After everything is settled with the Egg, the Dream Team take a much needed vacation and take much needed time with one another.
Next part of the AU is out! I have like maybe 2 other fics ready to go as well they'll come next week.
Enjoy~
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George knew from the moment Dream and Sapnap hugged, the two would be inseparable. They never said it out loud but both of them were sweetly affectionate. Before the kingdom was founded, they sought each other out.
They’d cuddle and hug daily. Sapnap’s hand would seek out Dream’s hair. Dream gave kisses out freely and would peck Sapnap’s cheek whenever he went by.
Now after their reunion, they were practically joined into one person.
It was both embarrassing and endearing to see them cling to one another so affectionately. It almost looked like George was the third wheel to their love, but he felt no jealousy as he watched them. George knew where he stood in their hearts as they knew with his. While they showered each other in attention they had missed over the year, George was still very much included.
They’d made it out of the creepy tunnels with Sapnap and Dream joined at the hip. They (George) had dug a tunnel out after following the decaying vines. Since Sapnap’s home was literally steps away, they all crashed there, passing out almost immediately.
The next couple of days were chaotic. Everyone was out and about helping get rid of the vines. The Dream Team was no exception but it was hard to help out when every time Dream stepped out of the house everyone would stop and stare. Of course it might be said the people’s obsession to hunt Dream down was from the Egg, it was still clear things were rightfully tense.
The people openly stared at the three, but none of them approached. That oddly made clean-up faster, letting the three clean up most of the vines around the garden and town. Then as soon as it was done, Sapnap approved of a break and the three were immediately off to George’s cottage.
As soon as the three entered, a nest was set up in the front room with the softest blankets and pillows. They each had their own room and space, but right now they needed each other close.
The next few days went in a blur. They slept close by one another, ate in the same room and spent every hour they could together. If George wanted to hunt, Dream and Sapnap would follow. If Dream wanted a nap, George and Sapnap would snuggle up. When Sapnap wanted a movie day, Dream made a comfortable set up on the couch and George got the popcorn.
The blissful days reminded George of how it used to be. The three of them lazing around until the call of adventure pulled them off. When it had all been so simple and easy.
It might not have been exactly the same but inside George’s cottage it felt like nothing could get to them.
George poured out the fresh popcorn into a bowl but his path to the front room was blocked by a huffy, snoring Cauliflower.
Since Sapnap’s return the pig had stuck to Sapnap’s side just as much as Dream had, so when they moved to the cottage it was natural she would follow along. She had been circling George as he readied the popcorn and threw a tantrum when she was denied a piece, now blocking his way back.
“Miss Cauliflower. Move.” George tapped her with his foot. Cauliflower snorted and moved herself ever so slightly with her back legs. It was awkward but George stepped through the inch of space she had given him and turned back to sleep.
“Thank you.” George huffed and came back to the couch where Dream and Sapnap had snuggled up.
Sapnap laid back on the arm of the couch, half sitting half laying. Dream was draped over him like a blanket, humming as one hand played with his hair and Sapnap’s other hand was flicking through the channels of the TV.
“What are we watching?” George asked as he settled onto the other end of the couch. Almost instantly Dream placed his feet right into George’s lap, which George had to quickly move the bowl away to not spill the popcorn.
“I’m trying to find something.” Sapnap quickly flicked though the channels, far too fast for George to even see what was going on.
“I’m gonna fall asleep if we watch a movie.” Dream said lazily. “Put on some game.”
“We’re watching a movie.” Sapnap’s voice was just as lazy but still clear. “Fall asleep then it doesn’t matter.”
“I don’t wanna sleep.” Dream huffed, then he tilted his head up. “Give me that!”
Dream made a grab for the remote and Sapnap pulled it up and out of his reach. “No. Snatching.” He warned.
George knew exactly what was going to happen. Dream’s eyes sparked with the challenge. There was a tense pause. Complete silence. And then Dream launched himself up. He made a grab for the remote which he suddenly missed and his wrists were suddenly snatched up.
“George! Grab his ankles!” Sapnap barked as he held both of Dream’s wrists in one hand. George was caught off guard for a moment before grabbing as he was told. Dream tried pulling his leg away which became an awkward tug of war until Sapnap pulled him taunt and tickled up the side of his ribs and down to his hips.
“SAPNAP!” Dream squealed and arched his back as far as it could go. He struggled more but George had a better hold of his ankles since he was was focused more on wriggling his torso away.
“L-Let mehe go! Thaahahat—AAAHAHAHA! NOT THERE! NOT MY STOMACH!”
Sapnap made his hand into a claw shape and scribbled back and forth over Dream’s stomach like he was strumming a guitar. Even with his tunic on it tickled madly judging by Dream’s scream.
“You gonna snatch from me again?” Sapnap raised his voice over the roar of laughter.
“NO! NONONO! PLEASE!”
Sapnap gave a nod to George and they both let go. Dream instantly turned on his side to curl up, falling off both their laps and onto the ground. His fall was cushioned by the blankets and pillows just lain around them, but he still whined. “Ow...”
“You’re fine you baby.” Sapnap chuckled. He leaned back on the couch again to his comfy position. “While you’re down there you can fetch the remote.”
It had dropped as Sapnap focused all his attention to the tickling. Dream turned his head up, eyes on it then he looked back up to Sapnap and George. Sapnap’s focus was between whatever what on the TV and glancing down to Dream. He could see the same mischievous glint that George caught in Dream’s eye.
A silent second passed and then Dream grabbed the remote and bolted.
“Dream!” Sapnap shrieked and despite how fast he was at following, Dream had made it to his room and slammed the door shut. Despite Sapnap try, the door wouldn’t budge.
“You’re just gonna be in much worse trouble Dreamie~!” Sapnap’s voice was sickly sweet. “If you come out now I’ll just get your armpits. If you make me go in and get you, I’m gonna wreck you.”
George watched the scene as he leaned over the couch. This was common occurrence before, that Dream had no shot of winning.
Sapnap turned back to George with a wicked smile on his face. “George? Would you like to help me hold him down?”
“George! Don’t you dare!”
If he wasn’t helping Sapnap, he’d be on the target list. Seems like an easy choice to make.
“Sure, I’ll help.”
“GEORGE—!”
Dream’s cry cut off as Sapnap pushed against the door. Whatever Dream had propped up against it, whether it was his body or something else, was no match for Sapnap’s strength and he slowly pushed his way in. George was quick, coming to Sapnap’s side and slipping into the room.
In the next few days the Dream Team were still as close, but the overwhelming need to be stuck together at all times had faded. They no longer worried each of them would vanish if they were out of each others sight.
Dream would go off in the early morning to hunt and bring in food for the day. George would take naps in the afternoon as the two would would spar. At night after dinner Sapnap would return to Kinoko Kingdom for a few hours and then come home and fall into bed between George and Dream.
Today, George was debating on going mining. Dream was napping on the couch after coming back from his morning hunt and Sapnap had left to take a lava bath. George was trying to make a list of anything he needed or wanted from the caves, but he couldn’t really focus. His mind was wandering to thoughts he really didn’t want to think.
The starry haired God pleading before him. The hurt in their face burned in George’s head. No matter how much he pushed the thoughts away, just a moment of quiet, and he’d be back there.
“Hey. You spacing out?”
Dream’s voice shocked him out of his thoughts. George quickly wiped his face and turned his head to Dream stumbling into the kitchen. His hair was still messed up from his nap and he was wiping dried in drool from his chin.
Thank Prime. Something else to distract him.
“Where’s Sapnap?” Dream asked as he stumbled to the sink for water.
“He’s out for a lava bath. He said he’d be back sometime at noon.”
Dream hummed before swallowing down the glassful. “Well, while he’s not here, I wanted to ask you. You remember when we were in that Egg’s chamber?”
Literally the very thing George did not want to remember. He knew his lips twitched, but Dream said nothing to it as George nodded. “It was kind of hard to forget.”
“Do you remember that really tall guy? With the horns and fire hair?”
It was impossible to forget him. He had stayed behind as they went to rescue Dream but he was so impossibly tall and imposing. “Yeah...?”
“He looks like Sapnap. Right?”
“Well... Y-Yeah a little...”
“A little?! They look identical!”
They weren’t completely identical but they were similar. Far too similar. And they knew each other too as George remembered the glare Sapnap would give him and how viciously he snapped whenever the guy tried to talk.
But then George remembered, Dream wasn’t there for that.
“Well, yeah they look alike. Sapnap must know him too. They seemed familiar with each other.”
“They did?” Dream’s eyes suddenly lit up. “How?”
“Well they...talked...technically. Look what does it matter?”
“Well don’t you think it’s a little strange that Sapnap has a supposed God who looks like him? Like me and XD... Like...”
“Don’t.”
It was the very train of thought George did not want to go down. His brows knit together so tightly, the look must have given Dream the message as he just averted his eyes. “It was just...a thought. I was just curious...”
The topic needed to be changed. Now.
“I was just planning on going mining.” George rolled his shoulders and sat up straight by the kitchen table. There were loose papers in front of him with the start of a list written on it. Nothing more written than just the number one. “Do you want to come along?” He asked hopefully. Suddenly the idea of being in a cave, alone with just his thoughts, was the worst idea. But then being alone when Dream had these ideas of God look-a-likes might be worse.
“I actually had another idea.” The sleep was slowly dropping from Dream’s voice, picking up with an interesting lilt. He came to the kitchen table, sitting opposite George.
“Yeah?” George raised an eyebrow.
“I was thinking of getting revenge on Sapnap for that wrecking he did the other day.”
It was cute how even though Dream avoided saying the word, his cheeks still flushed a light pink when talking about being tickled. It was cute enough George couldn’t resist.
“What, when he tickled you?”
The light dusting was now a burning red. Dream covered it by annoyance and huffing. “Yes! That! I want to get revenge on Sap for that.”
It would have been foolish for George to point out he had helped Sapnap in that instance; even giving Dream a few good tickles as well. He just nodded, snorting a little as Dream tried to compose himself. “Okay, how do you want to get him? He is much stronger than both of us.”
“He’ll be tired after his bath.” Dream quickly replied like he had thought this all out. “And the moment he gets tickled, he becomes as strong as a kitten.”
“Okay...what’s the plan?”
A wicked grin grew on Dream’s face and he laid out his plan.
Sapnap had returned back to the cottage a little after noon. He came into the cottage, stretched and fell forward onto the cloud of pillows and blankets.
Perfect.
“Hey Sapnap.” George greeted as he came from his room. He jumped over the back of the couch, lounging above Sapnap.
“Hey...” Sapnap’s voice purred and he slightly lifted his head. Since water would ironically burn him, the only way Sapnap could have anything close to a bath was a lava bath; which was common to demons. The lava would burn off the dirt, but it was also similar to a hot tub or sauna. It made Sapnap sleepy, and soft.
“Good bath?” George asked.
“Mhmm...” Sapnap nodded and stretched out. “Where’s Dream?”
“He’s still napping. I think we’re just having a lazy day today.” George slowly slipped down to the blankets beside Sapnap. He stretched one hand out and kneaded gently into Sapnap’s back.
Sweet giggles muffled into Sapnap’s arm and he half turned over. “That tickles...”
“I’m not trying to. I’m trying to give you a massage.”
“Just out of the goodness of your heart?” Sapnap was suspicious as he had every right to be. Perhaps mindlessly George would rub their backs or brush through their hair if they were lounging and watching something. Never unprompted.
“Maybe? Is that so bad? You want the massage or not?”
Well Sapnap was hardly going to refuse. “Fine. Just... Be careful. You know my back’s ticklish.”
“I know I know.”
Sapnap lay on his front and George climbed over his back. It would be so easy to tickle along his back, but George held back the urge, trying to keep his touch firm for a massage. Right as Dream said, Sapnap melted into the pillows. Few times George thought he’d fallen asleep, but a small knead under his ribs and Sapnap chuckling quickly corrected that.
“Don’t fall asleep.”
“’m not...” Sapnap’s words slurred, deep with sleep. He moved slightly as thought to wake himself up more, readjusting himself to the pillows. Right at that moment, George heard Dream’s bedroom window open just slightly. He just had to hope Sapnap couldn’t hear it.
George gently poked to the back of Sapnap’s ribs, making him giggle again and hiding the light sound of Dream sneaking out his room. He had an armful of feathers and carefully snuck to the couch, while George kept poking.
“S-Stohop...” Sapnap shifted his hips like he was trying to knock George off but it barely even moved George. Perfect.
“You’re falling asleep. I’m keeping you awake.”
“You’re n-not you’re t-tihickling mehehe...”
“You like being tickled though.” Dream said.
Before Sapnap could properly respond, Dream was quick in sitting himself over Sapnap’s shoulder blades. Sapnap woke up then but his moves were sluggish and he couldn’t act fast enough before Dream pulled up his top, and started running the softest feather down his spine.
“N-Noooohoho... Dohohon’t!” Sapnap’s begging was just made all the cuter with his sweet giggles and muffling into the pillows to hide his pink face.
“Listen to those giggles! You’re loving this!” Dream cooed in that sweetly voice George hated when it was used on him, but now he giggled along with it.
“Not there...ahaha! G-Gehet off!”
The feather trailed to the end of Sapnap’s spine, at the edge of the waistline of his shorts, and then flicked and zigzagged it’s way back up. George grabbed a few of the smaller feathers that Dream had dumped and let them flutter down to Sapnap’s back. He watched Sapnap squirm and uselessly try to shake them off before George grabbed a stiff feather and drew shapes along the back of Sapnap’s ribs.
“That’s not the right thing to say when you want the tickling to stop.” Dream grabbed another feather and now had two tormenting Sapnap’s sides. Each one fluttering and licking up and down Sapnap’s side while George swished his feather over Sapnap’s lower back.
“Noooo! Nohohoho...!”
“Push us off, if you want. You’re big and strong.” George teased. “If you hate it so much you can make it stop.”
“I d-dohon’t wahant to h-hurt yooohohou two!”
Dream scoffed to the very idea of it, but he slowed his tickling and signalled George to do the same. The feathers stopped their swishing and pulled away from Sapnap’s skin. The only thing tickling him now were the small fluffed up feathers swishing as Sapnap wiggled his hips.
“We’ll stop tickling you when you admit just how much you missed me. Say how sad you were your good pal Dream was gone.”
Sapnap huffed so hard George was surprised he didn’t pass out. It would have been easier for Dream to march back to the Ender Dragon and extract a fang than getting Sapnap to admit he missed him. The Dream Team were no stranger to showing affections to each other, especially in high emotional moments, but getting them to openly talk about them was a different story.
Dream was an open book of every emotion he felt. George would scoff and call them idiots while speaking about it. Sapnap was fine to talk about his feelings, though sometimes it was like pulling teeth. He’d be mostly quiet. Especially under threat of tickling where his pride was on the line.
“Fuck off!” Sapnap predictably replied.
“Well that’s a shame.” Dream shrugged and picked up the feathers again. George followed along, lifting his own. “Looks like you just want to be tickled.”
The feathers came back to Sapnap’s skin. George’s swayed up and down Sapnap’s spine, while Dream went back to his sides. He had thrown aside his fluffy feathers and picked up two stiffer ones, sawing them up and down Sapnap’s side who squealed.
“N-NAAAHAHA...hehehehehe! Stohop! Stop! That tickles!”
“Oh shocker.” Dream cooed. “All you gotta do is just admit you love me and it stops. It’s real easy.”
“I-I should-AAHAHAhahahaha... I should h-hahave thrown your ass back in jail!”
George stopped tickling then as Dream had a well. George hesitated to look up, worried for Dream’s reaction but instead of anger or shock, Dream was grinning. He abandoned the feathers, gave Sapnap a warning of “oh you’re going to GET it!” and tickled his ribs mercilessly.
The reaction was instant before George could warn him. No longer being softly tickled got Sapnap’s strength back. His back arched as he yipped and chortled his laugh and then he pushed himself up to escape. Dream either didn’t believe it would happen, or he was too lost in tickling Sapnap, but either way he tumbled forward. His hands tried to brace himself to stop the fall but all that did was collide with and push George down.
“Ugh! Dream get off!”
“I didn’t fall on purpose!” Dream groaned but as he tried to push himself up, he was pressed down further.
Sapnap had quickly recovered from his giggles, and laid over Dream. His weight pressed his friends to the ground, and his hands dug into their ribs and sides.
“NAAHAHA! FUCK!”
“SAP! NOHOHO!”
“You two think you can team up on me? That’s cute!” Sapnap cooed to them as he quickly straddled over Dream’s back, keeping them both pushed down. “Real cute!”
“NO! Sapnaahahap! It-It was Dream’s ideaaahahahaha!”
“You snake! I ne-ehe! I never fohohorced yohohohou!”
The lazy haze of the day gave Sapnap some mercy, or he was still feeling soft. He relented on the tickling and flopped over the two into a messy cuddle pile. Dream and George whined, still crushed under his weight before they were allowed to shuffle around and settle.
“How cruel to gang up on me.” Sapnap dramatically pouted.
“Cruel? You can carry both of us with one arm. We need to team up on you!” Dream defended his position, which got his sides a quick taser.
It was a half hearted tickle fight that George quickly slipped away from. “Idiots.” He grumbled, and watched fondly as Dream scritched over Sapnap’s neck. “We can’t just sleep and tickle each other all day again.”
They didn’t hear him or didn’t care. George got himself something to eat and threw snacks to the two of them. Even if he was trying to watch something it was hard for George to ignore the two softly calling for him, and eventually he slipped down, back into the bed of pillows and into their arms. Sapnap snored on his left shoulder and Dream curled up to his right side.
There were still other worries, nagging at the back of George’s mind. Things he couldn’t ignore forever. But right now in the middle of his most treasured people, George was at peace.
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!!!”.
~•~
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.
~•~
“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.
~•~
“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!”.
~•~
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.
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.
boxers🤤🥊 if you want to talk about boxing im your gal!!!!
with the upcoming match, sapnap needs to train duhhh and on his first day hes super super confident.
macho sapnap strides into the dteam home gym but dream and george very quickly destroy his confidence and remind him he is not the top dog lmao.
the gloves give such good indication of where exactly dream needs to grab his wrists - theyre like big red signs screaming ‘look at whats below us look at how small these wrists are in comparison he has no chance!!’ dream might even tease him about the gloves, speaking into his ear from behind ‘oh theres no way my hands would fit in those! theyre far too big, unlike yours’
i totally agree with george taking advantage of sapnaps (really sensitive😵💫) ribs. its even worse than usual tho bc sapnap cant wriggle off the gloves OR flex his fingers fully to relieve some tension and it makes him feel crazy.
maybe when he gets out he gets really mad and starts swinging at george. dream laughs while george is like ‘help me dream hes gonna hit me!!!!!’
an actual boxer au where sapnap is in an interview and dnf crash it to be like ‘yeah we’re his bffs that train with him and we have a very interesting routine! it focuses mainly on endurance wink wink’
now… youre telling me a strong scary boxer with one hell of an arm and a mean scowl buckles like a daisy under even the slightest bit of tickling um do you genuinely promise??????!!!!!
sapanp would be so screwed in a pin tho (not manifesting that for the fight😭😭 just like in general) yeah he has reasonable strength and is probably good at movement like dodging and positioning but in a pin he freaks the f out ‘oh my god i cant move this is it for me why is all my strength gone’ and then you add TICKLING??? i think it just might kill him… idk theres really only one way for dream and george to find out 🙈
dream laughs at him and thinks boxing is easy so sapnap challenges him to take his place but when dream does he gets tickled to tears as well… not so easy huh :/
george doesnt go near them for the next few days for fear of tight boxing gloves being shoved over his ‘already pretty useless in a fight’ hands.
its so funny seeing videos of him where he makes little slaps like a cat as his way of fighting😭 also having been part of the gang up effort on both dream and sapnap he knows the payback is going to be brutal.
(btw, dont imagine sapnap losing it bc he doesnt know if hes going to have his sides squeezed over his shirt or under his shirt, so he just has to stare at georges hands and wait…)
this is so random lol hii mushie
I might’ve gotten a little bit carried away…
anyway. rambling under the cut
No bc we all know that sapnap is cocky af always, regardless of if he’s unevenly matched or not, so it’s no surprise when he drags dream and george into the home gym with 100% confidence that he’ll beat both of them easily. But when he’s suddenly cornered by the two of them, he’s scrambling to rip his gloves off so he has an opportunity to at least try and fight back
this only draws attention to them, and dream’s wrapping his hands over the velcro around sapnap’s left wrist before he even realizes what’s happening. dream tugs him roughly, spinning sapnap around and crowding him from behind, and most importantly, grabbing sapnap’s free wrist. now, dream is towering over him from behind, stretching sapnap’s arms into the air and leaning in so his stubble brushes against sapnap’s ears as he teases him about how small he is; about how powerless he is “What are those, kids sized gloves?” “i didnt know they made boxing equipment for toddlers!” “why is your face so red, sap?”. and while dream focuses on making his face warm up to a dangerous degree, the only thing in sapnap’s view is a very giggly george, standing just inches in front of him. he’s suddenly very aware of how tiny he is between them, and sap’s mind blanks at the thought. he swallows thickly and does the only think he can think to do
Sapnap starts begging, pleading, both cursing and proclaiming his love for them at the same time - anything he can think of to get them to back down. But instead george reaches an arm out and pokes into sapnap’s lower ribs on the right, making him jolt into george’s waiting hand on the other side that sapnap hadn’t noticed before. The two laugh along with sapnap’s squeals as he wiggles back and forth between george’s hands, making the pokes a little more harsh each time his hands connect with sap’s body. his hands are balled into fists inside the boxing gloves, tightening at every quick jab into his ribs. But when sapnap tries to flex his fingers to dispel even the tiniest bit of ticklish energy he’s experiencing, he finds that he can’t, and he panics even more through his frantic giggles. George starts to scratch and squeeze at the warm skin under sapnap’s shirt, right along his sides, but only every few times, driving him insane at the idea of not knowing when the tickling is suddenly gonna get so much worse. sap tries to keep his eyes open long enough to watch george’s hands, trying to anticipate the next move, but his lil puffy cheeks get in the way from laughing too hard, and he fails miserably.
At this point, dream and george are teasing him, but sapnap has no idea what they’re saying. Dream has sapnap’s arms lifted so high into the air that he’s basically balancing on the toes of his sneakers, and george is rubbing his knuckles into sapnap’s ribs with a force so hard he thinks he sees god. Eventually, sapnap is kind of just dangling there, laughing deliriously as george so lovingly tears him apart, so dream loops his forearms under sapnap’s biceps, shifting positions and holding him up that way, making it almost easier for george to continue his reign of terror on sapnap’s poor lil ribs ):
(…also the whole “in a pin he freaks the f out 'oh my god i cant move this is it for me why is all my strength gone' and then you add TICKLING??? i think it just might kill him... idk there’s really only one way for dream and george to find out” thing wtf i’ve been thinking about this wording nonstop for days…….anon…….pls anon……..anyway...)
By the time they let him go, sapnap’s face is drenched in tears and sweat, his hair is stuck to his forehead, he’s bright red, and he’s mad (well, he pretends he is. In reality, he actually loved every minute of his torture <3). He starts swinging at whoever is closest to him, who happens to be george, and george is cackling, running away from him and hiding behind dream, still egging sapnap on even as dream is holding him back from literally ripping george to shreds.
When sapnap calms down, dream teases him playfully, poking at him and making fun of how “small and pathetic” he looked getting wrecked to pieces in the boxing gloves. So sapnap challenges him to take his place. dream grabs his boxing gloves from one of his long lost hobbies many moons ago and lets sap get into position behind him. Sapnap wraps his arms around dream’s elbows, pulling them closer together so that dream’s arms are pinned behind his back, and successfully pushing out dream’s torso because of their awkward height difference. George doesn’t give him the chance to balance himself.
his hands are immediately under dream’s shirt, skittering over the center of his tummy and making dream stumble back against sapnap, almost bringing the two of them down to the ground. Sapnap repositions them, and in retaliation george starts to lightly pull at the bottom edge of dream’s bellybutton with his pointer finger, keeping his free hand skittering along the lower part of his tummy as he did so. And when george still wasn’t satisfied with the level of desperation in dream’s laughter, he leaned down and started nibbling into the dip of dream’s waist, sending him into hysterics. Apparently the combo proves to be too much for dream, because his knees completely give out, and in less than five minutes, the big scary ler is a crumpled lil mess of giggles and tears on the gym mat floor. He apologizes profusely to sapnap in exchange for mercy <3
now…George is the weakest of them all, and he knows it, so he darts out of the gym immediately after dream falls to the ground. He hides from them for the rest of the night, knowing they’re both undoubtably planning his demise - he’s the one who tickled the life out of both of them, afterall. So, of course, the next day he’s on edge around them. wincing whenever one of them brushes their hand along his back when they walk by him, or when they creep up on him from behind, just having fun with the anticipation of it all. And the worst part? having to listen to the two talk about him like he’s not even there. “Can you imagine george in that position? He’d never survive!” “No, he definitely wouldn’t. You’ve seen how useless he is when he’s tickled normally, what’s he gonna do when he’s completely helpless?”. and it builds for daaaays, until george is about to be super brave and ask them outright to wreck him, to just get it over with, but decides against it. He knows better.
they bombard him a week later, though, after george is practically vibrating with nerves and going crazy with anticipation. they hold him down against the mats, kneeling on either side of george. they each take a hand, shoving a boxing glove onto each one as george fights them the entire time. after they finally secure them, dream and sapnap dig into the muscles of george’s ribs and inner thighs until he’s screaming, crying, pleading, begging, banging his useless little fists into the ground (and into dream and sapnap) as hard as he can <3
also i couldn’t ignore the au mention……the thing you wrote about dnf crashing an interview and talking about how they train with sapnap without saying it……….can you imagine the blushy cheeks? the way he’d pull the brim of his hat down to cover his face as he got more and more shy the more dnf talked about it?????? the lil breathy giggles and pleads for them to drop it???? and no one would understand but the three of them, and dnf would push it as far as they could bc theres nothing they love more than seeing sap squirm (and of course sap gets them both back tenfold after the interview <3)
Welcome to part 2 of the tickle monster au! 😁 Part 1 here <3
Lee! Sapnap yay ❤️
Warnings: swearing ✨platonic✨
Fanart of the fic at the end!
Enjoy!
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It wasn’t just a dream. It couldn’t possibly be, because half a week later Dream continued to be tormented by the monster under his bed every night. At 12 AM on the dot Dream would be woken up by velvety tendrils teasing his poor hypersensitive body, the shadowy being to whom they belonged taunting him while staring down at him with its bright purple glare.
Dream would be forced to endure the tickly torture until the being decided it was full. Sometimes it would only tickle the blonde for an hour, sometimes three. However it never seemed to stay past 4 AM.
Dream was starting to visibly deteriorate from having his sleep interrupted nightly. Sapnap and George began to notice how quiet the taller was, how he seemed more sluggish, and of course the massive purple bags under his eyes.
When the blonde did talk to his two roommates the conversation would always inevitably devolve into Dream swearing up and down that the monster was real and George arguing back that it was simply not possible. The change in dynamic was making Sapnap anxious.
Sapnap wanted to believe it was all merely a recurring night terror, Dream was still only getting worse. Whenever Sapnap or George would even brush past the bigger man he would flinch away with a heartbreaking whimper, like his nerves were shot from whatever he experienced every night.
It was Wednesday after nearly a week that Dream snapped, shouting loudly at George while they had been bickering:
“If you don’t believe me then why don’t you see for yourself?! Spent a night in my bed, you’ll believe me then!!” Dream then stormed off to his room fuming, leaving his half-eaten bowl of cereal forgotten on the table.
George scoffed and muttered something about how Dream was being dramatic and began scrolling on his phone but Sapnap stared down the hall after the older, turning over the words in his head.
The brunette spent all day thinking over what Dream had said until he finally made up his mind. Approaching the blonde’s bedroom door, he knocked softly on the wood.
“Dream?”
“Come in.”
He turned the door handle and opened the door to see Dream staring at his monitor blankly, seemingly editing a video. “Hey Dream.”
“Hi Sap.” He croaked.
Sapnap sat on the edge of Dream’s bed, quickly crossing his legs on the mattress when the thought of the possible monster living under it itched at the back of his brain. After hesitating a moment, he finally spoke.
“I thought about what you’d said this morning,” he started, staring at his hands while he fidgeted nervously.
“Yeah? What about it?” Dream prompted, spinning around to face Sapnap.
“We can… we can swap beds tonight. I’m— I’m worried about you, and if you’re this serious about this… monster… then I’ll spend the night in your room.”
Dream looked like he was about to cry. He quickly leaped out of his chair and hugged Sapnap around the neck, startling the younger man. He blinked and gingerly wrapped his arms around the blonde.
“It’s okay Dream, it’s alright.. it’s not that big of a deal.”
At least that’s what Sapnap hoped.
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Sapnap opened his eyes to the dimly lit ceiling of Dream’s room. He blinked blearily and turned his head to read the clock on the bedside table: 12:00 AM.
“Well what do we have here?” A deep voice purred, startling Sapnap into full awareness.
The brunette lifted his head off the pillow to look down the foot of the bed, only to see a looming shadowy blob towering above him.
“Wh-What the f-fuck???” Sapnap stuttered.
“You’re not Dream. Perhaps one of his housemates?” The creature pondered, it’s big catlike eyes never blinking as they glared hungrily at the man in the bed.
“N-No, this— this isn’t real,” Sapnap’s voice shook as he began to realize that Dream wasn’t lying— and also that he was stuck to the bed.
“Oh it’s very real,” the being purred. “In fact, allow me to show how real I am.”
Many long shadowy tentacles unfurled from the creature and crept towards Sapnap’s vulnerable body. Sapnap simply struggled and watched in terror, cursing himself for choosing to sleep shirtless.
At the first stroke against the brunette’s body, he knew he was going to die. The velvety texture of the tentacles against his bare skin sent shockwaves of tickles through his whole body, and it was intense.
“Wahahahahait!!! Wahahahait plehehehease!!!” He cackled, squirming left and right as dozens of tendrils explored his upper body. “Wehehehe cahahahan tahahahalk ahahahabout thihihihis!!”
“I’m afraid there’s nothing to talk about. Laugh for me, tickle toy~”
Unbearable tickling invaded Sapnap’s underarms and threw the poor man into hysterics. “WHAHAHAHA WAHAHAIT NOHOHOHO!!! GEHEHEHET OHOHOHOUTTA THEHEHEHERE!! FUHUHUHUCK!!”
Tears pricked the corners of Sapnap’s eyes, it was so much. Tentacles tickled his armpits, ribs and eventually his thighs ruthlessly. His chest ached with how hard he was laughing— how hadn’t he woken up Dream and George yet?
“You’re quite ticklish, and I thought Dream was sensitive!” The creature teased, his low rumbling voice worsening the electric tingles that flooded his system.
The next morning Dream awoke feeling relieved. He hadn’t been tormented in the middle of the night, and it was refreshing to get a full uninterrupted night of sleep.
He left Sapnap’s room and headed to the kitchen, but as he walked past his door it opened and out walked a disheveled and exhausted-looking Sapnap.
The brunette looked up at Dream with bloodshot eyes, taking a long time to seemingly process the man in front of him, before finally he spoke.
