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sleepy--anon · 7 months

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Day 1: Anticipation

Lee!George Ler!Sapnap

Warnings: feet tickles

You can still reserve until the day has past

George should really learn to keep his mouth shut. You'd think he'd have learned by now that Sapnap will act on what he says. George down played anticipation the day before while the two were wrecking Dream. Sapnap flicked his eyes to George and Dream already knew what he was thinking without even looking at the blue eyed brunette. George often forgets what he says 'in the moment' so when Sapnap came into his room with an unusual expression he was relatively confused.

"Hello?"

"Hey Georgie, I've come to educate you a bit on something~" Now George was really confused, what did he mean educate? Why was that so teasey? Why was he so flustered by that?

"What are you talking about?" His voice wavering slightly, his nerves shooting like sparklers. Sapnap sauntered over to George’s bed, taking a seat a little further than where his legs were curled.

"You made a certain comment yesterday that I would like to educate you on~" Sapnap’s voice was teasing, but his eyes were sweet, warm, and inviting. George curled in on himself but at the same time, couldn't break the eye contact with his pretty eyes. George shrugged, implying he didn't know what he was referring to. Sapnap gave a soft smile in response, lightly patting his lap and looking at George expectantly. George knew what that ment and quickly shook his head, tucking his knees under his chin and pressing his hands down flat on top of his feet.

"Geooorge~ I'll only be nice for so long~ you can either give me your feet on your terms or I will just hang you off your bed and take your feet my way~" George’s face was impossibly hot, he looked at Sapnap in disbelief but when he saw no signs of bluff he slowly rested his socked feet in his awaiting lap. Sapnap gave them both a firm squeeze, massaging them a bit to release some of George’s tension.

"Relax George, this is a learning experience, I'm not gonna attempt murder, that's reserved for when you provoke~" George hummed and the massage, choosing to ignore his teasing words. Dream had said Sapnap was godly with his hands, to the point he stopped hiring masseuses, but George originally thought he was just boosting his ego. Another thing George was wrong about when it came to Sapnap. Sapnap gave his ankle two pats to get his attention.

"Alright pretty boy, you need to look at me~" George groaned at the loss of touch but complied anyway, silently hoping that if he just listens he'll start back up again.

"So yesterday, you made a certain comment about anticipation, so that's today's lesson~" Sapnap’s voice dropped lower as he dragged his nails ever so lightly up the tops of his feet. George immediately squeaked and yanked his feet back, rubbing the assaulted area.

"Ah~ ah~ ah~ give them back George~ don't be bad~" George’s furious blush returned with a vengeance, he whimpered and slowly returned them to their original position.

"Not the tops..." He whispered, grabbing one of his pillows to hold to ground him. Sapnap traced the tops of his white ankle socks, watching him twitch and whine.

"Oh George, it's obvious that you've never experienced real anticipation before, this is only the beginning, and this isn't even including verbal anticipation. George was borderline vibrating, beginning? Verbal? Was this going to become a regular thing now? George was already wound up, he wanted nothing more than for Sapnap to just get on with it. He felt him tug his socks, painfully slow. He could feel every centimeter of skin get exposed to the cool air of his room.

"Sapnaaaap come oooon! This is ridiculous!" Sapnap only smirked in response, skittering his nails along the tops of his pale feet when he looked away or closed his eyes. Sapnap stopped pulling his socks just before they were fully off, leaving just his toes covered. George felt him tracing the shape and wrinkles of his squirming feet with the pads of his index fingers. It was so light and barely there George was in a puddle of inconsolable giggles. His fingerpads slid up to just under the socks causing George to instinctively curl his toes. Sapnap blew a stream of air against his arch, startling him to uncurl. Letting Sapnap slide his socks the rest of the way off to now trace each toe, earning himself a warning scratch if his curled them. George couldn’t tell if him not talking was better or worse.

"Sahahapnahap! I'm sohohohorry ohohohokay! Plehehease!" Sapnap then skittered his fingers up his legs all the way up to his neck.

"So what are you saying to me giggles~?"

"I gehehehet ihihit! Thihihis ihihihis unbehehearahahable! Plehehease!" Sapnap took pity on George, he knew he was too worked up for a proper wrecking so he just squeezed his knees and skittered his fingers on both the tops and bottoms of his feet, leaving his toes alone for now.

"What do you say~?" Don't test him don't test him don't test him.

"THAHAHAHANK YOHOHOU!" Sapnap gave him a quick rib prod before stopping, going back to massaging his feet, watching George catch his breathe. He hummed softly when Sap moved up to rub some knots out of his lower back. He smiled at his work, George was hugging a pillow close, hair stuck to his forehead, face flushed fusha, and a permanent smile etched onto his face. After a minute or two Sapnap assumed he fell asleep so he made a move to get up, only to get his sleeve caught by a very sleepy George.

"Where you go'in?" His speech slurred with sleep, his eyes wouldn't open but he lightly tugged his hoodie sleeve. Sapnap gently climbed in next to him, pulling off his teddy bear hat.

"Nowhere." George completely forgot the pillow in favor of practically climbing on top of Sapnap, tucking himself under his chin and holding tight. Sapnap sent a picture to Dream while carding through the sleeping boys hair, smiling at the playful jealous texts he received, watching how right after he called them adorable and said he loved them.

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aninklingof · 1 year

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Head Hips Massager

Couldn’t get this concept out of my head, so I wrote on it. 🤷

Lee! George, Ler! Dream

Warnings: tool tickles ✨Platonic✨

Enjoy!

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Dream slowly closed the front door so that it wouldn’t make noise, the lock clicking securely before the blonde tip-toed down the hall. He was returning from a Walmart trip— which he’d initially just gone for groceries. While at the store however, he got a message from George.

He had texted Dream asking if he’d buy the British man a heating pad. Having just gotten back from the Bahamas and being immediately thrown into many wild activities with friends that had come to visit, George’s back was sore.

Of course Dream obliged and headed to the health and wellness isles. As he scanned the shelves for a suitable heating pad for the older (which he was definitely going to tease him about his age when he got home) he spotted something that caught his attention.

Hanging on a mini rack from one of the shelves was a bunch of wire-head massagers. Dream’s mind immediately shot to how one of those would feel running over his sensitive skin, his face flushing subtly and butterflies filling his belly.

He then thought of George at home, and how the poor Brit would howl at the evil massager tickling his ribs and especially his bony hips. Smirking widely at the thought he snatched one of the massagers up and dropped it into the handheld basket on his arm before returning to the task at hand.

Now that he was back at the Dream Team house, he unloaded the groceries as quietly as possible to not alert the brunette to his presence. Once finished he scooped up the heating pad, along with a glass of water, some pain medicine, and the massager and headed up the stairs to George’s room.

Dream tapped the door with his foot to knock (his hands being full) and waited for an answer, reeling in his giddy smile so that he didn’t key in George to his devious plan.

“Come in.”

“I can’t, my hands are full.”

Some rustling and soft footsteps were heard before the door swung open. George looked up at Dream curiously before melting into a soft smile, his hair slightly disheveled and his clothes wrinkly.

“I bought you the heating pad, and I also brought you some pain meds and water,” Dream spoke as he strode into the Brit’s bedroom, setting the heating pad down with the massager under it and handing George the pills and water.

“Thanks Dream,” George said gratefully before quickly popping the pill and gulping down water.

“I also brought you something else,” the blonde started, plugging the heating pad into the wall so it could begin warming up. “A bit of a surprise.”

“Ooh! What is it?” George asked eagerly.

Dream chuckled, still fighting to control his smirk. “Lay down and close your eyes.”

George complied, laying flat out with his head slightly propped up against a pillow, and closed his russet eyes. The younger smiled mischievously. He got him right where he wanted him.

Sitting next to the Brit he picked up the Massager and gently stroked it down George’s chest to his stomach. The man jumped with a gasp, his eyes flying open and curling up instinctually.

“Whahat was thahat?!?” He exclaimed.

Dream brandished the evil little tool and George’s face paled. “It’s one of those wire head massagers! I saw it while getting your heating pad and figured you’d like it~”

He lowered the massager back to George’s body, simultaneously grabbing one of the brunette’s wrists and pulling his arm away from his side.

“Wahahait Dreheheheam!!! Noho, dohohOHOHONT—!! NAHAHAHA!!” The smaller man shrieked and curled away the best he could from the wire massager that prodded his ribs. He weakly batted at it with his other arm, but it did little to deter the tickly item from traversing George’s entire left side like a xylophone.

“Geez, I figured it would tickle but I didn’t think you’d go this crazy,” Dream teased like it was the most normal thing in the world. “You must just be extra ticklish today, huh Georgie~?”

“NAHAHA DRHEHEHEAM!!! SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!! MOHOHOVE AHAHAWAY FROHOHOM THEHEHEHERE!!!” George wailed and thrashed, his eyes squeezed so tight he saw stars.

“Alright, what about here?” Dream prompted before moving the massager down to George’s bony hips, twirling and gently drilling the metal wires into his ticklish flesh.

George went ballistic.

He fell into a bout of silent laughter and arched forward before crashing back to the mattress in wild cackles. It was some of the most intense tickling he’d ever felt and he was gonna lose his mind if Dream continued any longer.

“MEHEHEHEHERCY!!! OHOHOHOHOH GOHOHOHOHOHOD PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!! IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAHD!! MEHEHEHEHEHEHERCYY!!!”

Dream stopped immediately at George’s shrill cry, dropping the tool to the bed and firmly rubbing away the persistent buzz of ghost tickles from George’s poor hip bones.

“You alright there?” Dream asked with a fond and mildly concerned smile.

“Thahahat…” George rasped through deep gasps and residual giggles “…wahas ahahwful.”

“You enjoyed it.” the blonde snickered and booped his friend’s red nose.

“If Ihi wahasn’t soho exhausted, Ihi’d be tihickling that thihing ahall over yohour belly right nohow.”

Dream shivered at the thought, considering running away before he was pulled down to the mattress and cuddled into by the tickled-out brunette.

Slowly his nerves subsided and he melted into George’s warmth, nearing sleep as his breathing slowed. Just before he drifted off however, he heard George say something that if he wasn’t so sleepy Dream would’ve been red as a tomato.

“When we wake up I’m going to make you cry with that thing.”

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amitlee · 1 year

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Unaware

Summary: George gets caught playing dress-up in XD’s cloak. Aka: Out of spite and boredom, I made this to torment Mushie.

Warnings: None

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George stared in amazement at the long green cloak hung up near his front door. The dark green garment flowed beautifully with ethereal magic, easily taunting the mortal. The cloak was rarely seen without its owner, which only made it more appealing to George.

He looked to his left and right, finding both directions empty of the god. George focused his gaze back on the cloak and cautiously took it off the rack it was hanging on. The material was soft to the touch, though with the dull scratch of wool. George ran his fingers over the clothing and distantly remembered moments when he would do the same with Dream’s and Sapnap’s clothes; taking them and watching chaos unfold.

He shrugged the cloak on and took in his appearance in a nearby mirror. The cloak was clearly made for someone who was at least twice his size. The sleeves bunched up and swallowed his hands entirely, there was a large pile of the fabric laying on the ground from where it hung off his body. Despite it being much too big for him, George found himself smiling giddily and snuggling into the fabric. He swayed side to side, seeing the cloak at all angles and being pleased at his appearance. He felt regal.

He raised his hand as if holding a staff and spoke in a gruff voice, “I am the powerful XD, you will bow to me.” He broke into titters at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.

“George,” He started again in the same low tone, “There is a small pool of water in the bathroom. Why is it raining indoors?” He asked himself, barely containing his laughter at the memory and his recount.

He was so busy giggling to himself and making light fun of his friend, that he missed the air shifting and the subtle pop signaling that he was no longer alone. XD stood by and watched as George continued to play.

“George, get behind me. There is a wolf in your house. Do not be afraid, it will not harm you while I’m here.” George wheezed, clearly amused with himself.

XD flushed at the memory, how was he to know that humans befriended wildlife?

“I still don’t understand that one.” XD spoke up.

A startled scream ripped from George’s throat. He whipped his head around to see the deity standing behind him, with a sly smile beginning to form underneath his mask. “XD,” He said.

“I was looking for that.” XD spoke in reference to his cloak, cutting off whatever George was going to say. “But you do look rather cute in it, maybe I’ll let you keep it.”

George looked astonishingly at XD. “Really?” He asked, full of confusion and suspicion.

XD let out a dark chuckle. “Absolutely not.” XD straightened his back and cracked his knuckles, a trick he’d learned from Dream. His head brushed the ceiling at his full height, and suddenly George knew he was in a game of cat and mouse.

George picked up the excess cloak from the floor and ran in the other direction, filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. He ran around twists and turns, dodged furniture, and weaved around corners; all the while XD lagged slightly behind. While the god would normally win chases instantly, being confined in George’s house gave him a disadvantage, something that George was very happy about.

“How long do you think you’ll be able to run for, George?” XD asked tauntingly. “You know what’s going to happen when I catch you, right?”

George screamed at how close XD’s voice was. He chose not to reply, his giggling being enough of a response on its own.

“Don’t worry, giggles, you won’t have to wait.”

Before George could wonder what XD meant, he felt himself be pulled back by his wrists that were entangled in XD’s cloak. He squawked as he fell right into his chaser’s awaiting arms.

XD chuckled, “Do you know how much trouble you’re in right now, pretty boy?”

George whined and attempted to hide his face, but found out that his hands were stuck perfectly in place. “Stop calling me that.” He said, already beside himself with the amount of butterflies he felt.

XD tsked before speaking once again. “It's true. Look at how precious you are!” He crooned. He softly grabbed George’s chin and made the mortal look at him.George’s red face was fully on display, showcasing his beaming smile and tumbling laughter.

“And look at how much you’re laughing! Imagine how bad it’ll be when I actually start to tickle you.” The deity taunted with a grin of his own.

George groaned, trying in vain to wiggle out of his trapped position. “Just get it over with already!” He blurted out.

As soon as the words left George’s mouth, he knew he had made a mistake. XD’s grin turned feral, with his dull fangs on full display.

“Oh, you want me to tickle you?”

George tried to backtrack, but was stopped by XD’s lower set of hands massaging his ribs. He squealed and thrashed as XD expertly wiggled in the grooves of the bones.

“All you had to do was ask!” XD continued, “You know I could never refuse such a ticklish little thing.”

XD paused his wiggling fingers, “Or maybe I could.” He lowered his mouth to speak lowly right next to George’s ear. “Maybe you just deserve it.”

With that, he jumped back into relentlessly tickling George’s ribs, being sure to pay extra attention to spots that made the man scream with laughter. In addition to this, his free set of hands gently massaged into the muscle on each side of George’s belly button.

George threw his head back onto XD’s chest, howling as he was tickled out of his mind. With the cloak bounding his hands, he had nothing to do but squirm side to side as XD took him apart. With hands on his ribs and stomach, his wild squirming only pushed himself onto XD’s tickling fingers. He felt his knees buckle and give out, only being saved by XD reflexively catching him.

“Where are you going George?” XD asked with a mocking tone.

George shuddered with leftover giggles, “Awahahay!”

“Oh I don’t think so.” XD shook his head. “You were so curious. I’m just making sure that you’ve gotten acquainted with my cloak.” The playful excuse rolled off his tongue with ease.

“Ihi was just trying it ohohon!” George argued his point, not realizing the hole he was digging for himself.

“On purpose?” XD asked.

George nodded his head. “Yes! Wait-no! Well, I mean-“ George stuttered over himself.

“Oh.” XD said with a cheshire grin. “Well in that case,” XD’s hands jumped back to life, with his top pair squeezing the brunette’s hips and his bottom pair massaging his thighs. XD chuckled at George’s booming laughter and frantic squirming.

George’s face was bright red as he shook his head back and forth. He cackled breathlessly as he fought with the fabric still entangling his wrists, but eventually resigned himself to going limp in XD’s hold.

XD cooed, the sound echoing and reverberating through George’s very being. “Are you finally giving up?”

George rapidly nodded, “YEHEHES YEHEHEhehes!”

XD ceased his actions and withdrew his arms, letting George gently down on the floor as he shook with mirthful giggles.

“Ohoho my gohohod.” George whined. “Is that all I needed to sahay?”

XD nodded, “You still have my cloak, after all.”

George spluttered and pulled at his hands. He found that the fabric easily slid off. He stared wide eyed “What! No! It was stuck! I-” He spoke hastily. “There is no way.”

XD laughed with a knowing look. “It does have a mind of its own, often time.” He offered the insight.

George groaned and raked his, now free, hands down his face.

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I genuinely couldn’t figure out how to end that, so have fun with an abrupt stop! Anyways, I hope you like it!

As for a certain little bug wondering around; I hope you enjoyed it and that it was as torturous as possible. It’s still cushiony because I’m a softy and you’re a sadist, but I hope you liked the little stuff I threw in.

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error-pleaseleaveamessage-error · 2 years

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This was requested by @twordishfics, a little lee!George doodle! Thank you for the ask!! :D

The text says:

*trying not to laugh* | "mm-mmhmmhm" | tickle tickle

This is the first time I've drawn George, I'm proud of the hair design but the clothes I'm still debating over.

#pandas drawing #mcyt tickle #lee!george #lee!georgenotfound #lee george #lee georgenotfound #mcyt tickle art

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slimeylee · 2 years

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this picture practically summarizes this whole thing

dream, sapnap, george, yadda yadda yadda, yeah

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"Poor George over there, the sun is just beaming him straight in the face-" Dream commented, nodding his head in the direction of a napping George with the sun pointed directly at his face. Sapnap looked over, laughing. "Dude, how is he still sleeping?" "I do- I don't know, genuinely." Dream replied, picking up the two remotes on the cushion and scooting over to sit closer to his sleeping friend. He gently played with George's hair as him and Sapnap went back to watching television.

Dream instinctively lifted his hand when he heard George prompt a noise. He lowered his hand slightly to see where it hovered before realizing somehow his hand went from being at George's head to George's neck and shoulder. Sapnap looked over and Dream gave a weak smile before lightly grazing a finger over George's collarbone. George grunted quietly, a smile forming on his face.

"mmmh.. stohop.." George mumbled under his breath, scrunching up his shoulders. Sapnap snickered. "Is he?-" "It makes so much sense, doesn't it?!" Dream took advantage of George's arm being slightly raised up and dashing his hand into his armpit. George yelped, his eyes shooting open in surprise. "DrEHEam! Gehehet ohout!" George swatted at Dream's hand, using his other hand to block the blinding sun from his eyes; he was already colourblind, he didn't need to be blind-blind. "Good morning," Dream smiled.

"It's 2 PM, actually," Sapnap mentioned, taking a sip of his water. Dream removed his hand from it's placing, and George let out a few sharp breaths before covering his pink face with a pillow. "Well it's morning time for this british fuck." Dream grinned, jabbing George in the side. A few giggles poured out of George's mouth as he rolled onto his side and brought his knees up to his chest.

Sapnap looked back at the television, as did Dream. Dream's grin turned into a larger smile as he had looked back down at George--only moving his eyes, not his full head. I'm telling you now, you wouldn't believe the scream and flurry of hysterical laughter that George emitted, throwing his head back as Dream dug his fingers evilly--one pair of fingers into George's hip, the other into his left inner thigh.

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i kinda suck writing dteam xD i sort of based the way they're talking off of other events (british fuck is what dream called george once, etc.)

hope it was ok tho :p/pos

aaand slimey out ^-^

-spookyslime

#slimey-fics #ler!dreamwastaken #mentioned sapnap #lee!georgenotfound #cc!dreamteam

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nekoma-not-lee · 1 year

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Day 6 - Waking Up

Here is the lovely prompt list <3

CC!Sapnap/CC!George; CC!George/CC!Sapnap PLATONIC

Thought you might wanna be tagged again <3 @rxsahgrce

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“SAHAHAHAP! IHIHIH’M TRYIHIHIHIHNG TOHOHO SLEHEHEHEEP!” George complained, squirming around under the covers. Sapnap claimed he was ‘sleeping too long’. Well he had another thing coming. With a sudden burst of strength, George pushed Sapnap off, the latter letting out a shriek. George quickly pinned Sapnap to the bed, shooting his hands under the latter’s arms. Sapnap let out a shriek and instantly burst into loud laughter as Georges fingers skittered around the ticklish area. He immediately started pleading for mercy, while George just clicked his tongue, “You should’ve thought about that before waking me up.” Sapnap shook his head from side to side, trying to bear the sensations, “WAHAHAHAHAIT! NONONOHOHOHOHOHO IHIHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHOHOHRREHEHEHEHEHE! FAHAHAHAHACK! NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!” George did in fact stay in that spot whether Sapnap liked it or not.

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wishitweresummer · 10 months

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Sapnap tickling George <33

#like actually #georgenotfound #snf #he’s so ticklishhh #Sapnap couldn’t keep his hands to himself this stream oml #imagine what they are like off camera #mcyt tickle #sapnap #snf tickle #mcyt #tickle clip #lee!georgenotfound #ler!sapnap #georgenotfound tickle #georgenotfound laugh #they are so cute I die

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sapnapstummy · 5 months

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Hi everyone! I decided to post a small tickle scene from my georgenap fic livewire as its own stand alone drabble :]

Please enjoy almost 800 words of george and sapnap tickling each other and being in love <3

“Let’s do something. I’m bored.” George whines, flopping down on Sapnap’s bed.

Sapanp shifts his legs, making more room for George and creating more space between them. He hums agreeingly, but his eyes never leave his work laptop. He’s trying to fix an audio error for one of his videos, but it doesn’t seem like something that he can fix from his side. His brows furrow as he flips to a different recording, hoping he can splice them together.

A hand grabs his ankle, startling him, “What the fuck, George! You scared the shit outta me!” He tries to jerk his leg away, but George’s grip tightens.

“You’re ignoring me. Don’t ignore me. I’m bored,” George’s voice turns into a whisper, lips brushing the hair on Sapnap’s leg, “and that makes me dangerous.” He turns quickly, blowing a raspberry in the crook of his knee and dancing his fingers up the back of his calf.

Sapnap howls with laughter. George lets him twist and turn in his hold, but never fully lets go. “Stop, George. Actually stop, you’re gonna break my laptop.”

George releases his leg, and Sapnap sighs in relief. It’s short lived as George moves the laptop away and places it on the nightstand. Quickly, before he can protest, Sapnap’s arms are pinned by George’s knees. Cold hands run up and down his arms, exposed by the short sleeves of his shirt. Sapnap wiggles, trying with all his might to keep his giggles inside.

As he squirms under George’s touch, his shirt rides up. Sapnap watches George’s eyes flick down to the sliver of revealed tummy. He stops abruptly, yanking his arms attempting to free them from under George’s knees.

“Look what we have here. A delicious Sapnap. Waiting so patiently for me!” George folds practically in half to nose at his stomach. The sound of George’s inhale makes him tense with anticipation, and the feeling of George’s lips on his bare skin makes fire shoot through his veins.

Despite anticipating the raspberry, Sapnap can’t keep his laughter contained. It spills out of him and he can’t stop. “Please! George, oh my god!” He doesn’t even care how ridiculous he sounds. He thrashes and jerks his limbs, but George remains steady.

When George pulls away, face flushed, he giggles. Then his giggles turn into manic cackles until he’s gasping for air. His chest collides with Sapnap’s as he flops down, totally breathless.

Sapnap uses his moment of weakness to slide out from underneath and switch their positions. He sits on George’s thighs, flattening George’s legs out across the bed. Immediately, his hands squeeze at George’s side. He grins in victory as George writhes below him. George’s hands squeeze Sapnap’s shirt in tightly balled fists. As George tires, he pulls Sapnap closer.

“Sap-Sapnap, pleas-se. I can’t-”

As a final move, Sapnap presses his face into George’s neck, giving him the wettest raspberry he can. George cackles beneath him, loud and wholeheartedly. George weakly pushes him away, battling between ending the tickle fight or protecting his vulnerable sides.

He pulls away from George’s neck to catch his breath, but George hooks his arms around the back of Sapnap’s head, tugging him back down. His thighs shake and his arms come down to the side to stop him from ragdolling on George.

“Ugh, lay on me already. Stop being an idiot.” George gives his head another tug, while Sapnap hesitantly lets his body rest on George’s. “There we go. It’s like a weighted blanket, but like epic ‘cause you’re warm.”

“Was this your plan all along? To distract me from my very important work and turn me into your own personal weighted blanket?” Sapnap can feel every breath that George makes. The push and pull of George’s chest and the vibrations when he talks makes his heart beat faster. He hopes George doesn’t notice.

George, still tickle-high, laughs breathlessly in his ear with a quiet squeak. “You’re an idiot.” Sapnap can hear the smile in George’s voice and he looks up at him. George’s skin is flushed and his eyes sparkle happily.

“Your idiot,” he sighs as he tucks his face into George’s neck. Gently, he lets his beard brush lightly against George’s skin just to feel him squirm a little bit more. He feels George shift, then cool fingers touch the back of his neck, brushes softly through his curls.

“Yeah,” George breathes and Sapnap knows without seeing that George is looking at him with as much love as he possibly can. “You’re mine”

Sapnap presses a kiss to George’s neck before letting his eyes slip shut and matching their breaths, and they fall asleep happy and warm in each other's arms with smiles on their faces.

Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed, consider checking out livewire :] I wrote it for the dtk ace week collab, it's 17k words of ace sapnap and it's my baby. It features this scene until the dash where it takes a little bit of a different turn! And stay tuned for some future fics!!

#blazewrites #mcyt tickle #tickle fic #lee!sapnap #ler!george #ler!georgenotfound #ler!sapnap #lee!george #lee!georgenotfound #hehehe i loved writing this

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fluffallamaful · 1 year

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George’s Birthday Kisses

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better late than ever… 😅 this is a sequel to a wip lmao. i’m sure i’ll finish it at some point, but i’m also sure you’ll be able to fill in the gaps 😍

Summary: The Dream Team are baking a cake for George’s birthday. George is being a menace. Dream leaps at the idea of giving George birthday kisses. George is too ticklish for birthday kisses. SPLENDIDLY PLATONIC

Warnings: tickles

Word Count: shortish

please enjoy omfg

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The atmosphere in the Dream Team home had never been sweeter, crisp autumn air snuggled into the scent of a freshly baking vanilla cake — the chosen flavour for George’s birthday that year.

The ravenette’s arrival in Florida had brought an everlasting smile to Dream’s lips, as well as a landslide of opportunities. It was easy to forget that only a month ago, Dream had been sitting on his porch in a hurricane by himself, watching the tire tracks of the construction workers’ trucks disappear beneath the downpour.

It was as though he had been warped to a whole new planet.

“George, I can literally see you grabbing more flour.” Sapnap’s grumbled complaint rumbled out from beside Dream, pulling a scoffed chuckle from the older as he continued his stirring.

It was no coincidence that he had been placed in charge of the icing; conveniently standing between his two other housemates. It was made avidly clear that morning that George had woken up in one of his crazier moods — no doubtably propelled by the fact that it was his birthday — and he had quickly latched onto Sapnap with the aim to dispel his untamed energy.

“Chat? should I~?”

“No, fuck off.”

Dream lifted his head to roll his eyes in the cheeky ravenette’s direction, smile widening hopelessly at the sight of the mound of flour in his hand.

“George.” George let out a few delighted giggles at his warning tone, clearly adoring the attention.

The house was already a mess but Dream was still content on at least keeping his clothes a little less flour-covered than Sapnap’s. He was also well aware that the younger man could only take so much button-pressing; his brown sweatshirt was already coated white.

The alert of another donation pinged from the computer in front of them. Dream leapt at the opportunity to derail George’s threat.

“Did Dream or Sapnap get you any birthday gifts this year?” He read out, pausing to check the consistency of his icing afterwards. It was just about ready.

“No they didn’t. They hate me actually.” Dream’s jaw dropped in offence.

“No! That’s not true!” He defended, the idea of not caring for his once-long distant best friend being intolerable. “You didn’t ask for anything!! Chat, we don’t do birthday gifts.” He stated firmly.

“He’s on track for a knuckle sandwich though. Maybe that can be his birthday gift instead.” Both boys giggled at Sapnap’s suggestion. “Birthday punches.”

“Birthday kisses.” George chipped back, dark, playful eyes locking onto Dream’s as he turned his head. Dream quickly averted his gaze, blush rising to his cheeks. The comment had been a reference to his own birthday, in which Sapnap had been convinced by chat to give him birthday kisses. It was an intentional dig at Dream’s pride, an attempt to embarrass him live on stream, and it had worked.

“Look he’s embarrassed!!” An overjoyed cackle rang out through the kitchen. Dream shook his head as an accusing finger was shoved into his face.

“I’m not!!”

“Ohhh… Does Gogy want birthday kisses??” Sapnap crooned, evidentially not as easily derailed as Dream was, though a panicked protest from George was enough for him to find his composure.

“Wait yeah!? How come we didn’t give you birthday kisses??” He quipped, grappling at the taunting finger beside him. He chuckled as George let out a panicked squeal, his own smile widening as George’s eyes creased into crescents of a giddy bliss.

“Noho!!” The older squeaked, halfhearted and with no fight. Dream reeled him into his side, squeezing his shoulder tight.

“Aww come on… What are you afraid of?”. He crooned, dropping his voice to a smooth taunt, and wrapping his free arm around George’s middle. He manoeuvred him to a behind hug, grinning and feigning a few kissy noises beside his ear as a bout of flustered giggles and huffs tumbled out from the ravenette.

“Naww was that a giggle?! Is George getting all giggly?” Sapnap teased playfully, taking a few steps towards them, and dipping his hand into the bag of flour on his way over.

Dream laughed at him, countering George’s panicked squirms by wrapping his arms around his chest. Part of him felt the need to pull George away from Sapnap, but quite frankly he was sure that his cheeks were still at least a little pink, so this would be a good distraction for the stream.

“NOHo! Stohop!!”

“Ohhh but you thought it was so funny to do it to me!?” Sapnap matched Dream’s wide grin, stalking his way closer and closer whilst making show of the mound of flour in his hand.

“Dreheheam!!”

“Hm?” Dream let his head drop innocently to the crook of George’s neck, purposely humming against his skin. A victorious smile crept up his lips as flustered huffs and splutters intertwined themselves into the his friend’s giggles. “Ohhh he’s embarrassed!!” He teased cheekily, mocking George from earlier, and wrangling up the smaller’s hands once they tried to push away his own. He held them firmly to George’s chest.

“nOhoho I’M nOhot!!”

“What’s so funny??” A shrill scream rang out through the kitchen as Sapnap’s stalking finally reached close enough to dust his hands across the black fabric of George’s hoody. The scream was then followed by a wave of choppy protests, and the thumping of George’s feet as he stamped them into the kitchen floor.

“NAHHH HAH HAAHHH!!”

“He’s got the giggles!!”

“NOho Sap-NAhAP — DREHEAM!!” Another scream tore through George throat as Dream began to place the first of his birthday kisses against George’s neck, peppering them in a soft trail up its side.

Dream half expected George to leap out of his skin once he started, but to Dream’s absolute surprise, he found that George seemed to all but melt into his arms instead. He smiled fondly as loud laughter was immediately replaced by soft, squeaky giggles, squeezing his eyes shut as a surge of affection washed through him.

“Nohohohoho!!” George tittered helplessly, shaking his head in attempt to block out Dream’s sweet attack. He tightened his hold around George to steady him, squeezing his wrists and letting his kisses trail up to George’s cheek. It really did feel like another planet.

“Naww he’s gone all squeaky? Whahat!?” Sapnap mused, dotting a few flour covered pokes into George’s ribs and belly. George shook his head wildly.

“Nohoho this ihihisn’t—” Dream watched his eyeline dart nervously to the camera, smiling into his kisses as the warmth from George’s cheeks could be felt in against his own. He moved them up to his temple, causing George to shake his head again, and his hands to tug at his own.

“What’s wrong?“ He mumbled, squeezing the smaller boy closer as he choked his way through flustered giggles. He let his kisses move down past George’s ear to his jaw, lingering over the skin just beside his ear. “Too ticklish for birthday kisses?” He murmured.

“Ss-stahahahap you didn’t— nahaha— thihihis ihihisn’t—“ Dream grinned as his taunt produced a rather satisfying flurry of protests to fall from George’s mouth.

“Definitely sounds like he’s a little ticklish to me.” Sapnap agreed, drilling his thumbs into a pair of particularly sensitive ribs.

“SAHAHAPNAP!!” George squealed, leaping and bounding in Dream’s arms as the new tickly current raced through him. He threw his head back into loud cackles, tugging at his arms and buckling at the knees.

“What have I found in here Georgie~?” Sapnap crooned calmly, kneading deep circles into the two ribs. Dream placed a few kisses along the meaty part of his neck, pulling him to his chest to prevent him from falling. “Is this a really ticklish spot?”

George could only shake his head in response, laughter going silent for a moment as Dream moved up to place several small, butterfly kisses behind his ear.

“Nohohoho the streheam- youhuhu dihidn’t— Dreheheam dihihidnt—” He choked out, stamping his feet into the floor again as Sapnap began to move his kneading up his ribcage.

“Nawww he can barely speak!!” Dream crooned against George’s ear, flutters of adoration coursing through his body. He placed a few kisses onto the shell of the ear itself, shivering at the memory of Sapnap doing the same thing to him.

“Nohohoho stohohop!!” George squealed, desperately trying to slam his head down to his shoulder. “Dreheheam couhuhuld’t—” Dream felt his heart squeezes as a bubbly wave of giggles shook through his friend’s body. “Dream couhuhuldn’t be seheen!” He finally managed, hands yanking once again at Dream’s hold. His face was bright red, clearly embarrassed.

Dream instinctively let the tugging hands go, watching with a fond gaze as they planted themslves promptly over George’s cheeks.

He did technically did have a point after all… Dream’s birthday kisses were before his face reveal…

“Alright, alright you big baby.” Sapnap groaned, rubbing at George’s well-kneaded ribs to help calm down him down. “Dream how many have you done?” He asked, helping George brush away some of the flour from his body

“How many have I done?”

“Like, how many kisses?”

“Ohhhh…” The sudden realisation that he was supposed to be counting twenty-six kisses twisted in Dream’s chest, prompting a rosey blush to return promptly to his cheeks. He had been so caught up in George’s reactions that he had completely forgotten to count how many he had done.

“Were you not counting??”

“Dreahem!!”

“What?! Am I not allowed to show you affection? Georgie~” Dream defended, attempting to quell his embarrassment by hiding himself away behind George’s head, and placing a few strategic kisses into the nape of his neck to redirect the attention of the room.

“nAHohoh sTOHOp!! Youhuhu ihihidiot!!” George yelped, leaning himself forward and away from Dream’s mischievous diversion. Dream easily followed.

The same squeaky laugh from before returned, along with the padding of George’s feet against the floor. The attack only lasted until George started trying to turn himself around in Dream’s arms. Dream loosened his grip to allow him space to do so, beaming down with absolute adoration as George’s shoulders’ shook with each residual titter that tumbled out of him. He shot Sapnap a prideful smile. The younger rolled his eyes.

“Yeah ok ok, we get it smiley, he’s adorable.”

“No mohohohore!!” George tittered, the plead muffled into Dream’s chest. Dream had to remind himself that he was indeed still on Earth, and in this world.

“It’s ok I’m done, I’m done.” He promised, hugging the giggly boy in tightly, and then unwinding him from his chest and patting him reassuringly on the shoulder.

George’s face was blotchy red with embarrassment, his lips twisted into the resulting expression of a giddy smile and a feigned pout combined. His hands immediately clasped around the hem of his hoody, dragging it up and burying his face into it.

Thankfully for the smaller, the ringing timer from his phone provided him with the opportunity to divert the stream’s attention away from himself, and onto his baking birthday cake instead.

Dream shook his head fondly. The air in the Dream Team home truly had never been sweeter.

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it’s been 7 months 😵‍💫 how absolutely insane

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sleepy--anon · 5 months

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Tired Tickles

Reblog first, like later please, reblogs do more

Punz scoffed quietly when he realized the George, who had begged him for 30 minutes to let him come over so they could hang out, had fallen asleep on his couch. He was laid on his front, face slightly hidden in his arms folded under his head, the blanket only covering half of his lower body, face flushed with sleep, shirt slightly bunched up, hair slightly messed up. Punz tsked at him, poking his foot as he sat down on the couch. George huffed in his sleep, pushing his foot into Punz’s thigh. Punz stared at George for a second, working out what had just happened. How deep of a sleep was he in? Normally he would shoot awake, shy away, and theaten like he killed his first born. He traced the outer edge of his foot, over his brightly colored socks. At most George’s foot twitched and flinched slightly, his face scrunched up a few times before relaxing. Punz kept his touch light, barely there, not trying to wake him. He traced the patterns on the bottom of his sock with his pointer nail. Watching a smile pull at George’s lips as he huffed out half laughs.

"Stohohoooop..." He whined, toes wiggling. Punz couldn't stop himself anymore, reaching a bit farther up, grasping onto his ankle to stop the kick as he squeezed his thigh.

"Get up!" George shot up, squealing as he shoves himself to the other end of the couch.

"Punz! What the hell?" He squeaked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"You wanted to hang out, you're not allowed to sleep."

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rxsahgrce · 1 year

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I was just zoned out on my bed, and I was thinking

After reading this I might aswell of turned it into a fic 😭

I didn't have any exact people, but just say dteam or something, did a ylyl, but if you laugh there's a a consequence or a punishment. I actually have this thought really often, and I think it's been brought up somewhere before because its not an uncommon thing to do.

But say they take turns, one of them- just say George- will be sat in the chair, and sapnap and dream would be stood behind him, if he laughs at a funny video he gets "punished" by whatever sapnap and dream do or give to him, and then swaps places with one of them.

But the punishment ends up being tickles, and George is obviously startled because the amount of time dream and sapnap were whispering, he would've expected it to be something like getting eggs on his head or having to climb the tallest tree they can find or something like that.

And he starts cackling and kicking when dream and sapnap randomly latch their hands onto his sides and ribs, flailing and kicking until he manages to push himself on the ground and thinks he's gotten away, but all he's done is allowed dream and sapnap to trap him.

Dream straddles his hips, and sapnap goes behind him to lift his arms to the side of his head, and all the stream can see is dreams head poking up.

With his arms up, his entire torso is exposed, and sapnap teases him while dream tickles him.

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amitlee · 1 year

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Comfort In The Big Things

Summary: George is sad and XD just so happens to be very good at cheering him up.

Warnings: Descriptions on sadness

Dear Mushie gifted me with this prompt

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George sighed and wrapped his blanket tighter around himself. Even though he knew the feeling wasn’t rational, he couldn’t help the oppressing loneliness that had settled into his bones. The silence in his bedroom certainly wasn’t helping. It seemed the entire world had left; he heard no birds outside of the window, no rustling of leaves, not even the occasional creak of his house.

His expression soured and his vision went blurry with unshed tears. He turned to lay on his stomach in hopes of falling asleep, burying his head into the multitude of pillows and scattered blankets. He cuddled into one of his pillows, gripping it tightly in anger, fear, or maybe desperation. His inability to name the feeling only added to his frustration. He let out another sigh and closed his eyes.

He felt himself drift off into a world of fully colored shapes and sounds that weren’t really there. Just before he finally slipped fully out of consciousness, the air tensed and an audible ‘pop’ resounded. George tensed.

“George?” A double voice called. XD took a step forward as he took in his surroundings. Clothes and tools were scattered across the normally tidy room and it was entirely devoid of its usual golden light. It was cold, the type of cold that seeps into you and weighs you down. XD immediately knew something was off, very off.

The deity’s gaze landed on the lump on the bed bundled under the unnecessary amount of blankets George insisted on having. He supposed it came in handy in situations like this.

“George, what are you doing?” XD asked as he walked towards the bed, eventually slowly sitting down beside George so as to not startle him.

There was shuffling from under the blanket and George stuck his head out, even though only one side of his face was visible, the other side still being smushed into a pillow. His hair was sticking in every direction and a grumpy look was on his face. As adorable as it seemed to XD at first, he quickly noticed more signs telling him that his friend was in distress.

“You look strange.”

George huffed, looking away from XD. “Yeah?”

XD brushed his thumb across George’s cheek, something he used to do to Dream when he was little to sooth him. “You look sad.” He paused. “It’s strange to see you sad.”

George flushed, both at the attention and the fact that he was read so easily. “I guess.” He whispered, his voice not allowing for itself to be any louder. He rolled onto his back to fully face XD.

XD hummed, “Is there anything you need? Anything I can do to make you feel better?” He asked, fully prepared to give George the world should he ask for it.

George immediately wanted to deny the offer, already feeling like he was taking up too much time and space. But his mind flashed to times before, when he and XD would sit together for hours in comfortable silence. Sometimes it wasn’t silent and XD would tell ancient stories, painting mental pictures of mystical worlds.

“Can-“ George took XD’s hand in his, “Can you stay?” He asked timidly.

XD smiled and accepted the request without another thought. He shifted into a more comfortable position and lifted George onto his lap. George was laying with his back against XD’s chest, both of them leaned back contently. They sat like that for a long while in peaceful silence until George spoke up.

“XD?”

“Yes?” The deity answered softly.

George lifted XD’s hand and set it on his own stomach. “Could you..” He trailed off, hoping XD got the message.

“Of course, George.” XD complied with the endearing request. He pushed George’s shirt to expose his tummy, sides, and a few ribs. The gentle swipe up was enough to make George’s breath hitch and a smile spread across his face. XD smiled and began to delicately dance his clawed fingers on the smaller man’s lower ribs.

Immediately, George felt fluttering sparks spread across his ribs and sides from the small buzzes of energy. He instinctively tried to wiggle away from the swirling sensations wracking his body as soft laughter poured from his bright smile. His laughter turned into high pitched giggling when XD drug his fingers with a featherlight touch in the divots of his ribs. Being between the bones and directly on the muscle amplified the ticklish feeling, George found it impossible to contain his mirth.

XD smiled fondly at the mortal, finding his reactions unbearably adorable. He found himself chuckling along with his friend and feeling a shared sense of glee. He chuckled again when he noticed George gently kicking his legs to dispel the new energy surging through his being.

“Where are you going, George?” XD purred into George’s ear.

The low vibrations caused George to gasp and have squeaks intermingle with his laughter. He scrunched his neck to his shoulder and sank in the god’s arms.

“Oh no,” XD tsked, “None of that.” He hefted George up back to his previous spot and resumed gently, yet diabolically, tickling his ribs. XD watched in fascination as his gentle touch left goosebumps and made muscles jump. He was in the midst of trying to comprehend the meaning of the reactions when George arched his back with a high squeal.

“EHehexdehEHE!” George shrieked as XD’s hands skimmed the backs of the sides of his ribs.

Noticing the change in George’s reactions, XD used the pads of his fingers, specifically the pointer and thumb, to pinch the small area around the back of George’s ribs he could reach. George made this especially difficult by pressing himself further back into XD’s chest. As XD’s arms were practically wrapped around the man in a loose backwards hug, he wormed his hands to wiggle his four fingers on both hands into George’s back, slotting each finger between a different rib and lightly digging into the front from where his thumbs were placed to stabilize.

George crumbled into barking cackles. The feeling on his rib cage was only broken up by the occasional tweak, but was otherwise a continuous, and extremely ticklish, massage.

George related the feeling to the time Sapnap and Dream took turns kneading and drilling into the most sensitive areas of his back, claiming they were giving him a massage and it was his fault for being so ticklish in the first place. In the end, he was a giggly puddle on the forest floor; he would never tell either of them that it had the same effect as an actual massage.

“Hehehey! HEHEY!” He squawked through his bright, boisterous laughter.

XD’s own small giggles rumbled through his chest, sending a soothing vibration into George and furthering his giggly bliss. “Tickle, tickle, Georgie~” He crooned. He brought his pace down back to a soft, never ending trace on George’s ribs; he occasionally strayed down to his sides and hips to see George squeal and wiggle.

“Thahat was cruel.” George spoke, a wide smile still sprawled out across his face.

“Yeah?” XD asked teasingly. “Is that why you liked it so much?” George blushed, spluttering out half-formed excuses. XD simply rolled his eyes and squeezed George tighter in their prolonged hug.

George felt his mirth fully subside, leaving him with a calm sense of content. He melted into XD’s hug and flipped his head onto the deity’s shoulder, catching a glimpse of the sunset falling across the horizon. He groaned to himself, his dull guilt returning at the realization that he’d definitely kept his friend from getting any other tasks completed. He drug his hand down his face, “XD, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize how late it had gotten, shouldn’t you be going? I don’t want to cause more of a burden than I already hAHAhahave- StohOHOP WIHIhith thehe rihihibs!”

XD nodded and stopped his hands from where they had begun squeezing both sides of George’s ribs, his large hands being able to cover the entirety of the spot. He took a large breath and ducked his head into George’s neck and suddenly blew a rough raspberry in the crook, having gotten rid of his mask minutes before as he trusted he wouldn’t need it.

“You-” XD said between quick raspberries placed around George’s neck, ears, and collarbones. “-are not a ‘burden’.” Added air quotes to the last word, using the motion as an excuse to wiggle his fingers at George.

George roared with laughter, frantically nodding his head, “AHAHALRIGHT! IHIhihi geheHEHET IHIHIT–EXEX DEHEHE!”

Said god had begun to softly nibble the side of George’s neck, his sharp teeth dragging across the sensitive skin maddingly. He found it difficult to continue as he smiled at George’s boyish hysterics.

George went limp in the god’s hold, he was content despite the intensely ticklish feeling and uncontrollable laughter. His face felt hot and he was certain his blush had been noticed by XD, he was grateful that he was saved from the embarrassment of it being pointed out.

Finally deciding his friend had had enough, he stopped the ruthless tickling. He patted George’s stomach in a way that was meant to be comforting, but made the man jolt with a giggly yelp. “Calm down, little one. I’m done.” He said with a soft croon in his tone, openly showing his endearment.

“Ohohoh my gohohod-“ George said breathlessly. He felt floaty from the amount of adrenaline and joy flowing through his body. He looked up at XD with a dazed smile, just beginning to calm down from his remaining giggle fit.

“I mean it, you’re never a burden to me. I have eternity to spend doing less important things than this.” XD reassured. He took George’s hand in his, rubbing his thumb back and forth across the back to help ground him.

George grinned wider, a pleased flush coming back to his face. He turned around so they were chest to chest and wrapped his arms around XD, hugging him tightly. He felt himself being weighed down with the pull of sleep.

XD ran a hand firmly on George’s back, easily lulling him to sleep. “Goodnight, George.”

XD knew he’d find himself in this position again. He knew George would have bad days. He also knew that he’d be there to help him through every single one.

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Hehehe I didn’t proof read this

1700 words and yet it’s such a quick one. DONT BE FOOLED IT TOOK ME FOUR DAYS-

#worked my ass off on it though #ticklecommunity #mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #tickle fic #dsmp tickle #dsmpticklefic #dsmp tickle fic #Ler!XD #Ler!dreamXD #lee!george #lee!georgenotfound

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