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HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Just a thought I remembered and it made me laugh

Maybe 2 years ago now @fluffallamaful got everyone to say nice things about me and put together everyone’s beautiful words and drawings

Well she had actually tricked you all into giving me a birthday present of all your compliments and art. And I think it’s so funny and so sweet 💜

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Wait how have I never seen this

This is so cute

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I actually love his laugh sm

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you guys do not know how much i foam at the mouth whenever the Dream Team do a video with Herobrine in it

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Hi!!! I have a request!!!

Remember the Ticklish Dolls? I just think it’s so tragic that Sapnap never met one of his own!!! 💜💜💜 And personally I would love if one or both of the other boys was there to watch him be introduced!

A Fair Shake

Dream and George beg DreamXD for a tickle doll of Sapnap and are overjoyed to get it. They have to plan out their attack carefully to make sure they get the most out of this.

Dream and George had gone to DreamXD with the plans to beg and plead, on their knees if needed, for XD to make a doll of Sapnap. They were shocked but ecstatic to find XD already had one made for him. XD handed the doll over, made the boys swear they wouldn’t go overboard and they were off.

The plan was simple enough it never roused suspicion. The Dream Team had gone so long without an adventure so Sapnap was all too happy to join them.

Dream had the doll in his pocket as they walked through the birch forest. He was walking slow, trying to be so careful to not “activate” the doll before it was time. XD had explained the doll was only going to feel soft actions. If they dropped it, hit or stepped on it, Sapnap would feel nothing. The only feelings the doll could transfer was tickling.

Dream and George were watching Sapnap like a hawk, but so far everything was normal. When they got further into the forest the trees thinned and they came to a large ravine with water separating them from the other side.

“I think there’s a cave down there?” Sapnap pointed to a small hole in the side of the ravine.

Dream and George looked to each other and Dream spoke. “We always go in caves. Let’s try get to the top of the mountain over there. Maybe we can spot something interesting.”

The mountain was on the other side of the ravine but not that far off. It lay just beyond a taiga forest. Sapnap didn’t seem thrilled by the idea, but he agreed. They built a small bridge over the ravine and made their way through the forest. The mountain was actually a flower meadow. The closer the boys got to it, the more blue the mountain became and they realised it was covered in cornflowers.

By the time the three had made it up to the top of the mountain, the boys were entranced to the sight they decided to rest at the flat top. Perfect.

George and Dream shared a look. Dream reached into his pocket for the doll and George walked to Sapnap.

“Sapnap! How many arrows do you have?” George asked innocently.

Dream sat himself down by the flowers and peeked into his pocket. The little white doll was the same shape as the others, but there was an outline of a headband on it’s forehead and fangs where the mouth would be. Dream could admit it was adorable. He looked back up to the two, waiting for the right moment.

“I haaaave...” Sapnap’s voice faded out as he looked in his inventory. “Aboooout... Forty?”

“Split some with me. I only brought ten.”

“Ten?! Why did you make so little?!” Sapnap was distracted sorting out his inventory and Dream used the time to strike.

It wouldn’t be unusual for Dream to slip both his hands into his pockets. Both his hands got a hold of the doll and he tried to feel it out before he poked his finger into the doll’s body.

Sapnap’s body jerked just a little. Enough to tell Dream it absolutely worked. It was only a small poke, and Sapnap brushed it off as some random ghostly feeling. He went back to his task and Dream turned the doll just a little to poke into it’s side and wiggle his finger in.

It was more than a jump now. Sapnap jerked again and he wiggled as through trying to work himself away from the tickling. But there was nothing to escape from.

“What’s wrong, Sapnap?” George asked innocently enough.

“N-Nothing.” Sapnap held his voice together, with just the faintest giggles. He reached to his side that tickled, patting it down and Dream stopped. He shook the feeling off and carried on. He pulled out a few arrows, counting them out and Dream poked the doll again. It was on the other side and a bit higher up.

Sapnap jumped again, this time failing to hold back his laughs. His hand patted at his armpit and he sputtered and laughed.

“Woah! What’s wrong?” George asked again but this time he couldn’t hide his smile.

“N-Nuhuhu... S-Sohohomething is ti-tic-tihihickling mehehehe!” He laughed and wiggled away. Dream kept the tickling going just a bit longer. “My armpit! S-Sohomething’s tickling me there!”

“Your armpit? Let me see.” George grabbed Sapnap’s left arm and pulled it up over his head.

Usually Sapnap was the strongest of them, but from the tickling and surprise, his arm was easily pulled and George grabbed a handful of Sapnap’s top to pull it up.

“NO! GEOOORGE! AA-AHA! Not-Not that! Dohohon’t do thahat!”

Of course there was nothing there tickling him though George gave a hum and continued to pretend to look. Dream moved his finger around, still tickling but now softly scratching his nail to the front of the doll.

“NAAAHAHAAHAHAHA! NOT THERE! M-M-My-My stohomach! It—! Eeehhehe! It on my-my bellyyy...!”

“You’re stomach now? Fine, let’s see.” George sighed like it was such a hassle, all the while his grin was growing. He pull Sapnap to lie down and tried to pull up his top, but with his arms free Sapnap was trying everything to cover his stomach from these ghostly tickles.

He was in a mix of throwing his head back in a deep laugh, to curling up and giggling. His arms wrapped around his stomach but there was nothing to block. “Stop! STOP! Wha-ahaha! What-What’s tihihickling mehe!”

Despite the laughing squeezing his eyes shut, Sapnap tried his best to open them and look for whatever force was torturing him. But just as he opened his eyes he caught sight of Dream. Sat a few feet away, hands in his pockets and smiling.

“Wh-Whahat do you hahave?!”

It was rather easy to put two and two together and Dream wasn’t exactly hiding it. Still he jumped slightly and stopped tickling for just a moment. Just enough time for Sapnap to regain his strength and conclude Dream was behind it.

“You!”

Sapnap was quickly up and sprinted towards Dream before George could grab him. Dream’s panic fed into adrenaline. He was up on his feet, his hands out of his pockets and held up in a plea of peace; but Sapnap continued on.

“Dream! Throw it!”

Dream took his eyes off Sapnap for a moment to George behind him. Quickly he reached into his pocket for the doll and tossed it.

Sapnap stumbled for a second, trying to decide in a split second if he wanted to carry on for Dream or make a grab for the doll. He decided to go for the doll just a second too late, missing as it sailed over his head and George jumped to grab it.

Sapnap tried to quickly turn, but as soon as George had a hold of the doll, he started tickling. He squeezed the doll’s sides and Sapnap folded. Howls of laughter shook through his body. His hands grabbed his sides and his stomach, anywhere George was tickling the doll, but it did nothing to help him.

“Does it tickle Sapnap? Does it tickle?” George taunted, his voice almost shrill from the glee. Instead of madly tickling he focused on the back of the doll, running his nail up and down it and watching with glee as Sapnap arched his back and laughed. “You’re just so tickly! I’m barely even tickling the doll!”

Dream couldn’t help but laugh as his heart swelled. Sapnap laughter was too cute, always broken up by squeaky giggles as he tried to talk and plead. His body would be in a war with itself, fighting to hide himself from laughing so openly while also trying to protect himself from the tickling. But there was nothing he could do to protect himself here. And rather than curl away, Sapnap pushed through the laughter and began to stand up.

Danger wasn’t even a possible thought in Dream’s head until he saw Sapnap glare at him through his giggling. He made the wrong judgement that surely Sapnap couldn’t do anything when he was being tickled, and yet the demon quickly lunged for Dream, tackling him onto the ground.

Blue petals and yellow pollen fluttered around them as they crashed into the flowers. Dream groaned but before he could push himself up, Sapnap’s hands dug under his hoodie and he began scribbling up and down Dream’s stomach and ribs.

“W-WHAAHAHA! Waha-WAIT! Ah...aahahahaha! S-Stohohop! STOP!”

“Geehehet him to stop!” Sapnap grunted through his laughs, though his own tickling seemed to have lessened. “S-Stohohop him!”

“Ihihihi cahan’t! I-I...GEORGE!” Dream sputtered and giggled while he tried and failed to push Sapnap’s hands off him. His one thing going for him was Sapnap wasn’t just focusing on his worst spot. His hands roamed, tickling and teasing over his stomach, ribs and sides. While it made Dream jump and squeak every time the hands roamed, at least he could still form words. “GEORGE! Stop!”

The tickling lessened slightly. Sapnap’s laughs went quiet, though he didn’t stop his tickling over Dream. George held the doll in one hand, his finger over the doll’s front and slowly moving up and down. He watched the two warily, but his lips still turned up in a smile and he was biting back giggles. The look in his eye was not the look of a man about to stop, but it was the mischievous glint of seeing how far he could push it.

“Why should I?” George asked, and his tickling got faster.

Sapnap barked a laugh, which made the his hands tickle Dream faster.

“G-GEOHORGE! PLEASE! He-Hehehe’s tickling mehehehe!”

“That seems perfect for me. Both of you getting tickled?”

The doll turned over on it’s side in George’s hand. George’s grin was downright vicious as he slowly moved his finger to the base of the doll and then quickly tickled.

Judging by the way Sapnap kicked his legs, the tickling got at his feet. He squealed out a scream and fell off Dream. Before Dream could use that distraction to escape, Sapnap grabbed his shoulders and he was pulled; his back against Sapnap’s chest. One arm wrapped around his shoulder and legs crossed around his own. The other hand quickly pulled up his hoodie and dug into tickling his belly with no remorse.

Sapnap’s feet were still being tickled. He laughed behind Dream’s neck, but Dream harmonised with his own laughter. High pitched, wheezy laughter as Sapnap’s hands kneaded under his bellybutton, scratched up and around his tummy and vibrated his fingers into the tickly flesh.

“STOOHOHOHOP STOP! N-NOHOHO! Y-YOU...AAAHAHAHAHA! THAT TICKLES THAT TICKLES!”

“Tel-EEHEHE! AAHA! TELL HIM TO STOHOHOHOP!”

Dream couldn’t even tell him if he wanted now. George must have tickled Sapnap harder because the demon slipped his other hand under Dream’s arm. Tickling his armpits as well as tickling harder over his belly. The only sounds Dream could make were hysterical laughing and desperate wheezing.

“I don’t have to stop!” George squealed happily. With both of his friends focused on each other, he felt safe enough to come closer. “Awww! You two are so cute! So tickly together! I wish I had your doll too Dream! Then I could-H-Hey!”

“That is quite enough.”

The tickling suddenly stopped and Sapnap’s arms fell limp. He was giggly panting as Dream rolled out of his arms and blinked through the tears to gather what had gone on.

He knew he heard XD’s voice. The God was floating just a bit above them, holding Sapnap’s doll they had clearly plucked from George’s grasp. Their mask was on, hiding their expression but Dream could hear the disapproval in their words.

“I warned you both not to go overboard.” XD spoke.

“It wasn’t overboard!” George quickly defended them. “He’s fine! He tickles us for much longer.”

“Tickling with the doll is different. He can fight back if you tickle him. With the doll he’s more helpless.”

Dream slowly pushed himself up to stand. His legs were wobbly but he was standing better than Sapnap who could barely get himself to his knees. Dream moved to shuffle over and  help him, but XD beat him to it.

XD gently came down beside Sapnap and slowly pulled him to stand. He was unsteady but XD helped balance him and slightly leaned down to speak with him. “Sapnap. Would you like Dream and George’s dolls now? Or take revenge later?”

“Wh-WHAT?!” Dream yelped.

“We never agreed to that!” George franticly said.

“I assumed you two would be aware that would happen.” XD spoke so casually. “Did you think I would just let you have Sapnap’s doll and not offer him the same?”

Of course they had expected that, but saying it out loud was bad for them in that moment. They could only silently pray Sapnap was merciful and would take his time before revenge. That would give them both enough time to beg for forgiveness.

“Now.”

It seems their prayers were unanswered.

“Perfect!” XD sounded almost gleeful as he summoned Dream and George’s little dolls. He handed them over to Sapnap before the two had time to bed. “And since it is two against one, I will help keep them out your way.”

XD took one long step, and scooped up George into his arms. George screamed and began kicking and struggling as hard as he could. It meant nothing and XD took another step and grabbed up Dream in his other arms.

“STOP! Let me down! S-Sapnap! I was going to stop!” George pleaded.

“It was George that tickled you the most!” Dream said, earning a squeal of “TRAITOR” from George but he was fighting for his life at that moment. He knew it was useless to fight against XD’s arms, so he had to plead to Sapnap’s mercy.

“Don’t worry. You’ll both get your fair share.” Sapnap grinned and sat down.

The one mercy Dream thought was that Sapnap would have to tickle each doll one at a time, or awkwardly tickle and hold them as the same time. He did not account for the fact that Sapnap had a tail. Dream watched as Sapnap brought his tail up, and slowly handed Dream’s doll to it. The tail gently wrapped around the doll and Dream could feel the soft fur brushing against his sides and giggled. It turned into deep laughter as the fluffy end of Sapnap’s tail brushed the base of the doll and Dream’s feet were tickled.

George’s doll was left to fully focus on, and Sapnap immediately took advantage of it by tickling both side of the doll.

With XD there supervising they knew the tickling would not go for too long, but that comfort was nothing when they were both driven to hysterics and unable to even struggle. Dream had the slim though that maybe asking for the doll wasn’t worth it. But at the same time, he couldn’t wait to do it all again.

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is this how the sparring went?? be honest

requests are open

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i’m going to go through and delete a bunch of old ficlets from creators that i no longer feel comfy having stuff up for. basically all stuff with irl ranboo, tubbo, aimsee, wilbur, tommy

if you have a favourite fic and would like to save and repost that work, then you absolutely can. i just don’t want them on my own blog anymore 🙌🏼

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I can’t deal with dteam squeak laughs

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If you’re willing to write for the Dream team, could you please maybe write them coming across a pale garden for the first time, and the Creakings are more tickle-coded? 😁

Tickle Coded

The Dream Team devise a plan to get a creaking heart. All they have to do is keep an eye on the creaking coming towards them. Can't be that hard, right?

The Dream Team’s explorations could range between carefully planned out trips to spontaneous adventures. The latter meant them walking for miles barely keeping track of where they were going until they came across something interesting.

It was coming to sundown when they saw the grey leaves in the distance and they rushed with excited glee into the pale gardens. The flowers began to bloom their haunting orange colour and Dream decided there that he wanted a creaking heart.

“It’ll spawn soon so just keep an eye out.” Dream planned, his eyes scanning the treeline for the orange eyes. The forest was so dense it blocked out what little light their was from the moon. George bought out torches but Dream said to keep them unlit. It was better to see the eyes in the dark.

Eventually they saw it. A monster mob of treebark and creaking limps. The creaking was frozen mid-step as the three saw it. Dream catching sight of it first as it just stopped moving.

“There! Keep watching it while I find it’s heart.”

“Hurry up.” George called. He had build himself higher up in some attempt to keep safe. “It’s freaking me out.”

With George and Sapnap watching it, Dream quickly ran to the mob’s side an gave it a small punch. He saw the orange beam shoot to a tree close to George.

“Perfect! You get it George and we’ll leave.”

“Finally.” George mumbled and built his way over to the tree.

Sapnap kept his eye on the creaking still. Dream technically did as well but his eyes wandered when he saw movement in the trees. He turned around, stepping away from the grey monster and just happened to catch another creaking spawn behind Sapnap. Though as soon as Dream spotted it, it was frozen.

“There’s one behind you!” Dream called in warning, but the surprise made his voice seemed more panicked. And so Sapnap panicked.

“Where?!” Sapnap turned his head.

“Sapnap don’t!”

The sound of groaning trees started behind and Dream quickly whipped his head round to come face to face with the creaking. Three orange eyes staring unfeeling to Dream’s.

Dream yelped and fell back, but he kept his eyes on the mob. This time he caught it mid attack. It’s arms stretched out. It’s claws out, inches from Dream’s skin. No doubt about to rip him apart.

“Fuck! It’s close!” Sapnap shouted and Dream almost turned his head but stopped himself. If he looked away, he’d be a goner.

“What are you two doing?!” George shouted over from the tree. “How did you two fuck that up? You just had to look at them.”

“Sapnap looked away from mine.” Dream defended himself. He didn’t expect how strong the urge was to look away from the creaking but the sight of the mob was...unpleasant.

“You made me panic!” Sapnap defended. “George. Look at the one by me. Then I’ll look at Dream’s then Dream can watch mines again.”

Dream had to trust the plan was working, he just had to wait for Sapnap’s all clear. His eyes were straining, trying not to blink so often but of course the more he thought about it, the more his eyes wanted to blink.

The signal from Sapnap never came. Instead Dream heard George shriek. “There’s another one!”

“George you idiot!”

Panic made Dream look. He half turned his head, just managing to see that there was a third creaking slowly making it’s way between the trees towards George. And that the creaking by Sapnap was about to strike until Sapnap and Dream’s eyes were on it.

But then no-one was watching Dream’s creaking.

Realising far too late, Dream felt the claws on him and braced himself to be torn and shredded. But the claws didn’t attack him. They tickled him.

“GAHAHaaahahaha! Wh-WhahahahaAAAHAHA!”

The creakings claws settled over Dream’s stomach and sides and began scribbling in, through the fabric of Dream’s hoodie which didn’t seem to be protecting him much. The claws worked, up Dream’s ribs and back down to his side, his stomach and his hips.

“Waaahahat whaaaat ihis hahahahppening!” Dream yelped. He struggled and kicked to no avail of escape. The creaking was all encompassing, and any time Dream tried to open his eyes, the claws would get a good spot right by his belly and he’d squeeze them shut again.

“Is it... Is it tickling you?!” Sapnap asked but then Dream heard a scream from the black-haired demon and suddenly Sapnap started laughing as well.

“OoohOHhOHhooohohoho! Nohot! N-Nohohot thehehehere! A-Ahanywhere but thehehere!”

Dream imagined the creaking got at Sapnap’s back. Or his hips. His speculation didn’t last though as the creaking focused in on his stomach and Dream’s only thought was his own survival.

Not a lot was known about the creaking but Dream knew for certain it was not a mob that tickled it’s victims to death. Yet the creaking tickling him seemed like a seasoned professional at it. It took note of all the sensitive spots to make Dream scream, but never stayed at them for too long so his body wouldn’t be used to it.

Dream’s arms and legs were free to move about but it didn’t help him much to escape. Creakings limbs were long, so there was no body to push away, and Dream didn’t have the strength to pry the tickling claws from him.

“What do I do?!” George yelped over the laughter and Dream imagined he was staring down his own creaking, and having to listen to the torture that would await him.

“H-Heehelp uhus!” Dream yipped desperately. He managed to get a somewhat good kick on the creaking’s arm and he turned slightly, but when the claw returned it was just renewed tickling on his stomach and his back. “NO! No please! Pleeeehehease! I’ll... Ihihi’ll dieeeee!”

“I can outrun it!” George shouted. “I’ll get away and come back over the top of the trees!”

“Don’t!” Sapnap screamed. “Dohohon’t you dare!”

“I can help either of you with this thing coming closer! I can-EEK!”

And George was caught. Dream could hear him screeching with laughter and the last chance of escape was gone.

The thought of being tickled for eternity by this monster kicked some last attempt into Dream. Literally. Using what little strength he had, Dream pushed his hips up and kicked out his leg. He felt it connect to the creaking’s body and managed to push just enough to get the claws off him. For the split second, of untickled freedom, Dream forced his eyes open.

The creaking froze. It’s claws just inches from Dream’s skin but it couldn’t move.

Sapnap and George still screamed with laughter, but Dream was just trying to get his breath and slowly crawling back to put distance between himself and the monster. He kept his eyes constantly on it, but he saw something just past the creaking.

He worried it was another one, and there was no way the three of them could handle four tickling creakings, but what Dream saw was in the trees. It lounged on the branch, watching the chaos below with a passive amusement. It saw Dream watch them, then brought its pale hand forward, with a little wave.

“Hello little champion...”

“H-HD?!”

Dream glanced just a second towards GeorgeHD, lounging in the tree and the creaking launched. Dream screamed, quickly looking back just before those claws touched his skin.

“Careful~” HD hummed. “You don’t want to be caught like George and Sapnap.”

“HEHEDEEHEHE!” George screamed between his laughter. “Stohohop thehem!”

HD rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. The three creaking disappeared into thin air. Dream let out a sigh of relief, letting himself fall back to lie on the forest floor. Sapnap and George joined him, falling to the ground though they were still giggling.

“Yous should be thanking me they were just tickling you.” HD dropped from the tree, his robes flowing around him like dark clouds. “You’re lucky I was close by and heard your screams. Those creaking would have torn you apart.”

“We...could fight them.” Sapnap panted. “I’d rather that than be tickled like that again... Fuck...”

“You were fine.” HD made his way to George and pulled him up. “I was watching the whole time. But maybe you can think about just how much trouble you all would have been in if I wasn’t here on your walk home.”

“You’re going to make us walk home?!” Dream gasped. “After that?!”

“But... But...” George’s voice turned to a soft whine, and he looked to his brother with the widest puppy eyes. “But I’m tired and-and sore from laughing and we’re hours from home.”

HD tilted their head. “Awwww.” They replied in a mock of sympathy. “Well you can just stay here for the night and hope the creaking don’t come back.”

The Dream Team gave a look between them, still trying to decide if the Overworld God was serious.

“Actually,” HD said, “you better start that walk now. I only teleported those creaking a few feet away. And my spell of tickling instead of killing doesn’t last forever.”

Okay he was serious. They were tired and sore, but the team picked themselves up and started making the trip back. They quickly left the pale gardens and walked about an hour more before they decided to set up camp in the dark oak forest to sleep for a couple hours and make the trip back.

HD followed them every step of the way. He watched them silently as they quickly build a shelter and they went to sleep on the hard ground.

They only planned to sleep for a couple of hours, but Dream woke up after what felt like a deep sleep. He was groggy and his vision blurred from sleep as he looked around. Instead of the ground, they were now lying on pillows as soft as clouds. Fluffy blankets kept them warm and Dream blinked a few times to look around.

GeorgeHD lay in the blankets and pillows. George was curled up at his side as HD pet over his hair. Dream tried to speak but his voice wouldn’t come. He was so tired and eyes so heavy. Wasn’t helped as HD reached over and pet over his hair. He hushed him softly and Dream fell back asleep.

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oh gosh i love this so much 🥹

Blanket Monster

Word count: 1055

Warning: Mouth tickles and feet.

No matter how much time went by and the boys grew older, George and Dream would always look at Sapnap as the younger. The baby. And they really loved when they could get him to act young and free.

But, Sapnap always cursed those moments. Mostly only inwardly. Unless it was tickling. He hated being tickled.

“I hate you!”, he screeched from under the blankets, twisting and grabbing at them as George only moved them over his flashes of freedom again and again. He curled up and screamed as his sides were attacked. George was on top of him somewhere above the blankets, grabbing at him through them. He felt like a child, shrieking and laughing as he smacked blindly at the hands.

“Did the blanket monster get you again?”, George coo’ed from above him in a baby voice.

There was a burst of light above him, but George quickly tugged the blanket back over the spot.

“This is cute.”, Dream’s voice. Sapnap flushed, already sweaty and breathless, only getting worse.

“I’m the blanket monster!”, George said proudly.

“You’re an idiot!”, Sapnap yelled and twisted again. He kicked out towards the voices, fully accepting he might really kick the hell out of one of his best friends. Instead, something much worse happened. “No!!”, he screamed and clawed at the mattress, desperately trying to pull his trapped foot back into the safety of the blankets.

Dream chuckled, tightening his grip on Sapnap’s ankle.

“You tried to kick me?”, Dream growled. George giggled excitedly. They hadn’t gotten their hands on Sapnap’s feet in a while.

“Please please please!!!”, the youngest begged unabashedly, twisting and turning under the blankets as George laughed and struggled to stay on top. A piercing scream broke through his begging as Dream skittered his nails down the ticklish sole. George squeaked, almost sent flying. Everybody laughed, Sapnap more hysterically. “Dream!!”, he cried. George dug his hands back into the blankets and found Sapnap’s sides, making him cry out against the sheets he was shoving his face into. “George!!”. A hilarious muffled scream-laugh tore from him as both boys tickled fast. He was so helpless like this.

Dream was softer, playing with his toes. He moved quickly, but kept his touch playful and light as he went from toe to toe. George was rough, grabbing at Sapnap blindly through the blankets. Sapnap was lost. His laughter was child-like and completely chaotic as he twisted and squirmed into the blankets. He felt dizzy and small. There was nothing he could do to fight back.

“Please!”, he squeaked out. He squealed loudly as George’s clumsy hands felt around his sides and back. He bucked with his entire body, but his movements were only getting weaker as he suffered under the tickle torture.

“Blanket monsters being too mean?”, Dream’s voice was somewhere outside his blankets, all high pitched and teasing. The tickling was aimed down at his heel and he couldn’t help but snort. George cackled above him, shaking him in excitement as he snorted through his laughter.

“Stop!! Please!!”, he begged. His helpless foot twitched in Dream’s hold, but the other was stronger.

The teasing and tickling he couldn’t predict…it was maddening. His nerves were over sensitive from the excitement and he found himself jumping and squealing at every movement and noise.

Rough hands grabbed his sides and shook his body, making him squeal. He twisted in the blankets, but that only made things worse. A playful finger sneaking between his toes made him cry out and twist himself more into the blanket.

Dream coo’ed as his heart swelled with affection for his best friend.

“He’s so cute like this…”, he murmured to George. George looked back with the clearest look of cuteness aggression Dream had ever seen. Oh, Sapnap was screwed.

Sapnap whined through his laughter; having heard Dream’s voice.

Suddenly, he screamed as George forced his way under the blanket and started grabbing and pulling at Sapnap. The brightness of the room almost blinded him as he was spun around and pressed to the bed on his back. He shoved as hard as he could, but George jammed his entire head up Sapnap’s shirt. He only had a second to gasp for air before exploding into hysterical laughter. He squealed and threw his head back against the bed at the first raspberry.

“Oh shit, George!”, Dream laughed as he watched the other worm deeper into shirt. He cringed a little at Sapnap’s ticklish screams and the loud noise of George blowing raspberry after raspberry against the poor boy’s tummy. He held on tight so that Sapnap couldn’t kick himself off the bed, but it was getting harder and harder as Sapnap got more worked up.

“Dream!!!”, Sapnap screamed.

“Dream? I give you raspberries and you yell Dream?”, George huffed from inside Sapnap’s shirt, then attacked the boy’s side with nibbles to make him scream louder.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!! George!!! Okay, please! No more!”, Sapnap begged through his laughter.

Dream laughed and pressed his fingers through the ticklish toes again, sending Sapnap into a frenzy of squealing and shrieking.

Sapnap shoved and smacked at the bulge of George’s head in his shirt, but he was relentless. The vibrations of growling nearly sent him over the edge, drawing a laugh out of him no one was sure they had heard before. It was airy and bright and desperate. The sound churned butterflies in the other boy’s stomachs

Sapnap’s defenses only got weaker as he gave himself over to the tickles. Tears streamed down his hot cheeks as he laughed and laughed and laughed.

“That tickles!”, he squeaked and twisted against the bed. The smacks against George’s head were so weak he laughed into Sapnap’s side before delivering more ticklish bites. The boy squealed and bucked.

“You love this, huh? We just had to tickle through your defenses, huh? You like the Blanket Monster? You love the Blanket Monster?”, Dream kept the teasing up as he tickled at the squirmy feet in his hold.

“Tickles!”, Sapnap cried through his laughter. He seemed dazed and like he was barely even fighting back.

George pulled out of his shirt and giggled, glancing happily back at Dream. Dream grinned proudly.

It was always so fun to remind Sapnap he was their baby and that was never going to change.

[fluffallamaful]

Just Desserts

helloooo everyone :D guess who’s back again 🥰

firstly i wanna apologize for this fic being literally 2 full months late lmao, november and december hit me like a train so i’ve been trying my best to kinda get back on track and get some stuff written for you guys 😔😔 but i have a lot planned!! so hopefully ill be able to be a bit more consistent with that moving forward <3

so this is part THREE to my most recent birthday fic trilogy for george’s birthday!!!! you can read part 1 (for sap’s birthday) here and part 2 (for dream’s birthday) here if you haven’t already, and if you have, enjoy the finale!!

lee!dream, lee!sapnap, ler!george, 7k words (whoopsies)

hope everyone likes it!! <33

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Dream cleared his throat, rubbing his tired eyes as he scrolled aimlessly on his phone. He rolled his head to the side, shifting to lay further back on the living room couch, the blanket over his legs barely covering his socked feet as he stretched out more. He glanced up from his phone to look at his two friends, seeing Sapnap in the opposite corner of the couch, laying down with his arm behind his head and his hat resting over his face. He was nearly asleep, letting out a content sigh in the cozy atmosphere of the room, the dim glow of the kitchen light and forgotten TV keeping the room soft and warm. Dream smiled, opening his camera to sneak a picture to show him later, and his attention was turned to George when he broke the silence in the room for the first time in nearly an hour.

“I’m thinking, like, 4 o'clock tomorrow. Does that work with you guys?” George said from his place on the couch, between the other two, laying upside down with his legs thrown over the back of the sofa and his head laying on the seat, hair splayed out in every direction. He looked up from his phone screen at the other two, watching them turn their attention to him and give him matching looks of confusion, clearly waiting for him to explain. When he didn’t, after a moment of silence, Dream replied.

“…What are you talking about?” He asked, a smile tugging at his lips, always endeared by having to solve George’s methods of communication like a puzzle.

“For when I get to tickle both of you,” He answered, as if it should’ve been as obvious as the color of the sky, continuing casually even as both the other boys looked at him with wide eyes. “I’m thinking 4-ish, so we can still go out to dinner after like we planned to. Does that sound good?” He was met with silence once again, this time joined by slack jaws and pink tinted cheeks, and he glanced between the two with a smug smile, waiting for one of them to break and ask for further clarification.

That time, it was Sapnap.

“…Huh?” He said, looking dumbfounded at the request, which only made George’s smile widen.

“Do you guys not remember what we’ve done for both of your birthdays this year? Sapnap, it was literally your idea. Did you really think I wasn’t gonna get my turn?” He asked, staring at Sapnap, practically burning holes in his chest with his eyes.

“Uh– I-I, uh… Well, to be fair, I forgot, but I kinda thought you just, like, forgot too,” Sapnap explained, fidgeting with the edge of the hat in his hands.

“Well, that was silly of you, wasn’t it?” George asked, earning a scoff and a chuckle from Sapnap at the wording, and a soft smile from Dream as well. He swung his legs around, flipping backwards off the couch and standing up, slipping his phone in his pocket and taking a second to adjust his clothes that had been pushed around from his position. “I can promise you two that I definitely didn’t forget, and I have definitely been planning exactly what I want to do to each of you for the last few days,” He continued, making Sapnap groan quietly and shove his hat back over his face, hiding his light pink blush.

He turned his attention to Dream, watching him shift slightly where he sat, pulling his knees in and flattening the blanket to make sure he was fully covered as he curled up slightly.

“Okay. I dunno about you guys, but I’m tired, so I’m gonna go to bed,” George continued, feeling two sets of eyes staring at him, still in awe. He reached over to Dream, ruffling the short hair that he had finally gotten used to seeing on him, making him giggle and smack his hand away. “You guys have fun thinking about that tonight.” George took a few steps over to Sapnap, leaning down to speak closer to his ear, hands clasped behind his back as he did so. “And just know, I intend to destroy you,” He finished, making Sapnap groan again, throwing both arms over his face to muffle his complaints and hide himself further.

With that, George giggled and stood back up, making his way up to his bedroom with a chipper ‘goodnight!’ yelled behind him.

Dream and Sapnap looked at each other, the same shocked expression present on both their faces, before they broke out into giddy laughter at how utterly ridiculous the situation was.

“What did you get us into?” Dream asked through his giggles, and Sapnap could only laugh louder at the accusation, unable to deny that it was, truly, entirely his fault.

The situation became a lot less funny at exactly 4:15 the next day, however, when a message from George came through to their discord group chat, no further explanation needed to make his words clear.

come to my room in 5 mins please and thank you :)

Both Dream and Sapnap felt their hearts drop at the message, and Dream barely had time to scoff and shake his head fondly before he heard the door to his office swing open behind him. He turned his chair around, seeing Sapnap standing there with a nervous look on his face.

”Dude,” Sapnap started, and Dream chuckled, smiling at him fondly.

“I don’t know why you thought he was kidding,” Dream said as he stood up, stretching his shoulders out from sitting for so long.

”I didn’t,” Sapnap growled, clearly much more stressed about the whole thing than Dream was. Dream turned towards the door and pulled it the rest of the way open, flicking the light switch off as he pushed past Sapnap to exit the room.“But I didn’t really think about what’s happening until right now.”

”I can’t really help you with that one, baby boy,” Dream said with a smug smile, reaching out to take one of Sapnap’s hands in his own when he noticed he was hesitant to follow. He tugged on his hand gently, urging him to walk with him, and Sapnap reluctantly did so.

“How are you not freaked out about this? How are you so calm right now?” Sapnap asked as they reached the stairs, heart clamoring in his chest with every step.

“Oh, trust me, I am absolutely freaking out,” Dream said with a nervous laugh, letting his confidence waver for just a moment to let Sapnap know it was okay to be nervous. “I guess I’ve just accepted it. Plus I think it’s funnier to see how freaked out you are.”

“Fuck off,” Sapnap spat just as they made it to the top of the stairs. “Dream, I’m scared,” He confessed, lowering his voice as they got closer to George’s door, not wanting George to hear him.

”Relax,” Dream soothed, turning to face him and squeezing his hand reassuringly. Sapnap couldn’t help but pout, his shoulders relaxing, that tone of voice always helping to calm him down, at least a little bit. “He’s not gonna do anything he knows you don’t like. Or anything you can’t handle.”

”He’s gonna kill me,” Sapnap practically whined, lips still twisted into a pout even as Dream smiled sweetly at him.

“I know,” Dream replied, and then a door opened behind them, revealing George awaiting their arrival, and stopping any further protests Sapnap had planned to make.

“Right on time,” George purred, voice smooth and cool, and Sapnap’s breath caught in his throat at the tone. “C’mon in,” He continued, moving out of the way and beckoning them inside. Dream went to take a step forward, pulling Sapnap along by the hand, but the younger boy didn’t budge, which turned all the attention onto him.

“Let’s go,” Dream said softly, keeping his voice quiet in an attempt to help soothe him, but Sapnap only looked at him with the same pout.

”I can’t, he’s gonna be mean to me.”

“Most definitely,” George confirmed, earning a glare from Sapnap.

”Sapnap,” Dream coaxed, turning to face him again. “Don’t make me make you.”

”I’m not! Just, like, give me a seco—“ Sapnap started, but he was cut off when Dream yanked him forward by his arm, then leaned down to pick Sapnap up off the ground, throwing him over his shoulder with ease. “DREAM!” He yelled, squirming in Dream’s arms, groaning and whining as he felt nervous giggled building up in his chest. He fought between hiding his face and trying to escape from his captor, but he quickly realized the second option would be pretty futile, and decided to curl into Dream’s shoulder and cover his bright red face.

Seconds later, he was unceremoniously tossed onto the bed, bouncing a few times before settling down against the mattress.

”That was so unnecessary. I would’ve gone on my own!” He whined with a frown, curling his knees up and crossing his arms over his chest as he was joined by the other two on the bed. He shuffled back, pushing himself as close to the corner of the bed as possible and taking up as little space as he could, already more flustered than he had expected to be so early on.

“I did what had to be done,” Dream teased, laying down next to Sapnap and getting himself comfortable, adjusting the pillows and blankets under him to find a good spot.

”Whatever.”

“Someone’s grumpy,” George commented as he shuffled between his two friends, sitting back on his heels and getting comfortable, earning another sharp glare from Sapnap.

“Shut up!” He bit back, adjusting his hoodie anxiously. “It’s not my fault I’m nervous! Just because Dream loves letting you destroy him without fighting back doesn’t mean I do!”

“Bro is projecting, can you believe that?” Dream teased, making George giggle and Sapnap groan and roll his eyes.

“Oh my godddd, you’re so dumb!” He grumbled, using his hat to hide his face, all three of them laughing at the interaction.

“Okay, you’re boring me, I’m starting now,” George interrupted, and suddenly his hands were latching onto Dream’s sides, squeezing like his life depended on it.

“AH! GEO-ohohohorge!” Dream squealed, his entire body jolting and tensing up at the feeling, and his hands instinctively grabbed onto George’s wrists, wrapping fully around them and squeezing.

“Ah, ah, ah, nope. None of that. Let go,” George reprimanded, like he was a child touching something he wasn’t supposed to have. “You know the rules, Dreamie, you’re not allowed to stop me,” He reminded, and Dream threw his head back with a defeated sigh as he pulled his hands away.

“Ugh, fihine,” Dream caved quickly, running his hands through his hair before resting them flat on the bed by his sides. “You’re a monster.”

“Yeah, a tickle monster, maybe,” George replied, making himself laugh and earning a scoff from Dream. He turned his attention to Sapnap, realizing he was still closing himself off in an attempt to hide away, and he decided that just wouldn’t do. “Come closer.”

“Fuck no.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

“You can do your job just fine from where you are,” Sapnap grumbled, still pouting, and George’s evil smile grew wider at the words.

“Okay,” He spoke slowly. “Sure, if you want me to only get where I can reach you, I might as well start here–“ George explained, and before Sapnap could even process the words, he was already busy screaming and protesting when George grabbed his ankle and held his socked foot out in front of him– the only spot he could reach without Sapnap moving, of course.

“NO! NO, NO, DON’T, I TAKE IT BACK, I TAKE IT BACK!” He yelled, panicking at the sheer thought of what George might do to him, yanking his leg back and lunging forward to stop him from doing anything else. “Don’t. Do not.” Sapnap’s breathing was heavy already, and George couldn’t help but laugh at his over the top reaction. He shook his head fondly, giving him a moment to calm down, before he continued.

“C’mere,” George tried again, smiling softly at Sapnap and motioning for him to move closer. Sapnap pouted again, eyes pleading, but he eventually listened, sliding himself forward and laying down next to Dream, tugging the sleeves of his hoodie down from where they were pushed up to his elbows. “There we go. Isn’t that so much better?”

“No, this sucks,” He grumbled again, gaze anxiously jumping between George’s face and his hands, not wanting to be caught off guard when he inevitably started his torture.

“Well, I am so deeply sorry. Let’s see if we can cheer you up,” George replied, and then he reached over and latched his hands into Sapnap’s thighs just above his knees, squeezing repeatedly at the tender muscle.

“N– AH!” Sapnap squealed, kicking his legs to try to throw the cruel hands off, but they stayed put. “Nohohoho, Geohohorge!”

“You love this spot, don’t you?” George teased, dropping his voice low, like he was speaking to one of the cats, which only made Sapnap more flustered and annoyed.

“Nahahaha!” He argued, letting out sweet, boyish laughter as George moved his hands to squeeze up and down his thighs. “Plehehehease, Geohohorge, stahahahap–!”

“You’re so dramatic, it’s not even that bad, see?” George shot his hands over to Dream, repeating the motion on him and squeezing up and down his thighs relentlessly. Dream yelped, jolting at the unexpected sensation, instinctively reaching down to grab at George’s hands before remembering the one rule he was given. Instead, he curled his fingers into fists and threw his head back in giddy laughter, only flinching occasionally when George’s thumb or forefinger happened to press into a particularly sensitive spot– for lack of better phrasing, he made Sapnap look like a total idiot for overreacting.

“That’s not fair, you know how that is, George!” Sapnap tried to reason, feeling his face flush red at how much better Dream could handle that particular technique than he could. He knew it didn’t matter, there were plenty of things he could take that Dream couldn’t, and there were plenty of things he and Dream could take that George couldn’t, but it still frustrated him to no end that George had the nerve to point it out.

“You’re right, Sapnap, I’m just messing with you. It was all for show. Now, if I were to do this, for example…” George shot his hands up to Dream’s hips, latching his hands onto the sensitive area the same way he did with Sapnap’s thighs, squeezing mercilessly and giggling along as Dream broke out into loud laughter. “…then we might have a closer comparison.”

“WAHAHAIT– nohohoho!” Dream protested, grabbing at the blankets under him, his back arching as his squirming increased dramatically. “Geohorge, PLEHEHEASE– plehehehease!”

“Aw, poor baby,” George patronized, earning a pathetic whine from Dream in response, his eyes squeezing shut as he shook his head against the pillows. “This spot is so sensitive for you, isn’t it, Dream? Especially now, with this?” George commented, gently trailing his nails over the scars on Dream’s hips. He smiled when Dream let out a squeak from the back of his throat, watching him bite his lip and suck in his tummy at the new feeling. “I said, isn't it, Dream?”

“Yehehehes, yeheah! Mhm!” Dream agreed quickly, nodding along with the words in hopes that George might take some pity on him. Thankfully, he did, and Dream practically collapsed against the bed when George’s hands left him, his chest heaving from the quick, heavy panting breaths he took to recover. He let out an involuntary sound, a strange half-groan half-whine that made them both giggle, and he covered his face in embarrassment at the noise. “Shut up.”

“Absolutely not,” George replied with a smile, resting his hands on Dream’s sides and holding there for a few seconds, before gently tugging Dream’s t-shirt up to reveal his tummy, making him squirm under the cool air.

“Ugh– Geohohorgeee…” Dream whined, instinctively reaching down to cover his exposed stomach, but George only pushed his hands away and began gently trailing his nails up and down the sensitive area. Dream gasped, whining as he broke into helpless laughter. “Nahahaha, whyhyhyhy!”

“What do you mean why, idiot, it’s my birthday!” George replied, and Dream could only roll his eyes and groan at the response. He scratched his nails a little harder, his movements more firm and deliberate, smirking when Dream’s entire body fought against the urge to squirm away. His knees curled up, ankles crossed, toes tapping against the bed in an attempt to expel any excess energy. “I like how hard you’re trying.”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!” Dream argued, covering his face with his hands as his bright red blush darkened, always shy about his tummy tickles. George’s fingers migrated downwards, scratching at the spots on either side of his belly button, and just as George had hoped, his laughter turned to high pitched, breathy giggles, his entire body squirming against his own will. “Oh gohohohohod– noho, nonono, nohohoho!“ He cried out, shaking his head wildly through his broken laughter, one hand over his face to keep himself hidden while the other grabbed at the pillow behind his head. George’s face softened, and he watched Dream’s reactions with a fond pout on his lips, completely enamored by the sight in front of him.

“This is really cute,” He commented, feeling Dream’s tummy flutter beneath his fingers, which only made him want to continue for even longer.

“I’m dyhyihihihing!” He replied, but he only melted further into the tickles, pressing the back of his knuckles to his lips to muffle some of his humiliatingly squeaky giggles.

George seemingly disagreed with this action, obviously wanting to hear any and every sound he was pulling from the poor boy, moving his fingers down to tickle the spot just below Dream’s belly button, above the waistband of his boxers that were peeking out from the top of his shorts– a spot he knew was so simple yet made Dream feel absolutely fucking insane.

“FUCK–“ Dream yelped breathlessly, a sad whimper following it as his entire body jerked away from the unbearable touch. He sucked in his tummy again, back arched so hard it looked almost painful, slamming his hands against the bed and gripping the sheets tight underneath him. “Oh myhyhy gohohohohod–!” He whined, voice high pitched and strained, jaw slack as he tried to keep even a shred of his composure. “Fuhuhuck– fuck, fuck, nohoho, oh my GOHOHOD– plehehease– pleasepleaseplease, AH– oh myhy gohohohod–“ Dream babbled to himself, feeling like his brain had short circuited, that his body was nothing more than jelly, that he could float away into space at any moment and he wouldn’t even be able to tell because all he could focus on was the indescribable tickling sensation inside his tummy.

After a few long, agonizing moments of that same maddening sensation, and squeezing the blankets so hard his hands shook and his knuckles turned white, Dream just couldn’t take it anymore. He tried as hard as he could to just let George have his fun, but eventually, his hands shot out to grab for George’s, uselessly grappling for his wrists to push him away. However, he couldn’t exactly focus on what he was doing all that well, and George simply swatted his hands away each time he tried, occasionally grabbing his wrists to press them into the bed before continuing, buying himself a split second of time before he had to do it again.

“C’mohohohohon, plehehease!” Dream begged, finally grabbing George’s hand between his fingers and pulling him away for barely half a second, granting himself the tiniest bit of relief before George grabbed his hand and held it down against the bed, lacing their fingers together and pressing his palm down so he couldn’t pull it back. Then, George used his other hand to continue the tickling, being sure to stay to the side of his pinned hand so it would be even harder to stop him. “NOHOHO–! Geohohohorge!” He tried, hoping that maybe if he got George’s attention somehow he would give him a break, but this time he wasn’t so lucky.

“Yes, princess?” He replied condescendingly, and Dream shook his head, clearly flustered beyond his own belief.

“Whahaha–?!” Dream asked in confusion, furrowing his eyebrows and throwing his free hand over his face, pulling at his trapped hand helplessly. “Whahahat the hehell is wrohohong with yohohohou?!” He continued, making George giggle, sounding more evil than ever before, as he twisted and turned against the bed.

He turned over as much as he could, forcing himself onto his side and making the position even more difficult to escape– which he didn’t realize until it was too late. Unfortunately for him, it ended with his pinned arm at a much too awkward angle for him to get out of, and his other arm was now pinned underneath his own weight with very limited reach.

“Fuhuck, nohohoho!” He whined, realizing how compromising of a position he had put himself in, trying to wiggle either of his arms free from their trapped positions to no avail. George giggled again, amused by his struggle, letting his hand drag over Dream’s side to his back and up under his shirt, scratching at the spot just below his shoulder blades and making him push away even more, twisting even further. “Wahahahait! Ihihi–“

“Oh, wait, that’s actually perfect, stay there!” George teased, as if he had a choice in the matter, and shifted so his knee pressed into the back of Dream’s thighs, which made it so that he couldn’t turn back again without George being in the way.

He was screwed.

“AH– nahahaha!”

“Awww, you got yourself into some trouble there, didn’t you, sweetheart?” He teased, sliding his wiggling fingers along Dream’s back, tickling up and down the sides of his spine and making him whine through his laughter. All he was able to do after that was shove his face into his own elbow or the pillow below him, and laugh until George felt like he’d laughed enough. He thought the torture would never end.

Until George let his hand go in favor of using both hands to tickle him again.

One hand scratching at his lower back, and the other back to below his belly button.

Now he was screwed.

“NOHO–!” He cried out, hearing his own frantic scream bounce off the walls of George’s bedroom, slapping one hand over his mouth, the other immediately shooting down to blindly grab for George’s hands, desperate to stop at least one of them. “NAHA– GEORGE PLEHEHE– AHAHA–“ He tried to speak through his laughter, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut, his breathing heavy and labored as he tried his hardest to pull himself together. No matter what he did, where he moved, what direction he squirmed in, he couldn’t escape the tickling, and he knew almost instantly that that fact wasn’t something he could deal with in that moment. “OKAHAHAY, okahahahay, gohohod– STOHOHOP, Geohohohorge, stopstopstohohohop, I cahaha– AH– MINECRAHAFT, mihihinecrahahahaft, I cahahahahan’t–!” He yelled desperately, and George pulled his hands back instantly, somewhat caught off guard by Dream using his safeword so suddenly.

George pulled his knee back so he could guide Dream to lay down flat again, one hand on his thigh and the other holding his hip gently as he turned him. Dream was still letting out his leftover giggles, pliant under George’s soothing touches, only flinching for a brief second when George’s knuckles touched his skin when he went to pull his shirt back down. George rested his hand on Dream’s tummy, softly rubbing away the ghost tickles with his thumb, and after a moment of silence, George let out an amused laugh.

“Wow,” He whispered in disbelief, and Dream heard Sapnap laugh as well, making him throw his arms over his face in embarrassment. “Holy shit, Dream.”

“Stop!” He whined. already flustered enough by his own reactions. “Shut up, shut up.”

“No, no, it's okay! Dream, it’s okay,” George soothed, giggling when Dream continued to groan, pulling the pillow out from behind his head and hiding in it. “No, no, c’mon, wait,” George coaxed him back out, pulling it away gently, watching as he held the pillow to his chest and revealed his blushing face, his eyes half shut and clearly exhausted. He ran his fingers through Dream’s hair, smiling when he hummed sweetly and let his eyes close the rest of the way. “You alright?”

“Mhmmm…” He confirmed, nodding slowly. George let his hand trail down to cup his cheek, then pulled away.

“Good. My water is on the table next to you if you want it, but you can just relax now if you’re sure you wanna be done,” He explained, and Dream nodded again in understanding, taking a second to get himself comfortable again, putting the pillow back behind his head and keeping his arm around it. “In the meantime, though…”

George turned his attention back over to Sapnap, watching the other boy’s eyes immediately widen when they locked onto his. He wasted no time, gently placed his hands on Sapnap’s sides, squeezing over his hoodie to start off, not wanting to torture him too horribly with the switch up– not yet, at least.

“Oh, c’mohohohon–“ Sapnap whined, writhing under George’s hands and using all the mental energy he could muster not to just grab George’s hands to stop him. “Reheheallyhyhy?!”

“Yes really, idiot, did you think I forgot?” George asked, moving to claw at his tummy and making him shake his head at the feeling.

“Nohoho! Buhuhut–“ Sapnap tried to explain, but George cut him off by mimicking his words in a silly, mocking voice that made him press his lips together and scrunch up his face. “Yohou’re sohohoho dumb!”

“This isn’t even that bad,” George teased, but this time they both knew he was actually right. Sapnap rolled his eyes, though it was much less hurtful when his smile was so wide and adoring. “You’re being a baby.”

“It’s nohot, buhuhut– but yohou have nohoho idehehea how–“ Sapnap cut himself off with a sharp inhale when George’s fingers curled a little too close to his back, flinching away from the hand that caused it and pushing himself right into the opposite hand instead. He took a second to contain himself before continuing, voice strained as he tried to speak over any giggles that were begging to escape. “–how hard I’m fightihihing nohohot to juhust flihihip thihis on you and– ahand rock yohour shihihit right nohohohow–“ Sapnap finished, and the onslaught of laughter took over again the second he stopped trying to form words, which only made his blush darken and the threat of his words fall so flat it was embarrassing.

It was adorable, really.

“Oh, yeah?” George asked, incredulous, as he let his fingers trail up to Sapnap’s ribs, just barely touching his bottom rib before Sapnap’s arms were clamped to his sides and his laughter grew even more frantic.

“Yehehehes, yohohou freheheak!”

“Hm… then maybe I should try a little harder to make sure that doesn’t happen,” He said with no room for argument, as he wormed his fingers under Sapnap’s arms to get further up his ribs. He didn’t get very far, only reaching just past where his elbows were squeezed tight to his sides. “Move your arms.”

“Nohohoho!” Sapnap protested, whining defiantly, only clamping his arms down harder.

“Sapnap,” George warned, pushing on his elbows, only for them to snap right back down. “Sapnap!”

“Noho!” He yelled, kicking his legs behind George, his knee hitting George’s back when he did, especially when George sat up on his knees and leaned forward to gain more leverage. George fought back, grabbing Sapnap’s wrists and throwing his arms out to the sides. As expected, they immediately shot back. “NO, fuck off!”

“You have to let me!”

“In your fucking dreams!” He argued, and George grabbed his wrists again, pinning them next to his head and then shooting his hands down to squeeze his ribs. He got further that time, earning a shriek and exaggerated jump from Sapnap, but his hands were knocked away by his elbows once again. “NOHOHO!”

“SAPNAP, STOP!” George yelled dramatically, shoving his hands as far under Sapnap’s arms as he could, but still, he didn’t get any further than he already had. “IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!”

“I DON’T CARE!” Sapnap bit back, and George shot his hands down to squeeze at the muscle between his hips and thighs, making him scream out and slap his hands away.

“NO, YOU FUCKER–” He cursed, managing to whack George away before any real damage could be done, though he would be lying if he said his heart didn’t drop ten stories at the attempt alone. He hadn’t realized how far he’d sat up during the fight, until George’s hands were on his shoulders, shoving him flat against the bed again and holding him there, catching him off guard for just long enough to land his hands on his ribs. Sapnap pressed his arms down tight again, half crossing his arms and holding his palms tight to his ribs on either side. “Gehehet the fuck ohoff!”

“Sapnap, it’s literally my birthday! You have to do what I say!”

“I don’t give a fuck about your stupid birthday, bitch! Get away from me– NO!” Sapnap screamed when he felt George grab onto his elbow, abruptly shoving his arms forward where they were crossed over his torso. “NO, DON’T–“

Fortunately for George, and unfortunately for Sapnap, it actually worked.

After merely a few seconds, Sapnap was trapped, his arms crossed and pinned to his chest with George’s hand firmly holding his elbow to keep them in place. He tried to squirm, to scream and fight, to yank his arms out of his grip, but nothing seemed to help. He was stuck in that position, his entire torso open and vulnerable, and to make matters worse, it blocked his view just enough that he could still see George’s stupid, smug face, but not a single move his hands made.

Then George’s fingers were digging in under his arm.

“NOHOHO– GEOHOHOHORGE!” He cried, kicking his legs behind George, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut. “THIHIHIHIS IHISN’T FAHAHAHAIR!”

“Oh, it’s not fair, huh?” George teased, chuckling when Sapnap shook his head in protest, switching to dig into his other armpit as he continued, a new wave of squirming hitting Sapnap instantly. “Aww, well, that’s just too bad, isn’t it?”

“NAHAHAHA–!” Sapnap whined, lost in laughter, feeling his knee hit George’s back for maybe the hundredth time that day.

“Oh– would you–“ George stammered, whipping his head around to look at Sapnap’s kicking legs as they hit him yet again, scoffing in frustration and clearly distracted by the movements. He let go of Sapnap’s arms to grab one of his legs instead, locking his arm around his calf and squeezing up and down the back of his thigh.

“NONONO– NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!” Sapnap pulled desperately at his leg, trying to yank it away from George as quickly as possible, shaking his head and curling into himself until he was nearly upright again.

“Stop hitting me, then!”

“I WIHIHILL, I WILL, I’M SOHOHORRYHYHY!” Sapnap’s pleading voice must’ve been enough to convince him, because George dropped his leg a moment later, giving him a second to catch his own breath. He smiled along with him when he fell back onto the bed, collapsing against the sheets and going completely limp, chest heaving from his heavy panting.

Then, George reached forward, using just his pointer fingers to poke sporadically around Sapnap’s collarbones, making sure to worm his fingers beneath the collar of his hoodie as often as possible to poke at his bare skin.

“Ah–! Nahahaha, whyhyhyhy!” Sapnap squealed, flinching away from the touch, shaking his head and trying to bat George’s hands away, his giggles high pitched and soft. He couldn’t muster up the energy to properly shoo George away, so he was doomed to suffer the simple yet maddening pokes for what felt like hours. “Geohohorge, plehehehease!”

“Hmm… please what?”

“Dohohon’t!” Sapnap curled his shoulders in, his own arms wrapped around himself when he finally realized trying to push George away was a lost cause.

“Huh? What’s up?”

“Stahahahap–!” His hands moved up, holding tight onto himself, now gripping his own shoulders as the pokes continued.

“Oh, don’t stop? Well, I wasn’t going to, but when you ask nicely like that…”

“Nahahaha!” Sapnap protested, letting out a loud squeal when one poke right in the middle of the spot under the bone happened to tickle significantly more than the others, and he turned slightly to the side to block himself off, the same mistake Dream had made earlier.

“Wait, yes, I can get you back here too!” George announced triumphantly, pressing down on Sapnap’s shoulder to keep him awkwardly turned over, his arms now half pinned under him where they were still crossed over his chest and holding onto his shoulders.

“Nononono, wahahait– AH!” He squealed again when George began scratching between his shoulder blades, pushing the hood of his sweatshirt out of the way so he could crawl his fingers up to the nape of his neck. Sapnap’s entire body jumped at the new feeling, his back arching and his shoulders rolling back as he pushed himself away from George’s fingers. “Plehehehease!” He pleaded, his voice high pitched and giddy, and George could see the blush on his face darken with every second. He knew spots like that always embarrassed Sapnap more than some others– that made him shy, made his laughter turn into childish giggles and small little squeaks, spots that made it impossible to stop squirming and wiggling in poor attempts to escape.

“I like when you get like this,” George decided to tell him, giggling fondly when Sapnap shook his head and hid his face between the pillows. “It’s really cute,” He pushed, and Sapnap whined and shook his head harder, turning further away and kicking out, careful not to aim anywhere near George this time.

“I hahahate yohohohou!” Sapnap cried, and he finally managed to pull one of his arms free from underneath him, but to his dismay, even when he threw it back and curled it behind him, puffing his chest out as much as he could, he still couldn’t reach George’s hand. Instead, George simply laughed at the attempt, and moved his own hand from Sapnap’s shoulder to his wrist, pinning his arm against his back and once again rendering him completely helpless. “NOHOHOHO– yohohohou’re suhuch a DIHIHICK–“ He said, twisting his wrist any way he could, but he couldn’t pull it back at the awkward angle.

“You know the rules, Sapnap. You tried to stop me and I couldn’t let that happen,” George explained, pulling Sapnap’s hood down so he could scratch gently over the back of his neck, making him curl in on himself even more and let out another undignified squeal.

“NAHAHAHA– plehehehease!” He begged, voice muffled by the pillows he was buried between, and George knew without even seeing him that his face was scrunched up and his eyes were squeezed shut. He could tell from the pitch of his giggles and squeals alone, very familiar with Sapnap’s tells when he tickled him. “Ihihi cohouldn’t even reheheheach yohohohou!”

“Don’t care. Doesn’t matter. You’re still an idiot.”

“Fuhuhuck yohohou!” Sapnap bit back, finally able to yank his arm free, now bringing it up to cup the back of his neck, interrupting George’s tickling.

“Oh, really? You wanna be like that, do you, angel?” George tested, weaponizing the name he knew always made Sapnap’s heart flutter, his palms resting on Sapnap’s back menacingly, giving no hints about his next move.

“I-I… n-nohoho, I–“ Sapnap mumbled shyly, turning his head out of his hiding spot so he could be heard clearly.

“My kitten doesn’t want to behave?”

“Nohoho! I’m sohorryhyhy, I’m sorry, yohohou– you can gohoho!” He backtracked quickly, squirming nervously, pushing himself up onto his elbows in an attempt to see what George was doing.

“Yeah, I think I will,” George confirmed, and then he suddenly shoved his fingers under Sapnap’s arms, digging his wiggling fingers in with no mercy. Sapnap instantly let out a loud scream, arms immediately giving out as he fell face down back onto the bed, immediately clamping his elbows to his sides again, but it was no use after George had already wormed his way in. All it did for him that time was hold George’s hands in place, only making the tickling feel more intense.

“NOHOHOHOHO, AHAHAHAHA–!” He cried, losing himself in desperate laughter, and George took the opportunity to swing his leg over Sapnap’s hips and straddle him, making sure he definitely couldn’t escape him that time. “GEOHOHOHORGE, PLEHEHEHEASE, NOHOHOT THIHIHIHIS!”

“I don’t think you really get to choose, sweetheart,” He teased, using his thumbs to press into his shoulder blades at the same time, earning another loud squeal and wave of shrill laughter. He pushed away as much as he can, back to shoving his face in the pillows and kicking his legs behind George, already having knocked off the throw blanket George kept at the end of his bed with his incessant squirming.

“IHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T– GEOHOHORGE, FUHUHUCK, I CAHAHAN’T TAHAHA– I CAN’T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT, PLEHEASE!”

“If you’re still talking you can still take it,” George said, unsympathetic, shoving his hands further into his underarms and catching the top of Sapnap’s ribs in the process.

“AH, FUHUHUCK– MIHIHINECRAHAHAFT, OKAHAHAY?!” He screamed out in agony, collapsing against the bed and breathing heavily the second George pulled his hands out. “Jehehehe– Jehehesus fuhucking Chrihihihist…”

George giggled at his words, rubbing his palms up and down Sapnap’s arms to soothe him, occasionally sliding them up to squeeze Sapnap’s shoulders firmly, helping him relax them and get rid of the tension he held there from everything.

“Everything okay?” George asked, using one hand to run through the back of Sapnap’s hair, scratching at his head and giggling as it made him melt almost instantly.

“Yehehes, I’m– I’m good,” He said with a long exhale, letting out the last of his leftover giggles.

“Good. Sit up,” George instructed as he pushed himself off him, reaching over where Dream was still comfortably resting to grab his water from the nightstand, holding it out for Sapnap to take a sip of. “Drink, idiot.”

“Your gross mouth has probably been on this thing,” Sapnap grumbled, a flustered frown still sitting on his face, but he gratefully drank the water anyway, clearing his throat and coughing when George put it back on the nightstand. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” George replied, smiling and cupping Sapnap’s face gently, rubbing his thumb over his flushed cheekbone.

Then, Sapnap swung his arm around George’s waist, throwing him down onto the bed with more force than even he anticipated, earning a yelp from George as he crashed against the mattress.

“SAPNAP!” Sapnap giggled, shoving himself against George, effectively manhandling him until he ended with his arms wrapped around George’s waist and his chest against George’s back, nuzzling into his shoulder from behind and squeezing him so tight he could’ve crushed him. “GET OFF ME!”

“No,” Sapnap replied, still giggling, only squeezing George tighter when he squirmed in his arms and kicked his legs.

“Ow!” George protested, shoving at Sapnap’s arms, though it didn’t really do much for him.

“C’mere, Dream,” Sapnap said, and Dream smiled and shuffled towards them, throwing one leg over both of George’s and one arm over both of their torsos.

“No, gross, get away from me,” George whined, with much less conviction now, keeping up the front regardless.

“You love us,” Dream said, voice slightly raspy from tiredness, speaking closer to George’s ear than he expected and making him flinch and giggle at the feeling.

“George, you know we could just, like, destroy you right now, right?” Sapnap asked, resting a hand flat on George’s ribs, making him squirm all over again, more frantic than before.

“No! No, no, absolutely not!” He protested, pushing at Sapnap’s arms and Dream’s chest and kicking as much as he could with Dream’s leg on top of his, but Dream simply grabbed his wrists and crossed them over each other, holding them both in one hand easily, his other hand migrating to George’s tummy. “NO, don’t! Don’t, don’t, you can’t, YOU CAN’T–“ He yelled, feeling Dream’s fingertips touch his skin where his shirt had been pushed up barely a few inches from the roughhousing, skittering over his sides and lower tummy. At the same time, Sapnap’s fingers sprung to life, pressing ever so slightly into the bones of his ribcage and making him wriggle around even more. “STOP! NO, STOP– it’s my birthday, it’s literally my birthday, you can’t do that! Those are the rules!” George protested, words rushed and fast and desperate, whimpering in relief when they both laughed and stopped their antics, returning to just squeezing him until he could barely breathe.

“Relax, you’re so dramatic,” Dream replied, and George stuttered over a reply, but ultimately decided he would rather not push his luck and simply rolled his eyes and scoffed instead. The room was silent for a while, before Dream eventually spoke again.

“What time is it?” He asked, and Sapnap reached into the pocket of his shorts to pull his phone out.

“5:37,” He answered, and Dream hummed in response.

“We can get up at, like… 6 to go to dinner?”

“Works with me,” George replied, letting his eyes close as he sighed contentedly when Sapnap pulled him close again. Dream hummed again, a smile audible on his face, and he squeezed in closer to the other two as well, pressing a kiss to the top of George’s head before letting his eyes close as well, happy that they still had time to relax together before going out.

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hey….. it’s been a while…

no but seriously it has been a while and i did Nottt mean for that to happen lmao. it really just happened on its own, work has been kicking my ass lately and it’s been hard to get into the right groove for writing with all that. but!! ideally (if all goes well) i’ll be able to become a little bit more consistent in the near future, so be on the lookout for that 😎

but, as for THIS fic, this is actually… dream’s birthday fic… only a month and a half late :D

but. i won’t let that stop me. this is the 2nd of 3 parts to this new birthday series, part 1 for sapnap’s birthday can be found here. this is also combined with an idea that is YEARS old, originally spoken about in a post linked here, this is just an ask i answered that explains the concept a little more :D

without further ado… enjoy dreamie’s birthday fic <3

lee!george, lee!sapnap, ler!dream, 5.2k words

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“Oh, good,” Dream said with a smile as he stepped into Sapnap’s bedroom, seeing both him and George sitting on the bed– attached at the hip, just like he’d hoped. “You’re both in here.”

They both looked up at him from where they sat, Sapnap cross-legged and hunched over George, who was leaning back on one elbow to look down at Sapnap’s phone with him, his legs hanging off the edge of the bed. They looked relaxed, comfortable in each other’s presence, and it almost made Dream feel bad for what he was about to do to them.

Almost.

“What’s up?” Sapnap muttered, leaning over George to put his phone on his nightstand. They both waited in silence for Dream to continue as he made his way over to the bed, flopping down onto his stomach– shaking the bed in the process, which made the other two giggle– and propping himself up on his elbows to maintain eye contact.

“Remember what we did on Sapnap’s birthday earlier this year?” Dream asked, biting his lip through a smile and raising his eyebrows at them as he waited for them to think of what he meant. His legs swayed in the air behind him as a few seconds passed, his eyes flicking between the two of them, and he saw a wave of realization wash over both of their faces, nearly at the exact same moment. He watched as a smug smile formed on Sapnap’s face at the memory, and George scoffed, looking down at the Houston Rockets throw blanket beneath him and fiddling with the corner of it bashfully.

“Oh, I remember,” Sapnap said, and he and Dream both chuckled, though not for the same reason. “I’m sure George does too, don’t you?” Sapnap teased, reaching up to pinch George’s slightly pink-tinted cheek.

“Shut up,” He grumbled, smacking Sapnap’s hand away and looking over at Dream. “Why do you ask?”

“Well,” Dream started, his smile widening. “You know what day it is,” He finalized, smiling when George’s eyes widened immediately, looking over to Sapnap as he furrowed his eyebrows, thinking, then seemed to get it as well.

August 11th.

“Oh,” Sapnap said, brows raised again, blinking slowly at Dream, who was still staring at both of them.

“Oh,” Dream teased, mimicking Sapnap’s anxious tone, wildly entertained by the change of atmosphere in the room. “So, same rules? I’m thinking same rules,” Dream continued, not wasting any more time with his introduction. He moved to kneel in front of them, clearly ready to start as soon as possible.

“No– no, Dream just- just wait…” Sapnap protested, curling in on himself just slightly, holding his hand up to keep Dream away from him, even though he hadn’t made any further movements. He pulled his legs up to reinforce the barrier between both of them, but Dream only took it as an invitation to rest his hands on Sapnap’s knees, swaying his legs from side to side and making Sapnap chuckle at him.

“Wait for what?” He asked, his smirk growing as he shuffled forward on his knees. “If we’re doing this right, there’s no waiting.”

“I know, but–“ Sapnap began, but he was cut off by a yelp when Dream shoved him back with a hand on his chest, letting him fall flat against the bed and bounce a few times. “HEY–!” Before he could regain control, Dream had pushed one of his knees down flat and straddled his leg that was near the middle of the bed, closer to George, letting his other leg stay unbothered next to him. “DREAM!” Sapnap protested, smacking Dream’s hand off his chest and propping his free leg up again as he adjusted the hems of his hoodie and his shorts shyly. “You– you’re–“ He let out a scoff, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting, and Dream could only smile at him, resting his hand back on Sapnap’s propped up knee. “You’re such an idiot.”

“I know.” He turned his attention to George, who had been watching the whole time, perfectly still, hoping he could go unnoticed for as long as possible. “Your turn, pretty boy,” He said with a smirk. George’s eyes widened as he looked up, then looked away after barely a second of eye contact with Dream, biting his lip anxiously as he held back a nervous smile. “C’mon, George, it’s okay,” Dream coaxed, keeping his voice soft, approaching George as if he was a scared animal. He reached his arm out, motioning for George to move closer, earning him a nervous glance and a soft sigh from the older man. “Come on. You know you want to,” He teased, his smirk turning to a wide, fond smile when George scoffed and rolled his eyes at the claim. He chuckled, motioning once more with his hand, and George finally began slowly inching closer to the correct position. He groaned exasperatedly as he did so, spending the whole time acting as if he was practically dying, before swinging his legs up onto the bed and crossing his arms over his chest.

“…This is dumb,” He said quietly, looking over at Dream through his eyelashes, pouting like a little kid in hopes that Dream would just let it go.

“And?” Dream said, pulling George’s legs closer so he could mirror the position he had with Sapnap, throwing his leg over one of George’s to straddle both of his friends. George scoffed again, running his fingers through his hair, clearly stalling, and Dream couldn’t help but smile as he shoved at George’s shoulder and made him fall back with a groan. “Look, it’s fair, right? Sapnap got his turn, you’ll get yours, so I should get my turn too. I like to play with my toys, it’s only fair I get to on my birthday,”

“Oh my god,” Sapnap groaned, throwing his head back and laughing at the ridiculous words, making Dream laugh as well. “You’re so stupid, Jesus Christ.”

“Okay, whatever, shut up,” Dream said through his laughter, taking a moment to contain himself. “Anyway, same rules as last time, you just have to let me do whatever I want and you’re not allowed to stop me– obviously there’s a safe word, we can just use ‘Minecraft’ again if that’s okay with you guys,” Dream explained casually, noticing how red both of their faces had become as he waited for two nods to confirm what he was saying. “Okay, good. But before we start, I actually had an idea I wanna test out,” Dream said, and suddenly two sets of wide, nervous eyes were on him.

“…An idea?” Sapnap finally said, breaking the short silence as he swayed his knee back and forth where it sat up next to Dream.

“Yeah,” Dream said with a smile. “I was thinking about how I wanted to go about this, y'know? Like what stuff I wanted to do, and I realized, both of you have very specific, like… techniques and spots that work best for you– and so do I, don’t get me wrong, but I was just thinking about how different stuff works best for different people, right?” Dream explained. “So… I want to know what’ll happen if I switch that stuff up and try whatever works for one of you on the other,” Dream said with a smile, giggling softly when he felt George shift underneath him at the thought. “Oh, someone likes that idea, huh?”

“Shut up!” George whined, throwing his arms over his face and practically sinking into the sheets in embarrassment. “I don’t even know what that means.”

“Well, you’re about to find out, aren’t you?” He replied, and George groaned again, before letting out a sudden squeal when he felt big, familiar hands rest on his waist– not moving, but definitely preparing to. He flung his arms down, instinctively going to grab at Dream’s wrists, before stopping himself as he remembered the rules he so unfortunately agreed to.

“Don’t,” He mumbled, squeezing his fingers into fists and tensing his shoulders, awaiting an attack.

“You know I’m going to,” Dream said through a check-splitting smile, his tone soft and gentle. He couldn’t hide how enamored he was if he tried.

Then, suddenly, there were fingers scratching lightly under George’s arms, making him yelp and clamp his arms down as much as he could.

“AH– nohohoho, WHAHAT?!” George squeaked out, shaking his fists and squirming, trying to throw Dream’s hands away to no avail. “WHYHYHY would yohou stahahart THERE?!” He complained, eyebrows furrowing as he was immediately lost in helpless giggles.

“Because I know it works,” Dream replied, voice dripping with confidence, and George rolled his eyes even through his laughter. Without thinking, he attempted to raise his arms enough to grab onto Dream’s wrists, but it only allowed Dream to have better access to the spot, so he clamped his arms down very soon after.

“Oh myhyhy gohohohod!” George whined, instinctively resting his hands on Dream’s forearms where they happened to be in his reach, throwing his head back as his cheeks turned more pink. Dream couldn’t help but coo at him, unable to shake his wide smile as he watched George’s reactions to the light tickles.

He let his hands trail downwards, fingers curling around George’s sides as they moved, as if his hands were molded to hold onto George’s waist and never let go. He slipped his hands under George’s t-shirt, scratching unbearably lightly at the dip of his waist, making George gasp before falling into high pitched laughter.

“Nahahaha! Dreheheam, cohome ohohon!” He whined through his giggles, attempting to clamp his mouth shut to keep himself contained. His attempt was successful for barely a few seconds, before he broke into squeaky laughter, growing louder and more raspy with each passing moment. George groaned, squirming more and more as his reactions progressed, switching between holding onto Dream’s arms and throwing his hands over his face. “Okahahahay!” George pleaded, voice cracking in the middle and falling on deaf ears as Dream only giggled at him, scratching with two fingers instead of one. “Oh-KAHAHAY!” He raised his voice a little, trying to catch his breath, growing light headed from the sensation. Dream did listen that time, still laughing along with him as he held George’s waist again, squeezing soothingly as he let George catch his breath. “Jesuhus…”

”Sorry,” Dream apologized, though they all knew he didn’t really mean it. “I know that spot really drives you crazy. I just really wanted to do that.”

“Whatever,” George said with a scoff, crossing his arms over his chest and looking off to the side to avoid eye contact with either of the other two men.

Dream smiled at him, and then immediately jumped his hands over to latch onto Sapnap’s ribs, digging his fingers in harshly and vibrating them against his highest ribs with no warning whatsoever.

“OH, FUCK–“ Sapnap yelled out, clearly caught off guard and in shock from the sudden attack. He grabbed onto Dream’s wrists on instinct, before a sudden wave of hysterical laughter took over when his brain finally processed what was happening. “DREHEHEAM?!”

“What’s up?” Dream asked calmly, still smirking, while Sapnap squirmed wildly underneath his hands, kicking his free leg out against the bed in a useless attempt to expel some of the excess energy coursing through his veins.

“FUHUHUCK OHOHOFF!” Sapnap complained, bright red both from embarrassment and how hard he was laughing, taking in sharp breaths between his screams wherever he could. Dream simply continued on, eventually moving his cruel fingers under his arms instead, scratching and digging in, even when Sapnap clamped his arms down and arched his back, shaking his head wildly. “NOHOHO– DREHEHE–“ He tried a few more times to form words, attempting to throw insults and pleads at his assailant in hopes of reaching peace somehow, but nothing seemed to work. He let out a few whimpers and groans where he could, trying to convey his frustration without having to use words, and he knew that at least that was working, judging by Dream’s stupid, smug laughter he kept hearing in response. Eventually, just when he thought he couldn’t take any more, he heard Dream gasp softly, and the fingers torturing his underarms came to a merciful halt.

“Oh, wait! I wanna try something, hold on, hold on,” Dream said excitedly, and Sapnap closed his eyes and whined as he gratefully caught his breath, already exhausted from just the beginning of what he was sure would be a very long afternoon. “Relax, it’s okay, it might not even do anything, I just wanna see if this works on you like it does on George,” He explained, making George furrow his eyebrows and whip his head back around.

”What?!” George exclaimed, watching Dream guide one of Sapnap’s arms to rest outwards next to his head, and it hit him in seconds what Dream had planned. “Oh my god,” He groaned, throwing his hands over his blushing face.

”Oh, would you calm down, I’m not even doing it to you,” Dream teased, lacing his fingers with Sapnap’s to comfort him before trailing his fingers gently over his exposed tricep. He watched a smile form on Sapnap’s face, feeling his arm tense and jump a few times, but seeing no further reaction. “What does that feel like?”

”Ihit’s kinda nice actually,” Sapnap mumbled, making George scoff and curl in on himself even more, clearly flustered by the situation. “It doesn’t really feel lihike much thohough. It’s not that bahad…”

“Yeah, that’s kinda what I expected. Glad we know George is just extra ticklish here,” Dream teased again, earning a chuckle and a hum in agreement from Sapnap. Dream squeezed his hand gently, then pulled both his hands back and let Sapnap reposition himself how he wanted.

“Whatever, shut up, idiots,” George muttered, combing his fingers through his hair nervously. Just then, Dream switched back to him, gently slipping his hand under George’s shirt and swirling his fingertips in flowing circles over George’s ribs and tummy. “Oh myhy goooohohohoood…” George whined, curling his arms over his face now, fully hiding himself away in embarrassment. Dream let his fingers focus on George’s stomach, scratching over the sides, the lower portion, and swirling in circles around his belly button, making him squeal and tense up, before falling into more helpless giggles when Dream caught the edges in passing.

“You’re so cute,” Dream said quietly, unable to keep the thought inside his head any longer, and he felt Geogre’s tummy flutter under his finger as soon as he said it, as if the butterflies inside were trying to find their way out. “Oh, you liked that, huh, Georgie?”

”Shuhuhut uhuhup!” He complained, voice muffled behind his arms that flinched with the urge to come down, but he managed to control himself in favor of hiding his flushed face instead. Dream pulled his hands from under George’s shirt, keeping up the movements over the thin fabric for a few moments before trailing upwards. He gently guided George’s arms away from his face, ignoring his groans and whimpers as he did so, and then he traced his fingers lightly over George’s half-covered collarbones. George let out a squeal at the new feeling, one embarrassing enough to make him bite his bottom lip to quiet himself, but Dream moved on quickly. Instead, he trailed his nails over the sides of George’s neck, then traced along the underside of his jaw with his pointer fingers.

“This is a really good Sapnap spot, he loves it so much but it kills him,” Dream stated, earning a scoff from Sapnap and a hum from George, who’s entire body had relaxed with the new feeling, making Dream smile again as he continued. “This flusters you just as much as George’s triceps, right, Sap?” Dream asked, looking over to Sapnap, who squirmed under the attention and bit his lip as he fought between watching Dream’s fingers and looking away completely.

”I… choose not to comment on that,” He responded, pouting slightly as Dream kept looking at him, long enough to make him need to fully hide his face to get away from his knowing look. “Shut up! Stop– stop staring, you freak, get away from me,” He complained, and Dream giggled at his reaction before turning his attention back to George.

”He just kinda melts into it like a cat though, he loves it,” Dream punctuated his words by running his own fingers through George’s hair instead, pulling his hands back and letting George come back into his own reality. He chuckled as he watched George blink his eyes open, clearly not even realizing they’d been closed in the first place. He groaned, rubbing at his eyes with the backs of his knuckles, draping one arm back over his face and breathing slowly.

“He’s kitten for a reason,” Sapnap teased, reaching over to pat George’s free hand and laughing when George yanked it away to flip him off in return.

Sapnap’s victory was short lived, however, as Dream jumped back over to latch onto his hip bones, wrapping his hands around them and squeezing at the spot just above the bones like his life depended on it.

”WHAHAHA–“ Sapnap yelped, squirming as much as he could with Dream still sitting on top of his leg, caught off guard once again. “YOHOU CAHAHAN’T KEEP DOIHIHIHING THAHAHAHAT!”

“I think I can do whatever I want, actually,” Dream teased, and Sapnap shook his head as his laughter grew louder and more frantic the longer Dream continued. “Per the rules of the game that you made up, my baby boy.”

”Shuhuhut UHUHUHUP!” Sapnap whined, letting out another yell when Dream’s hands ventured down to the spot between his hips and thighs– a spot he knew both him and George were extremely familiar with. “NAHAHA– GEHEHET OHOHOFF!” Sapnap yelled, reaching down to grab at Dream’s hands, but he was brushed off faster than he could comprehend what was going on, let alone think clearly enough to try again. Instead, he bucked his hips as much as possible, grabbing at the soft blanket underneath them and twisting the fabric in his hands to ground himself.

“Oh, George hates this spot, like, so bad, he always acts like he’s gonna murder me when I get him here,” Dream explained, knowing Sapnap wasn’t listening to a word he was saying, but that it would still fluster George. George glanced over, seeing the spot Dream was focused on, a flustered smile forming on his face as he did so.

”I always want to,” He replied, and Dream chuckled, knowing he was being completely serious. “It’s fucking horrible.”

“YEHEHEHAH, I GEHEHEHET THAHAT NOHOHOW!” Sapnap replied, struggling to get any coherent thoughts through his brain, but still finding the energy to be snarky towards George. He sucked in a sharp inhale that sounded almost painful, and Dream took that as a sign to give him a break soon.

Not just yet, though.

“JESUS, FUHUHUCK, STOHOHOP!” Sapnap begged through his raspy, strained laughter, struggling under Dream’s body and hands, squirming desperately. “PLEHEHEHEASE–“ Sapnap’s broken pleading continued, and Dream decided to actually have some mercy on him, stopping the torture to press his palms into the area comfortingly, rubbing away the ghost tickles before they could form. Sapnap’s body immediately went limp, his breathing heavy as he got air back into his lungs, residual giggles making him shake as he pulled the pillow out from behind his head to hide his face in it.

“Awww,” Dream cooed, and George giggled at his reaction. “Is someone embarrassed?”

“Fuck off!” Sapnap scolded, voice muffled by the pillow, and the other two laughed at him again.

Dream gave him a few seconds to calm down, before he suddenly yanked his t-shirt up, then leaned down to blow a single raspberry right on his tummy. Sapnap squealed, his hands flying down to tangle his fingers in Dream’s loose curls, throwing the pillow away from his face in the process.

“NAHAHA–!” Sapnap shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut tight enough for tears to start forming in the corners from his laughter. Dream only smiled, blowing another raspberry, this time shaking his head slightly to make sure his beard scratched against Sapnap’s tummy to add to the feeling. “DREHEHEHAM,” He whined, the strength in his body nearly nonexistent by that point, as he squirmed his hips against the bed to try to shake off the sensation . Dream sat back up, tugging Sapnap’s shirt back down and resting his hand over his tummy to rub away the ghost tickles for him once again.

“You alright?” Dream asked sarcastically, earning a chuckle from George and an eye roll from Sapnap.

“Shut the fuck up,” Sapnap groaned, reaching back to adjust the pillow to be behind his head again.

Dream gave him a moment to get comfortable, before he continued onto the final stretch of his plan. He hummed, furrowing his brows as he considered his options, before deciding to switch back to George.

He reached over to George’s free leg, gently pulling it closer, resting it on top of his own leg and putting one hand on George’s shin to keep him in place.

“Stay here,” He said quietly, rubbing his thumb back and forth on George’s leg, and George let out a nervous sigh, a slight pout on his lips at the request. “Okay?” He added, and George nodded, looking off to the side, fidgeting with his fingers. Dream trailed his hand up, using his nails to scratch at George’s inner thigh, and the reaction he got was nearly instantaneous.

“Ohohoh, nohohoho!” He whined, feeling his stomach flutter and jump from the feeling, his leg shaking with his efforts to keep still. He threw his hands over his face again, throwing his head back against the bed and arching his back helplessly, his entire body tensing and jumping as Dream continued with the unbearable touches. “Fuhuhuck– Dreheham, I cahahahan’t–!”

“Shhh…” Dream soothed, moving his scratches up and down George’s thigh, relishing in the different squeals and jolts each area resulted in. He always knew George’s thighs were that sensitive, it had always been one of his favorite places to tickle– one of George’s as well, but he was enraptured by how the different technique and build up was getting to him.

“Noho– ah! Ahahaha, nahahaha!” George whimpered incoherently, straining under Dream’s weight that kept him stuck in place. His laughter was light and airy, carefree and breathy, which Dream knew meant it was just as shocking to him as it was to the other two how well the tickling was working. “Thihihis is soho STUHUPIHIHID!” He complained, raising his voice to try to gain some semblance of control back, but his attempt fell short when he only came across more whiny than ever before. “Stohohop!” He groaned when he heard the other two laugh at him, shaking his head and throwing one hand against the mattress below him, gripping the sheets, his other arm still hiding his face.

Dream slowed his hand down a little, keeping his touch light and slow, just to keep George giggling and squirming, but he turned his attention over to Sapnap. He reached over with his other hand to pull Sapnap’s leg closer too, mirroring the position he had George’s in, and Sapnap was already squirming and whining before he even finished adjusting him.

“I didn’t even do anything yet, Sap,” Dream said with a smile, before sliding his hand up and latching onto Sapnap’s thigh, squeezing up and down it, even pushing his shorts up slightly to have closer contact. Sapnap broke into loud laughter quickly after, struggling to find something to do with his hands as he squirmed, eventually deciding on grabbing the blankets and holding on for dear life.

“Thihihis SUHUHUCKS!” Sapnap complained, his breathing still heavy, exhausted from the constant onslaught of rough tickles he was being subjected to. He wasn’t as used to it as George was, and Dream knew he could only take so much at once– in his opinion, he was actually going pretty easy on him.

He’s not sure Sapnap would agree, but that's his opinion.

“You’re alright,” Dream said sarcastically, earning a head shake from Sapnap. He took his hand off George’s leg to be able to grab Sapnap’s, lifting his leg up in the air to be able to reach the back of his leg.

“NO!” Sapnap yelped, trying to yank his leg out of Dream’s hold, but the way Dream had him pinned was nearly impossible to squirm out of. Dream’s hand latched onto the back of his thigh, squeezing and scratching with no direction, and a new wave of hysterical laughter made its way out. “NOHOHOHO, STOHOHOP!”

“You know what to do if you want me to stop,” Dream said, and Sapnap immediately hid his face in his hands at the comment, knowing that Dream was not only right, but that it was only made more apparent when he still didn’t.

“SHUHUT UHUP!” He whined, his toes curling as he kicked out and tried to catch his breath. “PLEHEHEASE–!”

“Alright, alright, fine. You’re okay, just relax,” Dream soothed with a wide smile, stopping his hands and patting his thigh before dropping his leg back down onto the bed. He watched Sapnap gasp for air, rubbing his eyes and wiping away the small tears that had gathered in the corners of them, still keeping his blushing face hidden. He grabbed the pillow again, hugging it to his chest and whimpering when Dream giggled at him. “You’re such a baby.”

“You’re killing me.”

“Not even close,” Dream teased, letting Sapnap groan and complain as much as he wanted as he recovered from his torture. Dream shot his hands back over to George, squeezing the spot just above his knee and making him squeal, kicking out and reaching down to grab at Dream’s hand to try and pry his fingers away.

“AH– WHYHYHY?!” George yelled, genuinely caught off guard, and Dream stopped after a moment of squeezing to laugh as well.

“I dunno, I thought it’d be funny,” Dream said, lifting George’s leg up the same way he had done to Sapnap, though George’s reaction was a lot more intense than the other.

“NO!” He pleaded, sitting up as much as he could and kicking his leg away. “DREAM, don’t, please, DON’T!” Dream shoved at his chest, pushing him back down, but he propped himself up in his elbows and curled his leg up. “YOU CAN’T–!”

“Would you chill! I wasn’t even gonna get your thigh anymore!”

“I don’t believe you!” George yelled, practically shaking with nerves, expecting the worst to come in a matter of seconds.

“Well, duh, because now I have to!”

“WH–!” George yelped, and suddenly there was a big hand on the back of his thigh, and he was screaming before he even felt anything. “NOHOHO, PLEASE!”

“George!” Dream yelled, bursting into fond laughter, watching as George’s frantic breathing slowed down as he took in the situation. “All I did was put my hand here!”

“I– well– shut up! I had a reason to be scared!” He defended, crossing his arms over his chest and sulking in embarrassment, face flushed bright red for a whole new reason.

“All I wanted to do was test out your ankles to see if they’re as bad as Sapnap’s,” Dream explained, moving George’s leg again, this time grabbing his ankle to pull it closer and resting George’s foot on his thigh instead.

“Oh, fuck you,” Sapnap grumbled at the comment, but he couldn’t help but look over to watch the scene, just as Dream knew he would. Dream pushed the leg of George’s sweatpants up a few inches, exposing the top of his crew sock so he had a full area to work with. George squirmed under him, still nervous but not as much as other spots.

He traced circles around the bones of his ankles, watching his toes curl and uncurl at the feeling, but nothing more seemed to happen just yet. He continued, adding his other hand so he could get both sides, occasionally spidering his nails in and out over the bone between swirls. George’s giggles had never stopped, and he was squirming just as much as always, but it didn’t seem particularly torturous for him. This was clearly an issue for Sapnap, who scoffed and decided to properly voice his frustration and confusion.

“You’re kidding, right?” He whispered, refusing to look either of them in the eye for fear that he might explode out of embarrassment. “That doesn’t… like, you’re not… how?!”

“It just doesn’t tickle him that bad, silly,” Dream teased, reaching over to poke Sapnap’s tummy just to make him squirm.

“Fuck off!” He said as he smacked Dream’s hand away.

“What, do you want me to do it to you instead?” Dream grabbed Sapnap’s ankle tight, yanking it towards him and preparing to dig into both the sole of his socked foot and scratch at his ankle at the same time, making Sapnap scream in protest and twist his entire body to get away.

“NO, don’t you FUCKING dare, Dream, I will KILL you, I will actually safeword so fucking fast it’s not even funny, let go of me,” Sapnap swore, making Dream laugh at his struggle as he dropped his foot.

“My god, someone’s strung out,” Dream teased, earning an incredulous look from Sapnap that he couldn’t help but keep laughing at.

“Who’s fault is that!” He replied, and Dream nodded, happily taking responsibility.

“Alright. I think I’m happy with what I did,” He said, shuffling back so the other two could readjust themselves, and both of them pushed themselves to sit up, Sapnap pulling his knees up to his chest to curl around his pillow and George sitting cross legged and shaking out his shoulders. Dream settled back down as well, watching both of them as they remained red-faced and bashful, both seemingly still nervous and shy about the situation to move in just yet. Dream chuckled, leaning forward and pulling them both into a group hug, letting them both hide their faces as he squeezed their shoulders and rubbed their backs. “Thank you both for letting me do that. I didn’t realize how fun it would be, you were kinda onto something with this one, Sap.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Sapnap mumbled, chuckling at the sentiment. Dream pulled back, looking between both of them, before ruffling George’s hair and pinching Sapnap’s cheek, making them both swat his hands away as he did so.

“I think it’s movie time now,” Dream said, shoving his way in between the two of them on the bed and tugging them down with him.

George happily let Dream wrap an arm around his waist, hand gravitating to the dip in his waist naturally as it always did, holding him close and pulling the blanket over their legs to keep them warm. Sapnap reached over to the night stand to grab his TV remote, navigating to the home screen as he cuddled up against the other two as well. They bickered for a while over what to watch, who got to pick, so on and so forth, before eventually deciding on one they could all enjoy and chill out to.

Overall, Dream’s birthday choice went pretty well, and he was content with everything that he’d gotten to do, grateful that Sapnap had come up with the idea all those months ago, even if it meant he’d gone through the same thing back then.

Until he remembered George’s birthday was only a few months away.

[fluffallamaful]

Double Trouble

hellooo everyone :D and happy birthday to our baby boy sapnap!!! 🎉🎉

i know i said this was gonna be out a few days ago but uh…. i may have gotten… a little carried away…. so it took me a little longer…

but!! we shall prevail. and hopefully everyone still enjoys it even if it’s like nearly 7k words long lmaooo woopsiessss

thank you to the wonderful @sleepy--anon for sending this ask with the concept for this fic, this wouldn’t be possible without you so everyone say thank you sleepy 👏👏👏 and also shoutout to @mushiewrites for helping me plan this fic as you always do

and like i mentioned when i answered the ask, if people are interested in it, i’m totally down to make this a mini-series and do a version of this for dream and george’s birthdays when they come around, so let me know if you guys would want that!!

other than that, enjoy <3

lee!george, lee!dream, ler!sapnap, 6.5k words

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A sudden knock on his bedroom door pulled Sapnap out of his focus, and he reached for the TV remote to pause the episode of Death Note he was watching from his bed.

“Come in!” He strained, stretching his arms above his head and groaning, sitting up and rubbing his eyes as the door to his bedroom opened.

“Hey,” Dream greeted as he walked in, George following behind him, and they both walked over to Sapnap’s bed. George wasted no time, jumping up onto the bed next to where Sapnap’s legs were under the covers, then pushing himself over to the head of the bed next to Sapnap, sitting cross legged. Dream chuckled at the action, but sat on the edge of the bed. “We just had a question for you.”

“Sure, what’s up?” Sapnap asked, adjusting himself to give the other two more room to sit, and Dream pulled one leg up onto the bed and left the other hanging off, touching the floor. Sapnap rested his hand on George’s knee, something he’d gotten into the habit of doing whenever George sat next to him, rubbing his thumb over the material of his pajama pants as Dream began to speak.

“So, I know we already have plans for your birthday, but we just wanted to ask if there's anything else special you wanted to do, since our plans are kinda an unspoken tradition thing,” Dream explained, earning a nod from Sapnap. “Is there anything else you had in mind to celebrate or did you just wanna do gifts and dinner like we usually do?”

“Hm…” Sapnap furrowed his eyebrows in thought. “Uh, I’m not sure, I don’t really think so? I didn’t really have anything in mi…” He began, but trailed off, his thumb pausing its movements as it rested right in the dip on the inner part of George’s knee.

Just as an evil idea formed in his head.

“What?” Dream asked, tilting his head in confusion as he watched Sapnap’s expression change to one that was significantly more sinister.

“Did you think of something?” George cut in, looking just as lost as Dream. Sapnap smiled over at him, pressing his thumb into his knee with light pressure.

“Yeah, I thought of something,” Sapnap said, adjusting his position again, folding his hands in his lap and leaning forward– to show he meant business, of course. “I want to tickle you both,” He continued bluntly, watching Dream’s eyes widen and his lips part in shock, and listening to George’s scoff of disapproval.

“Wh- uh…” George stuttered for a moment, sounding like he wanted to speak, wanted to say something snarky in response, but couldn’t find the words. “W-what?” He ended up with, quite well spoken, if Sapnap were to say so himself.

“I want to tickle both of you. At the same time. I get free range of any spots and any techniques that I want, and I get to keep going until you each can’t take it anymore. We’ll have a safeword, of course, I’m not a monster,” Sapnap said with a smile, earning an amused chuckle from Dream and another scoff from George. “And I want it to be completely willing. No restraints, no pinning– okay, well, maybe a little bit, because I know some of us can get a little too squirmy to stay still on our own…” Sapnap teased, raising his eyebrows and looking over at George, who promptly threw his hands over his face and curled in on himself with a groan, making the other two laugh fondly. Sapnap moved his hand to George’s back, rubbing up and down soothingly for a few moments to calm him, before letting it drop back down to his knee. “But I want it to be completely voluntary. I want you guys to let me tickle you for as long as you can stand it,” Sapnap finished, smiling as Dream stared at him nervously and George dropped his hands to reveal his blushing face, looking at the comforter below him, refusing to make eye contact.

“That’s… you– so, we…” Dream stammered, swallowing shakily, pouting slightly as he tilted his head back to look at the ceiling. “You just…” He closed his eyes, letting out a soft breath, looking back down at Sapnap with pinched eyebrows. “I-I thought you would’ve picked, like… watching a movie or something.”

“Well, you thought wrong, baby boy,” Sapnap teased, giggling at the way the pet name made Dream’s cheeks turn a light pink color. There was a moment of silence again, before Dream continued.

“And that’s… that’s really what you want?”

“It’s really what I want,” Sapnap said confidently, watching as Dream looked over to George, raising his eyebrows. George’s lips parted, a subtle pout still on his face, and he let out an uncertain sigh, shrugging his shoulders in a way that would be just barely noticeable if you weren’t looking for his reaction.

George seemed more uncertain of his answer than Dream, though he wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable with the idea. Dream, who knew George better than George knew himself sometimes, seemed to make the decision for him, a mischievous smile gracing his lips as he turned back to Sapnap.

“Okay.”

“WHAT?!” George yelped, voice squeaky, curling in on himself in both embarrassment and nerves.

“You’ll do it?” Sapnap asked, the same mischievous smile on his own face.

“We’ll do it.” Dream nodded, smiling as he watched George shift against the pillows.

“NO?! No, no! We will not! We’re not– I’m not doing that, no!”

“George,” Sapnap said firmly, looking over at him, making him freeze in his place under Sapnap’s knowing look. “If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to. Just say the words. We won’t be upset.”

“No, I…” George began, before clamping his mouth shut and letting out a breath through his nose. He pouted again, slumping down against the pillows behind him, bringing his knees up and crossing his arms over his chest. “Whatever.”

“Mm, thought so,” Sapnap said with a smile, earning another scoff from George, followed by an eye roll and him looking off to the side to avoid eye contact. “Alright then…” Sapnap said, moving out from under the covers and off to the side to give Dream a clear path to the top of the bed. “Let’s go.”

“…Let’s go, what?” Dream asked in confusion, glancing over at George, who ventured a look back as well. He still seemed nervous, but he was still pouting and his eyes were big and glossy, so Dream could tell he was fine, and he was sure Sapnap could as well. George glanced between the two, staying silent, waiting for things to unfold. Sapnap smiled, gesturing to the bed, before clarifying.

“Lay down. I wanna get started, I’m not wasting any of my tickle time.”

“Wha– now?! You– you meant now?!” Dream asked, nervousness settling over his features as well, squirming slightly where he sat and bouncing his foot that still rested on the floor.

“Yeah, of course I meant now! C’mon,” Sapnap said, patting the middle of the bed. “Lay down, Dreamie.”

“But– that’s– I didn't–“ Dream stuttered, his cheeks burning, biting his lip to force down a smile. Sapnap gave him an expectant look, raising his eyebrows at him, and Dream let out a sigh before wordlessly moving himself to lay down. He situated himself the best he could, adjusting the pillow under his head and settling down against Sapnap’s ruffled sheets, one hand messing with his hair and the other resting on his own chest.

“There we go. That’s perfect,” Sapnap praised, gently patting Dream’s knee and smiling down at him, receiving one in return as well. Then, he turned his attention to George, who looked back at him with wide eyes, curling further in on himself under the pressing gaze. “George.”

“Mm-mm,” He mumbled, shaking his head.

“You know it’s your turn.”

“I can’t.”

“C’mon, Georgie, you know you’re gonna let me,” Sapnap coaxed, sitting up on his knees and resting one hand on George’s knee. “Don’t try to start a fight you know you’ll lose.”

“I’m not–! It’s not that, it’s just– I just– Sapnap, c’mon–“ George stammered, squirming in his seat, looking up at Sapnap with wide eyes as the younger boy began to push in closer. He loomed over George, making him lean further back into the pillows but not budge to lay down yet, the proximity making his lip tremble nervously as he took in a shaky breath. “Sap– Sapnap…”

“You know what I have to do.”

“No, Sapnap, pl–EASE–!” George yelped as Sapnap suddenly grabbed his ankles, yanking him forward by his legs and pulling him down the bed to be almost flat. “NO, don’t! Stop, STOP!” He protested, yelling and complaining, frantically trying to push himself up, bending his legs to put his knees between him and Sapnap’s bodies to keep the distance.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Sapnap threatened when George managed to prop himself up on his elbows and slide back. He grabbed George again, this time by his hips, and pulled him back down flat, swatting his hands away every time they tried to grab him.

“No, nonono, NO! SAPNAP!” George continued to yell, much to the entertainment of the other two, and Sapnap giggled as he wrapped his arms around George’s calves, shifting him down to lay on an even level with Dream. “LET GO, let go, let go, let go!” George tried everything to yank his legs free, attempting to pull, push, turn to either side, but nothing worked. Soon enough, Sapnap was pushing George’s legs against the bed and throwing himself over him, straddling his thighs and keeping him fully pinned. “NO! No, no! Sapnap! C’monnnnn, Sapnaaaap…” George whined, groaning in frustration, still arching his back as he pushed at Sapnap’s legs and bucked his hips up.

“Hey,” Sapnap said firmly, grabbing George’s wrists and pinning them to the bed by his sides, making him gasp and stare up at him, wide eyed. “Are you done?” He asked, and George twisted his wrists in his hold, not budging at all.

“Wh– I…” He clamped his mouth shut and nodded.

“Are you gonna behave yourself?”

“Mhm.” Another nod, and Sapnap smiled and let go of his wrists, watching George immediately cross his arms over his chest and pout.

“Good. Now quick ground rules before we start, like I said, I get to do whatever I want, however I want it, and you have to let me. Okay?” He said, earning an eye roll from George, but a nod and hum in understanding from both of them. “Good. And whenever you want me to stop, for any reason, whenever you’re ready to be done, you say, uh…” Sapnap thought for a moment, deciding on a safeword. “I dunno, you say ‘minecraft’, does that work? Safe word is minecraft?” George scoffed, letting out a quiet laugh at the silly choice, but he nodded and hummed anyway.

“Minecraft is good,” George said.

“Yeah, minecraft works,” Dream agreed, smiling up at Sapnap. Sapnap smiled and laughed as well, nodding his own head.

“Alright, perfect.” With that, Sapnap’s smile turned evil, and his hands were immediately on Dream’s sides, scratching his nails over the area on top of his shirt, adding in a few pinches and pokes here and there to make Dream squirm more. Dream gasped, the smile on his face turning bashful before he broke into a wide, toothy grin, his giggles and squeaky laughter spilling out despite his attempts to stop it.

“Oh, gohohod…” He said as he tensed his shoulders. Instinctively, his hands flew to grab Sapnap’s, yanking them away from his sides, but this only stopped him for about one second before they returned to continue their motions anyway. “Ah!” He gasped again, then grabbed the hands again, pulling them away, but still, they just jumped back into action. “Naha! No, nohoho, no!” This happened a few more times, Dream’s giggles growing more frantic each time, until Sapnap spoke up.

“Hey. No. None of that today, you have to let me,” He reprimanded softly, making Dream groan and cover his face with his hands for a moment before dropping them down on the bed and gripping the sheets in his hands. “See? Not so hard, is it?”

“Fuhuck yohouohou! You knohow thahat’s not truhuhuhue!” Dream replied, making Sapnap giggle and nod, and he decided to form his hands into claws and scratch at Dream’s sides that way instead, even slipping under his shirt to scratch and poke at his bare skin instead, making him squeal and arch his back. “OH, fuhuhuck! Gohohod, NOHOHO!” Dream’s laughter grew louder when Sapnap skittered his fingers over the sides of his tummy, his hips jolting and his knees drumming against the bed underneath him, making the whole mattress shake with his movements. Sapnap chuckled, tweaking the center of Dream’s ribs, making him squeal as his hands grabbed onto his wrists again.

“Hey,” Sapnap began, but Dream only squeezed tighter, not pulling them away but just holding on, even as the fingers went back to scratching cruelly at his sides.

“I knohow, I know Ihihi know I knohohow,” Dream mumbled through his laughter, biting his lip and letting out a quiet whimper before breaking down again. He squeezed his eyes shut, his giggles turning breathy as Sapnap’s fingers migrated downwards, scratching ever so gently on the sides of his lower tummy. “Sahahapnahahap!” He whined, knowing the other boy was aware of how bad that spot was, but Sapnap simply smiled and kept going.

Until Sapnap felt the hips underneath him shift, and he heard a small sound from the boy they belonged to. He slowed his hands to a stop, looking down at George, just in time to watch him turn his head away and close his eyes, attempting to keep his cool. Dream’s laughter fizzled out to soft residual giggles, quiet enough that George knew something had changed. He blinked his eyes open, starting to turn his head back, stopped when he caught Sapnap’s gaze staring down at him with a knowing smile on his face. He shut his eyes again and groaned, tilting his head back exasperatedly.

“What?” He mumbled, pout still present on his lips, but his fidgety hands still moved to rest on Sapnap’s knees, the contact clearly helping calm him as he swallowed his nerves and waited for a reply.

“Does someone want my attention?” Sapnap asked teasingly, and George immediately whined and squirmed at the question, his hips shifting as much as they could with Sapnap still sitting on top of his thighs. “I think my kitten might feel a little left out.”

“Shut upppp,” He protested, but he didn’t deny the accusation. Sapnap cooed, making him whine again, turning his head to the side and trying to hide in the pillows as much as he could. “I hate you.”

“Aww, it’s okay, George, I didn’t forget about you,” Sapnap reassured, pushing his hands up under George’s shirt now, quickly choosing his first choice spot. His palms rested on George’s sides, fingers curled around his torso, and his thumbs rested perfectly in the dip of his waist. Then, he curled his thumbs, using his nails to scratch right at that spot, as lightly as he could.

“Nohoho, no, nonono, nohot that–!” George protested, his hands gripping Sapnap’s knees even tighter, breathing heavily through his nose. He tensed up, his entire body going rigid and still, determined to hold his laughter in. His hands jumped up, grabbing onto Sapnap’s wrists and trying to pull him away, but the way his hands curled around his sides made his grip nearly impossible to loosen. “Sapnap, noho!”

This spot– perfectly in the dip of his waist– had always been one of Sapnap’s favorite ways to torment the poor man. It wasn’t his worst spot by any means, it probably wouldn’t even make the top ten, but both of them knew that it was the exact spot where, if Sapnap stayed there for an extended period of time, it would very, very quickly become completely unbearable.

Which was exactly Sapnap’s goal. And it took all of thirty seconds to start breaking down the wall George held up with all his might.

“Sahahap–“ He warned, biting his lip, his giggles starting to escape between whimpers and squirms. Once his squirming started, he couldn’t seem to stop, leaning away from whichever side felt worse and pushing into the opposite, repeating the motion over and over again. The same thing happened with his laughter, and once the first breakthrough was made, it wasn’t possible for him to home anything else in. “Oh myhy gohohohohod, oh my gohohod, stohop! Stohohop, I cahahan’t!”

“Does Dream even know about this spot?” Sapnap asked, looking over at Dream and getting an enthusiastic nod in response, his smile widening at the sight of George already getting lost to the tickles so early on.

"I dohohon't knohow! I don't knohohohow!" George responded without thinking, his laughter picking up further, growing more and more frantic as Sapnap kept going. His brain felt numb already, his head heavy when he tried to move it, like it was filled with lead. He was dizzy- this spot made him dizzy, the absolutely maddening sensation that just kept growing and growing, constant in that one tiny, tiny area, it made him feel light headed.

“Yes, you most certainly do, Georgie,” Dream said, but he knew George likely wouldn’t even process what he was saying. His hips bucked up suddenly, his laughter turning into more squeals and labored breathing as he truly hit the point of no return for one of the tiniest, most specific spots he had.

“NO, plehehehease! Plehease, Sahahap, PLEHEASE– I cahahan’t!” George begged, smacking his hands against the bed, before grabbing Sapnap’s hands again and pulling. He got nowhere, so he wrapped his hands around Sapnap’s thumbs to stop him instead, which worked for barely a few seconds.

“Hey!” Sapnap scolded, shifting his hands, now using his pointer fingers to dig in harshly to the same spot.

“AH! NOHOHOHO!” George squealed, shaking his head frantically, squeezing Sapnap tighter and squirming under his evil fingers. “SAPNAHAHAP!”

“What did we say about letting me do what I want?!”

“I’M SOHORRYHYHY! Plehehehease!” George begged, and Sapnap decided to finally take some pity on him, pulling his hands away and giving him a moment to breathe. “Oh my gohod…”

“You okay?” Dream asked softly, reaching over and taking one of George’s hands in his, smiling when George laced their fingers together and squeezed.

“Yeah…” He said, bringing his other hand up to run through his hair, dropping it next to his head afterwards.

“Good, ‘cause I’m gonna keep going,” Sapnap said, and without any further warning, he had a hand on both of their tummies, clawing at them over the t-shirts at the same time.

“AH– nahaha!” Dream immediately let out a squeal, maybe the most adorable sound Sapnap had ever heard, as he slammed his free hand over his mouth and yanked his other away from George’s to cover as much of his tummy as he could manage. Sapnap didn’t let this stop him, though, and he instead just settled on scratching his nails all around Dream’s hand, getting wherever he couldn’t cover, even as he kept moving his hand around to try to stop him. “No– ah! Sahap! Noho, Sahapnahap! No– NO! Stohohop ihihit! Stohohohop!” Dream kept up his squealing and squirming, batting at Sapnap’s hand,his legs kicking out against the bed as he giggled freely.

“I can’t stop when you’re so cute!” Sapnap teased, and Dream shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut again.

Sapnap turned his attention to George, who had covered his face with both hands to try and hide his reactions, clearly embarrassed by how breathy and high-pitched his gasps and giggles were. His tummy fluttered with each touch of Sapnap’s nails, his hips jumping as he flinched and squirmed away from the hand.

“This is really getting to you, isn’t it?”

“Shuhuhut uhup!” George whined, and suddenly both hands were clawing at his tummy instead. “AH! Sahahapnahap!” He squealed, sliding his hands up and grabbing his hair, clearly trying his best not to grab at Sapnap’s hands to stop him. Sapnap heard Dream giggle, and suddenly he switched to clawing at Dream’s tummy with both hands instead.

“OH– gohohod, noho waharnihihing?!” Dream yelled, jumping at the sudden change.

“Hm… nope!” Sapnap jumped back to George, making him squeal and whine again, shaking his head and reaching down to grab at Sapnap’s legs again, still squirming his hips and taking in grateful breaths when he went back to Dream a few seconds later. Though his relief didn’t last long, as the hands inevitably came back to him again.

“Nohoho, Sahap!” George whined, finally breaking and swatting at his hands. “Stahay over thehehere! Stahahay thehere!”

“Stay here? Okay!” Sapnap teased, making George shake his head helplessly.

“Nahahaha!” Sapnap was thrilled with how pliant he had managed to get George already, knowing his weakened and whining state would help him out immensely in the future. Still, he decided to take some pity on him.

“Yeah, you’re right, I have to give Dream another turn, don’t I?”

“Yehehes, yes!”

“Noho!” Dream giggled nervously, crossing his arms over his tummy and trying to protect the area as much as he could. Sapnap giggled, pulling back his hands, giving them both a moment to breathe. After he felt the time was sufficient, he spoke again, this time to Dream.

“Hey,” He said quietly, resting his hands on Dream’s arms, getting his attention. “Lift these up.”

“What?!” He asked in shock, his eyes wide as he tensed his arms to his sides instead. “No!”

“C’mon, Dreamie. I know you can do it, you’ve done it for me before.” Sapnap pushed on Dream’s arms, and he watched Dream’s eyes soften, seemingly considering his options. “C’mon. Put your arms behind your head for me.”

“But, I–“ He tried to fight, but the smile on Sapnap’s face was too caring for him to want to say no, as well as a reminder that he promised to let Sapnap do whatever he wanted. He sighed, crossing his arms behind his head and laying back against them, shifting around to get comfortable before looking up at Sapnap, and the excited look he had made everything worth it.

“Thank you, Dreamie,” Sapnap said, before gently scratching at Dream’s underarms, giggling along with him as he immediately tensed up and began to squirm.

“Gohohod…” He mumbled, bending his knees and swaying them in the air to keep his upper body still. “Thihis suhuhucks.”

“I know, but I’m really happy you’re letting me do it,” Sapnap said sweetly, making Dream whine and bend his elbows in to try and hide his face. Sapnap chuckled, gently trailing his wiggling fingers all the way down Dream’s sides, then back up again, over his ribs, sides, above his hips, and back to his underarms where he stayed for a moment longer. “This is good.”

“Shuhut uhup.” Suddenly, there were two fingers digging into Dream’s highest ribs on each side, making him yell out in shock and slam his arms down. “AHAHA, WHYHYHY?!” He asked, completely caught off guard, grabbing Sapnap’s hands and pulling him off, wrapping his arms around himself so he could breathe while Sapnap laughed at his reaction.

“I just wanted to see what would happen,” Sapnap explained, getting an eye roll and an amused smile from Dream, before he turned his attention back to George. “Your turn now.”

“What?! No, no, I can’t, no you–“ George denied, shaking his head, crossing his arms over his chest and holding his opposite shoulders to keep himself closed off. “Noho, you know I– you know–“

“Georgiiieee…” Sapnap sang, mirroring George’s position just to mock him. “You know you promised to let me do whatever I want.”

“But I–“

“Arms. Up.” Sapnap grabbed George’s elbows, pushing on them, but George just clamped them down tighter.

“Noho! No, no, plehease, don’t, Sapnahahap, DON’T–“ George continued to fight, pushing against Sapnap’s strength until his arms shook, but he could only go for so long. Sapnap was quickly able to pin his elbows down next to his head, squeezing his arms as he did.

“There!”

“C’monohon, that’s not fair!”

“You’re right, it’s not. You’re supposed to keep them there. So keep them here.”

“Noho!” George yelled, slamming them down against his sides as soon as Sapnap let him go. Sapnap raised his eyebrows, giving him a stern look, and George whined helplessly. He moved his arms again, getting about halfway up before slamming them down, nervous giggles making their way out of his mouth. He groaned, trying one more time, and that time Sapnap managed to shove his hands under his arms before he slammed them down again, making George squeal and clamp down even harder, shaking his head uselessly. “NAHAHA– nohohoho! PLEHEHEASE, plehease, Sahahap, plehehehease!”

“You’re such a baby, oh my god,” Sapnap teased, pulling his hands out and latching onto George’s ribs instead, making his laughter turn more frantic than ever, squirming so strongly it could convince someone that Sapnap was actually killing him.

“SAPNAHAHAHAP! STOHOHOP, PLEHEHEASE!” George pleaded as he held onto Sapnap’s wrists, trying desperately to pull him away, but he was too weakened by the tickles to be able to grab much more than one finger at a time. “IHI CAHAHA–!” Sapnap laughed along with him at his reactions, tightening his knees on either side of George’s hips to keep himself steady, his constant bucking and kicking nearly flinging him off. After a moment, he decided to give the poor boy a break, pulling his hands back and pressing down on George’s shoulders to stabilize him, giving him a chance to breathe and contain himself.

While also making it harder for him to squirm around to get rid of the ghost tickles.

“Oh myhyhy gohohohod…” George’s giggles continued at a constant pace, his torso jumping and flinching with the hopeless attempt to squirm away. His hips shifted under Sapnap’s body, pushing his shoulders up to try and get his hands away, but nothing worked. “Lehehet goho of mehehehe.”

“But this is so fun.”

“Sahapnahahap!”

“Ugh, okay, whatever,” He said with an eye roll, letting George’s shoulders go and sliding back to sit further down on his thighs instead.

Suddenly, he reached over to latch his hands onto Dream’s legs, squeezing right above his knees without any mercy. Dream absolutely screamed, yelling out in shock and jumping so hard it knocked Sapnap’s headboard against the wall.

“AH– GOHOHOD–!” Dream arched his back at the sensation, his legs kicking out against his will and attempting to dislodge the hands. When this didn’t work, he jolted upwards, attempting to sit up and reaching forward to grab at Sapnap’s hands to pull him off that way. In retaliation, Sapnap simply shoved him backwards so he'd fall back down and grabbed onto his hips instead, squeezing cruelly at the area right above them. “NOHOHO! SAHAP, STOHOP!” He protested, letting out a loud yelp when Sapnap’s thumbs dug into the sweet spot above his hip bone, bucking his hips and flinging Sapnap’s hands away.

“Holy fuck, Dream, you’re supposed to be the one who can stay still!” Sapnap commented, grabbing Dream’s hips and pulling him back down into his place. Dream covered his face in embarrassment, his cheeks bright red where his skin peaked between his fingers.

“Ihi cahahan’t hehelp ihihihit!” He defended, making the other two laugh, and Sapnap dug his thumbs in again. He let out another squeal, bringing his legs up in an attempt to fold himself in half, but one quick squeeze to his knees made him kick back out with another laugh.

Then, Sapnap moved back to his tummy, quickly grabbing the hem of Dream’s shirt that had already ridden up to show his lower tummy and pushing it the rest of the way up. Dream caught on immediately, his tummy jumping at the new air in his skin, shaking his head and protesting.

“Nohoho, nonono, Sahapnap, dohohon’t–!” He was cut off when Sapnap’s hands touched down, scribbling up and down the sides of his tummy and scratching all around his belly button, making him suck in his tummy and simultaneously arch his back, against his own volition. “Nahahahaha!” Dream’s laughter was high pitched and squeaky now, quickly turning breathless the longer the tickling went on.

“You’re doing way better than I expected you to,” Sapnap praised over his laughter, earning a groan in response.

“Shuhut UHUHUP!” He replied, trying to sound as angry as he could while giggling his head off, making Sapnap snort. The tickling migrated down to Dream’s lower tummy, and he gasped and threw one arm over his face, holding in his laughter as much as he could. It only lasted a few seconds though, before he broke out into helpless, high pitched giggles, taking in hiccupy breaths between every few as his hips twitched with each touch. His other hand landed on the bed, hitting the sheets a few times to expel any extra energy he couldn’t get out by squirming and kicking.

Then, suddenly, Sapnap dug his pointer fingers into the spot just next to his hipbones, another sweet spot that he knew was sure to make Dream scream, and he leaned down to blow the biggest raspberry he could manage right in the center of his stomach. As expected, Dream let out a loud yell, both hands immediately jumping to tangle his fingers in Sapnap’s hair, pulling him off and shoving at his hands.

“OKAHAHAY, OKAY, MIHINECRAHAHAFT, MINECRAFT, STOHOP, PLEHEHEASE!” Dream pleaded, and Sapnap did immediately, tugging Dream’s shirt back down and placing one palm flat on his tummy.

“Okay, Dreamie, okay, we’re done. We’re done,” He reassured, rubbing the ghost tickles away for him with firm pressure so he didn’t tickle him more. After a few moments, he leaned over George to reach down beside the bed, taking a water bottle out of the mini fridge he had next to his bed, twisting it open and handing it to Dream. “Here, drink this.” Dream took it gratefully, taking another big breath before propping himself up onto his elbow to gulp down the water he desperately needed.

“Thank you,” He whispered, smiling at Sapnap, flopping back down and continuing to breathe heavily.

“You okay?” Sapnap asked, amused, earning a nod.

“Yeah. Just gotta catch my breath. But yeah, I’m good…” Dream explained, and Sapnap hummed in understanding, taking Dream’s hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles before turning his attention back to George underneath him.

“Alright. Your turn again, baby boy,” Sapnap teased, his smile turning sinister, and George's eyes widened immediately.

“What?! No! No, I thought you were done!” George’s squirming began again, trying to push at Sapnap’s knees. To his surprise, Sapnap did move, but it was clearly by his own choice, and he shifted to sit cross-legged next to George instead. George moved to squirm away, but he didn’t get the chance, because Sapnap simply grabbed his ankles and pinned them under his arm, trapping them in a headlock position. “No, Sapnap, don’t–“

“You don’t even know what I’m gonna do yet, idiot. You’re so squirmy over nothing.”

“This is not over nothing!” George argued, pulling at his legs, twisting his ankles leaning up onto his elbows to try and get a better angle– anything he could think of to get free, but nothing worked. Sapnap simply held tighter, yanking him closer so George’s legs were over his lap and he could hold further up his calves, knocking him off his elbows and back down flat. Before George could even think to sit up again, there was a hand between his thighs, squeezing the inner part of his right leg with absolutely no mercy. “NOHOHO! DOHON’T, PLEHEHEASE!” George screamed, his body thrashing, legs kicking desperately in Sapnap’s hold.

“There we go!” Sapnap exclaimed happily, thrilled with the reaction and how tortured George was sounding. “That’s what I wanted to hear!”

“NAHAHAHA!” George protested, shaking his head so frantically Sapnap was worried he might’ve given himself whiplash. The hand on his inner thigh continued squeezing, moving up and down his leg, staying at the spot right in the middle that made George scream out. “NOHOHO SAHAHAPNAP!” George reached forward to try and pull at Sapnap’s arm, but he couldn’t get a good grip, and his hand kept slipping away. It only became harder when Sapnap’s hand moved downward, squeezing the back of his thigh as he did, his entire hand curled around George’s knee, now digging into the back of it and making George arch his hips off the bed as his leg kicked helplessly. “FUHUCK, STOHOP! AHAHA, STOHOHOHOP!”

“I’m not hearing the safe word yet, George, you know when to use it,” Sapnap reminded, both to tease George about not stopping him yet and to make sure he still remembered it was an option. Quickly, he slid his hand back up, digging into the crease between George’s hip and thigh just a couple times, to make George flail and squeal– which is exactly what he did.

“NO– AH!” George yelped, his whole body jolting at the feeling that was gone as soon as it started.

Then, Sapnap switched arms, holding George’s ankles as tightly as he could in the opposite arm’s headlock, and then scribbled his nails up and down the soles of his socked feet without warning.

“OH SHIHIHIT– NOHOHO, SAHAHAPNAHAHAP, STOHOP IHIHIT–!” George’s voice was frantic, his body language desperate and hopeless, arching his back off the bed and turning himself to the side to bury his face in the pillow under him. He felt a hand touch his, gasping at the sudden touch, and he whipped his head around to see Dream lacing their fingers together gently to keep him grounded. Everything was just too much for him– his hand being held, the attention on him, the fingers tickling his feet, fast and rough with it, not giving George a second to breathe– it was making him dizzy. “PLEHEHEASE- PLEASE, IHI CAHAHA– I CAHAN’T–“ He took in a breath, swallowing against his dry throat, whimpering at the scratchiness he felt and slamming his free hand against the bed, gripping the sheets in his fist.

He couldn’t take any more, and Sapnap showed no signs of slowing down.

“SAHAP, STOHOHOP! MIHINECRAHAHAFT!” He yelled, and the immediate removal of the unbearable tickling filled him with so much relief he collapsed against the bed, jaw dropped as he took in as much oxygen as his body could, as quickly as he could. Sapnap broke into loud laughter as soon as the room went silent, Dream following quickly after, and George couldn’t help but laugh as well, whining in embarrassment. “It’s nohot funnyhyhy! Leave mehe alooooneee…” He complained, grabbing the pillow behind his head and pulling it over his face.

“It’s a little funny, Georgie,” Dream said, making George groan angrily, muffled by the pillow. Sapnap and Dream laughed again, but gave George a second to calm down still.

“I’m sorry, baby boy, I’m sorry. We’re done, it’s okay,” Sapnap soothed, patting George’s tummy gently, sliding his hands up his sides to his arms, pulling them down and taking the pillow away. “C’mon, you’re alright now, you can just chill. Here,” Sapnap said as he pushed George’s legs off his lap and leaned over to the fridge again, grabbing another bottle of water for George. George rolled his eyes but took it, pushing himself to sit up so he could open the water and drink some. In the meantime, Sapnap turned his attention to Dream, running a hand through his messy hair and cupping his cheek, rubbing his thumb gently under his eye. “You did really well. Both of you did a really good job. I really appreciate you letting me do that, even if it was really mean.”

“Hm…” Dream hummed, closing his eyes and melting into the touch. His hand came up to rest on top of Sapnap’s, almost comically large in comparison, but neither of them seemed to notice. “Of course. Anything for you. We love you.”

“Aw, Dreamie…” Sapnap whispered, smiling softly. “Turn over, I have an idea.” Dream fluttered his eyes open and nodded, trusting Sapnap wholeheartedly. He turned onto his tummy, wrapping his arms around the pillow and settling down against it, closing his eyes again. Sapnap smiled, fussing with his hair for a moment again before shifting over to straddle the backs of his thighs. Dream looked back at the sudden weight, but stayed relaxed. “Okay perfect, now you, c’mere,” He said, motioning to George, who looked over at him with wide eyes but slid over anyway. He let Sapnap pull him into place, and he ended up with his legs draped over Dream’s body, his head on Sapnap’s shoulder, and Sapnap’s hand on the back of his neck, running through the front of his hair before resting there and scratching at the soft curls.

George would never admit it, but all three of them could feel how instantly he relaxed into the hold, leaning against Sapnap’s chest.

“There we go,” Sapnap whispered, and his free hand dropped onto Dream’s back, gently scratching up and down his spine the way he knew Dream liked– even though it tickled like crazy. Dream gasped at first, shoulders tensing, but he relaxed even further after barely a second, letting out soft giggles and tiny kicks and squirms whenever Sapnap passed a good spot. “This is good, right?”

“Mhm,” George mumbled, nodding, Sapnap’s fingers practically putting him to sleep– and Dream was no better. “You had fun with that?”

“Oh my god, of course I did. How could I not when you’re both so cute?” Sapnap replied, making George hide in his neck and giggle, squirming to get closer. George always tended to get shy after tickles, and sometimes– if Sapnap was lucky– he’d get clingy too, only wanting to cuddle and nap and never let go.

It seemed Sapnap was lucky that day.

After a long while of silence, Sapnap took his hand off George's neck to reach for the remote, turning Death Note back on and lowering the volume, knowing George liked to have something on as background noise so he could relax easier. He took George's hand in his, bringing his palm up to his mouth and pressing a soft kiss to it. George giggled at the feeling, scrunching his nose up and shaking his head.

"Whahat are you doihing?" He asked through giggles, his hand flinching when Sapnap did it again.

"Giving you kisses," He said, doing it again. "Duh." Another kiss, each one making George flinch and giggle more.

"Yohou're duhumb. Let go." George tugged on his hand. Sapnap pulled his wrist closer, placing another kiss, and George's entire body jolted at that one.

"Stohop," He said in a fake stern voice.

"Nah. Bet my beard is tickling you too, huh?"

"Noho!" George denied, but Sapnap simply held his hand up to his mouth with both of his, making sure George couldn't pull away. He then continued to kiss at George's palm, over his fingers, up to his wrist, making sure to scratch his beard against his hand as he did it. "Nahaha! Sahahap! Thihihis ihis stuhupihihid, stohop!" George said through his giggles, his voice breathy and high in his throat. He squirmed at the feeling, pushing at Sapnap's head with his free hand, tapping his toes against the bed as he did so. After a few moments of this, George whined again. "Okay, okahahay, stohohop, it feels weheheird on my hahahand, c'mohon–“ He explained, and Sapnap let him go with one final, overdramatic kiss that he punctuated with a silly 'mwah!' sound effect. George giggled as he wiped his hand off on his pants, shaking his head and scrunching his nose at Sapnap, before leaning back against his shoulder again.

A moment later, Sapnap leaned down slightly, and he could see that Dream had fallen asleep, he smiled softly, wordlessly motioning for George to lay down as well, and he pulled his special Houston Rockets blanket over all three of them as he pulled George in to cuddle closer.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, knowing George’s mind could either go racing or go completely blank after tickles, and George hummed contentedly.

“M’good,” He replied sleepily, curling up against Sapnap’s chest and tugging him in by his hips. Sapnap giggled at the sudden pull, pressing a kiss to George’s temple and reaching over to make sure his hand stayed in contact with Dream’s arm behind George’s head, and they both joined Dream in a quick nap soon after.

And of course, the next day was filled with plenty of glorious revenge birthday tickles– after all, it was still Sapnap’s birthday.

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taco tickler

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sapnap’s squirmy giggles drive me insane

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Vanilla Twilight

Word count: 2862

Notes: I think about George sleepwalking all the time and have become a bit obsessed with the idea. He’s too cute for this world. I have plagued him with ticklish dreams. I hope you enjoy this! 💜

Having George around was awesome. Even though Dream and Sapnap had known him for years, they were learning new things all the time now.

One huge new one was that the whole sleepwalking thing was real apparently. George had spoken multiple times about the few funny situations he had ended up in due to sleepwalking, but they seemed a little out there. A little exaggerated maybe.

But then, just a few days into George’s first days, he sleepwalked for the first time in front of the other two. And it was strange.

He had dozed off on the couch while they were all watching streams and the other two were in various levels of half-asleep half-playing on their phones. George pulled himself off the couch and clung to his sides, giggling deliriously. He stumbled over to the wall and leaned against it.

“Wait…”, he slurred through his giggles, his eyes sliding around the room with no target. When Dream stood up in alarm, George looked right through him like he wasn’t even there. “Hey!”, he squeaked, jumping in place a little and then knocking his head off the wall behind him.

Dream caught him as he slumped down.

“What’s happening?”, Sapnap asked as he got up and joined them. George mumbled incoherently and then rubbed the back of his head.

“I don’t know. He just started laughing and like, ran into the wall. George, are you okay?”.

“Yeah…”, George looked at the other two confused, cheeks growing hotter by the second.

“Are you sure?”, Dream smiled slowly and let go of George, who moved out of their space quickly. “Why are you so blushy?”. George groaned and pushed past them.

That night, both boys brushed it off as some weird fluke. It was just the start, though.

~•~

The next time was in a hotel room shared by all three of them. They had three separate bedrooms, but were all still connected in a large suite. George had only just gone to bed a few minutes before Dream and Sapnap heard strange thumping coming from his room.

“No shot there's a girl in there.”, Sapnap said quickly, making Dream laugh.

“Shut up! No way! Who? He just went in there!”, they both giggled.

They listened closely and could both just barely make out other more-human noises. It took awhile for Sapnap to break the solence.

“This is weird…”, he muttered quietly, a little nervous about what they could be hearing.

“Hey!”, George cried out. Dream and Sapnap scrambled from the couch and ran to George’s room.

The boy was on the floor on his stomach, giggling and softly smacking his fist against the floor over and over again.

“What…”, Dream trailed off, looking at Sapnap for answers.

“That tickles…”. George squeaked out through his giggles. The two watched him squirm.

“He’s dreaming that he’s being tickled.”, Sapnap grinned and nudged Dream.

“This is too cute…”, he pulled out his phone, laughing a little as he started recording. George curled on his side and giggled hysterically. It sounded exactly how it normally did when any of them tickled him - minus the usual begging for it to end.

~•~

Eventually, they got him awake. Sapnap jammed his socked toes into his ribs and George flipped over with a loud squeal. He sat up, breathless and flustered as he looked around.

“Dreaming about the tickle monster?”, Dream teased in a sing song.

“Shut up.”, George slurred, getting to his feet and turning away a little to try and hide his burning face. He swayed, disoriented.

“Okay okay.”, Dream placed a steadying hand against the boy’s back and led him to the bed. “It’s okay.”.

Sapnap and Dream watched in awe as George’s wandering eyes quickly closed and he went limp in the blankets.

“Oh, I’m not sure he totally woke up there.”, Sapnap furrowed his eyes and looked at Dream.

“We should show him in the morning.”.

~•~

Sleepwalking wasn’t all that common. But, it definitely was a real thing that happened to plenty of people. Now…being plagued with nightmares of being tickled everytime you sleepwalk?

“That’s not what’s happening!”, George insisted, all squeaky and flustered. Before he could even get the sentence out, he dropped his head to the table and covered it with both his arms. “I don’t want to talk about this.”, he spoke, muffled.

“Just tell us about your dream from last night.”, Sapnap tried.

“I don’t remember.”.

“I don’t believe you!”.

“I don’t care!”, George sat up, face red with embarrassment.

“George, c’mon. Maybe we can help.”, Dream stood up, quieting both the boys. “I have a video.”.

“No you don’t.”, George shook his head in disbelief.

“Oh, I do.”, Dream laughed as he held up his phone. George snatched it like Dream was expecting and pressed play on the video he had queued up.

“No way…”, George muttered as his face burned brighter and hotter than he’d ever felt it get before.

There he was; curled up on the floor giggling his head off at an invisible monster. As he watched, he could remember exactly where the tickling hands were attacking him. It was some shadowy figure that was singing soft praise as he took George apart. He was called cute and ticklish as the hands went back and forth from his ribs to his sides. He remembered how they had grabbed at his hips and he watched his body convulse from the phantom touch.

“This is humiliating.”, he said as he quickly deleted the video.

Dream and Sapnap glanced at each other quickly, but didn’t mention how the video still existed due to Dream sending it to Sapnap.

“George, it’s fine! At least it’s not a nightmare or something! It’s just tickling!”, Dream tried his best to comfort him. The boy just dropped his face into his hands and yelled in anguish.

He refused to talk about it after that.

~•~

George’s embarrassment and denial didn’t prevent the ticklish dreams coming for him again. Weeks passed and they dropped the matter.

Dream was hazy from late night editing. Well, it was regular editing and then suddenly three in the morning. He trekked from his room to find a snack. In the living room, he found George.

The boy was standing with a shaky smile and swaying in a daze.

“George?”, Dream whispered.

“Dream.”, George mumbled and stumbled towards him. Personal space was forgotten as he tripped and fell straight against Dream’s chest. Small shaky hands reached up and grabbed onto his shirt. Dream realized quickly that George was sleepwalking. And…holding back laughter? “Dream!”, he whined and a few giggles slipped out. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to find George in such a state. How long was he in here giggling to himself before Dream came along?

George was shaking like a leaf and Dream was afraid he would collapse.

“Are you okay?”, he whispered. He had no idea how much George could understand or how he should proceed. Softly, he moved his hands to George’s waist in case he needed to hold him up. The slight touch made George crumble into squeaky giggles.

“You’re tickling me!”, he slurred and pulled in closer. Jeez well…that’s cute.

George jumped slightly and dropped his forehead against Dream’s chest. The sweetest giggles poured from his mouth and he tightened his grip on his shirt.

“Do you like being tickled?”, Dream asked softly.

“Mhmm.”, George hummed.

“Oh yeah? Do you want to be tickled anywhere in particular?”, Dream tried. He couldn’t help himself.

George finally released his grip on Dream’s shirt. He reached down and grabbed Dream’s hands…and guided them to his own sides.

Now this was entirely new. Dream and Sapnap had both tickled George on many occasions since he moved in. Each time, the boy laughed… but cried and begged and did anything he could to make the tickle torture stop. He swore he hated it and sure screamed like that was true.

Dream grabbed onto his soft sides. George squealed. His hands hovered between them, but didn’t make any move to stop him. Dream smiled and started tickling his sides with fast squeezes. George broke into laughter and nearly buckled in surprise. He grabbed onto Dream for support, but let the tickles continue. His laughter was as sweet as it was franti; the spot being particularly bad. His restraint was impressive.

Dream started to doubt George’s supposed ‘hatred’ for tickling.

George laughed and squealed and jumped in place while Dream tickled him. He threw his head back and cried out when Dream’s fingers found a particularly sensitive spot where his sides met his back. George’s ticklish reaction was lacking any sort of begging. No ‘stop’ or ‘please’. His cheeks darkened as he ducked back into Dream’s chest, his excited laughter starting to tilt into hysterics.

Still, he kept his hands fisted into Dream’s shirt and never let go.

~•~

Eventually, Dream stopped. The sleepwalking boy whined and dropped into Dream’s arms.

“Oof..”, he huffed as he caught George’s full weight. He was out cold.

It took a few tries to get a good grip on George’s sleeping form, but when he finally had him safely in his arms he brought him to his own room.

He laid George down as gently as he could and covered him up in the blanket. He was snoring lightly and looked incredibly peaceful…even after being put through tickle hell just a minute earlier.

“Goodnight George.”, he whispered. The surge of affection for his best friend at the moment was a crushing force in his chest. He pushed down the bubbling emotions and left the room before he couldn’t resist climbing into the bed anymore.

~•~

George walked into the kitchen and stretched. Dream and Sapnap were talking, but went completely silent as he entered.

“What?”, he asked suspiciously. Sapnap giggled and Dream shushed him. “What!”, he demanded. “What were you guys talking about?”.

“Nothing dude! Good morning. Juice?”, Dream held out a glass of apple juice. George only glared at it.

“No. Tell me what’s going on.”, he crossed his arms over his chest. The idiots looked at each other again. “Hey!”.

“George, chill!”, Sapnap tried to snap, but he was too amused.

“It’s literally nothing. I was just telling Sapnap about my night. Why are you being weird?”.

“You are being weird.”, George whipped around and stomped off to the living room.

It was practically the same room so they watched him walk the entire way until he plopped onto the couch and sighed dramatically.

“Fine.”, Dream caved. Sapnap was giggling immediately as they followed him into the living room and sat down on either side of him. George stared at Dream expectantly. “Last night I found you sleepwalking again.”.

George quickly tried to stand up, but Dream caught his shirt and yanked him back down. Instantly, his face was heating up as the memory of last night's dream came back into his mind. A chill went up his spine as he remembered the ghostly fingers tickling into his sides so mercilessly. Last night had felt so real and he remembered how he felt so vividly. No images could come to his mind, but the sensations of tickles were bright and lasting.

“O-okay.”, he stuttered.

“You asked me to tickle you, actually.”, Dream smiled.

“You’re an idiot, actually.”, George tried to escape again, but this time both Dream and Sapnap grabbed one of his wrists and pulled him back down. They didn’t let go. He wanted to cover his burning face, but he didn’t want to think about why he was blushing.

“Actually, you took my hands and placed them on your sides. To tickle you.”.

“Shut up!”, he cried and ripped his hand away from Sapnap firm enough to break it loose and cover his face. “Oh my god…”, he murmured.

“I didn't mean to embarrass you, Georgie. But you wanted us to tell you.”, Dream added softly. He could feel their eyes on him like burning lasers.

“I want to tickle him!”, Sapnap said suddenly, it bursting from his mouth like he couldn’t hold it back anymore. “It’s not fair you asked Dream, but not me!”.

“I didn’t ask him anything!!”, George screeched and leaned away from Dream, trying to pry his hand off his wrist. “Let me go!”. He was starting to panic.

“He loves me more, that’s why.”, Dream smirked over at Sapnap. George was getting rowdy, but there was no budging Dream’s grip. He wasn’t even fazed.

“Dream!! Let go!!”, George yelled.

Suddenly, there were hands squeezing his sides from behind. All the anticipation drove a scream from George’s lips and he crumpled back into Sapnap. Hysterical giggles completely took him over and he twisted away from Dream’s iron hold.

“I hate you guys!”, he squeaked out. How embarrassing…he was already so worked up. Sapnap dug meanly into the back of George’s ribs and he arched his back so quickly it was like he was being electrocuted. His laughter came out in a desperate cackle as he thrashed between the two.

“George!”, Dream laughed.

George tried to throw himself off the couch, but he was dragged back easily.

“We know you like it now, Georgie.”, Sapnap coo’ed.

“I don’t!”, he cried

“Obviously you do!”, Dream shook his head in amusement as he manhandled George to the couch and pried his arms up. Sapnap wedged his hands into George’s armpits. George screeched with laughter and tried to fold in on himself. As soon as he did, Dream’s hands were squeezing his hips.

“Guys!”. He was so screwed.

They weren’t pinning him down so much as they were just using their strength to keep him between them. The endless onslaught of tickles from every direction left him breathless and crazed. He felt so helpless. No matter how much he struggled or threw his weight around, they had him squealing with laughter and squirming too hard to make an escape.

He kicked his leg out at Sapnap roughly; he was hoping to give him a black eye. Instead, his leg was enveloped in Sapnap’s strong arms and tickled brutally. He clawed at the couch in desperation and screamed for mercy as Sapnap focused his attack on a particularly bad spot above his knee. George's laughter was witch-like as he lost his mind. He felt Dream grab his shoulders and he wrenched his body around aggressively in panic. He managed to turn around, but collapsed into Dream’s arms as Sapnap targeted the back of his thigh with firm squeezes.

“Make him stop!”, he cried out and dissolved into hysterical laughter. Dream laughed at his plight and let George melt into his hold. George was jolting and screeching out whenever Sapnap found a sensitive part to dig into.

“But Georgie, you love this!”, Dream teased.

“Also, you tried to kick me.”, Sapnap deadpanned playfully.

“Please!!”, George screamed. Sapnap only laughed and continued the cruel punishment.

Dream crawled his hand up George’s back, sending the boy back into a squirming frenzy to get away. He sat up and jerked his body back hard enough to break free of Sapnap’s hold, but he found himself falling back into basically Dream’s lap.

“Help!”, he couldn't stop himself from squeaking out the word. Dream hugged George from behind and attacked his waist with quick tickles. He squealed loudly before the hysterical laughter bubbled out of him again.

Each ticklish attack was fast and merciless, driving George into utter tickle madness. His red face was streaked with tears. His bedhead had fallen completely out of control. His laughter was starting to cut off and he would put on the cutest ticklish mime performance Dream and Sapnap had ever seen; grabbing at the air and laughing with zero sound.

Finding out George was craving being taken apart with tickles was a serious blessing. His screaming laughter was their favorite noise and he was impossibly cute when tickled. An excuse to tickle him to absolute bits whenever they wanted going forward? They couldn’t be more excited.

~•~

When the tickle attack came to an end, George was nothing but a pile of goo. He grabbed at their shirts and huffed and whined and did everything short of demanding they cuddle him.

His brain was fried and his body was tingling with an endless buzz of leftover tickles. It took him forever to get a handle on his giggling enough to relax between them again.

One might think he would be on edge after being tortured, but he melted into his vulnerability. Even between his attackers.

He didn’t exactly sleep, but he rested in their arms with a soft dopey smile he couldn’t seem to shake.

A small part of him knew he wouldn’t sleepwalk for a while. He softly caught his breath and relaxed into the knowledge he was safe and content here. Taken care of.

He would never admit his complicated feelings around being tickled, but he was unable to pick up the walls that had fallen down around him. Sapnap and Dream could see through to his gooey interior.

He mumbled something incoherent as he stretched like a cat and snuggled deeper into their warm hold.

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@wishitweresummer is making me post these little tickle fic ideas I got from his new Instagram photo

What if Dreams speakers could play teases while someone’s getting tickled on the bed, and what if Dream can’t listen to loud music cause the vibrations tickle him