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helleboretks · 1 year

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Port Mafia Styled Torture

This is a Buraiha Trio tickle fic! With Lee!Dazai, Ler!Oda, and verbal Ler!Ango! If this isn’t your forte, no need to read!

Summary: Oda just got off the phone with the curry chef after a little chat about the kids, threatening a little bit of ‘Port Mafia Styled Torture’. Dazai’s curious about it. He got his answer, just not in the way he expected to. (Dark Era, Eighteen!Dazai)

Dazai was rather content on a lazy night at the bar.

The familiar atmosphere held a comfort only Lupin could provide, its dim lights and peaceful nights were to die for, truly. For Dazai, it felt much more relieving in the presence of two people.

He wrapped his arms around Odasaku’s torso, sat contently on his lap, who was busy talking on the phone with the restaurant owner about who-knows-what, nursing a Whiskey on the Rocks with his free hand.

Ango was making idle chat with the bartender two seats down, sipping his own tomato juice, as he stated that he wasn’t in the mood for alcohol that night. And Dazai found himself here, simply relaxing against his friend, feeling confident that this would simply be a slow night at the bar.

He snuggled in closer to Odasaku’s side, absentmindedly letting his forehead press against the man’s cheek, who in turn abandoned his drink to give Dazai a quick pat on the head, letting his hand rest there after a moment. Dazai let out a little sigh, tuning in to catch the tail end of Odasaku’s phone conversation.

“-If Katsumi does it again, let him know I’ll be coming home to dish out some Port Mafia Style Torture, okay? Bye then.”

…Hoh?

“Hmm?” Dazai tilted his head up to look at Odasaku, who looked down at him with a raised brow. “What is it?” he asked, pocketing his phone as Dazai sat up. “Port Mafia Styled Torture? I haven’t heard anything like that before. What do you mean by it?”

Distantly, he noticed the scrapping of Ango’s bar stool and his footsteps, and Odasaku glanced at the other, before letting out a hum. “Just a term I came up with for the kids.” he plainly explained, causing Dazai to huff. “Yeah, but what is it?” He pouted, clearly displaying curiosity.

“Ah, well,” Odasaku contemplated, tilting his head to the side for a moment before ultimately shrugging. “It’s better to show more than tell, I suppose.” Now it was Dazai’s turn to cock his head to the side, confusion flickering on his face. The sound of Ango aggressively sipping his drink behind them certainly wasn’t helping, though.

Then Odasaku held up wiggling fingers.

Dazai was beyond confused.

“What…are you doing? Why are you moving your hands like tHAT-”

He had no time to react, zero seconds to collect himself before those wiggling fingers descended on his sides like quick lightning, startling a shriek out of the teenager. It was a foreign feeling that shot through his body, causing him to sputter and teeter into frantic laughter.

“Whahahahahat the-Odahahaha!!!” Dazai squealed when Odasaku dug dexterous fingers into his ribs, causing the poor boy to buck and squirm in Odasaku’s lap, who wasn’t at all deterred by the sudden rowdiness of the younger. That didn’t stop him from commenting though.

“Huh, I didn’t expect you to be this ticklish.” He hummed, giving an experimental tweak higher up his ribs, and leaning forward a bit to accommodate Dazai’s jerk backwards. “I can work with this.”

“This is terrible.” Ango said from behind, and Dazai could barely twist around to start reaching for help, a smile tugging his lips in a way he never thought were possible. “Ahahahango!! Hehelp mehehehe- AHhhahAhahAhh!!” He practically spasmed with screechy laughter when Odasaku took the opportunity to scribble along his back, having not expected his own back to be as ticklish as his front.

“Nope, I’m fine right here. I do not trust that man.” Ango hummed from the complete other side of the bar, Dazai kicking wildly and yelping with laughter as Odasaku considered his options, as if this were some delicate procedure and not him just tickling his crazily squirming friend to utter pieces. “Ow Ango, I feel hurt.” He nonchalantly muttered.

And then he poked around his lower back.

It was almost as if Dazai turned into a track runner, it was just that funny.

The boy let out a straight up scream, aggressively kicking his legs as he started slapping Odasaku’s hands, which were tweaking at the dimples that he must have remembered were there. The other leaned back a bit as Ango raised a brow. “Ah, that must feel terrible. Rest in peace, Dazai, I’ll be sure to write your eulogy.” It’s not like it was terrible… he was just unprepared, dangit!

“I thought that was my job?” Odasaku questioned, digging a knuckle into the middle of his back, only to jolt at the loud snort Dazai let out. “Jesus, that startled me.” Ango scoffed in amusement, watching as Dazai’s feet would bang against the bar table.

He’s pretty sure he kicked something else, from the clattering noise that startled a flinch out of both Ango and Odasaku, causing the man’s merciless fingers to falter and dig into a bundle of nerves, and Dazai couldn’t help the full body spasm that overtook him. Seriously, how was he supposed to know what he kicked if he was laughing too much to even care!?

“Oooh…apologies for that, bartender-” Dazai’s hand came cracking down against the counter, his finger catching on something solid before that went crashing down too. “....And that.”

Dazai could hardly hear what the bartender was saying when Odasaku started experimentally wiggling fingers into his hips, his laughter taking on a whole new pitch as he struggled, laughter sputtering without filter from his mouth, slapping his hand repeatedly around the bar table.

“BAHAhahaHahAHar!! PleEhEhehase!!!” He pleaded senselessly, unsure just what it was he was pleading for. “Were you trying to call the bartender? God, you’re just calling for anyone now, huh?” Ango hummed with a casual raise of the eyebrow, which shouldn’t be so damn funny in the situation, but Dazai found himself laughing more anyways.

He’s certain he almost slid off of Odasaku’s lap if the man hadn’t been there to hold him up, tears of mirth pricking his eyes as he squirmed and squealed, trying everything he could to worm himself out of the man’s dangerously deft hands. A fruitless endeavor in the end, but the attempt was appreciated.

“You okay there, Dazai?” Odasaku apparently found it in himself to be worried by the tears he was deliberately causing to stream down Dazai’s face, who finally was able to turn onto his back again, head and torso dangling off from the stool with a beet-red face. He couldn’t help but think how terribly mean that was, and how giggly he felt just from the aspect that Odasaku cared enough to ask for a raincheck.

Somehow, he gave a half-assed nod, wheezing all the same.

“Now he just sounds like a pterodactyl.” Came the comments of his other, equally mean friend, who pre-ordered some water and was just sitting there waiting now, waiting for Dazai to give up and beg for it to stop. “Hmm, I think that adds onto the charm.” Odasaku casually commented, further embarrassing their precious friend, who was frantically shaking his head and whining, wheezing, laughing his heart out. God, he didn’t want to think it, but-

This was so, so fun.

“He sounds like he’s being murdered though, and I do not know how to feel about that.” Obviously that was a lie, from the way he was hiding a small smile behind his tomato juice glass, but Dazai could hardly muster the strength to call him out on it. Dazai, being tickled to shambles, took way longer than he thought to get enough breath in him to finally, finally plead mercy.

“AIHIHIHIR!! I NEHEHEED AIHIHIR-ODAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Odasaku took him seriously then, and the boy gasped in relief (and hidden disappointment) when he removed his hands, instead helping Dazai sit up properly. He adjusted him in his lap, asking again if the other was okay as Dazai greedily sucked in bucket-fulls of air, hardly noticing Ango approach with the glass of water.

Maybe it took Dazai an embarrassing few tries to actually grab the glass of water, Ango supporting it as he drank from it in relief. He let out a sigh, leaning back against Odasaku’s chest as Ango sat down, the bartender watching fondly from afar.

“Dazai?” Odasaku called again, making him realize how he had yet to answer the man’s question, frantically nodding his head in earnest. “‘M fine, ‘m fine.” He managed to mumble, letting his eyes slide shut as he took in all of what just happened.

It was unexpected, he was so unprepared. Those foreign tingles fried his brain in a way he couldn’t explain, but for some strange, strange reason…

He wanted Odasaku to do it again.

It was so fun, so unpredictable, so…not boring. It lit a fire in Dazai’s heart and the uncontrollable laughter left him feeling so light. He was practically boneless, the blush on his face felt so hot, yet he didn’t mind. He only found himself snuggling further into Oda’s gentle embrace, wishing to himself for the other to do it again. But at the same time, he was exhausted, he wanted a nap right about now, no more of that for him then.

“Well, now I’m just glad the Port Mafia’s enemies never thought of tickle torture to get the answers they wanted; we all would have been so screwed.” Dazai huffed at that, cheeks flushing for a whole other embarrassing reason now at Ango’s smartass comment.

“Oh fuck you, Ango.” He growled lightly only to quietly yelp and giggle feverishly at the tweak to his sides from Odasaku, practically melting on the spot. “Oi, no cussing at Ango. I’m not afraid to dish out some more of this for the next hour.”

Dazai hiccupped, mumbling ‘mercy mercy mercy’ and vigorously shaking his head. Thankfully Odasaku didn’t go through with his playful threat, instead letting his arms wrap around Dazai and settle comfortably.

“Finally, a knight and shining armor to save me from your insanity.” Ango rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh as he leaned his head against his palm. “Although, I suggest you get to cleaning up your mess as soon as possible. That would be appreciated.”

…Mess?

“Eh?” Dazai tilted his head, blinking his eyes open to look to the opposite side of them, almost shooting up in surprise at what he saw. Multiple bar stools had fallen to the ground, and Odasaku’s drink was miserably spilt over the bar counter, sitting there sadly.

An even brighter flush of embarrassment took over him, something he for once couldn’t seem to hide as he sulked heavily. “How did I do that..?” He muttered to himself briefly. “Don’t ask how; just get to cleaning already.” Ango pressed, downing the rest of his tomato juice.

“But Angooo!” Dazai complained, leaning heavily back against Odasaku, who bonked him lightly on the head. “Your mess, you clean it up.” He said, which caused Dazai to gap at him. “But you’re the one responsible for making me make this mess, Odasaku!” Odasaku hummed with a shrug. “You still did it, take responsibility. You're a mafioso for God’s sake, Dazai.” Ango huffed.

“Uuuugh, fine!” Dazai whined, sulking off Odasaku’s lap and begrudgingly setting to work on picking up the bar stools. He almost hissed at Odasaku chuckling behind him, but thought better of it, knowing that would lead him nowhere.

He didn’t complain as much as he usually did though, as for once, he wasn’t as opposed as he thought he’d be to cleaning up his mess. All he could really think about was when and how he could get that to happen again. You can’t really blame him.

After all, he’d really like to know all the ins and outs of this ‘Port Mafia Styled Torture’.

#HBWriting #bsd tickle fic #Lee!Dazai #Ler!Oda #Ler!Ango #Buraiha Trio #bsd #please do not tag this as Oda/Dazai #This is purely platonic I just hc that Dazai's love language is Physical Touch!#XD #bungou stray dogs tickling

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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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blue-little-angel · 6 months

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hello!! i wanted to ask if u could do a lee!dazai x perhaps ler!chuuya?

maybe dazai is bothering him one day and since (as dazai said, he knows chuuya’s moves FAR too well) he dodges an attack and the short king accidentally touches his *side?* and finds out dazai’s ticklish c:

sorry it might be a bit too much… but anyways, i hope u have a TREMENDOUS day/night & dont overwork urself please!!! <3

haha sorry it took me so much time, I have some trouble keeping everything in check lately 🥹🫂

°•|Hope your day is as great as you are|•°

Fandom: Boungo stray dogs

Lee: Dazai Osamu

Ler: Chuuya Nakahara

It was a sunny afternoon in Yokohama. Dazai was sprawled on the couch of the Ada's office, bored out of his mind as usual. When an idea struck him - why not go torment his favorite partner, Chuuya?

Soon enough he was in front of the feared Mafia's headquarters, ready to break through the intimidating place.

Dazai strolled into Chuuya's office without knocking. "Chuuuuyaaaa, entertain me!" he whined, draping himself over the smaller man's desk. Chuuya glared up at him irritably. "Get lost, you parasite. I'm busy, and you shouldn't even be here!"

But Dazai was not to be deterred so easily. He started poking and prodding at Chuuya, twisting a lock of his hair around his finger or poking his cheek. "Chiiibiii! Don't ignore me~ Play with me!" Chuuya finally snapped. "That's it, get out of here before I throw you out myself!"

He lunged at Dazai, flinging him off the desk and cocking his fist back for a punch. But the suicidal knew Chuuya's moves all too well - he dodged gracefully and landed neatly behind Chuuya's desk chair. Unfortunately Chuuya's momentum carried him too far, his flailing arm brushing against Dazai's side.

Dazai let out an un characteristic squeak and flinched away violently, stumbling over his feet. His sudden loss of balance had Chuuya staring in shock. Then a devious smirk spread over the red-head's face as realization dawned. "Why Dazai...are you...ticklish?"

The tallest opened his mouth to deny it but Chuuya was too quick, advancing on him with wiggling fingers poised. "No! Stay away from me you demon!" But Dazai was no match for Chuuya's speed and accuracy. Within moments he was collapsed on the floor, squirming and giggling helplessly under Chuuya's merciless tickling.

"Chuuuyaaaa ha-stop! I c-can't breathe!" Dazai choked out between peals of laughter. But the executive showed no signs of letting up, enjoying having found one of Dazai's rare weaknesses at last. It seemed the tables had well and truly turned - all thanks to an accidental brush and Dazai's ticklish secret being uncovered.

Chuuya continued his tickle assault on Dazai, who was curled up on the floor desperately trying to protect his vulnerable spots. "Please *haha* mercy!" Dazai begged, tears running down his cheeks from laughing so hard. But Chuuya was having far too much fun to stop just yet.

He redoubled his efforts, wriggling his fingers under Dazai's arms that proved to be an extra sensitive spot. Dazai shrieked, thrashing wildly in vain attempts to escape the onslaught. "You're e-evil Chuuya! No respect f-for your dear partnehhHEHrr !"

Chuuya simply laughed at Dazai's misery. "Consider this payback for all the times you've annoyed me, you pest!" Still he took some pity on his partner after a few more minutes, ceasing his tickling attack. Dazai lay there limp and panting, face flushed.

"You really are...too much fun to tease like this," Chuuya admitted with a grin. He offered Dazai a head pat, brushing his dark fluffy locks away from his face. "Next time I think I'll go for your neck, yeah that sounds like a great plan..."

And Chuuya didn't need anything more to make the lovely detective's blush deepen.

#boungo stray dogs #lee!dazai #ler!chuuya #tickle fic #bsd tickle #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu

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rachi-roo · 10 months

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Hi, hi, hi, Rachi-roo! Different Anon than the first one, but may I please request a part two to your lee! Fyodor ler! Dazai fic? Fyodor got wrecked and deserves some revenge, don't you think? XD. Perhaps the two are cuddling and Fyodor thinks, 'you don't deserve peace, Dazai,' so he startles Dazai with a butterfly kiss or two LOLZ. That escalates into actual kisses which further escalates into tickles. Am I projecting? MAYBE XD-

PS. I'm in shock that you're not used to writing romantic stuff because that fic was so sweet, I think I got a cavity reading it XD. You just wrote for these two, so I completely understand if you decline this. SECOND PS. How's work?

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Bungo Stray Dogs: Revenge is a dish best served... With popcorn

Weeeee! Aaah, thank you so much, friendo! I'm glad my first attempt at lovie-dovies was a success! I will pay for your dental reconstruction 😂 Also, work is going splendid, thank you very much 🥰

Summary: After their last encounter, Fyodor decides to exact some sweet revenge upon his frienemy during their quality time together.

Lee!Dazai, Ler!Fyodor, ship

Tw: Suggestive flirting and physical contact

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"Aaaah~" Dazai dropped his head back, opening his mouth casually as Fyodor popped another piece of popcorn on his tongue.

"You have your own hands, you know..." Fyodor chuckled, resting his hand on Dazais head, softly playing with his hair.

The two were laid on the sofa in Dazais apartment. Dazai laying between Fyorors legs on his back, using his friends chest as a pillow with the TV quietly playing old episodes of Pokemon in the background.

He looked up at Fyodor smiling as he chewed his sweet, popped snack.

"Mh, I know... But my hands are busy." He smiled, gesturing to his hands. One is keeping the bowl of popcorn steady on his lap, and the other lovingly tucked under Fyodors thigh, keeping it warm.

"Ooooh, busy. I see." Fyodor smiled, his hands gently slipping around Dazais waist softly caressing his hips. "And what if my hands were busy?"

The sensation made Dazais heart flutter. He felt a warmth pool in his chest as he looked up at his partner with a smirk. "Oh~? Well, if your hands were busy, I gueeess... I wouldn't get any popcorn!" He chuckled, opening his mouth again, waiting for another piece. "More please. Aaaah-."

As Fyodor looked at his partner's goofy, wide mouthed expression, a smirk grew across his face. "You're like a tsyplenok. Flightless and ugly~" He chuckled, leaning over to bury his face into Dazais neck, earning a supprised 'eep!' when he snuck a little smooch onto the spot where his bandages stopped and his skin begun.

"Fyodoooor! I have no idea what you just called me, but I'm not ugly!" Dazai tried to pout but couldn't resist the tickly sensation of Fyodors kisses. The bright, toothy smile stayed stuck between his warm cheeks.

"Awww, you're not? I think I should investigate further into that statement~" Without even a warning, Fyodors hands found their way up Dazais shirt, starting to spider across his bare tummy, grinning as he felt the skin tremble beneath his touch.

"Ah!? N-Noho! Wait! Wait, the popcorn! Wahahait!" Dazai protested, trying his best to keep the bowl from spilling all over the place with his hands. "Stohop! Eheheee!"

"I guess you'd better make sure you don't go making a mess, riiiight?"

"I ca-HAHA! FYODOR!" The brunette yelped, feeling Fyodors nimble fingers start to poke and dig into his ribs, sending electronic shocks through his body.

"NO! Nononono! AhahaAHA!" He lifted the popcorn from his lap when his legs started to kick and flail, the bowl teetering in his hand as the other attempted to grab at the tickling fingers.

"Ah, revenge never sounded so sweet."

"Get offa meeehehe! You son of ahaha bihitch! WAAAHAHA!" He yelped as Fyorors jammed his fingers up into Dazais armpits, making him go crazy! The arm holding the popcorn involuntarily flew across his chest, trying to grab Fyodors hand, instead tossing the popcorn across the room, scattering it across the carpet and under the table.

Fyodor stilled his tickling fingers for a moment, glaring down at Dazai with a menacing smirk as Dazai kept his arms clamped down against his sides. "Oh dear, what a mess you've made."

"Fyodor, please. I didn't mean to."

"Looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson." Fyodor grinned, crossing his legs over Dazais, keeping him trapped on the sofa.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I'm s-AHAHA!" Dazai arched his back, trying to protect his underarms as Fyodor dug into them with vicious precision.

"Awww, shchekotat', shchekotat', shchekotat'~"

"Q-Quihit speaking Russiahahan! Ahaha!"

"Oh? Would you prefer if I speak in your tongue? Very well~" He whispered teasingly into Dazais hair.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle~"

"GYAHA! O-Oho god no! No! Back to Russian!"

"You get what youasked for."

Fyodor grinned, starting to squeeze Dazais hips, making him buck and wriggle his backside into the couch cushions.

"StahahaAHAHAHAP! Noho! Ahaha!"

"You always did have such nice slender hips, moy milyy~ Tickle, tickle~"

"Thahanks! Now let go of thehehem!" His hands frantically grabbed and fondled with Fyorors, trying to pry his claws off his sensitive hips.

"Stahahap! Hahahaha! *snort* EHEHEEE!"

"Oop, there's the little piggy!" Fyodor teased, softly kissing Dazais ear as he watched his partner's legs squirm and kick against the sofa.

"I can't tahahake it! Ahahaaaa! H-Hehelp!"

"Help? Really? You're so hopeless." Fyodor tutted, digging into Dazais underarms again, earning another loud snort of suprise.

Dazais cardinal red cheeks glowed as he flailed pathetically. Fyodor couldn't handle the anticipation, but Dazai couldn't STAND the tickling.

"Are you going to clean up your little mess?" Fyodor asked, pausing and dragging his fingers lightly across Dazais' warm tummy.

"Yes! Y-Yehes, I will. I promise." Dazai panted, his body flinching and shuddering at Fyodors touch.

"You will?"

"Yehes!"

"Aww, how kind of you." Fyodor grinned, blowing a raspberry on Dazais neck, making him squeal and scnunch his nose up as he kicked his feet.

"But first, I don't think I'm quite satisfied with how much revenge has been dealt." The Russian smirked, trapping Dazai with his legs again.

"Huh?"

"Ten more minutes, perhaps?"

"Noho! AAAAHAHAHAAAAA!"

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#rachi roo #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd fyodor #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #fyodor dostoevsky #Lee!Dazai #Ler!Fyodor #sfw tk community #bsd tickle #dazai x fyodor

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tklpilled · 1 year

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could u write the bungous stray dogging pls 👍👍👍

but fr ummmm lee!dazai ler!chuuya

dazai stealing chuuya’s little jacket nd acting like it’s his ? maybe ? 😋😋

Chuuya doesn't hate Dazai. Not really. Deep down, he knows he probably never could.

It's just—sometimes he really pushes it.

"Give that back," he hisses, glaring daggers into Dazai's chest.

Dazai whines. "But it's mine!"

Chuuya starts tugging at the jacket, trying to pull it off. "It's not yours, dammit! You're going to stretch the fabric!"

Dazai leans the other way, batting Chuuya's hands away. "It is mine! Your clothes are mine now, Chibikko."

"Don't call me that! Give my jacket back, you bastard!"

It barely fits Dazai—the sleeves don't even reach his wrists. It would be funny if not for the fact that it's Chuuya's jacket.

"...I won't kiss you until you give it back."

Dazai's eyes widen, and he makes a loud noise of protest. "But Chuuya!"

"No! Take it off!"

Dazai sinks back into the couch, pouting. "...No."

Chuuya sighs. Dazai's never this stubborn—which isn't to say he isn't stubborn, it's just the fact that accepting a lack of kisses is extremely out of character—except, of course, when he really wants something.

And because Chuuya is nice, he'll give it to him.

"Wh—Chuuya—!" Dazai squeaks as Chuuya pounces on him, pinning him to the couch. "Don't—"

"Don't act like this isn't what you want, you asshole."

"Th-thahat's—!"

It really doesn't take much to reduce Dazai to a giggling mess. All Chuuya's doing is fluttering his fingers around Dazai's jawline, and he's already a wreck. Chuuya desperately tries not to admit that it's adorable.

"Stohop it!" Dazai wails. "Chuuya!"

Chuuya brings his free hand down to squeeze his side, making Dazai yelp. "I'll stop if you take it off."

Dazai grabs onto Chuuya's wrists, a dark blush spreading across his cheeks. "I-I wihihihill! St-ohohop!"

"I don't believe you."

"Plehehehease!"

("Chuuya's so mean," Dazai complains, once Chuuya has finally stopped.

Chuuya tosses the jacket over the back of the couch, turning back to his partner. "You want a round two?"

"No!" Dazai says immediately, wide-eyed and flushed, which obviously means yes.

And who is Chuuya to pass up the opportunity?)

#ughh this is shorter than i wanted but my motivation levels are at 2 #ask #gargalethezzia #arty writes #bsd #lee!dazai #ler!chuuya #skk #tickle fic

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mah-t-wordblog · 22 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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fucking-michaell · 7 months

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Gm !!

Trace up and down his sides

#bsd tickle #lee!dazai #boop booth #tickle art #sfw tk #tk community #osamu dazai #get his ass

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tapocheeek · 6 months

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#bungou stray dogs tickling #bsd tickle #lee!dazai #Ler!Chuuya

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ticklish-n-stuff · 7 months

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Hiya! For August tickletober, may I please request Day 1 with Lee! Dazai and ler! Kunikida?

Dazai cannot stand tickle anticipation and will giggle in literal seconds😂. Kunikida knows this, so when the two are in private, he'll use it against Dazai as punishment for annoying him during work.

Feel free to decline and have a fantastic day!

Tickletober day #1: Anticipation

WOOO FIRST TKTOBER FIC EVERYONE CLAP

Starting with everyone's fave suicidal maniac and idealist~🥰

Hope you like it! :D

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Dazai x Kunikida (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Dazai

Ler: Kunikida

Warnings: Tickles!

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It was like any other day at the ADA. Ranpo snacking on his stash of sweets, Yosano torturing- healing her patients, Atsushi helping out Kyoka with her job, Kunikida following his schedule to a T, and then there was Dazai. Being a pile of lazy bones as usual. If he wasn’t tormenting his coworkers for his amusement, then he was usually napping at his desk or at the couch. I guess he was feeling extra lazy today as he was sprawled out all over his chair, sleeping like a tired kitten, or a mangled corpse

At the sight, Kunikida let out an audible groan. You’d think by now he’d be used to Dazai’s antics, but it always managed to get on his last nerves.

“Dazai, stop slacking off—“

The brunnette’s whole body jolted awake, looking down to see Kunikida’s hand resting on his thigh.

“What was that about?” the blonde quirked up a brow curiously at the sudden reaction.

Usually, Dazai was one to always have a witty remark up his sleeve, or bandage, but this time he didn’t know what to say. How could he admit that Kunikida touching his thigh felt… tickly?

“You just surprised me is all. Now, let me go back to sleeeeep~”

Still, Dazai was pretty good at masking his embarrassment by acting like his usual, annoying self. This of course got the blonde fuming once more.

“You still have work to do- Are you even listening?!”.

Dazai had slumped back down on his seat, the nerve of this man!

“I’ve had enough of your childish antics, Dazai. Either you wake up, or I’ll make you” Kunikida’s voice sounded a bit different at the end. It wasn’t his usual annoyed tone or anger. In a way, there was a sense of confidence in his voice. As if he knew what buttons to press, or in this case, which spot to caress. The blonde’s hand positioned itself over Dazai’s thigh once more. The brunnette shuddered slightly but reamined stubbornly asleep.

“Fine then, you asked for this” there was a slight tug at Kunikida’s lips as he got to work. His fingertips slowly stroking up and down Dazai’s thigh. It was so gentle, so slow, like he had all the time in the world. Yet on the inside, Dazai could feel every atom on his body screaming at how ticklish it felt.

“Kunikidaaa…~” Dazai whined out, but didn’t bother to move away or try to stop him. Perhaps too tired? Or maybe something else. But that didn’t matter, the goal was to get Dazai to crack, and Kunikida was determined to see it through.

“What’s wrong, ticklish?”.

How could a simple word send butterflies all over Dazai’s tummy? And the ligjht, consistent stroking of his thigh was starting to drive him insane. He knew that this teasing was just prolonging his unevitable demise, so why couldn’t Kunikida get it over with already?! The thought of Kunikida tickling him to death sounded very appealing, after all.

Dazai was broken out of his inner struggle as he felt Kunikida do the egg crack motion over his knee. “gyAH! Kuniii, just tickle me already!-“ a soft gasp escaped his mouth once his words settled in. An evil grin settled on Kunikida’s lips, knowing so well that Dazai could never handle the anticipation.

“If you say so~”.

“Wait wait- KUNIKIDA!!!”.

The shriek that escaped Dazai’s mouth surely got everyone else’s attention, he wouldn’t live that down for a long time. But atleast now he could focus on Kunikida’s wiggly fingers~

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#augtickletober2023 #tickletober2023 #bsd #bsd tickle #bsd tickle fic #dazai osamu #kunikida doppo #lee!dazai #ler!kunikida

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synthleeius · 9 months

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IM GENUINELY SO SORRY FOR THIS.

listen right in the middle of this fic i got bsd burn out HARDD snd it was HORRIBLE so its kinda a drabble now snd its like kind of bad I KNOW IM SORry but um i tried

It was rare to see you so touchy and somewhat intimate, but it's different this time.

You and Dazai laid in the messy apartment supplied by the agency, tangled in each other. It was extremely out of character for you, but tonight, you decided to indulge him and his annoying antics. You were tired after all, it's not your fault…

With that, you laid limply in the arms of the one and only Dazai Osamu, after him nagging you about it. He began to speak, his voice full of smugness. “You comfy down there~?” He asked.

You had the urge to just not reply at all, just to piss him off a bit.. But, better not, you thought. If you did, you wouldn't hear the end of it.. “mhm.” You mumbled, not enough energy in you to actually voice a proper response.

“What? That's all I get?” He asked with a painfully obvious fake pout, shaking you in his arms a bit. You just groaned, shoving his shoulders a bit to make him back off. He did.. but you both ended up in the same position as before, which you definitely weren't opposed to.

“Hey.” You mumbled after a bit of comfortable silence, moving to look up at him. You heard him chuckle softly, glancing into your eyes. “Mhm?” He hummed with an awfully curious tone, one that immediately put a smile on your face.

You didn't respond, seemingly dozing off. You snapped back to reality when you felt a gentle tap on your back. “Whaaatt~? Speak.” He said with a slight whine.

“shhh, shut up.” You mumbled, moving to grab one of Dazai’s wrists and hold his hand in between yours. “Guess what?” You began again, an uncharacteristically playful smile on your face.

“What?” Dazai immediately responded, another child-like look of curiosity taking up his expression. “I can read palms. Yknow, the lines.” You said absentmindedly, “I've decided that today.”

“Oh, you’ve decided, have you? Tell me then, what messages do my palms have?” He replied with a soft chuckle, enjoying the unusual playful aura around the both of you. “Mhm. You see, this one says..”

You began to trace a finger down the biggest line on his palm, smirking smugly when you felt his wrist flex back and the base of his hand squirm slightly in your grasp. “This line represents how unbelievably ticklish you are for a detective agency member. Isn't that fun?”

“Wait-” His words tumbled out, stuttering over themselves a bit. “theheres no way this is coming frohom you!”

“And what's that comment supposed to mean? You think I'm not capable of having fun?” You replied with a chuckle, pressing your fingers into the upper area of his palm and scratching your way down to his wrist.

“kihind of..?” He mumbled absentmindedly, his attention mostly on trying to wiggle his hand out of your firm grasp. At his words, you let out a fake-offended gasp. “That's so rude!” You exclaimed, letting his wrist go. While you provided him a temporary relief from the tingly sensations, you still looked for other spots to grab at..

“Not if it's true~” He teased, moving his hands to sit comfortably around your waist and join together behind your back. “Remember, you're under me right now. I could just..” He moved his hands to sit on the back of your sides, his fingers making a claw.

Sure, that made you jolt a bit, but.. you werent the one who was going to end up in that position, not again.. “Maybe you're the one who should remember my position, Dazai..” You began in a teasing tone, moving your head up to sit in the crook of his neck. “I can do this.”

With that, you blew a soft stream of air on his collarbone, causing him to jolt backwards with a giggle. “Stohop- stop, this is horriblllleee~” He whined.

“It's not horrible if you like it,” You mumbled in his ear, pressing your hand up against his back before slipping it under his shirt and dragging a nail up his spine. He simply whined again, shaking his head a bit. “Ihi dohont!”

“Are you sure? Hmm?” You giggled a bit at his reaction, your nails tracing small circles on the side of his back. “Because it seems like you like it.. Maybe you should work on that y'know.”

“Leave me alone! Oh my god, you're trying to kill me!” He said in a childish tone, “This is why I hate stupid detectives!”

“You are a stupid detective.” You pointed out with a deadpan tone. You moved your hand to his waist, dragging your fingertips up and down the soft skin.

“you're so dramatic; I'm barely touching you."

“Nohot a detective if i dont do hahalf the work! Yohour wrohonggg~” god, even when he was in this predicament, he still had the same snarky attitude. “Im not drahamatic, your dramahatic.”

With that comment, you dug your fingers in a little bit. After you elited a muffled squeal and a jolt from him, you soon switched back to gentle strokes. “Yeah? Wanna repeat that?”

“fUhuck yohou!” He laughed out, his body jerking backwards involuntarily at the sensations before he returned to breathy giggles. “ugh.. yohour evil.”

“Am I now?” You scoffed, “That's craaazy. I’ll think about that, really take it into consideration for you.”

Soon enough, your fingers slowed to a stop and slipped back to your own torso. “Mmh.. So you finally decided to spare me?” He said smugly, squeezing you a bit in his embrace.

“Is that your way of saying that you want more? Huh?” You tilted your head up at him, a teasing tone in your words. “noho- no, i'm good..” He chuckled.

“That's what I thought.”

#this pains me to post btw #um #lee!dazai #ler!reader #bsd tickles #bsd tickle #bongou stray dogs tickles #ticklefic #tickle fic #syns stuff

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helleboretks · 1 year

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Cocky, Until He’s Not

This is a Lee!Dazai and Ler!Chuuya bsd tickle fic. If this isn’t your forte, no need to read!

Summary: Another one of Chuuya getting revenge on Dazai, but what if it happened during their Sokouku Days?

FunFact: This was my first ever tickle fic, so lols to all of this-

People would be surprised how long Chuuya waited for this specific moment.

Three weeks of nothing but dealing with his partner’s agitating behavior, mentally noting every insult, every jest, every tease and taunt, filing it away for this scenario. He needed his revenge for the countless times Dazai’s fucked with him on such a constant.

He hadn’t known how until he came to Dazai’s best friend for advice.

“He’s actually freakishly ticklish, if that gives you something to go off of.”

Bless Sakunosuke’s heart, Chuuya swore to God.

It was the best thing he could have ever found out, no matter how embarrassing it sounds. This was information he was sure as hell Dazai would rather take to the grave than to give him even a hint about, but now that Chuuya knew this? Oh boy, he was going to abuse this for the rest of his life.

Who would have ever thought? Dazai Osamu, king of annoying, Demon Prodigy and most stoically ridiculous asshole ever, ticklish? It was glorious, a weakness Chuuya could utilize at any moment. His heaven, even.

And he’s going to milk it for all it’s worth the first time around. Chuuya waited, counting up the piles of teases and taunts Dazai spewed at him so recklessly, counting each one, each reason-good reason-, to absolutely demolish this son of a bitch. And now that he had a mountain, it was time to find the right opportunity to strike.

It was so much easier than he thought it’d be, and he loved it.

Dazai was just going at his teases again, following Chuuya, poking and prodding at his nerves like second nature (and it probably was by now), sticking his tongue at him, calling him names in which Chuuya would fire back. It was their usual banter, as always. At least, until Dazai made a comment.

“You’re soooo tiny,” Dazai laughed, pointing to his bandaged neck, “You wouldn’t even reach my neck in five years time!” Chuuya had growled at him before the bulb went off, to which he smirked, and leaned back, pulling his hands from his pockets. And with all the confidence he could muster in that moment, he blurted,

“You’re awfully cocky for someone who’s so ticklish.”

Dazai blanked for all of three seconds, before letting out an actual squeal and stepping back rapidly, clearly caught off guard by the declaration. “A-And where in the world did you get that idea from?!” he tried to save himself, he really did, but the all too obvious blush on his face gave it away. The fact that he could get Dazai to react so genuinely gave Chuuya so much satisfaction, you’d think he’d leave it at that.

Well, of course he fucking wouldn’t. Dazai was just tempting him now.

“Oooh yes, I know your secret, Mackerel.” Chuuya smugly replied, lifting up his hands as his grin sharpened. Dazai visibly paled. Hilarious.

“Fucking. Run.” Dazai didn’t need to be told twice, spinning on his heel and making a mad dash like Chuuya’s never seen before. But, as much as the other ran, Chuuya didn’t even feel a hint of worry. Why? Well, did you really think Dazai was the most physically capable out of both of them?

He let Dazai get some distance just to build up tension, knowing how his partner had such a love/hate relationship with anticipation. He took off after him soon though, forgoing his ability just to make this chase that little bit more interesting.

“Dazai~!” Chuuya shouted tauntingly, getting a loud ‘GO AWAY, CHIBI!’ in response, yet it only made the ginger scoff. The duo were bolting down the halls before long, Dazai crashing into walls and bursting through doors, not seeming to give a rat’s ass about the employees he was disturbing with all the ruckus.

And Chuuya was hot on his tail, bouncing off the walls (Figuratively and literally) in vengeful glee as he zipped past those same employees, who looked beyond confused. He’s pretty sure they, or more like Dazai, knocked over more shipping boxes than necessary, and they ended up coming to one of those big storage sectors, conveyor belts transporting big cargo down to the PM’s ship docs.

Dazai was hurtling over boxes, climbing them like a rabid monkey as Chuuya simply used his gravitation to bound up them all in one go, slamming onto the box above Dazai and thoroughly startling the maniac, who let out a sharp yelp at his sudden appearance.

“NO!! Get away, get away! This is why I hate stupid dogs!” Dazai cried, immediately fleeing as he jumped down the boxes, and Chuuya laughed rather maniacally, seeing all the panic and irritation in Dazai for once instead of himself.

“You’re avoiding the inevitable, you bastard!” Chuuya hollered, jumping down and following Dazai, who fled for the exit like there would be no tomorrow if he didn’t.

He flung the door open, only to shriek and stumble back before he could get slammed into by another employee carrying boxes and metal beams, and Chuuya snorted at his attempt to stay up right. His knees were shaking like jelly, and Chuuya could only suspect it was from the situation he threw himself into.

Somehow he was able to squeeze past, and Chuuya waited another second or two once that employee was gone before he gave chase again, skidding around the corner he saw Dazai dash ‘round.

“ODASAKUUUU!!!” Oh, just Chuuya’s luck! Seems like Dazai found his friend (and semi-traitor) in the common room, throwing himself behind the older one and pointing at Chuuya accusatively.

“Get him to leave me alone!!! Oh my God he’s trying to kill meeee!!” Dazai screamed as Chuuya skidded to a halt right in front of Sakunosuke, who seemed taken aback by what he suddenly found himself in the middle of.

“C’mon! You can take it! You’re the Demon Prodigy, what’s a little bit of wiggling fingers gonna do?” Chuuya grinned, the duo falling into a stumbling dance of side-stepping around Sakunosuke, who let out a small huff of amusement from their shenanigans.

“Dazai?” Said boy stiffened with a squeak, yet found it hard not to break eye contact with Chuuya when it was his friend calling him. “He’s a bad dog!” Dazai whined pitifully, shuffling some more and shrieking when Chuuya almost nicked his side. So close!

However, that near nick seemed to kick off the giggles in that fiend, who desperately covered his quivering smile and shivered all the same. (Chuuya refuses to admit how his heart beat faster at the sight).

“Oda! Ohoda, Oda, Oda, hehelp me! Help me, Jesus Chrihist!!” Dazai begged, tugging at Sakunosuke’s sleeve ridiculously. Chuuya and Sakunosuke shared a glance, and the older one smiled.

“Alright.”

Dazai screeched like a banshee when Oda grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him back-first into Chuuya’s awaiting arms, and he immediately started writhing, regret has never been clearer in his eyes.

“Odasaku you traitor!! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck y-AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!” Chuuya actually laughed at the desperate scream that left Dazai’s open mouth when he started pinching his sides, the other squirming as he dissolved into a fit of uncontrollable giggling.

“Hey, it was bound to happen eventually.” Sakunosuke shrugged, as casual as ever even as his friend was being tortured right in front of him. “Aaaaand thank you for the gift, Sakunosuke-san!” Chuuya grinned, adjusting his grip and lifting the squealing mess of a Mafioso up, who leaned back as far as he could go as Chuuya’s fingers danced across his sides, legs kicking like crazy as he laughed.

“Anytime.” Spoke the low rank, who Dazai mustered up the will to flip the bird at. Chuuya kissed his teeth, fingers skittering across his belly experimentally, satisfied with the squeal he ripped from the other.

“I hahahahate yohohohou! FACK!!” Dazai screamed once Sakunosuke had taken his leave, Chuuya stumbling back from the sheer intensity of this boy’s flailing. “Jesus Christ, ya jackass! Would you stop squirming so much?” Chuuya huffed, walking backwards towards the couch of the common room.

“Thehehehen stooop!” Dazai whined between giggles, shaking his head rapidly before letting out a strangled gasp when he was unceremoniously dumped onto the couch. Chuuya didn’t waste a second, hopping onto Dazai’s thighs as the other threw his hands out, probably to attempt to stop Chuuya.

However, he did not account for Chuuya going for his underarms.

He clamped down immediately, convulsing where he was as his laughter grew more frantic, a string of cusses even Chuuya would be proud of spilling from giggling lips. He tried to stomp against the other arm of the couch, hoping to distract himself from the ticklish sensations, but he could barely move his legs with Chuuya sitting on them.

“Gehehehehet off mehe, you fahahat fuck!” Chuuya let out a choked gasp, offended that the other even had the gall to say that to him. “How the hell am I fat!? That just adds to the list of bullshit you put me through. More tickles for you.”

Dazai tried to let out a frustrated groan, but could barely get it out before his laughter got even louder when Chuuya flicked teasing fingers down to his hip, immediately peaking Chuuya’s interest.

“You are just one big damn tickle spot, aren’t ya?” Dazai frantically shook his head, yet that had to be the biggest lie he’s ever seen from the other. “Oh really now? Well it seems to me that you are, Mr.Squeak-sir-lot.” Dazai practically wheezed at the nickname, and Chuuya made sure to engrave that reaction into his memory.

“Now that I think about it, there’s one itty bitty spot I wanna try.” Chuuya casually mentioned, fingers walking up and down from the ribs to the hips as Dazai grabbed his wrist.

But he didn’t pull at it though.

So, he was enjoying this, wasn’t he? (How adorable…)

“Oh, well now you’ve just given yourself away, ya dumbass!” Chuuya grinned, hand darting up to attack Dazai’s neck.

And oh God, the scream that left him was more deafening than a triggered grenade.

He bucked and squirmed like a bull, squealing and laughing from his very gut. The words he wanted to say got jumbled and lost in giggles and laughter as Chuuya wiggled his fingers into the side of his neck, drilling and poking like rapid-fire all the while.

The first few tears of joy slipped down from his eyes, disappearing into his hairline as he snorted. That laugh was just so squeaky and dorky, down right hilarious, Chuuya couldn’t help but laugh along.

But at some point he did end up giving the other a bit of mercy, dying down to feather-light touches along his shoulders to the very base of his neck, eliciting squeaky little giggles from the mafioso. “I hahahate you, chihihibi. I swehehear.” Dazai gasped after a while as Chuuya rolled his eyes.

“Feeling’s mutual, partner.” Chuuya bit back playfully, only to blink a bit when he noticed the bandages over Dazai’s right eye begin to slip and slide. The other didn’t seem to care as much as Chuuya thought, simply scrunching up his shoulders and turning his head more to escape the tingly sensations.

“What? Never been tickled senseless before?” Chuuya opted to ignore it as well, Dazai letting out a scoff through feverish giggling, as if that would suddenly bring back his reputation to Chuuya as that stoic, constantly bothersome, moody Mafia man. Or boy. Whatever.

“Yohohou’re not even t-tryihihing that hahard.” Dazai snickered, and Chuuya used that opportunity to give a face of fake (and definitely a little real) offense. “Excuse me, you bitch? You were laughing so hard you couldn’t even speak a few times, what do you mean I ‘wasn’t even trying’???” Dazai chuckled, sticking his tongue out as Chuuya finally ceased his ministrations. And Dazai actually thought the other had had enough with him, but oh boy was he wrong.

Why? Well…

How was he supposed to react when Chuuya shoved his hands under his shirt and onto bandaged skin!?!? The bandages didn’t do a thing to stop it, either!

He let out a cry, retracting his tongue as he flung his head back, cackling crazily. “OW OW OHOW, MY TOHOHOHONGUE!! CHIBI I FUHUHUCKING BIT MY TOHOHOHOHONGUE, NAHAHAHAHA!!!” Chuuya snorted and laughed at his partner’s dilemma, who didn’t know whether to wince in pain or continue laughing like a hyena. Apparently, his body decided both were an option. This is probably the most Dazai’s ever cursed in months, he isn’t even going to lie.

“I CAHAHAHAN’T, CHUUYA I CAN’T-I CAN’T, FUHUHUHUHUCK!!” Chuuya raised a brow mockingly, asking, “Can’t what, Mr. Squeaks? Ya gotta speak up, I can’t hear you through all the white noise!”

“STAHAHAHAHAP, I CAN’T STAHAHAP, CHUUYAAAAA!!!” Dazai screamed, and the shorter boy’s face lit up at the opportunity the other handed to him on a golden platter.

“You can’t stop? Holy shit, you can’t stop the feeling! You Can’t stop the feeling~!” Dazai was snorting and laughing as Chuuya sang that lyrical parody to him over and over again, skittering all along his ribs and scritch-scratching at every space in between that he could find that made Dazai positively lose his crap.

Dazai was wheezing at this point, tears falling down from so much stimulation, yet he couldn’t tell if he wanted more or not. He was slapping at Chuuya’s bicep, cackling mindlessly as he squirmed and struggled weakly, feeling drained as the seconds ticked on.

At this rate, Chuuya could see the other was close to going crazy.

The moment Chuuya knew the other had reached his limit was when he started hiccuping.

Hiccups within quick succession of one another littered his laugh when Chuuya touched onto his hips again, skin on skin contact making it so much worse for the taller as he flung his head around wildly. It was as if he lost complete rationality, dizzy from the sensations.

“M-ME-MERCIHIH-HIC-IHI, P-PLE-HIC-EASE CHU-HIC-CHUUYAH-HAHAHA!!!” Chuuya decided then that the other finally had enough, slowing to a stop and allowing Dazai to sink into the couch, panting heavily as his laughter was gradually reduced to feverishly desperate giggles and gasps for air. Chuuya let out a victorious laugh, taking in the poor mafioso’s expression.

He wasn’t really paying much attention to Dazai’s face then, so it was only when he got a good look at him that Chuuya finally took notice of his loose bandages from before, and by that he meant he had no idea where the hell they went. But now he’s got a giggling, gasping Dazai shivering under him, two eyes of vibrantly dark brown gazing up with the brightest blush he’d ever seen.

It was precious. Dangerously precious.

And the wobbly little smile on the taller's face was doing things to his heart, unfortunately.

“Y-you’re staring~...” Dazai whispered, but he also seemed to try and avert his gaze, if only a little, subtle as always. Chuuya kissed his teeth and rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to throw out one of his normal insults when-

“HIC-”

The two stared at each other for what might have been hours, but was only a few seconds. Quickly, Dazai shot up (and almost headbutt Chuuya in the process, but avoided it) and covered his mouth as another hiccup erupted from him. Then another, and another, and another-holy shit.

“You did not just get the hiccups.” Chuuya scoffed, holding back his own chuckles as Dazai tried to retort, only ending up with another, much squeakier hiccup. His blush reappeared tenfold, body jerking from each hiccup as Chuuya’s restrained snickers grew at the other’s dilemma.

“S-Stop laughing Chi-hic-Chibikko!” Dazai growled, batting at the ginger’s head as he continued to hiccup, and Chuuya continued to laugh at the other’s misery. This was probably the most embarrassment he’d ever seen on Dazai’s face, so he made sure to commit it to memory. He couldn’t not do that, now could he? It was so utterly adorable.

…He’ll just pretend he didn’t think that.

“C’mon, seriously?” Chuuya spoke between giggles, raising his hands to squish Dazai’s cheeks mockingly, the other weakly moving away to no avail. “Look at you! You’re hiccuping like a maniac, mackerel.” Chuuya smirked, letting his fingers fiddle just underneath Dazai’s chin and near his neck again, renewing some of those little giggles in him.

“Nohohohooo, no-hic-mohohore.” Dazai whined, but for once, he didn’t pull away, in fact, he did the opposite. He leaned into Chuuya’s touch when the other stopped the light teases, simply allowing Chuuya to hold his face.

The two stared at each other, and Chuuya wasn’t sure what to call this kind of atmosphere, (That was a lie, he knew it all too well, refusing to accept it). Dazai’s squishy cheeks in the palm of his hands, those dark brown eyes that held a different gleam to them than usual, and neither could truly look away. The moment was quiet save for Dazai’s hiccups, the moment was strange in every sense of the word, the moment was…

“This is oddly giving me sexual aftercare vibes right now-”

Ruined. Thanks to Dazai and his stupid mackerel mouth.

Chuuya simply decided to tickle him breathless for that one.

Not that he wouldn’t have done it again at some point.

#HBWriting #Lee!Dazai #Ler!Chuuya #If I have to I WILL create the bulk of all Lee!Dazai fics #don't test me XD #bsd #bsd tickle fic #skk

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ticklersfics · 1 year

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Dazai headcanons!

Lee!dazai -Very big lee like if your tickling him have mercy 😭

-I feel like he has the reputation of a ler but secretly a huge lee

-Probably a unpopular decision but he’s very ticklish on his navel like he literally would scream if you tickle it -He HATES it when the Ler teases him because it makes him blush so much❤️✨

-He probably laughs so much when being tickled he gets hiccups 😭

-I would have to say the first person to find out he ticklish is probably odasaku -like dazai being dazai and annoying odasaku so he just tickles dazai unexpectedly like he does to the orphans when they misbehave😭❤️

-Dazai probably didn’t even know what tickling was back then since yk it’s the port mafia there’s no goofing around

Ler!dazai

-His favourite person to tickle is probably atsushi since it’s so easy to catch him off guard😭

-When he was in the port mafia he tickled chuuya and instantly got punched lmao but he still tickles him a punch won’t stop him

-He isn’t really a huge ler he just has a reputation of being one

-but ohh he definitely teases and usually he not that good at it but sometimes it will make the lee blush a lot!

-he once tried to tickle kunikida but kunikida caught him and I don’t think he would try again 😔

#lee!Dazai #Ler!dazai #ticklish!dazai #dazai #dazai being dazai #dazai headcanons #bsd tickle #dazai osamu #ticklersfic

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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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