Tiny little dnn tickle concept where Dream and George mark Sapnap as their toy.
Warning: Feet (lol)
George and Sapnap watched Toy Story together while Dream was gone and it gave George an incredible idea for when he got back home. He texted Dream through almost the whole movie.
Once Dream got home, they chased Sapnap down with a big black sharpie. He screamed his head off, but he was no match for the both of them.
When they were done with him his left foot said “GEORGE” and his right said “DREAM”. He was marked as theirs. Thus, the game for the next few weeks.
Whenever one was bored and feeling possessive or playful they would yell “Foot Check!!!”. Sapnap would drop everything and run for his life. He’d go absolutely crazy with giggles as he ran from either of them, tripping over himself and always getting caught. Then, they would inspect the foot with their own name to make sure it was still legible.
Any fading and they would retrace it while he lost his mind to the tickles. “You’re mine!”, they would reiterate every time. It was so stupid…but Sapnap really did enjoy having their names on his body. Even though it tickled so horribly when they caught him to make it darker, in the end he would have this dumb little reminder on his body that he was theirs.
The worst was when he smudged it and they would drag him into the shower to scrub it clean to write it new and fresh. His insane laughter would be almost deafening against the tiles of the bathroom.
Sapnap was theirs. No question about it.
In a way, his idiots were always with him. And a small part of him was always on edge waiting for that “Foot Check!!!”.
but what better way to come back than lee!George week??? If you didn't know (or sleep under a rock), @wishitweresummer is hosting a lee!george week, perfectly named lee!GeorgeSummer (make sure to use that as the hashtag if you contribute)! if you click this link, you can find out all the details about the upcoming week! I got to do my own lee!george week last May and it was the most incredible thing, I honestly am so excited to see what everyone does!
okay, anyway, we're starting off with day 1 - first time!
this idea came to me randomly at 5:30 this morning when I saw a random text post, and it gave me the biggest shot of inspiration, and FINALLY cured my writers block! so much so that I...wrote a pretty long one. ha ha...whoops. aaaanyway, thank you to summer for hosting this awesome week and for cheering me on while you watched me destroy george in the ending, and thank you to my partner in crime @awkwardtickleetoo for listening to me whine about writers block for months, and for supporting me through it all AND reading this before it was posted. couldn't have done this without you both, thank you so much <3
OKAY I promise I'm done rambling, please enjoy the fic! :D
Dream rolled his eyes as Sapnap called him from downstairs for the fifth time in under a minute, chuckling to himself at how impatient he could be. Despite being annoyed, he was also incredibly intrigued, and so he saved the video he had been editing before standing up to go see what all the fuss was about. On his short walk to the end of the hallway, he could hear George squealing and protesting, though he couldn’t make out what was being said.
“What is so important that it couldn’t wait until I finished the video?” Dream called as he reached the thin railing at the top of the steps, clasping his hands around it and leaning forward to find where the two boys were. However, his eyes nearly popped out of his head as he took in the unexpected scene below him.
In the living room was Sapnap, straddling a very squirmy George on the couch. George was screaming and thrashing around while Sapnap was beside himself with laughter through it all. They continued to fight as Dream quickly made his way down the steps, almost losing his balance as he refused to take his eyes off the two as he descended.
“What are you doing-“ Dream’s question was cut off by a squeal from George, who was throwing his body around so violently it looked as if Sapnap was riding a bull.
“DREAM! STOP HIM!”
“Well, what is he-“ Again, Dream’s question was cut off by a scream, this time coming from Sapnap. George had attempted to knee him between the legs, and Sapnap had barely stopped it before it was too late.
“Well now you’re really fucked, aren’t you, George?” Sapnap leaned down close to his face, invading his space with a wide smirk as George’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. He shook his head from side to side frantically, spewing out apologies and practically pleading for his life.
“No! No nohoho no! P-Please! Sapnap, come on!” George pleaded through nervous giggles as he continued to kick and squirm, attempting to escape the smaller boy in any way he could. But Sapnap held his own on George’s waist, clamping his thighs tighter together and giggling triumphantly when it effectively lessened the squirming.
“Can someone just tell me what’s going on?” Dream spoke up awkwardly, now standing at the end of the couch, unsure of what to do. Sapnap and George immediately looked towards the voice, almost as if they forgot the other was there in the first place.
“Oh, right! So, our best buddy Georgie here is- MHF!” George had successfully slapped a hand over Sapnap’s mouth, preventing him from sharing the information with their third party. Sapnap raised an eyebrow down at George, and no more than a second later Sapnap’s hands lowered onto his ribs. The hand over his mouth immediately dropped as George brought his arms to his sides, pressing them tightly against his body as he threw his head back, eyes screwed shut in what seemed to be agony.
“George are you-“
“Oh don’t worry, he’s fine! He just doesn’t want you to find out about his little secret.” Sapnap cut him off once again, causing Dream to run a hand through his messy curls in frustration.
“Shut UP, Snapmap!” George hissed from below Sapnap, articulating the dreaded nickname as he reached both hands up to try and cover his mouth again. Unfortunately for George, Sapnap’s strength was too much for him, and his wrists were scooped up into a tight hold.
“If he doesn’t want me to know, it’s okay!” Dream blurted out quickly, seeing how panicked George was becoming. Sapnap shook his head as he chuckled, looking down at George with wiggling eyebrows before he turned his attention back to the blonde.
“No, it’s nothing like that.” Sapnap started, his chuckles turning into bright giggles as George struggled harder than he had before to break free. The older boy let out a scream, trying to talk over Sapnap, which in turn only made him more keen on exposing him. George continued to scream every time Sapnap attempted to even open his mouth, and finally fed up with the boy, he placed his hand harshly over George’s mouth. When the noise was finally muffled, Sapnap flashed Dream the biggest smile he had ever seen in their time living together.
“The big secret is that our little friend here…” Sapnap raised his eyebrows as his mouth hung open, pausing for dramatic effect to make Dream laugh. “Is extremely, devastatingly, ticklish.”
Dream felt his jaw drop slightly as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, no doubt looking like a lost puppy as his two friends watched his reaction. George whined behind Sapnap’s hand, squealing when Sapnap released his previously held wrist in favor of roughly squeezing his cheek. The pinching hand was quickly slapped away, but Sapnap made sure to keep his other pressed tightly over George’s mouth. Dream made his way over to where they were on the couch, standing over them and shrugging his shoulders at the two.
“…Really? That’s it?” Dream questioned, not understanding what the huge deal was.
“No, like, Dream. You have to see it. It’s kind of insane how ticklish he is.” Sapnap explained, giggling as George began screaming behind his hand again. Dream looked down at George, purely out of curiosity, and was surprised when the brunette immediately turned his head to face the couch cushions. He chewed on his bottom lip as he turned his gaze to Sapnap, questioning the action, but it went ignored.
“I’m serious! You need to see it! No, wait. Actually, you need to experience it. You need to tickle him, Dream!” Sapnap exclaimed, giggling again when George tried to buck his hips up to make Sapnap lose his balance.
“No, come on Sap, I can see he doesn’t like it.” Dream spoke softly, craning his neck slightly as he leaned his body forward to try and get a glimpse of George. This only made him lean into the cushions more, now trapping Sapnap’s hand between his mouth and the couch.
“No no, don’t mind him! He’s fine, Dream! Just scribble your fingers here!” Sapnap poked at George’s lower tummy twice, making George jolt underneath him and causing Dream to jump back at the panicked action.
“Sapnap, no, we don’t have to-“ Dream tried again, shifting his weight nervously from foot to foot, watching as George fought for his life underneath the youngest boy. Sapnap finally removed his hand from over George’s mouth, successfully opening the floodgates to his screams and frantic laughter. George kept his forehead pressed against the cushions, leaving room for him to continue yelling as he blindly battled with Sapnap’s hands that were actively trying to render his own useless.
“It’s fine! He loves it!” Sapnap countered through bubbly giggles, his voice growing louder to drown out George’s girlish screams as he finally managed to wrangle the small wrists down against the couch.
Dream crossed his arms and tapped his fingers against his elbows in thought, trying to find the words to make Sapnap stop, when George finally turned his head away from the couch. This left room for the two to finally make eye contact. It was brief, only lasting a few seconds before George turned back towards the couch, but Dream knew immediately what was really going on. It wasn’t that George was uncomfortable like he had initially thought; it wasn’t because he hated it.
Dream was incredibly familiar with George’s tells. Like how his nose would scrunch up whenever he tried a new food he didn’t like. The way George would mess with his hair whenever he got tired, always tangling small strands around his pointer finger without a thought. Dream knew that whenever George would stomp down the steps to steer clear of him until he satisfied his inner hunger-beast.
And he definitely recognized this particular George.
The deep red in his cheeks. The glassy eyes. The continuous whining through his protests that seemed never ending. Dream knew what this really was. George was simply embarrassed.
Realizing this, Dream felt all the tension in his shoulders melt away, finally allowing his arms to drop and a smile to form over his face. He took a step forward, his knees lightly pressing into the seat cushions as he leaned his upper body over George. Already anticipating he would hide further into the couch, Dream brought a hand up to lean on the back of the couch to steady himself and used his free hand to run through George’s hair. Dream’s smile widened when George let out a high pitched whine at the feeling, angry at his body for betraying him as he leaned into the touch.
“Someone’s embarrassed.” Dream stated nonchalantly, sending George into another round of loud protests that had Sapnap in near stitches. Hearing both boys giggle only made George’s blush spread, and he quickly hid his face back into the cushion as his face continued to rise in temperature.
“Awh, is wittle Georgie embawassed?” Sapnap teased, squeezing his wrists a few times playfully to make George struggle against him more. To his surprise, George wasn’t fighting back nearly as hard anymore. Dream was still scratching lightly at his scalp, and the longer it went on the more Sapnap felt George relax beneath him. Slowly, Sapnap released George’s hands, silently observing as the wrists stayed pressed to the couch despite not being held down anymore.
“You’re both idiots.” George mumbled quietly into the fabric, bringing his left hand up to cover his ear and the visible side of his face to hide his own smile. Sapnap reached out to grab onto his wrist, ready to pull it back down, but Dream stopped him before he could. Sapnap met his eyes in confusion, only to have his features soften a few seconds later when he understood the silent agreement Dream was trying to make.
“Oh, come on, George. I can tell you love this. Just let it happen.” Dream suggested, receiving a high pitched growl in response. His hand never wavered from carding through George’s hair as he slowly brought himself down into a kneeling position, therefore freeing up the hand he was using to balance himself against the couch. He brought the hand down the front of the cushion slowly, allowing George time to stop him if he wanted to.
But he didn’t. Just like Dream expected.
“If you need me to stop, just tell me, okay?” George’s nod was almost missed, and would’ve been if Dream hadn’t been watching the blush slowly spread onto his ears. The tips of them were beginning to turn a deep shade of red, and Dream wondered if his cheeks were the same hue. He quickly dispelled the curiosity though, not wanting to make George shy away while in this very vulnerable position.
“Mh mhhm.” Sapnap and Dream exchanged a quick glance to see if the other had caught what George said, but unfortunately neither did. Sapnap sat back on his heels, providing George more space to breathe as Dream did the same. The only touch left on George was the hand steadily scratching, with Dream’s fingertips lightly resting against the seat cushion next to his torso.
“What was that, baby?” Sapnap tried to be as soft as possible, understanding the importance of keeping his tone neutral so as to not spook George.
“My…my hands.”
“What about them?” Dream spoke next, leaning a little closer in to hear the muffled speech.
“I just. I can’t keep them down once you start.” He practically whispered, bringing his other hand up to cover his face completely as he spoke. Dream moved his hand from the couch to rest it against George’s bicep closest to him, rubbing soothingly over the shirt sleeve with his thumb.
“That’s okay, angel, if you need to stop me you can.” He reassured George, carding a little more harshly through his hair as a playful gesture with his gentle words.
“Well…it’s not that I want to. I just…can’t help it.” George let his voice trail off into a whisper, obviously embarrassed about his confession. He quickly tried to twist his body away from the two, but was stopped by Dream’s sudden grip on his arm. The older boy whimpered, allowing himself to be returned to his position on his back, facing the ceiling. His hands were still clamped tightly over his face, a poor attempt at blocking the two from seeing his blush. Dream and Sapnap just about cooed audibly at that, but stopped themselves before they ruined the calm atmosphere they were currently in.
“Do you want me to hold your wrists down for you?” Dream asked. George slowly spread his fingers apart, meeting Dream’s eyes before speaking.
“No, not you! Sapnap!” He barked, closing the gaps in his fingers when the two laughed at his outburst. “You think I want Sapnap to do that to me? He’ll kill me!” Sapnap sat up on his knees with a hand thrown over his heart like he had just been shot, offended by George’s accusation.
“To be fair, he does have a point, Sap.” George giggled quietly at the comment, causing Sapnap to poke timidly into his lower ribs with both pointer fingers. Dream watched as George’s body jerked to the side, amazed at how such a tiny touch could produce such a reaction.
“See! I told you he was bad!” Sapnap playfully slapped Dream’s shoulder when he noticed him looking, further proving the point he was previously attempting to make.
“Shut up!” George screeched from behind his hands, moving them up his face slightly until he was able to lightly grip some of his hair that draped over his forehead. Dream shot one last warning glare Sapnap’s way before he turned back to George, delicately gripping his wrists and moving them slowly towards Sapnap; slow enough that George could stop it if he wanted to.
But again, he didn’t. And again, it was exactly what Dream had expected.
Sapnap took George’s wrists, moving them down until his hands rested against the couch on either side of his thighs. Dream sat up further, crowding a little more into George’s space in order to place both hands on either side of his ribcage. He looked down at George, searching for any sign that he wanted this to stop, that he was uncomfortable, too nervous, but Dream found none. And so, he lifted his hands from the couch and let them touch down onto George’s body, not moving them yet, but resting so he could get used to the feeling at his own pace.
“Fuck!” George cried out when he felt Dream’s fingers press against his lowest set of ribs, throwing himself upwards as his back arched into the sky against his will. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face into the couch again, embarrassed by his own reactions.
“I didn’t even do anything yet, George.” Dream snorted.
“I-I know but, like, I know you’re gonna!” George whined, throwing his head back when Dream poked his cheek to get him to return his head straight so they could see him. He kept his eyes closed, refusing to look at either of them but still obeying Dream’s quiet request anyway.
“It’s alright, Georgie. It’s just a little tickling.” Sapnap teased, vibrating George’s wrists softly into the couch as he spoke. George giggled at that, followed by a deep exhale he didn’t realize he’d been holding in. And after that much needed release, his nerves were finally calming down.
“I know, I know. But it’s still, like..y’know, flustering or whatever.” George grumbled, peeking out of one eye to see what the two were up to. Just as he decided to do that, though, Dream poked gently up his ribs, directly up to the highest ones, stopping there when George shrieked in response.
“Plehehease please please! No!” His laughter was louder now that Dream was focused on such a tiny, hypersensitive spot, unable to hold it in any longer. Sapnap giggled along with George as he made sure to keep the squirmy boy down, leaning forward slightly to put more of his weight into restraining George.
“You’re okay, George. Like Sap said, it’s just a little bit of tickling, right?” It was Dream’s turn to tease him, relishing in the feeling of being the one to make George react like this. He pressed two of his fingers into both sides of his upper ribs, rubbing slightly to see what George would do.
“FUCK NOHOHOHO!” George was howling at that, the sound of heavy thudding coming from behind Sapnap as George drummed his legs against the couch as he thrashed. Dream wished he could whip out his phone and snap a picture of Sapnap, who looked as if he’d just found a goldmine. Technically, it was Dream who found it, but Sapnap’s reaction was just as good as George’s was.
“Are you doing okay?” Dream asked loud enough for George to hear over his own laughter. He saw a slight nod but decided to pause entirely to make sure, not wanting to overwhelm George.
“Yehehes, I’m okay, just…please, you hahave to move!” George pleaded as he let his head lull to the side, breathing heavily through his nose as he recovered from the mini tickle attack. Dream rolled his eyes as he watched George’s chest heave up and down dramatically, still surprised at the intense reactions such little tickling was causing.
“Okay, giggly boy, I hear you loud and clear,” Dream began, lifting his hands up and wiggling his fingers over George’s torso. “How about…here?”
“Wh- NO!” George’s protest came too late as Dream tapped his fingers gently over his lower tummy, kneading gently into it and giggling softly to himself when George squealed in response. He felt his finger catch on the edge of his bellybutton, making George’s laughter jump an octave. Dream ran his fingers over the spot directly under it, back and forth, over and over, until eventually deciding to spider them out towards his hips. Sapnap bounced as George attempted to buck his hips into the air, squealing when Dream’s thumbs found his hip bones and rubbed into them roughly.
“Oh, there’s good, huh?” Dream commented, looking up to Sapnap for confirmation while George was busy laughing under his fingers.
“Definitely a good spot. I like to get there when he’s being annoying.” Sapnap answered, laughing when Dream tweaked his hip bones again, causing George to squeal through his hysterics. He noted the spot in his mind and continued his ticklish journey to the spots that made George laugh the hardest. His squeezing migrated up to his sides, eyes widening when George suddenly twisted his whole body away from Dream. Sapnap used his knee to press into George’s hip, trapping his waist down against the couch so Dream could continue tickling up his sides. Dream tested the spot further, letting his hands dip under George’s shirt to skitter cold fingertips along the warm skin.
“Dohohon’t! Plehease!” George begged as Dream’s fingers continued their venture, making sure to knead over each and every rib as they climbed higher and higher. Sapnap watched in awe as George squeezed his eyes shut tighter, a few stray tears collecting together at the outer corners of his eyes as he continued to laugh himself silly.
“Please? But I have to! You wanted this, remember?” Dream reminded him, using two fingers on each side to act as if his fingers were actually walking up his ribcage. George squirmed from side to side, as much as he could with Sapnap’s full weight practically holding him in place.
“‘H-Hold my hands Sapnap! Dream, don’t tickle me too much pwetty pwease!’” Sapnap mocked, breaking out into his own laughter when George let out what could only be described as a lion cub’s roar trying to cover up Sapnap’s teases.
“Stohop, idiot!” George pleaded through his laughter, kicking harder against the couch as he tried to expel the ticklish energy that was coursing through him.
“Awh, Dweam, I think the pretty kitty is angwy!” Sapnap pretended to pout, sticking his bottom lip out as much as he could as he looked at Dream for fake sympathy. Dream gasped at the comment, feigning surprise at George’s complaints.
“The pretty kitty is angry?” Dream stopped tickling for a moment, removing his hands from under George’s shirt and bringing one up to rest under his chin as he pretended to think over his options. “Well, I think I have just the thing to help with that!”
“Wait, no, nonono!” George cried out, throwing himself forward to try and counteract Sapnap’s weight to knock him off balance, but all he accomplished was giving Sapnap more of a reason to make him suffer.
“You wanna play it like that, baby boy? Okay, I can do that.” Sapnap spoke flatly, stopping his moments for a second before throwing himself further over George, flinging his arms up and over his head, pressing his wrists deep into the cushions as George begged and apologized profusely under him.
“Noho NO! I’m sorry! I’m sohoho sorry!” George tried to talk his way out of his impending doom, but it fell onto deaf ears as Sapnap leaned forward slightly, dragging his wrists up further until George’s arms were practically straight up over his head. The position had him completely stretched out, not only extending the area of his torso, but more importantly, leaving a very vulnerable opening under his arms.
“Sorry won’t cut it, George. We want you to be happy! We can’t have our little kitty angry, now, can we?” Dream spoke over the screaming, ignoring the many apologies and threats that were now being thrown their way. “You leave us no choice, pretty boy.” With that, Dream lunged forward, letting his fingers dance under George’s arms with speed and precision that only a ballerina could possess.
It was an understatement to claim that George lost his mind.
George screamed out, high pitched and desperate as Dream’s fingers made circles under his arms, zoning in on the very centers. His laughter was hysterical, having no choice but to lay there and take whatever tickles Dream decided to make him endure. There was a brief pause, just to let George take in a quick gasp of air, and then Dream was back to the torment.
“Surely it can’t be that bad, George.” Sapnap chortled, watching as the small body below him writhed in ticklish agony. Dream took this opportunity to shove his hands inside of George’s shirt sleeves, using his two pointer fingers to gently scribble at the outer parts of his armpits, watching for every tiny jump and twitch from George as he did.
“Yeah, I’m sure I could be doing something much worse,” Dream smirked, looking up at Sapnap with raised eyebrows as he began to spider all ten of his fingers under George’s arms. “Something like this, right? That’s worse?”
“Wh-wait, wa-AHAHAHAIT! NOHOHO!” George was full on shrieking now, squirming and thrashing and throwing his body every which way to try and escape the torturous feeling. As Dream continued the tickling, George quickly lost his ability to speak, just blurting out little half pleads here and there whenever he got a second to breathe. His head was titled so far back the two thought he might snap it off if he leaned it back any farther. The tears that had been clinging to his eyelashes finally fell, rapidly descending down each side of his cheeks, right over his ears, that were burning hot from all the laughing.
“Okay I think- woah! What- Sapnap!”
Just as Dream had noticed the tears and decided to put an end to George’s torment, Sapnap had other ideas. He let go of George’s wrists, allowing him to fling them down, nearly decapitating Dream in the process, in favor of reaching behind him to squeeze the inner part of George’s thighs. His laughter refused to go any higher, and so it went silent as he pounded his fists against Sapnap’s own thighs.
“Okay, Sap, that’s enough. We’re not trying to kill him!” Dream reached behind Sapnap, quickly putting an end to Sapnap’s vice-like grip on George’s thighs. Sapnap rolled his eyes with an overexaggerated sigh, annoyed that his fun was ruined before it even got started.
“I guess you’re right.” Sapnap pouted again as he climbed off of George, picking up his legs and placing them over his own thighs as Sapnap sat on the couch next to him. He rubbed at the sore muscles, giggling when bubbly laughter exploded from George at the action.
“Y-You were supposed tohoho be nihihice!” George weakly pointed a finger in Dream’s direction, causing the two boys to laugh along with him when he pointed the complete opposite way of Dream, his eyes still closed as he took in quick gasps through the leftover giggles to try and steady his breathing. Dream slid his arms under George’s torso, picking him up and maneuvering a very limp George into his lap as he climbed up onto the couch next to Sapnap. He draped George’s back over his thighs, using his arm as a headrest for George.
“I know, I’m sorry. It’s just hard not to get carried away when I’m tickling someone this cute.” Dream smiled down at him, bringing his thumbs up to rub the tears away from under George’s eyes. A moment later, George’s eyes fluttered open, his hands coming up to rub his knuckles harshly into them as he got used to the light again.
“Yeah, yeah. Remember that when I get you both back, later.” George threatened, giggling up at the two when they exchanged nervous glances. “Yeah, that’s right. And don’t think you both will team up on me again. You’re both too smart for that. You’ll turn on each other, just wait.”
Sapnap and Dream turned towards each other, smiles slowly fading into determined looks. Suddenly George was on his back on the floor as they both scrambled to run out of the living room, trailing each other up the steps, shouting threats and cursing each other as they made their way to their respective rooms, slamming the doors behind them. Not even a second later, George heard his phone vibrating like crazy on the couch cushions above him. He picked up his phone, smirking when he had messages from both boys, detailing each other’s weaknesses and vowing to make amends with him to take the other one down. George giggled to himself, standing up and walking over to where Patches had been sitting on the other end of the couch, snuggling up with her.
so.........day 6 anyone? I must admit this is hella self indulgent, and it's very very VERY intense. (Warnings will be listed below!) This honestly might be my favorite fic I've written for this week, and definitely one of my all time favorite fics I've written ever, so if you are able to read this, I really hope you love it like I do 🥺 (also, remember to use the # "mushies lee!George week" if you participate! thank u!)
this fic contains restraints, blindfolds, oil, tools, feet tks + (like the prompt for day 6 suggests) intense tks
Dream watched as a bead of sweat fell down the side of George’s left cheek from his hairline, noticing the quick rise and fall of the smaller boy’s chest as he took in quick breaths of air. He was clearly worried he wouldn’t have enough time to fill up his lungs before the blonde started up again. His eyes were squeezed shut and his face was a deep red. His lips - which were shades of purple from biting down on them so hard - were still parted slightly, with quiet giggles still flowing as steadily as they were moments ago. George sat with his back leaning against the headboard of his own bed, arms out to either side and tied tightly to the bed posts to prevent him from lowering them. His white T-shirt that he had started out the day in had been long forgotten on the floor, having opted to leave his bare torso open for maximum tickles. He was left in black sweatpants and black socks to match, toes curling every time that the boy felt the electric current of leftover tickles through his body.
It truly was a sight to see.
“Color?” Dream asked quietly from his place on George’s thighs, lifting his right arm and using the back of his hand to stroke the elder’s cheek softly. This earned him a small whine followed by a pitiful cough, but George was still smiling regardless.
“Green.”
“Perfect,” Dream felt himself relax at the confirmation, looking to his right at the items he had lined on the blankets beside his own leg. He picked up a long black cloth, a blindfold, and held it up in front of George’s face. “Do you wanna try this now?”
The brunette opened his eyes, blinking a few times to clear away the lingering tears from when Dream had been drilling into his upper ribs. He shuddered at the memory and shuddered once more when he realized what Dream was holding. He swallowed thickly and nodded his head slowly, refusing to meet the green eyes that were boring into him.
“I’m gonna need a verbal confirmation, angel.”
The pet name sent another round of butterflies to his stomach, squirming his hips slightly to try and tame them as he cleared his throat to answer.
“Yes, please.”
“Good boy, Georgie.” Dream giggled as the Brit let out another whine, leaning forward and holding the blindfold with both hands to move it into position. George followed Dream’s instructions, leaning forward when he was told and closing his eyes so that the blonde could adjust and tie the blindfold just right, so it wouldn’t budge with all of the thrashing the smaller boy would surely be doing.
“There we go.” George felt the weight shift from the top of his thighs to the middle of his thighs, recognizing Dream sitting back and allowing himself to drop back against the headboard. He squealed when he felt a finger wiggle on his lower tummy, tilting his head to the side and raising his shoulder to his ear when the giggles started up again.
“God, you’re just so damn cute, George. What am I gonna do with you?” Dream smiled gently as the color in George’s cheeks deepened, knowing the comment got to him more than he had intended it to.
“T-tickle me?”
Dream swore he was going to pass out right there and then. He had never seen George act so incredibly adorable and pliable in his hands before. The blonde nodded, fully aware that the other couldn’t see him but felt the need to do so anyway. A pleased giggle escaped Dream as he allowed his free hand to join in on the gentle tickles on George’s lower tummy, making the older boy yank at his restraints as his laughter grew in volume.
“Of course I’m going to tickle you! You’re too adorable to be left alone, anyway,” The blonde turned his attention back to the arsenal of tools on the bed, a pointed paint brush catching his eye and turning his smile into a wide grin. “Besides, I have sooo many toys to play with. And you’re just my little tickle toy for today, aren’t you, baby?”
“I- Dreheheam, come on, plehehease!” George lifted his head and turned to the direction of the younger boy’s voice, trying to speak directly to him. He was caught off guard and let out a cackle as Dream switched from gently tickling his lower tummy to digging his hands along his overly sensitive rib cage, smiling at the reaction it got him and continuing as he spoke.
“I said, aren’t you?” Dream leaned his body forward, purring into George’s ear as he continued to rake his fingers up and down the boney ribs before him. He made sure to press between every rib he passed, vibrating his hands with a little more force than usual to drive the point home. George cracked instantly.
“YEHEHES OKAY! I'M YOUR TI-TIHIHICKLE TOY! P-PLEHEHEASE, STOHOHOP!”
Dream let his fingers flutter to a stop, flattening his palms and rubbing them over George’s ribs once before removing them completely. Normally Dream was quick to help relieve George of the lingering tickles, but today was different. Today he wanted George to feel every single tiny ticklish feeling he could produce, just because he could.
The brunette continued to giggle, blissfully unaware that Dream was currently holding the tickly paint brush between his pointer and middle finger, spinning it slowly and admiring the small, thin bristles that he knew would drive George insane. The blonde reached for the bottle of oil on the bedside table, popping the cap as quietly as he could, but gaining the other’s attention anyway.
“Nonono, no please, Dream don’t! I….I can’t handle that, you know that!” George shook his head frantically, pulling at his arms as much as he could, knowing exactly what Dream planned on doing. Seconds later, his theory was proved to be correct as he felt gentle fingers rubbing the oil under his arms in agonizingly slow circles, tickling him in the best way and making George scream out.
“I do know that. But do you wanna know something, George?” Dream asked, unsure if the brunette could even hear his question over the intensity of his own laughter. George shook his head as the circles continued, squealing when Dream switched from using the pads of his fingers to his nails. “I don’t fucking care.”
Not a second later, George felt an extremely tickly sensation under his left arm, causing him to jolt to the right and yelp before bursting into bright giggles.
“Dreheheam! W-Whahat is that?!”
“It’s just a little paint brush, baby, what’s wrong?” Dream teased, giggling as he used the brush to draw tiny circles into the oil that was still covering the area. George thrashed to the side, pulling at his left arm and laughing harder as Dream began to focus on the outer parts of his armpit. The brunette twisted his body the best he could to try and block the tickles, grunting in frustration when Dream used his pointer finger under his right arm to make him twist back to the beginning position.
“Can’t take a little brush like this? How are you gonna handle anything else I have planned for you?” He continued to twirl the paint brush all over the sensitive skin, deciding to switch it over to his right hand to begin using it under that arm as well. George let his head drop forward in defeat, giggling his head off while Dream continued to take him apart with the gentlest of tickles.
“Alright alright, I know how sensitive you are here so I’ll give you a break,” The younger boy giggled when George let out a sigh of relief as Dream removed his hand and the brush from under his arms, smirking as he placed the brush down on the bed and flexed his fingers. “But that means I need a new spot.”
George flung his head up in Dream’s direction and he could see the desperation in the way George furrowed his eyebrows beneath the blindfold, making Dream wiggle his fingers as he hovered his finger over the helpless body before him.
“Well, you don’t need a-“
“Here seems good!”
“What? Where- DrEHEHEAM!” He kicked out as best he could as Dream’s thumbs found the dips of his hips, digging in roughly and making him scream. George tried to buck his hips up, but all he succeeded in doing was arching his back forward and giving the blonde more access to his hip bones.
“See! I told you it was a good spot!” Dream giggled happily, continuing to push his thumbs into the bones and drilling in every few seconds with as much pressure as he could. He slowly moved his fingers up, squeezing at the fleshy muscle directly above the bones and smirked when George let out a blood-curdling screech in response.
“Geez, another good spot! I’m just hitting the jackpot today, aren’t I, baby?” George scrunched his nose up at that, shaking his head wildly in disagreement.
“You alreheheady know thehehem!”
Dream giggled harder at the accusation, shrugging his shoulders to himself as he continued to scribble into the soft skin.
“I do! And do you know what’s an even better spot?”
“N-nohohoho?!”
“Here!” George was thrown into cackles as Dream slotted his thumbs into the highly sensitive area between his hips and thighs, rubbing into the muscle there and causing George to spasm and jerk every which way.
“Oh FUHUHUCK, P-PLEHEHEASE! GEHEHET OFF!” George bucked his hips up as much as he could, but it got him nowhere. Dream was sat perfectly balanced on his thighs, continuing to press quick circles into the crease and sending George into a cycle of thrashing, screaming and wailing.
Through his hysterics, he heard a knock at the door, making him turn his head quickly towards the sound as if he’d suddenly be able to see through the black cloth covering his face.
“Am I too late?” The familiar voice bounced off the walls of the room, accompanying his laughter in the smallest of ways. Dream giggled and shook his head, motioning for Sapnap to enter. George heard the door shut and his laughter increased with the knowledge that they were no longer alone.
“Whahahat do you mean ‘too lahahate’?!” George exclaimed, throwing his head back and forth to try and fling the blindfold from his head. When this didn’t work, he scrunched his shoulders up and rubbed the side of his head along them, praying that the cloth would catch his bare skin due to the sweat, but found that it was impossible with the way Dream had secured it around his head.
“Well I couldn’t completely tear you down by myself, now, could I? So I may have called in some…reinforcements.” Dream explained, running his nails over the tops of George’s thighs while he spoke to allow his laughter to calm down a little more.
“W-Why?! I- That’s…that’s cheating!” George felt the bed dip to the left of him, wincing and jerking his body away when cold fingers trailed down from his wrist to his triceps, wiggling and making him burst into giggles once again.
“Is it cheating if you asked to be taken apart, kitten?” Sapnap chimed in closer to his ear than expected, giggling harder when the younger boy began to drag his beard over the shell of his ear. As much as George twisted and thrashed his head, Sapnap followed his every move, giggling along with him and continuing to tickle him with his facial hair.
“I- I didn’t! I-” George’s protest was cut off with a firm hand over his mouth, muffling his complaints and making him grunt in retaliation.
“Don’t even try it, Georgie. We both know you begged Dream for this. You just love being a silly little tickle toy, don’t you sweetheart?”
Sapnap received a longer whine in response, sending the two younger boys into a fit of giggles as George’s cheeks turned a deeper red. He shook his head from side to side, trying to dislodge Sapnap’s hand but getting absolutely nowhere.
“He does. And he’s just so ticklish, you know? He can’t help it.” Dream added, causing George to scream out behind Sapnap’s hand in flustered frustration, trying to block out their words with his yelling but proving to only egg them on further.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, we know you love it. Don’t even try to deny it. We’ll give you exactly what you want, don’t worry.” Sapnap lifted his hand from George’s mouth, moving to tickle over his tricep again to make him laugh before he could continue to complain.
“Sap, help me for a second?” George’s triceps were finally abandoned, giving him some much needed time to take in deep breaths as Dream adjusted himself further down George’s legs, settling over his calves. He attempted to kick, trying to cause Dream to lose his balance, but this seemed to be a terrible idea as a set of small hands began to squeeze rapidly at his inner thighs. He shrieked at the surprise movement, throwing his head back and almost smacking it into the wall before falling into loud cackles and squeals.
“Here, get under his thighs for misbehaving.” Before George could think to protest, Dream lifted up onto his knees and took George’s calves with him, lifting both his legs off the bed and giving Sapnap unlimited access to the expanse over the back of George’s thighs. As soon as the wiggly fingers touched down over the upper parts, George screamed like his life was in danger. Sapnap continued to squeeze up and down the backs of his thighs, focusing on the area at the tops of them just to hear George wail.
“I-I’M SOHOHORRY! I- FUHUHUCK, PLEASE, I CAHAHAN’T HANDLE IT!”
“Promise not to try and kick us again?” Dream’s voice sounded farther away than he had anticipated him to be but didn’t pay it any mind, only focusing on getting the unbearable tickles to stop before he actually couldn’t handle anymore.
“Yehehes YES! I prohohomise!” George wasn’t ready for this to be over, Dream knew that, and so he tapped Sapnap’s arm a few times to give him the signal to slow down. Dream gently placed his legs back down onto the bed, not bothering to rub out the ghost tickles and forcing George to sit with the tingles shooting throughout his legs. The brunette whined at that, trying to rub his thighs against the blankets but failing to do so as Dream settled his weight back onto George’s calves.
“Alright, now we can move on to what most likely will be the grand finale…” Dream spoke with a mischievous tone, sending a chill down George’s spine. He felt a hand wrap around his left ankle and the realization finally sunk in that Dream had adjusted himself to face his feet. He immediately broke out into panicked giggles, scrunching his toes and using his feet to try and cover the other in an attempt to save himself from the tickles. This was pointless though as the two just gripped an ankle each, pulling them apart slightly to make sure that one couldn’t protect the other.
A loud whirring noise sounded throughout the room, sending George into another panic as he yanked at his arms with all the strength he could muster up.
“What the fuhuhck is thahat?!”
“You don’t recognize your good friend? The electric toothbrush?” George could hear the smirk in Dream’s tease, feeling goosebumps expanding over his skin and visibly shivering when Sapnap leaned forward and held the toothbrush next to his ear. He then dusted the electric toothbrush over George’s collarbone and up the side of his neck, causing him to fling himself back against the headboard with a thud.
“F-Fuhuhuck you!” George spat, immediately biting his bottom lip as he realized his mistake. It was silent for a few seconds before he burst into loud giggles, feeling fingers fluttering over both of his arches.
“Oh?” He heard Sapnap question as the electric toothbrush disappeared from his neck and felt the bed dip, letting him know where the younger boy was headed.
“Nahahaha no! I’m- I’m sorry!” He pleaded with his two best friends for his stupid mistake, praying they’d listen, or at the least, feel bad for him.
“Too late, Georgie. You’re fucked now.” Sapnap responded from what sounded like the end of the bed, feeling a new wave of panic spread throughout his body when he felt two large hands gripping his foot, grabbing at his toes and causing him to shriek. He felt his left sock slowly slide off, sending him into a panic.
“Care to do the honors?”
“I’d love nothing more, Dreamie.”
“Sahahap- Sapnap, don’t you dare- NAHAHAHA FUCK! NONONOHO!”
Dream continued to hold George’s left foot as steady as he could, pulling his toes back and trying to spread them out as much as possible as Sapnap guided the electric toothbrush between each one with precision. The youngest boy made sure to pay extra attention to the spot between his third and fourth toe, having much experience with the spot and knowing just how torturous it could be for the squealing man in front of him.
“Jesus, George, you’re so fucking ticklish, huh?” Sapnap commented, making the elder whine through his hysterics as he attempted to buck Dream off of his calves. However, Dream didn’t budge, and Sapnap only intensified the tickles by tracing his nails over the ball of his foot, holding the toothbrush down with a little more pressure to make him howl.
“Don’t forget the other one, Sap!” Dream mentioned as if he were speaking about anything other than tormenting the life out of George, giggling quietly as he switched to hold back the toes on George’s right foot, yanking off the sock and throwing it across the room before doing so.
George couldn’t see what was happening due to the blindfold holding strongly, but let out a gasp through his giggles when he heard the familiar sound of the cap opening once more. He pleaded with the two to not use the oil, begging to be let go, but his pleas fell on deaf ears and he felt the cold liquid drip onto his right foot. He was instantly thrown into cackles as he felt fingers dance over his arches, focusing on the spot right under the ball of his foot that he knew the others were aware drove him mad.
“NAHAHA- PLEHEHEASE PLEASE! SAHAHAPNAHAHAP!”
“Sorry, Georgie, I can’t understand you through your giggles! Can you try again?” Sapnap teased, taking the opportunity to shove his fingers just below George’s toes as soon as he attempted to speak again, sending the older boy into a frenzy of panicked wails and squeals. He tried with all his might to curl his toes, to push out Sapnap’s tickling fingers the best he could, but it was no use. Sapnap held onto the top of his foot tightly with one hand, pressing along with Dream’s hold to make sure his fingers stayed put under his extremely ticklish toes.
“I think we’re gonna kill him.” Dream stated as he turned his head to watch George writhe in his restraints from side to side, seeing how hard he was yanking and how wet the cloth over his eyes seemed to be. The blonde let go of his foot, allowing Sapnap to torment his arches for a few more seconds before reaching for George’s left foot, which was thrashing as much as it could with the weight of Dream on his legs holding it down.
Dream gripped the squirmy foot between his hands tightly, using the right one to tickle over the tops of his foot while the left one focused on the soles, flinging George into a whole new wave of hysterics. He kicked and twitched his foot as much as he could, but Dream’s grip never wavered. He had no choice but to sit back and take whatever torture the two wanted him to endure, the safeword stuck on the tip of his tongue but not quite ready to be heard.
“DREHEHEHEAM!” George squealed out as Dream’s fingers found the tops of his toes, using his nails to trace over the digits as they scrunched and wiggled as much as they were able to. Dream and Sapnap both laughed at the reaction, Sapnap switching to shove his fingers between all of George’s toes before using his free hand to trace over the tops of the toes he was tormenting as well. That was the final push over the threshold for George, causing him to scream out his safeword as loud as he possibly could.
“R-REHEHED! RED, REHEHED RED RED!”
At the first mention of the word, the two were quick to stop the tickling, holding onto each foot tightly and rubbing away the tickly feelings as much as possible. George continued his cackling, twisting his feet in an attempt to yank them away from the hands trying to comfort them.
“It’s okay, angel, we’re done tickling. We’re done, I promise.” Dream slid off of George’s calves, moving up to kneel by his right side while Sapnap followed his movements and situated himself to George’s left.
“How was that, hm?” Sapnap spoke softly, rubbing a hand over the brunette’s thigh and smiling gently at him as Dream reached forward to remove the blindfold. George opened his eyes slowly once the cloth was off, blinking a few times to rid them of the tears that were clouding his vision and squinting as he got used to the light. When he was finally able to open them fully, he looked between the two bashfully, embarrassed at the position he was in but loving every second.
“Ohoho my Gohohod. That was so…”
“Yeah? Was it good, baby? Are you feeling alright?”
“Yeheheheah…”
“I’m glad, Georgie.”
The giggles showed no signs of stopping as George continued to feel the ghost tickles lingering. He was smiling wide, letting his head lull to the side with his eyes closed comfortably; he was entirely blissed out from the tickling he had just endured and wasn’t sure he would ever come down from this high. Sapnap ran a hand through his tangled hair, chuckling when he hit knots instantly from how matted it was from all the thrashing the older boy had done. Dream giggled along with the two, making a move to untie George’s right wrist with Sapnap mirroring him and undoing the left.
After the two had untied him, rubbing his wrists and soothing them in the best way they could with their soft touches, George allowed himself to relax, slipping down and laying against the blankets below him. After a few moments of silence, he smiled up at his best friends, turning a bright shade of red before clearing his throat to speak.
helllooooo everybody!! i just saw Project Hail Mary in theaters and thought it would be cute to write a little tickle fic for it!! I hope you enjoy! :D
Human Discoveries
Lee Grace / Ler Rocky
Word Count: 1,855
Rocky finds out something interesting about humans, and about Grace.
!!! Slight Project Hail Mary Spoilers !!!
it doesn't really spoil much but i just wanted to be safe :)
The interior of the Hail Mary spacecraft was a bit of a mess at the moment. Eridian Rocky and Earth science teacher (slash newly become astronaut) Ryland Grace were sitting on the floor, working on creating xenonite models.
Not only were the models helpful for the two to use to communicate when language barriers occurred, but Grace thought it would be nice to show them to the science team back on Earth. It would make explaining his and Rocky’s plan easier, since recording his research on video diaries meant he couldn’t answer any live questions or clear up any discrepancies.
“Where is ♫♪♬, question?” Rocky asked.
Grace looked up at him from his place on the floor, unable to understand the last part of his sentence. “What?”
“Where is ♫♪♬ model, question? Rocky cannot find,” the Eridian elaborated. He rolled around in his ball, searching for the missing model piece.
“Can you be more specific, please? What does it look like?” Grace started searching around as well, lifting stuff up and looking underneath them in an attempt to help his alien buddy.
“Small,” Rocky replied.
The human shot him a blank look. “Great. Very helpful, thanks.”
Rocky paused. Wait, there it was. It was caught on the side of Grace’s jacket. “Rocky found,” the Eridian announced as he rolled over.
“Huh? Where?” Grace looked around, the model piece following him as he turned.
“On you,” the alien pointed.
Grace looked down at himself, his body twisting around like a dog chasing his tail. He somehow still didn’t find it. “On me? Where?”
Rocky rolled closer to him. He would just get it himself. He reached out towards the human, putting his claw through the meshy, flexible part of his portable enclosure. “There-” He tried to grab the model piece off of Grace, but with all the moving around the human was doing Rocky missed and ended up grabbing his side. It shouldn’t have been a big deal, but Grace just happened to have rather sensitive sides.
A tingly feeling shot through the science teacher’s nerves at the touch. “Gah!” He yelped and leaned away from the Eridian on instinct. A small smile crept onto his face.
Rocky’s head tilted in confusion. He had never heard him make a sound like that before. The alien cautiously backed away from him. “What happen, question? Did Rocky hurt Grace, question?” He asked nervously. His two front arms joined together as he waited anxiously for an answer.
Grace awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. “Oh, no, no, sorry. I’m fine, uh, I’m just ticklish,” he admitted sheepishly.
There was a pause for a second. Then Rocky spoke up, “What is that?”
Oh goodness. How on earth was Grace going to explain something like this? He doubted a being from another planet would share the similar trait of being ticklish. “Um,” He put his hands on his sides as he tried to think, “Humans have certain areas on their bodies that when touched in a certain way, can trigger a self-defense response. It’s like… a tingly, uncomfortable feeling. But it’s also sort of fun in a way?” He seemed unsure of his own answer.
Even though he had no face, Rocky looked fascinated. He took a second to ingest all the new information given to him before asking another question, “Is this with all humans, question?”
“Uh, yeah, mostly. Not with everyone, but it’s with a lot. Some people are more ticklish than others,” Grace answered. He totally wasn’t thinking about himself as he said that last part. Nope. Not at all.
Rocky hummed in thought. He had a claw up to his mouth as he pondered. “Can you show Rocky?” He asked.
Grace squeezed his eyes shut and sighed quietly. He was hoping he wouldn’t ask that. “Uh, sure,” he agreed to it anyway, not wanting to let his alien pal down. It was for science! Now how should he do this? He slid off his jacket revealing a goofy science-related T-shirt underneath and set it off to the side. He slowly laid down on his back and spread out his arms. “Here, come closer,” he motioned. Rocky did as told.
“Uh, every human is different, but some common ticklish spots are the stomach, the sides, underneath the arms, and the bottoms of the feet. You can um, try it if you’d like,” Grace felt his face heating up as he explained. Holy moly, this was so embarrassing. He’s a scientist sent on a mission to save his planet yet here he is explaining tickling to an alien.
Rocky put an arm out. He retracted it in hesitation before slowly reaching back out again. He gently poked Grace’s side, trying to mimic how he did it before. Then he opened his claw and closed it, dragging his fingers down the human’s side. Grace tensed up as the fluttery feelings started to come back. He jerked away as a smile started to reappear on his face. Guess it was working.
“Y-Yeahah. Lihike that.” Wait, why was he encouraging him!? Rocky repeated the motion before adding another claw into the mix. This turned Grace’s light snickers into bubbly giggles.
Rocky paused. “What is funny, question?” He asked.
“Nohothing. Laughing is a reaction, remember?” The human answered, some residual laughter escaping him.
“Oh, okay. Rocky understands. Can Rocky try again, question?” He was so genuinely curious that it was endearing.
“Uh, yeah, sure. Go ahead, buddy,” Grace nodded reluctantly. Another new record to add to his mental collection: First Human to be Tickled by an Alien.
The Eridian crawled back over. Hmm. Grace mentioned that human stomachs gave this reaction too, right? He reached further out, trying to replicate his poking and nudging motion but this time on Grace’s belly. His soft body felt so different from Rocky’s hard exterior. It was cute.
“Squishy. Squishy. Humans are so squishy,” he commented. He brought out another arm and tried spidering his claws into his stomach like it was dough. Grace’s reaction was instant, even stronger than anything Rocky tried in the previous spot. Grace sunk into the floor as his stomach retracted as much as possible, trying to escape the tickly sensation. Intrigued, Rocky did the motions again, but faster.
Grace squealed like a kid. His legs bent inwards as his body tried to protect itself. He tried to stay as still as possible in order to give Rocky the best demonstration he could muster, but holy cow was it difficult! How was Rocky so good at this!? Maybe there was a form of tickling on Erid. Or maybe Grace was just really ticklish. Or maybe it was both.
It had been a while since Grace had last been tickled, it wasn’t really something that came up often in his life. Heck, it had even been a while since he’s laughed this hard. It felt nice in a way, like nostalgic. Being the only human in your spaceship meant that you started to forget what physical affection felt like.
Grace continued to giggle and squirm on the Hail Mary floor as his alien friend prodded and squeezed at his ticklish spots. He let Rocky have his fun for a few more moments before deciding it was time to toss in the towel. “Ohohkay, Ohokay! Uhuhuncle! Rohocky, stohop plehehease!” He called out.
The alien stopped as soon as Grace said so and backed away. He still couldn’t understand completely what was happening, but it was fun. And it was nice hearing Grace laugh. He liked knowing his friend was happy. Human bodies felt so different than Eridians, they were so soft. It was interesting.
“Rocky like that. Grace laugh so much! Rocky never heard before. Rocky like ♪♪♬♬,” the Eridian chirped happily.
Grace assumed that was Rocky’s word for tickling. He would have to add that to the dictionary later. “Good, glad you do,” he grunted as he sat up on the floor. He felt like he had just run a marathon or something. He adjusted his glasses and ran a hand through his hair.
Rocky could hear the human’s increased breathing and started to feel concerned. “Is Grace okay, question?” He hoped he didn’t hurt him on accident.
“Yeah, I’m fine don’t worry. It just has been a while since I’ve last been tickled, I’m not used to it,” Grace replied.
Rocky was still curious about the subject. “Was Grace ♪♪♬♬ a lot on Earth, question?” He asked.
Grace tried not to laugh. It was funny imaging grown adults tickling each other on a daily basis. “Uh, no, not at all. It’s not really a common thing that occurs. Unless you’re a kid.”
“Why?”
“Um,” the human thought for a second, “It’s just kind of weird for adults to do unless they’re close. It’s too personal. It’s kind of embarrassing.”
This just raised more questions for Rocky. “Embarrassing? How embarrassing, question? Rocky like it.”
Grace felt his cheeks heat up. “Uh, I don’t know. I guess I’m just kinda too old for it,” he responded. The truth was that he was a little insecure about being so ticklish. His ex-girlfriend used to tease him about it. She thought it was cute while he thought it was embarrassing. He’s a grown man, for Pete’s sake! He shouldn’t be giggling like a little kid! Thinking back about his past relationship made him feel a bit depressed. Stupid Mark. He probably wasn’t this embarrassingly ticklish.
Rocky could sense that he felt a bit down. Poor Grace, this shouldn’t be something he’s insecure about. Rocky tried to comfort him, “Grace should not be embarrassed. ♪♪♬♬ is fun! Is cute! Is normal for humans.”
Grace looked over at him. Perhaps Rocky was right. Grace was only human after all. “Thanks, buddy,” he smiled and leaned on Rocky’s bubble. Rocky leaned back, getting as close as he could to the human from inside his ball.
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“We had a lot of good findings recently, I feel like our project is rolling along smoothly,” Grace reported, looking up at the camera. He had decided to record another video diary for the team back on Earth. “Plus, we’re learning more about each other’s species and stuff, which is pretty cool.”
As if on cue, Rocky rolled into the room. He sat and listened, staying just out of sight. Oh, Grace was doing another one of those video things. Rocky got an idea. This would be funny. He snuck up behind the human then suddenly started poking his side in the middle of Grace’s sentence. “Tickle. Tickle. Tickle,” he teased playfully.
“Like for exampl- Ah! Rohohocky!” Grace jumped out of his seat, giggles escaping his mouth. Rocky couldn’t help but snicker along with him. Grace’s face heated up as he adjusted his hair and glasses, trying to play off what just happened. He cleared his throat, “Oh, and also, Rocky found out what tickling was.”
“Hi,” Rocky waved to the camera, “Is fun! Rocky like.”
The two may have had lots of language barriers between them, but Rocky and Grace could at least be comforted knowing the universal sign for happiness: laughter.
He wasn’t really tickled very much as a kid, and he certainly hasn’t experienced it much as an adult, so it isn’t until you come around that it becomes a common occurrence for him.
He doesn’t know what to think of it. The first time you got him, it was an accident. You were carding your fingers through his hair, and your nails grazed his ear. He jumped near out of his skin.
Definitely 100% absolutely ticklish in “weird places”.
Ears? Ticklish. Palms? Ticklish. Shoulders? Tops of his feet? The bend of his elbow? All stupidly ticklish.
In fact, one of his really bad spots is his biceps, especially if you get him pinned down really good. Just tracing your nails oh so gently from his elbow to his armpit is enough to have him a giggling mess.
Poor guy cannot at all tolerate being teased, especially if there’s any sort of praise involved. He’s so awkward about compliments, he short circuits every time you call him cute or talk about how pretty his laugh is.
He doesn’t handle anticipation very well at all. He’s very cocky up until he knows he has no way out of it. Smartass remarks very quickly turn into half-assed bargaining points. Once he’s pinned down, it’s just a mess of rambling and poor attempts to convince you to let him go.
Chronic lip biter. He’ll do everything in his power to fight back giggles and hide his smile. Not that he does a very good job of that but he does try.
“Hey, w-wait— hold on! Can’t we talk about this?”
No.
Absolute worst spots for this guy are his ribs and hips, but his thighs are definitely an honorable mention.
Incredibly susceptible to kneading and squeezing, but if you have long nails, spidering and clawing at his ribs will break him.
Loud as hell.
He’s very grumbly at the beginning because he’s actively straining to force himself not to laugh. He growls and huffs and tries to act all angry, but that never lasts more than about 30 seconds before he’s a cackling mess.
Baby talk and fake pity don’t really work on him. It definitely gets under his skin a little, but because he begs and barters with you so much, the worst thing you can do to him is ignore him, or pretend you didn’t hear/understand what he said.
He doesn’t have a problem saying the word or generally talking about tickling, but he will NOT tell you he’s a in a lee mood.
Not that it matters, it’s blatantly obvious when he’s in a lee mood. He gets way more energetic, and significantly more sassy than usual.
Rocky has in fact told on him for being in a lee mood (more on this further down), to which Ryland responded by teaching Rocky the word “snitch”.
I cannot stress enough how easily he breaks, and you can always tell when he’s just about reached his limit because loud cackles turn to weak, desperate, breathless laughter riddled with pleas and apologies.
Aftercare is always the same for him. He likes to lay his head in your lap while you comb your fingers through his hair, and he’s always left with this big dopey grin and his eyes glazed over, pupils blown out like saucers.
Ler Headcanons
This man is a mean ler.
He loves tickling you.
If he’s working on something or researching in the lab, he’ll hold you in his lap and tickle you with one hand while the other stays busy with the task at hand.
“Can you stop squirming? I’m trying to focus.”, and then he’ll tickle a worse spot on purpose specifically so he can punish you for “distracting him”.
Begging gets you nowhere.
“Please? Please what? Please stop? Mmm no.”
You remember the fake pity that I mentioned doesn’t really work on him? Yeah. That’s because he’s using it all on YOU.
“Aww it tickles? Yeah? Poor thing. Too bad you can’t get away, huh?”
This man absolutely loves a chase, and he has never been above calling himself the tickle monster.
Gets stupidly into the role. Growling and manhandling you and biting. Never enough to hurt, but enough that it tickles like crazy.
He’s very aware of the power of his stubble, and he uses said power very liberally.
Pretends he’s gonna let you go/lets you think you’ve escaped just to drag you back by your ankle when you start to crawl away from him.
Taught Rocky all about ler moods and lee moods and tickling in general because Rocky once found Ryland tickling you to absolute pieces and freaked out.
“Grace! Let go! They ask you to let go!”
So Ryland stopped just long enough to explain to Rocky that he wasn’t hurting you.
“Why you keep going when Grace mate say they not like tickling, question?”
“Because they’re a liiiiar!”
He proceeded to use you to demonstrate to Rocky all the different spots a human can be ticklish, along with different ways a human can be tickled.
He has never crossed the limit or made you use your safeword, but he sure knows how to get close, and he’ll intentionally make sudden movements long after he’s done just to watch you get all giggly and jumpy and nervous over nothing.
He absolutely pins you down just to hover and wiggle his fingers over one particular spot
“What’s wrong? I’m not doing anything.”
Just mean for no good reason.
Asked Rocky to make him a set of those claw rings, and told Rocky they were a present for you.
Quizzes you with science questions while he tickles you.
Tickles you more if you get them wrong/can’t answer them.
“You’re not taking this very seriously. This is very important information and you’re laughing.”
I have many many more thoughts about Ryland Grace, but I’ll leave it there for now.
idk what it is, but i love bob and wade talking about what makes mark laugh right in the middle of him dying laughing
“the same joke’s been making him laugh just as hard all day,” “you just have to find a new way to say the same joke, that’s the trick,” “once you find something that makes mark laugh like that”
Oh man. I like laughter. I like when humans laugh. I like when people make each other laugh. I like when people enjoy laughing and seek out the things that make them laugh. I like it when people laugh so hard they cry. I like when people make that strangled squeak noise as they push out the very last of their air and then draw in a big gasp. I like it when people wheeze and cough and make silly noises. I like it when people can barely talk through their laughter. I like it when people enjoy mirth and togetherness in such a human thing. I like giggles and snickers and huffs and cackles. I like laughter a normal amount and I *don't* think excessively about it every day. I definitely don't get really really flustered when my friends or anyone I admire is giggling really bad and they can't even talk because they're so lost in mirth and their words are barely more than squeaks and OH MY GOD if it's because of ME? I will die. I love it when two people were laughing but they finally calm down and then they look each other in the eyes and immediately start laughing again. I like joy and happiness and laughter and friendship. I'm so normal. I love it when people enjoy other people's laughs. I love it when people want to make other people laugh. I love it when people tickle each other in order to make them laugh. I love it when people can just let everything go and relinquish control of their body and mind in a moment of pure, real, unadulterated love and laughter. the trust it takes to give someone the power to make you laugh yourself sick. the absolute reward it is when it happens. the vulnerability of it. ohhh man my face is red. i like laughter i like tickling i like human behaviors i like them a lot. ok. p. post over
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