"

"Mhm," George hummed, pushing himself up into a sitting position, his legs hanging off the side of the unnecessary high bed, kicking aimlessly as he thankfully accepted the water. While he drank, Dream kneeled down in front of him, grabbing one of his socks and bunching it up.

"One." He gently grabbed George's swinging leg and slid the sock on his foot, pulling it up over his ankle and adjusting the top, before letting that leg go and repeating the process with the other sock. "Two. Perfect." George smiled down at him, silently thanking him for the gesture, before taking another sip of water and capping the bottle again. Dream stood up, running his hand through George's hair to fix how messy and disheveled it was, before jumping back on the bed and laying down behind George. Then, he wrapped his arms around George's waist and yanked him down to lay with him, making him squeal and giggle all over again, squirming around until he was comfortable. Eventually he turned over in Dream's arms, facing him this time, and settled down in that position. "Is this okay?"

"Mhm, of course," He agreed, nuzzling into Dream more. They ended up with Dream on his back, his arm underneath George's head and curled around his shoulders, with George's legs curled and one arm between his knees. His other hand played with Dream's fingers on his free hand, and he nestled his head under Dream's chin on his chest. "My tummy still hurts from laughing so much."

"Aww, baby," Dream cooed, pressing his palm to George's tummy. George giggled, nervous at the touch, holding Dream's wrist to make sure he didn't do anything. "Poor little tummy."

"Shut uhup, Dream!"

"I can't! I just can't help it when you're so cute!"

"Okahay, okay, shut up. No more teasing," George said, pulling Dream's hand back and cupping it in his.

"Ugh, fine. I'll be nice now."

"Thank you." George relaxed against him again, staying quiet for a second before saying something else. "You know I'm definitely gonna get you back, right?" He asked, and Dream hummed out a sigh.

"Yeah. I do."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I kind of expected you'd want to."

"Good. Not now, though."

"No, not now. Now is cuddle time. I'll be nervous about payback starting tomorrow."

"Good. You should be."

"…You're gonna be ruthless, aren't you?"

"Ohhhh yeah. More ruthless than you could've even threatened to be to me."

"Oh god… should I be scared?"

"Very. I'm already planning it as we speak," George said with a chuckle, nuzzling more into Dream's chest and squeezing his hand. "Now shut up. Nap time."

And that is how Dream was left, wondering what George could possibly be planning, wondering when it would come. He knew by the next morning he would be scared out of his mind (he was never good with anticipation), and he would probably end up begging George to 'please just get it over with' in just a few days' time because he couldn't take the waiting.

But, for now, all he had to worry about was making sure George was comforted, safe, and held for as long as he wanted. So that's what he did, curling onto his side and wrapping his other arm around George's side just to pull him closer. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head, hearing George chuckle softly, before they both drifted off into their well deserved nap for the foreseeable future.

#i am. a little bit in love with this one #a lot in love #fav #lee!george #ler!dream #mushies lee!george week #cals writing

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Now They Know (Dream x GeorgeNotFound x Sapnap)

Word count: 3108

Warning: Intense tickles, feet tickling, slight angst, and poor Gogy being a bit scared and embarrassed.

This is for Mushie's lee!George week! This is Day 6 and the prompt is Intense Tickles.

(This is my first time writing a truly traditional lee! I hope you like it! Please tell me what you think! Please!)

((This series is called Glass House!! Next part: Now Admit It))

George had a secret. While Dream and Sapnap knew pretty much everything about him, they didn't know one thing.

He didn't know exactly why it was something he kept hidden. He didn't think the other two would judge him or think of him as weird. Just whenever he tried to tell them, he couldn't. Something stopped him. Some small scared voice inside of him.

George liked being tickled. Really, everything about it. The feeling of the electricity that shot through him at any ticklish touch. The dizziness that the breathlessness brought. Tbe complete loss of brain function during it. The excitement of the fight. The teases and laughter of his friends when they got him down. The tingles in all of his muscles when it was over. Everything.

While he had yet to share his feelings with his best friends in an effort to indulge in it more, he did find himself in a unique position. Fans that seemed to share his same interest in tickling often made content that featured George being tickled. Art and stories could be found easily once he made a committed secret alt account on Twitter called @gigglygogy404. He has had the account for more than a year now and never had any slip-ups in that time. Always switching between the accounts properly and never interacting with tickle content on his main.

It all changed on one fateful night that seemed like any other.

The day itself had been a regular one as well. All three of the boys had been able to either stream or appear on someone else's, so they felt accomplished for the day.

Dream had been the last to get off a stream. George was laid on Dream's bed waiting for him when a notification from Sapnap interrupted his reading of a fanfiction where he was being tickled silly by Sapnap himself. George smiled to himself while he liked the story to finish it later and swiped away the Twitter app.

"Sap says the food's here, come on.", he said to Dream before hopping off the bed and heading out.

All three talked about their recent streams over chinese food. Dream suggested the other two make sure they check who else is streaming before going live, stating he got less viewers than he thought he would because so many of their friends were streaming at the same time. This wasn't unusual. Dream always paid attention to the numbers a little more than the other two. Of course the other two would only ever listen to his advice when he gave it, considering his success.

Plenty of laughter and teasing over dinner kept everyone's spirits high before they separated again; Sapnap off to edit and the other two back to Dream's room to hang out.

This was usual, Dream and George laid out on his bed just playing on their phones.

They had only settled in bed for enough time for George to watch two TikToks when Dream sighed.

"Did I send a tweet out about that stream? I did right?".

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you did.".

"Can I see your Twitter real quick?".

"Yeah. I'll be right back.". George handed Dream his phone and left to go to the bathroom.

George had let Dream go through his Twitter a million times and thought nothing of it, but he had forgotten that he never switched back to his main account.

Dream opened the app and went straight to the likes. He knew if he had tweeted out that he was streaming that George would have hit it with a like. But, his mission was quickly abandoned when he saw the last thing that was liked. It was a fanfiction. Dream furrowed his brows as he skimmed the first tweet in the chain. George didn't typically interact with this kind of fan content. He clicked back over to the main page to see what account he was on.

The account was called @gigglygogy404.

Dream stared for a moment, more confused than anything. He went back and skimmed through the fanfiction the account had liked. It was a story about George being tickled by Sapnap. Dream scrolled to the next like and his mouth actually dropped open in shock. It was Dream Team fanart, but nothing like Dream had seen before. In it, Dream had his arms wrapped around George from behind while Sapnap blew a raspberry into his stomach. The George was laughing and had a cute blush.

Dream startled when George was suddenly climbing back into the bed. He quickly swiped out of the app and back into TikTok before handing him back his phone.

Now, he hadn't meant to invade George's privacy and learn about his secret interest. But, he had. And now he didn't know what to do.

He briefly looked over at George scrolling through TikTok. He originally had asked for George's phone to find his Tweet instead of looking in his own account because he didn't want to lose his place on a MCC statistic post he was on, but suddenly it held no interest to him. His mind swirled with the new information about his best friend.

Suddenly, George tensed next to him. Dream looked over to see him quickly close out of the Twitter app.

Dream watched him. His little thumbs wiggled in panic over his phone screen. He pulled up the background apps and swiped Twitter away, just to select the app again. The boy let out a shaky breath as he saw it was still on @gigglygogy404. Then, he seemed frozen.

Dream's heart sunk a little at the sheer panic his best friend was showing.

"It's okay.", he spoke. George flinched at the words.

"Oh god.", he murmured, then covered his reddening face with both hands and curled into Dream.

Dream quickly collected the smaller into a hug, letting him hide himself into his hands against his chest.

Idly, he couldn't help the pride bubbling inside him that George was scared about what Dream had seen, but still chose to curl into him for comfort.

"It's okay George, please don't be upset.", he spoke softly and pressed his fingers through his hair.

"I'm going to cry.", he mumbled. It was barely audible with how muffled it was against his hands. Dream nearly crushed the boy to his chest at the words.

"No no please, George I promise it's okay.". George whimpered.

Sapnap knocked on the door and opened it before either could respond.

"Oh...what's going on in here? Georgie okay?". George whined and curled into him more. Dream shook his head 'no'. Sapnap crawled onto the bed and gave George's sides a few squeezes. Dream gasped as the boy squealed and shoved away from him at the ticklish feeling. "What's wrong George?", Sapnap asked as the boy fell onto his back and cowered under their gazes. "Blushing already?", he teased with a soft smile.

"Oh my god.", George groaned and covered his face again. Dream huffed in amusement.

"Sapnap, are you tickling him to make him feel better?".

"Well, yeah. I don't know, it usually works. Why is he all sad? What happened?". George peeked at Dream.

"He's embarrassed about something he shouldn't be. I think tickling him might actually be exactly what he needs.". George scoffed.

"Ooh really?".

Instantly, a small fight broke out. Dream went for George's hands, but he pulled them away just in time. The two scrambled to get a hold of the squirmy boy as he fought for his life.

"No please don't!!!", he cried out as Dream grabbed him and pulled his back against he chest. "Dream!!!", he screeched.

"What were you so embarrassed about Gogy? Can you tell me?".

"No!!". George shook his head frantically.

"Do I have to tickle it out of you?", Sapnap teased, giving a few pokes to George's helpless tummy. George squirmed back into Dream's body and broke into giggles.

"Now, wouldn't that be ironic?", Dream murmured quietly, directly into George's burning red ear. Sapnap didn't hear what Dream said, but just assumed it was some tease about tickling him.

"He's so blushy today!". Sapnap giggled gleefully as he started his tickle attack. Evil fingers descended on George's sensitive sides and he was a goner. Shrieks of laughter filled the room.

Dream smiled down at his best friends, suddenly reminded of the art George had liked.

"Sap, I think he needs a raspberry on his tummy.". Dream jostled George, who cried out in protest. Sapnap complied easily, tugging up George's shirt and attaching his mouth to his bare stomach. He blew raspberry after raspberry as George screamed and laughed hysterically.

"Does this remind you of anything?", Dream murmured into his ear.

"I hate you!!", he whined.

"Awww Gogy you don't mean that!", Sapnap giggled and pulled away, tickling into the jumpy tummy with both hands. George squealed and twisted in Dream's hold. "Are you gonna tell me what's wrong?".

Sapnap was definitely enjoying torturing his best friend. George was always really fun to tickle. The older was insanely ticklish and he really enjoyed his laugh. But, he was still concerned about the scene he had walked in on. He trusted Dream wouldn't let this happen if it would make anything worse for George, but he still wanted to know what happened so he could help.

Dream could tell Sapnap was troubled by what he had walked into. He studied him as he tickled the squirmy boy in his arms to pieces. Sapnap had said he was trying to cheer George up with tickling.

"Georgie, he basically knows.". Sapnap stopped the tickles and tugged George's shirt back down into place.

"What's going on?", Sapnap asked softly. He looked so young, suddenly. The worry was taking over.

George calmed down slowly, and the other two gave him the time he needed. Dream switched from restraining George to just holding him softly. He brushed the sweaty hair off his forehead for him.

"I'll tell you. But, I really don't want to be made fun of right now. I'm...", suddenly George twisted and buried his face in Dream's neck. Dream's eyes went wide as he held George closer, rubbing his back. "...I'm sorry. This is scary. Dream just tell him.". Sapnap made a small noise at George's state.

"I won't make fun of you.", he said gently, then looked at Dream. Dream smiled and shook his head in amusement.

"I don't know why he's being so dramatic, because I think you already know.". Dream used his free hand to grab George's phone and unlock it, handing it over to Sapnap. "Go to Twitter.". George whimpered. Sapnap hesitated, then opened it up and scrolled through the account. Instead of going to the likes he scrolled through the posts on the actual account. Every single one he saw was a repost of some kind of tickle content featuring George. Some posts were tickle art or fanfiction like Dream had seen, but a few were posts about fans speculating about the amount of tickling in the Dream Team house or theories about George's ticklishness. A very clear pattern. Sapnap smiled.

"Giggly Gogy?", he asked, walking two fingers up George's spine to make him squirm. "Okay so...you like being tickled. Right? Is that was this is about? There's no way you're hiding from me right now over this.". Dream and Sapnap shared an amused look. "I knew he liked being tickled, you did too right?". Dream chuckled and nodded. George squeaked in protest, refusing to come out of hiding.

"Go to his likes, the art is really cute.". Sapnap did as he was told and coo'ed at the art.

"Hey we just did that! Did you see the last thing he liked?". Dream nodded and Sapnap took a bit to skim the story. He hummed as an understanding took him over as he took in the story. In it, George is absolutely decimated. Tickled worse than Dream or Sapnap had ever tickled him before. The George in the story displayed behaviors that would have told actual Sapnap he needed to stop tickling, but the Sapnap in the story carried on. Story-George was tickled to tears, and then some. Story-George begged desperately for mercy, but didn't get it. Sapnap nodded slowly. "Ohhh okay, I get it.". George peeked out at him, blushing hilariously dark. Sapnap giggled and rolled his eyes. "Idiot.". Dream laughed.

"C'mon Georgie, come out of hiding.".

Sapnap watched as the scared boy peeled himself from Dream and just couldn't help himself, grabbing him and pulling him into a crushing hug. George sank into it gratefully.

"Gergg.", he lowly said the dumb nickname.

"Surpnurp.", George returned, hugging him back.

"You guys are cute.", Dream blurted. All three of them laughed.

Softly, Sapnap pushed George back to the bed and the two leaned over him. George couldn't help but cower.

"Can you give us a safeword?", Sapnap asked.

"...Skeppy.". Dream wheezed painfully and fell halfway onto George in a fit of laughter. Soon, they were all laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation.

"You're such an idiot!!".

As soon as George saw signs of the other two calming down he grabbed a hold of one of their hands each.

"What is about to happen?", he asked through nervous giggles. Dream looked at Sapnap.

"Okay. Me and Dream are going to tickle you. Like totally crazy. Tickle you to death.". George couldn't quit giggling, but he shook his head 'no'.

"Gonna tickle tickle tickle you.", Dream added, causing George to squeak in protest.

"And here's the deal. You can fight us all you want. Beg for mercy and beg us to stop all you want. But, we aren’t going to.". The two grinned like wolves.

Of course, the implication here was that he's already been given a safeword to use when he wants them to stop, but none of them wanted to break the illusion.

"You can't do this to me!", George cried out and instantly tried to sit up. Both boys shook his grip loose and Dream shoved him by his chest back down to the bed. George screamed as Sapnap grabbed his thigh and Dream pressed two clawed hands to his ribcage. Immediately, George was in hysterics. He threw his head back and cackled loudly, squirming wildly against the bed. He frantically kicked his legs, but Sapnap kept a firm grip on the thigh and kept massaging right into the sensitive muscle. He shoved at Dream's hands and chest, but Dream was much stronger than him. George had no chance in hell of getting out.

"Awww are you so ticklish? Are you tickle tickle ticklish?", Dream used a baby voice. George shrieked in protest and his face burned at the words. His crazed laughter raised in pitch.

"Stop!! Guys come on!!!", he yelled.

Sapnap giggled and scooted back, grabbing one of George's flying ankles and scribbling at his socked sole. George screamed and twisted.

"Uh oh!!", Dream coo'ed, seemingly unable to drop the baby act.

As Sapnap wrestled with George's sock, Dream grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head.

"Nonono!!!". Dream only smirked and nodded as he teased his fingertips against the open underarm. George shrieked in terror as his worst spot was left wide open and Sapnap finally tugged his sock off. Dream pressed into his most sensitive muscle in his underarm and massaged quick little circles. Sapnap scribbled up his bare foot. George wailed with laughter, squirming against the blankets wildly. "Please!! No more!!", he screamed. Tears streaked down his beet-red cheeks and Dream coo'ed.

Sapnap put his ankle in a headlock and started playing with his toes. Wiggling each of them and teasing between them.

"Little piggies.", he sang playfully. George's toes curled helplessly against the ticklish touch. Every time Sapnap played with his last two toes his laughter would shoot up a few octaves. "Are these ones the worst? Huh? Too ticklish for you Georgie?". George could only shake his head and squeal through his laughter in response.

Dream laughed as he switched back and forth between drilling into George's underarm and clawing gently at it. George's cackles increased steadily as he lost his mind under all the tickling.

"Please!!", he screeched.

Dream looked back at Sapnap and they grinned at each other. George was just too cute, really.

"Awww what's wrong Gogy?", Sapnap teased as he crawled up and grabbed a hold of squirmy narrow hips.

"Fuck off!!!". Sapnap only smirked as he started to play with the ticklish hipbones. George thrashed violently and screamed with laughter. Dream was relentless still with his underarm.

Sapnap's devilish fingers danced between his hips and his sides. Dream went back and forth between his underarms. George was completely lost in his laughter. He had no chance to get used to the feeling and he truly felt insane. It went on forever, he was sure. Time meant nothing as his brain melted from his laughter.

This is the worst George had actually been tickled before. He has always wondered what his limit was. It was exciting. Dream and Sapnap both seemed hellbent on breaking him down and he had never felt like this before. His head spun dizzily with the lack of air he was getting. His cackling cut off every minute or so and he just thrashed silently. Every nerve in his body felt alive as the ticklish electricity shot through him. His mind was wiped clean and he could only think one thing.

'It tickles it tickles it tickles it tickles.'.

It was exhilarating.

Eventually, his muscles started to feel sore from his crazed movements and his ability to laugh was flickering. Finally, a limit. George had been officially tickled to the brink. It was a strangely beautiful thing, to have gotten his fill of what he wanted. He knew when they stopped he wouldn't have any lingering urge to try and provoke more. His only regret was his ridiculous choice of safeword.

"Skeppy!", he croaked out.

The tickling hands stopped and George fell limp, closing his eyes. The other two were quick to smother him with cuddles. The boy could not stop giggling, but he could finally relax. A calm filled him like he had never felt before.

Dream brushed the hair off his sweaty forehead.

"Are you okay?", he whispered. George giggled and turned to hide his face in Sapnap's chest.

"Duh.", he responded, but it was very muffled.

George bit his lip to hold back giddy giggles. He was so excited. His two best friends know now that he loves to be tickled and they seemed to love to tickle him.

#wishitweresummer #mcyt tickle #mushies lee!george week #lee!georgenotfound #ler!sapnap #ler!dream #im really proud of this oneee #usually my characters hate being tickled this is new for mee #pls pls tell me what you think #georgenotfound tickle #dnn tickle #also if you saw this early cu tumblr posted it out of my queue for no reason…no you didn’t #glass house

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aninklingof · 11 months

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My One Contribution to Lee! George Week

Mushie’s Lee George week prompts

Tw: intense tickles, machine tickles

There it is.

#seany’s tword art #mushies lee!george week #lee!george #intense tickles #dsmp tickle #fanart #tickle art #digital art

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sleepy--anon · 11 months

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Stop Complaining

day 1 - soft tickles: prompts found here

George couldn’t tell if he wanted to continue his useless squirming or just accept his fate and relax. He was laying between Sapnap and Karl, the three laying on the floor brainstorming topics for Banter. George contributed more complaining than actual ideas which was very quickly getting on Sapnap’s nerves. The only reason he hadn’t choked him out was because Karl was playing mediator. Now the two were using his biggest weakness against him, a plan they formulated silently through looks. The weakness in question, gentle tickles, they drive him mad. Karl was whispering all kinds of praise and compliments in his sensitive ear while tracing his blue and purple painted nails along his neck and collarbones. Sapnap however was nuzzling his stubble against the small sliver of exposed skin of his side while jellyfishing his hands up and down his knees and thighs. George’s hands twitched from where the hovered above him, unsure who he wants the grab onto.

"GuhUHUHuhuys COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON!" George cackled, the longer the soft, sweet tickles lasted, the louder he got.

"Are you gonna actually help instead of complaining~?" George squeaked at the feeling of Sapnap asking that question against his skin, raising goosebumps. He nodded frantically, trying to turn his head away from Karl.

"YEHEHEHES YEHES JUHUST PLEHEhehease!" His laughter got lower as they slowed to a stop, George having gone almost entirely limp in their 'trap'

"You better~"

#mushies lee!george week #lee!georgenotfound #lee!george #ler!sapnap #ler!karl jacobs #ler!karl #sleepy's ficlets #mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #dsmp tickle

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ticklee-vee · 11 months

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Intense tickles

Lee!George ler!Sapnap and ler!Dream

Mushies lee!george week, I wanted to do it during the actual week but I was to anxious 😭 so I am doing it now!

Warnings: restraints, intense tickling and a lot of teases!

‼️🗣EVERYTHING IS PLATONIC 🗣‼️

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George had his wrists tied sitting in Dreams lap, behind dreams back and sapnap sitting on his ankles his legs were propped up on a table so they matched the height of the sofa. Dream was gently tracing his sides whilst sapnap was gently tickling his calves light skittering his hands over his ankles to hear him squeal.

“Ooh we’re gonna tickle you much Georgie~!” Sapnap teased as he pulled George’s socks up above his heel. Tracing small circles on them going up to his ankles.

“We are George, I’m gonna get your little jumpy tummy~!” He poked his stomach feeling it twitch under the tickly pokes.

“Nohoho d-don’t! Ehehe” he squirmed in dreams lap blushing as dream whispered more teases in his ears.

“No tickling? Not even a little bit?” Sapnap continued his tickling, not going any higher on his feet than his heels.

“You begged up to tie you and tickle you George, and now you don’t want it Hm? Not even itty bitty pokes on your tummy? What about in your belly button ? You want little tickly pokes in there?!” He poked his belly button swirling his finger around slightly before going back to poking his sides, feeling him squirm from left to right each poke.

George blushed and squirmed more, not being able to anything else due to how flustered he was. Still softly giggling, sometimes squealing when each of them brush over a sensitive spot.

“Awh where’d your pretty voice go Georgie? Do you have nothing else to say about you not wanting tickly tickles? Hm, no other words?” He began to softly scratch at his heel, teasing more when he felt George try and pull his ankles back. “Oh no baby you can’t do that, if you take your feet away how am I supposed to give you the tickles you begged up for?” Pulling them back into place still tickling his heels and ankles.

“NoHOHO SSTahahahap plehehaSEHAHA” screeching as dream brushed over a sensitive spot on his tummy, just above his hips.

“Awh this is a sensitive spot isn’t it baby? Your little tummy is just so sensitive!! I could tickle it for bourse~!” Going close to his ears and whispering it in them, taking his hands away from his stomach to gentle tickle his ears. “I forget how ticklish your ears are, we need to tickle you more don’t we~?”

“Nohoho yohuhu- you alrehehahady tic-tihihih do ihihit enouhuhugh toho me!” He giggled, his head twitching and squirming uselessly pulling at his hands trying to protect his ears.

“Awh! Little Georgie can’t say it, can’t say the harmless little word… tickle! Tickly tickles !! Tickle tickle tickle~” blowing on his ears as he went back to fully tickling his stomach.

“FAHAHA N-nohohOHO MOHOHOREHE PLHAHAHA PLEAHAhaSHEHE” throwing his head back into dreams shoulder as sapnap began tickling his arches he didn’t realise sapnap had pulled his socks up more.

“No more? Okay sweet boy, we won’t tickle you anymore” he slowed his tickling resting his hands next to him.

“Okay, we’ll stop tickling you.” Dream slowed his tickling to, resting his hands in George’s thighs.

“Nohoho dohont do thihihis!” He blushed, squirming when they didn’t start tickling him again.

“We’re just doing what you asked? No more tickles!”

“Yeah Georgie, you asked us to stop?”

They smirked, hearing George whine.

“Ihi i didn’t mehean to.. to actually stop” the last few words being bearly audible.

“Oo~ you want us to keep tickling you?” They both lifted their hands just hovering over the tickle spots, but never touching.

“Yehehes plehehase”

“Please what pretty boy~?” Sapnap tesded swiping up his heel to his arch his toes curling.

“Dohont make me sahahay it..”

“Say what?” Dream lightly spidered up his sides, but he didn’t continue after he did that.

George whined, silent for a few minutes before swallowing his pride and asking for tickles. “Pl.. please can youhu guys,, uhm like- tihihckle me?”

“Awh well done baby!!”

“Of course we can~!”

They continued on tickling him, before sapnap hit a very sensitive spot on his arches causing George to squeal and pull his feet back somehow breaking out of sapnaps grip.

“This just won’t do will it sweetie? How am I supposed to tickle you when you can escape.”

“Maybe you should tie his ankles too~” gently scratching at his belly button while the other hand did quick gentle pinches at his hip.

Dreams suggestion causing George to whine and blush but never disagree to it.

“Hmm that’s actually, for once, a good idea dream. Would that be alright baby? If I tied your ankles too?”

George laughed at sapnaps quick attack at dream about for once having a good idea, he blushed. “Uhuhm yes thahat would be o-okay”

“Thank you sweetie.” Sapnap gentle tickled under his chin before leaving to get more rope to tie his ankles.

Dream decided this would be a perfect opportunity to tease George, he began lightly tracing his sides as he did so.

“Your gonna get tiiiickled~! All over your little belly and your feet, it’s gonna be so bad. You’ll be squealing and squirming trying to get away but you won’t be able to! You’ll have to sit there and take allll of the tickly tickles we give you!”

George blushed and whined, squirming slightly from the sensations on his sides and the incoming sensations on his feet.

Sapnap came back not to long after carrying rope and some tools.

“I brought some tools but we don’t have to use them! I thought we could try them out, would you like that gogy?”

“Hehe u-uhuhm yeheah I.. I’d like to try some.” Blushing looking away.

“I’m gonna tie your ankles now, is that still okay?”

“Yehes.. yes, it’s alright.” George appreciated him asking, he knew the two would never do anything he didn’t want but it still felt nice asking.

He lifted his ankles up as he gentle tied them together, once he finished he took his big toes with some other rope and tied them too.

George tried to wiggle them but with the rope there it was difficult, even more so trying to curl them- taking away his only protection, aside from his socks but he knew those was going to be taken away.

“Okay George, are you ready?” Dream stopped his tickling completely so George could answer.

“You remember your safe word baby? What is it?” Sapnap got back on his newly tied ankles, not tickling just yet.

“My safe word is blue”

“Good job, are there any tools you’d like me not to use?”

“Uhm, n-no hairbrush’s please… they feel like they’d hurt more than they tic-tickled.”

Sapnap smiled and hovered his hands over his feet, happy knowing George can put so much trust into them and feel safe. “Of course, no hairbrush’s. Are feathers and toothbrushes okay”

“I-I’m not sure, I’ve never tried them.”

“It’s okay, wanna try today?”

George nodded wiggling a little as he felt dreams hand run up and down his sides, in a comforting and tickly manner.

“Verbal confirmation baby”

“Y-yes, trying them okay.”

Sapnap stretched his back from being hunched over, getting back into position hovering over George’s half socked feet. “Okay. When we use them and you don’t like one of them, say red if you wanna keep up the tickling and stop using the tools.”

George nodded and blushed. Squirming when he felt sapnaps hand on his arches, dreams hand just coming to the centre of his stomach a little above his belly button.

George squealed when he felt something soft brush around his heel, trying to scrunch his toes but the awful, awful tie stopped them.

“NahahHAHA wHAHAHAT ihihis thAHAHAT?!” Squirming as dream spidered up and down his sides to add to the tickly feel.

“A feather ! Dream loves them so I thought you’d like them too~!” Smirking, looking back at dream who had a slight blush who was scowling back.

He scoffed, stumbling over his words slightly “W-whatever, get back to tickling our little Georgie”

and they did, sapnap still gentle fluttering the feather on his arches and his heels, dream going back to tickling his stomach going from spidering up and down his sides, tweaking his ribs and swirling a finger in his belly button.

"NAHAhahaHA THAHATS SOHOHO BAHahaD" george was thrashing in dreams lap squealing at how bad the tickles were.

"awh!! imagine how its going to be when i feather between your little toesies! or when i get the toothbrush and brush inbetween them!!"

"NAHAHA IHIHT'LL TIHIHICKEHEHEL sohOHO MUHUCH" George had a few tears streaming down his face, laughter becoming silent every few seconds. "BREHAHAHAHKE PLeheAHAHSE" his laughter going wheezy.

"of course sweetie" dream slowed his tickling, sapnap did the same.

"Do you want some water baby?"

george still laughing nodded, resting his head on dreams shoulder. sapnap came back not to long after with a glass of water and a straw. "here you go sweetie" he placed the cup near him holding the straw to his mouth as georges hands were tied. He drank the whole glass, pulling away as his breathes even out.

"wanna continue darling?" dream asked as he placed his head on his shoulder, still holding his sides but not tickling.

"yehehes plehease" dream pulled his head back, pulling george back as he did so, so he was further back in dreams lap.

sapnap began rolling his socks all the way back, stopping to untie his already tied toes, getting rid of his socks and retying them. "are you exited georgie? i'm gonna tiiiickle your toes~!" he grabbed the feather and gentle swiped back and forth on the balls of his feet.

George squealed, trying to pull his feet back but having no luck. "EHEHEHAHAH NAHAHA I-I'M SOHOH SEHENSITHIHVE THEHERE GYAA SAHAPNAHAP" squealing as sapnap was now feathering in between his toes, pulling each of his toes back switching from the feather to the toothbrush to brush the stems of his toes, the pads and all in between his toes.

Dream was tickling his stomach, his sides and belly button. Dipping in it with a feather and swirling it around, sometimes abanding the feather to tweak and pinch all over georges ribs.

"Awh!! youre so sensitive, just about everywhere huh baby? All over your little tummy and sides, your little ribs!"

"your feet too sweetie!! especially these little toes of yoyrs, there so small and tickly. ahh~ tickle tickle tickle!!!"

George was hysterical laughing, squealing thrashing all over the place. Tears streaming down his face, his pleas and begs getting him nowhere but more tickles and teases. "NAHAHAHAH SRAHAHAHP PLEHEHEHE PLEASHEHE IT- IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKEHEHELS"

"Of course it will!! you're being tickled!!"

"Yess~ more tickly tickles for our little ticklish baby~!"

George couldn't handle a lot more, all of the tickles were becoming to much, his laughter going silent. The tickling slowed down a little.

"NOHOHOH MO-MOHOHORE B-BLUHUHUHUE!! BLUE! "

The tickling stopped, his ankles being united and sapnap getting up to help untie his wrists.

"You did so well dear, you took the tickles so well!"

Once his wrist were united he pulled them to his chest, pulling his legs up to dreams lap curling on himself in his lap. Dream wrapped his arms around him, pulling him back so they was laying in the corner of the sofa being cradled by dream as he rubbed his back.

Sapnap came back in with another glass of water, handing it to George with a plate in his hands. "I have some toast for when you're done with your water."

George smiled and nodded. "Thank you guys, this was.. uhm, really fun."

"awh Georgie, you're so cute!!"

he blushed shoving his head into dreams chest as they cooed over him.

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Hooray I finished it 🥳 I half way through I had to switch to my laptop as my phone kept doing something weird so I apologise if there are any mistakes!

#tickle content #mushies lee!george week #ler!sapnap #ler!dream #dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #tickle fluff #tickle fic #sfw tickling community #sfw tk blog #sfw interaction only

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kasey-writes-stuff · 11 months

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Day 1 soft tickles

These are gonna be head canons prompts

So I think George is probably used to rougher tickles not just because of the more like wild and chaotic friendship him and Sapnap have but he’s the younger sibling in his family so I imagine he was tickled often and siblings don’t usually do soft tickles so I feel like there’s a mix of reasons he can’t take them

1. He’s on edge waiting for the rough tickles to start so he absolutely hates soft tickles at first but slowly when like Dream and Sapnap have eventually managed to talk to him about his reactions to soft tickles.

I imagine for him to genuinely want them to stop he explains he’s never had them before and he doesn’t like them he’s just waiting with anticipation but like in a bad way for them to get rough.

I also imagine even rough tickles at first can be iffy for him cause they remind him of home which can be nice but also sometimes remind him of times things were taken to far.

But slowly Sap and Dream work with him to show him how soft tickles can be nice and they promise to never get rough with the tickles and they always ask before doing soft tickles and even at first ask before rough tickles as well.

So over time he grows to like them and be okay with them but only from Dream and Sapnap for a long time.

He still can’t take them though on most spots like his ribs and his ears and even his thighs he’s lost in a world of giggles no matter what.

There’s a few spots though that get him relaxed but with a few giggles here and there it takes a long time for him to truly relax because you know the fear of it getting rough still being in his mind for so long.

Said spots are his palms, his fore arms, his neck, his shins, and his knees!

His back is too iffy because of the back of his ribs to really be included because he isn’t exactly always on edge with it but it’s more so sometimes Dream or sapnap will be giving him back tickles while they watch a movie and they genuinely won’t notice until it’s too late that they’re hand has drifted to his back ribs so yea.

Hmm it’s not much but I think that’s it

#kasey rambles #lee!george #mushies lee!george week

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archivesofthevoid · 7 months

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Hiiii!!

Can I get a friends to lovers scenario with some of the Harry Potter boys (particularly George Weasley and Remus Lupin if you do those two characters ❤️❤️)? Any specifics will do, I’m just a sucker for the trope. Please and Thank you!!!

George Weasley - Friends to Lovers Trope HCs

I know you guys are looking for probably actual writing but right now making bulleted headcanons are just so much easier on me and my melting brain, so for now, take this semi detailed scenario hcs about being friends to lovers with George :))

I'm so sorry I'm advance!! these really are just me rambling about how I think it would go,,, I hope y'all enjoy,,

I promise I'll actually write something better for this soon

•So friends to lovers with the one and only George Weasley. Honestly I see this trope as like,,, you're just best friends with him and he's the one to fall first. And believe me, he falls HARD.

•This man doesn't fall easily for people. At least, not like this. Sure he's had a few fling crushes here and there that he might have hyper fixated on a tiny bit just because he craves the attention. HOWEVER - once he realizes he's falling for his best friend? He's a mess.

•One day he was just listening to you talk to him, Fred, Lee and Angelina and all of a sudden when you laughed about something stupid he said? It made him feel different. It pulled at his heartstrings in the most beautiful way that he was almost sure he imagined it because you never stirred up this reaction out of him before?? So he was very confused.

•No doubt he tried to brush it off but as time went on in the span of the 30 minutes you and everyone else was chatting in the Commons, it dawned on him.

•O h. I'm gaining feelings for my best friend.

•Insert him excusing himself to go do… something else. Probably go try to work on WWW inventions or something. He just needed to take a quick breather and distraction. Everyone thought it was normal but Fred could sense something was off with his twin. So he followed after him? He went to their dorm to see George kind of flustered and freaking out and asked what was wrong.

•Naturally, George is great with words /sar so what ended up coming out of his mouth? Complete gibberish. Fred normally could understand his brother's incessant ramblings but not this time.

•"Woah Georgie, slow down. I can't understand you when you're spilling your words all over the floor like this." He normally would have tried to make light of the situation and he still does. Thankfully, George was able to actually get out what he was trying to say.

•"I think - I think I might be falling for them!"

•Que Fred laughing. Also que George punching him in the arm while yelling "BLOODY HELL FRED THIS ISN'T FUNNY!!!"

•Oh but it is. He knew his brother was rather soft when it came to the mushy feelings of romance, but he didn't think he was this bad.

•So naturally Fred has to talk him through processing these feelings (not that he could really handle his own feelings if he ever liked someone like his twin is currently)

•They're both horrible with their feelings. Despite having a big family, I don't think Molly really was there to help them process their own feelings due to having their younger siblings to take care of. And you know Arthur was always working so it was quite literally just the two of them. Not that they don't appreciate their family but c'mon now.

•ANYWAYS I'm getting off track here. George eventually figures out his feelings and yes, its very apparent he feels something for you.

•So he and Fred try to plan accordingly about how to bring it up to you. But you're so… you. George doesn't want to mess whatever you guys have up.

•I will say however that you've noticed him acting a bit different. So the plan the twins had goes out the window once you confront and ask George about his behavior in the next coming weeks.

•He cracks, because he just can't lie to you! Not when you're looking at him like that. So he ends up spilling a confession of which almost gets missed by how hesitant and quiet he gets.

•Thankfully your ears work (unlike mine lmao) and you take his confession in pride. You tell him you appreciate it (which he swears he's about to be rejected just because of those words alone-) but then you tell him that you'd be willing to try. Because recently you had started to see him in a different light.

•He's ecstatic tbh and SO relieved. Like when I tell you he let out the biggest sigh of relief? I MEAN IT.

•This is how your relationship with him starts. Yeah it's a little messy, but not in a bad way! George has next to no idea what he's doing because he REALLY does care for you and he doesn't want to let you down or hurt you.

•Just be patient with him, okay? I promise he makes it all worth it <33

#x reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter #george weasley #george weasley x reader #harry potter headcanon #george weasley headcanon #weasley twins #weasley twins x reader #weasley twins headcanons

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rxsahgrce · 1 year

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Dsmp Masterpost

Fics

Latest to oldest

Massages - Ler!Dream/Ler!Sapnap/Lee!George

Giggles - Ler!Dream/Lee!George (mushies lee!George week, Day 1)

Sandwich - Ler!Wilbur/Lee!Tommy

Lenient - Ler!Dream/Lee!George

Sunshine - Ler!Sapnap/Lee!Karl

Giggles And Squeals - Ler!Karl/Lee!Dream

Don't! - Ler!Dream/Lee!George

Cuddles - Ler!Sapnap/Lee!Karl

Don't Laugh - Ler!Dream/Ler!Sapnap/Lee!George

Hunted - Ler!Karl/Ler!Dream/Lee!Sapnap

Christmas Day - Ler!George/Ler!Quackity/Ler!Sapnap/Ler!Karl/Lee!Dream

Fangs - Ler!Dream/Lee!George

Shivering - Ler!Dream/Lee!George

It's An Annoying Word! - Ler!Ranboo/Ler!Tommy/Lee!Tubbo

Flu - Ler!George/Ler!Dream/Lee!Sapnap

Tired Tickles - Ler!Dream/Lee!Tommy

Cats and Dogs - Ler!Quackity/Ler!Animals/Lee!Karl

Competitive - Switch!Quackity/Switch!Tommy

Late "Mornings" - Ler!Ranboo/Lee!Tommy

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A Sweet Temptation

A series of all of my Karlnapity fics, they're all related.

Latest to oldest

Tickle Monster - Switch!Karl/Switch/Quackity/Switch!Sapnap

Double "Date" - Ler!Sapnap/Ler!Quackity/Lee!Karl (Ler!Dream/Lee!George)

Wings - Ler!Sapnap/Ler!Quackity/Lee!Karl

Revenge (Sequal to Pokes) - Ler!Karl/Lee!Sapnap/Lee!Quackity

Pokes - Ler!Sapnap/Ler!Quackity/Lee!Karl

Fluffy Feathers - Ler!Quackity/Lee!Karl/Lee!Sapnap

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Switch!Sapnap Week

Soft - Switch!Quackity/Switch!Sapnap

Too Early! - Ler!Sapnap/Lee!George

Makeup - Ler!Karl/Lee!Sapnap

Birthday! - Ler!Sapnap/Lee!Dream

Age Regression - Ler!Dream/Lee!Sapnap

Flying Feathers - Ler!Quackity/Ler!Sapnap/Lee!Karl

Hide And Seek - Ler!Dream/Lee!Sapnap

Promt List

#sorry for tags #just had to recreate this #dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #rxsahgrce #sfw tickle blog #rxsahgrce's masterposts

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covenofwives · 9 months

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Nettles

George gets too ahead of himself and runs barefoot over a nettle patch. GeorgeHD wants to leave George with the rash to teach him a lesson but he'd be a bad big brother if he let George suffer. Luckily HD has another way to teach George a lesson.

Mushieeeee~ It's hereeee~

So Mushie did a fantastic Lee George week and he graciously let me join and said I could post it at any time. So this is a Day 7 prompt of Lee George week.

Set in the God Sibling AU, sometime after HD and George reunite again.

Pls enjoy :)

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It was a peaceful, idealistic day on the DSMP. The sun had been comfortably warm without being overbearing. The grass seemed greener and the flowers smelled sweeter. Everything was perfect.

“You bloody idiot!��

Almost perfect.

Not wanting to waste a good day, GeorgeHD visited his brother George and coaxed the sleepy brunette out of his bed and into the world. Despite his grumbling and whining when he was first dragged out his cottage, George actually began to enjoy his day. He was comfortably warm and HD had him help with designing a new flower meadow which was endearingly fun.

The good times weren’t meant to last of course. HD had asked George to gather some more flowers, but had warned him away from a spot just down the hill. While a lovely arrangement of tulips lay there, they were surrounded by random patches of nettles and it wasn’t worth the trouble.

George, being ever so confident and boastful, claimed he could easily avoid the nettles and get the tulips. He pointed out a spot where the nettles were thinnest around the tulips and despite HD’s shout for him he ran towards them.

He stepped right into a patch of nettles, barefoot, on his second step.

“I should have left you there in the nettles!” HD fumed as he carried his younger brother into the mushroom cottage. “You were about to fall into another one if I hadn’t caught you!”

George said nothing but huffed with a whining tone. He had made an embarrassing scream when he felt the nettles touch his foot and now he was being carried like a maiden to his home. His only solace was that thankfully the two had not passed anyone on his way home.

When he was brought to his front room, George was dropped onto his couch. Dropped was a very kind way to describe it. He nearly fell off the couch with the force of the bounce, but he stabled himself.

HD had left the room for a moment to collect a glass of water for himself and George. He drank his glass quickly.

“My foot still hurts…” George meekly admitted. Throughout the travel back home his foot had felt like it was burning, but now it was a constant throbbing pain. “I think nettles are still in there.”

“Probably.” HD lowered his glass. “Your foot will be sore for a couple of days. It might turn red to a rash.”

That did not sound pleasant. George looked up to HD, with his best doe eyes and sorrowful expression. “That will hurt…”

“Yes I imagine it would.” HD replied unmoved.

“But… But then I’ll be stuck inside and I can’t help you. And I’ll be sore. And you can heal me so I can help you and…”

“Alright!” HD raised a hand to stop him. “Alright. If your eyes go any bigger they’ll pop out of your skull. I’ll heal you.”

George held back the smile, thinking it would come off as smug. HD nudged at his leg, and George shimmied up. He rested his back onto the arm of the couch and HD sat at the other end.

“I should leave you in pain to teach you a lesson about listening to me.” HD spoke while they grabbed George’s ankle and set it on their lap. “But I’d be a poor older sibling if I left you to suffer.”

HD’s fingers touched over the tender skin of George’s right foot, starting at his heel. It hurt and George held back his yelp to a small jolt in his leg. Eventually where HD touched the pain had faded to a calming coolness that washed away any semblance of discomfort, and George sighed in relief.

The fingers stayed on his heel before slowly moving up, touching at his arch and spreading the cold and getting rid of more of the ache. George relaxed back onto the arm of the couch, letting his thoughts wander. With his foot healed he could beg HD to let him help with the meadow again, and HD wouldn’t refuse his brother.

The fingers carefully went up to the ball of his foot, the pain almost gone, when George felt his skin start to tingle. It was like the opposite of the nettle sting. Instead of burning the tingling spread from the ball of his foot, touching his toes and slightly down his arch. It prickled his skin in softer ways, like pins and needles feeling without the numbness.

It was surprising and it tickled.

George couldn’t catch his reaction fast enough. The laugh bubbled from his lips before he clamped them shut, letting a few little giggles slip out. The urge to pull his foot away was strong, but HD had a firm hold on it and George couldn’t be sure if he stopped himself or HD just didn’t let it go.

“I cannot heal you if you keep wiggling.” HD’s voice was firm and betrayed nothing of what he was doing. He kept the voice and hold of a disapproving brother, but his fingers brushed over the ball of George’s foot, softer than they had over the rest of it. It still tingled along his skin, and HD was too skilled of a healer to accidentally let it happen.

They’re doing it on purpose! They’re punishing me but I won’t let them win.

While George meant it, thinking about his resolve and actually sticking to it were two different things. His mind was strong but his flesh weakened and shuddered under HD’s fingers that slipped down to his heel again.

It took a lot of strain for George to speak without laughing, and even then some giggles slipped out. “You’ve hehehealed me. You can s-stohop.”

“I want to go over again and make sure. If I leave any of the toxin in it’ll cause a rash.” HD replied so coolly.

“L-Lihisten…”

“Do you not want me to heal you, little Prince?” HD looked up from their work. Their eyes were hidden behind the wraps covering them, but their expression was clear. They held a small smile which looked innocent on it’s own but with their unseen eyes made it taunting. “Don’t you want to be healed?”

He absolutely knew what he was doing. His fingers stilled, with the tingling just pulling back to a small feeling. Tickly but not enough to make George laugh.

“You know what happens when you get a rash, right?” HD asked and the tingling stopped.

“Wh-What…?”

“You get itchy.” And his fingers move. Skittering and spidering up and down George’s foot as his other hand tightened around George’s ankle.

The control flood out of George’s system and in the place was nervous panic to escape. He pulled himself up, bending over to make a grab for HD’s hands but he felt a hand push on his chest and he was pushed back onto the couch. A white ephemeral hand pushed firmly down on George’s chest and stopped his attempt. No matter how much George pushed and wiggled he couldn’t get back up. His other leg was still free, but when he tried to kick it was grabbed and pulled under HD’s leg, kept firmly out of place.

George had no defence other than screaming with laughter, pleading for his sibling to stop as they lightly scratched up to the ball of his foot and wiggled over his toes.

“Plehehease! PleEHEhahaSE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” George giggled and writhed over the couch. It was torture being the only thing he could move was his foot, but HD followed it move for move with such precision.

“This is what you get for running off so carelessly!” HD’s voice playfully growled. “And after I warned you too!”

“ThaHAT’S n-nohohot faHAhair!” George whined as much as his laughter would let him. He had shuffled enough to turn slightly on his side, though it didn’t help him much. HD was merciful and let his foot turn with him so it wasn’t at an uncomfortable angle, but HD’s scratching stopped at his foot and now the God was wiggling his finger over George’s big toe and tickling on the soft skin underneath it.

“P-Plehease! Please!” George giggled.

“Are you sorry for running through the nettle patch?” HD asked calmly, though his finger continued tickling.

“Yes yes!” George gasped. There was a spot right under his big toe that sent shock wave after shock wave of electricity through him. It jolted through his nerves but he couldn’t escape. Only giggle and laugh.

“And you’re sorry for not listening to me?” HD added.

“YEHEhes!” George almost screamed.

“And you think I’m the best brother you’ve ever had and you wish you were half as clever as me?”

“YohOHO-” George gasped again. HD’s nails scribbled down his foot again, focusing on the ball his foot before moving down and then quickly tickling back up again. “YOhoHOur mihiy ohohonly brohohother!”

“Well then it should be very easy to admit it.” HD pointed out so calmly. Like he wasn’t tickling the absolute life out of his little brother. “So I’m the best brother you’ve ever had?”

“YEHEHES!” George screamed, pounding his fist into the couch cushions. “YES YOUOU’RE THEHE BEHEHEST!”

“And you wish you were half as clever as me?”

“YES! YEHEHEHES! JUHUHUST STOHOHOP!”

HD stopped immediately. He let go of George’s ankle and let the leg he was holding between his own go too. As soon as he was free the younger brunette curled up into a giggling lump on the couch. He pulled his feet up far away from HD as he could, trying and failing to cover his feet from anymore attacks.

“Oh it wasn’t that bad, you big baby.” HD rolled their eyes.

“N-Not bahad?! That was t-torture! You nearly killed mehehe...” George panted, which didn’t give any weight to his accusation. In fact to HD it was just cuter. His hair was all a mess all over the pillows and his cheeks burned a low blush.

“Killed you? All I did was tickle your foot. If you really want me to kill you…” HD grabbed George’s ankle again and pulled his leg taunt. He just positioned one of his hands on the back of his knee and his brother went ballistic, screaming a mix of threats and pleading until HD let him go again.

“Evil! Evil you are!” George accused.

“Yes yes, I’m a villain.” HD chuckled.

George gave a squeaking scream as HD ruffled his hair but then the God left the room. Only then did George sigh and finally relax. He fully melted into the couch cushions. The tingling in his foot was slowly fading and the warmth from the afternoon sun streaming in through the windows was lulling him to shut his eyes. Just for a moment.

He probably would have fallen asleep if HD had not come back in. He placed a full glass of water down on the table beside George before tapping George’s shoulder and signalling him to get up. George, hesitantly, pushed himself up and HD slipped in to sit down.

“I think you need a nap.” HD announced as he pulled out a book from thin air.

“But…what about the meadow? I can still help.” George worried.

“You can.” HD’s voice went soft, assuring his brother of his worries. “But I think you could use a rest. We have the rest of the day to work on the meadow if we want.”

George wanted to argue more but HD’s hand was on his neck and guided him down to rest on his brother’s lap. It was comfortable, warm and George felt safe. He closed his eyes to the sound of HD opening his book and let himself slip into a gentle sleep.

#dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #mushies lee!george week #lee!george #ler!georgehd #godsiblingau #covenofwords

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mushiewrites · 11 months

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Sleepy Experiments

It is officially lee!George week! :D I'm so excited I finally got to do something like this - I've had this idea since @fluffallamaful did an incredible lee!Dream MONTH last June, and truthfully I've wanted to do this since last August but....better late than never, right? 😇 I also wanna just thank @awkwardtickleetoo for helping me with everything - prompts, ideas, proof reading, etc. Cal is literally there for me always and Im so grateful for him, he truly is my lil knight ):

day 1 - soft tickles / prompts found here!

(lee!George / ler!Dream : 3.8K words)

“Dream! Stohop!” George was met with yet another poke to his side, jerking his body to the left to escape Dream’s finger. He let out a sigh in fake frustration, fully aware that Dream was bound to become bored as they’d been attempting to nap with no success for a little while now. George had almost drifted to sleep multiple times, but every single time he did, he was met with a poke from the restless blonde boy.

“George! I cahan’t!” The elder couldn’t help but giggle at the mocking as Dream leaned his cheek against his right palm, elbow propped onto the bed beside him while he wiggled his free pointer finger in the air in front of George’s face to tease him. The brunette quickly swatted it away, making Dream let out a huff of amused air through his nose before making a move to poke George again. “Just a little!”

“Nohoho! Leave mehehe alone!”

“Come on, Georgie, please? I promise I’ll be reaaaaally gentle. And maybe it’ll help me sleep!” Dream stuck out his bottom lip as far as it would go as he held out his words, the pout matching the puppy dog eyes he was using to melt the Brit. George let his head fall back onto the pillow beneath him, letting out a groan and bringing his right arm up to cover his eyes to prevent him from seeing how closely Dream was focusing on him.

“I- I mean- why? Just- …ugh, fine.” George winced when Dream let out a squeal of excitement, dropping his arm back against the blankets and cracking an eye open to see Dream quickly push himself into a kneeling position beside him. “You have to be so gentle though, Dream! I mean it! One wrong move and you’re done.”

“I promise to be so gentle!” The blonde smiled at the warning, tapping George’s thigh twice before continuing. “Do you mind turning over for me, George?”

George felt his cheeks fill with warmth, nodding his head with a quiet whine as he adjusted himself to lay on his tummy. He felt the familiar weight of the younger boy settling on the back of his thighs, jumping slightly when Dream hooked two fingers under his shirt and began revealing the pale skin beneath it. He felt goosebumps spread across the expanse of his back as the cool air blanketed every inch of it, making him squirm slightly with a shiver and growling at Dream when he giggled at the involuntary movement.

“Do you really have to lift my shirt up for this?” His voice was more high pitched than he expected it to be and swallowed thickly, looking over his shoulder at Dream and coughing slightly to adjust it back to the normal tone. “I mean, it seems a bit excessive.”

Dream let out a scoff at the passive protest, tilting his head slightly to the right when he saw the tips of George’s ears turning a light pink. He chuckled as he continued to slowly drag the black T-shirt up until it was sitting just below the bottom of his shoulder blades. George felt the fabric glide lightly across his skin when Dream released his grip, making him squirm briefly at the soft tickly feeling.

“Oh George, if that bothered you, how are you gonna handle the actual tickles?” Dream cooed, smiling as the smaller boy began to squirm a little more at the thought of the soft tickles that awaited him. Dream swiped a pointer finger just below both his shoulder blades and chuckled when the smaller boy screeched, pushing his face into the pillow and muffling a nervous giggle that he couldn’t keep in any longer.

“Wahatch it! I can stop this right now, you know!” George threatened as he adjusted his arms, folding them underneath the pillow before laying his head back down against the soft fabric.

“What?! No! Please don’t!” The tone of his voice sent a small dagger into George’s chest, melting him instantly. He knew that Dream was fully joking, but the fake hurt in the younger’s voice made George want to let Dream tickle him forever.

“I…I won’t,” He sighed in defeat. “Just…be careful, okay?”

George was met with a small chuckle in response, giggling himself when he felt Dream’s fingers touch down just under his shoulder blades and wiggle lightly against the warm skin there. He twisted his fists up into the pillowcase, squeezing the fabric between his fingers in an attempt to keep his arms raised.

Dream continued to softly skitter his fingers over George’s back, spreading his hands further apart to trail up and down the sides of his spine. He arched into the bed as Dream’s right pointer finger traced back up his spine and between his shoulder blades, giggling harder and kicking his feet against the covers a few times to relieve some of the tickly energy that was coursing through his body.

“You’re cute when you’re all squirmy like this.” The blonde stated, no teasing tone to be found in his voice. This only further proved to fluster George as his face grew hotter, making him turn to fully bury his face into the pillow.

“Shuhut up!” George’s giggles were quickly morphed to cackles as Dream used both pointer fingers to walk under his shirt, scratching lightly at the sides of his armpits and following George whichever way he twisted.

“It’s the truth! What am I supposed to do, lie to you?” Dream giggled from his spot on George’s thighs, flattening his palms and dragging them slowly down before spidering his fingers along the boy’s lower back. The brunette jumped in surprise at the sudden tickling, giggling harder and visibly struggling more and more the longer Dream focused there.

“Ahaha, please! I- Dreheheam! Gehehentle, plehease!”

“Thihis is gentle! I’m not sure I could get any more gentle if I tried!” Despite his rebuttal, Dream pressed his palms down again into the pink skin of George’s lower back and began rubbing to help soothe the tingly feeling.

“Thahahank you!” George’s laughter was slowly calming down, the pitch raised into tiny squeaks but becoming less frequent as the time passed. Dream felt his own cheeks filling with heat at the reply, rarely experiencing that level of politeness from the Brit. He leaned his body slightly to the left to look at George, feeling his stomach fill with butterflies at how wide his smile was, and how happy he looked with his eyes squeezed and nose scrunched.

“Anything for you, my little prince.” He was met with a high pitched whine followed by chirpy giggles, making Dream’s tiny grin grow into a full blown toothy grin.

After sitting back on George’s thighs again, adjusting himself to balance comfortably, Dream used his pointer and middle fingers from both hands and slowly walked them up George’s back, pressing in and wiggling slightly as they continued their journey from his lower back to just under his shoulder blades once more.

“I didn’t realize how sensitive your back was, Georgie. And here I am, just thinking I was the only one cursed with this weakness!” He continued to speak as he made little swirls with his fingers on the sides of George’s back, careful to not tickle too much over his back ribs in fear of disturbing the smaller boy’s state of sleepy bliss he was caught in. “I hope you know I’ll remember this.”

“Whahahatever!” The brunette exclaimed, wiggling slightly as the soft tickling continued under his shirt and around his shoulder blades. He scrunched his shoulders up as high as they would go, shaking his head back and forth as tickly circles were drawn around the sensitive bones of his upper back, hugging the pillow as tightly as he could as a source of comfort.

The younger boy hummed in response, a smile clear in the tone as he removed his hands from under the shirt and made his way back down to the dimples of George’s back, tracing and skittering all ten of his fingers as he went. As much as he loved the sound of George’s cackling, squealing and giggling, he didn’t want to tire the boy out too soon. After another minute of gentle tickles around the sides of his lower back, Dream flattened his palms again and began to rub the entirety of George’s back, helping to calm him and work him through the giggles that continued to pour from him.

Dream eventually made his way to George’s shoulders, helping relax them back down from being pressed up against his ears. He used his hands to squeeze the muscles there every few seconds, giving George a gentle massage as his giggles slowly dissolved. The blonde noticed how small George looked beneath him, his hands completely engulfing his shoulders and making Dream let out a chuckle at how tiny he actually was. George let out a contented sigh, ignoring the giggle and turning his head to lay his cheek on the blankets comfortably, closing his eyes just moments later. George could feel himself drifting off to sleep when suddenly his eyes shot open, Dream’s hands having moved closer to his neck and sending a horribly tickly sensation to his nerves.

“Wait, whahat?! Nohoho!” The elder scrunched his shoulders up and attempted to block the sensitive muscle where his shoulders and base of his neck met, clearly surprised at how much it affected him.

“Awh, what’s wrong, sweetheart, does someone have a sensitive neck?”

“You knohohow I do!”

The brunette buried his head into the blankets below him once again as he let out a squeal, feeling Dream’s fingers walking up the sides of his neck until he was directly under his ears on both sides. He began to gently flutter his fingers in the hypersensitive area, giggling to himself when George’s laughter rose in pitch until it was nothing but bright chirps and loud squeaks.

“Listen to you, George! You’re like a little bird!” The older boy groaned through his giggles at the comment, not knowing whether to take it as a compliment or an insult. He didn’t have much time to dwell on that though as a tiny raspberry was suddenly placed below his right ear, making him screech and attempt to bring up his shoulder again. Unfortunately for George, Dream’s chin blocked it and another small raspberry was placed in the same spot.

“NAHAHA P-PLEHEASE! G-Gehehentle, Dream!”

The skitters against his skin turned into gentle rubs, taming George’s giggles almost instantly and allowing him to relax back into the touch.

“I know, I know. I just can’t help myself, George. You’re too cute when you get all scrunchy.” Dream giggled at his own words as he watched George melt into the blankets beneath him. He moved his pointer fingers to swipe at the shell of George’s ear to hear him squeal again before rubbing the ghost tickles out immediately after the action.

“W-Well, you’re ahahan idiot!”

“Maybe, but I’m your idiot. So that makes up for it, right?”

George could hear the smirk in Dream’s voice and refused to answer out of spite, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing the stupid remark had made me smile, too. After a few more minutes of Dream soothingly rubbing over George’s shoulders, he tapped on the smaller boy’s back a few times to get his attention.

“Is it okay if you turn onto your back for me? I wanna try something else.” The blonde was met with a small whine in response, but lifted himself slightly off of George’s thighs when Dream felt him begin to turn over anyway. Dream’s grin only grew when George flashed him a death glare, watching as he flopped himself down onto his back with an eye roll.

“There. Happy?”

Dream raised an eyebrow at the question as he looked George’s torso up and down, shaking his head slightly in disapproval as he lowered himself back onto George’s thighs. His eyes were glued to George’s shirt, which had fallen back down to cover his tummy as the smaller boy maneuvered himself just seconds before.

“I would be, but you messed up your shirt! Now I have to pull it up again.” Dream sighed in feigned annoyance. He made sure to meet George’s gaze as he slowly began to push his shirt up once again, this time stopping at the middle of his ribs and dragging his fingers down his sides once he was satisfied with the amount of tummy exposed. The brunette writhed with a high pitched giggle at the tracing on his sides, bringing his hands up to hide his face out of embarrassment.

Dream slowly skittered his fingers lightly over George’s lower tummy, feeling the smaller boy squirm a little more than he had been as he kicked his feet pathetically against the bed behind him. The blonde used his pointer fingers to continue to trace up and down the sides of George’s tummy, listening to the many different types of giggles it produced while George continued to squirm. The elder did his best to try and allow the tickling, stopping his hands every time they moved from his face to try and grab Dream’s hands on instinct.

“Do you know you scrunch your nose sometimes when you laugh?” Dream commented nonchalantly, making the blush from George’s cheeks spread to the tips of his ears and down the front of his neck.

“I dohohn’t!”

“And you blush like crazy. Right now you’re like a little rose, your cheeks are so red! It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen! My little blushy baby.”

“SHUT UHUHP!” George removed his hands from the safety of his own face and lunged forward, trying his best to clamp them over Dream’s mouth but squealing when his wrists were scooped up into one of the blonde’s big hands instead.

“Oh, you want me to tickle your palms? You could’ve just asked, gorgeous!” Dream brought his chin down and began to lightly drag his beard over George’s palms, making him break out into bright cackles as he threw his head back.

“N-Nahaha please! Nohohot there!”

Dream knew that George had extremely sensitive palms, but also knew they worked incredibly well as melt spots when done correctly. Dream continued to slowly drag his chin back and forth over George’s hands until he felt the small fingers relax against his own cheeks, smiling and letting George press his fingers into them as he giggled along with the elder.

“Dreheheam!”

The blonde could tell that George was getting embarrassed, giggling quietly as he watched him squeeze his eyes shut while he attempted to hide his face into one of his shoulders. Dream decided to take pity on him, smile wide as he pulled back slightly to stop the tickling.

“Okahay, okay. I guess I’m done experimenting....” Dream spoke with fake disappointment as moved his chin from its place hovering over George’s hands, holding them in his own and using both of thumbs to rub against George’s to help calm him.

“Thahahank God.” He dropped his head back down against the pillow as he closed his eyes with a contented sigh, intending on allowing the rest of the giggles to run their course while he attempted to relax again. Dream raised an eyebrow at that, taking it as a small challenge and smirking when a new plan formed in his head.

“But actually, you know what? Maybe not!” Dream spoke suddenly, fingers releasing George’s hands and allowing both of his own to fall down to rest on the tops of his thighs.

“Wahahait, why?!” George felt a slight panic at the idea of more tickles after everything he’d already been put through, bringing his hands back to himself and crossing both arms over his torso for protection.

“I just realized I never got your poor little feet! How could I forget them, they need just as much attention as the rest of you, don’t they?”

“What?! Nohoho! We- We’re supposed tohoho be nahahapping!” George was quick to protest, launching his hands forward and gripping onto Dream’s wrists as tight as he could to keep him in place. Dream’s grin grew wider at that reaction, getting the desired results and deciding to continue the teasing.

“I could even do that thing you like so much!” Dream flashed him a smile as he ignored George’s words, only interested in continuing the topic he had introduced. George knew by asking he would only get more flustered, but he was too curious and too stubborn to allow Dream to get away with gatekeeping whatever thought he was currently having at his own expense.

“...What thing…?” He was hesitant, his voice wavering when the question finally spilled out moments later. The blonde giggled brightly at that, pulling at his arms a little to feel that George still had a tight grasp on them.

“Well,” Dream began to explain, shrugging his shoulders as he thought for a moment before continuing. “You know that thing. The shoe thing! The one where I take one off and leave one on?”

“Dre- NMM HMM?!” George opened his mouth to speak, but Dream was quick to break out of the smaller boy’s grip, placing a hand over his mouth to muffle the protests as he continued.

“To be gentle, of course! Not for any other reason. And then I’d take the one sock off, too. And I’d leave the other foot alone, still protected. Isn’t that nice of me, only focusing on one foot instead of two?”

George let go of the wrist he still was holding and grabbed the hand over his mouth, pulling it off and flinging it away from himself as far as Dream would let it go. He quickly brought his arms up and flung them over his face once again as he felt his cheeks grow hotter by the second. George was shaking his head quickly, not saying anything verbally out of fear his voice would sound small and weak from how flustered he was.

“You can relax, I’m just teasing. That’s a little too intense for you for it to be considered gentle, isn’t it, sweetheart? You’re just too ticklish and too flustered, huh?”

“What?! Dream, just- whahatever, shut up!” George whined behind his arms, letting out a small hiccup in surprise when Dream gripped his elbows and lowered his arms to reveal his face. He opened his eyes and was met with bright green ones staring back, rolling his own and pushing at Dream’s chest to move him back slightly.

“Alrihight, angel, I’m done tormenting you…for now.” The blonde adjusted himself from straddling George’s thighs to kneeling next to him again, this time pressing his knees against George’s side in an attempt to stay connected.

“More like forever.” George made a move to sit up as he mumbled under his breath, pushing himself up onto his elbows only to fall back against the bed suddenly when he felt rapid squeezes digging into his inner thighs. He let out a wail and thrashed around frantically, his legs kicking out and arms flailing in every direction.

“NAHAHAHA! D-DREHEHEHEAM NOHOHO!” One of George’s hands gripped tightly into the comforter below him, pulling at it and trying his best to keep his arms to himself in an attempt to save himself from slapping Dream and making the tickling far worse than it already was.

The pinching stopped as quickly as it had started, allowing George to take in deep gulps of air as he continued to laugh himself silly. He pressed his knees together as he turned to the left side, curling in on himself and bringing a hand down to wedge between his inner thighs in an attempt to tame the ghost tickles that were still flowing throughout his legs. His free hand was covering the side of his face that was visible to Dream, attempting to keep the blonde from seeing George’s rapidly growing blush.

“I’m sorry, but I had to! You were getting cocky with me,” The blonde giggled, stretching his left arm out and placing it on the smaller boy’s arm and rubbing it soothingly to try and help calm his nerves. He let out a bright giggle when George jolted at the sudden touch, clearly anticipating more tickles. Dream moved his hand up George’s arm and into the older boy’s hair, gently ruffling it. “But it was only for a second! I promise I’m done now, baby.”

“Ohohonly a second?! It’s my thighs, Dreheheam! You know how they are!” George rolled his eyes as he moved his hand to reveal his face, barely meeting Dream’s gaze. He felt a chill run down his spine as soon as the words passed his lips, noticing the flame they ignited in Dream’s eyes as he stared down at him with a smirk.

“Oh yeah? Do I know how they are, Georgie?” The brunette squirmed at the words, moving to cover his face once again to hide himself from Dream.

“Yes!” George spat back in annoyance, feeling his face heat up once again at the teasing tone in the younger boy’s voice. George felt the bed dip and suddenly he felt lips against the shell of his ear, barely grazing it and causing him to yelp. He made a move to cover the spot with his hand instead, but Dream had anticipated this and was quick to lightly grip George’s wrist, keeping it where it was against his blushy cheek.

“Hmmm…maybe I do. But don’t worry! We can explore that another day, just to make sure I really know,” Dream purred into his ear, making George let out a high pitched whine from the sudden closeness of the blonde. “Preferably on a day where I’m feeling particularly cruel. Does that sound good, kitten?”

Dream released his grip on the tiny wrist in his hand, chuckling when the brunette scrambled to sit up while the blonde made a move to crawl to the edge of the bed. George could do nothing but watch with wide eyes as the younger boy stood up, making his way towards the door with a mischievous look on his face; like he was immediately planning George’s demise.

“W-What about our nap?”

“How could I possibly sleep now when I have, like, ten different ideas on how to absolutely wreck you floating around in my head? I’ll nap later.” Dream turned around one last time to flash him a teasy smile before exiting the bedroom and disappearing down the hallway, leaving George bright faced and breathless, anxiously sitting with the many questions that swirled through his mind of what Dream could possibly do to further tear him into ticklish little shreds.

#lee!george #ler!dream #YAAAAY ITS FINALLY HERE #this took forever to write but......i think im happy with it #this also may have been heavily aimed at a certain talented puppy we all know and love and adore #i waited until cal read this to post it bc i wanted to see his reaction and let me tell u #cutest hecking thing i stg #lets also thank cal for coming up with prompts with me and listening to me whine about this for months on end #and thank u to llama for doing the lee!dream event and giving me this idea in the first place!!!#and my bb mouse for reading this a few times during the writing process to tell me if it flows or not!!!!!#and summer for absolutely hyping the shit out of this #i will cry tbh i love my frens so much im just so excited ):#and thank u literally everyone who participates or interacts or reads or just silently lurks #like.......this is so cool what to hecc #mushie fics #mcyt tickle #my stuff #mushies lee!george week

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Lee!George Week Day 5 - Thighs

ahhhhh we're finally back!!!!!!! in the midst of a we're so over, came an indescribable... we're so back

again, I just wanna say I really appreciate your guys' patience with this, and I hope the fact that it's 5600 Words is a decent trade for the wait lol

and still, big shoutout mush for putting all this together!! you can find the prompts here, and if you want to participate make sure to use the tag "mushie's lee!george week" when you post <3

last thing: this one is a part two to this fic for day two of this week!! check that out first if you haven't read it yet, if you'd like to!!

lee!george, ler!dream, ler!sapnap, 5600 words exactly :o

enjoy!

"…Do you know about his thighs?"

"WHAT?! Dream, NO!" George protested immediately, jolting up off Sapnap's lap and whipping his head around to gawk at Dream as much as he could while still laying on his stomach.

"I don't think I do! Please, enlighten me!"

"No, no, nonono, no enlightening, shut up! Dream, don't say anything!" George flicked his gaze back and forth between the two of them, squirming as subtly as he could so he wouldn't draw too much attention to the fact that he was yanking at his leg that was still pinned down by Dream.

"Oh, Sapnap. You're gonna love this, his thighs might be as bad as that rib spot, probably about as bad as his ribs in general, like just… everywhere on them," Dream explained, pressing his hand slightly harder down on George's back to make it harder for him to struggle. The boy in question let out a choked noise when he felt the pressure, pushing up against Dream's hand to try to get him to stop.

"No, nonono, no you WON'T, you will not, because it's not true, Dream, please, shut up," George pleaded, giving Dream his best puppy dog eyes, hoping he would take some kind of pity on him and at least take it easy, if not let him off the hook completely. He turned as far as he could manage, able to prop himself up on one elbow and bend his free leg to the side slightly.

"Sorry, Georgie, my mind is made up." Dream sealed George's fate with a shrug, grabbing George's ankle and starting to pull it back down towards the other one.

"No!" George squealed, yanking his ankle from Dream's grasp and kicking it wildly. He turned further, still up on his elbow but leaning against his hip as well now, kicking at Dream's hand when he went to grab him again and protesting further. "Don't touch me, let me go, get off!" George kicked at Dream's thighs now, trying to push him off his other leg, but he noticed Sapnap had slid off the couch next to him and was now standing in front of him instead. He put his free hand out in front of him, hoping to keep Sapnap away, flicking his eyes nervously between the other two to make sure they didn't try anything. "Neither of you touch me!"

"Ow! Fuck, George, that hurts, stop kicking me!" Dream complained as he grabbed George's ankle again, with a much harsher grip than before, his fingers spread out more and ending up with a few of them pressing hard into the skin above the top of his sock. George gasped, struggling against the hold for a few seconds, whimpering as he couldn't pull away nearly as easily this time.

"NO!" George screamed, all three of them giggling at how ridiculous and frantic he sounded given the situation, but George never stopped yanking at his foot.

"Sapnap, help me hold him down!" Dream asked through his quiet laughter as he in turn yanked George's foot right back, knocking him off his elbow and hip to be flat on his stomach again, landing on top of his arm. He felt something press against his outstretched hand, looking back over to see that Sapnap was pushing it out of the way.

"No, NO! DON'T!" George yelled, moving his hand back to push at Sapnap again. He tried to prop himself back up, barely pushing up onto his palm before he was shoved down again. It was Sapnap's doing this time, who had reached forward and pushed down on his back between his shoulder blades to force him down flat again. Then, before he could move, Sapnap slipped his hand past the top of his hoodie and cupped his hand over the back of George's neck. He held George's head down firmly against the cushions to keep him in place, his warm cheek pressed against the soft blanket underneath him. George absolutely lost it, squirming as much as he could manage in the compromising position and immediately yelling out protests. "STOP, stop! Let GO, GET OFF ME, NO!"

"Jesus Christ, George! Chill the fuck out!" Sapnap yelled back, grabbing his still flailing wrist with the other hand and holding it out to the side so he wouldn't interfere with either of their movements. George whimpered again, starting to come to terms with the fact that he really was not getting out of this, and he groaned as he forced another wave of energy to the surface so he could make one last effort at escaping before silently admitting defeat and letting the other two have their way with him.

"Fuck you!" George yelled, barely successful in his thrashing, however he did manage to shove his foot around to kick Dream again– this time, George was pretty sure he managed to hit Dream's chest and stomach a few times, due to the distance his foot went and the way Dream yelled out in response.

"OW, George, what the fuck!" Dream shouted, tightening his grip on George's ankle and tilting his foot upwards. Suddenly, George felt fingers scratching mercilessly at the sole of his foot, wiggling with no sense of direction from his heel up to the spot under his toes and staying there even as George attempted to curl them in to block the attack.

"DREHEHEHEAM!" George bursted into sudden, loud laughter, completely caught off guard by the onslaught of tickling on such a horrible spot. He twisted his foot as much as he possibly could, ripping his arm out from under him to pound on the couch underneath him. He tried desperately to lift his head, or at least turn it further to either hide his face or look Dream in the eyes while begging him to stop, but Sapnap's hold was steady and kept him in place. "STOHOHOP IHIHIT!"

Fortunately for George, Dream did stop, cupping his hand around his foot and squeezing it as tight as he could.

"Then behave yourself, and calm the hell down. Take a breather, George. Chill." Dream punctuated his sentence by moving George's leg again, pushing his leg flat against the couch and moving to straddle both of them at the same time, sliding down from his thighs to sit on the backs of his calves.

"Fuck yohou," George said as he caught his breath, but he still forced himself to relax. He knew by working himself up it would only make him more sensitive later, and he was, unfortunately, very aware of the fact that he was no match for the other two by themselves, let alone together. George tried to lift his head once again, but Sapnap just held tighter, pushing his head down one last time as he watched out of the corner of his eye as Dream motioned for him to walk over and straddle George as well. "I'm nohohohot– I cahan't just… chill when I, like… when I know what– what's coming."

"I know, Georgie, I get it. I promise I'll be careful, okay? I know how to tell when you've had too much, you know I know your limits."

"Yeah, whatever," George grumbled, reaching over and smacking Sapnap's arm when he finally let go of his wrist and his neck in favor of sitting on top of George. He settled himself right on the small of George's lower back, making sure George couldn't move his upper body at all to throw him off, but still giving him enough space to breathe and flail his arms around when the tickling actually began. "Oh my god, Sapnaaaaaap…" George whined when he felt the new weight on top of him, attempting to squirm and wiggle away any way he could think to, but he didn't budge at all, barely moving a few inches the whole time. He couldn't kick or turn over or see past where Sapnap was sitting, entirely at the mercy of the two captors he was supposed to call friends, and entirely helpless to whatever they decided to put him through. "Sap– I– ugh, Dreeeeammm…"

"George," It was Sapnap who spoke this time, resting one hand on George's hip to get his attention. "Is this still okay? We can do this another time, if you want. I don't want you to actually be uncomfortable," He continued, gently messing with the waistband of George's shorts and the hem of his hoodie a few inches away, flicking them between his fingers to straighten them out and switching locations every so often. George's hoodie was still hiked up a small bit, leaving a sliver of his lower back exposed, and Sapnap switched his trailing the nails of his pointer fingers to follow that tiny line of skin, above the waist of George's boxers where they were slightly exposed. He smiled as he heard George squeak and gasp, and watched him arch his back as much as his body would allow him too. Sapnap pulled his hands away, moving them back to George's hips, not wanting to continue until he was given actual verbal confirmation.

"No. I hate you. This sucks. Get away from me, I'll kill you," George fought back, voice flat until the end where a tiny smile was audible in his words. Dream laughed and rolled his eyes, shaking his head at Sapnap.

"Trust me, he's fine. He's just being a dick, like usual. He's okay with this," Dream confirmed for him, making George scoff and roll his eyes. "Right, George?" Dream said, raising his voice and speaking slowly to make it mockingly obvious that he expected an answer. George scoffed again, not appreciating being spoken to and spoken about like he was a toddler, but he felt the hesitancy in Sapnap's touch where his fingers trailed thoughtlessly over his hip, and figured he should maybe give the boy a break.

"Yeah, this is okay. I'm okay, Sap. Promise. And- and Dream, he… he knows how, like… how to tell if I'm not… so…" George stumbled over his words, and the admission that Dream had done this enough to know his tells somehow felt more embarrassing than admitting he was enjoying himself.

"Exactly right. So relax, Georgie," Dream reassured softly, patting the sides of his thighs rhythmically, trying to soothe George as best as he could. "And let me show our lil' Sap here how to wreck you properly." Sapnap giggled at the affectionate description of himself, scrunching up his nose and shaking his head. George let out another whine, keeping one hand squeezed into the blanket and using the other to cushion his head and hide in again, the same position as he was in earlier.

"Yeah, shut up back there and let Dream explain," Sapnap said harshly, reaching behind him to dig into George's ribs for a few seconds, just to hear George squeal and feel him try so helplessly to squirm away.

"AH, FUHUCK– WHAHAT THE FUHUHUCK!" George reached back blindly and grappled at Sapnap's hands, but they were gone before he could even touch them, leaving him breathless, fired up, and confused once again.

"Okay, go ahead, Dream. Teach me your ways, Sensei," Sapnap said, pretending to karate chop both of George's hip bones with a small pop of his mouth before resting his palms flat on George's back below where he was straddling. The other two giggled at his dorkiness, but Dream began his explanation anyway.

"Okay, so, honestly there's a lot of little details to cover, but they all kind of get you a similar result, which is mainly just… screaming, whining, pleading, thrashing, crying–"

"I do NOT cry!" George interjected, horrified and offended by the implications Dream was making.

"No?"

"NO!"

"Want me to make you?" George went silent immediately, curling back into the crook of his elbow and whimpering softly. "That's what I thought," Dream boasted, making Sapnap chuckle again.

"You're cruel," Sapnap muttered without really thinking, speaking mostly to himself, though Dream heard him anyway.

"Oh, baby boy, that's nothing. You'll see cruel, don't you worry," Dream continued to act cocky, smirking at Sapnap as he looked up at him with wide eyes and nodded almost nervously. Dream made a mental note to absolutely explore that reaction later. "But anyway, yeah, um… there's very few areas on his thighs that don't get a reaction, so honestly, no matter what you do or how good you are at it you'll get a pretty decent reaction anyway." George grumbled at this information, groaning into his elbow, but not making a move to deny it. He knew it was true, and he knew it would seriously backfire on him if he tried to challenge that fact.

"Awesome," Sapnap mused quietly, trailing his hands down from George's back to his hips again as he listened to Dream talk.

"More specifically, though, nails are fucking killer for him, no matter where you do it. The scratches will get him begging in seconds, here, watch," Dream said as he formed his hands into claws and scribbled his nails up and down the backs of George's thighs, over the material of his shorts.

"No, nonono, Dream do‐OHOHOHON'T NAHAHAHA–!" George screamed out, shoving his face further into his arm and curling his elbow around his mouth to muffle the frantic, squeaky, high pitched laughter that was flowing out of him. "DREHEHEEEEAM!"

"And it only gets worse if you're able to get his bare skin, that's a literal nightmare for him. He can't handle that at all," Dream explained, only stopping his movements after he was done talking to quickly hook his thumbs into the legs of George's shorts and push them half way up his thighs, leaving the bottom part of his boxers exposed. George whined louder, burying his face further into the sleeve of his hoodie as he felt the cool air against the bare skin of his extremely sensitive thighs. Dream pushed them up as well, more gentle so he didn't make George too nervous, and he let his claw hands descend down again until he could scratch unbearably lightly over the backs of his thighs, as well as behind his knees.

"Oh god, oh fuck, oh f-FUHUHUCK–" George's laughter shot up in volume again, cackles and squeals bouncing off the walls of the living room. "DREHEHEAM, PLEHEHEHEASE!" George pleaded, slamming his fist against the couch and letting out pathetic whines and whimpers through his wild laughter.

"See what I mean?" Dream said smugly, giggling at the way he could feel George's legs tensing with the urge to try and move them away from Dream's fingers with no success. "This is another thing that works really well, here, gimme your hands," Dream said, motioning for Sapnap to bring his hands forward. He did, and Dream took hold of his wrists and gently placed Sapnap's hands on the exposed skin on the back of George's thighs, cupping them around the muscle there. George whimpered at the warmth of hands on him again, tensing up, curling his toes behind Dream as he braced for what he knew was coming. "Okay, perfect. Now just squeeze a few times, not hard enough to hurt him but, like… like this," Dream put his hands back on Sapnap's wrists, squeezing around them to demonstrate the proper way to repeat the movement on George's legs. Sapnap nodded and hummed in understanding, and he squeezed George's thighs repeatedly.

George screamed out, his entire body jolting, then melting into the couch for a few seconds as all the strength left his body, and then he began squirming and thrashing frantically when he couldn't escape the feeling.

"NOHO– SAPNAHAHAP!" George threw his hand behind him to grab at Sapnap, his hand landing on Sapnap's back, telling him he was in the right vicinity. He reached out again, able to get his hand to Sapnap's arm, and he wrapped his fingers around the material of Sapnap's sleeve and pulled at his arm. "STOHOP– PLEHEHEASE!"

"Okay, okay, okay, Sap, let him breathe," Dream said with a few giggles, clearly entertained by Georges suffering, as he tapped the back of Sapnap's hands so he'd pull away. Sapnap sighed in feigned annoyance, squeezing one last time and holding George's thighs with a comforting pressure to calm his nerves down before pulling his hands back. "Besides, he's gonna need a breather before the next part anyway."

"W-what?" George whimpered nervously, his voice raspy and broken from how much his laughter had practically shredded his throat. His breathing was heavy, and Sapnap could feel his chest behind him expanding further with every new breath he took. He spoke again, whiny and frantic, wondering what else Dream could possibly have in mind. "Whyhyhy, w-why, Dreheam, whahahat are you gonna dohoho?"

"Relax, baby. I promise you'll be okay. I'll make this quick, yeah?" Dream furrowed his eyebrows when he got a groan in response. "Georgie? Is this all still okay, sweet boy?" He asked, hoping to draw a verbal response of positivity from the eldest. Sapnap traced the tips of his pointer fingers in circles over the backs of George's knees, keeping his titters and giggles up but not overwhelming him too much to speak.

"God– yehehes, it's fihine… juhust hurry…" George said, giving Dream the reassurance he needed to get to the grand finale.

"I will, I promise." Dream said with a pat to George's thigh, before he adjusted his sitting position for the final time. He pushed himself off George's legs to only straddle one thigh– the opposite one from before– and he pulled George's now free leg to rest on top of his leg so it was propped up slightly. "I'm gonna use this leg this time. I feel like I tortured the other one enough earlier…" Dream proved his point by reaching back and swiping one finger quickly up the sole of George's foot, reminiscent of his earlier actions he used to subdue George. George yelped and squeaked, curling his toes and kicking his leg out where it rested on top of Dream's. Dream giggled at the reaction, before picking George's leg up again and curling his arm tightly around his calf, trapping it in a headlock. "…so it's only fair to use the other one to make it even," Dream finally completed his sentence, smiling when Sapnap hummed in agreement once again.

George squirmed, happy that he was able to move a bit more now (even if it was only a tiny bit), but he still whined and grunted and grumbled at the new position. He tried to twist and turn, attempting to slide his leg out of Dream's hold, but exactly how it had been the whole time, he got nowhere.

"I hate this," George complained. "I hate you both."

"George. Shush. I'm trying to learn here," Sapnap scolded playfully, chuckling when he heard George scoff and groan at him. "Proceed," He said to Dream, motioning for him to continue.

"Thank you, Sapnap. So, obviously the backs of his thighs are pretty bad, but you can't forget the rest of them by any means. Like, dragging your nails up and down the tops of his thighs will make him all shaky and whimpery, it's actually adorable. But if we're gonna keep going with squeezes and shit, above the knee works wonders, I promise you. Here, try for yourself," Dream offered, making sure his hold on George's leg was secure and gesturing for Sapnap to lean forward slightly to get the spot he mentioned. "Just kinda curl your fingers around right here," Dream demonstrated with his own hand, making George squeak again, despite the fact that nothing had happened yet. "Yeah, perfect. Now just squeeze, a little bit more firm than you did with the back of this spot."

"AHAHA, NOHOHO!" George reacted immediately after Sapnap began his squeezing, his laughter getting higher in pitch as the squeezing continued relentlessly. His leg shook and thrashed in Dream's grip, fighting as hard as it could to get away, almost on autopilot, since George knew there was no point in struggling anymore. "OKAHAY, OKAHAHAY, THAT'S ENOHOUGH THEHEHERE!"

"Is it, though?" Sapnap responded smugly, scrunching up his face and furrowing his eyebrows in exaggerated skepticism.

"YEHEHES, IT IHIHIS, PLEHEASE!"

"Okay, okay, fine. One last spot then we'll leave you alone. Sap, stop for a sec, rub the tickles away for him," Dream instructed, and Sap did exactly that, putting more comforting pressure on the spot and softly rubbing his thumb over it to get the ghost tickles out for George. The man in question was still giggling wildly behind him, and Sapnap was nearly convinced they'd broken him, but Dream seemed confident in the finale and George hadn't shown any signs of discomfort or discontent, so he went along with it. "Okay, one last thing. I saved it for last because it, like… it's really bad, and I wanted to actually be able to show you stuff before we had to call it quits, so, yeah. Fair warning, we literally might only be able to do this for, like… five seconds MAX, because it's so bad for George. I honestly appreciate him even letting me do this without openly trying to bite my head off."

"You're still an idiot!" George yelled from where he was laying, bracing himself yet again for what he knew was coming. "Just get it over with!"

"Okay, yes, you're right, sorry. Sap, the thing I'm talking about is his inner thighs, right? They're, like, crazy sensitive, especially to things like scratching, either harsh scratches or the really light ones, and also raspberries too, but we can save that for another time because even I know that's a lot for right now. Pinches also work super well, just little tiny ones, and all of that stuff works even better if you can get under his shorts to do it– which we're so lucky to be able to do today," Dream smiled, gently tapping his fingers against George's thigh where his shorts were still pushed up and the leg of his boxers still poked out unevenly. George whined, high in his throat, and even Sapnap could tell he was nervous about this part. He gently placed a hand on George's thigh that Dream was straddling, gently rubbing his thumb over his shorts to reassure him that he would be gentle.

"Dr-Dream, I–" George began, his voice coming out squeaky and shy, and he clamped his mouth shut before he continued.

"I know, baby boy. Real quick, then we're done, okay? This is it."

"Fuck, yeah, mhm… that's okay," George confirmed, reaching behind him to grip onto the fabric of Sapnap's sleeve again. He pulled more this time, until he was able to grab his elbow instead, and Sapnap let the boy pull his arm back until it was in reach enough for George to lace their fingers together. Sapnap nearly cooed out loud, looking at Dream with a wide-eyed, pouty, enamored expression that essentially read 'he is so cute, are you kidding me right now?', to which Dream nodded with his own similar expression. Sapnap squeezed his hand, pulling it back to place a gentle kiss to his knuckles before dropping their hands and letting them rest against the couch, planning to keep them intertwined until George chose to pull away.

"Okay, Sap. If you're ready, just take your pointer finger and thumb and just… pinch lightly, all up and down his inner thigh, like, this light," Dream once again demonstrated the correct pressure on Sapnap's wrist before he began, and Sapnap nodded. Seconds later, he was copying the movement on the pale, exposed skin of George's inner thigh, and the reaction he got was instantaneous. George let out a choked sound, followed by a muffled squeal and loud, hysterical laughter that he was obviously trying to hide by shoving his face into his sleeve again, even though it didn't do much. He immediately thrashed, harder than Sapnap had ever seen him squirm before. He kicked his leg wildly in Dream's grip, slammed his other foot against the couch where his leg was still pinned under Dream, bucked his hips and arched his back all while trying to twist away, and he squeezed Sapnap's hand as tight as he possibly could while twisting his wrist at the same time.

"GOD, OKAHAHAY, STOHOHOP– STOHOP, PLEHEHE– FUHUCK, PLEHEHEHEASE– STOP! STOP, I CAHAHAHA–" George begged and pleaded, his words getting lost to new bouts of laughter almost every time he attempted to get one out. His laughter was hoarse by now, and his gasps for air sounded damn near painful, and Sapnap could still feel how much his chest expanded every time he took one in, desperate for the oxygen as he didn't know when he would have the chance to take in another. "SAHAHAP– DREHEHE– OH GOHOHOD, PLEHEHE–"

"Okay, okay, okay, Sap, stop, he's had enough, he's definitely, definitely had enough," Dream said, batting Sapnap's hand away and laughing openly at how unabashedly George was begging. Sapnap immediately tugged the material of his shorts down and pressed his palm flat against George's thigh, following his leg down as Dream let it rest against the couch again. The room was void of words for a few moments, silent except for George's leftover laughter and sharp inhales and curse words.

Dream pushed himself off of George and motioned for Sapnap to follow, both of them standing up to give George some much needed room to breathe and relief from having the weight of two fully grown men sitting on him for well over 10 minutes, not counting however long Dream was on top of him alone beforehand. Sapnap turned around to face George as he stood up, resting one knee on the couch next to George's legs and slowly sitting down next to him, then reaching out to rub one hand up and down his back. Dream stepped forward and crouched next to the couch, using one hand to hold onto the arm to keep himself steady and the other to play with George's hair to help calm him down.

"Georgie? Are you doing okay, sweetheart?" Dream asked quietly, tilting his head to try and catch George's eyes, even as they remained closed. "How are you feeling?"

"Mm… mhm," George mumbled, melting into the soothing touches of the other two. "I'm good, really. Just out of breath," He explained with a chuckle, voice hoarse and scratchy. "And exhausted, oh my god, I am so tired," He finished, making all three of them laugh at the admission.

"I know, baby, I'm sorry. You're just so precious, sometimes it's hard to not fuck with you a little."

"That was 'a little', was it?" George snarked, putting air quotes around 'a little' as he quoted Dream. The other man chuckled and nodded, humming out a confirmation. "S'okay, though. Promise." George's voice was even quieter for the last part, almost a whisper, clearly embarrassed to admit it. Dream smiled softly, leaning forward onto his knee so he could press a soft kiss to the side of George's head.

"Good. Now, what do you say we all go up to my room and have a big group nap, yeah?" Dream offered, rubbing his hand up and down George's arm now. George nodded enthusiastically, whimpering at the thought of finally being able to relax and cuddle up to his two best friends.

"Yes, oh my god, yes please," He agreed, already pushing himself up onto his elbow and rubbing his eyes with the heel of his other hand. Dream giggled, glad George was still smiling and happy even after everything they'd put him through.

"Okay, good. What about you, Sap? You in too?" Dream turned his attention to Sapnap, who smiled so wide it made his nose scrunch up a tiny bit. He also nodded, equally as enthusiastically, giggling a little but.

"Yeah, absolutely, that sounds sooo fucking nice right now," He explained, before placing his hands on George's shoulders and leaning over to speak closer to his ear. "Plus, our little kitten is sleepy, isn't he? Poor baby needs all the rest he can get after that. Don't you, kitten?"

"Okahay, shut uhup–" George whined bashfully, bright blush returning to his cheeks as he scrunched his shoulder up and pushed Sapnap's head away. Both boys giggled, and Sapnap stood up, reaching his hand out for Dream to take to help him stand as well, which he gladly did.

George groaned as he turned onto his side, stretching his arms above his head and arching his back now that he was free to move his body again, before relaxing his muscles with a sigh and a hum. Before he could make a move to stand up, however, he felt a pair of arms slipping underneath his knees and back, and suddenly he was hoisted into the air and into someone's arms. He yelped and squealed, his eyes shooting open as his arms scrambled to grab the person's shoulders, and it took him less than two seconds to realize that it was Dream who had picked him up.

"DREAM! What the hell?! Let go, put me down!" George squirmed in Dream's arms, pushing at his shoulders, but Dream just shushed him and squeezed him a little tighter, and George couldn't help but relax in his hold a bit more.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm not gonna make you walk after all that, we're gonna dote on you and give you attention until you fall asleep, okay? Plus, you can barely keep your eyes open, you're exhausted," Dream explained, starting their journey to his room with Sapnap in tow, gently hitting the top of George's foot when he crossed behind them.

"That's not even true–" George tried to protest, but ironically enough he was cut off by a yawn, which he tried to muffle in Dream's shoulder but it only ended up making the squeak at the end more audible and making the other two coo at him. "Whatever. Shut up." All three boys giggled at that, and they finally reached the doorway to Dream's bedroom. Sapnap opened the door for all of them, and Dream walked over to his bed and tossed George onto it, making him scream out his name and fall into another fit of giggles as he bounced on the mattress. "You're such an idiot!"

"I know," Dream said with a wide smile, pulling the covers down the bed and tossing an extra throw blanket on the pillow for later use if anyone needed it.

They all crawled under the covers– Sapnap nearest to the wall, George in the middle, and Dream on the end– and Sapnap curled up against George's back like he was trying to superglue them together. He wrapped one arm around George's waist and the other over his chest to hold his opposite shoulder, and he pulled him close before crossing one of his legs over George's and nuzzling into the back of his neck. Normally, George would've complained and squirmed and pretended to be angry at Sapnap, but the hold and the warmth and the steady rise and fall of Sapnap's chest against his back was so instantly comforting that George was sure he could've fallen asleep right there. Dream smiled at the two before pushing himself forward as well, crossing his own arm over George's waist and worming it between the two of them. He brought his other arm up to let George rest his head on his bicep, making sure to still have his arm in a way that his fingertips could reach the back of Sapnap's head if it was out straight but the back of George's if it was bent, so he was able to keep contact with both of them. He rested his chin on top of George's head, kissing his head a few times before they all relaxed against Dream's cozy mattress. The room was silent for a bit, before Sapnap spoke up to make one final comment before they went to sleep.

"George?" He said quietly, not wanting to be too loud and startle either of his friends.

"Mhm?"

"I just wanna say thank you for letting us do that. I know that must've been, like… hell. Like, that must've been so hard to endure."

"I mean… y-yeah…" George responded, suddenly shy, reaching forward to fuss with the hem of Dream's shirt to keep himself busy. "But I'm alright, so that's what counts."

"Exactly," Dream agreed, sliding his hand off of George's waist to rest it gently on his hip, patting it as he spoke. "And you did so great, too."

"Alright, shut up, that's enough. Go to sleep."

"And who knows! Maybe one day George will be nice enough to let us do it again, with different spots!" Sapnap said with a hint of hope, pulling George closer by the waist and squeezing him tight.

"Yeah! I mean, I didn't even get to show you this spot, did I?" Dream said as he squeezed three quick times at the spot where George's hip and thigh met, making George gasp and push his hips back against Sapnap behind him.

"DON'T, Dream!"

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding, I'm not gonna do anything," Dream reassured, patting George's hip again before slotting his arm back around his waist. "We've tortured you enough for today."

"Yeah, you definitely have. Now let me sleep, Dream…"

"Okayyyyy, okay, fine. Nap time."

"Mm. G'night, idiots."

The room fell silent once again, and soon all three boys were fast asleep, curled up in each other's arms, where they were always destined to be.

#yippeeee shes finally finished <3 #lee!george #ler!dream #ler!sapnap #mushies lee!george week #cals writing

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