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Honeypie
(Part two of Raspberry Acres)
Summary: The story that goes along with the beautiful art @mushyruuu made for meeee!!!
Warning; Mouth tickles rawr
Songs: Little Bit of Life by Craig Morgan
Word count: 1960
“It’s not pale.”, George’s voice interrupted everybody’s quiet thoughts.
“What isn’t?”, Dream asked. George pointed up to the full moon above them. He was right; it was almost blindingly bright. It was gorgeous and lit their land up with a dreamy glow. Just dark enough to let the bright spots around them shine. Like the fireflies scattered in the hills and drifting around the bushes or the stars dotted across the sky.
“Are you thinking of that song Dream recorded earlier?”, Sapnap asked and pushed himself up a little so he could smile down at George. The youngest was in the middle of the three.
“Yeah. Dream, can you sing it again?”. Dream scrunched up his nose at the idea, still staring up at the sky.
“I don’t have my guitar out here.”, he whined.
“Please?”, George asked quietly, in the most unfair way. Sapnap settled back down on the blanket they all shared.
“…Crank it up, back it up, bring it on home. Supper on the table, then I eat me a bite. Then we snuggle on the porch by the pale moonlight. A little bit of me and you doin’ all right. A little bit of life…”, Dream trailed off and cringed, already feeling what was about to happen. Sapnap and George burst into giggles.
As much as they teased him, he couldn’t live without this. Their little hysterical giggles floating around the wispy black night. Dream’s chest panged with affection. His idiots.
Sapnap had definitely chosen the wrong spot to lay, though. Dream quickly rolled over on top of him and slipped his hands up his shirt. Before Sapnap could react, he was tickling his sides. The younger squealed and twisted as much as he could.
“Brat.”, Dream muttered.
Sapnap threw his head back and burst out laughing. He tugged on Dream’s arms, but his strength was nothing against him.
George sat up, full of giggles. Dream flashed him a sneaky grin before jumping his hands up to Sapnap’s ribs to make him scream.
“I’m sorry!”, he cried.
In a flash, Dream tackled George down next. The smaller boy screamed in terror and started thrashing like his life was in danger. They ended up with George face down in the grass with Dream straddling his back. George pushed himself up, but Dream slipped his hands under his shirt and wedged his hands into his armpits. George crashed back down to the grass, shrieking with laughter.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry!!!”.
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It took a minute for everyone to calm down, but it wasn’t long before they were back on the blanket and snuggling like Dream hadn’t just turned on both of them. He was laid in the middle with his arms behind his head. Both boys laid on either side of him and let their heads rest on his broad chest.
Dream hummed softly; the song stuck in his head. It wasn't exactly like the usual songs he covered on his YouTube channel, but the wording had been caught in his head for months before he recorded it today. It was bouncy and made him want to drag George and Sapnap out dancing. Force them to dress up in cute outfits so he could show them off to the others in town.
It’s not like they never left the farm together…but it was rare. Sapnap was the only one to venture into town regularly; going to church every Sunday morning. A few times now they’ve taken their dog Parches to the vet and they’ve never been questioned about the three male names on the forms.
It wasn’t like they were hiding their relationship, but surely it wouldn’t be smart for them to be so brazenly poly in their country town? This was Texas after all. It could be fine. It could.
Dream sighed gently and looked down at the two heads laid against his chest. It's not like he cared what others thought. More than anything, he just didn’t want to bring any unnecessary negativity into this great thing they had. It had taken so much work and painful time to finally be together. George especially had struggled, stuck in England for so long while Dream and Sapnap were here.
He zoned out for a bit as he fought off the sad memories trying to worm their way to the front of his mind.
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“I want a kiss, please.”, Dream said. That would clear his mind.
Sapnap and George both whipped around and knocked their heads together.
“Hey!”, George shouted.
“Move! I’m gonna kiss him first!”, Sapnap pushed George. Dream giggled as they wrestled almost completely on top of him. It hurt a little, but they were too stupid and silly for it to matter.
“I want to kiss him!”, George yelled and then grabbed Sapnap into a headlock. The both tumbled to the ground in a fit of giggles.
Dream’s laughter boomed out of him and into the darkness of the night. It stunned the other two; the sound.
“Idiots…”, he giggled. George and Sapnap crowded him quickly and smothered him in love together.
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“You’re insane.”, George huffed. His face was beat red and he refused to look at either of them, or the outfit Dream was holding out to him.
“It’s just for us! No one else will see!”, Sapnap insisted. “It would be so cute!”.
“I don’t understand why you guys even want to see me dressed like that.”, George hid his blushing face in both of his hands. Dream and Sapnap grinned at each other excitedly.
See, George was stubborn. Very. So him even staying in the same room as them after making the suggestion was telling. He wasn't saying ‘no’. He was just flustered.
Dream handed the outfit to Sapnap and slid up behind George.
“Baby, you’re so pretty for us. Let us dress you up, okay?”, Dream purred the words right underneath George’s ear. The flustered boy shivered.
“This is so embarrassing…”, George whispered into his hands.
“You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.”, Dream nosed against George’s sensitive neck.
George was afraid his legs would give out. Before he could turn to jelly, he broke away with an angry huff.
“Fine!”.
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George thought he was embarrassed before. Dream and Sapnap’s faces when he had walked out of the bedroom in the ridiculous outfit had set loose a flock of butterflies in his stomach. They coo’ed over him as they walked together through the farm. George couldn’t bring himself to smile as he posed for the endless pictures, but Dream and Sapnap’s praise let him know that was fine. He wondered if his blush would ever fade at this point.
“So, I’m your cowgirl?”, George asked.
“No. More like our…femboy cowboy.”, Sapnap decided. George choked.
He didn’t hate it…
But Dream and Sapnap didn’t need to know that.
The jean shorts were short and tight. The plaid red top was tied across his chest, leaving his tummy on display. He had a cowboy hat dangling down his back with a string around his neck and cowboy boots that went up to his knees.
George felt pretty. Actually, he felt hot. And embarrassed. And vulnerable. It was a strange mixture of being dressed up like he was nothing but a doll or toy, but admired so sweetly. He often found himself feeling that way when it came to his two boyfriends.
Only Dream and Sapnap can find that sweet spot for George. Where he can still completely trust them even when trying things that scared him or left him ungrounded. George would do things with the sole purpose of making the other two happy, but always found himself happy too.
George hopped up on the fence. He closed his eyes, tilted his head, and smiled sweetly. He was kicking his legs softly and holding himself up straight with his hands gripping the fence on either side of him. If he was going to be fawned over, he might as well put on a show. Still, the blush on his cheeks and the fluttering butterflies in his tummy refused to leave.
“You are gorgeous…”, Dream whispered. George giggled.
“So pretty…”, Sapnap nodded. George opened his eyes and waved away the compliments, giggling.
Dream stepped in close and George spread his legs to make room for his body. His giggles calmed quickly and he put his hands on Dream’s large chest. A spark of excitement shot up his spine at the size difference between them. He tapped the heels of his boots against the fence and blushed harder as he waited for Dream to make the first move.
“Mine.”, he whispered before moving in to capture George’s lips. George melted instantly and had to grip Dream’s shirt to avoid collapsing. The kiss was slow and firm, possessive. Dream’s large hands grabbed George by the waist and pulled him closer. The touch to his bare skin made George shiver.
The kiss only lasted a few seconds before Dream pulled away, but George looked like a beautiful mess. He set his eyes on Sapnap and hoped on everything he had that he would kiss him next.
He squeaked as Sapnap rushed in and grabbed his face. The kiss had more energy. George whined and tugged Sapnap’s shirt like he could get him closer.
The love in his heart for both of them was impossible to ignore. It panged in his chest loudly and clawed up his throat, desperate for George to say words he didn’t know how to.
George was breathless when Sapnap pulled out of this kiss. Suddenly, he couldn’t look at them. They made him so weak.
He shrieked as he was suddenly pulled off the fence and spun through the air.
“Dream!”, he cried through a flurry of giggles. In a flash, he was pinned down in the grass. The look in their eyes…he knew that look. “Wait!”.
“Too cute…”, Sapnap murmured as he sank to his knees next to Dream and tickled into George’s bare stomach. He screeched with laughter. Dream coo’ed and kept his arms pinned so Sapnap could have free reign.
George felt like he had been wound up tightly in his embarrassment and now he was unraveling. The playful fingers dancing against his bare skin felt like they were reaching deeper to tease his nerves directly.
Sapnap dove down and nuzzled into his bare stomach, George squealed and kicked up the grass. His skin lit up at the affection and drove hysterical giggles from him.
“Our pretty Georgie.”, Dream teased. “Cute enough to eat.”. Sapnap hummed in agreement, then nibbled across George’s shaky stomach. George screamed. “Jeez, he’s worked up, huh?”.
“Stop! Please, not that! Sapnap!”, George begged shamelessly. He wouldn’t survive.
Sapnap only giggled and grabbed George’s squirmy hips, then went right back to nibbling. The older boy was helpless. He threw his head back and cackled wildly with laughter. The ticklish nibbles attacked his sides and stomach, and there was nothing he could do to stop them.
Again, he felt like a toy. Sapnap pressed a few sweet kisses to his bellybutton and he squealed. Still, he was admired like this. Drowned in love and affection.
A raspberry to his bellybutton had him screaming again and the other two laughed as he scrambled in place uselessly.
He wasn’t going anywhere until they had their fill.
~•~
“Thank you for letting us dress you up, Georgie.”, Dream smiled.
“Whatever.”, George huffed and refused to look at either of them as they walked back to the house together. Sapnap giggled and bumped against Dream.
To anyone looking on, they would probably only see George’s annoyance. But, Dream and Sapnap could feel his love and affection in every eye roll and little stomp of his cowboy boots.
Art is by @mushyruuu-art 💙💙💙
Day 8: Possessed
Reserved by @cryptwig
Reservations are here
Here's who I write for
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All three boys had their days where they just felt a little silly for some reason. Dream referred to his as zoomies, George referred to his as feral moods, and Sapnap referred to his as possessions, saying that he felt like it wasn't fully him but something crazier with an itch to get it's hands on something... or someone. Sapnap had gone to the gym when he woke up in that mood, trying to work it out or tire himself to the point where he can no longer think about it. However, it didn't work, on his drive home, he felt his mood get worse somehow. His fingers twitching against the steering wheel as he pulled into the garage, he had texted George that he was in one of those moods and nothing was helping so he had a feeling he was hiding. He walked into the house, dropping his gym bag and toeing off his shoes, he immediately saw Dream, standing in the living room with his back to him. Sapnap felt like something had taken over him, next thing he knew he was on Dream’s back.
"WHAT THE F- Sap?! Jesus! Why-?" Dream could barely get a full sentence out before Sapnap dug his fingers into his armpits, tearing a scream laugh out of Dream, leaning over so Sapnap was basically laying on top of his back.
"WHYHYHYHYHY!?" He cried, wheezing as Sapnap reached down to squeeze just under his bellybutton, causing his legs to buckle and collapse to the floor.
"I have been itching for this all day Dream! Woke up possessed by the tickle monster or something." He said calmly, like he wasn't tickling the air out of Dream’s lungs. The blonde kicked and thrashed around the living room floor, the spread of all ten fingers vibrating into his belly had him bordering on seeing stars.
"STOHOHOOHOP STOHOHOP! GEHEHEHOHOHOHORGE IHIHIHIS IN THEHEHEHEHERE!" Dream cried out desperately, flinging his finger to the coat closet, gasping loudly when Sapnap paused entirely.
"You're not lying are you? If you are and this is a ploy to get away I will just raspberry you until you are nothing but a puddle of sweat and tears." He warned, Dream shook his pink face rapidly, shaking his hand to the closet. Sapnap stood up slowly moving to the closet, ripping the door open to find George in the corner covering his mouth.
"Dream you traitor!" He shrieked as Sapnap dragged him out of the closet.
"I'm sorry George! He was gonna kill me if he went any longer, I couldn't do it!" Dream attempted to defend, George was too busy screaming and thrashing to listen. Screaming laugh filled threats as Sapnap pinned him on his front and dug into his back ribs.
"IHIHIHI'M GOHOHOHOHOING TOHOHOHO FUHUHUHUCKING KIHIHIHIHILL YOHOHOU!"
"Me or Dream? Either way I don't believe... like at all." Sapnap chuckled from his place on George’s hips, rubbing both his knuckles up and down his ribs in opposite directions.
"FUHUHUHUCK! FUHUHUCK FUHUHUCK FUHUHUCK! STOHOHOHOP DOHOHOING THAHAHAHAT! SHIHIHIHIHIT REHEHEHEHEHED!" Sapnap backed off immediately, watching George curl up tight, gently holding his ribs since they were aggressively tingling.
"I clearly haven't been tickling you two enough, you've lost your tolerance."
THEY CAN BOTH PIN HIM AND TICKLE HIM OMGDJDKDKKDSMKDXKDK
will be forever grateful that we are getting snf content again <3
we were on such a good streak of getting these little moments and one has finally made a return
Head Hips Massager
Couldn’t get this concept out of my head, so I wrote on it. 🤷
Lee! George, Ler! Dream
Warnings: tool tickles ✨Platonic✨
Enjoy!
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Dream slowly closed the front door so that it wouldn’t make noise, the lock clicking securely before the blonde tip-toed down the hall. He was returning from a Walmart trip— which he’d initially just gone for groceries. While at the store however, he got a message from George.
He had texted Dream asking if he’d buy the British man a heating pad. Having just gotten back from the Bahamas and being immediately thrown into many wild activities with friends that had come to visit, George’s back was sore.
Of course Dream obliged and headed to the health and wellness isles. As he scanned the shelves for a suitable heating pad for the older (which he was definitely going to tease him about his age when he got home) he spotted something that caught his attention.
Hanging on a mini rack from one of the shelves was a bunch of wire-head massagers. Dream’s mind immediately shot to how one of those would feel running over his sensitive skin, his face flushing subtly and butterflies filling his belly.
He then thought of George at home, and how the poor Brit would howl at the evil massager tickling his ribs and especially his bony hips. Smirking widely at the thought he snatched one of the massagers up and dropped it into the handheld basket on his arm before returning to the task at hand.
Now that he was back at the Dream Team house, he unloaded the groceries as quietly as possible to not alert the brunette to his presence. Once finished he scooped up the heating pad, along with a glass of water, some pain medicine, and the massager and headed up the stairs to George’s room.
Dream tapped the door with his foot to knock (his hands being full) and waited for an answer, reeling in his giddy smile so that he didn’t key in George to his devious plan.
“Come in.”
“I can’t, my hands are full.”
Some rustling and soft footsteps were heard before the door swung open. George looked up at Dream curiously before melting into a soft smile, his hair slightly disheveled and his clothes wrinkly.
“I bought you the heating pad, and I also brought you some pain meds and water,” Dream spoke as he strode into the Brit’s bedroom, setting the heating pad down with the massager under it and handing George the pills and water.
“Thanks Dream,” George said gratefully before quickly popping the pill and gulping down water.
“I also brought you something else,” the blonde started, plugging the heating pad into the wall so it could begin warming up. “A bit of a surprise.”
“Ooh! What is it?” George asked eagerly.
Dream chuckled, still fighting to control his smirk. “Lay down and close your eyes.”
George complied, laying flat out with his head slightly propped up against a pillow, and closed his russet eyes. The younger smiled mischievously. He got him right where he wanted him.
Sitting next to the Brit he picked up the Massager and gently stroked it down George’s chest to his stomach. The man jumped with a gasp, his eyes flying open and curling up instinctually.
“Whahat was thahat?!?” He exclaimed.
Dream brandished the evil little tool and George’s face paled. “It’s one of those wire head massagers! I saw it while getting your heating pad and figured you’d like it~”
He lowered the massager back to George’s body, simultaneously grabbing one of the brunette’s wrists and pulling his arm away from his side.
“Wahahait Dreheheheam!!! Noho, dohohOHOHONT—!! NAHAHAHA!!” The smaller man shrieked and curled away the best he could from the wire massager that prodded his ribs. He weakly batted at it with his other arm, but it did little to deter the tickly item from traversing George’s entire left side like a xylophone.
“Geez, I figured it would tickle but I didn’t think you’d go this crazy,” Dream teased like it was the most normal thing in the world. “You must just be extra ticklish today, huh Georgie~?”
“NAHAHA DRHEHEHEAM!!! SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!! MOHOHOVE AHAHAWAY FROHOHOM THEHEHEHERE!!!” George wailed and thrashed, his eyes squeezed so tight he saw stars.
“Alright, what about here?” Dream prompted before moving the massager down to George’s bony hips, twirling and gently drilling the metal wires into his ticklish flesh.
George went ballistic.
He fell into a bout of silent laughter and arched forward before crashing back to the mattress in wild cackles. It was some of the most intense tickling he’d ever felt and he was gonna lose his mind if Dream continued any longer.
“MEHEHEHEHERCY!!! OHOHOHOHOH GOHOHOHOHOHOD PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!! IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAHD!! MEHEHEHEHEHEHERCYY!!!”
Dream stopped immediately at George’s shrill cry, dropping the tool to the bed and firmly rubbing away the persistent buzz of ghost tickles from George’s poor hip bones.
“You alright there?” Dream asked with a fond and mildly concerned smile.
“Thahahat…” George rasped through deep gasps and residual giggles “…wahas ahahwful.”
“You enjoyed it.” the blonde snickered and booped his friend’s red nose.
“If Ihi wahasn’t soho exhausted, Ihi’d be tihickling that thihing ahall over yohour belly right nohow.”
Dream shivered at the thought, considering running away before he was pulled down to the mattress and cuddled into by the tickled-out brunette.
Slowly his nerves subsided and he melted into George’s warmth, nearing sleep as his breathing slowed. Just before he drifted off however, he heard George say something that if he wasn’t so sleepy Dream would’ve been red as a tomato.
“When we wake up I’m going to make you cry with that thing.”
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this picture practically summarizes this whole thing
dream, sapnap, george, yadda yadda yadda, yeah
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"Poor George over there, the sun is just beaming him straight in the face-" Dream commented, nodding his head in the direction of a napping George with the sun pointed directly at his face. Sapnap looked over, laughing. "Dude, how is he still sleeping?" "I do- I don't know, genuinely." Dream replied, picking up the two remotes on the cushion and scooting over to sit closer to his sleeping friend. He gently played with George's hair as him and Sapnap went back to watching television.
Dream instinctively lifted his hand when he heard George prompt a noise. He lowered his hand slightly to see where it hovered before realizing somehow his hand went from being at George's head to George's neck and shoulder. Sapnap looked over and Dream gave a weak smile before lightly grazing a finger over George's collarbone. George grunted quietly, a smile forming on his face.
"mmmh.. stohop.." George mumbled under his breath, scrunching up his shoulders. Sapnap snickered. "Is he?-" "It makes so much sense, doesn't it?!" Dream took advantage of George's arm being slightly raised up and dashing his hand into his armpit. George yelped, his eyes shooting open in surprise. "DrEHEam! Gehehet ohout!" George swatted at Dream's hand, using his other hand to block the blinding sun from his eyes; he was already colourblind, he didn't need to be blind-blind. "Good morning," Dream smiled.
"It's 2 PM, actually," Sapnap mentioned, taking a sip of his water. Dream removed his hand from it's placing, and George let out a few sharp breaths before covering his pink face with a pillow. "Well it's morning time for this british fuck." Dream grinned, jabbing George in the side. A few giggles poured out of George's mouth as he rolled onto his side and brought his knees up to his chest.
Sapnap looked back at the television, as did Dream. Dream's grin turned into a larger smile as he had looked back down at George--only moving his eyes, not his full head. I'm telling you now, you wouldn't believe the scream and flurry of hysterical laughter that George emitted, throwing his head back as Dream dug his fingers evilly--one pair of fingers into George's hip, the other into his left inner thigh.
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i kinda suck writing dteam xD i sort of based the way they're talking off of other events (british fuck is what dream called george once, etc.)
hope it was ok tho :p/pos
aaand slimey out ^-^
-spookyslime
this needs to be talked about