#Mushiewrites

[covenofwives]

Mushie mush @mushiewrites is a little lee who requested me to draw this scene with HD. Mushie loves HD getting teased and tickled almost as much as he loves getting teased and tickled himself

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Speaking Tongues

hello everyone!!

if you didn’t hear, yesterday was @mushiewrites BIRTHDAY WOOOO 🎉🎉🎉 everyone go wish them a happy birthday and give good vibes :DD

this is the fic i wrote for the momentous occasion, and originally i wasn’t gonna post it but someone encouraged me to anyway so here it is <3 it is different than anything i’ve ever written, but it was pretty fun to do, so i hope everyone likes it as much as mush did >:)

WARNING: this fic does include mouth tickles on george’s belly button, i know that is Not a lot of people’s cup of tea, so if that makes you uncomfortable, read at your own risk/skip this one!! no hard feelings, keep yourselves safe <3

lee!george, ler!dream, feat. sapnap, 1.6k words

enjoy!

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“This is so stupid,” George grumbled, clenching his teeth as he yanked at the restraints that held his wrists above his head. He felt the cold metal dig into his wrists uncomfortably, a harsh reminder of his captivity, yet the only anxiety he felt was that of the anticipation– really, he was more endeared than anything. “Is that really necessary?”

“For you? Yes. You’ve never tickled you before, you wouldn’t know,” Sapnap explained from his spot, cross-legged next to George’s bound arms at the head of the bed. George scoffed, already squirming through his nerves, twisting his wrists and trying to find a comfortable position for them to be stuck in for the next… however long it would be.

“Whatever,” He groaned again, earning a chuckle from Dream.

“You better watch that attitude, Georgie. If I was in your position I’d be careful,” He explained, settling himself to straddle George’s thighs, an action that made George’s heart kick up and his toes curl as he shifted nervously again.

He knew, realistically, that Dream was right, and that he should shut up, but for some reason that even he didn’t fully understand, his mouth was literally incapable of listening to that logic. So, he dug his grave even further.

“If you were in my position, you wouldn’t have even made it far enough to have an attitude, so…” George said, unable to stop himself, his brain spiraling as he cursed his lips for moving.

The room went silent. George felt like he had just stepped on a twig in the woods in a horror movie, alerting the killer of his exact location. He had no idea what was going to happen next, but every scenario his brain supplied was worse than the last.

“…Oh?” Dream replied, voice dangerously low, rumbling through his chest and into the deep center of George’s soul, and eyebrows dangerously high, wide pupils staring daggers into George’s eyes. George swallowed, already breathing heavier at the single syllable.

“No– no, I-I didn’t mean–“ George said, immediately trying to backtrack, voice shaky as he twisted and pulled at his wrists. Dream sucked in a breath through his teeth, letting it out as a wistful sigh, as if he was forced to make a decision he was reluctant to make– his next actions were decided for him, and he was simply going along with suggestions that were given to him nonchalantly.

“Well, if that’s what you want…” He finished, shrugging his shoulders, before launching his attack, and suddenly the tips of his rough fingers were digging into the center of George’s rib cage, his thumbs digging into the front of his ribs as well.

“NO, NONONO, I’M SORR– AHAHAHA, FUHUHUCK–!” George protested, screaming as soon as Dream’s hands touched down, latched onto the horrifically sensitive area, unmoving even as George thrashed and squirmed and tried his hardest to throw him off. “DREHEHEHEAM, PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Dream soothed, giggling as he watched George’s reactions only grow stronger. He shook his head wildly before throwing it back against the pillow below him, switching between pulling at his arms and forcing them to straighten out when the bite of the handcuffs became too much to handle, his eyes squeezed shut as tears formed at the corners. “I bet you’re sorry now, huh, baby?”

“WH– AHAHAHA– YEHEHEHES! DREHEHEAM, COHOME OHOHOHON!” George pleaded, attempting to reason with him, well aware that both he and Sapnap knew how much everything about the situation was driving him completely insane. He heard Sapnap chuckle next to him and he turned to hide his face in his arm as much as he could, the sudden reminder that he was still being watched hitting him like a truck and making him dizzy.

Well, that was probably the lack of oxygen, but he wasn’t exactly thinking straight, was he?

“Alright, fine, take a breather,” Dream said, pulling his hands back and rubbing the ghost tickles away with his palms, letting George catch his breath for a few moments. George took the opportunity graciously, gulping down the air like water in a drought, his body relaxing against the calming touch of Dream’s hands, almost forgetting what those same hands were just doing to him.

Almost.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Dream decided, slipping his hands under George’s loose t-shirt and pushing it up to reveal his torso, his whole tummy on display as he giggled nervously at the attention.

“Oh– Dreheheheam…” He whined, practically putty in Dream’s hands, but he tensed up again when Dream’s fingers began to scratch at his sides and the dip of his waist. He broke into high pitched giggles, squirming harder than ever before at the light touches, knowing they could sometimes drive him even more crazy than the cruel tickles– and he worried that might have been one of those times. He was able to handle it, though, until a few seconds later when he felt a soft gust of air flow over his tummy, and he whipped his head down to see none other than Dream’s smiling face hovering barely a few inches above his torso and blowing softly on his skin that was already riddled with goosebumps. “Nohohoho, nononono, whahat are yohohou doihihing–“

“Shhh,” Dream soothed again, only spiking George’s anxiety more.

Then, just as George thought he’d seen it all, he felt something he had never, ever felt before, touching his skin.

Dream’s tongue. In his belly button.

“OH– NO, OH MYHY GOHOHOHOD!?” George blurted out, voice turning squeaky and stuttery from the sheer shock of the feeling, and he dared to venture a look down to see if he was imagining it or if Dream really did have his fucking tongue inside his belly button, and he was horrified to find out that it was, in fact, the second one. “WHAHAT– oh myhy– whahat’s wrohohong wihith yohou–“ George yelled, breathing shallow and panicked, squirming like his life depended on it– which, in that moment, it kind of felt like it did.

“Sapnap,” Dream said sternly, not missing a beat, and Sapnap seemed to know exactly what he wanted from that.

Sapnap leaned over, gently curling his arm around George’s head, and placed one hand softly over his mouth, using his pinkie under his jaw to keep his lips pressed tightly together. The other hand quickly found its way to George’s hair, combing his fingers through the soft curls there, helping to both keep George in place and to help him relax into the feeling. George continued protesting, whining and trying to shake Sapnap’s hands away, but nothing seemed to help, and his whiny giggled and attempts at complaining were muffled into Sapnap’s palm against his will.

“There we go, that’s better, isn’t it?” Sapnap commented, voice low, close enough to George that he didn’t need to speak very loud. George groaned behind his hand, glaring up at him with a fire in his eyes that Sapnap couldn’t wait to watch Dream extinguish. He looked back down to watch Dream lower his head, and like magic, his mouth was on George’s belly button and George was thrashing once again.

“MMMH–!” He yelped, sucking in his stomach and tensing his entire body, his toes curling and biceps straining, puffing his chest up in favor of driving his hips back into the mattress, hoping to pull back far enough that Dream would stop. He didn’t, of course, and it only gave him better leverage to hold George’s hips down and let his tongue dip into the hyper-sensitive button. George gasped, a strangled sound getting caught in his throat as his entire body convulsed, and his broken screams and whimpers returned. “MM– MMHPH, MH!”

“This is cute,” Dream mused, placing a few tiny kisses to George’s tummy before nibbling lightly at the edges of his belly button. George squirmed and jumped at each nip, squeaky laughter taking over, his face bright red from complete and utter embarrassment, shock, and disbelief at what the hell Dream was doing. “Love when you get all squeaky, pretty boy.”

“MM-MM!” George denied, trying to shake his head as much as he could, curling his arms in to hide the rest of his face that was still visible. He was still squirming, but both Sapnap and Dream could tell that it was completely involuntary– he wasn’t trying to squirm away, it just kind of happened. Sapnap’s hand in his hair continued to scratch softly, helping him relax and fall into the trance even further, and Sapnap giggled at how sweet the scene was.

He could tell George wanted to be vehemently against everything that was happening to him, but he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t essentially floating towards the moon with how spacey he was because of it.

They stayed like that for a while, Dream’s mouth playing with the sensitive dip of George’s tummy, George’s whining and spasmic squirming, Sapnap’s hands staying firmly in their places, until George’s muffled voice grew raspy and the other two decided he’d probably had enough.

Dream pulled back, dazed for a moment as he came back to reality and stared at the red marks on George’s abdomen made by his fingers and mouth, but George couldn’t have seemed more content if he tried.

They quickly uncuffed him, Dream taking a moment to press soft kisses to the harsh red lines on his wrists from pulling at the restraints, holding George’s hands and playing with his fingers as he, too, came back into his own body. Sapnap immediately laid down on the bed, tugging the covers over himself and George and motioning for Dream to do the same on the other side, before clinging to George like a koala. He wrapped his arms tightly around his torso, making George laugh and jokingly try to shove him away, but that only made him squeeze George impossibly tighter, making him fall into another fit of giggles as they all settled into each other’s arms.

[mushiewrites]

More Tickle Asks 🪶✨

Decided to make some new SFW tickle questions since I've seen the same ones floating around for a while, so @cayjno and I came up with some! Feel free to spread around and have fun!

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What spot is the most flustering to be tickled on?

Would you rather try and fight back during rough tickles or give in and accept them? If you fight back, how quickly would you lose your strength?

What is a tease that melts you instantly?

Do you like to give / be given revenge tickles?

What is your favorite death spot (if you have more than one - if not, pick one that is a bad spot)?

Could you win the "Arms Up" game?

What spot (if any) makes you sleepy?

What is your favorite tickle game?

Would you rather have 2 lers tease you about your spots and reactions, or talk to each other about them like you're not there?

In your opinion, what is an underrated spot that you share?

What is your favorite tool?

Do you like being chased with the threat of being tickled? If so, why?

Would you rather have one ler or multiple?

What tool is the most flustering to be tickled with?

Out of these options, which would you rather - being restrained, being pinned or being left to squirm?

What is your favorite tickle trope (tickle monster, being stuck in a compromising position, massage turning to tickles, etc.)?

How do you feel about mouth tickles (raspberries, nibbles, etc.)?

Can you say the word out loud? And are there any spots that you can't say out loud?

Would you rather plan a session or have it be spontaneous?

What spot of yours would you like to have more attention on?

Pillow under the back during tickles - yes or no? Why?

Would you like to give / be given an impossible challenge (arms up, don't move, don't laugh, etc.)? If so, would you like there to be consequences if (when) you fail?

Favorite pet name to be called during teases / tickles?

Are you sensitive to air tickles (someone wiggling their fingers over a spot, etc.)?

Would you rather be tickled face up or face down? Why?

When being tickled, what technique works best - soft or rough tickles?

What would be more flustering - focusing on one specific spot, or focusing on multiple?

Do you have any uncommon tickle spots?

Reward or punishment tickles? Why?

Would you rather have your arms tied above your head or out to the sides?

[sleepy--anon]

Day 4: Weak Spot

You can still reserve unmarked days

Warnings: Intense tickles, restraints, mentioned romantic dreamnotnap, romantic dreamnap, mention of nsfw relations, explicit language

Reserved by @mushiewrites

The three boys were finally beginning to settle into life as a throuple, learning different boundaries and who's into what. It was apparent that Dream and Sapnap were the more openly affectionate ones where as George seemed to be more of an acts of service type of lover. He would cook, clean, do little things for them as a way of expressing his love. Sapnap and Dream were clearly more on the Words of Affirmation and Touch side of things, preferring to cuddle and say 'I love you' and through out compliments like candy on Halloween. Today was no different, George had cooked the two dinner and cleaned up before leaving to see a movie with Hannah, Sylvee, and Skeppy, and Dream and Sapnap laid curled up together on Sapnap’s bed.

"How many people do you think would be surprised by this image?" Sapnap asked, showing Dream his phone, displaying the picture he just took of him pressed against his chest.

"Look, I like being little spoon, nothing wrong with that! You're warm and you hold me nice. Plus I like your smell, you always smell good" He fluttered his eyelashes up at his boyfriend, just barely hearing him mutter something about him being a flatterer over his heartbeat, slow, loud, and rhythmic.

"Stoooopp! You're gonna put me to sleeeep!" Dream whined, softly batting the hand in his hair.

"You're so rude! What happened to your manners" Sap lightheartedly teased back, carefully rolling him onto his back, looking down at him fondly.

"I guess you didn't fuck them into me hard enough~" Sapnap’s jaw dropped, not expecting something like that out of Dream, George sure, but Dream?! Once the shock faded it turned into a dark look, one that got Dream’s heart skipping every time he saw it. He looked up at him with doe eyes, sliding his hands up his arms to his shoulders, pulling him down to kiss him.

"Sounds like I need to take a different approach~" Sapnap purred against his lips, biting the bottom one softly, earning a small tug to the back of his curls.

"Oooo~ You gonna spank me this time~?" What has gotten into him lately?? Whatever it was, it wasn't what Sapnap had in mind. He trailed his kisses down his neck,knowing full well his eyes fell closed. He slid Dream’s hands up, locking them in the leather cuffs that were still on his bed frame, sliding his hands down as he came back up to kiss him again.

"I had something else in mind~" Was the only thing Sapnap said before digging into Dream’s stomach, a well known weak spot for the tall blonde, one that Sapnap loved to abuse as often as he could. He heard the immediate clang of Dream yanking his wrists in surprise, bucking his hips up but not doing much with how Sapnap was laid across his hips.

"I figured this might get through to you a little better~" He crooned, sliding his hoodie and shirt up painfully slow.

"NO! No cohome ohohon! I thought we were being nice today! You were mean yesterday!" Dream whined, squirming as much as he could, which wasn't very much.

"You wanted to test me today, I just so happen to have a lack of patience today~" Sapnap chuckled at the harsh flinch when he leaned down to kiss his blushing tummy. Tracing circles around his bellybutton like a shark.

"All you have to do is apologize and say you'll behave~" Dream could barely comprehend what was said, it took him a bit before shaking his head.

"Nohohohoho, juhuhust dohohon't dohohoho ihihit!"

"That's not an option to pick my darling~" Sapnap slid his hands to his lightly freckled sides and dropped down to press the biggest, deepest raspberry right below his sternum. Dream shrieked at the top of his lungs, head flung back, feet kicking wildly, if they didn't live where they did the neighbors definitely would've called the police. Dream sucked in as much air as he could while Sapnap giggled at his reaction.

"Stohop lahaughing at mehehehe!"

"I'm not laughing at you gorgeous, you're just so damn cute~!"

"FUHUHUCK!" Dream screamed loudly, his laughter almost sounding like only screams as Sapnap pressed tiny raspberries along his sides while he teased his bellybutton, somehow only touching with his nail. It wasn't until he added his teeth when Dream started to break, his laughter going silent for a seconds before coming back. His looked up as he slowly nibbled closer to the middle of his tummy, seeing Dream's face soaked with tears, waving his trapped hand. He paused, only pressing firm kisses to the red belly.

"Fuhuhuhckin hehehehell, I'm sohohohorry. I'll be behahahave I swehehear." Sapnap moved up, kissing his tear soaked face, carefully releasing his wrists, moving them back into their original position. Dream pressed himself impossibly close to Sapnap, rubbing his face against his shoulder like a sleepy baby, before making himself comfortable. He nudged him twice before he understood what he wanted, moving his hand up to play with his hair as he fell asleep, sending George a picture of the aftermath which he quickly made his lockscreen.

[aninklingof]

A Balancing Act

What’s this madness? Sean writing a fic?? Impossible

Inspired by this post, a reblog of mine on @mushiewrites fic where I explain the concept I’m writing for (Kinda a continuation of sorts). Also inspired by @covenofwives fic here.

Lee! Sapnap & Dream

Ler! George

TW: restraints, probs intense tickles ✨Playonic!✨

Enjoy!

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“George, is this really necessary..?” Dream shifted nervously on his feet as the Brit tied a lead around his large wrist.

“You said if I won your stupid challenge you’d do whatever I wanted,” George explained with a smirk, finishing the knot and admiring his work. “And I want to do this.”

George took the other end of the lead and tossed it up and over a sturdy-looking branch of an oak tree. The lead hung down too far above George’s head with Dream’s hand clutched to his chest, so he turned to the blonde with an annoyed look on his face.

“Raise your arm idiot, I need to tie Sapnap.”

“NO WAY!!”

Sapnap, who was practically hiding behind the trunk of the tree holding his ribs protectively, spoke up for the first time since George had started tying Dream’s wrist. The brunette rolled his eyes with a scoff. “Come on, don’t be such a big baby.”

“… ‘M not a baby,” The ravenette pouted.

“Then get over here, nimrod,” George smiled, before noticing the lead was still out of reach. “DREAM LIFT YOUR ARM!!”

The green clad man whines and slowly lifted his arm which the lead was attached to. The rope didn’t move, so Dream reached up on his tip-toes and got it for George.

“Stay on your tip-toes Dream, I need to be able to reach Sap’s wrist.”

As Dream complied and Sapnap allowed himself to be attached to the other end of the lead, the two both came to the same horrific conclusion simultaneously. There was no way they could both stand flat-foot on the ground: one of them had to be on tippy-toes as all times.

“There, perfect.” George stepped back and proudly admired the genius position he’d put his two friends in. Dream was standing the highest he could on his toes and Sapnap was just barely on his. The two both had one arm raised, Dream his left and Sapnap his right, and they both used the one hand they had free to protect their respective worst spots.

“Sap, I-I’m barely touching the ground over here,” Dream stuttered.

“If you stand anymore on the ground I’ll be hanging in the air!!” The other shouted.

“Alright enough of that, let’s get this party started~” the goggle-wearing man held up his hands in claws and advanced toward the larger of the two.

“Geheheorge wahait!!” Dream giggled and attempted to curl into himself. Sapnap shouted in surprise as he was yanked up and practically dangling in the air.

Despite the blonde’s desperate giggling George’s nimble fingers sneaked under his green hoodie and began to spider around his sides and stomach, sending the man into loud shrieking laughter.

“Nohohohoho Geheheorge! Stahahap!!” Dream twisted and tried in vain to bat away the offending fingers with his free hand. “SAHAahahapnahap y-yohohohou’re puhuhulling mehe ohohoff the grohohohound!!!”

He wasn’t wrong— while Dream laughed and wriggled he was fighting with Sapnap for more length on the lead. The ravenhead pulled at the rope to get his feet on the ground, but in Dream’s thrashing he was elevated in the air several times.

George took advantage of this and reached out a hand, prodding at the youngest’s upper ribs. “NOHOHO GEHEHEORGE!!! STAHAHAP THAHAHAT!!!” Sapnap cackled.

“Man, this is awesome,” George commented as if he wasn’t tormenting his two friends with tickles. “It’s so fun to watch you two flail and fight for who gets to have their feet on the ground.”

“DREHEHEHEEEAM!!! LEHEHEHET MEHEHE DOHOHOHOWN!!! GEHEHEORGE STAHAHAP IHIHIT—!” Sapnap bellowed as the older attacked his ribcage freely, as Sapnap had to hold the rope with his free hand so he didn’t injure his wrist from dangling in the air.

Dream had gone limp and in recovering hand forced himself to stand flat-footed against the ground. Due to this Sapnap hung an inch off the ground while George wrecked him.

“DREEEEAAAAM!!!”

“Dreamie, you haven’t fallen asleep have you~?” George cooed and Dream squealed as he felt fingers scratch in his armpit.

“NAHA GEHEORGE!!” He jolted and leaped into to the air, giving Sapnap (who was still having his ribs tormented by George) the leverage he needed to start the tug-of-war flailing they had been doing before.

George smiled amusedly as he tickled Dream’s armpit and Sapnap’s ribs at the same time. The two men were fighting to keep their feet on the ground while they cackled and wriggled. It was immensely hilarious to the Brit.

“GEHEHEHEORGE STAHAHAP IT!! EHEHEHENOUGH!!” Sapnap shouted through raspy laughter.

“IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT!! PLEHEHEHEASE MEHEHEHERCY!!” Dream cried hysterically.

George finally took pity on his friends and stoped tickling them. They both started taking greedy breaths through residual giggles, still tugging at the lead back and forth weakly.

“Alright, hold still,” George said, pulling Sapnap down to undo his side of the lead. Once his wrist slipped from the rope Dream and Sapnap both collapsed on the ground in puddles of tickled wrecks.

George laughed and sat against the tree trunk, pulling the two younger boys to his sides. Dream hugged around George’s waist and buried his red face into his side while Sapnap rested his head on George’s shoulder and hugged his arm.

“You guys are idiots.”

“Shhh,” the blonde muttered, nuzzling into his side.

“We deserve this after what you just put us through,” Sapnap groaned and squeezed George’s arm tighter.

The brunette huffed fondly and relaxed into the holds of his two now sleeping friends, letting his eyes grow heavy and slip closed for a nap as well.

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[wishitweresummer]

Hey guys!

I’m finally making plans for moving out eventually! Me and @mushiewrites are planning on being roommates!

Does anyone have any suggestions for stuff we can get, tickle-wise now that we will have our own place? We just decided we are definitely getting some kind of stocks.

Just whatever, no matter the price. Let us know your ideas! Reply or reblog, anon, whatever.

[dtblrlove]

For @sapnapstummy @wishitweresummer @mushiewrites @snugglyfluffle

💌 @sapnapstummy @wishitweresummer @mushiewrites @snugglyfluffle

[mushiemadarame]

TRICK OR TREAT :3333 this is the only gif i have to hand that i don't think i've already posted somewhere so :3

aaaaaaaaaaaaaa that gif Jay!!! another day another unexplainable reason for you not to have posted it

anyway, you are my favourite person so you get....... a wip fic you've already read (exclusively) 😅

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“Hey, look at this!” Chay pulls Macau out of his thoughts with an elbow to the side. They’re lying on the grass sharing a pair of earphones from which a familiar voice that Macau can’t quite place drifts with a slow, melancholic tune. The warm early afternoon sun kisses their noses and cheeks. Tankhun’s carp pond is not far from where they lay and if he turns his head a little, Macau can see that his eldest cousin is currently feeding the fish. He’s accompanied by the usual two bodyguards he drags everywhere with him and mumbling in discontent. Even turned away, Macau doesn’t miss the displeased glances he keeps sending their way.

When Chay flips his phone’s screen in Macau’s direction, he forgets about Tankhun and concentrates on the picture he's being shown. Cutesy drawings of doughnuts and coffee cups dance across a bright pink background in front of his eyes. “What am I looking at?”

“It’s a new café,” Chay explains excitedly. “It’s just around the corner from here and it’s having a big opening tomorrow morning. We should definitely go.”

Macau mentally flips through his weekly schedule, trying to recall what day it is. Tuesday. And tomorrow’s Wednesday. Macau has classes until 12:30 on Wednesdays. “Sorry, Chay, I can’t,” he says, “I have classes on Wednesdays.”

Porchay’s face falls and he pulls back his phone. “Don’t worry about it,” he says, faking detachment.

Macau looks at him from the side, trying to discern if it’s finally the right moment to bring up the subject. He’s not entirely sure, but he tries anyway. “What about you, dude?” He starts flippantly. “What do you do in the mornings? I’m pretty sure you just cry and lament the fact that your most fun friend isn’t there, but I could be wrong.”

Chay snorts. Macau is glad to see the smile return to his mouth. “You know, just…” he replies and goes a bit shy, his smile turning bashful. When he continues, it sounds hesitant. “... waste time.” Macau sees the fingers of Porchay’s left hand twitch slightly on his chest where he’s resting it and thinks of the guitar case in Chay’s room. That can’t be right, though, it hasn’t moved even one-tenth of an inch during the entire time they’ve been hanging out together and if Macau hadn't already noticed that, the thick layer of dust all over it would be a dead giveaway of its disuse.

“So you do cry about me being gone,” he jokes again and nudges Chay’s shoulder with his own.

Chay laughs. It had taken Macau a while to pull that specific reaction of out him. Even though Porchay comes off as quiet and unassuming at first, he’s actually a very guarded person. Every time Macau manages to make him laugh, it feels like a reward and the sound of it never fails to put Macau in a mischievous mood to try and get more out of him.

“Ew, gross, as if!” Chay squeals and scurries away to get out of reach of Macau’s hands which he’s trying to shove under Chay’s armpits. They roll a bit in the grass before Macau decides he’s too lazy to keep going and they both settle back into their supine positions with a sigh.

“I honestly just waste time,” Chay continues after a couple of minutes of silence which Macau thought meant the conversation was already over. His smile is dimmer, just a remnant of their previous laughter, and his eyes are lost staring in the distance above as they cloud with whatever Porchay is thinking of.

Macau scrutinizes the side of his face but he can’t begin to read what’s going on in Porchay’s brain. In moments like these, he feels a little like decoration among the mess of Porchay’s life. He’s there, next to all the other things Porchay wants and cherishes but if he wasn’t, Porchay probably wouldn’t notice, not right away at least. It makes Macau a bit lonely but all the more determined to dig deeper, move some of the useless stuff around and get to a place where Chay will want to play with him first. It’s a childish feeling, the kind that was burned out of him the first time Vegas prioritised Macau’s attention and was left with bruises for the trouble. He’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone, Macau thinks and then shakes himself out of his trance when the feeling starts getting a little too big for his ribcage to keep it all in.

“How come you’re not in university?” Macau tries to sport his most casual tone. “And don’t say you don’t have the smarts for it,” ─ that was the excuse Porchay had improvised when one of the cooks had asked that one time, it took three days for Macau to convince Chay to go back to eating in the kitchens after that one ─ “I’ve seen you shake your head whenever I botch my Statistics homework, you can’t fool me.”

Chay breathes out a resigned sigh and closes his eyes. He skips to the next song on his phone before speaking, Macau doesn't recognise this one. "I did pass the first few tests, actually," he says, "but I skipped the last one I was supposed to take."

Macau nudges him again, prompting him to continue but Porchay doesn't. "Why didn't you?" he asks then.

Chay shrugs and looks away. His fingers are tangling and untangling with each other where he’s resting his hands on his chest. “I didn’t really see a reason to anymore.” Macau doesn’t prod, but he’s hoping the silence will make Chay elaborate on his own. “Porsche didn’t like that very much,” he eventually continues, “When he found out, he was furious. He’s never shouted at me like that before.” At that, he gives a mirthless laugh. “I don’t even know if he was madder about me not telling him or me not going to university.” Macau doesn’t find it very funny, but he keeps silent. “I’m still not sure how he found out. He said Kinn told him but I don’t know where he got it from.”

Macau supposes Kinn might have noticed a missing tuition somewhere at some point, but he can tell Chay doesn’t really care all that much. He can tell that the reason Chay told him isn’t the whole story but going by Chay’s mood, this isn’t the right time to ask for more. “What were you gonna study?” he asks instead, hoping that’s tangential enough that Chay won’t mind answering. He realises that’s not the case when Chay immediately tenses and sits up with an abrupt move.

“Music,” he says curtly and gets on his feet. He pockets his earphone and brushes the legs of his pants from the grassy residue of their lie down. “Do you wanna go see what they’re making for dinner?” The deliberate change of subject isn’t lost on Macau. “Maybe they still have some leftover mango from yesterday’s cheesecake.”

Macau lets it slide, making yet another addition to the list of things Porchay doesn’t want to share. Later, he promises himself, We’ve got time.

[fluffallamaful]

lee truths

1 - what’s your favorite spot to be tkled?

10 - what are your top 5 spots? Do you have any secret ones you don’t tell anyone about?

13 - do you get easily flustered? What does it take to get you that way?

lee dares

1 - I dare you to reblog a post you specially reblogged because of how flustered it made you (:

ler truths

1 - what is your personal favorite spot to tickle? (I know this already buuuuuuuuuut 😇)

13 - what is your favorite method of teasing?

ler dares

7 - I dare you to tag a lee that you want to tickle. Be respectful (:

from this ask game

ftsyxyse so many you’re a bag of nuts

lee truths

1 - what’s your favorite spot to be tkled?

back 🤤

10 - what are your top 5 spots? Do you have any secret ones you don’t tell anyone about?

heh,, 🥴 back, ribs, neck, armpits, feet. and yes i do >:D

13 - do you get easily flustered? What does it take to get you that way?

depends on my moooddddd. if i’m in the mood to fluster then non. otherwise yes.

admittance. questions and admittance get me that way >:(

lee dares

1 - I dare you to reblog a post you specially reblogged because of how flustered it made you (:

🤡👹.

ler truths

1 - what is your personal favorite spot to tickle?

TUMMY TUMMY TUMMY TUMMY TUMMY TUMMY TUMMY TUMMY

13 - what is your favorite method of teasing?

omg omg omg. sneaky. being so sNEaKy. the types of teases where the lee doesn’t even realise they’re being teased. or just like teases to do with tone, like cooing or lowering my voice. rhetorical questions. so much

ler dares

7 - I dare you to tag a lee that you want to tickle. Be respectful (:

@ georgenotfound

[gigglesis]

🍎🫧🥗 / apple, bubble 1 + salad :D

Good thing you're cute because you forgot which number was 2 silly! We both know I'm winning 😌.

After I win, I'll throw in extra for calling me out with 🍎 and 🥗 🙄

[mayawritestickles]

Im always down for the dream team :D hc's, fics, drabbles, literally anything <3

YESSS i love your thinking sm :D

ty for the request!! <3

p.s. i LOVE your blog and fic's they're- RAH amazing i love them sm🫶

[doodlenbugs]

hi :D

lee truths

1 - What’s your favorite spot to be tickled?

4 - Have you ever dreamed of being tickled? Do you remember what happened?

10 - What are your top 5 spots? Do you have any secret ones you don’t tell anyone about?

lee dares

4 - I dare you to tag the first ler that comes to mind and tell them you want them to tickle you

ler truths

7 - Have you ever told someone outside this community that you like tickling?

12 - Do you prefer tools light like feathers or rough like a hairbrush?

ler dares

5 - I dare you to send an ask to any lee telling them how much you appreciate them and what they bring to this community. On or off anon

7 - I dare you to tag a lee that you want to tickle. Be respectful!

Mushiiie aaaaaaaa. helloooooo

Lee Truths

1:KSDFKLSGJ u already know this but the backs of my sides hhhhhh

4: I havvvvve ajsdklhagk off the top of my head I can't even remember much but i think i was pinned on my stomach eeeeeeehehehe

10: Sides, tummy, back, neck, ribs aaaaaaa those are not in order asjdlfkhaf (my secret is that my palms are actually really really bad but i have no idea if they'd be fun or not if someone else tickled them. tis unknown to me aksdjhflk)

Lee Dares

4: IDEK IF I CAN MANAGE THIS KSDJFLKDJ especially since rn im in more of a ler mood and there's no full ler i know of asjflkakfhd i'll do this one another time if you remind me aaaaa

Ler Truths

7: I have! It was my ex gf. We're still good friends actually. But she never did anything with it because she always worries about boundaries and i can never ask its a lose lose situation KSDJFLKHSG

12: This one is hard but I think I'd wanna tickle someone with light tools because I LOOOOVE little giggles and it's fun to try and get someone to beg just with little light tickles hehehehehe

(I may skip these dares for now. I didin't take into account how comfortable i was with them when i reblogged it kaklfdjs so so sorry <3)

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Sweet Like Maple Syrup

hi everyone!! so this fic is entirely dedicated to @mushiewrites for their birthday next week!!! everyone say happy birthday mushiiiiieeee <333

originally i was just gonna post it on his actual birthday but i got impatient and really wanted to post it early so here it is :D i hope everyone enjoys!! especially mushie bc he deserves the best birthday present ever which is obviously a cal fic, duh 🙄

again everyone with them a happy birthday and enjoy the fic!! :)

lee!dream, ler!sapnap, 5k words

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Dream wasn’t sure how long Sapnap had been planning this, but he did know that he hadn’t been flustered that much in a long time.

It started that morning.

Dream had woken up just like any other morning– at a whopping one o’clock in the afternoon, which was the closest to morning he’d gotten all week, after being sick for the previous one and working himself to the bone to catch up on his projects after that fact– with the only difference being a text from Sapnap sitting on his phone when he nearly blinded himself with it to check the time. It wasn’t unusual for him to wake up to a text from Sapnap or George, but today’s text was out of the ordinary specifically because of the message itself.

meet me in the kitchen when you wake up ;)

Dream blinked a few times, squinting at the brightness of his phone screen, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger before reading the message over again. What could Sapnap have needed? The text was only from half an hour prior to him waking up, but if Sapnap had urgently needed something, surely he would’ve come to get him? What did he need in the kitchen, and why was there a winky face, and what was going on, and why was he so nervous to find out, and–

The sudden smell of breakfast foods wafting into his room pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked over to his cracked open door– wait, did he leave his door open? He could’ve sworn he closed it before going to bed, did Sapnap check if he was awake before texting him?– as the smell grew stronger. Dream took in a long inhale, humming softly at the incredible smell, before groaning as he pushed himself off the bed to stand up. He pushed his arms above his head, arching his back and groaning again as he stretched his sleepy, sluggish body out, before ruffling his own hair and stomping his way down to the kitchen to see what the fuss was about.

The sight he was met with when he made it there was… way, way more than what he was expecting, if he was being honest.

On the kitchen island, there were placesets made for two people, set in front of the barstools, behind various plates and platters with more food than Dream could conjure up in his mind on a good day.

There were two separate plates of pancakes, what looked like multiple different flavors, two stacks to a plate with each stack being five pancakes high. Next to that, a platter– Dream recognized it by the snowflake details on the edges as the Christmas themed one his mom had given him when they moved into their permanent home– with eggs on it, some scrambled and some sunny side up. A third plate, a completely different color and size to the rest, this one being smaller and blue, more flat than the other white ceramic ones, was piled high with crispy, wonderful smelling bacon. Finally, there were two small bowls, one being clear glass and the other being a slightly bigger white ceramic one with blue stripes on it, both filled with an assortment of fruit, tossed together to make a beautiful display of shapes and colors. Between the dishes were various condiments and additional toppings; ketchup, maple syrup in a glass bottle that Dream had never seen before, extra chocolate chips, whipped cream, and even a jar of bright red cherries.

And, behind all of the mountains of breakfast foods, standing in front of the stove as another batch of bacon sizzled in a pan and the fan above it whirred loudly, was none other than Sapnap himself. Dream watched silently as Sapnap turned off the burner, pushing the pan of bacon over to the side while he wiped his hands on the kitchen towel.

To say Dream was in awe would be the understatement of the year.

“Woah…” Dream spoke, mostly to himself, voice scratchy and still thick with sleep. Sapnap whipped his head around at the sound, smiling widely as soon as he saw the older man in front of him in the doorway of the kitchen, all ruffled bed hair and loose t-shirt and pajama pants and bare feet.

“Hey!” He said happily, wiping his hand one final time before making his way over to where Dream was standing.

“What…” Dream said again, glancing between his friend and the food, making eye contact once Sapnap got closer, smelling of smoke and bacon and sweet pancake batter. “Wh… Holy shit, Sap…”

“G’morning, cutie,” Sapnap replied through his giddy smile, resting his hands on Dream’s shoulders, standing up on his toes in his socks to place a gentle kiss on Dream's cheek. Dream felt the heat rise to his face, subtly overwhelmed by the sudden affection and bewilderment just minutes after getting out of bed, and he stared with wide eyes at Sapnap as he pulled back. He blinked rapidly, his mouth open just slightly in his shocked state, but Sapnap paid his confusion no mind, continuing to speak as if everything was normal. “Hope you’re hungry! There’s plenty of stuff to go around, so take anything and everything you want. Didn’t wanna have too little,” He finished with a pat to Dream’s shoulder, his hands sliding down his arms until he was able to hold onto one of Dream’s hands. “C’mon, cute thing. Let’s get goin’ before anything gets cold.”

“Sapnap…” Dream muttered, tilting his head to the side and looking down at his best friend adoringly.

“Yes, my baby boy?” Sapnap replied, mirroring Dream’s head tilt and smiling up at him in a way that made Dream’s tummy flutter.

“What the fuck…” He asked, exasperated already, shaking his head while a fond smile pulled at his lips.

“What do you mean? I can't make a gourmet breakfast for my favorite puppy just ‘cause I want to?” Sapnap explained, voice innocent and excited, but his choice of words and the smug look on his face when Dream let out the smallest gasp at them told Dream he wasn’t as innocent as he seemed.

“Oh, Sap, don’t do that,” Dream complained, shaking his head again, looking down at his bare feet against the cold tile as he felt himself flush further.

Sapnap smiled, reaching one hand over to suddenly scratch at his tummy, making Dream squeal and jump back, only to be stopped by Sapnap’s hold on his arm that he used to pull him back.

“Sapnap!” Dream yelped, pressing his palm to his tummy to keep the area safe. “Don’t– don’t do that, that’s not– that’s not–“ Dream stammered, the blush on his face and the butterflies in his tummy so strong he couldn’t even attempt to finish his sentence. Sapnap only giggled, placing another kiss on his cheek before tugging him by the arm towards the barstools.

“C’mon. Sit,” He commanded gently, patting the seat of the stool for Dream to take– which, unsurprisingly, he did– while he grabbed the spatula to serve Dream his food. Dream went to reach for his own plate at first, but Sapnap snatched it up quickly before he could grab it.

“Sapnap,” Dream rolled his eyes playfully, though he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.

“What looks good, Dreamie?”

“I can do it myself.”

“No, you can’t,” Sapnap replied, using the spatula to point to the stacks of pancakes. “Blueberry, chocolate chip, or plain?”

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” Dream said, though his chest was still blooming with warmth, his heart skipping a beat every time he glanced around and saw everything that Sapnap had done, just for him. When he looked back up at Sapnap, the younger man simply gestured at the food again, waiting for Dream to just give in and accept his fate. Dream’s eyes softened, and he curled in on himself slightly, clasping his hands together in his lap and twisting the ring on his pointer finger nervously. “Blueberry.”

“Of course,” Sapnap obliged, sliding three blueberry pancakes onto Dream’s plate, carefully keeping them to one side. He gestured to the eggs next. “Scrambled?” He asked, and Dream nodded shyly. “Perfect. Bacon too?” Sapnap asked as he shoveled a small pile of scrambled eggs onto the plate, before gesturing to the bacon with the tip of the spatula as well. Dream nodded again, his smile widening.

“Yes, please,” He replied quietly, watching Sapnap finish off his plate with a few strips of bacon and carefully place it back in front of him. “Holy shit, man,” Dream muttered, still very much in awe of everything happening.

“There you go, pretty boy. You can help yourself to any toppings or fruit if you’d like some, that part’s all you, so… enjoy!” Sapnap said with a frankly adorable smile, grabbing his own empty plate and piling it high with food as well.

“Sap, I…” Dream began. “I just– I don’t… I don’t know what any of this is about, but… tha– thank you for… literally all of this,” He finished, looking over at Sapnap as he closed the refrigerator after grabbing the carton of orange juice. He looked over at Dream, smiling kindly as he poured two glasses and placed one in front of both of their finished plates, before moving over to stand next to Dream, catching his eyes as the elder stared up at him.

“Aw, baby doll,” Sapnap cooed, his subtle Texan accent lending itself to the phrase, enough to make Dream’s eyebrows furrow and his lips form into the tiniest pout. He cupped Dream’s face gently, rubbing his thumbs under his still sleepy eyes. He moved one hand under his chin, gently tilting his head up further. “You’re so welcome. I just wanted to do something nice for you, sweetheart. Only the nicest stuff for my best puppy, right?”

“Ugh, Sapnap,” Dream whined, and suddenly he surged forward and wrapped his arms tightly around Sapnap’s waist, hugging him so close and so tight it would have knocked him over if he didn’t grab onto Dream’s shoulders to brace himself.

“Oh– Dream! Holy shit,” Sapnap said through a shocked laugh, steadying himself and hugging Dream back. “Okay, okay, easy, puppy. Relax.”

“Sorry,” Dream replied bashfully, loosening his grip slightly but still leaving his arms around Sapnap’s waist, looking up at him adoringly.

“No! No, don’t be sorry at all, I love it when you get all touchy like that. It’s really cute,” Sapnap replied, running his fingers through Dream’s untamed curls, in an attempt to fix them from where they were still messy from sleep. Dream giggled, pressing his temple against Sapnap’s ribs, as Sapnap rubbed a hand up and down his back.

“Shut up, you’re such an idiot,” Dream replied, making Sapnap giggle.

“Yeah, but you love it. Okay, we actually have to eat now or the food is gonna be cold and taste like ass, so…” Sapnap pointed out, letting his hands slip down to Dream's sides, squeezing twice before quickly pulling back, leaving Dream reeling.

“HEY–“ He yelped with a flinch, tensing his arms to his sides and watching Sapnap with a slack jaw as he sat down and began pouring syrup on his pancakes like nothing happened. Dream scoffed, reaching for his glass of orange juice to take a sip. “You’re insane.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Eat your breakfast,” Sapnap replied nonchalantly, but the smug smirk stayed strong on his face as he did so.

They finished eating a while later, finishing just barely over half the food between the two of them and at least a glass and a half of juice each.

If Dream were to claim the rest of the meal was uneventful, that would be the second understatement of the year.

There were several times throughout the meal, more than Dream could think about counting without getting flustered beyond belief, where Sapnap’s devious fingers found themselves gravitating towards Dream’s body. Countless times, he would squeeze above Dream’s knee and over the tops of his thigh, moving down to his inner thigh with tiny pinches every so often, the poor boy barely protected by the thin pajama pants he wore. Sapnap would spider his fingers over his kneecap, squeeze above his hip bone, poke at his side and claw at his ribs, and he even went as far as to shoot his hand towards Dream’s tummy, though he didn’t actually tickle there just yet.

Dream jumped every time, flinching wildly, kicking his leg out and hiking his knee up. He curled his toes, dropping his fork each time with a clatter against the plate in favor of grabbing and pushing at Sapnap’s wrists, twisting his torso away, whining at him to ‘stooooop, Sapnap, stop it, that’s not fair!’ each time he attacked– a request Sapnap obviously never obliged.

Dream felt like he’d been sent to purgatory, doomed to sit on edge next to Sapnap for the rest of eternity, waiting and waiting for the next tickle attack, never sure when it would happen or where Sapnap would target.

Or maybe he’d been sent to heaven. That was more accurate. But he’d never tell Sapnap that, not in a million years.

By the time all the empty dishes were in the sink and Sapnap had begun placing the leftover food in containers to be finished at a later time, Dream was, understandably, extremely nervous. His cheeks still felt burning hot, his fingers returned to twisting his rings around them, his knee bounced up and down from where he stayed seated at the barstool after Sapnap had scolded him and smacked the back of his knuckles with a plastic tupperware lid when he tried to help him clean up, telling him ‘down, puppy, I’ll get everything put away, don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours’ firmly enough that it made him giggle from the fluttering of butterflies in his tummy. He watched Sapnap work, trying his hardest to cool down his flushed face, but he learned the hard way that it was nearly pointless to try.

“Sapnap?” Dream began softly, as Sapnap opened the fridge and stacked all the leftovers inside.

“Yes, handsome?” Sapnap responded, smiling as Dream’s smile turned bashful once again and he squirmed in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest and biting his lip. “What’s up?” He prompted, placing the condiments in the door of the refrigerator before closing it, finishing the clean up of the kitchen.

“Can you… Can I like… Can I ask what– what all of this is for?” Dream stuttered out, confusion still evident on his face. Sapnap chuckled at his hesitation, walking over and standing in front of him again, carding his fingers through his hair once more.

“Sure, you can ask that,” Sapnap replied with a nod, but silence is all that followed, Dream waiting for Sapnap to elaborate and Sapnap doing nothing of the sort. Dream’s eyebrows furrowed again, more confused than ever, before he broke the silence himself instead.

“So… wh-what is… what is it for, then?” He asked slowly, and the hand in his hair then became two, cupping the back of his neck and scratching the back of his hair there. His shoulders dropped instantly, his body melting into the soft touch as he hummed softly at the feeling. Sapnap laughed once again at his stuttered question, pausing before he responded, in a way that still did not answer Dream’s question.

“You’ll find out soon enough…”

“Sap, what–”

“C’mon…” Sapnap cut him off, taking a step back and reaching down to uncross the taller boy’s arms. Dream let his arms slip apart, smiling as Sapnap grabbed his hands and pulled him to stand up. “You need anything before we go? Water, bathroom break, anything like that?”

“No, I don’t think so, but I don’t even know what we’re–”

“Good answer,” Sapnap cut him off once more, before turning towards the stairs and leading Dream up to his own bedroom. Dream chuckled as he was pulled along, and then once again when they made it to Sapnap’s room and the younger boy dropped Dream’s hand to hold the door open for him.

“After you, pretty boy,” Sapnap said as he gestured for Dream to follow him in, making Dream shake his head fondly as he did so.

“You’re such an idiot,” Dream spoke through a wide smile, and he heard the door close behind him before Sapnap’s hand was in his again.

“Right you are, baby,” Sapnap replied with a poke to Dream’s cheek, and Dream’s lips pressed together through his smile as the bright blush quickly returned to his face, even worse than before. “Alright, c’mere,” Sapnap continued, guiding Dream over to his freshly made bed and turning him to face away from it.

“Sapnap,” Dream replied, his nerves setting in again. He still felt butterflies fluttering in his stomach, his chest tight and tingling, something in it making him feel giddy, like sparks of electricity were stinging underneath his skin wherever Sapnap’s hands trails over while guiding him back.

“Shh, it’s okay. Just relax,” Sapnap said softly, stopping barely a foot away from the bed and looking up at Dream with a devious glint in his eyes.

Then, suddenly, there was a shove against his chest and a foot behind his knees, knocking him down and pushing him backwards onto the mattress, and Sapnap was kneeling above him just as suddenly, knees on either side of Dream’s hips but not sinking down to straddle him just yet.

“WH–“ Dream yelped, bracing his palms on the bed, trying to push himself away, but Sapnap landed a hand on his chest. He didn’t push him down, didn’t grab his shirt, still didn’t sit on his hips, he just pressed his palm to Dream’s chest and smiled when Dream looked up at him with a shocked expression. “Sap– Sapnap, what is–”

“Listen, puppy,” He began, and Dream couldn’t stop the whimper he let out, always sensitive to that name, especially when Sapnap would say it in moments like this. “Just relax, okay? This isn’t for anything or because of anything, You didn’t do anything wrong or anything to warrant this. I’m just really in the mood to tickle you today.”

“Wh-what? Sapnap, you– that’s not–” Dream tried to argue, shuffling slightly to lay more comfortably against the bed, dropping down from his palms to his elbows, Sapnap’s hand staying on his chest as he moved.

“Shhh,” Sapnap soothed, pressing his finger to his lips as he did so. “I just want to, alright? Thank you so much for letting me pamper you and take care of you and make you all sweet and pliant for me.”

“I’m not plia–!” Dream tried to argue, but then Sapnap’s finger was pressed to his lips just the same, cutting off his words as he shushed him once again.

“It’s okay, Dreamie,” Sapnap spoke, reaching behind him and pushing Dream’s legs to make sure they were flat, before dropping down to sit on his thighs. He then reached forward to tap Dream’s elbows, hinting at him to lower them to lay down flat. When Dream whined and shook his head, pulling them closer to his body and pushing himself up higher, Sapnap retaliated by harshly digging his fingers into his ribcage.

“NO!” Dream yelped, arching his back and immediately falling down against the bed and shoving at Sapnap’s arms, exactly as Sapnap expected him to. Sapnap pulled his hands away, pressing both palms to Dream’s chest to keep him laying down as Dream wrapped his arms around his torso to protect himself from another attack.

“Okay?” Sapnap asked, raising his eyebrows at Dream. Dream knew the okay meant multiple things– an okay as in ‘you’re gonna listen to me now, right?’ An okay as in ‘is this okay with you?’ An okay as in ‘this is the plan, got it?’– and Dream knew his answer to all of those was okay, yes, confident enough to nod his head in response.

“Okay,” Dream muttered, unable to stop either the blush and the smile on his face from growing, and he settled himself back against Sapnap’s bed, the cool pillow under his head soothing him even as he brought his hands up to cover his blushing face, letting out a muffled whine as he relaxed into the blankets below him.

“You comfy, darlin’?” Sapnap asked, letting Dream adjust himself however he needed in case he wasn’t. Dream whimpered at the question, shifting his shoulders a few times before nodding in acknowledgment. “Good. I’m glad,” Sapnap said with a smile, before lightly taking the hem of Dream’s t-shirt between his fingers and pushing it up to reveal his tummy. Dream gasped, shooting his hands down to cover the newly exposed skin, pulling his shirt back down.

“Oh, nohoho!” He replied, giggling nervously, pressing one palm to his stomach and covering his mouth with the other to hide his giggles, shaking his head quickly.

“No, c’mon, Dreamie. Let me do it.”

“I cahan’t!” Dream said through a whine, pressing his hand in harder when Sapnap tried to push his shirt up again anyway. “Noho! Sap, plehehease!”

“C’mon, puppy. I wanna get your tummy, don’t you want me to?” Sapnap asked, letting his voice drop off to a soft tone, making it nearly impossible for Dream to deny the accusation. Instead, he threw his arms over his face to hide in them again, kicking his legs uselessly behind Sapnap, but otherwise doing nothing to stop the smaller boy from tugging his shirt again, bunching it up around his ribs so his whole torso was on display. “There we go, there’s my good boy, thank you, Dreamie.” Dream whined again, dropping one arm to wrap around himself again, sliding from his ribs to press his fingertips into the soft skin of his lower tummy, curling them lightly around the waistband of his pajama pants, before swinging back up over his face once again. “Aww, poor thing. You must be so nervous, huh?” Sapnap cooed, resting his hands on Dream’s sides and gently rubbing his warm skin with his thumbs. Dream whimpered and nodded, his tummy jumping at the movement of hands against it.

“Just–” Dream mumbled, moving his arms away from his face so his voice could be heard. “Be nice, please?”

“Aw, puppy,” Sapnap cooed, sticking out his bottom lip, making Dream cover his face again. Sapnap pressed his palm against Dream’s stomach, rubbing his thumb there as well and making him let out a small squeak as he tried to suck his tummy in on instinct. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be so gentle with you. So, so gently, my sweet boy,” Sapnap promised, and before Dream could respond to him, he used both hands to gently drag his pointer fingers up and down Dream’s sides. Dream gasped, his hands jumping down to bat at Sapnap’s, trying to push the offending fingers away, but Sapnap only swatted him back and kept up his tracing. “See? Gentle. Nothing to worry about, right?”

“Mmmm…” Dream hummed, not exactly reassured by Sapnap’s comfort, but curling his hands into fists and restraining himself from fighting back regardless. Sapnap decided to push slightly further, gently tugging the waistband of Dream’s pajama pants down a couple of inches to reveal the jutting bones of his hips and the line of sensitive skin between them. “Oh god, Sahahapnahap!” Dream whined, moving his hands over and uncurling them to cover the exposed area. Sapnap gently pushed them away again, pressing them down against the bed with his fingertips and watching as Dream gripped the comforter tightly in his fists to stop himself from interfering with the tickles.

“Oh, perfect, Dream, stay just like that,” Sapnap praised, and then brought back his two pointer fingers, tracing gently around Dream’s upper tummy, over his sternum between his ribs and over the fronts of them as well. Dream squealed, sucking his stomach in and half-arching at the feeling, immediately lost in helpless giggles at the feeling. “There we go, puppy, that’s good, right?”

“Ihihi hahahate thihihis…” Dream whined out, his fingers flexing and stretching out as Sapnap moved to the sides of his tummy, jerking towards him to attempt to stop him before he controlled them again and brought them back down by his sides. He squirmed as much as he could, shaking his head, squeezing his fists against the blanket, shifting his shoulders constantly, kicking his legs out, anything to help him deal with the unbearable tingly feeling, but nothing seemed to work. He was still lost in the sensation, unable to focus on anything but how much it tickled. “This suhucks sohoho bahad…”

“Nooooo, it’s okay, you love this! You love your tummy tickles!” Sapnap stated, a fact they both knew, but one that made Dream whine and squeeze his eyes shut even harder anyway. “You’re so cute, Dreamie, I just can’t get over how adorable you are.”

“Wh– shuhuhut uhup!” Dream protested, throwing his head to the side and trying to lean as far into the gap between Sapnap’s pillow as he could get. “Dohon’t say thahahat!”

“I can’t help it!” Sapnap said in his own defense, smiling when his tracing fingers swirled around to Dream’s lower tummy and made him gasp and bite his lip before he returned back to the sides of it, adding a second finger with each hand now. After a few seconds, he switched to his whole hand, forming it into a claw shape but not using it for that motion just yet, instead just dragging his nails over Dream’s incredibly sensitive skin. Dream let out a squeak, embarrassing enough that he attempted to clamp his lips shut and let out soft whimpers instead of his bright giggles. “Hey! Don’t do that, let me hear you laugh!” He protested, using his claw shaped hands for their intended purpose twice over Dream’s sides just to make him open his mouth again.

“AH– Sahahap!” Dream yelled out with his sudden burst of laughter, pushing further into the pillow, falling back into his high pitched, breathy giggles when Sapnap returned to his tracing.

“Thank you, beautiful…” Sapnap began, earning a groan from Dream. “You really are like a puppy, aren’t you, darlin’?”

“Nohohoho!” Dream whined out, but Sapnap knew damn well that Dream was aware it was true. Sapnap giggled at Dream’s protest, pushing further, backing Dream into a corner.

“No? Gentle tummy tickles always get you all melty like one, though, don’t they?” Sapnap asked softly, his voice fond, and Dream whimpered and shook his head.

“Thahahat– that’s nohot truhuhue! I’m nohohot!”

“Okay, so I should stop calling you puppy, then? If you’re so adamant that it’s not true…” Sapnap smiled at Dreams silence, followed by his fluttery giggles, as he leaned his head back against the pillow as it lolled to the side, a dopey smile on his face. He swallowed against his laughter, attempting to start speaking, before falling back into his giggles and squeezing his eyes shut. “Huh, baby? What’s that?”

“Mm–” Dream whimpered again, flexing his fingers against the comforter and tightening his fists, loosely hitting them against the bed below him to expel the flusteredness that prevented him from answering. “Sahap…”

“It’s okay, you little goober,” Sapnap said, quickly bringing one hand up to ruffle Dream’s still messy hair before continuing his gentle tracing with it, making Dream’s giggles brighten happily as he squirmed under the affection. “I know you love being my sweet puppy, don’t you?”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!” Dream whined into the soft material of the pillow as he returned to his hiding place, jumping and squealing suddenly when Sapnap hit a particularly sensitive spot on his tummy, barely a few inches to the right of the little dip in the middle of it. Sapnap giggled at him, using his other hand to cup Dream’s side gently and using two fingers to scratch at that spot mercilessly. Dream squealed again, much louder now, curling the other way against Sapnap’s hand on his side and trying desperately to get away from the offending two fingers. In response, Sapnap squeezed his side once, making him jump back the other way, repeating the agonizing cycle. “Nahahaha– plehehehease! Sahahapnahahap! I cahahahan’t–!”

“Awww, my poor puppy,” Sapnap cooed through a pout, giggling when Dream whimpered and pouted up at him too, before getting lost in laughter again. “Does it tickle, baby?”

“Mhm!” Dream agreed through his laughter, nodding his head quickly, squirming as much as he could in his pinned position.

“Yeah, I’m sure it does, sweetheart,” Sapnap said with fake sympathy, but he still decided to stop both techniques for the sake of keeping the tickles bearable.

Well, kind of. Until he thought of a new idea.

He shifted his hands down, returning to just his pointer fingers, and he began dragging his nails above the line of his displaced waistband between his hip bones. Dream squeaked at the change in technique, arching his back and trying to push his hips down into the bed, away from the tickles.

“Nahahaha! Sahaha– noho, plehehehease!” Dream’s voice was pleading, high pitched and whiny through his struggles. His hands smacked against the blankets, still able to hold back from pushing Sapnap away for a few more seconds. But, eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore, and his hands shot down to grab Sapnap’s wrists, struggling to pull him away with how weakened the tickles had made him. “Sahahap, plehehease, c’mohon, plehease stohohop!” He pleaded, before he was able to yank Sapnap’s hands away from him, giving him a much needed break in the tickles. “Oh my gohohohod…”

“You okay there, giggles?” Sapnap asked softly, lacing his fingers with Dream’s and rubbing the backs of his knuckles with his thumbs. Dream hummed and smiled, nodding his head up at Sapnap as he blinked his eyes open to look at him. Sapnap nearly teared up at the relaxed expression on Dream’s face– the calm smile that overtook his lips, the fond look in his eyes when they made eye contact, the way his head tilted back and sideways into the pillow as he laid there, content and smiley and letting Sapnap play with his fingers and rub his knuckles. “Aww, my puppy, you’re so sweet.” Dream giggled at the compliment, his nose scrunching up with his laugh and only making Sapnap feel more warmth in his chest. He looked so cute, Sapnap almost wanted to squeeze his face, pinch his cheeks, bite his nose, anything to get the cute aggression out of his system.

Conveniently, he remembered Dream was still pinned underneath him.

So, he pulled his hands away and suddenly latched them onto Dream’s hips, squeezing the spot just above the bones and digging his thumbs into the spot just inside them. Dream broke out into loud laughter, kicking and squirming and thrashing underneath him, grabbing onto his wrists to try to pull his hands off and rid himself of the excruciating feeling.

“SAHAHAP?!” Dream yelled out, his fingers continuously slipping off Sapnap’s wrists and having to readjust their grip, even as Sapnap’s hands remained unwavering in their movements. To be even meaner, Sapnap took in a deep breath, then leaned down and blew a long raspberry over the same ticklish spot to the right of his belly button, making Dream’s laughter grow even louder, much more shrill and raspy now. “WHAHAHA– NOHOHO, PLEHEHEASE!” Dream’s pleading fell on deaf ears, even when he moved his hands to push desperately at Sapnap’s head and shoulders and arms and knees to try and push any part of him away. He was unsuccessful at every attempt, and he had no choice but to sit through what Sapnap did until he decided he was finished, completely helpless to the devastatingly ticklish experience for as long as Sapnap deemed fit.

And if Dream tried to claim that he didn’t love every second of that day? Well…

That would be the third understatement of the year.

[sleepy--anon]

Day 24: Pinned

Reserved by anon

@mushiewrites birthday fic

Reblog first, like later please, reblogs do more

Reservations are full

Warnings: tickles on the more intense side

The size difference between Dream and George were drastic, everyone could see that, both in height and width. Dream was broader than George and had almost six inches on him. The only thing George could use to his advantage half the time was his wit, quick comebacks to make Dream flustered, or he'd have to team up with Sapnap to over power him, because wether or not he'd admit it, Sapnap is crazy strong. Unfortunately for George, Sapnap was out for the day, the weather was nice so he went to the skate park so George was left to execute his plan by himself. He and Dream were sitting on his bed when George became a little antsy, normally he would text Sapnap to come in and they would go from there but George had to do it alone this time.

"Dreeeaam.." He drawled out, turning to face the blonde, he began to lace their fingers together infront of them, watching the way Dream’s fingers covered his whole hand and part of his wrist.

"You're being too quiet, it's boring me" George carefully climbed onto his lap, slowly pushing him onto his back, softly press his hands into the mattress just above his head. Dream stared up at him with wide green eyes, trying to figure out where this came from. He managed to get both sets of his fingers tangled in his one, using the now free hand to trace down the left side of his body.

"Gehohorge." He warns, flinching harshly at certain spots. He pulled his hands only to realize that the way George held his fingers made it a Chinese finger trap.

"You were boring me, so I made my own entertainment~!" George was quite proud of himself, he managed to get DREAM of all people, pinned by himself. He poked and prodded happily, going around his ribs, sides, tummy, and part of his hips. Dream squeaked and yelped, yet he never really pulled all that hard, that was until George poked his bellybutton through his shirt. Dream ripped his hands through George’s cleaver trap, grabbing him by his tiny waist, flipping them like he was rolling out of bed. Before George could fully register what had just happened, Dream had both his wrists in one hand in the same way he had his fingers.

"Uhh, Dream..?"

"You didn't seriously think you could get away with that did you~? And by yourself?! Oh George, you would've been better off waiting for Sapnap to come back~" George whined in the back of his throat, attempting to sink deep into the mattress to avoid Dream’s pointed, unwavering gaze.

"You ready Mr. I'm So Bored~?" George shook his head so quick his fringe landed on his forehead like bangs. He tugged on his wrist, getting way less leeway than Dream had when they were flipped.

"Yeah well I don't really care if you're ready George~ I wanna hear you scream~" George had just enough time to widen his eyes like saucers before Dream latched onto his ribs, digging his index finger into the top ones, his pinky into the bottom ones, his thumb into the middle ones, and his middle and ring fingers into the back ones. George did as Dream wanted, a scream ripped through his throat, he had never felt tickles on his ribs from every spot before, there was not one part of his right ribs that weren't being tormented. No matter how much George kicked, twisted, pulled, screamed, or begged, Dream would not let up. Watching George’s face darken in different shades of red and spread to his ears and neck, watching the tears form in his eyes, watching his hair stick to his forehead with sweat.

"DREHEHEAM STOHOHOP PLEHEHEHEASE THAHAHAHAT'S SOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!" George screached after finally getting a quick breath. Dream paused for a second, humming like he was thinking while George heaved, trying to get as much air as possible.

"Mmmmm... no~" He started his hand back, switching to rubbing deep circles rather than digging as he leaned down to nibble at his other set through his shirt. George went from loud hysterical cackles to just straight screaming, his voice would cut in and out as he screamed incoherent words while waving his hands in their capture.

"DREHEHEHEHEAM!" George finally managed to land a knee hard enough to knock him off balance.

"StohohoOHOP PLEHEHEASE! Plehehehease Stohohop plehehehease, I'm sohohohorry, I cahahan't tahahahake thihihis anymohohohore!" Dream finally decided that George was officially tickled out, he released him, carefully rubbed his red ribs under his shirt, shushing him when he flinched.

"Think carefully about your decisions before you make them George, we both know if I was Sapnap you would still be screaming and kicking."

[aninklingof]

Three Times Rough & One Time Soft: Sapnap edition

This is my birthday fic for Sapnap, which is also the start of a possible series that I want to do!

Thanks to @mushiewrites for proofreading the first part (Dreamnap), @wishitweresummer for help with the second part (Karlnapity), and @kasey-writes-stuff for the third part (Punznap)!

Lee! Sapnap

Multiple Lers!

Warnings: swearing ✨Platonic✨

Enjoy!!

~~~~~

“Sapnap!” Shouted Dream from the kitchen before he came stomping into the living room, crossing his arms and staring annoyed at the younger lounging on the couch.

“What,” he replied without meeting Dream’s gaze.

“It’s your day for the dishes.”

Sapnap groaned and slumped further down into the cushions dramatically. “Can’t you do it?”

“No, it’s your day.” The blonde tapped his foot, his anger steadily increasing with the man. “I did it yesterday, like I was supposed to. Now it’s your turn.”

“But you’re closerrrrr—“ the ravenhead whined and threw an arm over his eyes.

Dream almost shouted again at him, but paused. He took notice of how Sapnap was sprawled on the couch— how his t-shirt had ridden up to expose a sliver of skin when he raised his arm— and it gave the blonde a much more fun solution.

Sapnap hadn’t heard Dream answer right away and thought for a moment that he’d left (he still couldn’t see due to the arm over his eyes). Just before he went to peak however he felt a weight settle over his hips and a firm hand press to his forearm, holding the arm on his face in place.

“Dream—? What’re— wAHAHA—!!” a sudden squeal leapt from his throat as he felt the torturous touches of fingers in his armpits, kneading roughly into the sensitive spot and sending shockwaves of intense tickles through his nerves.

“This should teach you to do your chores,” Dream spoke, the smirk on his face audible in his words. “Tickle tickle Sappy~”

“DREHEHEHEAM NOHOHOHO—!!! STOHOHOHOHOP THAHAHAT!!!” The brunette cackled wildly, kicking his legs and slapping Dream’s tickling hand frantically with his free one.

“Do the dishes!” The older exclaimed, starting to rub his knuckles rapidly up and down Sapnap’s ribcage. And he lost it.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAA—!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!! IHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHORRY!!! IHIHIHI’LL DOHOHO IHIHIT!! IHIHIHI’LL DOHOHOHO IHIT IHI SWEHEHEAR!!! JUHUHUST STOHOHOHOP!!”

And as soon as the vicious tickle attack started it was over. Dream released Sapnap’s arm and it immediately shot down to protect his tingling ribs while the younger took gasping, greedy breaths.

“You good Pandas?” Dream chuckled fondly after a minute or two.

“F-Fuhuck…. Yohou…” Sapnap stuttered breathlessly, his smile genuine to show he wasn’t actually mad.

“You want a round two?”

“Noho!! I’ll doho them!! Lemme up!”

Dream wheezed as the younger pushed him off and immediately jumped up to go do his chore, rubbing his ribs that still buzzed with ghostly tickles.

~~~

Sapnap, Karl and Quackity sat huddled together under a blanket while they watched a movie. It was late and they had spent most of the day streaming and goofing around, being loud and chaotic for most of it. Now though they were relaxing and shamelessly cuddling each other.

Sapnap was sandwiched in between the two others at the moment, clutching a bag of sour patch kids and snacking on them periodically. Quackity randomly threw his arm over Sapnap and cuddled into his side aggressively. In doing so his hand landed on Sapnap’s side, making the brunette let out a squeak which he tried to cover up.

“Quackity get off me!” He snapped shakily, hoping the ravenette hadn’t noticed his little noise.

“Did you just squeak?” Karl asked.

“N-no!!” Sapnap answered far too quickly.

A shiver ran down his spine upon hearing a maniacal giggle from Quackity next to him. “You squeaked, didn’t you?”

Suddenly he felt tickly sparks in his sides from curious prodding fingers, those of which belonging to Quackity. He puffed up his cheeks in an attempt to hold in his laughter, his eyes squeezed shut and his hands gripping at the younger’s wrists.

“Aww look at him! He’s turning all red!” Karl cooed, reaching up to Sapnap’s chin and scratching gently with his pretty painted nails.

At this Sapnap snorted and broke down into high pitched, adorable giggles. “Kahahaharl!!! N-nohohooo!!”

“Nawww! Look at himmmm!” Karl added a second hand into the chin-tickling.

“Hey, I wanna try something George told me about!” Quackity exclaimed. His hands shot up into Sapnap’s armpits and started scratching and scribbling sporadically. “Is wittle Pandas ticklish?”

The Texan’s face flushed brighter than a stoplight and he began cackling loudly. “NOHOHOHO!! DOHOHOHONT TEHEHEASE!! GEHEHET OHOHOHOUTTA THEHEHERE!!!”

“He’s flustered by baby talk?! That’s so cute what the honk?!” Karl squealed happily. “Who’s a ticklish wittle baby? Huh?”

“GUHUHUHUYS PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Sapnap pleaded as he thrashed, tears of laughter pricking in the corners of his eyes.

“Alright alright,” Quackity chuckled, stopping his tickle attack and removing his hands. Karl moved his from the brunette’s chin to his scalp where he started to scratch to soothe the man down from his giggly high.

“Thahat wahas cheheheap,” Sapnap sighed through residual giggles as he melted into the cushions, relaxed by Karl’s hand in his hair.

“You loved it, pretty boy,” the oldest retaliated, making Sapnap whine and blush again. The three snuggled up together and picked a new movie to watch, Sapnap dozing off in between his two best friends happily.

~~~

“PUHUHUHUNZ FUHUHUHUCK OHOHOHOFF!!!!” Sapnap wailed, the vicious squeezing and kneading to his sensitive thighs driving him into peals of hysterical laughter.

Punz simply smiled down at the younger man while he tormented him relentlessly. “I told you you’d regret being a little shit to me during the stream yesterday!”

The stream Punz was referring to was a late-night Valorant stream on his Twitch account. The entire time the two were playing together, Sapnap was being particularly bratty. He continuously stole the older’s kills and gloated about how bad he was, getting Punz down to his last nerve.

“When you get here tomorrow I’m going to absolutely destroy you,” he threatened lightheartedly, gripping his controller tighter in anger as Sapnap sniped another one of his kills.

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” the Texan laughed. “Judging by your ability to ‘destroy me’ right now, I don’t think I have to worry too much!”

Oh how wrong he was.

Upon his arrival he was hurried inside and ushered to put his stuff in the guest room rather quickly. At the time Sapnap had thought nothing of it, however now that he was pinned on the couch laughing his lungs out it started to make more sense.

“FOHOHOHOR FUHUHUHUCK’S SAHAHAHAKE STOHOHOHOP WIHIHIHITH THEHE THIHIHIHIGHS!!!” Sapnap cackled desperately.

“If you say so,” Punz responded, lunging forward and shoving the brunette’s sweater up to blow a big raspberry right in the center of his belly.

“FAHAHAHAHACK—!! NAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAT!!!”

The blonde continued covering the man’s tummy in raspberries despite his plea, eventually snaking his hands up to Sapnap’s ribs as well. Upon feeling rough digging in between the bones his laughter ascended into silence.

After a minute more Punz ended his ruthless attack, sitting up with a proud smirk to admire his work.

Sapnap was smiling ear-to-ear, his face bright red and streaked in faint tear tracks showing that at some point tears were shed. He giggled while gulping in air greedily, finally cracking an eye open once he had leveled out his breathing to see the older smiling fondly down at him.

“Stohop staharing…” he whined, flushing red all over again and covering his face in embarrassment.

Punz laughed and climbed off of the younger to sit next to him, pulling his head into his lap and idly brushing his fingers through the brunette curls while turning on the tv.

He was in for one hell of a weekend.

~~~

“Sappy~ wake up birthday boy~” Dream cooed as the brunette slowly drifted into consciousness. Looking down at him was Dream and George, their fond smiling faces filling him with warmth almost immediately.

Sapnap blinked blearily and a sleepy grin stretched across his face. “Mornin’…” he mumbled, his morning voice rasping quietly.

The two climbed onto the bed and squished the sleepy Sapnap between them. Dream started to gently trace the youngest’s ears and jaw while George’s hand slipped under the blanket and his shirt to lazily trail over his belly, getting him giggling immediately.

“We had to give you your special birthday wake-up tickles~” the blonde continued. “And this time Georgie is here to help…~”

“Special tickles for a special day,” George muttered, inwardly cringing at himself but continuing since he knew Sapnap liked all the soft attention.

Sapnap giggled softly and started to squirm as he grew more and more awake, but the tickles remained feather light and gentle. It filled the youngest’s belly with butterflies that served to only worsen the tickles on his tummy.

“T-tihihihickles….”

“Nawww, does little Pandas like his tickles~?” Dream purred as his fingers fluttered lightly over Sapnap’s collarbone.

The Texan flushed at the special nickname used only to tease him and make him red as a strawberry. He moved to hide his red face in his hands, only to hear a ‘tsk tsk’ from George.

“No hiding, Sappy. We wanna see your red face,” the oldest scolded gently.

Sapnap whined. “Ihihi’m uhuhup..”

At his words the two stopped and squeezed him in a tight hug. “Happy birthday,” Dream muttered.

“Happy birthday, idiot,” George repeated, adding an affectionate ‘idiot’ at the end for some authentic George flair.

After a moment the three broke the hug and the two older men stood. “Breakfast is ready downstairs. Get dressed and come on down,” Dream smiled as he and George left the room and shut the door.

Sapnap sat in his bed and sighed happily. Life could not be anymore perfect at that moment. It was gonna be a great birthday.

~~~

[wishitweresummer]

My bestie made this little comic, he’s the puppy mushroom and I’m the little tickle-monster-in-a-box 🥺🥺🥺

Can you believe how talented my friends are?

They’re @mushiewrites !!!