#ticklish!Dream

[thereisnoaccount]

“Here comes the tickle monster~”

“Nohoho…”

”He’s gonna get your tummy, Dreamie~”

”Noho, Ihit’ll tihickle!”

“I’m gonna tickle your belly button~”

“Dohon’t!”

“Aww, why not~?”

Ihi’m tohoo tihicklihish thehere!”

“Good.”

[fluffallamaful]

Familiarity in Flowers

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based on the results of Poll Fic #1

canon to Llama’s DSMP AU

finally. this is my first dsmp fic since june last year 😵‍💫 thank you all so much for your patience and understanding <33

Summary: Dream finds himself taking refuge in a tulip field after being broken out of prison. DreamXD finds him and Dream notices that the god is hiding something from him. His cheekiness and curiosity gets him tickled silly. TERRIFICALLY PLATONIC

Warnings: tickling, XD has four arms, mouth tickles

Word Count: 4880

please please enjoy oh my gosh

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Dream didn’t think that he had ever been more grateful to see a flower biome in his life.

His legs were tired, unfamiliar with the amount of physical exertion that they had been put through, and his prison wear proved to be useless at protecting him from the previous snow biome’s bite. He was tired, cold and exhausted; but he was also finally free.

Oak tree branches greeted him with open limbs as he finally stumbled over the biome’s border, a ceremony of colourful petals bowing down to him as he scurried past. His lungs wheezed hungrily at the sweet scented air; he’d been running ever since leaving Technoblade’s snowy cottage, and they were as tired and out of practice as his legs.

The piglin hybrid had been gracious enough to uphold his favour and escort Dream safely away from the angry crowds outside his prison, but he had also made it clear that that would be the end of his prison break-out service. Once again, Dream had been stripped of the safety-net of having someone to fight alongside, but more importantly, the fresh set of armour that he had been given. Optimistically, he was aware that he’d be able to recover both, he just needed to find Punz.

A few more chunks of desperate bounding saw Dream’s body disappointingly reach its limit. A small clearing within the flowery forest broke his fall as his legs literally gave out beneath him. He tumbled a few more blocks after that, rolling limply through a patch of unsuspecting pink and orange tulips, and landing face down into the grass beneath.

There was barely enough strength left in him to open his eyes, but he managed to groan and roll himself onto his back, batting at the curious tulips and grass stems that leant down to smother his face — analyzing their new company. He knew that there was no way that he could run another step; his chest heaved and his legs trembled even whilst just lying, sprawled out in a flower field. Though he was certain that he had run far enough to lose any of his angry followers.

Beyond the waving tulips in his peripheral vision, a bright, blue sky stretched out above him, smeared with fluffy, white clouds. A breath of wind blew across the clearing. Dream listened to it approach, and then finally mustered up the energy to lift himself up onto his elbows to bathe in it. He tilted his head up, closing his eyes as the breath gently pulled at his unkept hair, listening to the whispers of the field around him as it basked in the same feeling. It felt more incredible than he could have ever imagined, an immovable smile crept up his face.

Catching his breath allowed him to take in the beauty of his surroundings, as he began to sort through his inventory. Ahead of him was a dark oak forest, one that prompted him with the need to feel just a little more prepared for the approaching night.

Although he didn’t have his armour, he still had managed to collect an array of useful items during his escape; four healing potions, two fire resistance potions, seventeen ender pearls, a half-used nether axe and half a stack of steak were only the beginnings of his findings. He laid them out neatly in the field in front of him once he had counted them, each one glistening beautifully under the glorious rays of the server’s sunshine. He still had this eerie feeling that someone was watching him — no doubtably a drawback from being monitored in prison for a whole year — but he tried his hardest to ignore it.

Another breeze rolled across the field and Dream lifted his head again. He shut his eyes, listening to the whispering life forms around him and it rushed past his face. A subtle shift in the air flow around him raised suspicion in his gut, potentially another symptom of his paranoia; but as a shadow made itself present against the backs of his eyelids, he was left with no other choice but to give into its nagging, pulling away from his moment of serenity.

He made the right call.

The flower field that once lay out in front of him had now been replaced, blocked. In its place was instead a looming figure, one that wore a white porcelain mask and very nearly scared Dream all the way out of his skin. He let out a yell, jolting back away from the upside down face, and gasping sharply when a set of familiar, cloak-covered arms broke his fall. The face leant in, apparently having no regard for Dream’s personal space. It was as equally familiar as the arms that held him.

“XD..?” He questioned, unable to control the startle in his voice. He could hear his heart racing in his ears as a low chuckle rumbled out from behind the mask, vibrating up his spine.

“Dream.” The being greeted, removing himself from Dream’s space. Dream felt himself relax, letting out a breath of relief as he was tilted back up into his original position. He scrambled himself around to face the familiar god, lifting up his chin.

Despite appearing significantly smaller to how he had done in prison, DreamXD was still tall, reaching well over four blocks and towering over Dream’s seated body. Their stance was rigid, gaze directed out towards the dark oak biome’s borders behind him. They seemed disgruntled by something, Dream recognised the subtle signs of worry.

“You scared me!” He accused, naturally shrinking away when the god’s attention shifted back down to him. They stared at him for a moment behind unreadable porcelain, before their shoulders also appeared to relax, and an amused smile stretched beneath their mask instead.

“You’re a long way from prison.” They purred. Their rigidity appeared to be brushed aside as they dipped down to join Dream in his patch of flowers. His cloak arranged itself around him during his descent, blanketing any nearby tulips in a sea of deep green, and chasing out a gust of displaced air as it did so. “How did you manage that?”

Dream felt his lips wobble and stretch to mirror their expressions.

“Techno broke me out.” He began, hopelessly proud. “He dug through the wall and we swam out through the lava. Like it was honestly so cool, it was like — four of us versus the whole server. It was epic!”

The god scoffed at his enthusiasm, but even so Dream couldn’t stop himself from rambling. The feeling of being free was exhilarating, and the god’s presence always seemed to bring out a hidden vulnerability within himself. He had an aura of safety around him, a radiating warmth that always managed to draw Dream in.

He ended up explaining his breakout in great detail, and DreamXD allowed him every word. It felt good to have someone to talk to, and incredible to have the wind on his shoulders and grass beneath his body.

“Well aren’t you a clever one.” The deity praised once Dream’s recount came to an end. They had picked up one of his healing potions and were tapping patiently at its glass. Dream beamed at the words. He was aware that they were laced with subtle sparks of humour and sarcasm — DreamXD was a being beyond mortal troubles after all — but his smile was wide and proud regardless.

“George will be pleased to see you.” They continued, offering Dream a friendly smile. The phrase was clearly meant to be comforting, reassuring. It was spoken with such a soft tone and was ended with an even softer smile, and yet the mere mentioning of his old friend sent Dream’s body into a panic. His heart leapt to his throat, thudding away against his voice box as his body promptly drained itself from all remnants of pride and joy.

George…

He hadn’t expected to hear that name so soon, in fact he was borderline ignoring it. Dream hadn’t even considered that he’d now be able to reunite with his former best friend; half of him wanted to believe that it was because he was mad at George, but the other half was louder and far more convincing.

He was afraid.

The fear of being rejected pin pricked all over his skin at the innocent mention of the brunette’s name, along with a set of carelessly crafted "What if’s?”:

What if George shared the same motives as Sapnap? What if he believed that Dream deserved to rot away in prison?

The idea of George being disappointed or angry at Dream wrapped tightly around his throat.

What if he tried to hurt him? What if George got hurt because of Dream again?

The panicked flurry of thoughts took Dream’s hesitation as an opportunity to speak without his permission.

“No.” He found himself saying, stern and clear. The smile below XD’s mask faded into a frown. Dream felt his chest tighten. “I’m- I’m sorry.” He followed up quickly. The god carefully replaced the healing potion back down into the grass. He nodded his head, slowly. Dream could tell that he was disappointed.

Another breeze rolled over the field, filling the silence between the two beings with whooshing whispers. It settled Dream a little, but didn’t do much to alleviate the weight of guilt on his shoulders. He felt on the verge of tears — a feeling that he seldom felt, provided that he wasn’t unaccompanied by the apparent-god of the server. He felt silly and pathetic and so unbelievably overrun with guilt.

“George likes these sorts of flowers.” The god’s voice was a soft rumble, combining perfectly with the whispering flora around them. Dream looked over to him, they were disassembling an orange tulip, petal by petal. He managed to nod his head in agreement, but his mind was well and truly elsewhere.

“I just- don’t want him getting hurt...” He confessed, earnestly. It was not the full truth, but it was one that he felt XD would at least be able to understand, or more to the point, one that he was comfortable admitting. To his surprise the god scoffed at his explanation.

“Nothing is going to hurt George.” They stated firmly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. His tone was confident but Dream also sensed that the affirmation was not only meant for him. He tilted his head, beckoning the god to elaborate, but they merely switched topics.

“How did you find this place?” The orange tulip had been dismantled, and the deity moved to fiddle with Dream’s axe instead. Dream watched him easily handle the weapon as though it were a small twig.

The wording of the question caught his attention, pairing with the god’s previous claim and sparking a fire of curiosity within him.

‘This place.’

To Dream this indicated some sort of significance to the clearing.

“I don’t know, I just ran.” He shrugged, watching curiously as XD’s gait appeared to freeze; their fiddling stopped and their gaze lifted up to stare past him into the dark oak biome like before. Intriguingly, their worry seemed to have returned.

“Why?” Dream asked, turning to scan the edges of the forest’s border in case there was someone or something lurking there. He couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary, maybe a few more mushrooms than he’d expect, but that was all. When he turned back, the god was focused on him instead. He shifted under their gaze.

“No reason.” They claimed. Dream eyed him suspiciously. It sounded very much like a lie. He decided to pry further.

“You keep looking over there… Is there something in there?”

It was intriguing to watch a being as inhuman as XD portray such human reactions. Dream watched the god hesitate at his question. Their shoulders rolled with the obvious pressure of keeping a secret, and his axe was promptly replaced back down into the grass.

“..No…”

Curiosity surged through Dream’s veins. His lips twitched into an amused smirk.

“You’re lying!” He pointed out, shuffling himself up onto his knees to face the good square on.

“I’m not!”

Dream couldn’t help but laugh, they just sounded so flabbergasted.

“Aren’t you like— a god or something? Shouldn’t you be able to keep secrets??” The god huffed at the call-out. Dream ignored him. “What’s in the dark oak forest?”

“Nothing!” Dream raised an eyebrow, he’d never seen XD so squirmy.

He decided to push the god further, allowing himself to stand and turn himself towards the forest again. The deity acted as he felt he would, whooshing their way into his vision to block his view. Dream dodged around him, expecting the reaction, and found himself to laugh at the god’s yell of dismay.

“You’re hiding something!” He yipped, making a break for the dark oak’s borders. Along with XD’s ability to coax out Dream’s most deepest vulnerabilities, he also apparently had the ability to inject giddy curiosity into his veins.

The whoosh of XD’s cloak appeared again, this time engulfing Dream in its fabric before he had a chance to dodge around it

“No! Let me see!!” Dream yelped. His heart fluttered with excitement, parting his lips into a giddy smile. There was something in the dark oak forest, there was just no way that there wasn’t! He giggled as the god hissed out his disapproval.

“It’s not for humans. No one is supposed to be able to find this place.” The god’s arms adjusted around Dream, blocking any wriggly escape attempts with a replenishing wall of fabric.

“Supposed to?” Once again the wording caught Dream’s attention. The cloak had muffled his voice but had done nothing to dampen his curiosity. “Does that mean that somebody has already found it?”

A beat of silence from the god caused Dream’s smile to triple in width. The reaction was enough to quench his query, and he went back to batting and wading through his fabric prison.

It was a hopeless process.

“You are asking, a lot of questions...” The god growled, slowly. Their arms tightened around Dream’s waist, stilling his squirming entirely.

The warning tone in his voice could not have been more clear, leading Dream to believe he was on the right track with his prying. All common sense and caution had been lost to the impulsivity of his adrenaline. “So I take that as a yes?”

Another low, irritated growl rumbled out from behind him. Dream chuckled, tilting his head up and providing XD with a victorious smile. It was fascinating to watch the clear signs of frustration play out on XD’s face, despite it being mostly hidden by his mask. Dream was able to paint a vivid picture of what his full expressions may look like based on just the pout that twisted his lips; they were well and truly peeved.

“It’s too easy~” He teased. XD bared his teeth into a snarl, a much firmer warning. Dream supplied a cheeky grin in return, but he felt his heart pound when the god’s snarl crept its way up into a smile; a slow creeping, mischievous smile.

“You’re a lot more spritely out here than you were cooped up in that cell.” They observed, a sudden smoothness and venom to their tone. Dream gasped as the hands around his waist suddenly stirred, shuffling beneath the deity’s cloak and latching themselves onto his sides. His common sense made a quick return, pushing its way back into control and immediately barking out warnings to his nervous system.

“W-wahAIt NO!!” He yelped, twisting amongst his cloak-prison. Any misplaced confidence was promptly chased away by new spikes of panic; though the giddy excitement circuiting his bloodstream remained. Together, the feelings collected and combined in his stomach, fluttering around clumsily like a newly hatched phoenix, before climbing up and out of his throat in the form of panicked, bubbly giggles.

“Usually you’re so sad and mopey.” The god continued over Dream’s emerging laughter, taunting him with the calmness in his tone. He drew circles into Dream’s sides, moving up and down the muscles despite the boy’s kicks and squirms.

“But now you’re so chipper!”

“NOhoho!! StAHAp!!”

“Wouldn’t you agree, Dreamie?” Dream’s laughter hiccuped as XD’s hands moved up to his ribs, stamping his feet into the grassy ground and scrunching up his shoulders as their playful growl rumbled through him.

“StAHAp!! Ohohobiviously!!” He whined, prying and clawing at the shape of their hands.

In hindsight, this form of retaliation from the god should have been better anticipated; Dream had of course never not been reduced to a giggly mess after each one of XD’s previous visits. He had been naive to challenge them, and he knew all too well that escaping the god was always a hopeless process, especially now that he was working with an exhausted body and giddy mind.

“You’re also much more sassy.”

Dream doubled over as the god’s fingers began climbing up his ribcage, trembling and squeaking as they kneaded and teased each bone.

“Nohoho Ihihi—!!”

“Still just as adorable though.”

Dream shook his head, quickly succumbing to the burn of his growing blush. Along with being impossible to escape, the god also had a certain way with his words that left Dream writhing. Their creeping squeezes and teasy comments moved faster than his tired brain could ever keep up with. It was simply impossible to console himself. He collected up two fistfuls of fabric and buried his face into them.

“Ehehehex Dehehehe…” He whined.

“And still just as ticklish.” A muffled protest was thrown into his cloak burrow.

“STA-hahaP! Ihih’m NOHOT!!” Dream cried. He hated that word. Hot fluster-borne tears gathered in his eyes as his skin prickled with chilling embarrassment. He slid down in XD’s hold, buckling at the knees and pressing his face further into his green haven.

“Ohhh, it’s too easy…” XD mocked, continuing their crawling journey up his ribcage. Their hold loosened around Dream’s waist, apparently taking pity on the ex-prisoner’s fluster, and allowing him some wiggle room.

Dream made no hesitation in abusing the deity’s gesture.

The second he felt XD’s hold relax, he re-engaged his squirming; kicking, prying, leaping and bouncing with any ounce of energy that he could muster up. Until finally, he was free.

“YES!!” He cried, tittering madly to himself as he scampered his way towards the dark oak’s border’s again. His heart raced in his chest, pounding excitedly at the thought of XD chasing him down. He hadn’t felt this sort of playful adrenaline in such a long time; not since before L’manburg. It felt as though he had been struck by lightning, like his brain was charged with childish curiosity and innocence. He couldn’t stop giggling.

His adrenaline carried him only a chunk or so before the burn of exhaustion swelled in his legs again, then it was only a few more blocks after that that his brief getaway was brought to its inevitable end. Two cloaked arms wrapped around his waist, engulfing him with familiar forest green, and lifting him from the ground. Before Dream could even think to fight his way free, or yelp out a protest, the world around him twirled.

Suddenly, he was looking at the dark oak biome from a new perspective, with a sky of tulips above his head, and a stretching sea of blue at his feet. He craned his neck up, only to find DreamXD’s signature, menacing grin staring back down at him; from in between his thighs…

“NoHO!!” He cried, letting out uncontrollable titters out at the sight. His legs were slung over the deity’s shoulders, and he was pinned down at his thighs by two large, clawed hands. The deity’s head rested in between, and their lower set of arms wrapped around Dream’s waist to keep him extra steady. Butterflies swarmed inside Dream’s stomach, and his head spun as he attempted to orientate himself.

“You really want to know what’s in there?” DreamXD mused, dragging long nails up and down Dream’s thighs.

Dream gasped, holding his breath to stifle his reactions. The god's claws were way out of his reach, and yet he still attempted to swing himself up to bat at them to defend himself. He was quickly broken into breathy, panicked giggles, which apparently prompted the deity’s hands to increase their pressure. The hands switched from tracing to squeezing, latching onto Dream’s thighs and massaging at his tired muscles.

“NahAHAha!! Fuhuhuhuck youhuhuhu!!” Dream cried, throwing his head back into free flowing cackles. He clawed at the hands around his waist as compensation for not being able to reach his thighs.

“Ohhhh fuck me??” The deity challenged. Dream squealed when their hands moved to taser at his inner thighs. “And to think that I was trying to protect you!!”

“EHEhEX DEHE!!”

“Maybe I will have to send you there after all!!” Dream shook his head. It didn’t matter how much he kicked, he wasn’t able to move his thighs in the slightest.

“Juhuhust tEHELl mehe whahat’s iN thehehere!!”

“Mm I don’t know if I should~” The deity crooned. “It’s not safe for mortals, like you!” His fingers moved down to tap and squeeze at Dream’s hip bones. Dream began squeaking through his laughter.

“Whyhyhy..?” He hiccuped, shaking his head again in an attempt to clear some of his brain fog. He felt dizzy and light, almost as though he were resting on clouds.

“It’s full of monsters!” XD hissed, snarling his answer in a playful whisper. “Monsters that were created to gobble up meddling mortals like you!”

Dream let out a squeal as the deity’s lower hands suddenly unwrapped themselves and scuttled up his sides. He yelped and yipped, battling with the delighted terror in his stomach. The lower set of arms left him with enough freedom to twist and swing, but the new firmer hold on his thighs still kept him from falling.

“NAHAhHaha!! I cahan tahahake thehehem! Juhuhust let me gohoho!!”

“Ohhh you wouldn’t stand a chance!!”

Dream screamed as the god moved his scuttling around to his stomach, showering the sensitive area with unpredictable spidering.

“You’re just far too ticklish to win against a tickle monster.”

“XD!!” Dream yelled, bucking his hips in a wild panic. His stomach fluttered and flustered under the soft touch, burning itself up into a hot lava mess and oozing its way down to his neck and cheeks. “YOU’RE LYING!”

“And the tickle monsters love ticklish little snacks like you!”

“NOHO!!” He wailed.

His body fell back limp against XD’s, losing himself to waves of laughter, and strings of incoherent babbles. He pried at the god’s hands but it hardly made a difference in their attack.

Once the hands found their way beneath Dream’s prison shirt and onto his bare skin, Dream truly felt that he had been teleported into the clouds. His skin fluttered and jumped at every scritch and scratch from the god, leaving behind an army of goosebumps and shivers each time. Mirthful tears in his eyes made the dark oak forest look like a painting, washed and abstract, and he could feel that his cheeks and stomach were as hot as the nether.

“Soooo flustered!” The god crooned. He loosened his hold around Dream’s thighs, letting him slide down towards the waving flower field below, and stilling his skittering fingers. “The monsters will be most pleased!”

Dream immediately covered his face with a whine, muffling untameable titters into the palms of his hands. He wanted so desperately to curl up, but his body was feeling far too weak and fluffy to obey any of his orders.

Flowers and grass stems greeted him with playful kisses and whispers once he was fully lowered into their grasp. He giggled and squirmed amongst them, completely lost and overcome by his heightened sensitivity. The god followed him down, looming over him and making Dream squeak and yelp at the shadow he created.

“Dreamie, Dreamie, Dreamie...” He sighed, grinning wildly when the boy squeaked at that as well. “What am I going to do with you?”

Dream peaked out from behind his hands, huffing and puffing amongst his nerves. It was ironically the most alive and grounded that he had felt in a long time, despite his floaty state.

“Lehehet mehe gohoho?” He suggested, cheekily. He couldn’t help himself.

“Hmmm.” The deity hummed, clearly in feigned thought. Dream giggled at that too, overcome by childish energy. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to give myself a little taster before I send you off there…”

Dream’s eyes widened as the deity’s grin did, watching in disbelief as they opened their mouth to reveal their fangs growing and sharpening right before his eyes.

“Youhuhur— youhuhur, youhuhur—!” He squeaked. His heart thumped wildly and excitedly in his chest. “Whaha—whahat??”

“Just a little nibble.” They explained, before diving down closer to Dream. They buried themselves into the startled boy’s neck, and began grazing his teeth over the skin there.

Dream screamed, not just from the shock of the movement, but from the sheer panic that XD was actually going to bite him.

“NAAHAHA EHEHEX DEHEHE!!!” He wailed, thrashing wildly beneath the god’s large body. Somehow, their teeth didn’t hurt in the slightest, but they did tickle. A whole lot.

Dream, was thrown into immediate hysterics, scrunching his shoulders up and pushing desperately at XD’s shoulders. He swore that he could feel each tooth nipping at the meat of his neck, grazing the sensitive area with the perfect amount of pressure to drive him insane. He arched his back, scuffing his boots into the grassy earth and cackling wildly like he had never done so before.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!!” He cried, trying his darndest to wriggle and squirm away from the unbelievable feeling. The god hummed into his neck, causing Dream to yelp and scream at the buzzing feeling that it left behind. They moved up from the meaty muscles of his trapezium onto the softer skin on the side of his neck. Dream wheezed and thumped his fist into XD’s back.

It was only a few moments after the change of spots that XD apparently decided that Dream had had enough, and he pulled himself away to let the boy recover.

A blinding warmth replaced the deity’s shadow once they moved to sit in the flower field beside Dream. It cradled him in a soothing halo, and Dream didn't argue with its demand for him to keep his eyes closed, focusing on the swirling colours that danced around in the backs of his eyelids.

His skin tingled all over, lighting the fire that kept his giggles alive and bubbling, but also joining forces with the sun and smothering Dream in a comforting blanket of warmth. He felt safe, cozy. He could feel the gentle touches of the flower field around him, reminding him that he was being watched over. He leant into their brushes and sweeps, still giggling to himself and managing to scrunch when a curious tulip dipped down to check in on his neck.

“Plehe-ehehease..!!” He tittered, not really to anyone in particular. He felt dazed, blissed out, and more free than he had ever felt before.

Eventually his breathing calmed down enough for his giggles to die out, leaving him only with a huge smile. He opened his eyes to take in the blue sky above him, adoring the feeling of crisp forest air in his lungs. He wished he could feel this way forever.

“George is in there.”

XD’s voice startled Dream enough to make him jump. He snapped his head around to address the deity.

“Wh-hat.” He cleared his throat. “What did you say?”

“George.” The deity said again. He nodded his head towards the dark oak biome.

Dream sat up, following the god’s gaze out across the dark oak borders. The cogs in his brain grinded and churned, trying to understand what the deity meant, until suddenly he was swarmed with flashes of memories, reminding him of the night that XD had actually brought him to see George.

Was this the same dark oak forest??

“No one is supposed to be able to find it.” The deity explained, fiddling with a grass stem. “But you did.” He looked up to address Dream. Dream looked back to the forest again.

George.

“He’s ready to see you now. If you would like.” The god’s offer was gentle, soothing. He had lost much of his echoed voice and his tone made Dream feel warm and welcomed.

He nodded his head, slowly. XD visibly lit up at his agreeance. Dream couldn’t help but smile.

He allowed for the deity to pick him up, clinging onto soft green fabric as he was maneuvered into a cradle. His aching muscles wasted no time in melting into the god’s arms, and his lungs were quick to time their compressions to the thumping of his heart. The exhaustion that Dream had been trying to fight off so badly finally had the chance to catch up to him. His eyelids drooped under its pull, and his hands loosened their grip around the deity’s comforting fabric.

The pair didn’t even reach the dark oak’s border before sleep found its way to Dream, wrapping him in a cocoon of bliss, warmth and familiarity. He truly was finally free.

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so happy that i’ve finally finished this one. i’ve been working so much on it :D

[greenticklerdreams]

You've been so anxious and stressed lately. You get in your head and you overthink things, ruminating in circles and you just can't stop, even if you want to. It feels like nothing I say is helping, but maybe words aren't what you need right now...

Would you like to be tickled, dear? Would it help? You don't have to say it, you can just nod.

Here's what we're going to do. For the next few hours... you are not allowed to think. I forbid it. What you're going to do... is feel.

Feel my fingers running over your body, long traces, rapid skitters, fluttering in place and refusing to move, scritches and pokes on those tiniest little tickle spots, and digging in with my fingertips and squeezing where you need to be absolutely wrecked. Feel all of your favorite tools, applied just the way you like them to the places that will send you over the edge. Feel my mouth, softly kissing, licking, and nibbling, adoring you even as I tickle you, adding affection and heat to the cocktail of sensation I'm serving you.

You may squirm, thrash, and flail. That's what the restraints are for, and why I'm pinning you so firmly - so you can't get away from your treatment. You may laugh, giggle, guffaw, squeal, moan, even scream - any adorable and delightful noises you need to get out (I'll love them all). You may beg and plead, protest and whine, even curse me if you feel the urge. What you are NOT permitted to do is think.

There is nothing TO think about right now. I'm taking all of that away for you. The world doesn't exist in here. It's just you, and me, and the ticklish sensations flooding your body... warm, electric, unbearable, inescapable. You don't have any decisions to make - you only have to react to what's happening to you. You don't have any worries or fears, other than I might not ever stop tickling you... but you'd love that, wouldn't you, dear? You're safe and happy in my embrace, the embrace of cuffs and rope and my weight, my hands and my mouth and all our fun toys, and the tickles themselves taking control of your body so you can't fight back, can't concentrate - only feel.

Let me take care of you tonight, my darling lee. Let me take you away from all this for a while. Let's get lost in sensation together. The only thing better than your ticklish laughter will be seeing your smile when it's all over, contented and refreshed and so, so happy.

[anxious-lee]

last night i had a dream that i was being teased and about to be tickled, when, in an act of desperation, i reached out and poked the ler, only to find that not only was he just as, if not more, ticklish than i, but he also had a high-pitched, cute, little giggle. so of course i turned the tables and started wrecking the hell out of him

[quietlee99]

Just one more tease before bed..

I just know the fabric of this dress would make tickles 1000x worse…

[toadallytickles]

I love when a friend comes to visit, and we gang up on Clay, which is his dream~. He’s so ticklish and so fun to bully~.

[gigglesoup]

Can we all agree it's adorable how Ticklish she is???

there's literally nothing adorable about me, i'm afraid 🤷🏻‍♀️

[warrenwrites]

Birds of a Feather

Birds of a Feather Dream x Platonic!Reader

Summary: You decided that Lord Morpheus’ throne was the perfect place to rest and read.

A/N: I had Diaval from Maleficent in mind when making this character. The reader has a human form but was born as a Raven of the Dreaming and can swap between forms at will.

Word Count: 800

It had been a quiet day, Dream hadn’t called for you and you felt no spikes of energy in the Waking World; so, with no work to do, you took the opportunity to read and take a moment to relax. You decided to lounge yourself in human form across Dream’s throne. ‘The History of the Dreaming V.213′ resting across your lap, it’s great size taking up the majority of space. After some time, you became extremely comfortable and leaned to the side, hoisting your legs over his arm rest, practically nesting in the comfort of the seat.

You stayed there reading for over an hour before you heard a voice in your ear. Had it not been so familiar and cosmically soothing, you might have flinched. “And what do you think you’re doing?”

Tilting your head slightly backwards, you met the eyes of Morpheus; Lord of Dreams as he stood, towering above you. With little emotion in your voice you answered, “You’re being overthrown.” It was then a smirk broke onto your face. “I’m starting a mutiny; how does it feel?”

He mirrored your smirk, staring deep into your soul and answered, ”underwhelming.”

A dramatic gasp left your lips and your face contorted into what, for a moment, looked like genuine offence. You quickly turned your attention back towards your book and nestled further into your seat, burying your face into the pages of the book as you began your silent treatment.

He crouched down to be at eyeline, should you turn to face him, and rested his hand on the arm rest next to your shoulder. “My Raven?”

You gave no response and instead maintained your pout. If anything, you brought the book closer to your face.

He stood circled the back of the throne slowly before crouching in front of the throne, closer to your legs but now directly facing you. Reaching a hand up, he used two fingers to tilt the book down and see your scowling, comedically scrunched face. “What are you reading?” He asked, voice kind, soft and laced with genuine interest.

This time you answered as monotonously as you could, “How to Dethrone a King: A Raven’s Guide.”

He let out a laugh through his nose and you almost smiled, finding great victory every time you made the dark King smile. He moved to a kneel on one knee and spoke, “now what kind of Ruler would I be if I allowed such treason?” He questioned and moved his hands to either side of your waist before digging his hands softly into your waist and sides.

“Hey-HEY! Dreheheheheheam!” Giggles immediately flooded out of your mouth as you brought your knees and elbows in to protect yourself. Your movement only caused you to sink further into the seat, getting yourself stuck with no way to block your sides. “PLEHEHEHEASE! OKAY OKAHAHAY!”

Dream only smiled as you squirmed and he watched as you slammed the book shut and pretended to beat him with it as a defensive deterrent. He didn’t even flinch, instead he chose to continue scribbling his fingers into your sides. The sensation left behind a sparky, tingle on top of its tickle, likely due to him being made of magic, sand and stars.

“DREHEHEHEHEAHAHAHAM!” You kicked your legs in desperation and dropped the book with all your movement,

Ceasing his torment, Dream caught the book with two hands before it hit the ground.

You took the opportunity to turn into your raven form and make your nimble escape. Dream stood, watching as you caw'd and glided through around his throne in an upward spiral before landing softly on his shoulder.

He smirked at you and you stomped your foot 'hard' on his shoulder. "My apologies," he nodded, still smiling at you.

You let out a soft caw in response, pointing your head up in pride.

"We are needed in the Waking World," he explained and you jumped with excitement, shrugging your wings in a non-verbal response. "But first we must return your book to the tyranny section, yes?"

You caw'd again and since you couldn't stick out your tongue you fluffed it feathers and brushed up against his jaw and ears. He flinched slightly and fought back a smile, knowing you'd likely be doing this for the rest of the trip.

He turned to you slightly and smiled. "Mind yourself," he warned.

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Aaaaalright tickle fic again

Requested by: @alex1010155

Characters: Dream & Nightmare (not a ship)

Context: Dream wanders in their old AU, reminiscing the past once again, Nightmare joins him short after that and sees his brother being sad, he decides to do something about it using a method from when they were kids

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The sun was high in the blue sky, Dreamtale had regained its beauty without the overflowing negativity. The tree was still cut down, of course, it wasn't a regular tree after all, but flowers were blooming again and the grass was green for the first time in years.

Dream was walking by the forest, heading to what was left of his mother, if he could even call her that, for she had never been present for him or his brother. She brought them to life and left them figure out the rest by themselves. But still he felt nostalgic looking at the stump.

Him and Nightmare have made great progress in their relationship since the truce had been established, they still had a lot of work ahead of them but they could now appreciate each other's presence and joke together.

Dream sat on the remains of the tree, it felt weird to be back in here, where everything started, where his life took a tragic and drastic turn. As he was absorbed in his thoughts he didn't notice Nightmare's magic entering the universe.

They were supposed to meet in Ccino's AU, they regularly met in different universes in order to talk, but today Dream was really late, which was strange since he usually was the first to arrive, so Nightmare decided to follow his magic signature and found himself in their birth place, not surprised.

It didn't take long for him to find his brother looking at the abandoned village ahead of the hill. He went to sit next to him on the stump, making Dream flinch.

- Oh, I didn't see you arrive, sorry..

Dream apologized.

- It's okay, you didn't come to Ccino's so I wanted to make sure you were doing okay.

- It was today ? I'm sorry, I didn't see the date..

Nightmare simply raised his hand, showing his brother he wasn't mad at him for forgetting. He could see he wasn't in the bestest of moods, even without checking his feelings. Dream lowered his gaze to the ground, he felt bad for forgetting their meeting, they were so important for him, for both of them, and he forgot it, he felt horrible...

Nightmare looked at him, it wasn't in his intention to make him feel bad.

- Come on, it's not that big of a deal, we can always organize something another day..

He tried.

- Yeah...

A short answer, Dream was playing with his fingers, he often did that, even when he was a kid, when he felt guilty about something. Nightmare knew that.

- Come on, am I going to have to force a smile out of you ?

Dream looked up at him, quite confused, not because Nightmare was being nice to him but because he didn't see how he planned on doing so. It was only when he felt something poking at his side that he realized what his brother intended by "forcing a smile out of him". He quickly got up.

- Oh no you f#cking won't !

Nightmare chuckled, he always found it amusing to hear the positive guardian swear.

- Of course I will, I'm not gonna let my dear brother be so sad !

And before Dream could say anything he used a tentacle to grad his brother by the waist and force him to sit on the grass, using one more tentacle to hold his wrists together as Dream was struggling to free himself.

- Let me go !

- I don't think I will, no.

Nightmare laid down on the tree stump, on his stomach, his head resting on his crossed arms as he looked down at Dream, a mischievous look in his eye and his two remaining tentacles wagging in the air.

- Nightmare I swear to God if you- AH !

He was cut in his sentence by a third tentacle poking at his side again.

- Stop pretending to be mad, I know you like it ~

Nightmare teased watching his brother kicking the air to no avail, trying not to laugh from the scratching on his side, his cheeks blushing a bright golden color. Soon the fourth tentacle joined and digged between the guardian's ribs, this time making him burst into a laughing mess. It seemed that even after all these centuries Nightmare still remembered his worst spots.

- FUHUHUHUCK OHOHOHOFF !!

He yelled into deaf ears. He felt so vulnerable like that, pinned to the ground with his arms above his head, Nightmare looking down at him, clearly amused... he would be so mad if he wasn't having so damn much fun right now. He knew he liked it, deep down he had always liked being tickled to pieces, but he would never admit it, especially to Nightmare.

- That's not an appropriate language for a guardian of positivity you know.

- I DOHOHOHN'T CAHAHAHRE !!!

He was almost hysterical as the two tentacles digged and scribbled all over his ribs, his very ticklish ribs. What was worse was that Nightmare could feel the positivity radiating from him, he knew he was having fun right now, even if Dream was saying otherwise.

- Didn't expect you to still be as ticklish as when you were a kid ~

The teasing was very cruel tho, and the tentacles were so skilled, Nightmare moved them with such ease and precision, it made the whole thing even worse because no matter how much Dream was moving the tentacles always followed his movements, almost as if they were glued to him.

It was when he felt the tip of the tentacle that was holding his waist start to brush and circle against his tummy that he began to really curse his brother. Two tentacles on his ribs was already torture, but now he added the tummy as well ? His second worst spot ? He really wanted Dream to die of laughter.

- GOHO TO HEHEHEHEHELL !!

- Naah I don't want to.

Tears were forming in Dream's eye sockets, he had already given up in fighting back and trying to escape, his was now praying for his brother to have mercy. And thankfully, he did, after five long minutes but he did. He let him go, retracting his tentacles behind his back and letting his poor brother catch his breath.

Dream curled up, waiting for the phantom tickles to dissappear. It took a little time for him to breath normally again and when it was done he sat up.

- Feel better now ?

Nightmare asked. He earned a very pissed look from his brother, because even if he did have fun it was still a bit embarrassing.

- I'm gonna f#cking get you.

- Yeah I know, that's why I'm gonna leave now.

He answered as he got up from the tree stump.

- Oh no you won't !

And before Nightmare could even take a step away he got body slammed to the ground by his very thirsty for vengeance brother, and he too remembered where his worst spots were...

Needless to say, they didn't go to Ccino's this day, but they still had a good laugh !

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THE OWL HOUSE FINALE SPOILERS

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Guys… the implications of Darius’s silly teasing abomination hair hand 🫠😍😍

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Mean SapNap has my heartttt I love your writing 😭😭😭

Friendly Competition

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Inspired by @kasey-writes-stuff ‘s prompt

this took me yonks 😅 i’ve had such a weird couple of days

Summary: Punz finally has the opportunity to visit Dream and Sapnap in their Floridian home. Friendly competition breaks out as normal, but what happens when Sapnap accidentally reveals a rather tickly secret about Dream? Well Punz is a little confused to say the least, but does it hinder his love for competition? Absolutely not. COMPLETELY UTTERLY PLATONIC.

Warnings: tickling, swearing, toxic gaming (<3)

Word Count: 3900

hope you enjoy :))

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The competitive atmosphere residing within Dream and Sapnap’s household almost occupied equal residency to the two boys themselves. In fact, the two roommates rarely had a conversation without it breaking out into a friendly disagreement, usually regarding the other’s relative skill.

This was extremely apparent to Punz, who had recently moved to Florida, and was visiting his two long-term friends for the first time. Even within the few hours of his arrival, the two had already challenged each other to a boxing match, a steak-cooking competition, and now a battle on CSGO. And while some people would roll their eyes or shake their heads at the childishness of some of the arguments, Punz of course, found himself joining in instead. And yes, he did in fact whoop both Dream and Sapnap’s arses in boxing.

“What the fuck was that Sapnap? I said go left!??!” Punz complained, watching the animation of his character’s death with a frown.

“HA HA!! More kills for me bitch!!”

“WE’RE STILL ON THE SAME TEAM!!”

Dream watched his two friends argue from his position on the back of the couch, laughing to himself as they began to shove each other playfully. He had decided to sit this challenge out, first person shooter games weren’t really his thing. Besides, he was pretty thrilled with his performance in the other two challenges, having won the steak competition and absolutely thrashing Sapnap in boxing. So why would he choose to end it on an inevitable bad note?

“GO LEFT YOU MORON!! STOP TAKING MY KILLS!!” Punz yelled, elbowing Sapnap in attempt to throw him off. They were on the same team, but they were competing for the most kills. So far, Sapnap was winning, but only because he was playing dirty by purposely letting Punz die early, or by travelling over to Punz side of the map.

“THEY’RE MY KILLS BITCH! Take a fucking seat I am winning this!” Sapnap shoved Punz back, slamming buttons on his controller, as if pressing them harder would turn his character into a god.

“You’re literally so annoying!” Punz groaned, running his hands through his blonde hair as his character fell to the ground once again. “Res me.”

“No.”

“WHAT THE FUCK RES ME!!”

“No!”

“Sapnap!! You’re being a dick what the heck!” Dream chimed in from behind, watching as the frustration within Punz increased by the second.

“Dream, shut the fuck up.” Sapnap sassed, ignoring Dream’s mocking reply. He was winning this. He didn’t care if he was playing dirty. If Punz really had a problem with it, then he could play dirty too!

“Fine, arsehole. Let’s see how you like it..” Punz mumbled, purposely allowing a sniper from the other team to shoot Sapnap down.

“PUNZ WHAT THE FUCK!!”

“THATS WHAT YOU WERE DOING TO ME!”

“It’s a taste of your own medicine Sapnap,” Dream chuckled.

“Dream, shut the fuck up before I absolutely wreck your shit.” Sapnap warned. It was light hearted honestly, the threat flowing out of his mouth by habit with no true intention behind it. However, it did not fail to shut the dirty blonde up, causing the corner of Sapnap’s lip to lift into a smirk. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, bitch.”

“What do you mean you’re gonna ‘wreck his shit’? He literally just beat your arse in boxing.” Punz laughed, but looked back to Dream when he didn’t receive an agreeing statement.

“Oh he knows what I mean.” Sapnap said slyly, enjoying Punz’ confusion. Something that Sapnap had learnt quite early on while living with Dream, was that Dream was insanely ticklish. So ticklish in fact, that he could win literally any argument by simply wiggling a finger in the taller man’s general direction.

Punz flickered suspicious eyes over Dream, before returning to the game. It was the first time all afternoon that Dream had not quipped back with a sassy response. Not to mention that he had literally shrunk down into the couch, and had developed a blush??

“Nah, what the fuck is going on he’s literally blushing.” Punz asked, after turning to look back at Dream once again.

“Oh-hoho, is he now?” Sapnap chuckled, still focused on the game. Dream felt his face heat up more. He couldn’t believe the younger was pulling this card on him now! In front of Punz?! It was just cruel.

“Yeah he is..” Punz was still as confused as ever. He watched in incredulity as Dream briefly made eye contact with him, before averting his eyes immediately with a huff. “Dude what the fuck! Do you like beat him or something?”

“He doesn’t beat me.” Dream scoffed with a laugh, rolling his eyes a little.

“Then why do you look so nervous?” Punz questioned curiously. The round of CSGO was momentarily forgotten, the brownette’s smug expressions and Dream’s nervous fidgeting being far more interesting. Sapnap let out a laugh.

“Yeah Dream. Why don’t you tell Punz what I mean when I say ‘I’m gonna wreck you’ hmm~?” Sapnap’s smirk was as devious as ever, as he leant back in his seat once the round finished, turning his head to face Dream.

“I- n-no, it’s nothing..” The blonde stammered out, face heating up at the two sets of stares he was receiving.

“What the hell!! It doesn’t look like nothing??” Punz’ confusion was growing by the minute, however his bewilderment was met by only a huff of laughter from Sapnap, who then leant back forwards to continue on with the rounds. “Sapnap??”

“Yeah Punz? You gonna join this next round or what?” Sapnap responded, ignoring Dream for the moment. He did have a point to prove in CSGO after all.

“He’s still blushing…” Punz remarked, still rather intrigued by the interactions between the two.

“Punz.” Dream warned, shooting him a glare, his red face not making the warning convincing however.

“Come on let’s finish the rounds I’m fricken winning!!” Sapnap whined slightly, becoming rather impatient.

“How am I supposed to ignore this?!” Punz argued, gesturing to Dream. “You told him you were going to ‘wreck him’ and now he’s acting all… weird!! AND HES BLUSHING!!” The oldest through an accusing finger over to the boy who was attempting to shrink into the corner of the couch.

“Punz stop, i-it’s literally noth-”

“Fine I’ll show you.” Sapnap sighed, pausing the game briefly. “But only if you forfeit our match.”

“Yes, sure! Fuck the game I don’t care!”

“WHAT???” Dream choked out, panic building in his chest as he watched Sapnap begin to close the game down. “No no no no NO!! I didn’t even do anything!!??!?” He quickly began to clamber over the back of the couch, screeching when he felt arms wrap around his stomach, pulling him back down.

Punz quickly removed himself from his seat, jaw dropping as he watched Sapnap and Dream wrestle on the couch, limbs flying in various directions and screeches emitting from the floundering pile. Until finally, a victor was established.

Sapnap sat panting on top of Dream’s back, who was still attempting to claw his way out from beneath him.

“Sahap-nap, I didn’t even dohoho anythihihing!!” Dream whined through gritted teeth. He ensured that his face was well hidden from Punz, who was still stood with his mouth agape beside the couch.

“Well you can blame Punz for this one Dreamie, I was gonna let you off the hook.” Sapnap said, still slightly panting from the struggle of pinning Dream. He began to spider his hands up the boy’s sides lightly, smiling when Dream tensed underneath him, cheeks puffing up to hold in his giggles.

“This is ‘wrecking him’?” Punz finally overcame the shock of the situation, taking a few cautious steps closer to the couch. “Bit childish isn’t it?” He scoffs lightly, although he had to admit that it had brought the 6’ft+ man down to shaking shoulders in an impressive amount of time.

“Don’t diss it till you try it, Punzie” Sapnap replied, switching his spidering to scratching, focusing on a specific couple of lower ribs that had caused some twitching earlier. Dream tried his hardest to keep his giggles contained, biting lightly on his tongue and burying himself in couch cushions, but as soon as the scratching began, his wall broke, and out tumbled his built up bubbly giggles.

“Nohohohohohoho!” He whined, still hiding his face from Punz, his hands attempted to batt blindy at Sapnap’s attacking fingers.

“There’s those giggles Dreamie~ were you holding out in front of Punz?” Sapnap cooed, easily dodging Dream’s defending hands. “You can’t hide them from me I know all your tricks.” Dream felt his blush return at the brownette’s smugness.

“Shuhuhut uhuhup…” He whined, squeaking when Sapnap’s scratching became pinching.

“So this is what he was freaking out over? A little tickling?” Punz frowned, not particularly understanding how something as simple as tickling could make a man like Dream surrender.

“It’s coz I’m very good at it.” Sapnap gloated, looking over to the shorter blonde proudly. Punz still seemed unconvinced. “What?”

“You can’t be good at tickling, it just depends on how ticklish the person is right?”

“Nah bullshit. I know what I’m doing.”

Another whine emitted from Dream, his giggles still bubbling away as background noise for the argument occurring above him. Did they have to have this conversation right now?? While Sapnap was still attacking him? He began to squirm again. Maybe he could escape while Sapnap was preoccupied?

“Alright fine! If you think it’s so easy, why don’t you try tickling him?? I bet that I can make him laugh more though.” Sapnap challenged, tasering Dream’s sides when he felt him trying to squirm away.

“Alright I will!! Scoot over then.”

And with that, Sapnap and Punz swapped positions, both helping to wrestle Dream, and flipping him over onto his back, the competitive nature of the two drowning out Dream’s pleads and protests. The rules were set in place. Each competitor had 5 minutes to make the tallest laugh. The person who could make him laugh the hardest, would be crowned the winner.

“Ok ready Punz? I’m gonna hold his arms up for you ok?” Sapnap asked once he had set up the timer on his phone.

Dream’s face was bright red. He had known Punz for years, but he was not expecting him to ever see him like this!! Although he supposed that he had thought the same thing about Sapnap once upon a time… He squeaked as he felt his arms being lifted above his head.

“Ooo Dream~! Not used to this are you~? Do you feel all exposed?” Sapnap cooed. Dream looked down at his body, butterflies erupting in his stomach once he saw just how many weak spots were unprotected now.

“Sahahap- Sahahap wahahahit-” He squirmed on the spot, anticipatory giggles spilling out of him. He was honestly extremely nervous, he knew how competitive the two friends could get, he just hoped that they’d remember to give him breaks…

“He’s already laughing! Are we sure that he’s ready?” Punz laughed, finding Dream’s flushed face and giggles slightly endearing.

“Are you ready for me to win Dreamie~?” Sapnap asked teasingly, but wiped away his smug expression briefly when he saw how nervous the boy below him was. He smiled reassuringly, “Dream, do you want a safe word so we don’t go to hard?” Dream nodded shyly, relief washing through his eyes. “Ok Punz, ‘red’ means stop. You got it?”

“Yeah that’s cool.” Punz smiled. This was friendly competition after all, no use in making their other friend uncomfortable.

“Ok!! I’m starting the timer in 3… 2… 1… GO!!”

Punz quickly began, already having a plan for how he was going to use his time. He already knew about the spot on the lower ribs from earlier, so he immediately dug into them. Dream tried his hardest to keep his giggles in, pursing his lips together tightly, and squeezing his eyes closed. However, the attempt was rather short lived, and he soon exploded with barks of laughter, following a long wheeze.

“Yeah!! Off to a good start!!” Punz cheered, keeping his right hand on the same rib, and moving his other hand up and down Dream’s side, pinching around in search of other sweet spots. He smiled as the blonde beneath him twisted and turned in attempt to throw off his hands, yipping and squeaking at the spot changes. “It’s like I’ve got my very own soundboard.” He laughed.

“Shuhuhut uhuhup..” Dream whined, he longed to cover his mouth to muffle at least some of the embarrassing squeaks he was letting out, but Sapnap had a firm grip on his wrists, so he opted for using his shoulder to muffle them instead. “Puhuhunz, gehehet ohOhFF mihihy RIhiHiB!!”

“But it’s a sweet spot Dream! I’m trying to win!! Where are your other sweet spots tell me.” Punz laughed. He had noticed that Dream’s laughter was getting higher as he moved up to his armpits, so he decided to try there.

“Ihihihim nohot tehehelling- SHIHIHIHIT!!!!” Dream giggled out, exploding with high pitched cackles when Punz moved to dig into his armpits. He thrashed his body, twisting his torso as much as he could and kicking his legs out behind Punz. Now this was a new feeling. Usually it was just him and Sapnap, so usually, he didn’t have someone holding up his arms like this. But oh god, he’d never even considered his armpits to be a bad spot, but right now it felt as though he was being electrocuted, with Punz zeroing in right in the middle of his pits. “OHOHOHO goHoHOHOD pUHUnZ!!!!” He cried out, head falling back as laughter poured out.

“Wohoah, look at this spot!!” Punz exclaimed happily. If Dream could laugh harder than this then he’d be surprised. “How much time have I got left? There’s no way you’re going to beat this!!” He looked over to Sapnap, who much to his amazement, didn’t even seem phased by his success. His smirk was still as shit-eating as ever.

“Three minutes, better make it count Punz~” Sapnap stated with a shrug.

“PUHUHUNZ!! G-GEHET OHOHOHOHUHUT!!!” Dream screeched, yanking at his hands and throwing his head back. He could feel tears of mirth settling in the corners of his eyes. “PLEHEHEASE!!”

“Dream you gotta tell me where to go then!!” TELL ME YOUR WEAK SPOT!!” Punz yelled playfully, switching back to Dream’s lower ribs. Dream shrieked, cackles remaining at the same intensity, but lowering in pitch.

“NAHAHAHAHA- NOHOHOHO!!!” Dream shook his head, tears spilling out as he did so. He arched his back in attempt to shake Punz off, but shrieked again when he realised that he only made it worse. “PUHUHUNZ!!”

“Tell me where to go or I’m not moving from these two spots.” Punz stated indisputably, moving one hand up to scribble into Dream’s underarms, leaving the other to knead into his ribs. Dream let out a whine, thrashing again when both spots attacked.

He swore that the 5 minutes had lasted for 5 hours, but eventually the timer went off, and the tickling ceased. Dream curled into himself as soon as he was he was given the opportunity to, rubbing his ribs gratefully and taking in deep breathes of air. His hair was a mess, the sides been matted with dried tears, and residual giggles still tumbling out.

“How’d I do?” Punz asked, a huge, proud smile on his face. He sat on the end of the couch, marvelling at how wrecked Dream looked.

“You did alright.” Sapnap shrugged. “Honestly a lot better than I thought you would… but you’ve got a lot to learn still Punzie.” Sapnap said, the smirk on his lips practically cemented there at this point. “You ready for round two Dreamie?” He asked, lifting himself off the couch in preparation to straddle Dream again.

Dream’s eyes widened, his whole body tensing up as a wave of panic washed over him. Round two?? Oh god he had completely forgotten that Sapnap had a whole other 5 minutes. He quickly rolled back onto his back, his knees and arms assembling in front of his body.

“S-sapnahap wahait.. I don’t k-know if i can-”

“Don’t worry cutie! I won’t be going nearly as hard as Punz, don’t stress yourself out.” The brownette interrupted the boy’s protests, gently scooping up his hands.

“w-what?” Dream’s voice was small and unsure, but he relaxed slightly at Sapnap’s words regardless.

“Well I want to teach Punz the wonders of teasing! How does that sound hmm~?” Sapnap chuckled as Dream’s blush from earlier returned, spidering his fingers quickly up and down his sides, and then smiling when Dream struggled to decide between covering his face or fighting Sapnap away.

“What does that mean?” Punz asked, tilting his head a little.

“Punz, Punz, Punz..” Sapnap tsked, shaking his head mockingly and gently pushing Dream’s knees down so that he could straddle him. “Everyone knows that it tickles 10x more if you’re flustered! Now, sure you made Dream laugh pretty hard in 5 minutes, but I’m going to show you how to break him in 3. WITHOUT absolutely drilling holes into him might I had.”

Punz scoffed, taking Sapnap’s spot from earlier. “Yeah yeah sure. Good luck with that, I fricken got him good.” He gently removed Dream’s hands from his face, surprised to see how red his blush was already. Sapnap cooed, Punz rolled his eyes.

Once again the timer was set, and once again the butterflies within Dream’s belly awoke as his arms were pulled above his head. Only this time, he was much more terrified, Sapnap knew his spots much better than Punz did.

“3… 2… 1… GO!!” Punz declared, pressing start on the timer.

“Ok Dream~ Where should I start do you think? Sapnap pondered, dragging his hands up and down Dream’s ribs and sides, relishing in the squeaks and twitches he was already receiving. “Oh! How about we play a game? It’s called ‘answer-my-questions-or-i-go-straight-for-your-belly.’ How’s that sound?”

Dream’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Whahat!?” he choked out.

“You heard me~ So, where should I start? Gimme a body part.” Sapnap repeated his question, scratching gently in Dream’s armpit with one hand, and forming a threatening claw above Dream’s stomach with his other hand. Flexing his fingers as he lowered it slowly. Dream felt his stomach drop, his face heating up significantly.

“Wahahihit WAHAHIT Sahahapnahap dohohon’t!!!” Dream squeaked, twisting away from Sapnap’s hand in his armpit, while simultaneously sucking in his stomach.

“Is his stomach his worst spot?” Punz asked.

“By a long shot.” Sapnap replied “Come on Dream~ Look how close my hand is getting?? Surely you’d rather answer my question than have my fingers digging into your sensitive little tummy?!”

“Okehehehy OK, just WAHIHIT!!” Dream shut his eyes in attempt to think more clearly. “Sihihihides??” He squeaked out, holding his breath as he waited for the spot change.

Sapnap cooed out praises, then moved both hands to gently spider up and under Dream’s hoody. Nails scratching gently along the bare skin of his sides. He watched as the blonde’s eyes shot open in panic, his blush promptly travelling to his ears, and then flustered giggles pouring out.

“What? Were you expecting me to go hard? I already told you that I wasn’t going to.” Sapnap smirked. “So tell me Dream, do the lighter tickles fluster you more?”

Dream just shook his head. It’s all he could manage really, his brain slightly foggy from the lighter touches. He looked down when he felt his hoody being pulled up, only to nearly pass out at the sight. Sapnap’s head was positioned right over his stomach, the threat being immensely clear. Answer, or face the wrath of a raspberry.

“Nohohohohoooo!! N-not thahahat! Anything but thahahaat!!”

“Then answer my question cutie, do the lighter tickles fluster you?” Sapnap couldn’t help but let a soft smile through as the blonde burst into hysterical giggles again. He look in a deep breath as warning.

“NO- SAPNAP NO!! Thehey DO!! They ahahare!! The lighter tickles are flustering just dohohohohohon’t!!!”

“Good job cutie, or should I say smiley!? Look how big your smile is naww. Punz, isn’t he just the cutest?”

“Absolutely, true to his brand.” Punz agreed, he was absolutely in awe at how effective the teasing was. Dream let out a giggly whine in protest to the nickname.

“Ok last question ready~?” Sapnap asked, tracing shapes into Dream’s exposed ribs, teasing the bones and scribbling lightly into the divots between. “You’ve been giggling up a storm for the past 2 minutes Dreamie.. So i’m kind of curious.. Are you ticklish?”

“Nohohohohoho!!” Dream giggled out immediately, the response being more directed to the cruelness of the question, as opposed to being his actual answer. Sapnap of course knew this, but feigned a shocked gasp regardless.

“No?!” Sapnap raised an eyebrow, positioning his head over Dream’s stomach once again. “Are you sure you not just a little bit tic-tic-ticklish little smiley~?” He punctuated his words with gentle pinches to Dream’s lower ribs.

“N-nhohoho that’s nohot- thahat’s not whahat i meant!!” Dream babbled out, his breath hitching when he felt Sapnap blow a stream of air across his stomach. “DoHOHOhon’t”

“Well what did you mean then smiley? Coz it sounds to me like you just lied to me~” Sapnap brought his spidering down past Dream’s sides, and scratched gently at his hips instead, listening to the tapping of Dream’s kicking feet behind him. “And you know what that means right~? It means you’re gonna get a big raspberry right on your cute lil tummy!!”

“sAHaHahahAp NAhaP!!!” Tears spilled out of the corner of Dream’s eyes, he could barely form coherent thoughts. His laughter was sporadic, peppered with squeaks and hiccups from the tickling on his hips. He couldn’t even attempt to say the sentence, it being far to flustering for him.

“Ok then cutie, here goes!!” And with that, Sapnap blew an enormous raspberry right into the middle of Dream’s stomach, accompanying his attack by kneading into Dreams’s hips. Dream absolutely shrieked, his body convulsing out from the couch before crashing back down. Tingly electricity shot through his nerves, in amounts that not even his kicking legs or shaking his head could diminish. His giggles transformed into hysterical cackles, and he tugged on his arms desperately, wanting to push Sapnap’s head away so bad.

“SAHAHAHAHAPNAHAHAHAP STAHAHAP- I-” Another wave of cackles interrupted his pleading. “IHIHIHI CAHAHAHA- REHEHEHED!!!!!”

Immediately Sapnap slowed his onslaught to a stop, rubbing away the residual tingles that he left behind. Punz let Dream’s hands go, picking up the phone to check the time.

“3 minutes!” He said, his cheeks a little pink as well from listening to the teases. “O-ok well.. I definitely made him laugh harder.. But I will admit that that was pretty impressive…” He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

Sapnap got off Dream, who curled up once again, this time being well and truly exhausted.

“You a little pink there Punz?” Sapnap snickered, laughing when Punz’ blushed deeper. “It’s chill don’t stress, the teases get to the best of us.” He reassured.

Punz grumbled out something incoherent, before suddenly gaining a twinkle in his eye. “Including you?” He listened intently to the hesitance in Sapnap’s response.

Needless to say the rest of the afternoon was filled with more challenges, but the theme being a little more ‘tickly’ than normal, and Dream being less of a target this time…

🦙🦙🦙…

Thank you for the request <3 /p

Hope it was ok 😊

[kanene-yaaay]

Favorite Spot

Kanene's notes: So my sisters dragged me to a weekend on the beack w no internet to finally relax a little and, after reading Flirting Laughter again I got like super inspired and wrote a little something. It's just something I did in few hours so some setences can sound funny but it was very fun to write

Warnings: Mouth tickles. Lots of kisses and nibbles. Romantic Pairing. Ticklish!Jiang Cheng and Ler!Lan Xichen.

[~*~]

"Xi-CHEN!" Jiang Cheng barked, misstepping and being one second late from pushing the mischievous touch away. Hands collided with his sides and he was slowly lowered to the ground, laughter falling freely at least, after being so long contained.

There was a smug, playful glint in the Lan eyes. "Yes?"

"Stop this at once! What are you, a child?"

Scribbling fingers dances to the bottom of his ribs, slowly scratching on the bone before crawling back again. Jiang Cheng was helpless for the way it made his laughter louder and his thoughts scrambled. Still, he refused to melt under such childish attack, buckling and trying to get the other back as Lan Xichen doubled his attack and dodged from his vengeful fingers.

Lan Xichen chuckled. "No, I am simply a lover, heartbroken for the way his beloved keeps running away from his careful, lovely touch."

"Lovely touch my ass!" His words were interrupted by a  snort. And then another and another one as Lan Xichen kept concentrating his pokes and tickles in that place between his ribs and stomach, grinning dangerously at the way it made him squirm from one side to the other. "You are tickling me!"

"Is that so?” His tune was calm and gentle, a sheer contrast with his ruthless attack, chasing every crack in his barrier and tickling there over and over before scurrying away in the look for a new unattended spot, chuckling and giggling together with the other as a - not so rare after meeting Lan Xichen - joyful laughter. All Jiang Cheng could do was keep putting on a fight, making him really earn each and every delightful sound. “I was under the impression that you weren't ticklish, as you so effusively assured me a couple days ago."

With a clear delight Lan Xichen watched as a red color filled the other's face. For maddening second Jiang Cheng turned both his beautiful expression and smile to the side, crackling guffaws dancing in the air as his hands crawled back down to his hips, drilling touches being intertwined with light scribbles that made the other lose his mind and force, squirming from a side to another with energy.

Lan Xichen took the opportunity to listen to his melody closer. Laying his head on his shoulder he chased his open throat with his lips, resting on the skin, feeling the way it vibrated with each one of his laughter, following the pace of his wiggling fingers, the energy of his touches.

He began laying feather like kisses on the skin, gratefully, almost reverently with each soft touch.

"X-Xichen!!" He giggled, high pitched and uncontrollably. Such sounds, filled with mirth, went straight to Lan Xichen’s heart. He stumbled in his efforts, freezing on the spot. Did Jiang Cheng just...

Giggled?

Experimentally, he laid one more kiss on his neck.

"Get out!!" Each word was almost drowned by the most adorable, cutest snickery giggles Lan Xichen had ever listened to. "Don't!"

He stilled his fingers and continued to lay kisses and he followed the path from his shoulders to his jaw, all while maddening giggles and uncontrollable titters followed his tickles. Jiang Cheng's hands stopped on his clothes, partly holding him and pushing him away, entire body laying fully on the ground, struggles getting more and more sparse.

“Wanyin…” Lan Xichen breathed and Jiang Cheng immediately turned away, an attempt of a scowl in his face as he, with intention or not, left more of his neck open for the loving, caring touch. He immediately went back to it dutifully, testingly leaving a light nibble on the trembling skin.

“HUAN!” He squealed. Jiang Wanying squealed and immediately fell in even more tittering giggles, more uncontrollably and unstoppable as ever. Lan Xichen barely could stop himself from following such joyful melody, nipping and kissing and even sneaking a few scribbles on the spot that made Jiang Cheng finally get back the control of his limbs and try to wiggle his neck away from all his tickly attention. “Lan Huan!”

With a last nibble right under his skin, Lan Xichen parted, squinting, happy eyes and mischievous grin taking over his face as it came barely inches away from Jiang Cheng’s sniggering one.

They both bathed in laughter and smiles before the Leader from Yunmeng Jiang broke it.

“Why do you always end up doing this?”

“Is it my fault?” He chuckled lightly, more than used at his usual scowl, finding no more heat in it. “Your laughter is so beautiful, how could I ever stop doing my best to listen to it?”

“Maybe you should try being more funny.”

“Wanyin don’t find my attempts amusings?” He nuzzled his cheeks and stole a kiss with a loud ‘mwah’, repeating it a couple of times until the lips under his were struggling to contain a grin. Had he not be tickled, he probably would be much more successful in stomping it down and replacing with a good scoff, but now all his reactions were a little more soft, a little less guarded. Lan Xichen was going to bath in this as much as he can. “I think he find them plenty fun.”

Jiang Cheng smiled, then smirked. “It’s my pitying laughter.”

“So I see.” There was a gleam in his eyes and then in the next moment Lan Xichen was shoving his face right back on his neck, ignoring his screech and now leaving his loud, silly kisses in troops of ‘mwah mwah’ all across it.

He was completely successful in pulling back all the crackling, loud hysterical giggles. He chuckled in satisfaction and grinned when only that made Jiang Wanying jolt in the same place.

“Stop doing this and start making better arguments!” His voice was squeaky and yet sounded as satisfied as ever. Lan Xichen hummed and then started leaving nibbling tickles in his path, making the other squeal and wiggle.

It looked like they had just found their new favorite spot.

[giggleesblog]

would you ever want to try being tickled while intoxicated(drunk/high)? it’s been a big bucket list scenario for me since i’ve started doing edibles

-🍮

yes oh my god 🍮 anon you have no idea

[anxious-lee]

I just had the most euphoric tickle dream of my life, immediately followed by the most mortifying tickle dream of my life

[wishitweresummer]

Sensitive (Dream x GeorgeNotFound)

Word count: 2730

Warning: This is a love story! It’s completely PG and SFW, but there is kissing. DNF babyyyy.

     Strangely enough, the domino that set off the two revealing their feelings for each other was Dream discovering George was ticklish.

The feelings themselves were already known. Basically. Dream and George are two smart and accomplished men. They simply put the facts together and came to the same conclusion. There wasn’t really any wonder or question. That wasn't the problem. The problem was the trajectory of acknowledgment. The fear in change. They might have leaned into the feeling of inevitability too much. While they had an awareness of endgame, it still needed a start. But, they didn't know how. They danced around each other, too afraid to touch.

Touches were kept platonic and friendly. Luckily, Dream got to practice that with Sapnap before George moved in. So many elbow jabs into ribs. Playful shoving. It was probably a month in when it was just second nature to grab the younger in a headlock and mess with his hair until he was red faced and shouting.

Physical touch. Dream couldn't get enough. Years locked away will do that to you. That first hug with each of his best friends had him burning with love and overflowing with tears. As he got to meet each and every one of his friends he had only gotten to be close to over a screen, he crushed them to his chest with all the love in the world.

     And now; George. This impossibly adorable angel of a man. Eyes like two little voids that lock on relentlessly to Dream’s and take him apart without even trying. Pretty lips that stretch into mischievous grins and precious little pouts that give Dream a run for his money every time. Cheeks that bloom with dark embarrassment at just the barest of teasing. So addictive to pull reactions from. A sharp tongue and endless charm. George was unreal. Perfect, in Dream’s eyes.

     It was hard for Dream to pick his favorite thing about George, but gun to his head? His laugh. George had many and Dream loved every single one. The mean one that shook out of him when he was tearing into his friends with roasts and jabs. The pleased giggles when he gets away with something no one else would have. Those high pitched shrieks of laughter and fear that tear out of him when he's running from his friends in video games. Those uncontrollable cackles when something is just too funny for him to handle.

     Dream discovered a new one and he just couldn't get enough.

     When Sapnap was being too much of a brat for Dream’s patience levels, but still too lovable to actually make him mad, he had found the perfect way to deal with him months ago.

"I'm sorry! Dream I'm sorry!", he would plead through raspy laughter. The apologies always so quick to come when the Tickle Monster came out to play. Play fights brought teasing pokes and grabs. Startling squeaks out of each other was fun. Tickling came easy into Dream and Sapnap’s causal interactions.

     It was really only a matter of time before the other two learned how much of a weakness it was for George.

     The very first time had basically been an accident. Kind of. Dream meant to squeeze George’s side and tug him in close while they were cuddling on the couch watching a movie. It was playful. At most, he expected a little puff of air and some cute blushing. Instead, the squeal that startled out of the boy made the other two jump. Well, he succeeded at making him blush, that’s for sure.

     George met Dream’s amused smirk with the meanest glare he could, whole face burning and only getting worse by the second.

"What happened over there?", Sapnap asked from the loveseat.

"Yeah, what happened there?", Dream pressed. George could only sputter dumbly.

     Then, Dream crossed that threshold. Before then, there was an air of politeness he had held for touches shared between him and George. A purposeful amount of platonic awareness for the closeness and length of every touch and hold.

     Dream threw it all out the window as he dragged the squirming boy into his lap, held him close, and tickled his sides until he let out that insane screech he loved so much. George was hysterical in seconds.

"Georgie, you're so ticklish!". The boy grabbed at Dream’s hands and flipped around in complete and utter ticklish agony. His desperate cackling nearly deafened Dream.

"Holy shit!", Sapnap added from across the room.

     The ticklish attack only lasted about thirty seconds, but when the mean fingers relented against George’s sides he was panting and had tears in his eyes.

"Don't do that...", he said weakly. He tore his gaze away from Dream’s over and over again as the younger tried to meet it. "Yes yes I get it, I'm really ticklish whatever oh my god shut up you're so annoying.", he huffed and scrambled from the other’s lap. Dream practically buzzed with interest. Every single second of George’s reaction left Dream crawling with desire for more. That familiar addiction. George had a way of being exactly what Dream craved. "Shut. Up.", he gritted out. George was flushed under Dream and Sapnap’s amused gazes.

"No one even said anything!", Sapnap laughed.

And just like that, things were different.

Touches were easier. As they all cooked breakfast together in the morning, well George and Sapnap floated around the kitchen while Dream made them breakfast, it was easy to bump elbows and laugh. Sapnap splashed George with sink water while cleaning up dishes and he cowered behind Dream, only to get his ribs jabbed. The squeal he let out made the other two flinch.

"You're like, so sensitive.", Sapnap informed him with a smirk. George glared back at him with newly pinkened cheeks and rubbed at the spot Dream had poked.

Things were casual like that for awhile. Just a small new addition to the routine of teasing the boys had. George had even found himself brave enough to get his own licks in. Grabbing and poking at unsuspecting sides and tummies when they dared to get too close.

     The first time George and Sapnap tested their strength against each other had George pressed down to the floor, absolutely screeching with apologies and regret.

     After a few weeks, the two had worked out the full extent of George’s sensitivity. The sharp-tongue Brit could be reduced to a blubbering mess by either of them in under a minute. After years of dealing with George’s stubbornness through screens, it was incredibly endearing how some simple touches could get seemingly anything out of him.

     "I'm going to make you say you love me.", Dream threatened. George whined through his hysterical giggling as they increased in speed and pitch as he fought the hands teasingly playing at his hip bones.

"Don't! Ah fuck!!", he cried. A scream tore from him as Dream leaned over him with a smirk, his hands having found their way onto trembling thighs. Those lovely frantic cackles filled the room.

     This was the same man who would mercilessly tear him apart in front of thousands? Killing his friends in games with no hint of guilt? Dream had once watched him pick out every single one of Sapnap’s insecurities without a thought to his feelings until the younger actually smacked the shit out of him. Who was this? It was incredible how different he seemed like this. The way he squirmed and squealed with no hope of escape once he fell weak to any ticklish touch. So impossibly adorable. Dream was finding himself becoming obsessed.

With Sapnap and Dream, there were different levels of reactions. A soft touch could get them jumpy and giggly. The tickles that were meant for a playful attention grab or to ease out a smile when another thought it was needed. George was different. The two couldn't find a way of tickling him that didn't throw him into hysterics instantly. It's exactly why the act of tickling him had become a bit of an addiction. Especially to Dream.

     Dream found himself testing his sensitivity to a lighter touch one day on top of the couch that he had first learned about the older’s weakness. The TV kept on with some long-forgotten show as George fell into pieces under Dream’s curious hands.

"Seriously? I'm barely touching you.". The smaller boy squirmed wildly as crazed giggles bubbled out of him. His wrists were locked together above his head to the couch with just one of Dream’s hands.

"Please!!!", he squeaked out. All he was doing was trailing his fingertips around underneath his shirt. Every graze against the jumpy stomach had him shaking with helpless giggles. Loud squeals broke through when the light touch teased at his hypersensitive sides.  A cute flush grew on his cheeks the longer he struggled.

     As Dream’s torturously gentle touch explored George’s body, the air became lighter with all the pretty giggling. A dangerous vibe.

     Dream found another threshold to cross. A startled shriek sliced through the room when a quick raspberry was pressed into the pale flesh that had been exposed through a ridden-up shirt.

"Nononono.", the begging fell from George’s lips quickly when playful green eyes met his with a curious head tilt. The hands trapped up above his head were quickly brought down and pressed down to the couch cushion by his sides and Dream started to nudge the shirt up further with his nose. George shrieked in fear. Hysterical giggling wracked his body with anticipation. "No Dream please don't!!!".

A loud scream flew from the squirmy boy’s lips before he fell back into wailing laughter. Soon, there were playful nibbles across his tummy and unpredictable raspberries to his sides. George was a goner.

Dream studied how George couldn't handle any playful touches. He only got bolder as the weeks went on.

When George stood with his head tilted back staring at the pantry of snacks for a minute straight, Dream couldn't resist a gentle bite near the back of his neck. George nearly collapsed after letting out a startled cry.

When he learned the McDonald's had run out of George’s favorite cookies in the drive-thru, Dream attempted to comfort the other with a firm squeeze of his thigh. Of course, George only thrashed in place with a squeal loud enough to startle Dream and the worker at the other side of the box.

Even just the barest resemblance of the threat of tickling always sent him into ticklish paranoia. George and Sapnap were curled up on the floor playing round after round of chess one day when suddenly Sapnap was over it. The younger flopped dramatically down onto the floor, innocently. The quick movement towards George sent him into a giggly panic; squeezing his eyes shut and wrapping his arms around himself in protection. Dream watched in amusement as Sapnap popped up in confusion at the other’s reaction, just to quickly twist him down to the floor and tickle him exactly how he feared.

The first time they used the pool together was delayed with Dream and George’s antics. The older had asked the other to apply his sunscreen, just to melt into a giggling puddle from the cold lotion.

"It doesn't tickle!!", he cried through his high-pitched giggles. Sapnap and Dream could only smile in confused amusement as the frantic squirming consumed the boy anyway.

It fell easily into their routine. This was just a part of their near-daily interactions for the three best friends. Friends.

Feelings between Dream and George had always been there and not really any kind of secret, but the actual relationship had not changed from anything more than best friends. Until one fateful night in early May while Sapnap was away filming something for NRG.

Dream had the next season of the series him and George were watching all booted up in the living room. He was just waiting for George to finish up whatever he was doing in his room.

The younger had no qualms about whining like a puppy behind the older. He complained and kicked the back of his computer chair until he was sure that George was just fucking with him at this point.

"You have about thirty seconds before I go ahead and bring you to the couch myself.". The other scoffed at the threat.

"You're an idiot.". Dream’s mouth dropped open before the timer in his mind could go off.

"That's it!", he huffed before scooping George up and throwing him over his shoulder like he weighed nothing. The lack of fight before being bent over it led Dream to believe this was exactly what the smaller was hoping for. George shrieked and pounded against his back as he headed towards the living room. Dream only chuckled at the tiny ineffective fists. He tossed the squirmy body to the couch and plopped down.

Now, none of this was all that out of the ordinary for them so far. Everything flipped into a new realm when George scrambled over to Dream and took residency in his lap, giggling breathlessly. Dream froze and his eyes went wide as George got comfy facing him with his thighs on either side of his lap. Before he could react, small hands attacked his rib cage and a bark of laughter flew from his lips.

"George!".

Soon, the two were laughing as they tickled each other, but neither moved to leave the new position. It was like their bodies were built to slip into a position like this together. George the perfect comfortable weight on top of Dream’s lap. Sides and thighs so easy on each other to squeeze. Hyperticklish George fell into an easy defeat in no time, though. His hands tugged on Dream’s wrists and he pressed his forehead to his shoulder with a whimper.

"I can't take it...", he murmured weakly. But, that pale slender neck was far too tempting. Dream grabbed a hold of the perfect waist perched on top of him and dug his teeth into sensitive flesh. The nibbles forced George to crumple against him with squeaky giggles. The boy squirmed in his lap, but not off. He stayed put. He clung to the younger man desperately.

The reactions were impossibly intoxicating. Dream let his playful nibbles travel up his neck and tease across his jaw. George only flinched and jerked around as the pretty giggles flew free with two fistfuls of the front of Dream’s shirt.

Dream heard how breathless the giggles were getting and slowed down. Soon, he bumped his nose against George’s.

"Are you okay?", he whispered. They were close. They had never been this close before. George dropped his head down with a whine and it forced Dream’s lips against his forehead without meaning to. An accidental forehead kiss.

Another threshold. Dream really couldn't get enough this time. Large hands grabbed George shoulders and Dream peppered his blushing face with more little kisses. George could only blush harder as he fought the smile from the affection.

"Dream...", he said softly, meaninglessly. Meaning-everything-ly. A confession. A plead. A question.

"George.", just as soft.

Who made the first move? Who knows.

Lips that were always destined.

A future revealing itself. Fate complete. A forever, found. Inevitable together.

Slow nervous lips slid together. Gentle giggles falling between them easily as any hesitation melted away. Strong hands around a narrow waist tugged the bodies impossibly closer. George squeaked in surprise and Dream was all too happy to invade deeper. New addicting noises earned with every bold movement. Playful hands even teased at sensitive sides to bring more squirming to the loving kiss.

Dream’s lips traveled back down to that tempting neck again. George clung to his shirt as he tried as hard as he could to let the younger explore as he pleased. Soft cries from the overwhelming sensitivity filled the air around them.

"I love you.", George whimpered. Dream froze at the words he had tried to pry from the boy for years. He pulled back to try and meet his gaze.

"Yeah? You do? What was that?", he asked with a goofy grin. George looked away fast.

"Nothing.".

"Say it again!!", he demanded, playfully. Happier than ever.

More squeals of laughter erupted from George as Dream chased getting to hear those lovely words again. And again and again…

[tinylittlelee]

she laughs at my dreams

but I dream about her laughter