#if anyoneee likes this concept and wants to play around with it feel free

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Fun with Make-Up (Dream x GeorgeNotFound)

Concept inspired by @mushiewrites <333

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

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

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

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

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

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

George got that dangerous playful glint in his eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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