NSFW blog!!! 18 and up only!!! Hi, I’m Summer! Half DTQK+ fandom blog half tickle blog. I write dtqk+ smut, it’s very tickly and fluffy. -Brat/Switch - Bi - She/Her - 25- Multishipper af.
This blog is gonna be mostly, ao3 fic recs, fanfiction, and shitposts. I also dabble in a little live blogging.
More down below~~
I ship anyone that looks at each other. It’s very fun and non-serious.
I’m obsessed with tickling so it will be in pretty much everything I write.
Send me asks and headcannons and requests!
I write for the DTK+ fandom.
My SFW blog is @wishitweresummer and I have a ton of SFW stories there if that’s more your vibe! I also liveblog streams and events and pretty much shitpost. All SFW.
I have a nsfw X!!!
I also have similar accounts on ao3 and Wattpad if my writing seems familiar!
Ao3: WishItWereSummer
Fics~~
When I get a little into a ship and suddenly find myself writing them together, this is where the story goes.
Fifa Stream (snf)
Worshipping Woes (dnf)
Worshipping Woes 2 (dnf)
Happy Mother’s Day, Dream (dnf - no tickles)
First Kiss (snf)
SNF Try DNF (snf)
Daddy (solo Dream - background dnf)
safety net - snf (SNF Week)
Self Control - dnf
Sitting Pretty - dnn
The Dream Team are all animal hybrids. Dream, a dog. George, a cat. And Sapnap, a panda. Also, they are dating and are obsessed with tickling. These are all very fluffy, but nsfw. You can find the sfw chapters over on @wishitweresummer ! Here’s the masterpost!
Don’t
Touch Me
Sweet Torture
Take the Back Road
Somewhere Only We Know - georgexd
Dream is in prison and George is lost without him…so he turns to DreamXD instead of spiraling. An all powerful god who finds himself worshipping a beautiful mortal. This one has tentacle sex btw. And angst! Find the sfw chapters over on @wishitweresummer )
False God
Stained Glass
Heresy
All My Lovers - karlnapity
This is my karlnapity book! The three are in love and my canon keeps them at a perfect sweet spot where they live together and everything is perfect!!! The SFW stuff is on @wishitweresummer , this is all NSFW. Still pretty fluffy though.
(I don’t know what I’m doing with this series going forward, but I still love what I’ve already created.)
Summary: Sapnap and George have been dancing around their feelings for a while now, but they are having trouble keeping their hands off each other. Everyone is starting to notice.
(George and Sapnap have playful and affectionate sex.)
George shook his head at his phone again and bit his finger. A mix of excitement and embarrassment bubbling inside of him.
He was sat crosslegged on Sapnap's bed waiting for him to finish showering and scrolling through Twitter. Particularly, the screenshots and clips from the stream him and Sapnap just finished that the fans were freaking out about. He huffed softly when the same feelings he had during the stream rushed back to him again and he felt his cheeks start to warm.
Sapnap and him were...complicated. They haven't spoken about it yet. How could they? So many years of easy friendship over the Internet. The first time they met in person when Sapnap visited him in England there were those lingering touches and looks. The very first awkward moments they had ever felt between each other. First uncertainty ever. But it was fun. Different than anything either had experienced.
Living together now was starting to bring their secret pining out into the open for others to see. Dream to see. He stumbled right into their first kiss a little more than a month ago. It was shockingly heated for a first kiss, so it had been that much more embarrassing to be found out like that; George pinned under Sapnap against a beach towel by the pool outside when they had thought Dream was gone for the day and applying sunscreen on each other had sparked the start of the physical side of their situationship. It had been building up for awhile, that need for more. The kiss had started sweet, but with the tension and hot skin touching skin it hadn't been long before Sapnap pressed George's wrists together above his head and held his squirming body down so he could easily take him apart and learn what he so desperately needed to know. What his tongue tasted like. What the back of his teeth felt like. How much of a brat was he really? Dream's shocked gasp had ripped them out of the haze and seeing him scramble back inside yelling rushed apologies was a little humbling to them both. What were they doing?
All these weeks later and they still didn't know. But, 'sneaking around' was easier with Dream's vague awareness that they were doing something. That he should knock on closed doors and not come home unexpectedly. He didn't pry. Really, it didn't change much.
It wasn't anything new that he was sat on Sapnap's bed waiting for him. With Dream still in California the two had barely left each others sides since stepping foot back inside the Dream House. Bumping elbows while George watched Sapnap edit. Playing footsies under the table while they ate. Whenever they found themselves alone they found their need to be in each others personal spaces grow more and more. Which is probably why Twitter was freaking out about their physical closeness during the stream. Their guard had been falling down and they had gone live without putting it back up.
George's adrenaline whenever he played sports games was always high. Sapnap was always fond of a hyper and aggressive George. They had a bit of trouble keeping their hands off each other. One screenshot of the stream had grabbed George's attention over and over again, eventually screenshotting it himself so he wouldn't have to keep scrolling back to find it.
"You looking at porn?".
Sapnap's sudden presence startled him and the phone slipped out of his hands. The shorter snatched it up quickly to see what was holding the other’s attention so strongly. "Oh it's us! When we were screaming at each other!", he laughed and tossed the phone back to the flustered man. George grinned sheepishly, he thought he was so pretty when he laughed. He noted how dry his hair was and the lack of dampness to his t-shirt and boxers. Sapnap hadn't just taken a shower and come back, he had showered and then got ready before coming back to George. It made him let out a little amused scoff.
Sapnap threw up a playful eyebrow before reaching across the bed, grabbing a shrieking George's ankle, and dragging him down the bed on his back. He giggled frantically as Sapnap climbed on top of him, already shoving at his chest.
"Quit!".
"We kind of looked like we were about to makeout in that picture you were looking at.", the younger smirked as he got a firm hold of his narrow hips and tickled them fast. George screamed.
"Sapnap!!!".
That was a thing, too. Their usual play fighting had been more like that. Forcing those pretty squeals and laughter they loved so much out of each other. Plus, George was horribly ticklish. Sensitive to any touch, really. Every reaction so addicting.
Sapnap buried his face in the squirmy man's neck and the drag of his beard earned him more sweet giggles. Two small hands pushed uselessly against his chest as the older panicked at the new position.
"Oh god, no, please Sap! C'mon!!". George squeaked as he felt hands crawl up his shirt. He shivered at the grin he felt pressed into his sensitive neck and then was thrown into hysterics as a clawed hand pressed in at either side of his bare rib cage and vibrated. George wailed with laughter. A goner immediately. He twisted and thrashed as Sapnap took him apart mercilessly. No amount of shoving or smacking could deter the tickle monster. His desperate cackling was ear-splitting. A playful growl against his neck drew out a screech and suddenly he was begging. "Please! No more no more!!! Fuck, please!!!".
The tickles slowed to a stop eventually and Sapnap sat up.
"You're so cute.", he grinned as he snatched George's wrists and held them down at either side of his head. The bubbly giggles wracking the older were unending. "Sitting on my bed all blushy and looking cute waiting for me like I wouldn't just jump you the second I saw you.". George groaned and pushed his blushing face into his shoulder, muffling his giggles.
"You can jump my bones if you want, but you're tickling me.".
"I can do both.", Sapnap returned quickly, stunning the other into silence. He sputtered, but came out with no words. Sapnap laughed.
Two weeks earlier they had fallen into bed together for the first and only time. It had been sweet. Too sweet. It wasn't like this playful and heated energy they had gotten used to. It hadn't felt like a fun passionate night between just-friends. It was startlingly tender and loving. They haven't spoken about it.
Sapnap trailed kisses up the pale exposed neck and George whined.
"So sensitive.", he murmured before latching onto the sweet spot under his ear. The air was quickly filled with George's pathetic whines and moans. He gasped and squirmed as Sapnap teased the spot with his teeth and then tongue.
"Pleasepleasepleaseplease.", he begged. The pleads were mindless and desperate.
"You're not going anywhere.", Sapnap growled the words when he felt George trying to tug free from his hold. He dragged the wrists higher up the bed and started pressing soft kisses down his arm. George giggled breathlessly.
"Sapnap...", he gasped.
"I know baby.".
Sapnap scooted down a bit to press his growing arousal against George’s. The kiss that followed was messy, but needed. The two panted into each other’s mouths as they started chasing the pleasure. With George in just basketball shorts and Sapnap in just boxers, it was heaven. George sounded downright pathetic. Whimpering shamelessly. Sapnap groaned and shifted his hips down faster at George's display. They let out a shaky moan in sync and grinned stupidly.
Sapnap pulled off and flopped onto his back next to George before they could finish like that.
"Fuck, I was so close.", George whined breathlessly. Sapnap giggled softly and nodded. The newly freed hand found Sapnap's and they collected themselves slowly while staring up at the ceiling.
"So what do the fans think about the stream?", Sapnap asked, suddenly remembering walking in to find George red-faced and scrolling through screenshots of the stream.
"Oh, well they really liked it. But, probably mostly because we kept getting in each others faces and you couldn't keep your hands off of me.". Sapnap barked out a laugh.
"Oh yeah? Just me?".
"Yeah, you.", George tossed back. His smirk was audible. In an instant, he was perched on Sapnap's waist and walking bony fingers up his chest. The shorter man bit back any reaction.
Always exciting. He wondered how George could be a perfect mess of whimpers and cries one moment, and like this the next.
George's smirk grew more mischievous as his playful fingers slipped down and squeezed Sapnap's sides. He squealed and nearly tossed the other man across the room. Their hands met in the middle and fought for dominance. They both slipped into a fit of giggles.
"You're the one who kept screaming in my face! You're such a screamer!", Sapnap made his point and shoved past the other’s hands to attack his ticklish waist. George nearly collapsed with a loud squeal. He burst out laughing and sat up, prying at the sneaky fingers.
"Stop!!", he screeched, proving the point.
"See!".
"Shut up stinknap!". George curled forward in his laughter. The attack finally relented when George shoved two fingers each into Sapnap's underarms. He tightened up instantly and threw his head back in laughter.
"Fuck! Get out!!!", he wailed. Sapnap kicked at the bed wildly. He shook his head to try and distract George from his growing blush. The other coo'ed at it anyway. The younger’s hands twitched as his body panicked at the feeling and his desperate raspy laughter filled the room.
George slipped his mean fingers out from the sensitive underarms eventually and slipped them through Sapnap's beautiful locks instead. The action earned him some breathless praise. A few tentative tugs had Sapnap keening.
"You like that?". Sapnap nodded frantically.
Despite the ticklish antics, both were still riled up beyond belief.
"The lube.", Sapnap grunted, gesturing to his bedside table with his head.
George giggled prettily as he moved off Sapnap and laid on his back. Apparently, not grabbing the lube. Sapnap laughed and pressed a loud smooch to his cheek.
"Such a bitch.".
Sapnap retrieved the bottle and dropped it to the bed next to George's waiting body.
In a flash, their hands were suddenly and frantically pulling off each others clothes. Giggles flew free as every last fabric-barrier was tugged off and flung away.
"I'm gonna make you scream like you did during fifa.", Sapnap teased. George laughed and smacked his chest.
"Shut up!".
Lips found each other and they slowed down a bit. Sweet kisses were traded back and forth for a minute before George whimpered in a silent beg for more. Sapnap cupped his pink cheeks and took his top lip hostage, then his bottom lip. He sunk in to tease a playful tongue against the other’s. It was an unbearable sweetness. George huffed helplessly.
When Sapnap came up for air he only panted against George’s mouth for a few seconds before trailing his lips down to his sensitive neck. With one finger, he tilted Georges chin up and pressed a few gentle kisses underneath his jaw. George’s breathing hitched and he squirmed.
"Sapnap...", he whined. At the sound, he teased his teeth against the fragile skin and basked in the sound of his name turning into a moan.
George flinched at the click of the lube opening and closing. Sapnap found a good spot to start kissing and sucking along George’s neck and reached down to find his entrance. Small fingers clung to the sheets and shaky moans filled the air as Sapnap slowly worked him open. Much to George's frustration, he avoided the sweet spot inside until he was three fingers in.
"Are you ready baby?", he asked as he finally curled the fingers up and teased a startled cry out of him.
"Oh fuck...", George whimpered. "I want you so bad. Please?". An unfamiliar tone of tenderness was thick in his voice.
"I got you kitten.", Sapnap murmured, still dancing the line between playful and tender.
Fingers were quickly replaced with Sapnap's length and he pressed in. George wrapped his legs around him and fell apart slowly. Soft gasps and unintelligible murmurs of encouragement poured from his lips.
Once there was no more to push in, Sapnap waited.
"Relax baby, okay?". Sapnap held the other’s sides and focused in on his breathing. Almost a minute passed before George's back relaxed and his breathing settled. "So good for me, look at you. Are you ready?". George bit his lip and nodded.
Sapnap squeezed the sensitive sides in his hold and relished in the strangled mix of a squeal and a moan.
"Don't you dare.", George warned. Though, his smile was wobbly and excited.
"Oh I'll dare.". George giggled and shook his head frantically. Sapnap delivered two thrusts before grabbing at the sensitive sides again. The way George tensed around him as he squealed made him throw his head back with a groan.
"You're such a dick!", he gasped out, smacking his chest.
Sapnap crowded into George's space and buried his face in his neck.
"Fuck...it feels so good when you do that.".
"When I do what?", George asked. Sapnap slowly started rocking his hips in and tickling quickly at George's ribs and sides. The pressure around him had Sapnap moaning loudly into his neck. George writhed under all the sensations wracking his sensitive body. The tickles were shocking the most embarrassing strangled high pitched noises out of him, but Sapnap was hitting the sweet spot inside of him with every press. It was overwhelming. Sapnap everywhere. But, his hot breath panting into his neck and his pretty moans were worth the torture. With Sapnap's chest pressed in so close George had no hope of prying the tickling fingers off of him. His hands fluttered around in a panic for awhile before settling in Sapnap's hair, tugging roughly. It only drew more lovely noises from the man. The bedroom was filled with new and interesting noises. Moans mixing with laughter.
When George's elbows tilted a little higher so he could pull Sapnap's hair he left himself more vulnerable. Soon tickling fingers crawled their way up into the open underarms and a loud scream was ripped from George's throat.
Sapnap jumped and pulled back, they both stared at each other in shock before falling into laughter together. They clung to each other weakly.
"See? Such a screamer.".
"I hate you! What is wrong with you!".
It took a few minutes to calm down. The giddy energy was familiar and always intoxicating between them. The laughing faded into giggles as the started to nudge their noses together.
Soft kisses around George's face finally met lips and they sunk into a rhythm. Sapnap thrusted in deep and slow as they moaned against their kiss. Hot pleasure shot up George’s spine with every few thrusts and he whimpered. Once again, the bedroom filled with moans and cries as they gave in to each other. Strong hands found thin wrists and suddenly George was pinned with his arms up above his head. Sapnap trailed his lips down and sunk his teeth into his neck hard enough to leave a mark, George keened.
The vulnerability of it all washed through George like a wave and he shivered.
"What are we?", he whispered, against his own will.
"Hmm?". Lips met again before Sapnap's curled into an amused smile. "Wait, what?". He pulled away and laughed softly. "You're asking right now?".
"I guess?", George looked away quickly. His cheeks burned bright in embarrassment. Sapnap pressed a kiss against the heat.
"You're cute. Okay. Well. Like. In love. Right?".
"...right.", George echoed softly, then a goofy grin overtook his face and he looked back up at Sapnap. "In love.". The other’s face broke out into a grin as well.
"You're in love with me?", Sapnap tilted his head as he asked. George always kept words like 'love' tucked away and he wanted to hear it.
"Obviously.".
"No, say it.", he demanded playfully. He jerked his hips forward once so his tip prodded at George's sweet spot, earning a loud whine and frantic squirming.
"Yes!!", he huffed. "Okay...I'm in love with you. Idiot.".
"You're my boyfriend now.", Sapnap growled and bit his neck, starting his movements deep inside again.
"That's not what I said!", George gasped out.
"Yeah huh that's basically what you said.". A smirk pressed into the sensitive skin on George's neck and he writhed as Sapnap started to form a pretty dark mark there.
"We're boyfriends.", George whimpered, unable to keep up the teasing with the sensations overwhelming him quickly.
Wrists were pinned down tightly as they grew closer and closer to the edge. The heels of George's feet pressed into Sapnap's lower back as he desperately tried to pull him deeper. George was reduced into nothing but whimpers and moans in no time.
"Touch me...", he begged. Sapnap wrapped his hand around George's throbbing heat pressed between them and started to stroke him. One twist near the head threw him over that edge they've been dancing near. His breath hitched and he writhed silently as a small mess exploded between them. The sight was gorgeous, really. Sapnap only needed one more sharp thrust before he was letting everything go deep inside George's shaking body with a soft shout.
They collapsed together. It was messy. A little gross. Sapnap pulled out and pressed smiling lips to George's whine.
"Poggers.", George whispered. Sapnap laughed and shoved him.
"You're such an idiot George.".
"Whatever, you love me. You witerally love me.".
Their clean up was pretty half-assed after all the excitement. They used a wet cloth to clean each other up and abandoned Sapnap's room for George's instead. Under the blankets they cuddled in, still naked. Sweet nothings whispered into soft kisses as they fell asleep tangled together.
Things were going to be easier from now on. They agreed that they would come clean to Dream as soon as he got home, and soon their other friends, and eventually the world.
No more hiding. No more shoving away feelings. No shame in this love. Soon they could scream their love for each other out as loud as they both were.
Per comment in the… comments? Idk man. I was asked about it. 😂
Baby oil and bare feet
Alright so listen, just like a genie I’m going to get hyper specific with this because I feel like I can get into specifics and branch this out. So we are specifically talking about bare feet and the pros (and cons) of baby oil for them.
So feet are a sensitive area. I mean. Most of the body is in general but you know what I mean, some more than others.
Let’s break this down real far. What is tickling? Well, it’s moving your hands/tools over a part of the body to stimulate the nerves. Well obviously we can’t just… activate the nerves directly (basically. Talk about body horror) but how do we then do it? Well by going through the skin, around the muscles, et cetera.
So to reiterate, the way we tickle is through the skin. Clear enough, obvious dare I say.
So then how does oil factor into this?
Well, the skin needs to be conditioned and the condition needs to be factored in.
Tickling, especially at high speeds and velocity, can cause friction. At the lightest this can create some abrasion and at the worst this can create extreme discomfort. That is not ideal, clearly.
Enter: baby oil.
That helps cut down on friction and help whatever you’re using slide over feet easier, faster, and create less friction.
Friends who use nylons, this is the same principle. Also lotion instead of baby oil.
If you’re a painter think of it like priming a canvas before painting. Yes you can paint on raw canvas but it will be smoother if you prime it.
Yes you can tickle someone without oil/lotion/nylons/whatever but doing that can add to it.
Also for things like brushes you may *need* to use it because without that conditioning the tool may hurt too much.
So. Tl;Dr of my big nerdy rant:
Oil on bare feet is really good and helpful because it can lead to a lot more ticklish opportunities/sensations, open up more tools to use, and ensure you can tickle with them for longer!
Disclaimers: obviously talk about what you’re going to use with your partner beforehand. Make sure they’re comfortable with it and allergies aren’t an issue before you do anything. Also if using oil maybe lay a towel down… don’t want to stain sheets/blankets et cetera.
Pro tip: applying baby oil or lotion to feet can be very relaxing too! Not to brag too much (?) but while doing so I’ve had a handful of people say it’s made them calm and almost fall asleep when I massaged in oil. 😂
We should talk about doms with praise kinks more. Not like, doms who get off on being praised (although they are also precious) but like, doms who get off on praising others, on making someone feel like the most lovely angel. Doms who get off to making you feel beloved and special
A flash lightning storm causes Dream and Sapnap to move the Fusion rig, but when their hands touch as lightning cracks they find themselves in each others bodies. Naturally they take care of each other's aches and pains.
One of my fics for Dreamnap week, domestic dreamnap, a little tickling, and a lot of sweet touches. Please enjoy!!
This video of @spiffytickler and I should be featured in the dictionary under the the definition of: nonstop and unfair 🥺😖😫😭🙃
As promised, catching up with posting some of the content I’ve missed during my time away 🥰. I met some of Spiffy’s friends! And HOW INSANE that neither of them felt bad for me at all even though I was CLEARLY suffering here 🙄🙄😂😩😤 in fact, quite the opposite of feel bad 👀 as you can SEE IN THE LATER PARTS OF THIS VID OR WHATEVER 😤🫣🙃. Buncha bullies fr 🤣😔😜‼️
NOTICE - This is definitely the most upsetting thing I’ve ever written. Keep in mind, this book is designed for you to be able to skip the NSFW chapters and not lose the plot, so this one is skippable! This one is all angst, no comfort, no tickling, and is revolving around really bad sex.
I expect my main audience to skip this 💜 Love you anyway (If you do read it, please let me know what you think. Writing angst and dark themes is really new to me.)
Warning: Nsfw, angst, restraint, no tickling.
Word count: 1429
“You’ll leave us alone.”, he insisted.
“Yes George, whatever. You two can be alone.”, Sam shook his head, annoyed to be told the same thing over and over again. “Trust me, dude. No one wants to walk into whatever the hell you two got going on.”.
George couldn’t help his glare. He huffed softly, trying to hold back as many emotions from his face as he could, but anger bubbled through anyway.
George didn’t respond anymore, flustered slightly by the implication. No…he couldn’t know. Nobody knew. He walked across the open bridge and shivered despite the burning lava surrounding him. He didn’t have any actual plans for the trip. None he was willing to admit to himself. Dream didn’t know he was coming. He just had to see him.
He paused in front of the last door separating him from the man he hadn’t seen in person for months…only in dreams and nightmares. He leaned his head against the iron door and choked softly on the emotion climbing up his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, not ready to deal with it. The anger. The hurt. The heartbreak. The betrayal, on both their ends. Dream had changed, but George was still confused and so so the same.
He took a deep breath and entered the prison chamber. Dream didn’t even look up at the sound. A broken man. His clothes were tattered and burned. His thin wrists were strung up high above his head and his lanky body stretched across the cold obsidian floor.
“Dream.”, he said softly. The man jerked the chains loudly and sat up straight, eyes wide on George.
“George?”, he questioned gruffly, then shook his head.
“Yeah, it’s me. Hey.”, he came closer. Dream looked away, but his head snapped back and his eyes traveled George like he couldn’t help it.
“Figured you wouldn’t visit.”, he mumbled.
“I figured I wouldn’t either.”, George admitted softly as he creeped closer.
It was an uncomfortable feeling; being a little nervous of someone you trusted so wholly before. There was a time Dream had been someone George wouldn’t even have hesitated to put his life in the hands of. And it wasn’t really fear. Dream wouldn’t hurt him. But, the trust had been ripped away.
“I miss you, though.”, he whispered. His voice was broken and rough, giving way quickly to sobs as he threw himself forward onto Dream’s body.
Dream couldn’t hug him back, being so restrained, but George straddled his lap and wrapped around him helplessly. Shuddering cries overtook him as he clung on.
Somewhere in the universe, XD suddenly knew what was happening. George didn’t know how, but he knew.
“I hate you.”, he whimpered.
“Do you?”.
“No.”, he shook his head and pulled back so he could look at Dream’s face. He pulled off the broken mask and placed it aside. He barely looked like Dream. It was especially jarring because George had been seeing Dream’s perfect beard and excited eyes for months on DreamXD’s body. He closed his eyes to stop seeing how much the real Dream had changed. Cheeks sunken in. Beard patchy and discolored. Eyes so…gone. It was frightening.
George stole him in a kiss. The sour taste almost made him pull back, but he deepened it anyway. After a minute, the spit swapping evened out the strange taste of…rotten potatoes?
With his eyes closed, it was almost like old times; Dream and George stealing away somewhere to stick their tongues down each other's throats. The difference that George couldn’t get past was the complete lack of playfulness. Neither of them were giggling or smiling. It gutted him. He licked into Dream’s mouth and let his hands trail down the bony chest in front of him. Dream shivered, but there was no smile. Hands didn’t come down and grab his. Or him. They were restrained to the wall above their heads.
One thing that hadn't changed was the neediness pressed up against him. Dream whined when he pulled out of the kiss.
“Can you fuck me?”, George asked, then blushed. He wasn’t sure he'd ever asked that bluntly before.
“Of course.”, Dream responded without hesitation.
George wasn’t overly needy or desperate. In fact, he had spent the past month and a half having more and hotter sex than he ever had in his life. It was just Dream that he craved.
With permission given, he was off. He ripped his clothes off until he was completely naked and dug frantically through his bag for lube. He settled back onto Dream’s lap and sucked him back into a kiss as he sunk down onto his own fingers. He whimpered into the kiss.
George hadn’t had a plan…but sex definitely wasn’t the plan either. They were supposed to talk, just he didn’t know what about. They barely had even talked about anything they needed to when Dream wasn’t locked up in prison.
He worked himself open quickly and he muffled his moans into the sloppy kiss. It was strange; not having strong arms securing his position or helping him. His own arms were tired with all the effort it took to do everything alone.
After what felt like ages, he deemed himself stretched enough. Again, he was alone to do the work. He worked down Dream’s pants and pressed down to feel the tip lining up to his entrance. He had no desire to ask if Dream was clean or even give a momentary glance to the member he was sliding inside himself.
George couldn’t exactly call the dirtiness of it exciting. But, it was a testament to his desires. His need for Dream.
He tried his hardest to not think about the differences between having Dream’s member as opposed to DreamXD’s tentacle. The form inside of him was pulsing and hot, but stationary. Dream jerked his hips up, but wasn’t able to do much. George rolled his hips down and let his head fall back with a little whine.
It felt good, but it was so much work. He pressed his hands against Dream’s chest and let himself begin a rhythmic bounce. It was more strenuous than he could have ever imagined. He was winded almost instantly.
He wiped roughly at the mix of sweat and tears on his cheeks. How fucking stupid. Had he always been such a pillow princess? Without Dream’s large hands guiding his waist, he felt like he weighed a million pounds. The sex was too serious and too hard to be enjoyable.
He twitched for more, but only had his own hands to touch himself. He grinded down to bring Dream deeper, but what he really wanted was bounce. To feel it pull almost free and slam back in hard enough to make him dizzy.
With his own strength, he was useless. His body couldn’t chase the feeling and the orgasm he burned for got farther and farther away.
He met Dream’s eyes and had to look away at the misery he found there. The sadness he felt in his chest was too thick. George broke into sobs against Dream’s body.
The pressure he felt buried inside of him combined with his sadness made him feel weird and sick. He could throw up.
“I can’t do this. This was so stupid. What the fuck! What was I thinking? This isn’t the same! Fuck! Fuck!”, he cried.
The thing he was craving was what he had before. The easy love. Being made to feel carefree and happy and taken care of. This Dream was quiet and unattainable, even when this close. Everything about it was wrong.
He leaned forward enough to slip the softening member out of him and curled against Dream’s chest.
“I want to be held…”, he whimpered.
“I know…”, just as soft. Just as helpless.
~•~
When the heat of the room wasn’t enough to warm the freezing cold between his cheeks, George dressed himself. He pulled Dream’s pants up as well. There would be no sex. No intimacy. No gentle touches. No giggles.
It was unbearable, the way things had become.
“I can’t be here anymore.”, George whispered.
“I know.”.
~•~
XD was there when he got home. Of course. The god knew what George needed. He had barely held himself back from teleporting the mortal into his arms for hours. There were no words exchanged as George climbed into his hug and buried his face in his neck.
In a flash, they were in George’s bed under the warm covers. XD pressed his fingers through George’s greasy hair and held him close.
Worshipping Woes Part Two (Dream x GeorgeNotFound)
Word count: 1551
Warning: Nsfw!!! Tickling. Mouth tickles.
(Part one is here!!)
“George.”, Dream whispered into the man’s ear and brushed his lips against it until he giggled and pushed him away.
“What?”, he asked, trying to sound as annoyed as possible. Dream only laughed and peppered his face with kisses.
“I love you so much.”.
They were cuddled up in bed together in the warm morning light, naked. The night before they had explored Dream’s hidden kink and had fallen asleep wrapped together.
“I think I have more kinks to tell you about.”, Dream murmured against George’s neck and pulled him in closer.
“Like what?”.
“I think it’s you. I think you’re my kink.”. George scoffed and pretended to pull away. “Stay still.”, he said, huffing in amusement and nipping George’s neck to make him squeak. “Can I worship you more?”.
“Dream, I barely survived that.”, George blushed. Memories from the night before flooded back; George writhing and shaking with laughter as Dream got off on tickling him senseless. That devious mouth on his toes and soles driving him mad. He scrunched his toes just thinking about it.
“I want to worship a different part of you.”. Dream rolled on top of George and lifted his arm up, pressing it softly against the bed above his head. George gasped and shoved at Dream’s chest.
“Hey!! Dream!!”, he squeaked in panic.
Dream dragged a finger lightly down the slightly sweaty patch of skin and hair under George’s arm. The man squealed.
“Oh, come on.”, he smirked.
“Dream you can’t!!”.
“Please? I’ll go so soft on you baby.”, he said slowly, widening his eyes and batting his eyelashes. George groaned. Dream leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss. With the slow loving movement, George melted. “Come on, baby.”, he murmured against the lips. He released his arm and pressed his big fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp slowly as he kissed him stupid. George only whimpered and wrapped himself around Dream, helpless to the love. “You know I’ll take care of you.”, the sweet words were spoken right into sweet lips.
Always so helpless.
~•~
“George!”, Dream gasped in surprise.
“I know I know, just shut up.”.
“But you-“.
“I know! Shut up.”. They stared at each other. George was on his back with his arms folded behind his head, baring his now bare underarms to Dream. Since the morning he had apparently shaved or waxed them.
“You’re so pretty.”, Dream whispered, blooming a blush on George’s cheeks.
“Shut up.”, he hissed back, humiliated.
George was in just his little boxers, squirming under Dream who was completely naked. His large member was definitely interested, but mostly just still against George’s stomach,
“How did I get so lucky?”, Dream asked, his voice filled with wonder. George squeezed his eyes shut. Dream fluttered his fingertips across the open underarms and George jumped.
“Oh fuck, how am I going to do this?”.
“They are so soft…”, Dream murmured, entranced. He trailed the very tips of his fingers against the area and George broke into shaky giggles. “They are so soft and pretty…”. George huffed and giggled into the air, dropping his head back as he squirmed. “Are you wearing deodorant?”.
“N-no, I just shaved them and showered. Is that good?”.
Dream startled him by diving down quickly and shoving his face into his left underarm. George tensed and burst out laughing as Dream grabbed him and snuffled directly into the sensitive area.
“Dream! Dream!!!”, he cried and shoved at him helplessly. There was a large hand on his forearm keeping his arm straight up and still, and another one pressing his chest down to the bed to keep him in place. “That tickles!!!”, he squealed. Dream was sniffing obnoxiously right into the sensitive skin. George dropped his head back and laughed, squirming wildly. “Dreeeam!!”. But, the other man only nuzzled his nose and lips against the skin, inhaling loudly and then sniffing it quickly. George squealed and kicked his legs out. “Stop being a freak!!!”.
He gasped out loudly when Dream finally pulled away. He was practically shaking from the strange attack.
“You smell good.”, Dream said with a deadly grin. Clearly, just messing around.
“You said you would worship me! You’re just torturing me!”.
“Nono baby, this is worship. Here.”, he shook his head and dove back down to the open armpit again. George squeaked in fear at the movement, trying and failing to break free from Dream’s grip. A sloppy open mouth kiss was pressed right in the middle of the sensitive area, drawing hysterical giggles from the small man.
“Noo!”, he cried. A warm tongue pressed into the skin and soon was exploring.
“You taste so good baby…”, Dream murmured into the skin and dragged his open mouth across it. George was beside himself with giggles. “Mmmm so good…”. The noises were vulgar; Dream moaning as he sloppily kissed all inside the ticklish and defenseless underarm.
“Dream…”, he whined through his giggles.
“Yeah baby, stay just like that. Keep squirming.”, Dream murmured. George gasped at the words, realizing what was going on. Dream’s hard heat was trapped between their stomachs as he bent down to deliver the affectionate torture.
Dream moaned as he jerked his hips into the feeling and lovingly moved his mouth against the skin. George was making the prettiest noises for him, just whimpering and giggling. It was a dizzying mix of George being a toy, but also a thing to be worshiped. Used, but appreciated. Every swipe of his tongue was bringing forward the most precious squeals and Dream didn’t know how to stop. His senses were filled with George and love. It felt so good. So fucking…
Dream sat up suddenly, panting. His arousal twitched desperately in the open air, no longer stimulated and not able to finish. George went limp, only letting out a trail of little giggles.
“That was crazy. You’re so crazy today….”, he whined. Dream smiled at him, a little dazed. He hadn’t meant to start humping him like a bad dog and his head was swimming with how close to orgasm he had gotten.
“I’m just a little obsessed with you George.”.
“I know.”.
He let go of his arm and grabbed the other, pinning it straight up to the bed and peppering kisses down it. George burst into giggles,
“No no! We are done!!”. But, Dream only shook his head and started peppering the kisses right into the open underarm. George squeaked and kicked at the bed for a few seconds, then tried to shove him away. This only got his wrist snatched and pinned like the other. “Dream!”. He was only shushed. Effortlessly, Dream passed the newly secured wrist into his other hand and pinned them in place with only one. The devious hand trailed down the arm and right into the other armpit, teasing into it. George squealed and bucked.
“Are you going to be good or bad?”, Dream let his lips brush against the sensitive skin.
“You’re an idiot!”.
“I’m either going to pleasure you or torture you. Either way, I’m going to get off. Which do you prefer?”. George gasped at the words. Dream’s fingers came to life in the other armpit, suddenly tickling him fast,
“No! Please!”, George cried and burst out laughing. It was like electricity shooting through his body and making him convulse. “Okay!! Okay pleasure!!”.
“Good boy.”, he coo’ed.
The evil hand danced down his small chest and found a sensitive bud perked to attention.
“Such a good boy for me…”, he whispered and started to gently play with the bud. George whimpered and arched into the touch. He got to enjoy it for a full five seconds before there was a ticklish brush of lips against his open armpit again. He jolted a little, soft giggles pouring from his lips as the sensations twirled into a confusing mix inside of him.
Dream groaned in appreciation at his movement, slowly rocking his hips against him. His pulsing arousal was pinned between their stomachs. His large hand molded to the side of his chest and his thumb caught his nipple, wiggling it fast. George keened, overwhelmed with all the touch. A few squeaks escaped him as Dream pressed sloppy open mouth kisses against his open underarm.
“So good baby…just like that…”, he murmured as he grinded against him, dragging his tongue across the sensitive skin. Sneaky fingers abandoned his nipple and crawled back up to his other armpit.
“Dream!”, he whined and burst into giggles.
George dropped his head back against the pillow and writhed, sweet little hysterical giggles pouring out of him as he was used. Dream panted and moaned against the armpit, kissing it hungrily. His hand teased gently at the skin of the other, fingertips just barely touching and driving George completely mad. George’s wrists were pinned above his head and he was completely helpless. Between them, Dream was hard and pulsing as he used the friction between them to get off.
It wasn’t long before he lost himself in the pleasure. A small mess exploded between them and Dream whined into the wet armpit.
“I love you…oh I love you so much…fuck…”, he whimpered, breathless from his finish.
“Such a freak.”, George shook his head with a giggle. Dream sat up and they both stared down at George’s stomach.
