so me and @mushiewrites started talking like… 2 days before the face reveal or something like that, and we grew a LOT closer on face reveal day when we watched the reveal/georges vlog together and talked about it. a day or two later, he had this Brilliant idea that he posted about in this concept here, and we brainstormed about the idea the same day. it was one of our first real brainrots together, and genuinely will always hold a special place in my heart for that reason alone
we both actually started writing the same concept on a discord call together, but neither of us ever made it around to finishing it, and time went on and on until now, 2 and a half YEARS later, since i’ve started doing the few smaller fics of older concepts from 2021/22/23. mash all these factors together, and i present to you: the infamous Shoe Fic. please, hold your applause.
so, let this be a testament to mushie, and the wonderful friendship that we’ve fostered since the birth of this concept. i couldn’t be more grateful for everything they’ve done for and with me, and i hope we get to make millions of new concepts like this forever and ever <3 everyone go show mush your appreciation!!! and i hope you all enjoy the fic 🥰
lee!dream, ler!george, 1.7k words
enjoy!!
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"Dream?" George said as he knocked on the door of Dream's office that was left slightly cracked open. He pushed the door open a little more, continuing as he did so. "Are you in here?"
"Yeah," a soft voice called from inside the room. "You can come in."
George pushed the door the rest of the way open, closing it behind him as he stepped into the room and caught sight of Dream, laying on his back on the twin bed against the wall. The thin black throw blanket was draped haphazardly over his thighs, one arm behind his head while the other held his phone in front of him, and his feet– more importantly, his shoes– rested at the far end of the bed.
“I thought I told you not to put your shoes on the bed,” George reprimanded lightly, walking over to the bed and smacking the sole of Dream’s white sneaker, making him chuckle and roll his eyes playfully.
“Okay, mom,” Dream sassed, turning back to his phone as George leaned his hip against the edge of the bed and crossed his arms over his chest, in true ‘mom’ fashion. “I’ll make sure to do my homework and brush my teeth before I go to bed too.”
“You’re such an idiot,” George replied with a smile, shaking his head fondly. He whacked the side of Dream’s shoe again, slipping his pointer finger through the loop of his shoelaces and lifting his foot up with it, before dropping it back down on the bed and making them both laugh. “I’m being serious. You’re gonna get the sheets all gross and dirty and germ-y.”
“Oh, germ-y, huh?” Dream teased, kicking at George’s hand, before unceremoniously turning over to lay on his stomach, crossing his ankles and returning to scrolling on his phone. “You say that like I go outside.”
“You went outside today.”
“To our driveway.”
“Which is outside,” George said, hiking one leg up to sit halfway on the edge of the bed. “And you’re gonna start going outside more now…” He continued, trailing off, the echo of ‘now that I’m here, now that we’re together’ that rattled his brain going unsaid.
“Hm…” Dream hummed in understanding, a smile forming on his lips at the thought. George was right, he actually would be going outside a lot more now, getting to explore the world with George and Sapnap, and every adventure he could possibly come up with flooded his mind at once, warming his chest from the inside out.
In his distraction, however, he failed to notice George climb the rest of the way onto the bed and swing his leg over Dream’s lower body, only snapping back to reality when he felt a weight settle on his calves, pinning his legs down with ease.
“What are you doing?” Dream asked, twisting his upper body around and propping himself up on his elbow to try to get a better view, but all he saw was the back of George’s pale blue t-shirt, still wrinkled from the journey to Florida less than a week prior, packed in a suitcase and only recently put away.
“Taking your shoes off,” George answered, tone flat as he tugged on the laces of Dream’s sneakers. Dream scoffed, rolling his eyes once more, but he let George continue.
He turned back around, resting his head on his arm and rubbing his tired eyes with the back of his knuckles as George removed one shoe and let it drop to the floor beside the bed to be picked up later. He let his eyes close, already more sleepy than he was when he first laid down in his office, comforted and relaxed by George’s presence alone.
His relaxation was interrupted by a sudden yelp as George slipped the second shoe off, when he accidentally grazed the sole of Dream’s foot with the tips of his fingers, causing him to whip his head back around and try to yank his leg away, kicking his shoe unceremoniously onto the ground.
Dream froze, realization washing over him and causing his face to heat up, waiting to see if George had caught on as well. George, also silent and frozen, very clearly had noticed, and Dream didn’t need to see his face to know the smirk on it was growing wider with each passing second.
“…What was that?” George asked, his amused tone confirming Dream’s suspicions, only making his face flush even more.
“…Nothing,” Dream replied, and the pitch of his voice indicated it was precisely anything other than nothing.
“Are you ticklish?”
“No!” He defended, curling his toes and covering the foot that George had tickled with the other one, hoping it would grant him any sort of protection. George stayed silent, and simply trailed his fingers down the sole of that foot instead, earning a sharp gasp and flinch from Dream, telling him everything he needed to know.
“Dream,” He spoke with a low voice, making Dream squirm slightly under him, antsy before anything had even happened. “You’re ticklish.”
“…Maybe,” Dream replied after a moment of silence, pushing himself up onto his hands. He twisted and turned, trying to see past George’s shoulders, but it was no use, so he dropped back down to his elbows and sighed nervously. A few more moments went by with no words or movement from either of them, longer than what seemed necessary, and Dream furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “George?”
“Hm?”
“…What are you doing?”
“Thinking.”
“…Thinking?” Dream asked, looking behind him again, and this time he saw George look over his shoulder and smile at him before turning back. “About what?” He tried, and he received no verbal response, but he felt fingers trail down the soles of both his feet instead. “Oh, fuck, George–“
“You know what,” George replied, giggling as Dream’s feet kicked and squirmed as much as they could underneath him, and he used one hand to press Dream’s ankle into the bed and the other to skitter his nails up and down the sole of his socked foot, making him groan and let out a few stray giggles, which then turned into a full blown giggle fit.
“Nohohoho, c’mohohon!” Dream whined, dropping back down onto the bed, unable to hold himself up any longer. He hid in his elbow, free hand gripping the pillow above his head, pulling it closer and shoving his face into it when he let out another undignified squeal and fell into boyish cackles as George switched to scratching over the arch of his foot. “AH– nahahahaha!”
“This is incredible,” George said, mostly to himself, and he tightened his knees around Dream’s ankles to hold them closer together, now scribbling his fingers over both feet at the same time. Dream’s laughter kicked up a notch at that, curling his toes and squirming as much as he could.
“Nahahaha, thihihis ihisn’t fahahahair!” He threw one hand behind him to blindly grab for George, fingers grazing his shirt just enough to grab onto the fabric and hold on tightly, making George chuckle at him. His fingers grazed over the sides of his feet while they danced over his soles, making him squeal and squirm even harder. “OKAHAHAY, stohop, stahahahap!”
“Are you gonna wear your shoes on the bed again?” George asked, his condescending and teasy tone only making Dream more flustered.
“Nohohoho, nohoho! I wohohon’t, I swehehear!” He caved, smacking his hand against the pillow below him and shaking his head wildly, making a mess of his curls even though George wasn’t looking.
“Good. Say you’re sorry,” George demanded, his smirk once again audible in his voice.
“Fuhuhuck OHOHOFF!”
“No, you’re gonna say ‘George, you were right, I was wrong, I’m sorry’ or I’m never gonna stop tickling you.”
“Nohoho!?” He protested, shoving his face in the pillow, butterflies swirling in his tummy at George’s assertiveness. George’s fingers wormed their way under his toes, scratching and scribbling there instead, and Dream let out another loud squeal, curling his toes uselessly but unable to throw George off. “AHAHAHA, Geohohohorge! Stahahahahap!”
“You know what you have to do.”
“OKAHAHAHAY, okahahay! Lehehet me breheheathe!” Dream pleaded, and George granted him a little bit of mercy, cupping his hands around the middle of Dream’s feet and pressing them down into the bed, making sure he couldn’t squirm to fight off the ghost tickles. Then, he curled his thumbs, tracing his nails slowly up and down Dream’s soles, still tickling but making sure Dream could speak through his laughter. “Fuhuck…” Dream took a breath, picking his head up from the pillow and resting it on his arm again. “Yohohou were rihihight, fihine, you were rihihight.”
“And?”
“And you’re stuhuhupihid,” He groaned, and George immediately dug in under his toes again, making him squeal and arch his back. “NAHAHAHA– I wahahahas wrohohong! I’m sohohohorry– I’M SOHORRYHYHY, Geohohorge, plehehehease!”
“That’s better,” George said softly, and he stopped the unbearable tickling, giving Dream a few seconds to breathe before he moved. He sat up on his knees, turning himself around to face Dream’s upper body instead, kneeling above his thighs and tapping his hip lightly, a silent instruction for him to flip over. Dream did, with an unenthusiastic groan, throwing his arms over his face as he continued to catch his breath, and George settled himself on Dream’s thighs instead. “You alright?”
“Mhm,” Dream hummed, and George could see the smile on his face. “You tired me out, though.”
“Good,” George replied smugly. Dream dropped his arms, looking up at George like he had just hung the moon, the lopsided smile left on his face making George’s heart burst. George giggled, making Dream giggle as well, giddy energy swirling through both of them in the soft atmosphere of the dimly lit room. “Your face is so dumb.”
“Yeah, you love it,” Dream teased, scrunching his nose up at George, who shook his head and rolled his eyes fondly. “I need a nap.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah… and so will you,” Dream said, and suddenly his arms were around George’s waist and he was yanked down onto the bed. Before he could even process the words, he was trapped between Dream’s body and the wall behind him, one leg pinned under Dream and the other curled around him, and there were fingers digging into his sides and ribs like it was all they knew how to do. George squealed, fighting back as much as he could, but any plan he could come up with to escape was unsuccessful.
Needless to say, Dream’s forgotten shoes on the floor would stay there for quite some time.
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Decided to make some new SFW tickle questions since I've seen the same ones floating around for a while, so @cayjno and I came up with some! Feel free to spread around and have fun!
What spot is the most flustering to be tickled on?
Would you rather try and fight back during rough tickles or give in and accept them? If you fight back, how quickly would you lose your strength?
What is a tease that melts you instantly?
Do you like to give / be given revenge tickles?
What is your favorite death spot (if you have more than one - if not, pick one that is a bad spot)?
Could you win the "Arms Up" game?
What spot (if any) makes you sleepy?
What is your favorite tickle game?
Would you rather have 2 lers tease you about your spots and reactions, or talk to each other about them like you're not there?
In your opinion, what is an underrated spot that you share?
What is your favorite tool?
Do you like being chased with the threat of being tickled? If so, why?
Would you rather have one ler or multiple?
What tool is the most flustering to be tickled with?
Out of these options, which would you rather - being restrained, being pinned or being left to squirm?
What is your favorite tickle trope (tickle monster, being stuck in a compromising position, massage turning to tickles, etc.)?
How do you feel about mouth tickles (raspberries, nibbles, etc.)?
Can you say the word out loud? And are there any spots that you can't say out loud?
Would you rather plan a session or have it be spontaneous?
What spot of yours would you like to have more attention on?
Pillow under the back during tickles - yes or no? Why?
Would you like to give / be given an impossible challenge (arms up, don't move, don't laugh, etc.)? If so, would you like there to be consequences if (when) you fail?
Favorite pet name to be called during teases / tickles?
Are you sensitive to air tickles (someone wiggling their fingers over a spot, etc.)?
Would you rather be tickled face up or face down? Why?
When being tickled, what technique works best - soft or rough tickles?
What would be more flustering - focusing on one specific spot, or focusing on multiple?
Do you have any uncommon tickle spots?
Reward or punishment tickles? Why?
Would you rather have your arms tied above your head or out to the sides?
Mushie mush @mushiewrites is a little lee who requested me to draw this scene with HD. Mushie loves HD getting teased and tickled almost as much as he loves getting teased and tickled himself
Warnings: Intense tickles, restraints, mentioned romantic dreamnotnap, romantic dreamnap, mention of nsfw relations, explicit language
Reserved by @mushiewrites
The three boys were finally beginning to settle into life as a throuple, learning different boundaries and who's into what. It was apparent that Dream and Sapnap were the more openly affectionate ones where as George seemed to be more of an acts of service type of lover. He would cook, clean, do little things for them as a way of expressing his love. Sapnap and Dream were clearly more on the Words of Affirmation and Touch side of things, preferring to cuddle and say 'I love you' and through out compliments like candy on Halloween. Today was no different, George had cooked the two dinner and cleaned up before leaving to see a movie with Sylvee and Skeppy, and Dream and Sapnap laid curled up together on Sapnap’s bed.
"How many people do you think would be surprised by this image?" Sapnap asked, showing Dream his phone, displaying the picture he just took of him pressed against his chest.
"Look, I like being little spoon, nothing wrong with that! You're warm and you hold me nice. Plus I like your smell, you always smell good" He fluttered his eyelashes up at his boyfriend, just barely hearing him mutter something about him being a flatterer over his heartbeat, slow, loud, and rhythmic.
"Stoooopp! You're gonna put me to sleeeep!" Dream whined, softly batting the hand in his hair.
"You're so rude! What happened to your manners" Sap lightheartedly teased back, carefully rolling him onto his back, looking down at him fondly.
"I guess you didn't fuck them into me hard enough~" Sapnap’s jaw dropped, not expecting something like that out of Dream, George sure, but Dream?! Once the shock faded it turned into a dark look, one that got Dream’s heart skipping every time he saw it. He looked up at him with doe eyes, sliding his hands up his arms to his shoulders, pulling him down to kiss him.
"Sounds like I need to take a different approach~" Sapnap purred against his lips, biting the bottom one softly, earning a small tug to the back of his curls.
"Oooo~ You gonna spank me this time~?" What has gotten into him lately?? Whatever it was, it wasn't what Sapnap had in mind. He trailed his kisses down his neck,knowing full well his eyes fell closed. He slid Dream’s hands up, locking them in the leather cuffs that were still on his bed frame, sliding his hands down as he came back up to kiss him again.
"I had something else in mind~" Was the only thing Sapnap said before digging into Dream’s stomach, a well known weak spot for the tall blonde, one that Sapnap loved to abuse as often as he could. He heard the immediate clang of Dream yanking his wrists in surprise, bucking his hips up but not doing much with how Sapnap was laid across his hips.
"I figured this might get through to you a little better~" He crooned, sliding his hoodie and shirt up painfully slow.
"NO! No cohome ohohon! I thought we were being nice today! You were mean yesterday!" Dream whined, squirming as much as he could, which wasn't very much.
"You wanted to test me today, I just so happen to have a lack of patience today~" Sapnap chuckled at the harsh flinch when he leaned down to kiss his blushing tummy. Tracing circles around his bellybutton like a shark.
"All you have to do is apologize and say you'll behave~" Dream could barely comprehend what was said, it took him a bit before shaking his head.
"Nohohohoho, juhuhust dohohon't dohohoho ihihit!"
"That's not an option to pick my darling~" Sapnap slid his hands to his lightly freckled sides and dropped down to press the biggest, deepest raspberry right below his sternum. Dream shrieked at the top of his lungs, head flung back, feet kicking wildly, if they didn't live where they did the neighbors definitely would've called the police. Dream sucked in as much air as he could while Sapnap giggled at his reaction.
"Stohop lahaughing at mehehehe!"
"I'm not laughing at you gorgeous, you're just so damn cute~!"
"FUHUHUCK!" Dream screamed loudly, his laughter almost sounding like only screams as Sapnap pressed tiny raspberries along his sides while he teased his bellybutton, somehow only touching with his nail. It wasn't until he added his teeth when Dream started to break, his laughter going silent for a seconds before coming back. His looked up as he slowly nibbled closer to the middle of his tummy, seeing Dream's face soaked with tears, waving his trapped hand. He paused, only pressing firm kisses to the red belly.
"Fuhuhuhckin hehehehell, I'm sohohohorry. I'll be behahahave I swehehear." Sapnap moved up, kissing his tear soaked face, carefully releasing his wrists, moving them back into their original position. Dream pressed himself impossibly close to Sapnap, rubbing his face against his shoulder like a sleepy baby, before making himself comfortable. He nudged him twice before he understood what he wanted, moving his hand up to play with his hair as he fell asleep, sending George a picture of the aftermath which he quickly made his lockscreen.
What’s this madness? Sean writing a fic?? Impossible
Inspired by this post, a reblog of mine on @mushiewrites fic where I explain the concept I’m writing for (Kinda a continuation of sorts). Also inspired by @covenofwives fic here.
Lee! Sapnap & Dream
Ler! George
TW: restraints, probs intense tickles ✨Playonic!✨
Enjoy!
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“George, is this really necessary..?” Dream shifted nervously on his feet as the Brit tied a lead around his large wrist.
“You said if I won your stupid challenge you’d do whatever I wanted,” George explained with a smirk, finishing the knot and admiring his work. “And I want to do this.”
George took the other end of the lead and tossed it up and over a sturdy-looking branch of an oak tree. The lead hung down too far above George’s head with Dream’s hand clutched to his chest, so he turned to the blonde with an annoyed look on his face.
“Raise your arm idiot, I need to tie Sapnap.”
“NO WAY!!”
Sapnap, who was practically hiding behind the trunk of the tree holding his ribs protectively, spoke up for the first time since George had started tying Dream’s wrist. The brunette rolled his eyes with a scoff. “Come on, don’t be such a big baby.”
“… ‘M not a baby,” The ravenette pouted.
“Then get over here, nimrod,” George smiled, before noticing the lead was still out of reach. “DREAM LIFT YOUR ARM!!”
The green clad man whines and slowly lifted his arm which the lead was attached to. The rope didn’t move, so Dream reached up on his tip-toes and got it for George.
“Stay on your tip-toes Dream, I need to be able to reach Sap’s wrist.”
As Dream complied and Sapnap allowed himself to be attached to the other end of the lead, the two both came to the same horrific conclusion simultaneously. There was no way they could both stand flat-foot on the ground: one of them had to be on tippy-toes as all times.
“There, perfect.” George stepped back and proudly admired the genius position he’d put his two friends in. Dream was standing the highest he could on his toes and Sapnap was just barely on his. The two both had one arm raised, Dream his left and Sapnap his right, and they both used the one hand they had free to protect their respective worst spots.
“Sap, I-I’m barely touching the ground over here,” Dream stuttered.
“If you stand anymore on the ground I’ll be hanging in the air!!” The other shouted.
“Alright enough of that, let’s get this party started~” the goggle-wearing man held up his hands in claws and advanced toward the larger of the two.
“Geheheorge wahait!!” Dream giggled and attempted to curl into himself. Sapnap shouted in surprise as he was yanked up and practically dangling in the air.
Despite the blonde’s desperate giggling George’s nimble fingers sneaked under his green hoodie and began to spider around his sides and stomach, sending the man into loud shrieking laughter.
“Nohohohoho Geheheorge! Stahahap!!” Dream twisted and tried in vain to bat away the offending fingers with his free hand. “SAHAahahapnahap y-yohohohou’re puhuhulling mehe ohohoff the grohohohound!!!”
He wasn’t wrong— while Dream laughed and wriggled he was fighting with Sapnap for more length on the lead. The ravenhead pulled at the rope to get his feet on the ground, but in Dream’s thrashing he was elevated in the air several times.
George took advantage of this and reached out a hand, prodding at the youngest’s upper ribs. “NOHOHO GEHEHEORGE!!! STAHAHAP THAHAHAT!!!” Sapnap cackled.
“Man, this is awesome,” George commented as if he wasn’t tormenting his two friends with tickles. “It’s so fun to watch you two flail and fight for who gets to have their feet on the ground.”
“DREHEHEHEEEAM!!! LEHEHEHET MEHEHE DOHOHOHOWN!!! GEHEHEORGE STAHAHAP IHIHIT—!” Sapnap bellowed as the older attacked his ribcage freely, as Sapnap had to hold the rope with his free hand so he didn’t injure his wrist from dangling in the air.
Dream had gone limp and in recovering hand forced himself to stand flat-footed against the ground. Due to this Sapnap hung an inch off the ground while George wrecked him.
“DREEEEAAAAM!!!”
“Dreamie, you haven’t fallen asleep have you~?” George cooed and Dream squealed as he felt fingers scratch in his armpit.
“NAHA GEHEORGE!!” He jolted and leaped into to the air, giving Sapnap (who was still having his ribs tormented by George) the leverage he needed to start the tug-of-war flailing they had been doing before.
George smiled amusedly as he tickled Dream’s armpit and Sapnap’s ribs at the same time. The two men were fighting to keep their feet on the ground while they cackled and wriggled. It was immensely hilarious to the Brit.
“GEHEHEHEORGE STAHAHAP IT!! EHEHEHENOUGH!!” Sapnap shouted through raspy laughter.
George finally took pity on his friends and stoped tickling them. They both started taking greedy breaths through residual giggles, still tugging at the lead back and forth weakly.
“Alright, hold still,” George said, pulling Sapnap down to undo his side of the lead. Once his wrist slipped from the rope Dream and Sapnap both collapsed on the ground in puddles of tickled wrecks.
George laughed and sat against the tree trunk, pulling the two younger boys to his sides. Dream hugged around George’s waist and buried his red face into his side while Sapnap rested his head on George’s shoulder and hugged his arm.
“You guys are idiots.”
“Shhh,” the blonde muttered, nuzzling into his side.
“We deserve this after what you just put us through,” Sapnap groaned and squeezed George’s arm tighter.
The brunette huffed fondly and relaxed into the holds of his two now sleeping friends, letting his eyes grow heavy and slip closed for a nap as well.
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I’m finally making plans for moving out eventually! Me and @mushiewrites are planning on being roommates!
Does anyone have any suggestions for stuff we can get, tickle-wise now that we will have our own place? We just decided we are definitely getting some kind of stocks.
Just whatever, no matter the price. Let us know your ideas! Reply or reblog, anon, whatever.
10 - what are your top 5 spots? Do you have any secret ones you don’t tell anyone about?
13 - do you get easily flustered? What does it take to get you that way?
lee dares
1 - I dare you to reblog a post you specially reblogged because of how flustered it made you (:
ler truths
1 - what is your personal favorite spot to tickle? (I know this already buuuuuuuuuut 😇)
13 - what is your favorite method of teasing?
ler dares
7 - I dare you to tag a lee that you want to tickle. Be respectful (:
from this ask game
ftsyxyse so many you’re a bag of nuts
lee truths
1 - what’s your favorite spot to be tkled?
back 🤤
10 - what are your top 5 spots? Do you have any secret ones you don’t tell anyone about?
heh,, 🥴 back, ribs, neck, armpits, feet. and yes i do >:D
13 - do you get easily flustered? What does it take to get you that way?
depends on my moooddddd. if i’m in the mood to fluster then non. otherwise yes.
admittance. questions and admittance get me that way >:(
lee dares
1 - I dare you to reblog a post you specially reblogged because of how flustered it made you (:
🤡👹.
ler truths
1 - what is your personal favorite spot to tickle?
TUMMY TUMMY TUMMY TUMMY TUMMY TUMMY TUMMY TUMMY
13 - what is your favorite method of teasing?
omg omg omg. sneaky. being so sNEaKy. the types of teases where the lee doesn’t even realise they’re being teased. or just like teases to do with tone, like cooing or lowering my voice. rhetorical questions. so much
ler dares
7 - I dare you to tag a lee that you want to tickle. Be respectful (:
