Can I get 8. Death spot with lee!Punz ler!Dream
Death Spot
Day 8 from August-anon’s Tickletober!
Lee! Punz, Ler! Dream ✨platonic✨
Warnings: maybe intense tickles
Enjoy!
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“Jeez man, your belly is so damn ticklish!” Punz chuckled while he soothes his palms over Dream’s tingle-ridden skin.
Dream flushed even brighter (if that was even possible) and groaned though residual giggles. “Shuhut up.”
“I’m serious man. I’ve never seen someone with a death spot as bad as yours,” the older continued, not intending for his comments to fluster the already embarrassed man.
“Oh yeah? And where’s your death spot tough guy?”
Punz clamped up immediately, a faint blush barely visible on his cheeks. He suddenly cleared his throat and made a move to stand. “Well I should probably get going, promised to stream with Foolish earlier—“
“Oh no you don’t,” Dream said smugly. He grabbed the shorter’s wrist and yanked him down, the two tussling for a second before Dream eventually came on top. He was bigger and by proxy stronger than most of his friends, so it wasn’t really too much of a surprise. However Punz had hoped the tickling would have weakened him.
Dream now had Punz pinned beneath him, hands trapped under his knees and straddling his thighs. The blonde cracked his knuckles and wiggled out his fingers teasingly, causing the man under him to shrink in on himself.
“W-wait Dream— you d-don’t have to do this” he stuttered, a nervous yet giddy smile playing on his lips.
“Oh but I do Punzie! I need to get revenge on you for tickling my worst spot for half an hour straight~”
“D-Dream, pleahease—“
The aforementioned let out a mischievous laugh. “Giggling already~? Oh you are so in for it~”
Dream slowly lowered his hands to Punz’s sides, hovering them just above with twitching fingers. Punz knew what he was doing, he’d seen his friends fall victim to it many times before. He was testing for reactions to find his worst spot.
He wouldn’t break, he wouldn’t. Punz steeled himself to remain blank-faced as to not give away his worst spot, though it was hard.
“I see what you’re trying to do Punz, it won’t work,” Dream stated lowly, moving his hands up to his ribs then down to his belly.
When the older still hadn’t given Dream the reaction he desired, he decided to go all in. When he poised his hands above Punz’s hips he started to wiggle his fingers as well, slowly dropping them closer and closer.
That got a reaction. “Waitwaitwahahait!! Dohohon’t!!” Punz squealed, squirming left and right while his blue eyes stayed fixed on the clawing hands.
Dream hummed and quickly darted his hands down to Punz’s thighs, and that’s when he struck gold.
“DREHEAM NO NOT THEHERE!!”
The taller chuckled. “Gotcha~”
All at once Punz felt the torturous feeling of nimble fingers clawing all over his thighs— along the tops, inner, outer, you name it. He gasped before screechy laughter pierced Dream’s ears, the body beneath him flailing like a fish out of water.
He couldn’t take it. It tickled so much, the squeezing up and down his whole thighs and the focused scratches where his hips and thighs connected. It sent wave after wave of ticklish shocks through every nerve in his body and ultimately left him breathless.
Punz had no idea how long Dream had tickled him for, he was too wrapped up in just how bad it was that he didn’t even notice the younger stop. That was until he felt fingers softly brush the hair in his face away and he made eye contact with a worried green gaze.
“You okay Punzie? I didn’t go too far did I?” Dream asked.
Unable to answer Punz simply held up a thumb before draping his arm over his eyes, exhausted and dazed.
He felt Dream scoop him up shakily and plop him down to the couch, draping a blanket over his heavy body. “Have a good nap Punz.” He just barely heard as he drifted into slumber with a smile.
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