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rachi-roo · 10 months

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Hiyaaaa, Rachi! How are you doing? If fic requests are open, may I please request a (romantic if possible) Lee! Fyodor Ler! Dazai fic?

You know how Fyodor is all calculated and menacing? Yeah, that flies out the moment he's tickled. Let me tell you, it's canon (prove me otherwise😂) that this rat man would be the cutest lee. I'm talking cute-ass nervous/anticipation giggles, his eyes furiously trained on the hands of the ler (our whore-I mean Dazai), twitching when he hasn't even been touched yet. And even Dazai is flabbergasted when he hears the rat's tickly laugh. It's uncharacteristically sweet😂. He doesn't even tease him about it because it's so adorable.

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Bungo Stray Dogs: "Did you know rats laugh when tickled?"

Hi friendo! Im doing fabulous, thank you! Hope you're well! Oooh! Another challenging one~ Thank you very much for the ask! FyoZai is an interesting ship, one I hadn't considered before now 🤔 Kinda gay but we love that XD Tough, menacing men's being turned into jelly at just sight of wriggling fingers will ALWAYS be a favourite! I've written them as kind of frenemies with benefits XD I hope it satisfies! ❤️🩷❤️

Summary: Dazai manages to break into Fyodors temporary secret residence and has an important fact he has to share!

Lee!Fyodor, Ler!Dazai, Ship

Tw: Mild 'suggestive' flirting/ physical contact

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Night fell over the busy city streets, Fyodor was sitting alone in an inconspicuous little motel rental apartment. It's just somewhere peaceful to stop off between his usual stabbing and hacking and whatnot.

The Russian sighed, running a hand through his ebony locks as he lay on the bed provided, wearing something a little less formal for his rest. Just some black joggers and an oversized shirt. Nice and comfy.

As he stared at the ceiling, he felt his eyelids grow heavy, starting to slip closed as his mind began to fog up with sleep.

Ssshuk-

The unmistakable sound of a sliding window being lifted startled the resting terrorist, making him sit up instantly, just in time to see a gangly leg and arm fall through the window.

"Hupsy daisy!" The lanky limbs belonged to none other than Dazai Osamu. He poked his head in with a smirk, looking directly at Fyodor with a chuckle.

"There you are~!" He chimed, pulling himself through the tiny window and dusting himself off. "Geez, I thought the information said room four. I just saw the little old lady next door completely butt nude. Not a pleasant sight." He cringed.

Fyodor was already at his mental capacity limit just by having this goon break in through the window. But he knew this was far from over.

"What do you want, Dazai?" He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He didn't bother asking how Dazai found his location. He knew the goober would probably just say 'magic' or something stupid like that.

Dazai grinned, sitting by Fyodors' side on the edge of his bed. "Awww, c'mon buddy. Do I really need a reason to visit my arch nemesis slash bestie?" He chuckled, kicking his shoes off and turning to sit cross-legged on the bed.

"Dazai," Fyodor sighed, covering his mouth as he yawned. "I'm tired, okay? Can we do this another time? Go talk to Granny next door if you're bored." He turned on his side, nuzzling his face into his pillow, hoping Dazai would just leave if he ignored him.

Obviously, that wasn't going to work at all. Being ignored only edged him on. "But I have a fun fact for you! Come ooooon!" He shook the russians arm playfully.

"Uuuugh... Will you go if I listen to your stupid fact?"

"Yes! Immediately!" Dazai nodded.

"Fine! What is it?" Fyodor kept his face half buried in his pillow before feeling Dazai suddenly grab him and flip him onto his back, straddling his waist and pinning his arms beside his head in one swift movement.

"Aaaalright!" The brunette beamed. "Did you know rats laugh when tickled?"

The floor fell from beneath Fyodor. He felt his stomach drop and then fill with butterflies. His heart rate suddenly shot up as his cheeks flushed with a pink glow.

"I did not know... That rats could do that. No." He felt so very silly at just how immediate his reaction was to a simple word. One damn word!

"You didn't know that? Whaaaat? That's craaaazy!" Dazai dragged out sarcastically, knowing he had Fyodor right where he wanted him.

"No, so, is that all? Or is th-ehee! No! No, stop that." Fyodors' demonic reputation was stripped from him. All Dazai had to do was raise his hands and flex those fiendish fingers, and Fyodor melted like cotton candy in a stream.

Dazai smirked, cruelly edging his teasing fingers closer to Fyodors torso, not giving any indication as to where he would actually strike.

"What's the matter, Fyodor? It's not like you're a rat or anything. Unless, maybe you are? Maybe you're a silly, giggly, ticklish little rat~!" God, his teasing was relentless!

Fyodor tried biting back his anxious giggling as he fought with Dazais hands. Swatting and grabbing at any advances the detective made.

"Stohohp! Dazai! This isn't fuhunnyyy!" He managed to grip both of Dazais wrists, grinning giddily up at his attacker as he tried to catch his breath.

"Oh, but it is funny! It's so, so funny to see you wriggling like a widdle wat!" Dazai smirked, letting Fyodor hold his wrists for a moment as he leaned down, softly placing a few butterfly kisses on his 'friend's' neck, making his shoulders bunch.

"Hehe! N-Noho! Dazai! G-Get ohoff!" He blushed profusely, his feet kicking against the mattress. In the split second that he was distracted, Dazai snuck his hands down, digging into Flydors' sides, kneading into them with his nimble fingers.

"Gotcha, ratty!"

"NYAHAHA! Shit! Shiiit! Naaahaha!"

Dazai put his full weight on Fyodor, keeping him trapped as he gripped his hips, drilling his thumbs into the protruding bone.

"Oh, what a skinny rat you are~"

"Wait! Dazai not thEHEHAHAHAAAAA!"

Fyodor wheezed as he tried to curl up, his hips bucking slightly against Dazais. The suicidal numpty chuckled, making silly false moaning sounds.

"Ah~ Fyodor~ Harder~!"

"GET OFFA MEHEHE! Y-You peheherv!" Fyodor pushed on Dazais cheeks, trying to wriggle himself free.

"You crehehEHEHEEP! AH! Ya ub'yu tebyahaha, ublyudok! UMEREHEHET!"

"Uuuh, no tengo espanol?"

"Screhehew you!"

"Ah~! How forward of you my dear~!"

"DAZAI!" Fyodor grabbed Dazais' hands, pulling them away from his hips only to have his own hands suddenly pinned over his head with one of Dazais.

"Got you nooow~" Dazai grinned evily, wriggling his finger close to Fyodors exposed armpits, enjoying the power he weilded as he watched his helpless buddy writhe and flinch beneath him.

"Stohop teasing! You neheheee! No!"

Dazai gasped, seeing Fyodors shirt had ridden up. "Ohoho! What do we have here~?" He cooed, slowly starting to drag his fingers back and forth over his exposed tummy, biting his lip as he watched Fyodors skin tremble.

"A-Aha! Gh-! Stoahahap! Hah-!"

"Coochie, coochie, cooo little rat~" He dipped his finger into his belly button, earning a satisfying squeal. "Hehe, what a squeaky little rat you are! Eek, eek!"

"I swehear I-Ihihi'm gonna kill you!"

"You what?"

"I'll kIHIHIIIIIYAHAHA!" The Russians body arched as Dazai suddenly switched his tactics, clawing at Fyodors underarm.

"Didn't quite catch that, buddy." Dazai taunted, smiling down at Fyodors' exasperated expression. His eyes scrunched shut, his tear stained cheeks a warm pink hue and his bright unyielding smile filling the room with his loud, relentless laughter. It brought out the sadist in Dazai, seeing his loved one like this.

"I could go all night with you like this~ It's quite a nice view. Tickle, tickle, tickle~"

"Plehehease! No! Noho! Mehercy! AHAHAHAAAAA!"

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Finally, Dazai was satisfied. He hopped off his partner, stretching his arms as if nothing had happened, slipping his shoes on casually as he listened to Fyodors heavy breathing.

"Did I go too hard?" He asked, turning to look as Fyodor curled in on himself, hiding his face in his pillow as he hugged it to his chest.

"Haha, awww, lil' rat is all tired. Darn, look at the mess you've made." He chuckled, gesturing to the bed sheets that had been pulled loose due to all Fyodors thrashing.

He smiled, gently tucking the bed sheets back under the mattress, so they were nice and neat. "Are you really ignoring me now?... Fyodooor?" Dazai chimed, swiping a finger across Fyodors bare foot, immediately getting smacked across the face with a pillow.

"DAMN IT DAZAI!"

"What!? I thought we were having a moment!"

"OUT! Get out!" Fyodor growled, his face beat red, steam pouring from his ears like he was ready to burst.

"But Fyodooor!"

"NO! Y-You're the worst!"

"Okay, okay." Dazai leaned in suddenly, placing a soft kiss on his partner's forehead, making Fyodor need a reboot. "I'll catch you later, ratty~" Dazai smirked, already halfway out the window again when Fyodor tossed his pillow at him.

"OUT!"

"Love you too!"

Fyodor sighed, flopping back down onto his bed with a huff.

"Yeah..."

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#BSD #Bungo stray dogs #fyodor x dazai #Lee!Fyodor #Ler!Dazai #bsd tickle #Bungo stray dogs tickle #sfw tickles #slight spice?#dazai osamu #fyodor dostoevsky

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italeean · 9 months

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(Un)welcomed intruder

Hiiii how are you all doing? Today it's the birthday of @mai-mei and @wertzunge and I decided to make a little something ^_^✨️ I hope you had an amazing birthday and that you'll enjoy our gift, Mei 💚🤍❤️

Dazai sighed as he opened the door to his apartment, not even bothering to put out his key, who needed locked doors anyways. "Ahh maybe a burglar had sneaked in, that would be exciting," he mumbled as he slipped out of his shoes and walked further into the dark room. The brunette was welcomed by silence when he heard a sudden sound behind him.

He barely had time to dodge a kick that was coming for him from behind, and when he turned around, he found a fuming redhead glaring at him. "HOW STUPID CAN YOU BE?!! YOU'RE A MAFIA AND YOU LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN?!! IF I WERE ORDERED TO GET RID OF YOU, YOU WOULD'VE BEEN KILLED A THOUSAND TIMES ALREADY!!!" Chuuya yelled before letting out a long string of cursing, so long and with so many colorful words that even the rudest and worst-mannered man on Earth would've been impressed. Dazai could see the smoke coming from his ears... that guy really had every intention of killing him (or at least give him the beating of a lifetime).

Dazai just grinned at the smaller teen, easily evading the kick that was aimed at him. He was already used to his short temper and his "nice" way of showing his... well let's call it affection for other's, it only made him more adorable and easier to tease. "Chuuuuya~ It's also nice to see you too~" He walked over to him and petted his shoulder a few times as he continued to speak. "Ahh yiu know, it really makes me happy that you care so much about me... you love me after all... *sigh* It's a shame you wouldn't kill try killing me though," he said the last part more to himself, ignoring the daggers that were starred at him.

"IF YOU KEEP TESTING MY PATIENCE, I'LL CONSIDER KILLING YOU FOR REAL!!!" The 15-year-old yelled as he touched a book and sent it flying towards his frie- I mean, mafia partner. "AND SERIOUSLY, HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SUCH A DUMBASS THAT THEY LEAVE THE DOOR OF THEIR OWN HOUSE OPEN?!!" He kept yelling in a fit of rage and threw three more books at his business partner, "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE WORKING AT?! A FUCKING FLOWER SHOP?!!"

"You would? You really would?!" Dazai asked with sparkling eyes, skillfully moving from left to right as his "bullets" missed its target by mere centimetres, giggling playfully. That kid really needed to relax some more - a teen shouldn't act like this nor have these thoughts. "Well, I now have a partner who will look after me, besides..." he was suddenly behind him "...you should worry about yourself more Chuuya. Looking after your friends is great and all but being angry doesn't help anyone. Hehe why don’t you try smiling for me~" he teased and squeezed his lower sides, hoping to get a reaction from him.

The frustration that the redhead was feeling from not being able to hit Dazai even once was suddenly replaced with another kind of sensation. "HAAAAHH?!! WHAT THE- hehe... WHAT THE FUhuhUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Chuuya eventually managed to suppress his laughter and with a huge jump, helped by his zero gravity ability, he landed on the other side of the room, although he was still busy rubbing his sides with vigor in the spots where Dazai had touched him, trying to get rid of the tingly feeling.

He knew it. Dazai knew it... as if a kid like him wasn't sensitive. That would be funny and exciting enough to kill some time and maybe even bond with the little gremlin. Chuuya rarely showed so many emotional outbursts with anyone but him which told him that he really felt comfortable around him or (which was more likely) that he just found him annoying. Now there was only one way to find out, right. He wiggled his hands at him as he tried to approach him again. "Ohh... don't tell me you're actually ticklish Chuuya~ ...Heeey, don't look at me like that. YOU still haven't laugh yet, act a bit more your age and let me tickle~" he said, walking closer.

For the first time in forever, the shorter guy found himself backing off from someone... and that someone was one of the people he lov- I mean, loathed, the most. "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!!!" He yelled while sending more and more objects flying in his direction, "I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR REAL, I MEAN IT!!!" He shouted, but a keen ear could've heard an unusual shake in his loud voice, and an observant eye could've realized that the corner of his lips where slightly, almost unnoticeably, turned upwards.

Dazai's smile only grew wider. He wasn’t stupid after all and already knew his dear partner's quirks, all of them. "Do you plan to demolish the entire room- woHa that almost got me." He ducked as a vase flew over his head, breaking into dozen pieces when it hit the wall behind him. He looked at it and back at the other who had already grabbed the next item to through at him. "I really liked that one *sigh* You truely are a bad kid, trying to "kill" me in my own house... and you know what happens with bad kids, right?" Dazai asked, using the moment of confusion to take a few steps closer to his target. "They're taught a lesson~"

"I'M GONNA DEMOLISH MORE THAN THIS ROOM IF YOU DON'T CUT THIS CRAP!!!" Chuuya yelled, still throwing anything he could put his hands on towards the brunette. "AND I'M NOT A KID!! I COULD KILL YOU EVEN RIGHT NOW IF I REALLY WANTED TO" If he hadn't been so focused on yelling at top of his lungs, he would've probably noticed that his partner was slowly cornering him...

"Then why are you acting like one~ Chuuya-kyun," Dazai giggled as he finally reached the little screamer. "You're saying all this but in the end... you won't do it~ Hehe and uuuup we go~" he teased, easily lifting him over his shoulder, ignoring his curses and hits as he carried him to the couch.

"I'M ACTING LIKE A WHA- AAAHH WHAT THE HELL?!! PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!!!" Chuuya yelled and let out the longest stream of curses Dazai had ever heard. He also tried to hit the taller guy's back, but to no avail. He didn't budge, as if he wasn't even feeling the strong punches he was receiving. As a last resort, he tried to use his ability, but he realized that Dazai was already using his own on him, that bastard...

Chuuya squirmed, Chuuya cursed, Chuuya kicked and slapped, but in the end not even his ability could save him from what was about to happen. Dazai - having reached his destination - threw him on the soft cushions and immideatily put his feet in an leglock, sitting at the armrest and making himself comfy. "Didn’t you say something about killing me and look where we are now~" he teased, looking down at the angry kid with a smile before his gaze went to his wiggling feet. "Well, at least you had the decency to take off your shoes before breaking into my home, maybe you aren't such a delinquent after all~" he continued, before he slid his fingers slowly over his socked soles, testing the waters.

As much as the shorter guy tried to kick and squirm away, his partner's grip was too strong. He tried to sit up and reach him with his hands, but he couldn't do that either. It was so irritating how smug Dazai was about the whole situation, it made Chuuya want to punch him... well, more than usual. "YEAH, I KNOW HOW TO BE A DECENT GUEST, BUT YOU'RE A SHITTY HO- AAAHH WHAT THE FUCK!?" The sudden tingly feeling made him fall backwards, but he managed to throw a pillow at the brunette and hit him right in the head.

"I am what, Chuuya? I'm a 'shitty' what? You know for some- owww!" he fake-whined, pouting a bit when he heard a faint chuckle from the redhead. Though, Dazai wasn't someone who let that stand without any consequences, not that he had planned to stop anyways, Chuuya really needed to learn how to let go for once and with that he just gave him the oppertunity to do so. "Oho seems like you're up for some real trouble now, Mr. Decent Guest~" the brunette mocked as his hands found their way to his heels, wiggling over it and drawing little circles around it.

The shorter guy looked at his partner with a smug, Cheshire Cat-like smile, happy that he had finally managed to hit him. "I said that you're a shitty host!!! Now you better let me g- ACK! HEHEY CUT IT OUHUHUT!!!" His squirming and struggling intensified again, trying to get out of that predicament. But everything was useless, and judging from Dazai's ominous smirk, he was about to regret hitting him.

His laughter was music to Dazai's ears and even though it was kinda forced, it fit his age so much more. "What's wrong Chuuya, can't deal with a little tickle? I thought you were strong? Was I wrong?" he mocked, making sure the other had heared each and every of his words. He skillfully scrached around the edges and then - out of nowhere - decided to tickle under his toes, not giving him the chance to get used to it. "Awww~ Are those little feet of yours sensitive? Coochie coochie goo~"

"SHUHUHUHUT YOHOHOHOUR STUPIHIHID MOHOUTH AHAHAHAND CUHUT THIHIS CRAHAHAHAHAP!!!" The redhead was still struggling in vain, but when Dazai touched his toes, he let out a scream that not even he knew he was able to make. "GAHAHAHAHAHAHA IHI SAHAHAHAID CUHUHUT. IHIHIT. OHOHOUT!!!" In that moment, his left foot actually managed to get out of the brunette's iron grip! Now he only had to free the other one without him catching his free foot again.

Even Dazai was surprised by his strong reaction and you can trust me that him getting caught off guard for once didn’t happen often. Not wanting to get kicked and too lazy to grab his free leg again, he just slid down and straddled his lower body. "You don't need to scream Little Chuuya, might scaring the neigbors. Not my fault that you're so sensitive, having such a cuuuute weakness." He rubbed his hands together, warming them up a bit. "Let's find out if that was your worst spot or not~" he giggled and wiggled his hands down and over his sides, squeezing and kneading up and down his flanks, continuing his exploration from before.

The shorter guy was genuinely amazed by how strong Dazai was, but he would never EVER tell him, not even indirectly. He usually didn't like being overpowered, but it was almost nice when it was his partner... as much as he hated to admit it, they had developed quite the bond over the time... but that wasn't important in that moment. "YOU ASSHOLE!!! DON'T YOU DAR- EEEEEEHH" He started bucking like a fish as soon as he felt those fingers on his sides. "STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!!!"

"But you are laughing... so why should I stop when you seem to like it so much," the brunette teased, enjoying this waaay too much. The redhead was bucking like a wild horse but with Dazai sitting on top of him he had no way of getting free (if he really wanted to anyways). "Besides, you broke into my home, so see it as a punishment for being a bad boy, hehe~" he giggled and poked him in-between his ribs, giggling how his body trembled whenever he did.

"IHIHI WOHOULDN'T HAHAHAHAVE GOTTEHEHEHEN IHIHIN IHIHIHIF YOHOHOU WEHEHEHEREHEHEN'T SUHUHUHUCH AHAHA DUHUHUMBAHASS!!! WHOHO LEAHAHAVES THEIHIHIR DOOHOHOR OPEHEHEN THEHEHESE DAHAHAHAYS?!" Chuuya wanted to ask Dazai if he had a death wish, but he probably already knew the answer, which would've angered him even more. And getting even angrier at his colleague wasn't a priority in that moment, he had to focus on freeing himself from that situation. He tried everything, from grabbing his hands to knocking the obnoxious brunette off... he even tried to make him float again, but apparently Dazai was still using his own ability on him. However, after a while, one of Chuuya strategies actually succeeded! He managed to hit his partner in the very middle of his back with his knee, and given the face the taller guy made, he didn't exactly appreciate it...

The brunette found it almost hilarious how the teen still cursed him in almost every sentence he managed to blurt out, no even thinking of admitting defeat. But that's what he liked so much about the other. His unbreakable stamina and conviction. "You really need to learn how to respect your superiors, Chuuya-kyun~ Otherwise you might get in serious trouble~" he lectured, still managing to suppress the other's attempts of escaping. Though, at some point, the redhead still managed somehow to hit him in the back, causing the other to collapse, loosing balance as he fell forward, right on top of him. "...and that's why, yo- aHh, yohu... waHhH!" Dazai couldn't react in time and closed his, ready for the impact, only to taste something soft mere seconds later.

Chuuya was ready for everything... he was ready to counterattack, and he obviously had considered the chance of getting wrecked even more mercilessly in case his idea hadn't worked... but he wasn't absolutely ready for this. "SEHERVES YOU RIHIGHT FOR BEING SUCH A PIECE O- HMPH!" It's all he managed to say before his words got cut off. His eyes shoot open and when he did, they were only inches away from the other's. Brown eyes starring at him with a shocked expression. They remained like this for a few seconds before the brunette got up, touching his lips. "That- That was your own fault... y-you kicked me, so it was bout to happen," he told the other, actually feeling bad now for probably stealing his first one.

"Well... IT WAS CLEARLY YOUR FAULT FOR NOT BEING EVEN ABLE TO KEEP YOUR FUCKING BALANCE!!!" Chuuya yelled, his face even redder than his hair... but at the same time, he wasn't pushing Dazai off even if he had the chance now... it seemed like he wanted that little moment to last just a while longer, and not long enough to let his partner connect the dots.

Dazai held his heart theatrical as three imaginary stones hit his head. Seems like Chuuya was fine after all. "Ahh! Your're so mean Chuuya~" he fake-whined, before grinning again. "Hehe and yet you care so much about me~ Going so far as to check if my door is locked and even let me tickle you~" he teased, knowing he had the youngster cornered. "Besides, wouldn't you feel lonely if boss would kick me out Chuuya-kyun~"

"If you were kicked out, I'd get a partner who doesn't leave his GODDAMN DOOR OPEN!!!" The redhead huffed, "Do you have a death wish?!" He asked in a fit of rage, not thinking that he served Dazai the perfect joke.

Dazai pouted at that, squeezing the cocky brat's sides one more time. "I could ask the same about you~ Do you really want another round?" he teased, only to get up, leaving him on the couch. The kid had enough tickle... at least for today. "Just kidding~ You wanna go out for lunch, my treat of course~" he suggested.

Chuuya was already ready to punch the taller guy, but he relaxed a little when going out for lunch was mentioned, without letting his guard down completely of course. However, a stream of thoughts invaded his mind. Dazai wanted to go out to eat something with him... alone... after what had just happened. Was he going to confess? What did he actually think of the moment they had just shared? Was it even relevant for him? Or was it just a stupid accident? Those inner doubts kept the redhead quiet for a couple of minutes before he managed to stutter the dumbest question in the universe, at least according to him. "W-what are we going out as, you idiot..?"

The brunette had watched the other's inner conflict with an amused expression as the minutes ticked by and Dazai couldn't help but giggle when he heard Chuuya's honest question. He had always been quite fond of him and this accident, the feeling of his lips, made clear what these emotions he had felt were about: Love. Grinning with a blush, he grabbed one of his hands and tenderly kissed the back of it. "Does this answer your question~ ...We're going as a pair, just you... and me~" His eyes locked with the other and Dazai knew that this was the start of something truely special.

#bungo stray dogs tickle #bsd tickle #ler!dazai #lee!chuuya #ticklish!chuuya #tickle fic #collab #mai mei 💖#little ball of sunshine 🐻

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mah-t-wordblog · 20 days

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Hey there! I see you are new! Welcome to the tickle fandom! Now for my request(if you don't do this one, that's fine! I have a back up request too!) Main Request: Douma likes to mess with people and one person he LOVES messing with is his stone-heart boss, Muzan well one day when he is messing with him, he particularly discovers Muzan's weakness which is tickling. Back up Request: Daizai's shoulders are sore and someone comes to the rescue but Daizai can't sit still due to his shoulders being ticklish(you can pick the ler for this one!)

hiiiiiii! I used your second idea, because I find it very difficult to write about oni, and I was already really looking forward to writing some bungo stray dogs fanfic, I hope you like it!!!

Just ask

Lee: Osamu Dazai

Ler: Atsushi Nakajima

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Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Atsushi heard a shrill scream in the ADA

“DAZAI! ARE YOU OK?” He ran to check

Dazai was lying on the table he worked at, as if he were dead.

"Sir! Sir!" The boy shook him to wake him up “please, you couldn’t commit suicide, right?”

Dazai muttered

"What a pain…"

"Pain? Where?"

“On my shoulders”

Atsushi stopped thinking for a bit, then remembered how exaggerated the man was and laughed.

“Is this whole scandal just for that?”

"ONLY? CAN’T YOU SEE IT HURTS A LOT?”

Atsushi stopped himself from laughing at Dazai's drama

“Of course, what can I do to help, sir?”

“Can you give me a massage?” Dazai said in a loving voice

Atsushi looked confused, it wasn't enough to be suicidal, this man was completely crazy

“Okay, I guess”

Atsushi positioned his hands

"Like this?"

“That’s it” Dazai went soft with the touch, he seemed very relaxed

Atsushi held himself back as much as possible not to laugh, he needed to show firmness to that crazy man, who after all... was his master

“Ehehe, Atsushi!” Dazai let out a little scream and stood up.

"I hurt you?! Are you okay?!”

“I’m fine” Dazai sat back in the chair, a little embarrassed “it just tickled a little”

“T-tickled?” Atsushi was startled for a moment, then without much effort he realized the man's intentions.

Dazai wanted him to tickle him

“Alright then…” Atsushi smiled, “are you ticklish, Dazai?”

“Yes~” Dazai hummed

Atsushi moved his hands quickly and tried to squeeze the man's shoulders again.

“Haha! It’s not that easy” Dazai laughed

But Atsushi took advantage of a moment of distraction and jumped on top of his master.

“Ahahahahaha! ATSUHUHUSHI”

The boy laughed, squeezing Dazai's shoulders once again "you asked me for a massage"

“YEHEHEHES”

Dazai held Atsushi’s hands “Im so~ tired”

The tiger boy smiled “is this what you wanted?”

“Yes, thank you” Dazai ruffled the other’s hair

“You better order next time, right?”

They both laughed

“Maybe… maybe…”

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Thanks for reading 💛💛

#tickle fic #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs tickle #bungo stray dogs tickling #lee!dazai #ler!atsushi

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magicaltickles · 4 months

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Dazai and Chuuya wrecking someone at the same time send tweet

#i have thoughts #pls ask me about my thoughts #bsd #og posts #sfw tickling #tickle #bsd tickle #dazai tickle #chuuya tickle #bungo stray dogs tickle

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nataliewritez · 1 year

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Mushi-Madness || BSD Tk Fic

Summary: Mushitarou finds out that his beloved reader is ticklish.

A/N: Hello!! This fic was created after sharing some idea's (and teasing huhu) with my friend's @stopiteatpopcorn and @ticklish-n-stuff go check them out!!

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There on the ground sat you and your lover, Mushitaro. The two of you just recently started dating, but that didn't stop Mushitaro from trying to learn more about you, especially if it mesnt he had to lay hands on you. He was rather affectionate - and of course funny, so the two of you got along rather smoothly.

However, the moment he decided to offer you a massage for your 'hard work'? That's when you wished to have denied his generous offer.

"Darling, you look rather tired as of lately, if I may be so inclined.. perhaps I could offer you a massage?" He said, puppy dog eye's practically begging you not to refuse. And who would dare to refuse such a generous offer from their own lover? Not you, that's who.

"I mean, if you don't mind!" You said with a gentle smile, as the man sitting beside you made a cheshire grin, yet you shrugged it off. As he got you down on his bed, sitting confortably on your lower back, he crackled his knuckles, ready to begin.

And that's how you got into this situation, biting back a smile as his smooth hands gently rubbed up and down your side's, creating smooth circles over your side's, his smile grew into a wide grin as he noticed how you jolted and gasped at his touch.

"Oh? So you're ticklish but you never thought about telling me about this? I thought we were partner's.." *He acted upset, pouting as he then started to purposely tickle you now, nails just barely grazing above your hip's and gliding up and down your side's in a repetitive cycle, keeping you on edge. "C'mon boo, just let it out, I don't want that pretty little face of your's to explode now, hm?~" He whispered into your ear.

You could only whine in response, suppressing the giggly eruption that threatened to spill out your throat, as he laughed in response, now squeezing and prodding at your hips in vigor. "Come on now, don't keep me waiting, you know how much I hate waiting!" He said, now laughing more as you finally crackled, hands attempting to pry him off to no avail, he was simply too strong, not too mention how much tickling drained your own strength.

"Oh what a pretty smile you have, oh, what a nice laugh you have aswell! You know, I'd love to hear more~" He looked at you with lovesick eye's, as he rested his chin again your shoulder, a teasing yet loving smile glued to his face.

With that, you then threw your own head back with gleeful delight, as his once prodding hands made their way towards your tummy, clawing gently at the sensitive flesh as you flailed and spluttered out helpless remarks, making him only laugh at you more.

"Oh my, does that tickle? Oh sorry, I didn't seem to have noticed, silly ol' me!" He chortled, as he kneaded at your stomach, making you stay hysterical. "M-Muhushi! Wahait! Yohour crahazy! G-Gone mad!" You remarked, yelping slightly as he accidentally poked a digit into your belly button, elicting a loud shriek from you.

Mushitaro had stopped, the two of you stared at eachother at a state of shock, before he grinned at you with pure mischief. "Oh boy! I certainly have! Mushi-madness is what I've got, nehehe~ Unfortunately for you, you'll be laughing madness!" He spoke in a teasing tone, making your cheeks flush, before you grinned back. "Y-Yehet I'm not the one who gets fluhustered tickling their own love, hm?~" You teased back, a wide smirk taking over you, giggling as you saw his face tint a gentle shade of red, before you threw your head back once more, with new rage filling him as he dug a single finger in your navel.

"Let's see how long you'll last, hm?" He remarked, leaving you too your ticklish demise, as you began to go breathless, he then stopped, pulling you into his lap and rubbing your back, careful not to tickle you any further.

"Sorry if I went too far, honey." He mumbled, face flushing as he turned his head away, yet you grasped his chin gently and turned it to look into your very own eye's, kissing his forehead, as he almost malfunctioned. "You're so adorable when you mean your apologies, Mushi~" You cooed, making him puff his cheeks as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. "Screw you.." He said.

"You think they noticed we were here?" Poe asked, looking as Rampo had recorded the entire scene, ready to send it too Dazai, "Not at all."

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tapocheeek · 6 months

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#bsd tickle #bungou stray dogs tickling #bungou stray dogs #Bungo stray dogs tickle

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fanta-syrop · 2 months

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tr: darn it, kolya!

#i love fyolai #they're so silly i can't #bsd fyodor #lee fyodor #bsd gogol #ler gogol #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #nikolai gogol bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd tickle #tickle art

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intheticklecloset · 2 months

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The Couch (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Primary Universe

Summary: Chuuya finds himself becoming increasingly obsessed with Dazai's laugh. Thankfully, the night after a rough mission gives him an excuse to hear it again.

A/N: Traveling back in time again for this one! This takes place after The Fedora, when these two idiots are still teenagers working for the Port Mafia. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1430

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Osamu Dazai had a beautiful laugh. Chuuya hated that he loved it so much.

Hearing Dazai laugh for any reason always meant the man was either in a good mood (which made Chuuya wary on a good day) or mocking the redhead for something he’d done that wasn’t as smart a move as he’d make, because the annoying truth was that Dazai was also brilliant, and it irked Chuuya to no end to know and begrudgingly accept as much. The worst part was that even tickling – something that would be torture to so many others, was torture to Chuuya himself – didn’t faze the man. He loved it, the weirdo, in all of its uncontrollable and genuine glory.

So really, if Chuuya wanted to hear him laugh, he would always have to accept that it put him beneath Dazai in that moment, but sometimes…sometimes he just couldn’t help himself.

Like today, when the brunette had decided to crash on Chuuya’s couch for the night after an intense mission that, admittedly, left him too weak and tired to attempt to get home until the morning. To be fair, the redhead had been the one to offer, but now that Dazai was here and making himself comfortable, he wished he’d just made the jerk take the walk of shame back to his own apartment. Or even better – to a mental hospital, because seriously, who threw themselves into the line of fire like that when it was just as fast and way safer to find another way around it?

Chuuya tossed a blanket onto Dazai’s face and grumbled, “You good, then? I don’t have to babysit you or any crap like that, right?”

“Chuuya’s so mean to me,” Dazai whined, pulling the blanket down to reveal his smiling face. “I’ll manage. Go on and get your beauty sleep. You need it.”

“You’re not going to bleed all over my couch, are you?”

“I’ll try to show some restraint.”

Chuuya grunted as he shrugged off his jacket and hung it up on the hook by the door, along with his hat.

How Dazai got across the room so fast when he was so injured was beyond him, but the next thing he knew his hair tie was being yanked roughly from his head, causing his long red locks to fall in messy strands around his face.

“Yoink!” the brunette giggled, clearly in a playful mood, and that was it. That was all it took to trigger Chuuya’s sudden, intense desire to hear him laugh. Why, he couldn’t begin to explain. The man had been stupid and reckless and was one bad coughing fit away from reopening a half a dozen wounds all over his body, but still…

“Hey!” Chuuya snapped, whirling around only to find Dazai right where he’d left him, looking as though he hadn’t moved a muscle in the few seconds his back had been turned. “Idiot – don’t push yourself! You’ll make it worse. Of course that’s probably what you want, you freak.”

Dazai hummed innocently, stretching out on the couch and pulling the blanket up under his chin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Chuuya strode back over to him, hands on his hips, glaring daggers at the man for a few long seconds – just long enough for a flicker of confusion to pass through Dazai’s gaze. Then he attacked, gloved fingers finding his ribs through the plush blanket, and there it was – that gorgeous smile, that beautiful laugh. Dazai’s whole body spasmed and he dissolved into giggles, squirming in place, not really trying to get away at all. “Chuuya wahahahants to plahahahay, does he?”

“You started it,” the redhead retorted, scoffing halfheartedly at his irritating colleague’s feeble attempts to lessen the sensations. “Still this ticklish through a blanket, eh? And you’re not even trying to stop me. Typical.”

Dazai whined and, as if spurred by the taunt, finally started trying to remove himself from the line of tickly fingers, shimmying further and further up so his back was on the arm of the couch.

“No,” Chuuya growled, activating his ability to keep Dazai right where he was, determined to stay here as long as it took for him to hear that laugh – that light, carefree, beautiful laugh.

Dazai’s eyes widened in surprise, but the fact that he didn’t use his own ability to cancel out Chuuya’s was proof enough that he loved this spontaneous little attack, and he let himself giggle more freely, unable to even squirm away some of the sensation now that he was being pinned by the sheer force of gravity.

“You’re a moron, you know?” Chuuya grumbled, yanking the blanket away, reaching for the brunette’s hips, satisfied when the man let out a brief shriek and began laughing softly, still unable to move a muscle. “Throwing yourself into the path of a bunch of bullets like that. I’ve seen you do stupid shit, but come on, Dazai. You could have been really hurt today.”

“Aww, you d-do cahahahahahare about mehehehehe!”

“Still smug, huh? Fine.” The redhead grabbed Dazai’s arms and shoved them above his head, the force of his ability keeping them trapped there.

“Ah! No! No, wait!”

“Wait, nothing. Maybe this will finally get you to see reason, you suicidal freak.”

Dazai would have thrown his head back and bucked his hips and started kicking, but Chuuya’s ability still had a hold of him and he couldn’t quite bring himself to break free of it, so instead he burst into loud, cascading laughter without moving a muscle, forced to take it, forced to look at the knowing smirk on his colleague’s face. Unbidden, a blush flooded his cheeks.

“What’s the matter, Dazai? Too ticklish for your own good? How’s it feel to be stuck here, huh? Oh, sure…you could get out of this if you wanted to. But you don’t.” Chuuya leaned down so they were practically nose to nose, drinking in the other man’s laughter like it was wine, letting the sound wash over him and fill him up, fueling him for the next time he’d have to deal with the brunette’s crap. In a low voice, he teased, “You don’t want me to stop, do you, Dazai? You want me to tickle you until you just can’t stand it anymore. I was worried about you bleeding all over my couch, but you know, I’m less concerned about that now that I see how desperate you look. It’s so worth it to watch you crumble like this.”

“CHUHUHUHUHUHUUYA!!” Dazai screeched, blushing even harder, wishing he could squirm but still unwilling to break out of the smaller man’s hold on him. “DON’T SAHAHAHAHAHAY THAT!!”

“Why? Can’t handle some teasing?” Chuuya smirked, finding that spot at the center of his underarms and drilling into it with meticulous purpose, enjoying the keening, hysterical scream that ripped out of the man’s throat. “Not so loud, Dazai, or the neighbors will hear. You don’t want everyone on the block to know you’re this ticklish, do you? Don’t make me gag you. I’ll do it, you know.”

Dazai laughed loud and hard for several long seconds before breaking down into silent, wheezing giggles. He tried pleading, but when his voice wouldn’t cooperate with him he finally canceled Chuuya’s ability and curled up defensively, practically rolling off the side of the couch as he begged, “Stohohohohop, Chuuya! Plehehehehease!”

Satisfied that he’d not only gotten to hear that gorgeous laugh but also made his infuriating colleague submit and beg for him, the redhead removed his hands from Dazai and reached for the blanket he’d discarded, throwing it over his face again, unwilling to see that adorable pink blush and think about what it meant that his heart sped up at the sight of it.

“There. You got what you wanted. Now go to sleep and try not to die overnight. I don’t want to have to explain to Mori that you bled out because you were laughing so hard you opened up your wounds again.”

Dazai giggled from beneath the blanket, pulling it down so his face was visible once more. Before he could walk away, the brunette sang, “Chuuya~”

“What?”

Dazai held up the hair tie he’d stolen. The redhead blinked. He’d forgotten all about that. “You look good with your hair down.”

“What—? Shut up! Go to sleep, you moron!”

Chuuya slammed his bedroom door in a flustered huff, Dazai’s laughter managing to slip through the cracks and invade his space even as he flopped into bed and tried not to think about how much he loved that laugh.

#fanfiction #tickle fic #bungo stray dogs #bsd #chuuya nakahara #osamu dazai #soukoku #skk #playful #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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rachi-roo · 7 months

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hey rach same anon who was too shy to rb the first lee fyodor fic lmao

if I may request a part three? fyodazai playing board games (for SOME godforsaken reason) and dazai accuses fyodor of 'cheating'...punishments ensue heh

love your work <3

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Bungo Stray Dogs: Rules are Rules

You guys really love making this guy squirm, huh? Can't say I blame you XD After the recent, ahem, events, in the show, I took this opportunity to be incredibly cruel to Fyodor. He needs to be taught a dam lesson! 😭

Thank you both for the request and the opportunity to serve some justice to this asshole rat!

Summary: Fyodor is caught cheating at Monopoly by Dazai. Justice is served.

Lee!Fyodor, Ler!Dazai

Tw: Cruel tiggles, foot tiggles

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"You owe me 250."

"Huh?" Dazai looked up from his glass as Fyodor spoke, realising his Monopoly car had landed on one of Fyodors' properties.

"250? But you didn't have any hotels on there a moment ago." The bandaged brunette queried, tilting his head.

Fyodor scoffed, shifting in his seat. The two were hanging out at a secluded little motel for the night, sitting on the carpet with several different board games surrounding them to keep them entertained.

"I've had a hotel there for several rounds now."

"No, you haven't. You put that there when I went to get the drinks!"

"Oh really?" Fyodor eyed Dazais dwindling pile of Monopoly money. "Or, perhaps you are just poor?"

"Poor!?" A handful of money was snatched up.

"I'm not poor. You're just cheating..." Dazai grumbled, angrily counting the 250, looking at the notes before he noticed Fyodor smirking.

"You did cheat!"

Fyodor held his hands up in defeat. "Such is life. Corrupt governments are always stealing from the poor to line their own pockets. I've been cheating for several rounds now. Pay up, Krest'yanin."

Obviously, this was completely against the rules. But this was how their minds worked. Unfair schemes to form each others demise. However, Dazai wasn't one to go down so easily. For his last 250 Monopoly bucks, he had to fight!

"And the people always rise up to topple the patriarchy!" He grinned, tossing his notes aside and pouncing across the board at Fyodor.

"Shit!" Fyodor dove out of the way, scrambling to his feet and darting to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Dazai could be heard chuckling from outside.

"Fyoooodor~ Open up~"

"Absolutely not!"

"Nawww, what's the matter, Fyodor? Are you worried I'm going to do something?" Dazai tapped his nails up and down the wood of the door, the sound sending a shiver down Fyodors spine. Those fingers and nails were deadly tools of his.

"Go awahay!" He chuckled nervously as he huddled down by the bathroom sink, covering his ears to try drown out the sound of Dazais teasy tone through the door.

"Open the door, Ratty~ I pwomise I'll just tickle you a wittle.~"

"La! La! La! I can't hear you!"

"I said-"

With a click, the door unlocked from the outside. Dazai stepped in with a menacing grin.

"I'll only tickle you a little~"

In a panic, Fyodor tried shuffling back further under the sink,his hands outstretched ready to defend himself.

"Wai-wai-wait! Wait! I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Dazai! Noho!"

Dazai advanced on the quivering rat under the sink, snatching his ankle up and starting to drag him from the room. Fyodor grabbed at the doorframe, desperately trying to scramble to freedom.

"You really are a silly thing, aren't you, rat boy?" Dazai sighed, shaking his head with a smirk as he started dragging his nails briefly over his captives socked foot.

"AH! Nohoho! S-Stohop that!" Fyodor squeaked, instinctively letting go of the door to try protect his foot, Dazai took the chance to pull him back to the lounge, where he then flipped him onto his front, sitting on his ankles.

"Dazai! NO! RH- Get off!" Fyodor fussed, trying to grab at Dazais shirt and pull him off, but he was smaller in weight and strength, no match for Dazai and his big shoulders.

Not the feet.

"Let's see if I remember the song~"

"Please, no! I'm sorry! I-I won't cheat again!"

"Round and round the garden~" Dazai cooed, slowly tracing his nails in circles on Fyodors heels, grinning as he watched the trapped feet squirm and try to cover one another in turn.

"No! Wahait! Y-You- Shihit! Dazai! Cut it ohout!"

"Like a Teddy bear~ One step... Twoooo steps~" He paused, stilling his fingers, making Fyodors heart rush with anticipation anxiety as he giggled like a mad man.

"No, no, no, noooo-!"

"Tickle you under there~!" For the song finale, Dazai suddenly scribbled under Fyodors' toes, knowing exactly the spot to make him squeal.

"KYAHAAAA! AhahaAhahaAh! N-Noho! Damn it! Dahahazai! St- Aha! Not thEHERE! Mercy!" He gasped and wriggled, his toes curling up defensively. He tried curling in on himself, his backside pushing on Dazais back as the other meticulously scratched at the soft 'pads' of the rats paws.

"You had this coming, Ratty~ It's almost as if you wanted me to tickle these cute little tootsies of yours~ Tickle, tickle, tickle~ Oh! Here you go, don't want to disturb the neighbours~" Dazai teased, playfully tossing a couch pillow over his head, landing it on Fyodors with a flump.

"AHAHAHA! Stahahap! P-Plehase! Eeehehehe! Nehehet! NET! NEEEHAHA-!" The giggling Russian snatched the pillow, immediately digging his fingers into it, squeezing it with all his might as he laughed loudly.

"Oho nooo! NOOHohooo... Hah... Ah..." He panted, feeling the torturous tickling halt for a moment, giving him a second to catch his breath. He peered over his shoulder at Dazais back, wondering why he was so quiet.

"D-Dazai?... What're you-?!" He gasped, immediately trying to escape again as Dazai simply held up a tool of mass destruction. One capable of ending any man's life in moments.

A hairbrush...

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Okh blin! Zhdat'! Dazai, pozhaluysta, ne nado!" In his struggle, he switched to his native tongue, it was like a panic reflex. His hands scrambled to grab anything they could, even attempting to hit Dazai with the pillow.

"I know, I know, you're far too ticklish for this. But it's time for you to atone for your crimes, Fyooodoooor~" Dazai cooed, pulling the socks from Fyodors feet, tossing them aside.

"Reeeeeady~"?

"NO!"

"Here we gooo~ Tickle, tickle, tickle!"

"AH-!" Fyodors' body tensed up, a sharp gasp leaving his throat as his laughter instantly went silent, feeling each of the rounded prongs of the hairbrush dancing over his exposed soles.

"... Gasp- AHAHAHAAAAaaah-! Snort- ahahAHAAAA! AAHA! N-AHAAHA! HAHAAaaa-! Gaaasp- STAHAHAAAA-" His laughter was loud and erratic, filled with moments of silence, followed by a snort or gasp as he shook his head.

Dazai chuckled, feeling Fyodors squirming ankles beneath his backside as he kept them pimned. "So loud, Fyodor. What's wrong? Does it tickle too much? Hm... Which foot is more ticklish? Right-"

"GYAHAHAAA-!"

"Oooor, left?"

"AHAHAAA-! snort- NAAAA!"

"Oooh, interesting. Indecisive results. I need more data~" The tickling intensified as Dazai magically found a second brush, one for each wriggling rat paw.

Fyodor buried his face into the pillow he was hugging, screaming bloody murder into it as his tears of laughter wet the fabric. His rosy red cheeks hidden from sight as his muffled laughter rang out. Much to Dazai's delight.

"You okay there, 'ickle tiggly wat? You're being veeery squirmy. I know! I'll just tickle you until you stop squirming! That'll fix it~"

"MMMMMHMHMHMMMM-!"

"I knew you'd agree. Great minds think alike~"

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This torturous game went on forever until Dazai finally freed Fyodor. Wrapping him in a blanket cocoon and letting him rest on the couch as he fed him water, holding the glass as the tired rat sipped it through a straw.

"Haha... You look like a tomato." Dazai teased, looking at how red Fyodors face was. The other just gave Dazai a glare, pulling his blanket over his head like a hood, tucking his feet further into the blanket for safety.

"Hey, rules are rules. You can't always cheat, you know. How about, next time you can pick the game?" The brunette smiled encouragingly.

Fyodor raised a brow, taking another sip of his water before grinning. "I think I know just the game for you..."

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Thank you for reading! Much love! 😚

#rachi roo #bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #ler!dazai #fyodor dostoevsky #lee!Fyodor #bsd dazai #bsd fyodor #bsd tickle #sfw tickling community #sfw tickles #feet tickles #mean tickles #bungo stray dogs #tw feet tickles #feet tickling

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italeean · 1 year

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Hi, Elle! I saw you’ve written for BSD before and wanted to know if you had any tk headcanons for Ranpo? 🥺 If you’ve made any before, I’d love to be linked them to read!

Helloooo how are you? I wanted to start with something soft before diving back into my requests, and your hcs arrived just at the right timing!! I wanted to thank the amazing tumblr user @jettorii for helping me with these amazing ideas, and here I'll leave you the link to his own ranpo hcs, and trust me, they're A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. Buona lettura 💚🩶❤ (Have a nice reading)

Ranpo Hcs

Lee

Level of sensitivity: 9/10

His worst spots are his tummy and his ears

He totally has squeaky giggles, like a kid, and his laughter is contagious

He's a squirmer, and he kicks with his legs

He cannot handle people blowing in his ears, and Dazai always has some secret to whisper in his ear...

Sometimes he tries to ambush people, but it utterly backfires... especially with Yosano

Sometimes Fukuzawa uses tickling as a punishment (see the episode of bsd wan where Rampo ate Fukuzawa's cake, but I think that this scene has potential)

TICKLE FIGHTS WITH KENJI. PERIOD.

No matter how bad he gets tickled, he'll keep being sassy, witty and a little know-it-all

Sometimes the members of the Agency tickle him to tire him out when he eats too many snacks and goes on a sugar high... which is very often

Ler

Two words: LITTLE. SHIT.

He's the type to laugh along with his lee, and make a fake low-pitched evil laugh... which makes the whole situation even more flustering

He's a playful ler in general, while Dazai and Yosano are more sadistic and evil

He uses his super deduction to find every single spot on his lee, paying attention to every spot he reaches and taking mental notes of every reaction

He's the only one who had the nerve to tickle Fukuzawa... and luckily for him, the President just laughed it off for once

When Atsushi joined the Agency, Ranpo picked on him all the time, making the poor weretiger screech under his pokes on a daily basis

He even wrecked Yosano once, when she tried to steal his snacks. Now people don't even ask him to share... they don't wanna be wrecked that badly

He's more likely to give squeezes and pokes, instead of light traces and scribbles (that's more Poe's style)... and he gives raspberries as often as he can

He loved tickling two lees at once as if he was playing piano

He wouldn't be that good at chasing people, because he has zero orientation skills. He he'll locate them in 2 seconds, but then he'll send someone else to get them for him

AAAAAAAAHHH RANPO WITH A KITTEN!! AKSJV I HAD TO PUT THIS GIF HERE!! 😭❤️

#bungo stray dogs tickle #bsd tickle #bsd headcanons #tickle hcs #ranpo tickle hcs #lee!ranpo #ticklish!ranpo #ler!ranpo #gh0stie 👻 ❤️#i hope you like your tag

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pink-tk-a-latte · 2 months

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Day in the Life of the Nakajima Household

Aka Atsushi’s tiny dorm at the ADA that he is forced to share with 3 murderous individuals.

Tickle fic!! Lee!Atsushi, Lers!Lucy, Kyouka, and Akutagawa + a little Ler!Atsushi, Lee!Lucy (romantic Akuatsulucy and platonic Kyouka addition)

It’s the orphan poly + fellow orphan Kyouka!!!! ❤️🤍🖤💙 I wrote this a while ago so it’s all in present tense LOL. When I first had the idea, I was hesitant, but then I started actually watching the BSD anime and got to know all their characters better so here it is!! They make me SO EMOTIONAL

Also bonus mini HCs at the end!!!!!!!!!

(Ignore the cringey ahh emoticons LMAO it’s just that all of them are so creature-coded)

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Atsushi’s dorm at the Agency is certainly not made to house four people. It’s hardly big enough for two. Kunikida looks one noise complaint away from bursting a vein in his forehead, but, well, nothing has ever gone to plan as long as Atsushi’s involved.

Despite their statuses as Port Mafia operative and former Guild disciple, Lucy and Akutagawa come over so often that Atsushi’s colleagues hardly bat an eye. The two have even taken to calling it “their place,” which Atsushi thinks is kinda unfair — both for his living situation and his heart.

It’s a peaceful kind of day today. Kyouka’s inside journaling, Aku’s at the store — because he has the most stable paycheck — getting groceries, and Atsushi and Lucy are outside, watering the plants around the building.

“Someday you should get us a garden,” Lucy says while she sprinkles water over the tiny blossoming daisies. “So we can take care of our own plants instead of these ugly trees.”

Atsushi sends her a playful glare from where he’s watering said trees with a hose, smiling. “Do I have to do everything in this relationship? My pockets are crying thanks to you guys.”

Lucy scoffs. “Shut up, you! I give you discounts at the cafe all the time. I put my life on the line for you.” She tosses her hair and places a hand on her chest, and Atsushi holds back a laugh.

Maybe it’s his apprenticeship under Dazai, but Atsushi feels a bit mischievous today. In a move that he’ll probably regret later, he lifts the hose and rains fire over his life partner.

Gasping and spluttering, Lucy throws up her hands to block the spray. Her sundress soaks through and her braids quickly start to droop. She turns a murderous gaze on Atsushi through dark, sticky bangs, and he feels sweat run down his back.

“Atsushi Nakajima, you’re dead!” He spots a certain intensity in Lucy’s turquoise eyes.

Uh oh. He knows what that means.

Atsushi yelps and drops the hose, not even bothering to switch it off before he sprints. He employs his tiger strength, probably cheating, but Lucy could easily drag him away from reality and into Anne’s Room if she wants. Noticeably, she doesn’t, probably to drag out the anticipation. But she will have him. Atsushi is sure.

He races into the building and up the stairs. He doesn’t trust the elevator, but he has hope of escape if he continues on foot. In a blur, he spots his apartment number and pushes through the door, thankfully unlocked. Atsushi lunges for the closet, throws open the door and slams it shut behind him. He’s been on so many stealth missions; Atsushi knows how to be quiet. But he’s giddy from the chase and can barely restrain the frantic giggling he breathes out.

“Where are you, my cute little kitty? Come out, let’s play~!” He hears with his heightened senses. A shiver runs up his spine even while his face feels like an oven. He needs to remember that Lucy worked for the Guild, and their first meeting was a gamble for his and his coworkers’ lives. “Isn’t this a fun game! But you can’t hide forever.”

He really can’t, because there’s only so many places he can hide in his tiny apartment. He wonders what his chances are of getting out the closet and jumping through the window without Lucy noticing.

Just as he thinks this, though, the door flies open.

“Found you!” A grin full of metal shines through the darkness, and Atsushi screams. He tries to leap past her, but the wind is knocked out of his lungs as she tackles him onto his futon. Where did she get this strength from? Yet he doesn’t match her force with his own, mostly because, now that he’s caught, he’s found he doesn’t want to be free.

“Such a bad kitty,” she pulls him onto her lap with her elbows under his arms, and Atsushi feels her wet clothes press against his back. His ears are already pounding, hot. “I’ll show you what happens when you go up against Lucy Maud Montgomery!”

Suddenly there are fingers pressing into his sides. Atsushi yells out a panicked laugh. “A- Ahahaha! Luhuhucyhehehe I’m sorryhehehe!”

She huffs. “Well, you should’ve thought about that before you drenched me!”

This is just the consequences of his actions, isn’t it? Her nails tease under his shirt and he throws his head back. “Stahahahap! Stop Ihi yeheheheild! Lucyehehehe!”

She toes the line between unbearable and gentle. The feeling runs through Atsushi’s every nerve, frying his brain until he can’t do anything but kick and flail around on his sheets. Lucy holds him firmly, a satisfied smile on her face that he can’t see.

She is doing this for revenge, but gosh is Atsushi cute. His cheeks are full and red, his fangs peeking out from under his lip. His giggles are nervous and flighty but ingenuous, the purest kind of happiness. Warmth runs through her face without permission; she really wishes she didn’t have such an embarrassing ailment.

When Lucy digs her fingers into his ribs and Atsushi squeals loud enough to echo off the walls, Kyouka pokes her head in from the other room.

“Oh, are we getting Atsushi?” she asks with a small blink. Lucy grins and Atsushi pleads.

“Ky- Kyouka plehehease! Hehehelp! I’m gonnahahaha dahahahie!”

“We are indeed, Kyouka! And he deserves it. I’m sure he would love if you assisted me.”

Kyouka’s expression doesn’t change, but her eyes twinkle. She strides over and seats herself on top of Atsushi’s legs. He cracks open his eyes to give his little sister a look of betrayal.

“Kyouka! Youhaha’re supposed to help mehehehe!”

“No thanks,” she says blankly, before drilling into his hips with an assassin’s precision.

“KYOUHOHOKAHAHAHA!” Even Lucy is a little terrified by the focus in Kyouka’s eyes, as if she were performing a surgery. But mostly she’s just pleased. She takes her hands off Atsushi’s ribs to clap, then repositions them in his underarms.

“YOUHOUHAHA GUHUhuys are soho MEHEHEHEAN!”

“This is discipline,” Kyouka states very seriously, and Lucy too laughs at that. Kyouka reaches forward and pokes Atsushi’s cheek. “You’re so squishy. Like a bunny. Squish.”

Atsushi turns pink; Lucy really wishes that didn’t make her flustered. “He is, isn’t he?” She pokes his other cheek. “Just as a tabby cat should be.”

Then Lucy worms her fingers into his neck and he scrunches up. “EHEHEHEE nohohoHO!”

While Lucy’s methods are soft in an evil way, Kyouka attacks with honed, concentrated energy, deadly in her efficiency. And with both of them on opposite ends of his body, Atsushi has no room left for thought.

And then the front door shuts with a bang.

Perhaps Akutagawa is too aggressive with his actions, and he squints apologetically at the door he slammed. Setting down the grocery bags on the counter, he winces at the ruckus in the apartment. Is that the Jinko’s screaming?

He walks into the main room to find what he’d expected to see: Atsushi pinned to the floor with Kyouka and Lucy dissecting him.

“This is just like you, Jinko,” he scoffs with a note of fondness, squatting beside the squirming, laughing Atsushi. “You’re not even fighting back.”

“RYUHUHAHA dohohon’t!” Atsushi shakes his head, his face a deep pink and his eyes crinkled shut. His smile is just as blinding as the light of the sun. Gross, Akutagawa thinks with a mini smile.

“Akutagawa.” Kyouka turns to him with that river-like gaze, clear but acute. “Join us.” Lucy cackles.

He smirks. “If that is what I must do.”

Though she calls out to Ryuunosuke now, Kyouka hasn’t forgotten how his words kept dragging her down as she swam desperately toward the light. But then he said he was proud of her. Plus, well, he’s involved with Atsushi. Kyouka’s grown to trust him, at least as long as Atsushi’s around. The same goes for Lucy, who Kyouka resented at first for endangering Atsushi, and for her harsh personality that pushes everyone away. That was before though, before she learned that Lucy is genuinely kind, only a girl at heart, and she’s really fun to talk to, and hug, and go shopping for plushies and clothes and crêpes with.

Kyouka would defend Atsushi’s happiness with the blade of a katana and the might of a demon. Because he’s the one who saved her, because he’s her older brother. He has a way of bringing out the light in those with the blackest of blood. Though he’s made many enemies, he has twice as many friends, Lucy and Aku included. She’s never been more sure that they care for Atsushi than now, engaging in something so purely affectionate. That’s why Kyouka pitches in, because her heart is full to the limit.

Speaking of which, Atsushi seems to be reaching his limit.

“RYUHAHAHAHA! LUHUCYEHEAHAHAE! KYOUHAHAKAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAP!”

Akutagawa is rough and awkward as he claws at the center of Atsushi’s abdomen. Even Rashoumon is crawling up and down his sides. Still sitting on his legs, Kyouka is moments away from flying off, and it’s only through sheer determination that she remains in place. Lucy has slowed her assault out of pity (because she is soft for this man and terrible at hiding it), slowly dragging her fingers across Atsushi’s jaw. Kyouka copies her: Akutagawa really is ruthless. Atsushi’s floundering and screaming is amusing though, and she can’t hold back the soft giggles escaping from her own chest. Though his laughter is desperate and embarrassed, it’s also bright and overwhelmed with love.

“You should learn to take this, weretiger. If you wish to help people, endurance and inspiration of the soul are necessary skills to have.”

Which is basically fancy talk for: Your joy could cure the world’s suffering and you should show it more often.

“LIHIHIHIKE you wouhAHALD KNOHOHOW! AHAHAHA wahahaHAIT!”

“How foolish of you to sass me in your position.”

Atsushi’s chest barely gets the chance to rise and fall before another laugh is forced out. He probably needs a breather. Lucy, despite being the one to start this, is also the first to end it.

“Now now, Aku. Give him a break. We were at this for a while before you came.”

Akutagawa hums, but he retracts his hand and his ability. Lucy and Kyouka let up, and Kyouka removes herself from Atsushi’s legs. Finally free, Atsushi collapses into Lucy’s lap with an inhale that could rival a tornado. He tries to regulate his breathing with giggles interrupting, and he buries his face against Lucy’s thigh, turning to his original assailant for comfort. Lucy blushes even redder than Atsushi himself had because his tiny exhausted closed-eye smile is the cutest thing she’s ever seen, but settles her hand on his back for a massage.

“You hahall… ahawful,” he titters. “Lucy, I’m sohorry for hosing you.”

Kyouka appears beside Lucy and pats Atsushi’s head. Lucy sighs as if she’d just been hit with the force of all the love in the world. “I suppose I can forgive you. I’m a little less soaked now, thanks for asking.”

“Sorry, sorry.” His chuckles turn to sleepy mumbles. “That’s good, though. I’m glad.”

“Quit apologizing.” Lucy covers her face with her equally red hair and turns away. “You’re such a sap.”

“Far too soft,” Akutagawa adds, leaning down to press a kiss to Atsushi’s upright cheek. Kyouka moves her hand so Lucy can kiss the cat’s head too, instead throwing her legs over him and leaning on Lucy’s shoulder. Akutagawa is a clumsy distance from the cuddle pile, hunched over Atsushi, so the tiger throws an arm around his other life partner’s shoulders and drags him down to rest on his back, maneuvering himself so he’s on his stomach, chin on Lucy’s lap. She runs her fingers through choppy white hair and shifts one leg to lay on Akutagawa’s arm and establish a point of contact with everyone. She laughs quietly as she looks over their entangled position, like some kind of Tetris puzzle.

And then she starts laughing for a very different reason.

“ATSUSHIHIHEHEHEE!”

Kyouka flinches as Lucy’s shoulder jolts her off and blinks rapidly. Then she catches sight of Lucy’s hysterical expression and wide open mouth, someone’s fingers scribbling up her sides, and understands. Screeching, Lucy kicks and shoves at the boy in her lap, the culprit, and realizes that with all the bodies piled on top of her, there is no escape.

Atsushi, the ever perseverant hero he is, grins up at her with teeth white as an angel but pointy as a beast. “Revenge.”

And this is what happens when you go up against Nakajima Atsushi.

ᓚᘏᗢ ♡ ≽^•⩊•^≼ ♡ ૮(˶• ༝ •˶)ა ♡ /ᐠ •̀ ˕ •́ マ ♡ ՞ↀ - ↀ՞

Ryu may have the most money but he has near-zero social capabilities. They all lack people skills actually, but Aku lost the last video game tournament. So he’s doing the grocery shopping.

Also they love each other <3

I don’t know why I got so emotional with Kyouka’s POV but it’s probably because I adore her to the ends of the earth. Two paragraphs of just Kyouka reflection bc I think she’s the type to start daydreaming in the middle of an attack.

Relationship HCs:

Atsushi and Lucy — like lonely little children in love, so desperately it hurts

Atsushi and Akutagawa — It’s Complicated™️ (it isn’t)

Akutagawa and Kyouka — it is actually complicated, but they’re getting there

Kyouka and Atsushi — the purest form of connection, siblings <3

Kyouka and Lucy — sisters who give each other the freedom to just be girls

Lucy and Akutagawa — from strangers to not so much so, united by their love for one special tiger (they’re still getting used to each other)

This is a long-ahh footnote I’m sorry

#py is turning pink #tickle #tickle fic #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd tickle #akuatsulucy #atsulucy #shin soukoku #lee!atsushi #ler!lucy #ler!akutagawa #ler!kyouka

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note-boom · 1 year

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I thought this when reading the manga and I'll think this now, but I am absolutely obsessed with how the only moments when Ranpo admitted his lack of ability (barring Dead Apple to himself) were when

A) Poe trapped him in his novel and

B) he surprise carpooled with Mushitarou

I'm starting to see a pattern with the way Ranpo makes friends

#asides from the whole physical assault #minoura did NOT deserve that tickle monster scene #a moment of silence for minoura's sides....they must be sore from the laughing #but seriously the perfect crime arc is both tragedy and crack and that scene with ranpo and mushi in the car was everything #ogari 'im just trying to get RID OF YOU' mushitaro with edogawa 'here's my deepest secret that ive never admitted aloud to anyone' ranpo #the comedy of it all...#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd ranpo #bsd mushitaro #bsd poe #bsd edgar allan poe #bsd season 4 #bsd s4 spoilers #bsd spoilers #bsd musings #humor #spitting nonsense

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nataliewritez · 1 year

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Dazai's Troublesome Day || BSD Tk Fic

Summary: Akutagawa and Atsushi finds out their mentor is ticklish.

A/N: This fic was extremely fun to do!! Thanks to Sakura and Rando for having all these fun headcannons, I've grown in my inspiration to write alot more!! Love you dorks!!

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"GWAH!? DAZAI!" Atsushi shook his mentor, after he'd been trampled on repeatedly, Akutagawa had watched with large owl eye's, not sure in what to do. Dazai had faintly grabbed Atsushi's hand after face planting into the ground and smiled, "I can finally die!" He spoke, making both Atsushi and Akutagawa stare at him, knowing full well he wouldn't.

Dazai then place his face back down, not daring to budge, he was rather stubborn about it, a fake pout on his face that no one could see. Yet he didn't expect Akutagawa to kneel down beside him and start to poke the back of his left hand ribs, making him hide his growing smile against his sleeves.

"Poke poke poke poke.." He said at each poke, Atsushi sweating, "Akutagawa-san, I don't think that's helping.." He said, slightly amused, stiffling a laugh as Akutagawa replied with a confused 'poke poke?'

"Akutaga- wait." He said, listening as he got closer, trying to hear it clearly. "Continue." He said, Akutagawa rolling his eye's as he poked more, Atsushi's smile turning into a wide grin. "Good job, Akutagawa-sa-" "Shut it, Jinko." He gave him a death stare, making the weretiger shiver. "O-Okay then!"

Akutagawa continued, before noticing why Atsushi seemed so smug, Dazai was now shaking his head, his legs daring to twitch at a weak attempt to kick the ground, in hopes it would distract him from laughing. Akutagawa summed them up, before his small, innocent pokes now turned into scribbling, as he squeezed and prodded at their mentors ribs, elicting a snort from the other, his entire body jerking from the newer sensation.

"Oh? Jinko, help me." Akutagawa said, this being a rare time to cooperate with the weretiger, for something so silly. Atsushi's eye's lit up, as joy filled him now, enthusiastically scribbling under Dazai's arm, making him throw his arm's down defensively, turning his face towards them to show how flustered he was. "Ehehe! W-Why so tohohouchy, ahahay?" He tried to tease them, making the two state plainly, as they exchanged looks, smirking down at him. "Is Dazai-san ticklish?" Atsushi asked with a smug tone, making his eye's widden, growing a slight bit more red.

"A-Ahahatsushi! Akutahaga-WA!? AGH!?" He arched, Atsushi was surprised to hear him suddenly grow so desperate, until he looked, chuckling when he found Akutagawa sitting on his lower back, focusing on tickling deep circles at their mentor's hip's, making him snort out loud. "D-Deheath by tickling wahahasn't my plahahan but hehere we are!" He joked, snorting once again when Atsushi turned his arm's into his weretiger form, using the soft pads of the tiger to massage deep ticklish circles into his lower ribs, making him wiggle like a worm out of the earth below.

"BWAH!? EEK! WAHAIT! THAHAY WAS UNEXPEHECTED!" He slammed his fist on the ground desperately, making the two stop, the two got up and bowed apologetically, feeling bad for doing this to someone they looked up to, instead, Dazai placed his hands on their shoulder's, squeezing them reassuringly. "That's.. quite alright." He heaved, giggles still spilling out for a few more, before he grinned at them. "But you definitely could've done better." He shrugged, sighing, "What a shame.." He feigned sadness, before yelping as he felt his wrists be held above his head by Roshomon, the two smirking widely. "You could've just asked if you wanted more." Akutagawa spoke, a evil glint in his eye's.

Needless to say, it's safe to say Dazai hasn't learned any lesson today, as usual.

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20dazaika23 · 9 months

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Happy birthday, Osamu

this is my first fic, please don't judge too harshly (〃^ω^〃). There was no previous experience. Thank you for reading this fanfic.There may be errors in the text, I wrote through a translator.

WARNING: ❗❗THIS IS A TOUCHING FIC, IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS THEATIC PLEASE SCROLL ❗❗

Dostoevsky and Dazai have been living together for a long time, about 4 years. Every day they talked about many things, but one day Fyodor noticed something strange... When he touched the skin under Dazai's bandages, he saw his lover twitch. Dazai said that he was just hurting, but Dost-kun saw through his lies. This situation repeated itself after a while, the rat still asked the bandaged one: Osamu, are you ticklish? There was an awkward silence for a couple of minutes. Dostoevsky began to act because of the ignore from Dazai. As always, this genius was right, Osamu did not even resist, everything was clear anyway. Osamu, through laughter, asked him to stop and not kill him at least until his birthday. Exactly...

Dostoevsky woke up early in the morning. I sat at the kitchen table, drank tea and, of course, thought about a gift .. The guy did not know what to give. Maybe a book? Only what? Bandages? Too uniform. Maybe ask Dazai himself? It'll be stupid, but if... Have a fun night out. Dazai came into the kitchen and pretended to be offended by Dostoevsky because of yesterday. Fedor tried to start a dialogue with Dazai, but he ignored and made himself breakfast. Fedor sighed sadly and went into the room. In the thoughts of the guy, everything was spinning whether he would be happy about it or not. He couldn't be more wrong, if Dazai didn't like it, then their relationship could and would end on a holiday. The rest of the day, Dostoevsky thought through everything to the smallest detail. Osamu stopped being offended, and at night they watched horror films.

Morning. Fedor woke up because of Dazai, who was going to celebrate his birthday at the agency. They kissed sweetly and cheerful Dazai ran to his colleagues. Unfortunately, Fedor could not go there. Firstly, he met with Dazai in secret from all the organizations, and secondly, the agency did not trust Dostoevsky because of the actions of the past. Dostoevsky sat at home all alone, and then went to the store for "toys for a fun night." In general, everything was boring. Finally it was 6 pm. Fedor changed clothes, hid his face as much as possible and went to meet Osamu. Well, finally they came home. The house was very far from the agency and because of this, Fedor decided to take Dazai.

The guys went into the house and merged in a passionate kiss. You can't even imagine what I have prepared for you, my dear bandage. - Said Fedor and gently began to creep up to Osamu's bare chest. I see you're well prepared, little rat." Dazai smiled and chuckled a little as hands began massaging his chest. Dostoyevsky moved tenderly to Osamu's nipples. Gently stroked them... Fyodor grinned, pulled off Osamu's vest and unbuttoned his shirt. Dazai moaned, and then Fedor threw him onto the bed and handcuffed him to the bed. The boy began to gently scratch his lover's ribs, Dazai felt a hard arousal from this feeling. Dostoevsky's head was approaching the victim's stomach. The guy began to lick around the navel, and scratched the ribs with his hands. Osamu was all wet and laughed hoarsely. Fyodor sharply blew a raspberry on the victim and abruptly began to knead his hips. Dazai tried to kick, but the handcuffs and belts got in the way. Fedor took the feathers and moved them in the inner part of the frogs, at the same time blowing into Dazai's navel. They both liked it, Fedor didn't think it was that much fun. There was a spark of sadism in his eyes, which the bandaged masochist really liked. Fedor lowered a pen into Dazai's navel, which caused him a lot of screams. After this action, Fedor moved more to cruel tickling. He scratched Dazai's armpits and stomach with his nails, while leaving hickeys on his neck. The victim really liked it, he moaned loudly, shouted and laughed at the same time. Fedor decided to move to the feet of the nervous Dazai. He began to tickle his feet quickly, causing his boyfriend to have a violent tantrum. Dazai was in tears, Fedor did not stop, but vice versa. With every action, Osamu turned into a trembling cake. After a few minutes, this torture ended. "Happy birthday, Osamu." - Fedor said, looking into the crying eyes of his boyfriend, he thinks that it will be simply impossible for Dazai to forget this birthday

#bsd tickle #lee!dazai #dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs dazai #bungo stray dogs

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fucking-michaell · 1 year

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Stress reliever

A/n: this idea has been on my mind since I read the ending of volume 17. PLATONIC ONLY!! Co-written by @stupideelblog I didn't proofread this so . Ignore that the tense is inconsistent.

Warnings: stress, tickles

THIS IS A TICKLE FIC!!!

If you're not into that kind of thing, just scroll!!

This is a strange request. Ango was hesitant, not understanding why Dazai had asked him to do this. When he had gotten the message from Dazai requesting that he help Atsushi relieve some stress, it had surprised him. It would’ve been a pretty normal favor if not for what Dazai had asked him to do specifically. How was he supposed to approach this situation? Hey Atsushi, Dazai wants me to tickle you. Come here. Yeah, no. He has to make this happen somewhat naturally at least. Or, he was going to try.

He sees Atsushi sitting down across the room, reading something. His brow is furrowed and he seems frustrated for some reason. Ango decides to just bite the bullet and approaches him.

“Hello, Atsushi,” He starts.

Atsushi had been reading something. Or trying to at least. He was sat on the sofa in Lucy’s ability room, criss cross with a book in his hands, but the words just seemed to muddle when he read them. He didn’t understand it one bit. He was broken out of said train of thought when he heard Ango’s voice in front of him. He tilted his head up to look at the olders face.

‘Um.. hi Ango-san? Is everything okay?”

Ango paused, not sure how to lead into this. “Yes, of course. I was just coming in here to check on you. See how you’re doing. I heard you’ve been stressed lately. Is that true?” He asked, now only standing a foot or two away from him. Atsushi moved over a little to make room for Ango to sit, still sitting crisscrossed on the couch.

“Ah.. A little, but it’s okay. I think anyone would be stressed out under these conditions.”

The were-tiger gave a half hearted smile, scratching the back of his neck. Ango sat down next to him, sensing the pain in his voice. “I could… help you. With your stress. If you’d like,” He says this cautiously. He wondered if Atsushi was even ticklish. He must have been, for Dazai to make this request. Plus, Atsushi seemed like the type.

“Oh?” Atsushi tilted his head softly, the stressed look being mostly replaced by a curious one. He set the book fully aside. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well,” He said, reaching out and pinching Atsushi's side a couple of times to test the waters. “Laughter is a pretty good method to relieve stress. Laughter releases endorphins, and that can help you feel lighter and less stressed.”

This caused atsushi’s eyes to widen a little as he gave a loud yelp. Immediately, he jumped up from his place on the sofa, scrambling to the other side of it. “A-any- other ideas-?”

Ango smiled a bit at the sudden reaction. He had barely touched him; he wasn’t expecting that much of a reaction. Maybe this was a good idea after all. “Are you ticklish, Atsushi?” Ango asked, already knowing the answer from the seconds beforehand, but wanting to hear it for himself.

“N-no I just- you just startled me- I- no-!” Atsushi internally kicked himself for stammering so much already. He could feel his face growing warmer as he held out his hands in a defensive way, making sure he was as far on the couch from Ango as possible. He was surprised, if we’re being honest. Ango didn’t seem like the. Tickler type, which he wasn’t, for the most part. Except when it came to certain people. With those few people, he most definitely was.

“You’re not ticklish?” Ango asked. “Are you sure?” This interaction reminded him of how a lot of his conversations with Dazai would go. Dazai still, to this day, denies being ticklish, even though he’s been proven wrong many, many times before. Atsushi’s stuttering was funny though. He seemed to be getting a whole lot more flustered than some of the other people Ango had tickled before. Atsushi shook his head back and forth quite rapidly, still pushing himself back on the couch using his feet, before tumbling over the arm of the couch, which he was quick to recover from as he peered over the arm of the couch to look at Ango. “St-stay over there.”

Ango did not oblige to the request. He scooted even closer to the weretiger. This was going to work really well, wasn’t it. “You’re blushing,” Ango pointed out, knowing it would only probably fluster him more. He reached over and poked Atsushi in the stomach a few times.

"I'm nohot—!" Both Atsushi's hands flew to cover his mouth, his knees curling up defensively to his chest before scrambling backwards, now halfway across the floor away from the couch. His blush darkened.

"Was that a giggle? Perfect, more of that," Ango said, standing up to go after him. “It's okay Atsushi, just relax.” He kneels down next to Atsushi before he can get back up, and starts scribbling his fingers all over his stomach. Atsushi’s face is so red at this point, and Ango loves it. Both Atsushi's arms immediately come down, wrapping around his torso defensively, before alternating between trying to push him away and cover his stomach. He holds his breath, trying not to giggle out loud.

Oh, he was trying not to laugh? That wasn't going to last long. Ango was able to masterfully evade Atsuhi’s arms, poking and squeezing around them, on his stomach and sides and wherever else he could reach. “Come on, laugh~”

His arms settled on defensively wrapping around his entire torso, kicking his feet a little. His nose scrunched up and he gave little squeaking noises. They melted Ango's heart. He was surprised at how cute this was. He was warming up to Dazai’s plan very quickly with these reactions. His hands slipped under Atsushi’s shirt, scratching at his lower stomach, causing the weretiger to give what sounded like a squeal. His hands scrambled against his shirt, trying to shove Ango's hands out of it. And out poured squeaky giggles. Atsushi's eyes squeezed shut. "St-stohop it!"

Ango’s smile grew even wider. “Awww,” He said. His fingers crawled over to Atsushi’s sides, lightly scribbling up and down. It was really easy to push his arms out of the way. It was almost like Atsushi was weakened by the tickles. Atsushi squeaked, pawing at Ango's hands like a cat. He twisted back and forth under the fingers of the other. "A-Ahango-san—!"

“Yes?” Ango said, not letting up. He used one hand to pin one of Atsushi’s arms above his head, wiggling his fingers under his arm. “What is it?”

"nO!" He squeaked, trying to grab onto Ango's wrist and push him away. He giggled brightly, his blonde hair becoming a mess against the floor as his head shook. His bright red face contrasted his light hair. "StohOp!"

“You're smiling so much though! Doesn't the laughter feel nice?” Ango said, pinning the other hand under his same one. “You seem to be having fun.” His fingers traveled to the other arm, and he trailed his fingers all the way down. Atsushi's laughter varied In pitches, smiling widely. His fangs showed from behind his lips. "I'm nohOt! St—" he was very rudely interrupted by a squeak "Stohop—!"

Ango paused for a second. “Do you really want me to stop?” Knowing that Atsushi probably enjoyed it, he wanted to keep going. But at the same time, wanted to make sure he wasn't overdoing it. Dazai was always way more resilient, so Atsushi breaking this easily was something he wasn't used to.

"Wh— i—" Atsushi looked a little shocked as his cheeks steadily grew red again. "O-of course I do—!" He spoke, not very convincingly.

“Really?” Ango asked. The tone of Atsushi’s voice gave it all away. The stuttering and the blushiness? Both dead giveaways. He definitely enjoyed this. Ango began poking at his ribs., causing the younger to press his lips together, tightening his hands into fists, scrunching up his face and burying it in his arm. He squeaked and twitched at each poke. He nodded.

"MHm—!"

“You're so squeaky,” Ango pointed out. “I think you're one of the most ticklish people i've met.” He dug his fingers into Atsushi’s side right below his ribs, grinning. The weretiger gave a bright squeal, rolling over and managing to escape Ango had on him. He sat himself up, still giggling and holding his hands out again, defensively. "Dohon't—"

The bright smile he couldn't seem to shake as he hid behind his knees was quite the source of embarrassment for him.

“Come here Atsushi~” Ango called out in a teasy voice. “I'll be gentle,” He said, knowing how sensitive Atsushi was. He wouldn't go as hard as he usually does with Dazai. He wiggled his fingers in the younger boy’s direction. Atsushi giggled harder, backing away more. He peered over his knees at Ango and shook his head. "Nohoooo—"

Ango suddenly grabbed one of Atsushi’s legs, pulling the weretiger over in his direction. He scribbled his fingers over Atsushi’s foot, holding on tight to his ankle. Atsushi’s eyes went wide. He clawed at the ground in front of him with a shriek. "NOHOhO—!"

“Tickle tickle~” Ango grinned, knowing that saying that usually flustered anybody who he tickled. He studied Atsushi’s reactions to every different little spot, taking mental notes of which things seemed to tickle him the most.

He dragged a finger up and down Atsushi’s leg and spidered his fingers behind Atsushi’s knee. Atsushi gave shrieky giggles at this, pawing uselessly at the ground as if trying to crawl away from his tormentor. His lower half was much worse compared to his upper.

"PlehEase—!"

Ango noticed how much bigger of a reaction he was getting. He dragged him closer before sitting on his thighs and lightly tickling the backs of Atsushi’s knees. He drags his fingers up and down his legs, smiling the whole time. Atsushi’s laughter was so contagious. It was so bright and fun, and he found himself wanting to hear more and more.

Atsushi yelped as he was pulled closer, burying his face in an arm pillow he'd made for himself. His feet kicked up and down. He tried to giggle out something along the lines of "Ango-san stop!" Or maybe an "it tickles—!" But found himself lost in the laughter.

“Trying to say something?” It all just sounded like laughter with a confused jumble of sounds to Ango. It was kind of adorable, really. He spun around and poked at Atsushi’s sides before digging his fingers into under his arms. Poor Atsushi was just too ticklish for his own good.

Atsushi’s arms shot down immediately, clinging to his side

"StOhoP ihiT—! NoHo mohoRe—!"

His gloved hand came down three times to signal tapping out.

"I'm behetter I prOhomIse—!"

Ango let up quickly, not wanting to kill him. He got up off of the poor boy and let him catch his breath. Atsushi was a mess. His face was bright red, his hair was all tangled, and he was out of breath.

“Are you alright?” Ango said, smiling at the wide smile plastered across Atsushi’s face.

Atsushi still giggled softly as he clumsily sat up, curling up into a ball. He nodded. “Wh-whahat was that for?”

“Well, you feel better, don’t you? That was the whole point.” It was to begin with, anyway. Ango ended up having a bit more fun than he had expected to have. At some point it had switched from a task he was doing out of kindness to Dazai, to something where he was just genuinely trying to make Atsushi laugh and have fun.

"Hmm.." he smiled softly. "Yeah, I guess I do. Thank you."

Ango smiled fondly, standing up and ruffling Atsushi’s hair. "Glad I could help. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask."

Atsushi took a minute to stare as Ango walked away before giggling softly, burying his face in his arms. Yeah, maybe he would.

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Hiccups (Bungo Stray Dogs)

One Shot

Summary: Akutagawa gets the hiccups. Atsushi helps him get rid of them with tickles. ^^

Word Count: 894

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A tiny noise like a squeak came from the direction of the kitchen, and even though they’d been living together for a few months now, Atsushi’s first thought was – huh, do I have a mouse in here?

Until the second squeak came. Then a third, all evenly spaced out. By the fourth, the weretiger was on his feet and heading to investigate.

The fifth squeak came at the same moment he saw Akutagawa’s body jolt slightly from where he stood leaning against the counter with a glass of water in his hands.

Their eyes met.

“Akutagwa—”

“Shut up.”

A few months ago Atsushi would have been offended. Now he just laughed. “I didn’t even say anything yet!”

“I said shut - *hic* - up.” Akutagawa took a quick sip of water, attempted a deep breath, and was thwarted again. “Everyone gets hiccups. Don’t act like I’m some kind of anomaly.”

“I’m not! It’s just…that’s really cute, actually,” Atsushi replied, moving further into the space despite his partner’s cold glare.

“What have I told you about calling me that?”

“Oh, please. You know you love it.”

Akutagawa put his glass down on the counter so hard the water sloshed, pushing up to his full height – a whole two centimeters taller than Atsushi – and growling, “If you say one teasing word to me right now, Atsushi Nakajima, I will - *hic* - have Rashomon slice you into a thousand pieces.”

Atsushi giggled, wrapping his arms around Aku’s neck, though he knew that his boyfriend was entirely serious given the use of his full name. “I promise I won’t tease you. But I do think it’s cute.” He kissed him before he could protest again, gazing lovingly up at him in such a way that he got to witness Akutagawa visibly falter, any angry retorts dying on his tongue, replaced with another hiccup instead. “Want me to help you get rid of them?”

“You have some kind of cure-all for hiccups? If you’re hoping to - *hic* - scare me, I’m sorry to inform you that won’t work on me.”

“We’ve known each other for years. You think I don’t know I can’t scare you? I’ve tried a million times.”

“Then what - *hic* - do you propose?”

Atsushi cupped Aku’s cheeks with the palms of his hands, brushing his thumbs along his cheekbones, smiling at the way it made the usually serious man melt a little. Then he curled his fingers inward and gently scribbled along his neck.

Akutagawa fell right into the trap.

“Weretiger!” he snapped, lifting his arms to grasp at the empty air where Atsushi’s wrists had just been, leaving his torso open for the real attack aimed at his ribs. He let out a yelp and shot his arms right back down, lips turned upward in a traitorous smile. “No! S-Stohohohop - *hic* - thihihihis at once! I’m wahahaharning - *hic* - you! Weretiger!”

“Seems it’s not working quite yet,” Atsushi said with a smile, quickly moving to stand behind Aku and pull him against his chest, wrapping his arms around him in a tickly death trap that worked every time. He grinned into his boyfriend’s back as he screeched and began flailing in earnest, the giggles he’d been trying to hold back turning into loud, raspy laughter as Atsushi found the bottoms of his ribs and dug in mercilessly.

“Stahahahahahahahap! Ahahahahahatsushi!” Akutagawa clawed desperately at his arms to no avail, twisting and writhing in his grip. Luckily for the weretiger he wasn’t wearing his coat right now, which meant he had to rely on his own strength to get out of this situation.

There wasn’t much to begin with, nor was there practically any left now.

“Dahahahahammit weretiger, cut it ohohohohohout! They’re gohohohone! My hihihihihiccups are gone now stahahahahahap it!”

Atsushi hummed in contentment, smiling as he hugged him closer and tickled even more, leaning forward to plant little tickle bites along his neck and make Akutagawa go absolutely crazy.

“Ahahahahahahaha! Stahahahahahahap!” The older man cried, changing tactics from trying to pull his partner away to slapping his hand against his arm instead. “I gihihihihihihive! Please!”

“Aww, so soon?” Atsushi pouted but stopped anyway, knowing he couldn’t push too far if he wanted to be able to keep getting away with tickling him at all. He kissed the back of Aku’s neck, relishing the shudder that went through him in response. “You good?”

“Shut up,” Aku muttered, turning in Atsushi’s loosened grip so they were facing each other. This way, Atsushi got to see all of him right up close – his blushing face, his bright eyes, the ghosts of dimples in his cheeks. The aftermath of what a little tickle now and then could do for his boyfriend’s spirits.

Atsushi smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Akutagawa scoffed. “See what I do to you next time you get hiccups.”

“Joke’s on you. I can shift into my weretiger form to get rid of them.”

“Fine. Then I’ll take my revenge now.”

Akutagawa’s eyes suddenly lit up with a different kind of light, and Atsushi had only barely processed it before he was squealing with his own round of giggles as his boyfriend squeezed up and down his sides. He didn’t mind – it was beyond worth it to have a little bit of playful fun with the Port Mafia’s Hellhound.

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