#mushy the cow

[spidersarecannibals]

A man and his emotional support cow

[lil-kozy-kollector]

Stim toys that help me feel younger when need be!

Plus gifs of some of em!😁

[chuuminn]

me if you even care-

[littlewigglers]

Little guys.

[madomkasak]

Stop me from ever posting reckless thoughts verse vignettes because suddenly I've done a full 6k love letter thing

[jb-bang]

Pete Rawhide would not be a big fat fluffy black cat as like fursona but he would be as an animal, yeah?

[flowerbull]

pls consider..... getting bitten by arlo. ....that is all.

[thornsnvultures]

idk how some of you girlies write eddie mean. I just don't have it in me. I can appreciate it, you're doing the dark lord's work, but every time I try he just goes "ope sorry 🥺" and shuffles away.

[kalas-art-corner]

Oc doods

[nomairuins]

i want to watch the things on my watchkist but i also never do its rly tragic

[mushiewrites]

……..oh my gosh??????????????????????????????????????

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 :)

---

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.

[bovineblogger]

this could be a little disturbing (not sure what to cw it as? non lethal unnatural hole?) but have you ever heard of fistulated cows? :O

i got to see some during school and even got to stick my arm in one! it was gross :D ! very warm, mushy, and damp but something I'll never forget haha. also got to milk a cow, hang out with calves, and artificially inseminate a cow uterus!

yeah!!! veterinary medicine is so cool n strange !!!!

for those tht dont know, a fistulated cow has a lil porthole in their side that grants access to a part of their stomach! its mostly for research purposes (general research on cow digestion, or specific things like making sure the grass theyre eating is nutritious enough) but can also be used for treating digestive issues !

images (x) (x)

[moonstruckme]

Hellooo!!! I have a Spencer Reid request, but feel free to ignore it if you're not up for it hahaha! I was thinking about BAU!Reader and maybe her and Spencer starting to mimic each other because they've been together for a while and spend so much time together? Like the way they talk, etc! I think it could be so so cute, especially if they don't realize they're doing it and the team noticing it for them? Thank you so much, I love everything that you write 🤍

Thanks gorgeous!

cw: discussion of tongue preservation methods? sorry in advance

Spencer Reid x bau!reader ♡ 560 words

You gaze lovingly at your boyfriend as he goes into detail about how to preserve severed tongues. 

“So the fact that this unsub is purchasing equipment actually shows a lack of medical expertise, since he seems to be going overboard with preservation measures.” Spencer’s nodding as he talks, a tiny scrunch between his brows. “It’s pretty silly actually. It’s probably only a matter of time until he figures out he just needs to keep them on ice.” 

Rossi’s eyebrows raise, and Morgan chuckles quietly. 

Spencer blinks, eyes refocusing as he comes out of his brain and back into the conference room. “What?”

“Did you just say the unsub was silly?” Prentiss asks, and his eyebrows refurrow. 

“Did I?” 

“Let’s stay on task.” Hotch is all business. “If he were as inexperienced as that would suggest, he probably wouldn’t make clean cuts. This skill level indicates some level of expertise.” 

“Well, actually, I’m not sure it would necessarily be medical expertise,” you say, cringing at your own knowledge. “The process he’s using doesn’t sound dissimilar to how I think they preserve cow tongues. Maybe he’s preparing them to eat.” 

You’re doing your best not to squirm, and Spencer can likely tell, placing a slender hand on your leg under the table. “That’s a good point,” he says, “he could have experience as a chef or in the meatpacking business.” 

Prentiss frowns. “Yeah, but how many chefs know how to preserve tongues?” 

“Maybe we could start by looking into restaurants that serve those kinds of delicacies,” JJ suggests. 

“Good.” Hotch closes his binder, standing. “Garcia, you get started on that and we’ll touch base with you from Atlanta. Wheels up in two hours.” 

“Yes sir.” Garcia looks a bit green—you sympathize—as she hurries out of the conference room. 

Morgan’s giving you one of his knowing looks, collecting his things extra slow, until finally you sigh. “What?” 

“Well, actually,” he mimics, lips curving into a grin. “You and pretty boy must be getting serious if you’re taking on his signature phrase.” 

You roll your eyes, but Spencer smiles, looping his crossbody bag over his head. “Actually, language style matching is only one form of mirroring. If you’re paying attention, people who spend a lot of time together can mirror each other down to their breathing rhythms or how many times they blink within a minute.” 

You look at him interestedly. “So what does that mean? Just that we’re spending too much time together?” 

The look Spencer gives you threatens to liquefy you with its softness. “There’s never too much time.” 

Morgan’s laughter is hooting, and you want to find that as cheesy as he does, you really do, but the place within yourself where you usually reach for sarcasm has gone mushy and useless. You rearrange some things in your bag unnecessarily, head down to hide your blush.

“Wow,” Morgan sighs happily, “I don’t know which one of you is more whipped.” 

This would normally be your opportunity to think of a retort, but luckily you don’t have to. JJ pops back into the room, looking frowny. 

“We just got a call from Atlanta. The unsub killed again overnight.” 

Spencer grows serious. “He’s accelerating?” 

“Yup.” She nods. “Hotch wants us there now, so it’s wheels up in twenty.” 

You and Spencer nod in tandem. “Sick.”

Morgan’s eyes roll straight up to the ceiling.

[mushiewrites]

lil concept based of this insane clip post by @fluffallamaful

the boys are scrolling through twitter later on in the night when they're all settled down in the hotel room. the video of Shadoune biting george's tricep makes it on dreams timeline and he sends it to sap immediately. they both shoot each other mischievous grins before tackling george down onto the bed and wrestling with him until sap has his arms held over his head and dream is straddling his waist

dream proceeds to show george the video without any explanation, letting him watch it through a few times to make him blush and protest and plead before throwing his phone to the side and leaning down to nibble the overly- sensitive skin of george's tricep himself

george starts thrashing and squirming, and he winds up howling so loudly that they get noise complaints ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[mushiewrites]

oh…my gosh….??? 😵‍💫

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 🗣‼️

—————

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.

—————

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!

[geotjwrs]

spill your GUTS

Pairings ; Olivia Rodrigo x Male!Reader

Warning/s ; none

Olivia Rodrigo and Y/N, two of the music industry's biggest stars, took their seats at a circular table filled with an assortment of revolting foods. The camera zoomed in to capture their expressions of both excitement and trepidation.

"Hey, everyone! I'm Olivia Rodrigo," Olivia began with a wide grin, looking directly at the camera. "And this is my best friend slash ex, Y/N."

Y/N chuckled, waving to the audience. "That caught me off guard but hey, guys! So, today we're playing 'Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts,' and, honestly, I'm not sure if I'm excited or terrified."

Olivia nodded. "Same here. For those who don't know, the game is simple. We either answer a really embarrassing question or eat something totally disgusting."

Y/N picked up a plate of what looked like jellied meat, gagging dramatically. "Like this. What even is this?"

Olivia laughed. "That's pickled pig's feet, Y/N. And it looks... appetizing."

They both burst into laughter before Olivia continued the introduction. "Alright, let's see what else we've got. We have bird saliva, cow tongue, and—oh my god—fish eye smoothie. Who comes up with this stuff?"

Y/N shook his head, still laughing. "Someone with a twisted sense of humor, clearly."

The camera zoomed in on the various dishes as Olivia and Y/N made exaggerated gagging noises, building up the suspense for the game.

"Okay, Y/N," Olivia said, picking up the first question card. "Ready to get started?"

Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath. "As ready as I'll ever be."

Olivia grinned mischievously. "Alright, first question: Out of all the songs you've written, which one is about me?"

Y/N's eyes widened. "Wow, you're really going for it, huh?"

Olivia nodded. "Answer the question or... eat a nice, juicy cow tongue."

Y/N looked at the cow tongue with a grimace. "Okay, okay. I'll spill. It's 'Dangerously' I wrote it right after our breakup, and it just kind of poured out of me."

Olivia's eyes softened. "I remember that one. It's a beautiful song, Y/N."

They shared a brief, soft smile before Olivia shook it off. "Alright, my turn."

Y/N picked up a card, smirking. "Name one celebrity you've hooked up with that no one knows about."

Olivia's face turned bright red. "You're kidding!"

Y/N pointed to the plate of bull penis. "Or you could eat this."

Olivia stared at the plate, contemplating. "Fine! It was... well, it was actually someone from another record label, but I won't name names."

Y/N's jaw dropped. "Wow, juicy!"

They laughed, the game continuing with each round bringing out more hilarious and awkward moments. They gagged, they cringed, and they teased each other relentlessly.

"Alright, Olivia," Y/N said, holding up a plate of the dreaded fish eye smoothie. "Would you rather get back together with your ex from high school or drink this?"

Olivia groaned. "That's just cruel!"

Y/N grinned. "What's it gonna be?"

She sighed deeply. "I'll take the smoothie. No way am I going back to that mess."

As she lifted the glass to her lips, Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "You're braver than I am!"

Olivia took a tiny sip and immediately gagged, causing Y/N to burst into laughter. "That's... disgusting!"

The game continued, each question more embarrassing than the last, each food more revolting. But through it all, their genuine friendship and shared history shone through.

"Okay, my turn to make you squirm," Olivia said, picking up a card. "Y/N, why did we really break up?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, looking at the plate of bird saliva. "Oh, that's low, Rodrigo."

Olivia smirked. "Answer the question or..."

Y/N sighed. "Fine. Honestly? We were just too busy. Our schedules were insane, and we barely had time to see each other. It wasn't anyone's fault. We just drifted apart."

Olivia nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Yeah, I remember those crazy days."

They shared a moment of silent understanding before Olivia broke it with a laugh. "Alright, enough of the mushy stuff. Let's finish this game!"

Y/N picked up the next card, grinning. "Okay, Olivia. What's the most annoying habit I had when we were dating?"

Olivia burst into laughter. "Oh, that's easy. You always left the toilet seat up! Seriously, every time I went to the bathroom, I had to check."

Y/N laughed, his face turning slightly red. "Okay, guilty. I'll admit, I wasn't great at remembering that."

Olivia rolled her eyes playfully. "It was like living with a very talented, but very forgetful, teenager."

The audience laughed with them, the game continuing with more questions about their past relationship and their current lives.

"Alright, Olivia," Y/N said, holding up a plate of jellied eel. "Have you ever written a song about me?"

Olivia bit her lip, looking at the eel with distaste. "Yes, I have. But I'm not telling you which one."

Y/N's eyes widened. "Seriously? Now I'm curious."

Olivia laughed. "You'll just have to figure it out yourself."

The game continued with more hilarious and awkward questions

Olivia picked up another card. "Y/N, if you could change one thing about our past relationship, what would it be?"

Y/N looked thoughtful for a moment, then smiled softly. "I wish we had communicated better. We were young and figuring things out, but sometimes I think if we had just talked more, things might have been different."

Olivia nodded, a thoughtful look in her eyes. "Yeah, I get that. Communication is so important."

Finally, it was Y/N's turn again. Olivia picked up the last card, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Last question, Y/N. Out of all your collaborations, which one was the worst experience and why?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Oh, come on, Olivia!"

Olivia pointed to the plate of cod sperm. "Answer or..."

Y/N sighed. "Alright, fine. It was that one time I worked with that techno DJ who shall not be named. It was just... a disaster. We couldn't agree on anything."

The studio audience gave a loud round of applause, appreciating the hilarious and heartwarming interaction between the two stars.

"Thanks for watching, everyone!" Olivia said, waving to the camera. "We hope you enjoyed this as much as we did!"

"And remember," Y/N added, "never agree to play this game unless you're prepared to eat some really nasty stuff..."

The camera zoomed out, capturing the duo as they continued to laugh and joke about the foods they'd just endured.