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wishitweresummer · 8 days

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This one’s goood

Something Nice

hiiiiii! so it's been a while since I was able to finish a wip, and I'm super excited I was able to finish this one! this was started back in October, but I got some inspiration to finish it randomly this morning and...yeah, here it is :D it was supposed to be a drabble originally, but I got kind of carried away. oops. anyway, I hope u all enjoy! :3

(lee!Sapnap / ler!Dream : 2.4K words)

this fic contains feet nibbles

“I’m going to do something nice for you.” The voice came from Sapnap��s doorway, making him turn his head quickly towards the sound and finding Dream smirking back at him. Sapnap swallowed thickly, immediately recognizing the mischievous look.

“Oh no,” Sapnap started, turning his body in Dream’s direction as he walked fully into the room, making his way over to the bed where Sapnap was laying, his ankles crossed and phone in his hand. “That look. It’s making me nervous.”

“Don’t be nervous, why would you be nervous?” Dream’s voice was sweet and gentle, but the smirk showed the opposite; it continued to spread further across his cheeks as he sat down on the edge of the bed, the material of his sweatpants just grazing the top of one of Sapnap’s socks.

“Well, I don’t know! You have that smirk on your face! …The one you always do whenever you’re about to do something batshit crazy.” Sapnap locked his phone and let it fall against the bed next to him as he pushed himself up onto his elbows, looking at Dream and letting out a flustered huff when the blonde tilted his head to the side in fake confusion, still smiling brightly.

Sapnap jumped when Dream twisted more towards his body, turning his attention to Sapnap’s feet and clamping a hand down over his ankles. Sapnap gasped when he felt the grip tighten and a second later he was sitting up, his legs yanked from Dream’s grasp and pulled up to his chest. The brunette covered the tops of his feet with his hands, shaking his head quickly and staring at Dream with wide eyes as nervous giggles began to spill out of him.

“Sapnap.”

“Whahat?!”

“Hand over your toes.”

The next few seconds were a complete blur - strong hands wrapped around Sapnap’s ankle and suddenly his leg was pulled away from his body, sending him flying back against the blankets before he could regain his sense of balance. He scrambled to adjust himself, pushing his body up off of the bed to sit straight again, to fight back, but Dream pushed him back against the covers harshly. He let out a whine through his laughter, bringing his hands up and covering his face when he felt the blush beginning to color his cheeks with bright red warmth.

The two sat in silence for a few seconds before Sapnap finally forced himself to look at Dream, slowly moving his hands from in front of his eyes and letting them settle against his cheeks instead. He inhaled sharply, throwing himself into a coughing fit when he saw the older boy leaning down, his lips inches away from his own foot with a devilish smirk spreading wide across his face. Sapnap yanked at his foot, whining through his coughs when it didn’t budge an inch.

“Nohoho! No! Dream, don’t!” Sapnap cried through his panicked giggles, using his other foot to push at Dream’s hands as hard as he could. Dream simply grabbed the stray ankle, pulling it towards himself and wedging it between his elbow to keep it in place. The blonde chuckled at Sapnap’s frantic frenzy, shaking his head and using one of his pointer fingers to flick at his big toe.

“Don’t what, Sap? I’m not even doing anything yet and you’re screaming!” Dream grabbed the top of Sapnap’s sock and pulled up gently, slowly uncovering the foot and giggling when Sapnap’s giggles grew higher in pitch as he continued to protest.

“Because I know what you’re gonna do!” Sapnap whined, bringing his hands up to cover his eyes once more as his toes curled against the cool air. He heard mischievous snickering coming from the end of the bed, making his head spin at the thought of what Dream was about to do.

“I don’t think you do, sweetheart.”

Sapnap opened his mouth, prepared to protest and sass back at Dream when a scream tore from his throat instead. He flung his hands down against the blankets, shooting forward into a sitting position as Dream nibbled on his pinky toe. Sapnap squealed when the blonde let one of his canines lightly graze the pad of it, reaching forward to yank at Dream’s curls to get him to stop. Dream pulled back briefly to dodge the flailing hands, raising an eyebrow at the younger boy in disbelief.

“Do you really wanna be doing that right now?” He questioned, his smirk growing when Sapnap shook his head from side to side with enough speed to send his black bear hat flying. He turned to grab for it when he felt another push against his chest, throwing him down against the sheets once again as Dream leaned back in for a second round of nibbles - this time on his fourth toe.

“NAHAHA PLEASE! DREHEHEAM!” Sapnap screamed through his laughter, pulling at both ankles and bringing his hands up to grab at his own curls. But Dream ignored his pleas, even going so far as to pull back for a moment, taking in a deep breath despite Sapnap’s protesting, just to land a devastating raspberry on the arch of his foot. It sent Sapnap into a round of hysterics, feeling tears well up in the corners of his eyes from how hard he was laughing. Dream looked up, watching Sapnap laugh himself silly before leaning down to blow another raspberry, this time closer to his heel. Another scream tore through the air as Sapnap convulsed, unable to control his reactions.

“Jesus, Sapnap, you can’t handle raspberries anywhere, can you?” He teased as he watched Sapnap continue to squeal, planting another raspberry on the arch of his foot but shaking his head this time to make sure his beard scraped at the sensitive skin. Sapnap threw his head back at the action, no longer able to fight and thrash with how badly it tickled.

“Plehehease Dream!” Sapnap begged, whining when he felt Dream’s teeth scrape against his middle toe instead. A low chuckle came from the blonde as he moved to nibble both the third and second toe, sending Sapnap into a flurry of loud squeals and laughter. Dream surged forward suddenly, placing a cruel raspberry on Sapnap’s ankle to make him shriek.

“I always forget how ticklish you are here,” Dream commented, using his pointer finger to trace circles around the bone of Sapnap’s ankle. The smaller boy winced at the feeling, falling into high pitched laughter as he wiggled his foot to try and break free.

“Nohoho, please!” Sapnap whined, making Dream giggle and stop the ticklish action. Dream leaned back down towards the wiggling foot as Sapnap watched in horror, unable to stop him.

“Poor thing.” Dream pretended to be sympathetic, throwing a sad pout and the biggest puppy dog eyes at Sapnap as they made eye contact. The brunette shook his head, pleading with his eyes through his nervous giggles, but Dream continued his plan regardless. He leaned in slowly, giving Sapnap time to shriek before his teeth connected with the boy’s big toe, sending him into hysterics.

“FUHUCK! NOHOHO, plehehease!” Sapnap was wailing, feeling every nibble along the pad and stem of his toe. He attempted to curl it, trying to prevent Dream from biting the most sensitive parts, but it was no use. The blonde had him trapped, forcing him to endure the most ruthless tickling he had ever felt.

Dream pulled back for a moment, allowing Sapnap to take in a sharp breath, only to have it knocked out of him a second later when the nibbling migrated to the arch of his foot. The ticklish shockwaves spread up his leg, making it convulse against the sheets at an alarming speed as if he were being electrocuted. He felt nibbles at the heel of his foot, making him squeal through his laughter. Sapnap wiggled his foot again, feeling his toes press against Dream’s beard and immediately pulling them back to rid them of the ticklish feeling. Dream smirked at that and moved himself up slightly, letting his beard rub against the sole of his foot once more. Sapnap squeezed his eyes shut, praying to anything and everything that Dream stops before he tickles him to death. But much to his dismay, the nibbles began again; this time on the ball of his foot.

Sapnap went silent as his hips jerked up off the bed, exploding into raspy laughter as he crashed back down into the blankets. His hands twisted into the sheets, switching from pulling them up to slamming his fists against them. It was the worst tickling yet, and Dream showed no signs of stopping as he continued to nibble on one of the most ticklish spots on Sapnap’s body. He was in ticklish agony. A high pitched scream ripped from his throat, making Dream pause at the force of it.

“Woah, Sap, you okay?” Dream asked with slight concern in his voice. Sapnap was still laughing with his eyes twisted shut, shaking his head from side to side as he attempted to catch his breath.

“It tihickles!” He replied deliriously. Dream chuckled as he rolled his eyes, releasing the other foot he had been holding captive with his arm. He used both hands and began rubbing at the twitchy foot, now pink with little nibble marks scattered across the skin.

“I know, it tickles so bad, huh?” Dream teased, making the younger boy whine through his residual giggles as he nodded his head. He allowed Sapnap to continue letting his giggles out, still rubbing the tickle-abused foot with enough pressure to finally relieve it of the ghost tickles. When the laughter finally stopped, Dream immediately missed it. He glanced up at the boy on the bed, his chest still heaving as he tried to regulate his breathing. Despite this, Dream decided he needed to do one more thing.

He leaned down slowly and placed a quick kiss to the center of his foot, causing Sapnap to jerk his leg back with a cackle. Dream still had the foot in his grasp, so he continued to plant kisses all over the soft skin. He kissed down Sapnap’s arch, leaving a few along his heel before making his way up the outer edge, making Sapnap wiggle his toes as he continued to giggle. Dream giggled along with him, kissing across the pad of his foot and over the ball of it. His toes curled at this, once again resting against Dream’s beard and making him squeal before he pulled his foot away as far as he could. This only caught Dream’s attention, and he placed two kisses on the pads of every one of his toes. Sapnap was in near hysterics again, his laughter very quickly turning squeaky, and Dream could tell he was finally at his limit.

“Okay, okay, I’m done, sweetheart.” Dream spoke quietly, sitting up and rubbing the ghost tickles away. Sapnap whined, flexing his toes before curling them, letting himself relax into the gentle massage he was getting. Dream watched as Sapnap took in a huge breath of air, seeing his chest rise and then deflate as he slowly released it.

“Fuck.” Sapnap swore through his giggles a few moments later, when he finally got his breathing regulated again. Dream smiled as the smaller boy cracked open an eye, glaring at Dream in fake annoyance before the giggles took over. The blonde rolled his eyes, standing up from the bed and scooping Sapnap up in his arms bridal style.

“Wh- Dream! Put me down!” Sapnap giggled wildly as Dream bounced him a few times in his arms, kicking his legs out and almost making Dream drop him.

“Hold on, you little idiot! I’m just moving the blankets, relax.” Dream replied with a chuckle, using one hand to reach down and fold the messy blankets down to reveal the sheets underneath them. He gently tossed Sapnap down onto the bed before climbing into it, grabbing the blankets and pulling them up to cover both himself and Sapnap.

“You were mean.” Sapnap commented as he curled up close into Dream’s side, tucking his head against Dream’s neck and giggling when the elder let out a tiny squeak in response.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, I just had to!” Dream giggled as Sapnap rubbed his beard into the crook of his neck in retaliation, bringing his shoulder up and accidentally knocking Sapnap from his cozy spot.

“You just had to?” Sapnap questioned with a growl, leaning up on his elbow and looking down at Dream with his eyebrows raised. Dream nodded as he continued giggling, and Sapnap quickly wiggled a finger into the boy’s tummy to make him squeal. His hand was quickly snatched up and brought to Dream’s lips, feeling a quick peck against his knuckles that made him blush and return to his place under the blonde’s chin.

“Yes, I had to, you little menace.” Dream rolled his eyes as he felt Sapnap relax against him. He wrapped an arm around Sapnap’s back while Dream’s other hand found its home in his hair, smiling when Sapnap let out a contented sigh.

“Whatever you say.” Sapnap replied, letting himself melt into the comfort of the fingers carding gently through his hair. He closed his eyes and let out a big yawn before wrapping an arm around Dream’s torso, getting himself comfortable.

“Whatever I say, huh?” Dream questioned, receiving a little hum in agreement. He smirked, placing a kiss on the top of Sapnap’s head before going back to playing with his hair, allowing his own eyes to close as he felt the sleepy atmosphere take over the room.

“Well in that case, we’re doing the other foot when we wake up.”

He felt Sapnap tense at that, causing Dream to giggle quietly as he pulled the smaller boy closer to him. Dream squeezed him tight to his chest; mostly because he wanted the cuddles, but also for another, more sinister reason- so that Sapnap wouldn’t be able to escape his tickly fate.

#read it read it read it

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wishitweresummer · 8 days

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Official details for my lee!George week!!!

Lee!George Summer 2024

June 1st - June 7th

~details below~

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- Fanfiction - Art - Concepts - Headcannons - Fic Rec Lists - Mood Boards - Ficlets - Playlists - Whatever! -

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(***Please tag correctly! If you create something that is NSFW make sure to tag me at @darknightsofsummer and I’ll reblog you there instead.)

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This is my first ever week!!! I have friends from all different sides of the community so I’m hoping to get a lot of different content inspired here! <3 If you want to join and have questions, let me know!

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(Special thank you to @mushiewrites for making me the main informational image!!! And also helping me think of the prompts and listen to me talk about this nonstop. <3)

(I used an app called VistaCreate to make most of the prompt day pictures.)

((I’m going to reblog this post every once and awhile, then more and more often as the week gets closer!!!))

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wishitweresummer · 9 days

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Filled to the Brim (GeorgeNotFound x Sapnap)

Word count: 863

Little ficlet because Sapnap was being just too cute on his 24 hour stream. <3

George always had such a hard time figuring out what his feelings were, and more importantly, how to show them. Sometimes they just built up inside him until he felt like it was pouring out of ever crevice of his body, making it obvious how he felt. Like with one look you could see everything written all over him. It could be overwhelming.

Today, Sapnap was finding every little way to make those feelings bubble out. Well, he didn’t know he was doing that to George. He was streaming, actually.

Sapnap’s attempting a 24 hour stream. George narrows his eyes at the monitor and wishes failure on him. He was laying in bed on stream and just looked so cute and cozy. The affection George felt in his chest was burning him from the inside out.

“Alright guys, I think I’m going to give up. Seventeen hours was a lot, though!”. Oh, George could have done a cartwheel.

He leaned closer to the stream and watched as Sapnap began the process to end. The second he was finished, he found himself tearing down the hallway towards his best friend.

“George.”, Sapnap smiled and settled back into the blankets as George entered.

“Hi.”, he grinned, feeling dumb. “Cuddle?”.

“Gogy cuddles? Of course!”, Sapnap was definitely surprised, but would never say no to George.

George dove in and wormed his body in as close as he could, making Sapnap giggle. That affection in his chest only got worse. He nuzzled his face into Sapnap’s neck and breathed him in, a little frustrated that his feelings weren’t subsiding.

“George!”, Sapnap squeaked out through a flurry of giggles. “Did you just sniff me?”.

“Shut up…”, he murmured into the warm skin and nuzzled his nose in more to make Sapnap squirmier.

“That’s tickly.”.

“Stop moving or I’ll bite you.”.

“George!”, he laughed.

The stupid fuzzy feelings were building instead of disappearing. This is where most people would probably just open their mouths and say something like ‘You're my best friend.’ or ‘I love you, dude.’. But like always, George couldn’t figure out just how to spit it out. This was the usual, but there was something about today making it worse.

Sapnap squirmed and giggled, pretending like he was trying to pry George off of him but actually not getting anywhere. George loved how Sapnap was so willing to be shown affection and give it back. He wished he was the same.

But, he wasn’t. And Sapnap’s dumb little giggles were making it worse with every passing second.

It was time for drastic measures. George snuggled in closer, delighting silently in Sapnap’s warmth. Then, he slipped his hands under the boy’s sweatshirt and tickled fast at the stomach and sides underneath. Sapnap squealed and twisted in George’s arms.

“Hey!”, he cried, then couldn’t help but fall into that raspy laughter as he tried to get George’s sneaky hands out of his sweatshirt. “Don’t tickle me!”.

George couldn’t help the stupid smile plastered across his face at the sound of Sapnap’s laughter. He shoved his face back into his neck and bathed in the sounds of his best friend being happy.

“Stop!”, he whined through his laughter. George only slid his hands up and wedged them into Sapnap’s sweaty armpits. The boy practically screeched, jolting in George’s arms. “George, please!! What the…fuck!! Get out!!”, he burst into a more frantic laughter. George could cry, he was so happy. His best friend was warm and happy and adorable and his. Even though Sapnap was desperately trying to get away, it was too late. George already had him in his trap. The way he was jolting around and squealing with every new wiggle of George’s fingers. The way his laughter bounced around, panicked at the tickles. Maybe he could feel George’s love like this.

George curled in even closer, letting his hands slide down to poke and play with Sapnap’s ribs. The child-like laugh that startled out of him made George coo.

“Shut up!”, Sapnap squeaked out, flustered.

He pressed his face impossibly closer to his neck, trying desperately to soak up every bit of happiness that was radiating off his best friend.

“What’s going on?”, Dream’s voice startled both of them.

George’s cheeks burned, feeling a little caught as he slipped his hands out if Sapnap’s sweatshirt. “Aww!! A little post-stream cuddle party?”.

“He’s tickling me…”, Sapnap said dazedly as he went a little limp in George’s hold. Man, he was being too cute. George grinned sheepishly. “He’s mean.”, the words were filled with giggles. It made George feel giddy.

George felt underneath the blankets for Sapnap’s hips and beamed at the loud squeal that resulted. He looked over at Dream like ‘See?’. Because look at how cute their friend is! He needs to be tickled!

Sapnap grabbed his hand and tried to roll on top suddenly, making George laugh and push back.

“I need some help here!”, he called out for Dream and grinned as he felt the weight drop onto the bed behind him.

“Guys!”, Sapnap’s voice pitched up all squeaky and cute, full of panic. Little did he know, he was just digging his grave further.

#missing snf

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wishitweresummer · 13 days

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HAI SUMMMERRRRR 🩵Me 🩵 you! /Pos /p

You're still my favourite writer aaaaa been rereading your fics 🩵✨

I can't (/// your fics never fail to get me to be in lee moods. And. And. Aaaaaannnnnndddd

Your writing always improves every time and it's incredible —

AAAAAAA how!? It's amazing!! The way you structure the story to make it flow? It's like a cup of tea ☕ makes me too smiley reading your works in the characters voices and imagine it in my head and it works without failing every time!! /pos

Blueberry muffins and Glass house are my favourite fic series from you each chapter makes me smile and giggly because it's cute and /// teasy- MORESO CUTE

I don't know what possessed me to write all of this ;w; I couldn't hold the appreciation for Summer Slay \•o•/

<3!!! 🩵💜✨

Thank you so much Lola, you’re so sweet 🥰🥰🥰

#wishitweresummer

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wishitweresummer · 16 days

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Love this sooooo much!!!

(I'm about to kill you here Mushie) I just realized, no one has ever written about this position. Let's use snf as an example (for Sap's thunder thighs)

Sapnap chilling on the couch until George decides to be annoying and sits between his legs on the floor, constantly jostling his comfortable position, talking through the whole movie, tugging his leg hair. Sapnap eventually just leans forward and snatches George’s tiny wrists, pulls them out so he's T posing in a way and sets his legs over his biceps. When he releases George’s wrists, the weight of his legs pressing his keeps his arms pinned out, he can't even reach past his thighs with his bent elbows. Sapnap just takes out his annoyance slowly and methodically, working all of George’s tickle spots in just the way he knows how, to drive George crazy, even worse for him is he's so close to grabbing him but he can only brush his fingers against his wrists

first off. i am so so sooooo sorry im so late on this (i know you dont care but IM SORRY ANYWAY)

second. i adore the trope of a lee almost being able to stop the ler, but stopping just short of it. it's so incredibly cruel for absolutely no reason. its perfect

….anyway, lets get into it

we all know how much of a little shit george is - he's a natural brat, he just cant help it! its not his fault he was born like this! but regardless, there are people who take it better than others. dream and sapnap being the perfect example. i mean, dont get me wrong; dream absolutely gets annoyed by george, but hes just so fond of him that he normally just lets it slide

but sapnap? absolutely not.

the day he learns how ticklish george is is the best day of sapnap's life. he uses it for everything; to get george to give in to whatever sapnap wants, to cheer george up when hes grumpy, to punish george when hes annoying. and boy is george annoying

so its no surprise (even though it always is to george somehow) when sapnap suddenly growls out a quiet "that's it" from between his clenched teeth before grabbing george's wrists, pulling them quickly out to the sides against the couch cushions behind him. sapnap throws his thighs quickly over george's arms, successfully trapping his arms and his body in place from where hes sat between sapnap's legs on the floor

george is immediately pleading, never having been in this vulnerable of a position before and finding it incredibly flustering. sapnap can tell, and he plays it up. he pokes his pointer fingers under each of george's arms once, making him yelp and try to yank his arms down. but sapnap's weight keeps him practically immobile from his waist up, trapped between and under the strong thighs of his friend

sapnap would coo at him, reaching a hand up to ruffle his hair as george let's his head fall back into sapnap's lap to look up to him. his boba eyes are glassy and wide, clearly full of nerves and excitement at the compromising position hes found himself in. sapnap would laugh, loving how much of a mess george was already before slowly drawing circles in the middle of his underarms, sending him into hysterics

he digs into each and every rib, making sure to take his time to really dig between them. he makes sure that george feels every single tiny spark of ticklish energy as intensely as he can, and george swears fireworks are exploding under his skin. his eyes are wet, and whenever george flings his head back to laugh sapnap can see the trails of wetness down his cheeks from the tears. sapnap flutters his fingers over george's stomach, making sure to press gently at the lower tummy a couple of times to make george buck his hips up into the air....it's much easier for sapnap to latch onto them this way :D

eventually sapnap makes his way back up under george's arms, and it's then he remembers just how sensitive his triceps are. so he drags his nails there experimentally. just a tiny scratch on the soft skin of george's right tricep. the reaction is insane. george screams like someone is killing him before breaking out into the most ridiculous high pitched cackles sapnap has ever heard. his cheeks are bright red and he’s pleading every chance he can.

unfortunately, it goes without being acknowledged

sapnap switches to lightly dragging his fingers over both triceps, and george enters a whole different level of hysteria. george is frantic, bending his arms as much as he can. his fingers are outstretched and lightly brushing against sapnap's knuckles, but never reaching far enough to grab them to stop the tickling. it's a never ending loop of torture, and being so close to successfully putting an end to it makes everything ten times worse. sapnap uses both hands on one of george's triceps and his laugh goes silent, signaling to sapnap that it's time to stop

of course sapnap slides down onto the floor with george, cuddling into him and hugging him tight. george continues giggling deliriously, still feeling an overflow of ghost tickles all throughout his body. he whines and complains to sapnap that it's not fair, that he hates him, but george stays glued to sapnap's side the rest of the night, just absolutely floaty and giggly and completely satisfied

#lee!georgenotfound #ler!sapnap #snf tickle

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wishitweresummer · 27 days

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Phantasmagoria

(Dream ft. GeorgeNotFound and Sapnap)

Word count: 3390

Warnings: Pay attention to these please!!! Tickle torture, non-consensual tickling, mild-drugging (like in the Face Reveal 2 video), restraints, loss of consciousness, foot tickling, detailed drittie tickling, slight angst, and embarrassment. And one more time, tickle torture.

(I’ll be posting a lighter version!!!)

Summary: Follows the events of Dream’s second face reveal. (Or is it all a dream?)

My friend made art inspired by the fic!!! 🥺 Check it out!! It’s by @aninklingof !

(A phantasmagoria is something that you can’t tell is real or a dream <3)

“Alright, for real. I’m dropping it.”, his own voice. The sound of a door and scuffling behind him. A grossly wet cloth suddenly clamping over his entire face and the terrible chemical smell overwhelming him.

That’s all he could remember. His hazy memories held no clues to the captors or their reasons.

Dream’s calculative brain told him to calm down and think. Fucking think. He stayed still, limp in the position he awoke in. He took inventory of the surroundings he could make out even with the blindfold on. He was sat in a chair with his ankles and wrists strapped down to the arms and legs. The long silence told him he was alone, not a hint of breathing or shuffling he could hear. Nothing on him hurt and he was still wearing clothes, so he counted that as a positive. Though, he was absent his hoodie and instead was just wearing the t-shirt he had on underneath, the fabric familiar. He felt air on his knees and shifted his leg slightly to determine if he was still in his basketball shorts; he was.

He focused as hard as he could on the details he had, not letting his mind fall into panic or despair. Maybe this was some elaborate prank. Maybe he wasn’t in danger. Was Mr.Beast in town?

Regretfully, his entire body flinched at the sudden sound of a door slamming open and heavy footsteps coming in.

“He’s up!”.

“Alright, take his blindfold off.”. Dream strained to place the voices, but couldn’t. He heard a door shut with a force that must have come from a kick before his blindfold was torn off. Two Dream-masked men stood in front of him. He held back a whimper, looking between them.

“We aren’t going to hurt you.”, left-mask said. The masked man on the right tilted his head back and forth in partial agreement, unnerving Dream.

“What do you want?”, he croaked, speaking for the first time in god knows how long. He cleared his throat and swallowed down the lump there before choking on it. The masked men looked at each other.

Before Dream could ask more questions, they flanked him and there were suddenly two hands on either side of him tickling into his sides. He yelped and jerked back against the back of his chair, trapped in place.

“Hey!!”, he cried, then burst out laughing as the maddening sensation continued against his sensitive sides. The thin t-shirt did nothing to protect him from the fingers grabbing and squeezing at him. “Stop! Please! What is this!!”. He writhed in place, not going anywhere.

“Tickle tickle!”, right-mask sang.

Dream couldn’t believe it. All the fear and confusion drained out of him while he laughed himself silly, two pairs of skilled fingers attacked his sides and ribs. He thrashed in place, but his wrists and ankles were held firmly in place. Defenseless, and oh so ticklish. He was fucked.

“What do you want!”, he yelled, desperation clear.

“Well, first we want to know your worst spot.”.

“What?!”. The masked men laughed and looked at each other briefly, some inside joke floating between them. A firm hand latched onto his thigh right above his knee and he screamed. The position his leg was trapped in left that particular spot horribly vulnerable. He fell into painful wheezing for a few seconds before he barked out a desperate laugh. “Stop!! Please! What the fuck!!”. He was shaking at this point, overwhelmed with the ticklish energy rushing through him. It felt everywhere. Fingers suddenly playing with his rib bones had him almost convulsing in place. The squeezes at his sides had the most embarrassing squeaks escaping him. The hand playing with the sensitive muscle of his thigh was maddening. When another hand started teasing at his kneecap he dropped his head back with a tortured wail, the tears finally sliding down his cheeks. “Why!!!”, he screamed. “Why!!”.

The masked men were quiet. The blank smiling faces just watching him break apart under the torture. Dream wheezed, thrashing in place helplessly. It was definitely the worst he had ever been tickled and it had only been a few minutes. His skin tingled and his brain was fuzzy.

“Is this your worst spot?”, one of the men asked, pinching around his thigh.

“Why are you tickling me?!”, he struggled out through wheezes and choked laughter. One of the men scoffed.

“Because you’re ticklish.”, he deadpanned and walked around his back, grabbing at the spot between his shoulders and neck. Dream squealed, wiggling in place and scrunching up.

“Quit it!!”. His face burned with a combination of breathless straining and embarrassment. How humiliating to be squealing in the presence of strangers and so weak to a ticklish touch.

One of the men crouched down between his legs and focused in on pinching and playing at his bare kneecaps, driving Dream crazy with high pitched giggles. He jerked and shook in place, but was powerless to the feeling. The other man massaged firmly at his shoulders, teasing only briefly at the most sensitive parts near his neck and collarbone. Dream felt frantic. The giggles pouring from him were hysterical and making him dizzy. The hands at his shoulders crawled down his chest and squeezed at his chest, making him bark out a crazed laugh and shift in place.

“Ticklish titties?”.

“Stop!!”, he cried. His laughter shook out of him as he wheezed in panic, not used to tickling there. It was particularly hard to cope with the tickling as his squirming did nothing to budge the fingers teasing him. Mercilessly, they pinched at his nipples and squeezed the fat around them. Dream shrieked with laughter. He couldn’t recall ever being so helpless. Could somebody die from being tickled? The dark blush crawled down his neck and he shook his head fast enough to send some of his tears flying. Yeah, he was going to die. He was sure. “I’ll do anything!!! Please!! No more!!!”. But, the relentless fingers at his chest and knees ignored his pleas.

Dream could actually feel himself losing his mind. The laughter pouring from him was strained and lined with wheezes. His head clouded and swirled from the lack of air. It was illogical; the tickling. The masked men didn't seem to want anything besides his laughter.

“What’s your worst spot?”, one of them demanded again.

“My stomach.”, he croaked out, giving in. He figured it was no use. The tickling fingers stopped all at once and he cried out at the loss. He slumped in the chair and gasped greedily for air. He closed his eyes as he tried to collect himself, squirming at the ghosts of fingers against his skin. He could feel blank eyes on him.

“Damn, it’s hard to get that spot good like this.”. Dream couldn’t help his little amused huff at the masked man’s realization. Curious fingers came wiggling into his tummy and Dream jolted, giggling. The way he was curled up in the chair was definitely giving him an advantage though. It was still annoying, the prodding fingers in his most ticklish spot.

“Stop…”, he whined.

Dream closed his eyes and wiggled, shaking with little giggles as two hands tickled him. Unknownst to him, the other pair of hands were off across the room scheming with a rag and dangerous chemicals.

A wet and rough fabric was pressed against his mouth and his muffled scream of protest was loud then quiet in his own ears as the world went black again.

~•~

Dream opened his eyes to the same nightmare as before. So…this was real. Fuck. He found himself still helpless, but in a new position. He was on a padded table with his arms straight up. Straps crossed his wrists, chest, hips, and ankles. So fucking helpless…he whimpered.

He was so screwed. What now? Are they just going to tickle him to death? Why?? This is just so ridiculous.

The masked men entered the room again and he groaned.

“What do you want?! I have money!”. The men laughed as they took a spot on either side of him. “No! Please don’t!”. Dream screamed as four hands came down on his ticklish tummy. Skittering and prodding and squeezing. One curious finger wiggled into his bellybutton and he was done for. With the straps holding him in place he was stuck. He tilted his head back against the table and laughed hysterically. Screams pierced through whenever a particularly sensitive area was teased.

Even when George and Sapnap had been able to get him pinned down while they were fighting, he had never felt tickling like this. He tried to beg for mercy, but instead he just wheezed, shaking his head back and forth. He couldn’t get enough air to protest. All he could do was laugh. He wanted to squirm so bad, but he was restrained too well so it was more like he was just vibrating.

Too many fingers on his weak spot, he would die, he was sure. The laughter tore out of him against his will and he felt his face getting hot. His head spun from the lack of air. Tears somehow found their way out no matter how hard he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Move!”, he squeaked out.

“Ohhh, is it too much here?”. He cried out at the tease.

Dream flinched as he heard a buzzing noise. He whined as he saw the electric toothbrush hovering above his bellybutton.

“No!!!”. But, they didn’t care. Dream screeched and jolted as the small vibrating head poked into his horribly ticklish bellybutton. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. Desperate laughter poured out of him as he shook. The electric feeling pulsed through him and drove him crazy. He had no air to beg with. He just wheezed and screamed, helpless to the tickles. Soon, his laughter itself cut in and out.

The other hands still teased the rest of his stomach, but the intense vibrating directly into his core made everything worse. He felt a clawed hand shake into his side. Gentle pinching across his tummy. One devious finger was tugging at the edge of his bellybutton. And the terrible terrible head of the toothbrush softly twisting right inside of it. He wasn’t going to survive this.

He wanted to beg so badly, but he couldn’t get a word out. His mind went fuzzy in the ticklish torture, unable to place what the exact sensasations even were he just knew it tickled it tickled oh god it tickled.

Dream cried out as the tickling left his body all at once. He whimpered and squirmed as much as he could, trying to catch his breath.

“What the fuck…”, he managed out in a little whisper. The masked men laughed at him. The toothbrush was still buzzing as the man searched for a new spot to press in the torture device. “Please.”, he whimpered. “Just tell me what you want!”. Dream squealed when a hand latched to his thigh and squeezed twice. His poor leg was so trapped.

“We want to tickle you.”. It was almost stated like a question. Like it was obvious. Dream couldn’t help his little breathless scoff. More devious squeezes came down on his twitching thigh and he burst out laughing.

“No more!! Please!!”. He squeaked and whined when the buzzing head of the brush teased behind his knee. “No!!”. He tilted his head back and wailed with laughter, helpless to the feeling. A firm hand felt and massaged right at the most sensitive part of his thigh and that maddening buzzing at the back of his knee.

“It tickles?”, the other masked men asked, suddenly behind him. Dream shrieked as two hands crawled down his jaw and neck. He tilted his head back down, unable to scrunch properly and protect himself. His entire body vibrated as he cackled hysterically. The evil hands crawled down a little and played with his collarbone. Dream yelped and jumped. The other masked man dropped the vibrating toothbrush off and between his legs and kept a steady pace squeezing along both his thighs. A wheeze flew from Dream’s lips as the hands at his collarbone crawled down and tickled his chest. He breathlessly squirmed, unable to get any sound out for a few seconds before a scream tore out of him.

“Fuck!! Please!!”.

Dream closed his eyes and just let himself focus on the tickling. Electric shocks jolted through his body and he wasn’t able to squirm or jerk away from any of it.

Now he didn’t like being tickled. And this was torture. Okay? But. But, there was something freeing about just losing his mind like this. He hasn’t thought about anything other than how much he is being tickled in…an unspecified amount of time. He had no idea. He figured the laughter must be coating his brain in dopamine even though he hated it. There was a giddy buzzing along his spine as he flinched and jerked at the feeling. He wasn’t used to being so helpless.

The tickling stopped all at once again and he went limp, shaking with giggles.

“Are you ready for the finale?”, one of the men asked. Dream shook his head no, dizzy with the giggling.

The door burst open and more masked men poured in. Too many masked men. One…two…three…fuck.

“Fuck fuck fuck, no please!! Get away!!!”, he squirmed helplessly as they took their spots around him. Ten. Ten masked men. “I can’t handle it!! Don’t!! Please!!”. They just smiled down blankly at him.

On either side, hands crawled down and into his open underarms. He screamed and jolted. Two hands each teased fingertips up both his soles and along his toes. He scrunched them up and burst out laughing. A rough grab came down on each of his thighs; squeezing hysterical shrieks out of him. Fingertips danced along his neck and collarbone, making him shake and vibrate. Two hands came down on his chest and massaged the sensitive muscles there; officially throwing him over the edge of hysterics. Tears streamed down his red cheeks and he screamed. Finally, sealing his fate; two pairs of playful hands came poking and squeezing along his sides and tummy. He thrashed and wheezed. His helpless laughter cut out into silence and back into piercing screams over and over again. His mind was blank and hazy, spinning with the struggle to catch his breath. His skin buzzed under the tickling.

Too much it was too much. Tickles. It tickled. There was nothing but tickling. He was nothing but a small little thing to be tickled. Hands everywhere. Smiling faces watching him be taken apart. His mind floated away and he sunk into the feeling. This was it now. This is what he was meant to do; be tickled. Dream couldn’t focus on any single sensation, it was just everything and everywhere and he could only laugh.

Dream doesn’t know how long the finale lasted. It could have been seconds, minutes, or an hour. There was tickling, and then there was darkness. His mind clouded as he failed over and over again to catch his breath. The shock of the tickles jolted through his body nonstop.

~•~

Dream thrashed in the blankets of his bed. Wait. He sat up with a gasp and felt around his body. He was in his bed in the same clothes he had put on for that video. When had he gone to sleep? That had been a dream? There’s no fucking way.

He yelped and cowered when his door burst open.

“Shit, sorry. Are you okay? You were screaming.”. George. Dream stared at the man wide-eyed as he tried to piece together his day again. George frowned, clearly unnerved. “Dream?”.

He couldn’t remember going to sleep. How was he back in bed? He ignored George and pulled up his hoodie sleeves to look for marks. Nothing. He didn’t feel sore, but his throat was a little scratchy,

“Dream you’re freaking us out.”. Dream looked up to see that a quiet and nervous looking Sapnap had joined George in the doorway.

“I think I had a nightmare.”, he said softly. He must have looked pretty messed up because they were on him in a second.

Dream tried to relax. He was in the arms of the two he trusted most. He was safe, right? They hadn’t done anything to him. He was…never going to tell them anything about his dream.

~•~

But, his subconscious sure couldn’t shake the memories of the tickly nightmare. Aren’t you supposed to forget your dreams? Why was his skin still buzzing with the feeling of ghost tickles that didn’t really happen?

It had been torture. Torture. He had hated it. But…it had revealed this one little thing inside of him that he had never acknowledged before. He was determined to keep it hidden, though.

A few nights after the dream he just couldn’t forget, Dream found himself reliving a small part of it. Him and Sapnap were fighting over the remote for the TV when it happened. Dream reached over him to snatch it back, but a hand on his tummy had him crumbling against his lap with a squeal.

“You’re so ticklish today!”, Sapnap giggled in amusement and ruffled his hair. A show was chosen and Dream wasn’t touched again for the rest of night. As he settled next to Sapnap for movie night, he buzzed with anticipation for tickles that wouldn’t come. By the end of the night, he was exhausted.

In the darkness of his room, hidden away from everyone and hopefully his own mind, he wished and wished and wished for another dream where he could just be tickled to pieces.

He woke up disappointed. Then, again. And again. An entire week of mornings where he was in bed alone and free of tickling hands came and went. Fuck.

Dream decided to try out different routes. He stalked the other two in the house like prey; tickling them to provoke the torture session he craved so bad. Sapnap would fight back, but wasn’t able to get Dream pinned. George proved far too ticklish; falling into a helpless pile of begging and screaming every time. The poor boys didn’t know what had gotten into Dream lately.

It wasn’t long before Dream dropped off the cliffs of disappointment and down into the deep waters of sadness. Every day only dragged him more into the depths. Soon, he didn’t know how he could ever come back up for air.

George and Sapnap noticed the change, but didn’t know how to help. Soon, spontaneous cuddle sessions sprouted up around the house as the other two tried to hug their best friend back to the happy guy they missed so much.

On one of those afternoons where Dream laid limp between the two as they murmured to each other over him, everything came out. George absentmindedly adjusted Dream’s t-shirt collar and the fingers that brushed his neck made him scrunch and giggle. George giggled in amusement and apologized.

But, Dream looked like he would burst into tears.

“Dream. What’s wrong?”, George whispered.

“Please, just tell us.”, Sapnap begged. Dream whimpered and looked between them.

These were his best friends. He trusted them. He loved them. He was safe with them. He had never regretted telling either of them a secret before. He closed his eyes.

“Can you guys tickle me please? Like, to death. Basically. Until I can’t think or breathe.”. He opened his eyes and looked between them nervously. “Like the muffin-fuck out of me.”.

It was a bit out of left field, the request. But, it only took a few beats for George and Sapnap to catch each other’s eyes, laugh, and pin Dream down exactly how he had been needing. In no time, screams and cackles bounced against the walls of Sapnap’s room. The two didn’t hold back. They indulged in tickling Dream as fast and hard as they wanted. Within a minute, there were tears streaking down his red cheeks. He squirmed wildly, but he stood no chance to the both of them at once.

There, between his best friends, he lost his mind to the tickling again. While he felt safe and giddy, he couldn’t think of anything that deep. Just…

“That tickles!!!”.

(art by @kazenomegaminowanpisu )

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Wait…a sequel where Dream and George get their revenge on Sapnap?

Text Me Back (Dream x GeorgeNotFound)

Word count: 710

I had sudden inspiration and wrote this for @mushiewrites ‘s birthday!!! (Thats my best friend 🥹)

Warning: Intense tickles, restraint, duct tape over mouth. George is tickled and has absolutely no way to stop it or even really signal for it to stop. If that makes you uncomfortable, please dont read!

“Nonono!! Hey!! Sapnap fuck off!!!”, George cried out, panicked at the younger’s quick movements.

“Stop squirming, you little idiot.”.

George fought and kicked and punched, but…Sapnap was stronger. Soon, his wrists were locked together in handcuffs and a big piece of duct tape was put across his mouth. His little tummy fluttered with nervous butterflies as he was heaved over Sapnap’s shoulder and carried to Dream’s room. He tried to scream into the duct tape, but it was muffled.

He was dropped onto Dream’s empty bed like a sack of potatoes. He squirmed around to glare at Sapnap, but instead his eyes went wide with fear. Sapnap smirked and turned away; typing something into George’s phone.

Then, he was left alone.

~•~

Dream burst into the room, giggling happily. He closed the door behind him and approached the bed with a mixed look of fondness and excitement.

‘Oh god…’

George let out a muffled whimper. Dream climbed onto the bed and grabbed the chain of George’s cuffs. They were cuffed together in front of him so it was easy for Dream to lift them up and press them to the bed above his head.

“I can’t believe you did this for me! This is going to be so fun Georgie!”.

He tried to protest through his tape, but it was hopeless. A muffled squeal sounded as Dream started to tickle up his side. The position left him desperately helpless.

George had never been tickled while unable to beg for it to stop before and he saw his life flash before his eyes. Dream’s big hands on his ticklish body. No way to tell him to stop. There was no way out of this. His eyes teared up right away as the tickles became amplified by his fear. Dream coo’ed at the sight.

“You’re so cute.”.

That evil hand moved up and danced across his sensitive ribcage and George could only throw his head back and let out a muffled scream. Oh he was fucked here. He couldn’t help the pleas trying to crawl from his throat, but they were muffled into comprehension anyway.

George’s entire body convulsed with the ticklish electricity shooting through it. Dream’s fingers played with each and every rib, making him shake with muffled laughter.

“This is the best day ever.”. There were practically hearts in Dream’s eyes. “Do you want me to get your armpits? Oh? You don’t have an opinion on that? Alright!”. George absolutely did have very strong opinions on his worst spot being targeted…but they went unheard. He wailed into his tape. His arms were stretched up and he was so so helpless to Dream’s fingers moving the sleeve of his t-shirt down and teasing against the ticklish skin. He bucked and kicked and squirmed and screamed, but that didn’t stop the attack.

‘This is how I die.’’

Dream only giggled sweetly. His fingertips brushed all over the over-sensitive pit before digging into the muscle and making George thrash so hard he nearly got free.

“Wow Georgie! So ticklish, huh?”.

In retaliation, he knee’ed Dream in the back. Dream froze.

‘Shit shit shit shit.’

“Naughty…”, Dream smiled darkly and grabbed George’s thigh, pressing it to the bed and tickling it brutally. George’s screams of apology were garbled by the tape covering his mouth.

That big hand nearly wrapped around his thigh, squeezing perfectly into the muscles there to make him feel like he would explode. His muffled laughter rose in pitch.

‘That tickles!! That tickles oh my god that tickles!!’

Soon, the hand would crawl up to attack the ticklish bones of his hips and George was sent into a new muffled frenzy.

George could feel his mind slip away under the ticklish torture. Dream eventually shook off his mean act to coo at the pretty tears dripping from George’s eyes.

“I’m so happy Georgie. Thank you so much for doing this! I don’t know how to stop! I just want to tickle tickle tickle you forever!!!”. The poor boy could only squirm and laugh into his tape…all begging was useless here.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sapnap’s text to Dream from George’s phone:

Hi! Okieeee…so I’m going to handcuff myself and go lay in your bed. Can you come tickle me out of my mind? Pweaaase? 🥹🥹🥹

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